Namaste dosto, mera naam Vikram hai. Main 24 saal ka hoon, ek chhote se sheher se belong karta hoon lekin ab Delhi mein engineering ki padhai kar raha hoon. Yeh kahani meri aur meri mami, Priya mami ki hai – ek aisi love story jo shuru hui thi blood relation ke bandhan se, lekin dhire-dhire ban gayi hamari rooh ki gehraai tak utar jaane wali mohabbat. Dosto, yeh sirf sharirik attraction ki baat nahi hai; yeh dil ke dard ka, tanhaai ka, aur sachche pyaar ka safar hai jo har pal sensory memories se bhara hua hai – unki khushboo, unki awaaz, unki skin ki garmahat, sab kuch ab bhi mere andar zinda hai.
Meri mami, Priya, 34 saal ki hain. Mama ji ki shaadi hue 10 saal ho gaye the, lekin unke koi bachcha nahi tha. Mama ji ek businessman hain, hamesha tours pe rehte hain – foreign trips, late nights office mein. Mami ghar mein akeli rehti thi, ek bade se bungalow mein jahan silence itna tha ki dil ko dukh deta tha. Mami ki khubsurati alag thi – lambi silky baal jo scent se mehak te the (lavender shampoo ki mild fragrance), badi-badi kaali aankhein jo jaise samundar ki gehraai rakhti hon, full pink lips jo muskurate waqt dimple banate the, aur figure 36-30-38 – curvy, sensual, jaise kisi painting se utri hui. Woh ghar mein simple cotton sarees pehenti thi, lekin unka pallu jab thoda sa slip hota, toh unki deep cleavage aur fair glowing skin dil ko behka deti thi.
Main chhote se hi mama-mami ke ghar vacation mein jaata tha. School holidays mein wahan 15-20 din rehta. Mami mujhe apna beta maanti thi – khana khilati, stories sunati, raat ko sote waqt baal mein haath pher ti. Lekin jab main 18-19 ka hua, tab feelings badalne lagi. Unki har smile mein kuch alag lagta, unki touch mein ek current sa daudta. Main college mein chala gaya, lekin har vacation mein unke paas jaata. 2025 mein lockdown laga, aur main poore 3 mahine mama ke ghar stuck ho gaya. Mama ji toh bhi bahar the, business ke liye. Ghar mein sirf main aur mami.
Pehle kuch din normal the – subah chai saath peete, TV dekhte, khaana banate. Lekin mami ki tanhaai saaf dikh ti thi. Raat ko woh balcony mein baith kar stars dekhti, aankhon mein udaasi. Ek raat main unke paas gaya, "Mami, aap itni udaas kyun rehti ho?" Woh muskura kar boli, "Vicky beta, zindagi mein sab kuch mil jaata hai – paisa, ghar, lekin pyaar? Mama ji kabhi time nahi dete. Main jaise ek khubsurat cage mein bandhi hoon." Unki awaaz mein dard tha, dil ko chhoo gaya. Maine unka haath pakda – pehli baar consciously – unki skin itni soft, garam. "Mami, main hoon na. Aapko kabhi akela nahi feel hone dunga."
Us raat se baatein gehri hone lagi. Hum ghanton baith kar baat karte – unki childhood, meri dreams, life ke regrets. Mami batati ki shaadi ke baad unhone sapne dekhe the romantic honeymoon ke, long drives ke, lekin kuch nahi mila. Main unhe sunta aur dil mein sochta, "Kaash main unhe woh sab de sakta." Dhire-dhire hamara bond badla. Subah woh mere liye special breakfast banati – aloo paratha with extra butter, aur feeding style mein khilati. Unki ungliyan mere honthon ko touch karti, toh dil ki dhadkan tez ho jaati.
Ek din baarish ho rahi thi heavy. Bijli chali gayi, ghar mein candles jalaaye. Mami white nighty mein thi, thodi transparent ho gayi thi geeli hone se. Hum drawing room mein baithe the. Candle light mein unka chehra glow kar raha tha – jaise koi apsara. Maine himmat karke kaha, "Mami, aap kitni beautiful ho. Mama ji lucky hain." Woh sharma gayi, aankhein neeche kar li. "Vicky, tum bhi toh handsome ho gaye ho. College mein kitni girlfriends hongi." Maine haath utha kar kaha, "Koi nahi mami. Mera dil toh sirf ek insaan ke liye dhadakta hai." Woh confuse hui, "Kaun?" Maine dheere se unki aankhon mein dekha, "Aap."
