Sindhu The Widow
By Arora

It was born on my Sindhu Auntie's 19th  birthday. Not an amazing fact in itself, but one that would have  interesting repercussions later in life. Firstly, I realized that my aunty,  called Sindhu, was incredibly attractive (5'11" tall, with short reddish  brown hair, a full set of tits and legs that went on, and on, and on.)  Secondly, she and my Uncle fucked like rabbits every night, and when  she fucked, my aunty was loud and proud! Every night, as they fucked in  their room (or the bathroom, or the lounge downstairs), I heard aunty  begging for more, and screaming out her multiple orgasms as I wanted  myself stupid in my room. Then, soon after my 20th birthday, uncle died in  an accident. 

I moved back in with aunty to give her some support. I  became the man around the house. It took a few months to notice that  auntie's crying had turned to moaning. She and uncle had had a very active  sex life, and aunty was obviously missing cock. One day when I was alone  in the house, I went into auntie's room. Rooting around in her drawers,  I found a large envelope. Sitting on her bed, I opened the envelope and  pulled out a pile of Polaroid pictures. The first one was of aunty sat  in the bath, cupping her tits and squeezing her erect nipples. The next  three showed her dressed in sexy undoes, including a black net nylon  bra, and panties. Looking at these pictures of my sexy aunty posing in  those clothes gave me a raging hard on, but the rest of the pictures were  even better! The next one had aunty lying on the bed, still in the  Cream bra and light blue panty and my uncle in underwear only. 

But hang on,  I thought, who was taking these pictures? The last 6 pictures told the  story. They showed another couple and my uncle and aunty in a whole  range of porno poses. My uncle fucking a well built blonde from behind,  who was licking out my aunty; aunty getting a sandwich fuck from uncle  and the other man. It was then that I decided that one way or another, I  was going to fuck my Sindhu aunty, but how? I decided to go for the  slow approach, rather than blunder in and probable screw it all up. I'd  spent the last 18 months working on a building site, and always  considered myself to be in pretty good shape, so I started to walk round the  house without a shirt on. I soon noticed aunty casting furtive glances at  my body. Upping my seduction techniques, I started to 'accidentally'  brush past aunty a lot, letting my fingers touch her hips, or ass, and  once even her breast. I knew this was turning her on as I saw her nipple  straining through her blouse. It was now time for the culmination of my  plan to get my aunty into bed. My approaching birthday was my 21st, and  it was on the same day as auntie’s 40th. "Have you made any plans for  your birthday Sindhu aunty?" I asked, knowing she hadn't. "No, no, I  hadn't really..." she replied.”OK, how about I take you out so we can  celebrate our birthdays together." aunty squealed with excitement and  rushed over to kiss me on the cheek.

 At the last moment I turned my head and  our lips met. I quickly wrapped my arms around her to hold her  wonderful body against mine, and to prolong the kiss. She looked shocked, and  pushed herself away, before regaining her composure.  "Whoa, easy tiger! Are you not getting enough from your girl friend?”  As she said this, she ran a finger down my chest, resting her fingernail  on my belt buckle for a second. "Oh yes" I replied, "But I've always  got some spare for a beautiful woman like you". She looked at me  curiously, and then moved away. "How about we make this a special event Sindhu  aunty, and we buy each other clothes to wear on the evening?" "Oh  great" she replied, "I've seen just the shirt to buy you!" Yeah, I thought  to myself; just wait till you see what I'm going to buy for you. In the  two weeks leading up to our birthdays, my girl friend and I had lots of  loud sex that always included fantasies about incest with aunty and,  since it was high summer, I paraded around the house in short shorts  ensuring aunty saw me. She too had started wearing thin nightie’s around  the house, and I regularly got flashes of thigh or nipple. Three days  before I turned 21, and Sindhu aunty reached 40, our plan sprang into  action. On the morning of our birthdays, after Sindhu aunty and I had  opened all our cards, aunty gave me another parcel to open. "It's your shirt  to wear tonight," she said. "Now, where is my dress?" Looking aunty in  the eye, I explained that I hadn't actually said I was going to buy her  a dress, but her parcel was on the settee. Her slightly puzzled look  turned into a squeal of delight, and she ran into the lounge. I heard  paper tearing...and then silence. 

Then, she re appeared, carrying a midi  and top set. "These - are for me?" she asked. "Oh yes" I replied, "On  your fantastic body they'll look great". "But who will see them?" aunty  asked. "I intend to" I said, smiling innocently. With that I jumped up,  gave aunty a hard kiss on the lips, squeezed her ass cheeks briefly,  and went out. That evening, after spending the day with friends, I went  back home to pick up aunty for our 'date'. As she walked down the  stairs, I had to stop myself from dragging her back upstairs there and then!  She was wearing the dress that I had given her, with thin shoulder  straps and low cut over her full breasts, and showed quite a bit of  cleavage. Not too much to appear slutty, but enough to warrant a second and  even a third look. The dress hugged her figure down to her hips, where it  flared out in pleats. On a woman with legs as long as my aunty, it was  definitely classed as a mini dress. "Well, how do I look?" she asked,  doing a little twirl as she spoke. This caused the hem of her dress to  rise up, giving me just the slightest glimpse of bare thigh. "My God, if  you weren't my aunty..." I replied. Sindhu smiled. "Let's pretend I'm  not your aunty for the evening then. How about that?" "Fine with me" I  replied, and grabbed her round the waist, pulling her to me and kissing  her hard, worming my tongue into her mouth. Almost immediately, she  kissed me back, thrusting her tongue against mine. 

