Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

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.