Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

        

"Yeh adhyay Mukesh ke Priya ke saath sambhog karne, usse record karne, aur video meri maa ko bhejne ke baare mein hai taaki meri maa ko jalan ho.




Agla hafta, Mukesh ka plan waise hi aage badha jaise usne waada kiya tha. Ek dopahar mujhe uska text aaya: "Video ban gaya. Mere ghar aakar USB le ja." Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur ghabrahat ka mishran. Maine Maa ko kaha ki main ek dost ke ghar padhne ja raha hoon, aur kyunki Papa kaam par the, kisi ne sawal nahi kiya. 


Maine apni cycle li aur Mukesh ke apartment ki or chala, jo shehar ke kinare ek chhota, toota-phoota flat tha, jahan deewaron par paint ukhad rahi thi aur hallway mein curry ki halki si badboo thi. Maine darwaza khatkhataya, aur usne darwaza khola, badi si muskurahat ke saath, sirf ek t-shirt aur shorts mein, baal bikhre hue jaise woh abhi bistar se utha ho.


“Hey, Raj, andar aa,” Mukesh ne kaha, ek taraf hatate hue, uski awaaz garv se bhari hui. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Jis aurat ke saath maine video banayi? Woh ekdum wild thi.”
Main andar chala gaya, darwaza band karta hua, meri aankhein uske bikhre hue living room par gayi—coffee table par khaali takeout containers, sofa par ek laptop chamak raha tha. “Woh kaun thi, Mukesh? Koi random aurat?” Maine poocha, apni awaaz aam-sa rakhte hue lekin curious, mera ling uske kaam ke bare mein sochkar pehle hi hilne laga tha.


Mukesh sofa par dhadam se baith gaya, mere bagal wali jagah ko thapthapate hue. “Random nahi, dost. Uska naam Priya hai, kuch galiyon door rehti hai. Shaadi-shuda, lekin uska pati hamesha kaam par hota hai, toh woh bore ho jati hai. Maine use market mein mila, baat shuru ki, aur woh video banane ke liye yahan aane ko taiyaar ho gayi. Uska pichhwada teri maa jaisa mota nahi hai, lekin tight hai, aur uski yoni? Shuru se hi bheegi hui thi. Dekhna hai?”
Main baith gaya, aage jhukte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 


“Haan, dikhao. Lekin tumhe yakeen hai yeh video Maa ko jalan dilayega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya toh?” Maine dheemi awaaz mein poocha, uske vishwas ko test karte hue.


Mukesh muskuraya, laptop uthaya aur video file khola. “Koi chance nahi, Raj. Teri maa mere ling ke liye pagal hai. Uski gand aur yoni ab meri hai—woh mujhe kisi ke saath share nahi karegi. Yeh video? Ise uske andar aag laga degi, woh mujhe rakhne ke liye bheek mangegi. Chalo dekhte hain, tumhe pata chal jayega kyun.”


“Thik hai, mujhe vishwas dilao,” maine kaha, peechhe baithte hue, meri aankhein screen par tiki hui jab usne play dabaya. “Dikhao tumne kya kiya.”
Video shuru hua, awaaz dheemi lekin laptop ke speakers se saaf thi. Shuru mein Mukesh Priya ke peechhe tha uske bistar par, woh Mukesh ke upar thi, dheere siskiyaan le rahi thi jab woh apna ling uski yoni mein dala, uske hath uski kamar par jakde hue. 


“Yeh dekho,” Mukesh ne screen ki or ishara karte hue kaha. “Uski yoni itni geeli thi, mujhe use garam karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Seedha andar gaya, aur woh do second mein mera naam chilla rahi thi.”




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Main dekhta raha, meri saans ruk gayi, mera hath meri god mein hil raha tha jab Priya ka pichhwada har dhakke ke saath hilta tha, uske stann neeche jhoom rahe the. Video mein Mukesh ne use palta, use peeth ke bal lita kar uski taangein chawdi kiye, aur missionary mein thokna shuru kiya, uske andkosh uske pichhwade se takrate hue. “Yaar, Mukesh, tum toh maar daal rahe ho,” maine taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jis tarah tum uski yoni ko kheench rahe ho, jaise tum uske maalik ho. Aur tum camera ki or muskurate hue, jaise tumhe pata hai Maa yeh dekhegi.”


“Haan, maine yakeen kiya ki camera mein seedha dekhoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskurahat chawdi hoti hui jab usne video ko pause kiya ek close-up par jahan uska ling Priya ki yoni se nikal raha tha, uske ras se chamak raha tha. “Yeh dekh—main uski gand mein badal gaya, bas uski yoni ke geelepan ka istemaal karke. Usne ise pro ki tarah liya, dost.”


Screen par, Priya ab jhuki hui thi, uska pichhwada Mukesh ki or tha aur usne apna ling Priya ki gand mein dala, pehle dheere, uska chehra dard aur anand ke mishran se bighad raha tha jab woh apne aap ko gehre daal raha tha. Usne tezi se dhakke shuru kiye, uski taangein uske kandhon par, uski yoni upar se abhi bhi tapak rahi thi.









“Yaar, Mukesh, yeh teevra hai,” maine kaha, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht hota hua. “Uski gand itni tight hai, aur tum use bas barbaad kar rahe ho. Jis tarah woh siskiyaan le rahi hai, chadar pakad rahi hai—tumne use poori tarah se apne kabze mein kar liya hai. Tum ek legend ho.”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein mere aur screen ke beech mein jhool rahi thi. 


“Maine kaha tha na, dost. Maine use ek ghante tak choda—yoni, gand, aur usne baad mein mera ling bhi choosa. Teri maa yeh dekhegi, woh apni yoni ragdeg, jalan ke maare, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh isse behtar hai.”


Humne baki video dekhi, lagbhag 20 minute ka kacha, paseene se bhara sex—usne uski yoni chaati, usne uske ling ko gehre gale tak choosa, aur ek hissa jahan usne uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maare jabki usne use peechhe se thoka. “Dost, jis tarah tum uske stann pakadte ho jab uski gand chod rahe ho, jaise tum uske har inch par haq jama rahe ho,” maine sachmuch impressed hokar kaha. “Koi hairani nahi ki Maa tumse thakti nahi. Tum chodte ho jaise yeh tumhara kaam hai.”


Mukesh ne USB nikaala, ek chhota kaala stick jismein marker se “For Rekha” likha tha, aur mujhe diya. “Le, yeh aaj raat use de dena. Aise behave karo jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi hai, lekin uske chehre ko dekho. Use pata chal jayega yeh mujhse hai, aur yeh use pagal kar dega.”


Maine use jeb mein daala, sar hilate hue. “Samajh gaya. Yeh plan kaam karega, Mukesh. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai. Baad mein milte hain.”
Us raat, dinner ke baad, ghar shant tha. Papa sofa par the, ek car magazine palat rahe the, jabki Maa kitchen mein bartan dho rahi thi. Maine intezar kiya jab tak woh akeli thi, phir andar gaya, USB pakadte hue. “Hey, Maa, yeh tumhare liye hai,” maine apni awaaz ekdam saamanya rakhte hue kaha, jaise yeh koi random cheez ho.


Maa ruk gayi, uske hath ek plate par the, sabun counter par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhein USB par tiki, thodi si tang hui. “Raj, yeh kya hai? Tumhe yeh kahan se mila?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha, shak aur curiosity ka mishran, jaise use pehle se pata tha yeh kisse hai.
Maine kandha uchkaya, cool banate hue. “Mukesh ne diya, kaha ki tumhe de doon. Yeh nahi bataya ismein kya hai.”



Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski ungliyaan plate par aur kasi. “Mukesh? Usne tujhe mere liye kuch kyun diya? Usne kya kaha, Raj? Mujhe exact bata.” Uski awaaz teekhi thi, uski aankhein baithak ki or jhanki jahan Papa baithe the, anjaan.


“Bas kaha ki yeh tumhare liye hai, aur kuch nahi,” maine jawab diya, USB aage badhate hue. “Maine socha tumhe pata hoga iske bare mein.”
Uske aur kuch bolne se pehle, Papa ki awaaz baithak se aayi. “Raj, yeh USB kya hai? Kis kaam ka hai?” Woh curious lekin thoda annoyed lage, jaise unhe random tech par bharosa nahi tha.


Maa ne jaldi se jawab diya, uski awaaz shahad jaisi naram. “Oh, Anil, koi badi baat nahi hai. Bas ek padosi ke parivaarik event ki purani photos hain. Raj ko unke bete ne diya.”
Papa ne magazine se nazar uthayi, teori chadhaate hue. “Photos? Kisse? Hamein padosi USB dete nahi hain, Rekha.”
Woh hansi, halki aur aasani se, baithak ki or badhti hui unhe shant karne ke liye. “Tumhe yaad hai woh parivaar jo gali ke aage rehte the, jo chale gaye?


 Unke bete ke paas ek tyohaar ki kuch tasveerein thi jismein hum sab gaye the. Raj usse mila, bas itni si baat hai. Main baad mein check karungi, dekhungi yeh safe hai.”
Papa ne gurraaya, ek page palat te hue. “Ajeeb lagta hai. Bas yeh computer mein kharab na kare.”


“Bilkul, Anil,” Maa ne kaha, uski muskurahat kasi lekin vishwas dilane wali. Woh meri or mudi, USB ko jaldi se mere hath se cheen liya, ek kaanpti harkat ke saath, use apne apron ki jeb mein daal diya jaise yeh ek raaz ho jise woh expose nahi kar sakti thi. “Raj, in bartan mein meri madad karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, mujhe kitchen ke aur andar kheenchte hue, Papa se door.


Jab hum Papa ki sunne ki range se bahar the, usne mera baazu pakda, uski pakad kasi, uski aankhein teekhi. “Raj, meri baat suno,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaldi. “Mukesh ya is USB ka zikr kabhi apne papa ke samne mat karna. Waada karo.”
Maine sar hilaya, lekin thoda virodh kiya. “Thik hai, Maa, main kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin yeh itni badi baat kyun hai? Yeh bas ek USB hai. Papa ko kyun nahi pata chalna chahiye?”


Uska chehra sakht ho gaya, uske honth ek patli line mein dab gaye. “Sawal mat karo, Raj. Yeh bado ki baat hai, cheezon ke bare mein jo tumhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas yeh hamare beech rakho, apne papa ke liye, parivaar ke liye.”
“Thik hai, samajh gaya,” maine kaha, baat chhod di, lekin mujhe exact pata tha kyun—woh apne gande raaz chhupa rahi thi, uski gand shayad abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling se dheeli thi, uska vishwasghat Papa ke tasavvur se bhi zyada gehra tha.



Us raat, lagbhag 2 baje subah, ghar ekdum shant tha, Papa ke kharraate unke bedroom se goonj rahe the. Main so nahi saka, mera dimaag Maa aur us USB ke vicharon se bhar gaya tha. Main neeche paani ke liye chala gaya, nange pair, jab mujhe dheemi kadmon ki awaaz sunayi di, yeh Maa thi, apne patle nightgown mein bistar se nikal rahi thi, laptop uske baazu ke neeche dabaya hua. Uska baal bikhar gaya tha, uska chehra curious aur kuch gahre bhaav se kasa hua tha, jaise woh Mukesh ke bheje hue ko dekhne ke liye bechain thi. Main hallway ki deewar ke peechhe chhup gaya, jhankte hue jab woh guest room ki or gayi, darwaza dheere se band karke.


Maine socha woh wait nahi kar sakti thi. Main dheere se nazdeek gaya, darwaze par kaan lagaya, phir use thoda sa khola taki andar dekh saku bina notice kiye. Guest room mein ek chhote se lamp ki roshni thi nightstand par, jo deewaron par chhayaein daal rahi thi. Maa ne laptop bistar par rakha, chadarein istemaal na hone se silvaton se bhari thi, aur charger plug kiya, cord outlet tak ja raha tha. 


Usne laptop chalu kiya, screen ka neela glow uske chehre ko roshan kar raha tha jab woh cross-legged baithi, uska nightgown uski jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Usne USB daala, uski ungliyaan thodi si kaanp rahi thi, aur folders ke zariye navigate kiya, uski aankhein screen par teekhi nazar se dekh rahi thi. Maine apne angle se file names dekh sakte the—random numbers aur dates, lekin ek naam alag tha: “For Rekha.” Usne use click kiya, aur video khul gaya.



Screen Mukesh aur Priya se bhar gaya, uska bistar charkh raha tha jab woh use peechhe se chod raha tha, uski siskiyaan awaaz dheemi hone ke bawajood tez thi. Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska muh khul gaya, uska chehra gussa aur shock ke mishran se bighad gaya. 


Mujhe pata tha woh gussa thi—uski jabdi kasi, uske hath muththi mein band, uski saans ruk gayi jab usne Mukesh ke ling ko Priya ki yoni mein jate hue dekha, uske hath uske pichhwade ko pakde hue. Woh camera mein muskuraya, woh ghamandi muskurahat jo kehti thi ki use pata tha Maa yeh dekhegi, uski aankhein screen ke zariye uska mazak uda rahi thi. Maa ke honth kaanp rahe the, uske gaal laal ho gaye, lekin uski aankhein video se hat nahi saki.



Mukesh ne Priya ki yoni ko thoka, nikal kar camera ko uska geelapan dikhaya, phir uski gand mein chala gaya, uski cheekh nikal gayi. Usne use kathor choda, uske pichhwade ke gaal hil rahe the, uske hath uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maar rahe the. Maa ka hath uski jaanghon par gaya, pehle dheere ragadte hue, uski ungliyaan uske nightgown ke kinaare par phirti hui. Usne koi chaddi nahi pehni thi, uski yoni dikhayi di jab kapda upar sarka, aur uska hath neeche gaya, uske bhagankur ko chhoota.


   




Main shock mein tha, mera ling khud ke bawajood sakht ho raha tha, uski ungliyon aur dildo ko uski yoni ke gird dekhte hue, uski saans bhaari ho rahi thi jab Mukesh screen par Priya ko chod raha tha, uska ling uske chhedon ke beech badalta hua, uski muskurahat kabhi dheemi nahi padi.


