Hi, my name is Vikram Singh Rathore, aur yeh meri woh sachchi kahani hai jo main apne andar chhupaye rakhta tha lekin ab bata raha hoon kyunki yeh memories ab bhi mujhe garam kar deti hain. Main 24 saal ka hoon, Jaipur mein apne parents ke saath rehta hoon. Family joint nahi hai lekin relatives bohot close hain. Meri mami, yani mummy ki chhoti behen, Anjali Mami, umar 38 saal ki, lekin dikhti 30 ki tarah. Unka divorce final hua tha 6 mahine pehle – mama ne dusri shadi kar li thi aur mami ko chhod diya tha. Mausi ab Jaipur ke hi ek chhote se flat mein akeli rehti thi, job karti thi bank mein, lekin emotionally bohot tooti hui thi.
Mummy aksar bolti thi, "Vikram, jaa ke mami ko dekh aaja… akeli hai bechari." Main bhi chinta karta tha – bachpan se mami mujhe bohot pyar karti thi, mere birthday pe gifts deti, hug karti. Lekin ab jawani mein main notice karne laga tha unki beauty – gori chamdi, lambe silky baal jo woh khule chhod deti thi, figure ab bhi killer 36D-28-38, boobs bade aur bhare hue jo kurti mein ubhar aate the, kamar patli, gaand round aur heavy. Divorce ke baad woh thodi zyada attractive lag rahi thi – sadness mein bhi woh glow karti thi.
Ek weekend main decide kiya visit karne ka. Mummy ne kaha, "Ja beta, khana le jaana unke liye." Main tiffin leke unke flat pahuncha – 3rd floor pe chhota sa 2BHK, neat aur clean. Darwaza khola toh mami ne khud khola – simple grey kurti aur leggings mein, baal khule, chehra thoda udaas lekin muskurahat thi. "Vikram beta! Aa gaya… andar aa." Ghar mein khushboo thi unke perfume ki aur chai ki. Hum baith gaye living room mein. Woh chai banane kitchen gayi, main unko dekhta raha – leggings mein gaand hil rahi thi, kurti tight thi boobs pe.
Chai peete hue baatein shuru hui. "Beta… tu aaya toh dil khush ho gaya… akeli rehti hoon yahan." Maine bola, "Mami aap tension mat lo… main aata rahunga." Woh aankhen bhar aayi, "Tera mama chhod ke chala gaya… ab koi nahi hai saath dene wala." Maine unka haath pakda, "Main hoon na mami… aap akeli nahi ho." Unhone mera haath dabaya, aankhon mein kuch alag tha – shukriya aur shayad attraction.
Shaam hone lagi, barish shuru ho gayi tez. Mummy ne phone kiya, "Vikram raat ko mat aana, barish bohot hai… mami ke yahin ruk ja." Mami ne bola, "Haan beta ruk ja… safe rahega." Raat ko hum dinner banaya saath – woh cook kar rahi thi, main help kar raha tha. Kitchen mein close aane se touch ho raha tha – uski kamar meri kamar se, boobs mere kandhe pe. Tension build hone lagi. Dinner ke baad hum sofa pe baith gaye TV dekhne, lekin dhyan nahi tha.
Mami ne dheere se bola, "Vikram… aaj raat yahin so ja… guest room hai." Maine bola, "Theek hai mami." Raat 12 baje lights off kar di. Main guest room mein let gaya, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Soch raha tha mami ke baare mein. Thodi der baad darwaza khula – mami andar aayi, thin nighty mein, candle leke. "Beta… neend nahi aa rahi… baat kar le?" Woh bed ke kinare baith gayi. Nighty ka neckline deep tha, cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Maine uth ke baitha, "Mami… aap bhi so nahi pa rahi?"
Woh ro padi dheere se, "Beta… main bohot akeli hoon… koi pyar nahi karta." Maine unko gale laga liya. Unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, garam aur soft. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Woh feel kar gayi, aankhen badi ki, lekin hatayi nahi. "Vikram… tu bhi feel kar raha hai na?" Maine haan mein sir hilaya. Woh mere chehre ke paas aayi, lips pe kiss kar diya – pehle soft, phir deep. Hum kiss karne lage passionately, tongue andar.
Maine nighty ke straps niche kiye – boobs bahar aaye, bra nahi thi. Heavy, round, nipples dark aur hard. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se. "Ahh… Vikram… dheere… kitna zor se chus raha hai… mausi ke boobs itne din se kisi ne nahi chhue." Main dusre ko dabata raha, woh moan kar rahi thi. Niche haath gaya, nighty upar ki – panty gili thi. Utari – pussy shaved, lips swollen. Fingers se clit rub kiya. "Ahhh… beta… andar daal ungli… haan… mausi ki chut tere liye tadap rahi hai."
