Incest Story of my sweet innocent didi

[Punjabi_prince90]

Update 17 - My second love

I feel like my mission of seducing nav didi is almost complete, I thought as I stood on terrace where nav didi sucked my dick last night. Sun was shinning and I was thinking this is real or it is just a dream. No, it is not a dream… it is reality. The girl I wanted since I was a kid, sucked my dick at this very place last night. But she still did not let me see her pussy, leave sex alone. Last night, after the blowjob, I went to didi’s room and tried to remove her salwar but, as usual, she didn’t let me. But I am not going to stop… I am going to fuck her… No force or blackmail was required now. But something else had happened this morning.

If you remember the very first update of this story, I had mentioned nav didi is the first love of my life and there is a second one too. Along with nav didi, there was one more punjaban who I loved and wanted to taste and fuck. Her name is Harpreet kaur, who happens to be the mother of my childhood best friend. 

I have known Harpreet aunty since I was a kid. She, her husband and kids used to be our neighbours and they had very good relation with my family, especially me because I was the classmate and best friend of Harpreet aunty’s son, Sunny. Me and sunny went to school together, played together, and even studied togather. Harpreet aunty used to make us study togather and from that time, I was like a son to Harpreet aunty. She was the sweetest person I ever knew. Aunty treated me like her son, and even cared and loved me more than her son Sunny because I was more disciplined and good in studies at that time. 

As I grew up, my intentions for nav didi changed. Same thing happened for harpreet aunty. It was not my fault… harpreet aunty was just too sexy. Harpreet aunty was a pure punjabi MILF. She was not a modern punjabi aunty, but a desi one. Aunty had two big beautiful boobs, and a round medium-sized tummy, trademark of punjabi aunties. Her ass was the best part of her body. It was round like a big football and it was huge. Whenever aunty used to walk, her ass would go up and down. And harpreet aunty’s face was totally homely. Her skin was slightly brown, and her smile was innocent. 

Overall, Harpreet aunty was a proper punjabi MILF with two big milk tankers, a punjabi trademark belly, and a huge round ass. She was a proper sardarni, an obedient homely woman who was the sweetest person in this world. 

Me and sunny would go to his house to study. Harpreet aunty would roam without her dupatta. I could never take my eyes away from her milk tankers. Both of them were beautiful… And her butt. I would watch her walking, watch her butt going up and down. All i could think was burying my face in my best friend’s mummy’s ass and smell every inch of that asshole. Every young boy wants and older MILF and there is no better MILFS in this world than punjab MILFS… Harpreet aunty was orthodox MILF who would sometimes cover her head with a dupatta like a sanskari punjabi wife, and would do prayers regularly. I just couldn’t stop thinking how this godly orthodox housewife would act on a bed with legs wide open and a dick going inside-out in her fat pussy.

Years passed and my obsession for my sister and best friend’s mother grew very fast. I started spying on nav didi and harpreet aunty. I found nav didi sitting with a boy on a bench during school time and that gave me the hint about didi… she is not as sweet and innocent as she pretends… But this did not go for harpreet aunty. I did everything I could to find a single hint. I spied on her, followed her, and twice I checked her mobile phone. I found nothing. She was totally clean. Her husband was a clean guy as well. Harpreet aunty and her family was actually a very simple and orthodox kind of family and I doubted I would ever find something dark about her. 

Nav didi went to Chandigarh and I was left heart-broken. I wanted to try on nav didi at that time but it was not possible because we were apart. But harpreet aunty was with me. My obsession with harpreet aunty increased day after day. I would see her coming to my home almost everyday. She would laugh with me, joke with me, praise me, and touch my hands, arms, shoulders, head, and face out of love. And I, on the same time, would think to grope her, throw her on the bed while tearing her salwar kameez, and then fuck her hard. Keep her hammering her fat pussy with her legs on my shoulder and thick curvy body laying on bed while she screamed and moaned. How would it feel to fuck this homely and godly mother of two who happens to be my best friend’s mother?, I would ask this to myself. 

I started touching harpreet aunty. I don’t know from where I got that courage… Whenever I got the chance, i would just press my hand on her ass. She would be talking and I would rub my hand over her ass. I did it almost every day. Harpreet aunty would not react. I had a gut feeling she knew what I was doing, but she never reacted. I wanted her to know but the problem was that I was not using much force. Then one day, Harpreet aunty reacted. This time I smashed my hand with force and acted like it was nothing happened. She looked at me suspiciously but did not say anything. After that, harpreet aunty decreased her daily visits to my house. I was afraid that might tell my parents but she did not. This was the time when I realised I can’t just touch aunty like this. Harpreet aunty knew what I was doing but she ignored me either because I was very young or she did not wanted to create a scene.  

