Incest Shakti: Jab Maa Ban Gayi Hawas

[samlover11]

Premise
Lucknow ke ek thande, kathor thane mein chaar maaen kaam karti hain—sadiyon ke sanskaar mein dhasi hui, saree ke pallu mein lipti, pooja aur pratishtha mein vishwas rakhti hui... lekin andar se sukhi, bhookhi, aur thaki hui.

Inspector Meenakshi Singh—strict, religious, emotionally repressed—apne hi bete Raghav ke plan ka hissa ban jaati hai... bina jaane ki woh badal rahi hai. Dheere dheere, uske nails grow hone lagte hain... lips thicken hote hain... breast aur butt mein swelling aati hai... lekin asli badlaav hota hai andar.

Raghav ke digital trap mein faansi ye maaen—Meenakshi, Nandita, Devika, aur Rekha—ek aise dark journey par nikalti hain jahan har nazar, har touch, har double-meaning line unke andar ki chhupi hawas ko jagata hai.

Taboos girte hain. Maa ka pyaar sensual hota hai. Aur saree ke andar chhupi ek nayi aurat janm leti hai—ek Indian MILF jo sirf maa nahi... ek fantasy ban chuki hai.

Shakti: Yeh sirf kahani nahi, ek MILF revolution hai

 

[samlover11]

Chapter 1: Duty and Discipline

Lucknow, 6:15 AM
Police Line Apartments, Block C

Halwa ki meethi khushboo kitchen se aa rahi thi. Bathroom se nikalti steam ke beech Meenakshi apna towel tight karti hai. Ek nazar mirror mein daalti hai. Tight bun, sindoor ki patli si rekha, aur wohi stern aankhen—lekin na jaane kyun aaj kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Kuch khinchav... andar se.

"Control mein reh Meenu... tu maa hai pehle."_

She wraps the towel tighter around her curves—curves that, until recently, she used to ignore.


---

7:00 AM
Dining Table

"Raghav, jaldi kar, breakfast thanda ho raha hai."

"Aaj toh alag glow hai Mumma. Naak ke paas thoda sweat hai... looks good on you."

Meenakshi stiffens. The way he says Mumma, slow, teasing, almost licking the word.

"Zyada bakwas mat kar. Chal khilaun tujhe."
She scoops halwa with her fingers, like childhood. Brings it close to his mouth. His lips close around her fingers.

"Hamesha haathon se hi khilao mujhe."

His eyes don’t move. They stay locked on hers. She tries to pull her fingers back. He bites—softly.

"Raghav!"

"Aapne hi bola tha—maa kabhi paraya nahi karti..."

Meenakshi doesn't speak. Doesn’t blink. She just walks to the sink, breathing heavier than she should.


---

8:30 AM
Lucknow Crime Branch HQ

Three other women sit in the briefing room:

Sub-Inspector Nandita Joshi, thali in her bag, tulsi mala around her wrist

Inspector Devika Rao, widow, jasmine flowers in hair, crisp Mysore cotton saree

Rekha Chaudhary, always in black. Always silent. Always sharp.


ACP Rawat enters, giving orders about a new cyber grooming app called Draupadi. He warns them—“Ye app maaon ko target karta hai. Psychological manipulation se unki soch aur body dono badal jaate hain.”

Meenakshi feels her stomach twist.
Raghav ka laptop... kal raat koi app chal raha tha. Kya ye wahi hai?


---

10:00 PM
Bedroom, Police Quarters

She stands in front of the mirror, blouse open, pallu hanging loose. Her hand brushes her collarbone.

"Breast pe tightness si kyu hai... aur yeh cheekbones... kaat rahe hain..."
"Lagta hai haldi aur neem ka kaam dikh raha hai..."

She tries to dismiss the thought. But her nipples are harder than they’ve ever been—like her skin is more... awake.

She sits on the bed, opens her feet, begins filing her toenails absentmindedly.
Her hands move slower... more rhythmically. She applies balm to her cuticles. Her fingers shimmer.

"Aaj kal nails lambi ho rahi hain... naturally?"
"Kya ho raha hai mujhe..."

There’s a sound at the door.
Raghav.

"Maa, light chali gayi kya? Andar aa jaun?"

She panics. Wraps her pallu quickly.

"Nahi! Wait... bas thoda der mein..."

But he’s already entered.

