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[Mahendra_]

maan hans padee, usakee aankhon mein ek chidhaane vaalee chamak thee. “achchha vinay, jab tum aaj mujhe chodane ke lie itane utsuk ho, to pahale meree maalish kyon nahin kar dete, mujhe maalish bahut pasand hai. mere pati meree maalish karate the, lekin aaj raat ve yahaan nahin hain, isalie tumhen meree maalish karanee padegee, aur yah tel maalish ke lie hai, tum kya kahate ho?”

vinay ka utsaah ubal pada. vah mere pita kee jagah lena chaahata tha. vinay abhee tak mere pita ko jaanata bhee nahin hai, lekin vah meree maan ke shareer par haath rakhane ja raha hai.

meree maan ke mulaayam gol-matol shareer kee maalish karane ke vichaar se usaka dil tezee se dhadakane laga. “main tumhen dikhaane ke lie intajaar nahin kar sakata ki main apane haathon se tumhaaree kitanee achchhee tarah maalish kar sakata hoon, pahale mujhe apane saare kapade utaarane do!” vah muskuraaya, aage badha.

usane apane saare kapade utaar die aur vah pooree tarah se nanga ho gaya. usaka ling baen se daen latak raha tha aur jhool raha tha. meree maan ne usaka bada ling dekha aur phir usakee taraf dekha aur muskuraee.

vinay ankal ka ling lagabhag 11 inch ka tha. mujhe nahin lagata ki mere pita ka ling vinay ankal ke ling ke aadhe aakaar ka hai.

"oh vaah!" maan ne chanchalata se unake ling ko thapathapaaya, aur hansate hue use dheere se door dhakel diya. "itanee jaldee nahin! main chaahatee hoon ki tum pahale meree maalish karo, theek hai?"

"theek hai, main tel se shuroo karata hoon!" vinay ne utsaah se sahamati jataee.

phir maan bistar par let gaee, usake chehare par abhee bhee ek chanchal muskaan thee, jabaki vah ek aaraamadaayak sthiti mein aa gaee. vah so gaee aur usaka saamane ka hissa aur usake stan dikhaee de rahe the.

vinay ne tel kee botal kholee, jisase usakee garm khushaboo hava mein phail gaee. saavadhaanee se, usane apane haathon mein thoda tel daala, aur phir apane haathon mein usake stanon ko pakadakar meree maan kee maalish karana shuroo kar diya.

meree maan ne apanee aankhen band kar leen aur mujhe laga ki vah achchha mahasoos kar rahee hai. mainne apanee maan ko kisee doosare aadamee ke saamane itana khush kabhee nahin dekha.

jaise hee usane tel lagaaya, usake andar sammaan kee lahar daud gaee, usane apanee ungaliyon ke neeche chikanaee mahasoos kee aur dekha ki usakee paintee chamakane lagee hai.

jaise hee unhonne usake stanon kee maalish kee, sahee maatra mein dabaav daalate hue, unhonne prashansa kee ki kaise tel ne usakee tvacha ko chamakaaya. pratyek strok jaanaboojhakar aur sammaanajanak tha - usake lie usakee prashansa kee abhivyakti.

maan ne santosh se aah bharee, usake chehare par muskaan thee. “bas, vinay. tum bahut achchha kar rahe ho! bas aise hee.” vah usakee prashansa par muskuraee, usakee chhaatee mein khushee se garmee phail gaee.

phir vinay ankal usakee jaanghon par chale gae aur ve dekh rahe the ki meree maan kaisa mahasoos kar rahee thee. is poore samay, meree maan khushee mein apanee aankhen band kar rahee thee. vah vinay ankal kee or dekh bhee nahin rahee thee.

maahaul meree seksee maan kee karaahon se bhara hua tha. meree maan ko doosare aadamee ke haathon mein khush dekhakar mera dil khushee se bhar gaya.

vinay: “to meena, jab main tumhaare angon aur tumhaaree yoni kee maalish karata hoon to tumhen kaisa lagata hai?







maan: “bahut achchha lagata hai! tumhen pata hai, tum is maalish ke zarie mera sammaan arjit kar rahee ho.” vah [mazaak mein aankh maaratee hai].

vinay: “sach mein? kya tumhen lagata hai ki tumhaara pati tumhen is tarah kee maalish de sakata hai? kya tumhaara pati tumhaaree choot kee maalish karana bhee jaanata hai?”

maan: [dheere se hansatee hai]. “oh, priy, bhagavaan usaka bhala kare, lekin vah itana achchha nahin hai. tumhaare paas nishchit roop se isake lie pratibha hai! tum mere pati se kaheen behatar ho.”

vinay: “mujhe yakeen nahin ho raha! tumhaaree choot itanee mulaayam hai, resham kee tarah.”

maan: [misachee muskuraatee hai]. “theek hai, tum hee ho jo ise itana laad-pyaar dekar mulaayam banae hue ho. shaayad mujhe tumhen aur bhee baar maalish karane dena chaahie aur har samay chodana chaahie! main chaahatee hoon ki tum ab se lekar mere pati ke vaapas aane tak mujhe chodate raho”

vinay: “main sammaanit mahasoos karoonga! zara socho ki main kitana sammaan arjit karoonga! mujhe achchha lagata hai ki tum apane pati se zyaada mera sammaan karatee ho. mujhe tumhaara shareer khud chaahie”

maan: “oh, tum abhee bahut sammaan ank arjit kar rahee ho. lekin eemaanadaaree se kahoon to yah aur bhee mazedaar hai jab tum jaisa pyaara ladaka meree choot kee maalish karata hai. tumhaare haath meree choot ko bahut achchhe se sahala rahe hain aaaaaaaaaahh




maan: [muskuraate hue]. "bas yaad rakhana, yah tum hee the jinhonne ise mulaayam banaaya!"

vinay: "phir main apanee takaneekon par kaam karata rahoonga taaki main tumhaaree choot kee us komalata ko banae rakh sakoon"

maan: "oh aah oh oh oh oh vinay mujhe yah pasand hai! bas itana dhyaan rakhana ki tum bahut zyaada aatmavishvaasee na bano- ho sakata hai ki tumhen shaahee zimmedaariyaan mil jaen! tum mujhe din-raat tumhaare baare mein sochane par majaboor kar sakate ho"

vinay: "lagata hai ab se tumhaare paas koee vikalp nahin hai, tumhen bas mere aur mere ling aur mere haathon ke baare mein sochate rahana hai. bas un sabakon ko seekhate raho!"

