Hi, my name is Neil Desai, and yeh meri woh sachchi kahani hai jo main apne dil ke andar chhupaye rakhta tha lekin ab bata raha hoon kyunki yeh yaadein ab bhi garam karti hain. Main 24 saal ka hoon, Ahmedabad mein apne parents ke saath rehta hoon. Family middle-class hai, ghar mein teen bedroom hain – ek mummy-papa ka, ek mera, aur ek guest room jo ab mausi ke liye ban gaya tha. Meri mausi, Kavita Mausi, umar 39 saal ki, lekin dikhti 32-33 ki tarah. Divorce hua tha unka 8 mahine pehle – husband ne cheating ki wajah se chhod diya tha. Mausi gori chamdi wali, lambe wavy baal, figure 36DD-30-38, boobs bade aur bhare hue, kamar patli, gaand round aur tight. Divorce ke baad woh emotionally tooti hui thi, lekin physically ab bhi bohot attractive – woh simple cotton saree pehenti thi ghar pe, jo paseene se chipak jaati thi aur unki curves ko highlight karti thi.
Mausi hamare ghar aa gayi thi support ke liye. Mummy unki behen thi, toh dono din bhar baatein karti rehti thi. Papa office jaate the subah se shaam tak. Main ghar se hi freelancing karta tha, toh din bhar mausi ke saath time spend hota tha. Pehle toh normal tha – chai banate, TV dekhte, baatein karte. Lekin dheere dheere main notice karne laga unki loneliness. Raat ko woh akeli room mein baith ke roti thi kabhi kabhi, ya phone pe ex-husband se baat kar ke udaas ho jaati. Main comfort karne ke liye unke paas baithta, haath pakadta. Ek din unhone mujhe hug kiya tightly, unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, soft aur garam. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Woh feel kar gayi shayad, lekin kuch nahi boli, bas dheere se boli, "Neil beta… tu hi mera sahara hai ab."
Us raat se cheezein change hone lagi. Mausi raat ko thin nighty pehenti thi – sleeveless, low neck, jo unke cleavage ko dikhati thi. Jab woh jhuk kar paani leti ya bed pe baithti, nighty upar chadh jaati thi, thighs dikh jaati thi. Main unke room ke paas se guzarne lagta, darwaza thoda khula chhod deti woh jaan bujh ke shayad. Ek shaam mummy market gayi thi, papa late the. Mausi kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, nighty pehni hui. Main peeche se gaya, "Mausi, help karun?" Woh muskurayi, "Haan beta, sabzi kaat de." Jab main paas khada hua, unki kamar touch ho gayi meri. Woh kaanp uthi, lekin hatayi nahi.
Maine haath unki kamar pe rakha, dheere se dabaya. "Mausi… aap bahut akeli lagti ho." Woh palti, aankhen badi, "Neil… yeh galat hai… main teri mausi hoon." Lekin unki saans tez thi, nipples nighty ke upar se hard dikh rahe the. Maine unke chehre ke paas gaya, lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh freeze ho gayi, phir jawab dene lagi – soft kiss, phir tongue andar. Hum passionate kiss karne lage, kitchen counter pe unko dabaya. Mera haath unke boobs pe gaya, dabaya over the nighty. "Ahh… Neil… dheere… kitna zor se…" woh moan ki.
Maine nighty ke straps niche kiye, boobs bahar aaye – heavy, round, dark pink nipples erect. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se, tongue se circle banaya. "Mmm… beta… chus mausi ke boobs… itne din se kisi ne touch nahi kiya." Main dusre ko pinch karta raha, woh tadap rahi thi. Niche haath gaya, nighty upar ki – panty nahi thi andar, pussy shaved, lips swollen aur gili. Fingers se rub kiya clit pe. "Ahhh… Neil… andar daal ungli… haan… mausi ki chut garam hai tere liye."
