Mallu neighbour aunty in Australia

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I’m John (that’s my pen name), I’m 27, average build, from Kerala, but now living in Australia. Quick heads-up: don’t ask about the heroine’s details in this story – it’s private.

So, here we go!

I moved to Australia from Kerala a few months ago. While things were moving in the flow, one day my mom called me, told me that our neighbour’s daughter is moving to Australia in a week, and had shared my contact with them to help with the initial rebasing.

So, the next day, I got a ping on WhatsApp, it was Tresa aunty. Tresa is in her late 30s and isn’t very tall. She is about 5 feet 4 inches. She has a nice, plump, curvy figure. With extraordinary melon and cakes, her face is quite beautiful. She has small lips, delicate features, and brown eyes.

In short, she’s someone who made my mouth water every time I saw her.
We chatted daily to figure out the things related to her accommodation. She was relocating from a different state in Australia to the state where I’m currently residing.

We figured out the accommodation, and everything was set for their arrival. Out of the blue, while chatting, she asked for a photo of mine. I thought she saw me while I was in my teens, so I wanted to refresh her memory on my looks. I immediately shared a recent snap, and she replied, ‘Handsome hunk.’

I replied Thanks and was not having any other thoughts on her comment. Immediately, she asked about my relationship status as well. Things got carried away, and they moved in. She moved in with her husband and her daughter. We were in constant touch,

Since I lived alone, they used to invite me during most of the weekends for lunch or dinner, and we explored places in and around. She always used to compliment my DP and the status on Instagram. I considered everything as genuine comments until that day.

Once I saw her cleavage on a beach day, I felt like she was kinda intentionally exposing it more to me. But I didn’t react to it extensively; however, she caught me looking at it at times. One day, she called me with a sweet and seductive voice and said, “John, could you come help me with something?” I couldn’t turn that down because I wanted to spend time with her. I showed up at their house the next morning. Tresa took me to her backyard, where she had been trying to clean and reorganise the area. As we worked, she stood very close to me, and I was aware of her body occasionally touching me. When I felt my dick stirring in my pants, I knew I needed to move.

The backyard was in need of a sweep and was a jumble of overgrown bushes and scattered tools. Tresa started collecting stray branches after rolling up the sleeves of her blouse to show off her arms’ silky, golden skin. I worked next to her. She kinda flaunted. Her full breasts and the soft curve of her belly as the saree hugged her in all the right places. I tried to focus on my work, but the electricity between the two of us was increasing by the second as she bent down to pick up a flower pot that had fallen over. Tresa said softly, “You are doing a great job.”
My breath left my throat when her saree slipped just enough to give a glimpse of her juicy melons before the world sat still, and she slowly straightened back up, meeting my eyes. Despite knowing I was eyeing those assets, she didn’t look away.
After an hour of work, Tresa suggested they take a break. “Come, let’s go inside,” she said, wiping her hands on her saree. “I will make us tea.” I followed her, and even though the temperature difference between the warm backyard and the colder interior could not have been more stark, the tension only grew. Tresa filled the kettle in the kitchen, moving with a determination that fascinated me. She swayed slightly with each step, and her saree, which seemed to move on its own, slid further off her shoulder, revealing the inviting contour of her breast. My breath was short and shallow, and I could not stop myself from leaning on the counter, riveted with my eyes on her. There was a moment of silence when she turned toward me and our eyes met.

“John, have you ever pondered what it would be like… if things were different?” she said in a husky whisper. Her ambiguous words remained in the atmosphere. As she put the tea cups on the counter, I moved closer and brushed my hands against hers, tightening my throat.

“Tresa aunty—” I began, but she silenced me with a finger to my lips. I turned to face her, my eyes meeting hers. “Tresa aunty, you know I’ve always had a thing for you,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. “Shh,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. “Don’t say anything.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, and the world seemed to dissolve around us. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, as her fingers tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, as if we both had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Tresa’s saree slipped further, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her blouse and petticoat. My hands roamed freely, tracing the curves of her body; my touch was so seductive.
She pulled away briefly, her chest heaving, and I began to unbutton her blouse. “Help me,” she whispered, and John’s fingers trembled as he undid the last few buttons. The fabric fell open, revealing her full, luscious breasts, her nipples tight with desire. I groaned, my mouth finding hers again as my hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently.

