Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Super sensational, sensual and sizzling writings!

[YoHarry]

Jabrdst story h bahi lage rho last update ikdum htke h

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Garma garam aur ekdum hardcore writings!

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Exciting and super fantastic update.

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Mind blowing and absolutely dick blasting update.

[Vondo Ojha]

Dhamadar aur umda update

[Savita Das]

Bahut badhiya ek mast update! ekdum full masti aya padhke.

[Sushmita Sharma]

Chamatkar aur shandar update! Bahut bahut hot writing.

[CIS17]

Super erotic and exciting conversations.

[Janitor]

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[Invisible]

Marvelous, fabulous, fascinating and lascivious writings! Just awesome and amazing descriptions! Hats off!

[Mehtab_]

Usne ek aur neki wala vaakya jodne ki koshish ki aur kho diya jab usne apni kamar sarkaayi. Mujhe dekhne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Awaz kaafi thi: unke beech abhi kapda, phir kam kapda, phir chamdi ka chamdi se milna wala geela, hairan-sa shant. 


“Oh—oh Bhagwan—uuuhhh—” 

“Wahan. Yeh tum ho. Yeh barish nahi hai.” 

“Mat bolo.” 

“Main bolunga. Tumhe kisi ki zaroorat hai jo sach kahe jab tum deepak aur vadon ke peeche chhupti ho.” Usne uske honth ke kone ko chuma. “Tumhari yoni pehle se geeli hai, Shobha. Tum gali se jhoot bol sakti ho. Usse nahi bol sakti.” 

“Tum mujhe yoni mat kaho.” 

“Phir kya kahun? Woh jagah jahan tumne ungliyan rakhin jab tum meri sun rahi thi? Woh jagah jo tumhara pati sirf apni samajhta hai?” 

“Vivek—” 

“Yeh meethi hai,” usne kaha, aur uski awaz karari ho gayi, lagbhag hairani se, jaise kisi purush ki awaz hoti hai jab usne mahinon tak kisi cheez ki kalpana ki ho aur asli cheez soch se garam nikle. “Usse meethi jiski ummeed mujhe us stree se rakhne ka koi adhikar nahi tha jo deepak jalti hai aur kamiz mojhti hai. Meethi jaise tumne ise band rakhha aur yeh phir bhi pak gayi.” 

Woh usme karahi—aahhhh, oonchi aur kaati hui—aur main ne suna uske ghutne chadar par sthiti badal rahe the. 

Aise chaude hokar nahi khulna jaise kisi stree ne faisla kar liya ho. Aise khulna jaise shareer tab khulta hai jab usne pehle hi mat de diya ho aur munh abhi ginti kar raha ho. 

“Dheere,” usne phusphusaya. “Kripya. Tum— tum bade ho. Main mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Uuuhh—kripya dheere chalo.” 







“Chalunga. Humare beech pehli baar, main tumhe chor ki tarah faadkar nahi nikalunga. Main ise us tarah rakhunga jaise koi purush apna naam kisi aisi cheez par rakhta hai jahan woh wapas aane ka irada rakhta ho.” 

“Naam mat kaho.” 

“Phir main patni kahunga. Doosre purush ki patni. Main tumhare pati se jalan karta raha hoon, jaanti ho? Uski kursiyon par baithna. Uski chai peena. Tumhe uske ghar mein us safed sadi aur badi nitambon ke saath chalte dekhna jaise ghar hi tumhari kamar ka ho. Aaj raat main uski patni ko chhodta hoon. Barish ke neeche yahi sach hai.” 

“Mat— aahhh—use is palang par mat lao.” 

“Woh pehle se isme hai. Isliye tumhari awaz aisi hai.” 

Main ne pehli asli dhakel suna. 

Ek saath nahi. Ek ghana, savdhani bhara dabav. Usne woh awaz ki jo main ne usse jeevan mein kabhi nahi suni thi—na krodh, na prarthana, kuch aisa jo us jagah se kheenchkar aaya jise usne blauz aur upvaas ke neeche band rakha tha. 

“Aahhhh—ruko—ruko—uuuhhh—yeh bahut zyada hai—” 

“Saans lo.” 

“Main saans le rahi hoon. Tum... aaahhh....Vivek, tum khich rahe ho— oohh—” 

“Main jaanta hoon. Main mehsoos kar raha hoon tum ise le rahi ho. Sakht jaise tum bahut samay se nahi khuli. Sakht jaise ek vivahit stree jo sirf ek purush ko jaanti ho aur use bhi aise nahi.” 

