I am 24 years old, and like most guys my age, I have normal desires. Last month our entire family went to my grandparents’ big old house in the village for a weekend gathering. The house is huge with many rooms, corridors, and some parts that are rarely used.
My father’s sister was also there. She is 38 but looks much younger and is really hot in that simple village way — fair skin, long thick hair, big soft breasts, and wide hips that sway when she walks. She had been living in the village after her divorce and was not very modern. She wore simple sarees and nighties and did not know much about city-style romance or sex.
On the second night, heavy rain caused a long power cut. The house became dark and quiet. Everyone went to sleep early. I was restless and went to the big balcony. She was already standing there in a thin cotton nightie. We started talking in low voices. The rain was pouring hard, making everything feel private.
She told me how lonely she had been feeling. I gathered courage and admitted that I found her very attractive. She got shy but did not stop me when I touched her hand. Soon we were kissing softly. Her body was warm and trembling. My hands moved to her breasts, and she let out a small moan.
But we both knew it was risky out there. Anyone could wake up and come to the balcony. “Come with me,” I whispered. I took her hand and led her through the dark corridors to an old, unused room at the back of the house. It was a small secret storage room that I had discovered as a kid. It had an old mattress, some blankets, and a heavy wooden door that locked from the inside. No one ever came there.
As soon as I locked the door, the real heat started. I pulled her close and kissed her again. She was breathing fast. I removed her nightie slowly. Her naked body looked beautiful in the light of the single candle I had brought — full, heavy breasts with dark nipples, soft belly, and thick thighs. She tried to cover herself with her hands at first, feeling shy.
I laid her down gently on the old mattress. She seemed most comfortable with simple things. When I tried to go down on her, she looked confused and pulled me up. “Just come on top,” she whispered.
She clearly preferred a missionary position. I got on top of her, kissing her neck and breasts. She moaned softly when I sucked her nipples. My cock was rock hard. I rubbed it against her wet pussy and slowly pushed inside. She was tight and warm. She gasped and held my shoulders tightly as I entered her. We started moving together in missionary. The feeling was amazing.
Her big soft breasts pressed against my chest with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper. “This feels so good,” she whispered in my ear. Even though she did not know many positions, her body responded with real passion. I fucked her steadily, watching her face twist in pleasure. She came first, her pussy squeezing me hard as she trembled underneath me.
I kept going, enjoying how wet she had become. After some time, I tried to move her on top, but she felt awkward and shy. She said she liked it better when I was on top. So I stayed in missionary, thrusting deeper and harder. The old mattress creaked under us. The forbidden feeling of fucking my own father’s sister in this secret room made everything ten times more intense.
She was not comfortable with oral sex at all. When I asked her to take me in her mouth, she looked confused and a bit weirded out. She tried for a few seconds, licking the tip awkwardly, but then shook her head and pulled me back on top of her. “I like this way only,” she said softly. I did not force anything. We stayed with what felt good for her. I fucked her again in missionary, this time slower and deeper.
She started breathing heavily and moaning louder. I played with her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. Her body arched up to meet my thrusts. She came a second time, her nails digging into my back. The pleasure was crazy. I could not hold back anymore and filled her pussy with my cum while she held me tightly. We rested for some time, lying naked together. The rain continued outside.
After a while, my cock got hard again. She smiled shyly when she felt it against her thigh. We did it once more in the same position she liked. This time I lasted longer, fucking her with steady, deep strokes. She was getting more comfortable and started moving her hips with me. Her moans became sweeter and more urgent. Even though she did not know much about different styles or techniques, the sex felt incredibly raw and real.
The way her soft village body responded, the way her big breasts bounced under me, and the tight grip of her pussy made me lose control. We stayed locked together for a long time, kissing and fucking in that secret room. At one point,t I tried to take her from behind, but she felt too shy and uncomfortable in that position.
She gently asked me to come back to missionary. I respected her and went back on top. Feeling her legs wrapped around me while I thrust deep inside her was perfect. I came inside her again, and she had another strong orgasm at the same time.
We spent almost the whole night in that hidden room. We talked in between, touched each other, and fucked several times, always in the simple way she preferred. Even though she was weird about blowjobs and other positions, the passion between us was real and intense.
The forbidden nature of sleeping with my father’s sister made the whole experience feel crazy and addictive. When the rain slowed and morning was approaching,
we quietly dressed and slipped back to our rooms. No one in the family knew anything. Since that night, whenever I remember how I fucked my aunt again and again in that secret room, my cock gets hard instantly.
She may not know much about sex, but what we shared felt more real and pleasurable than anything I had experienced before. That one wild night completely changed me. The memory of her soft body under me, her quiet moans, and the intense orgasms we shared in that hidden part of the old house still drives me crazy.
