Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[prash001]

carry on with mother and son romance. interesting to see what happen between mother son as lovers and mother being full randi at home and college for son

[Rajendra karka]

Fuck infront of som

[Ankita b]

no mom son,this story is not incest. Please save this story from disaster. instead,story need a cuck son

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... full masti ke sath with hot pics and gifs

[Aman34]

Bhai beta ke hi pati banao

[6sense]

Do not even think of adding any incest or mom son.yeh story humiliating aar pure cuckold story hai. Please add pics and gif. Really excited to see how bull abhay fuck tripti in hostel ...

[Incestlala]

super story mast

[Joker44]

Goa ki us aag laga dene wali, wild raat ke baad jab agli subah suraj nikla, toh villa ka nazara kisi toofan ke guzar jaane ke baad ki shanti jaisa tha. Har koi hangover aur raat bhar ki thakaan se choor tha. Par is thakaan mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur nasheeli khumari bhi thi.

Trupti jab apne kamre se bahar aayi, toh uske chehre par ek alag hi 'post-sex glow' tha. Usne ek dhili-dhali, floral beach maxi dress pehni hui thi, jo hawa mein lehra rahi thi. Raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki be-raham ragad, uske doodhiya boobs par Abhay ke hothon ke nishaan, aur uski chhuttiyon ka aakhri nasha uske jism ke por-por se jhalak raha tha. Usne apne baalon ko khula rakha tha taaki uski gardan aur collarbone par Abhay ne jo gehri laal aur neeli 'love bites' (hickeys) di thin, unhe chhupa sake. Par uske chalne mein aayi wo halki si lachak aur dard saaf bata raha tha ki raat ko uski kya haalat ki gayi thi.
Abhay theek uske piche-piche kitchen area mein aaya. Uska seena chauda tha aur uski aankhon mein ek vijeta (winner) wala ghamand tha. Aate hi usne poore haq se apne dono majboot haath Trupti ki patli kamar par lapet diye aur uski nangi gardan ke paas apna chehra ghusa kar ek gehra kiss (smooch) kar diya.


"Good morning, meri jaan..." Abhay ne fusfusate hue kaha. Trupti ne sharma kar apni aankhein band kar lin aur halke se uske seene par lagg gayi.
Theek usi waqt, kitchen island ke doosre kone par Rahul khada black coffee pee raha tha. Usne ye saara nazara apni aankhon se dekha. Uski Sati-Savitri Maa, jiske jism ko wo apni private jagir samajhta tha, aaj kisi aur mard ki baahon mein pighal rahi thi. Rahul ke dimaag mein kal raat ki wo saari details ghoomne lagin—kaise Trupti ne squirting ki thi, kaise uske chehre aur boobs par Abhay ka veerya (cum) gira tha. Rahul ka khoon ubal raha tha. Uski mutthi itni zor se kassi hui thi ki coffee mug tootne ki kagaar par tha. Par usne apne chehre par wahi shant, masoom aur cool mask pehan rakha tha. Raat ko Abhay ke laptop se churaya gaya Vikki ka blackmail video uski jeb mein padi pendrive mein tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ki ye khushi chand dinon ki mehmaan hai.
Thodi der mein Pranay aur Shital bhi room se bahar aaye. Dono thode awkward zaroor lag rahe the, par unke chehron par raat ke hookup ki thakaan saaf thi. Sabse aakhir mein Kriti bahar aayi. Wo buri tarah hungover thi, par uski aankhein khulte hi seedha Rahul ke nange, muscular chest par jaakar tik gayin. Truth or Dare game mein Rahul ki godh par lap dance dene ke baad se hi Kriti ke andar Rahul ko paane ki aag bhadak chuki thi.
"Guys," Rahul ne apna coffee mug rakhte hue ek bohot hi casual aur energetic aawaz mein kaha, "Aaj shaam ki humari flight hai. Kyun na flight se pehle is hangover ko utaarne ke liye beach par ek aakhri chill session kiya jaye? No heavy games, bas thoda paani, thodi dhup aur relax."
Group ne turant haami bhar di. Goa ki is 'no rules' vacation energy ko koi itni jaldi chhodna nahi chahta tha.
Sab log beach par jaane ki tayari karne lage. Trupti ne Rahul ko akele dekha toh uske andar ki 'Maa' thodi si bechain ho gayi. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul uske aur Abhay ke romance ko dekh kar andar hi andar hurt ho raha hoga (fake breakup ki wajah se). Trupti dabe paaon Rahul ke paas aayi aur uske baazu par bohot hi naram, maternal tareeqe se apna haath rakha.
"Rahul..." Trupti ne aawaz ko dheema rakhte hue, aas-paas dekh kar ek maa aur ek dost dono ke tone mein kaha. "Aaj ka din poore maze se enjoy karna. Puraani baaton ko ya mujhe Abhay ke saath dekh kar apne dimaag par bojh mat dalna. Tu khush rahega, toh mujhe sach mein bohot acha lagega. Move on, and find some fun for yourself."
Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski Maa kitni bholi thi, jo us shaitaan ko humdardi dikha rahi thi jo uski barbaadi ka poora jaal bun chuka tha.
"Don't worry, Trupti," Rahul ne behad sweet aur reassuring muskaan dete hue kaha. "Main bilkul theek hoon. Kriti is good company, main apne liye fun dhoondh lunga. Tum bas apni life enjoy karo."
Trupti ko ye sun kar itna sukoon mila ki usne halke se Rahul ka gaal thapthapaya aur khushi-khushi Abhay ke paas chali gayi. Uski aakhri tension bhi ab khatam ho gayi thi.
Thodi der baad, poora group samandar ke kinare safed rait par tha. Halki-phulki beach volleyball chal rahi thi. Hawa mein namkeen mehak thi. Kriti ne aaj ek behad choti si neon pink bikini pehni thi aur wo lagataar Rahul ke aas-paas mandra rahi thi.
Volleyball ke beech jab Rahul thak kar rait par baitha, toh Kriti turant uske peeche aa gayi. Uske haath mein sunscreen ki bottle thi. Bina pooche, Kriti ne apne dono haath Rahul ki chaudi peeth par rakhe aur cream malna shuru kar diya.
"Tumhare muscles bohot tight hain Rahul..." Kriti ne jaan-bhoojh kar apne nange boobs Rahul ki peeth se ragadte hue kaha. Phir wo thoda aage khiski aur apne honth Rahul ke kaan ke bilkul kareeb laakar fusfusayi, "Kal raat mere lap dance ke waqt... tumhara wo tent bohot tight tha. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi ki tum kitne hard the... Kya aaj flight se pehle... bina kapdon ke us dance ka ek repeat chahiye?"


