I returned in the evening.
For the whole of Monday afternoon that I had been out, a sense of panic had gripped me. It had been with me ever since I had left the lodge. I still could not believe I had taken the initiative and made an advance on my aunt. My conservative, orthodox aunt. For so long we had been playing footsies and tip toeing around each other, but suddenly I had grabbed the bull by the horns. Or in this case, grabbed the lady of the house by her buns.
The whole day as I had done my work and chores my mind had gone back to that moment. That grab. That kiss. And somehow - I was fearing the worst. It seemed all fine at the moment, but now? What have it done? What would Shaheen think once I had left?
It was dark when I returned. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. Finding it somewhat strange, I opened the door with the key that Shaheen had given me. Upon entering the house, I found it eerily quiet.
For a second I was worried. Where was my aunt? Had she left? Did ... my behaviour with her in the morning ... cause her to flee? Oh my goodness, if that was the case, what would I say to my family!
I had literally molested my aunt, groped and fondled her, and then fingered her anus, kissed her forcefully, and she fled her own house when I was away, fearing even more sexual assault from me!
Calm down, tiger, I told myself. You know Shaheen was also playing with you. Just ... calm down.
I took a few deep breaths and managed to calm myself. C'mon! This was just my own hyperactive imagination running away on steroids. Maybe Shaheen was just napping and hadn't heard the doorbell.
After shutting and locking the front door, I ventured upstairs. I first checked in on Shaheen's bedroom - the one that I shared with her at night. Knocking, and hearing no answer, I opened the door.
She wasn't in there, but then I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Tiptoeing to the bathroom door, I heard her in there. She was actually singing to herself as she showered!
Phew!
So that's why no one answered the door, because she simply hadn't heard it over the sound of the water and her own voice! A sense of relief came over me as I slowly banished my extreme imagination of my aunt running away to the police. She was singing - so she must be in a happy place! Shaheen was simply taking an evening shower. Probably getting ready for a night of fun with me. Oh my! My imagination then started to run in the other direction and I soon found myself standing in Shaheen's room with a hard on.
Calm down again, tiger, I told myself. You made a bold move, now wait and see the response.
I went to my own room, and decided to take a small shower as well. Fifteen minutes later, refreshed, I decided to go downstairs for a cup of tea before dinner. Feeling naughty, I had dressed in my underwear again, and a T-shirt. My aunt would hardly say anything, I realized. My conservative mamani was becoming accustomed to seeing me in my small underwear. After this morning's episode where I had literally finger fucked her ass, I had high hopes for tonight.
We were supposed to go out for a burger later. I wondered if that's still on, given this morning's incidents where I had molested her, but we'll see. I was just ready to take her there and right then, if she was willing. Oh man was I ready to fuck her pussy. In fact, I was so horny - I would fuck any pussy. Even the maid's.
That's when the accident happened.
Shaheen had gone down after her shower and had been boiling water in a pot on the stove to make tea, when someone had called her on the phone. So responsibly she switched off the stove and went to take the call. She didn't even realize at first that I was home. The water inside the pot, though, was still boiling hot.
You can see where this was going.
When I had walked in to the kitchen, I saw my aunt on the phone, and a pot on the stove which was switched off. I wanted to make tea, and I thought the pot was empty, so I went to grab the pot and fill it with water.
AAAAH!
Immediately I let go of the pot. It was hot! I had scalded my hands. The pot landed back on the stove, and immediately tipped over, splashing hot water everywhere. Some of it fell on my legs and thighs. My small underwear meant my whole legs, almost right up to my balls, were exposed, and boiling hot water splashed everywhere.
OW! OW! OW! OW!
I was immediately screaming and grimacing in pain. My aunt immediately hung up and came running to me.
"Nazu! Nazu! What happened? OH MY GOD!"
In a trice Shaheen, a trained nurse, knew what had happened. It was clear that I had scalded my hands, with most of my palm in pain, and portions of my leg, including the upper thigh. My aunt immediately saw what had happened and tried to calm me down.
"Nazu! Calm down! Listen to me! Nazu!"
I, however, was ashamed to say, was anything but calm. The pain, especially near my groin, was immense. I was howling and jumping around.
"Oh my God! It stings! Barey mamani! It stings! I am burning! Oh my God! Mamani!"
"Nazu! Calm down! It'll be OK. Listen to me, Nazu!"
I wasn't calming down at all - in fact, I was having a panic attack. My aunt decided to calm me the only way she knew how.
SLAP!
Shaheen raised her powerful right hand high and moved it fast. Before I could realize what was happening, her palm landed flat against my left cheek. Immediately my face started to sting as I reddened, partly in embarrassment, partly with pain. She then raised her hand again and swung it the other way.
SLAP!
She had slapped me again, this time on my right cheek. I stopped howling and looked at her. I could sense my feeling of panic slowly start to dissipate.
"I am extremely sorry for slapping you, Nazu beta, but I had to calm you down. Now let's see what happened."
