Incest Story of my sweet innocent didi

[Punjabi_prince90]

Update 20 - A drunk night

Corona virus was still out there. We were still locked in our homes. Many people were upset with this but not me. I had two beauties around me; nav didi and harpreet aunty. With didi, things were going slow but there everything was on track. Till now, I have tasted her mouth, sucked her breasts, fingered her pussy, and tasted it as well, licked and smooched her feet, and received blowjobs twice from her. Nav didi was enjoying too, but the talks of her marriage has caused some trouble. Didi was not happy with this match. I tried to show the positive side which had some impact, but didi was still upset. She will understand, I told myself. I was acting like a perfect lover. I brought her pizza and icecream, and we watched movies together on my laptop. I am sure I will be between her legs soon enough.


But I was struggling with my sweet MILF. Like the old days, I was touching her fat, wide, typical punjabi ass whenever I got the chance but it was not working. Does she even notice? I wondered. Or she was just acting like nothing was happening? Is she to naive to understand. I was going crazy for my best friend’s mother. With age, boobs usually go saggy but that was not the case with punjabi aunties. Harpreet aunty ate ghee, and meat, and she loved sweets. That has caused fat on her body which only made her sexy. Her busty boobs were filled with flesh and medium-sized belly and curves were perfect. Same was the case for her meaty chittuds. Nav didi had a bubble butt, but harpreet aunty had a wide, fat ass. I wonder how much her asscheeks needs to spread to see her tight asshole, I thought every time I saw her walking. 

I needed harpreet aunty. I need this sweet MILF. I need to fuck her, especially in doggy style. The thought of harpreet aunty moaning made me go shiver. How does orthodox and godly mothers like her look while being pounded? I need to know. The only way was her husband and I had got a plan. 

Harpreet aunty’s husband did not speak much but he had his own secrets. I have heard he speaks when he drinks. Nav didi’s father, my taya g, was friends with harpreet aunty’s husband. They drink every other night on the terrace and it was the time to join them. 

It was nine on the clock. I went upstairs and saw harpreet aunty working in the kitchen. Her back was towards me. Oh that ass, I my dick over my pajama. I want to finger and fuck it so hard. Should I grab it from behind? Should I go and just grope her from behind like I used to do with nav didi? May be no. Then aunty turned and saw me. 

“Oh aman, when did you came?” Harpreet aunty said looking for her dupatta.

Her boobs are busty. “Just going up” I smiled. 

“don’t let your uncle and taya drink out of the limit” she covered her breasts with the dupatta but I was sure she caught me staring at them.

She knows! She know everything. She know I lust over her. She know this from old days, I kept on thinking as I moved up to the terrace.

“Come come my sher… you finally decided to come” my taya smiled as he saw me coming. (sher means lion) Oh fuck! Both of the were sitting on chairs and a table was placed between them. A bottle of whiskey, water, ice, soda, glasses, and chicken tandoori was on the table.  “I have been calling him to join us here for a long time” Taya g said pouring whiskey in my glass.

Oh taya, I have been here before. Your daughter brought me here and sucked my dick at this very place. “I was busy with study and stuff”.

Taya laughed. “Oh leave studies. No one study in our family” he took a sip and said “tell me are you enjoying your life here?”.

“Yes of course” your daughter is my biggest enjoyment.

“Baldev” He turned towards harpreet’s husband who was sitting across the table. “Look at my boy! All grown up with muscles and chest like a rock”.

Yes, all grown up taya g. Ready to impregnate your daughter.

Baldev, sitting there with a glass in his hand, said “I remember, he and my sunny used to play together all the time”.

Then started the drinking. They were already half bottle down when I started. Few pegs more and bottle was finished. Alcohol started getting on my head but both of them were drunk by now. Nav didi’s father was continously talking and laughing, so was harpreet aunty’s husband. That was what I needed.

“How many girls have you tasted till now aman?” Taya asked me.

Few, including your daughter, I wanted to say. “Hmmmm… two”.

Both of them burst into laughter. “At your age, I had tasted half of my village’s pussies” boosted Baldev, harpreet aunty’s husband.

Yes, yes, speak! I want you to speak. 

“Same here!” boosted taya.

Oh taya, I don’t believe you. Your own wife has been fucking my father, her devar, since her marriage to you, and even gave birth to his child. You are clueless. 

“There is bottle in my room! Bring it aman” Baldev said.

I went down. I was okay. Harpreet aunty was laying on her bed, watching TV. “Yes aman?” she said.

