Part 3 :--

Rekhaa (Mommy) (shocked or gusse main, haath kamar pr rakhe): “Oh God, ye kya bakwas h?! koy speaker pr porn chala raha h?! ye kya hu raha h iss ghrr main subah-subah?!” Usne abi ek white T-shirt pehni h, pr wo itni choti h kee uski black lace panty or curvy hips abi bi thora sa dikh rahe haen.

uskah face laal h, or wo abi bi speaker say aayi un kamuk awaazon—“Aaaahhh! Fuck mai, dad! Fuck mai harder!”—k shock main h. Uski black lace bra kaa outline T-shirt k neeche say spasht dikh raha h, or uski gaand kaa shape panty k upar say bijli raha h, joo ghrr k mahaul ko or garam krr raha h. dono mummy bete phir say kamara mai aa gae .oor

vijay bi mummi k kamara mai aa gya thaa abi bi Vijay aur uski mummi k dimaag main goonj rahi haen. wo palta huwa h, pr bed k pas lage mirror say usko sab kuch spasht dikh raha h—Mommy kaa sexy avatar, uski madak figure, or wo T-shirt joo uske badan ko or bi kamuk bnaa raha h. kyu kee uski mommy kee gaand puri nahii dhak shauhar hain .

Vijay kaa dimaag ekdum hil chuka h. wo apne man main sochta h, “Ohhh God! ye kya hu raha h?!” uskah loda pant k andar itna tight hu chuka h kee lagta h abi pant phad dega. Uski saansein tezi say chl rahi haen, or wo mirror main Mommy ko ghoorta jaa raha h.

Rekhaa badbadate hue apni T-shirt ko niche khinchne kee koshish krti h, pr tabhi uski nazar mirror pr padti h. wo dekhti h kee Vijay usko ghoor raha h, or uski pant main bane uske loda k ubhaar ko bi notice krr leti h. Ek pal k liye dono kee aankhein mirror main ek doosre say milti haen, or 3-4 second k liye time rukh sa jata h. Dono ek doosre kee naino main kho jate haen, jaesa bhul gaye hon kee bahar kya huwa thaa—Honey kaa porn wala tamasha, Ajay kaa rajai wala scene, or ye ghrr kaa rangeen mahaul.

Vijay mirror say usko ghoor raha h, or uskah loda pant main itna tight h kee phadne ko taiyar h. Rekhaa uski halat dekh k bolti h,

Rekhaa (zor say, gusse main): “Vijay! ye kya h?! ha, kya krr raha h? muze ayese ghoor raha h, bilkul lajja nahee aati?!”

Vijay (ghabra k, haklate hue): “nahee, nahee, mummi! wo. mein. nahee toh!”

Rekhaa (gusse main, thodi shaitani say): “achaa? Toh ye pant kaa kya dasha h? Dekh zara, kya chhupa rakkha h? Gazar rakhi h kya joo itna ucha huwa h?!”

Vijay sochta h, “Ab kya bolun? Yahi thik h!” “ha, mummi, gazar hi h! Ek hi bachi thi, bhay maang na le iss liye chhupa li!”

Rekhaa (shock main, pr haste hue): “ha?! Pagal samjhta h muze? muze nahee ptaa kya h ye ‘gazar’?!”

Vijay (himmat say): “Arre, mummi, sachhi! Gazar hi h, pakka!”

Rekhaa (gusse main, masti k sath): “achaa, gazar h toh dikha! Nikal bahar apni ‘gazar’!”

Vijay (ghabra k): “nahee, mummi! Meri gazar h, nahee dunga! Aapko bi gazar pasand h, juice peena, khaana, sab ptaa h muze!”

Rekhaa (gusse main, naughty tone main): “Kya bakwas krr raha h?! tairi gazar mein le lungi, abi batati hun gazar h ya kuch or!” wo gusse main Vijay k pas jati h, or ek jhatke say uskah lower khinch deti h. Vijay kaa tana huwa loda bahar aata h, itna lamba or mota kee galti say Rekhaa k muh pr takra jata h.

Rekhaa k muh say nikalta h, “Oooohhh shit!” or Vijay k muh say, “FUCKKKKKKK!” ye sab itna juldi hotha h kee dono ko sambhalne kaa chance nahee milta. Rekhaa juldi say khadi hoty h, Vijay k loda ko pakad k khinchti h or bolti h, “ye gazar h, ha?!”

Vijay ko durd say zyada lust feel hu raha h. uskah dimaag bus yahi sochna raha h, “maira loda mummi k hath main h!” Rekhaa dobara usko zor say khinchti h, pr itna bada hone kee wajah say wo uske hath say phisal jata h, or skin hath main aa jati h. Vijay k muh say nikalta h, “Aaaaaaaahhhh, Mooooom!”

Rekhaa (bina sharme, gusse main): “Kyun? ye toh gazar h, gazar say awaaz bi aati h kya?!” pr jaesa hi Vijay bolta h, “loda h maira!” Rekhaa thodi shoked hu jati h. iss baar uskah dhyaan sacch main Vijay k loda k size or motai pr jata h, joo kafi bada h. wo ekdum say usko chhod deti h, Vijay k lower ko upar krti h, or gusse main usko dhakka de k bed pr gira deti h, jaesa koy slut ko girate haen.

