Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

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CHAPTER 2

Meri mom ke saath wo trip jo chat ne introduce kiya, usne kuch real cheez shuru kar di.

Ek shaam jab suraj dheere se dub raha tha aur deewaron ko sone jaisa rang de raha tha, Ammi ne mujhki taraf pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath dekha. Usne apna veil dheere se theek kiya aur boli, 

“Rizwan beta, jab se tere abbu gaye hain hum yahan bandh ke reh gaye hain. Ek hafta ho gaya aur main dekh rahi hoon tu thoda bechain ho raha hai apni saari taakat ke saath. Kya kehna hai, chhoti si trip kar lein, sirf hum dono?” 

Mera dil khushi se uchal pada jab usne yeh kaha. Ammi ke saath trip — sirf woh aur main, koi aur nahi jo beech mein aaye ya nazar rakhe. Maine hamesha uske saath waqt bitana pasand kiya tha, lekin yeh kuchh khaas tha, jaise Khuda ki taraf se ek tohfa. 

“Ammi, yeh toh bilkul perfect hai! Bahut khushi hui aapne socha. Aapke saath trip… sabse achhi baat. Hum jitna chahein baat kar sakte hain, hans sakte hain, bina kisi fikar ke maze le sakte hain. Main bhi bore ho raha tha, ab toh bahut utsaahit hoon. Shukriya Ammi. Aap hamesha sab theek kar deti hain.” 

Ammi dheere se hansi, meri peeth par haath pherte hue usi maa jaisi garamiyat se. “Dekha? Yeh mera energetic Rizwan. Mujhe pata tha idea pasand aayega. Hum ise mazedaar banayenge beta. Sirf tu aur main, purane waqt ki tarah lekin ab aur bhi behtar kyunki sirf hum dono hain.” 

Humne ek resort chuna jo flight se kuchh ghante door tha — shaant jagah, samundar kinare aur hariyaali, jaise halal getaway. Ammi ne sab kuchh khud sambhala, jaise woh hamesha karti thi. 

Us raat jab main uski madad kar raha tha kitchen mein, usne mujhe apne phone par booking dikhai. “Main kal hi airport ke seats reserve kar chuki thi beta. Sab set hai — subah flight, uske baad resort. Tujhe koi tension nahi. Main chahti hoon mera beta aaraam se rahe.” 

Uski awaaz mein woh chhupi khushi thi jo uski hari aankhon ko veil ke neeche chamka deti thi. 

Agli subah hum taiyaar hue, hawa mein utsaah bhara hua tha. Ammi ne cream-white dress chuni jo uske pairon tak laambi thi, uske saath matching white scarf jo uske sir aur kandhon par perfect dbang kiya hua tha, baal sahi se cover kiye hue lekin phir bhi khubsurat lag rahi thi. 

Woh modest thi bilkul — lambe aasteen, uncha gala — lekin uska jism us dress ko bhar raha tha. Dress uske bhare hue curves par kas kar chipki hui thi jaise uske liye hi bani ho. 

Uski choochiyan itni bhari aur bhaari thi ki kapda aage se khinch raha tha, gehri natural cleavage line ban rahi thi chahe scarf usko chhupane ki koshish kar raha ho. 

Woh har harkat ke saath dheere se uchal rahi thi, kapda uske choochiyon ke ubhar par tight, nipples ka halka sa outline dikhai de raha tha agar main zor se dekhta. Aur uski gaand… oh, uski moti gaand sabse main cheez thi. 

Dress uske bade gol gaand ke tukdon par faili hui thi, har hilne aur curve ko saaf dikha rahi thi, kapda aisa lag raha tha jaise jhukte hi phat jayega. 

Woh bahut badi aur bahar nikli hui thi, woh perfect _ Ammi wali gaand jo har kadam ke saath hilti thi, gaand ke tukde fail kar dress ke peeche ko bhar rahe the aur beech ki gehri darar tak chipak rahe the. 

Main uske andar panty ka halka outline dekh sakta tha, kapda un moti goliyon ke beech thoda upar chadh gaya tha, jisse uski gaand aur bhi badi aur rasili lag rahi thi. 

