Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

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Us raat, jab Papa bedroom mein wapas so gaye, unki saans halki lekin sthir thi pehle ke darr se, ghar ek tanaav bhari khamoshi mein doob gaya. Maa apni almari se nikli, apne rendezvous ke liye badli hui, ek vibrant hari blouse pehne hui jo uske bhaari stann ko doosri twacha ki tarah jakdi hui thi, hallway ki roshni ke neeche patla silk ka kapda itna sheer tha ki uske nipples ka gahra outline dikhayi deta tha, jo kapde ke khilaf dab rahe the.


Blouse ka gala kaafi neeche tha, uske cleavage ke beech gehra jaata hua, uske stann ko aur bhi bhara hua dikhata tha, jaise ripe phal jo masalne ke liye bheek maang rahe hon. Usne peeli saree apni kamar par lapeti, sunhara kapda naram se beh raha tha lekin uske curves par chipak raha tha—jis tarah yeh uski kamar ke gird lapeta tha usne uske chawde hips aur mote pichhwade ko aur numaya kiya, pleats uske jism ke hilne ke saath uski shakal ko outline karte hue. Har kadam se saree uski jaanghon ke khilaf sarsarati thi, uska jism ek chalti-firti temptation, blouse ke chhote sleeves uske baazu nange chhodte hue, uska midriff traditional dip mein dikhayi deta hua, ek halka sa naram pet dikhata hua jo uske indulgent, aurat wale roop ko batata tha.


Main baithak mein sofa par letkar, TV ke channels ko behudh taur par badalte hue tha, jab woh bahar aayi, aur main ghoorne se nahi ruk saka, meri aankhein uski saree ke uske pichhwade par dbang hone ka tareeka trace karti hui, neeche ke jhatke ka hint deti hui. “Wow, Maa,” maine kaha, seedha baithte hue, meri awaaz dheemi lekin taareef bhari. “Tu gajab lag rahi hai. Woh hari blouse tere stann ko itna... bhara aur sexy dikhati hai. Aur saree? Yeh tere pichhwade ko perfectly jakadti hai—har curve dikhayi de raha hai. Mukesh ka dimaag kharab ho jayega jab woh tujhe aise dekhega.”











Maa darwaze mein ruk gayi, uski gardan par ek laali chadh rahi thi, lekin woh muskurayi, apna pallu kandhe par theek karti hui, kapda thoda sa sark gaya aur aur cleavage tease kiya. “Raj, chup—apni maa ke bare mein aise baatein mat kar. Lekin... shukriya, beta. Maine yeh sirf uske liye chuna taaki woh pagal ho jaye. Ek baar taiyaar hona achha lagta hai, sirf ghar ke kaam ke liye nahi.”


Papa ke halke kharrate hallway ke neeche bedroom se filter ho rahe the, unki nazuk haalat ka yaad dilata hua, lekin Maa ne us or nahi dekha. Iske bajaye, usne apni saree ko smooth kiya, uske hips hile, kapde ko uski jaanghon par kheench diya. “Mukesh ne mujhe pehle phone kiya, pata hai. Kaha woh mujhe jaldi lene aayega. Intezar nahi kar sakti—meri yoni pehle se hi sochkar jhanjhana rahi hai. Mujhe uska ling yaad aata hai.”


Main muskuraya, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein hil raha tha uski casual gandagi bhari awaaz se. “Oh haan? Phone kiya taaki plan kare kaise woh aaj raat tere chhedon ko chodega? Bata, Maa—pehle kaunsa? Teri yoni, poori geeli aur taiyaar, ya seedha us dheele gand ke chhed par jo use kheenchne mein mazaa aata hai?”


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, ek khelta hua siskara nikalte hue jab usne mere baazu par halke se thappad maara, uske choodiyaan khanakti hui. “Raj! Tu chhota shaitaan—apni maa ko aise chhedta hai? Apna muh sambhal, warna main ise sabun se dho doongi. Lekin thik hai, tu details chahta hai? Shayad dono, pehle mere muh mein uska ling, phir mujhe palat kar meri yoni... yaar, jis tarah woh mujhe bharta hai.”


Main dheeme se hasa, sofa par aur nazdeek sarakta hua. “Chalo na, Maa, chhupao mat. Kya woh tujhe uspar sawar karega, tera mota pichhwada uske ling par uchalte hue jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati? Ya bahar car ke bonnet par jhukakar, jaldi aur ganda?”