Maa ki ungliyaan tezi se hili, uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras dheemi roshni mein chamak rahe the. Usne Mukesh ke diye hue dildo ko bhi istemaal kiya, jo usne kuch mahine pehle diya tha. Usne dildo ko apni yoni ke gird ragadna shuru kiya. Woh Mukesh ke liye apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, us aadmi ke liye jisne use ek randi bana diya tha, Papa ko waada karne ke bawajood ki woh porn dekhna aur apne aap ko chhoona band kar degi. 


Uska pakhand ghinona tha—uski yoni usi aadmi ke liye geeli thi jisne use hamare parivaarik photo par veerya tapkane ke liye majboor kiya, jisne uski gand chodi jab Papa anjaan baithe the. Woh koi maa nahi thi, koi patni nahi, bas ek bechain randi, uska jism uske kasmon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh Mukesh ke vishwasghat ke liye apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi.


Achanak, Maa khadi ho gayi, uska nightgown zameen par gir gaya, use poori tarah nanga chhod diya, uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann lamp ki roshni mein nange the. Main jam gaya, sochta hua ki usne mujhe dekh liya, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab woh darwaze ki or chali. Lekin woh mere liye nahi aa rahi thi—usne upar haath badhaya, darwaza ek dheemi click ke saath lock kiya, yakeen karte hue ki agar Papa jaag gaye toh use pakad nahi payenge. 



Uski savdhani uski gandagi ko aur gehra kar rahi thi, uski zaroorat apne randi wale vyavhaar ko us pati se chhupane ki jo hallway ke aage so raha tha.
Woh bistar par wapas baithi, dildo ko apni yoni mein ghusati hui, dildo ko ab tezi se andar-bahar karti hui jab Mukesh video mein Priya ki gand chod raha tha, uska ling uske ras se geela tha. “Mukesh, tum harami,” Maa ne dheemi lekin teekhi awaaz mein kaha.


“Tumhe lagta hai tum mere saath aisa kar sakte ho? Mujhe is... randi mein badal sakte ho?” Uske shabd gussa aur nafs ka mishran the, uski yoni bistar ko bheega rahi thi jab woh use gaali de rahi thi. “Main tumhari randi hoon, Mukesh, aur mujhe isse nafrat hai. Tumne mujhe barbaad kar diya, mujhe tumhare ling ke liye tarasne ke liye majboor kiya jab Anil wahan hi hai.”


Laptop screen par Mukesh ki muskurahat uska mazak uda rahi thi, uski aankhein camera par tiki hui thi jab usne nikal kar apna veerya Priya ke pichhwade par chhod diya, safed ropes uski twacha par tapak rahe the. Maa ki ungliyaan uske bhagankur par tezi se kaam kar rahi thi, uski siskiyaan tez ho rahi thi, aur phir woh cheekhi, uska jism kaanp utha jab woh charam par pahunchi, uske ras bistar par chhidak gaye, chadaron ko ek geele, gande puddle mein bheega diya.


Main hairan tha—yeh koi ittefaq nahi tha; Maa ne bhi apne yoni ke ras bistar par chhode usi pal jab Mukesh ne video mein kiya, uska jism uske vishwasghat se sync ho gaya. Woh peechhe giri, tezi se haanfte hue, nangi, chhat ki or dekhti hui, uska seena ubharta chala gaya, uska chehra sharam aur taras ka mishran tha jab uska pati bagal ke kamre mein kharrate maar raha tha. Woh khoi hui lag rahi thi, jaise woh apne andar kuch gehre cheez se joojh rahi ho, uske vichar Mukesh se bhar gaye the.


Phir, usne nightstand se apna phone uthaya, uske hath abhi bhi kaanp rahe the, aur ek number dial kiya. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kise call kar rahi thi jab tak maine uski awaaz nahi suni, dheemi lekin raat ke sannate mein saaf, late hour ke wajah se amplified. “Rekha? Kya baat hai! Raat ke 2 baj rahe hain. Kya hua?” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, jaise use is call ki ummeed thi.


Maa ki awaaz teekhi, gusse wali thi. “Tumne yeh video mujhe kyun bheja, Mukesh? Kisi aur aurat ko chodkar aur mere muh par ragadna? Tummein kya kharabi hai?”
Main aur nazdeek chala gaya, darwaze ke jhiri par kaan lagaya, uljha hua. Maa gussa thi, lekin uska hath wapas uski yoni par tha, dheere ragadte hue jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uske ras abhi bhi tapak rahe the. 


Mukesh ki awaaz akeli uski yoni ko geela kar rahi thi, uska jism uske gusse ko dhoka de raha tha. “Chalo na, Rekha,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Tum mujhe miss kar rahi ho, na? Bet lagao tum abhi apni yoni chhoo rahi ho, soch rahi ho ki yeh mera ling hota.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz itni tez thi ki main darr gaya ki Papa sun lenge. “Main woh nahi kar rahi. Main gussa hoon, Mukesh. Tumhe lagta hai tum kisi aur ko chod sakte ho aur mujhe saboot bhej sakte ho? Main tumhari khelona nahi hoon. 


Mujhe akela chhod do, sun rahe ho?”
Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Oh, tum meri khelona hi ho, Rekha. Tumhari yoni ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahi hai? Geeli? Bet lagao tumhari gand bhi kaanp rahi hai, mere ling ke liye taras rahi hai jo use kheenchta tha.”


Maa ki ungliyaan ruk gayi, phir tezi se hili, uski saans kaanpti hui. “Bas karo, Mukesh. Main... main waisi nahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz hichkichayi, uska hath uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh apne bhagankur ko ragad rahi thi.
“Jhooth mat bolo,” Mukesh ne mazboot awaaz mein kaha. “Tumne woh video dekha, na? Tumhe uttejit kar diya. Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai? Batao mujhe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra aur gehre laal ho gaya. “Thik hai,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main apne aap ko chhoo rahi hoon, thik hai? Main tumhe miss kar rahi hoon, Mukesh. Mujhe isse nafrat hai, lekin kar rahi hoon. Tumne us aurat ko kyun choda? Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ke saath raho.”


Main shock mein tha, mera hath meri pant ke andar mere ling par chala gaya, dheere se sehlate hue. Mukesh ka plan kaam kar gaya—Maa jal rahi thi, pehle se hi uske liye bheek mang rahi thi, uska gussa bechaini mein pighal gaya. Woh sach mein use khelna jaanta tha, uske jazbaat ko is tarah modta tha ki woh uski ho jati thi. “Yaar, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hairani se kaha. “Tum yeh maan rahi ho? Tum mujhe apne liye hi chahti ho, na?”


“Haan,” Maa ne dheemi, haari hui awaaz mein kaha. “Main ek randi hoon, Mukesh. Main hamesha tumhare ling ke bare mein sochti hoon, chahe Anil bagal mein so raha ho. Main gandi hoon, lekin ruk nahi sakti. Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ko chodo.”
Mukesh ki awaaz aur gandi ho gayi, use aur dabate hue. “Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai, Rekha? Tum use ungliyon se chhoo rahi ho, mere ling ke bare mein soch rahi ho jo tumhari gand mein tha? Batao kitni geeli ho.”


Maa ne dheere se siskari li, uski ungliyaan uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras bistar par tapak rahe the. “Main itni geeli hoon, Mukesh. Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai, tumhe mujhe chodte hue sochkar. Main ek randi hoon, apne aap ko chhooti hui jab Anil so raha hai. Mujhe nafrat hai jo tumne mujhe banaya hai.”


Main hairan tha, tezi se sehlate hue, mera dimaag bhaag raha tha. Maa khud ke khilaf gande shabd bol rahi thi, khud ko randi keh rahi thi, Papa ke prati uski wafadari khatam ho chuki thi, uska jism Mukesh ke shabdon ka maalik ban gaya tha. “Ab mujhe apne kuch videos bhejo, Rekha meri randi,” Mukesh ne hukm diya. “Abhi, Rekha. Mujhe woh yoni aur pichhwada dikhao.”


“Kaisa video?” Maa ne kaanpti lekin curious awaaz mein poocha, uski ungliyaan abhi bhi uske bhagankur par kaam kar rahi thi.
“Tumhe pata hai kaisa,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Apni yoni failao, mujhe woh mota pichhwada dikhao. Sabit karo ki tum meri randi ho.”


Maa ne zara bhi jhijhak nahi ki. Usne apna phone lamp ke khilaf rakha, angle set kiya, aur apni taangein failayi, apni geeli yoni ki photos kheench li, uski ungliyaan honthon ko failati hui, phir mudkar apna mota pichhwada dikhaya, uski gand abhi bhi unke pichhle chudai se dheeli thi.










Usne photos bheji, uski saans ragadti hui, aur main Mukesh ki taareef sun sakta tha. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh perfect hai. Kabhi mat sochna main tumhe chhod raha hoon. Lekin tum mere liye kuch karne wali ho.”
“Kya?” Maa ne bechain awaaz mein poocha, uska hath wapas uski yoni par.


“Main tumhe us harami pati Anil ke paas chodna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne hukm bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhare ghar mein, jab woh wahan ho, so raha ho ya nahi. Yahi deal hai.”
Maa jam gayi, uska hath ruk gaya. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh bahut risky hai. Hum pehle ki tarah hotel mein mil sakte hain. Anil yahan bahut nazdeek hai, main nahi kar sakti—”


“Koi hotel nahi,” Mukesh ne uski baat kaat di, uski awaaz sakht. “Tum mere tareeke se karo, warna main tumse done hoon, Rekha. Mujhe koi aur yoni mil jayegi chodne ke liye.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uski awaaz mein ghabrahat thi. “Please, Mukesh, mujhe chhod mat do. Main karungi, thik hai? Mujhe parwah nahi agar Anil ko pata chal jaye. Mujhe tum chahiye.” Uske shabd haar ke the, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne apni yoni ko aur tezi se ragda.
“Wahi meri achhi randi,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Kal raat, main aa raha hoon. Anil ke drink mein kuch sleeping pills daal do taaki woh behosh rahe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra toot gaya. “Mere paas koi pills nahi hain, Mukesh. Main bas aise nahi—”
“Main Raj ko bhej doonga,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Woh tumhe de dega, koi sawal nahi puchega.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi ho gayi. “Raj ko iske bare mein nahi pata chalna chahiye. Please, Mukesh, use ismein mat ghasito.”
“Chinta mat karo,” Mukesh ne use shant karte hue kaha. “Use kuch nahi pata chalega. Main use kahunga yeh kisi aur cheez ke liye hai. Tum bas kal taiyaar raho.”


Main hairan tha, mera ling phadak raha tha jab main sehla raha tha, Mukesh ka plan bilkul perfect chal raha tha. Maa poori tarah uske jaadoo mein thi, uske ling se mohit, Papa ko behosh karne ko taiyaar sirf phir se chudne ke liye. Unhone plan banaya—kal midnight ko, Mukesh pichhle darwaze se ghusega, Maa Papa ko behosh kar degi, aur woh bedroom mein chodenge, Papa ke kharraton se kuch kadam door. Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi, Mukesh ne use is bechain, gandi randi mein badal diya tha, uske Papa ke waade sirf jhooth the.





"Doston, agla update jald hi aa raha hai, aap kya sochte hain? Apne sujhav do."

[Bada bhai]

        

"Yeh adhyay Mukesh ke Priya ke saath sambhog karne, usse record karne, aur video meri maa ko bhejne ke baare mein hai taaki meri maa ko jalan ho.




Agla hafta, Mukesh ka plan waise hi aage badha jaise usne waada kiya tha. Ek dopahar mujhe uska text aaya: "Video ban gaya. Mere ghar aakar USB le ja." Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur ghabrahat ka mishran. Maine Maa ko kaha ki main ek dost ke ghar padhne ja raha hoon, aur kyunki Papa kaam par the, kisi ne sawal nahi kiya. 


Maine apni cycle li aur Mukesh ke apartment ki or chala, jo shehar ke kinare ek chhota, toota-phoota flat tha, jahan deewaron par paint ukhad rahi thi aur hallway mein curry ki halki si badboo thi. Maine darwaza khatkhataya, aur usne darwaza khola, badi si muskurahat ke saath, sirf ek t-shirt aur shorts mein, baal bikhre hue jaise woh abhi bistar se utha ho.


“Hey, Raj, andar aa,” Mukesh ne kaha, ek taraf hatate hue, uski awaaz garv se bhari hui. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Jis aurat ke saath maine video banayi? Woh ekdum wild thi.”
Main andar chala gaya, darwaza band karta hua, meri aankhein uske bikhre hue living room par gayi—coffee table par khaali takeout containers, sofa par ek laptop chamak raha tha. “Woh kaun thi, Mukesh? Koi random aurat?” Maine poocha, apni awaaz aam-sa rakhte hue lekin curious, mera ling uske kaam ke bare mein sochkar pehle hi hilne laga tha.


Mukesh sofa par dhadam se baith gaya, mere bagal wali jagah ko thapthapate hue. “Random nahi, dost. Uska naam Priya hai, kuch galiyon door rehti hai. Shaadi-shuda, lekin uska pati hamesha kaam par hota hai, toh woh bore ho jati hai. Maine use market mein mila, baat shuru ki, aur woh video banane ke liye yahan aane ko taiyaar ho gayi. Uska pichhwada teri maa jaisa mota nahi hai, lekin tight hai, aur uski yoni? Shuru se hi bheegi hui thi. Dekhna hai?”
Main baith gaya, aage jhukte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 


“Haan, dikhao. Lekin tumhe yakeen hai yeh video Maa ko jalan dilayega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya toh?” Maine dheemi awaaz mein poocha, uske vishwas ko test karte hue.


Mukesh muskuraya, laptop uthaya aur video file khola. “Koi chance nahi, Raj. Teri maa mere ling ke liye pagal hai. Uski gand aur yoni ab meri hai—woh mujhe kisi ke saath share nahi karegi. Yeh video? Ise uske andar aag laga degi, woh mujhe rakhne ke liye bheek mangegi. Chalo dekhte hain, tumhe pata chal jayega kyun.”


