Incest Maa Ki Garam Raaz: Bete Ke Saath Gili Dating

[Syamala_39]

MAA KI GARAM RAAZ: BETE KE SAATH GILI DATING:





Namaskar, pyare padhak mitron! Main Shyamala hoon, ek sadharan si 39 saal ki maa, jo apne dil ki gehraiyon se yeh kahani likh rahi hoon. Hindi meri maatrbhasha nahi hai—main ise angrezi se anuvaad kar English se seekh kar laithi hoon—lekin yeh mera pehla prayas hai apne andar chhupe raazon ko baahar laane ka. Yeh kahani meri aur mere bete Sourav (19 saal ke) ke beech ki nishiddh prem ki gehraai hai, jahaan maa-beta ka rishta dheere-dheere gili uttejna mein badal jaata hai. Agar aapko yeh pasand aaye, toh like aur comments karke sahaara dijiye—taaki main aur likh saku! Yeh sirf kalpana hai, 18+ ke liye. Ab shuru karte hain...
SHYAMALA....

 

[DEVIL MAXIMUM]

MAA KI GARAM RAAZ: BETE KE SAATH GILI DATING:
CHAPTER #001



The Reunion (Pehli Mulaqaat 10 Saalon Baad)



Shyamala, 39 saal ki sulagti hui aurat, jiski nazuk curves aur gehri kaali aankhein har mard ko apni jaal mein phansa leti hain. Talaq ke baad akeli, lekin dil mein chhupi aag jo ab bete ke saath jaag uthi hai.
Woh kitchen mein khadi, salwar kameez ke neeche woh garmahat mehsoos karti hui, jaise har saans mein ek raaz chhupa ho, jo 10 saalon ki tanhai ko bhula de.

Hyderabad ki woh shaam thi, jab mausam mein biryani ki khushboo aur Hussain Sagar ki thandi hawa mil kar ghar ke angane ko mehka rahi thi. Banjara Hills ke is posh ilaake mein Shyamala ka flat ek chhota sa aashiyana tha. Do bedroom wala, jahaan deewaron par purane family photos latke the, lekin ab unmein sirf dhool jami hui thi. 10 saal pehle, jab talaq hui thi, uske pati, ek ambitious IT engineer, ne custody ki ladai jeet li thi. Sourav, tab sirf 10 saal ka, uske saath America chala gaya tha, Silicon Valley ke ek posh suburb mein, jahaan baap ne usko elite boarding school mein daal diya tha. Padhai ke naam par alag kar diya. "Beta ko future dena hai," woh kehta raha. Shyamala ladti rahi, court ke chakkar kaati, lekin haar gayi. Visa issues, distance, aur baap ka naya rishta. Sabne usko door kar diya. Sirf video calls, birthday wishes, aur woh thode se messages jo har baar dil ko cheer dete lekin khali bhi chhod jaate. Ab Sourav 20 ka ho gaya tha, college khatam karke wapas aa raha tha. Internship ke liye Hyderabad mein, ek tech startup mein. "Maa, main aa raha hoon. Ghar mein hi rahunga," uska aakhri message abhi bhi phone par tha.

Shyamala ne counter par haath rakha, ungliyan thandi marble par tapak rahi thi.




Uski beti, Priya, 18 saal ki ab, jo talaq ke baad uske saath hi rahi thi. Abhi college hostel mein thi, engineering karti hui. Priya strong thi, jaise uski maa, lekin uske dil mein bhi wohi sawaal the: "Maa, bhai kab aayega?" Priya ka boyfriend Raj, ek sweet ladka from Osmania University, usko sambhalta tha. Dinner dates, late-night calls. Shyamala muskurati, lekin andar se jalti. Apni beti ko woh pyaar mil raha tha jo usko kabhi nahi mila. Aaj Priya ko bataaya tha: "Bhai aa raha hai, kal dinner saath karenge." Priya khush ho gayi, "Raj ko bhi bulaun?" Shyamala ne haan kaha, lekin socha. Pehle sirf hum teeno, maa-beta-behen.

