10-08-2026, 09:17 AM
NEW UPDET
Us raat main naha kar so gayi. Body ab bhi dard kar rahi thi, khaas kar gaand mein. Har baar side badalte ek tezz lehar utarti. Neend mein bhi kabhi-kabhi jhatke se uth jaati.
Subah mami ne pehle mujhe chai di, phir bahane se bahar bhej kar phone uthaya. Main darwaze ke peeche se sun sakti thi.
“Haan… main bol rahi hoon… Anita ke saath… khet mein… do aadmiyon ne… haan… balatkar… nahi, woh doctor ke paas nahi jaana chahti… tum aaj aa jao… akeli… Papa ko mat batana abhi…”
Phone rakhte hi mami ne meri taraf dekha. Main janti thi unhone mummy ko bula liya hai.
Shaam tak mummy aa gayi. Gaon ke raste se, akeli. Unhone pehle mujhe zor se gale lagaya. Bahut der tak. Unka body kaamp raha tha. Phir unhone mama-mami se baat ki, unhe shant kiya, aur mujhe apne saath andar room mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya.
Dono bed par baithe. Mummy ne mera haath pakda. Unki aankhein laal thin.
“Ab mujhe sach bata. Poora. Kya hua tha?”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Jo mami ko bataya… wahi… do aadmi… unhone… mere saath…”
Mummy ne mera chehra upar uthaya. “Main teri maa hoon. Main dekh sakti hoon. Tu kuch chhupa rahi hai. Bol.”
Mainne nazar jhukayi. Aankhon se paani aa gaya. Phir bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Unhone… pehli baar… meri gaand mein… kiya…”
Mummy ki saans ruk si gayi. “Kya?”
“Haan… pehli baar… gand mein… bahut dard hua… ek ne… usne… poora daal diya… main… main chillayi… lekin…” main bolte-bolte ruk gayi. “Fut sa gaya… bahut dard tha…”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekhna band kar diya. Unhone aankhein band kar liin. Unka haath mera haath pakde hue kaamp raha tha. Kuch der khamoshi rahi. Phir unhone dheere se poocha, “Ab… ab kaisa feel ho raha hai?”
Mainne jawaab diya, “Ab bhi dard hai… baithne mein… chalne mein… andar… ab bhi mehsoos hota hai…”
Mummy ne phir se meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si lehar thi — dard, gussa, aur kuch aur. Unhone mera haath chhod a, apne god mein haath rakh liye. Thodi der chup baithi rahi. Phir bilkul dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Main… mainne kabhi nahi… liya wahan…”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa tension tha.
“Tere Papa ke saath bhi nahi… kabhi try nahi kiya… darr lagta tha… ki dard hoga… fut jayega…” unhone aage kaha. “Lekin… jab tu bata rahi thi… na… toh… ek ajeeb si… ichha si… uthi…”
Main chup rahi. Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki awaaz ab aur dheemi thi, jaise woh khud se baat kar rahi hon.
“Pata nahi kyun… teri awaaz mein jo dard tha… usse sun kar… meri… meri bhi… wahan… kuch feel hua… ek tarah ki… tadap si… ki main bhi… ek baar… mehsoos karun…”
Woh ruk gayi. Sharm se unhone nazar hata li. “Pagal si baat hai… main jaanti hoon… lekin… abhi… jab tu bata rahi thi… toh… meri saans tez ho gayi thi… aur… neeche… ek ajeeb sa… pressure sa feel ho raha tha…”
Mainne unka haath pakda. “Mummy…”
Unhone mera haath wapas dabaya. “Main… main nahi keh rahi ki abhi… kuch… bas… bata rahi hoon… ki teri baat sun kar… meri bhi… ichha jag gayi… gand mein lene ki… ek baar… dard ke saath… jo tu ne seha…”
Room mein lambi khamoshi chha gayi. Bahar se gaon ki awaaze aa rahi thin, lekin room ke andar sirf hamari saansen thin. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin — sharm, ichha, aur ek naya sa darr unki aankhon mein mix tha.
