Incest/Taboo Train

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Another fantasy involving an old man and a younger woman. All sex is consensual and all characters are over 18 years old.

Legend

1. Sari: Sometimes called a Saree, a garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women from South Asia.

2. Pallu:The the loose end of a sari -- generally draped over shoulders.

3. Dhoti: Outwardly resembles "loose trousers". It is a lower garment forming part of the national or ethnic costume for men in the Indian subcontinent.
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I was not sure if it was the time of the morning or the jolt of the train that woke me up. I opened my eyes and for the next few seconds tried to figure out where I was and what I was doing. It took a while but I gradually came to my senses and it dawned on me that I was on a train with my family, going from Chennai to our village near the outskirts of Madurai. It was still very early in the morning. But there was sufficient light coming through the shuttered windows of the cabin. I was on the upper berth of an air-conditioned cabin. My four year old grandson, my wife Hema, and my daughter-in-law, Raaji, were traveling with me.

On any normal day at home, this would be the time that I would have the beginnings of my early morning erection. I would reach out for my wife, and press my torso to her. I would put my hand inside her nightdress bottom and push it down. If she were turned away from me, I would press my by now hardening dick on her bare ass and dry hump her, and put my palm in front, on her crotch, and cup her hairy pussy. She would stir and awake, having been used to a lifetime of this. She'd turn and lie on her back, spread her legs and provide me access to her hairy private parts, and I would press my palm and fingers on her cunt, spread her pussy lips, seek out her hole and clit and rub my fingers on them. I loved to smell my fingers after they were on her cunt (any cunt for that matter, come to think of it!). If she were in a good mood she'd reach out and grab my cock, fist it and start stroking it. If she were in a really good mood, she would put her hands inside the bottom of her nightdress and take it off and allow me to mount and fuck her. She would never fully wake up, but would grunt and moan, not in pleasure but in protestations as I rammed my thick dick in her.

But having morning sex was rare. In fact we hadn't had such sex in a long, long time. If I was lucky, she would give me a hand job right there on the bed. I was always prepared and spread the small towel I had kept beside my pillow for this purpose, and reveled as she fisted and stroked me to ejaculation. Watching my cum spurt out of my cock head was exhilarating to say the least, but it was a poor substitute for actually fucking her. Most days I just jerked off in the bathroom, as my wife went back to catch another hour of sleep.

I looked and felt younger than my fifty-five years. I was virile and had a very healthy sex-drive. I had no problems getting an erection on demand (unlike some of my friends did, as they complained and lamented the vestiges of getting old). I masturbated almost daily, and ejaculated copious amounts of cum. My desire to ogle the opposite sex hadn't diminished even an iota as I aged. I also received a lot of complimentary stares and looks from pretty girls and women of all sizes, ages and shapes.

But not so my wife. She now was a successful business woman who ran coaching centers and gave speeches at corporate events. Her career took off in her late thirties and that was the beginning of the decline of her sex-drive, her desire to eat, to look and be healthy. That was also the end of any normal, regular sex between us. We were content with each other up until then, but she let herself go, with the misguided belief that her career success would compensate for other areas where she was lacking. I was vain, but also horny and unsatisfied. That was when I started looking elsewhere to satisfy my sexual urges. I used to travel a lot within India those days and this helped me expand my horizons as I sought to quench my thirst and lust for the female flesh (More about these in later stories to come later).

But the thoughts I was having that morning did nothing to help me with my growing erection. I lay on the upper berth in the train as it rumbled through the South Indian hinterland. I turned over and pressed my thick dick between me and the hard cushion of the berth. It started feeling good. So good, in fact, I moved my mid-section up and down slightly, rubbing the thick vein of my cock.

As I adjusted to the light and turned to look around the cabin, I froze.

Fuck!! Right before my eyes, on the lower berth across from me, I saw the form of a sleeping female. Her back was towards me. She had a sari on. She had used a sheet to cover herself, but it had slipped off during the night, and I now feasted my eyes on the exposed, magnificent, round globes of her glorious, sari covered behind.

