Comforting Embrace

Please Note: All the characters in this story are over 18, and only for the purpose of pleasure, any resemblance to anyone is mere a coincidence.

After the disturbing encounter with Mr. Singh, I found myself in a state of confusion and guilt. I couldn't believe what had just happened and I felt violated. As I stumbled towards the door, I couldn't help but feel like I had been cheated and treated like a whore. I quickly locked the door, not wanting anyone to catch me in my vulnerable state.

As I tried to make sense of what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. I didn't know if I was guilty of any crime or if I had just experienced a twisted fantasy. It certainly wasn't the kind of arousal I had experienced before, like when I read sex stories or sniffed my aunt's used undergarment.

Despite my confusion, I knew I had to clean up the mess. I picked up my pink panty, which I had stolen earlier, and used it to wipe myself clean. I threw it in the wash basket along with my bra, trying my best to hide any evidence of what had just happened.

As I stumbled around the house, trying to put things back in order, I couldn't help but feel like I was hiding something from my aunt. With a leaking asshole, I did my best to make the bed and open the windows to let in some fresh air.

Finally, I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I touched my gasping asshole, I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. I inserted one finger to make sure everything was okay and was surprised at how easily it slipped in. With two fingers inside me, I started to feel a familiar sensation building.

I leaned against the wall, knowing that only a good masturbation session would help me forget what had just happened. As I reached my climax, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It wasn't the best orgasm I had ever had, but it was enough to help me forget, at least for a little while.

With a heavy sigh, I crouched down and retrieved my handheld shower, positioning it beneath me to cleanse myself. Peering between my legs, I observed a steady stream of water flowing from my backside. I continued to rinse until I was confident that the water was running clear and transparent, washing away the remnants of the ordeal I had endured. A sudden wave of relief washed over me as I emerged from the bathroom, ready to indulge in a well-deserved afternoon nap.

As the clock struck six in the evening, I realized that my aunt could arrive at any moment. I meticulously inspected every corner of the house, ensuring that no traces of the previous events remained. Lost in the world of television, I was jolted back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. Opening the door, I warmly welcomed my aunt into my humble abode. However, I couldn't help but notice a distinct odor emanating from her perspiring underarms, clearly visible through her damp clothing. She appeared fatigued as she hastily made her way to her room, locking the door behind her. Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed her into her sanctuary.

To my dismay, she slammed the bathroom door on my face, leaving me standing there like a fool, listening to the sound of her relieving herself. The splashing of urine echoed through the toilet door, a rather unpleasant symphony. Adjusting her saree, she emerged from the bathroom and casually remarked, "Oh, so you've been following me. I know you must be in dire need of a cup of tea." I simply shrugged, responding in a gentle tone, "Whatever brings you joy." Flashing a smile, I pretended that all was well and that I had ample leisure time in her absence.

"You seem exhausted. Perhaps you should take some rest," she suggested, attempting to impress her auntly duties upon me.

In return, she confessed, "Indeed, today was quite hectic. We had an audit at the office, and the auditors bombarded us with endless queries. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you alone. I haven't been the best aunt to you. By the way, did you have the lunch I prepared for you?"

"Wow, you're amazing! I'm so glad you thought of me. I'm here for a while, so we can definitely have some fun together. I'll whip up dinner tonight, so finish up your work early and get some rest. I followed her to the kitchen, eager to help out and learn some cooking tips from her. She teased me about following her around like a lost puppy, but I just laughed it off. After some chit-chat over tea, she left me to my cooking and I sang my heart out to calm my nerves. In no time, dinner was ready and I settled down to watch TV, feeling pretty pleased with myself."

As I sat there, engrossed in the TV show, little did I know that my Aunt had quietly entered the room. It was only when the sweet scent of lavender wafted through the air that I turned my head, completely awestruck. "Dinner is ready," I murmured, taken aback by her fresh appearance. Without her usual spectacles, her loose, wet hair cascading down, she looked radiant in a long skirt and camisole as she settled herself onto a dining chair.

With a smile directed at me, she playfully thumped the dining table and squeaked, "I am hungry." As I arranged the dinner on the table, I couldn't help but compliment her on her beauty. "Thank you, son," she crisply replied, gracefully beginning to serve the meal. I couldn't shake off my admiration for her natural charm and how she effortlessly carried herself without her spectacles and usual saree. Trying to hide my own awkwardness, I focused on the dinner before me, although truth be told, I hadn't even had lunch and was famished.

