Update 01
Lust is a poison which when enters in our mind, paralyses it and resets in a state where we lose our ability to analyze what is ethical and what is unethical. As the effect of this poison increases our physical desires over powers the capacity of our mind to judge between right or wrong, good or bad, to do or not to do. The only thing which sustains is either the desire for flesh or the quest for fulfilling the hidden fantasies. This majorly happens at the age when we get acquainted to the world of sex and we need something more than just watching porn movies and reading porn stories; though they the biggest inspirations.
Everyone undergoes the similar situation where the internal pressure of one’s desire and one’s own personal fantasies grows up to an extent that it bursts out compelling us to take world’s deadliest risks in order to live them in reality. Some of us are able to suppress these but some become so spell bound that they decide to live it. They are the one whom we generally call perverts, lechers, and by many other names. I am one of those.
Sameer Rajvir Arora, a Punjabi guy from a well to do family based in South Delhi. I am 5’ 10” with athletic built. I have got many compliments about my looks but I think I have just above average looks ( like most Punjabi guys). My family consists of Father, Mother and my younger sister Avantika. My father Mr Rajvir Ratan Arora is into construction business and is a government contractor too. He has dashing personality even at the age of 52. I have seen his photographs when he was young and believe me he had personality which can make every girl go weak in her knees. Charming personality multiplied by wealth equals sexy life partner. This universally true equation applied well to my father and he got married to Ms Shrinija Banerjee ( Now Mrs Shrinija Ratan Arora), a Bengali damsel. My Mom. From her looks I can say that she must have been a teaser of the town . Standing 5’ 6” she is “tall” according to the average height of Indian girls. Her complexion is not very fair but fair. Just that “right fair” complexion which looks very sexy. I don’t know her exact measurement but at the age of 44, she is voluptuous. Her body can give a hardon even to a dead-man. Her boobs are huge, still erect and round in shape.
As I said I don’t know the exact measurement but I guess they are no less than 38. This I can make out when she wears tight fitting clothes like tight blouse, Tight Salwar Suits or fitting T shirts. I guess there are very little dresses available in market which are not tight at her breasts. Whatever she wears makes her boobs look even bigger and one can guess their shape even if he looks at her for a second. They are perfectly round. But the thing which allures me the most is her big round ass. Ohh boy, I cant explain how it looks like. A perfect piece of meat which every guy desires. Big, round and protruding outward. I guess its no less than 38. Now you know how a Bengali ass looks like. Imagine all famous Bengali asses Sushmita Sen, Lara Dutta, Riya Sen, Rimmi Sen and then imagine how it would look like when it has been broadened further by constant ass fuck. Now you all must be thinking how do I know my mom has been fucked in ass. Two reasons, first, only a frequent ass fuck can turn a lady’s ass this beautiful as my mom had and second a Punjabi man cannot stay live without fucking the ass of his wife. These two facts assure me that my mom is ass fucked. She has lots of ASSperiance of anal sex.
She is working as a vice president (operations) with a very renowned BPO. When she dresses up in corporate get up she becomes a goddess of sex. Pure fuckable MILF. It looks like Her big breasts are desperate to break the buttons of her shirt and poke out to show how beautiful they are and that ass protrudes out so much from that sheer cotton fabric mid-length skirt that I wonder how people curb their desire to squeeze that ass when her own son finds it extremely difficult to do so. To add to the teaser look of hers, her panty line is clearly visible through her sheer fabric. I don’t know my mom does it purposely or not but what matters to me is that she looks a real sex bomb, a real teaser. Her every step makes her ass sway in such a fashion like its nodding in “yes” for the desire of hard cocks to fuck her deep down there. Then comes her thighs. Thick round and fairer than the complexion of her face. She takes all the care to keep herself well waxed and this made her thighs shine like mirror. I am in awe of my mom’s thighs. I never miss a chance to drop her to her car when she goes to her office. This I do not just because I love her, its because when she sits in her car, her skirt rises up a little more and I could see more of those thunder lickable thighs.
The forth member in my family is my younger sister Avantika. She is a student of fashion designing at one of the premier fashion institutes of the country. I know you people are least interested in what she does rather you are more eager to know how she looks like. Ok so here I go. She is one of those hottest chicks in the town. She is a Punjabi-bengali breed. Punjabi girls are known for their killer figure and Bengali girls are known for their killer looks. Now she is a combination of both. She has inherited her looks from my mom I guess. At the age of 19, She stands 5’ 7” with fair complexion. Hair fall till her mid back. Her hair are naturally straight and little brownish and she keeps experimenting with her hair styles very often. Brown eyes which are always underlined by thick kajal. Thin shapely nose on which she wears a gold nose ring on the left side. Her lips are naturally pink and shaped in such a way that it seems they are made to suck. I have read somewhere that the shape of girl’s lips says a lot about the shape of her pussy.
This fact makes me look at her lips whenever possible with my creative mind busy drawing the face of her pussy. Not just looks, I guess she has inherited the body structure from my mom. Her boobs are perfectly round and big enough to ooze out the precum of a guy just by a single stare. She always use to wear body hugging clothes like tight tops, haulters, spaghettis and tight kurtis which makes her boobs look like two pigeons struggling to break the cage and fly. Oh I have seen her bra many a times in the bathroom and I know she has 34 size boobs though I am not sure of the cup size. She has deep belly and thin waist. Where her waist ends, my heaven starts. Its her ass. My own sisters sexy ass. Its round and protrudes outside. Size I guess will be no less than 35-36. I can say that because she wears M size panties.
Avantika likes wearing western clothes. She looks hot in whatever she wears but what made her look hottest was that cotton flared mini skirt collection she has which she wears very often. Black, white, blue...she has all. She is in a fashion college so wearing trendy dresses never came as a problem. Dad is always too busy in his business to look what her daughter is wearing and mom has nothing to do with her daughter’s dressing business. Infact she always encourages my sister to look trendy. When she wears those flared mini skirts I never misse a chance to stare at her. She has long legs, completely waxed with firm calves and thighs so chikni, so white, so fleshy that no one on this planet can stop the bulge growing above the flys. The skirt ends just 4 inches below her ass which gave ample amount of view of her thunder thighs and sexy legs.