The sari is a complex garment. To the uninitiated, it is just a long piece of cloth used by women to cover themselves, the length seemingly binding and restricting them in layers and layers. But the sari along with the blouse that goes with it, is seductive, intoxicating, sensuous, erotic, inviting, hiding and revealing, all at once.

Irrespective of the woman's body type, she can rock a man's world in a sari.

From behind, the swaying, jiggling ass, the exposed area between her waist and blouse, with a hint of fat around the hips and drawing the eye towards the curve from her hips to her narrow waist, and to the back supporting her breasts.

From the front, the deep abyss between her thighs, the thighs themselves outlined by the tightness of the sari, the exposed belly with a hint of deep navel showing promises of hidden treasures, the 'pallu' like a neat pleated belt, at once trying its best to cover the breasts and also highlighting and drawing one's attention unabashedly to them.

Fucking mind blowing!!

Back to the female form in front of me. She had her legs crossed at her ankles and her sari had ridden up exposing a pair of sensuous, shapely calves. I followed the line of her legs. Up from her dainty ankles, where a thin silver anklet lay. Past shapely, shiny, smooth looking calves. Then her sari hid her legs from view. But it wasn't difficult to imagine what lay beneath as her sari was tight against her thighs and outlining them.

From there my eyes fell to a pair of gorgeous ass cheeks, their roundness and firmness and outlines clearly on display. I eyed them for some time and then rode my eyes up her exposed back and up to her slender, fair neck.

I ran my eyes back down the length of her body. Then up again. Repeating the process many, many times. I put my hands inside my shorts and felt the thick, throbbing pole of muscle and let my hands pleasure me. My cock head felt warm and heavy and smooth.

I looked up the length of her body again, slowly, maybe for the hundredth time, drinking her in. Her erotic posture made my mind run wild. I imagined my hands now caressing that body, pressing my palms on the firm ass cheeks, feeling their thickness, parting them. The panty fetish in me kicked in effortlessly. I strained my eyes to see if I could discern any panty under there. She surely would be having a full back one, now tight and stretched across the wide expanse of the ass. God! How about the front of her panties? Definitely tight against her crotch, perhaps damp and moist from her nightly secretions. Fuck! I was in a voyeur's heaven! My hand moved inside my shorts and I put my fist around the glorious thickness of my cock and jerked my hand up and down.

Her thick thighs were now outlined clearly under her sari, and I could see the deep 'V' made at her crotch where they met her belly. I made out a thin roll of fat at her waist. Oh! I wanted to put my hand on her exposed hips and feel her flesh, roll my hands to her front and cup her crotch through the layers of her cloth, imagining how her hairy cunt would feel. Then come up and let my finger explore her deep, dark navel.

Explore her deep, dark navel? WAIT!! WHAAAAT?

Yes! I could see her navel. But.. but..wasn't she turned away from me? NO! Fuck!! I was so engrossed in my fantasies and I hadn't noticed that she had turned, and was now on her back. I jerked my head upwards to her face. Holy fucking mother of god! Her face was turned upwards. And she was looking directly at me.

And I stared back into the open eyes of my young daughter-in-law!!

I was dumbstruck. My mouth was open. My hand was still in my shorts with my thick cock in my fist and I could feel it, hot and throbbing, my fingers pressed firmly on the swollen vein that ran on the underside of my cock!

Both of us were still. It was clear to me she knew what I was doing. I was caught ogling her. In fact, even masturbating as I did it. Motherfucker! And she did not take her eyes away from mine. How long was she watching me?

We were like that for maybe ten seconds. Then she moved her eyes down my body and stopped at my crotch. I realized my cock was still down my shorts and my distended member clenched in my fist, throbbing and straining! I closed my mouth and quickly jerked my hands from my shorts and turned away. I was gasping, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Fuck! What had I done??

At that instant we both knew that things would never be the same between us. There, In just those few early morning seconds on the noisy train, my relationship with Raaji, my daughter-in-law, changed forever.
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I did not really see much of Raaji or my son after their wedding, other than the occasional short, brief visits during festivals when they came down from Mumbai to be with family. It was only after a couple of years, after my grandson was born, did they decide to permanently stay with us.

