Heavenly Aunt Only For The Day
horny, hot, indian

Hello Friends, I am a regular reader of ISS and have thoroughly enjoyed it. Recently re-met an old conquest and it triggered my wish that I should contribute to ISS too. Now let me introduce myself, I am Sarma,38 years old, married but single based in Hyderabad. I work in an MNC and have been traveling mostly. Now coming to the story, this happened 15 years ago. I was fresh out of engineering and started working in a software company in Hyderabad. It’s a large company that takes multitudes of people from various colleges and they start on same dates. Its once again just like college, so many new young people trying to make it in the new environment and a new city. Things moved fast and I became friends with a few people, both boys and girls. We were a ‘batch’ just like college. All exploring new things like sodexho passes, grilled sandwiches, watching english movies in Sangeet theatre. It was a posh thing to do at that time. There were two girls in my group. As you know the friendship dynamics, once was beautiful and hot and the other average. All freshers were after the beautiful one. Her name is Vrinda and she was hot. Fair, short startured, voluptious. Breast sizes to die for. And she loved to dress up, make up, lipstick and the full works. One day in colourful tight churidar, next day in half saree exposing her sexy midriff. Ufff. Everyday coming to the office just to see her hot self, talk and have coffee and some touch here and there. She was very close to me. We used to watch training videos in a dark room and the touchings followed. The bike rides to Sangeet theatre and the usual braking by me. It was heaven. New city, new girls, new money and what not. Only problem was that I was not very good in reading signs. Always my strategy was accidental touchings but never any deliberate action. It was much later many years hence when I analyzed her actions, her words I understood she wanted me and I just didn’t create any situation to take advantage of it. Was happy with a movie, a jhuta sandwich from her and masturbate in the night thinking of her. Eight months passed and we were busy in our projects and both of us were called in by our centre head for an opportunity to travel to Singapore for 6 months. I was over the moon with the opportunity. We were busy packing, learning, closing our Hyderabad part of the project, interacting with our onsite team and our clients. The week before we were to travel bad news came that they wanted only one programmer to travel now and another one may be later. I was dropped and I sort of threw a fit and went into a minor depression. Vrinda came to me and said, ” Sarma don’t worry, another opportunity will come soon and we will enjoy in Singapore. But tonight I want you to come to my home and help me pack. Please come to my home tonight”. Like I said earlier I was very bad at reading signs and I didn’t go. Stupid me. Two days before the flight, she called me. Vrinda: Sarma, I am leaving the day after tomorrow. We could not spend time together but what to do. Sarma: You would have a lot of friends now that you are going onsite and I am stuck here in Hyderabad. Vrinda: Please don’t say like that, we will be in touch in the internal chat anyway. It’s not like I am gone forever. But I need a favour from you. Sarma: Tell me Vrinda, anything for you. Vrinda: My mom has come from the village to see me off. She doesn’t know anything in Hyderabad. And we are vacating early morning day after tomorrow. My flight is at 7 am. I will leave around 3.30am. Can you pick up my mom and put her on the train? Sarma: What time is the train? Vrinda: 5 pm Visakha express. Sarma: OK, but my room has no provisions of anything, will she be comfortable? Vrinda: We are fully stocked. You just have to make sure she reaches Secunderabad station for her train in the evening. Sarma: OK, no problem. So that morning around 3 am I went to her house. And that was when I saw her mom, my God she was hot and doubly voluptuous. Not just that, she had the look, the sexy look. A low cut maroon silk blouse, gold and green combination pattu saree draped way below the navel. I stuttered, ” Hello aunty”. The village people have a lot of respect for education. She replied ” Engineer garu, bagunnara(are you well)?. And for the next half hour while we are closing all the packing, throwing out stuff to vacate her room, I had a feeling someone was watching me all the time. Almost staring. Aunty just could not take her eyes off me. I just left it to village curiosity of the city boy and a nagging doubt if I was banging her daughter. Here is a colleague and