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Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani
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Are you dumb or what konsi police officer aisa karti hai or maa bete ke rishte ka mazak bana diya maa bete tak hi rakhte or vo chutiya kartik usme bhi kya kiya or chalo vo to javan h lekin y pooja isne to randio wala kaam kardiya bakwas maine socha bohot achhi story ho hi lekin nahi ye bas ek adultery story hai ek kaam karo jab vikram mile to usko bhi lund pooja ke mooh me de dna choos legi achhe se bachhe bhi paida kar waadena faaltu story
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Mast jabarjast jindabad update jis kisi ko ye pasand nahi aaya vo apni story khud likh le pata chal jayega story likne mai
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Part 16
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Jab Pooja Ravi se poochtach kar rhi thi tab ghar me kuch aur hi raas leela chal rhi thi Kamla aur Kartik ke beech.
Kamla Devi ghar ki purani naukrani thi—50 saal ki umar mein bhi uska badan abhi tak sudaul tha, uski moti kamar aur bharpoor chhatiyan uski saree mein saaf dikhayi deti thi.
Uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si chulbulahat aur tajurba jhalakta tha. Woh Pooja ke ghar mein tab se kaam karti thi jab Kartik paida bhi nahi hua tha, aur ghar ke har raaz se wakif thi.
Kartik use hamesha “Kamla Aunty” kehte tha, ek ijjat aur pyar ka rishta jo saalon se bana hua tha.
Lekin ek baat jo sirf Kartik aur Kamla ke beech thi, woh yeh thi ki jab Kartik 20 saal ka tha, ek raat jab ghar khali tha, Kamla ne use apne paas bulaya tha aur dono ke beech pehli baar jismani rishta bana tha.
Us waqt se yeh baat ek raaz ban gayi thi, lekin Kamla ke dil mein Kartik ke liye ek alag si chahat baki thi.
Ek din subah, jab Pooja station ke liye nikal chuki thi, Kamla kitchen mein bartan saaf kar rahi thi.
Usne apni purani si dhani saree pehni thi, jo uske pasine se thodi geeli ho chuki thi, aur uska pallu bar-bar gir raha tha.
Kartik apne ghar par hi tha aur kitchen mein paani pine ke liye ruka. Usne ek glass uthaya, paani bhara, aur jaise hi peene laga, Kamla ne apna kaam rok diya.
Usne apne haathon ko ek gande kapde se pochha, apni saree ka pallu thik kiya, aur Kartik ki taraf mudkar boli, “Kartik beta, zara idhar aana. Mujhe tujhse baat karni hai.”
Kartik ne glass neeche rakha aur thodi si hairani se bola, “Kamla Aunty, kya baat hai? Sab thik hai na?” Kamla ka chehra thoda sa Serious tha. Woh uske paas aayi aur dheere se boli, “Kartik, main sab jaanti hoon—tu aur teri maa… yeh kya chal raha hai?”
Kartik ka chehra ekdum laal ho gaya, uska dil zor se dhadka, aur woh sharam se nazrein jhukakar bola, “Kamla Aunty, aap yeh kya keh rahi hain… main samajha nahi.”
Kamla Aunty ne ek thodi si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Sharma mat, beta.
Main kabse dekh rahi hoon—tum dono ke beech wahi pyar nahi jo maa-bete ka hota hai.
Aur mujhe bura nahi lagta… lekin mujhe bhi tera saath chahiye.”
Kartik abhi bhi sharam se bhara tha, lekin Kamla ki baaton mein ek purana rishta aur sachchai thi.
Woh uske aur kareeb aayi, apna haath dheere se uski pant par rakha, jahan uska lund thoda sa tanav mehsoos kar raha tha.
“Tera yeh lund abhi bhi mujhe yaad hai, Kartik,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek purani yaad ko zinda karte hue.
Kartik ke dil mein ek hulchul hui—20 saal ki umar mein Kamla ke saath woh pehla waakya uske zehan mein taza ho gaya, jab usne uski choot ko pehli baar chhua tha.
Usne bola, “Kamla Aunty, yeh thik nahi… aapki mai bohot izzat karta hun, aur agar Maa ko pata chala toh?”
