Mera naam Rohan hai. Umar 21 saal. Main Patna University mein B.Tech third year ka student hoon, lekin garmi ki lambi chhuttiyon mein har saal ghar – Bihar ke ek chhote se kasbe Siwan mein – wapas aa jata hoon. Ghar mein sirf main aur maa rehte hain. Papa ki death 7 saal pehle heart attack se ho gayi thi. Tab se maa – Sarita Devi – akeli lad rahi hain. Umar ab 43 saal ki hai, lekin sharir ab bhi jawan lagta hai – 38-32-40 ka figure, gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo woh aksar khule chhodti thi, aur woh aankhen jo kabhi kabhi mujhe aise dekhti thi jaise kuch kehna chahti hon par bol nahi paati.
Shaadi ke baad se maa ne kabhi makeup nahi kiya, kabhi nayi saree nahi pehni – bas simple cotton saree, blouse, aur pallu se sar dhak leti thi. Par garmi mein jab saree paseene se chipak jati thi, toh unka nanga sharir saaf dikhne lagta tha – bade bhare hue chuche, patli kamar, moti gaand, aur woh navel jo kabhi kabhi pallu ke neeche se jhalak jata tha.
Shuruaat bilkul chhoti si cheez se hui.
June ki shuruat thi. Temperature 44-45 degrees. Bijli ka load-shedding har do ghante mein. Raat ko terrace pe so jate the. Maa aur main ek hi taraf charpai pe – thodi doori thi, par itni nahi ki haath na pahunch sake.
Ek raat bijli chali gayi. Garmi se paseena tapak raha tha. Main let kar soch raha tha. Maa palti. Unki saree ka pallu phisal gaya. Blouse ka neck deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Nipple hard the paseene ki wajah se. Main dekhta reh gaya.
Maa jaag gayi. “Rohan… neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Haan maa… garmi bahut hai.”
Unhone dheere se mera haath pakda. “Beta… tu bada ho gaya hai… ab samajhdaar hai na?”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhone mera haath apne pet pe rakha – nanga pet, garam skin. “Yahan se shuru hota hai sab kuch… samjha?”
Main kaanp utha. “Maa… yeh… galat hai.”
Unhone dheere se muskura di. “Beta… zindagi mein kabhi kabhi galat sahi ka farak mita jata hai. Papa chale gaye… main akeli hoon… tu bhi akela hai. Bas thodi si khushi…”
Unhone mera haath upar kiya – chuche pe. Blouse ke andar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Maa moan karne lagi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… maslo… zor se…”
Main ruk nahi paaya. Blouse ke hooks khole. Bra upar ki. Bade bhare hue chuche bahar. Nipple brown, hard. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Rohan… chuso… zor se… kitne din ho gaye… uffff… beta… meri chuche tere liye hi bachi thi…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se kheencha. Dard mein maza. Maa tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… daant se… chuso… meri chuche tere muh mein…”
Main saree upar ki. Petticoat ke andar haath. Panties geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot bushy thi, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease.
Maa kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le maa ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Maa ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda salty, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Maa… kitni tight hai teri choot… 7 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… maa ki choot phaad de…”
Maa ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga charpai pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… maa ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Maa… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine maa ko litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek jhatke mein andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Maa ne pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de maa ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… maa teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Charpai hil rahi thi. Maa ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Maa ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi maa… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar maa ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Maa upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… maa ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Maa… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum maa ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga maa ki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Maa ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Kal raat phir se…”
Main maa ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri maa thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah normal. Maa kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi. Main peeche se aaya. Unhone muskura di. “Beta… aaj bhi garmi hai na?”
Main unki kamar pe haath rakha. “Haan maa… aur bahut garmi hai andar.”
