Hello doston, yeh meri kahani hai ek aise ghar ki jahaan rozmarra ki zindagi, chhupi hui hawas aur andheri rishton ke raaz ek doosre se ulajh jaate hain. Main hoon Rehan, umar 24 saal, college complete kar chuka hoon lekin abhi tak koi job nahi mili. Ghar par hi rehta hoon, din bhar awaragardi karta hoon – friends ke saath ghoomna, bike pe ghumna, movies dekhna, ya phone pe timepass. Dikhne mein ek body builder type,wheatish skin, baal messy rehte hain, aur chehra simple lekin aankhon mein ek chhupi si bechaini jo kabhi kabhi dikhti hai. Ghar mein hum char log rehte hain zyadatar – main, meri ammi Sana, meri aapi Zainab (jo ab sasural mein rehti hai lekin aati jaati rehti hai), aur meri choti behen Maryam. Papa business ke silsile mein Delhi mein rehte hain, mahine mein do-teen baar aate hain, paisa bhejte rehte hain taaki humara ghar chal sake. Humara ghar Lucknow ke ek mohalle mein hai, chhota sa duplex, upar bedrooms aur neeche living room aur kitchen.
Ab ammi ke baare mein bataun – Sana, umar 48 saal, housewife hain, ghar sambhalti hain poori zimmedari se. Woh hamesha salwar suit pehenti hain, jo unki mature figure ko highlight karta hai lekin decent tarike se. Unka figure hai 42-32-38, bade bade boobs jo suit ke upar se ubharte hain, especially jab woh jhukti hain toh cleavage thoda dikh jaata hai, patli kamar jo age badhne se thodi soft ho gayi hai lekin abhi bhi attractive, aur moti gaand jo chalte waqt hilti hai, salwar mein tight dikhti hai. Gori skin, lambe baal bandhe rehte hain ghar ke kaam mein, chehra sundar aur mature, badi badi aankhein jo kabhi kabhi akelapan dikhaati hain. Ammi papa ki absence mein akeli feel karti hain, lekin hum bacchon se shikayat nahi karti, bas ghar ke kaamo me busy rahti hai.
Meri aapi Zainab, umar 25 saal, ek saal pahle shaadi hui hai, sasural mein rehti hai lekin maayke aati jaati rehti hai, especially weekends pe. Woh modern type ki hai, shaadi se pehle job karti thi office mein, ab ghar sambhalti hai. Figure 40-28-36, perfect hourglass shape, boobs medium size, kamar patli gym se, hips curvy, jeans ya saree mein bahut hot lagti hai. Gori skin, short baal stylish cut mein, chehra sharp, ladke uspe line maarte the college time mein.
Aur meri choti behen Maryam, umar 20 saal, college ki second year mein hai, commerce student hai. Bahut hi cute aur bubbly type ki hai, ghar mein kurti jeans ya leggings pehenti hai jo uski young body ko show karti hai. Figure 36-26-34, slim, chhote boobs, patli kamar jo top mein flat dikhti hai, round gaand jo leggings mein tight dikhti hai chalte waqt. Fair skin, lambe silky baal , chehra babyface wala, badi aankhein aur smile jo ladkon ko attract karti hai college mein. Woh innocent lagti hai,phone pe reels dekhti rehti hai.
Papa ka naam Asif hai, umar 50 saal, business mein busy rehte hain, bahar Delhi mein office hai, kabhi kabhi aate hain ghar, paise bhejte rahte hain. Is kahani mein unka role kam hai, lekin unki absence se ghar mein ek khali pan hai.
Kahani ki shuruaat hoti hai ek dopahar se. Yeh ek garam din tha, June ka mahina, garmi itni ki fan full speed pe chal raha tha. Main college complete kar ke ghar par hi tha, din bhar awaragardi karta rehta tha, toh us din dopahar mein bahar se aaya tha friends ke saath ghum ke. Ghar pahuncha toh thak gaya tha, direct bathroom jaane ka socha fresh ho kar. Ghar ka bathroom upar wale floor pe tha, jo ammi ke room ke bagal mein tha. Main sidhiya chadh raha tha, lekin bathroom ka darwaaza half khula tha, andar se paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi – shower chal raha tha. Main socha shayad Maryam hai, lekin darwaaza thoda aur khula tha galti se, aur main ruk gaya – achanak se jhaank liya andar, aur jo dekha usse mera dil ruk gaya.
