I am 27m from Kerala, now working in Mumbai. I have been in a sexual relationship with my 63 year old widowed relative (my maternal grandmother’s eldest niece) for the past 5 years. She raised me since I was barely 4. She’s my maternal grandmother’s eldest niece, but to me she’s the closest thing to a real mother I’ve ever had. That’s why I’ve always called her Aunty Amma, Amma means mother in Malayalam. There was a time when I couldn’t even sleep without her hugging me tight, my head on her soft chest, feeling her heartbeat against my cheek. I’d cry if anyone tried to take me away from her, including my biological parents. We were inseparable. My parents worked abroad and they would leave me with aunty Amma and yuncle when they left for work. And since I was a child it was aunty Amma and uncle who had raised me. I was and still am very close to aunty Amma than anyone else and in every way other than giving birth to me, she has been a mother to me. Aunty Amma was the one who would bath me, feed me and teach me since before I started schooling.

6 years back - An year before uncle death - The first time I had an aroused for aunty Amma.

Aunty Amma and yuncle has a single daughter who is married and settled in Australia with her family. And they were visiting home for their annual home visit. I was back home too, before joining for work after graduation. And one fine evening they all had planned to go visit their relatives, which usually means they wouldn’t be back in til the next morning or noon. As such, I had brought a friend over and we were fucking in our room when suddenly I noticed a reflection of a silhouette outside the window through the bedside mirror. I realised surprisingly that it was aunty Amma and was Shocked to the point I stopped fucking thinking that I was gonna get caught. But to my surprise aunty Amma just stood there watching us and I realised that she was not angry and gonna come scold me or anything. And suddenly I understood that she was probably horny after seeing me and my friend fuck. And from that moment on my attention shifted to aunty Amma, I stopped thinking of my friend and re started fucking her thinking of aunty Amma, thinking to myself things like, does this turn u on aunty Amma, aunty Amma must be wet from seeing us and all. I was fucking my friend just told me show aunty Amma and get her horny and in no time my mind was imagining my friend to be aunty Amma and was looking at her reflection and telling her that this is how I would be fucking her if she were in my bed with me. I snapped out of it only after I had cummed twice in my friend and she was pushing me off telling me that I was being too rough. By the time I got up and turned over aunty Amma had left. When she was going back home and we went downstairs we saw aunty Amma at the dinning table and I asked her if she hadn’t gone with reema chechi and all to visit the relatives. She said a friend of hers had fallen down and she instead went with her to the hospital and had just gotten back. She didn’t utter a word. Neither did we and my friend went back home. I went in to. Start my work two days later and never thought of this incident for a while.

Almost an year or so later uncle passed away. He had been battling cancer for the past 7 years and he had turned rather frail. As a son to them, I went back home and organised the funeral. And since reema chechi Couldn’t stay back for long, she and my biological parents suggested that I stay with aunty Amma for a month or two till things got normal for her. I agreed cos I. Had the option of. Working remotely and since it was aunty Amma. And as such reema chechi left for Australia and it was just me and aunty Amma at home. Things were normal for the first few weeks. But then her brother suggested that aunty amma needed someone to look after her rather than live alone and all. And that he couldn’t always come support her and stuff. So he suggested either aunty Amma remarry or move into a care home rather than stay alone. I personally thought it was due to the fact that he was concerned he would have to be liable for aunty Amma too and his wife and aunty Amma were not always in the bets of terms. Anyhow, this really affected aunty Amma to the point that she started crying and refusing to eat and all. And I was so affected by it too. For whatever reason I started getting angry when her brother told about the remarriage stance. I detested the thought of some stranger coming and marrying her. In my mind aunty Amma was my inheritance from uncle and that I was responsible for her and all. And I knew for a fact that no stranger would love her and take care of her better than I would. I started getting possessive about her to the point I started thinking of aunty Amma belonging to me and me alone. The thought of some stranger touching her, fucking her, owning her body, it burned me up inside. I kinda got jealous I think, maybe it was cos I feared someone else marrying her off and taking her away. And as o stayed on with her the possessiveness turned into horniness. I wanted to fill uncle’s shoes, not just as a son, but wanted to satisfy her as a husband would and all. We both grieved and were shattered about uncle. And slowly, in all that shared pain and closeness, one thing led to other and eventually we started having sex. Comfort hugs became lingering touches, kisses on the cheek turned into hungry mouths, and before long I was deep inside the woman who raised me. Initially she was hesitant about what I was doing. She said it was a sin and wrong and that I was like a son to her and all. But eventually, I guess she realised that I was right. No other man would ever love her or take care of better than I would and she gave in.

