28-08-2025, 11:49 PM
Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Dad ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehte hue jab Mukesh ne use aisa kehne ko kaha, mujhe shock kiya, par uski degradation meri shock ko daba di. Usne uske lund ko poora uske gaand ka chhed mein guide kiya tha, moan karti hui jab woh isse masturbate kar rahi thi, uski secret bathroom anal cravings expose hui, uska gaand ka chhed uske khud ke haathon se wide stretch hua.
Mukesh ne uski kamar pakdi, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra dhansa hua, uske cheeks failaye hue jab usne use guide kiya, uski moans kacchi aur rhythmic. “Rekha, tu ise itna achha le rahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting, dheere se apna sawaal puchta hua. “Kya main tujhe ab aur zor se chod sakta hoon? Us sweet gaand ka chhed ko aise pound karoon jaise tu deserve karti hai?”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uske haath sthir jab usne uske lund ko guide kiya, dheere aur deliberately.
“Bahut zor se nahi, harami,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz dard aur frustration se teekhi, uske shabd uske relentless pressure ka jawab. “Yeh pehle se hi sore hai, Mukesh. Dheere ja, nahi toh main itni zor se chillaungi ki padosi sun lenge.”Usne grin kiya, uske haath uski kamar par tight, uske thrusts dheere par sthir.
“Tu sure hai iske bare mein? Sunai deta hai tujhe yeh enjoy ho raha hai,” usne kaha, uska sur uski comfort check karne ke liye naram hua. “Aise, meri jaan? Mera lund tujhe stretch karta hua acha lagta hai, na?” “Yeh… bearable hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski moan nikal gayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh guide karti rahi. “Bas ise zor se mat chod, dheere ja, tu bimaar fucker. Main yeh us video ke liye kar rahi hoon jo tune mere pati Anil se chhupane ke liye banaya, nahi kyunki mujhe tera damn lund chahiye.”Mukesh hasa, uska lund andar bahar sarka, uska gaand ka chhed har move ke saath stretch hota hua. “Bearable? Teri moans kuch aur kahani kehti hain, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur gehra probe karne ke liye shift hui. “Andar sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe pasand hai mera lund teri gaand ko kaise bhar raha hai, na?”
“Fuck you, Mukesh,” Mom ne gasp kiya, uska frustration dard aur uske taunting se ubal raha tha, uske gande shabd uske control ke khilaf ek shield. Maine nahi maana meri mom “fuck” jaise shabd use karti thi, maine use kabhi aise shabd kehte nahi suna, woh ek pure aurat thi.Par ab woh ek randi hai jo aise shabd bolna pasand karti hai kyunki Mukesh ne use aisa sikhaya. “Bas kar aur nikal ja meri pati Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.” “Tu itna achha hold kar rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur lagbhag naram, ek naye taunt mein shift hota hua.
“Par chalo, tere bare mein baat karte hain. Tu torn hai, na? Perfect patni banne ka dikhawa, par yahan tu mere liye moan kar rahi hai. Kyun lad rahi hai isse?”Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main torn nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uska sur defiant par kaanpta. “Mujhe Anil, mera pati, se pyar hai. Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, hamara parivaar saath rakhne ke liye. Tu mujhe toot raha hai, Mukesh, apni dhamkiyon aur us damn video se.” “Tujhe toot raha hoon?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui.
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“Main bas tujhe dikha raha hoon tu asal mein kya hai. Tu us raat ek mahina pehle door ja sakti thi, par tune mere lund ke liye bheekh maangi. Tu yeh zindagi chahti hai, Rekha, nahi woh jo tere boring pati ke saath hai.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui, uske haath abhi bhi uske lund ko guide karte hue.
“Maine tab galti ki. Main ab woh aurat nahi hoon. Main ek achhi maa aur patni hoon. Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi.”Maine apne shorts ke saath fumble kiya, aakhir mein mera lund bahar nikala, tezi se hilata hua. Maine pehle yeh nahi kiya tha, Mom ke tezi se choosne aur uske lund ko guide karne se zyada shocked, meri hesitation disgust aur thrill ke mix mein rooted jo mujhe rok rahi thi.
Ab, uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ke ird-gird stretch hua, uski kacchi moans kamre ko bhar rahi thi, mujhe edge par dhakel diya, mera haath uski degradation ke rhythm mein hilta hua.Mukesh ke thrusts aur sakht hue, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, geele, sloppy awaazein aur tez. Woh use poori tarah dominate karne ke liye zor se chod raha tha, uski resistance ko tootne ke liye, jaanta hua uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ko crave karta tha despite uske shabdon ke. Uska gaand ka chhed aur elastic ho raha tha, har thrust ke saath wide stretch hota hua, ab tight nahi uske relentless pounding aur uske khud ke anal masturbation se jo maine bathroom mein dekha tha.
Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed kabhi tight nahi hoga—uski frequent anal play, ab Mukesh ke rough chodne se intensified, ne ise permanently dheela kar diya tha, uski hidden desires ka permanent mark. “Tu ismein bahut achhi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari, ek naye boast mein smoothly shift hota hua. “Yeh teri gaand, mohalle mein best hai, tujhe pata hai? Badi aur round, bazaar mein har aadmi ghoorta hai. Main woh lucky harami hoon jo ise chod raha hai.
”Mom ki moan ruk gayi, uski awaaz strained. “Ah ah ah ahaaaahh oooh! Aise mat bol,” usne kaha, uska sur defensive. “Bas khatam kar, Mukesh. Main teri trophy nahi hoon ooooh oohh yessss.” Main tezi se hila, sochta hua kitna lucky tha Mukesh. Mom ki gaand hamare mohalle mein legendary thi—full, firm, woh tarah ki jo mardon ko whisper aur stare karati thi, shape aur allure ka ek rare combination.
Mom jaisi sweet gaand ka chhed mushkil se milta tha; kam auraton mein uske curves the, aur usse bhi kam aise chodne deti thi. Mukesh ko yeh aasani se mila, uske blackmail video aur Mom ke secret cravings ne use bina kisi chase ke haath mein de diya. “Tu isse chhupa nahi sakti, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske thrusts sthir, uski fat gaand har slam ke saath hilti hui, flesh uske hips ke force se ripple karta hua.
“Tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai? Tere gaand ka chhed mein sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”“Haan aahh haan haan yeh acha lagta hai oooohhh,” Mom ne admit kiya, uski awaaz shame aur pleasure ka mix, uski moans tez, us pal mein khud ko kho rahi thi. “Yeh acha lagta hai, theek hai? Par jaldi khatam kar, Mukesh, Anil ke sunne se pehle.”
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“Mujhe bata kitna acha,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz gandi, use aur aage dhakel raha tha. “Teri gaand mera lund kha rahi hai, Rekha. Tu ise aur gehra chahti hai, na? Bol, tu gandi randi.” “Fuck, yeh kaafi gehra hai, meri gaand ka chhed mein gehra aur mujhe itna moan karati hai,” Mom ne kaha, uske shabd uske saath match karne ke liye gande, bechain use khatam karne aur is ordeal ko end karne ke liye. “Bas andar spill kar de, Mukesh, aur nikal ja. Please meri gaand ka chhed mein apna doodh spill kar de.”
“Mujhe parwah nahi agar tu ise khatam karna chahti hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Yeh gaand itni perfect hai ki jaldi nahi kar sakta.” Uski gaand aur zor se hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath jiggle karte hue, uske jism ka response uske lund ke relentless rhythm se driven.Main sthir ho gaya, mera haath dheema, jab front door click karke khula. Dad ghar aa gaya tha—jaldi, bina bataye. Maine notice nahi kiya, bedroom, Mom ki moans, aur Mukesh ke thrusts mein itna khoya hua tha, mera lund bahar aur mera dimaag kho gaya.
Shock mujhe wave ki tarah laga, mera dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab main bedroom ke paas closet mein chhupne ke liye scramble kiya taaki dad mujhe na dekhe ki main kaisa beta hoon jo apni mom ko chudte dekh raha hoon, andar sarka, darwaze ka crack mujhe view deta hua. Andhera aur angle Dad ke liye mujhe dekhna mushkil banata tha, closet ek shadowed corner mein tucked jo woh glance ke bina pass karta.
“Rekha, jaan, main ghar aa gaya!” Dad ne sitting room se pukara, uski awaaz cheerful par thaki hui. Usne phir pukara, phir se, koi jawab nahi, uske kadam paas aate hue. Bechara Dad nahi jaanta tha uski patni ko uske apne bedroom mein gaand mein choda ja raha tha, uski moans muffled par tez hoti ja rahi thi.Mujhe pata tha agar Dad ko pata chala toh unka divorce ho jayega—Mom ka dhoka use toot dega, koi wapas ka rasta nahi.
Par mujhe parwah nahi thi, meri twisted thrill mujhe Mom ke saath Mukesh ke saath chahti thi, uska us par dominance meri dark desire ko bhar raha tha. Mom ki tez moans Dad tak pahunchi, use confuse karti hui—uski awaaz kacchi, sexual thi, uske usual awaazon se alag. Woh bedroom ke paas aaya, uske kadam bhari. “Ooh haan, meri gaand chod, Mukesh,” Mom ki awaaz darwaze se saaf goonji, uska control pleasure mein chala gaya. Bedroom locked tha, Mom ko bhi nahi pata tha Dad aaspaas tha, Mukesh ko bhi nahi.
