Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

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Bhai sacb bolu maa ka randi bana do par bete ko uski dilwa do bete ko bhi maza mile

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Intezar he sir mummy ki chudai ka

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CHAPTER 23

Main apni maa ki khud ki randi wali harqatein dekhne se khud ko rok nahi paaya.



Mummy ne ekdum se palat gayi, jism us fluid, shikaari grace se ghum gaya jo affair shuru hone ke
baad seekhi thi, aur uske hoth Davendra ke hothon se takra gaye – ekdum gehra, bhookha kiss jo
bilkul masoom nahi tha.


Yeh devour karne wala kiss tha – uske haath uski white shirt mein muththi bandh kar kheench rahi
thi, jaise jism mil jaayen yahin foyer mein. Davendra ne turant jawab diya, bade haath peeth se
neeche kamar pakad kar, sar thoda peeche tilt kar hukumat se angle liya.


Unki jeebhein geeli, geeli dance mein mili, meri chhupi jagah se awaaz aayi study door ke peeche se,
mummy ke gale se chhoti siskiyaan jab woh bhaari boobs uski chaati se daba rahi thi. Kiss “business
visit” ke liye bahut lambi thi, uska jism usmein tedha, ek taang uski pindi ke aas-paas hook kar jaise
chadh jaana chahti ho.


Hothon par laar chamak rahi thi jab aakhirkaar alag hue, dono tez saansein, mummy ke gaal gehre
laal jo aankhon ki paapi chamak se match kar rahe the.


“Davendra ji,” woh haanph rahi thi, awaaz dheemi aur tez, ab bhi shirt pakde hue, “ab bata do. Yeh
surprise… yeh jagah jahaan chodna chahte ho jo kabhi nahi chodi gayi… kya hai? Teen din se pagal ho
rahi hoon, soch-soch kar kitni gandi cheezein kar sakta hai mere saath. Gardan ke saath kuchh? Peeth?
Koi secret spot jo sirf tere intezaar mein tha?”


Usne andheri hasi hasa, haath neeche sarak kar uski bhaari gaand green saree ke upar se pakad li, flesh
itna zor se dabaya ki siski nikal gayi. “Abhi nahi meri randi. Raat ko jaanegi jab dikhaunga. Jab phaela
kar lunga jo mera hai. Tab tak curiosity jalaaye rakhe – geeli kare tujhe mere liye.”


Mummy ne siski bhari, uski jaangh par ragad rahi thi. “Please baby… sirf hint. Pehle dard karega?
Maangungi rukne ko lekin phir aur maangungi? Jaanna chahiye – har raat chhuti hoon soch kar, kaunsa
hissa bacha hai aakhri.”


Davendra jhuka, kaan kaat liya. “Sirf itna bataunga ki tu zindagi ki sabse gandi randi mehsoos karegi.
Teri chut se tight, muh se zyada mana. Lekin aur hint nahi. Raat ko chodunga jab tak barbaad na ho jaaye
kisi aur ke liye.”


Usne siski bhari, sar peeche gira. “Bhagwan maar daal raha hai… lekin theek. Intezaar karungi. Waada
kar jaldi hoga – mera jism tadap raha hai jo bhi twisted plan hai tere.”


Mujhe pata tha aaj raat kuchh hone wala hai – ghar ki hawa charged thi, intezaar se bhaari, jaise toofaan
se pehle shaanti. Davendra ka suitcase darwaze par quick visit ke liye nahi tha; chaar din ka pack, matlab
papa door rahega tab tak rahega.


Mummy kiss se thoda peeche hati, living room door ki taraf dekha jahaan sochti thi main homework kar
raha hoon. “Ruk Davendra ji… Jai bagal ke room mein hai. Sambhal kar. Woh smart hai – sun lega kuchh.”
Davendra ne smirk diya, haath ab bhi gaand mal rahe the.


“Sunne de. Ladka itna bada hai jaanne ko ki asli
mard aisi aurat ke saath kya karta hai. Lekin theek… bata, tere unwashed panty kahaan hai? Jo pehli thi
jab maine choda tha.”
Mummy ki aankhein badi ho gayi shock se, gaal laal, halke se chaati par thappad maara.


“Davendra! Yeh
… yeh kitna ghinnona! Aisi gandi cheez kaise maang sakte ho? Meri gandi panty? Kya karoge iske saath?”
Usne jhuk kar dheeme se bola. “Chahta hoon soonghna Prisha. Soonghna kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye, chut
se paani kaise tapakta hai mere lund soch kar. Kahaan hai? Laundry basket mein? Drawer mein?”


Usne hoth kaata, shock lekin excited, jism paas dab gaya. “Tu… itna pervert hai. Lekin agar jaanna hai toh
bedroom ke attached washroom mein hai. Black wali hamari aakhri raat ki – abhi tak nahi dhoyi. Abhi bhi…
pata hai na… hamara mess hai us par.”


Davendra ki aankhein bhookh se kaali. “Perfect. Abhi soonghunga, muh daalunga teri khushboo mein jab
tak sakht na ho jaaun raat ke liye.”