“Woh nahi— hum nahi— aahhh—aise baat karte.” 

“Main jaanta hoon tum nahi karte. Isliye tum chadar pakde ho.” 

Palang ne ek gehli lakdi ki shikayat ki. Barish khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Prasaran ke through main ne unka pehla geela milna suna, phir ek aur, phir ek aise taal ka aarambh jo abhi vinamra tha aur pehle se imandaar. 

Thap. 

Pehle naram. Maas ka maas se milna, geeli, gaddi-si awaz jise tufan nigalna chahta tha aur na nigal saka. 

Thap. Thap. 

“Aahhhh—Bhagwan—” 

“Batao agar dard ho.” 

Main barish sunta raha. Yeh baat ki barish ho rahi thi aur woh us bhavya samay par sambhog kar rahe the, sab ko ek saath jod deti thi. Garam shayankaksh ke andar yeh gupt vyabhichar jab bahar barish ho, bas sona-sa ehsaas tha. 








“Dard is tarah hai— uuuhh—jis tarah achha nahi lagna chahiye.” 

“Yeh pehli-baar ka dard hai. Sambandh ka dard. Yeh main-tumhare-neeche-nahi-hona-chahiye wala dard. Agar tum hone do to yeh kuch aur ban jata hai.” 

“Main nahi chahti ki yeh bane.” 

Usne yeh tab kaha jab uski saans pehle se badal rahi thi. Main woh awaz jaanta tha. Main uske neeche pal-badha tha. Main jaanta tha kab woh rishtedaron ke liye dhairya ka natak karti thi aur kab natak mein daar padti thi. Daar ab khuli thi. 

Mera haath apne aap par tab tak aa chuka tha jab maine faisla kiya. Bhandar-kaksh kala tha siway gali ki halki geeli chamak ke. Kaan ke yantra uske munh ko gharo ke beech ki deewar se kareeb mehsoos karate the. 

Har baar jab woh karahati—aahhhh, phir ek neeche wala uuhhh jab woh khud ko aur gehra baithata—meri mutthi bina ijazat kas jaati. Main ne khud se kaha main sirf sun raha hoon. Mere shareer ko parvah nahi thi main kya kehta. 

Uski awaz, woh khaas pighli-aur-lajjit pitch, mujhe uske shabdon se zyada kathor karti. Yeh meri maa ki awaz thi jo pa rahi thi ki uske gale mein iske liye jagah hai. 

“Kya woh tumhe aise bharta hai?” Vivek ne poocha, lagbhag baatchit ki tarah, jaise woh chai ki charcha kar rahe hon jab woh kamar ghumata. 

“Mujhse yeh mat poochho.” 

“Main poochh raha hoon.” 

“Aahhh—Vivek—” 

“Tumhare pati ka ling kitna bada hai, Shobha? Kya woh tumhe aise chhodta hai, itna dheere ki tum khud ko suno? Ya woh samapt karke palat jata hai aur tumhe jalte deepak ke saath chhod deta hai?” 

“Kripya mat— uuuhh—kripya mujhe tulna mat karwao.” 

“Tum pehle se tulna kar rahi ho. Main mehsoos kar raha hoon. Tum mujhe aise pakde ho jaise us stree ne abhi antar paaya ho.” 

Woh us jawab ke beech karahi jo dena nahi chahti thi. 

“Woh hai— woh mera pati hai. Woh— aahhhh—theek hai. Woh theek hai. Tum— tum alag ho. Motey. Tum rukte ho. Woh aise nahi rukta.” 

“Yeh phir kaho.” 

“Nahi kahungi.” 

“Tumne abhi kaha.” 

Thap. Thap. Thoda tez. Woh vinamra taal khud ko bhoolne laga tha. 

“Maine tumse binti ki thi yeh prashn mat poochho.” 

“Aur phir tumne unka uttar diya.” Usne use chuma, ab bigada hua. “Yahi yeh barish ki raat hai. Tum munh se binti karti ho aur baaki se deti ho.” 

“Main nahi de rahi.” 

“Tum chadar bhigaa rahi ho. Yahi dena hai.” 

Usne ek asahay shor kiya—nnnhhh—aur main ne uske nakhun sune, main qasam se kehta hoon sune, uski peeth ya gaddhe par atakte. 

Palang-chaukhat ne phir kaha, woh bayi-taraf ki chichiyahat jo main tab sunta tha jab koi kapde mojhne baithta. Yeh kapde mojhna nahi tha. 