“Uncle has asked me to bring a bottle” 

“Oh these men! Their thrust of whiskey won’t end ever” Harpreet aunty got up. Her feet, her motherly hands, her heavy boobs, and meaty chittud, there are so good, I thought as she looked for the bottle. She bent down to check in the bottom area of table, and I got the view like no other. Her fat ass. Should I touch? Should I slap her butt? My brain was already dizzy from alcohol. All I wanted was to bury my head in her fat desi ass and smell her anal. But I couldn’t. She gave the bottle and with her sweet smile, she said “Don’t let them drink all”.

Bottle opened and we drinking started again. Half bottle down and Taya g passed out. He was sleeping on the chair. Me and Harpreet aunty’s husband were left and he was totally drunk at this moment. Now, it is the time to play the game.

“Uncle, I was wondering if I can ask you one question?” I said pouring alcohol in her glass. His peg bigger and mine lighter. 

“Go on Go on” 

“How is sex life at you age?” I asked. “I mean, I always though sex life is finished by fifty”.

“Not mine” Baldev smirked, took a sip of his peg, and said “I do it twice a week”.

No, If he is fucking harpreet aunty twice a week, then my chance of tasting harpreet aunty are zero. “Oh that’s good. Harpreet aunty would be happy”.

He laughed. “Not with harpreet. She is old”.

“What do you mean?”

Baldev finished his peg, took a bite of chicken, and said “I prefer young! I like them raw. Harpreet is old and fat and she is too desi”.

“But she still looks good,” I took a sip of my peg and said softly “and she is healthy”.

“Young boys have eyes on older women” Baldev pour more alcohol in his glass. “I can understand. I, too, was attracted to older women when I was young but now, I prefer young and wild”.

I wanted to talk about harpreet aunty. “But i think harpreet aunty still looks good. She is healthy and her body”. Is stopped. Don’t cross the limit, I told myself.

Baldev laughed. “Yes she has a healthy body. You should see her without clothes”.

“I want to”. He is totality drunk. He does not know what he is saying. 

For a second, he looked surprised. Did I say too much?

Then he burst into laughter. “But you won’t”.

“But why?” I was drunk too.

“Harpreet is a cow. She is an orthodox, godly woman. Family, husband, duty… this is life for her. She can’t even think of opening her salwar infront of any man except me”

“When did she last open her salwar for you?”

“She wants to open it every night” he chuckled “But I am not interested at all.”.

Wants to open it every night? Now this is confusing. “I don’t understand” I said. “First you say she is a cow and now you say she wants to open her salwar every night”.

Baldev gave a wicked smile. He pour more whiskey. His eyes were describing how much drunk he was at this moment. “You boys do not know anything about women” He took a sip and continued “You can just watch porn and fap but today’s generation will never understand what a woman wants”.

“Harpeet is a cow, yes she is. She prays two times a day, take care of the house, and her children. She cooks food and clean and do everything that is expected from a woman. Harpreet always did all her duties as wife, mother, and daughter-in-law”. He took another sip. “But she is, after all, a woman, and she needs her payment during from me, from her husband”.

“Payment?” I said softly while sipping.

“A HARD FUCK” he smiled and finished his peg. 

Hapreet aunty wants hard fuck every night? That though gave a shiver to my entire body. “I can’t believe”.

Baldev pour yet more alcohol. “I can understand. She doesn’t look like that. Harpreet is just too much sweet and orthodox… but she is a woman and owns pussy”.

“It is actually my mistake. When we got married thirty years ago, I want to much energetic and had no control over my dick. Your harpreet aunty was totally inexperience at that time. She never even went out of her village before marriage. Knew nothing about sex. I spoilt her” Baldev laugher and finished his peg. “I would fuck her every night, even during days. I would her hard all night. I would keep her naked all night, nangi. Even during cold winter nights. Those were the days”. He leaned back drunk. “Oh those were the days. I was so good and you harpreet aunty was so happy then”.

“Is she not happy now?”. Yes tell me. I will keep her happy.

“No” he replied. “She wants me to fuck her like I used to do back in the days. But I can’t. She does not excite me anymore. My dick won’t work with her”.

“You don’t fear if she started an affair with any other man?”. I pour him more whiskey.

Baldev laughed again. “Affair and Harpreet? Not a chance. She can’t even think of another man”. He took a sip and said “My wife a cow. Pendu! She is a godly woman. Can’t even think of opening her salwar for another man”. (pendu means villager)

“But what if some other man opens her salwar?” I asked softly with a smile. “FORCEFULLY” I added.

