I had a great night's sleep. After all, my dick had been thoroughly drained of cum by the lovely lips of Shaheen. My buxom aunt's tongue and lips had licked and sucked and worshipped my turgid cock, teasing me to an earth shattering orgasm, and I had deposited copious volumes of my sticky semen down her warm and inviting throat -- so of course I would have a good night's sleep! Despite my hands being wrapped up, and me being naked from my waist down, covered in only a sheet, I slept like a baby after that blowjob.
It was Shaheen's voice that woke me up. I guess it was some time around 8 in the morning. If you are keeping track of the days, it was Tuesday morning. I think she was talking on the phone with someone.
"Yes, yes." Shaheen was saying. "Everything's fine. I treated him, and now he's sleeping."
I wondered who she was talking to. I tried to focus and listen intently. It soon became clear she was talking to her husband -- my uncle.
"Yes, he will be alright. I will take a look later." She said. "And no, you can't send him on errands. He has to stay home and heal. The legs were pretty badly scalded. Don't tell his mother though -- she will just be needlessly worried -- I will keep an eye on him."
It was clear she was telling him about my accident and that I was now indisposed. I wondered if she told him exactly how she had treated me. Probably not.
"I am going to hang up now." Shaheen told mamu. "You take care and give my love to ammi."
As she put her cellphone down, Shaheen glanced and saw that I was stirring and opening my eyes.
"Wake up, Nazu!" Shaheen giggled. "The maid will soon be here, in an hour, and I need you to use the washroom so she can clean it. I need you to pee and do potty -- so get up!"
"Mmm." I stretched and yawned. "Do I have to, barey mamani?"
"Yes, dear." Her hands were on my chest, under the covers, and then slowly, very teasingly, went down to my tummy, and then brushed seductively against my pecker. She gave a slight grin, and gently stroked the foreskin, underneath of my penis. I was now fully up. Would wouldn't be when your beautiful big-breasted mamani is stroking your manhood! Every nephew would wish to be woken up like this! And to think how easily she simply just reached and touched my manhood!
"Oh, mamani." I murmured. "I love you. And I love what you are doing to me, barey mamani."
Sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain. This was one of those times. Shaheen immediately withdrew her hand from my throbbing penis. I swore silently at myself. We were busy having fun, and I had to go remind her about the line she was crossing! What an idiot I was! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Beta! You need to get up," Shaheen told me. "So I can also unwrap your bandages. I need to see how your burns and scalds are healing."
"Er ... yes, barey mamani." I sat up in bed. Once I was reminded of my previous night's scalding injuries, suddenly I wasn't that horny any more. The nurse in my aunt came out as she took my right hand, and gently started to unwrap the bandages. Then she repeated with my left hand.
Shaheen than placed my right hand in her left and thoroughly examined it. I loved the feel of her soft skin on mine, and the gentle friction as she rubbed my palm.
"Hmm. Your hands seem to be healing well." My aunt exclaimed. "I think we may need to keep them under wraps maybe for another three four days or so, but it should be healed after that."
I clenched and unclenched my fists. It felt good to have my hands free like that again.
"Let's get you standing." My aunt helped me stand up and then nonchalantly removed my T-shirt, making me fully nude. As she steadied me, her hand was on my butt. She patted me once on my buttocks. I was conscious of the fact that I was now completely butt naked in her presence, although I didn't know why. Her hands roamed on my butt cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. As I stood there, my aunt patted my butt again.
"You have a nice butt." She said. "Tight and firm. Not like mine -- gigantic and fleshy."
She gave my ass another couple of firm squeezes. My pecker was now quite hard and very much visible. Shaheen had a little smile at the edge of her lips, but she completely ignored my raging hormones as she then fired off some instructions at me.
"Go to the washroom. Do your business and whatever, but make sure to be gentle with your hands. When you do your susu after your potty, I don't want you to be too vigorous with your hands, OK?"
"Um ... yes, barey mamani." Never would I have thought I would be standing naked in my aunt's room discussing bowel movements and bathroom habits with her, but here I was.
Shaheen leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Her hands once again brushed oh-so-slightly against my manhood.
"OK, now go, and don't take too long OK?"
"Yes, barey mamani."
"And no hanky panky in the washroom. Definitely no masturbating, OK?"
"Er ... yes, barey mamani." Then once again I took a brave gambit. I wrapped my arms around her behind and gave her ass a mighty, painful, grope. My fingers were on her buttocks and in the crack of her ass.
"If I need to masturbate, mamani," I said, "I will come to you."
Shaheen shook her head and raised her right hand.
SLAP!
SLAP!
My aunt smacked me hard, giving me a couple of tight, playful slaps, and making my cheeks sting, even as my hands continued to pinch her buttocks.
"Naughty boy!" Shaheen then twisted my ears painfully. Her voice was very stern, but her eyes and lips had a slight smile. She shooed me away with a laugh, "Now let go of my butt! Go! Finish your washroom before the maid Pushpita gets here."
"You were squeezing my butt before!" I protested.
"I am your elder." My aunt grinned. "I can do what I want, you can't!"
