Adultery A Dream Come True : VOL 01

[Incestor07]

Chapter 01 - Awakening

Subah ki pehli kirne ne meri aankhein kholi… aur saath hi ek ajib si garmi mere j!sm mein mehsoos hui, jaise koi gehri, bechaini dhoop meri skin ke neeche se ubal rahi ho. Hawa mein maa ke perfume ki khushboo thi—woh gehra, madhur chameli ka essence jo har saans ke saath mere andar utar raha tha, jaise koi invisible haath mere sine ko chhoo kar guzra ho. Par kuch alag tha. Mera sar itna bhara hua, jaise koi aur ka j!sm mere andar basa ho—ek bhari hui, mature feminity ka bhoj, jo mere har joint mein dalkar behti thi, har muscle ko soften karti hui, har nerve ko silk ki tarah smooth. Mein utha, aur aaine ke saamne khada hua… toh dekha—MAA KA CHEHRA!

"Ye kya ho gaya?" Mere hont tharthara gaye, aawaz bhi wohi—gehri, madhur, thodi si laplapai hui, jaise koi honey mein dip kiya hua brush mere throat se guzra ho. Mera j!sm, jo ab tak 18 saal ke ladke ka tha, ab ek 38 saal ki aurat ka tha—soft curves jo har movement mein ripple karte the, mamtey jo blouse ke andar halke se bounce huye, lambe baal jo meri kamar tak latak rahe the, har strand mein chameli ki khushboo… Maa ka j!sm.

Maine apne haath uthaye, aur apne hi j!sm ko chhua… oh bhagwan. Ch@ti itni naram, jaise koi reshmi gubbara jo haath lagte hi dent ho jaye, pet itna smooth ki haath fisal jaaye, thighs ke beech wali jagah mein ek garm, bechaini si… jaise koi pulse dheere se thump kar raha ho. Mera l*nd gayab tha. Mein tharthara gaya. "Ye sab sach hai?"

Maine apni ungliyon se apne lips ko trace kiya—woh bhi badal gaye the, fuller, softer, haath lagate hi ek involuntary moan mere honton se fisal gaya. "Aah…" Yeh aawaz bhi meri nahi thi. Maa ki thi. Maa ki tarah mehsoos ho raha tha sab kuch—uski skin, uski smell, uski sensitivity.

Maine slowly apne mammon ko touch kiya—ek sharp sensation ne meri saans rok di. "Hnn…" Itna soft, itna responsive… har chhoti si pressure par ek electric current sa mere spine se hote hue niche tak utar jata. Aur phir… thighs ke beech… woh jagah… jahan ab kuch aur tha.

Maine haath wahan fisalaya—ek instant wetness, ek throbbing heat. "Oh god…" Yeh kya tha? Itni… sensitivity? Itni… hunger? Jaise mera pura j!sm kisi unseen force ki taraf kheench raha ho, apne aap ko explore karne ko majboor kar raha ho. Halki si geeli si feeling, jaise koi intezaar kar raha ho… mere own fingers brush huye uss sensitive fold se, aur ek shiver spine se hote hue toes tak chala gaya. "Maa… aise bhi mehsoos karti thi?"

Maine Maa ke kapde pehne—ek tight sa salwar jo har kadam pe mere curves ko dabochta tha, jaise koi invisible haath mujhe squeeze kar raha ho, har stitch mere j!sm ki shape ko apne mein ghont raha tha. Fabric itna soft tha ki har movement ke saath woh mere thighs ke beech friction create kar raha tha, barely-there lekin maddening, jaise koi feather barabar touch karke chala gaya ho. The cloth clung to me like a second skin, each thread whispering against my heated flesh, the salwar’s waistband digging just enough to remind me of its grip.

Mere mammon ke neeche blouse ka fabric halka sa khisak raha tha, har saans ke saath woh upar niche hote, nipples ke against rub karte—ek ajeeb si chubhan jo dheere dheere heat mein badal rahi thi. "Maa roz aise kapde pehen kar kaise rehti hogi?" Mere haath apne hips tak gaye, jahan salwar ka elastic mere waist ko mark kar raha tha, leaving behind a faint pink line—a reminder ki yeh j!sm ab mere control se bahar tha.

Ghar me koi nahi tha... Papa USA me kaam karte hain. Tabhi mujhe yaad ayaa mein toh 3 saal pehle mar chuka hun.