Do fingers andar daale, pump karne laga. Woh bed pe tadap rahi thi, "Haan… finger fuck kar… tez… main jhadne wali hoon!" Speed badhaya, woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, juice mere haath pe, "Ahhhh… beta… aa gaya… haan!"
Phir mausi ne meri pant kholi, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna garam." Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep, lips stretch hue. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mausi… suck karo… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main unko bed pe litaya, taangein failayi. Lund chut pe ragda, teasing. "Mausi… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… divorce ke baad pehli baar… chod mujhe." Dheere se push kiya, pura andar – tight, hot, wet. "Ahhh… mausi… teri chut kitni mast… pura andar ja raha hai." Slow thrusts se shuru – har andar bahar mein unki feelings dekhta. "Haan… aise hi… dheere… phir tez kar dena."
Speed badhaya – bed hil raha tha, wet sounds room mein. Unke boobs hil rahe the, main dabata raha. "Feel kar mausi… mera lund kitna gehra ja raha hai teri chut mein." Woh boli, "Haan beta… zor se… phaad de mausi ki chut… husband ne chhoda tha, tu bhar de mujhe!"
Position change – doggy style. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara. "Le mausi… teri gaand kitni soft… roz sochta tha." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… fuck your mausi like she needs!"
Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, lund pe bounce. Boobs mere muh ke paas, main chus raha tha. Woh tez tez, "Ahhh… Vikram… main phir jhadne wali… haan!" Main neeche se dhakke maare.
Multiple rounds – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay. Ek round mein main unki chut chaat raha tha, doosre mein woh mujhe blowjob de rahi thi. Emotions mix – guilt mausi ke saath, lekin comfort aur lust overpower.
Last round missionary. Taangein kandhon pe, deep thrusts. "Mausi… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… bhar de… mausi ki chut ko apna maal daal… mujhe akela mat chhodna." Zor se dhakka maara, cum andar – garam jets, overflow. Woh saath jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… tera maal… garam… feel ho raha hai… haan!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi andar, cum tapak raha. Mausi ne kiss kiya, "Vikram… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab bhi time mile… aa jana… mujhe akela nahi chhodna." Main bola, "Haan mausi… ab se har weekend visit karunga… aap meri ho."
Us visit ke baad main har hafte jaane laga – weekend pe flat mein, raat bhar sex, slow foreplay se wild sessions tak. Mausi khush ho gayi, confident bani. Mummy ko lagta tha main mami ki help kar raha hoon. Yeh hamara forbidden affair tha – divorced mausi aur bhatije ka, jo loneliness ko pyaar mein badal diya. Har baar jab main jaata hoon, woh darwaza khol ke muskurati hai, aur raat phir se passion se bhar jaati hai.
Mummy aksar bolti thi, "Vikram, jaa ke mami ko dekh aaja… akeli hai bechari." Main bhi chinta karta tha – bachpan se mami mujhe bohot pyar karti thi, mere birthday pe gifts deti, hug karti. Lekin ab jawani mein main notice karne laga tha unki beauty – gori chamdi, lambe silky baal jo woh khule chhod deti thi, figure ab bhi killer 36D-28-38, boobs bade aur bhare hue jo kurti mein ubhar aate the, kamar patli, gaand round aur heavy. Divorce ke baad woh thodi zyada attractive lag rahi thi – sadness mein bhi woh glow karti thi.
Ek weekend main decide kiya visit karne ka. Mummy ne kaha, "Ja beta, khana le jaana unke liye." Main tiffin leke unke flat pahuncha – 3rd floor pe chhota sa 2BHK, neat aur clean. Darwaza khola toh mami ne khud khola – simple grey kurti aur leggings mein, baal khule, chehra thoda udaas lekin muskurahat thi. "Vikram beta! Aa gaya… andar aa." Ghar mein khushboo thi unke perfume ki aur chai ki. Hum baith gaye living room mein. Woh chai banane kitchen gayi, main unko dekhta raha – leggings mein gaand hil rahi thi, kurti tight thi boobs pe.
Chai peete hue baatein shuru hui. "Beta… tu aaya toh dil khush ho gaya… akeli rehti hoon yahan." Maine bola, "Mami aap tension mat lo… main aata rahunga." Woh aankhen bhar aayi, "Tera mama chhod ke chala gaya… ab koi nahi hai saath dene wala." Maine unka haath pakda, "Main hoon na mami… aap akeli nahi ho." Unhone mera haath dabaya, aankhon mein kuch alag tha – shukriya aur shayad attraction.