Do fingers andar daale, andar bahar karne laga slowly at first, phir tez. Unki chut tight thi, juices mere haath pe gir rahe the. Woh hips utha rahi thi counter pe, "Haan beta… finger fuck kar… zor se… maa jhadne wali hai!" Main speed badhaya, thumb clit pe ragda. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhhh… aa raha hai… haan… cuming!" Juice bahar nikla, maine taste kiya – sweet aur musky.
Phir hum unke room mein gaye, darwaza lock kiya. Mausi bed pe let gayi, nighty pura utar diya. Nangi thi – perfect body, stretch marks thode se pet pe divorce ke stress se, lekin woh aur sexy lag rahi thi. Maine apne kapde utare, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. Mausi ne haath mein liya, hilaya slowly. "Itna bada… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna hard aur garam." Usne muh mein liya, chusne lagi – lips stretch hue, tongue head pe swirl, deepthroat try kiya, gagging lightly. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mausi… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main unko bed pe litaya, taangein failayi wide. Lund ko chut pe ragda, teasing karte hue entrance pe dabaya. "Mausi… ready ho?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… andar daal… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… itne din se tadap rahi thi." Dheere se push kiya, head andar gaya, phir pura andar – tight, hot, wet grip. "Ahhh… mausi… teri chut kitni tight… feels like heaven." Pura andar daala, balls tak, phir dheere bahar, phir andar. Woh moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… aise hi… dheere dheere… phir tez kar dena."
Main slow thrusts se shuru kiya, har thrust mein unki feelings samajhta – unki aankhen band, lips bite kar rahi thi, haath sheets pakde. "Neil… beta… yeh galat hai lekin itna sahi lag raha hai… chod mausi ko… uss bewakoof pati se badla le." Main speed badhaya gradually, hips slap karne lage unki thighs pe. Wet sounds room mein gunj rahe the – chhap chhap. Unke boobs hil rahe the har thrust pe. Maine unko dabaya, nipples twist kiye. "Mausi… tere boobs kitne soft aur bade… dabane ka mazaa alag hai."
Position change ki – mausi doggy style mein. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka, skin red ho gayi. "Le mausi… teri gaand kitni mast… roz sochta tha ise pakadne ka." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… chod apni mausi ko jaise randi ko chodte hain!" Main full speed pe tha, balls unki clit pe slap kar rahe the. Unhone pillow mein muh daba ke cheekhi, "Ahhh… phir se cumming… haan… beta… zor se!"
Woh jhad gayi doosri baar, pussy spasming around my cock, milking me. Main hold kiya, phir unko missionary mein litaya. Taangein kandhon pe rakhi, deep penetration. "Feel kar mausi… kitna gehra ja raha hai… tera beta tujhe andar tak bhar raha hai." Woh aankhen band kar boli, "Haan… bhar de… apna maal daal andar… mausi ko pregnant kar de… uss bewakoof ko dikha de." Taboo words ne mujhe aur garam kiya.
Teesra round – cowgirl. Mausi upar baith gayi, lund pe sink down slowly. "Mmm… pura andar… kitna mota hai… stretch kar raha hai." Woh ride karne lagi, grinding clit against me, boobs bouncing in my face. Main chus raha tha, biting nipples. Woh tez tez upar neeche, "Ahhh… Neil… main phir jhadne wali… haan… saath mein cum kar!" Pressure build hua mere mein bhi. "Mausi… main bhi… andar hi…" Woh boli, "Haan beta… bhar de… garam maal daal mausi ki chut mein… ahhhh!"
Main zor se dhakke maare neeche se, cum explode kiya andar – jet after jet, hot aur thick, overflow ho raha tha thighs pe. Woh bhi saath mein jhad gayi, body shaking violently, "Ahhhh… feel kar raha hai… tera maal… kitna zyada… garam… haan!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi andar tha, soft ho raha tha, cum bahar tapak raha tha. Mausi ne mujhe kiss kiya softly, "Neil… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab bhi mummy-papa nahi honge… raat ko aa jana." Main bola, "Haan mausi… ab se har raat aisa hi hoga… tujhe akela nahi chhodunga."
