Hi, my name is Pratik Rao, and yeh meri woh sachchi aur bohot intense kahani hai jo main kabhi kisi ko bataane ki himmat nahi kar pa raha tha. Main 25 saal ka hoon, Lucknow mein apne parents ke saath rehta hoon. Family joint type ki hai, lekin mama ke ghar pe hum log aksar jaate the. Mama ka sudden heart attack se death ho gaya tha 6 mahine pehle, aur ab unka first shradh tha – pitru paksha mein. Poora family gather hua tha mama ke ghar pe – mummy-papa, chacha-chachi, aur main. Ghar mein mourning ka mahoul tha, sab log white kapde pehne, pandit ji mantras padh rahe the, kitchen mein simple satvik khana ban raha tha.
Mami – yani mama ki wife, Anjali Mami, umar 42 saal ki – bohot sundar aur mature thi. Divorce nahi hua tha lekin mama ke jaane ke baad woh emotionally toot gayi thi. Gori chamdi, lambe baal jo ab bun mein bandhe rehte the, figure ab bhi killer – 38DD boobs jo saree ke blouse mein mushkil se sambhalte the, kamar patli, gaand heavy aur round. Shradh ke din woh simple white cotton saree pehni thi, pallu se chehra cover kiya hua, lekin jab woh jhuk kar puja ke liye baithti thi toh cleavage aur hips ka shape saaf dikh jaata tha. Unki beti, meri cousin Riya, 21 saal ki – college student, slim-toned body, 34C boobs, fair skin, long straight hair. Riya bachpan se hi mujhse bohot close thi – hum log games khelte the, secrets share karte the, lekin ab woh badi ho gayi thi, college mein hot lagti thi tight jeans aur tops mein.
Shradh ka din tha – subah se pandit ji rituals kar rahe the, pind daan, tarpan, sab log baith ke mantra sun rahe the. Shaam hone lagi toh sab thak gaye. Mummy-papa aur baaki relatives neeche hall mein baith ke baatein kar rahe the, pandit ji chhod ke chale gaye. Ghar mein thodi shanti aa gayi. Main upar terrace pe gaya cigarette peene (secretly, kyunki shradh mein smoking nahi karte), lekin wahan pahuncha toh mami aur Riya dono baithi thi – chup, aankhen laal, mausi ro rahi thi dheere dheere. Riya unko gale laga ke comfort kar rahi thi.
Main paas gaya, "Mami… Riya… sab theek hai?" Mami ne mujhe dekha, aankhen bhar aayi, "Pratik beta… aaj din bohot mushkil tha… mama ki yaad aa rahi hai." Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… mami ko akela chhodna nahi, hum saath hain." Main unke paas baith gaya. Mami ne mera haath pakda, "Tu hi toh ab mera sahara hai… mama ke baad." Unka haath garam tha, touch mein kuch alag feel hua. Riya bhi mere shoulder pe sar rakha, "Bhaiya… hum teeno saath rahenge na?"
Raat hone lagi. Sab log so gaye – neeche hall mein relatives, mummy-papa guest room mein. Main, mami aur Riya upar ek bade bedroom mein the – shradh ke din family ek saath rehne ka tradition tha. Room mein sirf ek dim nightlight, fan chal raha tha slowly, humid air mein jasmine ki khushboo thi mami ke perfume se. Mami bed pe baithi thi, saree ka pallu thoda loose. Riya side mein leti thi, night suit mein – shorts aur top, legs bare. Main unke beech baith gaya.
Mami ne dheere se bola, "Pratik… aaj raat akeli nahi so sakti… darr lag raha hai." Riya ne bola, "Haan bhaiya… hum teeno ek saath so jaate hain." Maine haan kaha. Lights off kar di, sirf nightlight. Hum let gaye – main beech mein, mami left pe, Riya right pe. Thodi der chuppi rahi. Phir mami ka haath mere chest pe aaya, "Beta… tera dil kitna tez dhadak raha hai." Maine unka haath pakda, "Mami… aap bhi… saans tez hai."
