The incident which I’m going to narrate happened in the first year of college life. Fours years back.It is all about me and my aunt.About the heroin... of the story. She is sarala(name changed).aged 40 of now. She s average height and weight. Her structure is 36-32-34. So her centre of attraction is her boobs. Story->On a fine Sunday, when my parents have went to a function, I was alone at my home. I heard a bell ring. I opened the door. There comes the beauty aunt. She was coming after a long. I wish I could be as docile as you are."Lila sipped at her coffee, "It is easier, perhaps, when you know your destiny."When Manu arrived Lila explained what Aisha was doing there. The two lovers sat at the table drinking coffee while Aisha knelt as far from them as the room allowed; she asked permission to turn her back on them, despite the disrespect this represented, so that she would not see what they were doing, trying to give them the most privacy."I want you to do something for me," Lila. This happened a few days ago, my dad visited me and my mom from US. Since he is around we could not make out and we were missing each other. Days passed but I could not find a way to fuck her so I was getting frustrated and want her at any cost and my dad surprised us in their wedding anniversary by telling us that he is going to take her with him when he returns this lead me to shock. On that day I was watching TV till late and I saw mom coming out in loose saree with her hips exposed It gave. He was making all the decisions, and while I desired to have that control taken from me, the reality of being forced to wait for his touch, to not be able to quench the burning passion that was rolling its way through my loins was enough to make me want to scream. I grunted slightly, something between the sound of a moan and a very frustrated, very unladylike grunt. I tried to inch my way forward, but he refused to allow me to get any closer to him, his body actually moving back a fraction of.