Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Us din ke baad, jab necklace aur mera Star Wars suit mila, Nani ke ghar mein sab kuch alag lagne laga. Maa, Rekha, zyada khush lagti thi, uski muskaan aur chamakdar thi, lekin kuch galat tha, jaise uski aankhon mein koi raaz chhupa ho. Ek dopahar, hum living room mein the, purana TV Star Wars dikhata tha, Luke Skywalker aur Darth Vader ki lightsaber ladai chal rahi thi.

Mujhe pata tha ki Papa ka call tha kyunki Maa ki awaaz badal gayi—naram, seductive, ek aisi garmi bhari thi jo usse phone par Papa ko hasane ke liye use karti thi, aisa tone jo Papa ko khush karta tha.

Uski peeli saree uske sudol sharir se chipki thi, uske bade stan tight blouse ke khilaf dab rahe the, uski curvy gaand dheere se hil rahi thi jab woh purane sofa par leti thi, uski dhili choti kandhe par ek resham ki ribbon ki tarah latak rahi thi.

Is waqt tak Maa ne apna phone number Mukesh ko nahi diya tha, toh woh nahi ho sakta tha. Maine TV ka volume kam kiya, uski baatein sunne ke liye utaavla, lekin woh itni dheere bol rahi thi, almost sexy aur intimate whisper mein, ki mujhe Papa ki awaaz bilkul nahi sunai di, bas uske jawab, har shabd mein ek masti bhari lagaav.

Maa: Oh, honey, mujhe maaf kardo, main itni busy thi. Ma ke ghar ke kaam mujhe pura din bhagaye rakhte hain, tumhe pata hai yahan kaisa hai. Main tumhare calls miss nahi karna chahti thi, meri jaan, kasam se.

Papa: …………

Maa: Nahi, baby, aisa bilkul nahi hai, wada hai. Main safayi, khana banane, sab sambhalne mein ulajh gayi hoon. Main zyada call karungi, thik hai, sweetheart, sirf tumhare liye?

Papa: …………

Maa: Haan, darling, tum sahi ho, main thodi distracted thi. Bas Raj aur yahan ke kaam ke sath thodi si uljhan hai. Main tumhare liye waqt nikaalungi, meri dil ki dhadkan, wada hai.

Maa: Main thik hoon, tumhe itna miss karti hoon ki dard hota hai. I love you too, honey, hamesha aur hamesha ke liye. Alvida, jaldi baat karenge, meri jaan.

Call khatam hua, aur Maa ne phone neeche rakha, uske chamakdar hoth khule, chehra thoda laal, guilt aur ek ajeeb, garam chamak ka mix tha, uske stan har dheemi saans ke sath upar niche ho rahe the.

Aisa laga jaise Papa naraaz the, shayad shikayat kar rahe the ki Maa unke calls nahi utha rahi ya baat nahi kar rahi thi, aur uske kaam ke bahaane thode weak lage, jaise woh kuch gehra chhupa rahi ho.

Maine TV ka volume wapas bada kiya, lekin meri nazar us par tiki rahi, uski saree uski badi gaand ko gher rahi thi, uska posture ek sensual confidence dikha raha tha jo mujhe pura samajh nahi aaya.

Main: Maa, woh kaun tha? Papa the? Woh kya bol rahe the?

Maa: Woh tere Papa the, Raj. Woh isliye upset hain kyunki maine unke calls zyada nahi uthaye hain aajkal. Maine kaha ki yahan madad karte hue busy thi, bas.

Main: Woh gussa kyun hain? Kya tumne kuch galat kiya? Tum unhe zyada call kyun nahi karti?

Maa: Aisa nahi hai, Raj, main bas kaam mein dubi thi. Mukesh ji ke ghar madad aur yahan ka kaam mera sara waqt le leta hai. Kya main busy thi, Raj, tujhe nahi lagta?

Main: Haan, Maa, tum hamesha Mukesh ji ke ghar hoti ho. Shayad tum sach bol rahi ho. Lekin Papa ghar kab aayenge?

Maa: Unka kaam extend ho gaya, toh woh do mahine aur nahi aayenge. Unhe wahan ek bada project hai, jo zaruri hai. Hum jaldi milenge, chinta mat kar. Actually achha hai ki tere papa yahan nahi hain, unhe zyada kaam karne de.

Main yeh khabar sun kar khush nahi tha. Do mahine aur? Main ghar jana chahta tha—Nani ka ghar boring tha, bas Star Wars aur bahar khelna hi tha karne ko.

