Misc. Erotica Nisha and Her Mother

Another fantasy where I have sex with a mother and her daughter. All characters are 18 years or older. Graphic descriptions of sex and panty fetish.

"Hi, uncle!" Nisha beamed at me as she parked her scooter and got off it. I made it appear like I had just run into her by accident, but that was not the case. I had seen her driving in, returning from her work, and I had rushed downstairs and caught her just in time.

"Hi, Nisha! How was work today?" I asked.

"Oh, just the same uncle, " she said, and bent down to gather her things from her scooter.

As usual, she was wearing a form-fitting salwar-kameez. The bottom clung tightly to her long legs, hugging her beautiful calves and thighs. And as she bent further down, the slit at the sides of the top of her dress parted and my eyes followed the line of her legs up her fantastic, thick, tight thighs. The material of her bottom was very sheer and I could make out the panties she was wearing. Today it was the light colored one with a dark blue band at her edges. Not to worry, I said to myself, I would see it in all its glory tomorrow morning as she hung them out to dry.

Nisha was not what you would call sexy. She did not have a knockout figure. She was a normal looking girl, but her fairness contributed to her beauty. She was on the shorter side, and was built thick. She did not have an hour-glass figure, that was for sure. But she had a fucking fantastic ass that called out to me. I wanted to grab her from behind, part her thick ass-cheeks and feast on her hairy asshole and cunt. And fuck her hard and make her cum and make me spurt all over her ass. Fuck!

She straightened and pushed her hair back with a flip of her head, and the front of her body was exposed. Like most young women these days, she did not use a dupatta (the piece of cloth that was usually worn to cover a woman's breasts). Her tits were firm. Her matching bra was tight against her body and the bands were visible through the material of her dress and highlighted the shape of her beautiful, tennis-ball sized breasts.

Our whole interaction lasted perhaps only ten seconds, but to me it was worth it. I was not sure if she caught me ogling her, but as I wrenched my eyes away from her tits and met hers, there was a sly smile on her face.

She was still smiling as she said, "See you later, uncle," and turned and walked away.

I followed her every move. I swallowed as I saw her swaying ass cheeks bobbing up and down with her walk. She had not bothered to pull out the wedgie her tight dress made on her ass and her two globes were perfectly highlighted. Perhaps she put on a show for me? I couldn't say for sure, but I burned these images into my mind.

Our temporary rented house was a small one. We occupied the first floor and the home owners (our landlord and landlady) lived downstairs. They were both school teachers, a few years younger than us. We all got along well with them.

The lady's name was Rani and she called me 'anna' (elder brother), and my wife 'akka' (elder brother) She was pretty reserved initially, but quickly grew comfortable in our midst. I had ample opportunity to observe her and I liked what I saw. She was in good physical shape unlike most of the women of her age. I saw as she went out on regular walks with her friends, as she worked in her garden and as she went about her business while at home. She wore a nightie at home and I could sense her thick body beneath it when I was close to her. Her bra was clearly outlined against her back. But try as I might, I could not see her panty line as she wore a petticoat under her gown. But she provided generous views of her cleavage and shapely calves. She reminded me of my wife when she was that age. I naturally imagined how she and her husband having sex. Her thick thighs parting as she received his thrusts, him massaging her hairy crotch and big ass, she moaning and goading him to fuck her hard.

Their married daughter, Nisha, lived with them as her husband was on deputation in Dubai for a short while. She was a fair and natural beauty. She never wore any makeup, as far as I could tell. She had a glowing complexion and her skin was milky smooth and her arms were well toned. She wore tight clothes which gave out an impression that she was thick and filled out her clothes. But her ass was fabulous and her stomach flat. This was surprising given the fact that she was a mother of a four-year old girl. Needless to say, I ogled her at each and every opportunity. I yearned to be near her, and I often went down to chat her up as she played with her kid in the yard or in the garden or backyard. Like her mother, she wore a loose nightie while at home and this was a godsend. I could see clearly down the front and feast my eyes on her deep cleavage and soft tops of her tits, and some days they jiggled and bobbed as she came out without wearing her bra. Her dress was always tight around her ass, and her ass crack and panty line were clearly visible and it drove me wild.