I laughed and gave her buttocks a final squeeze, before lifting my hands from them. I went to the washroom and took my time. I knew my hands would be wrapped up in bandages again so this was my chance to do whatever I wanted in the washroom freely. You don't realize what a blessing your hands are! I brushed my teeth (using Shaheen's toothbrush, of course!), peed, did my business and then cleaned up, and then took a very brief shower.
As I cleaned myself, I reflected on my now changed relationship with my barey mamani. Before yesterday, my aunt would never have touched my penis. Then that accident happened -- but even then, she touched me in the context of taking care of me. Shaheen was a nurse; a caregiver -- and there was nothing sexual about her touching, even though I got hard.
And then came last night. There was no reason once we were in bed for mamani to touch my manhood, and yet she did. Shaheen played with me as I got hard. Our conversation had become increasingly explicit -- I was asking her about her sex life with mamu, making jokes about fucking her, and she was asking me about my masturbation habits and how long I would last. Before we both knew it, we had made that bet and she was giving me a blowjob and swallowing my cum.
Barey mamani was the conservative aunt, I kept reminding myself. Yet, as I had long suspected during this week, she had a naughty side to her. Her constant touching of my butt, for example, or our increasingly amorous kissing games. Our kisses, while starting extremely platonic where we would kiss each other on the cheeks, had gotten closer and closer to each others' mouths, until I was practically kissing her on the edge of her lips. Shaheen hadn't seemed to mind, giggling enthusiastically every time I had taken her in my arms to kiss her. I recalled how sometimes, when we were seated on the sofa, I would wrap my arms around her hips and say, "Barey mamani, let's play the kissing game."
It was fun. I would 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."
As I washed my scrotum and gently ran some soap over my dick, my mind recalled how in the last few days Shaheen had increasingly spoken about my manhood without any hesitation or shyness. Every time I would hug her, and prolong the hug, she would point at me when I got aroused and say, "Let me go now, beta. Your lund is standing at attention!"
Or in bed, when we would snuggle together, she would tell me, "Your lund is poking me in the back, beta. You have buried it in the crack of my ass!"
Or how she had increasingly tolerated my touching of her peechwade, even though she had been the one to start groping me. I had to remind myself that Shaheen was the one who started to fondle my butt first. I remembered that second night, when barey mamani had authoritatively placed a hand on my behind and had given me a squeeze. My own conservative aunt fondling my bum -- this had been beyond my wildest dreams. I reminded myself of what I had told her then.
"So you can pinch my butt cheek, but I can't touch your peechwade?" I had asked her. And what had Shaheen dismissively replied?
"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 then of course yesterday morning I had groped her, and then the accident happened, and then I had apologized. And what had she said last night, when I had asked her for forgiveness for groping her?
"Pinching my gaand once in a while is OK. Giving my ass a squeeze once in a while is OK." Shaheen had replied. "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 had gone from being allowed to only put my arms around my mamani's waist, to being permitted to pinch her peechwade and grope her in the ass once in a while, and unlimited kisses and hugs. And this morning I had groped her buttocks, putting my finger in the crack of her anus.
My aunt then had slapped me. And twisted my ears. But it wasn't an angry slap or a vicious ear pull. She was being strict, yes, but she was also ... how shall I put it ... being playful. It was almost a flirtatious slap, if there was such a thing. She was slapping me only because that was what an Indian aunt would do if groped by her nephew. That was her modesty and her conservative upbringing and nature. But notice how she didn't get angry. She was ok with being groped, as long as she could slap me after in retaliation.
That was fine with me. I did not mind her slapping me if she allowed me to grope her. Sooner or later, I would do more to her. By the end of this week, I promised myself, I would be fucking her.
After toweling myself off, I shivered (I didn't have any clothes on!) and then exited the bathroom. My mamani was waiting for me.
She helped me put a fresh T-shirt on. I was still naked from the waist down. Then she knelt down and told me, "Let me examine your genitals now. I want to make sure you are healing properly. Especially that spot on your lund."
It was pure torture as she held my dick, lifted it up, and examined my scrotum. Then she parted my balls and took a look at the area in between my thighs. As she held my dick in her hand, it thumped and grew until my phallus was rock hard. At that moment very much the professional nurse, my aunt paid my throbbing manhood absolutely no attention. She continued to hold it firmly, taking her time to examine my scrotum. Finally she moved the penis in her hand, taking a close look at the tip of my dick.
"There's still that area at the tip of your lund." My aunt told me, standing up. "I will keep an eye on that. Other than that, you are healing up well. Being naked helped, it looks like, as I knew it would."
"Thank you, barey mamani."
"You are welcome, Nazu." She answered, smiling. "I am glad you are going to be OK."
Suddenly I felt a huge amount of love for her. She was taking care of me so nicely. Despite my rather amorous and lustful behaviour towards her, she was doing her duties as an aunt and as a nurse. I felt an enormous urge to thank her and express my gratefulness towards here. So I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a sudden, tight hug.
"Ooofff!" My aunt grunted as I took her in my arms.
"Thank you, mamani." I told her, kissing her on her cheeks.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"You are the best aunt any boy could have."
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Now, now." Shaheen was clearly embarrassed. "I did what any mamani would do for her favourite nephew."
