23-08-2025, 12:46 AM
Jab raat hui, main bistar par leta tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab Mukesh ne diya secret phone mere takiye ke neeche bhinbhina. Yeh woh burner phone tha jo usne apne ghar par diya tha, hamare plan ko seal karte hue Mom ko phasane ke liye. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Anil sitting room se na sun sake.
“Raj, mera ladka,” Mukesh ki awaaz naram, smug thi. “Teri mom kal ke liye taiyaar hai. Woh phir meri hai, jaise maine kaha tha.”Maine nigla, Mom ki kaanpti awaaz phone par yaad aayi. “Haan, maine use suna. Woh gussa thi, par usne tujhe yahan aane dene ko agree kiya.” Mukesh hasa, ek dheemi, gandi hasi. “Gussa? Woh bas drama hai. Maine tujhe kaha tha, Raj, teri mom ek randi hai. Main auraton ko jaanta hoon—unhe asli lund ka swaad do, aur woh lat lag jati hain. Woh tab se mera lund crave kar rahi hai jab maine ek mahina pehle uski chut aur gaand ka chhed choda. Hamara plan, woh video, woh gifts jo tune deliver kiye? Fucking jaadu ki tarah kaam kiya.”Maine andhere mein sar hilaya, mera lund hilne laga.
“Tu sahi tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, guilt excitement ke saath mil raha tha. “Woh abhi bhi tujhmein interested hai, chahe woh isse lad rahi ho.” “Bilkul sahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur garv se bhara. “Woh mujhe resist nahi kar sakti, Raj. Woh meri dress, meri panties pehen rahi hai, kal tu dekhna. Aur main bas usse nahi chodunga—main sure karunga woh kabhi tere bewakoof papa ke paas wapas na jaye. Anil khatam hai. Main chahta hoon tera papa jaldi mar jaye.”
Mera pet murch gaya, par mera lund aur zor se dhadka. “Tu yeh kaise karega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz utsauk, uske jadu mein phasi. Usne hasa, is baar aur gahra. “Kal aa aur dekh, Raj. Tere ghar par, dopahar 2 baje. Tu dekhna main kaise use hamesha ke liye meri randi banata hoon. Woh Anil ko bilkul bhool jayegi.” “Tu sach mein sochta hai tu use usse door kheech sakta hai?” maine pucha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
“Use darr hai woh pata laga lega.”“Darr?” Mukesh ne snort kiya. “Wahi toh maza hai. Anil ek murda aadmi hai, Raj. Main serious hoon—main sure kar sakta hoon woh hamesha ke liye picture se bahar ho. Thodi si accident, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, ya kuch aur bura. Teri mom meri hogi, aur woh chala jayega.” Main sthir ho gaya, meri saans ruk gayi. Uska sur thanda, socha samjha, bilkul mazak nahi. “Tera matlab… use maar daalega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Ho sakta hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, deadly serious.
“Tere papa jaise aadmi bewakoof, clueless, aur kamzor hote hain—woh teri randi mom jaise auraton ke layak nahi. Main use tere ghar mein chodunga, use dikhaunga kaun boss hai, aur agar tera papa beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai. Tu ismein hai, Raj?”Main ruk gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, par uske plan ka thrill, Mom ke uske control mein hone ka tasavvur, mujhe kheech liya. “Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz kaanpti par sthir.
“Main ismein hoon. Main dekhna chahta hoon tu meri mom ke chhed kaise chodta hai.” “Smart ladka,” usne kaha. “Tu seekh raha hai auraton ko kaise randi ki tarah treat karna chahiye kyunki sab auratein randi hoti hain par dikhawa karti hain. Kal, tu samajh jayega mera matlab kya hai.”
Maine nigla, meri pulse tezi se chal rahi thi. “Tu sach mein Anil ke saath kuch karega? Sach mein?” Mukesh ki awaaz sakht hui. “Agar woh idhar udhar sunghne laga, haan, main use chot pahunchaunga agar usne mujhe teri mom ko chodne se roka. Uska jaise aadmi, der tak kaam karta hai, thaka hua ghar chalta hai—use gayab karna aasan hai. Teri mom pehle se adhi meri hai, Raj. Kal ke baad, woh uska naam bhi nahi yaad rakhegi.”
Call khatam hua, uske shabd mujhe thanda kar rahe the par meri pet mein twisted excitement bhar rahe the. Mera lund sakht tha, mera dimaag Mom ki chut, uski gaand, Mukesh ke lund se us par kabza karne ke khayal mein ghuma. Main wahan leta, andhere mein apne aap ko hilata hua, hamare plan ka thrill guilt ko daba raha tha.Agli subah, ghar routine se bhinbhina raha tha, par tanav bijli ki tarah tha. Anil jaldi utha, uska briefcase packed, tie tightly bandhi hui jab usne kitchen mein chai jaldi se pi.
