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Chapter 1:- Chupi Chahat Ki Tasveer
Mera naam Kartik Singhal hai. Yeh baat aaj se kuch saal pehle ki hai, jab main barely 18 ka tha. Us umar mein har ladka apne aap ko duniya ka maalik samajhta hai, lekin mere haath mein toh sirf apni pant ke andar woh bekaar lund tha jo har waqt khada hone ki zid karta rehta tha bina kisi wajah ke. Raat ko bistar pe let-ta, dimaag mein ladkiyon ki tasveerein ghumti rehti aur haath neeche chala jaata aur zor-zor se hilata rehta, lekin subah uthkar phir wahi sharm aur guilt.
Ghar bahar se bilkul normal dikhta tha – middle-class family, chhota sa flat, roz ka routine. Papa Sanjay Singhal railway ke TC the. Umr 45-46 ke aaspaas, badan thoda sa mota ho gaya tha, pet nikla hua, baal patle aur safed hone lage the. Hafte mein do raat full night duty pe nikal jaate – train mein ticket check karte-karte subah tak thak jaate. Baaki din subah jaldi nikal jaate, shaam ko thake-haare waapas aate. Unki awaaz mein hamesha thakan ghuli rehti thi, jaise zindagi ne unko daba-daba ke rakh diya ho. Woh kabhi zyada baat nahi karte the, bas khana khaate, TV dekhte aur so jaate.
Aur phir meri mummy – Poonam Singhal. Bas naam sunte hi mera dil zor se dhadak jaata tha. Bahar se main unhe “Mummy” bolta tha, lekin andar se… andar se woh meri nazron mein ek aurat thi. Ek aisi aurat jiski har ada, har harkat mujhe pagal kar deti thi. Mummy ki umar lagbhag 42 hogi, lekin badan? Arre yaar, bilkul jawani wala. Figure karib 36-28-38 ka – tight, bhara hua, bilkul perfect. Unki choochiyan itni bhari aur gol thi ki lagta tha bhagwan ne sirf unke liye banayi thi. Ghar mein simple cotton saree pehenti thi, lekin woh saree unke badan pe chipak jaati thi – paseene se, garmi se. Jab woh jhuk kar sabzi kaat ti thi ya jhadu lagati thi, choochiyan aage jhool jaati thi, blouse ke andar se woh gehri cleavage dikh jaati jo itni gehri, itni creamy white ki main sochta tha agar main haath daal doon toh kho jaunga usmein. Nipples kabhi-kabhi blouse pe halke se ubhar aate, jaise thandi hawa se hard ho gaye hon.
Kamar patli thi, lekin gaand? Mummy ki gaand bilkul gol, ubhari hui, tight aur bhari – jab woh chalti thi toh dono taraf hilti thi jaise koi rhythm baj raha ho. Kitchen mein kaam karte waqt petticoat ke neeche se patli kamar ki chamak dikhti, paseena tapakta rehta aur neeche ki taraf beh jaata – kabhi-kabhi saree thodi geeli ho jaati thi aur gaand ka shape aur saaf dikhne lagta. Main chupke-chupke darwaze pe khada dekhta rehta, dil zor-zor se dhadakta, lund pant mein tadap uthta. Kabhi sochta tha agar mummy ne notice kiya toh? Lekin woh notice nahi karti thi… ya shayad karti thi aur chup rehti thi.
Mera bada bhai Virat jo mujhse ek saal bada, 19 ka. Bilkul perfect ladka. Height sirf 5 feet 5 inches thi, lekin body athletic, solid aur state level basketball player. School mein bahut ladkiyan uske peeche pagal thi. Good looks, sharp jawline, confident smile. Padhai mein topper. Sab kuch hai uske paas – confidence, dost ka crowd, ladkiyon ki nazrein. Woh mujhe kabhi tease nahi karta tha, balki help karta tha padhai mein, raat ko baatein karta tha.
Aur main? Uska bilkul ulta.
Main Kartik – 6 feet lamba, lekin dubla-patla. Average looks, average marks, sports mein zero. School mein log mujhe “lamba chooha” bolke bully karte the. Bahut shy tha main. Ladkiyon se baat karne ki himmat nahi hoti thi. Bas chupke se unki taraf dekhta rehta aur raat ko bistar pe unke baare mein soch kar haath chalata. Virat ke saath room share karta tha, lekin raat ko jab woh so jaata, main chupke se haath neeche daal deta.
Aur sabse chhoti meri behen Shruti jo class 9th mein thi tab. Abhi bacchi si thi, lekin usme woh cheez thi jo dheere-dheere ubhar rahi thi.
Ye khaani ki suruaat Virat bhaiya ke jaane ke baad shuru hui thi. Woh din jab bhaiya Delhi ja rhe the engineering ki padhai krne ke liye ja rhe the. Virat ne mummy ko hug kiya tha, lekin maa ne wapas hug nahi kiya – bas peeth pe haath phera aur turant alag ho gayi. Us waqt maine notice kiya tha unki aankhon mein kuch – shayad dukh, shayad rahat. Car mein main virat bhaiya, papa aur mai jo unhe station chodne ja rhe the.. Station pe last goodbye kha Virat ne mujhe gale lagaya, “Bhai, mummy-papa ka khayal rakhna.” Train chali gayi.
Papa ne bola, “Kartik, tu auto se ghar ja. Meri night shift hai.” Main akela ghar pahuncha. Ghar mein sannata tha – bilkul sannata.
Room mein Virat ka khali bistar, khali table, khali almari. Sab kuch chubh raha tha. Main bed pe baith gaya, lights on nahi ki. Street light se thodi roshni aa rahi thi.
Kitchen se awaaz aayi. Mummy bartan dho rahi thi – wahi light blue saree mein. Jhuk kar kaam kar rahi thi, saree peeche upar chadhi hui, patli kamar dikhai de rahi thi. Gaand gol aur bhari – har movement pe hil rahi thi. Paseene se geele baal gardan pe chipke hue. Woh dheere saans le rahi thi.
“Mummy…?”
Woh palti, haath geele the. “Kartik? Tu aa gaya? Auto se aaya na?”
“Haan mummy.”
Woh muskura di, lekin smile thaki hui thi. “Achha hai. Ja, fresh ho ja. Khana garam hai.”
Main wahi khada raha.
Unki aankhon mein Virat ke jaane ka dukh saaf dikhta tha. Maine pucha, “Mummy… aap theek ho?”
Woh thodi der chup rahi, phir boli, “Haan beta… bas thak gayi hoon. Virat chala gaya, ghar khali lag raha hai na?”
Main haan mein sir hilaya. Phir dheere se bola, “Mummy… main hoon na ab.”
Maa ne muskuraya aur mujhe haath munh dhone ko kaha.
