Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

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. Uski moan lambi thi, ek baar baar “aaahhh uuhhh” jab Mukesh uski chut ko zor se chodata tha, uska mota lund andar bahar, ek taakat ke saath jo chair ko charkhata aur hilata tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti thi, goosht hilta huma, pehle ki thapkiyon ke laal nishaan roshni mein chamakte the. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz randi jaisi, jism kamp raha tha, paseena uske curves pe tapak raha tha. Uski baatein mujhe shock kar rahi thi, har shabd Papa ke saath dhokha. 


“Main teri randi hoon,” usne pehle confess kiya tha, maana tha ki woh Mukesh ke baare mein soch ke khud ko chhuti thi, Papa ke baare mein nahi. Woh Maa jo mujhe “mera pyara beta” kehti thi, mere baal sehlati thi jaise main abhi bhi chhota hoon, woh chali gayi thi. Yeh aurat, jo Mukesh ke lund ke liye maang rahi thi, ek ajnabi thi, uski wafaadari uski besharam pyaas ne mita di thi.


“Rekha, tera gaand ka ched kitna tight hai,” Mukesh ne bola, uska angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumta hua, pehle ke thook se geela, chamakta hua. “Teri chut ko ab double maza mil raha hai, na?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz masti se bhari. “Tera angutha meri gaand pe… yeh jaise aag aur maza ek saath hai. 


Meri chut ko aur zyada mehsoos hota hai. 



paste image host

Oooohhh mmm, yeh bahut intense hai.” “Main har ched ka istemaal karunga, randi,” usne jawab diya, awaaz gandi, angutha uske ched pe halke se dabata hua jabki uska lund uski chut ko chodta raha, khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. 


“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”Kamra garmi aur hawas ke dhundh mein tha—unke paseene ki musky khushboo, chair ka rhythm mein charkhana, Maa ka chamakta jism uske dhakke ke neeche hilta hua. 


Uski poori stan hilte the, gaand uchalti thi, aur chehra maza aur sharam ka mix, aankhein aadhi band, hont har “aaahhh uuhhh” ke saath khule. Mukesh ne haath aage badhaya, uske stan peeche se dabaye, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, anguthe sakht nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye. 


Dheere dheere, usne unhe goonda, pehle halke se, phir zor se, nipples ko ungliyon ke beech dabaya, Maa ko saans lene pe majboor kiya. Uska chehra poora maza tha, muh khula, gaal laal, maathe pe paseene ki chamak, har dabav pe moan aur zor se. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, mere stan,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate. “Aur zor se daba, please.” 


“Tujhe kaun behtar chodata hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz gandi, haath abhi bhi uske stan pe, ungliyaan naram goondh mein. “Main ya tera bechara pati?” 


“Aaahhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz sharam se bhari, jism uske dhakke ke saath hilta hua. “Tu mujhe itna achha chodata hai. Mere pati ne mujhe kabhi aise nahi chhua. 


Oooohhh uuhhh, main kitni gandi biwi hoon, tere lund ke liye tarasti hoon.” “Tu ab meri randi hai,” usne bola, uske nipples ko chhoda, usse cheekh nikli. “Phir se bol, randi.” 


“Mmm uuhhh, main teri randi hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se tooti. “Main bahut gandi hoon, apne pati ke saath dhokha karti hoon, main buri maa aur buri biwi hoon. Aaahhh, par tera lund mujhe apna bana deta hai.” 


Main apna lund pakde raha, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha jab maine use sehlaaya, haath shaft pe upar neeche, ungliyaan kaske pakdi, phir dheeli, garmi badhti hui. Yeh mera pehla baar tha, aur mujhe nahi pata tha main kya kar raha hoon, par meri kamar mein gudgudi addictive thi, Maa ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur uske hilte jism se masturbation ki khoj. 


Yeh sharamnaak tha, apni Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekhna, uske gande confessions mere kaano mein goonj rahe the. Maine koshish ki rukne ki, aankhein band karke, haath ko rokne ki, par uske moans, uski uchalti gaand ne mujhe wapas khincha. 


