My young aunt made me fuck her by giving me signals

My young aunt had been giving me suggestive looks, and I couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction towards her. I am Ayush Pandey, and I’m sharing my secret story with you all on Pornie Stories dot com. My aunt, Radhika, got married a few months ago. She was incredibly beautiful and sexy – fair-skinned like milk cream.

Gradually, whispers started circulating in our house. My mother and others would speak in hushed tones about how Radhika wasn’t a virgin and had been with many men before her marriage. When my uncle finally consummated their marriage, his shock was palpable. His manhood was completely destroyed, and when he questioned Radhika about it, demanding to know who had done this to her, a huge fight erupted between them. My uncle was furious because he had expected a pure and untouched bride.

But the reality was far from what he had imagined. Radhika wasn’t a virgin; her vaginal lips were already stretched and open. For fifteen days, my uncle refused to even enter his wife’s room. He was deeply hurt and angry that he had been deceived. Why hadn’t Radhika told him about her past? But after some time, the urge for sex overwhelmed my uncle. He was young and virile, and his manhood would become erect every night. He thought, “What I have received is what I have to accept.” So, he started sleeping with his wife again.

The women in our house, including my mother, viewed Radhika with suspicion. They called her a slut, a whore, and used all sorts of derogatory terms. My mother had warned me not to go near Radhika because she was a lustful woman who might try to seduce me.

Despite this, I found myself drawn to my aunt. I was 22 years old and eager for sex. Whenever my mother told me not to go near Radhika, I felt even more compelled to do so.

“Aunty! I’m going to the market, do you need anything?”
“I’m going to the market too, maybe get some samosas or tikki?”

This is how I started spending more and more time around Radhika. Soon, a deeper connection grew between us. After all, the relationship between an aunt and nephew can be quite playful. Radhika always wore tight blouses and vibrant clothes. When she wore that purple blouse with shimmering beads, my heart would race. I longed to grab her and take her to her room, to possess her completely. But she was my aunt, and I couldn’t bring myself to violate her.

So, I kept my desires in check. Whenever I saw her beautiful breasts, I would sneak away to the bathroom and masturbate. I knew Radhika wasn’t a virgin; with a little effort, I could have her. So, I started teasing her.
“Aunty! If only you were like wood that I could use, my life would be set! …How much fun it would be to…”

I would say this and then quickly lower my voice. Gradually, Radhika understood that she had a new prey in the house – me. One evening, she called me to her room.

“Ayush! …Will you sleep with me?” Radhika asked me suddenly. My face turned pale.

“Yes! Aunty! I’ve been watching your breasts and wanting to touch them… Give me your pussy!” I blurted out.

“…There’s nothing shameful about it. Come, take it.” Radhika said.

Just then, my mother called out Ayush! Ayush!! Our moment was interrupted. That evening, nothing happened between us.

One evening, while I was at home, a loud crash echoed through the house. It seemed to come from the bathroom. My uncle had gone to his grocery store, so I rushed to investigate. There I found Radhika lying on the floor of the bathroom, having slipped and fallen. “Ouch! Ouch!” she cried out in pain.

“What happened, Aunty?” I asked, worried.

“…I fell! Help me up, Ayush!” she pleaded.

I helped her to her feet. Her hip was hurting badly. She leaned on my shoulder for support as we walked slowly towards the bed. “Ouch! Ouch!” Radhika cried out again as she lay down. I reached into her skirt and felt her wetness. Her petticoat was open because she had been taking a bath, and in the process, her foot had slipped on the bathroom tiles. Radhika was completely soaked. My manhood became erect at the sight of her. She looked so beautiful – fair from head to toe. She was ready to be fucked. I helped her onto the bed.

“Ayush! The iodine is in the cupboard. Please bring it,” she said. Her command held authority over me, so I immediately retrieved the iodine from the cupboard and began applying it inside her damp petticoat where she had indicated. After a while, I had to move her wet red petticoat aside because I couldn’t reach properly.