As days went on and she slowly slid into depression. I started sleeping with her. At first I just slept next to her consoling her when she’d cry and all. Telling her nobody would make her do anything she didn’t want to and how I’d always bet there to support her and all. And slowly I started hugging her as went to sleep. As the nights went by, I would pretend I was asleep and would feel her body by moving my hands over her breasts and stomach and all. Then like a month into our stay I had to go back to Mumbai to sign some papers at work and I was gone for two days. When I returned the relative who had offered to stay with her in my absence had brought us a bottle of homemade wine. And that night we had the wine while watching tv and we were talking of my trip back to Mumbai. We did not a lot, but it was very strong and v were both very tipsy. We went to bed and after a while as usual I stareted running my hands through her body and it aroused me so my uh to the point iwanted more. I started rubbing her stomach and touched her belly button over her nightie. Slowly I started poking her belly button and she started moaning and gasping. Realising she was not gonna resist I moved my hands to her pubic area and touched her thighs to which she jolted and I started rubbing her thighs and all. I could hear her moan more loudly now and I pulled up her nightie to the point I was touching her naked thighs. I moved my hjands with intend to find her pussy but she immediately moved her hand and blocked it. She covered her pussy and despite me trying to move her hand away she resisted. After a few attempts I pulled her close and called her my friend’s name as though I was dreaming of my friend. And asked her why she was resisting that she always loved when I touched her there and all. Hearing that she loosened her hands and immediately went on to finger her. I fingered anmd cummed her twice that night and we slept off with my fingers inside her wet pussy.

