Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

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Us raat, jab Papa bedroom mein wapas so gaye, unki saans halki lekin sthir thi pehle ke darr se, ghar ek tanaav bhari khamoshi mein doob gaya. Maa apni almari se nikli, apne rendezvous ke liye badli hui, ek vibrant hari blouse pehne hui jo uske bhaari stann ko doosri twacha ki tarah jakdi hui thi, hallway ki roshni ke neeche patla silk ka kapda itna sheer tha ki uske nipples ka gahra outline dikhayi deta tha, jo kapde ke khilaf dab rahe the.


Blouse ka gala kaafi neeche tha, uske cleavage ke beech gehra jaata hua, uske stann ko aur bhi bhara hua dikhata tha, jaise ripe phal jo masalne ke liye bheek maang rahe hon. Usne peeli saree apni kamar par lapeti, sunhara kapda naram se beh raha tha lekin uske curves par chipak raha tha—jis tarah yeh uski kamar ke gird lapeta tha usne uske chawde hips aur mote pichhwade ko aur numaya kiya, pleats uske jism ke hilne ke saath uski shakal ko outline karte hue. Har kadam se saree uski jaanghon ke khilaf sarsarati thi, uska jism ek chalti-firti temptation, blouse ke chhote sleeves uske baazu nange chhodte hue, uska midriff traditional dip mein dikhayi deta hua, ek halka sa naram pet dikhata hua jo uske indulgent, aurat wale roop ko batata tha.


Main baithak mein sofa par letkar, TV ke channels ko behudh taur par badalte hue tha, jab woh bahar aayi, aur main ghoorne se nahi ruk saka, meri aankhein uski saree ke uske pichhwade par dbang hone ka tareeka trace karti hui, neeche ke jhatke ka hint deti hui. “Wow, Maa,” maine kaha, seedha baithte hue, meri awaaz dheemi lekin taareef bhari. “Tu gajab lag rahi hai. Woh hari blouse tere stann ko itna... bhara aur sexy dikhati hai. Aur saree? Yeh tere pichhwade ko perfectly jakadti hai—har curve dikhayi de raha hai. Mukesh ka dimaag kharab ho jayega jab woh tujhe aise dekhega.”











Maa darwaze mein ruk gayi, uski gardan par ek laali chadh rahi thi, lekin woh muskurayi, apna pallu kandhe par theek karti hui, kapda thoda sa sark gaya aur aur cleavage tease kiya. “Raj, chup—apni maa ke bare mein aise baatein mat kar. Lekin... shukriya, beta. Maine yeh sirf uske liye chuna taaki woh pagal ho jaye. Ek baar taiyaar hona achha lagta hai, sirf ghar ke kaam ke liye nahi.”


Papa ke halke kharrate hallway ke neeche bedroom se filter ho rahe the, unki nazuk haalat ka yaad dilata hua, lekin Maa ne us or nahi dekha. Iske bajaye, usne apni saree ko smooth kiya, uske hips hile, kapde ko uski jaanghon par kheench diya. “Mukesh ne mujhe pehle phone kiya, pata hai. Kaha woh mujhe jaldi lene aayega. Intezar nahi kar sakti—meri yoni pehle se hi sochkar jhanjhana rahi hai. Mujhe uska ling yaad aata hai.”


Main muskuraya, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein hil raha tha uski casual gandagi bhari awaaz se. “Oh haan? Phone kiya taaki plan kare kaise woh aaj raat tere chhedon ko chodega? Bata, Maa—pehle kaunsa? Teri yoni, poori geeli aur taiyaar, ya seedha us dheele gand ke chhed par jo use kheenchne mein mazaa aata hai?”


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, ek khelta hua siskara nikalte hue jab usne mere baazu par halke se thappad maara, uske choodiyaan khanakti hui. “Raj! Tu chhota shaitaan—apni maa ko aise chhedta hai? Apna muh sambhal, warna main ise sabun se dho doongi. Lekin thik hai, tu details chahta hai? Shayad dono, pehle mere muh mein uska ling, phir mujhe palat kar meri yoni... yaar, jis tarah woh mujhe bharta hai.”


Main dheeme se hasa, sofa par aur nazdeek sarakta hua. “Chalo na, Maa, chhupao mat. Kya woh tujhe uspar sawar karega, tera mota pichhwada uske ling par uchalte hue jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati? Ya bahar car ke bonnet par jhukakar, jaldi aur ganda?”


Woh mere bagal mein baith gayi, uski saree sarsarayi, uske jasmine perfume ki khushboo uski uttejana ke saath mil rahi thi jo pehle se hi ban rahi thi. “Rajesh, tu sudharne wala nahi hai! Khelte hue daantna bhi ab kaam nahi karta. Lekin thik hai, shayad thoda dono—uske hath mere stann par jaise yeh blouse unhe dikhati hai, pinch karte hue jab woh mujhe thokta hai. Khush ho ab? Kuch aur baat karte hain warna tu mujhe zyada garam kar dega. college kaisa tha aaj? Koi pyari ladki nazar aayi?”


Maine kandha uchkaya, meri aankhein uske blouse ke saath uski saans ke kheenchne par thehri. “college boring tha, wahi purana. Lekin ladkiyon ki baat karte hue... ya maaon ki... tu agar Papa ki parwah karti hai toh bahar kyun jaati hai? Woh wahan bimaar hai, aaram kar raha hai, aur tu doll-up karke chudne ja rahi hai. Yeh risky nahi hai?”


Maa ne aah bhari, apni taangein cross karti hui, saree thodi si alag hui aur uski naram jaangh ka ek jhalak dikha. “Oh, Raj, main Papa ki parwah karti hoon—woh hamare liye achha raha hai, sthir. Lekin Mukesh... woh abhi zyada important hai. Woh mujhe jeevit, chahi hui, ek aurat jaisa mehsoos karata hai. Anil pyara hai, lekin woh Mukesh ke jaisa mujhe chhoo nahi sakta. Yeh hamesha ke liye chhodna nahi hai, bas... mujhe yeh chahiye.”


Uski baaton ne mujhe zor se maara, woh kacchi sachchai ne mera ling meri pant mein phool diya, kapde ke khilaf sakht hota hua jab maine use uske samarpan ki tasavvur ki. “Yaar, Maa, yeh hot hai. Tu itni achhi randi hai—apni yoni ke liye jo tarasti hai uski priority deti hai. Papa bistar par hai, aur tu yahan, kisi aur mard ke liye failne ko taiyaar. Ise pro ki tarah own karti hai.”


Usne is baar meri jaangh par thappad maara, uska hath ek pal zyada der tak ruka, uski daant adhi dil se. “Raj! Phir se randi wali baat? Main teri maa hoon—thodi izzat dikhao!”
Main muskuraya, uska hath pakadte hue. “Hey, maine tujhse hi seekha. Tujhe apni gand se ling chooste hue dekha, har jagah veerya tapakta hua? Yeh randi 101 hai. Tu hi teacher hai, Maa.”


Woh ruk gayi, phir muskurayi, uski aankhon mein ek shaitaan wala ehsas chamka, uske gaal gulabi. “Thik hai, tune mujhe pakad liya. Shayad main thodi si randi hoon... uske liye. Lekin kisi ko mat batana, thik hai? Ab ja, Papa par nazar rakho mere liye—sure karo woh abhi bhi aaram kar raha hai. Uski saans check karo, agar woh hilta hai toh paani do. Main nahi chahti woh meri gayab hone ke dauraan gir jaye.”


“Sure, Maa,” maine kaha, khada hote hue, lekin jab main bedroom ki or muda, usne dheeme se bola, uski awaaz zeher se tapakti hui. “Woh aalsi, kharrate maarne wala harami—hamesha victim khelta hai, apna seena pakadta hai jaise koi kamzor buddha. Agar woh itna bekaar bistar mein na hota, shayad mujhe Mukesh ke chudne ke liye jarurat na padti.”


Main darwaze mein jam gaya, hairan—Papa bimaar tha, safed aur nazuk hall mein hallway ke neeche, aur yahan woh thi, uski bekaar baatein karti hui jaise woh kuch nahi tha. Yeh mere pet mein mud gaya, yeh nishthurta us aurat se jo meri chhoti choton ko bandage karti thi aur mujhe lullabies sunati thi, lekin yaar, isne mera ling poori tarah sakht kar diya, ab dardnaak taur par phadakta hua, vishwasghat ek gahri thrill ko bhadka raha tha. 


Uski parwah karne, uske maathe ko saaf karne ya takiya theek karne ke bajaye, uska dimaag Mukesh ke mote ling par tha, yojna bana raha tha kaise yeh aaj raat uske chhedon ko kholega. Woh apni randi wali jaruraton ko uske dard par tarjeeh de rahi thi, uska saree pehna jism pehle se hi nafs ke saath gunguna raha tha, saree uske aane wale thokne ke vaade sarsara rahi thi. Yeh galat tha, uttejit karne wala—sabut deta hua ki woh kitna gir gayi thi, kaise Mukesh ne use patni se randi mein rewire kiya tha.


