My Aunty Paid Me For Helping Her

My Khala (Aunty) was a 61-year-old typical looking Bengali mature woman. She was just over 5' 1", chubby with a bunch of fatty rolls on her mid-rif and large tits that drooped over a protruding belly. She had strong big round buttocks that tapered into skinny ankles. She always covered her hair and always wore either a shelwar kameez or a mexi dress. Six months had passed since circumstances took a turn and I had sex with Khala. Since then, she would often come to my home that I shared with my parents, and I would try and stay out of the way should she say something that would incriminate me.

Today, she had turned up, more flustered than usual. I opened the door to her and gave my salaam to her and she reciprocated. She asked where my mom was. I shrugged in the direction of the living room and headed upstairs to my room, but I didn't go in, as Khala headed into the living room. I stopped at the edge of the stairs and listened in as best as I could. I could hear Khala talking to my mom louder than usual and crazy thoughts ran through my head.

Six months ago, I had cum inside her, on her insistence. She said she was too old to get pregnant, but what if she wasn't? Surely, I would have noticed her stomach getting even bigger.

I heard my name being called by my mom and I froze. Oh shit, this is it. I heard the living room door open and my mom called out my name again.

I stood silent for a few seconds then said meekly: "ji?"

"Come down."

I could feel the blood draining from my face, but I went into my devil may care mode and went down the stairs.

Mom had already sat back down on the sofa when I walked into the living room.

"Your Khala has a problem." Mom started.

I don't know what my face was doing hearing that, but I know it wasn't my normal face. At that point I didn't know what face to make.

"There was a leak from the flat above where she lives and your Khala needs someone to paint her walls and put up some wallpaper."

"Wha...?" I said, relieved but also fighting the urge to pass out.

"Your Khala needs someone to do some decorating. Can you do it for her?"

I was the family handy man and so I was often asked to do small jobs for family.

"Er... yeh... do you have the paint and everything?" I asked, slowly getting back into the moment.

"Everything has been bought." Khala said.

"Ok. Is tomorrow ok? I've got tomorrow and the day after free before I head back to Uni." I said.

"Tomorrow is ok. What time will you come?" Khala asked.

"Morning?"

"Ok, yes. Thank you. I'll cook for you tomorrow."

"No need, Khala. Ok. I'll come tomorrow." And with that I left the room and headed up the stairs to my room, relief flooding over my body.

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The next morning, I quickly showered, ate, packed some tools, bid farewell to my mom and headed out in the car to my Khala's flat.

It was a short journey, some twenty minutes.

I parked outside the flat and rang her intercom.

I heard Khala's voice come through the speaker asking who it was. I said: "It's me, Khala. Come to do the decorating."

The door unlocked and I went in and headed up the steps to her flat. Khala, unlocked her flat door, gave a half smile and ushered me in. She was wearing a mexi again, with her hair out. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and I could just about make out her nipples under the dress. I glanced at the shape of her body through her dress and remembered laying on top of her naked body with her legs spread wide while I entered her wet pussy. I physically shook my head to get the images out of my mind.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked, as I walked through into the hallway.

"Yes. Which room, Khala?" I was deliberately keeping conversation short so I wouldn't be drawn into a discussion.

"In the bedroom. The one you stayed in last time."

I headed towards the spare bedroom.

"Not that one. The other one."

I stopped dead in my tracks, She must remember everything. She must remember me touching her pussy. Massaging it. Licking it. Staying in her bedroom for the night. Fucking her.

"Ok." I said, without turning around. I kept walking to her bedroom.

"All the paint and brushes are in there." Khala said in the hallway, as I walked into the room and shut the door gently behind me.

Fuck.

Anyway. I was there to quickly do the job and get out.

I looked at the wall opposite the door and saw what had to be done. The wallpaper had come down and I could see a large area that had been damp.

I heard a gentle knock on the door and Khala opened it. She stood at the doorway and looked at the wall to be decorated.

"Will you be able to do it?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Ji oy. It's not that bad". I replied. "I'll remove the wallpaper, fill in any cracks, let it dry for a bit and then wallpaper over it. I might have to come back another day to paint it."

"Acha," Khala said. "I asked so many people and they said it would cost hundreds of pounds to do."

Yeh, I thought to myself, decorators are such scammers, bumping up prices as soon as they see a woman on their own.

"It's ok Khala, it's not that much work. I'll finish it quickly."