Rekhaa gusse main bolti h, “Nikal bahar!” Vijay juldi say bahar bhagta h, pr uskah dimaag sudh-budh kho chuka h. wo sochta h, “Ab toh pakka nahee bachunga, mummi itne gusse main h!” wo bahar khada rha jata h, dill ❤️ main dar or thodi si masti kaa mix.

Rekhaa andar akeli rha jati h, sochti h, “Oh God, mene gusse main ye kya krr diya?! wo itna bada kese? kahin mene usko chot toh nahee laga di?” wo apne bete k bare main bhul k bus uske loda k bare main sochne lagti h, jaesa Vijay khud wo loda hi hu. “mene itni buri prakaar say uskah lower khincha, joo waise bi tight thaa. fir usko itna zor say pakda. kya thaa wo, gazar nahee, loda! wo toh bacha h, mene kyun aesa kia? Bechare kee kya halat hongi. Kuch la k lagati hun, sayad doctor ko bi dikhana padega, kahin baad main dikkat na hu.”

Rekhaa k dimaag main hazaron khayal aate haen—Vijay k future, uske sex life, or uskah loda. “Itna pyara thaa. arre, mein kya sochna rahi hun?! maira beta h wo! pr uske papa kaa toh itna nahee thaa, ye kese itna bada? ha, ye USA main pala-bada, yaha kaa , quality.” wo apne pati k bare main sochti h or garam feel karne lagti h. “kaash maira pati hotha.”

wo sochti hoyi bolti h, “bus, ek baar naha leti hun.” wo batroom main jati h, ek-ek karke vastra utarti h—pahle T-shirt, fir bra, fir panty. Sath main kuch selfies leti h, apne curvy badan ko mirror main dekh k thodi naughty smile k sath.

mirror k samne nangi khadi, apne curvy badan ko dekh rahi h. wo apne ap say bolti h, “Ooh, mere ye mammay! hun bi kyun na, mein hi itni hot hun!

sayad Vijay kee galti nahee thi, meri wajah say hi uskah loda itna bada hu gyaa thaa!” wo ek naughty smile k sath sare vastra utar deti h—black lace bra, panty, sab kuch.

wo apne phone say or selfies leti h—kabhi khade hokar, kabhi apni gaand ko uchaak k pose deti h, kabhi apne 36-size k solid mammay ko hila k dekhti h.

Mirror main uski nazar apni pussy pr jati h, joo thodi bushy hu gai h. wo sochti h, “muze toh hammesha chikni pasand h!” wo razor uthati h or apni pussy ko spasht karne lagti h.

Karte-karte uski choot say rass tapakne lagta h—tup-tup, ek-ek boond neeche girti h.

Uski ungli galti say clit ko chhoo jati h, or uske badan main ek current sa daud jata h.

wo or horny feel karne lagti h, bolti h, “Aahhhh, haay rabba! Kya karun ab?!” Uske dimaag main Vijay kaa tana huwa loda ghoom raha h, or wo apne say kehti h,

“Bechari choot kare bi toh kya? aj joo dekha, usi wajah say itni tadap rahi h! Isko nishabdh krna padega.”

wo mirror k samne khadi, apni ungliyon say apni clit ko chhuti h, or uskah badan thartharane lagta h. uskah dill ❤️ bol raha h, “bus thodi si masti, or kya?” pr uskah dimaag abi bi uske bete k loda k size or us subah k rangeen waakiyon main atka huwa h.

apni pussy ko razor say adha spasht karke chhod deti h, ek patli si line main baal chhod k. wo paani daalti h, or wo line of hair uski choot pr ekdum perfect lagti h, jaesa char chand lag gaye hon. wo apne ap say bolti h, “vah, ye toh or bi hot lag rahi h!” Uski pussy say laar tapakne lagti h, or wo tadap k kehti h, “rukh toh sai, teraa intezam abi krti hun!”

oor ab wo almari say apna dildo collection nikalti h or unhe dekhti h, apne bete k loda say compare krti h.

“Haye, ye sab toh mere bete k uss bade say loda k aage chhote pad rahe haen!” wo thodi nirash hoty h, pr fir sabse bada dildo—10 inch kaa—uthati h or bolti h, “aj iski baari! ye mene kabhi try nahee kia, halanki aj mood h!”

uskah dimaag main ek shaitani chl rahi h. wo sochti h, “ptaa nahee mein kitna bada le sakti hun? Mere bete kaa toh sayad 12 inch kaa h,

ye uske aage kya cheez h?” wo dildo ko hath main pakadti h, usko sahlati h, apni ungliyon say uspar haath ferte hue, or bolti h, “Haye, isse thodi si masti toh banta h!”