“Maa... tu sach mein Papa par aise ja rahi hai?” maine poocha, wapas mudte hue, meri awaaz dheemi. “Woh bimaar hai, pata hai? Dil ka mamla—daraawana.”
Usne ise jhatak diya, khadi hokar apna pallu theek karti hui, uske stann dilkash taur par hile. “Oh, please, Raj—woh thik hai, bas dramatic. Main sabse zyada kis se pyar karti hoon, waise bhi? Usse ya Mukesh se? Tu aisa kyun pooch raha hai?”



Main aur nazdeek aaya, mera erection ab saaf dikhayi de raha tha, pant mein tent banata hua. “Bas curious. Tu aise bolti hai jaise Mukesh tera maalik hai, lekin Papa tera pati hai. Bata—sach mein kaun?”
Usne apna honth kaata, bedroom ki or dekha, phir meri aankhon se mili, uski awaaz mazboot. “Mukesh, Raj. Koi competition nahi. Wohi hai jo meri yoni ko dard deta hai, jo mujhe chodta hai jab tak main apna naam bhool nahi jati.”


“Yaar, Maa, yeh perfect hai,” maine taareef ki, mera hath dheeme se meri crotch par chhoota. “Tu isse admit karne ke liye bahadur hai—jo achha lagta hai uske liye wafadar. Lekin kyun woh? Papa ke upar?”
“Kyunki Mukesh mujhe dekhta hai, Raj—asli mujhe, woh randi jo kathor chudai chahti hai, jo apni gand mein veerya ke liye bheek mangti hai. Anil? Woh safe hai, lekin boring—kabhi mujhe kheenchta nahi, kabhi mujhe cheekhne nahi deta. Mukesh har chhed ka maalik hai; isiliye.”


Uska ehsas hawa mein latka, bijli jaisa, mera ling ab poori tarah sakht, precum tapakta hua jab maine use uske liye ghutne par tasavvur kiya. Jawab dene se pehle, uska phone coffee table par bhaunka, aur usne use jhat se utha liya, uska chehra chamak utha. “Yeh woh hai—Mukesh bahar car ke saath hai. Main ab ja rahi hoon, beta. Papa par nazar rakho—agar woh jaag jaye toh use idhar-udhar mat ghumne dena. Aur Raj? Achha raho, lekin... aaj raat mere bare mein socho.”


Woh darwaze ki or daudi, uski peeli saree sarsarayi, uska bada pichhwada har jaldi kadam ke saath hil raha tha, kapda uske gaalon par chipak raha tha jaise paint kiya ho, pleats uske generous curve par ripple karte hue, neeche ke jhatke ka hint dete hue. Yeh hypnotic tha—uske hips chawde hote hue, blouse uski peeth par kasi hui, uske baal dheele hokar uchalte hue. Woh desi seduction ka ek vision thi, har inch “mujhe chodo” cheekh raha tha, uska jism raat ke debauchery ke liye taiyaar, Papa ko uske bimaar bistar par bina peechhe dekhe chhodte hue.


“Bye, Maa—apne chhedon ko barbaad karwane ka mazaa lo,” maine awaaz di, muskurate hue jab woh darwaze par ruki.
Usne ek kiss udayi, khelte hue. “Chup, tu! Love you, Raj.”
Maine khidki se dekha jab car curbside par idle thi, streetlamp ke neeche ek sleek kaali sedan. Mukesh bahar nikla, lamba aur muskurata hua ek simple shirt aur jeans mein, passenger darwaza uske liye flourish ke saath kholta hua, uski aankhein uske saree pehne roop par chalti hui jaise woh use pehle se hi nanga kar raha ho. 


Maa naram se andar sarki, lekin darwaza band hone se pehle, woh aage jhuki, use ek gehre chumban mein kheench liya—honth band, jeebhein dim interior roshni mein dikhayi deti hui, uska hath uski gardan ko jakadta hua jab yeh poore do minute tak chala, geela aur bhukha, uski saree uski jaanghon tak chadh gayi.


Woh haanfte hue alag hue, dono khidki ki or mude, mujhe dekhte hue; Mukesh ne casual taur par hath hilaya, ek thumbs-up aur wink ke saath, jabki Maa ne ek aur kiss udayi, uski lipstick smudge hui, uski muskurahat pure shararat thi. Phir woh steering wheel ke peechhe sarka, engine gunguna utha, aur woh raat mein chal diye, taillights ek gandagi ke vaade ki tarah dheeme hote hue.


Ab akela, maine apna ling pant ke upar se ragda, friction meri reedh ki haddi mein sparks bhejta hua jab maine tasavvur kiya—Mukesh ke hath us saree ke neeche, blouse ko phaad kar uske stann ko masalta hua, phir use palat kar uski yoni ko kacha thokta hua, finale ke liye uski gand mein badalta hua, use uska naam cheekhne par majboor karta hua. Woh ek asli randi thi, meri maa—apne bimaar pati ko ling ke liye chhodkar, paap ki devi ki tarah saji hui, uske chhed barbaadi ke liye nirdharit. Is vichar ne mujhe siskari bharne par majboor kiya, precum meri underwear ko bhigota hua.


Us raat baad mein, Papa abhi bhi bedroom mein behosh—uska seena sthir taur par uthta hua, neend mein chehra dheela—main sofa par baith gaya, TV ek porn video ke saath flicker karta hua jo maine apne phone par chala rakha tha, ek kambal ke neeche chhupa hua. Screen par ek busty MILF dikhayi de rahi thi, Maa ki saree jaisi, jhuki hui double-team ho rahi thi, uska pichhwada hil raha tha jab ling uski yoni aur muh ke beech badal rahe the. Mera hath dheere se kaam kar raha tha, moans ke saath sync hota hua, mera dimaag Maa ke chehre ko overlap karta hua, uski hari blouse phati hui, peela kapda uske ankles par jama hua.


Mera phone achanak bhaunka—Mukesh se ek video call. Mera dil uchal pada, uttejana se bhar gaya; mujhe koi idea nahi tha woh ab kyun call karega, lekin is thrill ne mera ling aur zor se phadka diya. Maine porn mute kiya, phone ko Papa ke darwaze se door angle kiya, aur jawab diya, ise meri jaangh par rakhte hue. Screen ek hairan karne wale nazare se bhar gaya: Mukesh ek king-sized bistar par nanga letkar, jo ek saste motel room jaisa dikhta tha—dim lamps, bikhre hui chadaren—uska mota ling garv se khada, nasdaar aur chamakta hua.


Aur wahan, uski taangon ke beech, Maa thi, bilkul nangi, uski saree aur blouse farsh par ek dher mein chhodi hui, uske bhaari stann hil rahe the jab woh apna sar hila rahi thi, uske ling ko geele utsah ke saath choosti hui, uske honth chawde kheeche hue, thook uske andkosh par tapakta hua. Uska mota pichhwada hawa mein tha, yoni ke honth phoole hue aur dikhayi dete hue, gand ka chhed pehle ke khel se thoda sa wink karta hua. 


Mukesh ne phone ko sthir rakha, shaitaan jaisa muskurata hua, saaf taur par call kiya tha sirf mujhe live apmaan dikhane ke liye. Woh ek legend tha—parivaarik voyeurism ko is bighde hue bandhan mein badalta hua, mujhe uske girne mein shamil karta hua.



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“Hey, Raj, mere dost!” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi lekin speaker se goonjti hui, dhyan se ki echo na ho. “Dekh kya mila—teri maa ek show de rahi hai. Hello kaho, Rekha.”
Maa ne uske ling se ek geele pop ke saath muh nikala, thook ke dhaage uske honthon ko tip se jodte hue, uski thodi chamakti hui, aankhein nafs se bhari hui jab usne camera ki or dekha. “Hi, beta... mmm, Raj, tu dekh raha hai? Yaar, yeh ling itna achha swaad deta hai—saari raat iski bhook thi.”


Maine bedroom ke darwaze ki or dekha, dil tezi se dhadakta hua—Papa ke kharrate halke lekin sthir; ek galat awaaz, aur woh hil jayega. Maine apni awaaz fusfusaahat mein rakhi, phone ko aur neeche angle kiya. “Hey, Uncle... Maa. Yaar, yeh wild hai. Tu use pro ki tarah choos rahi hai—gehri aur geeli. Savdhaan, lekin—Papa nazdeek so raha hai; slurps sunai nahi deni chahiye.”


Maa dheeme se hasi, Mukesh ke shaft ko sehlate hue, uski jeebh sar par flick karti hui. “Oh, us buddhe ko kharrate maarne do. Dekh mujhe, Raj—dekha teri maa kitni randi hai? Motel mein ghutne par, blouse utri, saree gayi, bas is ling ki pooja karti hui. Yeh jaan kar meri yoni tapakti hai ki tu dekh raha hai.”
Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uske hath mein halke se dhakka dete hue. “Wahi baat, Rekha—use bata kitna tujhe meri veerya nigalne wali randi hona pasand hai. Raj, teri maa ka gala velvet jaisa hai—mujhe andkosh tak gehra leti hai bina gag kiye. Kitni gandi kutiya.”


“Yaar, Uncle, tu uske muh ko barbaad kar raha hai,” maine taareef ki, mera free hath meri kamarband ke neeche sarka aur dheere se sehlaaya. “Maa itni gandi suar hai—aise choosti hui, stann bahar, pichhwada upar. Bet lagao teri yoni pehle se hi geeli hai. Yaad hai jab usne teri gand se seedha tera veerya nigla tha? Legend move.”


