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I left Aparna's house without answering the questions Sumon had in his head. It was still raining by the time Aparna dropped me home, though not as much. Heading inside I went straight to my bedroom, discarding all clothes into the laundry hamper and jumped into bed. Covering myself with a blanket, I left the window of the room open, wanting to hear the sound of rain while thinking of what I'd just done with my Sister's son.

The logical part of my brain knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement, crossing my legs in pleasure from memories of the encounter. Regardless, it was better to listen to the logical parts of your head through these moments, and I decided that it was going to be a one-time thing and never again. Sumon's a young guy, and like any other guy, he should have a girlfriend his own age rather than a woman 14 years his older.

For the next couple of weeks, I avoided Aparna's place as much as I could. This one time my phone rang at home, and it was Sumon calling me from his personal number. I didn't pick his call, but found out the next day it had been Aparna calling from his number, with her own phone being on charge. It was then I considered that maybe my complete distancing was an overreaction, and I headed to Aparna's the next day just like old times. But after what had transpired between Sumon and I, I immediately picked up on how his behavior towards me had changed. The 18 year old that was once a complete dumb around me was now no longer nervous when we talked. And then there were the 'accidental' touches.

He'd let his hand make contact with my ass whenever I'd pass by him, or he'd reach across the counter I was standing at to grab something and let his forearm rub against my breasts. There were many other examples of such 'accidental' touches that I said nothing to, but then there was the staring... I tried to act like nothing had happened between us, but the way he stared at my cleavage through my low-cut tops, my ass in pretty much anything I'd wear and even the look he'd have on his face staring at mine wasn't helping me forget anything.

One night Aparna invited me to have dinner at her's. While she prepared things in the kitchen, I'd taken a seat at the dining table when Sumon came over and took one right adjacent to mine. At first I thought of making up an excuse and leaving, before coming back and taking a different seat away from him. But then I let it go, choosing to remain seated where I was. I was trying to normalize things, and sitting next to my Sister's son was normal.
A minute later, I felt his hand on my thigh. I didn't look at him, just pushed his hand away, but a minute later he placed it right back. Before I could push it away this time, he pulled my dress up, running his fingers along the smooth skin of my thigh before resting his hand on it again, bare this time.

I should've felt revolted, or even angry. My decision to not let anything like what had happened that rainy day happen ever again was final, but I couldn't stop him. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I liked his touch. I liked the way his hard hand felt against the softness of my toned thigh. I liked the way his hands felt on me. I tried to snap out of it, about to move him away once again, but he started a to and fro motion, lightly stroking the skin of my thigh, before moving to cusp its inner aspect and squeezing. I held back a gasp, my body completely still and mouth slightly agape. If this kept going, I didn't know how much longer I could stay in control of my restraint.
"Sumon, please stop it..." I whispered.
"Why?" he asked, his hand still feeling my thigh.
"Because it's not okay for you to touch me like that. It's not... good." I replied, not knowing why I wasn't just pushing his hand away.
"You say it's not good, but I think it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." He'd changed, and he'd changed fast. He was no longer that innocent, shy Sumon I knew for so long, and that snapped me back to reality.

"I don't care what you think of it, it was a mistake. Now keep your hands away from me," I said and finally pushed him away.
"You're asking me to stop, but that day you wanted me to touch you. You made me touch you, and I know you liked it," Sumon was being vulgar, more vulgar than I'd ever seen him be or even thought he had in him. But he was telling the truth.
He had now stopped feeling me up, and deep inside I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I wanted him to keep touching me, despite by protests, but I knew it to be wrong. So I stayed silent, ending the encounter when Aparna came to the table with freshly cooked food and the three of us had dinner together.
Over dinner, Aparna told us that next week she'd be heading out of town for an office thing, and asked if I could stay over at her place and look out for Sumon while she's gone. My heart immediately fluttered at this, and Sumon and I exchanged glances. I saw a little smile creep up his lips, clearly overjoyed at the proposal but managing to hide it well. I, meanwhile, felt very worried. A few days alone with Sumon were definitely not a good idea, especially now that I was trying to set some boundaries and distance with him.

