Papa ke do hafte wale office tour shuru hote hi ghar ka lock khul gaya tha. Ishani mummy subah kitchen mein khadi thi, cream colour ki satin nightie pehni hui, neeche black lace bra aur matching panty. Nightie itni patli thi ki unke bade desi breasts ke shape aur dark nipples saaf dikh rahe the. Shaurya door frame pe lean karke dekh raha tha, Rishi uske peeche coffee leke khada tha.
Shaurya ne Hinglish mein kaha, “Mummy aaj lingerie show de rahi ho kya. Yeh photos jaisi body hai.” Ishani ne peeth pher ke smile kiya, “Beta aise mat bol, Rishi hai.” Lekin uska haath nightie ke hem pe ruk gaya, jaise hide karna chahti ho lekin nahi kar paayi.
Pehle din sirf teasing thi. Shaurya mummy ke paas se nikalte hue kamar pe haath pherta, “family taboo” wali baat hasi-hasi mein karta, “Papa nahi hai na, delhi sex kahani jaisi feeling aa rahi hai ghar mein.” Ishani sharmaati, “Shaurya hush. Forbidden family sex mat soch.” Rishi chup chap dekh raha tha.
Doosri shaam living room mein teenon baithe. Ishani ne red lace bodysuit pehna tha jo Shaurya ne online mangaaya tha — crotchless nahi, lekin itna tight ki choot ki line dikh rahi thi. Shaurya ne phone nikaala, “Mummy ek photo. Lingerie show. Ishani naam se save karunga.” Ishani ne mana kiya lekin pose de diya. Shaurya ne close-up liya — bade stan, slim waist, moti gaand. Phir Rishi ko dikhaya.
Shaurya mummy ke bagal mein shift ho gaya. Haath thigh pe, phir andar. “Desi mummy beta sex abhi start hota hai,” usne kaan mein kaha. Ishani ka muh khula, “Beta ye hindi sex story mom son mat bana…” Uske pehle Shaurya ne nightie ka zip utaar diya. Bra hook khula. Ishani ke gore, bhaari breasts bahar aa gaye. Shaurya ne dono haath se squeeze kiye, nipples pinch kiye, muh laga ke choosne laga.
Rishi ne jeans kholi. Ishani ne aankh band ki, “Rishi dekh raha hai Shaurya… indian mom son incest… ye nahi…” Shaurya ne panty side ki. Mummy ki thodi hairy, plump choot geeli thi. Do ungliyan andar. “Mummy beta chudai hindi mein ab live hai. Papa ki anupasthiti mein maa beta.”
Shaurya ne apna lund nikaala — mota, lambe, veins phooli. Ishani ki aankhen phaili. “Vishal lund… beta ruk.” Shaurya lund uske honthon pe ragda. “Chuso. Apne bete ka. Photos ke baad ab asli show.” Ishani ne pehle sirf jeebh lagayi, phir muh khol diya. Shaurya ne baal pakad ke dheere-dheere gale tak daala. Rishi paas aa ke mummy ke left breast ko masal raha tha.
Shaurya ne mummy ko 69 pe bitha diya sofa pe. Neeche se woh choot chaat raha tha, clit suck kar raha tha, “Maa ki choot bete ne chaati.” Upar Ishani uska lund chus rahi thi, aansu nikal rahe the lekin rok nahi rahi thi. Rishi ne apna lund nikaal ke Ishani ke haath mein de diya. Woh dono ko simultaneously handle karne lagi.
Phir doggy. Shaurya peeche khada, lund choot pe rub karke ek dhakke mein andar. Ishani ne cheekha, “Ahhh… maa ki choot bete ne maari… itna mota…” Shaurya tez pelne laga, thap-thap, balls gaand pe. “Bol, family taboo toot gaya. Bol tu meri willing slut banegi.”
Ishani ne pehle “Galat hai” kaha, teesre dhakke pe “Haan… chodo… Rishi ke saamne chodo.” Tab Shaurya ne lund nikaala aur Rishi ko aage kiya. “Ab dost hard chodega. Mom ki chudai dost ke saath.”