Unhone aakhir mein kaha, “Ab tu aaram kar. Main yahin hoon. Jo bhi hua… ab hum sambhalenge. Lekin… yeh baat… jo maine ab kahi… yeh yahin rahegi. Theek hai?”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Mummy ne mujhe gale laga liya. Unka jism garam tha. Unki saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi. Main feel kar sakti thi ki unki body ab bhi thodi kaamp rahi hai — shayad us ichha se jo unhone abhi accept ki thi.
Us raat dono ek hi bed par soye.
Mere sharir mein ab bhi us dard ki yaad thi…
aur mummy ke sharir mein…
ek nayi, ankahi si ichha jag chuki thi.
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Us raat ke baad se mummy ke andar kuch badal gaya tha.
Main dekh sakti thi. Unki nazar kabhi-kabhi meri taraf jati, phir jhat se hat jati. Baat karte waqt unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tightness aa jaati. Raat ko jab dono ek bed par lette to unki saans meri saans se milti, lekin beech mein ek ankahi si cheez latak rahi thi — woh ichha jo unhone accept kar li thi.
Doosre din subah main bahane se khet ki taraf nikal i. Ramesh wahi mila. Trees ke peeche. Usne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Aaj nahi… kal bahut ho gaya. Aaj toh…”
Mainne uski baat kaati. “Meri mummy… Babu se milna chahti hai.”
Ramesh ki aankhein phail gayiin. “Kya…? Teri mummy…? Kaise… tujhe pata…?”
“Mainne unhe bata diya,” mainne saaf kaha. “Jo hua… gand wali baat… unhone sun li. Ab woh… Babu se milna chahti hain.”
Ramesh ka chehra potiya gaya. Woh peeche hat a. “Nahi… nahi… main nahi… agar teri mummy ne… security officer… gaon… main toh…”
Usne sir zor se hilaya. “Main nahi aunga. Babu ko bol dunga. Woh akela aaye. Main nahi.”
Mainne uski aankhon mein dekha. “Theek hai. Babu ko bol dena. Do din baad. Same jagah. Subah.”
Ramesh ne bas sir hilaya aur wahan se bhaag gaya. Darr uske kadamon mein saaf dikh raha tha.
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Do din baad.
Subah uthti hi mummy ne kaha, “Main thoda khet ki taraf ghumne jaa rahi hoon. Tu ghar pe reh.”
Mainne sir hilaya, lekin unke nikalte hi main bhi peeche nikal i. Door se unka peecha kiya. Woh seedha usi private jagah ki taraf ja rahi thin jahan fasal unchi thi. Main fasal ke beech chhup kar khadi ho gayi. Sab saaf dikh raha tha.
Thodi der baad Babu aaya. Akela. Ramesh nahi tha. Usne mummy ko dekhte hi ruk gaya. Aankhein phail gayiin.
“Tum…? Anita ki…?”
Mummy ne uski taraf mud kar dekha. Unke chehre par koi darr nahi tha. Awaaz bilkul saaf thi.
“Haan. Main Anita ki mummy hoon.”
Babu peeche hat a. “Main… main nahi… Ramesh ne kaha… lekin… aap…?”
Mummy ne ek kadam aage badhaaya. “Mere se darr mat. Main security officer nahi laayi. Na hi kisi ko bataya.”
Babu ki nazar idhar-udhar bhaag rahi thi. “Phir… aap yahan kyun…?”
Mummy ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. “Kyunki maine suna hai… tune meri beti ki gaand faadi.”
Babu ka muh khul gaya. Woh kuch bol nahi paaya.
Mummy ne aage kaha, awaaz mein ab ek ajeeb si garmi thi, “Usne mujhe sab bata diya. Pehli baar thi uski. Bahut dard hua usse. Tu ne poora lund andar tak daal diya. Usne chillaayi… lekin tu nahi ruka.”
Babu ne haath jod liye. “Maafi… main… main nahi jaanta tha… Ramesh ne… main…”
“Chup kar,” mummy ne cut kiya. “Main maafi nahi maangne aayi. Main isliye aayi hoon… kyunki jab usne mujhe bataya… na… us dard ke baare mein… us stretching ke baare mein… toh meri bhi… wahan… ichha jag gayi.”
Babu ki aankhein aur phail gayiin. “Aap…?”