Shaam hone lagi, barish shuru ho gayi tez. Mummy ne phone kiya, "Vikram raat ko mat aana, barish bohot hai… mami ke yahin ruk ja." Mami ne bola, "Haan beta ruk ja… safe rahega." Raat ko hum dinner banaya saath – woh cook kar rahi thi, main help kar raha tha. Kitchen mein close aane se touch ho raha tha – uski kamar meri kamar se, boobs mere kandhe pe. Tension build hone lagi. Dinner ke baad hum sofa pe baith gaye TV dekhne, lekin dhyan nahi tha.
Mami ne dheere se bola, "Vikram… aaj raat yahin so ja… guest room hai." Maine bola, "Theek hai mami." Raat 12 baje lights off kar di. Main guest room mein let gaya, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Soch raha tha mami ke baare mein. Thodi der baad darwaza khula – mami andar aayi, thin nighty mein, candle leke. "Beta… neend nahi aa rahi… baat kar le?" Woh bed ke kinare baith gayi. Nighty ka neckline deep tha, cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Maine uth ke baitha, "Mami… aap bhi so nahi pa rahi?"
Woh ro padi dheere se, "Beta… main bohot akeli hoon… koi pyar nahi karta." Maine unko gale laga liya. Unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, garam aur soft. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Woh feel kar gayi, aankhen badi ki, lekin hatayi nahi. "Vikram… tu bhi feel kar raha hai na?" Maine haan mein sir hilaya. Woh mere chehre ke paas aayi, lips pe kiss kar diya – pehle soft, phir deep. Hum kiss karne lage passionately, tongue andar.
Maine nighty ke straps niche kiye – boobs bahar aaye, bra nahi thi. Heavy, round, nipples dark aur hard. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se. "Ahh… Vikram… dheere… kitna zor se chus raha hai… mausi ke boobs itne din se kisi ne nahi chhue." Main dusre ko dabata raha, woh moan kar rahi thi. Niche haath gaya, nighty upar ki – panty gili thi. Utari – pussy shaved, lips swollen. Fingers se clit rub kiya. "Ahhh… beta… andar daal ungli… haan… mausi ki chut tere liye tadap rahi hai."
Do fingers andar daale, pump karne laga. Woh bed pe tadap rahi thi, "Haan… finger fuck kar… tez… main jhadne wali hoon!" Speed badhaya, woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, juice mere haath pe, "Ahhhh… beta… aa gaya… haan!"
Phir mausi ne meri pant kholi, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna garam." Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep, lips stretch hue. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mausi… suck karo… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main unko bed pe litaya, taangein failayi. Lund chut pe ragda, teasing. "Mausi… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… divorce ke baad pehli baar… chod mujhe." Dheere se push kiya, pura andar – tight, hot, wet. "Ahhh… mausi… teri chut kitni mast… pura andar ja raha hai." Slow thrusts se shuru – har andar bahar mein unki feelings dekhta. "Haan… aise hi… dheere… phir tez kar dena."
Speed badhaya – bed hil raha tha, wet sounds room mein. Unke boobs hil rahe the, main dabata raha. "Feel kar mausi… mera lund kitna gehra ja raha hai teri chut mein." Woh boli, "Haan beta… zor se… phaad de mausi ki chut… husband ne chhoda tha, tu bhar de mujhe!"
Position change – doggy style. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara. "Le mausi… teri gaand kitni soft… roz sochta tha." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… fuck your mausi like she needs!"
Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, lund pe bounce. Boobs mere muh ke paas, main chus raha tha. Woh tez tez, "Ahhh… Vikram… main phir jhadne wali… haan!" Main neeche se dhakke maare.
Multiple rounds – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay. Ek round mein main unki chut chaat raha tha, doosre mein woh mujhe blowjob de rahi thi. Emotions mix – guilt mausi ke saath, lekin comfort aur lust overpower.
Last round missionary. Taangein kandhon pe, deep thrusts. "Mausi… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… bhar de… mausi ki chut ko apna maal daal… mujhe akela mat chhodna." Zor se dhakka maara, cum andar – garam jets, overflow. Woh saath jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… tera maal… garam… feel ho raha hai… haan!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi andar, cum tapak raha. Mausi ne kiss kiya, "Vikram… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab bhi time mile… aa jana… mujhe akela nahi chhodna." Main bola, "Haan mausi… ab se har weekend visit karunga… aap meri ho."
Us visit ke baad main har hafte jaane laga – weekend pe flat mein, raat bhar sex, slow foreplay se wild sessions tak. Mausi khush ho gayi, confident bani. Mummy ko lagta tha main mami ki help kar raha hoon. Yeh hamara forbidden affair tha – divorced mausi aur bhatije ka, jo loneliness ko pyaar mein badal diya. Har baar jab main jaata hoon, woh darwaza khol ke muskurati hai, aur raat phir se passion se bhar jaati hai.