Raaji and I clicked immediately. Unlike my son who took after my wife - serious, nerdy, career oriented, averse to housework - Raaji had a happy-go-lucky streak about her that I liked. We shared some common interests like cooking, gardening, solving crosswords, mystery and horror novels and movies and the like. We were physically close numerous times as was expected with us being in the same house. But our relationship was platonic, like family members. I don't remember even a minuscule of any sexual undertones or flirtations in any of our interactions. How could there have been? She was my daughter-in-law. She was my grandson's mother.
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But this morning changed everything in a flash. The way she looked at me gave me the chills. I was sure she would have taken me for a horny old man, a lecherous pervert, lusting after his son's wife. She would have played the last few years in her mind, of all the times we were in the house, alone and with other people around and imagined my cruel intentions when I had nothing of that sort on my mind.

How could I blame her after what she saw me doing?

But why did I do what I did? I couldn't explain it. I could only attribute it to human nature. Pure animal instinct that is latent in all of us. I did not see her as my daughter-in-law as I was masturbating. At that moment she was just another woman, A female flesh for my voyeuristic enjoyment. I admit I was subconsciously aware of the taboo nature of what I was doing. But I could not stop myself until it was too late.

How could I convince her that this was the first time? Would she believe me if I said I was sorry? It was something that neither of us could wipe out of our brains. I had crossed a line, and there was no denying that.

My mind went back to the moment when our eyes had locked. If she was embarrassed at me, at what I was doing and was ashamed, she would have turned away. But she did not. She did not overtly offer herself to me, but she was just observing what I was doing. I had no clue as to how long she watched me pleasuring myself looking at her body. But she definitely did not stop me by turning herself away. Hmm, what was I to make of this?

Throughout the morning we avoided looking at each other. At least I made a conscious effort to, but I had a feeling that she was trying to catch my eye on occasion. I could not gauge her intentions. Did she want to look at me and confront me and admonish me for what I had done? I was riddled with guilt as it was, and I was scared to make eye contact with her. I was certain she looked up at me trying to say something when I handed her a cup of coffee while we stopped at a station, but I steadfastly avoided looking at her and hurried away.

I stepped out of the cabin often and stayed out for as long as I could to avoid being in the same small space as Raaji. At one point as I entered the cabin, Raaji was bent over and was looking for something on the floor under the berth. Fuck! The position she was in did nothing to help me in my current state. All I could see was her tight behind, her sari again stretched across the expanse of her ass cheeks and this time I could clearly make out her full back panty under the layers of her sari. It was just for a second or two, but the pervert that I was, the images were burnt into my brain. I looked away as she straightened up but I sensed that she had noticed me ogling at her once again. Fuck me!

I sat quietly in a corner and opened a magazine. My wife turned to me and said that she had run into an old friend and she would go to meet and spend some time with her as she was only a few coaches down from us. Fuck! I prayed she'd take Raaji and my grandson with her.

No such luck. Raaji and I were sitting across from each other. As my wife left the cabin and closed the door behind her, Raaji got up and came and sat next to me. I froze.

"Come, kanna!," she called out to her son. "Come sit next to me here. The light is better here." Not really, I thought to myself.

The boy did as he was told and sat on the other side of her. She turned to him and started talking about the book they were reading. She started reading and explaining the book to her son. They went back and forth chatting and giggling and laughing. I felt at ease, gradually.

But suddenly she reached out her hand and placed it on my thigh. I almost jumped off the seat. I snapped my head towards her, but she wasn't looking at me. She was busy with the book, reading to her son, but her grip tightened on my hairy leg. And after a few seconds, she moved her hand up. I had shorts on in order to better deal with the heat. She moved her hand inside the leg of my shorts. And moved it up to my crotch, all the while still turned away and talking to the boy.