As she finished her meal, she patiently waited for me to finish mine. With a smile, she remarked, "It seems you had quite a good time in my absence." I glanced at her and shrugged, responding, "Well, if lying on the couch all day watching TV counts as a good time, then yes, I certainly did." With that, I finished my dinner.

Rising from her seat, she tidied up the dining table and said, "To make up for my absence, I'll let you sleep in the same bedroom tonight. We can talk until we fall asleep, spending some quality time together. There's an ongoing audit at the office, and I can't take leave these days. I hope this makes up for my absence during the day. What do you say, son?"

Peeking at her untamed underarms, I enthusiastically responded, "Brilliant idea! Tomorrow, I'll venture to the nearby universities to explore the endless possibilities for my higher education." Our eyes locked, and a mischievous grin spread across my face as I continued, "In the evening, we shall indulge in a delightful tea session, followed by a scrumptious dinner that I will personally prepare. You, my dear, can simply unwind and relax." Adjusting her nose ring, a hidden gem I had never witnessed before, she nodded in agreement, her excitement palpable.

Ensuring all the doors were securely locked, the cooker knobs turned off, and the lights extinguished, we made our way to her bedroom, the clock barely striking 8:30 PM. A radiant smile adorned her face as she whispered, "It's been ages since I've had the luxury of retiring to my bedroom at this hour. I have you to thank for this delightful change." Deep within me, a surge of manly desire stirred, captivated by the allure of this petite ebony aunt, lighter and shorter than me.

As a young man of eighteen and a half, the prospect of spending a night with a woman in her mid fifties awakened my senses and ignited a primal fire within. The notion of her being my aunt swiftly faded into the background, replaced by an overwhelming surge of arousal. My gaze wandered, briefly glancing at the empty wash basket, a reassuring sight that put my mind at ease knowing she did not notice I used her undergarments.

Contemplating how to initiate this intimate encounter, my mind flooded with memories of the tantalizing tales I had devoured in the past. Summoning the courage, I inquired, "Aunt, if you're feeling weary, may I have the honor of bestowing upon you a soothing massage? My mother has always praised my exceptional skills in this domain." A burst of laughter erupted from her lips, leaving my question unanswered but filling the room with an air of anticipation.

I join her in bed and we begin chatting. As we gossip, I am completely captivated by her jasmine scent. After a while, she gets up and starts combing her hair, facing away from me as she looks in the mirror. I notice that she isn't wearing any underwear, as her skirt is wedged between her asses, revealing her bare bottom. The sight of her erotic behind and her hairy armpits arouses me. I glance at the mirror and realize that my aunt may have caught me scratching my crotch and quickly cover myself with the bed sheet to avoid any embarrassment.

Once the lights are off, she returns from the bathroom and slips under the same bed sheet that I'm using to cover myself. In the soft glow of the nightlight, a woman with the scent of jasmine and hairy armpits lies beside me, something I've never experienced before. The desires of a young man start to take over my thoughts, tempting me to seize the opportunity. I suggest, "You seem tired, maybe a massage would help you relax before your busy day tomorrow." She hums in agreement and settles into bed. I follow suit, lying straight beside her, the bed sheet bringing us close together. We both gaze at the ceiling in silence for about 10 minutes. Then, I turn away from her, pulling the bed sheet over my head.

"Oh, are you mad at me?" she whispers, placing her hand on me, attempting to turn me to face her. I turn to meet her gaze and ask, "Why would I be mad?"

"I didn't let you give me a massage when you offered to help me relax," she responds, looking directly at me.

"I understand if you're tired," I whispered, "but let me help you relax." She nodded, turning over onto her stomach and closing her eyes. I couldn't help but feel thrilled at the opportunity to touch her. As I began massaging her back, she sank deeper into the bed with each press, her breathing becoming heavier. I touched every inch of her back, trying to reach the flaps of her breast.

Suddenly, she pulled her camisole upwards, revealing her half-bare back. I asked if she wanted an oil massage to take away her tiredness, but she just giggled and teased me about wanting to taste the oil. Undeterred, I continued massaging her bare back with even more enthusiasm.

