Chapter 1: Introduction
I was a man of twenty-four, unmarried, still living at home with my parents, stewing in the juices of my own lustful thoughts. The day was stifling hot in Dhaka City, and I had been lying in my room, stewing in my own sweat. I had caught a whiff of a sweet, soapy fragrance from the courtyard and it had roused me from my sweltering stupor. I followed the scent and found myself at the entrance to the washroom.
I pushed the door open, expecting to find my mother or my sister, but what I saw instead took my breath away. My Chachi, my paternal aunt, was standing in the shower stall, her back to me, her lush body gleaming with soapy water.
She was a mother of two, and her pregnancy had left her with a voluptuous body, the kind that makes men's mouths water. But she always kept herself covered in public, hiding her body beneath her hijab. I had never seen her like this before, and the sight of her naked body made my heart race.
She began to massage her heavy breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples, causing them to stiffen and jut out from her plump flesh. I could see the droplets of water trickling down her skin, pooling in the valley between her breasts.
I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I watched her. She let out a soft moan as she continued to play with her nipples, massaging them in slow, deliberate circles. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my own aunt, standing naked in front of me, pleasuring herself.
I stepped closer to the shower stall, unable to tear my eyes away from her body. She must have sensed my presence, because she turned around to face me. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw me standing there, but she didn't try to cover herself.
Instead, she looked down at her breasts, and I followed her gaze. I could see the milk trickling out of her nipples, forming a small pool on the shower floor. I had never seen a woman lactate before, and I found myself mesmerized by the sight.
I could feel my cock growing harder in my pants, my body betraying my thoughts.
Chachi, my paternal aunt, looked at me with a mixture of shock and disgust. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.
I couldn't find the words to answer her, my mind still reeling from the sight of her naked body. I stumbled backwards, my legs shaking, until I hit the wall.
"Get out of here!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the washroom. "Get out of here now!"
I turned and fled, my heart pounding in my chest. I stumbled out of the washroom and into the courtyard, my body trembling with shame and excitement. I collapsed onto a bench, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I couldn't believe what had just happened.
I had just seen my Chachi's naked body, her voluptuous curves, her wet skin glistening in the shower. I had seen her playing with her nipples, her fingers caressing her breasts. And then I had see the milk flowing out of her nipples. It was a sight that I would never forget.
I couldn't get the image out of my head, my mind kept drifting back to that moment, to the sight of her naked body. I could feel my cock growing hard again just thinking about it.
I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I slipped my hand into my pants and began to stroke myself, my mind filled with thoughts of my Chachi.
I imagined her standing in front of me again, her wet body glistening in the shower, her breasts full and heavy with milk. I imagined her looking into my eyes as she massaged her nipples, her fingers sliding over her wet flesh.
I felt my orgasm building inside me, my body tensing as I stroked myself faster and harder.
I closed my eyes and envisioned Chachi, her wet body pressed against mine, her breasts crushed against my chest, the milk from her nipples flowing onto my skin.
"Oh fuck, Chachi," I groaned as I came, a wave of pleasure crashing over me.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my hand, at the mess I had made in my pants. I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but I couldn't deny the fact that I had just masturbated thinking about my own aunt.