A Night Alone with Aunty Priya

I’d been renting a room in Aunty Priya’s (not my actual aunt) house for four months while my work project kept me in the city. She was a very traditional, cultured single mum in her early forties – strict about respect, family values, and old-school Indian customs. She had a son and daughter both in their early twenties, and from day one she treated me like her own. “Call me Aunty,” she’d said with a warm smile, “it’s a sign of respect.” In return, she started calling me “beta” or “son” because we’d known each other through friends for years. It felt safe, familiar… until that night.

Her daughter was out at the Taylor Swift concert with friends, and her son was away camping with the boys for the whole weekend. Aunty Priya had gone out for dinner with her girlfriends. She looked absolutely stunning when she left – tight black dress hugging her perfect curves, heavy tits straining the fabric, and that juicy round ass swaying with every step. At home she was always modest, covering up, but I’d stolen plenty of glances over the months: thin nighties with no bra, those big dark nipples poking through just enough to make me throb. I respected her completely… but I couldn’t stop perving.

She told me dinner would run late, so I believed her. After she left I showered, threw on just my boxers and a thin white singlet, and crashed on the big living-room couch. I put on Peaky Blinders, but I was exhausted. My eyes got heavy and I passed out cold, legs spread wide.

I didn’t hear her come home.

She’d changed into a short silky nightie that barely reached mid-thigh, thin straps barely containing those massive breasts. She looked even hotter than when she left – flushed from wine, hair loose, lips glossy.

“Beta… hun, wake up,” she whispered, gently touching my shoulder. I was dead tired, but something in me decided to pretend I was completely out. I kept my breathing slow and deep, eyes shut. My cock had already been half-hard; the second her fingers brushed my skin it surged to full mast – thick, veiny, rock-hard, the biggest boner I’d ever had, straining obscenely against my boxers.

She sighed softly. “Come on, son, you can’t sleep here all night.” She slid an arm under my shoulders and helped me up. As I stood, my cock bounced and slapped heavily against my thigh, the fat head pushing out the loose waistband. She tried not to stare, but I felt her eyes on it as she guided me down the hallway to my room.

She laid me gently on the bed and pulled the sheet up. “Go to sleep, beta.”

I mumbled, still pretending to be half-asleep, “Aunty… I need water. Throat’s dry.”

She smiled. “Wait here. I’ll get it for you.”

The moment she left I hooked my thumb under the leg of my boxers and tugged them aside. Half my thick cock slipped out the side – swollen purple head glistening, long clear strings of pre-cum already dripping down my shaft and onto my thigh. I was leaking like crazy.

She came back with the glass. I stayed “asleep.” She froze when she saw my exposed cock, set the glass down quietly, and slipped out of the room.

But she couldn’t stay away. A minute later I heard soft footsteps. She came back on her toes, peeking from the doorway. My cock twitched and leaked more, knowing she was staring. She came in again, pretending to fix the blanket so I’d sleep properly. Her fingers brushed my thigh… then lingered. She touched again, lighter, like she couldn’t stop herself. I stayed dead still.

I pretended to stir, shifting my hips. My boxers dragged lower. Now most of my cock was hanging out, shiny and dripping. She froze, nervous, and left again, standing by the door watching.

She came and left three more times, each visit bolder. Finally she sat right on the edge of my bed. “Beta… wake up and drink your water, please,” she whispered, voice shaky. Her soft hand rested on my bare thigh, right where I was wet and sticky with pre-cum. She traced the trail with her fingertips, breathing deeper. She couldn’t hold back. Her fingers slid higher and wrapped gently around the exposed part of my cock.

“Oh my god…” she breathed, then pulled away fast. She left, came back again, and this time shook my shoulder properly. “Son, come on. Drink.”

I “woke up” slowly, sitting up, rubbing my eyes. My cock was still hanging out, hard and dripping. I pretended not to notice at first, took the glass and drank. She sat there, eyes flicking down again and again.

Then I looked down, acted shocked, and tried to cover myself. “Shit – Aunty, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was out like that.”

