Sleeping with aunty in a sari

The sight of half stomach and one big rajapuri mangoe revealed would make me mad. Her big breasts, her stomach with the big navel would bulge and sway like that of a belly dancer as she walked around the house doing her daily household work. Her hips would also move up and down sexily as she walked. I noticed that sometimes when it was hot while doing household work, she used to unbutton the last two hooks of her blouse and slip her pallu in front of me to wipe the sweat on her face, hands, cleavage and tummy. She used to wear a little (not much) low cut blouse and I could see her cleavage valley, which was white, heavy, smooth and deep. This used to give me immediate hard-ones. Once during rainy season, her husband was on tour for around one week. It was raining very heavily.

Surekha Aunty asked my mother whether she could send her son (that is me) to sleep at her house daily till her husband returns, as she was afraid sleeping alone in the house. My mother said yes for it. I was overjoyed and waited for the moment of night falling. I had no other knowledge and bad intentions, but only spending time and watching my dream aunty was enough for me. At last the night came and after dinner my mother told me to go to surekha auntie’s house to sleep. My auntie had finished her daily household work and was watching some of her favorite TV serials. At around 11.00 p.m auntie switched off the TV and arranged the bed. She arranged my and her elder sons bed on the floor besides the bed, while she planned to sleep with her younger son on the bed. All the while since I had come to her house, I was just watching her, and her beautiful assets. I had feelings in my mind that how can I touch her body, feel her, move my hands on her long silky belly, put my fingers in her deep velvety navel, at least touch and feel the size of her bablas (breasts). She used to treat me like a child. Hence I knew that even if I touched her she would not mind or care for it.