Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Bedroom ki hawa tanav se bhari thi, Mom ki saansein Mukesh ki zalim hasi ke khilaf tez aur teekhi thi. Usne uski laal dress phaad di thi, use uske bra aur kaali panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha, uska jism bistar par kaanp raha tha. Uske haath sakht the, uske boobs ko dabate hue, uski gaand par zor se thappad maarte hue, ek loud crack ke saath, use ek toy ki tarah treat kar raha tha bina kisi empathy ke.Meri trousers meri ankles ke ird-gird thi, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya, mera lund sakht jab main hilata tha, mere chehre par ek twisted smile. 


Mukesh ke Anil ko maarne ke dhamki—car crash, office fire—mere dimaag mein goonj rahi thi, thandi par thrilling, uski seriousness meri excitement ko bhar rahi thi. Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Anil ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehna, abhi bhi chubh rahe the, par uski degradation ka nazara meri shock ko daba raha tha.


Mukesh ne uske baal pakde, use thoda upar kheech, phir aage dhakela, use bistar par jhukaya, uski badi gaand upar, kaali panties kas ke chipki hui. Uske haath chadar ko pakde, uska chehra mattress mein dabaya, uski aankhein geeli par koi aansu nahi gir rahe. “Apni gaand ka chhed faila, Rekha,” usne gurraya, uski awaaz dheemi, hukum dene wali. “Main us gande chhed ka use karunga jisse tu potty karti hai, use mera banaunga.” 

Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism tanavpurna.“Mujhse aise baat mat kar, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uska sar thoda muda. “Yeh ganda hai, please, bas ruk ja.” Usne hasa, uska haath phir uski gaand par thappad maara, awaaz teekhi. “Ganda? Woh chhed mere lund ke liye perfect hai. Faila, randi, nahi toh main khud kholunga.” Mom ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chadar ko kas ke pakdi. “Tu kya karne wala hai, Mukesh?” usne pucha, uski awaaz darr aur virodh se kaanpti. 


“Bas mujhe bata.” “Main tujhe poora lunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski panties uski thighs tak kheech di. “Tera gaand ka chhed wahan hai jahan main tujhe own karta hoon, Rekha. Iske baad Anil ke paas wapas nahi ja sakti.”Uska jism kaanp gaya, par usne peeche hath badhaya, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne apni gaand ke cheeks ko alag kiya, uska gaand ka chhed dikha, tight, pink, uski nervousness se paseene se chamakta hua. Mukesh neeche jhuka, uska chehra paas, aur main dekhta raha, mera lund dhadakta hua, jab usne apne hont uske gaand ka chhed par dabaye, zor se chusa, uski jeebh us par flick karti hui. 


Woh use humiliate kar raha tha, use apna mark kar raha tha, yeh act use arouse karne ke liye bana tha jabki uski spirit toot rahi thi. Uska jism tanavpurna, ek dheemi moan nikli despite uske virodh ke.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne moan ke beech gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gaand ka chhed mat chaat, please. Yeh bahut zyada hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai agar tu nishaan chhod dega.” Usne peeche hata, uske hont geele, uske chehre par ek grin. 


“Bahut zyada? Tu randi ki tarah moan kar rahi hai, Rekha. Mujhe tera gaand ka chhed pasand hai—yeh tight hai, mera hai, dikhata hai tu meri randi se zyada kuch nahi.” “Main tujhe nahi chahti,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par sthir, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Main yeh us video ki wajah se kar rahi hoon, kyunki tu mujhe majboor kar raha hai. Woh panties, woh dress—mera koi choice nahi tha.” Mukesh hasa, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed ko chhuti, use flinch karati hui. “Phir dikhawa? Tune mere kharide panties pehne, mere lund ke liye dolled up hui. 

Agar tu mujhe nahi chahti, tera gaand ka chhed kyun twitch kar raha hai, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?”“Aaaahhh ooooohhhh main nahi,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uski aankhein chamakti hui. “Mujhe tere liye koi feelings nahi, Mukesh. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye.” “Toh tu kyun moan kar rahi hai?” usne jhatke se kaha, uska haath uski gaand par thappad maarta hua. “Teri chut geeli hai, tera gaand ka chhed mujhe maang raha hai. Jhooth bolna band kar, randi.”


