Bengali aunt and me

[Zigspr]

It was the first time that my American cousins were to visit us in the UK, and I remember being so excited. I hadn't seen them in years and the last time we met it was in Bangladesh where the entire family from both sides of the Atlantic visited 12 years earlier.
Then it dawned on me that we would have to host them...all nine of them. I was the youngest in my family - number three son, 22 years old and the last one left in the house with my parents. We had a normal 3-bedroom semi-detached house and it would mean that there would have to be a lot of blankets on the floor upstairs and downstairs to accommodate everyone at night.
I didn't want to give up my room, but after a few heated conversations, it was decided that I would stay overnight at my Khala's flat not far from us while my cousins were here. I hated sharing my room with anyone, so I jumped at the chance. My Khala (aunty) was an ordinary-looking, almost frumpy woman. She was thickset, around 5 feet and 1 inch tall. She always had a headscarf on, and it was dbangd in front of her chest to protect her modesty. She usually wore a shelwar kameez and sometimes it was a little tight around the waist and I could see some folds of fat gathering in her clothes at the back. She had strong big buttocks that almost matched her belly in size.
She was prone to talking lots and gossiping. Her husband died many years ago, leaving her alone and childless and she could talk for the country when in the presence of others. Now in her early fifties she was resigned to staying alone forever.
The day came when my cousins turned up and I was ecstatic to see them. We spent the day talking and catching up, eating lots and having a good laugh.
My Khala had also turned up to see them and after dinner I packed my overnight bag to go to hers. Khala was waiting for me at the doorway as I came down. I apologised to her for being such a nuisance and having to stay over and she said as she had an extra spare bedroom, and that it wasn't an issue at all.
I bid my cousins and parents farewell, and my Khala and I went on our way to her flat. It was only a short drive. I parked the car in front of her flat and followed her up the three flights of stairs.
We entered her flat. It was small and quaint, with decor that was of another era. She showed me the living room, kitchen and bathroom. I casually looked around. She finally showed me the bedroom I was to stay in. There was a small double bed pushed against the wall under the window.
"Thank you, Khala. I'll be gone in the morning. We're planning on going into London for sightseeing." I said as I put my bag down on the bed.
"Think of this as your home. You can stay as long as you want." She said. "I'm going to change. Do you need the bathroom?"
"No, thank you." I said. "I'm going to change, as well."
"After you do, could you come into the living room? I just need some help bringing some papers down from the top shelf."
"Ok, Khala, no problem." I replied.
She turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door as she left.
I changed into some loose cotton bottoms and a t-shirt. I was ready to crash out having had a busy day, so I headed to the living room to help Khala quickly so I could then get to bed.
I walked into the living room and sat down waiting for Khala to come. I could hear water being turned on and off in the bathroom. After a few minutes Khala walked into the room. She was wearing a mexi dress which is a one-piece baggy dress and her hair was out. I was taken aback a bit because I had never seen her without a headscarf.
Her hair was thick and wiry and fell over her shoulders.
"It's just up there", she said as she pointed to the top of a shelf high up on the wall behind me. "Take this chair and see if you can see a blue folder."
I took the dining chair that was next to me and put it near the wall and got up onto it. I looked around the shelf but could not see a blue folder.
"Khala, it's not here." I said looking through the many documents and files on the shelf.
"Are you sure? Let me have a look." Khala said. I jumped down and stood aside as she hitched up the mexi just below her knees and attempted to get onto the chair.
I looked at her legs, she had skinny ankles that turned into thick legs that were a little hairy. She was half-way up when she suddenly stumbled and gave out a shriek. I instinctively reached out and caught her as she fell back.
"Owwww! My leg!" She yelled. I helped her to the couch, and she sat down with a bump. "Ooof, that really hurts, I'm so clumsy," she said, as she breathed heavily.
"Just sit and don't move. Ummm...I'll get something cold to put on your leg!"
I quickly went to the kitchen and found a bag of frozen veg in the freezer. I came back to the living room and found Khala sat on the couch with the mexi dress above her knees as she inspected her right leg.
She quickly put her dress down when she caught me looking at her leg.
"This will help," I said. "Put this where it hurts."
I handed the bag over to her and she put it on her inner right thigh.
"Ufffff! It's so cold!" She cried and threw the bag aside.
"Khala, tell me where it hurts." I breathed hard into my hands and rubbed them to warm them up.
She leaned back and closed her eyes shut. "It's pain all over my right leg!"
I crouched down and touched her leg around the calf. She jumped back a bit.
"Khala, I'll massage it."
"Ok..." She said tentatively.
I started massaging her leg over the mexi dress, above her ankle working up to her knee.
"Is this working?" I asked.
"Not really. The pains a bit more high up..." She said slowly.
"Khala, do you have any cream? The massage will work better," I said.
"Oh...up there on the table." She winced.
I got up and picked up the Nivea cream from the table and opened it. It was a tub and I took a big scoop out of it.
I crouched down again and put my hand with the cream under her dress and wiped the cream on her calf.
"Should I do it or can you manage?" she asked.
"I can do it, Khala, just relax."
