Hello friends! It was heartening to read all your e-mails and feedback in response to my previous story. Thanks to you all, I couldn't wait to write this new one. The story is pure fantasy but I guess the pleasure one gets in fantasizing is much more than the real thing
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I'm Lucky and am 21 yrs old. Indu aunty is my mami, the wife of my mom's younger brother. I don't remember a date but it seems like I had always been attracted to her. My uncle lived in a city quite far away from our town, so our families didn't meet often except for the vacations. Around 7-8 years back my uncle got transferred to our town. We now had frequent visits to their place and on weekends the two families had lunch together. It was like something magical, just being in the same room as my aunt.
Here I should describe her. Aunt Indu is a very attractive lady of age 32 with a height of around 5'7". That's quite tall for an Indian lady. She has a fair complexion and her skin is as smooth as cream. Added to this she has a breathtaking figure of 38-30-34. She has sexy, straight, black hair that falls to her waists. It is cut in a layered fashion but she seldom wears her hair loose. It's always either in a braid or tied up. Normally she wears a saree like most Indian women. I have rarely seen her in anything else. My uncle and aunt have no kids.
The incident I'm about to tell happened a couple of years back. Uncle was away from town on some official work for about 10 days. On the weekend, we had gone to my aunts' place for lunch; my dad, mom and me. We had our lunch and then the elders began chatting in the living room. I went to the bedroom to watch TV. After an hour or so, mom came in to ask me whether I would stay back at auntie's place for the week till mamaji was back from his tour. Aunty was all alone and had, therefore, requested her. I had no objection and told mom to send my clothes and other necessary things from home. I was all excited at the thought of spending an entire week all alone with my sexy aunt at her place.
After dad and mom left, Indu mami and I decided to watch a movie on the VCR. We decided upon a romantic movie and I suggested 'Notting Hill'. It has been one of my favorites and I told her that she too will love the movie. So it was decided and I went to the video shop to rent it. After I returned, we sat down in the bedroom and started the movie. We were on the bed with mami on the left side. As the movie went on I could judge by Indu aunties' expressions that she was loving the movie. I was pleased as I wanted to her to be happy.
Now, there was an intimate scene in the movie between Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant where they finally end up in bed. During that scene aunty was somewhat excited which was evident from her heavy breathing. I didn't say anything but just watched her. When the movie ended it was around 7pm. I said that I would return the cassette at the store and aunty replied, "Okay, but be back soon. I shall prepare dinner in the meantime."
I went to the store and returned in an hour. When I returned I found that aunty was in the kitchen. She was wearing a cream colored saree and a matching blouse. Her hair was tied in a loose bun and she was all drenched in her perspiration. Her firm midriff was glistening with the sweat. Even her blouse was somewhat wet and had become quite transparent. I could clearly make out that she was wearing a white bra underneath. God, she was looking so inviting. I went up to her and smiled.
She smiled back and said, "AA Gaye tum (You are back.).
I said, "Jee mami (Yes aunty)"
She replied, "The dinner is also ready. Why don't you sit in the living room while I go take a quick shower. It's so hot in here and I am soaked with sweat."
I said, "Okay" and went to the living room. I picked up a magazine and started reading it. I could hear mami, go into the bathroom. I started imagining the scene inside.
Mami keeping her towel on the hanger, then she slowly removes the pallu of her saree and starts unwrapping it. She then begins unhooking her blouse. First the top hook, then the next. Her lovely breasts encased in the bra getting visible. The marvellous curves of her firm breasts glistening with her sweat. She then slowly opens the other hooks as well and removes the blouse. Then she pulls the string of her petticoat which falls on the floor of the bathroom. Indu is now in her undergarments. She reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra. Then she removes the straps from her shoulders and slowly her breasts are revealed. I had got quite aroused just by imaging all these. I had a raging hard on. I freed my penis from my pants and began stroking it. I could clearly see mami in my head standing in the bathroom floor, wearing just her panties. She then puts her fingers in the elastic of the panties and slowly pulls them down. When she stands up, her glorious cunt is visible. Her pubic hairs are well trimmed and her dark brown pussy lips are visible.
Aunty reaches down to her twat and rubs her hand over her cunt, her palm covering the love lips. She has a divine expression on her face. She puts on a shower cap and steps
into the shower.
After some time I heard the shower running. My imagination was running wild and so was my hand on my penis.
I began to see her reaching for the soap and rub it gently over her body. She soaped her breasts and her flat tummy, her inner thighs, her cunt, and her sexy legs. Then she began to rub in the soap all over again in circles around her globular breasts, around the areola and over the nipples. Her hands reaching down to her cunt and rubbing the soap all around it, cleaning all parts. The she gets in the shower stream and washes it all. When all the soap is washed out, she turns off the water and steps out. She dries herself with the towel and puts on her clothes.
I could hear her coming out of the bathroom and so I stopped stroking my dick and pulled up my pants.
After a while I saw Indu aunty come out of her room. She was dressed in a deep blue robe which was tied in front around her waist. Her hair was loose and fell over her back to her waists. She looked like a queen. She went to the kitchen and began setting up the dinner table. After some time, she called me to the table. We sat in adjacent chairs. I was sitting to her left and she was at the head of the table. We had a quiet dinner. Just once she got up to pass me the curry and her robe fell open a bit while she leaned over. I could clearly see her deep cleavage and I think I saw the outline of the areola of her right breast. This got me all excited and my dick responded appropriately. Indu was completely oblivious of this. It was clear that she was not wearing a brassiere.