Andar ammi thi – bilkul nangi, shower ke neeche khadi, paani unke body pe gir raha tha. Unhone aankh band kiye hue the, sir peeche ki taraf utha hua, paani baalon se gir raha tha peeche ki taraf, lambe baal geele ho ke peeth pe chipak gaye the. Unka chehra fresh lag raha tha. Paani unki gardan se neeche beh raha tha, fair skin chamak rahi thi geelepan se. Unke boobs – uff, pehli baar itne kareeb se dekha – bade 42 size ke heavy, paani unpe gir raha tha, nipples pink aur erect khade hue thand se, paani ki dhaar nipples se slide ho ke neeche beh rahi thi gol gol ubharte hue. Unhone haath upar kiye shampoo lagane ke liye, toh boobs upar uth gaye the, underarms fair aur shaved dikhte hue. Paani kamar se neeche beh raha tha, pet flat aur soft, navel mein paani jam raha tha, phir hips pe pahunch raha tha moti curvy hips pe, gaand round aur ubhari hui, paani gaand ke crack mein slide ho ke neeche jaanghon pe gir raha tha. Unki taangein thodi alag thi, chut shaved aur pink, paani uspe gir raha tha lips ke beech se, jaise wash kar raha ho. Ammi dheere se haath neeche le gayi, sabun liya aur boobs pe ferne lagi – haathon se boobs ko gol gol ghumaati hui, nipples ko ungli se chhuti hui, muh se dheemi siski nikli jaise maza aa raha ho. Phir haath pet pe, navel mein ungli daal ke saaf karti hui, phir jaanghon pe, chut ke around ferte hue dheere se clit pe touch kiya, body hil gayi thodi si. Woh palti thodi si, gaand ki taraf muh kiya shower ke, paani gaand pe gir raha tha, haath se gaand ke cheeks alag kar ke saaf karti hui, ungli crack mein ferte hue. Main freeze ho gaya tha, lund khada ho raha tha pant mein, saans rok ke dekh raha tha har movement ko – ammi ka yeh roop, nangi geeli body, har curve paani se chamak raha tha.
Achanak ammi ne shower band kiya, towel uthaane ke liye palti – uski nazar darwaaze pe padi, mujhe dekha! Aankhein badi ho gayi shock se, muh khul gaya, body akad gayi, haath jhat se boobs aur chut chhupane ke liye gaye. Main bhag gaya wahan se, room mein jaake darwaaza band kiya, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Raat bhar so nahi paaya, baar baar woh scene yaad aa raha tha.
Subah ke 8 baj rahe the. Maryam school ke liye nikal gayi thi – usne jaldi se breakfast kiya, bag uthaya aur “Bye Ammi, bye bhaiya!” bolke darwaza band kar diya. Ghar mein sannata chha gaya.Main hall mein sofe pe baitha tha, phone scroll kar raha tha lekin dhyan kahin aur tha. Kal dopahar ka scene baar baar aankhon ke saamne aa raha tha – ammi ka nanga badan shower ke neeche, paani se chamakta hua, boobs hilte hue, gaand ubhari hui, chut geeli… mera lund subah se hi half khada tha soch soch ke.
Ammi kitchen se bahar aayi – breakfast ke bartan saaf karne ke baad. Unhone aaj light blue salwar suit pehna tha, jo garmi mein comfortable tha lekin unki figure ko hug karta hua. Suit ka dupatta shoulder pe loosely gira hua tha, dupatta thoda slip hone se cleavage thodi dikh rahi thi – bade boobs suit ke upar se ubhar rahe the, nipples ka halka sa outline dikhta tha fabric ke through (bra shayad thin thi). Salwar hips pe tight thi, moti gaand ka shape saaf dikh raha tha chalte waqt. Baal bandhe the, chehra fresh lekin aankhein thodi neeche jhuki hui, jaise raat bhar so nahi paayi ho.
Woh hall mein aayi, table pe paani ka glass rakhne ke liye jhuki – us waqt dupatta aur slip ho gaya, cleavage poora ubhar aaya, boobs ke beech ki line saaf dikhi, fair skin pe halka paseena chamak raha tha. Main ghoor raha tha bina palak jhapkaye – unke doodh pe nazar tik gayi, yaad aa gaya kal shower mein woh kaise haathon se masal rahi thi sabun lagate hue. Mera lund pant mein tight ho gaya, main jhat se nazar neeche kar li, phone pe dekhne laga jaise kuch padh raha hoon.
Ammi glass rakh ke seedhi hui, mujhe dekha ek second ke liye – unki aankhein meri aankhon se mili, woh turant sharma gayi, chehra laal ho gaya, nazar jhat se side mein ghuma li. Usne dupatta jaldi se theek kiya, haath se pallu pakad ke chest ke paas dabaya, jaise chhupana chahti ho. Woh dheere se boli, awaaz thodi kamp rahi thi, “Rehan… chai piyoge?” Main haan mein sir hilaaya, lekin awaaz nahi nikli – mera gala sookh raha tha.
