In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
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Main Rahul hoon, ab 30 saal ka. Yeh kahani tabki hai jab main 24 ka tha. Mumbai mein ek solid job mil gayi thi, toh main wahi settle ho gaya. Ghar pe Maa-Papa aur chhoti behen Lucknow mein rehte the. Behen ki shaadi ho chuki thi, woh alag shehar mein apni life set kar chuki thi.
Sabse zyada yaad Maa ki aati thi – unka naam Priya hai. Bahut soft aur caring insaan, lekin Papa Vikram bilkul toxic the. Unka chhota sa business tha, par roz ki daru ne sab kuch tabah kar diya. Ghar aate hi chillate, Maa pe haath uthate, ek baat bhi unko pasand na aaye toh thappad tak maar dete. Main bachpan se yeh sab dekhta tha aur Maa ke liye dil se dukh hota tha.
Ek baar main Lucknow gaya hafte bhar ki chhutti pe. Maa ko samjhaane laga, “Maa, mere saath Mumbai chalo na. Sirf ek mahina… Papa ko sabak mil jaayega.” Pehle toh woh bilkul nahi maani. “Papa akela kaise rahega beta?” lekin maine itna insist kiya ki akhirkaar maan gayi. Bina bataye nikalne ka plan banaya. Note chhod diya table pe aur seedha airport.
Mumbai pahunchte hi raat ko Papa ko call kiya. Unka gussa sunke Maa ke aansu nikal aaye, par pehli baar unki awaaz mein himmat thi. “Agar daru nahi chhodi toh main kabhi wapas nahi aaungi,” bolke phone kaat diya. Us din Maa ka chehra pehli baar itna khula aur relaxed dikha.
Pehle do-teen din maine office se pehle sab arrange kiya – fridge full, TV remote unke haath mein. Shaam ko ghar aata toh Maa ne ghar ko bilkul apna bana liya tha. Garma garam khana, perfect chai. Maine mazak mein bola, “Maa, yahin permanently reh jao na.” Woh hans di, “Papa daru chhod de toh dono aa jaayenge beta.” Mujhe yeh idea bilkul nahi pasand tha. Papa waise bhi nahi badalne wale the.
Ek hafte baad Papa ko phir call kiya. Abhi bhi drunk aur gusse mein. Maa ne seedha bol diya, “Main sirf tab wapas aaungi jab tu change karega,” aur call cut. Uske baad do hafte nikal gaye. Ghar mein Maa ke saath routine ban gaya tha – main office, woh ghar sambhalti. Roz alag-alag saree, pallu se sir aur peeth dhak ke. Bachpan se aisa hi dekha tha maine.
Lekin chhathwe hafte ke Sunday sab kuch palat gaya.
Main der se utha. Kitchen mein gaya toh Maa khana bana rahi thi. Aaj unka pallu sirf kandhe pe latka hua tha. Lambi kamar tak baal khule hue, lower back poori tarah nangi, gaand sirf saree se covered. Woh lambi hain isliye figure heavy nahi, bas curvy aur seductive lag rahi thi. Pehli baar maine unko aise dekha. Nazar hi nahi hat rahi thi. Jitna dekhta, utna samajh aata ki saalon se yeh khubsurat body unke kapdon ke neeche chhupi hui thi.
Woh mudne wali thi, maine jaldi se bola, “Maa, aaj kya bana rahi ho?”
Woh muskuraayi, “Poha aur anda fry.”
“Waah, muh mein paani aa gaya!”
“Brush karke aa beta, breakfast ready hai.”
Bathroom mein jaate hue mera dimag ghum raha tha – aaj pallu kyun nahi cover kiya? Navel bhi toh dikh raha hoga. Brush karke living room aaya. Maa ne breakfast serve kiya, abhi bhi same look. Chupke se dekha… aur mera lund khada ho gaya. Unka sundar chehra, patli kamar, lekin bade bade boobs aur bhari hui gaand. Pehle kabhi aise nahi dekha tha maine Maa ko.
Us din aur agle kuch din Maa ne pallu se sir, peeth aur pet nahi dhaka. Main office se aata aur sirf unko dekh kar hi tight ho jata. Curiosity badh gayi. Ek din chupke se maine poore ghar mein chhote-chhote hidden cameras laga diye. Mobile aur laptop pe live feed aa raha tha.
Uske baad Maa ko dekhne ka naya angle mil gaya. Nahaate hue, kapde badalte hue… aur ek din shock laga jab maine dekha Maa bathroom mein apni chut mein ungli kar rahi thi aur dheere se moan kar rahi thi. Dil se afsos hua – Papa ne saalon se unko touch tak nahi kiya tha.
Chaar din baad main living room ka live feed dekh raha tha. Maa ne darwaza khola. Ek aadmi andar aaya – opposite flat ka Mr. Sharma uncle, umar lagbhag 58-60. Dono hasi-mazak kar rahe the. 15 minute baat ki aur uncle chala gaya. Maa ne mujhe kabhi bataya nahi tha unke baare mein.