Din bhar chhoti chhoti cheezein – kitchen mein peeche se hug, haath saree ke andar, chuche dabana, choot pe ungli ragadna.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Maa ne nighty pehni thi. Andhera tha. Unhone nighty upar ki. Panties neeche. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot chaatni shuru.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… poori choot… andar tongue… uffff…”
Main chaat ta raha. Maa ne teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat.
Phir 69. Main maa ki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… maa ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal maa ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein maa ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do maa ki gaand… Aryan… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Maa ne anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein, bathroom mein, chhath pe jab bijli chali jati thi.
Ek din maa ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 15 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach maa?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par khushi bhi hui. Test kiya – positive.
Maa ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 43 saal ki umar mein… yeh khuda ka karam hai.”
Par dar bhi tha. Log kahenge – widow mother ko baccha… kaun baap? Shayad shak kar lenge.
Maa ne plan banaya – woh bolengi ki miracle hua. Family ko bata denge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions dheere – spooning mein, side by side. Maa ke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Maa ne vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie.
Chuches bade ho gaye. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere se.
Har orgasm ke baad maa mujhe pakad leti hai. “Rohan… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… hamara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Ab har subah main maa ke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Maa muskura deti hai.
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai.
Pregnancy test positive aane ke baad ghar ka mahaul bilkul badal gaya. Pehle jo guilt aur dar tha, woh dheere dheere ek gehre pyaar aur zimmedari mein badal gaya. Maa ab har subah uth kar mirror ke saamne khadi hoti, apne pet ko haath se sehlati, aur dheere se muskurati. “Rohan beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.” Main unke peeche khada ho jata, unke pet pe haath rakhta, aur gardan pe kiss karta. “Maa… main iska baap banunga… tera saath dunga hamesha.”
Par yeh khushi chhupi hui thi. Bahar se sab normal tha – maa ne family ko phone kar ke bataya ki “kuch din se tabiyat theek nahi thi, doctor ke paas gayi, aur pata chala ki pregnant hoon.” Sab hairan, phir khush. Dadi ne kaha “Bhagwan ne karam kiya… 43 saal mein miracle.” Chacha-chachi ne mithai bheji. Padosi log aane lage – “Sarita ji… kitni khushi ki baat hai… ladka hoga toh ghar roshan ho jayega.” Maa muskura deti, par andar se jaanti thi ki yeh “miracle” mera lund ka asar hai, mera maal jo har raat unki choot mein bhar diya jata tha.
Pregnancy ke pehle teen mahine mein maa ki tabiyat thodi kharab rehti thi – ulti, chakkar, thakan. Main college bunk karke unke paas rehta. Subah unhe chai banata, pair dabata, pet pe tel lagata. Massage ke dauran maa ki saansein tez ho jati. “Beta… tel lagate waqt haath upar mat jao… chuche ab bahut sensitive hain.” Main muskura deta, phir bhi haath upar le jata. Chuche bade ho gaye the, nipple dark aur ubhre hue. Blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the. Main bra khol deta, chuche bahar nikaalta, dheere se masalta. Nipple ko ungli se ghumata.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… dheere… nipple ko chhu mat… dard ho raha hai… par acha bhi lag raha hai…”
Main dheere se nipple muh mein le leta. Chusta. Thoda colostrum nikalta – warm, sweet, thoda salty. Maa moan karti – “Beta… yeh hamare bacche ke liye hai… par tu pehle pi… tera haq hai.”
Massage ke baad sex shuru hota – ab bahut dheere, bahut pyar se. Spooning position favorite ban gayi. Main peeche se. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe rakhte hue. Dheere dheere dhakke – andar bahar, andar bahar. Maa ki saansein tez, par control mein.
“Aaaahhhh… Rohan… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai… kitna pyar… uffff…”
Main vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagata. Double sensation. Maa dheere se jhadti – choot tight ho jati, pani tapakta. Main bhi andar hi jhad jata – creampie, garam maal pet tak pahunchta jaise.
“Beta… tera maal… hamare bacche ke paas pahunch raha hai… woh bhi mehsoos kar raha hai tera pyaar.”
