Maa ka balatkaar nude fake kahaani


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  • Locker room boys to IT cell men: India’s rape culture grows without shame or consequences
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  • Indian joint family living together 2 weeks ago Uss raat sab sone ke baad jab main maa ka tasvir kholke maa ko dekh raha tha, mujhe sham ka yaad aya. Maa mere gaal pakad ke mere taraf ek pyar bhari ankhon se jo nazar diya tha, woh innocence se mera pyar aur bad gaya. Main un me se kho gaya aur mujhme madhosi chha gaya. Main jhuk ke comp screen mein khula hua maa ka ek big close up picture ke pass gaya.

    Aur aankh bandh karke dheere dheere unki lips ke sath mera lips milwaya. Mera badan mein current sa khel gaya. Pura badan kaanpne laga. Main jhat se zip kholke apna penis ko pakda. Aaj mera penis ek dun ful ke, khada hoke, fus raha tha. Main usii fuli hui penis ko pakadke zor zor se jhatka dene laga. Aur lips mein fir se kiss karne laga. Main sidha hoke baith ke full speed se hilane laga. Mera pura body se nichor ke sab semen penis ki nali bhar ke teji se bahar ki taraf ane laga.

    Main aankh bandh kiya. Orgasm charam seema mein pahuch gaya. Dekhte dekhte mera woh teen mahina bhi kat gaya. Issi beech mera final exam ka result bhi agaya.

    Aur mera job join karne ka time bhi agaya. Pehli baar main ghar se dur jake rehne wala hoon. Aaj tak kabhi nana nanai aur maa ko chhod ke kahin raha nahi. Ek do baar school college ka excursion mein jake do chaar din bahar raat bitaya. But woh rehna aur aab bahar akela rehne mein bahut hi antar hai.

    Lekin mujhe dar nahi laga. Ek alag challenge jaisa mere samne khada ho gaya. Aur main uss challenge ko mokabila karne ke liye taiyar hoon mentally. But ek dukh mujhe kha ja raha hai…ki mujhe mera maa ko bina dekh ke wahan rehna parega.

    Nanaji ka strict instruction hai ki har saturday wapas ana parega aur fir monday jake office join karna hai. Lekin beech ka 6 din mere pass 6 saal lagne laga. Jab maa har raat sone se pehle mere pass ake mera baal mein ungliyan firate hai, aur mere taraf pyar bhari nazar se dekh ke smile karta hai-woh pal le liye main kitna betab rehta tha roj. But aab woh cheez se mujhe dur rehna parega. Maa aise bolti kam. Bas dekhte aise hai ki jaise ankhon mein hi sab ko kuchh bol dete hai.

    Aur aab mera jane ka waqt nazdik ane mein to woh aur bhi chup ho gaye. Bas naniji ko kitchen mein help kar rahi hai, ghar ka baki kaam kar rahi hai, tv dekh rahi hai, mera jane ke liye sab zaruri cheezon ko ready karke mere room mein rakh rahe hai. But kabhi kabhi mayus nazar se mujhe ek pal dekh ke fir chale jate hai. Unko bhi taklif ho raha hai honge.

    Woh bhi mere wager kabhi raha nahi. Mere liye hi unhone zindagi ka sab sukh sab khushiyan visharjan diya tha. Aab woh soch ke main bhi mayus ho ta hoon. Pichhla 6 saal se main unse aur ek dusri pyar se attach hua hoon. Jo khabar keval mera mann hi janta. Aur kabhi koi jan bhi nahi payega. Unki pyar mein main kab se mere andar ek alag admi ka janam de diya hai.

    Jo admi maa se pyar karta hai. Unke sath ek alag duniya mein hi jee ta hai. Lekin usko bhi malum hai ki yeh mann ki baat keval mann mein hi rehga puri zindagi. Aur pichhla 6 saal se main apni hi maa ko soch soch ke roj raat mein masturbate karte araha hoon. Usme mujhe duniyaka sabse zada khushi , aur santusti milta hai. Dekhte dekhte woh din bhi agaya jiss din main MP jane ke liye train station mein khada hoon. Maa, nanaji, naniji sab aye hai. Company se mujhe wahan rehne ke liye filhal ek jagah provide kar raha hai.

    Join karne ke baad main dheere dheere apna rehne ka bandobast khud ki karoonga. Iss liye nanaji mere sath cha rahe hai. Nanijii bar bar nanaji ko kya kya karna hai woh yaad dila rahe hai. Mera wahan mein koi taklif na ho, iss liye sab bandobast sahi tarika se karne ke liye unko baar baar sab cheezon ko ek ek karke bata rahe hai. Last moments mein sab ko sab cheez bataneka yeh ek tariika main bachpan se sab ke andar dekh te araha hoon. Ghar mein bhi yeh sab discuss ho chuka hai.

