I seductively replied “yes darling, I mean it. Don’t you want it too”? He quickly replied “ofcourse yesss… aunty. I would be over the moon if you are game for it…”. I pulled him in for another long passionate smooch.
I said “darling it is time to leave now or you will get late to college…”. He pulled up his pants and went out. I got the empty bowl from my kitchen to collect the milk from him… Again his eyes were openly devouring the sight of my cleavage…
I whispered “Suresh you can enjoy playing with these tomorrow morning…”. I looked below and his tent was back… I looked around to make sure no one was close or watching.
Then I shamelessly grabbed his cock from over his pants. I said “Suresh how is it that you are still so hard again”? He signalled at my chest with his eyes.
He said “sorry aunty… This is because I can’t get your big things out of my head… Please do something to help me…”. I replied “Suresh I would love to but then you will get late for college…”.
He quickly replied “don’t worry aunty I still have enough time left… So can we quickly do what you did earlier… Just one more time… Please… Please… Aunty…”. Touching his cock had gotten me really aroused too…
I the back of my mind I was also eager to enjoy the feel of it again. Most importantly I wanted to get more practice deep throating his cock preparing for my next lover… Shyam…
I said “fine Suresh, I am ready to help you but on one condition. I will review your grades regularly. If I see them dipping, then this is off…”. He quickly replied “aunty I swear I will do my best in studies… Now please help me quickly…”.
I took him back inside the house asking him to sit on my sofa while I kept the fresh milk in the kitchen… When I returned, Suresh already had his pants around his knees and his big black cock was standing at full mast…
I naughtily smiled and sat with him again in a side hug. I gripped his cock with my free hand and that made him sigh “Oooohhhh … Fuckkkk…”. I asked “Suresh what did you just say”?
He quickly replied “sorry aunty, I meant your soft warm hands feel so good around my thing…”. I smiled in my mind because if this teenager could use the word fuck then I was going to teach him the real meaning of it.
This time Suresh himself cupped my breast with his free hand since I was sitting side hugging him. I let him caress them while giving him a naughty smile.
This encouraged him making him run his hand feeling up both my boobs and pressing them hard. I let out a “Oooohhhh that hurt sweetheart”. He pulled his hand back in panic and said “I am sorry aunty… I didn’t mean to hurt you…”.
I warmly replied “it’s okay sweetheart. When you feel and squeeze my breasts with little to medium pressure, then I too feel good and enjoy it. But when you use too much pressure, it hurts…”.
I placed his hand again on my breasts and signalled him to proceed… This time he was gently feeling up the contours of my breasts and giving mild squeezes while looking at me for confirmation that he was doing okay.