Rahul ne Kriti ki aawaz mein wo bechaini aur bhookh saaf sun li thi. Usne ek pal ke liye samne dekha, jahan Trupti paani ke kinare Abhay ke hothon par kiss kar rahi thi. Rahul ke andar ki aag aur jalan achanak hawas mein badal gayi.
'Maa toh wahan Abhay ki randi bani hui hai,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue apne dimaag mein socha. 'Meri ye aag mujhe jala rahi hai. Aur ye Kriti khud mere lund ke liye tadap rahi hai. Is Kriti ko chod kar meri bhadas bhi nikal jayegi, aur Abhay ko bhi lagega ki main aage badh chuka hoon. Abhay ka ego aur hawa mein udegai ki usne mujhe hara diya, jabki use pata hi nahi ki uska game pehle hi over ho chuka hai.'
Rahul ne palat kar Kriti ki aankhon mein dekha, uske hothon par ek be-rahm, hawasi muskaan thi. Usne halke se Kriti ki nangi, chikni jaangh par apna haath rakha aur daba diya. "I'd love that, Kriti. Dopehar mein room par milte hain." Kriti ka chehra khushi aur hawas se khil utha. Uski panty wahi beach par gili hone lagi thi.
Udhar, volleyball ab mini-dares mein badal chuki thi. Jo point haarta, use choti-moti saza (punishment) milti. Khel-khel mein Abhay ne ek easy shot miss kar diya.
"Out! Point humara!" Sahil aur Pranay josh mein chillaye. "Abhay haara hai, iski saza milegi!"
Dono haste hue Abhay par jhapte. Abhay bhi has raha tha aur unse chhutne ki koshish kar raha tha, par Sahil ne peeche se use pakad liya. Pranay ne paas hi padi ek lambi beach sarong (towel) uthayi aur Abhay ke dono mazboot haathon ko uski peeth ke peeche kaskar baandh (bound) diya.
"Acha beta! Chhodunga nahi tum dono ko main," Abhay has raha tha. Uske baandhe jane par uske biceps aur chest ke muscles buri tarah strain (tan) kar rahe the. Ye nazara ek ajeeb sa erotic tease ban gaya tha. Ek tagda, alpha male unke saamne bebas khada tha, jiske haath piche bandhe the.
"Is saza mein thoda aur spice daalte hain," Pranay ne shaitani hansi haste hue kaha. "Kyun na iska swimming trunk bhi nikaal dein? Trupti bhabhi ke theek saamne iska nanga pradarshan karte hain!"
Sab log zor-zor se hasne lage. Abhay ne thoda ghabrate hue, par maje mein apne haath chhudane ki koshish ki.
Par theek usi waqt, Trupti ke andar ki protective aur dominant girlfriend bahar aa gayi. Wo apni floral dress mein matakti hui aage aayi. Uski aankhon mein ek pyaar bhara gussa tha.
"Arre no! Bohot ho gaya tumhara teasing," Trupti ne Pranay aur Sahil ko peeche dhakelte hue Abhay ke saamne aakar protective shield ki tarah khadi ho gayi. "He is my boyfriend now. Isko pareshan karna band karo tum log, samjhe?"
Trupti ki is bebaak aur poore haq wali aawaz ne sabko ekdum shant kar diya, par unke chehron par badi si muskaan thi. Trupti aage badhi aur usne behad naram haathon se Abhay ke piche bandhi us towel ki gaath (knot) ko khol diya. Abhay ke haath jaise hi azaad hue, usne turant Trupti ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uski aankhon mein ek mardana garv (pride) aur behisab possessiveness jhalak rahi thi—uske ego ko is baat se aasmaan mil gaya tha ki uski bandi sabke saamne use defend kar rahi hai.


Trupti ne halke se Abhay ke garm, laal ho chuke kalaiyon (wrists) par apne naram hothon se ek kiss kiya.
Kiss karte waqt, Trupti ki nazrein galti se ghoom kar theek door baithe Rahul par ja padi. Uska 'Maa' wala dil ek pal ke liye thithka—kya Rahul is public display se hurt hua hoga?
Par Rahul ne wahan baithe-baithe, Kriti ko apni baahon mein lapete hue, Trupti ko ek bohot hi casual aur khushnuma thumbs-up diya. Uski aankhon mein koi dard nahi, balki ek azaadi thi.
Ye dekh kar Trupti ke dil ki aakhri fikar bhi hawa ho gayi. Usne ek sukoon bhari aur chahakti hui muskaan Rahul ko wapas di aur poori tarah Abhay ki baahon mein simat gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ko kaskar chooma, uska mardana ego is waqt aasmaan par tha. Wo is baat se poori tarah anjaan tha ki Rahul ka wo thumbs-up uski khushi ke liye nahi, balki us (Abhay) ke aane wale bhayanak vinaash ka countdown tha. Beach ki is garm dhoop aur rait ke beech, jahan ek taraf Trupti apni nayi jawani aur pyaar ka jashn mana rahi thi, wahin doosri taraf Rahul Kriti ke jism ko nochne ki tayari ke saath apne mastermind khel ka agla panna khol chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri dopehar mein hawas aur dhokhe ka poora jaal bichh chuka tha.


