When I woke up, it was late, late afternoon – soon it would be evening outside. My lovely chubby aunt Taiba was nowhere to be seen. I sat up in the bed and yawned. I had a good nap. Slowly I started to remember what had happened before I had gone to sleep. How I had played with my aunt's buxom body. And then how I had shagged myself against my mamani's big, bootylicious buttocks.
Oh dear! I couldn't believe I had the audacity to spank my aunt and then shag on her bum. In a hundred years I would never have dared to do such a thing! Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, you manage to do some things that you would never do if you really think about it later.
I touched my shorts from the front. Yes, the material was a bit rougher there. Left over dried cum, that's what it was. I then patted the area of the bed where I had slept, with my dick in contact with Taiba's gigantic behind. Yes, the bedsheet had a small spot of dampness. You would miss it completely unless you knew exactly where to look for it and what to look for.
So I wasn't dreaming. I had really cum on my aunt's big butt!
I wondered if Taiba had noticed anything when she had gotten up. Did she wonder why her saree was a bit sticky near her posterior? Did she touch her behind and feel some wetness? I wondered if she had realized that her sweet, dear, innocent nephew had just masturbated on her body while she had been asleep.
It spoke to how close Taiba and I was that I didn't pay those fears much thought. If she knew, she knew, so what. What would she do? She herself allows me to pet, fondle and grope her. My barey mamani Shaheen knows this and has even scolded Taiba for it. At the most, Shaheen would give us both a serious talking to and that would be that. Of course that was how I rationalized it to myself.
I knew in reality if it came out what I had done, I would be in deep trouble. I mean, touching and groping your aunt with her consent is one thing. It is playful flirting, or being "lovingly naughty" or whatchamacallit. Wanking off on your aunt's ass is another thing. Taiba would be blamed for leading me on, and I would be ostracized. Or maybe I was overanalyzing this.
Speaking of Shaheen, I was puzzled by how casually she was touching my bum on this vacation. As I had said many times before, Shaheen was usually quite reserved and orthodox. Whatever fun I had with her, was on the spur of the moment or a temporary naughtiness. Yet ... this time when I had asked her if she needed help with the dishes, she had patted my bum, and then said no.
Before lunch when I was going to sit on her lap (as she had ordered), Shaheen had placed a hand on my buttocks – to "guide" me.
When I had kissed her on seeing the biryani, her hand had again oh-so-casually patted my rear end. I could almost swear she was copping a feel whenever she placed a hand on my butt, squeezing my cheeks very slightly. And it seemed like she was touching my buns whenever she got the chance.
I know it's hypocritical of me to think about my aunt's behaviour, when mine is, shall we say, less than perfect. I am usually the one who tries to get away by placing a hand on their buttocks when I am hugging them, or kissing them longer on their cheeks than what should be normal, or placing a hand on their hips, or making suggestive remarks full of innuendo at them, or even sneak a peek at them when they are expecting privacy.
Neither Shaheen nor Taiba knew, for example, that I had gone through their closet and stolen a couple of panties from both of them the last time I was here. That I sometimes watched pornography and masturbated by rubbing myself against those panties. If someone said I sexually harassed my aunts every chance I got, they wouldn't be far off the mark.
But still – I was the young, horny man. My behaviour, while definitely not to be commended, was expected. I was a pervert and behaved lecherously. But Shaheen was my respectable older aunt, and a conservative, orthodox person. So it felt strange to think she was the one groping my butt.
I mean, if she wanted to do something, I was up for it. But ... I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just completely innocent. I mean, she could be just lovingly patting my butt, without any sexual context. This was so unlike her usual behaviour. She had never cupped my butt cheek before.
Getting up, I walked to the bathroom in Taiba's room. I could have gone back to my own room, but I wanted to use Taiba's bathroom. It felt naughtier. As I said, I am a pervert.
Once inside, I closed the door. I didn't lock it though. I walked to the commode and lowered my shorts. Holding my dick in my hand, I began to pee. It was surreal, peeing in the same commode that I knew my aunt would later plonk her fat ass in. A few drops of urine remained on the toilet seat that I didn't wipe off. I cleaned myself up, and washed my face. I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs. I was still wearing the same small shorts that I had been wearing at lunch.
I was going to go to the kitchen and see if my aunts were there, but then suddenly I paused. Then I slowly started to tiptoe downstairs. If they were both somewhere in the kitchen, unaware that I had gotten up, maybe I could eavesdrop again.
I was right! Both Taiba and Shaheen were in the kitchen, and they were talking.
"So," Shaheen was saying, "Should I wake up Nazu? It's not right of you to take a rickshaw alone this time. And then you will be taking a bus to Feninagar."
"It's the 7.30 pm bus, so it should be OK." Taiba replied. "It's only a half an hour ride, after the 30 minute rickshaw ride from here to the bus station."
"Yes, but you know the bus ... and our experience ..." Shaheen trailed off.
I wondered what experience she was talking about. I continued to listen intently.
Taiba laughed.
"It's the 7.30 bus." She repeated. "I think my gaand can tolerate a few pinches. The 8.30 bus is when the labourers use it, and that was when you and I got our gaands properly assaulted last time."
So that was the experience Shaheen was talking about!
"Well," Shaheen replied drily, "Your ass should be used to getting molested, now that Nazu is here."
"Aw, c'mon Bhabhi. It's just harmless fun. Nazu doesn't mean anything ..."
"He's a young man." Shaheen warned. "And you are letting our newphew pinch your bottom, grope you, fondle you ... would he dare do this to you in front of his mamu?"
"No, he wouldn't." Taiba admitted, biting her lip. "Then again, if his mamu paid more attention to my gaand, I wouldn't need Nazu to grope me and have some fun with my peechwade."
"Hmm." Shaheen was far from being convinced. "Just don't do anything stupid, Taiba. He's a young man with normal sexual urges and you are letting him fondle your butt. Don't lead Nazu on, Taiba. He's a good boy."
"I won't, Bhabhi. It's just harmless fun." Taiba then grinned. "And what about you, Bhabi? After all, you let Nazu pinch and fondle your buttocks last time too!"
"That was a bet!" Shaheen replied indignantly. "And I never expected him to do it, really. I am still somewhat upset by it, even though I laughed then. I mean, he was always respectful to me – and then suddenly his hand was on my ass!"
"You were wriggling your butt playfully in his face!" Taiba retorted. "Of course he would grab it! You were practically daring him to pinch your gaand, and that's what he did!""
"But I soon put a stop to it. Unlike you."
"It's just some harmless fun, Bhabhi." Taiba repeated her argument. "I am not going to bed with him!"
"Well, you just did ..."
"Oh. C'mon now, Bhabhi. This is too much." It was Taiba's turn to be indignant. "Nazu used to cuddle with us all the time."
"He is free to cuddle with me even now as well." Shaheen said in a firm voice. "But you will not see him fondling my gaand. He treats me with respect. With you ... please be careful, that's all I am saying. You are married, AND you are his mamani."
"I KNOW I am his mamani ..." Taiba murmured angrily.
For some time there was silence, and then Shaheen then decided to change the subject.
"And the rickshaw should be here in what, fifteen minutes, Taiba?"
"Roughly." Taiba answered. "I am all ready though. Let Nazu sleep; he's absolutely tired after travelling early today."
I decided to prove her wrong about my sleeping, and enter the kitchen after exaggerating the noise of walking in the hallway, so they didn't think I was spying on them. I greeted both of my aunts with a big hug and a sloppy kiss on each cheeks, and once again complained about Taiba going away just when I had come.
"I have to, beta." Taiba replied remorsefully. "I had made this plan to visit my barey abba before I knew you were coming."
"Nazu, go quickly and put some proper, decent pants on." Shaheen suddenly turned to me and commanded. "I want you to accompany Taiba on the rickshaw and see her off on her bus at the bus station. I am not comfortable with her going alone at this time of the night."
Left unsaid was what Shaheen had in her eyes.
If anyone is going to molest or sexually assault Taiba, I would rather it be you.
* * *
The rickshaw rumbled on the dirt track. I was seated beside Taiba, my body pressed closely against hers. Her luggage – a duffel bag – was at our feet. I had my arm firmly wrapped around Taiba's waist, my hand resting on the bare skin of her belly. From time to time, I gave her love handles a light, affectionate squeeze.
"Beta," Taiba suddenly said, "I wanted to say something to you now that we are alone."
"Oh, sure, mamani." I replied. Suddenly, I don't know why, but perhaps the tone of her voice with which she had said this, made me go full alert mode on. I moved my hand from her waist, patted her rear, and then moved it back to her side, grabbing her flab again.
"Beta," Taiba seemed to be selecting her words with great care. "We have always been close, you and I. Perhaps you are closest to me than your other aunts, if I am not wrong."
"Er ... yes, Taibee." I told her. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on her left cheek. Perhaps I pressed my lips on her flesh a little bit longer than necessary.
SMOOCH!
"You are the one aunt I feel completely free with, mamani." I reassured her, and once again gave her an affectionate squeeze on her rump, making sure to grope her strongly. "You are really my best friend."
"That's so sweet of you, Nazu." Taiba had a slight smile at the corner of her lips. "Although, I have to say, in the last few hours, you really have been very free with me."
