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Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh ke mixture mein phansa hua. Uske shabd—“Aaahhh uuhhh, maine tere baare mein soch ke khud ko chhua, Mukesh. 

Main kitni gandi hoon”—mere dimag mein goonj rahe the, mujhe andar tak hila diya.Woh Maa jo mujhe palti thi, jo mujhe sone se pehle chadar odhaati thi, nashta banati thi, usse aise baatein nahi karni chahiye thi. 

Usse khud ko chhune ka nahi, kisi aur ke lund ke liye tarasna nahi chahiye tha jab Papa wahan bahar humare liye mehnat kar rahe the.Har shabd ek dhokha tha, uski wafadaar biwi wali tasveer pe chhuri. 

Woh pavitra honi chahiye thi, na ki yeh aurat jo “ooohhh uuhhh” moan karti hui Mukesh ke saamne jhuk rahi thi.Yeh shock dil se mehsoos hua, mera seena kasa hua, jab mujhe laga woh bilkul alag hai, koi jise main nahi jaanta. 

Mukesh uski chut ko bina ruke chodata raha, uska lund andar bahar, har dhakka chair ko charkhata hua. Uski kamar uspe zor se takrati, rhythm tez aur sakht, Maa ki badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti.

Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha ki Maa Mukesh ke saath sahi kar rahi thi ya galat, kyunki mujhe yeh sab samajh nahi tha.Kamra khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz, uske moans, aur Mukesh ke grunts se bhara tha. 

Maa ki chut chamakti hui, uske mote lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uski shaved folds pyaas se chikni. Chair hil rahi thi, girne ke kagaar pe, jab Mukesh use chodata raha, haath uski kamar pe, har dhakke mein use khinchta hua.

Roshni unke jismon pe parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke curves dikha rahi thi—uske poore stan hilte hue, gaand uchalti hui, khaal paseene aur pyaas se laal. 

Mujhe sex ka mechanics nahi pata tha, par main Mukesh ki harkaton mein kachi taakat dekh sakta tha, uska uspe control, aur isne mera lund aur sakht kiya.“Tujhe yeh lund pasand hai na, Rekha?” 

Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Yeh chut kiski hai?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh teri hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz randi jaisi aur desperate. “Meri chut tujhe di hai.”

“Tujhe aisa kaun mehsoos karata hai?” usne dabaya, aur zor se dhakka maara. “Bata, randi.” “Oooohhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Koi aur nahi. Aaahhh uuhhh, tera lund kitna achha hai.”“Is chut ka kya karoon?” Mukesh ne poocha, muskaan gandi. “Aaahhh, ise zor se chodo,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti. 

“Ise apna bana, Mukesh. Mujhe yeh chahiye.” “Aur main, Rekha?” usne chheda, dhakke dheere kiye. “Tu is lund ko khush rakhegi?”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein uspe jami. 

“Mujhe tera lund har raat chahiye. Aaahhh, main teri randi hoon.” Main dekhta raha, haath abhi bhi mere lund pe, uske shabd aur gehre utarte.Woh Mukesh ko chun rahi thi, Papa ko nahi, apne jism ka maalik kehte hue. 

Dheere dheere, mujhe lagne laga shayad Maa galat nahi kar rahi. Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad woh usse aisa—zinda, chahi hui—mehsoos nahi karata tha. 

Mujhe sex ka pata nahi tha, par uski khushi, uske moans, uska Mukesh se chipakna dekh raha tha. Shayad Papa uske liye kaafi nahi tha, shayad use yeh chahiye tha.

Yeh soch mujhe confuse karti thi, mera gussa kam karti thi, par dhokha nahi mita saki. Woh ab bhi Papa ki biwi thi, aur yeh galat tha, phir bhi main dekhna nahi rok saka, mera haath tez chalta raha.Mukesh dheere hua, uska lund uski chut se gili awaaz ke saath nikla, tip uske ras se chamakta hua. 

Maa ne saans li, jism kamp raha tha, chut abhi bhi khuli aur geeli. “Aaahhh uuhhh, tu kyun ruka?” woh boli, awaaz mein zaroorat.“Main tujhe bistar pe le jaa raha hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dheemi aur gandi. 

“Tujhe poora khula chahiye.”“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, taangein kampati hui jab usne uske haath pakde, use khincha. “Tu kitna ganda hai, mujhe aise chahne ke liye. 

Mujhe sach mein lagta hai main teri randi hoon.”“Tujhe yeh pasand hai na? Tujhe meri randi banne ka maza aata hai?” usne chheda, use bistar pe le jaate hue. “Bata kitna.”

“Aaahhh, bahut zyada pasand hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Tu mujhe woh mehsoos karata hai jo nahi karna chahiye.”Usne use bistar pe litaya, ek taang upar uthayi, uski chut khuli aur chamakti hui. 

“Dekh is chut ko,” Mukesh ne bola, aankhein use kha rahi thi. “Itni perfect.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, chhed mat,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate. “Yeh teri hai, tu jaanta hai.”

