My name is Kabir. I am 23 years old and live in a small 1BHK flat in Andheri West, Mumbai. I work in a digital marketing company. My building is old, three storeys, and most of the people living here are middle-class families. On the first floor lives Mrs. Meera Sharma, whom everyone calls Meera aunty.
Meera aunty is 34. She is married to Rajesh uncle who works in a bank and travels a lot for work. They have no children. Aunty is fair, slightly wheatish, with long black hair that she often keeps open at home. She has a full, soft body – heavy round breasts, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves whenever she walks. She usually wears simple cotton nighties or kurtis at home. In the evenings she sometimes comes to the ground floor to talk to the other ladies, and every time I see her I feel something tight in my stomach.
I had spoken to her many times – normal building talk, about water problems, society meetings, or when she needed help carrying heavy grocery bags. She always smiled at me and called me “Kabir beta”. That “beta” used to make me feel strange because the way she looked at me sometimes was not motherly at all.
One Thursday evening in August it started raining heavily. The power went off around 8:30 pm. I was alone in my flat. My phone battery was low. I went downstairs with a torch to check if anyone knew when the electricity would come back. The ground floor was dark. I knocked on Meera aunty’s door.
She opened it wearing a thin light-blue nightie. No bra. In the torch light I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly messy.
“Kabir? Aao beta, andar aao. Bahar mat khade raho,” she said and pulled me inside.
Her flat was also dark except for two big candles she had lit in the living room. The rain was loud on the windows. She closed the door.
“Uncle nahi hain?” I asked.
“Nahi. Unka tour hai. Kal shaam tak aayenge,” she replied. She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of water. When she bent to keep the glass on the table, the neck of her nightie opened and I saw deep cleavage and the soft upper curve of her breasts. My cock twitched inside my shorts.
We sat on the sofa. She asked about my work, about whether I cooked myself, normal things. But the atmosphere felt heavy. The candle light was soft on her face and on the skin of her neck and chest. After some time she stretched her arms above her head. The nightie pulled tight across her breasts and I could see her nipples were hard.
She noticed me looking. She did not cover herself. Instead she smiled a little and said, “Kabir, tu bahut dekh raha hai.”
I felt heat rise to my face. “Sorry aunty…”
She moved closer on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Sorry mat bol. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
My heart started beating fast. She put her hand on my knee. Soft, warm hand. Slowly her fingers moved a little higher on my thigh.
“Kabir… kabhi kabhi bahut lonely lagta hai is ghar mein,” she whispered. “Rajesh bahut busy rehta hai. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi chhoo bhi nahi raha.”
I turned towards her. Our faces were very close. I could smell her light perfume mixed with the natural scent of her body. I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. She opened her mouth immediately. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her tongue met mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy soft breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss for a second, looked into my eyes, and then climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts.
“Aunty…” I groaned.
“Chup,” she said and kissed me again. Her hands went under my t-shirt and she pulled it off. Then she pulled her own nightie over her head and threw it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the candle light. Full, heavy breasts with dark brown nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Smooth shaved pussy with just a thin line of hair above.
I held her breasts with both hands. They were soft and heavy. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side. My hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Kabir… haan… aise hi,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my shorts and underwear. My cock sprang out, hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said softly and started stroking slowly.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices. Then I pushed in slowly. She was tight. Even after years of marriage her pussy gripped me hard. I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
“Fuck… aunty, tu kitni tight hai,” I said.
I started moving. Slow deep thrusts at first. Her breasts bounced with every movement. I sucked them while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The sound of our bodies meeting mixed with the rain outside.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started pounding harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, the way her pussy stretched around my cock, everything made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept fucking her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own wetness off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back, and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth gently until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick ropes of cum.
We lay side by side, breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back naked. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
“Kabir… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Aunty, ab main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not argue. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, grinding hard on me. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep properly. Around 1:30 am she woke me up by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again, this time in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning the power had come back. She was in the kitchen making tea when I came out of the bathroom. She was wearing only a thin towel. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Rajesh kal shaam tak aayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts under the towel. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Kabir. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
I left after tea. That whole day at office I could not concentrate. In the evening I got a message from an unknown number:
“Raat ko 11 baje aana. Door open rakhungi. – M”
I reached at 11. She opened the door wearing only a short nightie. The moment I stepped inside she locked the door and pulled me to the bedroom. We did not talk much. She pushed me onto the bed, pulled my clothes off, and took my cock deep in her mouth. She sucked for a long time, looking into my eyes. Then she climbed on top and rode me hard until both of us came.
After that it became regular. Whenever Rajesh uncle was out of town or late at the bank, she would message me. Sometimes I went to her flat. Sometimes she came to mine late at night. We fucked in every room – on the sofa, against the kitchen counter, in the bathroom under the shower, even once on the small balcony when it was raining and no one could see.
One night she told me to be rough. I turned her over, pulled her hair, and fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass. She came screaming into the pillow. Another night she made me sit on the chair and gave me the slowest, deepest blowjob of my life until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything and then climbed on top again.
Now it has been three months. Rajesh uncle still does not know. Every time I see Meera aunty in the building talking to other ladies, wearing her simple clothes and calling me “beta” in front of everyone, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is naked under me, moaning my name and asking me to fuck her deeper.
Last week she came to my flat at 1 am. She was wearing a black saree with no blouse underneath. She removed the saree slowly in front of me, stood completely naked, and said, “Aaj jo marzi kar, lekin subah se pehle mujhe chhod dena.”
I spent the next four hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue twice. I fucked her in every position I knew. I came inside her three times. When she finally left at 5 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
That is how my neighbor Meera aunty became the woman I fuck the most. And every time she messages me “Aaj free hai?”, I know neither of us wants this to stop.
