Indian Mom's Mid-Life Crises

This story continues a month or so after Goa chapters, and roughly a few weeks post the previous story. Would strongly advise reading them first before coming to this. It's only my first attempt at a series like this, so please be patient, and excuse silly typos / errors. I'm still learning this game a bit, so any feedback is appreciated!

This chapter is my longest story yet, and the one where I've invested a lot into the build-up itself, before going into the depths a pretty extended climax. The idea was to try and flesh out the characters a bit, and also set the right context for the future direction in which I want to take this series. Of course, that will depend a lot on the feedback to this chapter, so please fire away!

Needless to say, as with all the previous stories (and as we've established in the storyline itself), none of the characters are underage. There's a considerable amount of controlled violence / domination and a lot of expletives later on, so that's not your cup of tea - then do take care while reading!

= PPanwar

PART A: THE ARRIVAL...

Sumana stormed into the living room, fury etched across her face as she glared at Shashi watching TV.

"Shashi! I can't believe you did this!"

"What? What did I do?" fumbled Shashi, nearly dropping the remote.

"You invited Puneet and Praveen to stay with us for a whole two weeks without even running it by me first!" She punctuated each of those last five words by jabbing her finger toward him.

As she said this, images unbidden flashed through Sumana's mind of her 23-year-old daughter Sanjana fawning over the two strapping young nephews. She knew all too well how giggly and flirtatious Sanjana could get around remotely good-looking boys when she was younger, and recently she had more than enough reason to suspect where that could go.

Now that Puneet and Praveen were grown men in their 20s, Sumana worried Sanjana might act rather...unbecoming around them. The thought made her both angry at Shashi's unilateral decision and stressed at the prospect of having to keep a careful eye on her daughter.

Shashi looked up with a start, cheeks instantly flushing red. "Sumana, you're right, I should have discussed it with you before extending them the invitation," he said sheepishly, unable to meet her fiery gaze.

"Those nephews of yours are grown men now, not little kids!" Sumana went on, her lips pursing as she imagined Sanjana making googly eyes and blushing like a schoolgirl around the handsome pair.

The idea of her daughter potentially throwing herself at Puneet and Praveen made Sumana's blood boil. She loved the boys as family, but she really wasn't too sure about having them about the house. Not with the current situation she and her two daughters had kind waded into.

"Just where do you expect we'll put them up?" Her hands danced animatedly as she spoke, trying to keep herself distracted from the images creeping into her mind. "Make Sanjana and Savita double up in one room?"

Shashi shrank a little in his seat, knowing he'd overstepped. "You're absolutely right, I handled this poorly. I should have consulted you first before committing us to houseguests."

Sumana took a deep, calming breath through her nostrils, trying to suppress the scenes brewing in her mind's eye. As angry and anxious as she was about the situation, she knew she'd welcome her nephews kindly when they arrived.

"It's done now, I suppose. They're coming to stay," she said in a tone that made it clear the matter was not up for further discussion. "Just don't expect me to rearrange this entire household to accommodate them."

***

The doorbell rang, and Sumana reluctantly went to answer it, steeling herself to greet Puneet and Praveen. It's not that she had anything against her nephews, they were perfectly sweet kids as far as she could remember them. It was the lack of foresight from Shashi that really set her off.

As the door swung open, the first thing that she was struck by was just how much the two young men had changed since she last saw them 7-8 years ago. Back then, they were gawky, bespectacled teens more interested in books and academics than anything athletic or physical. But the two figures standing on her doorstep were transformed.

While not burly or muscle-bound, Puneet and Praveen had broad shoulders, confident postures, and healthy, handsome faces. Their frames seemed to have filled out into those of young men very much in their prime.

Sumana felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks as she looked them over, reminding herself that these were still her husband's nephews, not strangers to ogle. She reflexively smoothed out her salwar and tugged it more tightly across her midriff.

"Auntie Sumana! It's been too long," Praveen smiled warmly as they stepped inside, drinking in the sight of their aunt. While Sumana had always been a beautiful woman, years of marriage and motherhood had only enhanced her looks. There was a regal, almost queenly aura about her in the sky-blue salwar-suit, cheeks glowing and lips-stained deep red.

