My Grandpa’s House – Swapna Aunty – Part 1

This story is a series that happened at my Grandpa’s village house. Please read ‘My Grandpa’s House – Part 1’ to know more about the story and my Grandpa’s family members.

It was still 7.15, and I had to kill another 15 minutes before I went to Grandpa’s bedroom. I was watching TV and lost track of time. I came to my senses when I heard Swapna Aunty’s voice calling me loudly, “Rahul, Mama is calling you.”

I looked at Swapna Aunty. She was near the kitchen door holding a tray with thermos and some snacks on it. She went to Grandpa’s room which was at the far end of the house, maybe to get his drinks and snacks ready. My head spun, wondering if she was going to serve Grandpa tonight after I left his room.

I was in two minds now, whether to go or not. Made a decision, and I walked to Grandpa’s room. The door was closed. I knocked on the door and Swapna Aunty opened the door. She allowed me in and closed the door. This was the first time I entered Grandpa’s bedroom.

It was huge, maybe 400 sqft area. The king-size cot was in the centre of the room. On one side there was an LED TV on the wall and other side a 3 seater sofa and a small dining table. I saw 2 large liquor bottles, 3 glass cups, 4-5 snack plates and a bucket full of ice cubes neatly on the small table.

It was placed on the bed before Grandpa. Grandpa was sitting on the bed with his back resting against the cot headboard. He was bare-chested with just a dhoti and waved to me to sit on the bed.

“Do you drink whiskey, Rahul?” he asked me as I sat on the bed.

“No, Grandpa,” I said, hesitating as I knew he was a short-tempered guy.

“You can have a beer if you want,” Swapna Aunty said.

“No, beer and vodka are for girls, not for men like us. Pour a large drink for him, Swapna. I have a lot to talk about with my Grandson. Men bond easily when they drink,” Grandpa said, no, ordered his daughter-in-law.

Swapna Aunty, standing, dropped some ice cubes in my glass, picked the blue label whiskey bottle and poured whiskey into the glass. It was going to be scotch on the rocks with no soda or water to dilute the whiskey. I had whiskey raw in the US with friends, but drinking with Grandpa was different.

I picked up the glass and looked at Grandpa and Swapna Aunty. Swapna Aunty had both her hands on her hips and was giving me a scary look. I knew she didn’t like me drinking. Her mangalasutra chain was dangling on the pallu between her big breasts. I saw her naked, curvy hips below the blouse. I got high before I drank whiskey, seeing her big breasts and half-naked flat waist inviting me to hug it.

I gulped the whole glass of whiskey in one shot and placed the glass on the table. My throat got burnt as I swallowed the raw whiskey. “Careful, it’s not a beer to drink like that, Rahul. You have to take it slowly, sip by sip,” Swapna Aunty said.

She sat on the bed on my right side, crossed-legged. Her left thigh was grazing my right thigh. I felt a tremor in my body, feeling her body heat through her thighs.  Nervously, I kept the empty glass on the table. Swapna Aunty picked up the whiskey bottle and poured a small peg into my glass.

Then she dropped 4 ice cubes. I was about to pick it up, and she stopped me by holding my hand. My body shivered, feeling her soft, warm hand. “Wait, let me add a soft drink. Or else you will burn your throat if you drink raw like Mama,” Said Swapna Aunty.

She picked up the Pepsi 2L bottle in her left hand and began to pour the cola into the glass. As she lifted her hand, her saree pallo, which was on her left shoulder, moved sideways, giving me a glimpse of her blouse-cladded left breast. My cock stirred in my shorts and got erect, making a tent.

I shamelessly stared at her breast and her naked midriff as she had tied her saree below her navel. I was watching her navel, tummy and breast rather than seeing my glass being filled up to the brim, diluting the whiskey. “Now drink slowly, sip by sip,” Swapna Aunty said, handing the glass to me.

My fingers lingered on hers for a brief moment. She took her hand away, picked up her glass and began to sip whiskey. Holding the glass, I turned and saw Grandpa looking at me and smiling. He held his glass up as if to say cheers but didn’t. He was watching me and Swapna Aunty and sipping whiskey.