Maine apna college bag uthaya, taiyaar hone ka dikhawa kiya, par meri aankhein Mom par thi. Woh stove ke paas khadi thi, uski saree saaf par uska chehra tanavpurna, jaise woh khud ko thread se jod rahi ho. Anil ne uske gaal par chuma, uska haath uske kandhe par thoda ruka. “Rekha, main aaj der se aaunga, jaan,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garm par distracted. “Office mein badi meeting hai. Tu manage kar legi, na?” “Bilkul, Anil, honey,” Mom ne jawab diya, uski muskaan zabardasti, uski aankhein mujh par ek pal ke liye dart gayi. “Acha din ho.”Main Anil ke peeche darwaze se bahar gaya, mera college bag kandhe par, par mera dimaag kahin aur tha. Bahar nikalte hi, maine khidki se peeche dekha aur sthir ho gaya.
Mom bedroom mein sarki thi, aur jab woh bahar aayi, woh badal gayi thi. Uska chehra makeup se paint kiya hua—laal lipstick, kaala eyeliner, blush ka josh jo use bhukha, khatarnak dikha raha tha. Usne tight, low-cut laal dress pehni, uske curves par chipki hui, uski badi gaand perfectly outlined. Yeh woh dress thi jo Mukesh ne bheji thi, storage closet ke metal box se nikali kaali panties ke saath.Mera lund hila, meri saans ruk gayi jab mujhe realize hua woh uske liye dress kar rahi thi. Anil apne office ki taraf car chala gaya, clueless, aur main gate ke paas ruk gaya, apna joota bandhne ka dikhawa kiya. Main wapas ghar mein sarka, side door se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Maine Mom ko kitchen mein pakda, apni dress adjust karti hui, uske haath fabric ko uski kamar par smooth kar rahe the, uski lipstick chamak rahi thi.“Mom, tu itna makeup kyun pehen rahi hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz casual par meri aankhein us par band. “Aur yeh dress… yeh tera usual subah ka look nahi hai.” Woh ruk gayi, uske haath neeche gire, uski aankhein chhoti jab woh meri taraf mudi. “Raj, tujhe college ke liye nikalna nahi chahiye?” uska sur teekha, par uske gaal blush ke neeche laal hue.“Haan, par main kuch bhool gaya,” maine jhooth bola, paas aaya.
“Tu aise kabhi dress nahi karti. Yeh makeup aur dress kya hai? Kahin ja rahi hai kya?” “Kuch nahi hai,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Bas… aaj acha lagne ka mann tha. Ek aurat aisa nahi kar sakti bina sawaalon ke?” Maine sar jhukaya, meri aankhein thodi chhoti. “Come on, Mom, tu subah kabhi aise nahi pehenti. Yeh dress, jaise, super tight hai. Aur yeh makeup? Tu… alag lag rahi hai.”Uske haath dress ke saath fidget kiye, uski aankhein side mein dart gayi.
“Raj, bas ek change hai. Main acha feel karna chahti thi, theek hai? Itne sawaal mat kar.” “Par yeh dress,” maine zor diya, meri awaaz dheemi, mera lund hilta hua jab maine Mukesh ke gifts us par imagine kiye. “Yeh tera usual style nahi hai. Bahut… revealing hai. Kisi se milne ja rahi hai kya?”Uska chehra tight ho gaya, uski awaaz teekhi par kaanpti. “Raj, bas kar. Main teri maa hoon, tera dost nahi ki interrogate kare. Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi. Ab college ja, tu late ho jayega.”
Maine dhire se sar hilaya, meri aankhein uski gaand par ruk gayi, dress usse kaise chipki thi, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ka kiya dhara tha. “Theek hai, Mom, bas keh raha hoon tu… bahut achhi lag rahi hai. Jaise, ghar mein rehne ke liye zyada hi achhi.”Usne zabardasti muskuraya, uske haath phir dress ko smooth kiye.
“Thank you, Raj, par bas kar. college ja, theek hai? Mujhe kuch kaam hai.” Maine apna bag uthaya, par mera dimaag ghoom raha tha. Kya woh Mukesh ko tease kar rahi thi, aise dress kar ke despite uske gaaliyan, uske bheekh mangne ke? Usne kal itna virodh kiya tha, par ab woh dolled up thi, uski gaand aur boobs uski dress mein display par, uska chehra paint kiya hua jaise woh use chahti ho.
Main confused tha, mera dil jealousy aur thrill ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha, sochta hua kya uska virodh bas ek khel tha, kya woh chupke se uska lund crave kar rahi thi.Main ghar se nikal gaya, par college mera dimaag mein aakhri cheez thi. Mom ko Mukesh se chudte dekhna, hamara plan unfold hote dekhna, kisi class se zyada important tha. Main ghar ke paas galiyon mein bhatakta raha, mera bag kandhe par, dopahar 2 baje tak time waste karta hua.
