Sheela Aunt, My Mom’s Cousin
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Hi, This is Rahul, This happened when I was living in Hyderabad, my parents had to go out of station, they requested Sheela aunt, my mom’s cousin, she was a widow and lived in the same building as ours, to keep an eye on me, she was also given a key for emergencies. Sheela aunt was around 45 years, we knew her for more than 10 years. She was a good-looking woman, with ample breasts and a wide ass. A couple of days later when I woke up I was soaked in sweat and my body was hot, I knew that I had a fever, trying to get up was vain as I felt too weak to get up. I dozed off, I was awoken by Sheela’s voice asking me why I had not got up and if I am all right. Hearing my feeble reply, her concern overcame her; she entered my room, standing in the doorway with the light shining behind her. It created a halo around her dark hair, giving her the appearance of an angel sent to heal me. “Is everything all right, Rahul?” she asked, my only answer was a groan. I tried to speak but my mouth was dry, I could not get any words out. She came close to my bed. Her hand felt so very cool and soft as she stroked my sweaty brow, pushing my hair back. I licked my lips in an effort to speak to her and she must have noticed my difficulty because she whispered, “Let me get you some water.” Her strong but soft hand slipped under my head, she lifted me slightly from the pillows so that I might sip water. A few sips of water-cooled my parched throat. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper as she laid me back against my pillows once more. My body was trembling from even the slight effort it had taken to help hold myself up long enough to sip the water. “Poor baby,” she said as I lay on the sweat-dampened sheets. “Let me change your clothing and the sheets, it will help you to rest better.” As she tenderly wiped the sweat from my body. Her eyes seemed to grow even darker as she swirled the washcloth over my chest until my nipples grew hard, standing up like small marbles. I bit my bottom lip in an effort not to moan as her fingers slid over them. I could see that she was enjoying, rubbing my nipples, and she was repeatedly licking her lips as if they were dry or chapped. She picked up the washcloth and dipped it back into the bowl, rinsing it. Then she grasped my arm and placed it on her shoulder. Leaning towards me she slowly ran the cool cloth over my arm down to my elbow then back up to gently wiping. As she leaned forward, I could catch a glimpse of her round breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. As she leaned over me to wash my other arm, her breasts would press firmly against my chest. The weight of them crushed against me. She turned her head slightly to stare into my eyes as she dragged the washcloth from under my arm, the back of her hand grazing my nipple. She watched the expressions of delight and desire mixed with confusion flit across my face when she lightly pinched my nipple between her fingers. Giving me a mischievous smile, she sat up and turning slightly began to pull down my boxers, my hands reached down to attempt to pull her hands away but in my weakened state, I was no match for her strength. I told her, “That is enough, I will do it myself, Thank you!” Flashing me a grin, she replied, “Your parents asked me, that I care for you in their absence. They would never understand my leaving you in sweat soaked bed clothing for modesty’s sake. Do not worry Rahul; I have seen what you are trying to hide. I allowed her to strip the last of my clothing from me. I lay flat on my back watching her as she peeled down my boxers down to my thighs, releasing my dick. However, I was not able to see her reaction but I heard the low moan that escaped, on seeing hardness. She stood up and pulled the boxers down my legs and onto the floor. She was unable to tear her eyes away from me as she bent to rinse the washcloth once more. Gently she placed the cool cloth around my waist and began wiping my stomach, her hand slowly moving closer and closer to my manhood. Burning desire rushed through me as the back of her hand touched the head of my dick. I was unable to control and a moan escaped from me as she grabbed me with her hand still encased in the washcloth. The edges of the washcloth tickled my cock as she began to slowly stroke me up and down. “So much hair is ugly, Rahul, Don’t you shave? She Asked, We need to do something about that. I lay trembling under her touch, answering her with only low moans as her hand continued to glide up and down my ridge shaft. The roughness of the washcloth, the strength of her hand gripping around me was causing heat to flood through my body that was hotter than my fever was. The