Mummy ne tab randi si muskaan di, shock pighal kar seductive grin, aankhein aadhi band, ungli uski chaati
par pherte hue. “Tu sach mein mere har hisse se pagal hai na? Meri gandi laundry tak. Chal phir… soongh
kitni randi hoon tere liye. Lekin jaldi – dinner tayyar hone wala hai.”


Mummy, jo mujhe paali, sadak ki randi si muskura rahi thi lover ke cum-stained panty soonghne ke idea
par. Dikha raha tha kitna gir gayi thi, seedhi housewife se ghinnoni cheezon mein khush hone wali.


Adding details, matlab woh humiliation chahti thi, objectification – usse used rag ki tarah treat, khushboo
trophy. Aur usne ghar mein itna boldly poochha… power play, usse toy bana diya.
Davendra ne sar hilaaya, black trouser mein ubhar adjust kiya. “Wapas aata hoon. Mujhe bina shuru mat
karna.”


Master bedroom ki taraf gaya, hamare ghar mein do washroom – ek main guests aur mere liye, ek private
maa-papa ke room mein, marble tiles bada mirror.


Main chupke peeche, nange paaon carpet bina awaaz, dil dhadak raha, corridor mein plant ke peeche chhup
gaya. Woh bedroom mein casual gaya jaise uska ghar ho, attached washroom mein darwaza adkhula chhod
kar.


Andar laundry hamper kone mein, mummy ki panty overflow. Usne hungrily khodha, kai unwashed panty
alag rang – red lace, white cotton, pink silk – sink par treasure jaise rakhi.


Aankhein chamki jab black mili, sookhe fluid se crusty. Izzat se uthaya, naak lagaya, aankhein band kar
gehra soongha.
Matlab woh depraved jaanwar tha, intimate scents se obsessed, underwear drug. Woh soonghne laga.
Adding details, naak phaila, aankhein peeche, dheemi groan khushboo savor karte hue. Categorically,
chut part pehle – front, sweet-sour arousal soongha, jeebh bahar nikal kar crust taste kiya.


Phir gaand part – back strip, naak par mask jaise daba kar, gehra earthy soongha, moan jaise amrit ho.
Main soch raha tha gaand part kyun itna soonghta – wahan kyun rukta, oxygen jaise? Ghinnona,
perverse, pet ghuma raha tha. Kaisa aadmi? Pervert, predator jo aurat ki ghinnoni cheezon se maza leta,
mummy ko bodily functions tak gira deta.


Khud se poochha, kaisa monster shadi-shuda aurat ki gandi panty soonghta hai jab beta paas chhupa
hai? Homewrecker, user, hamara parivar playground bana diya.
Ab soonghte hue mummy peeche aayi – main notice nahi kiya pehle, uski grotesque ritual par focus.
Uski parchhai us par giri tab pata chala.


Adding details, woh tease ya check karne aayi hogi, “surprise” ki curiosity bold bana rahi thi. Usne
mid-inhale pakda, chehra black panty mein dooba, dheemi gasp.


“Davendra ji!” dheeme shocked lekin amused, panty haath se cheen li. “Kya kar rahe ho? Gandi
underwear soongh rahe ho jaise kutiya garam ho? Yeh… itna embarrassing! Agar Jai aa jata toh?”






Woh palta, bina sharm ke grin, chehra ab bhi laal us gehre soonghne se jo black lace panty se liya
tha haath mein. Aankhon mein sharam ka namo-nishaan nahi – sirf kacchi bhookh aur ghamand
bhari khushi jo mera pet aur ghuma rahi thi.


Mummy attached washroom ke darwaze par khadi thi. Gaal gehre laal, lekin hoth halke hasi se
hil rahe the shock, sharam aur na-mani jaane wali garmaahat se.


“D-Davendra ji!” dheeme zor se boli, awaaz daant aur hasi ka mila-jula. “Vishwas nahi hota! Mere
bedroom washroom mein khade meri gandi panty soongh rahe ho jaise desperate teenager! Agar
Jai abhi andar aa jata toh? Kya bolti main?”


Davendra paas aaya, black panty dheele pakde trophy jaise latka. “Bolti ki tera yaar teri khushboo
se nahi bhar paata Prisha. Bolti ki yeh teri chut aur perfect gaand ki khushboo le kar aati hai, aur
mujhe pagal kar deti hai.”


Usne phir naak lagaya, dheere jaan-bujh kar, aankhein us par jam kar soongha. “Fuck… sookhe
dhabbe se bhi mehsoos hota hai kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye. Yeh gaand part… God, yahan aur
tez. Poora din lace ko cheeks ke beech ragad rahi thi na?”


Mummy ne haath muh par, lekin jaanghein dabne aur nipple top ke neeche sakht hone ko nahi
chhupa paayi. “Rukiye… yeh itna ganda hai. Yeh nahi dhoyi gayi hamari aakhri raat se. Ismein…
ismein tera paani sookha hai, jab tune meri gaand par giraya tha. Tu hamara mess soongh raha
hai Davendra… hamara ganda mess.”


