10-03-2026, 10:16 AM
Uncle ne besharmi ki saari haddein paar karte hue kaha, "Bhabhi, bura mat maanna... lekin humne itne kapde pehne hain ki mujhe sahi grip nahi mil rahi hai. Main bas apne shorts aur underwear thoda neeche kar leta hoon."
Mujhe laga tha ki Mom ab toh cheekh padengi, ab toh use thappad marengi... lekin unka jawab mere liye kisi gehri chot se kam nahi tha. Unhone bina peeche mude, badi hi ajeeb aur jaldbazi bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Jo bhi kar rahe ho, jaldi karo!"
Wo 'Jo Bhi Kar Rahe Ho' shabd mere kaanon mein hathode ki tarah baja. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein dekh raha tha—Uncle ne apne haath apni waist ki taraf badhaye aur Mom ne bas platform ko aur zor se pakad liya. Unki is baat ne mere dimaag mein ek dhamaka kar diya. Kya Mom sach mein sirf Rahul ke dar se jaldi karne ko keh rahi thin, ya phir kuch aur tha jo mujhe andar hi andar tod raha tha?
Mera gussa ab ek aisi dukh aur hairani mein badal gaya tha jise bayaan karna mushkil tha. Lekin unka wahan khade rehna aur Uncle ka apne kapde nikaalna—ye sab mere ghar ke kitchen mein ho raha tha.
Uncle ne bina kisi sharm ke apne shorts aur underwear ghutno tak neeche gira diye. Reflection mein unka uttejit shareer saaf nazar aa raha tha. Unka 6-inch ka ang poori tarah tan chuka tha aur woh meri Mom ke shareer ke bilkul kareeb tha. Kitchen ki light un safed tiles par pad rahi thi, jis wajah se har ek detail mere samne kisi film ki tarah chal rahi thi.
Mom abhi bhi wahi platform pakde khadi thin, unki peeth Uncle ki taraf thi. Wo manzar itna bhayanak tha ki mujhe apni hi aankhon par yakin nahi ho raha tha. Mere ghar ka kitchen, jahan Mom hamare liye pyar se khana banati thin, aaj ek aisi ghatiya harkat ka gawah ban raha tha.
Uncle ne ab dobara Mom ki kamar ko pakda, lekin is baar unke nange shareer aur Mom ke kapdon ke beech ka fasla lagbhag khatam ho chuka tha. Woh dobara unpar dabav banane lage, aur unki saansein ab tez ho rahi thin jo door se bhi sunayi de rahi thin.
Main wahan passage mein crouch kiye hue, apne gusse ko kabu karne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin ab bardasht ki hadd khatam ho chuki thi. Meri Maa ne bhale hi unhe "jaldi karne" ko kaha tha, lekin ek bete ke nate main ye sab aur nahi dekh sakta tha.
Uncle ne ek baar phir Mom ki kamar ko apni mazboot girat mein liya aur is baar bina kisi parde ke, apne nange ang ko Mom ke buttocks ke beech set kar diya. Wo unhe apni taraf itni zor se kheench rahe the ki Mom ka shareer unke saath poori tarah chipak gaya tha.
Mom ne abhi bhi apni nazar saamne ki taraf hi rakhi hui thi, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na hon. Unka chehra expressionless ho chuka tha, lekin unki ungliyan kitchen platform ke kinaro ko itni zor se daba rahi thin ki unke knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ki har harkat ab aur bhi zyada aggressive aur janwar jaisi hoti ja rahi thi.
Main wahan passage mein zameen par baitha, tiles ke us "aaine" mein ye sab dekh raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash (struggle) chal rahi thi. Ek taraf gussa tha jo mujhe andar se jala raha tha, aur doosri taraf ek gehri chot thi—ye dekh kar ki Mom ne unhe roka nahi. Kya wo itni dar gayi thin ki unka dimaag sunn ho gaya tha? Ya phir wo bas chahti thin ki ye sab jaldi khatam ho jaye?
Lekin mere liye, ek bete ke liye, ye dekhna asahniya (unbearable) tha. Wo ghatiya insaan meri Maa ke saath wo sab kar raha tha jise soch kar bhi ghin aati hai, aur wo bhi mere hi ghar mein, mujhse kuch hi feet ki doori par.
Mom ne wahi apni roz wali neeli (blue) rang ki full-length house gown pehni hui thi. Mujhe pata tha ki us gown ke niche unhone hamesha ki tarah petticoat aur apne undergarments—bra aur pantie—bhi pehne honge. Itni layers hone ke bawajud, Uncle ki hawas itni zyada thi ki wo un kapdon ke upar se hi apni gandi harkat ko anjam dene mein laga hua tha.