Mummy ne ek aur kadam aage badhaaya. Ab dono ke beech bahut kam doori thi. Unhone apni saari ka pallu theek kiya aur boli,
“Haan. Meri bhi. Main 45 saal ki hoon. Kabhi kisi ne wahan haath nahi lagaya. Na mere pati ne. Darr lagta tha. Lekin jab meri beti ne bataya ki tere lund ne uski gaand kaise faadi… toh meri saans tez ho gayi. Neeche… ek ajeeb si tadap uthi. Main soyi nahi us raat. Bar-bar sochti rahi… ki woh dard… woh pressure… woh bharpoor feeling… kaisi hogi.”
Babu ab bhi kaath ka putla bana khada tha. Mummy ne uski taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Isliye main aayi hoon. Tere lund ki chahat mein. Jo tune meri beti ki gaand ke saath kiya… wahi meri gaand ke saath bhi kar. Poora. Dard ke saath. Jo bhi hai… main sehne ko tayyar hoon.”
Babu ne muh khola. “Aap… sach mein…?”
“Sach mein,” mummy ne kaha. Unki awaaz ab bilkul stable thi. “Yahan koi nahi aayega. Main akeli aayi hoon. Tu jo karna chahe, kar. Lekin aaj… meri gaand bhi… teri hone wali hai.”
Main fasal ke beech chhup i hui yeh sab sun rahi thi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Mummy ki awaaz mein jo ichha thi, jo determination thi… woh pehli baar itni saaf sunai de rahi thi.
Babu ne thodi der mummy ko ghura. Phir usne aas-paas nazar daali. Koi nahi tha. Usne dheere se kaha, “Agar aap… sach mein… toh… yahan… abhi…?”
Mummy ne sir hilaya. “Haan. Abhi. Yahi.”
Unhone apni saari ka pallu hataya. Aankhon mein darr nahi, ek ajeeb si taiyari thi.
“Tere lund ne meri beti ki gaand faadi… ab meri bhi faad. Main yahin hoon.”
Fasal ke beech…
mummy aur Babu amne-saamne khade the…
aur main chhup i hui…
unki har baat sun rahi thi.
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Main fasal ke beech chhupi hui sab dekh rahi thi. Saans ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi.
Babu ne mummy ki taraf ek kadam badhaaya. Usne haath badha kar unki saari ka pallu pakda aur dheere se kheench a. Pallu neeche gir gaya. Mummy hati nahi. Unki aankhein Babu ke chehre par thin.
Babu ne unki blouse ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek… do… teen… chaar. Blouse khul gaya. Usne usse unke kandhon se utaar diya. Ab mummy sirf bra aur petticoat mein thin. Babu ki nazar unki bhaari chunchiyon par tik gayi. Usne bra ke upar se hi unhe pakad liya aur dabaya.
“Bahut bhaari… beti jaisi… lekin zyada…” usne kaha.
Usne bra ki hook peeche se kholi. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Mummy ki nangi chunchiyan subah ki hawa mein free ho gayiin — bhaari, thodi latakti hui, nipples dark. Babu ne dono haathon se unhe pakad kar zor se masala. Nipples ko pinch kiya, upar-neeche dabaaya.
Mummy ki pehli siskari nikal i. “Ahh…”
Babu ne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Zor se choosne laga. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya, halka sa kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte raha. Mummy ne uske sar par haath rakh diya, lekin hataya nahi.
“Ahh… ahh… dheere…”
Babu ne chunchi chhod i aur unki petticoat ki naada pakdi. Ek jhatke mein khol di. Petticoat neeche gir gaya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Babu ne panty ke andar haath daal kar unki chut ko chhua. Ungli se sahlaaya.
“Geeli ho rahi ho… apni beti ki gaand tutwa kar…”
Usne panty bhi neeche kheench di. Ab mummy bilkul nangi thin — khet ke beech, subah ki roshni mein. Babu ne unki nangi body ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Phir usne apni kameez utaar di, dhoti kholi. Uske mote, kaale lund ne nazar aayi — pehle se hard, nasein phooli hui.
Mummy ne uske lund ko dekha. Unki saans tez ho gayi. “Itna… mota…”
“Haan,” Babu ne kaha. “Yahi lund teri beti ki gaand mein gaya tha. Aaj tere mein jayega.”
Usne mummy ko zameen ki taraf dhakela. “Doggy mein aa. Haath zameen par, gaand upar.”