Flashback

Woh raat… baarish aisi baras rahi thi jaise aasmaan ro raha ho. Mera bike usi mod pe fisla jahan se roz college jaata tha—tyres ne grip kho diya, aur phir… ek tez light, screeching brakes ki aawaz, aur phir… kuch nahi. Khoon mein lipta hua mera j!sm, ambulance ki sirens jo mere kaanon ko cheer rahi thi, aur door se maa ki cheekh… "Beta! UTHO MERA BETA!"

Par main nahi utha. Kabhi nahi. Chhod gaya unhe—maa ko, meri choti behen ko, papa ko. Unke bina jeene ka ehsaas hi khatam ho chuka tha. Maa ke bina toh jeena bhi adhura tha. Us raat, main mar gaya tha… lekin kya sach mein?

 

[Incestor07]

Chapter 02 : Aurat ka Ehsaas



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Toh kya yeh sab… maut ke baad ka hai? Kya main apni hi maa ke j!sm mein wapas aaya hoon?

Maine apni ungliyon ko apne lips pe fir se slide kiya—itne soft, itne full… jaise koi ripe fruit dab raha ho. Maa ki yaadon ne mujhe andar tak chhoo liya. Kaash main usse ek baar phir… bas ek baar…

Mere pair zameen par khade the, lekin lag raha tha jaise koi aur hi duniya mein chal raha hoon. Har step mein naya ehsaas—salwar ke andar thighs ka rub hote hue, kapdon ka fabric jo mere naye curves ko embrace kar raha tha, har movement ke saath ek unfamiliar weight jo mere chest se hilti thi. "Maa ke mammey itne bhaari hote hain?" Maine apne haathon se unhe sambhala, unki warmth mere palms mein mehsoos hui—ek ajeeb si comfort, ek ajeeb si longing.

Aaine ke saamne khada hokar maine apni nayi soorat ko gaur se dekha. Chehre pe ek alag hi noor tha—aankhein gehari, bhari hui, jaise koi raaz chhupa kar baithe ho. Hoth thode se khile hue, jaise koi unseen force unhe kiss karne ko majboor kar raha ho. Maine apni ungli se apne gaal ko chhua—skin itni mulayam ki haath fisalne ka mann kar raha tha.

"Yeh kaise ho sakta hai?"

Maine apni neck ko touch kiya—woh bhi badal gayi thi, slender aur soft, pulse dheemi si dhadak rahi thi. Har chhoot mein ek naya sensation—jaise mera pura j!sm ab ek live wire ban chuka ho, har nerve ending alert, har inch sensitive.



Maine slowly apne haath ko neeche slide kiya, blouse ke andar—fabric ki roughness aur skin ki silkiness ka contrast hi alag maza de raha tha. Nipples already hard the, unhe chhute hi ek jhatka sa laga jaise koi live wire chhoo liya ho. "Ah!..." Aisa laga jaise current meri ribs se hote hue directly pelvis tak chala gaya. "Itni sensitivity?" Mera dil tez dhadakne laga, chest ke upar sweat ki ek light layer chamak rahi thi.

Phir haath aur neeche gaya, salwar ke waistband ke andar—thighs ke beech woh jagah jo ab nayi thi, geeli si, garm… haath ko wahan jaate hi ek involuntary moan nikal gaya. "Haan..." Yeh kya tha? Itni… hunger? Jaise mera pura j!sm kisi ka intezaar kar raha ho, jaise koi invisible force mujhe apne aap ko chhoone pe majboor kar rahi ho.

Maine apni ungliyon ko lightly wahan ghumaaya—pehle toh darr sa laga, phir ek strange pleasure ne mujhe choka kar diya. "Oh god..." Har touch ke saath naya ehsaas, nayi sensation—jaise koi flower petal by petal khul raha ho. "Maa… aise feel karti thi?" Mere honton pe ek bewajah si smile aa gayi, lekin woh bhi tremble kar rahi thi.

Tabhi pata chala ki saans tez ho gayi hai, hoth thode se khule hue hain, body slightly trembling. "Control kar… par kaise?" Yeh j!sm ab mera nahi lag raha tha—yeh kisi aur ka tha, kisi aur ki desires, kisi aur ki cravings lekin ab… meri ho chuki thi. Mera haath apne aap move ho raha tha, jaise kisi aur ke control mein ho.

Maine apni eyes band ki, haath wahi pada hua—thighs ke beech, ek gentle pressure daalte hue… "Bas… thoda sa…" Har muscle tight ho raha tha, jaise koi coil slowly unwind ho raha ho.

Aur phir—

Dheere se ek finger ne wahan entry ki…

"Aaaah!"

Electric.

Pure j!sm mein current sa dauda gaya. Eyes khul gayi, saans ruk si gayi. "Ye… yeh kya hai?" Itna… intense? Jaise koi waterfall mere andar se guzar gaya ho—pehle cold, phir burning hot.

