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This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard.
“Aah!”
Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her cum-oozing arse. The local goons had wrecked her buxom white body leaving her sweaty and cum-laden on the dining table. The cum they had deposited in her arse made my hard cock slide in smoothly.
I was in seventh heaven as I had finally triumphed in getting my aunty in the position I desired for so long. As I fucked her deep and furiously, digging my fingers into her waist, the table shook and creaked. She was already tired from the earlier torment that she had gone through.
She didn’t protest as I continued pounding her. She had bite marks on her back and slap marks on her arse, turning it red in color. Her big, firm breasts were mauled. The kohl in her eyes, mixed up with tears, had now dried up.
Her lips were blood red as her tormentors had taken a particular liking to shove their tongues and their cocks in her mouth. Truth be told, my 42-year-old aunty looked like a witch who had been assaulted by wild dogs.
I was nearing my much-awaited and much-needed orgasm. I caught hold of her long black hair and rode her like I was possessed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
My thighs were rapidly slapping on her arse, and that was the only sound in the house now.
“Oh my God! Here it comes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I let out a loud cry and filled her arse with my sticky white cum. It flowed into her arse like a wild river. For good two minutes, I kept shooting my cum into her. I had beads of sweat all over my body, and I collapsed on her bareback. Nandini, I guess, had gone into deep slumber herself. This was all that she could take after a long night’s assault.
“Ding Dong!”
The clock struck four times. As I closed my eyes, I could see that it was 4AM on the wall clock.
Hi. I’m Nikhil Paranjpe from Mumbai. For the past year, I have been residing in Chicago, Illinois, in the USA.
Since early childhood, I have been an avid pornography fan. My father, Nayan Paranjpe, passed away in a road accident when I was only 5 years old. He left behind loads of money and my mother, Maya Paranjpe.
As I grew older, I turned into a bully in college. I was an only child and a pampered one with fashionable clothes, the latest smartphones, racing bikes. My mother made sure I had all the good stuff. When all this was going on in life, I made sure studies were important too.
I have an Economics Honours degree, and I work in one of the world’s leading MNCs. Not long ago, I worked in Mumbai, but a hefty pay raise and transfer got me moved to Chicago. I live here with Maya, my 56-year-old mother.
With money and a luxurious lifestyle comes a lot of attention. Especially girls and women. And yes, there was plenty to go around. But the best one was at home – Maya, my dearest mom. (wink)
I am 34 now. Single and completely available. Over the years, I have been called names by a lot of people.
One was Big Nick – my collegemates in Mumbai gave me this name after being caught on camera making out with my then-girlfriend Ramya Natarajan in the gymnasium. The video went viral, and everyone got to know that I had a thick, chocolate-colored 8-inch penis. Hence, the name Big Nick.
Another name was Mister Arsehole – this one was for my great love for a female’s arse hole later on in the degree college in Navi Mumbai. I had fucked the busty Economics teacher, Miss Varsha Kotian, during our college festival. We both had sneaked behind the pandal, and I gave her the fucking of her life.
I literally had to stuff Miss Kotian’s black panties in her mouth when I popped her anal cherry to quieten her loud moans. During a beer-drinking session at a local bar, I had narrated the whole incident to my college friends. Word spread quickly in college about this adventure of mine. Hence, the name Mister Arsehole.
But the worst name was spoken on a Sunday afternoon in the year 2007. It was by someone who is a very dear family member – my mom’s younger sister and my aunt Nandini Deshpande. She had come down from Lonavala to meet Maya and me.
I had just completed my second-year B.Com finals and used to be at home most of the time. During one of the conversations between the two sisters, Maya accidentally mentioned to Nandini how I was caught with my pants down in the college gymnasium one year.
Maya told her that I was about to be expelled. But she made a huge donation to the college and helped me get back in. Maya even had to sleep with each of the trustees so that I don’t get kicked out of college. She even went on to tell Nandini about the incestuous relationship that Maya and I had.
Hearing this, Nandini was shocked. Nandini was furious. She called me from my room and gave me an earful bashing. That’s when she spoke the most disgusting comment I had ever heard.
“This is what it has come down to now, Nikhil! You have made a whore out of your mother just because you can’t keep your dick in the pants! You fucking bastard!”
