amar dustu ma

friends husband

Anu amar bandobi. Bolte gele se amar best friender ekjon. Ekoi boyosi. Ek songe amader bere utha. Primary tekhe college ek sathe cholafera. Ekjoner dukko kasto eke onner sathe share kora,emon ke valobasa ta ek sathe. Or ekta dosh selo ami ja posondo kortam o taianukoron korto. Amar dreesh,amar sajagoja amar chola ferar style sobi o nokol kore cholto. Maje majeamar kub rag hoto,abar valoi lagto. Amake keu anukoron korse eta amar kub moja lagto r ami eta kub upovog kortam. Maje maje kub rege geye oke boltam"ami jake beye korbo tui o take beye koris. Amar bor amar gud chudbe r tor gud chud be na tai ke hoy?"anu bolto"ha dekish taikorbo. Tor borke ami voleyeneye amar gud chudeye pete bacca nebo". Sedin or upor etota rege gelam je ersa korselo oke gola tipe mere fele. Kinto or vab vongi hasi deke sedin amar rag nemisei finish. Asole lok potanor khomotar jonno amar oke kub valo lagto. Anu sedin ja bole selo bastobe korese tai. Anek kisu ja amar sesh jeboneo sretee hoye manospote ujjalhoye thakbe.
Ami jokhon class eighte portam tokhon class nine a sani name ekti sele porto. Sani da ke amar eto valo lagto je oke ami choke haratam. Ratdin oke neye vabtam. Eta anu janto na. College geye o jante pare. Tokhon sani amar dhan gann,amar prem. Amara eke onnoke govir valobasai mogno. Loke deke bolto"kesundor kopot kopoti". Jemon dekte selo sani temon ami. Sani da selo amar ahonkar. Sani da peraiamake bolto "rani(amar gopon nam. Asol nam bolte perse na karon aneke amai cene felbe)tomi jokhon tomar oi forsha putoler moto mukher lal tothe golapi lips r kopale golapi tip babohar koro tokhon mone hoy tomi jeno pori. Sob somoy tomar onge lege thakte ersha kore". Ami boleselam "ar amar dehota tomar vog korte ersa kore na". Uttore sani da bole selo"kore,rani ami jani cai letomi tomar rup shuda amai deye debe. Kinto ekhone noy. Somoye ami ceye nebo. Tokhon debe to tomar modukethe". Ami katha deye selam ceye deko hat barale amake pabe. Kinto sani da ajtinbosor por tomi cai le. Ke kore ke kori. . . . . . Ami jantam na anu o sani da ke valo base.
Tai tafe fele sani da ke deye deho melon ghotiye pete basca neye voy veti dekheye sani da ke beye korte bardho kore. Ami ragehensai oder kase geye o kisu bolte pari ne. Sani da amake dekhe kedde bole selo"rani ami tomake sorte valobasi". Anur kakuti minutite amar moner dukho kosto mone neye fere asi. Koto dinami na kheye katiye se. Pore anur kase sunese sob kisu. Sani da sorkari chakurineye anuke neye arek sohore chole jai. Ami o aste aste sani da ke vulber sestakorte thaki. Amar jebon sreete teke sani da ke muste geye ami hoye pori cam basona jokto ek lolona. Poroush dekle hensa hoy. Deher angho vonge deye pesone na gorate parle ami khanto hotam na. Baba amarvab goti deke sele dekte suro koren. Jar sathe amar beye den,se dekte sunte valo. Ekjon doctor. Beyer por aste aste ami nejeke maneye nei. (amar borer nam bolbo na tobe nokol nam delam"jitu"karon e lekhate or ekta namer dorkar)tin bosor por hotat ekdin anur sathe dekha. Amake joreye jore or ke ullas. Kothai thaki jitu da kothai etc. Ami ami abak hoye jegasa korlam"jitu ke tui ke kore senesh. Pore jante per be bole o chole gelo. Poro no bandobe ke ei acina sohore peye kub kusi holam. Pordin jitu basa theke ber hobar por caling bell bajle dorja khule deki anu.
