Incest Meri hawas

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Patel Mumbai ke ek chhote se 2BHK flat mein apni maa Malini ke saath rehta tha. Malini 38 saal ki thi, lekin uska jism abhi bhi jawaan lagta tha. Uski skin ekdum gori-safed thi, jaise doodh. Aur uske boobs… bahut bade, bhari-bhari, jo uske kapdon ke andar se bhi clear dikhte the. Patel ko college jaate waqt har subah yeh nazar aata tha.
Patel 20 saal ka tha, first-year engineering ka student. Subah 7 baje uthkar bathroom mein nahaata, phir kitchen mein jaata jahaan Malini already chai bana rahi hoti. Us din bhi wahi scene tha.
Malini ne simple white cotton ka nighty pehna hua tha. Nighty ke upar se uske bade boobs ki shape bilkul clear thi. Jab woh jhuk kar chai ki kettle uthati, to uske boobs aage ko jhuk jaate aur Patel ki nazar wahan atak jaati. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho jaati. Woh jaanta tha yeh uski maa hai, lekin uski weakness yehi thi — bade, gori, soft looking boobs. Aur Malini ke to bilkul waisi thi.
“Patel, chai pi le beta. College late mat hona,” Malini ne soft awaaz mein kaha, bina peeche mudke.
Patel ne cup liya. Uske haath thoda kaamp rahe the. Woh kitchen ke counter ke paas khada tha aur Malini uske bilkul saamne thi. Nighty ka deep neck line uske cleavage ko partially dikha raha tha. Safed skin, soft looking, aur size itna ki Patel ki saans ruk si gayi.
Woh sochne laga — “Maa… itni badi… itni gori…”
Malini ne uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par normal maa wala pyaar tha, lekin Patel ki nazar uske boobs se nahi hat rahi thi. Malini ne notice kiya, lekin kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskura di.
“Aaj late mat aana. Main dinner banaungi,” usne kaha.
Patel ne sir haan mein hilaya, cup rakh diya aur apna bag uthaya. Door ke paas jaate waqt usne ek last baar peeche mudkar dekha. Malini kitchen mein khadi thi, thoda aage jhuki hui, chai ki cheeni daalte hue. Uske boobs uske body ke weight se thoda jhul rahe the. Patel ka lund uske pant mein thoda tight ho gaya.
Woh door se nikal gaya, lekin uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi cheez ghoom rahi thi — Malini ke bade, safed, soft boobs.
College jaate hue rickshaw mein baithkar bhi woh sochta raha. “Main kya soch raha hoon… yeh meri maa hai… lekin…”
Uske andar ek ajeeb si hunger jag uthi thi. Aur woh hunger sirf ek cheez se related thi — un bade boobs se.Patel college pahunch gaya. Mumbai ke us engineering college ka gate cross karte hi uske dimaag se Malini ke bade safed boobs thode time ke liye hat gaye, lekin poori tarah nahi. Woh apne class ke taraf ja raha tha jab uska best friend Hita usse mil gaya.
Hita uska childhood ka dost tha. Dono pehle se saath padhte aaye the. Hita thoda chhota sa, slim, aur hamesha hasi-mazak mein rehta tha. Usne Patel ko dekhte hi zor se uske kandhe pe haath maara.
“Arre Patel! Aaj late kyun aa gaya be? Subah uthne mein late ho gaya kya?” Hita ne has-has ke poocha.
Patel ne muskuraate hue jawab diya, “Haan yaar… thoda late ho gaya. Maa ne chai banayi thi, usi mein time lag gaya.”
Dono canteen ke taraf chal diye. College ka canteen subah ke time se hi bheed se bhara hota tha. Students chai, coffee, aur samose le rahe the. Patel aur Hita ek corner wali table pe baith gaye. Hita ne do cutting chai mangwayi.
Hita baat karte-karte bolta gaya, “Yaar aaj professor ne assignment diya hai, woh bohot tough lag raha hai. Tu help karega na?”
Patel haan mein sir hilaya, lekin uska dhyan kahin aur tha. Uske mind mein baar-baar woh scene aa raha tha — Malini kitchen mein white nighty mein, bade boobs aage ko jhuke hue, soft safed skin, cleavage dikhta hua. Patel ki saans thodi tez ho gayi. Usne chai ka cup uthaya aur ek bada sa ghoont piya taaki uska chehra normal dikhe.
Hita ne notice kiya. “Kya hua be? Itna soch kyun raha hai? Koi problem hai kya ghar pe?”
Patel ne jhat se jawab diya, “Nahi yaar… kuch nahi. Bas thoda tension hai assignment ko leke.”
Lekin andar se woh jhoot bol raha tha. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Woh soch raha tha ki ghar lautkar phir se Malini ko dekhne ko milega. Uske bade, heavy, gori boobs… Patel ko apne aap pe gussa aa raha tha, lekin uski weakness usse control nahi karne de rahi thi.
Class start hone wali thi. Dono uthkar lecture hall ki taraf chal diye. Raaste mein Hita kisi ladki ke baare mein baat kar raha tha jo unke batch mein thi, lekin Patel ki sunne ki power kam ho gayi thi. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi image ghoom rahi thi — Malini ka jism, uske boobs ka size, unki softness ka khayal.
Lecture hall mein baithte hi professor aaye aur padhana shuru kiya. Patel notebook khol kar baith gaya, lekin uski nazar board pe nahi thi. Woh soch raha tha…
“Aaj shaam ghar jaunga… maa shayad phir se usi nighty mein hongi… ya phir koi aur loose kapda… uske boobs itne bade hain ki kisi bhi kapde mein dikhte hain…”
Uske pant mein thoda pressure feel hone laga. Patel ne apne aap ko control kiya. Hita uske bagal mein baitha tha aur notes bana raha tha. Patel ne bhi force karke padhna shuru kiya, lekin beech-beech mein uske khayalat ghar ki taraf chale jaate.
Break ke time phir se dono canteen gaye. Hita ne kaha, “Yaar aaj shaam ko ground pe cricket khelenge? Kuch dost bhi aayenge.”
Patel ne socha. Usse cricket khelne ka mann nahi tha. Woh jaldi ghar jaana chahta tha. “Nahi yaar… aaj nahi. Mujhe ghar pe kuch kaam hai. Maa ne kaha tha late mat aana.”
Hita ne ajeeb si nazar se dekha. “Theek hai, jaise tera mann. Kal milte hain.”
College khatam hua. Patel apna bag uthakar gate ki taraf nikal pada. Rickshaw pakadte waqt uske dimaag mein ek hi soch thi — aaj ghar jaakar Malini ko dekhna hai. Uske bade safed boobs… uski weakness usse pareshan kar rahi thi, lekin usse is feeling se door bhi nahi hona tha.
Rickshaw chalne laga. Mumbai ki traffic mein stuck hote hue bhi Patel bas yeh sochta raha ki ghar pahunchte hi kya scene hoga.Patel rickshaw mein baitha tha. Mumbai ki garmi aur traffic ka shor uske kaan mein aa raha tha, lekin uska dimaag bilkul alag jagah tha. Uske andar ek badi si jung chal rahi thi.
Ek taraf uska dimaag zor-zor se chillata tha — “Yeh teri maa hai, Patel. Malini teri maa hai. Uske saath aise sochna bilkul galat hai. Yeh paap hai. Yeh incest hai. Agar kisi ne jaan liya to tera jeena haraam ho jayega. Tu paagal ho gaya hai kya?”
Doosri taraf uska jism, uski weakness, uski aankhein… woh sab alag bol rahe the. Uske mind mein baar-baar woh scene ghoom raha tha — subah kitchen mein Malini white nighty mein, jhukte waqt uske bade, bhari, ekdum gori-safed boobs aage ko latak rahe the. Soft looking, heavy, aur itne size ke ki Patel ki saans atak jaati thi. Uske lund ko yaad aate hi tight feel hota tha.
Patel ne aankhein band kar li. Usne apne aap se sawaal kiya, “Main kya kar raha hoon? Main apni maa ke boobs dekh kar excited ho raha hoon… yeh normal nahi hai. Koi normal beta aisa nahi sochta.”
Lekin phir uske andar se ek aur awaaz aayi — “Lekin woh itni attractive kyun hai? 38 saal ki hone ke baad bhi uske boobs itne firm aur bade kaise hain? Skin itni safed… jaise kisi model ki. Main control kyun nahi kar pa raha?”
Uske dil mein guilt aur desire dono ek saath lad rahe the. Guilt kehti thi ki woh ek ganda beta hai, jo apni maa ko sexual nazar se dekh raha hai. Desire kehti thi ki uski weakness hi aisi hai — bade boobs. Aur duniya mein usse zyada bade aur gori boobs kisi ke nahi dikhte the uske aas-paas. College ki ladkiyon ke bhi the, lekin Malini ke jaise nahi. Malini ke to natural, heavy, aur uske ghar mein har waqt maujood.
Rickshaw ruk-ruk kar chal raha tha. Patel ne socha, “Agar main aaj ghar jaakar usse normal tarah se greet karun… aankhein uske chehre pe rakhun, boobs pe nahi… to shayad yeh feeling kam ho jaye.”
Lekin turant uske dimaag ne jawab diya, “Tu jhoot bol raha hai. Tu jaanta hai ki jaise hi tu usse dekhega, teri nazar seedha uske boobs pe chali jayegi. Tu unhe feel karna chahta hai. Unhe haath lagana chahta hai. Unhe… ”
Patel ne apne haath se apna matha ragda. “Bas kar! Yeh sochna band kar!”
Uske andar sharm bhi thi. Woh soch raha tha ki agar Hita ko pata chal jaye to woh kya kahega. “Yaar tu apni maa ko dekh kar hard ho raha hai? Tu paagal hai.” Society, morals, sanskar… sab kuch uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Usne hamesha Malini ko respect diya tha. Woh uski maa thi, jisne usse pala-posaa tha. Ab wahi maa uski sexual fantasy ban gayi thi.
Conflict aur gehra ho gaya. Ek hissa kehta tha ki yeh sirf temporary hai, thode din baad khud-ba-khud khatam ho jayega. Doosra hissa kehta tha ki nahi… yeh feeling badhti ja rahi hai. Har subah, har shaam, har baar jab Malini uske saamne aati hai, yeh hunger badh jaati hai.
Patel ne deep breath liya. Usne decide kiya ki aaj woh try karega control karne ka. Ghar jaakar normal rahega. Maa se baat karega, dinner karega, aur jaldi so jayega. Shayad kal subah yeh sab kam ho jaye.
Lekin uske dil ke ek kone mein ek chhoti si awaaz ab bhi keh rahi thi — “Tu control nahi kar payega. Tu un boobs ko dekhna chahta hai. Tu unhe chahta hai…”
Rickshaw uske society ke gate pe ruk gaya. Patel ne paise diye aur utar pada. Uske pair ghar ki taraf badh rahe the, lekin uska dimaag ab bhi usi internal jung mein uljha hua tha — beta hone ka farz ek taraf, aur uski dark desire doosri taraf.Garmiyon ke din the. Mumbai ki garmi apni poori shiddat pe thi. Bahar ka temperature itna tha ki sirf bahar khade rehne se pasina nikalne lagta tha. Patel ne rickshaw se utarte hi mehsoos kiya. Uske shirt pe pehle se hi pasine ke dhabbe the. Woh seedha ghar ki taraf badha, dimaag mein ab bhi wohi internal conflict chal raha tha — maa hai, galat hai, lekin…
Usne key se door khola aur andar gaya. Flat ke andar bhi fan chal raha tha, lekin garmi kam nahi ho rahi thi. Kitchen se khane ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Patel ne bag sofa pe phenka aur kitchen ki taraf badha.
Wahan Malini khadi thi.
Usne white blouse pehna hua tha — simple, cotton ka, lekin garmi ki wajah se bilkul pasine se bheeg chuka tha. Blouse uske jism se chipak gaya tha. Uske bade, bhari boobs bilkul clear dikh rahe the. White kapda geela hone ki wajah se transparent sa ho gaya tha. Uske bra ka shape, nipple ke around ka dark circle, aur boobs ka heavy size… sab kuch Patel ki aankhon ke saamne tha. Malini stove pe khana bana rahi thi, thoda aage jhuki hui. Jab woh spatula chalaati, uske boobs thoda-thoda hilte the. Pasina uske cleavage se behte hue neeche ki taraf ja raha tha. Gori skin chamak rahi thi.
Patel wahi ruk gaya. Uske pair jaise jam gaye. Uske dimaag mein phir se woh jung shuru ho gayi.
“Yeh teri maa hai… dekhna band kar… nazar hata…” ek awaaz kehti.
Lekin doosri awaaz zor se bolti, “Dekh le… kitne bade hain… geele ho rakhe hain… kapda chipak gaya hai… soft… heavy…”
Uske lund ne turant react kiya. Pant mein tightness feel hone lagi. Patel ne apne honth kaate. Woh chahta tha ki woh peeche hat jaye, lekin uski aankhein Malini ke boobs pe atki hui thin. White blouse itna geela tha ki uske nipples ki shape tak thodi-thodi clear ho rahi thi. Pasine ki wajah se kapda uske curves pe chipka hua tha.
Malini ne peeche mudkar dekha. Uske chehre pe bhi pasina tha. Baal thode bikhre hue the.
“Arre Patel, aa gaya? Itni garmi mein… jaldi se naha le. Main khana laga deti hoon,” usne normal maa wali awaaz mein kaha.
Patel ne muh se sirf “Haan… maa…” nikaala. Uski awaaz thodi bhaari thi. Woh abhi bhi usi jagah khada tha. Malini ne uski nazar notice ki. Uske boobs pe. Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas thoda sa muskura di aur phir se stove ki taraf mud gayi.
Jab woh phir se jhuki, to uske bade boobs aage ko aur zyada pressure se blouse mein dab gaye. Geela white kapda unke shape ko aur clear kar raha tha. Patel ki saans tez ho gayi. Uske dimaag mein guilt aur lust ek saath dhamaka kar rahe the.
“Main kya kar raha hoon… main apni maa ko is tarah dekh raha hoon… uske pasine se bheege boobs… main unhe touch karna chahta hoon… feel karna chahta hoon…”
Usne zor se apni aankhein band ki, phir kholi. Malini ab bhi khana bana rahi thi, bilkul befikr. Usse nahi pata tha ki uska beta uske peeche khada hokar uske jism ko is nazar se dekh raha hai. Patel ka haath apne aap uske pant ke upar chala gaya, lekin usne turant hata liya.
Woh sochne laga, “Aaj control karna hai… aaj nahi… yeh galat hai…”
Lekin uski aankhein phir se wahi chali gayin — un bade, pasine se chamakte, white blouse mein chipke hue boobs pe. Garmiyon ka yeh din, yeh scene, uske internal conflict ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Desire ab guilt se zyada zor pakadti ja rahi thi.