My hands almost  automatically went to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them and feeling the  outline of the small dark red panties I had bought her. She rubbed her  crotch against my rapidly growing erection, and she moaned into my mouth.  She broke off our kiss, dropping one hand down to gently rub my rock  hard dick through my trousers.  "OK, this is the rule. Whatever happens tonight is just happening  tonight, never again." "Suppose you enjoy it?" I suggested, rubbing my hands  lightly over her hips. "Suppose I fuck you so well, and you enjoy it so  much, you beg me to fuck you again, and to involve you in a threesome  with my girl friend?" I swear my aunty had a little orgasm when I said  that. She was breathing hard, her nipples almost burst through her black  bra and the silk dress she was wearing, and I could smell her pussy.  "Oh well, once a slut always a slut, that's what your uncle used to say  about me! Come on, let's have dinner." Sindhu and I sat close together,  and she brazenly rubbed my cock through my trousers as I teased her by  running my fingers up and down the soft skin of her thigh above her  top, and just grazing the material of her panties, but purposely not  touching her cunt. About half way home, she suddenly rammed my hand up her  skirt and started to kiss my neck and face passionately. Her movements  made her short skirt ride up over her hips although the food wonderful,  I hardly knew what I ate. Purely because Sindhu spent the whole meal  turning me on, either by sucking on her breadstick, or leaning forward  over the table and displaying her ample cleavage to me, or adjusting her  top in full view.

 When I ‘m about to finish my meal, Sindhu aunty  excused herself and went off to the bathroom. She was gone almost 10  minutes, and when she returned, I could see her nipples were rock hard.  "What have you been doing?" I asked with a grin. "Oh vinu, I'm sorry  but I am so horny I had to have a wink in the toilet! I am desperate for  you!" "Well," I replied "I hate to keep a lady waiting." As I finished  the dinner, with Ruth standing behind me massaging my ass through my  trousers. She turned round, bent over and flipped the hem of her short  skirt up. The red panties I had bought her had vanished up the crack of  her wonderful ass. As soon as we got the dining room door shut my Sindhu  aunty and I kissed, our tongues darting into each other's mouths.  Sindhu broke the kiss first, and started to unbutton my shirt. As she pulled  it off, she said "If we are going to do this properly, let's go to bed  now!" With that she turned and headed up the stairs. I made a point of  waiting a few seconds before following her so I could see up her short  skirt. It was worth the wait. Her panties had vanished up her behind  and both her cheeks swayed as she climbed the stairs. I walked into my  auntie's bedroom and shut the door behind me. Sindhu stood there,  breathing hard, her nipples poking through her dress. "Turn round" I ordered.  She now faced a full-length mirror. I stood behind her, and pulled the  top of her dress off her shoulders. Looking over her shoulder, I gazed  at the reflection of my aunty in the mirror, wearing just the black bra  and short skirt I had bought her. She was leaning back against me, one  arm against her side, the other rubbing up and down my thigh.

 Her  breast strained against the confines of her black bra, the nipples visible  through the thin material. I unhooked her black bra, and her tits sagged  slightly. I cupped them with my hands, enjoying the feel of her soft  skin, and flicking my thumbs over her hard nipples. Sindhu gasped,  arching her back as if to fill my hands even more. I let my hands wonder down  over her ribs, her stomach, down to her groin. Slowly I pull the hook  of her short skirt and it fell down revealing her red panties. I could  feel the heat of her cunt as I traced a finger over her red panties. I  rubbed my erect prick up and down between the valleys of her ass cheeks  and gently bit her earlobe as I whispered "Watch me, watch me as I  finger fuck you." Sindhu let out a sob as my finger wormed its way under  the wet elastic of her red panties. "My God, you're wet!" I exclaimed as  I stuck a finger in her. "Wet and hot" Sindhu groaned, humping her hips  up to meet my finger. Her hands scrabbled behind her, reaching for the  zip on my uncomfortably tight trousers. She screamed as I stuck a  second finger up her sopping wet cunt. My thumb found the nub of her  clitoris and I rubbed it gently. I swear if I hadn't been supporting her, she  would have collapsed on the floor. "Oh my God vinu, I'm Cumming! You’re  making me cum!! Look at me; I'm Cumming on your hand!!" Indeed she was.  My hand was drenched to the wrist in her juices, and with my other hand  I twisted her nipples. Sindhu managed to get my prick out of my  trousers and wanted me as she watched herself in the mirror being finger  fucked by me. Although it felt (and looked) fabulous, I told aunty to stop  winking me or I was going to cum. She laughed, reluctantly took my  fingers out of her cunt, and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Now it's  your turn.

