Pichla bhaag padhe:- Meri mom meri teacher
Sex Story ab aage-
Next day subah mumma ne mujhe uthaya. Unki awaaz mein wahi soft command thi jo hamesha mujhe andar se hilati hai.
Jaldi utho Haris… uniform ready hai. Main khaana bana rahi hu.
Main uth gaya, naha ke taiyaar hua. Bathroom se nikalte waqt mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Kitchen mein gaya to mumma nahi thi. Awaaz di koi jawab nahi aaya. Unke room ka door band tha lekin lock nahi. Main aahista se andar gaya.
Wahan…
Mumma bilkul nangi thi. Sirf black flats pehne hue thi aur unki right ankle pe golden anklet, baaki kuch nahi. Unki body bilkul fit aur soft thi full breasts, flat stomach, smooth thighs. Wo baal sukha rahi thi, mirror ke saamne khadi, apne baalon ko ungliyon se chalate hue.
Meri aankhon ne unke nipples, unki kamar ki line, unke hips… sab kuch absorb kar liya. Mera dick instantly hard ho gaya, pant tight ho gayi. Unhone mujhe dekha to halki si muskurahat ke sath apna dupatta uthaya, lekin aahista se. Jaise jaan-bujh ke thoda aur dikha raha ho.
“Besharam… Baahar jao. Main bus aa rahi hu.”
Main wapas apne room mein aa gaya. Darwaza band karke bed pe let gaya aur scene dobara sochne laga. Unki nangi body anklet, unke wet baal jo unke shoulders se neeche the. Mera hath apne hard dick pe chala gaya. 3-4 minute mein hi mumma ki awaaz aayi, “Kahan gaye? Aa jao jaldi.”
Main kitchen mein gaya. Unhone black sheer sleeves wali kameez pehni thi, neeche black salwar. Wired bra clearly dikh rahi thi. Gale mein chain, right ankle pe wahi anklet aur wahi black flats. Left shoulder pe dupatta. Unke body ka shape us tight kameez se aur zyada clear ho raha tha. Main dekhte-dekhte khaana khaa raha tha. Dick abhi bhi half hard tha
College pahunche. Class mein Ibrahim pehle se baitha tha. Normal baat ki. Fir mumma ki class ka time aaya. Sab boys excited the. Mumma enter hui to sab ne “Good morning ma’am” kaha. Ibrahim to unki taraf se aankhen nahi hatta raha tha. Unhone lesson start kiya.
Ibrahim ne mere kaan mein kaha, “Haris… black mein to wo bilkul hot lag rahi hai mam. Anklet dekh… fuck.”
Mama ne hamari taraf dekha, aage aayi. Ibrahim se kaha, “Stand up. Reading continue karo jahan se main padha rahi thi.”
Ibrahim ne bahana banaya, “Sorry ma’am, Haris se page pooch raha tha.”
Mama ne aahista se uske sar pe book maari, “Topic note kiya? Class mein dimag lagao.” Fir walk karti hui padhane lagi. Unke hips ka soft movement unke paon mein anklet sheer sleeves se dikhte hue arms. Sab kuch mera focus tod raha tha.
Period ke end mein mumma mere aage waale desk pe aake baith gayi. Paon bench pe rakh diye, legs thodi si open. Main shock mein dekh raha tha. Ibrahim bilkul unki legs ke sath baitha tha. Uski pants ke upar se clearly dikh raha tha ki wo hard tha aur daba raha hai
Ibrahim ne poocha, “Ma’am aapne pehle bhi kahin teaching ki hai?”
“Nahi… ye pehla college hai.”
Ibrahim ne kaha, “Teaching karke kaisa laga aapko?”
Mumma ne soft smile ke sath kaha, “Bahut acha. Expect nahi tha itna thak jaungi. Lekin ghar mein bore rehne se behtar hai.”
Period khatam hua. Mumma 2 minute aise hi baithi rahi, fir uth ke chali gayi. Jaate hi Ibrahim boldly us desk aur bench ke paas gaya jahan unhone paon rakhe the air baithi thi. Usne wahan smell kiya. Fir usi jagah baith gaya aur kaha, “I wish meri god mein apne paon rakhe ma’am…”
Mujhe bahut ajeeb aur hot laga. Main bhi baahar nikal gaya.
Break ke baad 7th period mein maine window se dekha mumma usi male teacher ke sath (jo staff room mein unke sath the) corridor se guzar rahi thi.
Wo college ki back side ki taraf jaa rahi thi. Wahan mostly khali rehta hai, principal ka ghar hone ki wajah se. Maine sir se washroom ka bahana kiya aur usi corridor se hota hua back side gaya. Hall se thoda sa baahar nikal ke dekha.
Mumma bench pe baithi thi, legs cross kiye, flats utaar ke. Sir ka left hath unki thighs pe tha. Dupatta bench pe pada tha. Dono hass-hass ke baat kar rahe the. Sir ka hath unki thigh pe move ho raha tha. Mumma ne uska hath nahi hataya. Main wapas aa gaya.
Class mein dimag bilkul nahi lag raha tha. Time guzra, ghar aaye. mumma ka behaviour bilkul normal tha. Hamne khaana khaaya. Khaana khaane ke baad mumma ne kaha, “Main rest kar leti hu,” aur apne room mein chali gayi. Main bhi apne room mein aa gaya.
Sab sochne laga. Subah ki nangi body. Class mein unka sheer look. Ibrahim ka hard hona. Pichle ground ne sir ka hath unki thighs pe. Sab kuch mix ho raha tha. Main unke room mein gaya. Wo so chuki thi. Unka phone charging se utara aur apne room mein le aaya. Fir WhatsApp khola.
Sir ka number save tha. Chat kholi to hairan reh gaya. 2 din se continuously chat kar rahe the. Raat ki chat mein sir ne request ki thi, “Aaj black suit pehan ke aana. Wahi jo aapko bahut suit karta hai.” Mumma ne wahi pehna tha. Fir usne pictures maangi. Mumma ne jeans t-shirt wali pics bheji thi jisme wo bahut hot dikh rahi thi.
Tight jeans, deep neck t-shirt, thoda cleavage. Gallery mein background pics thi jisme dono sath the. Sir ka hath unki waist ke upar tha. Main ye sab dekhte-dekhte control nahi kar paaya. Pants kholi, apna hard dick nikaal ke hath mein liya.
Unki nangi body yaad ki. Class mein unki legs. Sir ka hath unki thighs pe. Ibrahim ka comment. Sab sochte hue tez-tez hilane laga. Thodi der mein cum nikal gaya. Phone dobara charging pe laga diya aur so gaya.
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