Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Ayush01111]

Writer mahender ji bass ek sawal kya ap story me bete ko chuck or humilate karne wale ho or maa ki ayashi hi dikhane wale ho ya bete ko maa ko sabak sikhate hue dikhane wale ho waiting for your reply

[Mahendra_]

Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh ke mixture mein phansa hua. Uske shabd—“Aaahhh uuhhh, maine tere baare mein soch ke khud ko chhua, Mukesh. 

Main kitni gandi hoon”—mere dimag mein goonj rahe the, mujhe andar tak hila diya.Woh Maa jo mujhe palti thi, jo mujhe sone se pehle chadar odhaati thi, nashta banati thi, usse aise baatein nahi karni chahiye thi. 

Usse khud ko chhune ka nahi, kisi aur ke lund ke liye tarasna nahi chahiye tha jab Papa wahan bahar humare liye mehnat kar rahe the.Har shabd ek dhokha tha, uski wafadaar biwi wali tasveer pe chhuri. 

Woh pavitra honi chahiye thi, na ki yeh aurat jo “ooohhh uuhhh” moan karti hui Mukesh ke saamne jhuk rahi thi.Yeh shock dil se mehsoos hua, mera seena kasa hua, jab mujhe laga woh bilkul alag hai, koi jise main nahi jaanta. 

Mukesh uski chut ko bina ruke chodata raha, uska lund andar bahar, har dhakka chair ko charkhata hua. Uski kamar uspe zor se takrati, rhythm tez aur sakht, Maa ki badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti.

Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha ki Maa Mukesh ke saath sahi kar rahi thi ya galat, kyunki mujhe yeh sab samajh nahi tha.Kamra khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz, uske moans, aur Mukesh ke grunts se bhara tha. 

Maa ki chut chamakti hui, uske mote lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uski shaved folds pyaas se chikni. Chair hil rahi thi, girne ke kagaar pe, jab Mukesh use chodata raha, haath uski kamar pe, har dhakke mein use khinchta hua.

Roshni unke jismon pe parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke curves dikha rahi thi—uske poore stan hilte hue, gaand uchalti hui, khaal paseene aur pyaas se laal. 

Mujhe sex ka mechanics nahi pata tha, par main Mukesh ki harkaton mein kachi taakat dekh sakta tha, uska uspe control, aur isne mera lund aur sakht kiya.“Tujhe yeh lund pasand hai na, Rekha?” 

Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Yeh chut kiski hai?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh teri hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz randi jaisi aur desperate. “Meri chut tujhe di hai.”

“Tujhe aisa kaun mehsoos karata hai?” usne dabaya, aur zor se dhakka maara. “Bata, randi.” “Oooohhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Koi aur nahi. Aaahhh uuhhh, tera lund kitna achha hai.”“Is chut ka kya karoon?” Mukesh ne poocha, muskaan gandi. “Aaahhh, ise zor se chodo,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti. 

“Ise apna bana, Mukesh. Mujhe yeh chahiye.” “Aur main, Rekha?” usne chheda, dhakke dheere kiye. “Tu is lund ko khush rakhegi?”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein uspe jami. 

“Mujhe tera lund har raat chahiye. Aaahhh, main teri randi hoon.” Main dekhta raha, haath abhi bhi mere lund pe, uske shabd aur gehre utarte.Woh Mukesh ko chun rahi thi, Papa ko nahi, apne jism ka maalik kehte hue. 

Dheere dheere, mujhe lagne laga shayad Maa galat nahi kar rahi. Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad woh usse aisa—zinda, chahi hui—mehsoos nahi karata tha. 

Mujhe sex ka pata nahi tha, par uski khushi, uske moans, uska Mukesh se chipakna dekh raha tha. Shayad Papa uske liye kaafi nahi tha, shayad use yeh chahiye tha.

Yeh soch mujhe confuse karti thi, mera gussa kam karti thi, par dhokha nahi mita saki. Woh ab bhi Papa ki biwi thi, aur yeh galat tha, phir bhi main dekhna nahi rok saka, mera haath tez chalta raha.Mukesh dheere hua, uska lund uski chut se gili awaaz ke saath nikla, tip uske ras se chamakta hua. 

Maa ne saans li, jism kamp raha tha, chut abhi bhi khuli aur geeli. “Aaahhh uuhhh, tu kyun ruka?” woh boli, awaaz mein zaroorat.“Main tujhe bistar pe le jaa raha hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dheemi aur gandi. 

“Tujhe poora khula chahiye.”“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, taangein kampati hui jab usne uske haath pakde, use khincha. “Tu kitna ganda hai, mujhe aise chahne ke liye. 

Mujhe sach mein lagta hai main teri randi hoon.”“Tujhe yeh pasand hai na? Tujhe meri randi banne ka maza aata hai?” usne chheda, use bistar pe le jaate hue. “Bata kitna.”

“Aaahhh, bahut zyada pasand hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Tu mujhe woh mehsoos karata hai jo nahi karna chahiye.”Usne use bistar pe litaya, ek taang upar uthayi, uski chut khuli aur chamakti hui. 

“Dekh is chut ko,” Mukesh ne bola, aankhein use kha rahi thi. “Itni perfect.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, chhed mat,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate. “Yeh teri hai, tu jaanta hai.”

“Main teri chut ko itna achha chodunga, Rekha,” usne kaha, apna lund uske entrance pe rakha. “Taiyaar hai is lund ke liye?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, please,” woh maangi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Meri chut chodo, Mukesh.”Usne apna lund andar dhakela, aur Maa maza mein cheekhi, awaaz goonj gayi. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai!” Uska poora jism hil gaya, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, khaal paseene se laal.