Woh mere bagal mein baith gayi, uski saree sarsarayi, uske jasmine perfume ki khushboo uski uttejana ke saath mil rahi thi jo pehle se hi ban rahi thi. “Rajesh, tu sudharne wala nahi hai! Khelte hue daantna bhi ab kaam nahi karta. Lekin thik hai, shayad thoda dono—uske hath mere stann par jaise yeh blouse unhe dikhati hai, pinch karte hue jab woh mujhe thokta hai. Khush ho ab? Kuch aur baat karte hain warna tu mujhe zyada garam kar dega. college kaisa tha aaj? Koi pyari ladki nazar aayi?”


Maine kandha uchkaya, meri aankhein uske blouse ke saath uski saans ke kheenchne par thehri. “college boring tha, wahi purana. Lekin ladkiyon ki baat karte hue... ya maaon ki... tu agar Papa ki parwah karti hai toh bahar kyun jaati hai? Woh wahan bimaar hai, aaram kar raha hai, aur tu doll-up karke chudne ja rahi hai. Yeh risky nahi hai?”


Maa ne aah bhari, apni taangein cross karti hui, saree thodi si alag hui aur uski naram jaangh ka ek jhalak dikha. “Oh, Raj, main Papa ki parwah karti hoon—woh hamare liye achha raha hai, sthir. Lekin Mukesh... woh abhi zyada important hai. Woh mujhe jeevit, chahi hui, ek aurat jaisa mehsoos karata hai. Anil pyara hai, lekin woh Mukesh ke jaisa mujhe chhoo nahi sakta. Yeh hamesha ke liye chhodna nahi hai, bas... mujhe yeh chahiye.”


Uski baaton ne mujhe zor se maara, woh kacchi sachchai ne mera ling meri pant mein phool diya, kapde ke khilaf sakht hota hua jab maine use uske samarpan ki tasavvur ki. “Yaar, Maa, yeh hot hai. Tu itni achhi randi hai—apni yoni ke liye jo tarasti hai uski priority deti hai. Papa bistar par hai, aur tu yahan, kisi aur mard ke liye failne ko taiyaar. Ise pro ki tarah own karti hai.”


Usne is baar meri jaangh par thappad maara, uska hath ek pal zyada der tak ruka, uski daant adhi dil se. “Raj! Phir se randi wali baat? Main teri maa hoon—thodi izzat dikhao!”
Main muskuraya, uska hath pakadte hue. “Hey, maine tujhse hi seekha. Tujhe apni gand se ling chooste hue dekha, har jagah veerya tapakta hua? Yeh randi 101 hai. Tu hi teacher hai, Maa.”


Woh ruk gayi, phir muskurayi, uski aankhon mein ek shaitaan wala ehsas chamka, uske gaal gulabi. “Thik hai, tune mujhe pakad liya. Shayad main thodi si randi hoon... uske liye. Lekin kisi ko mat batana, thik hai? Ab ja, Papa par nazar rakho mere liye—sure karo woh abhi bhi aaram kar raha hai. Uski saans check karo, agar woh hilta hai toh paani do. Main nahi chahti woh meri gayab hone ke dauraan gir jaye.”


“Sure, Maa,” maine kaha, khada hote hue, lekin jab main bedroom ki or muda, usne dheeme se bola, uski awaaz zeher se tapakti hui. “Woh aalsi, kharrate maarne wala harami—hamesha victim khelta hai, apna seena pakadta hai jaise koi kamzor buddha. Agar woh itna bekaar bistar mein na hota, shayad mujhe Mukesh ke chudne ke liye jarurat na padti.”


Main darwaze mein jam gaya, hairan—Papa bimaar tha, safed aur nazuk hall mein hallway ke neeche, aur yahan woh thi, uski bekaar baatein karti hui jaise woh kuch nahi tha. Yeh mere pet mein mud gaya, yeh nishthurta us aurat se jo meri chhoti choton ko bandage karti thi aur mujhe lullabies sunati thi, lekin yaar, isne mera ling poori tarah sakht kar diya, ab dardnaak taur par phadakta hua, vishwasghat ek gahri thrill ko bhadka raha tha. 


