Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Kacchi Kali]

chamatkar,mazadar aur lazzatdar story!

[Waseem990]

Good stories

[Raja99]

Please continue, the story is so good

[Mahendra_]

    "Friends, bahut bahut shukriya, mujhe khushi hai ki aap sab ne meri kahani ko pasand kiya."

"Is adhyay mein daddy ko pata chalta hai ki woh apne drawer mein dildo, 'buttplugs' aur sexy lingerie dress chhupa rahi thi."

“Usne kaha tu jab yeh dekhegi toh samajh jayegi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhyan se dekha, kamre ki chhaya deewaron par hil rahi thi. “Usne kaha yeh tere aur uske bare mein hai, kuch khaas.” “Uske matlab kya hai, mere aur uske bare mein?” usne pucha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska chehra safed, uske haath USB drive par kas ke, hamare beech hawa bhari thi.“Usne kaha yeh kuch hai jo tum dono ne share kiya,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, juice ka glass table par bhool gaya. “Usne kaha tujhe yeh dekhne ke baad use call karna chahiye, uska number unblock karna.” 

“Woh mujhe call kyun karwana chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz shocked, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath aur zor se kaanpte, drive uski hatheli mein chhota. “Usne kaha woh tujhe yaad karta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske chehre ko dekha, kamre ki shanti uski saans ko aur tez kar rahi thi. “Usne kaha use tujhse baat karni hai, cheezon ko theek karna hai.”Woh chup ho gayi, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath sthir, bag aur drive uski god mein, jaise woh khayalon mein khoi hui, kamre ki shanti hamare aaspaas bhari thi. “Tujhe uske paas nahi jana chahiye, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hui, uske kadam tiles par tezi se, towel thoda hil raha tha. “Woh hamare liye acha nahi hai. 


Apna juice khatam kar aur homework kar.”Us raat, main uske kamre tak chupke se gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab maine andar jhaanka, hallway ka andhera mujhe lapet raha tha. Woh panties try kar rahi thi, ek ek karke—laal, kaala, neela—kapda uske jism ko chipka hua, uski harkatein dheemi aaine ke saamne, dheemi roshni uski twacha par chamak rahi thi.Woh panties ek ek karke pehni, mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun Mom Mukesh ke bheje hue panties pehen rahi thi, mujhe lagta hai iska matlab woh kahin na kahin usmein interested hai par sure nahi hai. Kyunki agar woh usmein interested nahi hoti, toh woh yeh sab panties aur lingerie jo usne bheja try nahi karti









Usne dildo pakda, uske haath kaanpte hue, uski aankhein chhoti, uski saans tezi se, jaise woh kisi yaad mein phasi hui. Usne lingerie pehna, lacy dress uske jism par kas ke, aur butt-plug uthaya, uski ungliyan us par chal rahi thi, uski saans tezi se, kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki siskariyon ke.Ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” nikal gaya jab woh hili, awaaz tez, uska jism Mukesh ka nishaan, jaise usne kaha tha, uske asar ka saboot. 

Main apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, mera jism tanavpurna jab main apne bistar par baitha, ghar mere aaspaas shant. Mujhe pata tha woh jaldi hi video dekhegi, uska jism uski duniya ki taraf kheechta hua, rok nahi pa rahi, aur main, ek bura ladka, yeh sab karwa raha tha, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se uchal raha tha, meri apni chahat pehle se zyada jal rahi thi.

Woh tightly fit thi, uski curves dikha rahi thi, uski badi gaand hil rahi thi jab woh aaine mein khud ko dekhti thi. Roshni uski twacha par pasina dikhayi, kamra bikhra hua, sarees aur panties zameen par aur bistar par bikhre hue, chadar uljhi hui. Yeh uske pehle ke safai se bilkul alag tha.

Mukesh se pehle, Mom ka kamra hamesha saaf hota tha, sarees almari mein tarteeb se rakhi hui, chudiyan lakdi ke dabbe mein sajayi hui, aur dresser par ek chhota machine se lavender ki khushboo. Ab, kamra pasine aur bhari khushboo se bhara tha, ishara ki Mukesh ne uski safai wali zindagi ko bikhra diya tha.Usne dildo apne haath mein pakda, uski ungliyan kaanpti hui, uski aankhein chahat aur darr se bhar gayi. 

Butt-plug aur lacy lingerie bistar par thi, roshni mein chamak rahi thi, uske raaz se bhari. Main dekhta raha, mushkil se saans lete hue. Mom ne dildo ko apne honton tak laya, dheere se harkat karte hue, jaise sapne mein ho.Kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki, na-munasib saanson ke. 

Usne apna muh khola, uski jeebh tip ko chhui. Rubber ka surface chamka jab woh usse andar sarka, uske hont uske ird-gird kas gaye. Usne dhire se chusa, pehle halke se, uski aankhein band, uski saans naak se bhari. Uske honton ki geeli awaaz dheemi par shant kamre mein saaf thi.

Uski gaand thodi hili, kaale panties stretch hue, aur ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” shanti ko toota, tez aur gila, uska dheela gaand ka chhed dikha raha tha, Mukesh ke lund se khincha hua, uske jism par uska control ka nishaan. Uska chusna aur zor ka hua, dildo aur gehre gaya, uske hont kas ke, uski jeebh uske ird-gird hili.

Ek naram siskari uske gale se nikli, “Mmm…” Uska chehra laal ho gaya, pasina uske maathe par chamka, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab woh is pal mein kho gayi. Yeh nazara itna ganda tha ki mera lund meri shorts mein sakht ho gaya, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se tezi se dhadka, hawa uski chhupi chahat se bhari thi.[giff 5]Achanak, uski aankhein chhoti khul gayi, shock se bhari, jaise woh sapne se jagi ho. 

Usne dildo ko apne muh se bahar nikala, thook ki ek lakeer uske honton se latki, roshni mein chamakti hui jab tak uski thodi par nahi giri. “Main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne apne aap se dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh dildo ko dekhi, uske thook se gila. Aaine mein uska chehra guilt aur chahat ke beech phata hua tha.

“Woh Mukesh… usne mujhe sach mein randi bana diya.” Uski awaaz dheemi aur tooti hui thi, uski aankhein zameen par bikhre kapdon par, jaise woh uski sharam rakhte hon. “Usne meri chut aur meri gaand chodi, mujhe yeh gandi cheezein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab main uske lund ke bare mein sochna band nahi kar sakti.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uske shabd kacche aur bechain.

“Main ek maa hoon, ek patni, koi randi nahi jo yeh cheez chusti hai, par woh harami Mukesh ne mujhe is gandagi par sochne ke liye majboor kiya.” Usne apne muh ko haath ke peeche se pounchha, uska chehra safed, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab usne sir hila. Upar ceiling fan ka halka hum hawa ko hila raha tha. 
“Main use kyun nahi chhod sakti? Main is paap mein kyun phasi hui hoon?” Uska jism kaanp gaya, uski aankhein dildo par band, guilt aur chahat uske andar lad rahi thi, hawa uske shabdon se bhari.Main sthir khada raha, mera kaan darwaze ke frame par, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab uske shabd mujhe lage, har ek sharam aur zarurat se bhara. Mukesh ka us par itna zor ka pakad mujhe sihran de gaya. 

Hallway shant tha, har awaaz ko aur bada kar raha tha. Usne phir sir hila, dheere se bolti hui, “Nahi, mujhe yeh band karna hoga, main yeh jari nahi rakh sakti.”Uske haath kaanp gaye jab usne panties, lingerie, butt-plug, aur dildo uthaya. 

Woh tezi se hili, uski saree dresser se takrayi, ek pal ke liye phas gayi. Usne bedside table ka drawer khola, lakdi ki chhoti si khurachne ki awaaz, aur cheezein andar daal di, purane scarf ke neeche chhupa di. Uski ungliyan kaanpti thi jab woh unhe gehre dhakeli, jaise woh apne paap ko chhupa sakti ho. 
Usne drawer ko dhire se band kiya, ek halki si thud, awaaz shant kamre mein saaf thi.Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein dresser par band. Khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, uske chehre par chhaya chhalki, jaise uski koshish ko has rahi ho. Mujhe pata tha Mukesh ka pakad bahut zor ka tha, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uski gandi duniya mein kho gaya.

Main chupke se apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, uska dildo chusne ka nazara aur Mukesh ke bare mein uske shabd mere dimaag mein atke hue. 

Mera kamra andhera tha, hawa thandi, khuli khidki se chameli ki halki khushboo, ghar ki garmi se mil rahi thi. Main apne bistar par baitha, mattress mere neeche dhasa, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. Main apne aap ko rok nahi saka, mera haath andar sarka, tezi se hilane laga aur masturbate karne laga.Uski gandi harkat aur randi hone ke shabd mujhe jangli bana rahe the. 

Meri saansein tezi se thi, mera jism tanavpurna. Padosi ke radio ki halki awaaz deewar ke paar se aayi, meri harkaton se mil rahi thi. Release tezi se aur zor se aaya jab maine Mukesh ke mom ke chhed chodne ke bare mein socha, mera dimaag uske paap ke thrill se ghoom raha tha. 

Meri apni chahat mujhe ek naya insaan bana rahi thi, ek bura ladka Mukesh ki gandi duniya mein phasa hua, use aur gehre doobte dekhna chahta tha.Agla din, ghar bhari laga, hawa raaz se bhari. Subah ki dhoop khidkiyon se aayi, living room ki deewaron par sunehri lakeerein banayi. Chai aur paratha ki khushboo kitchen se aayi. Papa teen din ke kaam ke trip se wapas aaye, unka suitcase zameen par thump kiya jab woh andar aaye. 

Unka chehra thaka hua par garm, unka cologne masalon ki khushboo ke khilaf zor ka tha. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya, unke haath mazboot, unki awaaz safar se khurduri.“Raj, mera ladka, ghar wapas aana kitna acha lagta hai.” Unki muskaan sach thi, unki aankhein ghar mein dekhi, deewar par framed photos par ruki—ek family beach trip, Mom ki muskaan tasveer mein chamakti hui. 

Mom kitchen mein thi, uski saree thodi dheeli, tezi se harkat kar rahi thi jab woh paratha pan par palat rahi thi.Uska chehra tanavpurna tha, normal dikhane ki koshish mein. Tel ka sizzle shant subah mein tez tha, uske haath thoda kaanpte hue kaam kar rahe the. Us dopahar, main living room mein tha, TV par cricket match chal raha tha, commentator ki awaaz halki si hum. Mom aur Papa ke bedroom se ek zor ki siskari aayi, phir Papa ki awaaz, tez aur shocked. 

“Raj, jaldi yahan aa!” Unki awaaz ghar ki shanti ko kaat rahi thi, mera dil uchal gaya.Main hallway se dauda, mere sneakers tiles par khisakte hue, meri pulse tezi se jab main unke kamre tak pahuncha. Darwaza poora khula tha. Papa bistar ke paas khade the, unka chehra safed, aankhein shock se chhoti, haath kaanpte hue jab woh chadaron par dekhe. 