Dad ruk gaya, uski awaaz teekhi. “Rekha? Wahan kya ho raha hai?”Silence chhaya, Mom panic mein sthir, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra. “Rekha, jawab de!” usne pukara, darwaze par knock karta hua. Main shocked tha, lagbhag has raha tha, mera haath wapas mere lund par, dheere hilta hua, main abhi bhi masturbate kar raha tha jabki monitor kar raha tha kya ho raha hai. Mom ko careful hona tha, Dad doosri taraf inches door tha, unke beech bas ek darwaza, uski shaadi us darwaze par latki hui thi.
Maine apni position closet mein adjust ki, crack se jhaankta hua, angle perfect tha bedroom dekhne ke liye par Dad ke view se chhupa, darwaze ka saya mujhe cover karta hua. Andar, Mom darwaze ke paas khadi thi, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein, uske dheere thrusts mushkil se rukte hue, uska jism kaanp raha tha.“Rekha, tu kya kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, aur zor se knock karta hua, uski awaaz tense.
“Maine tujhe moan karte suna. Kya ho raha hai?” Mom ne stammer kiya, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke thrusts uski saans ko rukwa rahe the. “Anil, honey, main… main bas kuch dekh rahi hoon,” usne kaha, ek excuse ke liye grasp karti hui. “Mujhe nahi pata tha tu andar aaya, mujhe maaf kar.”“Kuch dekh rahi hai?” Dad ki awaaz teekhi hui, suspicion creep karta hua.
“Aise moan kar rahi hai? Kya tu phir porn dekh rahi hai, Rekha?” “Haan,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz strained jab Mukesh harta raha. “Yeh bas ek video hai, Anil. Mujhe nahi pata tha tu jaldi ghar aayega.” Dad ka sur sakht hua, gussa badhta hua. “Porn? Sach mein, Rekha? Tujhe kya ho gaya hai? Tu koi… gandi aurat ban rahi hai, hamesha yeh porn dekhne ka attitude. Tujhe kya ho gaya hai?”“Aisa nahi hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke dheere thrusts uske shabd uneven banate hue.
“Main bas… ek pal akele chahiye tha, Anil. Maaf kar, yeh woh nahi hai jo tu soch raha hai.” “Toh tu ‘Mukesh’ kyun chilla rahi thi?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz tez, confused. “Maine suna, Rekha. Mujhse jhooth mat bol.”Silence stretch hua, Mom ka panic saaf jab Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein raha, uske dheere thrusts relentless. Main dekhta raha, unki riskiness se shocked, Mom ne Mukesh ko rukne ka ishara kiya ek frantic hand wave se, apne right hand se peeche uska lund nikaalne ki koshish karti hui, par Mukesh ne uski wrist pakdi, use andar rakha, chupke se grin karta hua. Yeh astonishing tha—Mom ka gaand ka chhed mein chudna jab Dad bahar khada tha, clueless, uski shaadi khatre mein. “Anil, yeh… laptop tha,”
Mom ne aakhir mein kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, ek jhooth ke liye grasp karti hui. “Video mein ek naam tha, Mukesh, bas yahi tha.”“Tu ek video se aise moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, skeptical. “Aur teri awaaz, Rekha, yeh aisi kyun hai? Tu… ajeeb lag rahi hai, jaise tu khud nahi hai.” “Main bas… caught up hoon,” usne kaha, ek soft moan nikal gayi jab Mukesh ke thrusts jari rahe. “Yeh video hai, Anil, main kasam khati hoon. Isse zyada kuch nahi.” “Mujhe bewakoof mat bana,” Dad ne kaha, uska gussa bhadak raha tha.
“Yeh tu nahi hai, Rekha. Sach mein kya ho raha hai? Darwaza khol, abhi.”“Main nahi khol sakti,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, suspicion se bachne ke liye clever. “Main kapde nahi pehne hoon, Anil. Main… nangi hoon, video dekhne se. Main gandi lag rahi hoon, please, ek minute de.” Dad ki awaaz thodi naram hui, par gussa raha. “Gandi? Rekha, yeh haath se nikal raha hai. Tu hamesha porn kyun dekh rahi hai? Aur ‘Mukesh’ chilla rahi hai? Ise explain kar.”“Yeh bas woh porn video hai jo main dekh rahi hoon, mujhe maaf kar, main dobara nahi dekhungi, aaahhh ooohhhhhh,” Mom ne dohraya, uski awaaz uneven, Mukesh ke thrusts uske speech ko falter karte hue.