I was now calm. Being suddenly bitch slapped by your aunt can make you very calm. Shaheen was now examining my fingers.
"OK, you have scalded your fingers. Most of your palm, actually."
My aunt, in a calm, professional manner, took me to the sink. She opened the taps and let them go, occasionally testing the temperature with her fingers. When she felt it was cool, but not ice cold, she held my hands under the running water.
"Keep your hands here, under the water, Nazu." Shaheen instructed. "This will relieve the pain. I will get you a pain killer later if needed."
"Yes, mamani." I said, sniffling between my tears. If it was someone else I doubt I would have cried, but I felt myself free to let go before my mamani. She kept hugging me even as I sniffled and held my arms firmly under the running water.
After almost about five minutes, she shut off the tap.
"Let me see." She examined my hands and made some 'tsk tsk' sounds.
"OK. This doesn't look that bad. I have to use a cold compress, and wrap this with sterile gauze bandages." She said. "I have a first aid kit in my room; we have to go there."
"Yes, mamani."
Shaheen held me by my shoulders and turned me around to face her.
"Anywhere else you have pain, beta?"
I mumbled something, but then looked downwards. My eyes had an embarrassed look in them.
"Beta!" Shaheen's voice was firm. "Where else did the water touch you?"
"I ... I ..." I didn't want to say it. The water had reached pretty high up my thigh.
"I see some on your thigh." She said, and then looked into my eyes. "Nazu, beta, it's OK."
Her hands were on the waistband of my underwear.
"Mamani!" I immediately cried out in alarm. "What are you doing?"
"Nazu!" My aunt's voice was loving, but stern. "I see most of your right thigh is wet, and I also see wet spots on your underwear. I have to see if there's any scalding."
"Mamani..." I croaked. "Please ... it's embarrassing ... I ... I am sure I will be fine. It's only my hands. I can look myself later."
"Nonsense!" Shaheen said. Her hands clasped the waistband of my underwear. "I have to see the burn. If it's bigger than your palm, we have to take you to the hospital, immediately."
"Mamani, please." I cringed. This was not how I had imagined being naked in front of my aunt. "Let me just ..."
"Your hands are scalded." Shaheen reminded me. Her hand had slowly started to pull down my underwear. "Besides, I am your aunt, beta. I am also a nurse. You have to let me see. Now keep quiet or I'll slap you again."
And so saying, she knelt down and pulled down my underwear in one firm tug. My briefs fell to my ankles.
That's it. That was the moment.
I was now butt naked from the waist down in front of my mamani. My dick sprang up and nearly hit her in the face.
"Hmm, at least we know that's alright."
Trying to make light of an embarrassing situation, my mamani only made it worse. I felt mortified. At that moment, I wanted to be anywhere but here. Shaheen then cast a professional nurse's look at my genitals.
"Please step out of the underwear, beta." Shaheen instructed me. I dutifully obeyed her, almost in a trance. If I wasn't in pain, this would have been too good to be true. Except that it wasn't.
She quickly caught hold of my flaccid penis with her left hand and lifted it up from my balls. Shaheen examined my scrotum. As she held me, my penis started to grow in size, and was now on its way to its full length. I was blushing a bright beetroot red.
"Oh God, please," I mumbled but Shaheen heard me.
"It's okay, beta. Act a little mature, will you?" Shaheen scolded me. "It's a good sign that your ... lund ... your penis ... is functioning and responding. And it's common for any man to get excited with a female's touch on his organ, doesn't matter who the female is. And you are a young man so it's completely expected."
Her words made my cock twitch. I knew she could feel it. As she was examining my testicles, my cock kept twitching in her hands. So now one hand of hers held my turgid phallus up, while with her other hand she touched my balls and gently examined my groin area.
"There's some wetness on your scrotum." She said, her fingers expertly examining my testes. "But I don't see any burns. Spread your legs, beta. Let me take a look at your thighs."
Shaheen let go of my penis and balls. My dick remained up, aroused and pointed, as she felt up my thighs and legs.
"You have some small burns." She said, briefly examining my thigh. "I think we can treat it at home; it's not a large area. Let's go upstairs to the bathroom in our bedroom."
Our bedroom. Not her bedroom.
Almost in a trance, I accompanied her upstairs, my aunt leading my by the arm. I was fully conscious now that I was very much naked from my waist down, wearing just a T-shirt, with my dick fully erect. As we walked up the stairs, my aunt supported me by holding me around my waist. Occasionally her palm would stray down to my bare bottom, but she would then wrap it back firmly around my hip.
Once we were in our room, she led me straight to the bathroom.
"Beta," She told me, "Please take off your T-shirt."
I looked at my aunt flabbergasted.
"But ... mamani ... I will be ..." I was at a loss for words.
My aunt gave me an unkind grin.
"Nazu. I have already seen all there is to see, don't you think?" She laughingly pointed at my dick. "Besides, I have to wash you all over."
"Er ... ok, mamani. But, um, please don't tell anyone, will you? It's embarrassing."
