My mother has three brothers -- all of them way older than her. This story involves their wives (my aunts) and me, one summer when I went up to their lakeside lodge. In Urdu, we call a maternal uncle (the brother of one's mother) a mamu (maternal uncle). The wife of a mamu is called mamani (or maternal aunt-in-law). Therefore this story is the story of my beautiful mamanis and me.
We are an Urdu speaking family, originally from Lucknow in India, but settled in Kolkata (formerly known as Calcutta) for a long time. My father is a government employee and my mother works in a big corporation as a secretary. Ours isn't a very rich family, somewhat middle class, but my mamus are all extremely well off. My mother's brothers together runs a business making and exporting traditional Indian garments such as sari and kurta. The older two brothers are actively involved in the business, while the younger one is a doctor with his own practice, but also has shares in the business as a silent partner. All three uncles were have done quite well for themselves, especially the youngest one, being a doctor AND having a share of the thriving garments business.
As a nephew, I was very close to all of my aunts ever since I was a kid. My uncles always encouraged us to visit them, and we always did. As I grew up, those visits became less and less as we moved to Delhi and it wasn't cheap to go by air to Calcutta. Still, whenever the occasion presented itself, I loved to visit my aunts, especially since they always gave me expensive gifts. Let me describe my mamanis.
The oldest aunt (the wife of my mother's oldest brother) is Shaheen mamani. I call her barey mamani (which literally translates to Big Aunty). Now, Shaheen is really a big lady, almost six feet tall. If you know Indians, that's taller than most Indian men, let alone women. Her height meant she is also heavy without being fat. She has a big build and frame, and coincidentally is even taller than her husband -- my mamu. She would definitely have made a great volleyball player!
Shaheen works in my chotey mamu's hospital -- the hospital that belonged to my youngest uncle -- in Kolkata as a nurse. She didn't really need to work, of course, but she had been trained as a nurse, and she loved being a nurse. My mamu never stopped her from working after marriage, much to my grandmother's chagrin.
As the oldest bahu (daughter-in-law) of the house, Shaheen always dressed conservatively. I always saw her in a salwar kameez, and never in Western attire, and outside the house she wears a hijab, the Muslim head covering. Now even though she wears a dupatta and a hijab, for some strange reason she wears her clothes a little tight. I guess being a big lady, she has trouble getting clothes her size in India -- somewhat ironic since her husband has a clothing business!
My barey mamani is one of those ladies who has a really big butt, so her big bum always used to protrude out a lot. This was one reason why she never took the public transit in the big cities in India, as guys would somehow find a reason to rest their hand on her bum or accidentally brush against her, or pinch her surreptitiously. She once told me of the time she had been stuck in Mumbai and HAD to take a bus. That 18 minute ride to her hotel, she had confessed, had been the longest 18 minutes of her life, as men continuously groped her, pinched, her, placed a finger in her anus and even smacked her bum on the crowded and busy bus.
Shaheen also never wore a long kameez, so her top would ride up her big behind, leaving the salwar showing. With her tight bottoms, if she walked in front of you, you could make out the shape of her buttocks which would jiggle as she walked. She was always conscious of it and tried to straighten up and walk, but invariably her clothes would cling to her body, making the outline of her big butt cheeks apparent. Oh, how many men had cast an eye at Shaheen as she walked past them, her buttocks sashaying and swaying! And how many times had I just wanted to grab and grope that bum as she walked past me, and had to control my desires to do so!
When I visited barey mamani two years ago, I used to love sitting in the kitchen with her. Shaheen probably thought I was a nice young nephew giving her company, but I loved to watch her move about in the kitchen. Her big boobs would bounce about, but what made me really sit there was when she had to work with her back to me. As she would chop up the vegetables and talk family gossip, her butts would continuously wriggle. I would watch as one butt cheek pushed out against the fabric of her bottoms, while the other butt cheek would go up, and then come down while the other one now went up. The fact that she was my mamani, and there I was having dirty thoughts about her, and she was oblivious to it, only made it hotter.
Shaheen has a nice, long face, clear skin, light brown complexion and didn't usually wear much makeup. Whenever I kissed her, I of course placed a platonic kiss on each of her soft cheeks, but I always wondered how it would be to press my lips against her pouty lips.
I used to touch and kiss my aunts often. I had done it as a kid, and when I grew older, I never stopped from doing it. Of course, now kissing my aunts would give me a secret thrill. I sometimes wondered if they were aware of that, and tolerated it secretly, or they were oblivious to that fact. That when I hugged them, with my arms going around their waist, that I loved doing it for not so innocent reasons.
Shaheen is also very bossy. As the wife of the oldest brother, she is the elder Bhabhi to everyone in the family and she took her role seriously. Even her husband, my barey mamu, is somewhat afraid of her and blindly obeys her. It is clear that she wears the pants in the marriage. My other mamanis also always defer to her.
Shaheen is also quite conservative and orthodox in her religious dogma. I would sometimes sit and watch movies with her, cuddling with her, but she would always have the remote in her hand. Sometimes, when watching an English movie, there would be a kissing scene, or if it was a Hindi movie there would be a raunchy song, Shaheen would fast forward through those. If I would protest, she would playfully shush me and say I shouldn't watch those things. Of course I sometimes noticed some contradictions in her as well. If she was by herself, she loved to watch the same raunchy Bollywood songs. I had often heard her tell naughty jokes to my other aunts, or pass bawdy remarks when she was with her girlfriends and a good looking guy would cross the street, or come on the television. Sometimes she did that even if I was present.
Now about my second aunt.
Taiba mamani is the wife of my mom's second brother. I call her majhle mamani (literally Middle Aunty) or sometimes simply Taiba mamani. Here I have to say I am quite close to her, and sometimes I would call her "Taib" or "Taibee" and she would giggle and laugh.
Now Taiba is your typical middle aged Indian lady. It is easy to imagine that she must have been a stunner when she was young. Fair skinned (she could almost pass off as a white person), sharp features, stunning jet black hair. But then, she had married early, and then let herself go. She is still fair skinned, but now she is quite chubby, with lots of meat around the middle. Even though she has big boobs and buttocks that jiggle all the time, it is mostly fat.
Now I should clarify that Taiba isn't obscenely obese. She is just ... plump. Chubby and lots of meat to grab on to, if you know what I mean. And when I say she has big boobs -- her boobs were monstrously huge. Pendulous, bubbly, and ever ready to burst out of her blouse at any time. Many a times I have seen Shaheen sometimes pull Taiba to one side and whisper something to her, and then Taiba would fix her blouse or arrange her dupatta because her ample cleavage had been showing. Sometimes my other aunts would joke with Taiba about her breasts, calling her "doodhwaali" (milk woman).
