When she did awake and saw me watching her, she smiled widely and did a cat-like stretch. She opened her arms to beckon me and I went into her embrace. She said, “I missed you so much.” She was warm from sleep and she kissed my neck as I felt her legs shift beside me. I could hardly hide my arousal. It would have been understandable to most people, if she weren’t my Aunt Saranya.
From my reading and feelings, I had come to understand that there are many sons who are attracted to their Aunt Saranya. There are many Aunt Saranya who love their sons and would do almost anything for them. Making love physically is usually a barrier they can’t cross. I had always wished that mine would be one of the few Aunt Saranya whose love could transcend those bounds.
I said, “I missed you too Aunt Saranya,” and my hand inched from her waist to get closer to the ample breast which seemed to be giving off a heat of its own. My story gets a bit entangled here so I’ll start where the threads haven’t intertwined yet, and the secrets began to surface.
My sexual awakening came early; actually having sex came late. There were some who were enjoying sex regularly in high college, but I wasn’t one of them. Like most, I thought about it and talked about it all the time, mostly with my cousin Prabhu. He lived with my Aunt Laila and Roja two blocks from me. From the age of ten, we all did everything together, Laila, Roja and Prabhu. Death had brought us together.
My parents passed away long back leaving me alone, and my uncle James and Eddie were killed together in a car accident. I was ten and Prabhu was eleven; Laila and Roja were widowed at twenty-seven, fraternal twins, from birth to the death of their husbands. I remember vividly two things at the funeral, the too tight collar that were choking me, and how my Aunt Saranya looked in her black suit. My feelings for her were percolating at a level below my realization at that time. It would be years before I accepted the attraction at a conscious level.
I spent a lot of time listening to Prabhu talk about his dad, but I really couldn’t empathize too much, because I never felt close to mine. I think the simplest and truest explanation was that we didn’t like each other.
Through our adolescence, Prabhu and I dated together and separately, and we always shared our experiences. We’d gotten in to a few fights at college when we found out that some of the guys were calling my aunts, ‘The Tit Sisters.’ They were both pretty full up top and good looking in their own way, my Aunt Saranya was more the sweet next-door type, and Laila the tough and street-savvy one.
A few times I had hinted to Prabhu about my feelings for my Aunt Saranya and I could see that he got it. I never felt he was judging me, but we never said any of the real words out loud.
Prabhu started college a year before me, and that was when he stopped talking, and dating. I found out why a year later on the beach. We were lying there in the sun for hours, eyes closed, and talking, catching up on the time we’d spent apart. I was almost in a dream state from the heat and salt air. I was rambling and trying to understand why he had stopped going out. I was pushing him. We’d always been closer than brothers and I missed his confiding in me, because it kept me from discussing anything important with him.
Finally he said, “Srikanth, I’ve been with somebody.” He made me ask a lot of questions before he gave it up. “Okay Srikanth…I’ve been with my Aunt Saranya.” Whack me across the fucking head. I was frying in the sun, but it felt like ice water was poured on me from head to toe.
All I could manage was “Get the fuck out of here.” We put each other on sometimes, so I said it with a laugh, in case he were joking, he wouldn’t have put it over on me.
“I’m fucking her Srikanth,” is what he said, seriously. I was having trouble swallowing his words and my spit.
I finally managed to ask something like, “How…when?”
He said, “The night before I started at the university, remember the party?” I remembered; the four of us were pretty hammered. “We got home and we started kissing,” he said. “We ended up in bed…Srikanth, I’ve been fucking her ever since.”
I was astounded. “For a year, and you never said anything to me?” Why would he? He was sleeping with his Aunt Saranya. I didn’t know what to say, so I uttered an in ane, “What’s it like?” The question probably made sense to me, since there I was, never having had sex at all, and now imagining it with my aunt.
Prabhu laughed, “It’s great you prick, why do you think I’m doing it?” What I didn’t say was, ‘How could you do it with your own Aunt Saranya?’ That’s because, by that time, my Aunt Saranya was pretty much the one whom I was imagining having sex with most of the time.
One of my early fantasies was of my Aunt Saranya being the one to satisfy the ever-building frustration of going out with girls and being either too shy or unlucky to get much. Aunt Saranya notices how unhappy I am and gets me to tell her the reason. She says something like, “Don’t worry baby, you’ll have plenty of girls, but until then, let Aunt Saranyama take care of you.” She gets on her knees and takes as much of my throbbing cock into her mouth as she can. She sucks me until a torrent of cum fires off and her mouth is filled to overflowing. She always smiles when she’s done and tells me she loves me. At that time, even in my fantasy, I’m reluctant to fuck her.
When I was older and had a few serious relationships, Aunt Saranya was never far from my mind. I did some flirting with her, and at first, there were some receptive responses. We played around. As I got bolder, my hands lingered on her and she rebuffed me. She stopped playing. I never said anything but I was angry and frustrated. I wasn’t very nice to her. I stopped talking to her and sometimes didn’t come home at night. We fought over stupid things and finally I told her I was moving out. She said, “Why?”
I said, “To get away from you.”
I was sorry immediately, but before I could apologize she said, “I know what you want, Srikanth.”
I laughed, “You don’t know what I want.”
