Incest Vidhva Ghar ki Hawas: Ravi ka Zulm

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Shantidevi ka Ravi ke College Jaane ke Baad Sabse Baat –

Ravi college ke liye nikal gaya tha – subah 8 baje ki bus pakdi, ghar se “Bye dadi, bye maa, bye diyon” bol kar muskurata hua chala gaya. Uske jaate hi haveli mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya. Bahar suraj chamak raha tha, lekin andar ke kamron mein andhera sa mehsoos ho raha tha.

Shantidevi courtyard mein khadi thi, uski white saree subah ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi, lekin uska chehra udaas tha. Usne haath utha kar sabko ishaara kiya – Rekha kitchen se, Shobha apne kamre se, Meera aur Pooja terrace se niche aayi. Sabki aankhon mein sawal tha,

lekin koi kuch nahi boli. Shantidevi ne dheere se kaha, “Sab mere kamre mein aao. Abhi. Darwaza band kar dena. Koi awaaz bahar na jaaye.”

Sab chupke se andar aayi. Kamra purana tha – deewaron par purani tasveerein, ek chhota sa mandir corner mein, bed par purani chadar. Shantidevi bed par baith gayi, uske haath kaanp rahe the. Rekha uske bagal mein baith gayi, Shobha zameen par,

Meera aur Pooja ek doosre ke paas cross-legged baithi. Darwaza band kiya, parde band kiye – kamra ab sirf diya ki roshni se jagmaga raha tha, orange glow mein sabke chehre udaas dikhte the.

Shantidevi ne gehri saans li, uski aankhein band ki, phir kholi. Usne mandir ki taraf dekha, jaise bhagwan se maafi maang rahi ho. Phir awaaz bhaari kar ke boli, har shabd mein dard bhara hua:

“Beta log… aaj main ashram se wapas aayi hoon. Guruji se mili. Unhone poora sach bataya… hamare khandan ka shraap ab bilkul saaf hai. Yeh sirf kahani nahi, yeh hamari haqiqat hai.

Ravi hamara aakhri chirag hai. Uske baap, mere pati, tum sabke pati… sab is shraap ki wajah se gaye. Ab Ravi ki baari hai agar humne kuch nahi kiya. Guruji ne kaha… seva sirf touch nahi. Poora samarpan. Har aurat ko Ravi ko apna banana hoga.

Dil se, sharir se, har pal. Alag-alag waqt par… kabhi subah, kabhi raat. Hug, kiss, massage… aur poora milan bhi. Aur jab sab tayyar ho jaayein… ek raat sab milkar… andhere mein… terrace par ya kamre mein… usko gher kar pyar dena. Woh hamara hoga… poora hamara. Tabhi shraap tootega.”

Kamre mein sannata chha gaya. Sirf saanson ki awaaz thi, tez saanson ki. Rekha ki aankhein pehle hi bhar aayi thi – woh apne haathon se muh daba kar ro padi. Uske aansu haathon se beh kar zameen par gir rahe the.

Maa… yeh kya keh rahi ho? Woh mera beta hai! Main uski maa hoon! Usne mujhe paala hai… maine usko apne seene se lagaya hai bachpan mein. Kaise… kaise sab milkar? Yeh galat hai…

yeh paap hai! Main usko share nahi kar sakti! Uske baap ke jaane ke baad sirf wohi toh mera sahara hai. Har subah main usko uthati hoon, uske sar sehlaati hoon, usko gale lagati hoon… woh mera hai, sirf mera!”

Rekha ki awaaz toot rahi thi, woh hil rahi thi. Usne apne boobs par haath rakha, jaise yaad kar rahi ho ki kaise woh Ravi ko doodh pilati thi. Aansu beh rahe the, uski nighty geeli ho gayi thi. Shantidevi ne usko gale laga liya, khud bhi ro padi:

Rekha beta… mera dil bhi toot raha hai. Main uski dadi hoon, maine uske baap ko janma hai. Mujhe bhi sharm aati hai. Sochti hoon ki 55 saal ki umar mein kaise uske saamne apni saree kholungi? Kaise uske sharir ko apne sharir se jodungi? Par socho…

agar humne aankh band kar li toh kal subah woh bhi nahi rahega. Uske chehre ki muskaan, uski awaaz, uska future… sab khatam. Main apni saas ko dekha tha… unhone yeh kiya tha. Unhone apne devar ko apna banaya…

raat bhar uske saath rahi, usko andar liya, uske seed se pregnant hui… aur shraap ruka. Ab humari baari hai. Beta… yeh paap nahi, yeh raksha hai. Tu uski maa hai, tu pehle se hi uske saath gehri ho chuki hai. Kal subah jo tune kiya, uski aankhon mein aansu the, lekin dil mein sukoon bhi tha. Ab aur aage badhna hoga… sab milkar.”

Rekha ne sir jhukaya, roti rahi. “Maa… mujhe darr lag raha hai. Agar Ravi ko pata chal gaya? Agar woh humse nafrat karne laga? Woh jawaan hai,

lekin dil ka saaf hai. Main usko har raat gale lagati hoon, usko bolti hoon ‘Beta, maa ke bina mat rehna.’ Par ab yeh… sab saath? Main jealous feel kar rahi hoon. Woh mera beta hai… mera!”

Shobha, jo ab tak chup baithi thi, aage badhi. Uski aankhein bhi geeli thi, uska figure (38-34-38) saree mein dikh raha tha, lekin ab woh sharm se jhuk rahi thi.

Maa… main… main bhi darr rahi hoon. Mere pati ke jaane ke baad main tadapti rahi hoon. Raaton ko akeli roti hoon, sochti hoon ki koi toh ho jo mujhe chhue, jo mujhe pyar de.

Ravi ko dekhti hoon toh dil mein kuch hota hai… lekin yeh? Poora samarpan? Main uski chachi hoon… kaise usko apna banungi? Kaise uske kamre mein jaakar usko bolungi ‘Beta, chachi ko pyar do… thoda aur gehra pyar’?

Aur sab saath? Andhere mein sab usko gher kar? Yeh shocking hai maa… mera dil dhadak raha hai. Par agar yeh sach hai… agar Ravi bach jayega… toh main bhi karungi. Mere andar bhi aag hai… 40 saal ki umar mein abhi bhi tadap hai. Main apna sab kuch de dungi. Bas… batao kaise shuru karun?

Kal shaam ko main uske saath terrace par jaungi… usko baatein karungi, phir haath pakdungi, phir hug… aur agar woh paas aaya toh… main apni saree dhili kar dungi. Uske liye khol dungi sab. Par maa… yeh dil ko kitna dard dega?”

Shantidevi ne Shobha ko bhi gale laga liya, uske sar par haath phera. “Shobha beta… tu bahut strong hai. Teri tadap main jaanti hoon. Jab tera pati gaya tha, maine tujhe rote dekha tha.

Ab yeh tadap Ravi ko de… lekin pyar se. Yeh seva hai, yeh pyar hai. Tu maan gayi na? Theek hai… kal shaam teri baari.”