Ami abak hoye oke joreye dore vetore neye gelam. Vetore geye anu bollo"dek sani ke koto ber bollam astekinto khsu te elo na. Asole tor samne aste sonkos bod kor se". Sani nam ta sune ami kemon hoye porlam. Amar valo basa!. Anur mukhekisu atkai na. Anek katha bole amai. Sedin anu chole jabar por sani da ke kub dekte ersa korselo. Kisudin por ami anur basa te jai. Sani da basai ne. Anu album hate deye bollo chobi dekte thak ami cha kore neye ase.Ami album khule chobi dekse.Sani dar chobi!!Jake valo bastam. Pata ultheye ami shok khelam. Jitur chobi. Matha gure uthlo. Anu asle oke bollam"jitur chobi tor albume ke kore elo"?anu bollo"amar seler babar chobialbum thakbe na ta ke hoy".Ami:-mane?anu bollo"tor borr sani to valo bondhu. Sei poricoye amar poricoy hoy. Tor katha jante pere amra aro ghonisto hoye pori. Ekdin rate sani r jitu da amake neye group sex kore.Se rate jitu dai amar gude mal fele pet kore dai. Toi bolte na tor bor deye jeno pet kori. Tor kathai sorte korlam". Ami hotobak hoye bobar moto bose ase jeno ami amate nei. Ami kadbo nahasbo bujte parse na. Hotatanur gola peye anuvoti ferepelam. Anu phone bolse"jitu da rani amar basai. Oke aj jete debo na,tomi ekhane chole aso". Jitu amaai ceye bollo"ami ber ber call korse doro na keno". Ami takeye deke pasta miscall. Jitu janalo jorori koyekta aparetion ase rate fer be na.
Anur chapa chapite tekhe jete bardo holam. Amar ektoersa lagselo sani da ke anekdin dekhe na. Rat holo sani da amai dekhe abak. Ersa korselo sute geye sani dar buke japiye pori. Kintu o to onner. Neje ke samleye nelam. Rate kabar por gumaber pala. Oder ekti room,ekti bosar gor. Sani dasofa te r ami o anu roome khate suiye porlam. Gum as se na. Porono srete mone vese uthse. Aste aste choker pata veje chokh bondo hoye as se. Hotat medu kathar sobde jege gelam. Bojte parlam sani da anuke ador korse. Pase basca r ami ta sorte o ora adim kelai morto. Ami to joubona ami ke kore taki. Anu sani da bolse aj dui jon ke tomai kusi korte hobe. Ranir na powa valo basa aj tomake kisu ta hole o ferot dete hobe. Anu amake jor kore jaka mere utheye bosalo r bollo"ami jani tui gomas ne. Ami tor valo basakere neye toke bonseto korese. Aj tor valobasa tokefereye debo. Ne boje ne torvalobasar manush te ke". Roomer dim lighte takeye deke ora bosto hin. Oder a abostai deke ami lojjai muk dheke roilam. Anur anurod ke ami pottakhan kore cholse. Anu bollo"rani lojja korsesh keno?jitu da jodi amake vog korte pare tobe tui keno parbe na". Ami"ta hoy ...

