Hello doston, mera naam Rohan hai, aur yeh kahani hai meri mausi, Kavita, ke saath hue us paapi aur madhur rishte ki jo bachpan ki masoomiyat se shuru hokar ek aisi aag bani jo hamare rishton ko hamesha ke liye badal di. Main 23 saal ka hun, Lucknow mein MBA kar raha hun, college life enjoy kar raha hun – parties, friends, lekin dil mein hamesha ek khali pan tha. Mera body fit hai, gym se bani hui chest aur arms, 5'11" height, wheatish complexion, aur mera lund 7.5 inch ka mota aur curved, jo erect hone par ladkiyon ko tadpa deta hai – atleast meri ex-girlfriends ne yeh kaha hai. Meri mausi Kavita 39 saal ki hain, mausa ji ki wife, Kanpur mein rehti hain, school teacher hain. Woh ekdum milf type – gori silky skin jaise marble, lambe straight baal jo kamar ko chhute hain, figure 37-29-39 ka, bade bade heavy boobs jo kurtas mein bhi bounce karte hain, deep navel jo saree mein tease karti hai, aur wide curvy gaand jo chalte hue hypnotize kar deti hai. Mausi mausa ji se 8 saal chhoti hain, unka arranged marriage hua tha, lekin mausa ji ab 47 ke hain, diabetes aur job stress se thake hue, sex life negligible – yeh mujhe baad mein pata chala. Bachpan se mausi mujhe bahut pyar karti thi – holidays pe unke ghar jaata, woh stories sunati, gifts deti, hug karti – us time innocent tha, lekin puberty ke baad woh hugs mein unke boobs ka softness feel karta, aur raat mein fantasize karta. Mausi ko bhi shayad feel hota tha – mujhe dekhte hue aankhen chamakti, extra care karti, kabhi "Mera handsome bhatija" bol kar cheek pe kiss.
Humari families bahut close hain – mausa-mami (mausi), mummy-papa, aur meri behan. Har saal festivals pe milte, vacations saath. Yeh story last Holi ki hai, March 2025 ki, jab Holi celebrations ke liye pure family mausi ke Kanpur wale ghar mein gather hui. Mausa ji ka spacious 3BHK flat hai, garden area, balcony, aur Holi pe colors, sweets, aur masti se bhara. Sab pahunche – mummy-papa, chacha-chachi, cousins, total 12-15 log. Mausi ne sabka swagat kiya – white kurta-pajama pehna tha Holi ke liye, lekin tight fitting, boobs ka shape clear, wet hone par transparent hone wala fabric. Mujhe dekhte hi hug kiya, uske boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, colors se thoda geela tha kurta, nipples ka hint. "Rohan beta, kitne mahino baad mila, kitna jawan ho gaya," woh boli, uski awaaz mein warmth aur kuch alag. Mera dil dhadka, lund stir hua shorts mein. "Mausi, aap to hamesha beautiful lagti ho, mausa ji jealous honge," maine flirt kiya mazak mein. Woh hasi, "Shaitan, mausa ji ko bataungi," lekin uski aankhen mein mischief thi.
Pehla din rang khelne ka tha. Subah se masti shuru – colors, pichkari, music. Mausi sabko colors lagati, mujhe specially pakad kar face pe rang malti, "Beta, ab tu mera ho gaya." Main bhi retaliate kiya, uske cheeks pe, neck pe, accidentally boobs pe haath lag gaya. Woh shiver ki, lekin has di. Pool party type masti garden mein – sab geele ho gaye. Mausi ka kurta completely wet, bra dikh rahi thi black lacy, nipples erect thand se. Main ghoor raha tha hidden se, mausi ne notice kiya, smile di aur pallu se cover kiya lekin dheere se. Dopahar ko lunch ke baad sab rest kar rahe the, main balcony pe cigarette pi raha tha chupke (family ko nahi pata). Mausi aayi, "Beta, yeh galat hai, chhod de," boli lekin mere paas baith gayi. Baatein shuru – college life, girlfriends. "Koi special hai?" poochi. Main bola, "Nahi mausi, aap jaisi mature aur caring koi nahi." Woh blushed, "Mature? Main buddhi hun kya?" Mainne haath uske haath pe rakha, "Nahi, aap hot ho." Atmosphere charged, main bold ho kar uske cheek pe kiss kiya. Mausi shocked, lekin nahi hati. Fir usne mujhe kiss back kiya – lips pe soft peck.