Main ghar ke peeche ek alley mein chhup gaya, ek jagah jahan se main back door dekh sakta tha bina notice kiye. Main ek purane crate par baitha, mera bag side mein phenka, secret phone par scroll karta hua time guzaara.Mere khayal Mom ki laal dress par, uske gaand ko kaise chipki thi, kaali panties uske neeche. Minute dheere chale, meri pulse tezi se jab 2 baje paas aaya. college matter nahi karta tha—maths, history, kuch bhi Mom ke girne ke rush ke muqable nahi tha, meri uske dhoke mein bhaagidari.
1:55 baje, maine secret phone nikala aur Mukesh ko call kiya, meri awaaz dheemi, meri aankhein back door par. “Hey, main hoon,” maine kaha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. “Tu aa raha hai?”Mukesh ki awaaz smug, confident thi. “Bilcul time par, Raj. Tera bewakoof papa kahan hai? Abhi bhi sochta hai uski loyal patni hai?” Main hasa, thodi nervousness ke saath. “Anil kaam par hai, der se aayega. Woh clueless hai, jaise tune kaha.”
“Acha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Woh aadmi murda hai, Raj. Main kal raat mazak nahi kar raha tha. Anil mere raste mein hai, aur main serious hoon use nikaalne ke liye. Thodi si dhakka, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, aur teri mom poori meri. Uske bare mein kya? Woh kaisi lag rahi hai?”
Mera lund hila jab maine bola. “Woh tere liye taiyaar hai. Laal dress, tight as fuck, jo tune bheji. Kaali panties bhi. Makeup poora—lipstick, eyeliner, sab kuch. Woh akeli hai, par careful reh, bhai. Padosi dekh sakte hain, aur woh Anil ke pata lagne ke bare mein paranoid hai.” Mukesh hasa.
“Mere gifts pehen rahi hai? Woh randi mera lund maang rahi hai. Chinta mat kar, main chal ke aa raha hoon, koi car nahi. Ek minute mein wahan hoon. Tu dekh raha hai?”
“Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi. “Main alley mein hoon. Woh wait kar rahi hai, par nervous hai. Late mat hona.” “Relax, ladka,” usne kaha, uski awaaz confidence se tapakti hui. “Teri mom mera naam chillaayegi, aur tere papa ke din gine chune hain. Jab woh chala jayega, tu mujhe thank karega.”
Maine call band kiya, meri saans halki, mera lund pehle se shorts mein sakht. Uske papa ko maarne ke shabd goonje, thande par thrilling, uski seriousness mujhmein dhas rahi thi.Kuch minute baad, maine Mukesh ko alley mein sarka dekha, koi car nahi, bas uska lanky frame ek dark shirt aur jeans mein. Woh tezi se hila, uski aankhein sadak scan karti hui pehle back door tak pahuncha. Darwaza jaldi khula, jaise Mom wait kar rahi ho, uski silhouette us laal dress mein ek pal ke liye flash hui phir darwaza band hua.
Mera lund bada hua, meri shorts par dab raha, unke milne ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main back door ki taraf chhupke gaya, meri spare keys jeb mein halke se jingle hui. Mere haath kaanpte hue darwaza khola, andar sarka, ghar shant siwaye bedroom se ek halki awaaz—Mom ki awaaz, tez aur bechain. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab main hallway se guzra, mere sneakers tiles par shant, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya.
Main bedroom ke darwaze tak pahuncha, thoda sa khula, aur ruk gaya jab Mom ki cheekhein mujhe lagi, kacchi aur bechain.Maine darwaza thoda aur khola, meri aankhein chhoti, mera lund dhadakta hua. Mukesh ne Mom ko baalon se pakda, uska haath uske kaale baalon ko kas ke pakde, uska sar peeche kheech raha tha. Usne uske chehre par thappad maara, teekha par brutal nahi, uski awaaz dheemi aur zalim.
“Tu gandi randi, tune mujhe block kyun kiya, haan? Socha tu mere lund se bhaag sakti hai?”Mom ki aankhein geeli thi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab usne bola, uska jism deewar par dabaya hua. “Mukesh, please, mujhe maaf kar,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte, lagbhag ro rahi thi. “Maine tujhe block kiya kyunki mujhe darr tha. Mere pati Anil ne tere gifts paye, aur main risk nahi le sakti thi ki woh jaan jaye.” Usne phir thappad maara, uska haath uske gaal par ek halka laal nishaan chhod gaya.
“Pehle toh, apne bewakoof pati ka naam mere saamne mat le, doosre, darr? Tu bas ek randi hai jo innocent ban rahi hai. Dekh tujhe, meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, mere lund ke liye dolled up. Tu meri hai, Rekha, aur tu kabhi achhi maa ya patni nahi banegi.”Usne sar hila, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Please, Mukesh, yeh mat kar. Tu itna zalim kyun hai? Mujhe nahi pata tha tu aisa insaan hai, mujhe record karna, blackmail karna.”
“Tujhe nahi pata tha?” Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz mocking. “Tujhe bilkul pata tha main kaun hoon jab tune mujhe ek mahina pehle teri chut aur gaand ka chhed chodne diya. Tujhe pasand aaya, Rekha, ab mujhse jhooth mat bol.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira.