Kamla ne uski baat kaat di aur boli, “Pooja ko main sambhaal lungi. Lekin abhi yahan sirf tu aur main hain… aur meri dil ki ichchha bhi poori honi chahiye.”
Kamla ne apni saree ka pallu neeche giraya, phir dheere se saree ko apni kamar tak uthayi.
Usne Kartik ko zameen par bitha diya—kitchen ki thandi tiles par—aur apni taangein kholkar uske muh ke paas apni choot rakhi.
Uski choot par thodi si safed jhaantein thi, aur ek halki si garmi aur geelapan usmein se mehsoos ho raha tha.
“Chaato ise, Kartik,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek purana hukum dekar. Kartik ne pehle thodi hichkichahat ki, lekin Kamla ki geeli choot ko dekhkar uska muh apne aap uski taraf badha.
Usne apni jeebh se uski choot ko chhua—ek halka sa namkeen swaad uski zabaan par aaya, aur uski choot ke honthon ke beech thodi si garmi thi.
“Aah… Kartik… yeh kitna accha lagta hai… ooh,” Kamla ne siski li, apne haathon se Kartik ke baal pakadkar uska muh apni choot mein dabaya.
Kartik ne apni jeebh ko tezi se chalaya, uski choot ke honthon ko chaata, aur uske chhote se daane ko chaat'te hue chusa.
Kamla ki siskiyaan tezi se badh gayi, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko aise hi chaat… aah… tu kitna achha karta hai… bilkul pehle jaisa.”
Phir Kamla ne Kartik ko khada kiya, apni saree ko poori tarah kamar tak uthayi, aur boli, “Aaj meri gaand mein daal, Kartik. Mujhe woh maza chahiye jo tune pehle kabhi nahi diya.”
Kartik thodi der ke liye ruk gaya, lekin Kamla ki aankhon mein ek aag thi jo use rok nahi saki.
Usne kitchen ke shelf se ek chhoti si tel ki shishi uthayi, apne lund par thoda sa tel lagaya—uske lund ka supada chamak utha—aur Kamla ki taraf mud gaya aur thoda tel apne hath me lekar unke gaand ke ched par lagane laga.
Usne apni ek ungli gaand ke andar bahar karni shuru kardi. Kamla ne apni gaand uski taraf ki, apne haathon se tiles par sahara liya, aur boli, “Dheere se shuru kar, beta, lekin phir zor se karna.”
Kartik ne apna lund Kamla ki tight gaand ke chhed par rakha. Uski gaand ka chhed chhota aur sakht tha, umar ke saath thoda sa dheelapan aaya tha, lekin abhi bhi woh kasi hui thi.
Tel ke bawajood pehla dhakka mushkil tha. Usne dheere se dabaya, aur lund ka supada andar ghus gaya. “Aah… Aunty… teri gaand kitni tight hai… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, apne haathon se Kamla ki moti kamar pakadte hue. Kamla ne ek halki si cheekh maari, “Aah… thoda dard ho raha hai… lekin rukna mat… dheere-dheere poora daal.”
Kartik ne apna lund thoda aur andar dhakela, tel ki madad se woh dheere-dheere Kamla ki gaand mein ghus gaya.
Jab poora lund andar chala gaya, Kamla Aunty ki saansen tezi se chalne lagi, “Ooh… Kartik… yeh kitna gehra lag raha hai… ab zor se kar, beta.”
Kartik ne apni raftar badha di, piche se zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke ke saath uska lund Kamla ki gaand mein andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur tel ki wajah se ek halki si chhap-chhap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Kamla ki gaand ke manshpeshiyan uske lund ko jakad rahe the, aur uski siskiyaan kitchen mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Kartik… meri gaand phaad do… ooh… yeh maza alag hai.”
Kartik ne uski gaand par ek thappad mara, uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha, aur bola, “Aunty, teri gaand ka yeh jakdan mujhe pagal kar raha hai… aah.”
Usne tezi se dhakke mare, uska lund Kamla ki gaand ke andar tak ja raha tha, aur har dhakke ke saath Kamla ki cheekhein badh rahi thi, “Ooh… Kartik… aur zor se… meri gaand ko poora bhar do… aah… yeh pehli baar itna gehra lag raha hai.”