Ghadi ki sui 6:45 par thi. Flight Rajiv Gandhi International Airport se land hui thi, lekin Hyderabad ka traffic. Woh toh jaanta tha. Uber ka message aaya: "10 minutes away." Shyamala ne apna dupatta theek kiya. Laal silk wala, jo uski gardan par halka sa chipka hua tha, curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha. Woh aaina dekha. 39 saal mein bhi, uski skin glow karti thi, yoga aur long walks se. Baal khule, thode curly, aur woh laal bindiya jo usko traditional lekin tempting banati thi. Dil mein ek ajeeb si harkat. Excitement mili hui dar. Sourav ab kaisa hoga? Chhota sa ladka jo uski god mein khelta tha, ab mard? Videsh ne usko badal diya hoga.

Doorbell ki dheemi awaaz aayi, jaise koi purana geet shuru ho raha ho. Shyamala ne saans li, haath seeche kiye, aur darwaza khola. Saamne woh tha. Sourav. 20 saal ka, lamba, mazboot. Tight laal t-shirt mein uska seena ubhra hua, jaise koi fitness model, woh shape jo nazuk lekin strong dikhti thi, jeans shorts jo uski taangein aur athletic bana rahe the. Lambe kaale baal peeche ponytail mein bandhe, neeli aankhein. Baap ki heritage. Jismein eyeliner ki halki si line, shayad party look se, aur laal lips jo muskurahat ke saath khulte the. Ek backpack kandhe par, dusra haath mein trolley. "Maa," usne kaha, awaaz gehri, American accent ki thodi si chhaap ke saath, lekin dil se wohi pyaar.


Shyamala ki duniya ruk gayi. "Kitna sundar ladka," yeh khayal uske mann mein bijli ki tarah sa chala. Woh aage badhi, haathon se uska chehra chhua. Thoda sa stubble, lekin woh softness ab bhi thi. "Sourav, mera beta," awaaz kamp rahi thi. Gale mil gaye. Uska badan garam, flight ki thakaan se halka paseena, aur woh khushboo. Fresh cologne mili masculine scent se, jo Shyamala ke dil ko chhu gayi. Dheere se peeche hataya, aankhon mein dekha. "Tum papa se bhi zyada hot lag rahe ho," baat muh se nikal gayi, bina soche. Sourav sharma gaya, hans pada. "Maa, aisi baatein? Abhi toh sirf pahuncha hoon. Jet lag maar raha hai." Lekin uski aankhon mein chamak thi, jaise yeh taareef uske liye welcome gift ho.

Andar aaye, living room mein. Flat chhota tha, lekin cozy. AC ki thandi hawa, TV par local news chal rahi thi, aur khidki se view of distant Charminar ki lights. Shyamala ne bag lene ki koshish ki, lekin Sourav ne roka: "Maa, main kar loonga. Tu baith." Chai banayi usne. Hyderabad style, strong elaichi wali, doodh ubaal kar, adrak daal kar, jaise 10 saal pehle karti thi. Cup haath mein dete hue, boli, "Bata na, America kaisa tha? School, friends, sab?" Sourav sofa par baith gaya, pair faila kar. Relaxed, lekin thaka hua. "Wahaan toh non-stop tha. Coding classes, gym, parties. Papa busy rehte the, toh hostel mein hi adjust ho gaya. Miss kiya tujhe, maa. Video calls mein tera chehra dekhkar chain milta tha." Shyamala baith gayi paas mein, cup se steam uth rahi thi. "Aur Priya? Uski photos dekhi tune? Ab woh badi ho gayi, Raj naam ka boyfriend hai. Sweet ladka, engineering ka."

