24-08-2026, 02:04 PM
Mera naam Rohan hai. Main abhi unnees saal ka hoon. Height paanch foot paanch inch. Hamara ghar Delhi NCR ke ek ache, thoda upscale society mein hai. Family financially strong hai. Dad contractor hain, kaafi bade projects chalte hain, isliye ghar mein chhota sa private pool bhi hai jo pehle sirf garmi ke mahinon mein use hota tha. Ghar ke peeche chhota garden bhi hai, pool uske beech mein.
Dad ka naam Parveen hai. Woh pachpan saal ke hain, height paanch foot chhe inch. Unka kaam commercial buildings, residential societies, kabhi-kabhi government tenders ka hai. Woh mehnati hain, thode strict lekin ghar pe soft. Subah jaldi uthte, site pe chale jate. Raat ko late aate. Mom ka naam Madhavi hai. 39 saal ki hain, height 5ft6inch hai.
Mom shuru se hi thodi alag thi. Open-minded. Hasi-mazaak wali. Ghar mein koi bhi topic pe freely baat kar leti thi – sex, body, relationships, kuch bhi. Us ka figure aaj bhi crystal clear yaad hai. Bust chhatte chhe D, heavy round boobs jo kapdon mein bhi full shape dikhate the. Waist natural soft tees se ikattees inch, soft belly. Hips adhtees se unchalis, wide aur juicy. Thick thighs, soft ass. Gori naram skin jo haath lagate hi soft feel hoti. Age unntees hone ke bawajood body bahut maintain rakhti thi. Gym nahi jati thi lekin subah walk aur controlled diet se. Jab woh nighty pehenti thi toh boobs clearly bounce karte the, hips swing hota tha. Main kabhi-kabhi sochta tha kitni sexy hai meri mom, lekin us time sirf beta tha.
Dad ka ek purana African friend hai – Jacob. Chautis saal ka. Height paanch foot saat inch, muscular body, thoda saanwla complexion. Originally Nigeria se hai, lekin kaafi saalon se India aur Africa ke beech kaam karta hai. Contractor hi hai, lekin uska kaam mainly material supply aur labour management ka hai. Steel, tiles, imported fittings, skilled labour Africa se arrange karta hai. Dad se pehli baar do hazaar unnees mein kisi bade commercial project pe mila tha. Uske baad dosti pakki ho gayi. Dono ka nature match karta tha – seedhe, mehnati, thode free minded. Jacob bolta tha Africa mein bhi aise hi projects hain lekin heat zyada, labour different. Dad usko Indian system samjhata – bribes, unions, paperwork. Unki dosti site pe bhi strong thi – lunch pe dhaba, beer, rates discuss, labour problems. Kabhi late night ghar aate toh whisky peete, match dekhte.
Jacob India aata tha toh kabhi pandrah din, kabhi ek mahina ruk jata tha. Pehle hotel mein rehta tha. Phir dad ne kaha “bhai ghar pe aa ja, room khali hai”. Lekin Jacob ne pehli baar rented room hi liya tha society ke paas hi. Roz subah nau-das baje ghar aata tha breakfast ya lunch ke liye. Kabhi dinner pe bhi ruk jata. Dad usko apna chhota bhai jaisa maanta tha.
November do hazaar pachchis mein pehli baar longer stay ke liye aaya. Us time dad ke saath ek bada commercial complex ka project chal raha tha Gurgaon side. Jacob material – steel, tiles, some imported fittings – Africa se arrange karta tha. Dad local labour, permissions, local suppliers handle karta tha. Dono milke site pe jate the. Kabhi subah saat baje nikal jate, raat nau-das baje wapas aate. Kabhi project pe hi late night meeting hoti thi client ya suppliers ke saath. Kabhi-kabhi dono beer peete site ke paas kisi dhabe pe, rates discuss karte, labour problems solve karte. Jacob bolta tha “Africa mein bhi aise hi delays hote hain, bas heat zyada”. Dad usko Indian system samjhata – bribes, unions, paperwork. Unki dosti kaafi deep thi. Kabhi late night ghar aate toh living room mein whisky peete. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi door pe sunta tha unki baatein – payments, next tender, Africa ke naya deals. Kabhi dono hasi-mazaak karte, kabhi serious. Kabhi dad Jacob ko “bhai” bolta, Jacob dad ko “boss” haske.
Jab Jacob pehli baar ghar aaya, mom kitchen mein thi. Maine door khola. Jacob ne simple warm smile di. Phir mom aayi. Usne pehli nazar mein hi mom ko dekha aur dekhta reha.