 

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Patel kitchen se nikalte hi seedha washroom ki taraf badha. Usne door band kiya aur kapde utarne shuru kiye. Shirt, pant, underwear… sab floor pe gira diya. Woh nanga ho gaya. Mirror ke saamne khade hokar usne apne aap ko dekha. Uske lund bilkul khada tha — tight, hard, aur thoda sa pre-cum nikalta hua. Garmiyon ki garmi aur abhi kitchen mein dekha hua scene… sab milkar usse paagal kar raha tha.
Usne shower on kiya. paani uske jism pe girne laga. Patel ne aankhein band kar li aur apna lund haath mein pakad liya. Dheere-dheere hilane laga. Uske dimaag mein imagination shuru ho gayi… bilkul clear, bilkul real.
Imagination mein…
Washroom ka door dheere se khula. Shalini andar aa gayi. Usne white blouse aur saree pehni hui thi, lekin ab bhi pasine se geeli. Usne pehle saree ki pallu hatayi, phir blouse ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek-ek karke. Blouse khula to uske bade, bhari, gori boobs bra ke andar se nikal aaye. Usne bra bhi utar diya. Boobs azaad ho gaye — heavy, soft, nipples thode tight. Phir usne saree bilkul hata di aur panty bhi neeche gira di. Woh poori nangi ho gayi. Gori skin, bade boobs, aur neeche ka clean, soft pussy.
Shalini ne Patel ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskuraahat thi — maa wali nahi, bilkul alag. Woh uske paas aayi. Usne apna haath badhaakar Patel ke khade lund ko pakad liya. Garam, soft haath. Usne dheere-dheere upar-neeche karna shuru kiya.
“Beta… itna hard kyun hai…?” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.
Phir Shalini ne apne dono bade boobs dono haathon se uthaye aur Patel ke mun ke paas le gayi. Usne apne nipples uske honthon pe rakh diye. Patel ne mun khola aur ek bada sa boob apne mun mein le liya. Soft, garam, pasine ki halki smell. Usne chusna shuru kiya — zor se, bhookha ki tarah. Tongue se nipple ko ghumana, daanton se halka kaatna. Doosra boob uske face pe dab raha tha. Shalini uske lund ko ab bhi hilaye ja rahi thi — tez, tight grip mein.
“Chus le beta… apni maa ke boobs… itne bade hain na… tujhe yahi chahiye the…” Shalini imagination mein bol rahi thi.
Patel ke mun mein ek boob tha, doosra uske face pe. Woh dono haathon se uske boobs ko dabaye hue tha — soft flesh uski ungliyon ke beech se nikal raha tha. Shalini ne apna jism uske aur paas kiya. Uske nange jism ka touch, uske boobs ka weight, uske haath ka motion uske lund pe… sab milkar Patel ko edge pe le aaya.
Imagination mein Shalini ne apne knees pe baithkar uske lund ko apne boobs ke beech le liya. Titjob. Bade soft boobs se uske lund ko dabakar upar-neeche. Phir phir se mun mein le liya — pehle lund, phir wapas apne boobs uske mun mein.
Patel ka haath ab real mein bhi tez chal raha tha. Shower ka paani uske jism pe gir raha tha. Uske mun se halki-halki awaazein nikal rahi thin. Imagination itni strong thi ki usse lag raha tha jaise Shalini sach mein wahan hai — nangi, uske lund ko pakde hue, apne bade gori boobs uske mun mein thool rahi hai.
Woh soch raha tha… “Maa… tere yeh boobs… main inhe roz chusna chahta hoon… inhe dabana chahta hoon… tera lund pe rakhna chahta hoon…”
Uski saans tez ho gayi. Lund aur hard. Imagination mein Shalini uske kaan mein keh rahi thi, “Nikal de beta… apni maa ke boobs pe nikal de…”
Patel ka jism akad gaya. Real mein usne zor se hilaya aur cum nikal aaya — strong jets, shower ke paani ke saath mix hote hue. Usne wall pakad li. Saans bhaari thi. Imagination abhi bhi chal rahi thi… Shalini ke nange jism ka scene, uske boobs uske mun mein, uske haath uske lund pe.
Thodi der baad usne aankhein kholi. Washroom khaali tha. Sirf woh nanga khada tha, cum uske haath pe aur floor pe. Guilt phir se aaya… lekin is baar desire ke saamne kamzor tha. Usne paani se khud ko saaf kiya, lekin dimaag se woh scene nahi hat raha tha — Shalini nangi, uske boobs uske mun mein, uske lund ko pakde hue.

 

