MF, Incest, An aunt and nephew get carried away after watching a soft porn
movie together.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  This work will contain description of
sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults
and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off
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   ---- Aunt Sarika

   It was Saturday night and I was looking forward to the rest of the
night. Sarika aunty and me would be watching a Shakeela movie.  Shakeela is
a South Indian soft porn actress.  Legend has it that she does more movies
that both the Keralite superstars put together.  Her movies are played
every Saturday night on one of the cable channels.  I had been watching
them ever since I was 15, that was three years ago.  Many of her movies
have been aired multiple times.  But that never stopped me from watching
them completely and each time I would pour a load of my young, warm cum
onto a magazine picture of hers.

   Three months ago I had to move away from my parents and come to Bombay
for my higher studies.  My mother's sister Sarika has a flat in Bombay. 
She stays alone, her husband like a lot of Keralite men was in Dubai.

   Sarika is not one of the most interesting people one can meet, as a
matter of fact, she is one of the most boring.  She is basically a village
girl who now lives in the city.  She has a very small circle of friends,
most of whom are just as boring as she is.

   But she had two major plus points due to which I never ever asked my
parents to move me into a hostel.  One, she never bothered me and gave me
money whenever I asked for it.  She never mentioned those small sums to my
parents either.  On my part I never abused this windfall and very rarely
asked her for money.  The important part however was that she never
bothered me.  Unlike other relatives she never pestered me about my
studies. Never once has she walked into my room.  She never put any time
restrictions on me.  I am sure she knew that I was drinking and smoking but
she never mentioned either to me or to my parents.  Since I stayed with
her, my parents obviously didn't feel the need to check on me much.  So in
a way, she kept them out of my hair.

   Her other plus point was that she is one of the sexiest women I know. 
She is not just beautiful, she is sexy.  I had stolen a solo picture of
hers and masturbated on it regularly.  The few times that I would be alone
in the house without her I would go through her under clothes appreciating
her odor.  To add to this, she was very casual around me.  So I would
regularly get glimpses of her bare skin if I positioned myself correctly.

   Coming back to the night in question.  The series of events that led to
it started on Friday evening.  She was reading a Malayalam film magazine
and I was watching a cricket match.  The match was a rerun, I was sitting
there basically to ogle at her.  She had on a noodle strap night dress. 
She was stretched out on the sofa with her elbow resting on the sofa's hand
rest.  The night dress.  which normally came up to her knees, now showed
off most of her thighs.  At the top I could also make out the beginning of
her 36 D breasts.

   "Krish, have you seen any Shakeela movies?" she asked me.

   I thought for a second before answering.

   "Yes, I have.  They play them every Saturday on TV."

   I was candid because I was sure that she wouldn't talk about it to
anybody else.

   "Are they any good?"

   I smiled and answered, "I don't think people want to watch a Shakeela
movie for a good story."

   She nodded.

   "Are they very graphic?"

   "Nope, soft porn"

   She nodded her head again.

   Nothing more was said about it till the next morning at breakfast.

   "So will you be watching the movie tonight?"

   "I never miss a Shakeela movie."

   "I'll join you tonight.  I want to see what all this hullabaloo is
about. Even Mamooty (Malayalam super star) is threatened by her."

   "Cool.  It starts at midnight", I told her.  I finished breakfast and
left for college.

   All through the day I was in a state of constant arousal.  My thoughts
were in overdrive as I imagined watching the movie with Sarika.

   After dinner we settled down in front of the TV.  There was another hour
to go.  I excused myself and went into the toilet in my bedroom to snatch a
smoke.  As I smoked I stroked myself and shot a load of thick semen.  That
helped because when I went back my penis wasn't as erect.

   "Krish, there is no need for you to hide and smoke in this house.  Smoke
openly, I don't have any issues with it."

   "You don't mind?"

   She shook her head.

   "Cool, thanks."

   And we waited, she with her film magazine and me flipping channels.  As
the hour drew closer I felt my body tense.  I needed a release so I lit a
smoke.  Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that she was no longer reading,
but she was watching me.  I pretended not to notice and kept smoking.