“Thik hai, mujhe vishwas dilao,” maine kaha, peechhe baithte hue, meri aankhein screen par tiki hui jab usne play dabaya. “Dikhao tumne kya kiya.”
Video shuru hua, awaaz dheemi lekin laptop ke speakers se saaf thi. Shuru mein Mukesh Priya ke peechhe tha uske bistar par, woh Mukesh ke upar thi, dheere siskiyaan le rahi thi jab woh apna ling uski yoni mein dala, uske hath uski kamar par jakde hue. 


“Yeh dekho,” Mukesh ne screen ki or ishara karte hue kaha. “Uski yoni itni geeli thi, mujhe use garam karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Seedha andar gaya, aur woh do second mein mera naam chilla rahi thi.”




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Main dekhta raha, meri saans ruk gayi, mera hath meri god mein hil raha tha jab Priya ka pichhwada har dhakke ke saath hilta tha, uske stann neeche jhoom rahe the. Video mein Mukesh ne use palta, use peeth ke bal lita kar uski taangein chawdi kiye, aur missionary mein thokna shuru kiya, uske andkosh uske pichhwade se takrate hue. “Yaar, Mukesh, tum toh maar daal rahe ho,” maine taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jis tarah tum uski yoni ko kheench rahe ho, jaise tum uske maalik ho. Aur tum camera ki or muskurate hue, jaise tumhe pata hai Maa yeh dekhegi.”


“Haan, maine yakeen kiya ki camera mein seedha dekhoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskurahat chawdi hoti hui jab usne video ko pause kiya ek close-up par jahan uska ling Priya ki yoni se nikal raha tha, uske ras se chamak raha tha. “Yeh dekh—main uski gand mein badal gaya, bas uski yoni ke geelepan ka istemaal karke. Usne ise pro ki tarah liya, dost.”


Screen par, Priya ab jhuki hui thi, uska pichhwada Mukesh ki or tha aur usne apna ling Priya ki gand mein dala, pehle dheere, uska chehra dard aur anand ke mishran se bighad raha tha jab woh apne aap ko gehre daal raha tha. Usne tezi se dhakke shuru kiye, uski taangein uske kandhon par, uski yoni upar se abhi bhi tapak rahi thi.









“Yaar, Mukesh, yeh teevra hai,” maine kaha, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht hota hua. “Uski gand itni tight hai, aur tum use bas barbaad kar rahe ho. Jis tarah woh siskiyaan le rahi hai, chadar pakad rahi hai—tumne use poori tarah se apne kabze mein kar liya hai. Tum ek legend ho.”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein mere aur screen ke beech mein jhool rahi thi. 


“Maine kaha tha na, dost. Maine use ek ghante tak choda—yoni, gand, aur usne baad mein mera ling bhi choosa. Teri maa yeh dekhegi, woh apni yoni ragdeg, jalan ke maare, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh isse behtar hai.”


Humne baki video dekhi, lagbhag 20 minute ka kacha, paseene se bhara sex—usne uski yoni chaati, usne uske ling ko gehre gale tak choosa, aur ek hissa jahan usne uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maare jabki usne use peechhe se thoka. “Dost, jis tarah tum uske stann pakadte ho jab uski gand chod rahe ho, jaise tum uske har inch par haq jama rahe ho,” maine sachmuch impressed hokar kaha. “Koi hairani nahi ki Maa tumse thakti nahi. Tum chodte ho jaise yeh tumhara kaam hai.”


Mukesh ne USB nikaala, ek chhota kaala stick jismein marker se “For Rekha” likha tha, aur mujhe diya. “Le, yeh aaj raat use de dena. Aise behave karo jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi hai, lekin uske chehre ko dekho. Use pata chal jayega yeh mujhse hai, aur yeh use pagal kar dega.”


Maine use jeb mein daala, sar hilate hue. “Samajh gaya. Yeh plan kaam karega, Mukesh. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai. Baad mein milte hain.”
Us raat, dinner ke baad, ghar shant tha. Papa sofa par the, ek car magazine palat rahe the, jabki Maa kitchen mein bartan dho rahi thi. Maine intezar kiya jab tak woh akeli thi, phir andar gaya, USB pakadte hue. “Hey, Maa, yeh tumhare liye hai,” maine apni awaaz ekdam saamanya rakhte hue kaha, jaise yeh koi random cheez ho.


Maa ruk gayi, uske hath ek plate par the, sabun counter par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhein USB par tiki, thodi si tang hui. “Raj, yeh kya hai? Tumhe yeh kahan se mila?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha, shak aur curiosity ka mishran, jaise use pehle se pata tha yeh kisse hai.
Maine kandha uchkaya, cool banate hue. “Mukesh ne diya, kaha ki tumhe de doon. Yeh nahi bataya ismein kya hai.”



Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski ungliyaan plate par aur kasi. “Mukesh? Usne tujhe mere liye kuch kyun diya? Usne kya kaha, Raj? Mujhe exact bata.” Uski awaaz teekhi thi, uski aankhein baithak ki or jhanki jahan Papa baithe the, anjaan.


“Bas kaha ki yeh tumhare liye hai, aur kuch nahi,” maine jawab diya, USB aage badhate hue. “Maine socha tumhe pata hoga iske bare mein.”
Uske aur kuch bolne se pehle, Papa ki awaaz baithak se aayi. “Raj, yeh USB kya hai? Kis kaam ka hai?” Woh curious lekin thoda annoyed lage, jaise unhe random tech par bharosa nahi tha.


Maa ne jaldi se jawab diya, uski awaaz shahad jaisi naram. “Oh, Anil, koi badi baat nahi hai. Bas ek padosi ke parivaarik event ki purani photos hain. Raj ko unke bete ne diya.”
Papa ne magazine se nazar uthayi, teori chadhaate hue. “Photos? Kisse? Hamein padosi USB dete nahi hain, Rekha.”
Woh hansi, halki aur aasani se, baithak ki or badhti hui unhe shant karne ke liye. “Tumhe yaad hai woh parivaar jo gali ke aage rehte the, jo chale gaye?


 Unke bete ke paas ek tyohaar ki kuch tasveerein thi jismein hum sab gaye the. Raj usse mila, bas itni si baat hai. Main baad mein check karungi, dekhungi yeh safe hai.”
Papa ne gurraaya, ek page palat te hue. “Ajeeb lagta hai. Bas yeh computer mein kharab na kare.”


“Bilkul, Anil,” Maa ne kaha, uski muskurahat kasi lekin vishwas dilane wali. Woh meri or mudi, USB ko jaldi se mere hath se cheen liya, ek kaanpti harkat ke saath, use apne apron ki jeb mein daal diya jaise yeh ek raaz ho jise woh expose nahi kar sakti thi. “Raj, in bartan mein meri madad karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, mujhe kitchen ke aur andar kheenchte hue, Papa se door.


Jab hum Papa ki sunne ki range se bahar the, usne mera baazu pakda, uski pakad kasi, uski aankhein teekhi. “Raj, meri baat suno,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaldi. “Mukesh ya is USB ka zikr kabhi apne papa ke samne mat karna. Waada karo.”
Maine sar hilaya, lekin thoda virodh kiya. “Thik hai, Maa, main kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin yeh itni badi baat kyun hai? Yeh bas ek USB hai. Papa ko kyun nahi pata chalna chahiye?”


Uska chehra sakht ho gaya, uske honth ek patli line mein dab gaye. “Sawal mat karo, Raj. Yeh bado ki baat hai, cheezon ke bare mein jo tumhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas yeh hamare beech rakho, apne papa ke liye, parivaar ke liye.”
“Thik hai, samajh gaya,” maine kaha, baat chhod di, lekin mujhe exact pata tha kyun—woh apne gande raaz chhupa rahi thi, uski gand shayad abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling se dheeli thi, uska vishwasghat Papa ke tasavvur se bhi zyada gehra tha.



Us raat, lagbhag 2 baje subah, ghar ekdum shant tha, Papa ke kharraate unke bedroom se goonj rahe the. Main so nahi saka, mera dimaag Maa aur us USB ke vicharon se bhar gaya tha. Main neeche paani ke liye chala gaya, nange pair, jab mujhe dheemi kadmon ki awaaz sunayi di, yeh Maa thi, apne patle nightgown mein bistar se nikal rahi thi, laptop uske baazu ke neeche dabaya hua. Uska baal bikhar gaya tha, uska chehra curious aur kuch gahre bhaav se kasa hua tha, jaise woh Mukesh ke bheje hue ko dekhne ke liye bechain thi. Main hallway ki deewar ke peechhe chhup gaya, jhankte hue jab woh guest room ki or gayi, darwaza dheere se band karke.


Maine socha woh wait nahi kar sakti thi. Main dheere se nazdeek gaya, darwaze par kaan lagaya, phir use thoda sa khola taki andar dekh saku bina notice kiye. Guest room mein ek chhote se lamp ki roshni thi nightstand par, jo deewaron par chhayaein daal rahi thi. Maa ne laptop bistar par rakha, chadarein istemaal na hone se silvaton se bhari thi, aur charger plug kiya, cord outlet tak ja raha tha. 


Usne laptop chalu kiya, screen ka neela glow uske chehre ko roshan kar raha tha jab woh cross-legged baithi, uska nightgown uski jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Usne USB daala, uski ungliyaan thodi si kaanp rahi thi, aur folders ke zariye navigate kiya, uski aankhein screen par teekhi nazar se dekh rahi thi. Maine apne angle se file names dekh sakte the—random numbers aur dates, lekin ek naam alag tha: “For Rekha.” Usne use click kiya, aur video khul gaya.



Screen Mukesh aur Priya se bhar gaya, uska bistar charkh raha tha jab woh use peechhe se chod raha tha, uski siskiyaan awaaz dheemi hone ke bawajood tez thi. Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska muh khul gaya, uska chehra gussa aur shock ke mishran se bighad gaya. 


Mujhe pata tha woh gussa thi—uski jabdi kasi, uske hath muththi mein band, uski saans ruk gayi jab usne Mukesh ke ling ko Priya ki yoni mein jate hue dekha, uske hath uske pichhwade ko pakde hue. Woh camera mein muskuraya, woh ghamandi muskurahat jo kehti thi ki use pata tha Maa yeh dekhegi, uski aankhein screen ke zariye uska mazak uda rahi thi. Maa ke honth kaanp rahe the, uske gaal laal ho gaye, lekin uski aankhein video se hat nahi saki.



Mukesh ne Priya ki yoni ko thoka, nikal kar camera ko uska geelapan dikhaya, phir uski gand mein chala gaya, uski cheekh nikal gayi. Usne use kathor choda, uske pichhwade ke gaal hil rahe the, uske hath uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maar rahe the. Maa ka hath uski jaanghon par gaya, pehle dheere ragadte hue, uski ungliyaan uske nightgown ke kinaare par phirti hui. Usne koi chaddi nahi pehni thi, uski yoni dikhayi di jab kapda upar sarka, aur uska hath neeche gaya, uske bhagankur ko chhoota.


   




Main shock mein tha, mera ling khud ke bawajood sakht ho raha tha, uski ungliyon aur dildo ko uski yoni ke gird dekhte hue, uski saans bhaari ho rahi thi jab Mukesh screen par Priya ko chod raha tha, uska ling uske chhedon ke beech badalta hua, uski muskurahat kabhi dheemi nahi padi.


Maa ki ungliyaan tezi se hili, uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras dheemi roshni mein chamak rahe the. Usne Mukesh ke diye hue dildo ko bhi istemaal kiya, jo usne kuch mahine pehle diya tha. Usne dildo ko apni yoni ke gird ragadna shuru kiya. Woh Mukesh ke liye apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, us aadmi ke liye jisne use ek randi bana diya tha, Papa ko waada karne ke bawajood ki woh porn dekhna aur apne aap ko chhoona band kar degi. 


Uska pakhand ghinona tha—uski yoni usi aadmi ke liye geeli thi jisne use hamare parivaarik photo par veerya tapkane ke liye majboor kiya, jisne uski gand chodi jab Papa anjaan baithe the. Woh koi maa nahi thi, koi patni nahi, bas ek bechain randi, uska jism uske kasmon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh Mukesh ke vishwasghat ke liye apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi.


Achanak, Maa khadi ho gayi, uska nightgown zameen par gir gaya, use poori tarah nanga chhod diya, uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann lamp ki roshni mein nange the. Main jam gaya, sochta hua ki usne mujhe dekh liya, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab woh darwaze ki or chali. Lekin woh mere liye nahi aa rahi thi—usne upar haath badhaya, darwaza ek dheemi click ke saath lock kiya, yakeen karte hue ki agar Papa jaag gaye toh use pakad nahi payenge. 



Uski savdhani uski gandagi ko aur gehra kar rahi thi, uski zaroorat apne randi wale vyavhaar ko us pati se chhupane ki jo hallway ke aage so raha tha.
Woh bistar par wapas baithi, dildo ko apni yoni mein ghusati hui, dildo ko ab tezi se andar-bahar karti hui jab Mukesh video mein Priya ki gand chod raha tha, uska ling uske ras se geela tha. “Mukesh, tum harami,” Maa ne dheemi lekin teekhi awaaz mein kaha.


“Tumhe lagta hai tum mere saath aisa kar sakte ho? Mujhe is... randi mein badal sakte ho?” Uske shabd gussa aur nafs ka mishran the, uski yoni bistar ko bheega rahi thi jab woh use gaali de rahi thi. “Main tumhari randi hoon, Mukesh, aur mujhe isse nafrat hai. Tumne mujhe barbaad kar diya, mujhe tumhare ling ke liye tarasne ke liye majboor kiya jab Anil wahan hi hai.”


Laptop screen par Mukesh ki muskurahat uska mazak uda rahi thi, uski aankhein camera par tiki hui thi jab usne nikal kar apna veerya Priya ke pichhwade par chhod diya, safed ropes uski twacha par tapak rahe the. Maa ki ungliyaan uske bhagankur par tezi se kaam kar rahi thi, uski siskiyaan tez ho rahi thi, aur phir woh cheekhi, uska jism kaanp utha jab woh charam par pahunchi, uske ras bistar par chhidak gaye, chadaron ko ek geele, gande puddle mein bheega diya.