Reflection mein woh blue gown ab thodi sikud (crumpled) rahi thi kyunki Uncle ne unki kamar ko itni zor se jakda hua tha. Mom ka shareer us gown ke andar puri tarah akad gaya tha. Wo blue rang jo aksar ghar mein sukoon aur mamta ka ehsaas dilata tha, aaj is gande mahool mein bilkul feeka lag raha tha.
Main passage mein baitha ye soch raha tha ki kitni ajeeb baat hai—wo insaan nanga tha, aur meri Mom puri tarah kapdon mein daki hui thin, phir bhi wo unhe is tarah handle kar raha tha jaise unki koi marzi hi na ho. Uncle ka nanga ang us blue gown ke kapde par ragad raha tha, aur har guzarne wale second ke saath unki aggressive harkat badhti ja rahi thi.
Mom ki height 5’6” hai, aur unka kad (stature) kitchen mein khade hue kaafi graceful lagta tha. Unka chehra bohot hi pyara hai, aur unka fair complexion (gora rang) us neeli gown mein aur bhi zyada khil kar dikh raha tha. Lekin us reflection mein, unka woh khoobsurat chehra aaj bilkul murjhaya hua aur tanaav (stress) mein tha.
Unka 34B-35-38 ka figure humesha unhe ek dignified look deta tha, lekin abhi, jab Uncle ne unhe peeche se apni girat mein liya hua tha, unka woh 38-inch ka curvy bottom Uncle ki hawas ka nishana bana hua tha. Uncle ki 6-inch ki nangi cheez unke buttocks ke beech us blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde par zor-zor se ragad rahi thi.
Mom ne saamne dekhte hue apne hont bhiche hue the. Unka gora rang gusse aur sharm se shayad halka laal pad raha tha, jo tiles ki chamak mein saaf dikh raha tha. Uncle, jo unse thode chhote ya barabar kad ke honge, puri taqat se unhe apne kareeb kheench rahe the, aur unka nanga shareer Mom ki blue gown ke saath contrast mein bohot hi bhayanak dikh raha tha.
Mera dimaag ab in physical details ko dekh kar phatne wala tha. Meri sundar, gori aur dignified Maa ke saath ye sab mere hi saamne ho raha tha.
Uncle ne agle kuch minute tak lagatar unke buttocks par dry humping jaari rakhi. Unki saansein ab aur bhi zyada tez aur bhari ho chuki thin, jo kitchen ki chuppi mein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Tabhi maine dekha ki unhone apna haat peeche se aage ki taraf badhaya, aur Mom ke shareer ko poori tarah apne ghere (encircle) mein le liya.
Unka woh ganda haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar se unke pet aur waist ko kas kar pakad raha tha, jaise wo unhe kahin bhagne na dena chahte hon. Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin, lekin Uncle ki is badhti hui aggression ne unke shareer ko aur bhi zyada stiff kar diya tha. Reflection mein unke gore chehre par ek ajeeb sa dard aur ghin ka mishran tha.
Uncle ki nangi 6-inch ki cheez unki gown aur petticoat ke kapde par tezi se ragad rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath Mom ka shareer halka sa aage ki taraf jhatka kha raha tha. Woh manzar itna asahniya tha ki mere haath gusse se kaanpne lage the. Woh meri Maa thin—5’6” ki unki dignified personality ko ye insaan ek khilone ki tarah treat kar raha tha.
Uncle ne apna haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar poore pet (stomach) par ghumana shuru kar diya. Unka haath kabhi upar toh kabhi neeche ja raha tha, jaise wo Mom ke shareer ki har inch ko apna samajh rahe hon. Wo 35-inch ki waist aur stomach area, jise Mom hamesha itni garima (dignity) ke saath dhak kar rakhti thin, aaj Uncle ke gande iradon ka shikaar ho raha tha.
Itne se bhi unka mann nahi bhara, unhone apna muh aage badhaya aur Mom ki nangi peeth aur gardan ke nichle hisse par kisses (chumban) dena shuru kar diya. Unka nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech tezi se ragad raha tha, aur har kiss ke saath wo Mom ko aur bhi zyada zor se apni taraf kheench rahe the.
