the lustful dream-giver 1.1/2

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the lustful dream-giver 1.1/2″What happened ?” asked mom “Nothing” I replied, “Finish that lemon tea and do your college assignments” , “I’ll do it in the evening” I said. “No, Grandma will be visiting today. I want you to finish your assignments, because you won’t get time later”, “I’ll do it later, its not that important. I have until next week” I revolted . Mom gave me this look, I knew what was coming next, so i slowly started moving towards my room, suddenly my door-bell rang. “who is it ?” i asked myself. At this point there was thousands of questions going through my head, I was mentally trying to figure out how to fix this, if this becomes a problem. I was referring to the book. if neeta aunty found the book she might come home with the book, I won’t be able explain neeta aunty how the book got there, I wouldn’t be able to explain mom how this book was still here if I returned it and the worst part how did it reach neeta aunties bedroom. If rohan came to get the book himself, I won’t be able to explain mom where I was all these time and where is the book now. Mom opened the door and said “hey what happened are you OK ?”. Who is it ?, I was asking myself. the other person was talking very softly so I was not able to make out who it was. “I’ll ask him” she said and looked at me while opening the door widely. Yup that was neeta aunty, I screwed up big-time, what do i do ? what do i do ?. Mom asked me something but i wasn’t paying attention, she asked again, i wasn’t there, mentally. i was thinking of all those consequences that was going to follow. My mom shouted “are you day-dreaming ?”, “No” i said, “what did i tell you when I gave you that food, didn’t I specifically tell you to hand it over to aunty”. i was like “why ? what happened ?”. she asked again “Where did you leave the food ?”. i replied “In the kitchen, aunty was sleeping so i didn’t wake her up, I left the food in the kitchen”. She didn’t know who left the food so she came checking if it was us or someone else. It was a great relief. “Do you know how to tune a color TV ?” asked neeta aunty. “Yes” i replied, “can you please help me find a channel ?” she asked with a smile. “I said yes”, “can i borrow him for a while” she asked my mother to which my mother nodded. I followed her to her living room “you can find the TV-remote near that flower-vase, please make yourself comfortable , by the time you fix this i will empty and clean your food-container, I said “OK”. As soon as she moved into the kitchen “I went into her room looking for the book”, thankfully i found it as soon as i osmaniye escort entered the room, I quickly slide the book under my t-shirt and returned back quickly into the living room and started finding that channel she asked for, that was my “Ethan hunt” moment. I was like a spy agent so quick, “Nicely done” I said to myself. “Did you find it ?” she asked, to which i replied “Not yet, It is usually after the discovery channel”. “OK, how many channels do I have ?” she asked. i said “close to 100, there it is, didn’t I tell you its usually after the discovery channel, do you want me to switch this with other channel let say on 7th or 8th position”. “can we do that ?” she asked with a surprised face. I said yes, we can. i’m replacing it with 7 . She said “Thank you”. I said “no problem aunty, I asked her “Was that all ?”, to which she replied “yes, thank you so much for your help”, I started walking towards the door when she stopped me “Hey wait, I think you left your book here before, let me get it for you”. I was like “holy fuck”. she went into her room “It was here on my dressing table, i’m sure I kept it here” she kept saying from inside her room. “I quickly pulled the book from under my t-shirt and kept it on her dining table”, she came out of the room with a question mark on her face “there it is, she said pointing her finger towards the table”. “Oh i left it here, I was searching for it everywhere. I may have forgotten it here when I came to deliver the food” quickly explaining myself. I left there saying a “Thank you”. This one was very close, I thought i was caught but somehow i steered-passed this situation. I came outside her house, hid the book under my t-shirt and went inside my house enjoying every moment of my victory, there was one more thing that was needed to be take care of “I called rohan over the phone and promised him to give him the book tomorrow” to which he agreed. I felt like I was a good problem-solver, thinking on my feet, maybe i was never put in such situations before, even though it was my victory, I promised myself to never do this again.Days passed, i had forgotten how neeta aunties boob felt like, the taste I got in my mouth whenever i sucked on her tits, I was missing it very badly but i didn’t wanted to put myself in that situation again, this was something i promised myself and I wanted to hold on to it, “control” I would say to myself whenever i got urges. I stopped my Sunday routine and started focusing more on other things. It was a Thursday evening , mom and dad were niğde escort out for something and i was home-alone, I hadn’t masturbated for months, it was like i had