04-10-2026, 01:11 PM
NEW UPDATE
Me subah 7 baje apne ghar se nikal rahi thi. College ke liye late ho raha tha. Neeli jeans aur tight white kurta pehni hui thi. Kurta ka deep neck uske bade-bade boobs ko ache se dikha raha tha. Woh seedhe niche aa rahi thi ki baju wale uncle ke ghar se ek teez rona sunai diya.
Woh ruk gayi. Uncle ka 8 mahine ka beta Rohan zor-zor se ro raha tha. Uske maa sirf 4 din pehle guzar gayi thi. Cancer se. Poora mohalla dukhi tha, lekin ab baccha bechara maa ke doodh ke liye tarap raha tha.
Anita ne socha, “Chalo dekh leti hoon.” Woh uncle ke darwaze ke paas gayi. Darwaza half open tha. Usne knock kiya.
“Uncle… main Anita. Kya hua?”
Andar se uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Aaja beta… Rohan nahi man raha.”
Anita andar gayi. Chhoti si baithak mein uncle sofe par baithe the. Unke haath mein bottle thi, lekin Rohan usko nahi le raha tha. Baccha unke kandhe par latak kar zor-zor se raha tha. Uncle ke chehre par thakan thi. Unki umar 42-43 ke around thi. Strong body, thodi si pet, lekin abhi bhi attractive. Unhone pajama pehna hua tha aur upar sirf baniyan.
Anita ne Rohan ko dekha. Baccha laal-laal ho rakha tha rone se. Uske chhote-chhote haath hawa mein hil rahe the.
“Uncle, doodh nahi le raha?” Anita ne pucha, apni awaaz mein soft sympathy daalte hue.
Uncle ne sir hilaya. “Nahi beta… 2 ghante se try kar raha hoon. Bottle se bhi nahi peeta. Bechara maa ko yaad karta hai shayad.”
Anita ke dil mein kuchh hil gaya. Woh aage badhi. “Main try karoon?”
Uncle ne uski taraf dekha. Unki nazar thodi der ke liye Anita ke boobs par atak gayi. White kurta mein uske full round boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Unhone jaldi se nazar hata li, lekin Anita ne dekh liya.
“Haan… try kar lo,” uncle ne kaha, awaaz thodi si bhaari ho gayi.
Anita ne Rohan ko apni godi mein le liya. Baccha ab bhi raha tha. Uske chhote munh se “maa… maa…” jaisi awaazein nikal rahi thi. Anita ne usko apne seene se sata liya. Bacche ka munh uske kurta ke upar se uske left breast ko dhoondh raha tha.
Anita ke andar ek ajeeb si feeling uthne lagi. Woh thoda shy hui, lekin usne decide kiya. Usne apne right haath se apne kurta ka button khola. Ek… do… teen. Kurta ka upar wala hissa khul gaya. Uske full, soft, creamy white boobs bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye. Black bra thi, jo uske heavy boobs ko barely cover kar pa rahi thi.
Uncle ki saansen ruk gayi. Unki aankhein seedhe Anita ke open cleavage aur bra ke upar se nikalte hue soft flesh par atak gayi.
Anita ne bra ka cup thoda side kiya. Uske left nipple bilkul nanga ho gaya – dark pink, thoda sa bada, soft. Usne Rohan ke munh ko us nipple ke paas le gayi.
Bacche ne turant chusna shuru kar diya. Zor se. Jaise koi bhookha ho.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se halki si awaaz nikal gayi. Bacche ka munh garam aur geela tha. Woh uske nipple ko poori tarah se munh mein leke chus raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi halka sa daant se daba bhi raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul chup the. Unki nazar Anita ke nange breast par atki hui thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise baccha uske soft boob ko chus raha hai. Kaise Anita ka boob thoda sa hil raha hai chusne se. Kaise uske dusre breast bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye hain.
