11-06-2020, 05:31 PM
Yes I called my cousin’s wife Bhabi (Hindi word used for sister-in-law.) She was indeed a lovely lady; Her most striking feature was her eyes, which were jet-black and accentuated by the pure whites of her eyes. The fact that she was pushing forty meant that she had a well lived in figure. She was a lovely woman; Nice big well shaped bust and ample figure, her face and jet black hair highlighted her dark eyes. She was not very tall, about five feet five, with long jet-black hair that she often wore in a ponytail I would say.
She has been kind of like an elder sister to me since I was kid; she never hesitated to be alone with me. We were quite friendly; she gave me big smiles and the odd warm hug now and again. I had literally grown up before her eyes.
At the time this story evolved I was in my early twenties. Describing myself back then, I would say I was lean, slightly under developed as I never bothered about keeping fit like other guys did around me. Someone insignificant and in offensive, that was me. Sexually, I was curious, not able to make up my mind that I was.
Well, not until I began to notice Bhabi looking at me a lot more than usual. There was something in her eyes as though she was weighing me up. She was looking at me in a lingering way; it began to unnerve me a little, thinking there was something wrong with me. Then there were the touches, on my arms, or on my ass that also lingered more than what was usual. I started to feel a stirring within me, excited at her touch. I wanted to be close to her, please her so that she would touch me more.
What made it more excitable for me was that she never hesitated to give me glimpses of her ample breast even in the presence of her husband and kids. She deliberately bent forward when she knew I had my eyes on her and she would smile at me as though wanting to attract me to her beauty. She wanted me to look at her breast! Suddenly I realized this thing she was doing was sexual! She wanted me! She was enjoying teasing me! After fucking our maid Noori, had taught me about sex, but up to now I had not thought about it with Umera bhabi. When I talked with Noori about this, she told me, “little master why don’t you understand your sister-in-law want to fuck you.” Now at night, I did, I thought about my sister-in-law. Her naked body. Her arms and legs open to me, gesturing me towards her. Then I was forced to deal with my unruly erections. Thoughts of my Sister in law, my Bhabi, were giving me a hard-on!
When I knew she was teasing, I used to tease her by sucking my finger. I would slowly lick my lips and move my straight finger in and out of my mouth in a fucking motion, while pretending to be deep in thought. Our teasing was becoming more obvious. I could almost smell the heat from her loins. Our need for each other was getting critical. We were getting the hots for each other and I could think of nothing else but the need to fuck her!
Neither her husband nor her kids ever noticed what we were doing.
I was always looking at her now and she seemed ageless. Sometimes she seemed younger, mid thirties, Even at that age and no one could tell because of her cute figure. She never made any effort to control her weight. She had a bit of spare tyre around her middle, but that added to her overall attractiveness, she was a big woman, but with her round extra soft body, people often mistook her for ten years younger. More than that, people often were surprised at how she didn’t see this in herself. She had black hair without any gray, as yet. To be honest, my dear old sister-in-law was one of the tightest packages for her age. One could describe her with just two words; “sexually voluptuous.”
To a young man like me, in our culture, she was very attractive and the fact that she fancied me made her extremely attractive! Fuckable!
Her skin was still tight and shiny; her breasts were still pert, fleshy and delicious, feminine, shapely broad hips. When I checked her soiled linen basket in her bathroom as boys of my tender age often do, I found her bras and panties sizes, that she was forty inches in bust size and forty-two inch hips! Needless to say I checked out her panties for her aroma. My cock became immediately erect so I paid homage to them in the healthiest way that I knew how. Guiltily I replaced them, soaked with my sperm at the bottom of the basket.
Sorry, I got side tracked there – I thought her ass was the most beautiful ass. Sometimes I had trouble figuring what to watch when she walked. It was wondrous to look at her bum. A friend of mine was always talking about fucking ladies in their bums. Her voluptuous hips made me wonder if Bhabi would…………………? Maybe not, she has a wonderful personality, very warm and caring, but she is fairly conservative in her ways. In bed, she might just be a little more adventurous. Would she turn onto her belly for me?
The sexual teasing continued between us for some while and I was getting very impatient to get my leg over her. I always flirted mildly with her, trying to make her blush, or at least respond positively to my interest in her body, which she didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes she responded to my harmless flirtation. In fact, when we were alone I was now seeing passion for me in her eyes. She was as desperate for it as I was. Doubt and maybe some fear was holding her back, after all she was a married lady!
