“My little boy has grown up. He’s a man!” she was talking to herself but looking at me. “Come let’s go” she led me to her room. As soon as I sat down on the bed next to her, she pulled her pallu off her shoulders and sat up jutting her melons out towards me. “Here they are. Dekh le jitna dekhna hai”. My mouth went dry as I strained to touch them. I didn’t dare to, but I took in the full picture.
Maasi looked beautiful. Her dimpled chin jutted up; her delicate throat stretched out towards me. She was so fair, her skin stretching down to the blouse and then flaring up into delicate curves. The bra and the blouse held them close creating the deepest cleavage I could have imagined. Those breasts were nothing like the ones I had seen or touched, much less sucked.
The excitement built up into a rock-hard erection and I shuffled on the couch uncomfortably. “Get up” she whispered, and I meekly followed. She reached for my belt and unhooked my jeans. It was very matter of fact. She had helped me change clothes several times, but this time everything was so different. I felt shy and tried to hold up the jeans. “Don’t do that” she urged. “How would you discover me if I had my clothes on?” I let them fall to the ground. She pulled off my jocks and looked at me in wonder. “Wow — you have indeed grown”. I was at full hoist, and she made sure not to touch me. I felt a lot more comfortable, letting my flag wave in the breeze.
“Should I? or do you want to?” she indicated to her blouse. I sat down again, and she turned her back to me. I reached for the hooks and struggled with them. “Easy, calm down” she smiled. I took them off one by one and finally she shrugged it off pulling off one sleeve at a time. I reached for the bra strap and unhooked the three hooks. The bra opened and revealed her bare back without a stitch on it. Gorgeous black hair covering the fairest skin I had seen. The shoulders curved into a slim waist and then into a lovely curve at the hips that begged to be touched.
She turned slowly and dramatically to me. The breasts were heavy and full. Weighed down by their weight the pink nipples looked eagerly at me.
It was the moment of my life. Maasi sat topless next to me.
Slowly she lay down and put her arms above her head and looked smilingly at me. “That’s all there is, young man” she said. She patted on the pillow next to her and turned on her side as I threw myself onto the bed. She held my wrist and gently brought my hand to her breast. “Gently” she chided as I grabbed it into a squeeze. “You can turn a woman off by doing that. Just run your fingers over it. Feel it, caress it.”
I did as she said. Her breast felt soft and warm. I ran my fingers over the curve from under her arms and moved them into her cleavage gently raking my fingernail over it. She sighed and the nipple stiffened. I knew I was onto something. “That’s good, do more of that”. I complied happily. Spreading my fingers over the entire breast, I brought them into a point under the curve and gently tickled the area where it met her chest. She sighed again and thrust them out. I cupped it and gently lifted the weight while squeezing lightly. With my fingertips I circled the aureole and lightly rubbed the tip of her nipple. It stood up with my attention and my mouth ached to suck it.
Maasi read my mind and brought her hand to the back of my head. Slowly she lowered it onto her chest. I buried my face into the softness of her breasts. With my weight she turned on her back and I had the whole of her chest at my mercy. My mouth went wild flitting from one nipple the next, sucking her breasts like mangoes. She cried out and pushed my head back “slowly beta, araam se. Lie back, let me teach you a trick or two”, she pushed me on my back and raised herself on her side.
Her fingers ran over my chest and down my bare tummy and then caressed my penis. She didn’t hold it but ran her fingertips like butterflies on me. I moaned in pleasure. I wanted to close my eyes and submit myself entirely to her but didn’t want to miss the chance of burning the sight of her body into my brain. From the shaft her fingers worked on my balls. Cupping them gently she massaged them. I had never felt such sensations before.
Her lips lowered onto my nipples, and she sucked them gently. I couldn’t have been harder than I was and finally when her fingers wrapped around me, I was ready to cum. She sensed that and withdrew, looked at me and smiled. “You ready to go?” I nodded meekly.
She got off the bed and unwrapped the rest of her clothes and stood stark naked. Seeing me stare at her she dramatically turned around a full circle for me to admire her beautiful full body. Then she got on the bed and mounted me. I was surprised, as she sat on my thighs and held me with her fingers. Slowly she lifted her hips and guided me inside her. As the warmth and moistness enveloped me, I moaned and grabbed her hips.
She began to grind herself on me enjoying my hardness inside her. Her hands were on my chest and her face inches from mine. Her eyes filled with love and pleasure met mine as her lips crushed into me. I felt her tongue push into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked on her lips, squeezed her hips and grabbed fistfuls of her buttocks.
Her eyes rolled up and she was in the throes of pleasure. Her hips bounced on me, the frequency increasing eventually. The wet slapping sound turned me on more than her bouncing breasts and I was ready to give her everything I had. I bucked my hips faster and faster and shot an almost never-ending stream of hot sperm all over her insides.
As Maasi dropped down next to me totally spent, I looked at her unbelievably. What had I done to deserve this gorgeous woman? However sinful it was, it was great!
