My name is Divya, a 25-year-old bombshell who knows she’s hot as hell. My curvy, voluptuous 36D breasts and a juicy 38-inch ass can make any man’s cock rock hard. My fair skin, seductive eyes, and the way my body looks in tight clothes—fuck, I’m a walking wet dream. Any guy who sees my ass swaying or my tits bouncing is guaranteed to jerk off thinking about me all night. Either that, or he’ll be pounding his wife or girlfriend’s pussy or ass, imagining it’s me. Today, I’m about to share a story so steamy, you’ll want to grab your partner and fuck them senseless while reading this.
There’s not much age difference between me and my mama—my mom’s younger brother. He’s maybe five years older, around 30, and still unmarried. He’s so fucking handsome, any girl would spread her legs for him in a heartbeat. I live in Gorakhpur, and he’s in Basti. One day, he showed up at my place to visit Mom, but fate had other plans. Mom and Dad had already left for Haridwar. Mama thought he’d surprise us, but he was the one caught off guard.
It was around 8 PM when he arrived. I was home alone, wearing a tight red top that hugged my massive tits and black leggings that clung to every curve of my ass. My cleavage was practically spilling out, and my leggings left nothing to the imagination. When I saw him, I gasped, “Mama, you? Without even calling?” He grinned, “Yeah, thought I’d surprise you all. Where’s Mom and Dad?” I immediately called Mom and told her Mama was here. She laughed, “Well, tell him to stay put for three days until we’re back. That’s his punishment for showing up unannounced!” She spoke to him too, teasing, “Raj, you’re stuck there now!”
Mom and Mama have a sweet bond. He was only four when Mom got married, so she dotes on him like a kid. Mama laughed, “Fine, I’ll stay. You guys enjoy your Ganga bath.” Mom gave me strict instructions, “Divya, make sure he lacks for nothing. Food, drinks, everything.” I giggled, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll treat him like a king.”
That night, we ordered food from outside. Mama had brought a bottle of whiskey for Dad, but since Dad wasn’t around, he smirked at me, “Looks like you and I are finishing this bottle tonight, Divya.” I raised an eyebrow, “I don’t drink, Mama!” He chuckled, “No excuses. Start today. If you end up marrying into a fancy family, you’ll need to know how to handle this stuff.” His logic made sense, and I laughed, giving in.
He grabbed two glasses and poured us drinks. We sat on the living room sofa, sipping whiskey. I was wearing a slinky blue satin nightie that barely covered my curves. My tits were practically popping out, and my thighs were on full display. The first sip burned my throat. “Fuck, Mama, this is harsh!” I grimaced. He laughed, “First time’s always like that. Take another sip, it’ll feel good.” After a couple of drinks, the buzz hit me hard. I felt like I was floating, my body tingling with the mix of youth and alcohol.
Mama was getting tipsy too. His eyes kept drifting to my tits, straining against the nightie. A few times, his hand brushed my thigh, sending shivers through me. I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. My pussy started to throb. “Mama, what are you staring at?” I teased, biting my lip. He grinned, “Divya, you’re so fucking hot, I can’t look away.” My cheeks flushed, but I stayed quiet, feeling the heat between us build.
He scooted closer, his thigh pressing against mine. My breath hitched. Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips inches from mine. I pulled back slightly, “Mama, what are you doing? This is wrong…” But my voice was weak, my body betraying me. He whispered, “Come on, Divya, what’s the harm in a little fun? No one’s here.” His voice was dripping with lust. Then he kissed me, his lips crashing against mine. My body trembled, a moan escaping me. I pushed at his chest, “Mama, please… we shouldn’t.” But he wasn’t stopping.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth. I melted into him, my resistance fading. “Fuck… Mama…” I moaned softly. His hands groped my tits through the nightie, squeezing hard. “Divya, these tits are fucking perfect,” he growled. I tried to protest again, “Mama, stop… this is enough.” But his dirty talk was setting me on fire. “Don’t play coy, baby. Your body’s begging for my cock,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
He slid the straps of my nightie off my shoulders. I grabbed his hands, “Mama, no…” But my voice was barely a whisper. He smirked, “Baby, your body’s screaming for it. Don’t fight it.” Before I knew it, he’d pulled my nightie off, leaving me in just my black bra and panties. My 36D tits were heaving, and my pussy was already soaking my panties. He squeezed my tits through the bra, “Fuck, so soft and full.” Then his fingers slid over my panties, rubbing my wet pussy. “Ohhh… Mama… fuck…” I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.