I never tried to sit near her but her eyes were always on me to check out what signals I was giving.
Then, one day my luck turned. I was dining with her family and Bhabi sat just opposite to me at the table. My cock stirred when I felt our feet touched but stayed there, sometimes we would move them, but they kept touching. I knew it was Bhabi and it was not accidental. She pretended not to notice, and continued to eat dinner. I admit, my head felt dizzy, and I wondered how she meant it – to play?
Actually I was shocked, because, our culture, don’t allow females to touch a male, and here she was rubbing my cock with her feet! Was she moving on me because she was scared that I was not interested in her sexually? Did she want me, that much!
Soon she gave me an erection and my cock was bursting for relief. Her toes were curling around my cock just like fingers. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t, her husband was talking to me about my work.
Finally she forced me to excuse myself from the table and I had to rush to the toilet to release myself.! I swore to myself I would fuck the ass off Bhabi when I got her into bed!
When I came out and sat back down at the table, Umera bhabi met my eyes and smiled. I had forgotten how many times I had fantasized about her while I was masturbating. How many times I did that whilst thinking about her I have lost count. I always was thinking about what her body would be like under her clothes. Stripping her naked in my mind.
Once when I called her by her name she asked me in mocking anger,
“How many times do I have to tell you? Only call on Umera Bhabi when someone else is with us.” She advised me.
” And when we are alone?”
“Then you also call me Umera Bhabi,” she said to me teasingly.
There were not any restrictions on me moving about freely in her home, so once, when I was passing by her bathroom, I heard a sound from the bathroom. Umera Bhabi was in there and she was singing. That was my luck. I found a small table and I placed it under the ventilator. Standing on the table, I gleefully saw scene, which was unforgettable! My face went white, as I saw that scene, a mature woman was, stark naked. Umera Bhabi, in all her naked glory! She was stark naked before me! There was Umera Bhabi stood completely naked, the glass steamed up I was that close to it. Oh! She was so beautiful! Her gbangfruit sized ample breasts standing proud from her chest, sporting hard and erect nipples. My greedy eyes feasted on her cunt, it was a lot bigger than Noori and my thought. Her fleshy thighs surrounded it. Such rapture! My mouth watered profusely so that saliva was trickling down my chin. She was very hairy down there, which surprised me, I never thought of her pussy being that hairy! She was standing in front a full-length mirror, bent forward slightly looking down at her cunt as she was applying hair remover on her very private parts.
Obviously, she didn’t know I was there. So I stood there watching, admiring her mature beauty for quite a few minutes, my dick rose up vertically as if hoisting the flag of sensuality. All that was left for me to see was her hips, I had always dreamed about how her full ass would look like. Soon she turned around providing me the full view of her naked body from behind. She had a large and supple arse. Her buttocks were full and round with the crack adding to her sensuality. What was real show for me was when she bent down to pick up something from the floor and so raising her ass up high. I saw her pussy and the forbidden treasure, her anal orifice! I was feeling like as if I was in heaven. I feasted on her nudity for a while and I was still watching her, thinking I was immune from discovery, that she would never see me watching her. The next moment, I heard some noises, she also became alert and then she turned round and spotted me. She looked so shocked when she saw me. Then she scrambled to cover her naked body and immediately tried to hide her breast and cunt with her hands. From her looks, I could see, she was traumatized as if ashamed of herself.
I also came out of my trance. Realizing the danger I was in of discovery from other people in the house I quickly jumped down off the table and replaced it where I got it. Then quite nonchalantly I walked back to join the others.
When she was dressed, she found me sitting in the lounge chatting with her sons, so she called me to do a favor for her and I followed her into the kitchen. Where she commenced toweling her hair dry. She was so angry with me!
“What were you doing there? “Is there a reason for you staring at me while I was taking bath?” Umera bhabi asked quietly, so her children wouldn’t hear.
“Umera bhabi, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I said. She looked at me without uttering a word.
She stayed calm still looking at me, without uttering a word. Then she shrugged her shoulders as if composing herself, ” Ok, Jawad, but take care in future, I know my behavior towards you made you do that. You do realize also that we are crossing the limit; I want you to be careful. I don’t want to involve my name with yours.”