Ab Pooja ki baari aayi. Woh 24 saal ki thi, figure (34-28-38) sexy, hips attractive. Divorce ke baad woh bold ho gayi thi, lekin ab uski aankhein bhar aayi thi. Woh aage badhi,

sharmate hue boli: “Dadi… main toh sabse chhoti hoon yahan. Mera divorce hua, maine bahut kuch dekha hai duniya mein. Pati ne chod diya, ab ghar aayi hoon. Ravi ko dekhti hoon toh dil mein kuch hota hai…

woh jawaan hai, handsome. Main usko tease karti hoon, shorts pehen kar uske saamne ghoomti hoon. Par yeh… poora apna banana? Sab milkar? Yeh bahut shocking hai dadi. Sochti hoon ki terrace par andhere mein sab usko gher lenge… main uski hips par haath rakhungi,

Meera uske seene par, Rekha maa uske honthon par… aur tu dadi usko gale lagayegi. Yeh kaisa pyar hai? Mera dil toot raha hai. Par… agar yeh rasta hai ghar bachane ka, toh main bold ban jaungi. Main usko seduce karungi – kal dopahar ko uske kamre mein jaungi, usko bolungi ‘Bhaiya, Pooja di ko massage do… back pain hai.

Phir main apne kapde dheere se utaar dungi, usko dikhaungi apni gand, apna figure. Usko bolungi ‘Bhaiya… di ko pyar do… thoda adult pyar.’ Par dadi… yeh emotional hai. Main ro rahi hoon abhi… kyuki yeh galat lag raha hai, lekin sahi bhi.”

Pooja ro padi, usne apne haathon se aansu ponche. Shantidevi ne usko pakda, “Pooja beta… tu jawaan hai, teri tadap alag hai. Tu maan gayi… theek hai. Teri boldness se hi yeh silsila chalega.”

Aakhir mein Meera – 22 saal ki, figure (34-30-36) perfect. Woh sabse chup baithi thi, lekin ab uski awaaz nikli, kaanpti hui, roti hui: “Dadi… main abhi bhi samajh nahi pa rahi. Woh mera bhai jaisa hai… hum saath khelte the bachpan mein. Mere pati ki maut ke baad main maa ke ghar aayi, lekin ab yeh? Kaise usko apna banungi? Kaise uske kamre mein jaakar bolungi ‘Bhaiya…

Meera ko gale laga lo… thoda aur tightly’? Aur sab saath? Andhere mein sab uske sharir par haath pherengi? Main sharm se mar jaungi dadi. Mera dil toot raha hai… aansu ruk nahi rahe. Par agar woh mar gaya toh… main bhi mar jaungi. Please… batao kaise karna hai. Main dheere-dheere seekhungi.

Kal raat ko main uske saath baithungi, usko bolungi ‘Bhaiya… di akeli hai… mujhe pyar do… emotional pyar.’ Phir kiss karungi, phir aur aage. Par dadi… yeh dard… yeh guilt… kaise sahungi?”

Meera zor se ro padi, usne Rekha ko gale laga liya. Rekha ne usko seene se lagaya, khud roti hui: “Beta Meera… hum sab saath hain. Yeh dard sabka hai.”

Shantidevi ne sabko ek baar phir dekha, sab ro rahi thi. Usne apne aansu ponche, phir strong awaaz mein boli: “Sun lo sab… yeh paap nahi, yeh raksha hai. Hum sab vidhwa hain… humari tadap alag-alag hai, lekin ek hi hai – pyar ki. Ravi ko hum sabka pyar milega… woh khush rahega, hum khush rahengi.

Secret rahega. Usse kabhi pata nahi chalna chahiye. Woh sochta rahega ki ghar ki saari auratein usse bahut pyar karti hain… bas itna hi. Har din ek aurat ki baari – main subah, Rekha dopahar, Shobha shaam,

Pooja raat, Meera midnight. Rotation bana lenge. Aur jab sab comfortable ho jaayein… ek raat sab saath. Andhere mein… terrace par. Ravi ko lagega yeh sapna hai… hum jaanengi yeh sach hai – uski zindagi bachane ka sach.”

Rekha ne sabse pehle sar hilaya, aansu ponchhte hue: “Theek hai maa… main maan gayi. Mera beta bachna chahiye. Main pehle se hi uske saath… gehri ho chuki hoon. Ab aur aage badhungi. Bas… dil mat todna uska. Main usko bolungi ‘Beta… maa ko hamesha pyar karo… aur gehra pyar.’”

Shobha ne haath jode: “Main bhi maan gayi. Kal se shuru. Maa… tumhare liye kuch bhi.”

Pooja ne muskurate hue, aansuon ke saath: “Dadi… main bold ban jaungi. Usse tease karungi, phir poora dungi. Yeh hamara pyar hai.”

Meera ne chupke se bola: “Main bhi… dheere-dheere seekhungi. Ravi ke liye… sab kuch.”

Shantidevi ne sabko ek baar phir gale lagaya – ek group hug, sab ro rahi thi, lekin ab darr ke saath saath ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha. Usne sabke sar par haath phera



Shantidevi ne sabko ek baar phir gale lagaya, phir dheere se sabko baithne ko ishaara kiya. Sab abhi bhi ro rahi thi, lekin ab unki aankhon mein ek nayi samajh thi – dard ke saath saath zimmedari bhi.

Shantidevi ne apni white saree ka pallu theek kiya, haath jode, aur mandir ki taraf dekhte hue boli, awaaz mein gehra pyar aur commitment bhara hua:

“Beta log… abhi jo baat hui, woh dil se dil tak gayi. Main jaanti hoon ki tum sabke dil mein darr hai, sharm hai, guilt hai.

Rekha beta, tu sabse zyada tadap rahi hai kyuki woh tera beta hai. Shobha, tu chup rehti hai lekin andar se jal rahi hai. Pooja, teri boldness ke peeche bhi ek akeli aurat hai. Meera, tu sabse chhoti hai,

teri masoomiyat abhi bhi baaki hai. Par suno… yeh sab hum sabka dard hai. Aur yeh dard sirf humari tadap ka nahi, Ravi ki zindagi bachane ka hai.”

Usne ek gehri saans li, phir sabki taraf dekhti hui, awaaz thodi strong kar ke boli:

“Isliye main tum sabko ek baat kehna chahti hoon… bilkul dil se. Yeh seva… yeh samarpan…

main sabse pehle khud shuru karungi Kal subah se hi main Ravi ke kamre mein jaungi. Main usko uthaungi, uske pair dabungi, uske kandhe sehlaungi, uske seene par sar rakhungi. Dheere-dheere aur paas jaungi seducing. Akarshit karungi pata hay time lage ga par hi jaye ga

saree ka pallu girne doongi, uske haath ko apne badan par le jaungi. Usse bolungi – ‘Beta, dadi ko tumhari bahut zarurat hai… dadi akeli nahi reh sakti.’

Agar woh paas aaya toh main usko apne andar le lungi… poora samarpan karungi. Main 55 saal ki hoon, mera sharir ab bhi jaan rakhta hai

main apni sharm ko maar dungi, apne dil ke dard ko daba dungi, lekin Ravi ko bachane ke liye sab kuch karungi.”

Sab chup ho gayi. Rekha ne aansu ponchhte hue poocha, “Maa… aap… itna sab?”