Over the course of thirty years of being married, I have had extra-marital sex exactly ten times, each time with a different woman. I never had affairs. All sex outside marriage was either with consenting adult women or young whores. Other than these, I had the six handjobs and blowjobs at massage parlors in Hong Kong, Malaysia and Tokyo with young girls. It had been quite a while, almost a year and a half, since I had any such dalliances outside my marriage and I had a real good feeling that the period of drought was going to come to an end, and that it would definitely be either with Rani or Nisha.

I was excited at the prospect. I started fantasizing about fucking them. I made up scenarios where we'd have sex. First it was with each of them individually, and then they morphed into crazy situations where I'd screw both of them together. It was fucking great!

I wondered if either of them thought and fantasized about me. I was older than Rani's husband by many years but I was in better shape physically than he. I was fit and muscled in the right places. I helped them out in their garden and around the house wearing just my sleeveless vest and shorts that exposed my thick hairy thighs, my muscled stomach, slim waist and my well toned arms. I worked on our car in full view of them. I made certain they saw me working out, doing yoga and jogging, just to let them know I was serious about my mind and body. I was aware that each of them had lots of occasions to observe me closely. I was vain that way.

My wife was surprised at me, at how eager I was, and how frequently I wanted to fuck. The images of the other two women were playing in my mind as my wife gave me handjobs, blowjobs and allowed me to fuck her in all positions.

Nisha and Rani usually took a bath early in the AM regardless of what day it was. And like some women, it was their habit to wash and hang their clothes out to dry as soon as they'd finished with their bath. I realized this one morning as I was in our bathroom and looked out the small window. I could see their clothesline.

Here I must confess that I have a deep panty fetish. My fantasies usually revolve around panty covered asses, gussets and ass cracks, wedgie, visible panty lines, bra straps and tits. I try to picture the undergarments, especially the panties, of the women and girls I come across during the day. Sometimes the girls' panty lines are so prominent that it leaves nothing to my imagination. My work as a consultant took me to many swank multinational companies' offices. I have spent countless hours ogling the women of all ages, types and sizes, looking at their tight asses in their skirts and pants, imagining the panties they wore, how it went between their thighs, squished into a thin line and I pictured the front of the underwear plump and pressed against their crotches. Oh how I wished I could sniff and smell every girl's panties! I feasted my eyes on shirts and blouses, trying to make out their bra straps and the size and shape of their tits. Fuck, it was so good!

Now, my cock jumped to attention as my eyes landed on Nisha's and Rani's bras and panties. Fuck, they were so close, hanging there just for me to enjoy. I could clearly make out the folds on the gusset where the panties pressed against their pussies. I slowly stroked my dick as I imagined them wearing these. Rani in her customary Indian sari, but underneath all those layers of cloth, a simple white cotton panty, tight against the wide expanse of her ass cheeks, the front being packed and forming a camel toe as her pussy lips jutted out. Nisha likewise but in different colored, mismatched bra and panties under her salwar-kameez. I closed my eyes and pictured a small wedgie running up her cotton panty covered ass crack. Fuck! Over the days it became my routine, looking out the window at their bra and panties. I almost had a complete inventory of their undergarments. I masturbated a lot, just looking at their panties. If I missed jerking-off during the day, I would make up for it in the afternoon as their panties gently swayed on the line, all dry and ready to be worn again.

One afternoon I was working in the backyard having volunteered to clean up brushes and stones to set up a small vegetable garden for Rani. It was blistering hot and humid in the shade and I was sweating profusely through my sleeveless vest. But I liked the hard work and the exercise it provided. Then suddenly I felt like I was being watched. I quickly lifted my head and from the corner of my eye I caught what I thought was a flash of red from one of the windows. I may have been mistaken, and it could have been just a reflection, but something made me think it was real. Someone was watching me. I acted normally and went about my work. I made sure I was exposing my muscled arms and thighs and by now my sweaty, hairy chest and back. I was correct. There was someone watching me. I just could not make out who it was. I saw the figure in red on many occasions, just standing there silently and peeping at me. Man, Nisha was ogling me secretly! Damn!

I knew it! The quiet ones were the horniest. She was ogling me from her room. How cool was that? I knew what I was going to do next. I would approach her and talk to her. Make sure she knows I am interested in her and then see what develops.