"OK, beta." Shaheen chuckled. "I won't if you don't. And I won't even pinch your gaand."
It was almost a reverse situation. Rather than me harassing my aunt, she was the one who now had me at her mercy. I was now completely, utterly, amazingly naked in front of my buxom aunt. Once we were in the bathroom, she made me sit on the bathtub. Here I should say her bathroom had a standing shower, which is what I usually used, and then a bathtub if you wanted to take a leisurely dip. That's where I was seated now.
Shaheen took the hand held shower nozzle and switched it on. She adjusted the taps until the temperature was to her liking, and then started to run the water at my legs.
"OOOOOOH." I exclaimed. "This is cold, mamani."
"It's coldish." Shaheen corrected me. "But not ice cold. I am slowly going to work the water up your legs, and then on to your lund."
"Yes, mamani."
Soon Shaheen was aiming the nozzle at my knees. There was a small burn area there, and it did sting initially, but then I got used to it.
"Spread your legs a bit, beta."
I obeyed her, so my balls now hit the cold edge of the porcelain tub. Shaheen expertly aimed the water at my inner thighs and genitals, letting the water flow for some time.
Then she bent in and grabbed my balls in her hand.
"Ooh." I cried out, as she aimed the water at my penis.
Cold (well, coldish) water poured out of the showerhead onto my genitals. Shaheen had my scrotum in her hands and gently kneaded my balls as she made sure every area of my groin got wet.
"That should do it." She said, shutting off the tap. I could see she had become a little wet herself from the water splashes, particularly near her chest. Her nightie clung to her body. Through the wetness of her dress, the shape of her areoles became highly prominent. I tried to look away, but my penis, first at her touch, and then at her sight, had a mind of its own. It was like a flagpole raised.
Completely ignoring my hapless aroused state, Shaheen turned and got out of the tub.
"Come, let's dry you." She took a towel and asked me to stand up. I stood up.
Shaheen began to rub me with a towel. She started with my head and hands, taking care to be gentle near the scalded areas. Then she rubbed my tummy and then knelt down. She rubbed my ankle and legs, before looking at my scrotum. My dick was semi-hard now.
"I am going to take a little closer look, ok, beta?" She asked me. "I want to make sure you haven't splashed any hot water there, ok, and there are no burns there, OK?"
"Er ..." I croaked. "If you think it's needed, mamani. You did examine me downstairs."
"Yes, I know." Shaheen told me, almost absent mindedly. "But I am going to take another look."
"As you wish, mamani." I was helpless to say anything else.
As I stood there, my aunt gently touched the tip of my penis. The reaction was almost immediate - I began to harden again.
"Um ... I am sorry, mamani." I squawked. "I don't know why ..."
"Shhh." My mamani shushed me, and continued her work. "Shut up, beta."
Firmly holding my penis with one hand, she examined it pretty closely, bringing it close to her face and peering at it attentively. She then ran a finger up and down my manhood, checking for any irregularities. After that she took one testicle in one palm, and gently kneaded it, at the same time inspecting for any scalding, and then repeated it for the other testicle. By the time she was done, I was rock hard, and a little precum was forming at the tip of my manhood.
My aunt stood up, and gave me a little smile.
"No burns or scalds there, you will be glad to know." She said, washing her hands in the sink. She then came back and glanced at my helpless aroused state and shook her head.
"I had forgotten how virile a young man can be." She remarked.
"I am sorry, mamani." I apologized once again. "Please don't think that ..."
"Nazu!" Shaheen held up one hand, silencing me. "You are a young man - this is to be expected. Frankly, I would be more surprised, and let's say a little insulted, if you didn't get hard, you know! You get hard from just kissing me, and here I am, holding it! I expect you to get hard!"
"Er ... thank you for understanding, mamani."
My aunt then went back to the bedroom, and called out to me.
"Come here, Nazu. Let's get you dressed before you catch a cold, beta."
She helped me into one of my T-shirts. I then glanced around at my bottom.
"Oh no." Shaheen told me. "I am afraid you have to remain naked like that for a while."
I looked at my aunt, completely surprised.
"But ... mamani ... I can't ... I mean ..."
"You will stay in bed." So saying, Shaheen made me lie down on the bed. The cold sheet of the bed against my naked bum made me feel tingly.
"I am going to cover you with a light sheet so you don't catch a cold," Shaheen told me, placing a bed sheet over me, "But I don't want any tight fabric rubbing your thighs. I want your bottom and your legs - and your big lund - exposed to the air so it heals faster."
"Er ... ok, mamani. If you say so."
"I am going to now rub an ointment on your burns." Shaheen fetched a tube from her medicine kit. "And also I am going to wrap your hands in bandages."
"But, mamani," I asked, "I need my hands ... I mean ... I have to go to the bathroom and ..."
"You will call me." Shaheen told me, firmly. "No ifs and buts. If you have to pee, or go potty, I will have to help you."
"But mamani ..."
Shaheen gently placed her left hand on my right cheek, and looked at me straight in the eye.
