Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

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CHAPTER 7


Meri mom pehli baar kisi aur mard ke saath sex chat kar rahi hai,
aur woh mard hai Uncle Dhruv.




Agla din jab hum ghar wapas aaye to shuru mein sab kuchh ajeeb tarah se normal laga,
 jaise Dhruv ke saath trip sirf ek achha sapna tha. 

Ghar mein taza roti aur chai ki khushboo thi, subah ki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi 
thi aur hamare purane ,,., ke jaaye par pad rahi thi. Lekin main behtar jaanta tha. 
Cheezein badalne lagi thi, sirf main hi dekh sakta tha. 

Ammi subah jaldi uthi thi, jaise hamesha, aur seedha un bags ke paas gayi jo resort se 
laaye the. Main apne kamre mein tha, phone scroll karne ka natak kar raha tha, asal 
mein main us chhoti si darar se dekh raha tha jo maine saal pehle deewar mein banayi
 thi — jisse main chupke se usko kapde badalte dekh sakta tha. 

Usne raat ko mujhe bataya tha ki woh Dhruv ke kharide saare kapde jalaa degi kyonki 
woh doosre mard ke diye the aur ek shadi-shuda _ aurat ke liye yeh sahi nahi
 tha. 

Lekin usne unhe nahi jalaya. Ulta usne sab kuchh bistar par phela diya jaise khazane: 
naram pastel rang ke dresses, nazuk sone ki chainen, aur khas kar woh erotic underwear 
ke packets — kaali, laal aur halke pink rang ki lacy panties aur bras jo pehle uske paas
 kabhi nahi the, bahut zyada khulne wale. 

Woh ek ek karke uthati, ungliyon se naram kapde ko chhoote, ek khas sexy kaali lace 
wali pair ko roshni mein utha kar dekhti jaise yakeen nahi ho raha ki yeh kitna sundar 
hai. 

Maine dekha usne apni simple nightie utari. Uska bhara hua jism saamne aaya — woh 
bhari bhari choochiyan hilti hui azad hui, kaale nipples thode sakht subah ki thandi 
hawa se, patli kamar se phailti hui chaudi bachche paida karne wali kamar, aur phir 
woh badi moti gaand jo jhuk kar nayi panty pehnte waqt zor se hil rahi thi. 

Kaali lace uski badi gaand par tight khinch gayi, patla kapda uski gaand ki darar mein 
gehra utar gaya, kuchh bhi chhupane ke liye kaafi nahi. 

Woh mirror ke saamne idhar udhar ghumi, dekh rahi thi ki panty se uski gaand kitni
 gol aur rasili lag rahi hai. Phir usne ek nayi dress try ki — halke peach rang ki jo uske
 curves par perfect chipak gayi, kapda uski badi choochiyon par tight aur har chhoti
 harkat se uski moti gaand hilati. 

Woh bahut sundar lag rahi thi, jaise koi rani jise uski khubsurati ke layak tohfe diye 
gaye hon. 

Ek aur cheez hui jisne mere shorts mein lund hilaya. Usne sirf try karke rakh nahi diya
. Usne thoda pose bhi kiya, peeche se mirror mein apni gaand dekh kar, dress ko moti 
gaand par smooth karte hue aur khud se chhoti si secret muskurahat di. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine Ammi ko khud ko aise chupke maza lete dekha, khas kar
 doosre mard ke diye kapdon mein. 

Baad mein jab woh kitchen mein aayi, main bada teasing muskurahat le kar uske 
peeche gaya. Main rok nahi saka. 

“Ammi… maine dekha tum Dhruv ke saare kapde try kar rahi thi. Kal tumne kaha
 tha jalaa dogi, yaad hai? Lekin abhi ek dress pehne ho. Kyon nahi jalaya, haan?”
 main halke se hasa, counter ke sahare tek lagate hue jab woh chai hila rahi thi. 

Ammi ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi, phir bewakoofi bhari hansi hasi, haath hilaati
 hui jaise kuchh bhi important nahi. 

“Oh beta, bewakoof mat bano. Main… maine socha itne achhe cheez jalana waste 
hoga. Khuda waste pasand nahi karta, jaante ho? Kapda achha quality ka hai aur rang
 itne sundar. Unhe barbaad karna gunah hoga jab koi use kar sakta hai. Bas yahi. Ab
 hasna band karo aur mujhe table lagane mein madad karo.” 

Main aur tease kiya, paas aate hue apni energy bhari muskurahat se. “Arre Ammi.
 Tumhe woh pasand aaye na? Khaskar woh lacy panties — erotic wale. Maine dekha 
tum mirror mein apni gaand check kar rahi thi. Woh doosre mard ke hain, phir bhi sab
 rakh liya aur try kiya jaise khaas hon. Qabool karo… tumhe pasand aaya kaise dikhti
 ho.” 





Uski gaal veil ke neeche pink ho gayi. Usne kitchen towel uthaya aur khelte hue mujhe
 maara. “Rizwan! Tum badmaash ladke, apni Ammi ko aise tease mat karo. Jaao warna 
main towel se bhagati hoon kitchen se!” 

Woh bhi hasi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek naughty chamak thi jab woh towel le kar mere
 peeche daudne ka natak kar rahi thi. Main bach gaya, dono has rahe the jaise bachpan
 mein, lekin main sach jaanta tha — usko kapde pasand the. 

Khaskar Dhruv ke diye erotic underwear. Dil ke andar kuchh usmein mehsoos kar raha
 tha ki woh chahti aur sundar mehsoos ho, jo Abbu ke simple tohfon se kabhi poora 
nahi hota tha. 

Breakfast ke turant baad ek aur cheez hui. Maine phone par chupke research kiya jab 
woh kitchen mein busy thi. Main samajhna chahta tha ki ek deendar shadi-shuda 
_ aurat jaise meri Ammi, jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, har jagah
 veil pehenti hai aur sirf apne shauhar ke saath rahi hai, doosre mardon se tohfe
 kyon qubool karti hai. 

Maine forum aur ---c advice sites par article padhe. Jo mila woh hairan karne wala 
tha lekin samajh mein bhi aata tha. Bahut scholars kehte hain ki holy books adultery 
aur beja milne se warn karte hain, lekin chhote respectful dost ke tohfe agar niyat
 saaf ho toh automatically haram nahi. 

Lekin gehre andar, auraton ke secret confession groups aur psychology threads mein
 mujhe kuchh aur mila: sabse strict auratein bhi kai saal shadi ke baad kabhi kabhi
 neglected ya anseen mehsoos karti hain. 

Ek shauhar jo Abbu ki tarah mehnat karta hai paisa aur security deta hai, lekin woh
 hamesha usko sundar ya exciting nahi banata. Jab doosra mard uske curves notice 
karta hai, uski parda ki tareef karta hai aur sundar cheezein deta hai, toh uske andar
 kuchh auratana aur bhookha jag jata hai — chahe woh ladti ho. 

Research kehte hain yeh natural hai ki aurat ka jism attention par react kare, khaskar
 jab uska shauhar lambi duty se thaka hota hai. Deendar auratein jaise Ammi khud ko
 convince karti hain ki yeh “sirf dosti” ya “bekhar khair” hai, lekin unka dil aur jism 
aur zyada chahta hai. 

Maine khud se muskuraya. Yeh sab kuchh explain kar deta tha. 

Usi subah thodi der baad Abbu Dubai se aa gaye. Humne taxi ki awaaz suni aur dono 
bahar daude unka swagat karne. Woh bahut thake hue dikhte the — chehra thaka, 
lambi construction duty se, aankhon ke neeche kaale ghare, kandhe thode jhuke. 

Kapde udaan se sikud gaye the, sirf chhota bag tha. “Assalamualaikum, mera parivaar,” 
woh kamzor lekin pyar se bole jab hum dono ko gale lagaya. “Alhamdulillah, akhirkaar 
ghar aa gaya. Kaam bahut hard tha, lekin tum dono ko bahut yaad kiya.” 

Humne unka garam swagat kiya. Ammi ne unko tight hug kiya, uski badi choochiyan 
unke seene se dab gayi, aur maathe par chumban kiya. “Naveed, tum bahut thake
 hue lag rahe ho jaan. Andar aao. Main subah se tumhari favourite biryani bana rahi
 hoon. Ab aaram karo — sab tayyar hai.” 

Abbu halke se muskuraye aur uske peeche kitchen mein gaye jab main unka bag 
andar laya. Ammi stove par thi, bade bartaan ko hila rahi thi, Dhruv ki nayi peach 
white silky dress uske curves par sundar chipki hui. 

Abbu uske peeche khade the, dheere baat kar rahe. “Dubai ka project achha gaya,
 Minal. Bachaye paise Rizwan ke padhai mein madad karenge aur shayad ghar thoda
 renovate bhi kar lenge. Tum dono ka resort trip kaisa tha? Maze kiye?” 

Ammi hilaati rahi, awaaz garam. “Achha tha, Naveed. Jo zarurat thi. Rizwan poora 
time bahut energetic tha — mujhe khushi hui.” 

Tab maine dekha. Ammi ka phone jo counter par chhod diya tha, notification se
 jagmagaya. 

Usne jaldi se dekha aur main turant samajh gaya ki Dhruv ka hai kyonki maine weeks
 pehle simple app se uska phone mere phone se secretly connect kar rakha tha. 

Har text jo usko aati thi, main real time mein apne screen par dekh leta tha. Usne
 phone casually uthaya, Abbu se chhupane ke liye thoda ghum kar, lekin main sab 
dekh raha tha. Woh message padh rahi thi jab rice check karne ka natak kar rahi thi. 

Mere phone par text aaya: “Good morning, beautiful queen. Hope tumhara shauhar 
safely pahunch gaya. Main sochta hi nahi ruk pa raha ki tum us yellow dress mein
 kitni stunning lag rahi thi last time.” 

Maine khud se muskuraya, secret thrill se. 






Ammi ka chehra Abbu ke saamne bilkul normal tha, lekin maine dekha uske haath mein
 chhoti si kaanp thi jab usne jaldi se chhota jawab type kiya aur phone kitchen drawer
 mein daal diya, thoda tez band kiya. 

Woh darr rahi thi ki kahin Abbu notice na kar le. Woh biryani ki taraf mud gayi, aur
 tez hilaane lagi, awaaz steady rakh kar Abbu ke trip ke sawaalon ka jawab deti rahi. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine Ammi ko apne shauhar ke saamne doosre mard ka message
 padhte dekha — aur usne bilkul pro ki tarah handle kiya, Abbu ko muskurati, uske 
thake mazak par hansati, sab normal karti hui jab uska dil shayad tez dhadak raha tha. 

Abbu ne nahi poocha ki kisne message kiya. Woh bas paas aaye, uski kamar se peeche
 se gale lagaya aur gardan par dheere chumban kiya. “Tumhe bahut yaad kiya jaan. 
Tum ghar jaisi khushboo aa rahi ho.” 

Ammi ek second ke liye us par jhuk gayi, lekin uski aankhein nervously drawer ki taraf 
gayi. 

Jab Abbu khana khane ke baad thoda sa walk karne bahar gaye taaki taangein stretch
 ho aur taza hawa le, Ammi darwaza band hone tak wait ki. 

Phir usne jaldi drawer khola, phone nikala aur Dhruv ka message phir se padha. Usne
 do baar padha, chhoti si secret muskurahat honthon par aayi phir usne khud ko rok
 liya aur sir hilaaya. 

Jawab dene se pehle usne yeh kiya: woh khidki ke paas gayi, bahar dekha ki Abbu
 sach mein gali mein door gaye hain, phir kitchen table par baith gayi aur lambi reply
 type ki, teen baar delete aur rewrite kiya jaise shabd lekar nervous ho. 

“Thank you, Dhruv bhai. Tumse sun kar achha laga. Mera shauhar ab ghar aa gaya,
 safe.” Usne bhej diya, phir poora chat thread notification se delete kar diya kahin 
safety ke liye. 

Ammi wahan lambi der sochti rahi. Uske chehre par dikhta tha — woh sach mein 
maanti thi ki Dhruv sirf dost hai, ek achha aadmi jo trip ke dauran nice tha. 

Lekin usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh Abbu se messages kyon chhupa rahi hai. 
Kyon chat delete kiya? Kyon uska naam aane par pet mein halki si hilti mehsoos 
hoti hai? 

Woh khud se fisfisayi, hallway se mujhe mushkil se sunai di, “Yeh sirf dosti hai… 
kuchh galat nahi. Main aise kyon behave kar rahi hoon?” 

Usse related ek aur cheez yeh thi ki usne Dhruv ki kharidi sone ki chain ko chhua jo 
veil ke neeche pehni thi, ungliyon se usko sehlaati jaise usse sukoon mil raha ho. 

Baad mein jab Abbu glass paani lene kitchen mein wapas aaye, Ammi chaunk gayi
 aur jaldi phone drawer mein daal diya. Jaldi mein uski kohni se ek glass gir gaya. 

Woh zor se toot gaya, tukde har taraf bikhar gaye. 

“Oh Khuda!” Ammi saans rok kar boli, jhuk kar tukde uthane lagi. 

Abbu jaldi aaye, chinta se. “Minal, theek ho? Kahin cut to nahi hua? Idhar, main 
madad karta hoon.” 

Woh khadi hui, haath jhaadti hui. 

“Main theek hoon, Naveed. Bas… chaunk gayi thi. Glass slip ho gaya. Kuchh nahi.
 Main saaf kar lungi.” 

Abbu ne uske saath tukde saaf kiye, dheere baat karte hue. 

“Aaj tum thodi distracted lag rahi ho jaan. Sab theek hai? Trip ne tumhe bhi
 thaka diya hoga.” 

Ammi muskurayi, lekin majboori se. “Ab sab perfect hai jab tum ghar aa gaye.
 Mujhe lekar fikar mat karo.” 

Main hallway mein khada pura scene dekh raha tha aur ek ajeeb khayal aaya. 

Toota glass jaise ek nishani tha, jaise unki perfect shadi mein chhoti si darar jo 
ek din badi hoti jayegi jab tak sab kuchh toot na jaye. 

Creative lagta tha, lekin maine socha zameen par bikhere tukde chhote warnings
 hain: ek din Ammi ke secret texts, uski chhupi muskurahaten aur doosre mard 
ke tohfe unke rishte ko isi tarah tod sakte hain jaise yeh glass aasani se toot gaya. 

Maine soch door kar di, lekin woh mere andar reh gaya. 

Us raat, jab Abbu aaram kar chuke, Ammi aur Abbu ne apne bedroom mein chudai ki
. Woh bilkul normal, simple shadi-shuda sex thi — jaisa hamesha hota tha. Main 
patli deewaron se sab sun raha tha. 