Anita ne apni aankhein uthayi. Uncle usko ghoor rahe the. Unki nazar bilkul uske nange nipple aur bacche ke munh par thi. Anita ke cheeks laal ho gaye, lekin usne kurta nahi band ki.
Rohan zor-zor se chus raha tha, lekin doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ke boobs mein doodh nahi tha. Woh virgin thi, kabhi pregnant nahi hui thi. Baccha frustrate hote hote aur zor se chusne laga.
“Ahh… dheere…” Anita ne halki si awaaz nikaali. Uske nipple ab sensitive ho chuke the. Bacche ke chusne se halka sa dard aur pleasure mix ho raha tha.
Uncle ne apni position change ki. Woh sofe par aise baithe ki unka lower body saaf dikh raha tha. Unke pajame mein ek lambi, moti, hard line ban chuki thi. Unka lund bilkul khada ho chuka tha. Thick shaft pajame ke kapde ko upar utha raha tha. Tip ke paas ek geela sa dag bhi dikh raha tha – precum se.
Anita ki nazar wahan chali gayi. Uske munh se halki si saans nikal gayi. Woh dekh rahi thi uncle ka bada, hard lund pajame ke andar se. Kitna mota lag raha tha. Kitna lamba.
Uncle ne bhi dekh liya ki Anita unke lund ko dekh rahi hai. Unhone koi sharam nahi ki. Balki unhone apna ek haath dheere se apne thigh par rakh diya, jisse unka hard bulge aur clearly dikhne laga.
Rohan ab bhi chus raha tha, lekin ab rone laga kyunki doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ne usko thoda alag kiya. Uske nipple ab geele the, thode se swollen.
“Doodh nahi aa raha uncle…” Anita ne soft awaaz mein kaha. Uske boobs ab bhi bahar the. Ek bra se nanga, dusra almost nanga.
Uncle ne aage badh kar bottle uthayi. “Bottle se pila…”
Anita ne bottle li. Usne Rohan ko apni godi mein adjust kiya, lekin usne apna kurta nahi bandha. Uske dono boobs ab almost nange the. Bra ke cups dono side ho chuke the. Uske full, heavy, soft breasts uncle ke saamne bilkul open the. Pink nipples khade the, thode se geele.
Woh bottle se Rohan ko doodh pilane lagi. Baccha ab shaant hote hote pee raha tha. Anita ka ek haath bottle pakde hue tha, dusra haath uske apne right breast ko lightly support kar raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul close aa gaye the. Woh Anita ke bilkul bagal mein baithe the. Unki nazar continuously uske nange boobs par thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise uske soft flesh bottle ke saath hil rahe hain. Kaise uske nipples ab bhi thode se khade hain.
“Bahut bade hain tere…” uncle ne achanak dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein lust saaf tha.
Anita ki aankhein unki taraf uthin. “Uncle…”
“Dekh raha hoon subah se,” uncle ne continue kiya. Unka haath ab apne hard lund par halka sa ragar raha tha pajame ke upar se. “Itne soft… itne full. Baccha jab chus raha tha na… mera lund bilkul paththar ho gaya.”
Anita ke boobs mein halki si thartharahat ho gayi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin usne apne boobs cover nahi kiye. Balki usne thoda sa apna seena aage kiya.
“Uncle… aap dekh rahe the…” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.
“Haan. Tere nipple ko… kaise baccha munh mein le raha tha. Kitna soft lag raha hoga.” Uncle ne ab apna pajama thoda neeche kiya. Unka bada, mota, dark lund bahar nikal aaya. Fully hard. Nasein saaf dikh rahi thin. Sir par ek moti drop of precum chamak rahi thi.
Anita ki aankhein phail gayin. Woh dekhti rahi uncle ke lund ko. Kitna bada tha. Uske haath se bhi mota.
Rohan ab dheere-dheere so raha tha bottle peekar. Anita ne usko carefully sofe par lita diya. Ab dono ke beech sirf thodi si doori thi.
Uncle ne apna haath aage badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne dheere se Anita ke left breast ko chhua. Soft, garam, heavy.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se awaaz nikal gayi.
