Bang bang with Aunties

                              Bang bang with Aunties
                                (EROTIC, FANTASY)
(Please send comments and suggestions to kamaraju77@gmail.com)

My Dad's reluctance to my staying in a Hostel was due to his worry that I might fall prey to the lures of drugs and women, since he would have no control over my selection of friends, unlike in school days.

So, he arranged for me to stay with our family friends, Sujata aunty and Raghu uncle. They were our neighbors in Ranchi when Dad worked there for three years, and our families became very close, and we kept in touch. One of their sons was studying in Australia, and the other one was in Karnataka, staying in a hostel.

They were very happy to have me stay with them. Dad insisted on depositing the amount equal to my hostel expenditure. They protested that it was not necessary since I was also like their son, but Dad prevailed upon them.

Life was very smooth for eight months. I was having a very happy time. I would have breakfast, go to college on a bicycle, have lunch in the canteen, play cricket after college, and come back at six in the evening. This was my routine. Both uncle and aunty were working. Sujata aunty was a lecturer in a college. She would leave at 0930 in the morning and would return at 7 pm, and her uncle would come around 0830 pm. Life was quite relaxed,

Sujata aunty was jovial, easy-going, and an excellent cook.

All this changed in one second on that fateful Saturday evening.

I had a rigorous practice session for the next day's cricket league match, I had a good shower and sat down to write my assignment, and then the power went off. I cursed, looked at my luminous dial on my watch, and saw it was 0630 pm.

It was pitch dark. I came into the hall from the bedroom, groping. The hall had a main entrance door and one big window opposite the door, which was always kept closed, since if opened, there would be an uninterrupted view of the neighbour's drawing room and vice versa. There was faint light visible from the neighbour's window, so I opened the window and was paralyzed. My entire body, except my eyes, brain, and my cock seemed to be dead.

The reason for my paralysis was Saroja aunty of the opposite flat.

She was sitting on a sofa that in itself was a non-event. Their drawing room was brilliantly lit, and she was sitting on the sofa sans clothes. Except for bangles, payals, and a mangal sutra, she did not have anything on her body.

If she were just nude, maybe I would have stared for some time and closed the window. But she was sitting on the sofa and with her thighs wide open like a book, she was exploring her smooth, clean-shaven cunt with fingers of one hand, and with the other she was squeezing her breasts. Her eyes were transfixed on a point next to the window, on a TV screen. Obviously, she was watching a porn movie.

She was moaning and playing with her pussy like a guitarist strums his guitar strings.

For a few seconds, I could not understand why she was not reacting to my presence, and I realized that our house was in darkness and she could not see me. I got over my numbness, discarded my shorts and shirt, and started masturbating.

I was matching the speed of my hand to her pace. I was totally absorbed in the act. Saroja aunty’s moans were becoming louder, her hand movements faster, and her coconut-sized tits were jumping and dancing.

Then several things happened at the same time. In fact, close to a microsecond. Power came on, flooded our hall with light, Saroja aunty peeked, and while gushing juices from pussy she was shell-shocked to see me naked and masturbating. I started ejaculating my sperm, splashing on the window curtain and wall, and Sujata aunty opened the door and was standing in the doorway, shocked and rooted to the spot.

I cannot say with certainty which happened earlier and which later. I suspect Sujata aunty must have entered first, and then the power came on.

I would not have sprayed my lava all over the place if I had time; I would have grabbed my shirt or shorts and contained the liquid.

The next few seconds are a blur, like they show in movies where people move in fast-forward mode. Sujata aunty was the first to recover. She closed the main door and put on the latch. Saroja aunty rushed and closed the windows. I pulled on my shorts and rushed to the bathroom, washed myself, and guiltily emerged.

With eyes downcast, I started to clean the curtains where my cum had spilled. Sujata aunty was watching me angrily with her hands on her hips.

When I was about to clean the wall, she curtly told me, "Leave it, you will make a mess.