Us din se mausi ke saath yeh silsila chalta raha. Har raat jab ghar sota tha, main unke room mein chala jata – slow foreplay, long kissing, multiple positions, multiple orgasms. Kabhi bathroom mein shower ke neeche, kabhi kitchen mein counter pe, kabhi balcony pe raat ko. Unki loneliness khatam ho gayi, aur mera attraction badhta gaya. Guilt hota tha kabhi, lekin passion zyada tha. Mausi ab confident lagti thi, smile zyada karti thi. Yeh hamara forbidden rishta tha – mausi aur bhatije ka, jo kabhi khatam nahi hoga.
Mausi hamare ghar aa gayi thi support ke liye. Mummy unki behen thi, toh dono din bhar baatein karti rehti thi. Papa office jaate the subah se shaam tak. Main ghar se hi freelancing karta tha, toh din bhar mausi ke saath time spend hota tha. Pehle toh normal tha – chai banate, TV dekhte, baatein karte. Lekin dheere dheere main notice karne laga unki loneliness. Raat ko woh akeli room mein baith ke roti thi kabhi kabhi, ya phone pe ex-husband se baat kar ke udaas ho jaati. Main comfort karne ke liye unke paas baithta, haath pakadta. Ek din unhone mujhe hug kiya tightly, unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, soft aur garam. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Woh feel kar gayi shayad, lekin kuch nahi boli, bas dheere se boli, "Neil beta… tu hi mera sahara hai ab."
Us raat se cheezein change hone lagi. Mausi raat ko thin nighty pehenti thi – sleeveless, low neck, jo unke cleavage ko dikhati thi. Jab woh jhuk kar paani leti ya bed pe baithti, nighty upar chadh jaati thi, thighs dikh jaati thi. Main unke room ke paas se guzarne lagta, darwaza thoda khula chhod deti woh jaan bujh ke shayad. Ek shaam mummy market gayi thi, papa late the. Mausi kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, nighty pehni hui. Main peeche se gaya, "Mausi, help karun?" Woh muskurayi, "Haan beta, sabzi kaat de." Jab main paas khada hua, unki kamar touch ho gayi meri. Woh kaanp uthi, lekin hatayi nahi.
Maine haath unki kamar pe rakha, dheere se dabaya. "Mausi… aap bahut akeli lagti ho." Woh palti, aankhen badi, "Neil… yeh galat hai… main teri mausi hoon." Lekin unki saans tez thi, nipples nighty ke upar se hard dikh rahe the. Maine unke chehre ke paas gaya, lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh freeze ho gayi, phir jawab dene lagi – soft kiss, phir tongue andar. Hum passionate kiss karne lage, kitchen counter pe unko dabaya. Mera haath unke boobs pe gaya, dabaya over the nighty. "Ahh… Neil… dheere… kitna zor se…" woh moan ki.
Maine nighty ke straps niche kiye, boobs bahar aaye – heavy, round, dark pink nipples erect. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se, tongue se circle banaya. "Mmm… beta… chus mausi ke boobs… itne din se kisi ne touch nahi kiya." Main dusre ko pinch karta raha, woh tadap rahi thi. Niche haath gaya, nighty upar ki – panty nahi thi andar, pussy shaved, lips swollen aur gili. Fingers se rub kiya clit pe. "Ahhh… Neil… andar daal ungli… haan… mausi ki chut garam hai tere liye."
Do fingers andar daale, andar bahar karne laga slowly at first, phir tez. Unki chut tight thi, juices mere haath pe gir rahe the. Woh hips utha rahi thi counter pe, "Haan beta… finger fuck kar… zor se… maa jhadne wali hai!" Main speed badhaya, thumb clit pe ragda. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhhh… aa raha hai… haan… cuming!" Juice bahar nikla, maine taste kiya – sweet aur musky.
