Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Mukesh apni ungaliyon ko Maa ke gand ke chhed mein kaam karta raha, ungli pehle dheere se andar-bahar karta hua, uska chhed uske gird geele, squelching awaaz ke saath simat raha tha jo shant kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Uski beech wali ungli gehri doob gayi, knuckle tak, uske dheele ring ke andar mudti hui, uske natural lubrication aur pehle ki uttejana ke faint remnants se coat hoti hui.


Usne ungli poori tarah bahar nikali, ungli uske gand ke ras se chamakti hui—saaf aur slick, paseene aur uske jism ke natural musk ke mix se thodi viscous. Bina jhijhak ke, usne use apne muh tak laya, ek deliberate slurp ke saath saaf chus liya, uski jeebh ungli ke gird ghoomti hui jaise yeh candy ho, uske gand ke chhed ka kadwa, earthy swaad chaat-ta hua, uski aankhein uski aankhon par lock, ek shaitaan wali muskurahat uske chehre par failti hui.


Khidki par meri perch se, parde ke crack se jhaankte hue, mujhe yeh sab ghatiya laga—uski ungli sidha uski gand ke chhed se, us gande, mana kiye hue jagah se jahan se shit aata hai, aur phir use muh mein daal diya jaise kuch bhi nahi. Koi aisa kyun karega? Gand ka chhed jism ka waste exit hai, bacteria aur gandagi se bhara, na ki chakhne ya savouring ke liye.


Isse mera pet ghoom gaya, us tangy, musky residue ka khayal uski jeebh par, jis tarah usne approval mein hum kiya jaise yeh gourmet ho. Lekin yaar, yeh hot bhi tha—uski poori taboo, Maa ka jism itna degraded, uski perversions ke liye ek khel ka samaan ban gaya. 

Mera ling sheeshe ke khilaf phadak raha tha, paththar jaisa sakht, ghinauna aur uttejana ka ek twisted knot ban gaya jo mujhe tezi se sehlane ke liye majboor karta hua, precum tapakta hua jab maine uska motion repeat hote dekha, ungli wapas andar doobti hui, bahar, aur phir saaf chusi gayi.


“Mmm, Rekha, tera gand ka chhed meri ungli ke gird itna garam aur tight hai,” Mukesh ne dheeme se kaha, ek baar aur bahar nikalte hue, uske ras ka ek dhaaga uski twacha se jodta hua usse pehle ki woh use chaat liya. “Swad bilkul paap jaisa—kadwa, paseena bhara, poora tu. Teri yoni se bhi zyada mujhe sakht karta hai.”


Maa ne siskari bhari, uski taangein abhi bhi chawdi faili hui, uski yoni ke honth uske pehle ke chaatne se soojhe aur chamakte hue. “Oh yaar, Mukesh... meri gandi chhed ko aise hi ungli karte raho. Itna achha lagta hai—mujhe kheenchta hua, aur geela karta hua. Aur chakh; mujhe pasand hai kitna ganda tu hai.”


Woh hasa, ab do ungaliyan andar daalta hua, unhe uski gand ke chhed ke andar scissor karta hua, uska ring aasani se yield karta hua, chhed unke gird puckering. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, randi—teri gand jaise mera poora hath mangti hai. Lekin bas chhedna—ab asli mazaa ka waqt. Palat ja, Rekha—doggystyle, gand mere liye oopar.”


Maa ne utsaah se hukm maana, pet par palat kar phir ghutno par uthi, uska mota pichhwada hawa mein ooncha, gaal naturally failte hue uske gand ke chhed ko expose karte hue, uski ungaliyon se thoda gaped aur gulabi, rim uske ras se chamakta hua.

 Uske bhaari stann neeche latak rahe the, uski peeth arch karte hue jhoolte hue, uski yoni neeche jhankti hui, honth puffy aur taiyaar. “Aise, Mukesh? Mera bada pichhwada poora tere liye—ise chaat, baby. Mujhe apni randi jaisa mehsoos karao.”


Mukesh uske peechhe ghutno par baitha, uske hath uske gaalon ko aur chawda failate hue, uske gand ke chhed ko poori tarah expose karta hua—yeh ek twisted tarah se cute tha, woh puckered chhota sitara, gulabi aur narma chahe dheela ho, naram, smooth twacha se ghira hua, halke wrinkles ek phool ki tarah radiate karte hue, inviting lekin mana kiya hua, musky aur intimate khushboo oopar uth rahi thi. 



Yeh cute tha kyunki yeh itna vulnerable dikhta tha, itna abuse ke liye taiyaar, uske mature jism ke contrast mein, jaise ek raaz ka button jo uski sabse randi wali side ko unlock karta ho.


