Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[hfmwife]

Extremely hot and erotic story

[sumitra]

Superb Story

[Kerry Watson]

Awesome and extraordinary update

[Vondo Ojha]

Awesome aur ekdum kamaal ka update

[Ayush01111]

Beta mukesh ko blackmail kare or use paiso ki demand kare maza aeyga please

[Mahendra_]

Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Dad ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehte hue jab Mukesh ne use aisa kehne ko kaha, mujhe shock kiya, par uski degradation meri shock ko daba di. Usne uske lund ko poora uske gaand ka chhed mein guide kiya tha, moan karti hui jab woh isse masturbate kar rahi thi, uski secret bathroom anal cravings expose hui, uska gaand ka chhed uske khud ke haathon se wide stretch hua.


Mukesh ne uski kamar pakdi, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra dhansa hua, uske cheeks failaye hue jab usne use guide kiya, uski moans kacchi aur rhythmic. “Rekha, tu ise itna achha le rahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting, dheere se apna sawaal puchta hua. “Kya main tujhe ab aur zor se chod sakta hoon? Us sweet gaand ka chhed ko aise pound karoon jaise tu deserve karti hai?”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uske haath sthir jab usne uske lund ko guide kiya, dheere aur deliberately. 


“Bahut zor se nahi, harami,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz dard aur frustration se teekhi, uske shabd uske relentless pressure ka jawab. “Yeh pehle se hi sore hai, Mukesh. Dheere ja, nahi toh main itni zor se chillaungi ki padosi sun lenge.”Usne grin kiya, uske haath uski kamar par tight, uske thrusts dheere par sthir. 


“Tu sure hai iske bare mein? Sunai deta hai tujhe yeh enjoy ho raha hai,” usne kaha, uska sur uski comfort check karne ke liye naram hua. “Aise, meri jaan? Mera lund tujhe stretch karta hua acha lagta hai, na?” “Yeh… bearable hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski moan nikal gayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh guide karti rahi. “Bas ise zor se mat chod, dheere ja, tu bimaar fucker. Main yeh us video ke liye kar rahi hoon jo tune mere pati Anil se chhupane ke liye banaya, nahi kyunki mujhe tera damn lund chahiye.”Mukesh hasa, uska lund andar bahar sarka, uska gaand ka chhed har move ke saath stretch hota hua. “Bearable? Teri moans kuch aur kahani kehti hain, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur gehra probe karne ke liye shift hui. “Andar sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe pasand hai mera lund teri gaand ko kaise bhar raha hai, na?” 


“Fuck you, Mukesh,” Mom ne gasp kiya, uska frustration dard aur uske taunting se ubal raha tha, uske gande shabd uske control ke khilaf ek shield. Maine nahi maana meri mom “fuck” jaise shabd use karti thi, maine use kabhi aise shabd kehte nahi suna, woh ek pure aurat thi.Par ab woh ek randi hai jo aise shabd bolna pasand karti hai kyunki Mukesh ne use aisa sikhaya. “Bas kar aur nikal ja meri pati Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.” “Tu itna achha hold kar rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur lagbhag naram, ek naye taunt mein shift hota hua. 


“Par chalo, tere bare mein baat karte hain. Tu torn hai, na? Perfect patni banne ka dikhawa, par yahan tu mere liye moan kar rahi hai. Kyun lad rahi hai isse?”Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main torn nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uska sur defiant par kaanpta. “Mujhe Anil, mera pati, se pyar hai. Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, hamara parivaar saath rakhne ke liye. Tu mujhe toot raha hai, Mukesh, apni dhamkiyon aur us damn video se.” “Tujhe toot raha hoon?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui.




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“Main bas tujhe dikha raha hoon tu asal mein kya hai. Tu us raat ek mahina pehle door ja sakti thi, par tune mere lund ke liye bheekh maangi. Tu yeh zindagi chahti hai, Rekha, nahi woh jo tere boring pati ke saath hai.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui, uske haath abhi bhi uske lund ko guide karte hue. 


“Maine tab galti ki. Main ab woh aurat nahi hoon. Main ek achhi maa aur patni hoon. Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi.”Maine apne shorts ke saath fumble kiya, aakhir mein mera lund bahar nikala, tezi se hilata hua. Maine pehle yeh nahi kiya tha, Mom ke tezi se choosne aur uske lund ko guide karne se zyada shocked, meri hesitation disgust aur thrill ke mix mein rooted jo mujhe rok rahi thi. 


Ab, uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ke ird-gird stretch hua, uski kacchi moans kamre ko bhar rahi thi, mujhe edge par dhakel diya, mera haath uski degradation ke rhythm mein hilta hua.Mukesh ke thrusts aur sakht hue, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, geele, sloppy awaazein aur tez. Woh use poori tarah dominate karne ke liye zor se chod raha tha, uski resistance ko tootne ke liye, jaanta hua uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ko crave karta tha despite uske shabdon ke. Uska gaand ka chhed aur elastic ho raha tha, har thrust ke saath wide stretch hota hua, ab tight nahi uske relentless pounding aur uske khud ke anal masturbation se jo maine bathroom mein dekha tha. 


Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed kabhi tight nahi hoga—uski frequent anal play, ab Mukesh ke rough chodne se intensified, ne ise permanently dheela kar diya tha, uski hidden desires ka permanent mark. “Tu ismein bahut achhi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari, ek naye boast mein smoothly shift hota hua. “Yeh teri gaand, mohalle mein best hai, tujhe pata hai? Badi aur round, bazaar mein har aadmi ghoorta hai. Main woh lucky harami hoon jo ise chod raha hai.


”Mom ki moan ruk gayi, uski awaaz strained. “Ah ah ah ahaaaahh oooh! Aise mat bol,” usne kaha, uska sur defensive. “Bas khatam kar, Mukesh. Main teri trophy nahi hoon ooooh oohh yessss.” Main tezi se hila, sochta hua kitna lucky tha Mukesh. Mom ki gaand hamare mohalle mein legendary thi—full, firm, woh tarah ki jo mardon ko whisper aur stare karati thi, shape aur allure ka ek rare combination. 


Mom jaisi sweet gaand ka chhed mushkil se milta tha; kam auraton mein uske curves the, aur usse bhi kam aise chodne deti thi. Mukesh ko yeh aasani se mila, uske blackmail video aur Mom ke secret cravings ne use bina kisi chase ke haath mein de diya. “Tu isse chhupa nahi sakti, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske thrusts sthir, uski fat gaand har slam ke saath hilti hui, flesh uske hips ke force se ripple karta hua. 


“Tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai? Tere gaand ka chhed mein sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”“Haan aahh haan haan yeh acha lagta hai oooohhh,” Mom ne admit kiya, uski awaaz shame aur pleasure ka mix, uski moans tez, us pal mein khud ko kho rahi thi. “Yeh acha lagta hai, theek hai? Par jaldi khatam kar, Mukesh, Anil ke sunne se pehle.”








“Mujhe bata kitna acha,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz gandi, use aur aage dhakel raha tha. “Teri gaand mera lund kha rahi hai, Rekha. Tu ise aur gehra chahti hai, na? Bol, tu gandi randi.” “Fuck, yeh kaafi gehra hai, meri gaand ka chhed mein gehra aur mujhe itna moan karati hai,” Mom ne kaha, uske shabd uske saath match karne ke liye gande, bechain use khatam karne aur is ordeal ko end karne ke liye. “Bas andar spill kar de, Mukesh, aur nikal ja. Please meri gaand ka chhed mein apna doodh spill kar de.” 


“Mujhe parwah nahi agar tu ise khatam karna chahti hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Yeh gaand itni perfect hai ki jaldi nahi kar sakta.” Uski gaand aur zor se hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath jiggle karte hue, uske jism ka response uske lund ke relentless rhythm se driven.Main sthir ho gaya, mera haath dheema, jab front door click karke khula. Dad ghar aa gaya tha—jaldi, bina bataye. Maine notice nahi kiya, bedroom, Mom ki moans, aur Mukesh ke thrusts mein itna khoya hua tha, mera lund bahar aur mera dimaag kho gaya. 