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Har dhakka usmein kampan bhejta tha, uske curves hilte hue jab Mukesh ne zor se choda, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua. Uski chut uske lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uske moan ek lambi cheekh, haath chadar pakde hue.Kamra unke josh se jeevant tha—paseene aur pyaas ki musky khushboo, khaal ke takraane ka rhythm, bistar ki awaaz uske moans ke saath milti hui.

Ab mujhe pata tha woh Papa ke saath dhokha kar rahi thi. Uski cheekhein, uske gande confessions, saboot the ki usne Mukesh ko chuna tha. Mujhe gussa aaya—uspe ki usne apni kasmein todi, Mukesh pe ki usne use le liya, Papa pe ki woh kaafi nahi the. 


Par main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta raha, mera lund dhadak raha tha.“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, Mukesh,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz kachi. “Aaahhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, mujhe tera lund pasand hai.”


“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne bola, aur gehra dhakka maara. “Phir se bol, randi.”“Oooohhh mmm, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui. “Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo, mujhe apna bana.”

Maine Maa ko aisa kabhi nahi dekha—itni besharam, itni khoyi hui. Woh aurat jisne mujhe pala, jo naram aur santulit thi, ab yeh jangli thi, Mukesh ke lund ke liye maangti hui, pyar confess karti hui jo main nahi jaanta tha. 

“Mmm uuhhh, tu mere liye itna achha hai,” woh boli. “Mujhe yeh har raat chahiye.”“Main tujhe doonga, meri rani,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, haath uski kamar pe. “Yeh chut ab mera ghar hai.”




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Dheere dheere, main use behtar samajhne laga. Shayad Papa use khush nahi karte the, use aise nahi chhute the. Uski moan, uski khushi, ek aisi aurat dikhati thi jo maine kabhi nahi dekhi—ek aurat jo josh ke liye tarasti thi. 


Mujhe laga Papa ne ek aisi aurat se shaadi ki jo galat thi, jo is gande maze ke liye tarasti thi.Woh woh pavitra biwi nahi thi jo maine sochi thi; use Mukesh ki taakat, uska control chahiye tha. 


Yeh dard deta tha, par samajh aata tha—uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi galat thi. Mera lund itna bada aur sakht tha, pajamas ke khilaaf daba raha tha
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Jagah nahi thi, toh maine use bahar nikala, thandi hawa uspe lagi. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun sehlane mein maza aata tha, par maine kiya, haath tez chalta raha jab main Maa ke jism ko Mukesh ke dhakke ke neeche hilta dekha. 

Maa ko Mukesh ke saath duniya ka sabse ganda kaam karte dekha.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, headboard deewar se takrata hua, uski taakat ka saboot. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, bina ruke, jo unhe cheekhne de. 

Mukesh poora taakat tha, uski muscles flex karti hui, uska lund usmein aisi zor se ja raha tha jo Papa mein kabhi nahi tha.Mukesh ruk gaya, apna lund bahar nikala. “Upar aa, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz bhari. 



“Is lund pe sawar ho.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, jism paseene se chikna. “Main itna nahi kar sakti.”“Thak gayi?” usne bola, awaaz gandi. 

“Teri chut itni geeli hai, randi. Sawar ho, is chut ko kaam kar.”


“Mmm uuhhh, tu kitna ganda hai,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui, uske shabd use phir se garam kar rahe the. Woh upar chadhi, uske lund ko apni chut mein dala, haath kamp rahe the. 

“Aaahhh, yeh itna bada hai,” woh boli, neeche baithti hui, uski chut uske lund ko nigal rahi thi.“Tu perfect hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, haath uski kamar pe. 

“Dekh tujhe, is lund ko pro ki tarah leti hui.”“Oooohhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh, par main tujhse pyar karti hoon,” woh boli, awaaz desperate. “Main hamesha tujhe khush karungi, chahe kuch bhi ho. Aaahhh, main teri hoon.” 

“Bilkul sahi,” usne bola, haath uska rhythm banate hue. “Chodti ja, randi.”Maa paseena paseena thi, jism chamakta hua, par woh tez chali, chut uske lund pe upar neeche, gili awaazein kamre mein goonj rahi thi. 

Woh meri taraf muh karke thi, uske stan har uchal ke saath hil rahe the, uski tez sawari se harkat. Uski aankhein band thi, chehra masti mein khoya, jaise woh ek pure maze ki duniya mein bhaag rahi ho. “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund kitna achha hai,” woh boli.



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“Mujhe pasand hai kaise yeh mujhe bharta hai.” “Yeh stan, Rekha,” Mukesh ne bola, haath upar karke, uske stan pakde. Usne unhe dabaya, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, nipples ko chhoda.“Yeh perfect hain.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tujhe mere stan pasand hain na?” woh boli, awaaz gandi. “Aaahhh, aur zor se daba.” Woh uske stan goonda, anguthe nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye, uske moans aur zor se. 

“Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, jism kamp raha tha. Maine apna lund sehlana shuru kiya bina jaane kyun, yeh ehsaas naya aur zabardast tha.Yeh maza achha laga, ek gudgudi jo main samajh nahi saka, pehli baar aisa karta hua.

Mera jism Maa ke moans, uske hilte stan, is gande scene pe react kar raha tha, aur main khud se nafrat karta tha par ruk nahi saka.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, frame charkhata hua, mattress Mukesh ki taakat ke neeche moan karta hua. 

Woh ek janwar tha, uske dhakke taakatvar the jab Maa uspe sawar thi, uski kamar usse mil rahi thi. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, control mein, jo unhe pagal kar dein.