Uncle ne uske boob ko pure haath se pakad liya. Masla. Weight feel kiya. Phir unhone uske nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Itna soft… aur ye nipple… abhi bhi geela hai bacche ke munh se.”
Anita ki saansen tez ho gayi. Woh uncle ke lund ko dekh rahi thi jo ab unke haath ke bilkul paas tha. Unhone apna haath uncle ke lund par rakh diya. Garam. Hard. Pulsating.
“Uncle… ye… bahut bada hai…” usne kaha, awaaz mein sharam aur excitement dono.
Uncle ne uske dusre breast ko bhi pakad liya. Ab dono haathon se uske boobs masal rahe the. Kabhi upar se, kabhi neeche se, kabhi nipples ko tightly pinch karke.
“Roz subah aise hi aa jaaya kar,” uncle ne kaha, unki awaaz ab bilkul heavy thi. “Rohan ko doodh pila… aur main tera ye doodh nikalta rahunga.”
Anita ne uncle ke lund ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Uske soft haath se unka mota lund aur hard ho gaya.
Uncle ne jhuk kar uske ek nipple ko munh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Bilkul waise jaise Rohan chus raha tha, lekin adult tarike se – jeebh se ghumate hue, daant se lightly kaatte hue.
“Ahhh… Uncle… aahh…” Anita ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Uske haath mein uncle ka lund aur tez move karne laga.
Woh dono aise hi rahe – Anita ke nange, heavy boobs uncle ke munh aur haathon mein, unka bada hard lund Anita ke soft haath mein, aur sofe par soya hua baccha.
Bahut der baad uncle ne uske nipple ko chhodte hue kaha, “Aaj college mat ja… yahin ruk. Poora din main tera ye doodh piunga… aur tu mera.”
Anita ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya. Uske boobs ab laal pad chuke the chusne aur masalne se. Nipples swollen the.
Me subah 7 baje apne ghar se nikal rahi thi. College ke liye late ho raha tha. Neeli jeans aur tight white kurta pehni hui thi. Kurta ka deep neck uske bade-bade boobs ko ache se dikha raha tha. Woh seedhe niche aa rahi thi ki baju wale uncle ke ghar se ek teez rona sunai diya.
Woh ruk gayi. Uncle ka 8 mahine ka beta Rohan zor-zor se ro raha tha. Uske maa sirf 4 din pehle guzar gayi thi. Cancer se. Poora mohalla dukhi tha, lekin ab baccha bechara maa ke doodh ke liye tarap raha tha.
Anita ne socha, “Chalo dekh leti hoon.” Woh uncle ke darwaze ke paas gayi. Darwaza half open tha. Usne knock kiya.
“Uncle… main Anita. Kya hua?”
Andar se uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Aaja beta… Rohan nahi man raha.”
Anita andar gayi. Chhoti si baithak mein uncle sofe par baithe the. Unke haath mein bottle thi, lekin Rohan usko nahi le raha tha. Baccha unke kandhe par latak kar zor-zor se raha tha. Uncle ke chehre par thakan thi. Unki umar 42-43 ke around thi. Strong body, thodi si pet, lekin abhi bhi attractive. Unhone pajama pehna hua tha aur upar sirf baniyan.
Anita ne Rohan ko dekha. Baccha laal-laal ho rakha tha rone se. Uske chhote-chhote haath hawa mein hil rahe the.
“Uncle, doodh nahi le raha?” Anita ne pucha, apni awaaz mein soft sympathy daalte hue.
Uncle ne sir hilaya. “Nahi beta… 2 ghante se try kar raha hoon. Bottle se bhi nahi peeta. Bechara maa ko yaad karta hai shayad.”
Anita ke dil mein kuchh hil gaya. Woh aage badhi. “Main try karoon?”
Uncle ne uski taraf dekha. Unki nazar thodi der ke liye Anita ke boobs par atak gayi. White kurta mein uske full round boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Unhone jaldi se nazar hata li, lekin Anita ne dekh liya.