Shock mujhe wave ki tarah laga, mera dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab main bedroom ke paas closet mein chhupne ke liye scramble kiya taaki dad mujhe na dekhe ki main kaisa beta hoon jo apni mom ko chudte dekh raha hoon, andar sarka, darwaze ka crack mujhe view deta hua. Andhera aur angle Dad ke liye mujhe dekhna mushkil banata tha, closet ek shadowed corner mein tucked jo woh glance ke bina pass karta. 


“Rekha, jaan, main ghar aa gaya!” Dad ne sitting room se pukara, uski awaaz cheerful par thaki hui. Usne phir pukara, phir se, koi jawab nahi, uske kadam paas aate hue. Bechara Dad nahi jaanta tha uski patni ko uske apne bedroom mein gaand mein choda ja raha tha, uski moans muffled par tez hoti ja rahi thi.Mujhe pata tha agar Dad ko pata chala toh unka divorce ho jayega—Mom ka dhoka use toot dega, koi wapas ka rasta nahi. 


Par mujhe parwah nahi thi, meri twisted thrill mujhe Mom ke saath Mukesh ke saath chahti thi, uska us par dominance meri dark desire ko bhar raha tha. Mom ki tez moans Dad tak pahunchi, use confuse karti hui—uski awaaz kacchi, sexual thi, uske usual awaazon se alag. Woh bedroom ke paas aaya, uske kadam bhari. “Ooh haan, meri gaand chod, Mukesh,” Mom ki awaaz darwaze se saaf goonji, uska control pleasure mein chala gaya. Bedroom locked tha, Mom ko bhi nahi pata tha Dad aaspaas tha, Mukesh ko bhi nahi. 


Dad ruk gaya, uski awaaz teekhi. “Rekha? Wahan kya ho raha hai?”Silence chhaya, Mom panic mein sthir, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra. “Rekha, jawab de!” usne pukara, darwaze par knock karta hua. Main shocked tha, lagbhag has raha tha, mera haath wapas mere lund par, dheere hilta hua, main abhi bhi masturbate kar raha tha jabki monitor kar raha tha kya ho raha hai. Mom ko careful hona tha, Dad doosri taraf inches door tha, unke beech bas ek darwaza, uski shaadi us darwaze par latki hui thi.


Maine apni position closet mein adjust ki, crack se jhaankta hua, angle perfect tha bedroom dekhne ke liye par Dad ke view se chhupa, darwaze ka saya mujhe cover karta hua. Andar, Mom darwaze ke paas khadi thi, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein, uske dheere thrusts mushkil se rukte hue, uska jism kaanp raha tha.“Rekha, tu kya kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, aur zor se knock karta hua, uski awaaz tense. 


“Maine tujhe moan karte suna. Kya ho raha hai?” Mom ne stammer kiya, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke thrusts uski saans ko rukwa rahe the. “Anil, honey, main… main bas kuch dekh rahi hoon,” usne kaha, ek excuse ke liye grasp karti hui. “Mujhe nahi pata tha tu andar aaya, mujhe maaf kar.”“Kuch dekh rahi hai?” Dad ki awaaz teekhi hui, suspicion creep karta hua. 


“Aise moan kar rahi hai? Kya tu phir porn dekh rahi hai, Rekha?” “Haan,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz strained jab Mukesh harta raha. “Yeh bas ek video hai, Anil. Mujhe nahi pata tha tu jaldi ghar aayega.” Dad ka sur sakht hua, gussa badhta hua. “Porn? Sach mein, Rekha? Tujhe kya ho gaya hai? Tu koi… gandi aurat ban rahi hai, hamesha yeh porn dekhne ka attitude. Tujhe kya ho gaya hai?”“Aisa nahi hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke dheere thrusts uske shabd uneven banate hue. 


“Main bas… ek pal akele chahiye tha, Anil. Maaf kar, yeh woh nahi hai jo tu soch raha hai.” “Toh tu ‘Mukesh’ kyun chilla rahi thi?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz tez, confused. “Maine suna, Rekha. Mujhse jhooth mat bol.”Silence stretch hua, Mom ka panic saaf jab Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein raha, uske dheere thrusts relentless. Main dekhta raha, unki riskiness se shocked, Mom ne Mukesh ko rukne ka ishara kiya ek frantic hand wave se, apne right hand se peeche uska lund nikaalne ki koshish karti hui, par Mukesh ne uski wrist pakdi, use andar rakha, chupke se grin karta hua. Yeh astonishing tha—Mom ka gaand ka chhed mein chudna jab Dad bahar khada tha, clueless, uski shaadi khatre mein. “Anil, yeh… laptop tha,” 


Mom ne aakhir mein kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, ek jhooth ke liye grasp karti hui. “Video mein ek naam tha, Mukesh, bas yahi tha.”“Tu ek video se aise moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, skeptical. “Aur teri awaaz, Rekha, yeh aisi kyun hai? Tu… ajeeb lag rahi hai, jaise tu khud nahi hai.” “Main bas… caught up hoon,” usne kaha, ek soft moan nikal gayi jab Mukesh ke thrusts jari rahe. “Yeh video hai, Anil, main kasam khati hoon. Isse zyada kuch nahi.” “Mujhe bewakoof mat bana,” Dad ne kaha, uska gussa bhadak raha tha. 


“Yeh tu nahi hai, Rekha. Sach mein kya ho raha hai? Darwaza khol, abhi.”“Main nahi khol sakti,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, suspicion se bachne ke liye clever. “Main kapde nahi pehne hoon, Anil. Main… nangi hoon, video dekhne se. Main gandi lag rahi hoon, please, ek minute de.” Dad ki awaaz thodi naram hui, par gussa raha. “Gandi? Rekha, yeh haath se nikal raha hai. Tu hamesha porn kyun dekh rahi hai? Aur ‘Mukesh’ chilla rahi hai? Ise explain kar.”“Yeh bas woh porn video hai jo main dekh rahi hoon, mujhe maaf kar, main dobara nahi dekhungi, aaahhh ooohhhhhh,” Mom ne dohraya, uski awaaz uneven, Mukesh ke thrusts uske speech ko falter karte hue. 


“Maine chillaane ka matlab nahi tha, Anil. Yeh… intense tha, main carried away ho gayi.” Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz ek whisper jo sirf Mom sun sakti thi, uske tension ko badhata hua. “Tu khatarnak khel khel rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, uska sur taunting. “Apne pati se baat kar rahi hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai. Tujhe yeh thrill pasand hai, na?”“Chup kar,” Mom ne dheere se hissed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska haath abhi bhi use peeche dhakelne ki koshish karta hua. 


“Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, Mukesh. Bas ruk. Meri shaadi aaj toot sakti hai.” “Tu khud ko barbaad kar rahi hai,” usne whisper kiya, uske thrusts dheere par gehre. “Aise moan kar rahi hai, tu chahti hai woh sune, na? Jane ki tu kya randi hai.” “Nahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uska exposure ka darr spike karta hua. “Main apni shaadi bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon, tu harami. Khatam kar aur chup reh.”Dad ne phir pukara, “Rekha, tu khud se baat kar rahi hai ya kisi se?” 


Main dekhta raha, mera haath tezi se hilta hua, jab Mukesh ne speed badha di, uske gaand ka chhed ko zor se choda, Dad ke bahar hone ka risk use uski limits test karne ke liye push karta hua, use poori tarah tootne ke liye. Uski fat gaand wildly hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, uska jism uske darr ke bawajood respond karta hua. Mom ki aankhein band hui, ek moan nikal gayi, dikhati hui woh enjoy kar rahi thi, agar Dad darwaza kholta toh uski shaadi tootne ke liye taiyaar.Main aur zor se masturbate kiya, Mom ke divorce ke idea se thrilled, yeh maanta hua ki aaj Dad use Mukesh ki randi ke roop mein discover karega, hamara parivaar toot jayega. 