Usne dheemi groan ki, crotch panel zor se chehre par daba kar. “Bilku. Mujhe pasand hai jaan
kar ki doosre mard ki biwi mere paani ke dhabbe wali panty pehen kar ghoomti hai. Pasand
hai tu unhe unwashed rakhti hai sirf mere liye.”


Usne panty ulta kiya, us patli strip ko bahar kar jo gaand ke beech thi, aur gehra soongha.
“Yeh hissa… yahan jahaan teri tight chhoti gaand poora din ragadti thi… yahan sabse tez.
Ghanton soongh sakta hoon.”


Mummy ki sharam aur gehri; paaon se paaon badalti rahi, khali haath top ke kinare se
kheenchti jaise jaanghon ke beech garmaahat chhupa sake. “Tu mujhe embarrass kar
raha hai… sach mein embarrass.

Lag raha hai jaise sasti randi hoon jo yeh hone de rahi hai
apne ghar mein, usi room mein jahaan Kishore sota hai. Lekin… God, itna excite kyun kar
raha hai? Kyun geeli ho rahi hoon dekh kar tujhe depraved jaanwar jaise meri gandi laundry
par?”




Davendra ne panty thoda neeche kiya bolne ko, lekin chehre ke paas rakhi. “Kyunki tu sasti
randi hai Prisha. Meri sasti shadi-shuda randi. Aur raat ko dikhaunga kitna puja karta hoon
tere har ghinnone inch ki. Is obsession se shuru kar.”


Mummy ki aankhein badi, sharam ke peeche curiosity. “Raat ko? Aakhirkaar bata dega…
dikhaayega… woh surprise? Woh jagah jo kisi mard ne nahi chhui?”


Usne aur paas daba kar doorframe se, panty uske gaal par halke se. “Bataane se zyada lunga.
Dheere. Gehra. Jab tak mera naam rote hue maangegi aur rukne na degi. Lekin shaant ho
meri rani… abhi ghante baaki. Mujhe teri khushboo thodi der aur maze lene de.”


Woh kaanpi, lekin haath uski kalai pakad kar panty wapas uske naak par khud lagayi.
“Theek… apni randi ki gandi gaand aur soongh le. Sirf isliye ki mujhe pagal kar raha hai jaan
kar tu kitna obsessed hai. Raat ko asli cheez soongh sakta hai – jitna chahe – jab aakhirkaar
us mana hisse ko lega jo sapne mein dekha hai.”


Davendra ki aankhein waade se kaali. “Oh lunga. Aur tu har second maze legi.”
Dono ek hi pal mein jhuke, kiss phir – dheere lekin bhookha. Mummy ki sharam pighal kar kacchi
ichha, jeebh uski jeebh se ragad rahi thi jab woh khud panty zor se uske chehre par daba rahi
thi, gale se dheemi siski.


Main nikal gaya notice hone se pehle, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki sun lenge. Dinner
tayyar hone wala tha, aur raat – asli raat – ab shuru hone wali thi.


Ab dinner ke waqt, hum teeno dining table par. Ab alag-alag cheezein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Pehle khate waqt, mummy Davendra ko seductive aur bhookhi nazron se dekh rahi thi. Mujhe
pata tha yeh matlab woh kitni bhookhi hai aur randi jaise behave kar rahi hai.







Main dheere se lawn par daudta hoon, paaon naram zameen mein dhans rahe hain, khadkhadaati
pattiyon se bach raha hoon jo bata den. Khidki aage hai, halki amber roshni ka rectangle bahar
nikal rahi hai mana daawat jaise. Paas ja kar dil kaan mein dhadak raha hai. Thandi eent ki deewar
se chipak kar ungliyon par uth kar jhaankta hoon.


Shit – parde tight band hain, poore nahi lekin overlap itna ki view block. Sirf halki parchhaaiyaan
kapde par naach rahi hain, lambi aur tease karti, jaise bhooton ka natak jismein mujhe nahi bulaaya.
Gussa ubal raha hai. Itne savdhaan kaise? Ya aadat. Gaali dheeme se, muththi kaasi.
Ruk nahi sakta; jaanna hai.


Bina socha corner se doosri taraf daudta hoon, wahan chhoti khidki upar, bed ka alag angle.
Risky; mummy ke gulab ke trellis par chadhna padega. Haathon mein kaante chubhte hain uthte
hue, structure dheeme creak karti hai wazan se.


Please hold, sochta hoon, paseena maathe par thandi hawa mein. Inch-inch upar, shishe ke level.
Yahan parde thoda khule – thank fuck. Position adjust, chehra chipka, saans shishe par fog karti,
ponchhta hoon.


Aur woh hain. Saaf subah ki tarah, bedside lamp ki garam roshni mein. Mummy, lambe kaale baal
kandhon par, aur Davendra, papa ka boss, woh ghamandi harami jo company barbecue mein
mehngi ghadi dikhaata hai. Dono kiss kar rahe hain.


Gehra passionate kiss mein doobe, uske haath peeth par, woh pighal rahi hai. Mummy ki baahen
gardan mein, paas kheench rahi, jism bed ke kinare par chipke – wahi bed jo mummy papa ke
saath har raat soti hai. Dheere kiss karte mummy uthi darwaza band kiya.