Puneet found himself staring perhaps a bit too long before giving himself an inward shake. Get a grip, he admonished himself, this is just Auntie!

"You two have really grown into young men," Sumana managed, pulling them both into an embrace, trying not to feel flustered by their good looks and how tall they'd gotten - even if they retained a bit of the academic-geek profile, with their glasses and the odd stubble around the chin.

As she pulled away, she noticed Puneet's eyes linger perhaps a beat too long on the low-cut neckline of her kurta. She suppressed a frown, reminding herself to keep stern vigilance over any impropriety - for all their sakes.

"We're so grateful you're letting us stay, Auntie," Praveen replied with an easy smile. "We'll be no trouble at all!"

****

PART B: THE LANDING...

Over the next couple of days, Sumana couldn't help but notice the subtle glances and once-overs Puneet and Praveen would give her whenever her back was turned. She felt their eyes lingering a little too long whenever she bent over or walked past them.

A part of her felt a slight thrill at the unmistakable male attention, even though she scolded herself for enjoying it. After all, these were her husband's nephews. Practically family, she told herself. But, then again, was that really a concern these days... she found another voice telling her. She was still a woman in her prime, and just like she'd told Savita that other day, attention from admirers was a much-needed ego boost! Having two virile young men so clearly attracted to her stroked Sumana's ego, whatever her previously voiced misgivings were.

On the third morning, Sumana decided to give them just a tiny taste - a little tease to satisfy her own vanity. As she dressed for the day, she opted for one of her favourite ruby-red salwars that hugged her curves in all the right ways. The chiffon material was lightweight and semi-sheer, clinging to her body enticingly.

She spent extra time on her makeup that morning too, lining her eyes with kohl and brushing out her lush black tresses to tumble over her shoulders. A few spritzes of musky perfume, and Sumana took one last look in the mirror, admiring the image of herself as a total bombshell aunty.

When she emerged from the bedroom, Sumana could feel Puneet and Praveen's eyes saucering as they drank her in from head-to-toe. The red salwar sculpted her body in a way that left tantalizingly little to the imagination as she moved. With each step, the gossamer fabric teased glimpses of her ample curves and smooth midriff underneath.

A devilish smirk played across Sumana's lips as she caught the dumbstruck expressions on their faces, unable to tear their gazes away. She gave an exaggerated stretch as she bent down to put on her heels, arching her behind to make the dress clung even tighter to her fulsome ass, as their eyes followed her body's movements, enraptured.

Sumana basked in their admiring attention, a thrill running through her at rendering these two educated young bucks into speechless, gawking pups - at least for a moment.

As she turned away with an extra sashay in her hips, Sumana felt the weight of their longing stares burning into her swaying backside. She had to suppress a giggle atachieving the precise intended effect - and indeed, it left quite an impact on her too...

As she sat at her office desk that afternoon, her mind kept straying to the image of her husband's nephews ogling her like horny teens, and the way the silky fabric hugged her full, luscious ass. Sumana crossed and uncrossed her legs under the desk, feeling her loins tighten and her nipples stiffen as she recalled their hungry gazes.

She tried to distract herself with the documents spread out on her desk, but found her eyes glazing over, mind wandering through increasingly erotic thoughts. In a flash, her fantasies conjured up an image of Puneet and Praveen, kneeling obediently at her feet and worshipping her body with their mouths.

She could imagine the two brothers kissing and licking up her calves, slowly working their way up her inner....

Sumana snapped out of the reverie, shaking her head to banish the lewd imagery. What the hell am I thinking?! she asked herself incredulously. These are Shashi's nephews, not some playboys from a nightclub! Not some random men encountered during a vacation, who she wouldn't meet again. No, no... No way, she told herself.

****

It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon and with Shashi away for the weekend on a trip to a customer site, Savita at work, and Sanjana having left for college, Sumana found herself home alone with Puneet and Praveen. The temperatures had soared well past 100F and the dry heat seemed to pervade every corner of the house.