Maa ne tip ke gird approval mein gunjaya, phir se pop karke nikli. “Mmm, haan—gandi baatein karo, ladkon. Raj, tu apni maa ko apmanit kar raha hai? Mujhe suar bol raha hai? Yaar, yeh mujhe uttejit karta hai. Mukesh, use bata kaise tune mujhe pehle fart karwaya, meri gand ko apni ungliyon se kheench kar.”


Mukesh hasa, uske nipple ko chikoti kaat kar. “Oh, usne kiya—sink par jhuki hui, pichhwade ke gaal failaye hue, ek geela fart chhodte hue jab maine uske chhed ko taiyaar kiya. Raj, teri maa jab main us gande chhed ke saath khelta hoon toh gas factory hai. Agla kya? Tu chahta hai teri yoni ke swaad ka detail aaj raat? Hamesha ki tarah meetha, drive ke paseene ke saath mila hua.”


“Yaar haan,” maine kaha, tezi se sehlate hue, kambal tent banata hua. “Bata—kya tune car mein uski yoni khaayi? Maa, kya tune uske chehre par apni geeli yoni ragdi jaise ek bechain randi?”


Usne sar hilaya, ab uske andkosh chaat rahi thi, uski awaaz dheemi. “Lagbhag—car roki, saree upar ki, uski godi mein baithkar apni geeli yoni uski jeans par ragdi. Lekin poora bhojan yahan ke liye bachaaya. Raj, mujhse kuch ganda pooch—mujhe confess karwao jab main choosti hoon.”
“Thik hai,” maine fusfusaaya, Papa ke darwaze ki or phir dekha. “Maa, kya Uncle ne abhi tak teri gand chodi hai? Ya woh geela chhed abhi bhi intezar kar raha hai?”


Maa ne nikalte hue, camera par muskurayi, thook bubblta hua. “Abhi nahi, beta, hum bas garam ho rahe hain. Uska ling iske liye phadak raha hai, lekin. Jaldi hi usse bheek maangoongi, ek achhi randi ki tarah chawda failakar.”
Mukesh ne hila, phone ko behtar angle kiya. “Hey, Raj—hamein dikhao woh bevakoof papa kaisa hai. Camera ghumao, hamein us cuck ko kharrate maarte hue dekhao.”


Main jhijhaka, dil tezi se dhadakta hua—Papa kisi bhi pal jaag sakta tha—lekin thrill jeet gaya. Main dheere se khada hua, bedroom ke darwaze tak chupke se gaya, use thoda sa khola. Papa wahan leta tha, muh dheela, seena dheere se uthta hua, apne pajamas mein anjaan. Maine camera dheere se ghumaya, dim kamra capture karta hua, uska shaant chehra, nightstand par untouched paani ka glass.


“Dekha?” maine fusfusaaya. “Woh bevakoof ki tarah so raha hai, jab se tu gayi tab se shayad hila bhi nahi, Maa.”
Mukesh ka hasi dheemi, buraayi bhari thi. “Dekh us pathetic pati ko—kharrate maar raha hai jaise ek suar jab uski patni mere ling par gale tak hai. Jaag, Anil, tu dheela ling wala loser! Teri Rekha yahan hai, mere andkosh chus rahi hai—aa dekha kaisa mazak hai tu!”


Maa uske ling ke gird hasi se phoot padi, awaaz geeli aur dheemi, uske vibrations ne use siskari bharne par majboor kiya. Yeh mujhe hairan kiya—uski khushi us apmaan par, hanste hue jab woh bob kar rahi thi, Papa ke bimaari ke liye koi daya nahi, bas pure, shaitaan wali khushi apmaan mein. Woh ismein khushi mana rahi thi, uski hasi kisi bhi shabd se zyada teekha vishwasghat, sabut deta hua ki uska dil ab Mukesh ka tha.


“Yaar, Rekha, haso,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske muh mein dhakka dete hue. “Woh bevakoof iske haqdaar hai—anjaan jab main uske parivaar ka maalik ban raha hoon.”
Maa ne nikalte hue, apna muh saaf kiya, abhi bhi hichkiyaan leti hui. “Papa ki tabiyat kaisi hai, Raj? Woh thik hai us chhote se seena drama ke baad? Chahe woh roti hua harami meri chinta ka haqdaar nahi—shayad aadha natak attention ke liye kar raha hai.”


Main camera ko wapas khali sofa par ghumaya, baith gaya. “Woh ek baar jaaga, Maa, thoda soup khaya, tere bare mein shikayat ki, phir wapas crash ho gaya. Pills ne shayad madad ki. Lekin haan, woh stable hai.”


Usne Mukesh ko tezi se sehlate hue gunjaya. “Achha—use us bistar mein sadne do. Kaash woh bas mar jaye, Raj. Phir main Mukesh ka ling hamesha choos sakti hoon, chhupna nahi, koi guilt nahi. Uske kamzor dil ko goli maaro.”








Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uski aankhein us par. “Bilul sahi, Rekha—har subah karo, kitchen table par jhukkar, pichhwada upar doosri baar ke liye. Anil ek dead weight hai; ek kam samasya.”
Maine use daanta, awaaz teekhi lekin uttejit. “Maa, yeh kathor hai! Papa bimaar hai—dil ka mamla koi mazak nahi. Tu use aisa wish nahi kar sakti.”



Usne aankhein ghumayi, Mukesh ke ling par wapas doobte hue jawab diya, uski awaaz virodhi. “Kathor? Yeh sach hai, mere bete, main har raat dua karti hoon woh jaldi aur chupke se mar jaye. Mujhe asli ling ke liye aazaad karta hai, uske dheele bahano ke liye nahi. Judge mat karo; tujhe mujhe aise dekhna pasand hai. Tujhe mujhe Mukesh ka ling chooste hue dekhna pasand hai.”



Mukesh ne sehmat hote hue, dhakka diya. “Ladka daantne mein sahi hai, lekin goli maaro—Anil waise bhi khatam hai. Jaldi mar, tu harami Anil—teri patni meri jaidad hai.”
Main tab hasa, andhera mujhe kheench raha tha. “Shit, tum dono bedard ho. Lekin haan... agar woh chala gaya, toh humare liye zyada mazaa. Maa, tu savage hai—apne pati par aise dua karti hui? Bahut hot.”


“Dekha? Mera ladka bhi ismein shamil hai,” Maa ne kaha, phir se pop karke nikli. “Ab kaafi hai us hone wale murde ke bare mein. Mukesh, usse pooch kya woh tujhe meri gand chodte hue dekhna chahta hai. Raj, tu iske liye mar raha hai?”
“Yaar haan,” maine jawab diya, mera sehlana tezi se badha. “Us dheele chhed ko thoko—use cheekhne do.”


Mukesh muskuraya, phone ko bistar ke bagal mein ek shelf par rakhte hue, angle chawda hota hua poore kamre ko dikhata hua—ek ganda motel haven, peeling wallpaper, khidki ke bahar ek neon sign buzz karta hua, king bed par bikhri chadaron par laal roshni daalta hua, chhodi hui saree ek samarpan ka jhanda jaisi. Yeh apne sleaziness mein priceless tha, ek paap ka adda jahan Maa ke inhibitions mar gaye, hawa uske perfume aur sex ke paseene se bhar gayi. “Apna ling pakdo aur muth maro hamare liye, Raj. Is cheez ko sehlao jab main ise barbaad karta hoon—mere dhakkon se match karo.”



Maine hukm maana, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, ek hath phone ko sthir rakhte hue, doosra mere shaft ke gird lapeta, pehle dheere se pump karta hua, kambal ek taraf kheench diya. Screen par, Mukesh ne Maa ko kathor taur par pakda, use doggystyle mein ek zor daar dhakke se palta, uske stann mattress se takraaye, pichhwada upar, gaal natural taur par fail gaye uske chhedon ko expose karte hue. Woh uske peechhe position liya, ling ka sar uski yoni ko chhedte hue, lekin gand ke chhed par ruk gaya, iske bajaye us par thappad maarte hue.



“Tel ki zarurat, Uncle?” maine poocha, awaaz haanfte hui, tezi se sehlate hue. “Is tight—khaair, meri maa ke dheele gand ke chhed ke liye?”
Woh dono camera ki or dekhe, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, Maa ka pichhwada invitation mein hil raha tha. “Use bata, Mukesh,” usne purr kiya, peechhe haath badhakar khud ko failaya. “Raj ko dikhao kyun tu iski parwah nahi karta.”


Main aage jhuka. “Kya? Bata kyun koi lube nahi?”
Mukesh hasa, phone pakadkar Maa ke gand ke chhed par tight zoom kiya—ek close-up jo meri screen bhar diya, uska chhed ek barbaad gulab ki tarah khula hua, gulabi aur dheela, bina koshish ke aasani se do ungli chawda, rim phoola hua aur gahra bar bar thokne se, koi virodh nahi bacha, bas ek yawning invitation uske apne ras se geela. Yeh isliye dheela tha kyunki usne—hafte bhar brutal anal, koi reham nahi, uske kabhi tight ring ko ek achhe se chude hue gufa mein badal diya, permanent taur par kheech diya, hamesha taiyaar, hamesha bhukha.