Mummy ne dheere-dheere position li. Haath zameen par tikaye, gaand upar uthaayi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan neeche latak rahi thin. Babu unke peeche aaya. Usne unki gaand ke lobes dono haathon se khole aur apna mota lund unki gaand ke ched par tikaya. Head se ragda.
“Ready?” usne poocha.
Mummy ne haafte hue kaha, “Haan… daal… dheere…”
Babu ne pressure diya. Head andar ghus a.
“AHHH…!” mummy ki siskari nikal i.
Usne aur dhakka maara. Aadha lund andar chala gaya.
“AHHHH… nahi… bahut mota… ahhh… ruk…!!!”
Babu nahi ruka. Usne dono haathon se unki gaand pakdi aur ek mazboot dhakka maara. Poora lund andar chala gaya.
“AHHHHH… fut… ahhh… nikal… ahhh… gand fut gai… ahhh…!!!”
Mummy ki awaaz tut gayi. Unki body kaampne lagi. Aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Babu ne thodi der ruk kar kaha, “Abhi toh poora andar hai… ab dhakke shuru karta hoon.”
Usne dheere-dheere pehla dhakka maara. Lund bahar nikla… phir poora andar.
“AHHH… ahhh… dard… ahhh… nikal do… ahhh…!!!”
“Nahi nikalunga,” Babu ne kaha. “Teri beti ki tarah tu bhi seh. Yeh mota lund ab teri gaand ka hai.”
Usne pace badhaya. Ab dhakke medium the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, uske balls unki chut se takrate. Mummy neeche siskariyan nikaal rahi thin — dard se bhari hui—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… gand… ahhh… fut… ahhh… mat zor se… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ne unki kamar pakad kar aur tezz dhakke maare. Thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Teri gaand kitni tight hai… saali… beti se bhi tight…” usne gaaliyon ke saath kaha. “Yeh lund poora kha rahi hai… dekh… kaise phail rahi hai teri gand…”
“AHHH… ahhh… nahi… ahhh… bahut dard… ahhh… please… ahhh…!!!”
“Please mat bol. Bol ki teri gand fut gai. Bol.”
Mummy haafte hue chillayi, “Gand… fut gai… ahhh… tere lund se… ahhh… poori fut gai… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ne has te hue aur tezz dhakke maare. “Haan… aise bol. Teri 45 saal ki gand ab meri ho gayi. Beti ki bhi faadi thi, ab teri bhi.”
Woh unki chunchiyan neeche se pakad kar dabane laga. Masalte hue, pinch karte hue peeche se chodta raha. Mummy ki siskariyan ab continuous thin—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… chunchi… ahhh… gand… ahhh… dard… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ke dhakke aur gehre ho gaye. “Saali randi… apni beti ki gand tutwa kar khud aayi hai… le ab… poora le…”
“AHHHH… ahhh… le rahi… ahhh… poora… ahhh… gand mein… ahhh…!!!”
Main fasal ke beech chhupi hui yeh sab dekh aur sun rahi thi. Mummy ki chillahate, Babu ki gaaliyan, thap-thap ki awaaz… sab kuch. Mummy ki nangi body, unki gaand mein uska mota kaala lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, unki bhaari chunchiyan uske haathon mein dabi ja rahi thin.
Babu ne last stage mein tezz-tezz short dhakke maare. “Ab nikalta… teri gand mein…”
Usne jor ke dhakke ke saath apna poora paani mummy ki gaand ke andar chod diya.
“AHHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…!!!”
Mummy uske neeche kaampte hue gir si gayi. Babu ne lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar unki gaand se nikal kar unki thighs par behne lagi. Mummy haafte hue zameen par padi rahi — gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche, aankhon se paani, muh se siskariyan.
Babu unke bagal mein baith gaya, lund se cum tipakta hua. Usne unki gaand par haath ferte hue kaha, “Ab teri gand bhi meri ho gayi… jaise teri beti ki.”
Mummy kuch nahi boli. Sirf haafti rahi.
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Us raat main naha kar so gayi. Body ab bhi dard kar rahi thi, khaas kar gaand mein. Har baar side badalte ek tezz lehar utarti. Neend mein bhi kabhi-kabhi jhatke se uth jaati.
