Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani

[Abhishek Kumar98]

Pooja Sharma, 43 saal ki ek khuddar aur tejasvi mahila, Delhi Police mein ek senior inspector thi.

Uska jism ek anokha sangam tha—thodi si motapa jo uske curves ko aur numbayaan karta tha, khaas taur par uski kamar aur hips par, lekin woh fit thi, police ki vardi mein ekdum sakht aur mazboot dikhayi deti thi.

Uski chaati bharpoor aur sudoul thi, jo uski khaaki vardi ke neeche ek naya roop leti thi, aur uske baalon ka jooda uske chehre ko aur bhi teekha banata tha.

Uski aankhon mein ek gehri chamak thi, jo kayde aur kanun ke saath-saath ek alag si kaamukta bhi chhupaye rakhti thi.

Har subah woh apni vardi pehenti, apne ghar se niklti, aur apne kaam mein itni mashgool ho jati ki log usse "Iron Lady" kehne lage the.

Lekin ghar par, uski wahi sakhti ek pyaar bhari roop mein badal jati thi, khaas taur par jab baat uske bete Kartik ki hoti thi.

Kartik, Pooja ka ek lauta beta, 20 saal ka ek hoshiyaar aur thoda sharmeela ladka tha. Delhi University mein padhta tha, jahan woh apne doston ke beech hansi-mazaak mein khoya rehta aur apni padhai mein dil lagata tha.

Uska chehra uske papa Ajay se milta tha—wahi gehri aankhen, wahi halki si muskaan—lekin uska dil apni maa ke kareeb tha, chahe woh is baat ko samajh na paye.

Ghar par, Pooja ki sakht mizaaj maa hone ki wajah se woh aksar usse thodi si doori mehsoos karta tha, lekin uski aankhon mein apni maa ke liye ek gehri izzat aur chhupa hua pyaar tha, jo shayad usne khud bhi kabhi poori tarah se nahi pehchaana.

Ghar mein teesra shaks tha—Colonel Vijay Sharma, 68 saal ke ek purane fauji, jinka dil ab bhi apne fauji zamaane mein atka hua tha.

Apne bete Ajay ki maut ke baad—jo ek car accident mein 10 saal pehle guzar gaya tha—woh Pooja aur Kartik ke saath rehne aaye the.

Tab se, Pooja ne apne bete ko akela hi paala, aur Colonel Saab ne apni taraf se saath diya.

Woh aksar apni purani kahaniyaan sunate, aur Kartik unhe bade chav se sunta, lekin ab Colonel Saab ke mann mein ek shak paida hone laga tha—Pooja aur Kartik ke beech ka rishta, kahi woh kisi alag mod par toh nahi badal raha?

Ek raat, jab Pooja apne thane se der se ghar lauti, uski vardi thodi si dheeli ho chuki thi, aur uske baal jhoode se nikal kar uske chehre par bikhar gaye the.

Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf drawing room se ek halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Usne dekha ki Kartik abhi bhi waha baitha tha, apni kitaab ke saath uljha hua.

Uska kurta thoda sa khula hua tha, aur uske chehre par thakan ke saath ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Pooja ne apna bag side mein rakha, apne baal khole, aur uske paas jaakar boli, "Kartik, itni raat tak padhai? Jao so jao, subah college hai."

Kartik ne muskurate hue uski taraf dekha, "Bas thodi der aur, Maa. Yeh chapter khatam kar loon toh araam se so jaunga."

Uski awaaz mein ek narmi thi, aur uski aankhen Pooja ke chehre par thodi der tak theher gayi.

Pooja uske paas baith gayi, thodi si kareeb—shayad zaroori se zyada kareeb. Usne apna haath uske kandhe par rakha aur dheere se sahlaya,

"Tum itna mehnat kyun karte ho? Thodi si raahat bhi toh zaroori hai." Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jo Kartik ke dil ko chhoo gayi.

Congratulations aapki pehli kahani ke liye aur bahut alag aur jabardast start hai isme pyar aur Kamukta alag hi level ki milegi

 

[Shwetagupta41]

Congratulations aapki pehli kahani ke liye aur bahut alag aur jabardast start hai isme pyar aur Kamukta alag hi level ki milegi

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Part 7
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6 mahine beet chuke the. Kartik ne apne final year ke exams de diye the, aur Pooja, ab DSP ban chuki thi, usne apne kaam se ek lambi chhutti li.

