Horny Masi

This sex story is based strongly on real events. Names have been changed. It’s a Literotica story about how I matured from an inquisitive teenager to a full grown man in the bosom of my mother’s sister- Sushmita. Love, alone will not be sufficient to describe the emotion that I felt for her. She enriched my life both as a mother –as I treated her as mother and she used to call me beta-and as a lover. I can never forget her as long as I live. But how did it all start, read on.

It was the summer of 1993 and I was in tenth class. the vacation had already started. I was desperate to move out. We discussed many places to visit and I had options between Shimla , Chandigarh and Dehradun but I could not decide. Finally, my parents decided to send me to Faridabaad where my masar was posted as a health officer. He was actually posted some 30kms away from Faridabad but he had rented a house there. Their accommodation was large enough for all of us. My masi had two kids. Vijay, my cousin, was quite younger to me and my masi also had a daughter who was not very attractive. My masar would go to his office at 9 and came back after 5 in the evening.

My cousins went to a reputed school there. Most of the day, my masi was alone at home and she did household chores. Initially , I was hesitant to be near my masi but gradually I got talking to her. She was always laughing and chirruping and she exuded heavenly aroma around her. It was like even if she farted , her fart too would be scented. She was 38 years old and she had a nicely shaped marble body. I was bathed in complete lust for my masi and my cousin when I reached their house.

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When I rang the bell in the evening, I was welcomed by my masi , masar and my cousins. I touched my masi’s white nimble feet and she blessed me. Little did I know of the blessings which this queen mother had for me. They took my luggage to the room where my cousins slept. They slept on the double-bed and they kept my luggage on the extra divan. My masi and masar fornicated in the other room. As it was already evening, all of them had changed their clothes. As it was summers, all of them had changed into light clothes. My masar and vijay were wearing bermudas while my masi was dressed in a nightie. It was the first time that I had seen a nightie for real.

So far , I had only seen the nightie in movies. My masi was looking adorable in that if not voluptuous. I also noticed that she had done away with bra as I could feel the slight bounce of her chuchies. I was caught in this sexual introspection when my masi told me to change too and she would get the tea ready for us. I took lukewarm water in a saucer and washed my feet with it. I dressed in my night suit and moved to the drawing room , which was in fact a makeshift dining room too and there were a couple of chairs with a table right outside the bathroom.We had tea which was shortly followed with a dinner and then we took each other’s leave to our rooms. As I was tired , I fell asleep shortly.

In the morning, when I got up, the fan was whizzing in full speed and as I was adjusting the pillow behind my back, another wonderful sight greeted my eye. My cousin sister, teetu, was sleeping with her legs folded to a side. She was also wearing a nightie but her small nightie had been flown away by the fan and she lay in such a posture that her panty could be seen while her nightie flew with the air from the fan making a kind of tent from her legs to her navel. My cock throbbed and early in the morning lust gripped my soul. Her beautiful teenage legs with slight sprinkling of hair here and there and her brownish black panty could be seen. I was ravishing this Godsend striptease while I heard footsteps behind me , as I tucked in the bed sheet ,and my masar walked into the room. The first thing which he did was to cover teetu’s nubile body with a bed sheet. I feigned my sleep and little did he know that I had already had my fill of teenage erotica.

Soon , it was time to go to the school and after everybody left, just me and masi were left as home.
She asked me , ‘ Rinku if you want to take bath , you can go ahead. I have to do my hair too and it will take time. Why don’t you go and take bath first’

Sure, I will do as you like mother.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door from inside. I removed my clothes and I was searching for the peg to hang them, when I saw my mother’s old suit hung on the other peg. I removed them from the peg since I wanted to hang my stuff there. But to my utter joy and pleasant surprise , I found my mother’s used panties. Here there were, red and netted softly with a patch in the center which must have clung to her motherly pussy, and I watched them with the satiated admiration of a secret lover. I watched them with the satisfaction of a panty connoisseur – someone who treasures the art of watching panties and sniffing them to the base of his nostrils. So I did. I removed it from the peg and took it near my nose and inhaled the intoxicating pungent stink of piss that emanated from it which made my cock flag higher. I had already removed my clothes so now I just wrapped the red cotton panty on my rod and started stroking it. I was rock hard in no time and then I again took the panty over my head, wrapped my head in it and sniffed the pussy area and took some bites of it. I had the picture of my masi in front of my eyes writhing in her bed adorning her red fiery panties.

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I pictured myself coming near to her and then tapping lightly on her satin panties, just caressing her groin with my soft hands and then kissing her panty right on her pussy lips. I fantasized about her with a red bed where she stood like a stud well bred, ready to be tamed into submission. I was just thinking about all this when I felt the climax building inside me and I came in buckets. I fired a great load from my penis. After that, I sat down , took my bath and got away from the bathroom.

In a few minutes my masi entered the bathroom. She bolted it from inside and I heard the click of the bolt. I was wiping my hair with the towel . Suddenly an idea flashed across my mind. Why not try and see masi from outside the bathroom ? I rushed outside the door and stayed very calm for any distracting sound might spoil the show. Then , I started peeking from outside. Finally, I found a gap , a very small one, from where one could see some movement. But, it was still not clear and extremely difficult to see any body part or so. I came back crestfallen from the door and then went outside to dry my underclothes.

To my utter delight, I found some panties there too drying on the wire. They were two in number where one was a plain one with pink cotton regular elastics while the other was sky blue and it had white polka dots. Imagining how they would look on my mother, I had a hard on again. I just loved them and sniffed them but they were not smelling of her wonderful piss- my pissy pussy mommy, rather they smelt of detergent perfume now that they were washed properly.