I was furious hearing this. How dare she speak to me like this and that too in my own house. My mom was in tears hearing this and told Nandini to apologize to me. But Nandini didn’t.
By evening Nandini had come to her senses. After dinner, she came to my room and sincerely apologized. She sat next to me on the bed. I was obviously very angry, but then she is my aunt, and I had to forgive her. All the while she sat next to me, I couldn’t help but notice her ample cleavage.
She was in her nightgown, and half her melons were on display. I guess she didn’t even have a bra inside. After such a show, I had to forgive her. That night while lying in bed, I just couldn’t sleep.
Did Nandini display her cleavage purposely so that I could mellow down? All kinds of thoughts started developing in my mind.
Nandini Deshpande, wife of Navin Deshpande, one of the biggest manufacturers of cars and accessories in India. Why did she have to act like a slut in front of her nephew?
In all these years, I have slept with at least 20 women – Maya, my mom; Ramya, my girlfriend; Miss Kotian, my Economics teacher; Miss Rupa Bose, my college principal; my neighbors in Mumbai, Mrs. Kinjal Mehta and Mrs. Sushma Sharma; my then-girlfriend Rachana Welingkar to name a few.
But the best of them all – Nandini Deshpande, my aunty was neglected all this time.
Nandini lived with us for a few more days. I took every chance to catch a glimpse of her magnificent breasts. Like every other modern woman, she used to wear a loose top and pajamas at home. So, whenever she used to bend to get something, her huge bra-clad boobs would hang inside.
Like Maya, even she had a big butt, and her pajamas used to be tight. So, altogether she was a full-figured whore who I had to get in bed with one day.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. I completed my graduation and got busy with my Economics Honours studies. In 2010, I passed with flying colors. We had a party at our house. Our close family and friends attended this party.
But to my disappointment, Nandini and her husband, Navin, couldn’t make it. My disappointment gradually turned into anger. The word ‘bastard’ had always been at the back of my mind. Was that the reason my whore aunty hadn’t come to visit us in all these years?
If that was the case, she needed to be taught a lesson. Especially after she gave me a glimpse of those cute funbags on her chest the last time, she was here and never returned to show me them again. But how and when and where was I going to get Nandini in bed with me?
Another year went by, and due to hectic office work, I totally forgot about Nandini. Whenever I did get time, I used to make love with either Maya or my girlfriend Rachana.
A month before my 24th birthday in 2011, Maya received a call from Nandini asking how everything is home. She quietly enquired about me too. That night while having dinner, Maya asked me whether I would like to go to Lonavala at Nandini’s place.
My uncle Navin wasn’t going to be at home for a week, and Nandini had requested my mom to send me over as she was going to be alone.
Now, Navin and Nandini lived in a big farmhouse in Lonavala. My uncle had invested a lot of money and built a nice home for himself and his wife. Their farmhouse was a little away from the city, with not much habitation around them.
As they didn’t have any children of their own, I was their favorite nephew. Well, until Nandini got to know about my sexual activities. After the ‘bastard’ incident a few years ago, she hadn’t even visited us once. Frankly speaking, all I wanted was another glimpse at those milky white tits of hers.
When Maya told me that Nandini wanted me to come down to Lonavala, my mind started playing all sorts of tricks. Also, Nandini was going to be alone, and the whore needed to be fucked at some point. I knew I had some pending leaves in the office.
The next day, I carried a box of chocolates and a bouquet of tulip flowers for the office HR Mrs. Netra Goenka. I knew the office schedule was tight, and getting leaves at the last moment would be difficult. I had to bribe Netra in some way.
Otherwise, the chance to be alone with Nandini, at her farmhouse, with no one around to disturb us, would be lost forever.
I have always been a big flirt, and Mrs. Netra loved it when I bought gifts for her. Unfortunately, we both still hadn’t taken the next step. But surely, she was on my sex menu, and one day I was going to taste her too.
The idea of chocolates and flowers worked beautifully as the leave of absence for a week was granted.
I was over the moon. I called Maya at home and told her to get my travel bag ready. After work, I grabbed some local sweets and condiments for Nandini. That night I just couldn’t sleep.