Subah mami ne pehle mujhe chai di, phir bahane se bahar bhej kar phone uthaya. Main darwaze ke peeche se sun sakti thi.
“Haan… main bol rahi hoon… Anita ke saath… khet mein… do aadmiyon ne… haan… balatkar… nahi, woh doctor ke paas nahi jaana chahti… tum aaj aa jao… akeli… Papa ko mat batana abhi…”
Phone rakhte hi mami ne meri taraf dekha. Main janti thi unhone mummy ko bula liya hai.
Shaam tak mummy aa gayi. Gaon ke raste se, akeli. Unhone pehle mujhe zor se gale lagaya. Bahut der tak. Unka body kaamp raha tha. Phir unhone mama-mami se baat ki, unhe shant kiya, aur mujhe apne saath andar room mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya.
Dono bed par baithe. Mummy ne mera haath pakda. Unki aankhein laal thin.
“Ab mujhe sach bata. Poora. Kya hua tha?”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Jo mami ko bataya… wahi… do aadmi… unhone… mere saath…”
Mummy ne mera chehra upar uthaya. “Main teri maa hoon. Main dekh sakti hoon. Tu kuch chhupa rahi hai. Bol.”
Mainne nazar jhukayi. Aankhon se paani aa gaya. Phir bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Unhone… pehli baar… meri gaand mein… kiya…”
Mummy ki saans ruk si gayi. “Kya?”
“Haan… pehli baar… gand mein… bahut dard hua… ek ne… usne… poora daal diya… main… main chillayi… lekin…” main bolte-bolte ruk gayi. “Fut sa gaya… bahut dard tha…”
Mummy ne meri taraf dekhna band kar diya. Unhone aankhein band kar liin. Unka haath mera haath pakde hue kaamp raha tha. Kuch der khamoshi rahi. Phir unhone dheere se poocha, “Ab… ab kaisa feel ho raha hai?”
Mainne jawaab diya, “Ab bhi dard hai… baithne mein… chalne mein… andar… ab bhi mehsoos hota hai…”
Mummy ne phir se meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si lehar thi — dard, gussa, aur kuch aur. Unhone mera haath chhod a, apne god mein haath rakh liye. Thodi der chup baithi rahi. Phir bilkul dheemi awaaz mein boli,
“Main… mainne kabhi nahi… liya wahan…”
Mainne unki taraf dekha. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa tension tha.
“Tere Papa ke saath bhi nahi… kabhi try nahi kiya… darr lagta tha… ki dard hoga… fut jayega…” unhone aage kaha. “Lekin… jab tu bata rahi thi… na… toh… ek ajeeb si… ichha si… uthi…”
Main chup rahi. Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki awaaz ab aur dheemi thi, jaise woh khud se baat kar rahi hon.
“Pata nahi kyun… teri awaaz mein jo dard tha… usse sun kar… meri… meri bhi… wahan… kuch feel hua… ek tarah ki… tadap si… ki main bhi… ek baar… mehsoos karun…”
Woh ruk gayi. Sharm se unhone nazar hata li. “Pagal si baat hai… main jaanti hoon… lekin… abhi… jab tu bata rahi thi… toh… meri saans tez ho gayi thi… aur… neeche… ek ajeeb sa… pressure sa feel ho raha tha…”
Mainne unka haath pakda. “Mummy…”
Unhone mera haath wapas dabaya. “Main… main nahi keh rahi ki abhi… kuch… bas… bata rahi hoon… ki teri baat sun kar… meri bhi… ichha jag gayi… gand mein lene ki… ek baar… dard ke saath… jo tu ne seha…”
Room mein lambi khamoshi chha gayi. Bahar se gaon ki awaaze aa rahi thin, lekin room ke andar sirf hamari saansen thin. Mummy meri taraf dekh rahi thin — sharm, ichha, aur ek naya sa darr unki aankhon mein mix tha.
Unhone aakhir mein kaha, “Ab tu aaram kar. Main yahin hoon. Jo bhi hua… ab hum sambhalenge. Lekin… yeh baat… jo maine ab kahi… yeh yahin rahegi. Theek hai?”