Mukesh ne use roka, apna lund bahar nikala, gili awaaz tez thi. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, bistar se utha. “Main tujhe khade khade chodna chahta hoon.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, khade khade?” 

Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz hesitati par excited. “Tu mujhe woh sikha raha hai jo mere pati ne kabhi nahi kiya. Tu kitna ganda hai, Mukesh.”“Ganda wahi hai jo tujhe chahiye, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya. 

“Tera pati ek boring pati hai. Main tujhe dikhata hoon asli mard kaise chodata hai.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tu sahi hai,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Usne mujhe kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. Aaahhh, mujhe aur sikha.”“Aaj tujhe choda jayega jab tak tu use bhool na jaye,” Mukesh ne bola. 

“Tu ab meri randi hai, Rekha.”Usne use table pe le gaya, use jhukne ko kaha aur table pakadne ko. Maa ne maan liya, uski badi gaand upar uthi, haath table ke kinaare pe kase. Mukesh ne apna lund, jo abhi bhi sakht tha, uski chut mein dala, dheere dheere andar gaya.


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“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. Woh chodna shuru kiya, table hilta hua, uski gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti hui. Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha uska lund abhi tak kaise sakht tha—uski size, uski taakat, koi ajeeb baat nahi ki Maa ise pyar karti thi.

“Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, dheere kar,” Maa ne cheekha, awaaz dard se bhari. “Meri chut dukh rahi hai.”“Dukh rahi hai?” woh hasa, awaaz besharam. “Teri chut ko yeh lund pasand hai, Rekha. Ise achhi randi ki tarah le.”


“Aaahhh, main koshish kar rahi hoon,” woh boli. “Yeh itna bada hai, Mukesh. Oooohhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo.”“Meri is badi gaand pe thapki maar sakta hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Tujhe pasand hai jab yeh hilti hai?”



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“Mmm uuhhh, haan, thapki maar,” woh boli, awaaz besharam. “Aaahhh, meri gaand ko apna bana.”Usne uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, goosht hilta hua. Maa ne aur zor se moan kiya, “Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh!” Usne dobara thapki maari, gaand uchalti hui, laal nishaan bante hue. 

“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, randi?” usne poocha. “Aur chahiye?”“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, aur zor se,” woh maangi. “Meri gaand pe thapki maar, Mukesh.”Mujhe nahi pata tha kya mehsoos karna—yeh garam, ganda scene dekhna, mera haath mere lund pe tez chalta hua. 


Papa sochte the Maa wafadaar hai, par woh ek randi thi, uski morality chali gayi, uska jism Mukesh ka tha. Uska muh khula, moan karti hui, aankhein band, us maze mein khoyi jo Papa ke saath kabhi nahi mila. 

Mukesh ne uski gaand pe phir thapki maari, uski aankhon ne uski tight gaand ka ched dekha.Woh excited ho gaya jab usne Maa ka ched dekha, usne thooka, thook sidha Maa ke ched pe gira, aur thook ne Maa ke ched ko chamka diya. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh kya tha?” Maa ne saans li, awaaz shock mein kyunki use nahi pata tha kya uski gaand pe gira.“Apni chut pe focus kar, Rekha,” usne bola, awaaz gandi. “Peeche kya kar raha hoon, usse mat soch.”

“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz kampati hui. Use nahi pata tha ki Mukesh ne uski gaand pe thooka. “Aaahhh, bas mujhe chodta ja.”


Usne apna angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumaya, geeli khaal ko sehlaya, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Rekha, tera ched kitna tight hai,” usne kaha, awaaz gandi.


“Tune kabhi kisi ko isse chhune diya?”

“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” woh boli, awaaz ghabrayi hui. “Aaahhh, Mukesh, tu kya soch raha hai?”

“Soch raha hoon mujhe yeh ched chahiye, itna achha hai,” usne bola, angutha halke se dabaya. “Tujhe pasand hai jab main ise sehlata hoon?”“Mmm uuhhh, mujhe darr lagta hai,” usne maana, jism sakht hua. 


“Par… aaahhh haan haan yeh achha lagta hai jab tu meri gaand ke ched ko sehlaata hai, gudgudi hoti hai.”Main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta hua, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha. 


Papa ki wafadaar biwi chali gayi thi—yeh ek aurat thi jo gandagi mein khoyi thi, uska jism Mukesh ke bina ruke chodne ke neeche hil raha tha.

[Waseem990]

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[Wasifahim]

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[Rizwana Hasan]

wah! kamaal aur ekdom zabardast update

[Juggernaut]

superb update with superbly written skills!

[Ayush01111]

@Mahendra ji ap se ek swal kiya tha uske jawab ka intezar hai

[Farz@123]

Bhai update kab daloge

[Mahendra_]

Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh ke mixture mein phansa hua. Uski moan lambi thi, ek baar baar “aaahhh uuhhh” jab Mukesh uski chut ko zor se chodata tha, uska mota lund andar bahar, ek taakat ke saath jo chair ko charkhata aur hilata tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti thi, goosht hilta huma, pehle ki thapkiyon ke laal nishaan roshni mein chamakte the. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz randi jaisi, jism kamp raha tha, paseena uske curves pe tapak raha tha. Uski baatein mujhe shock kar rahi thi, har shabd Papa ke saath dhokha. 


“Main teri randi hoon,” usne pehle confess kiya tha, maana tha ki woh Mukesh ke baare mein soch ke khud ko chhuti thi, Papa ke baare mein nahi. Woh Maa jo mujhe “mera pyara beta” kehti thi, mere baal sehlati thi jaise main abhi bhi chhota hoon, woh chali gayi thi. Yeh aurat, jo Mukesh ke lund ke liye maang rahi thi, ek ajnabi thi, uski wafaadari uski besharam pyaas ne mita di thi.