Shantidevi ne Rekha ke haath pakde, aankhon mein aansu bhar kar boli:

“Haan beta… main shuru karungi. Kyunki main ghar ki sabse badi hoon. Agar main pehle nahi karungi toh tum sabko lagega ki main bahar hoon… main sirf bolti hoon, khud nahi karti. Tum sab sochogi ki dadi sirf hukum deti hai, khud sharm se chhupti hai. Par nahi…

main bhi tumhare jaise hoon. Main bhi vidhwa hoon, main bhi tadapti hoon. Mere pati ke jaane ke baad maine bhi raaton ko akeli royi hoon, apne sharir ko chhua hai, socha hai ki koi toh ho jo mujhe pyar de. Ab woh pyar Ravi ko dena hai… uski zindagi ke liye.”

Usne sabki taraf dekha, awaaz mein gehra pyar:

“Main yeh keh rahi hoon taki tum sabko yeh na lage ki main bahar hoon. Main bhi tumhare saath hoon… bilkul barabar. Main bhi Ravi ki seva karungi – jaise tum karogi. Main bhi uske saath raat bitaungi,

usko andar loongi, uske seed se pregnant hone ki koshish karungi agar zarurat padi. Main bhi uske hone par roti rahungi, uske jaane par darrti rahungi. Yeh sirf tumhari zimmedari nahi…

yeh meri bhi hai. Main sabse pehle apna sharir, apna dil, apni izzat uske liye daal dungi. Taaki tum sab dekh sako ki yeh rasta kitna mushkil hai… lekin kitna zaroori bhi.”

Rekha ne zor se ro kar bola, “Maa… aap itna sab… mere bete ke liye… hum sab ke liye…”

Shantidevi ne Rekha ko seene se lagaya, “Beta… yeh sirf tere bete ke liye nahi, hamare ghar ke liye hai. Ravi hamara aakhri ummeed hai. Agar main pehle nahi karungi toh tum sabke dil mein shak rahega.

Isliye main pehle karungi… taki tum sabko himmat mile. Kal subah main jaungi uske kamre mein. Uske bagal mein letungi, usko gale lagaungi, uske kaan mein bolungi – ‘Beta… dadi ko thand lag rahi hai…

mere paas aao.’ Phir dheere se uske sharir ko chhuungi… usko mehsoos karaungi ki dadi bhi ek aurat hai, jo pyar chahti hai. Aur agar woh accept karega… toh main poora dungi. Tum sab dekhna… main bhi tumhare jaise tadap rahi hoon.”

Shobha ne dheere se bola, “Maa… aapne humein himmat di. Ab main bhi kal shaam uske saath rahungi. Aap pehle kar rahi ho… toh hum sab bhi karengi.”

Pooja ne aansuon ke saath muskurate hue kaha, “Dadi… aap sach mein strong ho. Main bhi aapke peeche nahi rahungi. Aap shuru karo… main bhi bold ban jaungi.”

Meera ne chupke se bola, “Dadi… main bhi… aapke saath hoon. Aap pehle karo… mujhe bhi seekhna hai.”

Shantidevi ne sabko ek baar phir dekha, phir boli, awaaz mein sukoon:

“Theek hai beta log. Kal subah se shuru. Main pehle jaungi… taki tum sabko lage ki hum sab barabar hain. Yeh seva sirf ek ki nahi… sabki hai. Main bhi tumhare tarah Ravi ki seva karungi –
dil se, sharir se, poore samarpan se. Ab jaao… normal raho. Ravi aayega toh sab muskurana. Yeh hamara raaz rahega… aur hamara pyar.”

Sab uthi, ek doosre ko gale lagaya – ab dard ke saath saath ek nayi taakat thi. Shantidevi akeli baithi rahi, aankhein band ki, sochti rahi:

“Kal subah… mera pehla kadam. Bhagwan… mujhe himmat dena. Main apni sharm ko maar dungi… Ravi ko bachane ke liye.”


Beta log… ab jaao. Normal raho. Ravi aayega toh sab muskurana. Yeh hamara raaz hai… hamara pyar… hamari raksha. Bhagwan humein maaf kare… aur Ravi ko bacha le.”

Sab uthi, ek doosre ko dekha – ab sab ek team thi. Ek ghar bachane wali team. Darwaza khula, bahar ki roshni andar aayi, lekin andar ka andhera ab thoda
halka ho gaya tha.

Shantidevi akeli baithi rahi, aankhein band, sochti rahi: “Ab shuru hoga… poora samarpan. Yeh dard seh lenge… pyar ke liye.”

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Shantidevi ki Ghabrahat

Do din guzar gaye the us meeting ke baad, jahan maine sabko bataya tha ki main pehle Ravi ki seva shuru karungi. Par subah mein main kuch nahi kar paayi. Kal subah uthi thi tayyar hokar – parlor ka glow abhi bhi badan par tha, white nighty pehni thi,

dil mein himmat bhari thi. Par jaise hi Ravi ke kamre ke darwaze par pahunchi, dil zor se dhadka. "Shanti... tu 55 saal ki hai, woh tera pota hai... kaise seduce karegi?" Yeh soch kar haath kaanp gaye, pair ruk gaye. Main wapas apne kamre mein aa gayi, bed par baith kar ro padi. "Pratha hai, shraap hai... par dil nahi maan raha.

Ghabrahat itni ki saans ruk rahi hai." Puri subah guilt mein guzar gayi, lekin andar se ek romanch bhi tha – saalon baad koi touch, koi closeness... excitement ki lahar uth rahi thi, jaise jawani wapas aa rahi ho.

Aaj doosra din tha. Subah phir try kiya, lekin phir wahi ghabrahat. Ravi college chala gaya, main kitchen mein khadi Rekha se baat kar rahi thi. "Beta... dil nahi maan raha. Kaise shuru karun?" Rekha ne haath pakda, "Maa... himmat karo.

Hum sab tere saath hain." Par main chup rahi, andar se soch rahi thi – "Excitement toh hai, romanch bhi... badan garam ho jata hai soch kar hi. Par darr lagta hai, galat na ho jaaye."

Shaam ho gayi. Ghar mein sab apne kaam mein lage the. Main living room mein baithi thi, purana album dekh rahi thi – Ravi ke bachpan ki tasveerein. Dil mein baatein chal rahi thi:

"Woh ab jawaan hai... uska badan, uski ankhein... main dadi hoon, par ab aurat bhi. Parlor gayi thi uske liye – waxing se badan smooth, oil massage se garam, polish se chamak. Ab try karna padega."

Tabhi Shobha aayi, woh kitchen se chai la rahi thi. Woh mere paas baith gayi, dheere se boli, "Maa... Ravi upar terrace par baitha hai. Akela. Yeh achcha mauka hai. Aapne kaha tha aap pehle karogi... yaad dilaa rahi hoon."

Shobha ki baat sun kar meri saans bhari ho gayi. Dil zor se dhadakne laga, jaise koi toofan aa raha ho. Haath paseene se geele ho gaye, chehra laal. Andar se baatein shuru ho gayi – ghabrahat, romanch, excitement sab mix. "Shanti... ab jaana padega. Shobha ne yaad dilaya, ab peeche nahi hat sakti. Ravi upar hai...

akela. Par kaise shuru karun? Main 55 saal ki, woh 18 ka. Uska touch... uski garam saans... soch kar hi romanch ho raha hai. Badan mein current daud raha hai, jaise jawani wapas aa gayi. Par ghabrahat bhi hai –

agar woh mana kar de? Agar shak kar le? Shraap tootna chahiye... ghar bachana hai." Excitement itna ki thighs ke beech garami mehsoos ho rahi thi, nighty geeli hone lagi. "Parlor ka asar... badan tayyar hai. Ab himmat kar."

