Raju saw his saree-clad aunt Sonia walk down the stairs and move into the living room. His jaws crunched at the mouthful of Cheerios and milk as his lust-filled eyes followed her massive buttocks. Her saree was tightly adhered around her body. Her bubble butt wiggled in slow, gyrating movements; her waist line marginally visible to a casual onlooker.
Raju's adrenalin was rushing through his veins, his hard-on attaining throbbing proportions. Sonia went over to the window and looked out, stretching her hands, yawning, her saree hugging her buttocks closer now. Raju stopped chewing, staring at the huge mounds that jutted out of her saree, revealing a very visible panty line. Raju just turned 18 last week. With a thin build and height of 5'6" he had a long way to go whereas Sonia was in her mid-forties, a full-figured woman weighing 190 lbs. and stood at 5' 11".
Raju feels sensual attraction towards his aunt. He fantasizes going down on his aunt.
He had developed an extreme fetish for oral sex in the last few years. He watched countless porns on cunnilingus and recently got an old book on oral sex guide. He made a promise to keep himself virgin until marriage but wants some practical experience. Raju also did some serious research when learned about the myth of female ejaculation and orgasm.
Raju always wondered how she would look in ultra low waist sarees. Her body had retained the firmness and natural curves despite her extra pounds. Her waist still hovering at about 29". But it was the curve at her hip that took the cake. Sonia was a whopping 44" around her hips.
She turned around and walked over to the dining table, Raju now resuming to munch on the Cheerios.
"Mornin', Raju, how did you sleep?" she asked while walking over.
"Slept well, as I usually do," Raju responded, gouging down a spoonful of the cereals.
"Ahhh... need some coffee," she said, helping herself to a mug and pouring some into it.
Raju glanced at her blouse. The pallu of her saree didn't cover both her breasts. She didn't have large breasts for a woman her size, actually pretty small at around 32", unsure what the cup size was. Her shoulders were extensively wide and her upper arms were thick but had a feminine demeanor.
"Have some shopping to do today. Minarma's supposed to give me company," she said, referring to his mother.
"She told me about it, planning on Shopping center for the holiday day sale," Raju muttered, looking up.
"Yeah...I'll see if I can get some deals on a xbox for Manik," he said.
Manik was his twenty-two-year-old cousin who chose to stay home with his friends rather than give his mom company. Sonia stood by the table, sipping coffee. Raju stared at her minimally exposed tummy and wondered if she would reveal slightly more.
"Well, I guess I'll start getting ready now; Minarma might be looking for me soon," she said, moving towards the stairs and walking up. Raju's eyes were glued to her butt cheeks as they gyrated beneath the saree as she took her steps up.
"My God, if she sits on my face, I'd be dead meat," he thought to himself, gray thoughts clouding his mind. He watched as she completed her ascent up the stairs; his thoughts blurred.
"God almighty...please do something," he whispered to himself, shaking his head and gobbled another spoonful, munching on it in frustration.
He was reading his stuff on molecular biology when he heard the bell ring. Raju climbed down the stairs from his bedroom, came over to the door, and peered through the eyepiece.
"Oh, they're back," he said to himself, opening the door only to find aunt Sonia there with a couple of bags.
"Minarma had some unfinished business with her friends and decided to stay with them," Sonia said, moving in.
"She'll be back by evening...Oh, I'm Ok," she said when Raju motioned to help her with her bags. Sonia walked into the living room, bags in hand, as Raju began his perverted stares on her plump behind. He closed the door, eyes fixated on the rotund mounds of flesh.
Raju's naughty thoughts running in his mind. Raju quickly got back to his room, sporting a hard-on that was hard to conceal.
"Oh, God..." he whispered, throwing himself on the bed. He had to do something; aunt Sonia was driving him nuts.
The phone rang, and Raju grabbed it, his thoughts disturbed.
"Hey, Raju...I might get late at Uncle Kumar's place...might have to come in the morning tomorrow," his mother's voice through the earpiece.
"Ok, mom, I'll ask aunt Sonia to fix me something," he said.
"Have fun and see ya tomorrow," he said, ending the call.
He had very little choice; Raju masturbated over and over. He had seen aunt Sonia visually undressed while she had prepared dinner for him. He thought of how she would look in low navel saree, and if she walked from one end of the room to another and how her underbelly would plop right out if she would pull her saree further down. Raju masturbated furiously, relaxing when he ejaculated and fell into a deep sleep.
"Raju..." He awoke to a jerk, opening his eyes he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Aunt Sonia was staring down at him; she was wearing a blue saree, soaking wet, her pallu went like a rope between her breasts and was tucked tightly at her widely exposed waist.
"God, she is looking so hot," he thought to himself.
Raju got up, checking his watch...6:15 in the morning. He had a few hours before his exams on molecular biology. He wondered why she was all wet and could guess that something was wrong.
"Yes, aunt Sonia," he murmured in partial consciousness.
"The washbasin is leaking; think you can fix it?" she asked. He realized she took a futile attempt at fixing the washbasin, hence the drenching.