Aakhir mein, Kartik ka lund ek zor daar dhakke ke saath jhad gaya—uska veerya Kamla ki gaand mein bhar gaya, aur Kamla Aunty bhi apni choot ko haath se ragadte hue jhad gayi, uska ras tiles par tapak gaya.
Dono haanfte hue zameen par baith gaye, pasine se tar-batar. Kamla ne Kartik ki taraf dekha aur boli, “Kartik beta, yeh maza main kabhi nahi bhoolungi.
20 saal ki umar mein tune meri choot ko chhua tha, aur aaj meri gaand ko bhi yaadgaar bana diya.”
Kartik ne thodi sharam ke saath kaha, “Kamla Aunty, aap mere liye hamesha khas rahi hain… lekin Maa ke saath jo hai, woh alag hai. Yeh baat hum dono ke beech rahegi.”
Kamla ne hanskar bola, “Wada hai, beta. Yeh raaz mere saath dab jayega, lekin jab dil kare, mujhe bula lena. Teri aunty abhi bhi jawan hai tere liye.”
Kartik ne ek chhoti si muskurahat di aur bola, “Kamla Aunty, aapka yeh pyar bhi alag hai.” Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, aur kitchen mein ek nayi samajhdari ke saath sannata chha gaya.
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Jab Pooja Ravi se poochtach kar rhi thi tab ghar me kuch aur hi raas leela chal rhi thi Kamla aur Kartik ke beech.
Kamla Devi ghar ki purani naukrani thi—50 saal ki umar mein bhi uska badan abhi tak sudaul tha, uski moti kamar aur bharpoor chhatiyan uski saree mein saaf dikhayi deti thi.
Uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si chulbulahat aur tajurba jhalakta tha. Woh Pooja ke ghar mein tab se kaam karti thi jab Kartik paida bhi nahi hua tha, aur ghar ke har raaz se wakif thi.
Kartik use hamesha “Kamla Aunty” kehte tha, ek ijjat aur pyar ka rishta jo saalon se bana hua tha.
Lekin ek baat jo sirf Kartik aur Kamla ke beech thi, woh yeh thi ki jab Kartik 20 saal ka tha, ek raat jab ghar khali tha, Kamla ne use apne paas bulaya tha aur dono ke beech pehli baar jismani rishta bana tha.
Us waqt se yeh baat ek raaz ban gayi thi, lekin Kamla ke dil mein Kartik ke liye ek alag si chahat baki thi.
Ek din subah, jab Pooja station ke liye nikal chuki thi, Kamla kitchen mein bartan saaf kar rahi thi.
Usne apni purani si dhani saree pehni thi, jo uske pasine se thodi geeli ho chuki thi, aur uska pallu bar-bar gir raha tha.
Kartik apne ghar par hi tha aur kitchen mein paani pine ke liye ruka. Usne ek glass uthaya, paani bhara, aur jaise hi peene laga, Kamla ne apna kaam rok diya.
Usne apne haathon ko ek gande kapde se pochha, apni saree ka pallu thik kiya, aur Kartik ki taraf mudkar boli, “Kartik beta, zara idhar aana. Mujhe tujhse baat karni hai.”
Kartik ne glass neeche rakha aur thodi si hairani se bola, “Kamla Aunty, kya baat hai? Sab thik hai na?” Kamla ka chehra thoda sa Serious tha. Woh uske paas aayi aur dheere se boli, “Kartik, main sab jaanti hoon—tu aur teri maa… yeh kya chal raha hai?”
Kartik ka chehra ekdum laal ho gaya, uska dil zor se dhadka, aur woh sharam se nazrein jhukakar bola, “Kamla Aunty, aap yeh kya keh rahi hain… main samajha nahi.”
Kamla Aunty ne ek thodi si muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Sharma mat, beta.
Main kabse dekh rahi hoon—tum dono ke beech wahi pyar nahi jo maa-bete ka hota hai.
Aur mujhe bura nahi lagta… lekin mujhe bhi tera saath chahiye.”
Kartik abhi bhi sharam se bhara tha, lekin Kamla ki baaton mein ek purana rishta aur sachchai thi.