Woh aage jhuka, uski jeebh pehle rim par flick karta hua, us cute pucker ke gird dheere ghoomta hua, gand ke chhed ka swaad liya. “Yaar, Rekha—teri gand ka chhed ek aurat ka sabse best chhed hai. Yoni se tight, muh se ganda—jab main ise chodo toh lagta hai poori tarah uska maalik hoon.”


Maa ne peechhe dhakela, besharmi se siskari bhari, ek bhi sharam ke bina, uski awaaz ek needy whine. “Oh haan, Mukesh—meri cute chhoti gand ke chhed ko aur gehra chaat. Yeh sabse best hai, na? Zyada ganda, zyada naughty—mujhe poori randi jaisa mehsoos karata hai, koi sharam nahi, bas teri jeebh meri gand ke chhed ki maalik. Yeh best kyun hai? Chaat-te hue bata.”


“Kyunki yeh taboo hai, Rekha—yoni sab ke liye hai, lekin gand? Yeh surrender hai, mujhe wahan jaane dena jahan koi nahi jana chahiye,” usne kaha, uski jeebh uske chhed par flat dabati hui, oopar-neeche lap-lap karta hua usse pehle ki tip andar dhakeli, ring ko breach karta hua.


Uski jeebh aur gehri gayi, uski gand ke chhed ke andar worming karta hua, inner walls ke gird ghoomta hua, garam, musky gehraiyon ka swaad, kadwahat aur teevra hoti hui jab usne probe kiya, uske honth pucker ke gird sealed, halke se chuskar aur swaad nikalne ke liye.


“Mmm, yaar—teri jeebh meri gand ke chhed ke andar itni invasive, itni achhi lagti hai,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uska jism kaanpta hua. “Aur gehra, Mukesh—un walls ko chaat, chakh kaise gandi main tere liye hoon. Yaar, jaise tu apne muh se meri gand ke chhed ko saaf kar raha hai.”


Woh thodi der ke liye peechhe hata, uske chhed par thooka usse pehle ki wapas doob gaya, jeebh ek mini-ling ki tarah thrust karti hui. “Swarg jaisa swaad, Rekha—musky, tangy, tere paseene se thoda namkeen. Tera gand ka chhed addictive hai; saari raat kha sakta hoon.”


Maa ne peechhe hila, uska pichhwada uske chehre ke khilaf dabaya. “Meri gand ka chhed kaisa swaad deta hai, Mukesh? Bata—kadwa? Meetha? Mujhe apni randi jaisa mehsoos karao.”


“Kadwa aur earthy, jaise mana kiya hua phal,” usne dheeme se kaha, jeebh abhi bhi dabayi hui. “Din ke paseene se, teri yoni ke ras ka ek hint milta hua—perfect randi swaad. Ab bas—palat aur mera ling chus, Rekha. Apne aap ka swaad mujh par chakh.”


Maa ki aankhein utsaah se chamak uthi, uska chehra aur gehra laal hota hua jab woh jaldi se palti, bistar par uske saamne ghutno par baithi, uske stann motion ke saath uchalte hue. Woh excited thi kyunki yeh ultimate degradation tha—ek ling chusna jo abhi uski gand mein tha, apni hi gandagi ka swaad lena, uske samarpan ko prove karta hua, uski dignity lust ke haze mein kab ki chali gayi. 


Kyun? Ise usse owned, ganda, jeevit mehsoos hota tha—taboo use edge par dhakel deta tha, uski yoni us musky, gand-coated shaft ke uske muh mein bharne ke khayal par phadakti hui.


“Oh, Mukesh... haan, mujhe ise chusne de,” usne utsaah se kaha, uske hath uske ling tak pahunchte hue. “Main itni excited hoon—tera ling chakhna ab sab kuch hai jo main chahti hoon. Yeh ghatiya hai, lekin yaar, yeh mujhe turn on karta hai. Mujhe teri poori randi banata hai.”


Usne uske baal sehlaye, use neeche guide karta hua. “Itni excited kyun, Rekha? Bata—meri gand-se-muh randi banne ke liye utsauk? Ise chus jaise tu serious hai.”


“Kyunki yeh ganda hai, Mukesh—yeh prove karta hai main teri hoon, koi limit nahi,” usne jawab diya, uske honth tip ko chhute hue. “Yeh humiliating hai, degrading... lekin main iske liye tarasti hoon. Meri yoni dard karti hai yeh jaankar main tere liye itni neeche hoon.”


“Neeche? Tu ek pig hai, Rekha—gand-ling ke liye bheek mangti hui,” usne kaha, dheere se thrust karta hua. “Kaisi patni aisa karti hai? Apne gand ke chhed se ling chusti hai jab uska beta khidki se dekh raha hai?”


“Woh jo isse pyar karti hai,” usne dheeme se kaha, chawda kholte hue. “Aur baat kar—kyun mujhe excite karta hai? Kyunki yeh galat hai, taboo—mujhe veerya-bhookhi kutiya banata hai. Ab mujhe sab kuch nigalne de.”


