Incest Jawani Ka Nasha (The intoxication of youth) by naemchohan

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 45

My next day was normal. After coming back from college, I had some fun with Samina and started to think about tomorrow. Tomorrow, if Ayza's ammi has to go back, I will reach the city bus stop early in the morning so that I can contact her. That slutty, hot auntie. Then until night, no new thing happened. At night, I fell asleep early because I had to leave early in the morning.

I woke up early in the morning. I quickly got ready and had breakfast. Api was still sleeping.

"You're leaving so early today?" Samina asked.

"Yes, I have some lectures and a test today," I said, "so I have to go."

I left the house, got on a bus, and reached the city. The whole city was still closed. I sat on a bench at the bus station. This was the only way to catch Ayza's lustful mother—to watch every vehicle coming from the village. With time, the crowd started to increase. I had been sitting there for a long time. I was getting tired of sitting. The afternoon passed, but there was no sign of Ayza's ammi. Then, around 5 p.m., I bought some pakoras from a vendor. At the same time, a bus came and stopped there. I was busy eating pakoras. Suddenly, the pakora vendor's voice came.

"Uffff, what a hot woman!"

My eyes went up and fixed on Ayza's ammi. She was getting off the bus, and while getting off, her breasts were swaying in a very seductive way. Seeing her, a smile came to my lips. Ayza's ammi was a real bombshell. She was wearing a very hot dress. She was wearing a light blue-colored, full-fitting shirt with a wide collar. In the shirt, both her big breasts were clearly visible with their full roundness. On the shirt, right under her breasts, there were flower cups, which looked as if two melons were kept in a flower. The shirt was fully tight from the stomach, and even the depression of her navel was visible. The shirt ended just above her knees. From the side near her armpit, the shirt was much higher than her salwar, from where her white body was peeking out. She was wearing a blue-colored bra, which was clearly visible through her clothes. The tips of her nipples were visible from the bra. Her egg-like white, soft, and delicate neck and the blue strap border of the shirt coming on the upper curve of her breasts were adding to her beauty. The cleavage of her breasts was very visible. Underneath, she was wearing a trouser-type pajama that was fitted from the thighs and loose from below. As soon as she took a step to get down, her breasts went up a little, and then, as her feet touched the ground, her breasts came down with their full weight and then, after swaying two or three times, they became still. In this movement, the cleavage became so deep that it seemed as if her breasts would come out from the collar side, but the bra had held these indecent breasts with full force.

Uffffffffffffffffffff, seeing this hot scene, a lot of people present there started to drool. Today she was not wearing glasses. She had dbangd her dupatta around her neck like men, and both ends of it were hanging down over her breasts.

"Waaaaa, what a lustful thing you are, anti!" I thought.

She got down and started to walk with an air of nonchalance. I quickly went behind her.

"Those who search, can find anything," I said loudly. Anti turned back and then recognition came to her eyes.

"Oh, you," she said.

"Yes, mam, mmm, I," I stammered.

"Hmmmm, where are you wandering?" she asked.

"I have been looking for you for a long time," I said. "Your marble-like figure doesn't let me sleep."

"Poetry," she said. "By the way, you must have a name."

"My name is Amir," I said. "This humble person is called Amir, and you?"

"My name is Fozia," she said, "and they affectionately call me Fozi." She said, smiling.

"Then I'll call you Fozi," I said, "because I..." She laughed loudly. Her delicate lips were looking very sexy. While laughing, her breasts again started to bounce. This slut possessed a body of a sex bomb.

"Fozi, you remember that promise from that day, right?" I asked.

"Which one?" she asked.

"That if we meet next, you'll not just give me your number, but a lot more," I said.

"But I'm in a hurry today," Fozi said. "And besides, you flirted with me a lot that day."

"Anyone can do that after seeing Fozi," I said. "Let's go to some nice hotel."

"No, yaar, I'm in a hurry today," she said.

"If you go today without meeting me, I'll commit suicide," I said. She laughed loudly.