Mom ne normal “aao ji, baitho, thak gaye hoge” kaha. Khana lagaya – roti, sabzi, daal. Us din se Jacob roz aane laga. Mom usko thoda-thoda Hindi aur Punjabi sikhati thi. “Aap kaise ho” se start karke “khana kaisa laga”, “aaj mausam kaisa tha site pe” tak. Hasi-mazaak hota tha. Kabhi mom uske accent pe has deti, “aap ‘thoda’ ko ‘toda’ bolte ho”. Kabhi Jacob mom ke Hindi pe has padta. Joke maarte time kabhi haath shoulder pe lag jata, kabhi peeth pe light touch. Mom bhi mind nahi karti thi. Open nature tha uska. Main notice karta tha unki hasi, unke looks. Kabhi-kabhi mom Jacob ko coffee deti, unke haath touch ho jate.
Dad aur Jacob ka bond strong tha. Site pe dono saath rehte. Kabhi lunch pe local dhaba, kabhi beer. Raat ko ghar aate toh kabhi TV pe match dekhte, kabhi project ki files. Main unhe dekh ke sochta tha kitni easy dosti hai. Kabhi dad Jacob ko “bhai” bolta, Jacob dad ko “boss” haske. Kabhi dono late night whisky peete toh main bhi sunta unki Africa-India comparison.
Ek mahine baad Jacob ne mujhse open hona shuru kiya. Pehle casually porn ki baat ki. “Bhai tu dekhata hai kya?” Main has diya. Phir bola “chal mere room pe, kuch dikhata hoon”. Uske rented room mein laptop pe mixed porn, phir BBC, phir MILF. WhatsApp pe bhi bhejne laga. Phir stories. Mom-uncle, dad’s friend with mom type. Seedha bolta,
“Isme male ki jagah mujhe imagine kar, female ki jagah apni mom ko. Dekh kaisa lagta hai. Uske heavy boobs, soft body imagine kar mere neeche. Uske soft moans, uske thick thighs mere shoulders pe.”
Main pehle has deta tha. “Uncle pagal ho”. Phir padhta tha. Dimag garam ho jata. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko sochta, agar sach mein aisa ho jaye toh kya hoga… Excitement hoti. Mera lund hard ho jata tha un stories se. Kabhi-kabhi hilata bhi tha unke baare mein soch ke. Kabhi-kabhi sochta tha mom ka soft body, heavy boobs, soft pink chut.
Phone pe bhi baatein. Jacob roz mom se baat karta. Flirting. Mom sharmaati lekin continue karti. Mujhse bolta “teri mom ki age ki ladies kitne maze karti hain. Figure bhi aisa hi hoga uska. Soft, heavy…”. Main has deta, lekin andar se excitement badhti.
Ek baar bola,“Porn mein MILF itna bada le rahi hai… agar tumhari mom le toh hahaha.”
Main haske bola, “Chal nahi payegi bechari.” Lekin dimag mein picture ban rahi thi – mom soft body pe 9 inch.
February 2024 mein project complete hone pe Jacob wapas Africa chala gaya. Material ke final payment aur naya deal fix karne. Phone pe baatein chalti rahi. Mujhse alag, mom se alag. Mom se weather, khana, “apna khayal rakhna”, “kab aa rahe ho”. Mujhse “kitni GF hain?”, “porn dekha aajkal?”, “kya soch raha hai life ke baare mein”. Kabhi-kabhi flirty hints bhi. Kabhi mom se “aapki smile yaad aa rahi hai”, kabhi mujhse “teri mom kitni soft dikhti hai”.
May-June do hazaar chhabbees mein wapas aaya. Is baar project chhota tha, isliye time zyada. Pehle dad ke saath aaya. Kitchen mein chhupke ek kiss hui – baad mein bataya. Dad kitchen se bahar tha, mom coffee bana rahi thi. Jacob peeche se aaya, face pakda, dheere se lips pe lips rakh diye. Mom pehle surprise hui, phir thoda respond kiya. Bas ek kiss. Soft lips, thoda tongue. Dad ke aane se pehle alag ho gaye. Baad mein Jacob ne mujhe bataya “bhai kitchen mein ho gayi pehli. Soft lips the uske, thoda respond kiya usne. Uske body se soft perfume aa raha tha. Uske heavy boobs touch hue the peeche se.”
Phir do din dad ko koi urgent site meeting pad gayi. Bahar rehna pada. Client ke saath negotiations. Ghar mein free time. Main soch raha tha ab kuch hoga.