As soon as I pulled the petticoat down, two plump, soft mounds were revealed before me. For a long time, I caressed her hips.

“Apply it,” Radhika said. I snapped back to reality. I started massaging her wet pussy with iodine. Oh! The pleasure was overwhelming! The woman who had always been my fantasy was now naked in front of me. She had removed her panties and had soaped herself while bathing. For a long time, I continued to massage her round hips. Then she turned over and lay on the bed facing me, pulling me towards her with her hands. She kissed me passionately.

## The Chachi’s Secret

“Aunty? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Ayush! My nephew! This whole drama was just to get your attention!” Aunty said, her voice laced with a mischievous glint.

“What the…” My jaw dropped as shock washed over me.

“Ayush beta! Today, I want you to fuck me! Even during the day, my pussy gets so hot it craves cock! So, fuck me, Ayush!” Aunty said, placing her hand on my mouth. After that, all thoughts of friends and propriety vanished. The beautiful, voluptuous woman before me was my own Aunty, and she wanted me. I pulled down her tight petticoat, revealing her soaked blouse beneath. My alter ego, the insatiable Ayush, had awakened.

My eyes were glued to her milky white body, glistening with sweat. I ripped off my shirt and pants, discarding my undergarments as well. I began by teasing her swollen nipples, savoring their softness. Her breasts were enormous, even bigger than my mother’s.

Then, I lay down beside her, our naked bodies pressed together in a tangle of desire. Aunty offered me her large, dark clit, and I sucked on it like a child, lost in the sensation. “Oh Aunty! These are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen! Even my mother’s don’t compare!” I exclaimed.

“Suck them, Ayush! For today, I am your girlfriend. Do whatever you want, fuck me!” Aunty whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I began to explore her body, relishing the feel of her firm breasts beneath my touch. She stroked my hair lovingly as we lost ourselves in the moment.

“Aunty,” I asked hesitantly, “My mother and other women in the house say that you were promiscuous before marriage. Is it true?”

She sighed, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Yes, Ayush, it’s true. It happened when I was just sixteen. A classmate took my virginity at school. After that, I craved it so much that I became addicted. By the time I graduated, I had slept with twenty boyfriends who ravaged me and tore my pussy apart. When your uncle saw my torn hymen on our wedding night, he was furious and left.”

I fell silent, overwhelmed by her confession. By now, I had drained both of her breasts, their fullness satisfying my hunger. I moved to her belly, settling near her waist with my cock in hand.

She looked like a seasoned whore, her lips parted as she took my long, seven-inch cock into her mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her soft, plump lips caressed my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. She sucked and played with it, teasing me relentlessly. Soon, I came, releasing a torrent of white cream that filled her mouth.

I then moved to her smooth, velvety stomach, kissing and caressing it. Her navel was so beautiful; I had never seen anything like it. After a while, my gaze fell on her pussy, perfectly shaved and inviting.

I began to tease her clit with my tongue, licking and sucking until she moaned in pleasure. Then, I spread her legs and plunged my cock deep inside her. It fit perfectly, as if made for each other. Her tight pussy welcomed me eagerly.

I started thrusting into her, our hips grinding together rhythmically. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room with a sweet, primal music. Aunty bit her lip, her heavy breasts swaying against my chest. She began to suck on her own clit, her eyes glazed over with lust.

“Ayush beta! Today, quench my thirst! My husband comes quickly, in just nine or ten minutes. So, fuck me for at least two hours!” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

I resumed our passionate encounter, driving into her deeper and harder. Her breasts were even tighter now, her nipples hard as rocks. After a while, I released my load deep inside her, filling her completely.

She hadn’t been hurt in the bathroom; she had simply faked it to get me here. The truth was, she craved my touch, my attention.

I looked at her, my heart pounding with a mixture of guilt and exhilaration. This forbidden encounter had awakened something primal within us both.