Enjoying With The Tailor Aunty

“… And don’t forget to bring my blouse back from the tailor aunty” my mom hollered from the other side on the phone.

“Ya, ok mom! Bye…” I disconnected the call disgruntled. I hated doing chores, especially during my vacations.

“Do the dishes!”

“Wash my car!”

“Did you iron those clothes yet?”

Sheesh! And to add to that, I had to get my mother’s blouse from the tailor aunty.

Her name was radhamma. A telugu bramhin lady who had lost her husband in a freak accident long ago. The insurance money along with her income as a tailor and a music teacher was sufficient enough to sail the life boat with her only daughter. She had got her daughter married a year ago and now lived alone.

Although her daughter sent her money every month, radhamma still stitched clothes and took music lessons.

“Aunty!” I called out to her, knocking on her door. After a couple of seconds I heard her unlock the latches and opened the door. I was stunned looking at her. She was wearing a light green transparent saree that showed her midriff. Her deep navel was staring at me. Her matching green blouse was deep cut, giving me a more than generous view of her cleavage. My cock seemed very happy to see her.

“Come in” she invited me with a smile, and directed me to her sofa.

I was still coming to terms with her transformation. I only knew her as a pious brahmin lady who wore simple sarees that covered her from head to toe, and occasional silk saree. I never imagined she housed such beautiful goods underneath.

“You like my dress? I bought it last week” she said, holding it up like a model. I was shamelessly ogling at her navel, so I politely smiled and looked up at her.

“Yes, it’s very nice” I complimented, “Mummy said you’d give me her blouse…” I came right to the point. I was already longing to go home and shag on her. It was like finding a gold mine in a pile of dust!

“Oh what’s the hurry? Have some sweets” she said and started walking towards the kitchen.

“No, it’s fine aunty…” I protested. I was only getting harder just by looking at her.

“It’s my birthday today. How can I let you go without giving you any sweets?” she responded from the kitchen. “That’s why I bought the new dress”

She came back with two cups of gulab jamoons, and handed me one while she settled down on a chair opposite to me. I ate it in silence, occasionally glancing at her. She wasn’t wearing any jewellery on her, exposing her full arms and neck. And when she crossed her legs, I could see a good part of her ankles.

“Hmmm… That’s some good jamoon, don’t you think” she groaned after taking a bite. I don’t know if it was my lust for her or if she actually looked sultry. My hands had started to shake, and my cock was standing up at it’s full glory disconcerned about my predicament.

“Ye… Yes, it’s very good” I mumbled, managing to get out more than just dry air from my parched throat. I looked up at her again, and she was fully absorbed in her wet sweet. The slimy sugar syrup coating her lips made her look sexier than ever.

I cut the jamoon in half, still looking at her I brought the spoon near my mouth when it happened.

The pallu drop. She didn’t even seem to notice it happen. Exposing her naked midriff and giving me an unobstructed view of her cleavage. The spoon slipped from my hands and fell on the mosaic floor with a mild clang, the jamoon it held fell right on my crotch.

She looked up at me, and I swear I could see her hide her smile.

“Oh! What happened?” she said putting her bowl on a table beside her and rushed to me, haphazardly correcting her pallu. She kneel on the floor and took the bowl from my hand and started cleaning the jamoon from my pants.

“No, it’s ok… I’ll do it…” I protested, sacred that she might discover my hard on. It didn’t help that my dick had started responding with jerks every time she touched me. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t give up and somewhere in our fight, her pallu dropped again, making me vulnerable. And her hand brushed my hard dick, and she held on to it.

I looked at her in fear. She had a look of accomplishment on her face. Her pallu was still on the floor. I had stopped protesting long ago.

She wiped the residual sugar syrup off my crotch with a her index finger, and started licking it sexily. In no time she put her entire finger in her mouth, sucked it and pulled it out with a pop.

“Hmmm… Tasty. Here you try” she flicked the tip of her finger on my pant again and brought it to my mouth. My hands grabbed her hand and I thrust it into my mouth, tasting her saliva and the sweet sugar syrup, as her free hand worked my hard cock over my pants.

My hands involuntarily lunged forward and grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. She let out a loud moan, arching her head back and bit her lower lip sexily. I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed her on the floor and started kissing her.

“Aaah… No… Not here… Bedroom” she muttered grabbing me. We quickly went into the bedroom, and I removed my shirt along the way, exposing my bare chest.

I removed her saree as she kissed my chest. I pushed her on the bed and started squeezing her boobs over her sleeveless blouse, licking her cleavage. She kept moaning and started running her hands through my hair. I removed her blouse hurriedly and saw her boobs.

They were fair with medium sized areolas and tiny nipples. I took one in my mouth and massaged the other with my free hand. “Fuck me!” she screamed removing my pants.

I lay on my back and removed my pants, and my hard dick sprang up. I could see that she was excited.

She immediately spit on my cock to lubricate it and took it in her mouth. It was a wonderful sight to see an innocent lady suck my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down. I held her head for support. Soon I cummed deep into her throat. I was surprised to find that she didn’t gag on it. Instead she swallowed it and sucked me out real good.

“Wow, you seem to be a pro bitch” I said when she finished.

“Quit talking and eat me out!” she ordered and lied on her back.

I went down on her. I first kissed and licked her navel. I removed her petticoat, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Plus she was fully shaved. It seemed like she had this pre planned.

I licked her bald pussy, and she let out a satisfying moan squeezing her boobs.

I put her legs over my shoulders and started sucking on her clit. I spread her pussy lips and put my tongue in it. Sometimes I would suck her clit and finger her simultaneously making her moan even louder. She finally came after what seemed like ages and my jaws became sore.

She pulled me up and licked her juices off my face, lapping it up happily. My dick was already hard by then and it was pushing against her naked pussy. She guided my dick into her pussy while she kissed me.

The presence of a man inside her after all these years was overwhelming for her and her inner walls contracted, choking my penis.

“You like this bitch? Do you?” I asked her pumping her

“Fuck yeah!” she said, panting “Harder! Harder!” she yelled.

She was acting like a bloody nympho under me. Finally I cummed inside her and fell on her exhausted.

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