I am sure she has a long queue of admirers who can pay any cost to fuck her. I have been with her to malls and markets and even when she is wearing simple jeans and top, guys cant stop staring at her. Some dogs like me never miss a chance to comment dirty on her. “ Saali kya totta hai”, Kasam se ek baar mil jaye to kutiya bana du ise” “Saali ki gaand dekh” “Saali k chuche dekh” “ Chinaal hai saali randi” were some of the comments which I come across most commonly. She avoids wearing skirts when she goes to a public place where there is uncontrolled crowed because somewhere she knows that she looks very sexy and very arousing in them. When wearing a jeans arouses people so much that they pass those dirty comments on her then they will surely bang her in the public if she goes out in public in such sexy dresses showing the sexiest curves of her body.
Folks, today I really don’t feel ashamed to give that description of my mom and my sister publically. Infact it was in my mind since a long time to share my experience with you people. It gives me immense ecstasy, extreme enjoyment and a special feeling to share my family with people. Two years back, when I was 19 year old, even an big negative words about any of my family members put me on fire. I once broke the nose of one boy who used to study in my sister’s class. His only fault was that he called my sister by “Abe sun”. I respected my mother like goddess and loved my sister with that pure brotherly love. This story is all about how my goddess mom changed to sex goddess and my brotherly love for my sister changed to un curable lust. This story is all about passion, its all about taking risks, its all about fulfilling my fantasies and its all about my conversion from a loving family guy to a dirty incestuous.
CHAPTER-I
My introduction to the sexual world.
I was in **th standard at Modern college when one of my classmates, Imran became my friend. He was 2 year elder to me and he failed in the same class two times in a row. He came from a crude background and his activities revealed it all. Teachers hated him for his weakness in studies and notorious nature. He was a very funny guy though and may be this was the reason I enjoyed his company. I was good at studies so my class teacher made me to sit with him to help him out in his studies. The poor class teacher expected that I ll change him and make him like me but what happened was the other way round. He was older than me and so his knowledge about sex was more. He talked to me about girls and I loved it. At that time I was stepping into puberty and the interest in opposite sex was natural. My female classmates who were just like any other “male friend” in my class few years back were no more the same.
Now my mind started differentiated between boy and girl. My eyes were same but the way I looked now was different. Even the girls in my class were not the same as they used to be before. Like me, they were also stepping into puberty and this change was visible in their body and in their behaviour. The flat chest now started developing round, eyes filled with sparkle of youth, hips started to protrude out and thighs started becoming firm and fleshy. Few girls started applying little makeup like kajal, lip gloss etc to enhance their looks. People who know about Modern college must be aware of the college uniform. A greyish blue shirt and a flared grey skirt for girls. The length of the skirt is 3-4 inches above the knee. This gives an ample amount of view of their sexy thighs. Few notorious girls even dare to keep the length of their skirt a bit higher to tease other guys.
Imran used to talk to me about girls about their body and about his desires. Initially I did not show much interest in his talks but sex topic is known as Achilies Ankle for a teen age person. The more it is hidden, the more one takes interest in knowing everything. I could not resist Imran’s talk for a longer time and soon I started talking interest in his talks. We started with mild conversation and reached to dirty talks very soon. I seriously started enjoying his company. Though we eyed every girl of our class but a girl by the name Devika was the one who was the topic of our dirty discussion most of the time. She was the hottest girl of our class. She was not very tall but had sexy body. At that time I was un aware of the terms Vital Stats, figure and all that but what I can tell is that even at the age of ** she had a well grown body. Infact she was the most mature looking girl of our class. Her eyes always sparkled with youth naughtiness. She was the one in our class with the smallest skirt inspite of having the most voluptuous figure. Her skirt ended 5 inches above her knee. Imran used to lust her like a dog. One fine day as soon as I entered my class I saw Imran sitting at the corner back seat. He looked at me and yelled
Imran- “Abe Sameer, saale kahan that u, itna time kyu laga diya”
Me- “ Kuch nahi yaar, subah der se utha. Mom ne bhi suna diya subah subah”
Imran-“ Achcha ye sab chhod, ab jo mai tujhe batane waala hu wo sun kar tera tu pagal ho jayega”
Me- “Aisa kya hai saale”
Imran- “Abe aaj maine devika ki chaddi dekhi”...ufff saale kasam uski kale rang ki chaddi dekh kar pagal ho gaya mai”
As Imran said those words, I don’t know why I stared feeling a bulge under my pants. My heart started beating fast and my eyes became wide. In a fraction of second my creative mind started making the whole picture. Sexiest girl of my class wearing a black coloured panty between those sexy creamy hairless thunder thighs. I could feel my heart pounding and the bulge increasing. Imran noticed the bulge under my trouser. He smiled and looked at me.
Imran- “Abe saale teri bhi khadi ho gayi?” He said with a grin
Me- “Kya? Kaun khadi ho gayi”
Imran- “Abe teri nunni. Dekh saale neeche dekh” He pointed at my crotch.
I looked down and smiled sheepishly. “arey haan yaar, ye kya ho raha hai. Mujhe gudgudi si ho rahi hai” I said with a surprise. There were lot many questions in my eyes.
“Bhosadi k, teri gaand kyu fat rahi hai. Kuch unhoni nahi ho gayi. Ye to hota hi hai –Imran said and started laughing.
“Abe yaar ye saala aksar ho jaata hai. Ghar par jab TV par actor actress ko chumma chaati karte dekhta hu tab bhi ho jata hai aisa. Par ye hai kya. Tu saale le mat meri aur bata.”- I said with a bit anger.
I was really unaware of what was happening to me. Though I used to talk about girls, I was totaly unaware of sex. Even I did not knew the meaning of the abuses like madarchod, behanchod bhosadi k etc. I abused just because I thought it makes you sound cool and ofcourse Imran was the teacher.
“Abe saale, tu bachcha hi rahega kya. Horlicks peena shuru kar de behanchod. Dekh beta aisa hota hai ki jab koi sexy scene hum dekhte hain ya kisi sexy laundiya ko dekhte hain to nunni khadi ho jaati hai. Aur maa k laude ab ye nunni nahi reh gayi, ab ye lund ho gaya hai. Bada ho gaya hai tu madarchod” – Imran said
Me- “Lund?
Imran- “Haan lund. Jab nunni ki size badi ho jaye aur wo aise khadi hone lage to uska naam change ho jaata hai. Ab ye nunni nahi lund ho gaya hai.”