“Maine chillaane ka matlab nahi tha, Anil. Yeh… intense tha, main carried away ho gayi.” Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz ek whisper jo sirf Mom sun sakti thi, uske tension ko badhata hua. “Tu khatarnak khel khel rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, uska sur taunting. “Apne pati se baat kar rahi hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai. Tujhe yeh thrill pasand hai, na?”“Chup kar,” Mom ne dheere se hissed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska haath abhi bhi use peeche dhakelne ki koshish karta hua.
“Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, Mukesh. Bas ruk. Meri shaadi aaj toot sakti hai.” “Tu khud ko barbaad kar rahi hai,” usne whisper kiya, uske thrusts dheere par gehre. “Aise moan kar rahi hai, tu chahti hai woh sune, na? Jane ki tu kya randi hai.” “Nahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uska exposure ka darr spike karta hua. “Main apni shaadi bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon, tu harami. Khatam kar aur chup reh.”Dad ne phir pukara, “Rekha, tu khud se baat kar rahi hai ya kisi se?”
Main dekhta raha, mera haath tezi se hilta hua, jab Mukesh ne speed badha di, uske gaand ka chhed ko zor se choda, Dad ke bahar hone ka risk use uski limits test karne ke liye push karta hua, use poori tarah tootne ke liye. Uski fat gaand wildly hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, uska jism uske darr ke bawajood respond karta hua. Mom ki aankhein band hui, ek moan nikal gayi, dikhati hui woh enjoy kar rahi thi, agar Dad darwaza kholta toh uski shaadi tootne ke liye taiyaar.Main aur zor se masturbate kiya, Mom ke divorce ke idea se thrilled, yeh maanta hua ki aaj Dad use Mukesh ki randi ke roop mein discover karega, hamara parivaar toot jayega.
“Yeh thumping kya hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz teekhi, suspicion phir se badhta hua. “Rekha, wahan kya ho raha hai?” “Yeh… bistar hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, Mukesh ke tezi thrusts uske gaand ka chhed ko hila rahe the, geele, sloppy awaazein tez. “Main… idhar udhar hili, Anil, video dekh rahi thi.”Mukesh ne aur zor se choda, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, momentum badhta hua. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, “Oh, fuck,” uski awaaz kacchi, uski aankhein abhi bhi pleasure mein band.
Main nahi maana woh yeh enjoy kar rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra jab Dad bahar khada tha, uski shaadi tootne ke kagaar par. “Rekha, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz gusse mein, confused. “Yeh sahi nahi lagta. Sach mein kya ho raha hai?” “Maine tujhe kaha, honey,” Mom ne kaha, apne shabdon ke beech moan karti hui, Mukesh ke thrusts relentless. “Yeh porn video hai, yeh… intense hai. Maaf kar, main ruk jaungi.”
Mukesh ke thrusts peak par pahunch gaye, uska jism tense jab usne apna doodh Mom ke gaand ka chhed mein spill kiya, uske sperms uske gaand ka chhed ko bharte hue, zameen par tapakte hue jab usne bahar kheech liya. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, uska jism kaanpta hua, uska pleasure undeniable. Maine bhi apna sperms spill kiya, mera haath frantic, Mom ke dhoke ka thrill aur looming divorce ne mujhe edge par dhakel diya. Mukesh bistar par gir gaya, haanfta hua, uska seena heaving, paseena use cover karta hua.
Meri mom khadi rahi taaki sure kare Dad andar na aaye. Usne sure kiya darwaza abhi bhi locked tha.“Rekha, tu haanf rahi hai, bas woh gandagi khatam kar jo tu kar rahi hai,” Dad ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par abhi bhi gusse mein. “Saaf kar aur bahar aa. Humein is behavior ke bare mein baat karna hai.” “Theek hai, Anil,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, saans lete hue. “Main… saaf kar lungi. Bas ek minute de, honey.”Dad ke kadam sitting room ki taraf wapas gaye, uska gussa uske bhari tread mein saaf.
Usne socha Mom porn dekh rahi thi par asal mein uski patni ko abhi gaand mein choda gaya tha aur Mom ne usse jhooth bolkar acha kiya. Mukesh khada hua, Mom ke peeche gaya, dono khade the, uske hont uski gardan par mile, use gehra chuma, dono paseene se tar, unke jism slick. Main shocked tha—Mom ne use door nahi dhakela, uske haath uske sar ko pakadne ke liye upar gaye, use wapas chuma, uske hont bhukhe despite uski shaadi ke lagbhag tootne ke. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, disbelief arousal ke saath mila, uski willingness usse chumne ki sab kuch ke baad uski surrender dikhati hui, even jab Dad itna paas tha.