Tresa stepped back, her eyes smouldering, and began to unbuckle my belt. “The couch,” she breathed, leading me by the hand. Honestly, the whole thing felt surreal—like we’d slipped into some dream where thinking got tossed right out the window and our bodies just took over.

Tresa slid onto my lap, straddling me, her thighs gripping my hips, the pressure making my skin buzz. Her chest pressed into mine, warm and soft, and every move just drew us deeper into each other. My hands went down her back, fingers tracing the shape of her spine, tugging her closer because, hell, there wasn’t any space left, but it still wasn’t enough. Our lips crashed together again, more urgent than before, like we’d both forgotten how to breathe without each other.
I sucked and sucked the red-toothed aunt’s lovely lips. Aunty was feeling upbeat as well, licking her lips and using her blouse to hold both breasts. The fleshy, pale body was squeezed in all directions. I placed my hands on Aunty’s velvety buttocks and squeezed her tightly while kissing her lips all the way down to her neck.

Her body pressed against mine as she rocked towards me; her movements were purposeful. My hands found her petticoat and slid it down her legs, exposing her wet underwear. I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled the strings of her petticoat.
All of a sudden, she pulled my pants down, and my penis popped out like a spring. I realised that the warmth of my aunt’s hand was pouring on my penis, and she slowly pulled back the foreskin…

Eventually, our chapped lips touched each other, and a spark spread from the foot upwards. She drew me around and continued to caress me a little. She moved towards my tool, I started to get a good mood, and Aunty’s mouth and lips completely swallowed my penis. I started with a little stroke to support her head job. Now that more than half of the cock is inside Aunty’s mouth, the warmth of it intoxicated me, and I pushed the waist slightly…

My cock was getting hotter… Aunty was getting a lot of support from my hips. Aunty’s pussy fell on my shoulder. Pluck, Pluck noise was all over the place.

I felt like I was up in the air… I felt like I wasn’t fast enough for Aunty.

I put her down… kept my penis in her mouth and started banging. My baby is now able to enjoy the beautiful mouth, lips, tongue and spit…

I supported my hands on the wall and increased the pace…… Any time my boy would explode in Aunty’s mouth, I picked up the pace again and continued… I held both hands on Aunty’s head, and as soon as I started putting it in my mouth, Aunty stopped moving her head, and I hit the speed.

Finally, my boy Tresa’s mouth with my love juices, and she drank the semen completely, and she said, ‘Oh, you are so smart…’

I removed that blouse, revealing her voluptuous melons wrapped in a red bra. It was 34 °C and in good shape. I didn’t wait to remove her bra; rather, I immersed myself into those melons quickly, I sucked them over the bra and did a boob job for some time. As the bra was not soaked in my sweat and saliva, I quickly undid her bra, revealing 2 coconut-sized white fat balls with grape-like juicy nipples. I pinched those nipples as I started sucking both of them like a baby.
I grabbed Aunty and squeezed her fat boobs, whose boobs were bigger than those in my hand… I got excited, I sucked Aunty’s lips in my mouth, and I was filled with all the excitement like a boy,
Oh… Please don’t hurt… She said… I pressed my lips between her breasts and lowered my mouth… She pressed her breasts against my chest, kissed my lips, and with one hand, she squeezed my cock.
I held her close.
Aunty wrapped her arms around me and let her tongue glide down my chest… planted a kiss on my stomach… moved down to my waist and then pulled my pants off, revealing my cock, which was already swollen. It sprang out like a king cobra ready to strike… T
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I noticed Aunty’s hand was radiating heat onto my cock as she slowly pulled the skin back… doing it two or three times… her hand’s sweat was on my cock. She took it into her mouth, moved her head, and swallowed it. My little guy was enjoying the bliss of her warm mouth.