Her expression was pained, “You want to sleep with me, don’t you Srikanth.” It wasn’t a question. I didn’t say anything. She said, “You can’t punish me for something I just can’t do. I know what this is all about and where it comes from. I love you sweetheart, but I can’t have sex with you. I’m not Laila, Srikanth.”
I was surprised. “You know?”
“Of course I know. Laila’s my twin. She couldn’t keep something like that from me even if she wanted to…and she didn’t want to.” She took a deep breath and said, “She told me the day after it happened. I told her I thought it was wrong then, and I still do. It can’t end up good for either of them, but she won’t listen to me, and I was desperate enough to try and talk to Prabhu, but it didn’t help. I guess he’s a guy, and like most, he’s only interested in getting laid.”
“Aunt Saranya,” I said, “that’s not why I…”
She stopped me. “Srikanth, even if you think it’s more than that, it can’t work, don’t you see baby?” I started to say something but she cut me off, “Let’s not talk about it please, I find it too upsetting. Just don’t be mean to me sweetheart, I can’t do what you want.” She shook her head. “I could kill my sister. This is all her fault…her and Prabhu, but we’re not like them, we have to go back to being our normal selves.” She ran out of steam and said, “I love you.”
I didn’t see any point in arguing and I decided she was right about my being a bastard to her for something she couldn’t help, so I just said, “I love you too Aunt Saranya.” I kissed her on the cheek and went to bed.
The next day was a Saturday and I spent too much of it thinking. The more time I spent on Prabhu and my Aunt Laila, the more I wanted Aunt Saranya. I’d gotten myself worked up to a fever pitch. Prabhu was there for me to vent my frustrations, but that wasn’t going to solve anything so I decided that my one chance to make something happen between Aunt Saranya and me rested with my Aunt Laila.
I called her and went over to talk. I had trouble getting starting because I didn’t want to embarrass her. I was uncomfortable, but I felt as if I had to do it. So after some false starts I said, “I know about you and Prabhu.” I expected more of a reaction. I said, “Please don’t be mad at him for telling me because this is important to me. I love my Aunt Saranya like he loves you and…”
“I’m not mad Srikanth,” she said. “I told him it was okay to tell you because I know what you’re going through honey, and you shouldn’t be mad at him either because he told me, but I don’t know what I can do to help you.”
“Maybe you could talk to her,” I said. “I know she takes your advice.”
Laila said, “I don’t know; she’s given me a pretty hard time about it…”
“I just need you to try Auntie,” I said, “I don’t know what else to do.”
She took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’m not sure what good it will do.”
“She’s home right now,” I told her.
“You’re not wasting any time are you Srikanth?” She laughed and said, “Okay.” She called Aunt Saranya and asked her to come over. She had me go into the next room where I left the door open a bit so I could hear what was going on.
When she got there, the first thing Aunt Saranya said was, “I hope you’re happy; you’ve ruined my relationship with my son…you and your crazy fucking ideas.” I could hear the emotion in her voice and knew she was probably crying. “Always with the fucking sex…you never knew when to stop. I told you when you started with me we shouldn’t do it…now…everything is fucked up…I’m fucked up.”
Laila said, “Come here baby.”
Aunt Saranya yelled, “No!”
Laila again said in a soft voice, “Come here baby.”
I heard my Aunt Saranya’s muffled crying, as her sister must have been holding her. Laila’s soothing tone was warm. “Was it so bad sweetheart, what we did? Did that really have anything to do with what you’re going through now? The times when we need each other Roja dear, all we do is love each other, and that’s all Srikanth wants to do.”
Aunt Saranya had quieted and said, “I know Laila, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not you.” There was quiet, then the sound of kisses. Then quiet again and a small moan from one of them. My head was spinning. There was no way I would have thought anything like that had gone on between them from anything I’d seen my whole life. All I could think was that everyone must have a secret life.
Aunt Saranya said, “What do I do now Laila, I’m so unhappy. Since you told me about you and Prabhu, it’s all I think about. After getting over being jealous, I thought I could handle it. I Know Srikanth wants me, and I feel…but I can’t, I’m just afraid that…”
“That’s really it Roja, you’re afraid. You’ve told me so many times how attracted you are to him, and now you know he feels the same. Roja…look, the opposite of love is fear. When you give up the fear, all you’ll have is love. That’s what I found out. I’m not saying this kind of thing is for everyone, but if it’s right for you, don’t run away from it.”
Aunt Saranya said, “I don’t know if I can, Laila.”
At that point, I came out from the room and went to Aunt Saranya and said, “You can Aunt Saranya…we can.” She was surprised to see me, but before she could say anything besides my name, I held her in my arms and kissed her. She kissed me fully for the first time. I felt my aunt’s hand squeeze my shoulder before hearing her walk to the door and leave.
I thought that maybe it was a good thing that our first kisses and embraces were not in our own home thinking it would make Aunt Saranya more comfortable. She touched me first. Her hand slid down my back and over my ass as we kissed. I fondled her breast. I was wrong. She said, “Not here Srikanth, let’s go home.”
That was the most exciting two-block walk I’d ever taken. We didn’t touch or hold hands or kiss. We just kept looking back at each other with every kind of smile you could imagine, from shyness to wanton desire. We said, “I love you,” back and forth.
I wondered if it was going to be ‘My room or hers’ or some neutral territory like the couch or kitchen table. Aunt Saranya took my hand when we got in and led me to her bedroom.
