Shifa Aunty Ka Jalwa
Hi friends, mera name Rahul hai. Main fir hazir hu aaj apni ek dhamakedar sex story ke saath. Kahani thodi lambi hai par bohut interesting hai. Jo kahani main batane jaa raha hu ye mere aur mere dost ki sexy mom ke beech ki kahani hai. Main Mumbai se hu aur yahi pe college bhi jata hu. College mein hamara group tha 4 ladko ka. Main, Rohan, Sunny aur Imran. Ye kahani meri aur Imran ki mummy Shifa ki hai. To hum chaaro acche dost the par hum kabhi bhi ek doosre ke ghar nahi gaye the. Kabhi zaroorat hi nahi padi thi. Hum bas college bunk karke saath mein idhar udhar timepass karte the. Par undino Ramzan chal rahe the jo ke Muslims ka month hai jisme woh fast rakhte hai. To Imran is mahine kuch khata peeta nahi tha. Hum jab bunk maarke kahi bhi jaate the. To humsab usko chidhate the ke sham mein woh daba ke khata rehega jab fast khatam hota hoga tab. Aisa hi chalta raha poora mahina. Jab woh month khatam hua to usne hum sab ko Eid ke din uske ghar pe bulaya tha ke woh acche se khana aur shirkurma khilayega humko. Aur hum bhi ha bol diye. Ab Eid ke din main Rohan aur Sunny, Imran ke ghar chale gaye. Rohan aur Sunny waise to harami the. Par unko utna interest nahi tha bandiya taadne mein. Woh zyadatar technology ya science ki ghisi piti baato mein interested rehte the aur baate karte the. Imran bhi waisa hi tha lagbhag. Par mujhe hamesha sexy females ko dekh kar ankhen sekne ki aadat thi. Aur jab hum Imran ke ghar pohche to uski mummy ne darwaza khola. Woh burkhe mein nahi thi. Par woh scarf pehni thi jiske vajha se unke boobs ki size ka pata nahi laga paa raha tha. Par unki shakal bohut acchi thi. Baaki ka figure ikdam vidya balan jaisa kadak tha. Jo ke koi bhi mard dekh ke unko chodne ka soche. Aunty ke darwaza kholte hi pehle Sunny fir Rohan andar gaya. Un dono ne aunty ke pair chhooye. Aunty confused thi kyu ke woh Muslim thi aur unke usme shayad ye pair chhoone ka riwaj nahi hai. Par fir bhi unhone unko jeete raho bola. Aur main andar aaya to maine aunty ko salam bola. Aur Eid mubarak bolke unka haath milaya. Aur haath milane ke baad unko main hug karne gaya. Jaise hi maine unhe hug kiya to unke boobs mere chest se takraye. Aur jo mujhe mehsoos hua. Usse laga ke unke boobs bade hai. Vidya Balan jaisi dikhti to thi hi par boobs bhi usi ke jaise bade the. Aur mujhe pata tha ke ye Muslims Eid mein 3 baar gale lagte hai. Maine bhi aunty ko jab first hug kiya tab to bas unke boobs feel hue. Par jab dusri baar hug kiya to mujhe feel hua ke unhone bra nahi pehni hai kyu ke mujhe unke nipple feel hue. Aur teesra hug kiya to firse feel hua unka nipple. Aur jab teesra hug khatam karke hata to maine dekha aunty thoda blush kar rahi thi. Shayad unko samajh mein aa gaya tha ke mujhe unke nipple feel hue hai. Par Imran ne bola, “Are kya kar raha hai yaar? Khali males jo family ke hai woh hi females ko hug karte hai. Aise koi bhi hug nahi kar sakta.” Maine sorry bola aunty ko. Par surprisingly aunty ne bola Imran ko ke usko pata nahi hoga na jane do. Aur meri taraf dekh ke smile di. Aur hum sab andar sofe pe baith gaye hall mein. Mujhe lag raha tha ke aunty pat jayegi. So hum chaaro dost baithe the sofe pe. Aunty woh shirkurma leke aayi hum sabne piya. Aunty hum sabse baate kar rahi thi ke kya study chal rahi hai aur all. Aur main aunty ko nazre chura chura ke ghoor raha tha. Aunty ko ye baat shayad malum thi par usne kuch boli nahi. Imran ne humlog se kaha ke usne kuch project banaya hai koi college fest ke liye. To Rohan aur Sunny ne usko dekhne ko insist kiya . Aur Imran ne un dono ke leke jaane laga. Usne mujh se bhi bola ke chal par maine mana kiya ke tum log dekho main baadme dekh lunga. Aur woh log chale gaye andar dusre room mein. Ab main baitha tha sofe pe aur aunty saamne wale sofe pe. To aunty ne mujhse pucha ke tum nahi project mein interest rakhte kya. To maine aunty ko kaha ke main to aajse ek dusra hi project start kar raha hu. Aur hum dono has pade. Shayad aunty samajh gayi thi ke main konse project ki baat kar raha hu. Fir unhone mujhse kaha ke main aati hu. Fir woh andar chali gayi apne room mein. Aur main baithe baithe bahar bore ho raha tha. Kareeeb aadha ghanta beet gaya tha. Na aunty aayi wapas na woh log. Main dekhne ke liye utha to jab main andar jaa raha tha beech mein kitchen pada. Maine dekha to aunty roti bana rahi thi. Unhone dekha to mujhko sorry boli. Woh boli ke main bhool hi gayi tumko bolna ke main roti bana rahi hu. Maine koi nahi bolke unhe bola, “Aunty Imran ka phone aajkal bohut kharab rehta hai kya?” Unhone ne bola nahi to. Maine kaha usko call karo ke kaha hai. Aunty ne accha boli. Maine fir apna phone nikala aur call dial karne ke liye number pad open karke rakha. Aur aunty se pucha ke baakisab ladke kaha hai. Unhone kaha ke aage wale room mein. Maine phone kitchen counter pe aunty ke saamne rakh ke jaane laga. Aunty ne mujhse pucha ke phone kyu rakhe ho. Maine bola apke liye aur wahan se chale gaya. Main pray kar raha tha ke aunty samajh jaye mera ishara aur apna number type kare mere phone mein. Main room mein gaya to wahan woh teeno bekar ki kuch light emit karne ki baat kar rahe the. Woh project mein main bhi jaake unke saath baith gaya. Par mera dhyan wahin tha ke aunty number daalti hai ya nahi. Kareeb 10-15 minutes baad main bahar aaya dosto ko bolke ke bathroom jake aata hu. Aur main kitchen mein gaya to mera phone wahin pada tha jaha maine chod ke gaya tha. Maine aunty ko dekha to woh kitchen mein nahi thi. Maine apna phone khola to usme number tha. Main khush hua ke aunty ne number de diya. Aur tabhi aunty aayi peeche se aur boli ke phone yaha wahan nahi chod ke jaate aur hasne lagi. Maine fir unse pucha ke name kya save karu kyu ke unka name jaanta nahi tha main. To unhone Shifa bola. Par maine bola main ye nahi save karunga. Main shifu save karunga. To woh blush karne lagi. Woh firse roti banana lagi aur baato baato mein maine unki peeth pe hath rakha just aise hi. To mere haath pe aisa laga mujhe ke unhone bra pehn liya hai.