Kuch din normal guzar gaye. Ghar mein wohi routine – papa duty pe, Shruti school, main exams ki taiyari mein. Virat bhaiya ke jane ke baad Mummy akeli si thi,ab mujhse zyada baat karti thi, kabhi haath se baal sahlati, kabhi aankhon se kuch keh jaati. Main bhi unhe chupke-chupke dekhta rehta – unki saree ka pallu sarakne pe, unki kamar ki chamak pe, unki choochiyon ki ubhar pe.
Ek shaam main hall mein baitha phone scroll kar raha tha. Mummy aayi, mere bagal mein baith gayi. Unhone simple yellow nighty pehni thi – thodi loose, lekin unke badan pe chipak rahi thi. Unki choochiyan halki si hil rahi thi saans ke saath.
“Kartik beta… ek kaam karoge mera?”
Main utha, “Bolo mummy.”
“Instagram account bana doge mera? Sab log use kr rhe hai toh soch mai bhi shuru kr lunu.”
Main muskuraya, thoda surprise hua. “Achaanak? Theek hai mummy, main bana dunga. Lekin kuch achhi photos chahiye profile ke liye.”
Mummy ne aankhein badi ki, “Kaisi photos?”
“Normal jo aap paot kr sko. Solo wali, achhi smile wali.”
Unhone apna phone diya. Maine dekha – zyadatar family group photos, Virat ke saath, Shruti ke saath. Solo bahut kam. Maine bola, “Mummy, main photo le lunga. Achhe se pose karwa ke. Account bana dunga.”
Mummy khush ho gayi, aankhon mein chamak aayi. “Sach mein? Thank you beta!”
Lekin main aalas mein skip karta raha.
Mummy do-teen din roz yaad dilati, “Kartik, kab banega account?” Main bolta, “Thursday ko chhutti hai mummy, us din pakka.”
Thursday aaya. Papa subah hi duty pe nikal gaye, Shruti school. Ghar mein sirf main aur mummy. Main late tak so raha tha. Mummy aayi, mujhe uthaya – “Uth ja beta, nashta taiyar hai.”
Nashta karte hue maine bola, “Mummy, aap kuch achhi saree pehen lo. Photos achhe aayenge tabhi.”
Mummy khush ho gayi, “Theek hai! Abhi change karti hoon.”
Main apne room mein gaya, naha-dho ke ready hua. Apna chota sa camera nikala – main thori bohot photography karta tha, nature, birds, lekin aaj pehli baar… mummy ki.
Mummy balcony wale garden mein aayi – light blue saree mein. Saree thin cotton ki thi, subah ki dhoop mein thodi transparent ho rahi thi. Blouse bhi deep neck wala, choochiyan itni bhari ki blouse ke buttons pe zor pad raha tha. Pallu thoda sa side tha, cleavage ki gehri line saaf dikh rahi thi – woh creamy white skin, thoda paseena bhi, jo unki choochiyon ke beech se tapak raha tha.
Maine bola, “Mummy, ab pose karo. Pehle simple – haath kamar pe rakh ke smile karo.”
Woh try ki, lekin awkward lag rahi thi. Unhone haath kamar pe rakha, lekin body stiff thi. Main has pada, “Mummy, aap toh jaise robot ban gayi ho! Thoda relax karo na, jaise filmon mein heroine karti hai.”
Mummy hasi, “Arre beta, main kahan heroine hu? Tu sikhata hai na, kaise pose karte hain.”
Main camera set kiya aur unke paas gaya. “Dekho mummy, aisa – kandhe peeche karo, chest thoda aage, smile natural.” Maine unke kandhon pe haath rakha – unki skin garam thi, blouse ke andar se choochiyon ki softness feel hui.
Woh pose ki – haath kamar pe, pallu thoda side. Cleavage aur dikhi. Main zoom kiya, click kiya. jab woh jhuk kar garden ke phool chhoo rahi thi pose ke liye, saree peeche se upar chadhi, petticoat ke neeche se unki thighs ki chamak dikhi. Main unke peeche gaya, “Mummy, thoda left turn karo,” aur haath se unki kamar pakad ke adjust kiya – unki kamar garam, paseene wali. Woh sihar gayi halki si, lekin normal boli, “Achha? Aise?” Jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya us touch se.
Photos dekhe toh mummy ne kaha, “Waah… achhe hain. Tujhe kaisi lagi.”
Maine photo mein unki clevage ki aur ishara krke haklate hue kha gaya, “Thoda… thoda zyada hai mummy. .”
Mummy sharmane wali hasi aur kahi. “Arre beta, toh itna ghabra kyu rha hai . Thoda adjust kar leti hoon.” Unhone pallu thoda upar kiya, lekin ab bhi cleavage itni gehri thi ki main soch raha tha agar main haath daal doon toh kho jaunga usme. Aur photos liye – unki aankhein camera mein seedhi, lips thode khule, jaise mujhe invite kar rahi hon.
Aur phir unki photos le li.
Phir bola, “Ab dusri saree pehen lo mummy.”
Woh room mein gayi change karne. Kuch der baad bulaya, “Kartik, aa zara… konsi saree zyada achhi lagegi?”
Aur unke liye light violet colour ki saree choose Kiya aur phir bahar chala gya, ki thori der baad unka phir awaaz aya.
Maine andar gaya – woh light violet saree pehen rahi thi. Blouse ka back open tha, hooks nahi lag rahe the unke haath nahi pahunch rahe the. Unki poori peeth nangi – smooth, chamakti hui skin, gardan se neeche paseene ki lakeer.
“Mummy… hooks lagane hain?”
“Haan beta, please.”
Main peeche gaya. Unki khushboo – itar, paseena, aur woh aurat wali garmi – mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Maine hooks lagaye – ungliyan unki peeth pe ragdi. Unki skin itni garam thi ki meri ungliyan jalan feel kar rahi thi. Ek hook lagate waqt meri ungli unki kamar pe slip ho gayi – woh thodi si sihar gayi. Saans tez.
“Beta… dheere,” unhone dheere se bola, lekin awaaz mein kuch alag tha – jaise maza le rahi hon. Maine dheere se unki peeth pe haath fera, “Mummy, aapki skin bohot soft hai,” aur funny way mein bola, “Jaise butter!”
Woh hasi, “Arre tu bhi na! Hooks lag gaye? Ab pose sikhata hai.”
Hooks lage. Phir balcony pe photos – is baar zyada scenes. Pehle simple pose – baith kar garden mein, pallu thoda side, cleavage halki. Phir bold – haath upar karke, saree ka pallu baalon mein uljha diya maine funny way mein, “Mummy, aise heroines karti hain!” Woh hasi aur pose ki, choochiyan ubhar aayi.
