Mera naam Karan hai. Main 22 saal ka hu aur Mumbai mein ek IT company mein junior developer hu. Yeh kahani hai mere best friend Rohan ki maa, Aunty Meera ki. Woh 40 saal ki thi, lekin dekhne mein 32-33 se zyada nahi lagti thi. Divorcee thi – uncle ne 5 saal pehle chhod diya tha affair ke wajah se. Meera aunty ka figure tha 38-30-40. Perfect hourglass – bade bade juicy doodh jo tight kurtis mein hamesha cleavage dikhate the, slim kamar jo gym se maintain thi, aur bahut moti, round gaand jo leggings ya saree mein matak matak kar chalti thi. Uski skin glowing fair, lambi wavy baal, badi badi expressive aankhein, aur plump red lips jo smile karte waqt killer lagte the. Rohan mera school se best friend tha, aur hum college tak saath rahe. Uske ghar jaana common tha – khelne, padhne, ya hangout karne.
Pehli baar maine aunty ko lust se dekha jab main 18 ka tha. Rohan ke birthday pe ghar gaya tha. Aunty ne red saree pehni thi, low cut blouse. Jab woh cake kaatne jhuki, uska deep cleavage saaf dikh raha tha – gore doodh ke beech mein black bra ki lace. Mera teenage lund turant khada ho gaya. Us raat ghar ja kar maine pehli baar aunty ke naam ki muth maari. Sochta tha unke soft doodh ko chusne ka, unki moti gaand ko dabane ka.
College ke baad Rohan abroad chala gaya higher studies ke liye. Main Mumbai mein reh gaya job ke liye. Aunty akeli ho gayi thi – Rohan ka papa already alag, beta bahar. Woh bore hoti thi, isliye mujhe call karti thi kabhi kabhi – "Karan beta, aa jao kabhi, Rohan ki yaad aati hai." Main jaata tha. Baatein karte, dinner karte. Dheere dheere closeness badhi.
Ek din barish ka mausam tha. Main Rohan ke ghar gaya movies dekhne. Aunty ne black nighty pehni thi – thin fabric, andar bra panty outline dikh raha tha. Hum sofa pe baith kar movie dekh rahe the – ek romantic thriller. Scene aaya intimate ka. Aunty thoda uncomfortable hui, lekin nazar screen pe thi. Main notice kiya uski saansein tez ho gayi thi. Mera haath accidentally uski thigh pe lag gaya. Woh hili nahi. Maine dheere se haath rakha raha. Phir sehlaane laga.
"Aunty, aap tense ho kya?" maine poocha.
"Nahi beta... bas akelapan mehsoos hota hai kabhi kabhi," usne kaha, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak.
Maine himmat ki aur uske shoulder pe haath rakha. Massage karne laga. Woh aankhein band kar li. "Bahut accha lag raha hai Karan."
Mera lund full hard tha. Maine uske neck pe kiss kar diya. Woh sisak uthi, "Karan... yeh kya?"
"Lekin aunty, aapko bhi to chahiye na? Rohan bahar hai, uncle nahi hai. Main hu na."
Woh chup rahi. Maine usko ghumaya aur lips pe kiss kar diya. Pehle soft, phir deep. Uski moti lips garam aur juicy the. Woh respond karne lagi – zuban andar daali. Hum 10 minute tak French kiss karte rahe. Mere haath uske doodh pe gaye. Nighty ke upar se dabane laga. Heavy the, soft jaise cotton. Woh moan kar rahi thi muh mein, "Mmmmmm..."
Maine nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Black lace bra mein uske bade doodh bahar ubhar rahe the. Bra kholi – gore, perfect round doodh bahar aa gaye. Pink nipples already hard. Maine ek ko muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa, tongue se ghumaya. Dusre ko haath se masla, pinched. Aunty pagal ho rahi thi, "Aaaahhhh Karan... haaannn... kitne saal se kisi ne nahi chusa aise... zor se bite karo!"
Main nipples bite kiye, khinch ke. Woh chillayi maza se. Phir main neeche gaya. Nighty poori utar di. Black panty mein uski chut ka shape dikh raha tha – geeli ho chuki thi. Panty utari. Chut lightly hairy thi, pink lips, aur ras se bhari. Maine smell liya – musky aur intoxicating. Ungli daali – tight aur garam. "Aunty, kitni tight ho... kitne din se chudi nahi?"
"3 saal se beta... divorce ke baad kisi pe trust nahi kiya," usne confess kiya, aankhon mein aansu aur laalach.
Maine chut chatna shuru kiya. Slowly clit pe tongue ghumayi, phir fast. Do ungliyan andar bahar. Woh sofa pe kamar utha utha ke chillane lagi, "Oh fuck Karan... aise koi nahi karta tha... main aa rahi hu... aaaahhhhh!"
Pehla orgasm – paani ka fountain jaise nikla. Mere muh aur chehre pe gira. Taste sweet-salty.
