I was quite young when my Mami got married and joined our family. She had a sibling who was four years younger than her, whom I called Poorvi Masi.
Poorvi Masi was a fantastic woman. I remember she had a bit of silky curly hair and a sexy butt with a good Indian figure; anyone could go crazy for her.
The relationship between Poorvi masi and me was amazing, and she was very friendly to me since I was a child. She used to pamper me, kiss me, and make me sleep in her arms.
She took me shopping and spoiled me with chocolates and toys. We had a great rapport. After a few years, she got married and moved to Kolkata, and eventually, our bond faded.
However, we stayed in touch via social media and phone calls, and I saw her occasionally when she visited my city, though it had been a long time since our last meeting.
Until that point, I had no romantic feelings for her… just a good familial bond.
Cut to the present.
She came to my city about 15 months ago after getting divorced, and I was excited to meet her. We met at Rupal Mami’s place. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and hugged me tightly. Damn! She had grown into a sexy, beautiful lady and looked just like a MILF.
Our bond grew much stronger, and we became much closer. She had her father’s home in our city, and her mother lived in the village, so she was living alone.
We used to go shopping, driving, and taking night walks. I spent a lot of time at her place, and she enjoyed my company.
Slowly, she grew closer to me, hugging me often, kissing me on the cheek, making me sleep in her lap, pampering me, and resting her head on my chest. I had started developing feelings for her and had gone CRAZY for her, but I was scared to make a move.
*****
There was a function at Rupal Mami’s place, and I was invited by Mami. It was a kind of get-together for Poorvi Masi’s family after a long time.
I was enjoying Poorvi Masi’s company and chilling with the vibe. It was raining heavily outside. An argument broke out among their family members – I don’t know over what – and the topic shifted to Poorvi Masi’s divorce. Everyone started blaming her for it.
Soon, the argument heated up too much, and we had to intervene to calm the situation down. Then, Rupal Mami asked me to drop Poorvi Masi home, as she wasn’t in the mood to stay.
We sat in the car, and I started driving. Suddenly, she asked me to stop somewhere where we could get good tea. Since it was raining heavily, it was hard to find a place.
Somehow, I found a good tea stall, but because of the rain, it wasn’t possible to sit there. I asked if I could bring the tea to the car, and she nodded ‘yes.’
We parked the car ahead in a free spot, and I poured the tea into cups. As we started drinking, I tried to lighten the mood by talking about fun things.
Suddenly, she asked, “Am I that bad, Aryan?”
I said, “No, Masi, chill… even Uncle didn’t mean it.”
She said, “People don’t tell me to my face, but behind my back, they do blame me. But you know me well, so I wanted your honest opinion.”
I replied, “Let people talk shit; we shouldn’t worry. I know what an amazing woman you are, Masi.”
She immediately made eye contact, her eyes welling up. She looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then she KISSED me.
My heart skipped a beat. Her lips were on mine for the next six seconds. We looked at each other for the next four or five seconds, and before I could react, she started kissing me again.
This time, she didn’t stop for the next two or three minutes. Suddenly, she realized what had happened and said, “I am sorry, please drop me home.”
I dropped her off without another word.
*****
After I dropped her home, we didn’t speak for the next two days. There were no calls or messages from her side. I was nervous and worried, but hesitated to call her.
Suddenly, I saw a message from her: “Hi.”
My heart skipped a beat again. As soon as I saw it and was about to reply, I got a call from her. I answered the phone.
There was a calm silence for the first four seconds, and then she suddenly asked, “Are you still angry with me?”
I was confused. “Angry for what?”
She replied, “Don’t pretend like you don’t know the context. I am sorry for that day; I got too emotional.”
“It’s okay, Masi… chill! It happens. Forget it.”
Suddenly, she sounded relaxed, and we continued talking for the next 45 to 50 minutes.
Six days later, I got a call from Rupal Mami saying she wasn’t feeling well and was at the doctor’s clinic. She asked if I could come, and I immediately got there.
She had a fever, so we did her blood test and were waiting for the report. I took her home, but when she called Poorvi Masi, she learned that Masi was out of town and wouldn’t be able to come.
I decided to stay back to help. It was evening time, and it was still raining heavily. There was a power cut, and even Rupal Mami’s inverter stopped working.
I called the electricity customer care, and they said there was a short circuit and they were fixing it, so it might take a few hours.
Mami was shivering, so she needed to be warm, but I was sweating a lot. I didn’t have many options.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I wondered who it might be. To my surprise, it was Poorvi Masi. She was looking damn hot in her salwar kameez and was almost wet. Her hair was dripping water, and I was awestruck – I could only see all this through the light of my mobile phone torch.
Poorvi Masi said, “Hi, bachha (child), how are you? You’re still here?”
I said, “Yeah… since no one was here, I thought I’d stay back.”
“Great, you are such a sweet boy!” Poorvi Masi said and hugged me.
Soon, she met Rupal Mami and explained how she had rushed back after hearing about Mami’s health issue. Then Mami said that if I wanted to leave, I could, since Masi was there.
Poorvi Masi intervened, “Let him stay here, Rupal. It’s too dark outside and raining heavily. Besides, I would enjoy his company.”
So I stayed back, and we chatted until Mami started feeling drowsy. We decided to leave the room so she could rest. Mami’s flat had another room, so we went there.
Since there was no electricity, we managed to find some candles and lit them. We could somewhat see each other’s faces, so we also kept a mobile torch on.
There was an awkward silence until she broke the ice. We started chit-chatting while sitting on the bed, both of us sweating.
Being emotional again, she hugged me and kissed me, saying, “I don’t know why I feel good when you are with me.”
We looked at each other. Suddenly, she stood up, tied her hair, and started removing her bangles and other jewelry, watching me through the cupboard mirror.
I don’t know how, but I found the courage to go near her. I stood very close, and we continued watching each other through the mirror.
I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her shoulder; she smelled damn sexy. I kissed her neck, still watching her reflection.
Suddenly, I untied her beautiful, curly, wavy hair and made her turn around to face me. We looked at each other in the dim candlelight, breathing each other in. She gave me a small kiss and waited for my reaction.
I pulled her closer and kissed her. We continued kissing for the next 10 or 11 minutes. She became aggressive, pressing her weight against me.
She started deepening the kiss, biting my lips and pulling my tongue into her mouth, licking it passionately. We kept kissing until she removed my shirt.
I turned her around again, swept her gorgeous hair to the side, and unzipped her kameez. We looked at each other through the mirror as I removed her top.
She smiled at me and started kissing me crazily again. She kissed my chest, stomach, and lower body, then removed my pants and underwear. I was completely nude standing in front of her.
She saw me freeze up and laughed aloud. “Don’t worry, my boy. Masi has already seen you nude in your childhood days. This time, the only thing is that Masi’s boy has grown up a lot – especially in a manly way.”
She pushed me onto the bed. While I was sitting up, I started kissing her belly, and she began to moan. Soon, I undid the drawstring of her salwar and started kissing her everywhere.
I made her sit on my lap, pushed her hair back, and started licking her neck and kissing her in between. She asked me to remove her bra with my hands.
To my surprise, they were wonderful, juicy melons. I asked, “Can I touch you, Masi?”
She laughed and said, “You can do whatever you want.”
I started pressing one breast with my hand while sucking the other. I did this for a few more minutes until I pushed her back onto the bed.