14-12-2025, 12:49 AM
Ammi ab lehenga aur bra pahne huse mirror ke saamne khadi theen. Neeche unka wo bhaari, gheredaar 'Ivory Lehenga' unki kamar par kasa hua tha, jo unke hips ke shape ko perfect dikha raha tha. Aur upar... upar unke gore jism par sirf wo 'Maroon Satin Bra' thi.
Ammi ne apna lehenga apni kamar par kaafi neeche (low-waist) baandha hua tha, bilkul unke hips ki haddi (bone) par. Is wajah se unka lamba, gora midriff (pet ka hissa) poori tarah se expose ho raha tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se mirror mein saaf dekh sakta tha-unka pet bilkul sapaat (flat) aur naram tha. Aur us sapaat pet ke beechon-beech... unki wo gehri, gol nabhi (navel) saaf chamak rahi thi.
Wo nabhi kisi chhote se kuyen (well) ki tarah gehri lag rahi thi. Aas-paas ki skin makhan ki tarah chikni thi. Jab wo tez saansein le rahi theen, toh unka pet andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur wo nabhi bhi uske saath halke se hil rahi thi—kabhi sikudti, kabhi phailti.
Vishal, jo unke peeche khada tha, uski nazar bhi seedha mirror mein unki nabhi par gayi.
"Tumhari yeh navel.." Vishal ne peeche se jhuk kar, apna ek haath unke pet par rakha. Uski ungli seedha unki gehri nabhi ke andar chali gayi. "Ismein toh jaan basti hai meri."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek madhosh siski li, "Ahhh..." jab Vishal ne apni ungli unki nabhi ke andar ghumayi.
Yeh dekh kar mera gala sookh gaya. Meri maa ki nabhi... jise aaj tak maine kabhi dhang se dekha bhi nahi tha... aaj wo mere saamne mirror mein itni clear thi, aur ek gair mard uske saath khel raha tha.
Safed lehenge aur us gehri laal bra ka contrast unke doodh jaise rang par kisi aag ki tarah lag raha tha. Vishal ne mirror mein us nazaare ko dekha aur halke se apni jeebh apne honthon par pheri. "Kya combination hai Aisha..." usne Ammi ke peeche khade hokar, unke nange pet (stomach) par haath pherte hue kaha. "Neeche se dulhan... aur upar se raand."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li. "Vishal... please... " unhone fusfusaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Mirror mein jo nazaara tha, usne meri saansein rok di theen.
Woh bra unke gore jism par behad uttejak (provocative) lag rahi thi. Cups thode chote lag rahe the, kyunki unke bhaari breasts ka aadha hissa upar se ubal raha tha. Unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati mein paseene ki halki chamak thi. Unka pet (stomach) bilkul sapaat tha, aur lehenge ka naada unki nabhi (navel) ke theek neeche bandha hua tha, jo unki kamar ke curves ko aur ubhaar raha tha.
Vishal ne apne ek haath se Ammi ki thodi (chin) ko pakda aur unka chehra dherre se side mein moda, taaki wo unhein kiss kar sake. Ammi ne apni gardan tedhi ki aur peeche mud kar apne honth Vishal ke honthon par rakh diye.
Vishal unke peeche khada hokar unhein wild tareeke se kiss kar raha tha, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se ulajh rahi theen.
"Ummm..." Ammi ke munh se kiss ke beech mein hi ek dabi hui siski nikli. Nabhi mein wo chhed-chaad unhein pagal kar rahi thi. Unka pet andar ki taraf sikud gaya (contracted), jisse unki nabhi aur gehri ho gayi aur Vishal ki ungli aur andar tak dhans gayi.
Kiss karte hue aur nabhi se khelte hue, Vishal ka doosra haath dheere se upar sarka... seedha unki peeth par bandhe Maroon Bra ke hooks ki taraf.
Usne kiss toda nahi, bas Ammi ke honthon ko chooste hue hi, usne peeche se bra ke hooks ke saath khelna shuru kiya. Usne pehle hook ko pakda aur halke se kheencha.
Tick. Pehla hook khul gaya.
Bra ka strap thoda dheela hua. Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayin, unka seena tezi se upar-neeche hone laga.
Phir Vishal ne doosre hook par ungli rakhi. Ek shaitani muskurahat uske chehre par thi (jo mirror mein dikh rahi thi) jab usne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue... Tick. Doosra hook bhi khol diya.
Jaise hi hook khula, bra ka tanaav (tension) khatam ho gaya. Vishal ne kiss tod diya aur dheere se Ammi ke kaan mein fusfusaya, "Girne do ise."
