Arjun Malhotra, 28, Mumbai ke sabse bade Bollywood production house “Starlight Studios” ka CEO tha. Tall, sharp jawline, expensive suits, aur ek aisi personality jo boardroom se leke red carpet tak sabko control karti thi. Uski mummy, Sunita Malhotra, 48, abhi bhi jawani ki chamak rakhti thi. Fair skin, soft curves, long black hair jo hamesha loose rehti, aur woh soft, motherly smile jo ab Arjun ke liye sirf motherly nahi reh gayi thi.
Ghar unka South Mumbai ka old bungalow tha – badi windows, marble floors, aur raat ko ek ajeeb si silence. Papa ki death ke baad se mummy aur beta akela rehte the. Arjun office se late aata, mummy uske liye garam khana ready rakhti. Lekin pichhle kuch mahino se unke beech kuch badal gaya tha. Nazarain zyada der tak milti, haath chhune mein ek second extra lagta, aur raat ko Arjun ke bedroom ke paas mummy ke footsteps rukte the.
Aaj office se Arjun jaldi aa gaya. Board meeting cancel ho gayi thi. Usne suit jacket sofa pe phenka aur kitchen ki taraf gaya. Mummy counter pe khadi thi, soft pink saree mein, blouse thoda tight, deep neckline se cleavage dikh raha tha. Woh chai bana rahi thi.
“Maa… aaj itni jaldi?” Arjun ne peeche se awaz di.
Sunita mudi. Uske face pe smile aayi, lekin aankhon mein kuch aur tha. “Beta, meeting cancel? Chalo accha hua. Main soch rahi thi… aaj raat special dinner banati hoon.”
Arjun uske paas aaya. Itna close ki uski saans mummy ke baalon pe pad rahi thi. “Maa, tum itni sundar lag rahi ho aaj.” Usne halka sa haath mummy ki kamar pe rakha.
Sunita ka jism thoda kaanp gaya. “Arjun… beta… aise mat bol.” Lekin usne hataya nahi. Ulta, uski kamar thodi peeche dhakeli, jaise woh aur close aana chahti ho.
Raat ka dinner simple tha – dal, roti, aur mummy ka special raita. Lekin table pe silence bhari thi. Arjun mummy ko dekh raha tha. Saree ka pallu shoulder se slide ho gaya tha, aur blouse ke neeche soft breasts ki shape clear dikh rahi thi. Mummy bhi beta ko dekh rahi thi – uske open collar shirt, chest ke muscles, aur neeche pants mein jo bulge ab chhupa nahi pa raha tha.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Arjun ne wine bottle nikali. “Maa, aaj ek glass piyogi?”
Sunita hasi. “Beta, main toh… theek hai, ek glass.”
Do glass ke baad living room ke sofa pe dono baithe the. TV pe koi old Bollywood song chal raha tha. Arjun ne mummy ka haath apne haath mein le liya. “Maa… main tumhe bahut miss karta hoon jab office mein hota hoon.”
Sunita ne uska chehra dekha. “Main bhi beta… ghar itna bada lagta hai.”
Arjun ne dheere se mummy ko apni taraf khincha. Unke honth almost touch ho gaye. “Maa… main ruka nahi jaa raha.”
Sunita ki saans tez ho gayi. “Arjun… ye galat hai… hum maa-beta hain…”
Lekin uske haath beta ke chest pe the, shirt ke buttons kholte hue. “Lekin main nahi rok sakti… beta, aaj raat… bas aaj raat…”
Arjun ne mummy ko god mein utha liya jaise koi heroine. Bedroom tak le gaya. Badi double bed pe Sunita ko litaya. Saree ka pallu completely utar gaya. Arjun ne blouse ke hooks khole. Soft, heavy breasts free ho gaye. Nipples already hard the.
“Maa… kitni garam ho tum,” Arjun ne ek nipple muh mein le liya, choosta hua, teeth se halka kaat’te hue.
Sunita ki aankhein band ho gayin. “Ahh… beta… dheere… mummy ko aisa mat kar…”
Lekin uski thighs already khul rahi thi. Arjun ne petticoat upar kiya. White panty geeli thi. Usne panty side karke finger se chut ko touch kiya. Garam, geeli, swollen.
