From the beginning itself I had a soft corner towards her but her behavior her work her respect all made me to have a crush on her. So slowly I starte... to mingle with her at first she was a little shy to talk to me but gradually her shyness vanished. Then only I understood that she was a talkative, continuously talking about something.So one day while talking I asked about her family, then only she said that shocking story that she is a mother of an 10 year old boy and her husband was an. I am a young promiscuous male basically from Kerala(hence my love for aunties).. You can call me john.My parents had a flourishing business so we were practically well off.My parents were workaholics and the firm was their second child.I stayed with my grandmother, her maid rema and rema’s daughter Sheela.Rema and her family had been working with our family for many years, her husband Vijayan was our driver and they practically lived with us.Rema aunty was over 50 and was dark and skinny but. . you didn’t? Work Study ... Junior Clerk. We don’t talk much lately, do we?”“No ... not since I started University ... you withdrew and I formed other relationships. Probably my fault.” I made that universal gesture that says ... continue with your tale.“They barged in the door, flashed badges, hollered ‘Official Government Business’ and kept going.“Head called me ... and I stepped in. They wanted me to go with them ... I said no.”“We’re here for your protection ... you are a minor Abo child. Not exactly," she replied. "But of course I've never been to a slumber party with a girlfriend with a real cock before," she smiled. "What girls usually do is try on clothes, do each other's hair and makeup, gossip and giggle. And talk about boys of course! What do you say we start with hair?" But your hairstyle looks very lovely," I said."Why thank you," she replied with a smile. "But I was actually thinking of you." Me, but I'm a guy!" I argued. My short curly hair would never pass for.