Mainne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Mummy ne mujhe gale laga liya. Unka jism garam tha. Unki saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi. Main feel kar sakti thi ki unki body ab bhi thodi kaamp rahi hai — shayad us ichha se jo unhone abhi accept ki thi.
Us raat dono ek hi bed par soye.
Mere sharir mein ab bhi us dard ki yaad thi…
aur mummy ke sharir mein…
ek nayi, ankahi si ichha jag chuki thi.
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Us raat ke baad se mummy ke andar kuch badal gaya tha.
Main dekh sakti thi. Unki nazar kabhi-kabhi meri taraf jati, phir jhat se hat jati. Baat karte waqt unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tightness aa jaati. Raat ko jab dono ek bed par lette to unki saans meri saans se milti, lekin beech mein ek ankahi si cheez latak rahi thi — woh ichha jo unhone accept kar li thi.
Doosre din subah main bahane se khet ki taraf nikal i. Ramesh wahi mila. Trees ke peeche. Usne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Aaj nahi… kal bahut ho gaya. Aaj toh…”
Mainne uski baat kaati. “Meri mummy… Babu se milna chahti hai.”
Ramesh ki aankhein phail gayiin. “Kya…? Teri mummy…? Kaise… tujhe pata…?”
“Mainne unhe bata diya,” mainne saaf kaha. “Jo hua… gand wali baat… unhone sun li. Ab woh… Babu se milna chahti hain.”
Ramesh ka chehra potiya gaya. Woh peeche hat a. “Nahi… nahi… main nahi… agar teri mummy ne… security officer… gaon… main toh…”
Usne sir zor se hilaya. “Main nahi aunga. Babu ko bol dunga. Woh akela aaye. Main nahi.”
Mainne uski aankhon mein dekha. “Theek hai. Babu ko bol dena. Do din baad. Same jagah. Subah.”
Ramesh ne bas sir hilaya aur wahan se bhaag gaya. Darr uske kadamon mein saaf dikh raha tha.
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Do din baad.
Subah uthti hi mummy ne kaha, “Main thoda khet ki taraf ghumne jaa rahi hoon. Tu ghar pe reh.”
Mainne sir hilaya, lekin unke nikalte hi main bhi peeche nikal i. Door se unka peecha kiya. Woh seedha usi private jagah ki taraf ja rahi thin jahan fasal unchi thi. Main fasal ke beech chhup kar khadi ho gayi. Sab saaf dikh raha tha.
Thodi der baad Babu aaya. Akela. Ramesh nahi tha. Usne mummy ko dekhte hi ruk gaya. Aankhein phail gayiin.
“Tum…? Anita ki…?”
Mummy ne uski taraf mud kar dekha. Unke chehre par koi darr nahi tha. Awaaz bilkul saaf thi.
“Haan. Main Anita ki mummy hoon.”
Babu peeche hat a. “Main… main nahi… Ramesh ne kaha… lekin… aap…?”
Mummy ne ek kadam aage badhaaya. “Mere se darr mat. Main security officer nahi laayi. Na hi kisi ko bataya.”
Babu ki nazar idhar-udhar bhaag rahi thi. “Phir… aap yahan kyun…?”
Mummy ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. “Kyunki maine suna hai… tune meri beti ki gaand faadi.”
Babu ka muh khul gaya. Woh kuch bol nahi paaya.
Mummy ne aage kaha, awaaz mein ab ek ajeeb si garmi thi, “Usne mujhe sab bata diya. Pehli baar thi uski. Bahut dard hua usse. Tu ne poora lund andar tak daal diya. Usne chillaayi… lekin tu nahi ruka.”
Babu ne haath jod liye. “Maafi… main… main nahi jaanta tha… Ramesh ne… main…”
“Chup kar,” mummy ne cut kiya. “Main maafi nahi maangne aayi. Main isliye aayi hoon… kyunki jab usne mujhe bataya… na… us dard ke baare mein… us stretching ke baare mein… toh meri bhi… wahan… ichha jag gayi.”
Babu ki aankhein aur phail gayiin. “Aap…?”