When i was 16

Hi guys. Time for a hot story. This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. Yes this is a true story. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you.

This happened as I turned sixteen. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. His name was Dr. Sudarshan Sharma.

My mother is actually my maasi who married my father after my mother’s death. My maasi had a girl and a boy from father of her own. Although she was sort of step mommy for me yet we were very close.

Now let me describe my mother, sushma. She is very fair with beautiful lips and eyes. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. She usually baths at ten when is about to sleep.

We often hugged each other very much. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. She was after all my own mother. What a pervert I’ve been thinking all about her. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Everyday I used to do that. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was getting hornier by the day. One day I even stole her used panties. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. There was even some pussy hair on that panty. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. Then it became a habit. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. This went on for some time. I was sixteen and I was so horny. Then one day something happened.

As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A.C. it was fixed in mom-dad’s room. My father returned to his job after few days. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. She was dressed in a flowering light pink gown. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.

“Mithu (my nick name)! It is so hot here. You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”

I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…



I went to her room. My stepbrother karan and sister shikha were sleeping in the other room. Shikha was 17 and was real good looking girl. I saw at her in sleep and gasped. Then I reached into mother’s room. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. The room looked so tidy. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck.

My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. The whole atmosphere was electrifying. How could I control, myself. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. She drew me back and said.

“Are…mithu …I m your mother. What are you doing to me? I am married to your father.”

Oh. Mother! I can’t hold it anymore. I just love you mother. I’m sorry. She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. Then after some silence she said.

“Ok mithu! Now tell me do you want to marry me. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. Tell me is that what my son wants. Marry his own mother!”

