Akshay 22 saal ka ladka tha. Delhi se engineering complete karke woh apne Punjab ke gaon wapas aa raha tha. Garmi ka mausam tha. Train se utar ke jab woh ghar pahuncha, toh uski mummy Deepika bahar khadi thi. Deepika 42 saal ki sundar Punjabi widow thi – gori chamdi, bade-bade doodh jo salwar kameez mein ubhar rahe the, chaudi kamar aur moti gaand. Papa 5 saal pehle accident mein guzar gaye the. Deepika ab ghar ka kaam sambhalti thi aur thodi akeli si lagti thi.
Jaise hi Deepika ne apne bete ko dekha, uske chehre par khushi ki chamak aa gayi.
“Arre puttar Akshay! Tu aa gaya?” Deepika ne Akshay ko tight gale lagaya. Uske bade doodh Akshay ke seene se dab gaye. Akshay ko feel hua ki mummy ki body pehle se bhi zyada soft aur garam thi. Usne Deepika ko aur tight pakda.
“Kaise ho mummy? Bahut time baad mil raha hoon.”
Deepika ne uska chehra dekha. “Bahut accha lag raha hai tu. Delhi mein thak gaya hoga. Andar aa, thanda paani pi.”
Ghar ke andar Akshay ne dekha ki uski mummy ab bhi bahut hot lag rahi thi. Uski kameez thodi tight thi, doodh ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi. Ek baar dupatta neeche gir gaya toh Deepika ne jaldi se uthaya, lekin Akshay ki nazar uske cleavage par pad gayi. Usne turant nazar hata li, lekin dil mein kuch hua.
Shaam ko khana khaate hue baat-cheet hui. Deepika ne poocha ki Delhi mein koi ladki toh nahi ban gayi. Akshay hans ke bola, “Nahi mummy, koi nahi. Tu hi sabse sundar hai ghar mein.”
Deepika sharma gayi. “Chup kar beta. Main budhiya ho gayi hoon ab.”
Lekin uske chehre par ek alag si chamak thi. Raat ko bijli chali gayi. Garmi aur badh gayi. Deepika ne candle jalayi aur Akshay ke paas baith gayi. Woh dono purane dinon ki baatein kar rahe the.
“Papa ke baad ghar bahut sunsaan lagta hai,” Deepika ne dheere se kaha. “Raat ko neend nahi aati kabhi-kabhi.”
Akshay ne uska haath pakda. “Main aa gaya na mummy. Ab main hoon tere saath.”
Deepika ne uski taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein kuch alag tha. Akshay ko laga ki mummy ki body uske paas aane se garam ho rahi hai. Woh dono chup ho gaye. Sirf saanson ki awaaz thi.
Raat ko Akshay apne kamre mein tha. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh mummy Deepika ke baare mein soch raha tha – uske bade doodh, uski chaudi gaand, uska gora jism. Usne apna lund haath mein le liya aur dheere dheere hilane laga. Tabhi darwaza khula. Deepika andar aayi, sirf ek patli nighty mein. Candle ki roshni mein uska jism saaf dikh raha tha – nipples halke se ubhar rahe the, gaand ki shape tight nighty mein bahar aa rahi thi.
“Beta Akshay, paani piya tune?” Deepika ne poocha dheere se.
Akshay jaldi se haath hata ke baitha. “Haan mummy.”
Deepika paas aayi aur bed par baith gayi. “Tu itna bada ho gaya hai. Ab tu mera chhota sa beta nahi raha.”
Akshay ne uska haath pakda. “Main hamesha tera beta rahunga mummy. Lekin ab main samajhta hoon ki tu akeli hai.”
Deepika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Beta… main bahut tadapti hoon. Raaton ko apne aap ko chhooti hoon lekin kuch nahi hota.”
Woh dono ek dusre ko dekh rahe the. Phir Akshay ne himmat karke mummy ko gale lagaya. Deepika pehle toh ruk gayi, phir dheere se uske seene mein sar rakh diya.
