13-12-2025, 08:17 PM
Tailor aur Mummy ki Intimate Session
Dopahar ke waqt ghar mein ek aisi shaanti thi jaise duniya ruk si gayi ho—sirf Ishaan ki halki si saansein aur bahar se aati hui hawa ki awaaz. Mummy rest kar rahi thi bedroom mein, saree thodi si loose ho gayi thi sote hue, kamar ka gora hissa expose ho gaya tha blanket ke neeche se, navel ki deep line chamak rahi thi halki roshni mein—woh soch rahi thi uncle ke subah ke kiss ke baare mein, dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Tabhi doorbell ki awaaz aayi, jaise koi unexpected mehmaan aa gaya ho. Mummy jaldi se uthi, pallu theek kiya, blouse ke buttons check kiye—sab tight the, lekin top wala thoda loose lag raha tha pressure se—andar doodh bhara hua tha abhi bhi thoda sa. Woh darwaze ki taraf badhi, chalte hue saree ki kamar thodi neeche sarak gayi, gori pet ka curve dikh raha tha mirror mein se guzarte hue, tension badh rahi thi andar hi andar—kyunki woh akeli thi ghar pe.
Darwaza khola toh bahar tailor khada tha, haath mein saare blouses ka bada sa packet, chehre pe ek halki si muskurahat—jaise usne socha ho ki mummy ko surprise milega. "Namaste madam ji... aapke blouses ready ho gaye hain, kal dopahar tak laane ka waada tha na? Yeh le lijiye, bilkul perfect ho gaye hain." Mummy ne smile di, sharm se nazar thodi neeche kar li, kyuki usko yaad tha kal uncle ne kaise jealous hokar measurement liya tha—aur yeh tailor us waqt bahar wait kar raha tha. "Arre haan ji... thank you bohot, itni jaldi kar diye? Aaiye na andar, paani pilati hoon pehle... garmi bohot hai bahar." Tailor ne sir hilaya, "Ji madam, bilkul... thoda sa rest kar loon, dukaan se yahan tak chal kar aaya hoon." Mummy ne darwaza andar se band kiya, aur dono living room ki taraf badhe—mummy chal rahi thi aage, uski saree hawa mein halki si ud rahi thi peeche se, wide hips ka sway tailor ki nazar mein aa gaya, woh thoda peeche reh gaya taaki aur dekhe.
Living room mein tailor sofa pe baith gaya, packet side mein rakha, aur mummy kitchen ki taraf gayi paani ka glass bharne. Woh glass le kar wapas aayi, jhuk kar tailor ko diya—us waqt pallu thoda sa fisal gaya, deep cleavage expose ho gaya blouse ke top button loose hone se, gori skin chamak rahi thi dopahar ki dhoop se jo window se aa rahi thi. Tailor ka haath glass lete hue mummy ke haath se touch ho gaya—ungliyaan halke se ragdi, jaise jaan boojh kar kar raha ho. Mummy ko ehsaas hua, woh jaldi se haath peeche khinchi, "Arre... sorry ji, glass thoda slip ho gaya tha." Tailor ne paani piya ek ghutak, phir glass side mein rakha—uski nazar mummy pe atki hui thi, aur andar se uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha, pant mein tightness mehsoos ho rahi thi tailor ko, jaise current daud gaya ho. "Madam ji... aap baithiye na mere paas baat karte hain, blouse ke baare mein bataiye, fitting theek hai na?" Mummy hesitate hui, sochi "Yeh kya keh rahe hain... par guest hain, mana karna galat lagega," phir dheere se boli, awaaz mein thodi si ghabrahat, "Ji... theek hai, bas thoda der baithti hoon." Woh sofa pe tailor ke bagal mein baith gayi, thoda door rakha pehle, lekin tailor ne haath badhaya aur uski kamar pe halka sa haath rakh diya—jaise support dene ke liye, lekin ungliyaan gori skin pe phir rahi thi saree ke upar se.