Beach ki dhoop ab thodi narm padne lagi thi, par hawa mein hawas ki garmi apne charam par thi. Jab volleyball aur beach-games khatam hue, toh poora group thakaan aur sharirik khinchav ke maare alag-alag dishaon mein bikhar gaya. Pranay aur Shital ek doosre ke gale mein baahein daale samandar ki gehri lehron ki taraf nikal gaye, aur Abhay—apne mardana ego ke nashe mein choor—Trupti ki patli kamar ko kaskar pakde hue, door beach par ek lambi romantic walk ke liye le gaya.
Kriti ne dekha ki maidaan saaf hai. Usne Rahul ka haath kaskar pakda aur use kisi bahaane se un badi-badi chattanon (rock formations) ki taraf kheencha jo beach ke ek sunsaan kone mein thin. Rahul, jiske dimaag mein abhi bhi Trupti ke nange jism aur Abhay ke us 'bound wrists' wale nazaare ki aag lag rahi thi, wo bina kuch bole Kriti ke peeche chal diya. Use apni bhadaas nikaalne ke liye ek jism chahiye tha, aur Kriti is waqt ek tapti hui dawat ki tarah uske saamne thi.
Chattanon ke peeche pahunchte hi, jahan samandar ki lehron ka shor baaki duniya ki aawaaz ko daba deta tha, Kriti ne Rahul ko ek jhatke se deewar (rock) se sata diya. Usne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Rahul ke gile, muscular seene par apne dono haath rakhe aur uski aankhon mein hawas bhari nazron se dekha.
"Tum jaante ho main kal raat se kitni bechain hoon..." Kriti ne haanfte hue, Rahul ke kaan ke paas fusfusaya. "Wo lap dance toh sirf ek trailer tha... Aaj mujhe waisa hi chod do jaise tum kal raat mujhe dekh kar tadap rahe the. I want you inside me, Rahul. Right now."
Rahul ke andar ka shaitaan jaag utha. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur use ghumakar chattano se laga diya. Usne Kriti ke raseele hothon ko be-rahmi se choomna shuru kiya. Ye kiss pyaar wala nahi tha, ye ek wehshi (wild) bhookh thi. Rahul ki jeebh Kriti ke muh ko buri tarah raund rahi thi. Kriti siskariyan le rahi thi, uske haath Rahul ke baalon mein kase hue the.
Rahul ne kiss toda aur apna sar Kriti ke neon pink bikini top ki taraf jhukaya. "Bahut bol rahi thi na... dikhao toh sahi kya chhupa rakha hai is pink kapde mein," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.
Usne bikini ki strings ko jhatke se dhila kiya aur us pink kapde ko ek taraf hata diya. Kriti ke nange boobs hawa mein azaad ho gaye. Halanki uske boobs Trupti ki tarah 38-inch ke bhari aur maansal nahi the, par wo 34-inch ke kase hue, gudaaz aur ekdum tanne hue the. Samandar ki thandi hawa lagte hi Kriti ke nipples buri tarah akad kar do kaale motiyon ki tarah bahar nikal aaye the. Rahul ne un nange pahaadon ko ghoora aur uske lund mein ek jordaar jhatka laga.


"Ahhh... sssssss..." Kriti ne apni peeth chattano se sata di jab Rahul ne uske ek boob ko apne chaude panje mein bhar kar zor se masal diya. Rahul ne doosra boob apne muh mein bhar liya aur use kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah choosne (sucking) laga. Wo Kriti ke nipple ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaat raha tha, jaise wo apna saara gussa us naram maans par nikaal raha ho. Kriti madhosh hokar siskaiyan le rahi thi, "Ohhh Rahul... mmmmhhh... aur zor se... yes!"
Rahul ke haath Kriti ki gori jaanghon aur uske bikini bottoms ke andar ghoom rahe the. Uska lund uski swimming trunks ko faadne ke liye betaab tha. Usne Kriti ko thoda peeche dhakela aur khud chattano par baith gaya.
Kriti uski bhookh samajh gayi thi. Wo bina kahe rait par apne ghutno ke bal (on her knees) baith gayi. Rahul ne apne trunks neeche kiye aur uska 6-inch lamba aur lohe jaisa sakht lund jhatke se bahar nikal kar Kriti ke chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya. Lund ka topa pre-cum se chamak raha tha.
Kriti ne ek baar Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur phir apna muh poori tarah khol kar us garam hathiyar ko apne hothon mein dabo liya.


"Gluck... gluck... slurp... slurp..."
Samandar ki lehron ka shor Kriti ki chusne ki gandi aawaazon ke saath mil gaya tha. Kriti ek pro ki tarah Rahul ke lund ko apne gale tak utaar rahi thi. Wo apne gaalon ko pitchka kar vacuum bana rahi thi aur zor-zor se suck kar rahi thi. Rahul ne apne haath Kriti ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uske sar ko aage-piche karne laga (sloppy blowjob). Rahul ko is gandi chusaayi mein Trupti ki yaad aa rahi thi—kaise uski Maa kisi aur ki godh mein baithi thi—aur wo apna saara badla Kriti ke muh mein apne lund ke jhatkon se le raha tha.
Kriti ne lund bahar nikaala aur uske tope ko apni jeebh se chaatne lagi, "Maza aa raha hai na? Aaj main tumhe poora kha jaungi..." Usne phir se poora lund muh mein liya aur tezi se strokes dene lagi. Rahul ki saansein ukhadne lagi thin, uska lund itna garam ho chuka tha ki wo kabhi bhi phat sakta tha.
Par Rahul ko sirf blowjob se sabra nahi tha. Use jism ki garmi chahiye thi. Usne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use oopar uthaya. Kriti haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par Rahul ki laar aur pre-cum chamak raha tha.


"Bahut hua nakhra... ab asli maza dikhata hoon tujhe," Rahul ne use palat kar chattano ke sahare ghodi (doggy style) banne ka ishara kiya. Kriti ne ek shaitani muskaan di aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand hawa mein utha di.


Vacation ki ye aakhri dopehar ab ek behad gande aur fast-paced quicky mein badalne wali thi. Rahul ne Kriti ki gaand ke dono kulhon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uski gili, garam yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Flight se pehle ka ye 'last trip' ab Goa ke un sunsaan pattharon ke peeche jismon ki bhayanak takkar ka gawah banne wala tha.

Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use niche se upar kheencha. Kriti ke hothon par Rahul ke lund ki laar chamak rahi thi aur uski aankhon mein hawas ka nasha poori tarah utar aaya tha. Rahul ne use bina ek pal diye ghumaya aur chattanon (rocks) ki ek unchi satah par use aage ki taraf jhuka diya.
"Uff... Rahul... yes!" Kriti ne apne dono haath thandi chattan par tikaye aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand ko hawa mein piche ki taraf nikaal diya.

Rahul uske theek piche khada ho gaya. Neon pink bikini bottom uski gori gaand ke maansal hisse ko poori tarah nahi dhak pa raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki samandar ke paani aur uski khud ki hawas ki wajah se Kriti ki panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur uske chuttaron (buttocks) ke beecho-beech chipak gayi thi. Us geeli panty ke aar-paar Kriti ki yoni (pussy) ka ubhaar aur uske hothon ki outline saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rahul ne ek be-rahm muskaan di aur apna bhari, garm panja hawa mein uthakar Kriti ki nangi gaand par zor se de maara.
CHHA-TAAK!
"Ahhhhhhh! Rahul... ssssss!" Kriti ke muh se ek dard aur maze bhari cheekh nikal gayi. Uske gore kulhe par Rahul ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan ubhar aaye.
Rahul ne bina der kiye, uski geeli panty ko ek taraf kheencha aur apne tanaav se phatne wale 6-inch lund ko seedha uski garam aur liplipi yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apni kamar ko ek jordaar jhatka diya aur poora lund ek hi baar mein Kriti ke andar utaar diya.
"Oohhhhhh my Godddd! Sssssssssss!" Kriti ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin aur usne chattan ko kaskar pakad liya.
Rahul ne ruka nahi. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur be-intehaan taqat se use chodna (thrusting) shuru kar diya.


Thap... Thap... Thap... Slap... Slap...
Har dhakke ke saath Kriti ka jism aage-piche ho raha tha aur uska maansal badan Rahul ki janghon se takra kar ek gandi aawaaz paida kar raha tha. Rahul is waqt kisi junoon mein tha. Har jhatke ke saath uske dimaag mein Trupti aur Abhay ka nasha ghoom raha tha. 'Tu wahan Abhay se khud ko chudwa rahi hai na Maa?' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue socha. 'Toh dekh... main yahan is Kriti ko teri yaad mein noch raha hoon. Mujhe yahi chahiye tha... koi aisa jism jise main be-rahmi se ragad sakun jab tak ki main tujhe wapas hasil na kar loon.'
"Ahhh... Rahul... aur zor se... faad do mujhe... yes... harder!" Kriti pagal ho rahi thi. Rahul ki mardana taqat aur uski roughness use jannat dikha rahi thi.
Rahul ne Kriti ke baal peeche se kheenchi aur uski nangi peeth par apne naakhun gada diye. Wo use kisi janwar ki tarah raund raha tha. Kriti ki yoni se nikalne wala chipchipa ras Rahul ke lund ki shaft par phisal raha tha, jisse har dhakka aur bhi zyada gehra aur silsilati aawaaz ke saath andar ja raha tha.
"Mmmhhhh... Rahul... main... main jhadne wali hoon... please... don't stop!" Kriti ki saansein ukhadne lagin.
Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Kriti apne climax ke bohot kareeb hai. Usne apni speed aur tez kar di aur apna ek haath aage badha kar Kriti ki taangon ke beech uski clitoris (clit) ko ungliyon se buri tarah ragadne laga. Is double attack ne Kriti ka dimaag sunn kar diya.


"Aahhhhhhhhhh! Rahullll!" Kriti ka poora jism buri tarah thar-thara gaya (shivering). Uski yoni ki deewaron ne Rahul ke lund ko kaskar jhakad liya aur usne apna saara garm paani Rahul ke lund par chhod diya.
Kriti ke orgasm ne Rahul ki bachi-kuchi bardaasht bhi khatam kar di. Rahul ki kamar akad gayi aur usne teen-chaar behad gehrayi tak jaane wale jordaar dhakke maare.
"Ahhhhhhh... fuckkkk!" Rahul ne gurrate hue apna lund aakhri second mein Kriti ke andar se bahar nikaala aur garm veerya (cum) ki moti pichkariyan Kriti ki gori aur laal ho chuki gaand (ass) par chhodne laga.
Pich... pich... pich...
Safed, gaadha cum Kriti ke chuttaron par behta hua niche rait par girne laga. Rahul haanfte hue Kriti ke upar hi jhuk gaya, uska paseena Kriti ki nangi peeth par tapak raha tha. Dono ki dhadkanein samandar ki lehron se bhi tez thin.
Kuch der wahi sannate mein bitane ke baad, Rahul ne apne trunks upar kiye. Kriti ne aahista se apni bikhri hui bikini theek ki aur palat kar Rahul ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek behad santusht aur nashiili muskaan thi. Usne ek halki si hansi (giggle) di aur Rahul ke gaal par ek geela kiss kiya.
"Best vacation ending ever, Rahul," Kriti ne aankh maarte hue kaha. "Humne toh Goa ki rait ko bhi garm kar diya."
Rahul ne bhi ek halki muskaan di, par uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak ab wapas aa chuki thi. Uska jism shant ho chuka tha, par uska dimaag ab wapas apne asli mission par tha.
"Chalo, ab wapas group ke paas chalte hain," Rahul ne kaha. "Flight ka time ho raha hai... aur college khulte hi ek naya khel shuru karna hai."
Dono chattanon se bahar nikle, bilkul aise jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Door se Trupti ne unhe aate dekha toh usne ek sukoon bhari muskaan di. Use laga ki uska beta 'move on' kar raha hai aur khush hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne abhi-abhi Kriti ke jism par apna gussa utara hai taaki wo Trupti ki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye apne control mein lane ka aakhri aur sabse bhayanak jaal bun sake. Goa ki ye aakhri dopehar khatam ho chuki thi, aur ab baari thi college ki... jahan Abhay ka vinaash aur Trupti ki 'Maa' wali image ka aakhri janaza nikalne wala tha.

