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I have no morals and from a very young age I knew that sexually I was going to be very messed up, but growing up in a very conservative household I sort of had a split personality. I was kinky and innocent at the sometime, if that is possible. I was decently good looking and had no trouble talking to women, so unlike most of my friends who at that age where either still trying to pretend they hate women or trying to hump anything they could fit their penis in to, I was surrounded by girls who considered me a good friend. The odd thing was that I could not sexually picture any of the people I cared about and so despite having ample opportunity, for some odd reason mothers of all my girlfriends loved me and had no trouble trusting me to spend unsupervised time with their young daughters. I started to wonder if I was gay, my head was getting really confused as to why despite masturbating like a bunny on steroids in to my mothers stockings I just couldn’t bring myself to make a move. It was during this confusing time, when I was sent to Bangalore on my own to spend some time taking care of my aunt, her husband was traveling for work and she was lonely. They had no children and my aunt was really heavy and had trouble walking, so most of the summer was going to be spent running errands for her. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of being an errand boy, but there were some advantages. My aunt was extra sweet to me and pretty much let me do whatever I wanted and I had unrestricted access to the TV and I could use their computer and dial up connection during off peak hours. So the first few days where exactly what I had expected, running a few errands and then trying to catching glimpses of nudity and sex on Star Movies late at night or trying to look up nude pictures on the internet at night. It was not until the day power was cut off for 8 hours that things started to take an unexpected turn. There was some work being done on the powerline in to our lane so only a few houses had lost power. Since my aunt had a generator, her neighbor Mrs Dixit and her young daughter, came over to spend the day. Mrs dixit was nothing like my Aunt, she was in her lat 20s had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen and figure that oozed with sensuality. But the surprising thing was that she wasn’t very bright, I don’t mean that she was stupid but there was a certain goofiness and innocence about her that I just didn’t associate with adults. Her daughter was 12 and quite fond of my aunt so my aunt would dot on her every time she came over. Her name was Anita. I forgot to mention that my aunt has a 2 story house, I was staying on the second floor and had the place almost all to myself, as my aunt had trouble climbing the stairs. The second floor also had a tv and a sofa. As the ground floor tv was hijacked by Anita and my aunt, who were watching a cartoon, Mrs Dixit came up to the second floor to see if she could watch a movie. I was on the sofa watching FTV, I honestly didn’t expect company. I had my hand down my pants and was unconsciously playing with myself when Mrs Dixit walked in to the room. I immediately jerked my hand out and changed the channel. Mrs Dixit had a very sweet apologetic smile on her face, I wasn’t sure if she realised what I had been doing, I honestly thought she was too simple and honestly felt like god had a great sense of humour putting such a body on such a mind. Turned out she hadn’t noticed, she sheepishly asked if she could watch a movie on this TV. I got up and handed her the remote and told her it’s fine, she can take the tv. She asked me to stay, she told me its a romantic comedy and I might like it. And so I sat back on the couch and she switched the channels till she found the channel playing Pretty Woman. She was right, I did have fun, it was a good movie and we start to bond while watching Richard Gere and Julia Roberts stoke the fires of their romance on screen. Now the movie had some intimate scenes and it was embarrassing to be in the same room as Mrs Dixit during those and I would invariably make some excuse and leave the room. At around the mid way, during an interval Mrs Dixit turned to me, smiling and said “ You are so sweet watching this movie with me and its really cute to see your cheeks turn red every time there is a romantic scene” I tried to play it cool and say something casual but as I tried to make a bumbling response, she started laughing.After that we were a lot more comfortable, we started talking about movies we like and as the movie came to an end Mrs Dixit was teary eyed and genuinely happy for the couple on screen. While she was lost in the movie I had been sneaking looks at her, she was wearing a light blue saree with a very plain white blouse. Her breasts where were big and full, I have no idea about cup sizes but for a young me this was the perfect size. As the she got emotional watching the lovers on screen, her bosom would heave occasionally and I would try to catch glimpses of her at these times. Her naval was also occasionally exposed but she would unconsciously pull her saree to cover herself from time to time. She had been dabbing