maan: "tumane khud ko ek sauda de diya hai, vinay! kaun jaanata tha ki meree choot par tumhaaree maalish se itana mazedaar ehasaas ho sakata hai?"

vinay: “sabase achchhee seekh aise hee samay bitaane se milatee hai, hai na? tum mere jaise aadamee kee hakadaar ho, apane pati jaise sade hue kutte kee nahin.”

maan: “bilkul! aur tum mere raaja ho. aahh haan haan haan vinay meree choot kee maalish karate raho”




vinay ne meree maan kee choot kee maalish jaaree rakhee, usane ek santusht aah bharee, "aaaah vinay tumhaare haath meree choot ke chaaron or bahut achchhe lag rahe hain" meree maan kee aankhen band ho gaeen. "mujhe vishvaas nahin ho raha hai ki tum vaastav mein meree choot par is tarah se haath rakh rahe ho vinay," usane chidhaate hue kaha, usake hothon par ek chanchal muskaan thee. "kya yah thoda paap nahin hai?"

vinay ne muskuraate hue kaha, aur kareeb jhuk gaya, usakee aankhon mein sharaarat naach rahee thee. "keval agar tum ise ek sharaarat kee tarah lete ho," usane maasoomiyat se javaab diya. "lekin chalo, agar ham shaadeeshuda hote, to yah svarg mein ek aur din hota! lekin kisee doosare aadamee kee patnee ko chakhane se behatar kuchh nahin lagata"

meree maan ne tab javaab diya, "haan tum sahee ho aur mere pati ke bajaay kisee doosare aadamee dvaara meree choot ko chhoone aur maalish karane se behatar kuchh nahin lagata"

vinay ne ab meree maan ko ghumaaya taaki usakee peeth usakee or ho. main usake kandhon, usakee motee gaand aur usakee khoobasoorat motee jaanghon ko dekh sakata tha. vinay ne meree maan ko bataaya. “meena, tum sach mein meree patnee ho. chalo main tumhaaree peeth kee maalish kar deta hoon.”

usakee bhaunhen aashchary se utheen. “oh, sach mein? kya aisa hota hai? mujhe nahin pata tha ki main sach mein tumhaaree patnee hoon!” usane javaab diya, usake svar mein ek chanchal chunautee thee.

“bilkul,” vinay ne kaha, usake haath ab usake kandhon par chale gae, sukhad dabaav daalate hue. “aur mat bhoolo, patniyaan laad-pyaar kee hakadaar hain. isalie agar yah achchha lagata hai, to bas ise sveekaar karo!”

vah usake sparsh mein jhuk gaee, abhee bhee aashchary aur utsaah ka mishran mahasoos kar rahee thee. “theek hai, agar shaadeeshuda zindagee aisee hee hai, to mujhe shaayad apane vikalpon par punarvichaar karana hoga,” usane chutakee lete hue kaha, use behatar pahunch dene ke lie thoda peechhe jhuk gaee.

mujhe nahin pata tha ki meree maan ne ye shabd kahane ka kya matalab tha. kya usaka matalab tha ki vah mere pita ko talaak dekar vinay ankal ke saath rahane vaalee thee?

vinay muskuraaya, is chulabulee baatacheet ka aanand lete hue. "mera vishvaas karo, main shaadee ke har pahaloo mein aage badhakar kaam karoonga," usane dheemee aavaaz mein aur chidhaate hue javaab diya. "zara socho ki agar tum apane pati ko chhodakar apane bete kabeer ke saath mere saath rahane aa jaogee to hamen kitana maza aaega!"

usakee karaahen halkee aur josheelee theen. "mujhe ummeed hai! lekin chalo ise hamaare beech hee rahane den, hai na? main nishchit roop se sabhee ko yah samajhaane ke lie taiyaar nahin hoon ki mera pati mujhe maalish kyon de raha hai! yah hamaara rahasy hai. kisee ko pata nahin chalana chaahie. main apanee shaadee ko barbaad nahin karana chaahatee lekin mujhe hamaara rahasy saath mein pasand hai."

"tumhaara rahasy mere paas surakshit hai," vinay ne aankh maaree, usake haath usake kandhon par kushalata se kaam kar rahe the. "bas mujhe apana nijee aadamee samajho jo tumhen chodata rahega aur jo yah sunishchit karane ke lie pooree tarah se yogy hai ki tum apana sarvashreshth mahasoos karo!"





vinay ne apane haathon mein garam tel daala aur apanee ungaliyon ke beech mein use sarakaate hue usake kandhon kee maalish kee. usane usake kandhon se shuruaat kee, usakee hatheliyaan usakee tvacha par dheere se daba rahee theen, usakee peeth kee banaavat ko mahasoos kar rahee theen. jaanaboojhakar, kaamuk strok ke saath, vah neeche kee or badha, usake mote nitambon kee vakrata ko mahasoos kiya aur tel ko apane haathon aur usake shareer ke beech ek reshamee avarodh banaane diya.







jaise-jaise vah usakee peeth par aage badhata gaya, vinay ne mahasoos kiya ki tanaav pighal raha hai, antatah usane meree maan ke ghutanon ke oopar ke naajuk bade nitambon ko sahalaaya. pratyek sparsh itana achchha tha, use vaastav mein meree maan ke bade nitambon kee maalish karane mein maza aa raha tha.

“are, meena!” vinay ne pukaara, usaka utsaah spasht tha. mainne dekha ki meree maan palatee, usakee aankhon mein aashchary kee chingaaree naach rahee thee. “main tumhaare munh ko chodane ke lie taiyaar hoon, aao aur mera land chooso.”

vah dheere se hansee, usaka chanchal paksh chamak raha tha. “vaah, tum aaj vishesh roop se utsuk lag rahee ho. tumhaare saath kya hua hai?”

vinay muskuraaya, usakee nigaahon mein ek sharaaratee chamak thee. “main poore hafte se isake lie taras rahee hoon! main apane hunar dikhaane aur shaayad pooree raat tumhaare saath seks karane ka intazaar nahin kar sakatee.”

meree maan ne chidhaate hue apanee bhauhen uthaeen. “tum sach mein meree choot ke bhookhe ho, hai na?”

“haan aur sirf tumhaaree choot ke lie. tumhaaree choot is dharatee par sabase pyaaree cheez hai,” usane sharaarat bharee aavaaz mein sveekaar kiya. “mujhe tumhaaree choot bahut pasand hai, lekin mujhe yah bhee pasand hai ki tum mera land kaise choosatee ho.”

mainne dekha ki meree maan bistar par palatee aur usake ling ko pakad liya, use oopar-neeche ragadate hue.