As I moved to her shoulders, I struggled with the strap of her camisole getting in the way. She murmured about sleeping, but I kept going, determined to help her relax. Finally, she pulled her hand out from under her head and rested it on the pillow, saying she was tired. I smiled, happy to have helped her unwind.

I couldn't help but feel insulted by my own persistence. However, after much persuasion, she finally agreed to a massage, giving me the opportunity to escape at any moment. Yet, I couldn't shake off the fear of how she would react if I dared to ask her to remove her camisole. So, with great difficulty, I continued massaging her, struggling to navigate around the pesky shoulder straps of her camisole.

As I worked my hands, she began to shake her butt, a clear signal for me to move away. Without a word or even looking at me, she effortlessly pulled off her camisole and set it aside. She then lay back down on her stomach, completely topless, and relaxed.

With her bare back now fully exposed, a surge of sensation coursed through me. I mustered up more vigor and focused on massaging her from her shoulders to her back, lightly sitting on her buttocks. Two minutes into this intense exercise, she started to moan, the sound growing louder and longer with each caress on her back. Her moans excited me, and I couldn't resist the urge to slide down, resting on her knees as I stretched myself from her shoulders to her hips.

Gradually, I limited my massage to the area between her lower back and hips. Inch by inch, I slipped my thumb beneath her skirt, pushing it down. However, there was a limit to how far I could go without revealing her hips. Aunt seemed to understand my intentions and raised her butt slightly, allowing me to push the skirt down a little further, exposing her half-naked buttocks. The sight of her luscious brown butt was a reward for the 20 minutes of hard work I had put in.

Now, my focus shifted solely to her waist and hips, applying just the right amount of pressure. My thumb continued its rhythmic massage, exploring every inch of her tiny brown ass. From the rib cage, I traced my thumb through the crevices of her buttocks, stopping just inches above her butt hole. Each movement elicited frequent moans from her, intensifying the experience.

It was at this moment that I decided to recall the assault I had endured earlier in the day, when Mr. Singh caught a glimpse of the underwear I was wearing. I confidently lift myself up and swiftly remove her skirt, revealing her completely bare as she had no undergarments beneath. Observing her subtle response of closed eyelids, a composed posture, and her legs tightly intertwined with deep breaths, I proceed to gently massage her exposed buttocks.

As she gracefully descended from the bed and joined her knee, a sense of anticipation filled the air, a subtle act that cleverly concealed her alluring figure. 25 minutes past in the act, I found myself unable to catch a glimpse of her breast, hidden ever so discreetly between her body and the soft bed-sheet. Despite her nakedness, her pubis remained veiled, teasingly concealing her most intimate parts. Her legs, stretched and toned, proved to be a challenge to part. Realizing this, I rose to my feet and gently pressed against her buttocks, tracing circles around her secret entrance with my thumb. The sound of her passionate moans filled the room, and gradually, her legs relaxed, spreading themselves apart by a few inches. A tantalizing aroma, a blend of her erotic essence and the delicate scent of jasmine, hung in the air, intoxicating my senses. Encouraged by her response, I continued to caress her entrance, causing her legs to spread apart.

Peering between her legs, I caught a glimpse of her glistening pubic area, evidence of her arousal. The scent of her desire wafted through the room, arousing me further. Seated on her feet, I leaned forward, eager to inhale the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her womanhood. The moistness of her vagina, combined with the heady aroma, sent shivers down my spine. Unable to resist, I pressed my lips against her exquisite derrière, showering it with kisses. As I kissed her, my hand reached out, longing to caress her breasts. Alas, her firm pressure against the bed denied me access to her petite bosom. Frustrated yet undeterred, I continued to kiss her buttocks, my desire evident in my fully erect state. The attempt to fondle her breasts proved futile, and I found myself resting on my knees, catching my breath. In a silent yet unmistakable gesture, my aunt raised her buttocks, a clear message for me to continue lavishing attention upon her derriere. With her raised posterior and exposed womanhood, the sweet nectar of her desire flowed through her pubic region, a visual and olfactory feast that left me yearning for more.

As our bodies intertwined, a wave of desire washed over us. The air was thick with anticipation, and the scent of passion filled the room. Without a word, we surrendered to the intoxicating pull of our forbidden desires.