Mummy ne ek aur kadam aage badhaaya. Ab dono ke beech bahut kam doori thi. Unhone apni saari ka pallu theek kiya aur boli,
“Haan. Meri bhi. Main 45 saal ki hoon. Kabhi kisi ne wahan haath nahi lagaya. Na mere pati ne. Darr lagta tha. Lekin jab meri beti ne bataya ki tere lund ne uski gaand kaise faadi… toh meri saans tez ho gayi. Neeche… ek ajeeb si tadap uthi. Main soyi nahi us raat. Bar-bar sochti rahi… ki woh dard… woh pressure… woh bharpoor feeling… kaisi hogi.”
Babu ab bhi kaath ka putla bana khada tha. Mummy ne uski taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Isliye main aayi hoon. Tere lund ki chahat mein. Jo tune meri beti ki gaand ke saath kiya… wahi meri gaand ke saath bhi kar. Poora. Dard ke saath. Jo bhi hai… main sehne ko tayyar hoon.”
Babu ne muh khola. “Aap… sach mein…?”
“Sach mein,” mummy ne kaha. Unki awaaz ab bilkul stable thi. “Yahan koi nahi aayega. Main akeli aayi hoon. Tu jo karna chahe, kar. Lekin aaj… meri gaand bhi… teri hone wali hai.”
Main fasal ke beech chhup i hui yeh sab sun rahi thi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Mummy ki awaaz mein jo ichha thi, jo determination thi… woh pehli baar itni saaf sunai de rahi thi.
Babu ne thodi der mummy ko ghura. Phir usne aas-paas nazar daali. Koi nahi tha. Usne dheere se kaha, “Agar aap… sach mein… toh… yahan… abhi…?”
Mummy ne sir hilaya. “Haan. Abhi. Yahi.”
Unhone apni saari ka pallu hataya. Aankhon mein darr nahi, ek ajeeb si taiyari thi.
“Tere lund ne meri beti ki gaand faadi… ab meri bhi faad. Main yahin hoon.”
Fasal ke beech…
mummy aur Babu amne-saamne khade the…
aur main chhup i hui…
unki har baat sun rahi thi.
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Main fasal ke beech chhupi hui sab dekh rahi thi. Saans ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi.
Babu ne mummy ki taraf ek kadam badhaaya. Usne haath badha kar unki saari ka pallu pakda aur dheere se kheench a. Pallu neeche gir gaya. Mummy hati nahi. Unki aankhein Babu ke chehre par thin.
Babu ne unki blouse ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek… do… teen… chaar. Blouse khul gaya. Usne usse unke kandhon se utaar diya. Ab mummy sirf bra aur petticoat mein thin. Babu ki nazar unki bhaari chunchiyon par tik gayi. Usne bra ke upar se hi unhe pakad liya aur dabaya.
“Bahut bhaari… beti jaisi… lekin zyada…” usne kaha.
Usne bra ki hook peeche se kholi. Bra aage se nikal gayi. Mummy ki nangi chunchiyan subah ki hawa mein free ho gayiin — bhaari, thodi latakti hui, nipples dark. Babu ne dono haathon se unhe pakad kar zor se masala. Nipples ko pinch kiya, upar-neeche dabaaya.
Mummy ki pehli siskari nikal i. “Ahh…”
Babu ne jhuk kar ek chunchi muh mein le li. Zor se choosne laga. Jeebh se nipple ko ghumaya, thook se geela kiya, halka sa kaata. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte raha. Mummy ne uske sar par haath rakh diya, lekin hataya nahi.
“Ahh… ahh… dheere…”
Babu ne chunchi chhod i aur unki petticoat ki naada pakdi. Ek jhatke mein khol di. Petticoat neeche gir gaya. Ab mummy sirf panty mein thin. Babu ne panty ke andar haath daal kar unki chut ko chhua. Ungli se sahlaaya.
“Geeli ho rahi ho… apni beti ki gaand tutwa kar…”
Usne panty bhi neeche kheench di. Ab mummy bilkul nangi thin — khet ke beech, subah ki roshni mein. Babu ne unki nangi body ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Phir usne apni kameez utaar di, dhoti kholi. Uske mote, kaale lund ne nazar aayi — pehle se hard, nasein phooli hui.
Mummy ne uske lund ko dekha. Unki saans tez ho gayi. “Itna… mota…”
“Haan,” Babu ne kaha. “Yahi lund teri beti ki gaand mein gaya tha. Aaj tere mein jayega.”
