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I still vividly remember that day, 2007 November. I was sitting in the coffee shop of Leela Palace (Bangalore) with a friend. I looked up when I heard a pleasant voice say, “I never imagined that I’d see you again, Adi!” What I see is a lady in her late 40s, elegantly draped in a crisp cotton saree and sporting a warm smile that was welcoming on a cold wintery night. ‘Very few women can carry off a saree as gracefully as this lady,’ I thought. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m unable to recollect who you are,” I was embarrassed as I spoke. The lady laughed and said, “So, within 15 years, you’ve changed me from Aunty to ma’am.” I was more perplexed. I had no clue who she was, and she took full advantage of my situation. As if she taking pity on my situation, she asked, “Do you remember Riyaz? That same Riyaz who was your neighbour 15 years back.” Then it suddenly clicked on me. They were our neighbours in Hyderabad when I was in my teens. Riyaz was probably 7-8 years old then, and I was about 16. Though they were our neighbours for only two years, we were very close. Uncle used to work in a small company as a sales rep, and his job involved frequent travelling. So, aunty and Riyaz would spend most of their time with us. We would exchange food whenever some savoury was cooked. They would wait for Dusserah and Diwali for the sweets my mom would prepare. We would get amazing food during Eid. Later on, Uncle got a job in Saudi. He wanted his family to move to Bangalore, where his parents were. Post their move, we never heard from them. I was brought back from my memories by a tap on my shoulder. “Kaha kho gaye? At least now, do you remember me?” aunty asked. “Of course, aunty, how are you? How are uncle and Riyaz?” I asked. “All well. Are you here on office work?” she asked. I said, “No, aunty, I live here with my wife and son. Mom and dad are still in Hyderabad.” “Awesome, you’re bringing your family to have lunch with me tomorrow. Tomorrow is a Saturday, so I’m sure it’s a holiday for you,” she asked. “I can surely come, aunty but family is in Hyderabad. Or else, I’ll come once they’re back,” I said. She replied, “You come tomorrow. I’m leaving for Saudi on Monday. So let’s meet before I leave.” We exchanged our numbers, and she left. Later that night, aunty texted me her address, and we agreed on the time. The next morning, I bought some chocolates – most of them being 5 Star because Riyaz liked them as a kid. Not sure if he still likes them, but I didn’t know what else to take. As I knocked on the door at 11 AM, aunty opened the door. She was dressed in black track pants and a grey tee. That was the first time I saw aunty dressed in something other than a saree or a nighty. “I’ve packed all the stuff that I would take to Saudi. I, anyway, can’t wear these there. So, till I travel, I would wear these,” she said as if she read my thoughts. I was embarrassed and handed her the chocolate box with a smile. “Thank you. So many for me?” she asked. “Riyaz bhi toh hai. I got 5 Star for him, though. I’m not sure if he still likes them,” I said. “So, were these not for me?” she said, and we laughed. I was about to sit on the couch as we entered the house. She continued to walk in and said, “Come into the kitchen. I haven’t finished cooking. You can sit there and give me company while I cook.” “Sure. By the way, I don’t see Riyaz,” I asked as I followed her. “He’s in Saudi. Both the son and dad are working in the same company,” she said. She handed over a cup of piping hot coffee to me. We both took a sip. She was busy chopping some vegetables. I asked her, “How long has it been since Riyaz has left?” “6 months and uncle hasn’t come for last 18 months. After uncle got a job the first time in Saudi, he wanted us to stay here with his mom and dad to support each other. 4 years back, my FIL died, and 2 years back, my MIL died. I was waiting for Riyaz to complete his studies. His dad managed to get him a job in the same company where he is working. They wanted him to join immediately. As he left, I stayed back to complete the sale of this apartment and get my visa. Finally, with all of them done, I’m leaving,” aunty replied. “I’m sorry to hear about your in-laws. At the same time, very happy that Riyaz got a job. So you must be very happy that you’re joining them,” I said with a smile. “Yes,” she said. I felt as if she said it more out of formality. “Aren’t you happy?” I asked. “I am happy. But I think that the price I paid for it is far more,” she said and was silent. I was observing her. I could see her eyes welling with tears. I didn’t say anything and let her be for a moment. She continued, “Life was always hard for me, Adi. Uncle always wanted to earn money. His ailing parents, the household chores and on top of it, managing a growing-up male kid. I was all alone, with no support and no one to share.” I said, “Ummm.” She continued, “My in-laws died after a prolonged illness. And two years back, I discovered that Riyaz was into drugs. I had a tough time convincing him to give up and had to put him in rehab. Even as I was going through this, uncle didn’t come here because he didn’t have leaves. I had to run around, get him into rehab and go through the painful process. There were so many nights when I was alone and wept at my fate.” Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she was crying. I got up, grabbed some tissue from the kitchen platform and gave them to her. “After he got out of the rehab,” aunty continued, “I thought things would be better. Riyaz finished his exams and was waiting for the results. One day, one of his male friends came home for a sleepover. I know him as well. They have both been friends for over 5 years. After dinner, we chatted for a while and then I headed to my room to sleep. They also went into Riyaz’s room. What I thought was a normal night gave me a shock of my life.” She began sobbing. The way she was sobbing, several thoughts were running through my mind. She continued speaking as she sobbed, “That night, I woke up for some water and from the slightly open door. I could see that the light in Riyaz’s room was still on. It was 3 AM. I felt they forgot to switch off the light, so I went to turn it off. What I saw left me in horror as I was close to the room.” I put my hand on aunty’s shoulder and wiped her tears with my palms. She continued with tears rolling down her eyes, “Riyaz and Kamal were fully naked and were having sex with each other. Riyaz was on his knees, and Kamal was inside Riyaz from behind. I didn’t know what to do and how to react.” “I rushed back to my room and was crying the entire night. The next morning, after Kamal left, I confronted Riyaz. Riyaz agreed that he was in a relationship with Kamal, and they intended to settle down in future. Apparently, when Riyaz was going through a tough time, Kamal was the only one who stood by him.” Aunty paused, caught some breath and continued. “I didn’t know how to reach. I didn’t want to shout at Riyaz. I calmly said it was ok. And after he left home, I called up uncle and asked him. Knowing how conservative uncle is, he began shouting on the phone. I calmed him down and asked him what should we do.” “He thought for a moment and said, make some excuse and send him here for a few days. I’ll get him into a job and keep him away from his friend. We’ll see what to do after that. It sounded reasonable to me, and that’s how he is there.” She stopped as she was crying uncontrollably. I held her hand and wiped her tears. Suddenly, she held me tightly, and I was shocked at this. I didn’t know how to react. I was never so close to her physically, and I am in her tight embrace. I felt that she was looking for some emotional support. Very gently, I held her back. “You know, your uncle never stood by me when I was raising Riyaz. He was always missing his dad. In search of male affection, he turned out to be gay,” she said and kept crying. I thought I’d get her some tissues and some water. I was about to come out of her embrace to get some water. She tightened her grip around me. I understood she wanted more comfort, and held her back. Her warm and soft body is close to me. Her chest was completely pressed into my abdomen. Her head was against my chest. I could feel her tears wetting my t-shirt. My palms were on the space between her blouse and the nape of her neck. As she continued sobbing, I wanted to wipe her tears. So, I gently lifted her head by holding her chin. As I did that, she rose on her toes and kissed my lips gently. It was just a peck. And she went back. But as she did that, one of my palms slipped onto her waist. While I loved the feel of her waist and those folds, I didn’t know whether to keep my palm there for longer. As I was about to move it away, aunty held my hand and placed it back on her waist. All this was making it difficult for me. I was hard and struggled to ensure that it stayed away from aunty. At the same time, another part of me loved the way this was unfolding. We stood like that for a few more seconds, maybe for a minute or two. I didn’t want to let go of this opportunity. I gently held her chin and lifted her head. This time, I placed a kiss on her lips. It was a little longer. As I did that, I could sense her lips opening. The dry peck soon turned out to be a wet kiss. We probably kissed for a couple of minutes. It was wet, deep, intense and passionate. As we were busy exploring each other’s mouths, I let my palm go lower and grabbed her butt. It was larger than I thought – but it was soft. I continued to hold it and knead it as we were kissing. As we broke our kiss, she held my hand and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom,” and turned off the stove. As we entered the bedroom, there was a dressing table with a tall mirror. I took her to the mirror. I put my hands around her waist and began kissing her. As I was kissing her all over her neck, I pulled her closer to me using my hands around her waist. Her butt was now pressed into my crotch. I’m sure she could feel how hard I was. I suddenly remembered something and said, “Condoms.” She looked at me with a smile and said, “I have some.  