I have to clarify that in no way did her plumpness reduce her desirability in my eyes. It just goes to show that every beautiful lady is fuckable, even if they had put on some weight. I could easily imagine myself humping Taiba mamani, her giant fat boobs bouncing around wildly, her belly jiggling as I would grab her love handles and plough into her, my bottom smacking against her big fat thighs. Then I would turn her over and spank those big fat butts, watching her fatty behind quiver and go red as I spanked her hard, and she would purr in ecstasy.
For some reason in my fantasies, in addition to fucking her, I would also always spank Taiba mamani, and spank her hard, until her creamy white butt was crimson red. I would then bury my nose in those butts, licking her all over, before turning her and kissing those plump cheeks on her smiling face. Oh, Taiba mamani was the woman in quite a lot of my wet dreams. Especially after she switched to wearing saris.
You see, recently Taiba mamani had started to wear saris rather than salwar kameez. It was easier for a fat -- sorry, chubby -- lady to wear saris then try to fit into a salwar kameez. She dressed modestly though, making sure the pallu always wrapped around her navel and waist so nothing of that showed, and outside she wore either a hijab, or made the anchal of her sari into a head covering. But that was when she was outside.
In front of me, though, she was not as careful, often leaving her navel and her big waist and tummy exposed. I watch the love handles of her skin and her belly button wobble. Whenever I would hug her I would ensure I placed my hands on her bare skin and gave her a little squeeze. Sometimes when I would hug her, I would place my hands on her bum instead of her waist. She never minded, and as I said, I was quite close to her. Sometimes, when I would visit her at her place, and we were alone, she would make me sit on her lap and feed me with her own hands.
The fact that Taiba wore a sari was also hated by my grand mother, my naani, Taiba's mother-in-law, but it was mostly due to what I call the Nadia affect.
Nadia is my chotey mamani (Young Aunty). Nadia was different from my other mamanis. For one, she was Bengali. My youngest uncle, the doctor, had fallen in love with someone who worked in his own clinic. Nadia was a licensed massage therapist and physio in his clinic.
In addition to being Bengali, Nadia is also twenty years younger than my uncle, and quite outgoing, liberal and modern in her thinking and attire. Against the vehement wishes of my mother's family (especially my grandmother) he had married her. You would think that being a divorced man meant my uncle was now experienced enough to marry whom he wanted a second time, but no -- this is India where the matriarch of the family always wants to interfere.
This was four years ago -- most of the family had since grudgingly accepted Nadia, but she was always treated differently than my other mamanis. However, both Shaheen and Taiba are very fond of her. They treat her like a young sister and Nadia too is very fond of them. It also helped that Shaheen and Nadia were co-workers, since both of them worked for Nadia's husband's (my chotey mamu's) hospital.
The "Nadia affect" was on my grandmother, the mother-in-law of my mamanis. Anything Nadia did, that the others copied, or anything Bengali, was automatically hated and criticized by my grandma.
Nadia works out religiously and has a very slim and athletic figure. So my naani always disparaged exercise, saying if you eat Indian food you don't need it. Nadia is of average height, but she wears expensive chiffon saris of very thin material that clings seductively to her body, so my naani criticized her taste in clothes, saying a married woman should never wear good looking saris outside. Nadia hardly ate the traditional oily Indian foods, sticking to small portion sizes and leafy greens, and so was rebuked for it by my naani as importing "foreign values".
When she wore her sari, Nadia would always leave her navel and tummy exposed, much to my naani's chagrin. Wherever Nadia would go, men would stare and lust after her. Her husband -- my mamu -- didn't seem to mind. In fact, he loved showing her off. He always took her to expensive restaurants, to all the boring doctor's conferences and to expensive foreign resorts. Even though beside her, he really looked like her father. It wouldn't be incorrect to see she was not only the youngest but the sexiest of my aunts. She should really have been in Bollywood.
As I had said, growing up for a long time as the only young nephew while all the other kids were much older, I was quite close to all of my aunts. I used to hug and kiss them whenever I met them, joke with them and engage in playful banter and light flirting with them. My aunts too loved me unabashedly and enjoyed having me around. Shaheen had been married for a long time. She had four daughters older than me, but no son, so she loved me like her own son and always doted on me. Taiba, although married for a long time, had no kids of her own, so she used to lavish love on me more than the others, and never admonished me for my straying hands when hugging her.
My relation with Nadia had a different paradigm, as she was the one most recently married, but also close to me in age. She is merely five years older than me, and whereas the other aunts loved me as a kid, Nadia treated me like a valued friend and confidant. Sometimes we went dancing together at the clubs (I wasn't exactly known for being religious, much to Shaheen mamani's apparent chagrin), or went to movies together.
I of course always took uncle's permission before taking his wife out, and he was only too happy -- he was busy and more over Nadia's tastes in movies and nightclubs was much similar to mine. And I in return was always respectful to Nadia, never crossing any limits, even if we engaged in playful banter and light flirting, and even if she caused me to nurse a painful boner all the time I was with her. Especially when I was dancing with her. She is my aunt, after all.
Even though Nadia sometimes would casually rub her hands across my crotch when we were dancing, and smile at me. I would of course cringe with embarrassment and try to change the topic. Sometimes she would remark offhandedly, "I can see you are enjoying this."
"Chotey Mamani ..." I would croak, while Nadia would grin evilly.
"Don't mamani me!" She would laugh, pressing her lips against my cheeks as we slow danced, or cupping my butt.
I never pursued those lines though. I always treated Nadia as off limits, and as for her flirting, or even seductive flirting, I simply brushed it off, much to her amusement. Sometimes, when we were dancing, she would cup my crotch, feel my obvious hardness, and whisper in my ears, "One day, Nazu ... beta. One day."
My three uncles together owned a lodge in a nice area north of the city, where they sometimes spent relaxing from the bustle of the city. It was about a three hour bus ride from Kolkata, near a village called Tinpur. During the summer, they divided it up so that someone was always there in June, July or August.
I had three months off from college in the summer, so I decided to spend two months at their lodge. I had a difficult second year in college in Delhi. Studies had been particularly hard, and a girl I was seeing had called it off, and moreover I had some issues finding a good internship work for the summer. I also hadn't seen my beautiful mamanis for two years. I decided I would just relax and spend the summer by the lake at my uncles' lodge.
It would also be a surprise to my aunts when they saw me, I realized. The last time I had been somewhat chubby, and not exactly very fit. But in these last two years, I had controlled my diet, worked out religiously and could honestly say I now had a very firm, fit, athletic body.
Shaheen mamani were overjoyed when I called her first and told her of my plans.
