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My name is Alok and my aunt Kaniha (for privacy reasons) who was about 17 years elder to me. I was 22 years old when this incident happened and my aunt Kaniha was 39.
She was a happily married software engineer who had traveled the world and seen all sides of life. She has a 10-year-old daughter and her husband was a businessman who traveled very frequently. About my aunt, she is not size zero but has the right amount of flesh at all the right places to make any guy desire her.
She mostly wore salwar but also looked good when she wore western clothes. Being in the IT industry she took good care of her physical appearance and always dressed to kill, showing her ample assets in nice fitting clothes which she spent a lot of money on. She was very close to me and we shared a very special bond.
She always treated me like a small boy and never missed a chance to hug me or kiss me. I too hugged her and kissed her every time without having any malice in my heart until that day which changed our lives forever.
I was living alone in Kochi as I worked in a private bank. I earned well for myself and had a 2 BHK flat, car and all other household items which most bachelors never cared about at that time. I liked my house neat and clean all the time and had furnished it to suit my taste.
Kochi is a place for many IT companies, my aunt Kaniha had a meeting with one of her clients in Kochi. She messaged me on WhatsApp that she is coming to Kochi for a day and wanted to see if she could meet me in the evening as she had a late night flight back.
I was excited to meet her after a long time and immediately replied that I will finish work early and meet her at a restaurant near her client’s office. I offered to drop her to the airport in my car. I thought I could spend more time with her during the drive. We agreed on the plan.
Finally, she arrived and messaged me that she is heading to her client’s office directly from the airport and will keep me posted on how her meeting goes. I kept checking my phone from time to time to see if she had left any messages but there were none. It was almost 4 pm and I was ready to leave the office.
I got a message from her that her meetings will continue until 8.00pm and she may go to the airport directly. I just replied with an “hmm” and she knew I was upset. Next message from her made my date “Hey, I have rescheduled my flight for tomorrow morning. Will you give me some place in your pretty house for the evening?”
I jumped with joy and immediately sent her my location and asked her to take a cab as traffic is terrible during that time. I was home and the doorbell rang. There she was dressed in a crisp white shirt and formal pants with her laptop bag in her hand. I should say she had lost weight from what I saw of her last and looked perfect and hot.
I never had any sexual feelings for my aunt until then. She immediately hugged me as soon as I opened the door and walked into the house without breaking the hug. She rained 100 kisses on my cheek and forehead and It was evident she was very happy to see me.
She appreciated my looks as I was a regular at the gym and had a chiseled body with flat abs and good chest and biceps. She joked asking if she was interrupted by lonely evening time and forced me to spend the evening with a 39yrs old boring lady. I showed her around the house and she was pretty impressed by the way it was kept and asked if she could use the other bedroom to freshen up.
Since I lived alone I hadn’t set up a guest bedroom yet and offered to let her use my bedroom which had a queen size bed. I gave her a towel and asked her to freshen up as it was already 10 pm and she has had a long day. She freshened up and came out of the bathroom with one of her shirt buttons open.
I could see her cleavage and her beige color bra, she saw me staring at her boobs and just smiled at her and turned to the other side. We sat on the sofa and spoke for 2 hours and by then it was 12 o’clock and she said she is very tired and wants to sleep. She was a bit hesitant and asked if she could borrow one of my T-shirts and loose shorts.
She would not be comfortable sleeping in her formal clothes and wanted to save it for the next day as she had not got any change clothes. I knew my shorts were not going to fit her but I searched for one which was very loose for me and I hadn’t used in a long time.
I gave her my tee and shorts and she immediately went into the bedroom and my jaw dropped when she came out. My shorts showed every curve of her ass and her thighs looked perfect. My tee shirt was a perfect fit showing her protruding breast.
I could not take my eyes off her and she had to scream my name to bring me back to the real world. I wished her goodnight and tried to settle down on the sofa and I had already taken my pillow. She was very adamant that I should not sleep on the sofa as it was very hot and only one bedroom had the AC.
Wow"Really?" Krish watched Nayanthara as she stood behind his mother. Nayanthara put her hands together and then slowly pulled them apart until there was more than a foot of distance between them. She nodded, and offered a sweet, proud smile when she saw that Krishan understood.
"Okay, eight inches it is." Anushka put down the measuring tape on the floor, but for some reason she hadn't yet released her son's penis. "Maybe those micro boxers will work. Seven is pretty close to eight."
"Uh, Mom." Krishan tried not to stammer. "We should ... see how long it is hard." Krish looked at Nayanthara as she vigorously nodded and then his gaze fell to his mom's pretty eyes. Three was a nervous tension in those eyes.
"I don't think so, Krish." The color drained from Anushka's face. She bit her bottom lip. "Unless ... unless ... you think it's really important for your comfort."
"I need your help, Mom."
"Okay, okay, okay." Anushka took a deep breath and looked back down at the flaccid penis. "I'll help you this one time so we can get you the proper underwear." Her left hand made one tentative stroke up and down the shaft. She paused. And stroked again. And again. Pretty soon, she had a nice rhythm. She could feel the thing in her hand swelling as Krish's blood rushed into it. "There we go. Is it all the way hard yet?"