“Yeh thumping kya hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz teekhi, suspicion phir se badhta hua. “Rekha, wahan kya ho raha hai?” “Yeh… bistar hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, Mukesh ke tezi thrusts uske gaand ka chhed ko hila rahe the, geele, sloppy awaazein tez. “Main… idhar udhar hili, Anil, video dekh rahi thi.”Mukesh ne aur zor se choda, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, momentum badhta hua. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, “Oh, fuck,” uski awaaz kacchi, uski aankhein abhi bhi pleasure mein band. 


Main nahi maana woh yeh enjoy kar rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra jab Dad bahar khada tha, uski shaadi tootne ke kagaar par. “Rekha, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz gusse mein, confused. “Yeh sahi nahi lagta. Sach mein kya ho raha hai?” “Maine tujhe kaha, honey,” Mom ne kaha, apne shabdon ke beech moan karti hui, Mukesh ke thrusts relentless. “Yeh porn video hai, yeh… intense hai. Maaf kar, main ruk jaungi.”


Mukesh ke thrusts peak par pahunch gaye, uska jism tense jab usne apna doodh Mom ke gaand ka chhed mein spill kiya, uske sperms uske gaand ka chhed ko bharte hue, zameen par tapakte hue jab usne bahar kheech liya. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, uska jism kaanpta hua, uska pleasure undeniable. Maine bhi apna sperms spill kiya, mera haath frantic, Mom ke dhoke ka thrill aur looming divorce ne mujhe edge par dhakel diya. Mukesh bistar par gir gaya, haanfta hua, uska seena heaving, paseena use cover karta hua. 


Meri mom khadi rahi taaki sure kare Dad andar na aaye. Usne sure kiya darwaza abhi bhi locked tha.“Rekha, tu haanf rahi hai, bas woh gandagi khatam kar jo tu kar rahi hai,” Dad ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par abhi bhi gusse mein. “Saaf kar aur bahar aa. Humein is behavior ke bare mein baat karna hai.” “Theek hai, Anil,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, saans lete hue. “Main… saaf kar lungi. Bas ek minute de, honey.”Dad ke kadam sitting room ki taraf wapas gaye, uska gussa uske bhari tread mein saaf. 


Usne socha Mom porn dekh rahi thi par asal mein uski patni ko abhi gaand mein choda gaya tha aur Mom ne usse jhooth bolkar acha kiya. Mukesh khada hua, Mom ke peeche gaya, dono khade the, uske hont uski gardan par mile, use gehra chuma, dono paseene se tar, unke jism slick. Main shocked tha—Mom ne use door nahi dhakela, uske haath uske sar ko pakadne ke liye upar gaye, use wapas chuma, uske hont bhukhe despite uski shaadi ke lagbhag tootne ke. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, disbelief arousal ke saath mila, uski willingness usse chumne ki sab kuch ke baad uski surrender dikhati hui, even jab Dad itna paas tha.

[Kerry Watson]

Mind blowing and also dick blasting update

[Mehtab_]

Update waiting

[garamrohan]

Mahendra Bhai. Aaj hi aapka thread mila. Bahoot accha laga. Lekin kuch updates ke baad mom ka name change Kiya hai kya?

[Kodom Ali Mastan]

Utterly amazing and exciting writing

[Vampire]

Fantastic and fabulous update ❤️

[Mahendra_]

Bedroom mein paseena aur sex ki badboo thi, Maa ki siskiyaan abhi bhi mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi jab Mukesh bistar par gir pada, haanfta hua, uska seena paseene se geela, uska veerya uski gand se zameen par tapak raha tha. Meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri apni uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha, Maa ke vishwasghat aur aane wale talaak ke thrill ne mujhe hadd par dhakel diya. 

Papa ke bhaari kadmon ki awaaz baithak ki or dheemi ho gayi thi, unka gussa saaf tha jab unhone Maa ke kamzor porn bahane ko khareeda, use safai karne aur baat karne ka hukm diya. Mukesh khada hua, Maa ke peechhe gaya, uske honth uski gardan ko chhoo rahe the, use gehre chumte hue, unke jism chamak rahe the. Main shock mein tha—Maa ne use dhakela nahi, uske hath uske sar ko pakde hue, use wapas chuma, uske honth bhukhe the haalanki usne apni shaadi ko lagbhag tod diya tha. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, vishwas aur uttejna ka mishran, uska Papa ke itne nazdeek hone par Mukesh ke samne haar jana meri bighdi hui thrill ko badha raha tha.


Mukesh peechhe hata, uski muskurahat gandi thi, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaanbujhkar, apne agle demand mein dheere se badalta hua. “Rekha, tum abhi bhi mera veerya tapka rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski aankhein nishthur irade se chamak rahi thi. “Neeche baitho, pyar. Use bahar dhakelo, yahin girne do.”
Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska jism sakht ho gaya, lekin usne sar hilaya, uska irada patla pad gaya. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, darwaze ki or ghabrahat se dekhte hue jahan Papa ki maujoodgi ek chhaya ki tarah thi. “Lekin please, isse jaldi karo. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main use koi shak nahi hone de sakti.”


Woh muskuraya, nazdeek aata hua, uski awaaz naram hui taaki use apni or kheenche. “Jaldi kaafi nahi hai, Rekha. Mere paas kuch behtar hai,” usne kaha, asar ke liye rukte hue. “Ek tarika jo dikhaye ki tumhara yeh anmol parivaar hamare is rishte ke saamne kitna chhota hai.”

Maa ka chehra bighad gaya, uljhan uske chehre par thi jab woh neeche baithi, uska mota pichhwada neeche hua, uski gand Mukesh ke bereham chudai se geeli aur dheeli thi. Kaali chaddi uski jaanghon ke gird latak rahi thi, uski bra mushkil se uske ubharte stann ko sambhal rahi thi. “Tum kya baat kar rahe ho, Mukesh?” usne poocha, uski awaaz bechaini se teekhi, uske hath apne ghutnon ko pakad kar balance ke liye. 

“Mere parivaar ke bare mein yeh kya hai ab?”
Mukesh ki muskurahat aur chawdi ho gayi, uske harkat jaanbujhkar thi jab woh bedside table ki or gaya, hamara parivaarik photo uthaya—main, Maa, aur Papa pichhle saal ke tyohaar par muskurate hue, saste lakdi ke frame mein. Mera pet ulat gaya, mera hath mere ling par jam gaya, jab woh neeche baitha aur photo ko zameen par rakha, seedhe uski tapakti gand ke neeche, bilkul sahi jagah par. “Yeh, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Mera veerya inke chehron par dhakelo. Apne pati aur bete ko dikhao ki woh tumhare liye kuch nahi hain.”


Maa ne saans li, uski aankhein photo ki or jhapki, uski awaaz darr se kaanp rahi thi. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh kya bakwas hai?” usne poocha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, uska jism abhi bhi neeche baitha hua. “Yeh hamara parivaar hai—Anil, Raj. Main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai, tumhare liye bhi.”
Mukesh ki aankhein tang hui, uski awaaz sakht ho gayi jab woh darwaze ki or badha, uska hath knob par tha. “Bahut zyada? Tumne mujhe uske bistar par choda hai, uske bahar hote hue mera naam siskiyon mein liya hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd gehre chot dete hue. “Karo, Rekha, warna main yeh darwaza khol dunga aur Anil ko sab kuch bata dunga—tumne mere ling ke liye kaise bheek mangi, tum ab meri randi ho.”


Maa ke hath kaanp rahe the, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab Papa ki awaaz baithak se phir goonji. “Rekha, jaldi aao! Main intezar kar raha hoon!” Uski aankhein darwaze ki or, phir Mukesh ki or, uska irada uski dhamki ke neeche toot raha tha. “Main unke saath aisa nahi kar sakti,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati, aur Raj, mera beta. Yeh apmaan se bhi aage hai, Mukesh. Yeh nishthur hai.”