Maa ka focus Mukesh par jama tha, yeh stranger, itna ki woh Papa se phone par pehle jaisa flirt bhi nahi karti thi, uski awaaz mein woh masti aur teasing spark nahi thi jo mujhe unke Kovalam honeymoon planning ke calls mein yaad thi.

Yeh uske Papa se baaton ko affect kar raha tha, jaise uska dimaag kahin aur bhatak raha ho, kisi naye allure mein phasa ho. Lekin mujhe zyada parwah nahi thi—main Star Wars mein khoya tha, epic battles mujhe screen par wapas kheench rahe the, meri lightsaber fantasies ne mujhe gher liya.

Agle kuch dinon mein, Maa ka sensual routine aur intense ho gaya. Woh har subah makeup karti thi—gehri, chamakdar lipstick jo uske hothon ko bhara aur inviting dikhati thi, kaajal uski aankhon ko smoldering banata tha, blush uske gaalon ko aise highlight karta tha jaise desire ka halka flush ho.

Uski saree pehle se bhi zyada tight thi, uske bade stan aur curvy gaand se chipki hui, uske hips provocatively hilte the jab bhi hum Mukesh ke ghar jaate, har kadam ek jaan bujhkar ka performance, jaise woh kisi ko attract karne ke liye saj rahi ho, jaise woh Papa ke romantic moments ke liye karti thi.

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Uska Mukesh ke sath rishta aur nazdeek ho gaya, almost zyada intimate. Main aksar use uske ghar par dhundta jab woh Nani ke ghar nahi hoti.
Woh verandah par baithte, unki thighs ek doosre ko chhooti, unki hansi naram aur private hoti, Maa ka haath kabhi-kabhi uske paas rakha hota jab woh baat karte.

Mujhe koi shak nahi tha; Mukesh necklace aur Star Wars suit dene ke baad kind laga, toh main socha woh bas close friends hain. Lekin kuch galat laga, ek halka tension jo main samajh nahi paya, jaise koi raaz hawa mein latka ho.

Ek din, main Nani ke ghar ke bahar Star Wars suit mein khel raha tha, apni blue lightsaber ghuma raha tha, imaginary Sith lords ko dramatic style mein kaat raha tha. Maa aur Mukesh andar the, jo ajeeb tha kyunki aaj hum uske ghar nahi the.

Maa bahar aayi, uski saree itni tight thi ki uske voluptuous stan aur badi gaand ka outline dikhta tha, uski gehri lipstick chamak rahi thi jab usne purse adjust kiya, uski choti ek seductive pendulum ki tarah hil rahi thi.




Maa: Raj, main grocery shop ja rahi hoon kuch kharidne. Jaldi wapas aaungi, toh yahin ruk aur khel. Kahin mat bhatakna, thik hai?

Main: Maa, main bhi chaloonga? Mujhe maza aayega, please, mujhe le chalo!

Maa: Nahi, Raj, tu yahin ruk! Mukesh ji andar hain, toh tu akela nahi hai. Mujhse mat argue kar, bas sun.

Main: Thik hai, Maa, fine. Lekin jaldi aana, thik hai? Mujhe apna naya lightsaber move dikhana hai.

Maa chali gayi, uski gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, saree uske curves se chipki thi jaise koi lover ka touch ho, uske hips aise hil rahe the ki gaon ke log ghoor rahe the.




Main khelta raha, lightsaber hawa mein ghumata raha, lekin blue wale se bore ho gaya aur socha andar se red wala laoon taaki thoda change ho.
Main ghar mein gaya, socha Mukesh living room mein hoga, purane sofa par chai ya akhbaar ke sath, uska usual spot. Room khali tha, sofa khali, TV band, hawa mein sannata.

Maine pukara, “Mukesh ji?” lekin jawab nahi aaya, bas ek halki si awaaz hall se aayi. Main uski taraf chala, mere sandal mitti ke farsh par naram awaaz kar rahe the, kitchen dekha—khali, sink mein gande bartan, curry ki halki si khushboo.

Maine Maa ke kamre mein jhanka, lekin andhera tha, bed neatly bana hua, koi nahi. Awaaz aur tez hui jab main bathroom ke paas pahuncha, aur maine pehchana—Mukesh ki groans, low, guttural, aur intense, bilkul us raat uske ghar jaisa.

Mera dil dhadakne laga, curiosity aur unease ka mix tha. Yeh mujhe us bathroom wali baat yaad dilaya, jab usne Maa ka naam liya aur uske stan, chut, aur gaand ke bare mein gandi baatein ki, uski awaaz desire se bhari thi.