It was not like I never heard this word before. I was quite acquainted with this word as it was a routine to hear this word all around. My seniors, shop keepers, bur drivers, rickshaw walas almost from hundreds of mouth I had heard this word but it was today I got to know what it meant. It was then I realized how filthy “behan ke lund and maa ke lnd means”. I was standing with wide eyes and open mouth, mind filled with mixed feelings and numerous thoughts. Imran’s words brought me back to conscious.
“Abe kya soch raha hai. Tuhe itni achchi khaba di hai kuch puchega nahi”- Said Imran
I got back to the topic of the day. Again the same image of Devika flashed in front of my mind.
“Are you serious?” This was all I could ask.
“Haan saale. Aur kya sbah subah pee kar thode hi aaya hun. “ – said Imran
“kaise dekha. Matlab kya dekha ...bata na saale”- I said. Anyone could have sensed the excitement in my voice.
“Arey tujhe to pata hai Devika, Yashi, Ananya aur Purvi chaaro ek saath aati hain aur college jaldi pahunch jaati hain”
“Hmm”- I said
“Aaj mai bhi jaldi pahunch gaya tha college to apne juniors k saath playground chala gaya basketball khelne. Wahan par ye chaaro aur 3 aur ladkiyan aapas me kho kho khel rahi thi. Inhone apne shoes utaar rakhe the. Jab warning bell ho gayi aur mai wapas aane laga to maine dekha ki Devika seediyon par baith kar apke shoes pehan rahi hai. Saali ne apni ek taang uthai shoe daalne k liye aur saali ki chaddi saaf saaf dikh gayi mujhe. Saale mera kya haal hua ye mai hi jaanta hu. Mera lund aisa khada hua saali ki chaddi dekh kar ki abhi tak nahi baitha.”
Mai Imraan ki baat dhyaan se sun raha tha aur eke k scene apne dimaag me bana raha tha. Maine fir se mehsus kiya ki meri nunni oh sorry mera LUND khada ho gaya hai. Mujhe aisa aihsaas pehle kabhi nai hua tha. Na jaane kab mera haath apne aap hi mere lund par chala gaya.
“Abe bhosadi k tera to buri tarah khada ho raha hai’- Imraan ne hanste hue kaha
“Imran yaar, mujhe bhi dekhna hai”- I said with a gulp.
“Kya dekhna hai”- Imran said with a raised eyebrow.
“Devika ki chaddi. Mujhe Devika ki chaddi dekhni hai” I said. There was something which was burning inside me.
“Yaar dekhni to mujhe bhi hai. Aaj to class me hi muth marunga ise dekh kar”- Imran said looking at Devika who was entering into the class. “Dekh saali kya lag rahi hai”
Mai peeche ghuma aur Devika ko dekha. Pehle uska chehra dekha fir us jagah dekha jahan usne panty pehni thi. Aaj mujhe wo pehle se bhi zada sexy lag rahi thi. Usey dekhte hi mera lund khada ho gaya ye soch kar ki aaj isne kale rang ki chaddi pehni hai aur mai wo dekhne waala hu.
“Imran kuch kar saale, mujhe aaj iski chaddi dekhni hi dekhni hai ar saale ye muth kya hoti hai” I said with trembling voice. I was burning with something. Shayad isi ko lust kehte hain.
“Abe muth matlab...aaan...” he paused and said with a little irritation-“ baad me bataunga pehle Ruk kuch sochta hu ki iski chaddi kaise dekhi jaye” He paused for a minute and then said – “Aa gaya idea”
“Kya” I almost shouted.
“Batata hu. Pehle ye bata aaj drawing ki class hai na” Imran said
“Ha hai but ussey kya matlab” I was confused
“Abe tu dekhta ja. Aaj tera bhai tujhe Devika ki chaddi dikhayega. Is saali ki ye chhoti skirt aaj iski chaddi ke darshan karayegi hume. Drawing class ka wait kar.” Imran said.
Hum last row me sabse peeche waali seat par baithe the aur Devika humare saath wali row me second last seat par. Meri seat se uski taange saaf saaf dikh rahi thi. Uske gore gore calf mujhe pagal kar rahe the. Drawing ka period third hota tha aur mai sirf usi ka wait kar raha tha. Pehle do period mai sirf devika ki taange dekhta raha aur uski wo kaali panty imagine karta raha. Us din k pehle maine itna usey kabhi notice nahi kiya tha.
Khair wo waqt aa hi gaya. Jaise hi third period k liye bell baji maine Imran ki taraf dekha. Wo Devika ko hi dekh raha tha. Jaise hi maine uski taraf dekha usne dheere se kaha “Abe dhar dekh saale” Usne Devika ki taraf ishaara kiya. Class over ho gayi thi aur Devika ne water bottle nikali aur paani piya. Bottle ka cap uske haath sse chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya aur thoda aage chala gaya. Wo uthi aur jhuk kar cap uthane lagi. Uske jhkne ki wajah se uski chhoti skirt aur upar uth gayi aur uske 3/4th thighs visible ho gaye. Mai aisa drishya dekh kar pagal ho gaya. Wo jhuki hui, uski skirt uthi hui aur skirt k neeche se jhaankte hui uski gori chikni maansal jhanghe. Uff aisa laga mai pagal ho jaunga.
I looked at Imran, he looked at me. Shayad ye nazara dekh kar wo Devika ki chaddi dusri baar dekhne ke liye utna hi pagal ho raha tha jitna mai pehli baar dekhne ke liye.
“Kuch kar saale. Aaj mujhe iski chaddi dikha de. Tu jo bole mai karnga. Please mujhe is saali ki chaddi dikha de.” I was almost pleading.
In the mean time our drawing teacher came and asked us to take out color pencils and drawing sheets. Maine jaise hi bag k button kholne k liye haath badaya Imran ne mere haath pakad liye aur bola “Ruk mat nikaal. Ye samajh le tu aaj colors laya hi nahi”
“Arey mam will scold me yaar. Usne last time hi kaha tha ki sabko color pencils lane hain, aur tu aisa bol kyu raha hai”- I said with surprise.
“Saale ya to Devika ki chaddi dekh key a to thodi si daant kha le”- Imran thoda chidd kar bola.