Dusra finger bhi…

"Nahi… nahi… ah!"

Honth bite liye, lekin moan ruka nahi gaya. "Maa… yeh… yeh kya karwa diya tumne?" Har movement ke saath naya sensation—tightness, wetness, heat—sab mix hoke ek ajeeb si ecstasy create kar rahe the.

Aur phir—

Ek sudden wave…

"Haan! Haan! Haa—"

Pure body ne spasm liya, legs tighten hogaye, toes curl hogaye, haath wahan jakar ruk gaya… Jaise koi dam toot gaya ho, jaise koi bandh tut gaya ho.

"Oh… oh god…"

Breathing heavy, body shaky, mind blank… Chest upar niche ho raha tha, sweat beads collarbone pe slide kar rahe the.

"Yeh… orgasm tha?"

Maine slowly apni ungliyan wahan se nikali—geeli, garm… Jaise koi secret ab mere haathon mein ho.

"Maa… tumhari body… aisi thi?"

Mujhe ab pata chala…

Meri maa ka j!sm…

Ek raaz tha.

Aur ab…

Woh mera ho chuka tha.

 

[Incestor07]

Chapter 03 - Mardo ka Bazaar



Maine bahar jaan ka faisla kiya... maa ki wardrobe ka heavy wooden door kholte hue ek familiar chameli ki khushboo ne mera swaagat kiya - woh maa ki signature fragrance jo har kapde mein base hue thi. Almirah ke andar latke hue kapdon ka rang-biranga saagar dekhkar meri saans tham si gayi.

Hathon ne instinctively ek soft pink salwar suit ko chuna - uska silk fabric mere ungliyon ke beech se fisalta hua, jaise koi shabnam bhari shaam meri skin ko chhoo rahi ho. "Yehi sahi rahega..." maine apne aap se kaha, jabki meri nazar ek delicate lace bra ki taraf khich gayi jo wardrobe ke ek kone mein neatly fold hoke padi thi.

Underwear ke drawer ko kholte hue ek naya wave of excitement mere j!sm mein dauda - itne soft fabrics, itne delicate designs... jaise koi chhoti si ladki ka secret treasure ho. Ek peach colored satin panty uthate hue mere honton par involuntary smile aa gayi - uska fabric itna lightweight tha ki haath mein hone ka ehsaas bhi nahi ho raha tha.

Har kapde ko touch karte hue mere hont tharthara rahe the - salwar ka flowing georgette, choli ki tight stitching jo mere naye curves ko perfectly frame karegi, dupatta ka sheer net jisse hawa mein lehrate dekhkar hi meri skin ne goosebumps develop kar liye.

Maine bra ko apne chest ke against dabaya - uske cups exactly mere naye mammon ki shape mein the... "Maa... tumhari memories in kapdon mein kaise base hain?" ek ajeeb si emotional wave ne mujhe cover kar liya, jabki mere haath automatically apne naye j!sm par fit hone wale kapdon ko carefully choose kar rahe the.

Har fabric, har stitch, har fold... sab mein maa ki yaadein embedded thi. Aur ab... yeh sab mera tha. Mera naya sach. Mera naya j!sm. Mera naya... sab kuch.


Ghar se bahar nikla... pehli baar iss naye j!sm ke saath duniya mein kadam rakha tha. Hawa ke har jhonke ne mere exposed arms ko chhua toh ek alag hi ehsaas hua - jaise koi velvet ke pankhe se hawaa lag rahi ho, jisme thandi hawa ke saath-saath ek strange warmth bhi shamil thi. Goosebumps ne mere saare badan ko cover kar liya, jaise meri skin bhi iss nayi duniya ko greet kar rahi ho - har pore se ek electric current sa guzarta hua mehsoos ho raha tha.

Logon ki nazaron ka weight mere j!sm par gir raha tha - har ek glance jaise koi invisible haath tha jo pehle mere cleavage ke upar se trace karta, phir slowly mere hips tak utarta, aur akhir mein mere puraane masculine walk ki jagah ab naye feminine sway ko observe karta. Sunlight ab pehle se alag feel ho raha tha - warmer, heavier - jaise dhoop ki har kiran iss borrowed body ke har curve ko highlight karte hue usse worship kar rahi ho.

Mere naye mammon par fabric ka gentle friction, har kadam pe thighs ka aapas mein soft rub hona, aur baalon ka hawa mein lehrana - har cheez nayi, har cheez intoxicating thi. Kuch door chalne ke baad hi realize hua ki mere hont apne aap bite hue the, jaise yeh naya j!sm khud ko restrain karne ki koshish kar raha ho.