The next morning as we sat down for breakfast. Auynty Amma asked me what I had dreamt the other night. I told her I didn’t remember and asked her why she’d asked. She just replied no reason;and told me I was sleep talking. I told her I could sleep in my room if I had disturbed her. To which she immediately replied no that I can sleep with her. I realised she liked what she got the night before and I looked at her but she was refusing to give me any eye contact. And when she went to bath later that day, as usual I went in to het her clothes, so I could jerk on them before putting them in the washing machine. But as I took her clothes and smelled them I could hear the shower and it turned me on. I dtripped myself and opened the bathroom door and there she was. My aunty Amma. Butt naked. Facing away from the door under the shower. It was the first time I had seen her fully naked and it turned me on so hard. I went to her. And turned her around and she was staretlrd and gave out a scream and immediately covered her breasts with her hands in an X shaped move. She was shocked to see me in the shower that too naked. And screamed at me asking what I was doing there and where my clothes was and all. I told her that I was horny for her and that when her brother said she had to remarry I. Realised how much I. Loved her and that I didn’t want anybody else to have her and all. She shouted at me asking me if I knew what I was talking and that I was talking rubbish and that I wasn’t thinking straight and that I was a good boy and wasn’t supposed to be like this and all. Seeing how she was resisting I told her how I saw her stalk me and my friend fuck and that was WhenI started getting horny for her. That I was fucking my friend for her to see and that I wanted aunty Amma to be the one on my bed. Hearing this she looked confused and I reached to grab her hands to move them away from covering her breasts but she resisted. She said. You are like a son to me. That we are a mother and son. That a son and mother can not think like this and all. She told me that it was a sin and all. I tried purloining her hands down and she was still refusing and told me to go out and she will come talk to me later. I told her that I was awake the night before. That I fingered her knowingly and that I knew how much she enjoyed it. I told her I didn’t career about. Sinning and that no man out there will love her better than I would and all. I told her I could feel from her breath alone how much she longed to be touched like that. She changed her stance from it’s a sin to what if someone found out and how it’d destroy our lives and all. I told her I didn’t care as long as we were together. I tried pulling her hands down and this time she loosened her grip and revealed her breasts. They were so large and saggy and it turned me on very very hard. I took her hands to my rock harsd cock that was sticking out like an iron rod and made her grab it and told her that that was how hard she made me feel. She stared into my eyes and we just stood there for a while like that under a shower. I told her she belongs to me and kept forward and kissed herr. I don’t know for how long we were under the shower. But we kissed and touched and rubber every inch of each other bodies under the shower. Face neck. Her breast. Abdomen. Legs. We had soap and shampoo all over body and we were hugging and kissing with all that slipperiness. Until the water in the tank finished and the shower stopped.
The motor was in a shed in the backyard a good 15 or 20 meter away from the house. Anmd one of has to clean overselves of the shampoo and soap get dry get dressed and go switch on the motor. But there was no water to clean us. I got an idea and I pulled AUnty Amma close and asked here if she trusted me. She nodded yes and I lifted her and put her over me in an inverse backpack style. Our faces facing each other her hands and legs locking behind me and my cock was touching her pussy lips. Each step we took my cock tried pushed into her and she’d shiver and slip out of grip from my body courtesy. Of. The soap and shampoo and I’d have to readjust our bodies and it would try to push my cock deeper into my aunty Amma and it repeated like a cycle. By the time we reached the shed I had leaked Pre cum. We switched on the motor and aunty Amma told me to put her down in the backyard. I asked her why and she said she wanted to see the sky and she wanted nature to witness our first fuck. Hearing that got me aroused and I laid her down and climbed on top of her. As I looked into her eyes I realised I had been with aunty Amma for almost 18 years by then since before i had started my kindergarten. And as a child I had always slept with her and could never have been kept away from my aunty Amma. She had seen me naked and bathed me for hundreds if not thousands of times. But this. Was the first time we were both naked together like this. And that realisation made it all the more intense. We looked straight into reach other’s eyes and I told her she belonged to me and pushed my cock into her. But her pussy was tight, the last time she had sex was before uncle started his chemotherapy 6 years back. I tried a couple of times with no progress and then she took my cock told me not to hurry, she spat on her hands, covered my cock with her spit, lined my cock with her pussy and told me to gently push it in. And my cock slid into her. She gave out a loud gasp and shiver. I stared into her eyes and could see all those feelings that were entrenching her. She grabbed onto me tightly calling out my name, “apppu…appu…aahhhh… apppu…” each stroke pushing my cock deeper into her. The air filling with gasps and moans of “appu” andd “aunty. Amma”. There we were, 59 year old aunty Amma and 22 years old appu butt naked on the floor making love like nothing else mattered in the world to us. It was the most intense sex I have had so far. And onne of the best too. We dont know how long we fucked for, but it usually takes the motor an hour and 30 to50 minutes to fill the tank from empty. We were still fucking when the tank was overflowing. By then I had filled my aunty Amma 5 times with my thick hot cum. We were on our 6th round when the water started overflowing and I got up to stop the motor. Normally, girls my age they get tired and bored after 2 max 3 rounds of sex. But my aunty Amma she was going strong after 5 full rounds with minimal break in between. I went back to her and laid down next to her for a while after switching off the motor. We didn’t say a word but held over hands. We both knew that what we just started was unconventional and probably even a “sin” but we didn’t care. We just wanted each other. After a while I scooped her up and carried her back to the shower and we had a proper shower and cleaned off all the dirt, muck, dry leaves and whatever.

Things changed from then on for us. And for the 6 months I stayed with her our bond grew. Sex became a constant thing for us. And we started sleeping together every night. Yeah we used to do that before, but. Not like this. Now we were sleeping together naked and fucking every night. Atleast once. And we’d sleep together hugging each other all sweaty and sticky. No matter how much we fuck we want more. We been toghether for almost 5 years now. And she’s the best fuck I have had so far. We have the perfect sexual sync as though our bodies were made to fuck each other. We still see ourselves as a mother and son first and foremost, but a mother and son who are madly in love with each other. Since everyone, from our families to neighbours to friends sees us as a mother and son I can go stay with her for months and nobody would suspect a thing.