“Kya matlab??” I said
“Dekh mam puche to bol dena tu color pencils nahi laya bas. Baki mai dekh lunga.
In the mean time class k sab students ne color pencils drawing sheets n all nikaal liye aur mam ne sabko projector screen par bani scenery banana ko bola. Imran aur mai chupchaap baithe rahe. Kariban 10 minute baad mam ne hume notice kara ki hum kuch nahi kar rahe. Unhone almost chillate hue kaha.
“Imran and Sameer why are you both sitting idle. Do what I said.”
I looked at her but before I could say something Imran said- “Mam we both forgot to bring color pencils.
“What?” She almost screamed. I told you ten times in the previous class t bring yor color pencils and drawing sheets. You will be graded on this assignment. “
“I am extremely sorry Mam” Imran said
“And Sameer you too? It is very well expected from Imran but how could you be so careless? Fail hona hai kya? Mam was shouting. I felt ashamed as everyone was looking at us. I was seriously abusing Imran in my mind.
“Chalo now don’t waste your time. Borrow color pencils from someone and start working. You have already wasted 15 mintes.” Mam said
Imran ne jaisi hi ye suna uski aankhe chamak gayi. Usne dheere se mere kaan me kaha “Ab uth aur Devika se color pencil maang. Mai maangunga to degi nahi saali”
Mai usey dekhne laga. Wo bola “Ab aise dekh mat aur jo bola kar nahi to wo nahi dekh payega jo dekhna chhata hai”
Meri aankho se saamne fir se Devika ki chaddi ban gayi. Mai chupchap utha aur devika ki desk par gaya, Imran mere peeche aa gaya. Mai Devika ki desk tak aaya aur bola “ Devika could you please give me your color pencils?
Devika was an easygoing girl and she was helpful too. She looked at me and with a smile she said “ ya take it, in the meantime ill draw the outlines.” As she said so, Imran took the color pencil set in his hand and slowly moved his hand back without notifying Devika that he took it. As he took he intentionally dropped the pencils. Tick tick tick tick...all the pencils fell under the desk on which Devika was sitting.
Devika ne upar dekha “ What the hell yaar”
“Oh Devika My Bad, I just hit his hand by mistake” Said Imran
Devika gave a dirty look at Imran and said- “Chalo koi nahi...ab uthao ise” and again put her head down and continued her drawing. She liked drawing a lot and very soon got lost in whatever she was doing. She had the habbit of getting fully into the things which she liked and she did i with full concentration. One more habit she had. When she fully concentrated on something she unconsciously moved her legs closer and farther.
Imran bent down and pulled me asking me to help him. I was still unaware of his intention and was thinking that the pencils fell accidently but Imran had other plans. Jaise hi mai baiha usne dheere se mere se kaha..”Udhar dekh” Uska ishara Devika ki thighs ki taraf tha. Jaise hi mai peeche muda meri aankhe khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Devika unconsciously apne pair hila rahi thi aur uski chhoti skirt uske baithne ki wajah se aur upar ho gayi thi. Jaise hi wo tango ko door le jaati waise hi uski kaali chaddi dikh jaati. Mai Imran ka poora plan samajh gaya aur man hi man uske intelligence ki daad di. Devika ki kale rang ki chaddi ab meri aankho se kuch 1 feet ki doori par thi. Mera lund khada ho gaya. Uski doodhiya jhaango k beech unki kaali chaddi aisi lag rahi thi jaise nazar ka teeka ho. Maine dekha ki uski jaangho par bahut ander ek til bhi tha. Mere hont such gaye the aur mera lnd buri tarah khada ho gaya tha. Mai bas dekhe hi jaa raha tha uski khulti band hoti jhaango ko aur uski kaali chaddi ko.
“ Arey get this fast Sameer, jaldi karo mujhe bhi kaam hai” Achanak se devika ki awaaz ne mujhe chaunka diya.
“Han han” maine bola aur jaldi se pencils collect kari aur khada ho gaya. Imran ab tak uski taange dekh raha tha. Hum dono apni seat par aa gaye. Mera lund buri tarah khada tha aur yahi haal Imran ka bhi tha. Mai kuch nahi bola aura a kar apni seat par baitha.
“Kyu kaisa laga nazara” Imran said. Uska haath uske lund par tha aur wo ab bhi peeche se Devika ki taange dekh raha tha.
“Yaar ye kya dikha diya. I just cant believe” I said. Mera bhi haath apne lund par tha.
“Aur maza chahiye” Imran said
“Haan kaise?” I said
“Apne haath se apna lund pakad ar uski chamdi aage peehe kar- Imran said with burning face.
“abe pagal ho gaya hai kya? Mam dekh legi. Ye kya kara raha hai” I said with disbelief
“Abe agar maza chahiye to jo bol raha hun kar. Dekh-he pointed at his cock- “aise kar. Hum peeche baithe hain koi nahi dekhega. Aur aisa karte karte is saali Devika ki taange dekhta reh.
Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha but mai pata nahi kyu Imran ki baat maan na chahata tha. Uske us chaddi dikhane wale kaam ne uski ek alag si image bana di thi mere aage. Maine apna lund pant k upar se hi ungliyon ke beech pakda aur uski chamdi aage peeche karne laga. Mai lagataar Devika ki taange dekhe jar aha tha. Apne aap hi mere aage uski wo kaali chaddi, uska wo til aur uski wo gori dhudhiya jhaange aane lage. Meri chamdi aage peeche karne ki speed apne aap hi bad gayi. Uska wo chehra uski jhaange, Imran ki baatein, uska wo til aur uski wo kaali chaddi...mere dimaag me sab ek saath chal raha tha. 3-4 minute baad hi mera sharer jhatke dene laga aur meri raftaar tez ho gayi. Achanak se aisa laga jaise badal fata ho, andhera ho gaya ho. Ek zor ka jhatka laga aur aisa laga jaise kuch pighal kar meri jhaango par gira kuch garam sa kuch ghaada sa. Meri aankhe madhoshi me band hone lagi ar mere mu se sheere se ssssssssssssssss...aisi awaaz nikli. Shareer me 2-3 jhatke aaye aur mai bench par let gaya.