Silence ho gaya. Phir mami ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Vicky... yeh galat hai. Main teri mami hoon, umar mein badi hoon, shaadi-shuda." Lekin unki awaaz mein conviction nahi tha. Maine unka haath pakda, "Mami, pyaar umar ya rishta nahi dekhta. Main aapse sachcha pyaar karta hoon – woh jo care hai, respect hai, aur attraction bhi." Woh ruk gayi, phir dheere se mere seene pe sir rakh diya. Unki khushboo – lavender mixed with their natural feminine scent – mere naak mein ghus gayi. Main unke baalon mein haath pher raha tha, silky smooth.
Us raat humne pehli baar embrace kiya – tight hug. Unka body mere se chipka, boobs ki softness mere chest pe feel ho rahi thi, dil ki dhadkane sync ho gayi. Hum ghanton baith rahe, emotional baatein – mami ne bataya kaise woh years se touch starved thi, kaise unhe pyar ki bhookh thi. Maine promise kiya, "Mami, ab se main tumhe woh sab dunga jo tum deserve karti ho."
Agle din se romance shuru hua slowly. Subah garden mein walk karte, haath mein haath. Mami sharma ti, lekin enjoy karti. Ek din unhone mere liye coffee banayi, aur feeding karte waqt unki ungli mere honthon pe ruk gayi. Maine unki ungli kiss ki. Woh sihar gayi. Phir maine unke honthon pe kiss kiya – pehla kiss. Unke lips soft, juicy, strawberry lip balm ka taste. Kiss dheere-dheere passionate ho gaya – tongues mili, saliva exchange, unki moan soft "Mmm... Vicky..."
Foreplay ka silsila shuru hua uske baad. Har din thoda aur aage. Ek shaam, mama ji phone pe busy the, hum bedroom mein the. Mami bed pe baithi thi, main unke paas. Maine unki gardan pe kiss kiya – unki skin pe goosebumps aa gaye. Unki fragrance strong ho gayi excitement se. "Vicky... aise mat karo, control nahi rahega." Maine whisper kiya, "Mami, control chhodo. Feel karo hamara pyaar." Maine unki nighty ke straps neeche kiye, shoulders expose. Dheere se kiss karte hue neeche aaya, collarbone pe nibble.
Phir bra ke upar se boobs ko touch kiya – bade, heavy, perfect shape. Unki nipples hard ho gaye the fabric ke andar. Maine bra kholi – unke breasts bahar aaye, pink nipples erect. Pehle maine dekha admiringly, "Mami, yeh kitne perfect hain. Jaise made for me." Woh sharma kar boli, "Sirf tumhare liye... touch karo." Maine haath se massage kiya gently, softness jaise clouds. Phir muh mein liya ek nipple – suck kiya slowly, tongue se circles. Mami ki moan, "Aaaah... Vicky... kitna acha... years baad aisa feel." Maine dusre ko haath se pinch, lightly twist. Unki body arch ho rahi thi, haath mere sir pe.
20 minute tak boobs worship kiya – kissing, licking, sucking, biting softly. Unki skin pe red marks, sweat ki mild smell mixed with perfume. Phir main neeche aaya, pet pe kisses, navel mein tongue daali – woh tadap gayi, "Vicky... please... aur neeche." Maine unki lower garam feel ki. Panty geeli thi completely. Pehle outer pe haath phera, heat aur wetness. "Mami, tum kitni excited ho." Woh boli, "Tumhare pyaar se... main jee rahi hoon ab."
