For the new readers, I am John (pen name), a 26-year-old average-built young guy hailing from Kerala. I completed my B.Tech and am working as an engineer for a reputed organization. I am about to share an experience I had after relocating to Bangalore following my studies.
To all the readers, these kinds of fun and experiences never come your way automatically. Rather, you need to manifest them and create them accordingly. If you’re interested, please read my other stories and leave feedback.
My friend and I rented a flat together, and our community was quite diverse, including a significant number of Keralites. This diversity meant we frequently interacted with Malayali wives and milfs. Luckily, our immediate neighbours were a family from Calicut, Kerala.
Well, coming to describe the heroine of the story. Due to her privacy concerns, I’m not going to reveal her name here. She is a very beautiful Kerala woman with a light brown texture. She is 5.6 feet tall, and her weight is 7 kg.
She has big melon-sized boobs, a chubby waist, and big hips. Here, ‘chubby’ means a well-muscled and healthy body.
One day, after work, I arrived at our flat’s parking lot and headed towards our apartment. As I walked, I felt someone calling me from behind. Turning around, I saw it was our neighbour, the Aunty from Kerala. She asked if I had just returned from the office.
I confirmed that I had and continued walking towards the elevator since we both lived on the fifth floor. I was pleased at the prospect of spending more time with the plump auntie. We chatted about trivial matters and eventually reached our building. We both stepped into the elevator. But it was stuck.
Aunty: I don’t want to climb the stairs. What should we do?
I replied, “Come on, Aunty, let’s walk up. There’s no other option.”
As we ascended, I noticed Aunty’s well-rounded derriere swinging with each step, and I found myself enjoying the sight. The outline of her underwear was visible, accentuating her figure. After climbing two floors, she suggested we rest for a bit.
She perched on the iron railing of the staircase, her half-exposed buttocks resting on the rail, revealing her shapely thighs. Anyone witnessing her pose would undoubtedly be captivated. The contrast between her golden feet and the white steps was striking.
I found myself fantasizing about being intimate with her right there. She shared some stories and then stood up, her cheeks flushed. Her thin, rose-coloured lips were enticing, and beads of sweat adorned her upper lip. I was tempted to kiss her.
She noticed me staring at her lips and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that? Hehe, are you seeing me for the first time?”
Regaining my composure, I said, “Oh, nothing. I was lost in thought.”
“Tell me what you were thinking,” she inquired.
“Well, how many children do you have?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from my thoughts.
“Really? Is that what you were thinking about?” she teased.
“Yes, I just wondered,” I admitted.
“I have a daughter; you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, right. I remember now,” I lied.
“Whatever. Let’s continue,” she said, hurrying up the stairs. Suddenly, her sandal strap snapped, causing her to stumble. I rushed to catch her, pulling her back by her hips. She landed on top of me. To maintain my balance, I sat down with her on my lap.
She quickly recovered, asking if I was alright. I reassured her, adding that I might have inadvertently touched her. She playfully scolded me for not squeezing harder if I had intended to. Seeing this as a green light, I decided to pursue the situation further.
“Hehe. Isn’t everyone hoping for such moments?” I asked, laughing. Ignoring my comment, she reminded me that we were almost on our floor. I increased my pace, eager to reach our destination. Upon arriving, I pondered how to flirt with the plump auntie.
To my surprise, she asked if I knew how to change the WiFi password. I offered to assist her, and she agreed to let me do it later. We parted ways, and I spent the evening planning my approach. Later, I decided to visit her flat. However, upon reaching her door, I noticed a man’s shoe outside.
Remembering that she tutored children in society, I realized she might still be occupied. Despite this, I rang the bell. She opened the door wearing a light nightgown, her breasts barely contained. Surprised to see me, she invited me in. A child was seated at a table, presumably working on homework.
Knowing this wasn’t the right time, I excused myself, promising to return later.