"Okay, do this," Fozi said. "You come to my city with me and spend the night with me. Then maybe I'll understand that you're interested in me." Saying this, she started to walk away.

"Fozi, listen to me, yaar," I said.

"I have already told you," she said.

"Which city is yours?" I asked. "How far is it from here? What will you say to your family?" She told me the name of her city. It was a four- to five-hour drive from here.

"I don't know what I'll say to my family," she said.

This slut was very clever. "Okay, I'll go," I said. I was getting captivated by her beauty. A lot of women's bodies are sexy, but she had worn clothes in such a way that seeing her would make anyone want to fuck her. That day, the way she had squeezed my penis between her thighs and butt, my whole body had become intoxicated. That was just a trailer. The whole movie was right in front of me, covered. I wanted to enjoy this movie at any cost. While talking to her, I reached another bus stop.

"So, you're definitely coming with me, right?" Fozi asked.

"Yes, definitely," I said. She bought two tickets, and we both got on the bus. While getting on, I stuck close behind her, and my penis, which had been hard for a while, started to visit her butt. As soon as I felt the touch of her soft butt, a fire started to blaze in my body. We both sat together.

"Fozi, you're very beautiful and sexy too," I said.

"Hmmmm," she said. "I know how beautiful I am. By the way, you're not bad either. How many girls' juices have you drunk so far?"

"No one's," I said.

"Don't lie," Fozi said. "With the expertise you used that day to get your thing stuck in my thighs, I know everything. And you intentionally stood in front of me so that you could adjust your rod in my body, you kid." I was surprised to hear her. This woman was very clever. My hand slowly slipped and went on her thigh. Ufffffffffff, what a soft thigh! I held her thigh in my hand and pressed it. Fozi put her hand on my hand.

"Ooooon, not now," she said. "Have some patience." Then I started to talk about her family.

"I have three daughters and one son," Fozi said. "Two daughters study in the university and live in the hostel. They come home on weekends. The youngest daughter is Ayza, who lives in the village. And my son and my husband both work abroad."

"Why does Ayza live in the village?" I asked.

"Two or three years ago, her health was not good," Fozi said, "so the doctor said she should live in the village for some time so that she can get well in a fresh environment. Now she is fine, but she wants to live there."

"Who will be in your house?" I asked. A lot of time passed talking. It was dark all around. In the bus, there was only the light of the LED or the light from the small lights in the middle.

"I'll be there," Fozi said. "The maid is on leave."

I started to think to myself, This bottle of intoxication is going to be consumed by me all night. My hand slipped and came on her stomach. The touch of her stomach was very intoxicating. I kept rubbing my hand on her stomach for some time. It was a lot of fun to massage her soft body. I, from over her shirt, started to run my finger in her navel. Fozi held my hand and moved it to the side.

"Yaar, what will someone think after seeing us?" she asked.

"Everyone is busy watching the movie, my love," I said. And then I again extended my hand and put it on her breast. This time, there was also a tremor in her body. Her breasts were squeezed inside her bra. The part of her breasts that was inside the bra was hard, and a lot of her breasts were outside the bra. That part was very soft. A strange pleasure ran through my whole body. I slowly pressed her breast. This time, she didn't say anything. As soon as I pressed her breast, my penis started to create a havoc in my pants. I, in full lust, with full pleasure, was pressing her boob, and intoxication was spreading through my body. Then I put my hand inside her shirt. As soon as my hand touched her naked, smooth, soft stomach, I felt a current in my body, and a similar jolt was felt by Fozi too. The touch of her soft stomach, ufffff. Even after fucking a lot of girls, this woman's body kept attracting me. Every girl and every woman has an intoxication, whether she's black or white. It's just a matter of bodies touching. Then color and fragrance, age, everything runs away. Only bodies remain. There is lust, and after all, there is fucking. And after fucking, again fucking.

I was massaging her smooth stomach with my hand. She had adjusted her dupatta in such a way that no one would know about our movements. Anyway, there were other bombshells sitting in this bus, so there wasn't a lot of attention on us. Then I tried to put my hand in her bra.