Did Grandpa see me staring at his Daughter-in-law? I wondered. Trying to avoid his gaze, I lifted my glass, and my right elbow brushed Swapna Aunty’s left breast. I panicked and tried to move my arm away from her but couldn’t. She leaned more towards my side.

Now, my elbow was feeling her breast softness. I couldn’t move to the other side as I was sitting at the edge of the cot. When I lowered the glass from my lips, my left elbow touched her tummy skin. I hoped Grandpa was not watching me. But he was and had a naughty smile on his face.

“You have diluted Rahul’s whiskey. He is a man now. Let him drink as he likes. How come you are wearing the mangalasutra today? You used to remove it and come to my room, Swapna,” Grandpa asked.

Swapna Aunty’s face turned red on hearing her Father-in-law. It was an open secret that both daughters-in-law removed their mangalasutra before having sex with Grandpa.

“Mama, Rahul is here, so I thought…..” Swapna Aunty stammered and stopped.

“What if Rahul is here? You know I feel guilty when I see the Mangalasutra on your neck. Remove the chain,” Grandpa ordered Swapna Aunty. The old man can’t sleep without having sex for one night. Is he going to fuck Swapna Aunty after I leave or before me, I wondered.

Nervously, Swapna Aunty pulled her chain from her neck. In the process, her saree pallo fell to her lap, exposing her mammoth blouse-cladded breasts. I stared at her bosom shamelessly. The blouse was too tight for her big melons. I saw the outlines of her bra through the blouse and her massive cleavage.

The upper slopes of her breasts were popping out from the top of her blouse. Seeing me staring at her chest, feeling shy, Swapna Aunty picked up the pallo and covered her blouse from my prying eyes.

“Are you wearing bra Swapna?” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law without any shame that too in front of me, his Grandson.

Now Swapna Aunty looked terrified and nodded, ‘Yes’ at Grandpa. I saw her feeling nervous and lips shivering with fear. The old bastard was treating his daughter-in-law like a slave. I wondered what he would ask next, and as I expected, he asked the unthinkable.

“I know that both my idiot sons are out at the farmhouse fucking the whores. So don’t hesitate, remove the bra right here,” Grandpa ordered.

Swapna Aunty looked at me with eyes widened and at Grandpa. I felt pity for her. Seeing Grandpa waiting, inserting both her hands under the pallo, she began unhooking her blouse. She pulled her hands from the pallo and took them to her back.

I knew the blouse hooks were opened and she was struggling to reach the bra hook.

“Rahul, help your Aunty to remove the bra,” Now Grandpa ordered me.

“What…..me…..” I stammered, looking at Grandpa and at Swapna Aunty, who was looking confused.

“Yes, you, Rahul. I would have helped her, but I can’t get up,” Grandpa said with anger in his tone.

Terrified, I moved to Swapna Aunty’s back. She pulled the pallo aside, which was on her blouse, giving me a clear view of her back with her blouse hanging loose. With my hands shaking with both fear and excitement, I lifted the undone blouse.

I saw the bra strap hugging her back tightly, making red spots near the bra straps. I felt like caressing her back skin, restrained myself, dug my fingers under the bra straps and tried to unhook it. I was successful on the third attempt, as I was a lousy guy in that department.

All I did was push the bra cups up and bare the tits of my girlfriends. As soon as the bra was unhooked, Swapna Aunty pulled the bra straps from her shoulders by inserting her hands in her blouse.

She pulled the bra out without removing the blouse. She still had the pallo on her bosom, hiding the breasts. She was about to hook her blouse back when the old man stopped her.

“Leave it. You stuff your big breasts in that tight blouse from morning. Let them get some air, at least now. What do you say, Rahul? I saw you are an expert in unhooking bras. How many girlfriends do you have in the US?” Grandpa asked me, and I stumbled.

“Come on. I know you are not a virgin. At your age, I used to fuck thrice a day. I hope you are fucking daily as you are my Grandson,” Grandpa used the word ‘FUCK’ without any shame.

I nervously said, “I get busy in college and internals, Grandpa.”

“I have seen heroines with small breasts in Hollywood movies. Does any of your girlfriends have big ones like Swapna,” Grandpa said looking in my eyes.