Maza bahut achha tha, ek manaa hua josh jo mera dil dhadka raha tha. Maine apna lund tez sehlaaya jabki maza mehsoos ho raha tha, angutha tip pe, ungliyaan lambai pe, yeh ehsaas aur mazboot hota gaya, mera gunaah aur bhari. 


Yeh galat tha, Maa ki gandagi se paida hua gunaah, par main resist nahi kar saka, meri masoomiyat uske bure vyavhaar ke saath chali gayi. Mukesh bahar nikla, uska lund uske ras se geela, aur Maa ke haath pakde, use bistar ke paas le gaya. 


“Bistar pe jhuk, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz gandagi se bhari. “Main tujhe ab itna zor se chodunga.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, please ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz thaki hui, taangein kampati hui. 


“Main bahut thak gayi hoon, aur nahi le sakti.” “Thak gayi?” usne hasa, awaaz gandi. “Teri chut tapak rahi hai, randi. Tu is lund ke liye maang rahi hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, main khadi nahi reh sakti,” 


Maa ne moan kiya, jism hilta hua, paseena uski janghon pe tapakta hua. “Meri chut itni dukhti hai, Mukesh, please.” “Bistar pe jhuk ja, phir,” usne bola, use halke se jhukaya, haath bistar ke kinaare pe kase. 


“Main tujhe tab tak chodunga jab tak tu gir na jaye.” Maa ne ek taang bistar pe uthayi, uski chut khuli, chamakti aur khuli, folds gulabi aur chikne. Mukesh uske peeche khada hua, uska lund uske entrance pe chhua, phir dheere dheere andar gaya, inch by inch, use kholte hue.







“Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh! mera pyar, main tujhse itna pyar karti hoon, kaash tu mera pati hota,” Maa ne lambi cheekh ke saath, awaaz maza aur dard se bhari. Uska jism hila, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, paseena uski khaal pe chamakta hua. Woh thaki hui dikh rahi thi, chehra laal, aankhein bhari, saansein tooti hui. 


Do ghante ho chuke the, kamra unke josh se bhara, hawa unki musky khushboo se bhari, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua.“Main tujhe paanch ghante tak chod sakta hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uske dhakke steady, lund gehra ja raha tha. 
“Tere pati ne kabhi itna der tak choda?” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz kamzor, jism kamp raha tha. “Tu ek janwar hai, Mukesh. Aaahhh, main toot rahi hoon.” 


Mujhe Papa ke liye afsos hua, wahan yeh soch ke ki Maa wafadaar hai jabki woh kisi aur se chudne ke liye maang rahi thi. Yeh galat tha, unki shaadi ka dhokha, meri jaani hui family ke baare mein sab kuch. 


Par main confuse tha kyunki saari maayein achhi, pavitra honi chahiye, aisi randi nahi. Uski “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski khushi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, use woh chahiye jo Papa nahi de sakte. 


Main gussa hona chahta tha, usse nafrat karna chahta tha, par meri masoomiyat is soch pe chipki thi ki maayein hamesha achhi hoti hain, buri nahi. Uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi gandi thi, aur yeh meri feelings ko uljha raha tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hil rahi thi, goosht zor se uchal raha tha, Mukesh ke pehle ke thapad ke laal nishaan saaf dikhte the. Usne dobara uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, uska gaal jelly ki tarah hila, ek naya nishaan ubharta hua. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, teri thapkiyan,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz mein dard aur maza mila hua. “Yeh jalti hain, par mujhe pasand hai.” “Tujhe teri gaand pe thapki khana pasand hai, na?” usne poocha, dobara thapki maarte hue, goosht hilta hua. 


“Bata, randi.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mujhe pasand hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. “Yeh itna achha dard deta hai. Aaahhh, phir se maar.” Maa bistar pe chadhi jaise usne kaha, jhuk gayi, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein, ab aur gehra angle. 





Bistar charkhaya, mattress hilta hua, headboard rhythm mein deewar se takrata hua. Ek saath, unka paseena mila, chadar pe tapakta hua, roshni unke jismon ki parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke moans goonj rahe the, Mukesh ke grunts uske rhythm se milte hue. 


Kamra unki hawas se jeevant tha, hawa bhari, khushboo zabardast.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz naram, romantic. “Main thak gayi hoon, mere pyar. Please.” 