Aunty stood up and took off her red panties.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it was a clean-shaven, juicy pink paradise… she practically drained the water from my throat as she removed her panties.

As Aunty lay on the bed… I climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts and kissing the sides of her neck, while Aunty tilted her head to the side and half-closed her eyes in pleasure.
The front of Aunty’s neck was her sensitive spot, where the movement of my lips made her feel increasingly horny. I kissed her starting from the top of her head, trailing my lips down through her breasts and into the middle of her soft belly.

Huh…. Ohhhhh… up in the bed.

I began licking her from top to bottom… I bit her thighs without even glancing at her. When I kissed her vertical pink lips, she arched like a bow.
She seemed unfazed. I continued kissing and licking my aunt’s pussy.
The dance of my tongue and lips commenced… The sweet, thick liquid began to melt like butter. I sucked on her pussy as if I were drinking water…
Ohh…. Ohhhh… Aunty lay back and lifted her legs into the air… I placed one finger on Aunty’s pussy.
Oh….. Dude… good…
Once or twice, I put my finger in my mouth and rubbed it on my little finger, like an Aunty’s lubricant. I held onto Aunty’s soft thighs, positioned my feet well inside, and slid out the red-tipped cunt.
Shhh…. Oh…. Mum…..
Aunty got up and tied her loose hair into a bun.
I wrapped my arms around Aunty’s back, held her breasts, and kissed her neck… I discovered Aunty’s sensitive spot with one finger.

Ohh…. Ohhhh…. Johnnnn…

Aunty placed a hand on my back and played with my hair…

I sucked on her breasts, which were too big for my hands. Aunty squeezed as if she was enveloping my whole body with her breasts.

With one finger from my other hand, I gently circled her vaginal lips. Ahhh, aaaaah. She moaned loudly.

I began sucking her breasts and moving my fingers quickly… Aunty bit my lips and stood close to my body.

I pushed Aunty onto the bed and positioned my feet well inside… I pressed my face into the pink paradise that was still dripping with love juices.

Aunty lifted her waist and pressed it firmly against my face.

I opened the lid and sucked the lump with my tongue, licking up the juices flowing from her vagina and drinking them.
Unable to hold back, Aunty lifted her waist and pulled me on top of her… she embraced me and kissed me… she grabbed me and pushed me beneath her… when Aunty got up, I noticed water flowing like a stream from the lock.
I inserted my cock into their asshole.
Ohhhh…. Da…. Ohhhh, not that today, please! She requested.
Aunty had gone to the cowgirl position. Aunty wrapped her pussy around the outside of my bed. Bending her arms on her chest, she took my cock and inserted it into her vagina, holding her legs tightly and moving her arms quickly.

Aunty squeezed my lips, placed my hands over her melons and wrapped the skin of her pussy around my cock.

Oh… Aunty… Aunty was going non-stop… The sound of the pluck pluck echoed throughout the place… I was thrilled. I held Aunty tightly, flipped her over, and put her beneath me, and during that turn, my cock slipped out of the pussy.

She took my dick and directed it towards her pussy. I didn’t need any instructions on this. I slid my wet dick into Tresa’s welcoming pussy. I lay down on top of her and began to kiss her while I fucked her. She sucked on my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth.

She grabbed my ass and squeezed it as I fucked her. She slid her hands all over my back and grabbed my hair. “Oh, John. Fuck me harder. Pound your cock into my cunt. Harder. Harder. YES!”
I was sweating now, and it was dripping down on Tresa. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.
Tresa began to gasp and pant.
“Oh, John. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming. Fuck.”
I could feel Tresa’s cunt squeezing my dick as she came, and it got me going, too.
“Oh, Tresa. I’m going to cum, too.”
“Yes, John. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it, John. Cum for me.”
My cock erupted and shot my love juice deep in Tresa’s cunt. We were both panting for all, and it was worth it. I collapsed on her.

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