My Lonely Mamata Aunty – Part 1

“Rajesh, what took you so long to get back home?” My Mom asked me.

“I had special classes, Mom,” I grumbled.

“Get ready, you have to go to Mamata Aunt’s house. She needs your help with lifting some heavy things.” My Mom told me, no – ordered me.

Mamata Aunty, the lady of my dreams. Mamata Aunt’s husband Raman had rented a house close to ours, so that his wife would have company when he goes abroad for work. My Mom was happy to have some family living near us in the same neighbourhood.

Mamata Aunty was my favourite Aunt and she was a distant younger cousin sister of my Dad’s. She was relatively young, around 30. She had a sweet personality and was a very soft person by heart. She was also very appealing to the eyes.

Her light brown skin, long black hair, sweet, subtle smile, her height of 5’5, among other things, made her sexy in my eyes. Her husband Raman had just recently gotten a job with a big multinational firm. He was required to travel abroad a lot.

Mamata Aunty often asked my Mom if I was able to come over and assist her with duties around the house, especially after she had a newborn baby 6 months ago. I was always happy to go because, after all, what is family for? By the way, I am Rajesh, 20 years old and studying 2nd year Engineering.

I quickly took a quick shower, had lunch and hopped on my bike to Mamata Aunt’s place. I stopped at her house and parked my bike near the gate. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later, the door opened. I was greeted by the lady of my dreams, Mamata Aunty who smiled on seeing me.

Mamata Aunty was looking especially radiant today. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail while some of her fangs came undone and hugged her forehead, giving a seductive look to her face. She looked very cute like that. She was wearing a white coloured sari.

“How was your day, Rajesh?” she asked as she caressed my cheeks with her soft hand.

“Fine, auntie, Mom told me that you need my help. Order me, and I am always ready to help you,” I said, trying to impress her.

“Oh my God, yes, I need your help badly today. You know how hard it has been for me ever since Raman left for London. It’s hard to be alone while having to take care of the baby and cook, clean and do the rest.”

“How long has he gone this time, Aunty?” I asked.

“This time, for a month.” She sighed and continued. “Thank God I have you here close by to help me!” Upon that compliment, out of the blue, she reached over and gave me a tight hug. So tight, in fact, that I could feel her milk-filled breasts liberally pressing against my chest.

Even feeling her nipples through her blouse and bra. Her hair smelled nice, giving off the smell of roses in a garden. “Come in, Rajesh,” said Mamata Aunty, “Help me cut some vegetables for tonight’s dinner. Your Mom asked me to cut some for her, too, as we are preparing vegetable biryani.”

\ for tonight’s dinner.”

Mamata Aunty and I sat in the open verandah since it was a nice sunny day. We sat across from each other, keeping the vegetables in our respective trays. We began cutting the vegetables. At first we didn’t speak much because both of us were focused on cutting the vegetables carefully.

I glanced at Mamata Aunty, and her sitting posture was quite distracting, though I must admit. The way Mamata Aunty wore her saree showed lots of tummy skin between the blouse and saree, particularly with the blouse’s low neckline, which showed her cleavage.

I could not help but peek at her ample breasts. The saree pallo had moved away from her chest. Her milk-filled breasts were swaying, swelling, jiggling and up against each other while she was cutting the vegetables moving her hands.

I could also see her black bra straps making an appearance and peeping out from her blouse edges. I did develop somewhat of an erection. But I tried to control it and focus on the task at hand. It was odd at the same time, though. I would catch her smiling at me while she stared deep into my eyes.

I think she was aware of the show she was giving me. It wasn’t until then that I realised how beautiful her breasts really were when I viewed them from close range. As we carried on with our task, her conversation shifted to her baby. And right on time, her baby woke up and started to cry from the bedroom.

“Oh no, I knew he would get up. He didn’t drink enough milk the last time I fed him. You finish cutting the vegetables. I’ll be in the room feeding him. Come in when you are finished, ok?” Mamata Aunty quickly wiped her hands with the pallo edge and ran into the room.

I watched her full round buttocks swaying inside her saree as she ran. I saw the outlines of the panties she was wearing. My cock was in full attention, and I quickly finished the task at hand. After finishing cutting the vegetables, I wrapped them in a cover and kept them on the dining table.

I then went to Mamata Aunt’s bedroom to see what she was doing. Moreover, I wanted to see her sexy, ripe body again and again. I felt that Mamata Aunty was teasing me a lot today, displaying ample of her body curves. I walked into the master bedroom and saw her sitting on a chair and breastfeeding the baby.

Her left breast was exposed which the baby was feeding off. She smiled, seeing me entering the room. I was a bit taken aback. I am not used to seeing my conservative Aunty display a taboo part of her body to me, her nephew. But Aunty didn’t show any protest at my abrupt entry.