Finally, the bitch who called me ‘bastard’ was going to get a piece of my 8-inch chocolate cock. Big Nick and Mister Arsehole were ready to get to work.
It’s a journey of four grueling hours from Mumbai to Lonavala. I booked an Uber and set out at 6AM itself. I had asked Maya if she wanted to accompany me, but she had other plans. Normally, when I wasn’t at home for a few days, Maya used to call someone from her former workplace to be with her.
And that someone always had to be a male person. Well, what my mom does in her spare time is her business. We were a mother-son who understood each other’s needs very well. Maya is a sex demon in bed and open to all kinds of relationships. Well, that’s a story for some other time.
As it was a weekday, once we made our way out of the city, it was an empty highway leading towards Lonavala. Suresh, the Uber taxi driver, was a friendly chap, and we spoke about many things.
Around 10.30AM, Suresh pulled his taxi into a lavish compound. There was greenery all around. As the farmhouse was outside Lonavala city, there was a peaceful serenity in the air. Only a few birds chirped here and there. The road leading to Nandini’s farmhouse was up and down, and the taxi jerked a lot.
Suresh parked the car in front of the house. The front door was open, and Nandini rushed out to greet me. What I saw and even Suresh’s eyes couldn’t believe was the kind of clothes Nandini was wearing.
Her tight red top could hardly contain her huge white breasts. The upper part of her pink bra was visible. She had a white short under the top, which exposed her milky legs and upper thighs. She hugged me crushing her boobs on my chest. The feeling was surreal. I felt a slight twitch near my crotch.
“Sir, she’s hot! Who is she?”
Suresh asked me while I paid him the taxi fare. I told him that she’s my aunty and his eyes rolled in disbelief.
“Please don’t mind Nikhil, sir, but is she available?”
“Available? You idiot, she’s married to a wealthy man. She won’t even look towards a piece of shit like you.”
Suresh gave me an angry look. Maybe I shouldn’t have called him a piece of shit.
“Listen, brother. What I meant was you don’t fit anywhere near what that kind of woman wants. If I angered you, I apologize.”
“Oh no, Sir, I know I’m a lowlife. Also, when I asked about her availability, I didn’t want her for my whole life. Just one night between those milky white legs will do.”
“Oh! I don’t think she’s gonna allow anybody near that love pot of hers. It’s sacred, and I’m sure my uncle takes care of it more than you or I know about.”
“That’s too bad, sir.”
“Hey, listen, Suresh. You’re a good fellow. I might need a ride home next week. Can I have your phone number?”
Suresh gave me his mobile number and told me to call anytime. He was a local with his family living in Lonavala city. He, too, was going to be with them for a week. He got into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
“Nikhil, sir. I hope you have an enjoyable week ahead.”
Suresh winked at me and drove off.
How could I tell him that I had indeed planned to have one hell of a week?
I picked up my travel bag and carried it into Nandini’s house. I had been there earlier too, so I was familiar with the surroundings inside the house. What had really taken me by surprise was how slutty Nandini looked.
I made myself comfortable on the brown couch while Nandini fetched me a glass of water from the kitchen.
“What was all that going on with the taxi driver?”
“Nothing, aunty.”
Nandini sat on the couch, waiting for me to tell more about the driver.
“Oh! You want to know more?”
“Yes.”
I drank the water and kept the glass on the coffee table nearby, and continued.
“Are you available?”
“Available for what, Nikhil?”
“That’s what the driver was asking.”
“I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?”
“You know what, aunty, I’ll go to my usual room and get changed into something more comfortable.”
I completely ignored Nandini’s question and moved to my room in the basement. Nandini was left confused by my behavior. I changed myself into a sports vest and shorts. I looked in the mirror and admired myself. The gym membership had paid off as I had developed a chiseled body.
A six-pack to go along with toned biceps, this had to get Nandini’s attention. I walked upstairs and went straight to the kitchen. Nandini was preparing some special lunch for me. But that was not what got my attention first.
Her white shorts had moved a bit downwards, and the waistline of her pink panties was visible. Her red top hugged her body tightly, and one could make out what kind of bra she was wearing just by looking at the shape. Surely her lingerie was lace.
“God damn!”