Arjun ki maut ka gham ab bhi uske dil mein tha, lekin Kartik ke saath waqt bitane ki chahat usse jeene ki wajah de rahi thi.

Ek din, usne Kartik se kaha, “Kartik, hum dono Manali chalte hain—15 din, sirf hum aur yeh thandi wadiyaan.”

Kartik ki aankhon mein ek chamak aayi, aur usne muskurate hue kaha, “Maa, aapke saath kahin bhi jannat hai.”

Trip ki taiyaari ke liye, Pooja ne Neha ko bulaya. Dono ek bade mall mein shopping ke liye gayi.

Neha, jo ab bhi Kartik ke liye apne dil mein ek chahat chhupaye hue thi, ne Pooja ko thodi sharaarat se kaha, “Ma’am, iss trip ke liye kuch sexy dresses lena padega—aapke liye bhi aur Kartik ke liye bhi.” Pooja ne hanste hue kaha, “Neha, yeh kya baat kar rahi ho? Woh mera beta hai!”

Neha ne aankh maari aur boli, “Beta ho ya kuch aur, jawani ko thoda rang dena chahiye.”

Neha ne Pooja ke liye ek tight red dress chuni, jo uske curves ko highlight karti thi, aur ek deep-neck black top.

Kartik ke liye usne ek fitted shirt aur jeans chune. Phir Neha ne Pooja ko ek boutique mein le jakar kaha, “Ma’am, kuch bold try karo—Manali ki thand mein bhi garmi chahiye.”

Pooja sharma gayi, lekin chupke se ek counter par gayi aur ek black lace lingerie set khareed liya—ek bra jo uske stanon ko ubhare, aur ek panty jo uski kamar ko nanga chhode.

Uske dil mein ek chhupi hui ummeed thi—Kartik ke saath woh ek naye rishte ki shuruwaat karna chahti thi.

Ghar aakar, Pooja ne apne bag mein lingerie chhupaya aur sochne lagi, “Yeh galat hai… lekin kyun mera jism uske liye taras raha hai?”

Kartik bhi apne kamre mein baitha tha, apni maa ke saath trip ke khayalon mein khoya hua.

Uska lund aksar uske khayalon mein sakht ho jata tha jab woh Pooja ke nange jism ko sochta tha.

 

[Shwetagupta41]

Manali pahunchte hi, dono ek chhote se cottage mein thahre. Pehli shaam, woh dono balcony mein baithkar thandi hawa ka maza le rahe the.

Pooja ne apni red dress pehni thi, aur Kartik usse dekhta reh gaya. “Maa, aap isme gazab lag rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek garmi thi. Pooja ne muskurate hue kaha, “Kartik, tu bhi toh jawan ho gaya hai—teri aankhon mein kuch alag si baat hai aaj.”

Kartik uske paas aaya, uska haath pakda, aur bola, “Maa, aapke saath yeh waqt… yeh meri zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat pal hai. Main aapke bina adhura hoon.”

Pooja ka dil dhadka. Usne Kartik ke chehre ko chhua aur boli, “Tum mere dil ki dhadkan ho, Kartik. Main bhi tumhare bina kuch nahi hoon.”

Dono ke chehre kareeb aaye, unki saansein ek doosre se takra rahi thi. “Maa, aapka yeh jism… yeh rooh… main isse chhuna chahta hoon,” Kartik ne dheere se kaha, aur Pooja ne jawab diya, “Kartik, mera jism tera hai… lekin kya yeh sahi hai?”

Kartik ne uske honthon ke paas apne honth laaye aur bola, “Dil ko kaun rok sakta hai, Maa? Main tumhara lund hoon, aur tum meri choot—hum ek doosre ke liye bane hain.”

Pehli raat, dono ke beech ek aag sulag rahi thi. Raat ke 11 baje, Pooja ne apna lingerie pehna aur Kartik ke kamre mein gayi.

Kartik bed par baitha tha, shirtless, aur usse dekhte hi uska lund tight ho gaya. “Maa… yeh kya pehna hai aapne?” usne sawaal kiya, aur Pooja ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Tere liye, Kartik… kaisa laga?” Kartik ne usse baahon mein kheench liya aur bola, “Maa, tum to mujhe maar hi dalogi … main tumhe har tarah se paana chahta hoon.”