I hugged her very tight. I wasn't even groping her, but genuinely hugging her out of love. My arms went around her waist and rested slightly above her bum, and I pressed her close to me. I kissed her on her cheeks and continued to kiss her as I thanked her.
SMOOCH!
"No, mamani, you are the best."
SMOOCH!
"No mamani would do what you have done."
SMOOCH!
"You took care of me even though ..."
SMOOCH!
"... It was embarrassing for me, and awkward for you."
SMOOCH!
"And last night ... you went beyond your obligation, mamani."
SMOOCH!
"You saw me in pain, and sacrificed your inhibitions ..."
SMOOCH!
"... To give me a blowjob. You are the best!"
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
All my kissing was clearly having its effect. Shaheen was like putty in my arms -- any resistance of hers to this situation melting away with each smooch. She was also embracing me back, but now her hands began to stray downwards. As I wasn't wearing anything other than my T-shirt, so her hands suddenly landed on my bare bum.
"Beta ... it was ... my duty ... as your aunt." Shaheen's face was very, very red. "Besides, you are ..."
Shaheen stopped as she clearly felt something poking her between her legs.
"Oh my goodness." She exclaimed, still in my arms. "Are you ... now ... beta ..."
"Oh, mamani." I gushed, as her hands found my manhood.
"My goodness, beta, you are so big." Shaheen was running her palm up and down my entire shaft now. Her eyes had a glazed look. She gripped me harder, causing me to moan and press outward to meet her hand. She was now rubbing me without any inhibitions, and I was letting her. We were both lost in the moment.
"Oh, you like that, do you, beta." Shaheen smiled at me as she continued to stroke me. "Let me go beta so I can take care of this."
"Yes, mamani." I was still hugging her, so I kissed her lovely fleshy cheeks again.
SMOOCH!
SMOOCH!
"Thank you, mamani. You are the best."
Shaheen now had both her hands on my genitals. One hand was rubbing my phallus. With the other hand she ran her finger nails across my scrotum. It was the most intense feeling I had. I let go of her as Shaheen then knelt on the floor on her knees, her mouth now inches away from my throbbing manhood. I rubbed the head of my cock on her eyes, nose and lips, before touching it against her mouth.
"Mmmm ... mmmm." Shaheen was lost in her joy as she licked my penis up and down. "My beta, you are so much bigger than your mamu. I could fit your mamu's penis easily in my little pinkie."
"Oh mamani." I gushed, and then bravely added, "Just wait until I collect on my bet, mamani! When I make love to you, mamani, my penis will reach parts of you that your husband never has!"
"Oh." Shaheen's only response was a muted sound, and raised eyebrows, but she continued to suck on my dick. I could see a small smile at the edge of her lips.
WOW! This was something. I had just decisively told my aunt, who was giving me a blowjob, that I was going to fuck her, and there was no protest. Now, I knew, it was only a matter of time, four five days at the most, until I healed completely, before I would get to fuck my aunt. THIS was the moment, not last night, that my aunt dropped the charade of being my conservative mamani. She was just another horny woman, another desperate housewife -- and the next women I was going to have sex with.
I began to press myself against my aunt's face. Her lips were now stretching wide and her cheeks bulged as I started to force my snake down her throat. Her luscious hair fell down to her shoulders and onto her face. I grasped her by the back of her head and by her hair and pushed her onto me, nearly gagging her. As I wanted to push my cock even deeper into her mouth, I patted her cheeks. They were forceful pats, almost slaps. I was rough with her, and she seemed to like it.
Oh goodie!
I slapped her even harder.
SLAP!
Shaheen seemed surprised, and looked at me with her eyes wide open. I smiled at her and slapped her again.
SLAP!
"Keep sucking, mamani. OOOH that feels so nice."
Shaheen tried to maintain some dignity even as I was pulling her by the hair, slapping her forcefully, and fucking her face. She reached up and kneaded my balls. She started to get a rhythm going to the blowjob. My mamani grabbed the base of my cock with one hand while rubbing my balls with the other. I slapped her cheeks again, even more roughly this time.
SLAP!
She stroked me and felt my dick get even bigger as I forced it into her mouth one more time. I raised my hand and struck her cheeks again.
SLAP!
My aunt started sucking on my penis as hard as she could while moving her head back and forth. With each thrust, my dick was able to get a little farther into her mouth and I soon felt it touching the back of her throat. I knew I would cum any time now.
SLAP!
"Mmmm... mmmmm ..." Shaheen continued to moan as she sucked me. I slapped her again, even more harshly this time.
SLAP!
It was clear that what she was doing, and what I was doing to her, was arousing her as well. A damp spot started to appear on her nightie, in between her legs. My aunt -- this naughty, conservative woman -- wasn't wearing panties! She was giving me -- her nephew -- a blowjob wearing nothing but a flimsy nightie! I was amazed at how quickly my purist aunt was sinking into depravity with me.
"Ohhhh.... Mamani!" I murmured, as she moved her other hand back toward my asshole and rubbed around the rim at first and then tried to push a finger inside. I slapped her once more -- a proper tight and hard slap this time.
SLAP!