Her mouth was as hungry as mine and I got my first taste of my Aunt Saranya’s tongue. It’s smooth length explored and made me harder than I already was. As we kissed we took each other’s clothes off. I slid my hand under her bra and the much more than a handful of tit was firmer than I expected. Her erect nipple told me what I already knew from her whispery moans. She put her hand on my cock, and when she felt the extent of what she was doing to me, she pulled off my mouth and said, “Srikanth, you know, once we do this, we can’t go back…are you sure?”
I said, “Aunt Saranya, I don’t want to go back, and that’s not the question; the question is, are you sure?”
She put her hand into my briefs and pulled the length of me out and said, “Yes baby, I’m sure, I’m sure.”
There wasn’t much foreplay that first time. She pulled her panties off and got on the bed with her legs spread. There was nothing fancy or exotic about it, but that didn’t take anything away from the exquisite feeling of entering into my Aunt Saranya’s pussy for the first time. Her lips spread easily for my swollen knob and her wetness helped her accommodate my size. She must have said ‘OH SRIKANTH’ a hundred times as I pushed into her belly. I seemed to go deeper with each stroke until I heard a small cry from her as I gave her my full length.
I didn’t have a lot of experience, but enough to know the difference. My Aunt Saranya’s pussy was right for me, and by the sounds she was making, we were a perfect fit. Her pussy massaged me as I stroked her as if her fist were wrapped around the shaft. It felt too good. I was experienced enough to have control, but that was the toughest time I’d ever had to keep from coming. Knowing I was finally inside my Aunt Saranya’s pussy wasn’t helping.
I stopped to take a breath keep from going over the top. Aunt Saranya didn’t want any part of that. She said, “No baby, don’t stop, do it baby, please…it’s so good…I’m almost there…” I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and gave her my full shaft with each insertion into her pussy. I knew I was deeper in her than before by her moans. I put my palms on the bed and stroked her fast and hard. She said, “Yes.” And then she said, “Yes,” again. And the she said it over and over until she came with a long and explosively loud cry of “OOOOHHHhhhhh…”
I let go and it felt as if lightening went through my body. Each entry between my Aunt Saranya’s legs sent a volley of my juice into her. I was coming in the place that was supposed to be forbidden to me, the place I had wanted to be for so long. I filled my Aunt Saranya’s pussy with my cum. And when the spasms finally stopped, my Aunt Saranya had given me the most intense orgasm of my young life.
She kissed me when we finished and said, “Whenever I thought about doing this I was worried about what you would think of me. I always wanted you to be proud of me, and know that I love you; I was afraid you would think of me as a…whore or something…”
I never could of you that way Aunt Saranya, I’m so proud of you. Are you ashamed of what we did Aunt Saranya?”
“No baby, she said, “I wanted to show you how much I love you, with all of me…having you inside me felt…right.”
I said, “It felt more than right Aunt Saranya, it felt perfect.” We kissed as lovers and that night was filled with lovemaking of slow build-ups and fiery finishes. When Sunday morning came, I literally woke up and smelled the coffee. Aunt Saranya was lying by me on her side watching me and smiling. I said, “Morning Aunt Saranya, how long have you been up?
“Not long, I guess we both slept late after that…wonderful night. Well, it was wonderful for me anyway,” she said. She then whispered in my ear. “You do it so good.” The truth was I didn’t always; I just did it so good with her. It was like being smart with some people or happy with others; it matters whom you’re with.
“Aunt Saranya, you know it was great for me too; you’re great for me,” I said.
“Oh sweetie,” she said as she leaned over to kiss me.
I pulled her on top of me and she contacted my burgeoning hard-on. I pulled down the top of the nightgown she had put on and exposed her full breasts. “You have great tits Aunt Saranya,” I said.
She laughed and said, “I wish.” She started to recount their imperfections but they felt perfect in my hands.
She reached down and put me inside her and I pulled the nightgown over her head. After a long sigh, the shaft pushed up into her pussy. She sat still and said, “Listen to me honey, I want you to promise me something.”
“What,” I said, “That I’m going to do this to you every morning?”
She smiled but said, “I’m serious, this is lovely, but this is just for now, for us to enjoy each other, but this can’t be for good and you know it. You have to see other people, you have to find someone you can be serious about, get married…have babies.” Being inside her flashed me to the crazy thought of my Aunt Saranya having my baby, but I didn’t say anything
I just made some dismissive sounds and she said, “I’m telling you Srikanth, if you don’t, this ends now.”
She lifted herself as if she was getting off me and I quickly pulled her back and said, “Okay, Aunt Saranya, whatever you say.” And then I added, “Then you have to see other people too.”
She hesitated and said, “Okay…good,” and then she moved on me, raising up until only the head of my cock remained in her until she sat back down to take the shaft deep into her pussy. My mind went fleetingly to what she had she had said and I was somewhat uncomfortable with it, but her sounds and motions dismissed it from my mind. She raised and lowered herself faster and faster. Sometimes I came out of her completely, but the knob remained positioned to easily split her pussy lips and enter her again.
I massaged her breasts and worked her nipples between my fingers as she leaned back on my legs and ground her pussy on the pole inside her. She made whimpering noises and I put my finger on her clit and she said, “Oh God I love you.” I sensed that she was approaching closer to orgasm. I was glad because in that position, I couldn’t control my own. When she began going up and down harder and faster, I was gone. She said, “Come in me, come in me baby, come, come, come…” And then we both did. There was a lot of loud carrying on until I finished filling her pussy and she rested on my chest, laughing with exhaustion.