Uski naino main ek naughty bijli h, or wo apni choot k pas dildo le jati h, sochti hoyi, “aj shauhar nahee haen, toh isse hi work chalana padega!”

wo dildo ko apni clit k pas ragadti h, or ek aah nikal jati h, “Aahhhh, haay rabba! ye toh bus shuruat h!”

bus ab kya mai vhi farsh pr bilkul nangi beth jati ho .

aur iss tarike say beth krr ek oor photo click krti ho .

from writer - { ab ap sochna rhe hoge kee abi tak toh maine. full HD photo use kie halanki ek blur photo kyu use kiya , iska suspance bad mai khulega . }

-- ab mai us dildo ko lekar dhire dhire apni choot mai ghusane lagi , durd toh hu hi rah thaa halanki majaa bi bhut ane vala thaa yeh sochna krr mai takat lagae ja rhi thi

oor ptaa nahii kyu mere bete kaa loda meri ankho k samne bar bar aae jaaa rah thaa aur mai yeh sochna krr ooor hottt feel lust feel karne lagti ho aur use andar tak gusa deti ho ,

mere muh say aaaahhh yeh awaz itni fast thi kee , niche ya kahin bi ghrr mai mere bete sun sakte the

halanki maira kamara 2nd floor pr aur sound proof hone k karan mai oor maze lleee krr chillah krr , oouch aaahhh fuck fuck , maze lene lagi , choot kee har parat ko us dildo say ghisne lagi , ghis toh rah nahii thaa kyu kee usme itni chiknahat thi kee ghappp say andandar bahar hooo rhaa tha halanki mai apni puri tagat laga rhi thi puraa mummy lene k lie , , maira choot ooa rasila paani usme joo lagne laga thaa , dildo kee halat esi thi kee jese chasni mai duboo diaa hoooo.

Mmm, beta, mein apne kamara main akeli thi, second floor pe, soundproof walls k peeche, bilkul free, bilkul wild. Haath main wo bada sa dildo thaa, shiny or slick, or mein usse dheere-dheere apni choot k pas le aayi. jb uskah cold tip meri garam skin ko touch kia, uff, ek current sa daud gyaa! durd thora sa huwa, halanki uske saath wo majaa, wo jalan, joo dill ❤️ ko or badan ko ekdum jaga deti h. mein sochna rahi thi, “bus thodi si himmat, or ye majaa pura milega.”

pr jaane kyun, beta, mere dimaag main baar-baar teraa loda hi ghoom raha hain. ha, meri naino k saamne wo image, teraa hard, throbbing loda, or mein or bi hot hu rahi thi. maira dill ❤️ bol raha thaa, “kaash ye tu hotha, maira naughty boy.” iss sochna ne muze or wild krr diya, or mene us dildo ko poori shakti say andar ghusa diya. Aahhh! Meri cheekh itni loud thi kee agar ye kamara soundproof na hotha, toh neeche tuze bi sunayi de jati, beta. pr ab mein rukne wali kahan thi?

mein apni choot kee har layer ko us dildo say ragadne lagi, or ye toh ghapp-ghapp andar-bahar hu raha thaa, kyonki meri choot kaa ras usse itna slippery krr chuka thaa. jaesa chasni main dooba huwa koy juicy treat! mein apni poori shakti laga rahi thi, har thrust k saath awaaz nikal rahi thi—“Ouch! Aaahhh! Fuck, fuck, yes!” maira badan jhoom raha thaa, or wo ras, uff, meri thighs tak behne laga. Har stroke k saath mein tuze sochna rahi thi, beta, or ye sochna muze or pagal krr rahi thi.

mein sochna rahi thi, beta, agar tu yahan hotha, toh kese mein tuze apne pas khinch leti. tairi shirt faad deti, or tuze meri ye naughty side dikha deti. “maira beta kitna bada hu gyaa h,” mein whisper krti, or tuze meri ye wild, lusty roop main dekhte hue maze leti. Har thrust k saath mein tuze apne or kareeb feel krr rahi thi, or meri awaaz, “Aaahhh, fuck, beta, ye sab tere liye h!” ab uncontrollable hu chuki thi.

“Beta,” mene apne dill ❤️ main kaha, “tu meri ye halat dekh, kese tairi Mommy poori wild hu chuki h.” or us pal, mene apne ap ko pura release krr diya—ek lambi, sexy moan k saath, “Aaaahhh, fuck yes!” maira poora badan kaamp raha thaa, or wo dildo ab meri choot k ras say pura geela thaa, jaesa koy sticky, naughty treat.

Meri saanson main ek toofan sa utha, jaesa koy josh kaa sailab bahne laga. poora kamraa meri siskiyon say goonj raha thaa, or mein us madhoshi main doob gai, jaesa koy baarish kee boond samandar main kho jati h.

“Aaah… aaah… or zor say… or fast!” mene cheekhte hue kaha, apne dildo ko or gehra le jati hoyi. mein us charam anand k kareeb thi jb achanak darwaze pe khat-

khat hoyi. Ek pal k liye rukh gai, pr meri khwahishon kaa josh itna thaa kee mene us awaaz ko ignore krr diya or phir say apne sapnon kee world main kho gai.

iss baar mein ek bhookhi sherni kee prakaar thi, ghutno k bal baith krr, jaesa koy jaanwar apni manpasand cheez pe jhapatta h. “Haaah… ooooh… or…!” mein siskiyaan leti rahi, har dhakke k sath majaa dugna hotha gyaa. Darwaze kee khat khat ab bi chl rahi thi, pr woh meri rhythm k sath match karne lagi.

jaesa mein dildo ko andar-bahar krti, waise hi khat-khat kee awaaz bi usi speed say. ye sochkar hi majaa or badh gyaa, or mein jhad gai—“Ooooh… haaah…!”

jb hosh aaya, too apni halat dekhkar lajja si aane lagi. dill ❤️ abi bi dhadak raha thaa. mene dheere say apne toys ko mooh say spasht kia, chaat-chaat krr, or phir sab kuch sambhal liya. kamraa nishabdh hu gyaa, pr dill ❤️ main woh josh abi bi zinda thaa.

oor ab mai naha krr fresh hu krr vastra pahan krr bhahar aaa jati ho , yha koy nahii dikahata nahii

ab mai honey k kamara mai dovara gayi aur usase puchhhati ho Honey thora ghabraya, “Arre, mummi, sorry! wo… kaalej k group main kisi ladke ne galti say ek porn video daal diya. mene achanak say khol diya, muze ptaa nahee thaa. Sorry, mummi!”