Mom ne ab apni aankhein band kar li thin. Unka gora chehra tanaav aur shayad ek ajeeb si majboori se bhara hua tha. Unki 5'6" ki lambi frame Uncle ke is attack ke samne bilkul bebas dikh rahi thi.
Main passage mein baitha ye sab dekh kar andar hi andar jal raha tha. Uncle ki saansein Mom ki peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thin, aur unka wo haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha.
Uncle ne apna muh toh hata liya, lekin unka woh haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha, ab upar ki taraf sarakne laga. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise unhone apni pakad badli aur Mom ke breast area (34B) ko gown ke upar se hi zor-zor se dabana (grope) shuru kar diya.
Mom ki blue gown ka kapda unke hathon ki sakht pakad mein aa raha tha. Woh 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jo humesha apne asoolon par chalti thi, aaj apne hi ghar ke kitchen mein is tarah bebas khadi thi. Uncle ka 6-inch ka nanga ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech waise hi tana hua tha aur lagatar dry humping jaari thi.
Uncle ne rukne ke bajaye ab aur bhi zyada zor lagana shuru kar diya tha. Unki saansein Mom ke kaan ke paas gunj rahi thin. Mom ne platform ko itni zor se pakda tha ki unke haath kaanp rahe the. Unka fair complexion (gora rang) ab gusse aur sharm se laal pad chuka tha, lekin unhone ab dobara kuch nahi kaha, shayad is shock mein ki unke 'mana' karne ka Uncle par koi asar nahi hua.
Main passage mein baitha, tiles ki chamak mein ye sab dekh kar ab aur bardasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
Uncle ne apne dono haathon se Mom ke breasts ko gown ke upar se hi zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Unka tarika itna dardnak aur dheet tha ki Mom ka poora shareer halka sa peeche ki taraf jhuk gaya. Phir, unhone ek haath Mom ki blue gown ke collar ya chain ke paas se andar dalne ki koshish ki.
Mujhe laga tha ki ab toh Mom unhe dhakka de dengi, ya shayad chillayengi... lekin nahi. Mom ne unhe nahi roka. Unhone Uncle ko apna haath us gown ke andar sarakne diya. Wo 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jinke gore complexion par gusse ki laali honi chahiye thi, wo ab bas wahan khadi thi—shant aur bebas.
Maine dekha ki kaise Uncle ka haath us kapde ke andar gaya, shayad unke bra ya unki nangi boobs ko chune ke liye. Uncle ki dry humping ab pehle se kahin zyada tez aur junooni ho gayi thi. Unka nanga ang Mom ki gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko lagatar ragad raha tha.
Mera dimaag ab ghoomne laga tha. Kyun? Mom kyun nahi rok rahi thin? Kya ye darr tha, ya phir kuch aisa jo meri samajh se bahar tha? Lekin mere liye, unka beta hone ke naate, ye sab dekhna kisi maut se kam nahi tha. Meri Maa ka wo gora, pyaara chehra ab reflection mein bilkul sunn (numb) lag raha tha.
Uncle ki hawas ki koi inteha nahi thi. Kuch minute tak lagatar unke breasts ko gown ke upar se dabane aur peeche se dry humping karne ke baad, woh phir se apni wahiyat shikayat par utar aaya.
Uncle ne ek gehri aur gandi saans li aur Mom ke kaan ke paas phusphusate hue kaha, "Bhabhi, maza nahi aa raha... is housecoat, petticoat aur tumhari pantie ki wajah se mujhe mere ang par woh sahi grip nahi mil rahi jo milni chahiye. Ye saari layers beech mein rukawat ban rahi hain."
Tiles ke reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne itna kehne ke baad apni pakad thodi dheeli ki, jaise woh Mom ke reaction ka intezar kar raha ho ya phir khud hi agla kadam uthane ki taiyari mein ho. Unka woh nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unki gown par ragad raha tha, lekin ab woh aur bhi zyada direct contact chahta tha.
Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin. Unka 5’6” ka gora shareer us neeli gown mein halka sa kaanp raha tha. Mujhe laga ki shayad ab woh palat kar unhe thappad marengi ya kam se kam wahan se hat jayengi, lekin unka khamosh rehna mere dil mein hazaron khanjar chubha raha tha. Unka woh 34B-35-38 ka figure, jo itni layers mein dhaka hua tha, ab Uncle ki agli ghinoni koshish ka nishana banne wala tha.
Main passage mein baitha, apni mutthiyan itni zor se biche hue tha ki mere knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ka ye 'complaint' karna is baat ka ishara tha ki ab woh Mom ke kapde utarwane par aane wala hai.