"Do you want another slap, Nazu beta?" She asked, patting my cheek. "No? Good. Now lie down and remain still."
"Er ... yes, mamani."
Leaving me on the bed, Shaheen stood up. She walked over to a cupboard and started to search for something. After rummaging through her drawers for a good fifteen minutes, she returned with a first aid kit.
"Let me do your hands first." She said. She took out some sterile gauze wraps and mesh, along with some cotton and anti-septic. Fifteen minutes later, both my hands were wrapped in sterile gauze bandages. It looked like I was wearing soft and fluffy boxing glove-like mittens on both of my hands.
"Good." Shaheen said, examining her work. "Now you won't be touching or holding anything on your hands. Now I am going to rub an ointment on those burns."
"Yes, mamani."
Shaheen gently lifted the cotton sheet from my ankles. There was a spot there on my heel, and she diligently applied a salve on the skin there. As she took her time rubbing my feet, I thought back about how I had treated her this morning, and felt a sharp pang of regret.
I don't know what had come over me this morning. She was my aunt! There she had been, talking about her ass, true - she was touching herself and squeezing her bottom - but then I ... I am ashamed to think of how I had taken the opportunity - the excuse, rather - of giving her some exercising tips, and instead groped and fondled her as she stood there helplessly. Only when the maid was coming downstairs had she the presence of mind to use that as an excuse to stop my assault.
And even, EVEN, if you say well she DID give me permission to touch her buttocks, what happened later, in her room, was all my fault. She had just been standing there, when I had grabbed her bottom, kneaded and patted her rump, and then kissed her on the mouth while taking her leave. I am sure she had been in total shock, and had to smile because she couldn't believe I was doing this to her. Oh man! Why had I behaved liked this?
Shaheen meanwhile had finished with my ankles. She then lifted the bedsheet even further up, and started to apply the ointment to my inner thighs. Against my better judgement, my penis started to perk up. By the time she had reached my upper inner thighs, there was a noticeable tent in the bedsheet.
Shaheen glanced at the bulge and then looked at me. I was mortified.
"I ... I am very sorry, mamani." I managed to croak. "I am really sorry."
My aunt did not say a single word. She did not even acknowledge my abject apology, but continued to apply the ointment to the inside of my thighs. Her fingers gently brushed against the side of my balls. My manhood continued to rise.
Shaheen then lifted the bedsheet completely. I was now completely exposed to her. My legs were spread apart, with ointment glistening on my thighs and ankles. My large hard cock was now ridiculously obvious, towering over my groin area.
"There's this little spot of dry skin on the tip of your ... lund ... your penis." My aunt casually remarked. "I am hoping that's not a scald, but was it there before?"
For the first time after the incident, I was scared. Had I scalded my penis?
"I ... I am not sure, mamani." I replied. "I don't ... think ... it was there before."
"Hmm." Shaheen wrapped her hand around my shaft. I nearly came as she ran her forefinger down the throbbing big vein on my dickhead, but somehow managed to control myself. My aunt pin pointed the troubling area and took a closer look.
"I don't know." She said, her finger gently rubbing the tip of my penis. "Does that hurt?"
"Er ... no, mamani." I grimaced, barely able to suppress my desire to ejaculate as she continued to stroke the end of my member. I gave a sigh of relief as she finally let go.
"I will keep an eye on it." She told me. "If that becomes problematic then we will have to do something. On the other hand it could just be a temporary irritation, and not a scald."
"Yes, mamani."
"Does it hurt or pain you, beta?"
"Er ... no, mamani." I didn't tell her of something else though. My balls had a throbbing pain in them. It wasn't anything serious, and I felt it was just something temporary, so I didn't want her to worry or anything.
"I am not going to rub the ointment on your penis now." My aunt told me. "I will do it right before you go to bed for the night, after you pee."
"Yes, mamani."
I remained there, lying, helpless and naked, as Shaheen got up and placed the first aid box on top of the cupboard. She then went to the washroom and I could hear the tap running; she was washing her hands. After she came out, she then took the bedsheet and covered me up again. By this time, my boner had slowly gone down, much to my relief. As Shaheen pulled the bed sheet over my tummy, I didn't have to be embarrassed about a bulge any more.
"What do you want for dinner, beta?" Shaheen asked me, sitting down beside me. "We were supposed to go out for a burger, but now ..."
"I am honestly not very hungry, mamani." I told her. Shaheen had an idea.
"Let's order some pizza from Domino's." She said. "There's only one in Tinpur, and they can deliver."
She went to find her mobile phone and place the order. As she was gone, I began to take stock of my situation. Should I bring up what happened in the morning, and apologize to her? Or should I simply ignore that it happened, and hoped she would forget it?
No, I decided. I MUST bring it up. I MUST apologize. Shaheen was taking care of me. I didn't want her to take care of me just because she HAD to. I wanted her to take care of me because she LOVED me.
"Mamani." I told her, sitting up slightly, as she re-entered the room after placing the pizza order. "I have something to say to you."