Meera aunty is 34. She is married to Rajesh uncle who works in a bank and travels a lot for work. They have no children. Aunty is fair, slightly wheatish, with long black hair that she often keeps open at home. She has a full, soft body – heavy round breasts, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, firm ass that moves whenever she walks. She usually wears simple cotton nighties or kurtis at home. In the evenings she sometimes comes to the ground floor to talk to the other ladies, and every time I see her I feel something tight in my stomach.
I had spoken to her many times – normal building talk, about water problems, society meetings, or when she needed help carrying heavy grocery bags. She always smiled at me and called me “Kabir beta”. That “beta” used to make me feel strange because the way she looked at me sometimes was not motherly at all.
One Thursday evening in August it started raining heavily. The power went off around 8:30 pm. I was alone in my flat. My phone battery was low. I went downstairs with a torch to check if anyone knew when the electricity would come back. The ground floor was dark. I knocked on Meera aunty’s door.
She opened it wearing a thin light-blue nightie. No bra. In the torch light I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly messy.
“Kabir? Aao beta, andar aao. Bahar mat khade raho,” she said and pulled me inside.
Her flat was also dark except for two big candles she had lit in the living room. The rain was loud on the windows. She closed the door.
“Uncle nahi hain?” I asked.
“Nahi. Unka tour hai. Kal shaam tak aayenge,” she replied. She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of water. When she bent to keep the glass on the table, the neck of her nightie opened and I saw deep cleavage and the soft upper curve of her breasts. My cock twitched inside my shorts.
We sat on the sofa. She asked about my work, about whether I cooked myself, normal things. But the atmosphere felt heavy. The candle light was soft on her face and on the skin of her neck and chest. After some time she stretched her arms above her head. The nightie pulled tight across her breasts and I could see her nipples were hard.
She noticed me looking. She did not cover herself. Instead she smiled a little and said, “Kabir, tu bahut dekh raha hai.”
I felt heat rise to my face. “Sorry aunty…”
She moved closer on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Sorry mat bol. Main bhi dekh rahi hoon.”
My heart started beating fast. She put her hand on my knee. Soft, warm hand. Slowly her fingers moved a little higher on my thigh.
“Kabir… kabhi kabhi bahut lonely lagta hai is ghar mein,” she whispered. “Rajesh bahut busy rehta hai. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi chhoo bhi nahi raha.”
I turned towards her. Our faces were very close. I could smell her light perfume mixed with the natural scent of her body. I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. She opened her mouth immediately. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her tongue met mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy soft breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss for a second, looked into my eyes, and then climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts.
“Aunty…” I groaned.
“Chup,” she said and kissed me again. Her hands went under my t-shirt and she pulled it off. Then she pulled her own nightie over her head and threw it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the candle light. Full, heavy breasts with dark brown nipples already stiff. Soft stomach. Smooth shaved pussy with just a thin line of hair above.
I held her breasts with both hands. They were soft and heavy. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly and held my head. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side. My hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. She was hot and tight.
“Ahh… Kabir… haan… aise hi,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my shorts and underwear. My cock sprang out, hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it.
“Itna hard… aur mota,” she said softly and started stroking slowly.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices. Then I pushed in slowly. She was tight. Even after years of marriage her pussy gripped me hard. I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
“Fuck… aunty, tu kitni tight hai,” I said.
I started moving. Slow deep thrusts at first. Her breasts bounced with every movement. I sucked them while fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The sound of our bodies meeting mixed with the rain outside.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started pounding harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, the way her pussy stretched around my cock, everything made me lose control. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept fucking her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own wetness off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back, and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth gently until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick ropes of cum.
We lay side by side, breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back naked. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
“Kabir… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Aunty, ab main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not argue. Instead she climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room. She came again, grinding hard on me. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep properly. Around 1:30 am she woke me up by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again, this time in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning the power had come back. She was in the kitchen making tea when I came out of the bathroom. She was wearing only a thin towel. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Rajesh kal shaam tak aayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put my hands on her breasts under the towel. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Kabir. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
I left after tea. That whole day at office I could not concentrate. In the evening I got a message from an unknown number:
“Raat ko 11 baje aana. Door open rakhungi. – M”
I reached at 11. She opened the door wearing only a short nightie. The moment I stepped inside she locked the door and pulled me to the bedroom. We did not talk much. She pushed me onto the bed, pulled my clothes off, and took my cock deep in her mouth. She sucked for a long time, looking into my eyes. Then she climbed on top and rode me hard until both of us came.
After that it became regular. Whenever Rajesh uncle was out of town or late at the bank, she would message me. Sometimes I went to her flat. Sometimes she came to mine late at night. We fucked in every room – on the sofa, against the kitchen counter, in the bathroom under the shower, even once on the small balcony when it was raining and no one could see.
One night she told me to be rough. I turned her over, pulled her hair, and fucked her hard from behind while spanking her ass. She came screaming into the pillow. Another night she made me sit on the chair and gave me the slowest, deepest blowjob of my life until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything and then climbed on top again.
Now it has been three months. Rajesh uncle still does not know. Every time I see Meera aunty in the building talking to other ladies, wearing her simple clothes and calling me “beta” in front of everyone, my cock gets hard remembering how she looks when she is naked under me, moaning my name and asking me to fuck her deeper.
Last week she came to my flat at 1 am. She was wearing a black saree with no blouse underneath. She removed the saree slowly in front of me, stood completely naked, and said, “Aaj jo marzi kar, lekin subah se pehle mujhe chhod dena.”
I spent the next four hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue twice. I fucked her in every position I knew. I came inside her three times. When she finally left at 5 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
That is how my neighbor Meera aunty became the woman I fuck the most. And every time she messages me “Aaj free hai?”, I know neither of us wants this to stop.