I will clean". I stepped aside and watched her as she cleaned carefully, letting the cloth absorb rather than scrubbing it. She patiently cleaned it up.

As soon as she stood up, I fell on her feet.

"Please, Aunty, don't tell my dad or uncle, you don't know my dad, he will kill me," I begged her.

"This is the first sin. So, I will forgive you, but no second chance, OK?" She wagged her finger in my face. I happily nodded my head and went to study. Uncle could make out that something was wrong. When he asked aunty, she told him that she had several inspections in the coming days and was tense, and I said that exams were approaching. Though he did not buy it, he did not persist. After dinner, I bid them good night and slept like a baby.

The next morning, when I got ready for my cricket match, she asked me to have breakfast. As I pulled the chair, I asked her where Uncle was. She replied that he went to attend his colleague's marriage. As both of us were having breakfast, she asked me out of the blue,

"Is Saroja the first nude lady you have seen?"

I glanced at her. She was blushing. She had dark circles under her eyes.

"Did you not sleep properly? There are dark circles under your eyes," I asked her.

"Don't change topic. Is Saroja the first nude lady you have seen?" she repeated her question.

"yes....no..." I stammered.

"Who else have you seen?" she asked.

                                   

I did not reply. I was staring at the dining table design. She repeated her question.

I looked at her.

 "You," I told her.

She was shocked. Her face was ashen.

"When?" she whispered.

"Don't worry. Not now. When we were in Ranchi, I was 19 then. I used to peep into the bathroom through a hole in the wall, which I used to cover with a loose brick after seeing you bathing," I told her.

"Impossible. I used to take a bath at noon or in the afternoon, you must be in college. What were you doing at home, peeping into bathrooms? “She said, unbelieving.

"I used to come home for lunch, finish lunch fast, take my position behind the bathroom wall, watch you bathe, and then go to college," I told her, smiling.

Her face was beetroot red.

"What have you seen?" she was breathing heavily, her melon-sized breasts were rising and falling with quickened breathing.

"More than Raghu uncle had seen or can ever hope to see. I have seen you masturbate, clean your pubic hair and armpits with hair remover, and you’re pissing. I still remember, you have a mole the size and shape of a peanut between your left thigh and pussy. On the underside of your right breast, where it joins the rib cage, you have another mole. There are two beautiful dimples above your buttocks. Please don't get angry, but I have even seen you changing sanitary napkins, washing yourself, boy, those days you used to bleed like a stuck pig". I said dreamily.

"Enough". Sujata aunty shouted, "I thought you were a small boy. Now you transformed into a pervert. Get lost. Pack your bags and move to the hostel."

I sighed and got up from the table.

                            

"Problem with you women is, you can't bear listening to certain things, but goad, force us to say it, then jump on us. Please tell my dad a story like you are getting transferred or some such thing, and ask him to shift me to the hostel. Had I remembered to lock the door, this would not have happened. I am really sorry, aunty,” I said and left for the match.

I don't know why, maybe because some load was lifted from my mind, I played with gay abandon. I scored a fluent, chance-less 86, took 2 diving catches, and claimed 2 wickets. Thoroughly satisfying day of cricket.

When I returned, aunty and Uncle were not there. I took a leisurely shower, wrapped a towel, and was about to put on my shorts when the phone rang.

                                  

"Hello," I said.

"Is Sujata at home?" a female voice asked.

"She is not at home. Please tell me your name. I will ask her to call you back," I asked politely.

"It is Saroja," the voice at the other end said calmly. I dropped the receiver. I picked it up again clumsily.

"Sorry, Aunty, about the incident the other day," I blurted.

"I think you deserve to be punished," she laughed.

"Aunty, it is not my fault. If you bring a sage from the Himalayas and put him in my place, he would have done the same thing. Why didn't you close your windows?” I put the ball in her court again.

"I will give you one punishment, then we can forget the whole sordid episode," she told me.

I sighed,” Already I am punished, I have to go to the hostel, anyway, what is it?" I asked her.