My aunt squeezed and jacked my prostrate in time with the movement of my prick into her mouth.
"Oh God that feels so good!" I moaned. "I think I am going to cum, barey mamani!"
Yesterday I had managed to last a whole fifteen minutes. This time, in less than ten minutes, I shot a big load of sperm into my aunt's inviting mouth. I tightened my muscles holding the pleasure in for a split second longer before my cock exploded in the largest and most uncontrollable blast I had ever experienced.
I held my aunt very roughly by her hair as I erupted violently inside her, shaking and jerking as I emptied my baby making juice down her throat. Shaheen sucked on my penis, swallowing every drop, and licking and cleaning me thoroughly. She was a sight to see! Shaheen's hair was now dishevelled, her lipstick spoilt, and her cheeks had red finger marks where I had slapped her numerous times.
When it was all over, she diligently wiped me completely clean and then looked up at me and smiled.
"You liked that, didn't you, beta?" She asked innocently, as she licked off the last drop of cum.
"Oh, mamani!" I gushed. "I loved it."
I then decided to goad her a bit.
"And did you like it, barey mamani? I was slapping you ... and you didn't seem to mind being ... on your knees ... being slapped ... while ... giving me a blowjob."
"Ah!" Shaheen blushed slightly and looked down at her feet. "I ... I ... always had a fantasy ... you know ... being slapped ... and ..."
She was now bright red, embarrassed, and couldn't meet my gaze. I decided to continue to goad her.
"Did mamu ever slap you like that?"
"I ..." Shaheen paused as she stood up. She seemed to be thinking about something even as she wiped her mouth with her hand. "Um ... beta ... let's ... um ... get some breakfast, shall we?"
"Er... yes, mamani."
Damn! I thought to myself. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
I should not have brought up mamu, just after we were done. It reminded her that what she was doing was actually cheating, and now she was going to be cautious against her own desires. Damn! Damn! FUCK!
* * *
It was just after lunch, and I was seated on the sofa in the living room. I was not wearing pants, of course, so Shaheen had put a chador -- a sheet -- on the sofa, and I had a small blanket to cover me up. I was watching TV when mamani came into the room. I turned to look at her, and my jaw dropped.
"Whoa!" Was all I could say.
My aunt -- my lovely, buxom, tall aunt, was dressed in a dark blue sari. That itself was amazing. Shaheen hardly ever wore a sari. She would wear the shalwar kameez when outside, or the maxi when she was at home. And here she was, the tall, buxom lady with the big ass, dressed in that highly erotic of all Indian dresses -- the sari! And what a sight she was!
Shaheen had just taken a bath, so her hair was still partially wet, clinging seductively to her rosy cheeks. There were beads of water on her puffy cheeks, her luscious lips and her ample and uncovered milky white waist. I could make out that she wasn't wearing a bra -- her big nipples were prominent and showing like bright black discs through the thin material of her light blue blouse. I noticed that her blouse was a little small in size and struggled to contain Shaheen's big, big boobs. I guess she hadn't worn a sari recently, so didn't have blouses that fit her now ample frame. The buttons and the hook were barely able to hold her melons in -- at any moment it appeared they would burst open, revealing her giant tits.
My aunt's waist and navel were completely exposed. There was a lot of gap between where the blouse ended and the petticoat began. Since Shaheen was a tall lady, there was a lot of skin on show. Succulent, smooth, slightly wet, supple milky white skin. And her navel -- WOW! It was calling out to me like a foghorn through a mist. Oh ... if only my hands weren't bandaged!
I wanted to fuck her right there and then. It was a good thing my hands were bandaged, I guess, otherwise I don't think I would have been able to control myself from ravaging my aunt right there and then. Barey Mamani looked at me and smiled.
"Whoa?" She repeated my word. "Why, beta?"
Oh, how sweetly and innocently she smiled! Oh, those lips of hers!
"Barey mamani." I managed to croak. "You don't know just HOW sexy you are looking right now! Honestly, if my hands weren't in bandages ..."
Shaheen actually managed to blush.
"Oh my." She looked embarrassed. "You are one naughty boy, Nazu. Haven't you seen me in sari before?"
"I have, barey mamani." I told her. "And every time, you look even sexier. You should wear it all the time, barey mamani. Look how Taiba is now always in a sari. It makes a woman look even sexier than she is -- and you are one sexy, masaledar (spicy) lady!"
"Well ... thank you, beta."
I couldn't help it. I got up and stood right next to her. Shaheen looked at me warily, and then her glance shifted downwards to my soldier, which was now standing at attention.
"Oh my ..." She murmured. "Beta, your lund ... amazing ... beta ... how many times do you get hard ..."
"Mamani." I told her. "O my sexy mamani! My beautiful, ripe, attractive, sexy mamani! You are one amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, caring, sexy woman! You don't need to hide yourself behind a boring shalwar kameez or a maxi! Mamu needs to know what a vivacious and sexy woman he is married to!"
Once again I had brought mamu into the conversation without meaning to! This time, however, my aunt didn't seem to mind. She was beaming. I guess being repeatedly called "sexy" will boost any woman's ego.
"Oh, Nazu!" Shaheen gushed. "You are too sweet to say those words to a fat old woman!"