As I walked back after cleaning up, something did not seem right. Nisha's scooter was not parked at the usual spot. Which meant she was not at home. How could that be? Then who was it that was peeping at me through the window? Just then Nisha's mother, Rani, walked out of the house and started talking to my wife. Rani was wearing a red sari! In a flash the realization struck me that it was Rani who was ogling me!

My wife did not pay me any heed as she was looking at something on the ground, but Rani gave me a quick glance and looked away. I did not let go. I stared at her, and she must have felt it and she turned towards me. Our eyes locked for just about five seconds, but it was enough. My stare and expression conveyed to her that I knew what she had done. Her face reddened and she blushed suddenly and quickly turned away and pretended to talk to my wife. I slowed my pace and continued to look at her face. I acted like I was brushing the dust off of my car, but she knew what I was doing. I ogled her and she could not do anything about it. She was aware of what I was doing. She adjusted her sari and blouse and posture but I could see she was embarrassed and shy. And when she could no longer hold back, she lifted her head and looked at me. I smiled at her, and she responded shyly with a smile of her own. She was still blushing as she and my wife walked back into the house.

That night there was some sort of parade or procession coming through the street. It was close to the festival season and this sort of celebration was almost a daily occurrence. This time around Rani and her husband joined my wife and me on the terrace to watch the parade. Rani was pointing and explaining something. Soon her husband got bored and walked away to watch a cricket match on TV, and I moved closer to Rani. It was dark on the terrace and my wife, who was standing on the other side of Rani, could not see what I was doing. With my body still a bit away from Rani, I moved my hand and touched hers with my little finger. She paused, but only for a slightest of moments as she realized what I was doing, but continued talking animatedly with my wife. I moved my hand close to hers and covered it with mine and squeezed. She did not react or respond, but continued as if nothing had happened. Her hand was cold, and I was sure she felt the warmth from my hand. I felt the thrill of doing something that was taboo, and electricity coursed through my arm and body. I was certain she felt it too, but she did not show it.

The parade passed our house after a few minutes, and she snatched her hands from under mine as the three of us turned to go back. She and my wife were still talking about the procession as I followed them. I reached out and lay my hand on the exposed part of her hip, between her blouse and sari, and squeezed. I could feel the soft roll of baby fat, and then the firm muscle of her hip. She froze but just for a moment, and quickly stepped away from my grasp. My wife was unaware of what was going on.

That night I fantasized about Rani as I made love to my wife. I held her head down on my cock and imagined it was Rani who was licking the sides of my hard dick with her cool tongue, her spit drooling from her mouth onto my cock and belly. As I entered my wife's pussy, I thought about how it would be to enter Rani's. I tried hard not to yell out Rani's name as I rammed and pummeled my wife. It was Rani's nipples that I sucked and bit and squeezed. Rani had her legs wrapped around me, her thick thighs rubbing against mine as we fucked long and hard. Rani's cunt walls held and released my thick penis as it erupted inside her and released its load of my cum. I so badly wanted to fuck Rani.

It was difficult for us to be alone at any time of the day because of people coming and going to and from the house - neighbors, vendors of all kinds, salespersons, cable guys, people walking on the road peeping into the house, kids from next door and the like. I tried to approach Rani the next day but she looked at me sharply, as though warning me, and I realized she had some visitors. So we just spent the next few days playing it safe. We had many occasions to look at each other when we locked eyes. She almost always broke our staring contest with a shy smile. I had played this game many times before and I knew that it would just be a matter of time before we slept together.

One mid-morning I was fixing a table upstairs when I heard someone approaching and I turned and saw Seetah standing in the well of the staircase. She folded her hands in front and stared at me, saying nothing. I understood.

I walked up to her and she stepped back, put her hands behind her and pressed against the wall. I could see she was nervous as I put my hands on her shoulders. She cringed and turned away for a few seconds and then turned back towards me and I sensed a sly, naughty smile on her face. I then moved in close to her, and as I reached out to hug her, she brought her hands from behind her and I locked her in a tight embrace.

It was electric and exhilarating. I could feel her body shiver and tighten with every move she made. Our bodies were rising and falling in sync with each other. I could feel her body heat through her dress. I guess we held our breath initially, so when we pulled apart, we were breathless and gasping.