Imran abhi bhi hila raha tha fir achanak se uske saath bhi waisa hi kuch hua. Saari awaaze jaise band thi..saara mahol jaise khamosh tha. Sirf ek mai tha aur mera ye naya aihsaas tha. Meri tandra Imran ne todi.
“Bete Sameer, aaj teri nunni lund ban gayi” He was smiling
Everyone undergoes the similar situation where the internal pressure of one’s desire and one’s own personal fantasies grows up to an extent that it bursts out compelling us to take world’s deadliest risks in order to live them in reality. Some of us are able to suppress these but some become so spell bound that they decide to live it. They are the one whom we generally call perverts, lechers, and by many other names. I am one of those.
Sameer Rajvir Arora, a Punjabi guy from a well to do family based in South Delhi. I am 5’ 10” with athletic built. I have got many compliments about my looks but I think I have just above average looks ( like most Punjabi guys). My family consists of Father, Mother and my younger sister Avantika. My father Mr Rajvir Ratan Arora is into construction business and is a government contractor too. He has dashing personality even at the age of 52. I have seen his photographs when he was young and believe me he had personality which can make every girl go weak in her knees. Charming personality multiplied by wealth equals sexy life partner. This universally true equation applied well to my father and he got married to Ms Shrinija Banerjee ( Now Mrs Shrinija Ratan Arora), a Bengali damsel. My Mom. From her looks I can say that she must have been a teaser of the town . Standing 5’ 6” she is “tall” according to the average height of Indian girls. Her complexion is not very fair but fair. Just that “right fair” complexion which looks very sexy. I don’t know her exact measurement but at the age of 44, she is voluptuous. Her body can give a hardon even to a dead-man. Her boobs are huge, still erect and round in shape.
As I said I don’t know the exact measurement but I guess they are no less than 38. This I can make out when she wears tight fitting clothes like tight blouse, Tight Salwar Suits or fitting T shirts. I guess there are very little dresses available in market which are not tight at her breasts. Whatever she wears makes her boobs look even bigger and one can guess their shape even if he looks at her for a second. They are perfectly round. But the thing which allures me the most is her big round ass. Ohh boy, I cant explain how it looks like. A perfect piece of meat which every guy desires. Big, round and protruding outward. I guess its no less than 38. Now you know how a Bengali ass looks like. Imagine all famous Bengali asses Sushmita Sen, Lara Dutta, Riya Sen, Rimmi Sen and then imagine how it would look like when it has been broadened further by constant ass fuck. Now you all must be thinking how do I know my mom has been fucked in ass. Two reasons, first, only a frequent ass fuck can turn a lady’s ass this beautiful as my mom had and second a Punjabi man cannot stay live without fucking the ass of his wife. These two facts assure me that my mom is ass fucked. She has lots of ASSperiance of anal sex.
She is working as a vice president (operations) with a very renowned BPO. When she dresses up in corporate get up she becomes a goddess of sex. Pure fuckable MILF. It looks like Her big breasts are desperate to break the buttons of her shirt and poke out to show how beautiful they are and that ass protrudes out so much from that sheer cotton fabric mid-length skirt that I wonder how people curb their desire to squeeze that ass when her own son finds it extremely difficult to do so. To add to the teaser look of hers, her panty line is clearly visible through her sheer fabric. I don’t know my mom does it purposely or not but what matters to me is that she looks a real sex bomb, a real teaser. Her every step makes her ass sway in such a fashion like its nodding in “yes” for the desire of hard cocks to fuck her deep down there. Then comes her thighs. Thick round and fairer than the complexion of her face. She takes all the care to keep herself well waxed and this made her thighs shine like mirror. I am in awe of my mom’s thighs. I never miss a chance to drop her to her car when she goes to her office. This I do not just because I love her, its because when she sits in her car, her skirt rises up a little more and I could see more of those thunder lickable thighs.
The forth member in my family is my younger sister Avantika. She is a student of fashion designing at one of the premier fashion institutes of the country. I know you people are least interested in what she does rather you are more eager to know how she looks like. Ok so here I go. She is one of those hottest chicks in the town. She is a Punjabi-bengali breed. Punjabi girls are known for their killer figure and Bengali girls are known for their killer looks. Now she is a combination of both. She has inherited her looks from my mom I guess. At the age of 19, She stands 5’ 7” with fair complexion. Hair fall till her mid back. Her hair are naturally straight and little brownish and she keeps experimenting with her hair styles very often. Brown eyes which are always underlined by thick kajal. Thin shapely nose on which she wears a gold nose ring on the left side. Her lips are naturally pink and shaped in such a way that it seems they are made to suck. I have read somewhere that the shape of girl’s lips says a lot about the shape of her pussy.
This fact makes me look at her lips whenever possible with my creative mind busy drawing the face of her pussy. Not just looks, I guess she has inherited the body structure from my mom. Her boobs are perfectly round and big enough to ooze out the precum of a guy just by a single stare. She always use to wear body hugging clothes like tight tops, haulters, spaghettis and tight kurtis which makes her boobs look like two pigeons struggling to break the cage and fly. Oh I have seen her bra many a times in the bathroom and I know she has 34 size boobs though I am not sure of the cup size. She has deep belly and thin waist. Where her waist ends, my heaven starts. Its her ass. My own sisters sexy ass. Its round and protrudes outside. Size I guess will be no less than 35-36. I can say that because she wears M size panties.
Avantika likes wearing western clothes. She looks hot in whatever she wears but what made her look hottest was that cotton flared mini skirt collection she has which she wears very often. Black, white, blue...she has all. She is in a fashion college so wearing trendy dresses never came as a problem. Dad is always too busy in his business to look what her daughter is wearing and mom has nothing to do with her daughter’s dressing business. Infact she always encourages my sister to look trendy. When she wears those flared mini skirts I never misse a chance to stare at her. She has long legs, completely waxed with firm calves and thighs so chikni, so white, so fleshy that no one on this planet can stop the bulge growing above the flys. The skirt ends just 4 inches below her ass which gave ample amount of view of her thunder thighs and sexy legs.