Us raat neend nahi aayi. Dusra din thandai aur bhang party. Sab high hue lightly, masti badhi. Mausi ne green saree pehni, low blouse, back exposed. Dance karte hue mausi mere saath pair hui, close moves, uski kamar pe haath, boobs mere body se touch. Ek moment mein woh slip hui, mainne pakda, uski gaand pe haath lag gaya. "Sorry mausi," bola, lekin woh whisper ki, "Koi baat nahi beta, mazaa aaya." Raat ko sab so gaye, mausa ji bhi thake hue so gaye. Main kitchen mein thandai pine gaya, mausi wahan thi, sweets arrange kar rahi thi. "Rohan, neend nahi aa rahi?" poochi. Main paas gaya, "Aapki wajah se mausi." Hug kiya peeche se, uski gaand pe lund press. Mausi gasp ki, "Beta, yeh kya? Family hai ghar mein." Lekin turn hui aur kiss kar diya passionately – tongue dance, saliva mix, 15 minute tak. Mera haath saree ke andar, boobs dabaye over blouse – heavy aur firm, nipples hard. "Ahh Rohan, dheere, awaaz mat kar."
Maine blouse khola, bra push up, boobs bahar nikale – large areolas, pinkish brown nipples. Suck kiya ek ko, dusre ko twist. Mausi moan ki softly, "Beta, kitne saal baad yeh feel hua, mausa ji ab nahi karte." Usne mera t-shirt utara, chest pe kiss, nipples bite lightly. Fir shorts kholi, lund bahar – "Oh god Rohan, kitna bada aur mota lund, mausa ji ka half." Haath se stroke kiya, fir knee pe baith kar blowjob shuru – slow lick tip se, then deep throat, gagging lightly lekin expert. Balls suck, tongue swirl. Main uske baal pakad kar face fuck lightly, "Mausi, ahh, ruk jao warna muh mein." Woh ruk gayi, hasi, "Ab chodo mujhe yahan hi."
Kitchen counter pe baith gayi, saree upar ki, panty side. Chut pink, wet, trimmed hair. Maine fingers se explore – clit rub, two fingers in, g-spot hit. "Finger fuck kar beta, zor se." Fast kiya, squirting jaisa juice bahar, woh orgasm se shiver. Fir main muh laga diya – lick chut, taste salty sweet mature, clit suck, tongue fuck. Mausi legs mere shoulder pe, "Ahh beta, chaato apni mausi ki chut, multiple cum!" Do baar jhadi oral se. Ab main event – lund chut pe ragda, tease. "Daal andar Rohan, chode mujhe jaise apni biwi." Slowly push – tight aur slippery, woh bite lip dard se. "Dheere beta, mausa ji se bada hai." Poora andar, slow thrusts, fir fast. Counter pe thap thap, uski boobs bounce, main suck. "Harder, fuck your mausi!"
Position change – usko ghumaya, doggy over counter, gaand upar. Deep penetration, haath se boobs pakde, nipples pull. "Ahh yes, spank me beta." Gaand pe thappad, red marks. Anal tease kiya finger se, "Next time gaand mein." Climax pe "Cum inside beta, pill pe hun." Speed badha, hot thick cum chut mein bhar diya, leak hua thighs pe. Hum kiss kiye, clean kiya tissues se. Guilt aaya – "Yeh incest hai, rishta kharab ho jayega," mausi boli, tears in eyes. Lekin hug kiya, "Lekin pyar hai beta, control nahi hua."
Shuruaat thi. Teesra din mausa ji office gaye, family shopping. Mausi aur main ghar pe "rest" ke bahane. Bedroom mein full session – strip slow, mutual massage oil se. Boobs oil se shiny, massage karte hue nipple play. 69 position – main neeche, uski chut mere muh pe, lund uske muh mein. Simultaneous oral, moans vibrate. Fir cowgirl – mausi upar, ride wildly, boobs bounce, hips grind. "Ahh Rohan, teri mausi ko ride karne de." Switch missionary – deep emotional fuck, eye contact, "I love you beta, more than mausi." Anal first time – lubricant se, slow entry, pain to pleasure, "Full andar, fuck my ass!" Multiple positions, hours tak, sweat se geele. Cum inside chut again.