Mom ke haathon ne uski gaand ke cheeks ko aur failaya, uska gaand ka chhed khulta hua, itna wide ki yeh unnatural laga, pink flesh kaanp raha tha. Yeh ishara tha ki woh haar rahi thi, uska jism uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha. Maine use ek baar bathroom mein dekha tha, der raat, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed mein probe karti hui, moan karti hui jab woh masturbate karti thi, ek secret craving jo woh chhupati thi.







Ab, Mukesh ke liye khud ko failate hue, uski moans tez, uski kamar hilti hui, dikhaya woh isse pyar karti thi, despite uske inkaar ke. Uska inkaar ek front tha, uska jism desire ke liye chillata hua, wahi thirst jo maine dekha tha use poora kholne ke liye. “Tere gaand ka chhed se paseene ki smell aati hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, paas jhukta hua, gehri saans lete hue. “Yeh sab darr, haan? Isse aur behtar banata hai, dikhata hai tu isse kitna feel kar rahi hai.”


“Yeh saaf hai,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz defensive, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Maine sure kiya, Mukesh. Tu mat soch main gandi hoon.” Usne grin kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed par dabayi. “Kya yeh saaf hai, Rekha? Tu sochti hai tera gaand ka chhed meri jeebh, mere lund ke liye kaafi saaf hai?”


“Hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine subah khud ko saaf kiya, tere liye. Ise aur bura mat kar.” “Bura?” usne mazak kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed ke ird-gird ghoomti hui. “Tu ise wide faila rahi hai, randi. Agar yeh saaf hai, toh mere chodne ke liye taiyaar hai.” Main wahan khada tha, mera lund dhadakta hua, par disgust mujhe zor se laga.


Mukesh ka uske gaand ka chhed par obsession, use chaatna, sunghna, sickening tha. Woh chhed potty ke liye tha, chaatne ke liye nahi—iska purpose waste tha, pleasure nahi. Main yeh kabhi nahi kar sakta, kisi aurat ke saath nahi, shayad ek din main samajh jaunga kyun woh uska gaand ka chhed chaat raha tha par abhi ke liye main yeh nahi kar sakta. 


Ek aurat ke gaand ka chhed par muh rakhne ka khayal, paseena ya isse bura taste karna, mera pet murch gaya, hygiene ke darr aur moral repulsion ka mix meri arousal se takra raha tha. Yeh bahut ganda, bahut galat tha, par itna acha line jo main kabhi cross nahi karunga, even jab main Mom ki degradation ko twisted thrill ke saath dekhta tha.Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting. “Tujhe woh raat yaad hai ek mahina pehle, Rekha? Tu mera naam chillayi, aur maang rahi thi. Tu sochti hai Anil ne kabhi tujhe aisa feel karaya?” 


Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Woh ek galti thi, Mukesh. Main soch nahi rahi thi. Main woh aurat ab nahi hoon.”“Oh, tu hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui. “Tu abhi bhi woh randi hai jisne mere liye apni taangein failayi, mujhe uski chut aur gaand ka chhed condom ke bina chodne diya. Tu ab yahan hai, mere gifts pehen rahi hai, aur ke liye taiyaar.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui. 


“Main apna parivaar bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Tu sab kuch twist kar raha hai, mujhe lagta hai main control kho rahi hoon.”“Yahi baat hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Main control le raha hoon, Rekha. Teri zindagi, tera jism—ab mera hai. Anil picture se bahar hai, aur jaldi hi tu mujhe rehne ke liye bheekh maangegi.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main Anil ko kabhi nahi chhodungi. Tu mujhe majboor nahi kar sakta.”


Mukesh khada hua, apni jeans neeche kheech, uska sakht lund bahar nikla. “Mera lund choos, Rekha,” usne kaha, uske baal pakad kar use seedha kheech. “Ise geela kar us gande chhed ke liye pehle main tera ganda chhed chodunga.” Mom ki aankhein chhoti hui, uski awaaz teekhi. 


“Aisa mat bol, Mukesh. Yeh degrading hai, aisi baat karna band kar.”Usne grin kiya, use paas kheech. “Yeh sach hai, randi. Woh chhed mera hai, aur tujhe yeh pasand aayega.” Main shocked tha jab Mom tezi se mudi, koi hesitation nahi, uske haath uske lund ko pakde, tezi se hilate hue, uski ungliyan tight. Jaise woh eager thi, bechain use please karne ke liye, shayad ise jaldi khatam karne ke liye. Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath dheema, uski speed se stunned despite uski bheekh ke.


