Hi, mera naam Rohan Sharma hai, aur yeh meri sachchi kahani hai jo last monsoon season mein hui thi. Main 24 saal ka tha, Lucknow mein engineering college mein padh raha tha. Ghar middle-class tha, joint family setup, aur har saal summer vacation mein hum sab relatives ke paas jaate the. Is baar papa ne mujhe apni behen, yani meri mami ke ghar bhej diya – Lucknow ke old city area mein unka bada sa makaan tha. Mami ka naam Priya tha, umar lagbhag 38-39, lekin bilkul jawaan dikhti thi – gori chamdi, lambe kaale baal, aur figure jo kisi bhi mard ko pagal kar de. 36DD ke boobs, patli kamar, aur gol gol gaand – saree pehne toh unki body ka har curve saaf dikhta tha. Mamaji bank mein job karte the, roz subah 9 se shaam 6 tak office, toh ghar pe aksar mami akeli rehti thi.
Pehle din se hi mami ke saath chemistry ban gayi thi. Subah chai peete waqt unki saree ka pallu thoda sa sark jaata, aur main unke deep cleavage ko chupke se dekhta. Woh notice karti, phir bhi muskurati rehti. "Rohan beta, tu itna sharmeela kyun hai? Dekh le jo dekhna hai," ek baar unhone mazak mein kaha, aur mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Ghar mein AC nahi tha, toh garmi mein hum dono paseene se tar-batar rehte. Shaam ko mami ne kaha, "Chal beta, bazaar chalte hain. Kuch sabziyaan aur kapde lene hain." Main excited ho gaya – bazaar mein itni bheed hoti hai, chance milega unke saath close rehne ka.
Hum dono scooter pe baith kar Aminabad bazaar gaye. Mami ne pink cotton saree pehni thi, low-cut blouse, aur pallu thoda loose tha. Scooter pe main peeche baitha, aur mami ne kaha, "Beta, pakad le ache se, gir mat jaana." Maine unki kamar pakdi, aur unki soft skin feel hui. Jaise hi scooter start hua, unki gaand mere lund pe ragadne lagi. Har speed breaker pe unki gaand zor se dabti, aur mera lund pant mein tadapne laga. Bazaar pahunchte hi bheed thi – log idhar udhar dhakel rahe the. Mami ne mera haath pakad liya, "Beta, kho mat jaana." Hum vegetable wale ke paas gaye, mami jhuk kar sabziyan dekh rahi thi. Unka pallu side mein sark gaya, aur blouse ke andar se unke bade bade boobs ka deep cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Main peeche se unke bilkul close khada ho gaya, mera lund unki gaand pe dab gaya. Woh ruk gayi, phir dheere se peeche dhakela, jaise feel kar rahi ho. "Beta, itna tight kyun pakad raha hai?" unhone halki awaaz mein kaha, lekin muskurahat thi.
Phir hum kapde ki dukaan mein gaye. Mami ne ek blouse try karne ke liye trial room mein jaane ka kaha. "Beta, bahar wait kar, agar size theek na ho toh bata dena." Trial room ke curtain ke andar se unki awaaz aayi, "Rohan, zara yeh blouse dekh, back hook laga de." Main andar gaya – curtain thoda khula tha. Mami sirf bra aur petticoat mein thi. Unke bade boobs black lace bra mein bandhe hue, nipples hard dikhte the. Main unke peeche gaya, hook lagaya, lekin jaan-bujh kar dheere se unki peeth pe haath phera. Unki skin garam thi, paseene se geeli. "Ahh... beta, kitna achha lag raha hai," unhone saans lete hue kaha. Maine unke boobs ko peeche se dabaya, bra ke upar se. Woh moan kar di, "Ufff... Rohan, yahan nahi... log dekh lenge." Lekin unki awaaz mein excitement tha.
Bazaar se wapas aate waqt scooter pe aur bhi close the. Mami ne apni gaand mere lund pe zor se ragdi, aur main unki kamar ko tight pakad ke unke boobs ko peeche se dabata raha. Ghar pahunchte hi mamaji office se late aane wale the. Mami ne kaha, "Beta, garmi se naha le. Main bhi nahaungi." Main bathroom mein gaya, lekin mami ne kaha, "Arre beta, paani kam hai, saath mein naha lete hain. Bachpan mein toh saath nahate the na?" Yeh sunke mera dil zor se dhadka. Hum dono bathroom mein gaye – chhota sa bathroom, geyser garam paani de raha tha.
Mami ne saree utari – pehle pallu, phir blouse ke hooks khole. Unke bade boobs bra mein bahar aane ko tadap rahe the. Bra utari toh unke boobs bounce kiye – dark brown nipples hard aur bade. Petticoat ka nada khola, aur panty ke saath neeche gir gaya. Unki choot shaved thi, thodi geeli dikhti thi. Main bhi nanga ho gaya, mera 7 inch ka lund khada tha, pre-cum tapak raha tha. Hum dono neeche shower ke neeche khade hue. Paani girta raha, hum ek doosre ko sabun lagane lage. Maine unke boobs pe sabun lagaya, unke nipples ko pinch kiya. Woh moan kar rahi thi, "Ahhh Rohan... choos inhe beta." Maine jhuk kar unke nipples choosa – salty taste of sweat aur soap, lekin kitna mitha lag raha tha. Unhone mera lund pakda, dheere dheere hilane lagi. "Kitna mota hai tera... mami ki choot mein daal na."