“Umera Bhabi I’m sorry for staring at you in bathroom but I couldn’t help myself. In my bed at night I imagine what you look like naked. I had to see you! I wasn’t able to have a really good look because you hid yourself.”
She has been kind of like an elder sister to me since I was kid; she never hesitated to be alone with me. We were quite friendly; she gave me big smiles and the odd warm hug now and again. I had literally grown up before her eyes.
At the time this story evolved I was in my early twenties. Describing myself back then, I would say I was lean, slightly under developed as I never bothered about keeping fit like other guys did around me. Someone insignificant and in offensive, that was me. Sexually, I was curious, not able to make up my mind that I was.
Well, not until I began to notice Bhabi looking at me a lot more than usual. There was something in her eyes as though she was weighing me up. She was looking at me in a lingering way; it began to unnerve me a little, thinking there was something wrong with me. Then there were the touches, on my arms, or on my ass that also lingered more than what was usual. I started to feel a stirring within me, excited at her touch. I wanted to be close to her, please her so that she would touch me more.
What made it more excitable for me was that she never hesitated to give me glimpses of her ample breast even in the presence of her husband and kids. She deliberately bent forward when she knew I had my eyes on her and she would smile at me as though wanting to attract me to her beauty. She wanted me to look at her breast! Suddenly I realized this thing she was doing was sexual! She wanted me! She was enjoying teasing me! After fucking our maid Noori, had taught me about sex, but up to now I had not thought about it with Umera bhabi. When I talked with Noori about this, she told me, “little master why don’t you understand your sister-in-law want to fuck you.” Now at night, I did, I thought about my sister-in-law. Her naked body. Her arms and legs open to me, gesturing me towards her. Then I was forced to deal with my unruly erections. Thoughts of my Sister in law, my Bhabi, were giving me a hard-on!
When I knew she was teasing, I used to tease her by sucking my finger. I would slowly lick my lips and move my straight finger in and out of my mouth in a fucking motion, while pretending to be deep in thought. Our teasing was becoming more obvious. I could almost smell the heat from her loins. Our need for each other was getting critical. We were getting the hots for each other and I could think of nothing else but the need to fuck her!
Neither her husband nor her kids ever noticed what we were doing.
I was always looking at her now and she seemed ageless. Sometimes she seemed younger, mid thirties, Even at that age and no one could tell because of her cute figure. She never made any effort to control her weight. She had a bit of spare tyre around her middle, but that added to her overall attractiveness, she was a big woman, but with her round extra soft body, people often mistook her for ten years younger. More than that, people often were surprised at how she didn’t see this in herself. She had black hair without any gray, as yet. To be honest, my dear old sister-in-law was one of the tightest packages for her age. One could describe her with just two words; “sexually voluptuous.”
To a young man like me, in our culture, she was very attractive and the fact that she fancied me made her extremely attractive! Fuckable!
Her skin was still tight and shiny; her breasts were still pert, fleshy and delicious, feminine, shapely broad hips. When I checked her soiled linen basket in her bathroom as boys of my tender age often do, I found her bras and panties sizes, that she was forty inches in bust size and forty-two inch hips! Needless to say I checked out her panties for her aroma. My cock became immediately erect so I paid homage to them in the healthiest way that I knew how. Guiltily I replaced them, soaked with my sperm at the bottom of the basket.
Sorry, I got side tracked there – I thought her ass was the most beautiful ass. Sometimes I had trouble figuring what to watch when she walked. It was wondrous to look at her bum. A friend of mine was always talking about fucking ladies in their bums. Her voluptuous hips made me wonder if Bhabi would…………………? Maybe not, she has a wonderful personality, very warm and caring, but she is fairly conservative in her ways. In bed, she might just be a little more adventurous. Would she turn onto her belly for me?
The sexual teasing continued between us for some while and I was getting very impatient to get my leg over her. I always flirted mildly with her, trying to make her blush, or at least respond positively to my interest in her body, which she didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes she responded to my harmless flirtation. In fact, when we were alone I was now seeing passion for me in her eyes. She was as desperate for it as I was. Doubt and maybe some fear was holding her back, after all she was a married lady!
I never tried to sit near her but her eyes were always on me to check out what signals I was giving.