“Main teri chut ko itna achha chodunga, Rekha,” usne kaha, apna lund uske entrance pe rakha. “Taiyaar hai is lund ke liye?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, please,” woh maangi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Meri chut chodo, Mukesh.”Usne apna lund andar dhakela, aur Maa maza mein cheekhi, awaaz goonj gayi. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai!” Uska poora jism hil gaya, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, khaal paseene se laal.


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Har dhakka usmein kampan bhejta tha, uske curves hilte hue jab Mukesh ne zor se choda, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua. Uski chut uske lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uske moan ek lambi cheekh, haath chadar pakde hue.Kamra unke josh se jeevant tha—paseene aur pyaas ki musky khushboo, khaal ke takraane ka rhythm, bistar ki awaaz uske moans ke saath milti hui.

Ab mujhe pata tha woh Papa ke saath dhokha kar rahi thi. Uski cheekhein, uske gande confessions, saboot the ki usne Mukesh ko chuna tha. Mujhe gussa aaya—uspe ki usne apni kasmein todi, Mukesh pe ki usne use le liya, Papa pe ki woh kaafi nahi the. 


Par main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta raha, mera lund dhadak raha tha.“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, Mukesh,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz kachi. “Aaahhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, mujhe tera lund pasand hai.”


“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne bola, aur gehra dhakka maara. “Phir se bol, randi.”“Oooohhh mmm, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui. “Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo, mujhe apna bana.”

Maine Maa ko aisa kabhi nahi dekha—itni besharam, itni khoyi hui. Woh aurat jisne mujhe pala, jo naram aur santulit thi, ab yeh jangli thi, Mukesh ke lund ke liye maangti hui, pyar confess karti hui jo main nahi jaanta tha. 

“Mmm uuhhh, tu mere liye itna achha hai,” woh boli. “Mujhe yeh har raat chahiye.”“Main tujhe doonga, meri rani,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, haath uski kamar pe. “Yeh chut ab mera ghar hai.”




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Dheere dheere, main use behtar samajhne laga. Shayad Papa use khush nahi karte the, use aise nahi chhute the. Uski moan, uski khushi, ek aisi aurat dikhati thi jo maine kabhi nahi dekhi—ek aurat jo josh ke liye tarasti thi. 


Mujhe laga Papa ne ek aisi aurat se shaadi ki jo galat thi, jo is gande maze ke liye tarasti thi.Woh woh pavitra biwi nahi thi jo maine sochi thi; use Mukesh ki taakat, uska control chahiye tha. 


Yeh dard deta tha, par samajh aata tha—uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi galat thi. Mera lund itna bada aur sakht tha, pajamas ke khilaaf daba raha tha
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Jagah nahi thi, toh maine use bahar nikala, thandi hawa uspe lagi. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun sehlane mein maza aata tha, par maine kiya, haath tez chalta raha jab main Maa ke jism ko Mukesh ke dhakke ke neeche hilta dekha. 

Maa ko Mukesh ke saath duniya ka sabse ganda kaam karte dekha.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, headboard deewar se takrata hua, uski taakat ka saboot. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, bina ruke, jo unhe cheekhne de. 

Mukesh poora taakat tha, uski muscles flex karti hui, uska lund usmein aisi zor se ja raha tha jo Papa mein kabhi nahi tha.Mukesh ruk gaya, apna lund bahar nikala. “Upar aa, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz bhari. 



“Is lund pe sawar ho.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, jism paseene se chikna. “Main itna nahi kar sakti.”“Thak gayi?” usne bola, awaaz gandi. 

“Teri chut itni geeli hai, randi. Sawar ho, is chut ko kaam kar.”


“Mmm uuhhh, tu kitna ganda hai,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui, uske shabd use phir se garam kar rahe the. Woh upar chadhi, uske lund ko apni chut mein dala, haath kamp rahe the. 

“Aaahhh, yeh itna bada hai,” woh boli, neeche baithti hui, uski chut uske lund ko nigal rahi thi.“Tu perfect hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, haath uski kamar pe. 

“Dekh tujhe, is lund ko pro ki tarah leti hui.”“Oooohhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh, par main tujhse pyar karti hoon,” woh boli, awaaz desperate. “Main hamesha tujhe khush karungi, chahe kuch bhi ho. Aaahhh, main teri hoon.” 

“Bilkul sahi,” usne bola, haath uska rhythm banate hue. “Chodti ja, randi.”Maa paseena paseena thi, jism chamakta hua, par woh tez chali, chut uske lund pe upar neeche, gili awaazein kamre mein goonj rahi thi. 

Woh meri taraf muh karke thi, uske stan har uchal ke saath hil rahe the, uski tez sawari se harkat. Uski aankhein band thi, chehra masti mein khoya, jaise woh ek pure maze ki duniya mein bhaag rahi ho. “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund kitna achha hai,” woh boli.



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“Mujhe pasand hai kaise yeh mujhe bharta hai.” “Yeh stan, Rekha,” Mukesh ne bola, haath upar karke, uske stan pakde. Usne unhe dabaya, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, nipples ko chhoda.“Yeh perfect hain.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tujhe mere stan pasand hain na?” woh boli, awaaz gandi. “Aaahhh, aur zor se daba.” Woh uske stan goonda, anguthe nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye, uske moans aur zor se. 

“Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, jism kamp raha tha. Maine apna lund sehlana shuru kiya bina jaane kyun, yeh ehsaas naya aur zabardast tha.Yeh maza achha laga, ek gudgudi jo main samajh nahi saka, pehli baar aisa karta hua.

Mera jism Maa ke moans, uske hilte stan, is gande scene pe react kar raha tha, aur main khud se nafrat karta tha par ruk nahi saka.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, frame charkhata hua, mattress Mukesh ki taakat ke neeche moan karta hua. 

Woh ek janwar tha, uske dhakke taakatvar the jab Maa uspe sawar thi, uski kamar usse mil rahi thi. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, control mein, jo unhe pagal kar dein.

Mukesh ne use roka, apna lund bahar nikala, gili awaaz tez thi. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, bistar se utha. “Main tujhe khade khade chodna chahta hoon.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, khade khade?” 

Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz hesitati par excited. “Tu mujhe woh sikha raha hai jo mere pati ne kabhi nahi kiya. Tu kitna ganda hai, Mukesh.”“Ganda wahi hai jo tujhe chahiye, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya. 

“Tera pati ek boring pati hai. Main tujhe dikhata hoon asli mard kaise chodata hai.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tu sahi hai,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Usne mujhe kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. Aaahhh, mujhe aur sikha.”“Aaj tujhe choda jayega jab tak tu use bhool na jaye,” Mukesh ne bola. 

“Tu ab meri randi hai, Rekha.”Usne use table pe le gaya, use jhukne ko kaha aur table pakadne ko. Maa ne maan liya, uski badi gaand upar uthi, haath table ke kinaare pe kase. Mukesh ne apna lund, jo abhi bhi sakht tha, uski chut mein dala, dheere dheere andar gaya.


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“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. Woh chodna shuru kiya, table hilta hua, uski gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti hui. Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha uska lund abhi tak kaise sakht tha—uski size, uski taakat, koi ajeeb baat nahi ki Maa ise pyar karti thi.

“Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, dheere kar,” Maa ne cheekha, awaaz dard se bhari. “Meri chut dukh rahi hai.”“Dukh rahi hai?” woh hasa, awaaz besharam. “Teri chut ko yeh lund pasand hai, Rekha. Ise achhi randi ki tarah le.”


“Aaahhh, main koshish kar rahi hoon,” woh boli. “Yeh itna bada hai, Mukesh. Oooohhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo.”“Meri is badi gaand pe thapki maar sakta hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Tujhe pasand hai jab yeh hilti hai?”



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“Mmm uuhhh, haan, thapki maar,” woh boli, awaaz besharam. “Aaahhh, meri gaand ko apna bana.”Usne uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, goosht hilta hua. Maa ne aur zor se moan kiya, “Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh!” Usne dobara thapki maari, gaand uchalti hui, laal nishaan bante hue. 

“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, randi?” usne poocha. “Aur chahiye?”“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, aur zor se,” woh maangi. “Meri gaand pe thapki maar, Mukesh.”Mujhe nahi pata tha kya mehsoos karna—yeh garam, ganda scene dekhna, mera haath mere lund pe tez chalta hua. 


Papa sochte the Maa wafadaar hai, par woh ek randi thi, uski morality chali gayi, uska jism Mukesh ka tha. Uska muh khula, moan karti hui, aankhein band, us maze mein khoyi jo Papa ke saath kabhi nahi mila. 

Mukesh ne uski gaand pe phir thapki maari, uski aankhon ne uski tight gaand ka ched dekha.Woh excited ho gaya jab usne Maa ka ched dekha, usne thooka, thook sidha Maa ke ched pe gira, aur thook ne Maa ke ched ko chamka diya. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh kya tha?” Maa ne saans li, awaaz shock mein kyunki use nahi pata tha kya uski gaand pe gira.“Apni chut pe focus kar, Rekha,” usne bola, awaaz gandi. “Peeche kya kar raha hoon, usse mat soch.”

“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz kampati hui. Use nahi pata tha ki Mukesh ne uski gaand pe thooka. “Aaahhh, bas mujhe chodta ja.”


Usne apna angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumaya, geeli khaal ko sehlaya, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Rekha, tera ched kitna tight hai,” usne kaha, awaaz gandi.


“Tune kabhi kisi ko isse chhune diya?”

“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” woh boli, awaaz ghabrayi hui. “Aaahhh, Mukesh, tu kya soch raha hai?”

“Soch raha hoon mujhe yeh ched chahiye, itna achha hai,” usne bola, angutha halke se dabaya. “Tujhe pasand hai jab main ise sehlata hoon?”“Mmm uuhhh, mujhe darr lagta hai,” usne maana, jism sakht hua. 


“Par… aaahhh haan haan yeh achha lagta hai jab tu meri gaand ke ched ko sehlaata hai, gudgudi hoti hai.”Main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta hua, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha. 


Papa ki wafadaar biwi chali gayi thi—yeh ek aurat thi jo gandagi mein khoyi thi, uska jism Mukesh ke bina ruke chodne ke neeche hil raha tha.