Lila had a hard time focusing on her work that morning, impatiently checking the clock every few minutes. As soon as the hour of noon arrived, she turned off her computer, straightened her desk and said goodbye to her co-workers. To them, she was a middle-aged woman, quiet and reserved, a widow for some years. Several times other girls at the firm had tried to fix her up. One had a widowed uncle, another had an older relative who lived in a nearby city. Lila always politely declined the offers. She knew this puzzled them, because she was still reasonably attractive, and what woman wouldn't want the security and comfort of a nicely placed husband?
What Lila could not explain to them, dared not even hint at, was that she had been her nephew's lover for the past year. When her husband died, her sister and brother-in-law insisted that she move in with them, knowing she had been left with very little. Lila was grateful to her sister and brother-in-law for their generosity. Not every family was so willing to take in a widowed sister or daughter, especially one with very little financial means.
But once she moved into her sister's home, things had not gone according to plan. Her handsome 27-year old nephew, Masoud, had shown an interest in her. Lila tried to fight off his advances, but was equally drawn to him as he to her. One day, when they were alone in the house, he simply took what he wanted, following her to the shower and making her his own private lover.
Their torrid affair had continued to this day.
Lila hurried to the small market near her apartment. She saved enough money from her job, so that, against the dismayed protests of her sister, she could move out to a place of her own. The boldness of her nephew convinced her that living under the same roof with his parents would only mean disaster in the end, sure they would be caught by someone in the household.
Masoud had instructed her to come home from work, shower, and then wait for him on her bed, wearing nothing. He wished to see her naked upon walking in the door. She could not refuse him and knew he would pleasure her body for hours.
A short while later she returned home, a grocery bag in her hands. She put away her few groceries, cutting up a cool watermelon into bite-sized cubes.
She showered, rubbed her body with lavender oil, placed the small cut-glass bowl of watermelon to the side of the bed, and lay back on the soft velvety comforter, awaiting the arrival of Masoud.
She didn't have long to wait before she heard his footsteps on the landing outside, and the key turning in the lock. He had his own key and would drop by any time he could, sometimes wakening her in the middle of the night by slipping into her bed.
Today he called out as he entered. "Auntie, I am here. Are you on your bed waiting for me?"
"Yes Masoud, I am here on the bed," she replied, her pussy already wet from just the sound of his voice.
He stopped in the doorway, taking in her full figured body, reclined across the bed. Her large soft breasts with their deep pink tips, her soft stomach, the gentle swell of her mound, covered in silky brown pubic hair. She was stroking one finger slowly through her pussy lips and as he stood there watching, Lila raised her wet finger to one breast and circled the wetness around the nipple until it hardened and became pointy.
Opening her arms, she beckoned to him. "Come to bed nephew, auntie needs you so badly."
Masoud strode toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside as he did so. Kicking off his shoes, he crawled onto the bed toward her, his eyes dark with desire.
They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing hungrily. It had only been two days since they could last be together but it felt much longer. "Aunt, I've been thinking of you all day long. My cock got so hard at work that I had to hide it from my co-workers!" His tongue slipped inside her mouth and his hands began to run across her body. He dipped his head to her breast,the one she had rubbed with her own juices and suckled the nipple. She whimpered and moaned, finally pulling him back up for another long deep kiss.
"Did anyone see you come in?" Lila asked him.
"I don't care if they did," he responded. "There's nothing wrong with a nephew stopping by to check on his aunt."
"I know, but surely people will wonder if they see you coming here so often."
"I only agreed to your moving out so that we could be together more. If you're worried about people seeing me coming and going, maybe you should move back home. That way, we can be together every night." Her nephew turned Lila over onto her stomach, pushing several pillows to lift up her hips. *Smack!* his hand came down on her butt cheek.