Uh oh. Red Alert! Red Alert! Incoming! What was my aunt saying? I remained silent, my hand on her waist, hoping she would continue. She did.
"Beta." She continued. "I, your mamani, have always been free with you, as my dearest nephew. I told you this afternoon, 'You are the one relative I love dearly, and who I know loves me back equally. If you want to hug me, just take me and hug me. And if you want to kiss me, just take me and kiss me.' I did say that, didn't I?"
"Er ... yes, mamani. You did." What was she getting at?
"And," Taiba grinned. "I think you took that to heart. You hands have hardly left my body from then! My waist has been squeezed and jiggled and caressed, and my poor bum! You have patted my peechwade, played with my buttocks while we were lying down, pinched my gaand and oh, I even got a spanking from you today!"
"Mamani! I ..." I didn't know what to say. I immediately lifted my hands up and away from her waist. "I am so sorry! I was just fooling around ... Taibee ... Taiba ... mamani! I didn't mean anything! I am so sorry! I definitely crossed some boundaries there, mamani. Please forgive me. I ..."
"Sssh!" My aunt shushed me into silence, and then placed her pudgy hand over mine. I looked at her in surprise. There was a twinkle in her eye as she then took my hand and placed it back on her hips. On the bare skin of her waist.
"Beta." She placed her other hand on my thigh, caressing me there, almost seductively. "What I said in the afternoon, I mean it. If you want to hug me, just take me and hug me. And if you want to me a chummah – a kiss, just take me and give me a chummah!"
Taiba then looked at my eyes. Her face was lit up in a beautiful smile. I was definitely getting harder with our conversation, and mamani's stroking of my thigh didn't help. Also the fact that her hands were moving slowly upwards. Upwards, towards my rapidly hardening penis.
"And if you want to pinch my bum, beta," She said, "Just say my name and snap your fingers. I will come, bend over and present my gaand to you. It's yours to be pinched, patted, groped, caressed, or ... hehe ... spanked. You can do WHAT you want with my peechwade, beta."
"Wow, mamani, I don't know what to say!"
"Say you will spank me, beta." Taiba replied. "Say you will pinch my gaand so hard I will cry. Say you will fondle my boobs. Say your hands will be all over my jism – my body. My taan, maan, badan – my soul, my mind and my body all belongs to you, beta!"
I was speechless.
"Beta." Taiba continued. "The last few hours I felt more like a woman than I did in the last couple of years. And for that, I have you to thank, Nazu."
"Mamani! I ..." I still didn't know how to react. This was happening very fast. I have always fooled around with her but I always thought of it as harmless fun. I dreamt, and fantasized about it leading somewhere, but I never expected those fantasies to materialize. For now, I just meekly gave her waist another squeeze.
"If you want, you can pinch my buttocks, you know." Taiba told me. "Or squeeze my boobs."
I merely nodded, not believing the conversation.
"When you spanked me today," Taiba recounted, her hands now definitely brushing against my very hard manhood. "For a moment I was surprised. I was in shock actually. I mean, I was enjoying what you were doing to me. Your hands. Your kisses. I was feeling like a woman. Your squeezes. And the way you pinched my behind. I was feeling desired, and feeling beautiful and sexy. And then – WHAM!"
"I don't know what got into me." I confessed. "When I saw those buttocks of yours, even through the sari, and the way the sari kept getting stuck in the crack, I just felt I had to whack you on that big, fat ass of yours."
Taiba giggled.
"And I hope, beta, you continue to feel the same way when I return in two weeks."
There was no doubt now. Her hands were cupping my groin and her forefinger was tracing a path on my hardness.
"Mamani." I leaned in and kissed her on her cheek. "When you are back, I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit. I will put you over my knees and spank your gaand with my hand and then with my belt and with your hair brush. Your big fat ass will be red with my beatings. And THEN I will show you what a true mard – a real man – does to a lady."
Taiba squealed in delight.
"I can't wait for this two weeks to pass so quickly, Nazu. I wish I wasn't going away."
"Me too." My hands were now definitely squeezing and fondling her behind, and she was unabashedly stroking my manhood through my jeans. "And my darling Taibee, I will not let you sleep at night, Taibee. Be prepared, mamani."
* * *
A beautiful aroma of biryani hit me as I entered the house. I had just dropped Taiba off at the bus depot and taken another rickshaw back after her bus had left. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. Shaheen mamani was there, slaving over another of my favourite dish.
"Ah, Nazu, you are back." She saw me and gave me a smile. "Look, I am making butter chicken and biryani for dinner."
"Oh, mamani." I stood next to her, placed a firm hand on her bum, grabbed her by the waist, powerfully turned her around so she was facing me, and gave her a kiss on her left cheek.
SMOOCH!
She was now not wearing her dupatta, and her long hair fell to her big rotund hips. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her against me, this time kissing her right cheek.
SMOOCH!
Easy tiger! I had to tell myself. This is Shaheen, not Taiba. I once again turned to her left cheek.
SMOOCH!
"You are the best, Shaheen mamani."
I then pressed my lips against her right cheek
SMOOCH!
"Hmm." Shaheen winked at me. "And all these kisses are for butter chicken or biryani?"
"Not just for butter chicken or biryani, barey mamani!" I told her, leaning in for another kiss, this time again on her left cheek. "They are for you."
SMOOCH!
"You take such good care of me, mamani. It's for the things you do from the heart."
SMOOCH!
"Alright, alright." Shaheen was blushing. "Now let me go, beta, so I can continue. Remember, I am your Shaheen mamani, not Taiba!"
My hands were just above the small of her back. It took ALL of my self control to not lower my hands and firmly grab hold of those buttocks. Reluctantly, I had to let her go. I had to remind myself – this is not Taiba. This is Shaheen.
And she had just said that! The way I carried on with Taiba was an open family secret now.
"Let me change into something comfortable, and I will be right back." I told her. "I'll be quick. I love hanging out with you, mamani."
And then Shaheen once again patted me on my rear!
"I know, beta. Whenever you are here you are always following us ladies around."
Her hand was still on my ass! And then she again patted my rear end!
"Now go change fast." Shaheen said. "I want to serve dinner – I am hungry!"
As she said the words "now go" she definitely cupped my left butt cheek. If I had a doubt if she was doing it on purpose, it was now gone.
I went to my room and stripped off all of my clothes. As I stood there in my room, stark naked, I glanced at the mirror.
Thank God for exercise, I thought, glancing at my athletic figure. Firm abs, good pecs, and a nice and tight tushy. And dare I say, a good sized pecker. I stroked myself, watching my reflection as I got hard, thinking about Taiba. I couldn't wait until she was back! I was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk!
Meanwhile, I had to force myself to calm down. This was Shaheen here, not Taiba. She's the more conservative one. I know she didn't say anything when I was kissing her, but I must learn to restrain myself. Some people pat the rear end affectionately, without any ulterior motives. Maybe Shaheen was the same. Or maybe ...
What did she say to Taiba this morning in the kitchen? I now remembered.
"I love Nazu. If he wants to have some fun with his old mamani, then I will ..."
The rest had been cut off as the ladies had emerged from the kitchen and I had to come in their presence.
"Oh, Shaheen." I thought, stroking myself. "What were you going to say, about me having fun with you?"
I then remembered how she was scolding Taiba about being too free with me. A lady of contradictions – that's what Shaheen was. Maybe, I tried to think it out, she had to present a conservative appearance in front of Taiba. But now that Taiba was gone ...
I put on a Tshirt, and then my shorts. These were the same shortest pair of shorts I had worn in the afternoon. The one that I had on when I had masturbated over Taiba's buttocks. Quite small shorts. As I said, it was just one inch short of being an underwear, really. I then went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Did Taiba mamani call?" I asked Shaheen, taking a seat on a stool and watching her work. "Has she reached yet?"
"Yes." Shaheen answered. She was now cutting up some onions, and her hands moved fast. So did her ass. "She just texted me. She told me to thank you for dropping her off, and sends her love."
"Oh." I made a face. "Why did she have to go now? We all could have had so much fun!"
"She'll be back in two weeks!" Shaheen laughed. "Meanwhile, you have this old aunt to cuddle to sleep with, or have some fun!"
I looked at her, trying to see if she was joking. But Shaheen's face was noncommittal. She was busy with her cooking. Was it something about being at a lodge, far from the city, I wondered. First Taiba, now ... perhaps ... maybe ... Shaheen? I was hopeful. Then again, her words could just have innocent connotations! It was so frustrating. Maybe I should just be happy Taiba would be here in two weeks, and forget about Shaheen. I could do what I wanted with Taiba. She was the slutty aunty.
"A maid, Pushpita, will be here in the mornings." Shaheen told me, as she put some vegetables on another wok. "If you have clothes to wash, or need some ironing, or any other work, give it to Pushpita then. She's only here from 9-noon. That girl also knows how to give a great massage, if you should ever need one."
"Yes, mamani." I sat and chatted with her as she cooked. My thoughts kept going back to what she said about cuddling to sleep with her. Did she really mean it? Should I ask her? I really couldn't work up the guts to ask her. So instead I talked with her about her family, her husband's work, and my nani.
It was sometime after dinner, and when we were sitting in the living room and watching an old movie, that Shaheen went back to the topic of cuddling.