Mom ka yeh jawab sunkar passage mein mere pairo tale zameen hi nikal gayi. Unka bina peeche mude yeh kehna ki "Main kya kar sakti hoon? Bas aur zor se press karo aur khatam karo (cum karo)!", mere dimaag mein ek dhamake ki tarah baja.
Mom ki awaaz mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek aisi thakan aur ajab si majboori thi jaise wo bas is poori situtation se jald se jald peecha chhudana chahti hon. Unka woh gora chehra, jo reflection mein saaf dikh raha tha, ab poori tarah se sunn (numb) ho chuka tha. Woh bas chahti thin ki Uncle apni hawas poori kare aur wahan se hat jaye.
Lekin Uncle, jo pehle hi dheet tha, usne Mom ki is baat ko ek "permission" ki tarah liya. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise usne apne dono haath Mom ki kamar par aur bhi mazbooti se jamaye aur unke 38-inch ke buttocks par apna poora dabav (pressure) badha diya.
Wo nanga 6-inch ka ang ab Mom ki blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko buri tarah kuchal raha tha. Uncle ne Mom ki baat maante hue apni movement ki speed badha di. Unka shareer ab jhatke le raha tha aur har dhakke ke saath Mom ka 5'6" ka frame kitchen platform se takra raha tha.
Kitchen mein ab sirf Uncle ki bhari saansein aur kapdon ke ragadne ki awaaz gunj rahi thi. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh kar bilkul toot chuka tha. Meri Maa, meri izzat... aaj is tarah ek ghatiya insaan ke samne "jaldi khatam karne" ki guhaar laga rahi thin.
Uncle ne dry humping karte hue, haanfte (panting) hue Mom se kaha, "Bhabhi, ek kaam karo... apni ye housecoat aur petticoat thoda upar utha lo aur apni waist ke paas pakad lo. Isse main apna lund seedha tumhare buttocks ke beech (ass crack) set kar paunga. Direct touch hoga toh jaldi ho jayega. Aur suno, agar Rahul aa bhi gaya, toh bas kapde chhod dena... sab kuch wapas dhak jayega aur use kuch pata nahi chalega."
Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar sunn pad gaya. Wo ghatiya insaan meri hi maujoodgi ko apni is ghinoni scheme ka hissa bana raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki wo itna chalak hai ki meri Maa ke kapde utarwa dega aur kisi ko bhanak tak nahi lagegi.
Reflection mein maine dekha ki Mom ke gore haath, jo ab tak platform ko pakde hue the, thode se kaanpe. Unka 5’6” ka shareer is waqt ek aisi kashmakash mein tha jise dekh kar mera dil phat raha tha. Uncle ka nanga 6-inch ka ang unki blue gown ke piche bilkul taiyar khada tha, bas us kapde ke hatne ka intezar kar raha tha.
Kitchen ki light un tiles par chamak rahi thi, aur mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki Uncle ne apni pakad thodi dheeli ki hai taaki Mom apne kapde upar utha sakein.
Mom ne apni gardan halki si ghuma kar, bina peeche poori tarah mude, sakht awaaz mein kaha, "Tum pagal ho gaye ho! (You are crazy!)"
Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar thoda relax hua. Maine dabi saans mein socha, "Shukr hai! Chalo, kam se kam ab toh Mom is pagalpan ko rokengi. Ab toh ye bura sapna (nightmare) khatam hoga." Mujhe laga ki unka gussa ab jagega aur wo Uncle ko dhakka de kar wahan se nikal jayengi.
Lekin Uncle par iska koi asar nahi hua. Usne ek gehri, gandi hansi hansi aur kaha, "Pagal toh main tumhare liye hoon bhabhi, aur is waqt jo ho raha hai wo mujhe aur bhi pagal bana raha hai. Bas thodi der ki toh baat hai, Rahul ko kuch pata nahi chalega."
Tiles ki reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne apni pakad dheeli nahi ki, balki wo ab bhi Mom ke 38-inch buttocks ke peeche apna nanga ang ragad raha tha. Mom ka gora chehra ab bhi tanaav mein tha, aur unki saansein tej ho rahi thin.
Mujhe laga tha ki unka "Crazy" kehna is sabka end hoga, lekin Uncle ki zidd aur Mom ki khamoshi ne mahaul ko aur bhi zyada tense kar diya.