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Patel ne washroom se bahar aate hi deep breath liya. Paani se nahaane ke baad uska jism thoda relax ho gaya tha, lekin dimaag ab bhi usi imagination se bhara hua tha. Usne towel se baal poonchhe, fresh clothes pehne — simple t-shirt aur shorts. Lounge mein aaya to dekha ki table pe khana lag chuka tha. Do platein, roti, sabzi, daal… normal ghar ka scene.
Shalini kitchen se nikal kar aa rahi thi. Ab bhi usi white blouse mein. Garmiyon ki wajah se blouse poori tarah pasine se chipka hua tha. Uske bade boobs ka shape bilkul clear tha. Kapda geela hone ki wajah se uske nipples ki halki outline bhi dikh rahi thi. Patel ki nazar turant wahan chali gayi. Uske shorts mein lund phir se thoda tight hone laga. Woh apne aap ko control karte hue table pe baith gaya.
Shalini ne uske liye plate aage badhayi. “Khana kha le beta. Bahut thak gaya hoga college se.”
Patel ne uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe pasina chamak raha tha. Baal maathe pe chipke hue the. Blouse ke through uske heavy boobs har saans ke saath thoda-thoda hil rahe the. Patel ka lund aur tight ho gaya. Usne force karke nazar hatayi aur bola, awaaz thodi bhaari thi…
“Please maa… jaake naha lo. Bahut garmi hai. Sara pasina-pasina ho gayi ho aap. Main khaata rehta hoon, aap fresh ho jao.”
Shalini ne uski baat suni. Uske chehre pe ek soft muskaan aa gayi. “Theek hai beta. Tu khaate reh. Main jaldi aa jati hoon.”
Woh uthkar washroom ki taraf chali gayi. Patel ne uske peeche jaate hue dekha — uski kamar ka slight movement, blouse mein chipke bade boobs ka weight, aur wet kapdon ka scene. Uske shorts mein tightness badh gayi. Woh khana khane ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin uska dhyan poora washroom ki taraf tha.
Washroom ka scene…
Shalini andar gayi aur door band kiya. Usne pehle mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha. White blouse bilkul geela tha, uske jism se chipka hua. Usne dheere-dheere buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek… do… teen… Blouse khula to uske bade, bhari boobs bra ke andar se nikal aaye. Usne bra ke hook peeche se khole. Bra utarte hi uske boobs azaad ho gaye — heavy, soft, gori skin pe pasine ki boondien chamak rahi thin. Nipples thode tight the garmi ki wajah se. Usne apne dono haathon se unhe thoda upar kiya, jaise weight feel kar rahi ho, phir chhod diya. Boobs neeche ki taraf soft bounce ke saath aaye.
Phir usne saree ki petticoat aur panty utari. Panty geeli thi pasine se. Woh poori nangi ho gayi. Mirror mein uska poora jism dikh raha tha — bade boobs, slim waist, soft thighs, aur neeche clean pussy. Usne shower on kiya. Pehle thanda paani, phir garam.
Paani uske jism pe girne laga. Shalini ne aankhein band kar li. Paani uske baalon se hota hua uske face pe, phir uske bade boobs pe gir raha tha. Paani ki dhaar uske nipples pe se behte hue neeche cleavage se hoti hui uske pet tak ja rahi thi. Usne dono haathon se apne boobs ko pakad liya. Soft flesh uski ungliyon ke beech dab gaya. Usne unhe dheere-dheere massage kiya — circular motion mein. Paani unke upar se beh raha tha, soap lagaate hue woh unhe aur zor se dabane lagi. Nipples uski ungliyon ke neeche the, woh unhe halka pinch karti to unke chehre pe ek soft expression aa jaata.
Usne soap poore jism pe lagaya. Haath uske pet pe, phir neeche thighs pe, phir wapas upar uske boobs pe. Woh unhe uthati, dabati, paani se dhoti. Har baar jab woh jhukti, uske bade boobs aage ko latak jaate aur paani unke neeche se guzarta. Usne apne baal dhoye, phir phir se apne boobs ko paani se saaf kiya. Lambi der tak woh unhe touch karti rahi — jaise khud unke size aur softness ko feel kar rahi ho.
Shower ke neeche khadi hokar usne ek minute ke liye aankhein band ki. Paani uske nange jism pe gir raha tha. Uske boobs paani ki dhaar mein hil rahe the. Usne unhe dono haathon se dabaya, nipples ko ungliyon se ghumaya, aur dheere se saans li. Phir usne paani band kiya.
Towel se pehle apne baal poonchhe, phir apne jism ko. Jab towel uske boobs pe gaya to usne unhe thoda press kiya. Soft, heavy, aur ab paani se saaf. Usne naya clean nightdress pehna — halka sa cotton ka, loose, lekin uske bade boobs uske andar bhi clear shape de rahe the. Bra nahi pehna tha garmi ki wajah se. Nightdress ke through uske nipples ki halki outline dikh rahi thi.
Woh door kholne se pehle ek baar phir mirror mein dekhi. Phir muskura di aur bahar nikal aayi.
Patel table pe baitha hua tha. Usne khana almost kha liya tha, lekin uska dhyan poora washroom pe tha. Jab Shalini bahar aayi — fresh, nightdress mein, baal geele, aur bina bra ke bade boobs halka sa bounce karte hue — to Patel ka lund phir se pure tarah tight ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi woh imagination thi… aur ab real mein uski maa fresh hokar uske saamne thi.Shalini washroom se bahar aayi to uske geele baal kandhon pe gir rahe the. Halka cotton ka nightdress uske jism pe tha, bina bra ke. Garmiyon ki wajah se usne bra nahi pehna tha. Uske bade boobs nightdress ke andar free the, har kadam ke saath halka sa bounce kar rahe the. Usne Patel ko table pe baitha hua dekha. Uske bete ki nazar turant uske jism pe gayi — pehle uske geele baalon pe, phir seedha uske boobs pe.
Shalini ke andar ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hua.
Woh table ke paas aayi aur baith gayi. Patel usse dekh raha tha, bilkul chhupane ki koshish nahi kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein wohi bhook thi jo subah kitchen mein thi, jo abhi washroom se pehle thi. Shalini ne notice kiya. Uske dil mein pehle maternal concern aaya — “Mera beta thaka hua hai, garmi mein pareshan hai…” lekin uske turant baad ek doosra khayal aaya.
Usne mehsoos kiya ki Patel ki nazar uske boobs pe atki hui hai. Nightdress ke thin kapde se uske nipples ki outline thodi clear thi. Shalini ke andar ek halka sa self-consciousness jagaa. Usne socha, “Yeh is tarah kyun dekh raha hai? Pehle bhi dekh raha tha… jab main pasine se bheegi hui thi. Uski aankhein meri chest pe hi ruk jaati hain.”
Uske dil mein confusion tha. Ek taraf woh maa thi — jo apne bete ki care karti thi, jo usse college bhejti thi, khana khilati thi. Doosri taraf uske andar ek aur awaaz thi jo keh rahi thi ki uska beta usse ab sirf maa ki nazar se nahi dekh raha. Uske bade boobs, uski gori skin, garmi mein pasine se chipka hua jism… Patel ko attract kar raha tha.
Shalini ne apne aap se poocha, “Kya main zyada reveal kar rahi hoon? Kya mujhe bra pehen lena chahiye tha?” Lekin usne nahi pehna tha. Garmi itni thi ki usse tight bra pasand nahi aati thi. Ab uske boobs free the, aur uska beta unhe dekh raha tha.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si feeling uth rahi thi. Guilt nahi… balki ek halki si awareness. Usne mehsoos kiya ki jab Patel usse dekh raha hai to uske nipples thode tight ho rahe hain. Nightdress ke andar. Yeh feeling uske liye nayi thi. Usne kabhi apne bete ko is nazar se nahi dekha tha, lekin ab uski aankhon mein jo bhook thi, woh usse ignore nahi ho rahi thi.
Shalini ne dheere se saans li. Usne socha, “Main 38 saal ki hoon… mera jism ab bhi aisa hai. Boobs bade hain, heavy hain. Patel ab jawaan hai… shayad uski nazar kisi bhi aurat pe chali jati. Lekin yeh nazar… yeh alag hai. Yeh meri taraf hai.”
Uske dimaag mein subah ka scene aa gaya — jab woh white blouse mein pasine se bheegi hui thi aur Patel kitchen mein khada hokar usse dekh raha tha. Usne us din bhi notice kiya tha, lekin ignore kar diya tha. Ab ignore karna mushkil ho raha tha. Uske bete ki aankhon mein clear desire thi.
Shalini ke andar ek chhoti si, chhupi hui feeling jagah rahi thi. Woh soch rahi thi ki kya uska beta uske bare mein aise sochta hai? Kya woh uske boobs ko touch karna chahta hai? Yeh sochte hi uske jism mein ek halki si gudgudi si hui. Usne apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki. “Yeh galat hai… yeh mera beta hai… main aisa kaise soch sakti hoon?”
Lekin uski nazar phir se Patel pe gayi. Uske bete ka chehra thoda flushed tha. Uske shorts mein halka sa bulge dikh raha tha. Shalini ki aankhein wahan ruk gayin for a second, phir usne turant nazar hata li. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Uske andar guilt aur ek ajeeb si curiosity dono ek saath the.
Woh soch rahi thi, “Main kya karun? Kya main usse kuch kahun? Kya main apne kapde change kar loon?” Lekin usne kuch nahi kiya. Bas table pe baithi rahi, khana serve karti rahi, lekin uska dimaag ab shant nahi tha. Uske bade boobs nightdress ke andar free the, aur uska beta unhe dekh raha tha. Yeh ehsaas uske andar ek naya, dangerous sa tension paida kar raha tha — maa hone ka farz ek taraf, aur uske jism ki awareness doosri taraf.

 

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Patel table pe baitha hua tha. Uske saamne khana tha, lekin uska dhyan bilkul nahi tha. Shalini uske saamne nightdress mein baithi thi — geele baal, bina bra ke bade boobs, thin kapde se nipples ki halki shape. Patel ka lund shorts mein pure tarah tight tha. Uske perspective se desire ab ek simple attraction nahi thi… woh ek gehra, complex, aur almost uncontrollable force ban chuka tha.
Uske liye desire ka matlab ab sirf “bade boobs pasand hain” nahi tha. Yeh uski maa ke boobs the. Shalini ke. Jis aurat ne usse janam diya, jisne usse pala, jisne har subah uske liye chai banayi. Us desire ke peeche ek bada sa moral weight tha. Patel ke dimaag mein baar-baar yeh baat ghoomti thi ki yeh galat hai, yeh paap hai, yeh incest hai. Agar duniya ko pata chale to woh kabhi mu nahi dikha payega. Hita ko pata chale to dosti khatam. Society, relatives, sab kuch.
Lekin uske jism ka perspective bilkul alag tha. Uske liye Shalini ka jism ab duniya ki sabse attractive cheez ban chuka tha. Uske bade, heavy, gori boobs… unka size, unki softness ka khayal, pasine se geele hone pe unka shape, nightdress mein free hokar bounce karna… yeh sab uske lund ko turant react karne pe majboor kar deta tha. Patel ke liye desire ab visual se aage badh chuki thi. Woh unhe dekhna hi nahi chahta tha. Woh unhe feel karna chahta tha. Unhe haath mein lena, dabana, mun mein lena, chusna. Washroom wali imagination ne us desire ko aur gehra kar diya tha. Ab woh sirf soch nahi raha tha… woh experience kar chuka tha apne dimaag mein.
Uske perspective mein guilt aur lust ek continuous tug-of-war mein the. Guilt kehti thi — “Yeh teri maa hai. Tu usse respect kar. Nazar hata. Control kar.” Lust kehti thi — “Uske boobs dekh. Kitne bade hain. Kitne soft honge. Tu unhe chhoo sakta hai. Woh tere ghar mein hai. Har roz.” Har baar jab Shalini uske saamne aati, lust jeet jaati. Control sirf thodi der ke liye hota, phir toot jaata.
Patel yeh bhi samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki yeh desire itni strong kyun hai. College mein kai ladkiyan thin, kuch ke boobs bhi the, lekin kisi ne usse itna affect nahi kiya. Shalini ke boobs alag the. Unka size, unki gori skin, unka weight, aur sabse badi baat — woh uski maa ke the. Forbidden hone ki wajah se desire aur tez ho rahi thi. Jo cheez mana ho, woh aur attractive lagti hai. Patel ke liye yeh forbidden fruit tha… aur woh usse khaane ke liye taras raha tha.
Uske andar ek aur layer thi. Woh chahta tha ki Shalini bhi uski desire ko sense kare. Jab woh usse dekh rahi thi to uske chehre pe jo expression tha, usse Patel ko laga ki maa ne notice kar liya hai. Yeh soch uske lund ko aur hard karti thi. Uske perspective mein desire ab one-sided nahi thi… thodi reciprocity ki bhook bhi aa rahi thi. Woh sochta tha — “Kya maa bhi kuch feel kar rahi hai? Kya uske nipples is liye tight hain kyunki main dekh raha hoon?”
Patel ke liye yeh desire ab sirf physical nahi thi. Yeh uske identity se takra rahi thi. Woh beta tha… lekin ab woh apni maa ko sexual object ki tarah dekh raha tha. Yeh dual identity usse andar se khaa rahi thi. Ek hissa kehta tha ki woh ek ganda, abnormal ladka hai. Doosra hissa kehta tha ki uski weakness natural hai, aur Shalini ka jism us weakness ko perfect tarah feed kar raha hai.
Ab uske perspective mein desire jeetti ja rahi thi. Har naya scene — wet blouse, nangi imagination, ab bina bra ke nightdress — us desire ko aur feed kar raha tha. Control kamzor padta ja raha tha. Patel jaanta tha ki agar yeh aise hi chalta raha to ek din woh sirf dekhne se aage badh jayega. Aur yeh soch usse daraati bhi thi… aur excite bhi karti thi.
Uske liye desire ab ek nasha ban chuka tha. Aur Shalini us nasha ka source thi.Shalini ne apni plate aage badhayi aur khana khane lagi. Roti todte hue uske bade boobs nightdress ke andar thoda-thoda hil rahe the. Bina bra ke unka weight clear tha. Patel uske saamne baitha hua tha. Woh thodi der tak bas usse dekhta raha. Uske geele baal, uske soft lips jab woh roti muh mein leti, uske heavy breasts ka slight movement… sab kuch uske dimaag mein record ho raha tha.
Uske shorts mein lund ab bhi tight tha. Usne force karke apni nazar hatayi, last bite liya aur plate aage badha di. Phir uthkhada hua.
“Maa, main sone ja raha hoon,” usne kaha. Awaaz normal rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin thodi bhaari thi.
Shalini ne upar dekhkar muskura diya. “Theek hai beta. Acche se so ja. Kal college hai.”
Patel ne sir hilaya aur seedha apne kamre ki taraf chal diya. Door band kiya. Andar aate hi usne lights dim ki aur bed pe let gaya. Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue uske dimaag ne turant control todo diya.
“Kya sexy maa hai meri…” usne dheere se socha.
Uske saamne Shalini ka poora jism ghoomne laga. Pehle woh bade, heavy, gori boobs — subah wet white blouse mein chipke hue, phir nightdress mein free bounce karte hue, bina bra ke. Unka size, unki softness ka khayal, nipples ki outline. Patel ne apne lund ko shorts ke upar se dabaaya. Hard tha.
Phir uske khayal neeche gaye. Shalini ki gaand. Jab woh kitchen mein kaam karti thi ya washroom ki taraf jaati thi, uski tight, rounded gaand nightdress ke peeche se clear dikhti thi. Soft, shapely, aur thodi si heavy. Patel sochne laga ki uski maa ki gaand kitni soft hogi. Haath mein lene pe kaisa feel hoga. Usse dabane pe, alag karne pe…
Usne aankhein band kar li. Dimag mein scene banane laga — Shalini nangi, uske bade boobs uske mun mein, aur uski gaand uske haathon mein. Uske lund ne aur zor se dhakka maara. Patel ne shorts ke andar haath daal diya aur apne lund ko pakad liya. Dheere-dheere hilane laga.
“Maa… tere yeh boobs… teri yeh gaand… main kya karun…” uske mun se halki awaaz nikal rahi thi.
Woh sochta raha — uski maa kitni sexy hai. 38 saal ki hone ke baavjood jism aisa jaise kisi young aurat ka. Bade boobs, soft gaand, gori skin. Har baar jab woh usse dekhta, uska control toot jaata. Aaj bhi wahi hua. Khana khate waqt bhi bas uske jism ko hi dekhta raha.
Thodi der baad usne cum nikaal diya. Body thodi si hilti rahi, phir relax ho gayi. Usne saans liya. Guilt phir se aaya, lekin ab kamzor tha. Desire ne usse cover kar liya tha.
Doosri taraf…
Shalini ne apna khana khatam kiya. Plate kitchen mein rakh di. Usne Patel ke kamre ki taraf ek nazar daali. Door band tha. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi uski wahi nazar ghoom rahi thi — jab beta uske boobs ko dekh raha tha. Usne halki si saans li, lights band ki, aur apne kamre mein chali gayi.
Usne nightdress pehne hue hi bed pe let gayi. Geelen baal pillow pe failaye. Andar andhere mein uske bade boobs free the. Usne unhe ek baar haath se touch kiya, phir aankhein band kar li. Neend dheere-dheere aa rahi thi, lekin uske dimaag mein ab bhi uske bete ki woh hungry nazar thi.