Bistar par jaise koi galat cheez ka saboot, dildo, butt-plug, aur lacy lingerie faila hua, khidki se aati roshni mein chamakta hua. Paas mein khula drawer dikhaya kahan se unhone yeh paya.Kamra Mom ke chameli perfume ki halki khushboo se bhara tha, hawa tanav se bhari. Ek chhudi zameen par padi thi, roshni mein chamakti hui, kamre ke bikhraav ka chhota sa nishaan. “Raj, jao Rekha ko bula.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi par sthir, unki aankhein cheezon par band, jab kas ke, unke haath kamar par. 

Bahar ek kutta bhounka, awaaz khidki se halki si aayi.“Mujhe abhi usse baat karni hai, akele, kuch serious ke bare mein.” “Kya hua, Papa?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Dhoop kamre mein lambi chhaya banayi, hawa uske paaye hue cheezon ke wazan se bhari. “Tu bahut pareshan lag raha hai, jaise kuch bura hua ho.” 

Papa ruke, unki aankhein meri aankhon se nahi mili, unki awaaz shant par bhaavna se bhari. “Yeh kuch hai jo maine expect nahi kiya, Raj, kuch jo hamare ghar mein nahi hona chahiye.”Unki awaaz bhari thi, unke haath thoda dheele hue jab unhone bistar ki taraf ishara kiya, cheezein roshni mein out of place dikhi. “Bas jao Rekha ko bula. Yeh kuch hai jo hamein akele baat karni hai.” 

Maine sar hila, mera dil dhadak raha tha, aur kitchen ki taraf jaldi gaya. Mom counter pounchh rahi thi, uski saree thodi sarki, uska chehra tanavpurna. Hawa jeera aur tale hue pyaz ki khushboo se garm thi, glass ka halka clink counter par shanti ko toota.“Mom, Papa tujhe bula rahe hain.” Meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha. 

Uske haath ruke, uski aankhein chinta dikhayi. “Woh kya chahta hai, beta?” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne towel neeche rakha, uski aankhein mujhse jawab maang rahi thi. “Usne koi specific baat kahi, Raj? Kya woh ghar mein kisi cheez se pareshan hai?” “Woh tumhare kamre mein hai.” Meri awaaz naram, aisa dikhawa karte hue ki mujhe kuch nahi pata. 

Kitchen ki garmi bhari thi, fridge ka halka hum background mein. “Woh serious lag raha hai, Mom, jaise kuch sach mein usse pareshan kar raha ho. Tujhe jake dekhna chahiye kya hua.”Usne apne haath towel se pounchhe, tezi se hili, uski saans na-munasib, aur mere peeche bedroom ki taraf chali. 

Uski kadmon ki awaaz halki si goonji, uski badi gaand hilti hui, ghar shant tha siwaye door ke TV ki awaaz ke. Jab woh darwaze tak pahunchi, woh ruk gayi, uski aankhein bistar par dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie par band gayi. Papa unke paas khada tha, uska chehra serious par confused, uske haath kamar par. 

Uska chehra safed ho gaya, uska muh khula, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne darwaze ka frame pakda, uski saans ruk gayi jaise woh pakdi gayi ho.Woh haklaya, “Yeh… yeh sab yahan kaise aaya, Anil?” Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein Papa aur cheezon ke beech hili, uska jism tanavpurna, dhoop uske maathe par pasina dikhayi. 

“Raj, bahar khelne ja.” Mom ki awaaz tez par kaanpti, uski aankhein bistar se nahi hati, uske haath darwaze ke frame ko kas ke pakde, uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. “Mujhe tere papa se private baat karni hai, beta, aur mujhe tujhe thodi der ke liye akela chhodna hai.”

“Par kya ho raha hai, Mom?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Kamra tanav se bhara tha, hawa uske perfume aur Papa ke shock se bhari. “Tum dono itne pareshan lag rahe ho, jaise kuch bada hua ho.” “Bas ja, Raj, please.” Uski awaaz zor ka, uski aankhein ek pal ke liye meri aankhon se mili, panic se bhari, uski ungliyan darwaze ke frame mein dab rahi thi. “Mujhe tere papa se akela baat karni hai, aur main nahi chahti tu yahan rahe is baat ke liye.”

Maine sar hila, bahar nikla, par jane ke bajaye, maine kaan band darwaze par lagaya, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab maine unki awaazon ko suna, dheemi aur tanavpurna. Ghar shant tha siwaye unke shabdon ke, khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, hallway mein halki chhaya banayi. “Rekha, yeh cheezein hamare drawer mein kya kar rahi hain?” 

Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur shock se bhari. Woh bistar par baitha, cheezein chadaron par faili hui, dheemi roshni mein chamakti hui. “Main apna charger dhoondh raha tha phone plug karne ke liye trip ke baad, aur mujhe yeh dildo, yeh lingerie, yeh… ajeeb cheez mili. Main nahi samajhta, Rekha. Yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh hamare ghar mein kyun hain?”

Mom haklayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske shabd tezi se panic mein nikle. “Main… Anil, yeh bas cheezein hain jo maine li, koi badi baat nahi. Maine nahi socha tha tu inhe aise payega, main kasam khati hoon. Main inhe chhupa rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki main inka kya karoon.” “Yeh kis liye hain, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz shant par confusion se bhari. 

Woh aage jhuka, uske haath uske ghutnon par, uski aankhein uske chehre par. “Yeh lingerie bilkul alag hai jo tune mere liye kabhi pehna. Tu inhe kyun rakhti hai? Kya tu inhe kisi ke liye use karne wali thi?”Mom ruki, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh wazan badli, uski saans na-munasib. “Maine yeh tere liye kharida, Anil.” 

Uske shabd tezi se, sachchai dikhane ki koshish mein, par uska haklana uski nervousness dikhaya. “Maine socha main tujhe surprise karungi, kuch sexy pehnoongi taaki cheezein exciting ho, hamari raaton ko phir se khaas banane ke liye. Main bas acha feel karna chahti thi, tujhe khush karna, hamare beech thodi masti wapas laana.”Papa ne saans chhodi, uski awaaz naram par sthir. 

“Rekha, tu jaanti hai main aisi cheezon mein nahi hoon. Main ek aisa aadmi hoon jo cheezon ko sahi tarike se karta hai, aur yeh lingerie, yeh objects, yeh galat lagte hain, hamare parivaar ke liye acha nahi. 

Main Raj ke bare mein chinta karta hoon, agar usne yeh cheezein dekhi toh kya sochta hoga, yeh uske bade hone par kaise asar karega jab uski maa aisi cheezein chhupati hai.”“Mujhe maaf kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske haath uski saree ke kinaare se nervously mod rahe the. “Maine nahi socha yeh kisi ko chot pahunchayega, main kasam khati hoon. 

Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi, zinda feel karna, hamari shaadi mein thodi chamak wapas laana, jo hamein miss ho raha tha. Mera irada tujhe pareshan karna ya aisa feel karana nahi tha.” “Kya hamare bete Raj ne yeh cheezein dekhi?” Papa ki awaaz tezi se jab woh khada hua, uski chhaya kamre mein hili, uske haath phir se kamar par. 

“Please mujhe bata, Rekha, usne nahi dekha. Woh bas ek ladka hai; use aisi cheezein hamare ghar mein nahi dekhni chahiye.” “Nahi, Anil, usne nahi dekha.” Mom ki awaaz tezi se, haklati hui jab woh use shant karne ki koshish karti thi, uski saans na-munasib. 

“Maine inhe drawer mein chhupaya tha, maine sure kiya. Main kabhi Raj ko aisi cheez dikhane nahi doongi, main kasam khati hoon, main careful thi.”“Yeh kahan se liye, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz curious jab unhone lingerie uthayi, kapda unke haathon mein naram, unki aankhein usse dhyan se dekhi. 

“Yeh yahan ke dukaanon se nahi hain, aisi cheezein jo paas mein milti hain. Yeh kahan se aayi? Tune inhe kaise paya?” Mom ruki, uski awaaz ruk gayi jab woh nervously wazan badli. “Main… maine inhe… Mu—” Woh achanak ruki, apne shabd theek karti hui, uski awaaz kaanpti. 

“Mera matlab, city ke ek shop se, Anil, ek nayi jagah jo maine ek din shopping karte hue payi, kuch alag dhoondh rahi thi.”Papa ruke, uski awaaz naram aur confused jab unhone lingerie bistar par rakha. “Tune kyun ek naam shuru kiya, Rekha?” Unki awaaz zyada surprise thi na ki suspicious, unke haath bistar par, unki aankhein uske chehre par. 

“Tu aajkal itna badal rahi hai, aur main nahi samajhta. Tu woh aurat nahi hai jisse maine shaadi ki, woh Rekha jo main jaanta hoon.”“Maine kuch bhi kehne ka matlab nahi tha.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uski saans na-munasib, uske haath abhi bhi saree ko mod rahe the. 

“Main bas confused hoon, Anil, apne khayalon mein uljhi hui. Mujhe nahi pata kyun main aise behave kar rahi hoon, kamre ko bikhra hua chhod rahi hoon, cheezon ko jaisa pehle rakhti thi waisa nahi rakh rahi.” 

“Kamra itna bikhra kyun hai, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz udaas, hawa unki disappointment se bhari. Woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein. “Tu pehle ghar ko perfect rakhti thi, sab kuch saaf aur jagah par. Ab aisa lagta hai tu koi aur hai, koi jo main nahi jaanta, aur yeh mujhe dara raha hai.”

“Main jaanti hoon, Anil, mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske shabd naram aur toote hue jab woh paas aayi. “Mujhe lagta hai main khud ko kho rahi hoon, jaise main control mein nahi hoon. Mera dimaag wahan jata hai jahan nahi jana chahiye, aur main cheezon ko jod nahi pa rahi—na kamra, na khud ko. Mujhe nahi pata mere saath kya ho raha hai.” “Kya tujhe pareshan kar raha hai, Rekha?” 

Papa ki awaaz naram par sthir jab woh khada hua, uske kadam tiles par naram, uski chhaya uske paas. “Tu ab normal nahi behave kar rahi, jaisi Rekha se maine pyar kiya. Main teri aankhon mein dekhta hoon, tu kaise harkat karti hai, jaise kuch tujhe door kheech raha hai. Woh kya hai? Please mujhse baat kar.”

“Mujhe nahi pata kaise samjhaoon, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti, kamra shant siwaye uski na-munasib saanson ke. “Mujhe bechaini lagti hai, jaise mere khayal wahan ja rahe hain jahan nahi jana chahiye, jo mujhe guilty par zinda feel karata hai, aisa jo main nahi samajh sakti. Jaise main har roz khud se lad rahi hoon.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar par udaasi se bhari. Kamra tanavpurna tha, bahar bacchon ke khelne ki halki awaaz khidki se aayi. 

“Rekha, main tujhse pyar karta hoon, tu yeh dil se jaanti hai. Par yeh cheezein—lingerie, doosri cheezein—yeh tu nahi hain. Yeh un auraton ke liye hain jo alag tarah se jeeti hain, jo apne parivaar ki parwah nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain, tere jaisi patni, maa ke liye nahi.”Mom ne siskari li, uski awaaz tez aur thoda gussa. 
Woh peeche hati, uske haath neeche gire. “Randi auratein, Anil? Tu mujhe aisa kaise bol sakta hai?” Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se gusse mein. “Main teri patni hoon, koi gali ki aurat nahi! Main in cheezon se tujhe ya hamare parivaar ko chot nahi pahunchana chahti!” 

