Delhi ke South Extension wale bade flat mein Diya Sharma 42 saal ki thi. Gori, gol matol figure, bade bade doodh, patli kamar, moti gaand. Pati Kabir 45 ka executive tha, aksar tour pe. Beta Ishaan 23 ka, lamba, tight body, aur lund itna mota ki jeans mein ubhar ke dikhta.
Kabir ko Bastar project mila. “Do hafte lagenge,” bola. Diya ne lipstick lagayi, “Jaldi aa.” Ishaan ne socha: Papa gaye to Maa ab meri hai.
Pehli raat papa ke jaane ke baad Diya ne wine pi. Red nighty, neeche kuch nahi. Ishaan kitchen se nikal ke dekha — Maa ki chuchiya nighty mein ubhar rahi, nipples tight.
“Maa, itni pi li?”
Diya hansi, slurring, “Beta… ghar khali lag raha. Aaja paas.”
Ishaan sofa pe baitha. Diya uske upar gir gayi. Uske bade doodh Ishaan ke seene se chipak gaye. “Itni garam ho, Maa.”
Diya ne haath uske jeans pe rakha. “Tu bhi garam hai. Kitna bada ho gaya…” Haath andar ghusaya. Lund seedha, garam, nass-nass wala. “Arre… itna mota? Papa se bhi bada.”
Ishaan ne Maa ke honth pakde. Pehla kiss — geela, lambi zabaan. Diya ne moan kiya, “Oui Maa… beta… ye kya kar raha…”
Woh khud jeans kholne lagi. Lund nikal aaya — lamba, mota, sir chamakta. Diya ne dekh ke muh khol diya. “Itna bada lund… Maa ko dara raha.” Phir jhuk gayi. Zabaan se top choosa, thuk lagaya, poora muh mein le liya. Gala tak. “Mmmph… Maa ne bete ka lund chusa…”
Ishaan ne baal pakde, dheere dheere muh mein pelne laga. Diya ki aankhen nam, thuk tapak raha, “Oui… itna gehra… Maa ki chut gili ho rahi.”
Woh khadi hui, nighty utari. Nangi. Bade doodh, kale nipple, chut ke baal trim, fold geele. Ishaan ne doodh dabaye, choose, kaate. “Maa ke doodh… pehle se bade.”
Diya palat ke sofa pe jhuk gayi, gaand uthayi. “Beta… Maa ki chut dekh. Kitni taras rahi.”
Ishaan ne do ungliyan ghusayi. Geeli, garam, tight. “Itni tight abhi bhi, Maa?”
“Papa se kam milta… tu maar.”
Ishaan ne lund chut pe ragda. Sir ghusa. Diya cheekhi, “Ahhn… itna mota… dheere…” Phir poora andar. Ek hi dhakke mein Maa ki chut bhar gayi. “Fuuuck… Maa ki chut bete ne maari… itna gehra…”
Woh tez choda. Thap-thap aawaz, Diya ke doodh hil rahe, gaand laal. Ishaan ne gaand pe thappad maara. “Naughty Maa… itni gili.” Doosra thappad. Diya aur geeli ho gayi. “Haan… beta maar… Maa ko spank kar… phir chod.”
Pehli raat teen baar choda. Pehle sofa, phir bedroom, phir balcony mein raat ke 2 baje. Diya ki chut se cum tapak raha, thighs geele. “Ab Maa teri hai, Ishaan. Papa ko mat batana.”
Dusre din subah Diya ne lingerie pehni — black lace bra, thong. Breakfast banate hue thong se gaand nikal rahi. Ishaan peeche se aaya, thong side kiya, lund seedha chut mein. Kitchen counter pe khadi-khadi chudai. Diya ke haath sink pe, “Beta… doodh daba… Maa ko doodh nikal de.”
Ishaan ne bra utara, doodh choosa jab tak Diya kamp nahi gayi. Phir tez dhakke. Platein giri. “Mummy beta chudai… ghar mein hi…”
Shaam ko Diya ne kaha, “Aaj poori tarah meri banja.” Woh bedroom gaye. Diya ne Ishaan ko nanga kiya, lund ko haath se masla — handjob, thuk laga ke, balls dabaye. Phir 69. Diya upar, chut Ishaan ke muh pe, lund uske gale mein. Ishaan ne chut chat li, clit choosi, zabaan andar. Diya ne lund gala tak liya, thuk-thuk. “Oui Maa oui Maa… lund chooso kahani jeesi…”
Phir Diya ne upar baithi — cowgirl. Bade doodh Ishaan ke muh mein, kamar hilati. “Dekh Maa ki chut kaise lund nigal rahi.” Tez-tez. Cum andar chhod diya. Diya ne bahar nikaala, cum chut se nikal ke apne doodh pe lagaya. “Ab Maa teri randi.”