Violet saree mein unki choochiyan aur zyada ubhari hui dikhti thi. Blouse tight, nipples saaf outline. Main close shots liye – unki kamar, unki gaand ka curve jab woh palti thi, saree petticoat ke neeche se hil rahi thi. Ek photo mein unhone haath peeche karke pose kiya, chest aage – choochiyan itni ubhar aayi ki lagta tha blouse phat jayega. Main zoom kiya, click kiya, soch raha tha – mummy ki choochiyan kitni bhari hain, agar dabaun toh kaisi feel hongi.
Phir maine bola, “Ab salwar kameez try karo mummy. Variety ho jayegi.”
Mummy ne haan kaha. Woh change karne lagi. Tabhi unka phone baja – mausi ka call. Call lamba chalne laga. Main socha wait kar leta hoon, isliye mummy ke room mein hi laptop khol ke Instagram ID banane laga.
Tabhi nazar padi mummy pe. Woh phone pe baat karte hue hi kapde change kar rahi thi – bilkul naturally, jaise main wahan nahi hoon. Pehle saree ka pallu gira, blouse ke buttons khole. Bra nhi pehni thi.
Unki choochiyan gol, bhari, nipples dark pink aur hard – jaise excited hon. peeth meri taraf thi.Unki poori peeth nangi – smooth, chamakti hui, gardan se neeche paseene ki lakeer dheere-dheere neeche ja rahi thi, jaise koi nadi. Side se choochiyon ka curve dikha – woh bhari hui, upar ki taraf ubhari hui, nipples pointed aur erect, jaise thandi hawa ya excitement se. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Lund pant mein zor se khada ho gaya, dard hone laga. Main chupke se dekhta raha, haath laptop pe tha lekin nazar unpe.
Phir unhone petticoat ka nada khola – dheere se. Petticoat neeche gir gaya. Ab sirf black lace panty mein thi – woh panty bilkul tight, gaand ke dono cheeks ko pakad ke rakhi hui thi. Gaand gol, tight, ubhari hui – dono taraf se perfect curve, jaise koi sculpture. Taangein lambi, smooth, thighs ke beech thoda sa gap – panty ke andar se chut ka halka sa outline dikh raha tha, camel toe shape, aur lag raha tha thodi geeli ho gayi hai – shayad paseene se ya kuch aur se. Unki chut ka ubhar saaf tha, panty ki lace ke neeche se halka sa bulge, jaise bulawa de rahi ho. Woh phone pe baat kar rahi thi, “Haan didi… haan sab theek hai… kartik yahan hai”
Unki awaaz normal thi, lekin main soch raha tha – mummy ko pata hai main dekh raha hoon? Ya sach mein natural hai?
Mera haath pant pe chala gaya khud-ba-khud, lund ko dabaya – itna hard tha ki pant se bahar aane ko tadap raha tha. Mummy abhi bhi baat kar rahi thi, dheere se salwar utha rahi thi. Unhone salwar pehni – tight salwar, gaand ka shape aur saaf, chut ka outline halka sa panty ke upar se. Phir kameez utha ke pehenne lagi – dheere-dheere, pehle arms daale, phir choochiyan adjust ki – unki nangi choochiyan hil rahi thi, nipples abhi bhi hard. Kameez ke andar se nipples dikhte the, kameez tight thi, deep neck, cleavage gehri. Woh mirror mein dekhti rahi, apni choochiyon ko adjust karti rahi – ek baar toh haath se daba diya halka sa, jaise check kar rahi hon. Mera dil muh mein aa gaya. Soch raha tha – mummy ki choochiyan kitni garam hongi, agar main choos loon toh kaisa lagega? Unki chut panty mein geeli lag rahi thi – shayad change karte waqt garam ho gayi ho.
Phone kaat diya. Achanak palti – mujhe dekha. Main freeze ho gaya, haath laptop pe tha lekin chehra laal.
“Kya dekh raha hai , Kartik?”
Main hakla gaya, chehra laal, “K…kuch nahi mummy… bas… laptop pe kaam kar raha tha.”
Woh muskura di .Unhone kameez poori pehen li, lekin adjust karte waqt choochiyan hil rahi thi. Woh mere paas aayi, “Ab photo le na beta.”
Main camera uthaya – haath kaanp rahe the. Unhe pose karwaya – pehle simple, phir haath upar karke – kameez upar chadhi, kamar nangi. Phir side pose – gaand ubhari hui, choochiyan side se dab rahi thi. Close-up liya – unki aankhein, lips, cleavage jo kameez ke deep neck se dikh rahi thi.
Ek photo mein unhone pose kiya – haath peeche karke, chest aage – choochiyan itni ubhar aayi ki main soch raha tha abhi bahar nikal jayengi. Click.
Photos dekhe – mummy ne kaha, “Waah… yeh toh bohot achhe hain. Tu sach mein achha photographer hai, beta.”
Main bas unki taraf dekhta raha – unki garam nazar, unki body ki garmi. Lund ab control se bahar tha.
Phir ID complete ki, photos upload kiye caption ke saath. Sab relatives ko follow Kiya, including bhaiya,papa etc
Shaam ko mummy ke mein phone login kr diya, Instagram sikha diya – scroll karna, like karna, comment. Mummy bohot khush hui. Mere maath pe haath rakha, gale lagaya – unki choochiyan mere seene se dab gayi. Garam thi woh.
“Thank you beta… tu mera sabse pyara hai.”
Main bas unki khushboo mein kho gaya. Us raat bistar pe leta raha, haath pant mein… mummy ke naam leke jhad gaya – soch kar ki agar unhone mujhe aur dekha hota, agar unhone kaha hota “Aa beta, mummy ko aur dekho…”
Kuch din normal guzar gaye the. Ghar mein sab kuch waisa hi chal raha tha – papa duty pe aate-jaate, Shruti school se aake homework mein busy, mummy ghar sambhalti. Main bhi padhai mein lag gaya tha.
Lekin andar se kuch ubal raha tha. Photos wala din abhi bhi dimaag mein ghumta rehta tha – mummy ki nangi peeth, unki choochiyon ka side view, woh black lace panty mein unki gaand ka gol shape, panty pe halka sa camel toe… raat ko yaad aate hi lund khada ho jaata, haath neeche chala jaata aur zor se hilata rehta. Lekin main control karta, zyada sochta nahi. Sab normal lag raha tha… lekin andar se garmi badh rahi thi.
Ek raat – lagbhag 1:30 baje – main apne room mein akela. Lights off, sirf laptop ki blue roshni. Headphones laga ke porn dekh raha tha – ek desi mature bhabhi wali video, jisme ladka uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se choos raha tha, woh moan kar rahi thi, “Aur zor se choos… meri choochiyan phaad do… andar daal do apna lund…” Mera haath pant ke andar tha, lund garam, tight, dheere-dheere hilaa raha tha. Precum nikal raha tha, dimaag garam ho chuka tha.