Chautha din risky – family picnic park mein. Sab busy, mausi aur main hidden bushes mein sneak. Quickie standing – saree upar, lund in, fast thrusts, hand over mouth moans dabane. Cum inside, clean. Raat ko terrace pe stars ke neeche romantic – slow foreplay, hours of teasing, then passionate sex. Emotional talks – mausi ki loneliness, mausa ji ki neglect, mera attraction bachpan se. "Guilt hai lekin regret nahi," boli.
Paanchwa din departure, lekin mausi ne station drop kiya. Raste mein car park side, back seat sex – doggy, windows foggy, intense farewell fuck. Ab video calls pe sexting, nudes, mutual masturbation. Family meets pe secret hotel rooms. Yeh real inspired mausi-bhatija taboo fantasy hai, rishton ki gehri aag aur emotions. Pasand aayi to apni mausi imagine karo.
Humari families bahut close hain – mausa-mami (mausi), mummy-papa, aur meri behan. Har saal festivals pe milte, vacations saath. Yeh story last Holi ki hai, March 2025 ki, jab Holi celebrations ke liye pure family mausi ke Kanpur wale ghar mein gather hui. Mausa ji ka spacious 3BHK flat hai, garden area, balcony, aur Holi pe colors, sweets, aur masti se bhara. Sab pahunche – mummy-papa, chacha-chachi, cousins, total 12-15 log. Mausi ne sabka swagat kiya – white kurta-pajama pehna tha Holi ke liye, lekin tight fitting, boobs ka shape clear, wet hone par transparent hone wala fabric. Mujhe dekhte hi hug kiya, uske boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, colors se thoda geela tha kurta, nipples ka hint. "Rohan beta, kitne mahino baad mila, kitna jawan ho gaya," woh boli, uski awaaz mein warmth aur kuch alag. Mera dil dhadka, lund stir hua shorts mein. "Mausi, aap to hamesha beautiful lagti ho, mausa ji jealous honge," maine flirt kiya mazak mein. Woh hasi, "Shaitan, mausa ji ko bataungi," lekin uski aankhen mein mischief thi.
Pehla din rang khelne ka tha. Subah se masti shuru – colors, pichkari, music. Mausi sabko colors lagati, mujhe specially pakad kar face pe rang malti, "Beta, ab tu mera ho gaya." Main bhi retaliate kiya, uske cheeks pe, neck pe, accidentally boobs pe haath lag gaya. Woh shiver ki, lekin has di. Pool party type masti garden mein – sab geele ho gaye. Mausi ka kurta completely wet, bra dikh rahi thi black lacy, nipples erect thand se. Main ghoor raha tha hidden se, mausi ne notice kiya, smile di aur pallu se cover kiya lekin dheere se. Dopahar ko lunch ke baad sab rest kar rahe the, main balcony pe cigarette pi raha tha chupke (family ko nahi pata). Mausi aayi, "Beta, yeh galat hai, chhod de," boli lekin mere paas baith gayi. Baatein shuru – college life, girlfriends. "Koi special hai?" poochi. Main bola, "Nahi mausi, aap jaisi mature aur caring koi nahi." Woh blushed, "Mature? Main buddhi hun kya?" Mainne haath uske haath pe rakha, "Nahi, aap hot ho." Atmosphere charged, main bold ho kar uske cheek pe kiss kiya. Mausi shocked, lekin nahi hati. Fir usne mujhe kiss back kiya – lips pe soft peck.
Us raat neend nahi aayi. Dusra din thandai aur bhang party. Sab high hue lightly, masti badhi. Mausi ne green saree pehni, low blouse, back exposed. Dance karte hue mausi mere saath pair hui, close moves, uski kamar pe haath, boobs mere body se touch. Ek moment mein woh slip hui, mainne pakda, uski gaand pe haath lag gaya. "Sorry mausi," bola, lekin woh whisper ki, "Koi baat nahi beta, mazaa aaya." Raat ko sab so gaye, mausa ji bhi thake hue so gaye. Main kitchen mein thandai pine gaya, mausi wahan thi, sweets arrange kar rahi thi. "Rohan, neend nahi aa rahi?" poochi. Main paas gaya, "Aapki wajah se mausi." Hug kiya peeche se, uski gaand pe lund press. Mausi gasp ki, "Beta, yeh kya? Family hai ghar mein." Lekin turn hui aur kiss kar diya passionately – tongue dance, saliva mix, 15 minute tak. Mera haath saree ke andar, boobs dabaye over blouse – heavy aur firm, nipples hard. "Ahh Rohan, dheere, awaaz mat kar."
