Hi everybody! I am Manoj. I’m a 32-year-old guy. This story is about an experience I had 2 years ago with my auntie, Ambika. At that time, she was 43 years old, and she was going through a bad stage of her life. She and her husband had worked in Germany for 25 years and returned to India because of her husband’s deteriorating health. They had bought a large piece of land in a scenic location and built a big house. They had a lot of money, but they didn’t have children. Auntie had taken care of her husband very well, but just 2 years after returning, he had died of a heart attack. Auntie was heartbroken.
Auntie and I had always been close since I was a child. Among all the children in the family, she liked me the most. Even after becoming a teenager, she was affectionate with me. I couldn’t visit her easily because she lived in the outskirts of the city and I was still in school. So I began calling her every day to console her. Even if I delayed calling her for some reason, she would call me. She would tell me about the good times she and Uncle used to have when they were young. Sometimes while telling me her romantic stories, she would break down and cry. I would console her and remind her that everything was not lost and that she could still find love if she wanted. She told me her husband will be the first and the last man in her life.
I respected the love Auntie had for her late husband, but I thought she was too good-looking to waste the rest of her life thinking about him. She had a pretty face and an hourglass figure. She had a large pair of round tits, wide hips, plump buttocks, shapely legs, and a slightly bulging belly, which she revealed when she wore a saree.
Although Auntie was a good-looking woman, her late husband was an average-looking man. So, one day when I was talking to her on the phone, I asked Auntie why she had fallen in love with her late husband. She told me he was a good man, and in his younger days he was very handsome. I asked her if she would have liked me if she had been young. Without hesitation, she told me I looked very handsome and she would have definitely fallen for me if she had been young. That was enough for me to start flirting with her.
I started by talking with her about the most romantic things she and uncle had done on special days like Valentine’s Day and birthdays. She shared those experiences in detail. I slipped in a few questions about physical intimacy, like hugs and kisses. She told me she had always liked to be hugged and kissed, but without her husband there was nobody to hug and kiss her. I told her I’ll be happy to hug and kiss her. She just laughed it off, but from that moment, we began talking more openly. We talked about her favorite romantic movies, songs, novels, and lovemaking positions. And one day I sent her links to porn videos. She watched the videos and advised me not to get addicted to porn. I assured her I wouldn’t get addicted, but I sent her my dick pic and called her, just to know if she liked it. She just laughed and refused to answer. So I asked her to send me a picture of her pussy. She refused to send me the picture, but we didn’t stop talking openly about everything.
A few months later, I finished my 12th, and I had a long vacation. She invited me to spend my vacation in her place. I was more than eager to meet her after a long time. So I went to her place with great expectations. As soon as I got off the bus, I spotted her. She stood out in the crowd. She had well-groomed, straight, long hair; she had a radiating brown skin complexion; and she looked curvy despite being tall. Wearing sunshades, a colorful Kurta, and blue jeans, she stood confidently in the crowd. I was excited realizing I was going to spend my vacation with a hot woman.
She saw me and ignored me. She looked behind me as if she is still searching for someone. I realized she didn’t recognize me because I had changed. I was not a chubby 16-year-old anymore. I had become 6’2″ tall, and I had an athletic build.
I went past her and then tapped her shoulder. She turned around, and only then did she realize it was me. She gave me a hug and wept. She said I have grown up so big and handsome. I told her she looked more beautiful than I remembered. We had a good vibe. She was the hot auntie I admired, and I seemed to have become a handsome young man with the potential to satisfy her needs.
She didn’t pretend like there was nothing between us. She got straight to the point after we got into her car and sat in the front seats. She told me she was excited about spending the holidays with me and asked if I was also excited. I told her I was more excited than her and asked if I could kiss her. Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. I moved closer and kissed her lips for the first time. It felt so good to kiss this beautiful woman that I didn’t want to stop kissing her, but she pulled back and looked out the windscreen. “People can see us. Let’s go home,” she said and gave me a teasing smile.
“Okay,” I said while my heart was beating with joy.
As she drove, we talked about my future plans. I told her I want to do postgraduate studies and get a good job. She agreed that it was a good idea. When we stopped near a signal, she asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her she was my girlfriend. She laughed and casually placed one hand on my crotch bulge. She rubbed and said, “I can’t wait to see how much you have grown.”
“I sent you my dick pic,” I reminded her.
She laughed and said, “Pictures are not enough. I want to see the real thing.”
We laughed, and the signal turned green. As she drove, I caressed her neck, cheeks, and breasts. She giggled and focused on driving as I fondled her.
We reached the house, and I was impressed by the mansion. I couldn’t wait to have fun with her in every room of the mansion. I was already in the mood to force myself on her as soon as we enter the house. But, before we got out of the car, she told me we should avoid romancing around the servants. I was a bit disappointed, but I agreed with her, and we went to the house.
As we went closer to the house, an old man came out of the front door. Aunty told me he was one of the senior servants in the house and introduced us. She told him to take my bags and keep them in the guest bedroom. Then she asked me to follow her. I went with her, and to my surprise, we went to her bedroom. She closed the door and said, “I told him to keep your bag in the guest bedroom to avoid suspicion. I want you to stay with me.”
“My pleasure, ma’am,” I said.
