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Great excitement can be seen in people on the next day when it is actually the time for the play of colours. On a holi day a indian boy gets closer to his aunt. (F/M-teen, ped, exh, inc, india) *** Author Note: Holi (Spring Festival) is a major festival of India that is celebrated on the full moon day in the month of March. Great excitement can be seen in people on the next day when it is actually the time for the play of colours. Shops and offices remain closed for the day and people get all the time to get crazy and whacky. Bright colours of gulal and abeer fill the air and people take turns in pouring coloured water over each other. According to a legend demon King Hiranyakashyap demanded everybody in his kingdom to worship him but his pious son Prahlad declined, as he became a devotee of Lord Vishnu. Hiranyakashyap wanted his son to be killed. He asked his sister Holika to enter a blazing fire with Prahlad in her lap as Holika had a boon that made her immune to fire. Story goes that lord himself saved Prahlad and evil-minded Holika was burnt to ashes. *** I have two blessed organs, my cock and my mind. Soon some of you will agree too. I am Vijay a 38 old man from Dehli. I am 6ft tall, 70kg weight, clean shave, fair and I have a very athletic body. The story I am going to tell you was of the days when I was 19, living with Mom just after the death of my father. His death was a saddening incident for mom and me but thanks to God my father left enough money in the bank to spend and a house to live. My mother at time was 41 but looked a lot younger. Anyhow this story is not about her. During those days, one of my mom's brother, whom I called uncle Raj, got transferred too our city. Initially he lived with us for a transitory period until he could find a house of his own and brings his family in. As our house was quiet big my mom asked him to live with us as long as he desired. Soon he brought his family and started living in one portion of our house. His family consisted of his wife Kavita and son Rajan, who likes me, was 19. Rajan and I were cousins but after living together we became good friends also. Rajan was very interested in bodybuilding and he established a small Jim on third floor of the house. There is only one room on third floor. Rajan put all the bodybuilding materials in that room and started practicing there. I also joined him sometimes there. The mention of the gym on third floor may appear irrelevant at this stage of the story but soon its importance will be revealed. My maternal aunt Kavita, whom I called mami, was of my mother's age and she too was beautiful like my mother. From very beginning she started talking to me openly and I managed to offer her my help whenever required. One day I helped her put clean linen on her bed and that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn't care. Since reaching puberty I have the fantasies of mature ladies rather than young girls... So I developed an interest in my mami as her boobs were attractive and her bottom was marvelous. Even if she was related to me, that never stopped me from dreaming and imagining. I noticed that she was always wearing blouses with a scoop neckline. And that very time she bent over I could see down into it. She always wore a bra, but her breasts hung down inside it and to me looked great. It was a Saturday but it was a holiday due to the Holy Hindu Festival 'Holi'. I remained out of my home playing Holi with my friends. When I returned I went to search for my cousin Rajan. I already knew that my uncle was gone out of station but I had no clue where my cousin was. While searching for him I met his mother and saw that neighboring aunties had already smeared some colors on her face, neck, hands and blouse (she was wearing a sleeveless blouse). She was looking funny and sexy at the same time. She too had no idea where her son was. I went to search Rajan in his gym but he was not there, he perhaps too gone to play Holi somewhere. As I was in the third floor of the house, it was possible for me to look around and see others having Holi festivities. It was then I saw a man named Mathur, a neighbor of us, ringing the bell of the portion where my uncle's family lived. The door was opened by mami (I could not make out what she was talking to him) but soon saw Mathur going inside. That was interesting for me as Indian women seldom allow strange men inside their home when they are alone. I decided to keep an eye on him. I went to the other side of the roof from where I could see the sitting room. I saw Mathur drinking plain water. And then he bent down and put some red gulal (Color) on mami's feet and then smeared some green gulals on her hair. She also took some gulal from his packet of colors and smeared it on his face. I could not