Muje sharam jaisa laga apna hath hatadiya.Raste hum dinner leliya teeno keliye and uncle keliye drink liya. Jaise ghar pahunch gaya tho aunty aur mei ...aita tha sofa pe uncle chala gaya kamare pe. Hum dhona baita huva tha aunty tho bilkul nahi sharma rahi thi baat karne lagi vunka swaping experience bata rahi thi and vahi humne baitke dinner kiya uncle ne drink kardiya fir under chaka gaya.. Fir mein aunty sein bola aap bahoot sundar ho.Aunty bahoot sundar tha. Aunty boli teek hein aab kitna. I gently remove the bra and stroked my hand over her chest. I avoided her nipples that were standing out and she squirmed trying to get me to touch them. I stroked around her breast, lifting underneath it and cupping it in my hand. My other hand was in the small of her back, holding her to me. Her head was tipped up and her beautiful green eyes were closed. Her lips were parted slightly as I bent my head down to taste her once more.I placed my mouth over hers. I extended my tongue to brush. Now for the stranger part. I dreamed of finding someone exactly like my mom, in every fashion. I wanted someone with the same body, same attitude, same everything. I idolized my mom from that point on. I began treating her with more respect, and got more respect back. I even improved my schoolwork, hoping to make her even more proud of me. I didn't really understand why I did all this, especially considering that I would probably never see her naked again. And that first view would be ingrained. “Well…erm.. would it be okay if I took off my trousers?”“Sure, you wouldn't want to get oil on them, would you?” I quickly added, “But my bra and knickers are staying on, so be careful with the oil.”I lay face down on the towel and George straddled my calves, ensuring I was comfortable. While he rubbed his hands together to warm the oil, I reached behind and undid my bra but kept it on, squashed against the bed. George’s gentle hands felt so good on my shoulders and neck and he worked up and.