My dick hardened at the prospect of her fingers touching it. I spread my legs and tried to adjust my position. Her hand reached my crotch and her fingers touched my dick! It swelled under her fingers. I couldn't handle it any longer. I rose from the seat and in a flash had my hand inside my shorts and straightened my hard dick and sat back down. She took her hand from under my shorts and placed it on my fly, her palms pressing and her fingers feeling the thickness of my member. I sat back and gasped as her palm ran the length of my cock, which was still inside my underwear.

I placed my hand on the exposed part of her back, and she gasped and tensed at the coldness of my palm. She was not a petite woman by any means. She had not lost all of the fat that had accumulated on her body during her pregnancy. I could feel the thickness of her back and the flesh on her hips. I moved my hand up and down her back, on her blouse, feeling the straps of her bra that was tight on her body. I went up to her shoulders and squeezed. I got bolder and I moved close to her and now placed my hand on her breast and cupped it. She shuddered at this. Her tits were big and tight in her bra and they made it that much more difficult to squeeze. So I just placed my hand under them and felt their heaviness. In spite of the tightness of her blouse, I could sense her nipples hardening. Soon they were as hard as marbles.

She was still reading to her son. But suddenly the door rattled. Thankfully the cabin door was not easy to open and it took a few seconds for my wife to completely open it and enter the cabin. That gave us enough time to resume our normal positions.

I got up saying, "Anyone need coffee? I am going up to the restaurant car." I stayed out a bit longer than necessary, trying to fathom what had happened. She had initiated it, hadn't she? She couldn't back out now. Whatever might happen would be a natural consequence of our previous actions. I knew I was going to fuck her. I was going to have sex with my daughter-in-law! I knew it was taboo and wrong. It was erotic at the same time, though.

Standing in the restaurant car of the moving train, I felt my desire rising. I had watched a lot of taboo porn of all types but never once had I imagined sleeping with Raaji. I had kept my sexual fantasies separate from my private life. But now the worlds were colliding, so to speak. My penis hardened inside my shorts and I had a tough time hiding it from the others.

"Well," I thought to myself, "Nothing much can happen on the train. Then, for the next few days we will be around a lot of people during the wedding. So let's wait and see what happens when we get back home in a week's time."

Man, was I wrong!

When I came back, the cabin was dark. I was shocked! The window shades were drawn and the cabin was in semi darkness with the light coming through the slats in the metal shades.

"What..,what," I stammered as I looked up at her. Then I realized that her son, my grandson was sleeping on the berth, taking a mid-morning nap. "Oh!" I said, for no reason. I was surprised when she got up to go out.

"Thank god! I don't have to be alone with her! What a relief. I was not prepared.

But for some reason the same voice inside my head told me to stop her. My dick was still semi-hard and it was dictating my actions. I let my cock rule over my brain! Fuck! Wait! I did not want her to leave! Had she changed her mind? Fuck, again!

I swiftly rushed in front of her and before she could open the door I reached up and snapped the lock on the door.

She stopped, absolutely stunned, and stared wide-eyed at me. At that instant I knew that she had also believed nothing much could happen on the train, and she was shocked at what I was doing. Not that I had anything planned.

She looked at me and whispered, "Mama, ah.. what? He is ..," and she turned and looked at her son, who was asleep and lost to the world as far as I knew.

And then she turned towards me, but I had already put my hand on her belly and felt the fleshy fat of her hips.

"Aiyooh, no, ah, not here..he.." she stammered.

Without a word I pushed her gently backward and to the lower seat and lay her down. By now my dick was rising in my pants. I swallowed again and looked up at her. We both were still for about ten seconds. And the next thing she did blew my mind and took my breath away.

She pulled up her sari and her petticoat and bunched them on her waist. Her smooth, silky legs were exposed, She parted her thick, fleshy thighs and showed me her bright red panties. My eyes involuntarily went to her crotch. She was plump under her sari, her abs still heavy and slightly hanging out of her panties. I moved my eyes further down and saw that the front of her panties was packed. I could make out the think line of her cunt through the material of her underwear. There was a line of wetness right through the middle of the panty gusset. I could also see she was very hairy down there.