"Bas puchhne aaya tha... aap kuch... alag lag rahi ho aaj."
His eyes trail down. Her ankles are bare. Her feet—shiny, red-tipped, freshly creamed—rest on the rug.

"Goodnight Mumma," he says, smirking.

She doesn’t respond.

As he leaves, Meenakshi sits there in the dark.
Breathing heavy. Fingers still sticky with balm.

And for the first time in years, her thighs gently press together.
And stay that way.


---

END OF CHAPTER 1

 

[samlover11]

Chapter 2: Jism Ka Discipline
Lucknow Police Gymnasium – 5:15 AM
Sweat. Silence. Stirrings.

Meenakshi was alone. Grey joggers. Tight white t-shirt clinging to her back.
She hadn’t worked out in months.

But today?
Today, her body didn’t ask permission. It demanded it.

Push-ups. Squats. Lunges. Stretch.
Her breath grew heavier. Thighs stronger. And that ache—that ache deep in her hips—it didn’t feel wrong. It felt earned.

She stood in front of the gym mirror, chest rising.
Sweat glistened along her neck, catching the tube light above.
Her jawline looked... sharper? And her ass… had it always been this round under her salwar?

She pulled her top up slightly. Her stomach had flattened.
Her navel pulsed slowly, as if in anticipation.

"Bas health conscious ho rahi ho Meenu... itna mat soch."
But her eyes lingered.
On her own reflection.
On her own nipples—pressing against her top.

And she smiled.


---

8:00 AM
Police HQ Canteen

"Devika ji, chai ya filter coffee?"
"Filter... bina chini. Shakkar toh ab body mein bhar rahi hoon." Devika winked.

Meenakshi raised her brows.
Devika’s cleavage peeked out from her blouse—more daring than usual.
Her lips looked plumper. Her jasmine flowers were gone. Replaced by red lipstick.

"Tumhara face alag lag raha hai... cheekbones?"

"Haan, woh son Aarav keh raha tha kal—‘Maa zara modern ho jao. Kamaal lagti ho!’"
"Aur kya... unka kehna toh manna padta hai."
She giggled. That giggle—Meenakshi had never heard that from Devika before.

Meanwhile, Rekha entered.
In black trousers. A deep v-neck top. Heels.

Nandita stared.
"Tum pants pehen ke aayi ho?"

"Aur kya. Ghanti baj gayi hai andar ki."
She smirked. Even her nails were longer. Shiny black. Predatory.

Nandita shifted in her chair.
"Sab badal gaye ho... ya main hi purani reh gayi hoon."
Her voice trembled.
But her hands? They were slowly caressing the edges of her dupatta.


---

10:30 PM
Meenakshi’s Bedroom

She stands in front of her mirror again.

Her toes are painted maroon.
Her fingernails—shaped into sharp, tapered ovals.
Her lips—fuller, bitten red.
Her breasts—swollen with density, not fat.

She doesn’t remember doing any of it.

She just remembers Raghav’s voice in the kitchen earlier.

"Mumma, aap mein kuch badal raha hai. Aur mujhe dekh kar accha lagta hai."

He’d said it while licking daal from his thumb.
While staring at her hips bending over the sink.

She turns around now.

Unbuttons her blouse.
Lets her bra fall to the floor.

She doesn’t even flinch.

Her hands go to her waist, arching her spine.
Her cheeks warm.

Then—

Knock. Knock.

Raghav.
Again.

"Mumma... ek cheez poochni thi."
"Haan?" Her voice was breathy. Unfamiliar.
"Aapke feet mein kuch new cream lagayi kya? Mujhe... kuch ajeeb sa laga aaj."
"Kya ajeeb?"

"Bas... kuch mehka mehka... sensual sa."

She steps back from the door. Covers her mouth.

Her toes curl against the cold floor.

And deep inside her—something locks in. Click.


---

END OF CHAPTER 2

 

[MOMMYLOVER69]

Chapter 1: Duty and Discipline

Lucknow, 6:15 AM
Police Line Apartments, Block C

Halwa ki meethi khushboo kitchen se aa rahi thi. Bathroom se nikalti steam ke beech Meenakshi apna towel tight karti hai. Ek nazar mirror mein daalti hai. Tight bun, sindoor ki patli si rekha, aur wohi stern aankhen—lekin na jaane kyun aaj kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Kuch khinchav... andar se.

