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Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, gunaah mehsoos kar raha tha par ab jaanta tha kaise karna hai, mera jism us ehsaas ka addict ho gaya tha, jo Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha.
 
Mera haath mere lund pe upar neeche chalta raha, pehle ke pani ki chipchipi garmi abhi bhi thi, maza ek manaa hua josh tha jo meri sharam se takrata tha.Maa ki cheekhein—“Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!”—mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, uski awaaz dard aur maze se kachi jab Mukesh usse chautha round chod raha tha. 

Maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina se shock, unki hawas ruk nahi rahi thi.Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh kyun bol rahi thi ki dard ho raha hai, doosre dinon mein maine kabhi usse Mukesh ko aise cheekhte nahi suna, kya woh kuch alag kar raha tha?Uski cheekhein—“Yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi, Papa ke dhokhe ka saboot, phir bhi main apne aap ko sehlana nahi rok saka, gudgudi wali garmi zabardast thi, meri masoomiyat uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans ke bojh ke neeche toot rahi thi. 


Main thak ke so gaya, jism kamzor, dil gunaah aur moh ke beech phata hua.Teen din baad, maine Maa ko wahi nazar se kabhi nahi dekha. Woh aurat jo mujhe achhe manners sikhati thi, jo garam aloo parathe banati thi muskurate hue, ab ek ajnabi thi, ek buri aurat, uske Mukesh ke liye “ooohhh uuhhh” moans meri yaad mein jal gaye.

Uska chehra, jo pehle naram aur maa jaisa tha, ab ek gandi chamak liye tha, uski aankhein Mukesh ke paas hone pe chamakti thi. Ek hissa usse bura, ganda, ek randi maanta tha jisne Papa ke saath kiye wade tode aur ab usse dhokha de rahi thi. 

Usne khud ko Mukesh ki “randi” kaha tha, maana tha ki woh uske liye khud ko chhuti thi, aur usse apni chut ghanton tak chudne di, uski cheekhein hamare flat mein goonjti thi.Maa ka woh vyavhaar galat tha, Papa ne jo morals sikhaye—wafaadari, izzat, family sabse upar—ke khilaaf. 

Par ek hissa usmein achhai bhi dekhta tha Mukesh ke saath. Uski hansi ghar bhar deti thi, uske kadam halke, uski khushi uske birthday party ke fairy lights jaisi chamakti thi.Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad Mukesh use woh deta tha jo Papa nahi de sakte. 

Yeh conflict mujhe kha raha tha, ek taraf chillati thi ki woh buri hai, doosri taraf phusphusaati thi ki woh ek khushi ke peeche bhaag rahi hai jo mujhe samajh nahi aati, jaise woh complex emotions jo maine Maa aur Mukesh ko ek doosre ko chodte dekhte hue mehsoos kiye.


Maine socha Papa ko batane ka, unka chehra tootne ka tasavvur kiya jab main bolta, “Maa tumhe dhokha de rahi hai aur Mukesh ko chod rahi hai.” Par main yeh nahi kar saka.Papa ka bharosa toot jata, unka dil toot jata, aur main unhe dard nahi dena chahta tha. 

Aur, Maa ki khushi mujhe confuse karti thi—uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski chamakti muskaan, saboot the ki woh Mukesh ke saath khil rahi thi.Papa ko batane se yeh sab khatam ho jata, aur mujhe nahi pata tha ki main uski khushi cheenna chahta hoon, bhale hi yeh galat tha. 

Woh Papa ke saath aisa kyun kar rahi thi? Woh der tak kaam karta tha, humare liye deta tha, chupke se usse pyar karta tha.Kya woh boring tha, jaise usne kaha? Kya usne kabhi usse Mukesh jaisa nahi choda, kabhi aise cheekhne nahi diya? Mujhe sex ka nahi pata tha, par uski masti bhari cheekhein batati thi ki Mukesh use achha maza de raha tha.


Yeh soch dard deti thi—Papa isse behtar deserve karte the, par Maa ka chamakta chehra, uski befikr hansi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, usse woh josh chahiye jo main samajh nahi sakta.Agle dino mein, Mukesh har raat hamare flat pe tha, Maa ko aise chodta tha jaise yeh uska mission ho. Unki moan—“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur zor se!”—deewaron se aati thi, bistar rhythm mein charkhata tha, bistar ek drum ki tarah bajta tha.

Kabhi kabhi, unhone bedroom ka darwaza khula chhoda, soch ke main bacha hoon jo samajh nahi sakta. Unke paseene ki musky khushboo hall mein thi, unke grunts aur uske “ooohhh uuhhh” cheekhein saaf thi. Maine nahi dekha, Papa ke sikhaye morals pe chipka—buri cheezon se door rehna.


Papa ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki achha bano, gunaah se door raho, aur Maa ke dhokhe ko dekhna unhe bhi dhokha dena lagta tha. Par main achhai dekhne laga—Mukesh usse khana banate hue gane ke liye kehta tha, uski kamar Bollywood heroine jaisi hilti thi, chehra khushi se chamakta tha.

Shayad yeh sab galat nahi tha, shayad usse yeh khushi deserve thi. Phir bhi, main unhe ek doosre ko chodte dekhne se bacha, mere morals curiosity se lad rahe the, uski moan ki awaaz mujhe tempt karti thi.Maa ka jism badal gaya, saaf dikhta tha. Uske stan bade ho gaye, blouse ke khilaaf dabte hue, kapda tight, jab woh jhukti thi to cleavage bahar aati thi.



 


Uski gaand bhi badi ho gayi, gol aur poori, jab woh chalti thi to hipnotize karti hui hilti thi, saree uspe chipki, curves bold aur besharam. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun—shayad Mukesh ka baar baar chhuna, uske haath hamesha uske goosht ko dabate hue, iska kuch karan tha, ya shayad uski khushi bahar nikli, uske jism ko reshape kiya.


Woh itni khush lagti thi, purane Hindi gaane gungunati, Mukesh pe muskurati jaise woh uska sooraj ho. Mere saamne, usmein koi sharam nahi thi, dining table pe uske honton pe kiss karti, kitchen mein uski badi gaand ko dabane deti, jab woh uske kaan mein gandi baatein bolta to hansi. 


Main nahi dekhta tha, darta tha ki woh chillayegi, “Raj, ghoorna band kar!” jaise usne ek baar kaha tha jab maine unhe sofa pe cuddling karte dekha, uski saree khisak ke uski jangh dikhayi thi. Usse nahi lagta tha ki woh buri hai, aisa behave karti thi jaise Mukesh se pyar pavitra ho, ganda nahi.

Uski confidence unshakable thi—woh aise chalti thi jaise sharam se azaad ho, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans saboot the ki usne is zindagi ko apna liya tha, us Maa se alag jo maine jaani thi.Ek shaam, maine Papa ke baare mein poocha, awaaz chhoti jab hum dining table pe baithe, curry ke saamne steam nikal rahi thi. 


“Maa, Papa kab wapas aayenge?” maine kaha, chawal chhedte hue.Woh muskurayi, awaaz garam par sakht, uski neeli bindi roshni mein chamakti. “Oh, Raj, mera pyara beta, ab iski chinta mat kar. 

Mukesh yahan humare saath hai, sab kuch sambhal raha hai, na?”“Par… Papa kab aayenge?” maine dabaya, dil doobta hua. “Raj, beta, Papa ke baare mein baat mat kar,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi sakht, aankhein thodi tang. “Mukesh humein itna khush kar raha hai. 

Tujhe woh pasand hai, na? Woh humare liye ek trip plan kar raha hai—ek maza ka adventure, hum teeno ke liye!”Uska jawab saaf tha: woh Papa ko bahar kar rahi thi, Mukesh se replace kar rahi thi. Yeh dard kiya, jaise woh us aadmi ko mita rahi thi jisne mujhe cycle chalana sikhaya, par uski trip ki excitement ne mood badal diya.“Trip?” maine poocha, aankhein badi. 

Mujhe trips pasand the—nayi jagah, jaise Mukesh aur mere imaginary lightsabers ke adventures.“Haan, beta!” woh chamki, paas jhukte hue, saree khisak ke uska collarbone dikha. “Mukesh humein Goa ke ek sundar resort pe le ja raha hai. 

Beaches, pools, aur bahut maza! Tujhe pasand aayega, Raj. Hum swim karenge, yummy khana khayenge, aur saath explore karenge.”“Wow, Goa!” maine kaha, dil tezi se dhadka. “Wahan water slides honge? Hum sandcastles bana sakte hain?” “Bilkul, mera pyara beta,” woh hansi, mere baal sehlaate hue, chudiyan khanakti hui. “Mukesh ne ek aisi jagah chuni jismein sab kuch hai jo tujhe pasand hai—slides, pools, aur ek kids’ club bhi. Woh kitna thoughtful hai, yeh sab tere liye bhi plan kiya.” 

“Yeh kitna exciting hai, Maa!” maine muskurate hue kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Hum kab ja rahe hain?” “Agla hafta, beta,” usne kaha, aankhein chamakti hui. “Mukesh sab kuch arrange kar raha hai. Woh kitna achha aadmi hai, na? Hamesha humara khayal rakhta hai.” “Main wait nahi kar sakta!” maine kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Yeh awesome hoga!”

“Mujhe pata tha tujhe excitement hoga,” woh muskurayi, awaaz naram. “Mukesh chahta hai humein best time mile. Woh ab hamara family jaisa hai, Raj, hamari zindagi ko itna special bana raha hai.”

Trip ne mujhe excite kiya, mera dimag Goa ke beaches aur Mukesh ke Jedi games ke tasavvur se bhar gaya. Par isne Maa ke baare mein meri soch nahi badli—woh ab bhi ganda thi, Papa ke saath dhokha karti hui Mukesh ke saath.

Uski koshish Papa ko bhulane ki saaf thi, Mukesh ki taareef—“Woh humare liye itna achha hai, beta,” ya “Dekh hum uske saath kitne khush hain”—jaise Papa ko replace karne ka campaign. Iska mujhe gussa aaya, yeh confirm karta tha ki uske kaam galat the, bhale hi uski hansi flat ko music se bhar deti thi.

Mukesh aur main paas aaye, bhale hi woh Maa ko chodta tha. Hum living room mein Jedi games khelte, imaginary lightsabers hilate, woh hasta, “Raj, tu ek achha Jedi hai, mere jaisa!” Uski muskaan garam thi, awaaz meharban, jaise pehle khelte the jab mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh meri Maa ko randi ki tarah chodta tha.

Mujhe woh pasand tha—woh mazboot, maza karne wala, mujhe dost ki tarah treat karta, cricket ball phenkta ya mere baal sehlaata. Par main uska lund Maa ki chut mein nahi bhool sakta tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans jab woh usse chodta tha, bistar raat bhar charkhata tha.Yeh ajeeb mix tha—use pasand karna aur uske Papa ki shaadi ke dhokhe se nafrat karna, mera dil dosti aur gusse ke beech phata hua. 

Trip ka hafta aa gaya, aur hum Goa ke ek resort mein pahunche, palm trees, turquoise pools, aur golden beaches ka paradise.Hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo thi, laheron ki awaaz bachchon ki hansi se milti hui. Maa ne ek stunning neeli saree pehni, silk uske curves pe chipki, stan poore aur bhari, blouse ke khilaaf dabte, neckline neechay, gehri cleavage dikhaati.


Uski badi gaand bahar nikli, saree tight, pantyline dikhati hui, goosht jab woh chalti thi to hilta, bold aur besharam. Woh Bollywood star jaisi dikhti thi, bindi chamakti, hont laal lipstick se, baal lehrate hue.






Maine socha Mukesh lucky tha, uske jism ka maza le raha tha—uske lush stan, gol gaand. Resort mein, woh couple ki tarah behave karte, haath pakde, phusphusate, chhupke se kiss karte jab unhe lagta tha main nahi dekh raha.

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Unke hont restaurant mein menu ke peeche milte, pool ke paas chupke corners mein, unki hansi dheemi par saaf. Maa ki saree aksar khisakti, midriff ya cleavage dikhaati, Mukesh ka haath uski kamar pe, aankhein use kha rahi thi.

Resort ke open-air restaurant mein, jab Mukesh khana order kar raha tha, main Maa ke saath baitha, uski muskaan uspe dekhte hue, aankhein naram. “Maa, tu Mukesh ko honton pe kyun chumti hai?” maine poocha, awaaz dheemi, curiosity dar se badi. Woh ruk gayi, aankhein badi, phir thodi gusse se tang, chudiyan khanakti hui jab usne glass neeche rakha. “Raj, bewakoof sawal mat pooch,” woh chidkar boli, awaaz tez, hont sikud gaye. “Tu itna curious kyun hai?”


“Par… yeh Papa ke liye nahi hai?” maine kaha, confuse, gaal laal. Woh thami, awaaz naram par sakht, paas jhuki, uski perfume meethi. “Raj, beta, Mukesh ko chumna galat nahi hai.”Usne continue kiya, “Mujhe bhi pata hai college mein tujhe sikhaya hai ki kissing theek hai. Mukesh mujhe khush karta hai, aur yeh matter karta hai. Bade log aise pyar dikhate hain jab woh dil se care karte hain. Mukesh humare liye achha hai, na? 


Humein is trip pe le gaya, tere saath khelta hai?”“Haan, par…” maine buk buk kiya. “Koi par nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz sakht, aankhein meri aankhon se bandhi. “Papa ko iske baare mein mat batana, theek hai? Yeh humara chhota sa raaz hai. 

Papa ko jaanne ki zaroorat nahi, agar tune bataya to main tujhpe gussa karungi kyunki yeh unhe dukhi karega, aur hum unhe dard nahi dena chahte, na?”“Papa ko kyun nahi batana chahiye?” maine poocha, bhaunhein chadhi, dil tezi se dhadka. “Raj!” woh chillayi, awaaz oonchi, haath halke se table pe maara. 


“Bas kar. Papa door hain, humare liye mehnat kar rahe hain, aur Mukesh yahan hai, humara khayal rakhta hai, humein khush karta hai. Papa ko batane se woh bekar mein pareshan honge. Tu ek achha ladka hai, beta, tu samajhta hai, na? Tu Papa ko dukhi nahi karna chahta, na?” Maine dheere se sar hilaaya, uske shabd andar utarte hue, uska gussa mujhe dara raha tha. “Theek hai, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz chhoti, plate ki taraf dekhte hue. 


Woh muskurayi, chehra naram, aur mere gaal pe chuma, uske hont garam. “Yeh mera pyara beta hai, Raj. Tu itna smart hai, itna kind, hamesha apni Maa ki sunta hai. Mujhe pasand hai kaise tu ek achha aadmi ban raha hai, beta, bilkul Mukesh jaisa, hamesha doosron ke baare mein sochta hai.”Uska chuma mujhe garam kiya, par mujhe pata chala Mukesh ke baare mein poochne se woh gussa ho jaati thi. 

Maine ruk diya, nahi chahta tha woh phir chillaye, par main ab bhi sochta tha ki woh galat hai, Mukesh ko chumna Papa ke saath dhokha tha.Uske achhe shabd mujhe achhe lage, par woh meri yeh soch nahi mita sake ki woh ek achhi randi thi, uska raaz ek wazan tha jo main utha raha tha. 


Khane ke baad, jab hum resort ke raaston pe chale, Mukesh ne mera haath pakda jaise Papa pakadte the, uski pakad mazboot, hansi garam, mujhe palm trees ke paas se le jaata hua.Par maine dekha usne khule mein Maa ki gaand dabayi, haath uski badi gaand pe, goosht uski ungliyon ke neeche dab gaya, saree thodi upar chadhi. Maa ne hansi, sharma ke uska haath hataaya, gaal laal, par usne roka nahi, aankhein khushi se chamakti hui.

Mujhe bura laga—Papa ki biwi ko koi aur enjoy kar raha tha, uske haath uske curves pe, jabki Papa ko kuch pata nahi. Maine socha kya Maa ko kabhi morals nahi sikhaye gaye, kya woh buri thi, uska besharam vyavhaar us achhi Maa se itna door jo maine jaani thi. 

Uski khushi undeniable thi, par yeh Papa ke kharche pe aayi, ek dhokha jo mera dil mod deta tha.Us raat, hum resort ke kamron mein check-in kiye—do kamre, ek mere liye, ek Maa aur Mukesh ke liye. Maa ko koi sharam nahi thi uske saath sone mein, unke kamre mein aise chali jaise yeh natural ho, neeli saree swish karti hui, curves dheemi roshni mein bold. 

Yeh raat ke khane ke baad tha.Use parwah nahi thi ki mujhe pata hai, shayad sochti thi main chhota hoon jo sex nahi samajhta, uski muskaan befikr jab usne darwaza band kiya. Par mujhe pata tha, mera dimag ghar ke raaton ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans ko replay karta tha.

Maine khud se wada kiya ki main chhupke dekhunga, khud ko bol raha tha ki main Maa ko randi ke roop mein accept karne laga tha. Kayi dino tak, maine unke secret sex ko dekhne se mana kiya, uski gandagi ko apnane se inkaar kiya, Papa ke morals pe chipka. 


Par ab, curiosity aur ek ajeeb acceptance mujhe kheench rahi thi, mera jism us manaa maze ki yaad pe react kar raha tha.Main aadhi raat ko utha, resort shant tha siwaye bahar laheron ke dheeme hum ke. Main unke kamre tak chhupke gaya, khush tha ki darwaza thoda khula tha, roshni ka ek sliver hall mein bikhra hua. 

Maa bistar pe baithi thi, ek safed bra aur panty mein, uske stan lacy cups se bahar nikal rahe the, nipples kapde ke peeche halke se dikhte, uski badi gaand mushkil se dhaki, panty uske goosht mein dhansi, khaal dheemi roshni mein chamakti hui.

Mukesh uske saamne khada tha, kamar se upar nanga, sirf boxers mein, uska muscular seena hairy, muskaan gandi, aankhein use kha rahi thi. Maa itni comfortable thi, uske honton ko uske pati ki tarah chum rahi thi, haath uske kandhon pe, unki jeebh dheere dheere bhookhe dance mein, uske moans dheeme, “mmm uuhhh,” jab woh paas jhuki, stan uske seene pe chhute.


Mujhe samajh nahi aaya Mukesh ne uske saath kya kiya, kaise meri Maa ko is aurat mein badal diya, jo us Maa se bilkul alag thi jo mujhe messy homework pe daantti thi. “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh ganda sex kitna achha hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, peeche hati, awaaz sultry, hont geele. 

“Tujhe mere pati ke bina jaane chodna… yeh jaise ek drug hai, itna thrilling.” “Rekha, mujhe teri yeh baatein pasand hain,” usne bola, haath uski kamar pe, ungliyaan goosht mein dhansi. “Tu kitni gandi randi hai, na?”

“Mmm uuhhh, main officially teri randi hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, uske gardan ko chumte hue, jeebh uski khaal pe chhuti. “Yeh chut teri hai, mera pyar, hamesha.” “Bilkul sahi, randi,” usne jawab diya, awaaz bhari, haath uski gaand pe sarke, zor se dabaye. 

“Tu meri hai, Rekha, har inch teri.”Unki gandi baatein mujhe shock kar gayi, mera seena kasa hua. Maa itni jaldi badal gayi thi, uska muh “randi” aur “chut” jaise shabd bol raha tha jaise woh poetry ho. Kuch hafte pehle, woh ghar ke mandir mein prarthana karti thi, awaaz bhakti se naram. 

Ab, woh yeh aurat thi, apne dhokhe ko garv se apna rahi thi. Resort, yeh trip, unki hawas ke liye ek cover tha, flat ki patli deewaron se door aur chodne ka mauka. Beaches, pools, mujhe wada kiya gaya maza—yeh sab unke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, unke jism ek doosre mein uljhe hue ka backdrop tha. 

Main isse accept karne laga tha, bhale hi yeh mushkil tha, mera dimag Papa ke chehre, uske Maa pe bharose, aur uski chamakti khushi ke saath lad raha tha.Yeh conflict dard deta tha, par uski khushi sach thi, aur yeh mujhe samajhne ki taraf kheench rahi thi, bhale hi gunaah mujhpe chipka tha.

Mukesh bistar pe let gaya, mattress uske wazan ke neeche dab gaya, aur Maa uski taangon ke beech baith gayi, ungliyaan uske boxers pe khinch rahi thi. Usne dheere se boxers utaare, uska lund bahar nikla, mota aur sakht, tip roshni mein chamakta hua, veins shaft pe pulsate karte hue.

Usne use chusna shuru kiya, hont tip ke chaaron taraf bandhe, jeebh dheere gol gol ghumti hui, uska swaad leti hui.


