I am Rajesh, would like to tell you all how I fucked my Grandma's sister. Her name was parvathi. She was widow from the early age, she had been in aunt's house for some function. So aunt told me to leave her at the village. After few days Widow aunt wanted to go to her home situated in a village. I accompanied her. We went to the Bus terminal, but the last bus going to the village was cancelled, and hence we boarded another bus, which does not go to the village but to another village situated on the highway.
It was 9.00 PM and the bus was crowded, we had to travel standing almost at the back row of the bus. The conductor issued tickets and lights were put off. It was clear full moon day, but it started raining. I was standing behind Widow aunt, the aroma of hair oil from Widow aunt's hair knot was romantic and exciting. Widow aunt was 48 years young, gracefully matured beauty.
She was 5'6" tall, sexy, voluptuous, 75kg woman, with 44-38-48 figure and long smooth silky hair reaching her knees. Her hair greyed at temples but the streaks of silvery hair added glamour and attraction to her women. She normally wears her hair as a knot skillfully and beautifully arranged.
I couldn't control touching her perturbing ass cheeks, which were like inverted pots. My perpetually erect and hard cock was pressing against her arse. Widow aunt instead of moving away from me though there was enough space in front of her she leaned back against me pressing her buttocks against my hardness. The road was not smooth and the jerks of the bus helped me to press at her.
Widow aunt was almost leaning against me, turned her head back towards me and smiled. I placed my left hand on her fat midriff and then moved towards her navel, holding her tight pressing myself against her, my cock's hardness pressing her arse in circular motion. There was a slight drizzle, which gradually turned to heavy rain, the early monsoon rain, the earth absorbing the rainwater and giving out typical aroma, which was romantic.
The bus stopped, the lights were on, and we move apart slightly so that no one could suspect. Some people got down and the bus started again, and the lights were off. Widow aunt instantly was back to the earlier position, leaning against me, I looked around, as no one was watching us, my hand exploring the fat layers on her midriff, feeling smoothness of her skin. Widow aunt placed her hand on mine, and directed towards her huge breasts.