“achchha,” vinay ne dheere se aur garmajoshee se javaab diya. “ab main vaastav mein apane kaamon par dhyaan kendrit kar sakatee hoon—aur shaayad tumhen jeetane ke lie bahakaoon.”

“oh, tumhen lagata hai ki tum bahut chaalaak ho!” usane chidhaate hue kaha, usake hothon par muskaan phail gaee. usakee aankhen chanchalata aur sneh ke us parichit mishran se chamak rahee theen.

“bas ek phaayada uthaane kee koshish kar rahee hoon, tumhaara munh itana achchha hai, pichhalee baar jab tumane mera land choosa tha, to mujhe aisa laga jaise main ud rahee hoon” vinay ne kaha.

“isake alaava, ham donon jaanate hain ki main dekhana chaahoonga ki tum is sthiti mein kitanee besharm ho sakatee ho.”

meree maan ne ek bhaunh uthaee, ek sharaaratee muskuraahat ban gaee. “tumhaara aatmavishvaas thoda zyaada hai, kya tumhen nahin lagata? mujhe dar lagane laga hai ki tum mujhe itanee zor se chodogee ki main saans nahin le paoongee”

“shaayad,” vinay ne usakee maujoodagee kee garmaahat ko mahasoos karate hue kaha. “lekin yah sab khel ka hissa hai, hai na?”



vinay ankal ne apana ling meree maan ke munh ke kareeb laakar kaha, "meena! jeet ko aur bhee meetha banaane ke lie kuchh hai," unhonne halke se hansate hue kaha.

meree maan ne vinay ankal ke ling ko dekha, unakee aankhen chanchal jigyaasa se chamak rahee theen. "vinay, tum hamesha mujhe bigaadana jaanate ho!" unhonne garmajoshee se muskuraate hue aur upahaar sveekaar karate hue kaha. usane pahale unake ling ko chooma. "mamm! yah bahut svaadisht hai! isaka svaad kaisa hai?"

"anaanaas aur shukraanu ka mishran" vinay ne apanee aankhon mein ek chidhaane vaalee chamak ke saath uttar diya aur kareeb jhuk gaya. "lekin main jaanana chaahata hoon ki tum kya sochatee ho. kya yah kaaphee achchha hai?"

usane chanchalata se apanee aankhen ghumaee. "oh, ham is baare mein dekhenge! lekin haan, yah bahut svaadisht hai!" usane ek aur svaad liya, usake bade ling kee mithaas ka svaad lete hue. "mujhe apane chhote se munh mein is ling kee aajeevan aapoorti ke lie tumase poochhana pad sakata hai."

vinay hansa, aur usane apanee baanhen paar kar leen. “tum ling ka ek tukada khaatee ho aur achaanak tum har din mere poore ling ke lie saudebaajee karane lagatee ho?”

“bilkul!” meree maan ne javaab diya, usakee aavaaz mein ek chanchal chunautee thee. “tumhen pata hai ki jab main tumhaare jaise meethe ling par dhyaan kendrit karatee hoon to main kaisee ho jaatee hoon. yah mujhe tumhen santusht karane kee oorja deta hai!”

usane usaka ling choosana shuroo kar diya aur mujhe vishvaas nahin hua ki yah usake munh mein phit ho gaya.

“aaaaaah haan haan meena, tumhaara munh bahut achchha lag raha hai, mera ling choosatee raho meree daarling, kya mera ling tumhen khushee deta hai?” usane poochha, jab usane use apana ling choosate dekha to usakee muskaan chaudee ho gaee.

“hamm, haan,” meree maan ne choosana band kar diya aur usane javaab diya phir usane choosana jaaree rakha. “yah nishchit roop se svaadisht hai, lekin mujhe lagata hai ki tumhaara ling mere pati ke ling se behatar svaad vaala hai.

vinay ne jhunjhalaahat mein ek bhaun uthaee. “tumhaara matalab hai ki mera tumhaare pati ke ling se behatar svaad vaala hai? main dang rah gaya!”

“itane utsaah ke saath, main kahoongee ki tum sabase achchhee ho!” usane vinay ankal ke ling ka aanand lete hue apane honth chaatate hue javaab diya.






"mere sarvashreshth hone kee baat karate hue," vinay ne utsukata se jhukate hue kaha, "kya tum kah rahee ho ki tum mere ling ko apane munh mein poora nigal sakatee ho? main dekhana chaahata hoon ki tum abhee mere ling ko apane munh mein poora nigal sakatee ho."

"chinta mat karo! yah ling sirf vaarm-ap hai. is meethee mithaee ke baad, main tumhaaree savaaree karane ke lie taiyaar ho jaoongee," mainne phir dekha ki meree maan ne apana munh chauda khola aur vinay ankal ke ling ko poora nigalana shuroo kar diya. mujhe yakeen nahin ho raha tha ki meree maan ka munh itana chauda tha.

"aah, mujhe tumhaara aatmavishvaas bahut pasand hai! ooh tum sabase achchhee ho, ise oopar-neeche choosatee raho meena," vinay ne use chidhaate hue kaha, use chanchalata se dhakelate hue.

meree maan usake ling ko choosatee rahee aur vah use muskuraatee huee dekhatee rahee. vah bahut tezee se choos rahee thee aur vinay ankal ka ling meree maan kee laar mein lipata hua tha aur usakee laar vinay ke ling ko chamaka rahee thee.

phir apana ling choosane ke baad, vinay ankal bistar par let gae aur meree maan se kaha ki vah unakee god mein baithen aur apana ling unakee yoni mein daalen. “tum sach mein isamen nivesh kar rahee ho,” vinay ne pratyek vastu ko rananeetik tareeke se rakhane kee usakee shailee kee prashansa karate hue kaha.

“mujhe karana hee hoga,” usane us aakarshak muskaan ke saath usakee or dekhate hue uttar diya jo hamesha sabhee ko mantramugdh kar detee hai. “tumhaare ling ne mujhe paagal kar diya hai. mujhe isake baare mein aage sochana hoga.”