Us din garmi tezz thi. Bayaalees degree. Shaam ko teenon pool pe chale gaye. Simple nahaane ka soch. Koi plan nahi tha. Pure spontaneous. Pool ka paani thanda feel ho raha tha garmi mein. Paani ki awaaz, garmi ki hawa, birds.
Jacob ne towel hata diya. Pure nude. Uske muscular body pe paani ki boondein. 9 inch thick dark lund soft se hard hone laga. Veins dikh rahe the. Main aur mom wahan the.
Maine thoda awkward hoke bola, “Uncle nude ho gaye aap… india hai ye.”
Mom ne haske kaha, “Koi baat nahi beta, use nahi malum tha. Open minded hai woh.”
Jacob has pada. “Tumhari mom ne kabhi dad ko aise nahi dekha?”
Mom ne smile kiya, “Dekha hai bahut baar.” Phir uski body dekh ke, “Muscular hai… sexy bhi. Itna strong.”
Jacob ne kaha, “Aap bhi bahut beautiful aur sexy ho. Figure dekh ke dil karta hai.” Mom sharma gayi lekin smile kiye rahi. Uske gaal laal ho gaye. Heavy boobs thodi hil rahi thi.
Maine uska lund dekha. Clearly bada. Nau inch, mota, dark, veins.
Maine mom se haske poocha, “Dad ka bhi itna hai kya?”
Mom ne aankh maari, “Nahi… dad se bada. Dad ka paanch, yeh nau lagta hai. Mota bhi hai.”
Jacob ne mom se kaha, “Aap bhi aa jao na.”
Mom bra-panty mein aa gayi. Uske heavy 36D boobs bra mein tightly packed the, soft belly, thick thighs. Bra se upar soft flesh. Jacob bola, “Unfair hai. Main nude, aap bhi nude ho jao. Mujhe khushi hogi. Dekhna chahiye full.”
Baar-baar kaha. Mom thodi der soch ke maan gayi. Maine bhi “uncle bol rahe hain toh aap bhi…” support kar diya. Dono pure nude ho gaye pool mein. Mom ke heavy boobs free ho gaye, soft pink nipples erect. Uske soft pink chut thodi hair wali, thick thighs, soft ass. Paani mein body shine kar rahi thi.
Phir live offer. Mom ready thi. Jacob ne bola, “Ache se dekhna aur seekhna beta. Aaj tujhe live dikhata hoon kaise hota hai.”
Mom ka face uthaya aur deep kiss diya. Unke lips soft the, jeeb ek dusre ke munh mein. Haath se tits press karne laga – heavy soft flesh uske haathon mein, squeeze, pinch nipples. Mom bhi uski chest pe haath ferne lagi, muscular chest, phir lund pe haath rakh diya. Dheere-dheere stroke – 9 inch thick shaft, soft skin, hard core.
French kiss, nipple chusna. Jacob ne ek nipple mouth mein liya, suck kiya, tongue se ghumaya, bite soft. Mom “aah” kar rahi thi, haath uske baal mein. Phir doosra. Mom ne das-pandrah minute lund chusa. Soft pink lips 9 inch pe. Dheere, phir deep. Ek-do baar gag bhi hua jab deep liya – “ghhk”. Saliva nikal rahi thi, lund pe chamak. Phir Jacob ne mom ko litaya aur das minute chut chusi. Tongue se clit pe, andar, slow circles, suck. Mom “aah ohhh” kar rahi thi, uske baal sehla rahi thi, thick thighs faili hui, hips hil rahe the.
Phir lund ka head chut pe rakh ke push kiya. Tight pink hole. Mom ne kaha,
“Mere husband ka chhota hai… pehli baar aapse karwa rahi hoon… aapka nau inch bada hai. Dheere se…”
Head andar gaya. Do inch. Mom ko dard hua. Haath se roka. Chatpati. “Ahh dard… mota hai…”
Jacob ne kaha “shayad dad ne ache se nahi kiya”. Legs pakde, mujhse bola “tu mera lund pakad ke apni mom mein daal. Guide kar.” Maine uska thick dark lund pakda, head chut pe, dheere guide kiya. Paanch inch aur andar. Mom “beta mar gayi aahh aahh” kar rahi thi. Uske heavy boobs hil rahe the. Jacob dheere-dheere hilne laga – slow long strokes. Har stroke pe mom moan.
