Dost Ki Mummy Ko Unke Ghar Mein Choda

Pyaare saathiyo aur chut ke diwano, aaj main ek aisi asli se lagti hui sex story lekar aaya hoon jo abhi bhi mere dil mein jal rahi hai.

Woh 12th class ka time tha. Main 18 saal ka tha, body full of hormones, aur dimaag sirf ek cheez pe — Savita Madam.

Mera dost tha Shaurya. Uski mummy humari Hindi teacher thin. Naam tha Savita. 38 saal ki, lekin lagti thin 28 ki. Skin itni mulayam aur chamakti hui jaise doodh mein mehndi milayi ho. Figure tight, hips heavy, aur boobs jo blouse ke andar se bhi challenge karte the. Unke lips soft the, aankhein deep brown, aur smile mein ek aisi chaal thi jo seedha lund tak jaati thi.

Jab bhi woh class mein aati thin, mera lund seedha khada ho jaata. Main shaurya ke paas hi baithta, unke kaam karta, unke notes complete karta, bas unke nazdeek rehne ke liye. Tuition bhi unke ghar lene laga. Din bhar unhe dekhta — unke walking style ko, unke haath ke gestures ko, unke petticoat ke neeche se jhalakte curves ko.

Ek baar mere mummy-papa bahar gaye hue the. Unhone mujhe Shaurya ke ghar chhod diya. Matlab Savita Madam ke ghar. Main andar se khush ho gaya. Sunday tha. Shaurya ko uske papa ne phone karke bahar bula liya. Ghar mein sirf main aur Savita Madam reh gaye.

Madam bathroom mein kapde dho rahi thin. Mujhe awaaz di, “Navneet, dukaan se sabun le aao.”

Main gaya, lekin paise bhool gaya. Wapas aaya, bell bajayi, koi nahi aaya. Dusri key se gate khola. Bathroom ka gate thoda khula tha. Main ruka. Andar dekha…

Savita Madam nangi thin. Paani unke body pe se beh raha tha. Boobs geele, nipples tight, aur unki chut ke baal thode geele ho rahe the. Woh apne haath se soap lagaa rahi thin, haath unki thighs pe, phir upar. Meri saans ruk gayi. Lund pathar ho gaya. Main control karke wahan se hat gaya, sabun de diya, aur room mein jaake sochne laga.

Us din maine bathroom mein apna phone chhupa diya, camera on karke. Phir khana khaya unke saamne. Unke lips dekhte hue. Movie dekhne baithe. Romantic scenes aa rahe the. Madam ke chehre pe ek alag si geeli si chamak aa gayi. Woh bathroom gayi. Main peeche gaya.

Andar unhone petticoat upar kiya hua tha. Ungliyan apni chut pe ghumaa rahi thin. Aankhein band, muh se halki si aah nikal rahi thi. “Mmm… haan…” Main wapas sofa pe baith gaya, lekin lund itna tight tha ki dard ho raha tha.

Thodi der baad unke upar rooi ka katta gir gaya. Paer mein chot lag gayi. Woh khadi nahi ho paa rahi thin. “Navneet… uthhao mujhe… bed pe lita do.”

Maine unhe god mein uthaya. Unka weight soft tha, body garam. Bed pe litaya. Unhone kaha, “Tel le aao… pairon ki maalish kar do.”

Maine tel liya. Unhone petticoat jaangh tak chadhaya. Soft, white thighs. Main maalish karne laga. Unke pair itne komal the ki haath atak jaate the. Phir unhone kaha, “Ab ulti let jaati hoon… peeth bhi kar do. Tum bahut acchi maalish karte ho.”

Peeth bilkul makkhan jaisi. Main haath ghumata raha. Unhone poocha, “Girlfriend hai?”

“Nahi Madam.”

“Kaisi ladki pasand hai?”

Main madhosh tha. “Aap jaisi…”

Woh hasi. “Sach? Itni sundar lagti hoon main?”

“Haan… agar mera bas chale to aapse shaadi kar loon.”

Unhone dheere se kaha, “Aaj main tumhari teacher nahi hoon, Navneet. Dost hoon. Khulke bolo.”

Maine himmat ki. Haath unke kandhon se neeche le gaya. Kamar. Phir aur neeche. Unki aankhein band ho gayi. Main unke hothon ke kareeb gaya. Jaise hi lips touch hue, unhone aankhein kholi aur dhakka diya.

“Itni si chhoot di thi… aur tum…!”

Main ruk nahi paya. “Madam… maine sab dekh liya. Bathroom mein. Aapki chut. Video bhi hai mere paas.”

Unka chehra laal ho gaya. Saans tez. “Toh… ab kya chahiye?”

“Aap. Aaj raat.”

Woh chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Kisi ko mat batana. Kabhi dhoka mat dena.”

Uske baad toh jaise bandhan toot gaya.

Unhone mera sar pakda aur mere hothon ko choosne lagi. Main bhookha sher ban gaya. Unki gardan, unke kandhe, unki soft skin — sab chaatne laga. Petticoat faad diya. Panty muh se khinchi. Unki chut geeli thi, soft petals. Maine jeebh daali. Woh seeti maarne lagi, “Aahh… Navneet… ummm…”

Blouse faada. Bra tod di. Unke boobs bade, bhaari, nipples dark aur tight. Maine unhe choosa, kaata, dabaaya. Woh mere upar aa gayi, meri chaddi kholi. Mera lund bahar nikla — mota, lamba, veins ubhri hui.

Unhone usse pakda. “Itna bada… 10 mahine se kisi ne nahi chhua mujhe…”

Phir unhone lund choosna shuru kiya. Geeli jeebh, gehri nazar. Main unka sar pakad ke dheere dheere dhakka maarta raha. Phir unhone kaha, “Ab mat tadpao… chodo mujhe.”

Maine unki taangein kandhon pe rakhi. Lund unki chut pe raga. Phir ek zor ka dhakka. Half andar. Woh chillayi. Dusra dhakka — poora andar. Unki aankhein badi ho gayi, muh khula. “Ahhh… slow…!”

Main slow se shuru kiya, phir tez. Unki chut itni tight aur geeli thi ki awaaz aa rahi thi — chap-chap. Unke boobs bounce ho rahe the. Main unhe god mein uthake uchhalte hue choda. Phir ek taang upar karke. Phir ghodi bana diya. Gaand pe haath maarte hue, boobs pakad ke peeche se dhakke maare.

Woh rone jaisi awaazein nikaal rahi thi, “Haan… aur tez… Navneet… meri chut phaad do…”

Main unki chut mein hi jhad gaya. Garam cum unke andar. Dono ek dusre pe gir gaye, saansein phooli hui, bodies chipki hui.

Us raat se lekar jab tak unke pati nahi aaye, har raat unhe choda. Har corner mein. Kitchen counter pe, sofa pe, bathroom mein paani ke neeche. Unke pati ke aane ke baad bhi… ab woh sirf mujhe hi leti hain. Chupke se. School ke baad. Kabhi-kabhi shaam ko unke ghar.

Agli baar main bataunga kaise humne pahaadon mein chudai ki thi… jahaan sirf hawa aur unki cheekhein thin.