Sourav muskuraya, phone nikala: "Haan, dekha. Priya toh bilkul teri tarah dikhti hai. Strong, independent. Raj ko bataun, bhai aaya hai?" Shyamala hans padi, "Kal dinner plan kar lenge. Priya khush ho jayegi." Baaton mein past aa gaya. Chai ke cup khatam hote hi, Shyamala ki aankhein nam ho gayi. "Sourav, main jaanti hoon. Woh 10 saal. Main lad nahi paayi. Talaq ke baad, court, visa. Sab mushkil tha. Tu chhota tha, main akeli. Galti meri thi, maaf kar do." Uski awaaz toot rahi thi, haath uske haath par rakh diya. Sourav ne pakad liya. Uska haath ab mazboot tha, lekin touch mein wohi bachpan ka pyaar. "Maa, woh sab bhool ja. Baap ne socha future ke liye theek hai, lekin ab main yahaan hoon. Internship yahaan hi, Google ke saath tie-up. Vaada, ab har cheez saath. No more distance." Shyamala ne sir hilaaya, dil mein ek garmahat si phail gayi, jaise koi purana zakhm bhar raha ho.

Baaton mein dost ka zikr aaya. "Vikram? Woh toh mera bachpan ka yaar hai," Sourav bola, excited. "Hyderabad ka hi hai, Banjara Hills mein rehta, IT mein job karta hai. Fun-loving saala, hamesha parties plan karta. Gym freak, tattoos wala, lekin dil ka sachcha. America jaate waqt usne hi bola tha, 'Wapas aa ja, bro, warna main teri maa ko kidnap kar loonga.'" Shyamala hans padi, gaal laal. "Badmaash! Kal teeno milte hain? Mall jaate hain, Inorbit pe shopping." Sourav ne haan kaha, "Deal. Vikram ko bata deta hoon, woh toh jump kar jayega."

Chai khatam, TV on kiya. Ek old Bollywood romantic movie, DDLJ chal rahi thi, woh iconic train scene. Sofa par baithkar, Shyamala ne apna sir uske kandhe par rakh liya. Jaise pehle karti thi, lekin ab yeh alag mehsoos ho raha tha, uski body heat se ek halki si current. Movie mein kiss scene aaya, aur Shyamala ke honthon ne, bina soche, Sourav ke gaal par halka sa kiss kar diya. "Movie ka asar!" usne sharma kar kaha, chehra side kar liya. Sourav ne sirf muskuraya, haath se uske baal chhua: "Maa, yeh asar toh acha lag raha hai. Ghar jaisa."

Film khatam hui, utsaah bhara hua. "Chalo, ghar dikhaun?" Shyamala uthi, haath pakad kar. Bedroom. Priya ka room empty, uska apna simple, kitchen jahaan biryani ka masala abhi bhi mehka raha. Phir bathroom. Woh open wala, sirf curtain, privacy ke naam par ek joke. Sourav ne dekha, tease: "Maa, yeh toh peek-a-boo special hai! Shower lete waqt mat jhankna, haan." Shyamala ki hansi chhoot gayi, gaal sulag uthay: "Badmaash! Ja, shower le le pehle. Main dinner banaati hoon. Simple Hyderabadi haleem, light." Sourav shower mein chala gaya, pani ki awaaz aayi. Shyamala kitchen mein khadi, haath mein knife, sabzi kaat rahi, lekin mann kahin aur. Yeh lauta hai. Mera beta, ab yeh naya roop. Touch, muskurahat. Ek halki si garmi badh rahi thi, jaise raaz khulne wala ho.

