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It was Saturday night and I was looking forward to the rest of the Night. Sumana aunty and I would be watching a Shakeela movie. Shakeela is A South Indian soft porn actress. Legend has it that she does more movies that both the Keralite superstars put together. Her movies are played every Saturday night on one of the cable channels. I had been watching them ever since I was 15, that was three years ago. Many of her movies Have been aired multiple times. But that never stopped me from watching Them completely and each time I would pour a load of my young, warm cum onto a magazine picture of hers.
Three months ago I had to move away from my parents and come to Bombay for my higher studies. My mother's sister Sumana has a flat in Bombay. She stays alone, her husband like a lot of Keralite men were in Dubai.
Sumana is not one of the most interesting people one can meet, as a Matter of fact, she is one of the most boring. She is basically a village girl who now lives in the city. She has a very small circle of friends, most of who are just as boring as she is.
But she had two major plus points due to which I never ever asked my Parents to move me into a hostel. One, she never bothered me and gave me money whenever I asked for it. She never mentioned those small sums to my Parents either. On my part I never abused this windfall and very rarely asked her for money. The important part however was that she never bothered me. Unlike other relatives she never pestered me about my studies. Never once has she walked into my room. She never put any time Restrictions on me. I am sure she knew that I was drinking and smoking but She never mentioned either to me or to my parents. Since I stayed with her, my parents obviously didn't feel the need to check on me much. So in a way, she kept them out of my hair.
Her other plus point was that she is one of the sexiest women I know. She is not just beautiful, she is sexy. I had stolen a solo picture of hers and masturbated on it regularly. The few times that I would be alone in the house without her I would go through her under clothes appreciating her odor. To add to this, she was very casual around me. So I would Regularly get glimpses of her bare skin if I positioned myself correctly.
Coming back to the night in question. The series of events that led to it started on Friday evening. She was reading a Malayalam film magazine and I was watching a cricket match. The match was a rerun, I was sitting there basically to ogle at her. She had on a noodle strap night dress. She was stretched out on the sofa with her elbow resting on the sofa's hand rest. The night dress. which normally came up to her knees, now showed off most of her thighs. At the top I could also make out the beginning of her 36 D breasts.
"Varun, have you seen any Shakeela movies?" she asked me.
I thought for a second before answering.
"Yes, I have. They play them every Saturday on TV."
I was candid because I was sure that she wouldn't talk about it to Anybody else.
"Are they any good?"
I smiled and answered, "I don't think people want to watch a Shakeela Movie for a good story."
She nodded.
"Are they very graphic?"
"Nope, soft porn"
She nodded her head again.
Nothing more was said about it till the next morning at breakfast.
"So will you be watching the movie tonight?"
"I never miss a Shakeela movie."
"I'll join you tonight. I want to see what all this hullabaloo is about. Even Mamooty (Malayalam super star) is threatened by her."
"Cool. It starts at midnight", I told her. I finished breakfast and left for college.
All through the day I was in a state of constant arousal. My thoughts Were in overdrive as I imagined watching the movie with Sumana.
After dinner we settled down in front of the TV. There was another hour to go. I excused myself and went into the toilet in my bedroom to snatch a smoke. As I smoked I stroked myself and shot a load of thick semen. That helped because when I went back my penis wasn't as erect.
"Varun, there is no need for you to hide and smoke in this house. Smoke openly, I don't have any issues with it."
"You don't mind?"
She shook her head.
"Cool, thanks."
And we waited, she with her film magazine and me flipping channels. As the hour drew closer I felt my body tense. I needed a release so I lit a smoke. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that she was no longer reading, but she was watching me. I pretended not to notice and kept smoking.
At midnight the movie began. Shakeela movies show a lot of skin without showing anything important. But they are very arousing. It can't be Explained to someone who hasn't seen it? There is nothing half as exciting as two partially clad people crawling over each other, kissing and Fondling. Before long I was erect and raring to go. For the first time I was in a way sorry that aunty was there in the room. Usually I'd have my Shakeela pic under me and my hands would be beating away furiously at my Penis.
It was 2 past midnight by the time the movie ended. I immediately lit a Smoke and made no move to get up. I had an embarrassing hard on and didn't Have the courage to stand up while aunty was still there.
"So this is what it is all about", she noted.