"My sexy mamani!" I told her. "You are not fat. You have meat in the right places. Your buttocks -- so good to pinch and spank, mamani. I would love to spank you. Your boobs are big, and nice, and supple. Any man would love to suck on your tits. And your kissable cheeks! I could kiss them all day. Mamani, you don't know how gorgeous and sexy an Indian woman you are!"
"Oh, Nazu!"
Shaheen couldn't control herself any more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me hard. Her lips brushed against my cheeks. Unable to control myself, I too wrapped my arms around her waist. My bandaged hands prevented me from feeling anything, of course.
SMOOCH!
"You are such a sweet nephew, my jaanu." My aunt whispered to my ears. She then kissed me, pressing her lips onto my cheeks.
SMOOCH!
"Are you always a ladies man, jaanu?" She continued. "You know just the right things to say, beta."
SMOOCH!
"I haven't worn a sari in ages, beta. I was afraid I was going to look like an old hag. But you made me feel like a sexy goddess. Like a Bollywood heroine."
SMOOCH!
"You always know how to pump me up and make me feel good." Shaheen continued. "I wore this sari just for you, beta."
SMOOCH!
"Oh mamani." I managed to utter. "Just wait until I am fully healed. I will properly ... pump ... you with my lund! You will be screaming for joy, mamani, like you have never before."
"Oh, naughty boy." My aunt grinned, and once again gave my ears a tight twist. "Always thinking about doing naughty things to your poor mamani! I bet you are sad your hands can't grope my big peechwade now, eh Nazu!"
"Oh mamani." I gushed. "If my hands were free right now, your big peechwade would be bright red with the spanking I would have given it!"
"He he." Shaheen giggled, and once again gave my ears a twist.
"I guess I better let go of you now, jaanu." She said, "Your lund is practically poking a hole in me."
I wanted to make another quip about actually poking her proper hole, but I held my tongue. Shaheen sat down beside me on the sofa. She then used a blanket to cover my nakedness. It felt strange, sitting with my aunt on the sofa while sporting a large tent in front of me. Shaheen looked at the bulge and giggled. She then stretched out her arms.
"Oh, I am so tired." My aunt commented. "I have this terrible back pain for sometime."
I made a sympathetic noise.
"Too bad my hands are covered." I told her. "Otherwise I would have given you a nice massage."
My aunt grinned.
"You just want an excuse to touch and grope my peechwade and sexually assault me!" Shaheen said. "Good things your hands are now tied up, you badmaash ladke!"
"Oh mamani." I made a face. "I really give a nice massage. You can ask any one of my girlfriends. None of them have any complaints!"
My aunt seemed to be weighing up my offer, but then she shrugged.
"I can always ask the maid to give me a massage." She said, and then giggled. "At least she won't be trying to rape me while doing it!"
"Hey!" I made a face. "Just trying to help my sexy mamani."
"Hmm." Shaheen pursed her lips. "Maybe I will take a nice hot shower."
"Is your bed OK?" I asked her. "The mattress is quite soft. Maybe you need to switch to a harder one."
"Maybe." Shaheen seemed to be lost in thought. "But lately, ever since last year or so, I have been suffering, no matter where I sleep. It comes and goes though."
After some quietness, I ventured a guess.
"Mamani, can I say something?" I asked. "I think I know why you are having back pain."
Shaheen looked at me, her eyes wide.
"Of course, beta. You can say anything to me, jaanu. Tell me, why do you think I have backpain?"
"Um ... do you wear a bra, barey mamani?"
At first Shaheen didn't know what to say. Her jaws opened, and for a moment I thought she would clip my ears. Then she shut her mouth, and involuntarily glanced down to look at her chest area, and then back at me.
"Er ... no beta, I mean ... I am not wearing one now. Why are you asking?"
"I have noticed," I continued, "Whenever you are home, and you are wearing a nightie, you don't wear a bra. And now, even though you are wearing a blouse, you are not wearing a bra. And I guess that's usually how it is when you are home."
"Oh, my." My aunt gave a nervous giggle. "And how do you know I don't wear a bra, Nazu?"
"You have big breasts, mamani." I answered, without missing a beat. "Your nipples are quite firm and prominent, pressing against your blouse, mamani. I can tell easily you are not wearing a bra right now."
Shaheen blushed a bright red. Then she smiled at me.
"You think I have big breasts, Nazu?"
"You definitely do, mamani." I told her. "Only Taiba's breasts are bigger. But she wears a nice bra to support them, mamani, and you need to do the same. Otherwise you will continue to have back pain, and your boobs will start to sag."
"Er ... do you think my boobs sag now, Nazu?"
"Hard to say, mamani, without looking."
"You naughty boy." Shaheen grinned.
Her hands went under the blanket and wrapped themselves around my turgid phallus.
"Oh my! You are hard, Nazu. I just gave you a blowjob this morning!"
"Talking to one's sexy mamani about her big breasts has that effect on nephews, mamani. And remember, mamani, I cam cum three four times a day -- no problem!"
Slowly Shaheen removed the blanket to reveal my rock hard manhood, now quickly rising to attention. As I watched my aunt, she slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of me, moving her lips towards my dick.