“Dekha, Raj?” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz jeet bhari. “Koi tel nahi chahiye—uski gand barbaad hai, mere ling se poori geeli aur khuli. Ab makkhan jaisa kheenchta hai; main iska poora maalik hoon.”
Maa ne siskari bhari, peechhe dabaya. “Mmm, uski taareef karo, Raj—usne ise itna achha barbaad kiya. Bina uske khali lagta hai; yeh mere mard ka kaam hai, Mommy ke chhed ko veerya sleeve mein badal diya.”



“Wapas shelf par,” Mukesh ne kaha, phone ko wapas chawda rakhte hue, kamra unke paap ko perfectly frame karta hua.
Woh line mein laga, ek baar apne ling par thook phenka show ke liye, phir uski gand mein daala—tezi aur gehra, koi tel nahi, uska ring turant yield karta hua, ek slide mein aadha length nigal gaya, uske gaal uske gird compress hote hue. Maa ne siskari bhari, arch karti hui, uske stann chadar par ghasit rahe.
“Yaar, Rekha—randi ki tarah baat kar,” Mukesh ne gurraaya, ek thappad ke saath bottom out karta hua. “Raj ko bata yeh kaisa lagta hai.”



“Oh yaar, Mukesh—tera ling meri barbaad gand ko chawda kar raha hai!” Maa ne cheekh kar kaha, uski awaaz ek randi wali wail, peechhe dabati hui. “Itna gehra hai, meri gande chhed ko kheench raha hai jaise main ek gandi randi hoon—aur zor se chodo, mere ladke ke liye gape karo!”



“Yaar, Maa,” maine kaha, rhythm mein sehlate hue. “Tu kitni gandi anal randi hai—aisi bheek mangti hui. Dekh tujhe, pichhwada pehle se hi uchal raha hai.”
“Mujhe dekho, Raj,” usne haanfte hue kaha, kandhe ke upar peechhe dekhti hui, aankhein wild. “Dekh teri maa ko jis randi ki tarah woh hai—gand ling se bhari, yoni bina chhue tapakti hui. Yeh hai jo main chahti hoon, beta.”











Mukesh ne uske gaal par thappad maara, aur zor se dhakka dete hue. “Wahi baat—Rekha ek backdoor kutiya hai, chhed glove jaisa dheela. Raj, teri maa ki gand iske liye bani thi—mere ling par jelly jaisa hilta hua.”


Uska bada pichhwada har thokne ke saath hilta tha, gaal lahron mein ripple karte hue, maans ka jhatka jaise uski apni zindagi ho, laal hath ke nishaan uske thappadon se khilte hue, uska chhed dheele lekin bhukhe taur par pakadta hua, har withdrawal ke saath use aur gehra kheenchta hua, harkat hypnotic—naram, mote curves undulate karte hue, uski twacha par paseena chamakta hua, saree ke sunhare folds kone mein bhool gaye jaise chhodi hui inhibitions.
“Maa, mujhe tujh par itna garv hai,” maine kaha, mera hath ab tezi se udta hua, precum meri hatheli ko geela karta hua. “Ise champ ki tarah leti hui—pichhwada hilta hua, Uncle ke liye siskariyaan bharti hui. Sabse best randi.”


Woh haanfte hue hasi, lekin uski awaaz apmaan bhari ho gayi. “Garv? Oh, Raj, maine tujhe galat tarbiyat di, isiliye tu mere jaisa tharki hai, muth marta hua jab tu apni maa ki gand chudte hue dekhta hai. Kaisi maa aisa karti hai? Apne bete ko is bura beta banati hai, lekin yaar, yeh sahi lagta hai.”
“Nahi, Maa,” maine jawab diya, dheeme se siskari bharta hua. “Tu sabse best hai—mujhe asli cheez sikhati hai, Papa ke boring rules nahi. Ek randi maa ek achhi randi hai; zindagi ko spicy rakhti hai.”


Mukesh ne gurraaya, hips zor se takraaye. “Ise suno, Rekha—tera ladka Anil se zyada samajhdaar hai. Yaar, yeh gand swarg hai—mujhe doodh deta hua jab tu baat karti hai. Hamare liye charam par aao, tu gandi gai.”











Main muth marta raha, rhythm badhta hua, mere andkosh kaste hue jab uska pichhwada screen par ripple karta hua, geele thappadon ki awaaz mere kaanon mein goonjti hui, Papa ke kharrate door ka mazak. “Yaar, Mukesh—aur gehra!” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Raj, tu dekhta hai? Mommy poori anal addict hai—is ling ke bina nahi reh sakti jo mujhe barbaad karta hai.”


“Haan, baat karti raho, Maa,” maine haanfte hue kaha. “Mujhe bata yeh kaisa lagta hai—dheela aur bhara?”
“Jaise aag aur anand,” usne siskari bhari. “Uska sar har dhakke mein meri ring ko pop karta hai—oh yaar, main nazdeek hoon! Raj, tezi se sehlao—apni randi maa ke saath charam par aao.”


Mukesh ne speed badha di, bistar charkhaya. “Wahi baat—us barbaad chhed ko squeeze karo, Rekha. Raj, tu sunta hai? Bheek mangti hui jab uska pati agle kamre mein mar raha hai. Legend parivaar.”
Main hasa, edge tak pahunchte hue. “Poori tarah—Papa ka nuksan, hamara faida. Maa, fart karo hamare liye—pehle ki tarah ise chhodo.”


Usne kiya, uske ling ke gird ek geela burst mid-thrust mein, awaaz line par gandi aur teekhi, hum sab ko siskari bharne par majboor karta hua. “Wahan—teri maa ki gassy gand, Raj. Sab tere liye.”
Mera charam tab toot gaya, veerya meri muththi par chhidakta hua, garam aur endless, jab Maa ne apna cheekha, uska jism kaanpta hua, gand ka chhed dikhayi dete hue simat gaya. Mukesh ne bhi roara, uske gahrayiyon mein bharte hue

[RajV]

Bahut badiya ...ek sujhav...Mukesh Ma ko aise hee gandee ghar bheje ...aur beta usse nahlaye muth marne ke baad.
Mukesh cam pe ya samne se dekhe

[Vik88]

Exciting and enticing writing

[Raja99]

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[Vicky04]

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[Mahendra_]

Subah, suraj mere bedroom ke pardo se chhan kar aaya, bikhri hui chadaron par ek garam roshni daal raha tha jahan main raat bhar ke video call ke baad gir gaya tha. Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein so raha tha, mera jism Maa ke gande antics ko screen par dekhkar kai baar sehlane se thaka hua tha, sapne uske hilte pichhwade aur khule chhedon se bhare hue the.



Ghar pehle shant tha, jaise tufaan ke baad ki khamoshi, lekin phir awaazein aayi—oonchi, gusse wali awaazein hallway ke neeche se goonjti hui. Main hila, aankhein malte hue, meri subah ka sakhtapan raat ke yaadon se phadakta hua. Jhagda aur tez ho gaya, Maa ki awaaz teekhi aur bejhijhak, Papa ki kamzor, bheek mangte hue. Main bistar se chupke se nikla, boxers mein nange paon, unke bedroom ke darwaze ki or badha, jo thoda sa khula tha.


Darwaze ke crack se jhankte hue, maine dekha Maa subah jaldi wapas aayi thi—uski peeli saree kal raat se bikhri hui aur tedhi, hari blouse untucked, baal Mukesh ke thokne se wild mess. Aankhon ke gird makeup smudge hua, lipstick dheemi, aur gardan par ek halka hickey khil raha tha jaise uski randi raat ka badge.


Woh dresser ke paas khadi thi, baazu cross kiye, jabki Papa bistar ke kinare baitha tha, abhi bhi pajamas mein, rang safed aur confused, aaram ke baad. “Rekha, tu saari raat kahan thi?” Papa ne demand kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, hath uske outfit ki or ishara karte hue. “Subah sawere ghar aayi, aise saji hui jaise... koi party girl? Woh saree bikhri hui, blouse aadha khula—kya ho raha hai? Kya tu party kar rahi thi?”


Maa hasi, ek thandi, mazak udati awaaz, uski or mudti hui kamar takdi, saree uski paseene se geeli twacha par chipki hui, uske mote pichhwade ko outline karti hui jaise yeh paap ke liye sculpt kiya gaya ho. “Party mein? Oh, Anil, tu kitna bhola hai. Main wahan thi jo tu mujhe nahi de sakta—sahi se chudai, kathor aur gehri, jab tak main seedha nahi chal sakti. Yeh saree? Bikhri hai kyunki yeh aadhi raat motel ke farsh par thi jab ek asli mard meri yoni aur gand ko thok raha tha. Khush ho ab?”


Papa ka chehra rangheen ho gaya, uska muh khulta-band hota hua jaise ek machhli, uski vehemence se hairan—jis tarah usne shabd thooke, koi pachtawa nahi, uski aankhein nafrat se chamakti hui. Use aadha bhi nahi pata tha; uske liye, woh abhi bhi uski wafadar patni thi, na ki Mukesh ki professional randi, ek aurat jo parivaarik photos par veerya tapkati hai, gand ke swaad wale loads nigalti hai, aur uske kharrate maarte roop par hansti hai jab woh thoki jati hai. “Rekha! Apna muh band kar! Tu aisa kaise bol sakti hai? Tu meri patni hai—hamari shaadi, hamara parivaar... yeh tu nahi hai. Aur woh hickey? Kisne kiya? Sach bata!”