“Main tujhe aisa nahi bol raha, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz shant, apne shabd theek karte hue jab woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein, uski aankhein naram par udaas. “Main bas keh raha hoon yeh tu nahi hai, woh aurat nahi jisse maine pyar kiya, jisse maine yeh parivaar banaya. 
Tu aisi auraton jaise behave kar rahi hai jo TV par dikhti hain, jo har cheez ke upar pleasure chase karti hain, parivaar ya sahi galat ki parwah nahi karti, aur yeh mujhe chinta deta hai.”

Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, sach jaanta hua—Mom ek randi thi, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se badli hui, uska jism uski gandi duniya ke liye tars raha tha. Par Papa ko nahi pata tha, uski awaaz shock aur udaasi se bhari, shak nahi. “Mujhe maaf kar agar maine tujhe pareshan kiya, Anil.” 

Mom ki awaaz naram, shalinta rakhne ki koshish mein, hawa uske sach chhupane ke effort se bhari. “Main nahi chahti tu mere bare mein bura sochta. Main bas struggle kar rahi hoon, samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mere saath kya ho raha hai, kyun mujhe andar yeh zarurat mehsoos hoti hai, jo main samjha nahi sakti.”

“Main khush nahi hoon, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur udaas, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke, roshni dheemi jab suraj neeche gaya. “Main is behaviour se shocked hoon, in cheezon se jo tu chhupa rahi hai. Anal stuff… yeh sahi nahi, yeh un auraton ke liye hai jo apne parivaar ki value nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain. 

Maine socha tu alag thi, ki hamne apni zindagi pyar, respect, aur sahi kaam par banayi.” Mom ki awaaz tez hui, ab gussa, uske kadam jab woh pace karti thi, tiles uske pairon ke neeche thande. “Ise galat mat bolo, Anil, aur mujhe aisa mat bolo!” 

Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se defiance mein. “Main randi nahi hoon, main teri patni hoon! Main yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mujhe kya chahiye, zinda feel karne ke liye, is boring zindagi se bahar nikalne ke liye jahan main lagta hai main fade ho rahi hoon!”“Fade ho rahi hai?” 

Papa ki awaaz udaas aur pyar se bhari jab woh paas aaya, uske haath thoda aage badhe. “Rekha, main tujhe sab kuch deta hoon—mera pyar, mera support, mera waqt jab main kaam nahi kar raha hoon hamare liye provide karne ke liye. Tujhe kyun lagta hai tu fade ho rahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye zinda feel karne ke liye, jab tere paas hamara parivaar, hamara ghar hai?” “Mujhe nahi pata, Anil.”

 Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uski saans bhari jab woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde. “Main cheezein chhupa nahi rahi tujhe chot pahunchane ke liye, main kasam khati hoon. Mujhe bas lagta hai main kaafi nahi hoon, jaise mere andar yeh khaali pan hai jo main bhar nahi sakti, aur yeh cheezein mujhe kuch feel karati hain, chahe woh galat ho.”

Papa ki awaaz stunned jab unhone dildo phir uthaya, uski aankhein shock se chhoti. “Yeh dildo, Rekha.” Unki awaaz disbelief se bhari, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. 

“Maine socha tu ek achhi patni, achhi maa hai. Yeh dekhkar mujhe sab kuch par sawaal uth raha hai.” Mom ki awaaz gusse mein badli, uske shabd tez. “Main abhi bhi teri patni hoon, Anil.” Uski awaaz tez jab woh pace karti thi, uski harkatein tezi se. “Maine dildo isliye kharida kyunki main gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, jo tu nahi samajhta! Main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe yeh zaruratein nahi hain!”

[Purvi Mehra]

Great going buddy

[Purvi Mehra]

मेरा आपसे एक अनुरोध है कि कृपया अंतरधार्मिक विषय पर आधारित एक और वयस्क कहानी शुरू करें जिसमें एक निम्न-वर्गीय, विपरीत लिंग का कट्टर स्थानीय अपराधी, जिसका कम से कम 10 इंच लंबा और 4 इंच मोटा एक विशालकाय, बिना कटे काले लिंग वाला, एक अत्यंत रूढ़िवादी और धनी परिवार की अत्यंत पाकीज़ा, मजाबी और पक्की वफ़ादार महिला को धीरे-धीरे और लगातार रिझाता है। आप इस कहानी को इस चल रही कहानी को पूरा करने के बाद या इस रोमांचक कहानी के साथ ही शुरू कर सकते हैं।

Totally agree with you 

[Kacchi Kali]

ashadaran,lovely aur mast update!

[Ayush01111]

Ek kaam karo writer sahab rekha ka divorce karwa do isi ghagde me kyu ki rekha phir se dhoka degi

[Maghibaj]

bahut badiya update,mast aur lajawab writings! bahut hi shandaar kahaani!

[Abbu ki jaan Ayisha]

Really amazing and mesmerising story line.

[Husn Hai Suhana]

Bahut badhiya ek garam,exciting aur masaladar kahaani yah

[Sintia]

Ekdum lajawab aur umda update. Bahut bahut garam aur kamuk kahaani. Excellent and exciting writing

[Mahendra_]

Dhanyavaad doston aapke jawaabon ke liye, kripya jawaab dena jaari rakhein. Aur jinhonne apni maangen rakhi, main unhe kahani aage badhne ke saath vichaar karoonga, ab is agli update ko padhein, mujhe yakin hai aapko yeh pasand aayega."

Main sunta raha, mera dil uchal raha tha, Mom par garv mehsoos hua ki usne apna mann khulke bola, uski awaaz mazboot, uski chahat saaf, uski randi fitrat, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se bani, chamak rahi thi. Papa ka chehra safed tha, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz shocked jab woh khada hua. 


“Mujhe chillao mat, Rekha.” Uski awaaz sthir par shant thi, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. “Main samajhne ki koshish kar raha hoon, par yeh sahi nahi hai. Yeh cheezein hamare ghar mein, hamare parivaar mein nahi honi chahiye.” “Mujhe maaf kar chillane ke liye.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Main bas nayi cheezein, gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, Anil. 


Main rok nahi sakti, yeh mujhe abhi chahiye, jo main crave karti hoon.”Papa ki awaaz tez hui, uska sur teekha, hawa tanavpurna. “Gandi cheezein randi auraton ke liye hain, Rekha.” Uske shabd uske vishwas se bhare, jab unhone dildo neeche rakha. “Main yeh cheezein nahi karunga, isliye nahi ki main tujhse pyar nahi karta, par kyunki yeh galat hain, kyunki yeh hamare parivaar mein, hamari zindagi mein nahi honi chahiye.” 


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uska sur shalinta par tanavpurna. “Main randi nahi hoon, Anil.” Uske shabd naram, kamra shant siwaye uski awaaz ke, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde hue. “Main bas kho gayi hoon, kuch dhoondh rahi hoon jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, kuch jo is khaali mehsoos ko bhare.”


“Main chahta hoon tu ek achhi maa, achhi patni bane.” Papa ki awaaz sthir, sikhane wali, uske haath uski god mein jab woh baitha. “Sahi kaam karna matter karta hai, Rekha. Humne yeh parivaar respect, pyar par banaya, is tarah ki cheezon par nahi, jo Raj ko chot pahuncha sakti hain, hamein alag kar sakti hain. 


Main yeh soch bhi nahi sakta ki hum jo rakhte hain usse kho doon.” Mom chup khadi rahi, uska gussa andar jal raha tha, par usne jawab nahi diya, uski saans bhari, zameen uske pairon ke neeche sthir. Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki hamara parivaar tootna shuru ho raha tha, Mom ki randi fitrat, Mukesh se bani, Papa ke mazboot vishwas se takra rahi thi. 


Yeh do duniyaon ka takraav tha—Mom ki gandi khushi ki chahat, Mukesh ke lund se jagi, Papa ke saaf, sahi zindagi ke vishwas ke khilaf.Main yeh us bikhre kamre mein dekha, us porn mein jo woh dekhti thi, us tarah se jis tarah usne dildo chusa, uski gaand se fart nikla, uska jism paap se nishaan, jabki Papa apne values par atak rahe the, us parivaar ke pyar ke liye jo door ja raha tha, Mukesh ki chhaya ke bare mein na jaante hue. 



Yeh ek toofan ki shuruaat thi, Mom ki Mukesh ki duniya ki zarurat usse Papa ki sthir, sahi zindagi se door kheech rahi thi, jaise ek nadi ek chattan ke ird-gird bhatakti hai, kabhi nahi milti. “Mujhse aise baat karna band kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz tez, lagbhag besharm, hawa uske defiance se bhari jab woh phir pace karti thi. 


“Main ek aurat hoon, mujhe zaruratein hain, gandi zaruratein, aur main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe nahi hain. Main zinda feel karna chahti hoon, aisi cheezein jo mera dil tezi se dhadkaye, chahe tu nahi samajhta.”Papa ki awaaz sthir, uska sur udaas par mazboot jab woh paas aaya, uski chhaya hili. 


“Main tujhe acha sex deta hoon, Rekha.” Uske shabd dheeme aur pyar se bhare. “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main tujhe bed par khush karne ki koshish karta hoon, tujhe khush rakhne ke liye. Yeh kaafi kyun nahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye?” “Yeh kaafi nahi hai, Anil.” 


Mom ki awaaz tez, usse door dhakelti hui, uske kadam tezi se jab woh pace karti thi. “Mujhe aur chahiye, kuch jangli, kuch jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, har raat wahi ek jaisa nahi! Mujhe hamare paas se zyada chahiye!” “Aise baat karna band kar.” Papa ki awaaz teekhi, kamra shant siwaye unki awaazon ke, hawa unki ladai se tanavpurna. 


“Yeh tarah patni ko baat nahi karni chahiye, Rekha. Tu in cheezon ko tujhe badalne de rahi hai, mujhse door kheech rahi hai, Raj se, hamare parivaar se.”“Mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Mera irada tujhe chot pahunchana nahi tha, Anil. 


Main yeh cheezein kachre mein phenk doongi, main wada karti hoon. Main tujhse ladna nahi chahti.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar aur udaasi se bhari. “Mujhe bhi maaf kar, Rekha.” Uske shabd bhaavna se bhare jab woh paas aaya, uske haath uske haathon ke liye aage badhe. 


“Main nahi chahta hamara parivaar toot jaye, beta. Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main Raj se pyar karta hoon. Hum yeh theek kar sakte hain, saath mein, agar hum koshish karen.” “Main bhi tujhe nahi khona chahti.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi, kamra shant jab unhone gale lagaya, unke gale lagne ki awaaz naram, bhaavna se bhari. 


“Main behtar banne ki koshish karungi, Anil, tere liye, Raj ke liye, hamare parivaar ke liye.” Main darwaze se peeche hata, mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki Mom jhooth bol rahi thi, uske shabd uski sachchai chhupa rahe the, Mukesh ki gandi duniya ki uski zarurat itni zor ka thi ki chhod nahi sakti. 


