05-10-2025, 10:46 AM
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(04-10-2025, 08:14 PM)telugu8in Wrote: Bro story Telugu lo rayadam kashtam ga vundi, English lo ok ante story start chesta with below plot.
Introduction and Background
Ravi’s Return Home After Six Long Years
Ravi had just turned 18 and started his engineering college in a small, dusty town close to his village. After six full years away in the noisy city for college, he finally came back to his aunt Peddamma’s simple mud and thatch house every weekend on the old rattling bus. Those city years changed him from a carefree village boy into a young man with confusing new feelings stirring inside. But the pull of home was too strong, especially since college was near enough for quick visits. Now, stepping off that bumpy bus, covered in road dust and feeling the hot sun, his heart raced with mixed joy and something hotter he couldn’t name.
Peddamma: The Pure Village Woman with a Body Made for Hard Work
Peddamma, his mother’s older sister, was 42 now, the perfect image of a hardworking village lady shaped by farm life, raising kids, and simple days. Her huge 38D boobs hung heavy and full like two overfilled water pots, sagging a little from all the milk they once gave, with wide dark brown areolas as big as small plates and thick nipples sticking out like fat thumbs. They always moved free under her thin, sweat-soaked cotton blouse—no bra, just the old village way where women keep bodies natural and comfy. Her hips spread wide in that motherly curve, holding up strong thick thighs dotted with dimples from cellulite and labor, rubbing soft together when she walked in her long skirt. Down below, her pussy mound was a soft full hill covered in a thick untamed bush of coarse black hair, framing her plump dark outer labia lips that sometimes peeked a hint when her skirt rode up during chores. Everything bare underneath, no panties, because in this pure village life, bodies stayed free like the wind in the fields. She moved with easy grace, her sweat carrying a faint earthy musk that mixed with jasmine oil, making her smell like home and hidden heat.
Peddananna: The Tough Farmer and Father Figure
Peddamma was married to Peddananna, a sturdy 48-year-old farmer with a big solid chest covered in rough hair, hands rough as tree bark from plowing fields, and a straight thick 6-inch dick with bulging veins like a plow handle. He treated Ravi like his own son, always sharing a smoke from his beedi or a story about the rains while working side by side. In the fields from sunrise to sunset, his strong body bent over crops, sweat pouring down his back, building that quiet bond with Ravi like old times.
Childhood Memories That Stir New Urges
Back when Ravi was a little boy, his bond with Peddamma was deep and unbreakable. She held him close to her chest, letting his small mouth suck on her warm leaking nipples to drink her sweet thick milk straight from those swollen 38D boobs—it tasted like warm jaggery water mixed with her body’s natural sweetness. Every night, he curled up tight against her soft round belly, her gentle hand patting his back to the chirps of crickets and distant owl calls, falling asleep in total peace. Now as a grown man, those memories hit hard, clashing with wild new urges. The moment he stepped off the bus for his first weekend, the sight of her running out—sari upper cloth slipping to show the deep sweaty valley between her massive boobs—made his 7-inch dick twitch right away. That thick shaft, wide as his wrist at the base with a big purple mushroom-shaped head flaring angry, pushed hard against his loose lungi cloth. A sticky drop of pre-cum leaked from the slit, soaking into the cotton like a dirty secret, his balls tightening with forbidden heat.
The Simple Home and Family Life
Their home was nothing fancy: one main room with old woven reed mats for everyone to sleep on together, an open kitchen smelling of burning wood and strong spices like turmeric and chili, a small backyard well for morning baths, and endless green fields right behind where Peddananna worked all day. First meetings burst with happy tears, tight hugs, and loud laughs. Peddamma pulled him into her big soft body, those heavy 38D boobs squishing warm and flat against his chest as she whispered through sobs, “Oh Ravi, my little golden boy, how you’ve grown so tall and strong, come back to me after all these days away.” She had no idea how her skin smelled of jasmine mixed with honest sweat, or how the faint musky scent from under her arms made his balls ache with shame. Peddananna slapped his back with a callused hand, grinning wide, “Welcome home, son, now you can help me in the fields like old times,” while pouring small clay cups of fresh palm toddy that burned going down and loosened tongues for village gossip.
