MF, Incest, Aunt wants more of her horny nephew.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  This work will contain description of
sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults
and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off
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   ---- Aunt Sarika returns for more

   After her strict admonition to not expect any more sexual contact I
ensured that I did nothing to upset her or cause her to think that I was
looking for more.  But I still continued masturbating with thoughts of her.
I also continued watching the Saturday night movies, but she never joined
me again.  The events that follow here took place almost 4 months after the
events in the earlier story.

   The first thing I can remember about that night is the sensation that
brought me back to consciousness, the wetness on me penis.  When I opened
my eyes Sarika aunty was licking my erect organ.

   "Aunty?"

   "I couldn't stay away Krish.  Do you want me to go away?"

   As she spoke her hands kept moving up and down on my organ, that was
slick with her saliva.  It made it very hard for me to think straight.  I
sat up, she got up from the floor where she was kneeling and sat at the
edge of the bed.  I lit a smoke, through the smoke I watched her and saw
the want and the fear of rejection on her face.

   "Aunty, I would be crazy to refuse you, but you have to understand that
your conditions make it very hard for me.  I'm not some light switch to be
turned on and turned off at will."

   "Oh Krish!  I understand what you are saying.  But I'm so scared."

   "What are you scared of?"

   I was deliberately playing it cool.  It was tough to talk sense while I
was getting a hand job done.

   "Everything.  I'm your aunt for heaven sake.  My God!  What are we
doing?"

   For a moment I thought I'd blown everything away.  But I was relieved
when she continued to stroke my organ without a break.  She seemed to be
making up her mind about something.

   "Okay, but no sex.  I mean no penetration.  If we can agree on that I
think we can have more contact."

   "Cool with me.  Your hands and lips are fine with me", I told her with a
smile.

   I leaned back on the wall behind me and spread my thighs so her hands to
explore my crotch with freedom.  She reached downwards to take my penis in
her mouth.  I stopped her.  I slipped off the straps of her night gown. 
The dress fell and collected at her waist.  I reached around her and
unhooked her bra.  I peeled it off her and reached down with my lips.  I
inhaled her musky odor as I reached for her nipples.  I took the hard red
butt between my lips and began flicking my tongue over it.

   "Ohhhhhh" she moaned in pleasure.

   I began to slowly suck on it.

   "Krish I'm cumming."

   Her fingers were pressed to her cunt.  I pulled it away and put my feet
between her thighs not allowing her to squeeze them together.

   "Krish!  Please don't torture me", she pleaded.

   I kept sucking and held her legs apart.  She began to buck her crotch
banging it against an imaginary cock.  She was grunting through gritted
teeth.

   I stopped sucking.

   "Don't close your thighs", I told her as I took my feet away.  I lit a
smoke and gave it to her.

   "I don't smoke"

   "You gotta start sometime"

   She took the cigarette hesitatingly.  With even more apprehension she
took her first drag.  The distraction of the cigarette eased out her
orgasm.

   We sat in silence and smoked.  She wasn't inhaling, just taking the
smoke in to her mouth and exhaling.  I showed her how to smoke properly. 
After a couple of deep drags, her eyes began to fill up.

   "Krish, I'm feeling whoozy"

   "That's normal"

   She put out the cigarette and her fingers began to play with my penis
and balls.

   "So, things will change now", she told me.

   I nodded and said, "Take off the rest of your clothes."

   She looked at me for a moment, I could almost hear the thoughts bouncing
around inside her head.  Then as if she had made up her mind, she shrugged
her shoulders and stripped naked.

   "I like you like this.  You don't know how many times I have dreamt of
this", I told her.

   "Do you think I am a slut?"

   "Are you?" I shot back.

   She nodded her head.

   "Say it", I insisted.

   She looked thoughtfully at me again.  Then she said, "I am a slut."

   My penis began to react to the scene being played out, it was also
helped by the soft, insistence of her fingertips on my balls.

   "Krish, just one thing.  I really meant what I said about penetration.
Please never insist on it.  Please?"

   I nodded.

   "I'll never ask you for it, but if you ask me I will never refuse you."

   I knew the torture she would undergo now.  I had made myself available,
so any restraint would have to come from her end.  She nodded her head
slowly, then bent down and began to run her tongue on my penis.

   "You like having it in your mouth, right?"

   She raised her head and met my gaze, "Yes.  I love the way it fills my
mouth.  I love the warm gush of semen when it shoots from your penis."

   "Uncle is a lucky man", I commented.

   "I've never done it for him", she told me.

   "Why not?"

   "Because I thought he would think me a slut."

   "But you ARE a slut, so what's the fucking problem?"

   I could see that she was hurt by my language.  But she could do little
about it and so let it pass.

   "Don't know.  Just didn't want him to think bad about me."

   "So where did you learn to suck dick so well?"

   "You father", she told me.

   She knew she had hit home.  I was stunned.

   "When?  How?" I asked.

   "When she was carrying you, I was at your place to help her out.  One
day I got up at night and found your father masturbating.  It was an
awkward moment.  But after the initial shock I couldn't take my eyes off
his penis.  I knelt in front of him and held it.  Not a word passed between
us.  I touched and explored his organ.  Suddenly his semen spurt out and
landed on my lips and chin.  I licked what landed on my chin.

   "From that day on, I was hooked to the taste of cum.  I would suck him
off almost twice a day.  After that I came over for every pregnancy of your
mother's and serviced your father all during my stay."

   I was shocked.  I didn't know whether to believe her or not.  But then I
decided that it made no difference.

   "You must have been pretty young", I mentioned.

   "Yes, I was 18 at the time.  But after I got married we ceased all
sexual contact."

   I nodded.

   "Anything else you want to tell me?"

   "You mean things like this?" she asked in a laughing tone.

   I nodded.

   "Well after I discovered the taste of semen I just had to go on.  So
when I went back home I seduced my brother.  Again, we have never achieved
penetration, I have been sucking him off ever since I was 18.  We still do
it when we get the chance."

   "Wow!  That's heavy", I said appreciatively.

   She smiled and went back to sucking me.  I leaned back and let her go on
with it.  She was on all fours in front of me.  She was leaning on one
elbow, the palm of which was masturbating my penis as she sucked.  With her
other hand she played with herself.  The smell of her sex began to fill the
room.  Over the slurps she was making on my penis, I would hear the wet
smack of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

   She was now moaning audibly and her moans only served to get me closer
to the brink of my orgasm.  Her actions, both on her cunt and my penis,
became more hurried, almost frenzied.  Her guttural emission much more
insistent.

   "I'm cuming", I told her and shot my load.

   I watched her fighting with the load, attempting to keep up with the
rush of semen.  Some of it began to trickle down the shaft of my organ. 
When she was done milking me, she fell back with her thighs held tight
together, rocking.  She rode her orgasm for more that a couple of minutes
and then relaxed.  After catching her breath she came back to my penis and
cleaned me up.

   After she was done she left.  I lay in bed and reflected on the events
of the night.  I imagined her sucking my father and found my erection
return.

   The knock on the door brought me back.

   "Krish, why don't you come sleep with me?  I don't see why we need to
have this distance."

   With those words she walked out.