Mama Bhanji Sex Story : My name is Riya. I’m 22 years old, fair, with a curvy body that turns heads wherever I go. My breasts are full and round, my waist slim, and my ass is plump and firm, always jiggling when I walk. I’ve always been a bit of a wild child, but I never imagined I’d end up having the most intense sexual experience of my life with my own mama (maternal uncle) during a trip to Goa. My mama, Vikram, is 40 years old, tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome. He has a rugged charm, with a chiseled jaw and a body that looks like it was carved from stone. We’ve always been close, but during our trip to Goa in March 2025, things took a forbidden turn, and I discovered a side of myself—and him—that I never knew existed.
It all started when Mama invited me to join him on a week-long trip to Goa. He had some business to attend to, but he wanted to spend time with me as well. I was thrilled—I’d always loved Goa’s beaches, the parties, and the carefree vibe. We arrived in Goa on a sunny afternoon, checking into a luxurious beachside resort. I was wearing a tight crop top and shorts, my curves on full display, and I noticed Mama stealing glances at me. “Riya, you’ve grown into such a beautiful woman,” he said, his voice low and husky. I blushed, feeling a strange warmth spread through my body. That evening, we decided to hit the beach. I changed into a red bikini that barely covered my breasts and ass, and when I stepped out, Mama’s eyes widened. “Riya, you look… stunning,” he said, his gaze lingering on my body. I could feel the tension between us, a spark that I couldn’t ignore.
We spent the evening on the beach, sipping cocktails and watching the sunset. The alcohol loosened us up, and soon we were laughing and teasing each other. Mama’s hand brushed against my thigh, and I felt a jolt of electricity. “Mama, you’re so much fun to be with,” I said, leaning closer to him. The waves crashed against the shore, and the air was thick with the scent of the ocean—and something else, something primal. As the night grew darker, we decided to head back to our resort. In the elevator, Mama stood close to me, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his hard cock through his shorts, and my pussy throbbed with desire. “Riya, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, and we were kissing passionately, our tongues dancing together.
Back in our room, the tension exploded. Mama pushed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Riya,” he growled, pulling my bikini top off. My breasts bounced free, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his hand squeezed my other breast. “Ohhh… Mama… yes…” I moaned, my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue flicked over my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel my pussy getting wet, my juices soaking my bikini bottom. Mama’s hand slid down, cupping my ass, before slipping inside my bikini. “You’re so wet, Riya,” he murmured, his fingers rubbing my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
Mama pulled my bikini bottom down, leaving me completely naked. He stepped back, his eyes devouring my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling off his shorts. His 8-inch cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering at the sight of it. “I want to taste you, Mama,” I said, wrapping my lips around his cock. He groaned as I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around his shaft. His hands gripped my hair, guiding me as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with every thrust. “Ohhh… Riya… you’re so good…” he moaned, his cock throbbing in my mouth. I could taste his precum, salty and delicious, and I wanted more.
Mama pulled me up, his eyes burning with lust. “I need to fuck you, Riya,” he said, pushing me onto the bed. He spread my legs wide, my pussy dripping with anticipation. He rubbed his cock against my slit, teasing me, before thrusting deep inside. “Ohhh… Mama… fuck… you’re so big…” I screamed, my pussy stretching around him. He fucked me hard, his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against my ass. “You’re so tight, Riya… so fucking tight…” he growled, his hands gripping my hips. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back. The bed creaked with every thrust, the sound of our moans filling the room.
Mama flipped me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees. “I want your ass, Riya,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He spat on my tight asshole, rubbing his cock against it, before pushing inside. “Ohhh… fuck… Mama… it hurts…” I cried, my ass clenching around him. But the pain quickly turned to pleasure as he fucked me slowly, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. “You’re so tight, Riya… I love your ass…” he moaned, picking up the pace. I reached down, rubbing my clit, the pleasure building inside me. “I’m gonna cum, Mama… ohhh…” I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me, my body shaking. Mama fucked me harder, his cock throbbing in my ass, before pulling out and cumming all over my back, his hot cum dripping down my skin.
The next day, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked on the beach, hidden behind some rocks, the waves crashing around us. “Mama, fuck me harder…” I begged, my pussy dripping with the thrill of being caught. He pounded me relentlessly, his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust, making me cum again and again. We fucked in the resort pool late at night, the water splashing around us as he took me from behind. “You’re mine, Riya… all mine…” he growled, his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure, loving every second of our forbidden passion.
Our trip to Goa became a week of endless sex. We fucked in every corner of the resort—in the shower, on the balcony, even in the restaurant bathroom during a dinner date. “Mama, I can’t get enough of you,” I’d whisper, my hand on his cock, stroking him under the table. He’d smirk, his eyes dark with lust, before dragging me somewhere private to fuck me senseless. I loved how he took control, how he made me feel so desired, so wanted. My mama had awakened a hunger in me that I never knew existed, and I was addicted to him.
By the time we left Goa, our relationship had changed forever. Back home, we’d sneak away whenever we could—late-night visits to my room, quickies in the car, stolen moments when no one was around. “Riya, you’re my dirty little secret,” Mama would say, his cock deep inside me, his hands on my ass. I’d moan, my pussy clenching around him, loving the thrill of our forbidden love. That trip to Goa had turned me into a woman who craved her mama’s touch, and I knew I’d never be the same again.