Mujhe laga tha ki Mom ab toh cheekh padengi, ab toh use thappad marengi... lekin unka jawab mere liye kisi gehri chot se kam nahi tha. Unhone bina peeche mude, badi hi ajeeb aur jaldbazi bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Jo bhi kar rahe ho, jaldi karo!"
Wo 'Jo Bhi Kar Rahe Ho' shabd mere kaanon mein hathode ki tarah baja. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein dekh raha tha—Uncle ne apne haath apni waist ki taraf badhaye aur Mom ne bas platform ko aur zor se pakad liya. Unki is baat ne mere dimaag mein ek dhamaka kar diya. Kya Mom sach mein sirf Rahul ke dar se jaldi karne ko keh rahi thin, ya phir kuch aur tha jo mujhe andar hi andar tod raha tha?
Mera gussa ab ek aisi dukh aur hairani mein badal gaya tha jise bayaan karna mushkil tha. Lekin unka wahan khade rehna aur Uncle ka apne kapde nikaalna—ye sab mere ghar ke kitchen mein ho raha tha.
Uncle ne bina kisi sharm ke apne shorts aur underwear ghutno tak neeche gira diye. Reflection mein unka uttejit shareer saaf nazar aa raha tha. Unka 6-inch ka ang poori tarah tan chuka tha aur woh meri Mom ke shareer ke bilkul kareeb tha. Kitchen ki light un safed tiles par pad rahi thi, jis wajah se har ek detail mere samne kisi film ki tarah chal rahi thi.
Mom abhi bhi wahi platform pakde khadi thin, unki peeth Uncle ki taraf thi. Wo manzar itna bhayanak tha ki mujhe apni hi aankhon par yakin nahi ho raha tha. Mere ghar ka kitchen, jahan Mom hamare liye pyar se khana banati thin, aaj ek aisi ghatiya harkat ka gawah ban raha tha.
Uncle ne ab dobara Mom ki kamar ko pakda, lekin is baar unke nange shareer aur Mom ke kapdon ke beech ka fasla lagbhag khatam ho chuka tha. Woh dobara unpar dabav banane lage, aur unki saansein ab tez ho rahi thin jo door se bhi sunayi de rahi thin.
Main wahan passage mein crouch kiye hue, apne gusse ko kabu karne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin ab bardasht ki hadd khatam ho chuki thi. Meri Maa ne bhale hi unhe "jaldi karne" ko kaha tha, lekin ek bete ke nate main ye sab aur nahi dekh sakta tha.
Uncle ne ek baar phir Mom ki kamar ko apni mazboot girat mein liya aur is baar bina kisi parde ke, apne nange ang ko Mom ke buttocks ke beech set kar diya. Wo unhe apni taraf itni zor se kheench rahe the ki Mom ka shareer unke saath poori tarah chipak gaya tha.
Mom ne abhi bhi apni nazar saamne ki taraf hi rakhi hui thi, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na hon. Unka chehra expressionless ho chuka tha, lekin unki ungliyan kitchen platform ke kinaro ko itni zor se daba rahi thin ki unke knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ki har harkat ab aur bhi zyada aggressive aur janwar jaisi hoti ja rahi thi.
Main wahan passage mein zameen par baitha, tiles ke us "aaine" mein ye sab dekh raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash (struggle) chal rahi thi. Ek taraf gussa tha jo mujhe andar se jala raha tha, aur doosri taraf ek gehri chot thi—ye dekh kar ki Mom ne unhe roka nahi. Kya wo itni dar gayi thin ki unka dimaag sunn ho gaya tha? Ya phir wo bas chahti thin ki ye sab jaldi khatam ho jaye?
Lekin mere liye, ek bete ke liye, ye dekhna asahniya (unbearable) tha. Wo ghatiya insaan meri Maa ke saath wo sab kar raha tha jise soch kar bhi ghin aati hai, aur wo bhi mere hi ghar mein, mujhse kuch hi feet ki doori par.
Mom ne wahi apni roz wali neeli (blue) rang ki full-length house gown pehni hui thi. Mujhe pata tha ki us gown ke niche unhone hamesha ki tarah petticoat aur apne undergarments—bra aur pantie—bhi pehne honge. Itni layers hone ke bawajud, Uncle ki hawas itni zyada thi ki wo un kapdon ke upar se hi apni gandi harkat ko anjam dene mein laga hua tha.
Reflection mein woh blue gown ab thodi sikud (crumpled) rahi thi kyunki Uncle ne unki kamar ko itni zor se jakda hua tha. Mom ka shareer us gown ke andar puri tarah akad gaya tha. Wo blue rang jo aksar ghar mein sukoon aur mamta ka ehsaas dilata tha, aaj is gande mahool mein bilkul feeka lag raha tha.