She was sitting on the blanket so I couldn’t pull it up. She blushed deep red but smiled shyly. “It’s okay, beta. Don’t worry.”

“I had a bad dream… that’s why,” I muttered.

She tilted her head. “What was the dream about?”

I looked away shyly. “It wasn’t a bad dream… it was a bad naughty dream.”

She giggled, covering her mouth. “Ahhh… now everything makes sense.”

“It’s so embarrassing,” I said.

She patted my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. “It’s okay. It’s normal. We all have them.”

“You too?”

She laughed softly. “Yeah… what can you do? I’m single and haven’t done it for a while.” Then she added, almost to herself, “I’m like your mum.”

My heart pounded. “What kind of dreams do you have, Aunty?”

She playfully slapped my arm. “Shhh! I’m like your mum. Don’t be naughty!”

I grinned. “I thought it was normal?”

She giggled, but her eyes kept dropping to my leaking dick. “Go back to sleep, beta.”

“How can I sleep when you’re sitting on my bed looking so beautiful?” I whispered.

Her eyes widened. “Are you flirting with me? I’m like your mum.”

“Is it bad to say you’re beautiful?”

She bit her lip. “I’m like your mum…”

“And doesn’t mums get horny too?” I asked boldly.

She laughed, shocked but turned on. “Wow, you are naughty tonight. I’m like your mum, beta.”

“It’s been a while for me too,” I admitted.

She glanced down again. “Trust me… I know. I’ve seen how wet you are.”

“You saw?”

“Your cock was all out. How could I not see?” She added softly, “I’m like your mum… but I looked anyway.”

I smirked. “Couldn’t you cover me… or did you like the view?”

She got shy, but her nipples were rock-hard under the nightie.

“I’m so wet I need to change my boxers,” I said.

She stood up. “Take them off. I’ll wash them.”

“In return, wanna wash both of our clothes?”

She laughed nervously. “Why? What’s wrong with my clothes?”

I stared at her. “You’re gonna have them off you soon too.”

“Stoppppp,” she said, smiling and flushed. “I’m like your mum, beta.”

“Why are you shy, Aunty?” I took her hand gently and placed it right on my throbbing cock. She didn’t pull away. Her fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, feeling how hard and slippery I was.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, stroking slowly. “I’m like your mum… this is so wrong.”

“Do you like it?”

“Wow… you’re dripping like crazy.” She leaned down, hot breath on my cock, and took me into her mouth. Her soft lips stretched wide around my thickness as she sucked me deep, tongue swirling, slurping up every drop of pre-cum. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room – gluck gluck gluck – as she bobbed faster, taking me halfway down her throat.

I groaned and pulled her nightie up and off. Her huge tits spilled out – heavy, full, dark nipples stiff and begging. I grabbed them, sucking hard on one while she kept blowing me.

Then she climbed up, straddled me, and sank down. Her tight, dripping pussy swallowed every inch of my cock in one slow glide until I was balls-deep inside her. “Fuck, Aunty… you feel so good,” I moaned against her tit. She rode me hard, ass bouncing, tits jiggling in my face. I sucked and bit her thick nipples while she fucked herself on me, moaning.

“I’m like your mum… I’m like your mum…” she kept gasping between moans, the words making her wetter. “This is so bad… I’m like your mum but I need it…”

She suddenly slid off, dropped between my legs again, and sucked me furiously – hand stroking fast, mouth deep-throating, spit running everywhere. I couldn’t hold it.

“Aunty – I’m gonna cum!”

She locked her lips tight around the head and sucked harder, eyes locked on mine. “I’m like your mum… give it to me, beta.”

I exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth – spurt after heavy spurt, filling her tongue and throat. She swallowed every drop, gulping loudly, milking me with her hand until I was completely empty and twitching.

She licked the last bead of cum off the tip, looked up at me with flushed cheeks and a shy, satisfied smile, and whispered, “Now go back to sleep, my naughty son… and don’t tell anyone what your Aunty – what your mum – just did for you.”

She kissed the head of my softening cock one last time, pulled the blanket over me, and slipped out of the room, leaving me spent, heart racing, and already aching for the next time we’d be alone.