Uski parwah karne, uske maathe ko saaf karne ya takiya theek karne ke bajaye, uska dimaag Mukesh ke mote ling par tha, yojna bana raha tha kaise yeh aaj raat uske chhedon ko kholega. Woh apni randi wali jaruraton ko uske dard par tarjeeh de rahi thi, uska saree pehna jism pehle se hi nafs ke saath gunguna raha tha, saree uske aane wale thokne ke vaade sarsara rahi thi. Yeh galat tha, uttejit karne wala—sabut deta hua ki woh kitna gir gayi thi, kaise Mukesh ne use patni se randi mein rewire kiya tha.


“Maa... tu sach mein Papa par aise ja rahi hai?” maine poocha, wapas mudte hue, meri awaaz dheemi. “Woh bimaar hai, pata hai? Dil ka mamla—daraawana.”
Usne ise jhatak diya, khadi hokar apna pallu theek karti hui, uske stann dilkash taur par hile. “Oh, please, Raj—woh thik hai, bas dramatic. Main sabse zyada kis se pyar karti hoon, waise bhi? Usse ya Mukesh se? Tu aisa kyun pooch raha hai?”



Main aur nazdeek aaya, mera erection ab saaf dikhayi de raha tha, pant mein tent banata hua. “Bas curious. Tu aise bolti hai jaise Mukesh tera maalik hai, lekin Papa tera pati hai. Bata—sach mein kaun?”
Usne apna honth kaata, bedroom ki or dekha, phir meri aankhon se mili, uski awaaz mazboot. “Mukesh, Raj. Koi competition nahi. Wohi hai jo meri yoni ko dard deta hai, jo mujhe chodta hai jab tak main apna naam bhool nahi jati.”


“Yaar, Maa, yeh perfect hai,” maine taareef ki, mera hath dheeme se meri crotch par chhoota. “Tu isse admit karne ke liye bahadur hai—jo achha lagta hai uske liye wafadar. Lekin kyun woh? Papa ke upar?”
“Kyunki Mukesh mujhe dekhta hai, Raj—asli mujhe, woh randi jo kathor chudai chahti hai, jo apni gand mein veerya ke liye bheek mangti hai. Anil? Woh safe hai, lekin boring—kabhi mujhe kheenchta nahi, kabhi mujhe cheekhne nahi deta. Mukesh har chhed ka maalik hai; isiliye.”


Uska ehsas hawa mein latka, bijli jaisa, mera ling ab poori tarah sakht, precum tapakta hua jab maine use uske liye ghutne par tasavvur kiya. Jawab dene se pehle, uska phone coffee table par bhaunka, aur usne use jhat se utha liya, uska chehra chamak utha. “Yeh woh hai—Mukesh bahar car ke saath hai. Main ab ja rahi hoon, beta. Papa par nazar rakho—agar woh jaag jaye toh use idhar-udhar mat ghumne dena. Aur Raj? Achha raho, lekin... aaj raat mere bare mein socho.”


Woh darwaze ki or daudi, uski peeli saree sarsarayi, uska bada pichhwada har jaldi kadam ke saath hil raha tha, kapda uske gaalon par chipak raha tha jaise paint kiya ho, pleats uske generous curve par ripple karte hue, neeche ke jhatke ka hint dete hue. Yeh hypnotic tha—uske hips chawde hote hue, blouse uski peeth par kasi hui, uske baal dheele hokar uchalte hue. Woh desi seduction ka ek vision thi, har inch “mujhe chodo” cheekh raha tha, uska jism raat ke debauchery ke liye taiyaar, Papa ko uske bimaar bistar par bina peechhe dekhe chhodte hue.


“Bye, Maa—apne chhedon ko barbaad karwane ka mazaa lo,” maine awaaz di, muskurate hue jab woh darwaze par ruki.
Usne ek kiss udayi, khelte hue. “Chup, tu! Love you, Raj.”
Maine khidki se dekha jab car curbside par idle thi, streetlamp ke neeche ek sleek kaali sedan. Mukesh bahar nikla, lamba aur muskurata hua ek simple shirt aur jeans mein, passenger darwaza uske liye flourish ke saath kholta hua, uski aankhein uske saree pehne roop par chalti hui jaise woh use pehle se hi nanga kar raha ho. 