Usne bada hi achaa bahana bnaa k baat taal di, or mein kuch bol nahee paayi.

Tabhi Vijay, joo kaafi gusse main lag raha thaa, sorry bolne k liye aaya. “mummi, mummi, kahan hu?” bolta huwa wo mere kamara k andar gyaa halanki mai toh honey k kamara mai thi

andar aaya, pr kamara main koy nahee thaa. Usne bus nazar ghumayi or table pe pada maira iPhone dekha. Phone thora geela sa thaa, sayad meri wajah say. Vijay ne juldi say phone uthaya, khola, or screen pe meri photos dekh li. Ek jhatke main usne AirDrop say sab kuch apne phone main transfer krr liya.

Vijay k chehre pe ek ajib si muskaan aayi. “achaa, toh ye baat h? ye sab hu raha thaa, or muze itna kuch bol rahi thi? Ab dekhta hun mein inko!” usne mann hi mann socha.

mein tab tak Honey k kamara say nikal krr neeche aa gai. Vijay bi sidhiyon say utarta huwa neeche aaya, uskah face gusse or kuch or k mix say bhara thaa. mein use dekhte hi boli, “Vijay, yahan aao. Tumse baat karni h.

mein kuch kahungi nahee, bus baat karni h.”

Vijay ne muze ghoora or socha, “Ab inko baat karni h? Baat toh mein karunga!” Hum dono dining table pe aamne-saamne baith gaye.

mene dheere say kaha, “Dekho, beta, I’m sorry. Meri galti thi. Tumhare sath aesa nahee krna chahiye thaa. or ha, shaam ko mere sath doctor k pas chalna hoga, okay?”

mene Vijay ko gaur say dekha, uskah dhyaan phone pe thaa. Thodi si jhijhak k sath mene kaha, “Sun rahe hu? Kahan khoye hu? Phone main kya dekh rahe hu?”

Vijay ne ekdum say phone neeche kia, thora ghabrate hue bola, “Kuch nahee, Mommy! wo… ek important project h kaalej kaa, usi main laga hun. bus vahi dekh raha thaa.” Usne baat ko ghumane kee koshish kee, pr uski naino main kuch chhupa sa thaa.

“Project toh bada hi achaa h, sochna raha hun kese karoon,” usne muskurate hue kaha, pr andar hi andar wo meri vahi photos dekh raha thaa—wo dildo wali nudes joo usne mere phone say churayi thi.

Uske chehre pe ek ajib si bijli thi, jaesa wo koy plan bnaa raha hu. mein samajh nahee paayi kee uske dimag main kya chl raha thaa, pr dill ❤️ main ek bechaini si hone lagi.

mene Vijay ko dekha, uskah dhyaan ab bi phone pe thaa. mene thodi narmi say kaha, “achaa, okay, theek h. Tu apna project achhe say krr le. or ha, kisi bi cheez kee zarurat pade toh bata dena, darna mat. mene joo kia, wo gusse main kia, or tuze ptaa h mein tm charon say kitna pyaar krti hun.” phir mene thodi si fikr k sath kaha, “or ha, muze tairi thodi help chahiye. muze lagta h teraa bhay Honey porn dekh raha thaa aj jb hum…

wo kamara main the. Tab wo awaaz aayi thi. Kehta h kisi ne galti say group main daal diya thaa. muze jaanna h wo group school kaa h ya wo iss prakaar kaa sab kuch krta h us group main.”

mene ek saans li or kaha, “Ek work karoge maira? ye maira number le lo, isse uske group main daal do. muze nigrani rakhni h kee wo kya krta h us group main. or ha, sun bi raha h ya phone main hi laga rahega?”

Vijay ne juldi say sar hilaya, “ha, ha, mummi, mein krr doonga. ap fikr mat karo, sab krr doonga. Jao ap.” Usne baat juldi khatam karne kee koshish kee, pr uski aankh ab bi phone pe thi.

mene uski baat suni, pr dill ❤️ main kuch shak sa thaa. Ekdum say mene uskah phone jhatak liya or gusse main boli, “Kya phone main hi laga rahta h?” jaesa hi meri nazar uski screen pe padi, tab tak uskah lock lag chuka thaa  

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Vijay angry : -- mai batata ho mummi ko , jitna durd mummi ne dia hain vhi mai dunga , aur jb usne vo photos lie the tabhi usne mirchi pouder un dildoos pr bi laga di thiss jisase age kya kyaa hone vala hain usko ptaa chale .