“Rekha, tera gaand ka ched kitna tight hai,” Mukesh ne bola, uska angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumta hua, pehle ke thook se geela, chamakta hua. “Teri chut ko ab double maza mil raha hai, na?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz masti se bhari. “Tera angutha meri gaand pe… yeh jaise aag aur maza ek saath hai. 


Meri chut ko aur zyada mehsoos hota hai. 



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Oooohhh mmm, yeh bahut intense hai.” “Main har ched ka istemaal karunga, randi,” usne jawab diya, awaaz gandi, angutha uske ched pe halke se dabata hua jabki uska lund uski chut ko chodta raha, khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. 


“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”Kamra garmi aur hawas ke dhundh mein tha—unke paseene ki musky khushboo, chair ka rhythm mein charkhana, Maa ka chamakta jism uske dhakke ke neeche hilta hua. 


Uski poori stan hilte the, gaand uchalti thi, aur chehra maza aur sharam ka mix, aankhein aadhi band, hont har “aaahhh uuhhh” ke saath khule. Mukesh ne haath aage badhaya, uske stan peeche se dabaye, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, anguthe sakht nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye. 


Dheere dheere, usne unhe goonda, pehle halke se, phir zor se, nipples ko ungliyon ke beech dabaya, Maa ko saans lene pe majboor kiya. Uska chehra poora maza tha, muh khula, gaal laal, maathe pe paseene ki chamak, har dabav pe moan aur zor se. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, mere stan,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate. “Aur zor se daba, please.” 


“Tujhe kaun behtar chodata hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz gandi, haath abhi bhi uske stan pe, ungliyaan naram goondh mein. “Main ya tera bechara pati?” 


“Aaahhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz sharam se bhari, jism uske dhakke ke saath hilta hua. “Tu mujhe itna achha chodata hai. Mere pati ne mujhe kabhi aise nahi chhua. 


Oooohhh uuhhh, main kitni gandi biwi hoon, tere lund ke liye tarasti hoon.” “Tu ab meri randi hai,” usne bola, uske nipples ko chhoda, usse cheekh nikli. “Phir se bol, randi.” 


“Mmm uuhhh, main teri randi hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se tooti. “Main bahut gandi hoon, apne pati ke saath dhokha karti hoon, main buri maa aur buri biwi hoon. Aaahhh, par tera lund mujhe apna bana deta hai.” 


Main apna lund pakde raha, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha jab maine use sehlaaya, haath shaft pe upar neeche, ungliyaan kaske pakdi, phir dheeli, garmi badhti hui. Yeh mera pehla baar tha, aur mujhe nahi pata tha main kya kar raha hoon, par meri kamar mein gudgudi addictive thi, Maa ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur uske hilte jism se masturbation ki khoj. 


Yeh sharamnaak tha, apni Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekhna, uske gande confessions mere kaano mein goonj rahe the. Maine koshish ki rukne ki, aankhein band karke, haath ko rokne ki, par uske moans, uski uchalti gaand ne mujhe wapas khincha. 


Maza bahut achha tha, ek manaa hua josh jo mera dil dhadka raha tha. Maine apna lund tez sehlaaya jabki maza mehsoos ho raha tha, angutha tip pe, ungliyaan lambai pe, yeh ehsaas aur mazboot hota gaya, mera gunaah aur bhari. 


Yeh galat tha, Maa ki gandagi se paida hua gunaah, par main resist nahi kar saka, meri masoomiyat uske bure vyavhaar ke saath chali gayi. Mukesh bahar nikla, uska lund uske ras se geela, aur Maa ke haath pakde, use bistar ke paas le gaya. 


“Bistar pe jhuk, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz gandagi se bhari. “Main tujhe ab itna zor se chodunga.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, please ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz thaki hui, taangein kampati hui. 


“Main bahut thak gayi hoon, aur nahi le sakti.” “Thak gayi?” usne hasa, awaaz gandi. “Teri chut tapak rahi hai, randi. Tu is lund ke liye maang rahi hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, main khadi nahi reh sakti,” 


Maa ne moan kiya, jism hilta hua, paseena uski janghon pe tapakta hua. “Meri chut itni dukhti hai, Mukesh, please.” “Bistar pe jhuk ja, phir,” usne bola, use halke se jhukaya, haath bistar ke kinaare pe kase. 


“Main tujhe tab tak chodunga jab tak tu gir na jaye.” Maa ne ek taang bistar pe uthayi, uski chut khuli, chamakti aur khuli, folds gulabi aur chikne. Mukesh uske peeche khada hua, uska lund uske entrance pe chhua, phir dheere dheere andar gaya, inch by inch, use kholte hue.







“Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh! mera pyar, main tujhse itna pyar karti hoon, kaash tu mera pati hota,” Maa ne lambi cheekh ke saath, awaaz maza aur dard se bhari. Uska jism hila, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, paseena uski khaal pe chamakta hua. Woh thaki hui dikh rahi thi, chehra laal, aankhein bhari, saansein tooti hui. 


Do ghante ho chuke the, kamra unke josh se bhara, hawa unki musky khushboo se bhari, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua.“Main tujhe paanch ghante tak chod sakta hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uske dhakke steady, lund gehra ja raha tha. 
“Tere pati ne kabhi itna der tak choda?” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz kamzor, jism kamp raha tha. “Tu ek janwar hai, Mukesh. Aaahhh, main toot rahi hoon.” 


Mujhe Papa ke liye afsos hua, wahan yeh soch ke ki Maa wafadaar hai jabki woh kisi aur se chudne ke liye maang rahi thi. Yeh galat tha, unki shaadi ka dhokha, meri jaani hui family ke baare mein sab kuch. 


