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My Sweet Memories Of Sex

  • desipapa
  • August 22, 2015

I am Suresh from chennai.i am here narrate a true incident that happened between my aunt and a neibour uncle.I was fourteen when this happened. At that time I had already started experimenting with sex. I used to talk a lot about sex with my friends and we also used to watch a lot of adult movies in the local theatres. But none of us – at least, not me – had ever seen a blue film. It was my greatest desire to see a blue film. My one if other aunt was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautiful woman with a wheaty complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. We shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eying at her large breasts, her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me.

One day uncle told he’ll come in the night and expecting his arrival.There were two cots in the room, put close together. I slept on one – on the one next to the wall – and my aunt slept on the other. The room was very small. Most of the floor area was taken up by the cots. I laid down. She also laid down after switching off the light. “suresh, have you studied everything for your exam tomorrow?” she asked me now. “Yes, aunt,” I replied. Then silence fell in our room. The window was open and silvery moonlight was flooding into the room. I was not going to sleep. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement. The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later my uncle(vasu) knocked at the door and called my aunts name softly. My aunt sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up and opened the door. Vasu looked at her briefly and stepped in. “suresh is sleeping?” he asked. “Yes,” my aunt replied. he sat down and slowly laid down on her cot. He was wearing only his mundu. His torso was bare. Though Vasu was old he had a fairly healthy body. He was a stout man with a large belly. His chest was very hairy. He looked at my aunt who was standing near the door not knowing what to do. “Come,” he said,” you also lie down.” My aunt hesitated.

Then she stepped closer to the cot. He shifted his position to the edge of the cot. ” Lie here,” he said, patting gently to indicate that he wanted her to lie between him and me. For some reason he wanted to lie at the edge. This position suited me also, because if he was to lie between me and my aunt then I would not be able to see what he was going to do to her. My aunt climbed on the cot at the foot and moved on all fours to reach him. Her sari slid off her shoulder, revealing her big, round tits, packed tightly in her white blouse. The sight of the two breasts seemed to freeze Vasu with excitement for a brief moment. My aunt covered herself again and reclined gently, resting her head on the pillow, a little away from him. I was sure that she was hardly touching him. But he could not keep from touching her. He lay unmoving for a while. Then he raised himself on his elbow and continued to gaze at her lips, her neck, her breasts…her whole body for a long time, as if he was seeing a woman for the first time. Then, completely overcome by the passion, he grasped her shoulder and bent down to kiss her face. She turned her face away from him. He lowered his head further and managed to plant kisses on her cheeks, chin and lips. He kissed her a number of times, all noisy, wet kisses that reflected the great lust he was having for her. Then he straightened and looked at her briefly. He then slowly pulled away her sari from her shoulder, uncovering her breasts and belly. My aunt impulsively crossed her hands in front of her bosom to cover her boobs.

He brushed away her hands impatiently and placed his palm on her somewhat large belly, on the smooth, warm area just below her navel and started to move his hand up. When he reached the navel, he dug his middle finger into it and circled it around a number of times. Then his hand moved to her midriff. A sudden moan escaped her when he squeezed the soft milk white flesh there which had doubled up deliciously with age. Then his hand began to journey to her breasts. His palm gently cupped one breast and moved in a circle all over it, as if to feel its size and rotundity. Finally his palm rested at its tip and he squeezed the tit five times, pressing down as he squeezed. I counted as he squeezed. He did the same with the other breast. Though my aunt tried to stop him by holding his hand a couple of times, she was in reality enjoying it all. But she was frightened. Frightened that I may wake up, frightened to reveal her passion to this old man who until now she had respected as she would respect a father, frightened because she knew that what they were doing was naked sin. She kept on breathing fast and she gulped a number of times between her moans, as if her mouth was watering. Vasu now sat up excitedly. He proceeded to undo the hooks of her blouse one by one. My aunt whispered to him,” Aiyo, please, not now! What if suresh wakes up?” The old man ignored her protests completely. She glanced at me timidly, then she looked at his hands which were patiently undoing one hook after another as the thin material of her blouse began to strain because her breasts seemed to be growing bigger and bigger every second.

Finally, as the last hook was undone, my aunt’s big boobs seemed to jump out to their freedom. They were big, as big as ripe coconuts, with dark nipples that were fully erect. I was quite taken aback by the length of the nipples. Each nipple was almost as long as my little finger. Vasu was trying unsuccessfully to grab one boob in each of his palm. He would hold both boobs in a firm grip and try to lift them up. First he would seem to succeed, then the smooth tits would just slither out of his hand. He then ran the flat of his palms all over the boobs greedily and kneaded them, first gently and then, as his passion grew, a little roughly. He took the nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled them up vigorously. My aunt moaned,” Ummm…aahhh…” I almost ejaculated when I heard that moan. Of course, I was not masturbating. I was not even holding my penis which, naturally, was very much erect. I was simply longing to jerk off, though. But my situation was such that I could not move a muscle. The old man lowered his head and started licking the nipple and the surrounding area of one breast. He opened his mouth wide and took the nipple and also a large portion of the breast itself into his mouth. Then he slowly lifted his head, letting the breast and the nipple slither out. He repeated this several times. Then he suddenly asked my aunt to take off her blouse completely. She hesitated and threw a glance at me.