make out what they were talking. Suddenly I saw Mathur vanishing inside. I changed my position and saw Mathur mixing colors on his hands with water from the basin of a bathroom. My mami was in the drawing room and was unaware of the fact that Mathur went inside to mix permanent colors with water. As he finished his task I changed my position again to have a peek inside the drawing room. I saw Mathur entering the room but my mami did not paid much attention to him. Suddenly, from the back, Mathur started painting her face with brijel (Wet color). She was taken aback and could not resist him. He slowly painted her face, neck and ears. I saw her telling something to him and he was smiling. Her body language suggested that she was enjoying everything. She wanted some dry colors from Mathur but he was not willing to share any. Rather he took a water bottle from the table and took some water in his hand and then poured some dry colors to mix them nicely in his hand. This time, mami resisted him a little but kept laughing. Mathur then started putting colors on her hands and also forced some on her armpits. She was laughing and Mathur was laughing too. Both of them were saying something to each other. Mathur again took some colors and started putting it on her belly and surprisingly she pulled her sari down a bit below her naval to allow him better access. Mathur took the signal and started putting colors on her naval. He even took some dry colors and smeared it on the naval and then took water in his hand and then started messaging her belly and naval. Now he was unstoppable and my mami too was not willing to stop him. Mathur put his hands insider her blouse and colored her boobs. That was very objectionable but surprisingly mami did not say anything to him. Getting bolder Mathur tried to lift her sari from the back to which she resisted. But Mathur was not willing to stop. He told something to her to which she seemingly was not interested. But then after a one two minutes, she stopped her resistance. Mathur mixed some more colors in the hand and lifted her sari and started applying the colors on her ass. Suddenly mami took a whirl and headed towards me. I bent further down to hide myself. I could not see her back and could make out whether Mathur was painting her ass. That was what that son of a bitch was doing. Soon the Holi playing between Mathur and my mami was over. Before leaving, he again took some gulal from his packet of Colors and smeared it on her face, belly waist and hair and went out of the house. Mami then closed the entrance door and remained inside. I was spellbound and speechless. I came back to my room but the whole incident was very exciting one for me. Was my sexy looking mature aunt Kavita having an affair with a married man named Mathur? Her smiling face started moving in front of me. I had a big hard on in my pant that was asking me to go and fuck her. Soon I lost my resistance and went to her home again. She was still alone there. She was still wearing the sari that was badly colored by Mathur. In that sari she was looking fantastic. I had a feeling she was not wearing a bra as I could see her boobs hanging a little and nipples jutting making sharp points on her blouse. She perhaps was thinking about taking the bath but welcomed me. "Mami? Today is Holi. I want to apply some colors on you". I said. "Oh, indeed you are welcome!" She smiled and came near me. I smeared a little of the powder on her forehead to begin with. It was customary for a person to apply back color on the other person who applied it first. So, she took a little powder from my hand and applied it on my forehead too. I pulled myself up and began to apply color on her bosom over her blouse. I felt immense pleasure when my hand ran over her fleshy mountains and valleys in a zigzag manner. "Naughty boy what are you doing?" "Come on mami, this particular day is free for all" "Okay have your way before Rajan comes back." In one quick jerk, I slipped my hands inside her blouse the way Mathur did. I felt a chill ran up my spine as I touched her silken boobs. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... You..." She released a wild exclamation. I gave no damn and straight away rubbed color on her boobs. While I did so, I felt blood gushing to my head and cock too. I became aware my cock began to erect slowly. "Now stop that Vijay, are you getting mad?" she pulled my hands away from her boobs. "I saw what Mathur did with you mami. Now its my turn." I told her and she was stunned. I didn't wasted any time and took her hand and forced her towards the bedroom. Suddenly she started resisting. I didn't listen to her pleas and took my penis out from my shorts and gave it in her hand. Now she started saying, "Nahi ye thik nahi hai. (This is not right) You are like my son. Mathur is like a