Shower ke baad, Sourav towel lapet kar bahar. Baal geele, t-shirt geeli se chipki, body ka outline saaf dikhai deta hua, woh mazboot lines jo Shyamala ki nazar ko rok leti thi. Dinner table par baith gaye. Haleem garma garam, steam uth rahi thi jaise unke beech ki hawa. Baatein lambi khinchi gayi, garma garam jaise haleem khud. Sourav ne America ki stories sunayi. Silicon Valley ki wild parties, jahaan woh dost logon ke saath rooftop par baithkar stars gin te the, lekin har baar maa ka khayal aata tha. "Ek baar, Thanksgiving par, main akela tha hostel mein. Papa family ke saath gaye the nayi aunty ke saath. Tune video call par biryani kaise banate hain woh sikhaaya. Yaad hai? Usi se pet bhara tha." Shyamala muskurayi, lekin andar se jal gayi. Woh akelapan, jo uska bhi tha. "Aur Priya ke college gossips?" usne poocha, haath se uski plate bharte hue. Sourav hans pada, "Priya ne message kiya tha kal. Hostel mein ek ladka propose kar raha tha, lekin Raj ne handle kar diya. Sweet couple, bilkul hum jaise pehle." Shyamala ka dil thoda sa dhadka. Hum jaise? Phir Vikram ki baari: "Woh saala shaadi ki afwaahein faila raha hai khud. Ek ladki se date kar raha hai, office wali, lekin kehta hai 'Bro, teri maa jaise koi nahi. Class aur spice dono.' Maine bola, 'Chup kar, kidnap mat kar.'" Shyamala ke gaal phir laal, lekin is baar hansi mein ek halki si thrill. Yeh taareefen, jaise unka raaz ban rahi thi.

Raat ke 11 baj gaye, haleem ki plate khali, lekin baatein abhi bhi garam. Sourav ki aankhein bhaari ho rahi thi, jet lag ki thakaan chehre par saaf, lekin woh rukna nahi chahta tha. "Jet lag maar raha hai, maa. So jaaun?" usne poocha, awaaz mein wohi pyaar, lekin haath abhi bhi table par uske haath ke paas. Shyamala ne uthkar uske paas jaana hi tha. Goodnight hug ke liye. Badan se badan mila, towel ke neeche woh garmahat ek pal ke liye ruk gayi nahi, balki badh gayi. Uske seene se uska soft curves chipke, saansein mili. Sourav ki garam saans uski gardan par lagi, jaise koi chhedani hawa. Shyamala ke haath uski peeth par phirte hue ruk gaye, woh mazboot muscles mehsoos karte hue, aur ek pal ke liye haath neeche sark gaya, towel ki edge ko chhua. "Beta, itni jaldi kyun? Kahin jaana hai tujhe?" usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein woh sulagti hui lajja mili hui challenge, chehra uske kandhe par dabaya hua. Sourav ne peeche nahi hataya, balki haath se uski kamar ko halka sa dabaya. "Nahi maa, yahin rehna hai. Tere paas." Saansein tez ho gayi, room ki hawa bhari ho gayi us garmi se, jaise raat abhi shuru hui ho. Shyamala ne dheere se alag hui, lekin aankhon mein woh chamak. "Toh kal subah jaldi uthna, Priya aayegi. Goodnight, abhi ke liye." Sourav muskuraya, room ki taraf gaya, lekin peeche mudkar dekha. Maa khadi thi, dupatta halka sa sark gaya, woh nazar uske curves par thehri.

Shyamala apne kamre mein leti rahi, andhera toh tha lekin dil mein roshni. AC ki awaaz, saansein abhi bhi tez. Hug ki woh garmi, haath ka woh chhuan. "Yeh mazaa aayega," usne khud se kaha, haath se apne badan ko chhua. Sulagta hua. Garam raaz jaag chuka tha, gili hui shuruaat, aur yeh raat ab akeli nahi, balki intezaar bhari. Hyderabad ki hawa khidki se aa rahi thi, lekin asli garmi andar thi.

Nice starting bro
Mast likha the ho continue rho bus
Maja aayega aage or lagata hai

 

[DEVIL MAXIMUM]

Abhi tak to bahot badhiya story likhi hai bro dekhte aage mummy ka affair kitno ke sath hota hai and beta chod pata hai ki nahi mummy ko

Are Rocket Babu ke hal chal hai Bhai
Bade samay bad dikhe
Sab badiya hai bandu

 

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Are Rocket Babu ke hal chal hai Bhai
Bade samay bad dikhe
Sab badiya hai bandu

Aata to regular hu bhau bss comment tabhi karda hu jab Maan karta hai ya phir story intrested ho uske alawa social gethering pasand nahi mujhe issiliye nahi dikhta hu mai

 

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Thanks and sorry for the delay, I will post the update tomorrow.