Abbu uske upar missionary position mein chadh gaye, unka jism uski moti taangon
 ke beech dheere dheere hil raha tha. Ammi dheemi awaaz se karah rahi thi, uski 
taangein uske ird-gird lapeti hui, uski moti gaand har dhakke ke saath thodi si hil 
rahi thi. 

Abbu ka lund chhota tha — average se bhi kam — lekin Ammi ko uska woh chhota
 lund bahut pasand tha. Usne saalon mein kai baar unhe bataya tha ki woh unke
 andar bilkul perfect lagta hai, surakshit aur gehra rishta jaisa, jaise sirf uske jism 
ke liye bana ho. 

Lekin unki chudai hamesha bore karne wali hoti thi. 

Kabhi dard nahi hota, kabhi zyada stretch nahi hota, aur woh khushi ko aasani se 
control kar sakti thi. 

Usse unki naram aur pyar bhari harkatein pasand thi, jab woh sirf kuchh minute 
baad uske andar apna doodh chhodte hue dheere se kehte the — “Main tumse pyar 
karta hoon, Minal.” 

Dono chupke se khatam hote the, phir ek doosre ki baahon mein so jaate the, Abbu
 uske bhari choochiyon par dheere dheere kharrate lete hue. 

Kuchh din baad ek raat, jab Abbu Ammi ke paas hi so chuke the, mera phone Dhruv
 ke message se jagmagaya. Raat bahut der ho chuki thi, ghar andhera aur khamosh 
tha. 

Dhruv: “Beta, kya tumhara abbu ab so gaya hai? Main aaj raat tumhari Ammi ko 
message karna chahta hoon. Batao woh free hai kya.” 

Main chupke se utha, unke bedroom ke darwaze tak gaya aur jhaanka. Ammi pet ke 
bal soyi hui thi, uski badi gaand patli chadar ke neeche ubhari hui, Abbu uske paas 
simat kar so rahe the. Maine jawab diya: “Haan uncle Dhruv. Abbu gehri neend mein
 hain aur Ammi bhi soyi hui hai. Woh unke bilkul paas hi hai.” 

Dhruv ne turant jawab diya: “Achha. Aaj raat main usko sahi se behkana shuru karta
 hoon. Dekhna kya hota hai beta. Main usko uske shauhar ke saath sote hue bhi mujhe
 chaahne pe majboor kar dunga.” 

Hum thodi der tak message karte rahe. Woh confident tareeke se bada raha tha:
 “Main yeh pehle bhi kar chuka hoon. Tumhari Ammi deendar hai, lekin main jaanta 
hoon sirf shabdon se uski chut geeli kaise karni hai. Woh mera naam dekh kar 
muskurati hai. Main kamyab ho jaunga, bharosa rakho. Hafte ke end tak woh mujhe
 us moti gaand ki photos bhejegi jo maine uske liye panty kharidi hai.” 

Maine muskurate hue type kiya: “Shubhkaamnaayein uncle Dhruv. Mujhe vishwas hai. 
Shuru kar do.” 

Us raat mera lund pajame mein paththar ki tarah sakht ho gaya sirf is baat se soch 
kar — Ammi ko kisi aur mard, ek mazboot aur himmat wale ***** mard ke behkaane
 ka khayal, jab Abbu uske paas hi sukoon se so rahe the, bilkul be-khabar. 

Maine phone on kiya, linked chat khola aur intezaar karne laga. Kyonki Ammi ko
 nahi pata tha ki maine uska phone mere phone se jod rakha tha, main har message
 real time mein padh sakta tha, poora chat history bhi. 

(Main apne bistar par andhere mein leta hoon, phone ki brightness bilkul kam. 
Ammi ka WhatsApp mere phone par mirror ho raha hai family sharing setting ki 
wajah se. Unke bedroom ke thode khule darwaze se main unki silhouette dekh
 sakta hoon. Abbu zor zor se kharraate le rahe hain uske paas. Woh gehri neend 
mein thi jab uska phone jagmagaya. Woh dheere se uthi, aankhein malti hai aur
 chat kholti hai.) 

Dhruv: Minal ji, maaf karna agar maine aapko jaga diya. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.
 Bas aapko hi bolna tha. Umeed hai ghar pahunch gayi safely. 

Ammi: (woh message ko kuchh second tak dekhti hai, Abbu ke kharrate dekh kar
 phir type karti hai) Hello Dhruv. Haan hum safely pahunch gaye. Bahut der ho gayi
 hai… is waqt message kyon kar rahe ho? 

Dhruv: Haha, jaanta tha aap yeh poochhengi. Poore trip ke baare mein soch raha 
tha aur achanak aapki yaad aa gayi. Baat karne ka man kiya. Aapko bura to nahi 
lag raha na? 

Ammi: (woh saans chhodti hai, phir Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai aur jawab deti hai) 
Humne to airport par hi alvida keh diya tha. Sab theek hai. Aapko sona chahiye. 

Dhruv: Koshish ki thi. Lekin har baar aankhein band karte hi aap us dark blue kurta
 mein dikhti ho jo maine aapke liye kharida tha. Waise… agar aapko lagta hai 
bahut der ho gayi to aapne itni jaldi jawab kyon diya? ? 

Ammi: (uske honthon par chhoti si muskurahat ek second ke liye aati hai phir chhup
 jaati hai. Woh Abbu ke kharrate dekhti hai aur type karti hai) Main aapke message
 ki wajah se already jaag rahi thi. Isliye. 

Dhruv: Dekha? Aap bhi jaag rahi hain. Taqdeer. Bataiye, kya aapne naye kapde try
 kiye? Khaas kar woh khushboo jo maine chuni thi? 

Ammi: (woh bechain hokar hilti hai, Abbu ko dekhti hai phir phone par) Kapde 
abhi bag mein hain. Maine unko sahi se khola nahi. 

Dhruv: Arre jhooth mat bolo Minal. Mainne aapka chehra dekha tha dukaan mein
 jab aap try kar rahi thi. Aapko pasand aaye the. Khaas kar woh naram wale. 






Ammi: (thodi sakhti se lekin shalintaa se) Dhruv please. Abhi 2 baje hain. Main is
 waqt kisi se baat nahi karti, khaas kar aise. Hum sirf hotel ke dost hain, usse zyada 
kuchh nahi. 

Dhruv: Bilkul, sirf dost. Isliye main apne dost ko message kar raha hoon. Isme galat 
kya hai. Aapka shauhar so raha hai na? Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. 

Ammi: (woh jaldi se Abbu ke kharrate wale chehre ko dekhti hai phir jawab deti hai)
 Haan woh so rahe hain. Lekin phir bhi… 

Dhruv: Achha. To sach sach batao — kya woh panty jo maine kharidi thi aapko fit
 aayi? Maine size carefully chuni thi ? 

Ammi: (uski aankhein phail jaati hain. Woh message ko lagbhag dus second tak 
dekhti hai phir type karti hai) Dhruv, mujhe aise gifts pasand nahi. Yeh bahut 
personal hain. 

Dhruv: Sawal se bhaagne ki koshish mat karo. Fit aayi ya nahi? Sach batao. Aap 
badi aurat ho. 

Ammi: (woh ek minute tak jawab nahi deti. Main dekhta hoon woh apna honth 
kaat rahi hai. Abbu zor se kharrate hain. Woh akhirkaar type karti hai) Main doosre
 mardon se aise baat nahi karti. Yeh sahi nahi hai. Main ek shadi shuda aurat hoon
 aur achhi _ hoon. 

Dhruv: To phir aap 2 baje raat ko mere saath chat kyon kar rahi hain? Aap phone 
silent kar sakti thi. Lekin aapne nahi kiya. 

Ammi: (woh padhti hai, Abbu ko phir dekhti hai aur jawab deti hai) Mujhe nahi 
pata… maine sirf ek baar jawab diya aur ab baat chalti ja rahi hai. 

Dhruv: Kyonki dil ke andar aapko yeh dhyan pasand hai. Qabool karo. Aapka jism 
itna sundar aur bhara hua hai Minal. Woh bade choochiyan aur woh gol gaand… 
main poore picnic mein unhe dekhne se khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha. 

Ammi: (uske gaal laal ho jaate hain. Woh jaldi type karti hai) Dhruv please… main
 apne jism ke baare mein aise baat nahi kar sakti. Bas karo. 

Dhruv: Kyon nahi? Sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Batao — jab aap naye kapde pehenti
 ho to kya woh aapke curves ko achhe se jakadte hain? Aapke choochiyan itne 
bhare aur naram lagte hain. Aur woh gaand… bhagwan, jab aap chalti ho to
 woh kitni perfectly hilti hai. 

Ammi: (shalintaa se lekin mazbooti se) Main in baaton ke baare mein nahi bol 
sakti. Please topic badlo. 

Dhruv: Arre Minal. Sharm mat karo. Aapka jism har mard ke khwab jaisa hai. 
Sirf ek baat batao — kya aap jaanti ho ki aap kitni sexy ho? 

Ammi: (woh screen ko dekhti hai, phir akhirkaar jawab deti hai) Yeh jism mujhe
 kudrat ne diya hai. Maine kuchh kiya nahi. Ab batao, aapki wapas flight kaisi thi? 

(Woh jaldi se doosra sawal poochh kar baat badalne ki koshish karti hai. Main
 dekhta hoon woh Abbu ke kharrate wale chehre ko phir dekhti hai, aankhon
 mein gunah mehsoos hota hai.) 

Dhruv: Flight theek thi. Lekin poore waqt sirf aapke baare mein soch raha tha. 
Mujhe abhi se aapki yaad aa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (uljhan mein, bachate hue) Yaad aa rahi hai? Hum sirf kuchh din pehle 
mile the. Hum sirf dost hain. 

Dhruv: Dost ek doosre ki yaad kar sakte hain. Khaas kar jab ek itni sundar ho jitni
 aap ho. 

Ammi: (woh type karti hai, phir delete karti hai, phir phir type karti hai) Dhruv,
 mujhe lag raha hai main is waqt aap se baat karke gunah kar rahi hoon. Mera 
shauhar mere bilkul paas so raha hai. 

Dhruv: Kisi dost se baat karna gunah nahi hai. Aapka shauhar to aksar Dubai mein 
rehta hai. Aapko bhi kuchh khushi milni chahiye. 

Ammi: (woh Abbu ko lambe waqt tak dekhti hai phir jawab deti hai) Phir bhi… 
yeh galat lagta hai. 

Dhruv: Relax karo Minal. Main aapko kuchh bura karne ko nahi keh raha. Mujhe
 sirf aap pasand ho. Bahut. Green park mein picnic ke waqt main aapke 
choochiyon aur badi gaand ko har baar dekhe bina nahi reh pa raha tha jab
 aap phool todne ke liye jhukti thi ya aage chalti thi. Aapko pata nahi kitna 
mushkil tha mere liye khud ko control karna. 

Ammi: (uski aankhein shock se phail jaati hain. Woh message ko dekhti hai. 
Main saaf dekh sakta hoon uske honthon par chhoti si, bahut chhoti muskurahat 
ek aadhe second ke liye aati hai phir woh usko control kar leti hai) Dhruv please 
aisi baatein mat kaho. Aap mujhe aise nahi dekh sakte. Main ek shadi shuda aurat 
hoon. 

Dhruv: Main khud ko rok nahi paata. Main aapke liye lust karta hoon Minal. 
Sach mein. Lekin fikar mat karo — main kabhi zabardasti nahi karunga. Bas
 aapko apne dil ki baat batani thi. 

Ammi: (woh jawab nahi deti. Woh sirf screen ko dekhti hai, saansein thodi tez
 ho gayi hain. Abbu phir zor se kharrate hain. Woh usko dekhti hai phir phone 
ki taraf.) 

Dhruv: Aap abhi bhi wahan ho? 

Dhruv: Minal? 

Dhruv: Jaanta hoon yeh achanak hai, lekin mujhe aapko batana tha. Jab chahein
 jawab dena. Main kahin nahi ja raha. 

Dhruv: Waise, kya aapko woh khushboo sach mein pasand aayi? Dukan mein aap 
par bahut achhi lag rahi thi. 

(Ammi naye messages padhti hai lekin type nahi karti. Woh phone ko kuchh
 second ke liye muh ke bal bistar par rakh deti hai, Abbu ko dekhti hai, phir 
phone utha kar phir se padhti hai… lekin abhi bhi jawab nahi deti. Main andhere
 se usko dekhta rehta hoon. Woh chat par chup rehti hai jab Dhruv intezaar 
kar raha hai.) 

Dhruv: Minal, aap phir se chup ho gayi. Sab theek hai? Main bas us park ko yaad
 kar raha tha jab hum sab saath gaye the. Suraj ki roshni aap par kaise pad rahi 
thi… usne sab kuchh aur behtar bana diya tha. 

Ammi: (woh padhti hai, neeche ka honth kaat ti hai, Abbu ke kharrate wale 
chehre ko dekhti hai phir dheere dheere type karti hai) Haan, park bahut achha 
tha. Mausam suhana tha. 

Dhruv: Suhana isliye tha kyonki aap wahan thi. Batao, kya aap kabhi us din ke
 baare mein sochti ho? Jaise hum saath chalte the aur baat karte the… yeh sab 
itna natural lag raha tha. 

Mom: Aaj bahut achha din tha. Rizwan ko bahut maza aaya. 

Dhruv: Aur tumhe? Sach sach batao. Kya tumhe bhi thoda sa maza aaya? Main 
baar baar soch raha hoon tum naye kapdon mein kitni khubsurat aur shaan se 
dikhti thi. Woh khushboo jo maine chuni thi… kya abhi bhi tumhari chamdi par 
mehsoos ho rahi hai? 

Mom: (woh apni kalaai ko anjaan mein soonghti hai, phir jawab deti hai) 
Khushboo bahut tez hai. Maine abhi zyada istemal nahi kiya. 

Dhruv: Zaroor istemal karo. Woh tum par bilkul fit baithti hai. Naram, 
shaandaar, bilkul tumhari tarah. Waise tumhara shauhar kaise so raha hai? 
Abhi bhi zor zor se kharrate le raha hai? 

Mom: (Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai, jo zor se kharrate le raha tha) Haan, woh 
gehri neend mein hai. 

Dhruv: Kismat wala aadmi. Agar main uski jagah hota to itni khubsurat aurat
 ke paas so nahi paata. ? Waise ek baat batao — ghar par kya tumne un
 dresson ko sahi se try kiya? Mujhe bahut curious hai woh kaise fit hue. 