Main prasaran ke taal par apne aap ko sahlaata raha kyunki us shor ke saath aur kuch karna nahi tha. Lajja mere pet mein pathar ki tarah baithi rahi aur mere haath ko nahi roki. Yahi saaf baat hai. 

Putra ko isliye kathor nahi hona chahiye ki uski maa ka karahna sur badalta hai. Main hua. 

Uski awaz sakht aur krodhit se geeli aur vismit ho chuki thi, aur vismay ek kaamuk awaz hai jab woh us stree ki ho jo bees varsh se savdhan rahi ho. 

“Tumhara shareer,” Vivek ne kaha, aur gandagi ke neeche sachcha vismay tha, pehle-sambandh wala vismay us purush ka jo vishwas nahi kar pata ki ijjatdar cheez sach mein uske neeche hai. 

“Yakeen nahi aata main kisi aur purush ki patni ko chhod raha hoon. Yeh nitamb. Yeh sakht yoni jo tum sooti kapde ke neeche chhupati rahi. Yeh stan jo sirf paalan, dhakne aur bhadrapan ke liye rahe. Yeh mere haathon mein hain. Tum mere haathon mein ho.” 

“Aaahh oohhhhh Ise mahima mat do.” 

“Main mahima nahi de raha. Main dekh raha hoon. Farq hai.” Ek sarak, ek gehri ragar. “Aah—tumne abhi apni yoni ki deewaron ko mere ling ke aas-paas jakad liya. Tumhe dekhe jaane mein maza aata hai.” 

“Nahi ah ah ah ahhhhh h” 

“Phir tumne deepak band karke aankhein kyun khuli rakhin?” 

Uske paas uska vaakya nahi tha. Uske paas karahna tha. Aahhhh, lamba, phir chhote uuh-uuh-uuh shor mein toot gaya jab usne woh jagah paayi jisse woh pados ki ladkiyon aur vidyalay ke karyakramon wala bhashan bhool gayi. 

“Aur dheere—” 

“Main jitna chahta hoon usse dheere ja raha hoon. Mehsoos ho raha hai? Yeh rok hai. Yeh main tumhari yoni ko sikha raha hoon ki woh ek aise purush ko le sakti hai jo vinamra nahi.” 

“Main koi— nnnhhh—main woh nahi hoon jo tum sochte ho.” 

“Main sochta hoon tum ek vivahit stree ho jisne upvaas aur istri ki hui blauzon ke neeche veshya-si bhookh chhupaayi. Main sochta hoon tumne mujhe doorbhash par suna aur apna haath wahan rakha jahan main apna ling rakh raha hoon. Main sochta hoon tum bilkul waisi banne mein bahut achha kar rahi ho.” 

“Aaaahhh!!!! Mujhe woh mat kaho.” 

“Maine shabd poora nahi kiya. Tumne kiya, apne sir mein.” 

Thap-thap-thap. 

Tez. Barish parda thi aur phir bhi maas ki awaz aa rahi thi, ab zyada geeli, woh saaf taali jab har dhakel ke ant par woh usse milta. 

Main sthiti awaz aur us tarike se jaanta tha jaise uski awaz kamre mein baithti thi: munh oopar, woh uske oopar, woh uske oopar tha kyunki pehli varjit baar aksar aise hi shuru hoti hai—chehra chehre ke saamne, chhupne ko jagah nahi, uski taangon ko faisla karna ki woh siddhant mein band rahengi ya vastav mein khulengi. 

Woh vastav mein khuli thin. 

“Tum karah rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Tumhe maza aa raha hai. Main jaanta tha tumhe mote ling ka maza aayega jab yeh vichaar na rahkar woh khichav ban jaye jo pet tak mehsoos ho.” 

“Aahhhh—yeh khich raha hai—oohh—Vivek, yeh meri— main nahi kah sakti—” 








“Yoni kaho. Tum badi ho. Tum mujhse bhari ho. Kaho.” 

“Meri— uuuhhh—meri yoni. Lo. Khush ho. Aahhh—mat muskarao. Main sun rahi hoon tum muskara rahe ho.” 

“Main muskara raha hoon kyunki tumne aise kaha jaise us stree ne abhi apna munh paaya ho aaahhh ooohhhhh” 

Palang tez ho gaya kyunki woh kam savdhan ho gaye. Yahi akela imandaar kaaran hai. Shuru mein woh apna shareer aise thaame thi jaise gadda uski report kar dega. 