Woh kitchen ki taraf palti, chalte waqt gaand hil rahi thi salwar mein – moti round gaand, har kadam pe left-right. Main peeche se ghoor raha tha, yaad aa gaya kal shower mein paani gaand ke crack se beh raha tha. Mera haath apne aap pant pe chala gaya, lund ko dabaya dheere se. Ammi kitchen mein gayi, lekin darwaaza khula chhod diya – main sofe se utha, dheere se kitchen ke darwaaze pe pahuncha, side se jhaankne laga.
Ammi sink pe khadi thi, bartan dhone lagi. Jhuk gayi sponge leke – gaand peeche ki taraf ubhar gayi, salwar tight ho gayi hips pe, crack ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Usne haath se dupatta theek kiya, lekin jhukte waqt boobs neeche latak gaye, suit ke collar se cleavage aur gehra ho gaya. Main ghoor raha tha – unke doodh pe nazar thi, yaad aa gaya kal woh kaise paani se chamak rahe the. Ammi ne jaise mehsoos kiya mera dekhna – woh palti thodi si, mujhe dekha darwaaze pe khada. Aankhein mili – unki aankhein badi ho gayi, chehra ekdum laal, woh jhat se seedhi hui, dupatta chest pe zor se dabaya, haath kaamp rahe the.
Woh dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Rehan… tu… yahan kya kar raha hai?” Main ghabra gaya, bola “Bas… paani peene aaya tha.” Lekin meri awaaz bhi kamp rahi thi, aur nazar unke boobs pe hi thi. Ammi ne notice kiya – woh aur sharma gayi, nazar neeche kar li, haath se suit ke collar ko upar kheenchne lagi jaise chhupana chahti ho. Usne sink ki taraf palti, lekin ab bhi gaand meri taraf thi, hil rahi thi halke se saans se.
Main paani ka glass leke wapas sofe pe baitha, lekin ab phone nahi dekh raha tha – nazar ammi pe hi thi. Woh kitchen se hall mein aayi, table saaf karne lagi. Jhuk gayi plate uthane ke liye – boobs neeche latak gaye, suit ke upar se cleavage poora dikh gaya, nipples ka shape saaf. Main ghoor raha tha, lund full khada ho gaya pant mein. Ammi ne mujhe dekha – aankhein mili, woh sharma ke nazar neeche kar li, chehra laal, haath se pallu pakad ke chest chhupane lagi.
Main sharma ke nazar neeche kar liya, lekin phir se utha ke dekha – ab ammi sofa ke paas aayi thi, remote uthane ke liye jhuki. Gaand meri taraf thi, salwar mein crack ka shape, moti gaand hil rahi thi. Main ghoor raha tha, haath pant pe chala gaya, lund ko dabaya. Ammi ne palat ke dekha – meri nazar gaand pe thi, woh ekdum sharma gayi, seedhi hui, pallu theek kiya, chehra haath se chhupaya thodi der ke liye. Usne dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Rehan… kal jo hua… woh… galti se ho gaya… please bhool ja beta…” lekin awaaz mein kuch aur tha – jaise woh khud bhi bhool nahi pa rahi thi.
Main kuch nahi bola, sirf nazar neeche kar li, lekin dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ammi wapas kitchen chali gayi, lekin chalte waqt hips zyada hil rahe the, jaise jaan boojh ke ya sharm se. Main sofe pe baitha raha, lund dard kar raha tha – subah se hi ammi ke doodh aur gaand ko ghoorta raha, aur har baar jab aankhein milti, dono sharma jaate, nazar neeche kar lete.
Dopahar ke 1 baj rahe the, garmi peak pe thi. Ammi room mein rest karne gayi, darwaaza khula chhod diya. Main dheere se upar gaya, darwaaze ke paas pahuncha – andar ammi bed pe leti thi, salwar suit mein hi, dupatta side mein gira hua, boobs upar neeche ho rahe the saans se. Woh soyi nahi thi, aankhein band thi lekin haath pet pe tha, dheere dheere fer rahi thi. Main dekh raha tha – unke doodh suit ke upar se ubhar rahe the, gaand side mein tilted. Mera lund phir khada ho gaya.
Ammi ne jaise mehsoos kar liya, aankhein kholi halki si – mujhe dekha darwaaze pe. Woh sharma gayi, jhat se dupatta uthaya chest pe, nazar neeche kar li, chehra laal. Usne dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Rehan… andar aana mat… jaa niche baith.” Lekin awaaz mein virodh nahi tha, balki ek dheemi si bechaini thi.