her face with a handkerchief and occasionally I would get to see her raise her arm and get a unobstructed view of her breasts from the side. There were sweat marks on her breasts and my young mind was trying to capture every detail I could of her body. I couldn’t get over the fact of how fair she was compared to me, I kept looking at my arm next to hers, and then the smell. Dear God she smelled great, I had never really focused on how a woman smells like before, but with her sitting so close to me, I couldn’t help getting a little intoxicated by her smell. I started to get conscious of the fact that I might now be staring too much and risking getting caught. The conversation went from being smooth and fun to being suddenly being an effort for me, my brain wanted me to steer the conversation in to more mature topics. Somehow we ended up talking about my crushes. After I had told her about my puppy love stories, I asked her to tell me about her and Mr Dixit and how had they met. She smiled and said hers was an arranged marriage but she said she had found love after marriage. Then she started telling me about the romantic things Mr Dixit does for her, she sounded just like me trying to make her stories sound impressive than they probably were. Instinct told me that she was at least partially embellishing her stories. We had been so engrossed in the movie and our conversations we didn’t notice that it was quite late and the whole house had fallen silent. Mrs Dixit suddenly seemed to realise that it was late and perhaps the oddity of having such a conversation with a 15 year old. While there was nothing inappropriate about what we had been chatting about, I guess it was odd for her a married woman, a mom, to be spending so much time talking to a teenager. I got the sense that she was not fully an adult in her own head and she could relate more to me that people her own age or even her husband who was 7 years elder to her. We both stood up and went down stairs to check up on my aunt and Anita, we found them both asleep in front of the TV under a blanket. Mrs Dixit tried to pick up Anita so that she could take her back home, but Anita started to grumble and refused to let go of my aunts arm. Mrs Dixit just smiled and said well she is not getting up, I can always pick her up in the morning. She said she should head home, and she picked up her purse from the table and started for the door. My brain still trying to prolong our interaction, told her she could sleep in the guest bedroom and leave in the morning, why bother go back to an empty house. She hesitated for a bit, I told her its ok, its already setup since I was staying there so it would be no hassle. She asked what about you, I told her I am going to watch some more TV and crash on the upstairs couch. So we both walked back up to the first floor and I showed her the bedroom and handed her a blanket and told her where the washroom was. Since the second floor bedroom didn’t have an attached bathroom, she would have to cross the couch and tv to use the toilet. Soon after we retired the backup generator ran out of juice and the whole house fell in to blackness, save for the little moonlight trickling through the high windows. With my plans to may be Masturbate furiously to FTV ruined, I tried to force sleep upon myself. Bangalore night rarely ever being hot, it wasn’t the weather that we keeping me up, the thought if mrs dixit sleeping in the other room kept intruding my thoughts, I keept thinking about sneaking in to her room to look at her sleeping. The inner conflict between my innocence and my demons had distracted me for longer than I had realised. I was awaken from my inner musings by the sound of someone opening the bathroom door. In the feeble moonlight I could see that, Mrs dixit was trying to figure out if she could let some light in to the bathroom. She seemed scared of closing the door but she was unsure of using the bathroom with me sleeping in plain view. She couldn’t see the couch, as it was shrouded in darkness but I could see her struggles and had a perfect view of the toilet. She seemed to decide that I must be sleeping and decided to leave the door slightly ajar, I could now only see the toilet. I really couldn’t believe my luck and couldn’t describe to you how turned on I was at that moment. To my young mind the possibility of getting even a feeble glimpse of this beautiful woman naked or better yet doing something as taboo as peeing would be the greatest sexual experience up till that point. She disappeared behind the door for a moment then, I saw her naked ass back itself on to the toilet. My breath froze in my heart and it felt like it would explode. After a few seconds the sound of her streams, intermittently broke the dead silence of the night. I slipped my hand in to my pyjamas and grabbed my young cock, which was already harder than it had ever felt in life. The moonlight bounced off the white creamy surface of her thighs and the sound of her peeing filled my brain and the night. My grip tightened on my cock and I started to furiously move my hand up and down my shaft, afraid the moment would end any minute now.I wanted to be moan out load but feared any sound would break this