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This is a work of fiction based out of my various
fantasies. Do not read if you are below the age of
18 or if this is not legal in the state/country
where you reside or if you are offended by sexual
literature. 
Readers - please post feedback. I will try to
post the next part as quickly as I can get to it.


            MY LIFE WITH OLDER WOMEN

In this and future postings I will attempt to describe
my sexual experiences and escapades right from my
early teenage years. My taste has always been and will
be towards older, mature women, preferrably married. If
you have had similar experience you would like to share,
please do post.

My family was a very well to do one and over the course
of years my father had expanded our original family business
in textiles to several other peripheral fields. I am
from India and when I was about 9, my parents relocated to
the London in order for my father to better control his
rapidly growing international business. With the idea
that my education would be better served back in India,
my parents left me alone back at our family house in
New Delhi.

To act as my guardian was Thangam aunty. Her husband worked
as a personal assistant(or PA as is commonly referred to
in India) for my father. He was forced to relocate to London
when my father shifted offices there. He and Thangam aunty
had two young children aged 6 and 5 respectively. The 
arrangement was that Thangam aunty and her children would
move into our house. There was a separate outhouse by the 
main building meant for guests. She and her children were to
stay there. Her post was more like a housekeeper. Her job
was to basically make sure the household ran smoothly, look
after kitchen duties and make sure I was well taken care off.
For legal purposes, she was also appointed my local guardian.

The arrangement worked out smoothly. Firstly, at the risk of
sounding boastful and immodest, I have to state that my
scholastic achievements were always excellent. I was never
very studious or hardworking but I have always secretly prided
myself on being "extraordinarily" intelligent. I almost always
placed among the top three students in my class. There was
therefore really not much effort on anyone's part to ensure that
my education was getting along ok. Secondly, Thangam aunty and
her family were easy to get along with. The two households were
separately maintained and we barely interfered with each other.
My schedule was to leave for school in the morning and come
back by around 3:00 PM. Thangam aunty's kids used to go to a
different school and would have already returned an hour before
then. Therefore, when I used to return, she would be waiting
to make sure that I ate a proper meal and get some rest. My
evenings were either spent playing with some friends over from
school who lived nearby or more often than not, being invited
to dinner by friends of my parents.

With a reasonably hectic social life, I managed to get over the
initial depression of being apart from my parents and soon
got into a regular routine of sorts. A few years passed by like
this. I would visit London about every four months or so. My
parents would drop back in at about the same frequency. A similar
arrangement worked for Thangam aunty and her family.

It was when I got past my 12th birthday that I first become
sexually "aware". I had gotten an old edition of "Time" magazine
and there was a page full of photographs showing Jimmy Carter
kissing various women, something about his kissing techniques.
I am pretty sure this was my first ever erection. It lasted for
a while and felt rather strange and uncomfortable. I was a little
frightened as to whether or not this was some medical problem
or not. However, this is not something you can go and ask someone
that easily about. I therefore kept quite about it and by late
evening that day, I was back to normal. 

A few weeks after that I borrowed the book "The Godfather" from
my school library. This was my first exposure to any kind of
information on sex. The book had some torrid sex scenes described
in it. I read and reread again and again, the pages with the
sex scenes in them. I also understood that what was happening
to my penis was an erection and that it was quite normal for it
to happen. For the first few weeks after this, my mind was solely
occupied with trying to get and read similar novels. I read some
Ken Follet books and a whole bunch of Nick Carter ones too. To
put no fine a point on it, my knowledge of theory as far as sex
was concerned, was getting to be quite good although the practical
aspect was basically nil.

It was only almost a month after all this, that I started observing
the women I met and saw on a daily basis. I started observing
the female teachers in my school more closely. I would look at 
them all, even the ugly ones, and wonder what their bodies were
like, how their nipples where and what the inside of their 
thighs would look like. My eventual seduction of some the more
desirable ones will be told in future episodes. 