a friend inside their house at 3 am. She must be checking in. We dropped Vrinda at the airport and came back to my house by 5.30. I showed aunty my room and the facilities and asked her to take rest as she may not have slept well the night before. Aunty: you also did not sleep well last night, engineer Garu should also take rest. The tone in which she said engineer Garu was not elderly it was more flirty. Sarma: I said I will get some tea and breakfast. Aunty: I have some apples. Do you want them? Now, now, now this is getting hot. So for the first time, I decided to understand and ride whatever destiny was throwing at me. Vrinda is gone anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? I lose a long distance friendship. Sarma: aunty I will have your apples. Now I know where Vrinda gets her hot looks from. Aunty: Naughty boy, I am worried what destiny has in store for her. For that matter what destiny has in store for all of us. Sarma: Don’t worry aunty, I can read your palm and tell in one second. I can’t believe I am playing palmistry flirting technique on a 47-year-old woman. She would have seen thousands like this. I had only two plastic chairs in the room. We sat opposite each other. Aunty: Nooo, I can’t show you my hand. I have a lot of secrets you will know them. Sarma: Aunty, it’s just you and me in this room, my roommate is also back only in the afternoon. Who will know? Aunty: So if you see something in my palm, don’t tell anyone. Sarma: Aunty, what happens here will stay here. It’s our little secret. Aunty was looking into my eyes, trying to read me but I was borderline respectful and flirty at the same time while passing messages that we are alone, whatever happens here is a secret that will stay here and that she was safe with me. And I had a feeling she was also on the line, she crosses wrongly her daughter will know that she was with her friend and she crosses correctly it was heaven with a young toned boy 25 years her junior, in a place far from her village and no one will know. All it needed was a spark, an event and holding her hand in the name of palm reading did it? I held her hands and telling some nonsense predictions. I was touching her lines in a featherlike way, pressing the mounds on her palm in the name testing the planetary strengths, tracing moles on her face. I could see her breathing getting heavier and heavier, she pulling in her lower lip and her hands shaking, first a little tremor and then just uncontrollable shaking. I pulled her from her chair and we both were hugging like two hungry teenagers, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and my hands on to her waist and then to her lovely ass. Wow, what a feeling!!! About to fuck my friend’s mother. I laid her down on the bed, removed her pallu to look at her beautiful breasts struggling inside her blouse. She didn’t give me time. She just immediately opened her blouse, there they were and they were wonderful. I sucked her boobs like there is no tomorrow. She likes to talk and my God that was slutty talk. She was like – “Sarma, do you like my boobs, are they big? Are they bigger than my daughter”? I didn’t answer. She slowly pushed me down and pulled her saree up. Her vagina was wet as fuck and pushed my face into it. The smell of her womanhood, a mature, definitely active pussy was heavenly. I smelt it, licked her juices like a pro. She pulled me up to her face and in a trance, she asked me ” Sarma, do you fuck my daughter?” I said no aunty, we are friends. She looked into my eyes and said then call me Savitri and fuck your darling’s vagina. I removed all her clothes and mine too and we were entwined naked. I slowly inserted my throbbing penis into her, it was loose and wet. We were fucking like mad and I was asking her, “Savitri, do you like my dick?” Savitri: Yes darling, you are a stud. You are making me mad. Who taught you to lick like that, how many girls have you fucked” Sarma: Girls a few Savitri, but today a real woman. Savitri: This real woman is all yours until evening. Take all you want. I banged her for a few more minutes and she at one pointed shivered violently and closed her eyes. I asked shall I come? She opened her eyes and said, every drop in my mouth, not one to be wasted. I stood up on the bed, she sat on her knees with her face near my dick. I was wanking myself and then the flood came, on her face, on her boobs, on her hair. She licked every drop and slumped on the bed. The landline was ringing, the flight must have landed. I picked up the phone naked and it was Vrinda on the other side. Savitri was hugging me from behind while I was talking to her daughter. I gave