Mummy ka jism kamp gaya touch se, woh peeche hatne ki koshish ki lekin tailor ne grip tight kar li thodi si, "Arre madam ji... relax kijiye na, aap itni sundar hain, tension kyun? Mukesh ji ne toh bola tha aap unki special friend hain... aapke pet mein koi baby toh nahi hai na?" Tailor ki awaaz mein ek lust bhara tone tha, haath kamar se neeche sarak gaya navel ki taraf—saree ki kamar neeche thi toh gora pet expose tha, ungli navel ke around ghumne lagi. Mummy nervous ho gayi bohot, chehra laal, awaaz kampte hue, "N-nahi ji... baby nahi hai, abhi Ishaan hi mera chhota sa beta hai... aap haath hata dijiye na, yeh kya kar rahe hain?" Par woh uth nahi payi, jaise dar se chipak gayi ho sofa se, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha—expose navel pe ungli ka touch jaise aag laga raha ho. Tailor ne muskuraya, aur bola lust se bhari awaaz mein, "Madam... ek baby chahiye na aapko? Itna perfect figure hai aapka, pet bhi flat aur soft... main bana doon kya? Sirf ek baar try kar lo." Mummy kuch bol hi nahi payi, sir hilaya naa mein lekin awaaz nahi nikli, nervous thi bohot—unki saansein tez ho gayi, blouse ke andar doodh ka pressure mehsoos ho raha tha, nipples hard ho gaye tension se.
Tailor ko aur himmat mil gayi, usne haath aage badhaya, mummy ke blouse pe rakha—left boob pe halka sa squeeze diya, jaise check kar raha ho fabric. Mummy ka muh se zor ka moan nikal gaya, "Aaaahhhh... ji, bas karo na! Yeh kya... stop it please, aap tailor hain na, yeh galat hai!" Woh khadi hone ki koshish ki, lekin tailor ne haath nahi hataaya, aur squeeze aur tight kar diya thoda sa, "Madam... sorry, bas fitting check kar raha tha... aapke boobs itne soft hain, blouse mein perfect lagege." Mummy sharm se marne ko ho gayi, chehra haath se chhupane ko bana lekin packet utha liya blouses ka, "Ji... ab jaaiye, paise de deti hoon... yeh sab le lijiye. tailor hans pada, "Arre madam, itna jaldi? Thoda toh time do na... aap try kar lo blouses, main help karunga." Mummy ne ek naughty si nazar di usko mai bedroom mein try karti hoon, aap yahin wait karo." Woh packet le kar andar chali gayi, chalte hue saree ka pallu thoda ud gaya, gori peeth ka hissa dikh gaya blouse ke neeche se, tension build ho rahi thi—tailor ka dil dhadak gaya, socha "Yeh madam... kitni hot hai yaar."
Kuch minute baad tailor utha, aur bina awaaz kiye bedroom ki taraf badh gaya—jaise uska haq ho us ghar ka. Darwaza thoda khula tha, woh andar ghus gaya, lock kar diya andar se click ki awaaz ke saath. Mummy shocked ho gayi, peeche mud kar dekha—woh blouse utaar rahi thi, buttons ek ek kar ke khol rahi thi, deep cleavage expose ho gaya tha, phir poora blouse kandhon se neeche sarak gaya, boobs bahar aaye heavy heavy, nipples pe doodh ki boondein tapak rahi thi. "Ji... aap yahan? Yeh private room hai mera, bahar wait karo please!" Mummy ne jaldi se haath se boobs cover kiye, peeche mud gayi sharm se, gori peeth poori expose ho gayi tailor ko—wide back, kamar ka curve, petticoat ki line thighs pe. Tailor control nahi kar paya, usne apna shirt utaar diya, pants bhi kholi—poora nanga ho gaya top to bottom, 9 inch ka lund khada hua jaise taiyar ho, aur mummy ke peeche aa gaya. "Madam... sorry, bas help karne aaya... aap itni sundar ho, ruk nahi pa raha main." Mummy ko pata tha woh kamre mein hai, lock ki awaaz sun li thi, par woh ignore kar rahi thi, ek naya blouse uthayi—yeh peeche se hook wala tha. Woh blouse pehenne lagi, boobs adjust karte hue, phir sharm se boli, awaaz dheemi si, "Ji... yeh hook peeche se hai, aap... aap laga do na please? Bas jaldi se, bacche aa jayenge college se." Tailor ka dil khushi se bhar gaya, woh bohot kareeb aa gaya—mummy ki peeth se chipak gaya, haath kamar pe rakhe jaise animal ki tarah, ungliyaan nails gadate hue gori skin mein, "Madam... haan, lagata hoon... kitni soft skin hai aapki, jaise silk."