 "Open your window," she ordered me. This time, I ensured that the latch for the main door was on, then opened the window. Saroja was standing there smiling, resplendent in a green saree and a matching blouse.

"You have seen me in the nude. Now it is my turn. Take out your towel," she ordered me. I took out the towel. She looked curiously at my limp dick.

 "Do twenty sit-ups," I obeyed and afterwards asked, "Is it finished?"

Saroja shook her head. "Now, you have to masturbate," she told me. I protested that it was humiliating.

"Nothing compared to mine yesterday, I was laid bare like a fish on a slab before Sujata," she told me.

I took my tool in hand and tried to bring it to life. Saroja smiled and said, "Maybe this will help," and took out one breast from her blouse and started fondling it. My dick immediately sprang up, she smiled and coquettishly brought the other tit also, and was cupping them.

"Please show nipples, "I pleaded as I started pumping. She smiled and shifted her hands to underneath her breasts and lifted them as if offering me. As I was pumping furiously, her doorbell chimed.

She put the cordless on the coffee table, hooked her blouse, and opened the door.

 As soon as I saw Sujata aunty in the door frame, I switched off the lights, closed the window, and sat on the floor; my heart was thumping.

What was Sujata aunty doing there? I realized that Saroja did not disconnect the phone and listened to what was going on.

"Watchman told me that your husband is away and will return after two days, so I came," Sujata told.

"Please come in, be seated," Saroja invited her.

There were two minutes of silence.

'Sujata, I am really sorry,..."Saroja was saying.

"Why the hell didn't you close the windows? “Sujata was fuming.

"For us, this is the only window. We can't keep it closed. You have other windows; you could have locked it," Saroja was saying.

"Can you imagine my plight? I couldn't sleep a wink. At a glance, I see you screaming in orgasm and that fellow ejaculating massive loads of cum, I am going crazy." Sujata was accusing.

"Anyway, he is going to the hostel, isn't he? You can stay in peace," blurted out Saroja, and she must have bit her tongue and kicked herself.

"How do you know that?" Sujata asked suspiciously.

"No, I am assuming, after what happened yesterday, anyone will kick him out," Saroja corrected herself.

There was another silence as each was lost in her own thoughts. Saroja sighed.

"Anyway, I hope nothing has changed between us," Saroja asked. Sujata laughed derisively.

"Everything has changed." Then there were sounds of a scuffle, so I opened the window a few inches and looked.  Sujata was hugging Saroja and kissing her. Saroja was feebly trying to push Sujata and slowly succumbed, and her hands also tightened around the waist of Sujata. They were kissing furiously, passionately.

Saroja managed to push Sujata and told her that her clothes would be crumpled, and it was better to get undressed. Saroja helped Sujata in disrobing and took out her clothes, both were now naked as babies, they devoured each other with eyes, then there was a tangle of tits, thighs, pussies in the frenzied melee, I could barely make out each other's faces as they kept vanishing between thighs, tits.

Finally, they managed to reach the divan, and Sujata spread Saroja's legs and buried her face, and was squeezing and pinching Saroja's nipples. Saroja was thrashing as wave after wave of orgasms were shaking her body.

She pushed Sujata's head finally, and took to sucking her pussy. Sujata still didn't want to leave Saroja's pussy. So, they settled down to a 69 position, and after ten minutes, both were satiated.

They were lying, side by side, kissing, sucking each other's juices, tongues, and from all nooks and crevices in their mouths.

Finally, they separated, looked into each other's eyes, and smiled contentedly.

All through, the cordless phone was on, and I could listen and see everything.

"So, why do you send him to a hostel?" Saroja asked, tracing a finger around Sujata's areola.

Sujata sighed." I am afraid of myself. He is my son's age; it feels like incest. I cannot control myself. On that day, I was cleaning his cum off the wall, all the time my thought was that cum belonged in my pussy, not on the wall. Any moment, I might rape him." Sujata was saying.

Saroja laughed. “So, what is the problem?"