Maa naram se andar sarki, lekin darwaza band hone se pehle, woh aage jhuki, use ek gehre chumban mein kheench liya—honth band, jeebhein dim interior roshni mein dikhayi deti hui, uska hath uski gardan ko jakadta hua jab yeh poore do minute tak chala, geela aur bhukha, uski saree uski jaanghon tak chadh gayi.


Woh haanfte hue alag hue, dono khidki ki or mude, mujhe dekhte hue; Mukesh ne casual taur par hath hilaya, ek thumbs-up aur wink ke saath, jabki Maa ne ek aur kiss udayi, uski lipstick smudge hui, uski muskurahat pure shararat thi. Phir woh steering wheel ke peechhe sarka, engine gunguna utha, aur woh raat mein chal diye, taillights ek gandagi ke vaade ki tarah dheeme hote hue.


Ab akela, maine apna ling pant ke upar se ragda, friction meri reedh ki haddi mein sparks bhejta hua jab maine tasavvur kiya—Mukesh ke hath us saree ke neeche, blouse ko phaad kar uske stann ko masalta hua, phir use palat kar uski yoni ko kacha thokta hua, finale ke liye uski gand mein badalta hua, use uska naam cheekhne par majboor karta hua. Woh ek asli randi thi, meri maa—apne bimaar pati ko ling ke liye chhodkar, paap ki devi ki tarah saji hui, uske chhed barbaadi ke liye nirdharit. Is vichar ne mujhe siskari bharne par majboor kiya, precum meri underwear ko bhigota hua.


Us raat baad mein, Papa abhi bhi bedroom mein behosh—uska seena sthir taur par uthta hua, neend mein chehra dheela—main sofa par baith gaya, TV ek porn video ke saath flicker karta hua jo maine apne phone par chala rakha tha, ek kambal ke neeche chhupa hua. Screen par ek busty MILF dikhayi de rahi thi, Maa ki saree jaisi, jhuki hui double-team ho rahi thi, uska pichhwada hil raha tha jab ling uski yoni aur muh ke beech badal rahe the. Mera hath dheere se kaam kar raha tha, moans ke saath sync hota hua, mera dimaag Maa ke chehre ko overlap karta hua, uski hari blouse phati hui, peela kapda uske ankles par jama hua.


Mera phone achanak bhaunka—Mukesh se ek video call. Mera dil uchal pada, uttejana se bhar gaya; mujhe koi idea nahi tha woh ab kyun call karega, lekin is thrill ne mera ling aur zor se phadka diya. Maine porn mute kiya, phone ko Papa ke darwaze se door angle kiya, aur jawab diya, ise meri jaangh par rakhte hue. Screen ek hairan karne wale nazare se bhar gaya: Mukesh ek king-sized bistar par nanga letkar, jo ek saste motel room jaisa dikhta tha—dim lamps, bikhre hui chadaren—uska mota ling garv se khada, nasdaar aur chamakta hua.


Aur wahan, uski taangon ke beech, Maa thi, bilkul nangi, uski saree aur blouse farsh par ek dher mein chhodi hui, uske bhaari stann hil rahe the jab woh apna sar hila rahi thi, uske ling ko geele utsah ke saath choosti hui, uske honth chawde kheeche hue, thook uske andkosh par tapakta hua. Uska mota pichhwada hawa mein tha, yoni ke honth phoole hue aur dikhayi dete hue, gand ka chhed pehle ke khel se thoda sa wink karta hua. 


Mukesh ne phone ko sthir rakha, shaitaan jaisa muskurata hua, saaf taur par call kiya tha sirf mujhe live apmaan dikhane ke liye. Woh ek legend tha—parivaarik voyeurism ko is bighde hue bandhan mein badalta hua, mujhe uske girne mein shamil karta hua.



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“Hey, Raj, mere dost!” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi lekin speaker se goonjti hui, dhyan se ki echo na ho. “Dekh kya mila—teri maa ek show de rahi hai. Hello kaho, Rekha.”
Maa ne uske ling se ek geele pop ke saath muh nikala, thook ke dhaage uske honthon ko tip se jodte hue, uski thodi chamakti hui, aankhein nafs se bhari hui jab usne camera ki or dekha. “Hi, beta... mmm, Raj, tu dekh raha hai? Yaar, yeh ling itna achha swaad deta hai—saari raat iski bhook thi.”