magical moment. My cock throbbed in my hand, as she raised her ass off the toilet a little bit to wipe her pussy clean. At the sight of her touching her pussy, even if it was to wipe piss of the moist walls of her pussy, was too much for my eager cock, I began to cum in to my pyjamas. A groan inevitably escaped my throat, she must have heard the sound for she quickly got up pulled her underwear up, flushed the toilet and started back to her room. She stopped on her way back to look at me on the sofa, as if to make sure I wasn’t awake. I held my breath and lay absolutely still, perhaps a bit too still. As I tried to up my fake sleep acting by turning and tucking my arms in to my thighs, I could still feel the wetness of my cum filed pyjamas. Thank god for the darkness, or she would have definitely noticed the outline of my cock in the cum drenched pyjamas. She seemed to be satisfied that I was asleep but instead of heading back to her room she headed back to the toilet. She once again lowered her underwear and sat down on the toilet but this time she opened the door a little wider. My head was spinning I couldn’t understand what was happening. She seemed to be looking towards the couch, I immediately slipped my hand back in to my pyjamas and started to discreetly rub my cock but even without the encouragement my cock was galloping back to life. It was hard as a stone it was the fastest I have ever had an erection. She seemed nervous and seemed to be squirming a bit, I soon heard a fart escape the silence of the night. She was taking a shit, and she now had the door almost completely open. I so badly needed something more than my hand working my cock, my hand just couldnt do justice to this moment. My minds eye was picturing the deed in every detail, I could see her ass cheeks pinch the turd out of her hole. This was strange new territory of depravity, my young, inexperienced mind had no reference of what was supposed to be sexy but I was sure normal people probably don’t get turned on by this. What did I know, I just knew that an incredibly sexy woman was taking a shit in front of me and all I wanted to do was push a finger up her asshole as she pooped. After the first few plops, she seemed more relaxed and seemed to be weirdly comfortable about the situation. She still kept stealing glances towards the couch occasionally but now she was leaning forward and soon her hand was between her legs. Oh my god was she touching herself? My brain suddenly kicked in to this weird zone, I was suddenly forming a plan in my head, I didn’t care what happened but I need to get a closer look, I wanted to smell her shit and sex. I knew that she probably couldn’t see me on the couch, and now she was getting too distracted by her own efforts to reach sexual gratification. I slipped out of the couch as silently as I could and went around the couch, approaching the toilet from the right. I was soon beside the door, the toilet was fixed on to the wall behind me and I could now hear and smell everything. I dared not peek because I was certain she would see me clearly now. She was trying to be quite but I could hear her fingers rapidly moving in and out of what I could only assume was the most beautiful pussy in the world. She was still squeezing out turds occasionally, with each new one filling the air with a fresh burst of aroma of her shit mixed with the smell of her sex. By now I had my cock out and was trying to match the sound of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I could tell she was close to her climax, it sounded like she was trying to squeeze a particularly unrelenting turd out as she hit her orgasm. I was close to cumming hearing all of this but then a thought struck me, if I walked in to the toilet right now, there is no way she would be able to scream or throw me out. I had her dead to rights, she was masturbating in her neighbours house, while a young boy was sleeping just few feet away and while taking a shit. So pulling my arms away from hungry cock, I dropped my pyjamas and stepped swiftly in to the bathroom and cupped her mouth, silencing the startled scream that almost escaped her mouth. I pushed her back on the toilet and whispered in to her ears. “Please don’t scream, I have been watching you and its the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I don’t want to scare you but I just wanted to tell you how beautiful this moment is for me, please don’t judge me” She seemed surprised by my words and her arms relaxed a little bit, she had tried to pull up her panties before I had thrust her back on to the toilet. She was still panicked and there was fear in her voice as she pleaded in to my ear “Please let me get up, I am a married woman and a mother, if anyone finds me in this position I will die out embarrassment” I replied in what I hoped would be a calm and soothing voice “I won’t tell anyone and I wont force you to give me anything more than this moment, I just wanted you to know that I think I am falling in love with you” My arms where still pushing her down on to the toilet, I suddenly realised I must be hurting her and I relaxed the the grip and the pressure I was applying. She seemed to be crying now, I kissed her cheeks and I said