The phone rang and I was glad it had waited until we were done. It was my cousin Prabhu. Things were about to change again.
I looked over at Aunt Saranya lying beside me and said, “I’m busy bro.” When he asked me what I was busy with, I realized that Laila hadn’t told him about Aunt Saranya and me. I said, “I’ll talk to you later, Prabhu.”
Aunt Saranya said, “You go over there, I have things to do.”
I said, “How do you know what we we’re talking about?”
She laughed, “You don’t have to be a genius. You always watch the games with Prabhu on Sunday.”
I said, “I have other ideas.”
“After last night, I’m sure you do.” She laughed. She took my cock in hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, “There’ll be plenty of time when you come back baby. Now let’s get showered and get something to eat, I’m starved.”
I said, “Me too,” and playfully grabbed her tit and sucked on the nipple over the thin satin robe she wore.
She got giggly and said, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you something to get you started…and keep you thinking about me until you get back.” With that she bent over and took my cock into her mouth and sucked it into hardness within a few seconds. Just as I was getting into it, she pulled back, got up and laughed.
I grabbed her ass as she moved away from the bed and called her a tease. She came back and said seriously, “No baby, I’ll never do that, I want to give you everything you need.” She bent down and kissed me softly. I couldn’t resist the temptation to slide my hand into her robe and fondle her hanging breasts. She touched my dick and it was stiff enough to spring. She said, “Oh sweetheart, you’re so hard for your mama; did you always want me this way?”
I said, “Ever since I can remember; the first time I came, I was thinking of you.”
“My sweet boy,” she said, “It’s astonishing you were thinking of me then…it’s beautiful, and it makes me feel good.”
I said, “Then come make me feel good.”
She said, “Yes love.” She took off the robe and exposed her nakedness that glowed in the morning light. She straddled over me and took my cock in hand. She said, “Tell me what you want; is this how you want me?”
I wanted her any way and every way. I said, “This is great Aunt Saranya.”
She put me in her and leaned over to kiss me. Slowly she lowered herself until the length of my shaft disappeared inside of her. She stopped the kiss to let out a sigh of relief. “Oh that feels so good Srikanth.”
I said, “That’s because Srikanth loves Roja.” I could tell how much she liked that by the way her body moved and the sounds she made after I said it. She rose and fell on my cock and I knew it would be a quickie for me. I put my thumb on the place where we were joined and slickened the pad with her juices. I placed it on her clit and rubbed it in a circle as she impaled herself again and again. She got louder as she moved faster and I took her tit with my other hand, and pressed her nipple between my fingers. I don’t know who started coming first, but we were exhaling our finish at about the same time.
We laughed and kissed and she said, “I guess you’re right; there’s always time for a quickie.” This was one of those times when sex is energizing rather than exhausting. I felt like I was almost ready to go again but Aunt Saranya was already on the way to the bathroom.
We had brunch with sangria, and I was feeling pretty good by the time I got to Prabhu’s house. The game was about to start and I asked Prabhu about Aunt Laila; I wanted to see her. He said she was in her room and I went and knocked on the door. When I went in, she was making herself up wearing Jeans and a sweatshirt. She smiled at me and said, “It looked like you and your Aunt Saranya were doing okay when I left you last night.”
I said, “Thanks Aunt Laila, you made the difference. It’s great…and thanks…love ya.”
She got up and kissed my cheek and said, “I’m so glad Srikanth; I hope Roja can be happy. It’s been tough for her Srikanth, it’s not all on the surface with her.”
I said, “I think she’s okay.” I told her some things without going into detail and I told her how Aunt Saranya wanted us to see other people.
She said, “Prabhu and I feel that way too; this isn’t the time for you guys to settle down with one girl…” she raised an eyebrow and laughed, “or mature woman.” I thanked her again and went to watch the game.
It was getting dark when it was over and we went to the kitchen for another beer. I got a drink, and an eye-opener. I was about to leave when Prabhu said, “Are you ready for some fun?”
I said, “Like what?”
He said, “Well, Aunt Saranya always wanted to try something different.” As if on cue my Aunt Laila came into the kitchen. She was no longer wearing the jeans and sweatshirt she had on before. Actually she was hardly wearing anything. Her bra and panties were sheer and cutout. The black matched the stockings and pumps.
Laila said, “I guess this makes the point.” I’d had plenty of opportunities to fantasize about my Aunt Laila when I was young, both for herself and as a substitute for my Aunt Saranya, but I was still stunned by what had happened to me in the last twenty-four hours. After the initial shock wore off, and fueled by the sangria and beer, I was on her almost as fast as Prabhu.
We were kissing her and touching her and fingering her and she was laughing. It was bizarre. I had my finger in my aunt’s pussy and I thought I would probably wake up any minute. She took us by the hand and we went to the den. I’d never been in the den, because I was told it was Laila’s office. It was always locked. She reached over the sill and used the key while giving me a wink.
Office my ass; are you kidding me? There was a big bed, and every fucking thing to fuck with that you could think of. Everywhere you looked, cuffs and crops, leather this, and leather that. Prabhu said, “We have a good time in here bro.” I could imagine, but as it worked out, I didn’t get to sample the equipment that day.