“Sach?” Maa ne tana mara, nazdeek aati hui, uske stann blouse mein ubharte hue, nipples yaad ya jhagde ke thrill se sakht. “Sach yeh hai ki tu ek pathetic pati hai, Anil. Bistar mein kamzor, zindagi mein kamzor—kal apna seena pakadta hua jaise ek baccha kyunki maine kaha main randi banna chahti hoon. Woh hickey? Ek aise ling se jo mujhe sach mein satisfy karta hai, mujhe charam par le jata hai jab tak main chhidak nahi jati. Tu? Tu meri yoni ke sweet areas ko map ke saath bhi nahi dhoond sakta. Aur hamari shaadi? Yeh ek mazak hai—main natak karna band kar rahi hoon. Raj tere bewakoofi se behtar ke haqdaar hai jo hamein neeche kheench rahi hai.”


Papa peechhe hata, aankhon mein dard chamakta hua, lekin usne dabav banaya, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui. “Natak? Hum 20 saal se saath hain! Izzat ka kya? Pyar ka? Tu aise behave kar rahi hai jaise... ek randi! Ghar aayi sex ki badboo ke saath, saree poori tedhi—kya tu kisi aur mard ke saath thi? Maan lo!”


Maa ne sar peechhe phenka, aur zor se hasi, blouse ka ek button kholkar use taane ke liye, aur cleavage flash karti hui. “Maan lo? Thik hai—haan, Anil, main ek aise mard ke saath thi jo chodna jaanta hai. Usne mujhe jhukaya, meri gand ko kheench kar gape kiya, veerya se bhara jo saari raat tapakta raha. Aur izzat? Tu use tab kho chuka jab tune mujhe aurat jaisa mehsoos karana band kiya. Tu boring hai, napunsak—phir se apna dil pakad, tu kamzor chodu. Main hi is parivaar ko ek saath rakhti hoon, tu nahi.”


Yeh disrespect hairan karne wala, teekha tha—uske shabd chakuon ki tarah, uske pet mein mudte hue, koi filter nahi, koi reham nahi. Papa ladkhadaaya, aankhon mein aansoo ubhar aaye. “Rekha, please, band karo, main jaanta hoon yeh jhooth hai... yeh heated hai, lekin Raj ke bare mein socho. Hamara beta—tu sab kuch kaise barbaad kar sakti hai? Main tujhse pyar karta hoon; hum ise theek kar sakte hain.”


“Theek karna?” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, apna saree ka pallu kheench kar gira diya, uski shakal aur bhi numaya ho gayi. “Theek karne ke liye kuch nahi hai—tu hi samasya hai. Bistar mein bekaar, bahar bekaar. Mujhe ek aisa mard chahiye jo mujhe cheekhne tak thokta hai, tere naram bahane nahi. Raj thik hai; woh bada ho gaya hai. Ab chup kar aur mujhe kapde badalne de—tu lucky hai main wapas bhi aayi.”


Main chupke se peechhe hata, mera ling meri boxers mein sakht hota hua uski nishthurta se, apne kamre mein phone pakadne ke liye sarka. Maine Mukesh ko dial kiya, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, jhagda abhi bhi hallway se sunai de raha tha.
“Hey, Raj,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, uski awaaz smug, jaise woh kal raat ke marathon ke baad nap se utha ho. “Kya baat hai, bacche? Teri maa ghar thik se pahunch gayi?”


“Haan, Uncle,” maine fusfusaaya, uttejana bhadakti hui. “Woh wapas aayi, lekin sun—she aur Papa bade jhagde mein hain. Woh use tukde-tukde kar rahi hai, kamzor, bekaar bol rahi hai. Wild hai. Sunna chahta hai? Main phone ko nazdeek rakhta hoon.”
“Yaar haan,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz utsuk. “Mujhe sunao—mujhe pasand hai jab woh us bevakoof ko bura bhala kehti hai.”


Main darwaze par wapas chupke gaya, phone ko crack ke paas rakha, awaazein saaf. Mukesh Maa ke zeher ko sun raha tha: “Tu ek mazak hai, Anil—aadhi baar sakht bhi nahi ho sakta. Mujhe asli ling chahiye, tera dheela noodle nahi. Apna dil pakadkar ro jab main yaad karti hoon kaise mujhe kal raat behosh karke choda gaya.” Papa ke jawab kamzor the: “Rekha, band kar... please, tu mujhe dard de rahi hai.” Maa ne palatwar kiya: “Dard? Tujh jaise boring ke saath rehne ki koshish kar—main hi dukh jhel rahi hoon, saalon se jhootha charam natak karti hui. Tu pathetic hai, Anil—chupke se mar ja.”


Maine phone apne kaan par wapas liya, fusfusaate hue. “Suna, Uncle? Woh use barbaad kar rahi hai.”
Mukesh dheeme se hasa, khush. “Bilul saaf, Raj. Mujhe yeh pasand hai—teri maa ek savage hai, us cuck ko tukde-tukde karti hui, woh hamesha ke liye meri randi hai. Jaldi hi, woh uske ling ko divorce karegi. Meri baat yaad rakh—ek baar woh aazaad hui, woh poori tarah meri hai, chhed kabhi bhi taiyaar.”


Main muskuraya, khushi ubharti hui—Papa out, Maa poori tarah Mukesh ki randi, main saath mein. “Yaar, main iska intezar nahi kar sakta, Uncle. Papa pehle se hi miserable hai; yeh use poori tarah dhakel dega. Ise karo—uska jeevan narak banao, shaadi ko hamesha ke liye tod do.”


“Tujhe mil gaya, bacche,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Main ise aur badha doonga—uske dimaag ko chodo, fusfusaao kaise Anil bekaar hai, beej bo do. Woh jaldi hi papers file karegi, aur hum uski gand mere ling par celebrate karenge. Baad mein baat karte hain—plans hain.”


Maine phone band kiya, jeb mein dala, jhagda dheema hota hua jab maine phir se jhanka. Barrage ke bawajood, Papa kaanpta hua khada hua, Maa ko gale lagaya, uske baazu uski bikhri saree ke bawajood uske gird lapete. “Rekha... mujhe maaf kar. Jo bhi maine kiya aur kaha, mujhe maaf kar. Main tujhse pyar karta hoon—aise mat chhod.”


Maa ne use wapas gale lagaya, pehle uska jism sakht, phir naram hota hua, uske hath uski peeth par, lekin uski aankhein door, Mukesh ke chhoone ke bare mein soch rahi thi. “Anil... yeh sirf tu nahi hai. Lekin haan, garmi ke liye sorry. Jo maine kaha woh jhooth tha, gusse mein kaha, maine kisi ke saath nahi soya, main kabhi tujhe dhokha nahi doongi.”


Papa ne apna chehra uske kandhe mein dafna diya, awaaz dheemi. “Mujhe nahi pata hamara rishta kyun toot raha hai. Hum pehle kitne kareeb the—haste, share karte. Ab tu door hai, gussa. Kya hua, Rekha? Kaam? Main? Bata—hum ise theek kar sakte hain.”


Maa ne aah bhari, thoda sa peechhe hati, uski saree thodi si sarki. “Anil, yeh complicated hai. Hum alag ho gaye hain—tu hamesha thaka hua, main... bechain. Woh spark chali gayi; hum chudai se zyada jhagadte hain. Yaad hai hamara honeymoon? Passionate raatein? Ab yeh routine hai, boring. Mujhe sochne ke liye space chahiye.”


Papa ne sar hilaya, aankhein bheek mangti hui. “Space? Lekin yeh daraawana hai, yeh separation tak le ja sakta hai. Humne ek zindagi banayi hai, Rekha—ghar, Raj. Agar hum drift karte hain, yeh khatam ho jata hai. Counseling try karte hain, date nights. Mujhe door mat dhakelo.”


Woh sofa par baithe, Papa ka hath uske hath mein, kamra tanaav se bhara. Maa aage jhuki. “Counseling? Shayad, lekin pehle, thodi doori—ek mahina. Apna dimaag saaf karo, dekho kya miss karte hain. Yeh separation nahi; yeh saans lene ka mauka hai. Tu yahan Raj ke saath raho; main parivaar se milne jaoongi ya kuch. Yeh hamein majboot karega.”


Papa ka chehra bikhar gaya, hairan. “Ek mahina? Rekha, yeh bada hai! Tu kahan jayegi? Agar tu wapas nahi aayi? Sawaal—hum kaise baat karenge? Bills ka kya? Raj ka college? Yeh ant jaisa lagta hai.”


Maa ne uske gaal par dheere se chuma, uske honth thehre, use shaant karte hue. “Anil, relax—main apni behen ke paas city mein jaoongi, kuch door nahi. Hum roz call karenge, text. Bills? Auto-pay. Raj thik hai; woh responsible hai. Yeh ant nahi—ise ek reset socho. Hamein iski zarurat hai; ek doosre ko smother karna kaam nahi kar raha.”


Papa ne socha, apni thodi ragadte hue, anichchhuk—woh use door nahi chahta tha, uske chhoone, uski presence kho dene ka darr tha. “Lekin Rekha, ek mahina bina tere? Bistar khali, dinner akela—yeh mujhe maar dega. Divorce tak le jata hai; maine doston ke saath dekha hai. Bura idea—yahan raho, yahin kaam karo.”