Mummy chowk gayi, jism kamp gaya, "Aah... ji, dard ho raha hai, nakhoon mat gadaiye... dhire se." Par tailor ruk nahi paya, dono haathon se blouse ke andar slip kar gaya haath—dono boobs ko bahar se pakda, zor zor se squeeze karne laga, jaise poore jism ki jaan nikal raha ho. Mummy ka muh se moan nikal gaya, "Aaaaaahhhhh..., bas karo! Yeh kya... oh god, dhire... aaaah!" Tailor swrag mein pahunch gaya, usne kabhi itna soft aur squeezy kuch touch nahi kiya tha—boobs haathon mein ghul rahe the, doodh spray hone laga pressure se, geela ho gaye haath. "Madam... yeh boobs toh jaan le lengi kisi ko... kitne perfect hain, doodh bhi nikal raha hai... main mar jaunga sir ke haath se, par fir bhi karunga yeh." Woh blouse hi phaad diya zor se, mummy poori topless ho gayi—boobs bounce karte hue bahar aaye, heavy aur full. Mummy ne jaldi haath se cover karne ki koshish ki, "Nahi... mat karo aisa, please... sharm aa rahi hai mujhe" Par haath chhote the, cover nahi ho paye poore, flesh bahar sarak raha tha sharm se laal hone se.
Tailor ruk gaya ek minute baad, haath hataaye, "Sorry madam... control nahi hua, aap itni hot ho. Ab yeh blouse try karo, fitting check karte hain sahi se." Mummy ne usko dekha, chehra abhi bhi laal, par thoda calm hokar blouse liya, "Ji... theek hai, bas ab galat mat karna... help kar do pehenne mein." Tailor ne gentle hokar blouse pehnaya, hooks lagaye peeche se—haath mummy ki peeth pe phirte hue, phir aage se haath badhaya, boobs dabaye fitting check karte hue, "Madam... perfect lag raha hai, aap goddess jaise dikhti ho ismein." Mummy ne sweet moan kiya, "Umm... ji, bas... stop it na, sharm aa rahi hai." Par woh nahi ruke, kuch last hard squeezes diye, "Madam, yeh boobs... squeeze karne mein maza aa raha hai, soft jaise cotton ke bane hue hai" Mummy ne hans di sharm se, "Arre... aap bhi na, itna bolte ho... ab dusra try karte hain." Ek ek karke saare blouses try kiye—har baar tailor peeche se hooks lagata, phir aage se haath badhata, boobs dabata hard aur soft, "Yeh wala tight hai madam... cleavage deep ho gaya, sundar lag rahi ho." Mummy moan karti rahi, "Aah..., dhire... aaaah, theek hai yeh... agla pehno." Tension badh rahi thi har touch se, mummy ka jism garam ho raha tha, saree ki kamar khul gayi thi jhukte hue, navel poora expose.
