I dreamed of fucking her even more than the girls at school, the cute teachers at school, even the hottest models or porn queens.
But through it all Aunty and I continued to grow in our relationship.
Later that summer, I was in my bedroom, when I looked out the window and saw my Aunty and the next-door neighbor lying on the grass between our houses. My cock sprung to life and I stroked right there, on my bed, behind my curtains, peeking out with my free hand at the delicious female flesh in view.
I spent more time with her than my friends in my senior year in high school.
But I was certain to never let her know my utter and total lust for her. We moved to Delhi and Aunty bought a really nice house - her new job as General Manager at an MNC paid through the nose for her talents. Luckily, Aunty had no problem with my idea, and she even said that a year off was a good idea - it would give me time to plan my future.
I am Kashif from Karachi , and here with my true story called Making Love to Aunty.
Ever since my uncle divorced her when I was ten, I had grown closer to my Aunty.
I've got to let you know what my Aunty looks like before I go on.