Feeling daring after the charged looks she received earlier in the week in her red chiffon suit, Sumana decided to really turn up the heat a notch. If those boys wanted an eyeful, she'd give them one - all in good fun, of course.

"I'm just their neighbourhood auntie, enjoying a bit a male attention..." she told herself.

Instead of suffering in a dress this time, and in this heat, she changed into a lightweight cotton short-kurta top that stopped just below her navel, leaving her midriff just a little bare. For the bottom, she opted for an extremely lightweight and breezy cotton pants, made of a thin white material, that she knew left little to imagination if it soaked some sweat.

After getting changed, Sumana did one final check in the mirror, admiring the way her outfit complemented her curves. The kurta top was just tight enough to accommodate her voluminous breasts, while the thin salwar pants framed the flesh around her hips and backside. A few tendrils of hair were already sticking to her neck with perspiration.

Satisfied with what she saw, Sumana made her way out to the living room where Puneet was watching TV, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. As soon as she entered, she noticed his eyes going wide, shamelessly roving over every inch of her figure before catching himself.

Sumana didn't miss the way Puneet's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, unable to peel his gaze away from the strip of bare midriff on display between her kurta and salwar. She allowed herself a little smirk before sashaying off towards the kitchen, putting just an extra hypnotic sway in her hips.

A little while later, seeking respite from the stifling indoors, Sumana made her way up to the terrace where Praveen had settled in with a book. As she climbed the exterior staircase, she could feel his eyes locking onto the back of her salwar-bottoms, which clung tightly to her ample rear with each upward step.

When she reached the top and turned around, Praveen's face was a mask of studious nonchalance, but his furtive glances kept dropping to properly ogle Sumana's figure now that she was in full view. The way her kurta stretched taught across her chest; the curves of her hips outlined by the salwar - he seemed to drink it all in like a man dying of thirst.

Sumana felt a rush of power coursing through her at the undisguised appreciation in his eyes. Those heady days in Goa, last month, had clearly told her that she was still an object of desire for young, virile men like Puneet and Praveen. The thought emboldened her, and she revelled in every heated glance he stole, and even made a small show of removing the clothes that were put out dry on the line.

As Sumana bent over the laundry basket, her backside thrust out, her crop-tup rode up her back, the soft globes of her ass barely covered by the thin fabric of her pants. Praveen's gaze was drawn to the alluring sight, drinking in the sight of her full, shapely derriere, and the hint of a dark-coloured panty visible underneath the outer layer.

She couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal tingle through her body at the blatant attention, feeling his eyes boring into her behind, taking in the way the fabric clung to her skin, which was now starting to gather some sweat.

Overcome by a naughty impulse, the 46 year-old cougar in her decided to give the young nephew a little treat. With the slowest, most deliberate movement, she arched her back further, thrusting her butt outwards, and began to wiggle her hips. The fabric of her salwar tightened against her curves, the material hugging her flesh like a second skin.

Praveen's jaw dropped, unable to believe his aunt was really putting on this erotic display for him, as if teasing him. He had to remind himself he was awake and not dreaming. He was now basically looking straight at his aunt hunched over, her ass on almost full display, her black thong-panties now clearly visible under the thin fabric of her pants.

He wasn't sure if his aunt really knew what was happening, even as he felt his cock stiffening, his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans, his eyes drinking in every movement of her shapely posterior.

"Is everything okay, Auntie?" he ventured, trying to sound innocent, even as his eyes remained locked onto the way her pants cupped the full roundness of her ass-cheeks, his brain filling with thoughts of what lay hidden underneath.

"Hmmm, just trying to pick this one piece up," she said in a casual tone, even as she pulled herself up, her body now coated with a fine sheen of sweat. Her skin glistened under the hot, late-afternoon sun, the thin salwar beginning to stick to her stomach and chest.

Sumana pulled down a saree that was hung out to dry, and began to fold it carefully, now directly facing Praveen. She was about to return downstairs, but another idea struck her.

"You know, you boys are making me feel like such a housekeeper," she pouted, giving him a playful wink. "Maybe I could use a bit of help. You could hold up the other end of this while I fold."

Praveen jumped to his feet, eager to be near his aunt.