"Beta, this is a big house." She said, clasping and unclasping her hands, as if she was nervous. "And you know... me ... I ... I hate sleeping alone. I was wondering ... well I was thinking ... if ... you know ... you would sleep in my room."
"Oh?" From dullness, suddenly my mind was racing in top gear like a race car suddenly just at the finish line, but I tried to play it cool. And dumb. And smooth.
"In your room, mamani? Where will I sleep?"
Oh, so smooth.
"Why, in the bed, of course." Shaheen replied, chuckling.
Now for dumb.
"And ... um ... what about you, mamani?"
Shaheen laughed.
"Why, beta. I will sleep on the bed too! I am your mamani, so it's OK! Beside, you used to sleep and hug me tight before!"
Oh she wants a hug, does she? Now for the gambit. The throw of the dice.
"Mamani ... I ..." I tried to choose my words carefully. "I'm older now. It's really hot here, even with A/C at night. So, at night, you know ... I usually sleep in my underwear. I don't know if you would like that if I wore an underwear to bed and slept with you."
"Oh." For a moment Shaheen's face fell, and I wondered if I overplayed my hand. Then she brightened up.
"Koi baat nehi, beta. No problem. You can wear an underwear to bed." She said, and then grinned. "After all, it's unlikely to be much smaller than the shorts you are wearing now, you naughty boy!"
I actually had the good sense to blush. I thought I would miss Taiba, but this just got more interesting.
* * *
I finished peeing and cleaned myself up.
I was in Shaheen mamani's bathroom. I wondered what barey mamani would think once I exited the washroom. I had hung my shorts on the door. I was now dressed in my underwear. It was very small. The bottom part ended just below my balls. It barely covered my genitals, and as long as I wasn't sitting with my legs up, it was OK. If my legs were raised ... well let's just say barey mamani would have a more intimate view of me.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and entered the bedroom.
Shaheen was lying down on the bed, dressed in a simple salwar kameez. She was reading some news on her phone. When she saw me, she remarkably didn't bat an eyelid. She just took me in, glancing at me from top to bottom, her eyes lingering for just a moment on my small underwear. Then she patted on the bed to her side.
"Come on this side, Nazu. You always used to sleep on the right."
"Yes, mamani." I said, climbing into bed beside her. As I did, my balls, just for a second popped out of my underwear, but then as I climbed into bed, went back in. I wondered if Shaheen saw anything. Well, if she did, she didn't say anything.
"Nazu." Shaheen put down the phone and turned to me. "Since you will be sleeping in my room for the next two weeks, I expect that you will need to use my bathroom, especially if you have to get up at night to pee."
"Er ... of course, mamani." I was a little surprised at her for broaching this topic.
"Do you get up at night to do pishaab – to pee often, beta?"
"Um ... no, mamani. Why do you ask?"
"No. Just curious." Shaheen placed her glasses by the bed side table. "Sometimes the nurse in me comes out. Do you pee standing up, beta, or sitting down?"
"I ... I usually pee standing up, mamani." Now I had no idea why she was asking me this. What difference did it make how I urinated!
"OK, beta. Just remember to aim properly, and clean up after. That's all I ask." Shaheen told me. "I know Taiba isn't that fussy, but I am a little OCD about my bathroom being clean."
"Er ... of course, mamani. I do clean up all the time anyways."
I leaned in and gave her a kiss. Shaheen smiled, lied down and tucked the blankets over her chest.
"Time to sleep, beta." She said. Then she turned to me and grinned, "You have been kissing your mamanis a lot today."
Uh oh.
"Er ... y-y-you know I l-l-love all of you, mamani." I stammered, blushing. I didn't know what to say!
"I know beta! So that kiss you just gave me, was that a good night kiss?"
I blushed again.
"No, mamani, that was just an acknowledgement that I will clean up after using your bathroom, and I didn't mind you telling me so."
"Good. So now come and give this old lady a hug, and yes – a proper good night kiss."
"Yes, mamani. Absolutely. But you are not an old lady!"
"Oh don't flirt with me, Nazu. Remember, I am not Taiba. I am not falling for your charms – or your kisses!"
"Er ... yes, mamani."
We were facing each other, so I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gave her a firm hug. I heard her gasp as I held her tight. I pressed my lips against her cheeks and kissed her twice.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
Shaheen, still wrapped in my arms, smiled at me.
"You are so strong, beta."
My aunt then puckered her lips.
"Ready to play the kissing game?"
My boner could have poked a hole in steel that moment.
"Er ... always, mamani."
My aunt pressed her lips against me.
SMOOCH!
"That's my 'thank you for sleeping in my room' kiss." She told me, kissing me sloppily.
SMOOCH!
"That's my 'thank you for being a loving nephew." She told me, kissing me again. Then she gave me a last kiss on my nose.
SMOOCH!
"And that's my 'good night, darling' kiss."
Ohh, my boner!
Shaheen then freed herself from my arms and turned around so that her back was to me.
"I usually sleep like this." She said. "But if you feel you want to hug me from behind, go right ahead. I won't mind you doing that to me. But remember, I am not your Taiba mamani, so keep your hands away from my gaand."
Was she for real? Here was my conservative aunt telling me she won't mind me rubbing against her and spooning her, as long as I didn't grope or fondle her. Yet, little did I know that the night was about to get crazier.
"Er ... yes, mamani. Can I ... er ... just rest my hand on your ... er ... peechwade?"
I couldn't believe I was actually asking that question to Shaheen!
"Nope!" Shaheen replied. "No touching. No fondling. No groping. And definitely no pinching. You can look, but not touch. As I said, this is not your Taiba mamani's butt."
I slid in next to her and hugged her from the back, pressing myself against her. My dick seemed to have a life of its own and started to grow. I arched my back so that even as we spooned, my crotch was away from her ass, so she couldn't feel my bulge. This was not Taiba, I had to repeat to myself. So watch yourself, tiger! Shaheen had already allowed me far more freedom with her than ever before, so I have to take it slowly.
Shaheen had her head on my arm, and I could sense her gentle breathing as we both relaxed slightly. It had been a long and tiring day, and despite my hardness, I soon found myself drifting to sleep.
* * *
I don't know what woke me up, but for a second I sat up in bed in shock. Momentarily I was lost, not knowing where I was, before the fog cleared and it started to come to me. I was in Shaheen's room, in her bed, in my underwear! I squinted at the clock. It was 2 am. Middle of the night. I glanced at the spot on the bed beside me. It was empty. Where was Shaheen?
It was hot, despite the straining A/C, and I was glad I was dressed lightly. I felt my underwear and found out my penis was peeking out from under it. I carefully pulled my underwear so I was properly covered, and then got up to look for Shaheen.
A noise from the bathroom alerted me. I slowly put it all together. Shaheen must be in there, surely. I stood up and crept to the bathroom. It wasn't closed fully, and the door was left slightly ajar. Surely my mamani never thought I would also wake up at the same moment she needed to use the washroom! I peeped in.
Shaheen was seated on the commode, her legs spread out. She was just wearing her top (the kameez), and no bottoms. Naked from the waist down, it was clear she was taking a whiz. I heard the noise as her urine stream hit the commode.
What a sight! For a moment I stood there, mesmerized, in the darkness, watching the outline of my conservative aunt pee unabashedly.
I had seen Shaheen pee once before. We had gone for a hike near the forest just south of Tinpur. It was popular with lots of hikers, but somehow we got separated from our hike group and got lost. Shaheen and I had wandered for two hours. And she suddenly had to urinate.
"Beta." She had told me, barely able to stand. "Please find an enclosed space."
Tactfully, I found one area, which was partially hidden by some bushes. My aunt had given me her backpack and her other stuff. Then she had told me to turn around.
I heard a lot of fiddling around. I knew she was untying the knot that held her salwar. After some time, I felt her placing something on my shoulders. It was her salwar – the bottom! She was now naked from the waist down!
"Don't turn around now, ok, beta? Please?" Shaheen had pleaded. "This ... is... so embarrassing for me."
"Yes, mamani." I dutifully replied.
I then hear her squat, and then I heard the sound of her urine hitting the ground. Craning my neck slightly, and seeing that her back was to me, I chose to take a peek. I could clearly see her bare buttocks, with the kameez lifted, as she was peeing. I then had to quickly turn away.
Suddenly my thoughts returned to the present as I heard the toiIet being flushed. I realized she was done urinating.
I quickly went back to bed, my mind working hard. I wanted to try something, but dare I? What if it backfired? What if it irrevocably damaged my relationship with my aunt? What if it ... oh hell ... what the hell. In the end, I decided, I was going to do it. I crept back into bed, and pretended to be asleep. Only this time, I made sure my underwear had rolled up, "accidentally", and my full genitals were exposed. I the turned my face towards the bathroom, and half closed my eyes.
In a minute I heard the noise of the flush again, and then the tap running. After a few moments, the door opened and Shaheen came out, now fully dressed, of course. She walked back to the bed, and was about to climb into her side and into the sheets, when she completely jerked to a stop.
For a moment Shaheen was in shock. As is natural for any woman who finds a man naked in her bed that's not her husband, she jolted back in alarm. Then her head cleared and she realized it was me, and I was asleep (or so she thought!). Still, she was puzzled. Here was her dear nephew, in bed with her and fast asleep, and his underwear having rolled up and now his huge monster dick standing out, proud and erect.