“Beta… yeh galat hai,” Deepika ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein koi rok nahi thi.
Akshay ne uske nighty ke upar se doodh dabaye. Deepika ne siskari li. “Ahhh… beta mat kar.”
Lekin Akshay ruk nahi raha tha. Usne nighty upar kiya aur mummy ke bade doodh bahar nikaal liye. Gora, bada, nipple dark brown. Akshay ne muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
Deepika ka sar peeche ho gaya. “Haan beta… chus le apni mummy ke doodh. Bahut din baad kisi ne chhua hai inko.”
Akshay ek doodh chus raha tha, dusre ko haath se masal raha tha. Deepika ki saanse tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath Akshay ke lund par rakh diya. Lund bahut hard tha.
“Kitna bada ho gaya hai tera lund beta,” Deepika ne kaha, haath ghumaate hue. “Mummy ki chut isko andar lena chahti hai ab.”
Akshay ne nighty poori utaar di. Deepika bilkul nangi thi – badi chut, halke baal, moti gaand. Akshay ne apni pant utaari. Usne mummy ko letaya aur unke beech mein aa gaya.
Pehle toh dono chup the. Phir Akshay ne apna lund mummy ki chut par ragda.
“Daal de beta,” Deepika ne kaha, aankhein band karke. “Maa ki chut mein apna garam lund daal de. Chod apni Deepika ko.”
Akshay ne dheere se dhakka maara. Lund andar ghus gaya – tight, garam aur geeli chut. Deepika chillayi, “Ahhhh… beta! Bahut bada hai tera! Dheere… dheere daal puttar.”
Akshay dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Deepika ke muh se awaazein nikal rahi thi – “Haan Akshay… zor se… maa ko chod… apni maa ki chut phaad de.”
Woh tezi se chodne laga. Bed hil raha tha. Deepika ke doodh hil rahe the. Akshay ne ek haath se uski gaand pakdi aur zor zor se dhakke maare.
“Chod raha hoon na mummy? Apni desi Punjabi mummy Deepika ko chod raha hoon main,” Akshay ne kaha.
“Haan beta… tu hi mera mard hai ab. Papa ke baad tu hi hai jo mujhe chod sakta hai. Jhad ja andar… maa ko pregnant kar de apne lund se!”
Yeh sunke Akshay aur tez ho gaya. Woh mummy ke upar chadh ke zor zor se pel raha tha. Deepika ke muh se chillate chillate awaazein aa rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan… beta Akshay… aur zor se… maa ki chut le rahi hai tera lund… bahut accha lag raha hai!”
Dono ek saath jhad gaye. Akshay ne apna saara maal Deepika ki chut mein chhod diya. Deepika ne usko tight pakda, “Haan beta… andar hi chhod de… maa ko bhar de.”
Woh dono paseene se tar ho gaye the. Akshay ne lund bahar nikala. Chut se maal nikal raha tha. Deepika ne usko saaf kiya apni nighty se.
Subah jab Akshay utha toh Deepika kitchen mein thi, sirf salwar aur bra mein. Akshay peeche se aa gaya aur uske doodh pakad liye.
“Mummy Deepika… raat wali baat yaad hai?”
Deepika sharma gayi lekin ruk nahi. “Haan beta. Ab tu rukega nahi toh main bhi nahi rukungi.”
Akshay ne uski salwar neeche kari aur chut mein ungli daal di. Deepika siskari li. “Beta… koi aa jayega.”
“Lekin mujhe chodna hai tujhe abhi,” Akshay ne kaha.
Usne mummy ko kitchen ke counter par letaya aur lund andar daal diya. Subah ki roshni mein dono chod rahe the. Deepika ke muh se nikal raha tha – “Chod beta Akshay… apni Punjabi mummy ko subah-subah chod… zor se pel apna lund!”
Akshay ne zor zor se dhakke maare. Deepika ke doodh hil rahe the. Usne mummy ki gaand par thappad maare. “Kitni garam chut hai teri mummy!”
