06-08-2026, 04:42 PM
Hi friends this is my first story on this platform. Maine ye story bohot pehle kisi aur site pe padhi thi ab bas usi story ko thoda better way me yahan likh raha hu, hope you all like it.
Mera naam Arya hai. main 18 saal ka hun, meri height 6-fut-2-inch hai, aur mera vazan 95 kilo hai. main sirf ek ladka nahin hun; main ek powerhouse hun, ek janwar jo ek kamre mein ghusta hai toh use apna bana leta hai. jo main aapko batane wala hun, wah koi entertainment ke liye banai gai imaginary kahani nahin hai; yah Meri aur meri Maa jyoti ki zindagi ka nanga sach hai. hamare parivar mein 4 log hain—
Papa Satish, jo 52 saal ke hain aur apni hi duniya mein khushi-khushi khoe rahte han, apni naak ke neeche chal rahe toofan se bekhbar.
phir mera chhota bhai Anil hai, sirf aur bilkul masoom. aur fir... aur phir Meri Maa, Jyoti. Wo hi is uljhi hui kahani ki asli heroine hain, mere dark obsession ka senter.
Maa 36 saal ki hain, lekin sach kahoon toh, woh ekdum zabardast Maal hai. woh Alia Bhatt jaisi dikhti hai. lekin unke shareer mein Alia se bhi doguni sundarta aur raw attraction hai. woh chhoti kad ki hai—mushkil se 4.5 feet lambi—lakin unka shareer bahut zyada sudaul hai, jaise Bhagwan ne baki ki aurto ke sath nainsafi ki ho.
unke boobs doodh se bhare matke jaise dikhte hain jinhen dheere se dabaya gaya ho; ve gol, mote aur itne ubhre hue hain ki jo koi bhi unhen dekhta hai, wah turant mohit ho jata hai. Unke boobs unke blouse ke kapde se satkar khinchte hai, sabka dhyan khinchte hai. aur unki gaand... yar, bus ek nazar dalo—wo itni sudaul aur bhari hui hai ki koi bhi bus use pakadna chahe, zor se dabana chahe, aur kabhi chhodana na chahe.
Maa ka shareer unki lambai ke hisab se bahut bhara-pura hai, isiliye maine unka nickname (bakri) rakha hai. Kyuki bakri bohot chhoti janwar hai, lekin uske than bahut bade, bhari aur vazan se latakte hue hote han. meri Maa bhi bilkul vaisi hi hai—chhota-sa shreer, lekin unke shareer ke ang aise hain jinhen dekhkar muh mein pani aa jaye.
Bachpan se hi main thoda galat kism ka raha hun. galat logon ke saath ghumna-firna, sadkon par jhagde karna aur logon ko pitna—yahi sab meri aadat thi. Aur mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata tha, jaise sukhi tahni jhatke se toot jaati hai. mujhe jo chahiye hota tha, main use pakar hi rahata tha; ek baar jo thaan leta, use pura karke hi dam leta tha, chahe usse kisi ko bhi nuksan kyon na pahunche. mere dost bhi mujhse darte the kyonki main 95 kilo vazan wala ek danav, muscular insaan tha aur mujhe apni takat ka istemaal karna bakhubi aata tha.
Ek din, jab main ghar aaya, toh Maa ne darwaza khola. aur us pal woh jis tarah dikh rahi thi—yaaaar, main bus dekhta hi rah gaya, meri aankhen un par tik gain. unke 33D boobs, woh patli 26-inch ki kamar, aur 32-inch ki gol gaand—sab kuch itna sudaul aur sexy tha, ki mera man kiya ki bus unhen wahin darwaze par apne hathon mein le lun. unka rang doodh jaisa safed tha, jo dopahar ki roshni mein chamak raha tha, aur unke chehre par Alia Bhatt jaisa masoom nikhaar tha.
Jab unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekha, toh Maa ne sharmate hue apni sadi ke pallu se apne boobs dhak liye, aur use jaldi se apni chhati par khinch liya kyonki wah jaanti thi ki main unhe havas bhari nazron se dekhta hun. wah jaanti thi ki main unke liye kitna bhukha hun.