 

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Subah ke almost 7 baj rahe the. Garmiyon ki subah bhi garmi liye hue thi. Shalini apne bed se uthi. Usne same nightdress pehna hua tha. Baal thode bikhre the. Usne pehle apne face pe paani maara, phir Patel ke kamre ki taraf badhi. Har subah ki tarah usse uthane ke liye.
Usne door pe halka knock kiya. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Usne dheere se door khola.
Andar Patel nanga leta hua tha.
Chadar bilkul hatii hui thi. Uske jism pe sirf subah ki halki roshni pad rahi thi. Uske lund bilkul nanga tha — thoda soft, lekin uspe saaf cum ke dried daag lage hue the. Raat wali uski khudki ke nishaan. Thode se white stains uske pet pe bhi the, aur lund ke around.
Shalini wahi ruk gayi. Uske pair jaise jam gaye. Usne pehle uske chehre ko dekha — beta so raha tha, shaant. Phir uski nazar neeche chali gayi. Seedha uske lund pe. Cum ke daag clear the. Usne thodi der tak bas dekha. Uski saans thodi tez ho gayi. Uske bade boobs nightdress ke andar uski tezi se dhadkan ke saath hil rahe the.
Woh sochne lagi…
“Yeh kya hai… mere bete ke lund pe… cum ke daag…?”
Usne aur kareeb jaakar dekha. Patel abhi bhi so raha tha. Shalini ki aankhein uske lund pe atki hui thin. Size, shape, aur un dried stains ko dekhte hue uske dimaag mein baat ghoomne lagi. Thodi der tak woh chupchaap khadi rahi, bas dekhte hue. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa mix feeling utha — shock, confusion, aur kuch aur jo woh samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Phir usne apne aap ko control kiya. Usne Patel ko touch nahi kiya. Bas dheere se peeche hati, door ko almost band kiya, aur wapas apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi.
Apne kamre mein aate hi usne door band kiya aur bed pe baith gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne apne haath se apna seena dabaaya. Nightdress ke andar uske boobs tight feel ho rahe the.
Uske dimaag mein khayal aane lage…
“Isko kya ho gaya hai…? Itna accha beta tha mera. Hamesha respectful, seedha-saadha. College jaata hai, padhta hai, meri baat manta hai. Phir yeh kya kar raha hai…?”
Woh sochti rahi. “Raat ko yeh akele apne lund ko hilata hai… aur cum nikaalta hai. Aur yeh daag… yeh isliye hain kyunki woh mujhe dekh-dekh kar karta hai. Kal bhi… jab main pasine se bheegi hui thi, jab main nightdress mein thi… uski nazar meri chest pe thi. Mere boobs pe. Meri gaand pe.”
Shalini ke chehre pe tension aa gayi. “Main maa hoon… woh mera beta hai. Woh mujhe dekh kar aise kyun excite hota hai? Mere bade boobs… meri body… usse itna affect karti hai kya?”
Uske andar guilt bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek aur feeling thi jo usse pareshan kar rahi thi. Usne yaad kiya kaise Patel ki aankhein uske jism pe rukti thin. Kaise uske shorts mein bulge dikhta tha. Ab yeh cum ke daag… yeh sab confirm kar rahe the.
“Itna accha beta tha mera…” woh phir sochne lagi. “Kab se yeh shuru hua? Kab se woh mujhe is nazar se dekhne laga? Main kya karun ab? Kya main usse kuch kahun? Ya ignore kar doon?”
Uske nipples nightdress ke andar thode tight ho gaye the. Yeh ehsaas paakar woh aur confuse ho gayi. Usne apne aap se kaha, “Yeh galat hai… main aisa kyun feel kar rahi hoon? Yeh mera beta hai… iske lund pe cum ke daag dekh kar mujhe ajeeb kyun ho raha hai?”
Shalini bed pe baithi rahi. Uske dimaag mein Patel ka nanga jism, uska lund, aur un stains ka scene baar-baar ghoom raha tha. Woh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi ki uska seedha-saadha beta itni jaldi itna change kaise ho gaya… aur is change ki wajah sirf woh khud thi.Shalini apne kamre se nikal kar seedha kitchen mein chali gayi. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi woh scene ghoom raha tha — Patel nanga leta hua, uske lund pe cum ke dried daag. Usne force karke us soch ko hatane ki koshish ki aur naashta banane mein lag gayi. Poha, chai, thodi si cut fruits. Garmiyon ki subah thi, kitchen mein pehle se hi garmi thi. Usne phir se loose cotton ka top pehna tha, bina bra ke. Uske bade boobs har movement ke saath halka sa hil rahe the.
Thodi der baad Patel ke kamre se awaaz aayi. Woh uth gaya tha. Shalini ne sunliya jab woh washroom gaya, shower on hua. Patel ne jaldi-jaldi nahaaya. Paani ke neeche khade hokar usne apne lund ko dekha — raat ke stains ab dhul chuke the, lekin uske dimaag mein ab bhi maa ka nightdress wala scene tha. Usne khud ko control kiya, nahaaya, towel se poonchha aur college ke kapde pehen liye. Simple shirt aur jeans.
Jab woh lounge mein aaya to table pe naashta lag chuka tha. Shalini kitchen se nikal kar aa rahi thi. Dono ki nazar ek doosre se mili.
Ek second ke liye dono chup ho gaye.
Patel ki aankhein pehle uske chehre pe gayin, phir neeche — uske top ke through bade boobs ki shape, nipples ki halki outline. Uske jeans mein lund turant thoda tight ho gaya. Usne force karke nazar hatayi aur baith gaya.
Shalini bhi usse dekh rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein turant subah ka scene aa gaya — uska nanga beta, cum ke daag. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Patel phir se uske jism ko dekh raha hai. Uske andar wohi confusion aur ajeeb si tension wapas aa gayi. Phir bhi woh normal banne ki koshish karti hui baith gayi.
Dono ne naashta shuru kiya.
Chupke-chupke.
Patel poha khaate hue bhi beech-beech mein Shalini ki taraf dekh leta. Jab woh chai ka cup uthati, uske boobs thoda aage ko aate. Jab woh thoda jhukti, unka weight clear dikhta. Patel ke dimaag mein raat wali soch wapas aa rahi thi — “Kya sexy maa hai… kya boobs hain… kya gaand hogi…” Uske lund ne jeans ke andar pressure banaya. Woh apne aap se keh raha tha control kar, lekin nazar baar-baar chali jaati.
Shalini bhi usse dekh rahi thi. Uske bete ki aankhon mein wahi bhook thi. Usne socha, “Yeh ab bhi dekh raha hai… raat ko isne mujhe soch-soch kar cum nikaala… ab subah bhi yahi nazar hai.” Uske nipples top ke andar thode tight ho gaye. Yeh feeling usse aur confuse kar rahi thi. Woh chahti thi ki kuch kahe, lekin muh se kuch nahi nikal raha tha. Bas chupchaap naashta karti rahi.
Thodi der tak sirf plates ki awaaz aur chai ke cups ki khankhanahat thi. Dono ek doosre ko chhupke dekh rahe the, dono ke andar alag-alag storm chal raha tha.
Naashta khatam hua. Patel ne last ghoont chai ka piya aur uthkhada hua. Usne bag uthaya.
“Maa, main chaltaa hoon. College time ho gaya,” usne kaha. Awaaz thodi low thi.
Shalini ne uski taraf dekha. “Haan… ja. Dhyan se jaana. Late mat aana.”
Patel ne ek last baar usse dekha — uske bade boobs, uska soft face, uska jism. Phir woh door ki taraf badha. Bahar nikalte waqt uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat thi… shaam ko wapas aane ke baad phir se yeh jism uske saamne hoga.
Shalini table pe baithi rahi. Patel ke jaane ke baad ghar shant ho gaya. Usne dheere se saans liya. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi uske bete ki hungry nazar aur subah dekha hua nanga scene ghoom raha tha.

 