Maa ne phir se chuma, gehra, uska hath uski jaangh par. “Nahi, Anil—doori dil ko aur pyara karti hai. Hum ek doosre ki zyada kadar karenge. Koi divorce nahi; waada. Mujh par bharosa karo—yeh hamein bachata hai.”


Woh aage peechhe baat karte rahe, Papa ne reasons diye: “Raj ko dono parents ghar par chahiye; stability.” Maa ne jawab diya: “Woh bada ho gaya; yeh use independence sikhayega.” Papa: “Agar tu kisi aur se milti hai?” Maa ne chuma: “Nahi miloongi, main sirf tujhse pyar karti hoon, mere pyar, yeh hamare liye hai.” Aakhir mein, Papa ne aah bhari, sehmat hote hue. “Thik hai, Rekha... agar tujhe lagta hai yeh best hai. Kahan exactly? Kab?”


“Meri behen ke paas,” Maa ne kaha, ek baar aur chumte hue jab chinta uske maathe par chhayi. “Agla hafta—tayyari ke liye time deta hai. Thanks, Anil—tu iske liye pyara hai.”

[Kartik69]

Just superb update

[Wanton]

Very nice and hot update

[Akram225]

Kia mast story brother.

Karwachauth ki raat Bina shadi ke Rekha & Mukesh ki suhaagraat karwa do.
Arun aur Rekha ki shadi shuda life ki bistarpe Mukesh naam ki admi Rekha par permanent kabza karneki bandobast.
Usi raat Raj ko ek aisa surprise dena ki Future pe uski mom Rekha ki kokh se fasal falana sirf Mukesh ke liye uski rand mom ki wish.
[ Raj apne papa Arun ko lekar usdin dopehr doctor dikhane jayega, tests-reports-treatment sab niptake raat lautenge.
Idhar bina shadi ki Rekha & Mukesh ki najayez suhagraat
bandobast ho chuki, iske bareme Raj aur Arun ekdam bekhabar.

Dono ghar aake door bell bajayenge, tab Rekha aake doo open karegi. Door open hote he Raj ki mom aur Arun ki patni
Rekha samne ekdam nayi Dulhan ki look par, dono ekdam shocked honge. Anil ko bedroom k andar gusne nahi degi.
Rekha kehgi, bas wo apni shadi bachaneke liye apni suhagraat ki yaade taaza karne aise taiyar hui. aur ye bhi kehti ki wo aj porn dekhegi puri raat. Usko kia pata isi raat Mukesh ki najayez beej Arun ki patni Rekha ki kokh par kabza karke ghusit karega ki ye auraat Arun ki nahi rahi.]

Kitna bada jhatka lagega Arun ko, jab uske kuch kiye bina Rekha ki pet fulegi. Kia Anil ye hamla seh payega.

Writer bhai, kia hum aisa kuch scene dekh sakte.
Baki apki marzi

[Farjana Mim]

Awesome update

[Kanika Kumari]

Awaysome story

[nadia]

update please

[Mahendra_]

Mere chhupne ki jagah se, main dheeme se hasa—Papa itna bhola, uske jhooth ko nigal gaya, yeh jaane bina ki “trip” ek bahana tha Mukesh ke saath rehne ka, roz uske chhedon ko chudwane ka. Yeh pathetic tha, hilarious—uska bharosa uski shaadi ke taboot mein keel.


Mujhe pata tha ki unki shaadi ke khatam hone mein sirf 10% bacha tha—Maa pehle se hi Mukesh ki thi, yeh “mahina” uska ticket tha poori tarah vyabhichar ke liye, uske saath rehne, nonstop chudai. Agle din, maine Maa ko akela kitchen mein pakda, chai banate hue, uska robe dheela, stann jhankte hue. “Maa, us trip ke bare mein Papa se jhooth bolne ki badhai. Smart—ab tu Mukesh se apne chhedon ko kacha chudwa sakti hai bina chhupne ke. Yoni aur gand on demand, na?”


Maa mudi, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, kandhe ke upar dekhti hui. “Raj, tu chhupa hua ladka—ise raaz rakho, thik hai? Lekin haan... poore mahine uske liye failne ka intezar nahi kar sakti. Chhed pehle se hi dard kar rahe hain.”
“Kya tu sach mein Papa ko divorce degi, lekin?” maine poocha, counter par jhukte hue. “Iske baad?”


Usne aah bhari, chamach neeche rakhte hue. “Abhi nahi, Raj—woh stable hai, bills bharta hai. Lekin yaar, mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main ek randi hoon, Mukesh ke bade ling se mohit ek kutiya. Yeh mujhe itna achha kheenchta hai, mujhe aisa charam par lata hai jo kuch aur nahi karta. 


Anil ka ling chhota hai; compare nahi kar sakta. Mukesh mera maalik hai—uska ling meri drug hai. Hum is bare mein baat karte hain, woh aur main—kaise main aakhir mein chhod doongi, jab Raj set ho jaye. Lekin ab ke liye, yeh trip swarg hai.”


“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling hilta hua. “Tu hooked hai—yoni us monster ke liye tapakti hui. Randi life tujhe suit karti hai; Papa bas ek placeholder hai.”


Usne sar hilaya, muskurati hui. “Sahi hai—ise nahi jhuthla sakti. Mukesh ka ling mujhe har baar barbaad karta hai. Lekin shh—kisi ko mat batana.”


Baad mein, humne Papa ko ghar chhod diya, “trip” ke liye bags pack kiye hue. Baithak mein, Papa ne Maa ko zor se gale lagaya, aankhein aansuon se bhari. “Safe raho, Rekha—roz call karna. Raj, uska khayal rakhna.”


“Karoonga, Papa,” maine kaha, uski peeth thapthapate hue. “Aaram karo—tu thaka hua lagta hai.”
Maa ne uske gaal chuma. “Bye, Anil—chinta mat kar. Hum tujhe miss karenge.”


Papa ne darwaze se hath hilaya, udaas aur miserable, uska chehra kheechta hua, kandhe jhuke hue jaise ek hara hua aadmi. Use nahi pata tha woh Mukesh ke paas ja rahi thi, uski shaadi ka naashak, woh mard jo uski patni ko veerya-dump mein badal raha tha, uske patan ki yojna bana raha tha.


Raaste mein, airport ke cab mein, Maa aage jhuki. “Raj, Mukesh ne Mumbai mein ek resort book kiya—beach views, private suite. Woh, main, aur tu—wild hone wala hai. Woh meri chhedon ko roz chodega; intezar nahi kar sakti.”
Main muskuraya, khushi bhadakti hui. “Yaar haan, Maa—perfect lagta hai. Beach randi wala scene aane wala hai.”


Hum airport pahunche, travelers se bhara hua, aur Maa ne sabke sar ghuma diye—laal salwar kameez mein hot, sone ke haar uske cleavage mein latakte hue, jhumke randi signals ki tarah hilte hue, choodiyaan khanakti hui, uska makeup bold, honth laal, aankhein kohl-lined, “mujhe chodo” cheekh rahi thi. Outfit uske stann aur pichhwade ko jakadta hua, ek chalti-firti dawat.


Mukesh gate ke paas intezar kar raha tha, ek pillar par jhukkar casual jeans aur shirt mein, muskurata hua jab hum nazdeek aaye. “Aa gaye—meri randi aur uska ladka.”


“Hey, Uncle,” maine kaha, usse fist-bump dete hue. “Maa tere liye poori saji hui hai—haar uske stann mein dube hue, jhumke jaise woh teri randi hai.”


Maa ka mota pichhwada hila jab woh aage aayi, salwar ka kapda kasa hua. “Mukesh... tujhe miss kiya.” Woh aage jhuki, aur usne use kareeb kheench liya, gehra chumban—honth masalte hue, jeebhein ek poore minute tak naachti hui, uske hath uske pichhwade ko jakadte hue, gaalon ko publicly dabate hue, kuch passersby ki nazrein.


Maa ne chumban toda, sharmaate hue, idhar-udhar dekhte hue. “Mukesh! Log dekh rahe hain—ab sharma rahi hoon?”
Woh hasa, uske pichhwade par halke se thappad maarte hue. “Dekhne do—tu meri randi hai. Raj, yeh trip epic hone wala hai—beach par chudai, room service jab main uske chhedon ko barbaad kar doonga. Tu dekhne ke liye tayyar hai?”


“Yaar haan,” maine kaha. “Maa, use bata kaise tune Papa se jhooth bola—ek mahine door ka plan pro ki tarah manage kiya.”


Maa muskurayi, Mukesh ke saath baazu jodte hue. “Oh, Anil ne maan liya—apna dil pakda, lekin sehmat ho gaya. Miserable bevakoof, jaise ek khoya hua puppy hath hilata hua. Ab mujhe tera ling nonstop milega—koi chhupna nahi.”


Mukesh ne uske stann ko dheeme se dabaya. “Good girl—champ ki tarah jhooth bol rahi hai. Us cuck ka jeevan ab narak hai; tu iske haqdaar hai.”