Main ne simple dark grey aur white shirt aur comfortable trousers pehna tha, kuchh khaas nahi, lekin uske saath khade hokar achha lag raha tha. Jab hum bahar nikal rahe the, Ammi ne chamakti muskurahat ke saath mujhse poocha, “Kaise lag rahi hoon beta? Yeh dress theek hai? Maine isliye chuni kyunki yeh modest aur travel ke liye comfortable hai.” 

“Aap bahut sundar lag rahi hain Ammi,” maine khushi bhari awaaz mein kaha jabki meri aankhein har curve pee rahi thi. “Sach mein bahut khoobsurat. Yeh cream white aap par chamak la raha hai. Main bahut khushnaseeb hoon aapke saath is trip par jaane ke liye. Yeh sabse behtar waqt hone wala hai.” 

Woh scarf ke neeche thodi laal ho gayi, mera haath apne haath mein le kar taxi ki taraf chalte hue. “Main bhi bahut khush hoon Rizwan. Bahut khush. Yeh trip hum dono ke liye hai — aaraam karne aur Khuda ki naimat ka shukr ada karne ke liye. Tere abbu ko garv hoga ki hum iska fayda utha rahe hain.” 

Airport pahunch kar jagah musafiron se bhari thi, lekin Ammi ke paas sab control tha. Hum smoothly check-in kar liye kyunki usne kal hi seats book kar li thi. 

Mujhe thodi si udaasi hui ki abbu humare saath nahi the — unki mazboot maujudgi aur Ammi ka haath pakad kar security se guzarne ka andaaz miss kar raha tha — lekin itna bura bhi nahi tha. Bilkul nahi. 

Har taraf mard Ammi ko dekh rahe the. Chahe uski dress aur scarf ne sab kuchh sahi se cover kiya hua tha, uska jism nazarandaaz nahi kiya ja sakta tha. Uski bhari choochiyan fakhr se ubhari hui thi, bag theek karte waqt dheere se uchal rahi thi, aur groups ke mard — kuchh business kapdon mein, kuchh musafir — lambe lambe glances maar rahe the. 

Maine dekha woh laar tapka rahe the, unki aankhein uske cream kapde par tight choochiyon par atak rahi thi, soch rahe the andar kya hoga. Ek buddha aadmi ne jaldi se apni zubaan se honth chaate aur nazar ghumayi, jab Ammi flight board dekhne ke liye ghumi to uski nazar uski moti gaand par gir gayi. 

Uski badi gaand ke tukde us ghumne se hil gaye, dress un par tight ho gayi, aur maine do jawan ladkon ko aapas mein fisfisate dekha, aankhein phaili aur bhookhi, jaise woh un moti goliyon ke beech muh daba dena chahte hon. 

Ek aur aadmi jo paas baitha tha, uski choochiyon ko itna ghoor raha tha ki uska muh thoda khula reh gaya, muh ke kone se halki laar tapakne lagi jo usne jaldi se ponchh li. 

Bahut ganda tha kitna saaf dikhai de raha tha, unki aankhein uske bhare hue jism ke har curve ko trace kar rahi thi — un bhari choochiyon se lekar uski badi hilti gaand tak jo har chhoti harkat ke saath dol rahi thi. 

Mujhe ek twisted khushi mehsoos hui yeh dekh kar — meri pavitra Ammi, itni paak aur modest, bina jaane sabki kacchi ichchha khinch rahi thi. 

 

Me: Ammi dekho. Kam se kam saat-aath aadmi aapko ghoor rahe hain. Coffee shop ke paas wale uncle ne hum baithte hi se nazar nahi hatayi. 

Ammi: Rizwan! Chup! Awaaz neeche kar. Kya bakwas kar raha hai? 

Me: Main serious hoon Ammi. Neeli shirt wala aadmi do baar palat kar dekh chuka. Aur woh lamba laptop bag wala? Phone dekhne ka natak kar raha hai lekin baar baar idhar dekh raha hai. Aaj aapko bahut attention mil rahi hai. 

Ammi: (tumhe ghoorte hue) Rizwan, apne aap ko sambhalo. Hum public jagah par hain, plane board karne wale hain. Yeh bakwas band kar. Sharm aati hai. 