She laughed and came close to me. She hugged me and looked up at me with love in her eyes. I kissed her lips, parted them with my tongue, and licked her tongue. Her tongue swirled around my tongue for a moment and stopped as I pushed my tongue deeper inside her mouth. I explored her mouth with my tongue and lifted her Kurta above her bottom. I moved my hands behind her Kurta and felt her smooth and warm skin on her back, waist, and belly. I sucked her tongue and lips before I broke the kiss and lifted her Kurta higher. She understood I was trying to remove the Kurta and helped me remove it. She was wearing a black lace bra that was holding her large breasts firmly in place. I put my hands behind her and unhooked the bra. She removed the straps from her shoulder and removed the bra. Her full breasts jutted out freely without her bra. Her areola around her nipples looked like a layer of chocolate on her glowing fair tits. Her nipples looked like cherries ready to be eaten. I bent and sucked one of her nipples and kneaded the other with my fingers. She moaned, and that encouraged me to give her more pleasure. I caressed, kneaded, and squeezed her buttocks through her jeans and sucked both her nipples till I was ready to take it to the next step.
I stood straight and grabbed her breasts. I squeezed them and kissed her lips quickly before I pulled back and said, “Let’s remove our clothes, Auntie.”
We removed her clothes. I admired her body and asked her to lie down on her back. She did it, and I climbed into the bed. I knelt between her legs, spread them, and saw her pussy. “Beautiful!” I said, looking at the cleanly shaved pussy. I bent and planted kisses on her pussy lips, clit, and pubic mound. Then I put my tongue inside her vagina and licked. The taste made me drift into a trance as if it is a love potion. The more I tasted it, the more I craved it. Enchanted by the sounds of her sweet moans, I rested my head between her soft inner thighs, sucking her vaginal mouth and wriggling my tongue within her vagina, consuming her pussy juice. I rubbed her swollen clit with my fingers and sucked her juice.
After a few minutes, I pulled back from her pussy. I stood on the bed and moved forward. I knelt on the pillow with one knee on each side of her head and pointed my cock at her mouth. The foreskin had rolled back, and the pink knob glistened with juice. The shaft had become thick and hard. It looked rugged with swollen veins running across the long and thick shaft.
Auntie looked at it like a child who got a lollipop. She looked up into my eyes and said, “It looks manly, like you. It’s all mine.” She laughed and kissed the tip. Then she licked the cockhead, clearing the precum that was coated on it. She held the cock-shaft in her hand and moved the skin forward and backward playfully. Then she opened her mouth and took it deep into her mouth. Her tongue circled around my cock and made it wet. She sucked it as if it is a lollipop a few times. Then I took over and gently pulled it out and pushed it back inside her mouth. I repeated the movement and fucked her mouth slowly. She relaxed her mouth when I thrust inside, and when I pulled out, she sucked. I pumped into her mouth for about five minutes and pulled out fully.
I moved back and knelt between her legs. I lifted her bottom and placed a pillow below her butt. Then I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulder. When we were comfortable, I penetrated her vagina with my cock. Hmmm…it was a great feeling to be united with Auntie for the first time. Her vagina was juicy and smooth with good grip. I pumped my cock into her pussy rhythmically and slowly for a short time. Then, as I increased the speed, she moaned with her eyes closed. I grabbed her hips and pumped faster and faster for 15 minutes till we climaxed together.
After the first round, we lay on the bed, warming up for the next round. Then I recovered and rolled on top of auntie. I spread her legs and thrust my cock into her vagina. I took it slow this time. I kissed her lips, sucked her nipples, and slowly made love to her, sliding my long cock in and out of her pussy. Then when she moaned and begged me to do it faster, I fucked lightning fast and deposited my semen inside her vagina.
We took a break again, lying together, cuddling, and making out. Then when my cock was erect again, I asked her to turn around and lie down with her face down. I spread her ass cheeks and applied body lotion in her anal hole. I lubricated her tight anal hole and applied lotion on my cock. When we were ready, I positioned myself above Auntie’s back and slowly dipped my cock into her rear hole. She groaned and her body twitched, but she took it, clenching her butt. I pushed deep inside the snug hole and lay on top of her. I kissed her cheeks, neck, arms, and the back of her shoulders while my cock rested in a cozy place. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks had turned red. I kissed her cheeks and pumped my cock inside her anal hole. I gradually increased my pace, banging my crotch against her butt with each thrust.
Her plump butt buffered the blows, and her anal hole opened up to repeatedly receive my thick and lengthy cock. I pumped for about 10 minutes and shot cum into her rear hole. My cum filled her up and overflowed. I kissed her cheek and thanked her. She told me to never thank me again because love is free. My cock slowly became limp and popped out of her poop hole. I rolled over and lay next to her. We were both tired. She held me tight, and we slept in each other’s arms.
This was our first lovemaking experience. Our love became more intense during my vacation. Two months later, Auntie called me and told me she had conceived. I was a bit scared, but she told me not to worry and that she would keep it a secret.
I realized her husband had been impotent and nothing had been wrong with her. But it was still hard to believe a woman in her late 40s could conceive. She avoided all our relatives and gave birth to our child secretly.
I still have a good relationship with Auntie. She thanks me sometimes for our child, and I always remind her that love is free.