Shaheen sat down on the bed and nodded at me.
"I ... I ..." I began hesitatingly. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour this morning. I don't know what came over me. I ... I wanted you to know ... I am truly sorry ... and I ..."
My aunt didn't say anything, even as my voice tapered off. She just waited until I was done. I gathered my wits and continued.
"I realize that you were simply asking me for advice, and you trusted me. And I ... I abused your trust. I touched you ... touched you inappropriately. And then I did it again, later. I am so sorry, mamani. I don't know what came over me."
For a minute my aunt was silent, digesting what I said. I looked at her fearfully. Was she going to forgive me?
"Beta." Suddenly her face broke into a smile. She then leaned in, and slithered into position beside me on the bed, to my left. Raising her chin, she leaned in and placed a kiss on my left cheek.
SMOOCH!
"Beta!" Her voice was loving and tender. "It was so nice of you to apologize, and realize your mistake! Let us forget that incident, shall we? It was also my fault. I should have stopped you immediately. I let it go on, thinking it was just a harmless masti."
"No, mamani. It was my fault. I should not have done that."
"I know, beta." My aunt kissed me again, and then continued. "I know now that you DO find me attractive. And yes, it's nice for an old woman like me to be the object of desire for a virile young man like you, but remember that I am not Taiba, but I am your barey mamani, OK?"
I nodded, as my aunt leaned in and kissed me once more. Then she reached up and her hands found my ear. She suddenly pinched my ear lobe and gave my ear a firm twist.
"So," My aunt admonished me, maintaining a tight pull on my ear. "Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK. You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want. Just ... don't grope me and fondle me like you did today, OK?"
I nodded.
"Yes, mamani."
Shaheen let go of my ear, which was now stinging. I was blushing a deep red, embarrassed by the sudden kaan dola. My aunt had casually twisted my ear as if I was a young kid. Even though we flirted on an equal footing, there was now no doubt who was in charge here.
My bulge had now returned somewhat as I thought back to how I had mauled her, and Shaheen noticed. This time she laughed.
"Beta," She grinned. "Your hands are literally useless for the next two to three days, so you will have to think of something other than dirty thoughts about me. You will not be able to take care of ... that ... for sometime!"
I blushed again.
"Er ... yes, mamani."
I then decided to take another punt.
"Maybe ... you can help with that as well, barey mamani."
I expected another slap, but what I got from my aunt was 'hmmm'. Internally, I was elated. A "hmmm" was very encouraging. Also encouraging were her words.
Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK. You can hold me and kiss me as much as you want.
When the pizza arrived, Shaheen went downstairs to get the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. She then brought it up, along with some plates, and we had dinner on the bed. Shaheen fed me three slices with her own hands. We talked about school, movies, cricket and politics. I almost forgot that I was lying on the bed, naked, covered in only a thin bed sheet, and my aunt had just given me a bath, examined my genitals closely and then had a discussion with me about my lust for her.
After Shaheen had put away the plates and glasses, she then came to me.
"Let's take you to the bathroom." She said. "I know it's not good to immediately go to bed after dinner, but today could be an exception."
"Er ... yes, mamani."
"I can help you use the loo, brush your teeth, and then we can go to bed."
"Yes, mamani."
I stood up, and of course the bedsheet slipped away, revealing my nakedness once again. My aunt slipped her arm around my waist.
"Come."
She led me to the bathroom, and then to the commode. I thought she would leave, and give me some privacy in an already embarrassing situation, but she remained standing there, glancing stoically at me.
"Do you want to sit and pee, beta, or stand and pee?" She asked me.
"Er ... I usually stand and pee, mamani. But, um ... my hands ..."
"Oh, it's OK, beta. I will help you."
She led me right to the edge of the commode. My aunt then stood beside me, and wrapped the fingers of one hand around my manhood. Holding my now erect and stiff cock in her hand, she asked me to go right ahead.
"Chalo, beta. Shuru karo!" Shaheen said, encouraging me to start urinating. I was conscious that her other hand was now resting on my bare buttocks.
I could not do it initially and after much effort, a small stream jetted out and fell into the commode. My penis lost some of its erection, and then my urine picked up. It had been some time since I had used the loo, so there was a lot of urine. My pee hit the commode in a rush of golden stream. A tiny, small smile leapt to the corners of my aunt's lips as she watched me relieve myself, unabashed, helpless in front of her, my dick in her hands. The pale yellow stream had now gathered strength and I was peeing forcefully. Shaheen was watching all this with great interest and very lightly varying the pressure on my penis, and also the aim, causing the stream to reduce and spurt. Some of the drops fell on her fingers but she did not seem to mind. As my pee lessened, I started to be aware that a lady was now holding me by my manhood, causing my penis was slowly become menacingly erect. For the first time since I had grown up, someone had seen me pee.