Main apna hilane laga. Mom mujhe dekh rahi thi. Boli, “Tumne mujhe saand ke neeche lita diya hai. Dekh kaise le rahi hoon.”
Missionary – deep, mom ke legs Jacob ke shoulders pe. Phir doggy – mom ke ass up, heavy boobs neeche, Jacob peeche se deep, slap slap. Phir ulta (reverse cowgirl) – mom upar, khud hil rahi thi, boobs bounce. Moans high the. “Aahh… itna deep… aahh beta dekh… bhar de…” Jacob ne andar hi cum kar diya – garam cum, deep. Mom thartharayi.
Main dekhte-dekhte nikal gaya. Dono ne dekha aur smile kiya. “Waah beta, dekh ke nikal gaya.”
Naha ke let gaye. Dad ke saamne next day bilkul normal. Secret. Jab bhi Jacob aata hai ab, dono karte hain. Main dekhte rehta hoon. Mom ne ek baar kaha tha, “Apne dad ko mat batana. Yeh hamara secret.”
November do hazaar chhabbees. Sardi shuru. Jacob phir aaya. Is baar ghar pe hi raha. Dad ke saath koi naya small project. Site pe jate, lekin evening free rehti. Kabhi late aate, kabhi early.
Teezri raat dad late meeting pe gaya. Koi client ke saath dinner + rates discuss. Ghar mein sirf teen. Heater full pe, lights dim. Whisky bottle table pe.
Jacob ne whisky nikaali. Teen glasses banaye. Mom ne pehle “main nahi peeti” kaha. Phir “thodi si” pe haan kar di. Mujhe bhi half peg. Do peg ke baad mom free ho gayi. Gaal laal. Aankhein thodi heavy. Soft smile. Whisky ka taste, warm feel.
Jacob ne cigarette jalayi. Mom ne bhi do-teen drag liye. Smoke uske soft lips se nikal raha tha. “Aaj mood hai,” boli soft awaaz mein. Atmosphere heavy, sexy.
Pehle normal chudai hui. Mom doggy mein le rahi thi – heavy boobs hil rahe the, soft moans, “aahh dheere”. Phir Jacob ne kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Aaj pehli baar gand try karein. Whisky peene ke baad aaram se ho jayega. Main dheere karunga. Tu ready hai?”
Mom thodi der chup rahi. Whisky ki wajah se himmat aa gayi. Phir boli, “Theek hai… lekin bilkul dheere. Main kabhi nahi… Parveen ne bhi nahi kiya. Dard hoga na? Tujhe dekhte hue karungi.”
Jacob ne pehle finger se prepare kiya. Thook laga ke dheere. Mom “ahh thanda” boli. Phir do fingers. Soft pink hole dheere khul raha tha. “Sss… aahh…”
Phir mujhse bola, “Drawer se lubricant nikaal. Clear wala.”
Maine drawer khola, clear gel nikaala aur usko diya. Usne acchi tarah lagaaya apne 9 inch thick lund pe aur mom ki gand pe. Cum pehle se thoda tha, lube mix. Glossy.
Dheere se head push kiya. Mom “sss… aahh… mota hai… sss… ruk mat…” kar rahi thi. Uske nakhun carpet mein gad gaye.
Teen inch, paanch inch, dheere-dheere almost full.
Mom “beta… dekh… pehli baar… aahh dard + maza mix… itna deep…” bol rahi thi. Uske heavy boobs carpet pe dab rahe the, thick thighs faili, ass up.
Jacob slow se hilne laga. Har stroke pe mom “unnhh aahh”. Thodi der baad speed thodi badhayi. Slap slap. Mom climax pe aa gayi – body thartharayi, “aahh cum… gand mein…”. Jacob ne gand mein hi cum kar diya – garam feel, deep.
Main sirf dekh raha tha aur help kar raha tha – lubricant laana, legs pakadna jab zarurat padi. Khud nahi kiya. Mera lund pure hard tha lekin maine control kiya. Sirf dekhna aur help karna. Pre-cum nikal raha tha.
Baad mein mom thak ke lit gayi. Uske saans phool rahe the. Soft awaaz mein boli,
“November ab har saal aise hi rahega… whisky, smoke, aur yeh… pehli baar gand di… tujhe dekhte hue… next time aur le lungi…”
Jacob ne uske baal sehlaye. “Next time aur aaram se legi. Practice se soft ho jayegi. Tu bhi seekh raha hai dekh ke.”
Hum thodi der chup chap lithe rahe. Heater ki awaaz, cigarette ki smell, whisky ki empty glasses. Cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.