Pet mud gaya. Yeh pehli baar mummy ne doosra mard is pavitra jagah mein laayi hai, woh room
jahaan papa light band karne se pehle “I love you” bolte hain, jahaan bees saalon se zindagi
banayi hai. Yeh dhokha hai un kasmon ka jo deewar par family photo ke neeche liye the, hamari
aakhri chhutti wali.


Intimacy ka desecration jo unhone pala hai – papa ka side bed neat bana, reading glasses
nightstand par, jaise thodi der bahar gaye hon.


Aur mummy yahan Davendra ko aane de rahi hai, uski mojoodgi unki hawa ko ganda kar rahi
hai. Shishe se lavender sheets ki halki khushboo mehsoos kar sakta hoon, ab unki garmaahat
se mila hua. Yeh bedroom hamesha stability ka symbol tha, mummy ki wafadari ka.


Woh har subah duvet ke kone tuck karti thi, pillows theek karti thi. Ab sin ka den ban raha hai,
pehli baar mummy yahan line cross kar rahi hai, papa ki mehnat se khareede ghar ke neeche.
Emotional angle se, bees saalon ki bharosa tod rahi hai shaant subah aur raaton ka. Physical
se, profane – mattress jo sirf papa ka wazan jaanta tha ab dhokhe ka nishaan.


Papa ki cologne pillow par halki, alarm early shifts ka – sab intruder ke saaye mein. Yeh pehli
baar mummy doosre mard ke saath so rahi hai us bedroom mein jahaan papa sote hain, moral
violation gehra, pyar ke ghar ko lust ka den bana raha hai.


Unka kiss bhookha, violent – hoth takraate, jeebhein tangle, dheemi moan shishe se sunai de
rahi thi.


Davendra ke haath kamar neeche, saree pallu side kiya practice se, mummy ki ungliyaan shirt
mein, urge kar rahi. Surreal; yeh room family movie nights ki yaad rakhta hai jab bachcha tha
main andar chadh jaata tha, mummy bukhar mein jagti papa soup laata. Ab woh yaadein gandi
ho gayi.


Dekhte hue thitha, mummy kiss toota knot kholne ko, harkat tezi. Lower part jaldi utaara,
fabric paaon par dher, toned taangein kamar curve dikha.
Swift, desperate, jaise doosri soch na aaye.





Material skin se whisper, ghutne kaanp, saansein tez. Reckless quick removal, bridges jala rahi,
moment ko full commit.
Black panty aur green blouse mein, contrast garam skin par. Woh panty – lacy sheer intimate
hug – wahi jo Davendra ne last month office secret meeting mein di thi.


Plain paper mein lapeti sly token, usse mark karne, har baar pehne yaad dilane ki woh uski hai
papa ke bina jaane. Black mystery sin, arousal evidence chhupata, secret seductress mehsoos
karwata family dinner mein.


Mera haath khud crotch par, ungliyaan pant ke upar sakht lund pakad li. Instinctive grip, bad
behavior taboo thrill se.
Matlab main bhi line cross kar raha – voyeurism self-gratification, bete ka role ganda depraved.
Aise pakad kar garmaahat pulse mehsoos, apne moral ka dhokha, family loyalty base arousal
bana.


Lekin parwah nahi; nazara intoxicating, dhokha raw ignore nahi.
Kyun? Charged moment mein mana nature sab override – secret thrill, dekhna jo nahi dekhna
chahiye, rational soch dubo deta.


Mujhe nahi pata maa ke dhokhe ka gussa kahaan gaya; pehle jalne wala gussa papa ki bharosa
muskaan soch kar, suraj mein dhuaan ban gaya. Visual shock absorb kar liya, twisted
excitement mein badal diya.


Sharam gehri – filial duty se papa ko fail kar raha, intervene nahi pervert jaise dekh. Personal
moral se sharam maa ke dhokhe par sakht hona, jism dimaag dhokha.
Emotionally sharam nafrat na hone ki, curiosity jeetne ki. Physically humiliating – sticky pre-cum
seep, haath kaanpta pakadte hue.


Sharam layers mein – societal bad habit indulge, indirect bhi; familial memory desecrate.
Bhaari wazan, gaal garam thandi hawa mein, lekin arousal mila cocktail shake nahi.
Mummy abhi green blouse mein curves chipke, khud button khol rahi, ungliyaan kaanpti
determined. Utaar di, zameen par giri, ab sirf white bra aur black panty mein.

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CHAPTER 24


Davendra ne aakhirkaar apna lund mummy ke us chhed mein daal diya jise woh
pottee karne ke liye istemal karti hain.






"Oh, Davendra," vah glass ke paar se husky awaaz mein murmurat karti hai, "main poore din
iska intezaar kar rahi thi. Ise risk ke laayak bana do."
Vah dheemi, shikaari si hanshi hansta hai. "Tum jaanti ho main karunga. Tumhaare pati ka
bed tum jaise—utsuk aur nangi—ke saath aur bhi behtar lagta hai."


Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha ki Mom Dad ke saath aisa kar rahi hain. Mere Dad unhe poori
tarah se pyaar karte hain—har subah jaldi uthkar unke liye love praises banate hain jaise
unhe pasand hai, extra passion ke saath. Vahi hain jo random Tuesdays ko phoolon se surprise
karte hain, sirf anniversary pe nahi, kabhi kabhi park se wild phool chun kar dikhaane ke liye
ki thought hi count karta hai.


Aur yeh sab karte hue vah unke boss ke saath chupke chupke milti hain. Ek nazariye se yeh
dil todaane waala hai; Dad ka devotion shaant lekin gehra hai, unka pyaar pure hai, asthir—
jaise woh gold necklace jo vah abhi bhi pehni hui hain, jo unke saath bed pe dhokha dete hue
mockingly chamak rahi hai.


Davendra, abhi kapde pehne hue, thoda peeche hatta hai aur apni t-shirt utaar phenkta hai,
apna muscled chest dikhaata hai, jo Dad ke softer build se bilkul alag hai jo desk work aur
family barbecues se aaya hai. Vah dobara kissing mein doob jaate hain, ab aur gehri, uske haath
neeche sarak kar Mom ki badi gaand ko mazbooti se pakadte hain.


Vah unhe dabata hai, flesh uski grip mein yield karti hai, uski cheeks uske palms se overflow
karti hain jaise pakke phal. Yeh possessive hai, use apni territory mark kar raha hai ek raw aur
dominant tareeke se. Ek nazariye se yeh sensual hai—jaise uski ungliyaan dig in karti hain, soft
gaand cheeks ko knead karti hain, round globes jo har movement ke saath thodi jiggle karti hain.


Doosre nazariye se yeh aggressive hai, uski skin pe red imprints temporary brand ban jaate hain.
Apne details add karte hue: jaise uska body respond karta hai, peeche arch ho jaata hai uske
touch mein, uski gaand uske palms ke neeche clench karti hai jaise aur invite kar rahi ho. Uske
hips ke upar slight dimples jahaan uske thumbs press karte hain, warmth jo main imagine karta
hoon uski skin se uske rough haathon ke neeche radiate ho rahi.



 








Yeh dekh kar, main apna dick tez rub karna shuru kar deta hoon, friction pants ke andar heat
bana rahi hai. Yeh involuntary hai, pace har squeeze ke saath tez ho jaati hai jo vah deta hai,
mera body unke rhythm se sync ho jaata hai jaise strings pe puppet.


Visuals se: jaise uski skin pressure ke neeche pink flush ho jaati hai, panties wedging deeper
jaati hain jaise vah manipulate karta hai. Apne details add: vah ab light slaps maarta hai kabhi
kabhi, sound glass ke paar sharp crack ki tarah, use gasp karwaata hai aur aur peeche push
karwaata hai. Ek haath neeche venture karta hai, inner thighs ko tease karta hai, doosra lift
aur release karta hai, ripple dekh kar.



"God, teri gaand perfect hai," vah kisses ke beech groan karta hai, awaaz lust se thick. "Main
isse aise own karne ka sapna dekhta tha—har curve ko haathon ke neeche feel karna."
Vah softly moan karti hai, sar peeche tilt. "Aise hi karte raho... bahut achha lag raha hai,
Davendra. Lekin ab tumne mujhe curious kar diya—batao aaj raat ke liye aur kya plan hai.
Mujhe feel ho raha hai tum kitne hard ho."


"Tumne un tight sarees se events pe mujhe tease kiya," vah kehta hai, harder massage karte
hue, ungliyaan lace edge ke neeche briefly dip. "Yeh gaand meri meetings haunt karti hai—har
baar tum guzar ti ho, main imagine karta hoon tumhe desk pe bend kar ke."


"Main unhe tumhare liye pehenti hoon," vah admit karti hai, peeche grind karte hue uske palms
pe, awaaz breathy. "Jaante hue ki tum dekh rahe ho... din exciting ban jaata hai. Ab dikhao
kitna appreciate karte ho—hold back mat karo."


Vah deeply chuckle karta hai, massage aur insistent ho jaati hai, use wider spread karte hue.
"Oh, karunga. Is beautiful gaand ka har inch aaj raat mera hai. Lekin rush mat karo—batao,
mujhe yahaan, tumhare marital bed pe feel karna kaisa lag raha hai?"


"Yeh... forbidden lagta hai, lekin thrilling," vah reply karti hai, haath uske shoulders clutch
karte hue. "Jaise main saalon mein pehli baar zinda feel kar rahi hoon."


Unki conversation naturally flow karti hai, desire se laced. "Yaad hai last month ka conference?"
vah add karta hai, thumbs deeper circle karte hue. "Tum us tight saree mein—main ek bhi
presentation pe focus nahi kar paaya. Sirf yeh sochta raha ki in cheeks ko aise hi grab karoon."


Mom suddenly kissing rok deti hai, peeche hat kar playful smile ke saath, aankhein
arousal ke flush mein sparkle kar rahi hain. "Ruko, Davendra. Tumne phone pe surprise
ka zikr kiya tha. Kya hai woh? Tumne mujhe itna worked up kar diya—ab suspense mein mat
rakho."