"We would love to have you here at our lodge, Nawaz!" Barey mamani gushed when I called her. "I will make all of your favourite foods."
"Thank you barey mamani." I replied. "You are my favourite aunt."
"Oh, you liar!" Shaheen laughed. "I'm sure you tell that to all of your aunts."
Never one to miss an opportunity to flirt with one of my aunts, I replied, "Nah, mamani. Only the most pretty ones!"
"My! My!" Shaheen laughed again. "Besharam! Flirting with your old married aunt, beta! Oh how I have missed you, Nazu! Now I can't wait until you come to the lodge, beta. You are my favourite nephew."
"I am sure you tell that to all of your nephews, barey mamani."
"Nah." Shaheen replied equally playfully. "Only the ones that are handsome studs."
"Now who's flirting?" I asked her. "If I were there right now, barey mamani, I would pinch your big bum for that."
"Chal! Batameez!" My aunt giggled. "I think I still have a mark on my gaand from the last time you pinched me."
I laughed. The last time I had visited her, she and I made a silly bet over something (that I now forgot) but the result was that if she had lost I would pinch her on her butt. She had lost, and when I reminded her of the bet, she playfully turned around and presented her bottom to me, never figuring out that I would actually dare to pinch her. Taiba and Nadia were there as well, and had looked on amused as barey mamani wriggled her butt at me in a dare. As for me, I wasn't one to let go of that opportunity. I had immediately reached out and pinched her, and pinched her hard. She yelped helplessly as my fingers bit into her flesh. Both Taiba and Nadia could not help but burst out laughing at Shaheen's shocked and embarrassed face. She had blushed a bright red, suffering the ignominy of having her ass pinched in front of everyone. Soon though, she joined in the laughter. Now whenever I wanted to playfully admonish her, I would tell her I was the owner of her bum and I would pinch her.
"I am really looking forward to seeing you again, mamani." I told her genuinely. "I have missed you -- and my other mamanis -- in my life once I had started going to university here."
"Well," Shaheen replied, "Hopefully this summer your mamanis can rectify that, darling. And yes beta, this time I will be ready. And I will make sure I never make a bet against you. This time you pinch my bum you will get a tight slap."
"Deal, mamani. As long as you make my favourite foods you can slap me all you like."
"Done, beta. Get ready for lots of slaps."
"I love you, mamani."
"And I love you too, beta. See you soon!"
I put the phone down. I was excited. I was going to see all my mamanis, though not at the same time. At least not at first.
My uncles were not planning to go this early in the summer to the lodge, as business for some reason was very busy. But now that I wanted to go, Shaheen and Taiba would go early and get everything set up, and Nadia would join later. Shaheen and Nadia would work out the schedules and leaves in the hospital (helps when my chotey mamu was the boss and owner). My aunts wanted me to spend the summer with them in the lodge. The three aunts would divide it amongst themselves so that one of them, or more, was always there at the lodge with me. There were perks to being close to your mamanis. As for my uncles, they would join later if their business permitted.
The day when I would go to the lodge, Shaheen would be there. Taiba would also be there, but had to leave on the same day for a few days to visit a relative in Tinpur, but then she would be back. After that, Nadia would join us much later in the summer for some time before my uncles could come.
When I called Nadia later that evening, she was delighted.
"So," She told me, half playfully and half wistfully, "Shaheen bhabhi and Taiba bhabhi will have you to themselves for a month, all alone, before I get there. Don't do anything to them that you won't to me!"
"Haha," I laughed, although I didn't get the joke then. Now I think back to it, it was almost prophetic.
So I would be literally spending a few weeks in a remote lodge, alone with three beautiful ladies, one at a time, and later with all of them. My aunts. My sexy mamanis. I could hardly wait. For some reason, I had a feeling this summer was going to be a different type of holiday. Oh, how right I was!
* * *
It was a bright and early Sunday morning when I got to the lodge. Shaheen opened the door and squealed in delight when she saw me. I threw my arms around my big aunt and embraced her in a tight bear hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed her against me.
"Oh, Nawaz, beta!" She gushed, as I buried my face in her bosom in the hug. "You will crush me to death!"
"Oh, mamani!" I drunk in her smell, my hands firmly wrapped around her waist, and resting just on top of her shapely bottom. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks. She was wearing a dupatta, so I partially kissed the edge of the cloth as well as pressed my lips against her smooth cheeks.
"Nawaz, how you gave grown!" She commented, eyeing me up and down once I let her go. "You are a handsome young man now! And my, you have lost a LOT of weight! You can be a filmy hero now!"
"C'mon, barey mamani." I laughed. "I will always be your little Nazu beta to you."
"Oh that you will be." Shaheen tousled my hair lovingly, and then turned around to go back inside the house. "Let's get you inside."
"Barey Mamani." I pouted. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
My aunt was puzzled. "What, beta?"
"I kissed you twice, once on each cheek." I told her. "So now you have to kiss me three times."
It was a game I played with my aunts when I was little. I would kiss them so many number of times and they would always kiss me one more.
"Oh, really." Shaheen laughed. "Alright, I will play your game, Nazu beta!"
Shaheen wrapped her arms around my waist and drew me close to her. I could smell the fragrance of her perfume as she pressed herself against me. With her boobs dangerously close to my face, I hoped Shaheen didn't feel my hardness poke her in between her legs. She then planted a wet one on my right cheek.
SMOOCH!
For a moment, I was lost in a temporary bliss as her lips pressed hard against my cheek.
"That's your welcome kiss." She said, and then planted another wet kiss on my right cheek.
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'make yourself at home' kiss."
Oh, how I felt every drop of her saliva as her lips brushed my cheek, even if it was only for a second.
Then Shaheen kissed the tip of my nose.
SMOOCH!
"And that's your bonus 'I love you from your favourite aunt' kiss."
"Thank you, mamani. I love you too." I was beaming as she let me go. My aunt turned around, and I followed the contour of her butt as she walked ahead of me. If only she knew what a dirty pervert I was! I so badly wanted to pinch that bum. Again.
"Your Taiba mamani is here." Shaheen told me, as she led me to a guest room. This was the room I always stayed in whenever I was here. "Taiba's in the shower now, so after you freshen up, go say salaam to her."
"Yes, barey mamani." I answered, my eyes on her behind. Her kameez was short and tight, so it climbed up, leaving her salwar visible. The salwar tightly clung to her posterior, and I could see her ass jiggle as she walked. My boner grew harder.
Something in her tone when she mentioned Taiba alerted me. Once she had led me to my room (the guestroom) I placed my suitcase beside the bed and turned to her.
"Barey mamani, is everything OK with Taiba mamani?"