Maine panty utari – unki chut clean shaved, pink, swollen lips, clit visible. Fragrance musky-sweet, arousing. Pehle finger se touch, woh sihar gayi. Phir dheere clit pe rub, circles. Unki moans loud, "Oh Vicky... love you... aise kabhi nahi kiya." Maine do fingers andar daali – tight, garam, velvety walls. In-out slowly, G-spot touch. Woh kamar utha rahi thi. Phir muh neeche – pehle smell liya deep, phir tongue se outer lips lick. Taste salty-sweet, addictive. Clit suck kiya gently, tongue flick. 25 minute oral – woh teen baar jhad gayi, body tremble, ras bahar, "Vicky... I'm cumming... aaaah!"
Phir unhone mujhe reciprocate kiya. Mera shirt utara, chest pe kisses, nipples lick. "Vicky, tumhara body kitna masculine... mujhe secure feel karata hai." Panty neeche, mera 7.5 inch lund hard. Woh dekhti rahi, "Kitna mota aur lamba... perfect." Haath se stroke, phir muh mein – warm, wet mouth, tongue swirl tip pe. Deep throat try, eyes watery lekin loving. "Mami... heaven... your love makes it best." Blowjob 15 minute, emotional eye contact.
Yeh foreplay roz badhta gaya – ghante bhar touching, kissing, exploring bodies with words of love. "Vicky, tumne mujhe zinda kiya." "Mami, tum meri soul ho."
Finally, ek raat full union. Candles, soft music. Maine unhe bed pe litaya, full body massage oil se – back, butts, thighs. Unki gaand gol, firm. Phir missionary. Mera lund unki chut pe ragda – slippery. "Mami, ready?" "Haan Vicky... make me yours forever." Dheere entry – tight, resistance first, phir pura andar. Unki chut squeeze, garam embrace. Pain-pleasure mix, woh nails gadayi mere back pe.
Slow strokes shuru – har thrust mein eye contact, "Love you mami..." "Love you more Vicky..." Sounds: fuch-fuch wetness se, skin slap. Unki boobs bounce, main suck. Speed badhayi, unki moans "Faster... deeper... yes!" Sensory: sweat mix, bodies slippery, room mein sex ki smell, unki saansein mere kaan mein.
Position change: Doggy – unki gaand upar, main peeche se entry. Thap-thap strong, baal pakad pull gently. "Chodo mujhe apne pyaar se..." Cowgirl – woh ride, boobs mere muh pe, grinding deep. 69 mutual oral in between. Total 45 minute – multiple orgasms unke, finally creampie. "Andar... fill me with your love." Cum garam unki andar, woh peak pe.
Afterglow mein lipte rahe, tears of joy. "Yeh pyaar hamesha rahega."
Dosto, yeh hamara secret romance ab bhi jaari – stolen moments, endless passion.
Meri mami, Priya, 34 saal ki hain. Mama ji ki shaadi hue 10 saal ho gaye the, lekin unke koi bachcha nahi tha. Mama ji ek businessman hain, hamesha tours pe rehte hain – foreign trips, late nights office mein. Mami ghar mein akeli rehti thi, ek bade se bungalow mein jahan silence itna tha ki dil ko dukh deta tha. Mami ki khubsurati alag thi – lambi silky baal jo scent se mehak te the (lavender shampoo ki mild fragrance), badi-badi kaali aankhein jo jaise samundar ki gehraai rakhti hon, full pink lips jo muskurate waqt dimple banate the, aur figure 36-30-38 – curvy, sensual, jaise kisi painting se utri hui. Woh ghar mein simple cotton sarees pehenti thi, lekin unka pallu jab thoda sa slip hota, toh unki deep cleavage aur fair glowing skin dil ko behka deti thi.
Main chhote se hi mama-mami ke ghar vacation mein jaata tha. School holidays mein wahan 15-20 din rehta. Mami mujhe apna beta maanti thi – khana khilati, stories sunati, raat ko sote waqt baal mein haath pher ti. Lekin jab main 18-19 ka hua, tab feelings badalne lagi. Unki har smile mein kuch alag lagta, unki touch mein ek current sa daudta. Main college mein chala gaya, lekin har vacation mein unke paas jaata. 2025 mein lockdown laga, aur main poore 3 mahine mama ke ghar stuck ho gaya. Mama ji toh bhi bahar the, business ke liye. Ghar mein sirf main aur mami.