brother to me. I did nothing wrong with him." The good thing was that while talking she didn't leave my penis from her hands. I knew by that time that she is enjoying my tool because my penis is 8" in length and 4" in diameter. Before giving her time to think anything I kissed her wildly on lips. Initially she didn't responded but later gave a gentle response by kissing me back. I tried to push her on bed but she sat on the bed and took my penis in her mouth. She sucked my penis so hard, I was moaning in pleasure. I put her sari and petticoat up and parted her legs wide. Mami had a hairy vagina. I tried to drive my middle finger of right hand into her pussy. Though her pussy had already become hot and wet, yet I had difficulty in penetrating. And she felt a little pain too. She starched her legs and thighs for my benefit. This helped full penetration of my finger into her love cave. While I finger-fucked her, she moaned softly. Her vagina was flooding by that time. I took of my shorts off and put my jerking penis in her vagina and rubbed it there for sometime. Then I placed the head of my hot erect cock on her hole. As I was trying to shove it inside, she said to me: "Do it quickly as somebody might come." I felt like a long-starving child who was asked to consume a plate of a delicious food in one minute. She moaned, 'Ohhhu hhhhaa!' and without wasting any time I stocked 95% of my penis was in her vagina. After accomplishing full penetration of my cock into her pussy, I half-laid on her body. Then I grabbed her boobs with my hands. The way a racer gallops in the sprint after the whistle, I began to ram her pussy tunnel with deep and heavy thrusts with my cock repeatedly in very quick succession. Simultaneously, I squeezed both her boobs in a crushing way. With each of my thrust with the penis and squeezing of boobs, she screamed, "Aaahhh... aaaahhhh... aaaaahhhhh..." her screams were a mixer of pleasure and pain. I praised myself for fucking her with brutal force at a rapid speed. I would have loved to record it on a video camera to admire the way I thrust my cock forward as if to push all my lower body into her pussy tunnel. She was moaning and saying, 'Ahhaaaa aaauuuuccchhh ooooffooo.' I started moving my hips in round deep inside her vagina and pumping her hard she kept moaning. Luckily for me, she attained orgasm within three minutes. It was a rare occasion; I too climaxed instantly at the same time pumping my man-milk into her pussy. After some hard pumping I felt my cock stirring again. I made her to get in a doggie position and climbed over her like a bull and pumped her pussy like a piston. She was in the doggie style and I was entering my penis from the back and she was really enjoying the pleasure and moaning at the same time. But this time, as it was second time for me, I took longer. I was entering my penis in and she was also pushing it back so my penis fully went inside her. As I was entering my penis at the same time I was pressing her boobs and nipples. She moaned as cried like, 'Hhhaaaaa ooohhhhhccchh hhhe mm uuuuuuu,' and so many more. I was about to come and I observed mami toonearing another climax. I made her lay again in normal position and pumped again. I put my hands under her buttocks and pumped with all my force. She was about to get orgasms so was moaning, 'Haaaaaaaa thik hai aur thora anderrrrrrrrr haaaa baaassss,' and she came. Immediately, I accelerated my hips and with some more hard stocks I ejaculated my hot semen in her vagina. She was taking it deep in her pussy with both her legs wide in air. Later she told me about her bitter sex life with my uncle. Since her wedding day he always took her by force. On her wedding night he pushed her to the bed, torn her blouse and made her to lie on the bed with her bra and petticoat. Then he came over her and pushed her petticoat to her belly and inserted his cock with a force into her virgin pussy, she immediately felt a hot iron rod is going inside by tearing her pussy and she screamed and resisted at his act. But he slapped over her face to keep her quite and fucked her; within 2 minutes he finished his fucking by pouring his love juice in her pussy. Even afterwards he fucked her regularly with force only. He won't bother about her sex desire, he satisfied his needs only. I told her, "Aunt I love you, I love you not only physically I am in love you as a person." She suddenly looked up and said, "Vijay do you love me? I feel it is not correct. I don't want to spoil you at this young age my dear." "Nobody can predict about the luck of a man and the mind of a lady," says an old adage. I can vouch for it, at least for the later part of it. After 2 years due to uncle Raj transfer my aunt Kavita moved to another city and our relation came to an end. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 57