“Dekh tujhe, tu gandi randi,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Mere lund ka swaad lene ke liye wait nahi kar sakti, haan?” Mom ne jawab nahi diya, uski aankhein us par locked, uska chehra flushed jab woh kneel kiya, uske hont uske lund ke tip ko chhute. Usne choosna shuru kiya, pehle dheere, uski jeebh head ke ird-gird ghoomti hui, uske hont tight wrap karte hue.








Woh neeche gayi, inch by inch, use adha liya, uska muh stretch hota hua, gaal hollow hote hue. 


Awaazein tez thi—geeli, slurping awaazein, uske hont smack karte hue, thook uski chin se tapakta hua. Woh yeh use appease karne ke liye kar rahi thi, Anil ko bachane ke liye, par uski fluttering aankhein, uske thighs par sthir haath, mujhe laga woh swaad pasand kar rahi thi, uski enthusiasm uske bathroom moans ko mirror karti hui.Mukesh ne uske sar ke peeche pakda, uski ungliyan uske baalon mein uljhi, dheere par sthir dhakel raha tha. 



“Fuck, tu ismein achhi hai, randi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz praise aur cruelty ka mix. “Tujhe mera lund pasand hai, na? Anil ke pathetic lund se behtar? Tu ise randi ki tarah choos rahi hai, iska sapna teri chut mein dekh rahi hai? Mujhe pata hai tujhe mera lund pasand hai.”Mom ne jawab nahi diya, bas uski taraf dekha, uski aankhein chhoti, geeli, uske hont abhi bhi uske lund ke ird-gird, slurping aur tez. Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilne laga, mera shock dheema pada jab maine uski intensity dekhi—uski jeebh kaam kar rahi thi, hont tight, uske lund ka swaad lene ke bawajood uski chuppi, uski secret desire saaf.


“Uth,” Mukesh ne kaha, use door kheech, thook uske honton se latak raha tha. “Deewar ke sahare khadi ho, ghum.” Mom khadi hui, apna muh pounchti hui, deewar ki taraf chali. “Mukesh, please, bas meri chut chod,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Mera gaand ka chhed pichli baar se bahut dheela hai, dard hota hai. Anil notice kar sakta hai.”


“Nahi, randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, use ghumate hue. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera hai. Yeh mere liye kaafi tight hai, aur main ise chahta hoon.” Usne sar hila, haath deewar par. “Please, Mukesh, kuch hafte wait kar. Ise tight hone ke liye time chahiye. Meri chut taiyaar hai, bas uska use kar.” Usne uski gaand par zor se thappad maara, awaaz goonji, uske cheeks jiggle kiye.“Tera gaand ka chhed perfect hai, Rekha. Main ise chodunga tujhe tootne ke liye, mujhe koi aur chhed nahi chahiye, mujhe bas tera gaand ka chhed chahiye.” Uske haathon ne uske cheeks pakde, unke size, unki softness ki tareef ki. 


Mom ka jism tanavpurna, par phir usne peeche hath badhaya, apni gaand ke cheeks khud failaye, uska gaand ka chhed winking khulta hua.Mukesh ne grin kiya. “Good girl, itni obedient. Dekh us chhed ko, mere liye taiyaar.” Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi hui, phir taunting. “Tujhe pata hai main kyun wapas aata hoon, Rekha? Tu bas ek chudai nahi hai. Tu meri trophy hai, Anil ko dikhane ka mera tareeka ki woh kuch nahi hai. Main tujhe uske ghar mein, uske bistar par own karunga.”


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Tu obsessed hai, Mukesh. Tu sochta hai yeh tujhe aadmi banata hai? Meri zindagi barbaad karke, Anil ko dhamki dekar?” “Banata hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski kamar ko chhuti hui. “Har baar jab tu mere liye moan karti hai, tu apne pati ki zindagi par thook rahi hai aur apni shaadi par vomit kar rahi hai. Tu meri hai, aur woh jaldi chala jayega—shayad ek girna, shayad ek aag.”


“Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi. Tu bimaar hai.” Usne apne aap ko position kiya, apna lund jaldi se uske gaand ka chhed ki taraf guide karta hua. Uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein aasani se ghus gaya kyunki woh dheela tha, usne do baar andar bahar kiya.







Par phir, usne nikala aur zor se phir dhakela, Mom ne gasp kiya, ek teekha “Ouch!” jab woh aage lurched, uska gaand ka chhed clench karke band ho gaya, uske forceful attempt ko block karta hua.