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from writter about kahani imp* -- story yaha bade mod pr hain , abi toh start hoyi hain , Follow bi krr lo bhay aur haa , apne apne comments likho yar kaise hain kahani oor kya sudhar hu skta hain kya galatiya hain , seggesation do .

apne dekha kee kaise udhar jhut toh pakadne mai mommy kitni smart hain ,

oor udhar uske bete ( 2nd son - vijay ) k hath mai vo uske nudes lag gae

3rd son ( Honey ) mummi ko chutiya banaa rah thaa halanki uski mummi usase bi age hain .

uske vo frds k group mai add hnaa chah rhi jh jisme nigaaa bbc bull orr bade bade laund vale 8 Boys hain , dosto kam adult group jyada hain .

aur uskah 1st son Ajay joo apne kamara mai m uth marne mai laga thaa ,

oor 4th Son Sunny and Last sabse choti ek beti vo dono School mai paata nahii kya krr rhe hain aur kaha hain iss waqt .

oor un sabke baap dad , apni secretary k sath Office mai chudayi krr rhe hain .

toh milte hain NEXT PART - 4 ---  

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---- about Son's ----

Vijay (Pehla Beta): Vijay, family kaa sabse bada beta, apni mummi k saath office main work krta h. ye wala ldka bilkul responsible types, suit-boot main office kaa sher! mummi k business kaa right-hand h, pr kabhi-kabhi thodi si bossy vibe bi deta h. “mummi, ye file sign krr do!” bolke din bhar office main chakkar lagata h .

Ajay (Dusra Beta): Ajay, family kaa bodybuilding kaa deewana! kaalej main h, pr zindagii kaa asli syllabus toh gym main hi seekhta h. Protein shake haath main, dumbbells say dosti, or football field kaa baadshah! jb bi free hotha h, apne kaalej k friendों k saath stadium main goal pe goal thokta h. “bhay, six-pack banane kaa waqt h!” ye uskah mantra h.

Honey (Teesra Beta): Honey, kaalej kaa first - semester wala cool dude, pr iski zindagii toh bilkul filmy h! Photography or filmmaking kaa keeda h ismein—chhote say umar main hi kuch short films bnaa chuka h, joo viral bi hu chuki haen. Social media kaa king h, 20 million say zyada followers k saath! Kisi ko kuch explain nahee krta, bus apne 8 “BBC buddies” k saath party or masti main dooba rehta h. “Life ek movie h, or mein iska director hun!”—Honey kaa style h ye.

Sunny (Chautha Beta): Sunny, school kaa sabse aalsi ldka, joo apni choti behen khusii k saath hi class main h, kyonki wo ek baar fail hu chuka h. Iske din kaa ek hi mission h - maa or khusii ko tang krna! “Homework? wo kya hotha h?” bolke ye bed pe leta rehta h, or agar maa daante toh bus muh banake khamosh hu jata h. Iske sapne bi lazy haen—bus phone pe reels dekhta rahta h.

khusii (aakri Beti): khusii, family kee sabse natkhat or attitude wali Gen-Z ldki! Sunny k saath hi class main h, pr iska swag alag level kaa h. Bilkul bold or khuli sochna wali, ye wali ldki apne style say sabko impress krti h. Insta reels banati h, trendy vastra pehenti h, or agar koy usko kuch bole toh ekdum savage reply deti h. “maa, chill karo, khusii full Gen-Z hain!

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Part 4 ( Next Day Morning ) :- with beti khusii & 4th son Sunny

subah - subah suraj bi abi aankhein mal raha thaa, pr khusii kee maa toh pura josh main thi. “khusii, meri laado, uth jaa meri cutie-pie!” maa ne pyar say, pr thodi jhalayi hoyi awaaz main chillaya.

“Kab tak soti rahegi, meri sona? Uth na, beta!”

khusii toh bed pe bichhi hoyi thi jaesa koy starfish, chadar k neeche muh chhupaye, chhote - chhote kharrate le rahi thi.

maa ne, jaesa koy filmy style mai , ek jhatke main chadar kheench di. “Arre, ye kya tamasha h?!” maa k aankhein phati kee phati.

“khusii, ab tu badi hu gai h, meri jan! Tere chaar-chaar bade bhay haen, kam say kam panty toh pehen liya krr! koy dekh lega toh kya bolega? Haaaye god! juldi uth, school kaa waqt hu raha h!”

khusii ne kambal k neeche say ek siski li, “maa, bus do min or na…”

pr maa kahan maan ne wali thi. Chatak! Ek thappad pada khusii kee gaand pe, bilkul choti si phuljhadi jaisa sound. khusii ekdum say uchal padi, “maa!” uski gaand laal hu gai, bilkul tamatar kee prakaar, waise bi woh toh gori thi hi.

“Ab akal aayi?” maa ne thodi si hansi k saath tana mara, haath kamar pe rakhe. “juldi naha le, warna school k liye late hu jayegi, or fir tumhari Miss kaa lecture sunna padega, samjhi?”

khusii, apni maa kee prakaar hi dramebaaz, ekdum say chilla uthi, “Ouch, maa! bhut durd hu raha h!” uskah face tamatar jaisa laal thaa, or woh machalti hoyi apne chutad sehla rahi thi, jaesa koy chhota baccha jisko chot lagi hu. maa bus muskura rahi thi, halanki unkah dill ❤️ bol raha thaa, “Ab akal aayi meri laado ko!”

Tabhi, dhadaam! darwaaza khula or khusii kaa sabse bada bhay, Vijay, andar ghus aaya. Dono, maa or khusii, ekdum hadbada gaye. khusii ne jhat say chadar apne upar daal li, or maa ne teek - teeek karke chillaya,

“Arre, Vijay! Knock toh kia krr, beta! Kahan bi ghus jata h, koy lajja h kee nahee?” khusii bi chadar k neeche say bol padi, “ha, bhaiya! Kam say kam knock toh karo, ye kya h!”

