Mera naam Aryan hai. Umar 24 saal. Main Lucknow mein MBA final year mein hoon, lekin garmi ki chhuttiyon mein har saal apne native town – ek chhota sa kasba Etawah ke paas – wapas aata hoon. Yahan hamara purana ancestral haveli hai, jahan poora parivaar milta hai. Is baar badi bua ki beti ki shaadi thi – July ke mahine mein. Ghar mein 20-25 log the, bahut shor-gul, decoration, khana banana, aur raat bhar baatein.
Badi bua – matlab meri bua Rani – ab 42 saal ki thi. Unke pati ki death 8 saal pehle ho gayi thi accident mein. Tab se woh haveli ke upar wale kamre mein akeli rehti thi. Bua ki figure ab bhi zabardast thi – 38-30-42, gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo woh aksar khule chhodti thi, aur woh aankhen jo kabhi kabhi mujhe aise dekhti thi jaise kuch kehna chahti hon par bol nahi paati.
Shuruaat bilkul masoom thi.
Shaadi se 10 din pehle, main upar terrace pe late raat tak mobile chalaa raha tha. Bijli chali gayi thi, garmi bahut thi. Bua bhi terrace pe aayi – simple cotton nighty pehni thi, jo paseene se chipak gayi thi. Unhone ek glass thanda doodh mere paas rakha.
“Aryan beta… itni raat ko kya kar rahe ho? Neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main muskura diya. “Bua… bas bore ho raha tha. Aap bhi soye nahi?”
Unhone paas baith gayi. Nighty ka neck thoda deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Paseene ki boondein unki gardan se neeche ja rahi thi. Main nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
“Bua… aap ab bhi itni khoobsurat lagti ho… jaise pehle thi,” maine dheere se kaha.
Unhone sharma kar pallu theek kiya, lekin aankhen meri aankhon mein thi. “Beta… jawani toh guzar gayi. Ab sirf yaadein bachi hain.”
Unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tadap thi. Main samajh gaya – 8 saal se akeli thi woh. Koi mard ka touch nahi.
Main dheere se unka haath pakad liya. “Bua… aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na.”
Unhone haath nahi chhudaya. Balki ungliyon se meri ungliyon se khelne lagi. “Aryan… yeh galat hai. Main teri bua hoon.”
“Par dil toh dil hai… yeh samajhta nahi rishte,” maine kaha aur unki taraf jhuka.
Pehla kiss – unke garam honth mere honthon pe. Woh kaanp uthi. Kiss dheere dheere gehra hota gaya. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Uffff… kitna pyar tha uss kiss mein, kitni bhookh.
Phir maine unka pallu neeche gira diya. Nighty ke andar se chuche bahar. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nipple hard the. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… beta… chuso… zor se… kitne din ho gaye… uffff…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se kheencha. Dard mein maza. Unhone moan kiya – “Zor se… maslo… meri chuche tere liye hi hain…”
Main nighty upar ki. Panties mein choot geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot shaved nahi thi – thodi si bush, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chaat le… poori choot chaat le… andar tongue daal…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda salty. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Bua… kitni tight hai teri choot… 8 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se…”
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga terrace ki deewar pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… Aryan… kitna lamba… meri choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Bua… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine unhe terrace ki charpai pe litaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek jhatke mein andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Unhone pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de bua ki choot… maar daal… aahhh…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Charpai hil rahi thi. Unke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi bua… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund…”
Main teen baar unhe jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… bua ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Bua… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Aryan… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Shaadi tak… har raat aisa hi.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri bua thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Wedding prep chal raha tha – mandap sajana, mehndi, sangeet. Par jab bhi akela milta, bua mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Ek dopahar jab sab log bahar bazaar gaye the, bua ne mujhe upar kamre mein bulaya. Unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha.
“Aaj poora din tere saath… beta…”
Main unhe bed pe litaya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone tadap kar kaha – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chaat le… andar tongue… zor se…”
Main chaat ta raha. Unhone teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat. Balls ko muh mein le kar chusi.
Phir 69. Main unki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… bua ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal bua ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein woh ro padi. “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do meri gaand… Aryan…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Din bhar teen round. Har baar nayi position – kitchen counter pe, bathroom mein, chhath pe.
Shaadi ke din ke ek din pehle, raat ko sab log thak kar so gaye. Bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein bulaya.
Is baar unhone ek surprise rakha – ek vibrator. Unhone vibrator meri choot pe lagaya, phir strap-on pehna (jo unhone secretly order kiya tha online).
“Beta… aaj tu mujhe chod… jaise main tujhe chodti hoon.”
Main strap-on pehna. Unhe litaya. Vibrator on. Dildo unki choot mein.
Zor se dhakke. Unhone tadap kar kaha – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… tere lund jaisa feel… zor se… phaad do…”
Main gaand mein bhi daala vibrator. Double penetration feel.
Unhone jhad gayi – zor se, choot se pani fountain.
Phir maine strap-on utara aur apna real lund daala. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Us raat humne decide kiya – shaadi ke baad bhi yeh chalta rahega. Jab main college jaunga, woh mujhe Lucknow bula lengi.
Par ek dar tha – agar kisi ko pata chal gaya toh? Family strict hai. Ya agar bua pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki har baar andar hi daalta hoon.
Par bua ne kaha – “Beta… agar mera hai toh main khush hoon. Tera baccha… mera bhi.”
Yeh soch kar dil dhadak jata hai.