“Nishthur?” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi, anbujh, use aur dabate hue. “Tum pehle hi wahan ho, Rekha. Tumne aaj har hadd paar ki hai. Use bahar dhakelo, warna Anil aaj raat woh video dekhega, aur tumhara parivaar khatam.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uska chehra toot gaya jab Papa ki awaaz aur oonchi, aur zid wali ho gayi. “Rekha, kyun itna time laga rahi ho?” Uski nazar neeche giri, uski awaaz mushkil se sunayi di. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne fusfusaaya, uski haar saaf thi. “Main karungi, lekin tum iske liye ek rakshas ho.”
“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske bagal mein baithte hue, uski awaaz nishthur taane se bhari. “Ab dhakelo, Rekha. Inke chehron par tapkao, dikhao ki tum ab unki nahi ho.”


Maa ne sar ghumaya, hamare muskurate chehron ko photo mein dekhne mein asamarth, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne jor lagaya. Uski gand kaanpi, phir khuli, ek mota safed, creamy veerya ka dhaara bahar nikla, photo par tapak gaya, hamare chehron par—mere, Papa ke, uske. Veerya mota, apaar-darshak, chipchipa tha, glass par jama ho raha tha, hamari muskurahaton ko ek ghatiya gandagi mein badal raha tha. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh dekho. Tumhara parivaar ab bas ek veerya se dagha hua kapda hai. Perfect.”


“Tum ek ghatiya harami ho,” Maa ne teekhe gusse aur sharam se kaha, khadi hoti hui jab woh khatam hui, uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, uski aankhein kharab photo se hat gayi. “Tum bimaar ho, Mukesh, mujhe unke saath yeh karne ko majboor karke.”


“Badhai ho, pyar,” usne muskurate hue kaha, uske teekhe shabdon ko nazarandaaz karte hue. “Tumne kiya. Inhe achha mark kiya, na?”
“Tum gande ho,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, zehreeli, photo se door hatati hui, uska chehra sharam se laal. “Mujhe tumse nafrat hai iske liye, Mukesh. Tumne meri har cheez barbaad kar di.”


Mukesh ka chehra naram hua, lekin uski awaaz taane wali rahi, ek naye angle mein badalti hui. “Tum soch se zyada mazboot ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz lagbhag naram. “Tum yeh unhe bachane ke liye kar rahi ho, na? Lekin dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sahi lagta hai—mere saath hona, sab chhod dena. Warna tum baar baar kyun wapas aati ho?”


Maa ki aankhein dard se chamki, uski awaaz kaanpti hui jab usne jawab diya. “Main tumhare paas wapas nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uske shabd jaanbujhkar, uske manipulation se ladte hue. “Main yahan hoon kyunki tum dhamki dete ho, Mukesh. Main apne parivaar ko jodkar rakhne ke liye lad rahi hoon, chahe yeh mujhe andar se maar de.”


“Maar de?” usne kaha, nazdeek aate hue, uski ungliyaan uske baazu ko chhoo rahi thi. “Tum mere saath jeevit ho, Rekha. Anil ke saath us boring shaadi mein bandhan mein rehne se zyada. Tum apni aag us par waste kar rahi ho.”


“Bas karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, peechhe hatati hui. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati. Main yeh uski raksha ke liye kar rahi hoon, kyunki main tumhe chahti hoon aisa nahi. Ise galat mat karo.”


Mukesh khada hua, uska ling abhi bhi adha sakht, uski awaaz ek naye demand mein badli. “Baat khatam, Rekha. Mera ling phir se chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram lekin hukm wali. “Kuch achha kaho, jaise tumhe yeh pasand hai, jaise yeh tumne kabhi bhi sabse behtar hai.”


Maa ka chehra ghin se bighad gaya, uski aankhein uske ling par, jo uski gand se geela aur musky tha. “Koi chance nahi, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, peechhe hatati hui. “Yeh abhi meri gand mein tha. Yeh ganda hai, main ise apne muh mein nahi daalungi.”


“Chalo na, pyar,” usne kaha, uski awaaz manane wali, uske zid mein dheere se badalta hua. “Tumne aaj isse bhi bura kiya hai, na? Ise saaf chooso, mujhe kaho yeh perfect hai. Mere liye meetha karo.”
“Main yeh nahi karungi,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, darwaze ki or dekhte hue jahan Papa ki awaaz phir goonji, “Rekha, jaldi karo!” “Anil wahan hi hai, Mukesh,” usne aage kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Aur yeh ganda hai uske wahan hone ke baad. Main itna neeche nahi giroongi.”


“Tum pehle hi gir chuki ho,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz teekhi, uske baazu ko naram lekin mazbooti se pakadte hue. “Chooso, Rekha, warna main Anil ko bulaunga is photo ko dekhne, tumhari gand uske chehre par tapakti hui. Tum yeh chahti ho?”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, uski awaaz ek siskari. “Tum ek rakshas ho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, lekin woh neeche baithi, uske hath kaanp rahe the, uska chehra ghin se bighda hua. “Thik hai, tum phir jeet gaye.”


“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz jeet bhari, uske baalon ko sehlate hue. “Achha kaam, Rekha. Ab shuru karo.”
Main dekhta raha, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, jab Maa ka chehra sikud gaya, uski naak uske ling ke dekhne se ghin se sikud gayi, gand ke baad ka musky badboo uspar ek lehar ki tarah aaya. 


Uski ghin saaf thi, uski aankhein uski gand se kuch chakhne ke vichar se tang hui, uska chehra hygiene ke darr se chidha hua. Usne uske ling ko dhyan se pakda, uski ungliyaan mushkil se geele base ko chhoo rahi thi, baaki cheezon se bachti hui, uska dhyan Papa ke nazdeek hone aur sankraman ke khatre se tha. “Iska badboo ganda hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, gusse wali. 


“Tum mujhe yeh kaise karne ko majboor kar sakte ho? Yeh ghinona hai.”
“Yeh tum jaisa hi toh badboo deta hai, na?” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane wali. “Samay waste mat karo, Rekha. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main abhi tumhara muh mujh par chahta hoon.”


“Woh wahan hi hai,” usne siskari maari, uski aankhein darwaze ki or, Papa ki awaaz dheemi goonjti hui. “Yeh pagalpan hai, Mukesh. Tum mujhe meri hadd se aage dhakel rahe ho.”
“Bas chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot lekin naram, use aage badhne ke liye uksate hue. “Rukne ka waqt nahi. Mujhe dikhao tum is video ko chhupane ke layak ho.”


Main intezar kar raha tha, mera hath mere ling par, curious ki kya woh sach mein uski gand se taaza ling ka swaad legi, ummeed thi ki woh ugle ya peechhe hategi. Maa aage jhuki, uski jeebh tip ko chhoo gayi, uska chehra kadwe, musky, gand ke baad ke swaad se bighad gaya, uski aankhein pani se bhar gayi, uske honth ghin se kas gaye. Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uski awaaz protsahit karti hui, use aage badhaya. “Wahi hai, pyar, chalo aage badho. Chakh lo hum dono ek saath kitne achhe hain, tum aur main.”


Maa ne uski or dekha, uska chehra ghin aur haar ka mishran, ganda swaad uski teori wali bhaween aur band jabde mein saaf. Dheere se, usne uska ling aur gehra liya, uske honth uske gird lapet gaye, adha rasta, phir poora, uska muh khinch gaya, geele chusne ki awaazein khamosh kamre mein tez thi. Main shock mein tha—woh iska swaad le rahi thi, uski jeebh gandagi ke bawajood kaam kar rahi thi, uska pehla inkaar dheema pad gaya. 


Maine socha tha woh thook degi ya ruk jayegi, lekin uski tezi se chusne, uska sar aage peechhe harkat, yeh dikhaya ki woh swaad bhool chuki thi, Papa ke aur shak karne se pehle use khatam karne ki bechaini se chal rahi thi. Uski utsukta, uske honth uske shaft ke gird kas rahe the, mujhe laga woh yeh chahti thi, uski chhupi ichchhaein uski ghin ko daba rahi thi. Mukesh ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uski tezi se uski ummeed se zyada, uski haar uske plan se zyada gehri thi.


