My name is Ramesh. At 24, I landed a good job as a software engineer at Nexlify Solutions, a big IT company on Old Mahabalipuram Road (OMR) in Chennai. The salary was excellent, the office modern, and I was excited.
Until my first day.
I walked into the 7th floor and froze when I saw my new boss standing in front of the team.
It was Aunty Lakshmi.
My mother’s younger sister. 42 years old. Widowed for 6 years. The same woman who used to visit our house every weekend wearing beautiful sarees.
She looked even hotter in corporate attire — a tight cream-colored saree with a low blouse that showed off her deep cleavage. Her 36D breasts strained against the fabric, and her wide hips made the saree pallu cling to her body. Fair skin, long straight black hair tied in a professional bun, and sharp eyes behind stylish glasses.
Aunty Lakshmi’s eyes widened when she saw me.
“Ramesh?” she whispered in shock.
The entire team was watching. She quickly composed herself and gave a professional smile.
“Everyone, this is our new team member, Ramesh. He will be reporting directly to me.”
For the first few days, Aunty kept it strictly professional. She treated me like any other employee. But I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Every time she walked past my cubicle, her saree would sway, giving me a view of her deep navel and the curve of her juicy ass. During meetings, when she leaned over the table, her heavy breasts would press against her blouse.
One Thursday night, we had a critical project deadline. By 10:30 PM, only Aunty and I were left on the entire floor.
“Ramesh, come to my cabin,” she called.
I entered. She had removed her pallu and was standing near the AC in just her blouse and petticoat. The room was cold, and her nipples were clearly visible.
She locked the door.
“We need to talk,” she said, voice low. “This situation is dangerous. You are my nephew… and now my subordinate.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Aunty… you look so fucking hot in this saree.”
Her cheeks turned red. She tried to act strict.
“Ramesh! Don’t talk like that. I’m your boss and your aunty.”
But her voice was shaky.
I stepped closer and boldly put my hands on her wide hips.
“I’ve wanted you for years, Aunty Lakshmi.”
Before she could reply, I pulled her into a deep kiss. After a few seconds of resistance, she melted. Her tongue met mine hungrily.
We kissed like animals for several minutes. I squeezed her big ass through the saree.
She broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
“This is wrong… but I haven’t been touched in years.”
I turned her around and bent her over her own office desk.
I pulled her saree and petticoat up to her waist. She was wearing a black lace panty that was already soaked.
I ripped it down and rubbed my hard cock against her wet pussy.
“Fuck me, Ramesh,” she moaned. “But be quick… someone might come.”
I pushed my thick cock inside my own aunty’s pussy in one hard thrust.
“Ahhh! So big!” she gasped.
I fucked her hard from behind, her heavy breasts pressing against the glass desk. The sound of my hips slapping against her juicy Tamil ass filled the cabin.
“Yes… fuck your aunty… harder!” she whispered desperately.
I reached around and squeezed her big tits while pounding her. Within minutes, she came hard, her pussy gripping my cock tightly.
I pulled out and made her turn around. I sat on her boss chair and made her ride me.
Aunty Lakshmi straddled me, her saree bunched around her waist, and sank down on my cock. Her big tits bounced in front of my face as she rode me like a hungry slut.
“Fuck… I’m such a bad aunty,” she moaned.
I sucked her nipples through her blouse while she bounced faster. Finally, I filled her pussy with thick cum.
We both collapsed, breathing heavily.
That was the beginning.
From that night, our relationship changed completely.
During office hours, she was the strict Project Manager. At night and during lunch breaks, she became my personal corporate aunty slut.
We had sex almost every day:
- In the meeting room during lunch – she would suck my cock under the table.
- In the lift – quick risky fuck between floors.
- In the car parking – she would ride me in the back seat of her SUV.
- On her cabin desk – her favorite. She loved getting fucked while looking at the Chennai city skyline through the glass wall.
One Friday evening, she wore a transparent black saree. During a team meeting, I sat beside her and fingered her under the table while she tried to present to the clients. She came silently, biting her lips.
After two months, Aunty became completely addicted to her nephew’s cock.
One night, after everyone left, she stripped completely naked in her cabin except for her high heels and gold mangalsutra.
She got on her knees and gave me the sloppiest blowjob of my life.
“Am I better than those young girls, da?” she asked, licking my balls.
“You’re the best, Aunty. My hot Chennai corporate aunty.”
She bent over the desk again, spread her ass cheeks and begged:
“Fuck your aunty’s ass today. I want to feel you everywhere.”
I lubed my cock with her pussy juice and pushed into her tight asshole.
“Ohhh fuck! It hurts… but don’t stop!” she cried.
I fucked my aunty’s ass hard in her own office. Her massive tits swung wildly as I pounded her. She came twice from anal before I filled her asshole with cum.
On the day of the company annual party at a resort on ECR, things reached peak.
After the party, most people were drunk. Aunty pulled me into an empty conference villa.
She wore a red saree and looked stunning.
We didn’t even lock the door properly.
She rode me reverse cowgirl on the sofa, her big ass bouncing, while moaning loudly:
“Fuck me, Ramesh! Fuck your aunty harder! I’m your office whore!”
I was pounding her when suddenly two of my colleagues walked past the half-open door. They stopped and stared in shock.
Instead of stopping, Aunty moaned louder and came violently, clearly turned on by being watched.
That night, she confessed:
“I don’t care anymore. I just want your cock every day… even if you’re my nephew.”
Epilogue
Six months later, we still work in the same company.
To outsiders, she’s the strict Manager Lakshmi.
But every single day after office hours, this beautiful Chennai corporate aunty becomes my personal incest slut — sucking, riding, and getting fucked on every surface of the office.
And I couldn’t be happier.
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