I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! My goddess, I love you so much that I worship you. Marry me for love mother. I need you so much”

Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Ah! She had no bra and I felt right up to her nipples. This time there was no objection. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. After a little cusping and kneading she said.

“O my son, my lover! Wait till we are married”

And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. The heat of my mother’s body was too much for me. I woke up only to see my mother and kids gone.

She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She had already brought me a wedding suit to wear. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. She had a lot of ornaments too. She really looked like a goddess. She came close to me and said.



“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father. Only the blouse is different.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”

We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. We reached the temple and the ...

..priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. My mother smiled as she had one already. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire.
My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. Now I was her husband and she was my wife. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. I felt like the luckiest son in the world.
When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips.
O my mother! My wife.
O my son! My husband. Show me how much you love me.
My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Now we two were alone at home. It was already evening when we reached home. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for.
She asked me to go to my room and wait.
I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Sex was in the air, I knew. As I sat on the bed, my mom entered the room. She had a glass of milk in her hands. She came to me and said,
“From now on I am your wife so call me sushma .ok”
Yes my darling sushma. I drank half the milk and gave her half. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.
Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. They were shining pink. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mother moaned with pleasure.
O Rama! O Krishna! My own son is going to make love to me. O god.
While rubbing my hand on one of her chuchies I ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.
Mummy ….bete ko dudhu do na
Le beta…jitna marzi le na
My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton. She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy. Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs. I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight. My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving. The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. She just squirmed in pleasure. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of Dr chaman’s wife those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish .just by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife. I could even make out her panty line from behind when she used to sleep. I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my vinod maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions. I remember that vinod maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass. The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties….mmmm what a delight panties are. As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty. I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine. My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory. I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked. Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. She then bites her lip and said,
“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. Come my husband take your ravishing bride and start a family with me so that I may mate with you .come my handsome son, show mommy how much you love her”
O mommy I love u so much
Yes my baby. Come my husband. Call me by my name now.
As I inched closer to .

.her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. She had little hair on legs and at the back of her arms which added her sex appeal. I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. While my other hand touched the forbidden fruit of my mother and she gasped in my arms.
“O my son, my new husband, my boyfriend, I love you so much. You can do anything as we are married now. Come baby come to your lonely mommy. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. She was still dressed in her jewels but she quickly removed my shirt and below. I was standing in just silk underwear with my cock making a pole in it. My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.
“O mithu! Your lund is so big. Just the right size for my deep choot. Time has come to insult your mother with your prick. I want some punishment for marrying my own son. Punish me baby!”
“o yes mother! I mean my wife! Sushma. I love you so much. I wish all the sons do this to their mothers. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. I have waited for this for years. You are me my dream my mother my wife my sushy. My sushma”
“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. O my boy…gives it to mommy now. You know how badly I want it. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”
While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. Mother moaned a bit as I thrust it further. I started finger-fucking her vigorously now. While her hand was stroking my cock. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily
“O son! You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.
“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”
I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. A lot of flab had gathered on my dream hole. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck. Her pussy looked so fresh and pink that I had to look at her face while this wonderful pussy really belongs to my mother. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. In a moment she went stiff and uttered obscenities and went limp in my arms. I knew she was having an orgasm and I bit the clit real hard thrusting 3 fingers inside my mother’s lovely pussy. She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Ah 1 what a taste.
Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.
“O my lovely son! Where did you learn all this? You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. O Rama! This feels so good. Don’t stop mithu. I want you inside now my baby. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”
Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping. A chill up to my spine ran up as soon as I realized that it was my own mother jumping on my cock. My mother had taken the entire cock in her pussy and her breasts jiggled on my face. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now. O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots. I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times. My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. Now she adjusted herself in a way that she was getting maximum penetration. I was hitting her womb. O my god was a dream. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina. It appeared that all I wanted to do was to fuse into her...making her mine, forever. Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. I could feel the nipples on my cheeks, nose and everywhere. This was highly erotic so I quickly sucked on my mothers boobies while slapping her ass and she started shouting obscenities now.
“ harami, madarchod , ….hai…maar meri phudi,…aai haaaaii….chod mujhe…kutte….randi ke beej….phad de meri phudi….haii….aaaa….haaan…haaan….aaaiiii…aur jor se…apni maan ke mumme choos le harami…yahi se dudh peekar bada hua hai tu….choos …mere raja….hai….mere momme ki tip …….mmm”
I greedily sucked on her nipples while she humped me from the top. It was my first sexual experience so I didn’t last long and poured my semen into my mother’s hot cunt. my mother shouted
“o god! What have I done? O mithu! Mommy is not protected. O my god, my son just made his way onto my womb. He has placed his seed in me”
Mother started crying and it took a while for her to come to terms with it.
Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. We had to find some way out. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. After the child birth, mother and me married officially in the new city and got registered as husband and wife. It has been 17 years now.
I have two girls with my mother. The elder one just turned sixteen and she just looks like my mother. Well, what happens with her is just another story.