"Well ..." Shaheen hesitated. "I am not sure how much to tell you, beta ..."
"I heard she and mamu had some issues." I cautiously took a guess, fishing for gossip. "I don't know how true that was."
If that was false, my aunt would have sharply retorted with "who the hell told you that", or maybe even give me a playful slap, but she didn't. Instead, Shaheen thoughtfully bit her lip.
"Well, you know how it is in our community." She shrugged. "Married for twelve years, no kids, wife getting older, letting herself go, getting fatter, people talk."
"It is people's job to talk." I told her. "I don't know why Taiba mamani pays attention to these snide comments. She should be happy and so should be mamu, with each other."
"Alas, life is hardly like that." Shaheen sighed. "Especially when snide comments come from one's mother-in-law."
"Oh." I then pointedly stepped closer to Shaheen. I placed an arm around her waist. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. I drew her closer to me.
"Barey Mamani." I gave her a hug. "You know I am not a kid any more. If our family is having some issues, you can tell me. I will try to help. You know I am very close to all of you, my beautiful mamanis."
As I spoke to her, I gave her waist a little squeeze.
For a moment, Shaheen looked she was thinking. Then she broke into a smile.
"Nazu!" She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on each of my cheeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her another tight hug. My hands were on her buttocks. I had to control myself so as not to grope or pinch her. Her rump felt so bubbly and bouncy against my palms.
"Nazu beta." Still wrapped up in my arms, my aunt kissed my forehead. "If anyone can comfort your mamanis, it's you."
"Thank you, barey mamani." Desperately I hoped she didn't feel my aching boner as she remained pressed against me. "I want to help."
"Your mamu -- Taiba's husband -- and her ... they are having some issues." Shaheen told me.
My arms were still wrapped around her, and she tousled my hair. "Maybe ... there's another woman ... although Taiba does not know for sure. Maybe your mamu is also having an affair. But ... you know, Taiba ... she really should also watch her figure ... you know ... but men ... they are dogs ... oh, sorry beta I didn't mean you."
"I know what you mean." I told Shaheen, as she apologized, and then kissed my cheeks again to show she didn't mean me.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
Oh, so many kisses! I loved this aunt!
"I am sure it will all work out though."
I finally had to let go of Shaheen. I didn't want to, I loved the feeling of my arms around her, her bum jiggling against my palms, but any longer and she would start to suspect else something was up. Like my dick.
"Well." Shaheen deliberately forced a smile. "You go ahead and freshen up, and then go cheer your Taiba mamani, ok? And don't forget, I am leaving this key here. This is an extra key to the front door."
"Yes, ma'am." I gave her a mock salute. She laughed, patted my cheek where she had kissed me and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
I took a quick shower, and then put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I purposely chose the shortest pair of shorts I could find. It was just one inch short of being an underwear, really. I grinned to myself. I knew nothing would ever happen with my aunts (or so I thought then!) so this was some naughty behaviour I could indulge in, and my aunts would be oblivious to it! I then went off to Taiba's room.
The door was ajar, but I still knocked and called out. Hearing no reply, I walked in.
There was a sari lying on the bed. I could hear a tap running in the bathroom sink. It was clear that Taiba had still not finished her bath.
Now, as I had said, I was quite close to Taiba, and she was very free with me compared to Shaheen. Barey mamani, as I had mentioned, was quite conservative, so she would keep herself decently attired and prim and proper even when just around me, with only her headscarf not being there. But Taiba was much more relaxed around me. I had seen her in various stages of undress. However, that had been when I was younger. I didn't want her to come out naked into the room thinking no one was there and getting a shock at seeing me.
So I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Mamani, it's me." I told her. "Are you in there?"
To my utter surprise the door opened almost immediately.
"Oh, Nazu, it's you!" Taiba gushed, stepping out.
I looked at my aunt. Her hair was still wet, seductively clinging to her neck and shoulders. She had just put on her petticoat, and was wearing a bra, but her blouse was in her hand. Her bra covered half of her big cleavage, but I could still see ample amounts of her boobs, even as I tried to avert my eyes. And of course her waist, tummy, navel, back was completely bare.
"Oh, mamani." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe I can wait outside."
"Nonsense!" Taiba beamed. She dropped the blouse on the floor and spread her arms. "Oh how much you have grown, beta! And what a handsome man you are now! Come, give your old mamani a hug!"
I didn't need a second invitation. I wrapped my arms around her, making sure to hug her around her bare waist and cup her buttocks in my hands. I hugged her tight, pressing her against me. Her own arms went around my hips and my back.
"Mamani, I have missed you." I kissed her on her pudgy left cheek.
SMOOCH!
I nibbled a little on her fat cheek, before hastily withdrawing. Taiba turned her face expectantly, so now I gave her a sloppy kiss on the right cheek, pressing my lips against her blubbery flesh.
SMOOCH!
"And I have missed you too, beta." She told me, after I had kissed her. Still wrapped in my arms, she gave my bum a squeeze. "And you have grown into a lady killer!"
"Thank you, mamani." I leaned in and sniffed her neck. "Oh, mamani, you smell so nice!"
"Oh look at you!" Taiba laughed. With our arms still wrapped around each other, she slightly spanked me on my bum. "Flirting with your old, fat, ugly mamani!"
"Mamani! You are not fat, or old! And definitely not ugly! Who likes skinny girls anyways!"
I squeezed a bit of her waist as she squealed, and then I continued, "Real men like their women to have some meat on them, mamani! And really, you smell so nice, tell me what perfume is that?"
Taiba gave me a light spank on my rump again, and then blushed and said, "It's a new lavender perfume I tried out. Just because you are coming, you know!"
This time I gave her a little pinch on her bum.
"Now, who's flirting, Taibee?"
Taiba laughed, and then yelped as I pinched her butt again, this time hard.
"Oh, Naz, stop it! Oh my! Now my gaand is going to hurt there."
"No it won't." I gave her fat posterior a final squeeze, and then held them and jiggled them. "There's too much fat here, Taibee."
Taiba grinned. "OK, beta, you had your fun with your old mamani, playing with my peechwade. Now let me go. I am half naked; I need to put on some clothes."
"No, I won't let you go." I told her. I hugged her even tighter, pressing my crotch against her tummy, my hands resting square on her big derriere. "You owe me something, my beautiful half-naked mamani!"
"Something? What, beta?"
SMOOCH!
I leaned in and gave her a kiss, again on her right cheek. This time I purposely extended the kiss, making her cheek very wet.
"Now, mamani, you owe me four kisses."
"Oh." For a minute Taiba was puzzled, but then her eyes grew wide as she realized what I meant. "OH."