For a little while Shaheen was puzzled – she didn't know what do. She wanted to wake me up, but her likely thinking was that if she did, and I woke up to found myself exposed in front of my aunt, it could lead to a very embarrassing situation. From my half closed eye, I could also see her stifle a giggle as she must have realized the absurdity of the circumstances. She was treating me like a dear little child, while unknowing to her, here I was exposing my manhood to her.
I could realize that Shaheen was intrigued. Later on I would know that mamu was the typical Indian man – who on average had very small penises. Even as a nurse never had Shaheen seen such a large elongated dick. I assumed her conservative upbringing and nature fought against her natural curiosity as she peered in to take a closer look. I remained absolutely as still as I could, pretending to be asleep, as Shaheen climbed on to the bed, and then leaned in. Oh, her lips were so close to my dick! Almost involuntarily, I moved to roll over on to my side, smacking her lips with my stiff dick.
Shaheen was shocked, but only for a moment. Here I was, my dick pressed against her lips. She of course jerked her head back, and looked back suspiciously at me. My eyes were closed (well, I had one eye very, very slightly open to watch her) and I was pretending to lightly snore.
Shaheen slowly smiled, apparently deciding that I was asleep. The situation was silly, of course! Just an accidental incident. She then chose to lay down beside me, her back to me. I mentally smiled, congratulating myself on my boldness. Not only had I exposed myself to my aunt, but I had also touched my dick against her fulsome lips. That was it for the night, I thought. But no!
To my surprise, Shaheen took my arm and put it on her waist. For a moment, now it was my turn to be in shock. What was she doing? But then I realized – she thought I was sleeping, and she just wanted me to snuggle against her. So what if my dick was out and erect!
So I grunted and pretended to move in my sleep and pressed closer against her back. My hand was on her waist and tummy (she was wearing a kameez so unlike Taiba mamani I couldn't feel her bare waist). My dick however rose to the occasion and burrowed itself against her ass. I could see her stiffen as I rubbed my dick against her butt and it went into the crack of her ass, even as she was wearing the salwar. But then Shaheen just shrugged it off and started to gradually doze off to sleep.
So Shaheen does not mind me sleeping with my dick buried in her ass, I realized. But of course, she doesn't think I am doing it knowingly.
I wondered if I could hold out for long. Here I was, my hand so close to my barey mamani's breasts, my dick inside her ass, and only her clothes preventing me from enjoying the sense of her body. How long could I not cum?
Soon Shaheen started to snore slightly. Barey mamani was always a heavy sleeper; her heavy frame not hindering her sleep in any way. I started to rub my dick against her butt.
OH YES! It was lovely. My mamani. I felt her boobs through her top. Big. Perky. Waiting to be mauled. Her ass rubbed against my phallus. I couldn't hold it anymore. My poor penis has had enough. I felt it twitch, and then it was as if a dam had burst. I started to cum.
It was lots of cum, and it was all for Shaheen. I didn't even care that I was making her clothes wet, or the bed wet. There would be dried cum in the morning on her bed and her clothes. I was willing to take the chance. I had just been here barely a day, and already, for the second time today, I was masturbating on one of my aunts. After ejecting a whole day's worth of "Shaheen cum", I finally fell sleep.
-x-X-x-
The next morning, a Monday, I woke somewhat early. It was about eight thirty. It took me some time before I remembered what had happened the night before. Immediately I covered my mouth with my hand in horror.
I had cum on my aunt! And not just Taiba -- this was Shaheen! My older, conservative, orthodox aunt! Oh my goodness! If only she knew what I had done!
I corrected myself immediately. What do I mean if she knew -- of course she knew! She must have found out! And ... I shuddered as I thought of what could happen now.
I was alone on the bed. Naturally, Shaheen had woken up even earlier, and wasn't there beside me. I yawned, stretched and glanced at myself. My dick was now inside my underwear, but the front part of my underwear had stains from my ejaculation from last night. It was dry now, of course, but there was a faint aroma of my cum. I felt the bed sheet. It too had an area which was wet during the night, but had now dried. I wondered what Shaheen thought of all of this. Had she seen this? Did she realize what had happened in the night?
Suddenly a pang of regret hit me. In a moment of weakness, I might have destroyed my relationship with my mamani. For some reason what had seemed like a good and daring thing to do at night was now suddenly seeming like a very, very bad idea. You know how sometimes you do things "in the moment" but later you regret it? That is how I was feeling now. At 2 am in the night it felt nice to cum on your mamani's ass, but in the cold harsh light of the day when you have to go down and face her, suddenly it was seeming like a very, very bad idea. Yes, I flirted with her and sometimes acted naughtily with her, but that was just fun and games. Last night I had crossed a line.
There is no way she must have missed the fact that her salwar was a little wet, right on her butt where my dick had been rubbing against. She MUST have put two and two together, and realize that I had rubbed against her and cum on her butt at night. My goodness! I wonder what she was feeling right now. If she was feeling disgusted with me. If she was angry, hurt, disillusioned, and wanted nothing to do with me. She had reminded me, several times, she wasn't Taiba. Yet I had done to her exactly what I had done to Taiba. Worse, I had not even bothered to clean it up afterwards. It was almost as if I was daring her on. She had told me, explicitly, that her butt was off limits. And here I was, masturbating on her big bottom.
I suddenly felt very small. But I also had to pee.
So I entered her bathroom. I didn't even bother to shut the door. Standing at the commode, I started to pee. Anyone (well, her) could have walked in to the bedroom and see me in the bathroom, peeing. But I didn't care. What happened, had happened. I was almost lost in my thoughts. It was as if I had realized I was falling into an abyss, and I didn't care how deep it was. As my pee hit the commode, suddenly I came back to my senses.
I remembered how she had fussed in bed last night about me cleaning up after I urinated in her bathroom. So I indulged her and made sure the commode was clean when I was done. I then walked to the sink. I could see her toothbrush on the stand, right next to mine. Without thinking, I took her brush, put some paste on it and started to brush. It was weird, but also felt nice. I was putting something that had been in her mouth, into mine. As I said repeatedly before, I was a pervert. Why else would I brush my teeth with my mamani's toothbrush, except that it felt naughty?
After I was done freshening up and combing my hair, I looked around the bathroom. Like every bathroom at the lodge, this one had a laundry basket as well. I looked into it and saw that the salwar kameez that barey mamani was wearing last night was there. THIS was the dress she had been wearing last night! The dress on which I had cum upon!
Feeling sick to my stomach, I walked over to the basket and picked up her salwar.
Yes, it was still evident there had been a stain on the back, right near the buttock area, and some wetness was still there. It was dry now, but if you sniffed it, you could get the faint aroma that the wetness was due to an ejaculation. Shaheen MUST know, I realized. Feeling slightly uneasy, I put the clothes back in the laundry basket.
I was still dressed in my T-shirt and underwear. It was time to face the music. It was time to face the consequences of my actions. I exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to the kitchen, unsure of how my mamani would treat me.
She was in the kitchen, her back to me. Shaheen was now dressed in what we Indians call a nightie. A "nightie" or "maxi" in Indian vernacular is not a lingerie, although that's typically how it's described as. Well, it's NOT the usual sexy and sensual lingerie. It's a comfortable cotton "maxi" nightdress that many Indian women wear around the house. It's not something she would wear in front of guests or other men, but only around people she's comfortable and feels at home with.
Shaheen was wearing a red maxi with white patterns. It was a little tight, and of course her big derriere's outline was prominent. Her rump quivered as she moved around busily. Her long hair was not tied up and fell to her hips. She heard me walk in and turned around.
"Ah, Nazu beta!" She beamed. "I made paratha and anda for you! I know you love a good omelette!"
It was my favourite breakfast. And she did appear to be genuinely smiling. I smiled back.
"Oh, mamani." I gushed. "You will make me fat."
Shaheen glanced at me up and down.
"You could use a little fattening up!" She said. "I don't understand why everyone is so slim and trim nowadays. A little fat is good for the soul! My breakfast will put some colour in your cheeks."
"Oh, mamani." Suddenly overcome by relief and emotion, I gave her a quick hug from behind, my arms going around her waist to the front of her stomach. I pressed myself onto her, and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Nazu, beta." She said, still with my arms wrapped around her from behind. "Just a hug or a small peck won't do. I woke up early and made breakfast for you just in time for you to eat. Give this old woman a wet kiss on her cheeks."
"Yes, mamani!!"
Suddenly I wasn't feeling so afraid or apprehensive any more. Holding Shaheen firmly by her hips, I turned her around and then kissed her on both cheeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I kissed her on the right cheek, and then again on the left. Her skin felt really smooth, and she smelt nice.
"Your skins feels so smooth, mamani." I told her. "And you smell so nice too."
Shaheen beamed at my praise, and I couldn't resist my urge. I kissed her again.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Oh, really, that is some nice soft skin, mamani." I told her, my lips remaining pressed against her cheek.
"That's because I just took a shower, silly boy." Shaheen giggled. "It's the same cheeks you always kiss."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
I kissed her again. I really couldn't control myself. My dick was dangerously close to peeking out from under my shorts.
Barey mamani tousled my hair. "When should I serve my prince?"
