Hi, my name is Vikram Singh, and this is my real confession about the summer of 2023 when I was 21. I’m from a middle-class family in Delhi, doing my engineering third year. Every summer vacation since childhood, I used to go to my mama’s house in Lucknow for a month. Mama is my mother’s elder brother, a businessman who travels a lot. Mami – Reema aunty – is 34, married to mama for 10 years, no kids yet. Mama was posted abroad that year in Dubai for six months, so it was just aunty and the old maidservant in the big two-storey house.
Reema aunty is the kind of woman who turns heads everywhere. Wheatish-golden skin that glows, long silky black hair till her hips, big kajal-lined eyes, juicy pink lips always with light lipstick. But her body – yaar, pure bombshell. 36DD heavy breasts that sway when she walks, deep cleavage always visible in her low-cut kurtis or sarees, thin waist, wide flaring hips, and a gaand so round and firm it jiggles slightly in tight salwars. She’s modern yet traditional – wears sarees at home, but sexy ones that drape low on hips, exposing navel sometimes.
I always had a small crush on her since puberty, but kept it hidden. This summer was different. I arrived in May, peak heat. House had AC, but power cuts common. Aunty welcomed me warmly, big hug – her soft boobs pressing my chest for a second longer than usual. “Vicky beta, kitna bada ho gaya hai tu! Handsome ladka ban gaya.” Her perfume smell lingered.
Days started normally – breakfast together, she cooking in kitchen, me helping. But I noticed changes. She wore thinner cotton sarees, no slip sometimes, so faint outline of bra and panty visible in light. While serving food, she’d bend low, pallu slipping, giving full view of creamy cleavage, black or red bra cups straining. I’d stare, lund twitching in shorts. She’d catch me, smile mischievously, but adjust pallu slowly.
Evenings we watched TV in living room, AC on. She’d sit close on sofa, thigh touching mine. “Beta, thoda massage kar de pairon ka, thak gayi hoon market se.” I’d massage her feet, soft soles, painted red nails. My hands moving up calves slowly. She’d moan softly “Ahh… achha lag raha Vicky…”
Nights were hottest. Guest room AC not working properly, so aunty said “Beta, mere room mein hi so ja, big bed hai, cooler bhi.” First night awkward, but heat forced it. She in thin nighty, me in vest-shorts. Lying side by side, fan slow. Her body heat, faint jasmine smell. I got hard thinking of her curves under sheet.
Tension built over days. Mornings she’d come from bath in towel only to “find clothes” in cupboard near my side. Towel short, barely covering thighs, water droplets on cleavage. Once towel slipped a bit, side boob visible – full heavy breast almost out. “Oops sorry Vicky…” but she took time tucking it, eyes on my morning tent.
Bathroom sharing – once I forgot lock, she walked in while I was brushing. Saw me in boxers, lund semi-hard. “Arre beta…” but stared a second at bulge, bit lip, left smiling.
Kitchen teasing peaked – she’d ask me to reach high shelf, press body behind me, boobs on my back, whispering “Le na beta.” Or accidental hip brush while passing. My lund always hard around her.
One afternoon, power cut from noon. Sweltering heat, sweat pouring. Maid on leave. We were in her bedroom, cooler not enough. Aunty in white cotton saree, soaked with sweat, clinging to body – nipples poking clearly, no bra! Saree translucent, black panty outline visible.
She lay on bed “Vicky… bahut garmi hai, sar dard ho raha. Thoda sir daba de.”
I sat beside, hands on her forehead, massaging temples. Hair open, smelling of shampoo and sweat. She closed eyes “Mmm… lower beta…”
I moved to neck, shoulders over blouse. Blouse wet, skin hot. Fingers slipped inside collar, touching bare skin. She shivered “Achha… continue.”
I grew bold, unbuttoned top two blouse buttons “better massage ke liye aunty.”
She didn’t stop. Blouse opened, red bra visible, deep valley glistening sweat. I massaged upper chest, fingers brushing bra edge. Her breathing heavy.
“Aunty… aap bahut beautiful ho.”
She opened eyes, looked at me hungrily “Vicky… tu bhi bahut smart hai. Teri girlfriend hogi na?”