The next minute was pure bliss as a half-naked Taiba, wrapped tightly in my arms, pressed her big fat lips against my cheeks, four times, and gave me four wet, sloppy kisses.
SMOOCH!
"That's your welcome to our lodge kiss, Nazu beta."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'I love you beta and I am glad you came to visit your old aunt' kiss."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'please don't pinch my peechwade' kiss."
SMOOCH!
"And that's your 'can you please let go of your naked mamani so she can get dressed' kiss."
I gave her rump one final pinch. Reluctantly, I had to let her go after that.
"OK, beta, now let me wear my blouse so you can finally look at me properly without blushing." Taiba said, bending down to pick up the blouse, and allowing me once again an ample look at her big boobs. She straightened up and glanced at the blouse in dismay.
"Oh no!" She uttered. "This is one of those that buttons up on the back."
Taiba looked at me. "Can you help do me up, beta?"
"Sure, mamani."
I had helped Nadia and Taiba before with their blouses so I knew what to do. Taiba inserted her hands and got into the blouse before turning her back onto me. I looked at her, her bare back all visible, and I had a momentary urge to just undo her bra strap. Fighting that, I buttoned up her blouse so now she was dressed in the blouse and petticoat. Turning around, she picked up the sari from her bed and started to put it on.
"Mamani," I told her. "I have to go to my room for just a minute. I will meet you downstairs for lunch."
"Sure, beta."
I went to my room and closed my door.
"Oh God!" I cried out, taking out my dick. It was hard, and I was panting. I stroked myself for some time, until I felt much calmer. Taiba was the one who was fat, but oh how I wanted to fuck her so badly!
I really wanted to cum desperately, but I knew I couldn't. Not now. I had to go downstairs for lunch. Maybe, after lunch, when I would go to my room to rest, I could do it.
I was really hard, so I sat down on the bed and took out my phone. I watched a few cricket videos and then some funny videos, until all thoughts of my chubby half naked buxom aunt disappeared from my mind. Composing myself and taking some deep breaths, I made my way downstairs.
As I came down for lunch, I walked towards the kitchen, and paused just outside. I overheard both my aunts talking about me. They didn't know I was there because I was just outside the kitchen, hidden by the wall.
"Good to see Nazu hasn't changed much." Taiba was saying.
"Well," Shaheen replied. "He has grown much taller, and much fitter too! He lost a lot of weight. I think he actually has a six pack now!"
"Yes, of course." Taiba was silent for a moment. "But he's still like a little kid in some other ways. Cute, of course."
"I know what you mean." Shaheen laughed. "Do you know, when he greeted me, he still wanted to play that kissing game we used to play."
Taiba joined in her laughter. "And did you play with him?"
Shaheen had a guilty look on her face. "I did, actually. I couldn't stop myself, actually. He is so loveable. And when he makes that pout with his lips ..."
"I know!" Taiba agreed. "He played the same game with me! Good to see a young man still hugging and kissing his old aunts freely. Lot of boys now don't want to be affectionate when they grow up."
"I know." Shaheen agreed. "I love that about our Nazu. He's so sweet."
Then Shaheen poked Taiba in the ribs. "Always good to have a handsome young man tell us old ladies we are pretty eh? And if that young man wants to hug and kiss me ..."
Taiba had a sly grin. "Dear Bhabhi! You! The conservative one! What would our venerable old mother-in-law say to that?"
Both my aunts laughed.
"I think," Shaheen said. "I will send Nazu to visit his naani. She needs some hugs and kisses in her life as well. Maybe her handsome grandson can boost her spirits!"
Both ladies started to laugh.
"Bhabhi." Taiba asked, "Did you get pinched in the bum again?"
Shaheen made a face.
"Oh how I wish I never made that stupid bet!" She said. "But this time I told him if he pinches me, I am going to give him a tight slap. I have some izzat you know! I am not like you, letting my nephew's hands roam all over my body!"
Taiba grinned.
"You should try it, Bhabhi! He can be a real handful! Are you really going to slap him, Bhabhi, if he pinches you? Last time you practically waved your gaand in his face!"
Shaheen paused, and then broke into a smile.
"Oh Taiba! You know me so well. I love Nazu. If he wants to have some fun with his old mamani, then I will ..."
I wanted to hear more, but they were walking out of the kitchen and towards the dining room with some food, so I couldn't just remain standing outside. I drew myself up and headed towards the dining room as well.
It was time for lunch.
-x-X-x-
I walked to the dining table and saw that three of my favourite dishes were laid out there. Chicken biryani, paneer saag (spinach and cheese) and tiger shrimps.
"Oh my mamanis!" I gushed. "This is amazing! Thank you!"
"Well, Shaheen Bhabhi really prepared everything." Taiba told me modestly. "I helped. This is all her doing. She has been the most excited that you are visiting."
Shaheen blushed. "Oh, c'mon. It's not every day our favourite nephew pays us a visit."
I suddenly felt a lot of love for these ladies who were taking time out from their own families to make my visit special. I ran up to Shaheen and embraced her in a bear hug. My hands snaked around her hips and I placed my lips on her cheek.
"Thank you, barey mamani!"
SMOOCH!
"You are the best, barey mamani."
SMOOCH!
"I love you so much, barey mamani."
SMOOCH!
"This is simply amazing, barey mamani."
SMOOCH!
"Ooooh ... thank you, beta." Shaheen's rosy cheeks were blushing a deep red as I kissed her affectionately a few times.
Then I turned to Taiba.
"I haven't forgotten you, Taibee." I told her, wrapping my arms around her bare midriff.
"You better not!" Taiba told me naughtily as I squeezed her waist. My buxom aunt purred as I lovingly pinched and patted her rump, before grudgingly letting go. I so badly wanted to kiss her as well, but it wouldn't be proper in front of my barey mamani.
Shaheen sat down at the head of the table. As I was about to take a seat, Taiba stopped me.
"Go on, go sit by your barey mamani." She told me. I looked at her, and then at Shaheen, in surprise.
Shaheen tapped her knees.
"Come, sit here, beta. It's your first time here in two years. I am going to feed you with my own hands."
"Oh, mamani." It was now my turn to blush. "I am too big for that."
"Nonsense!" Shaheen's tone was firm. "Come here."
"I will surely be too heavy now to sit on your lap, mamani." I pleaded.
"No." Shaheen's tone was gentle, but firm. "Come here."
Before I knew it, Taiba's hand was on my ear.
"Come, Nazu beta." She gave my ear a gentle pull and twist, before letting it go. "Go sit by your barey mamani."
"Yes, mamani." I gave in.