Phir barish ne gali ko seel diya, aur uske bojh ne use seel diya, aur pehli-baar ka jhatka us purani, seedhi cheez mein pighal gaya: ek stree itni achhi tarah chhodi ja rahi thi ki uske maanspeshi haziri lena band kar chuke the. 

Jab aisa hota hai palang bolne lagta hai. Hamara palang hamesha baatuni raha. Do logon ke iska aise istemal se lagta tha purani jod sirhane ke paas phat jayegi. 

Maine murkhata se aur saaf socha ki chaukhat chala jayega. Maine socha woh awaz kaisi hogi aur kal subah jab mere pita apna thaila us dehleez par rakhenge aur nahi jaanenge ki chadar ke neeche lakdi alag kyun lagti hai. 

Yeh soch mujhe naram karti. Nahi ki. Main sahlaata raha, jabda kasa, apni maa ko ek aise purush ko lete sunta jo hamare ghar mein nahi rehta. 

“Mujhe rukne ko kaho,” Vivek ne kaha. 

Khatarnak vaakya. Woh use istemal kar sakti thi. 

Usne kuch aur istemal kiya. 

“Mat— aahhh—poori tarah mat ruko. Bas— bas kam zor. Main— uuuhhh—main soch nahi pati jab tum—” 

“Tumhe sochne ki zaroorat nahi. Tumhe chhode jaane ki zaroorat hai jab tak achhi-patni wala bhashan saans se na toot jaye.” 

“Mere paas abhi saans hai.” 

“Phir use karahne mein lagaao.” 

Usne lagaya. Aahhhh, phir ek kachchi awaz, phir uska naam aise kaha jaise shikayat jisne apna mukadma haar diya ho. 

Woh uske through bolta raha jaise kuch purush us stree ke saath pehle sambhog mein bolte hain jise bahut dinon se chaha ho: ganda, lagatar, prabhutva mein lagbhag komal, har cheez ka naam lete hue taaki woh yeh na dikha sake ki sapna tha ya theeshar. 

“Yeh sakht vivahit yoni mujhe seekh rahi hai. Woh tapka mehsoos ho raha hai? Woh tum ho. Woh barish nahi. Main yeh yaad rakhunga—jaise tum mujhe pakadti ho jab main gehra jata hoon, jaise tum sir na mein hilati ho aur nitamb haan mein uthati ho. Main tumhare pati se jalan karta raha jo ghar aakar is tak aata hai aur so jata hai. Aaj raat mujhe woh hissa milta hai jise woh jaldi niptaata hai.” 

“Woh mujhe pyar karta hai aahhh mera pati mujhe pyar karta haaaaaai” 

“Maine nahi kaha ki nahi karta. Maine kaha woh tumhe us purush ki tarah nahi chhodta jo Holi se kathor hai.” 

“Aahhhh—” 

“Wahan. Woh jagah. Maine mehsoos kiya tum uchli.” 

“Mat— mat jagah dhoondho. Yeh nyaya nahi.” 

“Nyaya ghar se nikal gaya jab tumne mujhe doorbhash par suna aur nahi kataya.” 

Main nikat aa gaya aur haath rokna pada, daanton se saans lete hue gali-andhere mein, kyunki agar main jaldi samapt ho jata to uske andar ka badlav chhoot jata. Ek badlav tha. 

Static ke through bhi suna ja sakta hai. Karahne ab aise durghatna nahi rahe jise woh pakadne ki koshish karti. 

Woh samay par aane lage, uski dhakel ki jeb mein, jaise uske shareer ne taal sweekar kar liya ho aur apne hi patan ko sangeet banaane ka faisla kiya ho. 

“Main tumhe seekha raha hoon,” usne kuch der baad kaha, awaz ab ghisi hui, us purush ki kararapan jo yeh dikhana band kar chuka ho ki yeh sirf baat hai. 

“Bhashanon se nahi. Is chudai se. Tumhare andar ruke rehkar jab tak tum hairani se na bolo. Tum achha kar rahi ho, Shobha. Us stree ke liye jisne qasam khai thi ki yeh nahi karti, tum mujhe aise le rahi ho jaise seekhe jaane ka intezaar tha.” 

“Main nahi— nnnhhh—main tumhari— aahhh—main woh shabd nahi hoon.” 

“Kaun sa shabd. Kulta. Kaho ki tum meri kulta nahi ho jab tum mera pet bhigoti ho.” 

“Main kisi ki patni hoon.” 

“Aaj raat tum yeh bhi ho.” 