“Nahi aunty… aap jaisi koi nahi.”
She pulled me closer “Beta… mama ke bina akeli hoon main… tu mera khayal rakh sakta hai?”
That broke me. I kissed her lips – soft, tasting lipstick and sweat. She kissed back fiercely, tongue inside my mouth, hands in my hair.
We broke, gasping. “Vicky… ye galat hai… main teri aunty hoon…”
But her eyes said otherwise. I pulled her saree pallu down. Blouse fully open now. Unhooked bra – massive boobs spilled out, dark brown areolas big as coins, thick nipples erect like bullets.
“ Aunty… aapke boobs kitne bade aur juicy hain.”
I cupped them – heavy, soft, overflowing hands. Squeezed, thumbs on nipples. She moaned loud “Ahhh… Vicky choos inhe… mama kabhi aise nahi karte…”
I attacked breasts – sucking one nipple hard, tongue lashing, biting gently. Hand kneading other. Milk-like soft flesh, salty sweat taste. She arched back, pressing boobs into my face “Haan beta… zor se choos… teri aunty ke mamme daba!”
I alternated, leaving hickeys, nipples swollen red. Her hands on my shorts, pulling down. My 7.5 inch lund sprang out, thick, pre-cum dripping.
“Aunty dekho… aapke liye khada ho gaya.”
She stroked slowly “Kitna mota hai re… mama se bada…”
I pulled her saree completely off, petticoat untied. Only black panty, soaked patch at crotch. Pulled panty down – her chut hairy but trimmed, thick lips swollen, pink inside, dripping juices. Strong musky smell of mature woman.
Spread her thighs wide. “Aunty… aapki chut kitni rasili hai.”
Buried face – tongue licking outer lips, tasting tangy-sweet nectar. She bucked “Ohhh Vicky… aise muh nahi lagaya kabhi… ahhh choos!”
Lapped deeper, tongue fucking hole, then sucked clit hard. Fingers inside curling. She grabbed my head, hips grinding “Haan beta… aunty ki chut kha ja… aa rahi hoon!”
First orgasm – body convulsed, juices flooding my mouth, thighs clamping head.
She pulled me up “Ab daal na Vicky… chod apni aunty ko.”
I rubbed lund on wet slit, teasing. “Aunty… andar?”
“Haan beta… bhar de mujhe… mama ke bina tari hoon main.”
Pushed in slow – her chut hot, velvety tight despite marriage, walls sucking me in. Full inside, we groaned together.
Started thrusting slow, deep. Her massive boobs bouncing wildly. I sucked them while fucking “Ahh… aunty kitni tight ho…”
Speed up – bed creaking, wet slapping sounds. She wrapped legs around “Zor se Vicky… chod mujhe jaise randi… haan devar jaisa feel karwa!”
Pounded hard. Second orgasm – chut spasming, nails scratching my back “Vicky… aa gayi main dobara!”
I felt close “Aunty… andar daalun?”
“Haan beta… creampie de… apni aunty ki kokh bhar de!”
Exploded inside – thick hot cum shooting deep, filling her. Body shaking.
We panted, joined. But she wasn’t satisfied. Climbed on top “Ab aunty ride karegi.”
Guided lund in, started bouncing – boobs slapping my face, hair wild. View erotic – mature beauty riding nephew’s lund.
Grinded clit, fast up-down “Ahh… kitna mazaa aa raha… tera lund perfect hai Vicky…”
I squeezed gaand cheeks, slapped lightly. She came third time screaming “Haan… phir aa gayi!” Then doggy – her favourite. On knees, massive gaand up, chut dripping cum. Entered from behind – deepest penetration. Balls slapping.
Pulled hair gently “Aunty… aapki gaand kitni mast hai.”
Thrust savage “Thap thap thap” – she pushed back “Chod beta… gaand maar… zor zor se!”
Slapped ass red. Final pounding – second creampie, overflowing down thighs.
We did multiple rounds that afternoon – 69 (she deepthroated greedily, gagging but loving), against wall, even on floor. Sweat everywhere, room smelling sex.
Evening she cuddled “Vicky… ye galat tha but zaruri. Mama aane tak tu mera pati ban.”