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Dheere dheere, usne use gehra liya, hont shaft pe sarke, gaal chusne se khokhle, sir rhythm mein hilta hua, thook uski thodi pe tapakta hua. Uske haath uski janghon pe kase, nakhun uski khaal mein dhans gaye, uske moans bandhe hue, “mmm uuhhh,” uske lund ke khilaaf vibrate karte hue.Woh thodi der ke liye peeche hati, hont geele, aankhein uspe jami. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund itna perfect hai,” woh boli, awaaz awe se bhari. “Main ise kabhi nahi chhodungi. Main is lund ke bina jee nahi sakti, mera pyar.”“Rekha, tu is lund ki pooja karti hai,” usne moan kiya, haath uske baalon mein uljhe, uska rhythm guide karte hue. 

“Tu mujhe woh gift degi jo main itne din se maang raha hoon?”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein sharaarat se chamakti, hont uske tip ko chhute hue. “Main tujhe doongi, mera pyar. Tu iska haqdaar hai.”“Matlab main aaj raat uska istemaal karunga, Rekha?” usne dabaya, awaaz gandi, ungliyaan uske baalon mein aur kasi. “Bata, randi.”

“Aaahhh, tu dekh lega,” usne chheda, awaaz sultry, uske shaft ko chumte hue. “Yeh kuch special hai, sirf tere liye.”


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Main curious tha, dimag tezi se chalta hua, dil dhadak raha tha. Mukesh kis gift ki baat kar raha hai? Yeh mystery mujhe pakad rahi thi, unki duniya mein aur gehra kheench rahi thi, meri masoomiyat har curious sawal ke saath kam hoti ja rahi thi.

Woh gift kya tha? Kya yeh kuch hai jo Maa ne Mukesh ko kabhi nahi diya? Aur Mukesh kyun is gift ko “uska istemaal karna” kehta hai? Kya woh Maa ke jism ki baat kar raha hai ya uske jism ka kuch jo usne kabhi “gift” ke roop mein nahi diya?Main aaj raat pata lagaunga.


Maa ne uske gotiyon ko pakda, unhe dheere se apne haath mein liya, ungliyaan naram khaal ko sehlaati hui, phir unhe chusa, hont ek ko muh mein lete hue, jeebh dheere dheere lap lap karta hua, phir doosra, uske moans bandhe hue, “mmm uuhhh,” jab woh uska maza le rahi thi.

Ek saath, Mukesh ne moan kiya, haath uske sir ko guide karte hue, bistar dheeme se charkhata hua, kamre ki hawa unki garmi se bhari, bahar samundar ki laheron ka dheema hum. 

Roshni parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, unke jism uljhe hue, Maa ka bra strap uske kandhe se khisak gaya, panty upar chadhi, uski badi gaand aur dikhaati hui.Mera lund phir bada ho gaya, kamar mein jaani pehchaani garmi badhti hui, mera jism Maa ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur uske honton pe Mukesh ke lund ke nazare pe react kar raha tha. 

Maine jaan bujhkar use pakda, haath shaft pe upar neeche sarka, ungliyaan kaske pakdi, tip precum se geela.Maine masturbate karna shuru kiya, yeh ehsaas ab jaana pehchaana, maza ek josh tha jo main chahta tha bhale hi gunaah tha. 

Main Papa ko dhokha de raha tha, unhe nahi bata raha tha ki Maa dhokha de rahi hai, balki uske dhokhe ko dekh raha tha, ek twisted tareeke se maza le raha tha.Yeh ehsaas achha tha—bahut achha—mera haath tez chalta hua, dil dhadak raha tha, aankhein Maa ke gande kaam pe jami. 


Mujhe pata tha Mukesh aaj raat usse chodega, aur main dekhunga, aankhein khuli, usse randi ke roop mein accept karte hue, bhale hi yeh meri rooh ko cheerta tha.Main sab kuch dekhna chahta tha, har dhakka, har moan, mera jism us gunaah ka addict jo maine usse seekha.

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Mera lund phir bada ho gaya, aur mere jism mein ek garam ehsaas hua Maa ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur uske honton pe Mukesh ke lund ke nazare se. Maine jaan bujhkar apna lund pakda, haath upar neeche sarka, ungliyaan kasi hui, tip chipchipi cheez se geela.

Main masturbate kar raha tha, aur ab yeh ehsaas jaana pehchaana tha, ek zabardast maza jo main chahta tha bhale hi gunaah mehsoos hota tha. Main Papa ko dhokha de raha tha, unhe nahi bata raha tha ki Maa dhokha de rahi hai. 

Balki, main uske gande kaam dekh raha tha aur ek galat tareeke se pasand kar raha tha.Yeh ehsaas itna achha tha, bahut achha, aur mera haath tez chalta gaya, dil zor se dhadakta hua, aankhein Maa ke gande kaamon pe jami hui. 

Mujhe pata tha Mukesh aaj raat usse chodega, aur main dekhunga, aankhein khuli rakhte hue, Maa ko randi ke roop mein accept karte hue, bhale hi yeh mere dil ko cheerta tha.

Main sab kuch dekhna chahta tha, har dhakka, har moan, mera jism us gande kaam ka addict jo maine usse seekha. Maine koshish ki na dekhne ki, dil dhadak raha tha kyunki Papa ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki achha bano aur buri cheezon se door raho.Unhone kaha tha, “Raj, achha ladka ban, galat cheezon ko mat dekh.” 

Par main himmat juta raha, waisa hi josh mehsoos karta hua jaise pichhle mahine Papa ke birthday party pe Maa ke naachne pe hua, uski saree aise hilti thi jaise woh azaad ho.Main darwaze ke paas gaya, jo thoda khula tha, resort ke kamre ki roshni bahar nikal rahi thi, bahar samundar ki dheemi awaaz. 

Maa ek randi ban rahi thi, aur main yeh saaf dekh sakta tha. Woh Maa jo ghar ke mandir mein dupatta odhkar prarthana karti thi, woh chali gayi thi.Ab woh yeh aurat thi, uske hont Mukesh ke lund ko chus rahe the, ek aadmi jo uska pati nahi hai, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans tez aur besharam. 

Uski safed bra uske bade stanon pe tight thi, panty uski badi gaand ko mushkil se dhak rahi thi, uska jism dikha raha tha ki woh use chahti thi.Woh alag thi, uski meharban awaaz ab gandi shabdon se bhari thi jaise “chut” aur “lund,” us Maa jaisi nahi jo mujhe homework karne ko kehti thi. 

Maa ne Mukesh ke lund ko zor se chusa, hont tip ke chaaron taraf, jeebh gol gol ghumati hui, tip ka swaad leti, phir mote hisse pe sarki, gaal andar khinche jab usne gehra chusa, lagbhag gale tak.

Geela samaan uske muh se tapka, uski thodi pe chamakta hua, haath uski taangon pe, nakhun uski khaal mein dhans gaye. Woh apna sir upar neeche hilati rahi, pehle dheere, phir tez, uske “mmm uuhhh” moans uske lund ke khilaaf vibrate karte, aankhein aadhi band jaise use yeh pasand tha.

Mukesh ne uska sir pakda, ungliyaan uske baalon mein, kaske khincha taaki woh uski marzi se hile, use aur gehra dhakela taaki lund uske muh mein aur aage jaye, uski kamar thodi hili uske saath taal mel ke liye.

Uska chehra dikha raha tha ki use maza aa raha tha, hont ek gandi muskaan mein, aankhein andheri aur bhookhi, jabda sakht jab woh khushi ke sounds nikalta tha, Maa ke uske liye kaam karne ka maza le raha tha.

“Rekha, mera lund aaj kaisa lag raha hai?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz karkash, haath uske baalon ko aur kaske khinchte hue. “Bata mujhe sab kuch jo tu mehsoos karti hai jab tu isse chusti hai.”

“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund itna achha lagta hai, itna mazboot,” Maa ne kaha, muh hataaya, hont geele, awaaz naram aur sexy. “Yeh itna bada hai, mera poora muh bhar deta hai, dil tezi se dhadakta hai.


Mujhe yeh pasand hai kaise lagta hai, itna sakht aur garam. Main isse hamesha chusna chahti hoon.”“Tujhe mera lund tere pati ke lund se zyada pasand hai, na?” usne poocha, muskaan badi hoti hui, aankhein gandi nazar se chamakti hui. 


“Bata kitna behtar hai, Rekha, chalo.”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, tera bahut behtar hai,” usne kaha, awaaz sharam dikhati hui, uske lund ko dheere chumte hue. “Mere pati ka chhota tha, kamzor, kabhi mujhe aisa mehsoos nahi karaya.


Tera lund mujhe zinda karta hai, mujhe hamesha tujhe chahiye. Main iske baare mein sochna band nahi kar sakti.” Mere Papa ne ek randi se shaadi ki, aur use nahi pata tha.


Woh aurat jise woh trust karta tha, jo uska mangalsutra pehenti thi aur uski pasand ki biryani banati thi, yahan thi, ek doosre aadmi ke lund se pyar karti hui, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans dikhate the ki woh wafadaar nahi thi.


Mere Papa sochte the woh achhi hai, ghar pe uska intezaar karti hai, par woh Mukesh ki randi thi, uska jism uske chhune ke liye. Mujhe gussa aaya, dil Papa ke liye dukhta tha, par main dekhta raha, haath mere lund pe tez chalta hua, maza zabardast par gunaah bhaari.

“Rekha, main ab tere bade stan chodna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska muh uske lund se hataya, awaaz gandi sochon se bhari. “In stanon ko mere lund ke chaaron taraf rakh, kuch naya try karte hain.”


“Aaahhh uuhhh, mere stan?” Maa ne kaha, aankhein badi, awaaz hairaan aur curious. “Kisi ne mere saath aisa kabhi nahi kiya. Mere pati ne iske baare mein socha bhi nahi. Usne mere stan kabhi aise nahi chhuye jaise tu karta hai, Mukesh. 


Tu hamesha mere jism ko special mehsoos karata hai.”“Main tujhe dikhata hoon kitna achha lagta hai, randi,” usne kaha, haath uske bra ke upar stan dabate hue, ungliyaan naram khaal mein. 

“Yeh bra utaar, mujhe yeh bade stan roshni mein dekhne de.”Maa ne apni bra kholi, uske stan bahar gire, bade aur bhari, nipples thandi hawa mein sakht. Woh bistar pe peeth ke bal leti, mattress uske wazan ke neeche dab gaya, uski badi gaand chadar mein dhansi, panty kamar pe tight.


Mukesh upar chadha, uske seene pe baitha, uska lund uske stanon ke beech rakha, tip uski thodi ko chhuti. Kamra unke jismon se garam tha, bahar samundar ki laherein dheemi, lamp unki parchhaiyaan banati hui, Maa ke baal takiye pe ek kaali pankh ki tarah phele hue.


“Apne stan ek saath daba, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dheemi aur excited. “Inhe mere lund ke chaaron taraf lapet aur achhe se chodo.”


“Mmm uuhhh, aise, Mukesh?” Maa ne kaha, apne stan uske lund ke chaaron taraf dabaye, haath naram khaal ko dabate hue, ek tight jagah banati hui. “Kya tu aise chahta hai? Main tujhe khush karna chahti hoon.”

Usne uske lund ko apne stanon ke beech ragadna shuru kiya, upar neeche hilati hui, khaal har harkat ke saath kampati hui.






Usne apne stan pakadne ka tareeka badla, pehle seedha, uska lund smoothly sarka, phir ek stan ko zyada upar dabaya, phir doosra, taaki lund alag alag angles mein hile, tip uski thodi ke paas aati, phir cleavage mein wapas. 


Uski khaal paseene se chamakti hui, stan naram aur garam uske lund ke chaaron taraf, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans dheeme jab woh uspe kaam karti thi, chehra dikhata tha ki woh mehnat kar rahi thi.


“Kya main theek kar rahi hoon, Mukesh?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz unsure par khush, aankhein uski taraf dekhti hui. “Maine pehle kabhi aisa nahi kiya, toh main seekh rahi hoon. Aaahhh uuhhh, kya tujhe achha lag raha hai? 

Bata agar main galat kar rahi hoon, main tere liye perfect hona chahti hoon. Maine apne pati ko aise kabhi maza nahi diya. Main yeh tere liye kar rahi hoon kyunki tu special hai.”


“Tu bilkul perfect kar rahi hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, kamar thodi hili, lund uske stanon mein sarka. “Tere stan kamaal ke hain, itne naram aur bade, is tarah chodne ke liye bane hain. Tu ek sexy devi lagti hai, meri randi, mujhe itna achha maza de rahi hai. 

Main tujhse kabhi satisfy nahi hota.”





“Mmm uuhhh, sach mein, Mukesh?” usne kaha, badi muskaan ke saath, zyada confident mehsoos karti hui, haath apne stanon pe tez hilte hue. “Yeh itna alag lagta hai, itna exciting. Yeh ek naya maza hai, jaise mere stan tere saath zinda ho. 


Mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe nayi cheezein sikhata hai, Mukesh, tu sab kuch itna garam bana deta hai.”

Mujhe pata tha Mukesh Maa ke saath woh sab karega jo usne Papa ke saath kabhi nahi kiya. Woh use nayi cheezein sikha raha tha, jaise uske stan chodna, jo Papa ne kabhi socha bhi nahi. 


Iska mujhe gussa aaya, Maa ek ajnabi ki taareef karti hui, kehti hui uska lund behtar hai, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans uske liye, Papa ke liye nahi.Usne aankhein band ki, chehra dikhata tha ki woh maze mein khoyi hui thi, hont khule, gaal laal, matlab woh is galat ehsaas mein gehri thi, Papa aur mujhe bhool rahi thi.


Yeh mujhe bahut dard deta tha, usse Mukesh ke saath itna khush dekhna, uska dil hamare family se door, jaise use ab humari parwah nahi thi. Mukesh neeche uski chut pe gaya, uski panty dheere utaari, use nanga chhod diya, uski chut geeli aur khuli, roshni mein chamakti hui.


“Mujhe teri chut ka swaad pasand hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz gandi, chehra uske paas, saans uski khaal pe garam. “Yeh itni meethi hai, main isse raat bhar kha sakta hoon.” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tu mujhe kaash mera pati hota,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz naram aur feeling se bhari, haath uske baalon ko chhute hue.“Kisi ne meri chut ko aise mehsoos nahi karaya. 


Tu itna achha hai, main tujhe hamesha chahti hoon.” “Apne pati ko chhod de, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, ungliyaan uski chut ke honton ko dheere kholte hue, geele folds dikhate hue, aankhein bhookhi. 


“Mere saath asal mein aa, meri aurat ban, uski nahi. Tujhe uski zaroorat nahi jab main hoon.” “Mmm uuhhh, ha, Mukesh, main aisa nahi kar sakti,” Maa ne kaha, thodi hansi ke saath, awaaz kampati hui jab woh moan karti thi, kamar hilti hui.


“Main apne pati ko nahi chhod sakti, yeh bahut zyada hai. Par hum yeh raaz rakh sakte hain, tu aur main, hamari special cheez. Aaahhh uuhhh, please, isse aise hi rakhein.”


“Tu use chhod dena chahiye, Rekha,” usne kaha, chut aur kholte hue, ungliyaan geeli khaal pe sarti hui, use chhedte hue. “Ek aise aadmi ke saath kyun rehna jo tujhe mere jaisa nahi chod sakta? Tu meri randi hai, tu mere saath belong karti hai, kisi boring aadmi ke saath nahi jo tere jism ko nahi jaanta. Teri jaisi randi meri hai.”


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tu sahi hai, main teri randi hoon aur main tere saath deserve karti hoon, par abhi ke liye main apne pati ko nahi chhod sakti,” woh moan karti hui boli, awaaz sharam dikhati par use chahti thi.


“Yeh galat hai use chhodna, par mujhe tujhe itni zaroorat hai. Hum isse raaz rakhenge, tu mujhe itna khush karta hai, please aur mat maang.” “Main tujhe use chhodne pe majboor kar doonga,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, muh uski chut pe gaya.


“Main tujhe itna achha chodu, tu uska naam bhool jayegi, Rekha.” Usne uski chut chusna shuru kiya, jeebh uske folds pe chalti hui, pehle dheere, upar neeche, phir tez, uske clit pe dheeme flicks ke saath, phir neeche uske entrance pe, uske geele samaan ka swaad lete hue.


Usne uske clit ko zor se chusa, hont use khinchte hue, phir naram, jeebh uspe flat, uske ras ko lap lap karta hua jaise woh bhookha ho. Maa ne tez moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, haan, yeh itna achha hai!” haath uske sir ko pakde, use paas khinchte hue, ungliyaan uske baalon mein kasi taaki woh wahan rahe, uski jeebh ko aur gehra chahti thi.

Woh jangli thi, uski kamar upar uchhal rahi thi, taangein kamp rahi thi, chehra laal, moans tez, jism aise hil raha tha jaise woh maze mein khoyi hui ho, stan har harkat ke saath uchalte hue.

“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, teri jeebh kamaal ki hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski taareef karti hui, awaaz feeling se tooti. “Meri chut ka swaad kaisa hai? Kya yeh tujhe achha lagta hai? Bata mujhe kya pasand hai ismein.” 

“Yeh bahut swadisht hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz besharam, jeebh abhi bhi uske clit pe. “Teri chut itni geeli hai, itni meethi, jaise sabse achha dessert. Mujhe pasand hai kaise yeh meri jeebh pe lagta hai, itna naram aur garam.” 

“Wahan chaat, Mukesh,” usne kaha, use guide karti hui, awaaz needy, ungliyaan uske clit ki taraf ishara karti hui. “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, dheere gol gol, phir tez, please, ise itna achha bana de.”“Aise, randi?” usne poocha, jeebh uske clit pe dheere gol gol, phir tez, uske shabdon ka follow karta hua. 


“Ab kaisa lag raha hai, Rekha? Mujhe sab bata.” “Oooohhh uuhhh, yeh jaise aag hai, Mukesh,” woh moan karti hui boli, jism zor se kamp raha tha.“Yeh mujhe jala raha hai, itna achha, main hilna band nahi kar sakti.” 

Maa alag alag tareeke se react karti thi, kamar bistar se oonchi uthati hui, taangein aur khulti hui, haath uske baalon ko aur zor se khinchte hue, moans tez, “aaaahhh uuhhh,” jab woh uske clit ko chaatta tha, phir dheeme, “mmm uuhhh,” jab woh uske folds ko chusta tha.

Uska chehra sab kuch dikha raha tha—maza, thodi sharam, bahut zaroorat—aankhein kaske band, muh bada khula, saansein tezi se aati hui jaise woh daud rahi ho. “Rekha, tu kabhi aur jagahon ke baare mein sochti hai jahan main tujhe chod sakta hoon?” 

Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz dheemi, jeebh abhi uski chut pe. “Jaise beach pe, ya pool mein, bas tu aur main?”“Aaahhh uuhhh, oh, Mukesh, yeh kitna ganda lagta hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz excited. 

“Beach pe chodna, laheron ke saath? Mujhe yeh pasand aayega, tu sab kuch itna maza banata hai.”“Agar tera beta Raj humein dekh le?” Mukesh ne poocha, usse aur zor se chaatta hua, awaaz chhedti hui. 

“Agar use pata chal jaye ki uski Maa meri lund ki randi hai?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, nahi, Mukesh, aisa mat bol,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz darr se bhari, kamar abhi bhi hilti hui.“Agar mere bete Raj ko pata chal gaya main kya kar rahi hoon, woh mujhse nafrat karega. 

Main use nahi bata sakti, woh mera chhota beta hai, woh nahi samajhega.” “Tujhe use batana chahiye, Rekha,” usne kaha, uske clit ko chusta hua, awaaz mazboot.

“Woh jaldi pata laga lega. Woh bacha nahi hai, woh dekh lega ki tujhe mera lund kitna pasand hai. Behtar hai agar use pata chale ki tu mere saath khush hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, nahi, main aisa nahi kar sakti,” woh moan karti hui boli, awaaz tooti, haath uske baalon ko khinchta hua.

“Woh apne papa ko bata dega, aur yeh hamara family barbaad kar dega. Aaahhh uuhhh, please, Mukesh, iske baare mein mat bol, bas mujhe chaatta ja.” “Woh ek din jaan lega, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz sakht, jeebh uski chut mein gehri.

“Woh dekh lega ki tu meri randi hai, aur samajh jayega ki tujhe yeh chahiye.” Usne uski chut chuste hue, haath uski gaand ke ched pe rakha, anguthe se uski massage karta hua, khaal pehle ke thook se geeli, tight ring ke chaaron taraf dheere ghumata hua, phir thoda dabaya.Maa ne saans li, “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kya hai?” uski awaaz hairaan, jism sakht hua. 