Us din, usne cheezein nahi phenki. Balki, woh intezaar karti rahi jab tak Papa shower mein nahi gaya, paani ki awaaz ghar mein tez, bathroom se bhaap nikal rahi thi. Woh chupke se apne kamre mein gayi, uske kadam shant, aur drawer khola, dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie ko dhyan se nikala. 


Woh unhe hallway ke storage closet mein le gayi, hawa thandi aur dhool bhari, aur ek purane metal box mein chhupa diya, kuch kambalon ke neeche. Box ka dhakkan ek halke clank se band hua, awaaz ghar ki shanti mein dheemi. Usne unhe nahi phenka kyunki woh uske liye bahut matlab rakhte the—Mukesh ki yaadein, usne jagayi khushi, gandi duniya jo woh crave karti thi, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uske paap mein kho gaya. 


Box uska raaz tha, uski chahat ka safe jagah, saboot ki woh kabhi Papa ke paas wapas nahi ja rahi thi, unka parivaar tootna shuru, ek darar aur badi hoti hui, uski randi fitrat se chali, uska dil Mukesh ki duniya se bandha, usse us zindagi se door kheechta hua jo Papa rakhna chahta tha.Agli subah, ghar ek knife ki dhaar par laga, tanavpurna aur nazuk. 


Dhoop kitchen ki khidkiyon se kaat rahi thi, steel sink par chamakti hui. Mom counter par khadi thi, uski saree thodi si silvaton wali, pyaz tezi se aur na-munasib katti hui. Main uski badi gaand dekha, woh safed top aur silky neela trouser pehni hui thi. Uski gaand sach mein hil rahi thi jab woh pyaz kaat rahi thi, mujhe vishwas nahi hua Mukesh kitna lucky tha ki usne meri mom ki gaand chodi. 


Meri mom ki yeh badi gaand itni achhi gaand hai chodne ke liye. Jab tum meri mom ki gaand dekhte ho, ek hi cheez sochte ho ki bas uski gaand chodni hai aur kuch nahi. Mujhe yeh bhi pata tha ki uska gaand ka chhed sach mein dheela tha kyunki Mukesh ne pichle mahine uski gaand chodi thi.







Uske haath tezi se hile, par uski aankhein hallway ki taraf dart rahi thi, bechain, jaise woh kuch tootne ke liye taiyaar ho. Uska phone, uski saree ke fold mein chhupa, uski kamar par bhinbhinaya, aur woh ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chaku par kas gayi, uski saans ruk gayi. Sitting room mein, Papa—Anil—kagzon ke dher par jhuka hua tha, uske chashme neeche, ek pen ledger par khurach raha tha.


Mom ne apne haath towel se pounchhe, uski harkatein jerky, aur phone saree se nikala, lagta tha use koi call aa rahi thi. Uski ungliyan ruk gayi, hont patle dab gaye, jab usne sitting room ki taraf dekha jahan Papa ka pen hilta raha. Usne screen tap kiya, Mukesh ka number unblock kiya, uski saans halki jab usne dial kiya aur call kiya.


Jaise usne abhi yaad kiya ki use call karna hai. Sink ki taraf mudi, usne apni awaaz dheemi rakhi, ek sakht siski. “Hello...hello...hello, Mukesh, maine tera fucking video dekha,” usne gusse se bola, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Mujhe greet mat kar, mujhe sun, tu harami, tune humein record kiya? Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, ek mahina pehle, aur bina bataye film kiya? 


Teri himmat kaise hui?” Main paas aaya, mere sneakers tiles par shant, deewar ke peeche chhupte hue. Uski awaaz kas hui, jaise woh gusse aur darr mein ghut rahi ho. Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska safed chehra aur chhoti aankhein mujhe batayi ki woh shayad smug tha, uske shock mein khush ho raha tha. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, aisa mat kar jaise yeh kuch nahi hai!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir usne khud ko sambhala, sitting room ki taraf dekha. Uska haath counter par kas gaya, ungliyan safed. “Maine sab dekha—tera lund meri chut mein, meri gaand mein, har pal jo maine socha private tha. 


Tu ab mujhe blackmail kar raha hai, na? Main us din ko kosna jo main tujhse mili, tu ganda suar. Mujhe pata hona chahiye tha tu itna neeche girega, apna asli rang dikha raha hai.”Woh sink ke paas chhota sa circle pace karti thi, uski saree uske takhnon se chhuti, uski badi gaand thodi hil rahi thi. 


Uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart gayi, mujhe ya Anil ke liye check karti hui, par main chhupa raha, meri saans halki, mera lund meri shorts mein hil raha tha jab uski awaaz gusse aur bechaini se toot gayi. “Aur mere bete ko apne gande gifts bhejne ke liye use karna?” usne jari rakha, uska sur teekha aur zehreela. 


“Tune Raj ko woh USB diya, woh panties, woh dildo, woh butt-plug. Kaisa aadmi ek bache ko apne gande khel mein ghasitata hai? Tu use pervert kar raha hai, Mukesh! Woh mera beta hai, tera messenger nahi. Agar woh is gandagi ko crave karne laga, tere jaise sochne laga, yeh tujh par hoga. Tu hi zimmedaar hoga.”



Uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein chamakti hui jaise woh ro degi, par usne zor se blink kiya, use peechhe kheech liya. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, pyaz kaatne ka dikhawa karti hui, chaku mushkil se hil raha tha. “Main apna parivaar jodne ki koshish kar rahi hoon,” usne kacchi awaaz mein kaha, uske shabd kacche. 


“Ek mahina ho gaya jab tune mujhe choda, aur maine socha main aage badh sakti hoon, Anil ki achhi patni, Raj ki achhi maa ban sakti hoon. Par ab mere pati ne tere gifts paye, aur woh sochta hai main ek randi hoon. Main usse jhooth bol rahi hoon tera blackmail cover karne ke liye.”Uska haath kaanp gaya, phone uske kaan se kas ke dabaya. 


Usne kandhe ke upar dekha, hallway ko scan kiya, par main chhaya mein chhupa tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Jis tarah usne “chut” aur “gaand” kaha, usne mera lund hila diya, uske kacche shabd meri shorts mein garmi bhar rahe the. Maine Mukesh ke plan se uske ghar par agree kiya tha, par uska gussa sunne se mera pet guilt se murch gaya, meri excitement uske saath. 


“Mukesh, band kar, main tujhe kabhi nahi dekhna chahti, tu mujhse kya chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz aur dheemi. “Main aise chupke se nahi ghoom sakti. Mera pati ghar par hai, wahan sitting room mein, kaam kar raha hai. Tu sochta hai main tere lund ke bare mein baat kar sakti hoon jab woh itna paas hai? 


Aur mujhe darr hai woh notice karega mera jism alag hai.” Uske shabd mujhe zor se lage, mera dimaag kal raat ke mirror ke nazare par chala gaya, kaale panties uski gaand par kas ke, dildo uske muh mein, uske hont geele. Main hila, meri shorts tight, par main sthir raha, sunta raha.“Nahi, main tujhse nahi mil rahi,” usne kaha, uska sur sthir par kaanpta. 


Lagta tha Mukesh usse phir milna chahta tha. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta main iske baad tere paas bhaagungi. Mera ek beta hai, ek pati, ek zindagi. Main teri randi nahi hoon, Mukesh, chahe tu mujhe kitna bhi aisa banana chahe. Tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, mujhe aisi cheezon ke liye crave karwa raha hai jinse main khud se nafrat karti hoon.”


Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein geeli, par usne aansu roke, uska jaw tight. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uska free haath uski saree ko pakde, uski badi gaand counter ke kinaare par dab rahi thi. “Main tujhe kosna karti hoon, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uske shabd dard se bhare. “Tune us video se mujhe phansa liya, jaanta hua main Anil ko nahi dekhne de sakti. 


Par main ab tera toy nahi hoon.”Sitting room se Papa ki awaaz aayi, tez aur curious. “Rekha, tu kis se baat kar rahi hai, jaan?” Uska sur thoda shak se bhara, uski kursi hili jaise woh kitchen ki taraf jhuka. Mom ruk gayi, uski aankhein chhoti, phone abhi kaan par. Woh sitting room ki taraf mudi, uski awaaz ko shant dikhane ki koshish mein. 


“Bas ek dost, Anil, honey! Kuch serious nahi, bas catch up kar rahi hoon.” Uske shabd zyada bright, uska haath phone par kaanpta hua. Anil ka pen ruka. “Lamba call lagta hai, darling,” usne kaha, uski awaaz paas, jaise woh aadha khada ho. “Sab theek hai?” “Haan, sab theek hai, honey!” Mom ne pukara, uska sur tanavpurna, uski aankhein darwaze par. 


“Bas market ki baatein kar rahi hoon, prices wagaira. Jaldi khatam karungi, pyar mera, chinta mat kar, apna kaam jari rakho.” Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski saans roki, jab tak Anil ka pen phir khurachne laga. Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, dekha? Main tere wajah se apne pati se jhooth bol rahi hoon, har baar jab woh bolta hai tab uchal rahi hoon, darr ki woh mujhe sun lega. Tu yeh jari nahi rakh sakta, us video ka use karke mujhe control karta.”


Uski pacing phir shuru, uske kadam halke, uski saree swish karti hui. Woh hallway ko phir check karti thi, mujhe chhaya mein miss karti hui. “Nahi, Mukesh, main tere paas nahi aa rahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir neeche. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta ki main jab mera pati ghar par ho tab tujhe chodne do. 


Suna? Anil agle kamre mein hai, kaam kar raha hai! Tu sochta hai main tujhe apna lund meri chut aur gaand ka chhed mein ghusane do jab woh yahan hai? Tu pagal hai. Apne aap ko sambhal, bewakoof.” Uske shabd mujhmein jhatka bheje, mera lund ab poora sakht, meri shorts par dab raha tha. 


Main chup raha, Mukesh ko ek mahina pehle usse chodte hue sochta hua, uski gaand hilti hui, uski chut geeli, woh video jo maine deliver kiya ab usse uske saath bandh raha tha. Mera haath kaanp gaya, shorts mein jana chahta tha, par main ruk gaya, sunta raha. “Mukesh, maine kaha nahi,” usne siski, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. “Tu nahi samajhta. Mera beta idhar udhar hai, Anil yahan hai. 


Agar woh video bahar aaya, yeh mera parivaar barbaad kar dega. Tu kyun mujhe disturb kar raha hai?, main tujhe sab kuch barbaad nahi karne de sakti.” Woh pacing band kiya, uski peeth sink par, uska free haath uske maathe par ragadta hua. Uski aankhein phir geeli thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, par usne aansu roke, uska chehra tanavpurna. 


“Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kacchi. “Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, aur ise record kiya mujhe phasane ke liye. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye, mujhe tera lund chahne ke liye, mere bete ka use karke mujh tak pahunchne ke liye.”


Uske shabd aag ki tarah the, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main sunta raha, hallway mein chhupa. Mukesh ke saath meri deal ka guilt—uske ghar par, uski grin jab usne mujhe USB diya—uske shabdon ke thrill ke saath mila, uski chut aur gaand usse nishaan, usse wapas kheech raha tha. “Aur Raj ke zariye kuch aur mat bhejna,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz phir teekhi. 