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Hmm." I kissed her on both cheeks again, dangerously close to her lips. "Your prince is ready now, barey mamani."
"Only if you let me go, Nazu." Shaheen giggled. "I can't do anything if you are hugging me. And kissing me. You naughty boy! I asked for only one kiss and how many did you give me!"
Both of us were now breathing quite deeply and rapidly. It seemed those kisses had awakened something in her as well, so she was putting an end to that. Somewhat reluctantly I unwrapped my arms from around her, and then decided to take a punt.
"Hmm, mamani." I told her, placing a hand on her behind. "You seemed to have put on a little weight here."
"Oh!" Immediately, like any woman who was told this, she grew conscious. "Where, Nazu?"
I gently patted her right butt cheek.
"Here."
Then I kneaded her left butt cheek.
"Here. And your hips too."
"Oh." For a moment Shaheen bit her lip, and then she laughed.
"Then again," She said. "I have always had a big butt. Oh well, one has to eat, and your uncle doesn't seem to mind!"
"I see." My hand was still on her rump. "Well, some people do like a big butt!"
"That they do, beta. Now ... you naughty boy ... get your badmaash hands off my peechwade!"
"Er ... of course, mamani."
I immediately stopped kneading her gaand and withdrew my hands.
Then Shaheen pointed at my underwear and giggled.
"Nazu beta!" She grinned. "Please go and put on some pants. At least wear that shorts of yours, no matter how small it is. The maid will soon be here, and I don't want her to get the wrong idea! Especially when your lund is standing at attention like that!"
I had no way to hide a noticeable bulge in my drawers, so feeling rather mortified, I managed a squeak.
"Yes, mamani."
"I mean," Shaheen continued, "I don't mind you wearing an underwear to bed in the evening, but in the day time please be decently attired when you come out of the bedroom. This IS a shareef gharana (respectable home), you know!"
"Yes, mamani."
I fled to my room to change and put on some decent shorts (or half-pants, as they are called in India).
When I came back downstairs, the table was set, and I joined barey mamani at the table. The maid had arrived, and was in the kitchen, busy. We enjoyed our breakfast in relative quiet.
"You had a good night sleep last night, barey mamani?" I could not help but ask. "I was tired and had fallen asleep early."
"Ah, yes, I saw." Shaheen replied. Was it my imagination or was there a grin on her face. "Beta, I had a very nice sleep last night. You are quite the hugger."
"Uh? What do you mean, mamani?"
"I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, you were snoring." Shaheen answered. If only she knew! "I then actually placed your arm around my hips just so I could snuggle close to you, beta."
"Oh, I see."
"And then," Shaheen giggled. "Even in your sleep you cuddled close to me and hugged me from behind, pressing yourself against me."
"Oh, I am so sorry, mamani. I didn't know-"
"Oh, don't be sorry, beta!" Shaheen dismissed my apologies. "It was quite nice, actually. I fell asleep in your warm embrace quite easily. It was good to be hugged like that in the night in a long while, beta. Even if your lund was poking me from the back!"
"Oh, mamani." I managed to squawk. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize-"
"Oh beta! Don't worry! I am just teasing you. I am just having some fun!" Shaheen laughed. "And you know, your mamu doesn't hug me like that any more in bed. He just plonks down and goes to sleep. We old ladies don't get much love."
"Oh, you are not old, barey mamani!"
"You say I am barey, but not old!" Shaheen laughed again. She was enjoying teasing me. "Alright, so what are your plans for the day? Swimming in the lake?"
Even as I continued the conversation, I could not help but revel in what Shaheen told me. She liked the way I cuddled her. She openly was talking about my lund -- my penis, and how it "poked" her. Was it my imagination or was my normally conservative aunt flirting with me, and giving me some hints? Or was I completely off base and this was just a loving aunt doting on her favourite nephew and having a banter with him?
"Ah, Pushpita!" Suddenly my aunt beckoned at the maid as she entered the room. "Stay in the kitchen. I have some work to discuss with you."
"Yes, didi." Pushpita the maid servant, a young girl, probably twenty years old, nodded and went back to the kitchen.
"I will be right back, Nazu."
I finished my breakfast and decided to return the plate to the kitchen sink. As I walked, I overheard my aunt instructing the maid.
"And clean out all the laundry room baskets. I want you to take all the clothes and wash them and hang them out to dry on the clothesline before you leave."
"Yes, didi." Clearly the maid knew her tasks.
"Every laundry basket." Shaheen was saying. "Well, except the one in MY bathroom."
"Why, didi?"
"Um ... it has a rather delicate salwar kameez. You will just spoil it. I will wash it myself."
"Yes, didi."
My aunt was preventing the maid from seeing her cum stained dress! If I had any doubt that she didn't know what happened last night, they were now gone.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. It almost seemed like we were both waiting for the night to come. Or at least I was; I am sure my aunt didn't care in the least. I spent some time swimming in the lake. The hot and humid summer of Kolkata was long forgotten with the nice and balmy day by the lake here in Tinpur. It was refreshing to go for a swim. Lot of other lodges and villas backed on to the lake, so there were quite a few people there -- neighbours of my uncles.
Shaheen herself didn't join me, but promised to do so sometime. She lounged around on the deck in her nightie, reading a book and snoozing in the afternoon sun. Truly, the life of a rich woman in India is far different that a poor one!
In the late afternoon after lunch we both went down to the village market. Shaheen had to do some shopping and I just wanted to accompany her. We visited few shops and barey mamani even bought an ice cream that she shared with me (I didn't want one initially). It was a treat to lick the cone in the same place that she was licking it. I told you I was a pervert!
I carried her shopping back with me, and she complimented me on how strong and respectful a young man I had grown up to be.
Dinner was a quiet affair. I usually don't eat much at night, and today had been a high calorie day. Shaheen even offered to feed me with her own hands, but I didn't overeat. After dinner, I helped her clear up and then we both watched a movie for some time.
It was an old horror movie -- The Omen -- and Shaheen cuddled up against me under a blanket. I spent most of the movie with my arms around her waist, occasionally straying to her bum. A couple of times when I would make a joke to lessen the suspense of the movie she would laugh and either tousle my hair or give me a kiss. Later, when I would recollect that evening, I realized we kissed quite a few times. Either I would lean in and give her a kiss on her cheek, or she would kiss me. While we were giving each other a platonic kiss on the cheeks, those kisses did seem to get closer and closer to our mouths.
A few other times she told me how bravely I was watching the movie while she had her eyes shut. Again I would then lean in and kiss her, saying she was a nice mamani for saying so. The whole time I had a hard on, almost evident in my shorts, which I was hoping was not visible to her in the darkness of the room. When the movie ended, Shaheen remarked, almost wistfully, that it was time to go to bed.
"Yes, mamani." I stood up, and then once again leaned in and gave her a kiss on her right cheek. "Let's go. I have to cuddle in bed with my favourite mamani. And poke her with my lund."
"Hehe, you naughty boy! OK, let's go, beta."
Shaheen giggled like a naughty school girl. Then she suddenly reached out and pinched my left butt cheek!
"Time to put on your underwear, Nazu!"
I looked at her in surprise and she winked.
"I know you have been wanting to get back in your underwear for sometime, beta!"
I feigned some playful indignation.
"So you can pinch my butt cheek, but I can't touch your peechwade?" I asked her.
Shaheen authoritatively placed a hand on my behind and gave me a squeeze. My own conservative aunt was now fondling my bum.
"No, Nazu. I am your barey mamani. YOU have to do what I tell you. You can put your arms around my waist -- that's it. And you DID knead my butt in the morning, pretending to talk to me about my weight, you besharam ladka!"
It felt strange. Usually I was the one groping women. Here was one of them groping me. I laughed and gave Shaheen another hug and wrapped my arms around her. With my arm around her waist, and her hand on my butt, now groping me openly, we both walked up the stairs to the bedroom.
Once in Shaheen's room, I quickly went to the bathroom. I left the door slightly open. I knew Shaheen wouldn't enter. I stood and urinated. Shaheen must have heard the sound of me peeing in the commode.
"Make sure you clean up after!" She yelled.
"I will, mamani!"
"And close the door next time, beta! I could hear you peeing!"
"I don't care, mamani!"
"Naughty. Very naughty, you are."
After that, I brushed my teeth with her toothbrush, washed up myself, and then stripped off my shorts. It was time to wear my underwear, which I had left hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom door.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I could see Shaheen was seated on the stool in front of her dressing table, brushing her long luscious hair. She was still wearing her cotton nightie. Looked like she would be wearing that loose maxi to bed tonight.
I got into bed and pulled up the covers. It was Shaheen's turn to go to the bathroom. I knew she would take her time, so I pondered on what to do.
Should I repeat what I did yesterday? Should I just roll my underwear, expose myself, and pretend to be asleep? I did have a fun night last night, and it seemed to have no repercussions. I badly wanted to do it.
But I was also aware that my aunt probably thought it was a one off accident. Do it again and she might even suspect I wasn't really sleeping. No, I decided, I was better off playing it safe and seeing what happened.
So I covered myself and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Shaheen came out of the bathroom. She had taken a quick shower, so her hair was all still wet and clung to her. Even her nightie seemed to hug her tightly. Through my half shut eyes, I could see the top of her maxi stick to her breasts, her body's wetness almost making the soft material of the cloth transparent. I could faintly make out the shape of her areoles. She wasn't wearing a bra -- my mamani had nothing on under that maxi!
