I’m Bobby from Amritsar, and this happened three months back during my summer holidays when I visited my nana-nani’s place. My mama and maami lived there too. My maami, Sonia, was an absolute stunner, always wearing low-neck kurtas that showed off her curves. She was around 32, fair as milk, with long black hair cascading down her back, a curvy figure with a slim waist, wide hips, and a juicy, round ass that swayed when she walked. Her face had this teasing smile, eyes that sparkled with mischief, like she knew she was driving me wild. Every time I saw her, my cock twitched, as if she was pulling me towards her with some invisible force. I’d wait for her to bend over—whether she was sweeping or cutting veggies in the kitchen—just to catch a glimpse of her deep cleavage. Those moments made my heart race like crazy.
Sonia maami’s boobs were my obsession. Big, soft, and so fair they glowed under her kurta, with pink nipples peeking through sometimes. I’d stare sideways, trying not to get caught, my mouth watering to touch them, suck them. Sometimes, I’d “accidentally” brush against her, feeling those soft mounds against my arm. That touch was electric, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to grab her, feel her naked skin, and fuck her senseless. Her body was so hot—curvy, tight, and inviting. I’m no slouch either—25, fit, with a decent 6-inch cock, thick and hard when it’s ready.
One day, my mama had to leave for Dubai for six days on some urgent work. It was just me, maami, and my old nana-nani, who slept early. I was chilling in the hall, watching TV, my mind wandering to her boobs, her ass. Then maami walked in, wearing a light pink kurta that hugged her figure. She handed me a small note, her fingers brushing mine. My heart skipped a beat. I opened it, and it read, “Bobby, I want to tell you something. Seeing you makes me feel something wild inside. I want to spend some alone time with you. I’m too shy to say this to your face, so I wrote it. If you’re okay with it, come to my room at 11 tonight. Return this note if it’s a yes. I’ll wait.”
My cock jumped reading that. I gave the note back to her, our eyes locked for a second, her lips curving into a shy, naughty smile. I couldn’t wait for 11. The whole evening, I was restless, imagining her naked, my hands all over her. Night fell, the house went quiet, and the clock struck 11. My heart was pounding as I crept to her room. The door was slightly open, a dim light glowing inside. I stepped in, and there she was, lying on the bed in a black nighty so thin it was practically see-through. Her big boobs were outlined, nipples poking through. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. The room smelled of her perfume, sweet and heady. I stood there, unsure how to start—should I grab her, kiss her, or what? My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants.
Suddenly, maami grabbed my hand, her touch warm and soft. “You came, Bobby,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. That was it—the start of the hottest night of my life. I pulled her close, her body pressing against mine, those soft boobs squishing against my chest. I kissed her cheeks, slow and teasing, then her neck, nibbling her soft skin. She shivered, her breath quickening. My lips found hers, and we kissed hard, tongues dancing, wet and hungry. She was into it, moaning softly, “Mmm…” I could tell she was loving it, so I slid my hand to her boobs, cupping one. “Ohh… Bobby!” she gasped, her body trembling as my fingers grazed her nipple through the nighty.
Those boobs felt like heaven—so soft yet firm. I pulled the nighty off her shoulders, exposing her bare tits. They were perfect, fair, with pink nipples standing hard. I rubbed her nipples with my thumb, pinching lightly. “Aah… yes…” she moaned, her hands grabbing my cock over my pants, squeezing tight. That touch sent a jolt through me. I buried my face in her boobs, rubbing my cheeks against them, then licking, tasting her salty-sweet skin. I sucked one nipple, swirling my tongue, biting gently. “Ohh… Bobby, you’re making me crazy…” she whispered, her hands stroking my cock harder. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my thick 6-incher, and placed it in her hand. She gripped it, stroking slow, “So hot… so thick…” her voice shy but horny.
I sat her on the bed, standing in front of her. She knew what I wanted. She kissed my cock, starting at the tip, then licking down the shaft. “Fuck… maami…” I groaned. “Take it in your mouth,” I begged. She sucked the tip, her tongue swirling around it, then took it deeper. “Mmm… gluck… gluck…” The sound of her sucking was driving me wild. I grabbed her head, pushing my cock deeper, hitting her throat. Her eyes watered, but she kept sucking, her lips tight around me. I was close, so I pulled out, not wanting to cum yet. But maami wasn’t done—she grabbed my cock and sucked again, harder, faster. My dick was throbbing, full size now. I stripped naked, then pulled off her nighty completely. Her body was a sight—fair, curvy, with a trimmed pussy glistening with wetness. My cock pulsed at the sight.
