Hrithik 22 saal ka ladka tha. College se chhuttiyon mein ghar wapas aa raha tha. Ghar mein sirf uski Ammi Mohini thi. Mohini 42 saal ki bahut sundar aurat thi – gori chamdi, bade-bade tight doodh, patli kamar aur moti, gol gaand jo har baar hilti thi jab woh chalti thi. Papa bahar job karte the, aksar mahino tak nahi aate. Mohini ghar sambhalti thi aur akeli rehti thi.
Jaise hi Hrithik ghar pahuncha, Mohini darwaze par khadi thi. Usne ek simple yellow salwar kameez pehna tha, dupatta sar par. Jaise hi usne apne bete ko dekha, uske chehre par khushi aa gayi.
“Arre beta Hrithik! Aa gaya tu?” Mohini ne Hrithik ko gale lagaya. Uske bade doodh Hrithik ke seene se dab gaye. Hrithik ko laga ki Ammi ki body aaj bahut garam aur soft hai. Usne Ammi ko tight pakda.
“Kaise ho Ammi? Bahut time baad aa raha hoon.”
Mohini ne uska chehra dekha. “Bahut accha lag raha hai tu. Andar aa, thanda paani pi le.”
Ghar ke andar Hrithik ne dekha ki uski Ammi ab bhi bahut hot lag rahi thi. Uski kameez thodi tight thi, doodh ki badi shape saaf dikh rahi thi. Ek baar jab woh jhuki toh Hrithik ko uski cleavage dikhi – gehri aur gori. Usne turant nazar hata li, lekin lund mein halka sa jhatka laga.
Shaam ko khana khaate hue baat-cheet hui. Mohini ne poocha ki college mein koi ladki toh nahi ban gayi. Hrithik hans ke bola, “Nahi Ammi, koi nahi. Tu hi sabse sundar hai.”
Mohini sharma gayi lekin aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi. “Chup kar beta. Main budhiya ho gayi hoon.”
Raat ko bijli chali gayi. Garmi bahut thi. Mohini ne candle jalayi aur Hrithik ke paas baith gayi. Dono baat kar rahe the. Mohini ne kaha, “Papa ke bahar hone se ghar bahut sunsaan lagta hai. Raat ko neend nahi aati.”
Hrithik ne uska haath pakda. “Main aa gaya na Ammi. Ab main hoon.”
Mohini ne uski taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein kuch alag tha. Hrithik ko laga ki Ammi ki saanse tez ho rahi hain. Woh dono chup ho gaye.
Raat ko Hrithik apne kamre mein tha. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh Ammi Mohini ke baare mein soch raha tha – uske bade doodh, uski moti gaand, uska gora jism. Usne apna lund bahar nikaal ke hilane laga. Tabhi darwaza khula. Mohini andar aayi, sirf ek patli white nighty mein. Candle ki roshni mein uska jism saaf dikh raha tha – bade doodh ke nipples halke ubhar rahe the, gaand ki shape nighty mein bahut sexy lag rahi thi.
“Beta Hrithik, paani piya?” Mohini ne dheere se poocha.
Hrithik jaldi se lund chhupane ki koshish kiya. “Haan Ammi.”
Mohini paas aayi aur bed par baith gayi. “Tu itna bada ho gaya hai. Ab tu mera chhota beta nahi raha.”
Hrithik ne uska haath pakda. “Main hamesha tera beta rahunga Ammi. Lekin ab main samajhta hoon ki tu akeli hai.”
Mohini ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Beta… main bahut tadapti hoon. Raaton ko apne aap ko chhooti hoon lekin kuch nahi hota. Tera papa itna door hai…”
Hrithik ne himmat karke Ammi ko gale lagaya. Mohini pehle ruk gayi, phir uske seene mein sar rakh diya.
“Beta… yeh galat hai,” Mohini ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein koi rok nahi thi.
Hrithik ne nighty ke upar se Ammi ke bade doodh dabaye. Mohini ne siskari li. “Ahhh… beta mat kar.”
Lekin Hrithik ruk nahi raha tha. Usne nighty upar kiya aur Ammi ke bade doodh bahar nikaal liye. Gora, bada, nipple dark aur tight. Hrithik ne muh mein le liya aur zor se chusne laga.
Mohini ka sar peeche ho gaya. “Haan beta Hrithik… chus le apni Ammi ke doodh. Bahut din baad kisi ne inko chhua hai.”
Hrithik ek doodh chus raha tha, dusre ko haath se masal raha tha. Mohini ki saanse tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath Hrithik ke lund par rakh diya. Lund bahut hard aur mota tha.