 

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Abhi tak to bahot badhiya story likhi hai bro dekhte aage mummy ka affair kitno ke sath hota hai and beta chod pata hai ki nahi mummy ko

Thank you rocket league

 

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Nice starting bro
Mast likha the ho continue rho bus
Maja aayega aage or lagata hai

Thank you DEVIL MAXIMUM

 

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Love from Karachi princess

 

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Love from Karachi princess

Thank you kirantariq

 

[Syamala_39]

MAA KI GARAM RAAZ: BETE KE SAATH GILI DATING: CHAPTER #004.



### Chapter 4: Mall Shopping Aur Jealous Kiss (Shopping Mein Touch Aur Kiss)

Nashte ke baad ki woh utsaah abhi bhi poore ghar mein faili hui thi, jaise ek garam dhundh jo Shyamala aur Sourav ke beech mein ghuli hui thi aur har pal ko aur tez sulagta ja raha tha, unke badan mein woh massage ki garmi abhi bhi zinda thi aur har chhuan se nayi lahar paida kar rahi thi. Shyamala aur Sourav living room se uthe the, unki nazrein ek dusre se judi hui thi jaise ek invisible dhaga unke badan ko bina kisi shabd ke aur kareeb la raha ho, Shyamala ke boobs mein ek halki si kaanp mehsoos ho rahi thi jo uski saans ke saath badh rahi thi, aur Sourav ke lund mein ek subtle throb jo shorts mein dheere-dheere hard hone ki koshish kar raha tha jaise uski maa ki nazar se hi jag utha ho. "Beta, aaj mall chalte hain, kapde dekhte hain tere liye, America se laute hue kuch naya chahiye tujhe jo tere mazboot badan par perfect lage aur tujhe aur hot bana de," boli Shyamala awaaz mein ek sulagti hui excitement ke saath, uski kaali aankhein uski neeli aankhon mein doob rahi thi jaise ek gehra samundar jahaan woh poori tarah utar jaana chahti thi, uski saans thodi tez ho gayi us soch se hi. Sourav ne muskurahat ke saath sir hilaya, uske laal honth khulte hue jaise ek kiss ka seedha invitation de rahe hon, "Haan maa, chalte hain, tu bhi kuch try karegi mere saath fitting room mein, help karegi na, jaise ek secret date par ja rahe hain hum dono." Us shabd "secret date" ne Shyamala ke dil ko ek tez jhatka diya, jaise ek bijli ka current seedha neeche tak pahunch gaya, uski pussy mein ek halki si namii mehsoos hui jaise juices dheere se jaagne lage hon, aur woh soch gayi ki yeh closeness ab ek naya roop le rahi hai jahaan maa-beta ki seemaen dheere-dheere dhundla rahi thi aur ek forbidden lover ka jazba jaag utha tha jo uske badan ko jalaa raha tha.



Dono ne tayyari ki bina kisi jaldi ke, Shyamala ne apni laal salwar kameez pehni jo uski curves ko aur highlight karti thi, tight kameez uske 36D boobs ko uthaati hui jaise unko jaan bujhkar dikhana chahti ho, nipples ki outline halki si dikhti thi fabric mein har saans ke saath jaise tease kar rahi ho, gardan par dupatta halka sa daala jo uski deep cleavage ko chhupata lekin har movement mein usko aur chamkaata tha, salwar hips par chipki hui uski juicy ass ko aur round bana rahi thi jaise ek perfect temptation jo chalte hue hilti thi. Sourav ne apni tight jeans aur white shirt pehni jo uske mazboot seene ko ubharati thi jaise ek invitation, lund ka outline jeans mein halka sa dikhta tha jab woh chalta tha aur uski taangein flex karti thi jaise uski maa ki nazar ko attract kar rahi hon. Ghar se nikalte hue unka haath ek dusre se chhu gaya darwaze par, woh touch jo ek second ke liye ruk gaya jaise ek vaada aur badan mein current daud gaya, Shyamala ne uska haath pakad liya mazboot se, "Chal beta, aaj hum couple jaise ghumenge mall mein," boli woh awaaz mein ek lajja bhari muskurahat ke saath jo uske gaalon par laalpan la rahi thi. Uber mein baith gaye, mall ki taraf badhte hue raaste mein baatein lambi khinchi gayi America ki yaadon par, lekin har baat mein ek undercurrent tha jo unke badan ko aur kareeb la raha tha, Shyamala ki nazar baar-baar uski taangon par thehri jo jeans mein mazboot dikhti thi jaise unko chhune ka mann kar raha ho, aur Sourav ki nazar uski boobs par jo har bump mein hil rahi thi jaise tease kar rahi ho usko aur garam bana rahi ho.