Saare blouses check karne ke baad, tailor ne mummy ko poora nanga kar diya upar se—blouse utaar diya last wala, boobs free ho gaye, "Madam... ab doodh pila do na mujhe, yeh doodh waste mat karo... please, ek baar." Mummy hesitate hui, par sharm se muskurayi, "yeh kya keh rahe ho? Par... theek hai, bas thoda sa hi." Woh bed ke edge pe baith gayi, tailor ko bulaya, "Aa jao... let jao yahan, sir mere dudu pe rakh lo." Tailor let gaya, turant ek dudu pakda, wild suck karne laga—chup chup ki awaaz poore kamre mein gunj rahi thi, doodh nikal raha tha zor zor se. Mummy moan kar rahi thi hard, "Aaaah... , dhire chuso na... umm, aaaah!" Tailor dusre boob ko squeeze kar raha tha, doodh uske chehre pe, gale pe, seene pe tapak raha tha—saara dry kar diya dono dudu ko, "Madam... kitna tasty hai yeh, creamy aur garam... aur chahiye." Mummy ki saansein tez, "Bas... khatam ab, ruk jao."
Phir tailor utha, mummy ko pakda aur doggystyle position mein kar diya bed pe saree upar utha di, petticoat ke neeche panty dikhi, usne panty neeche khinchi, apna 9 inch ka lund mummy ki pussy ke entrance pe rub karne laga, "Madam... ab main andar jaunga, ready ho jao... yeh maza de dunga." Mummy darr gayi, peeche mud kar boli, "Nahi... raham karo, please! Yeh galat hai, mat karo... aaaah, haath hatao!" Par tailor nahi mana, kamar dono taraf se mazbooti se pakda, ek bada sa jhatka diya poora lund andar ghusa gaya, khoon tapakne laga pussy se, mummy ka zor ka chillaahat nikal gaya, "Aaaaaahhhhhh..., dard ho raha hai! Bahar nikalo na, please... aaaah!" Jaise college se bhi sunai de jaaye. Tailor heaven mein tha, chodne laga bohot joro se mummy ko, jaise pornstar bhi haar jaaye, har second mein 4-5 shots, pussy mein dhakke. Mummy moan kar rahi thi bohot zor se, "Aaaah... dhire , aaaah... ruk jao na!" Boobs jhatke se giggle kar rahe the fast, bed hil raha tha.
10 minute baad position change ki, mummy ko bed pe litaya, missionary mein badal diya, dono taangein pakdi, lund fir se mummy ki chut pe rakha, zor zor se ander ghusa kar mummy ko chodne laga, "Madam... yeh position mein aur maza aa raha hai, dekh kitna andar ja raha hai." Mummy aa gayi orgasm se, "Aaaah... , bas... aaaah!" Uncle dudu dabaye bohot hard, ek second bhi nahi chhoda, "Yeh boobs... squeeze karte rahunga saari zindagi." Aur 10 minute aise hi chala, mummy ki saansein ruk si gayi.
Aakhir mein tailor ne mummy ko uthaya hawa mein, baahon mein pakad kar shots diye air mein deep andar tak tailor apna virg ghusa diya mumm yke pet mein, "Madam... yeh lo mera pyar!" Phir rest liya thoda, fir 1 ghanta aur choda mummy ko. 11 baje aaya tha woh, ab 1 baj rahe the, ghanto chala yeh sab. Aakhir mein fir doodh piya dudu se, jo beech mein jama ho gaya tha dudu chusa mummy ka pura khatam hone tak, "Madam... yeh doodh toh amrit hai." Phir mummy ko nanga kar ke item song pe dance karwaya, "Nach lo madam... yeh body ke liye bana hai." phir wo tailor 2 baje chala gaya. Mummy ne saree pehni, humein college se lene gayi, ghar aaye rest kiya sabne. Mummy tailor ke bache se pregnant ho gayi thi, Mukesh uncle ne socha ye unka bacha hai, par sirf mummy jaanti thi sach.
(Yeh imaginary scene yahan khatam. Actual story mein tailor sirf blouses de kar chala gaya.)