“Mummy… itni wet? Mere liye?”
Sunita sharma gayi lekin hips upar uthaye. “Haan beta… pata nahi kab se… raat bhar sochti rehti hoon…”
Arjun ne panty bilkul utar di. Mummy ki chut saamne thi – soft black hair, pink lips, thoda open. Usne pehle tongue se lamba lick kiya. Clit pe focus kiya, suck kiya, finger andar daal ke ghumaya.
Sunita chillayi. “Arjun… beta… ahhhh… mummy ki chut… mat kha aise… main… main jhadne wali hoon…”
Arjun ne nahi ruka. Do ungliyan andar, tongue clit pe, aur mummy ke thighs uske head ko press kar rahi thi. Sunita ka pehla orgasm aaya – body kaanp’ti hui, juices beta ke muh pe.
Arjun upar aaya, pants kholi. Lamba, thick, hard lund bahar nikla. Sunita ne dekha aur aankhein badi ho gayin. “Beta… itna bada… mummy ke muh mein…”
Woh baith gayi. Lund ko haath mein liya, pehle tip pe kiss kiya, phir pure ko muh mein le liya. Slow, deep. Arjun ke haath mummy ke baalon mein the.
“Haan maa… aise… deepthroat… gale tak le…”
Sunita ne try kiya. Lund gale tak gaya, aankhon se paani aaya, lekin usne nahi chhoda. Choosti rahi, saliva se geela kiya, balls bhi muh mein le li. Arjun control kho raha tha.
“Maa… main cum karne wala hoon… muh mein le…”
Sunita ne nod kiya. Arjun ne jor se dhakka diya aur garam cum mummy ke muh mein bhar diya. Thick ropes. Sunita ne sab nigal liya, thoda lips pe bhi laga. Usne tongue se saaf kiya aur beta ko dikhaya – empty mouth.
“Cum khaane wali mummy… pasand aaya beta?”
Arjun ne usko zor se kiss kiya, apna hi cum taste karte hue. “Maa… ab legs faila…”
Sunita ne legs wide spread kiye. Arjun ne lund chut pe ragda, phir dheere se andar daala. Tight, garam, sucking.
“Ahhh… beta… dheere… mummy ki chut… pehli baar…”
Lekin Arjun ne pura andar daal diya. Mummy ke nails uski back pe digs kar rahe the. Slow strokes pehle, phir tez. Bed ki creaking, skin ki thap-thap, mummy ki moans – “Arjun… beta… maar… zor se maar mummy ki chut…”
Arjun ne legs ko shoulders pe uthaya. Deep strokes. Har dhakke pe mummy ki breasts bounce kar rahe the. Usne ek breast muh mein liya, suck karte hue chudai jari rakhi.
“Maa… bol… kiski chut hai ye?”
“Teri… beta… sirf teri… maa beta sex… forbidden… lekin itna maza…”
Woh position change karte rahe. Doggy mein mummy ke haath bed pe, ass upar, Arjun peeche se maarta. Usne hair pakad ke khincha. “Mummy beta chudai… desi ghar ki… aaj se roz hogi.”
Sunita chillati. “Haan… roz… mummy bete ki kahani… raat bhar…”
Phir 69. Arjun ne mummy ko upar bitha diya, face chut pe, aur khud neeche se lund mummy ke muh mein. Dono ek dusre ko kha rahe the. Mummy ka doosra orgasm, juices beta ke face pe, aur Arjun ne phir se muh mein cum kiya. Sunita ne sab piya.
Raat bhar masti chali. Living room mein sofa pe, kitchen counter pe jahan mummy legs failaye khadi, Arjun peeche se maarta. Shower mein geele bodies, soap se slippery, deepthroat phir se. Bedroom mein phir missionary, eyes locked, “pyaar bhara maa beta sambandh” bolte hue.
Subah hone se pehle Arjun ne mummy ko last time jhadaaya. Uske fingers clit pe, lund andar, aur mummy ne zor se chillaya – “Beta… maaa… jhad gayi… teri mummy…”
Woh thak ke soye, bodies entangled. Subah Arjun ne mummy ko wake up kiss diya. “Maa… aaj office late jaunga. Pehle ek round aur.”
