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Hi all, its Ali here!

I’m back with yet another post about my mature, Muslim widowed aunt, Sheen. Seeing as how much you guys have liked the recent posts, I’ve decided to write about the most memorable blowjobs I got from Aunty Sheen. I hope you enjoy this post as much as you did the previous ones. I love to hear your reactions so feel free like my story and drop a comment!

A little background first…

About Me —

I’m Ali. I’m a rich, good-looking Muslim. I’m over 5′ 10″ tall, very fair with black hair and big brown eyes. I have a trim and ripped athletic physique from having played soccer since I was small. I maintain it by working out regularly. I can describe my passions in three words — Bikes, books and buttocks — but not necessarily in that order. I’m single and enjoy a great sex life with numerous casual partners till date.

About Aunt Sheen —

Aunty Sheen is not your typical Indian Muslim MILF because she is short, dark and plump (which is a great contrast to the other women in my family who are tall, fair and curvy). Sheen aunty was in her 40s back then. Sheen aunty is barely 5’5″ tall, with smooth dark-brown skin and a chubby, round face. She has large brown eyes with a small nose and thin, severe lips. She isn’t exactly pretty but she makes for it with her voluptuous figure. Aunty Sheen has large, double-D cup breasts with dark areolas and thick, black nipples. She has a noticeable motherly belly with wide, rounded hips. Sheen aunt’s best asset is her gigantic, round butt. Her 50+ inch ass is made of two enormous, bubble-like butt cheeks that swing and jiggle enticingly when she walks. Aunty keeps her mature, dark crotch clean-shaven and has thick but shapely legs ending in tiny feet.

Our Family —

Although I can’t disclose the name of my hometown I can tell you that it is one of the largest cities in central India. I was born in a huge, extended family where my father and his seven younger brothers lived together with their families. We are quite well-off and own a huge piece of property on the northern outskirts of my hometown. We live in an expansive, walled and gated compound spread over more than two acres. There are 3 three-storied buildings with large, luxurious apartments for each family. The buildings are constructed in a rough triangle within the compound with a huge, covered parking lot for our numerous cars and bikes at either sides of the tall, black wrought-iron gate.

Despite our wealth we are ultra-conservative and follow almost every tenet of our religion strictly. For example, mixing between girls and boys after puberty is not allowed outside of home. The women in my family prefer to cover their heads and faces with Hijab and hide their bodies behind a long, loose dark Abaya whenever they step out of the house. I believe these, and several such restrictions resulted in a few of the women in my family to rebel and start secret sexual relationships with me.

Our History —

Aunty Sheen had seduced me a couple of weeks after her husband (my eldest uncle) passed away unexpectedly in February of 2006. Ever since, we’ve fucked countless times till date. Although Sheen aunty might look plain of face she more than makes up for it with her hidden brazen and extremely lustful side. She loves to experiment and was one of the most pivotal sexual partners to have helped me discover my kinky side.

COMING TO THE STORY…

Sneak Suck at Home

(1 PM — 5 PM — Saturday 25th March 2006)

This incident happened exactly 40 days from the date my uncle passed away. It had been barely a couple of weeks since she seduced me. Once the mandatory grieving period ended Aunty Sheen hosted a lunch for the entire family. I loved when the whole family got together because it was extremely fun. I had no other intentions when I walked into her open apartment door.

It was precisely 1 PM when I stepped into the smaller drawing room in front.

“Ali! You’re looking great, buddy!” My youngest uncle grinned and hugged me.

“Thanks.” I replied and hugged back.

I was wearing a plain white fitting Pathani kurta with a matching pyjama and it did look good on me.

A couple of my uncles and a few cousins sat around on low, soft couches and low divans but I could hear more people in the large living room. I walked into it and found the rest of my uncles and younger cousins listening to my father recount an anecdote. I quietly joined in and sat on a vacant chair near the door to the kitchen.

I could hear the chatter of the women from the kitchen through the thick curtain on the door. I could hear Aunty Sheen, my mother and other aunts talking animatedly. I listened to them for a while before the curtain was pulled slightly and Dee, Aunty Sheen’s daughter, poked her head through.

“Hey, bro!” Dee whispered and I almost jumped at her voice.

“Hey, Dee.” I whispered back, because I didn’t want to get noticed.

“Mom needs some help.” She said before pulling her İstanbul Escort head back and pushing the curtain closed.

I quietly stood up and pushed through the curtain to walk into the kitchen.