Tabhi Instagram notification aaya. Pehle ignore kiya, lekin 4-5 baar vibrate hua toh dekha. Mummy ke account se the – likes, comments, messages. Mujhe thori curiosity hui. Video pause kiya, headphones utaare aur login detail daal ke account khola.
Profile pe dekha – photos pe strangers ke likes aa rahe the. Kucv comments mein gande-gande messages: “Aunty ji aap toh maal ho”, “Figure killer hai, kab milogi?”, “Private mein baat karo na bhabhi”, “Chudai karne ka mann kar raha hai aapke saath”.
Mummy ne kuch reply diye the – “Thank you
”, “Shukriya”, smiley faces. Dil mein garmi aur gussa dono ubhar aaya.
Messages section khola. Kuch DMs the ladke, aadmi, profile wale. Zyadatar ko ignore kar rahi thi mummy, ya short “Thanks ji” bol ke nikal jaati. Shayad pehli baar itna attention mil raha tha – nayi duniya, naye log, compliments ki bhookh.
Phir meri nazar ek chat pe atki. Naam – Virendra Singh. Profile pic mein 42-45 saal ka aadmi, gym-toned body, trimmed beard, confident smile. Bio mein “Entrepreneur | Fitness Freak | Open Minded | DM for Fun & More
”.
Chat shuru se padha. Chat bahut lamba tha,but main summary aisis thi:-
Pehla message uska:
Virendra: “Hi Poonam ji, aapki photos dekhi… waah, bohot sundar lag rahi ho. Real mein bhi itni hi khoobsurat hongi?
”
Mummy: “Thank you Abhi Instagram seekh rahi hoon, pehli baar use kar rahi hoon.”
Virendra: “Toh bohot maza aayega aapko. Aapki smile killer hai. Aur figure? Arre waah, 36D lag rahi ho… sahi bola na?”
Mummy: “Haan… 36D
”
Mera khoon khaul gaya. Yeh kya kar rahi thi mummy? Ajnabi ko bra size bata rahi thi? Chat aur aage badhi.
Virendra: “36D… imagine kar raha hoon aapki choochiyan kitni bhari aur soft hongi. Blouse mein dab rahi hongi na? Kabhi selfie bhejogi private mein? Blouse ke upar se hi dikha do na… please bhabhi.”
Mummy: “Arre nahi… abhi nahi. Sharm aati hai
”
Virendra: “Sharmao mat na Poonam ji. Aap itni hot ho, log pagal ho jayenge. Batao na, nipples kitne sensitive hain? Hard ho jaate hain thandi hawa se? Ya kisi ke touch se?”
Mummy: “Aap bhi na… bohot naughty ho
Haan thoda sensitive hain… lekin yeh sab kya pooch rahe ho?”
Virendra: “Kyuki main soch raha hoon aapki choochiyon ko haath mein leke dabane ka… unko choosne ka… aap moan karogi na? Aur neeche… panty geeli ho jaati hogi na aise baaton se? Batao na, aaj panty pehni hai kya? Kaunsi colour ki?”
Mummy: “Aap bohot bold ho… haan geeli ho gayi hai thodi si… black panty pehni hai”
Virendra: “Black lace wali? Gaand kitni tight hai aapki? Imagine kar raha hoon aapko doggy style mein… gaand pe thappad marte hue… aur lund andar daalte hue. Aap chillaogi na? ‘Aur zor se… pel do mujhe…’ bologi?”
Mummy: “Arre bas karo… dil dhadak raha hai aisa kabhi nhi hone wala hai, Lekin haan… soch ke hi garam ho rahi hoon.”
Virendra: “Toh aaj raat akeli ho? Husband duty pe? Beta so gaya? Private pic bhej do na… ek choochiyon ka, ya panty pe haath rakh ke. Main bhi aapke liye kuch bhej deta hoon… mera lund hard hai aapki photos dekh ke.”
Mummy: “Nahi nahi… abhi nahi. Shayad kabhi…”
Lekin reply jaldi-jaldi aa rahe the, emojis zyada – desperate feel ho rahi thi unko. Virat ke jaane ke baad, papa ki night duty, ghar ka akelapan – sab kuch unko yeh sab karne pe majboor kar raha tha.
Mujhe itna gussa aaya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Yeh mera haq tha na? Main hi toh unki photos leke upload kiya tha. Main hi toh unke badan ko itne close se dekha tha – nangi peeth, hard nipples, panty mein geeli chut ka ubhar. Aur yeh ganda aadmi unhe yeh sab bol raha tha, aur mummy enjoy kar rahi thi?
Maine turant action liya. Virendra wali poori chat mummy ke side delete kar di. Uske profile ko block kar diya. Account settings mein gaya – private kar diya. Ab sirf approved followers hi dekh payenger. Aur ajneebi ke like aur coment hata diye.
Laptop band kiya, aur bistar pe let gaya. Dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Gussa, jealousy, aur thodi si… garam excitement bhi. Soch raha tha – mummy ko yeh sab chahiye, attention, garam baatein, lekin sirf mujhse. Sirf main hi unhe woh sab de sakta hoon – unki choochiyon ko dekh sakta hoon, unki gaand ko feel kar sakta hoon, unki chut ko imagine kar sakta hoon aur shayad ek din… unhe touch kar sakta hoon.
Us raat porn nahi dekha. Bas mummy ke baare mein sochta raha – unki 36D choochiyon ko dabane ka, unki geeli chut mein ungli daalne ka, unki moan sunne ka.
Lund khada tha, dard kar raha tha, lekin haath nahi chalaya. Gusse mein so gaya.
Subah utha toh mummy normal thi. Chai bana rahi thi, mujhe dekha aur muskura di. “Beta, chai pi le.”
Main unki taraf dekhta raha – unki simple nighty mein choochiyan halki si hil rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha unhone abhi account check nahi kiya.
Lekin main jaanta tha – ab yeh game mera control mein tha. Aur shayad yeh control mujhe unke aur zyada kareeb le jaayega… aur unki woh garam baatein sirf mere liye hongi.
Mera naam Kartik Singhal hai. Yeh baat aaj se kuch saal pehle ki hai, jab main barely 18 ka tha. Us umar mein har ladka apne aap ko duniya ka maalik samajhta hai, lekin mere haath mein toh sirf apni pant ke andar woh bekaar lund tha jo har waqt khada hone ki zid karta rehta tha bina kisi wajah ke. Raat ko bistar pe let-ta, dimaag mein ladkiyon ki tasveerein ghumti rehti aur haath neeche chala jaata aur zor-zor se hilata rehta, lekin subah uthkar phir wahi sharm aur guilt.
