My name’s Love, a 23-year-old guy from Kotkapura, standing 5’10” with a fair complexion and a fit body. Today, I’m sharing a real, steamy story about how I ended up fucking my gorgeous aunty, Sonam. She’s 35, but her beauty could make any guy lose his mind. Her figure? A jaw-dropping 38-30-36, with big, firm tits, a slim waist, and a thick, juicy ass that gets my cock hard just thinking about it. Her brown eyes, pink lips, and seductive walk set my heart racing. I’ve had a crush on her since I was a kid, but now, as a grown man, that crush had turned into raw, burning lust.
A few days ago, I got the chance to stay at her place—a big, quiet bungalow in a posh part of town where she lives with my uncle. When I arrived, I found out my uncle was away for a week on some work. Sonam aunty was all alone. My mind went wild. This was my shot—seven days to make her mine.
The first day, we spent chatting and laughing about random stuff. She treated me like a king, cooking delicious meals. That night, after dinner, she went to change and came back in a tight, almost see-through nighty that hugged every curve of her body. Her massive 38D tits were practically spilling out, and I could faintly see the outline of her nipples. I couldn’t stop staring. She caught me looking but didn’t say anything—just gave a sly smile that made my cock twitch.
Later, I went to the bathroom to change and found her bra and panties lying there. The bra had “38D” written on it. My heart raced. I picked up her panties, sniffed them, and licked the part that had touched her pussy. The musky scent drove me crazy. I grabbed her bra, wrapped it around my hand, and jerked off, blowing my load all over it. I came out wearing just shorts, no underwear, my cock half-hard under the fabric. That night, I crashed in my room, but sleep wouldn’t come. All I could think about was how to fuck her. Eventually, I passed out, lost in my dirty thoughts.
The next morning, my cock was rock-hard. I pulled it out of my shorts and started stroking, thinking of her. Suddenly, the door opened. I shut my eyes, pretending to sleep, my hand still on my 7.5-inch dick. I could feel her staring at it for a long moment before she quietly left. A bit later, she knocked and came in with a sexy smile, telling me to get up for tea. My heart was pounding. I went to the bathroom and noticed her panties from last night were gone, but the bra—still sticky with my cum—was there. I jerked off again, unloading into it, then showered and stepped out.
When aunty came out of her shower, I checked the bathroom again. The bra was gone. She’d worn it—the one I’d cum all over. The thought made my head spin. She acted normal, chatting casually, but my cock was throbbing. That night, she called me to her room. She was sitting in front of her mirror, wearing that same tight nighty, her tits practically begging to be touched. My cock stiffened, making a visible tent in my shorts.
Aunty: “Love, sleep here tonight.”
Me: “Sure, aunty.”
I sat on her bed. She turned off the light and lay down with her back to me. Sleep was impossible. I slid closer, wrapping my arm around her, my hard cock pressing against her ass. She didn’t react. Emboldened, I started rubbing her ass gently. She stirred, moving her hand, so I froze. Then, out of nowhere, she reached back and grabbed my cock. I stayed silent, heart pounding.
Aunty: “What’s this, Love? Playing innocent now?”
Me: “Nothing, aunty.”
She squeezed my cock hard, making me wince.
Me: “Aunty, that hurts!”
Aunty: “Why the act? You cum all over my bra, and now you’re pretending? I wore that cum-soaked bra all day, and you’re saying sorry?”
I couldn’t hold back. I crashed my lips onto hers, kissing her hungrily. She kissed back, our tongues tangling, her lips soft and salty. We made out for a solid 25 minutes, my hands roaming her neck, her ears, her cheeks. I yanked off her nighty, revealing her bare tits—no bra. Her 38D breasts bounced free, conical and perfect, with dark, hard nipples. I dove in like a starved man, sucking one tit while squeezing the other.
Aunty: “Ohhh… suck it… suck harder… ever since I saw your cock this morning, my pussy’s been itching… ahhh… squeeze those tits… milk them dry…”
I alternated between her left and right tit, sucking one nipple while pinching the other, rolling it between my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her areolas, biting gently until they turned red. I moved down, licking the valley between her tits, then her navel, shoving my tongue inside. She was losing it.
Aunty: “Ohhh, baby… that feels so fucking good… your uncle never made me feel like this… keep licking… ahhh…”
I licked her shaved armpits, savoring the clean, musky taste. Then I slid off her panties—they were soaked, probably from cumming already.
Aunty: “I’m naked, Love. When are you showing me that cock?”
I ripped off my shorts, my 7.5-inch cock springing free. She pounced on it, pulling back the foreskin and sucking it like a pro. It was my first blowjob, and it felt like heaven. I admitted I was a virgin.
Aunty: “The way you’re making me feel, no expert could do better.”
She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Me: “Ohhh… you suck like a fucking slut… so good… if I knew you were this good, I’d have given you my cock ages ago…”
Me: “Aunty, I’m gonna cum!”
Aunty: “Cum in my mouth… I want to drink it… I wore your cum-stained bra all day, now fill my mouth…”
I exploded, shooting three thick ropes of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking, milking my cock dry. The pleasure was unreal.
I told her to get into 69. Her pussy was dripping wet. I licked it, tasting her salty, tangy juices for the first time. I sucked her clit, plunging my tongue deep. Within minutes, she came, screaming “Ohhh… ahhh…” as her juices flooded my mouth. I drank it all. She kept sucking my cock, getting it hard again.
I flipped her onto her back, positioning my cock at her pussy.
Aunty: “Stop teasing… fuck me… shove it in… I’ll die if you don’t…”
Her pussy was dripping, her screams filling the room. I rubbed my cock against her slit and thrust hard. She yelped.
Aunty: “Ohhh… slow down, you bastard… you’ll rip me apart…”
My cock hurt too.
Me: “Aunty, it hurts.”
Aunty: “First time always hurts… a few thrusts, and it’ll feel good.”
I thrust again, burying my entire cock inside her. She screamed.
Aunty: “You fucker… slow down… I’m not running away…”
I pounded her harder, her pussy gripping my cock. She turned wild.
Aunty: “Ohhh… fuck me harder… you bastard… look at your stamina… your cock’s hitting my womb… ahhh… rip my pussy apart… you’re my real man… this pussy’s yours… fuck it raw…”
Her body tensed, nails digging into my back as she came, her screams echoing. I wasn’t done. I pulled out, shoved my cock in her mouth, and grabbed a tissue to wipe her pussy clean. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and slid back in. Her pussy was dry now, making it tight and painful for her.
Aunty: “Ohhh… baby… it hurts so bad… go slow…”
I kept fucking her, feeling my orgasm build.
Me: “Aunty, I’m cumming…”
Aunty: “Cum inside… fill my pussy… it’ll soothe me…”
I unloaded deep inside her, collapsing on top. After a moment, she looked down and saw blood stains under her pussy.
Aunty: “You made me a woman again… you fucked me till I bled… your cock’s a beast… I’ll fuck it forever…”
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