Ours was a middle class family. My father's sister, Shalini used to live with us at the time I was born. She was 17 at that time. Right from the time I remember, she used to take care of me since my father and mother used to work and they used to leave home by 8 O'clock in the morning and be back around 6 pm. Since my aunt was unmarried and not working at the time she used to take care of me. My earliest memories are that she used to bathe me till the time I was 10 or 11 and feed me etc.
She got married at the age of 26 or so and moved out. And she always remained my favorite aunt and she too almost treated me as her own child. We were very close and intimate as I grew up. I used to frequently visit her home and stay over night many times as I grew up. There were times I slept in the same bed with her. She did not have children till late in her marriage. Some time around 4-5 years after her marriage her husband left for a job in USA and she used to live alone at home. Just before this a daughter was born to them. So many times I used to go over to her place to give her company. Since we were very close there were times she used to change her clothes in front of me without any inhibitions and I too used to move around with just shorts in the house. there were also times when she would go for bath and ask me to hand the towel to her when she was done as she had forgotten to take it with her and I have seen her many times just in a petticoat and a bra and sometimes even she just covered in a towel and nothing else. But neither of us felt anything about it, although as a teen-ager I was becoming more and more curious about the female body and also about things pertaining to sex. I never knew what and how it is done and was always curious about how children are born only to married people.
Her husband used to come once every two or three years to be with her and there were rumours that she was living with another woman in the US . In the circumstances some times she used to be sad and share a little with me though not everything. And like a son I used to comfort her and take care of her.
Once when I was 18, I went over to stay for a couple of days with her. As usual she was alone (her 7 yr old daughter was sent to her grandparents home. It was a warm summer evening. We had our supper early and sat talking for a long time in cool of the evening in the veranda. I was in my shorts and no shirt as it was quite warm and she was in a nighty. After sometime I moved to a divan nearby and she was sitting near my legs as I lied down. As we were talking she began to rub my hairy legs with her hands. This was something we had done many times before but that day I do not know what happened to me - I began to get hard. Her hands were rubbing me below the knees. But something got hold of me and I began to get a hard on. Now I was afraid aunty would be angry with me so I began to turn on to my side in order to hide my discomfort. I do not know at this point if aunty noticed it, but she went on continuing with the same gesture, of course now she had reached my thighs, rubbing me and feeling my hair on the legs.
Then out of nowhere, I heard her saying, "Sonny you have grown up so fast. I remember you as a baby then a small boy." She began to reminisce. "I used to give bath to you as a baby and also as a small boy till you were almost 10 years old. (That's when she got married and moved out of our home). But now you are such a big boy."
As I was in an embarrassing situation I was trying to shake her hand of me, but she continued. She began to move her hand more and more above to my thighs and even below the hem of my shorts.
Then she said, "Sonny, I know you are feeling uncomfortable. Don't worry, I want you to just enjoy. There is nothing to be ashamed about and it is natural." Saying this she moved her hands further up and began to feel my balls. Boy I just could not control myself. I was ram rod hard. She now moved her hands to my dick and began to feel its hardness. On the one hand something was telling me that it was not right, yet I liked what she was doing and my own feelings. I was oozing loads of precumm. Aunty pulled my skin a little down and passed a finger over the head feeling the precum.
She said," Sonny you are very big."
And she pulled my shorts down with the other hand. I turned on my back exposing my total hardness to her. She just gazed at it and said, "It has been such a long time I felt anything like this and bent down to kiss my dick."(Her hubby had left almost 5 years ago and had visited only once 2 yrs earlier). Boy! I never thought ladies did kiss the dick too.
Then the unimaginable happened, she pulled my skin all the way down and bent down and took the tip into her mouth. Nothing in my imagination or fantasies ever matched this. Boy! I was trying to pull it out as I knew I was going to shoot my cumm. She just took it out of my mouth to say, just enjoy. But before she could say I squirted all over her face. I just shrieked in shame and fear, apologising profusely for the dirty act.
She just smiled and said "Don't worry; I knew you were going to do this". This was totally something out of the blue for me that a lady would even take the cumm in her mouth.
Then she said to me, with desiring eyes,
"Sonny, I am going to tell you something. You must not tell this to anyone this must remain a secret between us for all of life. Never ever under any circumstances will you tell this to anyone?"