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Ami j golpo ta bolte jachhi, seta amar life er ghota ekta sotti ghotona.. jeta ami aajke sabar sathe share korte chai& Eta emon ekta ghotona jeta ami amar barir karor sathe to noy, amar bandhu der satheo konodin share korteparbona. Karon tahole amake amar nijer barir smman I harate hobe. Ebar ghotonatar kotha boli& ( Eta ghotechilo aaj theke pray 5 6 bochor age., amar baba r badli r chakri chilo ( ekhono ache ).. amar Madhyamik parikhar pore ami r ma thik korlam kothao ekta berate jabo. Kintu baba aaste paarbe na bollo. Officer important kaaj e baba k south India jete hoto. Baba r sathe ekhane okhane chutochuti kore berale amader ghoratai mati hobe vebe ami bollam baba r sathe jabona. Ei rokom vabe koekdin cholarpor ekdin amar kaka ( baba r bhai) ph kore jigasa korloamra keno kothao ghurte jachhina. Ma kaka k ph e saab kotha bollo r baba rname nalish o korlo.. bollo tomar bhai sarakhon kaaj nie thake..kaka saab sune bollo ok ami dada r sathe kotha bolchi.. temonhole cholo amar sathe ghure aasbe cholo puri& .ami to anonde lafie uthlam& jai hok amader ghora to hobe& & amar kaka ekta private firm e chakri korto& . Kaka bie koreni kintu character nie besh kotha sona gechilo..ami ekdin baba r make kotha bolte sunechilam j kaka naki red light area te jay majhe majhe& Ma kaka r sathe jete chaichilo na& kintu ami baritekhub asanti kora suru korlam.. ami tosudhu ghorar kotha vabchilam. Mar hoyto kaka r sathe jaoar kothay apotti chilo.. kintu baba ekdin ph kore bole dilo j tomra ghurei eso ekbaar& basssssssss amra kaekdiner modhye ready& .. berie porlam& ( Ei fake amar ma r kotha ektu bolar darkar.. amar ma r bayos 50 er kachakachi,,, chehara temon jakebole sexy noy.. nehaat aatpoure bangali house wife& mota sota chehara,, buk besh vari,& . Komor ba pachao birat boro& . Sarakhon barite pujo aarcha niyei thake& . Kintu ma r ekta dosh ache& . Kaaj korte gaa er jama kapor er dike kono kheyal thakena& amake bshkaekbaar bandhu der saamne aswasti te porte hoechhe& bandhu ra amader barite esechhe.. ma khete deoar samay jei jhukechhe .. gaatheke acholta khule pore jay& & maa barite bra porena& ..tai vari dudh gulo blouse theke pray upche berie pore& ..bandhu der dike takie dekhehi ora soja takie ache maa r buker dike.. kintu maar kono kheyal nei& ei baparta ma echhe kore korena ami jani& kintu amar khub baje lagto& ekdin kaka kei dekhechilam& ma r dike takie thakte& sedin ma pujo korchilo& ma pujo korar samay snan kore ase r gae blouse pore na.. saree take gae jorie ney.. sei rokom ekdin pujo korar samay ma jokhon upur hoe namoskar korchilo tokhon side theke acholta sore gechilo& ami dekhhilam kaka janala dhore darie darie dekhche maa er dike..maa r dudh ta pray purotai berie esechilo..side theke dekha jachilo birat boro dudh take& makhoner moton sada& & jodio khayeri bota take dekha jachilo na& erpor maa uthe kaka k prosaad dite gelo.. tokhono ma r transparent saree die biraat boro boromai er bota gulo poriskar dekha jachilo& .. kaka aarchokhe bar bar takachilo.. kintu maar j k sei& nijer moto kaaj kore jachilo& .. puri r samudre maar ki hobe eta vebe amarekdike jemon chintahochilo temoni besh erotic o laaghilo& ( Jaor din station e pouchhe dekhlam r ekjon lok amader sathe jachhe& & loka ta kka r boss.. boyos oi pray 55 theke 60 er modhye..birat chehara& .kaka ma r sathe alap korie dilo loktar & .( Namtaami ekhane change kore dilam ekhane..)loktar nam Sunil Banarjee.. kintu ekta jinis ami lokhho korlam. Alap korie deoar samay kaka r sunil er modhye chokhe chokhe ekta ishara r moto kichhu ekta holo.. mane ta darayoneekta ei rokom jeno ei sei typer& .baparta amarkachhe alpo alpo kore poriskar hoe jachilo& ..karon ami kichhudin agei kakak ph e kon ek bandhu k bolte sunechilam j chakrita chole jete pare jodina kihhu special bribe deoa jay& . Bribe er deal ta j ki nie hoyechheseta ami andaaz korte paarchilam karon alap koranor por theke Sunil amar ma r dike je rokom vabe takachilo seta onek ta sinher samne mangser thala raakhle jerokom hoy& lokta amar ma k r kono manush hisebe vabchilo na& ..ekta sex objectba bola jete pare emon ekta kichhu jar opor o or gopon vayonkor tomo echhe takeo choritartho korte pare& .ma as usual egulo kichui bujhte paarchilo na& pujo archa nie thaka ekjon sadharon bangali ghrihobodhu.. konodin ghunakhoreo vabeniei boyoseo or sarir k nie erokom deal hota pare& .. amar besh voy korte surukorlo& .khali mone hochilo ei lokta pelema k chire khabe..( Train e Sunil ma r pichu charchilo na& karon akaron joto kothabole jachilo ora& ami birokto hoe opore hole gelam& er ekta karon ei chilo j oportheke oder protteker movementami lokhho korte parbo& .ma ekta silk er saree porechilo& train er haoay acholta baar baar buker theke sore jachilo& buker ston gulo fule fule uthechhe mar& r khaj ta dekha jachhe oneek dur obdhi& .. Sunil jeno nijeke thik rakhte paarchilo na& .jua tejite neoa prize tar opor nijer lalosa metanor jonno sabur korte chaichilona ekdom& ekbar uthe darate gie train er dolay pore jaoar van kore mar gaer opor pore gelo..ami opor theke poriskardekhte pelam haat ta die eche kore mar dan diker dudh ta tipe dilo& & & ami puro chomke uthlamloktar sahos dekhe.. etojon loker samne o o kono voypelona& . Ma ebar ektu jeno awsti te porechilo& kintu kichhu korar nei.. ma to r jane na j lok ta echhe kore porechhe kina.. nichok durghotona ohote pare..,,& ( Puri te neme janlamamader thakar babostha Sunil korechhe..or ekta guest house ache ekebarei sea facing okhanei thaka hobe& ami r ma bar bar bollam j na na amra hotel e ...