Doctor visits shuru hue. Har mahine ultrasound. Pehla ultrasound mein chhota sa heartbeat dikha. Maa ne mera haath pakad liya, aankhen bhar aayi. “Dekh beta… yeh hamara hai… tera beta.”
Doctor ne kaha “everything normal… strong heartbeat.” Maa ne mujhe car mein kiss kiya. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain.”
Flat pahunch kar dheere se sex. Side by side. Legs interlocked. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe. Dono dheere jhad gaye – maa ki choot se pani, mera cum andar.
Pregnancy ke chaar mahine mein pet thoda ubharne laga. Maa saree pehenti thi, lekin pallu pet pe rakhti. Chuche aur bade ho gaye – blouse tight. Nipple bahar ubhar aate. Main roz unhe dabata, chusta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Beta… log dekh lenge… par tu mera beta hai… tera haq hai.”
Ek din family aayi – dadi, chacha. Maa ne pet dikhaya. Sab khush. Dadi ne pet pe haath rakha – “Kitna sundar lag raha hai… Bhagwan tujhe hamesha khush rakhe.” Main side mein khada tha, dil dhadak raha tha. Dadi jaane ke baad maa ne mujhe kamre mein bula liya. “Beta… dar laga tha… par ab hum free hain.”
Us raat full passion – lekin dheere. Maa ne vibrator use kiya clit pe, main dheere se choda. Dono jhad gaye – maa ne mera sar pakad kar apne seene pe rakha. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… humara pyaar ka saboot hai.”
Pregnancy ke 5-6 mahine mein maa ki choot aur sensitive ho gayi. Sirf clit touch karne se jhad jati. Main roz tease karta – tongue se halka sa chaat ta, phir ruk jata. Maa tadapti – “Beta… mat ruko… maa ki choot ko khol de… please…”
Phir main zor se chaat ta. Maa jhadti – fountain sa pani. Phir lund andar – dheere strokes. Maa kehte – “Beta… andar hi… maa ke andar tera maal… hamara baccha aur mazboot hoga.”
Gaand mein bhi try kiya – dheere se. Oil lagakar. Maa ne kaha – “Beta… ab gaand bhi teri hai… par dheere… bacche ke liye safe rakhna.”
Main dheere se andar. Maa moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… beta… dheere… par rukna mat…”
Dheere bahar, dheere andar. Maa ne gaand orgasm pa liya – alag hi feeling, poora sharir kaanp utha.
Delivery nazdeek aayi. 8th month mein maa ko thakan zyada. Main unhe hospital le jata – check-up. Ek din ultrasound mein doctor ne kaha “ladka hai… healthy.” Maa ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam. Car mein aate hue unhone kaha – “Beta… naam kya rakhega?”
Main bola – “Aap jo chaho… par uska baap main hoon.”
Maa ne kiss kiya. “Beta… yeh tera beta hai… hum dono ka.”
Delivery ke time main hospital mein tha. Maa ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.2 kg, healthy. Maa ne mujhe bulaya. Bacche ko god mein liya. “Dekh beta… yeh tera hai… hamara Aryan junior.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Maa ne haath pakad liya. “Beta… ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi shuru. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Maa doodh pilati – chuche se. Main dekhta rehta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Beta… tu bhi pi sakta hai… abhi bhi tera haq hai.”
Main nipple muh mein le leta. Doodh peeta – warm, sweet. Maa moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… doodh pi… maa ka doodh tere liye bhi hai…”
Bacche ke sone ke baad sex shuru. Ab aur dheere, aur pyar se. Spooning mein. Lund dheere andar. Haath pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke cradle pe. Maa kehte – “Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Maa doodh pilati. Main maa ko kiss karta. “Maa… tu meri zindagi hai… yeh baccha hamara pyaar hai.”