Hum bahar aaye, towel bhi nahi liye. Bedroom mein seedha bed pe. Mami ne mujhe dhakka diya, upar chadh gayi. Unke boobs mere muh mein daal diye. Maine zor zor se choosa, bite kiya. Woh tadap uthi, "Haan beta... zor se choos... ahhh." Phir woh neeche gayi, mera lund muh mein liya. Unki garam zubaan mere cock ke head pe ghum rahi thi, pre-cum chat rahi thi. "Mmm... tasty hai tera." Woh deepthroat karne lagi, gagging awaaz aane lagi. Main unke baal pakad ke muh mein dhakel raha tha.
Phir maine unhe bed pe litaya, unki taange failayi. Unki choot geeli thi, pink lips chamak rahi thi. Maine tongue daali, clit ko chatta. Woh chillayi, "Ahhh Rohan... choot chaat... haan aur zor se!" Unka ras mere muh mein aa raha tha – tangy aur sweet. Phir maine apna lund unki choot pe ragda, teasing kiya. "Daal na beta... mami ko chodo... tadap rahi hoon." Maine ek jhatke mein andar daal diya. Tight thi, lekin geeli hone se andar chala gaya. "Ahhhh... haan beta... zor se pel!" Main zor zor se dhakke marne laga, unke boobs uchal rahe the. Har thrust pe unki choot se awaaz aati – chap chap.
Position change ki – doggy style. Unki gaand upar, main peeche se pel raha tha. Unki gaand dabata, thappad marta. "Haan beta... gaand maaro... chodo mujhe!" Unhone kaha. Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, hips ghuma rahi thi, boobs bounce kar rahe the. Main neeche se unke nipples dabata. Woh jhad gayi pehli baar – body kaanp rahi thi, choot tight ho gayi, ras bah raha tha. "Ahhh main aa gayi... haan beta!"
Doosra round – missionary mein. Main zor se pel raha tha, unke muh mein kiss kar raha. Unki awaaz, "Chodo Rohan... mami ki choot bhar de... creampie de!" Main aur tez hua, finally andar hi jhad gaya – garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya, bahar tapak raha tha. Hum dono haanf rahe the, paseene se bheege hue.
Shaam ko mamaji aaye, hum normal behave kiye, lekin mami ki aankhon mein woh chamak thi. Raat ko jab sab so gaye, mami mere room mein aayi, aur phir se chudai shuru ho gayi – iss baar dheere dheere, lekin aur intense. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi – bazaar ki woh teasing ab har roz ki baat ban gayi thi.
Pehle din se hi mami ke saath chemistry ban gayi thi. Subah chai peete waqt unki saree ka pallu thoda sa sark jaata, aur main unke deep cleavage ko chupke se dekhta. Woh notice karti, phir bhi muskurati rehti. "Rohan beta, tu itna sharmeela kyun hai? Dekh le jo dekhna hai," ek baar unhone mazak mein kaha, aur mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya. Ghar mein AC nahi tha, toh garmi mein hum dono paseene se tar-batar rehte. Shaam ko mami ne kaha, "Chal beta, bazaar chalte hain. Kuch sabziyaan aur kapde lene hain." Main excited ho gaya – bazaar mein itni bheed hoti hai, chance milega unke saath close rehne ka.
Hum dono scooter pe baith kar Aminabad bazaar gaye. Mami ne pink cotton saree pehni thi, low-cut blouse, aur pallu thoda loose tha. Scooter pe main peeche baitha, aur mami ne kaha, "Beta, pakad le ache se, gir mat jaana." Maine unki kamar pakdi, aur unki soft skin feel hui. Jaise hi scooter start hua, unki gaand mere lund pe ragadne lagi. Har speed breaker pe unki gaand zor se dabti, aur mera lund pant mein tadapne laga. Bazaar pahunchte hi bheed thi – log idhar udhar dhakel rahe the. Mami ne mera haath pakad liya, "Beta, kho mat jaana." Hum vegetable wale ke paas gaye, mami jhuk kar sabziyan dekh rahi thi. Unka pallu side mein sark gaya, aur blouse ke andar se unke bade bade boobs ka deep cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Main peeche se unke bilkul close khada ho gaya, mera lund unki gaand pe dab gaya. Woh ruk gayi, phir dheere se peeche dhakela, jaise feel kar rahi ho. "Beta, itna tight kyun pakad raha hai?" unhone halki awaaz mein kaha, lekin muskurahat thi.