“Teri chut ko mere lund ke liye taiyaar kar raha hoon,” usne bola, angutha abhi bhi uske gaand ke ched pe, jeebh uske clit pe. “Tujhe yeh lund andar chahiye, na, randi?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, please, mujhe tera lund chahiye,” Maa ne maanga, uski awaaz itni randi jaisi ki mujhe shock hua, kamar oonchi uthati hui.


“Meri chut chodo, main teri hoon.” Woh upar aaya, uska lund sakht aur taiyaar, aur uski chut ke saath chhedne laga, tip ko uske geele folds pe thapthapaya, dheemi smacking awaazein uske moans ke saath milti hui.


Maa ne tez moan kiya, “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aise mat chhed,” uska jism hilta hua, kamar uske lund se milne uthi, chehra desperate, aankhein badi aur maangti hui, saansein tezi aur chhoti.Usne thapthapana jari rakha, lund uski chut ke honton pe upar neeche sarka, andar nahi gaya, use aur chahta banaya. 

Uski chut chamakti hui, khuli, taiyaar, uske moans tez, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, please, Mukesh, andar daal!”“Tu mera lund kaise chahti hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi, lund abhi bhi uski chut ke honton pe chhedta hua. 


“Mujhe exactly bata tujhe kaise chahiye, randi.” “Mmm uuhhh, main ise gehra chahti hoon, Mukesh,” woh moan karti hui boli, awaaz zaroorat se bhari, haath chadar pakde hue. “Mujhe zor se chodo, meri chut bhar do, please, main aur wait nahi kar sakti.


”Usne apna lund andar dhakelna shuru kiya, pehle dheere, tip uski chut ko kholti hui, usse saans lene pe majboor kiya, phir inch by inch, use poora bharte hue.Maa ne cheekha, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh, yeh itna bada hai!” uska jism zor se kamp raha tha, stan uchalte hue, gaand bistar mein dhansi, taangein kampati hui. 

Woh aur gehra gaya, uski chut uske lund pe tight, uske moans tez, chehra maze se laal, aankhein phir band.








“Mujhe apne pati se itni nafrat hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz sharam se bhari, uske shabd mujhe shock kar gaye. 


“Kaash woh chala jaye, Mukesh. Tu woh sab hai jo woh nahi hai, tu mujhe itna zinda mehsoos karata hai.”“Haan, Rekha, us loser ko bhool ja, main tera wish sach kar doonga,” Mukesh ne kaha, usse encourage karta hua, kamar tez hilti hui, lund usmein zor se ja raha tha.


“Tu ab meri randi hai, tujhe uski zaroorat nahi jab tera yeh lund hai.”Usne use aur zor se choda, lund andar bahar, gehra aur tez, bistar tez charkhata hua, headboard deewar se drum ki tarah takrata hua.

Uske dhakke mazboot the, muscles sakht, chehra focused, paseena uske seene se Maa ke jism pe tapakta hua. Maa ka jism hila, stan jangli taur pe uchalte, uski badi gaand hilti hui, moans ek baar baar “aaaahhh uuhhh,” haath chadar ko kaske pakde hue.

Kamra garam tha, unka paseena milta hua, samundar ki awaaz door, lamp har detail dikhata hua, Maa ki khaal chamakti hui, Mukesh ki muscles flex karti hui.“Mere liye aur zor se cheekh, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz excited, dhakke rukte nahi.


“Mujhe tujhe mere lund ke liye cheekhte sunna pasand hai, yeh mujhe tujhe aur zor se chodne ke liye kehta hai.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, main cheekhna band nahi kar sakti,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz tooti, jism aur zor se kamp raha tha. 

“Tera lund itna achha lagta hai, yeh bahut zyada hai, mujhe tere liye cheekhna padta hai.”Usne use sideways kiya, abhi bhi chodta hua, ek taang oonchi uthayi, uski chut badi khuli, lund side se andar ja raha tha. 

Yeh position achha tha kyunki isse woh aur gehra ja sakta tha, uski chut ke naye spots ko chhuta hua, usse aur zor se cheekhne diya,










“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, haan, oh God!” 

Uski taang upar ne uski chut ko aur tight kiya, uska lund use poora bhar raha tha, angle har dhakke ko aur mehsoos karata tha, uske moans aur jangli.Dono paseena paseena the, Maa ka chehra laal, aankhein kaske band, muh khula, saansein tezi se aati hui jaise woh pakad nahi sakti. 


Mukesh ka chehra intense tha, aankhein uspe jami, dhakke sakht, haath uski kamar aur taang pakde hue, paseena uski khaal pe tapakta hua.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh style itna naya hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski taareef karti hui, awaaz hairani se bhari. 

“Maine pehle kabhi aisa nahi kiya, kisi ke saath nahi. Tu ise itna achha banata hai, tu itna mazboot, itna perfect hai.”


“Rekha, tujhe yeh position pasand hai,” usne kaha, awaaz gandi, lund abhi bhi usmein zor se ja raha tha. “Teri chut ismein itni tight hai, yeh mere lund ke liye bani hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, maine kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi kiya,” woh moan karti hui boli, jism kamp raha tha, taang uske haath mein kampati hui.

“Tu mujhe itna sikha raha hai, mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe chodata hai.” “Tu mujhe mera gift degi, Rekha?” usne poocha, dhakke thodi dheere kiye, awaaz chhedti hui, aankhein uske chehre pe. 


“Tujhe pata hai na main itne din se kya chahta hoon?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, main sure nahi hoon,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz chinta se bhari, aankhein khulti hui, darr dikhati hui.“Yeh badi cheez hai, mujhe nahi pata main kar sakti hoon ya nahi, yeh bahut zyada hai.” 


Main soch raha tha yeh gift kya hai, mera dimag tezi se chalta hua, dil zor se dhadakta hua. Kya yeh uski gaand ka ched tha, jaise maine pehle socha? Kuch aur ganda? Mujhe jaanna tha, meri aankhein unpe jami, intezaar mein ki aage kya hoga.


Mera haath mere lund pe tez chalta hua, maza itna zabardast, mera dil Papa ke liye gunaah aur unke sab kuch dekhne ki chahat ke beech phata hua.

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Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha jab main resort ke kamre ke thoda khule darwaze ke paas jama hua tha, meri aankhein Maa aur Mukesh pe jami hui, dimag us mysterious gift ke baare mein sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha jo woh usse baar baar maang raha tha, soch raha tha ki aisa kya ho sakta hai jisne Maa ki awaaz ko excitement aur jhijhak se kampaya.


Mera haath mere lund pe tez chalta gaya, maza mujhmein josh bhar raha tha, ek garam, gudgudi wala ehsaas jo main rok nahi saka, bhale hi Papa ke dhokhe ka gunaah mehsoos hota tha, maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki Maa Papa ko dhokha degi.


Papa ka mujhe achha ladka banne ka sikhana mere dimag mein door ki chetaavni ki tarah goonj raha tha. Maa ke tez “aaahhh uuhhh” moans hawa mein bhare hue, uska jism bistar pe kamp raha tha jab Mukesh use sideways position mein chod raha tha.


Uski ek taang uski pakad mein oonchi uthi hui, uska lund uski chut mein gehra dhakel raha tha, bistar rhythm mein charkhata hua, headboard deewar se steady thap thap ke saath takrata hua, jo bahar samundar ki dheemi laheron ki awaaz ke saath milta tha, unke paseene se bhare jism bedside lamp ki naram roshni mein chamakte hue.


Main Papa ko dhokha de raha tha, unhe Maa ke dhokhe ke baare mein nahi bata raha, uske gande kaam dekh raha tha, mera haath mere lund pe upar neeche sarta hua, maza itna zabardast ki meri sharam doob gayi, mujhe unke gunaah ki duniya mein aur gehra kheench raha tha.“Tu kitna kamaal ka hai, Mukesh, tu mere jism ko har chhuan se gawata hai, mujhe zor se chodo meri jaan, yeh bistar sirf tere aur mere liye hai aaahhhh haan!” 


Maa ne moan kiya, uski awaaz taareef se bhari jab usne uski taraf dekha, chehra khushi se laal, aankhein maze mein aadhi band, uske shabd uske tez “aaahhh uuhhh” moans ke beech toot rahe the jo garam kamre mein goonj rahe the.


“Tu mujhe aise chodta hai jaise kisi ne nahi, itna mazboot, itna gehra, aur main tere saath zinda mehsoos karti hoon, jaise main ek nayi aurat hoon, woh boring biwi nahi jo main pehle thi.”

Mukesh ka chehra ek gandi muskaan se jagmaga utha, aankhein santushti se chamakti hui, saaf dikhta tha ki uske shabd usse khush kar rahe the jab usne aur zor se dhakka diya, haath uski kamar aur oonchi taang ko kaske pakde hue, awaaz excitement se karkash.“Rekha, mujhe pasand hai jab tu aise bolti hai, mujhe batati hai ki tujhe mera lund kitna chahiye, kaise main tujhe woh ehsaas deta hoon jo tera pati kabhi nahi de saka.” 


Woh paas jhuka, uska paseena uski khaal pe tapka, aur bola, “Aur bata, randi, bata main usse kitna behtar hoon, kaise tu chahti hai ki cheezein alag hoti.”Maa ke moans aur tez hue, uske “aaaahhh uuhhh” cheekhein har dhakke ke saath kampati hui, aur usne kaha, awaaz sharam se bhari par chahat se jalti hui, 


“Mukesh, tu mere liye sab kuch hai, tera lund mujhe itna achha bhar deta hai, aur mujhe apne pati se nafrat hai ki usne mujhe kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi karaya, kaash woh mar jaye taaki main hamesha teri rahu.”Uske shabd mujhe ek ghuse ki tarah lage, mujhe andar tak hila diya, mera dil ruk gaya jab maine socha ki Maa, 


woh aurat jo mujhe gale lagati thi aur Papa ki pasand ki biryani banati thi, Papa ke marne ki baat kar rahi thi, woh chahti thi ki Papa mar jaye.Uska dhokha mujhe pehle se bhi zyada gehra chot de raha tha. 


Main wahan khada raha, mera haath abhi bhi mere lund pe ragadta hua, maza aur dard ek saath mil rahe the, uske khushnuma chehre se nazar nahi hata saka.Woh zor zor se “aaahhh uuhhh” moans karti rahi, uske gande shabd is baat ka saboot the ki woh yeh baat dil se bol rahi thi. “Tu sach mein chahti hai tera pati mar jaye, Rekha?”


 Mukesh ne poocha, uski awaaz gandi khushi se bhari, uske dhakke dheere hue taaki woh uske jawab ka maza le sake, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein gehra, uski kamar ko naye spots chhune ke liye angle karta hua.“Mujhe bata, tu usse itni nafrat kyun karti hai, kyun chahti hai woh mar jaye, mujhe har detail chahiye, meri randi.” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, main yeh dil se kehti hoon,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski awaaz gunaah se kampati par chahat se bhari, uski kamar uske dhakkon se milne ke liye hilti hui.



Uski taang uske haath mein kamp rahi thi. “Woh itna boring hai, usne mujhe kabhi aise nahi chhua jaise tu karta hai, meri chut ko kabhi aise cheekhne nahi diya, aur main chahti hoon woh mar jaye kyunki tu mera asli mard hai, tu mujhe azaad mehsoos karata hai, jaise main poori tarah teri hoon, ek boring shaadi mein band nahi.”


“Rekha, yeh wahi hai jo main sunna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskaan aur badi, aankhein jeet se chamakti hui, haath uski khaal ko aur kaske dabate hue.“Mujhe pasand hai ki tu meri hai, yeh sochti hui ki tera bewakoof pati mar jaye, aur bata, bata tu kitna yeh chahti hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, main yeh bahut chahti hoon, Mukesh,” 


usne moan kiya, uska chehra khushi se chamakta hua, aankhein aur kaske band jab woh boli, awaaz har “aaaahhh uuhhh” cheekh ke saath toot rahi thi.“Main chahti hoon woh kal hi mar jaye, taaki main teri aurat ban sakoon, aur koi chhupa chhupi sex nahi, bas hum, aise hamesha chodte hue, khulle mein, tu itna perfect hai, tu mere sab kuch deserve karta hai.”



Main itna shock hua par mujhe abhi bhi us gift ke baare mein janna tha, mera dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha, soch raha tha ki Maa ne usse kya wada kiya jo usse itna excited kar raha tha, meri aankhein unke jismon pe jami hui, intezaar mein ki aage kya hoga.Mera haath mere lund pe aur tez chalta gaya, maza aur zabardast hota gaya bhale hi uske shabd ki wajah se shock tha ki woh Papa ko marna chahti thi. 


Mukesh ne use sideways position mein aur zor se choda, kamar ko angle badalte hue, pehle seedha dhakka mara taaki uski chut ke andar gehra jaye, usse cheekhne pe majboor kiya.


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh itna gehra hai, oh God!” Phir usne apna jism thoda tilt kiya, uska lund thodi alag angle se sarka, uske andar alag spots ragadta hua, uske moans aur tez, uski taang aur kampati hui, uska paseena uske paseene ke saath chadar pe milta hua.Usne phir adjust kiya, uski taang aur oonchi kheench, uski chut aur kholi, dhakke tez aur powerful, bistar hila, headboard ki awaaz aur tez, unke jism ek rhythm mein ek saath hilte hue, kamra garmi aur awaaz se bhara hua.“Haath aur ghutnon pe aa, Rekha, main tujhe doggystyle mein chahta hoon ab,” 


Mukesh ne kaha, dheere se bahar nikala, uska lund uske geele ras se chamakta hua, awaaz commanding jab usne apne haathon se uski help ki position badalne mein.


Maa jaldi se palti, uski badi gaand hawa mein oonchi, maine uska chhota sa gaand ka ched bhi dekha, uske bhari stan neeche latakte hue, dheere se hilte jab woh haath aur ghutnon pe set hui, uski khaal lamp ke neeche chamakti hui.Samundar ki dheemi awaaz unki bhari saanson ke liye ek soft background thi. 



Mujhe pata tha Mukesh ko yeh position pasand hai kyunki maine ghar pe uska chehra dekha tha, kaise uski aankhein chamakti thi jab woh use aise chodta tha, uske haath hamesha uski gaand pakadte the, dhakke aur sakht, jaise woh use poori tarah claim kar raha ho.Uski gandi muskaan dikha rahi thi ki woh powerful mehsoos karta tha. 


Mujhe laga woh doggystyle pasand karta tha kyunki isse uski badi gaand hilti thi, uska jism poora control mein aata tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans is position mein hamesha aur tez, jaise yeh uske andar aur gehra lagta tha.


Meri Maa ke paas desh ki sabse badi gaand thi, main kasam kha sakta hoon.Mujhe sharam aayi, par main apna lund ragadta raha, maza itna zabardast ki main wahi jama raha, bhale hi mujhe pata tha ki mujhe apne bistar pe wapas jana chahiye tha, Papa ke sabaq sunne chahiye the ki buri cheezon se door raho.Mera dil Papa ke dhokhe ke gunaah se bhari tha par Maa ke gunaah ko dekhta raha. “Yeh position achha lagta hai, Mukesh?” 


Maa ne poocha, awaaz naram aur needy, uski gaand oonchi, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans dheeme jab usne peeche uski taraf dekha, baal uske kandhe pe girte hue.“Tujhe mujhe aise chodna pasand hai, meri gaand oonchi dekh kar?” “Rekha, doggystyle tere liye perfect hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi, haath uski badi gaand pe rakhe, naram khaal ko dabate hue.


“Teri chut ismein itni tight hai, teri gaand itni sexy lagti hai, main tujhe raat bhar aise chod sakta hoon, tu meri gandi randi hai, mere lund ke liye bani hai.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe apni randi bana, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, usse encourage karti hui, awaaz chahat se bhari jab usne apni gaand peeche uski taraf dhakeli.



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“Mujhe zor se chodo, mujhe apna bana, main bas teri gandi ladki banna chahti hoon, sirf tere liye, kisi aur ke liye nahi.” “Main chahta hoon tera pati jaldi mar jaye, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi aur excited, haath uski gaand ko aur kaske pakadte hue, ungliyaan uski khaal mein dhans rahi thi.



“Main intezaar nahi kar sakta uske marne ka, jaise tu kehti hai, taaki tu hamesha meri ho, aur humein yeh chhupa chhupi affair chhupana na pade.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, main bhi chahti hoon mera pati mar jaye,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mujhe phir shock karti hui, uska jism uske harkaton ke saath hilta hua.


 “Main chahti hoon woh chala jaye, taaki hum ek saath ho sakein, bina chhupaye, bas hum, roz aise chodte hue.”Mujhe ek ajeeb tarah se achha laga unki aisi baatein sun kar, Maa ki khushi aur tez moans mujhe sochne pe majboor kar rahe the ki shayad woh Mukesh ke saath behtar hai, bhale hi yeh kitna galat tha, par yeh jaan kar dard hua ki woh buri hai, 


Papa ko itna gehra dhokha de rahi hai.Mukesh ne uski chut ko doggystyle mein chodna jari rakha, uska lund gehra sarka, uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hilti hui, khaal samundar ki laheron ki tarah uchalti hui, uske haathon ke nishaan uski khaal pe laal chamakte hue, uske curves jangli tarah se kamp rahe the.


Uske bhari stan neeche latakte hue, aage peeche hilte, nipples chadar se ragadte hue, ek naram sarsarahat banati hui jo uske moans ke saath milti thi.




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Usne uski moti gaand pakdi, uske haath uski badi cheeks ke saamne chhote lag rahe the, zor se dabate hue, ungliyaan khaal mein dhans rahi thi, har pakad ke saath uski gaand ripple karti hui.


Maa ka chehra poori khushi tha, aankhein aadhi band, muh bada khula, uske “aaaahhh uuhhh” moans tez, dikhate hue ki use har pal pasand tha, uska jism uske rhythm ke saath hilta hua.


“Tu kitna romantic hai, Mukesh, mujhe rani jaisa mehsoos karata hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz naram bhale hi uski cheekhein tez thi, uski gaand peeche dhakkon se milne ke liye dhakel rahi thi, baal hilte hue.“Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe chodta hai, kaise pakadta hai, jaise main hamesha teri hoon.” 


“Rekha, tu meri rani hai, meri randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz feeling se bhari, dhakke steady, haath uski kamar pe chale gaye.“Main tujhe har jagah chodna chahta hoon, is bistar pe, beach pe, har kamre mein, bas hum, hamesha.” “Mmm uuhhh, yeh kitna achha lagta hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz maze se tooti, jism kampata hua


.“Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe kahi bhi le ja, jaisa chahe chodo, main teri hoon, meri jaan. Main tujhe apne jism ka sab kuch doongi.” Mujhe shock hua jab Mukesh ne uske neeche haath dala, uske nipples ko zor se pinch kiya, usse cheekhne pe majboor kiya,


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, mere stan!” uski awaaz dard aur maze ka mix, jism jhatka kha gaya, chehra hairani par khushi dikhata hua.Yeh naya tha, rough, pehle dekhe naram chhuan se alag, aur isne mera dil tezi se dhadkaya, mera haath mere lund pe aur tez chala. “Teri chut itni meethi hai, Rekha,” 


Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi, haath ab uske stanon pe gaye jab woh use choda, ab dheere se dabate hue.“Yeh jaise shehad hai, main isse din bhar chaat sakta hoon.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tujhe meri chut itni pasand hai,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz besharam, gaand aur zor se peeche dhakelti hui. 


“Yeh teri hai, hamesha tere liye geeli, jab chahe le le.”Usne uske stan pakde jab woh uski chut choda, haath bhari mounds ko pakadte hue, ungliyaan masalte hue, nipples ko anguthe ke beech ragadta hua, usse aur tez moan karwaya, “aaaahhh uuhhh.”



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Uska chhuan sakht tha, naram khaal ko dabata hua, phir naram, dheere se sehlata hua, uska lund abhi bhi gehra dhakka marta hua, bistar unke rhythm ke saath charkhata hua.


Maa ka Mukesh ke saath aasani se sona dikha raha tha ki usmein Papa ke liye koi izzat nahi bachi, koi pyar nahi, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur gande shabd saboot the ki use sirf Mukesh ki parwah thi.