“Kitna bada ho gaya hai tera lund beta,” Mohini ne kaha, haath se hilate hue. “Ammi ki chut isko andar lena chahti hai.”
Hrithik ne nighty poori utaar di. Mohini bilkul nangi thi – badi, geeli chut, halke baal, moti gaand. Hrithik ne apni pant utaari. Usne Ammi ko letaya aur unke beech mein aa gaya.
Pehle dono chup the. Phir Hrithik ne apna lund Ammi ki chut par ragda.
“Daal de beta,” Mohini ne kaha, aankhein band karke. “Ammi ki chut mein apna garam lund daal de. Chod apni Mohini ko.”
Hrithik ne dheere se dhakka maara. Lund andar ghus gaya – tight, garam aur bahut geeli chut. Mohini chillayi, “Ahhhh… beta Hrithik! Bahut bada aur mota hai tera! Dheere… dheere daal puttar.”
Hrithik dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Mohini ke muh se awaazein nikal rahi thi – “Haan Hrithik… zor se… Ammi ko chod… apni Ammi ki chut phaad de.”
Woh tezi se chodne laga. Bed hil raha tha. Mohini ke bade doodh zor zor se hil rahe the. Hrithik ne ek haath se uski gaand pakdi aur zor zor se dhakke maare.
“Chod raha hoon na Ammi? Apni Ammi Mohini ki chut chod raha hoon main,” Hrithik ne kaha.
“Haan beta… tu hi mera mard hai ab. Jhad ja andar… Ammi ko pregnant kar de apne lund se! Apni Ammi ki chut mein saara maal chhod de!”
Yeh sunke Hrithik aur tez ho gaya. Woh Ammi ke upar chadh ke zor zor se pel raha tha. Mohini ke muh se chillate chillate awaazein aa rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan beta Hrithik… aur zor se… Ammi ki chut le rahi hai tera lund… bahut accha lag raha hai! Jhad ja andar… creampie de apni Ammi ko!”
Hrithik ne last mein zor ka dhakka maara aur apna saara garam maal Ammi ki chut ke andar chhod diya. Mohini ne usko tight pakda, “Haan beta… andar hi chhod de… Ammi ko bhar de… feel ho raha hai tera garam maal andar!”
Lund bahar nikala toh chut se white maal nikalne laga. Mohini ne apni ungli se thoda sa maal utha ke muh mein daal liya aur Hrithik ko dikha diya.
Subah jab Hrithik utha toh Ammi kitchen mein thi, sirf salwar aur bra mein. Hrithik peeche se aa gaya aur uske bade doodh pakad liye.
“Ammi Mohini… raat wali baat yaad hai? Teri chut mein mera maal abhi bhi hai?”
Mohini sharma gayi lekin ruk nahi. “Haan beta. Ab tu rukega nahi toh main bhi nahi rukungi. Ammi ki chut phir se tadap rahi hai.”
Hrithik ne uski salwar neeche kari aur chut mein ungli daal di. Chut abhi bhi geeli aur thodi si phooli hui thi. Mohini siskari li. “Beta… koi aa jayega.”
“Lekin mujhe chodna hai tujhe abhi,” Hrithik ne kaha.
Usne Ammi ko kitchen ke counter par letaya aur lund andar daal diya. Subah ki roshni mein dono chod rahe the. Hrithik zor zor se pel raha tha. Mohini ke muh se nikal raha tha – “Chod beta Hrithik… apni Ammi Mohini ko subah-subah chod… zor se pel apna lund! Phir se creampie de Ammi ko!”
Hrithik ne zor zor se dhakke maare. Mohini ke doodh hil rahe the. Usne Ammi ki gaand par thappad maare. “Kitni garam chut hai teri Ammi!”
“Haan puttar… teri Ammi Mohini ki chut sirf tere liye hai ab. Chod mujhe roz… har raat… har subah… apni Ammi ko pregnant kar de!”
Dono jhad gaye. Is baar bhi Hrithik ne andar hi saara maal chhoda. Jab lund bahar nikala toh Ammi ki chut se maal tapakne laga floor par. Mohini ne apni ungli se maal utha ke chut mein wapas daal diya.
Agli raat aur bhi garam ho gayi. Mohini ne khud Hrithik ke kamre mein aake nighty utaar di. “Aaj tu Ammi ki gaand bhi maar beta. Aur andar hi jhad ja.”