Usne mummy ko zameen ki taraf dhakela. “Doggy mein aa. Haath zameen par, gaand upar.”
Mummy ne dheere-dheere position li. Haath zameen par tikaye, gaand upar uthaayi. Unki bhaari chunchiyan neeche latak rahi thin. Babu unke peeche aaya. Usne unki gaand ke lobes dono haathon se khole aur apna mota lund unki gaand ke ched par tikaya. Head se ragda.
“Ready?” usne poocha.
Mummy ne haafte hue kaha, “Haan… daal… dheere…”
Babu ne pressure diya. Head andar ghus a.
“AHHH…!” mummy ki siskari nikal i.
Usne aur dhakka maara. Aadha lund andar chala gaya.
“AHHHH… nahi… bahut mota… ahhh… ruk…!!!”
Babu nahi ruka. Usne dono haathon se unki gaand pakdi aur ek mazboot dhakka maara. Poora lund andar chala gaya.
“AHHHHH… fut… ahhh… nikal… ahhh… gand fut gai… ahhh…!!!”
Mummy ki awaaz tut gayi. Unki body kaampne lagi. Aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Babu ne thodi der ruk kar kaha, “Abhi toh poora andar hai… ab dhakke shuru karta hoon.”
Usne dheere-dheere pehla dhakka maara. Lund bahar nikla… phir poora andar.
“AHHH… ahhh… dard… ahhh… nikal do… ahhh…!!!”
“Nahi nikalunga,” Babu ne kaha. “Teri beti ki tarah tu bhi seh. Yeh mota lund ab teri gaand ka hai.”
Usne pace badhaya. Ab dhakke medium the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, uske balls unki chut se takrate. Mummy neeche siskariyan nikaal rahi thin — dard se bhari hui—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… gand… ahhh… fut… ahhh… mat zor se… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ne unki kamar pakad kar aur tezz dhakke maare. Thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Teri gaand kitni tight hai… saali… beti se bhi tight…” usne gaaliyon ke saath kaha. “Yeh lund poora kha rahi hai… dekh… kaise phail rahi hai teri gand…”
“AHHH… ahhh… nahi… ahhh… bahut dard… ahhh… please… ahhh…!!!”
“Please mat bol. Bol ki teri gand fut gai. Bol.”
Mummy haafte hue chillayi, “Gand… fut gai… ahhh… tere lund se… ahhh… poori fut gai… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ne has te hue aur tezz dhakke maare. “Haan… aise bol. Teri 45 saal ki gand ab meri ho gayi. Beti ki bhi faadi thi, ab teri bhi.”
Woh unki chunchiyan neeche se pakad kar dabane laga. Masalte hue, pinch karte hue peeche se chodta raha. Mummy ki siskariyan ab continuous thin—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… chunchi… ahhh… gand… ahhh… dard… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Babu ke dhakke aur gehre ho gaye. “Saali randi… apni beti ki gand tutwa kar khud aayi hai… le ab… poora le…”
“AHHHH… ahhh… le rahi… ahhh… poora… ahhh… gand mein… ahhh…!!!”
Main fasal ke beech chhupi hui yeh sab dekh aur sun rahi thi. Mummy ki chillahate, Babu ki gaaliyan, thap-thap ki awaaz… sab kuch. Mummy ki nangi body, unki gaand mein uska mota kaala lund baar-baar ghus-bahar ho raha tha, unki bhaari chunchiyan uske haathon mein dabi ja rahi thin.
Babu ne last stage mein tezz-tezz short dhakke maare. “Ab nikalta… teri gand mein…”
Usne jor ke dhakke ke saath apna poora paani mummy ki gaand ke andar chod diya.
“AHHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…!!!”
Mummy uske neeche kaampte hue gir si gayi. Babu ne lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar unki gaand se nikal kar unki thighs par behne lagi. Mummy haafte hue zameen par padi rahi — gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche, aankhon se paani, muh se siskariyan.
Babu unke bagal mein baith gaya, lund se cum tipakta hua. Usne unki gaand par haath ferte hue kaha, “Ab teri gand bhi meri ho gayi… jaise teri beti ki.”
Mummy kuch nahi boli. Sirf haafti rahi.
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ANITA PATEL
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