I remained perfectly still, making gently snoring sounds. My aunt came and stood next to the bed, looking at me.
Was it my wishful thinking, or did a slight look of disappointment cross her face? It was only for the briefest of moments. Then she got into bed, and then, turning sideways so that her back was to me, immediately took my arm and placed it on her hip. Almost instinctively, as if I was moving in my sleep, I took the chance to wrap my arm to around her front, placing my hand just under her breasts, and press myself onto her back. My dick, raging hard inside my underwear, pressed against her bum.
I badly wanted to rub myself against her, and cum, but I knew today I had to play it safe. So, hugging her tightly, and softly, "accidentally", caressing her boobs from time to time, my hard dick pressed against the crack of her behind, I fell asleep, as did she.
For the next two days, this sort of détente continued. It was as if both of us were afraid to cross some sort of red line. We were OK with fooling around or being playful, but there was a limit.
I would kiss her often. I would kiss her on seeing her first thing in the morning, or upon finishing breakfast, or after coming out of the shower, or if I wanted to ask her to watch some TV with me, or during a conversation just because I felt like it.
The kisses kept getting closer to her mouth, until I was practically kissing her on the edge of her lips. Shaheen didn't seem to mind, giggling enthusiastically every time I took her in my arms to kiss her. Sometimes, when we were sitting on the sofa, I would wrap my arms around her hips and say, "Barey mamani, let's play the kissing game."
I would then kiss her once, and she would then kiss me twice. I would then kiss her twice, and she would then kiss me thrice. And it would continue, until our cheeks were completely wet and sloppy, and then she would place a hand on my thigh, softly stroke it and say, "OK, beta, chalo. You had your fun. Look how hard your lund is. Let me go now."
And I would reluctantly take my hands off her hips.
She would pat and grope my butt from time to time whenever she felt like it. Whenever we were in the kitchen, talking, she would sometimes pat my butt. Sometime she would laugh and give me a squeeze there. But I was of course not allowed to touch her there. And I was not allowed to wear the underwear in the house in day time. She was very firm about this. Only at night, after dinner, would I be allowed to roam around the house in my underwear.
This continued for a couple of days. We kissed often. She talked about my hard penis often. Once I even joked about her touching me there to see how hard it really was, but all I got was a clip in the ear from an aunt, who pretended to be angry but was giggling at my indecent suggestion. I kissed her again after that. And then she groped my butt. This was something she would do often in those two days as well.
Before I recount what happened on the fateful Thursday, let me say what happened on Wednesday morning, after breakfast.
We had just finished breakfast, and the maid had cleaned the dishes and took our leave. I was seated in the living room, watching a European soccer game. My aunt was in the bedroom, on the phone, talking with her husband. Suddenly I heard her call out to me.
"Nazu. Beta. Come upstairs here for a moment."
I shut the TV and walked upstairs to her bedroom, wondering what was going on.
Shaheen was dressed in another loose silk nightie. She had a tape measure in her hand.
"Beta." She said, turning to me and holding out the tape measure. "Your uncle is getting some new dresses made for me for Eid. Unfortunately I have neglected to get measured by the tailor when I was back in town."
"Oh." I replied, nodding. I was taking in the situation, while my mind was racing a 100 miles an hour. "You want my help in taking some measurements?"
"Yes. If you don't mind please." My aunt smiled. "I can take my waist and hips, but the other stuff is tough."
"Yes, barey mamani." I took the tape measure. "But can I say something, mamani?"
"Yes?" Shaheen had an curious look on her face. "What?"
"Barey mamani, do you usually wear a nightie when you go to the tailor for measurements?"
It took a minute for Shaheen to understand my question. She almost didn't know how to react, so she threw her had back and laughed nervously.
"Well, of course not! What a question! Why do you ask?"
"Well," I persisted with my logic. "The nightie is a very loose. If I measure you with that on, it would warp the measurements."
"Oh." Then Shaheen's eyes narrowed. "Surely you are not saying I should be naked in front of you, you naughty boy!"
"No! No!" I pretended to be indignant. "Of course not, mamani! How can you say that?"
I pretended to be so angry at that suggestion that Shaheen was easily mollified and put off guard. "I am sorry, beta. I was just joking, of course."
I pressed home my advantage.
"Why don't you dress in a petticoat and blouse, mamani?" I suggested. "That way you will be decently attired, and I can still take accurate measurements."
My aunt seemed to think about that for a minute, and then said, "But my waist will be showing na, beta!"
I shrugged. "I am your nephew, mamani."
"Beta." Shaheen was seriously considering this! It had just been a punt from me. "Promise you won't tease me or be naughty with me?"
"Not more than usual, barey mamani." I grinned.
"You won't feel the need to pinch my gaand or squeeze my peechwade, will you?"
"Er ... maybe only once or twice, barey mamani." I smiled. "I know you are not Taiba ..."
"Hmm. OK, leave the room and shut the door. Once I change, I will call you."
As I stood waiting outside the door, I was elated. I had not imagined in my wildest dreams that this would actually work. This would ACTUALLY FREAKING WORK! I had figured she would laugh this off as a friendly (and hopeful) banter, and scold me slightly, and then forget about it.
"Beta! I am ready. Please come."
Now she was actually calling me from the other side of the door, dressed in only a blouse and a petticoat!
Shaheen was standing shyly in the centre of the room. Her blouse was a blue one. It was evident since she didn't wear sarees often, she was short of a good blouse that fit her well. This one appeared to be one size too small, almost squishing her breasts.
Then followed the big, bare, empty, naked and exposed waist. Shaheen was a tall lady, so there was a lot of area exposed from the edge of her blouse to the hemline of her petticoat.
"Wow. Mamani." I could not help but comment. "You look like a Bollywood item number!"
"Hush, badmaash." My aunt giggled. "You promised not to tease me. Now come and start the measurements."
"Yes, ma'am." I made her a mock salute and got nearer to her, standing behind her. She had a small notepad in her hand. I could hear her breathing. It was getting faster, and a bit more rapid. I could already see goosebumps on her hand.
"Let's start with the neck." She said, maintaining a calm voice. "Put the tape around my neck and take that simple measurement."
"Yes, mamani."
I did as she asked and read aloud the measurement, which she noted in her notepad.
"Now take my waist measurement." She said. "For this, you will measure the slimmest part of my natural waistline."
"Hmm." I took the tape measure, walked around so I was facing her and then placed a finger on her navel. "Start from here?"
As I touched her, I noticed she gave a little shiver, before she composed herself again.
"No, a little higher please. Now wrap it around my waist and tell me."
I pressed one end of the tape measure to just above her navel, and then traced the measure around her waist. As I walked around her, my hand remained in contact with her waist, brushing her all the way until I had a complete circle of the tape measure around her. Holding it firmly, I read aloud the reading.
"OK." My aunt's voice was shaking a bit now. "Now let's measure my hips. This will be the widest part of my hips."
As she stood still, I placed one hand on Shaheen's belly, just below her belly button. Then with one hand I caressed her all the way around, my hands brushing the hemline of her petticoat, and then stroking her butt cheek one at a time, pressing into the crack of her ass, before coming to rest in a full circle with the tape measure around her hips. I gave her the measurement.
"That ... was ... good." Her voice was definitely shaking now. "Now we have to measure my bust."
I pretended not to understand.
"What's that?" I asked her in a puzzled tone. "And how do you measure that?"
My aunt looked like she wanted to take the tape from my hands, but I guess it was tough to measure your own bustline accurately. So she relented and said, "Measure around the fullest part of ... of ... of my boobs, beta."
I placed one end of the tape measure on right boob. My left hand was actually on her blouse, right over her nipple, clasping the start of the tape measure. Then I slowly pressed the tape against the side of her breasts, before snaking it around her behind, and then repeating the treatment to her left boob and nipple. I then held the measure firmly against her bust.
"Is this tight enough, mamani?"
Shaheen was staring at the floor, not meeting my eyes. She finally looked up and said, "Yes, beta. I think it should be fine."
I gave her the measurement, which she wrote down. I then took her sleeve measurements, before she then asked me to take the "bottom length".
"You will measure hip point to ankle tip, beta." Shaheen explained.
Once again I caressed the side of her bare waist, before sliding my hand down her thigh, and then over her leg before coming to rest at her ankle. I read aloud my reading, before repeating it with her other leg.
"Thank you, beta." Shaheen beamed. "That was quite helpful. I will send them to your mamu right away."
"And I didn't even pinch you gaand once." I told her. "See, you can trust me."
Shaheen chuckled.
"OK, beta. Chalo. One pinch. Go ahead."
I didn't even waste a second. In an instant my fingers were on her right butt cheek, and I pinched her hard.
"OUCH! OK, chaalo, badmaash! Let go of my butt now."
Reluctantly, I obeyed her.
"Now, beta, go downstairs while I change into my nightie."
"Yes, mamani."
That had been Wednesday. Once again, the rest of the day had passed just like the other days, and I refrained from pulling any dirty tricks at night.
On Thursday morning, I woke up at 9 am. Naturally, Shaheen had woken up long ago and I was alone in the room.