[Rinkp219]

Jabardast writing skills......aur shandaar twist se bharpur story......maaza aagaya Bhai........



Ab toh lagta hai trupti politicians ka randi bangegi......viki k papa........


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[Sam.hunter7898]

Jabardast bhai rahul ki to maze hey,, abtak 2 chut mar chuka he

[Fing fing]

superb update ..rahul will fuck any girls but our prized trophy must be owned by our bull abhay only. This is what cuck feels like

Rahul will quest for more girls but pain of losing mom tripti to abhay is insane....add humiliation and jealous theme

[Joker44]

Goa ki us aakhri dophar  villa ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si bhari thakaan aur dabe hue jazbaaton ka mel tha. Sab log apne bags pack kar chuke the, par dimaag abhi bhi un bheege hue bistaron aur rait par beeti un nangi raaton mein atka hua tha. Trupti kitchen mein khadi aakhri baar sabke liye coffee bana rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aur hothon par halki si sujan thi—raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki garmi aur uske be-rahama chumbanon ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha.

Tabhi Abhay dabe paaon kitchen mein dakhil hua. Usne dekha ki Trupti akele hai, toh usne turant peeche se aakar uski 28-inch ki patli kamar ko kaskar apni baahon mein bhar liya.



 Trupti ke jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ki jeans ke andar uska hathiyar abhi se sakht hone laga hai. Abhay ne Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda, wahan jahan usne raat ko gehri neeli hickey chhodi thi.
"I love you, Trupti," Abhay ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya, uski aawaz hawas aur mohabbat se bhari thi. "Main soch bhi nahi sakta ki kal se tum mere saath nahi hogi."
Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ke gale mein baahein daal din. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—ek 21 saal ka jawan mard uske 42 saal ke jism ke liye itna pagal tha. Unhone ek doosre ko smooch karna shuru kiya. Ye kiss gehri aur dard-bhari thi. Unki jeebhein ek doosre ke muh ka saara ras nichod rahi thin. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske 38-inch ke boobs Abhay ke seene se buri tarah dab rahe hain. Usne apne hothon ko Abhay ke hothon se alag kiya aur dheere se boli, "I love you too, Abhay... hum college mein milenge na."



Abhay ne apne haath se ek metallic bracelet nikaala aur Trupti ki gori kalai par pehna diya. "Ye mera nishaan hai... jab tak hum dobara nahi milte, ise utaarna mat." Trupti ne us bracelet ko dekha aur uska dil bhar aaya. Use lag raha tha ki wo sach mein ek college girl hai jise uska pehla sacha pyaar mil gaya hai.
Par theek usi waqt, kitchen ke darwaze ke thode door andhere mein khada Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par ek patthar jaisi muskaan thi, par andar se uska khoon ubal raha tha. 'Tequila ke nashe mein tu is chor ke saath so gayi Maa,' Rahul ne apne lund ko underwear ke upar se masalte hue socha. 'Tujhe lagta hai ye tera lover hai? Nahi... ye chor hai jisne meri property churayi hai. Par main tujhe bachaunga. Jab is Abhay ka janaza college se nikalega, tab tu rote hue mere hi paas aayegi.'
Villa se nikalte waqt sabka mood thoda heavy tha. Airport ke bahar jab sab alag hone lage, toh Kriti Rahul ke paas aayi. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek shaitani nazar dali aur phir Rahul ko kaskar pakad liya. "Bye, Rahul... tumne meri trip memorable bana di," Kriti ne kaha aur sabke saamne Rahul ke hothon par ek geela aur lamba lip-kiss kar diya. Trupti ye dekh kar buri tarah shock ho gayi. Uski 'Maa' wali mamta aur 'aurat' wali jalan dono ek saath jaag uthi. Kriti ne alag hote waqt Trupti ko ek shararat bhari aankh maari (wink), jaise wo keh rahi ho ki 'Tera beta ab mera khilauna hai.' Trupti ka muh hairani se khula ka khula reh gaya. Use ab tak lag raha tha ki Rahul bas timepass kar raha hai, par Kriti ka ye confidence use darr aur jalan se bhar gaya.


Airport par check-in ke baad Rahul aur Trupti flight mein saath baithe. Trupti khidki ke paas thi, uska dimaag pichli raaton ke flashbacks mein khoya hua tha. Use yaad aa raha tha wo pal jab Abhay uske nange boobs par apna garm cum chhod raha tha... kaise wo doodh jaisa safed liquid uski cleavage mein phisalta hua uski naabhi tak gaya tha. Use mehsoos ho rahi thi wo musky smell jo ek mardana sharir se nikaltee hai. Uske nipples flight ke thande AC mein uski top ke neeche apne aap akad gaye (hardened).
'Main kya ban gayi hoon?' Trupti ne socha, uski aankhon mein halka sa guilt tha. 'Sanjeev ke saath dhokha... ye galat hai. Par wo... wo maza... wo Abhay ka touch... wo mujhe itna zinda mehsoos karata hai jitna Sanjeev ne 20 saal mein nahi karaya. Ye guilt mujhe dasta hai, par ye nasha mujhe aur chahiye.'
Tabhi Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti kisi gehri soch mein hai. Usne flight ke blanket ko apne aur Trupti ke upar phailaya. Andhere ka fayda uthate hue, Rahul ne apna garm haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh (thigh) par rakha jo uske denim shorts se bahar thi. Usne aahista se apni ungliyan upar ki taraf sarkaayi, Trupti ki panty line ke bilkul paas.
Trupti ka poora sharir current khakar kaanp utha. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein darr aur ek ajeeb sa gunah-bhara maza (guilty shiver) tha. "Rahul... ye kya kar rahe ho?" usne fusfusaya.
"Bas aapko relax kar raha hoon, Trupti," Rahul ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, uska haath abhi bhi wahi tha. Trupti ne use hataya nahi. Uska jism Rahul ke sparsh (touch) par react kar raha tha. Uske boobs ki tanaavat aur badh gayi. Use lag raha tha ki wo ek aisi aag mein kood chuki hai jahan se wapsi ka rasta band hai.


