Dating app par dost ki mom ko banaya gf – Part 1

Iss Indian sex story ke main characters:

Nakul – 20-year-old, BA final year student. Ravi ka dost, single tha but cute

Anjali – 40-year-old, 38-32-36 figure, single mother, Ravi ke birth se phle unke husband ne unse breakup kar liya tha. Runs a grocery store

Ravi – 21-year-old, Nakul se 1 saal senior lekin dost the dono. Government exams ki tyaari kar rha tha.

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Saturday ka din tha. Ravi ki coaching off thi agle din toh ghar par tha. Nakul bhi aaya tha, college ki baat kar rhe the dono.

(Convo mein R = Ravi, N = Nakul, A = Anjali)

A – Yeh lo, nashta karo tum dono. Main apne room mein hun, kuch chahiye toh bol dena.

N – Ok, aunty.

R – Aur bta… mere passout hone baad koi gf patayi?

N – Nhi yaar, mujhe toh apne college ki ladkiyan hi nhi pasand…

R – Ldkiyan nhi pasand? Gay hai kya??

N – Nhi yaar, college ki ladkiyan nhi pasand… milf chahiye mujhe toh…

R – Abey saale… tu bhi na…

(dono khub hase)

R – Toh milf kahan milegi tujhe?

N – Dating apps par try karun kya?

R – Tumko darr nhi lgta, kisi jaanne wale ne id dekh li toh?

N – Arey, yaar… apni body ki pic lagaunga… face koi internet se utha lunga…

R – Accha? Yeh bhi try kar le, dekh tujhe milti hai teri milf…

N – Ruk… abhi id banata…

Nakul id banata, dono bahut saari milfs ki id swipe krte lekin koi match nhi hota. End mein thak haar kar Nakul ghar chala jaata hai.

Raat ke 2 baj rhe the. Ravi so rha tha. Isi beech phone par ghanti bajti hai. Wo utha, dekha Nakul ka number.

R – Hi, kya hua?

N – Yaar, ek match mila…

R – Konsa match?

N – Arey dating app par…

R – Abe… yeh batane ko itni raat ko phone kiya? Kal ghar aa… baat krte hain.

N – Chal, thik hai. Tab tak main apni darling se baat krta hun…

R – All the best, sone de. Bye…

N – Bye.

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Agle din, yaani Sunday ki shaam ko, Nakul ghar aata hai. Ravi ko chats dikhata hai. Wo dating app se Telegram id lekar uspar baat kar rha tha. Milf ka naam tha Pushpa (P)

R – Abe, tune ko sahi mein milf pta li. Timer mein photos bhi le lin. Meet up kar ab…

N – Karunga yaar… main usko bola hai ki IIT se padh rha hun… summer vacations mein ghar aaya hun toh dating ke liye dhund raha kisi ko…

R – Abhi message karke dekh…

N – Ruk.

Nakul sends her “Hi, cutie”.

P – Hi, Handsome.

N – Kal se itna baat kiye, mila jaaye ab?

P – Accha, milna hai, par kahan?

N – Jahan bolo tum…

Pushpa ek map ka link bhejti hai, hotel tha koi. Ravi ke ghar se paas hi tha.

P – Is hotel ke room no. 26 par kal, dophar mein 2 bje?

N – haan thik hai… par main kya pehen kar aaun kal?

P – Jo tumhe thik lge, pant shirt sahi rehega…

N – Accha, aur tum kya phenogi?

P – Jo tum bolo…

Nakul Ravi se puchta hai. Ravi bolta, “Tu bata… mujhse mat puch.”

N – Red saree aur..

P – aur kya?

N – Black bra aur panty…

P – Accha, thik hai badmash.

N – Sote samay maxi upar karke selfie bhejna full body…

Dono thodi aur der chat karte hain fir Pushpa chali jaati hai.

N – Yaar… kal maza aayega… tu bhi chal…

R – Nhi yaar… coaching hai… jaa na, mujhe bta dena baad mein kya hua…

N – Ok, chal, main bhi chlta hun. Bye…

R – Bye.

Nakul ke jaate hi, Anjali ghar aati hai.

R – Maa aap kahan gye the?

A – Tailor ke paas kuch kaam tha.

R – Ok main jaa rha sone, kal subah coaching jana h, good night.

A – Good night beta.

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Agle din, Ravi coaching jaa chuka tha. Nakul college se jaldi nikal 2 bje hotel ke 26 room mein mask pehen jaata hai taaki koi pehchan na paye aur door knock krta hai.

“Khula hai, aajao…”

Nakul door kholta hai aur dekhta hai Pushpa red saree mein ghunghat karke bed par baithi hai.

N – Oh suhagrat style baithi ho.

P – Haan.

Nakul door band karke bed par baith jaata hai.

N – Ghunghat hataun?

P – Phle dusre kapde check kar lo… uske baad…

Nakul bhookha tha aur Pushpa ka blouse utarke, bra ke andar ek haath daal ke uske boobs masalta hai aur ek haath se saree upar kar ke panty rub krta hai. Fir bolta hai, “Ab hataun?”

Pushpa dheere dheere moan krte huye haan bolti hai aur aankhe band kr leti hai.

Nakul apna mask hatata hai, ghunghat hatata hai aur shock ho jaata hai. Wo Anjali thi uske saamne, Ravi ki maa.

Anjali bhi aankh kholti hai toh muh khula ka khula reh jaata hai.

Nakul ka 1 haath ab bhi uske bra mein tha. Wo apna haath nikal hi rha hota hai ki Anjali ki bra bhi khul jaati hai.

Anjali ke boobs ab dikh rahe the. Wo rone lgti hai. Nakul darr jaata hai aur bed se uth jaata hai.

N – Sorry, aunty… please maaf kardijiye.

Anjali pallu sameti hai

A – Nhi, galti meri hai… itne saal se single hun toh fake id bana message kiya tha… mujhe nhi pta tha tum the. Please mujhe maaf kar do… Ravi ko mat batana.

N – Aunty, Ravi ko nhi pta chalega lekin agar aap chaho toh I can help you…

A – Kaise?

Nakul bed par baithte huye, Anjali ka haath pakadta hai.

N – Main bhi single hun aunty aur maine bhi fake id banayi thi. Ab jab match up ho hi gya hai toh..

A – Toh?

N – Hume gf bf ban jaana chahiye. Main aapke ghar aata rehta hun, kisi ko shak nhi hoga. Ravi ko kuch nahi bataunga.

A – Yeh galat hai lekin..

N – Aunty jab main aapko moan karwa rha tha tab toh aapne enjoy kiya na, aap ek woman ho. Aapko chahiye yeh sab. Thode din baad fir ladka dhundogi. Socho, koi ajnabi bf bane usse accha main ban jaun…

Anjali soch hi rhi hoti hai ki Nakul unka pallu boobs se hatata fir haath rakh leta hai aur press karta hai. Anjali enjoy kar rahi thi lekin sharma rahi hai. Dheere se wo boli, “Accha, thik hai… main banungi tumhari gf… lekin Ravi ko mat batana…”

Nakul unko bed par leta, lips se lips close kar bolta hai, “Ok Anjali.” Fir unke lips choosne lgta hai. With his other hand, he begins rubbing her panties.