"toh, tum wapas aa gaye... tum khana khaoge ya nahin?" Maa ne puchha, unki awaaz thodi kamp rahi thi, wah normal dikhne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin nakam rahi.
Papa andar dining table par baithkar khana kha rahe the. mujhe andar aate dekh unhone sir uthaya—muh mein nivala bhara hua tha—aur bole, "toh, doston ke saath ghum-firkar aakhirkaar tum wapas aa hi gaye... koi dhang ka kaam kyon nahin karte? tum bus ek aalsi insaan ban gaye ho jo bas bekar ghumta rahata hai."
Papa ki woh baat sunte hi maine apni aankhen band kar lin. us baat ne mere swabhiman ko gahri chot pahunchai. mere andar gusse ki aag bhadak uthi, jo bahut tez aur bekabu thi. maine unse ek shabd bhi nahin kaha; bus gusse mein apne bedroom ki or chala gaya aur zor se darwaza band kar liya. Maa ne mujhe dekha, par kuch nahin kaha; shayad unhen bhi ehsaas ho gaya tha ki main bahut gusse mein hoon aur unhen pata tha ki kisi bhadke hue Janwar ko aur uksana theek nahin hoga.
Thodi der bad, Papa ne khana khaya aur bahar chale gaye. ghar mein sannata chha gaya, bus kitchen mein Maa ke idhar-udhar ghumne ki aawazen aa rahi thin. main bistar par leta chhat ke pankhe ko ghurte hue sochne laga... Papa ko bus mujhe pareshan karna aur neecha dikhana aata hai. unhen yah samajh nahin aata ki ab main ek mard ban chuka hun, koi chhota baccha nahin. mujhe unse badla lena hai, par kaise? tabhi, mere dimag mein ek teekha aur khatarnak khyal aaya....
kisi bhi mard ke liye uski patni uski sabse kimati cheez, uski izzat hoti hai. aur meri Mummy... sach kahoon to, meri Maa toh ek dum lajawab hain. koi bevkuf hi hoga jo itni khoobsurat aur sexy aurat ko apne haath se jaane dega. main soch raha tha ki ese maal ko jaane dena bahut badi galti hogi, lekin mere liye ab wo mere badle ka zariya bhi thin.
Sirf Maa ke baare mein sochkar hi mera dimaag tezi se chalne laga aur mera khoon khaulne laga. mujhe unke saath sex karne ki zabardast talab hone lagi—ek gahri, tadpa dene wali chahat. main sochne laga ki main unhen kaise chodu... kaise unki chut faadkar apna land unke andar itni gahrai tak daalu ki wo mera naam chillane lagen.
Lekin Maa mujhse bahut darti bhi thin kyonki maine ek baar un par haath uthaya tha. do mahine pahle, wo meri aadaton ko lekar hamesha mujhe tokti rehti thin; isse mujhe gussa aata tha, lekin Papa ki vajah se main chup rahata tha. ek din baat had se zyada badh gai. Wo mujhe lecture dena band hi nahin kar rahi thin. maine tay kiya ki unhen dikhana hoga ki ghar ka asli mard kaun hai. us din, mere ek hi thappad ne unki halat kharab kar di. tab se, wah mujhse thodi doori banakar rakhti hain aur jab bhi main kamre mein aata hun, unki aankhon mein dar saaf dikhta hai.
Ab main sochne laga ki... main yah sab kaise karun? main apni hi sagi Maa ko apne bistar par, apne neeche kaise la sakta hun? kyonki Papa ek mahine ki chutti par the, isliye ghar par aisa karna mumkin nahin tha. isme bahut risk tha. saath hi, chhota bhai anil bhi Ghar par tha aur ghar mein idhar-udhar ghum rehta tha. isliye, maine socha... mujhe Maa ko kahin aur le jana hoga. lekin papa bhi ghar par hi the, jisse mamla mushkil ho gaya.
Tabhi mujhe ek idea aaya. mere dost ka ghar bus 500 meter door tha; uske Maa- Baap ek hafte ke liye gaon gaye hue the, isliye ghar khali tha. maine turant apna phone nikala aur use call kiya.
"bhai, mujhe ek-do ghante ke liye tumhara ghar chahiye," maine sidhe mudde ki baat kahi.