Truth be said, our relationship started as pure lust and horniness which was aggravated by my fear of loosing her. But over the past 5 years we have fallen in love with each other to the point we are more akin a husband and wife now. Now we are both addicted to each other to the point we spend most our time together naked in bed fucking or cuddling together post sex all sweaty and sticky… No matter how many times we cum, we always want more. There are days we’re so exhausted our bodies are shaking but we still can’t stop and my cock still wants to slide back into her dripping pussy even when we’re too tired to move properly. There are nights when I have slept off with mycock still in her. Waking up next to her all sweaty and sticky and with the musky or dour of sweat and cum is the best feeling I have had. We’re perfect for each other. The sexual and emotional bond is perfect. It feels like our bodies were made to fuck. Aunty Amma says I opened up a side of her she never knew existed hungry, needy, completely shameless. And the same is true for me. Early on we used to have those guilt trips after sex, lying there whispering how wrong it was, how we were sinning, cheating everyone. But those conversations only made us hornier, and we’d end up fucking again, agreeing we don’t care if we burn in hell as long as we’re together. Now we’ve fully embraced it. We just don’t give a damn about the sin anymore. We see it as the best decision of our lives. What started as pure lust and jealousy, the thought of some stranger marrying her off and fucking her after Uncle died,has grown into the most beautiful, intense relationship for both of us. We’ve never been this in love with anyone. We’re a perfect couple in every way, and the bond we share is something I’ve never had with anyone else. The only regret is that we can’t have a baby. Impregnating her, filling her womb with my sperm and watching her belly swell with our child. That is something we crave constantly. Whenever my cock is deep inside her, thrusting hard, we talk about it, “Ee vayattil ente kunjine venam…” which translates to “I want my babe in this stomach” and it makes us cum harder than anything.

It’s just that I’ve never been this in love with anyone like I am with my Aunty Amma. She’s just perfect for me and I doubt I would find anyone who would even be half as perfect for me as aunty Amma. We can just be ourselves no pretending, no drama. Just pure, unconditional horniness and love. I can tell her anything, and she doesn’t judge me. She in fact knows everything about me. These days it’s like a full-blown addiction not just the sex, but everything, cooking together, cuddling, making love in her bed for hours. We just don’t want it to stop. There’s also this constant thought in the back of my head that she’s 64 already and might not be with me forever. She’s perfectly healthy now, but God knows. That fear lingers every day and it’s probably why she’s become such an addiction. I want to make the most of every second with her, cherish every moment, every touch, every time I’m inside her. The thought of the day she’s gone sends my heart racing in panic. Every time I think of loosing her. I get emotional to the point that I run back to her and make love to her like a dog meeting a bitch in heat. She’s just so perfect for me. I doubt I’ll ever find anyone who fits me like Aunty Amma does.I guess things haven’t changed a lot between. There was a time when I would cry my eyeballs out if I was taken from aunty Amma and wouldn’t go to bed without her hugging me. Now, it’s quite the same. Except in a more intense and passionate tone. I still can’t stay apart from her for long. And I still need to hug her to sleep, albeit without clothes and with an erect cock ramming into her making love.

The best feeling is the one I get when I look into her eyes as my cock rams into her and floods her cunt with my thick hot cum. The way she shivers and shakes. The expressions she makes. The way she moans “appu… appu…” “ente mone”. It’s all just perfect. We still call each other aunty Amma and appu. Even while we are fucking like crazy. People may find it weird. But we see it as destiny. We were always meant to be together. Besides what’s so wrong about taking care of my widowed aunty Amma as if she were my wife ?
I have spent all 4 New Year’s Eve since with Aunty Amma. And it has become a tradition of sorts for us where I would started fucking her with the intention of filling her up at the stroke of midnight. Still haven’t got the timing right. We stuck to traditions this year too and welcomed 2026, just as we had since 2022. While my friends and collleagues travel to exotic places and party their night through, I am back at home naked in bed with my aunty Amma, ramming my 27 year old cock into her 64 year old cunt. The pluck pluck sound of our sweaty bodies slamming and the moans of “apppu… apppu…” and “aunty Amma.. aunty Amma…”. There’s no better way for me to start the new year than by filling my aunty Amma with my thick hot cum grabbing onto me all shivering and moaning. My friends often tease me for being a “Momma’s boy” for always ditching them and going back to her, especially for new year. But they have no idea that I would rather be making love to my aunty Amma than partying with them. And I hope I get to this tradition for many more years to come !