I thought over it, searching my head for ways to decline, but what she was asking for was entirely reasonable. I'd already stayed over at their place so many a times, and she'd feel completely at ease entrusting her son to her Sister. We shared the same workplace so I couldn't lie about a work-commitment without her catching on. My mind tried coming up with more potential excuses but alas, I couldn't say no to Aparna.

The rest of the entire week I stayed away from Aparna's place. My mind was consistently filled with nervous thoughts of how I would handle this, how I'd shut Sumon down when he'd inevitably try to make advances again, and how I had to stay steadfast in my decision of our first encounter also being the last. At the same time, I hated that I also felt a little excited. I didn't want to, but every time memories of our encounter would enter my head, a chill would run up my spine and a jolt of arousal between my legs. Thoughts of the way he'd played with my thigh at the dinner table brought out the same feelings, and before I knew it, the day had arrived.

I got a call from Aparna that evening, telling me she was leaving soon and that I should come over. I dropped my daughter at my parent’s house and I packed my clothes, spending a little more time than I would have liked deciding on the lingerie. I wanted to pick out the least racy options, telling myself mentally that I'd have no reason to throw anything sexy on through my stay there. My decision to not let anything like last time happen again with Sumon was, of course, final.

Seeing me enter the house, Sumon smiled like he'd won something. Up above I was wearing a sleeveless, plain black  top, which did a great job at hiding most of the cleavage the lacy black bra I had on underneath left in the open, but also fit very snugly around my well-endowed bust. Down below I had on a pair of form-hugging, dark blue jeans. This was a casual outfit for me, and I'd dressed similarly hundreds of times when visiting Aparna's before. But with the way Sumon was mentally undressing my body, hungrily eyeing my chest and ass as soon as I entered, I felt as if I were completely naked. I sighed before making my way to Aparna's room, hugging her then helping her pack. Sumon followed and just stood near the bed, staring at my chest. I realized when I saw myself in the mirror that the upper edge of my bra had popped out after I'd bent over to place clothes in Aparna's suitcase earlier, and that's what Sumon had been staring at. I quickly readjusted it, returning my focus to the packing.
"I'm going to miss my flight aren't I?" Aparna said worriedly, stuck on double checking if she'd packed according to the list of things she'd made.
"Oh come on, I think we're done. I double checked already and you're all set." I reassured her with a smile.

"Yeah, I hope so." She replied, taking a look at her luggage a final time.
"I should leave now. Okay, Sumon, I'll be back in just a couple of days. Be nice to Aunt Aparna, and take as much care of her as she does of you." Aparna hugged Sumon, who looked at me and smiled, clearly understanding the double-entendre of her words. I didn't return the smile, not wanting to put any more thoughts in his head than there already were. We picked up her luggage and moved it out and into the waiting cab.
"Please take care of everything." Aparna said, turning to me and hugging me goodbye.
"Don't worry about anything. Now go, or you actually will miss that flight." I hugged her back.
Aparna left, and we waved her goodbye. Sumon headed back into the house as soon as the taxi turned the corner of the street, while I stayed outside, once again nervous and not knowing what to expect.

I stayed for a bit longer before sighing, telling myself that I'm a big girl and can handle this. Accepting the situation and brushing aside the million thoughts in my head, I moved towards the door, stepping back inside. The entry to the house was into its TV lounge, and I saw Sumon standing in the center of it, waiting for me. I turned to lock the door, and as soon as I did, I felt a pair of arms reach forward from behind and immediately latch onto my tits.
Sumon was hugging me from behind, his hands squeezing my tits before he drove his crotch into my jeans-clad ass, pressing against it.
"Sumon... what are you doing?" Even though I was expecting something of the sort, how quickly and abruptly he made his move still managed to surprise me.
"I'm in love with you. You're so beautiful. You're all I've thought about ever since that day." Sumon pressed his lips against my shoulder and started kissing his way to my neck.