Maa aur Papa ki shaadi ab kuch nahi thi, bas uski ungli mein ek ring, Papa ka diya mangalsutra jo woh doosre mard ke saath chodte waqt pehenti thi.Uski shaadi ke vachan har raat toot rahe the jab woh Mukesh ke liye moan karti thi, 


uska dil us mard se door jo hamare liye der tak kaam karta tha, uska pyar ek ajnabi ke liye lust se badal gaya. Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hilti thi, khaal jangli tarah se uchalti hui kyunki Mukesh ka lund itna zor se marta tha, uske haath uski kamar pakadte hue, use peeche khinchte hue, uske curves ko laheron ki tarah ripple karte hue.


“Main us gift ka intezaar nahi kar sakta, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, dhakke thodi dheere hue. “Tujhe pata hai main kya chahta hoon, peeche mat hat.” “Mmm uuhhh, Mukesh, main abhi sure nahi hoon,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz chinta se bhari, gaand abhi bhi uske saath hilti hui.


“Yeh badi baat hai, mujhe sochne ka time chahiye, please.” Main soch raha tha yeh gift kya hai, mera dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha, bas curious ki Mukesh ko kya itna excited karta hai, Maa kya dene se darti hai, meri aankhein unpe jami hui, intezaar mein.



“Main tujhe ride karna chahti hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz bold, moans dheeme, “aaaahhh uuhhh, mujhe upar hone de.” Mukesh shock hua, aankhein badi, awaaz hairani se bhari jab usne kaha,“Rekha, tu itni ismein hai, mera lund ride karna chahti hai?” Woh bistar pe peeth ke bal let gaya, uska lund sakht, jab Maa ne use guide kiya, uske haath naram. 



“Seedha let ja, Mukesh, mujhe tujhe lene de,” usne kaha, awaaz confident. “Tu abhi bhi ja rahi hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz shock se bhari, aankhein uski harkat dekhti hui.“Tu itni jangli hai, koi rok nahi sakta.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, main khud ko rok nahi sakti, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, upar chadhti hui, uski taangein uske dono taraf.“Tu mujhe pagal kar deta hai, mujhe tera lund chahiye, mujhe kisi aur cheez ki parwah nahi.” 


“Teri sharam kahan hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz chhedti hui, haath uski kamar pe.“Tu toh randi ki tarah behave kar rahi hai, tujhe bura nahi lagta?” “Mmm uuhhh, koi sharam nahi, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mujhe shock karti hui, aankhein uspe jami hui.“Main teri randi hoon, mujhe achha hone ki parwah nahi, bas tujhe chahti hoon. 


Main toh badal gayi hoon randi banne ke liye, mujhe meri shaadi ki parwah nahi, bas tu aur tera bada lund hi chahiye.”“Tere pati ka kya?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, meri shaadi kuch nahi hai,” Maa ne kaha, uske shabd mujhe gehra chot dete hue, awaaz besharam. “Mera pati kuch nahi, Mukesh, tu mera mard hai, main teri hoon.”


Woh use chhed raha tha, jaanta tha ki woh yeh bolegi, uski muskaan dikha rahi thi ki use uske jawab pasand aaye, use aur bolne ke liye push karta hua, haath usse steady karte hue jab woh position le rahi thi.


Maa upar chadhi, uski badi gaand uske lund ke upar mandrati hui, haath uske lund ko uski chut pe guide karte hue, tip ko uske geele folds pe sarka, phir dheere se neeche baithi, uske “aaaahhh uuhhh” moans tez jab uska lund usse bhara.Inch by inch, uski chut uske chaaron taraf khinchti hui. 


Usne use ride karna shuru kiya, kamar upar neeche, pehle dheere, phir tez, uski badi gaand uchalti hui, stan hilte hue, haath uske seene pe balance ke liye.Uske moans ek baar baar “aaaahhh uuhhh,” bistar uske neeche charkhata hua. “Main khud ko control nahi kar sakti, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz jangli, kamar uspe ghisati hui.




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“Aaahhh uuhhh, tera lund itna achha lagta hai, mujhe ise ride karna hai, tujhe gehra mehsoos karna hai.” “Rekha, tu kitni gandi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz excited, haath uski kamar pe. “Sabse gandi cheez kya karna chahti hai mere saath?”“Mmm uuhhh, main chahti hoon tu mujhe har jagah chode,” 



usne moan kiya, awaaz besharam, kamar tez hilti hui. “Beach pe, pool mein, main chahti hoon sabko pata chale main teri randi hoon.”“Tu phir se uske marne ki baat kar rahi hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz use push karti hui, haath aur kaske pakadte hue. “Bata, kitna chahti hai tera pati mar jaye.”


“Aaahhh uuhhh, main chahti hoon mera pati mar jaye,” Maa ne kaha, uske shabd mujhe shock karte hue, mera dil toot gaya jab maine samjha ki woh buri aurat hai, par woh meri Maa thi, aur main use pyar karta tha bhale hi woh aisi baatein bole.“Main chahti hoon woh chala jaye, Mukesh, taaki main teri ho sakoon, bina chhupaye.” 


“Phir se bol, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi, kamar upar dhakka marta hua usse milne ke liye.“Mujhe naye tareeke se bata, mujhe yakin dilao.” “Mmm uuhhh, main chahti hoon mera pati, jo ek bewakoof hai, mar jaye, Mukesh,” usne moan kiya, awaaz tooti, jism uspe uchalta hua.




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“Mujhe apne pati se itni nafrat hai jabse maine tera lund pyar karna shuru kiya, main chahti hoon woh meri zindagi se chala jaye, tu mera asli mard hai. Main chahti hoon woh aaj hi mar jaye jab tu mujhe chod raha hai abhi.”Mujhe pata tha Maa buri aurat hai, uske shabd saboot the ki woh Papa se pyar nahi karti, par woh meri Maa thi, uski muskaan aur gale lagana abhi bhi mere dil mein, 



bhale hi woh unhe dhokha de rahi thi.Mukesh ne uske stan pakde, haath bhari mounds ko pakadte hue, dheere se masalte hue, ungliyaan naram khaal ko dabati hui, nipples ko ragadta hua, usse aur tez moan karwaya, “aaaahhh uuhhh.”Usne aur zor se masla, phir naram, anguthe uske nipples ke chaaron taraf gol gol, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein gehra,


woh tez ride karti hui, bistar hila.“Tera jism kiska hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz gandi, haath abhi bhi uske stanon pe. “Bata tu kiski hai.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, tu mere jism ka maalik hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz besharam, kamar ghisati hui. “Meri chut, mere stan, meri gaand, sab tera, main teri randi hoon.”


Ab dedh ghanta ho gaya tha, aur main yakeen nahi kar saka ki woh abhi bhi chod rahe the, unke jism paseene se bhare, kamra garam, unke moans aur bistar ki charkhat hawa mein bhari hui.“Mujhe jhadna hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate, ride aur tez. “Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe orgasm chahiye, please.” 


“Chalo ek saath jhadte hain, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz excited, kamar upar dhakka marta hua.“Mujhe tujhe mere lund pe jhadte mehsoos karna hai, chalo karte hain.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, ek saath,” usne moan kiya, awaaz gandi, jism kampata hua.“Meri chut bhar do, mujhe tera cum andar chahiye.” 


“Kya main teri chut mein jhad sakta hoon, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, haath uski kamar pakadte hue.“Main tujhe bharna chahta hoon, randi.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, andar jhad do,” Maa ne kaha, uske shabd mujhe shock karte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadka is soch se ki woh use aisa karne de rahi thi, itna galat, itna bura.


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Woh ek saath hilne lage, unke jism rhythm mein, Maa tez ride karti hui, gaand uchalti hui, stan hilte hue, Mukesh upar dhakka marta hua usse milne ke liye, unka paseena milta hua, bistar aur tez charkhata hua.“Jari rakh, Rekha, tu kitni achhi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, usse encourage karta hua, awaaz karkash. 

“Apni chut ko mere liye jhadne de.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, main koshish kar rahi hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz tooti, kamar aur zor se ghisati hui. “Tu itna achha lagta hai, main bahut paas hoon.”“Taiyaar hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz urgent, dhakke tez. “Chalo ek saath jhadte hain, bata kab.”


“Mmm uuhhh, main taiyaar hoon, Mukesh,” usne moan kiya, jism kampata hua, chehra desperate. “Chalo karte hain, mere saath gin.” “Ek, do, teen!” unhone ek saath kaha, awaazein tez, jism tezi se hilte hue.Maa pehle jhadi, uski “aaaahhh uuhhh” cheekh goonjti hui, uska ras uske groin pe beh raha tha, geela aur chamakta hua, uski chut uske lund ke chaaron taraf kasti hui, jism zor se kampata hua.


Mukesh ne uski chut mein apna doodh chhod diya thodi hi der baad, tez siskari ke saath, uska “Rekha, fuck!” kamra bhar deta hua, uska cum uski chut mein garam aur thick chhoota hua, kamar jhatke kha rahi thi, chehra maze se sakht.Unhone kiss kiya, unke hont ek doosre se takraye, Maa abhi bhi upar, uska jism uske se chipka hua, 


unki jeebhein ulajhti hui, saansein bhari.Maa upar hi rahi, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein, dheere se kiss karti hui, haath uske chehre pe, unke jism kamzor, dono haanfte hue, paseena chadar pe tapakta hua.Maa bistar ke side pe giri, jism dheela, seena oopar neeche, uske “mmm uuhhh” moans ab dheeme, Mukesh uske bagal mein haanfta hua, uska haath uske chaaron taraf.



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Maine zor se masturbate kiya aur maine bhi apna cum apne haath pe chhod diya, maza mujhe zor se laga, mera cum mere haath pe baha, gunaah bhari par feeling itni achhi, mera dil toot gaya jab maine Maa ko dekha, jaan kar ki woh buri aurat hai, jo Papa ko marna chahti thi, par woh meri Maa thi, uska Papa ka dhokha poora ho chuka tha.

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Jab main resort ke kamre ke thoda khule darwaze ke peeche chhupa khada tha, mera jism abhi bhi us tez maze se kamp raha tha jo mujhmein ubal raha tha, mera cum mere haath pe baha, dil mein bhari gunaah ka bojh tha, par yeh ehsaas itna zabardast tha ki meri aankhein Maa aur Mukesh se hat nahi saki, unke paseene se bhare jism bistar pe ek doosre ke bagal mein letay hue, unki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi unke joshile climax ke baad. 

Naram lamp ke chhaye unki chamakti khaal pe gir rahe the, samundar ki dheemi laheron ki awaaz khidki se aati hui, unki bhari saanson ke saath milti hui, hawa unke gande affair ki garmi se bhari thi. 

Mujhe pata tha Maa buri hai, uska Papa ke saath dhokha uske bure shabdon se poora ho gaya jo Papa ke marne ki baat karte the, mujhe ek tez talwaar ki tarah kaat rahe the, phir bhi woh meri Maa thi, jo mujhe raat ko chadar odhaati thi, aur main use pyar karta tha dard ke bawajood, mera dil Papa ke liye wafadaari aur Maa ki Mukesh ke saath khushi ke ajeeb kashish ke beech phata hua tha.

“Yeh doosri baar aaj raat aur bhi behtar thi, Mukesh, tune isse itna achha kiya,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz naram aur taareef se bhari, uska haath uske seene pe dheere se rakha jab woh uski aankhon mein dekhi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo maine kabhi Papa ke saath nahi dekha. 

“Tu mere jism ko zinda kar deta hai, har chhuan, har dhakka, jaise tu jaanta hai mujhe kya chahiye, tu itna mazboot, itna perfect hai, ab main tere bina rehne ki soch nahi sakti.”Mukesh ki gandi muskaan uske chehre pe phail gayi, aankhein santushti se chamakti hui, uska haath uske baalon ko dheere se sehlaata hua jab usne jawab diya, 

“Rekha, tu meri perfect aurat hai, mera lund aise ride karke, ek saath jhadna, jaise humare jism ek doosre ke liye bane hain, aur mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe poori tarah se deti hai.” Woh paas jhuka, uske hont uske maathe ko chhute hue, aur bola, “Tu hi meri soch mein rehti hai, har din, har raat, aur main chahta hoon tu bolti rahe, mujhe bata kitna tu isse pyar karti hai.”

Maa muskurayi, uska jism uske saath dheela pada hua, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe dheere se gol circle banati hui, aur usne kaha, uski awaaz feeling se garam, “Mukesh, tu kitna romantic hai, mujhe aise pakadta hai, jaise main duniya ki akeli aurat hoon, aur humara yeh chhupa hua affair, yeh manaa pyar, itna exciting hai, mera dil har baar tere saath tezi se dhadakta hai.” 

Woh ruki, uski aankhein naram hui, aur poocha, “Kya tu chahta hai mera pati mar jaye, Mukesh? Mujhe bata, tu kya sochta hai, mujhe sab sunna hai, har wajah jo tere paas hai.”Mukesh ki aankhein andhere se bhar gayi, uski muskaan gandi aur thandi ho gayi jab usne jawab diya, awaaz mazboot aur sardi se bhari, 

“Haan, Rekha, main chahta hoon woh mar jaye, main nahi chahta woh tujhe chhuye, tujhe apna kahe, kyunki tu meri hai, aur woh itna kamzor, itna boring hai ki tujh jaisi aurat ko deserve nahi karta, jise ek asli mard chahiye jo tujhe sahi se chode.” Woh paas jhuka, awaaz dheemi par sakht siski mein, “Main chahta hoon woh chala jaye taaki hum khulle mein ek saath ho sakein, aur chhup chhup ke nahi, bas tu aur main, ek doosre ke liye jeete hue, har raat bina darr ke chodte hue.”

Maa hasi, ek halki, bekhauf awaaz jo mujhe shock kar gayi, uski hansi kamre ki khamoshi mein tez lagi jab usne jawab diya, “Oh, Mukesh, tu kitna bura hai, aise bolta hai, uske marne ki baat sirf mere liye, yeh sunna kitna thrilling hai ki tu mujhe poora apna chahta hai.” Uski hansi mere seene mein jali, mera gussa bhadak utha uspe ki woh isse mazak samajh rahi thi, Papa ke marne ki baat, woh mard jo humare liye der tak kaam karta tha, 

jo use chupke se pyar karta tha, aur main wahan khada raha, mera haath cum se chipchipa, dil dhokhe se bhari, uske chamakte chehre se nazar nahi hata saka.“Main chahti hoon mera pati jee na sake, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, ab uski awaaz serious, aankhein uspe jami hui, uske shabd mujhe phir kaat rahe the, uske dhokhe ka dard aur gehra. “Woh tere muqable mein kuch nahi, woh mera dil tezi se nahi dhadkata, 

mere jism ko zinda nahi karta jaise tu karta hai, aur main azaad hona chahti hoon taaki teri ho sakoon, bina gunaah ke, bina chhupaye, bas hum hamesha ke liye.”Mukesh ki muskaan aur badi ho gayi, uska haath uske chehre ko dheere se pakadta hua jab usne kaha, “Rekha, mujhe yeh sunna pasand hai, tu meri aurat hai, aur main tujhe poora apna chahta hoon, koi aur nahi, khaas kar woh nahi.” Usne uske hont dheere se chume, phir poocha, “Kya tu Holi ke us din se mere baare mein soch rahi thi, jab hum colors mein dance kar rahe the, humare haath chhute the? 

Mujhe bata, tere dimag mein kya kya aaya mere baare mein, har chhoti si soch.”Maa ka chehra naram hua, aankhein yaadon se chamakti hui jab usne jawab diya, awaaz feeling se bhari, “Mukesh, main Holi ke baad se tujhe sochne se ruk nahi saki, kaise teri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, tere haath meri kamar ko chhute hue jab hum dance kar rahe the, colors hum par lage hue, aur main teri chhuan ke baare mein sochti rahi, sochti thi kaisa hoga tujhe paas hona, tera jism mere jism ke saath.” Woh ruki, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe kasti hui, aur boli, 

“Mujhe pata tha yeh galat hai, par mera jism tujhe chahta tha, main har raat tere sapne dekhti thi, mera dil tezi se dhadakta, meri khaal gudgudati, tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti thi.”Unke hont ek gehre, dheere kiss mein mile, Maa ke haath uske chehre ko pakde hue, uski jeebh uski jeebh ke saath sarti hui, unke jism ek doosre ke paas, uske stan uske seene ke saath naram, unki saansein garam hawa mein milti hui. 

Kiss aur bhookhi ho gayi, Mukesh ke haath uski peeth pe ghumte hue, use aur kaske kheenchte hue, unke hont josh se ek saath hilte hue, geele aur passionate, lamp unke uljhe jismon ki lambi chhaya daal raha tha, samundar ki naram awaaz unki qareebi ke liye door ka background. Woh itna lamba kiss karte rahe, Maa ke haath uske baalon mein uljhe, unka connection duniya ko band karta hua, ek kacche intimacy ka pal jo mere dil ko uske dhokhe ke bojh se dard deta tha.“Mera gift kya hua, Rekha?” 

Mukesh ne poocha, kiss se peeche hata, uski awaaz utsaah se bhari, aankhein uski aankhon mein tezi se dekhti hui. “Kya tu aaj raat mujhe de rahi hai, meri perfect aurat?”“Aaj raat nahi, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz jhijhak se bhari, uska haath uski baah ko dheere se sehlaata hua. “Yeh yahan karna zyada bada hai, main abhi taiyaar nahi hoon.”

“Kyun nahi, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski kamar ko dabata hua. “Tu mujhe kuch special promise kar rahi thi, main intezaar kar raha hoon, mujhe bata kyun rok rahi hai.”“Yeh badi baat hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz naram par mazboot, aankhein thodi chinta dikhati hui. “Mujhe waqt chahiye ise perfect karne ke liye, aur hum yahan resort mein nahi kar sakte, Raj ke itne paas hote hue risky hai.”

“Chhod na, Rekha, mujhe aur intezaar mat karwa,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski jaangh pe sarka. “Mujhe woh gift chahiye, tujhe pata hai main kitna chahta hoon, mujhe yakeen dila tu degi.”“Main wada karti hoon, Mukesh, jab hum ghar jayenge, main tujhe doongi,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shant karti hui, haath uske seene pe rakha. “Ise waqt lagega, hum turant nahi mil sakte, par main ise special karungi, sirf tere liye, kasam se.”“Tu mujhe zyada der intezaar mat karwana,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi utsaah se bhari, aankhein uspe jami hui. 

“Mujhe jaldi chahiye, Rekha, main tujh par bharosa kar raha hoon.”Mujhe ek mayoosi ki leher mehsoos hui, mera dil doob gaya kyunki mujhe abhi bhi nahi pata tha woh gift kya hai, mera dimag sawalon se bhar gaya ki Maa kya plan kar rahi thi, kya cheez use itna nervous kar rahi thi, Mukesh kya itna bura chahta tha ki woh baar baar pooch raha tha. 

Mujhe pata tha woh use ghar pe degi, kyunki hum agle hafte Papa ke wapas aane ke baad ghar ja rahe the, aur main tab pata kar lunga, meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mujhe alert rakhti thi bhale hi unke gande kaam dekhne ka gunaah mere seene pe aur bhari ho raha tha.“Main nahi chahta tera pati tujhe chhuye jab woh wapas aaye, Rekha,” 

Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz mazboot, uska haath use paas kheenchta hua, aankhein teevra. “Woh tere jism ko deserve nahi karta, na is tarah ke baad jab maine tujhe aise liya hai.”Maa hasi, uski hansi halki aur playful, haath uski baah ko chhoota hua jab usne poocha, “Oh, Mukesh, tu usse itna jealous kyun hai? Bata, kyun woh mujhe nahi chhuye?”“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz serious, pakad kasti hui. 

“Tera jism, tera dil, sab mera hai, aur main nahi chahta woh tere paas aaye, pretend kare ki woh tera mard hai jab main hoon jo tujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai.”“Chinta mat kar, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz confident, muskaan badi. “Main use sex nahi karne doongi, main use door rakhoongi, mera jism ab sirf tera hai, tu hi akela hai jo mujhe samajhta hai.”“Hum kaise chudenge jab woh ghar pe hoga, Rekha?” 

Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz curious, haath uski peeth pe sarka. “Woh ghar mein hoga, hum yahan ki tarah chhup ke nahi kar sakte.”“Humein careful rehna hoga, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz sambhali hui, aankhein thodi si chhoti. “Hum thodi der tak nahi mil sakte, uske ghar mein hote hue, yeh risky hai, Raj kuch dekh sakta hai, aur main apne family ko khona nahi chahti.”

