Desi Bhabhi ki Chudai Kahani

I narrated the brief encounter with my mother Rani in the previous story. After that function at sashimi’s house, we came back to our village. My mother Rani was more open now and I could see the change in the way she dressed and carried herself out. Earlier she never let the dupatta slip from her mounds and she always covered her head. Now, I saw, that she let it loose and let it show the humongous boobs from over her suit where she let the bra go, at night.One fine day, a man from the neighborhood, a 36 year old government employee had come to collect some stuff from the next house. As we all are not very well off , most of us have kucha houses and nearly all of us have cows and buffaloes to make up for financial constraints. He collected his stuff and started to move back to his house.

32 24 32 tha main aksar us ko daikta or bath main jakur lun pur thok phank kur us ka nam ki muth marta tha jub woh raat ko so jati to us ka room main jaha woh soti th ja kur us ka chotey chotey mummey dubata or us ki chot ki smel laita or muth laga kur wapis ajata jub woh nahane jati to bath ka hole sa usey daikhta kia pyari chot jis pur chotey chotey bal they hulki kali chot must gand jis ka uper rakhey or lora ragarney ka upna hi maza tha us ka light brown niples uff ka kia batao us ka mamo ki tamam vains nazar ati th lambey bal kamal ki chez th daikhne ka baad itna maza ata tha ka lun to jaisey abhi phat jae laikin dur to dur hota hey eik din woh ai jub rat ko woh so gai to main upni routine ka mutabik us ka kamrey.Main pohanch gaya or upna kam shuru kur dia ka is dafa maine kuch ziada ...