Main uthi, living room se staircase ki taraf badhi. Shobha ne muskurate hue bola, "Maa... jaao. Himmat rakho." Main neeche se upar chadhti hui soch rahi thi – "Saans kyun itni bhari ho gayi?

Dil dhadak raha hai jaise pehli baar pati ke paas ja rahi hoon. Romanch hai... excitement ki lahar... badan mein aag lag rahi hai. Par ghabrahat bhi – woh kya sochega?

Dadi itni close? Par pratha hai... seva hai." Har kadam par man mein baatein: "Shanti... tu strong hai. Parlor gayi thi – waxing se bikini area clean, thighs smooth.

Oil massage se boobs garam aur soft. Ab upar ja, uske paas baith, baatein kar. Aankhon mein dekh, cleavage dikha. Dekh woh notice karta hai ya nahi."



Woh staircase chadhi – har kadam par ghabrahat badh rahi thi. “Kaise shuru karungi? Kaise bolungi? Woh mera pota hai… par ab uski aurat banungi thodi der ke liye.” Upar pahunchi toh terrace ka darwaza khula tha. Ravi abhi bhi railing par tha, peeth karke khada.

Shantidevi dheere se andar aayi, darwaza halka sa band kiya. Hawa tez chali, uski saree ka pallu udne laga. Woh jaan boojh kar railing ki taraf gayi, Ravi ke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. “Beta… tu yahan akela? Dadi ko bhi thandi hawa mein aana tha.”

Ravi ne mud kar dekha, muskuraya. “Dadi… aap? Aaj toh aapki saree kitni sundar lag rahi hai. Pink colour suit kar raha hai aap par.”

Shantidevi andar se khush hui – pehla compliment mila. Woh uske paas aur close khadi ho gayi, shoulder touch ho raha tha. “Beta… dadi ne aaj specially tere liye pehni hai. Tu notice kar raha hai na?”

Hawa ek tez jhonka aaya – saree ka pallu ud gaya, aur phir dheere se niche girne laga. Shantidevi ne jaan boojh kar pallu pakda nahi

pallu dheere se slide hua, blouse ka deep neckline expose ho gaya. Cleavage gehra dikha – bhari boobs ka upper part, clavicle ki line saaf, skin parlor se chamak rahi thi. Blouse tight tha, nipples ka halka outline bhi dikh raha tha kyuki bra thin thi.

Ravi ki nazar wahin atak gayi. Woh notice kar raha tha – aankhein badi ho gayi, saans tez. “Dadi… aapka pallu…”

Shantidevi ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin pallu theek nahi kiya. Woh dheere se jhuk kar railing par haath rakha, jaise niche garden dekh rahi ho. Jhukne se cleavage aur gehra ho gaya –


boobs ka 70% part dikh raha tha, clavicle ki sexy line, skin glow kar rahi thi. “Beta… yahan se view kitna achcha hai na? Tu dekh na… dadi ke saath.”

Ravi ab chup tha, nazrein hata nahi pa raha tha. Usne notice kiya – dadi ki skin itni smooth, itni chamakdar. Parlor ka asar. Woh ghabra kar bola, “Dadi… aapki saree… pallu gir raha hai.”

Shantidevi ne dheere se pallu theek kiya, lekin jaan boojh kar dheere-dheere – pallu boobs par ragad kar guzra, nipples hard ho gaye. Woh Ravi ki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Beta… hawa mein pallu ud jata hai… tu pakad le na dadi ka pallu. Ya phir… dekhne de thodi der.”

Ravi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh notice kar raha tha – dadi aaj alag thi. Woh paas aaya, pallu pakadne ke bahane uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Dadi… aap theek ho? Aaj aap… itni beautiful lag rahi ho.”

Shantidevi ne uske haath ko pakda, apne waist par rakh diya. “Beta… dadi ko thand lag rahi hai. Tu gale laga le na… tere seene ki garmi chahiye.” Woh uske gale lag gayi – boobs uske chest par tightly dab gaye, saree thin thi, warmth full mehsoos hui.

Usne apna sar uske kandhe par rakha, kaan mein whisper ki, “Beta… dadi ne parlor mein full body massage karwaya tha… badan abhi bhi garam hai. Touch kar ke dekh… kitna soft ho gaya hai.”

Ravi ne shanti devi ke haath par haath phira ya bola ha dadi ek dam clean hay or dono aase hi has kar ek dusre ke karib aake 30 min se jyada time nikala.

Shantidevi ne andar se socha – “Abhi nahi badha… lekin notice toh kar raha hai. Tadap raha hai. Agli baar aur gehra try karungi.” Woh dheere se alag hui, muskurayi:

“Theek hai beta… ab andar chalte hain. Dadi ko thoda sukoon mil gaya tere haathon se. Kal phir… aur garam karna dadi ko.”


Dono niche aaye, lekin Ravi ke dimag mein woh warmth, woh closeness, woh double meaning baatein ghoom rahi thi.

Woh notice kar chuka tha – dadi ki tadap, uska badan, uska invitation – lekin aage badhne ki himmat abhi nahi jaga thi.




Ravi ka Confusion Shanti devi par akarshit hona pehli baar dusri Nazar se dekh na

Ravi terrace se niche aane ke baad seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, light dim kar di – sirf bedside lamp jal raha tha, orange glow mein kamra andhera-sa lag raha tha.

Woh bed par baith gaya, sar pe haath rakha, dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dadi ki baatein, unka touch, woh closeness… sab dimag mein ghoom rahe the.

Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya – terrace par dadi ka badan uske saath chipka hua tha. Thand ka bahana, lekin woh warmth… woh garam saans uske gale par, boobs ka dabav uske chest par, hips ki softness uske haathon mein.

Dadi ki nighty thin thi, parlor se chamakti skin, cleavage ka woh gehra nazara jab woh jhuki thi. “Beta… dadi ko garam kar de… andar se garam kar de.” Yeh shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the.

Ravi ka dil bol raha tha – “Yeh galat hai… woh dadi hain, meri dadi. Kaise soch sakta hoon aisa? Woh mujhe pyar se dekhti hain, hug karti hain… bas maa jaisa pyar hai.” Lekin body alag bol raha tha.



Shorts mein lund pehle se hi semi-hard tha, terrace par hi reaction shuru ho gaya tha jab dadi ne uske haath ko hips par rakha tha. Ab kamre mein akela hone par woh poora hard ho gaya – itna hard ki shorts tight lag rahi thi, fabric se dabav mehsoos ho raha tha.

Woh bed par let gaya, blanket niche kiya. Shorts niche kar diya – lund bahar aa gaya, seedha khada, topi red aur shiny, veins ubhri hui. Usne haath lagaya – garam, pulsing. Yaad aayi dadi ki awaaz: “Tere haathon se… tere body se… poora badan chipka de mujhse.” Usne aankhein band kar li aur imagine kiya – dadi uske upar leti hui,

nighty upar chadhi hui, uske boobs uske chest par, nipples hard. Woh uske upar move kar rahi hai, dheere-dheere, usko andar le rahi hai.

