She was my uncle's mistress

Widowed, in her forties

We got introduced during one of the drinking sessions

She wasn't beautiful

But she had her own charm

Her low waist saree gave ample display of her navel

I couldn't help but kept gazing at her navel

Feeling conscious, she adjusted her pallu

I had to leave after a while

I felt tormented

Realising that they both will have sex after my departure

Once, while helping out my uncle in adding a apps

I stole her number

I texted her immediately on some pretext

She messaged with equal fervor

We decided to meet over a few drinks

Only two of us

I made the move

By slithering my hand on her buttery belly

While encircling it over her navel

That lit the fire

Unbuttoning her blouse

I chewed her nipples

She pressed my head against her cleavage

While caressing my buttocks

We had fiery sex

She was tight

Her petals cradled my armor

Like a virgin flower

We met clandestinely on several occasions

Our uncle oblivious to our sexual escapades.

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