Do din baad Maa naha kar change kar rahi thi. Laptop pe unki nangi body dekh kar main control nahi kar paya – muth maar li.
Teesre din maine poora din monitor kiya. 11:30 baje doorbell baja. Mr. Sharma phir aaye. Maa ne unko lunch serve kiya. Baad mein sofa pe baith ke baatein. Thodi der baad Maa ro padi. Uncle ne unko gale lagaya, forehead pe kiss kiya, phir gaal aur gardan pe. Maa ne roka nahi. Main andar se jal raha tha. Uncle 60 ke, Maa abhi mid-40s mein bhi itni hot.
Phir jab uncle ne lips pe kiss karne ki koshish ki, Maa ne dhakka de diya. Uncle gussa hokar chala gaya.
Shaam ko 7 baje main ghar pahuncha. Maa usual se khush thi, par main andar se khaufnaak. Kapde badal ke living room aaya. Maa sofa pe TV dekh rahi thi. Main paas baitha aur remote mute kar diya.
Maa ne curiously dekha.
“Maa… ghar mein hidden cameras laga rakhe hain maine.”
Unka chehra ekdam se udas ho gaya.
“Woh uncle aap se kam se kam 20 saal bade hain Maa.”
Aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. “Sorry beta…”
Main aur paas gaya, unke haath pe haath rakh ke bola, “Mat ro Maa. Main tumhara poora khayal rakhunga.”
Aansu pochti hui woh boli, “Pata hai beta. Bas kabhi-kabhi akelapan bahut satata hai. Papa ne saalon se mujhe kuch nahi diya… na pyaar, na satisfaction.”
Maine unke kandhe pe haath rakha aur dheere se bola, “Maa… main tumhare bahut close hona chahta hoon.”
Woh shak se dekhti rahi.
Main aur paas hua, unke honthon ki taraf.
“Maa kya kar rahe ho tum?!” woh peeche hat gayi.
“Maa, main tumse sachcha pyaar karta hoon,” maine phir try kiya.
Woh uth gayi. Main bhi utha.
“Maa, us buddhe uncle ki kya zarurat? Tum itni khubsurat ho… tumhe ek young, strong aadmi chahiye jo tumhe khush kar sake. Woh main hoon Maa.”
“Beta, tumhe kya ho gaya hai?”
“Maa, main tumhe woh sab de sakta hoon jo tumne saalon se miss kiya hai.”
Main ek kadam aage badha. Woh peeche.
“Nahi beta… yeh galat hai!”
Main jhat se unko apni bahon mein le liya. Woh chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi par maine tightly pakad liya. “Relax Maa… sab theek hai.”
“Chhod do beta… please…”
Maine jaldi se unke lips pe ek chumma liya.
Woh sar hila ke boli, “Nahi!”
Main unki chin pe, gaalon pe kiss karta raha. Ek haath unki nangi lower back pe, dusra neeche unki bhari gaand pe – zor se squeeze kiya. Apna sakht lund unke pet pe ragadte hue bola, “Maa… feel kar rahe ho? Yeh tumhare liye hi khada hai. Bahut mazaa dunga main tumhe.”
“Nahi beta… please chhod do…”
Main unke sundar chehre pe kiss barasta raha, gaand ko masalta raha. Woh thakne lagi thi. Main unki gardan aur chest pe kiss karta hua bola, “Maa… main tumhare boobs chusna chahta hoon.”
Woh thoda hairaan hokar boli, “Beta… mere boobs mein doodh toh nahi hai ab.”
Main seedha hua aur unke chehre ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si maasoomiyat thi. “Koi baat nahi Maa… bas chusna chahta hoon.”
“Bachpan ki yaadein aa rahi hain kya?” woh pyar se muskuraayi.
“Haan Maa… tumhara doodh peena mera sabse pyara bachpan ka khwab tha. Please Maa…”
Shayad unke maan ka maalik dil pighal gaya. Woh pyaar se boli, “Theek hai… bas thoda sa.”
Main khushi se unke lips pe kiss kiya. Phir unka pallu hata, blouse ke hooks khole. Unhone baaki khole aur blouse utar diya. Bra abhi bhi boobs ko cover kar rahi thi. Phir achanak woh boli, “Nahi beta… main nahi kar sakti.”
Woh palti aur bedroom ki taraf bhag gayi. Main peeche-peeche, “Maa please… please…”
Woh darwaza band karne wali thi par maine zor se dhakka diya. Woh peeche hat gayi. Main andar ghus gaya. Woh deewar se takra gayi. Main unko pakad ke gale laga liya, chehre, gardan, chest aur boobs ke exposed hisse pe kiss karta raha. Bra ka left cup neeche kiya aur unke phule hue nipple ko zor se chusne laga. Maa ke muh se halki si siski nikli. Main unki gaand ko masalta raha aur aur zor se chusne laga.
“Dheere beta…” woh dheemi awaaz mein boli.