When I was about 4 months from my 13th birthday, I masturbated for
the first time. I really couldnt help it then. I had been 
fantasizing for a few months  on different women but had 
never really come anywhere close to masturbating or ejaculating.
It was in late September that year and I had just returned from
school. It was raining that day, not too heavily though. Thangam
aunty was not at home when I returned. One of her kids, the elder 
one had fallen down and had a minor scrape on his knee and she
had forgotten that it was time for her to get back to the house
in time to get my lunch ready. Her younger daughter must have
seen me enter the house, for within a few minutes of my return,
I could see Thangam aunty walking from the outhouse towards the
main door. She was getting drenched and her sari and blouse were
starting to cling to her body. This was the first time I noticed
her as a woman. She was about 33 years old at this time, about
twenty years older than me. She was dark complexioned and quite
attractive to look at. As I watched her walk towards the house,
I noticed how slim she was and how smooth her skin was. She was
hairless on her hands and I guessed that she was rather hairless
on her legs too unlike most other Indian women. It was also the
first time I observed her breasts. She was rather flat on that
score and had small breasts that I was soon to know on a more
intimate basis.

As she entered the house, she apologized for being late. I didnt
really say anything in reply. My mind was still awhirl with 
conflicting emotions as I sought to grapple with  my newfound sexual
interest in this woman who had been living with me for the past
3 years. I watched her back as she went towards the kitchen to
get my lunch ready. I felt that all I could do was to stare and
explore every inch of her figure with my eyes. Throughout the
meal, I was pretty blatant in staring at her. I couldnt take
my eyes off her exposed navel in between her blouse and her
petticoat. It took me all to control myself from grabbing her
towards me and burying my tongue into her navel. She must have
sensed that something had changed, for her manner suddenly became
a bit confused and her statements became a bit illegible. My
appetite was almost non-existent. All I could think of was the
raging hard-on in between my pants. I gulped down my lunch as
fast as I could and then excusing myself that I needed to get some 
sleep, I rushed upstairs to my bedroom. My cock was steel-hard
and I was not sure what to do. I opened my pants and for a while
just stared at how big my cock had become. This was the biggest
I had ever seen it go to. I could vaguely hear sounds from
downstairs indicating that Thangam aunty was cleaning up 
the dishes from my lunch. I went towards the window knowing that
she would be out walking back towards her rooms in a short
while. As she walked back, I stared at her profile drinking as
much of it as I could in that short time. Her chocolatey brown
body with droplets of water on it was enough to drive me crazy.
I watched her disappear into the outhouse. I came back to my
bed and lay down flat on my stomach, my erection against the
bed, my mind full of Thangam's aunty lovely body. I am not sure
how it happened, but within a few minutes, I found my body
writhing a little and my penis kind of vibrating on its own.
I felt myself ejaculate and till that time it was probably the
most pleasurable sensation I had ever had in my life.

I soon fell asleep, and when I woke up, I realized that I had
barely enough time to make it to dinner the house of one of
my mother's friends. I took a quick shower and had the driver
drop me off at their house. Savitri was the name of my mother's
friend. She must have been around 38 years old then. After
having ejaculated fantasizing on Thangam aunty, it was easy for 
me to quell any pangs of conscience and think about Savitri
aunty too. She and my mother were friends from childhood. She
had been married for about 16 years now and still had no
children. She had a light brown complexion, medium built and
medium height. That evening, she looked really lovely, dressed
in a sleeveless white blouse and a white cotton sari. Through
the party, I kept trying to keep her within my range of vision,
while at the same trying to cover my hard-on. All kinds of
fantasies started floating through my head, of Savitri aunty,
of Thangam aunty, of the two of them together.... I was a bit
disappointed when the driver came to pick me to take me back
to my house. When I returned, I headed straight back to bed and
it was back to spanking the monkey again.