“Oh, Ali!” Almost every aunt cried out, “You look so handsome, son.” Aunty Sheen said and smiled at me.

I had always been everyone’s favourite since I can remember so I was used to my aunts fussing over me. Still, it felt a bit awkward at my age. Once the hubbub had died down and my aunts, mother and female cousins went back to whatever they were gossiping about, Aunty Sheen quietly excused herself.

“Come with me, Ali. Help me get that box down, will you?” She said aloud so that a few of my aunts and cousins could hear her.

I could only nod as I peeked at her voluptuous body. Aunty Sheen looked quite nice in a starched, white widow’s sari which was almost see-through and contrasted well with her dark, chocolaty skin. She wore a fitting but full-sleeved white-coloured blouse which did cover her torso but outlined her huge, round mature tits remarkably well too. Despite the starch, the sari clung to her thick, round hips. She had on a pair of matching white heels on her tiny feet which made her giant, round ass cheeks jut out and jiggle enticingly as she climbed the stairs ahead of me.

No one looked at us when we climbed the stairs leading from her kitchen to the first floor of her duplex apartment. The top floor of her apartment had Dee’s room, her son’s room a storage room along with a separate toilet and bathroom with a laundry area. Aunty Sheen turned to grin at me.

I smiled with excitement right then. I understood aunty had something planned. Suddenly, I began wondering if we could do anything with everyone sitting on the floor below and waiting for lunch. I shrugged and hurried after my aunt. I stepped into the dark 10 x 10 feet room and aunty pushed the door behind me till it was open only a crack. I watched her white sari and blouse almost shimmer in the dim illumination of the dark, windowless storage room. There were piles of boxes, trunks and old cabinets lining the walls and the lofts that ran a few feet below the ceiling. A second later, Aunty Sheen turned around and I felt her grab me around the waist and pull me close roughly.

“Uff…” I cried out softly as she crushed me in a bear-hug.

“Ssh…” Aunty Sheen gasped, “I’m sorry, son.” She apologized softly before relaxing her arms slightly.

Aunty Sheen’s large, soft boobs pressed hard against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her soft, motherly belly through my thin shirt. Sheen aunty kept kissing my neck because she couldn’t reach my face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the quick, wet kisses on my neck and the way my mature, horny aunt grabbed my young, firm ass cheeks and pressed her warm, soft body hungrily against mine.

“Sshh…” Aunty Sheen hissed in desperation before unhooking her arms around my waist.

I felt her hands immediately slide over to the front and fumble around my crotch before she grabbed my semi-around but thick dick over the soft pants of the Pathani.

“Ooh…” I moaned softly at the unexpected touch on my sensitive, young cock and sighed as Aunty Sheen expertly cupped my crotch and started to squeeze it very gently.

I opened my eyes and could not make out her dark form. But her white sari shimmered enough to show where her assets were. I took a small step to the side so Aunty Sheen turned sideways. My left hand rested casually on the huge ledge formed on her lower back by her giant, round buttocks. My right hand snaked up her bare, smooth belly and stopped to cup her huge, round, mature breast.

“Mm…” Aunty Sheen moaned softly when she felt my hand on her big, brown breast but kept on caressing my cock and kissing my neck softly.

I ran my right hand under her heavy, hanging boobs for a while and caressed her giant, firm, round buttocks over her starched, white sari. Aunty Sheen pressed her soft, round hip against me as she stepped extremely close. This let me reach both her round, soft boobs easier and I took full advantage of it. As my left hand traced the roundness of her globular butt cheeks behind her, my right hand first cupped her huge, round right breast before squeezing hard.

“Mph!” Aunty Sheen grunted softly with pain but didn’t pause in her kissing and cock-caressing.

I felt bolder and started to knead her huge, soft, motherly tits like dough. I started alternating between her left and right boobs. By now, my young, thick dick was almost erect and made a visible tent in my loose pyjama.

“Oh, yeah…” I whispered in pleasant excitement and closed my eyes when Aunty Sheen wrapped her soft palm around my thick shaft and began stroking it over my soft, white pyjama.

I clenched both hands hard, grabbing a handful of her giant, firm ass cheek and a fistful of her large, soft boob as I felt my thick dick get achingly stiff.

“Oh!” Kadıköy Escort Aunty Sheen gasped quite loudly with the sudden pain and I relaxed my grip apologetically, “No…” She gasped softly, “I like it, son.”