Maine blouse khola, bra push up, boobs bahar nikale – large areolas, pinkish brown nipples. Suck kiya ek ko, dusre ko twist. Mausi moan ki softly, "Beta, kitne saal baad yeh feel hua, mausa ji ab nahi karte." Usne mera t-shirt utara, chest pe kiss, nipples bite lightly. Fir shorts kholi, lund bahar – "Oh god Rohan, kitna bada aur mota lund, mausa ji ka half." Haath se stroke kiya, fir knee pe baith kar blowjob shuru – slow lick tip se, then deep throat, gagging lightly lekin expert. Balls suck, tongue swirl. Main uske baal pakad kar face fuck lightly, "Mausi, ahh, ruk jao warna muh mein." Woh ruk gayi, hasi, "Ab chodo mujhe yahan hi."
Kitchen counter pe baith gayi, saree upar ki, panty side. Chut pink, wet, trimmed hair. Maine fingers se explore – clit rub, two fingers in, g-spot hit. "Finger fuck kar beta, zor se." Fast kiya, squirting jaisa juice bahar, woh orgasm se shiver. Fir main muh laga diya – lick chut, taste salty sweet mature, clit suck, tongue fuck. Mausi legs mere shoulder pe, "Ahh beta, chaato apni mausi ki chut, multiple cum!" Do baar jhadi oral se. Ab main event – lund chut pe ragda, tease. "Daal andar Rohan, chode mujhe jaise apni biwi." Slowly push – tight aur slippery, woh bite lip dard se. "Dheere beta, mausa ji se bada hai." Poora andar, slow thrusts, fir fast. Counter pe thap thap, uski boobs bounce, main suck. "Harder, fuck your mausi!"
Position change – usko ghumaya, doggy over counter, gaand upar. Deep penetration, haath se boobs pakde, nipples pull. "Ahh yes, spank me beta." Gaand pe thappad, red marks. Anal tease kiya finger se, "Next time gaand mein." Climax pe "Cum inside beta, pill pe hun." Speed badha, hot thick cum chut mein bhar diya, leak hua thighs pe. Hum kiss kiye, clean kiya tissues se. Guilt aaya – "Yeh incest hai, rishta kharab ho jayega," mausi boli, tears in eyes. Lekin hug kiya, "Lekin pyar hai beta, control nahi hua."
Shuruaat thi. Teesra din mausa ji office gaye, family shopping. Mausi aur main ghar pe "rest" ke bahane. Bedroom mein full session – strip slow, mutual massage oil se. Boobs oil se shiny, massage karte hue nipple play. 69 position – main neeche, uski chut mere muh pe, lund uske muh mein. Simultaneous oral, moans vibrate. Fir cowgirl – mausi upar, ride wildly, boobs bounce, hips grind. "Ahh Rohan, teri mausi ko ride karne de." Switch missionary – deep emotional fuck, eye contact, "I love you beta, more than mausi." Anal first time – lubricant se, slow entry, pain to pleasure, "Full andar, fuck my ass!" Multiple positions, hours tak, sweat se geele. Cum inside chut again.
Chautha din risky – family picnic park mein. Sab busy, mausi aur main hidden bushes mein sneak. Quickie standing – saree upar, lund in, fast thrusts, hand over mouth moans dabane. Cum inside, clean. Raat ko terrace pe stars ke neeche romantic – slow foreplay, hours of teasing, then passionate sex. Emotional talks – mausi ki loneliness, mausa ji ki neglect, mera attraction bachpan se. "Guilt hai lekin regret nahi," boli.
Paanchwa din departure, lekin mausi ne station drop kiya. Raste mein car park side, back seat sex – doggy, windows foggy, intense farewell fuck. Ab video calls pe sexting, nudes, mutual masturbation. Family meets pe secret hotel rooms. Yeh real inspired mausi-bhatija taboo fantasy hai, rishton ki gehri aag aur emotions. Pasand aayi to apni mausi imagine karo.