Lovely Auntie Ch. 16

Manish ground his hips as he thought, she too was a woman and she too had a cunt.

'You are making me relive those old days, Sumi' Ratan mamaji said as he smiled at her. 'I could still recall the figure of your structure bidding me adieu every morning at that time. You dressed skilfully then and, even now.'

She giggled looking down at her feet. 'I don't know but you brought something out of me.'

'Is it wet, that something?'

Sumitra gasped and laughed at his joke, while Manish raised his eyes and humped harder. Sumi on the hand felt a real good wetness in her panties at his words.

'Anyhow, Sumi, I got to go as I can't stand all day drinking your heavenly beauty. And before someone catches me in this act, I need to go. I will come back early in the afternoon, then.'

Sumi nodded with her shy smile plastered on her face. Her reactions for Manish, looked like a teenage girl's, wanting a fuck from the college heartthrob.

As the old man was about to get on the jeep, she said to him, 'aren't you forgetting something?'

The tone in the voice made Manish quiver with utmost desire. He never heard her speak like that. It was filled with subservience, the eagerness to please, that of obedience and that of erotic mischief. Her body language too with her looking at her lover with her longing eyes and quivering lips said it all for Manish. Even Ratan was deeply affected by the MILF's behaviour. She was having a bad effect on him. But now, with her availability to him, he felt it was going to be a good effect.

'What is that?' he asked.

'Did you forget already?'

'Forget what?'

'Don't you recall how I used to bid you adieu daily?'

Manish could easily see the dent in the old man's dhoti. He could easily see by the old man's bristling moustache and his alert demeanour, that he was highly excited. Manish was in quandary as to what they used to do before her marriage. Her curious query was making him as excited as it was making him breathless with desire.

'Are you sure, Sumi?' Ratan dadaji asked her.

'I don't know, mamaji. It all depends on your interest.'

Ratan looked into her eyes deeply as Sumitra swayed on the spot with her lover's challenging look and breathed deeply. Her lower lip was quivering. He was a couple of feet away from her on the verandah. He considered the sultry look of the lady before him and nodded his head, 'so, be it, honey.' His eyes were highly excited as he looked into her inch long cleavage.

Manish too waited with bated breath as to understand what they were talking about and what was going to happen. He was on the verge of climax before he pulled himself back.

And then he noticed what his mother was about to do. She was looking at her feet all the time as she languidly let her pallu drop. And then she proceeded to the hooks of her blouse, which she slowly started unhooking one by one.

Ratan looked at her heaving breasts as she started unhooking her blouse. With each button popping off, he could feel her 36D sized jugs tremble with sensuousness cinching his breath in his throat. His cock was thrusting back the folds of cloth obstructing it. Sumitra slowly looked into his eyes as she proceeded to do her bit. Her panties were getting moistened thoroughly by the continuous outflow of her secretions. She even felt a few mini orgasms playing over her body, the tingling sensation in her nipples and in her cunt.

Manish wasn't able to control his emotions. Even though he had stopped thumping against the bed, his orgasm seemed to pour over him. He was putting it on edge like balancing it on the edge of the knife.

And then, slowly one by one, Sumitra unclipped all her buttons. She slowly took the lapels of her blouse out of the confines of her chest area making them lie hanging at her sides. She loved wearing no bra, thanks to Manish. She thrust her naked boobs into the air as she felt certain obedience to her older lover so as to get his approval.

Ratan had hazarded since the time of her arrival that she wasn't wearing any bras. But he was sceptical of his guess because he couldn't explain the way her tits were bouncing with such a good support rather than sagging. But now, as the MILF exposed her treasures to him, he couldn't help but admire at the raw beauty of her wonderful figure. Her large coin sized nipples with pencil rubber like teats were almost taking his breath away. But the thing which was the icing on the cake was her low moans, she was making. The fact that she was naked before him was itself enough for her to have mini orgasms.

Manish looked at the whole picture of how his mother was submitting to the old man. He was not going to forget it in his lifetime. He humped his cock and felt he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to have that delicious orgasm, which was waiting for him round the corner. And the corner was very near.

Sumitra felt her lover's eyes on her boobs and just sighed with her half lidded lust filled eyes.