Me: Main bakwas nahi kar raha Ammi. Sach bol raha hoon. Aap is dress mein bahut achhe lag rahi hain. Matlab… bahut achhe. Aur yeh mard zaroor notice kar rahe hain. Khaaskar woh window ke paas wala. Pichhle paanch minute se aapko ghoor raha hai. 

Ammi: Ghoor raha? Kaisi bhasha hai yeh? Abhi band kar. Tu mera beta hai, mera dost nahi. Sahi se baat kar. 

Me: Theek hai theek hai… lekin sach Ammi, woh sach mein ghoor rahe hain. Main jhooth nahi bol raha. Aaj aap chamak rahi hain ya kuchh. Kya dress ki wajah se ya baalon mein kuchh alag kiya hai? 

Ammi: (saans chhodte hue) Aaj tujhe kya ho gaya hai. Chup chap baith aur boarding ka intezaar kar. Scene mat bana. 

Me: Main scene nahi bana raha. Main aapki hifazat kar raha hoon. Abbu nahi hain to yeh mera kaam hai. Waise… yeh beige dress kisne kharida? Bahut mehnga lag raha. Aur aap par bahut suit kar raha hai. 

Ammi: (thoda pighalte hue) Tere abbu ne kharida tha. Pichhle mahine, jaane se pehle. Unhone kaha tha trip ke liye achha lagega. 

Me: Ah, mujhe pata tha. Abbu ka taste achha hai. Lekin sach Ammi, ek mahina hua unhone jaaye aur aap jahan jaati hain logon ka sir ghuma rahi hain. Agar woh yahan hote to shayad in sab mardon ko ghoorte hue gussa kar rahe hote. 

Ammi: (halke se hanste hue) Tere abbu aise nahi hain. Woh mature hain. Jaise koi main jaanti hoon jo apni Ammi ko kaun ghoor raha hai yeh batata rehta hai. 

Me: Arre main toh sach bol raha hoon. Abbu ko garv hota ki unki biwi abhi bhi itna attention khinch rahi hai. Lekin bataun, woh grey jacket wala aapko smile kar raha tha. Dekha aapne? 

Ammi: Rizwan! Bas. Mujhe kuchh nahi dikha aur na hi dekhna hai. Ab logon ko point mat kar. Mujhe uncomfortable ho raha hai. 

Me: Theek hai, point nahi karunga. Lekin notice karna band nahi kar sakta. Aap sach mein aaj bahut sundar lag rahi hain Ammi. Yeh beige dress, halka makeup… kaam kar raha hai. Isliye log aankhein nahi hata pa rahe. 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue) Tu naamumkin hai. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon maine tujhe pala ya tere abbu ne. Beta apni Ammi se aisi baatein nahi karta. 

Me: Kyon nahi? Main toh aapki tareef kar raha hoon. Saath hi chetavni bhi de raha hoon. Dekho, woh suitcase wala aadmi phir dekh raha hai. Kya main usko ja kar apna kaam karne ko kahu? 

Ammi: Nahi! Aisa kuchh nahi karna. Chup chap baith yahan. Boarding hone wali hai. Flight par dhyaan de, imaginary stares par nahi. 

Me: Woh imaginary nahi hain Ammi. Lekin theek hai… main aur kuchh nahi bolunga stares ke baare mein. 

Ammi: Achha. Aakhirkaar kuchh aqal aayi. 

Me: (thodi der chup rehne ke baad) Lekin jaante ho? Chahe sau mard tumhe dekhein, main yahan hoon. Main tumhari hifazat karunga. Abbu ne mujhe tumhara khayal rakhne ko kaha tha jab woh door hain, aur main is baat ko serious leta hoon. Is trip par koi tumhe pareshan nahi karega. Meri nazar mein nahi. 

Ammi: (pyar aur thodi pareshani ke saath dekhte hue) Rizwan… jab tum chahte ho tab bahut meethi baatein karte ho. Lekin har mard ko dekhte hue “hifazat” karna yeh tarika nahi hai beta. 