“Dheere ja, Mukesh!” usne gusse se chillaya, dard mein. “Tu mujhe chot pahuncha raha hai, harami. Mera gaand ka chhed aise nahi le sakta.” Mukesh hasa, uska lund haath mein. “Yahi best tareeka hai, randi. Ek quick push tujhe pura khol deta hai. Tujhe yeh pasand aayega jab main andar hoon.” “Nahi,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Yeh bahut dard deta hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai. Main khud guide karungi, taaki yeh tear na ho.”


Mukesh ki aankhein chamki, grin karta hua. “Oh, tu gandi randi, mera lund apne gaand ka chhed mein khud guide kar rahi hai? Tu ekdam randi hai.” Usne peeche hata, use control dene diya, uski awaaz cruelly gleeful. Mom ne peeche hath badhaya, uske lund ko hilaya, uski ungliyan tight.


“Tu ek bimaar fucker hai, Mukesh,” usne mutter kiya, uski taraf mudte hue.Woh kneel kiya, uske lund ko thodi der choosa, uske hont geele, phir us par thooka, thook neeche tapakta hua. Main stunned tha, mera haath sthir, sochta hua kyun woh yeh khud kar rahi thi—kya dard ko control karne ke liye, yeh prove karne ke liye ki woh uski randi nahi, ya kyunki woh isse crave kar rahi thi? Usne thook ko uske lund par ragda, wapas mudi, uski gaand upar, aur uske lund ko apne gaand ka chhed par guide karna shuru kiya, dheere aur deliberately.Uska gaand ka chhed thoda khula, pink flesh stretch hota hua jab usne tip ko uske khilaf dabaya, dheere se moan karti hui, uski kamar hilti hui. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tu perfect kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari. “Woh chhed mere liye khul raha hai jaise ek achhi randi.” Usne guide karna jari rakha, uska haath sthir, tip andar sarka, uski moan tez. Uska gaand ka chhed aur wide khula, inch by inch, jab woh peeche dhakeli, slick thook ise slide mein help karta hua. Mukesh ne uski badi gaand pakdi, uski ungliyan dug in, par usne use roka. “Ssshhh ooohhh Mukeeeesshhh ooohhhh please,, aaahhh Dhakel mat,” usne kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Main khud kar rahi hoon. Main tera forceful nahi le sakti.”


“Theek hai, tu gandi randi,” usne kaha, obey karta hua par grin karta hua. “Tera gaand ka chhed itna juicy hai, itna sloppy. Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?” Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilta hua, realize karta hua Mom apne gaand ka chhed se masturbate kar rahi thi uske lund se, jaise bathroom mein, uski ungliyan uski gaand mein gehri, moan karti hui jab woh apni secret thirst satisfy karti thi. Uski harkatein deliberately thi, uski kamar rocking, uski moans tez jab usne uske lund ko aur gehra guide kiya, poora length uske gaand ka chhed mein sarka.Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, shocked. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tune sab le liya,” usne kaha, stunned. “Tu mujhe socha se bhi badi randi hai. Tu ismein itni achhi kyun hai?” “Main randi nahi hoon,” usne gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab woh hili. “Aaahhh ooohhhhhh aaaaiiiiii Bas meri gaand ka chhed jaldi chod aur ja, Mukesh. Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.”







“Tu isse pyar karti hai, na?” usne zor diya, uske haath uski kamar par, aage peeche harkat karte hue, pehle dheere. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera lund choos raha hai. Admit kar, tujhe yeh pasand hai ki main tera gaand ka chhed kaise chod raha hoon.” “Nahi, aahh hhh aahhh sshh oohh Mukesh mukeshh aaahhhh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski moans usse dhoka de rahi thi. “Main yeh apne parivaar ke liye kar rahi hoon, us video ko safe rakhne ke liye aaahhhhhh oooohhhhh. 


Bas khatam kar, Mukesh.” Main shocked tha, Mukesh ki tarah, mera lund dhadakta hua jab maine use uske lund ko poora andar guide karte dekha, uska gaand ka chhed clench aur release karta hua, uski moans kacchi. Uski bathroom anal masturbation mere dimaag mein flash hui—usne isse craved kiya tha, uski secret desire expose hui jab woh khud uske lund par chud rahi thi. 


Mukesh ke thrusts tez hue, uske haath uski badi gaand ko pakde, kamra uske gaand ka chhed ke geele, sloppy awaazon aur uski moans se bhar gaya, mera haath rhythm mein hilta hua, hamare plan ki gandi reality mein kho gaya