    Maa mere pass mere seat mein baith ke mera ek ek hath unki dono hath ke andar leke chup chap baithi hai aur nana nani ka batein sun raha hai. Ek baar maa mere taraf dekha. Unka aankh gila hai. Maan mein kast ho raha hai unka. Woh uss feelings ko daba ke rakha hai sab ke samne. Mujhe malum hai maa ghar jake room lock karke bahut royegi. Main itna salon se unko thoda bahut jaan ta toh tha. Unka har harkat, har ada ka kya meaning hai woh main clearly samajh sakta tha.

    Main unhe kabhi dukh pauchaya nahi, nahi ki kabhi dukh dunga. Yeh mera khud ke sath khud ka wada hai. Main bhi maa ko dekha. Unka innocence face aur nazariyan mujhe hamesha ej ajeeb feelings deta hai.

    Main smile karke dhere se gardan hilaya haan mein. Udhar nanji Nanaji ko sab samjha raha hai abhi bhi. Mera nana hamesha nani se behad pyar karte hai. Iss liye unka zada bolna unko kabhi irritate kiya nahi. Woh khud naniji se kam hi bolte hai. Mera maa shayad unpe hi gaya. Iss liye maa nanaji se bhi kam bolte hai. Sunte aur samjhte zada. Achanak train mein ek jhatka aya. Time ho chuka hai. Abhi chalegi. Iss liye sab utarne laga. Naniji mera sar pakad ke mera sar chuma aur utarne laga.

    Maa mera haath jo unka hathon se pakda hua tha. Woh muh ke samne lake mera hath chuma. Aur mera gaal mein unka daiya haat rakh ke ek bar firaya aur gili ankhon se smile kiya. Iss ka matlab mujhe malum hai. Mujhe thik se rehne ka, thik time pe khane ka, sone ka, thik se kaam karne ka, apna khayal rakhne na.. Woh log bahar jake khidki ke pass khadi ho gayi. Aur train chalne lagi. Nani aur maa dhere dhere dur hone lagi.

    Aisa laga ki mera kuchh yahan reh gaya aur main kahin chal pada. Kya reh gaya woh keh nahi sakta. Mera mann bhari ho gaya. Aur train raftar pakadne lagi. Office mein pehla din thoda dar lag raha tha. Sab bade bade engineers aur officers ke sath parichay hua. Sab ke beech mujhe nerves feel hua.

    Sab mera halat samjh gaya tha. Iss liye woh log mere sath aisa comfortable tarike se mil ghulne laga ki ek hi din mein mujhe initial hesitation aur dar bhulke confidence ane laga.

    They finally drew the attention of the Delhi Commission for Women, which sent a notice to both the police and Instagram demanding a probe. But while this Instagram group had about members, thousands of locker room boys grew up into same sexist and misogynist adults a long time ago, and no one took note. The tools deployed by these men to target women are the same — threats of gang rape, mutilation, reminders of past heinous crimes, body shaming, slut shaming, character assassination, and spreading rumours.

    These men reduce the existence of women to sexual intercourse and their body parts, and want to teach them a lesson by circulating their nude pictures. These are dangerous to society. These Hindutva goons posting about a pregnant women who is in jail for peaceful protest. We are with you Safoora! Thread: Students who are 16, 17 years old, are casually talking of gang raping girls and women, swapping nudes without the consent of these women on Reddit, with not even a hint of fear of exposure.

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    Scott to take revenge of Lala Lajpat Rai's death Bhakts won't tell u this. Take for instance the recent case of Safoora Zargar, a Jamia scholar, who was arrested in connection with anti-CAA protests. Zargar is more than three months pregnant and continues to be lodged in Tihar Jail despite social media activists and Amnesty International calling for her release.

    I am short of words to express my disgust. Commenting on a women's modesty in a country where women are worshipped as Devis. Safoora Zargar has been trending on Twitter for the past couple of days. Her pregnancy has been questioned, with some bigoted trolls accusing her of becoming pregnant while still not being married which she is. Because of her association with Shaheen Bagh protests, the IT cell trolls, most of whom hide behind the cloak of anonymity, started memes on Azadi.

    She was linked to various men and even to a Sikh man who sold his flat to feed the anti-CAA protesters. Also read: One thing was distinctly rotten about Gujarat riots: use of rape as a form of terror No difference between boys and men The modus operandi of the IT cell and Bois Locker Room is the same.

    Then a person with a verified account on Twitter or Facebook publicly chimes in with his or her two cents and the character assassination process of the woman is complete. Everyone in the IT cell thereupon starts writing anything about the woman as others laugh, mock, and amplify the attack with cheer.

    A quick look at the comments people like journalist Rana Ayyub or activist Shehla Rashid receive on a daily basis will make it clear the kind of trash that women from Muslim community face on a daily basis simply because of their religion. She says these groups terrorise the language towards women and laugh at the horror. They make abuse a new normal. In a patriarchal society, women who are vocal or speak up against harassment are targeted on social media in the same language that women who battle domestic abuse face at home.