.thakbo.****khon kaka bollo bekar paysa khorcha koreki hobe tar cheye ghorar samay valo kore ghora jabe khon.. tachara upayjokhon ache tokhon bekar hotel e thakbo keno& erporer kono jukti khatena.. ma sudhu bollo protidin bikelemondir jeno sabai mile jai & . Ma sabar naam e pujo debe& . Ei kotha ta amar ekhono poriskar mone ache karon ei kotha ta sonar por kaka r Sunil er chokhe j hasi ta amidekhechilam seta k saytan er hasi bolleo kom bola hobe& kintu keno janina.. amader mane ma r ei ekta helpless abosthata rkotha amake jotota chintay felechilo tarcheye onek besi erotic lagchilo& ami jeno mone mone ei rokom ekta sujog khujchilam j ami dekhte pabo onno kono lok ma r echher birudhe ma krape korchhe.. ma sarir k nie khela korchhe& ma r biraat boro boro mai duto tipe lal kore dichhe r bhari komor r navi kamrachhe& ami khali vabchilam & amake erokom konojayga khujtei hobe jekhan theke ami baparta saab dekhte pai jai hok na keno& .( Guest house take guest house na boleghost house bolai valo.. ekta matro lok ache.. sei ranna korbe r seo sandhye 7 tar pore thakena.. Sunil r kaka r pokhhe er cheye valo jayga kichu hotei parena& guest housetay duto ghor ache& thik holo j ektate ami r ma sobo r ektate kaka r Sunil& Jinis potro rakhar porei Sunil hoi hoi kore uthlo.. bollo ekhuni cholo sea beach e..samudro snan e& & Sunil pray ma r samnei jama pant khola suru kore dilo& ma bollo ami paser ghor theke dree change kore aaschi.. ami ekta barmuda pore nilam& .Ma paser ghor theke jokhon berie elo dekhlam ma ekta sutir sar porechhe r kalo blouse porechhe,& vitore kono bra poreni r saree ta navi r onek niche porechhe, aboso etanatun kichuna.. ma chirokal navi r niche saree pore.. amar bandhurao mar navi r pronsha korechhe oneek baar& protibaar I amake lojjay fele die& ma r dress dekhe ami promaad gunlam.. mar ei kaloblouse ta ekdon transparent r khub chapa& ma r biraat boro boro mai gulo blouser opor die thele barie aaschilo jeno& .r majhe majheblouse ta sore gele poriskar vabe dekha jachilo ma r dhondhobe sada dudher khoyeri bota& hatar sathe sathe orao jeno lafachilo asonno muktir anonde& .Sunil pray ma r komor jorie dhore jole namie dilo& & .( Sunil ma r komor dhore oi vabe tene jole namabe ma vabeni.. karon er age amra jokhon baba r sathe esechilam puri te tokhono ma kebol hatu jole neme snankorechilo.. ma satarjanena.. tai besi govir jole kichutei jete chayna& Hotel theke beronor age ma amake bar bar bole chilo jeno amioma r sathei thaki.. oder sathe besi dure na jai& r ekhonora ma k kichu bojahr agei dujone mile tene hichre besi joler dike nie jache& .ami besh bujhte parchilam& mak chire khabar age ora ei sujog ta charbe na& ma r sarir er gandho sukbar jonno& ma r sarir er mangsho gulo prothom bar haat die ghatbar jonno& . Amar ma r navi asepaser chorbi gulo te nokher daag bosanor jonno& . Ma r dhobdhobe sada birat boro boro tholthole mai gulokedata die chire felar age hat die porimaap korar jonno& & ..( Ma barbar pichone fire takachilo& ma r ekmatro chinte chilohoyto ami eta dekheki vabchi baa mi nije dure kothao chole jachi kina& ..ami emon vabkorlam jeno ami oder k pattai dichhi na& ..ami oder theke oneekta dure chole gelam.. tarpor haat nere nere maa k janalam j ami thik achi tumi chinta korona& . Ma besh assosto holo& r nijeke nie vabar samay pelo.. karon totokhone ora dujone ma r duto haat dhore rekhe pray buk jol obdhi nie geche& ma r chokhe mukhevyer chaap dekhchilam& ami r ektu dure chole gie oder pichon dik theke oder kache jaoar chesta korlam& ami school esatar e valoi chilam.. sutorang eta korte amar konobeg pete holona& ..kacha kachi gie dekhlam ja vebechilam motamuti tai hochhe& ma dheu er voy e kaka k aakre dhore ache& r sunil pichon theke bodhhoy ma r komordhore tanatani korche charie anar jonno& ma k nie ora khela korchhe jeno& & dheu er dhakkay ora tire r dike besh khanikta egie gechhe.. ekhnane jol ma r komore r ektu opor obdhi& kintu mar gaer achol ta pray dori te porinoto hoechhe& buker majhkhan die chole geche& . R pase dukha na lau er moto boro boro mai blouse ved kore berie aaste chaichhe& .. ma r saree ta vari hoe navi r oneek oneek niche neme geche& kintu ma se gulo samlanor kono samay pachhena& boro borodheu gulo ma r mathar opor die jache bar bar& . Sunil ma k bollo j o dhore ache.. kono chinta korte hobe na& & ma k dhore thakar nam kore mar komorer opor die mar peter opor haat rakhlo.. & .ma r chorbiwala peter sugovir navi take jeno o lukie rakhte chaichilo emon vabeaakre dhorlo& .. kintu bechara ma etake onno kichu vabar moto manosikabosthay chilona& ..somudre harie jaoar voy..sarirer gopon jayga gulor goponiota haranor voyer cheye oneek besi& & ma Sunil er beporoya haat take rokhha koboch hiesebei vablo r Sunil er du haat er modhye nijeke secure vablo& ..ami dekhlam dheu er dhakkay ma r posakasak ekbare aluthalu hoe ache& saree ta komer oneek jayga theke khule khule esechhe.. saya dekha jachhe& dori rmoto hoe jaoa acholtao kadher ek pase sore esechhe& .. je kono muhurte ota pore jabe& & .ma r ston jeta theke ami chotobelay dudh kheyechi& jetake ami protidin ma r pujo korar samay lukie lukie dekhe koto masterbate korechhi& ..sei boro boro ston gulo blouse er sason r maanche na& thele berie aaste chaichhe& ..mai er khaj ta oneek boro r fule uthechhe& .karon Sunil or vorosar ditiyo haat ta ma r buker thik tola die niechhe r dudh gulo k poorer dike thele dhorechhe& & ( R ekta boro dheu elo& ..kaka e Sunil ma k nie jorie ulte pore gelo djakka te& eche kore na ...