Teejre din Diya thodi drunk phir se. Red wine. “Aaj thoda rough.” Ishaan ne use palta ke bed pe patka, haath peeche kiye, lund gaand ke paas. “Pehle chut, phir…” Diya ne kaha, “Haan… Maa ki gaand bhi le le aaj.”
Pehle chut tez chodi, phir nikal ke gaand pe thuk lagaya, ungli se khola, phir lund dheere ghusaya. Diya ki awaaz change ho gayi, “Ahhhn… itna mota gaand mein… beta… Maa ko phaad raha.” Ishaan ne doodh dabaye hue gaand maari. Donon jagah cum bhara.
Raaton ko woh baat karte. “Papa wapas aayega to kya?” Diya ne kaha, “Woh soye hue honge. Hum chupke. Ya tu Maa ko itna chodega ki Papa se mann uth jaaye.”
Ek raat Diya ne purani photo nikaali — shaadi ke time ki. “Tab bhi tight thi. Ab tu maar raha.” Ishaan ne use usi pose mein choda jaise photo mein.
Weekend pe Diya ne kaha, “Chal temple.” Woh Kalkaji nahi, chhote se mandir gaye jahaan bheed kam. Diya ne sari peheni, neeche panty nahi. Mandir ke peeche andhere kone mein Ishaan ne sari uthayi, lund chut mein ghusa. Diya haath jod ke khadi, “Bhagwan maaf kare… Maa bete ki chudai mandir mein…” Dheere dhakke, koi na sune. Diya ki chut se paani tapka. “Danteshwari jaisi… lekin yeh Delhi ki Maa.”
Ghar wapas aake aur chode. Shower mein, Diya ne ghutno pe baith ke lund choosa jab tak Ishaan ne muh mein nahi chhoda. Diya ne nigal liya, “Maa ne bete ka ras piya.”
Din-raat yahi. Subah uthte hi Diya Ishaan ke lund pe muh. Sham ko TV dekhte hue haath jeans mein. Raat ko teen-teen round. Diya ki chut laal, swollen, hamesha gili. “Beta tera lund ab Maa ki aadat.”
Kabir ka call aaya, “Kal aa raha hoon.” Diya ne phone rakh ke Ishaan ko dekha. “Aaj raat poori. Kal se chupke.”
Aakhri raat unhone sab kiya. Pehle Diya ne lingerie show — alag-alag set, har baar Ishaan lund nikaal ke dikhata. Phir spanking — Diya ko godi mein litaya, gaand pe 20 thappad, har thappad pe chut se paani. Phir usi godi mein lund chut mein. Phir khadi chudai sheeshe ke saamne. Phir Diya ne Ishaan ko choda jaise woh Maa ho — reverse, lund pakad ke andar lete hue.
Subah 4 baje last round. Diya ne kaha, “Ab se Maa teri hai, Ishaan. Papa ke saamne acting. Raat ko tu aana.”
Ishaan ne last cum andar chhoda, chut se nikalta dekh ke. “Haan Maa. Papa ki Maa ab meri hai.”
Kabir aaya. Normal family. Diya dinner banati, Ishaan table ke neeche Maa ki chut mein ungli. Raat ko Kabir soya, Ishaan Maa ke kamre mein ghus aaya. Diya ne quietly lund nikaala, muh mein liya, phir chupke chut mein baithi. Bed hil raha tha dheere, Kabir doosri taraf soya. Diya ne kaan mein kaha, “Oui… Maa ko chod… Papa ke saath hi…”
Woh raha unka raaz. Delhi ke us flat mein Maa beta ki chudai chalti rahi. Kabhi kitchen, kabhi car mein parking, kabhi jab Kabir office late. Diya hamesha ready — gili chut, khule doodh, “Beta abhi maar.”
Ishaan sochta: Papa mom ab meri hai. Aur Maa khud maangti hai.
Kahāni yahīn lambi chalti hai — har raat naya pose, naya jagah, Maa ki chut aur gaand dono bhari rehti. Family taboo, niṣiddha prem, desi mummy beta sex jo kabhi khatam nahi hota.
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