My Soon to Be Divorced Aunt by sunshine_1997

My Soon to Be Divorced Aunt by sunshine_1997

I am a casual erotica writer, and I repeat again, I am not a professional, nor I want to be, so while I accept feedback, don’t come at me with slurs or whatever and it must be obvious that my primary language isn’t English. So if my grammar is bad, then I assure you that I am trying my level best to correct it and be up to the mark. And as a disclaimer, all parties involved in this story are 18+ and this is just a fantasy story. This doesn’t depict real life characters in any way. This will include taboo elements which are more prevalent in Indian subcontinent, so have a good read, if you’re not into these, please refrain yourself from scrolling further down!

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Characters:

Pooja Mishra (Aunt) : 40yo

Abhinav Mishra (Uncle) : 42yo

Rahul Garg (Nephew) : 19yo

Anjali Garg (Mother) : 44yo

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Things are going good around here, gyms are getting opened, local trains getting crowded again, theatres running like the usual, it’s as if people forgot that we came out of a pandemic, so did our university administration. We have been attending classes normally since last year August, while it is better to be among friends in Uni than to be stuck at home with families, I do feel that online classes do have their own perks when compared to physical classes. You can just mute yourself and turn off the camera and do whatever the fuck you want, no one bats an eye. Given the fact that it’s just me and my mum at home, I almost have full privacy in my room, so there were days where I watched porn in another Opera window while class was going in Chrome window.

Now that the omicron is taking its turn, things are looking pretty bad outside, government is proposing another lockdown and we already started to pack our luggage because we might get a mail from our administration at any time, and receive the mail, we did, announcing that it’d be online classes again this semester, until May, but actually until further notice. We had mixed feelings, some of us feel like it’s better to be in hostels and chill, but some of us feel like it’s better to be home! Without any choice, we started travelling back home, I personally was excited that I’d be getting my privacy back now, something that I have missed a bit in hostel rooms. Friends are good, it’s not like they mock me for watching porn, there were days where we watched porn together, but it’s just different to have that privacy in your own room!

And that excitement didn’t even last for a day as I called my mum as soon as I boarded the bus at my uni, to inform her about my arrival. She responded with a simple HMM and told me about the arrival of my aunt and uncle and to make it worse, they’re gonna be staying in our house for a while. Now I don’t hate my relatives or whatever, and I don’t mind if they stay for a day or two in our house, but my mom sounds like they’re gonna be here FOR A WHILE. God knows when the lockdown will be lifted and what if it could be months? And especially when it’s my uncle and aunt…

My uncle, Abhinav Mishra, is blood related to my mum, he’s her younger brother and his wife, Pooja Mishra, and they have been married for about 7-8 years now. They have shifted to another city post marriage, and I never met them after that, at least I know a bit about my uncle, but my aunt, it’s as if she’s an outsider despite being part of our family for 8 years or so. It’d be a pain in the ass if relatives are around in the house, but I’m helpless and god knows for what reason they’re visiting my house in this season of the year. There isn’t any festival either!

I reach my house and as soon as I enter, I can notice my mum and uncle watching TV together, my mum smiles looking at me, a genuine motherly smile! She has been a great mother, ever since my father died, she took the responsibility on her shoulders and raised me on her own! I smile back at her and greet my uncle with a pretentious smile and then looked at my aunt, Pooja, sitting by the dining table, chopping the vegetables, wiping the sweat off of her face. It’s the first time I saw her in 8 years and I cannot take my eyes off of her at this moment. She’s wearing a green thin fabric saree, a light green loose blouse which is damp because of the sweat, exposing a damp patch at her underarms, the saree pallu is held together, flowing between her breasts, exposing the deep cleavage. She’s around 5’3ft, not fat, she doesn’t have fat belly like most of the Indian women of her age have, but she’s not lean or thin either, just what we Indian men describe as DESI AUNTY or what the westerners describe as MILF, so she’s a DESI MILF.

She throws a small smile at me and continues to work, it’s obvious that we never had any bonding, hell I won’t even expect her to remember me or my name even, nor do I, but god isn’t she hot! Throughout the rest of the day, I noticed one thing easily, my aunt doesn’t seem to be in good terms with my mom, which is kind of obvious given the relationship dynamics of Indian families, but even worse, it seems like my uncle and aunt are having something going on between them. She behaved as if she’s an outsider and she’s here because she’s supposed to be, which isn’t normal among Indian housewives.