"I...I...we...don't have much time...," she started to say.

I bent forward and kissed her quickly. I opened my mouth. Her tongue immediately darted in and our tongues touched. She then opened her mouth wide and I was able to taste her spit and her sweetness. I couldn't get enough. I kept licking her tongue. After a while we pulled apart.

She put her hands on my chest trying to push me away but I went closer and ran my hands all over her back rapidly. I felt her bra straps beneath her blouse. I moved my hands lower, lower past her exposed back and brought them down over her buttocks and pulled her to me. I could feel the firmness of her ass cheeks through the multiple layers of her saree and petticoat. We were still kissing as I ran my fingers over her ass and felt the line of her panties. I pressed my hardness against her.

"Uff," she said in a whisper. I moved back and pulled the pallu of her saree and uncovered her tits. Her blouse was tight and her bra was clearly outlined as it hugged and pushed her breasts outward. I saw her deep, deep cleavage and I plunged my head into her chest and inhaled her scent - light sandalwood and jasmine mixed with a hint of her sweat. It was intoxicating and my dick strained even harder against her hip. I felt the supple firmness and warmth of her breasts. Her chest was rising and falling as I sought her nipples with my mouth. I found one, thick and swollen, straining against her bra and blouse, and I sucked on it through her clothes.

"Aiyoh," she whispered. And as I went for her other nipple, she hurriedly put her hand on the buttons of her blouse and unsnapped them by pulling on each flap with one quick action. She then reached quickly behind her and unfastened her bra, and her tits literally flowed out, with the nipple swollen and solid and trembling. She offered a tit to me like she'd give it to a baby, and I sucked on it and slathered my saliva on her whole boob.

My hands were still playing with her ass cheeks, digging into the firm flesh. She put her hand between us and felt my hard penis. I moved back a bit and in a flash her hands were at the waistband of my shorts and she was pushing them down. My underwear came down along with it and as we both looked down my thick, black, veiny cock sprang upwards and jutted out at an angle from my shaved crotch like an erect flagpole. The foreskin was already drawn back and my purple mushroom head was pulsating gloriously, its skin shiny and smooth. I could smell the erotic scent of sex emanating from my cock and I was sure so could she.

"Aiyoh, amma," she whispered, and reached out with one had and fisted my cock. Her other arm went around my waist and she held on for support as she started stroking my swollen member. I was in a trance as her fist went back and forth, rapidly, on my swollen stub, the skin gliding smoothly over the hard muscle underneath. We could hear the 'squish-squish' sound her hand made as it slid over my cock clearly over the sounds from the street and the neighborhood. She looked at me, entranced, as I pulled away from her and pushed my shorts and underwear down and stepped out of them. Then, in one motion I raised and removed my T-shirt.

There I was, completely naked, in front of her with my cock, throbbing, jerking, ready and raised for action.

She then resumed stroking my cock. So there we were, two mature adults, in the stairwell of her house on a Tuesday morning, pleasuring each other with our hands and fingers as the world passed us by on the outside.

"Put it in your mouth, Rani," I whispered, already anticipating her refusal. But she surprised me by kneeling down on the hard cold floor! She knelt and fisted my cock, and opened her mouth. She locked her eyes with mine and I saw her make an 'O' of her mouth and put her lips on the thick head of my cock! Then she very slowly pushed her head towards my body and swallowed my cock, inch by inch. Motherfucker! I didn't expect things to go this far so quickly, but here she was, giving me a blow job. Fantastic! I felt the coolness of her spit on my dick as her head flew up and down the length of my shaft. I held her head steady after a while and thrust my cock into her face, mouth-fucking her. I grunted as my dick went in and out of her mouth and she was moaning in response, her hands digging into my ass, holding on for support.

I must have thrust into her about fifty times when she pressed her fist to my thighs, and I stopped and pulled my penis out of her mouth. It came out with a soft 'plop' sound and left a trail of saliva from the tip of my cock to her mouth. She looked up at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

As she rose, she grabbed the hem of her sari with both hands and raised it and her petticoat in one quick motion to her waist, and then put her hand underneath the layers of cloth, inserted her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled it down and stepped out. She still had her dress bunched at her waist as she straightened and I could see her magnificent, shapely calves and her solid, thick, fair marbled thighs.

