Widowed Muslim Aunt and I try BDSM

“How are you feeling, Ali?” Aunt Sheen asked me as she poured me a mug of coffee.

“Great, aunty!” I replied with a grin. I was genuinely happy at everything that had transpired between Aunt Sheen and me since yesterday. Although Sheen aunty had taught me quite a lot of things about sex and had been submissive in bed ever since I remembered the events of the past day marked the beginning of a new aspect in our relationship. I knew that this was one of the major turning points and one of the most memorable two days of my life.

“I’m so glad to hear that, son.” Aunt Sheen said and smiled wide at me, looking happy that I actually liked everything she had asked me to do since yesterday. “You seen to have a natural knack for it, it seems.” She said before settling down back against the wall.

“Really?” I asked, now curious to know what she meant by that. I picked my mug of coffee and took a sip of the delicious, sweet drink and watched as Aunt Sheen flipped out a J from my cigarette packet.

Aunt Sheen grinned but didn’t reply. I watched her flick on the lighter and light the thick J expertly. Aunty took the first puff and held it in for a few more seconds before she slowly let the grey smoke slip out of her thin lips and vanish into thin air with the soft, cool evening breeze.

When Aunt Sheen didn’t explain but took another long puff on the J I shrugged my shoulders but smiled, happy to know that I performed better than my mature, experienced aunt’s expectations in something as new as bondage. It felt great knowing that I was able to satisfy my aunty in the way she wanted. I guessed it was my way of paying her back for all the things she had done for me ever since I was small.

I looked up and noticed the sun was still quite some time from setting behind the horizon. The sky directly overhead was littered with blobs of patterned clouds that were lit with mesmerizing hues of pink and orange.

I slipped out my cell phone from my pocket. I didn’t bother checking the screen and switched on the camera. Although it was one of the earlier Android phones the camera quality was pretty good for the time. I began to click some pics, trying to capture the beautiful clouds overhead aflame against the darkening sky. I then decided to get some pics of the actual sunset behind and stood up and walked a few steps back. I didn’t want anyone from the family to catch me smoking on the terrace, that too with Aunt Sheen! That would be a complete disaster.

By this time, Aunt Sheen slowly poured herself a half-mug of coffee. She leaned back against the wall, taking sips of the piping-hot coffee and looking at me, smiling. Soon though aunty stood up, supporting herself on the wall, clearly feeling the buzz from the strong J she was smoking. She walked slowly and stood to my side.

I was scrolling through the pics I had just taken when I felt Aunt Sheen passing me the J after the second puff and took it. I took the first puff and inhaled deep. I immediately felt the strong stuff hit me. I closed my eyes and let the smoke slip out very slowly through my nostrils. When I opened my eyes, the contrast between the purple sky and the flaming orange clouds was extremely vivid.

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