To begin the story, my aunt Usha is a 49-year-old chubby woman. My father's younger sister, Usha, has the perfect curves and folds in the right place. I have been fantasizing about her from the very start of my puberty. I am very fascinated by mature women, so from a young age, I have been drooling over her.
Her husband died in an accident right after the marriage, and my aunt has been widowed since. But she is a very open-minded and joyful person.
So, this happened when I had just finished my degree and was sitting idly at home.
Myself, I am Akash, 22 years old, with a 6.2-foot athletic build. My brother is in a hostel, and also my mom had planned a 2-day trip to our native place. So I was alone for 2 days and planned to drink at home.
The doorbell rang and I was surprised to see my aunt. She was in the neighborhood and too tired to go to her home as it was very far. So my chubby aunt decided to stay at our house. She was disappointed to hear that my mother was not here. I told her that I was bored too and that we would spend the evening doing something entertaining.
She came inside and sat on the sofa and started talking about normal stuff. And she said, "Hey, Mr. What will we do for entertainment?" and I said, "Usha aunty, don't tell my mom; actually, I have brought beers and had planned to chill today." I already told you guys that she was very cool and open-minded, and she readily agreed to join me.
It was the summer season, and it was very hot inside the house. Also, the fan in the living room was not working. So we moved to the bedroom where we were down to two beers and joking around.
As it was very hot, I took off my t-shirt and noticed that sweat was dripping in the armpit area of my aunt. I suggested to her that she remove her saree. She refused, saying that she did not bring a change of clothes and that also mom's clothes don't fit her.
I insisted she be comfortable and suggested she remove her blouse and saree and remain in her petticoat as no one was around. She hesitated at first, but after some time, maybe because of the beer, she changed her saree -- and that too in front of me. My aunt asked if I had a problem, and I told her that it was not an issue.
As she dropped her pallu, I could see the size of those perfect boobs and sweaty cleavage, and the folds in the navel area were mesmerizing me. She then removed her blouse, and her black bra sprang out holding the melons. Now she sat beside me and started drinking another beer.