I walked over to where Shaheen was seated, turned myself so that my back was to her. Shaheen placed a hand on my bum to guide me to her lap. Was it my imagination, or did she cop a feel of my left butt cheek? It was just for a moment though, and then I sat down on her lap, on her knees. I had placed myself to her left so that she could feed me with her right hand.
"Are you ok, mamani?" I asked her, my right hand wrapping myself around my aunt's back, my palm resting just above the small of her back.
Shaheen smiled. "It's just like old times, beta."
I leaned in and gave Shaheen another kiss on her cheeks.
SMOOCH!
"Thank you for feeding me, mamani. I missed you all during the last two years. Remember when I used to visit you in Shimla when you were on assignment there and you used to feed me like this every time?"
"Oh I remember, beta. And even then you were embarrassed to sit on my lap!"
"I know, mamani," I leaned in and again kissed my aunt.
SMOOCH!
"You always used to make my favourite dishes even then, barey mamani!"
Shaheen smiled and blew me a kiss, and then nodded to Taiba. Taiba took a plate, and filled it with food, and gave it back to Shaheen. Taiba then herself took a plate, filled it up and sat down beside us, to my left, to eat. My hands remained on Shaheen's back. I badly wanted to stroke her, caress her, or even go down and touch her butt, but I fought and restrained myself.
Shaheen gathered some food with her fingers, and made a small newala (a small ball of rice, chicken and spinach), and then brought it up to my mouth. I opened the mouth, and she fed me the mouthful. I closed my mouth, feeling her fingers against my lips as she withdrew my hands.
She then made another newala, and then fed herself. My aunt and I were thus eating from the same plate.
For the next ten minutes, we talked about mundane stuff as Shaheen alternated between feeding me a mouthful, and then feeding herself. I remained seated on her lap, eating from her hands. Once or twice she would place a finger in my mouth and I would lick that finger clean. My right hand was resting on her back, while my left hand was carefully concealing my crotch, and the bulge I had between my legs.
"The food is delicious, mamani!" I exclaimed. "And what makes it ever tastier is the fact that my beautiful mamani is feeding me herself."
Shaheen smiled.
"Want some seconds, beta?" She asked me, as our plate became empty.
"Yes, of course, mamani."
Suddenly Shaheen's cell phone, which was placed in front of us on the table, started to ring.
"Hmm! I wonder who it could be!" Shaheen muttered as she reached for the phone. "The name isn't showing!"
She answered the phone and spoke a few words, and then with her left hand she patted my bum.
"Beta! Stand up, please!"
I got off my aunt so she could stand up and take the call. She hurried spoke to someone on her cell.
"Beta!" She looked at me after hanging up. "I have to go and take care of some hospital stuff on the laptop upstairs. But please have seconds. It's now Taiba's turn to feed you. So go sit on her lap."
This time I sat down on Taiba's fat thighs, carefully sitting on her lap so she also could feed me with her right hand. My hand went around her bare waist, encircling her and resting on her bare skin. Shaheen went to wash her hands and then went upstairs.
"What? No kiss for me?" Taiba pouted as she took some food into her plate.
"Oh, mamani!" I laughed. "I have spice and curry on my lips! I didn't kiss barey mamani AFTER she stared feeding me, you know!"
"That's OK. I can always wash up after, you know!"
I grinned. "You win, Taibee!"
I wrapped both arms around her bounteous waist, pulled her close to me, and pressed my lips on to her succulent, fleshy, rosy cheeks and gave her a wet, hungry kiss.
SMOOCH!
My hands rested on her waist as she then fed me a newala. It was so tasty. After I finished it, I gave her another hug, and then used one hand to gently rub her cheek, and then gave her another soggy kiss.
SMOOCH!
And so it continued. After every newala, I would give her a hug and a very sloppy kiss. After every two or three mouthfuls, Taiba would let me lick her fingers clean before she started again. By the time the plate was done, I had kissed her a few dozen times and I was sporting a huge bulge between my legs. It was finally a relief when lunch was done, otherwise I was afraid my boner was going to get noticed.
* * *
My uncle, my barey mamu (Shaheen's husband), called after lunch.
"So Nawaz beta!" He boomed. "How are you? When did you get there?"
"I am fine, mamu." I replied. I decided to get a little naughty, and put him on the speakerphone. "I am enjoying spending some time alone with your wife."
Shaheen grinned at me.
"Ha-ha." My uncle laughed. "Better you than me! At least someone is enjoying!"
Shaheen just shook her head. Taiba was stifling a laugh.
"Oh, she's a great lady, your wife." I continued to troll my uncle. "And she fed me with her own hands too!"
"Aw. She loves to take care of you, Nawaz."
Shaheen stood up to stand behind me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She gave me a little peck on the back of my neck.
"You will always be my baby, Nazu." She whispered to me so my uncle couldn't hear, and then kissed my neck again.
"Nawaz." My uncle's voice changed. "Listen, since you are there, I need you to do some work for me. There's this package in the village ..."
The next fifteen minutes was my uncle giving me some chores to do for him in the lodge and in the village of Tinpur. After I hung up, I turned to find Taiba standing next to me.
"Come with me, Nazu." She ordered.
"Um ... yes, mamani."
I was actually planning go to my room and shag to thoughts of Shaheen and her round buttocks, but something in Taiba's voice alerted me. She was looking to have a longer conversation with me. Probably wanted to complain to me about her husband and mother-in-law. I was the only young one in the family that often gave her a sympathetic year and a shoulder to cry on. In return, she often turned a blind eye to my indiscretions and lecherous behaviour.
Shaheen was cleaning up in the kitchen after the meal, so I offered to help her. Shaheen smiled and once again patted me on my butt, and told me to go give Taiba some company. I thus followed Taiba to her room, my eyes following the contours of her rump as she climbed up the stairs ahead of me.
"You can stay in my room for now." Taiba said. "Your barey mamani is going to the village market for some stuff, and won't be returning for at least three hours, and I will be all alone. You can give me some company."
For some reason, and it could be my imagination, but I felt she stressed on the words "all alone".
It's stupid, I thought. She's my mamani.
"Er ... sure, mamani, if you want me to." I replied. "I was planning to actually go to my room and lie down for a bit. I am a little tired from the journey."
What I didn't add was that, mamani, I need to masturbate to thoughts of your big bosom. My balls are aching, my beautiful fat Taibee. I need to cum.
Taiba heaved her big body onto the bed as it creaked slightly, and then patted the area beside her.
"Come here, beta. Lie down with me. You can sleep here. No need to go to your room."
"Er ... yes, mamani. Are you sure though ... I mean ..."
"Oh, Nazu!" My aunt grinned. "Surely after spending all of lunch on my lap hugging and kissing me, you suddenly are not shy of cuddling with your Taibee now, are you?"