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Subah ke almost 7 baj rahe the. Garmiyon ki subah bhi garmi liye hue thi. Shalini apne bed se uthi. Usne same nightdress pehna hua tha. Baal thode bikhre the. Usne pehle apne face pe paani maara, phir Patel ke kamre ki taraf badhi. Har subah ki tarah usse uthane ke liye.
Usne door pe halka knock kiya. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Usne dheere se door khola.
Andar Patel nanga leta hua tha.
Chadar bilkul hatii hui thi. Uske jism pe sirf subah ki halki roshni pad rahi thi. Uske lund bilkul nanga tha — thoda soft, lekin uspe saaf cum ke dried daag lage hue the. Raat wali uski khudki ke nishaan. Thode se white stains uske pet pe bhi the, aur lund ke around.
Shalini wahi ruk gayi. Uske pair jaise jam gaye. Usne pehle uske chehre ko dekha — beta so raha tha, shaant. Phir uski nazar neeche chali gayi. Seedha uske lund pe. Cum ke daag clear the. Usne thodi der tak bas dekha. Uski saans thodi tez ho gayi. Uske bade boobs nightdress ke andar uski tezi se dhadkan ke saath hil rahe the.
Woh sochne lagi…
“Yeh kya hai… mere bete ke lund pe… cum ke daag…?”
Usne aur kareeb jaakar dekha. Patel abhi bhi so raha tha. Shalini ki aankhein uske lund pe atki hui thin. Size, shape, aur un dried stains ko dekhte hue uske dimaag mein baat ghoomne lagi. Thodi der tak woh chupchaap khadi rahi, bas dekhte hue. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa mix feeling utha — shock, confusion, aur kuch aur jo woh samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Phir usne apne aap ko control kiya. Usne Patel ko touch nahi kiya. Bas dheere se peeche hati, door ko almost band kiya, aur wapas apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi.
Apne kamre mein aate hi usne door band kiya aur bed pe baith gayi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne apne haath se apna seena dabaaya. Nightdress ke andar uske boobs tight feel ho rahe the.
Uske dimaag mein khayal aane lage…
“Isko kya ho gaya hai…? Itna accha beta tha mera. Hamesha respectful, seedha-saadha. College jaata hai, padhta hai, meri baat manta hai. Phir yeh kya kar raha hai…?”
Woh sochti rahi. “Raat ko yeh akele apne lund ko hilata hai… aur cum nikaalta hai. Aur yeh daag… yeh isliye hain kyunki woh mujhe dekh-dekh kar karta hai. Kal bhi… jab main pasine se bheegi hui thi, jab main nightdress mein thi… uski nazar meri chest pe thi. Mere boobs pe. Meri gaand pe.”
Shalini ke chehre pe tension aa gayi. “Main maa hoon… woh mera beta hai. Woh mujhe dekh kar aise kyun excite hota hai? Mere bade boobs… meri body… usse itna affect karti hai kya?”
Uske andar guilt bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek aur feeling thi jo usse pareshan kar rahi thi. Usne yaad kiya kaise Patel ki aankhein uske jism pe rukti thin. Kaise uske shorts mein bulge dikhta tha. Ab yeh cum ke daag… yeh sab confirm kar rahe the.
“Itna accha beta tha mera…” woh phir sochne lagi. “Kab se yeh shuru hua? Kab se woh mujhe is nazar se dekhne laga? Main kya karun ab? Kya main usse kuch kahun? Ya ignore kar doon?”
Uske nipples nightdress ke andar thode tight ho gaye the. Yeh ehsaas paakar woh aur confuse ho gayi. Usne apne aap se kaha, “Yeh galat hai… main aisa kyun feel kar rahi hoon? Yeh mera beta hai… iske lund pe cum ke daag dekh kar mujhe ajeeb kyun ho raha hai?”
Shalini bed pe baithi rahi. Uske dimaag mein Patel ka nanga jism, uska lund, aur un stains ka scene baar-baar ghoom raha tha. Woh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi ki uska seedha-saadha beta itni jaldi itna change kaise ho gaya… aur is change ki wajah sirf woh khud thi.Shalini apne kamre se nikal kar seedha kitchen mein chali gayi. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi woh scene ghoom raha tha — Patel nanga leta hua, uske lund pe cum ke dried daag. Usne force karke us soch ko hatane ki koshish ki aur naashta banane mein lag gayi. Poha, chai, thodi si cut fruits. Garmiyon ki subah thi, kitchen mein pehle se hi garmi thi. Usne phir se loose cotton ka top pehna tha, bina bra ke. Uske bade boobs har movement ke saath halka sa hil rahe the.
Thodi der baad Patel ke kamre se awaaz aayi. Woh uth gaya tha. Shalini ne sunliya jab woh washroom gaya, shower on hua. Patel ne jaldi-jaldi nahaaya. Paani ke neeche khade hokar usne apne lund ko dekha — raat ke stains ab dhul chuke the, lekin uske dimaag mein ab bhi maa ka nightdress wala scene tha. Usne khud ko control kiya, nahaaya, towel se poonchha aur college ke kapde pehen liye. Simple shirt aur jeans.
Jab woh lounge mein aaya to table pe naashta lag chuka tha. Shalini kitchen se nikal kar aa rahi thi. Dono ki nazar ek doosre se mili.
Ek second ke liye dono chup ho gaye.
Patel ki aankhein pehle uske chehre pe gayin, phir neeche — uske top ke through bade boobs ki shape, nipples ki halki outline. Uske jeans mein lund turant thoda tight ho gaya. Usne force karke nazar hatayi aur baith gaya.
Shalini bhi usse dekh rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein turant subah ka scene aa gaya — uska nanga beta, cum ke daag. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Patel phir se uske jism ko dekh raha hai. Uske andar wohi confusion aur ajeeb si tension wapas aa gayi. Phir bhi woh normal banne ki koshish karti hui baith gayi.
Dono ne naashta shuru kiya.
Chupke-chupke.
Patel poha khaate hue bhi beech-beech mein Shalini ki taraf dekh leta. Jab woh chai ka cup uthati, uske boobs thoda aage ko aate. Jab woh thoda jhukti, unka weight clear dikhta. Patel ke dimaag mein raat wali soch wapas aa rahi thi — “Kya sexy maa hai… kya boobs hain… kya gaand hogi…” Uske lund ne jeans ke andar pressure banaya. Woh apne aap se keh raha tha control kar, lekin nazar baar-baar chali jaati.
Shalini bhi usse dekh rahi thi. Uske bete ki aankhon mein wahi bhook thi. Usne socha, “Yeh ab bhi dekh raha hai… raat ko isne mujhe soch-soch kar cum nikaala… ab subah bhi yahi nazar hai.” Uske nipples top ke andar thode tight ho gaye. Yeh feeling usse aur confuse kar rahi thi. Woh chahti thi ki kuch kahe, lekin muh se kuch nahi nikal raha tha. Bas chupchaap naashta karti rahi.
Thodi der tak sirf plates ki awaaz aur chai ke cups ki khankhanahat thi. Dono ek doosre ko chhupke dekh rahe the, dono ke andar alag-alag storm chal raha tha.
Naashta khatam hua. Patel ne last ghoont chai ka piya aur uthkhada hua. Usne bag uthaya.
“Maa, main chaltaa hoon. College time ho gaya,” usne kaha. Awaaz thodi low thi.
Shalini ne uski taraf dekha. “Haan… ja. Dhyan se jaana. Late mat aana.”
Patel ne ek last baar usse dekha — uske bade boobs, uska soft face, uska jism. Phir woh door ki taraf badha. Bahar nikalte waqt uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat thi… shaam ko wapas aane ke baad phir se yeh jism uske saamne hoga.
Shalini table pe baithi rahi. Patel ke jaane ke baad ghar shant ho gaya. Usne dheere se saans liya. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi uske bete ki hungry nazar aur subah dekha hua nanga scene ghoom raha tha.

 

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College pahunchte hi Patel ko Hita mil gaya. Hita uske bagal mein aa kar bola, “Yaar pet mein chuhe daud rahe hain. Subah naashta bhi kam kiya. Chal aaj pehla lecture attend karte hain, doosra bunk maar ke canteen chalte hain.”
Patel ne haan mein sir hilaya. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi subah ka scene tha — Shalini ka nightdress, uske bade boobs, aur uski khudki ke baad wala guilt. Lekin Hita ke saath normal banne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Pehla lecture dono ne attend kiya. Professor padha rahe the, lekin Patel ka dhyan kahin aur tha. Doosra lecture start hote hi dono quietly class se nikal liye. Corridor se hote hue canteen ki taraf badhe.
Canteen ka shutter neeche diga hua tha. Andar se band.
Hita ne hairani se kaha, “Arre yeh kya? Itne time canteen band? Chacha kahan gaye?”
Dono ne aas-paas dekha. Canteen ke peeche ek chhoti si store room jaisi jagah thi, jahan usually ration rakhte the. Wahan se halki-halki awaazein aa rahi thin — siskiyan, aur kisi mard ki bhaari saans.
Patel aur Hita dheere-dheere us taraf gaye. Store room ka door thoda sa khula hua tha. Andar se clear view mil raha tha.
Canteen wale chacha ek ladki ko chod rahe the.
Ladki college ki hi thi, shayad second-year ki. Usne apni skirt upar utha rakhi thi, panty ek side pe hati hui thi. Chacha ne usse wall se sata rakha tha. Jeans neeche thi, aur woh uski chut mein zor-zor se pel raha tha. Ladki ke mun se dabi hui awaazein nikal rahi thin — “Ahh… dheere… nahi… zor se…”