I had taken my glass to have a sip, hearing Grandpa, my hand shook. I slipped the whiskey down on my shorts. Keeping the glass down, I tried to wipe the whiskey from my shorts, which were a bit wet. In the process, my cock is more erect, making a tent.

“Poor boy, can’t drink properly. Help Rahul and wipe his shorts, Swapna. Use your pallo as it is cotton. The stains will get dried quickly,” Grandpa ordered his daughter-in-law.

My head spun, and I looked at Swapna Aunty. She was equally confused and terrified hearing the old man. She looked at me helplessly, slowly holding the edge of her saree pallo brought it close to my crotch. I was really confused about my Grandpa’s behaviour tonight.

I was worried that Swapna Aunty would know that I had an erection. I glanced at her chest. I saw her blouse flaps showing her cleavage, which was glistening with her sweat. Her breasts were peeking out from the bottom of the blouse. They had sagged due to their weight in the absence of the bra.

The flaps were covering the breasts with her nipples poking from the thin blouse material. I stared dumbly at her breasts while she wiped my crotch. My cock hardened more due to her touch. Seeing my hard cock inside the shorts, Swapna Aunty stopped rubbing and looked up at me.

Seeing my eyes glued to her breasts, Swapna Aunty gripped my crotch tightly and mouthed, ‘BEHAVE.’ I winced in pain as she was hurting me by holding my cock firmly. All this was happening under the table, and Grandpa was not able to notice it.

With her free hand, she pulled the blouse flaps, closely hiding her cleavage from my prying eyes. Releasing my cock she scrubbed the whiskey stains from the shorts. She lifted her upper torso and covered her open blouse with the pallo.

“Is it ok now, Rahul?” Grandpa asked me, and I nodded. He turned to Swapna Aunty and asked her to fill his glass.

Swapna Aunty poured a large peg and added some ice cubes to the glass. Grandpa, taking a sip, asked me, “Have you seen the big breasts of any Indian ladies, Rahul?”

I was staring down at the tent in my shorts and lifted my head, hearing Grandpa. I looked at Grandpa and Swapna Aunty. He was smiling, seeing me uncomfortable at the question thrown at me. I nodded, ‘NO.’

“I know you have seen Ishani’s small ones in these two days. Would you like to see the big magnificent breasts of a sexy Indian woman?” Grandpa asked me again. I was wondering what he was planning as his questions were always about women.

Swapna Aunty was also getting uncomfortable at the old man’s vulgar dialogues. I kept quiet, not answering the horny, pervert old man.

“So I take it as ‘YES,’” Grandpa said. Turning to his daughter-in-law spoke again, “Will you please show your breasts to my Grandson Swapna?”

I felt like a bomb exploded hearing the old man. How can he ask his daughter-in-law to expose her body to a family member that too who is of her son’s age? Swapna Aunty looked shocked at Grandpa’s request. He was not ordering her this time but requesting her.

“Mama, do you know what you are asking? How can I do that? Rahul is like my son. No, I can’t. Please forgive me,” Swapna Aunty replied angrily and tried to get up.

“Well, I can’t force you, Swapna. I could have asked Mamata to show hers, but they are small. Rahul had already seen hers in the afternoon while we were busy after lunch. I will ask Nandini to show hers, and she is lactating too. Rahul may enjoy seeing the milk dripping. I will gift her the 10-acre farm if she obliges me,” Grandpa said in a plain tone, indirectly offering the olive branch to Swapna Aunty.

Swapna Aunty slumped on the bed hearing the word ’10 acre Farm’. Her hands were clutched tightly, and she stared at Grandpa for a long time.

Finally, she spoke, “How can you do this to me, Mama? I come every day to your room and satisfy you thoroughly, unlike Mamata Didi. She does it halfheartedly just for the sake of the property. Nandini is still a small girl. Rahul is just 2 years older than my son, and they are good friends. What if he tells my son?” She was literally in tears.

“Stop crying, Swapna. I asked you not to order. You can show only if you are comfortable and there is no compulsion. I know how good you satisfy me and there is no second word about it. Don’t worry. You will get your share of the property. You can consider this as a bonus,” Grandpa said.