Uski baaton ne mera ling bada kar diya, jeans mein sakht hota hua—use Papa ko bura bhala kehte hue sunna, apni randi wali harkat ko own karte hue. “Maa, tu kitni randi hai—apne jhooth ki taareef karti hui jab tera pichhwada uske liye hilta hai. Tujh par garv hai.”


Trip achha laga—flight smooth, Mumbai ki humidity hamein land karte hi lagi, sheher chaos se jeevit, lekin hamara resort intezar kar raha tha, endless gandagi ka vaada.




Us raat, jab hum Mumbai ke resort mein settle ho gaye, hawa mein samundar ki namkeen hawa thi jo hamare private suite ke bahar se aayi, hum teeno chhote kitchenette area mein ikattha hue. Kamra shandaar lekin intimate tha—polished lakdi ka farsh, ek king bed bagal ke space mein ek khule archway se dikhayi deta hua, aur floor-to-ceiling khidkiyan jahan se chandni ke neeche laherein takrati dikhai de rahi thi.


Maa ne aane ke baad ek simple nightie pehen li thi, patla gulabi kapda uske curves par chipak raha tha, uske bhaari stann top ke khilaf kheench rahe the, nipples kapde ke zariye halke se dikhayi de rahe the, aur hem uski moti jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh idhar-udhar hili, late snack ke liye phal aur chai taiyaar karne ka natak karti hui.


Mukesh chhoti table par apne boxers mein let raha tha, uski muscular chhati nangi, ling kapde mein pehle se hi aadha sakht, jabki main ek stool par baitha tha, mere shorts mein uttejana ka constant undercurrent tha jab se hum land hue, tent bana hua. Baat-cheet snacks ke upar casually shuru hui, lekin jaldi hi gandi ho gayi, bahar samundar ka rhythm kamre mein badhte tanaav ko mirror karta hua.


“Toh, tum dono,” maine kaha, ek angoor muh mein daalte hue, Maa ke pichhwade par nazar rakhte hue jab woh thoda jhuki aam kaatne ke liye, nightie chadhkar uske gaalon ka neechla curve dikhayi deta hua. “Yeh tum dono ka honeymoon jaisa hai, na? Batao—aaj raat kaise ek doosre ko chodne ka plan hai? Details, chhupao mat.”


Maa ne kandhe ke upar se dekha, uske gaal laal hue lekin honthon par ek muskurahat khel rahi thi, chhuri beech kaat mein ruk gayi. “Raj, itni jaldi gandi baatein? Hum abhi bhi unpack nahi kiye. Lekin thik hai... Mukesh, tu bata—mujhe pehle kaise chahta hai? Peeth par, taangein failayi hui, ya is counter par jhukakar?”


Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par lock, thodi sehlate hue. “Oh, Rekha, tu mujhe jaanti hai—dheere shuru karo, teri yoni ko jeebh se chhedo, phir main event ke liye palat do. Raj, teri maa ne mujhe hooked kar diya; intezar nahi kar sakta apna chehra usmein dabane ka.”


Main aage jhuka, muskurate hue. “Maa, tujhe Mukesh se kya sabse zyada pasand hai? Specific—kya woh teri yoni ko chaat-ta hai jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati, ya teri gand mein ungli daalta hai jab woh tera clit choosta hai?”


Maa ne chhuri neeche rakhi, humari or mudkar, uske stann nightie ke neeche thoda uchalte hue, hath kamar par. “Raj! Apne bete se aisa tharki sawaal. Lekin... mmm, mujhe pasand hai jab woh meri yoni ko pehle dheere chaat-ta hai, mere clit ke gird ghoomta hai, phir gehra doob jata hai, jeebh se mujhe chodta hai jab uski ungaliyan meri gand ke chhed ko kheenchti hain. Itna zor se charam par aati hoon ki taare dikhayi dete hain.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uska ling dikhayi dete hue phadakta hua. “Sahi baat—teri maa ki yoni swarg jaisi swaad deti hai, Raj. Meethi aur musky, khaas kar ek lamba din ke baad. Har baar mujhe poora sakht kar deta hai.”
Main uski or muda, curious. “Uncle, uski gand ka kya? Tu hamesha uske peechhe padta hai—tujhe Maa ka bada pichhwada itna pasand kyun hai?”


Mukesh ki muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi, uski aankhein Maa ke pichhwade par jati hui jab woh phal ki or wapas mudi, uske gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the. “Ah, woh mota pichhwada—perfect hai, Raj. Jab main thappad marta hoon toh jelly jaisa hilta hai, mera ling poora nigal leta hai. 


Lekin sabse best? Jab usne apni gand ka chhed nahi dhoya hota—kaccha, paseena bhara, din se thoda tangy. Woh primal khushboo mujhe pagal kar deti hai; mujhe apna chehra usmein dabakar chaatne ka man karta hai jab tak woh bheek na mange.”


Maa palti, uski aankhein hairani se chawdi, gaal laal hote hue jab woh hasi, ek hath se muh dhakte hue, doosre se uspar khelte hue thappad maarte hue. “Mukesh! Yaar, tu aisa nahi bol sakta—yeh itna embarrassing hai! Ab sharma rahi hoon, iske bare mein sochkar... lekin yaar, tujhe meri gandi gand itni pasand hai? collegegirl jaisi hansi nikal rahi hai.”


Maine uska hosla badhaya, haskar. “Chalo, Uncle—aur gandi baatein batao. Mat ruko; Maa isse pasand kar rahi hai, dekho uska blush.”
Mukesh peechhe jhuka, Maa ke bade pichhwade par khule aam ghoorta hua jab woh kaatna wapas shuru kiya, uske hips ab thoda zyada hil rahe the, nightie chadh rahi thi. 


Kitchen ki roshni mein, uska pichhwada aur bhara hua dikha, kapda gaalon par kasa hua, beech ke gehre crack ka hint deta hua. Usne apne honth chaate. “Thik hai, Raj—uska pichhwada sirf bada nahi; yeh naram hai, peechhe se yoni thokte waqt mutthiyon mein pakadne ke liye perfect.


 Aur woh gand ka chhed? Puckered aur gulabi, lekin ab mere saare chodne se dheela—baad mein khulta hai, mera veerya faucet jaisa tapakta hai. Mujhe pasand hai jab woh thrust ke beech mein fart karti hai, woh geela pop—ghatiya as hell. Aur swaad? Kadwa-meetha, uska paseena mere thook ke saath mila; main ghanton tak uski rimming kar sakta hoon.”


Maa ne sar hilaaya, abhi bhi has rahi thi, uska jism sharmili uttejana se kaanpta hua. “Tum dono ghatiya ho—mere pichhwade ke bare mein aise baat karte hue jab main khana bana rahi hoon? Mukesh, tu ek tharki hai, aur Raj, tu bahut jaldi seekh raha hai!”


Maine Mukesh ka ghoorna aur teevra hote dekha, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par chipki hui jab woh hili, gaal nightie ke neeche flex karte hue. “Maa, Mukesh ke liye apna pichhwada hila—chalo, use ek show do. Ise hila jaise tu jab woh tujhe chodta hai.”


Woh peechhe dekhi, uski awaaz mein khelta hua inkaar, humein gaaliyan de rahi thi. “Koi chance nahi, Raj—tu badmaash ladka, apni maa se pichhwada hilane ko bol raha hai? Aur Mukesh, tu ganda harami, aise ghoorta hai? Main koi dancer nahi hoon!”


Mukesh ne chheda, khada hokar nazdeek aaya, uska hath uski kamar par chhoota. “Chalo, Rekha—apna mota pichhwada hamaare liye hila. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai; us gaalon ko kal raat motel mein ki tarah uchalne de.”
Maa ne chai hilate hue apna pichhwada dheere se hilana shuru kiya, gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the, kapda har sway ke saath swish karta hua, uske hips ek chhedte rhythm mein ghoom rahe the. 


“Thik hai, tum tharkiyon—khush ho ab? Apna bada pichhwada hilati hui jab main khana bana rahi hoon, bilkul ek randi ki tarah.”
“Aur karo, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling sakht hota hua. “Twerk karo—Uncle ke liye clap karo.”
Woh ruki, haskar palti. “Bas, Raj! Yeh sab milta hai—ise push mat karo, warna tumhein koi snacks nahi.”


Maine sar hilaya, topic ko naram se badalte hue. “Thik hai, thik hai. Toh, Uncle—tum dono is honeymoon ke liye kya plan kar rahe ho? Specifics—ise yaadgaar banaoge?”


Mukesh wapas baith gaya, Maa ko apni godi mein kheench liya, uska pichhwada uske crotch par baith gaya, nightie uski jaanghon par chadh gayi. “Oh, yeh honeymoon swarg hai, Raj. Aaj raat, main sirf uski gand chodna chahta hoon—gehri aur dheere, use bheek mangwao. 


Jab main yeh karoonga, main uski yoni par dildo use karoonga—use double-stuff karo, dono chhed bhare hue charam par dekhna.”


“Yaar, yeh intense lagta hai,” maine kaha, aankhein chawdi. “Maa, tera opinion? Tu aaj raat sirf gand ke liye taiyaar hai, dildo teri yoni mein jab woh tera chhed barbaad karega?”


Maa uski godi mein hili, besharmi se peechhe ragadti hui, uski awaaz haanfte hui. “Yaar haan, Raj—mujhe pasand hai jab Mukesh meri gand par focus karta hai, kacha thokta hai jab dildo meri yoni mein vibrate karta hai. Har jagah chhidak jati hoon—main aaj raat uski anal randi hoon.”