Then, one day my luck turned. I was dining with her family and Bhabi sat just opposite to me at the table. My cock stirred when I felt our feet touched but stayed there, sometimes we would move them, but they kept touching. I knew it was Bhabi and it was not accidental. She pretended not to notice, and continued to eat dinner. I admit, my head felt dizzy, and I wondered how she meant it – to play?
Actually I was shocked, because, our culture, don’t allow females to touch a male, and here she was rubbing my cock with her feet! Was she moving on me because she was scared that I was not interested in her sexually? Did she want me, that much!
Soon she gave me an erection and my cock was bursting for relief. Her toes were curling around my cock just like fingers. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t, her husband was talking to me about my work.
Finally she forced me to excuse myself from the table and I had to rush to the toilet to release myself.! I swore to myself I would fuck the ass off Bhabi when I got her into bed!
When I came out and sat back down at the table, Umera bhabi met my eyes and smiled. I had forgotten how many times I had fantasized about her while I was masturbating. How many times I did that whilst thinking about her I have lost count. I always was thinking about what her body would be like under her clothes. Stripping her naked in my mind.
Once when I called her by her name she asked me in mocking anger,
“How many times do I have to tell you? Only call on Umera Bhabi when someone else is with us.” She advised me.
” And when we are alone?”
“Then you also call me Umera Bhabi,” she said to me teasingly.
There were not any restrictions on me moving about freely in her home, so once, when I was passing by her bathroom, I heard a sound from the bathroom. Umera Bhabi was in there and she was singing. That was my luck. I found a small table and I placed it under the ventilator. Standing on the table, I gleefully saw scene, which was unforgettable! My face went white, as I saw that scene, a mature woman was, stark naked. Umera Bhabi, in all her naked glory! She was stark naked before me! There was Umera Bhabi stood completely naked, the glass steamed up I was that close to it. Oh! She was so beautiful! Her gbangfruit sized ample breasts standing proud from her chest, sporting hard and erect nipples. My greedy eyes feasted on her cunt, it was a lot bigger than Noori and my thought. Her fleshy thighs surrounded it. Such rapture! My mouth watered profusely so that saliva was trickling down my chin. She was very hairy down there, which surprised me, I never thought of her pussy being that hairy! She was standing in front a full-length mirror, bent forward slightly looking down at her cunt as she was applying hair remover on her very private parts.
Obviously, she didn’t know I was there. So I stood there watching, admiring her mature beauty for quite a few minutes, my dick rose up vertically as if hoisting the flag of sensuality. All that was left for me to see was her hips, I had always dreamed about how her full ass would look like. Soon she turned around providing me the full view of her naked body from behind. She had a large and supple arse. Her buttocks were full and round with the crack adding to her sensuality. What was real show for me was when she bent down to pick up something from the floor and so raising her ass up high. I saw her pussy and the forbidden treasure, her anal orifice! I was feeling like as if I was in heaven. I feasted on her nudity for a while and I was still watching her, thinking I was immune from discovery, that she would never see me watching her. The next moment, I heard some noises, she also became alert and then she turned round and spotted me. She looked so shocked when she saw me. Then she scrambled to cover her naked body and immediately tried to hide her breast and cunt with her hands. From her looks, I could see, she was traumatized as if ashamed of herself.
I also came out of my trance. Realizing the danger I was in of discovery from other people in the house I quickly jumped down off the table and replaced it where I got it. Then quite nonchalantly I walked back to join the others.
When she was dressed, she found me sitting in the lounge chatting with her sons, so she called me to do a favor for her and I followed her into the kitchen. Where she commenced toweling her hair dry. She was so angry with me!
“What were you doing there? “Is there a reason for you staring at me while I was taking bath?” Umera bhabi asked quietly, so her children wouldn’t hear.
“Umera bhabi, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I said. She looked at me without uttering a word.
She stayed calm still looking at me, without uttering a word. Then she shrugged her shoulders as if composing herself, ” Ok, Jawad, but take care in future, I know my behavior towards you made you do that. You do realize also that we are crossing the limit; I want you to be careful. I don’t want to involve my name with yours.”
“Umera Bhabi I’m sorry for staring at you in bathroom but I couldn’t help myself. In my bed at night I imagine what you look like naked. I had to see you! I wasn’t able to have a really good look because you hid yourself.”
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