Hello readers, I am Gautam (name changed). This is my first time writing here. I have been following this site for a while and thought I would share real stories and instances of how I seduced and fucked my neighbour aunty Swati (name changed). There have been a lot of instances to recollect, however, let me start with how it all started and one such spicy incident.
Setting the context, I am from and used to live in Hyderabad. Swati was one of the closest friends of my mom and lived in the apartment opposite ours. Swati’s husband worked overseas and she had a daughter, who was my age. Swati was a bomb of a woman and I have on several instances seen all uncles in our building gawk at her. She was very fair, had long thick hair that rolled down till her curvy waist, had the perfect breasts and most often used to wear a saree that attenuated her figure.
About me, I am dark-skinned, have a 6-inch penis, well built with curvy hair. I used to hit the gym quite often and had good muscles to show.
Swati used to be my childhood crush for long. According to me, all boys have that one MILF, they really would give anything to fuck. Swati was mine. She was my crush for long. I had at several instances also caught her taking quick peeks at me. She used to often ask me if I had any girlfriends at college and about whom I had crushes.
Anything sexual started when I was in college, 19 years old. I studied in another city. I had just come back for my vacation. Our house had one only bike that my father had taken, and I wanted to get back my laptop from one of my friends, who lived 15 minutes away. I had gone to Swati’s house to borrow their scooty.
Me: Hi Aunty (I used to call her ‘aunty’ only). Can I borrow your scooty? I need to go to Nagar to get my laptop.
As I was even saying this, I couldn’t resist but take a quick peek at my neighbour aunty’s waist. I really have a thing for waists, especially hers when she was wearing a saree. I was pretty sure she caught me but did not say anything and just gave a naughty smile; probably for the first time.
Swati: I am actually driving there to buy something. I can take you there.
Despite me being 19, I did not offer to drive the scooty like I usually do, because my brain was already cooking something.
As I sat behind her, and we started riding, I casually placed my hand on her waist. My dick was already in full salute the minute I placed my hand on her waist. She definitely noticed it and gave the same naughty smile.
Swati: I now get why you did not offer to ride the scooty like you usually do.
I got closer to her and my pants were touching her ass. She was still driving. I gave her waist a little squeeze. She let out a quick moan as the scooty wobbled a bit.
Swati: Hey, not now! I am driving.
The “not now” sent me into overdrive. I however controlled myself. I wanted to fuck my neighbour aunty, not die in the middle of the road. This was only the start. Oh, how glad I was that I had read the signals right.
Over the several next days, we passed glances, and naughty smiles at each other. We tried a few risky things, like once she just came into my and sat on my lap while my mother was still in the kitchen. Whenever I caught her alone, even for a minute in her house, I used the chances to make out with her a little, grab her by the waist, and rub my penis against her ass, all dressed. It was a lot of fun, but I really wanted to fuck her.
One day, my parents decided to take a trip to my Grandmother’s which was a few hours from our house. This was the chance I wanted all along.
Me: Aunty, how about you come by later?
Swati (smirking): For what?
I just gave her a naughty smile while wishing whatever I had in mind really happened.
An hour after my parents left, the calling bell rang. I ran to open the door to see Swati standing outside, wearing a pink saree and a golden blouse.
I called her in, looked outside to confirm no one was looking, and closed the door.
ME: I didn’t know if you would come.
Swati (smirking): Yeah, what did you call me for?
Before she could complete the sentence, I grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
Her smile disappeared.
Swati: We cannot do this, I am married.
Me: Yeah, I know, but don’t you feel lonely? Come on, just this once.
My neighbor aunty grabbed my shoulder tightly as she tried resisting.
I pulled her in close, placing a kiss as I squeezed her hips.
Swati: Maybe just this once.
I could not believe this was actually happening. I was really not sure how long this would last, so I did not want to take it slow this time. (In other stories, there is a bit of romance, but this first time all I wanted really was to fuck her. No romance, nothing like the other dates. I just felt raw sexual attraction to her.)
I started kissing her lips as my hands started caressing her. I grabbed her ass as she let out a quick moan. She started moving her hands through my body, pressing on my muscles and ass.
I started feeling up her boobs as I started removing the hooks on her blouse. She removed my shirt as she started kissing my body.
Meanwhile, I finished unhooking her blouse to reveal her cleavage and white bra. I could not stop myself as I started kissing her cleavage trying to unhook her bra. She could not wait either as she reached behind to unhook her bra and reveal those gorgeous boobs. I started sucking on my married neighbour aunty’s nipples as moaned and bit her lips. She pulled me back to her lips. We started kissing deeply as our tongues started fighting with each other. We exchanged saliva, not taking a moment to even breathe.
I once again got back to her boobs as Swati aunty started removing her saree. I spent quite a few moments on those gorgeous boobs, licking them, sucking and even maybe nibbling them a little. She was wearing a white frock under her saree. I loosed the knots to reveal her white panties. She could not wait to remove my trousers. She just removed both my trousers and underwear in one go as she gripped tightly on my dick. Her panties were already soaking wet.
I grabbed her ass as I started sucking on her boobs again. This was the epitome of my fantasy at the time.
I guided her to my room as we were still making out. She started stroking my cock, while still gripping tightly which just drove me crazy. I unclipped her hair letting it flow loose as I laid her on the bed. I took a step back to admire her beauty. She reached her hands out as if she wanted me to hug her and as if she wanted me to penetrate her. I could not resist. I did just that.
I rubbed my penis against her vagina. My neighbour aunty could not control herself as well as she used her legs to grab my ass and pull me close. I finally got to fuck her. I started thrusting my penis inside Swati as she moaned uncontrollably. I had to alternate between my hand and my lips to shut her mouth as no one outside could hear us. I alternated between licking her lips and her boobs as I kept thrusting inside her. She kept holding on to and squeezing my head and ass as she took it all in.
After what felt like eternal blissful moments for the both of us, I finally was ready to cum. By the looks and sounds of it, she had already done so a few times.
After we finished, we cleaned ourselves up and after wearing her saree back up, she gently placed a kiss on my lips, giving the same naughty smile as she left.
I knew it was definitely not the end and there were lots more to come. The next one is about how I got to take a shower with her and how I started flirting with her daughter as well.
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