His grip on my tits was tight, which I didn't know was intentional or an attempt of just trying to hold me. I'd already made up my mind to end it all, but hearing his words and feeling the way his hands, lips and body felt on mine, I closed my eyes, reminding myself how wrong it was to divert my attention from how good it felt.
"Sumon, please..." I said, but made no move to push him away. "This isn't right..."
"I won't tell anyone about it, I promise." Sumon replied before further tightening his hug.
Meanwhile, his fingers grabbed the  hem of my top and pulled it up, revealing my black brassiere and the canyon of cleavage inside it. He ran his fingers over the bare skin of my breasts left uncovered by the cups, before taking a firm hold of them again, squeezing and fondling the soft tissue.
The way he was handling my breasts and the way his body was tightly pressed up against mine was making me wet again. I fought to hold myself back from moaning, remaining determined in not wanting this to proceed.

"Sumon! Please just listen to me!" I finally said, a bit firmly this time, and he loosened his grip and pulled himself away.
I turned around, unbothered by the fact that my tits were hanging out in the open covered only by a bra, with an expanse of cleavage for his eyes to feast on. But he didn't feast. He didn't look down at all. His eyes were locked onto mine and before I could say anything else, he moved forward and planted his lips on mine.
I tried to push him away, but he instead pushed me back against the door. I tried to push him away again, but he wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer and bringing his other hand to lightly cup my face. I pushed his hand away, but he brought it right back, still kissing me the entire time. I tried pushing again, but he was relentless. Another push, and another, but each one was weaker than the last and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
His tongue entered my mouth and I let out the moan I'd been holding back this time, pushing my own back into his. Soon my arms that were just moments earlier trying to separate us were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer while his hand that was on my face made its way back down to cup my right breast and squeeze it. His other hand he'd placed on my back moved down to grab my ass as our kisses grew harder and sloppier.

Things were a lot more passionate this time. I could tell from the way he kissed and touched me that he wasn't lying about how he felt, he really did have feelings for me. But those feelings weren't love, they were lust, which only further drove him on when his hand cupping my chest slid inside the bra and he started fondling my bare breast, grazing its nipple with his palm. His body against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands all over me, it was starting to feel good to the same point I'd lost control in the last time. He pushed me further into the door, and when I felt his erection pressing into my lower abdomen, memories of his cock and what we'd done the last time came flooding into my brain. And that did it. I lost control again. Where just moments ago I was ready to close this entire ordeal once and for all, I was now instead ready to have my clothes ripped off and let my Sister's son do whatever he wanted with me.

But part of me held back. It was wrong. He was my Sister's son. The Sister that had entrusted me to take care of her son while she went out of town, and this kind of taking care of isn't what she'd meant at all. I wouldn't just be betraying Aparna's trust, I'd also be reaffirming to Sumon that he had a chance with a woman much older than him, rather than diverting his attention to finding a girlfriend his own age he could be happy with. It was just one wrong after another. If I were to go through with this again, I had to find a way to justify it. But the things he was doing to me were too distracting. I had to think, I had to...
It finally hit me. The justification I was looking for.

Just one more time, and then, never again?
We already had our tongues in each other's mouths. He already had his hand feeling my bare tits, with his other planted firmly on my ass. His hard cock was already pressing into my body. Just one more time wouldn't hurt, would it? I could justify one more time, couldn't I? The first time I didn't tell him anything about this being a one-time thing. Maybe it was my fault that he'd been feeling this way this entire time. Maybe I'd led him on to the point where all he could think about was me, and the things he'd like to do to my body again. Any guy would anticipate sex again if the first time went so unbelievably good, wouldn't he? Then why would Sumon be any different?
I had to take responsibility. That was my justification. I had to take responsibility for maybe having led him on by not declaring the first time to be the last. I had to let him get all that anticipation out of his system. It wasn't for me, it was for him. Of course it was. Yes, he was making me extremely wet and horny, and all I wanted in the moment was to get on my knees for him and suck his cock till he shot another wad of cum straight into my mouth. Yes, I wanted to drag him to the bedroom and get on all fours for him, taking his cock deep inside my wet cunt and letting him rail me while I thrust my ass out for him, cumming again and again on the end of his cock. Yes, I wanted all that. But this was still about him, not about me, right? It was, and I'd found the justification I was looking for to help make my decision...
I was going to let him fuck me again.