Main wapas neeche aa gaya
Raat ke 1 baj rahe the. Ghar mein bilkul sannata tha – Maryam apne room mein so chuki thi, uska room neeche hi tha. Ammi bhi upar apne bedroom mein leti hui hongi. Main apne room mein bed pe tha, lights band, sirf phone ki screen ki neeli roshni chehre pe pad rahi thi.
Subah se dimag mein bas ammi hi thi – shower wali nangi body, dopahar ke cleavage slips, gaand ka hilna, woh sharmili nazrein jo mujhse milti thi aur turant chur jaati thi. Lund subah se hi half-hard tha, ab raat mein full tension mein aa gaya tha. Main phone uthaya, headphones lagaaye, aur browser khola. Milf porn search kiya – "Indian mature aunty shower" type ke videos. Ek video play kiya jisme ek gori, mature aurat salwar suit pehne thi, phir dheere dheere nangi hoti ja rahi thi.
Video shuru hua – aunty bathroom mein thi, suit utaar rahi thi. Jaise hi usne dupatta giraaya, bade boobs suit ke upar se ubhar aaye. Main imagine karne laga – yeh aunty nahi, meri ammi hai. Sana. Uski fair skin, woh bade 42 size ke heavy boobs jo suit ke through outline dikhte the. Video mein aunty ne suit utaara, bra mein aa gayi – black bra, nipples hard. Main soch raha tha: ammi ki bra bhi aisi hi hogi kya? Pink ya white, thin fabric jo nipples ko push karta ho.
Mera haath pant ke andar chala gaya. Lund bahar nikaala – already pre-cum se geela, topi chamak rahi thi. Dheere se haath se pakda, upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Video mein aunty ne bra utaari, boobs bahar aaye – hil rahe the, nipples pink aur erect.
"Ammi... tere yeh bade doodh... kitne bhari hue hain... shower mein paani se chamak rahe the... main dekh raha tha sab..."
Haath ki speed badhi thodi si. Video mein aunty ne haath neeche le jaake panty utaari, shaved chut dikhi, ungli daal rahi thi. Main imagine kar raha tha ammi ko – woh bed pe leti hui, salwar suit mein, dupatta side mein, haath pet pe se neeche ja raha hai.
"Ammi... tu bhi akeli feel karti hai na raat ko? Papa nahi hote... main hoon na tere paas... tere yeh moti gaand ko pakad ke... peeche se dabaunga... teri chut mein ungli daal ke... siskiyaan nikaalunga tujhse..."
Lund ab full hard tha, veins ubhar aaye the. Main bed pe seedha let gaya, ghutne mod ke, haath tez chala raha tha. Phone screen pe aunty ab vibrator use kar rahi thi,awaaze kar rahi thi.
"Umm... ammi... teri chut kitni geeli hogi... main chaatunga... zubaan se clit pe ghumaunga... tu hilna... boobs dabana... nipples ko marodna... bolna 'Rehan beta... aur zor se...'"
haath ki palm topi pe ragad raha tha, pre-cum se slippery ho gaya tha pura lund. Balls tight ho gaye the. Main side pe palta, pillow ko pakad ke imagine kiya ammi ko pillow ki jagah – uski gaand peeche se dabayi hui.
"Ammi... teri gaand... moti round... main thappad maarunga... red kar dunga... phir gand mein ungli daal ke... andar tak... tu cheekhna mat... dheere se... beta aa raha hai tere andar..."
"Aaah... ammi... main tera doodh choosunga... nipples ko kaatunga... teri chut mein lund daal ke pelunga... zor zor se... tu chillana 'beta... aur tez... maa ko chod de...'"
Phir ek zor ka jhatka laga – body akad gayi, hips upar uth gaye, lund se garam garam cum nikalne laga. Pehla shot pillow pe gira, doosra haath pe, teesra bed sheet pe. Main saans phoolte hue ruk gaya, haath abhi bhi hil raha tha dheeme se last drops nikaalne ke liye. Cum geela garam tha, smell aa raha tha room mein.
Video band kiya, headphones utaare. Dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Guilt bhi aaya thoda – yeh meri ammi hai... lekin saath hi excitement bhi. Socha, agar ammi jaan jaaye toh? Ya agar woh bhi yahi soch rahi ho?
Phone side mein rakha, lights band karke let gaya. Dimag mein ab bhi ammi ka nanga badan ghum raha tha. Neend nahi aa rahi thi – bas soch raha tha kal subah kya hoga... jab aankhein milengi toh kya feel hoga?