sensations as the washcloth slipped, allowing the bare skin of her soft hand to caress me was heavenly. I arched my hips up to push myself deeper into her hand, which broke the spell, she was under. She appeared embarrassed as she realized what she was doing to me. Quickly, she pulled her hand away from me and picked up the washcloth once more. “This water has got cold. I will replace it,” she stammered and left. I watched helplessly as she went into the bathroom. No longer able to feast my eyes upon her, my mind was soon reliving the joy of having a woman touch me. I was almost unaware that my own hand had crept down my body, stroking myself in an effort to recapture the feeling of her soft warm hand on me. I was startled back to the present when I heard her; she was standing in the doorway, with a fresh bowl of water, staring at my hand, which slipped up and down. Drops of pre-cum were leaking from the head slipping down my cock, which helped to lubricate my hand and allow me to stroke even faster. Placing the bowl on the floor by my bed, she removed my hand from my throbbing dick. With trembling fingers, she gently caressed the head, smearing the precum on my dick as I moaned thrusting my hips up to meet her touch. Turning my hand, I was able to cup one of her breasts, feeling the delicious weight warming my palm. I needed to feel the heat of her breast with my hands and struggled to open her blouse. Her eyes stared into mine as my fingers slipped into the blouse and brushed her breast. She closed her eyes and arched her back, pressing herself tighter against my hand as a low moan escaped from her lips. My fingertips gently played with her nipple, feeling it grow harder and tighter. I opened her blouse, so I could see her tits. Her breasts were creamy; her nipples were like black grapes. We were both at a point of no return; I pulled her down to me, taking one erect nipple into my mouth and caressing the other with my fingertips. Her back arched, forcing her breasts tighter against me and her fist gripped my cock harder. I was in heaven as I rolled her nipple with my tongue and rolled the other between my fingers. She shivered as I released her nipple from my mouth, kissing it slowly. She pulled my hair, urging me on, as I licked and sucked my way across the valley between her tits. I was desperate to taste her everywhere. The soft breasts pressing against my face as I licked my way up to her collarbone then down the curve to seek out her other nipple. I was rewarded with an animal like growl when I closed my teeth around that hard nub before sucking it into my mouth. Her tit slid from my mouth as she turned to watch her hand playing with my cock, continuing the painful teasing, moving down further, she flicks her tongue over the head of my cock. I jump at that short contact. My back arched up trying to get inside her warm mouth. Slowly her lips wrapped around my erection and she lowered her head, sucking me deep into her mouth. As her nose buried in my pubic hair, but she quickly pulled away complaining about the dense hair. “We must get rid of all that hair, Rahul. Hair is so nasty and distracting. You will love the way it feels without any hair.” Slipping away from the bed, she walked into the bathroom and returned carrying a razor and a can of shaving cream. I could feel my erection deflating as she approached the bed. “I promise it will be okay,” she teased me. “You will like the way it feels and your girlfriends will enjoy not having to deal with the hair.” “The girls enjoy a man without hair,” She continued, very soon she shaved off all the hair; she rinsed it with fresh water and wiped it clean. She brought one leg up on the bed so that it straddled my chest. Raising her sari and in skirt, until it was around her hips and I was rewarded with the view of her pussy, and I was amazed to see it was totally bald as well. The warm, inviting pink of her tunnel that seemed to be beckoning me closer. My hand moved to touch the secret folds now open to me. I traced the outer lips of her pussy with my fingers slippery from her own juices. Her moans encouraged me on as I explored. Running my fingers from the top of her pussy down to linger at the opening of that beautiful pink tunnel. Her skin was glistening as I smeared her own juices over her. Unable to take my inadvertent teasing any longer, she grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to the top of her pussy to rub her hard clit. Right there,” she moaned as her back arched up. “It feels so good when you rub my clit.” Using two fingers, I ran down the sides of her clit, gently pinching it between them. Her hips squirmed when I did that and her moans became louder. Twisting her body, she moved to take my cock back