Shaadi ke baad sab log chale gaye. Ghar khali ho gaya. Bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein rakha. Roz raat ko full night.
Har detail yaad hai – unki choot ka geela ras, unke chuche ka soft feel, gaand mein lund daalne ka tight sensation, unki moan “Aryan… beta… chod do bua ko… aahhh…”.
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi.
(Part 2 mein – shaadi ke baad Lucknow mein secret meetings, pregnancy confirm, aur family ka shak shuru. Aur wild sessions – hotel mein, car mein, aur bua ka nayi khwahish.)
Emotional layers: Har baar jab bua mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein jung chalti hai. Ek taraf woh meri bua hain – bachpan se pyaar karti aayi hain, mujhe god mein khela hai. Dusri taraf ab woh meri aurat hain – unki tadap, unki bhookh, unki choot ki geelapan – yeh sab mujhe pagal kar deta hai. Jab woh moan karti hain “beta… chod do bua ko”, toh guilt aata hai, par excitement aur bhi badh jata hai.
Sensory details: Unka purana ittar – gulab aur chandan ka mix – jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain. Unki choot ka aroma jab main chaat ta hoon – garam, musky, addictive. Unke chuche ka salty taste jab paseene se bheegi skin chaat ta hoon. Gaand mein daalne ke waqt woh tight ring, garam walls – dard aur maza ka perfect mix.
Cultural depth: UP ka yeh chhota kasba, purani haveli ki deewarein, chhath pe sitaron ki roshni, shaadi ke time ka shor-gul, mehndi ki khushboo, aur raat ko chupke se milna – yeh sab Indian family culture ka hissa hai jo hamare secret ko aur thrilling bana deta hai.
Multiple orgasms – pehla tongue se clit tease karte hue, dusra ungli se G-spot hit karte hue, teesra lund se deep strokes, chautha anal se jab tight gaand mein andar bahar. Har baar woh tadapti hain, kamar uthati hain, mere baal pakadti hain, aur zor se moan karti hain “Aryan… aur zor se… maar daal bua ki choot/gaand”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karta hoon sab sone ka, taaki main unke paas ja sakun.
Yeh kahani abhi sirf shuruaat hai. Kyunki yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek gehra, forbidden pyaar ban chuka hai jo haveli ki deewaron mein chhupa hua hai.
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Shaadi ke baad jab sab chale gaye, ghar khali ho gaya toh bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein shift kar diya. Roz subah woh mujhe chai banakar laati, bed pe baith kar mujhe kiss karti. Phir breakfast ke time kitchen mein peeche se hug, haath meri pant mein daal deti. “Beta… aaj bhi tere liye geeli hoon…”
Din mein jab saas bahar hoti thi, hum living room mein sofa pe full session. Unhone mujhe nanga kiya, poora sharir chaata – pairon se lekar gardan tak. Meri topi pe tongue ghumayi, balls ko muh mein le kar chusi. Phir maine unhe sofa pe litaya, legs kandhon pe rakhi, missionary mein zor se choda.
Unki moan poore haveli mein goonj rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… beta… chod do bua ko… teri bua teri randi ban gayi hai… aahhh…”
Main unki gaand pe thappad mar raha tha, chuche dabata ja raha tha. Jab woh jhadti thi, choot se pani sofa pe tapak raha tha.
Ek din unhone mujhe surprise diya – ek silk blindfold aur feather. Unhone mujhe bandh kar tease kiya. Feather se nipple, navel, lund ki topi – main tadap raha tha. Phir unhone vibrator on kiya meri topi pe. Main cheekh utha – “Bua… please… daal do…”
Unhone strap-on pehna (jo ab regular ho gaya tha). Mujhe chod diya – gaand mein. Dheere se, phir zor se. Main jhad gaya – pehli baar prostate orgasm, cum bahar bina touch kiye.
Uske baad bua boli – “Beta… ab tu meri hai poori tarah se. Main bhi teri hoon.”
Pregnancy ka dar ab bhi tha. Period miss hone ke baad test positive aaya. Bua ne khushi se ro padi. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Family ko bataya ki miracle hua – 8 saal baad pregnant. Sab khush. Par hum jaante the – yeh mera hai.
Ab pregnancy ke saath sex dheere, pyar bhara. Spooning mein, side by side. Unke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke. Chuche bade, sensitive – main roz chusta hoon.
Shaadi ke ek hafte baad main Lucknow wapas aa gaya tha. College shuru hone wala tha, lekin dil ab bhi uss purani haveli mein tha – jahan har raat bua ki garam saansein meri gardan pe padti thi, unki choot meri ungliyon ke andar tadapti thi, aur unki moan “Aryan beta… chod do bua ko” mere kaanon mein goonjti rehti thi. Ghar wapas aate hi pehla message aaya tha unka – “Beta… tu chala gaya toh yeh haveli khali lag rahi hai. Jaldi se Lucknow aa jaana… main bhi aaungi tere paas.”
Main college hostel mein tha, lekin har weekend bua Lucknow aa jati thi – officially “beta ko milne” ke bahane. Unhone ek chhota sa flat rent kiya tha Gomti Nagar mein, jahan koi jaanta nahi tha. Wahan hum free the – koi saas, koi bhai, koi rishtedaar. Sirf hum dono.