Ravi ne haath se hilana shuru kiya – slow, up-down. “Aah… dadi… aapki skin kitni soft thi… parlor se chamak rahi thi.” Usne speed badhayi, doosre haath se balls ko dabaya. Attraction badh raha tha –


dadi ka cleavage, woh jhukna, woh whisper: “Dadi ko thand lag rahi hai… tu garam kar de.”

Confusion bhi tha – “Yeh galat hai… par itna achcha kyun lag raha hai? Dadi ne touch kiya… woh tadap rahi thi… shayad unko bhi chahiye.”


Lund ab bilkul rock-hard tha – itna hard ki topi se pre-cum nikal raha tha, sticky aur garam. Ravi ka badan kaampne laga – thighs tight, pet mein garmi, saans tez.

Usne imagine kiya dadi uske upar, usko ride kar rahi hai: “Beta… andar aa ja… dadi ke andar… garam kar de mujhe.” Woh moan karne laga, dheere se: “Aah… dadi… aap… aap itni garam ho…”

Speed aur tez – haath zor-zor se hil raha tha, sound aa raha tha wet-wet. Badan kaamp raha tha poora – legs vibrate kar rahe the, chest up-down tez. Confusion aur attraction mix ho gaya: “Yeh dadi hain… par unka badan… woh boobs… woh hips… aah… main rok nahi pa raha.” Usne topi ko rub kiya, sensitive point par ungli ghumayi.

Cum aane wala tha – lund itna hard ki dard ho raha tha, jaise phatne wala ho. Ravi zor se moan kiya: “


Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Badan poora kaamp utha – thighs tight, hips upar uth gaye, back arch hua.

Cum bahar nikla – pehla shot zor se, bed sheet par gira, garam-garam. Doosra, teesra – zor-zor se, uska haath ruk nahi raha tha. “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aapke liye… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Nikal ne ke baad woh thak kar let gaya, saans phooli hui. Cum uske pet par, haath par, sheet par. Badan abhi bhi halka kaamp raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Confusion ab aur gehra: “
Yeh maine kya kiya? Dadi ko yaad karke… aisa soch kar… par itna intense kyun tha? Unka touch… unki baatein… abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi hain.”

Woh utha, tissue se saaf kiya, shorts pehni. Mirror mein dekha – chehra laal, aankhein geeli. Socha: “Kal kya hoga? Dadi phir aayengi? Main rok paunga ya… aur aage badh jaunga?”

Attraction ab control se bahar ja raha tha, confusion bhi badh raha tha – guilt aur desire dono ek saath.

Us raat neend nahi aayi – dadi ki yaad, woh warmth, woh double meaning baatein… sab ghoom rahe the. Woh jaanta tha – yeh sirf shuruat hai.

To be counted

 

[NIKITA_]

Shantidevi ki Ghabrahat

Do din guzar gaye the us meeting ke baad, jahan maine sabko bataya tha ki main pehle Ravi ki seva shuru karungi. Par subah mein main kuch nahi kar paayi. Kal subah uthi thi tayyar hokar – parlor ka glow abhi bhi badan par tha, white nighty pehni thi,

dil mein himmat bhari thi. Par jaise hi Ravi ke kamre ke darwaze par pahunchi, dil zor se dhadka. "Shanti... tu 55 saal ki hai, woh tera pota hai... kaise seduce karegi?" Yeh soch kar haath kaanp gaye, pair ruk gaye. Main wapas apne kamre mein aa gayi, bed par baith kar ro padi. "Pratha hai, shraap hai... par dil nahi maan raha.

Ghabrahat itni ki saans ruk rahi hai." Puri subah guilt mein guzar gayi, lekin andar se ek romanch bhi tha – saalon baad koi touch, koi closeness... excitement ki lahar uth rahi thi, jaise jawani wapas aa rahi ho.

Aaj doosra din tha. Subah phir try kiya, lekin phir wahi ghabrahat. Ravi college chala gaya, main kitchen mein khadi Rekha se baat kar rahi thi. "Beta... dil nahi maan raha. Kaise shuru karun?" Rekha ne haath pakda, "Maa... himmat karo.

Hum sab tere saath hain." Par main chup rahi, andar se soch rahi thi – "Excitement toh hai, romanch bhi... badan garam ho jata hai soch kar hi. Par darr lagta hai, galat na ho jaaye."

Shaam ho gayi. Ghar mein sab apne kaam mein lage the. Main living room mein baithi thi, purana album dekh rahi thi – Ravi ke bachpan ki tasveerein. Dil mein baatein chal rahi thi:

"Woh ab jawaan hai... uska badan, uski ankhein... main dadi hoon, par ab aurat bhi. Parlor gayi thi uske liye – waxing se badan smooth, oil massage se garam, polish se chamak. Ab try karna padega."

Tabhi Shobha aayi, woh kitchen se chai la rahi thi. Woh mere paas baith gayi, dheere se boli, "Maa... Ravi upar terrace par baitha hai. Akela. Yeh achcha mauka hai. Aapne kaha tha aap pehle karogi... yaad dilaa rahi hoon."

Shobha ki baat sun kar meri saans bhari ho gayi. Dil zor se dhadakne laga, jaise koi toofan aa raha ho. Haath paseene se geele ho gaye, chehra laal. Andar se baatein shuru ho gayi – ghabrahat, romanch, excitement sab mix. "Shanti... ab jaana padega. Shobha ne yaad dilaya, ab peeche nahi hat sakti. Ravi upar hai...

akela. Par kaise shuru karun? Main 55 saal ki, woh 18 ka. Uska touch... uski garam saans... soch kar hi romanch ho raha hai. Badan mein current daud raha hai, jaise jawani wapas aa gayi. Par ghabrahat bhi hai –

agar woh mana kar de? Agar shak kar le? Shraap tootna chahiye... ghar bachana hai." Excitement itna ki thighs ke beech garami mehsoos ho rahi thi, nighty geeli hone lagi. "Parlor ka asar... badan tayyar hai. Ab himmat kar."

Main uthi, living room se staircase ki taraf badhi. Shobha ne muskurate hue bola, "Maa... jaao. Himmat rakho." Main neeche se upar chadhti hui soch rahi thi – "Saans kyun itni bhari ho gayi?

Dil dhadak raha hai jaise pehli baar pati ke paas ja rahi hoon. Romanch hai... excitement ki lahar... badan mein aag lag rahi hai. Par ghabrahat bhi – woh kya sochega?

Dadi itni close? Par pratha hai... seva hai." Har kadam par man mein baatein: "Shanti... tu strong hai. Parlor gayi thi – waxing se bikini area clean, thighs smooth.

Oil massage se boobs garam aur soft. Ab upar ja, uske paas baith, baatein kar. Aankhon mein dekh, cleavage dikha. Dekh woh notice karta hai ya nahi."



Woh staircase chadhi – har kadam par ghabrahat badh rahi thi. “Kaise shuru karungi? Kaise bolungi? Woh mera pota hai… par ab uski aurat banungi thodi der ke liye.” Upar pahunchi toh terrace ka darwaza khula tha. Ravi abhi bhi railing par tha, peeth karke khada.