Whole month – daily sex, everywhere: kitchen counter quickie, terrace night under stars, even pool (they had small one). She taught me everything – anal once (tight virgin-like), titfuck with her huge boobs.
Best summer ever. Even now when I visit, we steal moments. Reema aunty’s body still drives me crazy.
Reema aunty is the kind of woman who turns heads everywhere. Wheatish-golden skin that glows, long silky black hair till her hips, big kajal-lined eyes, juicy pink lips always with light lipstick. But her body – yaar, pure bombshell. 36DD heavy breasts that sway when she walks, deep cleavage always visible in her low-cut kurtis or sarees, thin waist, wide flaring hips, and a gaand so round and firm it jiggles slightly in tight salwars. She’s modern yet traditional – wears sarees at home, but sexy ones that drape low on hips, exposing navel sometimes.
I always had a small crush on her since puberty, but kept it hidden. This summer was different. I arrived in May, peak heat. House had AC, but power cuts common. Aunty welcomed me warmly, big hug – her soft boobs pressing my chest for a second longer than usual. “Vicky beta, kitna bada ho gaya hai tu! Handsome ladka ban gaya.” Her perfume smell lingered.
Days started normally – breakfast together, she cooking in kitchen, me helping. But I noticed changes. She wore thinner cotton sarees, no slip sometimes, so faint outline of bra and panty visible in light. While serving food, she’d bend low, pallu slipping, giving full view of creamy cleavage, black or red bra cups straining. I’d stare, lund twitching in shorts. She’d catch me, smile mischievously, but adjust pallu slowly.
Evenings we watched TV in living room, AC on. She’d sit close on sofa, thigh touching mine. “Beta, thoda massage kar de pairon ka, thak gayi hoon market se.” I’d massage her feet, soft soles, painted red nails. My hands moving up calves slowly. She’d moan softly “Ahh… achha lag raha Vicky…”
Nights were hottest. Guest room AC not working properly, so aunty said “Beta, mere room mein hi so ja, big bed hai, cooler bhi.” First night awkward, but heat forced it. She in thin nighty, me in vest-shorts. Lying side by side, fan slow. Her body heat, faint jasmine smell. I got hard thinking of her curves under sheet.
Tension built over days. Mornings she’d come from bath in towel only to “find clothes” in cupboard near my side. Towel short, barely covering thighs, water droplets on cleavage. Once towel slipped a bit, side boob visible – full heavy breast almost out. “Oops sorry Vicky…” but she took time tucking it, eyes on my morning tent.
Bathroom sharing – once I forgot lock, she walked in while I was brushing. Saw me in boxers, lund semi-hard. “Arre beta…” but stared a second at bulge, bit lip, left smiling.
Kitchen teasing peaked – she’d ask me to reach high shelf, press body behind me, boobs on my back, whispering “Le na beta.” Or accidental hip brush while passing. My lund always hard around her.
One afternoon, power cut from noon. Sweltering heat, sweat pouring. Maid on leave. We were in her bedroom, cooler not enough. Aunty in white cotton saree, soaked with sweat, clinging to body – nipples poking clearly, no bra! Saree translucent, black panty outline visible.
She lay on bed “Vicky… bahut garmi hai, sar dard ho raha. Thoda sir daba de.”
I sat beside, hands on her forehead, massaging temples. Hair open, smelling of shampoo and sweat. She closed eyes “Mmm… lower beta…”
I moved to neck, shoulders over blouse. Blouse wet, skin hot. Fingers slipped inside collar, touching bare skin. She shivered “Achha… continue.”
I grew bold, unbuttoned top two blouse buttons “better massage ke liye aunty.”
She didn’t stop. Blouse opened, red bra visible, deep valley glistening sweat. I massaged upper chest, fingers brushing bra edge. Her breathing heavy.
“Aunty… aap bahut beautiful ho.”
She opened eyes, looked at me hungrily “Vicky… tu bhi bahut smart hai. Teri girlfriend hogi na?”
“Nahi aunty… aap jaisi koi nahi.”
She pulled me closer “Beta… mama ke bina akeli hoon main… tu mera khayal rakh sakta hai?”
That broke me. I kissed her lips – soft, tasting lipstick and sweat. She kissed back fiercely, tongue inside my mouth, hands in my hair.