Mall pahunch gaye toh woh haath haath mein pakde hue andar gaye, jaise ek real couple, logon ki nazrein un par padi lekin woh ignore karte rahe, sirf ek dusre par focus karte hue, woh feeling jo Shyamala ke andar ek naya jazba jagaa rahi thi jaise woh sirf maa nahi balki ek aurat thi ab jo apne bete ke saath ek forbidden adventure par thi, pussy mein ek halki si wetness mehsoos ho rahi thi har step mein jaise juices dheere se behne lage hon aur usko aur bechain kar rahi ho. Mall ke andar ki thandi hawa unhe lag gayi lekin unke badan ki garmi ko aur tez kar di, shops ki lights chamak rahi thi jaise stars, aur woh pehle ek men's clothing store mein gaye jahaan Sourav ne kuch shirts aur jeans pick kiye, fitting room ki taraf badhte hue usne Shyamala ko dekha muskurate hue jaise ek secret plan ho. "Beta, yeh shirt try kar, dekh kitni tight lagegi tere seene par, tera badan toh perfect hai aur yeh shirt usko aur hot bana degi," boli Shyamala awaaz mein ek chhed-chhaad bhari hui muskurahat ke saath, uski ungliyan shirt ke fabric ko chhu rahi thi jaise uska badan chhu rahi ho, boobs mein ek kaanp mehsoos hui us touch se jaise nipples aur sakht ho gaye hon. Sourav fitting room mein ghus gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula chhod diya jaise jaan bujhkar invitation de raha ho, aur andar se awaaz aayi, "Maa, zip mein problem hai jeans ki, andar aa kar help kar na, sirf tu hi kar sakti hai itni kareeb se."