Riya ne side se haath meri thigh pe rakha, "Bhaiya… hum sab pareshan hain… shayad comfort chahiye." Tension build hone lagi. Maine mami ke taraf palta, unke chehre ke paas gaya. Unhone aankhen band kar li. Maine lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh kaanp uthi, lekin jawab diya – soft kiss, phir tongue. Riya dekh rahi thi, shocked lekin excited. "Bhaiya… mami…" Maine bola, "Shhh… secret hai." Riya ne bhi mere taraf palti, lips pe kiss kar diya – pehli baar cousin ke saath.
Mami ne saree ka pallu side kiya, blouse ke hooks khole. Boobs bahar aaye – heavy, bra mein, nipples hard. Maine bra utari, boobs pakde, dabaye. "Ahh… Pratik… dheere… kitna zor se…" Riya ne apna top utara, bra bhi – uske boobs perfect round, pink nipples. Main dono ko alternate chusne laga – mami ke bade boobs, Riya ke tight. Mami moan kar rahi thi, "Haan beta… chus mausi ke boobs… Riya bhi… aao saath mein."
Riya ne meri pant kholi, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, hard. "Bhaiya… itna bada…" Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya. Mami ne dekha, "Riya… seekh le… apne cousin bhai ko khush kar." Mami ne bhi join kiya – dono milkar suck kar rahi thi, ek head chus rahi, doosri balls lick. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mami… Riya… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main mami ko litaya, saree upar ki, petticoat niche. Panty gili thi. Utari – hairy pussy, lips swollen. Tongue se lick kiya, clit pe focus. "Ahhh… beta… chaat mausi ki chut… itne din se koi nahi chua." Riya ne apni shorts utari, panty bhi – shaved pussy. Maine un dono ki chut alternate chaati – mami ki mature musky taste, Riya ki fresh sweet. Dono tadap rahi thi, moans muffled kiye pillow se.
Phir main mami ke upar chadh gaya, lund chut pe ragda. "Mami… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… mama ke shradh din pe… badla le." Dheere se andar dhakela – tight thi, garam, wet. "Ahhh… mami… teri chut kitni mast… pura andar." Pura daala, slow thrusts se shuru. Riya side mein dekh rahi thi, fingers se khud ko rub kar rahi thi.
Speed badhaya – zor zor dhakke, bed creaking lightly. Mami moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… chod mausi ko… beta… phaad de!" Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… mujhe bhi…" Maine switch kiya – Riya pe aaya, uski tight chut mein daala. "Ahhh… bhaiya… dheere… pehli baar hai… lekin mazaa aa raha hai." Main dheere dheere andar bahar, phir tez. Riya cheekh uthi, "Haan… chod apni cousin ko… zor se!"
Mami ne Riya ke boobs chuse, main Riya ko chod raha tha. Phir position change – mami doggy mein, main peeche se daala. Riya ne mami ki chut rub ki. "Mami… feel karo… beta kitna zor se maar raha hai." Main gaand dabata hua thappad maara, "Le mami… teri gaand mast hai." Mami jhad gayi – "Ahhh… cumming… haan… beta… maa jhad rahi hai!"
Riya upar aayi, cowgirl mein mera lund pe baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi, boobs hil rahe the. Mami ne Riya ke nipples pinch kiye. "Haan beti… ride kar apne bhai ko… mazaa le." Main neeche se dhakke maare. Riya tez tez, "Ahhh… bhaiya… main jhadne wali… haan!"
Multiple rounds hue – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay karte. Ek round mein main dono ki chut alternate choda – mami andar, phir Riya, phir wapas. Dono moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… dono ko bhar de… apna maal daal!" Last mein main mami ke andar tha, Riya side mein. Pressure build hua. "Mami… Riya… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Dono boli, "Haan… bhar do… chut mein maal daalo!"
Main zor se dhakka maara, cum andar chhod diya mami ki chut mein – garam jets, overflow ho raha tha. Mami bhi jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… beta ka maal… garam… feel ho raha hai!" Riya ne apni ungli se khud ko climax diya, saath mein.
Hum teeno thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Room mein sex ki smell thick thi, bahar shradh ka mahoul tha lekin andar passion. Mami ne mujhe kiss kiya, "Pratik… yeh hamara secret rahega… mama ki yaad mein bhi hum zinda rahenge." Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… ab se har shradh ya family gathering pe aisa hi."