Ghar bahar se bilkul normal dikhta tha – middle-class family, chhota sa flat, roz ka routine. Papa Sanjay Singhal railway ke TC the. Umr 45-46 ke aaspaas, badan thoda sa mota ho gaya tha, pet nikla hua, baal patle aur safed hone lage the. Hafte mein do raat full night duty pe nikal jaate – train mein ticket check karte-karte subah tak thak jaate. Baaki din subah jaldi nikal jaate, shaam ko thake-haare waapas aate. Unki awaaz mein hamesha thakan ghuli rehti thi, jaise zindagi ne unko daba-daba ke rakh diya ho. Woh kabhi zyada baat nahi karte the, bas khana khaate, TV dekhte aur so jaate.
Aur phir meri mummy – Poonam Singhal. Bas naam sunte hi mera dil zor se dhadak jaata tha. Bahar se main unhe “Mummy” bolta tha, lekin andar se… andar se woh meri nazron mein ek aurat thi. Ek aisi aurat jiski har ada, har harkat mujhe pagal kar deti thi. Mummy ki umar lagbhag 42 hogi, lekin badan? Arre yaar, bilkul jawani wala. Figure karib 36-28-38 ka – tight, bhara hua, bilkul perfect. Unki choochiyan itni bhari aur gol thi ki lagta tha bhagwan ne sirf unke liye banayi thi. Ghar mein simple cotton saree pehenti thi, lekin woh saree unke badan pe chipak jaati thi – paseene se, garmi se. Jab woh jhuk kar sabzi kaat ti thi ya jhadu lagati thi, choochiyan aage jhool jaati thi, blouse ke andar se woh gehri cleavage dikh jaati jo itni gehri, itni creamy white ki main sochta tha agar main haath daal doon toh kho jaunga usmein. Nipples kabhi-kabhi blouse pe halke se ubhar aate, jaise thandi hawa se hard ho gaye hon.
Kamar patli thi, lekin gaand? Mummy ki gaand bilkul gol, ubhari hui, tight aur bhari – jab woh chalti thi toh dono taraf hilti thi jaise koi rhythm baj raha ho. Kitchen mein kaam karte waqt petticoat ke neeche se patli kamar ki chamak dikhti, paseena tapakta rehta aur neeche ki taraf beh jaata – kabhi-kabhi saree thodi geeli ho jaati thi aur gaand ka shape aur saaf dikhne lagta. Main chupke-chupke darwaze pe khada dekhta rehta, dil zor-zor se dhadakta, lund pant mein tadap uthta. Kabhi sochta tha agar mummy ne notice kiya toh? Lekin woh notice nahi karti thi… ya shayad karti thi aur chup rehti thi.
Mera bada bhai Virat jo mujhse ek saal bada, 19 ka. Bilkul perfect ladka. Height sirf 5 feet 5 inches thi, lekin body athletic, solid aur state level basketball player. School mein bahut ladkiyan uske peeche pagal thi. Good looks, sharp jawline, confident smile. Padhai mein topper. Sab kuch hai uske paas – confidence, dost ka crowd, ladkiyon ki nazrein. Woh mujhe kabhi tease nahi karta tha, balki help karta tha padhai mein, raat ko baatein karta tha.
Aur main? Uska bilkul ulta.
Main Kartik – 6 feet lamba, lekin dubla-patla. Average looks, average marks, sports mein zero. School mein log mujhe “lamba chooha” bolke bully karte the. Bahut shy tha main. Ladkiyon se baat karne ki himmat nahi hoti thi. Bas chupke se unki taraf dekhta rehta aur raat ko bistar pe unke baare mein soch kar haath chalata. Virat ke saath room share karta tha, lekin raat ko jab woh so jaata, main chupke se haath neeche daal deta.
Aur sabse chhoti meri behen Shruti jo class 9th mein thi tab. Abhi bacchi si thi, lekin usme woh cheez thi jo dheere-dheere ubhar rahi thi.
Ye khaani ki suruaat Virat bhaiya ke jaane ke baad shuru hui thi. Woh din jab bhaiya Delhi ja rhe the engineering ki padhai krne ke liye ja rhe the. Virat ne mummy ko hug kiya tha, lekin maa ne wapas hug nahi kiya – bas peeth pe haath phera aur turant alag ho gayi. Us waqt maine notice kiya tha unki aankhon mein kuch – shayad dukh, shayad rahat. Car mein main virat bhaiya, papa aur mai jo unhe station chodne ja rhe the.. Station pe last goodbye kha Virat ne mujhe gale lagaya, “Bhai, mummy-papa ka khayal rakhna.” Train chali gayi.
Papa ne bola, “Kartik, tu auto se ghar ja. Meri night shift hai.” Main akela ghar pahuncha. Ghar mein sannata tha – bilkul sannata.
Room mein Virat ka khali bistar, khali table, khali almari. Sab kuch chubh raha tha. Main bed pe baith gaya, lights on nahi ki. Street light se thodi roshni aa rahi thi.
Kitchen se awaaz aayi. Mummy bartan dho rahi thi – wahi light blue saree mein. Jhuk kar kaam kar rahi thi, saree peeche upar chadhi hui, patli kamar dikhai de rahi thi. Gaand gol aur bhari – har movement pe hil rahi thi. Paseene se geele baal gardan pe chipke hue. Woh dheere saans le rahi thi.
“Mummy…?”
Woh palti, haath geele the. “Kartik? Tu aa gaya? Auto se aaya na?”
“Haan mummy.”
Woh muskura di, lekin smile thaki hui thi. “Achha hai. Ja, fresh ho ja. Khana garam hai.”
Main wahi khada raha.
Unki aankhon mein Virat ke jaane ka dukh saaf dikhta tha. Maine pucha, “Mummy… aap theek ho?”
Woh thodi der chup rahi, phir boli, “Haan beta… bas thak gayi hoon. Virat chala gaya, ghar khali lag raha hai na?”
Main haan mein sir hilaya. Phir dheere se bola, “Mummy… main hoon na ab.”
Maa ne muskuraya aur mujhe haath munh dhone ko kaha.
Kuch din normal guzar gaye. Ghar mein wohi routine – papa duty pe, Shruti school, main exams ki taiyari mein. Virat bhaiya ke jane ke baad Mummy akeli si thi,ab mujhse zyada baat karti thi, kabhi haath se baal sahlati, kabhi aankhon se kuch keh jaati. Main bhi unhe chupke-chupke dekhta rehta – unki saree ka pallu sarakne pe, unki kamar ki chamak pe, unki choochiyon ki ubhar pe.