“Na aur panties, na aur dildos, na aur butt-plugs. Woh ek bacha hai, Mukesh. Tu use twist kar raha hai, use apne bimar khel ka hissa bana raha hai. Agar woh pervert ho gaya, is gandagi ko crave karta hua, main tujhe kabhi maaf nahi karungi.”Papa ki awaaz phir aayi, zyada tez. “Rekha, chai taiyaar hai kya abhi tak, jaan? Tu abhi bhi us phone par hai.” 


Uska sur irritated, uski kursi cheekhi jab woh hila. Mom ne jhatka kha, uska haath kaanpta hua jab usne phone door kiya. “Aa rahi hai, Anil, honey!” usne pukara, uski awaaz zabardasti, bright. “Bas yeh call khatam kar rahi hoon, ek minute mein laati hoon.”Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski aankhein darwaze par, jab tak Anil ka pen phir shuru hua. 


Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, mera pati mujhe bula raha hai. Main aise baat nahi kar sakti, jab woh itna paas hai. Tu mujhe nahi chod sakta, ab nahi, yahan nahi, us video ke saath mujh par latakta hua.” Uske shabd sthir the, par unmein ek darar thi, ek kaanp jo mujhe batayi woh doob rahi thi.


Woh phir boli, uska haath uske baalon mein chalta hua, uski saree sarki aur uski kamar ka curve dikha. “Nahi, main tere ghar nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, kaanpti. “Aur na hi anal sex, Mukesh. Mera gaand ka chhed abhi bhi ek mahina pehle se dard karta hai, itna dheela hai, main bhi... uurggh!, main nahi bolna chahti. 


Mujhe darr hai Anil notice karega yeh normal nahi hai. Main risk nahi le sakti ki woh bed mein kuch alag mehsoos kare.”Uska virodh dheema pad raha tha, uske shabd kam sure. Mera haath meri shorts mein sarka, dheere se hilata hua jab maine Mukesh ke lund ko usmein imagine kiya, uski gaand khinchi hui, uski chut tapakti hui, woh video jo maine deliver kiya uski kismat bandh raha tha. 


Main chup raha, mera jism tanavpurna, sunta raha. “Kya? Nahi, mere ghar par nahi!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz panic mein thodi tez hui phir neeche. Main jaanta tha Mukesh usse keh raha tha ki woh uske chhed mere ghar mein jab Papa hai tab chodna chahta hai.“Kya tu pagal ho gaya hai, Mukesh? Anil hamesha andar bahar hota hai, aur woh jaan jayega kuch galat hai. 


Woh pehle hi suspicious hai tere gifts milne ke baad. Agar tu yahan aaya, woh hamein pakad lega, woh mujh par teri khushboo sungh lega, woh dekhega meri chut geeli hai ya meri gaand dheeli hai. Yeh bahut risky hai, Mukesh, main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon.” Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz bechain hoti hui. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, maine kaha tera ghar, mera nahi! Mera pati jaan jayega, woh hamein sun lega, woh dekhega kuch galat hai. Padosi teri car notice kar sakte hain, ya Raj jaldi ghar aa sakta hai. Tu mujhe mere ghar mein Anil ke itna paas nahi chod sakta. Yeh bhi mana hai.” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. 


Woh tezi se pace karti thi, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram, bheekh mangte hue. “Main tujhe baar baar nahi keh sakti. Us video ke bahar aane ka darr, Anil ke hamein pakadne ka, mera parivaar khone ka. Main isse ek mahina se lad rahi hoon, par tune mujhe phansa liya.” 


Woh ruk gayi, uski saans bhari, uski aankhein geeli par aansu roke hue. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uski badi gaand kas ke dab rahi thi, uska haath phone ko pakde. 


“Theek hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, hara hua. “Theek hai, Mukesh. Main tujhe yahan aane doongi, main tujhse sach mein nafrat karti hoon, mere ghar aa. Par na anal sex, main yeh serious kehti hoon. Mera gaand ka chhed isse nahi le sakta, aur mujhe darr hai Anil jaan jayega. Kal, dopahar 2 baje ke baad jab Anil kaam par hoga aur Raj college mein. Back door ka use kar, apni car sadak se door rakh, aur koi awaaz mat karna. Agar koi tujhe dekhega, woh video matter nahi karega—main khatam ho jaungi.”


Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra phir mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz gusse se tez hoti hui. “Kya matlab nahi?” usne tezi se kaha, uska sur teekha aur bechain. “Tu sochta hai tu mujhe har cheez ke liye force kar sakta hai? Mera gaand ka chhed off-limits hai, Mukesh. Tune meri gaand ka chhed ek mahina pehle kacha choda, aur abhi bhi tight nahi hai, har baar main rakhti hoon... Ooohh main yeh nahi bolna chahti. Tu meri chut chahta hai, theek hai, par bas yahi.” 


Uski awaaz kaanpti, woh Mukesh ke saath anal sex nahi chahti thi aur main samajh gaya kyun. Woh phir boli, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi. 

“Tu unbelievable hai,” usne siski, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Us video se mujhe blackmail karna, mere bete ka use karna, mere ghar mein meri gaand ka chhed maangna? Theek hai, tu harami. Main tujhe mujhe chodne doongi, meri gaand bhi, par tu woh video lock rakhna behtar hai. Kal, 2 baje, back door, koi car nazar nahi, parde bandh. Agar Anil ko pata chala, main kasam khati hoon main tujhe saza doongi.”

Mera dil uchal gaya, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main tezi se hilaya, uske gusse bhare surrender ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Usne ek mahina lada, par Mukesh ka video, mera dhoka, jeet gaya, uska uski chut, uski gaand, uske dimaag par pakad bahut zor ka. Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein zameen par, phone abhi kaan par.


“Mujhe yeh regret mat karwana, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, tooti hui. “Tune mujhe randi bana diya, mujhe tera lund meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed mein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab tu us video ka use karke mujhe own kar raha hai. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon, par main ruk nahi sakti. Plan par chipak—2 baje, back door, koi awaaz nahi, koi nishaan nahi. Aur Raj ko phir involve mat karna.”


Woh phone door kiya, uska angutha screen par ghumta hua. Uska chehra safed tha, uske hont kaanpte, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira. Woh sitting room ki taraf ek baar phir dekhi, uska jism tanavpurna, phir screen tap kiya call khatam karne ke liye. Phone uske haath se sarka, counter par ek dheemi thud se gira. 


Woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath kinaare ko pakde, uski badi gaand abhi bhi uske saath dab rahi thi, uski saree uske curves par tight. Uski saans chhoti, na-munasib aayi, uski aankhein kuch nahi dekhti hui, jaise woh apne guilt mein phasi ho. Woh apne aap se dheere se boli, 


“Main kya kar rahi hoon? Usne mujhe randi ki tarah act karne ke liye majboor kiya, aur main use karne de rahi hoon.”Uski awaaz kacchi, sharam aur zarurat se bhari, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne saree se pounchha. Woh counter ki taraf mudi, chaku uthaya, par uski harkatein dheemi, mechanical, jaise woh apne khayalon ko pyaz mein daba rahi ho. 


Uski gaand thodi hili jab woh kaat rahi thi, Mukesh ke lund ki yaad saaf uske dimaag mein jal rahi thi, uski chut shayad uski saree ke neeche geeli. Main chupke se hallway mein wapas sarka, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. 


Uske shabdon ka thrill, Mukesh ke samarpan, woh video jo maine deliver kiya, mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main uske ghar gaya tha, uske plan se agree kiya, aur ab Mom phas gayi thi, uska jism aur dimaag uske saath bandha hua, apne ghar mein usse chodne ki planning karti hui. Storage closet, uske chhupaye raaz ke box ke saath, saboot tha ki woh kitna gir gayi thi.

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Wroter sahab sab theek hai pat bete jo pevert mat banao na hi chuck please its a request please

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Jab raat hui, main bistar par leta tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab Mukesh ne diya secret phone mere takiye ke neeche bhinbhina. Yeh woh burner phone tha jo usne apne ghar par diya tha, hamare plan ko seal karte hue Mom ko phasane ke liye. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Anil sitting room se na sun sake. 

“Raj, mera ladka,” Mukesh ki awaaz naram, smug thi. “Teri mom kal ke liye taiyaar hai. Woh phir meri hai, jaise maine kaha tha.”Maine nigla, Mom ki kaanpti awaaz phone par yaad aayi. “Haan, maine use suna. Woh gussa thi, par usne tujhe yahan aane dene ko agree kiya.” Mukesh hasa, ek dheemi, gandi hasi. “Gussa? Woh bas drama hai. Maine tujhe kaha tha, Raj, teri mom ek randi hai. Main auraton ko jaanta hoon—unhe asli lund ka swaad do, aur woh lat lag jati hain. Woh tab se mera lund crave kar rahi hai jab maine ek mahina pehle uski chut aur gaand ka chhed choda. Hamara plan, woh video, woh gifts jo tune deliver kiye? Fucking jaadu ki tarah kaam kiya.”Maine andhere mein sar hilaya, mera lund hilne laga. 


“Tu sahi tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, guilt excitement ke saath mil raha tha. “Woh abhi bhi tujhmein interested hai, chahe woh isse lad rahi ho.” “Bilkul sahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur garv se bhara. “Woh mujhe resist nahi kar sakti, Raj. Woh meri dress, meri panties pehen rahi hai, kal tu dekhna. Aur main bas usse nahi chodunga—main sure karunga woh kabhi tere bewakoof papa ke paas wapas na jaye. Anil khatam hai. Main chahta hoon tera papa jaldi mar jaye.”

Mera pet murch gaya, par mera lund aur zor se dhadka. “Tu yeh kaise karega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz utsauk, uske jadu mein phasi. Usne hasa, is baar aur gahra. “Kal aa aur dekh, Raj. Tere ghar par, dopahar 2 baje. Tu dekhna main kaise use hamesha ke liye meri randi banata hoon. Woh Anil ko bilkul bhool jayegi.” “Tu sach mein sochta hai tu use usse door kheech sakta hai?” maine pucha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 

“Use darr hai woh pata laga lega.”“Darr?” Mukesh ne snort kiya. “Wahi toh maza hai. Anil ek murda aadmi hai, Raj. Main serious hoon—main sure kar sakta hoon woh hamesha ke liye picture se bahar ho. Thodi si accident, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, ya kuch aur bura. Teri mom meri hogi, aur woh chala jayega.” Main sthir ho gaya, meri saans ruk gayi. Uska sur thanda, socha samjha, bilkul mazak nahi. “Tera matlab… use maar daalega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Ho sakta hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, deadly serious. 

“Tere papa jaise aadmi bewakoof, clueless, aur kamzor hote hain—woh teri randi mom jaise auraton ke layak nahi. Main use tere ghar mein chodunga, use dikhaunga kaun boss hai, aur agar tera papa beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai. Tu ismein hai, Raj?”Main ruk gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, par uske plan ka thrill, Mom ke uske control mein hone ka tasavvur, mujhe kheech liya. “Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz kaanpti par sthir. 


“Main ismein hoon. Main dekhna chahta hoon tu meri mom ke chhed kaise chodta hai.” “Smart ladka,” usne kaha. “Tu seekh raha hai auraton ko kaise randi ki tarah treat karna chahiye kyunki sab auratein randi hoti hain par dikhawa karti hain. Kal, tu samajh jayega mera matlab kya hai.”