Mukesh ne uski jaangh par thappad maara. “Wahi meri ladki. Aur tera pati Anil? Woh pathetic bewakoof shayad akela kharrate maar raha hai, takiya pakad raha hai, jab main uski patni ke chhedon par kabza karta hoon. Kamzor harami—use satisfy bhi nahi kar sakta.”


Main shamil hua, muskurate hue. “Haan, Papa ek loser hai—miserable, dil pakadne wala bevakoof. Akela rehne ka haqdaar hai jab tum dono jaanwaron ki tarah chodo.”


Maa ne khelte hue humein daanta, Mukesh ke seene par thappad maarte hue. “Hey, tum dono—Anil ke bare mein aise mat bolo! Woh abhi bhi mera pati hai, chahe kitna boring kyun na ho. Bad boys, uspar gang-up kar rahe ho.”


Raat ke khane ke dauraan, hum chhoti table ke gird baithe, aam ke slices ki plates aur chai se bhaap nikalti hui, resort ka samundar ka nazara bahar chamakta hua. Maa ki nightie ek kandhe se sarki, aur stann dikha, jab woh chai pee rahi thi.


“Maa,” maine bites ke beech kaha. “Kya main tum dono ko aaj raat chodte hue dekh sakta hoon? Kareeb se, bedroom mein—har thrust dekhna?”
Woh chai par lagbhag dab gayi, khelte hue hasi. “Nahi, Raj! Bilkul nahi—tu mera beta hai, koi voyeur nahi. Door se dekhna ek baat hai, lekin kamre mein? Bahut weird.”


Mukesh ne mera saath diya, aankh maarte hue. “Chalo, Rekha—ladke ko dekhne do. Yeh achha hoga; woh seekh sakta hai ki ek randi ke saath kaise behave karna hai. Kareeb se, tera pichhwada mere ling par uchalte hue dekhna.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, aankhein chawdi. 


“Yeh tum dono kya ban gaye ho? Tharki united! Nahi, Mukesh—wajah: woh mera ladka hai; yeh tharki vibes deta hai, chahe chhoo na raha ho. Plus, privacy—hamari siskariyaan, mere chehre jab main charam par aati hoon... Raj ke liye bahut intimate.”


“Lekin Maa,” maine dabaya. “Maine video par dekha hai—live kyun nahi? Yeh educational hai; Uncle sahi hai.”
Mukesh ne chheda. “Bilul—use andar aane do, Rekha. Woh chup rahega, bas tujhe randi ki tarah lete hue dekhega. Parivaar ke bonding ke liye achha.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne zor diya, lekin has rahi thi. “Kaisi maa apne bete ko apni gand chudte hue dekhne degi? Yeh galat hai—boundaries, tum dono. Woh sab kuch dekh lega: meri yoni tapakti hui, gand ka chhed khulta hua. Bahut zyada.”
“Chalo,” maine kaha. “Maine pehle iske liye muth maari hai; wahan hona aur hot hoga. Please?”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Woh ziddi hai, Raj—lekin socho: tu kone mein, sehlate hue jab main uski yoni mein dildo daaloon aur gand thokoon. Educational gold.”


Maa ne aloud socha. “Yaar, maine kaise monsters paida kiye? Tum dono aise plan banate hue—Raj, tujhe innocent hona chahiye; Mukesh, hum dono ko bigaad raha hai. Wajahen stack ho rahi hain: kya agar yeh hamare rishte ko badal de? Awkward subah? Nahi, bedroom off-limits hai.”


“Lekin awkward kyun?” maine poocha. “Hum ab open hain—mera dekhna teri randi wali harkat ko samman deta hai.”
Mukesh ne joda. “Sahi—use tujhe celebrate karne de, Rekha. Woh supportive hai; tere fart ya squirt par judge nahi karega.”


Woh aah bhari, thoda jhuk gayi. “Thik hai... andar nahi, lekin khidki se? Chhupkar jhaanko jaise ek creep; yeh meri had hai. Deal?”


Hum aur aage-peechhe ke baad sehmat hue, main andar ke liye push karta raha, Mukesh mera saath deta raha, lekin khidki ke compromise par settle ho gaye. “Okay, Maa—khidki hi sahi. Lekin agli baar, andar?”
“Push mat kar,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Tharkiyon.”


Us raat, suite ka bedroom bedside lamp se dheeme se chamka, khidkiyan samundari hawa ke liye thodi khuli, parde meri balcony se chhupkar dekhne ke liye bas thoda sa alag kiye hue. 


Maa king bed ke center mein peeth par leti thi, uski nightie chhodi hui, taangein chawdi faili hui, ghutne mude hue aur paon chadar par flat, uski yoni gulabi aur geeli dikhai deti hui, neeche gand ka chhed dikhayi deta hua, pehle ke chhedne se abhi bhi dheela. 


Uske bhaari stann dono taraf bikhar gaye, thandi hawa mein nipples sakht, baal takiye par phaila hua, chehra intezar se laal. Mukesh uski taangon ke beech ghutno par baitha, nanga aur sakht, uski jeebh uski yoni ke folds par lap-lap karta hua, dheere se uske clit ke gird ghoomta hua, jabki ek ungli uski gand ke chhed mein doob gayi, mudti aur probe karti hui, uske ras uske thook ke saath mil rahe the, geeli awaazein goonjti hui.


“Oh, Mukesh... meri yoni ko aur gehra chaat,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uske hath uske baalon mein, use kareeb kheenchte hue, uske hips thoda uchalte hue. “Woh jeebh—yaar, yeh jadu hai. Aur teri ungli meri gand mein... pehle se hi kheench rahi hai.”


Mukesh ne uske clit ke khilaf gunjaya, vibration se woh siskari bharne lagi, uski ungli uski gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, dheere pump karti hui. “Swad itna achha hai, Rekha—teri yoni tapak rahi hai, gand ka chhed aur mangta hai jaise. Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—taangein mere liye chawdi failayi hui.”


“Gajab lagta hai,” woh haanfte hue boli, uski taangein aur chawdi kaanpti hui, paon ki ungliyan mudti hui. “Teri jeebh mere clit par, ungli meri gandi chhed ko chod rahi hai—yaar, main teri randi hoon aaahh ooohhh Mukeeessshhh mukeessshhh. Aur gehra, mere pyar—mujhe charam par laa usse pehle tu meri gand par switch kare.”


Usne uski gand ke chhed mein doosri ungli jodi, unhe scissor karta hua, uska chhed aasani se yield karta hua, jabki uski jeebh uski yoni ke entrance mein doob gayi, uski geelapan lap-lap karta hua. “Wahi baat—gand dheeli aur taiyaar. Raj shayad jhaank raha hai; use dikhao kaise tu tadapti hai.”


Maa ne arch kiya, aur zor se siskari bhari. “Use dekhne do—yaar, Mukesh, wahi par! Meri gand ko aur zor se ungli karo; teri jeebh mujhe phaad degi.”
Unka aage-peechhe chalta raha, jism paseene se geele, bistar charkhata hua jab woh tadpi, uska muh uski yoni ko kha gaya, ungaliyan uski gand ke chhed ko aur barbaad karti hui, yeh scene chandni khidki ke neeche ek live porn show.



“Mukesh... oh yaar, mat ruk,” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri yoni ko aise chaat—haan, mera clit choos! Aur woh ungaliyan... meri gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, itna bhara, itna ganda lagta hai.”





Usne apna muh thodi der ke liye hataaya, uske ras ke dhaage uske honthon se jodte hue, uski ungaliyan abhi bhi pump karti hui. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, Rekha—yoni mere chehre par baadh laati hui, gand ka chhed vice jaisa pakadta hua. Iske liye bheek mango, mujhe bata tujhe meri jeebh wapas chahiye.”


“Please, Mukesh—doob ja, meri yoni khao jab tak main tere chehre par charam par na aao!” usne cheekh kar kaha, uska sar neeche kheenchte hue. “Meri gand ko aur gehra ungli se chodo; baad ke liye gape karo.”


Usne hukm maana, jeebh uske clit par tezi se flick karti hui, ungaliyan ab teen uski gand ke chhed mein, chawda kheenchti hui, uska jism charam ke bante hue kaanpta hua. “Mere liye charam par aa, randi—meri jeebh par chhidak, gand ka chhed meri ungliyon ke gird pulsate karta hua.”


Woh cheekhi, wildly uchalti hui, ras uski thodi par chhidakta hua, uski gand ka chhed rhythm mein simat-ta hua, meri khidki ke perch se yeh nazara obscene aur hot.


Baad mein, unhone saans li, Maa haanfte hue. “Yaar... yeh intense tha. Ab teri baari—gand ya yoni pehle?”
Mukesh muskuraya, apna chehra pochhte hue. “Gand, jaise maine kaha—lekin teri yoni mein dildo ke saath. Palat ja, Rekha—time hai tujhe double-stuff karne ka.”


Raat unke gande khel ke saath chali gayi, mera ling khidki ke sheeshe ke khilaf sakht, honeymoon abhi shuru hi hua tha

[Esha.]

Ekdum garma garam update

[Sushmita Sharma]

Super sexy and seductive writing