into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking on me again. I would have loved to taste her, to use my tongue to please her but she was so far away from my mouth and resisted my efforts to bring her closer. Therefore, I settled for pleasing her with my hands. I began to flick my fingers over the hard button she called her clit, at times barely touching it and at others pressing hard. Her moans as I touched her causing her mouth to vibrate around me that in turn made me moan as well. Still stroking me with her hand, she removed her mouth from my cock and begged me to touch her inside. I slid my fingers down to the opening of her pussy and slowly slipped my finger into her pussy. Her hips arched off the bed to try to push me in deeper but I backed my finger out. She squirmed around until she was lying on her side, with both legs on the bed. Bending her knee, I was once again able to see her pussy and my fingers went to it. In this position, she was better able to suck me, which she proved by pulling me deep into her mouth. I moaned when I felt the head of my dick against the back of her throat and to reward her, finally pushed my finger into her pussy. Her back arched pulling my cock from her mouth and pushing her pussy against my hand as she moaned loudly. “Oh, that feels so good,” she told me as her hips rocked against my hand. “Yes Rahul More, some More, please,” she begged before turning her attention once more to my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head and she teased the slit with her tongue. Her fist stroked me and tightened when I slide another finger inside her. I tried to match the pace of my fingers sliding in and out of her to her hand stroking me. I brought the thumb of my other hand down to rub her clit as my fingers fucked her. Her pussy was sucking on my fingers as if to pull them deeper inside her. I could feel her growing even tighter and wetter when I began moving my fingers faster and harder. Her body tightened then began to quiver as her lips popped off my cock. Her thighs closed around my hand and she called out for me to fuck her. Her pussy started throbbing around my fingers, closing tightly then opening as a new wave of her juices flooded out and I knew she was Cumming. With her thighs tight on my hand, I could not pull my fingers out so rubbed them back and forth inside her, this caused her to call out wordlessly. Her hips were rocking hard and fast against my hand. Seeing, feeling and hearing her pleasure is what set off my own orgasm. My cock began twitching in her fist and my own hot cum shot out to splash against my stomach, chest and her legs as we came together. She washed me and went to clean herself, my dick was still hard seeing that, she immediately climbed on top of me and guided my dick into her wet pussy. , “Rahul, I want your dick in my pussy now!” she helped guide me into her pussy. Once I was inside her I paused, it was the warmest tightest feeling I have ever felt. She then started moving her hips, indicating that I fuck her. I was so into fucking he that I did not realize that I was going fast. She wrapped her legs around hips and said, “Slow down Rahul, Let us go at a nice slow steady pace, I want to feel you inside me, It’s been such a long time since I have had a stiff one inside me.” “I’m sorry I got excited,” I told her as I slowed down and she was right the slower pace did feel better. “Yes Rahul, this feels great!” She replied. We had gotten into a good rhyme together. Sheila was starting to buck harder against me; she reached down to rub her clit. She was breathing hard and started yelling at me. Now Rahul, move faster, yes Rahul Fuck me, and harder thrust harder! God yes Rahul you feel so fucking good!” Then she screamed as she came. I was thrusting as hard as I could because I knew that I was getting ready to cum also. I had the most wonderful sensations going through my body as my balls tightened up and I came harder than I did ever in a long time. After I came, I got off She and lay next to her. I was just lying there staring at the ceiling; I could feel that she was looking at me so I turned to look at her. We both laid there just looking at one another all I could do was say “Thank you for taking care of me.” She smiled and leaned in to kiss me and said, “It was my pleasure!” She gave me some paracetamol and told me to rest, she would come back later to check on me, I was feeling better, waiting for her to come back so I can fuck her again. We continued having sex twice a day until my parents returned. Since we could not do it with my mother at home, I would go to her place and we continued this for almost 2 years. I am now living in Chennai, any women looking for a NSA kind of discreet relation can connect with me at [email protected]