Maa ka hamare parivaar ke prati apmaan poora tha, veerya se bhiga photo ek ghinona saboot, hamare chehron ko Mukesh ke uski gand se veerya se dagh raha tha. Agar Papa ko pata chalta, woh turant talaak de dete, yeh apmaan hamare parivaar ko tod deta, uske pavitrata mein unka bharosa khatam ho jata. Usne har hadd paar ki thi—hamare photo par veerya tapkaya, uski gand se ling choosa, Papa ke paas hote hue Mukesh ko chuma. Woh ab pavitra nahi thi, uske kaam use napasand banate the. Woh wapas us maa nahi ban sakti thi jo khana banati thi ya woh patni jo Papa ko goodnight kiss karti thi, uski nafs aur dhoka itna gehra tha ki mita nahi sakta tha.



Mukesh ki awaaz naram hui, lekin uska irada nishthur raha, ek naye demand mein badalta hua. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz hukm wali lekin shaant. Maa khadi hui, uski aankhein uski aankhon se mili, khaali aur khamosh, uski sharam uske gande kaamon ke baad use chup kar diya. Usne uske baal sehlaya, uske honthon ko naram se chuma, aur woh hili nahi, apne patan ke samne haar maan chuki thi. “Ab jaao apne pati ko muh par chumo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Use mujhe tum par chakhne do, pyar.”


Maa ki aankhein jhapki, lekin usne sar hilaya, uski awaaz dheemi, haari hui. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, koi ladai nahi bachi, uske kaam itne aage badh chuke the ki virodh na kar saki. “Main karungi.”
“Achha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz savdhani mein badli, apni suraksha ke liye. “Lekin mujhe chhupao, Rekha. Anil ko mujhe dekhne mat do. Yahan raho, yakeen dilao ki woh tumhari kahani khareed le.”



“Main karungi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, darwaze ki or dekhte hue. “Hilna mat, Mukesh, ya bahar mat aana. Main use dhoka doongi, use lagta hai yeh bas main hoon. Chup raho.”
“Chatur aurat,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz uske dhoke ki taareef karti hui, ek naye taane mein badalta hua. “Tum ismein bahut achhi ho, Rekha. Anil ko jhooth bolna, use andhere mein rakhna. Woh ekdum bevakoof hai, der tak kaam karta hai, anjaan ki tumhe kya chahiye. Tum aise aadmi ke saath nahi reh sakti.”


Maa ruk gayi, uska chehra sakht hua, uske shabd ek nerve par lage. “Aisa mat kaho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi lekin jaanbujhkar. “Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, Anil aur Raj ko surakshit rakhne ke liye. Tumhe pichhle darwaze se nikalna hoga. Mere liye jo main lad rahi hoon use barbaad mat karo.”


“Main jaunga,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin yeh pehle hi khatam hai, Rekha. Tumne uska vishwasghat kiya—uske chehre par veerya tapkaya, meri gand ke baad mera ling choosa. Tumhari shaadi khatam hai, aur dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sach hai.”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, lekin usne jawab nahi diya, uske shabdon ka sach gehre chot karta tha. Jab woh darwaze ki or badhi, ek tez, geeli padki goonji, awaaz teekhi aur goonjti hui, uski dheeli gand Mukesh ke kathor chudai se bandh nahi rakh saki. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi lekin khush. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh kya padki thi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz khel wali. 


“Tumhari gand ab itni dheeli hai, kuch bhi bandh nahi rakh sakti, na?”
Maa ka chehra laal ho gaya, lekin usne ek anichchhuk hansi chhodi, uski sharam us pal ke bewaqoofi se mil gayi. “Itna zor se mat haso, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz jaldi lekin thodi mazaak wali. “Anil sun lega. Yeh tumhari galti hai—tumhare is kharab ling ne meri gand ko itna khol diya, main ab isse control nahi kar sakti.”


“Yeh taareef hai, pyar,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane ke saath garam. “Ek dheeli, tapakti gand, aisi padki—tum perfect ho, Rekha.” Woh dono hasne lage, awaaz dheemi lekin bevakufi bhari, ek gahri mazaak ka pal.
Main bhi hasa, almari mein chhupa hua, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, vishwas nahi ho raha tha—Maa uske saath has rahi thi jab Papa baithak mein baithe the, anjaan. 


Uski gand, uske veerya se tapakti hui, ek gandagi thi, Mukesh ke chudai se barbaad, us pavitra maa se bilkul alag jo main janta tha. “Pichhle darwaze se bahar jao, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, nikalne ke liye badhti hui. “Anil ko tumhe dekhne mat do. Main serious hoon—meri shaadi barbaad mat karo.”


“Main nikal jaunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, sar hilate hue, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin tumhe pata hai yeh khatam hai, Rekha. Tum uske liye ab bahut aage badh chuki ho.” Maa ne ghoora, uske sach par uska gussa kacha tha, lekin woh mudi, uska mota pichhwada hilta hua jab woh chali, uske gaal uski dheeli, veerya se bhigi hui halat se kaanp rahe the. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, Mukesh ko andar chhodkar, aur main chhupa raha, shock mein ki woh uske saath hasi, use chuma, aur ab Papa ka saamna kar rahi thi, uska vishwasghat poora tha

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Jab Maa ne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, main almari mein chhupa hua, jadwat khada raha, mera dil hathaude ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Mukesh abhi bhi kamre mein tha, muskurata hua apne kapde samet raha tha, dheemi roshni mein chhaya ki tarah pichhle darwaze ki or khisak raha tha. Main intezar karta raha, meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri bighdi hui uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha.
Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf baithak se patton ke halke sarasarane ki awaz aati thi jahan Papa baithe the. Main hamesha ke liye chhup nahi sakta tha—Mukesh ke bhagne se mujhe ek chhoti si khidki mili. Maine apni pant kheench kar upar ki, ek purani shirt jo almari ke kone mein thunsi hui thi uspar hath saaf kiya, aur dheere se bahar nikla, mere nange pair carpet par bilkul khamosh the. Bedroom ka darwaza thoda sa khula tha, itna ki main bina koi awaz kiye nikal saku.


Main hallway mein tip-toe karta hua, deewar se chipak kar chala, aur baithak ke adhe khule darwaze ke peechhe khud ko position kiya, jahan se main jhank kar dekh saka. Wahan se mujhe sofa ka saaf nazara tha jahan Papa baithe the, ek magazine palat rahe the, aur Maa aati hui, ek patle towel mein lapeti hui, uski twacha pasine aur uske vishwasghat ke baaki tukdon se chamak rahi thi.


Maa baithak mein kadam rakha, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche hil raha tha, kapda uske curves par aisa chipka tha jaise paint kiya gaya ho. Uske baal jangli, chudai ke baad ke bikhre hue the, bina kangi ke uljhe hue, aur uska chehra guilt aur zabardasti shanti ke mishran se laal tha.







“Hi, Anil,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaz mein zabardasti ka aam-sa lagaav tha, jaise usne abhi kuch der pehle Mukesh ke ling ko apni gand mein gehra nahi daala tha. Woh darwaze ke paas ruk gayi, towel ko ghabrahat se adjust karti hui, pasine aur veerya ki halki si khushboo shayad usse chipki hui thi, lekin Papa abhi itne door the ki notice na kar sake.


Papa ne apni magazine se nazar uthayi, ek purani car wali magazine jo woh beyadabi se palat rahe the. Unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone Maa ko dekha, magazine ko apni god mein rakhte hue. “Rekha? Itna time kyun laga? Aur yeh towel kyun? Tumne kaha tha tum bas safai kar rahi thi... woh kya tha?” Unki awaaz teekhi thi, shak se bhari, unki bhaween ek saath jud rahi thi jab unhone Maa ko sar se paer tak dekha. Towel mushkil se unki jaanghon tak dhaank raha tha, unke bhaari stann uske upar wale hisse ke khilaf jor laga rahe the, aur pasine ki boondein unke gardan se neeche tapak rahi thi, lamp ke naram roshni mein chamak rahi thi.