Main passage mein baitha ye soch raha tha ki kitni ajeeb baat hai—wo insaan nanga tha, aur meri Mom puri tarah kapdon mein daki hui thin, phir bhi wo unhe is tarah handle kar raha tha jaise unki koi marzi hi na ho. Uncle ka nanga ang us blue gown ke kapde par ragad raha tha, aur har guzarne wale second ke saath unki aggressive harkat badhti ja rahi thi.
Mom ki height 5’6” hai, aur unka kad (stature) kitchen mein khade hue kaafi graceful lagta tha. Unka chehra bohot hi pyara hai, aur unka fair complexion (gora rang) us neeli gown mein aur bhi zyada khil kar dikh raha tha. Lekin us reflection mein, unka woh khoobsurat chehra aaj bilkul murjhaya hua aur tanaav (stress) mein tha.
Unka 34B-35-38 ka figure humesha unhe ek dignified look deta tha, lekin abhi, jab Uncle ne unhe peeche se apni girat mein liya hua tha, unka woh 38-inch ka curvy bottom Uncle ki hawas ka nishana bana hua tha. Uncle ki 6-inch ki nangi cheez unke buttocks ke beech us blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde par zor-zor se ragad rahi thi.
Mom ne saamne dekhte hue apne hont bhiche hue the. Unka gora rang gusse aur sharm se shayad halka laal pad raha tha, jo tiles ki chamak mein saaf dikh raha tha. Uncle, jo unse thode chhote ya barabar kad ke honge, puri taqat se unhe apne kareeb kheench rahe the, aur unka nanga shareer Mom ki blue gown ke saath contrast mein bohot hi bhayanak dikh raha tha.
Mera dimaag ab in physical details ko dekh kar phatne wala tha. Meri sundar, gori aur dignified Maa ke saath ye sab mere hi saamne ho raha tha.
Uncle ne agle kuch minute tak lagatar unke buttocks par dry humping jaari rakhi. Unki saansein ab aur bhi zyada tez aur bhari ho chuki thin, jo kitchen ki chuppi mein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Tabhi maine dekha ki unhone apna haat peeche se aage ki taraf badhaya, aur Mom ke shareer ko poori tarah apne ghere (encircle) mein le liya.
Unka woh ganda haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar se unke pet aur waist ko kas kar pakad raha tha, jaise wo unhe kahin bhagne na dena chahte hon. Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin, lekin Uncle ki is badhti hui aggression ne unke shareer ko aur bhi zyada stiff kar diya tha. Reflection mein unke gore chehre par ek ajeeb sa dard aur ghin ka mishran tha.
Uncle ki nangi 6-inch ki cheez unki gown aur petticoat ke kapde par tezi se ragad rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath Mom ka shareer halka sa aage ki taraf jhatka kha raha tha. Woh manzar itna asahniya tha ki mere haath gusse se kaanpne lage the. Woh meri Maa thin—5’6” ki unki dignified personality ko ye insaan ek khilone ki tarah treat kar raha tha.
Uncle ne apna haath Mom ki us blue gown ke upar poore pet (stomach) par ghumana shuru kar diya. Unka haath kabhi upar toh kabhi neeche ja raha tha, jaise wo Mom ke shareer ki har inch ko apna samajh rahe hon. Wo 35-inch ki waist aur stomach area, jise Mom hamesha itni garima (dignity) ke saath dhak kar rakhti thin, aaj Uncle ke gande iradon ka shikaar ho raha tha.
Itne se bhi unka mann nahi bhara, unhone apna muh aage badhaya aur Mom ki nangi peeth aur gardan ke nichle hisse par kisses (chumban) dena shuru kar diya. Unka nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech tezi se ragad raha tha, aur har kiss ke saath wo Mom ko aur bhi zyada zor se apni taraf kheench rahe the.
Mom ne ab apni aankhein band kar li thin. Unka gora chehra tanaav aur shayad ek ajeeb si majboori se bhara hua tha. Unki 5'6" ki lambi frame Uncle ke is attack ke samne bilkul bebas dikh rahi thi.
Main passage mein baitha ye sab dekh kar andar hi andar jal raha tha. Uncle ki saansein Mom ki peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thin, aur unka wo haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha.