"Control mein reh Meenu... tu maa hai pehle."_

She wraps the towel tighter around her curves—curves that, until recently, she used to ignore.


---

7:00 AM
Dining Table

"Raghav, jaldi kar, breakfast thanda ho raha hai."

"Aaj toh alag glow hai Mumma. Naak ke paas thoda sweat hai... looks good on you."

Meenakshi stiffens. The way he says Mumma, slow, teasing, almost licking the word.

"Zyada bakwas mat kar. Chal khilaun tujhe."
She scoops halwa with her fingers, like childhood. Brings it close to his mouth. His lips close around her fingers.

"Hamesha haathon se hi khilao mujhe."

His eyes don’t move. They stay locked on hers. She tries to pull her fingers back. He bites—softly.

"Raghav!"

"Aapne hi bola tha—maa kabhi paraya nahi karti..."

Meenakshi doesn't speak. Doesn’t blink. She just walks to the sink, breathing heavier than she should.


---

8:30 AM
Lucknow Crime Branch HQ

Three other women sit in the briefing room:

Sub-Inspector Nandita Joshi, thali in her bag, tulsi mala around her wrist

Inspector Devika Rao, widow, jasmine flowers in hair, crisp Mysore cotton saree

Rekha Chaudhary, always in black. Always silent. Always sharp.


ACP Rawat enters, giving orders about a new cyber grooming app called Draupadi. He warns them—“Ye app maaon ko target karta hai. Psychological manipulation se unki soch aur body dono badal jaate hain.”

Meenakshi feels her stomach twist.
Raghav ka laptop... kal raat koi app chal raha tha. Kya ye wahi hai?


---

10:00 PM
Bedroom, Police Quarters

She stands in front of the mirror, blouse open, pallu hanging loose. Her hand brushes her collarbone.

"Breast pe tightness si kyu hai... aur yeh cheekbones... kaat rahe hain..."
"Lagta hai haldi aur neem ka kaam dikh raha hai..."

She tries to dismiss the thought. But her nipples are harder than they’ve ever been—like her skin is more... awake.

She sits on the bed, opens her feet, begins filing her toenails absentmindedly.
Her hands move slower... more rhythmically. She applies balm to her cuticles. Her fingers shimmer.

"Aaj kal nails lambi ho rahi hain... naturally?"
"Kya ho raha hai mujhe..."

There’s a sound at the door.
Raghav.

"Maa, light chali gayi kya? Andar aa jaun?"

She panics. Wraps her pallu quickly.

"Nahi! Wait... bas thoda der mein..."

But he’s already entered.

"Bas puchhne aaya tha... aap kuch... alag lag rahi ho aaj."
His eyes trail down. Her ankles are bare. Her feet—shiny, red-tipped, freshly creamed—rest on the rug.

"Goodnight Mumma," he says, smirking.

She doesn’t respond.

As he leaves, Meenakshi sits there in the dark.
Breathing heavy. Fingers still sticky with balm.

And for the first time in years, her thighs gently press together.
And stay that way.


---

END OF CHAPTER 1

Meenakshi in towel

 

[soumyaranjan]

Chapter 2: Jism Ka Discipline
Lucknow Police Gymnasium – 5:15 AM
Sweat. Silence. Stirrings.

Meenakshi was alone. Grey joggers. Tight white t-shirt clinging to her back.
She hadn’t worked out in months.

But today?
Today, her body didn’t ask permission. It demanded it.

Push-ups. Squats. Lunges. Stretch.
Her breath grew heavier. Thighs stronger. And that ache—that ache deep in her hips—it didn’t feel wrong. It felt earned.

She stood in front of the gym mirror, chest rising.
Sweat glistened along her neck, catching the tube light above.
Her jawline looked... sharper? And her ass… had it always been this round under her salwar?

She pulled her top up slightly. Her stomach had flattened.
Her navel pulsed slowly, as if in anticipation.

"Bas health conscious ho rahi ho Meenu... itna mat soch."
But her eyes lingered.
On her own reflection.
On her own nipples—pressing against her top.

And she smiled.


---

8:00 AM
Police HQ Canteen

"Devika ji, chai ya filter coffee?"
"Filter... bina chini. Shakkar toh ab body mein bhar rahi hoon." Devika winked.

Meenakshi raised her brows.
Devika’s cleavage peeked out from her blouse—more daring than usual.
Her lips looked plumper. Her jasmine flowers were gone. Replaced by red lipstick.