Woh uske aur kareeb aayi, apna haath dheere se uski pant par rakha, jahan uska lund thoda sa tanav mehsoos kar raha tha.
“Tera yeh lund abhi bhi mujhe yaad hai, Kartik,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek purani yaad ko zinda karte hue.
Kartik ke dil mein ek hulchul hui—20 saal ki umar mein Kamla ke saath woh pehla waakya uske zehan mein taza ho gaya, jab usne uski choot ko pehli baar chhua tha.
Usne bola, “Kamla Aunty, yeh thik nahi… aapki mai bohot izzat karta hun, aur agar Maa ko pata chala toh?”
Kamla ne uski baat kaat di aur boli, “Pooja ko main sambhaal lungi. Lekin abhi yahan sirf tu aur main hain… aur meri dil ki ichchha bhi poori honi chahiye.”
Kamla ne apni saree ka pallu neeche giraya, phir dheere se saree ko apni kamar tak uthayi.
Usne Kartik ko zameen par bitha diya—kitchen ki thandi tiles par—aur apni taangein kholkar uske muh ke paas apni choot rakhi.
Uski choot par thodi si safed jhaantein thi, aur ek halki si garmi aur geelapan usmein se mehsoos ho raha tha.
“Chaato ise, Kartik,” usne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek purana hukum dekar. Kartik ne pehle thodi hichkichahat ki, lekin Kamla ki geeli choot ko dekhkar uska muh apne aap uski taraf badha.
Usne apni jeebh se uski choot ko chhua—ek halka sa namkeen swaad uski zabaan par aaya, aur uski choot ke honthon ke beech thodi si garmi thi.
“Aah… Kartik… yeh kitna accha lagta hai… ooh,” Kamla ne siski li, apne haathon se Kartik ke baal pakadkar uska muh apni choot mein dabaya.
Kartik ne apni jeebh ko tezi se chalaya, uski choot ke honthon ko chaata, aur uske chhote se daane ko chaat'te hue chusa.
Kamla ki siskiyaan tezi se badh gayi, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko aise hi chaat… aah… tu kitna achha karta hai… bilkul pehle jaisa.”
Phir Kamla ne Kartik ko khada kiya, apni saree ko poori tarah kamar tak uthayi, aur boli, “Aaj meri gaand mein daal, Kartik. Mujhe woh maza chahiye jo tune pehle kabhi nahi diya.”
Kartik thodi der ke liye ruk gaya, lekin Kamla ki aankhon mein ek aag thi jo use rok nahi saki.
Usne kitchen ke shelf se ek chhoti si tel ki shishi uthayi, apne lund par thoda sa tel lagaya—uske lund ka supada chamak utha—aur Kamla ki taraf mud gaya aur thoda tel apne hath me lekar unke gaand ke ched par lagane laga.
Usne apni ek ungli gaand ke andar bahar karni shuru kardi. Kamla ne apni gaand uski taraf ki, apne haathon se tiles par sahara liya, aur boli, “Dheere se shuru kar, beta, lekin phir zor se karna.”
Kartik ne apna lund Kamla ki tight gaand ke chhed par rakha. Uski gaand ka chhed chhota aur sakht tha, umar ke saath thoda sa dheelapan aaya tha, lekin abhi bhi woh kasi hui thi.
Tel ke bawajood pehla dhakka mushkil tha. Usne dheere se dabaya, aur lund ka supada andar ghus gaya. “Aah… Aunty… teri gaand kitni tight hai… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, apne haathon se Kamla ki moti kamar pakadte hue. Kamla ne ek halki si cheekh maari, “Aah… thoda dard ho raha hai… lekin rukna mat… dheere-dheere poora daal.”
Kartik ne apna lund thoda aur andar dhakela, tel ki madad se woh dheere-dheere Kamla ki gaand mein ghus gaya.
Jab poora lund andar chala gaya, Kamla Aunty ki saansen tezi se chalne lagi, “Ooh… Kartik… yeh kitna gehra lag raha hai… ab zor se kar, beta.”
