Loving Mature Indian Aunt, lose virginity with my aunty, I am 19 year old & originally hail from a small town of Uttar Pradesh where my parents still live.. My parents always wanted to give me quality education. But those days there was no reputed college in my locality. After school, it was a big question before my parents as to where I go for further studies. My uncle was an officer in U.P. administration and aunty was lecturer in Department of biology in a college. When they came to know about dilemma of my parents they suggested me to take admission in University and stay with them. It was fantastic proposal so far my studies were concerned but personally I was not very excited as I had never been emotionally close to my uncle’s family. Though I had great respect for both, uncle and aunty, but I had never been vocal to them and there was an apprehension in my mind whether I would feel comfortable with them. Anyways, despite all such apprehensions, now it was final decision that I was going to study in University and stay with my uncle and aunt. My uncle was contrary to my apprehension, I felt that both, my uncle and aunty were very supportive and caring towards me and my cousins were happy, as they have got an elder brother to talk and study with them.
As I told earlier I was not from a big city, so I had never been exposed to sex or sexually enticing literatures. But here some students of my class used to bring porn magazines such as “Debonair” or “Chastity” and glimpse on nude models have started working on me and somewhere I felt sexual urge within me. As those days Internet was not available and porn cassettes were far-far away from my access so I used to borrow such magazines from my friends and masturbate while looking at pictures of nude girls; however in reality I had never seen any nude girl or woman. I remember, it was August and my uncle got transferred to another city of U.P., he tried his best to get transfer order cancelled but he didn’t succeed and he had to left for there. Now he visits home once in 15 or 20 days.
One day, one of my friends brought a sex storybook written by some “Mastram” type authors. There was a story titled “Maine chachi ko choda”. After reading this story my thoughts changed in one go. My own aunt, flashed in my mind as a sexual object that can easily pacify my lust. But it was only in the state of mind when I was overpowered with such desires. I knew it was not going to happen ever in my life. But, after this incident I have started to look my aunt in different perception. My aunt was 40 years old and had a nice figure. Still at this age she looks a sex bomb. She was 5 ft. 5 inches tall and weighs about 65 Kgs+. She had gorgeous legs with wide thighs, full round big buxom and well shaped round and firm hips. From top to bottom she was fair and spotless like an Angel. I think she was proud of her looks and smooth, silky & voluptuous body, as it was evident from her way of keeping her well maintained. The best part of her body was the huge set of boobs. They were huge & firm till date.
In my life I have never thought of my aunt as any kind of sexual object, but in a blink of an eye it all changed and initial feelings of lust for my own aunt were developed in my mind. If I remember, after reading that story, my first memories of feeling stirred up were watching her get dressed in front of me or watching her move about the room, retrieving things from the refrigerator, her tits bouncing and her hips swaying under her sari or looking at her cleavage when she wears deep neck blouse or during her forward bending. Some times after bath she used to come out from bathroom in bra, petticoat & Hawaii slippers and put rest of her clothes, likes blouse and sari on her body even if I was there in the room but with her back towards me. Though I always use to peep her when I get any chance but never let her know about it. For her I was still a shy and innocent guy.
It was October and we had two-week long vacations for Dussehra in our college however my cousins’ school was still open. My aunt asked me if I want to visit my parents on this occasion or want to stay here to see how Dussehra is being celebrated in city. With a lust of getting a chance to squeeze my aunt I decided to stay with them and told ” Rohit aur Garima bhi hain, do-teen dino mein unki bhi chhutti ho jayegi, uncle bhi aa jayenge, hum sabhi saath honge to bahut maza aayega. Iss baar main yehi rahunga .
“It’s nice; I think you will have great fun during these vacations as it’s your first Dussehra in here.” That day aunt was busy in household chores and I was lending helping hands to her. During this period, several times I tried to touch or rub her body accidentally, whenever I got a chance. At one point she bent down to get old magazines from lower shelf of central table and her nightie was riding up her legs, exposing her marvelous calf and stretched tightly across her round ass. This sight caused my dick lurched in my shorts and began to swell as she remained in that position for 2 minutes. I had conflicting feelings of recognizing my aunt as my local guardian and other hand as a sexual object. I tried my best to wash these feelings but my lust over powered me. I thought I must be losing my mind, but I couldn’t stop watching her. Next morning when my cousins were out for school and I and my aunt were at home (as colleges were closed but not schools). My lust for her overpowered me and I decided to go ahead with some clever tricks as it was now or never situation for me. Till then I had no idea about her mind, about her sexual drives and her response to my move. I knew if I go straight forward for her it is not going to happen in anyway. Even it was not certain if my trick would work. It might ruin my life and she could tell my parents about it. With great puzzle in my mind I came out of my study room and approached her. She was in living room sitting on the sofa and watching television. Pretending as I’m in great pain and surprise me went there and sat on sofa beside her. It was evident from my face that I was in some trouble. Looking at me she asked.
“Kya hua tum kuchh pareshan dikh rahe ho?”
“Kuchh nahi aunty buss aise hi…”
“Arrey baba bolo to kya hua whets wrong with you? Are you ok?”
“Haan aunty main theek hun but I think I need to go to the doctor”. I replied.
“Why, what happened?”
“Aunty, main aapko nahi bata sakta, I feel shy in telling you”.