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Dopahar ka waqt tha. Sona school se ghar laut raha tha, bag uske kandhe pe latka hua. Gate ke paas Salim uncle ki Royal Enfield khadi thi—woh familiar black bike jisko dekhte hi uske andar ek ajeeb si excitement aur thodi si bechaini dono jaag uthi. Uncle aaye hue hain… yeh sochke usne doorbell bajaya. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Dus minute tak woh wait karta raha, phir dobara bajaya.
Aakhir mein darwaza khula.
Jyoti khadi thi—39 saal ki, lekin us waqt bilkul alag dikh rahi thi. Neeli suit-salwar pehni hui thi, jo paseene se chipak kar uske curves pe chipki hui thi. Haathon mein chudiyan khanak rahi thi, nakhunon pe fresh red polish. Uska chehra thoda flushed tha, saansen abhi bhi tez. Aur sabse zyada… uske cleavage pe safed, thoda gaada sa daag saaf dikh raha tha. Sperm. Jo shayad jaan-boojhkar nahi hataya gaya tha.
Sona ki saans ruk si gayi. Uske dimag mein ek dam se samajh aa gaya.
Tabhi peeche se bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Salim nikal aaya—sirf baniyan mein, lungi abhi bhi theek se baandhte hue. Lungi ke neeche se uske lund ki ek jhalak clear dikhi—abhi bhi thoda soft, lekin bada aur geela. Usne Sona ko dekha, ek second ke liye ruksa, phir jaldi se smile karke nikal gaya.
Sona ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh rone laga—chhote se bacche ki tarah.
Jyoti ne turant use apne seene se laga liya. “Shhh… meri jaan…” uski awaaz soft thi, lekin usme ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Sona ka chehra uske cleavage pe chipak gaya… aur usi sperm ka touch uske lips aur gaalon pe lag gaya. Maa ke jism se Salim uncle ki khushboo aa rahi thi—pasiina, sex, aur thodi si cigarette ki. Woh khushboo Sona ko pehle ajeeb lagi, phir dheere-dheere uske andar kuch hilne laga. Thoda sa… accha.
Jyoti ne Salim ko nazar se ishara kiya. “Jaao… aaj ke liye bas.” Salim chupchaap nikal gaya.
Phir Jyoti ne Sona ka haath pakda aur use sidha bedroom le gayi. Kamra bilkul aisa lag raha tha jaise abhi-abhi badi si jang ladayi gayi ho. Bed ke upar, neeche, side mein—lagbhag bees se zyada used condoms pade hue the. Kuch abhi bhi geele, kuch thode se sukhe. Sheets gandi thi, pillows bikhre hue.
Jyoti ne Sona ko usi bed pe litaya. Uske upar jhukte hue usne apna ek boob nikaala bara sa, garam, aur abhi bhi thoda sensitive. Nipple pe thoda sa sperm ka daag bhi tha. Usne woh boob Sona ke muh mein daal diya.
Sona kuch bolne hi wala tha ki Jyoti ne uske honth apne ungli se band kar diye.
“Baad mein baat karenge… pehle tu apni mummy ka doodh pee. Tere liye hi toh pichhle ek mahine se yeh dawai kha rahi hoon… taaki doodh aa jaye.”
Sona ki aankhein band ho gayin. Woh sab kuch bhool gaya—uncle, condoms, sab. Usne sirf apne aap ko maa ke agosh mein dhila chhod diya. Uske muh ne nipple ko pakda aur dheere-dheere choosne laga. Pehle thoda, phir zor se. Garam, meetha doodh uske gale se utarta gaya. Jyoti ki aankhein band thi, uske chehre pe ek gehri shanti wali muskan thi—aurat hone ka sukoon tha. Abhi uski chut ka ache se mardan huwa thaa...chut maal se labalab kar rahe thee...jyoti ko bhara bhara mahsus ho raha thaa...uske pata thaa ke uske under uske yaar ka bijh bhara huwa hai , aur woh usi bistar pe, used condoms ke beech, apne ladle bete ko doodh pila rahi thi.
Sona ka chhota sa lulli ab Jyoti ke pet pe chubh raha tha. Woh seedha khada ho chuka tha. Baccha ab clearly achaa feel kar raha tha… ye baat jyoti ko aur sakun dete hai..usee apne aurat hone ka ahsas aur gahra lagta hai .....
Jyoti ne dheere se uske baal sahlaate hue kaha, “Pee… mera bacha...mera betu ....mummy ke jaan ...ache se pe.... mummy tujhse bahut pyar karti hai ..”