Pehla weekend jab bua Lucknow aayi – train se utarte hi main unhe pick kiya. Unhone simple green salwar suit pehna tha, dupatta thoda halka, lekin aankhon mein wohi bhookh thi. Car mein baithte hi unhone mera haath pakad kar apni taang pe rakha. “Beta… 10 din se tadap rahi hoon… abhi se shuru kar de.”
Main car ko ek dark gali mein roka. Unhone salwar ka nada khola. Main haath andar daal diya – panties pehle se geeli. Do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… ungli se… kitna acha… par lund chahiye… abhi…”
Main seat peeche ki. Unhone pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Woh upar baith gayi – car mein cowgirl. Salwar neeche, panty side. Lund andar liya. Bounce karne lagi.
“Zor se… beta… gaadi hilaa de… aahhh… kitna bada hai tera lund… phaad do bua ki choot…”
Car hil rahi thi. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha. Unke chuche suit ke andar hil rahe the. Main suit upar karke bra khol diya. Nipple muh mein le liya. Chuste hue dhakke.
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani meri pant pe tapka. Phir maine speed badhayi. “Bua… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahar tapakne laga seat pe.
Flat pahunch kar darwaza band kiya. Bua ne mujhe deewar se sataya. Kiss kiya – gehra, bhookha. “Beta… ab poori raat… poora weekend… sirf hum dono.”
Flat mein bedroom tha – bada bed, mirror wala almirah. Unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir chaata – gardan se navel tak, lund ko muh mein le kar deep throat. Balls ko tongue se tease. Main tadap utha – “Bua… chus lo… zor se… uffff…”
Phir maine unhe bed pe litaya. Legs kandhon pe rakhi. Missionary mein zor se. Har dhakke ke saath bed hil raha tha. Unke chuche bounce kar rahe the. Main nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha.
“Aaaahhhh… daant se… chuso zor se… meri chuche tere liye hi badi hui hain…”
Phir doggy. Gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – zor ka. Chap! Chap! Chap!
“Le… meri randi bua… le poora… teri gaand ab bhi tight hai…”
Unhone peeche mud kar kaha – “Beta… aaj gaand mein poora daal… 8 saal se kisi ne nahi chhua… tu pehla aur aakhri…”
Main oil lagaaya. Lund ki topi gaand pe. Dheere se andar. Dard mein woh ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga. Unhone khud peeche dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do bua ki gaand… zor se… Aryan… maar daal…”
Main zor zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone anal orgasm pa liya – poora sharir kaanp utha, choot se pani tapakne laga bed pe.
Phir wapas choot mein. Cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche mere muh ke saamne. Main chuste raha, dabata raha.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bua… bounce kar… zor se…”
Unhone tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
Reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand faila kar dikhayi – “Dekh beta… yeh teri hai… jab chahe daal dena…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bua… andar hi… creampie… phir se…”
Garam maal unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahar tapakne laga.
Weekend bhar aisa hi chalta raha – subah uth kar oral, din mein kitchen mein counter pe, shaam ko bathroom shower mein, raat ko full night multiple rounds.
Ek subah jab hum so rahe the, bua ne mujhe jagaya. “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 18 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par excited bhi. Test kiya – positive.
Bua ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 42 saal ki umar mein… miracle hai yeh.”
Par dar bhi tha. Family ko kaise batayenge? Log kahenge – 8 saal baad pregnant, woh bhi widow. Shayad shak kar lenge.
Bua ne plan banaya – woh Lucknow mein hi reh legi mere paas. “Beta… main tujhe chhod kar nahi rahungi ab. Yeh baccha hum dono palenge.”
Main college bunk karke unke saath time spend karne laga. Har din doctor ke paas – pregnancy check-up. Ek din hospital mein waiting room mein, bua ne mera haath pakad liya. “Beta… andar baccha hai… tera aur mera.”
Doctor ne ultrasound kiya. Screen pe chhota sa heartbeat. Bua ne meri taraf dekha – aankhen nam. Main unke pet pe haath rakha. “Bua… yeh hamara hai.”
Hospital se wapas aate hue car mein unhone mujhe kiss kiya. “Aaj celebrate karte hain… beta.”
Flat pahunch kar unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. Pregnancy ke saath positions change – spooning mein. Main peeche se. Lund dheere se andar. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Unhone vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie, safe tha abhi.
Chuches bade ho gaye the. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Bua sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par pehle mera swaad le.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz massage deta – oil se. Massage ke baad sex – side by side, legs interlocked, choot ragadna. Vibrator low speed pe. Woh tadapti – “Aryan… dheere… baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… aahhh…”
Emotional depth: Har baar jab bua ka pet mehsoos karta hoon, guilt aur pyaar dono ek saath aate hain. Yeh meri bua thi – bachpan mein mujhe god mein khelati thi, ab woh meri aurat hai, mera baccha unke pet mein pal raha hai. Jab woh raat ko mere kandhe pe sar rakhti hai aur kehti “beta… main tere bina nahi reh sakti”, toh dil bhar aata hai. Yeh sirf lust nahi – yeh responsibility ban gaya hai. Main unke liye sab kuch chhod sakta hoon – college, dost, kuch bhi.
Sensory overload: Unka pregnant sharir ka smell – thoda milky, thoda sweet. Chuche jab dabata hoon, colostrum ka taste – warm, slightly sweet. Choot ab sensitive – sirf clit touch se jhad jati. Jab main chaat ta hoon, unka ras aur zyada garam lagta hai. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, woh pet pe girta hai – jaise bacche ko bhi pyaar pahunch raha ho.
