Mai Aarav, 26 saal ka. Lucknow ki galiyon mein ghar, jahan har shaam ki hawa mein thodi si udaasi bhi ghulti hai. Gym se body banaayi hai – 6 feet, broad shoulders, solid chest – lekin dil mein kabhi-kabhi khamoshi hoti hai. Papa Qatar mein hain, saal bhar door. Phone pe baat hoti hai, lekin awaaz mein doori mehsoos hoti hai. Ghar mein sirf mai aur mom – meri stepmom, 35 saal ki. Fair skin, lambi kaale baal, badi aankhein jo kabhi udaas, kabhi chamakdar dikhti hain. Figure ab bhi jawaan – 36D ke bhare boobs, patli kamar, bhari gaand jo chalte waqt halke se hilti hai.
Us shaam barish ho rahi thi, khidki pe boondein tapak rahi thi. Mom office se thaki hui aayi, heels utaarte hi bedroom mein chali gayi. Thodi der baad awaaz aayi, dheemi lekin pyaar bhari:
“Aarav beta… zara aao na. Aaj pair bahut dard kar rahe hain… massage kar doge please?”
Mai chala gaya. Room mein halki roshni, sirf lamp jal rahi thi. Mom pet ke bal leti hui thi, pink satin nighty pehni, strap sarak gaya tha. Mai pairon ke paas baith gaya, pillow daala, haath se pindli dabani shuru ki. Dheere-dheere, garam skin pe thumbs ghumate hue.
Mom ne saans li, “Haan beta… aahh… wahi… thoda zor se…”
Haath upar badhe, thigh tak. Nighty sarak gayi. Inner thighs pe haath aaye – naram, garam. Mom ki saans tez ho gayi. Maine panty ke kinaare pe rub kiya – woh gili thi.
Mom ne kaanp kar bola, “Aarav… ye galat hai beta… ruk jaao… humein nahi karna chahiye…”
Par uska haath mera haath pakad ke aur daba raha tha. Maine dheere se kaha, “Mom… agar dil nahi maanta toh…”
Woh chup rahi. Phir palat gayi. Aankhein aansuon se bhari, lekin jalta hua. Maine nighty ke straps niche kiye. Boobs bahar – bhare, naram, nipples hard. Maine haath rakha, dheere se dabaya.
Mom ne moan kiya, “Aahhh… beta… dheere… uff… kitna garam lag raha hai…”
Maine zor se dabaya, nipples ko pinch kiya. Mom sihar uthi, “Aaaah… dard ho raha hai… par acha bhi… choos beta… please…”
Maine muh lagaya, zor se choosa. Mom ke haath mere baalon mein, mujhe kheench rahi thi. “Aahhh… haan… zor se choos… mom ki choochiyan… aahhh… kitne din ho gaye…”
Kiss hue, gehre, bhookhe. Haath uske jism pe ghumte rahe. Phir maine usko ghodi banaya. Mom ne khud gaand upar ki, panty side mein hata di. Maine tongue daali – dheere se lick kiya. Mom tadap uthi, “Ohhh… beta… aahhh… andar daal do… ab mat tadpao… mom ki choot jal rahi hai…”
Maine lund bahar nikala – mota, hard. Mom ne peeche mud ke dekha, “Itna bada… beta… dard hoga… dheere se…”
Maine tip ragda, phir push kiya. Tight thi – andar jaate hi mom cheekh uthi, “Aaaahhhh! Dard ho raha hai beta… bahut dard… par rukna mat… poora andar daal do… aahhh!”
Poora andar gaya. Mom ka jism kaamp raha tha. Maine dheere shuru kiya – gehre dhakke. Har baar bahar nikaal ke zor se andar. Mom ke muh se cheekhein nikal rahi thi, “Aahhh… aaaah… zor se… beta… meri choot phaad do… aahhh… dard acha lag raha hai… harder… please harder!”
Maine speed badhayi – full force, hardcore. Gaand pe zor-zor se thappad pad rahe the, clap-clap-clap gunj raha tha. Mom pillow mein muh daba ke chillayi, “Aaaahhhh… beta… fuck me… zor se… meri choot jal rahi hai… aaaah… mai pagal ho rahi hoon… aahhh… aur zor se!”
Maine baal pakde, peeche kheench ke dhakke maare – wild, painful, lekin usko mazaa aa raha tha. Mom ke moans room bhar rahe the, “Uffff… aaaah… dard… aahhh… par rukna mat… beta… mom ko aise hi chod… aahhh… jhadne wali hoon… aaaahhhh!”
Woh jhad gayi – poora jism hil gaya, choot tight squeeze kar rahi thi, juices bahar tapak rahe the. “Aaaahhhh… beta… mai… aaahhh… jhad gayi… oh god…”
Par mai nahi ruka. Usko missionary mein litaaya, legs shoulders pe. Deep, painful strokes. Mom cheekh rahi thi, “Aahhh… itna gehra… beta… choot fat jayegi… aaaah… par mat rukna… harder… aahhh!”
Phir wapas doggy. Ab aur tez, aur zor se. Mom ka jism paseene se bheega, gaand laal ho gayi thappadon se. Woh boli, “Ab muh mein… beta… mom chahti hai… aahhh…”
Usne muh khola. Maine andar daala – throat tak. Mom gag kar rahi thi, “Uffff… ggg… deep… aahhh…” Maine throat fuck kiya, rough. Phir jhadne laga. “Mom… mouth mein…”
Usne tongue bahar nikali. Maine zor se jhad diya – garam cum muh mein, gaalon pe. Mom ne sab swallow kiya, phir haanfte hue boli, “Aahhh… kitna garam… tasty beta… papa ko kabhi aisa nahi…”
Hum dono gir pade, paseene aur thakan se. Mom ne mujhe tight pakda, aankhein aansuon se bhari. “Beta… ye bahut galat tha… dard hua… lekin mom ko itna mazaa aaya… itne saalon se akeli thi… ab tu hai toh jeene ka mann kar raha hai.”
Maine uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Mom… jab papa door honge, hum saath honge. Dard bhi, mazaa bhi – sab saath.”
Usne haan kaha, aur hum so gaye, ek dusre ko pakad ke.
Ab har shaam jab woh kehti hai, “Beta… massage chahiye…” toh hum dono jaante hain – ye massage nahi, ek chhupa hua, dard bhara, mazedaar rishta hai. Galat hai, lekin dil ko sahi lagta hai.
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