Sunita ne smile kiya, legs phir failaye. “CEO beta… mummy ready hai. Desi incest… jab tak dil chahe.”
Uske baad din bhi badal gaye. Office se Arjun video call pe mummy ko commands deta – “Blouse kholo… fingers daalo… bol ‘bete ka cum mummy ke muh mein chahiye’.” Raat ko ghar aate hi seedha bedroom. Kabhi car mein parking mein, mummy ke head Arjun ke lap mein, lund chooste hue. Kabhi balcony pe raat ke andhere mein, city lights dekhte hue chudai.
Ek weekend unhone pure din nikaala. Morning se shuru – breakfast table pe mummy ne under table deepthroat diya. Phir living room floor pe, missionary, doggy, cowgirl. Mummy upar baith ke ride karti, breasts bounce, “maa beta oral sex ke baad ye… full chudai.” Afternoon mein unhone porn dekha – Hindi sex kahani wali – aur usko live re-enact kiya. Mummy ne beta ko “hot mummy beta kahani” sunayi jab woh andar tha.
Shaam ko Arjun ne mummy ko dress up karwaya – sirf heels aur thin nighty. Phir usko wall pe press karke uthaye hue choda. Legs wrap around, deep strokes. “Family taboo hindi… lekin hum break kar rahe hain.”
Raat ko phir 69, phir side se, phir spoon. Har baar cum mummy ke muh mein ya chut mein. Sunita ne seekh liya tha – cum khaane wali mummy ban gayi thi completely. Kabhi thoda face pe bhi leti, smile ke saath.
Weeks beet gaye. Unka rista ab sirf maa-beta nahi tha. Woh lovers the – desi mummy beta romance jo raat bhar chalti. Arjun board meetings mein bhi mummy ke bare mein sochta. Kabhi lunch break pe ghar aa jata sirf ek quick fuck ke liye. Mummy kitchen mein khana bana rahi hoti, Arjun peeche se saree upar karta, panty side, aur seedha andar.
Ek baar party thi bungalow mein – kuch close friends. Raat ko sab soye, Arjun ne mummy ko guest bedroom mein le jaake choda. Hath dabaye, slow lekin deep, taaki awaz na aaye. “Forbidden family sex hindi… yahan bhi.”
Sunita ab open ho chuki thi. Kabhi woh khud initiate karti. Office se Arjun aata toh mummy nangi bed pe legs failaye wait karti. “Aaj mummy gale tak lund legi… phir chudai.”
Unhone har position try ki. Standing, sitting, reverse cowgirl, legs on shoulders. Har baar mummy ke moans same – “Beta… maar… maaa ki chut… teri hai.”
Ek special raat Arjun ne pure ghar ki lights band karke candles jalaye. Rose petals bed pe. Usne mummy ko slow massage diya, oil se, phir oral – lambi der tak. Mummy ko 3-4 baar jhadaaya sirf tongue se. Phir jab lund daala toh Sunita ne aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Arjun… main tujhse pyaar karti hoon… maa beta… lekin real.”
Arjun ne kiss kiya. “Main bhi maa… ab ye humara normal hai.”
Us raat unhone 5 rounds kiye. Last round mein Arjun ne mummy ke muh mein cum kiya, usne nigla, phir kiss kiya sharing. Phir dono soye, satisfied.
Ab unka din routine ban gaya tha. Subah ek quick session, raat bhar full masti. Kabhi Arjun studio se late call karta, “Maa, camera on karo… fingers se dikhao… bol ‘desi mummy beta sex chahiye’.”
Sunita karti. Face red, lekin eyes hungry.
Bollywood parties mein bhi woh secretly touch karte. Elevator mein ek quick handjob. Car ke backseat mein oral. Ghar aate hi full clothes off, pure ghar mein chudai – stairs pe, bathroom mein, even terrace pe under stars.
Ek din Arjun ne decide kiya – mummy ko apne office le jaayega late night. Empty floors, uski big desk pe. Mummy ko desk pe litaya, legs wide, aur choda. Glass windows se city dikh rahi thi. “CEO ke office mein mummy ki chudai… perfect.”