"Ok, thank you, phut (son). It's a great help. I will pay you for this ok?"

"No need Khala," I said, as I started to rip off the wallpaper.

"No, no, I insist," she said. "I'll get you some tea." And with that she turned around and went to the kitchen.

I continued to rip the wallpaper from the wall. The quicker I did this the quicker I could leave and not have any awkward conversations about that night with Khala.

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It took a good four hours to strip, fill, sand and re-wallpaper the wall. In that time, Khala had come and gone numerous times offering drink and food. However, I got the feeling she was coming in so often to see if I was doing a good job.

I stood back from my handy work and with my fists on my hips, I sighed satisfactorily.

I tidied up and then went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I dried my hands on the towel hanging from the door bar and wiped my face clean as well.

I left the bathroom and headed to the living room where I found Khala sitting watching Bangla TV.

"Khala, it's all done. Do you want to see?"

"Oh, thank you so much, phut." She said, as she got up from the sofa and headed to the bedroom. I followed behind her and saw her round ass move under her dress as she walked. She walked into the bedroom and looked around.

"You can't see any of the damp or cracks anymore. Thank you so much". She said.

"It has to dry before I can paint it, so I'll be back tomorrow to do it." I said, as I took a step into the room.

"Thank you, thank you." She said. "Now, how much should I pay you?"

"Nothing at all, Khala. It's only a few hours of work." I headed towards the tools.

"Yes, but it's a lot of work. Let me give you something."

"Khala, keep your money. No need."

I started to pack my tools away. Khala stood a few steps behind me.

"Acha reh phut..." Khala said quietly. "Do you want payment another way?"

"It's Ok, Khala, no need to pay me money." I said, as I zipped up my bag.

"Not money... you can do it with me again."

I was sure I didn't hear clearly. I stopped. "Khala?" I asked.

"You can do the sex on me again?" She said. "You've done something for me, I can do something for you."

"Umm..." I said, not daring to look back at Khala.

I could hear Khala walking towards the bed.

"Aow (come)." She simply said.

"Ji?" I said.

She went to the bed and sat on the side.

"Just do it like last time. As long as you want, phut (son)."

She reached down and lifted her mexi dress up to her knees. Khala then leaned forward, stood up and lifted the mexi dress up to her waist and sat down again. She spread her legs apart.

I looked over at her, my mouth open in shock, and I could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her legs were bare. Her chubby pussy was hairy, and the pussy lips were blushing.

"Aow re phut." She said again. She rested the mexi-dress hem down and then reached out to me.

She took a hold of my wrist and pulled me over. I took the few steps towards her in stunned silence and stood in front of her as she spread her legs wider.

"Khala... ummm... are you sure?"

She started unbuckling my belt and then pants and all I could do was stutter vowels.

"It's ok. You did a great thing for me. You can do the sex with me." Khala said.

Khala pulled my pants down and my dick flopped out. It was soft.

"Tik ase (it's ok)." Khala said. And without another word she held onto my thighs, leaned forward and took my dick into her mouth.

It felt so good. Khala's mouth was warm and soft. I could feel the blood pumping into my dick.

I looked down and saw her head move back and forth slowly as she sucked my cock.

I started to breathe heavily. She sucked cock good. Surprisingly good. I could hear her slurping and I could feel her tongue move up and down the shaft of my cock.

With each suck I pushed forward gently with my hip so my cock went deeper into her mouth. She made a noise every time I pushed - a slight moan.

I closed my eyes and just let Khala suck me.

I felt Khala's hands run down and come off my thighs. I opened my eyes and saw her begin lift her mexi dress up. She slipped my rock-hard cock out of her mouth.

Khala pulled her mexi dress over her tits. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra either. Was it her plan all along? Her tits proudly sat on top of her round belly and her dark, large nipples were erect.

She took my erect cock into her right hand, spread her legs, and slowly leaned back, taking me with her.

"Harai-deuw, phut (put it in, son)" Khala said quietly. I took a step forward. She lead my cock down towards the opening of her vagina. I leaned over her and propped myself up on the bed with my hands.

I let Khala pull me towards her. I remembered how Khala's pussy was the last time we fucked.

She searched for the opening with the tip of my cock. After a few moments she found it and I could feel the head of my cock enveloped by her pussy lips.

Her legs widened slightly more.

"Shooru khoro (go ahead and start)." She said. She dropped her arms by her side onto the bed.

I pushed into her opening and her pussy took in my stiff cock.