"Er ... no, mamani." I cautiously climbed into the bed beside her, her taunt ringing in my ears.
Of all my aunts, Taiba was special. We have a playful, flirtatious relationship – that was true. I was closer to her than my other aunts.
Taiba, like all my mamanis, had always been very friendly to me, and on occasions like birthdays and festivals instead of giving a short innocent peck on the cheek, I have deliberately kissed her for a few seconds longer. Like today's kisses at lunch. I would never kiss Shaheen after every mouthful, but with Taibee I felt free to kiss her.
Sometimes when we both had been sitting, perhaps on the sofa watching a movie, I have at times placed my hand on her thighs as if to help myself stand up, or deliberately kept touching her bare arm or hand for a few seconds longer than required. And my hand and her waist had a special friendship. I wouldn't think twice of placing my hand on her bare waist, or even her back. I often pinch her bum, something I have not really done to my other aunts with the same frequency. In my mind, I imagined to myself that I am sure she must have noticed and secretly accepted my special attention, though in reality I knew to her it was probably just harmless flirting from a young nephew.
But the bed was dangerous territory. I didn't want to misread her innocent, playful signals and do something stupid that would ruin our relationship for ever. Then again, I was really, really horny.
That phrase spoken by Shaheen to Taiba earlier in the kitchen came floating back to my mind.
"I am not like you," Shaheen had told Taiba, "Letting my nephew's hands roam all over my body!"
And what had Taiba replied? I don't remember now.
"Do u need a blanket, beta?" Taiba asked, breaking my thoughts. "I remember when you were a kid you used to kick off your blanket when you were asleep, and just hug me tightly."
"Well, you do generate a lot of heat, with all that mass." I teased her. Taiba playfully swatted at me but I caught her arm.
"I am used to a blanket covering me now, even in the summer." I told her. "Maybe I might need some type of cover."
I let go of her arm, thinking to myself that sharing a blanket with my buxom aunt was also a good way to sleep close to her. If I was again going to touch her waist or tummy or even her bum (or as she liked to call it, her peechwade), this would be the first time I would be doing it as an adult, in the bed. Taiba took a light blanket and spread it on both of us.
"This is nice, mamani." I told her as we both lay on our backs on the bed, beside each other. "I haven't slept with you since I was 10 or 12 years old. I used to sleep with you and barey mamani all the time."
"Oh, yes." Taiba smiled. "Yes, you were always a clingy baby, and even as a teenager, and you used to hug me and hold me close every time until we would fall asleep."
I was secretly thrilled at the idea of sleeping close to her, even cuddling with her, but was also afraid, because I knew she was just being nice to me. I was also, once again, quite hard. I really wanted to shag in my room, but here I was in bed with her, unable to even take out my dick and stroke it.
Nevertheless, despite my apprehensions, I crept closer to Taiba. She was facing the ceiling and I was lying sideways facing her. She was wearing the same sari. The part of her sari covering her breasts were loose and I could clearly see her falling breasts, dancing this side and that side. Somehow this time I didn't have the courage to lay my hands on her. Seeing me hesitate, she herself took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Her bare stomach.
"Don't ever start to feel shy with me, Nazu." She told me, as my finger rested on her navel. "You are the one relative I love dearly, and who I know loves me back equally. If you want to hug me, just put your arms around me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me."
"Er ... of course, mamani."
Something in the words she used should have alerted me, and something in the way she said it should have warned me, but I was too lost to notice that. All I could think of at that minute was that my hand ... was on her tummy.
My hand.
On her tummy.
On her bare tummy.
And she had just given me license, carte blanche if you will, to have my fun with her.
If you want to hug me, just put your arms around me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me.
Her sari's pallu had fallen away, so her navel was completely bare, and Taiba seemed not to mind. She started to talk about my naani, and complain about her husband. I barely heard her.
Aah!! The smoothness of her skin, as I pressed my palm against her stomach was mind boggling. The tip of my forefinger danced around the edge of her navel. I watched her tummy rise and fall with her breathing, and as she animatedly went on about the family. What a beautiful tummy! What a voluptuous lady! How could mamu even think of having an affair?
I was lost in my thoughts, just fantasizing about my plump mamani and she too was engrossed in family gossip. My mind was racing, and I wanted to touch her huge boobs. They were so close to my hand, which now rested limply on the top of her belly. Dare I?
Slowly, while talking to her, and agreeing with how horribly she was treated, I slid my hands closer to her blouse. When I touched the lower end of her blouse I stopped and let my hand just rest there. I was already in forbidden territory. I have touched Taiba on her waist, on her tummy, and definitely on her bum, but never have I touched her breasts.
"... and then your uncle did not even speak one word against her. NOT ONE WORD!" Taiba was saying. "Can you imagine? I was just standing there, listening to my OWN MOTHER-IN-LAW rebuke me for not having kids, and your uncle just stood there."
"It's a shame, mamani." I replied robotically, my mind somewhere else. I was watching her big boobs rise and fall as she talked. "Mamu should appreciate what a loving, and may I say, beautiful wife he has."
"Thank you, beta. You are so sweet. Your wife will be one lucky lady."
"Nah!" I purposely patted Taiba on her tummy, while my fingers "accidently" touched the lower part of her breasts. "When I have a fat, sexy girlfriend like you, mamani, why do I need a wife. If you ever tire of mamu, just get married to me."
"You are a devil." My aunt grinned. I smiled, moved my hands to behind her bum and squeezed her butt cheek. Taiba grinned as I patted her rump, and then paid me no heed as she started to rant again about my nani, while I played with her peechwade.
Here I was on more familiar ground, as I had touched, caressed, squeezed, patted and pinched Taiba's buttocks before. And to my surprise, my aunt hardly paid any attention as my hands roamed freely on her peechwade.
My dick was raging hard, but I HAD to let it suffer. There was no way I could do what I really wanted to do. And what I wanted what I really wanted to do was take my penis out and stroke it. I wanted my darling Taiba mamani to see what a huge dick I had. I wanted her to be mesmerized by it, to start stroking it, to then to put her beautiful fat lips around on it and start sucking it. Of course that would remain a fantasy for now, but I shifted slightly. I didn't want her to see that placing my hands on her body was making me all hot and excited. I couldn't risk for her to know that I had a hard on. I thought that once she is asleep I might be able to caress her boobs slightly, or might even, if she was sleeping really soundly, be able to open a button or two of her blouse and catch a peek of the forbidden melons.
"Kiss me."
"Huh?" My reverie was broken by my aunt's sudden order. I looked at her. She was smiling.