Cultural layers: UP ka yeh kasba, Lucknow mein secret flat, family ko “beta ko milne” ka bahana, hospital mein chhupa haath pakadna, pregnancy ke time ka “miracle” narrative – yeh sab Indian joint family culture mein chhupa hua hai. Log khushi manayenge, par andar se yeh taboo hai. Society mein gossip shuru ho sakti hai – “Rani ji ko itni umar mein baccha… kaun baap?”
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke saath aur intense – pehla oral se (clit ko dheere tease karte hue), dusra vibrator se, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha pet pe haath rakhte hue jab woh jhadti hain. Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen bhar aati hain – “Aryan… tu mera sab kuch hai… hamara baccha… hamara pyaar…”
Aur yeh addiction ab family affair ban gaya hai. Har subah main unke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Bua muskura deti hai, haath mere sar pe rakhti hai.
Ek din jab main college se wapas aaya, bua ne mujhe pakda. “Beta… aaj ultrasound mein pata chala… ladka hai.”
Main khushi se pagal ho gaya. Unhe utha kar bed pe le gaya. Dheere se sex – spooning mein. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… hamara ladka… tera beta… aahhh…”
Main andar jhad gaya. Phir hum let gaye. Unhone mera sar pet pe rakha. “Sun… yeh heartbeat… yeh hamara pyaar hai.”
Ab har raat main unke pet se baat karta hoon. “Beta… papa aur maa tujhe pyaar karte hain.” Bua hansti hai – “Beta… tu dono maa-baap hai ab.”
Family ko update dete hain – “miracle pregnancy”. Sab khush. Par hum jaante hain – yeh hamara secret hai.
Risk bhi badh gaya. Ek din saas Lucknow aayi – check karne. Bua ne mujhe chhupa kar rakha. Saas ne pet sehlaya – “Kitna sundar lag raha hai… khuda ka karam hai.”
Main door ke peeche khada tha, dil dhadak raha tha. Saas jaane ke baad bua ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… dar laga tha… par ab hum free hain.”
Us raat humne celebrate kiya – dheere, pyar se. Unhone vibrator use kiya clit pe, main dheere se andar. Dono jhad gaye – ek saath.
Pregnancy 7 mahine mein. Pet bada. Chalna mushkil. Main unhe support karta hoon – har cheez mein. Massage, khana, sex – sab mein.
Ek raat unhone kaha – “Beta… delivery ke baad bhi… hum aise hi rahenge. Tu mera hai… hamesha.”
Main unhe kiss kiya. “Bua… tu meri hai… aur yeh baccha hamara hai.”
Ab har subah main unke pet ko sehlata hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat unki baahon mein sona – yeh meri duniya hai.
Yeh rishta ab tootne wala nahi. Chahe family ko pata chale, chahe na chale. Hum dono ke liye yeh pyaar hi sab kuch hai.
Baccha jab paida hoga – main uska baap banunga. Bua uski maa. Aur humara secret rishta hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha pyar bhara.
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Aur ab detail mein yaad karo – pehli baar jab pregnancy confirm hui, bua ne mujhe gale lagaya aur ro padi. “Beta… main 42 saal ki hoon… yeh miracle hai… tera karam hai.” Main unke aansu pochta raha, phir unhe bed pe litaya. Dheere se kiss kiya – gardan, chuche, navel, pet. Pet pe haath rakha – “Yeh hamara hai… main iska khayal rakhunga.”
Ultrasound ke din – doctor ne screen pe chhota sa heartbeat dikhaya. Bua ne meri ungli pakad kar dabayi. Aankhen nam. Main unke pet pe haath rakha – “Beta… papa yahan hai.”
Hospital se wapas car mein unhone mera haath apni taang pe rakha. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain… dheere se.” Flat pahunch kar spooning mein sex – main peeche se, haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Unhone vibrator clit pe lagaya. Dono dheere se jhad gaye – woh bhi, main bhi. Cum andar hi – “Bacche ko bhi tera pyaar pahunch raha hai.”
Chuches bade hone lage. Nipple dark ho gaye, sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Bua sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.” Main chusta raha – sweet, warm, addictive.
Pet pe stretch marks aane lage. Main oil massage deta – roz. Massage ke dauran unki choot geeli ho jati. Main dheere se ungli daalta. Woh tadapti – “Beta… dheere… par rukna mat…”
Shower mein – pani ke neeche. Main unke peeche khada. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Pani hamare sharir pe gir raha tha. Unhone vibrator on kiya clit pe. Dono jhad gaye – paani ke saath mix.
Raat ko blindfold karke tease – main unhe surprise deta. Feather se pet pe, nipple pe. Phir tongue se choot chaat ta. Woh tadapti – “Beta… mat ruko… chod do…”
Vibrator se tease – low speed pe pet ke paas. Woh kehti – “Baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… tera pyaar.”
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai. “Aryan… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… humara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Family calls aate hain – “Rani ji… kaise ho? Baccha ladka hai na?” Woh normal baat karti hai. Par phone band karte hi mujhe kiss karti – “Beta… yeh sab tere liye hai.”
Ab pregnancy 8 mahine mein. Delivery nazdeek. Main unke saath rahta hoon – doctor visits, shopping, sab mein. Raat ko unke pet se baat karta hoon. “Beta… jaldi aa ja… papa aur maa wait kar rahe hain.”