“jab tak mujhe yah seks oorja tumhaare saath saajha karane ka mauka milata hai,” vinay ne apanee aavaaz mein chanchal aakarshan se kaha, “main pooree tarah taiyaar hoon.”

meree maan ne ek pal ke lie apanee aankhen band kar leen, usaka ling apanee yoni mein le liya, aur mainne dekha ki vinay usake drdh sankalp kee prashansa kar raha tha. “main is pal ka intazaar kar raha tha, tumhen pata hai,” usane eemaanadaaree se kaha. “yahee hamaare seks gem ko itana romaanchak banaata hai”

“theek hai, main tumhen apane shareer mein vah sab kuchh dene ke lie yahaan hoon jo tum chaahatee ho” meree maan ne uttar diya.

hava mein utsaah ke saath, vinay ne aatmavishvaas se meree maan kee badee gaand ko pakad liya aur use oopar-neeche karane laga. ek pal ke lie, meree maan ne use apane aap oopar-neeche karana shuroo kar diya.








“ohh ... lekin vinay mujhe saaf-saaf dekh sakata tha. mainne usakee nazar pakadee aur usane oopar dekha, usake chehare par ek badee muskaan phail gaee. jaise hee usane mujhe dekhate hue dekha, usane ek sookshm ishaare mein apanee ungalee uthaee, mujhe kamare mein pravesh karane ka sanket diya.

mainne dheere se sir hilaaya, ek apratyaashit romaanch aur seene mein dhadakan mahasoos huee. mera dil na keval meree maan ke bedaroom se nikalane vaalee mastee aur oorja se balki anishchitata ke sanket se bhee tezee se dhadak raha tha. meree maan aur main pooree tarah se aashvast the ki meree maan nahin chaahatee thee ki main dekhoon ki vah kisee doosare aadamee ke saath kya kar rahee thee. main unakee chanchal jagah par aakraman nahin karana chaahata tha, lekin jigyaasa ne mujhe aage badhaaya.

apanee ghabaraahat ko shaant karane ke lie ek gaharee saans lete hue, mainne daravaaza khola aur kamare mein kadam rakha............

[Mahendra_]

jaise hee mainne kamare mein kadam rakha, khidakee se aatee roshanee ne ek garm chamak bikheree, jo mere saamane ke sukhad drshy ko roshan kar rahee thee. meree maan ne pahale to mujhe notis nahin kiya; vah vinay ankal ke ling par oopar-neeche kood rahee thee.

usaka ling usakee yoni mein gaharaee tak ja raha tha aur vah vaastav mein isaka aanand le rahee thee.

usake aanand kee oorja itanee teevr thee, aur bhale hee main kuchh aisa dekh raha tha jisakee mujhe ummeed nahin thee, main unake halke-phulke palon mein khincha chala gaya. meree maan ko khushee huee ki vah mere pita ko dhokha de rahee thee aur vinay ankal ke saath gupt seks kar rahee thee.

vinay ne meree maan ke stan ko pakad rakha tha aur doosara haath usakee badee gaand ko pakadakar use oopar-neeche koodane mein madad kar raha tha. vah dil kholakar karaah raha tha, usakee aankhen us yaun sukh se chamak rahee theen jo vah meree khoobasoorat maan ko de raha tha.

aur phir, lagabhag bina soche-samajhe, usane meree taraph dekha aur aankh maaree, jab usane mujhe vahaan khada dekha to usakee muskaan aur bhee chaudee ho gaee. is ishaare ne mujhe chaunka diya, mujhe apratyaashit garmajoshee se bhar diya. kuchh palon ke lie, meree maan ne mujhe dekha hee nahin kyonki vah mujhase door munh karake baithee thee, isalie usakee peeth meree taraph thee.

jab mainne usakee badee gaand dekhee, to mera land meree paint ke andar sakht ho gaya. main andar kee bhaavanaon se joojh raha tha. main apanee maan ko dekh raha tha, jis pyaaree maan ko main jaanata tha, vah kisee doosare aadamee ke saath mastee kar rahee thee. yah ek aisa najaara tha jisake baare mein mainne kabhee nahin socha tha ki main dekhoonga, khaasakar jab mere pitaajee door the. mera dil tezee se dhadak raha tha, aashchary aur ulajhan kee paraspar virodhee bhaavanaon se joojh raha tha. yah kaise sambhav tha ki main usake lie khush bhee tha aur ajeeb tarah se bechain bhee?

jab meree maan usake ling par uchhalatee rahee, to usakee badee gaand uttejana se hil rahee thee kyonki vah vinay ko chhed rahee thee. pratyek chhalaang se usakee tez karaahen kamare mein sangeet kee tarah goonj rahee theen. donon ke cheharon par paseena chamak raha tha, jo unake beech ho rahee gahan chudaee ka saboot tha, jo is baat par prakaash daal raha tha ki unaka bevafa rishta kitana bhaavuk ho gaya tha.

meree maan ka chehara khushee se chamak raha tha. main samajh nahin pa raha tha ki vinay ankal apane land ka istemaal meree maan kee choot ko itana maza dene ke lie kaise kar rahe the.

“maan!” mainne aavaaz lagaee. kamare mein sannaata chha gaya.

meree aavaaz sunakar vah naatakeey dhang se mudee, usakee aankhen aashchary se chaudee ho gaeen kyonki usane mujhe vahaan khada dekha, jadavat. kuchh pal pahale usake chehare par jo khushee thee, vah sadame mein gaayab ho gaee, usaka munh thoda khula hua tha.

us pal, main dekh sakata tha ki use ahasaas ho gaya tha. usane mujhe yah sab dekhane ke lie nahin kaha tha. main usake vichaaron ko lagabhag padh sakata tha kyonki usaka dimaag daud raha tha, is baat kee chinta mein ki main apane saamane ke drshy ko kaise dekhoonga. vah jaanatee thee ki mainne use mere pita ke saath dhokha karate hue pakad liya hai. vah kabhee nahin chaahatee thee ki main use yah ganda kaam karate hue dekhoon.

usaka bhaav itanee jaldee badal gaya ki main hairaan rah gaya. aisa laga jaise usake chehare se ek mukhauta utar gaya ho, jisase sharmindagee aur chinta ka mishran dikhaee de raha tha. vah nahin chaahatee thee ki main sochoon ki vah kuchh galat kar rahee hai - kuchh anuchit - khaasakar jab mere pita door hon.


maan: (achaanak mujhe dekhakar) “oh! kabeer, mere bete, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?!”

(vah vinay kee god se jaldee se uthatee hai, khud ko dhakane ke lie tauliya pakadatee hai. vah apane stanon ko tauliye se chhipa rahee thee, usaka shareer paseene se bheega hua tha)

maan: “tum so kyon nahin rahe ho? tumhen so jaana chaahie! bahut der ho gaee hai”

main: “mainne tumhen chillaate hue suna maan. mujhe nahin pata tha ki kya ho raha hai.”