"Beta, you are so tired." She said. "You just want to sleep, but you are listening to me so sweetly and patiently."
"It's ... it's alright, my beautiful moti mamani." I told her. "I am here to comfort you."
"No, you should sleep." Taiba then pointed to her right cheek. "Give me a kiss here before you go to sleep."
"Er ... yes, mamani."
Reluctantly I took my hands off her big behind, and placed it on the bed on the other side of her, and leaned over her to kiss her on the right cheek. Taiba closed her eyes as I pressed myself onto her.
SMOOCH!
Then she opened her eyes and pointed to her left cheek.
"Another kiss?" She asked.
"Er ... yes, mamani."
I dutifully kissed her again.
SMOOCH!
My lips pressed against her plump cheeks as I drunk in the moment.
I thought that was it, but Taiba mamani wanted to cuddle. It was clear she was in need of some affection that mamu wasn't providing her.
It was pure torture for my dick, as Taiba placed her head on my right forearm. She faced away from me, so I pressed myself against her back, my hard manhood pressing against her bum. She once again took my left hand and placed it on her bare waist. We were now cuddling, rather, we were now spooning. Her bum rubbed against my poor dick.
"Mamani." I grabbed a little of her tummy and gave her belly a little squeeze. "You seemed to have put on a little weight from the last time I saw you."
"Oh, I know, beta." Taiba replied wistfully as I continued to jiggle her belly. "All that stress with your mamu and nani, I just feel like eating all the time."
I moved my hands to the front of her tummy and grabbed her there just below the navel.
"I can give you some exercises, mamani," I told her, shaking her lower belly. "And it will help make this fat go in. I can even exercise with you, if you like."
"Thank you, beta, you are so sweet."
I then moved my hand all the way to her back, just below her butt. My hand, I realized by this time, had been moving all over her body. I had touched her all over.
"Your stress eating seemed to have put on some weight here as well," I said, patting her on the ass. "This should go in as well."
Taiba sighed.
"Yes, beta. I know. My buttocks are almost as big as Shaheen Bhabhi's now."
"Mamani! There is one difference though. You have very nice spankable buttocks."
My aunt giggled.
"Don't tell me you now want to spank my bum! My poor peechwade!"
I then raised my hand slightly, held it for a few seconds and brought it down sharply on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Taiba's whole body quivered as I struck her buttocks, but she didn't say anything.
"Hear that, mamani!" I told her. "That's the sound which means when you and I are here for two weeks, we are going to exercise daily."
"Er ... yes, beta. As you wish, beta."
SMACK!
"You will feel good about yourself once you spend some quality time with me, Taibee. No more of this moping nonsense."
"Yes, beta."
SMACK!
"And that's for leaving just as soon as I get here, mamani. I will miss you terribly."
"I will miss you too, beta."
SMACK!
"Why are you leaving so soon, mamani?"
"I am so sorry, beta. I had planned that visit before I knew you were coming."
SMACK!
"Alright, but when you are back mamani, we will make up for lost time."
"Er ... yes, beta."
I then placed my hand back on her tummy and caressed her navel. I badly wanted to continue to spank her buttocks but I had to restrain myself. I was surprised I actually had the guts to do it more than once, and also that Taiba playfully and sportingly took the spanking.
After jiggling her belly again, I then kissed Taiba on the nape of her neck, and then on her bare back through the blouse strings. I then once again gave her a gentle pinch on the bum, almost on the same area where I had spanked her. I then gently caressed her behind, my hands cupping her buttocks.
"Mamani, you are beautiful. Both inside and out. Never you forget it!"
Taiba sighed.
"Thank you, beta, thank you. I wish more men were like you, Nazu."
We remained in that position, my hands playing with her hips, her back pressed against my chest, my hardness pressed against her bum. My rising penis kept boring itself deep into the crack of her ass. I continued to kiss her on the back of her neck every so often, and give her butt cheek a pinch now and then.
After about ten minutes I could sense her slowly start to doze off. I myself was also tired, but I willed myself to stay awake. My penis buried deep in her buttocks also prevented me from sleeping. I feigned to be asleep, with some heavy breathing and light snores, but kept my hand near her waist, and kept feeling her skin, and from time to time straying to her butt. The warmth of her skin was getting too much to bear for me. I knew I could cum any moment now. But I had to wait. So ... was Taiba mamani really asleep?
After about half an hour I was absolutely sure that Taiba mamani was in la-la-land. She was snoring lightly, and her breathing was calm, and she seemed sound asleep. So I took the courage and slowly slid my hand up her tummy and on to her breasts. Taking a chance, I cupped her left boob.
Oh boy! I was there! I was doing it! My hand was on her mound, and I was hoping that she wouldn't wake up. With my palm now covering her breast, I could feel her boobs go up and down with her breathing. I wished this would go on forever. Yes, she was wearing a blouse, but I was actually holding her boob in my hand! And my penis – my hard penis – buried deep into her booty
Then I slowly pressed her left boob very lightly. Through the thin material of the blouse, I could sense that she had a bra underneath, obviously. I took a look at her face once again. Yes, she appeared to be fast asleep. Taking a chance, I slowly moved my hands to her back and undid one hook of the blouse. Pop! Suddenly her whole blouse loosened quite a bit. Initially her boobs appeared to be fighting to burst out of her blouse. Suddenly with the additional slack, her blouse appeared to loosen up. I lifted the blanket up and let myself have a magnificent view of her ample cleavage.
"Oh, Taiba!" I cried out, as I watched her ample bosom. My dick rubbed against her fat, sari clad ass. I shifted my ass back away from my aunt, moved my hands to my shorts and lowered the waistband until my dick popped out, free and uninhibited by the shorts. I then placed my bare dick against my aunt's bum.
"Oh, Taiba!"
After that I again pressed her boobs a bit more. My dick was now screaming for relief.
I began to move my hips so my penis rubbed against the sari covering her buttocks, while my hand was on her boob, slightly squeezing it. I was thus shagging myself against her big behind.
Suddenly my penis started to twitch. Oh God, I was starting to cum. I tried to do it silently but it was all too much. Taiba's boobs. Taiba's buttocks. The banter.
I couldn't help but moan slightly as my dick erupted with all that pent up rage. For the next minute or so I was lost in the passion. My penis was shooting cum everywhere. When I was done I looked at the damage.
There was a lot of wetness on my shorts, on my hand, on the bed, and also a big spot on Taiba's ass. I got up and fetched some tissues, and gently wiped off what I could. After that, I climbed back into bed, spooned by lovely aunt, and dozed off to more perverted thoughts of Taiba mamani and Shaheen mamani. This was just the first day of the summer, and the day wasn't even done yet.