“Uh! Oh, it’s you. I thought you would get yourself some rest after that tiresome journey.”
I was almost caught by Nandini while looking at her bubble butt.
“No, aunty. Rest comes later. I hope you don’t mind your favorite nephew giving you company in the kitchen. What’s cooking?”
“Nikhil, I’m preparing your favorite Butter Chicken. I have made some rotis and rice all ready to go with it.”
“Butter chicken would be so good. Especially the thigh pieces.”
I had moved next to Nandini and was standing in a position through which I could admire her side pose. Unknowingly, looking at her milky thighs, I uttered about the thigh pieces.
“Thighs, huh. Yeah, the most tender pieces you will find in the gravy. Of course, there are breasts too.”
As soon as I heard breasts, my eyes moved from her thighs to her big boobs. From the side, they looked like huge mangoes.
“Nikhil, what happened, dear?”
“Uh. Nothing, aunty. If you don’t mind, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, my dear.”
“Do you always dress like this while at home, or is there something special today?”
Nandini heard the question but didn’t answer. She kept stirring the gravy inside the cooking pot. Then she added the boneless chicken pieces, stirred it some more, turned the flame low, and turned towards me.
“Is there something wrong with what I’m wearing, Nikhil? It’s summertime, and it gets all sweaty and sticky here in the Lonavala weather.”
“Oh, okay, aunty. You look gorgeous, by the way.”
“Thank you, dear. Can you get the two cans of beer inside the fridge? While the chicken cooks, let’s go sit outside.”
Nandini knew Heineken was my favorite, and she had gotten the same. I picked the two beer cans from the fridge and followed her to the hall. The way her arse jiggled while she walked, I was sure to get a boner.
We both sat on the couch. I opened the can and gave it to her. Then I opened mine, and we continued our talks. Nandini asked me about my job. I asked her about Navin. Later on, she thanked me for making myself available at the last minute.
“So, tell me, Nikhil. Do my clothes bother you?”
Why is she asking me about what she’s wearing? I took a sip from the can and placed it on the coffee table.
“No. Not at all. It’s just that when you’re at our place, you never wear these clothes.”
“It’s because of your momma. She feels that I’m exposing myself a lot. And the men will ogle at me when we would go outside.”
“Would you wear something like this outside too?”
“I would. But this is India. We, women, are expected to behave and conduct ourselves in a certain manner in society.”
“Yeah. That’s also correct.”
“Besides, you should be used to these types of clothes.”
“Not at all, aunty. I mean, who’s gonna wear something like this?”
“Your momma, I guess.”
“Maya… sorry. Mom doesn’t wear these clothes. In the city, the men would eat her alive.”
“Is that so? I guess you have stopped calling her mom now. Straight to Maya now, huh.”
There was an eerie silence now between us. I couldn’t understand where this conversation was going. More importantly, the word ‘bastard’ kept ringing in my mind now.
“Did I ask something that I shouldn’t have, Nikhil?”
“No. It’s not that. The last time we went into such details, it didn’t end well for anyone.”
“It’s already 2PM now. Why don’t we have lunch, and then we can continue talking?”
I never wanted to talk to Nandini about anything that had to do with Maya’s and my incestuous relationship. It was something between Maya and me. This slut of an aunt never had any right to ask me anything.
I helped Nandini set the plates on the dining table. She served me a bowl of Butter Chicken with two rotis and some steamed rice. She told me not to be shy and ask for anything that I wanted to eat. Apart from the lunch, the next best thing to eat would have been Nandini’s cunt.
We finished our lunch. I helped her wash the utensils and dry them. It was 4PM by then.
“Aunty, why don’t you go and get some rest? After this delicious lunch, you must be needing a nap.”
“I’m glad you liked your aunt’s cooking. Thank you, dear. I don’t think I’ll take a nap now. It’s already 4PM. If I sleep now, I’ll stay awake all night.”
My plan was to keep Nandini awake all night and fuck her in every possible position. A slut like her never really deserves to sleep. She’s a God-made fuck machine and should be fucked till her body breaks into two.
“Okay then. Why don’t we continue our earlier conversation? You seemed quite interested to know about the clothes my mom wears while at home.”
We once again sat on the couch.
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