Chacha uske boobs dabaye hue tha, kapdon ke upar se. Uske face pe pura maza tha. Thap-thap ki awaaz clear sunai de rahi thi.
Patel aur Hita dono wahi ruk gaye. Hita ki aankhein badi ho gayin. Usne Patel ke kandhe pe haath rakha aur dheere se bola, “Madarchod… yeh dPatel bhi dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein turant Shalini ka khayal aa gaya. Uske bade boobs, uski gaand, uska nanga jism jo usne raat ko socha tha. Yeh scene dekhte hi uska lund jeans mein tight hone laga. Chacha ki rafters, ladki ki siskiyan, uski skirt upar uthi hui… sab kuch usse aur excite kar raha tha.Hita bhi affected tha. Usne apni pant adjust ki. “Saala chacha to maza luta raha hai. Roz canteen mein humein chai deta hai, aur yahan aise…”ekh yaar…”Patel aur Hita store room ke thode khule door ke peeche khade the. Andar ka scene bilkul clear tha.
Canteen wale chacha ladki ko zor-zor se chod rahe the. Ladki ki skirt poori upar uthi hui thi, panty ek side pe khichi hui. Chacha ne usse wall se chira hua tha. Uske jeans neeche digi thi, aur lund uski chut mein tezi se jaa-aa raha tha. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz, ladki ki dabi siskiyan, aur chacha ki bhaari saansein… poora store room usse bhar raha tha. Chacha uske boobs ko kapdon ke upar se dabaye hue tha, kabhi-kabhi nipples ko pinch kar raha tha.
Hita yeh dekhte hi garam ho gaya. Uske chehre ka rang thoda badal gaya. Usne Patel ki taraf dekha, phir andar ke scene ki taraf. Control toot gaya.
Usne jaldi se apni jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki, aur pant thodi neeche ki. Apna lund bahar nikaal liya. Woh pehle se hi hard tha. Hita ne usse haath mein pakda aur dheere se bola, awaaz mein saans phool rahi thi…
“Yaar… mujhse control nahi ho raha…”
Phir usne apna lund tezi se hilana shuru kar diya. Upar-neeche, tight grip mein. Uski aankhein andar ke scene pe thin — chacha ki rafters, ladki ki chut ka khulna-band hona, uske boobs ka hilna. Hita ki mutthi tezi se chal rahi thi. Pre-cum uske lund ke top pe nikal aaya.
Patel yeh dekh kar khud garam ho gaya. Pehle toh sirf chacha aur ladki ka scene dekh raha tha, ab uska best friend uske bagal mein khada hokar openly lund hila raha tha. Patel ka apna lund jeans mein pure tarah tight ho chuka tha. Usne bhi apni jeans ke upar se dabaaya. Dimag mein ab kai scenes mix ho rahe the — store room ka chodna, Hita ka hilana, aur sabse zyada Shalini ke bade boobs, uski gaand, uska nanga jism jo usne raat ko socha tha.
Hita aur tez hilane laga. “Saala… dekh kaise pel raha hai… madarchod chacha…” uske mun se nikla. Uske haath ki speed badh gayi. Lund laal ho gaya tha, veins clear thin.
Patel ab aur nahi rok paya. Usne bhi apni jeans ka zip neeche kiya aur lund bahar nikaal liya. Hard, tight, thoda precum nikalta hua. Usne bhi hilana shuru kar diya. Dono best friends store room ke bahar khade, andar ka live sex dekhte hue apne-apne lund hila rahe the.
Andar chacha ab aur deep pel raha tha. Ladki ne uske peeche haath rakh liye the. “Ahhh… main aa rahi hoon…”
Hita ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne Patel ki taraf dekha — dono ke lund haath mein the, dono hilaa rahe the. Yeh scene dekhte hi Hita aur excite ho gaya. Patel ke dimaag mein ek baar phir Shalini aa gayi. Usne socha agar yeh uski maa hoti… agar woh usse aise hi chod raha hota…
Dono ki mutthiyan tezi se chal rahi thin. Store room se aati thap-thap ki awaaz unke hilane ke saath mix ho rahi thi.Hita ne apna haath apne lund se hataya aur seedha Patel ka lund pakad liya. Garam, tight, veins wali grip. Usne upar se neeche tak ek lamba stroke diya aur Patel ki aankhon mein dekhte hue bola…
“Tu mera lund pakad. Hum dono ek-doosre ki mutth maarte hain.”
Patel thoda sa hichkichaaya, lekin uska lund Hita ke haath mein aur hard ho gaya. Usne bhi haath badhaaya aur Hita ka lund pakad liya. Dono ek-doosre ke lund ko hilane lage.
Andar store room mein chacha ab bhi ladki ko zor-zor se pel raha tha. Uski jeans bilkul neeche thi, lund geeli chut mein tezi se ghus-nikal raha tha. Ladki ki siskiyan badh gayi thin. “Ahhh… chacha… zor se… ahhh…” Chacha uske boobs dabaye hue tha, kabhi-kabhi uski gaand pe thappad maarta tha. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz aur tez ho gayi thi.
Bahar Patel aur Hita ek-doosre ke lund hila rahe the. Hita ki mutthi Patel ke lund pe tight thi — upar neeche, kabhi top ko ungli se ghumati, kabhi poora shaft. Patel bhi Hita ka lund tezi se hila raha tha. Dono ki saansein bhaari thin. Kabhi-kabhi unki nazar andar ke scene pe jaati, kabhi ek-doosre ke lund pe.
Hita ne thoda kareeb aakar kaha, “Yaar kitna hard hai tera… dekh andar kaise pel raha hai madarchod…”
Patel kuch nahi bola. Uske dimaag mein ab kai cheezein mix ho rahi thin — Hita ka haath uske lund pe, chacha ki rafters, ladki ki awaazein, aur sabse zyada Shalini ke bade soft boobs aur uski gaand. Usne socha agar yeh haath uski maa ka hota…
Dono ki speed badh gayi. Hita Patel ke lund ko aur tez hilane laga, Patel bhi Hita ke lund ko tight grip mein upar-neeche kar raha tha. Pre-cum dono ke lund se nikal raha tha, jo unki mutthiyon ko slippery bana raha tha. Andar chacha ab last stage pe tha. Usne ladki ki dono taangein uthayi aur aur deep pelne laga. Ladki ki awaaz nikal gayi, “Main aa rahi hoon… ahhh… cum…”
Hita ki mutthi aur tez ho gayi. Patel ka bhi. Dono ek-doosre ke lund ko hilate hue store room ke live sex ko dekh rahe the. Unke chehre pe pure lust tha, saansein tez thin, aur lund bilkul ready the nikalne ke liye.Andar store room mein chacha ab bilkul according se pel raha tha. Usne ladki ki ek taang apne kandhe pe uthayi hui thi aur lund poori tarah andar tak ghusa raha tha. Ladki ki chut se geeli awaaz aa rahi thi — chhap-chhap-chhap. Uske mun se bas siskiyan nikal rahi thin, “Ahhh… bas… ab nikal… ahhh chacha…”
Bahar Patel aur Hita ek-doosre ke lund ko aur tez hilaa rahe the. Hita ki mutthi Patel ke shaft pe tight ghum rahi thi. Kabhi woh top ko ungli se press karta, kabhi poora lund apni mutthi mein leke tezi se upar-neeche. Patel bhi Hita ka lund same speed mein hila raha tha. Dono ke lund ab laal aur bilkul hard the. Pre-cum unki ungliyon ko chipchipa bana chuka tha.
Hita ne thoda aur kareeb aa kar Patel ke kaan ke paas bola, saans phoolti hui…
“Yaar… main nikalne wala hoon… tu bhi nikaal… saath mein…”
Patel ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya. Uske dimaag mein ab control naam ki cheez nahi thi. Hita ka garam haath uske lund pe, andar ki thap-thap, ladki ki cum karti awaazein, aur uske saath Shalini ke bade boobs ka khayal… sab milkar usse edge pe le aaye the.
Andar chacha ne last zor ka dhakka maara aur ladki ke andar hi cum kar diya. Uske jism ne ek jhatka liya. Ladki ki awaaz nikal gayi, “Ahhhh… andar… garam…”
Yeh dekhte hi Hita ki mutthi bilkul pagal ho gayi. Usne Patel ke lund ko itni tezi se hilaya ki Patel ka jism akad gaya. Patel ne bhi Hita ke lund ko same tarah se stroke kiya. Dono ki saansein ruk si gayi.
Pehle Hita nikalna shuru hua. Uske lund se tez dhaarein nikalne lagi — cum uski mutthi se hota hua neeche floor pe girne laga. Uske mun se dabi hui awaaz nikal, “Ahhh fuck…”
Uske cum nikalte hi Patel bhi nahi ruk paya. Hita ke haath mein uska lund dhadakne laga aur strong jets nikalne lage. Cum Hita ki ungliyon pe, uske haath pe, aur thoda sa uske jeans pe gir gaya. Patel ki taangein thodi si kaanp gayi. Usne Hita ka lund last tak hilaya, jab tak dono ke lund se sirf last drops nikalte rahe.
Thodi der tak dono wahi khade rahe. Saansein bhaari, lund ab bhi haath mein, cum se geele. Andar store room mein chacha ab ladki se alag ho raha tha. Ladki apni skirt neeche kar rahi thi, kaafi thaki hui.
Hita ne dheere se apna haath hataya. Cum uski ungliyon pe chipka hua tha. Usne Patel ki taraf dekha aur halka sa muskura diya, abhi bhi saans phoolti hui…
“Saala… kya scene tha yaar…”
Patel ne bhi apna lund jeans ke andar kiya. Uske dimaag mein ab ek ajeeb si shanti thi, lekin uske saath Shalini ka khayal aur gehra ho gaya tha. Woh soch raha tha ki ghar jaakar usse dekhna hai… uske bade boobs, uski body…
Dono ne jaldi se apne haath pant se poonchhe, zip upar ki, aur quietly wahan se nikal liye. Canteen ab bhi band thi. Unke chehre pe abhi bhi woh thakaan aur satisfaction mix thi jo abhi-abhi ek-doosre ke haath se cum nikalne ke baad aati hai.