"Anna , do it, come, quickly..quickly!" she gasped and turned away. She looked down for a place to sit, but I grabbed her and plonked her at the top stair, and I quickly got down a few steps, parted her thighs and jumped in between them. She raised her torso and pulled her dress up and away. She spread her thighs and exposed her crotch and gave herself to me.

I was aware of her eyes on mine as I gaped at her cunt. It was hairy but I could clearly see her dark cunt lips making a thick, long swollen line. I could see she was creaming nicely from her hole. Her juices glistened even in the darkness of the stairwell.

I looked up to see her eyes locked on mine. "Oh Rani, I am going to fuck you!" I whispered.

"Yes. Yes, anna. Fuck me. Come put it inside me. Now! I have been waiting for....aaahhhhh..wait....slooooww!" I did not let her finish. I just plunged into her. The head of my cock hit her cunt, but not in the right place. I repositioned myself a bit and pushed down again and this time my cock slid smoothly into her hole.

"Ooohhhh! Aaaaahhhh! Niiiice.... Niiiiiiiiiice!" she hissed.

"Oh Rani, your so wet... and warm... fuck..love it!" I softly screamed as the walls of her cunt embraced all of my cock, smothering it in her cunt juices, warming the entire length of it.

I plunged into her repeatedly, fast and furious. I was waiting to fuck this woman and I now I had her under me and I wanted to satify my lust. I thrashed into her with short, hard, fast thrusts for a long time. I had my palms flat on the floor and my feet planted on the steps and I pushed and pulled from her cunt, and slammed my torso hard into her. My cock felt long and solid like a piece of sleek marble, and I rammed into her with thrusts that were each harder than the previous one. I showed her no mercy. I wanted to reach my climax as soon as I could. I just had a feeling that it would be awesome.

Rani has her hands crossed behind my neck. She had to reach up to do it so her back was raised off of the floor. And she gasped and grunted as she received my pummelling. "Aiyoh, ahan, ahan, aha, yes, anna, anna, yes, fuck, ah, ahan, ahan, ahan....fuck....aiyoh,, nice.,,nice..yeah?...you...like...it..anna...aiyoh, appa, appa, amma!!"

She let go of my neck and fell hard on the floor, She ran her palms up and down my arms. She squeezed my muscles. I was sweating furiously by now. Drops of sweat poured from my body and fell on her. She opened her mouth to receive them as they dropped from my hair and face.

She was surprised as I pulled out of her. "What.. wha...," she gasped as I reached down and pulled her up. I turned her around and pushed her dress up and bent her forward. I feasted my eyes on her beautiful ass. Her ass-crack was dark, her ass-cheeks were red from being pressed onto the floor. But the sight was fantastic and erotic! I held each of her cheeks with my palms and parted them. What a beautiful fucking sight! I loved a woman's asshole. Rani's was dark, very dark. The puckered hole was hairless and very, very black compared to her fair skin. Some of the juices from her cunt had trickled down to her asshole while we fucked and I could see some drops on the hole.

Involuntarily I held my thick cock in my hand and placed it on her exposed asshole and pressed.

"Aiyoh...no...no..no..anna...noooo!" she screamed softly.

I bucked a bit lower and placed my dick at the entrance to her hole from behind and pushed in and entered her once more.

"Appa!" she whispered at my penetration. I slowly pulled my dick out and then back in and fucked her. I increased my pace rapidly until my thick cock was just a blur, and drops of the white, creamy juices from her cunt were being sprayed all over the place. She turned and looked up at me and then closed her eyes, enjoying and savoring the sensation and pleasure my cock provided.

"Aiyoh..anna..this...ahhh... is....so...goood! Aiyoh...ooooh!....ammmmmaaaa!"

I still had her ass crack parted and her asshole winked open and shut in tune with my thrusts. She reached back and inserted a finger into her asshole, and kept it there as I fucked her. God! This was amazing!

And suddenly I was about to come. I rammed her harder and faster than I had done before and leaned in and gasped into her ear. "Oh Rani, I am going to finish... I... want... to...finish...I want to... in...your...mouth.. Fuck.. let...me...come..in..to..your..mou....th...aaaahhh!"