Usne dusri taraf se hanste hue jawab diya, "are yar, yah ghar tumhara hi hai. 1 ghante ki kya baat hai—ise hamesha ke liye le lo."
"nahin yar, bus ek ghanta," maine zor diya.
"thik hai, ho jaega. tumhe kab chahiye?" usne puchha.
"kal," maine kaha, mere dimag mein pehle se hi plan chal rahe the.
"tum kise la rahe ho, bhai? kiski chudai karne wale ho?" usne meri reputation jaante hue chidhate hue kaha.
main muskuraya, phone ko aur kaskar pakad liya. "Chudai nahin... pitai. pehle pitai, phir chudai."
zor se hanste hue usne puchha, "kaun hai wo?"
"kal dekh lena," maine hewaniyat kaha.
"thik hai bhai," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.
Phone rakhne ke bad, main sochne laga... ab mujhe Mummy se baat karni thi aur kisi tarah unhen wahan le jana tha. mujhe kitchen se bartan khadakne ki awaaz sunai di. Maa wahan apne kaamon mein lagi hui thin. main utha aur kitchen ki or chal pada, mera dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. main chupchap unke peeche jaakar khada ho gaya. Wo sabzia kaat rahi thin aur unki peeth meri taraf thi. maine apna haath unki peeth par rakha; unke blouse ke patle kapde ke aar paar unki skin ki garmahat mahsoos ho rahi thi. dheere se unki peeth ke maans ko dabate hue, main unke aur kareeb jhuk gaya.
"hello, meri chhoti Bakri," maine unke kaan mein fusfusaya.
Maa halke dard se karah uthin aur turant akad gayi. "aah... uf, kya hua? aur tu mujhe bakri kyon bol raha hai?" unhone dar se kampati hui awaaz mein puchha.
Maine apna haath nahin hataya. iske bajay, maine unke shareer ko sir se pair tak dekha aur apni nazrein unke bhari stanon(boobs) par tika dee, jo unki saanson ke saath tezi se upar-niche ho rahe the. un par nazrein jamae hue maine kaha, "Mummy, aap bilkul bakri jaisi lagti ho... chhoti, pyari, sundar shareer wali... aur doodh se bhari hui."
Mera naam Arya hai. main 18 saal ka hun, meri height 6-fut-2-inch hai, aur mera vazan 95 kilo hai. main sirf ek ladka nahin hun; main ek powerhouse hun, ek janwar jo ek kamre mein ghusta hai toh use apna bana leta hai. jo main aapko batane wala hun, wah koi entertainment ke liye banai gai imaginary kahani nahin hai; yah Meri aur meri Maa jyoti ki zindagi ka nanga sach hai. hamare parivar mein 4 log hain—
Papa Satish, jo 52 saal ke hain aur apni hi duniya mein khushi-khushi khoe rahte han, apni naak ke neeche chal rahe toofan se bekhbar.
phir mera chhota bhai Anil hai, sirf aur bilkul masoom. aur fir... aur phir Meri Maa, Jyoti. Wo hi is uljhi hui kahani ki asli heroine hain, mere dark obsession ka senter.
Maa 36 saal ki hain, lekin sach kahoon toh, woh ekdum zabardast Maal hai. woh Alia Bhatt jaisi dikhti hai. lekin unke shareer mein Alia se bhi doguni sundarta aur raw attraction hai. woh chhoti kad ki hai—mushkil se 4.5 feet lambi—lakin unka shareer bahut zyada sudaul hai, jaise Bhagwan ne baki ki aurto ke sath nainsafi ki ho.
unke boobs doodh se bhare matke jaise dikhte hain jinhen dheere se dabaya gaya ho; ve gol, mote aur itne ubhre hue hain ki jo koi bhi unhen dekhta hai, wah turant mohit ho jata hai. Unke boobs unke blouse ke kapde se satkar khinchte hai, sabka dhyan khinchte hai. aur unki gaand... yar, bus ek nazar dalo—wo itni sudaul aur bhari hui hai ki koi bhi bus use pakadna chahe, zor se dabana chahe, aur kabhi chhodana na chahe.