Vah grin karta hai, haath abhi bhi uski gaand pe, final possessive squeeze dete hue pehle
thoda peeche hatta hai, nazar uske semi-nude form pe rake karti hai. "Theek hai, meri eager
little slut. Surprise yeh hai... aaj raat main teri gaand maarunga. Tere us virgin back hole ko
apna banaunga completely."


Vah gasp karti hai, aankhein shock se wide, haath muh pe jaise sound stifle karne. "Anal?
Davendra, nahi... yeh... yeh toh kabhi socha bhi nahi..." Uski awaaz trail off, cheeks deeper
crimson flush, body visibly tense.






Mujhe lagta hai vah shocked hai kyuki anal hamari culture mein utterly taboo hai—sirf
darkest scandals mein whisper hota hai, respectable homes jaise hamare mein openly
discuss nahi.


Yeh degrading, filthy maana jaata hai, perversion jo immoral realm mein cross karta hai,
un women ke liye reserved jo raasta bhatak gayi hain. Uski conservative upbringing se,
small town mein badi hui jahaan premarital kissing bhi frowned upon thi, yeh ultimate
line hai jo usne kabhi cross karne ki imagine nahi ki.


Aur main bhi shocked hoon—ek taraf se kyuki Mom hamesha propriety ki picture rahi
hain, mujhe TV pe kuch bhi "vulgar" dekhne pe daant ti thi, family values aur modesty
emphasize karti thi.


Yeh ultimate betrayal hai, apne body ka woh hissa surrender karna jo Dad ne kabhi fuck
nahi kiya. Society se: hamari community mein anal depravity se linked hai, reputations
forever ruin karta hai. Mujhe yaad aata hai aunts ko gossip karte suna "loose" women
ke baare mein, imply karte hue ki aise acts se woman real slut aur whore ban jaati hai.


"Lekin... anal sex? Yeh toh spoiled women ke liye hai, core se rotten," mom protest karti
hai, awaaz fear aur intrigue ke mix se waver. "Yeh moral decay laata hai—suna hai kaise
yeh corrupt karta hai, aur zyada depravity crave karwaata hai jab tak turning back nahi."
Vah softly hans ta hai, use dobara close pull kar, haath ab hips pe lightly. "Oh, tu toh already
full slut hai, hai na? Apne pati ke saath usi ke bed pe cheating? Ab wapas nahi ja sakti,
meri jaan. Yeh bas hamare little adventure ka next natural step hai."


Vah lip bite karti hai, conflicted, aankhein dart away. "Main... nahi jaanti. Bahut wrong
lagta hai. Jo women yeh karti hain woh indecent ban jaati hain, saari shame lose, proper
sab pe peeche mudti hain."


"Exactly," vah kehta hai, tone coaxing aur firm, haath chin cup kar use dekne pe majboor.
"Lekin kya yeh nahi jo tu secretly chahti hai? Un sab chains se free hona, completely meri
slut ban na? Bata—kya tu meri slut banna chahti hai, fully aur without reservation?"
Vah hesitate karti hai, breath hitch, phir whisper: "Haan... haan, chahti hoon. Main tumhari
hona chahti hoon."


Vah triumphantly smile karta hai, lekin vah continue karti hai, concerns spill out. "Lekin agar
bahut dard ho? Agar... neeche cheezen change ho jaayein, jaante ho, everyday functions
ke saath?" Face burn, direct words avoid lekin lower body ki taraf vaguely gesture, meaning
clear—messiness, bodily realities ki worry "poop" bole bina.


Davendra understandingly nod karta hai, expression reassuring. "Samajh raha hoon—woh
practical worries. Chinta mat kar; carefully handle karenge. Isliye kuch smooth banane waala
chahiye. Woh coconut oil hai na jo tumne ek baar mention kiya? Vanity shelf pe? Laao mere
liye, slut."


Slowly nod kar, vah turn karti hai aur dresser ke paas shelf ki taraf jaati hai—wahi cluttered
lotions, perfumes, family trips ke trinkets se. Uski hips hypnotically sway karti hain jaise chalti
hai, black panties curves pe cling, har step pe slightly ride up.


Thodi der rummage karti hai, peeth uski taraf, white bra straps shoulders pe taut. Finally
small bottle coconut oil nikaalti hai, label faded, aur trembling fingers se use deti hai, aankhein
mix apprehension aur excitement se milti hain.







"Oil kyun exactly?" vah poochti hai, awaaz soft, reassurance maangti hui jaise embrace mein
wapas aati hai.
"Lubricate karne ke liye, meri jaan," vah explain karta hai, uncap kar drop finger pe pour,
thumb aur forefinger ke beech rub.


"Taaki main us tight gaand mein bina pain ke slide kar sakoon—glisten kar doon, har inch smoothly
feel karwa doon. Bahut dinon se fantasize kar raha hoon. Office mein tumhe dekhta, files
pe bend hote hue, imagine karta us back hole ko, hidden aur waiting, oiled up aur ready."
"Sach? Tumne... mere us hisse ke baare mein itna socha?" vah probe karti hai, tone flattery
aur nerves ka blend.