Ab uski baari. Usne mera t-shirt pant utara. Mera 7.5 inch mota lund dekha – veins ubhari hui, pre-cum tapak raha. "Wow Karan... Rohan ke papa ka bhi itna perfect nahi tha."
Woh neeche baith gayi. Pehle haath se hilaya, phir tongue se tip lick kiya. Phir muh mein le liya – slow deep throat. Expert thi, jaise pornstar. Balls chusne lagi, ek ek karke muh mein. Maine uske baal pakad kar muh mein thokne laga. "Aunty... zor se chuso... meri randi ban jao!"
Woh excited ho gayi. 8 minute mein main jhad gaya – thick ropes uske muh mein. Woh saara pee gayi, ek boond nahi girayi. "Tasty beta..."
"Ab asli maza," maine kaha.
Uske bedroom mein le gaya. Bed pe letaya. Lund chut pe ragda – geeli thi bahut. Dheere push kiya. Tight entry – sirf head andar. Woh dard se boli, "Aaaahhhh... mota hai bahut... dheere!"
Maine kiss karte hue aur push kiya. Aadha andar. Phir ek strong thrust – poora. Woh chillayi, "Phat gayi meri chut... but don't stop!"
Dheere dheere strokes. Phir rhythm bana. Missionary mein 15 minute – uske doodh bounce kar rahe, main chusta pinch karta. Woh nails mere back pe gada rahi thi. "Zor se Karan... fuck your aunty hard... haaannn!"
Woh 2 baar aa gayi – chut tight ho kar mera lund dabati. Main jhadne wala tha. "Andar daalu aunty?"
"Haan beta... pill pe hu... fill me up!"
Creampie – garam paani andar bhara. Bahar nikalne pe chut se white cum drip kar raha tha.
Hum let kar baatein kiye. Usne confess kiya ki woh mujhe Rohan ke through notice karti thi – mera athletic body, handsome face. "Tumhare jaise young strong ladka chahiye tha mujhe."
Us raat 4 rounds aur. Dusra doggy – uski moti gaand saamne, main peeche se thappad maarta thokta. Gaand laal ho gayi. Teesra cowgirl – woh upar, bounce karte doodh hil rahe, main neeche se jhatke. Chautha 69 – mutual oral. Paanchwa subah – gaand maari. Oil laga kar tight virgin-like gaand mein daala. Woh royi pehle, phir maza liya, "Ab teri hu poori... gaand bhi teri!"
Yeh affair mahino chala. Rohan ko pata nahi. Jab woh video call karta, aunty normal baat karti, lekin neeche mera lund uski chut mein hota. Risky bathroom sex, kitchen mein quickie, terrace pe night mein.
Ek din aunty pregnant ho gayi – mera baccha. Ab hum saath rehte hain secretly. Rohan ko bataya ki new boyfriend hai. Yeh forbidden love aur lust ka perfect mix tha.
Pehli baar maine aunty ko lust se dekha jab main 18 ka tha. Rohan ke birthday pe ghar gaya tha. Aunty ne red saree pehni thi, low cut blouse. Jab woh cake kaatne jhuki, uska deep cleavage saaf dikh raha tha – gore doodh ke beech mein black bra ki lace. Mera teenage lund turant khada ho gaya. Us raat ghar ja kar maine pehli baar aunty ke naam ki muth maari. Sochta tha unke soft doodh ko chusne ka, unki moti gaand ko dabane ka.
College ke baad Rohan abroad chala gaya higher studies ke liye. Main Mumbai mein reh gaya job ke liye. Aunty akeli ho gayi thi – Rohan ka papa already alag, beta bahar. Woh bore hoti thi, isliye mujhe call karti thi kabhi kabhi – "Karan beta, aa jao kabhi, Rohan ki yaad aati hai." Main jaata tha. Baatein karte, dinner karte. Dheere dheere closeness badhi.
Ek din barish ka mausam tha. Main Rohan ke ghar gaya movies dekhne. Aunty ne black nighty pehni thi – thin fabric, andar bra panty outline dikh raha tha. Hum sofa pe baith kar movie dekh rahe the – ek romantic thriller. Scene aaya intimate ka. Aunty thoda uncomfortable hui, lekin nazar screen pe thi. Main notice kiya uski saansein tez ho gayi thi. Mera haath accidentally uski thigh pe lag gaya. Woh hili nahi. Maine dheere se haath rakha raha. Phir sehlaane laga.
"Aunty, aap tense ho kya?" maine poocha.
"Nahi beta... bas akelapan mehsoos hota hai kabhi kabhi," usne kaha, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak.
Maine himmat ki aur uske shoulder pe haath rakha. Massage karne laga. Woh aankhein band kar li. "Bahut accha lag raha hai Karan."
Mera lund full hard tha. Maine uske neck pe kiss kar diya. Woh sisak uthi, "Karan... yeh kya?"