Usne poore vaakya se inkaar kiya aur beech mein karaha, jo inkaar ki awaz hoti hai jab woh haar chuka ho. 

“Main nahi— uuuhhh—seekhai jaungi. Main deepak jalti hoon. Is gali mein mera naam hai. Aahhhh—Vivek, kripya, tum jin tarah yeh baatein kehte ho usse aur bura hota hai—” 

“Bura ya zyada geela.” 

“Dono. Tum dono chahte ho. Main jaanti hoon tum kya chahte ho aahhh oohhhhhh” 

“Aur tum palang par ruki rahi.” 








Usse uske tark ka ek tukda band ho gaya. Barish ne ched bhara. Thap-thap nahi ruka. Tufan ke neeche bhi main suna: thap-thap-thap, bhaari, geela, munh-oobhar sambhog ki awaz jo savdhani nahi rahi thi aur tathya ban chuki thi. 

Meri ichha thi ki dekh sakun. Yahi doosri saaf baat hai. Ichha thi uska rasbhara palat, pet jo woh chhupati, uski yoni, sadi-wale shareer ka woh roop jab use galat haathon ne aakhir khola ho. Mere paas sirf awaz thi. 

Awaz kaafi thi ki meri mutthi phir chale, dheeme, kathor, uske saath milti. 

Usne use hilaaya. 

Achanak tha. Ladayi wale atyachar se nahi—us purush wale atyachar se jisne faisla kar liya ho ki pehli sthiti ka kaam ho chuka. Main ne gadda sarakte suna, uski jaangh ki taali, ek bhaari, jiye-hue shareer ka ghana punah-nyas. 

“Vivek—tum kya— aahhh—” 

“Jhukao.” 

“Main nahi banana chahti— main aisi nahi dikhna chahti—” 

“Veshya. Woh shabd kaho jiske aas-paas tum naach rahi ho. Phir bhi jhukao.” 

“Maine kabhi aise nahi kiya. Na apne pati se. Na kisi se. Woh sthiti— uuuhhh—woh sthiti patniyon ke liye nahi.” 

“Aaj raat tumhare liye hai.” 

Woh dikhana jaanti thi. Woh hafte bhar dikhati rahi—usne khaya ya nahi ke chhote prashn, bahut savdhani se istri ki kamiz, doorbhash jo nahi kata. Dikhawa uski janm-bhasha thi. Chahna uske oopar bolne laga tha. 

Chacha Vivek ne bhashan khatam hone ka intezaar nahi kiya. Main ne uska bojh palatte suna, nitamb aur stan aur pet ka woh rasaal, saaf shor jab unhone palang par apna naksha badla, ek stree ka shareer sasta yantra ke through bhi khud ko ghoshit kar raha tha. 

“Woh dekho,” usne kaha, ganda aur lagbhag shraddha se. “Kisi aur purush ki patni usi ke palang par ghutnon par, nitamb oopar kyunki barish kaafi tez hai aur uska putra gaya hua hai aur uski yoni pehle se mere aakaar ki hai. Tumne yeh sthiti kabhi nahi ki kyunki kisi ne tumhare shareer se nahi poocha woh kya le sakta hai. Main poochh raha hoon.” 

“Main veshya nahi banana chahti.” 

Usne ise karahkar kaha. Aahhhh, takiye ya chadar mein, inkaar garmi banakar aaya. 

“Phir subah mat banna. Agle kuch minat ke liye ban jao jab main dikhaun kyun striyan ise chhupati hain aur phir yeh yaad karti hain.” 

“Dheere—kripya—uuuhhh—aise tum aur gehre ho—” 

“Isliye purushon ne jhukana socha. Taaki ek ijjatdar yoni jaan sake uske andar ek aur gehra kamra hai.” 

Phir jaise hi woh peeche se usme pravesh karne hi wala tha, main ne uska doorbhash bajte suna, antarik yantra saaf tha aur main sochne laga is raat ke samay use kaun bula raha hoga. 

Maine socha yeh pita hain aur sach mein pita hi the. Maa hairani mein chillayi, “Vivek! Mera pati bula raha hai......” 

Aage kya hua, agle prakarana mein jaane ke liye jude rahiye. 




 

[Wasifahim]

Karak Update

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[Fima Zaman]

Bahut badhiya ek mast aur masaladar update

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Garma garam aur ekdum spicy update.

[Bebo.]

bahut hi mast aur garam update

[Shabana.]

bahut hi mast aur lajawab update!! bahut bahut shandaar writings! Please keep going.

[Jannat.]

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