Bua muskura deti hai. “Beta… tu best baap banega.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai. Main unke liye sab kuch hoon – pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri bua, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Ab har subah main unke pet ko kiss karta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat unki baahon mein sona – yeh meri duniya hai.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha jab paida hoga – nayi shuruaat. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
Badi bua – matlab meri bua Rani – ab 42 saal ki thi. Unke pati ki death 8 saal pehle ho gayi thi accident mein. Tab se woh haveli ke upar wale kamre mein akeli rehti thi. Bua ki figure ab bhi zabardast thi – 38-30-42, gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo woh aksar khule chhodti thi, aur woh aankhen jo kabhi kabhi mujhe aise dekhti thi jaise kuch kehna chahti hon par bol nahi paati.
Shuruaat bilkul masoom thi.
Shaadi se 10 din pehle, main upar terrace pe late raat tak mobile chalaa raha tha. Bijli chali gayi thi, garmi bahut thi. Bua bhi terrace pe aayi – simple cotton nighty pehni thi, jo paseene se chipak gayi thi. Unhone ek glass thanda doodh mere paas rakha.
“Aryan beta… itni raat ko kya kar rahe ho? Neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main muskura diya. “Bua… bas bore ho raha tha. Aap bhi soye nahi?”
Unhone paas baith gayi. Nighty ka neck thoda deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Paseene ki boondein unki gardan se neeche ja rahi thi. Main nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
“Bua… aap ab bhi itni khoobsurat lagti ho… jaise pehle thi,” maine dheere se kaha.
Unhone sharma kar pallu theek kiya, lekin aankhen meri aankhon mein thi. “Beta… jawani toh guzar gayi. Ab sirf yaadein bachi hain.”
Unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tadap thi. Main samajh gaya – 8 saal se akeli thi woh. Koi mard ka touch nahi.
Main dheere se unka haath pakad liya. “Bua… aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na.”
Unhone haath nahi chhudaya. Balki ungliyon se meri ungliyon se khelne lagi. “Aryan… yeh galat hai. Main teri bua hoon.”
“Par dil toh dil hai… yeh samajhta nahi rishte,” maine kaha aur unki taraf jhuka.
Pehla kiss – unke garam honth mere honthon pe. Woh kaanp uthi. Kiss dheere dheere gehra hota gaya. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Uffff… kitna pyar tha uss kiss mein, kitni bhookh.
Phir maine unka pallu neeche gira diya. Nighty ke andar se chuche bahar. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nipple hard the. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… beta… chuso… zor se… kitne din ho gaye… uffff…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se kheencha. Dard mein maza. Unhone moan kiya – “Zor se… maslo… meri chuche tere liye hi hain…”
Main nighty upar ki. Panties mein choot geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot shaved nahi thi – thodi si bush, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chaat le… poori choot chaat le… andar tongue daal…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda salty. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Bua… kitni tight hai teri choot… 8 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se…”
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga terrace ki deewar pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… Aryan… kitna lamba… meri choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Bua… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine unhe terrace ki charpai pe litaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek jhatke mein andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Unhone pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de bua ki choot… maar daal… aahhh…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Charpai hil rahi thi. Unke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi bua… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund…”
Main teen baar unhe jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… bua ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Bua… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Aryan… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Shaadi tak… har raat aisa hi.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri bua thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Wedding prep chal raha tha – mandap sajana, mehndi, sangeet. Par jab bhi akela milta, bua mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Ek dopahar jab sab log bahar bazaar gaye the, bua ne mujhe upar kamre mein bulaya. Unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha.
“Aaj poora din tere saath… beta…”
Main unhe bed pe litaya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone tadap kar kaha – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chaat le… andar tongue… zor se…”
Main chaat ta raha. Unhone teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat. Balls ko muh mein le kar chusi.
Phir 69. Main unki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… bua ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal bua ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein woh ro padi. “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do meri gaand… Aryan…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Din bhar teen round. Har baar nayi position – kitchen counter pe, bathroom mein, chhath pe.
Shaadi ke din ke ek din pehle, raat ko sab log thak kar so gaye. Bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein bulaya.
Is baar unhone ek surprise rakha – ek vibrator. Unhone vibrator meri choot pe lagaya, phir strap-on pehna (jo unhone secretly order kiya tha online).
“Beta… aaj tu mujhe chod… jaise main tujhe chodti hoon.”
Main strap-on pehna. Unhe litaya. Vibrator on. Dildo unki choot mein.
Zor se dhakke. Unhone tadap kar kaha – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… tere lund jaisa feel… zor se… phaad do…”
Main gaand mein bhi daala vibrator. Double penetration feel.
Unhone jhad gayi – zor se, choot se pani fountain.
Phir maine strap-on utara aur apna real lund daala. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Us raat humne decide kiya – shaadi ke baad bhi yeh chalta rahega. Jab main college jaunga, woh mujhe Lucknow bula lengi.
Par ek dar tha – agar kisi ko pata chal gaya toh? Family strict hai. Ya agar bua pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki har baar andar hi daalta hoon.
Par bua ne kaha – “Beta… agar mera hai toh main khush hoon. Tera baccha… mera bhi.”
Yeh soch kar dil dhadak jata hai.
Shaadi ke baad sab log chale gaye. Ghar khali ho gaya. Bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein rakha. Roz raat ko full night.
Har detail yaad hai – unki choot ka geela ras, unke chuche ka soft feel, gaand mein lund daalne ka tight sensation, unki moan “Aryan… beta… chod do bua ko… aahhh…”.