Par main confuse tha kyunki saari maayein achhi, pavitra honi chahiye, aisi randi nahi. Uski “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski khushi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, use woh chahiye jo Papa nahi de sakte. 


Main gussa hona chahta tha, usse nafrat karna chahta tha, par meri masoomiyat is soch pe chipki thi ki maayein hamesha achhi hoti hain, buri nahi. Uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi gandi thi, aur yeh meri feelings ko uljha raha tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hil rahi thi, goosht zor se uchal raha tha, Mukesh ke pehle ke thapad ke laal nishaan saaf dikhte the. Usne dobara uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, uska gaal jelly ki tarah hila, ek naya nishaan ubharta hua. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, teri thapkiyan,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz mein dard aur maza mila hua. “Yeh jalti hain, par mujhe pasand hai.” “Tujhe teri gaand pe thapki khana pasand hai, na?” usne poocha, dobara thapki maarte hue, goosht hilta hua. 


“Bata, randi.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mujhe pasand hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. “Yeh itna achha dard deta hai. Aaahhh, phir se maar.” Maa bistar pe chadhi jaise usne kaha, jhuk gayi, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein, ab aur gehra angle. 





Bistar charkhaya, mattress hilta hua, headboard rhythm mein deewar se takrata hua. Ek saath, unka paseena mila, chadar pe tapakta hua, roshni unke jismon ki parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke moans goonj rahe the, Mukesh ke grunts uske rhythm se milte hue. 


Kamra unki hawas se jeevant tha, hawa bhari, khushboo zabardast.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz naram, romantic. “Main thak gayi hoon, mere pyar. Please.” 


“Jab teri chut itni geeli hai tab ruk jaun?” Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Tu mujhe chodti rahegi, Rekha? Is lund ke liye chhup chhup ke aayegi?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mera pyar,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main tujhe chodti rahungi, Mukesh. Aaahhh, par please, mujhe break chahiye.” Mukesh aur gehra gaya, uska lund uske core tak, uske moans aur tez. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund meri kokh mein hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate, jism aur zor se hilta hua. 


“Yeh bahut gehra hai, main handle nahi kar sakti.” “Yahan meri jagah hai, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya, kamar aur zor se takrati hui. “Tera pati yahan kabhi nahi pahuncha.” 







Usne dobara uske gaand ke ched pe thooka, thook tight ring pe tapka, aur anguthe se uske chaaron taraf ghumaya, phir dheere se andar dala, resistance ke baad. 


Maa ne notice nahi kiya, uska focus uski chut ke maze pe tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans sab kuch daba rahe the. Mukesh hairaan laga, uska angutha poora uske gaand ke ched mein, tight goosht use pakde hue. 


“Yeh mehsoos kiya, Rekha?” usne chheda, awaaz mazaak mein, lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Aaahhh uuhhh, kya?” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz behoshi mein, kamar hilti hui. 


“Mera angutha teri gaand ke ched mein hai,” usne bola, use halka sa hilaya. “Tune notice bhi nahi kiya, na?” “Mmm uuhhh, nahi, maine nahi kiya, meri chut ka ehsaas itna zabardast hai aaahhhh,” woh saans li, awaaz shock mein. 


“Aaahhh, ab mehsoos ho raha hai. Meri chut ka pressure itna tha, mujhe pata nahi chala. Oooohhh uuhhh, main nahi maan sakti tune apni ungli meri gaand ke ched mein daal di.” 


“Tu perfect randi hai,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uska lund bina ruke, angutha uske gaand ke ched mein hilta hua. “Mera lund aur angutha ek randi ki tarah le rahi hai.” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, tu bahut achha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski taareef karti hui, awaaz tooti. “Par please, ruk ja, main bahut thak gayi hoon.” Main apna lund upar neeche sehla raha tha, haath kaske pakda, shaft pe sarka, tip pe precum se geela. Ab mujhe pata tha kaise karna hai, par mujhe nahi pata tha yeh masturbation hai. 


Yeh galat tha, ek gunaah jo Maa ke dhokhe ki nakal tha. Uska bura vyavhaar mujhe affect kar raha tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans mujhe uski gandi duniya mein kheench rahe the. 


Maine maana yeh galat tha, jaise uska dhokha, par main uska lead follow kiya, haath tez chalta raha, yeh ehsaas badhta gaya, ek gudgudi wali garmi jo main resist nahi kar saka. 


“Let ja, Rekha, mujhe dekh,” Mukesh ne hukum diya, awaaz hawas se bhari. “Mujhe teri aankhein chahiye jab main tujhe chodu.” “Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, mera pyar,” Maa ne moan kiya, kamzor aur haanfte hue, peeth pe let gayi, taangein kampati hui. 


Mukesh ne bina ruke apna lund uski chut mein dhakela, ek dum ka dhakka usse jhatka de gaya. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh!” woh cheekhi, awaaz kachi, jism hilta hua. “Bol tu mujhse pyar karti hai, Rekha,” usne bola, dhakke tez, bistar zor se charkhata hua. “Bol taaki main jhad sakoon.” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate, thakan saaf. “Jhad ja, please, main bahut thak gayi hoon, mera pyar.” 


Main usse nafrat karta tha ki woh uski baat maan rahi thi, uski randi ban rahi thi, uske hukum ko puppet ki tarah follow kar rahi thi. Mukesh ke dhakke tezi se badhe, uska lund uski chut mein zor se, bistar hilta hua, headboard aur zor se takrata hua. 