Shantidevi dheere se andar aayi, darwaza halka sa band kiya. Hawa tez chali, uski saree ka pallu udne laga. Woh jaan boojh kar railing ki taraf gayi, Ravi ke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. “Beta… tu yahan akela? Dadi ko bhi thandi hawa mein aana tha.”

Ravi ne mud kar dekha, muskuraya. “Dadi… aap? Aaj toh aapki saree kitni sundar lag rahi hai. Pink colour suit kar raha hai aap par.”

Shantidevi andar se khush hui – pehla compliment mila. Woh uske paas aur close khadi ho gayi, shoulder touch ho raha tha. “Beta… dadi ne aaj specially tere liye pehni hai. Tu notice kar raha hai na?”

Hawa ek tez jhonka aaya – saree ka pallu ud gaya, aur phir dheere se niche girne laga. Shantidevi ne jaan boojh kar pallu pakda nahi

pallu dheere se slide hua, blouse ka deep neckline expose ho gaya. Cleavage gehra dikha – bhari boobs ka upper part, clavicle ki line saaf, skin parlor se chamak rahi thi. Blouse tight tha, nipples ka halka outline bhi dikh raha tha kyuki bra thin thi.

Ravi ki nazar wahin atak gayi. Woh notice kar raha tha – aankhein badi ho gayi, saans tez. “Dadi… aapka pallu…”

Shantidevi ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin pallu theek nahi kiya. Woh dheere se jhuk kar railing par haath rakha, jaise niche garden dekh rahi ho. Jhukne se cleavage aur gehra ho gaya –


boobs ka 70% part dikh raha tha, clavicle ki sexy line, skin glow kar rahi thi. “Beta… yahan se view kitna achcha hai na? Tu dekh na… dadi ke saath.”

Ravi ab chup tha, nazrein hata nahi pa raha tha. Usne notice kiya – dadi ki skin itni smooth, itni chamakdar. Parlor ka asar. Woh ghabra kar bola, “Dadi… aapki saree… pallu gir raha hai.”

Shantidevi ne dheere se pallu theek kiya, lekin jaan boojh kar dheere-dheere – pallu boobs par ragad kar guzra, nipples hard ho gaye. Woh Ravi ki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Beta… hawa mein pallu ud jata hai… tu pakad le na dadi ka pallu. Ya phir… dekhne de thodi der.”

Ravi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh notice kar raha tha – dadi aaj alag thi. Woh paas aaya, pallu pakadne ke bahane uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Dadi… aap theek ho? Aaj aap… itni beautiful lag rahi ho.”

Shantidevi ne uske haath ko pakda, apne waist par rakh diya. “Beta… dadi ko thand lag rahi hai. Tu gale laga le na… tere seene ki garmi chahiye.” Woh uske gale lag gayi – boobs uske chest par tightly dab gaye, saree thin thi, warmth full mehsoos hui.

Usne apna sar uske kandhe par rakha, kaan mein whisper ki, “Beta… dadi ne parlor mein full body massage karwaya tha… badan abhi bhi garam hai. Touch kar ke dekh… kitna soft ho gaya hai.”

Ravi ne shanti devi ke haath par haath phira ya bola ha dadi ek dam clean hay or dono aase hi has kar ek dusre ke karib aake 30 min se jyada time nikala.

Shantidevi ne andar se socha – “Abhi nahi badha… lekin notice toh kar raha hai. Tadap raha hai. Agli baar aur gehra try karungi.” Woh dheere se alag hui, muskurayi:

“Theek hai beta… ab andar chalte hain. Dadi ko thoda sukoon mil gaya tere haathon se. Kal phir… aur garam karna dadi ko.”


Dono niche aaye, lekin Ravi ke dimag mein woh warmth, woh closeness, woh double meaning baatein ghoom rahi thi.

Woh notice kar chuka tha – dadi ki tadap, uska badan, uska invitation – lekin aage badhne ki himmat abhi nahi jaga thi.




Ravi ka Confusion Shanti devi par akarshit hona pehli baar dusri Nazar se dekh na

Ravi terrace se niche aane ke baad seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, light dim kar di – sirf bedside lamp jal raha tha, orange glow mein kamra andhera-sa lag raha tha.

Woh bed par baith gaya, sar pe haath rakha, dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dadi ki baatein, unka touch, woh closeness… sab dimag mein ghoom rahe the.

Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya – terrace par dadi ka badan uske saath chipka hua tha. Thand ka bahana, lekin woh warmth… woh garam saans uske gale par, boobs ka dabav uske chest par, hips ki softness uske haathon mein.

Dadi ki nighty thin thi, parlor se chamakti skin, cleavage ka woh gehra nazara jab woh jhuki thi. “Beta… dadi ko garam kar de… andar se garam kar de.” Yeh shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the.

Ravi ka dil bol raha tha – “Yeh galat hai… woh dadi hain, meri dadi. Kaise soch sakta hoon aisa? Woh mujhe pyar se dekhti hain, hug karti hain… bas maa jaisa pyar hai.” Lekin body alag bol raha tha.



Shorts mein lund pehle se hi semi-hard tha, terrace par hi reaction shuru ho gaya tha jab dadi ne uske haath ko hips par rakha tha. Ab kamre mein akela hone par woh poora hard ho gaya – itna hard ki shorts tight lag rahi thi, fabric se dabav mehsoos ho raha tha.

Woh bed par let gaya, blanket niche kiya. Shorts niche kar diya – lund bahar aa gaya, seedha khada, topi red aur shiny, veins ubhri hui. Usne haath lagaya – garam, pulsing. Yaad aayi dadi ki awaaz: “Tere haathon se… tere body se… poora badan chipka de mujhse.” Usne aankhein band kar li aur imagine kiya – dadi uske upar leti hui,

nighty upar chadhi hui, uske boobs uske chest par, nipples hard. Woh uske upar move kar rahi hai, dheere-dheere, usko andar le rahi hai.

Ravi ne haath se hilana shuru kiya – slow, up-down. “Aah… dadi… aapki skin kitni soft thi… parlor se chamak rahi thi.” Usne speed badhayi, doosre haath se balls ko dabaya. Attraction badh raha tha –


dadi ka cleavage, woh jhukna, woh whisper: “Dadi ko thand lag rahi hai… tu garam kar de.”

Confusion bhi tha – “Yeh galat hai… par itna achcha kyun lag raha hai? Dadi ne touch kiya… woh tadap rahi thi… shayad unko bhi chahiye.”


Lund ab bilkul rock-hard tha – itna hard ki topi se pre-cum nikal raha tha, sticky aur garam. Ravi ka badan kaampne laga – thighs tight, pet mein garmi, saans tez.

Usne imagine kiya dadi uske upar, usko ride kar rahi hai: “Beta… andar aa ja… dadi ke andar… garam kar de mujhe.” Woh moan karne laga, dheere se: “Aah… dadi… aap… aap itni garam ho…”

Speed aur tez – haath zor-zor se hil raha tha, sound aa raha tha wet-wet. Badan kaamp raha tha poora – legs vibrate kar rahe the, chest up-down tez. Confusion aur attraction mix ho gaya: “Yeh dadi hain… par unka badan… woh boobs… woh hips… aah… main rok nahi pa raha.” Usne topi ko rub kiya, sensitive point par ungli ghumayi.