Maa muskura deti. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Papa ke jaane ke baad pehli baar main poori aurat ban gayi hoon… tere saath.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Rohan jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul mera hai.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, maa ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Maa kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Maa… tu meri maa bhi, meri biwi bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main uska baap banunga – openly. Maa uski maa. Par raat ko jab baccha so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – maa-beta ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, sab kuch.
Har subah main maa ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Maa muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
Shaadi ke baad se maa ne kabhi makeup nahi kiya, kabhi nayi saree nahi pehni – bas simple cotton saree, blouse, aur pallu se sar dhak leti thi. Par garmi mein jab saree paseene se chipak jati thi, toh unka nanga sharir saaf dikhne lagta tha – bade bhare hue chuche, patli kamar, moti gaand, aur woh navel jo kabhi kabhi pallu ke neeche se jhalak jata tha.
Shuruaat bilkul chhoti si cheez se hui.
June ki shuruat thi. Temperature 44-45 degrees. Bijli ka load-shedding har do ghante mein. Raat ko terrace pe so jate the. Maa aur main ek hi taraf charpai pe – thodi doori thi, par itni nahi ki haath na pahunch sake.
Ek raat bijli chali gayi. Garmi se paseena tapak raha tha. Main let kar soch raha tha. Maa palti. Unki saree ka pallu phisal gaya. Blouse ka neck deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Nipple hard the paseene ki wajah se. Main dekhta reh gaya.
Maa jaag gayi. “Rohan… neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Haan maa… garmi bahut hai.”
Unhone dheere se mera haath pakda. “Beta… tu bada ho gaya hai… ab samajhdaar hai na?”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhone mera haath apne pet pe rakha – nanga pet, garam skin. “Yahan se shuru hota hai sab kuch… samjha?”
Main kaanp utha. “Maa… yeh… galat hai.”
Unhone dheere se muskura di. “Beta… zindagi mein kabhi kabhi galat sahi ka farak mita jata hai. Papa chale gaye… main akeli hoon… tu bhi akela hai. Bas thodi si khushi…”
Unhone mera haath upar kiya – chuche pe. Blouse ke andar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Maa moan karne lagi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… maslo… zor se…”
Main ruk nahi paaya. Blouse ke hooks khole. Bra upar ki. Bade bhare hue chuche bahar. Nipple brown, hard. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Rohan… chuso… zor se… kitne din ho gaye… uffff… beta… meri chuche tere liye hi bachi thi…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se kheencha. Dard mein maza. Maa tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… daant se… chuso… meri chuche tere muh mein…”
Main saree upar ki. Petticoat ke andar haath. Panties geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot bushy thi, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease.
Maa kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le maa ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Maa ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda salty, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Maa… kitni tight hai teri choot… 7 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… maa ki choot phaad de…”
Maa ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga charpai pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… maa ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Maa… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine maa ko litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek jhatke mein andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Maa ne pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de maa ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… maa teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Charpai hil rahi thi. Maa ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Maa ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi maa… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar maa ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Maa upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… maa ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Maa… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum maa ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga maa ki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Maa ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Kal raat phir se…”
Main maa ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri maa thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah normal. Maa kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi. Main peeche se aaya. Unhone muskura di. “Beta… aaj bhi garmi hai na?”
Main unki kamar pe haath rakha. “Haan maa… aur bahut garmi hai andar.”
Din bhar chhoti chhoti cheezein – kitchen mein peeche se hug, haath saree ke andar, chuche dabana, choot pe ungli ragadna.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Maa ne nighty pehni thi. Andhera tha. Unhone nighty upar ki. Panties neeche. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot chaatni shuru.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… poori choot… andar tongue… uffff…”
Main chaat ta raha. Maa ne teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat.
Phir 69. Main maa ki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… maa ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal maa ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein maa ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do maa ki gaand… Aryan… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Maa ne anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein, bathroom mein, chhath pe jab bijli chali jati thi.