Vijay, bilkul bindas, un dono kee tarf dekha or hans diya. “Arre, mummi, mein office jaa raha hun, aapki gaadi le raha hun, theek h? or ha, muze dopahar ek baje vahi Starbucks pe milna, office k pas wala. Okay, bye mummi! Bye, sweety!” Usne apni signature wali smile di or darwaze kee tarf badha.

maa ne pyar say kaha, “Bye, beta! Drive carefully!”

khusii, abi bi chadar main chippi hoyi, thodi si jhalayi awaaz main boli, “Bye, mere pyare bhaiya! Agli baar knock krna, ha!

maa ne khusii ko ek baar or ghoora or boli, “Chalo, juldi naha lo or ready hu jao! or ha, apne us aalsi bhay Sunny ko bi utha dena—do din say nahaya nahee, badboo krta h! or Honey ko bi bol dena, maa bula rahi h. bus ye mat bolna kee nahane k liye bulaya h, samjhi?”

khusii, apne phone main reels dekhte hue, ekdum chill andaaz main boli, “Okay, mummi, tik h! Jao na ab!”

maa ne thodi si jhalayi hansi k saath kaha, “ha, ha, ja rahi hun! bus tu vastra pehen k raha krr, ye kya chadar main ghoomti rehti h!” or ye bolke maa apne work k liye nikal gai.

khusii apne kamara main aayi, sochne lagi, “Chalo, juldi ready hu jate haen.” Usne vastra bed pe phenke or ek towel lapet k batroom main ghus gai. Nahane kaa mood toh nahee thaa, pr maa kaa darr thaa! Lagbhag 20 min tak wo shower main gaane gungunati rahi.

Udhar mummi apne batroom mai naha rhi thi jb nahake nikalne wali thi, tabhi dhadaam! darwaaza khula or Sunny andar ghus aaya, apni aalsi awaaz main chillate hue.

“mummi! mummi! ye kya subah. - subah kaa tamasha h? Kya work h? Kyun jagwaya us pagal khusii ne muze? or ab ap bi kahan gayab hu gai?” Sunny ne idhar-udhar dekha, pr maa toh thi nahee. Tabhi uski nazar bed pe padi—maa k undergarments, bra or panty, bilkul ayese pade the jaesa koy fashion show kaa set hu!

Sunny ne mann hi mann socha, “ye kya, maa bi na! Kitni asleel haen! ghrr main chaar-chaar bete haen, or ye apne vastra ayese hi kahin bi chhod deti haen?

Haaaye, ye toh galt baat h!” fir ek second baad wo apne aalsi mode main wapis aaya, “pr muze kya? ye unkah kamara h, unki private life. mein kyun tension lun?” or ye bolke wo bed pe dham say baith gyaa, phone nikal k reels dekhne laga.

maa ne Sunny ko dekha, joo abi bi bed pe pada reels dekh raha thaa, or pyar say boli, “Arre, maira pyara beta Sunny! ayese gussa nahee karte, choti behen h tairi khusii.

Thodi si shararat toh banta h! achaa, ek work krr, muze maira towel de de, mein bahar main bhul gai!”

Sunny, apne aalsi mode say thora sa utha, “Okay, maa, leke aata hun!” Bolke wo bed say utra or batroom kee tarf chala, pr uskah dimaag toh khayalon k jungle main bhatak raha thaa.

“Arre, maa abi batroom main kya krr rahi hogi? Unke vastra toh bed pe pade haen…

bra, panty… matlab, kya wo… arre, nahee nahee, Sunny, mai ye kya sochna raha ho mummi nangi !” wo apne ap ko samaja raha thaa, pr dill ❤️ main thodi si gadbad hu rahi thi. Usne juldi say towel uthaya or batroom k window k pas pahunch gyaa.

jaesa hi usne window k pas say haath andar daala, towel dene k liye, maa ne ekdum say uskah haath pakad liya! Sunny kaa dill ❤️ 100 kee speed say dhadakne laga. “ye kya hu gyaa! maa ne haath kyun pakda?!”

wo sochna hi raha thaa kee khatak! maa ne ek jhatke main batroom kaa darwaaza khola or Sunny ko andar kheench liya. Sunny chillaya, “Mooom! ye kya?!” pr tabhi usne dekha—maa bilkul thik-thak towel lapete hue khadi thi, or unke chehre pe ek shaitani si muskaan thi.

“Sunny, beta, ye kya shaitani krr raha h, ha?” maa ne mazak main daanta, or ekdum say batroom kaa darwaaza lock krr diya. “Ab bol, kya sochna raha thaa?

Towel dene aaya ya meri class lene aaya?” Sunny kaa face laal hu gyaa, or wo bus bolta raha, “Arre, maa, mein toh… bus towel hi… arre, ye kya jhol hu gyaa!”

Sunny kaa face bilkul laal hu gyaa thaa, dill ❤️ 100 kee speed say dhadak raha thaa. “Arre, mummi! ye kya krr rahi hu? Chhodo na, kya h ye tamasha?!”

wo chillaya, apna haath maa k pakad say chhudane kee koshish main.

maa ne ek shaitani si muskaan k saath kaha, “Ab toh tu nahee bachega, beta! aj tuze naha k hi jana padega, do din say badboo krta h tu!” wo towel lapete hue, haath main shampoo kaa bottle pakde, bilkul ek general jaisi khadi thi.