Us din se mami aur Riya ke saath yeh rishta badal gaya. Har baar jab main unke ghar jaata hoon, raat ko secret meetings – slow buildup, teasing, wild sex. Shradh din ka woh raat ab bhi yaad hai – mourning aur lust ka mix, jo kabhi bhool nahi sakta.
Mami – yani mama ki wife, Anjali Mami, umar 42 saal ki – bohot sundar aur mature thi. Divorce nahi hua tha lekin mama ke jaane ke baad woh emotionally toot gayi thi. Gori chamdi, lambe baal jo ab bun mein bandhe rehte the, figure ab bhi killer – 38DD boobs jo saree ke blouse mein mushkil se sambhalte the, kamar patli, gaand heavy aur round. Shradh ke din woh simple white cotton saree pehni thi, pallu se chehra cover kiya hua, lekin jab woh jhuk kar puja ke liye baithti thi toh cleavage aur hips ka shape saaf dikh jaata tha. Unki beti, meri cousin Riya, 21 saal ki – college student, slim-toned body, 34C boobs, fair skin, long straight hair. Riya bachpan se hi mujhse bohot close thi – hum log games khelte the, secrets share karte the, lekin ab woh badi ho gayi thi, college mein hot lagti thi tight jeans aur tops mein.
Shradh ka din tha – subah se pandit ji rituals kar rahe the, pind daan, tarpan, sab log baith ke mantra sun rahe the. Shaam hone lagi toh sab thak gaye. Mummy-papa aur baaki relatives neeche hall mein baith ke baatein kar rahe the, pandit ji chhod ke chale gaye. Ghar mein thodi shanti aa gayi. Main upar terrace pe gaya cigarette peene (secretly, kyunki shradh mein smoking nahi karte), lekin wahan pahuncha toh mami aur Riya dono baithi thi – chup, aankhen laal, mausi ro rahi thi dheere dheere. Riya unko gale laga ke comfort kar rahi thi.
Main paas gaya, "Mami… Riya… sab theek hai?" Mami ne mujhe dekha, aankhen bhar aayi, "Pratik beta… aaj din bohot mushkil tha… mama ki yaad aa rahi hai." Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… mami ko akela chhodna nahi, hum saath hain." Main unke paas baith gaya. Mami ne mera haath pakda, "Tu hi toh ab mera sahara hai… mama ke baad." Unka haath garam tha, touch mein kuch alag feel hua. Riya bhi mere shoulder pe sar rakha, "Bhaiya… hum teeno saath rahenge na?"
Raat hone lagi. Sab log so gaye – neeche hall mein relatives, mummy-papa guest room mein. Main, mami aur Riya upar ek bade bedroom mein the – shradh ke din family ek saath rehne ka tradition tha. Room mein sirf ek dim nightlight, fan chal raha tha slowly, humid air mein jasmine ki khushboo thi mami ke perfume se. Mami bed pe baithi thi, saree ka pallu thoda loose. Riya side mein leti thi, night suit mein – shorts aur top, legs bare. Main unke beech baith gaya.
Mami ne dheere se bola, "Pratik… aaj raat akeli nahi so sakti… darr lag raha hai." Riya ne bola, "Haan bhaiya… hum teeno ek saath so jaate hain." Maine haan kaha. Lights off kar di, sirf nightlight. Hum let gaye – main beech mein, mami left pe, Riya right pe. Thodi der chuppi rahi. Phir mami ka haath mere chest pe aaya, "Beta… tera dil kitna tez dhadak raha hai." Maine unka haath pakda, "Mami… aap bhi… saans tez hai."
Riya ne side se haath meri thigh pe rakha, "Bhaiya… hum sab pareshan hain… shayad comfort chahiye." Tension build hone lagi. Maine mami ke taraf palta, unke chehre ke paas gaya. Unhone aankhen band kar li. Maine lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh kaanp uthi, lekin jawab diya – soft kiss, phir tongue. Riya dekh rahi thi, shocked lekin excited. "Bhaiya… mami…" Maine bola, "Shhh… secret hai." Riya ne bhi mere taraf palti, lips pe kiss kar diya – pehli baar cousin ke saath.