Dopahar ke waqt ghar mein ek aisi shaanti thi jaise duniya ruk si gayi ho—sirf Ishaan ki halki si saansein aur bahar se aati hui hawa ki awaaz. Mummy rest kar rahi thi bedroom mein, saree thodi si loose ho gayi thi sote hue, kamar ka gora hissa expose ho gaya tha blanket ke neeche se, navel ki deep line chamak rahi thi halki roshni mein—woh soch rahi thi uncle ke subah ke kiss ke baare mein, dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Tabhi doorbell ki awaaz aayi, jaise koi unexpected mehmaan aa gaya ho. Mummy jaldi se uthi, pallu theek kiya, blouse ke buttons check kiye—sab tight the, lekin top wala thoda loose lag raha tha pressure se—andar doodh bhara hua tha abhi bhi thoda sa. Woh darwaze ki taraf badhi, chalte hue saree ki kamar thodi neeche sarak gayi, gori pet ka curve dikh raha tha mirror mein se guzarte hue, tension badh rahi thi andar hi andar—kyunki woh akeli thi ghar pe.
Darwaza khola toh bahar tailor khada tha, haath mein saare blouses ka bada sa packet, chehre pe ek halki si muskurahat—jaise usne socha ho ki mummy ko surprise milega. "Namaste madam ji... aapke blouses ready ho gaye hain, kal dopahar tak laane ka waada tha na? Yeh le lijiye, bilkul perfect ho gaye hain." Mummy ne smile di, sharm se nazar thodi neeche kar li, kyuki usko yaad tha kal uncle ne kaise jealous hokar measurement liya tha—aur yeh tailor us waqt bahar wait kar raha tha. "Arre haan ji... thank you bohot, itni jaldi kar diye? Aaiye na andar, paani pilati hoon pehle... garmi bohot hai bahar." Tailor ne sir hilaya, "Ji madam, bilkul... thoda sa rest kar loon, dukaan se yahan tak chal kar aaya hoon." Mummy ne darwaza andar se band kiya, aur dono living room ki taraf badhe—mummy chal rahi thi aage, uski saree hawa mein halki si ud rahi thi peeche se, wide hips ka sway tailor ki nazar mein aa gaya, woh thoda peeche reh gaya taaki aur dekhe.
Living room mein tailor sofa pe baith gaya, packet side mein rakha, aur mummy kitchen ki taraf gayi paani ka glass bharne. Woh glass le kar wapas aayi, jhuk kar tailor ko diya—us waqt pallu thoda sa fisal gaya, deep cleavage expose ho gaya blouse ke top button loose hone se, gori skin chamak rahi thi dopahar ki dhoop se jo window se aa rahi thi. Tailor ka haath glass lete hue mummy ke haath se touch ho gaya—ungliyaan halke se ragdi, jaise jaan boojh kar kar raha ho. Mummy ko ehsaas hua, woh jaldi se haath peeche khinchi, "Arre... sorry ji, glass thoda slip ho gaya tha." Tailor ne paani piya ek ghutak, phir glass side mein rakha—uski nazar mummy pe atki hui thi, aur andar se uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha, pant mein tightness mehsoos ho rahi thi tailor ko, jaise current daud gaya ho. "Madam ji... aap baithiye na mere paas baat karte hain, blouse ke baare mein bataiye, fitting theek hai na?" Mummy hesitate hui, sochi "Yeh kya keh rahe hain... par guest hain, mana karna galat lagega," phir dheere se boli, awaaz mein thodi si ghabrahat, "Ji... theek hai, bas thoda der baithti hoon." Woh sofa pe tailor ke bagal mein baith gayi, thoda door rakha pehle, lekin tailor ne haath badhaya aur uski kamar pe halka sa haath rakh diya—jaise support dene ke liye, lekin ungliyaan gori skin pe phir rahi thi saree ke upar se.