She breastfed her baby with a smile. I assumed it was appropriate. As hard as it was, I tried not to look at her exposed breast while she fed the baby. To distract my mind away from her obvious exposed breast, I continued with the conversation.

Soon after we had started talking, she finished feeding the baby and moved the baby away. It was then that I had a clear view of her naked left breast along with the nipple. Her breast was bigger than what I had imagined. It was a perfect round shape.

Her light brown skin topped off with her pinkish-brown nipples, made it quite a sight to view. I saw a tiny drop of milk at the nipple tip. I almost instantly got an erection from looking at her exposed breast. No sooner had I caught a peak at her exposed breast again than she slipped it inside her bra and blouse.

She covered her boobs with her pallo. Mamata Aunty sat up straight, almost in a fully upright position. She lifted the baby onto her shoulder and began rocking back and forth, patting the baby’s back lightly so as to encourage the baby to burp and help him fall asleep.

Within a few minutes, the baby let out a loud burp. Aunty giggled like a little girl. It was one of the cutest things I had seen.

“Why are you laughing, Aunty?” I asked.

“I find it so cute when he burps like that. I can’t help but laugh. I think he’s asleep now.” She smiled at me and said, “Would you mind laying him in his crib, Rajesh?” I hesitated a bit in an attempt to calm my erection. “Oh, come on, Rajesh, it’s not like you haven’t done this before.”

After a few seconds, when I got control of my dick, I got up and took the baby in my hands. While doing that, the back of my hands brushed her thighs. I felt her body heat. Placing the sleeping baby in the crib, I came back and sat on the bed, trying to cover my hardness with my hands.

Mamata Aunty saw me doing that and asked, “Any problems, Rajesh.”
“Nothing, Aunty,” I mumbled.

“Come on, Rajesh. Consider me as your friend, not Aunt. I am just 10 years older than you. I was your age too and knew about the young generation’s infatuations. Tell me honestly, do you find me attractive?” Mamata Aunty spoke with a smile.

I was dumbstruck hearing her speaking frankly. I just nodded my head at her. “Is it yes or no Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty asked again, staring at my hands on my crotch. Now, I looked at her as a woman, not as my Aunt.

The fan was blowing at full speed. Her pallo had moved away from her boobs, shape of her milk-filled breasts encased in the tight white blouse was clearly visible. The blouse was wet, showing the nipples’ location clearly. I looked down at her midriff. It had folds due to excess flesh on her tummy.

I found some milk drops on her creamy tummy, and my cock raised its head more. Mamata Aunty saw me staring at her tummy, looked down and found the milk drops. Lifting her head, She smiled and asked me to do the oddest thing.

“Rajesh, do you mind helping me clean the milk from my stomach? See, the baby has squirted some milk on my stomach by accident while sucking.” Feeling a bit uncomfortable at her unusual request, I reached for the towel which was lying on the bed.

“No, no. Not with the towel, with your tongue. Why don’t you want to taste my milk?” Mamata Aunty said with a kinky smile on her face.

I paused for a minute and looked at her, wondering if she was serious or playing a prank on me. She posed the most sinister smile. “What?” I responded.

“I said, lick the milk off my stomach and taste it,” she said in a soft yet seductive manner.

“Aunty…are you sure…” I blabbered.

“Shhhh…don’t talk loudly. The baby just slept. Come and lick the milk off my stomach like a good boy.” She pointed down to the few drops of milk that were on her tummy, just above her belly button. At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused hearing her unusual request.

Here is my Aunty of my dreams asking me to lick her breast milk off her stomach. I had redeveloped my erection, although I was uncertain about the entire situation. Thinking that I should do what my Aunt told me to, I got off the bed. I went near her and kneeled on the floor in front of her on my knees.

I put both my hands on her warm thighs and licked the milk drops off her tummy, stretching my tongue out. I found the milk tasteless and a bit thin in texture, too. Mamata Aunty let out a slight gasp of pleasure. Her stomach muscles contracted as I licked her tummy into flesh.

I could smell an ever so slight scent emitting from her thighs junction, a mixture of ladies’ perfume and her natural scent.

“How did you like it? Did my milk taste good?” she asked with the same seductive, sinister smile.

“It tasted sweeter than I had expected,” I said nervously.

“Good, that felt really nice for me too. I don’t mind if you lick me again.” Mamata Aunty said, biting her lower lip and looking down at me.

My cock was getting pretty hard in my tight pants. Although in the back of my mind, I knew it was wrong, there was something inside of me that I could not resist. This time, I gripped her hips firmly, just below her breasts. I sucked and licked her stomach, making it wet with my saliva.

Her hands instantly grabbed the back side of my head tightly. “Oh, Rajesh, lick me more,” Mamata Aunty moaned, pulling my hair. Her gasps began to get deeper, more intense. I began to suck her soft tummy folds.

