Fucked my 44-year-old chubby maami

Hello, I am KV, a 27-year-old living in Maharashtra. I am a Marathi guy working in an MNC and have a passion for sports, which I pursued during my college days and still enjoy. I have a deep appreciation for mature aunties and women. This is my first real experience with my Maami.

This story takes place during the lockdown when my cousin brother was getting married. The marriage hall was next to my society. And we did a lot of shopping together as a family since it was a big function for us after a long time.

During the wedding, my maami, Jyoti, and I talked a lot and became close. She’s 44 years old, 5’6″ tall, and weighs 74 kg, with a lovely, chubby figure. Her measurements are 40B for her bra size; one of her breasts is bigger than a half-liter milk packet. She wears a 38-size panty, and her skin is firm and slightly dusky.

We enjoyed the Haldi and Sangeet night with the DJ party and dance. After the event, I asked my Maami why she looked sad, and she said it would have been amazing if my mama were there. I agreed, but he had to travel to Delhi for an office event. Without thinking, I leaned towards her, and she hugged me tightly, which felt a bit awkward. But thankfully, no one noticed.

After dinner, we went to our respective homes. It was almost 2 am. And as I settled into my bedroom, weird thoughts about my maami and how I would be with her began to creep into my mind. I started scrolling through her photos on Facebook and was getting an erection thinking about her naked body. Accidentally, I liked one of her photos.

Within five minutes, I received a text from her: “KV, why are you still awake?” I immediately lost my erection, realizing she must have received a notification on Facebook. I responded that I would sleep soon, adding a kiss smiley. I was a bit worried and waited for her text. I followed up, asking why she wasn’t sleepy, considering she must be tired and had rituals the next day. She replied that weddings are a different feeling for couples, of course, but also for those already married, as it gives them a chance to rekindle romance. I asked what she meant by romance.

Maami explained that for a wedding, couples decide what to wear, go to the beauty parlor, get makeup done, and have mehendi applied, which makes their spouses feel romantic, and other things follow. I replied that it means making out, and she said yes, it’s like a honeymoon again but for a short time. I responded with a slightly sad smiley. She told me to leave it and sleep, but I replied that I would sleep soon.

She then said, “Stop stalking my Facebook now” with a wink. I apologized, saying I accidentally opened her profile. Maami told me not to beat around the bush and to sleep. The next morning, rituals had begun, and I spotted Maami, going to wish her good morning. We had tea and breakfast together, along with my cousin. She looked gorgeous. And I went near her, saying that if mama were there, he would be impressed by how she looked. I handed her a rose that was distributed in the hall as part of the ritual.

During lunch, around 2 pm, maami came to ask me for my home keys. I asked what was wrong, and she said something was bothering her with her saree. I showed her a changing room at the hall, but she looked at me with an angry face, saying, “Thank you, KV, I didn’t notice that” in a sarcastic tone. She then went to my mom and informed her that she would go to our house quickly and come back. Mom handed her the keys and asked me to tag along.

Maami said, “Let’s go, KV, and come back quickly.” The reception was in the evening, around 7 p.m. So, all the ladies had decided to come to our house around 5 p.m. to relax and change their attire. Maami and I reached home, and she asked which bedroom she could use. I said she could use any room. So, she went inside.

After a few minutes, she called me, saying she needed help with something stuck in her blouse. I went inside and saw her in just her blouse, with her pallu slightly dropped, looking sad. I said I would help, and she turned around, showing me her back. I removed the stuck item in two seconds, and she said, “Thank God… that was quick.”

I said I would wait outside. But after five minutes, she called me again, saying it wasn’t her blouse but the buckle of her innerwear that might have scratched her back. She asked me to unbuckle it carefully. This time, it was her bra, which she had worn under her blouse as double protection. She cupped her hands over her breasts so they wouldn’t fall off.

I removed the buckle, which was stuck within another hook, and she said, “KV, you seem experienced at this.” I laughed it off, saying I had a bit of experience. She turned towards me, saying my girlfriend must be lucky. I replied in a bold way that I give a lot of chances to a lot of ladies.

Maami quickly said, “KV, you are so naughty… a typical chocolate boy, huh?” I replied, “Yeah, yeah… a bit… but recently, the chocolate hasn’t been tasted enough.” My Maami blushed, and I asked what was wrong. She said she found me pretty interesting among all the youngsters in our family and also hot. I smiled, saying, “Isi baat pe, can I hug you?” She didn’t wait and hugged me.

I felt those heavy breasts, her body, that perfume smell mixed with her womanly body fragrance. We hugged for a little longer, and I whispered in her ear, “You are really attractive.” She held me tighter, looked into my eyes, and said, “What were you doing at midnight, staring at my Facebook photos?” I said what she thought, and I approached her lips, locking into a kiss.

Her lips were a bit thick but so juicy. We lost control, and I hugged her tightly, the kissing becoming intense. I broke the kiss and said, “Maami, you are the hottest kisser ever.” She blushed, and I turned her around, making her stand in front of me, facing the mirror.

I moved my hand towards her lips, slightly pressing them, and said, “Why are you so naughty?” She didn’t say anything, just made a slight humming sound. I lifted her hands upwards and cupped her breasts with my hands. They were pretty heavy and full. She closed her eyes, and we both knew this was just getting started. I got an erection.

I removed her blouse, and her breasts were not fitting inside her bra. My maami was shy now, covering her breasts with her hands. I whispered in her ears, “Maami, show me those mangoes.” She laughed a little, and I removed the buckle from behind. She lifted her hands with shyness, and I removed her bra. She chuckled, covering her nipples with her hands now. I looked at ourselves in the mirror – an absolute gorgeous, chubby milf standing right before me with no bra, hands covering her nipples, mehendi on her full hands, her mangalsutra, earrings, and nose pin.

My erection was throbbing inside. I kissed her neck, which tickled her, but she had to let go of her breasts now. I saw those breasts; they were more like papayas, big and firm. Her nipples were sexy too; not very big but getting erect. I grabbed them with both hands, and she bent down a little. My hands were not enough for them, and I started licking her neck. She moaned, “Ahhhhh..”

To be continued…

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