* * *
I needn't have worried about mamu, or what effect the fear of cheating would have on Shaheen. For the next five days I was in heaven. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. If I was Hindu then I would say I must have done something good in my previous life.
I was getting a blowjob from my aunt ... three times daily. My AUNT was blowing me off THRICE! Every day!
Every morning, after I went to the bathroom, my aunt gave me my first blow job of the day, right before breakfast, in her bedroom, as I stood there, fully naked. This was the best blowjob of the day since my hands were unwrapped and not in bandages, so I could use them to full effect. And I did.
Her boobs. Her buttocks. Her curves. Her love handles. Her cheeks. Her lips. No part of her body was left unmolested. Whatever I could grope, I groped. Whatever I could squeeze, I squeezed. Whatever I could pinch, I pinched. Whatever I could fondle, I fondled. Whatever I could finger, I fingered.
It would start with us standing and kissing. My hands would roam all over her body, paying particular homage to her love canal. She would be dripping wet! I did try and part her legs, but she gently protested and told me, "Not now, beta. Maybe when you are completely healed."
She was so sweet! She didn't want me to overdo it and spoil the healing of my hands! So I left her love tunnel alone and focused on other parts of her body. My attention shifted to her behind.
After groping her buttocks for some time, I smacked them a couple of times. When I was sufficiently hard, she knelt down on her knees in front of me, and then took my cock in her mouth.
After that it was a repeat on the first day, when the blowjob started slowly and steadily before picking up steam. Unlike the first day, I was not gentle with her at all. She was a housewife, and her husband had been gentle and meek her whole life. What she needed, I deduced, was some roughness. And I seemed to be correct.
I would hold her by her hair. Sometimes I would pinch her nostrils. I always slapped her whenever I wanted her to take me in even deeper. No words were exchanged. If she was doing something I didn't like, I slapped her.
SLAP!
If she was doing sometime I loved, I patted the top of her head and then slapped her.
SLAP!
And finally, when I would cum, it would be a violent, roaring, earth shattering explosion of a passionate orgasm, overwhelming her throat with a deluge of cum. And Shaheen would swallow every drop, licking and milking me completely dry.
Throughout the day I would hug and kiss her, even with my hands in bandages. Those kisses, which had started from a platonic kiss on the cheeks, had moved inch by inch closer to her lips and by now were fully on her luscious lips, pressing and sucking her tongue on every kiss, leaving her breathless after every make out session. We made out often. In the kitchen. On the couch. In the living room. In the bedroom. And every time, my dick got harder and harder. It helped, of course, that I was butt naked throughout, and barey mamani casually fondled me whenever I got too hard. I was often oozing pre-cum. We had dropped all the charade of being respectful with each other like an aunt and nephew, and were two passionate lovers waiting for one of them to heal.
Right after lunch time, when we would wash up and then sit on the couch for an afternoon movie, she would give me another release. I would sit on the couch like a king or warlord, legs spread apart, with my aunt down on her knees in front of my, like a slave girl from yore, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked my manhood like a candy. Since my hands were in bandages, this time I couldn't be rough on her as I liked, so it would be a quick session. Her hands would stroke the inside of my thighs, or the base of my scrotum, and soon I would be emptying my load inside her throat.
"Hope you are comfortable now, Nazu beta." She would say, snuggling close to me, her breath smelling of my jizz. "I want you to be relaxed. I know it's tough, being naked and horny and unable to do anything about it."
"Mmm." On the first day I had grinned and replied. "Thank you, barey mamani. Do you provide this service to all of your patients?"
Shaheen laughed but didn't say anything. Every day I would flirt with her after the afternoon blowjob until I would see that her cheeks were flushed and she was visibly aroused. Too bad I couldn't help her out the way she was helping me out.
Then, when we would retire to bed at night, she would once again give me the pleasure of her mouth. The first night, she made me sit on the bed, knelt in front of me and blew me off. The following nights she lay down beside me in bed, fondled me until I was hard, and then got up and sucked me until I had my orgasm. It was something, I learnt later, that she would do sometimes to her husband.
"But of course," She added, with a smile. "With him it's once a week, perhaps, not like you, ready to go off multiple times a day! And of course, you cum a lot, beta!"
"It's lovely to see you swallow it completely, mamani." I told her appreciatively. "It's something many women don't like to do."
"Hmm... you had the experience, I see." My aunt's eyes flashed me a naughty smile. "Well, beta, they say it does wonders for your complexion and helps with one's weight loss, so if I have a man ready to give it to me, why not try it!"
"Er ... sure, mamani, any time!"
My aunt also talked about my uncle often. Perhaps it was her way of comforting herself even as she was giving me a blowjob after blowjob, or perhaps she was subtly reminding me that she was married even as she had started her affair with me, and I would joke about fucking her, but I learnt a lot about my mamani and mamu's sexual habits.
"Initially your mamu wanted sex all the time." She told me, once we were relaxing on the couch after lunch after a spectacular blowjob. "But he had zero knowledge about foreplay, so it was very painful for me. I never got wet at all and he would rub himself against me and enter me painfully. Thankfully it was over very quickly."