“Par mujhe teri zaroorat hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz minnat se bhari, haath uspe kasta hua. “Hum koi rasta nikal sakte hain, raat ko chhup ke milna, kahin shant jagah pe, main tujhe chod bina nahi reh sakta.”“Yeh mushkil hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz chinta se bhari, ungliyaan uske seene pe trace karti hui. “Main tujhe bahut chahti hoon, par jab woh ghar pe hai, hum risk nahi le sakte, humein intezaar karna hoga jab tak woh dobara kaam pe nahi jata.”

“Yeh bahut lamba hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz frustrated, aankhein uski aankhon mein talaash karti hui. “Mujhe tera jism chahiye, teri cheekhein, hum koi rasta nikal lenge, shayad jab woh so raha hoga, main tere paas aaunga.”“Dekhenge, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz naram, haath uski baah pe rakha. “Main koi rasta nikalungi, par humein bahut careful rehna hoga, main sab kuch nahi khona chahti, bhale hi main tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti hoon.”

“Ek aur baar chudai karte hain, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, use apne upar kheenchta hua, haath uski kamar ko guide karte hue. “Abhi, ek aur round, mujhe teri zaroorat hai.”“Haan, Mukesh, chalo karte hain,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz excited, jism uske upar chadhne ke liye hilta hua, aankhein chahat se chamakti hui.Jab Mukesh ka lund uski chut mein sarka, Maa ke moans wapas aaye, tez aur desperate, 

“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, kitna achha hai!” uska jism uske upar hilta hua, bistar unke rhythm ke saath charkhata hua, uski badi gaand uchalti hui, stan hilte hue, kamra unki garmi se bhar gaya. Main aur nahi dekhna chahta tha, mera jism do baar jhadne se thaka hua, dil Maa pe gusse se bhari kyunki usne apni shaadi ko tootne diya, uski hansi Papa ke marne ke baare mein mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, mujhe beemaar aur dhokha diya hua mehsoos karati thi. Main darwaze se door hata, unke 

“aaaahhh uuhhh” moans dheeme hote gaye jab main apne kamre ki taraf chala, meri taangein bhari, dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha ki Maa Papa ko kyun marna chahti thi, kyun woh us mard ke baare mein itni buri baatein bol sakti thi jo hum dono se pyar karta tha. Bistar pe let kar, maine takiya apne sir pe kheench liya, sochta hua ki woh itni beraham kaise ho sakti hai,

 uska Mukesh ke saath khushnuma chehra mere dimag mein chamakta hua, uska dhokha itna saaf, par main itna thaka hua tha ki aur soch nahi saka, aur neend mujhe le gayi, samundar ki naram awaaz aakhri cheez jo maine suni.Agli subah, resort ki khidkiyon se suraj ki roshni aayi, hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo, aur Maa, Mukesh, aur main apne bags pack kar rahe the ghar wapas jaane ke liye, suitcases darwaze ke paas line mein, samundar ki awaaz din ki roshni mein dheemi. 

Aaj, Maa aur main Papa se milne ki taiyaari kar rahe the, jo agle hafte wapas aa rahe the, par Maa pehle hi shahar wapas jaane ka plan kar rahi thi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo mujhe pata tha Mukesh ke saath sex se aayi thi, Papa se milne se nahi. Usne ek bright red saree pehni thi, 

Mukesh ne khareedi thi, kapda uske curves ko kaske pakadta hua, uske stan low-cut blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, uski badi gaand har kadam ke saath hilti hui, uski choodiyaan har harkat ke saath khanakti hui, uski perfume hawa mein tez thi.gizz 1“Raj, mera pyara beta, hum jaldi Papa se milne ja rahe hain, kya tu excited nahi hai?” 

Maa ne kaha, mujh par koodti hui ek badi muskaan ke saath, uski baahen mujhe gale lagati hui, uski saree thodi si sarkati hui uski cleavage dikhati hui.“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz flat, mushkil se react karta hua kyunki mujhe pata tha ab woh kaisi aurat thi, ek randi jo Papa ke marne ki baat karti thi, uski khushi meri aankhon mein jhoothi thi.

“Kya hua, Raj?” usne poocha, uski muskaan dheemi hoti hui, aankhein chhoti hokar mere chehre ko dekhti hui. “Tu itna chup hai, beta, kuch pareshan kar raha hai? Bata mujhe, please.”“Kuch nahi, Maa, bas neend aa rahi hai,” maine kaha, ek chhoti si muskaan zabardasti banate hue, dil gusse se bhari, use nahi batana chahta tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke baare mein beraham shabd sune.

“Thik hai, beta, jaa Mukesh ko hello bol, woh breakfast kha raha hai,” usne kaha, table ki taraf ishara karta hua jahan Mukesh baitha tha, pizza kha raha tha jo humne order kiya tha, uski muskaan badi jab usne mujhe haath hilaya.“Hey, Raj, mera achha Jedi!” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz khushnuma, humare Star Wars games ka zikr karta hua, uska haath pizza slice pakde hue, sauce uski ungliyon pe. 

“Aa baith, mujhe apne lightsaber moves ke baare mein bata!” “Hey, Mukesh,” maine kaha, khush hone ka natak karta hua, awaaz mein tanav, dono ke liye andar ka gussa jal raha tha, unke Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, mera seena kasta hua.Main Maa ko waisi Maa ke roop mein nahi dekh raha tha, woh jo mujhe kahaniyan padhti thi ya ghar ke mandir mein puja karti thi, balki ek randi ke roop mein, uski red saree, Mukesh ka tohfa, uske stan aur badi gaand se chipki hui, uske curves ko aise dikhati hui jo galat, napak, gunaahgar laga. 

Main yakeen nahi kar saka yeh wahi Maa thi jiske saath main chalta tha, uski hansi aur chamak us aurat se itni alag jo main jaanta tha, aur maine faisla kiya ki woh ek randi hai, chahe woh mujh pe gussa kare, mera dil ek din use batane pe set tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke dhokhe ke shabd sune.Hum us shaam ghar pahunch gaye, 

Nani ke ghar nahi ruke kyunki unhe pata tha hum wapas ja rahe the, aur Mukesh apne ghar ruk gaya taaki shak na ho, Maa aur mujhe flat mein akela chhod diya. Us raat, Maa Mukesh se phone pe baat kar rahi thi, awaaz dheemi, uska haath uski nightgown ke neeche hilta hua jab woh masturbate kar rahi thi, usse gandi baatein karti hui, “Mmm uuhhh, Mukesh, kaash tu yahan hota,” 

Papa ko check karne ke liye ek call bhi nahi kiya. Main gusse mein tha, mera dil jal raha tha ki woh Papa ko ignore kar rahi thi, Mukesh ke liye uska pyar itna saaf, uska dhokha har pal aur bura hota ja raha tha.Agla hafta, hum Papa se bus stop pe mile, unka chehra peela aur beemaar, aankhein thaki hui, kandhe jhuke hue jab woh apna bhari bag uthaye hue, thake hue aur budhe lag rahe the jitna maine yaad kiya tha.

 “Papa!” maine kaha, unhe gale lagane ke liye daudta hua, mera dil unke liye dard se bhara, jaanta hua Maa ka dhokha unke peeche.“Rekha, Raj, mera parivaar!” Papa ne kaha, awaaz kamzor par garam, unki baahen humein gale lagati hui, unka bag zameen pe thap se gira. “Maine tum dono ko bahut miss kiya, ghar aana achha hai.”“Oh, Arun, humne bhi tujhe miss kiya,” 

Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mujhe jhoothi lagi, muskaan zyada chamakti hui jab usne unhe gale lagaya, uski red saree suraj ki roshni mein chamakti hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui.“Yeh lamba trip tha, Papa,” maine kaha, awaaz dheemi, dil bhari jab maine unka thaka hua chehra dekha, jaanta hua Maa ab unse pyar nahi karti.“Main thik hoon, Raj, bas thodi aaram ki zaroorat hai,” 

Papa ne kaha, mere baal bikherta hua, muskaan halki par pyari. “Rekha, tu badli hui lagti hai, itni sundar, jaise chamak rahi ho, kuch alag hai.”“Badli hui, Arun?” Maa ne poocha, halke se hasti hui, awaaz playful, aankhein unki aankhon se bachti hui. “Kya matlab? Main wahi aurat hoon, shayad yeh nayi saree hai.”“Tu zyada khush lagti hai, Rekha, chamakti hui,” 

Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui. “Tujhe aise dekhna achha hai, itne time baad.”“Oh, Arun, main wahi hoon,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, par mujhe pata tha woh jhooth bol rahi thi, uski chamak Mukesh ke chhuan se thi, Papa ke pyar se nahi, uska dhokha uski jhoothi muskaan ke peeche chhupa hua.

Mujhe pata tha Maa jhooth bol rahi thi, uski khushnuma awaaz aur chamakti muskaan ek mask thi, uska dil Mukesh ke saath, uska jism usko diya hua, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd saboot the ki woh ab woh aurat nahi thi jisse Papa ne shaadi ki thi. Agle kuch hafton mein, Maa Mukesh se chhup ke baat karti rahi, Papa ke ghar mein hone ke bawajood, uska phone hamesha haath mein, raat ke dheere dheere siskiyaan, uske 

“mmm uuhhh” moans dheeme jab woh sochti thi main so raha hoon, khud ko chhuti hui jab woh usse baat karti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ne notice kiya, sofa pe baitha hua, awaaz curious jab usne uske tez tez type karte hue dekha.“Rekha, tu aaj kal hamesha is phone pe lagi rehti hai,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram par confused, aankhein uspe jab woh tezi se type kar rahi thi. “Kaun tujhe itna busy rakhta hai har waqt?”

Maa jami hui, aankhein badi, haath text ke beech mein ruk gaya, chehre pe ek jhalak darr ke baad usne zabardasti muskaan banayi, awaaz zyada khushnuma, “Oh, Arun, bas kuch dost hain, tu jaanta hai, catch up kar rahi hoon, kuch khaas nahi.”“Dost, huh?” Papa ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi naram, bhaun thodi si chadhati hui. “Tu is phone se chipki rehti hai, Rekha, maine pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha.”

“Chinta mat kar, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, halke se hasti hui, haath hawa mein hilata hua, aankhein uski aankhon se bachti hui. “Bas chatting, doston se baat, tu jaanta hai kaise hota hai.”Maine Maa ko Mukesh se baat karte suna baad mein, uski awaaz shock se bhari jab use pata chala ki woh paas mein shift ho gaya tha, apna purana ghar chhod kar sirf uske paas hone ke liye, uska plan phir se milne ka saaf uski siskiyon mein, 

“Mukesh, tu yahan shift ho gaya? Itna paas!” Mujhe pata tha Mukesh mera parivaar todna chahta tha, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, uski Maa ko poora apna banane ki chahat use itna paas le aayi, uska ganda plan humein barbaad karne ka aur mazboot ho raha tha. Maa shock mein thi, uski awaaz kamp rahi thi jab woh usse baat karti thi, 

“Mukesh, yeh risky hai, kya agar kisi ne tujhe dekh liya?” uski chinta saaf thi bhale hi uske phone sex ke dheeme moans mein.Maa ummeed karti rahi ki Papa dobara kaam pe jaye, uske sawal uske liye baar baar aate, pehle dheeme, phir direct, uska bechaini saaf dikhti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ke ghar aane ke chaar din baad, woh unke saath living room mein baithi, uski red saree chamakti hui, phone cushion ke neeche chhupa, ungliyaan nervous hokar hilti hui.

“Arun, kaam kaisa chal raha hai aaj kal?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz casual, aankhein apni ungliyon pe, uski nazar se bachti hui. “Koi trips jaldi aa rahe hain, ya tu thodi der ghar pe hai?”“Kaam thik hai, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz thaki hui, aankhein TV pe, haath lap pe rakhe hue. “Tu kyun pooch rahi hai? Main abhi wapas aaya hoon, abhi yahin hoon.”

“Oh, bas aise hi soch rahi thi,” usne kaha, muskaan zabardasti, awaaz zyada halki. “Tu hamesha itna busy rehta hai, maine socha shayad tu phir travel karega.”“Rekha, tune yeh chaar din mein chaar baar poocha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused, aankhein uski taraf mudi, thodi chhoti hui. “Kya chal raha hai? Tu baar baar kyun pooch rahi hai main kab jaunga?”

“Main bas pooch rahi hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, hasti hui, awaaz tez aur nervous, haath aur zyada hilte hue. “Koi wajah nahi, bas schedule ke baare mein curious thi, bas.”“Kya tu mujhe yahan nahi chahti, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz naram par dard se bhari, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui, haath sofa pe kaste hue. “Tu pehle mujhe ghar rehne ko kehti thi, ab pooch rahi hai kab jaunga, kya badal gaya?”

“Oh, Arun, aisi baat nahi,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, aankhein abhi bhi uski nazar se bachti hui. Woh jhuki, usne achanak use kiss kiya, hont uske honton pe dabaye, haath uske chehre pe, uski red saree sarkati hui cleavage dikhati hui, uska kiss saaf tha ki woh topic badalna chahti thi, apni asli feelings chhupane ke liye. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh saboot tha ki woh Papa ko ab nahi chahti, uska kiss ek jhooth tha Mukesh ke liye apni chahat chhupane ke liye, uska dil us mard se door jo usne shaadi kiya, uske kaam dikhate hue ki woh ek randi thi jo uske marne ki baat karti thi.

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"Dhanyavaad dostoon, aap logon ka kahaani ko pasand karna mujhe aur bhi kaamuk vaastavikta ke pal meri maa ke baare mein likhne ke liye prerit karta hai. Agla update aaj aa raha hai, sunishchit karein ki aap har ek shabd ko padhein taaki aap kahaani ka aanand le sakein aur paatron ko achhi tarah samajh sakein."

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Jab din guzarte gaye humare chup ghar mein, main khud se poochta raha ki Maa ne Papa ko kyun dhokha diya, yeh sawal mujhe satata tha jab main usse apne phone pe muskurate dekhta, uska dil saaf taur par kahin aur tha, bhale hi Papa ne use sab kuch diya, apna pyar, khayal, 

ek ghar jo garmahat se bhara tha, lambi ghanton tak kaam karke uske liye sarees khareedi, aur chupke se uska haath pakadte, aankhein pyar se naram.Papa use chhote chhote tohfe se hairan karte, jaise pichhle saal Diwali pe woh chandi ki choodiyaan, aur hamesha uske din ke baare mein poochte, sabr se sunte, bhale hi woh mushkil se jawab deti.

Par Papa ke is pyar ke bawajood, woh Mukesh ki taraf mudi, uski Mukesh ke saath hansi zyada tez, aankhein zyada chamakti, uska jism usse aise diya gaya jo Papa ke bharose ko tode. 

Mujhe laga Maa buri insaan hai, uska dil Papa ke marne ki baat karne se thanda, uske Mukesh ke saath raaton ke shabd saboot the ki use sirf apna maza chahiye, us mard ke liye nahi jo humare liye zindagi banaya, na hi mere liye, uska beta, jo uska asli roop dekh chuka tha.

Usne hamesha wada kiya tha ki woh Papa se hamesha pyar karegi, par sab jhooth tha, ek bahut achha jhooth. Uska dhokha sirf uske jism mein nahi, balki uski rooh mein tha, ek ajnabi ko parivaar ke upar chunna, uski muskaan jhoothi jab woh Papa ko gale lagati, ghar ke mandir mein uski prarthna ab khali, 

uski napaki har us cheez ko daagdaar karti jo main kabhi uske baare mein pyar karta tha.Ek dopahar, Maa ke us shock wale siski ke chaar din baad jab maine suna ki Mukesh paas mein shift ho gaya, maine faisla kiya ki uske phone mein chhup ke dekhoonga, meri curiosity jal rahi thi unke plans aur us mysterious gift ke baare mein jo Mukesh baar baar maang raha tha, 

mera dil darr aur jaanne ki zaroorat ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha.Maa hamesha apna phone Papa aur mujhse chhupati, use cushion ke neeche rakhti ya saree mein sarka deti jab hum kamre mein aate, ungliyaan tezi se screen lock karti, aankhein nervous hokar idhar udhar dekhti. 

Usne haal hi mein phone ko password lock kiya tha, jo Papa ko hairan kiya, par unhone kuch shak nahi kiya, unka bharosa wala nature unhe muskurane aur kehne pe majboor karta, “Rekha, tu ab modern ho rahi hai!”Par mujhe pata tha yeh apne raaz chhupane ke liye tha, 

Mukesh ke saath gandi baatein, uski gunaahgar zindagi jo woh humse chhupati thi. “Maa, kya main tera phone use kar sakta hoon?” maine us din poocha taaki mujhe jawab mile, awaaz casual jab main kitchen table pe baitha, natak karta hua ki homework kar raha hoon, aankhein uspe jab woh sabziyaan kaat rahi thi.

“Math ke liye calculator chahiye, mera kaam nahi kar raha.” “Raj, tujhe mera phone chahiye?” Maa ne kaha, awaaz tez, haath ruk gaye, aankhein thodi chhoti hokar mujhe dekhti hui. “Thik hai, par messages ya photos mein mat jaana, samjha? Sirf calculator use karna, kuch aur nahi.”

“Main nahi jaoonga, Maa,” maine kaha, jaldi se haan mein sir hilata hua, dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab maine use ek message type karte dekha, hont thodi si muskaan ke saath, ungliyaan screen pe tezi se chali jab usne mujhe phone diya, uski saree sarsarati hui jab woh garden ki taraf chali gayi, mujhe akela chhod ke.

Main jaldi se apne kamre mein gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya, meri ungliyaan kaamp rahi thi jab maine WhatsApp khola, Mukesh ke saath uski chats tak scroll kiya, meri aankhein screen pe tezi se chali, saans ruk gayi jab romantic aur gandi messages ka sailaab aaya jo unki chhupi hui duniya dikhata tha.

Pehle kuch messages Mukesh ke the jo uske nange photos maang rahe the, WhatsApp mein bold shabd, “Rekha, woh sexy pics bhej, mujhe tere stan, teri chut chahiye, sab kuch dikha, meri randi.” Maa ne photos ke saath jawab diya, selfies jo ghar ke andar li gayi, shayad raat ko jab Papa so rahe the.

Uska jism aise dikhaya gaya jo mujhe shock kar gaya—uske bade stan nange, nipples sakht, ek photo mein taangein faili hui, chut geeli aur khuli, ek aur mein khadi hui ek taang uthaye hue.

   




Uski moti chut frame bhar rahi thi, uske poses besharam, ek haath uske stan ko dabata hua, doosra ungliyon se chut ko chhedta hua, chehra naughty muskaan se chamakta hua, bathroom ki tiles ya humare bedroom ka mirror background mein. 

Mera lund sakht ho gaya, ek garam josh mujhmein failta hua jab maine uska jism dekha, images mere dimag mein jal gaye, gunaah ka ehsaas badhta hua us maze ke saath jo mujhe mila, khud ko kosna ki main dekh raha hoon, 

Papa ko aur dhokha de raha hoon uske gunaah pe react karke.







Ek message mein Mukesh ne likha, “Rekha, tu mere gift ke pics bhool gayi, woh sexy gaand ke photos bhej, mujhe abhi chahiye.” Maa ne jawab diya, “Oh, Mukesh, tera matlab meri badi gaand? 

Yeh lo, maine yeh sirf tere liye liye, inhe secret rakho” aur photos attach kiye uski gaand ke, ek tight nightgown mein jhuki hui, kapda uske cheeks pe kasa hua, doosra panties neeche kheenche hue, gaand faili hui, curves poore aur chamakte hue. Mukesh ne jawab diya, “Rekha, main aaj raat us gift ka intezaar nahi kar sakta, yeh gaand meri hai,” aur Maa hasi, “Mukesh, main ise saaf karungi, perfect karungi,” jiske jawab mein usne kaha, 

“Mujhe ganda hi chahiye, randi, abhi chahiye,” aur Maa ne ek hansi wala emoji bheja, kehti hui, “Tu kitna bura hai, Mukesh, mujhe pasand hai.”




   

Mera erection dhadakta raha, images zyada thi, sharam badhti hui jab maine khud ko kosa ki Maa ke nange jism ko dekh raha hoon, jaanta hua ki woh sach mein randi hai, uske photos aur shabd saboot the ki woh Mukesh ki chahat ke liye jeeti thi, 

uska dil Papa ke pyar ke liye khali, uski napaki har pose mein saaf.“Mujhe tera lund bhej, Mukesh,” Maa ne ek aur message mein likha, shabd besharam, 

“Mujhe dekhna hai, mujhe geela kar.” Mukesh ne ek photo bheja uske sakht lund ka, mota aur nasdaar, aur Maa ne wapas likha,





Oh, Mukesh, yeh lund kitna perfect hai, itna bada, mujhe abhi isse meri chut mein chahiye oohhh, tu mujhe pagal karta hai.” Mujhe pata tha woh sach mein randi thi, uske shabd aur kaam dikhate the ki Papa ke liye koi izzat nahi, 

uski shaadi ek jhooth, uska jism Mukesh ko chhup ke diya gaya, uska pyar uske liye sab kuch Papa ke matlab ko badal deta tha, uska gunaah humare ghar ko daagdaar karta tha.

