My Indian Maid

As a boy growing up in India we had a maid who practically raised me. From an early age, she would bathe me and get me ready for school, and she would be the only one home after school until my parents came home from work. As a little boy, I did not think much of it; she would sit on a stool with her saree hiked up as he poured mugs of warm water over me and rub soap all over my body. She always took special care of soaping my butt and little penis, which I found quite pleasant and used to look forward to our bathing time.

A special treat was on weekends in the winter when my parents were away on an errand or something, she would declare my skin was getting dry, get me buck naked and massage my boyish body with oil under the sun on the roof terrace of our house. She would start with my feet and legs, moving up to my ass, turn me over, my chest, and then lovingly caress my penis and balls with her oily hands. It was just heaven.

This continued as I grew into my early teens, each time getting more excited about being naked in front of her. It was so normalized, that I never thought much beyond the pleasant sensations and closeness I felt to her. One time my parents were going to a wedding function in another city and were going to be gone for 3 days. They left me under the care of Maya, who was really a member of the family now. As she got me out of bed in the morning she noticed I had had a wet dream. I was a little embarrassed, but she said never mind let me bathe you. In the bathroom, I noticed her saree was hiked up more than usual, and I could make out her dark pussy. She soaped my body and noticed me getting hard. Slowly she stroked my soapy penis and balls and made me cum. Then she cleaned me up and said, from now on we must do this so I do not spoil the sheets.

By Anjali

Embarrassing CONFESSION

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