We broke, gasping. “Vicky… ye galat hai… main teri aunty hoon…”
But her eyes said otherwise. I pulled her saree pallu down. Blouse fully open now. Unhooked bra – massive boobs spilled out, dark brown areolas big as coins, thick nipples erect like bullets.
“ Aunty… aapke boobs kitne bade aur juicy hain.”
I cupped them – heavy, soft, overflowing hands. Squeezed, thumbs on nipples. She moaned loud “Ahhh… Vicky choos inhe… mama kabhi aise nahi karte…”
I attacked breasts – sucking one nipple hard, tongue lashing, biting gently. Hand kneading other. Milk-like soft flesh, salty sweat taste. She arched back, pressing boobs into my face “Haan beta… zor se choos… teri aunty ke mamme daba!”
I alternated, leaving hickeys, nipples swollen red. Her hands on my shorts, pulling down. My 7.5 inch lund sprang out, thick, pre-cum dripping.
“Aunty dekho… aapke liye khada ho gaya.”
She stroked slowly “Kitna mota hai re… mama se bada…”
I pulled her saree completely off, petticoat untied. Only black panty, soaked patch at crotch. Pulled panty down – her chut hairy but trimmed, thick lips swollen, pink inside, dripping juices. Strong musky smell of mature woman.
Spread her thighs wide. “Aunty… aapki chut kitni rasili hai.”
Buried face – tongue licking outer lips, tasting tangy-sweet nectar. She bucked “Ohhh Vicky… aise muh nahi lagaya kabhi… ahhh choos!”
Lapped deeper, tongue fucking hole, then sucked clit hard. Fingers inside curling. She grabbed my head, hips grinding “Haan beta… aunty ki chut kha ja… aa rahi hoon!”
First orgasm – body convulsed, juices flooding my mouth, thighs clamping head.
She pulled me up “Ab daal na Vicky… chod apni aunty ko.”
I rubbed lund on wet slit, teasing. “Aunty… andar?”
“Haan beta… bhar de mujhe… mama ke bina tari hoon main.”
Pushed in slow – her chut hot, velvety tight despite marriage, walls sucking me in. Full inside, we groaned together.
Started thrusting slow, deep. Her massive boobs bouncing wildly. I sucked them while fucking “Ahh… aunty kitni tight ho…”
Speed up – bed creaking, wet slapping sounds. She wrapped legs around “Zor se Vicky… chod mujhe jaise randi… haan devar jaisa feel karwa!”
Pounded hard. Second orgasm – chut spasming, nails scratching my back “Vicky… aa gayi main dobara!”
I felt close “Aunty… andar daalun?”
“Haan beta… creampie de… apni aunty ki kokh bhar de!”
Exploded inside – thick hot cum shooting deep, filling her. Body shaking.
We panted, joined. But she wasn’t satisfied. Climbed on top “Ab aunty ride karegi.”
Guided lund in, started bouncing – boobs slapping my face, hair wild. View erotic – mature beauty riding nephew’s lund.
Grinded clit, fast up-down “Ahh… kitna mazaa aa raha… tera lund perfect hai Vicky…”
I squeezed gaand cheeks, slapped lightly. She came third time screaming “Haan… phir aa gayi!” Then doggy – her favourite. On knees, massive gaand up, chut dripping cum. Entered from behind – deepest penetration. Balls slapping.
Pulled hair gently “Aunty… aapki gaand kitni mast hai.”
Thrust savage “Thap thap thap” – she pushed back “Chod beta… gaand maar… zor zor se!”
Slapped ass red. Final pounding – second creampie, overflowing down thighs.
We did multiple rounds that afternoon – 69 (she deepthroated greedily, gagging but loving), against wall, even on floor. Sweat everywhere, room smelling sex.
Evening she cuddled “Vicky… ye galat tha but zaruri. Mama aane tak tu mera pati ban.”
Whole month – daily sex, everywhere: kitchen counter quickie, terrace night under stars, even pool (they had small one). She taught me everything – anal once (tight virgin-like), titfuck with her huge boobs.
Best summer ever. Even now when I visit, we steal moments. Reema aunty’s body still drives me crazy.