Bua Sex Story:
I’m Jatin, a 24-year-old guy from Ahmedabad, and this is the story of how I fucked my aunt. I work at a call center, but this happened two years ago when I was still studying for my M.Com. My aunt is a beautiful, refined widow with a stunning 34-30-36 figure, fair skin, and an age of about 45. Five years ago, her husband passed away, and her large family in Katni, Madhya Pradesh, gave her a lot of support.
When my aunt came to stay at our house in Ahmedabad two years ago, I was thrilled. I’ve always adored her. Growing up, I’d spend hours with her, hugging her, resting my head in her lap, and falling asleep to her soothing voice. I respected her deeply, and she loved me like her own. There was never anything improper in my feelings for her—just pure affection. My family consists of my parents and grandma, and our small home is filled with warmth and love.
That night, after dinner, everyone went to bed. As always, I slept next to my aunt. It was a habit from childhood, and she never objected. We lay on the same bed, facing each other. It was a moonlit night, and a soft glow spilled through the window, casting shadows across the room. She was wearing a thin, pink nightgown that clung to her curves, highlighting every line of her body. I had on pajamas and a t-shirt.
In the middle of the night, I woke up with my hand resting on her stomach. The silky fabric of her gown felt like velvet under my fingers. Her warm breath grazed my face, and her scent—a mix of jasmine and womanly musk—hit me like a drug. My heart started racing, and a strange heat coursed through me. I couldn’t resist. Slowly, I slid my hand up toward her breasts. She was fast asleep, unaware of my touch. I gently placed my hand on her breast, feeling its softness through the gown. Fuck, it was like touching a cloud. My cock twitched, hardening in my pajamas.
Emboldened, I slipped my hand under her gown, grazing her bra. Her tits were practically spilling out, begging to be touched. I pushed her bra up, and my fingers met her bare breast. Holy shit, it was so soft, like a perfect sponge. My cock was rock-hard now, straining against my pajamas and brushing against her thigh. I squeezed her tit gently, and it sent my dick into a full salute. Just then, her eyes fluttered open.
She gasped, shocked, and said, “What the hell, Jatin? Aren’t you ashamed, doing this?”
My heart pounded, but I didn’t back down. Looking into her eyes, I said, “Auntie, I love you. I’m crazy about you. You know that, don’t you?”
She frowned, her voice stern but shaky, “Yes, but this is wrong. This is forbidden.”
I grabbed her hand, pleading, “Please, let me do this. If I don’t, I might end up with some stranger, and that’d be worse, right?”
She sighed, exasperated, “What’s gotten into you, Jatin? Why are you talking like this?”
I squeezed her hand tighter and said, “Your touch drove me wild, Auntie. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Who wouldn’t lose their mind over you?”
She gave a small smile, her cheeks flushing, and said, “Oh, you silly boy. What’s so special about me?”
I grinned, “You’re a fucking goddess. Your fair skin, those perfect tits, that killer waist—fuck, I’m done for.”
I begged her relentlessly, pouring my heart out. Finally, she relented, her eyes softening. I pulled her into my arms and laid her down on the bed. I kissed her forehead tenderly, then moved to her cheeks, her chin, and finally her full, juicy lips. Her lips were so soft, I lost myself in them. I pried them open with my tongue, diving into a deep, hungry kiss. She kissed me back, her tongue dancing with mine. We made out for ten minutes, our breaths hot and heavy, our bodies burning with desire.
I slid her gown up slowly, kissing her smooth, fair stomach. When I reached her navel, I couldn’t resist—I dipped my tongue into it, swirling around. She moaned softly, “Oh, Jatin… what are you doing to me…” Her voice was dripping with lust. I pulled her gown all the way up and off, leaving her in just a white bra and panties. Her tits looked like they were fighting to break free from that bra. I squeezed them over the fabric, then unhooked it, letting her perfect, round breasts spill out. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, teasing her nipple with my tongue. She groaned, “Fuck, Jatin… that feels so good…” Her hands ran through my hair, pulling me closer as she moaned louder.
My eyes drifted to her panties. They were so tiny, her pussy mound was practically begging for attention. I slid them down, kissing her creamy thighs as I went. Her pussy came into view, lightly dusted with hair, and fuck, it was beautiful. I leaned in, inhaling her musky scent—it drove me insane. I licked her pussy lips, tasting her wetness. She gasped, “Oh God, Jatin… lick my pussy… it’s been so long…” I dove in, my tongue exploring every fold, sucking her clit, lapping up her juices. Her pussy tasted like heaven, and I couldn’t get enough. She bucked her hips, grinding her cunt against my mouth, moaning, “Yes… eat me… fuck, Jatin, don’t stop…”
I slipped a finger into her tight pussy, then two, fucking her with them as I sucked her clit. Her moans turned to screams, “Oh fuck… my pussy… it’s on fire…” Her body tensed, and I knew she was close. She grabbed my head, shoving my face deeper into her cunt as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it all up, savoring every drop.
She was panting, her eyes wild with lust. “Jatin… I can’t take it anymore… fuck me… shove your cock in my pussy…”
I ripped off my pajamas and underwear. My 6-inch cock sprang free, hard as steel. She stared at it, her eyes wide, and said, “Fuck, Jatin… what a gorgeous cock… how’d you hide this from me?”
I smirked, “Saved it just for you, Auntie.”
She laughed, “You’ve made me so fucking happy.”
She grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, then leaned down and took the tip in her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled around my cockhead, and I groaned, “Oh shit, Auntie…” She sucked me like a pro, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, her tongue teasing my balls. I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth as she moaned around my cock. The sensation of her wet mouth and tight throat had me in paradise.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer. I flipped her onto her back and climbed on top. My cock brushed against her soaked pussy, and she whimpered, “Fuck me, Jatin… fuck my pussy… it’s been starving for years.”
I teased her slit with my cockhead, rubbing it against her clit. She moaned, “Don’t tease me… shove it in…” I pushed my cock into her tight pussy, and fuck, it was like sliding into warm velvet. She was so tight, it felt like her pussy was gripping me. She gasped, “Oh God… slow, Jatin… it hurts…” I kissed her deeply, muffling her moans so no one else in the house would hear. Slowly, I moved my cock in and out, letting her adjust. Her pussy was wet but so fucking tight, like it hadn’t been fucked in years.
Once the pain faded, I picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around me, moaning, “Yes, my sweet boy… fuck me hard… fuck your auntie’s pussy… oh God, it’s been so long…” I pounded her harder, my cock slamming deep into her cunt. Her pussy juices coated my dick, making every thrust slick and perfect. She clawed at my back, her nails digging into my skin, and the pain only made me fuck her harder. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I grabbed them, squeezing and pinching her nipples as I fucked her senseless.
We fucked for a solid 15 minutes, her moans growing louder, “Fuck, Jatin… my pussy’s yours… tear it apart…” Her pussy clenched around my cock as she came again, her juices gushing, soaking the sheets. The feeling of her hot cum on my dick pushed me to the edge. I pulled out just in time, and she grabbed my cock, jerking it fast. My cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering her stomach and tits. I collapsed beside her, kissing her deeply as we both caught our breath.
After cleaning up, she came back and snuggled into my arms. She whispered, “Jatin, you fucked your auntie so good… I’ll never forget this.”
I kissed her lips and said, “No favors, Auntie. I’m yours. I love you.”
She smiled, “Love you too, my sweet boy.”
After that night, every time she visited, we’d find a way to fuck. Each time was hotter, wilder, like we were lovers, not just aunt and nephew. Our bond grew deeper, fueled by passion and forbidden desire.