...swavabik vabe seta bolte paarbona.. kintu er fol ta holo ro marattok& . Ma ro voy peye gie nijer posak asak thik korar kotha eke bare vule gelo& r sabcheye boro jei bapar seta holo.. mar dori r moto hoe asa achol ta kadh theke sore gelo& .. dheu er jolt a sore jete ma jokhon uthedaralo.. tokhon ase pase snan korte thaka onekei dekhlam.. .. prochondo obaak hoe khudarto dristi te ma r dike takie ache& & . Ma r komoresaree ta r goja nei& ota sudhu saya r sathe lepte aatke ache& .saya ta onek niche neme esechhe& .etotai neme esechhe j ma r komorer pichon dike pacha r khaj taektu ektu dekha jachhe& .ma vaj vaj hoa pet& sugovir navi theke sotti chokh sorano jachilo na& .r ma r buker finfine patla kalo blouse ta nijer asttitter proyojoniyota hariechilo& ..karon& roder jhokjhoke alloy.. ma r buke sete jaoa blouse ta purotai transparent hoe gechhe& ma r khoyeri bota r tar charpaser khoyeri boloy ta diner alloy poriskar dekha jachilo& .ma jokhon jhuke jhuke uthe daranor chesta korchilo tokhon ogulo dulchilo& & kaka r Sunil nekre rmoton chokh kore ogulor dike takie chio& & ma taratari parer dike uthe aaste chailo.. kintu Sunil er khudarto lalosa ei suborno sujog haralo na& Sunil mar tene pichoner dike nie gelo& .abar govir joler dike& .ma r tokhon hot kore kheyal holo amar kotha& . Amar khoje edik odik dekha suru korlo& .ami kachakachi gie bollam.. ki holo eto olpei voy paoar ki ache& jaona.. kaka rSunil kaku to achei..ora thik dhore thakbe& .asole chokher saamne amar etodin kar fantasy k sotti hotedekhar sokh amio charte chaichilam na& amio jete utsahodeoay ma r protirodher ses badh tukuo venge gelo& ma r urdhango tokhon nagno i bola jay& ..Sunil r kaka jotha riti ma k snan koranor name ma r sarir choya r khela suru kore diechhe& kaka dekhlam ekhon ma rnavi r opor monojogdiechhe..kintu kaka ekta lokho jemon ma r peter chorbi take ghata temni onno ekta saytani okora suru korehhe dekhlam.. ami abar oder pichu nilam& .. kaka jeno ma k Sunil er voger jonnoprostut kore dichhe& .chit phota uchhisti ja pachhe setake kaje laganorchesta korchhe& .kaka jete suru korlo seta holoma saree r jetuku saya r sathe legechilo setake ma r ajanty ek bare khule fela& ebong kichukhoner modhyei ma r saree ta beoarish vabe jole vaste dekhlam ami& .oder ei kaj kormo dekhe ase pase besh kichu lok o besh moja peye gelo& .ektu dure 4 5 joner ekta nonbengali samvoboto bihari mjahboyosi group snan korchilo.. tara ekhon eke bare ma r asepase ese gelo& jotota khaddo paoa jay& ami o oi vir tar kachakachi gie dekhar chesta korlam.. ma ba sunilba kaka keui amakekheyal korar moto mood e chilona& amake ora tokhono minor vabto& tai dekhleo patta deini kono..& .okhane gie ami mar dur obostha ta asole ter pelam& ma voye Sunil er pray gola jorie ache r kakuti minoti korchhe jeno o fire jay& kintu Sunil khalibolchhe samudre berate ese jodi snan tay ektu besikhon na kora hoy tahole r ki& & mamuhurmuhu dheu samlate samlate ekhono nijer kaporedike nojor dei ni& ami chomke dekhlam. Sunil sabar samnei ma jorie dhorar naam kore mar mai er opor haat rakhchhe& .bohhoy mangser porimaap korchilo& .rate bela chire khabar samay kotota paoa jabe& ..