Subah dad aaya. Breakfast normal. Jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Mom normal coffee bana rahi thi, Jacob normal newspaper dekh raha tha. Main bhi normal. Secret perfect. Mom ne mujhe soft smile diya.
Dad ka naam Parveen hai. Woh pachpan saal ke hain, height paanch foot chhe inch. Unka kaam commercial buildings, residential societies, kabhi-kabhi government tenders ka hai. Woh mehnati hain, thode strict lekin ghar pe soft. Subah jaldi uthte, site pe chale jate. Raat ko late aate. Mom ka naam Madhavi hai. 39 saal ki hain, height 5ft6inch hai.
Mom shuru se hi thodi alag thi. Open-minded. Hasi-mazaak wali. Ghar mein koi bhi topic pe freely baat kar leti thi – sex, body, relationships, kuch bhi. Us ka figure aaj bhi crystal clear yaad hai. Bust chhatte chhe D, heavy round boobs jo kapdon mein bhi full shape dikhate the. Waist natural soft tees se ikattees inch, soft belly. Hips adhtees se unchalis, wide aur juicy. Thick thighs, soft ass. Gori naram skin jo haath lagate hi soft feel hoti. Age unntees hone ke bawajood body bahut maintain rakhti thi. Gym nahi jati thi lekin subah walk aur controlled diet se. Jab woh nighty pehenti thi toh boobs clearly bounce karte the, hips swing hota tha. Main kabhi-kabhi sochta tha kitni sexy hai meri mom, lekin us time sirf beta tha.
Dad ka ek purana African friend hai – Jacob. Chautis saal ka. Height paanch foot saat inch, muscular body, thoda saanwla complexion. Originally Nigeria se hai, lekin kaafi saalon se India aur Africa ke beech kaam karta hai. Contractor hi hai, lekin uska kaam mainly material supply aur labour management ka hai. Steel, tiles, imported fittings, skilled labour Africa se arrange karta hai. Dad se pehli baar do hazaar unnees mein kisi bade commercial project pe mila tha. Uske baad dosti pakki ho gayi. Dono ka nature match karta tha – seedhe, mehnati, thode free minded. Jacob bolta tha Africa mein bhi aise hi projects hain lekin heat zyada, labour different. Dad usko Indian system samjhata – bribes, unions, paperwork. Unki dosti site pe bhi strong thi – lunch pe dhaba, beer, rates discuss, labour problems. Kabhi late night ghar aate toh whisky peete, match dekhte.
Jacob India aata tha toh kabhi pandrah din, kabhi ek mahina ruk jata tha. Pehle hotel mein rehta tha. Phir dad ne kaha “bhai ghar pe aa ja, room khali hai”. Lekin Jacob ne pehli baar rented room hi liya tha society ke paas hi. Roz subah nau-das baje ghar aata tha breakfast ya lunch ke liye. Kabhi dinner pe bhi ruk jata. Dad usko apna chhota bhai jaisa maanta tha.
November do hazaar pachchis mein pehli baar longer stay ke liye aaya. Us time dad ke saath ek bada commercial complex ka project chal raha tha Gurgaon side. Jacob material – steel, tiles, some imported fittings – Africa se arrange karta tha. Dad local labour, permissions, local suppliers handle karta tha. Dono milke site pe jate the. Kabhi subah saat baje nikal jate, raat nau-das baje wapas aate. Kabhi project pe hi late night meeting hoti thi client ya suppliers ke saath. Kabhi-kabhi dono beer peete site ke paas kisi dhabe pe, rates discuss karte, labour problems solve karte. Jacob bolta tha “Africa mein bhi aise hi delays hote hain, bas heat zyada”. Dad usko Indian system samjhata – bribes, unions, paperwork. Unki dosti kaafi deep thi. Kabhi late night ghar aate toh living room mein whisky peete. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi door pe sunta tha unki baatein – payments, next tender, Africa ke naya deals. Kabhi dono hasi-mazaak karte, kabhi serious. Kabhi dad Jacob ko “bhai” bolta, Jacob dad ko “boss” haske.
Jab Jacob pehli baar ghar aaya, mom kitchen mein thi. Maine door khola. Jacob ne simple warm smile di. Phir mom aayi. Usne pehli nazar mein hi mom ko dekha aur dekhta reha.