When I was done, I remained standing there as Shaheen first washed her hands. Then she used the lota to pour some water on my penis. My aunt then used a tissue to thoroughly clean and dry my penis. As she rubbed and fingered my manhood, once again it started to rise up in anticipation. As she flushed the commode, I was haplessly standing there with a hard on.
Shaheen was wearing a pink nightie, made of a very thin, almost translucent, material. It had short sleeves, and as she washed her hands in the sink with her back to me, I could see that her nightie clung closely to her buttocks. As she moved, her butt cheeks quivered, and I could clearly see their outline through the material of her nightie. My dick rose even higher.
My aunt then turned to me.
"It's time for me to pee." She told me as-a-matter-of-factly. "Beta, can you please wait outside?"
"Yes, mamani."
"And try not to think of me peeing, or you will get even harder than you are now."
"Er ... yes, mamani."
Why was I disappointed? Had I really expected her to pee in front of me? Remember, I told myself, she is taking care of me. My nudity is just a situational accident. This is not a sexual game. Yet, I couldn't wipe the image of her smile as she had watched me relieve myself moments earlier, her hand wrapped around my rod. Or that "hmmm".
I stood outside the now shut bathroom door and tried to listen intently for the sounds inside. First there was a rustling type of sound - probably of Shaheen's nightie brushing against her soft body as she raised the cloth over her head and shoulders. Then there was a silence, during which I imagined her lowering her panties. A sharp, creaking sound alerted me that the commode seat was creaking to accommodate the large buttocks. There was another silence, and then I heard the rill of the liquid splashing into the bowl. I tried to imagine that stream emerging from those big cunt lips of hers, arcing into the air before meeting the water of the commode. And then suddenly I heard her flush.
I quickly walked and sat down on the bed. My hands, tied up in the gauze bandages, were useless, so I simply waited for my aunt to come out of the washroom and help tuck me in. My cock was still hard. I tried to bend down and look at my penis, to see the slight irritated rash like skin she had said she had seen on the tip of my penis. There was a small area, about the size of a small nail head, that seemed darker, and courser than the rest. I hoped it wasn't anything serious. Slowly, as I waited, my manhood decided to quieten down.
I was hoping she would untie those bandages in the morning. I had already talked about this to her at dinner. I wanted to use the washroom in the morning, and do more than just pee, and I didn't want my aunt involved in that. So I had asked her if she could replace my bandages with new ones after I had used the washroom in the morning. She said she would think about it. But for the night, however, I would have to make do with the situation.
My aunt came out of the washroom. She helped me tuck in, propping up my pillow, helped me lie down on my side of the bed, and then positioned the blanket over me, covering up my naked bottom half. Her hands briefly brushed my manhood.
"Oh, good." She giggled. "Your soldier is down for the night."
"Oh, mamani." I told her. "Don't say that, or it may rise again!"
Shaheen laughed again, and then got into bed beside me. She then gave me a hug and then pressed herself against me. I placed one bandaged hand on her hips.
"Too bad you can't hug me back." She giggled again, and then placed her lips on my cheek.
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'good night kiss', beta."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'get well soon kiss', beta."
Shaheen pressed herself even tighter against me, continuing to kiss me on either cheek.
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'thank you for apologizing for groping and fondling your aunt's peechwade kiss', beta."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'I am sorry I left the hot water on the stove kiss', beta."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'I love you from your favourite aunt kiss', beta."
SMOOCH!
"That's your 'I love you even more from your favourite aunt kiss', beta."
All those kisses were having their effect. Slowly my manhood started to rise again and assert itself.
"Thank you, mamani." I managed to croak. Shaheen slipped her hand under my blanket and placed it on my bare tummy.
"You are a healthy young man, Naz." She told me, caressing my stomach. "You have lost so much weight - good for you!"
"Er ... thank you, mamani."
Slowly her hands moves even further south, and came to rest against my now turgid cock.
"Wow." Shaheen uttered, her hands resting on top of my penis. "Beta. You are hard again."
I didn't say anything as Shaheen gave my cock a gentle squeeze. And then, to my surprise, she didn't move her hands away, but let it remain there.
"Beta, you are big. Your wife will be one lucky lady."
"Er ... thank you, mamani."
Shaheen continued to absentmindedly stroke my manhood.
"You must have gotten this from your father's side, Nazu. The men on your mother's side ... well, let's just say they are a bit on the smaller side. Like most Indians."
"Oh." I remarked. She would know about her own husband but how could she comment about the three brothers? Seeing my puzzled face, Shaheen laughed.
"We three talk, you know." She said. "Taiba, Nadia and I. Compare sizes, strength, stamina, style and all."
"Oh." It made sense now. "I see."
I then decided to be bold and asked, "So, who's the luckiest of my mamanis?"
Shaheen raised an eyebrow, puzzled at the question. It was clear she didn't understand what I was asking, so I clarified.
"I mean, which of you has the pleasure of having the husband with the largest ... er ... dick?"
Shaheen threw back her head and laughed. Her hands lingered on my penis.
"Luckiest of your mamanis." She grinned. "Well, right now I have the largest lund of the khandan (family) in my hand, won't you say?"