Me: Yeh ek tarika hai. Mujhe nazar rakhni padti hai. Tum meri Ammi ho. Aur aaj tum bahut achhi lag rahi ho. Yeh khatarnak hai. 

Ammi: (naram hanste hue) Khatarnak? Ab tum drama kar rahe ho. Yeh to sirf ek simple beige dress hai. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Me: Sirf dress nahi, tum ho. Abbu ne sahi chuna. Jab hum unse milenge main unhe bataunga airport par kitne mardon ne unki biwi ko dekha. Woh jalenge… achhe tareeke se. 

Ammi: Unhe kuchh mat batana. Unhe tumhari silly kahaniyan nahi sunni chahiye. Bas itna keh dena ki hum safely pahunch gaye. 

Me: Theek hai, main unhe staring wali baat nahi bataunga. Lekin main unhe bataunga ki tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Yeh allowed hai na? 

Ammi: (muskurate hue) Haan, yeh allowed hai. Ab kya hum kuchh aur baat kar sakte hain? Jaise kya humne gifts pack kiye the. 

Me: Kiye the. Sab checked bag mein hai. Relax karo Ammi. 

Ammi ne idhar udhar dekha, phir halke se hanse aur apna white scarf theek kiya. “Oh beta, log kabhi kabhi dekhte hain. Yeh naya nahi. Khuda ne mujhe aisa banaya, main jitna ho sake cover karti hoon. Lekin batane ke liye shukriya. Tum hamesha itne protective ho, bilkul apne abbu jaise. Mujhe safe mehsoos hota hai. Ab trip par dhyaan do, un logon par nahi.” 

Hum jaldi plane mein baith gaye. Jaise hi hawa mein upar utha, Ammi ki khushi aur chamakne lagi. Usne mera haath dheere se dabaya aur boli, 

“Dekho hum dono, Rizwan – aise saath ud rahe hain. Main bahut halki aur azaad mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Abbu ke jaane ke baad humein yahi chahiye tha. Main sach mein bahut khush hoon beta. Sach mein.” 

Main bhi muskuraya, mera josh uske barabar tha. “Main bhi Ammi. Tumhare saath yahan, sirf hum dono… sabse achha ehsaas hai. Hum kuchh bhi baat kar sakte hain, hans sakte hain, yaadein bana sakte hain. Tum duniya ki sabse cool Ammi ho is trip ki planning ke liye.” 

Hum khushi mein bilkul close Ammi-bete ki tarah baatein karte rahe – bakwas cheezon par, jaise baadal candy floss jaise dikhte hain ya purane family picnic ki yaadein. Hum khana khane lage. 

Yeh garam aur natural mehsoos ho raha tha, pyar aur hansi se bhara. Tabhi beech mein abbu ka call aa gaya, video chat par. Woh Dubai mein apni construction job mein gehra tha, hard hat aur safety vest pehne, thaka hua lekin fakhr bhara, site office mein baitha. 

“Assalamualaikum mere pyaron! Trip kaisi chal rahi hai? Subah tumhara message mila to call karna pada. Alhamdulillah, kaam yahan achha chal raha hai – lambi ghantiyan, lekin paisa bilkul wohi jo humne dua ki thi. Tum dono ki bahut yaad aa rahi hai.” 

Ammi ka chehra suraj ki tarah chamak utha. Usne phone paas kiya. “Wa alaikum assalam Naveed! Hum abhi plane mein hain, beta aur main. Sab perfect hai. Tumhari awaaz sun kar bahut khushi hui. Apne din ke baare mein batao – kya zuhr ki ,,., waqt par padhi? Hum har minute tumhe yaad kar rahe hain.” 

Woh itni excited ho gayi ki awaaz thodi unchi ho gayi, jab abbu ne skyscbangrs ki photos bhejne ki baat ki to khushi ki dheemi cheekh nikal gayi. Paas wali seats ke log idhar udhar dekhne lage, kuchh shor se naak siya. 

Main muskurate hue jhuka aur dheere se yaad dilaya, hum dono hans rahe the. “Ammi shhh… log dekh rahe hain. Tum bahut khush ho, awaaz bahar aa rahi hai! Lekin mujhe yeh pasand hai. Abbu, dekho tum usko kya kar dete ho? Woh chamak rahi hai.” 