My aunt's inviting gaze beckoned me closer, and I eagerly obliged. With each touch, our moans of pleasure grew louder, echoing the intensity of our connection. The boundaries of hesitation blurred as we indulged in the ecstasy of our embrace.

Exploring every inch of her booty, I reveled in the taste of her skin and the softness. Our eyes locked, conveying a depth of desire that words could never capture. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating dance of passion.

With a hunger that could not be denied, our bodies melded together, becoming one. The heat between us intensified, fueling the flames of our desire. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, merging our essences in a sweet symphony of pleasure.

As our bodies melt in perfect harmony, the world outside ceased to exist. The rhythm of our love-making quickened, building towards an explosive climax. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating connection we shared.

With a final surge of passion, our tired bodies released all that what was building in to overflow, and we collapsed into a state of blissful exhaustion. Our heavy breaths mingled, creating a symphony of satisfaction. I nestled my head against her chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

In the aftermath of our forbidden encounter, we lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of our shared intimacy. No words were needed to express the depth of our connection; our eyes spoke volumes. In that moment, we knew that our secret bond would forever remain a cherished memory.

After two minutes of rest, I began to penetrate, sucking her earlobe, avoiding eye contact. I soon got into a rhythm, moving back and forth to fuck the little aunt beneath me. I get tired of pumping and decompressing. With every pulse of my penis in her vaginal walls and reaching her cervix, she moaned, "Hmmmmmmmmmm, aaaaaah, Ooaaaaaaah, yes, aaaaah, yes, yes, good boy, oooooh oh yes." Tired of constantly burying my head in the pillow, I tried to normalize my shortness of breath. I'm calm.

Taking my place, she began thrusting with her pelvis, engulfing my throbbing penis, and then pulling back until she could see the shiny pink tip. Repeating the same exercise at intervals, I joined her, timing my penetration to perfection. We continued to fuck each other. She looked left and I looked right. Without eye contact or words, we let our bodies do the talking and stay together in silent agreement. Our thrusts are getting stronger, and as she moans a little louder, she starts showering as if some fountain inside her vagina has been switched on. Being a novice, I thought she might be pissing. I tried to pull off my penis, but my aunt crossing her legs on my waist and hard pressing against my crotch did not allow me to come out of her vagina; she kept washing my penis inside her vagina with whatever it was.

Aunt with her 48 kilos of weight is hanging on me with crossed legs on my waist and arms round on my neck, me on my all fours huffing and puffing with tiredness. In a minute, putting Aunt comfortably on the bed, she still had her crossed legs on my waist and was fondling her tiny tits, catching her breath. With a pounding through her vagina, I started fucking her vigorously. After a few strokes, my aunt joined me and once again our rhythmic lovemaking session began.

Now, as our thrusts became longer and deeper, my body began to tremble and sweat began to run down my forehead and onto her face. Also, she was sweating. Because she didn't smell like jasmine anymore, just the smell of her armpit sweat and vaginal fluid (I had smelled her since morning because of her old panties). We thrust often, faster, and I began to explode inside her.

Even though she just had showered me with her vaginal fluid, knowing that if I ejaculate inside her, she could get pregnant. To avoid the terrible thing to happen, I tried to run away from her, but aunt crossing her legs tightly did not allow me to run away. Tired, I laid down on top of her petite body. She still crossed her legs and allowed me to impregnate her with my sperm. Ejaculating gallons of cum inside her with pulsating dick, it felt like I am filling her tunnel full of gushing liquid.

Tired, she rested like dead, her body seems to without any energy, I kept filling her with my spurt, dickhead blocking the free flow of her squirt. It felt like someone had opened a floodgate and a torrent of water ready to pour out, showering everything in its path. We both unloaded and stretched our legs at the same time, remaining silent and catching our breath as I watched my dick spurting inside her. I didn't move until my flaccid cock slipped through her vaginal grip. Both of us return to the sleeping position covered in love juice. Auntie stood up and pulled the bed sheet that covered both of us. She turns to her left and closes her eyes. I turned towards her and decided to sleep with my crotch on her ass and my hands on her 32B cups. I heard a whisper, "Good night." I too fall asleep.