"Problem is, today he told me that he used to see me taking a bath, every day when he was in Ranchi." Sujata pushed her tit into Saroja's mouth and was fondly caressing Saroja's head as she was sucking.

"That makes it easier to seduce him, doesn't it?" Saroja asked and resumed sucking.

Sujata sighed. “It is not so simple. I corrupted him. He thinks he was seeing me in the bathroom secretly. He doesn't know that I was playing to the gallery. I used to adjust my bath timings to suit his availability. It became so bad that I used to feel jittery if he was not there to see me take a bath or masturbate. My most erotic moments were when I was cleaning my pubic hair and underarm growth, while he was watching without blinking. I even went to the extent of changing sanitary napkins and cleaning myself in front of him. Even now, whenever I masturbate, I imagine he is seeing me."

I was thunderstruck. Here was my dream queen having fantasies about me.

Saroja shifted to another tit and was sucking thoughtfully.

"Still, I don't understand. What is the problem? Is it a feeling of guilt? “She asked.

Sujata, who was fondling Saroja's breasts absently, said, "His father has put him in our custody. Is it right if I have sex with him, apart from the incest angle?"

"What about your husband? What will be his reaction?" Saroja asked.

"With Raghu, there is no problem. We already swapped partners when in Punjab. We were 10 couples. I was banged by all ten males, and he banged all their wives, so there will be no problem with him." Sujata said, as she slid down and took Saroja's tit and started sucking.

Saroja pulled her breast out of Sujata's mouth. “No, you are hiding something. Out with it. There is some other reason for your reluctance to have sex with him."

Sujata confessed, “When in Ranchi, I had sex with his father many times, and Raghu with his mother, not discreetly either, we had sex on the same bed. Now, does it not make me some kind of mother to him? Is it right to lust for both father and son?"

Saroja laughed, "How silly, when mother-son sex has become so rampant, if you believe the sex stories, you are still queasy about having sex with him? Lead him on and see what happens. Ok"

Reluctantly, Sujata got up, dressed, and gave a final kiss to Saroja and left. As soon as she left, Saroja spoke on the phone.

"Did you see and hear everything?" she asked.

My mind was numb. “Yes," I said.

"You have any compunction about banging her or me?" Saroja asked.

"None. I always wanted to pound her pussy from the day I saw her when I was 10 years old. You tell me, how should I go about it?" I asked her.

"You seduce her. At least she will be spared of guilt,” Saroja told me. I thanked her and disconnected the phone.

I opened the latch, and with an erect tool, I knelt on one knee, holding a flower from the flower vase in a classic proposal pose.

The key turned, the door opened, and Sujata came in, closed the door, turned, and looked at me, and her eyes widened. She burst out laughing.

"Aunty, let us start where we left off. I am tired of masturbating, imagining your tits and pussy, and jerking off on tiles and the floor. I want to come in your velvet pussy, don't say no, " I offered her the flower and pleaded.

She smiled, accepted the flower, and took my head in both hands and kissed. Without wasting a second, I grabbed her, embracing her tightly, forced open her lips with mine, and explored her mouth.

She offered token resistance, then hugged and started to suck my tongue. Her eyes were closed. Slowly, I led her to the bedroom. She shook her head, disengaged from my embrace, went and opened the window, and called out to Saroja.

Saroja came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a napkin. She had not yet put on her clothes after her session with Sujata.

"Saroja, congratulate us, we are crossing the barrier, you want to watch or participate?" Sujata asked her as I was disrobing her.

"I don't want to be a haddi in kebab, but if my watching adds spice to your kebab, then I don't mind having the ring seat to watch the most famous porn show on earth." Saroja settled on the sofa as I saw her on that day, with legs wide open, one hand on her tits and another in her pussy.

I led Sujata aunty to the divan, let her lie on her back, spread her legs, and looked lovingly at the folds and lips. I gently rubbed her mole on her inner thigh next to pussy and kissed it.