Kartik ne apni raftar badha di, piche se zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke ke saath uska lund Kamla ki gaand mein andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur tel ki wajah se ek halki si chhap-chhap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Kamla ki gaand ke manshpeshiyan uske lund ko jakad rahe the, aur uski siskiyaan kitchen mein goonj rahi thi, “Aah… Kartik… meri gaand phaad do… ooh… yeh maza alag hai.”
Kartik ne uski gaand par ek thappad mara, uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha, aur bola, “Aunty, teri gaand ka yeh jakdan mujhe pagal kar raha hai… aah.”
Usne tezi se dhakke mare, uska lund Kamla ki gaand ke andar tak ja raha tha, aur har dhakke ke saath Kamla ki cheekhein badh rahi thi, “Ooh… Kartik… aur zor se… meri gaand ko poora bhar do… aah… yeh pehli baar itna gehra lag raha hai.”
Aakhir mein, Kartik ka lund ek zor daar dhakke ke saath jhad gaya—uska veerya Kamla ki gaand mein bhar gaya, aur Kamla Aunty bhi apni choot ko haath se ragadte hue jhad gayi, uska ras tiles par tapak gaya.
Dono haanfte hue zameen par baith gaye, pasine se tar-batar. Kamla ne Kartik ki taraf dekha aur boli, “Kartik beta, yeh maza main kabhi nahi bhoolungi.
20 saal ki umar mein tune meri choot ko chhua tha, aur aaj meri gaand ko bhi yaadgaar bana diya.”
Kartik ne thodi sharam ke saath kaha, “Kamla Aunty, aap mere liye hamesha khas rahi hain… lekin Maa ke saath jo hai, woh alag hai. Yeh baat hum dono ke beech rahegi.”
Kamla ne hanskar bola, “Wada hai, beta. Yeh raaz mere saath dab jayega, lekin jab dil kare, mujhe bula lena. Teri aunty abhi bhi jawan hai tere liye.”
Kartik ne ek chhoti si muskurahat di aur bola, “Kamla Aunty, aapka yeh pyar bhi alag hai.” Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, aur kitchen mein ek nayi samajhdari ke saath sannata chha gaya.
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Part 17
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Ek raat, ghar mein ek alag sa sannata tha. Bahar barish ki halki-halki boondein gir rahi thi, aur thandi hawa khidkiyon se andar aa rahi thi.
Pooja thane se ek lambi din ki duty ke baad thaki hui thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini thi jo usse chain se baithne nahi de rahi thi.
Kartik bhi apne college ke kaam se thaka hua tha aur living room mein sofe par baitha TV dekh raha tha.
Ghar mein sirf woh dono the—Kamla Aunty apne gaon gayi thi, aur Colonel Saab apne purane dost ke yahan raat ke liye ruk gaye the.
Pooja ne apni vardi utari, ek halki si nightie pehni—jo uski bharpoor chhatiyon aur sudaul taangon ko saaf dikhati thi—aur Kartik ke paas aayi.
Usne TV band kiya aur dheere se boli, “Kartik, aaj raat kuch alag sa lag raha hai… tu mere kamre mein aaja.”
Kartik ne uski aankhon mein dekha—unmein ek garmi thi, ek chahat jo shabdon se zyada bol rahi thi.
Usne apna remote neeche rakha aur bola, “Maa, aap thaki hui lag rahi ho… aaram nahi karna?” Pooja ne ek halki si muskurahat ke saath uska haath pakda aur boli, “Aaram toh mujhe tere paas aane se hi milega, Kartik.
Chal, aaj main tujhe apne tareeke se khush karna chahti hoon.” Kartik ka dil zor se dhadka, aur woh chupchap Pooja ke peeche uske kamre mein chala gaya.
Kamre mein ek chhoti si dim light jal rahi thi, jo bed par ek naram sa ujala faila rahi thi. Pooja ne darwaza band kiya aur Kartik ko bed ke kinaare bitha diya.
Usne Kartik ke paas baithte hue uski pant ki zip par haath rakha, dheere se zip kholi, aur uski pant neeche sarka di.
Kartik ka lund abhi se tanav mein tha, aur jab Pooja ne uski chaddi neeche ki, woh poori tarah khada ho gaya—mota, lamba, aur garam.
Pooja ne uske lund ko apne haathon mein liya, uski mulayam twacha ko chhuate hue bola, “Kartik, tera yeh lund har baar mujhe nayi si masti deta hai.”