Mom: Abhi nahi. Woh abhi bhi packed hain. 

Dhruv: Arre Minal, hamesha packed mat rakho. Maine woh sirf tumhare liye
 kharide the. Bas ek photo? Mujhe dekhna hai woh purple-pink dress tum par
 kaisa lagta hai. Sirf agar tumhe comfortable lage. Dost ke taur par, kuchh 
aur nahi. 

Mom: (uski aankhein shock se phail gayi. Woh screen ko lagbhag pandrah 
second tak dekhti rahi. Uske gaal gulabi ho gaye. Woh type karti hai, do baar
 delete karke bhejti hai) Selfies? Abhi? Is waqt? Dhruv, yeh theek nahi hai. 

(Exactly isi pal mere phone mein alag se vibration aayi. Dhruv ka private 
message tha. Usne apna photo bheja — uska mota, mota lund, poora sakht, 
nasen ubhari hui, sir chamak raha tha. Woh clearly Mom se baat karte hue 
mutth maar raha tha. Caption tha “Tumhari Ammi ke baare mein soch kar 
ruk nahi pa raha… dekho woh mujhe kitna sakht kar deti hai.” Uska lund
 bahut bada tha, maine jo bhi dekha usse kam se kam double. Main jaldi 
se band kar diya, dil tez dhadak raha tha.) 

Mom: (thodi naraz si lekin awaaz mein adaab rakhte hue) Dhruv, please. Main ek 
shadi shuda aurat hoon. Raat ke 2 baje aisi photos maangna theek nahi. Mujhe
 laga hum sirf dost hain. 

Dhruv: Hum sirf dost hi to hain, Minal. Isliye to maang raha hoon. Main sirf dekhna
 chahta hoon woh kapde jo maine tumhare liye time lagakar chune the, tum par 
kaise lagte hain. Kuchh ganda nahi. Sirf tareef. Shop mein jab tumne try kiye the 
tab tum kitni khush dikhti thi. Ek photo se kisi ko nuksaan nahi hoga. Tumhara 
shauhar wahan kharrate le raha hai — usko pata bhi nahi chalega. 

Mom: (uljhan mein, type karti aur delete karti) Lekin abhi kyon? Yeh galat lag 
raha hai. Main aisi aurat nahi hoon. 

Dhruv: Exactly isliye ki tum aisi aurat nahi ho. Isliye tum itni khaas ho. Main sirf 
apne dost ko mere diye gifts mein khubsurat dekhna chahta hoon. Ise thank you
 samjho. Photos bhej ke turant delete kar dena. Kisi ko kabhi pata nahi chalega.
 Please, Minal… mere liye? 

(Woh phir se Abbu ki taraf lambe waqt tak dekhti hai, chehre par poori sharminda.
 Uski ungliyan ruk rahi hain. Andar se ladai saaf dikhti hai — woh jaanti hai yeh 
line cross kar rahi hai lekin dheere dheere usmein phans rahi hai. Usse ehsaas 
nahi ki Dhruv kitni hoshiyari se “sirf dost” aur “sirf ek photo” ke jhatke se use
 behka raha hai.) 

Mom: Main… main nahi jaanti. Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Dhruv: Bilkul masoom hai. Sirf ek dress. Pehle woh purple-pink wala. Tum
usmein bahut shandaar dikho gi. Waada karta hoon aur kuchh nahi maangunga. 
Jaldi karo pehle shauhar uth na jaaye. 

Mom: (woh message ko dekhti rahi, saansein tez ho gayi. Lagbhag tees second
 chup rehne ke baad akhirkaar type kiya) Theek hai… sirf ek. Intezaar karo. 

(Mom bahut dheere aur chupke se bistar se uthi, mattress ko awaaz na ho isliye 
sambhal kar. Abbu zor zor se kharrate lete rahe. Woh paaon se bedroom se nikal
 kar attached chhote kamre mein gayi, darwaza lagbhag band kiya lekin ek chhoti
 si darar chhod di taaki Abbu ki awaaz sun sake. 

Main hallway se uski chhaya dekh
 sakta tha. Usne jaldi se nightie utari, phir bra aur panty bhi. Kuchh second mein 
woh bilkul nangi ho gayi — uske bade, bhari chooche azaad latak rahe the, chaudi 
kamar aur gol gaand poori tarah dikhai de rahi thi. Uska jism bilkul waisa tha jaise
 Dhruv ne kaha tha. Woh turant phone uthati hai, abhi bhi nangi, aur chat kholti hai.) 






Mom: Main abhi badal rahi hoon. Intezaar karo. 

Dhruv: Jaldi karo Minal… main wait kar raha hoon. Pehli photo bhejo. 

(Mom ne purple-pink dress pehna. Woh uske curves par bilkul chipak gaya. Woh mirror 
ke saamne khadi hui, poori length ki selfie li, mirror ke saamne khadi hokar, bina kisi
 filter ke bhej di.) 






Mom: [Photo bheji — purple-pink dress] 

Dhruv: HEY BHAGWAN… Minal!!! Tum bilkul shandaar lag rahi ho. Jis tarah yeh 
tumhare choochon ko jakad raha hai… fuck. Aur woh kamar… main describe bhi
 nahi kar sakta. Abhi tum mujhe maar rahi ho. 

Mom: (woh padhti hai, chehra saabit rakhti hai, koi badi reaction nahi. Sirf jawab
 deti hai) Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Shukriya? Bas itna? Khud ko dekho. Tumhara jism in kapdon ke liye bana hai.
 Jis tarah tumhari gaand dress ko bhar rahi hai… perfect. Ab woh red tight wala 
bhejo. Please. 

Mom: (woh jaldi se red tight dress mein badal leti hai. Yeh aur bhi zyada jism se 
chipka hua tha. Photo leti hai aur bhej deti hai. Ek pal ke liye maine dekha woh 
mirror mein khud ko dekh kar halka sa muskurayi phir phir se saabit ho gayi.) 





Mom: [Photo bheji — red tight dress] 

Dhruv: Minal… main sach mein bol nahi pa raha. Ismein tumhare chooche kitne 
bhare aur gol dikhte hain. Aur woh gaand… bhagwan, jis tarah kapda fail raha hai.
 Tumhe ehsaas bhi nahi kitna asar kar rahi ho mujh par abhi. 

Mom: (lagbhag ek minute tak koi jawab nahi. Woh abhi bhi red dress mein khadi
 thi.) 

Dhruv: Kyon jawab nahi? Kya maine kuchh galat bol diya? 

Mom: Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Haha, text mein bhi tum itni sharmili ho. Ab woh blue jeans aur white 
shirt. Main dekhna chahta hoon western kapdon mein tumhari curves kaisi dikhti 
hain. 

Mom: (woh phir badalti hai, blue jeans aur white shirt pehanti hai. Jeans uski 
badi gaand par tight thi. Photo leti aur bhej deti hai.) 





Mom: [Photo bheji — blue jeans + white shirt] 

Dhruv: Haan… haan… dekho woh kamar. Jeans tumhari gaand ko itna achhe se
 jakad rahi hai. Aur shirt choochon par tight hai. Tum devi ho, Minal. Sirf dekh 
kar main bahut sakht ho gaya hoon. 

Mom: (phir se saabit, koi badi reaction nahi) Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Ek aur — woh brown jeans aur shirt. Please. Aakhri. Inmein tum bahut 
garam lagti ho. 

Mom: (woh brown jeans aur shirt mein badal leti hai. Photo leti aur bhej deti
 hai.) 






Mom: [Photo bheji — brown jeans + shirt] 

Dhruv: Minal… har photo pehle se behtar hai. Tumhara jism paagal karne wala hai. Woh 
bade chooche, woh moti gaand, woh kamar ka curve… main poore time tumhe dekh kar 
apna haath chala raha tha. Mujh par bharosa karne ke liye shukriya. 

Mom: (abhi bhi brown outfit mein khadi, message padhti hai. Is baar koi jawab nahi. 
Woh sirf chup chaap screen dekhti rahi.) 

Dhruv: Phir se chup kyon? Sach sach batao — kya tumhe mere liye yeh pehen kar 
achha laga? 

Mom: (lambe pause ke baad) Main nahi jaanti kya kahoon. 

Dhruv: Kaho ki tum khud ko khubsurat mehsoos kar rahi thi. Kyonki tum ho. Aur ab
 main tumhare baare mein soch kar ruk nahi pa raha. Ek aur photo bina dupatta ke 
bhejo? Sirf mere liye? 

(Woh turant jawab nahi deti. Woh bedroom ki taraf dekhti hai jahan Abbu abhi bhi
 zor se kharrate le raha tha. Uska chehra andar ki ladai dikha raha tha — sharm,
 uljhan, aur thodi si khushi jo woh maan nahi rahi thi. 

Woh abhi bhi Dhruv ke naram 
behkaave mein thi, soch rahi thi yeh sirf masoom dosti hai jabki bilkul aisa nahi tha. 
Woh dheere dheere phir type karne lagti hai…) 

(Chat raat bhar chalta raha. Mom abhi bhi dressing room mein thi, phone haath mein, 
soch rahi thi sab delete kar de ya ek aur photo bhej de… jabki Dhruv uske jism ki
 tareef sabse seedhe lekin pyaare tareeke se karta ja raha tha.) 

Dhruv: Aramse karo, Minal. Main kahin nahi ja raha. Har dress mein tum kamal lag 
rahi ho. Tumhara shauhar bahut kismat wala hai… lekin usko ehsaas bhi nahi kya paas
 hai. Mujhe to hai. 


Mom bahut uljhi hui dikhti thi, woh apna maatha ragadne lagi. Jab woh maatha ragadti
 hai to yeh saaf sign hai ki woh pareshan hai, dimag mein bahut tez tez soch rahi hai 
ki jo woh kar rahi hai woh sahi hai ya galat. 

Mom: (akhirkaar jawab deti hai, text ki awaaz abhi bhi adaab wali) Dhruv, aaj raat
 ke liye yeh kaafi hai. Mujhe wapas bistar par jaana chahiye. 

Dhruv: Sirf ek aakhri baat pehle ki tum jao — batao kaunsa dress pehen kar tumhe 
sabse zyada sexy mehsoos hua? Sach batao. 

Mom: (lambe pause ke baad) Woh red wala… shayad 

 

[Raj_Rohan]

Really awesome.
Nowadays cuckson culture developing amoung towards generation.

Let's son organise some special events and make them to have a personal space.

[SachinNarvekar]

Very nice update

[Naruhina]

very good buildup slowly she is opening with sex chat

[Damian]

Bahut bahut shandaar, lajawab, mast aur exciting writings

[Lavoni]

Faadu aur ekdum dhamadar writing. bahut hi mast story.

[Phallus]

Very much interesting and incredibly pleasant writing.

[Mis Khan]

interesting update plz

https://xossipy.com/thread-72234.html

[Abyone0009]

Wow amazing yaar kamal

[Tasnova]

Lajawab.mast aur ekdum kamaal ka update.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 8


Hidden Desires


Ammi wahan khadi thi, apne phone ki halki roshni mein.
Woh akeli thi, woh halke orange silk shorts aur
matching silk night shirt mein badal chuki thi jo
pehle pehna tha.


Patla, resham jaisa kapda uske bhare jism par
bilkul chipka hua tha jaise doosri chamdi— woh bade
bhari choochiyan shirt ke aage ko khinch rahi thi,
uske choochiyon ke nok halke se dikhai de rahe the,
aur shorts uski moti raanon par upar chadhe hue the,
neeche ka hissa uski badi moti gaand ke neeche wale
hisse ko mushkil se cover kar raha tha.


Woh soch mein khoyi hui lag rahi thi, ek haath mein
phone tightly pakde hue aur doosra haath darwaze ke
frame par. Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya hua tha.


Us raat pehle, jab abbu uske paas gehri neend mein
so rahe the, Ammi Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi.
Usne usko woh selfies bheje the jo maine chupke se
uske unhi halke orange silk night shorts aur shirt
mein liye the— woh tasveerien jahan woh mirror ke
saamne masoomiyat se pose kar rahi thi jab maine
“galti se” usko naye gift try karne ko kaha tha.


Woh khud se dheemi awaaz mein fisfisayi, mushkil se
sunai de rahi thi, “Main kya kar rahi hoon… Naveed
yahin paas mein bacche ki tarah so raha hai, aur main
doosre mard ko tasveerien bhej rahi hoon. Yeh sahi
nahi. Main ek shadi shuda _ aurat hoon.



“Kyon kiya maine yeh? Woh selfies bhejna, Dhruv ko
turant jawab dena? Mujhe chup rehna chahiye tha.
Mujhe pata tha Naveed master bedroom mein so raha
hai, lekin main rok nahi payi. Mujhe kamre se nikalna
pada, chat ke dauran chupke se bahar jaana pada—
taaki woh mujhe na dekh le. Kya hoga agar usne
notice kiya? Kya hoga agar usne shak kar liya?


Aur Rizwan— mera beta. Kya hoga agar usko pata chal
gaya? Kya hoga agar usko already pata hai ki main
Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya woh naraaz hoga?
Kya woh mujhe dosh dega?


Us raat, kuchh minute pehle hi, maine woh tasveerien
bheji thi. Main khud ko bahut sundar aur zinda
mehsoos kar rahi thi. Dhruv ne mujhe khoobsurat kaha,
aur main uske shabd phir se padh rahi thi— “Tere bade
choochiyan aur teri badi gaand.” Kyon main baar baar
us baat ko soch rahi hoon? Mujhe nahi sochna chahiye.
Yeh harmless hai. Sirf baat cheet. Sirf khud ko achha
feel karne ka lamha.


(Uski ungliyan phone par aur tight ho gayi, dil zor
zor se dhadak raha tha)


Lekin agar kisi ne dekh liya to? Agar Rizwan ko pata
chal gaya ki main Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya
woh dukhi hoga? Kya Naveed dukhi hoga? Main Naveed se
pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa karti hoon. Lekin
mujhe yeh ajeeb kheench mehsoos hoti hai— dhyan aur
tareef ki bhook.


Kya main buri biwi hoon? Buri Ammi hoon? (Woh master
bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekhti hai jahan mere
abbu Naveed sukoon se so rahe hain)








Woh itna be-khabar hai, neend mein itna masoom. Aur
main yahan khadi hoon, gunah mehsoos karte hue aur
saath hi ghabrahat mehsoos karte hue. Kya maine hadd
paar kar li?