Subah ka time tha. Ghar mein halki si roshni thi – parde se suraj ki pehli kirnein andar aa rahi thi. Maryam abhi so rahi thi, uska alarm 8 baje ka tha. Main bed se utha, face wash kiya, aur neeche hall mein aa gaya. Dil abhi bhi raat ke fantasy se dhadak raha tha – ammi ke baare mein woh gandi baatein bol ke hilaya tha, ab subah usi ammi se saamna karna tha. Lund thoda sa heavy feel ho raha tha, jaise subah se hi yaad aa rahi ho.
Kitchen se awaaz aa rahi thi – chulhe pe chai ban rahi thi, spoon ki chhann chhann. Main dheere se kitchen ke darwaaze pe pahuncha, andar jhaanka. Ammi wahan thi – light pink salwar suit pehne, dupatta shoulder pe loosely pada hua. Baal abhi bhi thode geele the, shayad naha ke aayi thi. Suit ka collar thoda low tha, jhukte waqt cleavage ki shuruaat dikh rahi thi. Woh stove pe khadi thi, chai chammach se chalaa rahi thi, peeth meri taraf.
Main andar gaya, table ke paas khada ho gaya. Ammi ne palat ke dekha – aankhein mili. Ek second ke liye dono freeze ho gaye. Unki aankhein badi ho gayi, phir jhat se nazar neeche gir gayi. Chehra ekdum laal ho gaya, jaise raat bhar socha ho ki kal kya hua tha. Woh dupatta jaldi se chest pe theek karne lagi, haath kaamp rahe the halke se.
Main bola, awaaz thodi bhaari, “Ammi… subah subah chai bana rahi ho?”
Woh sirf haan mein sir hilaayi, awaaz nahi nikli pehle. Phir dheeme se boli, “Haan beta… tu baith, laati hoon.” Lekin awaaz mein kampan tha, jaise sharm se gala bhar aaya ho.
Main table pe baith gaya, chair pe peeche jhuk ke. Ammi cup mein chai daal rahi thi. Jhuk gayi sugar daalne ke liye – dupatta slip ho gaya thoda, cleavage gehra ho gaya, boobs suit ke upar se ubhar aaye, fair skin pe halka paseena chamak raha tha garmi se. Main ghoor raha tha – bina palak jhapkaye. Yaad aa gaya raat ka: woh bade doodh, nipples pink, paani se geele. Mera nazar tik gayi wahi pe.
Ammi ne notice kiya. Usne palat ke dekha – meri nazar uske boobs pe thi. Woh ekdum sharma gayi, haath se dupatta zor se dabaya chest pe, cup table pe rakh diya jhatke se. Chai thodi bahar gir gayi. Usne bola, awaaz dheemi aur kampkampaati, “Rehan… chai… pi le.” Phir nazar side mein ghuma li, chehra laal, kaan tak laal.
Main cup uthaya, lekin nazar abhi bhi uspe thi. Woh palti, sink ki taraf gayi – gaand hil rahi thi salwar mein, har kadam pe left-right sway. Main peeche se ghoor raha tha, yaad aa gaya shower mein pani darar se beh raha tha. Mera haath table ke neeche chala gaya, pant pe dabaya dheere se – lund half khada ho gaya tha subah se.
Ammi ne palat ke dekha – mujhe table ke neeche haath dekh liya shayad. Usne aankhein jhuka li, haath se pallu pakad ke chest chhupaya.
Ammi kitchen se bahar aayi, hall mein TV on kiya, remote uthane ke liye jhuki. Gaand meri taraf, salwar tight. Main ghoor raha tha phir se. Woh seedhi hui, palti – aankhein mili. Is baar woh nazar nahi churayi turant. Ek second tak dekhti rahi, aankhon mein confusion tha – sharm, bechaini, aur shayad thoda sa hawas bhi. Phir jhat se nazar neeche, chehra aur laal, woh sofa pe baith gayi, dupatta theek kiya, TV pe dhyan dene lagi jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Main baitha raha, chai pi raha tha lekin taste feel nahi ho raha tha. Nazrein baar baar uspe ja rahi thi – uske boobs upar neeche ho rahe the saans se, gaand sofa pe dab rahi thi. Woh bhi jaise mehsoos kar rahi thi – baar baar dupatta theek karti, nazar idhar udhar, kabhi mujhe dekhti, phir jhat se TV pe.
Dil mein confusion tha – yeh sharm sirf guilt se hai? Ya woh bhi raat ko soch rahi thi? Aage badhne ka mann kar raha tha – haath badha ke touch karne ka, ya kuch bold karne ka – lekin dar bhi lag raha tha. Agar galat samajh li toh?