Sona ne aur zor se choosa. Uske haath ab maa ke doosre boob pe chale gaye the, use dabaate hue. Jyoti ki saans tez ho rahi thi. Uske andar abhi bhi Salim ka maal tha, lekin uske bete ka munh uske nipple pe lagna… woh alag hi nasha de raha tha.
Kamre mein sirf Sona ke choosne ki awaaz aur Jyoti ki halki, dheemi siskiyan thi.
Dono thak kar so gaye the usi gande bistar pe. Used condoms unke aas-paas bikhre hue the, sheets abhi bhi geeli aur khushbu se bhari hui.
Shaam hone ko aa rahi thi jab Jyoti ki nind khuli. Usne neeche dekha ...Sona uske seene pe chipka hua, chin se gehri nind mein soya hua. Uska pura muh uske ek boob ke andar ghusa hua tha. Nipple ab bhi uske jeebh ke neeche daba hua tha, thoda sa doodh abhi bhi uske honthon pe laga hua tha.. Sona ki saansen garam-garam uske cleavage pe pad rahi thi.
Jyoti ne dheere se apna haath uske baalon mein phiraaya, phir apne boob ko uske muh se khinch kar bahar nikaala. Nipple geela tha, thoda lal, aur abhi bhi sensitive. Jaise hi woh nikaala, Sona ki aankhein khul gayin. Woh thoda sa confuse sa dekhne laga, muh abhi bhi half-open, jaise doodh maang raha ho.
Jyoti ne uske gaal pe halka sa thapki di.
“Jaldi uth… sab saaf karna hai. Papa aane wale honge.”
Uske awaaz mein koi guilt nahi tha. Bilkul normal, jaise koi roz ka kaam bol rahi ho.
Sona dheere-dheere uth baitha. Jyoti ne turant bed se uthkar sare used condoms ikatthe kiye—ek-ek karke, bina kisi sharam ke. Kuch abhi bhi sticky the, unhe usne tissue se pakad ke kachre mein phenka. Sheets hataayi, pillows theek kiye. Kamra kuch minutes mein almost normal dikhne laga, bas uski khushbu ab bhi air mein thi—sex ki, pasiine ki, aur doodh ki.
Phir usne Sona ko bathroom bhej diya. “Naha le jaldi.”
Sona jab nahaane gaya, Jyoti ne khud bhi bathroom use kiya. Usne apne jism ko dhoya, lekin apne andar jo Salim ka maal tha usse bilkul touch nahi kiya. Woh jaan-boojhkar uske andar rehne diya. Nahaane ke baad usne laal colour ki soft salwar-suit pehni jo uske curves pe perfect baithti thi. Dupatta halka sa, cleavage thodi si open. Baal khule, lipstick light pink. Woh bilkul aisi ready hui jaise koi normal gharwali maa ho…
Kitchen mein jaake usne Sona ke liye nasta banana shuru kiya parathe, dahi, thodi si meethi cheez. Jab Sona naha kar kitchen mein aaya, usne peeche se uski kamar pakdi aur dheere se puchne ki koshish ki,
“Mummy… aaj… uncle ke saath…”
Jyoti ne turant uska muh band kar diya, apni ungli se.
“Shhh. Main khud bataungi tujhe baad me aur Papa ko kuch mat batana. Bilkul kuch nahi.”
Uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Bilkul confident. Jaise use pure yakeen ho ki uska beta ab uske control mein hai. Aur sach bhi yahi tha Sona uski har baat manta tha. Uske aankhon mein ab bhi wohi nasha tha jo dopahar mein shuru hua tha.
Sona thodi der chup raha, phir dheere se aage badha aur uske seene se chipak gaya. Jaise koi chhota baccha. Usne apne dono haath uske laal suit ke upar se uske boobs pe rakh diye aur dheere-dheere unhe dabaane laga, ghumana laga. Suit ke kapde ke through uske nipples pehle se hard ho chuke the. Sona unhe apni ungliyon se daba-daba kar khelne laga—bilkul aise jaise koi baccha apni maa ke boobs se khelta hai. Kabhi dabaata, kabhi unhe apne gaal se sahlata, kabhi suit ke neeche haath daalne ki koshish karta.
Jyoti ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh normal tarike se paratha belti rahi, gas pe rakhte rahi. Bas uski saansen thodi tez ho gayi thi. Kabhi-kabhi uske honth se halki si siski nikal jaati jab Sona ka haath uske nipple pe zor se dabaata. Usne apna ek haat se Sona ke sar ko apne seene pe aur zor se daba diya, jaise bol rahi ho—khelte raho.
Sona ab suit ke button kholne laga. Ek… do… teesra. Laal suit ka upar wala hissa dheere-dheere khul gaya. Jyoti ke bare boobs bahar nikal aaye abhi bhi thode geele, nipples dark aur khade. Sona ne turant apna muh unpe laga diya. Pehle ek, phir doosra. Doodh ab bhi aa raha tha. Woh choosta raha, haath se doosre boob ko masalta raha, jaise uska haq ho.