“Who has the courage to force my sweet wife?” Baldev said. 

He is drunk. So am I!  “Me”. 

For a moment, Baldev stopped sipping his drink. His eyes wide, he was looking shocked. Did I cross the limit? Then he burst into laughter. “Harpreet thinks you as a son and you want to forcefully remove her salwar?”.

He has no idea what we are talking about. “Yes, I want to remove her salwar and kameez, and suck her boobs and her choot and especially her fat ass ahhhhhh” alcohol finally became heavy on me. “I want to sniff her mommy ass and then fuck her pussy hard… very hard”. I had no idea what I was saying.

“She won’t let you. But even if she did, you won’t be able to satisfy her”.

“WHY?”

“She is a cow, yes, But not in bed…” Baldev smiled, finished his peg, and said “Harpreet is a tigress in a bed. She requires at least twenty minutes of continuous fucking to finish”. He pour more alcohol, finishing the bottle. “Your aunty loves to lay on bed and spread her legs. Twenty minutes at least. And she loves doggy style as well. Harpreet is fire even at the age of fifty. If she is very horny, she will come on top of you and ride all night… She is a tigress and boys like you are nothing for him”.

I could just imagine my sweet harpreet aunty turning tigress in the bed. “Please guide me how to take her to bed”.

“I don’t know but she won’t let you. Not until you make her do” Baldev grinned. “It would be good bhenchod… I would be free from her continuous demands of a dick”.

He was losing it and so was I. “Uncle please—”.

Suddenly, Nav didi’s father, who passed out on the chair, groaned. He was saying something which we couldn’t understand. 

“Look at this fudu” Baldev said “I used to fuck his wife back in the days and he never ever got a hint”.

Oh fuck! I was stunned. Tayi g, nav didi’s mother, opened her legs for him too? I could not believe. “Tell me more”.

Baldev smiled. “His wife is fire too, and a tigress as well. But unlike Harpreet, she let other men taste her choot”.

Don’t worry, I will taste your MILF wife’s choot. But taya g! After my father, you fucked your best friend’s husband as well? Before I could say anything, Baldev passed out on the chair as well.

I was sitting alone and I was completely drunk. Fucking losers, I thought looking at nav didi’s father and harpreet aunty’s husband. Trembling, I got up. My eyes were dizzy. “You fucking loser” I said pointing my finger at harpreet aunty’s husband. “You wife is chubby, and thick and meaty… you FUDU…” I was yelling now. “Harpreet aunty always served you as a faithful and dutiful wife and YOU CAN’T GIVE HIM THE DICK THAT SHE DESERVES”. I stepped away and turned “Don’t worry… I will give sweet harpreet aunty what she wants”.

Moving down the stairs was tough. I was too much drunk. I was only think about harpreet aunty. Oh my sweet mommy, I thought and stopped. The way she calls me “aman beta” is so sweet. Just imagine how would it feel, when she is on the bed, without clothes and her meaty thighs wide open and my dick going inside and out in her choot… and she moaning, saying “fuck me aman beta… fuck me hard”. My body shivered from head to toe. I stopped in the middle of the stairs. Harpreet mommy.

“Harpreet is a cow outside the bed and a tigress inside the bed” I said to myself. “I can satisfy this tigress… yes I can”. I pressed my dick over the pajama and moved down. 

I again stopped. There were two ways to go. One was down the stairs which would take me to the ground floor and another would take me to harpreet aunty. Her husband is up and she is there… alone. 

“Go to her… she needs you. She wants you” 

“I can’t force myself on her”

“Yes, you can”

“I can’t bang my best friend’s mother. She thinks me of a son”

“You don’t need to bang her. You just need to bring the inner tigress out”

“You can You can… Harpreet mommy has bigger boobs than nav didi… a more thick and meaty ass than nav didi”

“No I can’t… I will get in trouble”.

“If you can suck your sister’s pussy, then you can definitley give a shot to this pyaasi MILF”.

“What if she told anyone?”

“She won’t tell. Aunty is almost fifty and she is craving for a dick. She would love a young dick before she gets old”

Alcohol was not for me. These voices in my head were the proof. But the voices were correct. The tigress inside the sweet, pendu, desi, punjaban harpreet aunty is caged… I need to open the cage. I closed my eyes, gave it a thought, and moved towards harpreet aunty’s place…