Her hands began to pull the hair on my head ever so slightly, giving me a more pleasurable experience. I saw her deep navel seeking my attention. My tongue dipped in her deep navel and swirled the tip, making it wet with my saliva. My hands were on her waist, just below her breasts.

I took advantage, and my thumbs began pressing the underside of her soft breasts. I found her breasts soft and spongy even though I was not pressing the whole breasts. Mamata Aunty showed no resistance to my bold move as my thumbs dug into her breast’s flesh.

But instead, her hands began to push my head down slowly towards her pussy. I was baffled and didn’t go down there right away. Rather, I licked the bottom half of her stomach and slowly made my way down, still leaving her saree on. I began licking and sucking her pussy through her saree.

I noticed a distinct scent come out of her. I was old enough to know that it was the smell of her pussy odour. Bring my hands down to her thighs. I continued rubbing her inner thighs and teasing the bottom half of her saree with my fingers. I was running them in and around her waist area.

Her breasts heaved up and down as she gasped in and out, letting out a slight moan of pleasure now and then. It was soon apparent that Aunty wanted direct contact between her pussy and my mouth. Mamata Aunty took her hands off my head and slipped her saree folds, which were tucked below her navel.

Untying her petticoat cord, Mamata Aunty pushed her saree and petticoat down, exposing her pussy. This was the first time I saw pussy, and that too my Aunt, who was my dream lady. I had never seen anything like it. It was completely shaved and perfectly shaped.

Pussy lips were a bit larger and thick, a little bit above. I saw her clit throbbing, which was out of its hood. She looked down at me and, smiling, said, “Do you like what you see? Want to taste its juices like you tasted my milk, Rajesh?”  She sat back down in her chair, giving me enough room between her thighs.

“Yes, Aunty. It is cute, and I have never seen a pussy before except in porn,” I said, staring at her slit, which was leaking.

“Hmm, pussy. What is it called in Kannada Rajesh?” She asked with a hint of mischief in her tone.

I looked up at her and wondered why she was so curious to hear the slang word. But anyway, I said, “It is called ‘tullu’, Aunty.”

“Not bad. You know a lot of things, Rajesh. Now tell me what your organ is called,” She asked again.

“It is called ‘tunne’,” I said.

“Ok, my tullu ( cunt) is waiting to be licked, sucked or whatever. Suck my pussy and give me a release. I am tired of masturbating with my fingers. So, I am asking for your help without any shame. I know I am using you. But I didn’t have any other option other than you.”

“I know you are a good boy and keep this secret with you. If you help me, I will help you in return. Now suck your Aunt’s pussy like a good boy,” Mamata Aunty said and stopped her big speech. I wondered what she meant when she said that she will help me in return if I suck her.

Will she give me a blowjob or allow me to fuck. What the hell? I was getting more than I expected from the lady of my dreams. I thought of the immediate task at hand. I spread her legs wide, and I licked her pussy from bottom to top, stretching my tongue out.

The pussy lips had opened up, and my tongue dived into her wet pussy folds, savouring her juices. I found it salty but was sweet to savour. She took my right hand, which was on her left thigh, and placed it above her pussy mound. “My clit, play with it, Rajesh,” Mamata Aunty said with a sexy tone.

My thumb located her clit and started flicking it. I ate her pussy in an amateurish way. I could not help but was intoxicated with her pussy odour. It was unlike anything I had ever smelt in my entire life. My heart began beating so fast that it felt like it was going to come out of my chest.

I didn’t know what I was doing. But from what I had learned in biology class, I knew where to direct my tongue. And judging from her moans, I thought I was doing a good job. At this point, my cock had become so hard and so big that it was beginning to hurt inside my pants.

I needed to get my cock out of my pants quickly. “Wait, wait, Aunty, let me take my pants off, it’s hurting,” I told her.

Catching her breath, Mamata Aunty remarked, “You mean your ‘tunne’ (cock). Are you going to show me your cock to your Aunty, Rajesh? Have I had such an effect on you, my boy?”

“You can’t imagine, Aunty. My cock rose a bit when you hugged me at the door. It got fully erect seeing your exposed breast while you were breastfeeding the baby. You made it worse when you asked me to lick your tummy,” I said, showing the bulge.

“I deliberately exposed my breast to you while feeding the baby, thinking you would pounce on me like a hungry lion, but you didn’t. So I asked you to lick the milk off my stomach, thinking you would fall for it, and you did. You made my pussy wet when you were licking my tummy.”

“So I exposed my pussy to you so you can suck off my juices which was your doing. Now let me see your tunne, my boy,” Mamata Aunty said, sitting straight up, eager to see my cock.

The story continues.

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