Then, raising her torso , she peeled off her blouse. She looked like a sex goddess now. She had fleshy shoulders and arms and a slightly bulging belly. Her long, straight hair hung loose and seemed to cover her back completely. Age had only made her body nothing but juicy. Yes, I was thinking that she looked like a ripe and juicy mango. She raised her arms to tie her hair and I watched in delight how her big bobs joggled from side to side with her movements. Now Vasu couldn’t hold himself any longer. With his free hand he pulled away his mundu and dropped it on the floor. Underneath he had nothing else on. He was stark naked! I saw his penis. It was a large organ, nearly six inches long. It was not yet fully erect. Grabbing myaunt by her shoulders he climbed over her. “No,” she said, trying to push him off her,” not now. suresh will wake up.” But the old man was not to be stopped.” We will not make much noise,” he whispered to her and started kissing her cheeks and lips noisily as before, but now with double the passion. My aunt glanced at me nervously once or twice. I was hardly breathing. The bright moonlight flooding into the room through the window fell straight upon Vasu’s back. I watched as he caught the fat lower lip of my aunt between his teeth and pulled at it gently. Finally, she let the hold on herself slip. She let herself be overcome by passion, completely. She threw her fleshy arms around the old man and began to rub her cheeks with his, her eyes shut, her mind completely relishing the pleasure he was giving her.

She began to moan in abandon, not caring at all whether her sisrer’s son lying on the adjoining cot was awake or sleeping. The flat of her palms continuously traveled up and down his back, speaking the message that now she was completely with him in this game, that he was not to stop, not until they both had had enough. Vasu, too, was breathing hard and softly moaning like her. As they moved wildly, the cot was creaking noisily, as if it too was aroused. I watched as twice my aunt put her hand between their writhing bodies to hold his erect penis, to squeeze it, to feel its hardness. They continued in this manner for about five minutes. Now they were sweating a little because the night was hot, hot and calm. In the dreamy moonlight, sweat shone on my aunt’s breasts and belly and on Vasu’s back. They stopped moving. “Take off your sari,” said Vasu, climbing down from her body.” Um,” said she. She tied up her hair again; it had got untied and completely disheveled during their long “wrestle.” She gently stood up on the cot and began to unfasten her sari. I watched with abated breath as she dropped her sari onto the floor and started undoing the string of her petticoat. The petticoat came down, revealing her fat, round thighs and her hairy cunt. The thighs were milk white. Sweat shone on them, like the rest of her. She lifted her legs to step out of her petticoat. She dropped it and stood on the cot stark naked.

Vasu had been watching her all the time, his back resting against the wall, his hand holding his big cock. Moonlight fell on my aunt’s naked body, showing every curve. She was every inch a sex goddess. Her long hair fell down loose again. But this time she let it be and came down on her knees. Vasu rose from his position to take her into his arms. She received him with open arms. With both of them on their knees, they hugged each other in a loving embrace, feeling for each other’s body with hands that were restless. I saw Vasu’s hand come to rest on my aunt’s ample buttocks, hold them firmly and knead their fleshy round bulk. My aunt kissed Vasu on the cheeks and neck. She stroked her cheeks on the hair on his chest. Now Vasu held her shoulders and made her lie down as she had been lying before. He was going to fuck her. She moaned and looked at him in anticipation. She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his penis. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her pussy. She lifted her pussy up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost sat up on my cot just to have a closer look at things. He let his cock completely disappear into my aunt’s cunt. She moaned, a long moan of simply unbearable pleasure. He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion.” Ummmmm…ahhhh…uummmmm,” my aunt moaned.

She did not know what to do with her hands for they were moving in all directions, touching whatever they felt like touching. They seemed to have a life of their own. The old man, because of his age was moving rather slowly. My impatient aunt was again and again raising her hips, urging him to move faster. He kept moving for about five minutes and then he began to pant vigorously. Soon he was totally drenched in sweat. He stopped suddenly. “I’ll lie down. You move.,” he said to my aunt. So they repositioned themselves. Vasu lay down with his head resting on the pillow. aunt stood with her knees planted on either sides of his body. She guided his equipment into her wet cunt once again and started moving. Oh, how she moved! The cot creaked wildly and I was wondering if it would give away. Oh, how her breasts were jumping up and down with her. She would pause occasionally to brush away a strand of her loose hair from her face. She was softly moaning as she moved, giving Vasu the thrill of his life. Vasu lay relaxed. His hands occasionally rose to touch her lovely breasts, or to hold her sweating buttocks. Sometimes she would hold Vasu’s shoulder and lean forward as she moved, her oversized breasts hanging flaccidly over his face. Oh, how the twin coconuts would dance. I looked without even blinking, so as not to miss anything. They fucked for ten minutes. Then when their passion was spent, they lay down exhausted in each other’s arms. But, in another ten minutes, they were ready for one more go.

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