 

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Hita ne Patel se alvida kaha aur apne ghar ki taraf nikal gaya. Patel bhi rickshaw pakad kar seedha apne flat ki taraf badha. Raaste bhar uske dimaag mein do scenes ghoom rahe the — store room mein chacha aur us ladki ka chodna, aur Hita ke haath mein apna lund hilte hue. Lekin sabse zyada uske dimaag mein Shalini thi. Uske bade boobs, uski soft body, uski gaand.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne key se door khola. Andar se kitchen ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Shalini wahan kaam kar rahi thi. Aaj usne halka sa pink cotton ka top pehna tha, bina bra ke, aur neeche simple salwar. Garmiyon ki wajah se top uske jism se thoda chipka hua tha. Uske bade boobs ka shape bilkul clear tha.
Patel ne bag sofa pe phenka aur seedha kitchen ki taraf gaya. Shalini stove pe khadi thi, kuch bana rahi thi. Uske peeche se Patel ne dheere se usse pakad liya.
Dono haathon se uski kamar ke around apne haath daal diye aur peeche se usse tight hug kar liya. Uske chest ko uski peeth se sata diya. Uske bade soft boobs uske arms ke upar pressure de rahe the. Patel ne apna face uske geele baalon mein thoda sa dabaaya aur uski body ka warmth feel kiya.
Shalini ekdam se shock ho gayi.
Uske haath mein jo spatula tha woh ruki si gayi. Uske jism ne ek jhatka liya. Patel ka hard chest uski peeth se chipka hua tha, uske haath uski kamar pe the, aur uska saans uske neck ke paas feel ho raha tha. Uske dimaag mein turant subah ka scene aa gaya — beta nanga, lund pe cum ke daag. Aur ab yeh peeche se itna tight hug.
Woh kuch seconds tak bilkul rigid khadi rahi. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Patel ke haath uski kamar pe the, aur uske bade boobs uske arms ke neeche dabe hue the. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Patel ka lund uski gaand se thoda sa touch kar raha hai — jeans ke through.
Shalini ka mun khula, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas chupchaap khadi rahi. Shock ke saath uske andar ek ajeeb si garmi bhi fail rahi thi. Patel ne usse aur tight pakad liya. Uske haath ab thode upar aa gaye the, bilkul uske boobs ke neeche. Shalini ki saans tez ho gayi, lekin usne ab bhi kuch nahi bola. Na hatne ko kaha, na kuch aur.
Patel ne uske kaan ke paas dheere se saans li. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat thi — kitni soft hai maa… kitne bade hain yeh boobs… kitni garam hai yeh body…
Shalini ab bhi chup thi. Spatula uske haath mein tha, stove pe khana thoda jalne laga tha, lekin usne notice nahi kiya. Uske bete ka hug usse andar se hila raha tha — shock, confusion, aur kuch aisa jo woh naam nahi de pa rahi thi.Patel ne Shalini ko peeche se ab bhi tight pakde rakha. Uske dono haath uski kamar pe the, chest uski peeth se chipka hua. Usne dheere se poocha, awaaz thodi bhaari aur low…
“Maa, kya bana rahe ho?”
Shalini ki awaaz mein halka sa kampan tha. Usne spatula chalate hue jawab diya, “Tumhara favorite… dal chawal.”
Patel ne uski baat suni, lekin usne hug nahi chhoda. Balki usne apne lund ko thoda-thoda adjust kiya. Jeans ke through uska hard lund ab seedha Shalini ki gaand ke beech mein set ho gaya. Usne dheere se apne hips aage ko kiye, taaki uska lund uski soft gaand ke folds mein pressure de. Ek baar… phir thoda aur.
Shalini ne clearly feel kiya.
Uske jism ne ek aur chhoti si rigidity li. Patel ka hard lund uski gaand se ragad kha raha tha. Nightdress nahi, aaj salwar thi, lekin kapda patla tha. Uske soft gaand ke beech mein uske bete ka lund daba hua tha. Shalini ki saans ek second ke liye ruk si gayi. Usne stove ki aanch thodi kam ki, lekin peeche nahi hati.
Patel ne usse aur tight pakad liya. Ab uske haath thode upar aa gaye the — bilkul uske boobs ke neeche, ribcage pe. Usne apne lund ko phir se dheere se adjust kiya. Gaand ke soft flesh mein dabaate hue thoda upar-neeche kiya. Jeans ke kapde ke through bhi usse uski gaand ki garmi aur softness feel ho rahi thi.
Shalini ke mun se kuch nahi nikal raha tha. Woh chupchaap dal chawal hila rahi thi, lekin uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske bete ka lund uski gaand mein daba hua tha… dheere-dheere move kar raha tha. Uske dimaag mein subah ka nanga scene, cum ke daag, aur ab yeh peeche se hug… sab ek saath aa rahe the. Uske nipples top ke andar tight ho gaye the. Gaand ke beech mein uske bete ke lund ka pressure usse ajeeb si garmi de raha tha.
Patel ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas apne hoth laaye. Usne phir se apne lund ko uski gaand mein thoda aur press kiya. Ab clear shape feel ho rahi thi — hard, garam, aur uski soft gaand ke against.
“Dal chawal… meri favourite,” Patel ne dheere se kaha. Awaaz mein lust clear thi.
Usne apne haath ab aur upar kiye. Ungliyan ab uske boobs ke neeche wale soft part ko touch kar rahi thin. Shalini ka jism thoda sa kaanp gaya, lekin usne ab bhi kuch nahi kaha. Na hatne ko kaha, na rokne ko. Bas stove pe khadi rahi, saans tezi se leti hui, aur apne bete ka hard lund apni gaand mein feel karti rahi.
Patel ne ek aur baar apne hips aage kiye. Lund uski gaand ke beech mein aur deep settle ho gaya. Dono ek second ke liye bilkul chipke hue the — bete ka hard lund maa ki soft gaand mein daba hua, uske haath uske boobs ke bilkul neeche.Patel ka lund ab bilkul solid hard tha. Jeans ke through uski poori length aur thickness Shalini ki soft gaand ke beech mein dabi hui thi. Usne clear feel kiya tha — garam, tight, aur uski gaand ke folds mein deep press hota hua. Har chhote se movement pe woh lund uske against ragad kha raha tha.
Shalini ki awaaz thodi low aur tight aayi. Usne dheere se kaha, bina peeche mudhe…
“Mujhe thoda kaam karne do… tum baitho. Main khana lekar aati hoon tumhara.”
Patel ne ek second ke liye aur tight pakde rakha. Uske lund ne uski gaand mein last ek chhota sa press kiya, jaise unwillig ho alag hone ke liye. Phir dheere se peeche hata. Uske haath uski kamar se hate, uska chest uski peeth se alag hua, aur uska hard lund uski gaand se hata.
Shalini ne turant saans li. Uske jism mein ab bhi uske bete ke lund ka pressure feel ho raha tha. Gaand ke beech mein ek ajeeb si garmi aur sensitivity bachi hui thi. Usne spatula pakde rakha, lekin haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Patel ne apni jeans adjust ki. Lund ab bhi pure tarah tent bana raha tha. Woh kitchen se nikal kar lounge mein aaya aur table pe baith gaya. Usne Shalini ki taraf dekha — woh ab bhi stove pe khadi thi, thodi si rigid, pink top mein uske bade boobs tezi se uth-gir rahe the uski bhaari saanson ke saath.
Shalini ne dil ke andar socha, “Yeh kya ho raha hai… uska lund itna hard… meri gaand mein daba hua tha… main kuch kyun nahi boli?”
Usne jaldi se dal chawal serve kiye. Do platein banayi, roti rakhi, aur table ki taraf aayi. Patel usse dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi wahi dark desire thi. Jab Shalini ne plate uske saamne rakhi to uske boobs uske face ke bilkul kareeb aa gaye. Patel ki nazar turant wahan chali gayi.
Shalini ne notice kiya. Usne plate rakhte hue thoda sa ruk kar usse dekha, phir apni plate leke saamne baith gayi. Dono chupchaap khana khane lage.
Lekin hawaa mein tension itni thi ki kaati ja sake. Patel ka lund ab bhi jeans mein hard tha. Shalini ki gaand mein ab bhi uske lund ka feel bacha hua tha. Dono ek-doosre ko chhupke dekh rahe the — ek ka desire bahar aa chuka tha, doosri ke andar confusion aur ek naya, dangerous ehsaas jagah raha tha.Shalini aur Patel table pe baithkar khana kha rahe the. Dono ke beech ab bhi woh bhaari silence thi. Patel beech-beech mein uske boobs ki taraf dekh leta, phir nazar hata leta. Shalini uski nazar feel kar rahi thi, lekin chup thi.
Tabhi Shalini ki chamach table se fisal kar neeche gir gayi. Kllink ki halki awaaz hui.
“Arre…” usne kaha aur apne aap ko table ke neeche jhukaya chamach uthane ke liye.
Jaise hi usne table ke neeche nazar daali, uske saans ruk gayi.
Patel apne jeans ke upar se hi apna lund zor-zor se mal raha tha. Usne jeans ke tent ko haath se pakad rakha tha aur upar-neeche, circular motion mein ragad raha tha. Hard lund ka clear shape uski mutthi ke neeche dikh raha tha. Uske haath ki speed tez thi, jaise woh ab control nahi kar pa raha ho.
Shalini bilkul shock ho gayi.
Woh table ke neeche jhuki hui thi, chamach uske haath ke paas hi thi, lekin uski aankhein sirf uske bete ke haath aur uske jeans ke tight bulge pe thin. Patel ka lund itna hard tha ki jeans ka kapda uske shape mein tan gaya tha. Woh usse ragadte hue thoda sa hips bhi hila raha tha.
Ek… do… teen seconds tak Shalini bas dekhti rahi. Uske dimaag mein subah ka nanga scene, cum ke daag, kitchen wala tight hug, aur ab yeh… sab ek saath flash ho gaya. Uske chehre ka rang thoda sa ud gaya, lekin uske nipples uske top ke andar turant tight ho gaye.
Usne jaldi se chamach pakdi aur table ke upar aa gayi. Patel ne bhi usse dekh liya. Uske haath ab bhi jeans ke upar the, lekin usne turant hata liye. Dono ki nazar ek doosre se mili.
Shalini ka chehra flushed tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf chamach table pe rakhi aur chupchaap khana khane lagi. Lekin uska haath thoda kaamp raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ab sirf ek hi scene ghoom raha tha — uska beta table ke neeche baithkar apne hard lund ko mal raha tha… usse dekh-dekh kar.
Patel bhi chup tha. Uske lund ne ab bhi jeans mein full tent bana rakha tha. Usne mehsoos kiya tha ki maa ne dekh liya hai. Guilt aur excitement dono ek saath uske andar daude ja rahe the.
Dono ne phir se khana shuru kiya, lekin ab koi bhi normal nahi tha. Table ke neeche jo scene hua tha, usne unke beech ki tension ko aur gehra kar diya tha.Patel aur Shalini chupchaap khana khaate rahe. Table ke neeche wala scene dono ke dimaag mein taaza tha. Patel ka lund ab bhi pure tarah hard tha. Jeans mein uska tent bilkul clear tha, lekin woh baitha hua tha isliye abhi poora nahi dikh raha tha.
Jab usne last bite liya aur table se uthkhada hua, to uski jeans ka bulge saaf nazar aane laga. Hard lund ka shape, uski length aur thickness, kapde ke through bilkul clear thi. Woh thoda sa aage ko tan hua tha.
Shalini ki nazar turant wahan chali gayi.
Usne ek second ke liye dekh liya — apne bete ka solid hard lund jeans mein tent banaeye hue. Uske dimaag mein kitchen wala feel yaad aa gaya, jab wahi lund uski gaand mein daba hua tha. Uske chehre pe halka sa flush aa gaya, lekin usne turant nazar neeche jhukaa li. Phir se apne khane pe dhyan dene ki koshish karne lagi, jaise kuch dekha hi nahi.
Patel ne bhi notice kiya ki maa ne dekh liya hai. Uske andar ek ajeeb si garmi daud gayi. Woh bina kuch kahe seedha apne kamre ki taraf chal diya. Door band kiya aur andar jaake bed pe baith gaya. Usne apni jeans ka zip thoda adjust kiya. Lund ab bhi dard hone had tak hard tha.
Doosri taraf Shalini ne bhi apna khana khatam kiya. Plate kitchen mein rakh di. Ghar shant tha. Usne dheere se saans liya. Uske jism mein ab bhi ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Patel ka hard lund dekhne ke baad, uska peeche se hug, uska lund uski gaand mein daba hua… sab kuch uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.
Woh apne kamre mein gayi aur door band kiya. Bed pe lette hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske body mein garmi badh rahi hai. Uske nipples top ke andar tight the. Gaand ke beech mein ab bhi uske bete ke lund ka phantom pressure feel ho raha tha. Usne apne haath se dheere se apne boobs ko touch kiya. Soft, heavy, aur ab sensitive.
Shalini ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske dimaag mein Patel ka hard tent, uska nanga lund subah wala scene, aur kitchen mein uska lund uski gaand mein daba hua… sab ek saath aa rahe the. Uske beech mein thodi si geelaahat feel hone lagi. Woh thoda sa garam ho rahi thi — apne bete ke liye. Yeh ehsaas usse dara raha tha, lekin uske jism ko rok nahi pa raha tha.
Usne apne aap se kaha, “Yeh galat hai… yeh mera beta hai…” lekin uske haath uske boobs pe hi the, aur uske dimaag mein Patel ka hard lund hi ghoom raha tha.Subah ke 6:45 ho rahe the. Shalini pehle uthi. Usne halka sa loose top pehna, bina bra ke, aur kitchen mein aa gayi. Garmiyon ki subah thi, lekin uske jism mein kal raat wali bechaini ab bhi thi. Usne poha banane shuru kiye. Haath kaam kar rahe the, lekin dimaag mein baar-baar Patel ka hard lund, uska tent, aur kitchen wala hug ghoom raha tha.
Thodi der baad Patel bhi uth gaya. Usne jaldi se nahaaya, college ke kapde pehne — shirt aur jeans. Lund abhi bhi thoda sensitive tha kal ki wajah se. Woh lounge mein aaya aur table pe baith gaya.
Shalini ne naashta laga diya. Dono chupchaap baithkar khane lage. Beech-beech mein unki nazar ek doosre se mil jaati. Patel ki aankhein uske top ke through bade boobs pe chali jaati, Shalini usse feel karke nazar jhukaa leti. Kal table ke neeche wala scene, peeche se hug, sab ab bhi hawaa mein tha.
Naashta almost khatam ho chuka tha. Patel ne last ghoont chai ka piya aur uthkhada hua. Bag uthaya, lekin seedha door ki taraf nahi gaya. Woh table ke around hote hue Shalini ke paas aaya.
Woh uske bilkul saamne khada ho gaya. Shalini ne upar dekhkar usse dekha. Patel ne dheere se aage badhkar uske face ke kareeb aaya aur uske gaal pe apne hoth rakh diye. Ek soft, thodi der tak tikne wala kiss. Uske hoth uske soft gaal pe the, uski saans uske face pe feel ho rahi thi. Usne kiss ke dauran apne hoth thoda sa press kiye, jaise sirf gaal se zyada chahiye ho.
Shalini ka jism thoda sa rigid ho gaya. Uske aankhein band si ho gayi. Patel ke hoth uske gaal pe, uski garmi, uski saans… kal raat wali garmi wapas aa gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, na peeche hati.
Patel ne kiss khatam kiya. Thoda sa peeche hata, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur dheere se bola, “Main chaltaa hoon maa.”
Phir woh bag leke door ki taraf nikal gaya. Bahar jaate hue usne ek last baar peeche mudkar dekha — Shalini table pe baithi thi, gaal pe uske kiss ka feel ab bhi tha, aur uske bade boobs uske tezi se chal rahi saanson ke saath hil rahe the.
Shalini ne haath se apne gaal ko touch kiya. Jahan uske bete ne kiss kiya tha. Uske dimaag mein ab sirf ek baat thi — yeh sirf gaal ka kiss nahi tha. Isme kal wali saari tension, uska hard lund, uska hug… sab kuch tha. Aur uska jism usse respond kar raha tha.

 

[Subham]

Superb story bro ... agee dekhte kya hota hai

 

[Alfered]