Woh doob gayi, uska muh uske ling ko poori tarah nigal gaya, honth ek smooth motion mein base tak slide karte hue, uska gala relax karta hua use poora lene ke liye, thodi gag karti hui lekin aage badhti hui, uski naak uske pubes mein dabayi hui.


Mujhe yakin nahi tha woh ab sab kaise fit karti thi—uska ling bada, uski kalai jaisa mota, lekin uski practice ne use pro bana diya, uska jaw saanp ki tarah unhinge hota hua, jeebh neeche ke side par kaam karti hui jab woh deepthroat karti thi, thook bubble hota hua, uski aankhein pani se bhari lekin determined.


“Yaar, Rekha—tu disrespectful veerya-dump,” Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uska sar pakadte hue. “Mera poora ling ek sadak ki randi ki tarah nigal rahi hai—koi manners nahi, bas greed. Kitni gandi kutiya, koi dignity nahi bachi.”


“Haan, Maa,” maine khidki se apne aap se kaha, sehlate hue. “Us gand-ling ko chus—tu ek manners-less randi hai, gala vacuum jaisa.”


Maa ne thodi der ke liye hata, haanfte hue, use tezi se sehlate hue. “Disrespectful? Main? Thik hai, Mukesh—main teri manners-less randi hoon, gand-ling bina sharam ke chusti hui. Khush? Ab mere chehre ko chodo.”


“Damn sahi,” usne kaha, wapas andar thrust karta hua. “Koi manners nahi—trough mein pig ki tarah gobble karti hui. Wapas chusne par, kutiya.”


Woh kiya, sar tezi se hilta hua poore 10 minute tak, uske slurps zor se, gala har downstroke par phoolta hua, thook uske stann par tapakta hua, uske hath uske balls ko massage karte hue, kamra geele gags aur uski dheemi siskariyon se bhara hua.













Aakhir mein, Mukesh ne bahar nikala, uska ling uske thook se chamakta hua. “Bas, Rekha—apna gand ka chhed faila aur taiyaar ho. Ghutno par, gaal alag, mujhe woh gape dikhao.”


Maa ne hukm maana, palatkar ghutno par baithi, peechhe hath badhakar apne mote gaalon ko chawda failaya, uska gand ka chhed winking open, dheela aur taiyaar, pehle ke thook se thodi si boond tapakti hui. “Aise? Tere liye failayi hui, Mukesh—mera ganda chhed poora tera.”


“Tu disrespectful gand-randi,” usne kaha, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue. “Ek sasti randi ki tarah fail rahi hai—koi sharam nahi, bas gand ke chhed mein ling ke liye bheek mangti hui.”


“Disrespectful? Haan, main hoon—teri besharm gand-randi,” usne jawab diya, uski awaaz sharam lekin lust se bhari. “Chawda failayi hui, gand ka chhed taiyaar—mujhe chodo, mujhe pachtava do.”


Woh uske peechhe position liya, uska bada ling—mota, veined, head bulbous—uske chhed ke khilaf dabaya. Yeh itni aasani se andar gaya kyunki uski gand ka chhed mahinon ke uske thokne se barbaad ho chuka tha, dheela aur trained, ring bina resistance ke yield karta hua, head ko ek geela pop ke saath nigalta hua, phir shaft inch-by-inch slide karta hua, uski walls pakadti hui lekin tight nahi, jaise ek well-worn glove.


“Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uski awaaz goonjti hui, anand uske zariye chhirta hua. “Oh yaar, Mukesh—tera bada ling meri gand ke chhed ko bhar raha hai... aaaaaahhh, itna gehra, mujhe chawda kheenchta hua... uuhhhhhh, mujhe yeh pasand hai, baby—meri gandi chhed ka maalik ban!”


Mukesh ne siskari bhari, bottoming out, uske balls uski yoni ke khilaf. “Teri gand ka chhed velvet jaisa hai, Rekha—dheela lekin perfect. Ghar jaisa lagta hai, woh gape mujhe andar kheenchta hua. Sabse best chhed—yoni se ganda, meri base par tight grip.”


“Aaaaaahhh haan, uuhhhhhh—aur gehra, Mukesh,” usne cheekh kar kaha, peechhe dhakelti hui. “Meri gand ka chhed tera hai—ise aur kheench, hamesha ke liye tera bana. Aaaaaahhh, yaar, itna bhara... uuhhhhhh, mujhe yeh roz chahiye.”








Khidki se, maine apna ling tezi se ragda, zor se muth maarta hua, hath mein garmi badhti hui, achha mehsoos hota hua—taboo rush, Maa ki siskariyaan music jaisi, uska pichhwada sab kuch leti hui. Yeh euphoric tha, mere balls tight hote hue, raat ki hawa meri twacha par thandi.