 Watch your aunty gives you the best blow job of your young  life." Pausing only to pull my trousers and pants down, she licked the  drops of pre cum off my dick. Then, looking up at me, she opened her  mouth and engulfed my cock. She was right. It was the best blowjob I had  ever had. I felt her tongue run along the sensitive underside of my  cock, whilst she cupped my aching balls with her hand. I looked in the  mirror and saw the wonderful sight of my aunty, dressed only in red panties  and sucking me off. As I watched, I saw Sindhu slide one hand between  her own thighs and, pushing the sodden material of her red panties to  one side, start to finger fuck herself. That was it. I felt myself start  to cum. "Oh God. Don't stop, I'm going to cum" I shouted. "Yes, yes,  cum in your aunties mouth. Oh I want your spunk so much!" With that, I  came, sending ribbons of hot spunk shooting into my auntie’s receptive  mouth. Some she swallowed, and then, with a delicious grin, she opened  her mouth and let the rest dribble over her lips and down onto her full  tits. I fell back onto the bed. Sindhu stood up and rubbed the spunk  into her tits. "End of round one. Here comes round two", she laughed. With  that, she wiggled out of her sopping wet red panties and threw them on  the floor. Seeing her naked, with her reddish brown cunt hair matted  with her own juices quickly gave me another hard on. "I know this is  wrong, but if I don't get some of your cock, I'm going to explode. Get  ready to fuck your aunty!" Sindhu crawled up the bed, pausing only to plant  a swift kiss on the head of my prick. 

She straddled my crotch, grabbing  my prick and rubbing the head up and down the exposed lips of her cunt.  "Do you want me vinu? Do you want to fuck your aunty? Tell me, do you?"  "Yes!" I shouted, "Sit on my dick and let me fuck you till I fill your  cunt with my cum. I want to fuck you now snide aunty!" As I said that  she lowered herself onto my dick. The feeling was amazing. Her cunt was  tight and red hot, and yet so wet that I slid into her easily. Sindhu  shut her eyes and shuddered with delight as she bobbed up and down on my  prick. I reached up and cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her  nipples. I let her do all the work for a minute or so and just lay there  enjoying the view and the fantastic feeling her cunt was giving me. Then I  reached up, grabbing her by the back of the neck and bringing her down  to lay on me. We kissed wetly as I began to hump my hips up and down,  fucking her as hard as I could.

 I slid my hands down onto her ass  cheeks, feeling the muscles taut under the skin. "Oh God yes, fuck me lover",  Sindhu screamed. "Fuck your aunty hard. I know you want to, I've heard  you and your girl friend talking about it as you fucked each other. I  wanted to come in and join you both, and now I wish I had...Oh God, I'm  Cumming again...yes...yes...fuck melee!" I stopped my hard thrusts,  instead just sliding the head of my cock in and out of her cunt. When  Sindhu recovered, I slapped her on the ass and told her to roll off. "I'm  going to fuck you from behind and fill your cunt with my cum now." My  aunty positioned herself on the bed, with that wonderful ass sticking up  into the air. Her lips of her cunt were red and glistening. As I knelt  behind her, she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her  pussy. "Oh yes, do it now, doggy fuck me, quickly. Stick your big hard  cock into your auntie’s cunt." More than happy to oblige, I thrust into  her, making her groan. As I pumped her, I ran my hands up and down her  long legs, before sliding one hand round to rub her clit. 

My aunty  screamed out again as her forth orgasm of the night shot through her. "Look  at the mirror", I told her. Groaning with pleasure, my aunty looked. It  was an impressive sight. She was kneeling on the bed; her hands  grabbing the pillows, her hair messed up and matted with sweat. Her naked  breasts, the nipples engorged, swung as we fucked. And there was me, her  son, kneeling between her spread legs, pausing so she could see my prick,  wet with her juices. Grabbing hold of her hips, I began to thrust hard  into her. Our bodies made a wet, slapping sound as we fucked, and I  could feel the familiar feeling of my own orgasm approaching. I gripped  her hips harder, speeding up my thrusts.  "I'm Cumming", I hissed through gritted teeth. "Yes, cum in my cunt  vinukuttaaa... Fill me up with your cum. Give it to me now!" With one  final thrust, I came, sending my spunk deep into my aunties waiting pussy.  Her head was deep in the pillows, but I still heard her cries as she  orgasmed as I filled her up. Breathing heavily, I collapsed on the bed  beside my aunty.

 I watched as my sperm trickled out of her cunt and began  to soak into her sheets. She rolled over, and grabbed my now flaccid  prick. "You remember when I said whatever happened tonight was a once  off? Well, I've changed my mind. I want to be fucked like that as often as  you can manage it." Any ladies residing in Kerala who starves sex can  mail me for safe sex at vinupk@hotmail.com, vinuupk@rediffmail.com