“Jab teri chut itni geeli hai tab ruk jaun?” Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Tu mujhe chodti rahegi, Rekha? Is lund ke liye chhup chhup ke aayegi?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mera pyar,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main tujhe chodti rahungi, Mukesh. Aaahhh, par please, mujhe break chahiye.” Mukesh aur gehra gaya, uska lund uske core tak, uske moans aur tez. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund meri kokh mein hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate, jism aur zor se hilta hua. 


“Yeh bahut gehra hai, main handle nahi kar sakti.” “Yahan meri jagah hai, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya, kamar aur zor se takrati hui. “Tera pati yahan kabhi nahi pahuncha.” 







Usne dobara uske gaand ke ched pe thooka, thook tight ring pe tapka, aur anguthe se uske chaaron taraf ghumaya, phir dheere se andar dala, resistance ke baad. 


Maa ne notice nahi kiya, uska focus uski chut ke maze pe tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans sab kuch daba rahe the. Mukesh hairaan laga, uska angutha poora uske gaand ke ched mein, tight goosht use pakde hue. 


“Yeh mehsoos kiya, Rekha?” usne chheda, awaaz mazaak mein, lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Aaahhh uuhhh, kya?” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz behoshi mein, kamar hilti hui. 


“Mera angutha teri gaand ke ched mein hai,” usne bola, use halka sa hilaya. “Tune notice bhi nahi kiya, na?” “Mmm uuhhh, nahi, maine nahi kiya, meri chut ka ehsaas itna zabardast hai aaahhhh,” woh saans li, awaaz shock mein. 


“Aaahhh, ab mehsoos ho raha hai. Meri chut ka pressure itna tha, mujhe pata nahi chala. Oooohhh uuhhh, main nahi maan sakti tune apni ungli meri gaand ke ched mein daal di.” 


“Tu perfect randi hai,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uska lund bina ruke, angutha uske gaand ke ched mein hilta hua. “Mera lund aur angutha ek randi ki tarah le rahi hai.” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, tu bahut achha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski taareef karti hui, awaaz tooti. “Par please, ruk ja, main bahut thak gayi hoon.” Main apna lund upar neeche sehla raha tha, haath kaske pakda, shaft pe sarka, tip pe precum se geela. Ab mujhe pata tha kaise karna hai, par mujhe nahi pata tha yeh masturbation hai. 


Yeh galat tha, ek gunaah jo Maa ke dhokhe ki nakal tha. Uska bura vyavhaar mujhe affect kar raha tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans mujhe uski gandi duniya mein kheench rahe the. 


Maine maana yeh galat tha, jaise uska dhokha, par main uska lead follow kiya, haath tez chalta raha, yeh ehsaas badhta gaya, ek gudgudi wali garmi jo main resist nahi kar saka. 


“Let ja, Rekha, mujhe dekh,” Mukesh ne hukum diya, awaaz hawas se bhari. “Mujhe teri aankhein chahiye jab main tujhe chodu.” “Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, mera pyar,” Maa ne moan kiya, kamzor aur haanfte hue, peeth pe let gayi, taangein kampati hui. 


Mukesh ne bina ruke apna lund uski chut mein dhakela, ek dum ka dhakka usse jhatka de gaya. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh!” woh cheekhi, awaaz kachi, jism hilta hua. “Bol tu mujhse pyar karti hai, Rekha,” usne bola, dhakke tez, bistar zor se charkhata hua. “Bol taaki main jhad sakoon.” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate, thakan saaf. “Jhad ja, please, main bahut thak gayi hoon, mera pyar.” 


Main usse nafrat karta tha ki woh uski baat maan rahi thi, uski randi ban rahi thi, uske hukum ko puppet ki tarah follow kar rahi thi. Mukesh ke dhakke tezi se badhe, uska lund uski chut mein zor se, bistar hilta hua, headboard aur zor se takrata hua. 


Uski saansein tooti hui, muscles sakht, chehra maza se bighda hua. “Rekha, main jhadne wala hoon,” usne bola, awaaz tani hui. “Tujhe apne pet pe chahiye?” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, mere pet pe jhad ja,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz urgent. “Please, Mukesh, kar de.” “Tujhe paint karne wala hoon, randi,” usne bola, dhakke beqabu. 