Kya jawab dena galat tha? Woh tasveerien bhejna galat
tha? (Uski awaaz aur dheemi, lagbhag fisfisahat)


Nahi, maine koi gunah nahi kiya. Yeh sirf dosti hai,
sirf kuchh harmless shabd. Lekin Rizwan ko pata
chalne ka khayal— kya hoga agar usne already samajh
liya ho?


Kya hoga agar usne mehsoos kiya ho ki kuchh galat
hai? (Woh phone ko aur tightly pakadti hai, dimag mein
toofan uth raha tha)


Main Naveed se pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa
karti hoon. Aur main khud par bhi bharosa karti hoon.
Dhruv sirf dost tha. Yeh— yeh shak ka lamha— guzar
jayega. Mujhe bas so jana chahiye. Naveed ke paas let
kar mujhe phir sukoon mil jayega.


(Woh gehri saans leti hai, khud se fisfisate hue)
Sirf ek pal ki pareshani. Kal naya din hai. Main
mazboot rahungi. Main is kamzori ke lamhe ko bhool
jaungi.



Woh dheere se master bedroom ki taraf laut gayi, silk
shorts ke karan uski badi moti gaand ke tukde har
kadam par thoda hil rahe the, aur chadar ke neeche
abbu ke paas let gayi, jo bilkul nahi hila. Usne
bilkul nahi jaana kya hua tha uske bilkul paas.


Agli subah, upar se sab kuchh normal lag raha tha.
Ammi hamesha Fajr ki ,,., ke turant baad nahati thi,
aur aaj bhi alag nahi tha. Main hallway mein sabr se
intezaar kar raha tha, dil zor se dhadak raha tha us
purani gandi uttejana se.


Maine Dhruv se waada kiya tha ki main usko taza
tasveerien bhejunga, aur mera dimag poora un
tasveeron ko chupke se lene par tha. Mera phone ready
tha, pocket mein chhupa hua, camera app pehle se
khula.


Woh abhi bhi soch mein thi, uski hare aankhein thodi
door lag rahi thi jab woh dheemi nasheed gun gunati
hui— shayad abhi bhi Dhruv ke raat ke message ko yaad
kar rahi thi.


Usne aur selfies maange the, aur usne unko bhej diya
jab abbu uske paas kharate le raha tha. Woh seedhe
bathroom ki taraf gayi, darwaza band kiya lekin poora
lock nahi kiya, jaise woh kabhi kabhi karti thi jab
sochti thi ghar mein akeli hai.


Maine kuchh second intezaar kiya, phir dheere se
thode khule darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur aisi jagah
khada hua jahan sab kuchh dekh sakta tha bina notice
kiye. Ammi ki peeth meri taraf thi jab woh mirror ke
saamne khadi thi.


Uski badi moti gaand seedhe meri taraf thi, halke
orange silk shorts ko hadd tak khinch rahi thi. Kapda
un bade gol gaand ke tukdon ke beech gehra dhansa hua
tha, har curve ko dikha raha tha aur shorts bilkul
paint ki tarah lag rahe the. Woh gaand ke tukde itne
bade aur bahar nikle hue the, naram lekin mazboot, us
perfect hilne ke saath jise main saalon se dekhta aa
raha tha.


Dhruv hairan reh jayega jab main yeh bhejunga— usne
mujhe pehle hi bata diya tha ki woh uske jism par
kitna obsessed hai, khas kar uski badi _ Ammi
wali gaand jo kisi bhi parde wale kapde mein poori
tarah chhup nahi sakti. Woh shayad in tasveeron ko
dekh kar apna lund ragad ragad kar laal kar dega.


Ammi ne shower on kiya, garam paani chalne laga. Usne
ungliyan silk shorts ke kamar band mein daali aur
dheere se moti raanon par neeche kheench di, thoda
aage jhuk kar.







“Fuck,” maine khud se fisfisaya, honth zor se kaat
te hue. Woh tha— uski badi moti gaand poori tarah
nangi, itni bhari aur bahar nikli hui, do perfect
bade gol tukde jo shorts se nikalte hi fail gaye.


Woh aur bhi badi lag rahi thi paas se, unke beech ka
gehra ched kaala aur bulane wala, chamdi chamakti hui.
Abbu kitne kismat wale the jo har raat yeh paate the,
maine socha, mera lund pajame mein sakht hone laga.
Woh gaand ke tukde halke se hil rahe the jab woh paani
ka temperature theek kar rahi thi, aur maine jaldi se
kuchh tasveerien click kar li, phone silent par.


Woh shower ke neeche chali gayi, paani uski peeth par
aur us badi gaand par beh raha tha. Usne sabun uthaya
aur jhaag banane lagi, safed jhaag uske kandhon par,
patli kamar par neeche, aur phir uski badi gaand ke
ched mein bhar gaya jab woh dono gaand ke beech saaf
kar rahi thi.







Shower chalta raha, bathroom mein bhaap bhar gayi, jab
woh wahi nasheed gun guna rahi thi, abhi bhi Dhruv ke
baare mein soch mein khoyi hui. Phir usne silk shirt
aur apna veil ek saath utara aur side mein phenk diya.
Woh paani ki taraf poori tarah ghumi, aur mujhe uske
aage ka perfect nazara mil gaya.


Uske bade choochiyan bilkul sundar the— bhari, gol,
aur naturally latke hue, kaale sakht choochiyon ke nok
jo paani se chamak rahe the. Woh halke se uchhal rahe
the jab woh un par sabun ragad rahi thi, jhaag uske
pet par aur raanon ke beech neeche gir raha tha.


Maine tezi se click kiya, har angle capture kiya. Ek
baar maine video par switch kar liya. Maine record
kiya jab woh thoda taangein faila kar neeche saaf kar
rahi thi. Tab maine pehli baar uski chut dekhi— bilkul
paas, asli, aur poori tarah nangi.


Woh thodi baal wali thi, halke kaale trimmed lekin
poore saaf na kiye hue baalon ka patch uske honthon
par, woh natural look jo usne zindagi bhar rakha tha
kyonki woh neeche kabhi zyada nahi saaf karti thi.
Paani aur sabun se baal chamak rahe the, aur uski chut
ke honth garam se bhare aur phule hue lag rahe the.


Maine carefully zoom kiya, record kiya jab woh apni
sabun wali ungliyan us par chala rahi thi, khud ko
achhe se saaf karte hue aur dheemi gun gunati hui. Ek
aur cheez maine notice ki ki jab woh khud ko chhoo
rahi thi to uski clit thodi si bahar jhank rahi thi—
kuchh aisa jo maine kabhi apni deendar Ammi par socha
bhi nahi tha.











Maine lagbhag poore do minute record kiya, phir uske
dhone ke aur kuchh tasveerien li jab sabun ka jhaag
uske choochiyon par aur us badi gaand par neeche gir
raha tha. Jab woh paani band kiya aur towel ki taraf
haath badhaya, main chupke se apne kamre ki taraf laut
gaya, dil tez dhadak raha tha.


Ussi din thodi der baad, jab Ammi kitchen mein abbu ke
saath busy thi, maine saari tasveerien aur video Dhruv
ko bhej di.


Main: Hey Dhruv bhai, shaam bakhair. Tu free hai?


Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Shaam bakhair yaar. Haan, ghar par
chill kar raha hoon. Kya scene hai?


Main: Main ne woh kiya jo humne subah baat ki thi. Main ne
Ammi ko chupke se nahaate hue record kiya. Tumhe kuchh
photos aur ek chhoti si video bhej di. Dekh li kya?


Dhruv: Fuck yes, main ne sab dekh liya. Tu paagal hai
bhai. Chat khola aur mera lund turant khada ho gaya.
Teri Ammi nangi itni garam hai. Woh bade rasile
choochiyan jab woh unko sabun laga rahi thi… aur woh
moti gol gaand jab woh jhuki. Bhagwan.


Main: Haha, mujhe pata tha tumhe pasand aayegi. Main ne
bathroom ke darwaze ke chhote se gap se li thi. Use
kuchh pata nahi tha. Video sirf 18 second ki hai lekin
usme woh saaf dikhti hai apne jism par haath pherte
hue.


Dhruv: Main abhi bhi usko loop mein dekh raha hoon. Dekh
woh bhari choochiyan kaise hil rahi hain. Uski
choochiyon ke nipples itne kaale aur bade hain. Main
abhi bhi apna lund zor zor se seh raha hoon teri Ammi
ke nange jism ko dekh kar. Sach mein, main abhi Minal
ke baare mein mutth maar raha hoon.


Main: Main bhi. Jab main record kar raha tha tab main
bahut garam ho gaya tha. Aaj main ne do baar mutth maari
hai soch kar ki tu usko chhoo raha hai. Soch raha tha
tere haath uske bade choochiyon ko nichod rahe hain jab
woh nangi khadi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck yes. Main un naram melon ko pakadna chahta
hoon bahut. Woh itne bhari aur bhare hue lagte hain.
Main uske nipples ko choosta rahunga jab tak woh karahne
na lage. Aur woh gaand… bhai, uski gaand bahut badi aur
gol hai. Main usko thappad maarna chahta hoon aur dekhna
chahta hoon woh kaise hilti hai jab main usko peeche se
chod raha hoon.


Main: Mujhe pata hai. Jab woh chalti hai to uski gaand
bahut achhe se hilti hai. Subah record karte waqt main
soch raha tha tu usko deewar se satakar, uski gardan par
chumban karte hue aur uske choochiyon ko zor se nichodte
hue. Main itni jaldi jhad gaya tha us baat ko soch kar.


Dhruv: Haha, tu bahut ganda ladka hai. Apni Ammi ki nangi
photos aur video mujhe bhej raha hai. Mujhe bahut pasand
hai. Uski chut ek photo mein bahut saaf aur rasili
dikhi jab usne taang uthayi thi. Kya usne recently shave
kiya hai?


Main: Haan, woh hamesha trimmed rakhti hai. Main ne tere
liye zoom kiya tha. Sach bata — ab tak uski photos dekh
kar tu kitni baar jhada hai?


Dhruv: Yeh mera doosra time hai. Pehli baar main uske
choochiyon ko dekh kar do minute mein hi jhad gaya tha.
Ab main edge kar raha hoon, video mein uski gaand dekh
kar. Teri Ammi ke paas perfect MILF jism hai. Curvy,
naram, aur chodne layak.


Main: Main ne mutth maari soch kar tu uske choochiyon ko
choos raha hai aur main dekh raha hoon. Ya tu uski chut
mein ungli kar raha hai jab woh pavitra aur sharmili
banne ki koshish kar rahi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck, yeh bahut garam baat hai. Main usko apna naam
bulwana chahta hoon jab main uski clit ke saath khel
raha hoon. Woh bahar se itni conservative dikhati hai
lekin uska jism gunah ke liye bana hai. Woh bade
choochiyon ko choosne ki zarurat hai aur woh rasili
jaanghon ko failane ki.


Main: Bilkul. Woh kehti rehti hai ki woh tere diye hue
kapde jalayegi lekin kal main ne dekha woh secretly naye
bra aur panty set ko mirror ke saamne try kar rahi thi.
Woh apne choochiyon ko khud chhoo rahi thi khud ko
dekhte hue.


Dhruv: Sach? Yeh achhi nishani hai. Woh dheere dheere khul
rahi hai. Waise Rizwan, mujhe madad karni padegi. Apni
Ammi par pressure daal ek aur picnic ke liye jaise pehle
wala. Sirf hum teeno. Usse keh ki main usse milna chahta
hoon apne agle trip se pehle. Baat masoom si rakhna.


Main: Fikr mat kar. Main usko convince kar lunga. Main
usse kahunga tu akela mehsoos kar raha hai aur uske liye
taaza hawa lena achha hoga. Pehle bhi usne maza liya tha
chahe woh dikhawa karti rahi.


Dhruv: Achha. Usse keh main achha khana aur gifts launga
phir se. Shayad kuchh aur kapde aur khushboo. Aur agar
woh picnic ke liye naye dress mein se ek pehen le to main
paagal ho jaunga.


Main: Main koshish karunga. Lekin tu jaanta hai woh kaisi
hai — pehle mana karegi aur sakht banegi. Phir dheere
dheere maan jayegi. Main usko push karta rahunga.


Dhruv: Yeh mera ladka. Jab bhi ho sake mujhe aur photos
aur video bhejte rehna. Khaas kar jab woh kapde badal
rahi ho ya naha rahi ho. Main teri Ammi ke nange jism ka
har inch dekhna chahta hoon.


Main: Theek hai. Main aur record karne ki koshish karunga.
Uski gaand aur bhi achhi lagti hai jab woh khud ko ponchh
rahi hoti hai. Agli baar main uske choochiyon ke bounce
ki closer video try karunga.


Dhruv: Perfect. Main abhi bhi video dekh kar sakht hoon.
Phir se jhadne wala hoon soch kar Minal ki badi gaand ko
nichodne aur un rasile choochiyon ko choosne ka. Shukriya
iske liye, Rizwan. Tu sabse best hai.


Main: Kabhi bhi bhai. Maza kar. Main kal subah Ammi se
picnic ke baare mein baat karunga aur tujhe bataunga.


Dhruv: Karna. Aur uske nudes mujhe feed karte rehna. Teri
garam Ammi ki main kabhi thak nahi sakta. Shubh raatri,
gande ladke ?


Main: Shubh raatri. Ammi ke baare mein mutth maarte hue
maza kar ?


Agli subah, pehli baar ek ajeeb naya ehsaas mujhe gher
liya. Main baar baar soch raha tha Ammi ko chodte hue —
sach mein chodte hue, zor se aur gehraai tak, Dhruv ke
mazboot mothe jism se. Pehle kabhi itna saaf khayal nahi
aaya tha.


Yeh galat lag raha tha kyonki woh meri paak, sakht imaan
wali Ammi thi, abbu se shadi shuda, jo sirf abbu ke saath
hi rahi thi.


Lekin kuchh ulta, uttejit tareeke se yeh sahi bhi lag
raha tha kyonki main ne dekha tha raat ko uski aankhein
phone par kitni der tak tikti hain, kaise usne woh photos
bheje the jab abbu uske paas hi so rahe the.


Ek hissa chahta tha ki woh akhirkaar khul jaye, saalon
tak sirf abbu ke saath modest aur farz nibhaate hue
chudai ke baad uski moti gaand kisi aur ke lund par
uchhalti dekhu. Yeh uljha hua tha, lekin woh uttejna
itni tez thi ki ignore nahi ki ja sakti thi.


Jald hi Dhruv hamare ilaake mein aa gaya. Usne hamare
ghar ke bajaye paas ke hotel mein kamra liya tha, sab
chhupakar. Agle kuchh dinon tak woh Ammi ko halki si
mohabbat bhari messages bhejta raha — sirf itna ki woh
utsaahit rahe.