"Mamani." I told her earnestly. "When I take a wonderful woman such as yourself to bed, I can guarantee that's not a problem. All my girlfriends enjoy themselves."
"Oh, you naughty boy." She laughed, and gently gave my now flaccid member a pat. "I bet you know all about pleasuring women."
"The last time I fucked my girlfriend," I told her, wildly exaggerating, and using the word 'fuck' repeatedly to drive home the point, "I fucked her all night. And next morning, she couldn't go to class -- she was unable to leave her dorm. She could hardly walk!"
"Chal! Jhoot! Lies!" My aunt retorted, but I could see that her eyes were intrigued. I merely shrugged and used a bandaged hand to gesture at my penis. "You have seen the size of my lund, mamani. And you have seen the amount of cum I can produce. And how long I can last. Do you think I am lying?"
Shaheen didn't say anything, but I could see that she was definitely dying with curiosity. In a few days, when I would collect on the "bet", she would find out.
"Your mamu," She finally said, "Would be a proud man if he could last five minutes. Sometimes I was more concerned about getting the condom on time on his penis before he would cum."
"That won't be a problem for me, mamani." I told her boldly, and saw her blush. "You won't face any such distractions from me. It will be purely about your enjoyment. And you don't need to worry about condoms. You just need to think how to keep your voice down so the neighbours won't be alarmed."
Shaheen blushed furiously. She giggled and then gave me another hug, and then went to get some biscuits.
I could hardly believe myself. Things had gotten to the point where I was openly telling my barey mamani how I planned to royally fuck her, and how much pleasure she would get out of it. And she was taking it. She was taking it like a slut!
I was going to fuck her after all. After flirting with each other for so long, events now had conspired to that fate that her married pussy was going to be mine. I knew it. She knew it. It was just a matter of time. I was right now doing everything to her but fuck her.
"I ... I have only been with one man." Shaheen confided to me shyly, once she returned with some biscuits. "All this ... is very ... new to me."
"Do you like," I told her, looking straight into her eyes, "Do you like what I do to you ... in the mornings?"
I could see my aunt blush a deep red. She started down at the floor, before looking up at me, and smiled bashfully. Then she nodded, before blushing and looking away again.
"Every woman," I told her, sounding like an expert but really parroting off lines I had read in an erotic story by famous Indian erotica writer Tarek Zia online. "Every woman likes the touch of a man other than her husband. She is used to her husband. But you, mamani, you are a real woman. A passionate woman. You deserve more. You deserve proper pleasure, barey mamani."
She was like putty in my hands, literally melting in front of my eyes. I decided to take another bold gambit.
"Barey mamani." I ordered. "Spread your legs."
Shaheen looked surprised, but didn't protest. She put down the plate of biscuits, and then spread her legs.
"Roll up your nightie." I told her.
She wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her pubic hair glistening. She was wet! She saw me looking, and then shyly closed her legs and tried to resume normally eating her biscuits again. I laughed and let the matter drop for now.
I wonder what the maid Pushpita thought about it all. When she would come to clean in the mornings, I would be in bed, lying under the covers, resting. She would go to the washroom and clean it, and then come out and clean (dust, sweep, mop) the bedroom floor. She always had a smile and a grin on her face, though she never spoke much to me. What did she know?
Was she amused at finding me in my aunt's -- her mistress's -- bed? Did she know about the accident, or the fact that I was buck naked under the covers? Or did she smell cum in the air from a blowjob just fifteen minutes before? I would find out later.
I also have to tell you of one more thing.
From the second day of our affair, which was Wednesday, I had also, very subtly but effectively, started to spank Shaheen.
It was very important that I spank her.
I was already slapping her during the blowjobs, so spanking was the next logical step. I always like to spank my girlfriends and treat them a little roughly, and if barey mamani was giving me a blowjob ... well then I was going to treat her like my girlfriend. I had already spanked Taiba (God! I miss her! When was that fat chick coming back?!). After Shaheen fell in love with my dick, it was only right that her butt felt the force of my hand. Besides, I didn't exactly like the power dynamic of this affair, so this was the quickest and most effective way to change it.
It started on Wednesday. After my morning freshening up, when she had given me a blowjob, she stood up, swallowing my cum. She smiled at me, opening her mouth to show me she had swallowed it all.
"Good girl!" I told her, using the phrase 'girl' on purpose. "You know how to please a man."
Shaheen purred at the praise. I wasn't done.
I reached out and grabbed her hips. She was surprised, but didn't resist in any way. I swung her around so her back was to me. Then I gently pushed her on her upper back so she was now bent over at her waist. I rolled up her nightie, way above her hips, so her buttocks were now on view. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see that she was dripping like a faucet.
My palm rested on her buttocks. Her breathing was fast. She was excited, curious, and apprehensive as to what I was doing to her. Over the last two days Shaheen had lost a lot of inhibitions, and for now contended herself with giving me a blowjob, but the time was soon when she knew she would be fucked. Perhaps she thought that time was now, but I had other plans.
I gave one of her butt cheeks a squeeze.
"Barey mamani." I told her, fondling her butt. "You have a very nice gaand. Lovely to spank."