Saamne se aate ek young ladke ki nazar jab meri figure par atki toh ek ajeeb si warmth ne mere pet ke neeche ek garmahat faila di - na sharam, na ghabrahat, bas ek nayi si craving... ki woh aur dekhe, aur appreciate kare iss nayi feminity ko jo ab meri thi.

Hawa mein maa ke perfume ka ek subtle sa trail tha jo har baar saans lete hue mujhe yaad dilata - yeh body pehle ussi ki thi... aur ab? Har sensation, har gaze, har reaction... sab mera tha. Mera naya sach. Mera naya j!sm. Mera naya... sab kuch.





Ek uncle ne side se guzarte hue apni nazar mere hips tak le gaye - unki aankhon mein woh hunger jo shayad unhone kabhi apni biwi ke saamne dikhayi bhi nahi hogi. Unki nazar itni intense thi ki jaise woh mere kapdon ke neeche tak dekh paa rahe honge, mere salwar ke har fold ko mentally unfold kar rahe honge. Unki gaze mere curves par itni slowly slide hui jaise koi invisible haath mere body ko explore kar raha ho - pehle shoulders, phir waist, aur akhir mein hips par atak gayi.

"Kya dekh rahe ho, saale?" Mann hi mann mein cheekhna chahti thi, lekin saath hi ek strange pride bhi mehsoos hui - ki main itni desirable thi, itni noticeable. Mera j!sm automatically straighter ho gaya, chest thoda sa aage badh gaya - jaise unconsciously hi in stares ko invite kar raha ho.

Mere naye mammon ke neeche ek unusual warmth feel hui, jaise unki nazaron ki heat se hi meri skin garam ho rahi ho. Pet ke neeche ek halki si trembling shuru hui - na darr, na gussa, bas ek nayi si awareness ki log meri taraf aise dekh sakte hain... aur mujhe pasand aa raha hai.

Uncle ke lips thode se khule hue the, jaise woh apni saans ko control karne ki koshish kar rahe honge. Ek second ke liye toh lagaa ki woh ruk kar kuch kehne hi waale hain - shayad compliment ya koi halki si cheekh. Par woh chale gaye, lekin unki nazar ka ehsaas mere j!sm par reh gaya, jaise koi invisible fingerprint ho.

Meri walk mein ek naya confidence aa gaya - hips thoda zyada sway karne lage, hands ne apne aap hair ko adjust kiya. Yeh naya attention... yeh nayi power... mujhe intoxicating lag rahi thi. Kaash maa yeh sab dekh paati - ki uska beta ab uski hi body mein kitna khoobsurat, kitna desirable lag raha hai.




Mere paas se ek college ka ladka guzra - uska intense stare mere chest par atka hua tha, lips slightly parted in awe jaise koi khoobsurat painting dekh raha ho. Uske gaalon pe ek halki si blush thi, saans thodi tez - clearly inexperienced in hiding his attraction. Uska dost use elbow maarke hila bhi gaya, "Chal na be" jaisa kuch bolte hue, lekin woh fir bhi peeche mud kar dekhta raha, neck twist karke bhi last glimpse lene ki koshish mein.

Meri saansen thodi tez ho gayi - "Aisa lag raha hai jaise sab jaante hain ki andar kya chal raha hai..." Har gaze mere j!sm par actual touch ki tarah mehsoos ho rahi thi. Mere thighs ke beech woh halki si geeli feeling fir se wapas aa gayi, jaise koi invisible hand ne wahan ek switch on kar diya ho. Salwar ka fabric jo pehle comfortable tha ab thoda rough feel ho raha tha - har step ke saath uss sensitive area ko stimulate kar raha tha, jaise koi deliberately mere andar ki aag ko bhadka raha ho.

Meri walk automatically thodi slower ho gayi, hips ka sway thoda zyada exaggerated - jaise mera apna hi j!sm mujhe tempt kar raha ho ki aur tease karun. Blouse ke andar mere nipples hard ho gaye, fabric ke against unka friction ek sweet discomfort create kar raha tha. "Kya yeh maa bhi mehsoos karti thi?" Mann mein ek strange thought aaya - "Kya woh bhi kabhi... enjoy karti thi?"

Us ladke ki nazron ka weight mere mammon par itna strong tha ki jaise unki heat se meri skin garam ho rahi ho. Ek ajeeb si power trip ne mujhe cover kar liya - yeh deewana karne wali attraction, yeh control... sab mera tha. Mera naya sach. Mera naya j!sm. Mera naya... sab kuch.