“Haan… try kar lo,” uncle ne kaha, awaaz thodi si bhaari ho gayi.
Anita ne Rohan ko apni godi mein le liya. Baccha ab bhi raha tha. Uske chhote munh se “maa… maa…” jaisi awaazein nikal rahi thi. Anita ne usko apne seene se sata liya. Bacche ka munh uske kurta ke upar se uske left breast ko dhoondh raha tha.
Anita ke andar ek ajeeb si feeling uthne lagi. Woh thoda shy hui, lekin usne decide kiya. Usne apne right haath se apne kurta ka button khola. Ek… do… teen. Kurta ka upar wala hissa khul gaya. Uske full, soft, creamy white boobs bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye. Black bra thi, jo uske heavy boobs ko barely cover kar pa rahi thi.
Uncle ki saansen ruk gayi. Unki aankhein seedhe Anita ke open cleavage aur bra ke upar se nikalte hue soft flesh par atak gayi.
Anita ne bra ka cup thoda side kiya. Uske left nipple bilkul nanga ho gaya – dark pink, thoda sa bada, soft. Usne Rohan ke munh ko us nipple ke paas le gayi.
Bacche ne turant chusna shuru kar diya. Zor se. Jaise koi bhookha ho.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se halki si awaaz nikal gayi. Bacche ka munh garam aur geela tha. Woh uske nipple ko poori tarah se munh mein leke chus raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi halka sa daant se daba bhi raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul chup the. Unki nazar Anita ke nange breast par atki hui thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise baccha uske soft boob ko chus raha hai. Kaise Anita ka boob thoda sa hil raha hai chusne se. Kaise uske dusre breast bra ke andar se almost nikal aaye hain.
Anita ne apni aankhein uthayi. Uncle usko ghoor rahe the. Unki nazar bilkul uske nange nipple aur bacche ke munh par thi. Anita ke cheeks laal ho gaye, lekin usne kurta nahi band ki.
Rohan zor-zor se chus raha tha, lekin doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ke boobs mein doodh nahi tha. Woh virgin thi, kabhi pregnant nahi hui thi. Baccha frustrate hote hote aur zor se chusne laga.
“Ahh… dheere…” Anita ne halki si awaaz nikaali. Uske nipple ab sensitive ho chuke the. Bacche ke chusne se halka sa dard aur pleasure mix ho raha tha.
Uncle ne apni position change ki. Woh sofe par aise baithe ki unka lower body saaf dikh raha tha. Unke pajame mein ek lambi, moti, hard line ban chuki thi. Unka lund bilkul khada ho chuka tha. Thick shaft pajame ke kapde ko upar utha raha tha. Tip ke paas ek geela sa dag bhi dikh raha tha – precum se.
Anita ki nazar wahan chali gayi. Uske munh se halki si saans nikal gayi. Woh dekh rahi thi uncle ka bada, hard lund pajame ke andar se. Kitna mota lag raha tha. Kitna lamba.
Uncle ne bhi dekh liya ki Anita unke lund ko dekh rahi hai. Unhone koi sharam nahi ki. Balki unhone apna ek haath dheere se apne thigh par rakh diya, jisse unka hard bulge aur clearly dikhne laga.
Rohan ab bhi chus raha tha, lekin ab rone laga kyunki doodh nahi aa raha tha. Anita ne usko thoda alag kiya. Uske nipple ab geele the, thode se swollen.
“Doodh nahi aa raha uncle…” Anita ne soft awaaz mein kaha. Uske boobs ab bhi bahar the. Ek bra se nanga, dusra almost nanga.
Uncle ne aage badh kar bottle uthayi. “Bottle se pila…”
Anita ne bottle li. Usne Rohan ko apni godi mein adjust kiya, lekin usne apna kurta nahi bandha. Uske dono boobs ab almost nange the. Bra ke cups dono side ho chuke the. Uske full, heavy, soft breasts uncle ke saamne bilkul open the. Pink nipples khade the, thode se geele.