Aakhir mein darwaza khula.
Jyoti khadi thi—39 saal ki, lekin us waqt bilkul alag dikh rahi thi. Neeli suit-salwar pehni hui thi, jo paseene se chipak kar uske curves pe chipki hui thi. Haathon mein chudiyan khanak rahi thi, nakhunon pe fresh red polish. Uska chehra thoda flushed tha, saansen abhi bhi tez. Aur sabse zyada… uske cleavage pe safed, thoda gaada sa daag saaf dikh raha tha. Sperm. Jo shayad jaan-boojhkar nahi hataya gaya tha.
Sona ki saans ruk si gayi. Uske dimag mein ek dam se samajh aa gaya.
Tabhi peeche se bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Salim nikal aaya—sirf baniyan mein, lungi abhi bhi theek se baandhte hue. Lungi ke neeche se uske lund ki ek jhalak clear dikhi—abhi bhi thoda soft, lekin bada aur geela. Usne Sona ko dekha, ek second ke liye ruksa, phir jaldi se smile karke nikal gaya.
Sona ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh rone laga—chhote se bacche ki tarah.
Jyoti ne turant use apne seene se laga liya. “Shhh… meri jaan…” uski awaaz soft thi, lekin usme ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Sona ka chehra uske cleavage pe chipak gaya… aur usi sperm ka touch uske lips aur gaalon pe lag gaya. Maa ke jism se Salim uncle ki khushboo aa rahi thi—pasiina, sex, aur thodi si cigarette ki. Woh khushboo Sona ko pehle ajeeb lagi, phir dheere-dheere uske andar kuch hilne laga. Thoda sa… accha.
Jyoti ne Salim ko nazar se ishara kiya. “Jaao… aaj ke liye bas.” Salim chupchaap nikal gaya.
Phir Jyoti ne Sona ka haath pakda aur use sidha bedroom le gayi. Kamra bilkul aisa lag raha tha jaise abhi-abhi badi si jang ladayi gayi ho. Bed ke upar, neeche, side mein—lagbhag bees se zyada used condoms pade hue the. Kuch abhi bhi geele, kuch thode se sukhe. Sheets gandi thi, pillows bikhre hue.
Jyoti ne Sona ko usi bed pe litaya. Uske upar jhukte hue usne apna ek boob nikaala bara sa, garam, aur abhi bhi thoda sensitive. Nipple pe thoda sa sperm ka daag bhi tha. Usne woh boob Sona ke muh mein daal diya.
Sona kuch bolne hi wala tha ki Jyoti ne uske honth apne ungli se band kar diye.
“Baad mein baat karenge… pehle tu apni mummy ka doodh pee. Tere liye hi toh pichhle ek mahine se yeh dawai kha rahi hoon… taaki doodh aa jaye.”
Sona ki aankhein band ho gayin. Woh sab kuch bhool gaya—uncle, condoms, sab. Usne sirf apne aap ko maa ke agosh mein dhila chhod diya. Uske muh ne nipple ko pakda aur dheere-dheere choosne laga. Pehle thoda, phir zor se. Garam, meetha doodh uske gale se utarta gaya. Jyoti ki aankhein band thi, uske chehre pe ek gehri shanti wali muskan thi—aurat hone ka sukoon tha. Abhi uski chut ka ache se mardan huwa thaa...chut maal se labalab kar rahe thee...jyoti ko bhara bhara mahsus ho raha thaa...uske pata thaa ke uske under uske yaar ka bijh bhara huwa hai , aur woh usi bistar pe, used condoms ke beech, apne ladle bete ko doodh pila rahi thi.
Sona ka chhota sa lulli ab Jyoti ke pet pe chubh raha tha. Woh seedha khada ho chuka tha. Baccha ab clearly achaa feel kar raha tha… ye baat jyoti ko aur sakun dete hai..usee apne aurat hone ka ahsas aur gahra lagta hai .....
Jyoti ne dheere se uske baal sahlaate hue kaha, “Pee… mera bacha...mera betu ....mummy ke jaan ...ache se pe.... mummy tujhse bahut pyar karti hai ..”
Sona ne aur zor se choosa. Uske haath ab maa ke doosre boob pe chale gaye the, use dabaate hue. Jyoti ki saans tez ho rahi thi. Uske andar abhi bhi Salim ka maal tha, lekin uske bete ka munh uske nipple pe lagna… woh alag hi nasha de raha tha.
Kamre mein sirf Sona ke choosne ki awaaz aur Jyoti ki halki, dheemi siskiyan thi.