Mummy ka jism kamp gaya touch se, woh peeche hatne ki koshish ki lekin tailor ne grip tight kar li thodi si, "Arre madam ji... relax kijiye na, aap itni sundar hain, tension kyun? Mukesh ji ne toh bola tha aap unki special friend hain... aapke pet mein koi baby toh nahi hai na?" Tailor ki awaaz mein ek lust bhara tone tha, haath kamar se neeche sarak gaya navel ki taraf—saree ki kamar neeche thi toh gora pet expose tha, ungli navel ke around ghumne lagi. Mummy nervous ho gayi bohot, chehra laal, awaaz kampte hue, "N-nahi ji... baby nahi hai, abhi Ishaan hi mera chhota sa beta hai... aap haath hata dijiye na, yeh kya kar rahe hain?" Par woh uth nahi payi, jaise dar se chipak gayi ho sofa se, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha—expose navel pe ungli ka touch jaise aag laga raha ho. Tailor ne muskuraya, aur bola lust se bhari awaaz mein, "Madam... ek baby chahiye na aapko? Itna perfect figure hai aapka, pet bhi flat aur soft... main bana doon kya? Sirf ek baar try kar lo." Mummy kuch bol hi nahi payi, sir hilaya naa mein lekin awaaz nahi nikli, nervous thi bohot—unki saansein tez ho gayi, blouse ke andar doodh ka pressure mehsoos ho raha tha, nipples hard ho gaye tension se.
Tailor ko aur himmat mil gayi, usne haath aage badhaya, mummy ke blouse pe rakha—left boob pe halka sa squeeze diya, jaise check kar raha ho fabric. Mummy ka muh se zor ka moan nikal gaya, "Aaaahhhh... ji, bas karo na! Yeh kya... stop it please, aap tailor hain na, yeh galat hai!" Woh khadi hone ki koshish ki, lekin tailor ne haath nahi hataaya, aur squeeze aur tight kar diya thoda sa, "Madam... sorry, bas fitting check kar raha tha... aapke boobs itne soft hain, blouse mein perfect lagege." Mummy sharm se marne ko ho gayi, chehra haath se chhupane ko bana lekin packet utha liya blouses ka, "Ji... ab jaaiye, paise de deti hoon... yeh sab le lijiye. tailor hans pada, "Arre madam, itna jaldi? Thoda toh time do na... aap try kar lo blouses, main help karunga." Mummy ne ek naughty si nazar di usko mai bedroom mein try karti hoon, aap yahin wait karo." Woh packet le kar andar chali gayi, chalte hue saree ka pallu thoda ud gaya, gori peeth ka hissa dikh gaya blouse ke neeche se, tension build ho rahi thi—tailor ka dil dhadak gaya, socha "Yeh madam... kitni hot hai yaar."
Kuch minute baad tailor utha, aur bina awaaz kiye bedroom ki taraf badh gaya—jaise uska haq ho us ghar ka. Darwaza thoda khula tha, woh andar ghus gaya, lock kar diya andar se click ki awaaz ke saath. Mummy shocked ho gayi, peeche mud kar dekha—woh blouse utaar rahi thi, buttons ek ek kar ke khol rahi thi, deep cleavage expose ho gaya tha, phir poora blouse kandhon se neeche sarak gaya, boobs bahar aaye heavy heavy, nipples pe doodh ki boondein tapak rahi thi. "Ji... aap yahan? Yeh private room hai mera, bahar wait karo please!" Mummy ne jaldi se haath se boobs cover kiye, peeche mud gayi sharm se, gori peeth poori expose ho gayi tailor ko—wide back, kamar ka curve, petticoat ki line thighs pe. Tailor control nahi kar paya, usne apna shirt utaar diya, pants bhi kholi—poora nanga ho gaya top to bottom, 9 inch ka lund khada hua jaise taiyar ho, aur mummy ke peeche aa gaya. "Madam... sorry, bas help karne aaya... aap itni sundar ho, ruk nahi pa raha main." Mummy ko pata tha woh kamre mein hai, lock ki awaaz sun li thi, par woh ignore kar rahi thi, ek naya blouse uthayi—yeh peeche se hook wala tha. Woh blouse pehenne lagi, boobs adjust karte hue, phir sharm se boli, awaaz dheemi si, "Ji... yeh hook peeche se hai, aap... aap laga do na please? Bas jaldi se, bacche aa jayenge college se." Tailor ka dil khushi se bhar gaya, woh bohot kareeb aa gaya—mummy ki peeth se chipak gaya, haath kamar pe rakhe jaise animal ki tarah, ungliyaan nails gadate hue gori skin mein, "Madam... haan, lagata hoon... kitni soft skin hai aapki, jaise silk."