Pehle kuch din normal the – subah chai saath peete, TV dekhte, khaana banate. Lekin mami ki tanhaai saaf dikh ti thi. Raat ko woh balcony mein baith kar stars dekhti, aankhon mein udaasi. Ek raat main unke paas gaya, "Mami, aap itni udaas kyun rehti ho?" Woh muskura kar boli, "Vicky beta, zindagi mein sab kuch mil jaata hai – paisa, ghar, lekin pyaar? Mama ji kabhi time nahi dete. Main jaise ek khubsurat cage mein bandhi hoon." Unki awaaz mein dard tha, dil ko chhoo gaya. Maine unka haath pakda – pehli baar consciously – unki skin itni soft, garam. "Mami, main hoon na. Aapko kabhi akela nahi feel hone dunga."
Us raat se baatein gehri hone lagi. Hum ghanton baith kar baat karte – unki childhood, meri dreams, life ke regrets. Mami batati ki shaadi ke baad unhone sapne dekhe the romantic honeymoon ke, long drives ke, lekin kuch nahi mila. Main unhe sunta aur dil mein sochta, "Kaash main unhe woh sab de sakta." Dhire-dhire hamara bond badla. Subah woh mere liye special breakfast banati – aloo paratha with extra butter, aur feeding style mein khilati. Unki ungliyan mere honthon ko touch karti, toh dil ki dhadkan tez ho jaati.
Ek din baarish ho rahi thi heavy. Bijli chali gayi, ghar mein candles jalaaye. Mami white nighty mein thi, thodi transparent ho gayi thi geeli hone se. Hum drawing room mein baithe the. Candle light mein unka chehra glow kar raha tha – jaise koi apsara. Maine himmat karke kaha, "Mami, aap kitni beautiful ho. Mama ji lucky hain." Woh sharma gayi, aankhein neeche kar li. "Vicky, tum bhi toh handsome ho gaye ho. College mein kitni girlfriends hongi." Maine haath utha kar kaha, "Koi nahi mami. Mera dil toh sirf ek insaan ke liye dhadakta hai." Woh confuse hui, "Kaun?" Maine dheere se unki aankhon mein dekha, "Aap."
Silence ho gaya. Phir mami ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Vicky... yeh galat hai. Main teri mami hoon, umar mein badi hoon, shaadi-shuda." Lekin unki awaaz mein conviction nahi tha. Maine unka haath pakda, "Mami, pyaar umar ya rishta nahi dekhta. Main aapse sachcha pyaar karta hoon – woh jo care hai, respect hai, aur attraction bhi." Woh ruk gayi, phir dheere se mere seene pe sir rakh diya. Unki khushboo – lavender mixed with their natural feminine scent – mere naak mein ghus gayi. Main unke baalon mein haath pher raha tha, silky smooth.
Us raat humne pehli baar embrace kiya – tight hug. Unka body mere se chipka, boobs ki softness mere chest pe feel ho rahi thi, dil ki dhadkane sync ho gayi. Hum ghanton baith rahe, emotional baatein – mami ne bataya kaise woh years se touch starved thi, kaise unhe pyar ki bhookh thi. Maine promise kiya, "Mami, ab se main tumhe woh sab dunga jo tum deserve karti ho."
Agle din se romance shuru hua slowly. Subah garden mein walk karte, haath mein haath. Mami sharma ti, lekin enjoy karti. Ek din unhone mere liye coffee banayi, aur feeding karte waqt unki ungli mere honthon pe ruk gayi. Maine unki ungli kiss ki. Woh sihar gayi. Phir maine unke honthon pe kiss kiya – pehla kiss. Unke lips soft, juicy, strawberry lip balm ka taste. Kiss dheere-dheere passionate ho gaya – tongues mili, saliva exchange, unki moan soft "Mmm... Vicky..."
Foreplay ka silsila shuru hua uske baad. Har din thoda aur aage. Ek shaam, mama ji phone pe busy the, hum bedroom mein the. Mami bed pe baithi thi, main unke paas. Maine unki gardan pe kiss kiya – unki skin pe goosebumps aa gaye. Unki fragrance strong ho gayi excitement se. "Vicky... aise mat karo, control nahi rahega." Maine whisper kiya, "Mami, control chhodo. Feel karo hamara pyaar." Maine unki nighty ke straps neeche kiye, shoulders expose. Dheere se kiss karte hue neeche aaya, collarbone pe nibble.