Messages jaise “Ummid hai tera din tere jitna khoobsurat
hai” ya “Woh dresses mere dimag mein tujh par bilkul
perfect lag rahe the” ajeeb waqt par aate the. Ammi sakht
rahi, usko poora jawab nahi deti thi, sirf achhe se lekin
chhote jawab deti thi.


Phir bhi main samajh sakta tha woh is tawajjo se utsaahit
ho rahi thi — ab uska phone uske paas zyada rehta tha,
aur jab abbu na dekh rahe hote to woh zyada baar check
karti thi.


Dhruv ke aane ke agle din, main Ammi ko phir se convince
karne mein kaamyaab ho gaya ki hum teeno phir bahar
jaayein. Abbu ghar par tha lekin Dubai ke lambe
construction shifts ke baad aaram kar raha tha.


Ammi turant kitchen mein chai banate waqt shikayat karne
lagi. “Rizwan beta, tera abbu abhi ghar aaya hai. Ab
Dhruv ke saath bahar kyon jaayein? Yeh sahi nahi lagta.
Main shadi shuda aurat hoon, aur Naveed agle kamre mein
hai.”


Main ne jitne bhi naram tareeke soch sakta tha use use
kiya. Pehle main ne usse yaad dilaya ki trip par kitna
maza aaya tha aur Dhruv kitna madadgaar dost raha tha.
“Ammi, yeh sirf ek casual bahar jaana hai — uske gifts
ke shukriye ke liye. Abbu thake hue hain, woh din bhar
soenge. Hum kuchh chhupa nahi rahe.”


Phir main ne uski mehmaan-nawaazi ko appeal kiya. “Woh
itni door se hamare shehar aaya hai. Thoda ghumana to
banta hai. Tumne hamesha mujhe achhe tareeke sikhaye hain
na?”


Jab woh abhi bhi soch rahi thi, main ne jazbaati baat ki.
“Aur main tum dono ke saath waqt bitana bahut pasand
karta hoon. Abbu itne din door the, tumhe thoda relax
dekh kar mujhe khushi hoti hai. Sirf is baar, Ammi.
Please?”


Main ne awaaz naram aur khush rakhi, muskurata raha jab
tak woh saans chhod kar maan nahi gayi, chahe abhi bhi
anichchhuk thi. “Theek hai beta… lekin sirf isliye ki tu
itna zor de raha hai. Aur hum der tak bahar nahi
rahenge.”


Agli subah hum teeno bahar gaye. Ammi ne kaali hari abaya
aur uske saath matching veil pehna tha jo usko poora
cover karta tha lekin uske bhare hue jism ko chhupa nahi
pa raha tha.







Dhruv light blue shirt aur grey trousers mein bahut sharp
lag raha tha jo uske mothe aur mazboot jism ko dikha raha
tha. Main ne blue-white dhari wali shirt aur halki grey
khaki shorts pehni thi. Humne din ka maza liya — ek shaant
park mein gaye, ek saadhe cafe mein lunch kiya, aur chhote
bazaar mein ghume.


Ammi Dhruv ki kahaniyon par hans rahi thi, uski pehle
wali sakhti dheere dheere thodi naram pad rahi thi jaise
jaise ghante guzar rahe the. Sab kuchh natural lag raha
tha, jaise hum teeno dost hain, kuchh zyada complicated
nahi.


Us shaam ghar laut kar living room mein hum teeno dinner
kar rahe the — abbu, Ammi aur main. Mez par Ammi ka
swadisht ghar ka khana bhara tha, aur TV par halki si
--- lecture chal rahi thi. Lekin Ammi neeche mez par
chupke se messaging kar rahi thi, har kuchh minute mein
phone halke se vibrate kar raha tha.


Abbu thodi der baad notice kar ke dheere se bole, “Minal,
aaj raat tu bahut messaging kar rahi hai. Arre jaan,
theek se kha le. Jo bhi hai wait kar sakta hai. Hum itne
hafte baad family time kar rahe hain.”








Ammi ne jaldi se bahana banaya, masoom muskurahat ke
saath jab uski ungliyan abhi bhi screen par thi. “Bas
masjid group ki ek aunty hai, Naveed. Woh agle mahine
charity event plan kar rahi hain. Main ek minute mein
phone rakh dungi.”


Usne phone ko apni god mein rakh diya, lekin maine dekha
jab abbu nazar hatate hi usne phir se phone ki taraf
dekha. Main chupke se muskuraya, kyuki mujhe bilkul
pata tha woh asal mein kisko message kar rahi thi.


Us raat, Ammi ke bedroom mein, saaf dikhai de raha tha
ki woh Dhruv ka message ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Abbu
jaldi so chuke the, unki kharatein kamre mein goonj
rahi thi.


Ammi bistar ke apne taraf leti hui thi, raat ke kapdon
mein, aankhein khuli, chhat ko ghoor rahi thi.


Woh soyi nahi. Har kuchh minute mein woh phone check
karti, andhere mein screen uske chehre ko roshan kar
deta. Phir akhirkaar message aa gaya.


Woh almost uchal padi, bistar thoda hil gaya jab woh
thodi si uth baithi, uska dil tez dhadak raha hoga.
Dhruv ne usko message kiya.


Dhruv: Minal ji… aaj bahar aane ke liye bahut shukriya.
Har pal mujhe bahut acha laga. Tumne shaam ko itna khaas
bana diya.


Ammi: (woh message do baar padhti hai, abbu ki kharatein
bhari chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir dheere se type
karti hai) Shukriya Dhruv. Hum ghar pahunch gaye safely.
Bahut acha tha. Shubh raat.


Dhruv: Sirf acha? ? Maine dekha tum kitna muskurayi thi
jab hum fountain ke paas chal rahe the. Woh silk wala
gehra hari dress aaj raat tum par bilkul zabardast lag
raha tha. Woh tumhare jism se chipka hua… main aankhein
nahi hata pa raha tha.


Ammi: (uske gaal turant laal ho gaye. Woh jaldi se abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai jo abhi bhi zor se kharra raha tha,
phir jawab deti hai) Woh to normal dress tha. Kuchh khaas
nahi. Tum badha chadha kar bol rahe ho.


Dhruv: Normal? Minal, woh dress tumhari curves ke liye
bana tha. Jab tum chalti thi to silk kaise hilta tha…
woh shaandaar aur sexy dono tha. Tumhe ise aur zyada
pehanna chahiye.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Dhruv, please. Maine kabhi
bhi kisi doosre mard ke saath chalna nahi chahti thi jab
mera shauhar isi shehar mein ho. Poora waqt galat mehsoos
ho raha tha. Rizwan ne mujhe bahut pressure diya. Wohi
mujhe laane ke liye majboor kiya. Tum jaante ho main
Rizwan se kitna pyar karti hoon isliye mana nahi kar saki.


Dhruv: Haha, Rizwan acche ladke hain. Lekin mujhe khushi
hai usne pressure diya. Warna main tumhe us hari dress
mein dekhne se reh jaata. Ab hum close dost ban rahe
hain, Minal. Asli dost khul kar baat karte hain, chhote
chhote pal share karte hain, aur feelings chhupate nahi.
Kya tumhe bhi aisa lagta hai?


Ammi: (woh “dost” shabd ko bahut der tak dekhti hai, abbu
ki khush se soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai)
Dost… haan, shayad. Lekin phir bhi, yeh ajeeb lagta hai.


Dhruv: Ajeeb hona kabhi kabhi acha hota hai. Iska matlab
hai kuchh naya ho raha hai. Waise, aaj maine jo box diya
tha woh khola kya? Woh sone ka haar tumhari gardan par
soch kar bahut khoobsurat lag raha tha. Chhota pendant
bilkul tumhare… well, tum samajh gayi.


Ammi: (uski aankhein thodi si phail gayi. Woh bistar par
hilti hai, abbu ko soya hua dekh kar pakki karti hai,
phir jaldi type karti hai) Dhruv, main woh haar nahi rakh
sakti. Woh bahut mehnga hai. Aur bahut personal bhi. Main
shadi shuda aurat hoon. Log kya sochenge agar unhone dekha?


Dhruv: Koi nahi dekhega agar tum sirf tab pehno jab dil
kare. Yeh sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Woh haar tumhari
sundar chamdi ke liye bana hai. Please rakh lo. Tum par
bahut khoobsurat lagega. Maine sirf tumhare baare mein
soch kar chuna tha.





Ammi: (woh rukti hai, ungliyan keyboard par hover karti
hui. Woh phir se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Woh bahut sundar hai…
lekin mujhe sach mein nahi rakhna chahiye.


Dhruv: Minal, zindagi bahut chhoti hai. Tumhe sundar aur
kadra mehsoos karne ka haq hai. Bas qubool kar lo. Ek
baar mirror ke saamne pehan kar dekho aur batao kaisa
lagta hai. Bas yahi maangta hoon.


Ammi: (uske honthon par chhoti si, almost dikhai na dene
wali muskurahat aadhe second ke liye aati hai. Woh abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Theek hai… main
rakh lungi. Lekin sirf isliye kyuki tum itna zor de rahe
ho. Main ise bahar nahi pehenungi.


Dhruv: Yeh meri ladki! ? Dekha, ab tum behtar mehsoos kar
rahi ho. Ab sach sach batao — aaj jab tumne woh tight hari
dress pehna tha, kya thoda confident mehsoos nahi hua?
Woh tumhare shape ko kaise dikha raha tha… main har
second enjoy kar raha tha.


Ammi: (uska chehra thoda laal ho jata hai. Woh bistar mein
bhi dupatta theek karti hai phir type karti hai) Dhruv,
main ek deendar _ aurat hoon. Main apna shape
dikhane ke liye dress nahi pehenti. Woh dress sirf
comfortable thi. Mainne ise isliye pehna kyuki Rizwan ko
pasand tha. Main aisi baaton ke baare mein nahi sochti.


Dhruv: Comfortable? Minal, woh tumhare choochiyon aur kamar
ko perfectly chipak raha tha. Tum bahut graceful aur
auraton wali lag rahi thi. Apne jism mein sundar mehsoos
karne mein kuchh galat nahi. Ek deendar aurat bhi
attractive mehsoos kar sakti hai.


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, saansein thodi tez ho jati
hain, abbu ko gehri neend mein dekhti hai, phir jawab deti
hai) Please mere jism ke baare mein aise mat baat karo.
Yeh sahi nahi. Main shadi shuda hoon.


Dhruv: Main kuchh bura nahi bol raha. Main to sirf us
cheez ki tareef kar raha hoon jo Khuda ne diya hai — ek
pyari, bhari jism. Tumhe bhi iska maza lena chahiye. Khud
ke saath itna sakht mat bano.


Ammi: (woh lagbhag ek minute rukti hai) Bahut der ho gayi
hai. Ab mujhe sona chahiye. Mera shauhar yahin mere paas
hai.


Dhruv: Arre, itni jaldi mat so jao. Hum to sirf dost ki
tarah baat kar rahe hain. Thodi der aur ruko. Mujhe tumse
baat karna acha lagta hai.


Ammi: (woh dheemi saans chhodti hai) Mere soye hue shauhar
ke saath bistar par let kar tumse message karna galat
lagta hai. Ek shadi shuda aurat ko aisa nahi karna
chahiye.


Dhruv: Kyon galat hai? Tum kuchh bura nahi kar rahi. Sirf
baat kar rahi ho. Tera shauhar tum par poora bharosa
karta hai. Woh khush se kharra raha hai. Woh jaanta hai
tu achhi biwi hai. Raat ko thodi si dostana baat se kuchh
nahi badalta.


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Tum
mujhse kya chahte ho, Dhruv? Kyon itni raat ko mujhe
message kar rahe ho?


Dhruv: Main tumhari dosti chahta hoon. Tumhari muskurahat.
Tumhari sachchi baatein. Kuchh aur nahi… jab tak tum khud
zyada na chaho. Mujhe tum pasand ho, Minal. Yeh tum already
jaanti ho.


(Achanak abbu bistar par palat kar zor se Ammi ki taraf
mudte hue zor ki saans lete hain. Ammi sakht ho jati hai,
aankhein phail jati hain. Woh jaldi se phone ki brightness
kam karti hai aur saans rok leti hai. Abbu neend mein
kuchh budbudate hain lekin uthte nahi. Das second baad woh
thodi si relax hoti hai aur phone ki taraf dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Kyon reply band kar di? Sab theek hai?


Ammi: (woh tez type karti hai) Mera shauhar abhi bistar par
palata. Woh almost uthne wala tha. Ek second ke liye bahut
darr gayi.


Dhruv: Dekha? Woh bacche ki tarah so raha hai. Woh tum par
itna bharosa karta hai, Minal. Agar usko pata bhi chale ki
tum dost se baat kar rahi ho to woh bhi nahi mind karega.
Tum zyada soch rahi ho kyuki tum khud ke saath bahut sakht
ho.


Ammi: (woh abbu ke kharatein bhare chehre ko bahut der tak
dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Shayad main bahut sakht
hoon… mujhe nahi pata.


Dhruv: Bilkul. Tum shadi shuda _ aurat ho, haan.
Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki har chhoti khushi se khud ko
band kar lo. Tum hans sakti ho, sundar mehsoos kar sakti
ho, dost se baat kar sakti ho, achhe kapde pehan sakti ho,
chhota gift qubool kar sakti ho. Zindagi khatam nahi ho
jati. Khud ke saath itna sakht mat bano, Minal. Tumhe
zinda mehsoos karne ka haq hai.


Ammi: (woh lambi message ko dhyaan se padhti hai. Uski
ungliyan hover karti hain. Woh phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir dheere type karti hai) Kya tum aisa
sochte ho?


Dhruv: Main jaanta hoon. Aaj dekho — tum bahar gayi, woh
sundar hari dress pehni, haar qubool kiya, maine kabhi
itna muskurate nahi dekha. Tum khush lag rahi thi. Yeh
gunah nahi. Yeh to zinda rehna hai. Sabse deendar logon
ko bhi chhote chhote khushiyon ke pal chahiye.


Ammi: (woh turant jawab nahi deti. Woh phone neeche rakh
deti hai kuchh second ke liye, chhat ko dekhti hai, phir
phir utha leti hai) Maine is tarah kabhi nahi socha tha.


Dhruv: To aaj raat se aisa sochna shuru kar do. Tum abhi
bhi jawan ho, sundar ho, zindagi se bhari ho. Halaat ka
thoda maza lo. Main yahan tumhara dost hoon. Koi pressure
nahi, koi maang nahi. Sirf woh jo tumse baat karna aur
tumhe muskurana pasand karta hai.