Main hairan tha—yeh koi ittefaq nahi tha; Maa ne bhi apne yoni ke ras bistar par chhode usi pal jab Mukesh ne video mein kiya, uska jism uske vishwasghat se sync ho gaya. Woh peechhe giri, tezi se haanfte hue, nangi, chhat ki or dekhti hui, uska seena ubharta chala gaya, uska chehra sharam aur taras ka mishran tha jab uska pati bagal ke kamre mein kharrate maar raha tha. Woh khoi hui lag rahi thi, jaise woh apne andar kuch gehre cheez se joojh rahi ho, uske vichar Mukesh se bhar gaye the.


Phir, usne nightstand se apna phone uthaya, uske hath abhi bhi kaanp rahe the, aur ek number dial kiya. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kise call kar rahi thi jab tak maine uski awaaz nahi suni, dheemi lekin raat ke sannate mein saaf, late hour ke wajah se amplified. “Rekha? Kya baat hai! Raat ke 2 baj rahe hain. Kya hua?” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, jaise use is call ki ummeed thi.


Maa ki awaaz teekhi, gusse wali thi. “Tumne yeh video mujhe kyun bheja, Mukesh? Kisi aur aurat ko chodkar aur mere muh par ragadna? Tummein kya kharabi hai?”
Main aur nazdeek chala gaya, darwaze ke jhiri par kaan lagaya, uljha hua. Maa gussa thi, lekin uska hath wapas uski yoni par tha, dheere ragadte hue jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uske ras abhi bhi tapak rahe the. 


Mukesh ki awaaz akeli uski yoni ko geela kar rahi thi, uska jism uske gusse ko dhoka de raha tha. “Chalo na, Rekha,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Tum mujhe miss kar rahi ho, na? Bet lagao tum abhi apni yoni chhoo rahi ho, soch rahi ho ki yeh mera ling hota.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz itni tez thi ki main darr gaya ki Papa sun lenge. “Main woh nahi kar rahi. Main gussa hoon, Mukesh. Tumhe lagta hai tum kisi aur ko chod sakte ho aur mujhe saboot bhej sakte ho? Main tumhari khelona nahi hoon. 


Mujhe akela chhod do, sun rahe ho?”
Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Oh, tum meri khelona hi ho, Rekha. Tumhari yoni ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahi hai? Geeli? Bet lagao tumhari gand bhi kaanp rahi hai, mere ling ke liye taras rahi hai jo use kheenchta tha.”


Maa ki ungliyaan ruk gayi, phir tezi se hili, uski saans kaanpti hui. “Bas karo, Mukesh. Main... main waisi nahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz hichkichayi, uska hath uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh apne bhagankur ko ragad rahi thi.
“Jhooth mat bolo,” Mukesh ne mazboot awaaz mein kaha. “Tumne woh video dekha, na? Tumhe uttejit kar diya. Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai? Batao mujhe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra aur gehre laal ho gaya. “Thik hai,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main apne aap ko chhoo rahi hoon, thik hai? Main tumhe miss kar rahi hoon, Mukesh. Mujhe isse nafrat hai, lekin kar rahi hoon. Tumne us aurat ko kyun choda? Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ke saath raho.”


Main shock mein tha, mera hath meri pant ke andar mere ling par chala gaya, dheere se sehlate hue. Mukesh ka plan kaam kar gaya—Maa jal rahi thi, pehle se hi uske liye bheek mang rahi thi, uska gussa bechaini mein pighal gaya. Woh sach mein use khelna jaanta tha, uske jazbaat ko is tarah modta tha ki woh uski ho jati thi. “Yaar, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hairani se kaha. “Tum yeh maan rahi ho? Tum mujhe apne liye hi chahti ho, na?”


“Haan,” Maa ne dheemi, haari hui awaaz mein kaha. “Main ek randi hoon, Mukesh. Main hamesha tumhare ling ke bare mein sochti hoon, chahe Anil bagal mein so raha ho. Main gandi hoon, lekin ruk nahi sakti. Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ko chodo.”
Mukesh ki awaaz aur gandi ho gayi, use aur dabate hue. “Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai, Rekha? Tum use ungliyon se chhoo rahi ho, mere ling ke bare mein soch rahi ho jo tumhari gand mein tha? Batao kitni geeli ho.”


Maa ne dheere se siskari li, uski ungliyaan uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras bistar par tapak rahe the. “Main itni geeli hoon, Mukesh. Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai, tumhe mujhe chodte hue sochkar. Main ek randi hoon, apne aap ko chhooti hui jab Anil so raha hai. Mujhe nafrat hai jo tumne mujhe banaya hai.”


Main hairan tha, tezi se sehlate hue, mera dimaag bhaag raha tha. Maa khud ke khilaf gande shabd bol rahi thi, khud ko randi keh rahi thi, Papa ke prati uski wafadari khatam ho chuki thi, uska jism Mukesh ke shabdon ka maalik ban gaya tha. “Ab mujhe apne kuch videos bhejo, Rekha meri randi,” Mukesh ne hukm diya. “Abhi, Rekha. Mujhe woh yoni aur pichhwada dikhao.”


“Kaisa video?” Maa ne kaanpti lekin curious awaaz mein poocha, uski ungliyaan abhi bhi uske bhagankur par kaam kar rahi thi.
“Tumhe pata hai kaisa,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Apni yoni failao, mujhe woh mota pichhwada dikhao. Sabit karo ki tum meri randi ho.”


Maa ne zara bhi jhijhak nahi ki. Usne apna phone lamp ke khilaf rakha, angle set kiya, aur apni taangein failayi, apni geeli yoni ki photos kheench li, uski ungliyaan honthon ko failati hui, phir mudkar apna mota pichhwada dikhaya, uski gand abhi bhi unke pichhle chudai se dheeli thi.










Usne photos bheji, uski saans ragadti hui, aur main Mukesh ki taareef sun sakta tha. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh perfect hai. Kabhi mat sochna main tumhe chhod raha hoon. Lekin tum mere liye kuch karne wali ho.”
“Kya?” Maa ne bechain awaaz mein poocha, uska hath wapas uski yoni par.


“Main tumhe us harami pati Anil ke paas chodna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne hukm bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhare ghar mein, jab woh wahan ho, so raha ho ya nahi. Yahi deal hai.”
Maa jam gayi, uska hath ruk gaya. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh bahut risky hai. Hum pehle ki tarah hotel mein mil sakte hain. Anil yahan bahut nazdeek hai, main nahi kar sakti—”


“Koi hotel nahi,” Mukesh ne uski baat kaat di, uski awaaz sakht. “Tum mere tareeke se karo, warna main tumse done hoon, Rekha. Mujhe koi aur yoni mil jayegi chodne ke liye.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uski awaaz mein ghabrahat thi. “Please, Mukesh, mujhe chhod mat do. Main karungi, thik hai? Mujhe parwah nahi agar Anil ko pata chal jaye. Mujhe tum chahiye.” Uske shabd haar ke the, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne apni yoni ko aur tezi se ragda.
“Wahi meri achhi randi,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Kal raat, main aa raha hoon. Anil ke drink mein kuch sleeping pills daal do taaki woh behosh rahe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra toot gaya. “Mere paas koi pills nahi hain, Mukesh. Main bas aise nahi—”
“Main Raj ko bhej doonga,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Woh tumhe de dega, koi sawal nahi puchega.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi ho gayi. “Raj ko iske bare mein nahi pata chalna chahiye. Please, Mukesh, use ismein mat ghasito.”
“Chinta mat karo,” Mukesh ne use shant karte hue kaha. “Use kuch nahi pata chalega. Main use kahunga yeh kisi aur cheez ke liye hai. Tum bas kal taiyaar raho.”


Main hairan tha, mera ling phadak raha tha jab main sehla raha tha, Mukesh ka plan bilkul perfect chal raha tha. Maa poori tarah uske jaadoo mein thi, uske ling se mohit, Papa ko behosh karne ko taiyaar sirf phir se chudne ke liye. Unhone plan banaya—kal midnight ko, Mukesh pichhle darwaze se ghusega, Maa Papa ko behosh kar degi, aur woh bedroom mein chodenge, Papa ke kharraton se kuch kadam door. Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi, Mukesh ne use is bechain, gandi randi mein badal diya tha, uske Papa ke waade sirf jhooth the.





"Doston, agla update jald hi aa raha hai, aap kya sochte hain? Apne sujhav do."

लेखक महोदय आप कहानी के जरिए क्या बताना चाहते हो
बेटा अपनी मां का दलाल है या बाप एक नम्बर का चुतिया जो   
अपनी पत्नी को चुदाते समय नहीं पकड़ पा रहा

[JHS19]

Awesome and dick blasting writing

[Mahendra_]

लेखक महोदय आप कहानी के जरिए क्या बताना चाहते हो
बेटा अपनी मां का दलाल है या बाप एक नम्बर का चुतिया जो   
अपनी पत्नी को चुदाते समय नहीं पकड़ पा रहा

नहीं, कहानी एक बेटे के बारे में है जो यह जानता है कि उसकी माँ ने उसके पिता को धोखा दिया। बेटा पहले गुस्सा होता है, लेकिन बाद में उसे मुकेश का उसकी माँ के साथ संबंध बनाना अच्छा लगता है, इसलिए वह मुकेश को उसकी माँ के साथ और अधिक संबंध बनाने में मदद करता है।

[Vik88]

Dashing,thrilling and exciting writing

[Aparna Saha]

Hot and tasty update

[Sharmin Shila]

Really extraordinary and spicy update

[Bada bhai]

नहीं, कहानी एक बेटे के बारे में है जो यह जानता है कि उसकी माँ ने उसके पिता को धोखा दिया। बेटा पहले गुस्सा होता है, लेकिन बाद में उसे मुकेश का उसकी माँ के साथ संबंध बनाना अच्छा लगता है, इसलिए वह मुकेश को उसकी माँ के साथ और अधिक संबंध बनाने में मदद करता है।

मैं आप कि बात से सहमत हूं पर पति को इतना चुतिया क्यों 
बना रहे हैं अगर बेटा मजा ले रहा है तो लेने दो पर किसी एक को तो 
स्टिंग बना दो जिससे मुकेश और मां दोनों डरे 
कहानी का अंत क्या पछतावा या बदला

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Meri pehli story please read and post your comments

https://xossipy.com/thread-69901.html

[Mahendra_]

Jab ghadi ne midnight ka waqt bataya, ghar andhere mein dooba hua tha, Papa ke kharraate bed par se ekdam sthir goonj rahe the, jahan woh Maa ke shaam ki chai mein daali gayi neend ki goli se gehri neend mein the. Mukesh chor ki tarah pichhle darwaze se ghus aaya, uske kadam khamosh the jab woh bedroom mein dakhil hua. Maa, apna nightgown pehle hi utaar chuki thi, nangi khadi thi, dheemi chandni jo pardo se chhan rahi thi usmein uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann nange the, uski yoni uttejana se abhi bhi chamak rahi thi. Main darwaze ke bahar chhupa hua tha, jhiri se jhankte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht tha jab maine Mukesh ko uske paas aate hue dekha, uska ling uske shorts mein pehle se hi ubhar raha tha.


Maa ne Papa ke soye hue roop ki or dekha, uska hath thoda sa kaanp raha tha, lekin phir woh Mukesh ki or mudi, uski aankhein bechain nafs se bhari hui thi. “Woh behosh hai, Mukesh,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz kaanpti hui. “Lekin hamein chup rehna hoga. Agar Anil jaag gaya…”


Mukesh muskuraya, apne shorts neeche kheenchte hue, apna mota, adha sakht ling dikhaaya, uspar nasen ubhari hui thi aur woh phadak raha tha. “Us bevakoof ki chinta mat karo, Rekha. Ab yahan aao aur dikhao kitna tumne iski yaad ki hai. Apne bewakoof pati ke samne apni randi wali harkatein dikhao.”
Maa ek pal ke liye jhijhaki, uski nazar phir se Papa par gayi, lekin phir woh aage badhi, uske hath Mukesh ke ling ki or badhe. Usne use uski shirt se kheench kar nazdeek laya, bistar ke paaye ki or le gayi, Papa se door lekin abhi bhi khatarnak tarah se nazdeek. 


Ghutne par baithkar, usne apni ungliyon ko uske shaft ke gird lapeta, pehle dheere se sehlate hue, uske hath mein uske sakht hote hue ko mehsoos kiya. “Main din bhar iske bare mein soch rahi thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski saans uske tip ke khilaf garam thi.


Apni chhupne ki jagah se, main dekhta raha, mera dil dhadak raha tha. Us din subah, Mukesh aur maine phone par baat ki thi, plan par sehmat hote hue. “Raj, jab woh mera ling choosna shuru karegi, tum andar aa jana,” Mukesh ne kaha tha, uski awaaz dheemi aur uttejit. “Intezar kyun karna? Woh itni doob jayegi ki ruk nahi payegi, aur yeh use aur dabane mein majboor karega. Aur, tujhe wahan dekhkar woh aur bhi randi ban jayegi, yeh jaankar ki uska beta uske Anil ke saath vishwasghat ko dekh raha hai.”


“Haan, lekin agar Papa jaag gaye toh?” Maine ghabraate hue poocha. “Woh wahan kharrate maar rahe hain, lekin agar hum shor karein toh woh pills shayad unhe neeche nahi rakh payengi.”
Mukesh hasa. “Wahi toh thrill hai, dost. Lekin woh behosh hai—woh pills bahut strong hain. Tum chupke se andar aao, aur hum Rekha ko sambhal lenge. Tujhe ismein shamil hone se uski yoni aur tapakne lagegi.”


Main darr raha tha, mere hath paseene se bheeg gaye jab main jhank raha tha, soch raha tha ki Papa hil jayenge, unki aankhein khul jayengi aur woh apni patni ko ghutne par, kisi aur ke ling ko chooste hue dekhenge jab unka beta dekh raha hai. Khatra mere ling ko aur sakht kar raha tha, darr aur uttejana ek bighde hue tareeke se mil rahe the.