One last time.
And then I'd tell him it was the last time. And then it would be over.
I stopped kissing him, pushing him away. Breathing heavily, I pulled off my tank top and threw it on the floor, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders right after. I wanted his mouth on my tits again, and I looked at Sumon impatiently. He was staring at my once-again naked breasts, giving my eyes a quick glance before moving forward and diving in. He immediately grabbed both breasts and started taking turns sloppily sucking on each nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure, still breathing heavily.
I pushed him back again, reaching for the lower hem of his shirt to pull it off of him. He grabbed it with me and discarded it on the floor, bending forwards to hungrily lap at my tits again.
"Yes..." I moaned softly. "Suck on those tits..." I continued, when the realization hit me that we were still at the front door of the house. "Wait, wait..." I asked him to stop.
Sumon pulled back, having forgotten to breathe while attacking my tits and now breathless as a result. He thought I was having second thoughts again, and that I'd told him to stop as means of ending things. I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine before leading us to the bedroom once again. Aparna had told me that I could set myself up and sleep wherever I felt comfortable, be it her room or the guest room she'd prepared. But for what Sumon and I were about to do... I preferred to fuck him in the same bed we'd first done it in.

I opened the door with Sumon right behind me. As soon as we entered I heard the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. I followed suit, bending forward and pulling down my jeans, my bent-over ass on full display for him as I slid them off. I looked back at him and caught him hungrily eyeing my body, a small smile forming on my lips in anticipation of what he'd get to do to it in just a moment. Seeing his massive cock all hard and ready for me, I climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and looking back at Sumon again.
I raised my ass for him, arching my back and lowering my head near the sheets before whispering just loud enough for him to hear me.
"Fuck me."
I felt my heart beat faster as he moved closer and planted one hand on my ass, using the other to rub my pussy as his cock settled between the crack of my cheeks. I moaned when he began to rub on my clit, while he involuntarily thrust between my crack for a stroke or two. I looked back at and saw him straining from the sight and feel of my bent over ass.

I just hoped he could handle it. Most guys I'd slept with in the past couldn't and would cum too fast in this position, but Sumon wasn't afraid to try. Having thrusted enough of his cock between my cheeks to his liking, he tightened the grip on my ass with one hand while using the other to guide the tip into my pussy. And then he pushed, and I felt him enter me for the second time.

A throaty moan escaped my lips as soon as he slid the first couple inches in. He had a girthy fucking cock, and he was stretching my pussy open with it again. From how wet I was, he didn't have too much trouble and now using both hands to grab onto my ass, he slowly pushed all the way inside.
I felt so full, and it felt so fucking good. I felt like I was about to cum already, and he hadn't even started fucking me yet. And that's when Sumon slowly pulled back till only the first two inches of his hard cock remained inside, and thrust forward.

The first thought that entered my head as soon as he started fucking me was that I was going to cum. Sumon, my Sister's son, was going to make me cum on his perfect cock within seconds of being inside me. The second thought that entered my head was a far more worrisome one.
How was I going to give this up?

I didn't have time to ponder the answer as just another few thrusts later, I buried my face into the sheets and howled. I was coming. Sumon was making me cum. My Sister's son was making me cum within just seconds of fucking me while I bent forward on all fours for him in her bed. My body shook and trembled violently, my back arched further and I outstretched my arms, clasping the bedsheets. The entire time, Sumon kept thrusting, fucking me through the orgasm.


After what felt like a full minute, I finally started to come back down. That orgasm was much stronger than the one he'd given me the first time with his fingers, and I breathed heavily in its aftermath. Still feeling amazing from Sumon's long, deep strokes, I pulled myself back into position, once again forming that perfect arch and thrusting my ass further out for him to ram his cock into.