I am sure she has a long queue of admirers who can pay any cost to fuck her. I have been with her to malls and markets and even when she is wearing simple jeans and top, guys cant stop staring at her. Some dogs like me never miss a chance to comment dirty on her. “ Saali kya totta hai”, Kasam se ek baar mil jaye to kutiya bana du ise” “Saali ki gaand dekh” “Saali k chuche dekh” “ Chinaal hai saali randi” were some of the comments which I come across most commonly. She avoids wearing skirts when she goes to a public place where there is uncontrolled crowed because somewhere she knows that she looks very sexy and very arousing in them. When wearing a jeans arouses people so much that they pass those dirty comments on her then they will surely bang her in the public if she goes out in public in such sexy dresses showing the sexiest curves of her body.
Folks, today I really don’t feel ashamed to give that description of my mom and my sister publically. Infact it was in my mind since a long time to share my experience with you people. It gives me immense ecstasy, extreme enjoyment and a special feeling to share my family with people. Two years back, when I was 19 year old, even an big negative words about any of my family members put me on fire. I once broke the nose of one boy who used to study in my sister’s class. His only fault was that he called my sister by “Abe sun”. I respected my mother like goddess and loved my sister with that pure brotherly love. This story is all about how my goddess mom changed to sex goddess and my brotherly love for my sister changed to un curable lust. This story is all about passion, its all about taking risks, its all about fulfilling my fantasies and its all about my conversion from a loving family guy to a dirty incestuous.
CHAPTER-I
My introduction to the sexual world.
I was in **th standard at Modern college when one of my classmates, Imran became my friend. He was 2 year elder to me and he failed in the same class two times in a row. He came from a crude background and his activities revealed it all. Teachers hated him for his weakness in studies and notorious nature. He was a very funny guy though and may be this was the reason I enjoyed his company. I was good at studies so my class teacher made me to sit with him to help him out in his studies. The poor class teacher expected that I ll change him and make him like me but what happened was the other way round. He was older than me and so his knowledge about sex was more. He talked to me about girls and I loved it. At that time I was stepping into puberty and the interest in opposite sex was natural. My female classmates who were just like any other “male friend” in my class few years back were no more the same.
Now my mind started differentiated between boy and girl. My eyes were same but the way I looked now was different. Even the girls in my class were not the same as they used to be before. Like me, they were also stepping into puberty and this change was visible in their body and in their behaviour. The flat chest now started developing round, eyes filled with sparkle of youth, hips started to protrude out and thighs started becoming firm and fleshy. Few girls started applying little makeup like kajal, lip gloss etc to enhance their looks. People who know about Modern college must be aware of the college uniform. A greyish blue shirt and a flared grey skirt for girls. The length of the skirt is 3-4 inches above the knee. This gives an ample amount of view of their sexy thighs. Few notorious girls even dare to keep the length of their skirt a bit higher to tease other guys.
Imran used to talk to me about girls about their body and about his desires. Initially I did not show much interest in his talks but sex topic is known as Achilies Ankle for a teen age person. The more it is hidden, the more one takes interest in knowing everything. I could not resist Imran’s talk for a longer time and soon I started talking interest in his talks. We started with mild conversation and reached to dirty talks very soon. I seriously started enjoying his company. Though we eyed every girl of our class but a girl by the name Devika was the one who was the topic of our dirty discussion most of the time. She was the hottest girl of our class. She was not very tall but had sexy body. At that time I was un aware of the terms Vital Stats, figure and all that but what I can tell is that even at the age of ** she had a well grown body. Infact she was the most mature looking girl of our class. Her eyes always sparkled with youth naughtiness. She was the one in our class with the smallest skirt inspite of having the most voluptuous figure. Her skirt ended 5 inches above her knee. Imran used to lust her like a dog. One fine day as soon as I entered my class I saw Imran sitting at the corner back seat. He looked at me and yelled
Imran- “Abe Sameer, saale kahan that u, itna time kyu laga diya”
Me- “ Kuch nahi yaar, subah der se utha. Mom ne bhi suna diya subah subah”
Imran-“ Achcha ye sab chhod, ab jo mai tujhe batane waala hu wo sun kar tera tu pagal ho jayega”
Me- “Aisa kya hai saale”
Imran- “Abe aaj maine devika ki chaddi dekhi”...ufff saale kasam uski kale rang ki chaddi dekh kar pagal ho gaya mai”
As Imran said those words, I don’t know why I stared feeling a bulge under my pants. My heart started beating fast and my eyes became wide. In a fraction of second my creative mind started making the whole picture. Sexiest girl of my class wearing a black coloured panty between those sexy creamy hairless thunder thighs. I could feel my heart pounding and the bulge increasing. Imran noticed the bulge under my trouser. He smiled and looked at me.
Imran- “Abe saale teri bhi khadi ho gayi?” He said with a grin
Me- “Kya? Kaun khadi ho gayi”
Imran- “Abe teri nunni. Dekh saale neeche dekh” He pointed at my crotch.
I looked down and smiled sheepishly. “arey haan yaar, ye kya ho raha hai. Mujhe gudgudi si ho rahi hai” I said with a surprise. There were lot many questions in my eyes.
“Bhosadi k, teri gaand kyu fat rahi hai. Kuch unhoni nahi ho gayi. Ye to hota hi hai –Imran said and started laughing.
“Abe yaar ye saala aksar ho jaata hai. Ghar par jab TV par actor actress ko chumma chaati karte dekhta hu tab bhi ho jata hai aisa. Par ye hai kya. Tu saale le mat meri aur bata.”- I said with a bit anger.
I was really unaware of what was happening to me. Though I used to talk about girls, I was totaly unaware of sex. Even I did not knew the meaning of the abuses like madarchod, behanchod bhosadi k etc. I abused just because I thought it makes you sound cool and ofcourse Imran was the teacher.
“Abe saale, tu bachcha hi rahega kya. Horlicks peena shuru kar de behanchod. Dekh beta aisa hota hai ki jab koi sexy scene hum dekhte hain ya kisi sexy laundiya ko dekhte hain to nunni khadi ho jaati hai. Aur maa k laude ab ye nunni nahi reh gayi, ab ye lund ho gaya hai. Bada ho gaya hai tu madarchod” – Imran said
Me- “Lund?
Imran- “Haan lund. Jab nunni ki size badi ho jaye aur wo aise khadi hone lage to uska naam change ho jaata hai. Ab ye nunni nahi lund ho gaya hai.”