Sunny ne ek lambi saans li, jaesa uski jan nikal rahi hu. “Kya matlab, mummi?! thande-paani say bhigane wali hu muze?

Nooo, please, nahee! mein apne kamara main naha lunga, pakka promise! Jane do na!” wo juldi say batroom k darwaze kee tarf bhaga, haath say handle check kia, pr khatak!—darwaaza toh maa ne pahle hi lock krr diya thaa. Sunny kaa face bilkul sukh gyaa, “ye kya jhol hu gyaa?!”

maa ne pyar say pr strictly kaha, “Beta, aj tu naha k hi school jayega, or woh bi ekdum chikna-clean hoke! samaja, maira pyara Sunny?”

Sunny, apne school uniform main ekdum bchara sa khada, bolta gyaa, “Arre, mummi, ye kya! ye mere school k vastra haen, mein toh ready hoke aaya hun! abi naha liya toh school kese jaunga? Please, aj chhod do!” pr andar hi andar wo sochna raha thaa,

“aj toh school jana zaroori h, maira friend wait krr raha h… usne bola thaa apni pendrive laana, uske ghrr kaa net toh band h!” (wo pendrive main apne friend k liye kuch funny memes or khel clips leke jaa raha thaa, joo usne badi prayaas say collect kiye the. yeh usne kaha pr asal mai voh porn collection thaa)

maa ne uski tarf dekha, or ek zor kaa hansna chhoda, “koy bahana nahee chalega, Sunny! aj naha k hi jayega, warna mein tairi class teacher ko phone krti hun!” Ab dono batroom main band the, or Sunny k pas koy raah nahee thaa.

Mommy (naughty tone main, towel lapete hue, aakh maarte hue): "Arre Sunny beta, school jao ya na jao, aj toh nahaoge pakka! chl, ab koy bahana nahee chalega, meri naino main dekho or bolo, ready hu na?"

Sunny (mommy kee naino main dekhta huwa, thora sharma k, thora nervous): "ha, thik h, Mommy. pr pahle muze vastra toh change karne do. Gate kholo na, please!"

Mommy (haste hue, ek seductive smile k sath): "nahee-nahee, beta! Yahin karo joo krna h. muze ptaa h, tu bhag jayega warna. Chalo, vastra utaro! tairi chaddi toh pehni hongi na, h na, maira shaitaan ldka?"

Sunny (thora sharma k, dharti kee tarf dekhta huwa): "nahee, Mommy. aj chaddi nahee pehni. wo bheeg gai thi, toh. bus jane do na, please!"

Mommy (ek naughty hasi k sath, towel ko thora adjust krti hoyi): "Ohho, koy baat nahee, beta! aj toh tu meri baat manega hi. chl, utar de sab!" Mommy thodi shaitani say Sunny k vastra khinchne lagti h, or Sunny samajh jata h kee aj bachna musibat h. wo apni shirt utarne lagta h.

Sunny (shirt utarte hue, thora sharminda): "Mommy, ye kya krr rahi hu? Thodi si lajja karo na!"

Mommy (or zor say hasti hoyi, teasingly): "lajja? Arre, mein tairi Mommy hun, beta! jb tu chhota thaa, tab say tuze nanga nahalati thi. aj kya lajja? chl, ab pants kee baari!" Mommy Sunny kee pants kee tarf haath badhati h, or uskah dill ❤️ zor-zor say dhadakta h. Ek ajib si excitement uske chehre pe dikh rahi h, jaesa wo apne bete ko ab jawan dekh krr thodi si naughty si feeling le rahi hu.

Mommy (bat ko ghumate hue, ekdum say Sunny kee pants pr jhapti maar k): "chl, ab or waqt waste nahee! ye pants toh nikal hi jati h!" Pants ek jhatke main farsh pr gir jati h, or Mommy kaa haath galti say Sunny kee chaddi k upar say guzar jata h. wo thodi si chhok jati h jb usse kuch bada sa feel hotha h. Dono sharma jate haen, pr koy kuch bolta nahee.

Mommy (thora gusse main, pr naino main ek chhupa majaa): "ye kya, Sunny? Tune mujhse jhooth bola! Chaddi toh pehni h tune! Kya baat h, beta, muze bewakoof banaya?"

Sunny (confused, sharma k, Mommy k towel-wale roop ko ghoorta huwa): "Arre, Mommy, mene toh bus. matlab. achhi baat h na kee chaddi pehni h? tm kyun gussa hu rahi hu?" wo apni Mommy ko dekhta h, joo towel main lipti hoyi ekdum hot lag rahi h, or uskah dill ❤️ thora sa naughty thoughts say bhar jata h.

Dono k beech ek ajib sa silence saaya huwa thaa. Na koy bol raha, na koy kuch samajh raha. Tabhi Mommy ekdum say shower on krr deti h, or dono k upar paani kee bauchhaar shuru hu jati h. jaesa koy filmy scene hu, ek mard or ek stri barish main bheeg rahe hu.

