Hi guys here I am up with another real incident of my life. It took me a lot of effort to jot it down so real it patiently and relish each and every moment. Though I am not a great incest fan but it has sparked a lot of interest in me at one stage of my life. It was due to an incident in my life. My aunty (Maami) was a teacher (left the job some 7 years ago). Her name is Ketaki. When I was a teenager, her school organized a two day trip at a hill station and all the students and faculties were going on that two day trip. There was a male teacher also along with her. I was also included in that trip though I studied in a different school but since i was her relative and she insisted the school for taking me. The place we visited for trip was awesome but there was shortage of rooms in the hotel where we had made our booking for the school team; due to some emergency, so I, my aunty and the male teacher (Mr. Singh) had to share a double bed bedroom. The double-bed was made up by putting together two single beds but since we weren’t comfortable with Mr. Singh sleeping in the same room (at-least at that time aunty gave such an expression that she didn’t liked sharing the room at all) so we parted them to the two corners of the room and went to sleep.
I went to sleep quite fast due to the tiring journey, i woke up after sometime hearing some noise ( it was a deep husky moan as i realized later). I woke up and realized that the bed totally empty except me lying there. I was tensed as I couldn’t find where the aunty was. I left the bed and started searching that where she was. There was enough light seeping into the room due to thin curtains on the windows. I heard same hushed grunts from the balcony and could see some silhouette moving in the dim light from the balcony. The balcony was such that no one could see what is happening inside if they don’t bother to see, the railing was high enough for stopping the cold winds to gush in and was totally solid. When I removed the curtain aside to see whats happening, to my surprise and severe shock i found my aunty making love with her colleague. She was topless with her saree, blouse, bra and knickers neatly tucked on a chair near the table ( suggesting they took a lot of time before the act and had a nice foreplay ), she was just wearing a pink petticoat which was pulled up to her stomach and her deep juicy navel was visible . Mr Singh was right between her legs and licking her away to glory ( i didn't knew about that then), aunty was trying hard to hold on to the involuntary moans. Few minutes later he climbed on top of her and inserted his dick in her lovehole (could understand due to a sudden twich on her face) and started stroking very slowly and cautiously and then she spread her legs for better access. A strip of light fell on and off her face when the curtain flutter in the fan air, I found her with eyes closed and her mouth open in a gesture as if something is paining ( or may be its the pleasure as she was a mother so no chance of pain..lol).
After finishing they both walked holding each other to the toilet, they took about 10 minutes in there, dont know what was happening there but when she came back she put on her bra and blouse ( left the saree on the chair itself) then came to bed. She then held me close as I was trying hard not to make her feel my hard on against her.
This incident made me to believe in the fact that even your closest relative is just a human and can err at anytime, the thought of it gave me instant hard on and I always gets turned on by her underwear. I used to smell and masturbate on them and as i grew up those habits died out slowly, but the thought of my aunty getting fucked on a cheap hotel balcony floor by a stranger gives me instant hard on even now.
I went to sleep quite fast due to the tiring journey, i woke up after sometime hearing some noise ( it was a deep husky moan as i realized later). I woke up and realized that the bed totally empty except me lying there. I was tensed as I couldn’t find where the aunty was. I left the bed and started searching that where she was. There was enough light seeping into the room due to thin curtains on the windows. I heard same hushed grunts from the balcony and could see some silhouette moving in the dim light from the balcony. The balcony was such that no one could see what is happening inside if they don’t bother to see, the railing was high enough for stopping the cold winds to gush in and was totally solid. When I removed the curtain aside to see whats happening, to my surprise and severe shock i found my aunty making love with her colleague. She was topless with her saree, blouse, bra and knickers neatly tucked on a chair near the table ( suggesting they took a lot of time before the act and had a nice foreplay ), she was just wearing a pink petticoat which was pulled up to her stomach and her deep juicy navel was visible . Mr Singh was right between her legs and licking her away to glory ( i didn't knew about that then), aunty was trying hard to hold on to the involuntary moans. Few minutes later he climbed on top of her and inserted his dick in her lovehole (could understand due to a sudden twich on her face) and started stroking very slowly and cautiously and then she spread her legs for better access. A strip of light fell on and off her face when the curtain flutter in the fan air, I found her with eyes closed and her mouth open in a gesture as if something is paining ( or may be its the pleasure as she was a mother so no chance of pain..lol).
After finishing they both walked holding each other to the toilet, they took about 10 minutes in there, dont know what was happening there but when she came back she put on her bra and blouse ( left the saree on the chair itself) then came to bed. She then held me close as I was trying hard not to make her feel my hard on against her.
This incident made me to believe in the fact that even your closest relative is just a human and can err at anytime, the thought of it gave me instant hard on and I always gets turned on by her underwear. I used to smell and masturbate on them and as i grew up those habits died out slowly, but the thought of my aunty getting fucked on a cheap hotel balcony floor by a stranger gives me instant hard on even now.
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