Phir bra ke upar se boobs ko touch kiya – bade, heavy, perfect shape. Unki nipples hard ho gaye the fabric ke andar. Maine bra kholi – unke breasts bahar aaye, pink nipples erect. Pehle maine dekha admiringly, "Mami, yeh kitne perfect hain. Jaise made for me." Woh sharma kar boli, "Sirf tumhare liye... touch karo." Maine haath se massage kiya gently, softness jaise clouds. Phir muh mein liya ek nipple – suck kiya slowly, tongue se circles. Mami ki moan, "Aaaah... Vicky... kitna acha... years baad aisa feel." Maine dusre ko haath se pinch, lightly twist. Unki body arch ho rahi thi, haath mere sir pe.
20 minute tak boobs worship kiya – kissing, licking, sucking, biting softly. Unki skin pe red marks, sweat ki mild smell mixed with perfume. Phir main neeche aaya, pet pe kisses, navel mein tongue daali – woh tadap gayi, "Vicky... please... aur neeche." Maine unki lower garam feel ki. Panty geeli thi completely. Pehle outer pe haath phera, heat aur wetness. "Mami, tum kitni excited ho." Woh boli, "Tumhare pyaar se... main jee rahi hoon ab."
Maine panty utari – unki chut clean shaved, pink, swollen lips, clit visible. Fragrance musky-sweet, arousing. Pehle finger se touch, woh sihar gayi. Phir dheere clit pe rub, circles. Unki moans loud, "Oh Vicky... love you... aise kabhi nahi kiya." Maine do fingers andar daali – tight, garam, velvety walls. In-out slowly, G-spot touch. Woh kamar utha rahi thi. Phir muh neeche – pehle smell liya deep, phir tongue se outer lips lick. Taste salty-sweet, addictive. Clit suck kiya gently, tongue flick. 25 minute oral – woh teen baar jhad gayi, body tremble, ras bahar, "Vicky... I'm cumming... aaaah!"
Phir unhone mujhe reciprocate kiya. Mera shirt utara, chest pe kisses, nipples lick. "Vicky, tumhara body kitna masculine... mujhe secure feel karata hai." Panty neeche, mera 7.5 inch lund hard. Woh dekhti rahi, "Kitna mota aur lamba... perfect." Haath se stroke, phir muh mein – warm, wet mouth, tongue swirl tip pe. Deep throat try, eyes watery lekin loving. "Mami... heaven... your love makes it best." Blowjob 15 minute, emotional eye contact.
Yeh foreplay roz badhta gaya – ghante bhar touching, kissing, exploring bodies with words of love. "Vicky, tumne mujhe zinda kiya." "Mami, tum meri soul ho."
Finally, ek raat full union. Candles, soft music. Maine unhe bed pe litaya, full body massage oil se – back, butts, thighs. Unki gaand gol, firm. Phir missionary. Mera lund unki chut pe ragda – slippery. "Mami, ready?" "Haan Vicky... make me yours forever." Dheere entry – tight, resistance first, phir pura andar. Unki chut squeeze, garam embrace. Pain-pleasure mix, woh nails gadayi mere back pe.
Slow strokes shuru – har thrust mein eye contact, "Love you mami..." "Love you more Vicky..." Sounds: fuch-fuch wetness se, skin slap. Unki boobs bounce, main suck. Speed badhayi, unki moans "Faster... deeper... yes!" Sensory: sweat mix, bodies slippery, room mein sex ki smell, unki saansein mere kaan mein.
Position change: Doggy – unki gaand upar, main peeche se entry. Thap-thap strong, baal pakad pull gently. "Chodo mujhe apne pyaar se..." Cowgirl – woh ride, boobs mere muh pe, grinding deep. 69 mutual oral in between. Total 45 minute – multiple orgasms unke, finally creampie. "Andar... fill me with your love." Cum garam unki andar, woh peak pe.
Afterglow mein lipte rahe, tears of joy. "Yeh pyaar hamesha rahega."
Dosto, yeh hamara secret romance ab bhi jaari – stolen moments, endless passion.