I gasped as she pulled down the pallu of her sari and offered her chest to me. Her breasts were full, straining at her blouse. Her black bra under her blouse was tight. Her chest was heaving and I could see the tops of her supple tits and the deep cleavage between them. She then looked up at me.

I gulped. I was sure I was staring, gaping at her. She was a full-bodied woman. Not slender of petite. Her arms and legs were thick and fleshy. I could see the rolls of fat on her belly which were normally covered by her sari.

She reached forward and inserted her hand into the waistband of my shorts and pulled me down. I fell on the berth and my palm automatically moved to her crotch and within a second I was cupping her pussy. She gasped at the touch but grabbed my head and pushed it on her supple breasts.

My lips were on the tops of her tits. It was a while since I had fucked. Sex with my wife was always sterile. She made it a point to have us both shower and clean ourselves before sex. But the aroma coming from Raaji, her perfume mixed with her sweat and the smell of the dirty train, and the sounds of her gasps and the movements of her body as she twisted and turned under me were a heady, intoxicating mix. I wanted to lick every inch of her.

I dug into her panties, pressing my palm between it and her flesh and was rewarded with the feel of thick, wiry, curls. I turned my palm and groped with one of my fingers and found the line of her cunt. She was moist and warm! I followed the line of her outer pussy lips and found her cunt hole and I jammed my finger in.

"Aaah, aiyoooo," she hissed. I did not relent. I finger fucked her. I wanted to rip off her blouse, unsnap her bra and suck on her nipples. She knew what I wanted. I reached up to her blouse but she stopped me. "No.. No.. not now.. He he..," she said and looked at her son. "He might wake..." I did not let her finish. I grabbed the sides of her blouse. I had noticed (even in my perverted state of mind) that her blouse was fastened with snap-on buttons and as I yanked at the sides of her blouse, they came apart. Her bra was exposed. And her tits were straining to get out of them.

She relented. "Ashhhho, aiyooooh," she complained, but reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her huge melons flowed out onto both sides of her chest. Her nipples were dark and hard and raised, Her areola was darker. I attacked her with my mouth and tongue. I sucked on her nipples. They were as hard as stones, I felt some chalky material ooze out of them but I did not care. I slathered my spit on them and took the whole nipple and areola in my mouth and ground my face on her tits.

"Ahhhhh, mammmma, sloooow, apppa.. Not so haaaard," she whispered.

She was gasping and panting and making soft noises. Her actions and sounds were restrained and as I looked up at her I saw her staring at her boy sleeping just a couple of feet from us, making sure our sounds did not wake him up. But we needn't have worried. The gentle rocking of the rumbling train had him sleeping peacefully.

When I had enough, I raised myself and grabbed her panties and yanked them to her knees. Boy was she hairy down there! I kept staring at her cunt as she pulled her panties off her and threw it on the opposite berth. I was already pulling my shorts and underwear down.

My dick jerked up. She looked down at it as I grabbed it and pulled the foreskin away and exposed the smooth, purple, tight, shiny head of my cock. It felt glorious. So heavy and so thick!!

She parted her thighs further and let me between then. I wanted to go down on her. I wanted to lick her cunt and dip my tongue into her hole. I wanted to feed my cock into her mouth, fuck her orally and have her smell and taste me. But I also knew we had no time for all that this time. It would have to wait.

I locked eyes with hers as I lowered myself. She surprised me by reaching down. She held my dick in her hand, gasped at the heat and the thickness, and then guided me to her hole. I looked down as I lowered myself, as my black, veiny cock disappeared in the forest of her heavy, curly cunt hair. I felt them prick me like a thousand needles. I also felt the moisture and the wetness of her thick outer pussy lips as I pressed my distended member onto her. She was ready! My cock pushed aside her outer lips, and opened the entrance to her inner hole and in a flash I was inside her.

Her eyes widened as she realized the girth and length of my cock inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment in bliss. Fuck! The walls of her cunt engulfed the entire length of my cock. It was moist, slimy and warm. I had my upper body raised but my penis was fully inside her. She reached up and pulled me down to her and wrapped her arms around my back. I felt her hands exploring the muscles on my back.