Woh bottle se Rohan ko doodh pilane lagi. Baccha ab shaant hote hote pee raha tha. Anita ka ek haath bottle pakde hue tha, dusra haath uske apne right breast ko lightly support kar raha tha.
Uncle ab bilkul close aa gaye the. Woh Anita ke bilkul bagal mein baithe the. Unki nazar continuously uske nange boobs par thi. Woh dekh rahe the kaise uske soft flesh bottle ke saath hil rahe hain. Kaise uske nipples ab bhi thode se khade hain.
“Bahut bade hain tere…” uncle ne achanak dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein lust saaf tha.
Anita ki aankhein unki taraf uthin. “Uncle…”
“Dekh raha hoon subah se,” uncle ne continue kiya. Unka haath ab apne hard lund par halka sa ragar raha tha pajame ke upar se. “Itne soft… itne full. Baccha jab chus raha tha na… mera lund bilkul paththar ho gaya.”
Anita ke boobs mein halki si thartharahat ho gayi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin usne apne boobs cover nahi kiye. Balki usne thoda sa apna seena aage kiya.
“Uncle… aap dekh rahe the…” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.
“Haan. Tere nipple ko… kaise baccha munh mein le raha tha. Kitna soft lag raha hoga.” Uncle ne ab apna pajama thoda neeche kiya. Unka bada, mota, dark lund bahar nikal aaya. Fully hard. Nasein saaf dikh rahi thin. Sir par ek moti drop of precum chamak rahi thi.
Anita ki aankhein phail gayin. Woh dekhti rahi uncle ke lund ko. Kitna bada tha. Uske haath se bhi mota.
Rohan ab dheere-dheere so raha tha bottle peekar. Anita ne usko carefully sofe par lita diya. Ab dono ke beech sirf thodi si doori thi.
Uncle ne apna haath aage badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne dheere se Anita ke left breast ko chhua. Soft, garam, heavy.
“Ahh…” Anita ke munh se awaaz nikal gayi.
Uncle ne uske boob ko pure haath se pakad liya. Masla. Weight feel kiya. Phir unhone uske nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Itna soft… aur ye nipple… abhi bhi geela hai bacche ke munh se.”
Anita ki saansen tez ho gayi. Woh uncle ke lund ko dekh rahi thi jo ab unke haath ke bilkul paas tha. Unhone apna haath uncle ke lund par rakh diya. Garam. Hard. Pulsating.
“Uncle… ye… bahut bada hai…” usne kaha, awaaz mein sharam aur excitement dono.
Uncle ne uske dusre breast ko bhi pakad liya. Ab dono haathon se uske boobs masal rahe the. Kabhi upar se, kabhi neeche se, kabhi nipples ko tightly pinch karke.
“Roz subah aise hi aa jaaya kar,” uncle ne kaha, unki awaaz ab bilkul heavy thi. “Rohan ko doodh pila… aur main tera ye doodh nikalta rahunga.”
Anita ne uncle ke lund ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Uske soft haath se unka mota lund aur hard ho gaya.
Uncle ne jhuk kar uske ek nipple ko munh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Bilkul waise jaise Rohan chus raha tha, lekin adult tarike se – jeebh se ghumate hue, daant se lightly kaatte hue.
“Ahhh… Uncle… aahh…” Anita ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Uske haath mein uncle ka lund aur tez move karne laga.
Woh dono aise hi rahe – Anita ke nange, heavy boobs uncle ke munh aur haathon mein, unka bada hard lund Anita ke soft haath mein, aur sofe par soya hua baccha.
Bahut der baad uncle ne uske nipple ko chhodte hue kaha, “Aaj college mat ja… yahin ruk. Poora din main tera ye doodh piunga… aur tu mera.”
Anita ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya. Uske boobs ab laal pad chuke the chusne aur masalne se. Nipples swollen the.
ANITA PATEL
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