Ek din maa ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 15 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach maa?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par khushi bhi hui. Test kiya – positive.
Maa ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 43 saal ki umar mein… yeh khuda ka karam hai.”
Par dar bhi tha. Log kahenge – widow mother ko baccha… kaun baap? Shayad shak kar lenge.
Maa ne plan banaya – woh bolengi ki miracle hua. Family ko bata denge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions dheere – spooning mein, side by side. Maa ke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Maa ne vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie.
Chuches bade ho gaye. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere se.
Har orgasm ke baad maa mujhe pakad leti hai. “Rohan… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… hamara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Ab har subah main maa ke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Maa muskura deti hai.
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai.
Pregnancy test positive aane ke baad ghar ka mahaul bilkul badal gaya. Pehle jo guilt aur dar tha, woh dheere dheere ek gehre pyaar aur zimmedari mein badal gaya. Maa ab har subah uth kar mirror ke saamne khadi hoti, apne pet ko haath se sehlati, aur dheere se muskurati. “Rohan beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.” Main unke peeche khada ho jata, unke pet pe haath rakhta, aur gardan pe kiss karta. “Maa… main iska baap banunga… tera saath dunga hamesha.”
Par yeh khushi chhupi hui thi. Bahar se sab normal tha – maa ne family ko phone kar ke bataya ki “kuch din se tabiyat theek nahi thi, doctor ke paas gayi, aur pata chala ki pregnant hoon.” Sab hairan, phir khush. Dadi ne kaha “Bhagwan ne karam kiya… 43 saal mein miracle.” Chacha-chachi ne mithai bheji. Padosi log aane lage – “Sarita ji… kitni khushi ki baat hai… ladka hoga toh ghar roshan ho jayega.” Maa muskura deti, par andar se jaanti thi ki yeh “miracle” mera lund ka asar hai, mera maal jo har raat unki choot mein bhar diya jata tha.
Pregnancy ke pehle teen mahine mein maa ki tabiyat thodi kharab rehti thi – ulti, chakkar, thakan. Main college bunk karke unke paas rehta. Subah unhe chai banata, pair dabata, pet pe tel lagata. Massage ke dauran maa ki saansein tez ho jati. “Beta… tel lagate waqt haath upar mat jao… chuche ab bahut sensitive hain.” Main muskura deta, phir bhi haath upar le jata. Chuche bade ho gaye the, nipple dark aur ubhre hue. Blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the. Main bra khol deta, chuche bahar nikaalta, dheere se masalta. Nipple ko ungli se ghumata.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… dheere… nipple ko chhu mat… dard ho raha hai… par acha bhi lag raha hai…”
Main dheere se nipple muh mein le leta. Chusta. Thoda colostrum nikalta – warm, sweet, thoda salty. Maa moan karti – “Beta… yeh hamare bacche ke liye hai… par tu pehle pi… tera haq hai.”
Massage ke baad sex shuru hota – ab bahut dheere, bahut pyar se. Spooning position favorite ban gayi. Main peeche se. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe rakhte hue. Dheere dheere dhakke – andar bahar, andar bahar. Maa ki saansein tez, par control mein.
“Aaaahhhh… Rohan… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai… kitna pyar… uffff…”
Main vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagata. Double sensation. Maa dheere se jhadti – choot tight ho jati, pani tapakta. Main bhi andar hi jhad jata – creampie, garam maal pet tak pahunchta jaise.
“Beta… tera maal… hamare bacche ke paas pahunch raha hai… woh bhi mehsoos kar raha hai tera pyaar.”
Doctor visits shuru hue. Har mahine ultrasound. Pehla ultrasound mein chhota sa heartbeat dikha. Maa ne mera haath pakad liya, aankhen bhar aayi. “Dekh beta… yeh hamara hai… tera beta.”
Doctor ne kaha “everything normal… strong heartbeat.” Maa ne mujhe car mein kiss kiya. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain.”