Sunny kaa loda (ab chaddi k andar bijli raha, paani say or tight dikh raha), or Mommy use dekhte hi thodi si uncomfortable hu jati h, pr uske dill ❤️ main ek purani si yaad jaag jati h—uske dildos kee, joo usne apne kamre main chhupa rakhe h. wo juldi say bolti h:

Mommy (thodi strict tone main): "Ab naha le, Sunny! or juldi krr!" wo bhigi hoyi batroom say bahar nikalti h or darwaaza lock krr deti h. "Chhe tak spasht naha lena, samaja?"

Bahar aake, Mommy apna towel farsh pr gira deti h kyonki wo poora bheeg chuka thaa. wo nangi hi mirror k samne khadi hu jati h, apne badan ko dekhti h, or ek naye towel say apne ap ko pochhne lagti h. uskah dill ❤️ abi bi thora sa garam h, pr wo apne bete k bare main ayese sochne say khud ko rokti h.

Sunny (batroom main akela, ab apni chaddi bi utar deta h. wo poora nanga h, or uskah loda abi bi thora hard h. wo naha raha h, pr uske dimag main apni Mommy kaa towel-wala roop ghoom raha h. wo sochta h kee bahar uski Mommy kya krr rahi hongi.)

Mommy (kamre main, ab bra or panty pehen leti h. wo makeup karne lagti h, pr uskah dhyaan baar-baar batroom kee tarf jata h. Usko ptaa nahee kee uskah beta andar bilkul nanga h, or na hi Sunny ko ptaa h kee uski Mommy bahar ayese thi. Dono k dimaag main ek doosre k bare main thodi si shaitani si sochna chl rahi thi, pr dono hi apne-apne emotions k sath deal krr rahe the.)

beta uskah andar achhe say nha rah hotha hain

Sunny apne loda ko hath main pakde, naha raha h, pr uskah dhyaan baar-baar uski Mommy k towel-wale roop pr jata h. Tabhi uski nazar upar almari jaisi jagah pr padti h, jahan kuch dildos spasht-spasht dikh rahe haen. Uske muh say ekdum say nikal jata h:

Sunny (shocked, halki si awaaz main): "Vooohhh!"

Bahar say Mommy uski awaaz sun leti h or thodi fikr k sath bolti h:

Mommy (darwaze k bahar say): "Kya huwa, beta? Sab thik h na? Kuch gir gyaa kya?"

Sunny (juldi say baat sambhalte hue, thora ghabraya): "Kuch nahee, Mommy! bus. sab thik h, tension mat lo!"

pr andar Sunny kaa dimaag poora hil chuka h. wo dildos ko ghoor raha h, or uske dill ❤️ main ek ajib sa toofan uth raha h. wo apne sar ko pakad leta h, ek hath say apna loda abi bi pakde hue, or sochta h:

Sunny (apne man main, shocked or thora excited): "ye kya bakwas h?! Meri Mommy. ye sab dildos use krti h? What the actual fuck, mann! Shit, shit, shit!" wo apne loda ko thora or tightly pakadta h, kyonki uskah dimaag ab naughty thoughts say bhar chuka h. uskah loda ab 70% hard hu chuka h, or wo nahate hue bi apne ap ko rok nahee pa raha.

wo dildos ko ek baar fir dekhta h, or uske dimaag main ek picture banne lagti h—uski Mommy, towel main, sayad inhi dildos k sath. wo apna sar jhatak k ye sochna hatane kee koshish krta h, pr dill ❤️ main ek kinky si feeling jag chuki h.

Sunny (apne ap say, halki si naughty smile k sath): "Arre, Mommy bi kya cheez h dost. ye sab chhupa k rakhti h. pr kyun? or kitna kinky h ye sab?!" wo ab naha toh raha h, pr uskah dimaag poora dildos or Mommy k khayalon main dooba huwa h.

Bahar Mommy ab apni bra or panty pehen chuki h, or mirror k samne makeup krr rahi h. pr uskah dhyaan bi baar-baar batroom kee tarf jata h. wo sochti h kee Sunny itni der kyun laga raha h, or thodi si shaitani say sochti h:

Mommy (apne man main, naughty smile k sath): "ye ldka kya krr raha h andar? kahi meri wajah say toh nahee garam hu raha?" wo apne ap ko thodi si lajja say rokti h, pr uske dill ❤️ main bi ek choti si agni jal rahi h. wo apne dildos k bare main sochti h joo batroom main chhupa rakhe haen, or thora ghabra jati h kee kahi Sunny ne dekh toh nahee liye.

Tabhi Sunny andar say awaaz lagata h:

Sunny (thodi himmat karke, teasing tone main): "Mommy, ye batroom main itni almariyan kyun haen? or inme kya-kya chhupa rakkha h tumne, huh?"

Mommy (thora ghabra k, pr baat ghumate hue): "Arre, beta, wo sab purani cheezein haen! Tu naha juldi, or bahar aa. Zyada detective banne kee avashyakta nahee!"

Sunny andar has padta h, kyonki usko lagta h kee Mommy pakki chhupa rahi h kuch. wo apna loda chhod deta h, or sochta h kee ab ye game thora or mazedaar hu sakta h. wo shower band krta h, or ek towel lapet k darwaaza kholne kee sochta h, pr fir rukh jata h.

Sunny (apne man main): "Ab toh dekhna padega kee Mommy iska kya jawab deti h. ye game toh ab asli rangeen hone wala h!"

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