"Tumhara face alag lag raha hai... cheekbones?"

"Haan, woh son Aarav keh raha tha kal—‘Maa zara modern ho jao. Kamaal lagti ho!’"
"Aur kya... unka kehna toh manna padta hai."
She giggled. That giggle—Meenakshi had never heard that from Devika before.

Meanwhile, Rekha entered.
In black trousers. A deep v-neck top. Heels.

Nandita stared.
"Tum pants pehen ke aayi ho?"

"Aur kya. Ghanti baj gayi hai andar ki."
She smirked. Even her nails were longer. Shiny black. Predatory.

Nandita shifted in her chair.
"Sab badal gaye ho... ya main hi purani reh gayi hoon."
Her voice trembled.
But her hands? They were slowly caressing the edges of her dupatta.


---

10:30 PM
Meenakshi’s Bedroom

She stands in front of her mirror again.

Her toes are painted maroon.
Her fingernails—shaped into sharp, tapered ovals.
Her lips—fuller, bitten red.
Her breasts—swollen with density, not fat.

She doesn’t remember doing any of it.

She just remembers Raghav’s voice in the kitchen earlier.

"Mumma, aap mein kuch badal raha hai. Aur mujhe dekh kar accha lagta hai."

He’d said it while licking daal from his thumb.
While staring at her hips bending over the sink.

She turns around now.

Unbuttons her blouse.
Lets her bra fall to the floor.

She doesn’t even flinch.

Her hands go to her waist, arching her spine.
Her cheeks warm.

Then—

Knock. Knock.

Raghav.
Again.

"Mumma... ek cheez poochni thi."
"Haan?" Her voice was breathy. Unfamiliar.
"Aapke feet mein kuch new cream lagayi kya? Mujhe... kuch ajeeb sa laga aaj."
"Kya ajeeb?"

"Bas... kuch mehka mehka... sensual sa."

She steps back from the door. Covers her mouth.

Her toes curl against the cold floor.

And deep inside her—something locks in. Click.


---

END OF CHAPTER 2

Bhai aap jyada english use kar rahe ho jitna kam hoga padhne mein maja aaega
Baki aapki Marji....
Sorry bura laga to ..
Nice story keep writing

 

[samlover11]

Bhai dialog

Bhai aap jyada english use kar rahe ho jitna kam hoga padhne mein maja aaega
Baki aapki Marji....
Sorry bura laga to ..
Nice story keep writing

Mai koshish karunga dialogues waise hi hindi me hai, english se thoda realism aata hai, hindi wala words.thoda vulgar ho jayega. Mai thoda slow burn banana chahta hu.

 

[rajeev13]

Premise
Lucknow ke ek thande, kathor thane mein chaar maaen kaam karti hain—sadiyon ke sanskaar mein dhasi hui, saree ke pallu mein lipti, pooja aur pratishtha mein vishwas rakhti hui... lekin andar se sukhi, bhookhi, aur thaki hui.

Inspector Meenakshi Singh—strict, religious, emotionally repressed—apne hi bete Raghav ke plan ka hissa ban jaati hai... bina jaane ki woh badal rahi hai. Dheere dheere, uske nails grow hone lagte hain... lips thicken hote hain... breast aur butt mein swelling aati hai... lekin asli badlaav hota hai andar.

Raghav ke digital trap mein faansi ye maaen—Meenakshi, Nandita, Devika, aur Rekha—ek aise dark journey par nikalti hain jahan har nazar, har touch, har double-meaning line unke andar ki chhupi hawas ko jagata hai.

Taboos girte hain. Maa ka pyaar sensual hota hai. Aur saree ke andar chhupi ek nayi aurat janm leti hai—ek Indian MILF jo sirf maa nahi... ek fantasy ban chuki hai.

Shakti: Yeh sirf kahani nahi, ek MILF revolution hai

WOW, Something new and unsual,
All the best for this new story brother

 

[Dev Raj]

Superb start bro
Hindi words hi mast hai aur hosake toh pics aur gifs bhi daalo

 

[samlover11]

Superb start bro
Hindi words hi mast hai aur hosake toh pics aur gifs bhi daalo

Bhai transformation story hai, imagination better rahega. Waise bhi mai naya hu isme. Aaplog chahe to dal sakte hai

 

[Dev Raj]

Bro ek aur update dedo