I found myself on the bed with my aunt’s mouth attached to my cock. She was sucking as if she was possessed. Actually she was; possessed by her son Prabhu, who stood behind her. As she mouthed and licked me, he was giving it to her. I couldn’t tell exactly where he was giving it to her until she stopped sucking me long enough to say “Fuck my pussy Prabhu, fuck my pussy.”
I flashed back to the night before with Aunt Saranya and I couldn’t imagine her using those words. And I certainly couldn’t imagine her blowing Prabhu while I fucked her. It felt like Aunt Saranya and I were doing more than fucking, and even as a horny kid, I still liked the idea that my Aunt Saranya and I had made love too.
That detour only lasted a second as my aunt worked me with experienced hands, lips, and tongue. It wasn’t long before I felt my whole body stiffening in anticipation of coming. She made me feel it each time she slowly drew me in and out of her mouth. She used her teeth to excite me, and her tongue to soothe me. I didn’t tell her I was about to climax – she told me. She said, “Now you’re going to come in auntie’s mouth.” Two strokes and sucks and I erupted into the warm opening. I thought I would choke her with all the cum. I didn’t; she knew what she was doing. Cords of cum shot into her mouth, but Laila didn’t stop sucking until I was a basket case of exhausted flesh.
I expected her to stop after I was finished, but she kept on sucking me, and Prabhu kept on fucking her. It didn’t take long before I was getting excited again. She was moving feverishly as her son was stroking her pussy. I might have come again if she didn’t stop. She stopped to come. It was a loud crescendo of a come. It ended up as an almost hysterical laugh of a come. There was no doubt that my Aunt Laila had come.
When she caught her breath she was ready to go again in a matter of minutes. She said to me, “Do you want to fuck your Aunt Laila?”
The drinks were wearing off, but not enough for me not to say, “Oh yeah.”
I couldn’t believe that my cousin had stayed that long inside his Aunt Saranya and not shot off. He told me later that he could go forever and that he liked to come in her mouth. I understood why.
We switched positions and she was wet and waiting. I had to admit that from that vantage point, my aunt had a great ass. I watched her take my cousin into her mouth and I filled her pussy with my cock. I was somewhat bigger than Prabhu and her moans told that story. She was wet enough for me to sink all the way in until I was up against the full globes of her ass. As I went in, I must have reached her limit because she let out a long sigh.
Look, being inside a good-looking woman’s pussy is going to feel good. Add the excitement that it’s an aunt you’ve fantasized over and it’s going to be even better. It still wasn’t as good as being inside my Aunt Saranya’s pussy. I thought again about the night before and how each stroke felt. I thought about the love I felt as my Aunt Saranya called my name and told me how good it was to have me inside her pussy. As I fucked my aunt, a voice in my head was saying, “Aunt Saranya…Aunt Saranya…Aunt Saranya…”
I went back to stroking Laila and after a few minutes, she opened her mouth and said, “Ohhhh…two good boys.” Prabhu held her under her chin and began face fucking her. She made some gagging noises but she kept going. He was getting just about all of his cock down her throat. I pounded away and it seemed as if she was enjoying it that way. I was feeling less instead of more.
Prabhu was evidently building to the crest as he speeded up and said, “Take it Aunt Saranya, take it…take it…you whore…you bitch…” I was stunned for a Aunt Saranyaent, but I realized that it was part of their play. I just kept fucking her.
Prabhu yelled and started to come and when he did, Laila pulled back and stroked his shaft with her hand, keeping the head still in her mouth. My focus kept switching from her sucking to my fucking, until she pushed back and forth hard against my cock. I felt myself about to get off. I said, “Laila, I’m coming…”
She said, “Yes…yes baby come…fuck me…fuck me…”
I went as fast and as hard as I could and she practically screamed, “I’M COMING…” She came for a long time.
When it was over, I felt dehydrated, exhausted, and coming down. The booze had worn off and I didn’t feel as good as I should have. I’d had fun, but thinking about my Aunt Saranya made me uncomfortable. I left after making the proper noises about how great it all was.
The two-block walk further sobered me and when I got home, Aunt Saranya was all smiles. She said, “I’m glad you’re home sweetie, Aunt Saranyama’s been getting ready for you.” She was wearing a bustier and a negligee. She held out her manicured nails and toes, and flashed me her trimmed pussy.
She rolled the edge of the bustier down to expose her pinkish nipples. I couldn’t tell if she had rouged them, or if they were engorged from excitement. It was a beautiful sight, but I hadn’t recovered from coming twice just a short while ago. And boy was I dumb about it. I was turned on, but I felt I’d do better with a few more minutes to recoup. I said, “You look great Aunt Saranya…but could we wait a bit?”
She hesitated. Then she said, “Sure…but is something wrong?”
I said, “No Aunt Saranya, just a few too many beers.” She came toward me and stopped. She furrowed her brow for a Aunt Saranyaent, and wrinkled her nose. I knew she could smell the sex on me.”
I thought I felt the booze again. I said, “Aunt Saranya…”
She said, “You had sex?”
