She didn't wear a bra

That was pretty obvious from the bulge of her blouse

And the bulge that formed between my thighs

She remained oblivious 

She was my next door aunty

I used to ogle at her covertly 

And masturbate regularly

Whenever she used to drop in for a social visit

My heart was literally in my mouth

नमस्ते आंटी, that's all I used to fumble 

And rush to my room

Once मां, told me to give her some food

As she wasn't well

I visited her

She was lying on the couch

अन्दर आओ बेटा, she said 

I told मां, has sent some food 

And was about to leave

इतनी भी क्या जल्दी है, कुछ देर बैठो मेरे पास, she said 

Her saree was carelessly draped

My eyes kept drifting to her cleavage

She caught me red handed

And smiled

Unbuttoning her blouse, she invited me to come closer

जरा देखो तो सही, कितनी बुखार है 

Like a moth to fire

I immediately latched on to her pendulous breasts 

She was hot

So was I

And that day was my initiation

Of visiting आंटी house on some pretext or the other. 

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