Maine bedroom ke darwaze ki or dekha, dil tezi se dhadakta hua—Papa ke kharrate halke lekin sthir; ek galat awaaz, aur woh hil jayega. Maine apni awaaz fusfusaahat mein rakhi, phone ko aur neeche angle kiya. “Hey, Uncle... Maa. Yaar, yeh wild hai. Tu use pro ki tarah choos rahi hai—gehri aur geeli. Savdhaan, lekin—Papa nazdeek so raha hai; slurps sunai nahi deni chahiye.”


Maa dheeme se hasi, Mukesh ke shaft ko sehlate hue, uski jeebh sar par flick karti hui. “Oh, us buddhe ko kharrate maarne do. Dekh mujhe, Raj—dekha teri maa kitni randi hai? Motel mein ghutne par, blouse utri, saree gayi, bas is ling ki pooja karti hui. Yeh jaan kar meri yoni tapakti hai ki tu dekh raha hai.”
Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uske hath mein halke se dhakka dete hue. “Wahi baat, Rekha—use bata kitna tujhe meri veerya nigalne wali randi hona pasand hai. Raj, teri maa ka gala velvet jaisa hai—mujhe andkosh tak gehra leti hai bina gag kiye. Kitni gandi kutiya.”


“Yaar, Uncle, tu uske muh ko barbaad kar raha hai,” maine taareef ki, mera free hath meri kamarband ke neeche sarka aur dheere se sehlaaya. “Maa itni gandi suar hai—aise choosti hui, stann bahar, pichhwada upar. Bet lagao teri yoni pehle se hi geeli hai. Yaad hai jab usne teri gand se seedha tera veerya nigla tha? Legend move.”


Maa ne tip ke gird approval mein gunjaya, phir se pop karke nikli. “Mmm, haan—gandi baatein karo, ladkon. Raj, tu apni maa ko apmanit kar raha hai? Mujhe suar bol raha hai? Yaar, yeh mujhe uttejit karta hai. Mukesh, use bata kaise tune mujhe pehle fart karwaya, meri gand ko apni ungliyon se kheench kar.”


Mukesh hasa, uske nipple ko chikoti kaat kar. “Oh, usne kiya—sink par jhuki hui, pichhwade ke gaal failaye hue, ek geela fart chhodte hue jab maine uske chhed ko taiyaar kiya. Raj, teri maa jab main us gande chhed ke saath khelta hoon toh gas factory hai. Agla kya? Tu chahta hai teri yoni ke swaad ka detail aaj raat? Hamesha ki tarah meetha, drive ke paseene ke saath mila hua.”


“Yaar haan,” maine kaha, tezi se sehlate hue, kambal tent banata hua. “Bata—kya tune car mein uski yoni khaayi? Maa, kya tune uske chehre par apni geeli yoni ragdi jaise ek bechain randi?”


Usne sar hilaya, ab uske andkosh chaat rahi thi, uski awaaz dheemi. “Lagbhag—car roki, saree upar ki, uski godi mein baithkar apni geeli yoni uski jeans par ragdi. Lekin poora bhojan yahan ke liye bachaaya. Raj, mujhse kuch ganda pooch—mujhe confess karwao jab main choosti hoon.”
“Thik hai,” maine fusfusaaya, Papa ke darwaze ki or phir dekha. “Maa, kya Uncle ne abhi tak teri gand chodi hai? Ya woh geela chhed abhi bhi intezar kar raha hai?”


Maa ne nikalte hue, camera par muskurayi, thook bubblta hua. “Abhi nahi, beta, hum bas garam ho rahe hain. Uska ling iske liye phadak raha hai, lekin. Jaldi hi usse bheek maangoongi, ek achhi randi ki tarah chawda failakar.”
Mukesh ne hila, phone ko behtar angle kiya. “Hey, Raj—hamein dikhao woh bevakoof papa kaisa hai. Camera ghumao, hamein us cuck ko kharrate maarte hue dekhao.”


Main jhijhaka, dil tezi se dhadakta hua—Papa kisi bhi pal jaag sakta tha—lekin thrill jeet gaya. Main dheere se khada hua, bedroom ke darwaze tak chupke se gaya, use thoda sa khola. Papa wahan leta tha, muh dheela, seena dheere se uthta hua, apne pajamas mein anjaan. Maine camera dheere se ghumaya, dim kamra capture karta hua, uska shaant chehra, nightstand par untouched paani ka glass.