"Not ... yet." Krishan watched her boobs shake under her t-shirt as she worked frantically to get him all the way hard.
"Not yet? Okay, okay." Anushka grabbed him with her right hand too and worked both hands on the shaft together. She'd never given a handjob with two hands before, there hadn't been enough room on those other men. Oh, no, she thought. She was giving Krishan a handjob. It was really happening.
"You can ... measure ... now." Krishan panted and tried hard not to cum in his mom's unsuspecting face.
"Thank goodness." Still stroking with her left hand, Anushka reached down and grabbed the tape measure with her right hand. She should really stop the handjob now, but for some reason she couldn't. "Holy Moses, Krish. It's thirteen inches long." That was an unlucky number, she thought.
Behind Anushka, Nayanthara nodded encouragement to Krishan. With her stark, white hands, she made a motion like an erupting volcano. She mouthed the words all over her.
Krishan shook his head at the woman. "Mom ... you ... have to stop. Or ..."
"Sorry, Krish." Anushka's left hand finally stopped and she let go of the wakened leviathan. "Go take care of that in the bathroom."
Nayanthara frowned, and for a second her pretty, freckled face looked quite dark. She turned and walked to the study closet, opened the door and disappeared inside.
"Thanks, Mom." Krishan in only his t-shirt, stepped around his mom and raced to the study door. His giant cock bounced wildly in front of him. He opened the door and vanished down the hall on his way to the bathroom.
Anushka turned to watch him go. It was almost comical, how disproportioned he was. She took a deep breath and stood. She was about to turn back to her laptop and order Krishan some micro boxers when she noticed the open closet door. That was odd. She walked over to the door and put her hand on it to close it, but stopped when she saw what was hanging inside.
All by itself on a black hanger was a powder blue chemise and corset. lingerie. It looked a little unwieldly, but also quite pretty. Anushka wondered if Ganesh would like seeing her wearing that outfit. Then she wondered how Krishan would feel if he saw her like that. Would his thirteen inches harden when she presented herself to him? What was she thinking? That was crazy. But she would certainly wear it for Ganesh. Anushka turned and walked back to the laptop and ordered some new underwear for Krishan.
"What do you think, honey?" Anushka twirled for her husband in the middle of their bedroom. The kids were in bed, it was late, and Anushka felt lively for the first time in days. The perfect recipe for romance.
"I guess it has a certain, understated appeal." Ganesh looked her up and down from his position on the bed. The corset did push her boobs up, and the chemise did accentuate the contours of her hips. But it was certainly no Victoria's Secret. "Where'd you find that, again?"
"In the study closet." Anushka stood and cocked her hip to the side. She felt so sexy in that lingerie. Her pussy had started dripping the moment she'd fastened the corset.
"And you just put on someone else's lingerie?" Ganesh wondered how he'd ever get that getup off her.
"I washed it first, silly." Anushka gave him a pretend pout and stalked to the bed. "Come on, Ganesh. I want to feel your little thing inside ... your big thing. Your very big penis inside me." She crawled up onto the bed.
"Very well, come and get it, Anu." Ganesh pulled her into an embrace. He tried not to let her see that her little thing comment had unnerved him. He had always been so confident in his size. Now, he wasn't sure. It took him longer than usual to get hard, but if she noticed, Anushka didn't say anything. They made sweet love in their new bedroom, and Ganesh was at least grateful that he lasted longer than usual. Almost seven minutes.
Anushka hid her disappointment well. For the first time in her life, she wanted more than what Ganesh could give. She tried to push those feelings aside and reassured herself that things would return to normal. But as she drifted off to sleep that night, her mind kept coming back to visions of her son's majestic penis, fully rigid in her trembling, delicate fingers.
A week passed to settled into their new home. Most of the odd occurrences that plagued them when they first moved in, had dissipated.
Anushka still did have daydreams, here and there, of holding Krishan's manhood. But they had lessened, and she expected that those thoughts would soon vanish entirely.
Krishan found his new underwear much to his liking. He hadn't seen Nayanthara at all since she'd encouraged him to cum on his mother and he'd declined. Nayanthara's absence did not sit well with Krishan. He'd settled on two alternatives. Either he was crazy, or Nayanthara was a ghost. Either way, Krishan thought she was amazing, and that sex was amazing, and he didn't want the specter that took his virginity to disappear forever.
Shriya didn't see Sunny again and that was fine with her. She liked the house, and grew quite fond of her tower room with its panoramic views of the sweeping grassland around their new house.
Monday evening was takeout time again. Without a functioning kitchen, they'd been eating a lot of take out lately. Ganesh worked away under the sink. He cursed as he banged his elbow into the panel behind where he was trying to put in the disposal. The board gave a little. He jostled it and then pulled it to the side. There was a compartment behind it with some old papers. He took them out and crawled from under the sink.