Maa ne apna wazan ek taraf se doosri taraf kiya, towel ke kinaare ko kas ke pakadte hue jaise woh uska jeevan sahara ho. “Oh, yeh? Main... main thodi gandi ho gayi thi, tum jaante ho, jo main kar rahi thi. Woh porn video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur mujhe jaldi se safai karni padi. Shower lena zyada jhanjhat tha, toh maine bas wipe kiya aur yeh pakad liya.” Usne zabardasti muskuraya, lekin uski aankhein Papa ke nazar se bachti hui door dekhi. Main dekh sakta tha uski taangein thodi si kaanp rahi thi, abhi bhi Mukesh ke bereham thokne se asantulit, uski gand shayad abhi bhi dheeli aur towel ke neeche tapak rahi thi.


Papa sofa par peechhe jhuke, apne haathon ko cross karte hue, magazine ab bhool chuki thi. “Gandi? Tum itni paseena kyun ho rahi ho, Rekha? Tumhara chehra laal hai, aur tum bhaari saans le rahi ho. Tum wahan sach mein kya kar rahi thi? Yeh bas video dekhne ki baat nahi thi. Aur din ke waqt porn kyun dekh rahi ho jab main ghar mein hoon?” Unke sawal teekhe aur tez aaye, unki awaaz har sawal ke saath oonchi hoti gayi, unki ungliyaan armrest par ghabrahat se thapthapa rahi thi. 


Woh aise lag rahe the jaise woh kuch samajh rahe hain jo woh maan nahi chahte the, unka jabda bechaini se sakht tha.
Maa ne mushkil se nigla, uska gala saaf dikhayi de raha tha. Woh nazdeek aayi, cheezon ko suljhaane ki koshish mein. “Anil, please, yeh sharmindagi ki baat hai. Main... main apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, thik hai? Isliye main paseena ho rahi hoon. Woh video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur main khud ko rok nahi saki. Mujhe thodi rahat chahiye thi. Tum jaante ho, kabhi kabhi aisa ho jata hai.” 


Uski awaaz “apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi” par toot gayi, jaise jhooth ek wazan ho jo woh mushkil se utha saki, uske gaal aur tez jalne lage. Usne towel ko aur kas ke kheencha, lekin isse sirf uske curves aur ubhar gaye, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche se thoda sa jhank raha tha, uski haali ki gayi chudai ka chupke sa saboot.


Papa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, hairani aur asuвидha ka mishran unke chehre par tha. “Apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi? Isse itna paseena kaise aata hai, Rekha? Yeh baat jach nahi rahi. Tum bheegee hui ho, aur tum... alag lag rahi ho. Kya ho raha hai? Sach batao.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi lekin kaanpti hui, jaise woh jawab se darr rahe hon. Woh aage jhuke, magazine unki god se sofa par sarak gaya, unki nazar Maa par tiki hui thi.
Maa ne jhijhaki, uski ungliyaan towel ke kinaare ko marod rahi thi. 


“Anil, main... main sach mein usmein doob gayi thi, thik hai? Main apni ungliyon se, apni yoni ko chhoo rahi thi, aur yeh teevra tha. Shayad maine apne aap ko zyada hi uttejit kar liya. Sorry, mera irada tumhe pareshan karna nahi tha.” Uski awaaz har shabd ke saath aur patli hoti gayi. Usne zameen ki or dekha, phir wapas Papa ki or, uski aankhein unhe chhodne ki guzarish kar rahi thi.


Papa ne teori chadhai, unki nazar Maa ki paseene se bheegee twacha par tiki hui thi. “Tumhari yoni? Tum keh rahi ho tum bas apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, aur isliye tum aisi ho? Rekha, maine tumhe kabhi aise uttejit nahi dekha. Aur yeh porn—ab kyun? Tum pehle kabhi ismein dilchaspi nahi dikhaati thi. Yeh tum jaisa nahi hai.” Unki awaaz shak se bhari thi, unki aankhein Maa ke chehre par kahani mein daraar dhoondh rahi thi.


Woh sofa par hil gaye, unke hath ab kas kar jod liye, unki badhti bechaini ko dikhate hue. Maa ne ek gehri saans li, nazdeek aati hui, uske nange pair carpet par naram the. Woh ab itni nazdeek thi ki main uske haathon mein halka sa kaanpna dekh sakta tha, towel uski bheegee twacha se chipak raha tha. “Anil, main bas... khoj rahi thi, thik hai? Mujhe kuch chahiye tha, aur tum vyast the.


Main tumhe pareshan nahi karna chahti thi. Main abhi bhi tumhari patni hoon, bas... thodi zyada doob gayi.” Woh aage jhuki, uska towel thoda dheela hua, uske stann ka zyada hissa dikhayi deta hua, jaise woh mood badalne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Ek bold harkat mein, usne sofa se magazine uthayi aur zameen par phenk di, patte coffee table ke paas zameen par girte hue tez awaaz kiye.
“Hey!” Papa ne hairani se kaha, unki aankhein magazine ke girne par thi. “Tum kya kar rahi ho, Rekha?”



Maa ne turant jawab nahi diya. Iske bajaye, woh unke paas aayi, unki god mein chadhkar, dheere aur jaanbujhkar unpar baith gayi, uska towel uski moti jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Uska mota pichhwada unki tangon par baith gaya, towel mushkil se uski yoni ko dhaank raha tha, uska jism pehle ke encounter se garam tha. “Mujhe dekho, Anil,” usne dheere aur chhedti hui awaaz mein kaha, use lubhane ki koshish karti hui. “Main yahin hoon, aur main tumhe abhi chahti hoon. Is bakwas magazine ko bhool jao.” Uske hath unke kandhon par the, unki ungliyaan unki gardan ko chhoo rahi thi, uske stann patle towel ke zariye unke seene se dab rahe the.


Papa ke chehre par uljhan aur na-dilchaspi ka bhaav tha. “Rekha, yeh waqt nahi hai. Tum ajeeb harakat kar rahi ho—pehle porn, ab yeh? Tummein kya ho gaya hai?” Unke hath uske bagal mein hi rahe, use chhooe bina, uska jism uske wazan ke neeche sakht tha. Unhe nahi pata tha ki woh abhi Mukesh se chudai karke aayi thi, uski gand abhi bhi doosre aadmi ke veerya se tapak rahi thi, uski yoni Mukesh ke kathor thokne se sooji hui thi.


Uski ashudhata poori thi—uska jism vishwasghat ka bartan tha, uski twacha Mukesh ke chhoone, uske veerya, uski khushboo se daghi hui thi. Woh ab woh wafadar patni nahi thi jo khana banati thi ya woh pyaar karne wali maa jo mujhe bachpan mein sulati thi. Woh jhoothi thi, dhokhebaaz, uski neeti Mukesh ke ling ke samne haar gayi thi, uski taiyari hamare parivaarik photo ko ganda karne ki, uski gand se seedha Mukesh ka ling choosne ki, aur Papa ke anjaan rehne par uske saath hansne ki. Woh napasand thi, uske kaam ek aisa daag the jo koi bhi meethi baatein nahi dho sakti thi.


Maa aur nazdeek jhuki, uski saans unke kaan ke paas garam thi. “Anil, main bas tumse nazdeek hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Kya tum mujhe nahi chahte?” Uski awaaz lubhavni thi, lekin usmein ek bechaini si chhupi thi, jaise woh sach ko chhupane ke liye lad rahi ho.


Papa ne aah bhari, unke hath halke se uske kamar par rakhe, lekin unka chhoona jhijhak wala tha. “Rekha, maine tumhe pehle bhi is tarah ki cheezon ke bare mein chetavni di thi. Porn dekhna, doob jana—yeh tum nahi ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum apni neeti kisi saste thrill ke liye kho do. Tum meri patni ho, hamare bete ki maa. Hamare paas ek parivaar hai jise sambhalna hai.” Unki awaaz sakht thi, lekin usmein ek guzarish thi, ek ummeed ki woh abhi bhi wohi aurat hai jisse unhone shaadi ki thi.