Mom ne normal “aao ji, baitho, thak gaye hoge” kaha. Khana lagaya – roti, sabzi, daal. Us din se Jacob roz aane laga. Mom usko thoda-thoda Hindi aur Punjabi sikhati thi. “Aap kaise ho” se start karke “khana kaisa laga”, “aaj mausam kaisa tha site pe” tak. Hasi-mazaak hota tha. Kabhi mom uske accent pe has deti, “aap ‘thoda’ ko ‘toda’ bolte ho”. Kabhi Jacob mom ke Hindi pe has padta. Joke maarte time kabhi haath shoulder pe lag jata, kabhi peeth pe light touch. Mom bhi mind nahi karti thi. Open nature tha uska. Main notice karta tha unki hasi, unke looks. Kabhi-kabhi mom Jacob ko coffee deti, unke haath touch ho jate.
Dad aur Jacob ka bond strong tha. Site pe dono saath rehte. Kabhi lunch pe local dhaba, kabhi beer. Raat ko ghar aate toh kabhi TV pe match dekhte, kabhi project ki files. Main unhe dekh ke sochta tha kitni easy dosti hai. Kabhi dad Jacob ko “bhai” bolta, Jacob dad ko “boss” haske. Kabhi dono late night whisky peete toh main bhi sunta unki Africa-India comparison.
Ek mahine baad Jacob ne mujhse open hona shuru kiya. Pehle casually porn ki baat ki. “Bhai tu dekhata hai kya?” Main has diya. Phir bola “chal mere room pe, kuch dikhata hoon”. Uske rented room mein laptop pe mixed porn, phir BBC, phir MILF. WhatsApp pe bhi bhejne laga. Phir stories. Mom-uncle, dad’s friend with mom type. Seedha bolta,
“Isme male ki jagah mujhe imagine kar, female ki jagah apni mom ko. Dekh kaisa lagta hai. Uske heavy boobs, soft body imagine kar mere neeche. Uske soft moans, uske thick thighs mere shoulders pe.”
Main pehle has deta tha. “Uncle pagal ho”. Phir padhta tha. Dimag garam ho jata. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko sochta, agar sach mein aisa ho jaye toh kya hoga… Excitement hoti. Mera lund hard ho jata tha un stories se. Kabhi-kabhi hilata bhi tha unke baare mein soch ke. Kabhi-kabhi sochta tha mom ka soft body, heavy boobs, soft pink chut.
Phone pe bhi baatein. Jacob roz mom se baat karta. Flirting. Mom sharmaati lekin continue karti. Mujhse bolta “teri mom ki age ki ladies kitne maze karti hain. Figure bhi aisa hi hoga uska. Soft, heavy…”. Main has deta, lekin andar se excitement badhti.
Ek baar bola,“Porn mein MILF itna bada le rahi hai… agar tumhari mom le toh hahaha.”
Main haske bola, “Chal nahi payegi bechari.” Lekin dimag mein picture ban rahi thi – mom soft body pe 9 inch.
February 2024 mein project complete hone pe Jacob wapas Africa chala gaya. Material ke final payment aur naya deal fix karne. Phone pe baatein chalti rahi. Mujhse alag, mom se alag. Mom se weather, khana, “apna khayal rakhna”, “kab aa rahe ho”. Mujhse “kitni GF hain?”, “porn dekha aajkal?”, “kya soch raha hai life ke baare mein”. Kabhi-kabhi flirty hints bhi. Kabhi mom se “aapki smile yaad aa rahi hai”, kabhi mujhse “teri mom kitni soft dikhti hai”.
May-June do hazaar chhabbees mein wapas aaya. Is baar project chhota tha, isliye time zyada. Pehle dad ke saath aaya. Kitchen mein chhupke ek kiss hui – baad mein bataya. Dad kitchen se bahar tha, mom coffee bana rahi thi. Jacob peeche se aaya, face pakda, dheere se lips pe lips rakh diye. Mom pehle surprise hui, phir thoda respond kiya. Bas ek kiss. Soft lips, thoda tongue. Dad ke aane se pehle alag ho gaye. Baad mein Jacob ne mujhe bataya “bhai kitchen mein ho gayi pehli. Soft lips the uske, thoda respond kiya usne. Uske body se soft perfume aa raha tha. Uske heavy boobs touch hue the peeche se.”
Phir do din dad ko koi urgent site meeting pad gayi. Bahar rehna pada. Client ke saath negotiations. Ghar mein free time. Main soch raha tha ab kuch hoga.
Us din garmi tezz thi. Bayaalees degree. Shaam ko teenon pool pe chale gaye. Simple nahaane ka soch. Koi plan nahi tha. Pure spontaneous. Pool ka paani thanda feel ho raha tha garmi mein. Paani ki awaaz, garmi ki hawa, birds.