the phone to Savitri. Vrinda worriedly asked if I was taking care of her well and Savitri assured her Sarma was taking care of her more than adequately. While saying this Savitri was stroking my dick and I had one finger in her vagina. They spoke for a minute more as those days international calls were very expensive. Savitri gave the phone back to me and I cradled it. I turned towards her and… Savitri: Now tell me really, do you fuck my daughter? Aunty: No Savitri, I don’t. Savitri: Then how come you fuck so well. Vrinda sounded a bit worried like she knows you or something. I told her I lost my virginity years back to my maid servant and have experience. And then the calling bell rang. I jumped up and she was like who could it be? I said my roommate would have come early. The bugger was pressing the calling bell button so many times, I have to open it immediately. I pushed all her clothes under my bed, Savitri pulled a bed sheet on her and pretended to sleep. I wore a towel, went into the toilet wet myself a little with water and went and opened the door. My roommate was like what took you so long? I said I was in the bathroom. He looked at my bed and gestured who is that? I told him its Vrinda’s mom, tired and sleeping. He said ok and went into the toilet. Only I know that under that bed sheet she was stark naked smelling of my semen. My roommate quickly got ready respecting that a tired a guest is in the room and quickly left for his office. Aunty didn’t open her eyes all this time. After he left, she opened her eyes and was smiling naughtily. I went into the bathroom this time for a real shower. I tried to close the door but something stopped it. It was Savitri. She pulled a chair close to the bathroom door and asked me to bathe with the door open. She sat on the chair naked. For her, it was a show, for me all new. I gave her a show of her life, wetting myself, soaping seductively, stroking my limp dick into a soapy salute to the naked mature lady in front of me. She ordered me to stop, stepped into the bathroom and gave me a nice soapy wet hand job. She poured water on me, cleaned me all over, dried me with a towel and then ordered me to wear only underwear in front of her. Aunty was exhausted with the sleeplessness, the wild fucking, at least three orgasms and the general excitement of the whole episode. She dozed off naked. I covered her fully and went out to get lunch. When she woke up a couple of hours later, she was all fresh. We ate lunch and lied down on the bed together. We fucked one more time and it was 3 pm. We have one more hour before we start to Secunderabad station. She was a different woman now and was all preachy. She told me not to fuck girls just like that as it may lead to diseases. And definitely, should not try her daughter as technically she is my daughter too now. In my mind, I was imagining when Vrinda is back after 6 months to the same office, it would be great if I laid her too. what a mother-daughter bonanza. I think Savitri knew this and that’s why she was telling me not to. She told me I can miss her but should not utter a word to anyone as this will spoil lives. Sarma: Savitri, trust me. What happened here is a beautiful secret between you and me. Savitri: It’s always scary. You boys would like to go out and brag. Sarma: Savitri, nothing to worry. Savitri: So from now till the train leaves, it’s back to aunty and engineer guru. After the train leaves, we don’t exist. Sarma: Agreed Aunty: Now let’s pack up and leave. Remember we don’t exist! And exist we did not, as I never told anyone about it. It was something for me and her alone. Till recently when I met her again after 15 years, that actually prompted me to write this. Vrinda settled in the US with her husband and came to Hyderabad for visa renewal couple of months ago. We were on and off in touch through the internet but never really met. When she came to Hyd, she called me to her hotel. I went there and it was lovely to see Vrinda and her son and behind her someone was standing. Savitri. Now all of 62, all hairs grey and the same spark in the eyes. We spoke for some time and when we were leaving to the embassy, Vrinda went to the hotel reception to settle something. Savitri: gurtunda?(do you remember?) Sarma: marchipoyeda? marchipoyelantidaniva?(is it something one can forget? are you, someone, I can forget?) Savitri: musalidanni ayipoyanu( I became old) Sarma: okka padi nimushalu chance unte ikkadiki ikkade ninnu ekkenta sexy ga unnavu(if I have ten minutes I will fuck you right here., you are that sexy). That made her happy. If you like this incident of my life, please feedback to [email protected]