Maa ka chehra sakht hua, lekin usne apni awaaz naram rakhi, chhedti hui. “Anil, main jaanti hoon, main jaanti hoon. Main bas pal mein beh gayi, bas itni si baat hai. Yeh main nahi hoon. Main abhi bhi tumhari Rekha hoon, tumhare liye yahin hoon.” Uski ungliyaan unke seene par gol-gol ghoom rahi thi, use lubhane ki koshish mein, lekin uske shabd mujhe khaali lage, yeh jaante hue ki usne abhi kya kiya tha.


Papa ne sar hilaaya, unki aankhein door thi. “Yeh sirf aaj ki baat nahi hai, Rekha. Tum... thodi alag ho gayi ho aajkal. Chhup-chhup ke. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi shakhsiyat ban jao jise main pehchanta nahi. Waada karo ki yeh porn wali cheez band ho jayegi. Na chhupa-chhupi, na yeh... jo bhi hai.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi, unke hath uske kamar par thodi si kas gaye, lekin unki aankhon mein ek darr tha, use kho dene ka darr.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uski muskurahat zabardasti lekin vishwas dilane wali thi. “Main waada karti hoon, Anil. Na porn, na chhupa-chhupi. Main tumhari hoon, thik hai? Sirf tumhari.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke gaal ko chhoo gaye. “Main tumhe dikhati hoon.”
Papa ka chehra thoda naram hua, ek chhoti si muskurahat ubhri. “Thik hai, Rekha. Main tum par bharosa karta hoon. Aise hi rakho.” Unhone haath badhaya, uske chehre ko naram se chhooa, unka angutha uske gaal par phira.


Maa ne sar jhukaya, uski awaaz fusfusaahat mein badal gayi. “Mujhe chumo, Anil. Please.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke honthon se mile, aur maine dekha, mera pet ghin se bhar gaya. Woh Mukesh ke gande hukm ka palan kar rahi thi, Papa ko usi muh se chum rahi thi jisne abhi Mukesh ke ling ko choosa tha, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha. Chumban gehra tha, poore paanch minute tak chala, unke honth jude hue, jeebhein dheere aur geele naach mein uljhi hui thi.





Maa ki jeebh, Mukesh ke ling aur uski apni gand ke musky, kadwe swaad se dhaki hui, Papa ki jeebh se mil gayi, uski gandagi unpar laga di. Uske honth bhukhepan se hile, uske hath unke chehre ko pakde hue, unhe aur gehre chumban mein kheench rahe the, jabki Papa ne jawab diya, anjaan us vishwasghat ke swaad se jo woh chakh rahe the.


Main shock mein tha, mera ling abhi bhi meri pant mein adha sakht tha, lekin mera dimaag ghin se bhar gaya—Papa Mukesh ke ling ka swaad chakh rahe the, Maa ki gand ka baaki hissa, aur unhe koi idea nahi tha. Is gandagi ne meri twacha ko rula diya, uska muh jhooth ka ganda gadda tha, har jeebh ke ghoomne se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.


Papa ne achanak peechhe kheench liya, unke hath Maa ko naram se dhakel rahe the, chumban todte hue. Unka chehra thoda sa bighda, unki bhaween teori chadh gayi. “Rekha, ruko... tumhara muh, iska swaad... alag hai. Jaise kuch galat ho.” Unki awaaz jhijhak wali, uljhi hui thi, jab unhone apne honth apne hath ke peechhe se saaf kiye.


Maa jam gayi, uski aankhein ek kshan ke liye chawdi hui, phir usne khud ko sambhala, zabardasti hansi. “Alag? Anil, tum kya baat kar rahe ho? Yeh bas main hoon.” Usne sar jhukaya, masoom bante hue, lekin main uski aankhon mein ghabrahat dekh sakta tha. “Alag ka kya matlab hai?”
Papa ne teori chadhai, unki jeebh jaise swaad phir se chakhne ke liye bahar nikli. “Pata nahi, yeh... kadwa hai, shayad? Jaise kuch theek nahi hai. Tumne kuch ajeeb khaya hai, ya...?” Woh ruk gaye, unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone uske chehre ka jaayza liya.


Maa ki hansi ab ghabrahat bhari thi, uske hath towel ke saath khel rahe the. “Oh, Anil, chhodo na. Shayad maine kuch purani coffee pi li hogi ya kuch. Tum jaante ho meri saans kabhi kabhi aisi ho jati hai. Kuch ajeeb nahi hai, waada karti hoon.” Woh aage jhuki, uski awaaz phir se chhedti hui. “Tum khyaali cheezon ke bare mein soch rahe ho. Phir se try karna chahte ho?”


Papa jhijhake, unka chehra anishchit tha. “Pata nahi, Rekha. Yeh bas... ajeeb hai. Maine pehle kabhi yeh notice nahi kiya.” Woh uski or dekhte rahe, ek jawab dhoondhte hue, unka bharosa hichkicha raha tha lekin toota nahi.
Maa ne use sochne ka waqt nahi diya. Woh aage jhuki, use phir se chuma, is baar aur zor se, uske honth unke honthon par kas kar dabaye, uski jeebh unke muh mein ghus gayi. Chumban aggressive tha, uske hath unke kandhon ko kas kar pakde hue, uska jism unke shak ko dabane ke liye dab raha tha.


 Woh gandi thi, uska muh Mukesh ke veerya aur uski gand ke musky swaad ka bartan tha, har pal ke sampark se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.
Uska vishwasghat poora tha—uski gand se seedha ling choosna, phir apne pati ko chumna jaise kuch hua hi nahi, uski yoni aur gand abhi bhi Mukesh ke chudai se kachi thi. Woh koi patni nahi thi, koi maa nahi, bas ek nafs aur jhooth ka putla, uska jism us parivaar ka mazak jo woh raksha karne ka dawa karti thi.


Papa phir se peechhe hate, lekin is baar naram se, unke hath uske bazoon par the. “Rekha, main tumse pyar karta hoon, yeh tum jaanti ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi cheez ban jao jo tum nahi ho. Tum meri patni ho, meri saathi. Is... jo bhi hai, use tumhe badalne na do.” Unki awaaz sacchi thi, lagbhag guzarish karti hui, unki aankhein uspar tiki hui thi.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uska chehra naram hua, lekin mujhe pata tha yeh ek naatak tha. “Main jaanti hoon, Anil. Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon. Main nahi badal rahi, waada karti hoon. Main abhi bhi yahin hoon, tumhari.” Uski awaaz ab sthir thi, uske jhooth practice se chamak rahe the, uska hath unke gaal ko sehla raha tha jaise dhoke ko seal kar raha ho.


Main apni chhupne ki jagah se chupke se hasa, mera hath abhi bhi mere ling par tha, vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Papa itne bevakoof the, uski meethi baaton par vishwas kar rahe the jabki uska muh abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling ke swaad se bhara tha, uski gand uske thokne se dheeli thi. Unka bharosa pathar tha, unka pyar unhe sach se andha kar raha tha. Woh ek rakshas thi, aur woh ek bevakoof, uske jhooth ko khana maankar kha rahe the.


Agle din, mera phone meri jeb mein baj utha jab main apne kamre mein tha, dopahar ka sooraj pardoon se chhan raha tha. Maine use nikala aur screen par Mukesh ka naam dekha. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur darr ka mishran, yeh jaante hue ki woh kal ke bare mein baat karna chahega. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Maa aur Papa, neeche kitchen mein, na sun sake.
“Hey, Mukesh,” maine dheere se kaha, apna darwaza band karte hue. “Kya baat hai?”


“Raj, mere dost!” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, santushti se bhari hui. “Bas chill kar raha hoon, kal ke high par abhi bhi sawar hoon. Teri maa, yaar, woh kuch aur hi hai. Ab tak ka sabse best pichhwada, bina shak.”
Maine khud ke bawajood muskuraya, mera ling yaad se phadak utha. “Haan? Kyun? Kya khaas tha usmein?” Maine apni awaaz curious rakhi, khelte hue, haalanki mujhe har gandi detail pata thi.


Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Uski gand, Raj. Pehle itni tight, phir mere thokne ke baad itni dheeli. Aur uski siskiyaan, zyada ke liye bheek mangti hui? Yaar, woh iske liye pagal hai. Mera ling abhi bhi uski gand ki khushboo se bhara hai, dost. Woh musky, paseene wali khushboo—jaise woh abhi bhi mujh par hai.”