Rishi ne kamar pakdi aur full force se lund andar ghusa diya. Ishani ka badan jhatka. “Rishi… zor se… meri choot fat rahi hai…” Rishi nahi ruka. Hard, deep, tez. Har stroke pe Ishani aage khisak rahi thi, Shaurya ne aage se muh pakad ke apna lund wapas daal diya. Ab mummy bete ka muh mein, dost ka choot mein le rahi thi.
Rishi ne gaand pe thappad maare, “Aunty nahi, Ishani. Teri choot bahut tight hai.” Ishani ki awaaz change ho gayi, moan open ho gayi. “Hard… aur hard… dono use karo…” Shaurya ne kaha, “Dekh Rishi, son turns mom into his own willing slut. Ab ye meri randi hai.”
Missionary mein Rishi upar aaya, Ishani ke pair kandhe pe, pounding tez. Shaurya side se nipples choos raha tha, kabhi muh mein ungli. Ishani ke nails Rishi ki peeth pe. “Mummy beta ki gupt chudai… ab gupt nahi rahi.” Rishi ne deep jaake ruk ke phir aur tez kiya. Ishani ki choot se awaaz aa rahi thi, juices sofa pe.
Bedroom shift. Lights dim. Shaurya ne aur lingerie nikaali — black mesh teddy, red garter. Ishani khud pehenne lagi. Photos aur liye, is baar pose dirty — choot khol ke, lund cheek pe, dono lund haath mein. Caption jaise baat Shaurya bol raha tha, “Hindi incest story, maa bete ka taboo, pehli raat.”
Raat bhar positions chalti rahi. Wall ke against Shaurya choda, Rishi neeche se gaand chaat ke ungli daalta. Phir double — pehle try, Ishani darte hue bhi “Dheere” kehti, phir “Andar karo.” Ek lund choot, ek muh. Baad mein Rishi ne gaand bhi try ki, Ishani chillayi lekin Shaurya ne kaha “Willing slut yaad hai,” aur woh relax hone lagi.
Subah kitchen. Ishani sirf apron, neeche panty nahi. Shaurya peeche se aaya, apron upar, khadi khadi choda jab toast brown ho raha tha. Rishi counter pe baith ke dekh raha tha, phir aake mummy ke muh mein lund de diya. “Dilli sex kahani ghar mein live.”
Din by din Ishani change hui. Woh khud Shaurya ke room mein subah jaati, lund chusti jab tak woh uth nahi jata, phir upar baith jaati. Rishi aata to kehti, “Aaj hard lena, kal soft tha.” Woh dirty Hinglish mein baat karti, “Meri choot ab teri property hai beta. Dost ko bhi de deti hoon kyunki tu kehta hai.”
Car mein bhi hua. Parking, tinted glass. Shaurya drive kar raha, Rishi peeche mummy ko finger, phir lund. Ishani muh se “Papa call mat utarna” kehti aur moan dabaati.
Papa ke video call pe Ishani normal sari mein baithti, neeche Shaurya uski panty side karke chaat raha hota. Call khatam hote hi nightie utar, dono lund wapas.
Ek hafte baad Ishani poori tarah se slut mode mein thi. Lingerie drawer alag, photos folder phone mein “Ishani Shaurya Rishi.” Woh khud suggest karti, “Aaj Rishi pehle hard chode, tu baad mein muh mein cum kar.” Shaurya smile karta, “Son ne mom ko apni willing slut bana liya. Desi mummy beta sex ab roz ka hai.”
Last lamba scene usi living room ka tha jahan shuru hua. Ishani red crotchless bodysuit mein, dono lund pe ready. Shaurya ne pehle choda, phir Rishi ne itna hard ki sofa khisak gaya. Ishani ke baal bikhre, lipstick smudge, choot suji, cum andar-bahar. Woh leti hui boli, “Ab main wapas nahi jaungi. Papa aaye to bhi raat ko tumhare paas aaungi. Maa bete ki sex kahani ab hamari real life hai. Rishi bhi family ka part.”
Shaurya ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya, lund abhi bhi half hard uski thigh pe. “Tu meri hai Ishani. Friend ke saamne, friend ke saath, jab chahe. Willing slut. Bas yahi.”
Ishani ne aankh band ki, dono ke beech lipat ke so gayi, body used, mind clear. Taboo toot chuka tha. Ghar ke andar ab yahi normal tha — mummy, beta, dost, lingerie, photos, hard chudai, aur woh Hinglish moans jo raat bhar chalti thi.
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