Chapter 7 -- Shaheen's Surrender
Indian aunt becomes a sex slave to her nephew
Author's note: This is a story of a cheating wife, of adultery, of incest. If that is not your thing, skip this story. And remember while adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure, and has no other purpose. -- Tarek Zia
It was early Sunday morning and my eyes woke up as the sun rays hit the bed. For a second I wondered where I was.
Of course! I was in my aunt Shaheen's bed. I was naked. It had been a hot night last night, and the air conditioning had been wonky. I usually wore a T-shirt which I had skipped last night. My aunt, as usual, was wearing one of her nighties. After she had given me a blowjob, we had snuggled together under the blanket, and slept hugging each other, my cock still leaking semen on her dress. My hands, just like the last few days, were in bandages.
My cock twitched as I remembered the blowjob.
I still marvelled at how quickly my conservative, orthodox aunt had become a willing slut, giving me blowjobs galore. It was amazing how my relation with this traditional aunt of mine had changed over the last few days. This was the same aunt that repeatedly warned me not to touch her behind, and frequently reminded me that she was NOT Taiba.
Ah, my cock twitched again as I thought about Taiba. When was she coming back? God, I missed her big fat ass. Her sweet, big, round, bouncy
peechwade
! An ass that I could openly touch, grope, pinch, caress and spank.
I remembered how my
barey mamani
Shaheen had even slapped me once last year, when I had pinched her
gaand
, even though it had been part of a bet. And now, here she was, giving me blowjobs and touching my penis at every opportunity. How had it come to be like this?
Even last night, after the blowjob as we lay in bed, entangled in each other's arms, she started to kiss me.
SMOOCH!
"I love you,
jaanu
." She told me. "I am lucky to have such a handsome stud as a nephew,
beta
."
SMOOCH!
With my hands in bandages I couldn't do much, but
barey mamani
kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, and then my nose, and then my lips. Her one hand went under my neck even as she pressed her lips onto mine and tongue into my mouth. And then her free hand caressed my chest, before going downwards, her dainty fingers soon wrapping themselves around my cock.
"What a beautiful
lund
you have,
jaanu
." She told me, in between the soft kisses. "What a nice, long, beautiful cock you have, my dear nephew! Oh, my
jaanu
!"
We were both under the blanket, and we were kissing (well, she was kissing me), and she was stroking me. Stroking me hard.
"Oh, Nazu." She sighed, coming up for air occasionally as she French kissed me. "I love this
lund
of yours, Nazu. I can't get enough of you, my sweetheart. My
beta
!"
"Just wait till tomorrow,
mamani
." I told her. "When you will finally remove my bandages for good, I will be fucking you with this
lund
,
mamani
. This
lund
will be deep inside you,
mamani
."
Shaheen's only response was to give a soft giggle. She stopped stroking me, gently cupped my balls, caressed them, and then resumed stroking my penis. In no time at all, I couldn't control myself. I started to cum. Again.
My cum was every where. We were under the blanket, so some of it stuck to the blanket. There was cum on my genitals and on my thighs. There was cum on Shaheen's hand, wrist, and on her dress. And of course there was cum on the bedsheets. There was a lot of cum everywhere.
Under normal circumstances Shaheen would have been mortified. Let alone the mere thought of me cumming on her, Shaheen was an extremely neat, tidy and finicky about cleanliness lady. She would have immediately put all bedsheets, the blanket, and her clothes into the laundry pile. Now she did no such thing.
She simply scooped as much of the cum as she could on to her hands. Then, as I watched, she licked the cum off her fingers, one by one. Then she snuggled against me, her breath smelling of my jizz, and slowly we both fell asleep.
I wondered how it had all come to be like this. I mean my aunt was also religious. I am sure she had woken up at dawn this morning for the morning prayer, before going back to sleep. And yet she was being my willing whore.
Perhaps the loneliness of this cabin, far from the main city, and the closeness of us together on the same bed, or the naughtiness of the aunt and nephew dynamic had all played a role. Maybe this is why our religion has said that a man and a woman should never be alone in an enclosed space unless they are married to each other. Or perhaps she always had a long suppressed desire for this, but never before found the courage to act on it.
I had always been a naughty pervert with my aunts, flirting and teasing them, grabbing them whenever the opportunity presented itself, to give them a hug, a kiss or a squeeze. Yet so far only Taiba had ever reciprocated my not so hidden sexual advances. She would be the one to playfully banter with me, or present me her
gaand
, or allow me to cop a feel or steal a kiss. This time not only had Shaheen responded as well, but in fact many times
she
had initiated them.
This vacation,
she
was the first one to grope
my
butt. Shaheen was the first to refer to her own butt and talk about her figure, never losing the chance to draw MY attention to HER big rear end.
She
was the one who wanted me to sleep on her bed with her. And
she
was the first to propose The Bet. AND then
she
gave
me
the blowjob. It was puzzling, for sure, but I wasn't complaining. This was every nephew's dream come true. Or, shall I say, dream cum true.
I felt the blanket move slightly. Shaheen was stirring. As I glanced at her, I saw her open her eyes and stretch her arms. As she caught sight of me looking at her, she broke into a smile.
"You are already up, Nazu darling?" She remarked. "Here, let me open your bandages so you can go to the bathroom,
jaanu
."
As soon as the bandages were off, Shaheen handed them to me and told them to throw in the dustbin. She then turned around and laid back on the bed, and started to check her phone. I was standing there, stark naked, yet she was least interested in looking at me, and more into checking her messages, so I turned to go to the toilet.
I spent a good fifteen minutes in the washroom, doing my business and taking a small shower. I felt really good. I was also feeling confident. It was going to be a good day, I promised myself. After I emerged from the washroom, my aunt went in.
I sat on the bed and strained to hear the sounds from the bathroom. The rustling sound as she removed her clothes. The toilet seat creaking as Shaheen sat down on it. The soft sound as her piss hit the commode. The sound of the flush and then the water running as she cleaned herself and started to freshen up. Finally, she emerged into the bedroom. She was wearing her nightie and she looked radiant.
"Alright,
beta
." She turned to me. "Come here. Let me take a look at you."
I stood in the centre of my buxom aunt Shaheen's bedroom, still stark naked, as she examined me physically and methodically, just like a nurse would.