"I'd always... fantasized..." Sumon said under heavy breaths, fucking me at a steady pace. "... about doing this."
"Mmm..." I moaned, turning to look back at him with bedroom eyes. "You mean bending me over and fucking me doggy?"
"Yes... this... this is so..." Sumon replied, trying to manage his breath as he used my tight, wet pussy to stroke the full length of his cock. "... hot."
I giggled, turning back around and letting him pummel my pussy.
"I always..." Sumon again tried to say something.

"Shh, baby," I said, looking back at him once again. "Don't talk. Just keep fucking me."
Sumon heeded my advice, and didn't say anything after that. On one particularly deep stroke a loud moan escaped my lips, and Sumon tightened his grip on my ass. With it, he started to pull my ass back into his thrusts, upping the intensity of the fucking. I could hear him gasping and groaning, then suddenly, he increased the pace.
Sumon started fucking me faster and harder, and I joined him in groaning and gasping at the receiving end of his cock. His cock was huge, and I could handle only about a minute more of the increased intensity when I came again. My pussy contracted on his dick, edging his cock even tighter, and Sumon had to stop thrusting to keep himself from coming. He let me ride through my orgasm with the full length of his hard cock buried fully inside me. I'd told him the first time I rode him to not cum inside, and I was proud of him for remembering that and pausing his thrusts to hold back. Once I came back down from my second orgasm, I asked him to pull out.
He did and I turned around, climbing off the bed and planting a deep kiss on his mouth, before pushing him onto it. With his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, I dropped to my knees and scooted myself between them.

I wanted to suck his dick again.

While the first time I'd questioned each decision before taking it, it wasn't the case this time. I was immensely horny despite having cum twice, and I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I also wanted to reward him for not coming inside me at a time I was too preoccupied with my own orgasm to remind him not to. Sumon looked down at me between his legs from the bed, and I smiled widely at him, grabbing onto his cock and wrapping my lips around it.
He groaned in pleasure and his head fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as I began to bob my head up and down his length and stroked the lower half. He raised his head again, the sight of me sucking his cock too good to miss, and I gave him a show. Pulling my mouth off of him, I spat on his cock, rubbing the saliva from the root of his dick to the head, before guiding him back to my mouth but removing my hand from his shaft this time. We stared in each other's eyes as I thrust my head forward, taking his cock deeper inch by inch till he entered my throat, continuing my descent till I took all eight inches of him and his balls rested against my chin.
"Oh, fuck, Masi..." Sumon moaned, the pleasure and the sight too much. His cock twitched in my throat, and I knew he was close. I pulled back and throated his length a couple more times before bringing my hand back to his shaft and returning to the sucking and stroking combination. Sumon's face was straining at this point, and he finally groaned out loud. "I'm gonna cum."

I quickly pulled back and rested his cockhead onto my outstretched tongue again, opening wide for him and vigorously stroking his length. Just as he'd said, Sumon's cock twitched a final time and thick, creamy jets of cum began exiting his slit onto my tongue and into my mouth. I caught all of it, continuing to stroke his dick as he pumped out rope after rope of cum. I placed one hand on his balls and felt them contract with each ejaculation. Sumon had shot about eight streams of cum into my mouth already, but his balls still felt so full. I smiled with an open mouth, knowing we'd have to go at least another round or two to completely empty these balls. And I wasn't going to let this 'last time' conclude till I'd done exactly that.

With my mouth full and the cock in my hands still pumping cum, I let Sumon watch as I quickly swallowed his thick, creamy semen before parting my mouth open for more. And he was happy to give me more, firing off a few more shots before the streams started to die down. The thought from earlier on how I was going to give this up entered my head again. Sumon was producing, shooting and making me swallow amounts of cum no other man ever had. Whether he naturally came a lot or it was the excitement of finally getting to fuck the woman he'd lusted after his entire life, I didn't know. Regardless, it was enough to make me question again how I was ever gonna give this up.

