Adultery Some Short Stories... From Internet

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Every Boy Need

"You've been very kind," Sunita murmured.

"Auntie, please don't say that. You're my best friend's mother. It's my duty to help you."

"I wish there was some way I could thank you."

"There's no need."

Sunita smiled gently, looking at the handsome nineteen-year-old youth. The same age as her son, they'd been childhood friends. How they'd grown, she thought. He wasn't a kid any more; he was a young man, confident, poised, strong and, yes, sexy. 

She looked at Vinod again with renewed interest, her pulse quickening slightly, feeling a rush of excitement, a knot in her belly. Yes, sexy, most definitely sexy. She wondered if he had any sexual experience.

It was crazy. She couldn't be thinking like this. He was her son's age, she'd known him since his infancy, she couldn't be thinking of him as a lover.

Then again, why not? She was in her late thirties, she had a sex drive and it wasn't like he was a blood relative or anything. It wouldn't be incest. 

He stood just under six feet, lean and dark with fine straight features. His shoulders were wide, the torso hard and tough with a flat belly and a broad chest. His shirt was open low and she knew he didn't have much body hair. She liked that. His hips were high and narrow and his limbs were long and muscular. She wondered if he had a sizable penis; she liked well-hung men. Certainly the bulge in his crotch was promising.

"You must be hot," she murmured. "We've been out in the sun a lot. Why don't you have a quick wash and change, you'll be more comfortable. Then I'll fix you something cool to drink."

"Thanks, I think I will," he said. "I need to bathe."

"Come, I'll show you the bath."

She led him to the servant's bath, gave him a thin towel, a cake of cheap soap, a bucket and a tumbler. 

"The door doesn't lock, by the way, but don't worry about it. There's no one else home."

"Okay." The boy didn't seem embarrassed. Evidently he trusted her.

Sunita left him. Back in the servant's room, she stripped off the bra under her blouse, dropped her panties under her sari and even dropped the petticoat, deftly re-wrapping the sari so that it tucked in on itself, wrapped around her narrow waist. She wore it low, well under her navel, just above her crotch, high on her hips. Already her breasts were turgid, her stubby nipples stiff with excitement. 

She heard the water running in the bucket, heard the splash, the slap and squelch of soap on wet flesh. Taking a deep breath, she went back to the bath, softly opened the door. He was squatting, balanced on his toes, sluicing water over his back and head with the tumbler, his back to her and she stopped for a moment, sucking in her breath in excitement as she took in the sharp V of his body, the strength of his muscles rippling under his taut skin. He hadn't stripped fully, was still in his small, tight briefs and she saw how firm and tough his buttocks were. God, she wanted him! 

She picked up the ends of her sari and folded it up, tucking it into the waist to keep the bottom from getting wet. It showed her legs to above her knees. 

"Here, let me do your back," she said, taking the tumbler from his hands. "It needs a good scrub."

"Auntie!" he gasped in shock.

"Shut up, idiot," she said in mock anger, but smiling. "How long have I known you? I cleaned your bum when you were six months old, remember?" Not waiting for a response, she began soaping his back vigorously. "There, that's better, isn't it?"

The boy succumbed. "Mm, yes. I can never reach there!"

She ran the soap over his shoulders, down his back to his waist, up again, and then began to scrub it with a damp washcloth, her body bent forward over his.

"Stand up," she said. "I'm too old to keep bending like this." Her hands were at his waist, just above his briefs. She hesitated for a second, and then took the plunge, slipping her hands into them, over his buttocks. He froze, wriggled, and tried to break free. "Stop jumping about," she snapped as if there was nothing amiss. "C'mon, take them off."

"Auntie, no!"

"Oh, don't be silly, boy! What have you to hide from me? Now do as I say! C'mon, I haven't all day!"

She felt the tension in his body. Slowly, hesitantly, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs and rolled them down. Sunita stifled a moan of excitement. She soaped his buttocks, his thighs, calves, scrubbed them, moved up again. 

"Now lift your arms, Vinod. And spread your feet."

The boy seemed to be in a daze. He raised his arms and shuffled his legs apart. Sunita moved closer, moved the soap and cloth under his buttocks, her fingertips touching his scrotum. The boy squirmed. 

She drew away, did his underarms. 

He relaxed, thought she had finished. She lathered the soap afresh in her hands and quickly slipped her arms around him, soaping his neck and chest and belly. He tensed again as her hands moved lower. He tried to break way but now she had her arms around him and it was too late. Her hands were in his crotch, her fingers moving up and down over his penis. She bit her lower lip. It was wonderful, better than she'd dared hope, at last seven inches long and thickening rapidly as she worked it.

"Oh god Auntie, no!" he groaned.

"Yes, Vinod. Do as I say. Turn around."

"Auntie, please."

"Do it, Vinod. Do it because I ask you to. Please."

Trembling, he turned around and they were face to face. He was a good head taller than her. She ran her hands over his body, down to his crotch again, caressing his now massive penis, looked up at him.

"Have you had a woman before, Vinod? Tell me. Have you?"

He looked at her, confusion, despair, fear and excitement all mingled in his eyes. "Yes," he stuttered. "Yes."

"Older than you?"

"No ... no ... not older."

"It's different with someone experienced."

"Auntie, please," he moaned. "Please don't." But his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed in her hand.

"Water."

"What?"

"Water. You need to rinse. You're all soapy."