Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[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.