"Do you know, Aunty, how many years this mole and mole under your breast tormented me? “I asked her as I started squeezing her breast and lifting it to see the mole closely.

Aunty laughed, "Why, it must be 8 to 10 years. At least you knew what to lust for; I had to imagine everything about you." She was impatiently pulling my head onto her pussy. I spread her lips, looked longingly at the throbbing pink walls, and started licking. She began to moan and started pulling at her nipples. As I teased her clit with my tongue

She shook like a malaria patient, spurted love juices all over my mouth and lips, pushed me, and took my dick in her mouth and straight away started sucking like a hungry calf sucking its mother cow's teat. I was in heaven. I looked and saw Saroja masturbating vigorously, and with the other hand, she gave a victory signal.

After a few more minutes, I could see Aunty’s overflowing pussy was crying out for filling. I withdrew my dick from her mouth, pulled her to the edge of the divan by grabbing her buttocks, spread her lips, and shoved my cock deep into her with one stroke. She gave a gasp and locked her legs behind my back and started raising her hips in counter thrusts.

 I was pounding her with such force, and she was biting her lips to stop from crying out.

The key in the lock turned, and Uncle came in. I stopped, paralyzed. I cursed for not ensuring the latch was on before proposing to aunty. There were a few minutes of silence as Uncle looked leisurely at our naked bodies, where my dick was totally immersed in his wife's pussy and her clenched legs behind my back, and finally at masturbating Saroja. This time, Saroja was not panicking. She continued to play with her pussy and waved to him. Uncle waved back at her and sat in a chair to remove his shoelaces. I was waiting with bated breath, wondering what would happen.

"I am sorry, dear, I am engaged, can you make yourself tea?" Sujata asked him sweetly.

He came over, smiled at her, and kissed her on the lips.

"No problem, darling, carry on, I see you told Saroja about Punjab." he was ogling at the fingers of Saroja as they were moving with lightning speed in her pussy.

"It just slipped out," said Sujata, smiling. Suddenly, Uncle realized that I had stopped moving.

"What are you waiting for? Poor lady, she is waiting," he admonished me. I resumed pounding, wondering if I was dreaming.

As I was ramming her, I asked Sujata Aunty, "Aunty, I have a suggestion. Why can't Saroja aunty come and make tea for uncle?" She immediately called Saroja and asked her to come over. Within seconds, Saroja was in our drawing room, naked and getting pounded by Uncle in doggy style, Uncle's tea conveniently forgotten.

"You know, your aunty always fantasized about you. Many times, I told her to seduce you, but she was reluctant, saying you like her son," told uncle as he completely took out his cock before ramming it in.

Our cocks were glistening with their pussy juices. I smiled at Aunty.

"Thank you, aunty, for both roles of mother and lover," I told her sincerely; her answer was increased force in upward thrusts and clenching my cock with her muscles.

As she was screaming with joy, I filled her pussy with hot lava and collapsed on her. She pushed her tit in my mouth and stroked my head lovingly.

..................As I lay there contented and happy, you know whom I thanked from the depths of my heart. Electricity board, but for their unpredictable power cuts, none of this would have transpired.

Thanks for reading! To read the rest of this story and explore my other stories, please visit the link in my sidebar or at the bottom of the page.

 I love writing these stories for you, and I’m so happy to share my collection of 171 stories here.

To keep the magic going, my stories will have the first parts available here free for everyone. To enjoy the full, uncensored versions, please visit the link in my sidebar or at the bottom of the page.

Supporting a full story costs less than a cup of coffee! Your tips and support drive me to write even more exciting adventures. Thank you for being part of this journey!

My books are available 

My Wife from Free Sex Village

D2D: https://draft2digital.com/book/1963703

📕 Bang Bang Erotic Stories

D2D: https://draft2digital.com/book/3834197

More exclusive stories (free + paid):

👉 https://prraj.stck.me

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Friends, to comply with global internet safety  rules, I have had to remove the video clips from all platforms. My blog was nearly deleted forever, but I saved it!