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi.
(Part 2 mein – shaadi ke baad Lucknow mein secret meetings, pregnancy confirm, aur family ka shak shuru. Aur wild sessions – hotel mein, car mein, aur bua ka nayi khwahish.)
Emotional layers: Har baar jab bua mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein jung chalti hai. Ek taraf woh meri bua hain – bachpan se pyaar karti aayi hain, mujhe god mein khela hai. Dusri taraf ab woh meri aurat hain – unki tadap, unki bhookh, unki choot ki geelapan – yeh sab mujhe pagal kar deta hai. Jab woh moan karti hain “beta… chod do bua ko”, toh guilt aata hai, par excitement aur bhi badh jata hai.
Sensory details: Unka purana ittar – gulab aur chandan ka mix – jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain. Unki choot ka aroma jab main chaat ta hoon – garam, musky, addictive. Unke chuche ka salty taste jab paseene se bheegi skin chaat ta hoon. Gaand mein daalne ke waqt woh tight ring, garam walls – dard aur maza ka perfect mix.
Cultural depth: UP ka yeh chhota kasba, purani haveli ki deewarein, chhath pe sitaron ki roshni, shaadi ke time ka shor-gul, mehndi ki khushboo, aur raat ko chupke se milna – yeh sab Indian family culture ka hissa hai jo hamare secret ko aur thrilling bana deta hai.
Multiple orgasms – pehla tongue se clit tease karte hue, dusra ungli se G-spot hit karte hue, teesra lund se deep strokes, chautha anal se jab tight gaand mein andar bahar. Har baar woh tadapti hain, kamar uthati hain, mere baal pakadti hain, aur zor se moan karti hain “Aryan… aur zor se… maar daal bua ki choot/gaand”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karta hoon sab sone ka, taaki main unke paas ja sakun.
Yeh kahani abhi sirf shuruaat hai. Kyunki yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek gehra, forbidden pyaar ban chuka hai jo haveli ki deewaron mein chhupa hua hai.
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Shaadi ke baad jab sab chale gaye, ghar khali ho gaya toh bua ne mujhe apne kamre mein shift kar diya. Roz subah woh mujhe chai banakar laati, bed pe baith kar mujhe kiss karti. Phir breakfast ke time kitchen mein peeche se hug, haath meri pant mein daal deti. “Beta… aaj bhi tere liye geeli hoon…”
Din mein jab saas bahar hoti thi, hum living room mein sofa pe full session. Unhone mujhe nanga kiya, poora sharir chaata – pairon se lekar gardan tak. Meri topi pe tongue ghumayi, balls ko muh mein le kar chusi. Phir maine unhe sofa pe litaya, legs kandhon pe rakhi, missionary mein zor se choda.
Unki moan poore haveli mein goonj rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Aryan… beta… chod do bua ko… teri bua teri randi ban gayi hai… aahhh…”
Main unki gaand pe thappad mar raha tha, chuche dabata ja raha tha. Jab woh jhadti thi, choot se pani sofa pe tapak raha tha.
Ek din unhone mujhe surprise diya – ek silk blindfold aur feather. Unhone mujhe bandh kar tease kiya. Feather se nipple, navel, lund ki topi – main tadap raha tha. Phir unhone vibrator on kiya meri topi pe. Main cheekh utha – “Bua… please… daal do…”
Unhone strap-on pehna (jo ab regular ho gaya tha). Mujhe chod diya – gaand mein. Dheere se, phir zor se. Main jhad gaya – pehli baar prostate orgasm, cum bahar bina touch kiye.
Uske baad bua boli – “Beta… ab tu meri hai poori tarah se. Main bhi teri hoon.”
Pregnancy ka dar ab bhi tha. Period miss hone ke baad test positive aaya. Bua ne khushi se ro padi. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Family ko bataya ki miracle hua – 8 saal baad pregnant. Sab khush. Par hum jaante the – yeh mera hai.
Ab pregnancy ke saath sex dheere, pyar bhara. Spooning mein, side by side. Unke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke. Chuche bade, sensitive – main roz chusta hoon.
Shaadi ke ek hafte baad main Lucknow wapas aa gaya tha. College shuru hone wala tha, lekin dil ab bhi uss purani haveli mein tha – jahan har raat bua ki garam saansein meri gardan pe padti thi, unki choot meri ungliyon ke andar tadapti thi, aur unki moan “Aryan beta… chod do bua ko” mere kaanon mein goonjti rehti thi. Ghar wapas aate hi pehla message aaya tha unka – “Beta… tu chala gaya toh yeh haveli khali lag rahi hai. Jaldi se Lucknow aa jaana… main bhi aaungi tere paas.”
Main college hostel mein tha, lekin har weekend bua Lucknow aa jati thi – officially “beta ko milne” ke bahane. Unhone ek chhota sa flat rent kiya tha Gomti Nagar mein, jahan koi jaanta nahi tha. Wahan hum free the – koi saas, koi bhai, koi rishtedaar. Sirf hum dono.
Pehla weekend jab bua Lucknow aayi – train se utarte hi main unhe pick kiya. Unhone simple green salwar suit pehna tha, dupatta thoda halka, lekin aankhon mein wohi bhookh thi. Car mein baithte hi unhone mera haath pakad kar apni taang pe rakha. “Beta… 10 din se tadap rahi hoon… abhi se shuru kar de.”