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    Aab woh soch ke main bhi mayus ho ta hoon. Pichhla 6 saal se main unse aur ek dusri pyar se attach hua hoon. Jo khabar keval mera mann hi janta. Aur kabhi koi jan bhi nahi payega. Unki pyar mein main kab se mere andar ek alag admi ka janam de diya hai.

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    Jo admi maa se pyar karta hai. Unke sath ek alag duniya mein hi jee ta hai. Lekin usko bhi malum hai ki yeh mann ki baat keval mann mein hi rehga puri zindagi. Aur pichhla 6 saal se main apni hi maa ko soch soch ke roj raat mein masturbate karte araha hoon.

    Usme mujhe duniyaka sabse zada khushiaur santusti milta hai. Dekhte dekhte woh din bhi agaya jiss din main MP jane ke liye train station mein khada hoon.

    Locker room boys to IT cell men: India’s rape culture grows without shame or consequences

    Maa, nanaji, naniji sab aye hai. Company se mujhe wahan rehne ke liye filhal ek jagah provide kar raha hai. Join karne ke baad main dheere dheere apna rehne ka bandobast khud ki karoonga. Iss liye nanaji mere sath cha rahe hai. Nanijii bar bar nanaji ko kya kya karna hai woh yaad dila rahe hai. Mera wahan mein koi taklif na ho, iss liye sab bandobast sahi tarika se karne ke liye unko baar baar sab cheezon ko ek ek karke bata rahe hai.

    Last moments mein sab ko sab cheez bataneka yeh ek tariika main bachpan se sab ke andar dekh te araha hoon.

    Balatkar Ki Hindi Kahani Desi Kahani

    Ghar mein bhi yeh sab discuss ho chuka hai. Maa mere pass mere seat mein baith ke mera ek ek hath unki dono hath ke andar leke chup chap baithi hai aur nana nani ka batein sun raha hai. Ek baar maa mere taraf dekha. Unka aankh gila hai. Maan mein kast ho raha hai unka. Woh uss feelings ko daba ke rakha hai sab ke samne. Mujhe malum hai maa ghar jake room lock karke bahut royegi.

    Main itna salon se unko thoda bahut jaan ta toh tha. Unka har harkat, har ada ka kya meaning hai woh main clearly samajh sakta tha. Main unhe kabhi dukh pauchaya nahi, nahi ki kabhi dukh dunga. Yeh mera khud ke sath khud ka wada hai. Main bhi maa ko dekha. Unka innocence face aur nazariyan mujhe hamesha ej ajeeb feelings deta hai. Main smile karke dhere se gardan hilaya haan mein. Udhar nanji Nanaji ko sab samjha raha hai abhi bhi. Mera nana hamesha nani se behad pyar karte hai.

    Iss liye unka zada bolna unko kabhi irritate kiya nahi. Woh khud naniji se kam hi bolte hai. Mera maa shayad unpe hi gaya. Iss liye maa nanaji se bhi kam bolte hai. Sunte aur samjhte zada. Achanak train mein ek jhatka aya. Time ho chuka hai.

    Abhi chalegi. Iss liye sab utarne laga. Naniji mera sar pakad ke mera sar chuma aur utarne laga. Maa mera haath jo unka hathon se pakda hua tha. Woh muh ke samne lake mera hath chuma. Aur mera gaal mein unka daiya haat rakh ke ek bar firaya aur gili ankhon se smile kiya. Iss ka matlab mujhe malum hai. Mujhe thik se rehne ka, thik time pe khane ka, sone ka, thik se kaam karne ka, apna khayal rakhne na.

    Woh log bahar jake khidki ke pass khadi ho gayi. Aur train chalne lagi. Nani aur maa dhere dhere dur hone lagi. I am short of words to express my disgust. Commenting on a women's modesty in a country where women are worshipped as Devis. Safoora Zargar has been trending on Twitter for the past couple of days. Her pregnancy has been questioned, with some bigoted trolls accusing her of becoming pregnant while still not being married which she is.

    Because of her association with Shaheen Bagh protests, the IT cell trolls, most of whom hide behind the cloak of anonymity, started memes on Azadi. She was linked to various men and even to a Sikh man who sold his flat to feed the anti-CAA protesters. Also read: One thing was distinctly rotten about Gujarat riots: use of rape as a form of terror No difference between boys and men The modus operandi of the IT cell and Bois Vfd 1100 firmware Room is the same.

    Then a person with a verified account on Twitter or Facebook publicly chimes in with his or her two cents and the character assassination process of the woman is complete. Everyone in the IT cell thereupon starts writing anything about the woman as others laugh, mock, and amplify the attack with cheer.

    A quick look at the comments people like journalist Rana Ayyub or activist Shehla Rashid receive on a daily basis will make it clear the kind of trash that women from Muslim community face on a daily basis simply because of their religion. She says these groups terrorise the language towards women and laugh at the horror. They make abuse a new normal. In a patriarchal society, women who are vocal or speak up against harassment are targeted on social media in the same language that women who battle domestic abuse face at home.

    Check this out then pic.


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