I started massaging her calf with one hand. This isn't working I thought myself, so I put both hands under and started massaging. I could feel some hair on her leg as I did so.
"A little bit higher..." Khala said as she lay back with her eyes closed. She reached over and pulled up her dress a little.
"Here?" I asked as I worked just under her knees.
"No. No, it's above the knee", Khala said, as she pulled her dress slowly past her knees and on top on her thighs.
I looked up and couldn't believe what I was seeing. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Staring me in the face was Khala's pussy. It was bushy but I could see the lips clearly. I quickly looked up at her face, but she had her eyes closed tightly, her face facing towards the ceiling as she leaned back against the sofa.
I gently started to work my way up past her knees and started massaging her inner and outer thighs.
"Is this better?" I asked.
"Yes, the pain is there." She said sharply.
I continued to massage and inched closer and closer to her pussy. As I circled my hand on her inner thigh, I could feel my heartbeat faster. I looked at her laying back and all I could think of was how I wanted to touch her pussy.
I started massaging in bigger circles with my hands and with more force.
"That's it..." She said. Eyes still shut tightly.
I felt her legs widen just a little. Does that mean she wants me to massage deeper? I took it as a yes and started massaging just an inch away from her pussy. Again, I felt her legs widen just a bit.
I so wanted to touch her pussy!
My hands were full of the Nivea cream and I as I came around for another pass near her pussy, I went just a little further and brushed against her pussy lips. She gave a quite gasp but I felt her open her legs slightly more. This emboldened me to brush against her pussy lips again. As I massaged her, I kept touching her pussy on each pass.
"Is this ok, Khala?" I asked.
"Yes." Came her quick reply.
As I massaged, I could feel some wetness on her pussy.
"There's some pain higher," she said, eyes still closed.
"Here?" I asked as I pushed the tip of my finger in between her juicy pussy lips.
"Yes..." She replied quietly.
"Khala, can I suggest something?" I asked. "If I apply some more heat it might help."
"Ummm...ok...thank you...yes, it would help" Khala said,
I took a deep breath and leant closer to her inner thigh and breathed hard. She quivered as she felt the hot breath fall on her. I took another deep breath and went up a little until my face was close to her pussy. I breathed hard again, making sure that some of the hot air fell onto her pussy. I looked up and saw Khala inching her dress higher with her right hand, so her pussy was in full view now and her left hand was over her eyes, covering them shut.
I pondered for a few seconds to what it meant, and then took another deep breath, and this time I breathed straight onto her pussy. I saw her squirm a little and she opened her legs wider.
I paused for a moment and then gently put my mouth on to her hairy pussy. She gave a shudder but kept her legs open. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick the outside of her pussy lips slowly. My tongue found the opening to her pussy and I licked inside tasting her juices and swallowed them.
I heard Khala moan softly, which spurred me on.
"What are you doing?" she said quietly.
I took my tongue out of her pussy and started licking her pussy lips again. I didn't mind the hair. It made me even hornier for some reason. By this time, my cock was throbbing.
"Khala?" I said, in between the licks.
"Mmmmm?" She moaned in response.
"Stand up and turn around."
She did so immediately without even asking why. She didn't look at me but just looked at the floor while she got and turned around.
I lifted up her dress above her ass and pushed her gently forward so she could kneel on the sofa.
"Bend down..." I said.
She put both arms on top of the rear of the sofa and put her head down and knelt on the sofa seat in a doggy position.
I started massaging her big, naked ass. I could see that she had hair around her asshole as I spread her butt cheeks apart with my massage. I couldn't help myself and as I went in closer and held her butt cheeks apart I started kissing her asshole. She jolted, but I held firmly onto her ass. I licked her hole and wondered how far I can take this. I pointed my tongue and pushed slowly into her asshole. I could feel Khala clench her butt cheeks but I kept going, spreading her hole wider. I thrust my tongue in and out of her asshole and I could feel her start to move in rhythm with my tongue thrusts. I touched her up and down her legs as I fucked her asshole with my tongue. She was moaning and breathing heavily.
All of a sudden the phone rang on the table next to us. It snapped me out of my horniness and brought me back to reality. What the fuck was I doing licking my Khala's asshole and pussy?! I could get into all the trouble on the world if this came out. I stopped, stood up and took a step back. I covered Khala's ass with the dress and tentatively said: "Are you ok, Khala? Is the pain gone?"
She was quiet for a few seconds but it seemed an eternity to me, but then said: "umm...yes...it's ok now...the pain is gone...ummm...ok."
She was still in a doggy position on the sofa and didn't attempt to move from there, probably because she was so embarrassed.
"Khala, I'm off to bed. Goodnight." I said quickly and started immediately for the door. I quickened my pace after I left the room, opened the door to the bedroom I was to stay the night and got in.
I closed the door and put an ear to it. I could hear some movement on the other side and a couple of floorboards creaking. I heard a light switch go and saw the light seeping through beneath my door turn off. Khala must have gone to her room.
All I could think about is how much trouble I'll get into when everyone found out what had happened. Khala was a gossiper and couldn't keep anything in!
I walked over to the bed in the dark and sat down on the edge thinking about what had just happened.