Usne apne haath unke kandhon par rakhe aur bra ke straps ko neeche dhakela. Ammi ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Unhone apne haath neeche gira liye.
Wo chamakti hui Maroon Satin Bra unke smooth kandhon se phisli... unke bhare hue breasts se alag hui... aur zameen par gir gayi.
Aur ab... Mirror mein, Vishal ke theek saamne, Ammi poori tarah se topless khadi theen.
Unke gore, bhare hue breasts azaad hokar halke se hile. Dark brown nipples thandak aur excitement se akad kar sakht ho gaye the. Vishal unke peeche khada tha, aur mirror mein wo unke nange jism ko bhookhi nazron se dekh raha tha.
Us pal... waqt jaise tham gaya. Mere dimaag ke saare fuse ud gaye the.
Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine unhein hamesha dupatte mein, hi**b mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Woh meri 'Ammi' theen- pakiza, sakht, aur maryada waali. Mere liye unka jism dekhna toh door, uske baare mein sochna bhi gunaah tha.
Lekin us aaine mein jo main dekh raha tha... wo nazaara mere dimaag par kisi hathode ki tarah laga. Wo tasveer hamesha ke liye mere zehan mein chap gayi.
Ek ajeeb sa current mere poore jism mein daud gaya-adhe darr ka, aadhe excitement ka. Yeh wo cheez thi jo mere liye 'haraam' thi, jo 'forbidden' thi. Par us 'mana' kiye gaye nazaare ko dekhne ki jo dark fascination thi, usne mujhe jakad liya tha.
Mujhe khud par ghinn aa rahi thi, darr lag raha tha, par main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Main statue bana baitha raha, saans roke hue. Us pal main bhool gaya ki wo meri maa hain... mujhe bas ek khoobsurat, nangi aurat dikh rahi thi jo apni hawas mein kisi aur ke liye taiyaar khadi thi. Aur yeh sachai mujhe andar se tode ja rahi thi.
Vishal ne fauran apne haath aage badhaye aur peeche se hi unke dono nange breasts ko apni hatheliyon mein bhar liya (cupped them). "Uff... Aisha..." usne unke nipples ko apne angoothon se masalte hue kaha. "Kitne round aur soft hai tere mammey….Inhein dekh kar toh main mar hi jaunga."
Ammi ne apni gardan peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira di aur ek madhosh siski li-"Aaaahhh..."
Vishal ke haath rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Woh Ammi ke bhare hue breasts ko aate (dough) ki tarah masal raha tha. Kabhi wo unhein neeche se support deta, toh kabhi apni hatheliyon se unhein poora cover karke zor se daba deta (squeezed hard).
"Ssshh... aahhh... Vishal..." Ammi ki aankhein band theen aur wo nasha unke poore chehre par dikh raha tha. Unhone apne dono haath peeche le jaakar Vishal ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uska sarr apni gardan par dabaya.
Vishal ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Sach mein Aisha... inhein toh chupa kar rakhna gunaah hai. Dekho kaise akad gaye hain tumhare nipples... mere liye?"
Usne apni ungliyon ki pakad thodi dheeli ki aur sirf apne angoothon (thumbs) se unke dark brown, tanaav-bhare nipples ko ragadna shuru kiya. Wo unhein circle mein rub kar raha tha, aur kabhi-kabhi halka sa pinch (nochna) kar raha tha.
Ammi ke jism mein current sa daud gaya. Unki nangi chhati (chest) tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
"Mmmm... haan... wahaan... zor se..." Ammi ne be-sharam hokar whisper kiya. "Boht sensitive ho gaye hain aaj..."
Yeh sunkar Vishal aur bhi wild ho gaya. Usne Ammi ko kamar se pakad kar aur zor se apne groin (crotch) par chipkaya.
"Sensitive hain? Ruko abhi batata hoon..."
Usne ek haath se Ammi ke dono breasts ko beech mein kheencha (pushed them together) taaki unki cleavage aur gehri ho jaye, aur phir jhuk kar unki nangi gardan aur kandhe ke beech ki jagah par zor se kaat liya (bit hard).
"Aiiiii...!" Ammi tadap uthin, par unhone hatne ki bajaye apni peeth ko modkar (arched her back) apne nange boobs ko aur upar utha diya, seedha Vishal ke haathon mein.
Main almari ke andar se yeh sab dekh raha tha, aur meri haalat kharaab thi. Meri maa, jo hamesha sharam-o-haya ki moorat banti theen, abhi ek janwar ki tarah apni hawas poori karwa rahi theen. Unke gore boobs par Vishal ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan padne lage the. Wo nazaara behad ganda tha, par utna hi hypnotic bhi.