(maan vinay ko utsukata se dekhatee hai, lekin vinay bas use dekhakar muskura raha tha. vah ummeed kar rahee thee ki vinay kuchh kahega, lekin vah bas use dekhakar muskura raha tha.)

maan: “tumhen apane kamare mein vaapas jaane kee zaroorat hai, kabeer, vaapas jaakar so jao! vinay aur main baat kar rahe hain.”

(vinay, abhee bhee shaant, use dekhakar muskuraata hai.)

vinay: “chinta karana band karo, meena. sab theek hai.”

(maan use door dhakelatee hai, phir bhee yah vishvaas nahin karana chaahatee ki mainne unhen pakad liya hai.)

maan: “yah vaisa nahin hai jaisa tum soch rahe ho! tum galat samajh rahe ho kabeer!”

main: “vaastav mein, yah theek hai, maan. mujhe tumhaare aur vinay ke baare mein pahale se hee pata tha.”

(maan kee aankhen bhram mein chaudee ho jaatee hain.)

maan: “tumhen pata tha? tumhen kaise pata chala? vinay, mujhe laga ki hamane ise kabeer se chhipa kar rakha hai!”

(vah pushti ke lie vinay kee or dekhatee hai, usaka chehara pareshaan hai.)

vinay: “theek hai, uh… hamane tumhen yah dekhane kee yojana nahin banaee thee, lekin…”

maan: “mera koee apheyar karane ka iraada nahin tha! main kabhee nahin chaahatee thee ki aisa ho kabeer. krpaya yah mat socho ki main ek buree maan hoon!”

(main dekhatee hoon ki vah kitanee ghabaraee huee hai aur use aashvast karane kee koshish karatee hoon.)

main: “maan, yah theek hai. tum ek buree maan nahin ho, tum sabase achchhee maan ho. sabhee maanen gupt seks karatee hain. isamen kuchh bhee galat nahin hai. mujhe lagata hai ki yah tumhaare lie achchha hai...”

(vinay kee or dekhate hue maan ka chehara phir ulajhan mein pad jaata hai.)

maan: “tumhaara kya matalab hai ki yah mere lie achchha hai? tum gambheer nahin ho sakate kabeer, tum kis baare mein baat kar rahe ho!”

main: “vinay aur main donon jaanate the. hamane is baare mein baat kee thee, asal mein.”

(maan vinay ankal kee or dekhatee hai)

vinay: “haan, mujhe laga ki yah behatar hoga yadi tum jaan sako ki ham ek-doosare kee kitanee paravaah karate hain. main tumase yah baat chhipaana nahin chaahata tha, lekin hamane yah yojana nahin banaee thee ki tum hamen is tarah pakad loge.”


(maan aur bhee hairaan dikhatee hain, sab kuchh samajhane kee koshish karatee hain.)

maan: “to phir tumane use kyon nahin roka? tumane mujhe kyon jaane diya…”

(vinay beech mein bolata hai, nihitaarth ko samajhata hai.)

vinay: “kyonki ham tumhaaree paravaah karate hain, meena. main tumase bahut pyaar karata hoon aur main ise kabeer se chhipaana nahin chaahata tha. ham koee aur rahasy nahin rakhana chaahate the.”

main: “mainne tumhaare saare gupt chumban dekhe hain, maan. yah spasht hai ki tum donon ek doosare se pyaar karate ho. mainne tumhen vinay ke ghar jaate aur ek doosare ka aanand lete dekha hai”

(maan ka munh khula rah jaata hai, aur vah hamaare beech ghooratee hai, usaka dimaag daud raha hai.)

maan: “tumane… tumane vah dekha? lekin mujhe nahin laga ki tum dekhoge, mera matalab hai, mainne socha tha—”

main: “maan, main vaastav mein khush hoon ki tumhen koee aisa vyakti mila jo tumhen muskuraata hai. tum vinay ke saath rahane kee hakadaar ho.”

(vinay kee or dekhate hee usakee hairaanee ek dheemee muskaan mein badal jaatee hai.)

maan: “sach mein? tumhen isase koee aapatti nahin hai, kabeer?”

main: “mujhe aapatti hai. aur main paapa ko nahin bataoonga. main vaada karata hoon.”

vinay: “ham sab milakar isaka hal nikaal lenge. tumhen ab aur chinta karane kee zaroorat nahin hai.”

(maan ham donon kee or dekhatee hai, abhee bhee apanee bhaavanaon se joojh rahee hai.)

maan: “mujhe vishvaas nahin ho raha hai ki tum donon jaanate ho. yah itana apratyaashit hai ki mujhe lagata hai ki mainne apane parivaar ko dhokha diya hai.”

main: “kabhee-kabhee apratyaashit achchha hota hai! zara socho ki jab tum usake saath hote ho to tumhen kitanee khushee hotee hai.”

(vah vinay kee or pyaar se dekhatee hai, usakee ulajhan kam hone lagatee hai.)

maan: “kya tumhen sach mein yakeen hai? main tumhen ya kisee aur ko isase dukh nahin pahunchaana chaahatee.”

main: “maan, tum aisa nahin karogee. bas khush raho. ham sab kuchh sambhaal lenge, main vaada karata hoon. aur mere pitaajee ko kabhee pata nahin chalega, ham ise gupt rakhenge”

(vinay sahamati mein sir hilaata hai, usaka vyavahaar sahaayak hai.)

vinay: “tum is khushee kee hakadaar ho, meena. ham theek rahenge. jab tak tumhaara pati door rahega main tumhen khush rakhoonga.”

(maan gaharee saans letee hai, usakee shuruaatee chinta ek samajhadaaree bharee muskaan mein badal jaatee hai.)

maan: “theek hai… theek hai. mujhe lagata hai ki yah kaam kar sakata hai. agar tum donon vaakee isase sahamat ho, to main bhee sahamat hoon.”

main: “sab theek rahega, mujhe pata hai! bas chinta mat karo ki main tumhen pakad loonga. main bas khush hoon ki tumhen koee aisa mil gaya hai jisase tum pyaar karatee ho. mujhe pata hai ki vinay ankal tumhen vah khushee denge jo tum chaahatee ho”

(jab main baatacheet dekhata hoon, to mujhe apanee maan ko phir se muskuraate hue dekhakar raahat mahasoos hotee hai, vinsent kee maujoodagee mein unakee chintaen door hotee dikhatee hain.)


maan: “tum donon ka shukriya. main bahut daree huee thee, lekin ab mujhe lagata hai ki yah itana bura nahin hai.”