Main dheere se aage badha, awaaz na hone di, groans ab clear thi, thodi khuli bathroom door se goonj rahi thi. Maine Mukesh ki awaaz suni, low aur desperate, “Aaahh, Rekha…” Mera pet mud gaya—woh Maa ka naam phir kyun le raha tha?

Main crack se jhanka, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, aur dekha woh wahan khada tha, trousers ghutnon tak neeche, ek haath mein apna mota penis pakda, tezi se ragad raha tha, doosre haath mein Maa ki unwashed white panty thi.

Usne panty ko chehre par dabaya, gehri saans li, aankhein band, groans aur tez hote ja rahe the jab woh khushboo ka maza le raha tha, uska sharir pleasure se hil raha tha.

Mujhe nahi samajh aaya ki woh aisa kyun kar raha tha, lekin mujhe pata tha woh achha aadmi hai—usne hamein gifts diye, toh shayad yeh adults ke liye normal hai. Usne panty bas soonghi nahi; usne chaati, tongue se fabric ko trace kiya, chut wale hisse par focus kiya, uska chehra ecstasy mein twisted.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri chut ki khushboo divine hai, itni rich aur musky, mujhe pagal kar deti hai. Main is khushboo ka deewana hoon, yeh hi sochta rehta hoon. Mujhe tujhe taste karna hai, Rekha, mujhe tujhe bhut zarurat hai.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Oh, Rekha, yeh meri naak mein jannat hai, pure bliss. Teri khushboo addictive hai, mujhe har baar aur gehra kheenchti hai. Ek din main tujhe apna bana loonga, kasam se.

Main shock tha, lekin pehle jaisa nahi, kyunki mujhe pata tha Mukesh achha hai, hai na? Usne apna dick aur tezi se ragda, panty ke chut wale hisse ko chaata, groans aur tez, awaaz desperate jab woh apne aap se bolta tha.

Maine socha yeh shayad adult game hai, kuch jo maine suna tha grown-ups karte hain, lekin yeh galat laga, jaise koi raaz jo kisi ko pata na chale.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, mujhe tujhe har hal mein fuck karna hai, teri chut meri hai. Main har raat tera sapna dekhta hoon, tera sharir mere neeche. Main yeh karwa ke rahunga, chahe kuch bhi ho.

Usne panty ko aggressively naak par dabaya, almost naak ke andar, gehri saans li, jaise uski har nishaan ko consume karna chahta ho. Uske itne intense hone ki wajah nahi samajh aayi, lekin maine laga yeh shayad adults ka tarika hai kisi ko pasand dikhane ka, jaise Maa Papa se flirt karti thi.

Phir usne panty ghumayi, gaand wale hisse ko soongha, naak fabric mein ghusa diya, ek deep, guttural groan ke sath, jisse mera pet mud gaya.
Main disgust ho gaya—yeh bhut weird tha, adult game ke liye bhi, khushboo toh gandi hogi, lekin woh isse pyar karta lagta tha.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri gaand ki khushboo perfect hai, rich aur warm, kisi aur jaisi nahi. Main apna chehra teri gaand mein daal dena chahta hoon, uski softness mehsoos karna chahta hoon. Ek din main teri gaand fuck karoonga, hamesha ke liye apni karoonga.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Yeh khushboo, Rekha, mujhe pagal kar rahi hai, itni gehri aur intoxicating. Mujhe teri gaand taste karni hai, tera har part claim karna hai. Tu hi meri chahat hai, tera har inch.

Main utna shock nahi tha jitna mujhe hona chahiye tha—Mukesh abhi bhi mere dimag mein achha insaan tha, is ajeeb behavior ke bawajood. Woh hil raha tha, apna dick ragadta hua, panty mein khoya, use nahi pata tha main crack se dekh raha hoon.

Yeh panchwi baar tha jab maine use aise dekha, char baar uske ghar, ab yahan Nani ke ghar, hamesha Maa ka naam lete hue, hamesha usi bhuki awaaz mein.

Woh soonghta raha, chut aur gaand wale parts ke beech badalta hua, naak itni zor se dabata tha jaise fabric ko absorb karna chahta ho, haath tezi se chalta, groans aur tez.

Maine socha yeh bas adult game hai, jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyunki main baccha tha, lekin yeh raaz, galat laga. Tabhi bahar se footstep sunai diye, gravel ke neeche shoes ki crunch, aur mujhe pata tha Maa grocery se wapas aa rahi thi.

Maine apne aap se poocha ki kya Maa ko pata chalega, main jaldi bahar chala gaya taaki Maa mujhe bathroom mein dekh na le, phir woh andar aayi aur jo next hua usne mujhe shock kar diya…