Ratan said, 'I remember the ritual, Sumi.'

He proceeded towards as he put his large hands on her hips while she shivered with lust.

'Though the ritual was started by you, I remember it clearly.'

His lazy hand rubbed on her hips and over her umbilicus as it made her moan with severe craving of sex.

'And I loved this ritual more than you loved it.' He went on, playing with her belly button, as she felt she needed some support to help her stand.

'It used to make my day. It used to make me work with vigour that there are a pair of tits back at home, which were waiting for me.'

'Oh, mamaji' she cried as she wavered in her stand as the old man did nothing to support her.

'Let me recall the ritual. It had four steps- rub, flick, slap and pinch. Isn't that right, Sumi?'

'Yes, it is.'

Manish felt envious as he connected the words. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he felt that his mother was getting pleasure elsewhere but that's what he asked. And he was going to get it.

The first contact of his hands on her breasts started the orgasm for Sumi. She stifled her moan as she felt a strong jolt of twitch in her cunt. But Ratan wasn't deterred. He placed both his hands on the bountiful treasures of her breasts, which he had waited for years to touch.

He rubbed them with his calloused hands as Sumi caught his arms for support and moaned against his shoulder. He pressed the flesh of her tits in his hands as he felt his cock seeping precum against the folds of his cloth. He massaged her tits for a brief minute, before proceeding to the next stage.

He flicked her dark, turgid nipples as she moaned in frustration. One orgasm subsided and the other started. Manish felt his cock starting to vibrate with his orgasm with all the other worldly sexual foreplay happening before him.

The flick of dadaji's fingers of her nipples made Sumi happy with excitement. But then he started the third act. He slapped his hands on her breasts as a loud slap was heard. For a moment all three of them thought somebody would hear them. Sumi half minded any body's interference. She was totally lost in the hands of her lover. Ratan slapped her tits a few times more though the slaps were heard a little hard. And then the best part of the ritual he went to. Looking into her eyes, which were looking back at him, he pinched both of her nipples as she cried a high pitched cry, which made a few crows to unsettle from the top of a few trees.

Manish's cock started pumping the seed against his bedsheets as he humped against the bed enjoying one of the best orgasms of his life. Sumitra's orgasms were flowing through her when Ratan kissed her on the cheek and walked back to his jeep leaving her flaunting her naked breasts and emotions. She played with the loose plait of her hair while her breasts were still naked as she waved her lover goodbye for the day. The lapels of her blouse were fluttering loosely against the gentle breeze of the dawn.

And then suddenly, Kavita dadi's voice was heard. She walked into the lawn as Manish feared for his mother. Sumitra quickly spread her pallu over her breasts as she tried to rearrange her clothing beneath it.

'What was that? I heard someone crying.'

Sumitra smiled recollecting her mischief, 'it was nothing mamiji, I slipped here and I cried at that moment. Luckily I supported myself before the fall by this pillar.'

'Oh, are you alright, child?'

'I am perfectly fine.'

'Take care, child. It is slippery here in the yard. Many a time, I had ...'

Manish smiled at the way his mother covered up the issue as he felt admiration, anger and love towards Sumitra, Admiration for her daring taking of things with her lover, anger for having to share her love and love because she was the exceptional Sumitra.

Manish recollected everything that happened in the last half an hour and he didn't understand if he believed what he saw. His gorgeous, innocent mother was behaving like a whore, if it is the proper word, he was looking for. It really was very thrilling and erotic, which looked the best sort of 'good'. The way she was acting he didn't expect that he would see. But there was certainly some chemistry between the old man and the MILF, he couldn't put past that fact. There was some fuel of sex and wanting burning since a long time and this was the occasion they were looking for. The way his mother acted as though looking after her sexual needs was something which he felt very sensual. That's what he wanted.

The hard work behind his orgasm made him tired as he soon glided into the clouds of sleep, but the tinkle of a ringtone woke him up just a few minutes later. It wasn't his ringtone, it was his mother's. He peeped through the window into the lawn as she carried her mobile watching her surroundings. It was clear that the call was a private one. But why would she maintain such secrecy with his father's calls.