We finish dinner and my aunt is doing her chores in kitchen while my uncle is talking in his phone, at balcony, my mom and I are watching TV as its just 9 PM. “Rahul, Pooja aunt will be sleeping in your room. Abhinav uncle and I will sleep in my room ok?” my mom tells me slowly.

“Ah ok fine.” I say in response. Obviously there are so many questions in my mind, it’s so unusual that my aunt will be sleeping in my room instead of my uncle to be sleeping in my room, but then I know that even if I ask a question to my mum, she’d just say I wouldn’t understand even if she explains, a typical response from Indian parents, despite me being 19yo already.

After a few minutes, I walk into my room and jump onto my good old queen sized bed, it’s more than enough for 1 person, but just enough for 2 people, while the bed in my mom’s room is King size, large enough for 2 people. I start to scroll through my phone as my aunt arrives into my room, in her pink satin fabric nightie, the fabric looks so soft and fancy, not the ones my mom usually wears. My eyes ogled on her body as she walks inside, lifting her arms and ties her hair into a bun, exposing her underarms through the short sleeves of her nightie, a view which is always admired by most of the Indian men!

I smile at her as she arrives beside me and sleeps on the bed without talking much, it feels like I am an outsider in my own room now. I am wearing a white t-shirt and a brown boxer. I can notice sweat drops dripping down her face, making their way down her cleavage, like a river flowing between two mountains, such a scenic view indeed.

“uhm can I turn on the AC? You seem to be sweating aunt…” I try to break the ice.

She turns around to look at me, “yeah sure.” she replies simply.

“So how’s uncle’s work and everything?” I ask in return.

“It’s good.” She says in a disinterested mood as if she just wants to sleep in peace. I felt like I am pushing a bit, so I just shrug it off and continue to use my phone.

“How is your Uni and your studies? They’re hiring next year in campus?” She asks after a solid minute of silence, as if she felt a bit guilty for not being slightly social with me.

“They’re good! I am in 6th semester, so not yet! Though I want to go into same line of work as Abhinav uncle.” I say in response.

She eyes at me from her shoulders as I am smiling and typing in my phone, “girlfriend?” she asks me straight forward.

I go numb for a moment, not because she caught me or anything, I don’t even have a girlfriend to begin with, but relatives don’t usually ask these kind of questions, and that too coming from my aunt makes me a bit wonder.

“No no, it’s just our friends group! And I don’t have a girlfriend…” I say with a shrug, at this point, it’s both flexing and a sad thing for me to admit that I am still single.

She nods simply and turns around, her back facing me as she tries to sleep for the night. I continue chatting with my friends and after a few minutes, a sudden sound bursts out from my phone, a sound of Indian woman screaming in pleasure as if she’s getting pounded by someone, loud moans filling the room for a few seconds. I stumble with my phone, panicked, quickly fidgeting my fingers on phone to turn it off or at least reduce the volume.

“What was that?” my aunt asks furrowing her brows.

“Sorry sorry, it was just a prank video from one of my friends, I didn’t know the content, so I opened it and like…” I try to explain the truth and stop as she laughs at the silliness of the situation. “I swear it’s just a prank video, there’s nothing in the video… See?” I turn my phone screen towards her and play the video with full sound again as it plays the same womanly moans again, filling the room.

“Ok stop, I get it, it’s just a prank video.” She says with a laugh and lies on bed again, this time turning towards me. “So this is what your friends do huh? Sending such videos and pranking guys who play that with full sound while they’re home?” she asks with a tease.

I shrug off with a nod, “well I am sure many of my friends would have fell for it too!” I say.

“Your generation is so much into phones, so no wonder most of you fall for it!” she says with a sweet smile, trying her best to not sound like my mum who complains about me spending too much time on phone.

“I mean you can’t blame us! Like take me for example, it’s just me and my mum living here, I can’t talk to her openly, because of generation gap, so I tend to spend time with my friends online.” I explain.

“Why don’t you talk to your mum?” She asks curiously. My eyes slowly shift from her eyes to her breasts, the thick velvet fabric outlining her bosom shape as if she is braless beneath the nightie.

“How can I? She doesn’t tell me half of the stuff, she just tells me what to do, but not why… Like take this as an example. You and uncle came here, so I asked her about what happened, casually, but she doesn’t tell me. She’d just say, ‘you still need to grow up to understand these’, like I’m 19 already, and it’s not rocket science.” I vent slightly.