Over the next couple of months, I was basically a masturbating
maniac. I would play with my cock at least 3 to 4 times a day.
My fantasies would involve the two ladies I have already mentioned,
plus some of my school teachers, friends' mothers etc. I realised
that all my fantasies involved women much older than myself, who
were respectably married with kids. It was extremely difficult
if not impossible for me to fantasize on younger women or teenage
girls in my age group however pretty they looked.

My relationship with Thangam aunty also became a bit rocky
around this time. She had figured out quite quickly, why I was
staring at her so fixedly and blatantly and this obviously made
her a bit uncomfortable around me. If I had been  older and bit more
experienced, I might have exhibited my voyeuristic tendencies a
bit less openly. As it was, she tried not to be alone with me
for more than a few minutes. She would always ensure that the cook
or one of her children was present in the room along with us
when I was eating. I, however, couldnt really control myself
very well.

Around the middle of November, when it became close to Thangam
aunty's birthday, I decided that our relationship had to change
and that I had to become physically intimate with her, else I
would go completely crazy staring at her everyday. I decided that
for her birthday, I would buy her a dress that would be a bit
different from her usual outfits. She was used to wearing rather
drab colored saris. The tailor who used to stitch her dresses was
known to our family and his shop was just a short distance away
from our house. I decided to buy her a bluish-grey sari and then
have a sleeveless, low cut blouse stitched for her. The tailor who
was familiar with her measurements was willing to do this for
some extra money and promised to keep it a secret. I also managed
to buy a pair of smuggled lacy undergarments. When her birthday
arrived, I gave her a big box containing the garments, and then
asked her to be wearing the dress when I got back from school that
afternoon for lunch to show me how she looked in them. I hoped
that the gift was suggestive but not overtly aggressive in nature
to wound her feelings either way. 

That day, I could barely concentrate on my classes. I kept wondering
about Thangam aunty and what her reaction would be when she saw
her gifts. I was also a bit scared. What if she told her husband
or my parents? When I reached home that afternoon, I found her
coming out of the kitchen towards the dining table. She was wearing
the dress I had given her and looked a thousand times more lovely
than I had imagined she would be in it. She also had on some 
make-up on her face, something she rarely did. I saw the entire
length of her smooth arms and her lovely, sexy armpits for the first
time. I blurted out to her that she looked so terribly beautiful.
She blushed a bit and thanked me for the dress and bade me to start
my lunch. I couldnt control myself anymore. Walking with quick paces
towards her, I grabbed her by the hips and pulling her towards myself,
placed a hand underneath her head and brought my lips down upon
hers. This was my first kiss and it was rather a clumsy one. She
must have been shocked at the beginning. I had her pulled tightly to
my body and my erection was somewhere against her upper belly. Within
a few seconds, she realized what was happening and tried pulling 
herself away. I, however, was still flush with the excitement of it
all and held her all the more tightly, now showering her face and
the side of her neck with wet sloppy kisses. My erection was grinding
itself against her body and before I knew it, I had ejaculated.
It was amongst the most embarassing moments in my life. The  ejaculation 
was sudden and while I still held her against me, I took my face off 
hers, my mind still aswirl. My cock throbbed against 
her body as it spurted out warm semen into my underwear.

There was a moment of strained silence after this. I was a bit
mortified at what I had done. I whispered to her that I was really
sorry. "I'm sorry, aunty" was about the only phrase that kept
coming out of my mouth. I sat down weakly on one of the chairs by
the dining table, not knowing what to say or do and too scared to look
at Thangam aunty's face. She was silent, and then in an expressionless
tone she said she was going back to her quarters and that I should
finish up my lunch by myself.