Abbu screen par hanse. “Wohi meri Minal – hamesha khushi se bhari. Thoda dheere rakho jaan, lekin maza lo. Rizwan, apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Abhi hum dono ki selfie bhej do.” 

Humne wahi kiya – bade muskurahat ke saath pose kiya, Ammi ka cream dress aur scarf elegant dikhta tha, mera haath uske kandhe par masoomiyat se. 

Humne bheji aur abbu ne dil ke emojis aur Dubai site ki aur kahaniyan bheji. Ammi chamak rahi thi, dus minute aur baat ki, hansi phir ubhari jab tak maine use dhakka nahi diya aur hum dono chupke se hanste hue muh par haath rakh liye. 

“Dekha beta? Tera abbu door se bhi mujhe itna khush kar deta hai,” usne fisfisaya, call khatam hone ke baad bhi muskurati hui. “Lekin plane mein doosron ka bhi khayal rakhna chahiye.” 

Tabhi maine us aadmi ko dekha – ganja aadmi, aisle ke us paar, kuchh rows aage, humari seats se dikhta tha. Woh mota, bail jaisa mazboot, moti baahen aur chauda seena blue shirt mein, saath mein simple black pant. 

Uska sir poora saaf, cabin light mein chamak raha tha, rugged aur strong chehra, thodi si daadi. Main usko dekhta raha kyonki woh bilkul un mardon jaisa lag raha tha jo main secretly porn videos mein dekhta tha – woh powerful ***** mard jo moti auraton ko zor zor se chodte hain. 

Woh aadmi mujhe haath hila kar salaam kiya. 

Woh bilkul waise hi tha: mazboot, confident, woh qism jo aurat ki moti gaand ke tukdon ko bina pasine ke faila sake. Mera dimag gandi sochon mein chala gaya, mera lund pant mein thoda hil gaya jab main usko imagine kar raha tha. 

Ammi ne mujhe dekhte hue dekha aur naram, naa-pasand lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein boli. “Rizwan beta, us aadmi ko us taraf kyon ghoor rahe ho? Logon ko aise ghoorna achha nahi. Hum achhe trip par hain – apni neyamat par nazar rakho. ,.' ne nazar neeche rakhne ki wajah se hi kaha hai.” 

Main palak jhapka aur masoom muskuraya, seat par hilte hue. “Sorry Ammi. Woh kuchh familiar lag raha tha. Tum sahi ho, main phir nahi karunga. Aaj sab kuchh itna exciting hai.” 

Woh khush hokar nod ki aur hum phir abbu ke call ki baatein karne lage. 

Woh ganja aadmi bhi chupke se Ammi ko dekh raha tha – maine uski nazar uske bhari choochiyon par aur phir god mein dekhi – lekin subtle tha. Hum khush Ammi-bete ki baatein karte rahe jab tak Ammi ko toilet jaana pada. 

Woh grace se khadi hui, cream dress uske curves par hilta hua aisle mein chali. Tab maine us ganje aadmi ko poori tarah dekhte hue dekha. 

Uski aankhein uske chalne par lock ho gayi – woh moti raanien ek doosri se ragadti hui, uski moti gaand har kadam ke saath zor zor se idhar udhar hil rahi thi, gaand ke tukde kapde ke neeche uchal rahe the jaise do bade naram takiye jagah ke liye lad rahe hon. Ammi toilet mein peshab karne gayi. 

Woh khud se dheere muskuraya, jaante hue grin chehre par failte hue uski badi gaand ko dekhta raha, kaise woh hil rahi thi aur dress uske gehre cleft par chipak rahi thi. 

Uska sir thoda tedha hua, jaise soch raha ho dress utaar kar un tukdon ke beech ghus jaaye. Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi tha. 

Shayad Ammi itni khoobsurat thi – uska jism aankhein khinchta tha, aur mere andar ke gande tareeke se yeh flattering bhi lag raha tha. Woh paak aur modest thi, lekin uski moti gaand mein taakat thi. 