"Har damn day," vah admit karta hai, free haath arm trace. "Boring meetings mein zone out,
tumhe all fours pe picture karta, perfect gaand wink karti hui, slick with oil. Ultimate claim
hai—jo tumhara pati never dared."


Main frozen dekh raha tha jaise vah nightstand se oil ki bottle uthata hai—wahi jo Mom long
days ke baad massages ke liye use karti thi. Cap slowly twist karta hai, deliberately,
moment savor karte hue. Cap soft click se free, generous amount palm mein pour, golden
liquid light catch.


"Prisha, darling," vah murmur karta hai, awaaz low aur commanding cracked window se.
Har shabd, har saans sun raha tha. "Mujhe teri beautiful gaand ka khayaal rakhne de."
Vah giggle karti hai, sound bilkul alag Mom se jo cookies baketi thi aur late rehne pe daantti
thi. "Oh, Davendra, tum kitne naughty ho. Lekin theek hai... tumhare liye."


Uski badi gaand black panties ke fabric se strain kar rahi thi. Massive, round aur firm yoga
se, woh jo grocery store mein heads turn karti thi. Davendra haath rub karta hai oil warm
karne, phir cheeks pe place.






Top se shuru, waist ke neeche, fingers slow circular motions mein slick liquid spread. Oil skin
mein seep, polished marble jaise glisten lamp ke neeche. Neeche work karta, deeper knead,
thumbs cleft mein dip jahaan panties thighs meet.


Doosre angle se, side pe step kar, dekhta hoon kaise admire karta hai, aankhein hungry.
"God, Prisha, yeh gaand art ka piece hai. Itni badi, perfect. Tera pati inhe waise appreciate
nahi karta jaise main."


Vah softly moan, back arch. "Mmm, aur tum? Aur batao."
"Oh, haan. Jaise ripe fruits, squeeze hone ko beg. Aur aaj raat, sab mere."
Yakeen nahi hota. Yeh bedroom Dad ke saath share karti thi—jahaan old memories pe
haste the, Dad goodnight kiss karte. Ab ghar brothel bana diya, is aadmi ko defile karne
diya. Shame chest mein burn, hot aur unrelenting.


Uski gaand ab shine, oil light reflect hypnotic sheen mein. Davendra lightly slap ek cheek
pe, jiggle dekh. "Dekh kaise shine? Night sky ke stars jaise. Tu ab meri slut hai, Prisha.
Admit kar."


Vah throaty laugh. "Haan, Davendra. Tumne mujhe bana diya. Lekin... fit hoga? Tera big
cock meri... meri filthy gaand mein?"
Vah pause, haath massage continue. "Hoga. Make kar lenge. Party se sapna dekh raha
hoon us tight hole ka."


"Lekin itna private," vah whisper, shoulder pe glance. "Sabse private part. Kisi ne kabhi nahi
maara, pati ne bhi nahi."
"Isliye main lucky," vah growl, close pull. "Main claim karunga. Wide stretch. Teri gaand aaj
raat meri."


Twisted emotions feel ho rahe. Shame watching se, anger Mom pe Dad pe cheating—jo
hotel mein clueless loyal. Lekin despite, look away nahi kar pa raha. Heart pound, forbidden
heat groin mein build. Angry haan, lekin scene raw, intense, hard ho raha tha. Next dekhne
ko wait nahi kar pa raha, guilt gnaw karte hue bhi.


Davendra peeche hatta, work admire. "Theek hai, slut. Bed pe ja aur bend over. Dikha kya
hai tere paas."
Vah hesitate, phir wicked smile. "Okay, lekin yaad rakhna, main wait kar rahi hoon ki tum
mujhe slut banao meri smelly gaand maar ke."


Seductively move karti hai, oiled gaand sway har step pe, shine light flicker catch. Bed edge
pe—Dad ki side—haath mattress pe, waist se bend. Gaand high rise, panties on, fabric taut
curves pe. Oil cheeks glow jaise within lit, droplets thighs pe trickle.






Stare kar raha, anger boil. Pornstars jaise pose, woh jo sneak peeks mein dekhta tha.
Yeh meri mom nahi ho sakti, jo bachpan mein tuck in karti thi. Accept nahi; nightmare lagta.
Kya main slut se paida hua? Thought punch jaise, rage fuel. Lekin anger twist—haath
neeche slip, pants se dick rub, hard insistent. Kyun? Kyuki betrayal complete, erotic
wrongness mein, wild drive. Hate karta hoon, lekin stop nahi.


Davendra approach, awaaz husky. "Ab yeh fat gaand cheeks spread kar, Prisha. Dikha kya
work kar raha hoon."
Vah peeche reach, fingers panties mein hook lekin abhi down nahi. "Aise? Mmm, tumhe
meri big gaand pasand hai na? Itni fat aur juicy."


"God haan. Perfection. Tera pati andha hoga jo har raat worship nahi karta."
Agar Dad ko pata... oh God, kya karega? Shatter, shayad work pe confront, job dignity lose.
Mom everything risk thrill ke liye.


Slow tug se black panties side part, gaand reveal. Pehli baar dekha—imagine nahi kiya tha.
Forbidden beautiful: tight puckered rosebud, pinkish-brown, shining cheeks ke beech
nestled. Clean, inviting, untouched till now.






