A Forbidden First

The summer sun beat down on the quiet residential street as I, Kishore, a shy 19-year-old, walked home from college. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, mostly about the upcoming exams and the nervous anticipation of my first sexual encounter. I had always been curious about sex, but the opportunity had never presented itself until now.

My aunt, Meena Aunty, lived next door. She was a widow in her early forties, known for her kindness and warmth. She had taken me under her wing since I was a kid, and I had always admired her. Lately, however, my admiration had taken a different turn. I found myself stealing glances at her, noticing the curve of her hips, the way her sari draped over her body, and the soft smile that always seemed to be directed at me.

One evening, as I was helping her with some household chores, I noticed a few porn CDs lying on her coffee table. A mix of curiosity and excitement surged through me. I picked one up, examining the cover, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Aunty, what are these?"

She looked up from her knitting, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Oh, those? They're just some... adult films. I sometimes watch them to... relax."

I felt a flush of embarrassment and excitement. "Can I see one?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, Kishore. But just this once, okay?"

I took the CD and headed to my room, my heart pounding with anticipation. I popped the CD into my laptop and settled back, my eyes glued to the screen as the explicit content unfolded. I watched, enthralled and aroused, my body responding in ways it never had before.

The next day, I decided to share my experience with Meena Aunty. I found her in the kitchen, preparing lunch. "Aunty," I started, my voice nervous. "I watched one of your CDs last night."

She turned to me, a curious expression on her face. "Oh, really? And what did you think?"

I blushed deeply, looking down at my hands. "I... I liked it. It was different. Exciting."

She smiled softly, her eyes gentle. "I'm glad you liked it, beta. Would you like to watch another one with me sometime?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Really? You mean it?"

She nodded, her smile never wavering. "Of course. I think it's natural to be curious about these things. And I want you to feel comfortable exploring them."

A few days later, Meena Aunty invited me over to her place for dinner. As we sat down to eat, she suggested, "How about we watch that movie you were talking about, Kishore?"

I agreed eagerly, and we moved to the living room. She put in the CD, and we settled on the couch, the television casting a soft glow on our faces. The movie was explicit, and I could feel my body responding, my heart racing, and my breaths coming in short gasps.

Meena Aunty noticed my discomfort and placed a comforting hand on my thigh. "It's okay, Kishore. It's natural to feel this way."

Her touch sent electric shocks through me, and I turned to look at her, my eyes locking with hers. She leaned in, her lips gently brushing against mine. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it sent a wave of desire crashing through me.

I responded eagerly, my hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, our tongues exploring, our breaths mingling. Meena Aunty's hands roamed my back, her touch firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against mine, her breath ragged. "Kishore," she whispered, "I want to take this slow. I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything."

I nodded, too breathless to speak, and let her lead me to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. Meena Aunty turned to me, her eyes dark with desire.

"Kishore," she said, her voice a low growl. "You're beautiful. And I want to make your first time unforgettable."

I reached up, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing gently against her skin. "I want that too, Aunty. With you."

She leaned down, her mouth capturing mine in a fierce kiss, her hands exploring my body with a hunger I hadn't expected. I responded eagerly, my body arching into her touch, my hands roaming her back, her sides, her hips.

Meena Aunty's hands moved to my clothes, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my bare skin. She trailed kisses down my neck, her teeth grazing gently, making me shiver with pleasure. Her hands explored my chest, her thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under her touch.

I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Meena Aunty's mouth followed the path of her hands, her tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.

My hands found their way to her hair, pulling her closer, encouraging her to take more. She obliged, her mouth moving lower, her tongue dipping into my navel, making me arch off the bed with a cry. Her hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

Meena Aunty knelt before me, her eyes locked on mine as she took me in her hand, stroking slowly, teasingly. I could feel my nerves and excitement mingling, my body tensing with anticipation. "Aunty," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm ready."

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and leaned in, taking me into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue swirling, her suction perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in her hair, holding her in place as she took me deep.

My world narrowed to the sensation of Meena Aunty’s mouth on me, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Aunty," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

She pulled off, a wicked smile on her face. "Not yet, you're not," she said, her hand still stroking my cock, keeping me on the edge.

I whimpered, my body aching with need. Meena Aunty stood up, her body pressing against mine, her mouth capturing my own in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dueled, our bodies moving in sync, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me.

Meena Aunty reached between us, her hand wrapping around both our cocks, stroking them together. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Aunty," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

"Let go, Kishore," she murmured, her voice a soft command. "I've got you."

With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling between us. Meena Aunty followed soon after, her own orgasm racking her body, her inner muscles clenching around me, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Meena Aunty’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. She cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Kishore," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "That was... incredible. And I'm so glad it was with you."

I leaned into her touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I'm glad it was with you too, Aunty. More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that my first time had been about so much more than just sex. It had been about trust, about taking a chance, and about the unexpected connection that had formed between us. As I lay in Meena Aunty's arms, I realized that this experience had changed me, had made me see myself and my desires in a new light. And I was ready to embrace the journey, whatever it may bring, with her by my side.