Ammi: (padhte hue uske chehre par naram, sharmili si
muskurahat aati hai. Woh ek baar phir abbu ki khush se
soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Tum logon ko
convince karne mein bahut acche ho, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Sirf tab jab insaan convince karne layak ho. Aur
tum, Minal, bilkul layak ho. To… kya tum kabhi kabhi woh
haar pehna karogi? Sirf apne liye?


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, phir type karti hai) Shayad… kabhi
kabhi. Jab main akeli hoon.


Dhruv: Bas yahi sunna chahta tha. Thoda bharosa karne ke
liye shukriya. Ab batao — kya tumhe woh khushboo pasand
aayi jo maine tumhare liye chuni thi? Woh taaza chameli
jaisi?


Ammi: Haan… bahut achhi hai. Sone se pehle maine thodi si
apni kalaai par lagayi thi. Usne mujhe us park ki yaad
dila di jahan hum gaye the.


Dhruv: Dekha? Chhoti chhoti khushiyan. Bas yahi tumhare
liye chahta hoon. Rizwan bahut kismat wala hai jiski Ammi
tum ho, lekin main aur bhi kismat wala hoon kyuki ab mujhe
tum jaisa dost mila.


Ammi: (woh phir muskurati hai, abbu ki taraf dekhti hai,
phir jawab deti hai) Tum mujhe raat ke 11:30 baje bhi
sharma de rahe ho. Ab mujhe sach mein sona chahiye.


Dhruv: Ruko… sone se pehle, Minal… ek chhoti si guzarish?
Kya tum abhi ki ek photo mujhe bhej sakti ho? Bas aise hi
jaise tum bistar mein dikhti ho. Main tumhari chamdi night
light ke neeche dekhna chahta hoon. Kuchh bura nahi, bas
tum shaant dikhti hui. Please?


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, aankhein thodi si phail jati hain.
Woh jaldi se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir ek ungli se type karti hai phone ko
seene se chipkaye) Dhruv, kya bol rahe ho? Main aisi photo
nahi bhej sakti. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Kyon nahi? Tum itni sundar lagti ho jab relax hoti
ho. Main soch raha hoon tum us sleeveless laal nightdress
mein jo tumne bataya tha kabhi kabhi pehanti ho. Sirf ek
photo kandhe ya baahon ki… tumhari naram chamdi. Isse
mujhe bhi neend aa jayegi.


Ammi: (uske pet mein halki si hilti mehsoos hoti hai. Woh
kambal ke neeche hilti hai, pakki karti hai ki sab cover
hai. Abbu ek baar zor se kharra raha. Woh jawab deti hai)
Main aaj raat woh laal wali pehni hui hoon, haan. Woh
sleeveless hai. Lekin main koi photo nahi bhej sakti.
Please samajh lo.


Dhruv: Sleeveless laal… Khuda, woh tumhari gori chamdi par
kitna zabardast lagega. Jab tum uth baithti ho to kya woh
tumhari raanon tak pahunch jata hai? Sach sach batao. Aur
ek chhoti photo kyon nahi bhej sakti? Kal raat ki tarah
doosre kamre mein chali jao. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega.


Ammi: (turant woh beech mein type karna band kar deti hai,
jo likha tha delete kar deti hai, aur pachaas second tak
deewar ko dekhti hai. Woh mehsoos karti hai direction galat
ho rahi hai. Woh phir type karti hai) Nahi. Main kahin nahi
ja rahi. Yeh already bahut zyada ho gaya hai. Mujhe sona
chahiye.


Dhruv: Arre Minal. Ab mat ruk jao. Hum itni achhi baat kar
rahe the. Bas batao — kya woh laal nightdress jab tum
hilti ho to tumhari raanon par chadh jati hai? Main sochta
hoon woh tumhari taangon par kitni naram lagegi.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, message ko do baar
padhti hai. Uska khali haath anjaan mein god par kambal
theek karta hai. Abbu neend mein thoda palat ta hai. Woh
jawab deti hai) Woh… jab main baithti hoon to thoda raanon
tak chadh jata hai. Lekin Dhruv, please photo maangna band
karo. Main apne soye hue shauhar ke paas leti hui shadi
shuda aurat hoon. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Sahi hona kabhi kabhi boring hota hai. Tumhe mehsoos
karne ka haq hai ki koi tumhe chahta hai. Do minute ke
liye doosre kamre mein jao, kandhe ya collarbone ki ek
masoom photo click kar lo. Main waada karta hoon aaj raat
aur nahi maangunga.


Ammi: (woh sir hilaati hai bhale hi woh dekh nahi sakta.
Woh abbu ki shaant kharatein bhari surat dekhti hai,
aankhon mein gunah ki chamak. Woh type karti hai) Main
politely inkaar karti hoon. Main aisa nahi karungi. Shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Theek hai theek hai, photo ke liye force nahi
karunga. Lekin kam se kam batao — us laal nightdress ke
neeche tum kaisa underwear pehni hui ho? Kya woh bhi laal
hai? Ya kuchh simple?


Ammi: (uska chehra halki narazgi se laal ho jata hai. Woh
ek second ke liye seedhi baith jati hai, phir peeche let
jati hai. Woh tez type karti hai) Dhruv, yeh bahut
personal baat hai. Ab mujhe thodi si burai mehsoos ho rahi
hai. Hum is tarah ki baat band kar den.



Dhruv: Arre, naraaz mat ho, sundar. Main to bas apni
nayi close friend ko chhed raha tha. Theek hai… agar
tum koi photo nahi bhejna chahti, to main hi kuchh
bhej deta hoon. Aisa kuchh jo aaj raat tumhe neend
nahi aane dega… aur aage se har baar aankh band
karte hi tumhe mera khayal aayega. ?


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, bhawen upar uthi hui,
anjaan utsaukta se. Sir thoda tedha karti hai, phone
ki roshni uski aankhon mein chamak rahi hai. Abbu
kharate le rahe hain. Woh type karti hai) Kya matlab?
Tum kya bhejoge?


Dhruv: Bahut khaas cheez. Kuchh bada aur asli. Woh
cheez jo meri hai aur poora din tumhara khayal kar
rahi thi. Agar tum chhoti si photo nahi bheji to main
yeh bhej dunga. Lekin chetavni deta hoon… ek baar dekh
liya to aasani se bhool nahi paogi. Phir bhi bhej
doon?


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, chhoti si uljhi hui
muskurahat banati hai. Woh sochti hai woh mazak kar
raha hai. Jawab deti hai) Tum mere saath khel rahe ho.
Mujhe yakeen nahi. Shubh raat, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Main mazak nahi kar raha. Aakhri mauka. Ek
masoom photo bhejo warna main apna surprise bhej
dunga. Tumhari marzi.


Ammi: (woh thoda rukti hai, utsaukta jeet rahi hai.
Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir phone par. Type karti
hai) Main koi photo nahi bhej sakti. Maine kaha tha.
Please koi ajeeb cheez mat bhejna.


Dhruv: Theek hai phir… shubh raat, Minal. Achhi neend
lena. ?


(Ammi phone ko apne seene par rakh deti hai. Woh
lagbhag ek minute chhat ko dekhti rahi. Utsaukta usko
kha rahi thi. Woh neeche ka honth kaat ti hai, abbu ke
kharate lete hue chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir
paanch minute baad phone utha leti hai.)


Ammi: Dhruv? Woh “kuchh” kya tha jo tum bhejna
chahte the?


Dhruv: (woh jawab dene mein bahut waqt leta hai —
lagbhag do poore minute. Ammi baar baar chat refresh
karti rahi, bechain hoti ja rahi thi. Woh apni
nightdress ki pati thik karti hai jo thodi sarak
gayi thi.)


Ammi: (intezaar ke baad) Ho wahan? Ya so gaye?


Dhruv: Main yahan hoon. Maine kaha tha intezaar karo.
Woh cheez jo main bhejna chahta hoon pehle badi honi
chahiye. Abhi taiyar nahi hai. Ek minute do.


Ammi: (woh dheere se hans padti hai, muh dhak leti hai
taaki abbu na jaage. Type karti hai) Badi? Kis baare
mein baat kar rahe ho? Samajh nahi aa raha.


Dhruv: Woh cheez jo tumhare baare mein sochne par
badhti hai. Abhi hum baat kar rahe hain isliye woh aur
badi ho rahi hai. Isliye thoda waqt chahiye.


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, asli hansi nikal jaati hai.
Jaldi se muh phir dhak leti hai. Abbu kharate lete
rahe. Jawab deti hai) Ab to bahut shaitani kar rahe
ho. Lagta hai mujhe so jaana chahiye. Aaj raat ke liye
kaafi hai.


Dhruv: Abhi mat so jao. Maine chetavni di thi na? Agar
photo nahi bheji to main yeh badi cheez bhej dunga. Ab
bhi dekhna nahi chahti?


Ammi: (woh phir mazak samajh kar type karti hai) Achha,
ab samajh gayi tum sirf chhed rahe ho. Sach mein shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Main chhed nahi raha. Andaza lagao kya hai.
Chalo, guess karo. Hint dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah utsaukta mein phans gayi. Woh
thoda aur seedhi baithti hai, kambal upar kheenchti
hai. Type karti hai) Kya yeh gift hai? Ya tumne kuchh
khareeda uski photo?


Dhruv: Gift nahi. Meri hissa hai. Kuchh sakht aur mota
tumhari wajah se.


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, shabdon ko dheere padhti hai.
Gardan par halki laali chadh jaati hai. Jawab deti hai)
Mujhe nahi pata… ghadi? Ya tumhara haath?


Dhruv: Galat. Haath se kaafi bada. Aur abhi seedha
khada ho kar tumhare laal nightdress aur naram raanon
ke baare mein soch raha hai.


Ammi: (woh phir hans padti hai, lekin is baar
ghabrahat ke saath. Type karti hai) Mazak band karo,
Dhruv. Main sach mein ab so jaungi.


Dhruv: Aakhri guess. Agar sahi guess kiya to main nahi
bhejunga. Galat guess kiya to turant bhej dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah khel mein aa gayi, khud ke
khilaaf muskurati hui. Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir
type karti hai) Kya yeh… tumhara phone hai?


Dhruv: Galat. Ab aa raha hai…


(Dhruv lagbhag 90 second leta hai. Ammi screen ko
dekhti rahi, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne chat teen
baar refresh kiya. Aakhir message aa gaya aur usme ek
photo attached thi — uske bade, mote, baal wale lund
ki close-up photo, poora khada, nasen dikhai de rahi
thi, haath mein pakda hua.)








Dhruv: [Photo bheji: uske bade khade lund ki saaf
photo, neeche kaale baal, upar chamakdar]


(Ammi ki aankhein pure aascharya se phail gayi. Muh
thoda khul gaya. Woh photo ko lagbhag das second tak
bina palak jhapkaye dekhti rahi. Phone haath se lagbhag
chhootne wala tha. Usne jaldi chat band kiya, screen
lock kiya aur phone ko muh ke bal bistar par rakh
diya. Uski chhati tez tez upar neeche ho rahi thi. Woh
abbu ke kharate lete chehre ki taraf dekhti hai phir
andhere phone ki taraf. Woh kuchh type nahi karti. Chat
uski taraf se khamosh rahi. Phir woh phone kholti hai
aur phir se woh photo dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Minal? Dekha tumne?


Dhruv: Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, sundar. Sirf tumhari
wajah se.


(Koi jawab nahi Ammi ki taraf se. Woh frozen si screen
ko dekhe ja rahi thi, saansein aniyamit. Abbu uske
paas sukoon se kharate le rahe the, bilkul be-khabar.)

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Bahut badhiya aur ekdum kamaal ka update.

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Very nice update.chamatkar, lajawab aur superb story.

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update plz

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good buildup
very hot and turning point for the story.
How she will react to seeing his dick? waiting for another update

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exchanging each other with picture

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CHAPTER 9


meri maa aur dhruv uncle ke beech hothon par pehla chumban





Pichhle raat ghar shaant tha siwaye papa ke steady kharate ke maa ke saath unke bade lakdi ke bistar par. Chhat ka pankha aalas se karakta tha, garam garmi ki hawa ko mushkil se hilata hua. Maa apni taraf leti hui thi, dupatta dheele se seene par pada hua, lambi din ki pakane, safai aur ,,., ke baad neend laane ki koshish kar rahi thi. 

Unka phone, silent par rakha hua, bistar par ek baar vibrate hua. Usne bina soche usse pakad liya, apni behen ya masjid group se message ki ummeed mein. 

Yeh dhruv se tha. 

Usne chat khola aur jam gayi. 

Wahaan, screen bhar kar, uska khada lauda ki tasveer thi. Yeh bada tha - aasani se aath aadhe inch, uski kalai jitna mota, dark caramel rang ki chamdi tight khinch kar ubhri hui nasaon ke jaal se jo nadiyon ki tarah shaaf se neeche tak jaati thi. 

Sir swollen tha, lagbhag gusse wala, ek moti prec um ki boond se chamak raha tha jo pehle se tapak raha tha. Foreskin poori tarah peeche khincha hua tha, flared ridge ki har inch dikhata hua. Yeh bhari, powerful dikhta tha, jaise ek young, confident aadmi ka jo jaanta tha ki woh kya chahta hai. Neeche uske bhari balls tight latak rahe the. 

Maa ki saans ruk gayi. "Astaghfirullah..." usne fasa fasa kaha, lekin uska thumb delete karne ko nahi badha. Usne zoom in kiya, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki woh yakin karti thi papa jaag jaayega. 

Tasveer uske dimag mein utar gayi: jis tarah shaaf thodi upar ki taraf mudta tha, sir ke neeche ubhra ridge, base par dark trimmed baal ka patch. Usne aisa kabhi nahi dekha tha. 








Uske pati ek achhe aadmi the, gentle, lekin size mein modest aur kabhi aisa nahi... itna demanding. Dhruv ka lauda lagta tha jaise woh use phaad de, poori tarah bhar de, un jagahon tak pahunch jaaye jo usne sirf guilty palon mein socha tha. 

Usne kaanpte haathon se type kiya: "Dhruv, yeh galat hai. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Mere paas ek pati hai jo bilkul mere bagal mein so raha hai. Aisi tasveerein bhejna haram hai, beizzat karne wala aur paap hai. Maine sab kuch pehle hi tumhe samjha diya tha - meri imaan, meri shaadi, mera beta. Kripya isse delete kar do aur kabhi aise contact mat karna. Main us tarah ki aurat nahi hoon." 