forgotten how it felt like. So I took this opportunity to get my sexual release, I didn’t have a porn CD so i was imagining sexual things I would do to someone and masturbating, it wasn’t doing anything for me as I was not able to concentrate. I knew there was something at my disposal the memories of neeta aunty, i knew that would finish this instantly but i was too afraid to think about her, I knew once I start I won’t be able to stop. “screw this” I said to myself and closed my eyes, I started imagining neeta aunty sleeping fully naked on my bed, I got an instant erection, i started imagining that i was fingering her and started stroking my dick, I was about to reach my climax but i was stopped by a door-bell. this is the worst feeling in the world, when you are about to explode and someone interrupts you. I tucked my dick inside my pants and opened the door, it was neeta aunty. “is this a dream, am I fucking dreaming right now” I said to myself. “Are you free? can you please help me ?” she asked. I said “Sure, what is it”. “I need to re-arrange my living room, can you please help me” to which i replied “okay” and followed her to her living room.We need to move this “dining table” to that corner and that sofa and flower-table to this side, i need to make room for my new showcase, we slowly started moving all the chairs to the other side and once that was done we moved the dining-table, next was to get the sofa to the other side. She bend-over to hold it from its leg, “oh my old friend, its been a while said my dick and gave a standing ovation to her titties”, I instantly got a hard-on and it was noticeable so i started thinking about other things and unknowing knocked over the flower vase, it was a crystal vase so it broke instantly. “Its OK, Don’t move. you may step on broken glass pieces, wait a minute i will clean it first”. I stood there without making any movement, she started removing the broken glass pieces off the floor and thereby giving me a clear view of her titties, i wanted to grab them. “Control” i said to myself and started adjusting my underwear to hide my hard-on, which she saw and smiled. She took away the broken pieces and then later we moved the sofa. we were done with all the arrangements, “Alright aunty, I’m leaving” , “what’s the rush ? let me get you a milk shake, sit for a while”. I sat on the sofa, she had already made the edirne escort shake, she brought it to me. “It’s good, is chocolate your favorite flavor?” i asked her to which she said “yes”. “Do you have a girlfriend” she asked with a curious face. I was like “where is this coming from?”. I said “No” to which she followed up “Why Not ?”, “Never found anyone good” i replied. She patted on my thighs and went into the kitchen “Is she hitting on me ?” I asked myself, everything checks-out, the inappropriate question, the inappropriate touching, maybe she wants it too, but how should i approach her, what if i misunderstood her, what if she’s not signaling me. She called out my name and asked me to come inside the kitchen, I went there, she asked me if i can grab a utensil from the upper compartment of the kitchen shelf. i stood up on the stool, it had a uneven leg so it started shaking when i climbed on it, she quickly grabbed and leaned on the stool to provide support, my foot was right in front of her tits so i slowly pretended to reach the utensil and touched her tits with my toes, she didn’t move and i was enjoying this for a while. I took advantage of this situation and stamped on her boob thereby crushing the boob on the stool. “ouch” she screamed. “what happened ? ” I asked pretending I was unaware of what happened, she smiled and said “Nothing”. “Oh she is enjoying it too” I said to myself, I took the utensil from the top compartment and handed it to her, while getting down off the stool I took support on her shoulder and brushed her boob with my left hand, she didn’t smile but I could say that she was a bit uncomfortable but I was horny as fuck, I lost control and squeezed her boobs twice, she smiled and said “what are you doing”, “its very soft, can i squeeze them again, please”, she said “no”, “Only once please”, she didn’t say anything so i went ahead and squeezed them anyways. She smiled and said “hey stop it, you are very naughty”. I squeezed them again, she slapped on my hand. “Can i see them ?” I asked. “No” she said, she was getting a bit irritated so i didn’t wanted to disobey her, i was pleading her to show it, she kept denying my request. then at last i asked her at least show me one, she made this face that she was fed-up and started unzipping her top, she warned me “no touching”, to which i agreed, my dick was paining in my tight pants but nothing affected me because this was like a dream come true, she undid the bra and gave me a peak of her right boob, I lost control and grabbed her boob and started sucking on it, she started pushing me away, by then my dick had threw up in my pants. I pushed her against the kitchen counter and started pressing the left boob and sucking on the right. She somehow managed to push me away, she said “enough, go home now”, she looked very angry so I walked away quickly…To Be Continued…

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