   At midnight the movie began.  Shakeela movies show a lot of skin without
showing anything important.  But they are very arousing.  It can't be
explained to someone who hasn't seen it.  There is nothing half as exciting
as two partially clad people crawling over each other, kissing and
fondling. Before long I was erect and raring to go.  For the first time I
was in a way sorry that aunty was there in the room.  Usually I'd have my
Shakeela pic under me and my hands would be beating away furiously at my
penis.

   It was 2 past midnight by the time the movie ended.  I immediately lit a
smoke and made no move to get up.  I had an embarrassing hard on and didn't
have the courage to stand up while aunty was still there.

   "So this is what it is all about", she noted.

   I nodded.

   "Hmmm"

   There was a silence for a while and then she broke it.

   "Krish, do you mind if I asked you something?"

   "Shoot"

   "Sure you won't mind?"

   "Shoot"

   "This is kind of embarrassing, but I guess I can trust you.  I can,
right?"

   "Sure"

   "Would you mind if I touched and felt your penis?"

   I stared at her.

   "It's been two years since your uncle visited.  Two long years since I
have held a man's penis.  Today after watching the movie I just feel like I
want to hold one."

   "I....I....I don't mind", I stammered.

   She got off the sofa and came on the floor next to me.  She undid the
single button on my jockey shorts and pulled out my organ.

   "No underwear?"

   "Not at night"

   She ran her fingertips along the length of my penis.  It began to twitch
at the stimulus.  She held it between her first finger and her thumb.  The
she wrapped all her fingers around the shaft and began to rotate the base
of her thumb around the tip.

   "Did you masturbate before the movie?"

   I nodded.

   She left my penis, put her thumb in her mouth and began to suck on it.

   "Hmmm!  I'd forgotten how wonderful it tastes."

   She folded her legs and sat in front of me.  She began to run her
fingertips on the underside of my ball sacs.  I leaned back and moaned.  I
closed my eyes and let the flames engulf me.

   When I opened my eyes she had one hand under her dress.  From the
movements it was not difficult to fathom what she was up to.  I mustered my
courage and raised the dress.  I watched her fingers working in a frenzied
manner at her cunt.  I watched fascinated, it was my first sight of a live
cunt.  She didn't slack her pace even once.

   Her eyes were riveted to my organ; her hands did not pay much attention
to my penis any longer.  She was just pounding away at her cunt.  Her lips
were parted, her breathing faster and her brow had a film of perspiration
on it.  Soon little grunts began to emit from within her.  Then in a final
grunt she held her finger pressed against her cunt.  Loud moans of pleasure
began to fill the room as her orgasm hit her.  Then there was silence.  She
met my gaze, then lowered it.  She also lowered herself and lay prostrate
on the ground in front of me.  She lay on her stomach so that her lips were
at my penis.  She began to place small, light kisses along its length.  Her
tongue snaked out between her lips and began to lick and stroke my balls.

   I groaned.

   The tip of her tongue ran up the length of my penis and then began to
trace circles around the head of my penis.

   I moaned.

   I shot my load.  As the first load hit her on her face she began to pump
my penis and forced each load to spring out.  She took every load on her
face.  Then when there was nothing more to shoot out she began to suck on
my penis.  Her hands kept pumping and her mouth kept sucking.  Soon I was
hard again.  She didn't miss a beat and kept on going.  This time it took
longer, but it was also much more pleasurable.  After she finished
swallowing my second load she asked;

   "Enjoyed?"

   "It was awesome."

   She got up and kissed me passionately on my lips.  I tasted my cum
inside her mouth as she allowed my tongue to roam inside.

   After we broke the kiss she said, "I hope you will not take this as a
license to indulge in sexual acts with me whenever you feel like it."

   I looked shocked.

   "What happened today was because of a combination of things.  It is not
right and so please don't think this is going to be an everyday affair."
   She left me and went into her bedroom.  