Mukesh ne uski kamar pakdi, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra dhansa hua, uske cheeks failaye hue jab usne use guide kiya, uski moans kacchi aur rhythmic. “Rekha, tu ise itna achha le rahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting, dheere se apna sawaal puchta hua. “Kya main tujhe ab aur zor se chod sakta hoon? Us sweet gaand ka chhed ko aise pound karoon jaise tu deserve karti hai?”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uske haath sthir jab usne uske lund ko guide kiya, dheere aur deliberately.
“Bahut zor se nahi, harami,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz dard aur frustration se teekhi, uske shabd uske relentless pressure ka jawab. “Yeh pehle se hi sore hai, Mukesh. Dheere ja, nahi toh main itni zor se chillaungi ki padosi sun lenge.”Usne grin kiya, uske haath uski kamar par tight, uske thrusts dheere par sthir.
“Tu sure hai iske bare mein? Sunai deta hai tujhe yeh enjoy ho raha hai,” usne kaha, uska sur uski comfort check karne ke liye naram hua. “Aise, meri jaan? Mera lund tujhe stretch karta hua acha lagta hai, na?” “Yeh… bearable hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski moan nikal gayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh guide karti rahi. “Bas ise zor se mat chod, dheere ja, tu bimaar fucker. Main yeh us video ke liye kar rahi hoon jo tune mere pati Anil se chhupane ke liye banaya, nahi kyunki mujhe tera damn lund chahiye.”Mukesh hasa, uska lund andar bahar sarka, uska gaand ka chhed har move ke saath stretch hota hua. “Bearable? Teri moans kuch aur kahani kehti hain, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur gehra probe karne ke liye shift hui. “Andar sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe pasand hai mera lund teri gaand ko kaise bhar raha hai, na?”
“Fuck you, Mukesh,” Mom ne gasp kiya, uska frustration dard aur uske taunting se ubal raha tha, uske gande shabd uske control ke khilaf ek shield. Maine nahi maana meri mom “fuck” jaise shabd use karti thi, maine use kabhi aise shabd kehte nahi suna, woh ek pure aurat thi.Par ab woh ek randi hai jo aise shabd bolna pasand karti hai kyunki Mukesh ne use aisa sikhaya. “Bas kar aur nikal ja meri pati Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.” “Tu itna achha hold kar rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur lagbhag naram, ek naye taunt mein shift hota hua.
“Par chalo, tere bare mein baat karte hain. Tu torn hai, na? Perfect patni banne ka dikhawa, par yahan tu mere liye moan kar rahi hai. Kyun lad rahi hai isse?”Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main torn nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uska sur defiant par kaanpta. “Mujhe Anil, mera pati, se pyar hai. Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, hamara parivaar saath rakhne ke liye. Tu mujhe toot raha hai, Mukesh, apni dhamkiyon aur us damn video se.” “Tujhe toot raha hoon?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui.
free upload website hosting“Main bas tujhe dikha raha hoon tu asal mein kya hai. Tu us raat ek mahina pehle door ja sakti thi, par tune mere lund ke liye bheekh maangi. Tu yeh zindagi chahti hai, Rekha, nahi woh jo tere boring pati ke saath hai.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui, uske haath abhi bhi uske lund ko guide karte hue.
“Maine tab galti ki. Main ab woh aurat nahi hoon. Main ek achhi maa aur patni hoon. Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi.”Maine apne shorts ke saath fumble kiya, aakhir mein mera lund bahar nikala, tezi se hilata hua. Maine pehle yeh nahi kiya tha, Mom ke tezi se choosne aur uske lund ko guide karne se zyada shocked, meri hesitation disgust aur thrill ke mix mein rooted jo mujhe rok rahi thi.
Ab, uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ke ird-gird stretch hua, uski kacchi moans kamre ko bhar rahi thi, mujhe edge par dhakel diya, mera haath uski degradation ke rhythm mein hilta hua.Mukesh ke thrusts aur sakht hue, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, geele, sloppy awaazein aur tez. Woh use poori tarah dominate karne ke liye zor se chod raha tha, uski resistance ko tootne ke liye, jaanta hua uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ko crave karta tha despite uske shabdon ke. Uska gaand ka chhed aur elastic ho raha tha, har thrust ke saath wide stretch hota hua, ab tight nahi uske relentless pounding aur uske khud ke anal masturbation se jo maine bathroom mein dekha tha.
Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed kabhi tight nahi hoga—uski frequent anal play, ab Mukesh ke rough chodne se intensified, ne ise permanently dheela kar diya tha, uski hidden desires ka permanent mark. “Tu ismein bahut achhi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari, ek naye boast mein smoothly shift hota hua. “Yeh teri gaand, mohalle mein best hai, tujhe pata hai? Badi aur round, bazaar mein har aadmi ghoorta hai. Main woh lucky harami hoon jo ise chod raha hai.
”Mom ki moan ruk gayi, uski awaaz strained. “Ah ah ah ahaaaahh oooh! Aise mat bol,” usne kaha, uska sur defensive. “Bas khatam kar, Mukesh. Main teri trophy nahi hoon ooooh oohh yessss.” Main tezi se hila, sochta hua kitna lucky tha Mukesh. Mom ki gaand hamare mohalle mein legendary thi—full, firm, woh tarah ki jo mardon ko whisper aur stare karati thi, shape aur allure ka ek rare combination.
Mom jaisi sweet gaand ka chhed mushkil se milta tha; kam auraton mein uske curves the, aur usse bhi kam aise chodne deti thi. Mukesh ko yeh aasani se mila, uske blackmail video aur Mom ke secret cravings ne use bina kisi chase ke haath mein de diya. “Tu isse chhupa nahi sakti, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske thrusts sthir, uski fat gaand har slam ke saath hilti hui, flesh uske hips ke force se ripple karta hua.
“Tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai? Tere gaand ka chhed mein sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”“Haan aahh haan haan yeh acha lagta hai oooohhh,” Mom ne admit kiya, uski awaaz shame aur pleasure ka mix, uski moans tez, us pal mein khud ko kho rahi thi. “Yeh acha lagta hai, theek hai? Par jaldi khatam kar, Mukesh, Anil ke sunne se pehle.”
“Mujhe bata kitna acha,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz gandi, use aur aage dhakel raha tha. “Teri gaand mera lund kha rahi hai, Rekha. Tu ise aur gehra chahti hai, na? Bol, tu gandi randi.” “Fuck, yeh kaafi gehra hai, meri gaand ka chhed mein gehra aur mujhe itna moan karati hai,” Mom ne kaha, uske shabd uske saath match karne ke liye gande, bechain use khatam karne aur is ordeal ko end karne ke liye. “Bas andar spill kar de, Mukesh, aur nikal ja. Please meri gaand ka chhed mein apna doodh spill kar de.”
“Mujhe parwah nahi agar tu ise khatam karna chahti hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Yeh gaand itni perfect hai ki jaldi nahi kar sakta.” Uski gaand aur zor se hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath jiggle karte hue, uske jism ka response uske lund ke relentless rhythm se driven.Main sthir ho gaya, mera haath dheema, jab front door click karke khula. Dad ghar aa gaya tha—jaldi, bina bataye. Maine notice nahi kiya, bedroom, Mom ki moans, aur Mukesh ke thrusts mein itna khoya hua tha, mera lund bahar aur mera dimaag kho gaya.
Shock mujhe wave ki tarah laga, mera dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab main bedroom ke paas closet mein chhupne ke liye scramble kiya taaki dad mujhe na dekhe ki main kaisa beta hoon jo apni mom ko chudte dekh raha hoon, andar sarka, darwaze ka crack mujhe view deta hua. Andhera aur angle Dad ke liye mujhe dekhna mushkil banata tha, closet ek shadowed corner mein tucked jo woh glance ke bina pass karta.
“Rekha, jaan, main ghar aa gaya!” Dad ne sitting room se pukara, uski awaaz cheerful par thaki hui. Usne phir pukara, phir se, koi jawab nahi, uske kadam paas aate hue. Bechara Dad nahi jaanta tha uski patni ko uske apne bedroom mein gaand mein choda ja raha tha, uski moans muffled par tez hoti ja rahi thi.Mujhe pata tha agar Dad ko pata chala toh unka divorce ho jayega—Mom ka dhoka use toot dega, koi wapas ka rasta nahi.
Par mujhe parwah nahi thi, meri twisted thrill mujhe Mom ke saath Mukesh ke saath chahti thi, uska us par dominance meri dark desire ko bhar raha tha. Mom ki tez moans Dad tak pahunchi, use confuse karti hui—uski awaaz kacchi, sexual thi, uske usual awaazon se alag. Woh bedroom ke paas aaya, uske kadam bhari. “Ooh haan, meri gaand chod, Mukesh,” Mom ki awaaz darwaze se saaf goonji, uska control pleasure mein chala gaya. Bedroom locked tha, Mom ko bhi nahi pata tha Dad aaspaas tha, Mukesh ko bhi nahi.