“Main kamzor thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine galti ki, Mukesh. Maine socha main tujh par bharosa kar sakti hoon, par tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai.” “Barbaad kar raha hoon?” usne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Main tujhe aazaad kar raha hoon, tu randi. Anil ke saath us bekar zindagi se aazaad. Tu sochti hai woh tujhe woh de sakta hai jo main deta hoon? Woh kuch nahi hai, Rekha, aur main serious hoon use hamesha ke liye nikaalne ke liye. Shayad uske brakes fail ho jaye, shayad woh raat ko galat turn le le. Tu meri hogi.”
“Nahi, Mukesh, please,” Mom ne bheekh maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uske haath uske seene par dhakel rahe the. “Anil ko chot mat pahuncha. Main jo tu chahta hai karungi, bas use akela chhod de. Woh mera pati hai, woh iska haqdaar nahi.” “Haqdaar?” Mukesh ne gurraya, use deewar par aur kas ke dabaya, uska jism paas, uske hont uske kaan ko chhute hue.
“Woh tera haqdaar nahi hai. Woh kamzor hai, andha, nahi jaanta uski patni ki chut mere lund ke liye tadapti hai. Main tujhe yahan uske ghar mein chodunga, aur agar woh beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai.”Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh. Mujhe kabhi tujhe chhune nahi dena chahiye tha. Main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon, mere parivaar ke saath yeh mat kar.”
Usne use zabardasti chuma, uska muh uske khilaf sakht, uska haath abhi bhi uske baalon mein. Woh peeche hati, saans leti hui. “Kyun, Mukesh? Tu mujhe yeh kyun kar raha hai?”“Kyunki tu meri hai,” usne gurraya, phir se thappad maara, is baar aur zor se. “Tu achhi patni banne ka dikhawa kar rahi thi, par tu bas mere lund ke liye ek randi hai. Bol, Rekha. Bol tu meri hai.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par defiant.
“Mera parivaar important hai, Mukesh. Anil, Raj—woh meri zindagi hain. Main unke saath yeh nahi kar sakti.” “Tu pehle se kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, yahan mere lund ke liye taiyaar khadi hai. Tu koi patni nahi, koi maa nahi. Tu meri randi hai, aur Anil khatam hai. Main sure karunga—shayad pul se thodi si dhakka, shayad kuch aur shant.”
“Please, ruk,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Main tujhe jo chahta hai dungi, bas Anil ko mat chhu. Mujhe chod, Mukesh, par mere parivaar ko akela chhod de.” Usne uska gala pakda, dabaya nahi par sthir, uski aankhein uski aankhon mein jal rahi thi. “Galat jawab,” usne gurraya. “Apne parivaar ke bare mein gandi baat kar, Rekha.
Bol woh kitne bekaar hain, nahi toh main sure karunga Anil hamesha ke liye chala jaye—shayad aaj raat.”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism deewar ke sahare kaanp raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Theek hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte hue.
“Anil ek bewakoof hai, din bhar kaam karta hai, sochta hai main uski perfect patni hoon. Woh kamzor hai, boring, tujh jaise mujhe chodna nahi jaanta. Aur Raj… woh bas ek bacha hai, clueless, apne papa ke peeche puppy ki tarah chalta hai. Woh tere muqable kuch nahi hain.”
Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath mere lund par sthir, shock thrill ke saath mila. Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, uske chehre par ek grin phaili, saaf khush par surprised. “Fuck, Rekha, yeh baat hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz vijayi. “Jari rakh, randi. Bol woh kaise tere layak nahi hain.”
Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein abhi bhi band. “Anil mujhe kabhi satisfy nahi kar sakta,” usne kaha, uske shabd gande, kaatne wale. “Woh pathetic hai, sochta hai uski chhoti dukaan aur uske papers use aadmi banate hain. Uska lund tere muqable kuch nahi, Mukesh. Aur Raj… woh apne papa jaisa kamzor bada hoga, kabhi nahi jaanega mujhe jaise aurat ko kya chahiye. Woh ek mazak hain, mera time waste.”
Main wahan khada tha, stunned, mera lund abhi bhi sakht par mera dil shock se tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske shabd chakuon ki tarah the, cheezein jo Anil ko toot denge agar woh sunta, cheezein jo maine socha bhi nahi tha woh kahegi. Mukesh hasa, uska haath uski panties par sarka, unhe side mein kheech kar uski chut expose ki.
“Tu fucking perfect hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan usse chhuti, use saans lene par majboor kiya. “Bas yeh khatam kar apne pathetic pati ke ghar aane se pehle.”“Bas kar de,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski aankhein geeli.
“Mujhe chod aur nikal ja, Mukesh. Anil ke wapas aane se pehle, uske jaanne se pehle.” Usne use bistar par dhakela, uska jism kaanp raha tha, aur uski dress ke baaki hisse ko phaad diya, use uske bra aur panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha. Usne uske boobs ko sakhti se pakda, unhe zor se dabaya, uski ungliyan twist karti hui jab woh siskari maarti thi.