Ghar pahunchte hi mahol ekdum badal gaya. Wo aalishan villa, wo samandar aur wo nanga-pan ab piche chhoot chuka tha. Trupti jaise hi apne ghar mein dakhil hui, wo turant 'Mom Mode' mein aa gayi. Usne kitchen mein jaakar chai chadayi aur unpacked kapdon ko wash mein dala. Par kapde badalte waqt jab usne aaine mein apne nange jism ko dekha, toh wo thithak gayi. Uski gardan aur chhatiyon par Abhay ke diye hue laal aur neeli love-bites abhi bhi cheekh-cheekh kar uski Goa wali randipan ki kahani suna rahe the.
 Usne jaldi se ek high-neck kurti pehni aur dupatta aise lapeta ki hickeys chhup jayein.
Tabhi uske phone ki ghanti baji. Screen par 'Sanjeev' ka naam chamak raha tha. Trupti ki dhadkan ruk gayi.
"Hello, Sanjeev?" Trupti ne aawaz ko sambhalte hue kaha.

"Hi Trupti! Good news... mera kaam khatam ho gaya hai. Main kal subah ki flight se ghar aa raha hoon. Tumhe aur Rahul ko bohot miss kiya," Sanjeev ki aawaz mein wahi purana apna-pan tha, jo ab Trupti ko kaante ki tarah chubha.
"Oh... wo toh bohot achi baat hai. Hum intezar karenge," Trupti ne jhooth bola. Phone rakhte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske hath-pair thande pad rahe hain. Kal tak wo kisi aur mard ki baahon mein nangi thi, aur kal uska pati wapas aa raha tha.
Darr aur bechaini ke is mahol mein, Trupti ne ek aakhri bagawat karne ka socha. Usne mirror ke samne khadi hokar, apne travel outfit mein ek behad hot aur nasheeli selfie li—apne hothon ko thoda sa pucker (pout) karte hue aur apni kurti ke upar ke button ko halke se kholte hue jahan se Abhay ka diya hua bracelet dikh raha tha. Usne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp ki aur niche likha: "Missing you already..."



Uske dimag mae chl raha tha Sanjeev kal aa rahe hain. Darr lag raha hai."
Uski dhadkan kisi race-car ki tarah bhag rahi thi. Reality ne use gher liya tha, par Goa ki wo hawas uske khoon mein abhi bhi daud rahi thi. Rahul bahar hall mein baitha muskura raha tha—use pata tha ki Sanjeev ke aane se Trupti aur bhi zyada vulnerable hogi, aur tabhi wo apna aakhri teer chalaiga.

[Joker44]

Sanjeev ki ghar wapasi ne Trupti ki us khwaabon wali duniya par reality ka ek bhari parda dal diya tha. Ghar ke darwaze par jab Sanjeev ne muskuraate hue Trupti ko dekha, toh usne aage badhkar use ek behad pyaara aur purana sukoon bhara hug diya. Trupti ne bhi upar se muskurate hue apne pati ke gale mein baahein daali, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Abhay ke wo garm hoth aur uski mardana mehak ghoom rahi thi. Sanjeev ki baahon mein hote hue bhi use Abhay ke lund ki wo sakhti yaad aa rahi thi jo pichli kuch rato pehle uski gaand par ragad rahi thi.



"Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho Trupti... lagta hai Goa ki dhoop ne tumhe aur bhi nikhara hai," Sanjeev ne uske gaal ko chumte hue kaha. Trupti ne bas ek sharmili muskaan di, par andar hi andar wo kaanp rahi thi.
Agli subah breakfast ki table par mahol ekdum 'normal family' jaisa tha, par us table ke neeche hazaron raaz dafan the. Trupti ne ek halki cotton ki kurti pehni thi aur dupatta thoda dhang se lapeta tha, par nashte ke waqt jab wo Sanjeev ko omelette serve karne ke liye aage jhuki, toh dupatta thoda sarak gaya.
Sanjeev ki nazar achanak Trupti ki gori gardan ke nichle hisse par padi, jahan ek halka laal-gulabi nishaan abhi bhi jhalak raha tha.
"Trupti, ye tumhari gardan par kya hai? Ye laal nishaan kaisa hai?" Sanjeev ne fikar se pucha.
Trupti ka dil jaise halak mein aa gaya. Uska haath apne aap us nishaan par gaya jo Abhay ne hawas mein use wahan kaskar chooste hue chhoda tha. "Wo... wo... shayad Goa mein koi kida (insect) kaat gaya tha. 



