She asked me what was all this … I started crying and begging her dat please dont tell anyone about dis … Plz … After persuading for a hell lot ...f time she finally agreed only after i laced ma arm on her head and sweared that i will never watch such movies again … Time went by and she forgot everything … She became d old loving caring aunty again …1 day after i returned home after playing i was very thirsty … My aunts room is nex to d kitchen … As i passed ba i heard some moans … I saw thru a. She introduced herself to me. She said, “Hello. I am Nikita. I am their mother. I work for a bpo company in aiims. I am married to a man who is less qualified than me. My in-laws never help us”. I found a sense of frustration in her. In the same week, on Sunday, she made chicken which she shared with me. Often on the weekends, she cooked special dishes and used to share with me.I didn’t have any intention to fuck her because I am a decent guy. Now I am gonna share an incident which attracted me. As we talked, I bought her a drink; and she told me about the buying drinks for the girls system, I didn’t care since the bartender discounted my drinks since he liked the Shore Patrol coming into the bar even off duty. Beatrice said the wine that they drank was mostly fizzy water and that it was corked in the back and sold as champagne for the girls. I bought two beers and she drank one as we sat towards the back out of sight and sound of the bartender. Beatrice was Italian, had lived in. To say I was shocked would’ve been an understatement, but I think I recovered reasonably well. I reached around her and pulled her tight to me as I returned the kiss with the same passion. We held the kiss for what seemed a long time before we both came up for air. Wendy stepped back from me and started to pull her shirt over her head when she stopped suddenly. I figured she was having second thoughts about this. Then she swore a little bit and I just looked at her wondering what I had done. I.