(vinay aage badhata hai aur usake chehare ko dheere se pakadata hai aur use 2 minat tak choomata hai, jabaki main dekhatee rahatee hoon.)

vinay: “ham hamesha tumhaara saath denge. tum aur main hamesha saath rahenge.”

main: “aur main tumhaara raaj surakshit rakhoongee. bas vaada karo ki tum hamesha vinay ankal ke saath rahogee.”

(maan sir hilaatee hai, usakee aankhen bhaavanaon se chamak rahee hain.)

maan: “main vaada karatee hoon ki main hamesha vinay ankal ke saath rahoongee. samajhane ke lie shukriya. main bas bahut chintit thee…”

main: “ab tumhen chinta karane kee zaroorat nahin hai, maan. bas vinay ke saath khush raho aur apana jeevan jiyo.”

jab main vahaan khadee hokar yah drshy dekh rahee thee, to main khud ko bhaavanaon ke mile-jule bhaavon se rok nahin pa rahee thee. vinay ne haath badhaaya, usaka haath meree maan ke stanon se dheere se tauliya hataane kee koshish kar raha tha. usane jaldee se use tauliya na hataane ka sanket dene kee koshish kee, ghabaraahat se meree or dekhate hue, usakee aankhen chinta se chaudee ho gaeen. yah spasht tha ki vah mujhe jo kuchh ho raha tha usase bachaana chaahatee thee, vah nahin chaahatee thee ki main use us tarah dekhoon.

haalaanki vinay chintit nahin lag raha tha. usane seedhe usakee aankhon mein dekha, usaka bhaav aashvast karane vaala tha. "sab theek hai, meena meree jaan," usane dheere se kaha. "tumhen chinta karane kee koee baat nahin hai. kabeer poore samay dekh raha tha, aur vah jaanata hai ki ham ek-doosare kee paravaah karate hain."

mainne sahamati mein sir hilaaya. "vinay sahee kah raha hai, maan. mujhe isase koee samasya nahin hai. tum us par bharosa kar sakatee ho. bas use apane shareer se tauliya hataane do. koee baat nahin."

meree maan ke kandhon mein tanaav spasht tha kyonki vah hichakicha rahee thee. usane apane stan aur vinay ke haathon ko dekha aur phir meree or, kuchh aisa khoj rahee thee jo use aashvast kar sake. yah anishchitata se bhara kshan tha, aur main usakee aankhon mein usake aantarik sangharsh ko dekh sakata tha. ant mein, usane ek naram aah bharee, usaka shareer thoda aaraam kar raha tha.

"theek hai," usane hichakichaate hue, lagabhag phusaphusaate hue kaha. “main use jaane doongee.” sharmindagee kee lahar usake chehare par chha gaee aur usane apanee nazaren doosaree or ghuma leen, apane gaalon kee laalee chhipaane kee koshish karate hue. 


vinay muskuraaya aur usane usake stanon ko dabaana shuroo kar diya. “dhanyavaad meena,” usane apane donon haathon se usake nippalon ko chutakee mein dabaate hue kaha. vah usake kareeb gaya, jisase unake beech kee dooree aur bhee kam ho gaee. main abhee bhee vaheen khada tha aur ve sab kuchh dekh raha tha jo ve mere saamane kar rahe the. maan ne ek pal ke lie apanee aankhen band kar leen, kyonki vah vinay ankal dvaara usake nippalon ko dabaane ka aanand le rahee thee. 


sthiti kee vaastavikata usake andar utarane lagee. yahaan vah bistar par thee, kisee aise vyakti ke saamane jisane use jeevit mahasoos karaaya, ek poorn ajanabee ke saamane, aur usane use ek kadam aur kareeb aane diya tha. main dekh sakata tha ki usaka dil tezee se dhadak raha tha, usake andar utsaah aur sharmindagee ka mishran bah raha tha. mainne dhyaan se dekha, bhaavanaon ka mishran mahasoos kiya. 


meree maan, jise mainne keval apanee maan ke roop mein dekha tha, ab ek alag paksh dikha rahee thee jo ek aisee mahila thee jo junoon mahasoos kar sakatee thee aur doosare aadamee ke saath svatantr roop se rah sakatee thee. vinay ne dheere se apane honth meree maan ke honthon par phere, vah pahalee baar mere saamane unhen choomane ja raha tha. yah ek komal ishaara tha, aur ek pal ke lie, usane meree maan ko choomana shuroo kar diya. 


meree maan ko abhee bhee yakeen nahin tha, lekin usane paaya ki vah use choom rahee thee. jab chumban toot gaya, vinay ne meree maan kee aankhon mein dekha, usakee muskaan chaudee aur utsaahajanak thee. "ab, ghoomo, main tumhaaree motee gaand ko achchhee tarah se dekhana chaahata hoon" usane chanchalata se kaha, use dheere se dhakka dete hue, maahaul ko bhaaree se kuchh halka aur mazedaar banaane ke lie taiyaar. 


"kya tum gambheer ho?" maan ne poochha, abhee bhee chumban se thoda chakit thee, lekin usake hothon par ek muskaan ban gaee. "bilkul," vinay ne uttar diya. "jab tak kabeer hamen dekh raha hai, ham maze kar sakate hain. mera vishvaas karo, main sunishchit karoonga ki tum har pal ka aanand lo."

[Vamp]

Nice! Superb aur ekdom umda update!bahut khub,bahut acha!

[Mahendra_]

Vinay Uncle ne meri Mom ko ghutno ke bal kar diya aur ab woh bistar pe jhuki hui thi. Vinay Uncle ki saansein tez ho gayi, unke haath Mom ki moti kamar pe kas gaye. Woh kareeb aaye, unki awaaz ek dheemi phusphusaahat mein badal gayi.

“Meena, kasam se, mujhe tere pati se jalan ho rahi hai. Woh har din iske saath kaise uthta hai? Yeh teri badi gaand—yeh toh ek khazana hai. Itni moti, itni perfect. Main ise ghanton tak dekh sakta hoon.”

Mom ka shareer ek pal ke liye akad gaya, unki saans ruk gayi jaise woh uske shabdon ko samajh rahi ho. Unke haathon ne chaadar ko zor se pakda, kapda unki ungliyon ke neeche sikud gaya, aur ek kaanpti hansi unke hothon se nikli, jismein ghabrahat jhalak rahi thi.

“Vinay, shhh! Itna zor se mat bol,” unhone Vinay ko kaha, unki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhone apna sir thoda sa ghumaya aur mujhe darwaaze pe khada dekha, main wahi khada raha, Mom ko dekhta raha—jo ek achchi aurat thi—jhuki hui, aur ek aadmi jo mera Dad nahi tha, unke peeche unka gaand chaatne wala tha.
“Kabir wahi khada hai, humein dekh raha hai. Yeh tu mujhe kya karwa raha hai, Vinay?”