I pumped the last few streams into my waiting mouth and swallowed again, closing my mouth around his head to clean it of any residue before finally pulling away. Sumon collapsed back onto the bed, his reason for keeping himself arched up on his elbows to watch now concluded. He was breathing heavily, and so was I. This was some of the hottest sex I'd ever had, and it was with an eighteen year old. I was fourteen years older than him, with vastly more experience, and yet he'd satisfied me better than anything I could have possibly expected.

Lost in the trail of that thought, my mind snapped back to reality when his cock twitched. I'd been staring into nothingness when I noticed Sumon was up on his elbows, looking down at me again. But that wasn't all I noticed, and I gasped.
"You're still hard..." I said to him, glaring at the massive cock in front of me still standing completely erect.
"You're the hottest woman I've ever seen." He said, and for the first time since the aftermath of our first encounter, I sensed that shyness I'd always known him for to have found its way back in his voice.

My heart fluttered, and I smiled widely. I'd begun to think from the way he'd been acting the past few weeks that our first time had changed him forever, that gone was the innocent, shy Sumon I always adored so much. But I could tell from his words and demeanor now that he'd been putting on an act. Maybe he thought he'd come off as more 'manly' and that I'd want him more because of that. Or maybe he was just nervous and the nerves made him act not like his usual self. But none of it mattered, since he was still there, and I stopped feeling subconsciously guilty for having taken him away forever.

The way he nervously looked at me, and the shyness with which he'd called me the hottest woman ever, it was just so damn cute. And with his cock all hard and ready for me again, I found myself climbing onto the bed, grabbing his face and passionately kissing him. He ran his hands over my body as I did, groping the thickness of my ass and greedily groping my tits. I pushed him further into the center of the bed, sitting on his waist and raising myself, before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding him inside me again.

So again, I was on top of Sumon with his full length buried deep inside me. I started riding him, and he reached forward to grab onto my tits as I quickly upped the intensity. I rode him hard and vigorously, bouncing on his cock with the both of us groaning in pleasure. Soon I came again, grinding my ass into his crotch and biting my hand to keep from screaming, shaking violently on top of him. Sumon let go of my tits and grabbed the sides of my hips, raising me up before meeting me on the descent down, manually fucking me through my orgasm.

Once I started to come down I fell on his chest, my body exhausted from its third intense orgasm. Sumon quickly rolled us over and started pounding my pussy with deep, long strokes. He watched as I lay limp in the throes of pleasure, my big tits bouncing with every thrust and my toned body undulating underneath him. The sight of it was too much for him, as he pulled his cock out and climbed further up the bed, stroking his now free shaft and shooting a second massive load of cum all over my tits.
He absolutely painted them, firing off an initial six to seven ropes that covered the entire expanse of both breasts, cum dribbling down my cleavage. Some shots ricocheted off my tits into the bedsheets, as he made sure to cover my rack thoroughly, landing a good fat dollop on each nipple and even getting some on my neck.
When he was done, he collapsed back into the bed, breathing heavily with sweat on his forehead. I surveyed his work, and my tits really were just absolutely doused with his semen. It was probably another one of his life-long fantasies, since I didn't remember asking him to cum on them. Another one off the list, I thought, before snaking my fingers through the web of cum on my breasts and guiding them into my mouth, letting him watch me taste him again

I went back for seconds and then thirds, before spreading the cum into my tits like a lotion and just licking my palms clean. Sumon watched completely transfixed as I played with and ate his cum again, the sight of it and my tits while I lay on my back, stacked on each other and covered in a sheen of his semen, making his cock start to harden a third time.

I looked at him and smiled, realizing he remembered to not cum inside again. Which itself was bizarre, that I'd found myself in a situation where I was proud of my Sister's son for shooting his massive load of cum on me and not in me at all. I'd never thought all those years watching him grow up that one day I'd be laying next to him in his mother's bed, cooling down after two bouts of intense fucking and a blowjob, with a fresh sheen of his cum all over my chest. Not in a million years, yet here we were.

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