It was not like I never heard this word before. I was quite acquainted with this word as it was a routine to hear this word all around. My seniors, shop keepers, bur drivers, rickshaw walas almost from hundreds of mouth I had heard this word but it was today I got to know what it meant. It was then I realized how filthy “behan ke lund and maa ke lnd means”. I was standing with wide eyes and open mouth, mind filled with mixed feelings and numerous thoughts. Imran’s words brought me back to conscious.
“Abe kya soch raha hai. Tuhe itni achchi khaba di hai kuch puchega nahi”- Said Imran
I got back to the topic of the day. Again the same image of Devika flashed in front of my mind.
“Are you serious?” This was all I could ask.
“Haan saale. Aur kya sbah subah pee kar thode hi aaya hun. “ – said Imran
“kaise dekha. Matlab kya dekha ...bata na saale”- I said. Anyone could have sensed the excitement in my voice.
“Arey tujhe to pata hai Devika, Yashi, Ananya aur Purvi chaaro ek saath aati hain aur college jaldi pahunch jaati hain”
“Hmm”- I said
“Aaj mai bhi jaldi pahunch gaya tha college to apne juniors k saath playground chala gaya basketball khelne. Wahan par ye chaaro aur 3 aur ladkiyan aapas me kho kho khel rahi thi. Inhone apne shoes utaar rakhe the. Jab warning bell ho gayi aur mai wapas aane laga to maine dekha ki Devika seediyon par baith kar apke shoes pehan rahi hai. Saali ne apni ek taang uthai shoe daalne k liye aur saali ki chaddi saaf saaf dikh gayi mujhe. Saale mera kya haal hua ye mai hi jaanta hu. Mera lund aisa khada hua saali ki chaddi dekh kar ki abhi tak nahi baitha.”
Mai Imraan ki baat dhyaan se sun raha tha aur eke k scene apne dimaag me bana raha tha. Maine fir se mehsus kiya ki meri nunni oh sorry mera LUND khada ho gaya hai. Mujhe aisa aihsaas pehle kabhi nai hua tha. Na jaane kab mera haath apne aap hi mere lund par chala gaya.
“Abe bhosadi k tera to buri tarah khada ho raha hai’- Imraan ne hanste hue kaha
“Imran yaar, mujhe bhi dekhna hai”- I said with a gulp.
“Kya dekhna hai”- Imran said with a raised eyebrow.
“Devika ki chaddi. Mujhe Devika ki chaddi dekhni hai” I said. There was something which was burning inside me.
“Yaar dekhni to mujhe bhi hai. Aaj to class me hi muth marunga ise dekh kar”- Imran said looking at Devika who was entering into the class. “Dekh saali kya lag rahi hai”
Mai peeche ghuma aur Devika ko dekha. Pehle uska chehra dekha fir us jagah dekha jahan usne panty pehni thi. Aaj mujhe wo pehle se bhi zada sexy lag rahi thi. Usey dekhte hi mera lund khada ho gaya ye soch kar ki aaj isne kale rang ki chaddi pehni hai aur mai wo dekhne waala hu.
“Imran kuch kar saale, mujhe aaj iski chaddi dekhni hi dekhni hai ar saale ye muth kya hoti hai” I said with trembling voice. I was burning with something. Shayad isi ko lust kehte hain.
“Abe muth matlab...aaan...” he paused and said with a little irritation-“ baad me bataunga pehle Ruk kuch sochta hu ki iski chaddi kaise dekhi jaye” He paused for a minute and then said – “Aa gaya idea”
“Kya” I almost shouted.
“Batata hu. Pehle ye bata aaj drawing ki class hai na” Imran said
“Ha hai but ussey kya matlab” I was confused
“Abe tu dekhta ja. Aaj tera bhai tujhe Devika ki chaddi dikhayega. Is saali ki ye chhoti skirt aaj iski chaddi ke darshan karayegi hume. Drawing class ka wait kar.” Imran said.
Hum last row me sabse peeche waali seat par baithe the aur Devika humare saath wali row me second last seat par. Meri seat se uski taange saaf saaf dikh rahi thi. Uske gore gore calf mujhe pagal kar rahe the. Drawing ka period third hota tha aur mai sirf usi ka wait kar raha tha. Pehle do period mai sirf devika ki taange dekhta raha aur uski wo kaali panty imagine karta raha. Us din k pehle maine itna usey kabhi notice nahi kiya tha.
Khair wo waqt aa hi gaya. Jaise hi third period k liye bell baji maine Imran ki taraf dekha. Wo Devika ko hi dekh raha tha. Jaise hi maine uski taraf dekha usne dheere se kaha “Abe dhar dekh saale” Usne Devika ki taraf ishaara kiya. Class over ho gayi thi aur Devika ne water bottle nikali aur paani piya. Bottle ka cap uske haath sse chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya aur thoda aage chala gaya. Wo uthi aur jhuk kar cap uthane lagi. Uske jhkne ki wajah se uski chhoti skirt aur upar uth gayi aur uske 3/4th thighs visible ho gaye. Mai aisa drishya dekh kar pagal ho gaya. Wo jhuki hui, uski skirt uthi hui aur skirt k neeche se jhaankte hui uski gori chikni maansal jhanghe. Uff aisa laga mai pagal ho jaunga.
I looked at Imran, he looked at me. Shayad ye nazara dekh kar wo Devika ki chaddi dusri baar dekhne ke liye utna hi pagal ho raha tha jitna mai pehli baar dekhne ke liye.
“Kuch kar saale. Aaj mujhe iski chaddi dikha de. Tu jo bole mai karnga. Please mujhe is saali ki chaddi dikha de.” I was almost pleading.
In the mean time our drawing teacher came and asked us to take out color pencils and drawing sheets. Maine jaise hi bag k button kholne k liye haath badaya Imran ne mere haath pakad liye aur bola “Ruk mat nikaal. Ye samajh le tu aaj colors laya hi nahi”
“Arey mam will scold me yaar. Usne last time hi kaha tha ki sabko color pencils lane hain, aur tu aisa bol kyu raha hai”- I said with surprise.
“Saale ya to Devika ki chaddi dekh key a to thodi si daant kha le”- Imran thoda chidd kar bola.
“Kya matlab??” I said
“Dekh mam puche to bol dena tu color pencils nahi laya bas. Baki mai dekh lunga.