Main recent messages pe gaya, dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab maine Mukesh ko minnat karte padha, “Rekha, aaj raat mere ghar aa, mujhe teri zaroorat hai, main intezaar nahi kar sakta.” 

Maa ne jawab diya, “Mukesh, main nahi aa sakti, mera pati Arun mujhe bahar le jana chahta hai, mujhe uske saath jana hai.” Mukesh gussa hua, “Usse jaan de, Rekha, usse chhod, tu meri hai, mere paas aa,” par Maa ne disagree kiya,

“Main nahi kar sakti, Mukesh, use shak ho jayega, mujhe use khush rakhna hai.” Mukesh ne zor diya, “Rekha, tu meri hai, uski nahi, aaj raat aa, mujhe teri chut chahiye,” aur thodi aage peeche baat ke baad, Maa maan gayi, 

“Thik hai, Mukesh, main aaungi, par humein careful rehna hoga.” Usne add kiya,“Apne bete Raj ko bhi la, main use wahan chahta hoon, main use apna beta manta hoon,” aur Maa ne shikayat ki, “Nahi, Mukesh, use kuch galat pata chal sakta hai,” par Mukesh ne jawab diya, 

“Raj achha bacha hai, use shak nahi hoga, main chahta hoon woh family jaisa mehsoos kare.” Main khush tha ki Mukesh mujhe wahan chahta tha, meri curiosity jal rahi thi uska ghar dekhne ke liye, yeh jaanne ke liye ki Maa se woh gift kya chahta hai, mera dil unke plans ka pata lagane ke liye bechain, bhale hi iska matlab Papa ko aur dhokha dena tha.

Us shaam, Papa ghar aaye, chehra thaka hua par muskurata, humein dinner ke liye bahar le jane ka plan, awaaz garmahat aur excitement se bhari, par Maa pehle hi Mukesh ko chun rahi thi, uska faisla mujhe gussa dilata, Papa ke ehsaason ke liye uski lapaarwahi uski distracted aankhon mein saaf.

“Rekha, chalo aaj raat bahar chalte hain, hum teeno,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz ummeed se bhari, haath sofa ke armrest pe. “Bahut din ho gaye, ek achha restaurant, kya kehti ho?” “Oh, Arun, main aaj raat nahi ja sakti,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz jhoothi, muskaan zyada chamakti hui jab usne apni saree adjust ki.

“Meri dost Sangeeta ke ghar party hai, sirf auraton ki, maine usse wada kiya tha main jaungi.”“Party?” Papa ne kaha, awaaz shock se bhari, aankhein chhoti hui. “Rekha, tune pehle iska zikr nahi kiya, maine socha hum ek saath waqt bitayenge.” “Last minute ka plan bana, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, hansi zabardasti, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua. 

“Main kal tujhe make up karungi, wada hai, kal bahar jayenge, thik hai?” Papa ne aah bhari, chehra udaas, awaaz naram,“Thik hai, Rekha, ja maza kar, par zyada der mat karna.” Maa ne use chuma, hont tezi se uske honton pe, 

“Tu sabse best hai, Arun, main jaldi wapas aaungi,” par mujhe pata tha woh dard mein tha, uske kandhe jhuk gaye jab woh bedroom ki taraf chali gayi, uske kaam use udaas karne ke liye banaye gaye, uska dil Mukesh ke saath.Maa us shaam randi ki tarah taiyaar hui, bedroom mein jab Papa living room mein baitha tha, 

uski harkatein tezi aur jaan bujhkar, ek tight black blouse mein nikli jo uske bade stanon ko kaske pakadta tha, unhe bada dikhata tha, kapda kasa hua, unka shape saaf dikhata hua, uski blue aur light yellow saree neeche lapeti hui, kamar dikhati hui,kabhi kabhi kapda uski moti gaand ke cheeks ke beech chala jata, 

uske curves ko aur ubharta hua jab woh chalti thi, gaand har kadam ke saath hilti hui, saree uske jism se chipki hui, uski figure ko ek rani ki tarah outline karti hui, par Mukesh ke liye rani, Papa ke liye nahi, uski sundarta gunaahgar, uska irada apne lover ko khush karne ka saaf.





Papa ne use dekha, aankhein badi, awaaz hairani se bhari, “Rekha, tu aise kyun taiyaar hui? Tune kabhi itne tight kapde nahi pehne, yeh toh bahut revealing hai.” “Yeh bas ladkiyon ke liye hai, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, halke se hasti hui, haath hawa mein hilata hua. “Yeh ek fun party hai, main achhi dikhna chahti hoon, bas.” '
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“Par tu shaadi shuda hai, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram, aankhein uski aankhon ko talaash karti hui. “Tune pehle kabhi aise kapde nahi pehne, yeh dost ki party ke liye zyada hai.” 

“Oh, Arun, itna old-fashioned mat ban,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, aankhein uski nazar se bachti hui. “Bas female dost hain, sab aise hi kapde pehente hain, main thik hoon.” Papa ne haan mein sir hilaya, chehra dikhata hua ki woh uspar bharosa karta hai, par mujhe uske liye dukh hua, jaanta hua Maa ne jhooth bola, 

uske randi wale kapde Mukesh ke liye, uska hypocrisy saaf jab woh us mard se door hui jisse woh pehle pyar karti thi, uska dil thanda aur dhokhe se bhara.Mujhe dukh hua, dil bhari jab maine Maa ko hypocrisy wali, buri insaan bante dekha, jo Papa se jhooth bolti thi, woh mard jisse woh kabhi pyar karti thi, uski jhoothi muskaan aur chumban uske dhokhe ko chhupate hue, Mukesh ke liye uska pyar humare parivaar ki garmahat ko barbaad karta hua. 

Jab hum bus mein gaye, Maa apne phone pe dekhti rahi, Mukesh ke messages pe muskurati hui, phone mein siskiyaan beraham, “Mukesh, maine Arun ko bewakoof banaya, woh sochta hai main Sangeeta ke ghar hoon, kitna bewakoof hai,” uske Papa ke bharose ke baare mein shabd mujhe gehra kaat rahe the, 

saboot dete hue ki woh use manipulate kar rahi thi. Uski moti gaand bus mein dikkat paida karti thi, mard dekhte jab woh chalti, saree uske cheeks ke beech sarki, uske curves dhyaan kheenchte, log siskiyaan lete, uski maujoodgi bold aur besharam, Mukesh pe uska focus use paida kiye chaos se andha karta tha.

Bees minute baad, hum utre, aur Maa ne smoothly apni kahani badli, awaaz naram jab woh mujhe taraf mudi, “Raj, beta, hum Sangeeta ke ghar nahi ja rahe, hum Mukesh se milne ja rahe hain, woh humare liye kitna achha raha hai.”Mujhe pehle hi uske bure plans ka pata tha, dil bhari uske jhooth se, par maine haan mein sir hilaya,

 Mukesh ka ghar dekhna chahta tha, gift ke baare mein jaanna. “Kyun Mukesh, Maa?” maine poocha, awaaz curious, aankhein uspe jab woh apni saree adjust karti thi. “Maine socha yeh ladkiyon ki party hai.”“Bas ek jaldi ka visit hai, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, aankhein chhoti hui. 

“Mukesh achha dost hai, aur tujhe Papa ko nahi batana chahiye, thik hai? Yeh humara raaz hai.”“Mujhe Papa ko kyun nahi batana chahiye?” maine poocha, awaaz oonchi, gussa ubalta hua. “Kya chal raha hai, Maa?” “Tujhe himmat nahi karni chahiye usse batane ki, Raj!” Maa ne kaha, awaaz gusse se bhari, aankhein chamakti hui. “Mukesh khaas hai, woh mujhe khush karta hai, aur Papa ko jaanne ki zaroorat nahi, samjha?”

“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz dheemi, dil doobta hua, jaanta hua ki main abhi uska raaz rakhoonga, gift ke baare mein curiosity mere gusse se zyada thi. Hum Mukesh ke rented ghar pahunch gaye, ek chhota flat dim lights aur cozy sitting room ke saath, hawa mein masala aur paint ki khushboo.

Mukesh ne darwaza khola, muskaan badi, “Rekha, Raj, mere pasandida log! Andar aao, mere naye ghar mein swagat hai!” Usne Maa ko gale lagaya, uske hont tezi se chuma, sochta hua main nahi dekhunga, yeh maanta hua ki main bas ek bacha hoon, uska haath uski kamar pe.“Hey, Mukesh!” 

Maa ne kaha, awaaz khushnuma, haath uski baah pe. “Yeh jagah achhi hai, tu settle ho gaya?” “Haan, achha Jedi Raj!” Mukesh ne kaha, mere baal bikherta hua, awaaz garam. “Apna lightsaber taiyaar kiya? Baad mein Sith se ladenge!” “Haan, Mukesh,” maine kaha, muskaan zabardasti banata hua, 

dil unke chumban aur Papa ke dhokhe se gusse mein, andar jal raha tha.Jab hum sitting room mein baithe, Maa ne achanak pad diya, ek tez, jaan bujhkar awaaz, jaise PPPPPRRRRRR!!!, ek tez pad, jaise trumpet ka dhamaka, chup kamre mein goonjta hua, uska chehra naughty muskaan dikhata hua.

Mukesh hasa, awaaz gandi, “Rekha, tera gift mujhse baat kar raha hai, keh raha hai woh aaj raat ke liye taiyaar hai!” Main bhaun chadhaya, confused, aur poocha, “Mukesh, yeh gift kya hai?” Usne hansa, awaaz dheemi, “Oh, Raj, yeh bas hum bado ke beech ek khaas cheez hai, tu ek din samjhega.”

Mujhe pata tha woh chhupa raha tha, nahi chahta tha main jaanoo, aur Maa ka pad uske liye ahem laga, unke raaz wale, intimate connection ka ishara, meri curiosity aur badha.Jab Maa Mukesh ke kitchen mein biryani ke liye masale milati thi, uski saree sarkati hui uske curves dikhati, 

Mukesh aur maine Star Wars khela, imaginary lightsabers hilate hue, uska “Achha Jedi, Raj!” mujhe muskurane pe majboor karta bhale hi mera gussa tha. Maa ne tight red full saree pehni thi jo uske jism pe itni kasi hui thi.

Mujhe pata tha usne yeh dress Mukesh ko aur attract karne ke liye badli, maine dekha uski badi gaand har baar Mukesh ko chhed rahi thi.





Par maine gandi cheezein notice ki—uska haath Maa ki gaand ko chhuta jab woh paas se guzra, aankhein uske stanon pe rukti hui, uski siskiyaan use hansati hui, unke chhup ke chhune wale ishare saboot the ki unka affair yahan bhi zinda tha.Khana banane ke baad, 

Maa ne ek red dress pehni, tight aur seductive, kapda uske bade stanon ko kaske pakadta hua, unhe oopar uthata hua, uski moti gaand perfectly outlined, chalte waqt hilti hui, uska look bold aur gunaahgar, 

Mukesh ke liye banaya gaya.Khane ke baad, usne mujhe kaha, “Raj, guest room mein raho, humein disturb mat karna, thik hai?” awaaz mazboot, aankhein Mukesh pe. Maine haan mein sir hilaya, dil bhari, aur kamre mein chala gaya, neend mein doob gaya jab tak main raat ko nahi utha, ghar chup, meri curiosity jal rahi thi

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Mera dil seene mein zor se dhadak raha tha, Maa aur Mukesh ke kaam ke baare mein meri curiosity aag ki tarah jal rahi thi, mera dimag us mysterious “gift” ke baare mein sawalon se bhar gaya jo Mukesh baar baar zikr karta tha, ek puzzle jo main desperately solve karna chahta tha.


Main bistar se sarka, mere nange pair thande, ghatiya lakdi ke farsh ko chhute hue, har kadam ke neeche ki charkhahat meri nervousness ko aur badha rahi thi, paas ke padosi ke radio ki dheemi awaaz aur bahar jhinguron ki naram chirchirahat mere tez dhadkan ke saath mil rahi thi.


Maine guest room mein apni pant pehle hi utaar di thi, mera lund uski yaad se sakht ho gaya tha jo maine Maa ke phone pe dekha tha—uske bade stan, uski faili chut, uski moti gaand besharam poses mein—mera jism masturbate karne ko taiyaar, yeh kaam ab lagbhag natural lagta tha, jaise main is maze ke rush ka aadi ho gaya hoon jo unhe dekhne se milta tha.


Main jo kar raha tha usse sehmat tha, khud ko yakeen dilata hua ki dekhna thik hai, us garmahat ko jism mein mehsoos karna thik hai, bhale hi yeh Papa ko dhokha deta tha, mera gunaah ek twisted thrill mein badal gaya, mera haath rub karne ko taiyaar, aankhein raat ki khamoshi mein Maa aur Mukesh kya kar rahe hain dekhne ko bechain, flat ka dim hallway mujhe ek naram roshni ki taraf le gaya jo bedroom se nikal rahi thi, darwaza thoda khula, dheemi awaazein mujhe kheench rahi thi jaise parwana aag ki taraf.

Darwaze ke chhote se darar se jhankte hue, maine Maa aur Mukesh ko bedroom mein dekha, unke jism nange siwaye Maa ke black bra aur panties ke, bedside table pe ek peetal ka lamp ki naram roshni uske curves pe pad rahi thi, uske bade stan tight bra ke khilaaf dab rahe the, kapda mushkil se unhe samete hue, uski moti gaand chhoti panties se bahar nikal rahi thi, yeh nazara mere lund ko aur sakht karta hua, meri saans gale mein ruk gayi.


Maa bistar pe Mukesh ke saamne thi, jo bistar pe tha, woh khushi se uska lund choos rahi thi, uske hont mota, nasdaar shaft ke charon taraf kase hue, uska sir aage peeche ek steady rhythm mein hilta hua, gaal andar khinchte hue jab woh gehra choosti thi, aankhein uspe devotion aur kacche, unfiltered chahat ke saath jami hui, haath uski jaanghon ko pakde hue, nakhun uski khaal pe halke laal nishaan chhodte hue, uski choodiyaan har harkat ke saath dheere se khanakti hui.


Mukesh khada tha, uske haath uske lambe, kale baalon mein uljhe hue, uski harkat ko guide karte hue, uski gandi muskaan badi, aankhein santushti se chamakti hui jab woh use apna lund chooste dekhta tha, kamra geele choosne ki awaazon aur uske dheeme, guttural moans se bhara, hawa unki garmi se bhari, paas ke shelf pe sandalwood incense ki halki khushboo unke paseene ke saath milti hui, ek gunaahgar, bhari mahaul banati hui.






“Rekha, tera muh kitna perfect hai, mera lund choosta hai jaise tu iske liye paida hui,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz maze se bhari, ungliyaan uske baalon mein kasti hui, use paas kheenchte hue, kamar thodi si hilti hui. “Aise hi karti ja, meri randi, dikha kitna tu isse pyar karti hai, kaise tu poori meri hai, har inch tera.”


Maa ne jawab nahi diya, uska muh uske lund se bhara, par usne haan mein sir hilaya, aankhein uspe jami hui, hont aur neeche sarke, use aur gehra leti hui, ek naram hum uske shaft pe vibrate karti hui jab woh aur zor se choosti thi, sir tezi se hilta hua, bra ke straps uske kandhon se sarke, panties uski gaand pe kasi hui, kapda uske curves ko outline karta hua.


Maine apna lund rub karna shuru kiya, haath oopar neeche sarta hua, maza ek leher ki tarah mere andar badhta hua, jaanta hua ki yeh galat hai par ruk nahi saka, aankhein Maa ke gande kaam pe jami hui, uska jism ek grace ke saath hilta hua jo sundar aur gunaahgar dono laga, uski Mukesh ke liye devotion har harkat mein saaf, choodiyaan uske haathon ke jaanghon pe kaste hue aur tez khanakti hui.


Maine Papa ke baare mein socha, ghar pe akela, shayad andhere living room mein baitha, chehra udaasi se bhara, dil Maa ke liye dard se bhara, na jaanta hua ki woh yahan hai, ek doosre mard ke lund ko muh mein lekar uska dhokha de rahi hai, uske liye uska pyar is raaz wali chahat ki duniya se badal gaya.


Par jaise main dekhta raha, mujhe lagne laga Maa galat nahi kar rahi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo maine Papa ke saath kabhi nahi dekha, uska jism us tarah zinda jo Papa ka chup, steady pyar jaga nahi saka, aur maine khud ko kaha ki woh is khushi ki haqdaar hai, ki Mukesh ka bada lund, mota aur sakht, use woh deta hai jo Papa nahi de sakta—nahi kyunki Papa use sex nahi deta, balki kyunki Mukesh ka size, uska commanding presence, uski kacchi, unapologetic chahat use desired, zinda, ek nayi aurat jaisa mehsoos karati hai, use uski duniya mein kheenchta hua jo Papa ka naram khayal, der raat kaam karke sarees khareedna, naram haath pakadna match nahi kar sakta.



“Ruk, Rekha, abhi ke liye kaafi hai,” Mukesh ne hukum diya, awaaz mazboot par ek twisted pyar se bhari, uska muh uske lund se hata, haath uski thodi ko dheere se uthata hua, aankhein uspe jami hui, angutha uske geele honton ko chhuta hua. “Tu ismein itni achhi hai, meri perfect randi, tera muh mere lund ke liye bana hai. Bata, kya tune apne pati ke saath chudai ki jab se woh wapas aaya, ya tu apne aap ko mere liye bacha rahi hai?”


“Nahi, Mukesh, maine use chhua nahi,” Maa ne kaha, apne honton ko haath ke peeche se pochti hui, awaaz naram par yakeen se bhari, aankhein usse hatayi nahi, saans abhi bhi choosne se bhari. “Maine Arun ko kaha main mood mein nahi hoon, thaki hui hoon, par tu hi hai jo main chahti hoon, sirf tu, tu hi woh mard hai jo mere jism ko gaata hai, jo mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai.”


Mukesh ki muskaan aur badi ho gayi, aankhein jeet se chamakti hui, aur woh jhuka use chumne, hont uske honton se takraye, jeebh uske muh mein sarki, unka kiss gehra aur bhookha, uske haath uski peeth pe ghumte hue, use paas kheenchte hue, bra mein dhake stan uske seene se dab rahe the, unke jism dim roshni mein ek saath bandhe hue, lamp kamre mein lambi chhaya daal raha tha, purane bedframe ki halki charkhahat intimacy ko aur badha rahi thi.


“Tu meri hai, Rekha, har raat, har din,” usne uske honton ke khilaaf siskiya, awaaz dheemi, haath uski kamar pe, dheere se dabate hue. “Main tujhe sochne se ruk nahi sakta, humare baare mein, kaise hum ek doosre ke liye bane hain.” “Oh, Mukesh, tu mujhe itna khaas mehsoos karata hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz garam, haath uske chehre pe, ungliyaan uske jaw ko trace karti hui. 


“Yeh, hum, jaise ek chhupa hua aag hai, har baar jab hum saath hote hain aur chamakti hai, aur main nahi chahti yeh kabhi ruk jaye.” “Mere gift ka kya, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, thoda peeche hata, awaaz utsaah se bhari, aankhein uski aankhon mein talaash karti hui, chahat ka ek bhookha edge uski awaaz mein. 


“Kya tu aaj raat mujhe dene ko taiyaar hai, meri randi? Main tujhse sab kuch lene ka intezaar kar raha hoon.”Maa jhijhaki, aankhein thodi chinta se chamakti hui, awaaz dheemi, “Mukesh, main nervous hoon, yeh itna bada kadam hai, mujhe darr hai isse dard hoga, ki main isse handle nahi kar paungi.” 


Usne phir se use chuma, is baar naram, haath uske chehre ko pakde hue, awaaz shant, “Rekha, tu mujh pe bharosa karti hai, na? Main isse achha karunga, tera khayal rakhoonga, tu meri rani hai, aur main tujhe poora chahta hoon, har hissa.”Usne haan mein sir hilaya, awaaz kaamp rahi par mazboot, 


“Thik hai, Mukesh, main tujhe sab kuch doongi, mera poora jism, main poori teri hoon, chalo karte hain.” “Jhuk ja, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz commanding, haath use bistar pe guide karte hue, aankhein uske curves pe jami hui. Main soch raha tha yeh “gift” kya hai, mera dimag sawalon se bhar gaya, meri curiosity jal rahi thi ki Maa ko itna nervous kya bana raha tha, Mukesh itni tezi se kya chahta tha, mera haath mera lund tezi se rub karta hua, maza badhta hua jab main dekhta raha, dil anticipation se dhadakta hua.