Sunita ne us din sabse zor se jhada. “Beta… ye… ye dream tha…”
Wapas ghar aake unhone celebrate kiya – wine, phir pure raat ka marathon. 69 se start, deepthroat, cum swallow, phir har position. Mummy ne beta ko “mummy bete ka masti” ki full list sunayi jab woh andar tha – har dirty word, har fantasy.
Ab unmein koi guilt nahi tha. Sirf hunger. Mummy ki chut hamesha ready, beta ka lund hamesha hard for her. Desi ghar ki mummy beta – ab pure open.
Kabhi kabhi woh old photos dekhte – papa ke saath – lekin ab unki nazarain milti toh smile aati. Naya chapter shuru ho chuka tha.
Ek aur raat… Arjun ne mummy ko blindfold kiya. Sirf touch se. Fingers, tongue, lund. Mummy andekhe andekhe jhadi, phir jab blindfold utra toh beta uske upar tha, slow strokes. “Maa… main tujhe kabhi nahi chhodunga.”
Sunita ne usko tightly pakda. “Na beta… main bhi. Ye maa bete ki pehli raat nahi… ye har raat hai ab.”
Woh raat bhi lambi chali. Cum phir muh mein, phir chut mein, phir chest pe. Mummy ne sab saaf kiya tongue se. “Cum khaane wali mummy… forever.”
Subah jab sooraj nikla, dono abhi bhi bed pe the, naked, legs intertwined. Arjun ne mummy ke baal stroke kiye. “Aaj holiday. Pure din sirf ye.”
Sunita ne smile kiya aur legs failaye. “Phir se shuru karo beta… mummy ready hai. Desi incest mummy beta… jab tak saans hai.”
Aur phir se shuru ho gaya – soft kisses se, phir intense. Oral, penetration, multiple orgasms. Unki kahani ab sirf ek raat ki nahi thi. Yeh unki zindagi ban chuki thi – forbidden, hot, endless.
Arjun kabhi kabhi sochta – Bollywood scripts mein aise stories nahi aati. Lekin real life mein uski mummy uske liye legs failati thi, har raat, har position mein. Aur woh usko har tarah se khush karta – muh se, lund se, words se.
“Mummy lund choosna… pasand hai?”
“Haan beta… gale tak… phir maar.”
“Maa ki chut bete ne maari… kitni baar?”
“Gin nahi sakti… aur chahiye.”
Unka bond ab itna deep tha ki duniya se chhupaana mushkil ho gaya tha. Lekin unhein farak nahi padta tha. Ghar ki chaar deewaron ke andar, woh free the – maa aur beta, lovers, pure raw.
Ek last long session us weekend… pure 6 hours almost. Breaks ke beech paani, thoda khana, phir wapas. Positions change, dirty talk continuous – saare terms jo unke beech code ban gaye the. 69, deepthroat, cum swallow, full chudai, raat bhar.
Jab aakhir mein dono thak ke gire, Sunita ne Arjun ke chest pe head rakha. “Beta… ye sab… main kabhi soch nahi sakti thi. Lekin ab… main incomplete feel karti hoon bina tere lund ke.”
Arjun ne usko tight hug kiya. “Maa… main bhi. Tu meri sabse badi weakness aur strength hai. CEO banne se pehle bhi, baad mein bhi… tu hi.”
Unhone aur ek soft round kiya – slow, loving, eyes open. Cum phir andar, phir share kiss.
Uske baad life continue. Office, parties, ghar. Lekin har din ke end mein same – mummy legs failati, beta andar aata, aur duniya bahar reh jati.
Yeh thi unki Hindi Sex Kahani – desi, taboo, endless. Maa beta sex jo kabhi khatam nahi hua. Hot mummy beta kahani jo har raat naya chapter likhti. Indian mom son incest jo unke liye ab pyaar ban gaya tha.
Aur har baar jab Arjun mummy ke muh mein cum karta, ya uski chut ko bhar’ta, toh ek hi baat clear thi – yeh sirf sex nahi tha. Yeh unka naya ghar tha. Unka naya rista. Forbidden, lekin pure.
Raat phir andheri ho gayi. Arjun ne lights band kiye. Mummy ne legs failaye. Aur kahani dobara shuru ho gayi…
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