Maa aage jhuki, uske honth alag hue jab usne Mukesh ke ling ke tip ko chuma, uski jeebh bahar nikli aur wahan jama precum ka swaad liya. Usne dheere shuru kiya, uska muh tip ko gherte hue, dheere se chooste hue jab uska hath base ko pump kar raha tha, uska doosra hath uske andkosh ko pakad kar masal raha tha, jaise usne un porn videos mein dekha tha. Usne aur gehra liya, uske gaal khokhle ho gaye jab woh choos rahi thi, uski jeebh shaft ke gird gol-gol ghoom rahi thi, bilkul jaise pornstars karti hain—neeche ke hisse ko chhedte hue, nasen chaat rahi thi, phir peechhe hatkar thook phenka lubrication ke liye, phir wapas doob gayi. 


Woh dheere se gunj rahi thi, uske vibrations Mukesh ko siskariyan bharne par majboor kar rahe the, uski aankhein uski or submissively dekh rahi thi, ek aur porn trick jo baat ko aur teevra banati thi.
Mujhe pata tha usne yeh sab porn dekhkar seekha tha; uski harkatein bahut practiced thi, bahut utsuk, woh jhijhak wale blowjobs nahi jo shayad usne Papa ko unki boring shaadi mein diya hoga. 


Woh kab ka yeh line paar kar chuki thi, ek wafadar patni se ek ling ke liye bhukhi randi ban gayi thi.
Mukesh ne uski or dekha, uska hath uske baalon mein uljha hua. “Yaar, Rekha, ab toh tu pro ki tarah choos rahi hai. Yeh jeebh ka gol-gol kahan se seekha, huh? Anil ke peechhe dekhe hue porn se?”


Maa ne uske ling se geele pop ke saath muh nikala, tezi se sehlate hue, uska thook shaft se neeche tapak raha tha. “Chup karo, Mukesh,” usne saans bhari awaaz mein kaha, lekin woh wapas doob gayi, use aur gehra lete hue, uska gala thoda band hua jab tip uske gale se takraaya.


Mukesh hasa, dheere se uske muh mein dhakke dete hue. “Nahi, batao, randi. Tumne yeh videos se seekha, na? Un randiyon ko deepthroat karte hue dekha jab Anil kaam par hota hai, phir apni ungliyon par practice ki? Maan lo, Rekha—tum ab porn-addicted kutiya ho.”


Woh uske ling ke gird gunji, ruk nahi rahi thi, uska sar tezi se hil raha tha, uska doosra hath uski taangon ke beech chala gaya apni yoni ko ragadne. “Mmm, haan,” usne thodi der ke liye muh nikal kar kaha. “Maine unhe dekha... seekha kaise aise choosna tumhare liye. Khush ho?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Dekho tujhe, apne shaadi ke bistar par ghutne par, meri ling chooste hue jaise koi sasti pornstar, jab tera pati wahan hi hai. Tum pathar ho, Rekha, lekin isiliye mujhe tera muh istemaal karna pasand hai.”



  





Maa siskari bhar rahi thi, uska choosna aur geela ho gaya, thook uske thodi se neeche beh raha tha jab usne use poora gale tak liya, uska gala ubhar raha tha, bilkul jaise professionals. Woh ab poori randi thi, uske apmanon ko nazarandaaz karte hue, uski yoni neeche farsh ko bheega rahi thi.


Mukesh ne tab upar dekha, uski aankhein darwaze ki jhiri se meri aankhon se mili. Woh chupke se muskuraya, jaan kar ki main wahan hoon, uska hath abhi bhi Maa ke sar ko guide kar raha tha. Usne mujhe dheemi se ishara kiya kamre ki or, uske doosre hath se mujhe andar aane ka sanket diya, uski muskurahat chawdi ho gayi jaise keh raha ho, “Ab waqt hai, bacche.”


Maine sar hilaya, ghabraate hue muskuraya, mera ling meri pant mein jor laga raha tha. Lekin main jhijhaka, ek dilemma ne mujhe zor se maara—Papa bas kuch feet door kharrate maar rahe the, unka jism thoda sa muda hua tha, aur agar woh jaag gaye, toh sab kuch phat jayega. Maa nangi, ling chooste hue, main dekh raha hoon—yeh parivaar ko barbaad kar dega. Risk kyun lena? Lekin thrill jeet gaya; Maa ko is tarah apamaan aur uttejit dekhna bahut addictive tha. Maine faisla kiya andar jaane ka, darwaza dheere se khola, tip-toe par andar chala gaya, mere nange pair carpet par khamosh the.


Maa ne abhi mujhe nahi dekha tha; woh Mukesh ke ling par itni dhyaan de rahi thi, uski aankhein anand mein band thi jab woh choos rahi thi, uski duniya us bade ling tak seemit ho gayi thi jo uska muh bhar raha tha. Woh use bahut pasand karti thi, swaad, apmaan, uska dimaag is randi wale kaam mein kho gaya tha, kisi aur cheez se anjaan.


Mukesh ne meri or dekha, phir Maa ki or. “Yaad hai tumne kya kaha tha, Rekha? Ki Raj ko tumhare mere saath randi wale affair ke bare mein nahi pata chahiye? Ki tum meri gandi chhoti si raaz ho?”
Maa ne rukne ke bina sar hilaya, uska sar hilta raha, uske ling ke gird gunj rahi thi, uske muh ke konon par thook ke bubble ban rahe the.
Mukesh aur chawdi muskuraya. “Toh jano kya? Ab kamre mein koi aur bhi hai.”


Maa ne muh nikala, uljhi hui, uske ling ko behuda taur par sehlate hue. “Kya? Hum bas teen hain—main, tum, aur Anil wahan kharrate maar raha hai.”
Mukesh ne uske sar ko wapas neeche dhakela, use phir se choosne par majboor kiya. “Chooste raho, randi. Maine kaha ab kamre mein chaar log hain.”
Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, lekin woh choosti rahi, uska rhythm thoda ladkhada gaya jab usne bina ruke aaspaas dekhne ki koshish ki. 


Uska jism sakht ho gaya, uska mota pichhwada simat gaya, lekin uske muh mein ling ne use focus rakha. Achanak, woh jam gayi, uski aankh ke kone se mujhe dekha, uska chehra shock se safed ho gaya.
“Hey, Maa,” maine aam-sa muskurate hue kaha, aur nazdeek aaya. “Mere wajah se mat rukna.”


Maa bijli ke jhatke ki tarah uthi, bistar se chadar kheench kar apne nange jism ko dhaank liya, uske stann hil rahe the jab woh peechhe hati. “Raj! Oh my god, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?” usne chhoti si cheekh ke saath kaha, uski awaaz ghabrahat bhari fusfusaahat mein thi, Papa ki or dekhte hue jo neend mein gurra rahe the lekin jaage nahi.


“Apne kamre mein jao, Raj! Abhi!” usne siski, chadar ko apne seene se kaste hue, uska chehra sharam se laal, uski yoni abhi bhi uski taangon ke beech dikhayi de rahi thi jab tak usne adjust nahi kiya.
Mukesh ne beech mein bola, hasate hue. “Aaram se, Rekha. Use pata hai. Use kab se pata hai.”


Maa ki aankhein hum dono ke beech jhool gayi, uljhi hui. “Kya? Mukesh, tumhara matlab kya hai use pata hai? Kaise? Raj, batao yeh sach nahi hai.”
Main aage badha, meri awaaz shant. “Maa, mujhe tumhare Mukesh ke saath randi wale affair ke bare mein pata hai. Shuru se pata hai—almari mein chhupkar, uske tumhari gand chodte hue dekha, tumhe hamare parivaarik photo par uska veerya tapakte hue dekha. Maine uspar muth bhi maari.”


Maa ka muh khula reh gaya, shock mein. “Raj, aise gande shabd mat bolo! Tum mere bete ho—tum aise kaise baat kar sakte ho?” Usne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski aankhein ilzaam lagate hue. “Tumne… tumne use bataya?”


Mukesh ne tharki ki tarah muskuraya, uska ling abhi bhi sakht aur uske thook se chamak raha tha. “Nahi, usne khud pata laga liya. Samajhdaar ladka hai. Lekin chinta mat karo, Rekha—woh ismein cool hai.”
Maine sar hilaya, aur nazdeek aaya. “Maa, tum kuch galat nahi kar rahi ho. Tum bas wohi ho jo tum sach mein ho—ek hot, uttejit aurat jise ek asli ling chahiye. Papa boring hain, hamesha kaam mein, kabhi tumhe satisfy nahi karte. Mukesh tumhe woh deta hai jo tum chahti ho, aur yeh thik hai. Main iska samarthan karta hoon.”


Maa ki aankhein aansuon se bhar gayi, ek chhoti si siskari nikli jab usne sar hilaya. “Raj, nahi… mujhe vishwas nahi hota tumhe pata hai. Yeh sab ek galti hai—main kabhi nahi chahti thi ki tum mera yeh roop dekho.”
“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, uske bagal mein ghutne par baithte hue jab woh bistar se sarki, sharam mein ghutne par gir gayi, chadar thodi si sarki aur uske stann dikhayi diye. “Tumne koi galti nahi ki. Tum shandaar ho. 


Maine dekha kaise tumne uske ling ko uski gand se choosa, kaise tumne Papa ko us swaad ke saath chuma. Aur uske baad woh fart jab usne tumhari gand kheench di? Mazedaar aur hot.”
Maa ne rona band kiya, uski aankhein shock se chawdi. “Tumne… tumne yeh sab dekha? Photo bhi? Oh god, Raj…”


Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha. “Haan, aur use yeh pasand aaya. Mujhe bataya kaise tera pichhwada hila, kaise tumne mere ling ke liye bheek maangi. Ladke ka taste achha hai.”
Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha, hairan. “Tumhe pata tha woh dekh raha hai? Aur tumne mujhe nahi bataya?”


Maine tab Mukesh ki taareef ki. “Woh sabse best hai, Maa. Mukesh jaanta hai tujhe kaise handle karna hai, tujhe woh randi banana jo tum banna chahti ho.” Jab main bol raha tha, Mukesh neeche jhuka, Maa ke stann ko pakda, unhe kathor dabaya, uski ungliyaan uske nipples ko chikoti kaat rahi thi jab tak woh sakht nahi ho gaye.


Maa ne Mukesh se gusse mein fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi. “Mukesh, ruk jao! Raj ke samne nahi.” Woh gussa thi kyunki uska beta wahan tha, uske nange jism ko dekh raha tha, lekin uska jism usko dhoka de raha tha, uske nipples ubhar rahe the.
Mukesh ne jawab diya, use nazarandaaz karte hue, “Kyun nahi? Use yeh pasand hai.” Woh uske stann ragadta raha, uske saath ghutne par baith gaya, uska muh ek nipple par laga, zor se chooste hue, uski jeebh use chaat rahi thi jaise woh use kha raha ho.


“Maa, Mukesh uncle ko tumhare stann choosne do,” maine protsahit awaaz mein kaha. “Woh itne achhe lagte hain, bade aur rasile. Woh iske haqdaar hai itni achhi tarah se tujhe chodne ke baad.”
Maa ne mujhe daanta, uski awaaz teekhi lekin fusfusaahat mein. “Raj, tum aise kaise bol sakte ho? Tum mere bete ho—aise gande baatein band karo!”
“Sorry, Maa, lekin yeh sach hai,” maine jawab diya. “Maine dekha kaise tum uske liye siskiyaan bharti ho. Yeh hot hai. Main kya ban gaya hoon? Bas ek ladka jo tujhe khush dekhna chahta hai.”


Maa ne mujhe ghoora, uski aankhein chawdi. “Tum kya ban gaye ho, Raj? Yeh tum nahi ho—meri stann, meri… meri gand ke bare mein baat karna. Yeh galat hai.”
Maine use naram se samjhana shuru kiya. “Maa, tum ek achhi randi ho, aur randi hona achha hai. Iska matlab hai tum aazaad ho, zindagi ka maza le rahi ho, ek boring shaadi mein phanse rehne ke bajaye. Tum Mukesh ke ling ke haqdaar ho apni yoni aur gand mein, tujhe zor se charam par laane wala. Yeh empowering hai, Maa—apne jism ka malik banna, use apmaan karne dena kyunki yeh tujhe uttejit karta hai.”


Woh hairan thi, uska muh khula hua. “Raj, yeh shabd… mujhe vishwas nahi hota tum yeh bol rahe ho. Randi? Charam? Tumne yeh kahan se seekha?”
Tab Papa neend mein thoda sa muda, zor se gurraaya, uska haath phisal gaya. Maa jam gayi, uski aankhein uski or jhanki, jaldi se fusfusate hue. “Dekho? Woh hil raha hai! Agar woh jaag gaya aur hamein aise dekh liya toh?”


Mukesh uske nipple se hat gaya, muskurate hue. “Woh nahi jaagega, Rekha. Woh bevakoof Anil itna nashe mein hai ki uski patni ke stann chooste hue bhi notice nahi karega.”
Maa gussa ho gayi, uski awaaz fusfusaahat mein oonchi. “Use aise mat kaho, Mukesh! Woh mera pati hai.”
Maine beech mein bola, Papa ke bare mein bura bolte hue. “Maa, woh ek loser hai, hamesha anjaan. Tujhe chhup-chhup kar ghumne deta hai, yeh bhi nahi jaanta ki teri yoni Mukesh ke ling se kheench chuki hai.”


Maa mujhse hairan thi, uski aankhein chawdi. “Raj, tum apne baap ke bare mein aise kaise bol sakte ho? Woh ek achha aadmi hai—yeh band karo!”
Maine apni awaaz mazboot rakhte hue kaha. “Maa, main ismein thik hoon. Tum Mukesh ke saath zyada khush ho, aur yahi matter karta hai. Rona band karo; ise apnao.”


Mukesh ne uske samne meri taareef ki. “Dekha, Rekha? Aaj ke bete behtar hain—samajhdaar, supportive. Raj ek asli wala hai, apni maa ko woh randi hone deta hai jo woh hai.”
“Haan, Maa,” maine joda. “Main tujhe Mukesh ke saath randi wali harkatein karte hue dekhna chahta hoon, abhi, mere samne. Apni taangein failao, use tujhe chhoone do.”


Maa thodi si muskurayi, lekin sar hilaya, naughty shabd nikal gaye. “Tum chhote tharki, Raj. Apni maa se aise baat karna? Yaar, tum utne hi bure ho jitna woh.”
Mukesh ne bhi uska apmaan kiya, uske pichhwade par zor se thappad maara, awaaz dheere se goonji. “Wahi baat hai, Rekha—tum ab hamari randi ho. Mota pichhwada hamare liye hil raha hai.”


