My Khala (Aunty) was a 61-year-old typical looking Bengali mature woman. She was just over 5' 1", chubby with a bunch of fatty rolls on her mid-rif and large tits that drooped over a protruding belly. She had strong big round buttocks that tapered into skinny ankles. She always covered her hair and always wore either a shelwar kameez or a mexi dress. Six months had passed since circumstances took a turn and I had sex with Khala. Since then, she would often come to my home that I shared with my parents, and I would try and stay out of the way should she say something that would incriminate me.
Today, she had turned up, more flustered than usual. I opened the door to her and gave my salaam to her and she reciprocated. She asked where my mom was. I shrugged in the direction of the living room and headed upstairs to my room, but I didn't go in, as Khala headed into the living room. I stopped at the edge of the stairs and listened in as best as I could. I could hear Khala talking to my mom louder than usual and crazy thoughts ran through my head.
Six months ago, I had cum inside her, on her insistence. She said she was too old to get pregnant, but what if she wasn't? Surely, I would have noticed her stomach getting even bigger.
I heard my name being called by my mom and I froze. Oh shit, this is it. I heard the living room door open and my mom called out my name again.
I stood silent for a few seconds then said meekly: "ji?"
"Come down."
I could feel the blood draining from my face, but I went into my devil may care mode and went down the stairs.
Mom had already sat back down on the sofa when I walked into the living room.
"Your Khala has a problem." Mom started.
I don't know what my face was doing hearing that, but I know it wasn't my normal face. At that point I didn't know what face to make.
"There was a leak from the flat above where she lives and your Khala needs someone to paint her walls and put up some wallpaper."
"Wha...?" I said, relieved but also fighting the urge to pass out.
"Your Khala needs someone to do some decorating. Can you do it for her?"
I was the family handy man and so I was often asked to do small jobs for family.
"Er...yeh...do you have the paint and everything?" I asked, slowly getting back into the moment.
"Everything has been bought." Khala said.
"Ok. Is tomorrow ok? I've got tomorrow and the day after free before I head back to Uni." I said.
"Tomorrow is ok. What time will you come?" Khala asked.
"Morning?"
"Ok, yes. Thank you. I'll cook for you tomorrow."
"No need, Khala. Ok. I'll come tomorrow." And with that I left the room and headed up the stairs to my room, relief flooding over my body.
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The next morning, I quickly showered, ate, packed some tools, bid farewell to my mom and headed out in the car to my Khala's flat.
It was a short journey, some twenty minutes.
I parked outside the flat and rang her intercom.
I heard Khala's voice come through the speaker asking who it was. I said: "It's me, Khala. Come to do the decorating."
The door unlocked and I went in and headed up the steps to her flat. Khala, unlocked her flat door, gave a half smile and ushered me in. She was wearing a mexi again, with her hair out. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and I could just about make out her nipples under the dress. I glanced at the shape of her body through her dress and remembered laying on top of her naked body with her legs spread wide while I entered her wet pussy. I physically shook my head to get the images out of my mind.
"Have you eaten yet?" She asked, as I walked through into the hallway.
"Yes. Which room, Khala?" I was deliberately keeping conversation short so I wouldn't be drawn into a discussion.
"In the bedroom. The one you stayed in last time."
I headed towards the spare bedroom.
"Not that one. The other one."
I stopped dead in my tracks, She must remember everything. She must remember me touching her pussy. Massaging it. Licking it. Staying in her bedroom for the night. Fucking her.
"Ok." I said, without turning around. I kept walking to her bedroom.
"All the paint and brushes are in there." Khala said in the hallway, as I walked into the room and shut the door gently behind me.
Fuck.
Anyway. I was there to quickly do the job and get out.
I looked at the wall opposite the door and saw what had to be done. The wallpaper had come down and I could see a large area that had been damp.
I heard a gentle knock on the door and Khala opened it. She stood at the doorway and looked at the wall to be decorated.
"Will you be able to do it?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Ji oy. It's not that bad". I replied. "I'll remove the wallpaper, fill in any cracks, let it dry for a bit and then wallpaper over it. I might have to come back another day to paint it."
"Acha," Khala said. "I asked so many people and they said it would cost hundreds of pounds to do."
Yeh, I thought to myself, decorators are such scammers, bumping up prices as soon as they see a woman on their own.
"It's ok Khala, it's not that much work. I'll finish it quickly."
"Ok, thank you, phut (son). It's a great help. I will pay you for this ok?"
"No need Khala," I said, as I started to rip off the wallpaper.
"No, no, I insist," she said. "I'll get you some tea." And with that she turned around and went to the kitchen.
I continued to rip the wallpaper from the wall. The quicker I did this the quicker I could leave and not have any awkward conversations about that night with Khala.
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It took a good four hours to strip, fill, sand and re-wallpaper the wall. In that time, Khala had come and gone numerous times offering drink and food. However, I got the feeling she was coming in so often to see if I was doing a good job.
I stood back from my handy work and with my fists on my hips, I sighed satisfactorily.
I tidied up and then went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I dried my hands on the towel hanging from the door bar and wiped my face clean as well.
I left the bathroom and headed to the living room where I found Khala sitting watching Bangla TV.
"Khala, it's all done. Do you want to see?"
"Oh, thank you so much, phut." She said, as she got up from the sofa and headed to the bedroom. I followed behind her and saw her round ass move under her dress as she walked. She walked into the bedroom and looked around.