Jacob ne towel hata diya. Pure nude. Uske muscular body pe paani ki boondein. 9 inch thick dark lund soft se hard hone laga. Veins dikh rahe the. Main aur mom wahan the.
Maine thoda awkward hoke bola, “Uncle nude ho gaye aap… india hai ye.”
Mom ne haske kaha, “Koi baat nahi beta, use nahi malum tha. Open minded hai woh.”
Jacob has pada. “Tumhari mom ne kabhi dad ko aise nahi dekha?”
Mom ne smile kiya, “Dekha hai bahut baar.” Phir uski body dekh ke, “Muscular hai… sexy bhi. Itna strong.”
Jacob ne kaha, “Aap bhi bahut beautiful aur sexy ho. Figure dekh ke dil karta hai.” Mom sharma gayi lekin smile kiye rahi. Uske gaal laal ho gaye. Heavy boobs thodi hil rahi thi.
Maine uska lund dekha. Clearly bada. Nau inch, mota, dark, veins.
Maine mom se haske poocha, “Dad ka bhi itna hai kya?”
Mom ne aankh maari, “Nahi… dad se bada. Dad ka paanch, yeh nau lagta hai. Mota bhi hai.”
Jacob ne mom se kaha, “Aap bhi aa jao na.”
Mom bra-panty mein aa gayi. Uske heavy 36D boobs bra mein tightly packed the, soft belly, thick thighs. Bra se upar soft flesh. Jacob bola, “Unfair hai. Main nude, aap bhi nude ho jao. Mujhe khushi hogi. Dekhna chahiye full.”
Baar-baar kaha. Mom thodi der soch ke maan gayi. Maine bhi “uncle bol rahe hain toh aap bhi…” support kar diya. Dono pure nude ho gaye pool mein. Mom ke heavy boobs free ho gaye, soft pink nipples erect. Uske soft pink chut thodi hair wali, thick thighs, soft ass. Paani mein body shine kar rahi thi.
Phir live offer. Mom ready thi. Jacob ne bola, “Ache se dekhna aur seekhna beta. Aaj tujhe live dikhata hoon kaise hota hai.”
Mom ka face uthaya aur deep kiss diya. Unke lips soft the, jeeb ek dusre ke munh mein. Haath se tits press karne laga – heavy soft flesh uske haathon mein, squeeze, pinch nipples. Mom bhi uski chest pe haath ferne lagi, muscular chest, phir lund pe haath rakh diya. Dheere-dheere stroke – 9 inch thick shaft, soft skin, hard core.
French kiss, nipple chusna. Jacob ne ek nipple mouth mein liya, suck kiya, tongue se ghumaya, bite soft. Mom “aah” kar rahi thi, haath uske baal mein. Phir doosra. Mom ne das-pandrah minute lund chusa. Soft pink lips 9 inch pe. Dheere, phir deep. Ek-do baar gag bhi hua jab deep liya – “ghhk”. Saliva nikal rahi thi, lund pe chamak. Phir Jacob ne mom ko litaya aur das minute chut chusi. Tongue se clit pe, andar, slow circles, suck. Mom “aah ohhh” kar rahi thi, uske baal sehla rahi thi, thick thighs faili hui, hips hil rahe the.
Phir lund ka head chut pe rakh ke push kiya. Tight pink hole. Mom ne kaha,
“Mere husband ka chhota hai… pehli baar aapse karwa rahi hoon… aapka nau inch bada hai. Dheere se…”
Head andar gaya. Do inch. Mom ko dard hua. Haath se roka. Chatpati. “Ahh dard… mota hai…”
Jacob ne kaha “shayad dad ne ache se nahi kiya”. Legs pakde, mujhse bola “tu mera lund pakad ke apni mom mein daal. Guide kar.” Maine uska thick dark lund pakda, head chut pe, dheere guide kiya. Paanch inch aur andar. Mom “beta mar gayi aahh aahh” kar rahi thi. Uske heavy boobs hil rahe the. Jacob dheere-dheere hilne laga – slow long strokes. Har stroke pe mom moan.
Main apna hilane laga. Mom mujhe dekh rahi thi. Boli, “Tumne mujhe saand ke neeche lita diya hai. Dekh kaise le rahi hoon.”