Cum aane wala tha – lund itna hard ki dard ho raha tha, jaise phatne wala ho. Ravi zor se moan kiya: “


Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Badan poora kaamp utha – thighs tight, hips upar uth gaye, back arch hua.

Cum bahar nikla – pehla shot zor se, bed sheet par gira, garam-garam. Doosra, teesra – zor-zor se, uska haath ruk nahi raha tha. “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aapke liye… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Nikal ne ke baad woh thak kar let gaya, saans phooli hui. Cum uske pet par, haath par, sheet par. Badan abhi bhi halka kaamp raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Confusion ab aur gehra: “
Yeh maine kya kiya? Dadi ko yaad karke… aisa soch kar… par itna intense kyun tha? Unka touch… unki baatein… abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi hain.”

Woh utha, tissue se saaf kiya, shorts pehni. Mirror mein dekha – chehra laal, aankhein geeli. Socha: “Kal kya hoga? Dadi phir aayengi? Main rok paunga ya… aur aage badh jaunga?”

Attraction ab control se bahar ja raha tha, confusion bhi badh raha tha – guilt aur desire dono ek saath.

Us raat neend nahi aayi – dadi ki yaad, woh warmth, woh double meaning baatein… sab ghoom rahe the. Woh jaanta tha – yeh sirf shuruat hai.

To be counted

nice update...

 

[Evil300987]

Shantidevi ki Ghabrahat

Do din guzar gaye the us meeting ke baad, jahan maine sabko bataya tha ki main pehle Ravi ki seva shuru karungi. Par subah mein main kuch nahi kar paayi. Kal subah uthi thi tayyar hokar – parlor ka glow abhi bhi badan par tha, white nighty pehni thi,

dil mein himmat bhari thi. Par jaise hi Ravi ke kamre ke darwaze par pahunchi, dil zor se dhadka. "Shanti... tu 55 saal ki hai, woh tera pota hai... kaise seduce karegi?" Yeh soch kar haath kaanp gaye, pair ruk gaye. Main wapas apne kamre mein aa gayi, bed par baith kar ro padi. "Pratha hai, shraap hai... par dil nahi maan raha.

Ghabrahat itni ki saans ruk rahi hai." Puri subah guilt mein guzar gayi, lekin andar se ek romanch bhi tha – saalon baad koi touch, koi closeness... excitement ki lahar uth rahi thi, jaise jawani wapas aa rahi ho.

Aaj doosra din tha. Subah phir try kiya, lekin phir wahi ghabrahat. Ravi college chala gaya, main kitchen mein khadi Rekha se baat kar rahi thi. "Beta... dil nahi maan raha. Kaise shuru karun?" Rekha ne haath pakda, "Maa... himmat karo.

Hum sab tere saath hain." Par main chup rahi, andar se soch rahi thi – "Excitement toh hai, romanch bhi... badan garam ho jata hai soch kar hi. Par darr lagta hai, galat na ho jaaye."

Shaam ho gayi. Ghar mein sab apne kaam mein lage the. Main living room mein baithi thi, purana album dekh rahi thi – Ravi ke bachpan ki tasveerein. Dil mein baatein chal rahi thi:

"Woh ab jawaan hai... uska badan, uski ankhein... main dadi hoon, par ab aurat bhi. Parlor gayi thi uske liye – waxing se badan smooth, oil massage se garam, polish se chamak. Ab try karna padega."

Tabhi Shobha aayi, woh kitchen se chai la rahi thi. Woh mere paas baith gayi, dheere se boli, "Maa... Ravi upar terrace par baitha hai. Akela. Yeh achcha mauka hai. Aapne kaha tha aap pehle karogi... yaad dilaa rahi hoon."

Shobha ki baat sun kar meri saans bhari ho gayi. Dil zor se dhadakne laga, jaise koi toofan aa raha ho. Haath paseene se geele ho gaye, chehra laal. Andar se baatein shuru ho gayi – ghabrahat, romanch, excitement sab mix. "Shanti... ab jaana padega. Shobha ne yaad dilaya, ab peeche nahi hat sakti. Ravi upar hai...

akela. Par kaise shuru karun? Main 55 saal ki, woh 18 ka. Uska touch... uski garam saans... soch kar hi romanch ho raha hai. Badan mein current daud raha hai, jaise jawani wapas aa gayi. Par ghabrahat bhi hai –

agar woh mana kar de? Agar shak kar le? Shraap tootna chahiye... ghar bachana hai." Excitement itna ki thighs ke beech garami mehsoos ho rahi thi, nighty geeli hone lagi. "Parlor ka asar... badan tayyar hai. Ab himmat kar."

Main uthi, living room se staircase ki taraf badhi. Shobha ne muskurate hue bola, "Maa... jaao. Himmat rakho." Main neeche se upar chadhti hui soch rahi thi – "Saans kyun itni bhari ho gayi?

Dil dhadak raha hai jaise pehli baar pati ke paas ja rahi hoon. Romanch hai... excitement ki lahar... badan mein aag lag rahi hai. Par ghabrahat bhi – woh kya sochega?

Dadi itni close? Par pratha hai... seva hai." Har kadam par man mein baatein: "Shanti... tu strong hai. Parlor gayi thi – waxing se bikini area clean, thighs smooth.

Oil massage se boobs garam aur soft. Ab upar ja, uske paas baith, baatein kar. Aankhon mein dekh, cleavage dikha. Dekh woh notice karta hai ya nahi."



Woh staircase chadhi – har kadam par ghabrahat badh rahi thi. “Kaise shuru karungi? Kaise bolungi? Woh mera pota hai… par ab uski aurat banungi thodi der ke liye.” Upar pahunchi toh terrace ka darwaza khula tha. Ravi abhi bhi railing par tha, peeth karke khada.

Shantidevi dheere se andar aayi, darwaza halka sa band kiya. Hawa tez chali, uski saree ka pallu udne laga. Woh jaan boojh kar railing ki taraf gayi, Ravi ke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. “Beta… tu yahan akela? Dadi ko bhi thandi hawa mein aana tha.”

Ravi ne mud kar dekha, muskuraya. “Dadi… aap? Aaj toh aapki saree kitni sundar lag rahi hai. Pink colour suit kar raha hai aap par.”

Shantidevi andar se khush hui – pehla compliment mila. Woh uske paas aur close khadi ho gayi, shoulder touch ho raha tha. “Beta… dadi ne aaj specially tere liye pehni hai. Tu notice kar raha hai na?”

Hawa ek tez jhonka aaya – saree ka pallu ud gaya, aur phir dheere se niche girne laga. Shantidevi ne jaan boojh kar pallu pakda nahi

pallu dheere se slide hua, blouse ka deep neckline expose ho gaya. Cleavage gehra dikha – bhari boobs ka upper part, clavicle ki line saaf, skin parlor se chamak rahi thi. Blouse tight tha, nipples ka halka outline bhi dikh raha tha kyuki bra thin thi.

Ravi ki nazar wahin atak gayi. Woh notice kar raha tha – aankhein badi ho gayi, saans tez. “Dadi… aapka pallu…”

Shantidevi ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin pallu theek nahi kiya. Woh dheere se jhuk kar railing par haath rakha, jaise niche garden dekh rahi ho. Jhukne se cleavage aur gehra ho gaya –


boobs ka 70% part dikh raha tha, clavicle ki sexy line, skin glow kar rahi thi. “Beta… yahan se view kitna achcha hai na? Tu dekh na… dadi ke saath.”