Ek shaam main hall mein baitha phone scroll kar raha tha. Mummy aayi, mere bagal mein baith gayi. Unhone simple yellow nighty pehni thi – thodi loose, lekin unke badan pe chipak rahi thi. Unki choochiyan halki si hil rahi thi saans ke saath.
“Kartik beta… ek kaam karoge mera?”
Main utha, “Bolo mummy.”
“Instagram account bana doge mera? Sab log use kr rhe hai toh soch mai bhi shuru kr lunu.”
Main muskuraya, thoda surprise hua. “Achaanak? Theek hai mummy, main bana dunga. Lekin kuch achhi photos chahiye profile ke liye.”
Mummy ne aankhein badi ki, “Kaisi photos?”
“Normal jo aap paot kr sko. Solo wali, achhi smile wali.”
Unhone apna phone diya. Maine dekha – zyadatar family group photos, Virat ke saath, Shruti ke saath. Solo bahut kam. Maine bola, “Mummy, main photo le lunga. Achhe se pose karwa ke. Account bana dunga.”
Mummy khush ho gayi, aankhon mein chamak aayi. “Sach mein? Thank you beta!”
Lekin main aalas mein skip karta raha.
Mummy do-teen din roz yaad dilati, “Kartik, kab banega account?” Main bolta, “Thursday ko chhutti hai mummy, us din pakka.”
Thursday aaya. Papa subah hi duty pe nikal gaye, Shruti school. Ghar mein sirf main aur mummy. Main late tak so raha tha. Mummy aayi, mujhe uthaya – “Uth ja beta, nashta taiyar hai.”
Nashta karte hue maine bola, “Mummy, aap kuch achhi saree pehen lo. Photos achhe aayenge tabhi.”
Mummy khush ho gayi, “Theek hai! Abhi change karti hoon.”
Main apne room mein gaya, naha-dho ke ready hua. Apna chota sa camera nikala – main thori bohot photography karta tha, nature, birds, lekin aaj pehli baar… mummy ki.
Mummy balcony wale garden mein aayi – light blue saree mein. Saree thin cotton ki thi, subah ki dhoop mein thodi transparent ho rahi thi. Blouse bhi deep neck wala, choochiyan itni bhari ki blouse ke buttons pe zor pad raha tha. Pallu thoda sa side tha, cleavage ki gehri line saaf dikh rahi thi – woh creamy white skin, thoda paseena bhi, jo unki choochiyon ke beech se tapak raha tha.
Maine bola, “Mummy, ab pose karo. Pehle simple – haath kamar pe rakh ke smile karo.”
Woh try ki, lekin awkward lag rahi thi. Unhone haath kamar pe rakha, lekin body stiff thi. Main has pada, “Mummy, aap toh jaise robot ban gayi ho! Thoda relax karo na, jaise filmon mein heroine karti hai.”
Mummy hasi, “Arre beta, main kahan heroine hu? Tu sikhata hai na, kaise pose karte hain.”
Main camera set kiya aur unke paas gaya. “Dekho mummy, aisa – kandhe peeche karo, chest thoda aage, smile natural.” Maine unke kandhon pe haath rakha – unki skin garam thi, blouse ke andar se choochiyon ki softness feel hui.
Woh pose ki – haath kamar pe, pallu thoda side. Cleavage aur dikhi. Main zoom kiya, click kiya. jab woh jhuk kar garden ke phool chhoo rahi thi pose ke liye, saree peeche se upar chadhi, petticoat ke neeche se unki thighs ki chamak dikhi. Main unke peeche gaya, “Mummy, thoda left turn karo,” aur haath se unki kamar pakad ke adjust kiya – unki kamar garam, paseene wali. Woh sihar gayi halki si, lekin normal boli, “Achha? Aise?” Jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya us touch se.
Photos dekhe toh mummy ne kaha, “Waah… achhe hain. Tujhe kaisi lagi.”
Maine photo mein unki clevage ki aur ishara krke haklate hue kha gaya, “Thoda… thoda zyada hai mummy. .”
Mummy sharmane wali hasi aur kahi. “Arre beta, toh itna ghabra kyu rha hai . Thoda adjust kar leti hoon.” Unhone pallu thoda upar kiya, lekin ab bhi cleavage itni gehri thi ki main soch raha tha agar main haath daal doon toh kho jaunga usme. Aur photos liye – unki aankhein camera mein seedhi, lips thode khule, jaise mujhe invite kar rahi hon.
Aur phir unki photos le li.
Phir bola, “Ab dusri saree pehen lo mummy.”
Woh room mein gayi change karne. Kuch der baad bulaya, “Kartik, aa zara… konsi saree zyada achhi lagegi?”
Aur unke liye light violet colour ki saree choose Kiya aur phir bahar chala gya, ki thori der baad unka phir awaaz aya.
Maine andar gaya – woh light violet saree pehen rahi thi. Blouse ka back open tha, hooks nahi lag rahe the unke haath nahi pahunch rahe the. Unki poori peeth nangi – smooth, chamakti hui skin, gardan se neeche paseene ki lakeer.
“Mummy… hooks lagane hain?”
“Haan beta, please.”
Main peeche gaya. Unki khushboo – itar, paseena, aur woh aurat wali garmi – mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Maine hooks lagaye – ungliyan unki peeth pe ragdi. Unki skin itni garam thi ki meri ungliyan jalan feel kar rahi thi. Ek hook lagate waqt meri ungli unki kamar pe slip ho gayi – woh thodi si sihar gayi. Saans tez.
“Beta… dheere,” unhone dheere se bola, lekin awaaz mein kuch alag tha – jaise maza le rahi hon. Maine dheere se unki peeth pe haath fera, “Mummy, aapki skin bohot soft hai,” aur funny way mein bola, “Jaise butter!”
Woh hasi, “Arre tu bhi na! Hooks lag gaye? Ab pose sikhata hai.”
Hooks lage. Phir balcony pe photos – is baar zyada scenes. Pehle simple pose – baith kar garden mein, pallu thoda side, cleavage halki. Phir bold – haath upar karke, saree ka pallu baalon mein uljha diya maine funny way mein, “Mummy, aise heroines karti hain!” Woh hasi aur pose ki, choochiyan ubhar aayi.
Violet saree mein unki choochiyan aur zyada ubhari hui dikhti thi. Blouse tight, nipples saaf outline. Main close shots liye – unki kamar, unki gaand ka curve jab woh palti thi, saree petticoat ke neeche se hil rahi thi. Ek photo mein unhone haath peeche karke pose kiya, chest aage – choochiyan itni ubhar aayi ki lagta tha blouse phat jayega. Main zoom kiya, click kiya, soch raha tha – mummy ki choochiyan kitni bhari hain, agar dabaun toh kaisi feel hongi.
Phir maine bola, “Ab salwar kameez try karo mummy. Variety ho jayegi.”