Mukesh ne usko zor se chodna shuru kiya, hips slam karte hue, uske gand ke gaal har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, twacha ke takkarne ki awaaz zor se. Maa ne bheek maangi, “Dheere kar, Mukesh—aaaaahhh, bahut zor se... uuhhhhhh, tu mujhe phaad raha hai!”


Mujhe laga woh uski dheeli gand ke chhed ko phaad dega—uska bada ling ek machine ki tarah piston karta hua, uska chhed uski had tak kheenchta hua, laal aur strained, lekin yeh hold kiya, pul par aur chawda gape karta hua, dheelepan ne usse real damage se bachaya, bas use dard-anand ki edge par dhakel diya.


“Yaar, tera gand ka chhed pakad raha hai, Rekha—dheela lekin bhukha,” Mukesh ne kaha, aur gehra thrust karta hua. “Jaise ek garam sleeve, mera ling chus raha hai—kisi yoni se behtar.”


“Aaaaaahhh haan, uuhhhhhh—ab zor se chodo,” Maa ne cheekh kar kaha, adjust karti hui. “Meri gand ka chhed tere ling se pyar karta hai—Mukesh, tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai... aaaaaahhh, itna achha, iska maalik ban!”



“Barbaad? Yeh pehle se hi wrecked hai—randi ki tarah gape karta hua,” usne jawab diya, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue. “Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—mera ling teri gand ke chhed ko churn karta hua.”












“Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—jaise aag aur anand,” usne siskari bhari. “Mujhe chawda kheenchta hua, woh spots hit karta hua jo koi aur nahi kar sakta... aaaaaahhh, main hamesha ke liye teri gand-randi hoon!”


Main sehlaata raha, nazara intense—uski gand uchalti hui, chhed outstrokes par winking karta hua.
Achanak, Mukesh ne nightstand se Maa ka phone uthaya, ek beep ke saath camera on karta hua, screen chamakta hua. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kya soch raha tha—shayad bas baad ke liye record kar raha tha, uske phone mein rakhne ke liye.



Maa ne nahi dekha, anand mein khoyi hui, siskari bharti hui, “Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—meri gand chodo, Mukesh!”


Usne camera app khola, khud ko uski gand ke chhed ko chodte hue record karna shuru kiya, phone ko penetration capture karne ke liye angle karta hua, uska ling andar-bahar slide karta hua, uska chhed gape karta hua.



Maa ne thoda sar ghumaya, use dekha. “Mukesh... aaaaaahhh, kya kar raha hai? Hum record kar raha hai? Uuhhhhhh, oh yaar...”


“Haan, randi—teri gand mera ling lete hue capture kar raha hoon,” usne kaha, steady thrust karta hua. “Yaadon ke liye—Raj ko baad mein dikhao, ya blackmail ke liye rakho. Kyun? Darr lag raha hai?”



“Aaaaaahhh nahi... uuhhhhhh, yeh hot hai,” usne inkaar kiya, peechhe dhakelti hui. “Mujhe apni randi bante hue record karo—aaaaahhh, lekin kisi ko mat dikhao... uuhhhhhh, yaar, yeh mujhe aur turn on karta hai!”









Maine dekha Maa ab aur zor se apni gand peechhe dhakel rahi thi, uske thrusts se milti hui, uske gaal uske hips ke khilaf clap karte hue, rhythm sync hota hua.



Mujhe pata tha woh anal sex ko poori tarah enjoy kar rahi thi—uski siskariyaan dard se pure ecstasy mein badal gayi, uska jism ismein relax hota hua, record hone ka taboo uski randi wali high ko amplify karta hua, uski gand ka chhed iske liye bana hua, dheela aur har inch se pyar karta hua.



“Tune aise peechhe kyun dhakela, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, abhi bhi record karta hua. “Mere ling ko teri gand mein itna pasand hai? Aur ke liye bheek mang rahi hai?”



“Aaaaaahhh haan... uuhhhhhh, control nahi kar sakti,” usne maana. “Bahut achha lagta hai—tera ling meri chhed ka maalik... aaaaaahhh, mat ruk!”












Usne ek minute baad record karna band kiya, phone neeche rakha, lekin maine dekha usne WhatsApp par swipe kiya, contacts scroll karta hua. Maa siskari bharti rahi, anjaan, “Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—zor se, Mukesh!”



Usne Papa ka number dhunda, video attach kiya, aur bhej diya—whoosh awaaz dheemi lekin saaf. Main hairan reh gaya, mera hath mere ling par freeze hota hua—Papa ko woh kyun bheja? Yeh absolute betrayal tha, Maa ki gand-chudai uske pati ke saamne expose, shayad sab kuch barbaad kar deta. Dil dhadakta hua, maine dekha, horrified lekin uttejit