Vinay Uncle ki aankhein meri taraf uthi, ek dheemi, shaitaani hansi unke chehre pe phail gayi. “Oh, woh yahaan hai, hai na? Achcha hai. Kabir ko dekhne de. Woh itna samajhdaar hai ki yeh sab samajh sake.” Unka hansna dheema aur karkash tha, unki nazar phir Mom ki badi gaand pe chali gayi, jaise ek bhookha aadmi ise nihaarta ho. Mom ki gaand do bade, mote golon ki tarah thi, itni moti ki yeh wajah se pare lagti thi.
“Meena, mujhe ek baat bol—kya main… iski khushboo le sakta hoon? Ya shayad ise chaat sakta hoon? Woh chhota sa meetha spot wahi?” Unka angutha unke gaand ke aaspaas ghuma, use thoda upar khiska kar unki kaanpti gaand ko aur dikha diya.

Mom ka chehra laal ho gaya, unki saans atak gayi jab woh hilne lagi, woh bade-bade gaand ke gole hilte hue dikhayi diye. Pehle toh unki awaaz nahi nikli, unki aankhein meri taraf uthi, sharminda bhar gayi.

“Vinay, ruk ja,” unhone dheeme se kaha, shabd mushkil se sunai diye. “Kabir ke saamne nahi. Main… main yeh nahi bol sakti.”
Main aage badha, mere jooton ki awaaz ne sannata toda. “Mom, use jo karna hai karne do. Theek hai. Mujhe koi problem nahi.”

Unka sir meri taraf jhatke se ghuma, unka muh vishwas nahi kar paane wali haalat mein khul gaya. “Kabir! Tu kya bol raha hai? Tu kitna sharaarti hai—tu wahi khada hoke mujhe yeh kaise bol sakta hai?”

Unki awaaz toot gayi, ek ghabraayi hansi nikal padi jab unhone apna chehra takiye mein chhupa liya, apni kaanpti saansein chhupaane ki koshish ki. Woh Vinay ki taraf thodi si jhuki, unka sundar chehra sharm se laal ho gaya.

Vinay Uncle ki hansi aur badi ho gayi, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak uthi. “Dekha? Kabir bhi mera saath de raha hai. Chalo, Meena, ab sharmao mat. Kar sakta hoon na?” Unka lehja mazakiya tha, jaise use uksa rahe ho, unke haath neeche sarak gaye, unki hadd tak jaane ki koshish kar rahe the.
Mom thodi der tak jhijhaki, unka shareer unke haathon ke neeche kaanp raha tha. Phir, ek chhoti si han—jo itni dheemi thi ki maine mushkil se dekha—unhone haan keh diya. “Theek hai,” unhone dheeme se kaha, awaaz nazuk thi. “Par… ise ajeeb mat bana.”

Vinay ko aur kuch nahi chahiye tha. Woh neeche jhuke, unka chehra Mom ki nangi badi gaand ke bilkul upar tha, unki garam saans unke gaand pe pad rahi thi. Unhone dheere se shuru kiya, apni naak ko unke gaand ke beech ke gehre hisse mein dabaya, gehri saans lete hue.
“Bhagwan, Meena,” unhone kaha, unki awaaz bhaari ho gayi. “Teri gaand ki khushboo yahaan swarg jaisi lagti hai.” Phir unki jeebh baahar nikli, pehle thodi si, unke gaand ke chhote se kinaare ko dheere se chaata.

Mom ne ek saans bhari, unka shareer aage ki taraf jhuka. Unki ungliyan chaadar ko nochne lagi, use kaske pakad liya jab woh hilne lagi, unki gaand har hilne se kaanpti hui.
Yeh dekhne layak thi—woh moti, bhaari gaand ke gole Vinay ke chhune se hil rahe the, unka bada size har harkat ko bada kar deta tha. Unki jaanghein kaanpti thi, aur ek dheemi si siski unke muh se nikli, jo takiye mein dab gayi.

Main darwaaze ke sahare khada ho gaya, curiousity meri ajeeb si feeling se upar thi. “Mom, kaisa lag raha hai?” maine poochha, apni awaaz halki aur mazakiya rakhi.
Unhone apna sir thoda uthaya, mujhe ghabraayi nazron se ghoora, unke gaal laal aur paseene se chamak rahe the. “Kabir, tu chhota shaitaan—tujhe kya lagta hai kaisa lag raha hai? Yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai. Main seedha soch bhi nahi sakti. Apne kamre mein jaa, aaaahhhh.”

Unki awaaz saans se bhari thi, sharm aur ek majboor maza ke beech mein thi. “Tu isse mazaa le raha hai, na? Mujhe aise dekh kar, Kabir?”
Vinay hans pade, thodi der ke liye peeche hatkar saans li. “Woh galat nahi hai, Meena. Dekh tujhe—aisi hil rahi hai, itni badi gaand ke saath? Yeh dekhne layak tamasha hai.”

Woh phir se lage, unki jeebh ab zyada confidence ke saath ghum rahi thi, unke gaand pe dheere-dheere chaat rahe the.
Mom ke kamar ne jhatka diya, ek dabbi si cheekh nikal padi jise woh rok nahi saki. “Vinay, oh Bhagwan—dheere kar,” unhone bheekh maangi, unki awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Tu apni zubaan se mujhe maar daalega.” Unki gaand sikud gayi, moti chhati hilne lagi jab woh apne aap ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par koi faida nahi—har chaat use ek gehre ehsaas mein le jaa raha tha.

Main apna sir thoda jhukaya, halki si hansi ke saath. “Tu sach mein ismein kho gayi hai, na, Mom? Maine nahi socha tha tu use itna aage jaane degi.”
Unhone mujhe ek nazar maari, aadhi pareshaani, aadha behoshi mein. “Kabir, ruk ja! Tu ise aur bura bana raha hai. Main pehle hi sharm se mar rahi hoon, aur tu… use aur uksa raha hai!” Unke shabd ek cheekh mein badal gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh zor se lagi, unke haathon ne unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya taaki unka gaand tak zyada pahunch sake.

Vinay phir se peeche hata, apna muh haath ke peeche se ponchha, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak rahi thi. “Meena, tera swaad maine socha se bhi behtar hai. Tera pati ek kismatwala hai—main usse iske liye lad bhi sakta hoon.” Unhone unki gaand pe ek mazakiya thappad maara, unhe hilte hue dekha aur santusht hansi di. “Kabir, use bol ki sharmaane ki koi wajah nahi. Yeh ek kala hai.”