"No.. not in my mou......aiyoh!," I did not let her finish. I pulled out of her and grabbed her hair and roughly turned her and pushed her down.

She gasped as she hit the floor. But I was about to finish and I did not want to waste my cum. I wanted her to take it in her mouth and face. She readily turned her face up as I grabbed her hair once again and tilted it to receive my ejaculate.

"Open...your... mouth.....please.. please..Rani....!!!"

"Mmmmh-mhhhhh," She mumbled and shook her head. But I exploded. She had her eyes open and was looking at me wide-eyed while I was gaping at my cock, seeing my first rope of cum erupt from it and land on her face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes and turned away and the second and third ropes rocketed out of the hole on my cock and landed on and completely coated her cheek. I was grunting and gasping as my cock throbbed with each spurt. "Fuuuuck, Rani!" I groaned at this. My final spurts were small and landed on her face, neck and tits. Only then did she open her mouth and take in my still hard cock. She wrapped her lips around the pink head and used her tongue to lick the remaining cum oozing out of it. And she swallowed.

"Aiyooh!" I screamed softly and flopped on the floor. "Rani.. Thank..thank..thank..you.. This,,,,you...were..awesome..Aiyoh! It was sooo goood!"

She was flopped on the floor next to me and she had used her petticoat to wipe my cum from her face. She looked at me, still panting and gasping for air.

"Rani," I managed to say. "Sorry..I...I..shouldn't have..done....,"

"No, anna!" she stopped me. "It's okay. You..you... liked it? Liked me, yes?"

We lay there for a few minutes. She then got up and adjusted her petticoat and saree and her blouse and bra. She went to put on her panties last. I was always fascinated with women and girls putting on (or taking off) their panties. And even in my spent and satiated state I ogled her as she bent and stepped into her panties and pulled it up her calves and her thighs. She noticed me watching her do this and she giggled.

And then she went downstairs.

I went back to my room to replay what had just happened. I thought to myself 'She really wanted it, didn't she? She was the one who came upstairs, she ogled me while I worked on the yard. Man, this was so different from what I was used to. I was the one doing the chasing after,which was the good part. But this was not bad either. To be desired and to be led into sex. Wow! I wish there were more like her.

The experience was fantastic. It really enjoyed fucking and ejaculating on her face. This was so different from the mundane handjob, blowjob, fucking with my wife. Frankly, I fantasized about other women while my wife and I were in bed. I was sure my wife fantasized about other men and boys, or women and girls for that matter. She must come across many in the course of her work. But Rani! I wonder if she had sex with any man other than her husband uptil now. Was I the only second man to fuck her? Should I ask? What does it matter? She was a human being with desires. What if she fucked every other man or boy that came to live in this house? Fuck all that and the rest. Let me just enjoy what life has offered.

I met her the day after our first encounter. She showed no remorse or regret. In fact, her eyes shone with pride and desire. I said, "Sorry, Rani. I think I was too rough with you yesterday."

She responded, "Oh no, anna. Don't say that. Let's not talk about it. What happens there is, you know, best left there. We are all animals only. So it's okay," She looked at me pointedly and continued, "Within limits, of course."

"Yes, yes, of course. I will respect your..your..I won't ask you to do what you don't want anymore."

All my extra-marital sex were one night stands. I did not regret any of them, but I didn't recall any of those occasions fondly. But it was different with Rani. We continued to have sex and fuck whenever the opportunity provided us. It was nice to be in a relationship in that manner, with someone other than my wife. We were careful and deliberately took long breaks between our liaisons. We knew it wouldn't last because my wife had started talking about a company-provided accommodation that came along with servants and a car driver.

But that was still at least a couple of months away. A lot could happen between now and then.

One night we were in bed, my wife was asleep and I was winding down the day reading a novel when I heard a knock on our door. I got up to investigate and opened the door and there stood Nisha. In her nightie, her hair untied and fell in beautiful curls around her face. I gaped at her for a few seconds and took her in. By the swell of the dress on her chest I instantly realized that she was not wearing a bra (I told you I was a pervert). And then realized she was gaping at me as well. Then it struck me. I had forgotten to put on a T-shirt, and I was standing in front of her in just my boxer shorts! Her eyes quickly ran down her body and then she looked up at me, her face flushed and breathless.

