Chapter 8 – The Return of Taiba
The second aunt is back
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 incest and 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
I looked at my watch. A couple of hours more to go.
It was Monday evening, and I was alone in the cabin (or lodge, whatever you want to call it).
My eldest aunt –
barey mamani
– Shaheen had just left this afternoon, right after lunch. I always knew that she would have to leave. After all, she was the head nurse in the hospital and even though it was my
chotey mamu
's (younger uncle's) hospital, and Nadia was his wife, but Shaheen was the one who managed the nurses. She and Nadia had worked out the schedules, so that one of them could be away to spend time with me. But Nadia also had other duties, and thus Shaheen couldn't be away for too long. Hence this afternoon, after lunch, I had seen her off at the bus station, and now was back in the house. All alone.
I glanced at the watch. One hour and fifty nine minutes to go. Sigh – this was going to be a long hour and fifty nine minutes.
I knew I wasn't going to be alone for too long. It was shaping up to be a nice summer. The first two weeks I had spent with Shaheen. Then I am going to get to spend three weeks alone at the lodge with my
majle mamani
– the Middle Aunt – Taiba. My special and favourite aunt. And then I am going to spend three weeks with both of them – Shaheen and Taiba. And then finally three weeks alone with Nadia.
But for now, I was alone. And I was looking forward to spending some quality time with my special aunt – Taiba. My sweet, fat, chubby, buxom, big ass,
golu
, fair skinned with jet black hair to her hips, my naughty and slutty aunt Taiba.
Three whole weeks. I had been looking forward to this, especially after the way we had said goodbye, with Taiba rubbing my crotch area and me tweaking and groping her gelatinous buttocks. Yet, this afternoon as I bade goodbye to Shaheen, I felt sorry to see my
barey mamani
go. I could hardly believe what had transpired. Not every man gets to enjoy a few great days with a complete living fuck toy. A fuck toy that is his aunty.
I looked back to the time I enjoyed with my
barey mamani
, or rather my sex slave, Shaheen. That's right – my sex slave Shaheen. The transformation from my dominant, conservative, uptight aunt to a woman who was ready to do anything I ordered her to, had been astonishing, to say the least. It was as if a switch had been flicked in her, and she went from a strict domineering lady to someone willing to try all acts of debauchery. Some sort of floodgates had opened from the night she had given me my first blowjob.
I don't think there was any room left in the lodge where I had NOT had sex with Shaheen. I had fucked her mercilessly in her bedroom too many times to keep count. At first Shaheen wanted to change the bedsheets every time, but I told her the maid would suspect something if she did. So this OCD of hers had to go, and I would fuck her again once we had new sheets. In the end, she was simply resigned to the fact that the bedsheets would always be dirty as long as I was with her,
in
her, bonking her, and cumming.
We also shagged in the kitchen. Sometimes I would find myself unable to control my boner when I would come down and see her there, chopping vegetables with her ass shaking, and I would straight away lift her nightie and start ramming into her cunt. Shaheen also liked the kitchen, especially because it meant we didn't have to change bedsheets!
I fucked her in the living room often, especially if we were watching an English movie, in particular a raunchy movie. Many a times we would leave the movie unfinished as we humped like rabbits on the sofa. The same sofa where Shaheen used to give me blowjobs before, she was now spreading her legs (or her ass) for me.
I had also banged her multiple times in the shower. Something about entering the washroom while she was blissfully taking a bath, surprising her, and then taking her doggy style after she had sucked me to hardness.
One night I had even screwed Shaheen mercilessly in the backyard. It had started with us sitting on a mat on the grass, enjoying the clear full moon light on a nice balmy evening, and ended with me on top of her, fucking her like a
bazaari aurat
, her boobs helplessly fluttering around as I pumped my virile seed into her. And then I had turned her around and spanked her ass until her globes were bright red and she was crying for mercy. And then I had fucked her again, this time in her ass. All in the backyard, under the open skies.
She would not say no to anything. And if she did, I would just slap her a few times until she would acquiesce. It was quite remarkable how quickly I came to physically dominate her. It seemed Shaheen wanted this physical domination, and she craved it, and so she submitted to me. Not a single day went without me spanking her. And she was a complete, total slave. She never said no ANY time I wanted sex. And I wanted it often – and it seemed so did she.