Maa ka shareer unki lambai ke hisab se bahut bhara-pura hai, isiliye maine unka nickname (bakri) rakha hai. Kyuki bakri bohot chhoti janwar hai, lekin uske than bahut bade, bhari aur vazan se latakte hue hote han. meri Maa bhi bilkul vaisi hi hai—chhota-sa shreer, lekin unke shareer ke ang aise hain jinhen dekhkar muh mein pani aa jaye.
Bachpan se hi main thoda galat kism ka raha hun. galat logon ke saath ghumna-firna, sadkon par jhagde karna aur logon ko pitna—yahi sab meri aadat thi. Aur mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata tha, jaise sukhi tahni jhatke se toot jaati hai. mujhe jo chahiye hota tha, main use pakar hi rahata tha; ek baar jo thaan leta, use pura karke hi dam leta tha, chahe usse kisi ko bhi nuksan kyon na pahunche. mere dost bhi mujhse darte the kyonki main 95 kilo vazan wala ek danav, muscular insaan tha aur mujhe apni takat ka istemaal karna bakhubi aata tha.
Ek din, jab main ghar aaya, toh Maa ne darwaza khola. aur us pal woh jis tarah dikh rahi thi—yaaaar, main bus dekhta hi rah gaya, meri aankhen un par tik gain. unke 33D boobs, woh patli 26-inch ki kamar, aur 32-inch ki gol gaand—sab kuch itna sudaul aur sexy tha, ki mera man kiya ki bus unhen wahin darwaze par apne hathon mein le lun. unka rang doodh jaisa safed tha, jo dopahar ki roshni mein chamak raha tha, aur unke chehre par Alia Bhatt jaisa masoom nikhaar tha.
Jab unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekha, toh Maa ne sharmate hue apni sadi ke pallu se apne boobs dhak liye, aur use jaldi se apni chhati par khinch liya kyonki wah jaanti thi ki main unhe havas bhari nazron se dekhta hun. wah jaanti thi ki main unke liye kitna bhukha hun.
"toh, tum wapas aa gaye... tum khana khaoge ya nahin?" Maa ne puchha, unki awaaz thodi kamp rahi thi, wah normal dikhne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin nakam rahi.
Papa andar dining table par baithkar khana kha rahe the. mujhe andar aate dekh unhone sir uthaya—muh mein nivala bhara hua tha—aur bole, "toh, doston ke saath ghum-firkar aakhirkaar tum wapas aa hi gaye... koi dhang ka kaam kyon nahin karte? tum bus ek aalsi insaan ban gaye ho jo bas bekar ghumta rahata hai."
Papa ki woh baat sunte hi maine apni aankhen band kar lin. us baat ne mere swabhiman ko gahri chot pahunchai. mere andar gusse ki aag bhadak uthi, jo bahut tez aur bekabu thi. maine unse ek shabd bhi nahin kaha; bus gusse mein apne bedroom ki or chala gaya aur zor se darwaza band kar liya. Maa ne mujhe dekha, par kuch nahin kaha; shayad unhen bhi ehsaas ho gaya tha ki main bahut gusse mein hoon aur unhen pata tha ki kisi bhadke hue Janwar ko aur uksana theek nahin hoga.
Thodi der bad, Papa ne khana khaya aur bahar chale gaye. ghar mein sannata chha gaya, bus kitchen mein Maa ke idhar-udhar ghumne ki aawazen aa rahi thin. main bistar par leta chhat ke pankhe ko ghurte hue sochne laga... Papa ko bus mujhe pareshan karna aur neecha dikhana aata hai. unhen yah samajh nahin aata ki ab main ek mard ban chuka hun, koi chhota baccha nahin. mujhe unse badla lena hai, par kaise? tabhi, mere dimag mein ek teekha aur khatarnak khyal aaya....
kisi bhi mard ke liye uski patni uski sabse kimati cheez, uski izzat hoti hai. aur meri Mummy... sach kahoon to, meri Maa toh ek dum lajawab hain. koi bevkuf hi hoga jo itni khoobsurat aur sexy aurat ko apne haath se jaane dega. main soch raha tha ki ese maal ko jaane dena bahut badi galti hogi, lekin mere liye ab wo mere badle ka zariya bhi thin.