“Dekha?” maine fusfusaaya. “Woh bevakoof ki tarah so raha hai, jab se tu gayi tab se shayad hila bhi nahi, Maa.”
Mukesh ka hasi dheemi, buraayi bhari thi. “Dekh us pathetic pati ko—kharrate maar raha hai jaise ek suar jab uski patni mere ling par gale tak hai. Jaag, Anil, tu dheela ling wala loser! Teri Rekha yahan hai, mere andkosh chus rahi hai—aa dekha kaisa mazak hai tu!”


Maa uske ling ke gird hasi se phoot padi, awaaz geeli aur dheemi, uske vibrations ne use siskari bharne par majboor kiya. Yeh mujhe hairan kiya—uski khushi us apmaan par, hanste hue jab woh bob kar rahi thi, Papa ke bimaari ke liye koi daya nahi, bas pure, shaitaan wali khushi apmaan mein. Woh ismein khushi mana rahi thi, uski hasi kisi bhi shabd se zyada teekha vishwasghat, sabut deta hua ki uska dil ab Mukesh ka tha.


“Yaar, Rekha, haso,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske muh mein dhakka dete hue. “Woh bevakoof iske haqdaar hai—anjaan jab main uske parivaar ka maalik ban raha hoon.”
Maa ne nikalte hue, apna muh saaf kiya, abhi bhi hichkiyaan leti hui. “Papa ki tabiyat kaisi hai, Raj? Woh thik hai us chhote se seena drama ke baad? Chahe woh roti hua harami meri chinta ka haqdaar nahi—shayad aadha natak attention ke liye kar raha hai.”


Main camera ko wapas khali sofa par ghumaya, baith gaya. “Woh ek baar jaaga, Maa, thoda soup khaya, tere bare mein shikayat ki, phir wapas crash ho gaya. Pills ne shayad madad ki. Lekin haan, woh stable hai.”


Usne Mukesh ko tezi se sehlate hue gunjaya. “Achha—use us bistar mein sadne do. Kaash woh bas mar jaye, Raj. Phir main Mukesh ka ling hamesha choos sakti hoon, chhupna nahi, koi guilt nahi. Uske kamzor dil ko goli maaro.”








Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uski aankhein us par. “Bilul sahi, Rekha—har subah karo, kitchen table par jhukkar, pichhwada upar doosri baar ke liye. Anil ek dead weight hai; ek kam samasya.”
Maine use daanta, awaaz teekhi lekin uttejit. “Maa, yeh kathor hai! Papa bimaar hai—dil ka mamla koi mazak nahi. Tu use aisa wish nahi kar sakti.”



Usne aankhein ghumayi, Mukesh ke ling par wapas doobte hue jawab diya, uski awaaz virodhi. “Kathor? Yeh sach hai, mere bete, main har raat dua karti hoon woh jaldi aur chupke se mar jaye. Mujhe asli ling ke liye aazaad karta hai, uske dheele bahano ke liye nahi. Judge mat karo; tujhe mujhe aise dekhna pasand hai. Tujhe mujhe Mukesh ka ling chooste hue dekhna pasand hai.”



Mukesh ne sehmat hote hue, dhakka diya. “Ladka daantne mein sahi hai, lekin goli maaro—Anil waise bhi khatam hai. Jaldi mar, tu harami Anil—teri patni meri jaidad hai.”
Main tab hasa, andhera mujhe kheench raha tha. “Shit, tum dono bedard ho. Lekin haan... agar woh chala gaya, toh humare liye zyada mazaa. Maa, tu savage hai—apne pati par aise dua karti hui? Bahut hot.”


“Dekha? Mera ladka bhi ismein shamil hai,” Maa ne kaha, phir se pop karke nikli. “Ab kaafi hai us hone wale murde ke bare mein. Mukesh, usse pooch kya woh tujhe meri gand chodte hue dekhna chahta hai. Raj, tu iske liye mar raha hai?”
“Yaar haan,” maine jawab diya, mera sehlana tezi se badha. “Us dheele chhed ko thoko—use cheekhne do.”