Usne send kiya, phir turant pachtaaya. Kyun usne reply bhi kiya? Usne block kar dena chahiye tha. Lekin usne nahi kiya. Usne dekhte raha. Paanch minute guzre. Das. Tasveer screen par rahi. 

Usne khud ko kaha ki woh sirf yeh dekh rahi hai ki usne theek se delete kiya hai, lekin uski aankhein har nas, har chamakte inch ko follow karti thi. Uske nipples painful tarah se uski nightie ki patli cotton se tight ho gaye. 

Ek sharmnak garmi uski jaanghon ke beech fail gayi; woh mehsoos kar rahi thi ki woh geeli ho rahi hai, uski chut ke honth andar se halke se phool aur khul rahe hain. Usne taangein ek saath daba li, sharm se. 

Papa neend mein hila, ek haath uski kamar par aa gaya. Gilt us par lehar ki tarah toot pada. Main yahaan apne pati ke bagal leti hui hoon, doosre aadmi ke laude ko dekh rahi hoon - gair-'. aadmi ke laude - aur mera sharir mujhe dhokha de raha hai. 

Usne photo band kiya, lekin afterimage rah gaya. Woh peeth par let gayi, chhat ko dekhte hue. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Har baar jab woh aankhein band karti thi woh phir se dekh leti thi: mota, nas wala, uske liye tapakta hua. Woh sochti thi ki usne kyun bheja. 

Kya isliye ki usne jab last baar chai serve ki thi tab uske breasts dupatta ke against strain kar rahe the? Jis tarah uski badi, gol gaand chalte waqt hilti thi? Woh battis saal ki thi, shaadi aur maa banne ke baad conservative auraton ki tarah curvy - full hips, bhari 38DD breasts jo modest kapdon mein bhi chhup nahi paati thi, ek plump, heart-shaped gaand jo uske har salwar ko bhar deti thi. 

Agli subah, dhoop pehle se hi hamare veranda par garam thi. Maa aur main wicker kursiyon par snacks ke saath baithe the - garam chai steel ke glass mein, samosa aur pakora plate par humare beech. Masalon ki khushboo garden ke jasmine se mil rahi thi. 

Maa ek simple halka-peela abaya pehne hui thi, dupatta seene par modestly dbang kiya hua, lekin yeh bhi uski voluptuous figure ko chhupa nahi paata tha. Uske bhari breasts har saans ke saath upar neeche hote the, kapda halka stretch hota hua. 






Uski badi gaand kursi bhar leti thi, naram aur aamantran bhari. Woh sundar lekin pareshan dikhti thi - kajal wali aankhon ke neeche dark circles, honth tight dabaye, ungliyan dupatta ke kinare se khelti hui. Woh baar baar apne phone ko dekhti thi, phir door, jaise pichhle raat ki tasveer abhi bhi usse pareshan kar rahi thi. 

Maine chai pi. "Maa, tum theek ho? Aaj thodi... off lag rahi ho. Achhi neend nahi aayi?" 

Usne zabardasti muskurahat banayi, lekin woh uski aankhon tak nahi pahunchi. "Main theek hoon, beta. Bas thodi thaki hui hoon. Pankha raat bhar shor kar raha tha." 

Usne samosa ka chhota tukda liya, lekin uska dimag saaf taur par kahin aur tha - shayad tasveer ko dohra rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki dhruv ne apna bada lauda ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ko kyun bheja, kyun usne itni der dekha, kyun uska sharir react kiya. Woh mujhe kabhi nahi bataati. Woh maanti thi ki main kuch nahi jaanta. 

Hum chhoti baaton par baat karte rahe - mausam, mere college classes, papa ka kaam - jab achanak, bina kisi wajah ke, usne apna glass neeche rakha aur kaha, "Mujhe lagta hai... main dhruv se phir milna chahti hoon." 

Maine chai mein lagbhag ghoont liya. "Dhruv? Tour wala ladka? Kyun? Aur akeli?" 

Usne garden ki taraf dekhte hue nazar hata li. "Bas baat karne. Hawa saaf karne. Tour ke baad usne mujhe kai baar message kiye. Kuch important nahi, lekin... mujhe lagta hai ki usse face to face milna chahiye. Akeli. Is tarah behtar hai." 

Maine aage jhukte hue, dil mein plan banate hue tez dhadak raha tha. "Akeli? Maa, yeh... bold hai. Kyun mere ya papa ke saath nahi?" 

Usne jaldi se sar hilaya. "Nahi, beta. Yeh personal hai. Tour se. Main isse badi baat nahi banana chahti." 

Maine apna opening dekha. "Agar tumhe privacy chahiye, toh uske ghar par kyun nahi milte? Woh akela rehta hai, hai na? Bada ghar, shaant. Koi disturb nahi karega. Tour par sab group stuff tha - buses, hotels, bheed. Ab tum theek se baat kar sakti ho, koi interruption nahi. Usne ek baar mujhe bataya tha ki uske paas achha living room hai, AC, sab kuch comfortable. Tumhe cafe ya park mein saath dekhne ki chinta nahi karni padegi. Woh jagah public hain - community ka koi tumhe dekh sakta hai, afwaah shuru kar sakta hai. Uske ghar private, discreet. Jo bhi tumhe kehna hai uske liye perfect." 

Maa ne sochte hue frown kiya. "Uska ghar? Mujhe nahi pata... shayad cafe behtar hoga. Ya market ke paas park. Kahin khula." 

Maine sar hilaya, isliye expand kiya kyunki main chahta tha ki woh wahaan ho, akeli uske saath, jahaan main sab arrange kar sakta tha. "Maa, suno. Cafe crowded hai, shor bhara, serious baat ke liye privacy nahi. Park? Bahut saari aankhein, families, bachche idhar udhar. Tum distract ho jaogi. Woh sirf tum par focus kar sakta hai. Tum jo bhi kehna chahti ho bina kisi ke sune keh sakti ho. Plus, yeh safe hai. Woh gentleman hai, hai na? Tour se. Aur agar cheezein... emotional ho jaayein, tumhare paas space hai. Mujhe lagta hai yeh sabse smart choice hai. Woh kabhi kabhi visitors expect karta hai anyway." 

Woh lambi der tak chup rahi, apne aadhe khaye samosa ko dekhte hue. Andar se woh uske ghar jaana nahi chahti thi - yeh ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ke liye gair-'. aadmi ke private space mein akeli hone ke liye bahut intimate, bahut dangerous mehsoos hota tha. 

Lekin pichhle raat ki tasveer uske dimag mein phir se chamak gayi: woh bada, mota lauda. Usse usse confront karna tha, usse firmly rokna tha, phir se samjhaana tha ki yeh galat hai. 

Curiosity gusse ke saath mix ho gayi. Usne accept kar liya, though tacitly, ek chhote nod ke saath. "Theek hai... uska ghar. Lekin sirf thodi der ke liye. Main aaj dopahar jaungi." 

Maine andar muskuraya. Yeh perfect tha. Main chahta tha ki dhruv meri maa ko chode, modest, faithful maa ko uski randi bana de. Breakfast ke turant baad main door hata aur usse text kiya: "Maa aaj dopahar akeli tumhare ghar aa rahi hai tumhe dick pic ke baare mein confront karne. Woh disturbed hai lekin curious - main bata sakta hoon. Uska intezaar karo. Use hard seduce karo. Main chahta hoon ki main usse tumhare saath dekhoon. Pichhle hafte tumne mujhe bataya tha secret backdoor use karo taaki main chupke se andar aa sakoon aur chhup sakoon. Use apna bana lo." 

Dhruv ne turant reply kiya: "Haan bilkul. Woh curvy '. body jaldi meri ho jaayegi. Main usse kissing aur maangte hue dekhunga pehle jaane se. Backdoor khula hai. Aao apni maa ko meri randi bante hue dekho." 

Maa ne chupke se taiyaari ki. Usne woh tight sexy dress nahi pehni jo maine usse tease kiya tha - woh modest lekin thodi fitted yellow abaya par atki rahi jo abhi bhi uski badi gaand ko hug karti thi aur uske bhari breasts ki outline dikhati thi. 

Dupatta jagah par. Woh elegant, nervous, sundar dikhti thi. Woh lagbhag 2 PM ko nikal gayi, mujhe bataate hue ki jaldi wapas aa jaayegi. Main door se apni scooter par follow kiya. 

Public transport hamesha ki tarah congested tha - garam, crowded buses aur shared autos. Maa pehle ek packed bus par chadhi, darwaze ke paas khadi hui, overhead rail pakad kar. Uski badi gaand har bump aur brake ke saath hilti thi, abaya ka kapda un plump cheeks par stretch hota hua. 





Bus mein aadmi uske curves ki taraf dekhte the, lekin woh aankhein neeche rakhti thi, dupatta adjust karti hui, invisible rehne ki koshish karti hui. Main scooter par follow karta hua, traffic mein weaving karta hua, mera lauda pehle se aadha hard ho chuka tha soch kar ki kya hone wala hai. 

Usne last stretch ke liye auto-rickshaw badla - teen log squeezed, uski thick thighs ek saath dabayi hui, woh massive gaand seat bhar leti hui, sharir vehicle ki motion ke saath rocking karta hua. 

Woh determined lekin conflicted dikhti thi, shayad apne dimag mein scolding rehearse karti hui: "Tumne woh tasveer kyun bheji? Main shaadi shuda hoon, '., faithful. Delete kar do. Kabhi nahi." 

Woh dhruv ke modern bungalow ek shaant lane mein pahunch gayi - safed deewarein, chhota garden, andar AC gungunata hua. Usne darwaza turant khola, charming 58 saal ke smile ke saath, fit body casual shirt aur trousers mein. "Minal! Kya wonderful surprise. Andar aao." 

Maa andar gayi, awaaz firm lekin thodi shaky. "Dhruv, humein baat karni hai. Main zyada der nahi reh sakti." 

Usne cool living room ke plush leather sofa ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Bilkul. Baitho, apne aap ko comfortable banao. Chai? Paani?" 

Usne sar hilaya, room ke beech mein stiff khadi hui, purse side mein pakde hue. "Nahi. Main khadi rahungi. Yeh zyada der nahi lega." Usne isliye baithna mana kiya kyunki baithna hospitality accept karne jaisa feel hota, rehne jaisa, isse social banane jaisa instead of quick confrontation. 

Yeh usse uske level par laata, risk karta ki woh bhi close baith jaaye, comfort something aur lead kare. Khade rehne se control ka illusion milta tha aur yaad dilata tha ki woh sirf daantne aur jaane ke liye yahaan hai. 

Gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein akeli hona pehle se hi uske imaan aur shaadi ki har line cross kar chuka tha - baithna ise aur kharab banata, zyada intimate, agar cheezein escalate ho toh escape karna mushkil. Uske taangein nerves aur tasveer ki yaad se kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi, lekin khade rehna use grounded rakhta tha. 

Main pehle se hi secret backdoor se andar slip ho chuka tha jo dhruv ne mujhe hafte pehle casual visit ke dauran dikhaya tha - side gate ke peeche chhupa hua, seedha ek chhote storage room mein jaata hua jo hallway mein khulta tha living room ka perfect view thodi si ajar door se. 

Main curtain ke peeche chhup gaya, dil dhadakta hua, lauda pants mein rock-hard, sab kuch unfold hote hue dekhte hue. Main eager tha - desperate - apni hi maa, modest '. wife aur mother, is older gair-'. aadmi ke saath dekhne ko. Taboo thrill ne mera lauda throb kar diya. 

Maa ne darwaza band hote hi daantna shuru kar diya. "Tum mujhe pichhle raat woh tasveer kaise bhej sakte the, dhruv? Main apne pati ke saath bistar par thi! Yeh vulgar tha, disgusting, bilkul inappropriate. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Maine yeh tumhe samjhaaya tha - tour par aur mere message mein." 

Maa gusse mein thi. 






"Main apne pati ke prati faithful hoon. Humara ek beta hai. Hamara parivar respectable hai. Aisi cheezein haram hain. Tumne aisa kyun kiya? Mujhe shock dene ke liye? Main poori raat nahi so paayi. Har baar jab main aankhein band karti thi main usse dekh leti thi - woh bada, hard cheez. Mujhe delete karna pada, lekin yeh mere dimag mein rah gaya. Tumhe married aurat jaise mujhe apne... apne penis ki tasveerein bhejne ka koi haq nahi hai!" 

Woh minutes tak chali gayi, awaaz upar phir crack karti hui, exactly woh detail karti hui jo usne message kiya tha: shaadi ka respect karne ki plea, imaan ki yaad dilana, delete aur bhool jaane ki demand. 

Usne phir se samjhaaya ki gair-'. aadmi ke liye '. wife ko aise pursue karna kitna galat tha, yeh uske har belief ko violate karta tha, guilt ne usse poori raat khaaya tha jab papa shaant so raha tha uske bagal. 

Usne tasveer ko isliye nahi dekha tha kyunki woh chahti thi, lekin shock aur sheer size ne usse freeze kar diya tha - uske pati se lambi aur moti, nas wali, powerful dikhti hui. 

Isne ek shameful second ke liye socha tha ki yeh kaisa feel hoga, lekin usne khud ko us soch ke liye bhi nafrat ki. Woh yahaan ise khatam karne ke liye thi, usse ek baar ke liye samjhaane ke liye. 

Dhruv ne suna, phir kareeb step kiya, awaaz low aur seductive. "Minal, mujhe afsos hai ki isne tumhe upset kiya. Lekin main khud ko rok nahi paaya. Tour ke baad se, jab maine tumhe apne bete ke saath hasste hue dekha, jis tarah tumhara sharir un kapdon mein move karta tha - woh full, heavy breasts, woh incredible badi gaand jab tum chalti thi - main captivated ho gaya. Tum itni sundar ho, itni graceful, itni... mujhe gair-'. ke roop mein forbidden. Main har raat tumhare baare mein fantasize karta tha." 

Meri maa shocked thi lekin usne sunna jaari rakha. 

"Har raat main tumhe soch kar masturbate karta tha. Maine tasveer isliye bheji kyunki mujhe ummeed thi ki shayad tum bhi curious ho. Jis tarah tum tour par kabhi kabhi mujhe dekhti thi... maine socha shayad tumhe bhi wahi spark mehsoos hota. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho. Main jaanta hoon tum '. ho. Lekin dil - aur sharir - jo chahta hai woh chahta hai. Tumhara pati lucky aadmi hai, lekin main tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar paata. Woh tasveer tumhe dikhane ke liye thi ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh seductive hona shuru kiya, chhote instances mein kareeb aata hua. Pehle, usse paani ka glass deta hua, uski ungliyan usse brush karti hui, itna kareeb khada hua ki woh uska cologne sungh sakti thi. "Tum thirsty lag rahi ho, minal. Relax." 