Maine mushkil se nigla, mera gala tight tha. “Woh kaisi khushboo hai, exact mein? Matlab, kaisa hai?” Maine poocha, aadha curious, aadha ghinaya hua, mera dimaag Maa ke us parivaarik photo par tapakte veerya ke tasavvur par chala gaya.
“Yeh kacha hai, dost,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jaise paseena aur sex, thodi si kadwahat, thodi si meethas. Uski gand mein yeh... prakritik khushboo hai, samajhta hai? Mann karta hai doob jao aur uska swaad lo. Maine kal wahan chaata, aur yaar, yeh jannat thi.”



Main asuвидha se hil gaya, mera hath meri kachchhe par phira. “Yaar, yeh teevra hai. Lekin main yeh kehta hoon, mujhe kal jab tum uski gand chaat rahe the tab yeh ganda nahi laga. Matlab, main shock mein tha, lekin mujhe utni ghin nahi aayi jitni maine sochi thi. Phir bhi, mujhe nahi lagta main kabhi kisi aurat ki gand ki khushboo soongh sakta hoon. Yeh thoda... ganda lagta hai.”


Mukesh zor se hasa, mazaak udate hue. “Ganda? Nah, Raj, ek aurat ki gand anmol hai, dost. Yeh ek raaz hai, yeh tight, chhupi hui jagah jo sirf uski hai. Teri maa ka pichhwada? Perfect—naram, mota gaal, woh sukda hua chhed jo bas chaatne ke liye bheek mangta hai. Tum chook rahe ho agar tum isse darr rahe ho.”


Main jhijhaka, mera dimaag is vichar se joojh raha tha. “Pata nahi, dost. Main samajhta hoon yeh tumhare liye hot hai, lekin swaad? Mujhe nahi lagta main isse sambhal sakta. Jaise, kya agar yeh zyada ho gaya?”
“Darr mat, Raj,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein vishwas se kaha. “Teri maa ki gand ka swaad bilkul sex jaisa tha—musky, thoda tangy, lekin itna sachcha. Tum bas dheere shuru karo, uske gaal chumo, rim ko chhedo. Teri maa ki gand itni responsive thi, jab maine chaata toh woh kaanp uthi. Tum bas uski khushboo lo, use apna lene do. Trust me, tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Waada karo tum ek din isse try karoge, Raj. Tumhe pachtawa nahi hoga.”


Maine khud ko sar hilaya, uski baat samajh mein aane lagi. “Thik hai, dost. Main waada karta hoon main try karunga. Mujhe samajh aane laga hai ki tum ismein itne doob kyun ho.” Uska junoon vishwas dilane wala tha, meri ghin ko curiosity mein badal raha tha, mujhe sochne par majboor kar raha tha ki kisi aurat ka swaad lena kaisa hoga.


“Yaar, yeh baat hai,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Aur teri maa ki gand? Main use phir se chahta hoon, dost. Main us tight, tapakte chhed ke liye taras raha hoon.”


Maine hasa, mera dimaag kal ke pagalpan par chala gaya. “Maa ki baat kar rahe ho, tumhe vishwas nahi hoga usne tumhare jaane ke baad kya kiya. Usne Papa ko chuma, dost, seedhe muh par, jaise tumne use kaha tha. Uske honth abhi bhi tumhare ling ke choosne se geele the, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha.”


Mukesh ki awaaz shock se oonchi ho gayi. “Kya baat hai! Usne sach mein kiya? Anil ko mere veerya aur uski gand ke swaad wale muh se chuma? Yeh toh pagalpan hai, Raj!”


“Haan, mujhe bhi vishwas nahi hua,” maine dheemi, uttejit awaaz mein kaha. “Maine hallway se dekha, aur woh poori tarah se doob gayi, jeebh aur sab kuch, jaise paanch minute tak. Papa ko koi idea nahi tha ki woh tumhare ling aur uski gand ka swaad chakh rahe the.”
Mukesh zor se hasa, awaaz kachi aur khush thi. “Anil ekdum bevakoof hai. Anjaan, mere veerya ko uske honthon se chakh raha hai jaise kuch hai hi nahi. Tera baap ek idiot hai, dost, use aise khelne de raha hai.”


Maine muskuraya, sar hilate hue. “Haan, woh bilkul andha hai. Usne porn wali baat par uske jhooth ko nigal liya, vishwas kiya jab usne kaha woh ruk jayegi. Use koi pata nahi ki woh ab tumhari randi hai, hamare parivaarik photo par tumhara veerya tapka rahi hai.”
“Ghatia,” Mukesh ne nafrat bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Lekin jaanta hai, Raj? Mere paas ek plan hai. Kuch aisa jo uske dimaag ko poora hila dega, use mere liye bheek mangne par majboor kar dega.”


Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uske plan hamesha ek bighda hua thrill hote the. “Kya plan hai, dost? Tere ideas hamesha zabardast hote hain. Bata mujhe.”
Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi, sazishi ho gayi. “Main ek doosri aurat ko chodunga, uski video banaunga, aur teri maa ko bhej doonga. Use jaln karvaunga, use dikhaunga ki mujhe uski zaroorat nahi hai. Woh ghutne par aayegi, mere ling ke liye bheek mangegi, kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar hogi mujhe rakhne ke liye.”


Main aage jhuka, phone ko kas kar pakadte hue. “Tumhe lagta hai yeh kaam karega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya? Matlab, woh pehle hi Papa ke itne nazdeek hone ke bawajood sab kuch risk kar rahi hai. Agar woh palat gayi toh?”
“Nah, Raj, mujhe auraton ka pata hai,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein poora vishwas rakhte hue kaha. “Teri maa mere liye pagal hai. Uski yoni mere ling ke bare mein sochte hi geeli ho jati hai. Woh kahi nahi jaayegi. Woh video dekhegi aur pagal ho jayegi, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh us doosri ladki se behtar hai.”


“Lekin jaln kyun karvaani hai?” Maine curious hokar poocha. “Agar woh pehle se hi tumhari hai, toh use aise kyun dabana?”
“Kyunki main use bechain chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne teekhi awaaz mein kaha. “Main chahta hoon woh ghutne par ho, mera ling choosne ke liye bheek mange, mujhe phir se uski gand chodne de. Jaln use bhukha banati hai, use poori tarah se mera banati hai. Woh mujhe khone se rokne ke liye kuch bhi karegi.”


Maine sar hilaya, uski chaturai samajhte hue. “Yaar, yeh chatur hai. Woh shayad roye, phir tumhare ghar aaye, jo bhi tum chaho karne ko taiyaar. Lekin agar woh Papa ko sab kuch batane ka faisla kar le toh? Tumhe wapas lene ke liye?”


“Woh nahi karegi,” Mukesh ne yakeen se kaha. “Woh bahut gehre tak doob chuki hai. Usne Anil ko mere veerya wale honthon se chuma, hamare parivaarik photo par mera veerya tapkaya. Woh apni shaadi ko khatre mein nahi daalegi. Woh mujhe rakhne ke liye ladegi, aur mere paas woh hogi jahan main use chahta hoon.”


“Damn,” maine impressed hokar kaha, mera dimaag tezi se chalta hua. “Tumne yeh sab soch liya hai. Woh video dekhkar poori tarah toot jayegi.”
“Bilcul,” Mukesh ne jeet bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Woh mujhe phone karegi, apni gand phir se failane ke liye bheek mangegi. Aur main use iske liye kaam karne doonga, use sabit karne doonga ki woh meri randi hai. Tu saath hai, Raj? Dekhna chahta hai yeh kaise hota hai?”


“Hell yeah,” maine uttejit hokar kaha. “Main saath hoon. Mujhe bata jab tumhare paas woh video ho. Main dekhna chahta hoon uska tootna.”
Mukesh hasa, awaaz gahri aur vaade se bhari. “Pakka, dost. Yeh mazedaar hone wala hai.”

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