"Lekin aunty, aapko bhi to chahiye na? Rohan bahar hai, uncle nahi hai. Main hu na."
Woh chup rahi. Maine usko ghumaya aur lips pe kiss kar diya. Pehle soft, phir deep. Uski moti lips garam aur juicy the. Woh respond karne lagi – zuban andar daali. Hum 10 minute tak French kiss karte rahe. Mere haath uske doodh pe gaye. Nighty ke upar se dabane laga. Heavy the, soft jaise cotton. Woh moan kar rahi thi muh mein, "Mmmmmm..."
Maine nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Black lace bra mein uske bade doodh bahar ubhar rahe the. Bra kholi – gore, perfect round doodh bahar aa gaye. Pink nipples already hard. Maine ek ko muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa, tongue se ghumaya. Dusre ko haath se masla, pinched. Aunty pagal ho rahi thi, "Aaaahhhh Karan... haaannn... kitne saal se kisi ne nahi chusa aise... zor se bite karo!"
Main nipples bite kiye, khinch ke. Woh chillayi maza se. Phir main neeche gaya. Nighty poori utar di. Black panty mein uski chut ka shape dikh raha tha – geeli ho chuki thi. Panty utari. Chut lightly hairy thi, pink lips, aur ras se bhari. Maine smell liya – musky aur intoxicating. Ungli daali – tight aur garam. "Aunty, kitni tight ho... kitne din se chudi nahi?"
"3 saal se beta... divorce ke baad kisi pe trust nahi kiya," usne confess kiya, aankhon mein aansu aur laalach.
Maine chut chatna shuru kiya. Slowly clit pe tongue ghumayi, phir fast. Do ungliyan andar bahar. Woh sofa pe kamar utha utha ke chillane lagi, "Oh fuck Karan... aise koi nahi karta tha... main aa rahi hu... aaaahhhhh!"
Pehla orgasm – paani ka fountain jaise nikla. Mere muh aur chehre pe gira. Taste sweet-salty.
Ab uski baari. Usne mera t-shirt pant utara. Mera 7.5 inch mota lund dekha – veins ubhari hui, pre-cum tapak raha. "Wow Karan... Rohan ke papa ka bhi itna perfect nahi tha."
Woh neeche baith gayi. Pehle haath se hilaya, phir tongue se tip lick kiya. Phir muh mein le liya – slow deep throat. Expert thi, jaise pornstar. Balls chusne lagi, ek ek karke muh mein. Maine uske baal pakad kar muh mein thokne laga. "Aunty... zor se chuso... meri randi ban jao!"
Woh excited ho gayi. 8 minute mein main jhad gaya – thick ropes uske muh mein. Woh saara pee gayi, ek boond nahi girayi. "Tasty beta..."
"Ab asli maza," maine kaha.
Uske bedroom mein le gaya. Bed pe letaya. Lund chut pe ragda – geeli thi bahut. Dheere push kiya. Tight entry – sirf head andar. Woh dard se boli, "Aaaahhhh... mota hai bahut... dheere!"
Maine kiss karte hue aur push kiya. Aadha andar. Phir ek strong thrust – poora. Woh chillayi, "Phat gayi meri chut... but don't stop!"
Dheere dheere strokes. Phir rhythm bana. Missionary mein 15 minute – uske doodh bounce kar rahe, main chusta pinch karta. Woh nails mere back pe gada rahi thi. "Zor se Karan... fuck your aunty hard... haaannn!"
Woh 2 baar aa gayi – chut tight ho kar mera lund dabati. Main jhadne wala tha. "Andar daalu aunty?"
"Haan beta... pill pe hu... fill me up!"
Creampie – garam paani andar bhara. Bahar nikalne pe chut se white cum drip kar raha tha.
Hum let kar baatein kiye. Usne confess kiya ki woh mujhe Rohan ke through notice karti thi – mera athletic body, handsome face. "Tumhare jaise young strong ladka chahiye tha mujhe."
Us raat 4 rounds aur. Dusra doggy – uski moti gaand saamne, main peeche se thappad maarta thokta. Gaand laal ho gayi. Teesra cowgirl – woh upar, bounce karte doodh hil rahe, main neeche se jhatke. Chautha 69 – mutual oral. Paanchwa subah – gaand maari. Oil laga kar tight virgin-like gaand mein daala. Woh royi pehle, phir maza liya, "Ab teri hu poori... gaand bhi teri!"
Yeh affair mahino chala. Rohan ko pata nahi. Jab woh video call karta, aunty normal baat karti, lekin neeche mera lund uski chut mein hota. Risky bathroom sex, kitchen mein quickie, terrace pe night mein.
Ek din aunty pregnant ho gayi – mera baccha. Ab hum saath rehte hain secretly. Rohan ko bataya ki new boyfriend hai. Yeh forbidden love aur lust ka perfect mix tha.