I gasped. I wasn't used to this conservative aunt of mine making lewd jokes. Shaheen bit her lip, even as she absent mindedly stroked my manhood.
"Well." She seemed to think for a minute, before answering me. "Your chotey mamu, shall we say, is chotey in other ways. There was a reason his first wife left him, you know."
"Oh." I blurted out. "And he's married to Nadia, the youngest of the mamanis too!"
"Oh, Nadia." Shaheen grinned. "Shall we say your uncle makes it up to her in other ways!"
What was Nadia's secret, I wondered. How did chotey mamu make it up to her?
Leaving me with that mysterious thought, Shaheen once again grabbed my penis and gave it a tug.
"So." She seemed very fascinated with my now rock hard member. "Your penis is pretty large for an Indian man. As a nurse, let me tell you I have seen quite a few! Our Indian men aren't really known for size, you know!"
"Thank you, mamani. It feels nice when you say that."
"And I bet it feels even nicer to have my hands around your lund eh, you naughty boy?"
My aunt laughed and shook my penis again.
"Yes, mamani, definitely. It feels nice. But ... er ... if you continue to do it ... mamani ... I might ... you know."
Shaheen grinned and didn't say anything. She then looked at me and gave me another stroke.
"Beta." She then asked. "How often do you ... er ... do it?"
"Do what, mamani?" I asked innocently.
"Oh, don't be coy with me!" Shaheen laughed. Her hands gave my cock a gentle tweak. "I know what you were doing with my panty in the morning."
"Oh, mamani! I can explain ..." I began, but Shaheen shushed me.
"I don't need to know your silly excuses, beta." She told me, her hands still gently caressing my manhood. "You are a young man. Now tell me, how often do you masturbate? Be honest."
"Er ... mamani ... usually once, but sometimes twice, or even thrice a day."
"Wow. Three times. A day!" Shaheen almost absent mindedly kept stroking me. Me penis was now really hard. "Your uncle can barely afford to get it up once a week for me."
"Oh." I didn't know what to say. "Is that how often you have sex, barey mamani?"
At the back of my mind I was hardly believing the talk I was having with my aunt. I was discussing her sex life with her!
"Oh ... that would be lovely, wouldn't it?" Shaheen laughed. She then moved her hands away from my penis, much to my disappointment, but continued with the conversation. "Now that I am older, beta, I want more, but he seems to want less now, can you believe it?"
"Oh, mamani, that is so strange! Why would any one want less sex, that also from a beautiful woman like yourself?" I told her, and then decided to double down. "If I were mamu, I would have sex with you every day!"
"Oh, you are just lying." Shaheen giggled, playfully slapping me lightly. "I am an old woman with big buttocks. My gaand is so big!"
"Mamani! You are a gorgeous woman. A REAL woman." I then decided to take a punt again. "You can see the affect your gaand has on me, right now, even if I just think about it!"
My aunt chuckled, and then snuck her hand back in under the blanket, and wrapped her fingers around my now very hard dick.
"You are such a naughty boy, Nazu!" She told me. "Trying to think of excuses just to have me touch your lund!"
I said nothing, as she kept her hand wrapped around my staff.
"How long can you last, beta?" She suddenly asked me.
"Mamani?" I wasn't sure I heard her right.
Shaheen gave my stiff rod a small caress and then repeated her question.
"When you masturbate, beta, how long can you usually last?"
"Er ... at least 30 minutes, mamani. Sometimes even more."
"30 minutes?" My aunt was incredulous. Then she smiled and said, "You don't need to brag to me, beta. I am a nurse."
"No. No." I was indignant. "I can last a long time, mamani."
My aunt laughed. Her finger tapped the tip of my penis teasingly.
"You mean to say," She asked. "If I started to really rub your lund, you can hold off for 30 minutes without cumming?"
"Er ... yes, of course, mamani."
"Want to make a bet?" My aunt's eyes glistened. "I bet you can't last longer than five minutes ... ten at the most!"
"You are on!" I told her. "And what do I get if I win?"
"Well, I will be jacking you off, so I would think that's reward enough, either way!"
"If I win," I was firm. "I get to have my way with you, mamani, for ten minutes. And if you win, you can order me to do anything for you."
My aunt looked at me. She then withdrew her hands from my penis.
"When you say 'have my way with you' what exactly do you have in mind, Nazu?"
I wondered if I had bitten off more than what I could chew. Oh well! There was no going back now.
"I love you, barey mamani. I won't do anything to you that you will object to. But I will have some masti with you. Within your limits, of course."
"Hmmm." Shaheen pursed her lips thoughtfully.
Then she nodded.
"You are on, beta." She said. "Fifteen minutes. You will cum within fifteen minutes."
"Deal." I replied. "I will easily hold out for at least fifteen."
Shaheen sat up and fetched her cell phone. She then fiddled with it, and then showed me the screen. There was a timer app there, counting down 15 minutes.