“Raj, mera ladka,” Mukesh ki awaaz naram, smug thi. “Teri mom kal ke liye taiyaar hai. Woh phir meri hai, jaise maine kaha tha.”Maine nigla, Mom ki kaanpti awaaz phone par yaad aayi. “Haan, maine use suna. Woh gussa thi, par usne tujhe yahan aane dene ko agree kiya.” Mukesh hasa, ek dheemi, gandi hasi. “Gussa? Woh bas drama hai. Maine tujhe kaha tha, Raj, teri mom ek randi hai. Main auraton ko jaanta hoon—unhe asli lund ka swaad do, aur woh lat lag jati hain. Woh tab se mera lund crave kar rahi hai jab maine ek mahina pehle uski chut aur gaand ka chhed choda. Hamara plan, woh video, woh gifts jo tune deliver kiye? Fucking jaadu ki tarah kaam kiya.”Maine andhere mein sar hilaya, mera lund hilne laga.
“Tu sahi tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, guilt excitement ke saath mil raha tha. “Woh abhi bhi tujhmein interested hai, chahe woh isse lad rahi ho.” “Bilkul sahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur garv se bhara. “Woh mujhe resist nahi kar sakti, Raj. Woh meri dress, meri panties pehen rahi hai, kal tu dekhna. Aur main bas usse nahi chodunga—main sure karunga woh kabhi tere bewakoof papa ke paas wapas na jaye. Anil khatam hai. Main chahta hoon tera papa jaldi mar jaye.”
Mera pet murch gaya, par mera lund aur zor se dhadka. “Tu yeh kaise karega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz utsauk, uske jadu mein phasi. Usne hasa, is baar aur gahra. “Kal aa aur dekh, Raj. Tere ghar par, dopahar 2 baje. Tu dekhna main kaise use hamesha ke liye meri randi banata hoon. Woh Anil ko bilkul bhool jayegi.” “Tu sach mein sochta hai tu use usse door kheech sakta hai?” maine pucha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
“Use darr hai woh pata laga lega.”“Darr?” Mukesh ne snort kiya. “Wahi toh maza hai. Anil ek murda aadmi hai, Raj. Main serious hoon—main sure kar sakta hoon woh hamesha ke liye picture se bahar ho. Thodi si accident, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, ya kuch aur bura. Teri mom meri hogi, aur woh chala jayega.” Main sthir ho gaya, meri saans ruk gayi. Uska sur thanda, socha samjha, bilkul mazak nahi. “Tera matlab… use maar daalega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Ho sakta hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, deadly serious.
“Tere papa jaise aadmi bewakoof, clueless, aur kamzor hote hain—woh teri randi mom jaise auraton ke layak nahi. Main use tere ghar mein chodunga, use dikhaunga kaun boss hai, aur agar tera papa beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai. Tu ismein hai, Raj?”Main ruk gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, par uske plan ka thrill, Mom ke uske control mein hone ka tasavvur, mujhe kheech liya. “Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz kaanpti par sthir.
“Main ismein hoon. Main dekhna chahta hoon tu meri mom ke chhed kaise chodta hai.” “Smart ladka,” usne kaha. “Tu seekh raha hai auraton ko kaise randi ki tarah treat karna chahiye kyunki sab auratein randi hoti hain par dikhawa karti hain. Kal, tu samajh jayega mera matlab kya hai.”
Maine nigla, meri pulse tezi se chal rahi thi. “Tu sach mein Anil ke saath kuch karega? Sach mein?” Mukesh ki awaaz sakht hui. “Agar woh idhar udhar sunghne laga, haan, main use chot pahunchaunga agar usne mujhe teri mom ko chodne se roka. Uska jaise aadmi, der tak kaam karta hai, thaka hua ghar chalta hai—use gayab karna aasan hai. Teri mom pehle se adhi meri hai, Raj. Kal ke baad, woh uska naam bhi nahi yaad rakhegi.”
Call khatam hua, uske shabd mujhe thanda kar rahe the par meri pet mein twisted excitement bhar rahe the. Mera lund sakht tha, mera dimaag Mom ki chut, uski gaand, Mukesh ke lund se us par kabza karne ke khayal mein ghuma. Main wahan leta, andhere mein apne aap ko hilata hua, hamare plan ka thrill guilt ko daba raha tha.Agli subah, ghar routine se bhinbhina raha tha, par tanav bijli ki tarah tha. Anil jaldi utha, uska briefcase packed, tie tightly bandhi hui jab usne kitchen mein chai jaldi se pi.