Hrithik excited ho gaya. Usne Ammi ko doggy style mein kiya. Pehle chut mein daala, phir dheere se gaand mein ungli daali. Mohini chillayi lekin mana nahi kiya.
“Daal de beta… Ammi ki gaand phaad de! Aur chut mein bhi jhad ja!”
Hrithik ne thoda sa oil laga ke lund gaand mein daala. Tight tha lekin dheere dheere andar gaya. Mohini ke muh se dard aur maza dono ki awaazein aa rahi thi – “Ahhh… dard ho raha hai beta… lekin mat ruk… chod apni Ammi ki gaand! Phir se chut mein creampie de!”
Woh tezi se pelne laga. Gaand ke thappad ki awaaz poore ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Hrithik ne Ammi ke baal pakde aur zor se kheench ke chod raha tha.
“Bol Ammi Mohini… kaun chod raha hai tujhe?”
“Tu… mera beta Hrithik… mera puttar… apni Ammi ko chod raha hai!”
Dono bahut der tak chode. Last mein Hrithik ne chut mein hi jhad diya – bada sa creampie. Mohini ki chut se maal nikal raha tha. Hrithik ne lund bahar nikala aur Ammi ko doggy hi rakha. Usne apni ungli se chut ke andar push kiya taaki saara maal andar rahe.
“Feel kar Ammi… tera beta ka garam maal andar hai.”
Mohini ne siskari li. “Haan beta… Ammi ko pregnant kar de… main teri ho gayi hoon.”
Agla din dopahar ko ghar mein koi nahi tha. Mohini ne Hrithik ko bulaya bedroom mein. Woh dono nange ho gaye. Is baar Mohini ne upar chadh ke lund apni chut mein daala aur ghumane lagi.
“Ab main tujhe chodungi beta,” Mohini ne kaha. “Ammi tera lund apni chut mein le rahi hai. Phir se creampie de.”
Woh zor zor se upar neeche ho rahi thi. Hrithik uske doodh chus raha tha. Mohini ke muh se nikal raha tha – “Haan beta Hrithik… Ammi ko pregnant kar… apna bachcha de mujhe… har din Ammi ki chut bhar de apne maal se!”
Hrithik ne neeche se dhakke maare. Dono ek saath jhad gaye. Mohini ne lund andar hi rakha jab tak saara maal andar nahi chala gaya. Jab uthi toh chut se thoda maal tapka. Hrithik ne usko wapas andar push kar diya.
Agli kuch din aise hi guzre. Raat ko, subah, dopahar – jahaan mauka milta, dono chodte. Kabhi bathroom mein, kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi drawing room mein. Har baar Hrithik ne Ammi ki chut mein hi jhadna tha.
Ek din raat ko Mohini ne kaha, “Beta Hrithik, ab main teri biwi ban gayi hoon. Tu mujhe roz chodna aur har baar andar hi jhadna. Ammi teri hai.”
Hrithik ne usko tight gale lagaya. “Haan Ammi Mohini. Ab tu meri hai. Main tujhe har din chodunga aur teri chut ko apne garam maal se bharunga. Teri chut, teri gaand, tere doodh – sab mere hain.”
Mohini ne uske lund ko haath mein le liya. “Phir se daal de beta. Ammi ki chut phir se tadap rahi hai. Creampie de apni Ammi ko.”
Woh raat bhar chode. Subah tak Mohini ke jism par Hrithik ke daag pad gaye the – chusne ke, thappadon ke, aur uski chut se abhi bhi thoda maal nikal raha tha.
Ghar mein kisi ko shak nahi tha. Woh dono bahar se normal the, andar se ek dusre ke liye pagal.
Mohini aksar kehti, “Beta, tu hi mera mard hai ab. Teri Ammi ki chut sirf tere lund ke liye hai.”
Hrithik kehta, “Ammi Mohini, tu meri sabse best desi maal hai. Teri chut ka maza kisi aur mein nahi. Har baar andar hi jhadunga.”
Aise hi unki chudai chalti rahi – roz, kai baar din mein. Har scene mein Hrithik ne Ammi ki chut mein apna saara garam maal chhoda. Mohini ke muh se hamesha nikalti – “Chod beta Hrithik… apni Ammi Mohini ko… zor se… andar jhad ja… Ammi ko bhar de apne creampie se!”
Hrithik bhi kehta – “Haan Ammi… tujhe roz chodunga… teri chut ko apna lund deke bharunga… pregnant kar dunga tujhe!”
Yeh thi unki garam, forbidden, lekin bahut mazedar Ammi-Son Creampie ki kahani – Hrithik aur Mohini ki.
The End
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