Phir hum kapde ki dukaan mein gaye. Mami ne ek blouse try karne ke liye trial room mein jaane ka kaha. "Beta, bahar wait kar, agar size theek na ho toh bata dena." Trial room ke curtain ke andar se unki awaaz aayi, "Rohan, zara yeh blouse dekh, back hook laga de." Main andar gaya – curtain thoda khula tha. Mami sirf bra aur petticoat mein thi. Unke bade boobs black lace bra mein bandhe hue, nipples hard dikhte the. Main unke peeche gaya, hook lagaya, lekin jaan-bujh kar dheere se unki peeth pe haath phera. Unki skin garam thi, paseene se geeli. "Ahh... beta, kitna achha lag raha hai," unhone saans lete hue kaha. Maine unke boobs ko peeche se dabaya, bra ke upar se. Woh moan kar di, "Ufff... Rohan, yahan nahi... log dekh lenge." Lekin unki awaaz mein excitement tha.
Bazaar se wapas aate waqt scooter pe aur bhi close the. Mami ne apni gaand mere lund pe zor se ragdi, aur main unki kamar ko tight pakad ke unke boobs ko peeche se dabata raha. Ghar pahunchte hi mamaji office se late aane wale the. Mami ne kaha, "Beta, garmi se naha le. Main bhi nahaungi." Main bathroom mein gaya, lekin mami ne kaha, "Arre beta, paani kam hai, saath mein naha lete hain. Bachpan mein toh saath nahate the na?" Yeh sunke mera dil zor se dhadka. Hum dono bathroom mein gaye – chhota sa bathroom, geyser garam paani de raha tha.
Mami ne saree utari – pehle pallu, phir blouse ke hooks khole. Unke bade boobs bra mein bahar aane ko tadap rahe the. Bra utari toh unke boobs bounce kiye – dark brown nipples hard aur bade. Petticoat ka nada khola, aur panty ke saath neeche gir gaya. Unki choot shaved thi, thodi geeli dikhti thi. Main bhi nanga ho gaya, mera 7 inch ka lund khada tha, pre-cum tapak raha tha. Hum dono neeche shower ke neeche khade hue. Paani girta raha, hum ek doosre ko sabun lagane lage. Maine unke boobs pe sabun lagaya, unke nipples ko pinch kiya. Woh moan kar rahi thi, "Ahhh Rohan... choos inhe beta." Maine jhuk kar unke nipples choosa – salty taste of sweat aur soap, lekin kitna mitha lag raha tha. Unhone mera lund pakda, dheere dheere hilane lagi. "Kitna mota hai tera... mami ki choot mein daal na."
Hum bahar aaye, towel bhi nahi liye. Bedroom mein seedha bed pe. Mami ne mujhe dhakka diya, upar chadh gayi. Unke boobs mere muh mein daal diye. Maine zor zor se choosa, bite kiya. Woh tadap uthi, "Haan beta... zor se choos... ahhh." Phir woh neeche gayi, mera lund muh mein liya. Unki garam zubaan mere cock ke head pe ghum rahi thi, pre-cum chat rahi thi. "Mmm... tasty hai tera." Woh deepthroat karne lagi, gagging awaaz aane lagi. Main unke baal pakad ke muh mein dhakel raha tha.
Phir maine unhe bed pe litaya, unki taange failayi. Unki choot geeli thi, pink lips chamak rahi thi. Maine tongue daali, clit ko chatta. Woh chillayi, "Ahhh Rohan... choot chaat... haan aur zor se!" Unka ras mere muh mein aa raha tha – tangy aur sweet. Phir maine apna lund unki choot pe ragda, teasing kiya. "Daal na beta... mami ko chodo... tadap rahi hoon." Maine ek jhatke mein andar daal diya. Tight thi, lekin geeli hone se andar chala gaya. "Ahhhh... haan beta... zor se pel!" Main zor zor se dhakke marne laga, unke boobs uchal rahe the. Har thrust pe unki choot se awaaz aati – chap chap.
Position change ki – doggy style. Unki gaand upar, main peeche se pel raha tha. Unki gaand dabata, thappad marta. "Haan beta... gaand maaro... chodo mujhe!" Unhone kaha. Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, hips ghuma rahi thi, boobs bounce kar rahe the. Main neeche se unke nipples dabata. Woh jhad gayi pehli baar – body kaanp rahi thi, choot tight ho gayi, ras bah raha tha. "Ahhh main aa gayi... haan beta!"
Doosra round – missionary mein. Main zor se pel raha tha, unke muh mein kiss kar raha. Unki awaaz, "Chodo Rohan... mami ki choot bhar de... creampie de!" Main aur tez hua, finally andar hi jhad gaya – garam cum unki choot mein bhar diya, bahar tapak raha tha. Hum dono haanf rahe the, paseene se bheege hue.
Shaam ko mamaji aaye, hum normal behave kiye, lekin mami ki aankhon mein woh chamak thi. Raat ko jab sab so gaye, mami mere room mein aayi, aur phir se chudai shuru ho gayi – iss baar dheere dheere, lekin aur intense. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi – bazaar ki woh teasing ab har roz ki baat ban gayi thi.