Mukesh muskuraya, phone ko bistar ke bagal mein ek shelf par rakhte hue, angle chawda hota hua poore kamre ko dikhata hua—ek ganda motel haven, peeling wallpaper, khidki ke bahar ek neon sign buzz karta hua, king bed par bikhri chadaron par laal roshni daalta hua, chhodi hui saree ek samarpan ka jhanda jaisi. Yeh apne sleaziness mein priceless tha, ek paap ka adda jahan Maa ke inhibitions mar gaye, hawa uske perfume aur sex ke paseene se bhar gayi. “Apna ling pakdo aur muth maro hamare liye, Raj. Is cheez ko sehlao jab main ise barbaad karta hoon—mere dhakkon se match karo.”



Maine hukm maana, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, ek hath phone ko sthir rakhte hue, doosra mere shaft ke gird lapeta, pehle dheere se pump karta hua, kambal ek taraf kheench diya. Screen par, Mukesh ne Maa ko kathor taur par pakda, use doggystyle mein ek zor daar dhakke se palta, uske stann mattress se takraaye, pichhwada upar, gaal natural taur par fail gaye uske chhedon ko expose karte hue. Woh uske peechhe position liya, ling ka sar uski yoni ko chhedte hue, lekin gand ke chhed par ruk gaya, iske bajaye us par thappad maarte hue.



“Tel ki zarurat, Uncle?” maine poocha, awaaz haanfte hui, tezi se sehlate hue. “Is tight—khaair, meri maa ke dheele gand ke chhed ke liye?”
Woh dono camera ki or dekhe, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, Maa ka pichhwada invitation mein hil raha tha. “Use bata, Mukesh,” usne purr kiya, peechhe haath badhakar khud ko failaya. “Raj ko dikhao kyun tu iski parwah nahi karta.”


Main aage jhuka. “Kya? Bata kyun koi lube nahi?”
Mukesh hasa, phone pakadkar Maa ke gand ke chhed par tight zoom kiya—ek close-up jo meri screen bhar diya, uska chhed ek barbaad gulab ki tarah khula hua, gulabi aur dheela, bina koshish ke aasani se do ungli chawda, rim phoola hua aur gahra bar bar thokne se, koi virodh nahi bacha, bas ek yawning invitation uske apne ras se geela. Yeh isliye dheela tha kyunki usne—hafte bhar brutal anal, koi reham nahi, uske kabhi tight ring ko ek achhe se chude hue gufa mein badal diya, permanent taur par kheech diya, hamesha taiyaar, hamesha bhukha.








“Dekha, Raj?” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz jeet bhari. “Koi tel nahi chahiye—uski gand barbaad hai, mere ling se poori geeli aur khuli. Ab makkhan jaisa kheenchta hai; main iska poora maalik hoon.”
Maa ne siskari bhari, peechhe dabaya. “Mmm, uski taareef karo, Raj—usne ise itna achha barbaad kiya. Bina uske khali lagta hai; yeh mere mard ka kaam hai, Mommy ke chhed ko veerya sleeve mein badal diya.”



“Wapas shelf par,” Mukesh ne kaha, phone ko wapas chawda rakhte hue, kamra unke paap ko perfectly frame karta hua.
Woh line mein laga, ek baar apne ling par thook phenka show ke liye, phir uski gand mein daala—tezi aur gehra, koi tel nahi, uska ring turant yield karta hua, ek slide mein aadha length nigal gaya, uske gaal uske gird compress hote hue. Maa ne siskari bhari, arch karti hui, uske stann chadar par ghasit rahe.
“Yaar, Rekha—randi ki tarah baat kar,” Mukesh ne gurraaya, ek thappad ke saath bottom out karta hua. “Raj ko bata yeh kaisa lagta hai.”



“Oh yaar, Mukesh—tera ling meri barbaad gand ko chawda kar raha hai!” Maa ne cheekh kar kaha, uski awaaz ek randi wali wail, peechhe dabati hui. “Itna gehra hai, meri gande chhed ko kheench raha hai jaise main ek gandi randi hoon—aur zor se chodo, mere ladke ke liye gape karo!”