I found a few while cleaning up Riyaz’s room. I thought of throwing them away today – never knew they’d be useful.” I began undressing her while kissing her on her neck and shoulders. I gently removed her saree, and it was lying in a pile in no time. For the first time, I could see aunty’s figure. Shapely boobs held together by a blouse. A waist with just the right amount of flab. And milky white skin. She was still in her blouse and petticoat. I continued kissing her on her neck, shoulders and the nape of her neck. Her arousal was evident from the way she was panting for breath. Her hands were around my neck, and she was pulling me closer to her. I was kissing her, licking her, pulling her skin using my lips and gently biting her. With every passing moment, she was getting more and more aroused. I moved my palms slightly above and cupped her breasts. As I did that, I realized she was wearing a front-open blouse. I began unhooking her blouse. In no time, her blouse joined her saree. Now, I was eager to see her boobs. I slid the straps of her bra aside and, in no time, unhooked it. Aunty was topless. She has a pair of sexy boobs – spotless skin, firm and round breasts, not too big and not too small, transparent brown areola and taut nipples. I could sense her pressing her butt further into my crotch. I turned her face towards me and began kissing her lips. As we were kissing, both my hands cupped her boobs and were caressing her. I alternated between gently caressing, squeezing, and circling my fingers around her nipples. Occasionally pressing them between my thumb and index finger, ever so gently. She suddenly released one of her hands from behind my neck and took it to my cock, caressing it over my denim. As she began doing it, I lowered my right hand towards her waist, pressed the flesh below her navel and inserted my palm into her petticoat. I touched the elastic band of her panty. I pushed my fingers further in till I found her mound. She spread her legs slightly apart as my middle finger touched her clit, and I could feel her wetness. “Someone is dripping,” I whispered and gently bit her earlobe. She gasped loudly and said, “Take me,” in a husky voice. Just that voice alone is good enough to turn a guy on. I gently began circling her clit. I continued to caress her left boob, pinch the nipple and keep kissing her neck. In no time, her moans got louder while her body stiffened. It was the first of the many orgasms she had that day. As she was cumming, he held my hand tight. As she settled, I said, “That was quick.” She responded, “I not only cum quick, but I keep cumming. Let’s see what you can do with this piece of information.” “Whoa! Was that an invitation or a challenge?” I asked. She blushed and said, “Invite.” I walked her to the bed. As we reached, she began undressing me. I was busy freeing her from the rest of her clothes. “Adi, I don’t know why but I could easily open up and trust you. I hope you are not viewing me as someone who sleeps with others at the drop of a hat. The thing is, I was missing affection and care. When you showered them on me, I fell for them,” aunty said. I gently brought her closer to me, kissed her forehead and said, “I have immense respect for you, aunty.” She hugged me tightly. We were completely nude, and it was amazing to hug her like that. Her softness and warmth were making my cock get firmer. My erection was rubbing her inner thighs and the precum all over. She gently spread her legs; that space was enough for my cock to spring up. As it sprang up, it touched her moist pussy, and she moaned and hugged me tighter. I made her lie down on her stomach and began working on her back with my legs on either side of her. I rested myself on her butt ever so gently so that she didn’t feel my weight and my cock brushing her butt crack. I bent down and began licking her all along the spine. As I went up, I leaned over her, pushed my hands between her body and the mattress to cup her boobs and began kissing her shoulders, neck, cheeks and lips. Her moans began increasing with every passing moment. I slowly turned her around, spread her legs, placed my thumb on her clit and began licking her pussy. I continued licking as my thumb played with her clit. She came in no time, but I continued. As the intensity increased, I could sense her body stiffen, and her butt was lifting in the air. I used the other palm to press her lower abdomen hard to pin her down to the bed. She cum again, but I continued increasing the pace of my thumb, pulled her pussy lips with my lips, left them in a go, and continued licking her pussy. As she came the third time, she said, “Stop. Please stop. You’ll kill me.” She was almost breathless. As I left her and got up, she pulled me over, hugged me and said, “Insert. Now. I can’t wait anymore.” Saying this, she stretched her hand to reach out to the bedside table, opened the top drawer and gave me the pack of condoms. I took one out and tore the pack. Aunty got up, took it from my hand, and lovingly rolled it over my dick. She lay down. As I spread her legs and was about to enter, she said, “Please be gentle. I haven’t had it in over a year.” As I gently entered her, she let out a moan. I leaned over her. Let her pussy adjust to my cock. And then I began fucking her while kissing her lips. Within no time, she said, “Don’t stop. I’m cumming.” I increased the pace, and we cum together. I fell over her, and we were like that for a few moments. As I slowly rolled over, she held me and kissed me. That was the first of the many sessions we had that day. It was truly amazing. She’s currently living in the Middle East. I have no contact with her after fucking the Muslim milf real hard. Please share your feedback by email/chat at [email protected]. Also, don’t ask for the contact details of any lady.