Mami ne saree ka pallu side kiya, blouse ke hooks khole. Boobs bahar aaye – heavy, bra mein, nipples hard. Maine bra utari, boobs pakde, dabaye. "Ahh… Pratik… dheere… kitna zor se…" Riya ne apna top utara, bra bhi – uske boobs perfect round, pink nipples. Main dono ko alternate chusne laga – mami ke bade boobs, Riya ke tight. Mami moan kar rahi thi, "Haan beta… chus mausi ke boobs… Riya bhi… aao saath mein."
Riya ne meri pant kholi, lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, hard. "Bhaiya… itna bada…" Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya. Mami ne dekha, "Riya… seekh le… apne cousin bhai ko khush kar." Mami ne bhi join kiya – dono milkar suck kar rahi thi, ek head chus rahi, doosri balls lick. Main moan kar raha tha, "Mami… Riya… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main mami ko litaya, saree upar ki, petticoat niche. Panty gili thi. Utari – hairy pussy, lips swollen. Tongue se lick kiya, clit pe focus. "Ahhh… beta… chaat mausi ki chut… itne din se koi nahi chua." Riya ne apni shorts utari, panty bhi – shaved pussy. Maine un dono ki chut alternate chaati – mami ki mature musky taste, Riya ki fresh sweet. Dono tadap rahi thi, moans muffled kiye pillow se.
Phir main mami ke upar chadh gaya, lund chut pe ragda. "Mami… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan beta… mausi ki chut mein apna lund daal… mama ke shradh din pe… badla le." Dheere se andar dhakela – tight thi, garam, wet. "Ahhh… mami… teri chut kitni mast… pura andar." Pura daala, slow thrusts se shuru. Riya side mein dekh rahi thi, fingers se khud ko rub kar rahi thi.
Speed badhaya – zor zor dhakke, bed creaking lightly. Mami moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… chod mausi ko… beta… phaad de!" Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… mujhe bhi…" Maine switch kiya – Riya pe aaya, uski tight chut mein daala. "Ahhh… bhaiya… dheere… pehli baar hai… lekin mazaa aa raha hai." Main dheere dheere andar bahar, phir tez. Riya cheekh uthi, "Haan… chod apni cousin ko… zor se!"
Mami ne Riya ke boobs chuse, main Riya ko chod raha tha. Phir position change – mami doggy mein, main peeche se daala. Riya ne mami ki chut rub ki. "Mami… feel karo… beta kitna zor se maar raha hai." Main gaand dabata hua thappad maara, "Le mami… teri gaand mast hai." Mami jhad gayi – "Ahhh… cumming… haan… beta… maa jhad rahi hai!"
Riya upar aayi, cowgirl mein mera lund pe baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi, boobs hil rahe the. Mami ne Riya ke nipples pinch kiye. "Haan beti… ride kar apne bhai ko… mazaa le." Main neeche se dhakke maare. Riya tez tez, "Ahhh… bhaiya… main jhadne wali… haan!"
Multiple rounds hue – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay karte. Ek round mein main dono ki chut alternate choda – mami andar, phir Riya, phir wapas. Dono moan kar rahi thi, "Haan… dono ko bhar de… apna maal daal!" Last mein main mami ke andar tha, Riya side mein. Pressure build hua. "Mami… Riya… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Dono boli, "Haan… bhar do… chut mein maal daalo!"
Main zor se dhakka maara, cum andar chhod diya mami ki chut mein – garam jets, overflow ho raha tha. Mami bhi jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… beta ka maal… garam… feel ho raha hai!" Riya ne apni ungli se khud ko climax diya, saath mein.
Hum teeno thak ke let gaye, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Room mein sex ki smell thick thi, bahar shradh ka mahoul tha lekin andar passion. Mami ne mujhe kiss kiya, "Pratik… yeh hamara secret rahega… mama ki yaad mein bhi hum zinda rahenge." Riya ne bola, "Bhaiya… ab se har shradh ya family gathering pe aisa hi."
Us din se mami aur Riya ke saath yeh rishta badal gaya. Har baar jab main unke ghar jaata hoon, raat ko secret meetings – slow buildup, teasing, wild sex. Shradh din ka woh raat ab bhi yaad hai – mourning aur lust ka mix, jo kabhi bhool nahi sakta.