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.