"Pasand aaya?" vah purr.
"Fuck haan. Gorgeous. Kya main smell karoon, Prisha? Tere filthy little hole ki whiff loon?"
Vah lip bite. "Agar chahte ho... meri gaand soon gh, Davendra. Apni bana lo."


Vah kneel behind, haath wider spread. Lean in, thumbs se slightly part, deeply inhale.
"Ahh, heaven smell. Musky, sweet—woman secret jaise."
Yeh scene... sick way mein good feel. Intimacy, degradation—mesmerizing. Endlessly praise
gaand: "Itni tight, pretty. Better than any pussy."


Kuch minutes baad pull up. Vah comply, bed pe crawl face-down stretch, gaand offering
jaise present. Big gaand quiver slightly, oiled ready.
"Ruko, Davendra," vah concern se. "Anal sex... darr lag raha. Hurt ho sakta."
"Thoda hoga, lekin love karegi. Ek baar kar liya, full meri slut. No back."


"Jaanti hoon. Yakeen nahi—party ke baad sneaking, ab yeh. Real slut ban jaungi, all
steps: blowjobs, pussy fucking, ab anal. Teri anal whore."
Vah grin. "Exactly. Ab comfortable banaate hain."


Dad side pillow reach—faint aftershave scent—stomach ke neeche slide. Kyun? Hips
elevate, gaand upward angle better access. Big gaand prominent, bina iske struggle.
"Yeh kyun?" vah head lift poochti.


"Teri gaand too big, too perfect," explain. "Yeh raise karegi taaki direct gaand pe aa
sakoon. Deep slide easy."
"Oh, clever. Sab sochte ho. Pro slut feel."
"Haan, aur position right—no escape once in."


Nervously laugh, add: "Jaise ritual prep. Meri big gaand special treatment."
Nod, oil haath again. Mom peeche reach gaand cheeks wide spread hold. Davendra
direct penis pe oil pour, stroke full slick—shaft gleam jaise gaand.


Phir finger dip gaand mein prepare, slow gentle first. One knuckle, two, deeper probe.
Mom face window toward—meri taraf. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open pleasure,
cheeks flushed. Lip bite, soft "Ahh" escape twist pe.


"Mmm, good," whisper.
Second finger add, stretch. Expression intense—brows furrowed ecstasy, lips wider
part.


Ab main event. Position, penis head gaand press. "Prisha, sure? Last concerns?"
Shakily nod. "Bas... fit hoga? Itni filthy, tight."
Shamefully chuckle. "Hoga. Done before. Relax, aur
Push shuru, head pucker nudge. Impossible lagta.



Thick cock tiny clenched
opening pe press, swollen tip slightly flatten stubborn ring pe. Oil thick glossy, drip
beads jahaan bodies meet, lekin Mom rigid.
Rim skin tight stretch pale almost translucent, broad head no ground. Har careful
rock hips se harder clench, ring flutter seal shut again again.


Fingers sheets twist, face dark window toward, eyes shut tight, mouth shallow
frightened breaths, even cry start. “Davendra, sach mein too big,” trembling rush
mein. “Nahi fit hoga. Already feel aur hurt.”


Ek haath hip steady, doosra guide. “Slowly breathe out aur muscles relax try.
Thoda push out jaise poop push kar rahi ho. Oil hai, help karega.”


Try karti, tiny push, lekin body betray snap shut. “AAHHH, nahi, burning bahut,”
cry, awaaz crack. “Please slower, beg kar rahi.”






Completely pause, pressure constant bina force. “Jitna slow ja sakta. Fine kar
rahi, breathe keep. Nose se in, mouth se out.”
“AAAAHHH,” moan jab tiniest pressure add. Very tip sink start, rim wider stretch,
thin gleam light. “Davendra, tear open feel. Nahi kar sakti.”


“Can,” calm answer, low voice. “Already opening little. Fight mat, let happen.”
“UUUHHH, too much,” whimper, fresh tears cheeks. “Socha tha want lekin cannot
take. Please stop push.”
Perfectly still hold, head barely inside ring. “Abhi nahi move. Feel kaise filthy gaand
accept start? Flutter means relax. Stay with me.”


“NNNGHHH, no,” gasp, head shake pillow pe. “Wrong feel. Hurt too deep already.”
Wait, sweat forehead, breathing slow fraction. Phir forward press, slow relentless.
Widest head crown start, ring absolute limit force. Oil wet slick sounds tiny
advance pe.


“AAAAIIIIHHH,” sharp cry, back arch try phir flat force. “Davendra, serious, out karo.
Breathe nahi properly.”
“Almost past head,” clenched teeth se. “Hardest part. One more second worst over.”
“MMMMMPHHH, no please,” sob, body tremble. “Nahi want anymore. Splitting feel.”







Final steady push se thick head fully slip inside. Soft wet pop jaise gaand close snugly
crown ke peeche. Mom jerk whole body, raw scream throat se: “AAAAAHHHH, OH GOD,
ANDAR AA GAYA, AAAHHH, NIKALO!

[Wasifahim]

Sexy fantastic update