8 ghante baad hum smoothly land hue aur taxi se seedha resort pahunche. Woh bahut sundar tha – hariyaali bagiche, chamakta pool samandar ke saamne, private balcony wale villa. 

Mehnga tha, lekin Ammi ne bina sochhe front desk par payment kiya. “Yeh worth hai beta,” usne kaha jab hum rooms ki taraf ja rahe the, garam hawa phoolon ki khushboo le aati thi. 

“Mujhe chahta hai tum is achhe jagah par khush raho. Tera abbu itni mehnat karta hai taaki hum yeh neyamat enjoy karein. Dekho yeh khubsurati – Khuda ne humein bahut diya hai. Maine bina do baar soch ke payment kar diya kyonki tumhara muskurana sab kuchh worthwhile bana deta hai.” 

Mujhe phir se woh chhupa utsaah mehsoos hua. “Ammi, yeh zabardast hai. Shukriya. Tumne itni special jagah chuni isliye best ho. Main yahan tumhare saath sach mein khush hoon.” 

Lobby se guzarte hue bhi mard phir uski badi gaand ko ghoor rahe the – staff aur guests sab uske moti tukdon ko dekhte hue gardan ghuma rahe the jo har kadam ke saath uchal rahe the. 

Maine socha uski panty phat sakti hai kyonki uski moti gaand sab kuchh stretch kar rahi thi, kapda tight ho kar thoda upar chadh gaya tha, cleft ka outline itna saaf dikhta tha jaise ganda ho. 

Uski gaand itni badi aur rasili thi, hypnotically hilti hui, tukde gol aur bhare hue jaise pakadne aur thappad marne ke liye bane hon. Main sab kuchh paas se dekh raha tha, mera dimag gandi tasveeron se bhar gaya us naram, bhari gosht ka. 

Tabhi achanak maine flight wale us ganje aadmi ko resort mein check-in karte hue dekha. Usne mujhe dekha aur friendly nod ke saath haath hilaya. Main casually wapas hilaya, socha normal hai – plane mein saath the to salaam kar raha hoga. 

Lekin haath hilane ke baad uski nazar seedha Ammi par chali gayi, bhookhi nazar se uske curves ko dekhta hua, bhari choochiyon se lekar uski badi gaand tak. Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi tha. Bas uski khoobsurati par ek aur nazar. 

Raat ko resort ghumne aur pool ke paas relax karne ke baad hum bahut thak gaye the. Safar, utsaah, taza hawa – sab asar kar gaya. Humne sirf halka snack order kiya aur din khatam kar diya. “Main bahut thak gayi beta,” Ammi ne yawn karte hue kaha jab hum rooms ki taraf ja rahe the. Humne side by side do rooms book kiye the, beech mein chhota darwaza family convenience ke liye. 

Usne pehle red sleeveless night dress aur chhoti silky shorts pehni jo uski raanon tak thi. Ghar ke liye modest thi lekin yahan private jagah par uska jism sabse tempting tareeke se ubhar raha tha. 

Patli red fabric uske bhari choochiyon par chipki hui, neckline thoda neeche jo cleavage ka soft upar hissa dikha raha tha, nipples kapde par saaf dab rahe the. 

Uski moti gaand shorts mein aur bhi badi dikhti thi – silky fabric uske massive tukdon par obscenely stretch hui, beech mein upar chadh gayi, har curve outline karti hui, hem sirf neeche ke hisse ko cover kar rahi thi. 

Uski moti raanien bahar nikal rahi thi, naram aur hilti hui, poora outfit usko sundar queen jaisa bana raha tha – voluptuous, chamakti, aur bilkul be-khabar ki uske curves kitna attention maang rahe hain. Uske lambe kaale baal simple scarf ke neeche khule hue, chehre ko perfect frame kar rahe the. 

Main blue pajamas mein badal gaya, loose aur comfortable. Ghar par hum kabhi kabhi saath dance karte the – Ammi ko yeh fun, halal tareeka pasand tha exercise aur bonding ke liye. 

Ek baar usne phone par naram nasheed music on kiya aur mujhe muskurate hue kaha. “Aao Rizwan beta, sone se pehle thoda dance kar lein. Lambi din ke baad unwind ho jayega. Hum hamesha isme maza karte hain na?” 