Main hans pada, apne baazu cross kiye. “Mom, woh sahi hai. Tu aise behave kar rahi hai jaise yeh koi bada raaz hai. Ab relax kar.”
Unhone ek siski bhari, apna chehra phir takiye mein dabaya. “Tum dono namumkin ho. Aise milke mujhpe chadh rahe ho—tu kaisa beta hai, Kabir? Aur Vinay, tu bilkul besharam hai. Pura besharam.”

Par unki awaaz mein ab ek halki si masti thi, ghabrahat ke beech maza ubhar raha tha.
Vinay kareeb aaya, unke kaan ke paas apne hoth rakhe aur itna zor se bola ki mujhe bhi sunayi diya. “Besharam? Shayad. Par tujhe yeh pasand hai, na? Mere is moti, sundar gaand ki pooja karne de raha hai jab tera beta dekh raha hai? Bol ki nahi.”

Mom kaanp gayi, unka shareer unke ehsaas ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh phir se hili. “Main… main kya bolun,” unhone haklaya, unki awaaz dheemi thi. “Tum dono gande ho. Gande aur bure.” Par woh peeche nahi hati, unhone use rokne ko nahi kaha.
Main thoda aage badha, curiousity mujhe kheench rahi thi. “Mom, tu ab ladne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi. Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Behtar?”
Unhone meri taraf thodi si aankh uthayi, unki aankhein sharm aur maza ke saath chamak rahi thi. “Yeh… bahut zyada hai, theek hai? Khush ho ab? Mera apna beta, mujhse poochhta hai jab—oh!”

Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh ne ek naya rhythm pakda, dheema aur mazakiya, har reaction ko baahar nikaal raha tha.
Vinay unki skin ke khilaaf hans pada, vibration se woh hil gayi. “Teri Mom ek halat hai, Kabir. Dekh ise—chaadar ko aise pakad rahi hai jaise zindagi ispe depend karti ho. Main aage badhun, Meena? Ya ruk jaun?”

“Rukna mat,” woh bina soche bol padi, phir apne muh pe haath rakh diya, apne shabdon se ghabra gayi. “Matlab—nahi, ruko, maine yeh nahi kaha! Ya… oh Bhagwan, jo karna hai kar, Vinay. Main soch nahi sakti ab.”
Main muskuraya, bistar ke khambe pe sahara liya. “Dekha, Mom? Tu theek hai iske saath. Ab maan le.”
Unhone mujhe ghoora, par yeh kamzor tha, unka irada toot chuka tha. “Tu sabse bura hai, Kabir. Bilkul bura. Use uksane mein—tere saath kya galat hai?”
Unke shabd tez the par muskaan ke saath, unki awaaz ab mazakiya thi, yeh ajeeb si baat mein ulajh gayi thi.

Vinay ke haath unki gaand pe ghume, moti chhati ko masalte hue jab unhone phir chaata, is baar dheeme, har inch ka maza lete hue. “Meena, tu mujhe maar daal rahi hai,” unhone chaatne ke beech kaha. “Yeh gaand bahut zyada hai. Bahut hi zyada. Main isse kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”
Mom ka shareer kaanp gaya, unki saansein chhoti aur tez ho gayi. “Vinay, tu pagal hai,” unhone mushkil se kaha, unki awaaz kaanpti hui. “Aur Kabir—mujhe aise mat dekh! Yeh pehle hi bura hai bina tere muskuraye.”

Main kandhe uchaala, befikar. “Kya? Yeh meri galti nahi ki tu ek tamasha dikha rahi hai. Ab kaisa lag raha hai, Mom? Tu bilkul pighal rahi hai.”
Unhone ek kaanpti hansi chhodi, unke haath chaadar ko aur kas liya. “Yeh lag raha hai… jaise main apna dimaag kho rahi hoon, theek hai? Khush? Tum dono mujhe pagal kar rahe ho.” Unki kamar thodi si hili, ek anjaane samarpan mein, unki gaand Vinay ke rukne na dene wale dhyan se kaanpti rahi.

Kamra garam ho gaya, hawa mein chhupi si tanaav bhaari ho gayi. Vinay ke haath unhe zor se pakde, unki ungliyan unki naram, moti gaand mein dhansi jab unhone apni jeebh ko dheeme, gol chakkar mein chalaya unke gaand pe.
Mom ki siskiyaan tez ho gayi, kam dabbi hui, unka shareer har guzarne ke saath kaanpta raha. Chaadar unke neeche ek sikudi hui halat mein thi, unke khud pe kaboo kho dene ka saboot.

“Vinay, tu bahut zyada hai,” unhone saans li, unki awaaz kacchi thi. “Main… main isse aur nahi le sakti.”
Woh thoda peeche hata, unke hoth chamak rahe the, aur ek hansi di. “Bahut zyada? Meena, maine toh abhi shuru kiya hai. Yeh gaand ghanton ke layak hai, minute nahi.” Unhone meri taraf dekha, aankh maari. “Kabir, bol use ki woh isse zyada takatwar hai. Woh yeh jhel sakti hai.”
“Mom, tu isse zyada takatwar hai,” maine wahi bola, muskurate hue. “Chal, tu achcha kar rahi hai.”

Unhone ek siski ke saath hansi, apne behoshi ke beech. “Achcha? Main ek halat hoon, Kabir! Aur tu—tu iske har pal ka mazaa le raha hai, na?”
“Shayad,” maine maana, use hilte hue dekha. “Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Tu bahut kaanp rahi hai.”

“Yeh… yeh teevra hai, beta,” unhone confess kiya, unki awaaz toot rahi thi jab Vinay phir laga, unki jeebh rukne wali nahi thi. “Bahut teevra. Mujhe nahi pata main aur kitna—” Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye, unka shareer jhuka jab ehsaas ne use daboch liya.

Vinay hans pada, unke haath unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya. “Bas yahi, Meena. Chhod de. Tu aise perfect hai.” Unki awaaz ek dheemi gurrhat thi, santushti se bhari, jab woh apne kaam mein doob gaya, har kaanp, har saans ko baahar nikaal raha tha.

[Lalu Mastan]

Awesome story

[Taunje@#]

Awesome story hai
Next update Kab ayega ?

[Mepokkiri123]

Great story..the conversations between mom and son is super awesome.if possible add few topics like helping mom to hold uncle's cock..help uncle to put condom etc