Adultery sexy mummy ka doodh / dudh naye pati ne piya

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5 minute baad hum sab bed pe chale gaye, mummy ne pehle Ishaan ko uske baby bed mein araam se sulaya, kapda odh di uspe aur kiss kiya forehead pe, "So ja mera bacha” Phir woh dressing table ki chair pe baith gayi, mirror mein khud ko dekhti rahi, chehra thoda laal sa tha raat ki baaton se, pallu ko sambhalte hue. Uncle mummy ke peeche khade the, unke haath dheere se mummy ke kandhon pe rakhe aur massage karne lage—ungliyaan halke halke dabate hue, mirror mein mummy ki aankhon se aankhen mili, uncle ne muskurate hue bola, "Ananya... kitni sundar lag rahi ho tu, yeh sharm tumhara chehra aur chamka deti hai." Mummy sharm se nazar neeche kar li, awaaz dheemi si, "Mukesh... bas karo." Par uncle ke haath ka touch itna araam de raha tha ki woh ruk nahi paayi, sirf halke se kandhe hilaye.

Adi aur main bed pe let gaye, humein pata tha doodh aane wala hai toh hum chillaye nahi, bas excited hokar wait kar rahe the, maine Adi se dheere se bola, "Shhh... mummy laayegi ab." Mummy ne uncle ko dekha mirror mein aur boli, "Mukesh, aap bhi bed pe aa jao... bacche wait kar rahe hain." Uncle ne haan mein sir hilaaya, haath hataaye aur bed pe chale gaye, wahan let gaye kinaare pe, phir apni shirt utaar di, white banyan bhi nikaal diya—poori chhati nangi ho gayi, mazboot muscles chamak rahe the lamp ki roshni mein, baal halke se. Mummy ne side se jhalak dekhi par himmat nahi hui poora dekhne ki, sochi "Arre... itne strong hain, sharm aa rahi hai dekh kar," bas apne aap ko mirror mein dekhti rahi, blouse ke andar bra nahi thi toh boobs ka shape saaf dikh raha tha tight fabric se, cleavage deep aur inviting. Woh chudiyaan utaarne lagi haathon se, ting ting ki awaaz aayi kamre mein, phir mangalsutra nikaala gale se hesitate karte hue table pe rakhi. Payal bhi utaari paaon se, ab sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi, mummy uthi aur saree unwrap karne lagi—pallu neeche girate hue, saree ki layers dheere dheere khul gai, gori kamar poori exposed ho gayi, navel chamak raha tha mirror mein. Uncle bed se muskurata hua dekhte rahe, "Ananya... dil kar raha hai abhi uth jaun." Mummy sharm se chehra hata liya, "Chup karo Mukesh ji... bas dekh lo, aur kuch mat bolo," par andar se tension badh rahi thi unki nazar se.

Mummy ne do glass uthaye kitchen jaane ko, uncle ki taraf dekha ek baar, "Main doodh nikal leti hoon bacho ke liye... aap so jao na." Kitchen mein gayi, bra nahi thi toh blouse ke andar boobs free the, heavy heavy hil rahe the chalte hue, kitchen ke counter pe baith gayi aur blouse ke buttons khole—ek ek kar ke, boobs bahar aaye poore, doodh se bhare hue, nipples pe boondein tapak rahi thi already pressure se. Haathon se masalne lagi, glass mein doodh nichorna shuru ki, chup chup ki awaaz aayi, "Umm... itna doodh aaj, smooch ki wajah se pressure badh gaya hai sayad," sochi sharm se, 10 minute lage poore nichorne mein, boobs halke ho gaye thoda sa lekin abhi bhi doodh tha. Mummy wapas bedroom aayi, sirf blouse aur petticoat mein, pallu nahi tha toh deep cleavage poora exposed ho raha tha, blouse ke dono taraf doodh ke wet patches ban gaye the nichorne se, geele geele chamak rahe the fabric pe. Hum glass lete hue bole, "Mummy, doodh!" Mummy ne diye, muskurayi, "Piyo beta poora." Uncle ne dekha blouse mein wet patches, wo muskuraye naughtly, humse bola, "bacho, papa ko bhi thoda doodh milega na? Share karo." Mummy ne weird face banaya sharm se, "Mukesh ji... yeh kya," par chup rahi. Uncle ne dono glass se thoda thoda piya, ankhen band karke bola, "Wah Ananya... kitna tasty hai yeh, creamy aur meetha, jaise pyar ka ras." Mummy ignore kar di, sharm se nazar hata li, lights off karne gayi, sirf night bulb jala diya halki roshni ke liye, sochi "Yeh mukesh... kitne naughty ho gaye hain aaj."

Lights dim hone ke baad uncle ne mummy ka haath pakda aur apni chhati pe kheencha—poora jism chipka diya, mummy ka chehra surprise se, "Mukesh ji... achanak!" Dono haath uncle ki nangi chhati pe the, baalon mein phans gaye, uncle ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Humne bola, "Good night mummy, good night uncle." Mummy ne jaldi se reply diya, "Good night bacho... so jao araam se." Uncle ne bhi bola, "Good night mere bacho." Phir uncle ne mummy ke kaan mein dheere se bola, "Ananya... lipstick laga lo na pink wali." Mummy hesitate kiya, "Abhi? Raat ko? par thodi der mein uthi dressing table pe, pink lipstick lagayi mirror mein dekhte hue, chehra aur chamak utha, sochi "Yeh sab... romantic lag raha hai par sharm bhi aa rahi hai." Wapas aayi toh uncle ne fir se kheencha, is baar mummy ko upar kiya apne upar, phir ghuma kar khud upar aa gaye, uncle ne wild kiss karne lage—lips pe zor zor se, mummy ki saansein ruk gayi, haath uncle ki peeth pe ghumne lage. 10 minute kiss karte rahe, uncle ne fir kaan chusne shuru kiye—pehle ek kaan, tongue se tease karte hue, mummy moan karne lagi dheere se, "Aah... Mukesh, dhire... umm." Phir dusra kaan, chus chus kar laal kar diya, mummy ka jism kamp raha tha sharm aur maza se. Kaano ke baad uncle ne chehra neeche slide kiya boobs ki taraf, blouse pe muh lagaya aur smell kiya—doodh ki khushboo aa rahi thi wet patches se, "Umm... yeh khushboo jaan, kitni intoxicating hai," bole uncle teasingly. Mummy sharm se haath uncle ke sir pe rakha, "Bas karo na..." par uncle ne smell karte hue blouse pe kiss kiye, raat aur gehri ho gayi pyar ki. Mukesh uncle ne wahi kiya jo who pichali raat ko kiye the lekin aaj aur wild tha.