He unhooked my bra, letting my tits spill out. He groaned, “Goddamn, these are perfect,” and sucked my nipples hard, his tongue swirling around them. “Ahhh… Mama… suck them harder…” I moaned, my hands in his hair. He tugged my panties down, leaving me completely naked. My pussy was glistening, dripping wet. He slid a finger inside me, making me scream, “Ohhh… fuck… Mama…” He growled, “Your pussy’s so tight and wet, Divya. Fuck, I need to taste it.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fumbled with his jeans, pulling out his 7-inch cock, thick and throbbing. My mouth watered. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking like a slut. “Fuck… Divya… suck that cock… you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing my hair. I bobbed my head, licking his tip, then taking him deep, gagging slightly. “Ohhh… baby… keep going…” he groaned, thrusting into my mouth.
He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. His tongue dove into my pussy, licking and sucking my clit. “Ohhh… fuck… Mama… eat my pussy…” I screamed, grinding my hips against his face. He sucked my clit hard, his fingers fucking my pussy at the same time. “Ahhh… Mama… I’m gonna cum…” I moaned, my body shaking. He didn’t stop, devouring my pussy like a starving man. “Cum for me, baby,” he growled, and I did, my pussy clenching as I screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… Mama…”
He climbed on top of me, squeezing my tits as he kissed me hard. “You’re so fucking hot, Divya. I’m gonna fuck your pussy raw,” he said. I moaned, “Do it, Mama… fuck me…” He rubbed his cock against my wet slit, teasing me. “Please… put it in…” I begged, my pussy aching. He thrust hard, his 7-inch cock filling me completely. “Ohhh… fuck… Mama… it’s so big…” I screamed. He started pounding me, the bed creaking with every thrust. “Slap… slap… slap…” the sound of his cock slamming into my pussy filled the room. “Ahhh… Mama… harder… fuck me harder…” I moaned, my tits bouncing.
He fucked me for twenty minutes in missionary, my legs wrapped around him. “Your pussy’s so tight, baby… fuck…” he groaned. I clawed his back, “Fuck me… don’t stop… ahhh…” Then he flipped me over, making me get on all fours. He slapped my ass hard, “Look at this juicy ass,” he growled, then shoved his cock back into my pussy from behind. “Ohhh… Mama… fuck my pussy…” I screamed, my ass jiggling with every thrust. “Slap… slap… slap…” his hips slammed against me, his hands spanking my ass red. “Take it, you slut… take my cock…” he growled. I moaned, “Fuck… Mama… tear my pussy apart… ahhh…”
He pulled me up, pinning me against the wall. He lifted one of my legs, fucking me standing up. “Ohhh… Mama… deeper… fuck…” I screamed, my tits bouncing. He sucked my nipples, pounding my pussy relentlessly. Then he carried me, fucking me in mid-air, my legs wrapped around his waist. “Ahhh… Mama… your cock’s so deep…” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him.
We moved to the sofa. He laid me down, spreading my legs wide, and fucked me again. “Slap… slap… slap…” the wet sounds of our fucking echoed. “You’re my little slut, Divya… fucking love this pussy…” he growled. I moaned, “Fuck me, Mama… this pussy’s yours… ahhh…” We fucked for over two hours, my pussy sore but craving more. Finally, he groaned, “I’m gonna cum, baby…” and shot his load deep inside me. I came too, screaming, “Ohhh… fuck… Mama…” my pussy pulsing around his cock.
We collapsed, sweaty and spent. But the night wasn’t over. We drank more whiskey, and by 4 AM, we were at it again. This time, he fucked me on the dining table, my tits bouncing as I screamed, “Fuck… Mama… harder… ahhh…” For three days, until Mom and Dad returned, we fucked like animals—on the bed, the sofa, the floor, everywhere. Every moment was pure ecstasy, like we were lost in our own world of lust.
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