Sumana smiled, knowing she had him in her thrall, as she held the other end of the saree. They worked together folding the garment, but her nephew's gaze kept darting from the fabric to the curves of her body. His eyes lingered on her heaving chest, and the sweat trickling down her cleavage, making her crop-top even more translucent.

He could see the faint outlines of her bra under the fabric, and his gaze dropped further to the way the thin salwar clung to the roundness of her buttocks, the outline of her panties now quite visible against her pants.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sumana remarked, flashing a mischievous smile at him. She was now so close that she could smell the faint traces of cologne on him, the sweat glistening off his skin in the heat.

"Um, no, Auntie. Not at all," he mumbled, unable to meet her eyes.

"Well, that was certainly a big help. Why don't I get you something cool to drink? Come, come... Come on down."

Sumana led the way back down the stairs, and Praveen's eyes once again were fixed on the soft sway of her hips as they descended the steps. At the bottom, she turned to see him standing just a little too close, his gaze fixed firmly on her ass.

She had him right where she wanted him - under her spell.

"Come along, let's go inside," she cooed, patting his shoulder, before walking towards the house.

As Praveen trailed behind his aunt, the salwar was sticking so tightly to the skin of her ass that it was almost like she wasn't wearing any pants. He couldn't peel his eyes away, drinking in the way her hips swung, and her posterior flexed with each step.

The thin white cotton material left very little to the imagination, and his eyes were now drawn to the dark patch between her legs, which he assumed was her underwear. She entered the house ahead of him, and walked past where Puneet was sitting, now going through some text-books.

Puneet looked up to see the thin material clinging to her sweat-slicked body, her crop-top riding up and exposing her toned belly, and her ass outlined so clearly that he could see her panties through the cotton fabric. He watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, unable to believe his eyes, even as Praveen seemed to be following here transfixed - as if on a leash...

Sumana made a show of bending down to grab a tray and fetching a jug of fresh lemonade from the refrigerator. When she turned back around, she found Praveen and Puneet had followed her into the kitchen and were staring openly.

"I thought you boys could use a drink. It's such a hot day," she said, giving them an innocent look. "Would you like to have a glass, Puneet?"

"Um, yeah, sure, Auntie," Puneet stammered, his mouth dry.

Sumana poured out two glasses and handed one to each of them. Puneet couldn't help but stare as her ample, heaving bosom seemed almost ready to spill out of her shirt with each movement, beads of perspiration glistening on the exposed skin of her neck and cleavage.

The three of them stood in the kitchen, sipping their drinks, with Puneet and Praveen exchanging knowing looks. Sumana could see they were both trying their best to hide the obvious arousal, awkwardly adjusting their shorts. Praveen smartly found a seat and used the 2-seater table as a convenient cover.

Sumana could tell they were both trying to avert their eyes, but the occasional furtive glances at her sweat-soaked body were undeniable. Sumana almost felt a sense of raw power coursing through her at the undisguised appreciation in their eyes. It gave her such a high, to realise that she was still a woman who could these young studs utterly thirsty. This youthful validation only emboldened her, and she revelled in every heated glance they stole.

"Ok... I'm going to take a quick shower and change, it's so sticky in here with this dreadful heat!" she exclaimed, turning and giving her nephews a flash of her ass.

With that, she made her way towards the master bedroom, knowing they'd be straining to catch another glimpse of her. Puneet and Praveen watched dumbfounded, as her shapely buttocks swung seductively, and her sweaty, cotton pants left very little to the imagination.

"Holy shit! Did you see her?" whispered Praveen, incredulous, his eyes glued to the spot his aunt had just occupied.

"I don't think we were supposed to," Puneet replied. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I have no idea, man, but she's driving me crazy."

Puneet couldn't believe his eyes. Just a few days ago, he'd known Auntie Sumana as a respectable, prim and proper old lady. But that was from the memories of years ago. Now, this new side was emerging, and he knew both he and Praveen were having a hard time computing this.

"You're not alone there. I can't stop thinking about her. Especially with her walking around wearing stuff like this," Praveen said, still a bit baffled.