“Haan puttar… teri mummy Deepika ki chut sirf tere liye hai ab. Chod mujhe roz… har raat… har subah!”
Dono jhad gaye. Is baar bhi Akshay ne andar hi maal chhoda.
Agli raat aur bhi garam ho gayi. Deepika ne khud Akshay ke kamre mein aake nighty utaar di. “Aaj tu meri gaand bhi maar beta.”
Akshay excited ho gaya. Usne mummy ko doggy style mein kiya. Pehle chut mein daala, phir dheere se gaand mein ungli daali. Deepika chillayi lekin mana nahi kiya.
“Daal de beta… maa ki gaand phaad de!”
Akshay ne thoda sa tel laga ke lund gaand mein daala. Tight tha, lekin dheere dheere andar gaya. Deepika ke muh se dard aur maza dono ki awaazein aa rahi thi – “Ahhh… dard ho raha hai beta… lekin mat ruk… chod apni mummy ki gaand!”
Woh tezi se pelne laga. Deepika ke gaand ke thappad ki awaaz poore ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Akshay ne uske baal pakde aur zor se kheench ke chod raha tha.
“Bol mummy Deepika… kaun chod raha hai tujhe?”
“Tu… mera beta Akshay… mera puttar… apni maa ko chod raha hai!”
Dono bahut der tak chode. Last mein Akshay ne gaand mein hi jhad diya. Deepika ne lund muh mein le ke saaf kiya.
Agla din dopahar ko ghar mein koi nahi tha. Deepika ne Akshay ko bulaya bedroom mein. Woh dono nange ho gaye. Is baar Deepika ne upar chadh ke lund apni chut mein daala aur ghumane lagi.
“Ab main tujhe chodungi beta,” Deepika ne kaha. “Maa tera lund apni chut mein le rahi hai.”
Woh zor zor se upar neeche ho rahi thi. Akshay uske doodh chus raha tha. Deepika ke muh se nikal raha tha – “Haan… beta Akshay… maa ko pregnant kar… apna bachcha de mujhe… Punjabi family badha de!”
Akshay ne neeche se dhakke maare. Dono ek saath jhad gaye. Deepika ne lund andar hi rakha jab tak saara maal andar nahi chala gaya.
Agli kuch din aise hi guzre. Raat ko, subah, dopahar – jahaan mauka milta, dono chodte. Kabhi bathroom mein, kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi field ke paas.
Ek din raat ko Deepika ne kaha, “Beta Akshay, ab main teri biwi ban gayi hoon. Tu mujhe roz chodna. Main teri hoon.”
Akshay ne usko tight gale lagaya. “Haan mummy Deepika. Ab tu meri hai. Main tujhe har din chodunga. Teri chut, teri gaand, tere doodh – sab mere hain.”
Deepika ne uske lund ko haath mein le liya. “Phir se daal de beta. Maa ki chut phir se tadap rahi hai.”
Woh raat bhar chode. Subah tak Deepika ke jism par Akshay ke daag pad gaye the – chusne ke, thappadon ke.
Ghar mein kisi ko shak nahi tha. Woh dono bahar se normal the, andar se ek dusre ke liye pagal.
Deepika aksar kehti, “Beta, tu hi mera mard hai ab. Papa ke baad tune hi mujhe jeene ka maza diya hai.”
Akshay kehti, “Mummy Deepika, tu meri sabse best desi Punjabi maal hai. Teri chut ka maza kisi aur mein nahi.”
Aise hi unki chudai chalti rahi – roz, kai baar din mein. Kabhi dheere pyar se, kabhi zor se jaise jungle mein. Deepika ke muh se hamesha nikalti – “Chod beta Akshay… apni mummy Deepika ko… zor se… andar jhad ja… maa ko bhar de!”
Akshay bhi kehta – “Haan mummy… tujhe roz chodunga… teri Punjabi chut ko apna lund deke bharunga!”
Yeh thi unki garam, forbidden, lekin bahut mazedar Punjabi desi mummy-beta Deepika aur Akshay ki chudai ki kahani.
The End
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