Mein aik nayi kahani shuru kar raha hu. This is interfaith incest story. I dont mean to upset anyone, dont read it if you dont like this concept. Mein khud muslim hu, aur yeh meri fantasy hai. In this story muslim mom will get fucked by hindu friend of the son. Maybe hindu mom will also get fucked by the muslim guy.
DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THE CONCEPT.
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Aunty kamre k floor ko aik geelay mop se saaf kar rahi thi, jab woh mop k danday ko pakar kar aage ko jhuki hui thi, to unke blouse ka V or deep ho gaya tha, woh blouse aik to chota bhi tha un k seene pe aur phir uske V normally bhi deep tha unka cleavage dikhta tha, ab aisa karne se cleavage boht zyada dikh raha tha. Blouse brown color ka tha aur aunty ki skin ka color bhi brown he tha, mein aankhe phaare unke cleavage ko dekh raha tha, unhe garmi lagi hui thi, unke baal unke maathe pe aye hue thay aur blouse se neeche unka lamba pet nanga tha, unhe garmi mein kaam khatam karna tha gharka, is baat ki koi parwah nahi thi k unka khubsurat jism kaisa dikh raha hai. Mein unhe usi waqt pakar kar khub zor se choomna chahta tha, unke jism se unke paseene ko chaatna chahta tha.
Aunty na mop lagaya aur kamre se nikal gayi darwaza band kar diya.
Unke jaane k kuch der baad Shankar bola, to bhayi meine porn mein dekha hai safed aurton ki pink nipples hoti hai. Teri maa to aik dam phaar gori hai teri tarah, un ki nipples pink hai?
Meine aik dam se Shankar ki taraf dekha aur ghussay se kaha, hain, kya bakwaas kar rahe ho tum?
Ab woh ghussay mein khara hua aur phir mujhe kaha, kyun saale, meri maa k cleavage ko abhi kaisa aankhne phaare ghoor raha tha, woh kher hai. Lekin mein teri maa ki baat bhi naa karun?
Ab mera ghussa aik dam se urr gaya. Mein Shankar k ghar mein tha, woh mera bachpan ka dost tha school mein. Ab jab ham ne metric kar liya tha, to uski family hamare mohallay mein shift ho gayi thi. Mein phir unke ghar aane jaane laga tha. Aj mein teesri baar aaya tha. Uski maa mujhe apne bete jaisa he treat karti thi, unke ghar ka mahol waise bhi thora liberal tha. Uski maa ghar se bahir bhi koi parda waghera nahi karti thi, lekin ghar k andar woh kaafi easy ho k rehti thi. Meine pehle 2 baar jab aaya tha to notice kiya tha, lekin aaj had ho gayi thi, kyunke aaj to woh jaise aadhi nangi he ghoom rahi thi apne ghar mein.
Mein khud aik muslim family se hu. Ham pahari ilako se hai, to hamari family mein sab ka rang gora hai. Meri ammi ka rang to kaafi gora hai, agar unke baal kaale na hote to log unhe shaid angrez he samajhte. Mein bachpan se unke sath boht attached raha hu. Phir pata nahi kab mujhe apni ammi mein sexual feeling hone lagi. Pehle mein usay dabaane ki koshish karta raha, mujhe sharam bhi aati thi khud se apni ammi ko sexy nazar se dekhte hue. Lekin ammi ko khyal nahi tha k mein bacha nahi raha. Woh ghar k bahir to parda karti thi. Lekin ghar k andar kaafi open dressing karti thi easy rehne k liye. Woh religous bhi thi aur modern bhi thi. Ghar mein ham sirf 3 he log thay, mein ammi aur abbu.
Ab is waqt jab Shankar ne aise khul kar meri ammi k mammon ka zikar chera tha, or sath he khud apni maa k cleavage ki baat ki thi, to mujhe andar se to kaafi maza aaya tha. Mein to boht time se sochta tha k kera fanatsies kisi dost k sath share karu, aur koi aur bhi ho jo apni maa ko sexy nazar se dekhta ho. Ab woh time aa gaya tha.
Mein ne Shankar ki taraf dekha aur muskura diya, phir meine usay kaha, Sorry yar ghussa kyun ho raha hai.
Saale meri maa ko gandi nazar se dekhta hai.
Ab meine socha hamari dosti ko aur deep karte hai. Seedha bol deta hu sab, agar woh meri tarah nikla to dosti uar gehri ho jayegi, aur agar meri tarah na nikla to theek hai phir dosti khatam ho jayegi.
Meine usay kaha, bhai sun, mein teri maa ko apni maa ki tarah he samajhta hu, aur unhe usi nazar se dekhta hu jaisa apni maa ko. Lekin yeh bhi sach hai k mein apni maa k jism ko bhi aise he goorta hu jab moka mile.
Ab ham dono khamosh ho gaye. Woh ab ghussay mein nahi tha. Phir meine add kiya, aur haan bhai meri maa ki nipples pink hai.
Ab us k mun se nikla Oh behnchod! Sahi mein, waah bhayi, tere to maze hai phir.
Ab kamre ka mahol aik dam se badal gaya, us ne aur mene zor se bro handshake kiya. Phir ab ham dono jo bachpan se aik dusre ko aise bhi jaante thay, khul k baat karne laga. Woh bhi apni maa pe boht time se garam tha. Ham dono k aik jaise he khyalat thay, woh bhi meri tarah apni maa pe boht baar muth maar chuka tha. Lekin uski kismat mujh se achi thi, kyunke uski maa to waise bhi adhi nangi ghoomti thi ghar mein, phir jab soti thi, to tang blouse se us ke bare mammay aik to cleavage boht zyada banate thay, aur us k ilawa us k aeriola ki dark brown line bhi halki si dikh jaati thi.