Uski saansein tooti hui, muscles sakht, chehra maza se bighda hua. “Rekha, main jhadne wala hoon,” usne bola, awaaz tani hui. “Tujhe apne pet pe chahiye?” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, mere pet pe jhad ja,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz urgent. “Please, Mukesh, kar de.” “Tujhe paint karne wala hoon, randi,” usne bola, dhakke beqabu. 


“Bol mujhe tera pani chahiye.” “Mmm uuhhh, mujhe chahiye, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein maangti hui. “Mujh pe jhad ja, please. Aaahhh, mujhe tera finish chahiye.” Usne ek aakhri, gehra dhakka diya, phir bahar nikala, uska lund pulsate karta hua jab usne apna pani uske pet pe chhoda. 


Gadhha, safed ropes bahar nikle, uski khaal pe coat kiya, nabhi mein jama hua, roshni mein chamakta hua. “Rekha!” usne moan kiya, jism kampata hua, haath uske lund ko har boond ke liye sehla raha tha, pani uske sides pe chadar pe tapakta hua. 

Maa wahan leti thi, haanfte hue, jism paseene se geela, chut abhi bhi khuli, chehra thakan aur rahat ka mix. 





Main apna lund tez sehla raha tha, haath geela, yeh ehsaas zabardast. Maine apna pehla pani apne haath pe chhoda, garam liquid mujhe hairaan karta hua, ek maza ka josh jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. 


Yeh kamaal ka laga, ek gudgudi wali rahat jo mujhe kamzor kar gaya, par mujhe pata tha yeh galat tha, maine sabse bura tareeka seekha masturbation ka Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekh ke. 


Gunaah bhari tha, meri masoomiyat uske dhokhe aur mere apne kaam se toot gayi thi. Mukesh uske bagal mein gir gaya, seena haanfta hua, aur Maa uske side mein simat gayi, uske seene ko dheere se chuma, hont wahan ruke. 


“Aaahhh, Mukesh, yeh meri zindagi ka sabse acha sex tha,” woh phusphusaayi, awaaz naram aur romantic. “Mera pati tere muqable kuch bhi nahi. Usne mujhe kabhi aise nahi choda, kabhi zinda mehsoos nahi karaya.” 


“Tu meri perfect randi hai, Rekha,” usne jawab diya, haath uske baalon ko sehla raha tha. “Teri chut meri hai, hamesha rahegi.” “Mmm, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main teri hoon, Mukesh. Mera pati mujhe deserve nahi karta.” “Tu mujhe yeh chut deti rahegi?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Har raat, Rekha?” “Haan, mera pyar,” woh phusphusaayi, dobara use chumte hue. 


“Main ruk nahi sakti. Tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya.” Main kamzor mehsoos kar raha tha, masturbation ke baad jism kharch hua, haath mere apne pani se chipchipa. 


Main apne kamre mein ladkhadaya, bistar pe gir gaya, meri feelings uljhi hui—gussa Maa ke dhokhe pe, gunaah mere apne kaam pe, confusion uski khushi pe. Woh ek achhi maa honi chahiye thi, par woh ek randi thi, aur main uske gunaah mein uska saath de gaya.

 
Main thak ke so gaya, par dopahar 3 baje Maa ki cheekhon se uth gaya. “Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!” woh chillayi, awaaz flat mein goonj rahi thi.


 “Mukesh, aur nahi, dard ho raha hai! Aaaaahhhh uuuuuuhhh nahi Mukesh mera pyar please nahi yeh dard karta hai aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh please ruk ja ooooohhhh.” 


“Yeh hamara chautha round hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz maghroor. “Tu ab bhi le rahi hai, randi.” Main dheere se keyhole pe gaya, par parde band ho gaye the, kamra chhupa hua tha. 


“Please, Mukesh, ruk ja!” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti hui. “Yeh bahut zyada hai, main nahi le sakti!” Main shock mein tha, samajh gaya maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina unbelievable thi. 


Uski dard bhari cheekhein—“Nahi, please, yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi. Main nahi dekh saka kyunki andar ka nazara nahi dikha. 


Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, haath ab aadat se chalta hua, yeh ehsaas ab jaana pehchaana par phir bhi galat. Mujhe gunaah mehsoos hua, par ab mujhe pata tha kaise masturbate karna hai, Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha, mera jism maze ke liye addict ho gaya tha bhale hi sharam thi.

[Farz@123]

Ekdum mast.... Abbb rekha ko pregnant karo

[Waseem990]

Very good 

[Sahanaz Popy]

Amazing update

[Kerry Watson]

Extraordinary and extremely exciting writing!! Please keep rocking like this way!

[Mohini Gupta]

wah! kya ek gajab aur kamuk kahaani hai yah! bahut hi Zabardast aur ekdum fataka writings!

[PodelaAmmu]

शानदार और असाधारण कहानी. आकर्षक और रोमांचक लेखन.

[Top Gun]

Absolutely wonderful and enticing writings! Just awesome and amazing story!

[Mahendra_]

Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, gunaah mehsoos kar raha tha par ab jaanta tha kaise karna hai, mera jism us ehsaas ka addict ho gaya tha, jo Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha.
 
Mera haath mere lund pe upar neeche chalta raha, pehle ke pani ki chipchipi garmi abhi bhi thi, maza ek manaa hua josh tha jo meri sharam se takrata tha.Maa ki cheekhein—“Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!”—mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, uski awaaz dard aur maze se kachi jab Mukesh usse chautha round chod raha tha. 

Maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina se shock, unki hawas ruk nahi rahi thi.Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh kyun bol rahi thi ki dard ho raha hai, doosre dinon mein maine kabhi usse Mukesh ko aise cheekhte nahi suna, kya woh kuch alag kar raha tha?Uski cheekhein—“Yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi, Papa ke dhokhe ka saboot, phir bhi main apne aap ko sehlana nahi rok saka, gudgudi wali garmi zabardast thi, meri masoomiyat uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans ke bojh ke neeche toot rahi thi. 