Maa ne shock ke bawajood muskuraya, thappad ne uski yoni ko phadka diya. “Tum harami, Mukesh,” usne khelte hue kaha, lekin woh khadi ho gayi jab usne use kheencha, uski chadar gir gayi, uska nanga jism phir se dikhayi diya.
Usne apne private areas chhupane ki koshish ki, uske hath uski yoni aur stann ko dhaank rahe the, sharmili lekin muskurati hui. “Main tumhare samne nangi nahi khadi reh sakti, Raj. Yeh bahut ajeeb hai—tum mere bete ho.”


“Chalo na, Maa,” maine kaha. “Maine sab kuch pehle hi dekh liya hai. Hath neeche karo; hamein woh sundar yoni dikhao.”
Mukesh ne joda, “Haan, Rekha, woh sahi hai. Use dekho tum kitni randi ho.”


Maa ne humein hairan kiya, dheere se maan gayi, uske hath neeche gir gaye, uska chehra laal. “Thik hai, tum dono harami. Jitna chahe dekho.”
Maine use yaad dilaya. “Maa, maine sab kuch dekha—kaise Mukesh ne teri badi gand chodi, teri gand ka chhed chawda kiya, teri yoni ko thoka jab tak tu chhidak nahi gayi.”


Uski aankhein badi ho gayi, shock mein, aur usne Mukesh ke baazu par thappad maara. “Tumne use barbaad kar diya, Mukesh! Mere bete ko is gande soch wala ladka bana diya.”
Mukesh hasa, mujhse poochte hue. “Tu kya kar raha tha jab dekh raha tha, Raj? Teri maa ki gand chudte hue muth maar raha tha?”
“Haan,” maine muskurate hue jawab diya. “Mera ling sehlate hue, jab tune uske veerya ko hamare photo par chhodne ko majboor kiya tab charam par pahuncha. Uski gand itni dheeli aur creamy lagi.”


Maa ne shock ke bawajood muskuraya. “Oh god, Raj… tumne sach mein yeh dekha?”
Mukesh ne aur gande sawal pooche. “Tujhe pasand aaya uska ling uski gand se chooste hue dekhna? Uska apna ganda swaad lena?”
“Yaar, bilkul,” maine kaha. “Yeh ganda tha lekin hot. Mujhe zor se charam par laaya.”


Main Maa ki or muda. “Maa, main tujhe Papa ke sote hue chudte hue dekhna chahta hoon. Yahan, abhi.”
Usne sar hilaya. “Nahi, Raj, main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai—Anil wahan hi hai.”
“Please, Maa,” maine bheek maangi. “Yeh itna hot hoga. Mukesh, use bolo.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Chalo, Rekha. Mere liye apne bete ke samne fail jao. Use dikhao kaise ek asli mard tujhe chodta hai.”
Woh akhir mein maan gayi, humse hairan. “Tum dono shaitaan ho… thik hai, karo. Lekin chupke se.”
Mukesh ne mujhse poocha. “Tujhe kahan chahiye main use chodu, Raj?”


“Uski gand,” maine jawab diya. “Mujhe pasand hai kaise woh hilti hai.”
“Gand kyun?” usne muskurate hue poocha.
“Kyunki yeh ganda hai, Maa ki gand ka chhed dheela aur taiyaar. Use phir se thokne se fart nikalo.”
Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha. “Tumhe yeh thik hai? Meri gand tumhare liye?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” Mukesh ne kaha, use nazdeek kheenchte hue, gehre chumte hue, unki jeebhein mil rahi thi jab woh usmein pighal gayi, uska pyar uske nange jism ko uske khilaf dabane ke tareeke mein saaf tha. “Tum meri randi ho, Rekha. Gand hi sahi hai.”
Jab woh chum rahe the, Maa ke hath uski peeth par ghoom rahe the, uska mota pichhwada uske ling se ragad raha tha. “Main tumse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” usne chumban ke beech fusfusaaya. “Meri gand ko zor se chodo, mujhe apne bete aur pati ke samne tumhari randi banao.”


Mukesh ne chumban toda, use palta, bistar ke kinaare par jhukaya, uska chehra Papa ke soye hue paon se inch door. “Apne gaal failao, Rekha. Raj ko apni gand ka chhed dikhao.”
Maa ne peechhe haath badhaya, apni gand ko alag kiya, uska puckered chhed humein wink kar raha tha, abhi bhi pichhle chudai se dheela. “Aise? Dekho kaise usne meri gand barbaad ki, Raj? Yeh ab sab uske liye hai.”


Main apni pant ke andar se apna ling sehla raha tha, dekhte hue. “Yaar, Maa, yeh perfect hai. Mukesh, andar daalo—use siskariyaan bharne do.”
Mukesh ne apne ling par thook phenka, use line kiya, pehle dheere se uski gand mein dhakela, inch by inch, uska chhed uske gird kheench raha tha. “Hamesha ki tarah tight, Rekha. Itne thokne ke baad bhi.”



  



Maa ne cheekh di, uski ungliyaan chadar mein dhansi. “Oh god, Mukesh, yeh itna bada hai… meri gand bhar raha hai. Raj, tum sach mein yeh dekhna chahte ho?”
“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, aur nazdeek aaya. “Ise peechhe dhakelo, jaise ek achhi randi.”
Usne kiya, uski gand uske ling ko nigal gayi, uske stann jhoom rahe the jab usne dhakke shuru kiye. “Mujhe chodo, Mukesh… zor se, jab Anil ek cuck ki tarah so raha hai.”


Mukesh ne uske pichhwade par thappad maara, awaaz teekhi lekin dheemi. “Wahi baat hai, tera pati ek pathar cuck hai, kharrate maar raha hai jab main teri gand ka maalik ban raha hoon.”
Maa ne aur tez siskariyaan bhari, uski yoni farsh par tapak rahi thi. “Haan, woh anjaan hai… lekin tum mujhe itna zor se charam par laate ho. Raj, yeh wahi hai jo tum chahte the? Teri maa ki gand chudte hue?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” maine jawab diya, apna ling bahar nikala, khule aam sehlate hue. “Papa ko dekho, Maa—use koi idea nahi ki uski patni ek ling ki randi hai.”
Papa ne phir se gurraaya, mudte hue, lekin soya raha. Maa sakht ho gayi. “Shh, chup… lekin rukna mat, Mukesh.”
Mukesh ne aur gehra thoka, uske andkosh uski yoni se takra rahe the. “Woh nahi jaagega, Rekha. Agar jaag bhi gaya, main pehle teri gand mein charam par aa jaunga.”


Maine gandi baatein jodi. “Maa, apni yoni ko ungli se chhoo jab woh teri gand chod raha hai. Mujhe dikhao kitni geeli ho.”
Maa ne neeche haath badhaya, apne bhagankur ko ragda. “Aise, Raj? Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai… oh yaar, Mukesh, main nazdeek hoon.”
Mukesh ne gurraaya. “Hamare liye charam par aao, randi. Apni gand se mera ling squeeze karo.”


Usne kiya, uska jism kaanp utha, ek dheemi cheekh ke saath woh charam par pahunchi, uski gand simat gayi, uske ling ke gird ek geela fart nikla, awaaz gandi aur tez thi.
Main hasa. “Wahi hai—fart! Papa show miss kar raha hai.”


Maa ne haanfte hue, peechhe muskurayi. “Tum tharki log… ab mujhmein charam par aao, Mukesh.”
Woh aur tez thoka, siskariyaan bharte hue. “Le lo, Rekha—meri veerya teri gand mein.”




Woh phata, gehre veerya chhodte hue, nikal kar kuch uske gaalon par tapka diya. Maa gir gayi, pichhwada upar, veerya tapak raha tha. “Yeh… teevra tha.”
Hum sab dheere se hase, kamra sex ki badboo se bhar gaya, Papa abhi bhi kharrate maar rahe the.

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Jab Mukesh ne Maa ki gand se apna ling nikala, uska ek mota veerya ka dher uske kheeche hue chhed se bahar nikla, dheere se uski andar wali jaangh par tapakta hua, jaise ek ganda yaad dilata hua uske vishwasghat ka. Maa thodi der ke liye bistar par jhuki rahi, uske mote pichhwade ke gaal abhi bhi uske apne hathon se failaye hue the, uski yoni uske apne ras se chamak rahi thi, kamra gand-chudai aur paseene ki musky badboo se bhar gaya tha.


Papa ke kharrate jaari rahe, sthir aur bevakoofana, jaise peechhe ek chainsaw chal rahi ho, bilkul anjaan ki uski patni ke barbaad hue gand ke chhed se veerya tapak raha hai, bas kuch feet door. Main wahan khada tha, mera ling abhi bhi bahar aur adha sakht, dheere se sehlate hue jab maine safed dhaage ko kheenchte aur carpet par girte hue dekha.


“Maa,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi lekin mazboot, muskurate hue aur nazdeek aate hue, “Uncle ka ling chooso. Ise saaf karo—yeh teri gand se poora geela hai.”
Maa dheere se seedhi hui, uski aankhein mujhpar tiki, shock se chawdi, uska chehra pehle se bhi zyada laal ho gaya. Usne chadar ko ab apni kamar ke gird dheele se pakda, lekin yeh uske ubharte stann ya uski jaangh par veerya ke dhaage ko chhupa nahi saka.


“Raj! Tune abhi kya kaha?” usne teekhi fusfusaahat mein kaha, Papa ke kharrate maarte roop ki or dekhte hue, uska muh thoda sa khula aur pillow par thodi si laar tapak rahi thi. “Tum apni maa se aise nahi bol sakte—uske ling ko choosna... oh god, tum kitne gande ho!”


Usne khelte hue mujhe daanta, mere baazu ke paas hawa mein thappad maarte hue, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi, sharam aur us bighdi uttejana ka mishran jo usne apna liya tha. “Tum bahut bold ho rahe ho, jawaan ladke. Tumhare papa kya kahenge agar unhone suna ki tum mujhe... aisa karne ko keh rahe ho?”


Papa ne neend mein aur zor se gurraaya, chadar ke neeche apni taang hilaayi, lekin uski aankhein band rahi, uski saans pills ki wajah se bhaari aur gehri thi. Maa ka khelta hua lehja uski ghabrahat chhupa raha tha, lekin woh uske nipples ke dobara sakht hone ko nahi chhupa saki, ya uski nazar ka Mukesh ke ling par jana, jo abhi bhi gand ke ras aur bache hue veerya se geela aur chamakta hua tha.


Uske aur bolne se pehle, Maa ne peechhe haath badhaya, apni gand ko dono hathon se aur chawda failaya, uske gaal alag hote hue us loose, gulabi chhed ko dikhaya, jo thokne se thoda sa khula hua tha. Mukesh ka ek taja veerya ka dher bahar nikla, mota aur creamy, uske crack par aur uski yoni ke honthon par beh gaya, uske paon ke beech farsh par jama ho gaya. Yeh ganda tha, jis tarah yeh uski twacha par chipka, dhaage jaisa aur safed, use uski randi ke roop mein mark karta hua jab woh khatam ho chuka tha.







Mukesh dheeme se hasa, uske pichhwade ke gaal par halke se thappad maarte hue, jisse woh hila. “Dekho isse, Rekha—teri gand mera doodh ugal rahi hai jaise ek achhi chhoti doodh wali randi. Ab shayad khali lag raha hai, na? Sab kheech gaya aur geela.”
Maine sar hilaya, mera ling dobara jeevit hota hua. “Haan, Maa, yeh hot hai. Teri gand tapakti ja rahi hai jaise ek nal—Uncle ne tujhe sach mein bhar diya. Thoda aur dabao; dekhein aur tapke.”


Maa ne apna honth kaata, uska chehra sharam aur thrill ka mishran, lekin usne dheere se dabaya, uski gand ka chhed simat gaya jab Mukesh ka ek aur ganda veerya ka dher gira, dheere se chhidakta hua.


“Tum dono janwar ho,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz bhaari, apne gaal chhodte hue aur unhe wapas ek saath takraane dete hue. “Meri gand itni istemaal hui lagti hai... lekin yaar, mujhe yeh pasand hai. Mukesh ka woh doodh itna garam, aise bahar nikal raha hai. Mujhe ek gandi patni jaisa mehsoos hota hai.”


Mukesh meri or muda, uski aankhein taareef se chamak rahi thi, uska ling hil raha tha jab woh Maa ke aur nazdeek aaya. “Dekha, Raj? Ladke mein dum hai—apni maa se ling choosne ke liye keh raha hai jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi. Tu natural hai, dost. Tujhe aise baat karne par garv hai; is fucked-up parivaar mein cheezon ko real rakhta hai.”


Maa ne use ghoora, lekin yeh ek muskurahat mein badal gaya jab usne apni jaangh se veerya ka ek dhaaga saaf kiya. “Oh, chup kar, Mukesh. Yeh sab teri galti hai—tune mere pyare Raj ko tharki bana diya, uske dimaag ko apne gande ideas se bhar diya. Ab woh mujhe gand chudte hue dekh raha hai aur mujhe tumhara ling saaf karne ko keh raha hai? Tum kaisa example set kar rahe ho?”


Mukesh ne kandha uchkaya, apna ling pakad kar dheere se sehlaaya, uske sar par gand ke bache hue ras ko smear karte hue. “Hey, maine pehle tujhe ek achhi randi banaya, na? Yaad hai jab tu sab shant aur sushil thi, Rekha? Ab dekho tujhe—gand mere veerya se bhari, yoni tapak rahi, aur mang rahi hai. Agar maine ladke ko bigada, toh isliye ki usne tujhe pehle randi bante hue dekha aur tujhse seekha. Sahi hai na, Raj?”


Main muskuraya, aur nazdeek aaya, meri aankhein Maa ke laal chehre par. “Bilkul, Maa, maine tujhse seekha. Uncle sahi hai—tu ab apne aap ka behtar version hai. Ek hot, ling pasand karne wali randi jo apni gand barbaad hone se charam par pahunchti hai. Maan lo; tujhe yeh tarah rehna pasand hai, chahe Papa wahan bevakoof ki tarah kharrate maar rahe hon.”