"Maa bhi aise hi mehsoos karti thi?" Mann mein sawaal utha. "Jab woh bahar nikalti thi, logon ki nazaron ko apne upar slide hote hue dekhti thi? Kya usko bhi yeh...excitement hoti thi? Yeh forbidden thrill jo ab mere j!sm mein current ki tarah daud raha hai?" Mera haath automatically apne hip par gaya, fingers ne fabric ko thoda sa adjust kiya - lekin asli intention toh tha khud ko thoda soothe karna, in nayi sensations ko control mein lana.

Har ek stare, har ek glance mere liye ek naya experience tha - jaise main kisi exhibitionist fantasy mein jee raha hoon. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, lekin is baar excitement se, darr se nahi. Yeh naya j!sm sirf physical transformation nahi tha - yeh toh ek nayi duniya ka darwaza khol raha tha. Aur main...main isme drown hone ko taiyaar thi.

Mere haath apne stomach tak gaye, jahan blouse thoda sa uth kar mere navel ko expose kar raha tha. Hawa ne wahan bhi chhua, aur ek sudden jhatka sa laga, jaise kisi ne andar tak fingers daal di ho. "Ye sab sach mein ho raha hai…"



Ek launda bike pe se chillaya—"Aunty, ek baar smile kar do!" Uska raspy voice mere kaanon mein ghusa, jaise koi garam spoon kheer mein daal raha ho. Ek unexpected jhatka mere nipples tak pahuncha, jaise unhe kisi ne invisible threads se kheench liya ho. Mera j!sm garm ho gaya, jaise andar koi slow fire bujh raha ho—dheere-dheere, laal hoti hui embers ki tarah, jo har saans ke saath zyada bhadak rahi thi. Mere hont apne aap khul gaye, ek involuntary smile form hui, lekin andar toh pet ke neeche ek coil tight ho rahi thi, jaise koi spring compress kar raha ho. "Aise dekhte hain sab?" Ye soch ke hi mere thighs apne aap press ho gayi, salwar ka fabric ab beech mein itna thin mehsoos ho raha tha jaise woh dissolve ho raha ho.

Raste mein ek construction worker ne seeti bajayi—"Kitni mast maal hai yaar…" Uska hungry stare mere hips se breasts tak travel kiya, jaise koi scanner ho. Maine consciously apni chaal slow kar di... hawa mein apne j!sm ko mehsoos kiya. Mammay halke se hile, blouse ka fabric unpe itna tight ki nipples ke outlines clear dikh rahe the—jaise woh khud ko display karne ke liye impatient ho. Unka weight, har kadam pe unka sway... naya par intoxicating. Thighs rub hui, aur panty ke andar ek halki si itching shuru ho gayi—geelapan ka ehsaas, jaise mera apna hi j!sm mujhe dhokha de raha ho, apni wetness ko chupa nahi pa raha.

"Ye attention… Maa ko aise feel hota hai har din?" Mere ungliyon ne subconsciously apni skirt ke pleats ko tight pakad liya, jaise koi guilty thought ko control karne ki koshish ho. Har stare, har whistle mere bare skin par garam iron ki tarah press ho raha tha, ek permanent mark chhod raha tha—"Main ab Maa hoon… aur sab jaante hain." Ye realization mere andar ek saans ki tarah ghusi, sharam aur thrill ka ek ajeeb cocktail bana kar—jaise unki nazrein woh haath ho jo main na hata pa rahi thi... na hi hataana chahti thi.

Mere piche se ek aur bike waale ne cheekh kar kaha—"Aunty thoda ruk jao na!" Uske dost hasne lage, lekin meri skin pe ek aur layer of sweat aa gayi. Blouse ke andar sweat beads mere cleavage mein slide ho rahi thi, jaise koi secret message likh rahe ho. Salwar ke beech ka friction ab unbearable ho raha tha—har step pe ek nayi sensation, jaise koi feather lightly touch kar ke bhag jaye.

Maine apne baalon ko shoulder pe pheka, aur ek aur seeti sunai di. "Arre dekh! Hila rahi hai!" Meri saans fulti si ho gayi... kyoon? Kyoon ki andar ek hissa enjoy kar raha tha? Maa ke j!sm ki ye power? Mera haath apne hip par gaya, aur mujhe ehsaas hua ki main unconsciously apne curves ko accentuate kar rahi thi. Kya yehi woh feeling hoti hai jab koi aurat jaan kar bhi apni sexuality ko display kare?

Pet ke neeche woh coil aur tight hui... haath ne salwar ko aur tight pakad liya... lekin kya main rok paungi? Ya... chahti bhi hoon?