Phir hum unke room mein gaye, darwaza lock kiya. Mausi bed pe let gayi, nighty pura utar diya. Nangi thi – perfect body, stretch marks thode se pet pe divorce ke stress se, lekin woh aur sexy lag rahi thi. Maine apne kapde utare, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. Mausi ne haath mein liya, hilaya slowly. "Itna bada… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna hard aur garam." Usne muh mein liya, chusne lagi – lips stretch hue, tongue head pe swirl, deepthroat try kiya, gagging lightly. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mausi… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main unko bed pe litaya, taangein failayi wide. Lund ko chut pe ragda, teasing karte hue entrance pe dabaya. "Mausi… ready ho?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… andar daal… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… itne din se tadap rahi thi." Dheere se push kiya, head andar gaya, phir pura andar – tight, hot, wet grip. "Ahhh… mausi… teri chut kitni tight… feels like heaven." Pura andar daala, balls tak, phir dheere bahar, phir andar. Woh moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… aise hi… dheere dheere… phir tez kar dena."
Main slow thrusts se shuru kiya, har thrust mein unki feelings samajhta – unki aankhen band, lips bite kar rahi thi, haath sheets pakde. "Neil… beta… yeh galat hai lekin itna sahi lag raha hai… chod mausi ko… uss bewakoof pati se badla le." Main speed badhaya gradually, hips slap karne lage unki thighs pe. Wet sounds room mein gunj rahe the – chhap chhap. Unke boobs hil rahe the har thrust pe. Maine unko dabaya, nipples twist kiye. "Mausi… tere boobs kitne soft aur bade… dabane ka mazaa alag hai."
Position change ki – mausi doggy style mein. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka, skin red ho gayi. "Le mausi… teri gaand kitni mast… roz sochta tha ise pakadne ka." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… chod apni mausi ko jaise randi ko chodte hain!" Main full speed pe tha, balls unki clit pe slap kar rahe the. Unhone pillow mein muh daba ke cheekhi, "Ahhh… phir se cumming… haan… beta… zor se!"
Woh jhad gayi doosri baar, pussy spasming around my cock, milking me. Main hold kiya, phir unko missionary mein litaya. Taangein kandhon pe rakhi, deep penetration. "Feel kar mausi… kitna gehra ja raha hai… tera beta tujhe andar tak bhar raha hai." Woh aankhen band kar boli, "Haan… bhar de… apna maal daal andar… mausi ko pregnant kar de… uss bewakoof ko dikha de." Taboo words ne mujhe aur garam kiya.
Teesra round – cowgirl. Mausi upar baith gayi, lund pe sink down slowly. "Mmm… pura andar… kitna mota hai… stretch kar raha hai." Woh ride karne lagi, grinding clit against me, boobs bouncing in my face. Main chus raha tha, biting nipples. Woh tez tez upar neeche, "Ahhh… Neil… main phir jhadne wali… haan… saath mein cum kar!" Pressure build hua mere mein bhi. "Mausi… main bhi… andar hi…" Woh boli, "Haan beta… bhar de… garam maal daal mausi ki chut mein… ahhhh!"
Main zor se dhakke maare neeche se, cum explode kiya andar – jet after jet, hot aur thick, overflow ho raha tha thighs pe. Woh bhi saath mein jhad gayi, body shaking violently, "Ahhhh… feel kar raha hai… tera maal… kitna zyada… garam… haan!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi andar tha, soft ho raha tha, cum bahar tapak raha tha. Mausi ne mujhe kiss kiya softly, "Neil… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab bhi mummy-papa nahi honge… raat ko aa jana." Main bola, "Haan mausi… ab se har raat aisa hi hoga… tujhe akela nahi chhodunga."
Us din se mausi ke saath yeh silsila chalta raha. Har raat jab ghar sota tha, main unke room mein chala jata – slow foreplay, long kissing, multiple positions, multiple orgasms. Kabhi bathroom mein shower ke neeche, kabhi kitchen mein counter pe, kabhi balcony pe raat ko. Unki loneliness khatam ho gayi, aur mera attraction badhta gaya. Guilt hota tha kabhi, lekin passion zyada tha. Mausi ab confident lagti thi, smile zyada karti thi. Yeh hamara forbidden rishta tha – mausi aur bhatije ka, jo kabhi khatam nahi hoga.