Main shower le chuki thi. Bahar nikli toh table pe numbing cream thi. Papa ne rakha hoga mere liye. Maine wo fatafat lagayi aur taiyar hone lagi.
Mummy ki kurti aur jeans pehen li. Mere chuche uchal ke bahar nikal rahe hai. Mirror mein main itni sexy lag rahi hu ki khud ko chod du. Lipstick aur kajal laga ke main room se bahar nikli.
Papa aur tau ji bhi ready ho rakhe the. Dono mujhe ghur rahe the
"Mujhe bhookh lagi hai"
"Late ho raha hai, raste mein kha lena kuch"
Hum ghar se nikal gaye. Car papa drive kar rahe hai aur main samne wali seat mein
"Teri mummy ka call aaya tha, puch rahi thi ki tu call kyu nahi utha rahi, maine bola rest kar rahi hai, thak gayi hogi"
"Toh apne bola nahi ki main kaise thak gayi?"
"Bata du? Aur ye chuche kyu nikal ke rakhi hai bahar? Andar kar"
"Maine nahi nikala, mummy k size ki kurti hai. "
"Ma se bhi bade chuche ho gaye hai. 19 ki hai aur chuche dekho. Chut bhi mast. Meri beti toh aah mere lund fir se khada ho raha hai"
Main piche mur ke dekhi, bade tau ji phone pe the.
"Kya hua tau ji, tai ji ki yaad aa rahi"
"Nahi re, teri tai ji mujhe wapas bula rahi hai. Bolti hai mere lund ke bina uska mann nahi lag raha."
"Toh chale jao aap, sochna kya hai"
Tabhi papa ne egg roll khane ke liye diya. Main normally 2 roll se jyada nahi kha paati. Aaj maine 4 ke 4 kha liye.
"Ab mera lund sirf teri chut dekh ke hi khada hoga. Main teri chut chor ke kahi nahi ja raha"
Main hasne lagi. Tabhi papa apna left hand meri taraf lake mere chuche choone lage aur bole
"Mujhe aur meri beti ko piche wali seat chahiye, drive aap kar lo'
Papa aur main pichli wali seat pe chale gaye. Tabhi papa ne mere chuche choona shuru kar diya.
"Tu apni ma ke kapde mat pehna kar"
"Kyu?"
"Grr.." aur unhone meri kurti utaar di "mann kar raha hai faad du kurti, lekin teri ma bolegi kurti kaha gayi. Kya chuche hai teri beti" aur papa apna face mere boobs ke beech le aaye aur smell karne lage. Fir dheere dheere mere nipples ko chusne lage. Jaise ki chote bacche karte hai.
Mujhe dard ho raha tha lekin papa ko aise dekh ke accha lag raha tha. Papa fir apna hanth meri jeans pe leke jane lage.
Papa bole "mujhe dudu pila do na mumma" ye sunke main geeli ho gayi. Aur papa mere dono nipples ko bari bari chusne lage.
"Aah"
Tau ji mirror se dekh rahe the aur bole "baap aur beti dono ek no ke..."
"Mujhe dudu chahiye" papa bole
"Dudu toh nahi hai beta" maine kaha
"Mujhe dudu chahiye dudu dudu" aur bacche ki tarah rone lage.
"Dudu nahi hai lekin kuch aur hai chalega?" Maine kaha
"Apka hai? Meetha hai?" Papa ne kaha
"Mera hai. Lekin meetha hai ya nahi aap bataoge. Okay beta?" Maine kaha
"Haan jaldi jaldi do na mumma" papa ne kaha
"Meri jeans aur panty utaaro" maine bola
"Ye kya bol rahi ho mumma"
