I am Tanu, an 18-year-old boy living in Mumbai, India. I’m not your typical teenager – I’m muscular, thanks to my daily calisthenics routine, and I stand at a modest 5’7. But what sets me apart is my insatiable appetite for porn. It’s become my escape from the world, a way to cope with my strained relationship with my father, who I find utterly incompatible with.

One sweltering summer day, my father announced he would be away on a business trip for two weeks. Without hesitation, he suggested I stay at my aunt’s house, as she lived nearby and could keep an eye on me. Little did he know, his suggestion would lead me down a path of forbidden desires.

My aunt, Priya, was a stunning woman in her early 40s. She had a voluptuous figure, long raven hair, and captivating eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. She greeted me warmly, treating me like her own son, but I couldn’t help noticing the way her sari clung to her curves or the way her lips parted slightly when she smiled.

As the days passed, I found myself drawn to her, my thoughts consumed by fantasies I knew I shouldn’t entertain. One evening, as we sat together in the living room, the air between us grew thick with tension. Priya’s husband was away on business, and the house felt empty, save for the two of us.

“Tanu, is everything alright?” Priya asked, her voice soft and concerned.

I looked at her, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve and contour. “Everything’s fine, Auntie,” I replied, my voice strained.