Vishal ki aankhon mein ab wo deewanapan aa chuka tha jise rokna namumkin tha.
"Ab bas..." Vishal gurraya. "Ab aur intezaar nahi hota."
Ammi ne apna lehenga apni kamar par kaafi neeche (low-waist) baandha hua tha, bilkul unke hips ki haddi (bone) par. Is wajah se unka lamba, gora midriff (pet ka hissa) poori tarah se expose ho raha tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se mirror mein saaf dekh sakta tha-unka pet bilkul sapaat (flat) aur naram tha. Aur us sapaat pet ke beechon-beech... unki wo gehri, gol nabhi (navel) saaf chamak rahi thi.
Wo nabhi kisi chhote se kuyen (well) ki tarah gehri lag rahi thi. Aas-paas ki skin makhan ki tarah chikni thi. Jab wo tez saansein le rahi theen, toh unka pet andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur wo nabhi bhi uske saath halke se hil rahi thi—kabhi sikudti, kabhi phailti.
Vishal, jo unke peeche khada tha, uski nazar bhi seedha mirror mein unki nabhi par gayi.
"Tumhari yeh navel.." Vishal ne peeche se jhuk kar, apna ek haath unke pet par rakha. Uski ungli seedha unki gehri nabhi ke andar chali gayi. "Ismein toh jaan basti hai meri."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek madhosh siski li, "Ahhh..." jab Vishal ne apni ungli unki nabhi ke andar ghumayi.
Yeh dekh kar mera gala sookh gaya. Meri maa ki nabhi... jise aaj tak maine kabhi dhang se dekha bhi nahi tha... aaj wo mere saamne mirror mein itni clear thi, aur ek gair mard uske saath khel raha tha.
Safed lehenge aur us gehri laal bra ka contrast unke doodh jaise rang par kisi aag ki tarah lag raha tha. Vishal ne mirror mein us nazaare ko dekha aur halke se apni jeebh apne honthon par pheri. "Kya combination hai Aisha..." usne Ammi ke peeche khade hokar, unke nange pet (stomach) par haath pherte hue kaha. "Neeche se dulhan... aur upar se raand."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li. "Vishal... please... " unhone fusfusaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Mirror mein jo nazaara tha, usne meri saansein rok di theen.
Woh bra unke gore jism par behad uttejak (provocative) lag rahi thi. Cups thode chote lag rahe the, kyunki unke bhaari breasts ka aadha hissa upar se ubal raha tha. Unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati mein paseene ki halki chamak thi. Unka pet (stomach) bilkul sapaat tha, aur lehenge ka naada unki nabhi (navel) ke theek neeche bandha hua tha, jo unki kamar ke curves ko aur ubhaar raha tha.
Vishal ne apne ek haath se Ammi ki thodi (chin) ko pakda aur unka chehra dherre se side mein moda, taaki wo unhein kiss kar sake. Ammi ne apni gardan tedhi ki aur peeche mud kar apne honth Vishal ke honthon par rakh diye.
Vishal unke peeche khada hokar unhein wild tareeke se kiss kar raha tha, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se ulajh rahi theen.
"Ummm..." Ammi ke munh se kiss ke beech mein hi ek dabi hui siski nikli. Nabhi mein wo chhed-chaad unhein pagal kar rahi thi. Unka pet andar ki taraf sikud gaya (contracted), jisse unki nabhi aur gehri ho gayi aur Vishal ki ungli aur andar tak dhans gayi.
Kiss karte hue aur nabhi se khelte hue, Vishal ka doosra haath dheere se upar sarka... seedha unki peeth par bandhe Maroon Bra ke hooks ki taraf.
Usne kiss toda nahi, bas Ammi ke honthon ko chooste hue hi, usne peeche se bra ke hooks ke saath khelna shuru kiya. Usne pehle hook ko pakda aur halke se kheencha.
Tick. Pehla hook khul gaya.
Bra ka strap thoda dheela hua. Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayin, unka seena tezi se upar-neeche hone laga.
Phir Vishal ne doosre hook par ungli rakhi. Ek shaitani muskurahat uske chehre par thi (jo mirror mein dikh rahi thi) jab usne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue... Tick. Doosra hook bhi khol diya.
Jaise hi hook khula, bra ka tanaav (tension) khatam ho gaya. Vishal ne kiss tod diya aur dheere se Ammi ke kaan mein fusfusaya, "Girne do ise."
Usne apne haath unke kandhon par rakhe aur bra ke straps ko neeche dhakela. Ammi ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Unhone apne haath neeche gira liye.
