Fantasy Didi ne Porn Dekhte pakra or Phir ( by Callvishalsahni ) Complete

[hirarandi]

Sunday ko dopahar mein, jab main apne room mein bed par laetkar kuch padh raha tha, mummy mere room mein aayi, aur mere paas bed par baith gayi, aur mere shorts ko kholane lagi. Main bola, “Mummy.”


Wo meri taraf dekh kar muskuraayi, aur mere shorts ko neeche kheench diya, aur mera lund baahar nikaal diya. “Beta, main pichale kayi dinon se dekh rahi hoon, tumhaara ek baar hone ke baad bhi khada rahata hai, mujhe lagta hai tumko rojaana ek baar se jyaada “treatment” ki jaroorat hai. Tabhi unhone neeche jhuk kar mere murjhaaye hue lund ko apne moonh mein bhar liya.

Unka itna sab karne se mera lund khada ho gaya, aur bas kuch hi palon mein main karaahate hue apne moonh se ajeeb ajeeb awaajein nikaalane laga, aur apna maal mummy ke soft, garam moonh mein nikaal diya. Unhone thoda sa apna moonh khole hue hi meri taraf dekha, aur maine dekha ki wo mere virya ko apne saare moonh mein apni jeebh se fira rahi hain. Unhone apni aankhein band kar li, aur fir saara maal satak gayi, aur fir apne honthon par jeebh firaayi aur meri taraf dekh kar muskuraane lagi.

"Wow, Mummy, thanks!" main bola. "Lekin..."

"Lekin Kya, Beta?"

"Jab aap kapde pahne rahti ho to utna maja nahi aata. Aapke nange sharir ko dekhna mujhe bahut achha lagta hai."

"Oh. To ismein kaun sa time lagne waala hai." Wo uth kar khadi hui, aur turant apne saare kapde utaar diye, aur fir mere paas nangi hokar laet gayi. Maine unki taangon ko apni dono taangon ke beech fansaane ka prayaas kiya, lekin wo palat kar side se lait gayi, aur apni gaand meri taraf kar di.

”Vishal, main tumko bataana chaahati hoon, ki jab bhi tumhaara man kare, main hameshaa tumhaari help karne ko tayyar hoon. Haath se, moonh se.... jaisa bhi tum chhaho. Aur din mein jitni baar bhi chaaho.”

Maine bhi palat kar, pahli baar apne haath unke sexy mummon par rakh diye. Mera lund fir se khada hone laga, "Mmmm, bahut achha lag raha hai!" wo boli. Wo mere aur kareeb aakar mujhse chipak gayi, aur mera lund unki gaand ki daraar mein ghusane laga. Main unke dono mummon se khelane laga, aur unke hard ho chuke nipples par jyaada dhyaaan dene laga. Fir mera haath neeche jaake choot ke honthon se khelne laga. Wo thoda karhaahi aur apni gaand mere khade hue lund ke upar daba di.

"Mummy, kya main jis tarah se aap ko chhoo raha hoon wo sahi hai?"

Unhone ek gahri saans li, aur fir meri taraf karwat le li, unka chehra ab mere saamne tha. “Nahi Beta. Hum jo kuch bhi pichale kuch dinon se kar rahe hain wo kuch bhi sahi nahi hain.”

“Lekin, mera matlab tha...”

“Mujhe maloom hai, lekin mujhe bolne do. Hum jo kuch bhi kar rahe hain wo sage sambhandiyon mein yaun sampark hai, isko angreji mein ‘incest’ kahte hain. Tumne suna hai is shabd ke baare mein?

“Haan,” main bola.

Hamaara samaaj incest ko galat maanata hai, kyonki jab sage samabhandhiyon ke bachhe hote hain, to unke beemar hone ki sambhaawanaa jyaada hoti hai.

“Mujhe maloom hai, maine padha hai.”

“Aur waise bhi, logon ko dar rahta hai, ki agar maaa baap apne bachhon ke saath sex karenge, to bachhe bigad jaayenge, unka dimaag kharaab ho jaayega.”

“Aisa mere saath kuch nahi hoga, Mummy.”

“Mujhe maloom hai, vishal. Tum bahut kuch mere jaise hi ho.”

Main Mummy kea age bolne ka intejaar karne laga.

"Beta, main hameshaa se aise dakiyanoosi purane khayalaat waali nahi rahi hoon."

"Mummy, aap to hamesha modern hi rahi ho!"

“meri ek baat suno. Maine pahli baar sex, shaadi ke baad tumhaare papa ke saath hi kiya, main shaadi par bilkul kunwaari thi. Mujhe sex bahut pasand tha, main shaadi se pahle apni ungali se hastmaithun karti thi. Lekin shaadi ke baad mujhe sex ka aisa chaska laga, ki main aur tumhaare papa rojaana sex karte the. Mujhe lagta hai meri sex ki bhookh aur ladies se kahin jyaada hai. Mujhe rojaana sex ki jaroorat hoti hai.” Mummy thoda der ruki aur fir boli, “Jaisa ki Munni Bua ne tumko bataaya hi hoga, ki tumhaare papa ka pichale ek saal se kisi aurat ke saath chakkar chal raha hai, wo mujhe ab ignore karne lage hain. Pichale ek saal se main apni sex ki jaroorat kisi tarah daba kar us par control kar rahi hoon. Lekin us din maine jab tumhaara khuoobsurat nanga sharir dekha, aur tumhaara lamba lund, to mujhe apne aap par control nahi hua, Vishal.”

Main is sab ko sun kar thauda bhaunchakka rah gaya tha. Maine mummy ke moonh se lund ya is is tarah ka koi shabd kahte hue nahi suna tha. Jyaada se jyaada wo “Oh, Shit” hi kahti thi, jab kuch ghor anapekshit ho jaaye.

“Sab kuch itna dheere dheere hua ki sambhalne ka mauka hi nahi mila. Pahle, tumne har subah apne nange sharir ko dikhaana shuru kiya, maine apne man ko samjhaaya, ki isme aisi koi khaas buraai nahi hai, Phir tum mujhe nanga dekhne ki jid karne lage, fir bhi maine socha ki chalo ye bhi theek hai. Lekin fir jab maine tumhe muth maarte hue dekha, to mera man kiya, ki kyon na ye kaam main hi tumhaare liye kar doon, aur tumne bhi mere liye sab kuch aasaan kar diya. Aur waise bhi, agar ek Maa, jo apne bête se behad pyaar karti ho, wo apne bête ki khushi aur usko thoda aaram pahunchaane ke liye, agar aisa kuch kati hai, to isme kya buraai hai?”

“Aap sahi kah rahi ho, Mummy!”

“Aur waise bhi mujhe lund choosane mein bahut majaa aata hai, to tumhaara lund apne moonh mein lena to swabhaawik tha. Haath se hilaane se achha to choosna hi hai, end result to wo hi nikalna hai, lekin agar hum dono ko aisa kar ke aur jyaada achha lag raha ho, to theek hai na?”

"Haan Mummy, aap sahi kah rahi ho." Unki ye gandi gandi baatein mujhe aur jyaada uttejit kar rahi thi.