"Er...Er... Uncle..sor...sorry to disturb you..but I need your help," she stammered.

"What happened, Nisha," I asked.

"I.. I...," She gasped, and I noticed her eyes were still taking in my body. "Er....uncle, my laptop. it is,...acting up...not...not working.. Could you.. Can you please take a look? I have a very important exam.... tomorrow and...and.. I cannot finish..." Her eyes went down to my belly and crotch for an instant and then met mine.

"Okay, okay. I will take a look. Wait, I will come now, " I said.

I hurriedly pulled on a T-shirt and shorts, and went down with her. As she walked down the stairs, the pervert that I am, I noticed that her nightie was tight on her ass and I could clearly make out her panty lines. She was not wearing a petticoat under her nightie. Only a panty under there. Fuck! My cock tightened in my shorts.

I remembered that her parents had gone to her grandparents' house that wek. Nisha took me to her room where she kept the modem, router and her laptop. There were wires all strewn around, and it looked like she tried to fix it herself. I looked around the room and her child was sleeping on the bed. I guessed Rani and Prabhu were in their room.

Nisha asked, "Is it fixable, uncle? I need to get this done..."

"Let me take a look, " I said. I looked up at her. She was standing next to the door and she looked ravishing. I gulped, and she noticed that as well, and tried to rearrange her clothes and position. I had never seen her this close and had never been alone with her.

"Can I get you some coffee, tea, uncle?"

I think I nodded, and she went away and came back with two cups of tea. She sat on the bed and looked at me while I worked. It took me a few minutes and I told her she may have a virus and needed to scan and remove it. I went and got the necessary software from my house and continued to fix her computer as she sat on her bed. I also gave her a faster router and modem.

"This should help you with your exam. New and improved. Yours is ages old!"

I was awkward. Me, alone in a girl's bedroom. I tried to make conversation and asked her about her husband and work and all that.

Then I finally said, "Hey Nisha. You know, you need to be careful about the websites you visit. Some of them are really harmful. Don't know what they will do to your computer." I looked up at her as I said it. I had taken a look at her browsing history. It was filled with links to xxx rated porn websites. Some that I knew and others that I hadn't heard of.

"Oh uncle," She started, "No no it is not like that.. I don't know...."

"Hey, Nisha, I am a computer engineer. Nothing gets past me," I said, and smiled at her, knowingly.

She blushed, and looked down. "Oh..um.. uncle..."

I said, "I can show you how to, you know, do it safely and hide your tracks, if you want me to."

"Oh.. uncle, I.. I...ok..," she whispered, and looked up at me, all sheepish and smiling slyly.

"It's alright, Nisha. Your secret is safe with me."

I told my wife about Nisha's browsing and we had a good laugh. "Poor girl may be desperate. Her husband has been away for six months or more. Rani says sometimes she sees the frustration in her daughter, longing for her husband's company and she can't help her in any way. I don't think I can live without you..and your fucking....us fucking for that long!" She reached out and placed her hand on my crotch and gave a gentle squeeze.

My wife, Rani, and Nisha planned to go to a movie that Friday and they volunteered me to take care of Nisha's four-year old daughter. I was in no position to deny. I was good with little kids anyway. With Rani and Prabu also being away, I knew I'd have the house to myself. And I decided to act on one of my fantasies.

If you recall, I have mentioned elsewhere that I have a severe panty fetish. I wanted to touch and hold and feel and sniff Nisha's and Rani's panties in secret, without them knowing. I had seen Rani's during our sexual escapades but I had not revealed to her, or yielded to my fetish, when we were together. This time, I would be able to see their intimates without any disturbance. If I was lucky I'd even be able to get my hands on a few used ones. God! That would be fantastic, I told myself, and waited for Friday.

I was not to be denied. With the kid tucked away in bed after an early dinner, I roamed their house in search of her underwear. I hit the jackpot almost immediately. Nisha had a basket full of dirty clothes and I unceremoniously dumped them on the ground and was delighted to find at least two of her used underwear. I lifted a deep red one that had pink piping and another pale blue one with dark blue piping. I put the rest of the clothes back into the basket.