Sirf Maa ke baare mein sochkar hi mera dimaag tezi se chalne laga aur mera khoon khaulne laga. mujhe unke saath sex karne ki zabardast talab hone lagi—ek gahri, tadpa dene wali chahat. main sochne laga ki main unhen kaise chodu... kaise unki chut faadkar apna land unke andar itni gahrai tak daalu ki wo mera naam chillane lagen.
Lekin Maa mujhse bahut darti bhi thin kyonki maine ek baar un par haath uthaya tha. do mahine pahle, wo meri aadaton ko lekar hamesha mujhe tokti rehti thin; isse mujhe gussa aata tha, lekin Papa ki vajah se main chup rahata tha. ek din baat had se zyada badh gai. Wo mujhe lecture dena band hi nahin kar rahi thin. maine tay kiya ki unhen dikhana hoga ki ghar ka asli mard kaun hai. us din, mere ek hi thappad ne unki halat kharab kar di. tab se, wah mujhse thodi doori banakar rakhti hain aur jab bhi main kamre mein aata hun, unki aankhon mein dar saaf dikhta hai.
Ab main sochne laga ki... main yah sab kaise karun? main apni hi sagi Maa ko apne bistar par, apne neeche kaise la sakta hun? kyonki Papa ek mahine ki chutti par the, isliye ghar par aisa karna mumkin nahin tha. isme bahut risk tha. saath hi, chhota bhai anil bhi Ghar par tha aur ghar mein idhar-udhar ghum rehta tha. isliye, maine socha... mujhe Maa ko kahin aur le jana hoga. lekin papa bhi ghar par hi the, jisse mamla mushkil ho gaya.
Tabhi mujhe ek idea aaya. mere dost ka ghar bus 500 meter door tha; uske Maa- Baap ek hafte ke liye gaon gaye hue the, isliye ghar khali tha. maine turant apna phone nikala aur use call kiya.
"bhai, mujhe ek-do ghante ke liye tumhara ghar chahiye," maine sidhe mudde ki baat kahi.
Usne dusri taraf se hanste hue jawab diya, "are yar, yah ghar tumhara hi hai. 1 ghante ki kya baat hai—ise hamesha ke liye le lo."
"nahin yar, bus ek ghanta," maine zor diya.
"thik hai, ho jaega. tumhe kab chahiye?" usne puchha.
"kal," maine kaha, mere dimag mein pehle se hi plan chal rahe the.
"tum kise la rahe ho, bhai? kiski chudai karne wale ho?" usne meri reputation jaante hue chidhate hue kaha.
main muskuraya, phone ko aur kaskar pakad liya. "Chudai nahin... pitai. pehle pitai, phir chudai."
zor se hanste hue usne puchha, "kaun hai wo?"
"kal dekh lena," maine hewaniyat kaha.
"thik hai bhai," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.
Phone rakhne ke bad, main sochne laga... ab mujhe Mummy se baat karni thi aur kisi tarah unhen wahan le jana tha. mujhe kitchen se bartan khadakne ki awaaz sunai di. Maa wahan apne kaamon mein lagi hui thin. main utha aur kitchen ki or chal pada, mera dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. main chupchap unke peeche jaakar khada ho gaya. Wo sabzia kaat rahi thin aur unki peeth meri taraf thi. maine apna haath unki peeth par rakha; unke blouse ke patle kapde ke aar paar unki skin ki garmahat mahsoos ho rahi thi. dheere se unki peeth ke maans ko dabate hue, main unke aur kareeb jhuk gaya.
"hello, meri chhoti Bakri," maine unke kaan mein fusfusaya.
Maa halke dard se karah uthin aur turant akad gayi. "aah... uf, kya hua? aur tu mujhe bakri kyon bol raha hai?" unhone dar se kampati hui awaaz mein puchha.
Maine apna haath nahin hataya. iske bajay, maine unke shareer ko sir se pair tak dekha aur apni nazrein unke bhari stanon(boobs) par tika dee, jo unki saanson ke saath tezi se upar-niche ho rahe the. un par nazrein jamae hue maine kaha, "Mummy, aap bilkul bakri jaisi lagti ho... chhoti, pyari, sundar shareer wali... aur doodh se bhari hui."
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