Sundar studied late into the night. He had slept in deep slumber right after the wild fucking session with his aunt. The eighteen year old had found it physically and emotionally draining. Saroja, his aunt, held him close and allowed him to sleep resting on her own satiated body.
At times his mouth was on her breast. At other times his leg was thrown across her, with the unrelenting penis, which seemed to lose no hardness at all, remaining engorged even as Sundar slept. And at still other times, his leg was pressed between her legs, rubbing against her pussy, feeling the dry, coarse hair -- matted from the fluids having dried and caked her pubic hair into a tangle.
He was knocked out for a long time. They ate late. She never did cook. Saroja just hurriedly made some sandwiches all the while wondering about the maid Suguna. Suguna seemed to have left discreetly. When Saroja awoke, Sundar was still asleep, stretched out across her. Her eyes stole a glance downward and there was his ever present hardon. If she had known at that point that Suguna had already made her quiet exit, she would have might have chosen to mouth Sundar's cock.
She wanted to return his gift of an intense orgasm from oral sex with one gift of her own. She had always fantasized about waking up Arvind, her husband, by mouthing him from a passive, docile cock to an aroused wild state. But an opportunity had never really presented itself. Today it had, but it was with her young nephew with whom she wanted to draw a line and an end to the sexual trysts. Also, but she had to worry about Suguna outside. And so she let this opportunity slip by.
When she did step out she found the house completely quiet and discovered that she and her illicit young lover had been left to their own devices. Saroja had no way of knowing what Suguna might have seen or guessed. She did not have to contend with that just now. She didn't want to go and wake up the young lad. Waking up had its own lazy connotation which had more than once ended in sex with Arvind. She avoided that situation. Later, when Sundar came downstairs he had changed and was fully clothed. He gave his aunt an affectionate hug.
They had a very matter of fact conversation which veered around to the choices before them for lunch. And so it came to be that sandwiches were had. When Saroja asked her nephew to study, he promptly left for the study room and found that he was really able to get down to the work which had previously eluded him. He wanted Saroja manni to think well of him. He needed to remain in her good books if he was going to have her as he pleased.
And yet, his mind and body would not forget that he was alone in the house with that luscious woman, that goddess. He was distracted by his arousal drifting in and out of a state of erection from time to time. He found it difficult to manage the tightness and finally decided to wear a lungi (a sarong-like garment worn around the waist). This allowed him to rub or stroke himself into a subdued state and get on with his studies. When Arvind uncle returned home from work, Sundar kept to his books with even greater fervor, not daring to look his uncle in the eye. Nor did he want to be seen in Saroja manni's presence lest his restless cock gave him away. He studied well and late into the night.
When Saroja manni brought him a flask of coffee, she too was furtive and quick. Her night gown had buttons right down the front and the youngster could not help imagining if that was something his uncle would take advantage of. His eyes were fixated on those breasts which he had feasted on earlier in the day and his ears reddened. Before he realized it, Saroja had left the room.
There were no noises from their bedroom much to Sundar's relief. It was that very room and that very marital bed on which his aunt and he had made noisy love. And finally when he lay in bed he could not help imagining his aunt hovering above him, fucking down on him, her slippery cunt flowing down on to his cock. He moaned out her name with an aching longing as relief and sleep washed over him.
It was also to Saroja's relief that her husband was somewhat tired from his work day and did not reach out for her. She was quite sure she could not have managed it. The young nephew had given her quite a mauling and she would not have been able to take any thing more from her husband -- not that there was much of a challenge in his amorous attentions. He could barely hold himself. But she didn't want to look into his eyes or hold him tight when all she wanted to do was reminisce about the wild, long and animal afternoon. She did not want to end up comparing the better-endowed stud with her husband. It might provoke feelings of lust in her and that was no way to put an end to the horribly illicit affair. It wasn't incest -- but he was family, dammit.
These thoughts through the night did not allow Saroja to sleep too well. She tossed and turned all night. When she did sleep memories flooded back of his hands on her breasts and how she had been held and squeezed. Her nipples swelled and she had to calm herself back to sleep. She did not venture out of the bedroom as she might have on other sleepless nights. She did not want to encounter Sundar out there. There was no saying what the boy might do. She remembered his luscious erection -- the cum coated cock that would not be subdued. She had heard that this was how it was when a young man first lost his virginity.
But there was also no saying anything about how she might herself react if accosted. Her pussy ached with unlocked desire for more. And at the same time she had to prevent an uncontrolled unleashing of illicit passions. When done to make the boy study better it was justifiable, she told herself. Anything else....... The thought of anything else reminded her how virile and stallion like the young man's riding of her had been. Or indeed of how satisfying it had been for her to ride him, while speared with his ever-hard cock.
She allowed herself some gentle stimulation in search of some measure of relief somewhere during the relentless night. She actually wanted to violently thrust her fingers up her cunt; but she was afraid any rocking motion might wake her husband up. She needed violent, insistent pleasure. She compensated by pinching and twisting her nipple while remaining gentle while probing her pussy. It brought a mild tremor that provided relief. And with that she drifted into another of the innumerable short naps that made her night.
Saroja was therefore glad when dawn allowed her to go open the door for the maid and the milkman. While her day began early because she had hardly slept, Sundar slept late.
Suguna, the maid, kept to herself when she reached Saroja's house for her daily chores. She did not want to embarrass the lady of the house. The young master deserved his passions and Suguna was not one to be judgmental. Having seen young Sundar's endowments through the gaps in the door the previous day, her sympathies lay with her lady Saroja. Saroja amma could not be blamed for wanting the lusty lad. It was every woman's right to seek pleasure for herself wherever she could find it. If the men could, so could they!