Jungle side gaye the na hum waterfall dekhne, toh wahi ka mosquito bite hoga," Trupti ne haklaate hue jhooth bola.
Rahul ne plate mein rakhe parathe se nazar uthayi aur Sanjeev ki taraf dekhkar bohot hi confidence ke saath bola, "Haan Papa, wahan jungle mein mosquitoes bohot wehshi the. Mujhe bhi kaata tha. Maa toh waterfall ke paas bohot der tak baithi thi, wahi kisi zehreele kide ne nishaan chhod diya hoga."
Rahul ki is 'safed jhooth' ne Trupti ko ek ajeeb si rahat di. Usne nazrein jhuka kar silently Rahul ko 'thank you' kaha. Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa thrill daud raha tha—uski beta uske 'affair' ko bachane ke liye apne baap se jhooth bol raha tha. Ye secrecy use guilt se zyada uttejit (excite) kar rahi thi.
Sanjeev ne chai ka ghoont liya aur pucha, "Achha, college ka election aur trip kaisa raha? Wo Abhay... jiske baare mein tum bata rahi thi, kaisa ladka hai wo?"
Trupti ne apne hothon ko halke se jeebh se bhigoya, Abhay ka naam sunte hi uski chut mein ek halki si tish (throb) mehsoos hui. "Abhay... wo bohot achha ladka hai Sanjeev. Bohot supportive aur intelligent hai. Usne election mein meri bohot help ki. Ek bohot achha dost ban gaya hai mera," Trupti ne 'dost' shabd par thoda zor diya, par uske dimaag mein Abhay ke wo garm dhakke ghoom rahe the jo usne bed par Trupti ke boobs par cum nikaalte waqt maare the.
'Main kitni besharam ho rahi hoon,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha. 'Apne pati ko us mard ke baare mein bata rahi hoon jiske lund ka ras maine kal hi apne muh mein liya hai. Par ye chhupa-chhupi... ye khatra... mujhe marne nahi de raha.'
Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti Abhay ke khayal mein thodi madhosh ho rahi hai. Usne shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ko chheda, "Papa, Abhay toh Maa ka itna bada fan hai ki trip par bhi unke aage-piche ghoomta rehta tha. I think he is missing you already, right Trupti?"
Trupti ne Rahul ko 'friendly anger' mein dekha aur ek nakli gussa dikhaate hue boli, "Chup kar badmaash! Kuch bhi bolta hai Papa ke samne. Khana khao chup-chaap."
Rahul ka dimaag alag hi level par chal raha tha. 'Han-han, missing toh kar raha hoga... par use ye nahi pata ki uski 'hot college girl' asal mein Sanjeev Khanna ki biwi aur meri Maa hai.' Rahul ne hamesha is baat ka dhyan rakha tha ki Abhay ya college mein kisi ko bhi Trupti ki asliyat na pata chale. Abhay ko lagta tha ki Trupti ek single, independent aurat hai jo akeli rehti hai. Trupti ne kabhi Abhay se Sanjeev ka zikr nahi kiya tha, kyunki wo us college waali azaadi ko khona nahi chahti thi.
Nashte ke baad, jab Sanjeev shower lene gaya, Trupti bedroom mein aaine ke samne khadi hui. Usne apni kurti ke andar haath daal kar apne mangalsutra ko dekha. Ye uski shaadi ka nishaan tha, par Abhay ki duniya mein iska koi wajood nahi tha.
Tabhi Rahul kamre mein dakhil hua. "Trupti... ek photo kheenchun aapki? Abhay ko bhejni hogi na?" Rahul ne chhedte hue pucha.
Trupti ne ek pal ke liye socha, aur phir ek bold faisla liya. "Haan Rahul... ek achhi si pic click kar."
Trupti ne apni kurti ka dupatta thoda aise set kiya ki uski gori gardan aur wo bracelet dikhe jo Abhay ne use pehnaya tha, par usne badi safai se apne haath se mangalsutra ko kurti ke andar chhupa liya. Usne aaine mein dekhkar ek behad kaamuk aur pyari smile di.
Rahul ne photo click ki. Photo mein Trupti bilkul ek jawan, single aur mast-maula ladki lag rahi thi, jiske chehre par hawas ka nasha aur aankhon mein intezar tha.



Trupti ne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp ki.
"Missing you Abhay... Breakfast table par tumhari kami mehsoos ho rahi thi," usne message type kiya, Sanjeev ka koi zikr nahi kiya.
Trupti ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne mangalsutra ko wapas bahar nikaala aur use dupatta se dhak liya. Ek mard uske bedroom mein naha raha tha, aur wo doosre mard ko apni jawani ki nishani bhej rahi thi. Uske liye ab uska pati sirf ek zimmedari thi, par Abhay uski wo aag thi jise wo bujhne nahi dena chahti thi. Rahul ne piche se Trupti ke nange kandhe ko halke se dabaya, jisse Trupti ka jism current khakar kaanp gaya. Goa khatam ho gaya tha, par asli drama toh ab ghar ke band darwazon ke peeche shuru hone wala tha.

Ghar ka mahol ab puri tarah badal chuka tha. Sanjeev ke aane se Trupti ki azaad 'college life' par ek temporary break lag gaya tha, par wahi break uske liye ek naya aur khatarnak thrill lekar aaya. Sanjeev ki maujoodgi ne Trupti ko aur bhi zyada chaukanna bana diya tha, aur ye chhupa-chhupi uske jism mein ek aisi aag laga rahi thi jo Goa ki rait se bhi zyada garm thi.
Sanjeev ne decide kiya ki wo ek pura din apni family ke saath bitayega. Dopehar mein wo sab ek mall gaye shopping ke liye.



 Mall ki chamak-dhamak mein Trupti Sanjeev ka haath pakad kar chal rahi thi, par uska dimaag lagataar us phone par tha jo uske handbag mein thar-thara raha tha. Abhay ke lagataar messages aa rahe the—"Kahan ho?", "Kya kar rahi ho?", "Tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai."
Shopping ke dauran Sanjeev ne ek behad mehangi aur sexy Emerald Green silk dress uthayi. "Trupti, ye tum par bahut khilegi. Ek baar try toh karo," Sanjeev ne muskurate hue kaha. Trupti ne dress li aur trial room ki taraf badh gayi.
Trial room ke band darwaze ke peeche, Trupti ne apni kurti utari. Mirror mein usne apne 42 saal ke gudaaz aur maansal jism ko dekha. Uski gardan par Abhay ke nishaan ab thode feeke pad chuke the, par unhe dekh kar uske jism mein ek syah (dark) nasha daud gaya. Usne Sanjeev ki di hui silk dress pehni. Wo dress uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs aur 38-inch ki chauri gaand par aisi chipak gayi jaise uski dusri chamdi ho. Deep neck hone ki wajah se uska doodhiya cleavage upar tak chhalak raha tha. Thandi AC mein uske nipples dress ke patle silk ke neeche kadak hokar ubhar aaye.
Trupti ne mirror mein khud ko dekha aur use Sanjeev ki jagah Abhay ke garm haath apne badan par mehsoos hone lage. Usne turant apna phone nikala. Sanjeev bahar khada intezar kar raha tha, par Trupti ne us khatre ko nazarandaz karte hue ek sexy selfie li. Usne apni dress ko thoda aur neeche khiskaye taaki cleavage aur gahri dikhe, aur photo Abhay ko bhej di.
"Sirf tumhari aankhon ke liye... For your eyes only," usne caption likha aur send kar diya.