After a long time , my mother came out of the bathroom. She made some lunch and we two had it together and then she slept while I watched some TV. Soon, it was evening and my masar came home . The kids too had come by then and we all had tea. After a while, my masar left the house saying that he will take an hour or two as he was going to see someone at home.

Shortly after he had gone, my mother changed into a nightie. It was a yellow satin nightie which had the prints of flowers all over it. It had a wide neck and it looked oversized with half sleeves. Her feet could be seen from that nightie. It was a one piece clothing from neck to feet and it covered her completely. It was difficult to make out whether she had any bra underneath but she certainly had panties on since it could faintly be made out from the outlines on the soft nightie. She came to the kitchen, put some aata in a wide pan and started to knead the dough. The children were in the other room and the voices coming from the room confirmed that they are studying. I stood at the kitchen door. I was just chatting nonchalantly with my masi. She was asking me family stuff and all. She was sitting on a small wooden table which was nearly half an inch from the ground, and she had this huge pan where she was kneading the dough.

Any Indian can imagine what it is to knead the dough. It takes energy and sometime you have to just bend to exert force. My mother too was bending and as a result her nightie had started to show her cleavage. I was watching this all the time while I talked to her. Suddenly , she looked up and found me staring at her chuchies. I was literally taken aback when I met her eye but then , she smiled. She did not say anything buy she just smiled. Her smile was a very mischievous and lustful one. She was kneading the flour again. Now, she started kneading with more pressure coming full to the other side where I was standing. She came close up and went back again. The nearer she came to the side , the more I saw those twin treasures.

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She came up close so much so that I could see right down her voluptuous mountains where love slipped and incest danced, motherly chuchies they were sweeter than the rarest nectar, milky white skin dancing to and fro in front of my hungry eyes. She showed me more by each passing movement. She then looked up and smiled again. She gyrated once more to knead the dough and I saw right up the areolas of her chuchies. I saw those round globes as she shook them slightly and then , for the third time, she looked up and smiled again and then then whispered,’kal’ in my ear and disappeared into the sink with the huge pan..

What did she mean by ‘kal’- I was baffled. What had happened was very quick for anyone to react. I was an irritable teenager and I had my own ideas of sex and I never thought I would get something from the masi- who I have been relating as mother. The fact is that I love to call her as my mother since I wanted the relationship to be perverted to the very end. Why had my mother displayed her cleavage to me rather benevolently. She had certainly seen me leering at her. She had met my eye when she caught me lasciviously drooling over her chuchies. Why was she not shocked. After all I was her flesh and blood. I was her elder sister’s son. Why did she smile at such an affront.

Any other normal Indian housewife would have been distressed with such an action but she smiled. But , why ? Did she consider it as ‘childlike’ behavior or she was just laughing away at my teenage inquisitiveness. When she had found me admiring her wonderful mammaries, she had even tried to incite me, excite me and provoke me by showing more of her cleavage. Was I imagining that she had tried to show me more of her tits or was she serious in her display. And why had she said the word ‘kal’ . what did she mean by it. What did tomorrow hold in store for me. Did she want to tell me something . Did she want me to rebuke me for my wantonness , but then , she had smiled . But why ? It certainly wasn’t a hint that she wanted to do something funny with me. After all, I was her bhanja and her blood and I was so young. No , that certainly wasn’t the matter. But then what was it all. It was all so topsy turvy that I could not make a head and tail of it. All that came to my mind was those wonderful jugs which had swayed in front of me and had given me a heavenly delight.

Later my masar came and we all had dinner together. After that we went to the bed early. Lights were switched off but my mind was awake and an excitement gripped my soul. It was similar to the feeling one had before taking an exam . it was similar nervousness which was moving all over my body. I could sense that my head had become heavy and my body feverish as my hand moved inside my underwear caressing my manhood. The sight of my masi kneading in the kitchen came back to me and the to and fro movement of her tits put my schlong on fire time and over again. If there was one thing I wanted that was the pussy of my masi mother and I really wanted to fill her badly. I masturbated at least three times that night and by morning I had badly slept and my cock was sore.

I was woken up by the sound of a brush polishing the shoes. I quickly got up from there and went to the toilet. My masar stood there and he was wearing his shoes. He told me that he had to go to neighboring areas for check twice in ten days. He said that he was going today and he will not be back for at least two days. He asked me if I wanted to accompany him but my masi intervened and said that ‘beta’ will stay here and teach the kids. I just smiled . My masar had a quick breakfast and he left for his job. Later, the kids woke up, bathed , got ready , had their breakfast and left to the school.

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It was nearly an hour after the kids had left that masi called me to her room. I went quietly. I had not taken the bath yet and she was also in her nightclothes. When I went to her room , I could see the soiled bed and it made me aware suddenly of the fact that this is the same bed where my masar would have enjoyed this divine beauty at night. To confirm it, there was a hanky peeping from under the bed and I was sure that this must have the semen stains of my masar. My maasi sat on the bed in her nightie and her skin was glowing probably from the lovemaking at night ( I was sure that my masar must have fucked her really well as he would not be home for two days ). Her light yellow nightie shone on her soft supple skin. She had a nice hair cut where her hair were done in a style up to her neck. She didn’t even had the jewelry on her. Her eyes were wonderful and inviting as she beckoned me to sit on the bed. Her lips were small and her cheeks exhibited the fullness of youth. Yellow light coming from the curtains filled the room. My heart was throbbing in my mouth. She smiled carelessly as I saw a part of her neckline visible from the front..


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