Uncle ne apna muh toh hata liya, lekin unka woh haath jo Mom ke pet par ghoom raha tha, ab upar ki taraf sarakne laga. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise unhone apni pakad badli aur Mom ke breast area (34B) ko gown ke upar se hi zor-zor se dabana (grope) shuru kar diya.
Mom ki blue gown ka kapda unke hathon ki sakht pakad mein aa raha tha. Woh 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jo humesha apne asoolon par chalti thi, aaj apne hi ghar ke kitchen mein is tarah bebas khadi thi. Uncle ka 6-inch ka nanga ang ab bhi unke buttocks ke beech waise hi tana hua tha aur lagatar dry humping jaari thi.
Uncle ne rukne ke bajaye ab aur bhi zyada zor lagana shuru kar diya tha. Unki saansein Mom ke kaan ke paas gunj rahi thin. Mom ne platform ko itni zor se pakda tha ki unke haath kaanp rahe the. Unka fair complexion (gora rang) ab gusse aur sharm se laal pad chuka tha, lekin unhone ab dobara kuch nahi kaha, shayad is shock mein ki unke 'mana' karne ka Uncle par koi asar nahi hua.
Main passage mein baitha, tiles ki chamak mein ye sab dekh kar ab aur bardasht nahi kar pa raha tha.
Uncle ne apne dono haathon se Mom ke breasts ko gown ke upar se hi zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Unka tarika itna dardnak aur dheet tha ki Mom ka poora shareer halka sa peeche ki taraf jhuk gaya. Phir, unhone ek haath Mom ki blue gown ke collar ya chain ke paas se andar dalne ki koshish ki.
Mujhe laga tha ki ab toh Mom unhe dhakka de dengi, ya shayad chillayengi... lekin nahi. Mom ne unhe nahi roka. Unhone Uncle ko apna haath us gown ke andar sarakne diya. Wo 5'6" ki dignified aurat, jinke gore complexion par gusse ki laali honi chahiye thi, wo ab bas wahan khadi thi—shant aur bebas.
Maine dekha ki kaise Uncle ka haath us kapde ke andar gaya, shayad unke bra ya unki nangi boobs ko chune ke liye. Uncle ki dry humping ab pehle se kahin zyada tez aur junooni ho gayi thi. Unka nanga ang Mom ki gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko lagatar ragad raha tha.
Mera dimaag ab ghoomne laga tha. Kyun? Mom kyun nahi rok rahi thin? Kya ye darr tha, ya phir kuch aisa jo meri samajh se bahar tha? Lekin mere liye, unka beta hone ke naate, ye sab dekhna kisi maut se kam nahi tha. Meri Maa ka wo gora, pyaara chehra ab reflection mein bilkul sunn (numb) lag raha tha.
Uncle ki hawas ki koi inteha nahi thi. Kuch minute tak lagatar unke breasts ko gown ke upar se dabane aur peeche se dry humping karne ke baad, woh phir se apni wahiyat shikayat par utar aaya.
Uncle ne ek gehri aur gandi saans li aur Mom ke kaan ke paas phusphusate hue kaha, "Bhabhi, maza nahi aa raha... is housecoat, petticoat aur tumhari pantie ki wajah se mujhe mere ang par woh sahi grip nahi mil rahi jo milni chahiye. Ye saari layers beech mein rukawat ban rahi hain."
Tiles ke reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne itna kehne ke baad apni pakad thodi dheeli ki, jaise woh Mom ke reaction ka intezar kar raha ho ya phir khud hi agla kadam uthane ki taiyari mein ho. Unka woh nanga 6-inch ka ang ab bhi unki gown par ragad raha tha, lekin ab woh aur bhi zyada direct contact chahta tha.
Mom abhi bhi wahi kitchen platform pakde khadi thin. Unka 5’6” ka gora shareer us neeli gown mein halka sa kaanp raha tha. Mujhe laga ki shayad ab woh palat kar unhe thappad marengi ya kam se kam wahan se hat jayengi, lekin unka khamosh rehna mere dil mein hazaron khanjar chubha raha tha. Unka woh 34B-35-38 ka figure, jo itni layers mein dhaka hua tha, ab Uncle ki agli ghinoni koshish ka nishana banne wala tha.
Main passage mein baitha, apni mutthiyan itni zor se biche hue tha ki mere knuckles safed pad gaye the. Uncle ka ye 'complaint' karna is baat ka ishara tha ki ab woh Mom ke kapde utarwane par aane wala hai.