"Aiyoh...mama..," she hissed.

I realized we did not have much time. I pulled out of her and started fucking her properly. I raised her legs and put my hands under them and I supported them on my arms as I pummeled her.

She helped me by holding her legs up with her hands under her knees. She allowed me full access to her cunt as I rammed and thrashed her rapidly, each thrust more forceful than the one previous.

She was gasping and panting, "Aiyoh, aaaah, aahhh, ahhhh, mama. O mama, fuck me, fuck, fuck, ah ah ah, yes, yes,, ahhhh!"

I stopped fucking after about five minutes and took a break. She also caught her breath and between gasps said, "No, no, mama..finish.just finish.. We don't have much time. Yes , it's ok.. Ooookkk, aaaaaaahhhh!" We both knew my wife could be back any moment.

I increased the pace and the ferocity with which I attacked her. She was holding on for dear life. I was close to finishing. I knew I was being selfish. I was bothered with my own climax and not hers. But this was just the beginning. I was not one to fuck and forget. She was not a whore I would see just once, with whom I can satisfy my lust, focus on only myself. I will definitely have many more chances to fuck her, to take care of her properly, to spend hours on satisfying her. But that again would have to wait.

Right now, I just wanted to empty my heavy balls into her. I wanted us both to feel my cock bursting in her. To possess her and fill her with promise of better sex to follow.

"Aaayyyyy, aaaaah,aaaahhhh, aiyooh, aaaah, maammmmmaaaaaaa!" she screamed softly and jerked under me. She wrapped her arms and held me in a vise like grip and thrust upwards at me, matching my thrusts and making it equally hards and exquisite at the same time.

My dam was about to break. "Oh.. Raaji.. Raaaa, I am about to finish, sorry, aaah, aaah, aaah," I screamed into her ear softly.

She tightened her grip on me and whispered back, gasping, "Ok.. ooookkkk, mamma, finish, finish,,inside..inside...innnssssiiiiiiiiddddde,, aaaaaaahhhhhh,"

And at that very moment my cock erupted inside her. It was fucking glorious.

Not every orgasm was the same. I almost always fantasized about other women while fucking. It had been like that for a while. I admit it. It was just lust with my wife as she had long since stopped being my object of desire. It was the same with the other one night stands I had had. Just fucking. To feel my cock in a cunt. To ejaculate into a woman's womb or her mouth. To satisfy myself. There was no other motive.

But as I ejaculated in Raaji, I was only thinking about her. How fantastic and exquisite and delicate and magical and magnificent it felt!!! I knew she did not reach her orgasm, But this was, as I said before, just a prelude. We both knew it.

Both of us felt my release. My cock was pulsating, vibrating against her cunt walls as each spurt leapt from it into her womb. I counted about seven. I could feel her heart pumping against my chest. We both were covered in sweat, gasping and panting.

I didn't know what we would have done if my wife or someone else had walked in. Or if her son has woken up. Son! We both jerked our heads to see him and it was a great relief to see him still sound asleep.

"Aiyoh, appaaaa, " she squealed and pulled back as I drew my dick out of her after a few seconds. She wasn't shy as both of us looked down at my cock. It was covered in her light yellow, gooey, sticky juices. She giggled. I looked around for something to wipe my cock with but she had other ideas. She reached for her panties and leaned forward and used it to wipe the juices off my member, her eyes never leaving it for even a moment.

I watched her take her panties and wipe her crotch area with it. She arranged her big tits into her bra cups, reached behind and clasped it. Next came her blouse and sari which she arranged with practiced ease. With a shake of her head all her hair fell into place and she pulled it up into a bun and pinned it. Within a minute of allowing me the pleasure of being inside her, she was back to her normal self.

She reached down to her bag and pulled out a fresh pair of panties, a bright green, full back one this time. She raised her sari and petticoat and stepped into her panties and pulled it up to her waist. She knew I was watching her do this and she looked at me and giggled once more.

I had put my clothes on by this time and walked out of the cabin. It was only when I stood by the open door of the coach, looking out at the green countryside flashing past me, with a cigarette in my hand, did the enormity of what I did strike me.