Hum uske room mein dance karne lage, rhythm par halke se hilte, uski red night dress uski moti raanon par ghum rahi thi aur uski moti gaand har kadam ke saath uchal rahi thi. 

Yeh masoom aur khushi bhara tha, uski hansi jagah bhar rahi thi jab main uske moves match kar raha tha. “Tum bahut achhe dancer ho Ammi,” main hanste hue bola. “Isliye mujhe yeh lamhe tumhare saath bahut pasand hain.” 

Kuchh gaane baad usne dheere mujhe bhej diya. “Theek hai beta, ab sone ka waqt. Tum apne room mein jaao aur phone par game khelo agar chaaho. Subah milte hain. Achhi neend lena mera energetic bete. Main tumse bahut pyar karti hoon.” 

Main apne room mein gaya, thodi der phone scroll kiya, lekin jaldi pata chala charger uske room mein bhool gaya. Raat ho chuki thi, resort khamosh sirf door samandar ki lehron ki awaaz. 

Maine dheere knock kiya lekin jawab nahi mila, to chupke se andar chala gaya. Ammi pet ke bal so rahi thi, jaise hamesha karti thi – uska favourite position kyonki lambi din ke baad comfortable lagta tha. 

Red night dress poori upar chadh gayi thi aur woh chhoti silky shorts mushkil se sambhal pa rahe the. Uski badi gaand poori tarah display par thi, massive aur gol, tukde bistar par fail kar jaise do bade naram takiye. 

Woh itni moti aur bhari thi, silky kapda gehre andar wedged tha, deep cleft outline karta hua aur har saans ke saath tukde thoda hil rahe the. 

Shorts bahut upar chadh gaye the, gaand ke neeche ka poora hissa expose, chamdi chamakti aur halki roshni mein glow karti, woh moti tukde bistar par chhaye hue. Yeh hypnotic tha – bahut bada, ubhra hua, woh qism ki moti gaand jo mere lund ko pajamas mein turant sakht kar deti thi jab main khade khade ghoor raha tha. 

Tab hua. Jab woh pet ke bal araam se so rahi thi, Ammi ne zor se lambi fart ki. Kamre ki khamoshi mein phat gaya – brrrraaaap – gehra rumbling awaaz jo uski massive gaand ke tukdon ko vibrate karti hui, tukde hilte aur kaanpte hue dikhe. 

Boo turant lagi, bahut buri aur badboo wali, uske dinner ke masalon aur ghar ke khane se bani us natural pungent '. Ammi gas ki mix. Hawa thick ho gayi, tez aur chipakti, aankhein jalane wali lekin mere gande dimag mein kuchh aur ghuma deti. 

Main chupke se hansta raha, muh par haath rakh kar – yeh uski aadat thi, bachpan se, pet ke bal sote waqt hamesha fart karti thi kyonki jism poora relax ho jata tha. 

Woh kabhi nahi jagti, bas naturally nikalti, kabhi series mein jisme uski badi gaand kaanpti aur aur badboo nikalti. 

Maine pehle bhi chupke sun aur sunga tha, lekin yahan paas se, uski badi khoobsurat moti gaand zor zor se badboo wali farts nikaal rahi thi jab woh dheemi kharrate le rahi thi, bilkul be-khabar. 

Uski badi gaand itni khoobsurat aur badi thi, bilkul gol aur rasili, bhale hi woh badboo wali farts nikaal rahi thi, tukde zor se hil rahe the, silky shorts hadd tak stretch hue us massive gassy backside par. 

Yeh contrast dimag ghuma deta tha – paak, deendar Ammi apne voluptuous jism se itni raw aur insani cheez nikaal rahi thi. 

Boo ab overpowering thi, itni thick aur buri ki mujhe peeche hatna pada, phir bhi halke se hansta hua charger uthaya. 

Main apne room ki taraf bhaga, darwaza band kiya, woh badboo wali fart ki khushboo thodi door tak mere saath aayi. Lekin hansne aur sir hilane ke bawajood main uski moti gaand ke nazare ko nahi bhool pa raha tha – zabardast, bahut badi, aur itni surprises bhari