Maine nigla, meri pulse tezi se chal rahi thi. “Tu sach mein Anil ke saath kuch karega? Sach mein?” Mukesh ki awaaz sakht hui. “Agar woh idhar udhar sunghne laga, haan, main use chot pahunchaunga agar usne mujhe teri mom ko chodne se roka. Uska jaise aadmi, der tak kaam karta hai, thaka hua ghar chalta hai—use gayab karna aasan hai. Teri mom pehle se adhi meri hai, Raj. Kal ke baad, woh uska naam bhi nahi yaad rakhegi.”

Call khatam hua, uske shabd mujhe thanda kar rahe the par meri pet mein twisted excitement bhar rahe the. Mera lund sakht tha, mera dimaag Mom ki chut, uski gaand, Mukesh ke lund se us par kabza karne ke khayal mein ghuma. Main wahan leta, andhere mein apne aap ko hilata hua, hamare plan ka thrill guilt ko daba raha tha.Agli subah, ghar routine se bhinbhina raha tha, par tanav bijli ki tarah tha. Anil jaldi utha, uska briefcase packed, tie tightly bandhi hui jab usne kitchen mein chai jaldi se pi. 

Maine apna college bag uthaya, taiyaar hone ka dikhawa kiya, par meri aankhein Mom par thi. Woh stove ke paas khadi thi, uski saree saaf par uska chehra tanavpurna, jaise woh khud ko thread se jod rahi ho. Anil ne uske gaal par chuma, uska haath uske kandhe par thoda ruka. “Rekha, main aaj der se aaunga, jaan,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garm par distracted. “Office mein badi meeting hai. Tu manage kar legi, na?” “Bilkul, Anil, honey,” Mom ne jawab diya, uski muskaan zabardasti, uski aankhein mujh par ek pal ke liye dart gayi. “Acha din ho.”Main Anil ke peeche darwaze se bahar gaya, mera college bag kandhe par, par mera dimaag kahin aur tha. Bahar nikalte hi, maine khidki se peeche dekha aur sthir ho gaya. 

Mom bedroom mein sarki thi, aur jab woh bahar aayi, woh badal gayi thi. Uska chehra makeup se paint kiya hua—laal lipstick, kaala eyeliner, blush ka josh jo use bhukha, khatarnak dikha raha tha. Usne tight, low-cut laal dress pehni, uske curves par chipki hui, uski badi gaand perfectly outlined. Yeh woh dress thi jo Mukesh ne bheji thi, storage closet ke metal box se nikali kaali panties ke saath.Mera lund hila, meri saans ruk gayi jab mujhe realize hua woh uske liye dress kar rahi thi. Anil apne office ki taraf car chala gaya, clueless, aur main gate ke paas ruk gaya, apna joota bandhne ka dikhawa kiya. Main wapas ghar mein sarka, side door se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 

Maine Mom ko kitchen mein pakda, apni dress adjust karti hui, uske haath fabric ko uski kamar par smooth kar rahe the, uski lipstick chamak rahi thi.“Mom, tu itna makeup kyun pehen rahi hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz casual par meri aankhein us par band. “Aur yeh dress… yeh tera usual subah ka look nahi hai.” Woh ruk gayi, uske haath neeche gire, uski aankhein chhoti jab woh meri taraf mudi. “Raj, tujhe college ke liye nikalna nahi chahiye?” uska sur teekha, par uske gaal blush ke neeche laal hue.“Haan, par main kuch bhool gaya,” maine jhooth bola, paas aaya. 

“Tu aise kabhi dress nahi karti. Yeh makeup aur dress kya hai? Kahin ja rahi hai kya?” “Kuch nahi hai,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Bas… aaj acha lagne ka mann tha. Ek aurat aisa nahi kar sakti bina sawaalon ke?” Maine sar jhukaya, meri aankhein thodi chhoti. “Come on, Mom, tu subah kabhi aise nahi pehenti. Yeh dress, jaise, super tight hai. Aur yeh makeup? Tu… alag lag rahi hai.”Uske haath dress ke saath fidget kiye, uski aankhein side mein dart gayi.

“Raj, bas ek change hai. Main acha feel karna chahti thi, theek hai? Itne sawaal mat kar.” “Par yeh dress,” maine zor diya, meri awaaz dheemi, mera lund hilta hua jab maine Mukesh ke gifts us par imagine kiye. “Yeh tera usual style nahi hai. Bahut… revealing hai. Kisi se milne ja rahi hai kya?”Uska chehra tight ho gaya, uski awaaz teekhi par kaanpti. “Raj, bas kar. Main teri maa hoon, tera dost nahi ki interrogate kare. Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi. Ab college ja, tu late ho jayega.” 

Maine dhire se sar hilaya, meri aankhein uski gaand par ruk gayi, dress usse kaise chipki thi, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ka kiya dhara tha. “Theek hai, Mom, bas keh raha hoon tu… bahut achhi lag rahi hai. Jaise, ghar mein rehne ke liye zyada hi achhi.”Usne zabardasti muskuraya, uske haath phir dress ko smooth kiye. 

“Thank you, Raj, par bas kar. college ja, theek hai? Mujhe kuch kaam hai.” Maine apna bag uthaya, par mera dimaag ghoom raha tha. Kya woh Mukesh ko tease kar rahi thi, aise dress kar ke despite uske gaaliyan, uske bheekh mangne ke? Usne kal itna virodh kiya tha, par ab woh dolled up thi, uski gaand aur boobs uski dress mein display par, uska chehra paint kiya hua jaise woh use chahti ho. 

Main confused tha, mera dil jealousy aur thrill ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha, sochta hua kya uska virodh bas ek khel tha, kya woh chupke se uska lund crave kar rahi thi.Main ghar se nikal gaya, par college mera dimaag mein aakhri cheez thi. Mom ko Mukesh se chudte dekhna, hamara plan unfold hote dekhna, kisi class se zyada important tha. Main ghar ke paas galiyon mein bhatakta raha, mera bag kandhe par, dopahar 2 baje tak time waste karta hua. 

Main ghar ke peeche ek alley mein chhup gaya, ek jagah jahan se main back door dekh sakta tha bina notice kiye. Main ek purane crate par baitha, mera bag side mein phenka, secret phone par scroll karta hua time guzaara.Mere khayal Mom ki laal dress par, uske gaand ko kaise chipki thi, kaali panties uske neeche. Minute dheere chale, meri pulse tezi se jab 2 baje paas aaya. college matter nahi karta tha—maths, history, kuch bhi Mom ke girne ke rush ke muqable nahi tha, meri uske dhoke mein bhaagidari. 

1:55 baje, maine secret phone nikala aur Mukesh ko call kiya, meri awaaz dheemi, meri aankhein back door par. “Hey, main hoon,” maine kaha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. “Tu aa raha hai?”Mukesh ki awaaz smug, confident thi. “Bilcul time par, Raj. Tera bewakoof papa kahan hai? Abhi bhi sochta hai uski loyal patni hai?” Main hasa, thodi nervousness ke saath. “Anil kaam par hai, der se aayega. Woh clueless hai, jaise tune kaha.” 

“Acha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Woh aadmi murda hai, Raj. Main kal raat mazak nahi kar raha tha. Anil mere raste mein hai, aur main serious hoon use nikaalne ke liye. Thodi si dhakka, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, aur teri mom poori meri. Uske bare mein kya? Woh kaisi lag rahi hai?”

Mera lund hila jab maine bola. “Woh tere liye taiyaar hai. Laal dress, tight as fuck, jo tune bheji. Kaali panties bhi. Makeup poora—lipstick, eyeliner, sab kuch. Woh akeli hai, par careful reh, bhai. Padosi dekh sakte hain, aur woh Anil ke pata lagne ke bare mein paranoid hai.” Mukesh hasa. 

“Mere gifts pehen rahi hai? Woh randi mera lund maang rahi hai. Chinta mat kar, main chal ke aa raha hoon, koi car nahi. Ek minute mein wahan hoon. Tu dekh raha hai?”

“Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi. “Main alley mein hoon. Woh wait kar rahi hai, par nervous hai. Late mat hona.” “Relax, ladka,” usne kaha, uski awaaz confidence se tapakti hui. “Teri mom mera naam chillaayegi, aur tere papa ke din gine chune hain. Jab woh chala jayega, tu mujhe thank karega.”

Maine call band kiya, meri saans halki, mera lund pehle se shorts mein sakht. Uske papa ko maarne ke shabd goonje, thande par thrilling, uski seriousness mujhmein dhas rahi thi.Kuch minute baad, maine Mukesh ko alley mein sarka dekha, koi car nahi, bas uska lanky frame ek dark shirt aur jeans mein. Woh tezi se hila, uski aankhein sadak scan karti hui pehle back door tak pahuncha. Darwaza jaldi khula, jaise Mom wait kar rahi ho, uski silhouette us laal dress mein ek pal ke liye flash hui phir darwaza band hua. 

Mera lund bada hua, meri shorts par dab raha, unke milne ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main back door ki taraf chhupke gaya, meri spare keys jeb mein halke se jingle hui. Mere haath kaanpte hue darwaza khola, andar sarka, ghar shant siwaye bedroom se ek halki awaaz—Mom ki awaaz, tez aur bechain. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab main hallway se guzra, mere sneakers tiles par shant, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya. 

Main bedroom ke darwaze tak pahuncha, thoda sa khula, aur ruk gaya jab Mom ki cheekhein mujhe lagi, kacchi aur bechain.Maine darwaza thoda aur khola, meri aankhein chhoti, mera lund dhadakta hua. Mukesh ne Mom ko baalon se pakda, uska haath uske kaale baalon ko kas ke pakde, uska sar peeche kheech raha tha. Usne uske chehre par thappad maara, teekha par brutal nahi, uski awaaz dheemi aur zalim. 

“Tu gandi randi, tune mujhe block kyun kiya, haan? Socha tu mere lund se bhaag sakti hai?”Mom ki aankhein geeli thi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab usne bola, uska jism deewar par dabaya hua. “Mukesh, please, mujhe maaf kar,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte, lagbhag ro rahi thi. “Maine tujhe block kiya kyunki mujhe darr tha. Mere pati Anil ne tere gifts paye, aur main risk nahi le sakti thi ki woh jaan jaye.” Usne phir thappad maara, uska haath uske gaal par ek halka laal nishaan chhod gaya. 

“Pehle toh, apne bewakoof pati ka naam mere saamne mat le, doosre, darr? Tu bas ek randi hai jo innocent ban rahi hai. Dekh tujhe, meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, mere lund ke liye dolled up. Tu meri hai, Rekha, aur tu kabhi achhi maa ya patni nahi banegi.”Usne sar hila, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Please, Mukesh, yeh mat kar. Tu itna zalim kyun hai? Mujhe nahi pata tha tu aisa insaan hai, mujhe record karna, blackmail karna.” 

“Tujhe nahi pata tha?” Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz mocking. “Tujhe bilkul pata tha main kaun hoon jab tune mujhe ek mahina pehle teri chut aur gaand ka chhed chodne diya. Tujhe pasand aaya, Rekha, ab mujhse jhooth mat bol.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira. 

