Hey there, I’m Sam, 22 years old, living in Bharuch. This is a wild, steamy story about how I ended up fucking my aunt Daxa on a deserted Goa beach. Daxa, 39, is a total bombshell—curvy, fair-skinned, and a little on the chubby side, which only makes her hotter. Her height is around 5 feet, with a killer 36-34-38 figure. Her big, heavy tits sag just enough to drive you wild, her belly juts out seductively, and her thick thighs and plump, juicy ass jiggle with every step. She’s a mother of two boys, aged 14 and 10, and still oozes raw sex appeal.
This all went down when Daxa, her husband, and their two kids planned a trip to Goa. My uncle is a heavy drinker, so they insisted I tag along to keep things under control. I was game for it. We planned a 6-day trip in the first week of June. Summer vacations were winding down, so Goa wasn’t too crowded. We drove to Mumbai and then flew to Goa. The first day was a washout due to rain, but the next five days were a blast—beaches, markets, and nightlife.
The real action happened on our last night. Around 9 PM, Daxa and my uncle got into a heated argument. He was plastered, as usual, and passed out. We’d already had dinner, and the kids were asleep. Daxa, fuming, stormed out of the hotel room. She was wearing a tight yellow pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, her short hair styled perfectly. Her thick, fair thighs looked mouthwatering in those shorts, and her tits bounced with every step—probably because her bra was loose. Her ass, hugged tight by the shorts, swayed hypnotically as she walked. I followed her, curious and a little worried.
She headed straight for the beach, which was nearly empty due to the late hour and a light drizzle. She kept walking, and I trailed behind, keeping my distance. Further along, I spotted a white guy sitting alone, sipping a beer. He was shirtless, wearing just shorts, probably in his 40s or 50s. His eyes locked onto Daxa, and he started chatting her up. To my shock, she accepted a beer from him and sat down beside him. I stood there, dumbfounded, watching from a distance.
The beach was deserted, and the two of them were deep in conversation. Daxa downed the beer, and I could tell she was getting a little buzzed. The rain picked up, and they moved to a small shack-like structure on the beach. I followed, getting soaked, and hid near the shack to keep an eye on them. Daxa’s t-shirt was drenched, clinging to her body, her bra and nipples clearly visible through the fabric. The guy started making his move, rubbing his cock through his shorts. Daxa, loosened up by the beer, didn’t pull away when he touched her hands and thighs.
Things escalated fast. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge. She hesitated but then let him guide her. He pulled out his cock—pale, with a red tip, about 6 inches long, completely shaved. Daxa gripped it and started stroking it slowly, her hand moving up and down. The guy leaned in and kissed her, their tongues tangling in a hungry, sloppy make-out session. My own dick was rock-hard watching this unfold.
He gently pushed her down, bringing his cock to her lips. Without a word, Daxa opened her mouth and took it in, sucking it like a pro. She spat on it, making it slick, and slurped it like a lollipop, her head bobbing eagerly. The guy held her head, eyes closed, clearly in ecstasy. She was giving him a blowjob straight out of a porn flick, wet and messy, with loud sucking noises echoing in the shack. I was soaking wet from the rain, but I couldn’t look away.
After about five minutes, Daxa stood up. The guy unbuttoned her tight shorts, struggling to peel them off her thick thighs. She helped, sliding them down, and her ass got covered in beach sand as she bent over. She stood up, and he yanked off her panties, tossing them aside with her shorts. He pulled off his own shorts and spread them on the ground, sitting her down on them. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking like a starved man. His tongue darted in and out, lapping at her clit. Daxa’s eyes were shut tight, her moans barely audible over the rain, but her face screamed pleasure. He reached up, slipping a hand under her t-shirt to grope her massive tits, squeezing them through her bra.
Then he stood, pulling her up with him. He lay down on the shorts and spat on his cock, guiding Daxa to straddle him. She lowered herself onto his dick, her pussy swallowing it whole. She started riding him, her tits and ass bouncing with every thrust. He lifted her t-shirt, exposing her bra, and groped her tits, pinching her nipples through the fabric. Daxa moaned louder, “Ohh… fuck… harder…” clearly lost in the moment.
After a while, he got her on all fours and started fucking her doggy-style, his cock slamming into her pussy from behind. The sound of their bodies slapping together—thap-thap-thap—mixed with the rain. Her ass was turning red from the impact, and she was moaning like crazy, “Ahhh… yes… fuck me…” I was still watching, hidden, but then he spotted me. To my horror, he waved me over. I froze, but he kept gesturing. Nervously, I approached. He grabbed my cock through my pants, making me jump, and signaled for me to fuck her.