Flat pahunch kar dheere se sex. Side by side. Legs interlocked. Lund dheere se andar. Haath pet pe. Dono dheere jhad gaye – maa ki choot se pani, mera cum andar.
Pregnancy ke chaar mahine mein pet thoda ubharne laga. Maa saree pehenti thi, lekin pallu pet pe rakhti. Chuche aur bade ho gaye – blouse tight. Nipple bahar ubhar aate. Main roz unhe dabata, chusta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Beta… log dekh lenge… par tu mera beta hai… tera haq hai.”
Ek din family aayi – dadi, chacha. Maa ne pet dikhaya. Sab khush. Dadi ne pet pe haath rakha – “Kitna sundar lag raha hai… Bhagwan tujhe hamesha khush rakhe.” Main side mein khada tha, dil dhadak raha tha. Dadi jaane ke baad maa ne mujhe kamre mein bula liya. “Beta… dar laga tha… par ab hum free hain.”
Us raat full passion – lekin dheere. Maa ne vibrator use kiya clit pe, main dheere se choda. Dono jhad gaye – maa ne mera sar pakad kar apne seene pe rakha. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… humara pyaar ka saboot hai.”
Pregnancy ke 5-6 mahine mein maa ki choot aur sensitive ho gayi. Sirf clit touch karne se jhad jati. Main roz tease karta – tongue se halka sa chaat ta, phir ruk jata. Maa tadapti – “Beta… mat ruko… maa ki choot ko khol de… please…”
Phir main zor se chaat ta. Maa jhadti – fountain sa pani. Phir lund andar – dheere strokes. Maa kehte – “Beta… andar hi… maa ke andar tera maal… hamara baccha aur mazboot hoga.”
Gaand mein bhi try kiya – dheere se. Oil lagakar. Maa ne kaha – “Beta… ab gaand bhi teri hai… par dheere… bacche ke liye safe rakhna.”
Main dheere se andar. Maa moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… beta… dheere… par rukna mat…”
Dheere bahar, dheere andar. Maa ne gaand orgasm pa liya – alag hi feeling, poora sharir kaanp utha.
Delivery nazdeek aayi. 8th month mein maa ko thakan zyada. Main unhe hospital le jata – check-up. Ek din ultrasound mein doctor ne kaha “ladka hai… healthy.” Maa ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam. Car mein aate hue unhone kaha – “Beta… naam kya rakhega?”
Main bola – “Aap jo chaho… par uska baap main hoon.”
Maa ne kiss kiya. “Beta… yeh tera beta hai… hum dono ka.”
Delivery ke time main hospital mein tha. Maa ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.2 kg, healthy. Maa ne mujhe bulaya. Bacche ko god mein liya. “Dekh beta… yeh tera hai… hamara Aryan junior.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Maa ne haath pakad liya. “Beta… ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi shuru. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Maa doodh pilati – chuche se. Main dekhta rehta. Maa sharma kar kehti – “Beta… tu bhi pi sakta hai… abhi bhi tera haq hai.”
Main nipple muh mein le leta. Doodh peeta – warm, sweet. Maa moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… doodh pi… maa ka doodh tere liye bhi hai…”
Bacche ke sone ke baad sex shuru. Ab aur dheere, aur pyar se. Spooning mein. Lund dheere andar. Haath pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke cradle pe. Maa kehte – “Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Maa doodh pilati. Main maa ko kiss karta. “Maa… tu meri zindagi hai… yeh baccha hamara pyaar hai.”
Maa muskura deti. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Papa ke jaane ke baad pehli baar main poori aurat ban gayi hoon… tere saath.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Rohan jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul mera hai.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, maa ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Maa kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Maa… tu meri maa bhi, meri biwi bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main uska baap banunga – openly. Maa uski maa. Par raat ko jab baccha so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – maa-beta ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, sab kuch.
Har subah main maa ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Maa muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.