Pooja ne uske lund ko pant ke upar se chhua aur boli, “Yeh kitna sakht ho gaya hai… mera dil chahta hai isse apne andar le loon.”

Kartik ne uski bra kholi, uske stanon ko haathon mein liya, aur nipple chusne laga. “Aah… Kartik… yeh kya kar raha hai… ooh,” Pooja ne siski li.

Kartik ne uski panty utari, uski choot par ungli feri, aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot kitni geeli hai… yeh mujhe bula rahi hai.”

Pooja ne uski pant kholi, uska lund haath mein liya, aur boli, “Iska ras mujhe chahiye… ab ruk nahi sakti.”Pehle usne Kartik ke lund ko apne muh mein liya.

Uske honth uske sakht lund par phisle, aur uski jeebh ne uski topi ko chheda. “Aah… Maa… yeh kya kar rahi ho… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, uske haath Pooja ke baalon mein ulajh gaye.

Pooja ne uske lund ko gehra liya, chusne lagi, aur uska ras apne muh mein mehsoos kiya.

“Mmm… Kartik, tera lund kitna garam hai… mujhe yeh har roz chahiye,” usne kaha, aur uske muh se chusne ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Kartik ka jism ek aag mein jal raha tha, “Maa… aah… tumhara muh meri jannat hai… ooh.”

Pooja ne usse chusna jari rakha jab tak Kartik ka ras uske muh mein nahi gira, aur usne har boond pi li.

Uske baad, dono thodi der ke liye alag hue. Pooja apne kamre mein wapas gayi, aur Kartik bed par leta raha, dono ke dil abhi bhi ek doosre ke liye tadap rahe the.

30 minute baad, Pooja wapas aayi, ab bhi usi lingerie mein, aur Kartik ke paas baith gayi. “Kartik, ab aur intezaar nahi hota,” usne kaha, aur Kartik ne usse bed par kheench liya.

Pehla sex bed par shuru hua. Kartik ne Pooja ko litaya, uski taangein kholi, aur apna lund uski choot mein dala. “Aah… Maa… kitni tight ho… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, aur Pooja ne jawab diya, “Kartik… zor se daal… aah… mera jism tera hai.”

Kartik ne dheere-dheere dhakke mare, phir tezi se, aur dono ke jism ek rhythm mein mil gaye.

Pooja ke stan hawa mein uchal rahe the, aur unke siskariyan cottage mein goonj rahe the.

Phir Kartik ne usse ghodi banaya, piche se uski choot mein lund dala, aur zor-zor se dhakke mare.

“Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko chod do… aah,” Pooja chillayi, aur Kartik ne kaha, “Maa… tumhara yeh jism meri jaan hai… ooh.”

Raat bhar woh ek doosre ke jism se khelte rahe, aur subah tak unki chahat aur badh gayi.

 

[Shwetagupta41]

Part 8
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Agla din, Kartik aur Pooja ek chhoti si trek par gaye. Pahadon ke beech, ek sunsaan jagah par, Kartik ne Pooja ko ek ped ke sahare khada kiya aur uski skirt utha di.

“Maa, yahan tumhe chodna chahta hoon,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tadap thi.

Pooja ne chaunk kar kaha, “Tu pagal hai, Kartik! Koi dekh lega… yahan?” Kartik ne uske kaan ke paas muh le jakar dheere se bola, “Yahan koi nahi aayega, Maa. Bas hum dono aur yeh jungle.”

Usne Pooja ki aankhon mein dekha, aur Pooja ka dil zor se dhadakne laga—uski chahat usse bhi zyada thi.

Pooja ne aas-paas nazar ghumayi. Patteyon ki sarsarahat aur door se panchhiyon ki awaaz ke alawa kuch nahi tha.

Jab usse laga ki sach mein koi nahi hai, usne hanste hue kaha, “Theek hai, par jaldi karna… mujhe darr lag raha hai.”

Kartik ne uski panty ko ek taraf khiska diya, apni pant ki zip kholi, aur apna lund nikala. Khade-khade usne Pooja ki choot mein dala.

“Aah… Kartik… yeh kitna risky hai… ooh,” Pooja ne dheere se moan kiya, apne honthon ko kaat kar awaaz ko dabane ki koshish karte hue.