Mummy chowk gayi, jism kamp gaya, "Aah... ji, dard ho raha hai, nakhoon mat gadaiye... dhire se." Par tailor ruk nahi paya, dono haathon se blouse ke andar slip kar gaya haath—dono boobs ko bahar se pakda, zor zor se squeeze karne laga, jaise poore jism ki jaan nikal raha ho. Mummy ka muh se moan nikal gaya, "Aaaaaahhhhh..., bas karo! Yeh kya... oh god, dhire... aaaah!" Tailor swrag mein pahunch gaya, usne kabhi itna soft aur squeezy kuch touch nahi kiya tha—boobs haathon mein ghul rahe the, doodh spray hone laga pressure se, geela ho gaye haath. "Madam... yeh boobs toh jaan le lengi kisi ko... kitne perfect hain, doodh bhi nikal raha hai... main mar jaunga sir ke haath se, par fir bhi karunga yeh." Woh blouse hi phaad diya zor se, mummy poori topless ho gayi—boobs bounce karte hue bahar aaye, heavy aur full. Mummy ne jaldi haath se cover karne ki koshish ki, "Nahi... mat karo aisa, please... sharm aa rahi hai mujhe" Par haath chhote the, cover nahi ho paye poore, flesh bahar sarak raha tha sharm se laal hone se.
Tailor ruk gaya ek minute baad, haath hataaye, "Sorry madam... control nahi hua, aap itni hot ho. Ab yeh blouse try karo, fitting check karte hain sahi se." Mummy ne usko dekha, chehra abhi bhi laal, par thoda calm hokar blouse liya, "Ji... theek hai, bas ab galat mat karna... help kar do pehenne mein." Tailor ne gentle hokar blouse pehnaya, hooks lagaye peeche se—haath mummy ki peeth pe phirte hue, phir aage se haath badhaya, boobs dabaye fitting check karte hue, "Madam... perfect lag raha hai, aap goddess jaise dikhti ho ismein." Mummy ne sweet moan kiya, "Umm... ji, bas... stop it na, sharm aa rahi hai." Par woh nahi ruke, kuch last hard squeezes diye, "Madam, yeh boobs... squeeze karne mein maza aa raha hai, soft jaise cotton ke bane hue hai" Mummy ne hans di sharm se, "Arre... aap bhi na, itna bolte ho... ab dusra try karte hain." Ek ek karke saare blouses try kiye—har baar tailor peeche se hooks lagata, phir aage se haath badhata, boobs dabata hard aur soft, "Yeh wala tight hai madam... cleavage deep ho gaya, sundar lag rahi ho." Mummy moan karti rahi, "Aah..., dhire... aaaah, theek hai yeh... agla pehno." Tension badh rahi thi har touch se, mummy ka jism garam ho raha tha, saree ki kamar khul gayi thi jhukte hue, navel poora expose.