I said, “You said we should…”
She was gone. “YOU HAD SEX WITH LAILA?” her voice went down to a whisper. “You fucking bastard, of all people, it had to be Laila…my whole fucking life…Laila”
I tried to make her understand. I said, “It just happened. I didn’t think it was a big deal. You said…it didn’t mean anything…”
She was really quiet now and the tears were forming. I could hardly hear her say, “Just like every other guy…just want to get laid…”
I went to her and before I could say anything, for the first time in her life, she slapped me across the face. She walked away. It sounds like a bad movie scene to tell it, but it was a horrible Aunt Saranyaent for me. I went ice cold.
I gave her a little time and went to her room. She wouldn’t let me in. The only thing she would say was, “Go away.” This went on for hours.
I called Laila and told her what had happened. She said she’d come over. I said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, she’s as pissed at you as she is at me.”
Laila said, “I’ve been here before honey, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
I had my doubts, but when Laila knocked on Aunt Saranya’s door, she let her in. I listened. Laila was speaking softly and Aunt Saranya was crying. Laila said, “Sweetheart, you can’t keep setting us up like this, it only hurts you, and it’s not fair to Srikanth. Don’t you want him Roja?”
“Yes, of course. I didn’t know how much until tonight. I really didn’t want him to be with anybody else, but it’s not fair to him…did it have to be you Laila?”
“You know that’s not the problem,” Laila said. “It’s time we talked about it and you come to grips with it. You need us…just like I need us, don’t you baby?”
“I keep trying to tell myself that I don’t…but I do.”
Laila said, “And that’s okay baby, but you don’t have to do it this way. You don’t have to create a crisis or ruin a relationship that has a chance of working to have me. I’m here, and I’m always going to be here for you.” It went quiet. The door opened a little. I saw that it was my aunt who had opened it for me to see. They were kissing. I closed the light where I stood and watched them touch each other. Laila said, “You have to let him know you…okay?”
Aunt Saranya said, “Yes,” and Laila motioned me into the room. Aunt Saranya didn’t look at me and Laila went back to kissing her. I watched the two sisters undress each other in practiced ritual. Two beautiful bodies writhed as one flesh until they found each other’s center. Their curves were accentuated as they formed the sixty-nine position of love. They licked and sucked. My Aunt Saranya gratifying my aunt’s pussy as her sister ate hers.
Without words, their subtle signals brought them to higher excitement levels at the same time. It was a musical dance as their moans and movements were a response to the probing tongues and mouths. Their breathing increased with the pace as the volume amplified. When Aunt Saranya cried out, Laila said, “YES,” and they went hard at each other until they were both groaning into each other’s pussy. They climaxed as one.
What now? It was a powerful sight to experience, but despite it’s beauty, the thought that kept going through my mind was, ‘Where does this leave me?’
Aunt Saranya reached her hand out to me. I took it and she said, “Can you still love me baby?”
I said, “Of course Aunt Saranya.”
She said, “I need you both.”
Laila said, “We’re both here.” She also took my hand and urged me down on the bed. Laila began sucking on one of Aunt Saranya’s breasts and I did the same. Aunt Saranya was smiling and touching both of us wherever she could reach. I moved down and began eating my Aunt Saranya’s pussy. I was excited to do it. I wanted to show her how much I loved her. She tasted so good to me. I managed to get my clothes off and continue to minister to my Aunt Saranya at the same time.
I took her clit between my lips and she said, “Oh yes baby, that’s good, that makes Aunt Saranyama feel so good.” Laila came behind me and I felt her bush on my ass. She was masturbating herself on me and rubbing her tits on my back. I tried to concentrate on my Aunt Saranya and not get distracted. I rounded my Aunt Saranya’s nub with my tongue and the reaction was immediate. I could feel her rising towards climax by her moans and sudden tensing.
I didn’t get to make her come at that Aunt Saranyaent because Laila urged me off Aunt Saranya onto my back. They both came for my cock. Four lips moved on my shaft between their kisses. When Aunt Saranya took the head into her mouth, Aunt Laila licked my sack and sucked on my balls. At that Aunt Saranyaent, I wanted to come in my Aunt Saranya’s mouth. They had other ideas. Aunt Saranya turned onto her hands and knees and said, “Be in my pussy, baby.”
I took my Aunt Saranya as I had taken my aunt not long before and I felt the difference. My Aunt Saranya’s pussy was a perfect fit for me. It held me and massaged me as if it were made for me. I leaned over to her ear and told her. I turned Aunt Saranya over and began kissing her. We couldn’t stop kissing as I entered her. She wrapped her legs around me and kept saying, “I love you baby, I love you baby.”
Laila got up, and as she took her clothes in hand, she said with a smile, “You two were made for each other.” I guess she had heard me. She kissed my back and Aunt Saranya’s leg and said, “Have fun, babies.”
I wasn’t sorry to be alone with Aunt Saranya. I was where I wanted to be, inside my Aunt Saranya’s pussy. My strokes into her were firm and controlled. And with an easy rhythm I was in the best of all possible places feeling the best of all possible things. I was home free.
Did you ever have a thought like that? Maybe something like ‘Now I’ve got it,’ ‘Now I’m there,’ or ‘Now I’ll be happy?’ Take it from me; it’s an insane thought. Don’t pay any attention to it. The lightening bolt is on its way.
And it was, only I didn’t know it. Aunt Saranya unclasped her legs and pushed herself up. She said, “I want you to hold me.” I wasn’t sure what she meant but she maneuvered us into a position where she sat on my cock and we could have our arms around each other. She rocked gently and said, “Oh Srikanth, I want you so much, I want to love you, and I want you love me.”