"Hey, Anu, check this out." Ganesh called over to his wife as she opened Styrofoam containers on the dining table. "Seems we now know the first owners. Vijay varma and Nayanthara built this house over the course of two years starting in 1884." He skimmed the papers and didn't notice the startled look on his wife's face.
"What dear?" Anushka recognized the name from her dream in the library. How had she known the name Nayanthara? It must have been buried in the home's disclosures and her mind had unconsciously cataloged it.
Krishan froze as he set the table. He wasn't crazy after all. Nayanthara was a ghost. He had to figure out how to get her back. The house was the best thing to happen to him. Ever.
"The Varmas, honey." Ganesh jabbed his finger at the browned paper. "It says they lived here for only twelve years before ..." Ganesh skimmed the page but couldn't find what he was looking for. "Before something happened and the mansion was inherited by Vijay's cousin." Ganesh put the paper down. "The Varma Mansion, huh? It has a nice ring to it." He walked to the dining room door and looked in at his family. "What are you all staring at? Do I have something in my beard?" He rubbed his beard vigorously.
"Nothing," all three mumbled back to him.
Gears turned in Anushka's mind as she rationalized these revelations away.
Krishan thought about how he might best communicate with the dead. He needed to coax Nayanthara back into his room.
Shriya thought of the boy by the fire. "Does it say anything about them having a son?"
"Not in these papers." Ganesh shook his head.
Shriya smiled to herself. To think she was worried about ghosts. How silly was that?
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Anushka found herself slipping out of bed in the dead of night. She shivered. She was naked and so very cold. Anushka stepped over to the closet and grabbed one of Ganesh's flannel shirts. Something called to her, a name whispered, snaking its way through the mansion's long hallways. She wrapped Ganesh's shirt around her and left the master bedroom. A deep ticking sound kept a steady rhythm. Out in the second-floor living room, Anushka found a great grandfather clock that had no business being there. It chimed midnight as she watched, with a strange, somber melody. She hugged the flannel shirt tightly around her and walked down the stairs.
In addition to the ticking of the incongruous clock, another beat kept rhythm in the house. It was a wet, smacking metronome, sounding down the west main floor hallway. Anushka followed the noise down the hall. On either wall were hung the strangest oil paintings. She stopped and looked at one. It was a family portrait of a stern man, a smiling woman, and a shy son. These artworks did not belong on Anushka's walls. She looked closer and recognized the smiling woman as woman from her library dream. The original owner of the house, Nayanthara.
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#Weekend Fun Story
It all started when Akash was courting Priyanka Arul Mohan and they had gotten serious about their relationship, that is when his mom Shilpa come from Delhi to meet her going to be daughter in law.
After the first few days of all three hanging out Shilpa decided to go for a girls night out to get to know each other better.
He remembered how excited his fiancé Priyanka was about meeting his mom and then was totally in awe of her with all the gifts she'd received.
But unfortunately that night the girls ended up having to much fun, which led to both of them embarrassed to be around each other and the two women in Akash's life just couldn't see eye to eye for quite some time.
Akash could never really figure out why because he genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.
But at last an year and a half after that evening and almost an year into their marriage his mom was coming back to Bangalore to spend some time with them.
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That Night.
That night the ladies only came back at 2am, laughing and giggling loud, sounding quite drunk which woke up Akash.
He come out of the room to see both of them looking completely hammered with their makeup all smudged.
"You ladies okay." Akash asked sounding concerned, "looks like you girls had quite a blast."
"Your mom is a rock star Akash, you never told me how fucking cool she is, there were more guys hitting on her than me." Said a drunk sounding Priyanka as she came and plonked herself on the sofa.
"They all wanted your number baby," said Shilpa as she staggered towards her room, "goodnight guys I'm of to bed."
As soon as Shilpa shut her door Priyanka got up and started walking towards her room taking of her dress looking back at Akash and saying, "I'm so horny babes, are you just going to stand there or do something about it.
Akash was instantly hard as he saw that round tout ass in that sexy lacy black thong her narrow waist and as she turned around the matching half cupped lacy bra contain her boobs.
Priyanka crawled on the bed placed her head on the pillow, her back arched with her ass in the air inviting Akash for a good doggie style fuck.
Akash crawled behind her peeled of her thong and started licking her soaking wet pussy.
"Ohhhhh baby, I love that but please just fuck me before I pass out." Moaned Priyanka.
Akash waisted no time took of his clothes and started humping her in the rhythm he new she liked while spanking her ass softly, as Priyanka started to moan softly.
A couple of minutes later,"Baby, please go harder and definitely spank me harder I've been a very naughty girl." She screamed while Akash started to really jackhammer her while spanking her a little harder.
Soon she was orgasming and screaming really loud, "I love that big fat cock of yours lover."
There was no way his mom couldn't hear her Akash thought hoping that she'd probably passed out, while he kept humping her without slowing down even once.
He was now literally holding her ass up as he humped away as Priyanka was ready to collapse, "cum already baby I'm done." She moaned.
He kept humping her for the next five minutes giving her another orgasm as he started cumming in her. This time thankfully she moaned softer than earlier as he collapsed on