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, meri saafgoyi se hairan, lekin usne dheere se sar hilaya, uski saans ruk gayi. “Yaar, Raj... tu sahi hai. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main apne bete se yeh kahungi, lekin haan, randi hona... itna achha lagta hai. Jaise main ab saans le sakti hoon.”


Main aage jhuka, meri awaaz dheemi hui. “Achha. Toh, kya tu ise choosne wali hai, Maa? Uncle ka ling seedha teri gand se—yeh sab ganda aur musky hai. Tune pehle kiya tha; mere liye phir se karo.”


Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski aankhein uske saath ek chhoti si muskurahat ke saath band hui, uski jeebh behoshi mein apne honthon ko geela karne ke liye bahar nikli. Hawa mein tanaav tha, Papa ke kharrate hi us tanaav ko todne wali awaaz thi.


Mukesh ne uski nazar pakdi, wapas muskurate hue. “Kya hone wala hai, Rekha? Tera ladka achhe se maang raha hai. Is gand ke swaad wale ling ko chooso aur dikhao ki tu kitni randi hai.”
Maa jhijhaki, uski muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi. “Tum jaante ho main tumhe resist nahi kar sakti, Mukesh. Lekin Raj ke dekhne ke saath? Thik hai... tere liye.” Woh meri or mudi, uski awaaz chhedte hue. “Khush ho na, tharki beta? Mommy ab Mukesh ke gande ling ko saaf karegi jo meri badboodar gand ke andar tha.”


Phir woh dheere se ghutne par baithi, uske ghutne carpet par ek dheemi awaaz ke saath takraaye, lekin pehle, usne Papa ki or dekha, uski aankhein uske kharrate maarte chehre par thehri, uska seena shaanti se uthta-girta hua. “Anil... please sote raho,” usne apne aap se fusfusaaya, uska hath kaanpta hua jab usne Mukesh ke ling ki or haath badhaya.


“Papa ki chinta mat karo, Maa,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dilasa deti hui, uske bagal mein ghutne par baithte hue behtar view ke liye. “Woh behosh hai—woh pills apna kaam kar rahi hain. Agar woh jaag bhi gaya, toh shayad sochta hoga yeh ek sapna hai tujhe aise dekhkar.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uske baalon ko naram se sehlate hue. “Haan, Rekha, us buddhe ko sone do. Yeh hamara waqt hai—tera, mera, aur ab Raj ka. Tu ismein itni perfect randi hai; aksar patniyaan bhaag jaati hain, lekin tu? Tu ghutne par baithti hai aur gand ke swaad wale ling ke liye bheek mangti hai.”


Maa ne aah bhari, uski aankhein Papa par ek pal aur thehri, phir usne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski awaaz dheemi aur sultry. “Main ek randi hoon, thik hai. Tere ling ne mujhe ek banaya, Mukesh. Ruk nahi sakti—mera muh sirf teri gand ka swaad sochkar paani bhar aata hai. Aur taareef karo; yeh meri yoni ko phadka deta hai.”


“Tu sabse behtar randi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne fusfusaaya, uska angutha uske honthon par trace karte hue. “Lalchi, gandi, aur poori meri. Ab dikhao.”
Maa ne akhir mein uske ling ke gird apni ungliyaan lapeti, ise base par mazboot pakadte hue, uska touch dhyan se aur janbujhkar, bilkul pehle ki tarah.


Usne ise dheere se upar-neeche ragda, uski hatheli neeche ke hisse se bachti hui jahan gand ka residue sabse mota tha—uski apni chhed ki musky, kadwi chamak wahan ek gande raaz ki tarah chipki hui thi. Uski ungliyaan naram se mud gayi, thodi si slickness ko uski jaangh par saaf karte hue, uski naak thodi si sikudi jab badboo us tak pahunchi, woh kacchi, dharti jaisi gand aur veerya ki badboo.


Woh savdhaan thi, lagbhag hygienic apne strokes mein, shaft ko is tarah angle karti hui ki saaf upar wala hissa uske honthon ki or ho, jaise woh yeh pretend kar sakti thi ki yeh ganda nahi hai agar usne iska sabse bura hissa nahi chakkha.
Mukesh ne notice kiya, dheeme se hasa. “Chalo na, Rekha, picky mat bano. Bas ise chooso—poora. Apni gand ka swaad chakh lo jo tujhe itna pasand hai. Mujhe pata hai mera ling ganda hai.”


Main bhi bol pada, mera ling ab poori tarah sakht ho gaya. “Haan, Maa, karo na. Ragadne se saaf nahi hoga, tera muh hi ekmatra cheez hai jo kaam karegi. Uncle ke gand wale ling ko chooso jaise tu ek randi hai.”


Maa thodi peechhe hati, uski aankhein uske ling par, ghin flicker karti hui uske chehre par jab usne badboodar gandh li—paseena, veerya, aur uski kheech hui gand ka unmistakable tang. “Yaar, Mukesh, yeh itna ganda hai... meri gand ki badboo is par hai. Main dekh sakti hoon residue, sab chipchipa aur gross. Tum sach mein chahte ho main ise dobara apne muh mein daaloon?”


Uske aur virodh karne se pehle, Mukesh ka hath uske sar ke peechhe chala gaya, uski ungliyaan uske baalon mein mazbooti se, lagbhag kathor taur par uljhi. “Bura laga, randi,” usne gurraaya, aage dhakka dete hue. Usne apna poora ling ek zor daar harkat mein uske muh mein daal diya, sar uske honthon se guzarta hua, jeebh par, aur gale ke neeche tak jab tak uski naak uske pubes se nahi takraayi. Uske gaal ubhar gaye, uski aankhein shock se chawdi hui jab woh geele taur par gag ki, aankhon ke konon mein aansoo ubhar aaye, lekin usne use wahan pakda, uski pakad na dabne wali.








Maa ki aankhein uski aankhon se band hui, pehle badi aur bheek mangti hui, phir gusse aur samarpan ke mishran se tang hui, uska gala us ghusedaar cheez ke gird sankoch karta hua. Uske muh ke konon par thook ke bubble ban gaye, uski thodi se neeche tapakte hue jab usne adjust karne ki koshish ki, uske hath uski jaanghon par dheeme se dabaye. Yeh itna ganda tha—meri apni maa, jisne mujhe pala, ek ling choos rahi thi jo uski gand se taja tha, wahi chhed jahan se uska gobar nikalta hai.


Is taboo ka jhatka zor se laga: uski jeebh, jo mujhe goodnight kiss ke liye thi, ab gand ke swaad wale meat ke gird ghoom rahi thi; uske honth, jo college events par muskurate the, ab uske apne jism ke gandagi se contaminated cheez ke gird kheeche hue the. Yeh apmaanjanak tha, galatpan mein itna achha, maternal purity ko pornographic depravity mein badalta hua, aur isne mera ling dekhkar hi precum tapka diya.


“Yaar, Mukesh,” maine kaha, tezi se sehlate hue, “tu uske muh ka maalik ban raha hai jaise ek pro. Uski aankhein dekho—plate jaisi chawdi, lekin woh le rahi hai. Aur gehra, use is gand wale ling par choke karo. Use woh chhed ka swaad chakhne do jahan se gobar nikalta hai.”


Maine tab use gande naam se bulana shuru kiya, shabd bahar nikal rahe the kyunki yeh taakat ka nasha dilchasp tha—use ghatte hue dekhna, yeh jaan kar ki main yeh raaz uske upar rakhta hoon, mujhe dominance ka hissa banaya. “Achhe se chooso, tu gandi ling choosne wali Maa. Tu kitni gandi randi hai, Uncle ke ling par apne gande chhed ka swaad chakhti hui.”


Mukesh bhi shamil ho gaya, ab dheeme se dhakke dete hue, uske hips hil rahe the. “Haan, Raj sahi hai—yeh kutiya sabse buri maa hai. Ghutne par, gand wale ling par gag karti hui jab uska pati kharrate maar raha hai? Kaisa example hai yeh ladke ke liye? Pathar, Rekha, lekin yaar, yeh hot hai.”
“Main sehmat hoon,” maine kaha, meri awaaz utsuk, apne ling par muththi chalate hue. 


“Tu ek buri maa hai, Maa—chhup chhup kar ghumti hai, Uncle ko teri gand barbaad karne deti hai, ab apni gandagi ko deepthroat karti hai. Lekin mujhe yeh pasand hai; ek randi maa sabse best hai. Yahan cheezon ko exciting rakhti hai.”


Mukesh ke hath uske sar ko mazboot rakhe, ab uske chehre ke dono taraf ek-ek hath, jaise woh ek fleshlight chod raha ho. Usne adha nikal kar phir se zor se daala, uska ling uske gale mein dikhayi deta ubhar, uski gurgles geeli aur dheemi. Har dhakke ke saath thook udta tha, uske stann hil rahe the, uske ghutne carpet par ragadte hue jab woh is zor se hili. Usne ek rhythm banaya, pehle dheema aur gehra, uske sangharsh ko mazaa lete hue, phir tezi se, uske andkosh uski thodi se takra rahe the, kamra geele, glucking awaazon se bhar gaya.


“Apne pati ko dekho jab tu mera ling choosti hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hukm diya, uski awaaz nafs se bhaari, uske baalon ko modkar uska sar angle kiya. “Kyunki yeh tujhe yaad dilata hai ki tu kitni dhokhebaaz randi hai, pati wahan hi hai, anjaan, jab tu kisi aur mard ke gand wale ling ko nigalti hai. Apmaan ko aur meetha karta hai, na?”







Maine muskurate hue joda. “Haan, Maa, use ghooro. Socho agar woh jaag gaya aur yeh dekh liya—uski pure patni ek gutter randi ban gayi.”
Maa ki aankhein aur paani se bhar gayi, lekin usne Mukesh ke guide karne par apna sar thoda sa ghumaya, uski nazar Papa ke kharrate maarte chehre par tiki, uska muh khula, uske gaal par thodi si laar. Woh itni sharminda aur dardnaak lagi—gaal laal, mascara aansuon se beh raha tha, honth Mukesh ke shaft ke gird obscene tarah se kheeche hue, uska jism zor se gag na karne ki koshish mein kaanpta hua. 


Uski aankhein Papa ke soye hue roop se chupke se bheek maang rahi thi, jaise woh maafi maang rahi ho jabki uska gala kisi aur mard ke ling ko doodh raha tha, uski jeebh anichchhuk taur par uske gand ke swaad ko chaat rahi thi. Yeh dil todne wala aur uttejak tha, uski maternal bhakti is erotic haar mein toot gayi.



Mukesh ke dhakke beqaabu ho gaye, uski saans ruk rahi thi jab yeh nazara use had paar kar gaya—Maa ka dardnaak nazar apne pati par, sab ka khatra, uske gale ka uske ling ko vice ki tarah squeeze karna. “Yaar, Rekha... mera doodh le lo,” usne gurraaya, ek baar aur gehre daalte hue, uska ling pulsate karta hua jab usne garam doodh seedha uske gale mein chhod diya, ek ke baad ek dher uske muh mein bhar gaya jab tak woh overflow nahi ho gaya, safed nadiyaan uske honthon se nikal gayi.


Usne use wahan pakda, use nigalne par majboor kiya, uska hath uske jaw ko band karke. “Ek boond bhi mat tapkao, randi. Is gande doodh ko poora nigal lo.”
Maa ne sankoch ke saath nigla, uska gala uske gird kaam karta hua, aansoo behte hue jab usne hukm maana, kadwa, namkeen veerya aur gand residue ka mishran neeche sarka. Usne jab woh use chhoda toh haanfte hue muh nikala, dheere se khansi, uski jeebh par veerya, lekin usne sab le liya.



Yeh dekhkar mujhe toot gaya—main tezi se sehla raha tha, mere andkosh kase hue, aur maine apna doodh apne hath par chhod diya jab maine muth maari, mota spurts garam aur chipchipa mere hath par gira, mere ghutne jhuk gaye jab maine har boond nikali, Maa ke apmaan ka nazara bahut zyada tha.
“Yaar, Maa,” maine haanfte hue kaha, apna hath apni shirt par saaf karte hue, “mujhe vishwas nahi tha tu Uncle ke ling se teri gand ka sab ganda samaan choos legi. Yeh itna ganda hai—apne chhed ka swaad chakha, jahan se gobar nikalta hai, Papa wahan hi hote hue. Lekin tune kiya, jaise ek champ.”


Maa ne apna muh saaf kiya, khelte hue mujhe ghoora uske bigde hue makeup ke zariye. “Oh, chup kar, tu chhota ganda. Vishwas ya na, maine yeh uske liye kiya. Aur tu apne hath par muth maar raha hai apni maa ko dekhte hue? Naughty ladka. Tu ek bura beta ban gaya hai.”
Mukesh hasa, use baazu se kheench kar uthaya. “Ladke ka point hai, Rekha. Tu ek achhi randi hai, gand chudi aur sab kuch. Mujhe apni randi par garv hai.”


Maa ne aankhein ghumayi, lekin muskurayi, khelte hue hum dono ko daanta. “Tum dono tharki—mujh par aise gang banate hue. Ek mujhe apna ganda ling choosne deta hai, doosra uspar muth marta hai. Main tum dono ka kya karungi?”


Tab, Papa hila, uske kharrate ek siskari mein ladkhadaye, uski palkein phadphadaayi jab woh kuch aspasht bole, chadar ke neeche hilte hue.
Maa ghabra gayi, uski aankhein chawdi ho gayi, jaldi se chadar poori tarah apne nange jism ke gird kheench li. “Oh nahi, Anil jaag ne wala hai, woh jaag raha hai! Raj, Mukesh, chhupo! Bahar niklo, abhi!”


Mukesh muskuraya, ek inch bhi nahi hila, uska dheela ling latak raha tha. “Use jaagne do, Rekha. Main chahta hoon woh buddha jaane ki tu kitni randi hai—dekh uski patni mere veerya se dhaki hui hai, muh gand ke swaad se bhara hua. Yeh use barbaad kar dega, aur sach kahoon? Yahi baat hai. Teri shaadi waise bhi ek mazak hai; waqt hai woh jaane tu meri hai.”