Mom ka yeh jawab sunkar passage mein mere pairo tale zameen hi nikal gayi. Unka bina peeche mude yeh kehna ki "Main kya kar sakti hoon? Bas aur zor se press karo aur khatam karo (cum karo)!", mere dimaag mein ek dhamake ki tarah baja.
Mom ki awaaz mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek aisi thakan aur ajab si majboori thi jaise wo bas is poori situtation se jald se jald peecha chhudana chahti hon. Unka woh gora chehra, jo reflection mein saaf dikh raha tha, ab poori tarah se sunn (numb) ho chuka tha. Woh bas chahti thin ki Uncle apni hawas poori kare aur wahan se hat jaye.
Lekin Uncle, jo pehle hi dheet tha, usne Mom ki is baat ko ek "permission" ki tarah liya. Maine reflection mein dekha ki kaise usne apne dono haath Mom ki kamar par aur bhi mazbooti se jamaye aur unke 38-inch ke buttocks par apna poora dabav (pressure) badha diya.
Wo nanga 6-inch ka ang ab Mom ki blue gown aur petticoat ke kapde ko buri tarah kuchal raha tha. Uncle ne Mom ki baat maante hue apni movement ki speed badha di. Unka shareer ab jhatke le raha tha aur har dhakke ke saath Mom ka 5'6" ka frame kitchen platform se takra raha tha.
Kitchen mein ab sirf Uncle ki bhari saansein aur kapdon ke ragadne ki awaaz gunj rahi thi. Main wahan passage mein tiles ki reflection mein ye sab dekh kar bilkul toot chuka tha. Meri Maa, meri izzat... aaj is tarah ek ghatiya insaan ke samne "jaldi khatam karne" ki guhaar laga rahi thin.
Uncle ne dry humping karte hue, haanfte (panting) hue Mom se kaha, "Bhabhi, ek kaam karo... apni ye housecoat aur petticoat thoda upar utha lo aur apni waist ke paas pakad lo. Isse main apna lund seedha tumhare buttocks ke beech (ass crack) set kar paunga. Direct touch hoga toh jaldi ho jayega. Aur suno, agar Rahul aa bhi gaya, toh bas kapde chhod dena... sab kuch wapas dhak jayega aur use kuch pata nahi chalega."
Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar sunn pad gaya. Wo ghatiya insaan meri hi maujoodgi ko apni is ghinoni scheme ka hissa bana raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki wo itna chalak hai ki meri Maa ke kapde utarwa dega aur kisi ko bhanak tak nahi lagegi.
Reflection mein maine dekha ki Mom ke gore haath, jo ab tak platform ko pakde hue the, thode se kaanpe. Unka 5’6” ka shareer is waqt ek aisi kashmakash mein tha jise dekh kar mera dil phat raha tha. Uncle ka nanga 6-inch ka ang unki blue gown ke piche bilkul taiyar khada tha, bas us kapde ke hatne ka intezar kar raha tha.
Kitchen ki light un tiles par chamak rahi thi, aur mujhe saaf dikh raha tha ki Uncle ne apni pakad thodi dheeli ki hai taaki Mom apne kapde upar utha sakein.
Mom ne apni gardan halki si ghuma kar, bina peeche poori tarah mude, sakht awaaz mein kaha, "Tum pagal ho gaye ho! (You are crazy!)"
Main passage mein baitha ye sunkar thoda relax hua. Maine dabi saans mein socha, "Shukr hai! Chalo, kam se kam ab toh Mom is pagalpan ko rokengi. Ab toh ye bura sapna (nightmare) khatam hoga." Mujhe laga ki unka gussa ab jagega aur wo Uncle ko dhakka de kar wahan se nikal jayengi.
Lekin Uncle par iska koi asar nahi hua. Usne ek gehri, gandi hansi hansi aur kaha, "Pagal toh main tumhare liye hoon bhabhi, aur is waqt jo ho raha hai wo mujhe aur bhi pagal bana raha hai. Bas thodi der ki toh baat hai, Rahul ko kuch pata nahi chalega."
Tiles ki reflection mein maine dekha ki Uncle ne apni pakad dheeli nahi ki, balki wo ab bhi Mom ke 38-inch buttocks ke peeche apna nanga ang ragad raha tha. Mom ka gora chehra ab bhi tanaav mein tha, aur unki saansein tej ho rahi thin.
Mujhe laga tha ki unka "Crazy" kehna is sabka end hoga, lekin Uncle ki zidd aur Mom ki khamoshi ne mahaul ko aur bhi zyada tense kar diya.
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