Main thak ke so gaya, jism kamzor, dil gunaah aur moh ke beech phata hua.Teen din baad, maine Maa ko wahi nazar se kabhi nahi dekha. Woh aurat jo mujhe achhe manners sikhati thi, jo garam aloo parathe banati thi muskurate hue, ab ek ajnabi thi, ek buri aurat, uske Mukesh ke liye “ooohhh uuhhh” moans meri yaad mein jal gaye.

Uska chehra, jo pehle naram aur maa jaisa tha, ab ek gandi chamak liye tha, uski aankhein Mukesh ke paas hone pe chamakti thi. Ek hissa usse bura, ganda, ek randi maanta tha jisne Papa ke saath kiye wade tode aur ab usse dhokha de rahi thi. 

Usne khud ko Mukesh ki “randi” kaha tha, maana tha ki woh uske liye khud ko chhuti thi, aur usse apni chut ghanton tak chudne di, uski cheekhein hamare flat mein goonjti thi.Maa ka woh vyavhaar galat tha, Papa ne jo morals sikhaye—wafaadari, izzat, family sabse upar—ke khilaaf. 

Par ek hissa usmein achhai bhi dekhta tha Mukesh ke saath. Uski hansi ghar bhar deti thi, uske kadam halke, uski khushi uske birthday party ke fairy lights jaisi chamakti thi.Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad Mukesh use woh deta tha jo Papa nahi de sakte. 

Yeh conflict mujhe kha raha tha, ek taraf chillati thi ki woh buri hai, doosri taraf phusphusaati thi ki woh ek khushi ke peeche bhaag rahi hai jo mujhe samajh nahi aati, jaise woh complex emotions jo maine Maa aur Mukesh ko ek doosre ko chodte dekhte hue mehsoos kiye.


Maine socha Papa ko batane ka, unka chehra tootne ka tasavvur kiya jab main bolta, “Maa tumhe dhokha de rahi hai aur Mukesh ko chod rahi hai.” Par main yeh nahi kar saka.Papa ka bharosa toot jata, unka dil toot jata, aur main unhe dard nahi dena chahta tha. 

Aur, Maa ki khushi mujhe confuse karti thi—uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski chamakti muskaan, saboot the ki woh Mukesh ke saath khil rahi thi.Papa ko batane se yeh sab khatam ho jata, aur mujhe nahi pata tha ki main uski khushi cheenna chahta hoon, bhale hi yeh galat tha. 

Woh Papa ke saath aisa kyun kar rahi thi? Woh der tak kaam karta tha, humare liye deta tha, chupke se usse pyar karta tha.Kya woh boring tha, jaise usne kaha? Kya usne kabhi usse Mukesh jaisa nahi choda, kabhi aise cheekhne nahi diya? Mujhe sex ka nahi pata tha, par uski masti bhari cheekhein batati thi ki Mukesh use achha maza de raha tha.


Yeh soch dard deti thi—Papa isse behtar deserve karte the, par Maa ka chamakta chehra, uski befikr hansi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, usse woh josh chahiye jo main samajh nahi sakta.Agle dino mein, Mukesh har raat hamare flat pe tha, Maa ko aise chodta tha jaise yeh uska mission ho. Unki moan—“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur zor se!”—deewaron se aati thi, bistar rhythm mein charkhata tha, bistar ek drum ki tarah bajta tha.

Kabhi kabhi, unhone bedroom ka darwaza khula chhoda, soch ke main bacha hoon jo samajh nahi sakta. Unke paseene ki musky khushboo hall mein thi, unke grunts aur uske “ooohhh uuhhh” cheekhein saaf thi. Maine nahi dekha, Papa ke sikhaye morals pe chipka—buri cheezon se door rehna.


Papa ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki achha bano, gunaah se door raho, aur Maa ke dhokhe ko dekhna unhe bhi dhokha dena lagta tha. Par main achhai dekhne laga—Mukesh usse khana banate hue gane ke liye kehta tha, uski kamar Bollywood heroine jaisi hilti thi, chehra khushi se chamakta tha.

Shayad yeh sab galat nahi tha, shayad usse yeh khushi deserve thi. Phir bhi, main unhe ek doosre ko chodte dekhne se bacha, mere morals curiosity se lad rahe the, uski moan ki awaaz mujhe tempt karti thi.Maa ka jism badal gaya, saaf dikhta tha. Uske stan bade ho gaye, blouse ke khilaaf dabte hue, kapda tight, jab woh jhukti thi to cleavage bahar aati thi.



 


Uski gaand bhi badi ho gayi, gol aur poori, jab woh chalti thi to hipnotize karti hui hilti thi, saree uspe chipki, curves bold aur besharam. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun—shayad Mukesh ka baar baar chhuna, uske haath hamesha uske goosht ko dabate hue, iska kuch karan tha, ya shayad uski khushi bahar nikli, uske jism ko reshape kiya.


Woh itni khush lagti thi, purane Hindi gaane gungunati, Mukesh pe muskurati jaise woh uska sooraj ho. Mere saamne, usmein koi sharam nahi thi, dining table pe uske honton pe kiss karti, kitchen mein uski badi gaand ko dabane deti, jab woh uske kaan mein gandi baatein bolta to hansi. 