The First Sparks of Forbidden Heat
For Ravi, the simple joy mixed with sharp confusion. Every time Peddamma bent to serve hot rice, her blouse gaped open, flashing the creamy fold under her boob or the dark edge of an areola, and his dick betrayed him—swelling to a full throbbing 7 inches, straining the lungi like it wanted to burst free, veined length pulsing with his heartbeat while more pre-cum oozed in slow sticky beads. In those early days, he fought hard against it, mind full of reluctance and heavy guilt. He sneaked to the dark outhouse at odd times, wrapping his fist around that thick leaking shaft, pumping fast and angry till orgasm hit, shooting long ropes of thick white sperm onto the dirt floor in shuddering bursts. All the while, he muttered sorry words in his head to her smiling face—“Peddamma, I’m doing something so wrong, but this fire inside won’t go out, please forgive your bad boy.” Even as cum dripped from his fingers, a small curious hunger grew, drawn to her real untouched village beauty: the way her thick ass cheeks clapped soft with each step carrying water from the well, or how her long skirt stuck to damp thighs after mud work, outlining the full shape of her plump pussy lips through the wet cloth.
Peddamma’s Pure Heart and Family Closeness
Peddamma, with her heart pure as river water, still saw him only as her “little one.” Her thoughts were all about fattening him with homemade curries, washing his city-dirt clothes clean, and rocking him to sleep in her lap like when he was small—never suspecting the hot lust burning in his young eyes every time she moved close. Peddananna noticed nothing odd, just happy for extra hands, pulling Ravi into family ways: quick rinses together at the well after muddy days, water splashing everywhere and clothes pulled off without shame; evening rubs with warm coconut oil to loosen sore muscles, hands moving free over backs and legs; bodies half-naked in the village heat because that’s how life flowed here—simple, without hiding. No big secrets, just natural closeness that made Ravi’s dick stir more, his 7-inch shaft leaking pre-cum at the sight of her thick thighs glistening wet or her heavy boobs swaying free during oil rubs.
Building Slow Pressure Like a Pot on Low Fire
This starting point built a slow simmering pressure, like a clay pot heating over low fire. Ravi’s early shame about his dick’s wild reactions during hugs turned bit by bit across weekends—from quick guilty handjobs leaving him empty and crying soft tears of regret, to longer drawn-out fantasies where he pictured himself on knees like a hungry calf, lapping at her now-dry but still thick nipples with his tongue until she moaned in surprise. All while keeping up the act of the good respectful nephew who just wanted to help around the house. Village days lined up perfect for this tension: weekends packed with jobs like chopping wood or cooking big meals, the coming Dasara festival with colors and dances bringing people close in crowds, heavy monsoon rains forcing everyone inside sharing space and warmth, peeling away layers of old innocence slowly.
Ravi’s Inner Fight and Slow Shift
As the story moved through episodes, Ravi’s inner fight changed step by step. The first three weekends pulled him under with strong reluctance—his orgasms full of self-hate, fist pumping his thick 7-inch dick till sperm shot out in hot messy ropes, but feeding a stronger pull he couldn’t shake. From the fourth weekend, guilt faded fast like mist in morning sun, turning into brave enjoyment of chances her loving blindness gave: secret peeks at her curves, soft touches feeling like accidents, thrills making his big 7-inch dick roar hard for another messy release of hot sperm. Everything stayed real and grounded in village ways—no big jumps or fake drama, just natural steps from close spaces they shared, her endless motherly caring, and his smart ways of talking himself into taking more. It built a web of desire where family love mixed with something hotter and more animal-like, his mushroom head flaring purple as pre-cum dripped, but never breaking the strong ties of respect or the honest flow of daily life. Her plump pussy mound and sagging 38D boobs became his secret obsession, the thick bush and dark labia lips haunting his wet dreams, while Peddananna’s easy presence kept it all feeling like just another village day.
I don't care about language actually
English lo ayina simple English lo rayandi
E thread lo share chesina ideas okkokkati implement cheyyandi story form lo
Tinglish lo rayandi
Like-
Bath - snanam
Fields - polam
Bed - mancham
English antey - pure English ayipothundhi
Tinglish antey - telugu + english avthundhi
Telugu - typing chala kastam avthundhi
So, na suggestion - telugu words ni English keypad lo type chesi post chesi saripothundhi - easy ga artham avthundhi
Example - ila
Bath - snanam
Fields - polam
Bed - mancham
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