( Bihari der dol tar modhyeo dekhlam ma r sarir nie alochona hochhe..& .oder kotha sune mone holo j oraja bujhechhe ta holo ma oi dujoner karori bou noy& hoyto kono randi ba kono choritrohin bou& & .sutorang ora ei sujog ta harabe na r konovabe ma sayar dori ta khule die mosti nebe& & . Mak randi bolay amar prothome khub kosto holo& amar sadharon grihobadhu 50 bochorer majh boyosi ma k kina aaj k randi apobaadsunte hochhe& .kintuerokom manhandled hote dekhar sujog er lov tar o boro mone holo& ami chup roilam& & ..oder I ekjon unil er kachakachi gie bollo& ..Vabiji ko dikkat ho raha hain.. aap thik se use pakar nahi pa rahein hain& .. mujheunka haat dijie& .Sunil kichu bojhar agei ma r haat dhore tene oder goup er majh khane ene fello& & khabar pele ratar kukur gulo jemon jhapie pore temni vabe oi pach jon jhapie porlo ma r opor& randi r r ki somman& ..( Etokhon porichito haat gulo jekhane sekhane ghure beraleo ma r kichu mone hochilo na sei ekhon onek gulo oporichito haat er choya peye kemon jeno chomke uthlo& amar mone holo & ma ei prothom bar realizekorlo j ma r gae r kichui pray nei& komorer kache pray khule asa ektasaya r opore ekta sochho blouse chara& .. joler nichher haat gulo ma r stan take aakre aakre dhorchilo& .alpo samayer modhye jotota lute neoa jay.. r ekjon& ma r komorer sayar dori dhore tan marlo& ma duhaat namie taratari saya take pore jaoar haat theke bachalo& .kintu tate ma r buke unguarded hoe gelo& .ekjon bihari jar boyos pray 65 er kachakachi hobe& .pichon dik theke soja ekta haat dhukie dilo marblouser vitore r khub jore tepa surukorlo ekta mai k& .. etotai jore j ma chitkaar kore uthlo& .. Sunil etokhone baparta bujhe vir er modhyejhapie porlo& tarporSunil r kaka mile mak tene bar korlo oder kach theke& ..ma r gaer abosisto kapor tukur o dofarofa hoe geche& . Blouserbotam chire geche.. blouse ta ekhon ekta ki duto botam er opore lege ache& .ma jole modhyei dari saya ta bedhe nilo& .kaka valo manus her moto ekta gamcha nie elo& . Ma seta jorie bali te uthe elo& amio samay sujog bujhe chole elam& . Dekhlam& Sunil ma k pray jorie ache.. & rma Sunil er opor prochondo kritoggo.. emon vabe kotha bolchhe.. ami kache aastei ma chup koregelo& .ami jiges korla ki bapar hoechilo go& ma bollo kichuna baba..oi lok gulor sathe jhogra hoechilo& Sunil ...

kakumitie diechhe& & ami archokhe dekhlam kaka r Sunil er chokhe sei saytani hasi jeta jole namarage dekhechilam& & & Sunilma r sarir swad nie niechhe.. r seta ok ro khudarto kore tulechhe.. amar saral ma& .. Sunil keivogoban vebechhe& .ma to janena.. ei sunil snan korar ochilay ma r sarirer med mansho chorbi r opor nokher daag die bole rekhechhe eta or hote cholechhe& r seta aajkei hobe& ..seta oder habvab dekhe ami besh bujhte paarchilam& ..aajke ratei ora amar oti sadharon sarol grihobodhu ma r sarbonash korbe& & ..amar kachhe protitamuhurto jeno ek ekta ghonta mone hochilo& ami raat erjonno wait korchilam& ..( Ma okhanei rakha extra ekta saree porenilo.. amra hotel e fire gelam& & & ( Golper baki r mone hoy ses part ta bolbo& & aj somoy nai pore ak din bolbo...