Main nahi dekhta tha, darta tha ki woh chillayegi, “Raj, ghoorna band kar!” jaise usne ek baar kaha tha jab maine unhe sofa pe cuddling karte dekha, uski saree khisak ke uski jangh dikhayi thi. Usse nahi lagta tha ki woh buri hai, aisa behave karti thi jaise Mukesh se pyar pavitra ho, ganda nahi.

Uski confidence unshakable thi—woh aise chalti thi jaise sharam se azaad ho, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans saboot the ki usne is zindagi ko apna liya tha, us Maa se alag jo maine jaani thi.Ek shaam, maine Papa ke baare mein poocha, awaaz chhoti jab hum dining table pe baithe, curry ke saamne steam nikal rahi thi. 


“Maa, Papa kab wapas aayenge?” maine kaha, chawal chhedte hue.Woh muskurayi, awaaz garam par sakht, uski neeli bindi roshni mein chamakti. “Oh, Raj, mera pyara beta, ab iski chinta mat kar. 

Mukesh yahan humare saath hai, sab kuch sambhal raha hai, na?”“Par… Papa kab aayenge?” maine dabaya, dil doobta hua. “Raj, beta, Papa ke baare mein baat mat kar,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi sakht, aankhein thodi tang. “Mukesh humein itna khush kar raha hai. 

Tujhe woh pasand hai, na? Woh humare liye ek trip plan kar raha hai—ek maza ka adventure, hum teeno ke liye!”Uska jawab saaf tha: woh Papa ko bahar kar rahi thi, Mukesh se replace kar rahi thi. Yeh dard kiya, jaise woh us aadmi ko mita rahi thi jisne mujhe cycle chalana sikhaya, par uski trip ki excitement ne mood badal diya.“Trip?” maine poocha, aankhein badi. 

Mujhe trips pasand the—nayi jagah, jaise Mukesh aur mere imaginary lightsabers ke adventures.“Haan, beta!” woh chamki, paas jhukte hue, saree khisak ke uska collarbone dikha. “Mukesh humein Goa ke ek sundar resort pe le ja raha hai. 

Beaches, pools, aur bahut maza! Tujhe pasand aayega, Raj. Hum swim karenge, yummy khana khayenge, aur saath explore karenge.”“Wow, Goa!” maine kaha, dil tezi se dhadka. “Wahan water slides honge? Hum sandcastles bana sakte hain?” “Bilkul, mera pyara beta,” woh hansi, mere baal sehlaate hue, chudiyan khanakti hui. “Mukesh ne ek aisi jagah chuni jismein sab kuch hai jo tujhe pasand hai—slides, pools, aur ek kids’ club bhi. Woh kitna thoughtful hai, yeh sab tere liye bhi plan kiya.” 

“Yeh kitna exciting hai, Maa!” maine muskurate hue kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Hum kab ja rahe hain?” “Agla hafta, beta,” usne kaha, aankhein chamakti hui. “Mukesh sab kuch arrange kar raha hai. Woh kitna achha aadmi hai, na? Hamesha humara khayal rakhta hai.” “Main wait nahi kar sakta!” maine kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Yeh awesome hoga!”

“Mujhe pata tha tujhe excitement hoga,” woh muskurayi, awaaz naram. “Mukesh chahta hai humein best time mile. Woh ab hamara family jaisa hai, Raj, hamari zindagi ko itna special bana raha hai.”

Trip ne mujhe excite kiya, mera dimag Goa ke beaches aur Mukesh ke Jedi games ke tasavvur se bhar gaya. Par isne Maa ke baare mein meri soch nahi badli—woh ab bhi ganda thi, Papa ke saath dhokha karti hui Mukesh ke saath.

Uski koshish Papa ko bhulane ki saaf thi, Mukesh ki taareef—“Woh humare liye itna achha hai, beta,” ya “Dekh hum uske saath kitne khush hain”—jaise Papa ko replace karne ka campaign. Iska mujhe gussa aaya, yeh confirm karta tha ki uske kaam galat the, bhale hi uski hansi flat ko music se bhar deti thi.

Mukesh aur main paas aaye, bhale hi woh Maa ko chodta tha. Hum living room mein Jedi games khelte, imaginary lightsabers hilate, woh hasta, “Raj, tu ek achha Jedi hai, mere jaisa!” Uski muskaan garam thi, awaaz meharban, jaise pehle khelte the jab mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh meri Maa ko randi ki tarah chodta tha.

Mujhe woh pasand tha—woh mazboot, maza karne wala, mujhe dost ki tarah treat karta, cricket ball phenkta ya mere baal sehlaata. Par main uska lund Maa ki chut mein nahi bhool sakta tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans jab woh usse chodta tha, bistar raat bhar charkhata tha.Yeh ajeeb mix tha—use pasand karna aur uske Papa ki shaadi ke dhokhe se nafrat karna, mera dil dosti aur gusse ke beech phata hua. 

Trip ka hafta aa gaya, aur hum Goa ke ek resort mein pahunche, palm trees, turquoise pools, aur golden beaches ka paradise.Hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo thi, laheron ki awaaz bachchon ki hansi se milti hui. Maa ne ek stunning neeli saree pehni, silk uske curves pe chipki, stan poore aur bhari, blouse ke khilaaf dabte, neckline neechay, gehri cleavage dikhaati.


Uski badi gaand bahar nikli, saree tight, pantyline dikhati hui, goosht jab woh chalti thi to hilta, bold aur besharam. Woh Bollywood star jaisi dikhti thi, bindi chamakti, hont laal lipstick se, baal lehrate hue.






Maine socha Mukesh lucky tha, uske jism ka maza le raha tha—uske lush stan, gol gaand. Resort mein, woh couple ki tarah behave karte, haath pakde, phusphusate, chhupke se kiss karte jab unhe lagta tha main nahi dekh raha.

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