“Shh…” It was my turn to hiss in desperation as she stroked my stiff, thick dick over my pyjama, “Aunty…” I said softly but in clear desperation.

“Let me suck you quickly, please.” Sheen aunty whispered in my ear.

I didn’t know whether she could see me nodding my head vigorously in desperation in the small, dark storage room but I felt her grip leave my throbbing, thick dick. I could only see her white shimmering sari in the barely lit room. I heard the rustle of cloth and looked down to see Aunty Sheen pulling her stiff, starched sari carefully up over her thick, shapely legs before slowly going down to her knees on the dusty floor. I watched as she carefully sat back on her heels and allowed her to pull me closer. I had to stand astride her thick, soft thighs to get my crotch close to her.

Aunty Sheen pulled my flowing kurta and sneaked underneath it. I immediately felt her fumble with the drawstring before expertly loosening them and pulling my pyjama down. She pulled it down till my pyjama rested on her large, cushy thighs. I took deep breath and sneaked a peek through the cracked doorway and was relieved to see no one had come up. The distant chatter of the ladies in the kitchen right downstairs drifted through the storage room’s doorway clearly though.

“Ohhh…” I groaned in pleasure the next instant as I felt my aunt’s soft, thin lips wrap around my sensitive, circumcised dickhead.

Although I couldn’t see her beneath my kurta, I could distinctly feel Aunty Sheen cup my cum-laden, clean-shaven balls with one hand and lick my swollen, round cock-cap while squeezing the thick base of my huge, young, excited dick with the other hand. She started to stroke my thick, hard dick softly while taking it deeper and deeper into her warm, welcoming mouth.

“Ack…” Aunty Sheen gagged softly in the darkness as my huge, round dickhead bumped against the back of her throat.

“Mm…” I moaned softly in turn when I felt her warm breath against my slick, stiff dick.

Aunty Sheen then began to move her head back and forth, while her strokes became faster. I felt her massaging my heavy, young balls ever so gently with her other hand that I felt my knees go weak for a second. My heard was definitely racing by now — half with the excitement of having my dick sucked so lovingly while half of it was because we ran the risk of getting caught any time.

“Oh, yeah… Ahh… Oohh… Yes…” I whispered encouragements and relished the sensational sucking in the dark, cool room.

I felt her tighten her thin lips around my thick, slick shaft as she ran them up and down half-way its huge length. Her soft, wet tongue licked and brushed my ultra-sensitive, circumcised dickhead amazingly. She cupped my big ball-sack and pushed it up, as if coaxing me to orgasm quickly. The thrilling sensations were making me moan louder. I clenched my jaws to keep myself from moaning too loud and could only gasp silently at the intense pleasure.

After around ten minutes of Aunty Sheen’s expert strokes and sexy sucking, I finally felt I was getting closer to orgasm. I could feel my ball-sack and anus clench tight while my thick, hard dick throbbed achingly.

“I’m… coming…” I managed to whisper through clenched teeth as I tried to hold in the explosive orgasm.

“Mhm…” Aunty Sheen’s approving moan was muffled but clear as she began to suck and stroke my cock harder and faster.

I took a long, deep breath before my body went rigid. The next second, the first stream of thick, hot semen exploded out of my throbbing, slick dick and landed deep in Aunty Sheen’s warm, welcoming mouth.

“Aagh… Mmm… Hmm…” Aunty Sheen gagged at the initial spurt but quickly caught her breath and started to moan softly as she sucked in the streams of sticky, white semen hungrily.

I felt my knees go weak but I grabbed on to a large cabinet close by and kept myself in an upright position. I could distinctly feel my slim hips jerking spasmodically back and forth as my throbbing, climaxing dick spat out my young, sticky seed deep in my mature, Muslim aunt’s mouth. Sheen aunty slowed down her strokes and squeezed in rhythm so that my sticky, thick semen spurted out like a fountain deep in her hungry throat. My breath was caught in my throat. I had to strain to keep my moans of intense pleasure from getting loud.

“Fuuucckk…” I swore soft but long when I could finally catch my breath.

I must have climaxed for under a minute, but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, as the curtain of carnal want slowly lifted I realized where we were and my eyes snapped open. I quickly peeked through the crack and breathed a sigh of relief. Aunty Sheen had continued sucking Kartal Escort my softening, slick dick beneath my flowing, long kurta. I felt her one hand coaxing my light, smooth ball-sack while her other hand squeezed the last drops of watery, white cum out of my young, climaxing dick.