Maine apna college bag uthaya, taiyaar hone ka dikhawa kiya, par meri aankhein Mom par thi. Woh stove ke paas khadi thi, uski saree saaf par uska chehra tanavpurna, jaise woh khud ko thread se jod rahi ho. Anil ne uske gaal par chuma, uska haath uske kandhe par thoda ruka. “Rekha, main aaj der se aaunga, jaan,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garm par distracted. “Office mein badi meeting hai. Tu manage kar legi, na?” “Bilkul, Anil, honey,” Mom ne jawab diya, uski muskaan zabardasti, uski aankhein mujh par ek pal ke liye dart gayi. “Acha din ho.”Main Anil ke peeche darwaze se bahar gaya, mera college bag kandhe par, par mera dimaag kahin aur tha. Bahar nikalte hi, maine khidki se peeche dekha aur sthir ho gaya.
Mom bedroom mein sarki thi, aur jab woh bahar aayi, woh badal gayi thi. Uska chehra makeup se paint kiya hua—laal lipstick, kaala eyeliner, blush ka josh jo use bhukha, khatarnak dikha raha tha. Usne tight, low-cut laal dress pehni, uske curves par chipki hui, uski badi gaand perfectly outlined. Yeh woh dress thi jo Mukesh ne bheji thi, storage closet ke metal box se nikali kaali panties ke saath.Mera lund hila, meri saans ruk gayi jab mujhe realize hua woh uske liye dress kar rahi thi. Anil apne office ki taraf car chala gaya, clueless, aur main gate ke paas ruk gaya, apna joota bandhne ka dikhawa kiya. Main wapas ghar mein sarka, side door se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Maine Mom ko kitchen mein pakda, apni dress adjust karti hui, uske haath fabric ko uski kamar par smooth kar rahe the, uski lipstick chamak rahi thi.“Mom, tu itna makeup kyun pehen rahi hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz casual par meri aankhein us par band. “Aur yeh dress… yeh tera usual subah ka look nahi hai.” Woh ruk gayi, uske haath neeche gire, uski aankhein chhoti jab woh meri taraf mudi. “Raj, tujhe college ke liye nikalna nahi chahiye?” uska sur teekha, par uske gaal blush ke neeche laal hue.“Haan, par main kuch bhool gaya,” maine jhooth bola, paas aaya.
“Tu aise kabhi dress nahi karti. Yeh makeup aur dress kya hai? Kahin ja rahi hai kya?” “Kuch nahi hai,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Bas… aaj acha lagne ka mann tha. Ek aurat aisa nahi kar sakti bina sawaalon ke?” Maine sar jhukaya, meri aankhein thodi chhoti. “Come on, Mom, tu subah kabhi aise nahi pehenti. Yeh dress, jaise, super tight hai. Aur yeh makeup? Tu… alag lag rahi hai.”Uske haath dress ke saath fidget kiye, uski aankhein side mein dart gayi.
“Raj, bas ek change hai. Main acha feel karna chahti thi, theek hai? Itne sawaal mat kar.” “Par yeh dress,” maine zor diya, meri awaaz dheemi, mera lund hilta hua jab maine Mukesh ke gifts us par imagine kiye. “Yeh tera usual style nahi hai. Bahut… revealing hai. Kisi se milne ja rahi hai kya?”Uska chehra tight ho gaya, uski awaaz teekhi par kaanpti. “Raj, bas kar. Main teri maa hoon, tera dost nahi ki interrogate kare. Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi. Ab college ja, tu late ho jayega.”
Maine dhire se sar hilaya, meri aankhein uski gaand par ruk gayi, dress usse kaise chipki thi, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ka kiya dhara tha. “Theek hai, Mom, bas keh raha hoon tu… bahut achhi lag rahi hai. Jaise, ghar mein rehne ke liye zyada hi achhi.”Usne zabardasti muskuraya, uske haath phir dress ko smooth kiye.
“Thank you, Raj, par bas kar. college ja, theek hai? Mujhe kuch kaam hai.” Maine apna bag uthaya, par mera dimaag ghoom raha tha. Kya woh Mukesh ko tease kar rahi thi, aise dress kar ke despite uske gaaliyan, uske bheekh mangne ke? Usne kal itna virodh kiya tha, par ab woh dolled up thi, uski gaand aur boobs uski dress mein display par, uska chehra paint kiya hua jaise woh use chahti ho.
Main confused tha, mera dil jealousy aur thrill ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha, sochta hua kya uska virodh bas ek khel tha, kya woh chupke se uska lund crave kar rahi thi.Main ghar se nikal gaya, par college mera dimaag mein aakhri cheez thi. Mom ko Mukesh se chudte dekhna, hamara plan unfold hote dekhna, kisi class se zyada important tha. Main ghar ke paas galiyon mein bhatakta raha, mera bag kandhe par, dopahar 2 baje tak time waste karta hua.
Main ghar ke peeche ek alley mein chhup gaya, ek jagah jahan se main back door dekh sakta tha bina notice kiye. Main ek purane crate par baitha, mera bag side mein phenka, secret phone par scroll karta hua time guzaara.Mere khayal Mom ki laal dress par, uske gaand ko kaise chipki thi, kaali panties uske neeche. Minute dheere chale, meri pulse tezi se jab 2 baje paas aaya. college matter nahi karta tha—maths, history, kuch bhi Mom ke girne ke rush ke muqable nahi tha, meri uske dhoke mein bhaagidari.
