Pichla bhaag padhe:- Maa bete ke pyar ki kahani-2
Pehle aap peeche ki kahani zaroor padhna. Chalo shuru karte aage ki kahani.
Hum dono ab raat ko phone par baate karte. Subha kabhi message kabhi call. Main bhi raat ka intezaar karta. Papa jaldi so jaate the. Mummy mere se unke sone ke baad baat karti thi doosre kamre mein jaake. Wo uth bhi jaye to kuch bahana bana deti, ki wo disturb na ho jaye, aur mera phone aaya hua tha, to baat karne is room mein aa gayi.
Raat ko unki call ka intezaar karta. Unki call ke aane se pehle maine khaana khaa leta. Meri zindagi mein bhi ab alag hi excitement thi. Mere paas bhi meri GF thi chaahe meri khud ki maa kyun na ho. Jaise hi unka call aata dil khush ho jata. Ek din ki call ke baare mein batata hu.
Mummy: Kaisa hai?
Main: Tere bina kaise hounga? Jab tera call aata hai tab jaan aati hai.
Mummy: Haha, ab to badi baatein karne lag gaya hai.
Main: Sacchi bol raha hu. Meri jaan tere andar hai. Teri call ka intezaar karta hu, ki papa kab soye, aur main jaldi se meri jaan se baat karu.
Mummy: Ab to aapko papa par gussa aata hoga. Ek tareeke se competitor hai.
Main: Gussa to aata hi hai, aur competitor kisne kaha? Main chaahu to apni jaan ko unke neeche se kabhi bhi le jau.
Mummy: Main to unke neeche kabhi jati hi nahi. Main to tere neeche hi aana chaahti hu. Aap bulate hi nahi.
Main: Acha aur jana bhi nahi. Meri hai tu. Aur tujhe to neeche aise loonga ki tu khud kahegi mujhe chhodh do.
Mummy: Kabhi bhi na kahu. Meri jaan ke neeche se jaane ka mann kyun karega?
Main: Koi na dekhte hai.
Mummy: Dekh lena. Aur lo to apne neeche.
Main: Longa, is baar 26 january ko aa raha hu.
Mummy: Kya, bataya bhi nahi. Sacchi aa rahe ho. Pehli baar milenge. Sacchi pehli baar hi milenge jab se main aapki hui hu. Apne BF se pehli baar milungi.
Main: Main bhi aate hi hug karunga.
Mummy: Fir kya karoge?
Main: Fir saree kholunga, fir petticoat, fir blouse.
Mummy: Acha, Is aage kuch nahi khologe?
Main: Fir kholna kya utarunga. Teri panty teri bra.
Mummy: Main to sharma hi jaungi.
Main: Acha, kyun sharmaogi?
Mummy: Mann kar raha hoga. Pagal ho kya. Aapke saamne pehli baar nangi houngi to kya daudungi.
Main: Daudne to nahi doonga. Ek-dum se hug kar doonga meri jaan ko. Fir aapki gaand ko touch karunga. Fir kiss karunga.
Mummy: Acha ji. Khud nahi hoge nange? Main bhi aapke lund ko dekhna chaahti hu. Usko hath mein lena chaahti hu.
Main: Kyun nahi, wo to tu karegi na. Ye lund ab tera hi hai. Iski malkin tu hi hai. Kaise bhi use kar mujhe kya. Mera haq nahi hai is par. Teri chut aur gaand ka malik main. Uska kuch karu.
Mummy: Aap to mere hi malik. Main lund ki malkin nahi daasi hu. Lund mere control mein kaha, kab khda ho jaye kise pata. Jab ye khada hua, main so bhi nahi sakti. Malik jo khade honge. Malik ko sewa chahiye hogi. Kabhi isko muh mein lena padega, kabhi chut mein.
Main: Kya Sushma, tum isko muh mein bhi le log?
Mummy: Kyun, nahi lene doge? Main to muh mein lena chaahti hu. Mere Malik ko full sewa doongi.
Main: Acha ji.
Mummy: Aur kya. Gaand mein jana chaahe, to waha bhi jaa sakta hai.
Main: Sushma ab masturbate ho chuka hai mera.
Mummy: Mera bhi.
Main: Sacchi batao ye sab karogi?
Mummy: Pata nahi. Magar pyar zaroor karungi aapko bhi, isko bhi.
Mujhe pata tha ye hum baaton ke hi hai. Muth ke baad ek-dum se guilt aa jata hai. Jab muth maarte hai to hum sab imagination kar lete hai. Hum dono baat karke so gaye. Ye ab har roz ka ho chuka tha. Har roz muth maar ke sone ka. Wo ungli daalti thi chut mein. Magar ye baatein dheere-dheere pyar badha rahi thi hamara.
Raat ko jo baatein karte agle din subha uth ke yaad karte baatein. Jab bhi agle din free hote, raat wali baat karte. Jaise agle din office jaate hue unka call aaya-
Mummy: Office jaa rahe ho?
Main: Haa.
Mummy: Mera malik bhi utha ki nahi?
Main: Abhi utha hai. Bol raha hai meri daasi kaha hai.
Mummy: Daasi khud intezaar kar rahi hai ki malik ki sewa karu.
Main: Koi nahi mauka milega sewa karne ka. Tere muh mein jaane ka full intezaar kar raha hai.
Mummy: Main khud kar rahi hu.
Main: Sacchi batau kabhi-kabhi sochta hu mujhe itna acha nahi banna chahiye tha. Dalhousie mein tu mujhe chut dene se mana nahi karti. Karti bhi to main le leta, to gussa na hoti. Us din hi tere ko chod dena chahiye tha.
Mummy: Acha pata nahi gussa karti ki nahi. Magar ye to pakka tha mujhe hug karke sota to mana nahi karti. Ho sakta tha bra panty tak to nangi bhi ho jati.
Main: Sacchi pagal tha main. Wahi suhagraat mana leta tere sath.
Mummy: Suhagraat to pati ke sath manate hai. Tu BF hai mera. Ye bol full chod deta.
Main: Chodta to tujhe. Rahi suhagraat ki baat, koi nahi pati se kam hu kya tera? Sindoor bhar deta hu teri maang mein.
Mummy: Aise nahi banaungi pati apna. Uske liye mehnat karni padegi. Kuch value hai meri.
Main: Koi nahi, jab chudogi na, khud pati maanne lag jaogi.
Is tarah hum baat karne lag gaye the. Hum kuch code word mein bhi baat karne lag gaye the. Jaise ab lund ko malik kehne lagi wo. Main unki chut ko meri queen kehne laga. Hamne unke naam rakh liye the. Kabhi chedhna bhi hota mummy ko jab main office hota unse baat karte hue. Tere Malik ko pyar chahiye meri queen se, aisa bolta.
20 din mein hum itni baatein karne lag jayenge. Hamne socha bhi nahi tha. Main 26 january ka intezaar kar raha tha. Ki ghar jaunga aur kya-kya karunga. Neend hi nahi aati thi thi ab sochte hue.
Aaj ye kahani yahi par khatam karta hu. Kahani bahut lambhi hai. To kitne parts mein aaye mujhe bhi nahi pata. Ab hamara pyar start ho chuka tha. Jo bhi main baatein yaad aati rahegi, main parts mein batata rahunga. Sachi I love my mom Sushma. Kya aaj bhi hum sex karte hai ya aisi hi baatein karte hai, jaanne ke liye story padhte rehna.
Agla bhaag padhe:- Maa bete ke pyar ki kahani-4