“Muah!” Aunty Sheen released my soft but wet cock with an audible kissing sound.

The next instant, I felt her pull my underwear and pyjama up over my legs and I helped her tie the drawstring back quicker. I took a step back and as my kurta pulled back it revealed my plump, dark aunt kneeling on the dirty floor of the dark room. I straightened the front of my outfit as best as I could.

“Step outside and wait, son.” Aunty Sheen whispered in the dark, cool room.

Without a word, I stepped towards the cracked door and peeked through it once more. Satisfied that the landing was empty I slowly slunk out and stood waiting, with one eye on the staircase. I heard the rustle of her sari for a few seconds before Aunty Sheen emerged from the dark room, this time holding a huge ceramic serving bowl with smaller bowls stored in it. I grabbed my crotch and adjusted my soft but still-sensitive dick more comfortably in my underwear before taking the bowl from my aunt.

I waited for her to check herself in the large, half-length mirror near the bathing room. She pulled the trailing end of the white sari back over her head, and once again looked like the serious, grieving widow she was supposed to be. Sheen aunty winked at me in the mirror when she caught my eye and grinned. I grinned back before she turned around and started down the stairs. I followed her a couple of steps behind, with an expression of complete innocence on my face.

Needless to say, I was famished and ate the delicious food ravenously.

Tantalizing Suck at Movie Theatre

(9AM — 11AM, Monday 1st May, 2006)

This incident happened during my summer vacations. Aunty Sheen was returning after helping settle Dee in Pune. Her daughter wanted to pursue a degree in interior designing and had been selected at one of the elite art colleges in Pune. Aunty Sheen was gone for nearly a week. She had called me a day earlier and asked me to pick her up from the airport when her flight landed the next morning.

I didn’t have any plans for morning so I got up early and got ready. I wore a fitting dark blue colored T with a pair of matching dark blue jeans and my favourite black boots. Aunty Sheen had already spoken to my mother and she’d given me the keys to our family car.

It was a few minutes past 7 AM on the warm May morning. I headed out in our small hatchback towards the airport on the other side of the city. I smiled to myself as I drove the car. I was wondering whether Aunty Sheen would take me directly to her apartment above ours to get fucked or if she would wait for a while. I knew she was extremely horny and missed me immensely because she had rarely gone without fucking me for a week. She had told me as much. So, I also wondered whether I would get a sneaky handjob on the way back home and so on.

It took less than an hour because it was too early for the rush hour. Thankfully, Aunty Sheen’s plane landed just as soon as I parked the car in the huge parking lot. It took almost half hour for aunty to get through the airport. I deliberately stayed behind the huge throng of people come to pick up their loved ones at the arrival gate. My lips split into a grin when I watched her walk out of the gate. Although there were several other women in Abaya I could easily spot Aunty Sheen.

I watched her wide, rounded hips shake and her large, soft boobs jiggle underneath the loose, dark Abaya as she strode out with her trolley bag trailing behind. She stopped to put on a pair of sunglasses and shielded her eyes with her hand before scanning the crowd. I stayed put for a second, enjoying the enticing curves which were distinctly noticeable under her somewhat thin Abaya. I finally walked into view and waved my hand.

Aunty Sheen waved back and hurried over. I could see a few heads turn when she walked past, shaking her giant, round ass cheeks behind her no doubt. She immediately pulled me into a tight hug.

“Uf!” I cried out in surprise.

“I missed you so much, son.” Aunty Sheen whispered before she let me go.

I could feel the feeling of her large, soft breasts on my tummy for a while.

“I know…” I said cheekily and grinned.

Aunty laughed aloud and smacked me playfully on the hand before letting me take the trolley suitcase from her. She walked with me through the large landscaped area between the airport and the parking lot. Aunty Sheen took out her cell phone from the pocket and dialled a number. I looked at her enquiringly and she signalled me to stay silent. I watched curiously as the phone rang on the other hand.

“Yes, it’s me, Sheen.” Aunty Sheen said when the call was answered on the other end, “No. My flight is delayed by a couple of hours so I’m still at Pune airport.” Sheen aunty said quite convincingly into the phone.

I suddenly realized she had called my home, probably my mother and was lying to her about her flight getting delayed.

“Yes. I spoke to Ali. He’s already reached the airport. Poor boy will have to wait for me.” Aunty Sheen sounded genuinely upset.

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