Usne apne honthon ko uske lund ke supade par rakha, ek halki si chummi di, aur phir dheere se muh mein le liya. “Aah… Maa… tumhara muh kitna garam hai… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, apne haathon ko bed par dabate hue.
Pooja ne uske lund ko gehra liya, apni jeebh se uske supade ko chaata, aur dheere-dheere uske poore lund ko chusne lagi.
Uski jeebh uske lund ke neeche ki nas par ghumi, aur woh uske balls ko bhi halke se chhuti.
“Mmm… Kartik… tera lund ka swad kitna meetha hai… aah,” Pooja ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sensual sa rang tha.
Kartik ka jism tharthara raha tha, uske muh se siskiyaan nikal rahi thi, “Ooh… Maa… aur gehra lo… aah… yeh maza alag hai.”
Pooja ne apni raftar badha di, uske lund ko apne gale tak lete hue, aur uski aankhein Kartik ke chehre par thi—uski aankhon mein woh dekh rahi thi ki uska beta kitne maze mein hai.
Usne ek haath se uske lund ki jad pakdi, usse halke se dabaya, aur doosre haath se uski gaand ko chhua.
Jab Kartik ka lund jhadne ke kagaar par pahuncha, Pooja ne usse muh mein rakha, aur uska garam ras uske muh mein bhar gaya.
Usne ek ek boond pi li, apni jeebh se uske lund ko saaf kiya, aur boli, “Kartik, tera yeh ras meri rooh tak utar gaya.”
Phir Kartik ne Pooja ko bed par litaya. Usne uski nightie upar uthayi, uski taangein kholi—Pooja ki choot saaf dikh rahi thi, thodi si geeli, aur uski khushboo kamre mein fail rahi thi.
Kartik ne apna chehra uski choot ke paas laya, uski khushboo ko mehsus kiya, aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot ka swad mujhe pagal kar deta hai.”
Usne apni jeebh se uski choot ke honthon ko chhua, ek lambi si chaat maari, aur Pooja ke muh se ek zor ki siski nikli, “Aah… Kartik… aur kar… ooh… yeh kitna garam lag raha hai.”
Kartik ne apni jeebh uski choot ke andar daali, uske geelepan ko chaata, aur uske chhote se daane ko apne honthon mein lekar chusa.
Pooja ka jism thartharane laga, uski taangein kamp rahi thi, aur woh boli, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko aise chaat… aah… tu meri jaan le lega.”
Kartik ne apni jeebh ko tezi se andar-bahar kiya, uski choot ka ras uske muh mein aa raha tha, aur woh usse piye ja raha tha.
Pooja ne uske baal pakde, uska muh apni choot mein dabaya, aur siskiyaan bharti hui boli, “Aah… Kartik… meri choot teri hai… ooh… aur zor se chaat.”
Kartik ne ek ungli uski choot mein daali, usse andar-bahar kiya, aur saath mein uski jeebh se uske daane ko chhedta raha.
Pooja ka jism ekdum tight ho gaya, aur woh ek zor ki cheekh ke saath jhad gayi—uska ras Kartik ke muh par tapak gaya, aur woh usse chaatkar saaf kar gaya.
Us raat, dono ek doosre ke jism se khelte rahe. Kartik ne Pooja ko ghodi banaya, uski gaand hawa mein uthayi, aur apna lund uski choot mein piche se daala.
“Aah… Maa… teri choot kitni tight hai… ooh,” Kartik ne kaha, zor-zor se dhakke marte hue.
Pooja ki chhatiyan bed par jhul rahi thi, aur woh boli, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko phaad do… aah… tera lund meri rooh tak jata hai.”
Kartik ne uski gaand par thappad mare, uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha, aur tezi se choda.
Phir usne Pooja ko missionary mein litaya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur uski choot mein lund daalte hue bola, “Maa, teri choot ka yeh gila pan… aah… main ismein doob jana chahta hoon.”
Pooja ke moans kamre mein goonj rahe the, “Aah… Kartik… zor se… meri choot ko bhar do… ooh.”