Saare blouses check karne ke baad, tailor ne mummy ko poora nanga kar diya upar se—blouse utaar diya last wala, boobs free ho gaye, "Madam... ab doodh pila do na mujhe, yeh doodh waste mat karo... please, ek baar." Mummy hesitate hui, par sharm se muskurayi, "yeh kya keh rahe ho? Par... theek hai, bas thoda sa hi." Woh bed ke edge pe baith gayi, tailor ko bulaya, "Aa jao... let jao yahan, sir mere dudu pe rakh lo." Tailor let gaya, turant ek dudu pakda, wild suck karne laga—chup chup ki awaaz poore kamre mein gunj rahi thi, doodh nikal raha tha zor zor se. Mummy moan kar rahi thi hard, "Aaaah... , dhire chuso na... umm, aaaah!" Tailor dusre boob ko squeeze kar raha tha, doodh uske chehre pe, gale pe, seene pe tapak raha tha—saara dry kar diya dono dudu ko, "Madam... kitna tasty hai yeh, creamy aur garam... aur chahiye." Mummy ki saansein tez, "Bas... khatam ab, ruk jao."
Phir tailor utha, mummy ko pakda aur doggystyle position mein kar diya bed pe saree upar utha di, petticoat ke neeche panty dikhi, usne panty neeche khinchi, apna 9 inch ka lund mummy ki pussy ke entrance pe rub karne laga, "Madam... ab main andar jaunga, ready ho jao... yeh maza de dunga." Mummy darr gayi, peeche mud kar boli, "Nahi... raham karo, please! Yeh galat hai, mat karo... aaaah, haath hatao!" Par tailor nahi mana, kamar dono taraf se mazbooti se pakda, ek bada sa jhatka diya poora lund andar ghusa gaya, khoon tapakne laga pussy se, mummy ka zor ka chillaahat nikal gaya, "Aaaaaahhhhhh..., dard ho raha hai! Bahar nikalo na, please... aaaah!" Jaise college se bhi sunai de jaaye. Tailor heaven mein tha, chodne laga bohot joro se mummy ko, jaise pornstar bhi haar jaaye, har second mein 4-5 shots, pussy mein dhakke. Mummy moan kar rahi thi bohot zor se, "Aaaah... dhire , aaaah... ruk jao na!" Boobs jhatke se giggle kar rahe the fast, bed hil raha tha.
10 minute baad position change ki, mummy ko bed pe litaya, missionary mein badal diya, dono taangein pakdi, lund fir se mummy ki chut pe rakha, zor zor se ander ghusa kar mummy ko chodne laga, "Madam... yeh position mein aur maza aa raha hai, dekh kitna andar ja raha hai." Mummy aa gayi orgasm se, "Aaaah... , bas... aaaah!" Uncle dudu dabaye bohot hard, ek second bhi nahi chhoda, "Yeh boobs... squeeze karte rahunga saari zindagi." Aur 10 minute aise hi chala, mummy ki saansein ruk si gayi.
Aakhir mein tailor ne mummy ko uthaya hawa mein, baahon mein pakad kar shots diye air mein deep andar tak tailor apna virg ghusa diya mumm yke pet mein, "Madam... yeh lo mera pyar!" Phir rest liya thoda, fir 1 ghanta aur choda mummy ko. 11 baje aaya tha woh, ab 1 baj rahe the, ghanto chala yeh sab. Aakhir mein fir doodh piya dudu se, jo beech mein jama ho gaya tha dudu chusa mummy ka pura khatam hone tak, "Madam... yeh doodh toh amrit hai." Phir mummy ko nanga kar ke item song pe dance karwaya, "Nach lo madam... yeh body ke liye bana hai." phir wo tailor 2 baje chala gaya. Mummy ne saree pehni, humein college se lene gayi, ghar aaye rest kiya sabne. Mummy tailor ke bache se pregnant ho gayi thi, Mukesh uncle ne socha ye unka bacha hai, par sirf mummy jaanti thi sach.
(Yeh imaginary scene yahan khatam. Actual story mein tailor sirf blouses de kar chala gaya.)
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