Dad ruk gaya, uski awaaz teekhi. “Rekha? Wahan kya ho raha hai?”Silence chhaya, Mom panic mein sthir, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra. “Rekha, jawab de!” usne pukara, darwaze par knock karta hua. Main shocked tha, lagbhag has raha tha, mera haath wapas mere lund par, dheere hilta hua, main abhi bhi masturbate kar raha tha jabki monitor kar raha tha kya ho raha hai. Mom ko careful hona tha, Dad doosri taraf inches door tha, unke beech bas ek darwaza, uski shaadi us darwaze par latki hui thi.
Maine apni position closet mein adjust ki, crack se jhaankta hua, angle perfect tha bedroom dekhne ke liye par Dad ke view se chhupa, darwaze ka saya mujhe cover karta hua. Andar, Mom darwaze ke paas khadi thi, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein, uske dheere thrusts mushkil se rukte hue, uska jism kaanp raha tha.“Rekha, tu kya kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, aur zor se knock karta hua, uski awaaz tense.
“Maine tujhe moan karte suna. Kya ho raha hai?” Mom ne stammer kiya, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke thrusts uski saans ko rukwa rahe the. “Anil, honey, main… main bas kuch dekh rahi hoon,” usne kaha, ek excuse ke liye grasp karti hui. “Mujhe nahi pata tha tu andar aaya, mujhe maaf kar.”“Kuch dekh rahi hai?” Dad ki awaaz teekhi hui, suspicion creep karta hua.
“Aise moan kar rahi hai? Kya tu phir porn dekh rahi hai, Rekha?” “Haan,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz strained jab Mukesh harta raha. “Yeh bas ek video hai, Anil. Mujhe nahi pata tha tu jaldi ghar aayega.” Dad ka sur sakht hua, gussa badhta hua. “Porn? Sach mein, Rekha? Tujhe kya ho gaya hai? Tu koi… gandi aurat ban rahi hai, hamesha yeh porn dekhne ka attitude. Tujhe kya ho gaya hai?”“Aisa nahi hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke dheere thrusts uske shabd uneven banate hue.
“Main bas… ek pal akele chahiye tha, Anil. Maaf kar, yeh woh nahi hai jo tu soch raha hai.” “Toh tu ‘Mukesh’ kyun chilla rahi thi?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz tez, confused. “Maine suna, Rekha. Mujhse jhooth mat bol.”Silence stretch hua, Mom ka panic saaf jab Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein raha, uske dheere thrusts relentless. Main dekhta raha, unki riskiness se shocked, Mom ne Mukesh ko rukne ka ishara kiya ek frantic hand wave se, apne right hand se peeche uska lund nikaalne ki koshish karti hui, par Mukesh ne uski wrist pakdi, use andar rakha, chupke se grin karta hua. Yeh astonishing tha—Mom ka gaand ka chhed mein chudna jab Dad bahar khada tha, clueless, uski shaadi khatre mein. “Anil, yeh… laptop tha,”
Mom ne aakhir mein kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, ek jhooth ke liye grasp karti hui. “Video mein ek naam tha, Mukesh, bas yahi tha.”“Tu ek video se aise moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, skeptical. “Aur teri awaaz, Rekha, yeh aisi kyun hai? Tu… ajeeb lag rahi hai, jaise tu khud nahi hai.” “Main bas… caught up hoon,” usne kaha, ek soft moan nikal gayi jab Mukesh ke thrusts jari rahe. “Yeh video hai, Anil, main kasam khati hoon. Isse zyada kuch nahi.” “Mujhe bewakoof mat bana,” Dad ne kaha, uska gussa bhadak raha tha.
“Yeh tu nahi hai, Rekha. Sach mein kya ho raha hai? Darwaza khol, abhi.”“Main nahi khol sakti,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, suspicion se bachne ke liye clever. “Main kapde nahi pehne hoon, Anil. Main… nangi hoon, video dekhne se. Main gandi lag rahi hoon, please, ek minute de.” Dad ki awaaz thodi naram hui, par gussa raha. “Gandi? Rekha, yeh haath se nikal raha hai. Tu hamesha porn kyun dekh rahi hai? Aur ‘Mukesh’ chilla rahi hai? Ise explain kar.”“Yeh bas woh porn video hai jo main dekh rahi hoon, mujhe maaf kar, main dobara nahi dekhungi, aaahhh ooohhhhhh,” Mom ne dohraya, uski awaaz uneven, Mukesh ke thrusts uske speech ko falter karte hue.