Aunty: What brings you here now? Can’t you change the WiFi password without me?
Me: Blushing. Oh, nothing, Aunty!
Aunty: If you wish to come, feel free to do so after half an hour. This class will be over by then.
I left, but curiosity led me to peek through the keyhole. Seeing her alone, I knocked and entered. She greeted me warmly, and I joined her, sharing a mischievous smile. I went inside. She closed the door. Seeing her with makeup, my arousal grew.
“What do you want to drink?”
I said, “I don’t need anything.”
“You can’t say that. Come here,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. I followed without looking at anything else. As she bent down to pick up the juice jar, her breast hung low, catching my attention. She looked at me with her left eye, and I stared at her breast.
“Why are you looking as if you don’t see women?” Her question took me aback. With all my courage, I said, “It is so beautiful to see, so damn.” She gave me a bad look, but I sat looking at her breast. She squeezed the juice and poured it into two glasses, washed the jar, and put it back in its place.
She served us two glasses of pineapple juice. I drank the juice and reminded myself that it wasn’t wise to sit there for so long. She wasn’t really enjoying this. I took out my laptop, navigated to the WiFi configuration, and changed the password. Disappointed, I retreated to my room.
The next day was a Saturday. My roommate left with his girlfriend. I prepared some breakfast and was aroused as usual. I was reading some erotic stories online and was preparing to relieve myself. But at the very next moment, I heard my phone ringing.
I was disappointed to find out who was interrupting my solitude. I cursed pulled up my pants opened the door. It was the neighbour, Aunty. I was sweating all over.
Aunty said, “What’s the matter? You seem sweaty; were you working hard?”
I said, “Nothing.”
She said, “Hmm. Da, I need some chilli powder. I don’t have any at home. Unfortunately, the delivery service isn’t available at the moment.”
I said, “Come on, Aunty, please feel free to take it from the kitchen.”
Then Aunty went inside. Suddenly, some water spilled on the floor. Aunty stepped on it and fell. I heard her cry out in pain. Terrified, she started crying. I quickly grabbed her shoulder and picked her up. I didn’t think anything at that time. I made my Aunt sit on the sofa.
Aunty was writhing in pain. I said, “Aunty, let me check if you’re okay.” Aunty slowly changed her saree. The sight of her breasts straining against her white blouse made my eyes burn with desire. My Aunty said in pain, “Doesn’t look like it’s cut.”
When I looked, I didn’t see any cuts. I said, “Aunty, there is no pain in the middle. There is an ointment here. If you apply it, the pain will go away quickly. Let me take it.” My Aunty said, “I can’t bear the pain of my stomach.”
As soon as I heard that, I brought the ointment. I told my Aunty, “I can apply it when I lie down.” Hearing that, Aunty slowly lay down. I slowly changed Aunty’s saree. I slowly lifted the hem of her petticoat with her high heels and breasts resting on the sofa.
I slowly poured the ointment onto Aunty’s thigh and started rubbing with my hands as if massaging gently. I felt as if I was easing Aunty’s pain. I slowly started moving my hands lower. Realizing that the sleeping Aunty was not moving, I slowly put my hand on the string of the Aunty’s petticoat.
When she was ready to take off her petticoat, Aunty said, “Da, what are you doing. Enough. You. Ointment. applied my pain reduced. Aunty. I started to get up slowly.”
I was in a daze and started scratching my groin. Losing my senses, I lay on top of my Aunt. This was a double blow for Aunty, who was lying down. Aunty started crying, “Da. It hurts, don’t get up.” Aunty tried to push me away. I quickly got up and closed the door before Aunty got up.
I returned to my Aunty. My Aunt slowly sat on the sofa with her hand on her waist. Aunty said, “Why did you close the door? I’ll go, you open it.”
I said, “Please, Aunty. I can’t bear to see you like this. Aunty. Won’t you feel better for some time. Please, Aunty, for me. Aunty. For some time. Please.”