I was wondering what Swapna Aunty will do now. Will she show me her breasts or not? I was dying to see her big breasts naked and at a close range. Courtesy of my Grandpa, who had planned this very well. I got the answer very quickly.

Swapna Aunty dropped her pallo down to her lap, turning towards me, holding the blouse flaps with her shaking hands. She moved them aside, revealing her gorgeous monster breasts to me. My mouth opened up wide, seeing Swapna Aunty’s mammoth breasts.

They had sagged down a bit due to their sheer weight, but they looked firm. Areolas were large, and so were the nipples which were protruding from the epicentre of the mounds. The nipples were thick, unlike Ishani’s pointy ones and were suckable if she had any milk.

They looked like cow’s udders ready to feed a hungry man. I felt like cupping and milking them, but restrained myself. I wondered what Grandpa had planned next. As I expected came his sermons.

“Aren’t they gorgeous, Rahul? Go on, touch and feel those beauties. Your Aunty won’t mind. Would you Swapna?” Grandpa said, looking at his daughter-in-law.

Swapna Aunty shuddered helplessly and nodded at me uneasily, giving me the green signal. Slowly, I raised both my hands and caressed the slopes of her breasts with my palm. My thumbs lingered on the protruding nipples. The nipples got stiff as I thumbed them.

Aunty’s body shook, and I knew this was one of the sensitive parts that could trigger her. Brought my hands down to the bottom of the breasts, lifted the massive breasts and dropped them down. They shook violently, juggling as they fell due to their sheer weight.

My thumbs were still busy tweaking the nipples. Then I heard another order from my Grandpa.

“Look how her nipples are inviting you. Come on, son, lick and suck those nipples. But you won’t get any milk. They would have fed the whole town when she was lactating during Rohit’s birth. Treat her as your mother and with respect,” Grandpa said.

“Mama, you are asking too much. Ok, I will if you really want,” Said Swapna Aunty held the right nipple in her fingers and looked at me, inviting me to suck her nipple. Staring at her, I opened my lips, and Swapna Aunty placed the nipple between my lips.

I closed my lips on the turgid nipple and sucked gently for a few seconds. My right hand was caressing her tummy. My left hand was still lingering on her left breast, playing with the nipple. I heard Aunty sighing when I pulled the nipple into my mouth, trying to gobble her breast in my mouth as much as I could.

Sucking the spongy breast, wetting it with my saliva, I enjoyed the soft breasts both in my mouth and hand. After a few minutes, I switched to the left breast took the nipple in my mouth and gave the same treatment to it too.

My right hand was pressing the wet right breast. The free left hand was hugging her hips and caressing her back skin. Her back was sweaty, and I wondered if my sucking aroused her.

“Are you erect, Rahul?” came the bomb from Grandpa.

Before I could take my mouth off the nipple and answer Grandpa, Swapna Aunty spoke,  “He is Mama. The minute I sat beside him, I knew he was erect.” There was a naughtiness on her face.

Grandpa laughed loudly and said,” You can make a dead man’s dick erect just by showing off your breasts, Swapna. How can the poor young boy control his urges to see a sexy woman? It must be struggling inside the shorts. Why don’t you release it, Swapna? I want to see my boy’s weapon,” Grandpa said, controlling his laughter.

“Not again, Mama. You are asking me to do all the dirty things with Rahul. Ok, I will do it as I am also curious to see what he has got inside,” Said Swapna Aunty. She brought her hands down to my crotch, trying to find the shorts hook.

What a lucky day, I thought. In the morning, I was dying to see Swapna Aunty’s breasts when she was washing clothes, showing her cleavage. I got to see them but was sucking them, too, courtesy of my Grandpa. As I was busy sucking her erect nipple, Swapna Aunty was busy unhooking my shorts.

She pulled the zipper down, fishing her hands in my briefs, and pulled out my cock. “It’s bigger than your son’s, Mama. I expected it to be small, but it looks ok to me,” Swapna Aunty holding my cock with two fingers trying to gauge the size.

“Damn, I can’t see it. Will you stand up and show me your dick, Rahul?” Grandpa said.

Continued in the next part.

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