Kartik ne uske stanon ko blouse ke upar se dabaya aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot itni geeli hai… yeh mujhe aur pagal kar rahi hai.”

Woh dheere-dheere dhakke marne laga, ped ke sahare Pooja ka jism har dhakke ke saath thoda hil raha tha.

Hawa unke paseene se bheege jismon ko thanda kar rahi thi, lekin unke andar ka josh aur bhadak raha tha.

Tabhi, door se ek awaaz aayi—jaise koi aadmi bol raha ho ya shayad pedon ke beech se chal raha ho.

Pooja ke chehre par darr saaf dikhayi diya. Usne jaldi se Kartik ko dhakka diya aur boli, “Kartik, ruk! Koi aa raha hai!” Kartik ka lund abhi bhi sakht tha, lekin usne bhi awaaz sun li thi.

Dono ne fatafat apne kapde theek kiye—Pooja ne skirt neeche ki, aur Kartik ne pant band ki.

Ek doosre ko dekhte hue, woh dono hanste hue wahan se bhaag gaye, unke dil zor-zor se dhadak rahe the. Darr ke saath-saath unki chahat mein ek naya thrill aa gaya tha.

 

[Shwetagupta41]

Part 9
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Teesre din, cottage ke bathroom mein, dono shower ke neeche khade the. Paani unke jismon par barish ki tarah gir raha tha. Kartik ne Pooja ko deewar se sataya, uski taangein haathon mein uthayi, aur apna lund uski choot mein dala.

Tezi se dhakke marte hue usne kaha, “Maa, tumhari choot itni garam hai… main isme doob jana chahta hoon… ooh.”

Pooja ne siski li, “Ooh… Kartik… yeh paani aur tera lund… aah.” Paani ki chhap-chhap unke moans ke saath mil rahi thi.

Kartik ne uski gardan par daanton se dheere se kaata, aur Pooja ne uske geele baalon ko pakad kar usse apne aur kareeb kheench liya, unke jism paani aur paseene se ek doosre se chipak rahe the.

Panchwe din, raat ko, Pooja ne Kartik ko sofe par bithaya. Usne uski pant kholi, lund ko haath mein liya, aur boli, “Aaj main tujhe apne muh se maze dungi.”

Usne pehle lund ke topi ko jeebh se chheda, phir dheere-dheere muh mein liya. Kartik ke muh se siskiyaan nikalne lagi, “Aah… Maa… yeh kitna accha lag raha hai… ooh.”

Pooja ne ek haath se uske balls ko sehlaya, doosre haath se lund ko dabaya, aur uska muh tezi se aage-peeche karne lagi.

Kartik ka jism ek current se bhar gaya. “Maa, tumhara muh itna garam hai… main jhadne wala hoon,” usne kaha, aur Pooja ne uska ras apne muh mein liya, har boond ko pi liya, uske baad usne apne honthon ko chaat kar Kartik ko dekha.

15 din tak, har roz unki chahat naye roop mein badhti gayi.

Kabhi missionary mein, kabhi doggy style mein, kabhi standing—har position mein dono ek doosre ke jism ko explore karte.

Ek din, Kartik ne Pooja ko balcony par nanga kiya. Usne uski taangein chaudi ki, neeche baithkar uski choot ko chaata, aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot ka swad meri zubaan par hai… yeh meri har saans mein hai.” Pooja ne uske baal pakde aur boli, “Kartik, meri choot tujhse aur maangti hai… har din, har pal.”

Us raat, dono ne balcony par hi sex kiya. Thandi hawa unke nange jismon ko chhoo rahi thi, unke paseene se sane jism hawa mein thandak mehsoos kar rahe the, aur unki siskiyan raat ki khamoshi ko tod rahi thi.

Trip ke aakhri din, dono bed par lete the, nange, ek doosre ko chhute hue. “Maa, yeh 15 din meri zindagi ke sabse khoobsurat din the,” Kartik ne kaha.

Pooja ne uske lund ko dheere se sehlaya aur boli, “Kartik, yeh shuruwaat hai… ab humein har din ek doosre ki chahat chahiye.”

Dono ke dil aur jism ek ho chuke the—ek rishta jo galat tha, lekin unke liye anant tha.

 

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