“Main kamzor thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine galti ki, Mukesh. Maine socha main tujh par bharosa kar sakti hoon, par tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai.” “Barbaad kar raha hoon?” usne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Main tujhe aazaad kar raha hoon, tu randi. Anil ke saath us bekar zindagi se aazaad. Tu sochti hai woh tujhe woh de sakta hai jo main deta hoon? Woh kuch nahi hai, Rekha, aur main serious hoon use hamesha ke liye nikaalne ke liye. Shayad uske brakes fail ho jaye, shayad woh raat ko galat turn le le. Tu meri hogi.”

“Nahi, Mukesh, please,” Mom ne bheekh maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uske haath uske seene par dhakel rahe the. “Anil ko chot mat pahuncha. Main jo tu chahta hai karungi, bas use akela chhod de. Woh mera pati hai, woh iska haqdaar nahi.” “Haqdaar?” Mukesh ne gurraya, use deewar par aur kas ke dabaya, uska jism paas, uske hont uske kaan ko chhute hue. 

“Woh tera haqdaar nahi hai. Woh kamzor hai, andha, nahi jaanta uski patni ki chut mere lund ke liye tadapti hai. Main tujhe yahan uske ghar mein chodunga, aur agar woh beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai.”Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh. Mujhe kabhi tujhe chhune nahi dena chahiye tha. Main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon, mere parivaar ke saath yeh mat kar.” 

Usne use zabardasti chuma, uska muh uske khilaf sakht, uska haath abhi bhi uske baalon mein. Woh peeche hati, saans leti hui. “Kyun, Mukesh? Tu mujhe yeh kyun kar raha hai?”“Kyunki tu meri hai,” usne gurraya, phir se thappad maara, is baar aur zor se. “Tu achhi patni banne ka dikhawa kar rahi thi, par tu bas mere lund ke liye ek randi hai. Bol, Rekha. Bol tu meri hai.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par defiant. 

“Mera parivaar important hai, Mukesh. Anil, Raj—woh meri zindagi hain. Main unke saath yeh nahi kar sakti.” “Tu pehle se kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, yahan mere lund ke liye taiyaar khadi hai. Tu koi patni nahi, koi maa nahi. Tu meri randi hai, aur Anil khatam hai. Main sure karunga—shayad pul se thodi si dhakka, shayad kuch aur shant.”

“Please, ruk,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Main tujhe jo chahta hai dungi, bas Anil ko mat chhu. Mujhe chod, Mukesh, par mere parivaar ko akela chhod de.” Usne uska gala pakda, dabaya nahi par sthir, uski aankhein uski aankhon mein jal rahi thi. “Galat jawab,” usne gurraya. “Apne parivaar ke bare mein gandi baat kar, Rekha. 

Bol woh kitne bekaar hain, nahi toh main sure karunga Anil hamesha ke liye chala jaye—shayad aaj raat.”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism deewar ke sahare kaanp raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Theek hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte hue. 

“Anil ek bewakoof hai, din bhar kaam karta hai, sochta hai main uski perfect patni hoon. Woh kamzor hai, boring, tujh jaise mujhe chodna nahi jaanta. Aur Raj… woh bas ek bacha hai, clueless, apne papa ke peeche puppy ki tarah chalta hai. Woh tere muqable kuch nahi hain.”

Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath mere lund par sthir, shock thrill ke saath mila. Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, uske chehre par ek grin phaili, saaf khush par surprised. “Fuck, Rekha, yeh baat hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz vijayi. “Jari rakh, randi. Bol woh kaise tere layak nahi hain.” 

Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein abhi bhi band. “Anil mujhe kabhi satisfy nahi kar sakta,” usne kaha, uske shabd gande, kaatne wale. “Woh pathetic hai, sochta hai uski chhoti dukaan aur uske papers use aadmi banate hain. Uska lund tere muqable kuch nahi, Mukesh. Aur Raj… woh apne papa jaisa kamzor bada hoga, kabhi nahi jaanega mujhe jaise aurat ko kya chahiye. Woh ek mazak hain, mera time waste.”

Main wahan khada tha, stunned, mera lund abhi bhi sakht par mera dil shock se tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske shabd chakuon ki tarah the, cheezein jo Anil ko toot denge agar woh sunta, cheezein jo maine socha bhi nahi tha woh kahegi. Mukesh hasa, uska haath uski panties par sarka, unhe side mein kheech kar uski chut expose ki. 

“Tu fucking perfect hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan usse chhuti, use saans lene par majboor kiya. “Bas yeh khatam kar apne pathetic pati ke ghar aane se pehle.”“Bas kar de,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski aankhein geeli. 

“Mujhe chod aur nikal ja, Mukesh. Anil ke wapas aane se pehle, uske jaanne se pehle.” Usne use bistar par dhakela, uska jism kaanp raha tha, aur uski dress ke baaki hisse ko phaad diya, use uske bra aur panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha. Usne uske boobs ko sakhti se pakda, unhe zor se dabaya, uski ungliyan twist karti hui jab woh siskari maarti thi.

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Rekha ko kinky aur exhibitionist banao....

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Superbly written story

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Bedroom ki hawa tanav se bhari thi, Mom ki saansein Mukesh ki zalim hasi ke khilaf tez aur teekhi thi. Usne uski laal dress phaad di thi, use uske bra aur kaali panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha, uska jism bistar par kaanp raha tha. Uske haath sakht the, uske boobs ko dabate hue, uski gaand par zor se thappad maarte hue, ek loud crack ke saath, use ek toy ki tarah treat kar raha tha bina kisi empathy ke.Meri trousers meri ankles ke ird-gird thi, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya, mera lund sakht jab main hilata tha, mere chehre par ek twisted smile. 


Mukesh ke Anil ko maarne ke dhamki—car crash, office fire—mere dimaag mein goonj rahi thi, thandi par thrilling, uski seriousness meri excitement ko bhar rahi thi. Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Anil ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehna, abhi bhi chubh rahe the, par uski degradation ka nazara meri shock ko daba raha tha.


Mukesh ne uske baal pakde, use thoda upar kheech, phir aage dhakela, use bistar par jhukaya, uski badi gaand upar, kaali panties kas ke chipki hui. Uske haath chadar ko pakde, uska chehra mattress mein dabaya, uski aankhein geeli par koi aansu nahi gir rahe. “Apni gaand ka chhed faila, Rekha,” usne gurraya, uski awaaz dheemi, hukum dene wali. “Main us gande chhed ka use karunga jisse tu potty karti hai, use mera banaunga.” 

Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism tanavpurna.“Mujhse aise baat mat kar, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uska sar thoda muda. “Yeh ganda hai, please, bas ruk ja.” Usne hasa, uska haath phir uski gaand par thappad maara, awaaz teekhi. “Ganda? Woh chhed mere lund ke liye perfect hai. Faila, randi, nahi toh main khud kholunga.” Mom ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chadar ko kas ke pakdi. “Tu kya karne wala hai, Mukesh?” usne pucha, uski awaaz darr aur virodh se kaanpti. 


“Bas mujhe bata.” “Main tujhe poora lunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski panties uski thighs tak kheech di. “Tera gaand ka chhed wahan hai jahan main tujhe own karta hoon, Rekha. Iske baad Anil ke paas wapas nahi ja sakti.”Uska jism kaanp gaya, par usne peeche hath badhaya, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne apni gaand ke cheeks ko alag kiya, uska gaand ka chhed dikha, tight, pink, uski nervousness se paseene se chamakta hua. Mukesh neeche jhuka, uska chehra paas, aur main dekhta raha, mera lund dhadakta hua, jab usne apne hont uske gaand ka chhed par dabaye, zor se chusa, uski jeebh us par flick karti hui. 


Woh use humiliate kar raha tha, use apna mark kar raha tha, yeh act use arouse karne ke liye bana tha jabki uski spirit toot rahi thi. Uska jism tanavpurna, ek dheemi moan nikli despite uske virodh ke.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne moan ke beech gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gaand ka chhed mat chaat, please. Yeh bahut zyada hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai agar tu nishaan chhod dega.” Usne peeche hata, uske hont geele, uske chehre par ek grin. 


“Bahut zyada? Tu randi ki tarah moan kar rahi hai, Rekha. Mujhe tera gaand ka chhed pasand hai—yeh tight hai, mera hai, dikhata hai tu meri randi se zyada kuch nahi.” “Main tujhe nahi chahti,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par sthir, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Main yeh us video ki wajah se kar rahi hoon, kyunki tu mujhe majboor kar raha hai. Woh panties, woh dress—mera koi choice nahi tha.” Mukesh hasa, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed ko chhuti, use flinch karati hui. “Phir dikhawa? Tune mere kharide panties pehne, mere lund ke liye dolled up hui. 

Agar tu mujhe nahi chahti, tera gaand ka chhed kyun twitch kar raha hai, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?”“Aaaahhh ooooohhhh main nahi,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uski aankhein chamakti hui. “Mujhe tere liye koi feelings nahi, Mukesh. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye.” “Toh tu kyun moan kar rahi hai?” usne jhatke se kaha, uska haath uski gaand par thappad maarta hua. “Teri chut geeli hai, tera gaand ka chhed mujhe maang raha hai. Jhooth bolna band kar, randi.”


Mom ke haathon ne uski gaand ke cheeks ko aur failaya, uska gaand ka chhed khulta hua, itna wide ki yeh unnatural laga, pink flesh kaanp raha tha. Yeh ishara tha ki woh haar rahi thi, uska jism uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha. Maine use ek baar bathroom mein dekha tha, der raat, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed mein probe karti hui, moan karti hui jab woh masturbate karti thi, ek secret craving jo woh chhupati thi.







Ab, Mukesh ke liye khud ko failate hue, uski moans tez, uski kamar hilti hui, dikhaya woh isse pyar karti thi, despite uske inkaar ke. Uska inkaar ek front tha, uska jism desire ke liye chillata hua, wahi thirst jo maine dekha tha use poora kholne ke liye. “Tere gaand ka chhed se paseene ki smell aati hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, paas jhukta hua, gehri saans lete hue. “Yeh sab darr, haan? Isse aur behtar banata hai, dikhata hai tu isse kitna feel kar rahi hai.”


“Yeh saaf hai,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz defensive, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Maine sure kiya, Mukesh. Tu mat soch main gandi hoon.” Usne grin kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed par dabayi. “Kya yeh saaf hai, Rekha? Tu sochti hai tera gaand ka chhed meri jeebh, mere lund ke liye kaafi saaf hai?”


“Hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine subah khud ko saaf kiya, tere liye. Ise aur bura mat kar.” “Bura?” usne mazak kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed ke ird-gird ghoomti hui. “Tu ise wide faila rahi hai, randi. Agar yeh saaf hai, toh mere chodne ke liye taiyaar hai.” Main wahan khada tha, mera lund dhadakta hua, par disgust mujhe zor se laga.


Mukesh ka uske gaand ka chhed par obsession, use chaatna, sunghna, sickening tha. Woh chhed potty ke liye tha, chaatne ke liye nahi—iska purpose waste tha, pleasure nahi. Main yeh kabhi nahi kar sakta, kisi aurat ke saath nahi, shayad ek din main samajh jaunga kyun woh uska gaand ka chhed chaat raha tha par abhi ke liye main yeh nahi kar sakta. 