"Ooooonhooon, Amir, stop," Fozi said. "It's a public place." But she did not hold my hand. How could I stop?

"You're very horny, rather hot," Fozi said. "Look at your pants. Your rod is visible to everyone. Stop now."

"Just for a little while, my love," I said. "It's difficult to control myself sitting with you." I started to put my hand in her bra. The lower strap of the bra was lifted up a little due to her high breasts. There must have been a half-inch space. I started to move my hand toward her breasts from there. Ufffffffffff, what an extremely soft and smooth thing! Uffffffffffff, her lustful chest, her soft breast was getting pressed under my hand. The shirt was very tight, due to which my hand was going in with great difficulty. Slowly, my whole hand went into her bra. Ufffffffffff, what a fun it was! I was getting intoxicated. My penis in my pants was jolting. I grabbed her soft boob in my hand. It was very difficult to move my hand in her tight shirt and bra. I squeezed her boob in my hand with full force. Ufffffffffff, aaaaaaahhhh, it was so much fun! Waaaa, what a soft youth! When I pressed her boob, a gasp came out of Fozi's mouth. Her breathing became fast. Her eyes had become completely red. I kept massaging her breast. Her nipple was being felt between my palm, but due to the tight shirt, I could not hold her nipple. Anti Fozi started to get restless. One of her hands slipped and came on my penis.

"You're very lustful, Amir," Fozi said. "You've made me hot. Aaaaaaah, stop now, someone will see. Sssssssssssssss, aaaaah, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, stop." With this, she squeezed my penis with full force, and this time, a gasp came out of my mouth. Fozi started to massage my penis.

"Your penis is very long and thick," she said. "Since you touched it to me, I have often remembered it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, stop." I felt that if Fozi kept twisting my penis like this and I kept pressing her boob, my fluid would come out in some time. I kissed her shoulder and pressed her boob even harder.

"Cccccccccccc," Fozi said. She was getting completely lustful. Her body was hot. Seeing her wide collar, I remembered api, whose boobs I had taken out of her collar. I pulled my hand out of her shirt. Fozi started to look at me as if she wanted my hand on her boob. I looked around. Some people were sleeping and some were busy watching TV. I put Fozi's dupatta near her collar and, hiding my hand in it, entered my hand into her shirt from the collar side. My hand easily went on her naked breast. I, like a madman, would sometimes pull one of her breasts and sometimes the other. I felt a lot like sucking Fozi's breasts. I held one of her breasts and pulled it up. After a little effort, I was successful in taking her nipple out of her collar's border. Anti had understood my intention.

"Ooooohhhhh, no, don't suck here," she said. But my glowing lips were not going to listen to anything now. Lust had taken over me. At this time, her breasts were not looking like breasts to me, but like extremely sweet bowls of honey that were filled with honey and which had to be squeezed now. I moved her dupatta to the side, and anti Fozi's red, long nipple came in front of me. Her white, filled breast, and in the middle, a red areola, and in the middle of that, a hard nipple, were challenging my masculinity. In the next moment, my lips went forward, and I started to suck her breast like a thirsty camel. I would take her whole areola and a part of her soft boob into my mouth and suck it with full force, and when her nipple would start to come out of my lips, I would again press her boob in my mouth. I made her breast feel helpless by sucking and sucking it. Fozi had closed her mouth tightly so that her gasps wouldn't come out, but still, the "pchak" sound of sucking her breast would come out. I, carefree of everything, kept sucking her boob, and anti had made my penis feel helpless by twisting it. Now, in a few moments, my fluid was about to come out. I was still sucking only one of her boobs. Then my body could not bear the heat of her soft body and the heat of the honey coming from her breast, and I started to ejaculate hard. My lips went on her breast with full force, and I kept drowning in lust. My pants had become wet. Then we both sat up straight. A lot of the journey was over. In some time, we reached her city and reached her house. Their house was very beautiful and spacious. There were a lot of rooms. She opened the lock of one room, and we entered the room.

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