 Photo bhejte hi uske gaal sharam aur adrenaline se laal ho gaye. Bahar se Sanjeev ne darwaza khatkhataya, "Trupti, ho gaya? Kaisi lag rahi hai?"
Trupti ne jaldi se phone chhupaya aur bahar aayi. Sanjeev use fati aankhon se dekhta reh gaya. "Wow Trupti! Tum toh qayamat lag rahi ho." Trupti ne bas ek feeki smile di, par uska dil Abhay ke aane wale reply ke liye dhadak raha tha.
Raat ko wo ek aalishan restaurant mein dinner ke liye gaye. Sanjeev bohot khush tha, wo college aur election ki baatein kar raha tha, par beech-beech mein uske business calls aane lage. Sanjeev jab ek lambi call par busy hua, toh Trupti ne mauka dekha.
"Sanjeev, main zara washroom se aati hoon," Trupti ne kaha aur apna phone lekar tezi se washroom ki taraf nikal gayi.
Andar jaakar usne darwaza lock kiya aur turant Abhay ko call lagayi. Do second mein Abhay ne phone utha liya.
"Trupti! Kahan ho tum? Wo photo... oh my God, tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai," Abhay ki aawaz hawas aur bechaini se bhari thi.
Trupti ne apni aawaz ko behad dheema aur nashiila (husky) banaya. "Abhay... shhh... main bahar hoon. Tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai. I love you, Abhay. Main taras rahi hoon tumhare un garm haathon ke liye. Can't wait to feel you again," Trupti ne fusfusate hue kaha. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ka wo tana hua lund ghoom raha tha. Ye baatein karte waqt use mehsoos hua ki uski panty alcohol aur hawas ke asar se halki gili (damp) hone lagi hai.
"Main bhi Trupti... main tumhe yahi abhi nanga karke..." Abhay aage kuch bolta ki tabhi washroom ke main door par zor se dastak hui.
"Trupti? Tum andar ho? Itni der ho gayi, sab theek hai na?" Ye Sanjeev tha.
Trupti ka dum nikal gaya. Usne turant phone cut kiya aur apni dhadkan ko sambhalne ki koshish ki. "Haan Sanjeev! Bas do minute, aa rahi hoon!" Usne jaldi se apne chehre par thoda paani mara taaki uska tamtamaya hua laal chehra thoda normal lage.
Jab wo table par wapas aayi, toh Rahul use gaur se dekh raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa nasha aur ghabrahat hai. Rahul ne table ke neeche se apna pair Trupti ke pair se takraya aur dheere se bola, "Bahut bada emergency call tha kya Maa? Aapka chehra toh ekdum gulabi ho raha hai."
Trupti ne Rahul ko gusse mein ghoora, par Rahul ki aankhon mein wahi shaitani chamak thi. Rahul ne Trupti ke phone ki screen par aayi ek notification dekh li thi—ek 'Heart' emoji jo Abhay ne bheja tha. Rahul ke andar jalan ka zeher aur gahra hota ja raha tha. 'Han has lo Maa... kal jab ye Abhay sadak par hoga, tab main dekhunga tum kise "I love you" bolti ho,' Rahul ne mann hi mann socha.
Dinner ke baad jab wo ghar laute, Sanjeev ne Trupti ko piche se pakda aur uske kaan mein fusfusaya, "Trupti, aaj raat bohot special hone wali hai. Maine hamare liye ek romantic evening plan ki hai. Aaj bohot dino baad hum akele honge."
Trupti ne Sanjeev ki aankhon mein dekha. Sanjeev use pyaar kar raha tha, use protect kar raha tha. Par Trupti ka dimaag kahin aur tha. Wo soch rahi thi, 'Sanjeev ka pyaar bohot saaf aur purana hai... par kya ye Abhay ki us mardana aag ka muqabla kar payega? Kya Sanjeev mujhe wo waisa nasha de payega jaisa Abhay ne Goa ki rait par diya tha?'
Trupti bedroom mein gayi aur taiyaar hone lagi, par uska haath bar-bar us bracelet ko chhu raha tha jo Abhay ne use pehnaya tha. Mangalsutra uske gale mein tha, par uski rooh par Abhay ka kabza ho chuka tha. Aaj raat ek pativrata biwi aur ek hawas mein jalti 'college girl' ke beech ka aakhri muqabla hone wala tha.

[Aman34]

Maa ko bete ke bibi banana bhai majja aa jayega

[Sam.hunter7898]

Bohot badiya laga abb mom bhi jalne lagi thora

[Shiva reddy]

Story is just awesome,amma( tripti) to intense unite and sex with a single bull only( preferably abhay).Yeah this is awesome how rahul managed to fuck many girls yet couldn't touch tripti.This untouchablility and forbidden fruit makes it super cucky and erotic.

This forbidden fruit is reserved for abhay only. No incest please and superb update

[Sexone]

Abhay should fuck her infront her son rahul and sanjeev and claim her.Humiliation bro
Rahul mom is becoming abhay property
Update

[Ankita b]

Actually a marriage between abhay and tripti arranged by sanjeev and rahul will be highly dramatic .Rahul watching his mom marriage and  accept it in pain will be so hot. Why will she be in jealous if she had her new love abhay.It will be intense cuck content if tripti gets pregnant by abhay and later rahul or sanjeev look after her child

[Fing fing]

Forbidden fruit taste better, rahul fucked kriti yet unable to secure his mom tripti because destiny write something else. His beloved mom is being scored by abhay, he will fuck his mom and cuckold rahul will remain frustrated and jealous. Losing mom is painfull and new bull abhay will mark his territory mark on raul mom tripti.Definitely as a sign of victory,abhay would put his seed inside rahul mom tripti and make her forever. What if tripti says sanjjev about her new love abhay and cuck sanjeev prepare for her second marriage...

[Sam.hunter7898]

Writer jeysebhi likhraha he mast likh raha he