Aunty said, “Da. You. What are you saying? This is not right. I have to go.”
I couldn’t hold back. I sat on the couch next to my Aunty. Aunty tried to get up slowly. I held my Aunty’s hand. Forcefully seating my Aunty there, before she could open her mouth to say something, I put her lips in my mouth. I held both hands of Aunty. I licked Aunty’s lips.
I realized that my Aunt’s initial objections were slowly diminishing. While drinking that nectar, slowly, I changed the grip of Aunty’s hands. I placed my hands on both sides of Aunty’s stomach and started pressing slowly. Aunty closed her eyes and enjoyed my pressing and moaning.
When I realized that my Aunty was completely relaxed, I slowly moved my hands up her stomach. I wanted to press and drink the white breasts like a melon inside that black blouse. Slowly, my hands rested on the blouse. Aunty blushed. I pressed and squeezed the soft breasts.
Aunty started moaning without knowing. I slowly started to unbutton the blouse. Every time I opened each button, the fabric loosened. After undoing the blouse, I saw the breasts and lost my eyes. What size! Unable to control it, I put a breast in my mouth and started drinking it.
Aunty bit all the time. Like a child, she holds my head and keeps pressing. I licked the reddened nipples with my tongue, taking turns sucking and drinking. After drinking for some time, I slowly got up. My pants broke, and I quickly took out my erection, which was about to release.
It was thrilling. Aunty’s eyes were fixed on my dick. I slowly sat on the sofa. I was slowly rubbing my Aunty’s nipples. As if the Aunty understood my mind, she grabbed my shaft and started hitting it slowly. When my Aunty pulled my erect penis, it hurt like hell.
When she saw my pain, she hit me harder. My Aunty’s face suddenly rested on my dick. My dick entered her mouth. Ah, what a pleasure. My cock in a girl’s mouth. Even the hairs on my body stood on end. Without brushing my teeth properly, my Aunt seduced me.
I pinched my Aunt’s breasts with emotion. Believing my climax was imminent, I halted my Aunt’s oral stimulation. I reached under my Aunt’s petticoat. Recognizing my nervousness, my Aunt chuckled in amusement. Her pale thighs and the pink intimate area beneath her underwear aroused a primal desire in me.
I gripped her thighs and slid her panties down. As I began to understand my Aunt’s affection, I turned my attention towards her. “Ah, darling. Lick it. Suck it.” My Aunt observed the peak of my emotional release. I began to explore her with my tongue, gently at first, then more insistently.
She held my head, guiding me. Her purring sounds heightened my emotional frenzy. I found joy in licking and tugging her earlobe. “Enough, hurry up,” my Aunt urged. I carefully positioned myself on top of her. The prospect of our first sexual encounter brought a mix of anticipation and concern.
Gently, I aligned my member with her intimate area. My goal was to ensure my Aunt’s comfort. After a period of gentle friction, my Aunt could no longer resist and pulled me closer. “Ah,” Our voices echoed in unison. My member nestled against her core.
I began to move, aware of the initial discomfort but also the impending pleasure. Her ample breasts moved with my strokes; I cupped them, applying gentle pressure. Our lips met. We continued, pushing and pulling. I felt as though I were in a dream.
Summoning all my energy, I released myself. “Ah, Mommy.” Realizing my mistake, I discovered my Aunt had consumed water. It had begun as discomfort for her but had transformed into pleasure. Her release was intense, and I bathed in her warmth. The final drops of my release filled her.
For a moment, I lay there, my face buried in her chest. Once the intensity subsided, I apologized, overwhelmed with guilt. She responded, “Da. Even my husband hasn’t made me feel this way. Where did you learn all this? No one knows this.”
This acknowledgement brought relief. My Aunt’s discomfort eased, and I felt satisfied. We found joy in our shared experiences whenever the opportunity allowed. Still, we are in good touch and waiting for the time and situation to have fun.
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