My Aunty Sujata

I am Rajat and here I am sharing my experiences with my Aunty. She is Sujata and by the virtue of relationship, is my paternal aunt (Father's younger brother's wife}. I stay with my Aunty alone in an apartment in Kolkata. My parents stay in Cuttak and what is interesting in the story is the fact that my Aunty is a widow and she is 32.She was widowed just a week after her marriage with my uncle, 12 years ago and at that time I was 18 years. After my uncle's death my parents left me with my Aunty in Kolkata because it was not possible for her to stay alone in Kolkata and she did not want to go to Cuttak. I was one of two kids of my parents. Hence I was entrusted to take care of my Aunty thinking that her loneliness would be reduced by the presence of a kid. Initially I wished to go back to Cuttak but as couple of years passed my interest to go back to Cuttak weaned. This happened because my Aunty used to take utmost care of me. She loved me a lot and fulfilled all my requirements. She almost filled the vacuum in me, of being away from my mother.I never looked at my Aunty from that perspective until I was 19 yrs old. By that time my Aunty and I were emotionally very close to each other. We used to share our joys and sorrows together. I never hesitated in expressing myself in front of my Aunty as was I very frank with her. This frankness was a result of my stay with her for 3 years. We used to regularly go out to watch movies, to shop, to dine outside. I was completely dependent on my Aunty. She knew me very well and hence also knew my choice. From selecting my clothes to the kind of soap I used, she did it all for me. She was a complete woman for me.But then a strange change started to take place in me. Now I looked at my Aunty more like a women than my Aunty. My feelings towards her were now undergoing a change. Previously I never read too much into her smiles but now her smile used to cause an amazing sensation in me. At times I used to stare at her body and especially her boobs and ass. So now let me describe my Auntie's physical appearance. She is fair complexioned, has two small but pyramid erect boobs and a pair of nicely curved ass. She has a perfect body from all respects. Being a widow she does not wear fancy saris nor puts on a lot of cosmetics.

She simply wears a light colored sari with just a hint of lipstick on her lips and hair lightly soaked in oil, properly tied in a knot. In spite of being simple, she looked amazingly beautiful and attractive.As time passed, I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I could not imagine my life without her and she was a perfect woman for me in all respects. There were many girls in my locality but to me my Aunty was the sexiest of them all. Now I felt sexually attracted towards her. I used to masturbate thinking about her. Initially I was frustrated because in spite of being very close to her I never got the courage of expressing myself to her. Therefore, I had to restrict myself. But I had made up my mind to screw her at a proper time. Then a few events happened and eventually I got a chance to fuck her. Here's what happened…It was a Saturday morning and I was busy preparing to go to school. I had a bath and came out of my room and then passing by my Auntie's room I saw something. Her room's door was half open and I was able to peep inside it. I suddenly noticed my Aunty coming out of the bathroom after having a bath. She was brushing her hairs. What stunned me was the fact hat she was wearing a skimpy, almost transparent low v-collar shirt with an equally transparent skirt hanging up to around 4 inch above her knees. It exposed her lower thighs and whole of the legs, which were perfectly shaped like that of an athlete and were brilliantly pink, smooth and devoid of hair. I was able to see her bra and panty through it. I was completely shocked to see a widow wearing such a revealing dress. The fact that she always remained

Simple in front of me also hit my mind. I could have never imagined my simple Aunty wearing such a sexy outfit. This aroused me a lot and my penis was standing at an angle of 90 degrees, saluting her. And if this wasn't enough the next thing surely stunned me. Going near the dressing table she removed her outfit. Now I was seeing her in a black bra and a panty. I was able to see the fleshy part of her boobs as her bra was very tight and a small portion of her boobs remained out of it. She was looking amazing and for a moment I thought of raping my Aunty. She had a perfectly pink skin, and her armpits were completely shaved. Then she wore her petticoat and her blouse. As she was about the put on her sari I rushed to my room for some much needed masturbation. That day I decided not to go to school. I told my Aunty that I wasn't feeling well. And then I spent the whole day staring at her body and cleavage. The image of my Aunty standing in her undergarments haunted me for the next one month. And then I started on my mission "Fuck Aunty".As my 2 months summer holidays began, I started on my mission. I used to be in the house all day; I tried to get physically close to my Aunty. Whenever she cooked in the kitchen, I would stand besides her pretending to learn cooking but actually, I used to press my hardened cock against her ass. Surprisingly I had no reactions from her. I wanted my Aunty to know about my feelings towards her and for this I did something unusual. Now I started bringing in magazines that had many sexy stories. I used to purposely read that magazine in front of my Aunty. I would keep those magazines purposely in such places where my Aunty could find them. A couple of times my Aunty found those magazines but she didn't let me know that. I wasn't sure what was going in her mind but I knew that I had made all my efforts to signal my desires.My Aunty and I used to watch television together and while watching television whenever an intimate scene came on,

I used to quickly change the channel. Now in spite of sitting with my Aunty, I watched those scenes and made her watch them too. A couple of times we saw men and women kissing each other and then one night I committed a brave act. I brought home the CD of the movie "Dayawan" and played it. I and my Aunty watched the entire movie together. All throughout, the movie she never uttered a single word, even when Vinod khanna fucked Madhuri Dixit with that long lasting French kiss. A couple of times she looked at me and I behaved in such innocent manner that she could not make out anything.Then the next week passed by with much happening in it and then the decisive move came.I knew that my Aunty used to wear that sexy outfit only in her room at night. So one night, at about 12 o clock when my Aunty was fast asleep, I knocked on her room's door. She opened the door and was wearing that sexy outfit. My Aunty asked me "What's the matter Ajay? You have not slept till now?" I replied "Aunty I am not having good sleep for past many days, so can I sleep in you room tonight?"My Aunty without a moment's hesitation, replied "Oh sure". She never made any pretence of covering herself from me and she felt perfectly comfortable with me even in that sexy outfit. So I slept beside her on the bed.At about 2 Am.. I woke up and saw my Aunty fast asleep. Then I started my final deal. I started to move my hands around her well carved thighs and waist. I continued to do so for half an hour and then I directed my hands towards her cleavage and moved my fingers around it. I was able to touch the upper part of her boobs and his aroused me lot. I continued to do so and then my Aunty suddenly woke up and caught my hand. I was terrified. She turned around and smiled seeing me. She said "What are you doing Ajay?


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