We needed to be careful. Our worlds and those of the ones near and dear to us would come crashing down irreparably if any of this came out. Fuck! I had never in my life risked so much for something so stupid.

Was it worth it? Is it still worth going after?" I asked myself. But I needn't have bothered. The answer came back to me in a flash, within a nanosecond of the question. "Fuck yeah! Definitely!"
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I was only a bit player at the wedding. Someone from my wife's side, remotely related to me was getting married, a connection I did not explore. This one was no different from any other Indian wedding - loud, noisy and crowded.

But I had a grand old time looking at all the women and girls. The intoxicating smell of jasmine flowers on their heads, the tinkle of anklets on feet and their sensuous giggles and laughs, their colorful silk dresses - all were an sensuous heady mixture.

There was an aunt that I was close to. But she now was quite old, in her mid-eighties probably, and she was confined to a room on the top floor at the back of the house. It was an airy, bright room with large windows looking out onto the courtyard and letting sunlight stream through for most of the day. The rooms next to it were used as the children's bedrooms so they were empty in the mornings I took refuge in the aunt's room. But she was now hard of hearing and sight, could walk with great difficulty and had to be fed and taken to the bathroom at regular intervals. But she and I communicated somehow and she was glad for my company.

The second morning I was standing next to a window with a lighted cigarette in my hand when Raaji walked into the room. We had not seen much of each other until then, what with she being busy with the wedding and me trying to stay away from the crowd. But that's not to say I wasn't thinking about her. What we did on the train was foremost on my mind but I had banished the thought of ever getting her alone during the wedding and was waiting until we got back home in a few days. I had plans!

We were both startled to see each other. I began, "What..what..are you....," But she stopped me and said, "Oh, I was told to take care of patti (she meant my old aunt) as others are busy."

I sat back down in my chair and pretended to read the daily newspaper. But watched her every move closely. This was the first time we were in each other's company and I took my time ogling her from every possible angle as she busied herself.

She smelled fresh and heavenly. It appeared she had just taken her bath. Her hair was still wet, and drops of water had fallen on her blouse. She had the customary jasmine flowers pinned to her unbraided, free falling hair. Her sari was as usual tight on her and outlined her heavy, thick thighs. I could see her dark bra through the sheer material of her blouse. The folds of her belly became exposed each time she bent over to help my aunt. Her 'pallu' kept slipping off of her shoulders and gave me glorious, unfettered views of her tight tits beneath her blouse. Damn! I could eat her up.

I was a pervert, as you may have guessed by now. I had a hard-on instantly forming in my underwear. I had the traditional South Indian Veshti (dhothi) on. She knew I was ogling her and looked up at me and smiled naughtily a few times and wagged her finger, knowing fully well what I was up to.

I followed her as she made her way out of the room. She stopped and turned around as she realized what I was up to.

"Mama, no..no..someone,"

But I already had my hands on her back, running them on her ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing. I turned and pushed her against the wall and slammed my torso on her ass and both of us felt my erect, throbbing cock as it lay hard between us.

I whispered, "There's no one in these rooms now. The only way up or down is the staircase. No one's coming!"

I bent down and placed one hand in her ankles and rode it up her legs quickly. "Aiyooh!, " she exclaimed. But it was too late. And she realized that too. I had her sari and petticoat bunched around her waist. I stopped and feasted my eyes on her. She had on a pair of pink cotton full-back panties that stretched very tightly across her asscheeks. There was a small wrinkle around her crack where her cheeks met her thighs.

I knelt down and kissed her ass cheeks. "Ahhh," She hissed. "Please, no! I cannot. We should not.. Not now..not here!!"

Her ass was firm. I put my palms on each of her cheeks and separated them and planted a kiss on where I thought her asshole was.

"Aiyyy, What are you doing!!" she exclaimed, and twisted in my grasp and turned to face me. As I was still kneeling, her panty covered crotch was right in my face. Fuck! It was plump and packed. The gusset of her panty strained to keep her flesh in check. Her cunt lips jutted and protruded and I could clearly see them through the cloth. I kissed her there and she took in a sharp breath and hissed. But she did not move away. Instead she held my head with both her hands and positioned it correctly and I felt her pubic hair and the hard knob of her clit as she pressed my head into her.