Aakhir mein, Kartik ne ek zor daar dhakke ke saath apna veerya Pooja ki choot mein chhod diya, aur Pooja bhi uske saath jhad gayi, uski choot ke muscles Kartik ke lund ko dabate hue.
Dono pasine se bheeg gaye, ek doosre ke saath lipatkar bed par let gaye. Pooja ne Kartik ke maathe ko chuma aur boli, “Kartik, tu mera sab kuch hai… yeh raat meri zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat raat hai.”
Kartik ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot aur tumhara pyar… yeh meri duniya hai. Har pal tujhse yeh maza chahiye.”
Pooja ne uske seene par sar rakha aur boli, “Kartik, hum dono ek doosre ke liye bane hain… yeh pyar kabhi kam nahi hoga.”
Kartik ne usse gale lagaya aur bola, “Maa, tujhse juda hona namumkin hai.” Dono ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye, unke dil aur jism mein ek gehri tasalli aur pyar ke saath.
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Ek raat, ghar mein ek alag sa sannata tha. Bahar barish ki halki-halki boondein gir rahi thi, aur thandi hawa khidkiyon se andar aa rahi thi.
Pooja thane se ek lambi din ki duty ke baad thaki hui thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini thi jo usse chain se baithne nahi de rahi thi.
Kartik bhi apne college ke kaam se thaka hua tha aur living room mein sofe par baitha TV dekh raha tha.
Ghar mein sirf woh dono the—Kamla Aunty apne gaon gayi thi, aur Colonel Saab apne purane dost ke yahan raat ke liye ruk gaye the.
Pooja ne apni vardi utari, ek halki si nightie pehni—jo uski bharpoor chhatiyon aur sudaul taangon ko saaf dikhati thi—aur Kartik ke paas aayi.
Usne TV band kiya aur dheere se boli, “Kartik, aaj raat kuch alag sa lag raha hai… tu mere kamre mein aaja.”
Kartik ne uski aankhon mein dekha—unmein ek garmi thi, ek chahat jo shabdon se zyada bol rahi thi.
Usne apna remote neeche rakha aur bola, “Maa, aap thaki hui lag rahi ho… aaram nahi karna?” Pooja ne ek halki si muskurahat ke saath uska haath pakda aur boli, “Aaram toh mujhe tere paas aane se hi milega, Kartik.
Chal, aaj main tujhe apne tareeke se khush karna chahti hoon.” Kartik ka dil zor se dhadka, aur woh chupchap Pooja ke peeche uske kamre mein chala gaya.
Kamre mein ek chhoti si dim light jal rahi thi, jo bed par ek naram sa ujala faila rahi thi. Pooja ne darwaza band kiya aur Kartik ko bed ke kinaare bitha diya.
Usne Kartik ke paas baithte hue uski pant ki zip par haath rakha, dheere se zip kholi, aur uski pant neeche sarka di.
Kartik ka lund abhi se tanav mein tha, aur jab Pooja ne uski chaddi neeche ki, woh poori tarah khada ho gaya—mota, lamba, aur garam.
Pooja ne uske lund ko apne haathon mein liya, uski mulayam twacha ko chhuate hue bola, “Kartik, tera yeh lund har baar mujhe nayi si masti deta hai.”
Usne apne honthon ko uske lund ke supade par rakha, ek halki si chummi di, aur phir dheere se muh mein le liya. “Aah… Maa… tumhara muh kitna garam hai… ooh,” Kartik ne moan kiya, apne haathon ko bed par dabate hue.
Pooja ne uske lund ko gehra liya, apni jeebh se uske supade ko chaata, aur dheere-dheere uske poore lund ko chusne lagi.
Uski jeebh uske lund ke neeche ki nas par ghumi, aur woh uske balls ko bhi halke se chhuti.
“Mmm… Kartik… tera lund ka swad kitna meetha hai… aah,” Pooja ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sensual sa rang tha.
Kartik ka jism tharthara raha tha, uske muh se siskiyaan nikal rahi thi, “Ooh… Maa… aur gehra lo… aah… yeh maza alag hai.”
Pooja ne apni raftar badha di, uske lund ko apne gale tak lete hue, aur uski aankhein Kartik ke chehre par thi—uski aankhon mein woh dekh rahi thi ki uska beta kitne maze mein hai.