Ravi ab chup tha, nazrein hata nahi pa raha tha. Usne notice kiya – dadi ki skin itni smooth, itni chamakdar. Parlor ka asar. Woh ghabra kar bola, “Dadi… aapki saree… pallu gir raha hai.”

Shantidevi ne dheere se pallu theek kiya, lekin jaan boojh kar dheere-dheere – pallu boobs par ragad kar guzra, nipples hard ho gaye. Woh Ravi ki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Beta… hawa mein pallu ud jata hai… tu pakad le na dadi ka pallu. Ya phir… dekhne de thodi der.”

Ravi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh notice kar raha tha – dadi aaj alag thi. Woh paas aaya, pallu pakadne ke bahane uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Dadi… aap theek ho? Aaj aap… itni beautiful lag rahi ho.”

Shantidevi ne uske haath ko pakda, apne waist par rakh diya. “Beta… dadi ko thand lag rahi hai. Tu gale laga le na… tere seene ki garmi chahiye.” Woh uske gale lag gayi – boobs uske chest par tightly dab gaye, saree thin thi, warmth full mehsoos hui.

Usne apna sar uske kandhe par rakha, kaan mein whisper ki, “Beta… dadi ne parlor mein full body massage karwaya tha… badan abhi bhi garam hai. Touch kar ke dekh… kitna soft ho gaya hai.”

Ravi ne shanti devi ke haath par haath phira ya bola ha dadi ek dam clean hay or dono aase hi has kar ek dusre ke karib aake 30 min se jyada time nikala.

Shantidevi ne andar se socha – “Abhi nahi badha… lekin notice toh kar raha hai. Tadap raha hai. Agli baar aur gehra try karungi.” Woh dheere se alag hui, muskurayi:

“Theek hai beta… ab andar chalte hain. Dadi ko thoda sukoon mil gaya tere haathon se. Kal phir… aur garam karna dadi ko.”


Dono niche aaye, lekin Ravi ke dimag mein woh warmth, woh closeness, woh double meaning baatein ghoom rahi thi.

Woh notice kar chuka tha – dadi ki tadap, uska badan, uska invitation – lekin aage badhne ki himmat abhi nahi jaga thi.




Ravi ka Confusion Shanti devi par akarshit hona pehli baar dusri Nazar se dekh na

Ravi terrace se niche aane ke baad seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, light dim kar di – sirf bedside lamp jal raha tha, orange glow mein kamra andhera-sa lag raha tha.

Woh bed par baith gaya, sar pe haath rakha, dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dadi ki baatein, unka touch, woh closeness… sab dimag mein ghoom rahe the.

Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya – terrace par dadi ka badan uske saath chipka hua tha. Thand ka bahana, lekin woh warmth… woh garam saans uske gale par, boobs ka dabav uske chest par, hips ki softness uske haathon mein.

Dadi ki nighty thin thi, parlor se chamakti skin, cleavage ka woh gehra nazara jab woh jhuki thi. “Beta… dadi ko garam kar de… andar se garam kar de.” Yeh shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the.

Ravi ka dil bol raha tha – “Yeh galat hai… woh dadi hain, meri dadi. Kaise soch sakta hoon aisa? Woh mujhe pyar se dekhti hain, hug karti hain… bas maa jaisa pyar hai.” Lekin body alag bol raha tha.



Shorts mein lund pehle se hi semi-hard tha, terrace par hi reaction shuru ho gaya tha jab dadi ne uske haath ko hips par rakha tha. Ab kamre mein akela hone par woh poora hard ho gaya – itna hard ki shorts tight lag rahi thi, fabric se dabav mehsoos ho raha tha.

Woh bed par let gaya, blanket niche kiya. Shorts niche kar diya – lund bahar aa gaya, seedha khada, topi red aur shiny, veins ubhri hui. Usne haath lagaya – garam, pulsing. Yaad aayi dadi ki awaaz: “Tere haathon se… tere body se… poora badan chipka de mujhse.” Usne aankhein band kar li aur imagine kiya – dadi uske upar leti hui,

nighty upar chadhi hui, uske boobs uske chest par, nipples hard. Woh uske upar move kar rahi hai, dheere-dheere, usko andar le rahi hai.

Ravi ne haath se hilana shuru kiya – slow, up-down. “Aah… dadi… aapki skin kitni soft thi… parlor se chamak rahi thi.” Usne speed badhayi, doosre haath se balls ko dabaya. Attraction badh raha tha –


dadi ka cleavage, woh jhukna, woh whisper: “Dadi ko thand lag rahi hai… tu garam kar de.”

Confusion bhi tha – “Yeh galat hai… par itna achcha kyun lag raha hai? Dadi ne touch kiya… woh tadap rahi thi… shayad unko bhi chahiye.”


Lund ab bilkul rock-hard tha – itna hard ki topi se pre-cum nikal raha tha, sticky aur garam. Ravi ka badan kaampne laga – thighs tight, pet mein garmi, saans tez.

Usne imagine kiya dadi uske upar, usko ride kar rahi hai: “Beta… andar aa ja… dadi ke andar… garam kar de mujhe.” Woh moan karne laga, dheere se: “Aah… dadi… aap… aap itni garam ho…”

Speed aur tez – haath zor-zor se hil raha tha, sound aa raha tha wet-wet. Badan kaamp raha tha poora – legs vibrate kar rahe the, chest up-down tez. Confusion aur attraction mix ho gaya: “Yeh dadi hain… par unka badan… woh boobs… woh hips… aah… main rok nahi pa raha.” Usne topi ko rub kiya, sensitive point par ungli ghumayi.

Cum aane wala tha – lund itna hard ki dard ho raha tha, jaise phatne wala ho. Ravi zor se moan kiya: “


Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Badan poora kaamp utha – thighs tight, hips upar uth gaye, back arch hua.

Cum bahar nikla – pehla shot zor se, bed sheet par gira, garam-garam. Doosra, teesra – zor-zor se, uska haath ruk nahi raha tha. “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aapke liye… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Nikal ne ke baad woh thak kar let gaya, saans phooli hui. Cum uske pet par, haath par, sheet par. Badan abhi bhi halka kaamp raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Confusion ab aur gehra: “
Yeh maine kya kiya? Dadi ko yaad karke… aisa soch kar… par itna intense kyun tha? Unka touch… unki baatein… abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi hain.”

Woh utha, tissue se saaf kiya, shorts pehni. Mirror mein dekha – chehra laal, aankhein geeli. Socha: “Kal kya hoga? Dadi phir aayengi? Main rok paunga ya… aur aage badh jaunga?”

Attraction ab control se bahar ja raha tha, confusion bhi badh raha tha – guilt aur desire dono ek saath.

Us raat neend nahi aayi – dadi ki yaad, woh warmth, woh double meaning baatein… sab ghoom rahe the. Woh jaanta tha – yeh sirf shuruat hai.

To be counted

Majja aagaya padhke next update...

 

[sam00023]

shandar story....behtarin update....make more exhibitors of every one...sabko alag alag tarha se jism ki numaish karke rijhane ka prayas karne diya jae...waitinf for next update

 

[king1969]

Mazedar update