It felt as I remembered. Warm, wet and welcoming. I pushed in further and Khala's pussy took in my entire length. She let out a soft moan. I felt Khala's pussy wrapped around my cock. I slowly pulled back until just the head of my cock was still in, paused for a second, and then pushed in deep again. Khala let out another soft moan. I looked at her face. She had her eyes shut tight and her face was turned away from me.

I pulled back again, paused, and pushed in, this time with bit more force.

"Ufff" Khala said.

I leaned in and sucked on her neck. She jolted and arched her back. I pulled my hips back and thrust into her again and she let out a louder moan. I began moving my hips back and forth in a slow, rhythmic way. I felt her legs widen and her hands went onto my love handles and she started pulling me deeper everytime I pushed in. Her full tits were moving up and down with every fuck.

I began to thrust in and out harder. I was kissing her all over her neck and ear. I grabbed her right breast with my left hand and began to massage it. I could feel her nipple was hard. Her moaning was getting louder. She was old but her tits were fleshy, and her pussy was moist and I could hear the wet noise of my cock going in and out of her.

She turned her face towards mine and I quickly worked my lips up to hers. We kissed hard. I slipped my tongue out and licked her lips and she did the same. Our tongues met as I fucked her harder and harder. Khala stuck her tongue out and I took into my mouth. I could hear my balls slapping hard against her ass as I fucked her. She moaned loudly into my mouth.

Damn, I wanted to fuck Khala in the ass. I gave one last deep push into her and then slipped out of her pussy. My cock had Khala's juices all over. I was panting hard and Khala was almost breathless. I moved off her and guided her to stand. I lifted her mexi-dress and undressed her fully. I turned her around and reached around to her tits. They were full and heavy. I played with her right nipple a few seconds before I kissed her on the neck making her moan. I held her waist with my left hand and then pushed her back forward with my right hand. She understood what I wanted, and she bent over. She stood with her feet apart, giving me ample access to her ass and pussy from behind. Khala had a big, round, strong buttocks. Her ass-hole was dark and I could see a few strands of hair around the hole, but I didn't care. I kneeled down and held her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her ass puckered. I leaned in and kissed her hole. Khala quivered. I kissed harder and then slipped my tongue out and flicked the end of my tongue on her ass hole. I pushed my tongue onto her hole but Khala was resisting. I licked her and then put my tongue on her hole and pushed gently, but firmly. I could hear her breathe out and she relaxed her ass-hole. My tongue went in. Khala moaned out aloud as I began to tongue-fuck her.

I caressed her thighs as my tongue went in and out. Khala was pushing back every time I pushed my tongue in and I knew she wanted more.

I stood up, wiped my mouth and then positioned up behind her. Khala was breathing heavily. I held my cock in my right hand and positioned the tip on Khala's ass hole. Her hole was covered in my spit and I used this to lube up my cock. As I held my shaft tight, I pushed forward. I felt Khala push back. She wanted me to fuck her ass. I pushed again and the head of my cock went in. Khala gasped. I held firmly onto her hips and pushed into her ass. It was tight and my cock felt as though it was going to burst. I stroked in and out of Khala's ass hole. The more I did the less resistance there was. I grabbed the flab on her hips and started speeding up my strokes. Khala was moaning aloud.

"Ufffff... aaaaaaaah... ufffffff...."

I pulled my cock out of her ass and quickly found her pussy and entered in. I pushed Khala down onto the bed used all of my weight as I fucked her pussy from behind. Khala had her face sideways on the bed, her eyes shut tight. I lifted her right leg to gain more access to her pussy and rammed in again. I fucked her back and forth with as must strength I had, as I held her leg aside. I could feel that I was coming. Should I take my cock out and shoot? I didn't care about the consequences at that point and with one final thrust I shot my load deep into Khala's pussy. The relief that came out of me was incredible and I let out a huge sigh as my cum filled Khala's pussy. I lay on top of Khala and squeezed to get out any remaining cum that I had.

Khala was panting heavily. I lifted myself off her and my cock slipped out of her juice filled pussy. I looked at her laying there, naked, and saw a mixture of mine and hers cum dripping down her leg.

"Er... thanks, Khala." I said, sheepishly, as I gathered up my pants and headed to the bathroom.

"Come... tomorrow... and finish... the work... and I'll pay you again..." Khala said in-between breathes.

I looked back at her and a small smile crept onto my face. I couldn't wait to come back and finish the job.