“Maine chillaane ka matlab nahi tha, Anil. Yeh… intense tha, main carried away ho gayi.” Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz ek whisper jo sirf Mom sun sakti thi, uske tension ko badhata hua. “Tu khatarnak khel khel rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, uska sur taunting. “Apne pati se baat kar rahi hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai. Tujhe yeh thrill pasand hai, na?”“Chup kar,” Mom ne dheere se hissed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska haath abhi bhi use peeche dhakelne ki koshish karta hua.
“Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, Mukesh. Bas ruk. Meri shaadi aaj toot sakti hai.” “Tu khud ko barbaad kar rahi hai,” usne whisper kiya, uske thrusts dheere par gehre. “Aise moan kar rahi hai, tu chahti hai woh sune, na? Jane ki tu kya randi hai.” “Nahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uska exposure ka darr spike karta hua. “Main apni shaadi bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon, tu harami. Khatam kar aur chup reh.”Dad ne phir pukara, “Rekha, tu khud se baat kar rahi hai ya kisi se?”
Main dekhta raha, mera haath tezi se hilta hua, jab Mukesh ne speed badha di, uske gaand ka chhed ko zor se choda, Dad ke bahar hone ka risk use uski limits test karne ke liye push karta hua, use poori tarah tootne ke liye. Uski fat gaand wildly hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, uska jism uske darr ke bawajood respond karta hua. Mom ki aankhein band hui, ek moan nikal gayi, dikhati hui woh enjoy kar rahi thi, agar Dad darwaza kholta toh uski shaadi tootne ke liye taiyaar.Main aur zor se masturbate kiya, Mom ke divorce ke idea se thrilled, yeh maanta hua ki aaj Dad use Mukesh ki randi ke roop mein discover karega, hamara parivaar toot jayega.
“Yeh thumping kya hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz teekhi, suspicion phir se badhta hua. “Rekha, wahan kya ho raha hai?” “Yeh… bistar hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, Mukesh ke tezi thrusts uske gaand ka chhed ko hila rahe the, geele, sloppy awaazein tez. “Main… idhar udhar hili, Anil, video dekh rahi thi.”Mukesh ne aur zor se choda, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, momentum badhta hua. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, “Oh, fuck,” uski awaaz kacchi, uski aankhein abhi bhi pleasure mein band.
Main nahi maana woh yeh enjoy kar rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra jab Dad bahar khada tha, uski shaadi tootne ke kagaar par. “Rekha, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz gusse mein, confused. “Yeh sahi nahi lagta. Sach mein kya ho raha hai?” “Maine tujhe kaha, honey,” Mom ne kaha, apne shabdon ke beech moan karti hui, Mukesh ke thrusts relentless. “Yeh porn video hai, yeh… intense hai. Maaf kar, main ruk jaungi.”
Mukesh ke thrusts peak par pahunch gaye, uska jism tense jab usne apna doodh Mom ke gaand ka chhed mein spill kiya, uske sperms uske gaand ka chhed ko bharte hue, zameen par tapakte hue jab usne bahar kheech liya. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, uska jism kaanpta hua, uska pleasure undeniable. Maine bhi apna sperms spill kiya, mera haath frantic, Mom ke dhoke ka thrill aur looming divorce ne mujhe edge par dhakel diya. Mukesh bistar par gir gaya, haanfta hua, uska seena heaving, paseena use cover karta hua.
Meri mom khadi rahi taaki sure kare Dad andar na aaye. Usne sure kiya darwaza abhi bhi locked tha.“Rekha, tu haanf rahi hai, bas woh gandagi khatam kar jo tu kar rahi hai,” Dad ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par abhi bhi gusse mein. “Saaf kar aur bahar aa. Humein is behavior ke bare mein baat karna hai.” “Theek hai, Anil,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, saans lete hue. “Main… saaf kar lungi. Bas ek minute de, honey.”Dad ke kadam sitting room ki taraf wapas gaye, uska gussa uske bhari tread mein saaf.
Usne socha Mom porn dekh rahi thi par asal mein uski patni ko abhi gaand mein choda gaya tha aur Mom ne usse jhooth bolkar acha kiya. Mukesh khada hua, Mom ke peeche gaya, dono khade the, uske hont uski gardan par mile, use gehra chuma, dono paseene se tar, unke jism slick. Main shocked tha—Mom ne use door nahi dhakela, uske haath uske sar ko pakadne ke liye upar gaye, use wapas chuma, uske hont bhukhe despite uski shaadi ke lagbhag tootne ke. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, disbelief arousal ke saath mila, uski willingness usse chumne ki sab kuch ke baad uski surrender dikhati hui, even jab Dad itna paas tha.
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