My Radha Aunty

 I, Vikram, found myself drawn into a whirlwind of desire and forbidden lust. At 32, I was a successful real estate agent, unmarried, and living a life of indulgence. My story revolves around a woman I affectionately call Radha Aunty, a 45-year-old beauty who lived next door to my cousin's place. Her husband, Ravi, and their 24-year-old son, Rohan, ran a prosperous hardware shop in the city, leaving Radha Aunty to her own devices during the day.

Radha Aunty was a vision of elegance, with her fair complexion, traditional South Indian features, and a figure that defied her age. She was a member of a close-knit group of women who were all beauty-conscious, and it showed in her well-maintained appearance. She usually wore sarees, but sometimes she would don churidars that accentuated her curves. Our houses were separated by a low compound wall, making it easy for me to visit her whenever I was in town.

Our friendship blossomed over WhatsApp, where she would send me daily "Good morning, beta" messages, complete with smileys and kisses. We exchanged forwards, shared laughter, and grew close over the months. I would visit her and my cousin whenever I was in Chennai, and Radha Aunty always welcomed me with open arms, treating me like family.

One day, after a few months of our daily chats, I found myself in Chennai, feeling under the weather. I had taken a leave from work and was enjoying a lazy morning in bed. Radha Aunty's "Good morning" message came in, but I couldn't reply immediately. When I finally did, she was upset that I hadn't responded sooner.

**Radha Aunty:** "Now you remembered me? I thought you had forgotten me."

**Me:** "Aunty, I remember you all the time. Sorry for the late reply. I woke up just now. I have a fever, so I took a leave."

**Radha Aunty:** "Oh, I'm sorry, beta. How are you feeling now? Have you had lunch? Go to the doctor."

**Me:** "I'm still feeling sick. I took some medicine. Hopefully, it will help. I'll prepare something for lunch."

**Radha Aunty:** "Okay, good. Take care, beta."

**Me:** "Thanks, Aunty. I will."

**Radha Aunty:** "I thought you had forgotten me, so you didn't text me back."

**Me:** "Come on, Aunty, how can I forget you? You're such a sweetheart. And my favorite aunty."

**Radha Aunty:** "Oh, that's so sweet of you, beta. Hehe."

**Me:** "You're welcome, Aunty." (followed by a kissing smiley)

I sent her a kissing smiley, and to my delight, she replied with one of her own. From that day forward, our messages were filled with kisses and hearts, and our bond deepened.

We started sharing naughty forwards, some mild and some explicit, and our conversations became more intimate. We began talking on the phone, and I found myself looking forward to her calls and messages all the time. She confessed that she was equally attached to me, and I could feel the chemistry between us growing stronger with each passing day.

In March, I had a wedding to attend in my hometown, and I took a week off from work. I informed Radha Aunty about my plans, and she was thrilled. She reminded me every day, eager to see me again. As the day of my arrival approached, I could feel the anticipation building.

I reached Chennai on a Saturday morning, and after spending some time with my family, I decided to surprise Radha Aunty. I took a quick bath, wore a white vest and black shorts, and headed to my cousin's place. I knew Radha Aunty would be thrilled to see me, and I couldn't wait to be in her presence.

I jumped over the compound wall and went to the front door of her house. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the clinking of utensils from the kitchen. I tiptoed inside and stood near the kitchen door. Radha Aunty was in her nightie, her back turned to me as she arranged the washed utensils. I couldn't help but admire her curves, the way her nightie clung to her body, accentuating her every move.

I stepped behind her, my breath hot on her neck. "Good morning, beautiful," I whispered, my voice laced with desire.

Radha Aunty jumped, a shriek escaping her lips. She turned around, her eyes wide with surprise, and then a smile spread across her face. She hugged me tightly, her body pressing against mine, and I could feel her heart racing.

"Oh god, you really startled me," she said, her voice breathless.

I laughed, my arms wrapped around her. "I'm sorry, Aunty. I couldn't wait to see you."

She pulled away, her cheeks flushed, and looked into my eyes. "It's okay, beta. I'm glad you're here."

I smiled, my gaze drifting to her lips. "Obviously, Aunty. I couldn't wait to see my beautiful, sweet aunty."

She blushed, her eyes flickering with desire. "What are you preparing?" I asked, my voice low and husky.

"I'm making your favorite, carrot halwa," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I stepped closer, my body pressing against hers. "But my favorite sweet isn't carrot halwa anymore," I said, my voice laced with seduction.

She looked at me, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "My favorite sweet is you, Aunty. You're the sweetest thing in my life."

She gasped, her body trembling with excitement. I pulled away, a smirk on my face, and she hit me playfully on the arm. "You're becoming very naughty, beta," she said, her voice laced with laughter.

I laughed, my eyes never leaving hers. "Come on, Aunty. Why change the routine? Hehe."

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, okay. You're right."

She came closer, her body pressing against mine, and she wished me good morning, her lips brushing against my cheek. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I knew she was as turned on as I was.

I pulled her closer, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned, her body melting into mine, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "Now it's my turn to wish you good morning, Aunty," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.

I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in another passionate kiss. She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I could feel her nipples hardening through her nightie. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her erect nipples, and she moaned, her body arching into my touch.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Beta," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We can't. It's wrong."

I smiled, my fingers tracing the curve of her breast. "Who cares about right or wrong, Aunty? We're adults, and we know what we want. And I want you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want to see you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to see your beautiful body, your gorgeous tits, your wet pussy."

She gasped, her eyes wide with lust, and I knew she was as turned on as I was. I pulled her nightie over her head, revealing her luscious body, and I moaned, my cock throbbing with desire. Her tits were full and firm, her nipples erect and begging to be sucked. I cupped them, my thumbs brushing against her erect nipples, and she moaned, her body arching into my touch.

I leaned down, my lips finding her nipples, and I sucked them, my tongue swirling around the erect buds. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I could feel her desire matching my own. I sucked her tits, my hands roaming over her body, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter with each passing second.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want to taste you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to taste your sweet pussy."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want to fuck you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel your wet pussy wrapped around my cock."

She gasped, her eyes wide with lust, and I knew she was as turned on as I was. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire matching my own. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, and I could feel my cock throbbing with desire.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, and I looked into her eyes. "I want you, Aunty," I said, my voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you, to taste you, to fuck you."

She moaned, her body pressing against mine, and I knew she was mine for the taking. I pulled