I was torn. This was my aunt, but the heat of the moment was overwhelming. He kept pounding her, her moans filling the air, and then he pulled out, pointing my cock toward her dripping pussy. I didn’t have a choice. I knelt down, pulled out my hard dick, and slid it into her soaking wet pussy. It went in so easily, her warmth enveloping me. I started thrusting slowly, scared but insanely turned on. It was my aunt, but like they say—when a cock’s in a pussy, nothing else matters. It’s just raw, primal fucking.
The guy gave me a nod and walked off into the rain, still naked. The shack’s roof was leaking, but I was in heaven, fucking Daxa’s tight, wet pussy. I kept my hands off her body, too nervous to touch her, just focusing on the rhythm of my thrusts. Then he came back with a handkerchief and tied it over Daxa’s eyes. She protested weakly, but he whispered something to her, and she relaxed. I pulled out briefly, and he motioned for me to take off my t-shirt. I did, and he spread it on the ground, laying Daxa on it. She spread her legs, and he sat me down, placing her head in my lap. I sat there, silent, as he went back to fucking her, his cock plunging deep into her pussy.
Her thick thighs quivered, and her belly jiggled with every thrust. Her deep navel and heavy tits were driving me wild. Suddenly, Daxa yanked off the blindfold and saw me. Her eyes widened in shock, and I froze, terrified. She tried to get up, but the guy pinned her down by squeezing her tits hard, keeping her in place. Her head was back in my lap, and she couldn’t do anything as he kept fucking her, his cock making her moan despite herself.
He leaned down, kissing her deeply, and she started kissing him back, her resistance fading. He was close to cumming, and with a grunt, he pulled out, climbed up to her chest, and jerked off furiously, unloading his cum all over her face and tits. Thick ropes of it dripped down her chin. He moved aside, and Daxa sat up, but he grabbed her arms and laid her back down. Her body was covered in sand, her face sticky with his cum.
He gestured for me to take over. I hesitated, then whispered, “Sorry, Daxa…” and slid between her legs. I pushed my cock back into her pussy and started fucking her again. She resisted for a moment, moaning in protest, but soon her moans turned to pleasure, “Ohh… fuck… yes…” I grabbed her tits with one hand, feeling their weight, and placed my other hand on her soft, round belly, thrusting harder. Her pussy was so wet, gripping my cock with every stroke.
The guy got up and left again. It was just me and Daxa now, fucking in the leaky shack as the rain poured outside. I pounded her relentlessly, her moans growing louder, “Ahhh… harder… fuck me…” She was loving it, her body responding to every thrust. Five minutes later, the guy returned, still naked and soaked. He told me to move, and I did. He pulled Daxa up and made me lie down. She straddled me, her face toward me, and started riding my cock, her pussy sliding up and down. I grabbed her hips, feeling her curves, as she moaned, “Ohh… yes… fuck… so good…”
Out of nowhere, the guy stood in front of her and shoved his cock in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, the wet, sloppy sounds mixing with her moans. The rain was still falling, and the cold was biting, but we were too caught up in the heat of it all. Daxa bounced on my cock, her tits jiggling, while she sucked him like a pornstar. I was close to cumming, and despite trying to hold back, I exploded inside her, my cum filling her pussy. She must’ve felt it, pausing for a moment, but kept sucking him.
After about ten minutes, he came too, holding her head as his cum shot down her throat. She swallowed it all, and he finally stepped back, disappearing into the night. Daxa climbed off me, my cock limp and spent. It was my first time fucking without a condom, and her pussy was dripping with my cum. She sat beside me for 10-15 minutes, both of us silent as the rain kept falling.
Eventually, she put on her sandy clothes—her shorts, panties, and t-shirt all gritty and wet. My clothes were no better. We didn’t speak, both too embarrassed or shocked to say anything. My one regret? I never got to taste her pussy. The rain slowed after an hour, and we made our way back to the hotel around 1 AM. We didn’t exchange a single word on the way. At the hotel, we showered and crashed, still silent. The next day, we headed home.
This whole experience confirmed one thing—both my aunts and my mom are total sluts. That’s how I ended up fucking my aunt Daxa on a Goa beach, with a random stranger joining in. What a fucking night.