And today, I got a call from my parents that harpreet aunty’s husband got transferred to Chandigarh and both of them will now rent taya g’s first floor. Harpreet aunty was coming to live in our house. Both the women that I loved and wanted to fuck will live in same house. If I can be successful with one of them, why can’t I be with another? But how? 

And finally harpreet aunty and her husband came to our house one day. Sunny was in Canada, so they were alone. 

“How are you beta” sweet harpreet aunty asked me as I touched her feet. 

Good and positive enough to try on you once again. “I am fine aunty… how are you?”.

“Good good beta” she replied and gave a motherly hug to me. Oh my god… I could feel her big breasts pressing on my chest. Then she stepped forwards to went meet nav didi and her mother. Nav didi’s father was talking with harpreet aunty’s husband and I was standing right adjacent to harpreet aunty who was sweetly joking with nav and her mother. Her butt has grown… I could see it. My MILF’s round and fat ass. I looked at both men who were busy talking. If I touched it a little, no one would notice, I thought. And I moved my hand, put it on harpreet aunty’s butt, and then pulled it back. Harpreet aunty, slowly, tilted her neck towards me my while she kept on talking with nav didi and her mother. She noticed, I thought and smiled like nothing happened. Harpreet aunty gave a plastic smile and kept on talking with them. This is how she is, always smiling and extremely positive towards life and it’s affairs. 

I helped harpreet aunty and her husband settling on the first floor. Meanwhile, I rubbed my hand twice on her butt again, like the old times, and just like those day, she did not reacted. Oh fuck… should I do this ot not? I can get in trouble… I was afraid to repeat what I used to do with her back in the days but she never complained. 

*****

That night, me and nav didi was kissing romantically. Tongue into tongue. “Didi I want to see your body… without clothes” I asked pressed her boobs.

“Not now aman… daddy is still not going to work” she replied. “And moreover, harpreet aunty and her husband is also in this house… I can’t risk… she thinks I am very cultured girl, not like those spoiled girls” Nav didi gave a wicked smile.

“You are best at fooling others didi” I kissed her, pressed her boobs, and lifted her kameez up to expose her belly.

“No! Not now” didi said and pulled down her kameez. “And how sweet is harpreet aunty” nav didi changed the topic.

“Yes she is very sweet” …and a sexy MILF too.

“I like her so much aman. She used to be so helpful and kind and sweet, still is”. Like me, nav didi also had very warm and close relation with harpreet aunty. “Every time she speaks, sugar comes out of her mouth”.

“What do you think about harpreet aunty’s personal life didi?” I asked after a pause. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… do you think harpreet aunty has some affair or lover… outside marriage?”

Nav didi laughed. “Have you gone nuts? That woman is a cow… solely dedicated to her husband and family. She prays like three times a day… Harpreet aunty is a perfect housewife”.

“So is your mother” I said instantly. “But she is fucking my father since her marriage”.

Nav didi was quite for a second and then said “There is a difference between my mummy and harpreet aunty… my mummy and daddy did not had that good marriage but harpreet aunty always had very good relation with her husband”.

“But that does not mean harpreet aunty could not have secret affairs”.

“Well, yes… but you know… in our town, if any woman had secret affairs, it would come out in ladies circle and I never, not even a single time, heard anything about harpreet aunty” nav didi told me. “And I told you aman… Harpreet aunty is a cow…” Yes, a cow with huge milk tankers and a fat ass… “But…” didi paused and said “I had some tea regarding her husband”.

“What is it?”

“I heard her husband had secret affairs and harpreet aunty used to be depressed by those affairs” Nav didi said. “I even heard mummy talking with some other aunty he do not touch harpreet aunty anymore”.

“And this was years ago when you used to live with us” I asked.

“Yes”

“So I don’t think he is touching harpreet aunty now when she is nearing 50”.

“Yes but it doesn’t matter. Godly and family dedicated women, usually, don’t look for dicks outside even when their husband don’t provide them” nav didi declared. 

But what if she wants a dick? What is craving for a pounding? I can provide her, my MILF, my best friend’s mommy… but how?