"Your fifteen minutes start now." She said, pulling off the bedsheet and exposing my hardness again. "I am going to have some fun."
"Mamani?" I asked, not believing what she had just said. This was really on! Shaheen didn't reply, but got up to go to her dressing table. She returned with what appeared to be a small vial of oil.
"You don't think this was going to be easy, was it?" She murmured, smiling to herself. "You will be cumming in two minutes flat."
She poured a little bit of the oil on the palm of her hand. Shaheen then caught hold of my penis with her finger tips and lifted it. She poured the oil in her other palm on my balls and gently, very gently rubbed it with her finger. I hardly dared to breathe, scarcely believing what was going on.
"Wow, mamani, that feels nice." I said with a smile, as she continued to knead my testicles with oil.
"Well, beta, your hands are now useless, so in a way I am helping take care of you. Now cum fast for me, will you!"
"You wish!" I retorted. "Remember if I win, I get to have my way with you!"
Shaheen didn't say anything. She gently massaged my balls. I closed my eyes tight and enjoyed the feeling. With her other hand she stroked my cock with all her four fingers wrapped.
"Aaaah! Wow, mamani, this is amazing. Thank you!" I let out a soft moan.
My cock was at its full length and I really was fighting myself from cumming, because I knew she just wanted me to cum and get it done with, and I wanted her to do it as long as possible. I did not know what the timer was, or how long it had been, or even if I could win the bet, but I wanted to try. If I did, I would have my aunt for a whole ten minutes to myself, to do as I please!
Shaheen continued to rub and stroke my penis. Her oily fingers went to my balls as she gently massaged one of them in her fingers, and then the other. Then she wrapped her palm around my shaft and started to stroke me up and down.
It took all of my will power not to cum. I tried to think of playing cricket. I tried to think of my maths exams. I even tried to think of my angry grandmother!
Suddenly her phone sounded a beep. That was the five minute warning! If I could last another five minutes I would win the bet. Already ten minutes were up!
Shaheen realized that as well. Then she did something I never thought I would see her do.
She spat on her palm and rubbed it on my cock.
My cock was hard as iron. Her bare hands on my cock made me almost to explode but I did not for some reason. I did not think much about it as I was enjoying her womanly touch. This was the first time in months that I was being whacked by someone else other than myself.
My aunt stroked the entire length of my 8 inch monster. Soon the saliva dried up and the moment she noticed that, she did some I only dreamed off. She bent her head and with her lips inches from my cock she spat her saliva on it. She sat straight again and continued stroking my cock, this time only harder than before. I guess she really wanted me to cum.
"Your penis is really big, darling." Shaheen told me, squeezing my gonads and continuing to stroke my phallus. "Your wife is going to be one lucky lady."
"Thank you, mamani." My mind was in a whirl. She had JUST scolded me, somewhat, for attacking her ass in the morning. Now here she was, trying hard to stroke me to an orgasm.
"I think I want to try something else with you, but you have to promise me it will stay between us," Shaheen told me, looking straight in the eye.
"I promise," I replied. At that moment I would have agreed to anything.
"Alright, let me finish this and win the bet," Shaheen said and cupped my balls with her left hand.
After fondling with them for a while, she did the unthinkable. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of my cock with her luscious lips and then opened her mouth and engulfed my cock. I froze, the pleasure I felt was immense. Her mouth felt soft and warm. Slowly she moved up and then down again. She did this and then suddenly she would suck the tip like how a child sucks on a lollipop. It felt incredible. After my first handjob, now a blowjob; I wondered how many more 'firsts' I would get with Shaheen. I could not control myself anymore. The bobbing of her head, her lips wrapped around the shaft, and her tongue swirling around my cockhead had me as hard as I had ever been in my life.
As the up and down movement of her head changed in speed; first slow and steady, then rapid and erratic, then back again I moaned in ecstasy. The hand on my cock was twirling, twisting, pulling and pushing at the same time gathering moisture from her drooling lips. All the while her other hand scraped scratched and tickled my swelling scrotum. Her touch on my ball-sack, gently squeezing and prodding, adding to my delight.
I did not care about the bet. I did not care about the timer. I had to cum, and I had to cum NOW!
Just as the cellphone beeped that time was up, I exploded in her mouth. My whole body erupted. My hips buckled and jerked and my ass twitched and my penis quivered as I shot gallons and gallons of cum down my aunt's throat. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop, I just continued ejaculating as my aunt kept looking at me in the eye and taking in every drop into her mouth. I only saw her throat move slightly as she swallowed load after load that I was depositing in her.
Finally my penis stopped twitching as the last bit of my cum entered my aunt's mouth. She swallowed it all, and then licked her lips.
"Wow!" Was all she said at first. "That was a lot of cum! I am glad I managed to take most of it in!"
The Dominos pizza had been so-so, but my aunt had just given me the most wonderful dessert. And to top it all, I had won the bet. In a few days, when my hands healed, my aunt would be ripe for my taking. Shaheen mamani, boy am I going to have my way with you!