From the pond Aunty raced him back to the house. Once they were inside the privacy of the big gates, she returned the favour by tugging on his penis until he was on the edge. She pulled off his clothes and they ate breakfast in the nude. They spent the whole day and most of the next in each other's arms like lovers.
Uncle would sit in a chair and watch them on bed. Usually he would quietly touch himself. Once Debdas was done, he would then slide into the bed and take care of Aunty's needs. Aunty seemed to enjoy these moments with Uncle. Uncle would kiss her, perform cunnilingus on her or finger her or sometimes all three. Years of conjugal familiarity had attuned him to her needs. Once Debdas was rejuvenated, Uncle would unobtrusively slip back to his chair.
Debdas and Aunty explored each other thoroughly. His stamina improved with each orgasm. Aunty was loving and very giving, her affection very maternal and tender. Debdas had seen pornographic films on the sly and the energetic love making shown between the actors had left him with wrong ideas. Aunty was slow and deliberate. She gave Debdas confidence to express himself and explore her body. In turn, she worked away on his body to elicit his secrets. Aunty was devoted to him. Her devotion was not at the cost of alienating Uncle. She often would break up their love play to give Uncle a quick suck or a kiss. She would reach out to hold his hand while Debdas was making love to her. She did everything to make him feel a part of the experience.
Neerja aunty loved to fellate Debdas. He would sit on the bed propped up by pillows. She would lie on her stomach on his legs and then start slowly sucking him, taking all the time in the world. There was no hurry. She would wet him with her saliva and run her tongue up and down the shaft. She learnt that the underside of his penis was most sensitive and gave it a lot of attention. The first time she did this, he involuntarily ejaculated. She giggled and cleaned him up and carried on fellating his flaccid penis until it was aroused again. She would take his testicles in her mouth one by one and devote time to it.
When receiving fellatio, Aunty's love consumed his whole sense of self and sent waves of pleasure surging through his body from the tip of his toes to the hair on his head. It was not the lustful love of a paramour. Her mouth was distinctly maternal, nurturing and affectionate. There was no sense that time was running out, that a checklist had to be completed. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she explored him. When they made love, her intimate warmth enveloped his phallus, giving him permission to buck, to twist and moan in sweet agony.
Neerja aunty introduced her to the infamous 'sixty nine' position. She pushed him down on the bed and lifted his legs up. She got on top of him, straddling his chest but facing away. Then she bent down and assumed the sixty nine position on top of him.She sucked on his penis, her head bobbing up and down.
"Husband, his nunu tastes so nice," she called out. "He keeps it so clean."
She suckled on his testicles, one by one. "His balls are so soft. So delicate," she moaned.
Her bottom jiggled near his mouth. He reached up, straining his neck, and licked aunty's nether region. Her body shivered and she moaned
"That's so good, Debdas," she moaned, as he licked faster, her encouraging noises spurring him on.
"I think he needs a pillow below his neck," said Uncle.
Uncle came and started finding a pillow of the appropriate proportions. When he saw Uncle by the side of the bed, Debdas stopped licking her, out of respect.
"Lift your head, son," said Uncle. He slipped a small, soft pillow underneath.
"Better now?" he asked.
Debdas mumbled his thanks. It was much more comfortable for him now. He did not have to strain his neck and head to reach up to her treasures anymore. He redoubled his efforts, snaking his tongue all over her privates, from her anus, along her taint and to her vagina. What he lacked in skill, he made up for with his enthusiasm. Aunty's lips were plastered around his penis and he felt her moan, the vibrations caressing his shaft. Slowly, she drew the love from within him and when he ejaculated, he did so inside her welcoming mouth, jerking upwards convulsively.
"Mmmm... you taste good too beta," she cooed, as she lay on his trembling body, soothing it with caresses of her hand.
To Debdas this felt like heaven, until aunty brought down back to earth.
"You know that we care about you, beta, don't you? But tonight, I was thinking that I could spend a little time alone with Uncle," she said as their limbs untangled.
"Of course, Aunty," he said.
Debdas did not like the idea of becoming a divisive wedge in their marriage. He was heartened that Uncle had signed off on this. He took off to his room, and fell into a deep, refreshing sleep. He woke late the next day as the sun was high in the sky. Neerja aunty was sitting on the sofa, reading a book.
"Good morning, lover" she said smiling.
"Good morning aunty."
"Today I am your mother beta," she said.
"Good morning, Ma!"
He sat besides her. She put down the book and pulled him onto her lap. She lifted up her kurta. She was not wearing a bra. Debdas reached up to kiss her breasts. She pulled down his shorts to expose his privates.
He suckled on her nipples. Lying on her lap, his face deep in her bosom and with his lower half exposed, he felt like he had regressed back to his childhood. Aunty fed him her breasts and slipped a hand underneath his tee shirt. Her soft palm caressed his chest and then moved slowly over his lower abdomen. It came to rest at the best of his erection. She ran the tips of her fingers gently over his penis and his testicles, causing him to moan. She found his sensitive spots and tickled them. She rested his testicles on her fingers and gently lifted them up and down.