Maa ka chehra safed ho gaya, uski awaaz bechain fusfusaahat mein. “Nahi, Mukesh, please! Meri shaadi barbaad mat karo—Anil ek achha aadmi hai, chahe woh boring ho. Mujhe yeh parivaar ek saath rakhna hai, Raj ke liye. Bheek maangti hoon, chhupo ya kuch karo!”


Maine kandha uchkaya, apni pant band karte hue. “Maa, mujhe Papa ki parwah nahi hai ab. Woh anjaan hai, tujhe us randi hone se rok raha hai jo tu pasand karti hai. Use jalne do; hum behtar honge.”


Maa ne mujhe dekha, khelte hue daanta bhi jab woh kaanpti hui muskurayi. “Raj, tu dil se kathor cheez—apne baap ke bare mein aise bol raha hai? Lekin... yaar, tu ab Mukesh jaisa hai, na?” Uski aankhein Papa ki or wapas jhanki, jo ek aah ke saath shant ho gaya, kharrate dheere se shuru hue.
Mukesh ne mujhe sar hilaya, phir apna baazu mere kandhon par daala, uska dheela ling uski jaangh se chhoota jab hum darwaze ki or mude. “Chalo, Raj—randi ko uske pati ke saath chhod dete hain.” 


Hum ek saath bedroom se bahar chale, Mukesh ka hath mere kandhe par bhaari aur bhaichara bhara, mujhe hallway se baithak tak le jaate hue, hamare ling dono dheele aur latakte hue, har kadam ke saath hilte hue. Ghar mein ek bijli jaisa ehsaas tha, nazdeeki miss ke saath, Papa ke kharrate peechhe dheeme hote hue jab hum sofa par gir gaye, dheere se haste hue.


Agla din, main college se ghar aaya, mera backpack ek kandhe par latka hua, dopahar ka sooraj khidkiyon se chhanta hua jab maine samne ka darwaza khola. Ghar mein lunch ke curry ki badboo thi, lekin kuch galat tha—kitchen se oonchi awaazein, teekhi aur gusse wali, hawa ko chhedti hui jaise chaku.


Maa aur Papa jhagad rahe the, unke shabd tiles se goonj rahe the, aur mere chehre par ek muskurahat phail gayi jab maine ek pal ke liye suna aur phir darwaza dheere se band kiya. Mujhe unka jhagda sunna itna khush karta tha; yeh mere kaanon ke liye sangeet tha, ek ishara ki Mukesh ka plan unki shaadi ko barbaad karne ka kaam kar raha tha.


Kyun? Kyunki Maa Papa ke boring routine se behtar ke haqdaar thi—woh use satisfy nahi kar sakta tha, us randi ko sambhal nahi sakta tha jo woh Mukesh ke ling ke neeche ban gayi thi. Unke jhagde us jhooth ko tod rahe the, use poori tarah hamare gandagi aur aazaadi ke duniya mein dhakel rahe the, aur sach kahoon, yeh mujhe uttejit karta tha ki parivaar ke cracks chawde ho rahe hain, yeh jaan kar ki maine is sab par muth maari thi.


Main dheere se kitchen ki or gaya, mere sneakers hallway ke carpet par khamosh, darwaze ke paas jhankte hue jo adha khula tha. Papa sink ke paas khade the, uska chehra laal, ek chhota kaala buttplug uske hath mein hil raha tha, woh jo Mukesh ne Maa ko pehli chudai ke baad pehnaya tha, abhi bhi kal raat ke kisi bhi istemaal se geela. Maa counter ke paas jhuki hui thi, uske blouse ke upar baazu bandhe hue, uske baal peechhe bandhe lekin bikhre hue, uska expression virodhi aur rude, jaise use Papa ke gusse ki koi parwah nahi thi.


“Anil, yeh tu kya kar raha hai iske saath?” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz disrespect se tapakti hui, hawa mein cheen kar jaise woh use chheen sakti ho. “Ise neeche rakho—yeh tera kaam nahi hai.”


Papa ki aankhein ubhar gayi, uske lehje se hairan, plug ko aur ooncha pakadte hue jaise court mein saboot ho. “Mera kaam nahi? Rekha, yeh hamare bedroom ke drawer mein hai, maine tujhe iske bare mein chEtavani di thi! Ek buttplug? Tu yeh cheez istemaal kar rahi hai? Kyun? Kab se tu mere peechhe apni gand mein yeh samaan daal rahi hai? Khud ko samjhao!”


Maa ne kadwe taur par hasa, aankhein ghumate hue, uska jawab rude aur kaatne wala. “Oh, please, Anil—bada ho ja. Haan, main ise istemaal karti hoon. Seedha apni gand mein daal deti hoon jab mujhe kuch mehsoos karna hota hai. Tera ling ab yeh kaam nahi karta. Khush ho ab?”
Papa peechhe hata, uska muh khulta-band hota hua jaise ek machhli, uske badlav se hairan—yeh woh narmi wali patni nahi thi jo gande jokes par sharma jaati thi; yeh woh aurat thi jisne apni gand se veerya chakkha tha, jisne apne bete ke samne aur mang kiya tha. 

“Rekha... tujhe kya ho gaya? Tu pehle itni... sushil thi. Ab aise bol rahi hai? Apni gand mein toys daal rahi hai? Tu bilkul alag insaan lagti hai. Yeh badlav kyun? Kaun daal raha hai yeh ideas tere dimaag mein?”


Maa aur nazdeek aayi, uski awaaz taane wali. “Alag? Shayad main akhir jaag gayi, Anil. Tere vanilla bakwas se thak gayi hoon. Aur haan, main ek randi banna chahti hoon—ek poori randi jiski gand kachi chudai jati hai. Ruk nahi sakti; yeh bahut achha lagta hai. Meri yoni aur gand iske liye tarasti hain, tere naram thapkiyon ke liye nahi.”


Papa ka chehra rangheen ho gaya, uska hath thoda sa uske seene par jakda, gussa ubal raha tha. “Ek randi? Tu randi banna chahti hai? Rekha, yeh ghinona hai! Main tujhe chetaavani de raha hoon—abhi yeh band kar, warna tujhe pachtaayega. Hamari shaadi koi mazak nahi hai! Raj kya kahega agar usne tujhe dekha ya suna aise bolte hue?”


Main apni chhupne ki jagah se hasi daba di, mera seena dheere se hil raha tha. Maine unhe kabhi aise jhagadte nahi dekha tha, ek baar bhi nahi meri zindagi mein—Papa hamesha shanti banane wala, Maa wafadar patni. Lekin uske garv bhare, besharm jawabon ko sunna? Ise mujhe garv mehsoos hua; woh apni randi wali harkat ko own kar rahi thi, Mukesh ne jo randi chhodi thi, Papa ke pakhand ke khilaf khadi thi. Yeh empowering tha, use aazaad hote dekhna, aur yeh mujhe uttejit karta tha, yeh jaan kar ki maine use yeh bold, veerya nigalne wali vixen bante hue dekha tha.
Papa khatam nahi hue, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui jab woh tehel raha tha. “Aur tu ab saaf-suthri bhi nahi hai, Rekha! Kapde idhar-udhar, bartan jama hue—tujhe kya ho gaya? Abhi bhi woh porn ka kachra dekh rahi hai? Kal mujhe tere phone par nangi tasveerein mili—tere stann bahar, gand failayi hui jaise koi bechain randi. Yeh kyun hai? Tu kisko bhej rahi hai inhe? Aur late nights, paseena? Tu kuch bada chhupa rahi hai—maan lo!”
Maa ki aankhein chamki, lekin woh peechhe nahi hati, uske jawab aur bhi randi wale ho gaye, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi, jaise woh use apne badlav se taane de rahi ho. “Saaf-suthri? Saaf-suthri ko goli maaro, Anil—main gand mein chudna chahti hoon, kathor aur gehra, jab tak main seedha nahi chal sakti. Porn? Haan, main har raat dekhti hoon, apni yoni ko ungli se chhedti hui bade ling tight chhedon ko barbaad karte hue. Woh nudes? Main leti hoon kyunki mujhe apna mota pichhwada aur geeli yoni dikhana pasand hai—bas pose karne se meri yoni bheeg jati hai. Late nights? Tab main apni gand mein toys daal kar cheekhte hue charam par aati hoon. Tujhe lagta hai main chhupa rahi hoon? Main ise apna rahi hoon, tu prude. Mujhe ek asli randi banna hai, jhuk kar bhari jati hai, tera boring bistar garam karne wali nahi.”


Papa ladkhadaaya, uska chehra safed ho gaya, ek hath uske seene par gaya jab woh haanfne laga, apni shirt ko kaste hue jaise yeh uske dil ke gird kasi ja rahi ho. Woh dheere se ghutne par baith gaya, uske ghutne kitchen ke farsh par jhuk gaye, uski saans chhoti, ragadti hui aayi, uske maathe par paseena ubhar aaya.


Aam taur par, Papa ko koi dil ki samasya nahi thi—woh apni umar ke hisaab se fit the, subah jogging karte, sahi khaana khaate—lekin Maa ke besharm shabd ne use sledgehammer ki tarah maara, uski narmi wali patni ke randi wale baaton ka shock uske system ke liye zyada tha, ek teekha dard trigger karta hua jo use jhuka diya.


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi—sachchi chinta se nahi, balki ek pal ke liye calculation ke saath, jaldi se chinta ke roop mein chhupa. Woh uski or daudi, ghutne par baith gayi aur apne baazu uske kandhon ke gird lapet liye, use apne seene ke khilaf uthaate hue, uski awaaz jhoothi chinta mein badli. “Anil! Oh god, tu thik hai? Kya hua—tera seena? Mujhse baat kar!”


Papa ne siskari bhari, uska chehra bhura, dheeme se use hataate hue. “Rekha... dard ho raha hai... bas... shock, lagta hai. Tere shabd... chakuon ki tarah.”
Maa ne uski peeth sehlaayi, uska touch naram lekin uska dimaag kahin aur—chinta ka natak karte hue kyunki use shaadi ko dikhawe ke liye chalaye rakhna tha, mere liye, chahe uski yoni shayad us taakat par phadak rahi ho jo uske paas thi. “Anil, saans le—dheere. Kya yeh tera dil hai? Doctor ko bulaoon? Tujhe hospital le jaaon abhi?”


“Nahi... koi hospital nahi,” Papa ne ragadti awaaz mein kaha, uski or jhukte hue, uski aankhein band. “Bas... aaram. Mujhe sofa tak le chalo. Yaar, Rekha, tu mujhe kya kar rahi hai?”


“Bilkul, kuch bhi,” Maa ne mithi awaaz mein kaha, use apni taakat se uthaate hue, uska baazu uske kandhe par rakhte hue jab woh use baithak ki or le gayi. “Mujh par jhuk jao, Anil. Tu mujhe dara raha hai—exact kahan dard hai?”


“Seena... tight,” usne bola, dheeme se chalte hue. “Bas letna hai. Waada karo tu yeh... yeh baatein band kar degi.”
“Shh, ab aaram karo,” usne dilasa diya, chahe uski aankhein thodi si ghumi jab woh nahi dekh sakta tha.


Mujhe pata tha Papa ko Maa ke shabd ne shock kiya tha jisse uske dil mein dard hua. Usne vishwas nahi kiya jo uski patni ne kaha tha.
Tab main wahan aaya, kitchen ke darwaze mein chawdi, jhoothi chinta wali aankhon ke saath, apna backpack giraate hue. “Papa? Maa? Kya hua? Main abhi ghar aaya—kya ho raha hai?”


Maa ne meri or dekha, uska chehra ek pal mein shant ho gaya. “Raj, beta—tere papa ko tabiyat thik nahi hai. Seene mein dard, stress se. Meri madad karo use bedroom tak le jaane mein?”
Main daudkar gaya, Papa ka doosra baazu pakda, meri awaaz jhoothi chinta se bhari. “Papa, tu thik hai? Kya dard hai? Ambulance bulaoon?”
Papa ne meri or dekha, uska chehra tanaav bhara, ek dheemi muskurahat ke liye zor lagate hue. 


“Raj... main thik hoon, beta. Bas... teri maa ke saath jhagda. Thak gaya. Bistara hi chahiye. Paani, shayad?”
Mujhe nahi pata tha Maa ke besharm shabd use is tarah maar sakte hain—ek mazboot aadmi ko ek jhukta hua mess bana diya, uske dil ko pakadte hue uske randi wale confessions ke verbal jhatke se. Yeh surreal tha, uski gandagi ki taakat dekhna, kaise isne uski duniya ko bina chhue hi toot diya.


Humne Papa ko bedroom tak saath diya, Maa aur main use hallway se adha utha kar le gaye, uske pair thoda sa ghasitate hue. Maine raaste mein kitchen se ek glass paani liya, use dete hue jab Maa ne use bistar par litaya, uske takiye ko zyada dikhawa ke saath theek kiya. “Le, Papa—ise dheere se piyo. Dheemi saans.”


“Thanks, Raj,” Papa ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, kaanpta hua paani piya, uska rang dheere se wapas aata hua jab woh peechhe leta. “Tum bacche... mere liye bahut achhe ho. Rekha, baad mein baat karte hain. Aur... jhagda nahi.”


Maa ne sar hilaya, uske hath ko thapthapaate hue. “Aaram karo, Anil. Main chai banati hoon.” Lekin jab hum kamre se bahar nikle, darwaza dheere se band karte hue, maine uski smirky pakdi, natak ek mask ki tarah utar gaya.


Hallway mein, usne mujhse fusfusaaya, “Close call, na? Tere papa soch se zyada mazboot hain.”
Main muskuraya. “Haan, lekin Maa... woh shabd? Tune use barbaad kar diya. Bahut hot tha. Tune ek achhi randi ki tarah baat ki lekin mujhe yeh pasand aaya.”


Usne khelte hue mera baazu thapthapaya. “Chup, tu. Ab dinner mein meri madad kar—parivaar pehle.”
Hum kitchen ki or wapas gaye, jhagde ki goonj baaki thi, lekin ghar thoda halka, aazaad laga, Papa ka control thoda aur khisakta hua.

[Deepak_bull]

Woow hot story, update please

[22ndperson1985]

this is very nice story and i shall want to read it more with more adventurous