"Er ... thank you, beta."
"And I am going to spank you now, barey mamani. I do this to all of my girlfriends. Please place your hands on the bed and steady yourself."
"Er ... ok, beta. Please be gentle with me, will you?"
My aunt, now humiliatingly bent over, knowing that she was going to get spanked by her nephew, could do nothing to stop me. Slowly and slow, she was succumbing to me. I raised my hand.
SPANK!
My aunt grunted as I hit her right butt cheek, hard, over her nightie, and her body swayed slightly, but otherwise she said nothing.
"Barey mamani." I told her. "Next time, use a lotion when you are jerking me. It makes it easier on my penis."
"Yes, beta." She murmured.
SPANK!
This time I hit her on her left butt cheek. Hard.
"You are doing a great job, mamani. This was by far the best blow job I received. A little attention to details, and it would be perfect."
"Er ... thanks, beta."
SPANK!
Right butt cheek again.
"Alright, mamani. I think that should be enough for now."
My aunt stood up. Her face was flushing a bright red. Part in excitement at something kinky, something new, partly in embarrassment at being spanked by her nephew. She wasn't a natural submissive like Taiba, so this was humiliating for her, but this was also something that had never happened to her before in this context, and so the kinky part won out. She could hardly look at my face in shame.
She applied the bandages on my hands keeping her eyes down, and then helped me with the T-shirt without speaking a word. As she left the room after I was back on the bed, I could see her rubbing her buttocks where I had spanked her.
I grinned. Soon, she would be doing more than just rubbing her buttocks after a spanking.
Thursday morning I spanked her again. I wanted to spank her after every blowjob, but it was only in the mornings when my hands were free from bandages, so it had to be once a day.
For now.
After I had freshened up, and Shaheen had inspected my manhood and the scalding (which was now healing quite nicely) she obediently went down on me, and I had a nice orgasm in her mouth. After the blowjob was done, she looked up at me expectantly.
Good, I thought. She is expecting a spanking, and I am going to give it to her. But not in a predictable fashion. One must always keep the girls curious, thinking, and surprised. They are not in control. You are.
So instead I wrapped my arms around her ample hips and hugged her tight. Surprised, but delighted, Shaheen also pressed herself against me. I pressed my lips against her and we French-kissed for a while, playing with each other's tongues.
This was another reason why I started to spank her yesterday. It was clear that Shaheen didn't really like being spanked, but she had to accept it if she wanted to continue the naughtiness of our physical affair and enjoy my dick. If there was something else she could do that reduced the spanking, she would. I was now French kissing her, something I wouldn't have done a few days ago, and she was willingly participating it, hoping to not get spanked. But of course, I had other plans. I continued to kiss her for some time.
Then I softly squeezed her buns.
"Barey Mamani." I told her. "It's time for your spanking. Please bend over."
Shaheen made a face.
"Oh, beta." She seemed to plead. "Do I have to? Didn't I do everything right? Must you spank me?"
"Yes, I have to spank you." I gave her a small pinch on her buttocks. "And that question just earned you one more spank, barey mamani."
Quickly, without wasting a single more moment, Shaheen turned around and obediently bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the bed for support, and presenting her big ass to me, wriggling it slightly. She was giggling, but I could see she was also apprehensive.
I was elated. This is what I wanted. Shaheen was craving from me something her husband was unable to give her. Shaheen wanted to be taken like a woman, and she wanted a real man to do it. And if the price to pay was a spanking, she was willing to pay that price. Of course, she still hasn't been "taken" yet, but that was coming. The blowjobs were my appetizer. I placed a hand on her buttocks.
"I liked the fact that you used the lotion today." I complimented her, slowly patting her rear. "This is why you were spanked yesterday, and it shows that you learned from your spanking."
"Yes, beta."
SPANK!
The blow was hard, and fast. No soon had she finished uttering the word 'beta' had I spanked her butts, hard.
"Umph!" She grunted, but didn't say anything much.
"Next time when you blow me, look me in the eye. Every man likes that."
"Yes, beta."
SPANK!
I raised my hand again. The challenge was that I was spanking her while she had her nightie on, which kept slipping, and I had to adjust. If I was spanking her, I was going to spank her on her bare bottom.
"In the future, when my hands are hopefully not wrapped in bandages," I told her, "You HAVE to present your behind to me for a spanking EVERY time."
"Yes, beta."
SPANK!
I softly patted her where I spanked her. This time I was spanking her on the same butt cheek every time.
"You are now dealing with a real man, mamani. And I plan to treat you like a real woman, who will get respect from me, and who will be properly satisfied by a real man, but who will also be spanked when correction is needed."
"Yes, beta."
SPANK!
"Also, this one is for delaying and asking me if you really need a spank."
"Yes, beta. I am sorry, beta."
SPANK!
I let her remain bent over for a minute, and then affectionately patted and squeezed her rump.
"Five spanks is enough for now, mamani. You can stand up."
"Er ... yes, beta."
Friday and Saturday followed like the days before. Morning blowjobs. Spanking. Afternoon blowjob. Night blowjob. And in between lots of make out and other action.
Sunday I fucked her.