Main car ko ek dark gali mein roka. Unhone salwar ka nada khola. Main haath andar daal diya – panties pehle se geeli. Do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… ungli se… kitna acha… par lund chahiye… abhi…”
Main seat peeche ki. Unhone pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Woh upar baith gayi – car mein cowgirl. Salwar neeche, panty side. Lund andar liya. Bounce karne lagi.
“Zor se… beta… gaadi hilaa de… aahhh… kitna bada hai tera lund… phaad do bua ki choot…”
Car hil rahi thi. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha. Unke chuche suit ke andar hil rahe the. Main suit upar karke bra khol diya. Nipple muh mein le liya. Chuste hue dhakke.
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani meri pant pe tapka. Phir maine speed badhayi. “Bua… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahar tapakne laga seat pe.
Flat pahunch kar darwaza band kiya. Bua ne mujhe deewar se sataya. Kiss kiya – gehra, bhookha. “Beta… ab poori raat… poora weekend… sirf hum dono.”
Flat mein bedroom tha – bada bed, mirror wala almirah. Unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir chaata – gardan se navel tak, lund ko muh mein le kar deep throat. Balls ko tongue se tease. Main tadap utha – “Bua… chus lo… zor se… uffff…”
Phir maine unhe bed pe litaya. Legs kandhon pe rakhi. Missionary mein zor se. Har dhakke ke saath bed hil raha tha. Unke chuche bounce kar rahe the. Main nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha.
“Aaaahhhh… daant se… chuso zor se… meri chuche tere liye hi badi hui hain…”
Phir doggy. Gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – zor ka. Chap! Chap! Chap!
“Le… meri randi bua… le poora… teri gaand ab bhi tight hai…”
Unhone peeche mud kar kaha – “Beta… aaj gaand mein poora daal… 8 saal se kisi ne nahi chhua… tu pehla aur aakhri…”
Main oil lagaaya. Lund ki topi gaand pe. Dheere se andar. Dard mein woh ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga. Unhone khud peeche dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do bua ki gaand… zor se… Aryan… maar daal…”
Main zor zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone anal orgasm pa liya – poora sharir kaanp utha, choot se pani tapakne laga bed pe.
Phir wapas choot mein. Cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche mere muh ke saamne. Main chuste raha, dabata raha.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bua… bounce kar… zor se…”
Unhone tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
Reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand faila kar dikhayi – “Dekh beta… yeh teri hai… jab chahe daal dena…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bua… andar hi… creampie… phir se…”
Garam maal unki choot mein bhar diya. Bahar tapakne laga.
Weekend bhar aisa hi chalta raha – subah uth kar oral, din mein kitchen mein counter pe, shaam ko bathroom shower mein, raat ko full night multiple rounds.
Ek subah jab hum so rahe the, bua ne mujhe jagaya. “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 18 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par excited bhi. Test kiya – positive.
Bua ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 42 saal ki umar mein… miracle hai yeh.”
Par dar bhi tha. Family ko kaise batayenge? Log kahenge – 8 saal baad pregnant, woh bhi widow. Shayad shak kar lenge.
Bua ne plan banaya – woh Lucknow mein hi reh legi mere paas. “Beta… main tujhe chhod kar nahi rahungi ab. Yeh baccha hum dono palenge.”
Main college bunk karke unke saath time spend karne laga. Har din doctor ke paas – pregnancy check-up. Ek din hospital mein waiting room mein, bua ne mera haath pakad liya. “Beta… andar baccha hai… tera aur mera.”
Doctor ne ultrasound kiya. Screen pe chhota sa heartbeat. Bua ne meri taraf dekha – aankhen nam. Main unke pet pe haath rakha. “Bua… yeh hamara hai.”
Hospital se wapas aate hue car mein unhone mujhe kiss kiya. “Aaj celebrate karte hain… beta.”
Flat pahunch kar unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. Pregnancy ke saath positions change – spooning mein. Main peeche se. Lund dheere se andar. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Unhone vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie, safe tha abhi.
Chuches bade ho gaye the. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Bua sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par pehle mera swaad le.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz massage deta – oil se. Massage ke baad sex – side by side, legs interlocked, choot ragadna. Vibrator low speed pe. Woh tadapti – “Aryan… dheere… baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… aahhh…”
Emotional depth: Har baar jab bua ka pet mehsoos karta hoon, guilt aur pyaar dono ek saath aate hain. Yeh meri bua thi – bachpan mein mujhe god mein khelati thi, ab woh meri aurat hai, mera baccha unke pet mein pal raha hai. Jab woh raat ko mere kandhe pe sar rakhti hai aur kehti “beta… main tere bina nahi reh sakti”, toh dil bhar aata hai. Yeh sirf lust nahi – yeh responsibility ban gaya hai. Main unke liye sab kuch chhod sakta hoon – college, dost, kuch bhi.
Sensory overload: Unka pregnant sharir ka smell – thoda milky, thoda sweet. Chuche jab dabata hoon, colostrum ka taste – warm, slightly sweet. Choot ab sensitive – sirf clit touch se jhad jati. Jab main chaat ta hoon, unka ras aur zyada garam lagta hai. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, woh pet pe girta hai – jaise bacche ko bhi pyaar pahunch raha ho.