Shyamala ka dil dhadak utha us awaaz se jaise ek tez current, woh fitting room mein gayi jaldi se lekin badan mein ek thrill ke saath, darwaza band kiya andar se, chhoti si jagah mein unke badan bilkul kareeb aa gaye jaise ek private world, Sourav shirt utra hua tha upar se, mazboot seena nanga chamak raha tha paseene se, nipples sakht aur brown jaise erect ho gaye hon excitement se, abs ki lines clear aur inviting jaise haath daalne ka mann kar raha ho. Shyamala ka haath uski peeth par gaya zip help ke bahane lekin woh haath ruk gaya uske seene par, fingers se mehsoos kar rahi thi uski muscles ki hardness aur garmi jo uske badan se nikal rahi thi, "Kitna mazboot hai tera seena beta, jaise ek mard ka, touch karne se mera badan garam ho raha hai andar tak aur neeche gili ho rahi hoon," boli woh awaaz kamp rahi lekin laalach bhari, haath neeche sark gaya jeans ki zip par lekin galti se lund ka outline chhu gaya poora, hard aur bada mehsoos hua us touch se jaise ek throbbing rod, Shyamala ki pussy mein ek tez pulse, gili ho gayi juices se turant behne lage. Sourav ki saans tez ho gayi, usne haath uski kamar par rakha mazboot dabate hue, "Maa, yeh tera touch, lund hard ho gaya poora, fitting mein daal doon tujhe yahin aur chudwa doon tujhe," bola woh awaaz gehri aur laalach bhari, uska lund ragad kha raha tha uski hips se jaise demand kar raha ho andar jaane ki, lekin woh ruk gaye edge par, sirf tease ka mazaa lete hue jo unko aur bechain kar raha tha, zip theek kiya aur bahar aaye, chehre laal lekin aankhon mein ek vaada jo agle touch ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Shopping jaari rahi aur excitement badhti gayi, Sourav ne jeans try ki aur Shyamala ne uske saath ek sexy red dress bhi pick ki apne liye jo uski curves ko aur fire de, fitting mein jaate hue usne bhi help maangi, "Beta, yeh dress ki zip peechhe, tu hi theek kar, andar aa jaldi," aur Sourav andar aaya bina der kiye, uski peeth par haath rakha zip karte hue, fingers uski nangi skin chhu rahe the bra ke strap ke neeche tak, boobs ka soft curve mehsoos hua us touch se side se jaise unko squeeze karne ka mann kar raha ho, "Maa, teri peeth kitni smooth hai, aur neeche ass ka curve... juicy aur bouncy, dabane ka mann kar raha hai poora aur andar daal kar chudwa doon," bola woh dheere se kaan mein saans garam lagate hue, haath slip hua ass par halka sa squeeze karte hue flesh ko mehsoos karte jaise woh bounce kar raha ho. Shyamala ka badan kaanp gaya us shabdon se aur touch se poora, neeche pussy gili ho chuki thi juices se behne lage the, clit hard aur throbbing jaise chhedne ko beqarar, "Beta, yeh touch... andar tak mehsoos ho raha aur gili kar raha mujhe, lekin ruk, mall mein log hain," boli woh moan suppress karte hue lekin badan ragad kha raha tha uske badan se jaise aur chahiye, lekin woh ruk gaye, sirf tease ka thrill lete hue jo unko aur garam kar raha tha, bahar aaye aur shopping bags le kar coffee shop ki taraf badhe, haath haath mein pakde hue jaise ek couple, logon ki nazrein un par pad rahi thi lekin woh ignore kar rahe the, sirf ek dusre mein khoye hue badan ki garmi mehsoos karte hue.

Coffee shop mein baith gaye woh corner table par jahaan privacy thi thodi, garam cappuccino order kiya, steam uth rahi thi cups se jaise unki garmi, baatein lambi khinchi gayi shopping ki aur fitting room ke touches ki yaad se jo unko aur garam kar rahi thi, Shyamala ki taang uski taang se ragad kha rahi thi table ke neeche dheere se lekin jaan bujhkar, "Beta, woh zip help... tera lund ka feel abhi bhi haath mein hai, hard aur garam jaise andar daalne ko tayyar," boli woh dheere se awaaz mein lajja bhari lekin laalach se. Sourav ne haath pakad liya table ke neeche, fingers interlaced mazboot se, "Maa, teri ass ka squeeze, juicy aur soft, aur boobs ka curve... hard nipples, raat ko aur karenge poora chus kar." Tabhi Shyamala ka phone baja, Priya ka call tha jo jealousy ki aag aur bhadka gaya, lekin call khatam hone ke baad woh Sourav ki taraf dekhi aankhein jalti hui desire se, "Beta, ab ghar chal, movie dekhenge aur woh sab karenge jo hum chahte hain."

Ghar pahunch gaye woh shopping bags le kar, darwaza band kiya jaise duniya ko bahar chhod diya ho, aur living room mein baith gaye sofa par kareeb-kareeb, lights dim kar di jaise ek private theater,