Ab unko poora consent mil gaya tha. Main dheere-dheere dono boobs ko chusne laga. Phir maine unko seedha kiya, lips pe deep French kiss kiya. Haath unke poore sharir pe ghum rahe the – soft, garam maalish. Maine unki bra khol di. Pehli baar unke poore bade boobs dekhe. Itne bade, itne soft aur bhare hue… main pagal ho gaya. Chusa, dabaya, kiss kiya.
Phir maine apne kapde utare. Unki saree aur petticoat upar kiya. Maa bas dekhti rahi. Main unki kamar pakad ke saree upar karne laga.
“Nahi beta… nahi!” unhone haath pakadne ki koshish ki.
Maine unka ek haath pakad ke side kiya aur dusre haath se unki panty neeche ki. Panty utar ke phenk di. Unko deewar se chipka ke lips pe kiss kiya. Jab unhone sar ghumaya toh maine unka chehra pakad ke seedha kiya aur zor se kiss kiya. French kiss ke saath-saath maine unki chut pe haath rakha – bilkul geeli thi. Ungliyan andar daal ke ungli karne laga. Maa ki siskiyan badh gayi. Woh resist karna chhod ke moan karne lagi.
Main unko utha ke bed pe le gaya. Unki saree upar karke unko litaya. Unhone thoda resistance kiya par main unke dono haath pakad ke upar chadha. Apna lund unki geeli chut pe ragada aur ek hi jhatke mein poora andar dhakel diya.
“Aaahhh… beta!” Maa ki cheekh nikal gayi.
“Dard ho raha hai Maa?”
Woh aankhen band kiye sir hila ke naa boli.
Main unke lips pe kiss karta hua dheere-dheere chodne laga. Phir speed badha di. Zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Meri balls unki gaand se takra rahi thi. Maine unki gaand upar uthayi, cheeks failayi aur ek ungli unki tight gaand mein daal di. Maa ki moan aur tez ho gayi – dard aur mazaa dono mix.
“Ooohh beta… ohhh… haan…”
Maine zor-zor se chodte hue unki chut mein apna garam maal bhar diya. Maa bhi ek bada orgasm aa gaya – unki chut se garam paani nikal aaya. Main unke upar hi dhak se gir gaya, saans phooli hui, lund abhi bhi andar.
Jab lund nikal aaya toh main unke paas let gaya. Unke gaal pe aansu the.
“Maa… kyun ro rahi ho? Itna mazaa aaya na?”
“Beta… yeh galat hai,” woh dheere se boli.
“Maa, Papa kabhi aisa nahi kar sakte. Us uncle se toh door hi raho. Aaj se main hi tumhara sab kuch hoon. Jab chaaho, main tumhe khush kar dunga.”
Us raat dinner ke baad hum dono alag-alag soye, par tension tha.
Raat ko 11 baje main phir unke room mein ghus gaya. Woh nighty mein so rahi thi. Main unke paas let gaya, unki kamar pe haath rakh ke. Woh dar gayi par maine bola, “Main hoon Maa… neend nahi aa rahi.”
Unhone aankhen kholi. Main jaldi se unki nighty upar ki, panty neeche, taange failayi aur andar ghus gaya. Is baar woh khud kiss karne lagi. Hum dono passionate French kiss karte hue chodte rahe. Dusri baar bhi main unke andar hi jhad gaya.
Uske baad hum dono nange hi ek dusre se lipat ke so gaye.
Subah Maa kitchen mein thi. Main peeche se unko gale laga ke unki nangi kamar ko chuma. “Maa, tumhe miss karunga pura din.”
Woh hans di, “Beta office jaane ka time ho gaya!”
Us din office se jaldi ghar aaya. Maa ne pink saree pehni thi – bilkul sexy, pet aur kamar khule hue. Darwaza khulte hi maine unko kiss kar liya. Unhone thoda sa resist kiya par phir khud respond karne lagi.
Us din living room ke sofa pe hi maine unki blouse-bra utar di aur dono boobs ko achhe se chusa. Phir unko godi mein utha ke bedroom le gaya aur poora din unko chodta raha.
Ek hafte mein hum dono bilkul nayi shaadi-shuda jodi jaise rehne lage. Papa ka naam bhi nahi liya jaata tha. Hum husband-wife ban chuke the – roz sex, roz pyaar.
Saal guzar gaye. Maa 50 ki ho gayi toh unhone mujhe shaadi karne ke liye pressure karna shuru kiya. “Beta, main budhi ho rahi hoon. Ek achhi ladki se shaadi kar lo, mujhe pota-poti dekhna hai.”
Maine ek ladki se shaadi kar li – uska naam Neha tha. Neha Maa jaisi hi dikhti thi – sundar, curvy, caring. Neha ko sab pata hai. Woh samajhti hai ki main Maa se kitna pyaar karta hoon. Hum teeno ek saath khush hain. Har hafte kam se kam do raat main Maa ke room mein sota hoon. Neha khud bolti hai, “Jaao na… Maa ko akela mat chhodo.”
Aur jab main Maa ke saath hota hoon, hum dono bilkul pagal ho jaate hain – jaise pehli baar ho.
Main apni Maa se sachcha pyaar karta hoon… aur ab yeh pyaar kabhi khatam nahi hoga.
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