Wo chamakti hui Maroon Satin Bra unke smooth kandhon se phisli... unke bhare hue breasts se alag hui... aur zameen par gir gayi.
Aur ab... Mirror mein, Vishal ke theek saamne, Ammi poori tarah se topless khadi theen.
Unke gore, bhare hue breasts azaad hokar halke se hile. Dark brown nipples thandak aur excitement se akad kar sakht ho gaye the. Vishal unke peeche khada tha, aur mirror mein wo unke nange jism ko bhookhi nazron se dekh raha tha.
Us pal... waqt jaise tham gaya. Mere dimaag ke saare fuse ud gaye the.
Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine unhein hamesha dupatte mein, hi**b mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Woh meri 'Ammi' theen- pakiza, sakht, aur maryada waali. Mere liye unka jism dekhna toh door, uske baare mein sochna bhi gunaah tha.
Lekin us aaine mein jo main dekh raha tha... wo nazaara mere dimaag par kisi hathode ki tarah laga. Wo tasveer hamesha ke liye mere zehan mein chap gayi.
Ek ajeeb sa current mere poore jism mein daud gaya-adhe darr ka, aadhe excitement ka. Yeh wo cheez thi jo mere liye 'haraam' thi, jo 'forbidden' thi. Par us 'mana' kiye gaye nazaare ko dekhne ki jo dark fascination thi, usne mujhe jakad liya tha.
Mujhe khud par ghinn aa rahi thi, darr lag raha tha, par main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Main statue bana baitha raha, saans roke hue. Us pal main bhool gaya ki wo meri maa hain... mujhe bas ek khoobsurat, nangi aurat dikh rahi thi jo apni hawas mein kisi aur ke liye taiyaar khadi thi. Aur yeh sachai mujhe andar se tode ja rahi thi.
Vishal ne fauran apne haath aage badhaye aur peeche se hi unke dono nange breasts ko apni hatheliyon mein bhar liya (cupped them). "Uff... Aisha..." usne unke nipples ko apne angoothon se masalte hue kaha. "Kitne round aur soft hai tere mammey….Inhein dekh kar toh main mar hi jaunga."
Ammi ne apni gardan peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira di aur ek madhosh siski li-"Aaaahhh..."
Vishal ke haath rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Woh Ammi ke bhare hue breasts ko aate (dough) ki tarah masal raha tha. Kabhi wo unhein neeche se support deta, toh kabhi apni hatheliyon se unhein poora cover karke zor se daba deta (squeezed hard).
"Ssshh... aahhh... Vishal..." Ammi ki aankhein band theen aur wo nasha unke poore chehre par dikh raha tha. Unhone apne dono haath peeche le jaakar Vishal ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uska sarr apni gardan par dabaya.
Vishal ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Sach mein Aisha... inhein toh chupa kar rakhna gunaah hai. Dekho kaise akad gaye hain tumhare nipples... mere liye?"
Usne apni ungliyon ki pakad thodi dheeli ki aur sirf apne angoothon (thumbs) se unke dark brown, tanaav-bhare nipples ko ragadna shuru kiya. Wo unhein circle mein rub kar raha tha, aur kabhi-kabhi halka sa pinch (nochna) kar raha tha.
Ammi ke jism mein current sa daud gaya. Unki nangi chhati (chest) tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
"Mmmm... haan... wahaan... zor se..." Ammi ne be-sharam hokar whisper kiya. "Boht sensitive ho gaye hain aaj..."
Yeh sunkar Vishal aur bhi wild ho gaya. Usne Ammi ko kamar se pakad kar aur zor se apne groin (crotch) par chipkaya.
"Sensitive hain? Ruko abhi batata hoon..."
Usne ek haath se Ammi ke dono breasts ko beech mein kheencha (pushed them together) taaki unki cleavage aur gehri ho jaye, aur phir jhuk kar unki nangi gardan aur kandhe ke beech ki jagah par zor se kaat liya (bit hard).
"Aiiiii...!" Ammi tadap uthin, par unhone hatne ki bajaye apni peeth ko modkar (arched her back) apne nange boobs ko aur upar utha diya, seedha Vishal ke haathon mein.
Main almari ke andar se yeh sab dekh raha tha, aur meri haalat kharaab thi. Meri maa, jo hamesha sharam-o-haya ki moorat banti theen, abhi ek janwar ki tarah apni hawas poori karwa rahi theen. Unke gore boobs par Vishal ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan padne lage the. Wo nazaara behad ganda tha, par utna hi hypnotic bhi.
Vishal ki aankhon mein ab wo deewanapan aa chuka tha jise rokna namumkin tha.
"Ab bas..." Vishal gurraya. "Ab aur intezaar nahi hota."
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