TV on kiya lekin remote galti se porn channel par chala gaya, screen par ek intense scene chal raha tha – ek aurat bed par nangi leti hui, uske boobs heavy aur nipples hard pink jaise erect, mard uske boobs chus raha tha hard nipples bite karte hue jaise unko punish kar raha ho aur laal kar raha ho, phir neeche gaya aur pussy lick kar raha tha tongue deep andar thrust karte hue, gili folds chamak rahi thi juices se beh rahe the, clit suck kar raha tha jaise starving ho aur tongue se circle bana raha, aur aurat moans kar rahi thi loud "Ahh fuck me harder, teri jeebh se paani nikal raha, andar daal ab lund!" Shyamala ki saans tez ho gayi scene dekh kar, uska badan garam ho utha jaise aag lag gayi ho, woh Sourav ki taraf mud gayi poori tarah, "Beta, yeh scene... jaise humare liye bana hai, jealous nahi rahungi ab," boli woh awaaz mein gehri laalach ke saath jo uski saans mein ghuli hui thi, aur uske honth uske honthon se jud gaye passionate kiss mein jo shuru hua dheere lekin turant wild ho gaya jaise ek bhookhi aag.



Kiss gehra hota gaya jaise ek bhookhi aag jo control se bahar ho rahi ho, Shyamala ne uske laal honthon ko apne honthon se dabaya mazboot se jaise unko kha jaana chahti ho, tongue nikaali aur uske muh mein daal di explore karte hue har corner ko, saliva mix ho rahi thi garam aur sticky jaise ek nectar, Sourav ne jawab diya tongue se suck karte hue uski tongue ko poora muh mein le kar, haath uske boobs par pahunch gaya kameez ke upar se dabate hue poora zor se jaise unko crush kar raha ho, fingers nipples ko pinch kiya hard twist karte hue jaise unko jalaa raha ho, "Maa, tere boobs kitne juicy aur heavy hain, chusna chahta hoon jaise scene mein, nipples ko bite kar ke laal kar doon aur paani nikaal doon," bola woh kiss ke beech moan karte hue awaaz gehri aur bhuki, haath neeche sark gaya salwar ke andar bina ruk ke, fingers uski gili pussy par pahunche, clit rub kiya slow lekin mazboot circles mein jaise usko torture kar raha ho, juices beh rahe the ungliyon par sticky aur garam jaise ek fountain. Shyamala moan ki kiss mein hi jo uske muh se nikal rahi thi, "Ahh beta, yeh touch... clit ko aise rub kar, andar daal fingers abhi aur deep," usne uski tongue suck ki hard jaise pussy lick kar rahi ho, haath uske lund par gaya jeans ke upar se dabate hue hard rod ko squeeze karte hue jaise usko chhed rahi ho, kiss mein saliva beh raha tha chin par aur gardan par, badan ragad kha rahe the poore zor se jaise ek dusre ko kha jaana chahte hon, Sourav ne do fingers pussy mein daal diye deep thrust karte hue G-spot hit karte jaise hammer, juices nikal rahe the bahar tez, clit thumb se rub kar raha tha tez circles mein jaise clit ko punish kar raha ho, Shyamala ka badan kaanp raha tha moans mein jo kiss mein dab rahi thi lekin bahar nikal rahi thi, "Beta... tongue aur gehra daal muh mein, jaise woh lick kar raha hai pussy ko deep, bite my lips," Sourav ne tongue thrust kiya muh mein suck karte hue jaise vacuum, haath boobs dabate hue nipples twist tez jaise unko laal kar raha ho, kiss mein saliva beh raha tha poora, badan ragad kha rahe the jaise sweat mix ho raha ho, lund hard uski hips par dab raha tha jaise andar jaane ko beqarar, juices ungliyon par beh rahe the tez aur sticky, lekin woh ruk gaye edge par saansein tez aur badan kaanpte hue jaise ek explosion rok rahe hon, "Dheere beta, mazaa badhega dheere-dheere, aur scenes aayenge hamare apne jisme hum poore nange honge," boli Shyamala saans phoolte hue aankhon mein ek bhuki chamak ke saath jo agle pal ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Raat lambi ho gayi us kiss aur touch ki yaad se, Shyamala bed par leti rahi haath neeche rub karte hue squirt tak pahunch gayi, "Beta ke saath yeh pyar, aur chahiye poora jaldi."

 

[Hellboy69]

Awesome update