The geography of his guest bedroom was such that when she was in the yard too, he could easily make out what she was speaking. He probably felt she was more disposed to take a private chat towards his guest bedroom. Any other part will make her audible to other rooms of the family where other members were sleeping. It was five and anyone won't require more than a slight noise to wake up from sleep.

She lifted the call. He could only hear her side of the conversation.

'Yeah, she was there. Oh, you must have seen her while leaving.'

'No, nothing like that, mamaji'

Manish's cock perked up with that single word. He wasn't able to recall the last time when Ratan dadaji called her on the phone. They rarely spoke all these years and if there was any call, they made it, which was mostly in relation to the matters of properties and fields.

But now, it wasn't even a matter of a few minutes they parted and the old man was calling her. By the first two replies of hers, he could make out that he was asking her if Kavita dadi saw anything regarding their exchange. Sumitra was telling him that he needn't worry as the old lady didn't see anything.

Manish started humping again listening to one side of the talk and imagining the other half of the conversation.

'I told her I slipped and luckily didn't fall.' She was dropping the reference mamaji as she felt someone would hear them.

And then she blushed as she replied softly in a small voice. 'No, she didn't see as I covered them.'

'Hmm' she moaned, 'it was transparent but she wasn't so inquisitive about the way of my dress. That helped.'

Manish formulated the question for the reply. He asked if his wife saw her naked boobs.

And then she smiled naughtily. 'I don't know.'

'Don't force me to answer. Alright, the fourth one.'

What was the fourth one? Manish didn't understand and then he got it. Fourth stage of their ritual, pinching. What about it?

Her moaning breath was making her speak with difficulty. 'It is as painful as it is pleasant.'

Surely the old man asked which stage of their ritual she liked the most. And Sumi replied fourth. He must have asked how she could when it was painful. And then she replied the last sentence. The way they talked Manish understood that romance was in the air. The spark was lit and the fire was becoming wild.

'Recently, yeah.'

Manish was at sea with that. But he noticed how she was blushing with the talk

'I don't know, probably because it is very relaxing. It was not my husband's idea. It was my own. Yeah the cotton rubs and it feels good.' Her voice was getting softer by the minute. Manish understood what the old man was asking. He was asking when she had stopped wearing bras. He was asking very private questions and Sumitra, the naughty, good housewife was answering them without discouraging him.

Manish liked the softer, pliant tone of her voice with her innocent eyes excitedly bulging as she answered her lover's queries.

'Thank you, but you are being modest. They are large and ugly, aren't they?'

Manish easily understood that dadaji was complimenting her breasts while she was shrinking into her modesty. Her boobs were something he too saw for the first time naked and he could easily say that the sight of them was heavenly. With her wonderful figure, they looked great.

Her breath caught as she said, 'yeah, Manish sucked them as a baby. Uunngg, I can't answer that.'

But the way it looked, she wanted to. She shook her head a few times before she said, 'yeah, Anurag sucked them too regularly.'

Manish humped with all the talk happening. His next orgasm was almost there. He knew that his father would have undoubtedly sucked at those delectable udders, but dadaji just wanted to hear her say it.

And then they talked some more which looked ordinary talk not laced with any sexual innuendo. Manish jacked himself as he heard her talk. And then he saw her as though making a decision. Ratan dadaji asked her something and she was considering it. But he could see her getting excited with her perked up breasts and her excited figure.

She slowly asked, 'today, you mean at the resort?'

Manish came as he heard that single word. His powerful jets of come soiled the bedspreads for the second time that day. He clearly understood that he was asking her to meet him at the shaded, secluded area in his field. And Manish could clearly understand that he probably made that area for his sexual purposes only.

But what excited Manish was that she wasn't at all rejecting the idea. It was like she was searching some way to accept it.

'Ok' she said softly even as her breath missed and Manish's heart skipped a beat.

'Oh, Manish. It won't be a problem. I will tell him something or other.'

She listened whatever the old man was saying with intent and with excited and naughty manner. She was just nodding her head. But she furrowed her head, 'but Bholu? At lunch time, is it wise?'

Probably he told her that Bholu will fetch her to him as a means of taking lunch for him. But the fellow himself could do it, taking him lunch, that is.