Maa bistar pe jhuki, uski moti gaand oopar, panties uski jaanghon tak kheench di gayi, uske bade cheeks poore aur gol, lamp ki garam roshni mein chamakte hue, curves itne perfect jaise banaye gaye hon, thoda sa hilte hue jab woh apna wazan shift karti thi, haath neele chadar ko pakde hue, bra abhi bhi uske stanon se chipki hui, jo bhari the, dheere se hilte hue.


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Usne apni gaand oopar neeche hilayi, goonh jaisa hilta hua jaise tufani samundar ki lehrein, Mukesh ko chhedti hui, uski harkatein bold aur gunaahgar, ek chup dawat jo meri saans rok deti thi. “Rekha, teri badi gaand ek masterpiece hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz chahat se tapakti hui, haath uske cheeks pe rakhe, naram goonh ko dabate hue.


“Dekh kaise hilti hai, jaise yeh mujhse maang rahi hai, mere lund ke liye bani hai, na?” “Haan, Mukesh, yeh sab tera hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz playful, gaand aur hilati hui, goonh har harkat ke saath ripple karta hua. “Tujhe meri badi gaand pasand hai, na? Yeh teri hai, iske saath jo chahe kar, mujhe apna bana.” 


“Apne gaand ke cheeks faila, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, paas aata hua, aankhein uspe jami hui.Maa ne peeche haath kiya, apne cheeks failaye, uska gaand ka ched dikhaya, chhota aur kasa hua, gaand ka ched khulta aur band hota hua, main jahan khada tha wahan se dekh saka, uske charon taraf halke, nazuk baal, yeh nazara mujhe shock kar gaya, mera lund aur sakht dhadakta hua jab main dekhta raha, haath tezi se hilta hua, maza meri sharam ko daba raha tha.





Mukesh paas jhuka, uska chehra uske gaand ke ched ke inch dur, naak usse lagbhag chhuti hui, gehra saans leta hua, aankhein band hokar ecstasy mein, haath uske cheeks ko failaye hue, lamp naram roshni daal raha tha is intimate scene pe. “Tu kya kar raha hai, Mukesh?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz jhijhak se bhari, jism thoda sa tense, ungliyaan chadar ko aur kaske pakadti hui.


“Maine apna gaand ka ched nahi dhoya, yeh saaf nahi hai, mujhe sharam aa rahi hai.” “Main iski khushboo le raha hoon, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz excitement se bhari, dobara gehra saans leta hua, dheema, jaan bujhkar saans. “Mujhe teri gaand ka ched ki khushboo leni hai, yeh aise hi perfect hai, aurat ka anus kaccha, natural hona chahiye, dhone ki zaroorat nahi, yeh tu hai, aur mujhe yeh pasand hai.”


Maa hans di, awaaz nervous par mazaakiya, “Tu kitna naughty hai, Mukesh, isse ganda pasand karta hai, yakeen nahi hota tu mere gande gaand ke ched mein itna interested hai, ummeed hai tujhe wahan koi unwanted surprise nahi milega.” Mukesh muskuraya, 


“Haan, Rekha, jitna ganda utna achha, mujhe surprises chahiye, yeh real hai, tera hai, aur main har inch ka deewana hoon.”Maine sochna shuru kiya kya uska gaand ka ched hi “gift” tha, mera dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha ki woh ispe itna fixated kyun tha, meri curiosity shock ke saath mil rahi thi jab maine use iski khushboo lete dekha, naak paas dabayi hui, alag alag tarah se saans leta hua—lamba, gehra saans, phir tez, sharp sniff, chehra pura maza dikhata hua, jaise woh ek manaa delicacy ka swad le raha ho, haath uske cheeks pe steady, uska gaand ka ched dim roshni mein exposed aur vulnerable.


Jab usne uske gaand ke ched ko chaatna shuru kiya, Maa ne zor se moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, oh my God, yeh kitna achha lagta hai!” awaaz maze se toot rahi thi, jism kaamp raha tha, hont ecstasy mein kaate hue, kamar thodi si hilti hui, uske chehre ke khilaaf peeche dhakelti hui. 


“Mujhe yeh pasand hai, Mukesh, yeh itna naya, itna exciting hai, maine pehle kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi kiya!”Usne aur gehra chaata, jeebh uske gaand ke ched ke charon taraf ghoomti hui, paseena aur namak ka swad leta hua, awaaz dheemi, “Tere gaand ke ched ka swad paseene aur namak jaisa hai, Rekha, itna achha, itna kaccha, yeh perfect hai.” 


Maa ne phir moan kiya,“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, main pehli baar yeh try karne ke liye itni excited hoon, tu isse itna amazing banata hai, main teri hoon!” Main shock mein tha, dil tezi se dhadakta hua uske gaand ke ched ko chaatne ke nazare pe, kuch itna ganda, itna soch se bahar, main kabhi nahi karta, ek million rupaye ke liye bhi nahi, yeh kaam ghinona par mesmerizing, mera haath mera lund tezi se rub karta hua, maza meri ghin ko duba raha tha, aankhein unke gunaahgar kaam pe jami hui. 


“Kaisa lagta hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, jeebh abhi bhi uske gaand ke ched pe, awaaz utsaah se bhari, haath uske cheeks ko dabate hue. “Tujhe meri jeebh tere anus mein pasand hai, na?” “Aaaahhh uuhhh, yeh itna achha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, kamar gol ghumati hui, gaand aur zor se peeche dhakelti hui, hont kaske kaate hue, aankhein maze mein band. 


“Yeh itna ajeeb, itna garam lagta hai, jaise mera poora jism aag pe hai, yakeen nahi hota tu mera ganda gaand ka ched chaat raha hai.” Main sach mein soch raha tha ki woh uske gande gaand ke ched pe jeebh kaise rakh sakta hai. Yeh mujhe bilkul samajh nahi aaya. “Kya yeh tujhe meri randi jaisa mehsoos karata hai?” usne poocha, aur gehra chaatta, ungliyaan uske goonh mein dhansati hui. 



“Mujhe bata, anus chaatne ka kaisa lagta hai, Rekha, har detail.” “Aaaahhh uuhhh, yeh mujhe itna ganda mehsoos karata hai, Mukesh,” usne moan kiya, jism kaamp raha tha, haath chadar ko pakadte hue. “Jaise main poori teri hoon, teri jeebh meri gaand ka malik hai, yeh itna intense, itna achha hai.” Mukesh peeche hata, awaaz chahat se bhari, “Holi se, Rekha, jab maine tujhe saree mein teri gaand hilate dekha, maine isse chodna chahta tha, tu mujhe pagal kar rahi thi, woh curves colors mein hilte hue.” 



Maa hans di, “Sach mein, Mukesh? Meri gaand ne tera dhyaan tab kheench liya?” Usne haan mein sir hilaya, “Haan, mere sab dost iske baare mein baat kar rahe the, keh rahe the kaise woh teri badi gaand chodne ke liye marenge, kitni gol, kitni juicy, iske liye bani hai, woh jealous the ki main tere paas gaya.”





Maa hasi, “Kyun meri gaand, Mukesh? Kya meri chut tujhe kaafi meethi nahi?” Usne muskuraya, “Teri chut meethi hai, Rekha, kasi aur geeli, par tera gaand ka ched aur kasa, aur ganda hai, yeh special hai, tujhe meri randi banata hai aise tarah se jo teri chut nahi kar sakti, yeh kaccha, manaa hai.” 


Achanak, Maa ne pad diya, ek tez gas uske gaand ke ched se nikli, ek tez, geela dhamaka seedha uske chehre pe, uski aankhein shock se badi, muh peeche khincha, chehra surprise aur mazaak ka mix, haath abhi bhi uske cheeks pe.“Oh, Mukesh, maaf karna! Maine jaan bujhkar kiya,” Maa ne kaha, hasti hui, awaaz creative, “Meri gaand zyada excited ho gayi, yeh tere liye ga rahi hai, keh rahi hai yeh tere lund ke liye taiyaar hai!” 


Mukesh hasa, “Rekha, woh pad trumpet jaisa tha, itna tez, itna perfect, tu surprises se bhari hai, meri randi.” Maa hans di, “Tujhe uski awaaz pasand aayi? Meri gaand tujhse baat kar rahi hai, Mukesh, yeh sab teri hai.”Usne haan mein sir hilaya, “Aise hi padti reh, Rekha, yeh sexy hai, jaise teri gaand mujhe bula rahi hai.” 


“Taiyaar ho ja, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske gaand ke ched pe thooka, bedside table se baby oil ki chhoti bottle uthayi, “Ab teri gaand ka ched use karne ka waqt hai.” Mujhe yaad aaya Maa ne mujhe pehle baby oil lane ko kaha tha, mera dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab maine samjha yeh iske liye tha, mera lund aur sakht dhadakta hua, haath tezi se hilta hua.


“Palat, Rekha, is oil ko mere lund pe ragad,” usne kaha, bottle uske haath mein dete hue, awaaz commanding. Maa palti, uske haathon ne uske lund pe oil daala, dheere se massage kiya, ungliyaan oopar neeche sarti hui, use chamakta hua coat kiya, aankhein uspe jami hui, harkatein careful par sensual, oil lamp ke neeche chamakta hua, bra abhi bhi uske stanon se chipki hui, panties uski jaanghon ke aaspaas.


“Mukesh, mujhe aise gande kaam pasand nahi,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz chinta se bhari, haath abhi bhi uske lund pe, ungliyaan thodi kaamp rahi thi. “Tera lund itna bada hai, yeh meri gaand mein kaise fit hoga? Agar isne mera gaand ka ched loose kar diya, tight nahi raha toh? Mujhe darr hai yeh mujhe badal dega.” 


“Chinta mat kar, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz shant, aankhein naram par intense.“Aurat ka gaand ka ched apne mard ke liye loose hona chahiye, yeh dikhata hai usne khud ko poora diya, aur tu mere liye hamesha perfect rahegi, loose ho ya tight.” “Par agar yeh loose ho gaya, main apne padon ko rok nahi paungi,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz nervous, haath uske lund pe dheeme hote hue. 


“Woh har waqt nikalenge, itna embarrassing hoga, Mukesh.”“Mujhe parwaah nahi, Rekha,” usne kaha, muskurata hua, haath uski kamar pe, use paas kheenchta hua. “Main tere sab pad soongh lunga, har ek, woh tera hissa hain, aur mujhe har cheez pasand hai, tu meri randi hai, padon ke saath bhi.” 


Maa muskurayi, uski chinta kam hoti hui, aur woh jhuki use chumne, hont uske honton pe naram, “Tu mere liye itna achha hai, Mukesh, tu mujhe safe mehsoos karata hai, main tujh pe bharosa karti hoon.”Usne uske honton ko chuma, awaaz naram, “Main naram rahunga, Rekha, wada hai, hum dheere karenge, tujhe achha lagega.” 


Maa palti aur phir jhuk gayi, apni moti gaand ke cheeks failaye, uska gaand ka ched thook aur oil se geela, lamp ke neeche chamakta hua, jism tense par taiyaar, haath chadar ko pakde hue, choodiyaan dheere se khanakti hui.Maine samjha “gift” anal sex tha, mera dimag chakkar kha raha tha jab puzzle apni jagah pe aaya, meri curiosity satisfy hui, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main dekhta raha, haath tezi se rub karta hua, maza intense, mera dil mere saamne khulta hua gunaah accept karta hua.


Mukesh ne apna lund uske gaand ke ched mein dhakelna shuru kiya, tip tight ring ke khilaaf dabayi, Maa ne zor se moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh bahut dard karta hai!” awaaz toot rahi thi, haath chadar ko kaske pakadte hue, chehra dard se bheench gaya, jism lamp ki roshni mein kaamp raha tha. 


“Thik hai, Rekha, tu meri randi hai, tu yeh le sakti hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi par encouraging, haath uski kamar pe steady, use guide karte hue.“Mera lund mehsoos kar, yeh teri gaand ke liye bana hai, bas relax kar, isse andar aane de, tu meri hai.” Usne dheere se dhakka diya, uske lund ka sir andar sarka, uska gaand ka ched chauda khulta hua, Maa cheekhi, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, yeh bahut bada hai, Mukesh, dard karta hai!” 


Usne muskuraya, “Rekha, sir andar hai, teri gaand itni tight hai, yeh perfect hai.” Usne ek haath se uski chut ragdi, ungliyaan uske geele folds ke saath sarti hui, use moan karati hui, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh achha lagta hai, mat ruk!”



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“Main yeh nahi karna chahti, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi, jism kaamp raha tha, haath bistar ko aur kaske pakadte hue. “Yeh bahut dard karta hai, please, main nahi kar sakti.” Woh paas jhuka, awaaz romantic, “Rekha, tu meri rani hai, mera sab kuch, mujhe is tarah se pyar karne de, yeh achha lagega, wada hai, bas mujh pe bharosa kar.” 


Maa cheekhi, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, thik hai, Mukesh, main koshish karungi, kar!” uska dimag badla, jism thoda sa relax hua, moans tez aur desperate.Usne aur dhakka diya, aadha lund uske gaand ke ched mein gaya, tight ring dheela hota hua, uske shaft ke charon taraf chauda khulta hua, mera haath mera lund tezi se rub karta hua, nazara shock karne wala par thrilling, mera maza badhta hua jab main masturbate karta raha, poori tarah unke gunaahgar kaam mein dooba hua. 


“Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz ilzaam lagati hui, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, meri gaand kabhi pehle jaisi nahi hogi, tu mujhe tod raha hai!”





Usne hasa, “Barbaad auratein sabse best hoti hain, Rekha, tu meri masterpiece hai, meri perfect randi, teri gaand ab meri hai.” Usne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, yeh itna tight, itna bhara hua lagta hai, Mukesh, yeh zyada hai!” Usne jawab diya, “Yeh perfect hai, Rekha, teri gaand mere lund ke liye bani hai, mehsoos kar kaise yeh mere liye khulti hai, kaise tu meri hai.”


Usne aur dhakka diya, poora lund uske gaand ke ched mein gaya, tight ring poora khula, uski gaand bal se hilti hui, moans aur tez, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh itna gehra hai, oh my God!” bistar rhythm se charkhata hua, lamp unke jismon ki chhaya daal raha tha, Maa ki badi gaand wildly jhoolti hui, stan bra mein hilte hue, chehra dard aur maze ka mix, hont kaske kaate hue, choodiyaan har harkat ke saath khanakti hui.






Kamra unki garmi se zinda laga, hawa oil aur paseene ki khushboo se bhari, bahar jhinguron ki dheemi awaaz unke gunaah se door duniya ki door ki yaad. Mukesh ne moan kiya, “Rekha, main mehsoos kar sakta hoon tera gaand ka ched mere lund ke charon taraf kasta hua, yeh itna achha, itna tight hai!” Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, yeh tujhe squeeze kar raha hai, Mukesh, yakeen nahi hota yeh fit ho gaya, yeh itna intense hai!” 


Usne dheere se baahar khincha, aadha, Maa cheekhi, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh zyada hai, dard karta hai!” awaaz tez, jism kaamp raha tha, haath chadar ko nochte hue.







“Tu thik hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz chinta se bhari, haath uski kamar ko steady karte hue, aankhein uske chehre pe. “Main thik hoon, Mukesh, aage badh,” usne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, main isse seh lungi, mujhe chod, mujhe apna bana!” Usne wapas dhakka diya, poora baahar nahi, phir andar, uske moans tez, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh itna gehra hai, mat ruk, main teri hoon!”Usne hasa, 



“Tu itni mazboot hai, Rekha, meri randi ki tarah leti hai, tu perfect hai.” Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, mujhe behosh hone jaisa lagta hai, Mukesh, yeh zyada hai, par mujhe yeh pasand hai!” Usne hansa, “Tu behosh nahi ho rahi, Rekha, tu har second enjoy kar rahi hai, meri perfect aurat.” 


Usne andar baahar karna shuru kiya, harkat ab smooth, uska gaand ka ched dheela hua, uske lund ke charon taraf aasani se sarta hua, oil aur thook ise slick banate hue, bistar steady rhythm mein charkhata hua, uski badi gaand wildly hilti hui, goonh tufan mein lehron ki tarah jhoolta hua, uske curves roshni mein chamakte hue, choodiyaan aur tez khanakti hui, uske moans ek constant “Aaaahhh uuhhh.”



Mujhe shak hua Mukesh professional tha, uski aasani se lagta tha usne aur auraton ki gaand chodi thi, uski harkatein confident, precise, jaise woh jaanta tha kaise kaam karna hai, haath uski kamar ko expertise se guide karte hue, uske dhakke controlled par powerful. “Badhai ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz proud, “Ab yeh aasan hai, tu mera lund pro ki tarah le rahi hai, teri gaand iske liye bani hai!”








Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tune mujhe dard se guide kiya, par yeh ab bhi dard karta hai, tu mere liye itna achha hai!” Usne jawab diya, “Tu perfect hai, Rekha, thoda dard tujhe meri asli randi banata hai, meri rani.” Usne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, mujhe asli randi jaisa mehsoos hota hai, Mukesh, meri gaand teri hai, main teri hoon!” Usne poocha, “Kyun, Rekha, mujhe bata kyun?” 



Usne jawab diya, “Kyunki yeh anal hai, itna ganda, itna naya, yeh mujhe teri randi jaisa mehsoos karata hai!” Usne muskuraya, “Main tujhe train karunga, Rekha, tujhe meri professional randi banaunga, teri gaand hamesha meri hogi, kabhi bhi mere liye taiyaar.”










Usne uske gaand ke ched ko aur zor se chodna shuru kiya, uska loose ring use aasani se leta hua, uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hilti hui, goonh wildly jhoolta hua, uske moans tez, “Aaaahhh uuhhh,” jism hilta hua, bra ke straps aur neeche sarke, stan wildly hilte hue, chehra dard aur ecstasy ke mix se chamakta hua. 



Main masturbate karta raha, haath tezi se hilta hua, maza itna intense, mera gunaah poora gaya, mera dil Maa ke gunaah ko accept karta hua, aankhein uski hilti gaand pe jami hui, ganda kaam mujhe unki duniya mein aur gehra kheenchta hua, mera jism thrill se kaamp raha tha.

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Main shock mein tha, mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, darr tha ki Mukesh Maa ki gaand ko hamesha ke liye barbaad kar dega, itna zyada stretch hua ki yeh hamesha loose rahe, uska jism wapas normal na ho sake, uska dhokha ek nishaan ban jaye jo use randi bana de, uski Papa ke saath zindagi ko dard de, kuch jo woh chhupa na sake, meri chinta badhti hui jab maine use moan karte socha, na to aaram se chudai kar sakti thi na Papa ke saath normal jee sakti thi.


“Khadi ho ja, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hukum diya, dheere se baahar kheenchta hua, haath uski kamar pe, kamra shant siwaye unki bhari saanson ke. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, main khadi nahi ho sakti, meri taangein bahut kamzor hain,” 

Maa ne shikayat ki, awaaz thaki hui, jism kaamp raha tha, haath chadar ko kaske pakde hue.“Meri gaand bahut dard kar rahi hai, jal rahi hai, main aise nahi hil sakti. Kya hum thodi der ruk sakte hain please?” “Chalo, Rekha, meri pyari,” 


Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz naram par mazboot, haath uske baazuon pe naram, use dheere se uthate hue.“Khadi ho mere liye, main teri gaand ko apne khilaaf mehsoos karna chahta hoon, is tarah bahut achha lagta hai, dikhata hai tu kitna yeh chahti hai, kitna mujhe de rahi hai.” 


Maa ne moan kiya, “Mukesh, main bahut dard mein hoon, meri taangein kaamp rahi hain, meri gaand lagta hai toot rahi hai, main yeh nahi kar sakti!” Usne zid ki, “Bas koshish kar, Rekha, main tujhe pakdoonga, achha lagaunga, mujhe tujhe khade dekhna hai, main teri gaand ko khade position mein chodna chahta hoon.”Maa ne aah bhari, dheere se haan mein sir hilaya, 

“Thik hai, Mukesh, main koshish karungi, par yeh bahut dard karta hai, main yeh sirf tere liye kar rahi hoon kyunki main tujhse bahut pyar karti hoon,” awaaz kamzor, jism unsteady jab woh khadi hui, uspe sahara lete hue. 


