Lalitha Bhabhi : Part 1
Lalitha was a fair, plump woman, about 41 years old, with a soft, heavy frame that carried her age well. Her husband worked for a coastal shipping company and only breezed into town every six months. She had a son in class 8, tucked away at a boarding school, who only showed up during holidays. This little tale unfolded in Kolkata, where Lalitha, a married housewife, lived solo in a rented duplex. My parents—Ma and Baba—had to jet off to Chennai for some work gig, and since Ma knew Lalitha Aunty, they dumped me at her place for a few days. I’m Arjun, class 10, and I’ve got a thing for mature aunties with thick, juicy waists that demand attention.
That afternoon, my folks dropped me off near her place, and I trudged up to the rented house. It was a big, two-story deal—impressive for a solo tenant. Sweaty and…