My Name is Ravi. I am 23 years old now. This happened to me when I was 18. That time I was looking for a job after my college. I was staying in my Mom's sister's (Aunt) house in the city attending interviews. My Uncle is a Sales Representative. He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunt was 28 years old that time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are really huge and those two can not be kept with in her Bra and Blouse. Most of the time when she is doing household work her saree can not cover her big boobs and her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs. Her tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy.

All the males seeing her will definitely dreams about meeting her nude in a bed and fucking her real hard. No exceptions. Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But couldn't resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she is so sexy and her body is well shaped. One Friday morning I was sitting in my Bedroom and reading a Sex magazine I got it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour. (as usual). Aunt yelled "Ravi , can you help me?I have to go to the Groceries."

I went down the hall to her room. She was standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on was her black skirt and white bra. Aunt 's got a pretty good figure. It's complimented by her beautiful hair. She's average height (I'm a little taller now), with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door. "Come here and hook this will you? I'm late." She turned her back to me, still holding the ends of the bra straps.

I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering. I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries. That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that.

That too my fantasy lady. That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did. She asked, "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back to me." Aunt said "Come and tell me all about It." as she walked to her room. She sat down on the bed and pulled her saree off. I was standing near the door. She stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as she took it off and hung it up. She said, " Well, what did they say? What type of job is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath.

Would she really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back still to me. "Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under her arm as she reached up for a nightie. What a sight it was. Her breasts hung down some and swayed as she moved. "They look... Ah they'll call me next week." I stammered. Aunt pulled the nightie over her, covering up."That's wonderful. Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That's one of my favorites. Can you fix it?" I looked at it for a second and said " OK" smiling at her. she laughed, undid the nightie, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the nightie wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties.

The breasts were tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my crotch. The next day, Saturday, Aunt was home all day so I didn't even have a chance to jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my LUND turned me on and I usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them.

While I was fixing the hook, I felt and touched the entire bra, concentrating on the inside of the cups. Aunt had an early dinner ready for me. She was in her nightie, her hair in a towel. Her eyes were her best features, next to her tits, at least to me. Today, she had even put on lipstick. She didn't put much makeup on when it was really hot but it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so I could jack off without interruption. “Ravi, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back, sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked like she had on panties and inskirt over them. She was naked from the waist up, facing the mirror, doing her nails.

Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room. She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood, her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said "My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She raised her hands. It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my lungi. The bra finally fell in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me. "Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. I grabbed the straps under her arms and pulled.

It didn't work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red. She said "I'm sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. I put one hand under a breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm, maybe moist with sweat. My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. I had gotten a hard-on. I was starting to hurt inside my pants, all cramped up like that. I had to leave. Aunt said. "You did very well. I'm glad you helped me... " Did she plan to talk all day? I almost said I liked touching her but instead "It's OK. I liked helping. Anytime." I mentally kicked myself. Why did I say that? Anytime, anytime, sure I'm willing to play with your tits anytime. I nearly ran out of the room as she pulled a saree.

Needless to say, once Aunt left, I got one of her bras and lay in bed jacking off. I had picked one with lots of lace on the top and satin on the sides. I rubbed the material over my hard-on, imagining that I was doing it between her boobs. I could feel the shape of her tits and smoothness of the fabric. It was great. I don't think I had ever been so excited. When I came, I shot cum all over. I pulled the bra away just in time. Afterward, sweating from the late afternoon heat, I lay replaying the afternoon in my mind. I hadn't forgotten what she looked like with the inskirt. I wondered what she would look like without the inskirt. Sunday evening around 7´o clock suddenly there was a power failure in the house. I heard my aunt's voice. "Ravi! This power cut is only in our house. See outside. Everywhere else the power is there.

I think the fuse went off in our house. Could You please fix the fuse?". Now she was in the doorway to my bedroom. I hid the Sex magazine and went nearer to her. In that darkness itself I can see her breasts clearly. I can see her as a silhouette. I got the guts suddenly and asked her "Gimme the match box" and at the same time I grabbed her breasts. I was trying to act like that was accidental. But after I held her breasts and felt those in my hand I totally lost my control. So I started squeezing her breast hard.