Usne peeche step kiya. "Dhruv, peeche hato. Distance rakho." 






Usne gently muskuraya, jaise gentleman, lekin uski aankhein bold thi. "Itni tense kyun? Hum bas baat kar rahe hain." Doosri baar usne deewar par tour ki photo ki taraf ishaara kiya - usme woh muskurati hui - aur seedha uske peeche khada ho gaya, uski peeth ko almost touch karta hua, uski saans uske gale par. "Park mein yeh moment yaad hai? Tum stunning lag rahi thi." 

Usne uske sharir ki garmi mehsoos ki. "Peechhe hato, dhruv. Please. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda aurat hoon." 

Usne door nahi hataya. Usne usse tease kiya, tasveer ki yaad dilate hue. "Lekin tumne pichhle raat meri tasveer itni der dekhi, hai na? Maine tumhare reply se bata liya. Mera lauda - bada, mota, hard sirf tumhare liye. Nas ubhri hui, sir swollen. Tumhare accustomed se bada, main daav lagata hoon. Inkaar mat karo ki isne tumhe affect kiya. Isliye tum akeli yahaan aayi, mere ghar, jabki tum nahi chahti thi. Tumhare andar ka kuch hissa ise phir se dekhna chahta tha... ya mehsoos karna." 

Maa ka chehra gehra laal ho gaya. "Nahi! Maine turant delete kar diya. Isne mujhe disgust kiya. Aur uske baare mein mat baat karo... woh. Mera pati mujhe satisfy karta hai. Mujhe tumhare... tumhare gair-'. laude ya kuch aur mein interest nahi. Abhi right now peeche hato." 

Lekin uski awaaz wavered. Woh daantti rahi, phir bhi woh kareeb raha, gentlemanly posture mein lekin har tarah tease karta hua - halke touches uske haath par "point banane ke liye", jab bolta tha toh lean in karta hua, aankhein uske breasts aur gaand par girti hui, baar baar tasveer aur usne ise kaise dekha tha yaad dilata hua. 

Usne usse multiple baar peeche hatne ko kaha, lekin usne sirf muskuraya, persistent, seductive, charm aur us forbidden tasveer ki yaad se uski defenses todta hua. 

Phir woh lambi incident aayi. Aur back-and-forth ke baad, dhruv ne gently uska haath dono haathon mein le liya. "Minal, mujhe dekho. Sach mein dekho. Tour par maine ek aurat dekhi jo passion deserve karti hai, sirf duty nahi. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari curves, jis tarah tum apne bete ki care karti thi - tum special ho. Maine woh tasveer isliye bheji kyunki maine socha tum mere baare mein usi tarah soch rahi ho. Boldness maaf karo, lekin main tumhe chahta hoon. Main jaanta hoon yeh crazy hai. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho, '., maa. Lekin yeh attraction... yeh asli hai." 

Maa ka haath uske mein kaanp raha tha. Usne khinchne ki koshish ki. "Nahi, dhruv, chhodo. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon. Yeh paap hai. Mera beta, mera pati, mera imaan - sab kuch. Please, chhodo." 

Usne firm pakda, usse kareeb khinchte hue jab tak unke sharir almost touch nahi karne lage. "Lekin tum mere ghar akeli aayi. Tum yahaan mujhe daantti rahi lekin tum nahi gayi. Andar se tumne kuch mehsoos kiya jab tumne pichhle raat mera lauda dekha. Admit karo, kam se kam khud se." 

Woh aur tez kaanpti, apna haath free karne ki koshish karti hui, awaaz crack karti hui. "Nahi... maine nahi... yeh shock tha... mujhe jaane do..." 

Usne nahi chhoda. Usne dheere se lean kiya, doosra haath uski kamar par slide karta hua. "Sirf ek kiss. Dekhne ke liye ki main galat hoon." 

Usne sar ghumaya. "Mat... yeh nahi ho sakta..." 

Lekin usne persist kiya. Uske honth uske mile. Usne pehle resist kiya - muh band, sharir rigid, haath uske seene par weakly push karte hue. "Mmmph... nahi... dhruv..." Usne uske lower lip ko gently nibble kiya, phir zyada insistently. 

Usne gasp kiya, aur uski tongue andar slip ho gayi, uske garam muh ko explore karti hui. Uske resistance dheere dheere pighal gayi. Woh kiss back karne lagi, tongue usse milti hui, ek soft moan khud se nikalti hui. Kiss gehra ho gaya - passionate, hungry. 






Uske haath neeche uski badi gaand par slide hue, full, heavy cheeks ko firmly salwar fabric ke through pakadte hue. Ungliyan naram, jiggly flesh mein dub gayi, squeeze karti hui, knead karti hui, uski hips ko hard uske against khinchti hui taaki woh uska thick erection apne pet mein mehsoos kar sake. 

Usne kiss mein gasp kiya. "Ahh... dhruv... nahi... hum nahi kar sakte..." Lekin uska sharir usse dhokha de raha tha - hips twitching, gaand ke cheeks uske grip mein rippling karti hui jab woh aur zor se squeeze karta tha, thodi si lift aur spread karti hui. Usne plump gaand ko dough ki tarah knead kiya, thumbs cleft mein press karte hue, usse phir se moan karwata hua. 

"Tumhari gaand perfect hai, minal - itni badi, itni naram, mere haathon ke liye bani. Mehsoos karo ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh ab zyada kiss back karti thi, accept karti hui, haath uske shoulders par jaate hue, usse kareeb khinchti hui jabki uska dimag guilt chillata tha. "Yeh galat hai... mera pati... haram... lekin... ahh..." 

Kiss lambi minutes tak chala - tongues dancing, lips sucking, uske haath uski gaand se kabhi nahi hatte, squeeze karte hue, ek baar lightly spanking karte hue, usse jump aur louder moan karwata hua. 

Mere hiding spot se maine sab kuch dekha, mera apna lauda painfully hard, throbbing, underwear mein precum leak karta hua. Main chahta tha ki woh use sofa par hi chode, ki woh bada gair-'. lauda meri maa ki married '. chut ko stretch kare, usse maangte hue sune. 

Cuckold thrill intense tha - main poore time rock hard tha, mushkil se saans leta hua, blink karne se darta hua. 

Ant mein usne gasp ke saath kiss toda, usse door push karti hui. "Kaafi! Yeh nahi ho sakta. Main... mujhe jaana hai." 

Woh face to face khade the, chup, heavily saans lete hue. Pal romantic aur electric tha - aankhein locked, unspoken words hawa mein thick latak rahe the. Uske aankhein shock, chhupi hui lust, crushing guilt se wide thi; uski dark triumph aur hunger se. 

Kamra unke ragged breaths ke siwaye shaant tha. Usne socha: Maine kya kiya? Uske honth itne achhe lage, uske haath meri gaand par... lekin main shaadi shuda hoon, '.... yeh betrayal hai. Lekin dhruv ne socha: Woh meri hai. Usne kiss back kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Khamoshi forbidden desire se bhari hui, battis saal ki '. wife aur mother ke atthavan saal ke gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein claim kiye jaane ka taboo. 

Bina kisi aur shabd ke, maa ne side table se apna purse pakda, ghumi, aur darwaze ki taraf chali. Usne khola aur dopahar ki garmi mein bahar kadam rakha. 






Main backdoor se slip hua, ghar ke side se dauda, aur front par pahuncha jab woh bahar nikal rahi thi, honth abhi bhi swollen aur smudged, dupatta thoda askew, cheeks flushed. Jab usne mujhe path par khada dekha toh woh dead stop ho gayi. 

"Tum?! Tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho? Kya tum poore raaste mujhe follow kar rahe the?" 

Maine apna best innocent face banaya. "Maa! Kya coincidence. Main ek dost se milne ja raha tha jo do lanes door rehta hai - college ka woh ladka yaad hai? Maine tumhe is ghar ki taraf jaate hue dekha aur bahar wait kiya kyunki main pareshan ho gaya. Tumne kaha tha ki jaldi aaogi. Itni der kyun lagi? Aur... tumhare honth... sab smudged hain. Lipstick har jagah. Andar kya hua?" 

Usne instinctively honth chhue, aankhein shock se wide. "Smudged? Yeh... garmi. Shayad maine muh poch liya. Kuch nahi hua. Hum bas baat kar rahe the. Ab ghar chalo right now." 

Maine kareeb step kiya, gently tease karta hua. "Itni der baat ki? Tumhare honth freshly kissed lag rahe hain, maa - swollen, shiny. Kya dhruv ne tumhe kiss kiya? Isliye tum itni zor se saans le rahi ho aur tumhare cheeks laal hain?" 

Woh horrified dikhi, haath phir se muh par udta hua. "Kya? Nahi! Tum aisa soch bhi kaise sakte ho? Tum mera beta ho - itne gande, vulgar thoughts mat rakho! Woh tour se bas ek dost hai. Main usse stupid messages rokne ke liye gayi thi, bas. Kuch aur nahi. Ab yeh bakwas band karo aur ghar chalo." 

Maine nahi chhoda. "Lekin maa, tumhara dupatta messed up hai, tumhara abaya peeche thoda wrinkled hai jaise kisi ne tumhe pakda ho. Aur tum... guilty lag rahi ho. Chalo, sach batao. Usne tumhe touch kiya? Kiss kiya? Maine dekha tha ki tour par woh tumhe kaise dekhta tha." 

Usne desperately digress kiya, awaaz upar neeche hoti hui jab woh sab chhupane ki koshish karti thi. "Yeh baat band karo, mausam ke baare mein baat karte hain. Aaj mausam itna garam hai, hai na? Raste mein cold lassi ke liye rukna chahiye. Subah achhe se khaya? Papa wait kar rahe honge, woh pareshan ho jaate hain jab hum late hote hain." 

Maine dabav daalta raha, andar softly has raha tha jabki mera lauda sab kuch dekhne se semi-hard tha. "Maa, tum har baar jab main kiss ke baare mein poochta hoon toh subject change kar deti ho. Tumhare honth clearly kissing se smudged hain. Admit karo - usne tumhe kiss kiya, hai na? Shayad aur kuch? Tum wahaan lambi der thi. Tumhari badi gaand thodi... handled lag rahi hai." 

Woh aur gehra flush hui, confused, hard try karti hui ki kuch slip na ho. "Koi kiss nahi tha! Tum sab kuch imagine kar rahe ho apne vulgar dimag ki wajah se. Maine usse daanta, usne maafi maangi, main chali aayi. Bas. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain aur tum yeh immediately drop karoge. Main tumhari maa hoon - thoda respect dikhao!" 

Hum kai minutes tak aise back and forth karte rahe - main smudged honth, flushed chehra, andar bitaye time ke baare mein tease karta hua; woh weather, khana, papa, mere studies ki taraf deflect karti hui, apne "bad habit" ko daantti hui jabki uski awaaz kaanpti thi aur woh meri aankhon se nazar hataati thi. 

Woh clearly kiss, ass-grabbing, jis tarah usne moan kiya aur kiss back kiya tha, chhupa rahi thi. Confusion aur guilt uske sundar chehre par saaf likha tha. 

Jaise hi hum jaane ke liye ghume, dhruv ki awaaz open front door se peeche se bulayi. "Minal, ek minute wait karo. Aur tum bhi, young man - andar aao agar tum mujhse theek se baat karna chahte ho." 

Woh wahaan khada tha muskurata hua, confident, bilkul woh aadmi jo abhi apne haath meri maa ki gaand par rakha tha. Maa ghum gayi, shocked, chehra rang se nikalta hua. "Dhruv... main abhi apne bete ke saath ja rahi thi." 

Usne jaldi se uske paas jaakar, itna kareeb khadi hui, urgently fasa fasa ki main sun na saku: "Dhruv, please - mera beta yahaan hai. Andar jo hua uske baare mein kuch mat batao. Woh kuch nahi jaanta. Yeh hamara secret rehna chahiye. Agar tum ek shabd bhi kaho, main kasam khaati hoon ki main tumse kabhi nahi baat karungi. Yeh galti thi - main sirf tumse confront karne aayi thi. Bas." 

Dhruv ne reassuringly, awaaz calm, fasa fasa kaha. "Relax, minal, meri love. Tumhara secret safe hai. Main kuch nahi bataunga. Lekin hum dono jaante hain ki yeh galti nahi thi - tumne bhi mehsoos kiya." Usne uske shoulder par gently touch kiya, comfortingly. "Aao, dono. Welcome, chai lete hain." 

Maa ne dheere se uska haath apne se hataya, peeche step karti hui. "Mat... mujhe aise touch mat karo." Phir usne mujh par forced, bright smile ke saath ghumi. "Beta, theek hai. Agar tum chahte ho toh andar aa kar usse mil sakte ho. Lekin main ghar wait karungi, late mat hona ok?" Maine kaha ok maa. 

Usne jaate hue kaha ki usse papa ke paas ghar jaana hai. Dhruv aur main door par khade usse jaate hue dekhte rahe. 

Uski badi, gol gaand har kadam ke saath heavily hilti thi, peach fabric un plump cheeks par stretch aur ripple karta hua, hypnotic aur perfect. Dhruv ne saans ke neeche mutter kiya, "Damn... dekho us gaand ko. Itni juicy, itni fuckable. Woh perfect hai." 






Maine nod kiya, aankhein usi sight par glued. "Haan. Aur tumne kuch minute pehle apne haath us par rakhe the." 

Jaise hi woh nazar se door ho gayi, main dhruv ki taraf ghuma. "Maine sab kuch dekha. Main backdoor se andar chhupa tha jo tumne mujhe bataya tha. Haath pakadna, lambi baat, tum uski badi gaand ko pakadte hue jab usse kiss kiya. Mera lauda poore time itna hard tha - main almost pants mein cum kar chuka tha apni hi maa ko tumhare dwara seduce hote hue dekhte hue." 

Dhruv ne wide muskurate hue, mere shoulder par haath maara. "Maine socha tha ki tum dekh rahe ho - isliye maine backdoor mention kiya. Tumhari maa incredible hai, itni responsive. Usne kiss back kiya, moan kiya jab maine us fat gaand ko squeeze kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Agli baar woh is gair-'. laude ke liye maangti hui wapas aa jaayegi, aur tum mujhe usse properly chodte hue dekhoge - gehra, hard, jab tak woh apne pati ka naam bhool na jaaye." 

Maine grin kiya, promise par lauda phir se twitch karta hua. Game abhi shuru hua tha. 

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