This is a series of text messages, between my Aunt Smitha and myself, vicky.
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Smitha: vicky, was that on purpose?
vicky: Hello Smitha Aunty. What was on purpose? I did not get that.
Smitha: Stop messing around now. Did you do that purposefully, or was it seriously a mistake?
vicky: Do what Smitha Aunty?
Smitha: Ok, now do not make me angry. Did you just grab my ass at the wedding? I am pretty sure I felt your firm grip on my body.
vicky: What nonsense! I would never do such a thing. Maybe I touched you by mistake. It was so crowded in there. You know that.
Smitha: Yes, I thought so too. But you never bothered to apologize, and also your hand was on my ass for a good 15 seconds.
vicky: It wasn’t me Aunty. It must have been somebody else standing close to us. It could be just your feeling too. Maybe you brushed against a pillar or something.
Smitha: Well okay, I guess it was just that then. But I just wanted to tell you, I loved the way you pressed my ass cheek.
vicky: What? What did you just say?
Smitha: Exactly what you read. I loved it when you groped my ass and continued feeling me up in front of all those people.
vicky: Smitha Aunty, I am so sorry. I just lost my control. I did not mean to.
Smitha: Now don’t feel bad, vicky. I don’t hate you for it.
vicky: Please don’t tell my mother. She would be furious.
Smitha: Hahaha, why would I do that? I am a mother, too. I understand the feelings of a boy of your age.
vicky: It was just from the heat of the moment. I had never had you this close to me before…
Smitha: And so?
vicky: And I never knew you had such a big booty. I just wanted to know how it felt.
Smitha: And how did you find it to be?
vicky: Firm, thick yet soft.
Smitha: Just like how you have imagined them to be?
vicky: Come on Aunty. I have never thought about you like that before.
Smitha: Now that is a lie. I have seen you check me out, before too.
vicky: Well, I am just sorry. But I never wanted to hurt you or touch your private parts.
Smitha: So you have learned a lesson? You won’t do it again?
vicky: No Aunty, trust me, please. I will never do such a thing. Please forgive me
Smitha: What if I want you to?
vicky: What?
Smitha: What if I want you to touch my ass again?
vicky: You cannot be serious!
Smitha: I am. I don’t blame you for what happened today. It is normal, and I did dress to get all the attention.
vicky: You knew all along that your ass was standing out? I mean, you had your pink kurta on top, but your ass still projected out from inside your black tights.
Smitha: Yes, I knew that. I had worn no panties because I wanted my ass to be ogled at.
vicky: I can’t believe you are telling this to me, and we are having this conversation.
Smitha: When did you first notice my ass, today?
vicky: The moment I saw you. I had your side view first when you were talking to my mother. Your ass looked bigger than ever.
Smitha: So you have checked out my ass before too.
vicky: Honestly, yes. I always liked your bubble butt. I have imagined you working out extra hard at the gym for that.