I am sorry. I took another whiff of her and as I began to pull away my cock rubbed against her legs. Her body seemed to tremble at the touch, her arm caught mine and pulled my closer again. She whispered “how can you find this sexy, I am a freak” I leaned in to her further and whispered in her ear that I don’t know much about sex or what is normal but all I can think of right now is to push a finger up her asshole. “ I don’t even know why something like that would feel good for me, but all I want in the world right now is to push you back towards the flush tank, lift your leg and push my finger all the way in to your asshole” A moan escaped her but then she seemed to shake herself out of whatever mood she was falling in to “No that would be wrong, you are just a kid and I am almost twice your age, that will be me taking advantage of you” just hearing her say that I didn’t need any further proof that she wanted me to do this to her, I pushed her shoulders back towards the flush tank, lifted her legs and with my other arm, pinned her down with her ass raised above the toilet rim. I could see her pink pussy lips, hidden behind a light clump of hair, I could also see the pink of her asshole, it still had a little brown smudges on it and the now that my face was so close to the bowl the smell of her shit was strong. Her asshole winked nervously at me, I pushed my head in to her pussy and and took a deep breath. She was protesting all of this with small whimpers and quite pleas for me to stop. I licked my fingers, which where still coated with my cum, incidentally this was the first time I had tasted my own cum, this was the most surreal my life had ever been up to that point. I pushed my now wet finger in to her asshole, I could feel the shit still waiting to escape her bowls, It was warm and squishy, it offered very little resistance on its own but her asshole clamped down on my finger as if to further protest my intrusions. As I pushed my long slender fingers in to her Mrs Dixit let out another moan and she tried to grab my arms, she could reach me with hers though. I still had one arm pinning her down lightly so I started to slowly finger fuck her ass. I couldn’t take it anymore, I replaced my finger with my tongue like a hungry child on a mothers tit. She gasped, I don’t think she expected anyone to be as depraved as she had fantasized, perhaps it was this that ultimately pushed all thoughts of resistance out of her mind. Her hands found a grip on my hair and she leaned back further presenting her asshole to my tongue. My young tongue meanwhile had been lovingly flirting around the edges of her asshole up till this point, tasting the tanginess of her unclean hole and inching its way towards penetration. Now that I felt her give in, I become bolder and pushed my tongue in to her opening. She moaned uncontrollably, the silent house seemed to fill with her one load moan. She hastily covered her mouth with one hand while the other still rested on my head. After almost throughly licking her ass out, during which one hand had returned to jacking my cock, I wanted a taste of her pussy, removing both hands I parted her legs further and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I took a deep breath of her scent and continued the attentions of my tongue from her asshole to her pussy. Her pussy tasted salty and had a faint aroma of Urine. She was now squirming on the toilet, her first orgasm having hit her just before I made my move, it seemed a second was almost breaking. She pulled my right arm, as the left had now returned to furiously pumping my cock, to her breast and now here was again another first for me this night. Her breasts felt soft and tender, I could sense the outline of her nipples through her blouse. My hand tried to find a way in to her bra from underneath, and soon made contact with the naked flesh of her breasts. This was a dream, I kept telling myself, how could this be real. Here I was on my knees, with my head buried in a beautiful woman’s pussy, my left arm rapidly jacking myself off and the right treating her breasts like playdoh. Till now she had been passive, she just lay their lost to the swarm of stimulus that was being sent up her genitals but as a massive orgasm seemed to rise within her she was becoming more aggressive. Gone was the innocence that painted her face and that almost dumb goofiness about her personality. She was now a goddess in heat, she was a woman. She climaxed as quietly as she could and soon was pulling my head away from her now sensitive pussy. She begged me “Stop, Stop, I will pass out, please stop” There was a moment when I thought, guilt would return to her brain and bring her back to her senses, instead she held my face with her hands and pulled me up towards her face and kissed my lips. She was still breathing heavily and she had the biggest smile on her face. She looked deeply in to my eyes and said. “I love you, I know you are just a kid and probably will never understand this but no one has every touched me like you just did, and I just don’t mean sexually. I mean I felt like you slipped in to my soul as you tongued my asshole” To be continued if there is positive response…. Scat, Anal, Depravity