Then I went to the parent's room and there I found Rani's basket. Her panties were easy to find. They were just the white ones and I picked up the two that were there, all crumpled and twisted. I put them to my nose and I got the familiar musty odor of pussy. I had not gone down on her. I thought now maybe I should. Why not give her the pleasure of getting her cunt licked? I will go for that next time, surely.

I went back and took Nisha's red panties to my nose. Absolute heaven! I got a whiff of cunt juices mixed with a hint of piss. Fucking great! My cock stirred once again. That panty would definitely have been worn by her today. It even felt a bit damp in the right places. The gusset was thick crusted and the indentations of her pussy lips were clearly on it. I pressed it to my nose and mouth. I hadn't touched a young woman's panties in a while. I examined each one closely. The blue one had an even stronger smell. My dick hardened at the thought of this being pressed against her pussy and ass. God, I wanted to lick her pussy and clit. And then I wanted to fuck her! I took both panties to the bathroom and with just the streetlight shining through a small ventilator near the ceiling, I masturbated with her panties in the nearly dark room. I couldn't help it. I did not finish. I had to act on the second part of my plan.

Nisha's drawers were immaculately arranged and in one I saw she had kept just her bra and panties. I took all her washed and used panties and put them is a bag I had brought for just this purpose, and then replaced them with new bras and panties of the same brand. There they were, all shiny and new underwear, packed in their plastic covers, sealed and unopened. Fuck! What would I not give to see her reaction to this!

I then opened the box where she kept her DVDs and placed one of my own in its distinctive cover. It of course contained porn. But not of the kind she browsed on the web. This one was of the top most quality, amateur sex. These were hard to find, high resolution, professionally produced stuff. Man-woman, woman-woman, gang bang, anal, oral, swallowing what have you. Nothing that Nisha had not seen on the internet before but just better. Full two hours of the most erotic, titillating and arousing stuff you'd have ever seen.

I acted all normal and innocent when they came back. I dozed off as my wife narrated the evening's happenings to me.

The next morning I timed my return from my jog with Nisha's departure. She was getting ready on her scooter as I approached her. She suddenly turned and instantly turned red. "Oh.. uncw.. I..I..have to drop her off at daycare.. And..go...to office. Bye." And she was off.

I knew she had started using the panties and bras I had given her. I saw a new pair of panties, a light green colored one, hanging out to dry the next day. Over the week she had used new ones everyday! She knew my intentions for sure. I did not give her the underwear just as a gift. I wanted to fuck her, and I was sure she realized it. I was just waiting for the right time to make a move. I guess she was too.

With her kid and parents and guests and visitors, there was no chance of the two of us being alone in the house. We ran into each other a few times but other than some pointed staring, nothing happened. Of course I had the chance to observe her without being seen. And I also gave her many opportunities to look me over, which she did, and which I noticed. She'd stand in the doorway looking out at me as I sat with her father and chatted with him over tea. Or when I helped Rani and my wife with the vegetable garden, and when I played with her kid. We exchanged glances often and I reveled in her quiet shyness, and the sly, naughty smile that played on her lips whenever we locked eyes. Perhaps we'd have to meet away from the house if that's what it took. Yes! That's what i'd do. But where and how? Would she agree?

The where part was easy. I would ask a client of mine to put me up at one of their temporary accommodations. I had done this a few times before during production rollouts of their applications and my wife was familiar with the procedure. Next, I had to get the day Nisha would be available and then make sure she could come.

"Hey Nisha," I said, looking up at her. We all were sitting down at the end of the day and my wife had made some snacks and we were having tea in their small backyard. "Do you want to go to that gaming exhibition coming to town next week? They have great stuff - video games, music concerts, stand up comedy etc. It will be fun and you can see the latest stuff. What do you say?"

I broached the subject when everyone was around so as to not arouse any suspicion.

"Emmm, uncle..isn't that far away...and. ..and." she tried to stall.

"Uff fo," her mother Rani said. "Come on. Take a day off and go. We all know you like that stuff. I'll take care of the baby." Then she looked at me, "You make plans, anna (elder brother). I will see that she comes with you."​