“Bol mujhe tera pani chahiye.” “Mmm uuhhh, mujhe chahiye, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein maangti hui. “Mujh pe jhad ja, please. Aaahhh, mujhe tera finish chahiye.” Usne ek aakhri, gehra dhakka diya, phir bahar nikala, uska lund pulsate karta hua jab usne apna pani uske pet pe chhoda. 


Gadhha, safed ropes bahar nikle, uski khaal pe coat kiya, nabhi mein jama hua, roshni mein chamakta hua. “Rekha!” usne moan kiya, jism kampata hua, haath uske lund ko har boond ke liye sehla raha tha, pani uske sides pe chadar pe tapakta hua. 

Maa wahan leti thi, haanfte hue, jism paseene se geela, chut abhi bhi khuli, chehra thakan aur rahat ka mix. 





Main apna lund tez sehla raha tha, haath geela, yeh ehsaas zabardast. Maine apna pehla pani apne haath pe chhoda, garam liquid mujhe hairaan karta hua, ek maza ka josh jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. 


Yeh kamaal ka laga, ek gudgudi wali rahat jo mujhe kamzor kar gaya, par mujhe pata tha yeh galat tha, maine sabse bura tareeka seekha masturbation ka Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekh ke. 


Gunaah bhari tha, meri masoomiyat uske dhokhe aur mere apne kaam se toot gayi thi. Mukesh uske bagal mein gir gaya, seena haanfta hua, aur Maa uske side mein simat gayi, uske seene ko dheere se chuma, hont wahan ruke. 


“Aaahhh, Mukesh, yeh meri zindagi ka sabse acha sex tha,” woh phusphusaayi, awaaz naram aur romantic. “Mera pati tere muqable kuch bhi nahi. Usne mujhe kabhi aise nahi choda, kabhi zinda mehsoos nahi karaya.” 


“Tu meri perfect randi hai, Rekha,” usne jawab diya, haath uske baalon ko sehla raha tha. “Teri chut meri hai, hamesha rahegi.” “Mmm, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main teri hoon, Mukesh. Mera pati mujhe deserve nahi karta.” “Tu mujhe yeh chut deti rahegi?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Har raat, Rekha?” “Haan, mera pyar,” woh phusphusaayi, dobara use chumte hue. 


“Main ruk nahi sakti. Tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya.” Main kamzor mehsoos kar raha tha, masturbation ke baad jism kharch hua, haath mere apne pani se chipchipa. 


Main apne kamre mein ladkhadaya, bistar pe gir gaya, meri feelings uljhi hui—gussa Maa ke dhokhe pe, gunaah mere apne kaam pe, confusion uski khushi pe. Woh ek achhi maa honi chahiye thi, par woh ek randi thi, aur main uske gunaah mein uska saath de gaya.

 
Main thak ke so gaya, par dopahar 3 baje Maa ki cheekhon se uth gaya. “Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!” woh chillayi, awaaz flat mein goonj rahi thi.


 “Mukesh, aur nahi, dard ho raha hai! Aaaaahhhh uuuuuuhhh nahi Mukesh mera pyar please nahi yeh dard karta hai aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh please ruk ja ooooohhhh.” 


“Yeh hamara chautha round hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz maghroor. “Tu ab bhi le rahi hai, randi.” Main dheere se keyhole pe gaya, par parde band ho gaye the, kamra chhupa hua tha. 


“Please, Mukesh, ruk ja!” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti hui. “Yeh bahut zyada hai, main nahi le sakti!” Main shock mein tha, samajh gaya maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina unbelievable thi. 


Uski dard bhari cheekhein—“Nahi, please, yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi. Main nahi dekh saka kyunki andar ka nazara nahi dikha. 


Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, haath ab aadat se chalta hua, yeh ehsaas ab jaana pehchaana par phir bhi galat. Mujhe gunaah mehsoos hua, par ab mujhe pata tha kaise masturbate karna hai, Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha, mera jism maze ke liye addict ho gaya tha bhale hi sharam thi.