1:55 baje, maine secret phone nikala aur Mukesh ko call kiya, meri awaaz dheemi, meri aankhein back door par. “Hey, main hoon,” maine kaha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. “Tu aa raha hai?”Mukesh ki awaaz smug, confident thi. “Bilcul time par, Raj. Tera bewakoof papa kahan hai? Abhi bhi sochta hai uski loyal patni hai?” Main hasa, thodi nervousness ke saath. “Anil kaam par hai, der se aayega. Woh clueless hai, jaise tune kaha.”
“Acha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Woh aadmi murda hai, Raj. Main kal raat mazak nahi kar raha tha. Anil mere raste mein hai, aur main serious hoon use nikaalne ke liye. Thodi si dhakka, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, aur teri mom poori meri. Uske bare mein kya? Woh kaisi lag rahi hai?”
Mera lund hila jab maine bola. “Woh tere liye taiyaar hai. Laal dress, tight as fuck, jo tune bheji. Kaali panties bhi. Makeup poora—lipstick, eyeliner, sab kuch. Woh akeli hai, par careful reh, bhai. Padosi dekh sakte hain, aur woh Anil ke pata lagne ke bare mein paranoid hai.” Mukesh hasa.
“Mere gifts pehen rahi hai? Woh randi mera lund maang rahi hai. Chinta mat kar, main chal ke aa raha hoon, koi car nahi. Ek minute mein wahan hoon. Tu dekh raha hai?”
“Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi. “Main alley mein hoon. Woh wait kar rahi hai, par nervous hai. Late mat hona.” “Relax, ladka,” usne kaha, uski awaaz confidence se tapakti hui. “Teri mom mera naam chillaayegi, aur tere papa ke din gine chune hain. Jab woh chala jayega, tu mujhe thank karega.”
Maine call band kiya, meri saans halki, mera lund pehle se shorts mein sakht. Uske papa ko maarne ke shabd goonje, thande par thrilling, uski seriousness mujhmein dhas rahi thi.Kuch minute baad, maine Mukesh ko alley mein sarka dekha, koi car nahi, bas uska lanky frame ek dark shirt aur jeans mein. Woh tezi se hila, uski aankhein sadak scan karti hui pehle back door tak pahuncha. Darwaza jaldi khula, jaise Mom wait kar rahi ho, uski silhouette us laal dress mein ek pal ke liye flash hui phir darwaza band hua.
Mera lund bada hua, meri shorts par dab raha, unke milne ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main back door ki taraf chhupke gaya, meri spare keys jeb mein halke se jingle hui. Mere haath kaanpte hue darwaza khola, andar sarka, ghar shant siwaye bedroom se ek halki awaaz—Mom ki awaaz, tez aur bechain. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab main hallway se guzra, mere sneakers tiles par shant, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya.
Main bedroom ke darwaze tak pahuncha, thoda sa khula, aur ruk gaya jab Mom ki cheekhein mujhe lagi, kacchi aur bechain.Maine darwaza thoda aur khola, meri aankhein chhoti, mera lund dhadakta hua. Mukesh ne Mom ko baalon se pakda, uska haath uske kaale baalon ko kas ke pakde, uska sar peeche kheech raha tha. Usne uske chehre par thappad maara, teekha par brutal nahi, uski awaaz dheemi aur zalim.
“Tu gandi randi, tune mujhe block kyun kiya, haan? Socha tu mere lund se bhaag sakti hai?”Mom ki aankhein geeli thi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab usne bola, uska jism deewar par dabaya hua. “Mukesh, please, mujhe maaf kar,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte, lagbhag ro rahi thi. “Maine tujhe block kiya kyunki mujhe darr tha. Mere pati Anil ne tere gifts paye, aur main risk nahi le sakti thi ki woh jaan jaye.” Usne phir thappad maara, uska haath uske gaal par ek halka laal nishaan chhod gaya.
“Pehle toh, apne bewakoof pati ka naam mere saamne mat le, doosre, darr? Tu bas ek randi hai jo innocent ban rahi hai. Dekh tujhe, meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, mere lund ke liye dolled up. Tu meri hai, Rekha, aur tu kabhi achhi maa ya patni nahi banegi.”Usne sar hila, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Please, Mukesh, yeh mat kar. Tu itna zalim kyun hai? Mujhe nahi pata tha tu aisa insaan hai, mujhe record karna, blackmail karna.”
“Tujhe nahi pata tha?” Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz mocking. “Tujhe bilkul pata tha main kaun hoon jab tune mujhe ek mahina pehle teri chut aur gaand ka chhed chodne diya. Tujhe pasand aaya, Rekha, ab mujhse jhooth mat bol.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira.