Mummy ne haan kaha. Woh change karne lagi. Tabhi unka phone baja – mausi ka call. Call lamba chalne laga. Main socha wait kar leta hoon, isliye mummy ke room mein hi laptop khol ke Instagram ID banane laga.
Tabhi nazar padi mummy pe. Woh phone pe baat karte hue hi kapde change kar rahi thi – bilkul naturally, jaise main wahan nahi hoon. Pehle saree ka pallu gira, blouse ke buttons khole. Bra nhi pehni thi.
Unki choochiyan gol, bhari, nipples dark pink aur hard – jaise excited hon. peeth meri taraf thi.Unki poori peeth nangi – smooth, chamakti hui, gardan se neeche paseene ki lakeer dheere-dheere neeche ja rahi thi, jaise koi nadi. Side se choochiyon ka curve dikha – woh bhari hui, upar ki taraf ubhari hui, nipples pointed aur erect, jaise thandi hawa ya excitement se. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Lund pant mein zor se khada ho gaya, dard hone laga. Main chupke se dekhta raha, haath laptop pe tha lekin nazar unpe.
Phir unhone petticoat ka nada khola – dheere se. Petticoat neeche gir gaya. Ab sirf black lace panty mein thi – woh panty bilkul tight, gaand ke dono cheeks ko pakad ke rakhi hui thi. Gaand gol, tight, ubhari hui – dono taraf se perfect curve, jaise koi sculpture. Taangein lambi, smooth, thighs ke beech thoda sa gap – panty ke andar se chut ka halka sa outline dikh raha tha, camel toe shape, aur lag raha tha thodi geeli ho gayi hai – shayad paseene se ya kuch aur se. Unki chut ka ubhar saaf tha, panty ki lace ke neeche se halka sa bulge, jaise bulawa de rahi ho. Woh phone pe baat kar rahi thi, “Haan didi… haan sab theek hai… kartik yahan hai”
Unki awaaz normal thi, lekin main soch raha tha – mummy ko pata hai main dekh raha hoon? Ya sach mein natural hai?
Mera haath pant pe chala gaya khud-ba-khud, lund ko dabaya – itna hard tha ki pant se bahar aane ko tadap raha tha. Mummy abhi bhi baat kar rahi thi, dheere se salwar utha rahi thi. Unhone salwar pehni – tight salwar, gaand ka shape aur saaf, chut ka outline halka sa panty ke upar se. Phir kameez utha ke pehenne lagi – dheere-dheere, pehle arms daale, phir choochiyan adjust ki – unki nangi choochiyan hil rahi thi, nipples abhi bhi hard. Kameez ke andar se nipples dikhte the, kameez tight thi, deep neck, cleavage gehri. Woh mirror mein dekhti rahi, apni choochiyon ko adjust karti rahi – ek baar toh haath se daba diya halka sa, jaise check kar rahi hon. Mera dil muh mein aa gaya. Soch raha tha – mummy ki choochiyan kitni garam hongi, agar main choos loon toh kaisa lagega? Unki chut panty mein geeli lag rahi thi – shayad change karte waqt garam ho gayi ho.
Phone kaat diya. Achanak palti – mujhe dekha. Main freeze ho gaya, haath laptop pe tha lekin chehra laal.
“Kya dekh raha hai , Kartik?”
Main hakla gaya, chehra laal, “K…kuch nahi mummy… bas… laptop pe kaam kar raha tha.”
Woh muskura di .Unhone kameez poori pehen li, lekin adjust karte waqt choochiyan hil rahi thi. Woh mere paas aayi, “Ab photo le na beta.”
Main camera uthaya – haath kaanp rahe the. Unhe pose karwaya – pehle simple, phir haath upar karke – kameez upar chadhi, kamar nangi. Phir side pose – gaand ubhari hui, choochiyan side se dab rahi thi. Close-up liya – unki aankhein, lips, cleavage jo kameez ke deep neck se dikh rahi thi.
Ek photo mein unhone pose kiya – haath peeche karke, chest aage – choochiyan itni ubhar aayi ki main soch raha tha abhi bahar nikal jayengi. Click.
Photos dekhe – mummy ne kaha, “Waah… yeh toh bohot achhe hain. Tu sach mein achha photographer hai, beta.”
Main bas unki taraf dekhta raha – unki garam nazar, unki body ki garmi. Lund ab control se bahar tha.
Phir ID complete ki, photos upload kiye caption ke saath. Sab relatives ko follow Kiya, including bhaiya,papa etc
Shaam ko mummy ke mein phone login kr diya, Instagram sikha diya – scroll karna, like karna, comment. Mummy bohot khush hui. Mere maath pe haath rakha, gale lagaya – unki choochiyan mere seene se dab gayi. Garam thi woh.
“Thank you beta… tu mera sabse pyara hai.”
Main bas unki khushboo mein kho gaya. Us raat bistar pe leta raha, haath pant mein… mummy ke naam leke jhad gaya – soch kar ki agar unhone mujhe aur dekha hota, agar unhone kaha hota “Aa beta, mummy ko aur dekho…”
Kuch din normal guzar gaye the. Ghar mein sab kuch waisa hi chal raha tha – papa duty pe aate-jaate, Shruti school se aake homework mein busy, mummy ghar sambhalti. Main bhi padhai mein lag gaya tha.
Lekin andar se kuch ubal raha tha. Photos wala din abhi bhi dimaag mein ghumta rehta tha – mummy ki nangi peeth, unki choochiyon ka side view, woh black lace panty mein unki gaand ka gol shape, panty pe halka sa camel toe… raat ko yaad aate hi lund khada ho jaata, haath neeche chala jaata aur zor se hilata rehta. Lekin main control karta, zyada sochta nahi. Sab normal lag raha tha… lekin andar se garmi badh rahi thi.
Ek raat – lagbhag 1:30 baje – main apne room mein akela. Lights off, sirf laptop ki blue roshni. Headphones laga ke porn dekh raha tha – ek desi mature bhabhi wali video, jisme ladka uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se choos raha tha, woh moan kar rahi thi, “Aur zor se choos… meri choochiyan phaad do… andar daal do apna lund…” Mera haath pant ke andar tha, lund garam, tight, dheere-dheere hilaa raha tha. Precum nikal raha tha, dimaag garam ho chuka tha.
Tabhi Instagram notification aaya. Pehle ignore kiya, lekin 4-5 baar vibrate hua toh dekha. Mummy ke account se the – likes, comments, messages. Mujhe thori curiosity hui. Video pause kiya, headphones utaare aur login detail daal ke account khola.