Usne ek haath se uske lund ki jad pakdi, usse halke se dabaya, aur doosre haath se uski gaand ko chhua.
Jab Kartik ka lund jhadne ke kagaar par pahuncha, Pooja ne usse muh mein rakha, aur uska garam ras uske muh mein bhar gaya.
Usne ek ek boond pi li, apni jeebh se uske lund ko saaf kiya, aur boli, “Kartik, tera yeh ras meri rooh tak utar gaya.”
Phir Kartik ne Pooja ko bed par litaya. Usne uski nightie upar uthayi, uski taangein kholi—Pooja ki choot saaf dikh rahi thi, thodi si geeli, aur uski khushboo kamre mein fail rahi thi.
Kartik ne apna chehra uski choot ke paas laya, uski khushboo ko mehsus kiya, aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot ka swad mujhe pagal kar deta hai.”
Usne apni jeebh se uski choot ke honthon ko chhua, ek lambi si chaat maari, aur Pooja ke muh se ek zor ki siski nikli, “Aah… Kartik… aur kar… ooh… yeh kitna garam lag raha hai.”
Kartik ne apni jeebh uski choot ke andar daali, uske geelepan ko chaata, aur uske chhote se daane ko apne honthon mein lekar chusa.
Pooja ka jism thartharane laga, uski taangein kamp rahi thi, aur woh boli, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko aise chaat… aah… tu meri jaan le lega.”
Kartik ne apni jeebh ko tezi se andar-bahar kiya, uski choot ka ras uske muh mein aa raha tha, aur woh usse piye ja raha tha.
Pooja ne uske baal pakde, uska muh apni choot mein dabaya, aur siskiyaan bharti hui boli, “Aah… Kartik… meri choot teri hai… ooh… aur zor se chaat.”
Kartik ne ek ungli uski choot mein daali, usse andar-bahar kiya, aur saath mein uski jeebh se uske daane ko chhedta raha.
Pooja ka jism ekdum tight ho gaya, aur woh ek zor ki cheekh ke saath jhad gayi—uska ras Kartik ke muh par tapak gaya, aur woh usse chaatkar saaf kar gaya.
Us raat, dono ek doosre ke jism se khelte rahe. Kartik ne Pooja ko ghodi banaya, uski gaand hawa mein uthayi, aur apna lund uski choot mein piche se daala.
“Aah… Maa… teri choot kitni tight hai… ooh,” Kartik ne kaha, zor-zor se dhakke marte hue.
Pooja ki chhatiyan bed par jhul rahi thi, aur woh boli, “Ooh… Kartik… meri choot ko phaad do… aah… tera lund meri rooh tak jata hai.”
Kartik ne uski gaand par thappad mare, uske baalon ko pakadkar piche kheencha, aur tezi se choda.
Phir usne Pooja ko missionary mein litaya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur uski choot mein lund daalte hue bola, “Maa, teri choot ka yeh gila pan… aah… main ismein doob jana chahta hoon.”
Pooja ke moans kamre mein goonj rahe the, “Aah… Kartik… zor se… meri choot ko bhar do… ooh.”
Aakhir mein, Kartik ne ek zor daar dhakke ke saath apna veerya Pooja ki choot mein chhod diya, aur Pooja bhi uske saath jhad gayi, uski choot ke muscles Kartik ke lund ko dabate hue.
Dono pasine se bheeg gaye, ek doosre ke saath lipatkar bed par let gaye. Pooja ne Kartik ke maathe ko chuma aur boli, “Kartik, tu mera sab kuch hai… yeh raat meri zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat raat hai.”
Kartik ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur bola, “Maa, tumhari choot aur tumhara pyar… yeh meri duniya hai. Har pal tujhse yeh maza chahiye.”
Pooja ne uske seene par sar rakha aur boli, “Kartik, hum dono ek doosre ke liye bane hain… yeh pyar kabhi kam nahi hoga.”
Kartik ne usse gale lagaya aur bola, “Maa, tujhse juda hona namumkin hai.” Dono ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye, unke dil aur jism mein ek gehri tasalli aur pyar ke saath.
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Lovely story and situationship is also amazing 
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