I said, “I do baby, I do.” It was the first time I’d called my Aunt Saranya ‘Baby.’ I liked it and I held her and told her she was my girl.
She gave a little laugh and said I was her boy and then she said, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could just be for each other?” Well, a few minutes before she had said that she wanted Aunt Laila and me. I didn’t think it was the time to point out the contradiction since she was moving on my cock and getting us both closer to coming.
So I just said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, it sounds great, I love you.”
“And I love you baby, so much.” She said it as we began a kiss that would last until we both came. The thought occurred to me that, although sex was fun with Laila, I didn’t need it the way I needed it with my Aunt Saranya. With arms encircled we rocked. Since she was sitting on me, she had more control. She moved in different directions and sometimes raised and lowered herself on my shaft. Her tits felt good pressing into my chest and I let one of my hands roam over the bulging flesh and down to her ass as it moved on my thighs and cock.
As she moved on me she said, “I want to be all you need baby; I want to be everything to you.” Her tone was emotional because she was getting closer to orgasm.
I said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, I only need you, only you, you’re the best for me.’
“Yes, tell me love,” she said.
I said, “Even when I was inside Aunt Laila, I was thinking about you, about how much better it felt to be in your pussy.”
“Is that true baby?” She wanted to hear me say it again, so I did.
“Yes it’s true. Just looking at you gets me so excited. Seeing you with your legs open for me is the most beautiful thing I ever saw. But being inside you feels better than I could have imagined. You’re the best for me Aunt Saranya.”
“Oh Srikanth, yes, and you for me, you were made for me, you fit inside me so good, you make me come so good, so good…” By then she was bouncing and squirming on me so excitedly I knew it wouldn’t be long for me. Happily, it wasn’t for her either. She dug her nails into my back and said, “Fill me sweetheart, fill Aunt Saranyama with your sweet sperm, your sweet cum, fill me up…Srikanth I’m coming, I’m coming.”
She grabbed me and hugged tight while at the same time she moved up and down on my shaft as we both came. I did fill her and my cream was all over both of us when we finished.
During the next few days, Aunt Saranya was talking all the time, about us, about everything. She seemed in a hyper state and I noticed her wincing and holding her head. When I asked about it, she said she was fine, but finally admitted to having some headaches. This is normal for most people, but Aunt Saranya gets so few headaches she probably has no idea where we keep the aspirin. We made love every night and I noticed she seemed worse when we finished. Finally after a few weeks without any let-up in her discomfort, I persuaded her to see a doctor.
First came the unease. We fed each other’s anxiety when this test showed it might be this, that test showed it may be that, and the other one was inconclusive. Then came the thunderbolt. After a CT scan, they said she probably had a small leak in a vessel, but that it would absorb back in, and the headaches should disappear. The scary part was that she could be susceptible and that it might occur again. When? Nobody knows.
Within a few days the headaches went away and after a quiet dinner Aunt Saranya said, “Baby, I miss you, come to my bed.”
I said, “I’m worried about you Aunt Saranya, what if…?”
She said, “Listen to me honey, I’ve been thinking about this for days. The doctor said that I could have sex. We’ve both gotten in a state, and I realize this is no way to live. I’m not going to let this ruin my life, your life…our life. I’m no different from anybody out there; none of us know what happens tomorrow. But I know one thing. I have you, and you have me, today. And I know now that all I want is you, just us together. Am I enough for you baby?
I said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, of course you are.” We kissed and I began touching her and drawing her in to press against my growing hard-on. She pulled back to talk some more.
She said, “I’ve relied on Laila whenever I needed emotional support, but I know you’re here for me baby. You’re the only one I need to make love with. I believe in us sweetheart. This is our chance. Will you be with me this way baby?”
I said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, it’s what I want too; I only need you.”
“Then come to my bed sweetheart,” she said, “…come to our bed.”
We went to her room, she kissed me and said, “Honey, the world is a crazy place with all the terrible things going on, so let’s do a crazy good thing, be my love and I’ll be yours…marry me tonight.” She looked at my confusion and said, “I mean that we promise each other, to each other…for as long as we can do it…if you want to baby.”
“Yes Aunt Saranya, I want to, I want us to be together like that, just us.”
“And nobody else will touch me,” she said. “I promise you that baby; I’m for you, I give myself to you.”
I held her in my arms and she melted into me. We kissed and it was different. The strength of her love was something I could touch as my hands began to roam over her breasts. I said, “Aunt Saranya, I love to touch you.”
She said, “Yes baby, that’s what I want.” I exposed her breasts and leaned down to suck on my Aunt Saranya’s nipples. I teased the rubbery tips between my teeth as I pressed the flesh with my fingers. Aunt Saranya moaned.
I kissed my way up between her warm breasts to her neck and face and ears and told her, “Aunt Saranya, I want you so bad, nobody could do what you do for me. I want to be in your mouth and your pussy, only your mouth and your pussy.”
She said, “Yes darling they’re for you, only for you; my mouth, my pussy, my body is all for you, Aunt Saranyama’s heart is all for you, whatever you want baby, just love me, only me, only me.”
I said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, only you, you’re mine.” I knew my Aunt Saranya saying that she would do whatever I wanted her to do, was true. And I also knew that we would do all of those things that would bring each other pleasure no matter what the outside world thought of us.