Profile pe dekha – photos pe strangers ke likes aa rahe the. Kucv comments mein gande-gande messages: “Aunty ji aap toh maal ho”, “Figure killer hai, kab milogi?”, “Private mein baat karo na bhabhi”, “Chudai karne ka mann kar raha hai aapke saath”.
Mummy ne kuch reply diye the – “Thank you
”, “Shukriya”, smiley faces. Dil mein garmi aur gussa dono ubhar aaya.Messages section khola. Kuch DMs the ladke, aadmi, profile wale. Zyadatar ko ignore kar rahi thi mummy, ya short “Thanks ji” bol ke nikal jaati. Shayad pehli baar itna attention mil raha tha – nayi duniya, naye log, compliments ki bhookh.
Phir meri nazar ek chat pe atki. Naam – Virendra Singh. Profile pic mein 42-45 saal ka aadmi, gym-toned body, trimmed beard, confident smile. Bio mein “Entrepreneur | Fitness Freak | Open Minded | DM for Fun & More
”.Chat shuru se padha. Chat bahut lamba tha,but main summary aisis thi:-
Pehla message uska:
Virendra: “Hi Poonam ji, aapki photos dekhi… waah, bohot sundar lag rahi ho. Real mein bhi itni hi khoobsurat hongi?
”Mummy: “Thank you
Abhi Instagram seekh rahi hoon, pehli baar use kar rahi hoon.”Virendra: “Toh bohot maza aayega aapko. Aapki smile killer hai. Aur figure? Arre waah, 36D lag rahi ho… sahi bola na?”
Mummy: “Haan… 36D
”Mera khoon khaul gaya. Yeh kya kar rahi thi mummy? Ajnabi ko bra size bata rahi thi? Chat aur aage badhi.
Virendra: “36D… imagine kar raha hoon aapki choochiyan kitni bhari aur soft hongi. Blouse mein dab rahi hongi na? Kabhi selfie bhejogi private mein? Blouse ke upar se hi dikha do na… please bhabhi.”
Mummy: “Arre nahi… abhi nahi. Sharm aati hai
”Virendra: “Sharmao mat na Poonam ji. Aap itni hot ho, log pagal ho jayenge. Batao na, nipples kitne sensitive hain? Hard ho jaate hain thandi hawa se? Ya kisi ke touch se?”
Mummy: “Aap bhi na… bohot naughty ho
Haan thoda sensitive hain… lekin yeh sab kya pooch rahe ho?”Virendra: “Kyuki main soch raha hoon aapki choochiyon ko haath mein leke dabane ka… unko choosne ka… aap moan karogi na? Aur neeche… panty geeli ho jaati hogi na aise baaton se? Batao na, aaj panty pehni hai kya? Kaunsi colour ki?”
Mummy: “Aap bohot bold ho… haan geeli ho gayi hai thodi si… black panty pehni hai
”Virendra: “Black lace wali? Gaand kitni tight hai aapki? Imagine kar raha hoon aapko doggy style mein… gaand pe thappad marte hue… aur lund andar daalte hue. Aap chillaogi na? ‘Aur zor se… pel do mujhe…’ bologi?”
Mummy: “Arre bas karo… dil dhadak raha hai aisa kabhi nhi hone wala hai,
Lekin haan… soch ke hi garam ho rahi hoon.”Virendra: “Toh aaj raat akeli ho? Husband duty pe? Beta so gaya? Private pic bhej do na… ek choochiyon ka, ya panty pe haath rakh ke. Main bhi aapke liye kuch bhej deta hoon… mera lund hard hai aapki photos dekh ke.”
Mummy: “Nahi nahi… abhi nahi. Shayad kabhi…
”Lekin reply jaldi-jaldi aa rahe the, emojis zyada – desperate feel ho rahi thi unko. Virat ke jaane ke baad, papa ki night duty, ghar ka akelapan – sab kuch unko yeh sab karne pe majboor kar raha tha.
Mujhe itna gussa aaya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Yeh mera haq tha na? Main hi toh unki photos leke upload kiya tha. Main hi toh unke badan ko itne close se dekha tha – nangi peeth, hard nipples, panty mein geeli chut ka ubhar. Aur yeh ganda aadmi unhe yeh sab bol raha tha, aur mummy enjoy kar rahi thi?
Maine turant action liya. Virendra wali poori chat mummy ke side delete kar di. Uske profile ko block kar diya. Account settings mein gaya – private kar diya. Ab sirf approved followers hi dekh payenger. Aur ajneebi ke like aur coment hata diye.
Laptop band kiya, aur bistar pe let gaya. Dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Gussa, jealousy, aur thodi si… garam excitement bhi. Soch raha tha – mummy ko yeh sab chahiye, attention, garam baatein, lekin sirf mujhse. Sirf main hi unhe woh sab de sakta hoon – unki choochiyon ko dekh sakta hoon, unki gaand ko feel kar sakta hoon, unki chut ko imagine kar sakta hoon aur shayad ek din… unhe touch kar sakta hoon.
Us raat porn nahi dekha. Bas mummy ke baare mein sochta raha – unki 36D choochiyon ko dabane ka, unki geeli chut mein ungli daalne ka, unki moan sunne ka.
Lund khada tha, dard kar raha tha, lekin haath nahi chalaya. Gusse mein so gaya.
Subah utha toh mummy normal thi. Chai bana rahi thi, mujhe dekha aur muskura di. “Beta, chai pi le.”
Main unki taraf dekhta raha – unki simple nighty mein choochiyan halki si hil rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha unhone abhi account check nahi kiya.
Lekin main jaanta tha – ab yeh game mera control mein tha. Aur shayad yeh control mujhe unke aur zyada kareeb le jaayega… aur unki woh garam baatein sirf mere liye hongi.
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Bahut hi behtareen update Diya bhai.
Bahut lamba first update tha. I really appreciate your effort. Itna lamba update Dene mein kafi time lagta hai. Aur story ka plot bhi kafi achha hai. Eagerly waiting for your next update Bhai.
Bahut lamba first update tha. I really appreciate your effort. Itna lamba update Dene mein kafi time lagta hai. Aur story ka plot bhi kafi achha hai. Eagerly waiting for your next update Bhai.
Hello Everyone,
Aap sabhi ka dhanywaad, mai is story ko kafi lamba likhne wala hun and mujhe aap sabhi se ek help chaiye.
Mai ismein images and GIF add Krna chatha hun, so agar kisi ko pata hai ki kaise krte hai, then please mujhe educate kre.
Also my dear readers, stay tuned for future updates.
Aap sabhi ka dhanywaad, mai is story ko kafi lamba likhne wala hun and mujhe aap sabhi se ek help chaiye.
Mai ismein images and GIF add Krna chatha hun, so agar kisi ko pata hai ki kaise krte hai, then please mujhe educate kre.
Also my dear readers, stay tuned for future updates.