“Main kamzor thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine galti ki, Mukesh. Maine socha main tujh par bharosa kar sakti hoon, par tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai.” “Barbaad kar raha hoon?” usne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Main tujhe aazaad kar raha hoon, tu randi. Anil ke saath us bekar zindagi se aazaad. Tu sochti hai woh tujhe woh de sakta hai jo main deta hoon? Woh kuch nahi hai, Rekha, aur main serious hoon use hamesha ke liye nikaalne ke liye. Shayad uske brakes fail ho jaye, shayad woh raat ko galat turn le le. Tu meri hogi.”
“Nahi, Mukesh, please,” Mom ne bheekh maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uske haath uske seene par dhakel rahe the. “Anil ko chot mat pahuncha. Main jo tu chahta hai karungi, bas use akela chhod de. Woh mera pati hai, woh iska haqdaar nahi.” “Haqdaar?” Mukesh ne gurraya, use deewar par aur kas ke dabaya, uska jism paas, uske hont uske kaan ko chhute hue.
“Woh tera haqdaar nahi hai. Woh kamzor hai, andha, nahi jaanta uski patni ki chut mere lund ke liye tadapti hai. Main tujhe yahan uske ghar mein chodunga, aur agar woh beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai.”Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh. Mujhe kabhi tujhe chhune nahi dena chahiye tha. Main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon, mere parivaar ke saath yeh mat kar.”
Usne use zabardasti chuma, uska muh uske khilaf sakht, uska haath abhi bhi uske baalon mein. Woh peeche hati, saans leti hui. “Kyun, Mukesh? Tu mujhe yeh kyun kar raha hai?”“Kyunki tu meri hai,” usne gurraya, phir se thappad maara, is baar aur zor se. “Tu achhi patni banne ka dikhawa kar rahi thi, par tu bas mere lund ke liye ek randi hai. Bol, Rekha. Bol tu meri hai.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par defiant.
“Mera parivaar important hai, Mukesh. Anil, Raj—woh meri zindagi hain. Main unke saath yeh nahi kar sakti.” “Tu pehle se kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, yahan mere lund ke liye taiyaar khadi hai. Tu koi patni nahi, koi maa nahi. Tu meri randi hai, aur Anil khatam hai. Main sure karunga—shayad pul se thodi si dhakka, shayad kuch aur shant.”
“Please, ruk,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Main tujhe jo chahta hai dungi, bas Anil ko mat chhu. Mujhe chod, Mukesh, par mere parivaar ko akela chhod de.” Usne uska gala pakda, dabaya nahi par sthir, uski aankhein uski aankhon mein jal rahi thi. “Galat jawab,” usne gurraya. “Apne parivaar ke bare mein gandi baat kar, Rekha.
Bol woh kitne bekaar hain, nahi toh main sure karunga Anil hamesha ke liye chala jaye—shayad aaj raat.”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism deewar ke sahare kaanp raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Theek hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte hue.
“Anil ek bewakoof hai, din bhar kaam karta hai, sochta hai main uski perfect patni hoon. Woh kamzor hai, boring, tujh jaise mujhe chodna nahi jaanta. Aur Raj… woh bas ek bacha hai, clueless, apne papa ke peeche puppy ki tarah chalta hai. Woh tere muqable kuch nahi hain.”
Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath mere lund par sthir, shock thrill ke saath mila. Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, uske chehre par ek grin phaili, saaf khush par surprised. “Fuck, Rekha, yeh baat hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz vijayi. “Jari rakh, randi. Bol woh kaise tere layak nahi hain.”
Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein abhi bhi band. “Anil mujhe kabhi satisfy nahi kar sakta,” usne kaha, uske shabd gande, kaatne wale. “Woh pathetic hai, sochta hai uski chhoti dukaan aur uske papers use aadmi banate hain. Uska lund tere muqable kuch nahi, Mukesh. Aur Raj… woh apne papa jaisa kamzor bada hoga, kabhi nahi jaanega mujhe jaise aurat ko kya chahiye. Woh ek mazak hain, mera time waste.”
Main wahan khada tha, stunned, mera lund abhi bhi sakht par mera dil shock se tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske shabd chakuon ki tarah the, cheezein jo Anil ko toot denge agar woh sunta, cheezein jo maine socha bhi nahi tha woh kahegi. Mukesh hasa, uska haath uski panties par sarka, unhe side mein kheech kar uski chut expose ki.
“Tu fucking perfect hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan usse chhuti, use saans lene par majboor kiya. “Bas yeh khatam kar apne pathetic pati ke ghar aane se pehle.”“Bas kar de,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski aankhein geeli.
“Mujhe chod aur nikal ja, Mukesh. Anil ke wapas aane se pehle, uske jaanne se pehle.” Usne use bistar par dhakela, uska jism kaanp raha tha, aur uski dress ke baaki hisse ko phaad diya, use uske bra aur panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha. Usne uske boobs ko sakhti se pakda, unhe zor se dabaya, uski ungliyan twist karti hui jab woh siskari maarti thi.
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