Missionary – deep, mom ke legs Jacob ke shoulders pe. Phir doggy – mom ke ass up, heavy boobs neeche, Jacob peeche se deep, slap slap. Phir ulta (reverse cowgirl) – mom upar, khud hil rahi thi, boobs bounce. Moans high the. “Aahh… itna deep… aahh beta dekh… bhar de…” Jacob ne andar hi cum kar diya – garam cum, deep. Mom thartharayi.
Main dekhte-dekhte nikal gaya. Dono ne dekha aur smile kiya. “Waah beta, dekh ke nikal gaya.”
Naha ke let gaye. Dad ke saamne next day bilkul normal. Secret. Jab bhi Jacob aata hai ab, dono karte hain. Main dekhte rehta hoon. Mom ne ek baar kaha tha, “Apne dad ko mat batana. Yeh hamara secret.”
November do hazaar chhabbees. Sardi shuru. Jacob phir aaya. Is baar ghar pe hi raha. Dad ke saath koi naya small project. Site pe jate, lekin evening free rehti. Kabhi late aate, kabhi early.
Teezri raat dad late meeting pe gaya. Koi client ke saath dinner + rates discuss. Ghar mein sirf teen. Heater full pe, lights dim. Whisky bottle table pe.
Jacob ne whisky nikaali. Teen glasses banaye. Mom ne pehle “main nahi peeti” kaha. Phir “thodi si” pe haan kar di. Mujhe bhi half peg. Do peg ke baad mom free ho gayi. Gaal laal. Aankhein thodi heavy. Soft smile. Whisky ka taste, warm feel.
Jacob ne cigarette jalayi. Mom ne bhi do-teen drag liye. Smoke uske soft lips se nikal raha tha. “Aaj mood hai,” boli soft awaaz mein. Atmosphere heavy, sexy.
Pehle normal chudai hui. Mom doggy mein le rahi thi – heavy boobs hil rahe the, soft moans, “aahh dheere”. Phir Jacob ne kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Aaj pehli baar gand try karein. Whisky peene ke baad aaram se ho jayega. Main dheere karunga. Tu ready hai?”
Mom thodi der chup rahi. Whisky ki wajah se himmat aa gayi. Phir boli, “Theek hai… lekin bilkul dheere. Main kabhi nahi… Parveen ne bhi nahi kiya. Dard hoga na? Tujhe dekhte hue karungi.”
Jacob ne pehle finger se prepare kiya. Thook laga ke dheere. Mom “ahh thanda” boli. Phir do fingers. Soft pink hole dheere khul raha tha. “Sss… aahh…”
Phir mujhse bola, “Drawer se lubricant nikaal. Clear wala.”
Maine drawer khola, clear gel nikaala aur usko diya. Usne acchi tarah lagaaya apne 9 inch thick lund pe aur mom ki gand pe. Cum pehle se thoda tha, lube mix. Glossy.
Dheere se head push kiya. Mom “sss… aahh… mota hai… sss… ruk mat…” kar rahi thi. Uske nakhun carpet mein gad gaye.
Teen inch, paanch inch, dheere-dheere almost full.
Mom “beta… dekh… pehli baar… aahh dard + maza mix… itna deep…” bol rahi thi. Uske heavy boobs carpet pe dab rahe the, thick thighs faili, ass up.
Jacob slow se hilne laga. Har stroke pe mom “unnhh aahh”. Thodi der baad speed thodi badhayi. Slap slap. Mom climax pe aa gayi – body thartharayi, “aahh cum… gand mein…”. Jacob ne gand mein hi cum kar diya – garam feel, deep.
Main sirf dekh raha tha aur help kar raha tha – lubricant laana, legs pakadna jab zarurat padi. Khud nahi kiya. Mera lund pure hard tha lekin maine control kiya. Sirf dekhna aur help karna. Pre-cum nikal raha tha.
Baad mein mom thak ke lit gayi. Uske saans phool rahe the. Soft awaaz mein boli,
“November ab har saal aise hi rahega… whisky, smoke, aur yeh… pehli baar gand di… tujhe dekhte hue… next time aur le lungi…”
Jacob ne uske baal sehlaye. “Next time aur aaram se legi. Practice se soft ho jayegi. Tu bhi seekh raha hai dekh ke.”
Hum thodi der chup chap lithe rahe. Heater ki awaaz, cigarette ki smell, whisky ki empty glasses. Cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.
Subah dad aaya. Breakfast normal. Jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Mom normal coffee bana rahi thi, Jacob normal newspaper dekh raha tha. Main bhi normal. Secret perfect. Mom ne mujhe soft smile diya.
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