God! She moved her middle up and down. She was fucking my face! I put two fingers into her panties from the side and pulled it away and now I could see her cunt. I lapped at her lips and as she moved slightly down, I felt the thickness of her clitoris and I sucked it and slathered it with my spit..

"Ahhhhh....ammmmmaaaaaa," she squealed softly.

It was glorious. Initially, I could only smell her hair and the faint hint of soap from her bath. Gradually though, she started leaking her juices. Fuck! What a smell. Damn! My dick almost jumped out of my underwear. I tasted her juices as they started flowing out of her. I could feel her moving and gasping and holding on to my hair tightly.

My cock was yearning to be let out of the confines of my underwear. I rose and pulled up my veshti dhoti and dug into my underwear and pulled it down. My cock jerked up and swayed between us. It was throbbing and the foreskin was already pulled back. The erotic scent of sex was already in the air between us and it made both of us hot and horny.

She gasped as she saw the thickness and length of my penis. Har hands now held her clothes up and I fisted my cock with one hand and with the other I pulled down her panties. I bent down a bit to position myself at her hole and I pushed in. She was now wetter than before when I was licking her. I felt the moistness and warmth of her cunt lips on the purple head of my cock.

I entered her and she drew in her breath sharply and gasped. I placed my hands on her hips, simultaneously holding her clothes up, and she placed both hands on my shoulders and held on for dear life.

I fucked her non-stop. I knew the precarious, dangerous position we were in. Anyone could come up the stairs. She knew that too, and egged me on. "Oh..mama.. quick..finish fast..ahhh.. ahhh..ahhh..so good, yes?.. Ahh..ahh..!"

It felt so good fucking this willing young woman, standing her up against the wall. It was mid-morning and the chatter of the people from the wedding below came up the stairs. The sounds of the courtyard and the noises from the street came through the open windows of my aunt's room along with streaming, warm, bright, sunlight. But there was no danger of anyone seeing us. I took a break.

"Oh, Raaji. I love this. This is so good. I want to fuck you, be like this for a long time," I gasped into her ear.

"No. No. Mama. Please finish now. My dress and hair..I cannot .. I need to," she whispered back, also panting and gulping air. "We will have other times..back home..then we can..you can have me anytime..anyway.you want, yes?"

I did not let her finish. I rammed her hard and fast.

"Oh..amma...amma...ah,,ahhhh..ahhhhhh!" she squealed as I grabbed her by her fleshy hips tightly and pummeled her. Both of us were breathing rapidly. And with one final, mighty heave, I exploded in her.

I could feel cum erupting from my cock. It throbbed and pushed against her cunt and she pushed back to. It was like the entire length of my dick was being crunched. Her arms held me in a vice like grip around my neck. We were like that for at least ten seconds, glued to each other, not moving, just savoring the sensation as I emptied my balls in her.

She gasped as I pulled my cock out. I let my dick hang out as it became limp and flaccid. She did not take her eyes away as she pulled up her panties and dropped her dress. She arranged her hair and clothes, setting them straight with her hands, and wiped the sweat of her face with the pallu of her sari. Within half a minute she was back to her normal self and appearance. She then hurried down the stairs. But for a slight flush on her face one wouldn't have believed that she had just been stood up and fucked.

I went to the attached bathroom in my aunt's room to clean up. When I returned, my aunt beckoned me and I went and sat next to her, and she looked up at me without speaking. At first I did not understand, but soon it dawned on me as we stared at each other. She knew! How? Fuck!

She asked me to come closer to her and she mumbled, "You were always a wild one. Make sure your cock does not get you and that girl in trouble! She's a nice woman. Take care of her. Be careful, though!!" And she gave a slight toothless grin and her body shook with laughter. She reached out and patted my hand. "You sneaky pervert bastard! You'll do it with anyone, eh?"
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