Oh yes! My strong, conservative, orthodox, proper aunt had been my personal slave girl for these two weeks, and her body my own cum dump. I bonked Shaheen at will, fucked her, slapped her, spanked her, squeezed her, and blew my load in her mouth, on her boobs, on her face and used every orifice of hers thoroughly. In fact, the only time her body was not in danger of being ravaged by me was when the maid Pushpita was in the house. And even
that
didn't stop us that one time.
And now ... I had three whole weeks with Taiba to look forward to. My cock could hardly wait for Taiba. Even though I had JUST fucked Shaheen this morning, and then again before lunch.
Going back, or rather forward, to Taiba ...
I remembered the very first, FIRST time I had become fascinated with Taiba. Actually, she was the very first aunt – the very first relative – in fact the very first woman I was fascinated by in a sexual manner. Long before I appreciated Shaheen's tall figure, or Nadia's flirty nature, I was a fan of Taiba's chubby and voluptuous body.
If I try to pinpoint the
one
incident when it all began, I think it was once when my mother had taken me to visit their place. At that time we lived in the same city. I must have just turned eighteen or so. I remember my university application had just come through and I was happy – I was eager to share the news with my favourite aunt. And I loved visiting Taiba, of course. My buxom aunt loved having me around and was very free with me, letting me liberally hug and embrace and kiss her. But this visit was the first time, the very FIRST time, after which I started to have sexual fantasies of her and her big buttocks and her giant boobs.
Taiba opened the door and greeted my mother with a hug and a kiss. After my mum went inside, it was my turn to embrace my beautiful aunt. I wrapped my arms around her.
SMOOCH!
I hugged and kissed Taiba as usual. She was wearing a saree, with a lot of gap between the blouse and the petticoat, leaving a lot of her midriff skin (and her big navel!) exposed. My hands rested on the smooth white skin of her bare waist and my lips had pressed against her soft pudgy cheeks.
SMOOCH!
My uncle – my
mamu
– wasn't home, so my hands might have rested on her bare fleshy waist a little longer than usual. But of course I couldn't really kiss her multiple times as my mom was with me. I badly wanted to squeeze that bum, but rather reluctantly I let go of her.
Taiba asked us to take a seat in the living room. My mother sat opposite to me on the sofa and Taiba disappeared into the kitchen to make tea. After five minutes, Taiba came out of the kitchen with a tray containing a tea pot, some tea cups and some snacks. She then giggled at me and then bent down towards me to offer me some tea.
Oh, I still remember the way she bent down! It was as if this was happening in slow motion. The image had been burnt into my mind.
As I said, she was wearing a saree, but this was also the first time I was seeing her in a saree at home. Usually the sarees I would see her wear would be party wear at some weddings or other big occasions. Those would be gorgeous, expensive, heavy and designer sarees. This time she was wearing a simple and plain pink saree, very lightly draped around her chubby figure, and her light pink blouse seemed to be a size too small.
As she bent towards me, my eyes fell on the V-neck of her blouse, and her clearly visible cleavage. Her breasts were bouncing inside her blouse, and looked like at any moment one of them would pop out. It was clear that her blouse was struggling to contain her large melons. As she bent even lower to pour the tea in my cup, my eyes remain transfixed on her globes.
"You need some sugar,
beta
?" Her voice suddenly broke my reverie. I looked up, embarrassed at having been caught staring. There was a slight mischievous smile at the corner of Taiba's lips, but otherwise her stoic expression gave no clue as to if she had noticed me staring at her mounds.
"Er ... yes, Taiba
mamani
." I replied. I was embarrassed, and I felt my face go flush with shame. I had been staring at my aunt's breasts, and most likely she had seen me ogle her! What would she think of me! I felt myself blushing like a tomato.
"
Chai
without some sugar isn't
chai
, eh
beta
?" She said, as she carefully put two lumps of sugar in my tea, and stirred it, all the while remaining bent over and my eyes desperately trying (and failing) not to catch a peek. I tried not to stare but failed – and I saw that smile on my aunt's lips again, as she remained bent over, stirring the tea.
Oh, she knew very well what I was staring at! Taiba was no dumb woman. She was showing me exactly what she wanted me to see – her buxom cleavage!