“Yaar, Maa,” maine kaha, rhythm mein sehlate hue. “Tu kitni gandi anal randi hai—aisi bheek mangti hui. Dekh tujhe, pichhwada pehle se hi uchal raha hai.”
“Mujhe dekho, Raj,” usne haanfte hue kaha, kandhe ke upar peechhe dekhti hui, aankhein wild. “Dekh teri maa ko jis randi ki tarah woh hai—gand ling se bhari, yoni bina chhue tapakti hui. Yeh hai jo main chahti hoon, beta.”











Mukesh ne uske gaal par thappad maara, aur zor se dhakka dete hue. “Wahi baat—Rekha ek backdoor kutiya hai, chhed glove jaisa dheela. Raj, teri maa ki gand iske liye bani thi—mere ling par jelly jaisa hilta hua.”


Uska bada pichhwada har thokne ke saath hilta tha, gaal lahron mein ripple karte hue, maans ka jhatka jaise uski apni zindagi ho, laal hath ke nishaan uske thappadon se khilte hue, uska chhed dheele lekin bhukhe taur par pakadta hua, har withdrawal ke saath use aur gehra kheenchta hua, harkat hypnotic—naram, mote curves undulate karte hue, uski twacha par paseena chamakta hua, saree ke sunhare folds kone mein bhool gaye jaise chhodi hui inhibitions.
“Maa, mujhe tujh par itna garv hai,” maine kaha, mera hath ab tezi se udta hua, precum meri hatheli ko geela karta hua. “Ise champ ki tarah leti hui—pichhwada hilta hua, Uncle ke liye siskariyaan bharti hui. Sabse best randi.”


Woh haanfte hue hasi, lekin uski awaaz apmaan bhari ho gayi. “Garv? Oh, Raj, maine tujhe galat tarbiyat di, isiliye tu mere jaisa tharki hai, muth marta hua jab tu apni maa ki gand chudte hue dekhta hai. Kaisi maa aisa karti hai? Apne bete ko is bura beta banati hai, lekin yaar, yeh sahi lagta hai.”
“Nahi, Maa,” maine jawab diya, dheeme se siskari bharta hua. “Tu sabse best hai—mujhe asli cheez sikhati hai, Papa ke boring rules nahi. Ek randi maa ek achhi randi hai; zindagi ko spicy rakhti hai.”


Mukesh ne gurraaya, hips zor se takraaye. “Ise suno, Rekha—tera ladka Anil se zyada samajhdaar hai. Yaar, yeh gand swarg hai—mujhe doodh deta hua jab tu baat karti hai. Hamare liye charam par aao, tu gandi gai.”











Main muth marta raha, rhythm badhta hua, mere andkosh kaste hue jab uska pichhwada screen par ripple karta hua, geele thappadon ki awaaz mere kaanon mein goonjti hui, Papa ke kharrate door ka mazak. “Yaar, Mukesh—aur gehra!” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Raj, tu dekhta hai? Mommy poori anal addict hai—is ling ke bina nahi reh sakti jo mujhe barbaad karta hai.”


“Haan, baat karti raho, Maa,” maine haanfte hue kaha. “Mujhe bata yeh kaisa lagta hai—dheela aur bhara?”
“Jaise aag aur anand,” usne siskari bhari. “Uska sar har dhakke mein meri ring ko pop karta hai—oh yaar, main nazdeek hoon! Raj, tezi se sehlao—apni randi maa ke saath charam par aao.”


Mukesh ne speed badha di, bistar charkhaya. “Wahi baat—us barbaad chhed ko squeeze karo, Rekha. Raj, tu sunta hai? Bheek mangti hui jab uska pati agle kamre mein mar raha hai. Legend parivaar.”
Main hasa, edge tak pahunchte hue. “Poori tarah—Papa ka nuksan, hamara faida. Maa, fart karo hamare liye—pehle ki tarah ise chhodo.”


Usne kiya, uske ling ke gird ek geela burst mid-thrust mein, awaaz line par gandi aur teekhi, hum sab ko siskari bharne par majboor karta hua. “Wahan—teri maa ki gassy gand, Raj. Sab tere liye.”
Mera charam tab toot gaya, veerya meri muththi par chhidakta hua, garam aur endless, jab Maa ne apna cheekha, uska jism kaanpta hua, gand ka chhed dikhayi dete hue simat gaya. Mukesh ne bhi roara, uske gahrayiyon mein bharte hue