Patel college pahuncha to gate pe bheed lagi thi. Strike chal rahi thi. Students posters liye hue the, “No classes today!” Hita pehle se wahan khada tha. Usne Patel ko dekhte hi kaha, “Yaar aaj chutti hai. Classes cancel. Chal ghumte hain.”
Dono college ke andar ghumne lage. Thodi der baad unka pair canteen ki taraf nikal gaya. Kal wala store room wala scene dono ke dimaag mein taaza tha. Canteen ka shutter aaj khula tha. Chacha counter pe khada tha, chai bana raha tha.
Patel aur Hita uske paas gaye. Chacha ne unhe dekhte hi normal face banaya, jaise kal kuch hua hi nahi. “Kya lenge beta? Cutting?”
Hita ne kaha, “Do cutting. Aur kuch nashta ho to.”
Chacha chai banaane laga. Tabhi canteen ke peeche wale door se ek aurat nikal kar aayi.
Reema.
Chacha ki biwi. College ke canteen ke saath hi unka chhota sa room mila hua tha, jahan woh dono rehte the. Reema bahar aayi to dono ladkon ki nazar turant uspe ruk gayi.
Woh bilkul hot thi. Sanwla, glossy color. Body slim, lekin uske boobs bahut bade the — heavy, round, aur uske tight blouse mein almost bahar aane ko taiyar. Neeche uski gaand bhi moti aur tight thi, jeans mein perfect shape de rahi thi. Kamar patli, lekin upar aur neeche ka ratio itna sexy tha ki dekhte hi nazar atak jaaye. Baal khule the, thode se kandhon pe gir rahe the. Usne simple top pehna tha, lekin uske bade mamma usme clearly chipke hue the. Nipples ki halki outline tak dikh rahi thi.
Reema ne counter pe kuch rakha aur chacha se boli, “Main andar jaa rahi hoon. Tu dekh lena.”
Uski awaaz bhi gehrhi thi. Jab woh mudkar andar room ki taraf gayi to uski moti gaand jeans mein hilti hui dono ki aankhon ke saamne thi. Left-right, soft bounce.
Hita ne dheere se Patel ke kaan mein kaha, “Madarchod… yeh dekh. Chacha ki biwi… kya maal hai. Boobs dekh size… aur gaand…”
Patel ki nazar Reema ke peeche hi atki hui thi. Uske dimaag mein turant comparison chal pada — Shalini ke bade gori boobs, aur ab Reema ke bade sanwle, heavy boobs. Dono alag tarah se sexy the. Uske lund ne jeans mein thoda reaction diya.
Chacha ne chai rakhte hue unki nazar notice ki, lekin kuch nahi bola. Bas muskura diya.
Hita ne chai ka cup uthaya aur phir se Reema ke room wale door ki taraf dekha. “Yaar uska room canteen se attached hai… kal toh chacha kisi student ko pel raha tha… aaj biwi ghar pe hai.”
Patel chup tha. Uske dimaag mein ab Shalini aur Reema dono ke jism ghoom rahe the. Usne chai ka ghoont liya, lekin uski nazar baar-baar us room ke door pe jaa rahi thi jahan Reema abhi abhi gayi thi — bade boobs aur moti gaand liye hue.Hita ne chai ka cup table pe rakha aur chacha ki taraf dekhte hue seedha bola, awaaz low lekin clear…
“Chacha, kal humne tumhe dekha tha. Store room mein. Tum kisi college ki ladki ko chod rahe the.”
Chacha ke haath se jo cup tha woh almost girne wala tha. Uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. Usne left-right dekhkar confirm kiya ki koi aur sun to nahi raha, phir dheere se bola, “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum log… main toh…”
Hita ne muskuraate hue interrupt kiya, “Mat jhooth bolo. Hum dono wahan khade the. Poora scene dekha. Agar chahein to abhi tumhari biwi ko bula kar bata den. College ki ladki ke saath tum kya kar rahe the.”
Chacha ki aankhein phail gayi. Usne haath aage kiye. “Nahi bhai… mat batana. Meri biwi ko kuch mat kehna. Please. Uske saath kuch galat mat karna bhai. Main kuch bhi karunga, bas Reema ko isme mat ghasito. Woh bekasoor hai.”
Hita ne shoulders udate hue kaha, “Phir option kya hai? Hum chup rahenge… lekin uski keemat deni padegi.”
Chacha ne turant poocha, “Kya keemat? Paise? Main de dunga. Jo bolo.”
Patel pehli baar bola, awaaz shant lekin firm, “Paise nahi. Hum tere room mein jaana chahte hain. Reema ke paas. Tu yahan counter pe kaam karta reh. Beech mein mat aana.”
Chacha ka chehra peela pad gaya. Usne sir jorse hilaya. “Nahi… nahi bhai. Meri biwi ko mat chhedna. Uske saath kuch mat karna. Main maafiki maangta hoon, jo galti hui uski saza main bhugtunga, lekin Reema ko isme mat lao. Please.”
Hita ne ek kadam aage badha kar kaha, “Phir hum abhi usse bata dete hain. Door khol ke chillate hain ki chacha kal college ki ladki ko pel rahe the. Phir dekhna kya hota hai uske saath.”
Chacha ne haath jod liye. Uski awaaz mein dar clear tha. “Mat karo… please mat karo. Meri izzat… mera ghar… sab khatam ho jayega.”
Hita ne cold voice mein kaha, “Phir maan jao. Tum yahan raho. Hum andar jaate hain. Jo bhi hoga, tumne kuch nahi dekha, kuch nahi suna. Aur aage se bhi mun band rakho.”
Chacha ne kai seconds tak unhe dekha. Uske chehre pe struggle clear tha. Aakhir mein usne haan mein sir hilaya, awaaz bilkul tootii hui…
“Theek hai… jao. Main yahan rehta hoon. Kuch nahi bolunga. Bas… uske saath zyada… mat karna.”
Hita ne Patel ki taraf dekhkar halka sa nod kiya. “Chal.”
Dono ne counter cross kiya aur seedha us door ki taraf badhe jo canteen se attached room mein jaata tha. Chacha ne unke peeche dekhte hue sirf apna mun band rakha. Uske haath kaamp rahe the, lekin woh wahi khada raha, jaise usne apni biwi ko unke hawale kar diya ho.
Patel ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho rahi thi. Ab unke saamne sirf ek door tha… aur uske peeche Reema.Hita ne door dheere se dhakka diya aur dono andar ghus gaye. Room chhota sa tha, bed corner mein, ek fan chal raha tha. Reema bed pe baithi thi, phone haath mein. Jaise hi door khula usne upar dekha. Pehle hairani, phir thodi si gussa.
“Tum log kaun ho? Yahan kaise aa gaye? Bahar niklo,” usne clear awaaz mein kaha. Uske bade boobs top ke andar uski tezi se uth-gir rahi saans ke saath hil rahe the.
Hita ne door peeche se band kar diya. Patel uske bagal mein khada tha. Hita ne seedha kaha, “Reema bhabhi… hum chacha ke dost nahi hain. Kal raat humne unhe dekha tha. Store room mein. Ek college ki ladki ko chodte hue.”
Reema ke chehre ka rang badal gaya. Usne phone neeche rakh diya. “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Mere pati aisa nahi kar sakte.”
Patel ne pehli baar bola, awaaz shant lekin solid, “Humne aankhon se dekha. Poora scene. Agar aap chahein to abhi unhe bula lein, hum unke saamne bhi bol denge. Ya aapke relatives ko bata den.”
Reema uthkhadi hui. Uske bade boobs uske tight top mein bounce kiye. “Tum log blackmail kar rahe ho? Main chillati hoon to…”
Hita ne muskuraate hue interrupt kiya, “Chillao. Phir poore college ko pata chal jayega ki canteen wale chacha students ko pelte hain. Phir unki naukri, tumhara yeh room, sab khatam. Hum chup rehna chahte hain… lekin uski keemat deni hogi.”
Reema ki aankhein un dono pe ghoom rahi thin. Usne thoda sa lip bite kiya. “Kya keemat?”
Hita ne ek kadam aage badha. “Aaj hum yahan rehenge. Tumhare saath. Jo hum kahein, woh karna. Chacha bahar counter pe hai, woh nahi aayega. Humne usse bhi clear kar diya hai.”
Reema ne unhe tezi se dekha. Uske sanwle chehre pe gussa, dar, aur ek ajeeb si calculation chal rahi thi. Usne apne bade boobs pe haath pherte hue top adjust kiya, jaise unka weight feel kar rahi ho. “Agar main naa kahun?”
Patel ne seedha jawab diya, “Toh kal subah college ke notice board pe photo lag jayegi. Store room wali. Aur tumhare gharwalon ko message.”
Thodi der ka silence raha. Fan ki awaaz ke alawa kuch nahi. Reema ne deep breath liya. Uske heavy breasts uth-gir rahe the. Aakhir mein usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein haar thi lekin thodi si garmi bhi…
“Theek hai. Bolo kya chahiye.”
Hita ne muskura diya. “Pehle top utaro. Dheere se. Humein wo bade mamma dikhao jo tum blouse mein chhupa ke rakhti ho.”
Reema ne unhe ek last baar dekha. Phir usne apne haath top ke hem pe rakhe. Dheere-dheere upar uthane lagi. Sanwli skin nazar aane lagi, phir uska pet, phir bra. Usne top poora utaar kar bed pe phenk diya. Ab sirf black bra mein uske bade, heavy boobs saamne the. Bra ke cups almost overflow kar rahe the. Cleavage gehri thi, aur uske boobs ke weight se bra ki straps tight the.
Patel ka lund jeans mein turant hard ho gaya. Hita ne bhi apni pant adjust ki. Reema ne unki nazar feel ki. Usne apne boobs ko dono haathon se thoda sa upar kiya, jaise unka size show kar rahi ho, phir chhod diya. Soft bounce hua.
“Bas?” usne poocha, awaaz thodi low.
Hita ne sir hilaya, “Ab bra bhi. Humein nange dekhne hain.”
Reema ne thodi der ruk kar peeche se bra ka hook khola. Straps neeche kiye aur bra aage se hata diya. Uske bade, sanwle, heavy boobs bilkul free ho gaye. Nipples dark aur thode tight the. Woh wahan khadi thi, nangi chest liye hue, dono ladkon ke saamne.
Patel aur Hita dono bas dekh rahe the. Reema ke boobs itne bade the ki unka weight clear dikh raha tha. Har saans ke saath woh thoda-thoda hil rahe the. Usne unhe chhupane ki koshish nahi ki. Bas khadi rahi, saans leti hui, aur un dono ko dekhne diya.Reema ke dono bade sanwle boobs ab bilkul nange the. Heavy, soft, dark nipples ke saath. Hita ne aage badhkar uski jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki aur ek jhatke mein jeans ke saath panty bhi neeche khinch li. Reema thodi si hil gayi lekin rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Ab woh poori nangi thi. Sanwli skin, bade boobs, slim kamar, aur neeche uski moti, rounded gaand aur clean chut.
Hita ne usse dheere se bed pe bitha diya. Phir woh uske left side pe baith gaya, Patel right side pe. Dono ne ek saath uske boobs ko haath mein liya. Soft, heavy flesh unki mutthiyon mein dab gaya.
Hita ne uske left nipple ko mun mein le liya aur chusna shuru kar diya. Zor se, bhookha ki tarah. Patel ne bhi right wala boob apne mun mein le liya. Dono saath-saath uske bade mamma chus rahe the. Tongue se nipples ko ghumana, halka kaatna, pura areola mun mein lena. Reema ke mun se pehli dabi hui awaaz nikal, “Ahhh…”
Hita ne mun hatakar uske boob ko dabate hue kaha, awaaz mein pure lust thi…
“Chachi… doodh pilao na humein. Tumhare bachhe hain… humein bhi doodh pilao chachi.”
Patel ne bhi apna mun thoda hataya, uske right nipple ko ungli se press karte hue bola, “Haan chachi… doodh do. Itne bade boobs hain… bhare hue hain. Humein bhi pilaao.”
Phir dono ne wapas mun laga diya. Hita left boob ko zor se chus raha tha, Patel right ko. Unke haath bhi kaam kar rahe the — boobs ko dabana, upar uthana, nipples ko pinch karna. Reema ka jism thoda sa kaanp raha tha. Uske boobs ab unke mun mein the, geele ho rahe the unki laar se.
Usne apne haath dono ke sar pe rakh diye, jaise unhe aur apne boobs pe press kar rahi ho. “Ahhh… dheere… itna zor se mat chuso…” lekin uski awaaz mein rokne wala force nahi tha. Balki uske nipples aur tight ho gaye the unke mun mein.
Hita ne thoda sa mun hatakar uske boob ko dono haathon se dabaya aur phir se chusne laga, jaise sach mein doodh nikalne ki koshish kar raha ho. Patel bhi same kar raha tha. Dono ke mun se chusne ki awaazein aa rahi thin — chup-chup, suck-suck. Reema ke bade boobs unke chehron pe dab rahe the, soft flesh unke aankhon aur naak tak aa raha tha.
Patel ne ek baar uske nipple ko daanton se halka sa kaata to Reema ki kamar uth si gayi. “Ummm… ahhh…”
Hita ne uske left boob se mun hatakar kaha, “Chachi… kitna soft hai… doodh nahi nikal raha kya? Aur pilaao…”
Phir se dono ne uske boobs mun mein bhar liye. Ab tez chus rahe the, haath se dabate hue, jaise unke bachhe hon aur Reema unki maa. Reema ki saansein bhaari ho rahi thin. Uske nange jism pe pasina chum raha tha, aur uski chut mein thodi si geelaahat shuru ho gayi thi. Dono ladke uske bade mamma pe tut pade the — chusne, dabane, kaatne, aur baar-baar “doodh pilao chachi” kehte hue.