Cultural layers: UP ka yeh kasba, Lucknow mein secret flat, family ko “beta ko milne” ka bahana, hospital mein chhupa haath pakadna, pregnancy ke time ka “miracle” narrative – yeh sab Indian joint family culture mein chhupa hua hai. Log khushi manayenge, par andar se yeh taboo hai. Society mein gossip shuru ho sakti hai – “Rani ji ko itni umar mein baccha… kaun baap?”
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke saath aur intense – pehla oral se (clit ko dheere tease karte hue), dusra vibrator se, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha pet pe haath rakhte hue jab woh jhadti hain. Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen bhar aati hain – “Aryan… tu mera sab kuch hai… hamara baccha… hamara pyaar…”
Aur yeh addiction ab family affair ban gaya hai. Har subah main unke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Bua muskura deti hai, haath mere sar pe rakhti hai.
Ek din jab main college se wapas aaya, bua ne mujhe pakda. “Beta… aaj ultrasound mein pata chala… ladka hai.”
Main khushi se pagal ho gaya. Unhe utha kar bed pe le gaya. Dheere se sex – spooning mein. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… hamara ladka… tera beta… aahhh…”
Main andar jhad gaya. Phir hum let gaye. Unhone mera sar pet pe rakha. “Sun… yeh heartbeat… yeh hamara pyaar hai.”
Ab har raat main unke pet se baat karta hoon. “Beta… papa aur maa tujhe pyaar karte hain.” Bua hansti hai – “Beta… tu dono maa-baap hai ab.”
Family ko update dete hain – “miracle pregnancy”. Sab khush. Par hum jaante hain – yeh hamara secret hai.
Risk bhi badh gaya. Ek din saas Lucknow aayi – check karne. Bua ne mujhe chhupa kar rakha. Saas ne pet sehlaya – “Kitna sundar lag raha hai… khuda ka karam hai.”
Main door ke peeche khada tha, dil dhadak raha tha. Saas jaane ke baad bua ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… dar laga tha… par ab hum free hain.”
Us raat humne celebrate kiya – dheere, pyar se. Unhone vibrator use kiya clit pe, main dheere se andar. Dono jhad gaye – ek saath.
Pregnancy 7 mahine mein. Pet bada. Chalna mushkil. Main unhe support karta hoon – har cheez mein. Massage, khana, sex – sab mein.
Ek raat unhone kaha – “Beta… delivery ke baad bhi… hum aise hi rahenge. Tu mera hai… hamesha.”
Main unhe kiss kiya. “Bua… tu meri hai… aur yeh baccha hamara hai.”
Ab har subah main unke pet ko sehlata hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat unki baahon mein sona – yeh meri duniya hai.
Yeh rishta ab tootne wala nahi. Chahe family ko pata chale, chahe na chale. Hum dono ke liye yeh pyaar hi sab kuch hai.
Baccha jab paida hoga – main uska baap banunga. Bua uski maa. Aur humara secret rishta hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha pyar bhara.
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Aur ab detail mein yaad karo – pehli baar jab pregnancy confirm hui, bua ne mujhe gale lagaya aur ro padi. “Beta… main 42 saal ki hoon… yeh miracle hai… tera karam hai.” Main unke aansu pochta raha, phir unhe bed pe litaya. Dheere se kiss kiya – gardan, chuche, navel, pet. Pet pe haath rakha – “Yeh hamara hai… main iska khayal rakhunga.”
Ultrasound ke din – doctor ne screen pe chhota sa heartbeat dikhaya. Bua ne meri ungli pakad kar dabayi. Aankhen nam. Main unke pet pe haath rakha – “Beta… papa yahan hai.”
Hospital se wapas car mein unhone mera haath apni taang pe rakha. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain… dheere se.” Flat pahunch kar spooning mein sex – main peeche se, haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Unhone vibrator clit pe lagaya. Dono dheere se jhad gaye – woh bhi, main bhi. Cum andar hi – “Bacche ko bhi tera pyaar pahunch raha hai.”
Chuches bade hone lage. Nipple dark ho gaye, sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Bua sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.” Main chusta raha – sweet, warm, addictive.
Pet pe stretch marks aane lage. Main oil massage deta – roz. Massage ke dauran unki choot geeli ho jati. Main dheere se ungli daalta. Woh tadapti – “Beta… dheere… par rukna mat…”
Shower mein – pani ke neeche. Main unke peeche khada. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Pani hamare sharir pe gir raha tha. Unhone vibrator on kiya clit pe. Dono jhad gaye – paani ke saath mix.
Raat ko blindfold karke tease – main unhe surprise deta. Feather se pet pe, nipple pe. Phir tongue se choot chaat ta. Woh tadapti – “Beta… mat ruko… chod do…”
Vibrator se tease – low speed pe pet ke paas. Woh kehti – “Baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… tera pyaar.”
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai. “Aryan… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… humara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Family calls aate hain – “Rani ji… kaise ho? Baccha ladka hai na?” Woh normal baat karti hai. Par phone band karte hi mujhe kiss karti – “Beta… yeh sab tere liye hai.”
Ab pregnancy 8 mahine mein. Delivery nazdeek. Main unke saath rahta hoon – doctor visits, shopping, sab mein. Raat ko unke pet se baat karta hoon. “Beta… jaldi aa ja… papa aur maa wait kar rahe hain.”
Bua muskura deti hai. “Beta… tu best baap banega.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai. Main unke liye sab kuch hoon – pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri bua, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Ab har subah main unke pet ko kiss karta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat unki baahon mein sona – yeh meri duniya hai.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha jab paida hoga – nayi shuruaat. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.