The bright light of the late morning shone through the curtains on the huge windows of the room. It was going to be a scorcher of a day, I realized, as I sat up in the bed and yawned. I stretched, and then decided to freshen up. I removed the covers off me, and then my eyes fell at my genitals.
My poor dick, I thought as I glanced my turgid cock peeking out from my underwear's slit. I haven't been having the time to take care of you.
I normally masturbate at least once a day. I was counting on being in my own room every night to take care of business, but here I was, sleeping with my mamani. I had only been able to cum twice so far, both of the times on my aunts (Taiba and Shaheen) in bed when they were sleeping on my first day here. I could hardly keep on doing that without them saying something.
I would have to go somewhere where I could be alone, and take care of business. The whole day though, for the last two days, I was with Shaheen mamani. Even today we are supposed to go out together this evening for a burger at the only western style burger place in Tinpur. And at night we were in the same bed. I would not be alone by myself any time. For these last forty eight hours, my dick had screamed for relief and found none. Especially yesterday when I had been taking her measurements.
So now, when I would be in the bathroom freshening up, would be the only time to give my poor aunt-obsessed dick some relief.
I slipped in to the washroom. Once again, leaving the door slightly ajar, I stripped off all my clothes so that I was now completely naked. I then urinated, and then cleaned myself, and then brushed my teeth (with mamani's toothbrush, again).
Suddenly my eye caught something. It was a panty!
I went and picked it up. It was in the laundry basket. It must have been the panty that my aunt wore last night. It was made of silk, very light and velvety to touch, and soft. I sniffed it slightly. It had a faint musky odour in it.
"Oh Shaheen!" I uttered, as I wrapped the soft panty around my rock hard penis and started to rub myself. "Oh, mamani!"
The same panty that had rubbed against my aunt's pubic area last night was now rubbing against my cock. The smooth silky touch of her undergarment on my penis sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I imagined this was mamani's love canal that was rubbing against my phallus, and not just her cloth. My penis was brushing against her innermost folds. I was in her. I was going to and fro into her.
"Oh, mamani!"
There's a reason why girls rub their man's crotch, even if he is wearing pants. The tip of our penis is extremely sensitive. Right now, even with mamani's panty wrapped around my dick, I was softly stroking myself, touching myself, imagining that I was slowly, methodically fucking my aunty.
"Oh, mamani!"
I couldn't control myself. In the end, the two days I had spent hugging, kissing, touching, cuddling, spooning and rubbing against my aunt came out in one wild moment as I started to cum. I spurted and ejaculated and began to leak oodles of cum. It filled up the panty and then overflowed and fell to the floor.
"Oh, mamani!"
I was still taking her name as the last drops of my cum hit the floor. For a moment I was lost; and then I slowly began to gather my senses. It had been a lot of cum.
Suddenly, to my utter surprise, the door of the bathroom flew open.
"Well, Nazu I ... oh ... I ... sorry!"
In a trice I had turned myself so that my back was to her, and crouched so I was hiding the panty in my hands, clutched at my tummy. There was of course no way I could prevent my back or my buttocks from being in plain view. Or the distinct smell of cum in the air.
My aunt caught the sight of my glorious naked behind in full glory, especially as I was crouched, with my back to her, hiding the panty near my tummy. It almost felt like payback for the time I had taken in the sight of her, naked and squatting, with her back to me, peeing in the jungle.
"I am sorry. I am sorry!" Clearly flustered, Shaheen blabbered out. "I didn't realize you were here ... I am so sorry."
"It's OK, mamani." I croaked, still with my back to her. "I should have locked the door."
For a moment no one spoke. I am sure Shaheen could smell the cum in the air, or see the actual jizz on the floor. I wondered if she would say anything
"I should have knocked. I am so sorry." Shaheen said once more, and then added, "Nice and firm butts, Nazu! You must work out."
"Oh mamani. Please leave! You are embarrassing me."
"Oh, of course, I am sorry." Shaheen laughed, then turned around. She gently shut the door. I heaved a small sigh of relief. I don't think she had seen me with her panty in my hands.
"Nazu! I wanted to give you your shorts." Shaheen told me from the other side of a now closed door. "The maid's here a little early, and I know your new pants were in your luggage in room, so I went to get it. I was going to hang it on the bathroom door. I will leave it on the bed now. Please wear this when you come downstairs, and not your underwear."
"Yes, mamani."
About fifteen minutes later I was in my aunt's bedroom. I had taken a shower and was now dressed in a T-shirt and the shorts she had brought me. I could hear the maid dusting and cleaning as I went downstairs.
I wondered what I would say to my aunt. She had actually praised my buttocks! Was I reading too much into that? Maybe it was just her flustered, harmless way of trying to diffuse an awkward situation with an even awkward comment. Or was she genuinely hinting at something to me?
No, I shook my head. Shaheen is an orthodox, conservative lady. She is NOT Taiba. Shaheen knew I had cummed on her dress, yet she hid it from the maid and didn't mention of it to me in an attempt to bury the situation. Despite us being playful and flirting, she had not progressed with anything in the bedroom, even though she could. I must not read too much into that mention of my buttocks. She had been touching, fondling and groping my bum for a couple of days, true, but she hasn't done anything much else. And in return, she had allowed me to kiss her often.
Then again, I asked myself, had she heard me take her name while I was masturbating? Did she realize that I was using her dirty panty to masturbate to? She has seen me completely naked, even if she hadn't seen me masturbate. What would her reaction to me be now, knowing I was using her panties to masturbate?
I was really in dangerous territory here, I realized. First of all, we were aunt and nephew, and that meant I had to respect our family relationship. At the same time, we were fooling around with each other, teasing and flirting playfully, even if it was just innocent fun. This could only end up with one of us doing something inappropriate, or it could lead to a wild, fun and a memorable time for both of us. The hard part was knowing what my aunt exactly wanted. Too bad she couldn't be as clear and straight forward as Taiba.
Shaheen was adding milk to the boiling tea water on the stove when I entered the kitchen.
"Good morning mamani." I told her and went to sit at the bar stool.
"What, no kiss for your old aunt?" Shaheen asked me, somewhat mischievously. "Usually I can't get away from your kisses."
"Oh, of course, mamani. I am sorry." My heart lifted. Shaheen was still behaving normally with me. She mustn't have realized what I had been doing! Or was she? Is she flirting with me? But ... I normally kiss her anyways. She is just asking me for a kiss. That's all.
I.
MUST.
NOT.
READ.
TOO.
MUCH.
INTO.
THIS.
I gave her a tight hug and then a sloppy wet kiss on each of her cheeks, brushing the edge of her lips.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Mmm! Mamani!" I exclaimed. "You smell nice! You must have put on a perfume."
Shaheen patted my cheek and playfully slapped me, slightly.
"Chal besharam!" She giggled. "Stop flirting with your old aunt. I smell the same!"
"No really." I told her. "First Taiba mamani, now you! It's a nice scent. What's the cologne, tell me!"
"I know." Shaheen went back to pouring the tea in the mugs. "I decided I have a young, handsome guy in this house who roams around in his underwear, so I need to look and smell nice."
"Now who's flirting?" I asked, and got another playful slap. This one was a little tighter, and left a sting on my cheeks.
"Ow, mamani! You said you will only slap me if I pinch your bottom!"
My aunt laughed.
"Chal, betameez! You have set your target on my gaand for some time now! That one pinch wasn't enough, beta?"
She then placed a cup in front of me.
"Here's your tea, beta. The maid will soon make your breakfast."
For some time we sipped our tea in peace, making small talk about the government and the infrastructure of India and my school. Then Shaheen stood up, taking the mugs to the sink, and then once again turned the conversation to the incident of this morning.
"Beta, I am so sorry for barging in on you like this in the morning." She said, her back to me and she was running some water through the cups. "My mind was thinking that the maid shouldn't see you in your underwear, and I wasn't really... concentrating, you know!"
"I ..." I was blushing a bright red. "It's OK, mamani. It was a mistake; I should have locked the door."
"No. No." Shaheen insisted it was her mistake. "I should have knocked. I should be used to you not locking or shutting the door by now."
"I live in a dorm in my room by myself." I tried to explain. "I am not used to shutting the door of my bathroom."
"Or being dressed in something more than an underwear." My aunt giggled.
"Well, that too. In fact, many times I sleep in the nude."
"Oh?" My aunt raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that ... I don't know ... doesn't that make you ... uneasy? I would never be ... able to ... sleep like that."
"Do you and mamu always put your clothes back on after ... you know ... you both ... er ... have sex?"
"Well." Shaheen blushed a bright red as I asked her about her sex life, but I noticed she didn't get angry, nor did she avoid the question. "Most of the time it's only my bottom that is off and that's all your uncle needs! And he doesn't take much time either, your uncle!"
I quietly digested the fact that my conservative aunt was now talking to me freely about how her husband fucked her.
Then my aunt turned around, facing me, and switched the topic once more on my buttocks.
"Beta, I couldn't help but notice." She said, and gave a nervous laughter. "You have very nice, firm buttocks. Very tight!"
"Oh mamani!" I croaked, going bright red again. "You are embarrassing me now!"
"No, I don't mean to." Shaheen once again seemed flustered. She then suddenly reached behind her own back and cupped her own butt cheeks with her hands.