Dono thak kar so gaye the usi gande bistar pe. Used condoms unke aas-paas bikhre hue the, sheets abhi bhi geeli aur khushbu se bhari hui.
Shaam hone ko aa rahi thi jab Jyoti ki nind khuli. Usne neeche dekha ...Sona uske seene pe chipka hua, chin se gehri nind mein soya hua. Uska pura muh uske ek boob ke andar ghusa hua tha. Nipple ab bhi uske jeebh ke neeche daba hua tha, thoda sa doodh abhi bhi uske honthon pe laga hua tha.. Sona ki saansen garam-garam uske cleavage pe pad rahi thi.
Jyoti ne dheere se apna haath uske baalon mein phiraaya, phir apne boob ko uske muh se khinch kar bahar nikaala. Nipple geela tha, thoda lal, aur abhi bhi sensitive. Jaise hi woh nikaala, Sona ki aankhein khul gayin. Woh thoda sa confuse sa dekhne laga, muh abhi bhi half-open, jaise doodh maang raha ho.
Jyoti ne uske gaal pe halka sa thapki di.
“Jaldi uth… sab saaf karna hai. Papa aane wale honge.”
Uske awaaz mein koi guilt nahi tha. Bilkul normal, jaise koi roz ka kaam bol rahi ho.
Sona dheere-dheere uth baitha. Jyoti ne turant bed se uthkar sare used condoms ikatthe kiye—ek-ek karke, bina kisi sharam ke. Kuch abhi bhi sticky the, unhe usne tissue se pakad ke kachre mein phenka. Sheets hataayi, pillows theek kiye. Kamra kuch minutes mein almost normal dikhne laga, bas uski khushbu ab bhi air mein thi—sex ki, pasiine ki, aur doodh ki.
Phir usne Sona ko bathroom bhej diya. “Naha le jaldi.”
Sona jab nahaane gaya, Jyoti ne khud bhi bathroom use kiya. Usne apne jism ko dhoya, lekin apne andar jo Salim ka maal tha usse bilkul touch nahi kiya. Woh jaan-boojhkar uske andar rehne diya. Nahaane ke baad usne laal colour ki soft salwar-suit pehni jo uske curves pe perfect baithti thi. Dupatta halka sa, cleavage thodi si open. Baal khule, lipstick light pink. Woh bilkul aisi ready hui jaise koi normal gharwali maa ho…
Kitchen mein jaake usne Sona ke liye nasta banana shuru kiya parathe, dahi, thodi si meethi cheez. Jab Sona naha kar kitchen mein aaya, usne peeche se uski kamar pakdi aur dheere se puchne ki koshish ki,
“Mummy… aaj… uncle ke saath…”
Jyoti ne turant uska muh band kar diya, apni ungli se.
“Shhh. Main khud bataungi tujhe baad me aur Papa ko kuch mat batana. Bilkul kuch nahi.”
Uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Bilkul confident. Jaise use pure yakeen ho ki uska beta ab uske control mein hai. Aur sach bhi yahi tha Sona uski har baat manta tha. Uske aankhon mein ab bhi wohi nasha tha jo dopahar mein shuru hua tha.
Sona thodi der chup raha, phir dheere se aage badha aur uske seene se chipak gaya. Jaise koi chhota baccha. Usne apne dono haath uske laal suit ke upar se uske boobs pe rakh diye aur dheere-dheere unhe dabaane laga, ghumana laga. Suit ke kapde ke through uske nipples pehle se hard ho chuke the. Sona unhe apni ungliyon se daba-daba kar khelne laga—bilkul aise jaise koi baccha apni maa ke boobs se khelta hai. Kabhi dabaata, kabhi unhe apne gaal se sahlata, kabhi suit ke neeche haath daalne ki koshish karta.
Jyoti ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh normal tarike se paratha belti rahi, gas pe rakhte rahi. Bas uski saansen thodi tez ho gayi thi. Kabhi-kabhi uske honth se halki si siski nikal jaati jab Sona ka haath uske nipple pe zor se dabaata. Usne apna ek haat se Sona ke sar ko apne seene pe aur zor se daba diya, jaise bol rahi ho—khelte raho.
Sona ab suit ke button kholne laga. Ek… do… teesra. Laal suit ka upar wala hissa dheere-dheere khul gaya. Jyoti ke bare boobs bahar nikal aaye abhi bhi thode geele, nipples dark aur khade. Sona ne turant apna muh unpe laga diya. Pehle ek, phir doosra. Doodh ab bhi aa raha tha. Woh choosta raha, haath se doosre boob ko masalta raha, jaise uska haq ho.
Story interesting lag rahi hai. Next update ka wait rahega 