The fuck boy (Badhte rishte)-3

This story is part of the The fuck boy (Badhte rishte) series Dosto, mera naam kiyansh hai. Ummeed hai ki pichla do kahani accha laga ho ap logo ko. Ab aage ki kahani… Dussehra ke kuch din hum dono ke beech kuch nahi hua, maa bhi bohot frustration me rehni lagi baat baat pe ghussa. Lekin humne festival ko enjoy bohot kiya, meri ankhe hamesha maa par tiki rehti, unki sexy gand ko niharta rehta tha mai. Papa nahi the gav me to wo mere sath pooja me jati thi, koi mere napaak nigaho pe shak bhi nahi kar sakta tha kyuki mai meri maa ke sath jata tha. Pooja me jate waqt mai apna hath maa ki gand pe ragad deta tha kabhi kabhi, or natak karta jaise ye anjane me huwa. Jis din maa ne mujhe muth marte huwe pakdi thi usi din se wo mujhe alag nazro se dekhti hai, unke ankho me nasha, kaamvasna dikhta tha mujhe. Ab maa mujhe bete se zyada ek mard ki tarha dekhne lagi thi. To itne din unki choot na jhadne se wo frustration me rehni lagi, ab unhone aage se mujhe massage ke liye puch liya. Ab mai apna plan bana raha tha ki kaise bhi maa ko rijha ke chodna padega or apni virginity todni padegi. Maa: Beta mere badan me bohot dard ho raha hai. Tu mujhe massage de sakta hai kya? Mai: Thik hai maa, apne kapde utar do, mai garam tel leke ata hu (mai bohot khush or confident tha …