Ek aurat ke gaand ka chhed par muh rakhne ka khayal, paseena ya isse bura taste karna, mera pet murch gaya, hygiene ke darr aur moral repulsion ka mix meri arousal se takra raha tha. Yeh bahut ganda, bahut galat tha, par itna acha line jo main kabhi cross nahi karunga, even jab main Mom ki degradation ko twisted thrill ke saath dekhta tha.Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting. “Tujhe woh raat yaad hai ek mahina pehle, Rekha? Tu mera naam chillayi, aur maang rahi thi. Tu sochti hai Anil ne kabhi tujhe aisa feel karaya?” 


Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Woh ek galti thi, Mukesh. Main soch nahi rahi thi. Main woh aurat ab nahi hoon.”“Oh, tu hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui. “Tu abhi bhi woh randi hai jisne mere liye apni taangein failayi, mujhe uski chut aur gaand ka chhed condom ke bina chodne diya. Tu ab yahan hai, mere gifts pehen rahi hai, aur ke liye taiyaar.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui. 


“Main apna parivaar bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Tu sab kuch twist kar raha hai, mujhe lagta hai main control kho rahi hoon.”“Yahi baat hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Main control le raha hoon, Rekha. Teri zindagi, tera jism—ab mera hai. Anil picture se bahar hai, aur jaldi hi tu mujhe rehne ke liye bheekh maangegi.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main Anil ko kabhi nahi chhodungi. Tu mujhe majboor nahi kar sakta.”


Mukesh khada hua, apni jeans neeche kheech, uska sakht lund bahar nikla. “Mera lund choos, Rekha,” usne kaha, uske baal pakad kar use seedha kheech. “Ise geela kar us gande chhed ke liye pehle main tera ganda chhed chodunga.” Mom ki aankhein chhoti hui, uski awaaz teekhi. 


“Aisa mat bol, Mukesh. Yeh degrading hai, aisi baat karna band kar.”Usne grin kiya, use paas kheech. “Yeh sach hai, randi. Woh chhed mera hai, aur tujhe yeh pasand aayega.” Main shocked tha jab Mom tezi se mudi, koi hesitation nahi, uske haath uske lund ko pakde, tezi se hilate hue, uski ungliyan tight. Jaise woh eager thi, bechain use please karne ke liye, shayad ise jaldi khatam karne ke liye. Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath dheema, uski speed se stunned despite uski bheekh ke.


“Dekh tujhe, tu gandi randi,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Mere lund ka swaad lene ke liye wait nahi kar sakti, haan?” Mom ne jawab nahi diya, uski aankhein us par locked, uska chehra flushed jab woh kneel kiya, uske hont uske lund ke tip ko chhute. Usne choosna shuru kiya, pehle dheere, uski jeebh head ke ird-gird ghoomti hui, uske hont tight wrap karte hue.








Woh neeche gayi, inch by inch, use adha liya, uska muh stretch hota hua, gaal hollow hote hue. 


Awaazein tez thi—geeli, slurping awaazein, uske hont smack karte hue, thook uski chin se tapakta hua. Woh yeh use appease karne ke liye kar rahi thi, Anil ko bachane ke liye, par uski fluttering aankhein, uske thighs par sthir haath, mujhe laga woh swaad pasand kar rahi thi, uski enthusiasm uske bathroom moans ko mirror karti hui.Mukesh ne uske sar ke peeche pakda, uski ungliyan uske baalon mein uljhi, dheere par sthir dhakel raha tha. 



“Fuck, tu ismein achhi hai, randi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz praise aur cruelty ka mix. “Tujhe mera lund pasand hai, na? Anil ke pathetic lund se behtar? Tu ise randi ki tarah choos rahi hai, iska sapna teri chut mein dekh rahi hai? Mujhe pata hai tujhe mera lund pasand hai.”Mom ne jawab nahi diya, bas uski taraf dekha, uski aankhein chhoti, geeli, uske hont abhi bhi uske lund ke ird-gird, slurping aur tez. Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilne laga, mera shock dheema pada jab maine uski intensity dekhi—uski jeebh kaam kar rahi thi, hont tight, uske lund ka swaad lene ke bawajood uski chuppi, uski secret desire saaf.


“Uth,” Mukesh ne kaha, use door kheech, thook uske honton se latak raha tha. “Deewar ke sahare khadi ho, ghum.” Mom khadi hui, apna muh pounchti hui, deewar ki taraf chali. “Mukesh, please, bas meri chut chod,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Mera gaand ka chhed pichli baar se bahut dheela hai, dard hota hai. Anil notice kar sakta hai.”


“Nahi, randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, use ghumate hue. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera hai. Yeh mere liye kaafi tight hai, aur main ise chahta hoon.” Usne sar hila, haath deewar par. “Please, Mukesh, kuch hafte wait kar. Ise tight hone ke liye time chahiye. Meri chut taiyaar hai, bas uska use kar.” Usne uski gaand par zor se thappad maara, awaaz goonji, uske cheeks jiggle kiye.“Tera gaand ka chhed perfect hai, Rekha. Main ise chodunga tujhe tootne ke liye, mujhe koi aur chhed nahi chahiye, mujhe bas tera gaand ka chhed chahiye.” Uske haathon ne uske cheeks pakde, unke size, unki softness ki tareef ki. 


Mom ka jism tanavpurna, par phir usne peeche hath badhaya, apni gaand ke cheeks khud failaye, uska gaand ka chhed winking khulta hua.Mukesh ne grin kiya. “Good girl, itni obedient. Dekh us chhed ko, mere liye taiyaar.” Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi hui, phir taunting. “Tujhe pata hai main kyun wapas aata hoon, Rekha? Tu bas ek chudai nahi hai. Tu meri trophy hai, Anil ko dikhane ka mera tareeka ki woh kuch nahi hai. Main tujhe uske ghar mein, uske bistar par own karunga.”


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Tu obsessed hai, Mukesh. Tu sochta hai yeh tujhe aadmi banata hai? Meri zindagi barbaad karke, Anil ko dhamki dekar?” “Banata hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski kamar ko chhuti hui. “Har baar jab tu mere liye moan karti hai, tu apne pati ki zindagi par thook rahi hai aur apni shaadi par vomit kar rahi hai. Tu meri hai, aur woh jaldi chala jayega—shayad ek girna, shayad ek aag.”


“Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi. Tu bimaar hai.” Usne apne aap ko position kiya, apna lund jaldi se uske gaand ka chhed ki taraf guide karta hua. Uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein aasani se ghus gaya kyunki woh dheela tha, usne do baar andar bahar kiya.







Par phir, usne nikala aur zor se phir dhakela, Mom ne gasp kiya, ek teekha “Ouch!” jab woh aage lurched, uska gaand ka chhed clench karke band ho gaya, uske forceful attempt ko block karta hua.


“Dheere ja, Mukesh!” usne gusse se chillaya, dard mein. “Tu mujhe chot pahuncha raha hai, harami. Mera gaand ka chhed aise nahi le sakta.” Mukesh hasa, uska lund haath mein. “Yahi best tareeka hai, randi. Ek quick push tujhe pura khol deta hai. Tujhe yeh pasand aayega jab main andar hoon.” “Nahi,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Yeh bahut dard deta hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai. Main khud guide karungi, taaki yeh tear na ho.”


Mukesh ki aankhein chamki, grin karta hua. “Oh, tu gandi randi, mera lund apne gaand ka chhed mein khud guide kar rahi hai? Tu ekdam randi hai.” Usne peeche hata, use control dene diya, uski awaaz cruelly gleeful. Mom ne peeche hath badhaya, uske lund ko hilaya, uski ungliyan tight.


“Tu ek bimaar fucker hai, Mukesh,” usne mutter kiya, uski taraf mudte hue.Woh kneel kiya, uske lund ko thodi der choosa, uske hont geele, phir us par thooka, thook neeche tapakta hua. Main stunned tha, mera haath sthir, sochta hua kyun woh yeh khud kar rahi thi—kya dard ko control karne ke liye, yeh prove karne ke liye ki woh uski randi nahi, ya kyunki woh isse crave kar rahi thi? Usne thook ko uske lund par ragda, wapas mudi, uski gaand upar, aur uske lund ko apne gaand ka chhed par guide karna shuru kiya, dheere aur deliberately.Uska gaand ka chhed thoda khula, pink flesh stretch hota hua jab usne tip ko uske khilaf dabaya, dheere se moan karti hui, uski kamar hilti hui. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tu perfect kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari. “Woh chhed mere liye khul raha hai jaise ek achhi randi.” Usne guide karna jari rakha, uska haath sthir, tip andar sarka, uski moan tez. Uska gaand ka chhed aur wide khula, inch by inch, jab woh peeche dhakeli, slick thook ise slide mein help karta hua. Mukesh ne uski badi gaand pakdi, uski ungliyan dug in, par usne use roka. “Ssshhh ooohhh Mukeeeesshhh ooohhhh please,, aaahhh Dhakel mat,” usne kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Main khud kar rahi hoon. Main tera forceful nahi le sakti.”


“Theek hai, tu gandi randi,” usne kaha, obey karta hua par grin karta hua. “Tera gaand ka chhed itna juicy hai, itna sloppy. Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?” Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilta hua, realize karta hua Mom apne gaand ka chhed se masturbate kar rahi thi uske lund se, jaise bathroom mein, uski ungliyan uski gaand mein gehri, moan karti hui jab woh apni secret thirst satisfy karti thi. Uski harkatein deliberately thi, uski kamar rocking, uski moans tez jab usne uske lund ko aur gehra guide kiya, poora length uske gaand ka chhed mein sarka.Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, shocked. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tune sab le liya,” usne kaha, stunned. “Tu mujhe socha se bhi badi randi hai. Tu ismein itni achhi kyun hai?” “Main randi nahi hoon,” usne gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab woh hili. “Aaahhh ooohhhhhh aaaaiiiiii Bas meri gaand ka chhed jaldi chod aur ja, Mukesh. Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.”







“Tu isse pyar karti hai, na?” usne zor diya, uske haath uski kamar par, aage peeche harkat karte hue, pehle dheere. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera lund choos raha hai. Admit kar, tujhe yeh pasand hai ki main tera gaand ka chhed kaise chod raha hoon.” “Nahi, aahh hhh aahhh sshh oohh Mukesh mukeshh aaahhhh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski moans usse dhoka de rahi thi. “Main yeh apne parivaar ke liye kar rahi hoon, us video ko safe rakhne ke liye aaahhhhhh oooohhhhh. 


Bas khatam kar, Mukesh.” Main shocked tha, Mukesh ki tarah, mera lund dhadakta hua jab maine use uske lund ko poora andar guide karte dekha, uska gaand ka chhed clench aur release karta hua, uski moans kacchi. Uski bathroom anal masturbation mere dimaag mein flash hui—usne isse craved kiya tha, uski secret desire expose hui jab woh khud uske lund par chud rahi thi. 


Mukesh ke thrusts tez hue, uske haath uski badi gaand ko pakde, kamra uske gaand ka chhed ke geele, sloppy awaazon aur uski moans se bhar gaya, mera haath rhythm mein hilta hua, hamare plan ki gandi reality mein kho gaya