All that was for later, that night was our true beginning. Aunt Saranya was struggling to get her clothes off as I held her, so I helped her remove everything. Of course I’d seen her naked before, but seeing your Aunt Saranya wet and waiting for you to fuck her is an amazing sight for a son to see, something I never get tired of.
Aunt Saranya sat on the bed and I finished undressing. I was fully erect when I approached her. She put two hands on my cock and said, “My beautiful boy.” She took the head into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue massaged the swollen knob, and after a few minutes of exquisite teasing, she began moving her lips along the shaft. I reflexively moved my hips to push more of my cock into her mouth.
It was a slow rhythm at first and she stopped to lick along the shaft and on my sack. She said, “I love you…I love your cock.” I didn’t think I could get any harder. My dick was usually ramrod straight, but as my Aunt Saranya sucked me, it seemed to curve slightly upward, straining to get back into her mouth where her tongue did its work.
Since we’d been making love, I had never come in my Aunt Saranya’s mouth. I wasn’t sure if she would want me to; I had never said anything, but I always thought about it. She was working me with her hands and mouth faster and I knew I would have to come soon. As if she was reading my mind, Aunt Saranya said, “I want you to come in my mouth baby.”
All I could manage was, “Oh Aunt Saranya…” She took my balls in her hand and gently massaged them as she sucked. I reached and took her two tits in my hands as her movement along my shaft became more frenetic. As a boy, I had imagined, I had fantasized, but I wasn’t prepared for the explosive force and feeling of firing off my cum into my Aunt Saranya’s loving mouth. I didn’t know what I was saying as each release filled her mouth with more of my sperm.
When I finally felt the intensity ease, I heard her moaning as she continued to suck me. It’s a difficult Aunt Saranyaent to describe because sometimes there really are no words. I felt it everywhere I could feel it. I knew I would want to feel it again, and I knew that only my Aunt Saranya could make me feel it again. With the last drops drawn between her lips and onto her tongue, I almost collapsed on her as we fell back onto the bed. All I said was “Wow…wow…wow…” Aunt Saranya laughed happily.
We stayed in each other’s arms for a quiet Aunt Saranyaent and I began running my hand along her skin. I pulled back and used my palm and fingers to touch every part of her. Her nipples were erect and her pussy had tiny droplets of moisture even on the hairs of her trimmed bush. Aunt Saranya smiled with her eyes closed as my fingers found their way between her soft vaginal lips. My fingertip was slick with her juice as I spread her hood and exposed her clit to my touch. She whimpered as I circled and pressed the nub of flesh that was so sensitive.
She lifted her knees but kept her legs spread. My Aunt Saranya is beautiful between her legs. When her legs are up and opened, she’s all creamy, and soft with pink, where her excited pussy gets engorged. She looked better there than any eighteen-year-old I’d seen. She was always cleanly trimmed and I wanted to taste the moisture that was building on her lips.
I took my tongue to her and she grabbed my hair as I teased around her pussy and finally landed on the button. Her “Mmmm…” was somewhere between a moan and a cry. I was stiffened and wanting to do everything to her.
I said, “I love you Aunt Saranya.”
She stroked my hair and said, “Yes darling, yes, and Aunt Saranyama loves you, forever.”
I urged her onto her stomach and stroked her creamy skin. When my hand caressed between her legs, she raised her ass and the desire to be inside her overwhelmed me. I went behind her and entered her pussy. She raised herself higher and I went in deeper. All of me filled all of her until I was up against the soft globes of her ass. She pushed back and moaned as she was completely stretched and opened by my stiff rod. I stroked her and we both climbed. She said, “Oh Srikanth, oh Srikanth…” in a way that had signaled her orgasms in the past.
There’s a time for fucking and a time for lovemaking, and we would use many different positions later on, but at that Aunt Saranyaent, I wanted her in the simplest and most loving way. I came out of her and turned her onto her back. She opened herself for me and beckoned me into her arms. I wanted to love her watching her face and kissing her. She took me and guided the cock she had made so hard into her waiting flesh. I was inside my Aunt Saranya, and she was inside me.
It was more than a man and a woman making love, and it was more than a husband and wife making love. It was even more than a Aunt Saranya and her son making love. It was all of them at once. I was the lover who was joined with his mate. I was the husband who could give his wife a child. I was the son who could pleasure his Aunt Saranya.
Aunt Saranya said, “I’m so proud of you love, so proud you’re my son, and I’m so happy we can love each other like this…it’s so beautiful.”
I said, “Yes Aunt Saranya, you’re so beautiful.” She made noises and I could no longer make out what she was saying. We climbed with each stroke I pushed into my Aunt Saranya’s belly, and we climbed again with each raising of her hips to take me deeper. We got lost in each other. I wasn’t thinking about when we would come as we instinctively took each other to the precipice. It was at the same time that I told her I was coming that she said, “Yes darling…yes…make Aunt Saranyamy come…”
I drove my shaft into my Aunt Saranya’s pussy with firm long strokes that released a hard cord of cum with each entry. The juices of our love filled her to overflowing as I pushed in and she writhed in the pleasure she was taking from her son. She said, “I love you,” more times than I could keep with. She laughed with the release of her final spasms and kissed me long and hard in a way that told me that we would be making love again soon, and I knew that I wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow, because we had today. We all have today.