I needed her pussy now. I laid her on the bed, climbing over her. I kissed her thighs, licking the soft inner parts, making her squirm. My fingers brushed her pussy lips, already wet. I rubbed my cock against her clit, teasing her. “Ohh… Bobby, put it in… I can’t wait…” she moaned, her voice desperate. I pushed my cock into her tight pussy, slow at first. “Aahhh… ouch!” she cried, like it was her first time. It felt like mama never fucked her right. No condom, just raw. I grabbed her hips, pushing deeper. “Slow… it’s too thick…” she whimpered, but soon she was moaning, “Yes… ohh…” I fucked her steady, the “thap… thap…” sound filling the room. Her pussy was so wet, my cock slid easily, stretching her tight hole. I was worried mama would notice her loosened pussy, but I didn’t care.
Her face was pure bliss—eyes closed, lips parted, a small smile. “Fuck me, Bobby… harder…” she whispered. I picked up the pace, pounding her, her boobs bouncing with each thrust. “Ohh… aahh…” she moaned louder. I wanted more, so I said, “Get on your knees, maami.” She turned, ass up, doggy style. Her round ass was perfect, her tiny pink asshole winking at me. I grabbed her cheeks, spreading them. My cock was dying to fuck that tight hole. I rubbed the tip against it, but she stopped me, “No, Bobby… ass hurts too much… never done it.” I begged, “Just once, maami… I’ll go slow.” She hesitated, then nodded, “Okay… but really slow.”
I spit on my cock, lubing it, and pressed against her asshole. “Aahh… it hurts!” she cried, but I kept going, slow and steady. Her hole was so tight, gripping my cock like a vice. “Ohh… fuck…” I groaned as I pushed in, inch by inch. “Thap… thap…” the sound was softer but hotter. She was whimpering, “Slow… ohh…” but soon she relaxed, moaning, “Mmm… it’s okay now…” I fucked her ass, deep and slow, loving the tightness. After a bit, I pulled out, not wanting to hurt her. I laid her down, sat on her stomach, and slid my cock between her boobs, squeezing them around it. “Your tits are so smooth, maami,” I said. She blushed, “Naughty boy…”
“Suck it again,” I urged. She grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her cheeks, then asked, “How’s it feel?” “Suck it first,” I teased. She licked the tip, nibbling lightly with her teeth. “Fuck… maami…” I was losing it. She sucked hard, and I couldn’t hold back—came right in her mouth. “Gluck… gluck…” she swallowed, licking every drop. “What did you do, Bobby? I’m not done!” she said, still horny. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you more,” I promised, but my cock was soft.
I sucked her boobs, biting her nipples, then fingered her pussy, rubbing her clit. She was dripping, moaning, “Ohh… yes… more…” She grabbed my cock, stroking it back to life. Once it was hard, she sucked it again, deep and sloppy, “slurp… slurp…” sounds echoing. “Fuck… so good…” I groaned, pushing into her mouth. “Fuck me again, Bobby,” she begged. I licked her thighs, then her navel, making her squirm, “Ohh… you’re killing me…” I put one leg over my shoulder, rubbed my cock on her pussy, and slid in deep. “Aahhh… yes!” I fucked her hard, “thap… thap… thap…” her pussy so wet it squelched. “Slow down… you’ll tear my pussy!” she gasped, but her moans said she loved it.
I switched positions—she climbed on top, straddling me. Her nipples grazed my lips; I bit them, “Mmm… don’t bite so hard…” She grabbed my cock, rubbing it against her pussy, then slid it in, riding slow. “Ohh… so deep…” Her big boobs bounced as she moved, a sight I’ll never forget—fair, with pink nipples swaying. She pinched her own nipples, moaning louder, “Aahh…” I grabbed her ass, spanking lightly, thrusting up to meet her. “Harder… fuck me…” she panted. I flipped her over, frog style, legs spread wide, and fucked her deep, “pat… pat… pat…” She grabbed my ass, slapping it, “Faster… ohh… yes!” Her pussy squirted, soaking the sheets, and I came inside her, “Aahhh…”
She collapsed, gasping, “No one’s fucked me like this, Bobby… you’re amazing.” I was spent, barely able to move. The clock showed 4 AM. For those six days, I fucked her every night, trying new positions, new ways to make her moan. Now, whenever I visit, I take her to a hotel on some excuse and fuck her brains out. What’s your hottest family fantasy? Share in the comments!