"My bum," She said, squeezing one of her butt cheeks, "is SO BIG! I need to do some workout, beta. Maybe you can show me some exercises, Nazu. I want a nice, shapely butt like yours. Mine is SO BIG!"
For some time, I just watched as my aunt groped her own behind.
"My gaand has always been big, beta, but in the last few years I feel it has become much bigger."
She squeezed one side, and then the other, as she complained about the bigness of her derriere.
"When I walk in the streets now, beta, people stare at me. Like, I know in India women get stared at all the time, but I feel like especially in Kolkata and here in Tinpur, everyone is looking at my big behind."
I hardly followed her complaints, as I watched her hand on her bum, squeezing her own bottom.
"It's so hard for me to buy modest clothes, you know." Shaheen moaned. "Taiba has been after me to start wearing saris, and I think I might just have to. All these salwars make my peechwade stand out!"
I watched as she patted her own ass.
"Can't take your eyes of my butt?" Shaheen suddenly asked me, still in a playful tone. She had caught me looking, and not listening to her.
"I am sorry, mamani." I apologized, going very red faced. I was mortified. My aunt had come to me with a genuine problem and I was now caught staring at her ass.
My normally conservative aunt made no effort to move her hands away from her own behind.
"On the other hand, some men seem to be infatuated with my gaand. Like, say, you." Shaheen said, somewhat proudly said running her hands over her buttocks. She cupped one of her butt cheeks.
"I really think it's too big, Nazu, and I am really hoping you can show me some work out exercises. But you know what also? I have seen people, especially those lower class labourers, stare at me when I am out with your mamu. Now here even you are fascinated by my peechwade!"
I could feel my manhood strain against the thin material of shorts. I had just cum, but I felt I could cum again. The sight of my aunt tracing her big derriere with her hands, combined with her casual remarks about her rear end was extremely arousing.
"Do you know," Shaheen continued, cupping each of her butt cheeks in turn, "they are really firm and bubbly, but feel soft in your hands."
"Ooh." I uttered, and then unable to control myself, I blurted out, "Mamani, can I please squeeze them?"
For a second, there was absolute silence. It was as if I had broken some unknown code. Yes, my aunt had just spent the last few minutes talking about her butt, and yes I had been unusually free with her these last two days, but that was strictly platonic. Or ... was it? She had repeatedly warned me never to touch her bottom. And yet, here we were, she was flaunting her behind and I was asking her if I could grope her.
"You ... want ... to ... squeeze ... them? You want to squeeze my gaand?" Shaheen repeated my request, and then raised an eyebrow. "Why, beta? I have told you, Nazu, I am not Taiba."
"Please, mamani. PLEASE!" I wanted to say. "I have always wanted to feel you there, mamani. You have a very nice peechwade."
Instead, what I said was, "I need to see how firm or flabby they are. I have to see what exercises I have to give you."
"Oh." Shaheen bit her lip. "In that case, just a little touch, then, Nazu beta. And please don't pinch me! And tell me what exercise to do, na?"
I didn't need a second invitation. In a trice I was beside her, my hands on her big bum. I had never touched her this intimately before. She playfully wriggled her buttocks before I attacked her, diving in for my experience of pure ecstasy. My fingers were now pressing and squeezing her in ways I have never pressed and squeezed her before.
"What do you think?" Shaheen asked me with a twinkle in her eye as I groped her and squeezed her and pinched her down there.
"Oh, yes, mamani! Thank you mamani!" I wanted to say. "As you said, your gaand is indeed soft to touch, but extremely firm!"
Instead, I told her, trying to keep my voice from shaking, "You don't have too much fat in there, mamani. Your ass is very firm."
"Really? You flatter me!" Shaheen arched her back and tried to glance at her behind, while making no affect to remove my roving hands. She was loving this! As for me, I could hardly believe my self. I was actually feeling up my aunt!
"Mamani." I patted and then gently pinched her on her bum. "If you just control your intake of food to say 1200-1400 calories a day or so, and eat healthy, I bet you will have a gaand you will be proud of."
I then used both hands to spread her ass cheeks a bit, and then placed one hand in the crack of her behind. My aunt stood there helplessly as I molested her like a lecher. I then pinched her rump again, causing her to yelp.
"Most of this is just water weight, mamani."
'Thank you, beta." My aunt thanked me as I continued to grope her. Then she said, almost reluctantly, "The maid will be in here anytime, beta. If she sees you ... like this ..."
Her voice trailed off as I continued my assault on her buttocks.
"Yes, mamani." After almost another minute, and very reluctantly, I lifted my hands up from her big ass. I raised my hand and gave it a sharp whack. I heard my aunt gasp. I then gave it another whack, and then a squeeze, and then let her go.
We were both somewhat disconcerted. I had a huge tent in my shorts, my penis bursting to cum and ready to erupt at any moment now. Shaheen was breathing rapidly, her face flush red, and small beads of nervous perspiration on her shoulders and neck.
"I am going to the living room and watching some TV." I told her. "When the maid has made breakfast, she can call me."
"Um ... yes, yes Nazu beta." Shaheen stammered and then replied. "I will tell her."
Her eyes fell on the big bulge in my shorts. She gasped and averted her eyes. I hastily went to the living room and switched on the TV.
Although there was a soccer match going on, I didn't pay any attention to the screen. My mind was still processing on what had just happened. One minute we had been sipping tea, having a typical aunt nephew conversation. The next minute I was fondling her ass. Did she really think I needed to touch and squeeze her bum to tell her of a few exercises? And she saw my bulge, for sure, and yet didn't say anything this time. And this morning ... had she seen me masturbate into her panty?
One thing was sure. I was now walking on eggshells. My relation with this conservative aunt of mine was going to change, one way or the other. I heard the maid come back to the kitchen and talk with Shaheen. I slowly walked back to see if I could overhear anything that would shed some light on the situation.
"All cleaned upstairs, didi." Pushpita told her. "And I brought all the dirty clothes from all the laundry baskets downstairs to be washed."
"Good." Shaheen replied. "And what about my bathroom?"
"I left that lone, didi." The maid answered. "You told me you will wash your own clothes from that bathroom."
"Yes, I did. Did you see any cloth there though?"
"There was a panty there, didi." The maid tried to recollect. "I remember as I almost picked it up before I remembered what you said. It was wet though. Did you wash it already, and forget to put it on the clothesline."
I had wet that panty after I cum in it, and then wrung it out before leaving it in the laundry basket. I wondered what Shaheen was thinking about it now.
"I think I did." Shaheen finally said. "I will take a look at it. You go make Nazu's breakfast now."
"Yes, didi."
"And after that, when he is done," Shaheen continued, "Give me a massage. I will be in my bed."
"Yes, didi. And what about Nawaz baba himself? Does he need a massage from me?"
"You can ask him." Shaheen replied. "He is very shy though, especially around women. Only with me and his other mamanis is he close."
"Yes, didi."
Breakfast was a quiet affair. Shaheen wasn't there. Apparently she was busy checking some email and going through some correspondence. I wonder if she was purposely avoiding me. Pushpita was in the kitchen, busy with preparing some vegetables, as I ate my breakfast in silence. After wards, as she cleaned the table, the maid asked me if I wanted a massage from her.
"I ..." I didn't want to sound too eager, so I pretended to think about it. "Not today, I have to go out soon. Maybe tomorrow or the day after."
"Yes, baba. Just let me know. I am going to massage your aunt soon. I can give good massages. You will be very relaxed. I will take proper care, baba. You will be very happy with my massage."
She seemed to stress the word 'happy'.
"Yes, Pushpita. I will let you know."
I had to head out to the main village market as I had some work to do for my uncle. I went upstairs to my room, freshened up and changed. I then walked over to my aunt's room. This was the same bedroom where I was sleeping with her at night. I knocked on the door.
"Come in."
I opened the door. My aunt had her back to me. She was standing by the window sill, her hands on the window ledge, with her back to me, and she was looking out to the street. I looked at her bum. Her back was arched, and her butts were prominent. She was still dressed in that silky nightie.
She was looking so desirable. So tasty. So inviting. For a second, I was lost in hunger. And then I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I walked up to her, and placed a hand on her ass, cupping her left butt cheek. I could see Shaheen stiffen.
"Mamani," I told her, gently squeezing her bum, and leaning in. "I am going to the market to get those few things mamu wanted for the lodge, and to take care of some chores for him."
"Er ... yes, Nazu beta." Shaheen answered, her breathing becoming rapid.
Using my hold on her bum as a rudder, I firmly turned her body around so that Shaheen was now facing me, my arms around her waist and on her bum. Her eyes stared at the floor as I continued to knead her bum.
"I will see you in a couple of hours, mamani." I let go of her behind, and then leaned in and kissed her smack on the lips. Shaheen initially kept her eyes closed, as usual, when she thought I was going to kiss her cheeks, but her eyes popped open in surprise as I pressed my lips against hers.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"I will see you in a few hours, mamani."
"OK, Nazu beta." She finally looked up and smiled at me. It was a nervous, yet a very beautiful smile. "I will see you when you are back."
As I turned around and left the room, my thoughts were on that smile. What a smile! I just couldn't wait for tonight. Something was going to happen -- something!