I had my lunch and went up to my room. I couldnt sleep or read or
play my favorite video games for any length of time. The incident
of that afternoon hung heavily on my mind. Added to that was the
fact that on that evening there were no parties or dinners that I
had been invited to and I would have to eat at home, with Thangam
aunty in the house to supervise the meals. Come dinnertime, I went
down and to my surprise, found her still wearing the same dress.
There was no conversation at all and the atmosphere was completely
strained. I tried to think of something suitable to say to her but
no words came out. When I was finishing up dinner, she started to
clear up the kitchen table of the various pots and pans. As I rose
to make my way back to my room to ponder over my deeds, I decided to
try one last time to try andapologise to her. I went back to the kitchen 
where she was standing facing the sink with her back towards me.

I walked towards her trying to catch her attention. She couldnt
hear my footsteps over the sound of the running water in the tap and
stayed with her back to me. As I came up to her and stood beside her,
she was so completely engrossed in what she was doing that she didnt
notice my presence at all. I watched silently for a few seconds and
then hesitatingly gave her a light tap on the shoulder to indicate
my presence. The light tap must have really terrified her, being so
engrossed as she was with the dishes, for she gave a sudden jump and
turned around with an exclamation of fright. Something snapped inside
me then. It was like deja vu all over again. I put one hand below
her hips and another above her waist, and lifting her towards me,
I crushed her to my body and pasted my lips on hers. She tried hard
to wriggle out of my grasp. My cock, which had grown suddenly hard,
was grinding against her belly just as it had done a several hours
ago that day. She was a light woman. I was already 5' 6'', well 
beyond the height-weight for my age and I easily held her weight
up as I crushed her towards me, smothering her face with wet kisses.

I moved towards the kitchen counter to the side, which was clear,
and sat her on top of it, never letting her get out of my grasp. 
Grabbing her legs, I wrapped them around the side of my hips and then 
pulling her tightly to myself, I continued raining kisses on her face 
and then on down to her neck. After about a few minutes of this, my 
passion became a bit more under control. Surprisingly, my cock which had 
betrayed me in the afternoon, was not upto any mischief this time and 
appeared to be holding on well thus far. During all this, her demeanour 
had changed from one of resistance to one of complete passivity. As my 
kisses subsided, I started becoming a bit bolder with my hands. I 
caressed the smooth of her back, her hands and her exposed belly, all 
the time marvelling at the beauty of this woman. My hold on her also 
grew a bit weaker at this moment. She must have been waiting for this to 
happen, for she suddenly pushed my hands away and finding herself free, 
made a dash to the kitchen door and out. I ran after her, following her 
past the kitchen door and finally grabbing her with both hands from the 
back in the living room. We grappled for a while and then fell the 
carpetted floor with me on top of her. I had her arms spread out and 
above her head and my body pinioned hers completely to the ground. 
"Aunty, I want you tonight", I said to her. "I want to make love to your 
body, kiss your lips, suckle your breasts, lick your armpits and taste 
the juices between your thighs". She protested, mentioning her marriage, 
our age difference and her children being so close by. Rather than 
listen I bent my head and down and started kissing her again. This time 
I felt her mouth responding and not passive or resistive as earlier. I 
continued to grind my cock against her belly as I kissed her. Her breath 
became a bit more flushed and soon I found her hands holding the back of 
my head as I continued tonguing her.

I took my weight off her a little and sliding down, put my lips against 
the top of her breasts, exposed by the rather low cut bra that I had 
made the tailor design. Her skin was incredible smooth and soft. I 
grabbed her right breast by the mouth, over her blouse. As I had 
mentioned before, her breasts were rather small and I think I got most 
of her right breast in one mouthful. We lay like that on the floor for a 
while, my mouth moving up down from her breasts to her face to her lips 
to her neck and back to her breasts again. She suddenly pushed me away, 
sat up and started to straighten her dress up. "I've got to go", she 
said. "The children will be waiting". I moved clumsily towards her,  
grabbingher again and starting to kiss her on the mouth once more. She 
evaded the worst of my grasp this time and freeing herself quite easily, 
managed to run off towards her rooms, leaving me hot, horny and 
frustrated.

TO BE CONTINUED.



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