In the mean time class k sab students ne color pencils drawing sheets n all nikaal liye aur mam ne sabko projector screen par bani scenery banana ko bola. Imran aur mai chupchaap baithe rahe. Kariban 10 minute baad mam ne hume notice kara ki hum kuch nahi kar rahe. Unhone almost chillate hue kaha.
“Imran and Sameer why are you both sitting idle. Do what I said.”
I looked at her but before I could say something Imran said- “Mam we both forgot to bring color pencils.
“What?” She almost screamed. I told you ten times in the previous class t bring yor color pencils and drawing sheets. You will be graded on this assignment. “
“I am extremely sorry Mam” Imran said
“And Sameer you too? It is very well expected from Imran but how could you be so careless? Fail hona hai kya? Mam was shouting. I felt ashamed as everyone was looking at us. I was seriously abusing Imran in my mind.
“Chalo now don’t waste your time. Borrow color pencils from someone and start working. You have already wasted 15 mintes.” Mam said
Imran ne jaisi hi ye suna uski aankhe chamak gayi. Usne dheere se mere kaan me kaha “Ab uth aur Devika se color pencil maang. Mai maangunga to degi nahi saali”
Mai usey dekhne laga. Wo bola “Ab aise dekh mat aur jo bola kar nahi to wo nahi dekh payega jo dekhna chhata hai”
Meri aankho se saamne fir se Devika ki chaddi ban gayi. Mai chupchap utha aur devika ki desk par gaya, Imran mere peeche aa gaya. Mai Devika ki desk tak aaya aur bola “ Devika could you please give me your color pencils?
Devika was an easygoing girl and she was helpful too. She looked at me and with a smile she said “ ya take it, in the meantime ill draw the outlines.” As she said so, Imran took the color pencil set in his hand and slowly moved his hand back without notifying Devika that he took it. As he took he intentionally dropped the pencils. Tick tick tick tick...all the pencils fell under the desk on which Devika was sitting.
Devika ne upar dekha “ What the hell yaar”
“Oh Devika My Bad, I just hit his hand by mistake” Said Imran
Devika gave a dirty look at Imran and said- “Chalo koi nahi...ab uthao ise” and again put her head down and continued her drawing. She liked drawing a lot and very soon got lost in whatever she was doing. She had the habbit of getting fully into the things which she liked and she did i with full concentration. One more habit she had. When she fully concentrated on something she unconsciously moved her legs closer and farther.
Imran bent down and pulled me asking me to help him. I was still unaware of his intention and was thinking that the pencils fell accidently but Imran had other plans. Jaise hi mai baiha usne dheere se mere se kaha..”Udhar dekh” Uska ishara Devika ki thighs ki taraf tha. Jaise hi mai peeche muda meri aankhe khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Devika unconsciously apne pair hila rahi thi aur uski chhoti skirt uske baithne ki wajah se aur upar ho gayi thi. Jaise hi wo tango ko door le jaati waise hi uski kaali chaddi dikh jaati. Mai Imran ka poora plan samajh gaya aur man hi man uske intelligence ki daad di. Devika ki kale rang ki chaddi ab meri aankho se kuch 1 feet ki doori par thi. Mera lund khada ho gaya. Uski doodhiya jhaango k beech unki kaali chaddi aisi lag rahi thi jaise nazar ka teeka ho. Maine dekha ki uski jaangho par bahut ander ek til bhi tha. Mere hont such gaye the aur mera lnd buri tarah khada ho gaya tha. Mai bas dekhe hi jaa raha tha uski khulti band hoti jhaango ko aur uski kaali chaddi ko.
“ Arey get this fast Sameer, jaldi karo mujhe bhi kaam hai” Achanak se devika ki awaaz ne mujhe chaunka diya.
“Han han” maine bola aur jaldi se pencils collect kari aur khada ho gaya. Imran ab tak uski taange dekh raha tha. Hum dono apni seat par aa gaye. Mera lund buri tarah khada tha aur yahi haal Imran ka bhi tha. Mai kuch nahi bola aura a kar apni seat par baitha.
“Kyu kaisa laga nazara” Imran said. Uska haath uske lund par tha aur wo ab bhi peeche se Devika ki taange dekh raha tha.
“Yaar ye kya dikha diya. I just cant believe” I said. Mera bhi haath apne lund par tha.
“Aur maza chahiye” Imran said
“Haan kaise?” I said
“Apne haath se apna lund pakad ar uski chamdi aage peehe kar- Imran said with burning face.
“abe pagal ho gaya hai kya? Mam dekh legi. Ye kya kara raha hai” I said with disbelief
“Abe agar maza chahiye to jo bol raha hun kar. Dekh-he pointed at his cock- “aise kar. Hum peeche baithe hain koi nahi dekhega. Aur aisa karte karte is saali Devika ki taange dekhta reh.
Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha but mai pata nahi kyu Imran ki baat maan na chahata tha. Uske us chaddi dikhane wale kaam ne uski ek alag si image bana di thi mere aage. Maine apna lund pant k upar se hi ungliyon ke beech pakda aur uski chamdi aage peeche karne laga. Mai lagataar Devika ki taange dekhe jar aha tha. Apne aap hi mere aage uski wo kaali chaddi, uska wo til aur uski wo gori dhudhiya jhaange aane lage. Meri chamdi aage peeche karne ki speed apne aap hi bad gayi. Uska wo chehra uski jhaange, Imran ki baatein, uska wo til aur uski wo kaali chaddi...mere dimaag me sab ek saath chal raha tha. 3-4 minute baad hi mera sharer jhatke dene laga aur meri raftaar tez ho gayi. Achanak se aisa laga jaise badal fata ho, andhera ho gaya ho. Ek zor ka jhatka laga aur aisa laga jaise kuch pighal kar meri jhaango par gira kuch garam sa kuch ghaada sa. Meri aankhe madhoshi me band hone lagi ar mere mu se sheere se ssssssssssssssss...aisi awaaz nikli. Shareer me 2-3 jhatke aaye aur mai bench par let gaya.
Imran abhi bhi hila raha tha fir achanak se uske saath bhi waisa hi kuch hua. Saari awaaze jaise band thi..saara mahol jaise khamosh tha. Sirf ek mai tha aur mera ye naya aihsaas tha. Meri tandra Imran ne todi.
“Bete Sameer, aaj teri nunni lund ban gayi” He was smiling
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