Amit uncle papa ke childhood friend the. Done ne kafi time saath nikala tha or ab wo hum logo ke family friend the. Unki wife ka naam Muskaan tha. Bahut hi khubsurat thi Muskaan aunty. 40 ke upar thi, lekin us umar bhi apni beti ki maa nahi bahan lagti thi. kamal ka maintain kar ke rakhti thi apne aap ko wo. Mummy ki acchi dost thi wo. Unki beti Samara meri acchi dost thi or hoti bhi kyu nahi, hum dono bachpan se saath hi the.
Us din, Papa ki tabiyat kharab hone ki wajah se unko hospitalised karna pada. Mere or Samara ke exams the. To Amit uncle ne papa ko hospitalise karwaya or mummy unke sath hi wahin ruk gayi. Muskaan aunty mujhe apne ghar le gayi or Muskaan or mei saath padhne lage the. Raat ko mujhe padai karte hue der ho gayi thi. Samara so chuki thi. Mujhe jab bhi tension hone lagti thi, to mei muth maar kar apni tension release kar leta tha. Us raat bhi esa ho raha tha. Mei bathroom me gaya, darwaja band karne ki koshish ki. Lekin darwaja lag hi nahi raha tha, shayad akad gaya tha. Mujhe laga, raat me kon aayega. Maine apne kapade khole or apne lund ko hilane laga. Mei masti me Muskaan aunty ka naam le kar apne lund ko hila raha tha.
tabhi meri najar darwaje par padi. Meri to jaan hi nikal gayi. Wahan par Muskaan aunty khadi hui muskura rahi thi. Mujhe to kaato to khoon nahi. Main unko sorry bola or wahan se kapade samet kar jaane laga. Unhone mujhe roka or boli – ek shart par kisi ko kuch nahi bataungi. Unhone mere kuch kahne se pahle hi mere chote ho chuke lund ko apne haath me le kar masalna shuru kar diya. Kamal ka muth maar rahi thi mera. Maja aa raha tha. Phir unhone mujhe sexy blowjob dekh kar mujh se apni chut ki mast chudai karwayi. Wo mere lund ki pahli seal thod chudai thi. Qyamat thi Muskaan aunty…