She giggled, 'god, it will look embarrassing. The fellow watching out for us.'

Manish clearly understood. Dadaji was telling her that Bholu will be like the watchdog while they play in the 'resort'.

'Okay then, I too had a nice time, bye.'

She hung up. But as she bit her bottom lip with a naughty smile, Manish couldn't help but feel that he was going to spend the whole day with a perpetual boner.

One thing that hurt him was that she said she would take care of him. Was she not going to tell him about the secret rendezvous and also what happened in the morning? Manish shortly came to know that he was right. As the day progressed, she didn't disclose the mischief she played in the morning.

After breakfast, he asked her, 'so, what about the last night discussion, mom? Are you not going to do anything?'

She looked at him with a mysterious expression, smiling. She was asking herself how much she should disclose him of her affair.

'I have not thought much about it, honey.'

Manish felt anger and excitement at the same time. Not thought much about it, but done much about it, didn't you? He asked her in his head.

Sumitra wanted to say of the event, but she was ashamed to say it. She didn't want to tell him but she felt she was betraying his trust by being silent. Something made her halt and she deviated the conversation by telling things about the village.

Manish spoke with her regarding her past village memoirs, but slowly went back to his initial talk.

'What about Ratan dadaji, mom? What have you thought about it?'

She sighed and said, 'I don't know if I can speak these things, honey.'

They were sitting in the sofa as he lightly flicked her clothed, bloused nipple as he said, 'Ganga never questions her milkman, mom. She just says.'

The light finger touch of his on her nipple made a twanging feeling in her clit. She looked around and was glad none were around to witness what happened.

'I like him, honey. I really do. He is such a nice person. And yes, if he asks out of me something...'

She paused not able to say the word 'sex'.

'...I will do it.' The thought itself aroused her nipples as Manish saw her composure crumbling under her sensuous feeling. She was looking at her hands shyly as she said that.

'That means if he takes you out and fucks you, you would do it.'

She heard him and with a smile, nodded her head.

'But you wouldn't be the one to start it.'

She looked into his eyes and asked, 'do I look like the one who will start it?'

Oh, yes, my dear mommy slut, you look like one to me, he thought of telling her. After the events he had witnessed in the morning, he knew that there was a lot of lust and fire behind her petticoat than she told him. She had restarted the fire in the morning. But he didn't want to force her to accept the truth. And the way she spoke to him she never denied that she wasn't after the sexy, old man.

But he wanted to see how she was going to let him off her track. How was she going to keep the rendezvous without his knowledge? She was not a good schemer and in that matter, he really pitied her. She would never openly betray him. Her nervousness with him was also probably because she was looking for a way to go to her lover without his knowledge. Sumitra really felt pain in the heart as she started searching a way to go to the 'resort' without telling her Manish. She didn't know what to say.

Manish's pity for her increased. She was finding it difficult to let him out of her escapade. And as he thought more about it, he understood that probably it was better that he let her go and watch her secretively as he did in the morning. She wouldn't be telling all the things even if he waited to listen to her tales. Yes, he wasn't going to be a huddle in her plans.

With great difficulty, she said, 'Manish, there is one thing.'

Manish tried to casual about the conversation as he started fiddling with his electronic tablet.

'What is it, mom?'

'In the afternoon, I need to go into the village to...'

Manish got the hunch, 'mom, if you are telling me to accompany you, I don't think I can, really.'

Her eyes perked up with happiness at this facilitating of her plans.

'You can't?'

'Yes, mom. There is this call with the client, I need to attend. And even if I don't, I will have to go to the nearest town to fetch me some things for the mobile.'

He was looking at the screen of the tablet as he said that.

She smiled happily. 'Oh, Manish! That is really nasty. I was hoping you would come with me.'

'I am sorry, Sumi. But I can't.'

Her whole appearance changed at this discussion.

'Alright then.'

Manish was smiling inwardly as he spoke with concern, 'did I hurt you, mom?'

'Nothing like that, honey.' He wanted to play with her some more.

'Alright, if you want me to come with you, I will.'

She felt trepidation at the change of his heart. She replied, 'it's okay, Manish.'