Maine socha woh uski gaand ko hamesha ke liye barbaad kar dega, khada position aur zyada pressure daalega, uska bada lund pehle hi use hadd se zyada stretch kar chuka tha, uski anal muscle ko permanent damage ka khatra, Papa ke saath normal jeene ki uski kshamata, meri chinta gehri hoti hui jab maine use struggle karte dekha, uska jism hadd se zyada dabaya gaya, yeh kaam uski Mukesh ke gande chahat ke samne poori tarah samarpan ka saaf ishara, uska dard mujhe darr deta tha ki woh kabhi recover nahi karegi.


Mukesh khada hua, Maa ko palta, uski moti gaand hili jab usne use thapki maari, goonh zor se jhoola, ek tez “thap” kamre mein goonji, oil uske cheeks ko geele patthar jaisa chamkata hua, harkat garam kyunki yeh itna kaccha tha, uske curves uske liye hilte hue, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab woh hili, lamp ki roshni uski khaal pe paseene ko pakad rahi thi.


Usne use haathon se peeche dhakela, jhukaya, haath uski kamar ke neeche pe zor se, uski gaand oopar hawa mein, haath bistar ko pakde hue, jism lamp ki roshni mein kaamp raha tha, parde dheere se hilte hue, hawa unki garmi aur halki masala khushboo se bhari. “Mukesh, main bahut dard mein hoon,” Maa ne shikayat ki, awaaz dard se bhari, jism kaamp raha tha jab woh jhuki.“Meri gaand lagta hai toot rahi hai, yeh zyada hai, main aur nahi seh sakti.” 


“Tera gaand ka ched abhi bhi kaafi loose nahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz gandi, haathon se uske cheeks ko chauda failata hua. “Yeh abhi bhi mere lund ko pakad raha hai, isse aur chudai chahiye perfect hone ke liye, mujhe bilkul bhi ladai ke bina lene ke liye, mere liye poora khul jaye.”


“Yeh kya matlab, Mukesh?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz shock se bhari, sir palatkar uski taraf dekhte hue. “Yeh pehle se itna khula hai, lagta hai hadd tak stretch ho gaya, kaise yeh loose nahi hai?” “Yeh loose hai, Rekha, par mere liye kaafi nahi,” 


Mukesh ne samjhaya, awaaz chahat se bhari, aankhein uske khule ched pe jami hui.“Main chahta hoon tera gaand ka ched itna loose ho ki yeh mera lund bina kisi resistance ke le, hamesha mere liye taiyaar rahe, sirf mere lund ko jaane, chahe main kitna bhi zor se chodu.” 


Usne apna lund andar dhakela, khula gaand ka ched use aasani se leta hua, oil aur stretch use smooth andar jaane dete hue, dono khade, uski gaand uske groin ke khilaaf kasi hui, position kaccha aur intimate.








“Rekha, tera gaand ka ched kitna meetha hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz chahat se bhari. “Yeh tight hai, garam, perfect, yeh hi main aaj raat chahta hoon.” “Sirf meri gaand kyun aaj raat, Mukesh?” Maa ne poocha, moan karti hui, 


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, meri chut kyun nahi chodta, tu ganda kutta?” “Teri gaand aur tight hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske dhakke gehre aur zor se.“Yeh aur gandi hai, behtar lagti hai, mujhe aise pakadti hai jo teri chut nahi kar sakti, yeh meri chahat hai, jo mujhe tere liye pagal karta hai.” Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, tu ganda suar, tu bimaar kutta!” 


Usne uske gaand ke ched ko zor se choda, kamra tez thapki ki awaazon se bhara, uski gaand wildly jhoolti hui, uske pad uske gaand ke ched se nikalte hue, geele “pfffts” aur tez “brrrps,” loose ched ki wajah se hawa nikal rahi thi, uske zor ke dhakke uske jism ko poora samarpan karne ke liye majboor kar rahe the.Usne uski peeth chaati, jeebh uski spine ke saath sarti hui, yeh kaam garam kyunki yeh possessive tha, use apna mark karta hua, uski obsession har chhuan mein saaf. “Main gaand ka deewana hoon, Rekha,” 


Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz proud aur rough. “Badi gaand mujhe pagal kar deti hain, unke curves, unki tightness, maine itni auraton ki gaand chodi hai kyunki yeh sabse best hai, aurat ko poora own karne ka kaccha tareeka, use poora mehsoos karne ka.”


“Tu ganda kutta, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, tu ghinona hai, poora pervert!” Usne poocha, “Kya tu mujhe chhod dega, Mukesh?” Usne jawab diya, “Kabhi nahi, Rekha, jab tak tu mujhe apni gaand deti rahegi, yeh mujhe yahan rakhta hai, yeh mere liye jeene ka wajah hai.” 


Maa ne moan kiya, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, main wada karti hoon, Mukesh, main jab chahe doongi, kyunki yeh teri hai, kyunki yeh mujhe mehsoos karata hai ki main sirf tere liye hoon! Main nahi chahti tu mujhe chhode.”Usne kaha, “Main tujhe apni randi banane ke liye train kar raha hoon, Rekha, aur gaand ki chudai iska best tareeka hai, yeh tujhe mera banata hai, tujhe sikhaata hai mujhe sab kuch dene ka, mere lund ke liye teri gaand mein jeene ka.” 


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, main teri achhi randi banna chahti hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz utsaah aur desperation se bhari.







“Main seekhna chahti hoon, tere liye perfect banna chahti hoon, kyunki yeh itna achha lagta hai, itna sahi, yeh meri jagah hai!” Dono thak rahe the, unke jism paseene se geele, saansein bhari, ek ghante ki chudai unki energy kha rahi thi, bistar unke wazan ke neeche zor se charkhata hua, hawa unki garmi se bhari.Main abhi bhi apna lund ragad raha tha, masturbate kar raha tha, yeh kaam achha lag raha tha, ab galat nahi, maza poora le raha tha, mera jism kaamp raha tha jab main dekhta raha, unka gunaah mujhe unki duniya mein aur gehra kheench raha tha. 



Mukesh ne apna lund baahar kheench liya, uski gaand se juices tapak rahe the, oil aur fluids ka ganda mix chadar pe gir raha tha, uske samarpan ka saaf nishaan.Usne use pet ke bal letaya, taangein chauda failayi, uske gaand pe oil ragda, use geela marble jaisa chamkata hua, uska thaka hua chehra dikhata tha woh exhaust ho chuki thi, aankhein aadhi band, jism naram aur bhari.



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Woh uski peeth pe chadha, apna lund zor se uske gaand ke ched mein dhakela, bal zor ka, kamar neeche tak dhakelti hui, ek ghante ki chudai ke bawajood uski energy nahi ruki. Maa itni thaki hui thi ki woh nahi hili, uski cheekhein aur tez, 


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur chod mujhe!” maang rahi thi kyunki woh uski thi, koi choice nahi bacha, zor ki chudai bistar ko hila rahi thi, uski gaand wildly jhool rahi thi, lamp wobbling, kamra unki garmi aur halki masala khushboo se bhara.


“Main jhadne wala hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz tight, dhakke tez hote hue. “Kahan chahti hai, meri randi?” “Aaaahhh uuhhh, meri gaand ke ched mein, Mukesh!” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz besharm aur desperate. “Mujhe tera sperm meri gaand mein chahiye, mujhe bhar de,” Usne poocha, “Kahan, Rekha, dobara bata!” 


Usne moan kiya, “Meri gaand ke ched mein, Mukesh, yeh teri hai, ispe haq jama, ise tujhse bhar de!”







Usne aur zor se choda, zor se moan karta hua, “Urrghhh, Rekha!” Mujhe pata tha woh apna sperm chhod raha tha, uski moans kamre mein bhar rahi thi, Maa moan karti hui, 


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, aur de, Mukesh!” maang rahi thi kyunki woh uska control chahti thi, uska nishaan uske andar gehra. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz shock aur awe se bhari.“Yeh itna zyada hai, mera pet bhar raha hai, tera sperm itna mota hai, jaise yeh mere poore jism pe kabza kar raha hai!” 


Mukesh ne moan kiya, “Urrghhh, sab le le, Rekha, har boond!” Woh uski peeth pe gir pada, jism kharch ho gaya, lund abhi bhi uske gaand ke ched mein, use bistar mein dabata hua, lamp unke jismon ki chhaya daal raha tha, unki haanfne ki awaaz tez, jism intense kaam se thake hue, bistar dheere se charkhata hua, halki incense khushboo unke gunaah ke saath clash karti hui.


“Tu ne mujhe barbaad kar diya, Mukesh,” Maa ne shikayat ki, awaaz kamzor, jism naram. “Meri gaand toot gayi, main ab pehle jaisi nahi, yeh hamesha ke liye badal gayi, mujhe ab sahi bhi nahi mehsoos hota.” “Tu perfect hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, awaaz naram par proud. 


“Teri gaand meri hai, mera inaam, yeh waisa hi hai jaisa main chahta hoon, hamesha mere liye khula aur taiyaar.”Maa ne aah bhari, “Hat ja, Mukesh, main saans nahi le pa rahi, tu bahut bhari hai. Meri peeth se hat please.” Woh uske bagal mein let gaya, aur maine dekha Maa ki gaand se aur sperm nikal raha tha, jaise doodh bottle se bah raha ho, ek safed, mota dhara chadar pe tapak raha tha, uske poore samarpan ka shock dene wala nazara.


Maa pet ke bal leti hui, awaaz naram, “Mujhe tera sperm mehsoos ho raha hai, Mukesh, yeh garam hai, andar gehra, jaise ab mera hissa hai.” Mukesh muskuraya, “Tu meri hai, Rekha, mujhe apne andar mehsoos kar, yeh meri jagah hai. 


Tune mujhe sach mein satisfy kiya, tune aakhir mujhe mera gift diya.” Maa uth kar baithi, dono ke jism paseene se dhake hue, bistar sperm aur oil se geela, chadar pe daag aur chipchipi.Maine thodi der baad apna sperm chhod diya, maza zor se laga, mera jism kaamp raha tha jab maine apna doodh chhoda, achha mehsoos hua, release mazboot, meri taangein kamzor, jism kharch, unka gunaah mujhe kha raha tha, mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hua. 


Maa khush dikh rahi thi, Mukesh ko chumte hue, uske hont uspe naram, chehra ek ajeeb khushi se chamakta hua.“Mukesh, tu mujhe itna achha mehsoos karata hai,” usne kaha, awaaz garam aur content. “Yeh sab kuch hai, jaise main tabhi zinda hoon jab main tere saath hoon, apna jism tujhe deti hoon.” “Tu meri duniya hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, haath uske gaal pe, awaaz naram. “Tu mujhe sab kuch deti hai, teri gaand, tera dil, yeh sab mujhe chahiye.”Usne kaha, “Mera lund saaf kar, Rekha, dikha tu poori tarah meri hai.” Maa ki aankhein badi hui, shock mein, “Mukesh, nahi, yeh meri gaand mein tha, bahut ganda hai, main yeh nahi kar sakti!” Main bhi shock mein tha, yeh idea ghinona tha, uska lund uske gande ched se, yeh maang bimaar, mera dimag chakkar kha raha tha ki woh itna ganda kaam kaise maang sakta hai itna kuch karne ke baad.



“Yeh achha hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz mazboot aur samjhaane wali. “Randiyaan yeh karti hain, yeh dikhata hai tu meri hai, meri lund pe teri gaand ka swad, sabit karta hai tu mere liye kuch bhi karegi.” Maa ne use dekha, phir uske naram lund ko, chehra torn, shayad apni ghin ke khilaaf uski khushi ke liye lad rahi thi, phir usne sir hila diya, “Nahi, Mukesh, main nahi kar sakti, yeh bahut ghinona hai, yeh meri gaand mein tha, yeh thik nahi.”


Woh bathroom ki taraf jaane lagi, par usne uska haath pakda, use wapas kheench liya, uski aankhein uski aankhon se mili, chehra torn aur conflicted. “Tune mujhe buri aurat bana diya, Mukesh,” Maa ne shikayat ki, awaaz naram, chehra uski struggle dikhata hua. “Main achhi patni thi, achhi maa, ab main yeh hoon, tujhe meri gaand deti hoon, yeh gande kaam karti hoon, kyunki tu mujhe yeh chahta hai.”Mukesh ne jawab diya, awaaz naram, 


“Tu perfect hai, Rekha, tu meri hai, yeh wahi hai jo tu mere saath banni thi.” Maa ne aah bhari, uska lund pakadte hue, bistar pe wapas aayi, jhuk gayi, chehra ghin dikhata hua, hont kase hue jab usne use dekha. Main shock mein tha, darr laga ki woh yeh karegi, yeh kaam itna ganda, uska muh uske gande gaand ke ched se aaye lund pe, mera dimag chakkar kha raha tha ki woh itni gehri gir gayi, uska samarpan itna poora.“Kyun tera lund saaf nahi hai, Mukesh?” 


Maa ne shikayat ki, uska lund dhyan se pakadte hue, oil aur paseene ke mess se bachte hue. “Ispe oil hai, paseena, meri gaand se ganda hai, ise muh mein daalna thik nahi.” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz naram, pyare shabdon ka istemal, “Meri pyari Rekha, yeh bas hum dono hai, humara pyar, iska swad le, yeh tu aur main saath mein, meri perfect randi, agar tu meri randi banna chahti hai, toh main maang karta hoon ki tu ise saaf kar.”



Usne uska sir pakda, dheere se dhakela, par usne chilla kar kaha, “Ruk!” Usne poocha, “Kyun, Rekha?” Usne jawab diya, “Mujhe tip saaf karna hai, yeh bahut messy hai, main ise aise muh mein nahi daal sakti.” Usne ek kapda liya, dhyan se pochha, mess se bachte hue, haath naram rakhe taki woh comfortable rahe, uski ghin saaf thi par use khush karne ki chahat zyada mazboot.


Maa ne uska lund choosna shuru kiya, hont dhyan se uske muh mein gaye, dheere hilte hue, uski gaand ka swad avoid karte hue, uski sambhal uski struggle dikhati thi ki woh yeh uske liye kar rahi thi. Mukesh ne uska sir pakda, aur gehra dhakela, Maa struggle karti hui, haath uski jaanghon pe, peeche hatna chahti thi par uski pakad ne roka.


“Teri gaand ka swad le, Rekha, tu gandi randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz sakht, use bure naam dete hue. “Tu meri randi hai, sab le le, dikha tu kitni buri patni hai aur dhokhebaaz.” Maa struggle karti rahi, jism tense, chehre pe ghin saaf, par woh peeche nahi hati, uska samarpan poora.


Maine socha Maa gandi thi, uska muh, jo kabhi Papa aur mujhe pyare shabd bolta tha, ab uske gande gaand ke ched se aaye lund ko choos raha tha, yeh kaam shock dene wala, uska dhokha poora, mera dil thrill aur ghin ke beech phansa. Usne choosa jab tak usne uske muh mein apna doodh chhod diya, Maa peeche hati, nigal gayi, chehra ghin dikhata hua par acceptance.


“Rekha, tune nigal liya, meri perfect randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz proud aur satisfied. Maa ne jawab diya, “Mujhe aise treat hona pasand hai, Mukesh, yeh mujhe itna achha aur naya mehsoos karata hai, bhale hi yeh itna ganda hai, yeh wahi hai jo tu chahta hai.” Usne poocha, “Teri gaand ka swad kaisa laga, Rekha?” Usne moan kiya, 


“Ganda, Mukesh, bahut ganda, par main teri hoon, main yeh tere liye karungi.”“Tune mujhe buri maa, buri patni bana diya,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz bhaavna se bhari. “Main wapas achhi nahi ban sakti, Mukesh, mere sab ched ab use ho chuke hain, main poori randi hoon, kyunki tune mujhse sab kuch le liya.” 


Main shock mein tha, uske shabd ek punch ki tarah lage, uska admission meri uski tasveer ko todta hua, maa jo meri rakhi baandhti thi, ab maan rahi thi ki woh randi hai, uska samarpan poora.Mukesh ne jawab diya, “Tune exam pass kar diya, Rekha, aise hi perfect, mera sab kuch.” Woh saath mein nahaaye, phir so gaye, jism ek doosre se lipte hue, bistar unke fluids se geela, chadar daagdaar aur chipchipi. “Mujhe apna muh dhone de,” Maa ne kaha aur dono bathroom mein gaye.



Main guest room wapas gaya, phir se masturbate kiya, maza zor ka, jism kaamp raha tha jab maine apna doodh chhoda, achha mehsoos hua, mera gunaah chala gaya, unka gunaah mujhe kha raha tha, mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hua. Raat ke 3 baje, main bathroom ke liye utha, unhe doosre round mein suna, Mukesh uski gaand chod raha tha, Maa ki awaaz shikayat karti hui, 


“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, main thak gayi hoon, mujhe sone de, meri gaand aur nahi le sakti!”Main hairaan tha par itna bhi nahi kyunki mujhe pata tha yeh aadmi Maa ki gaand se satisfy nahi hua tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Maa ki gaand uske liye itni meethi kyun thi ki woh doosra round bhi uski gaand chodne gaya.Usne jawab diya, 


“Tu meri randi hai, Rekha, main teri gaand se abhi khatam nahi hua, main isse barbaad karna chahta hoon, ise loose karna chahta hoon aur tight nahi!” Maa ne zor se cheekh maari, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh dard karta hai, main bas sona chahti hoon!” 


Usne zid ki, “Main satisfy nahi hua, Rekha, teri gaand meri hai, main isse tab tak todunga jab tak yeh gaand ka ched na rahe!”Maa ne aur zor se cheekh maari, “Aaaahhh uuhhh!” 



Main muskuraya jab main bathroom ki taraf chala, jaanta hua ki Maa khatam ho chuki thi, uski gaand khatam, Mukesh ki gandi chahat ne hamesha ke liye badal di, uska jism poora uska, uska dhokha poora, yeh soch mujhe thrill de rahi thi jab unka gunaah mujhpe chha gaya, mera dil isse achha maan raha tha.

[Mahendra_]

         "Aap sabhi ke acche comment ke liye dhanyavaad, isse mujhe aur likhne ki prerna milti hai."



Agli subah, Maa ne mujhe uthaya, uski awaaz naram par tani hui, “Raj, beta, uthne ka waqt hai.” Woh pehle se taiyaar thi, hari cotton saree neatly pehni hui, maathe pe sindoor chamakta hua, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne apna pallu adjust kiya, par woh alag lag rahi thi, khush nahi. 

Uski aankhein bhari, laal-rimmed, kal raat wala glow nahi jo maine dekha tha jab usne Mukesh ko chuma, chehra tight, hont patle se dabaye hue, jaise koi chhupa sharam leke chal rahi ho.Uski harkatein dheemi, sambhal ke, jaise har kadam dard de raha ho, aur mujhe pata tha yeh Mukesh ki brutal chudai ki wajah se tha, uski gaand ka ched stretch aur dardbhara, uska gunaah ab surface pe aa raha tha, use ek anjaan si banata hua, woh khush Maa nahi jo hill station trip pe bhajan gaati thi ya meri rakhi muskurate hue bandhti thi. 

Flat shant tha, subah ki roshni pardo se chhanti hui, kal raat ke biryani masala ki khushboo abhi bhi thi, uske tani hui demeanor ke saath clash karti hui. “Subah, Maa,” maine kaha, jamhaai lete hue, mattress pe baithkar, aankhein ragadte hue. “Tu thik hai? Tu thaki hui lag rahi hai.”

“Subah, beta,” Maa ne jawab diya, awaaz zabardasti, ek chhoti si muskaan dete hue jab woh bistar ke kinare baithi, thoda sa wince karti hui. “Main thik hoon, bas achhi neend nahi aayi. Humein jaldi jana hai, thik hai?” “Itni jaldi kyun?” maine poocha, apni purani Star Wars T-shirt pehente hue, uski jaldi se confused. “Kya Mukesh humare saath aa raha hai? Usne kaha tha main apni lightsaber moves se achha Jedi hoon.” 

“Nahi, Raj, woh abhi so raha hai, woh thaka hua hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz flat, dheere se khadi hoti hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chalo bas taiyaar ho jao aur chupke se nikalte hain.” “Usko bye bolne ke liye kyun nahi uthaya? Tumne kaha tha woh humara achha dost hai,” maine poocha, jooton ke lace bandhte hue, dimag tezi se chalta hua. “Woh tera dost hai, na? Woh jaanna chahega hum ja rahe hain.” 

“Humein use disturb karne ki zaroorat nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz vague, apna purse pakadte hue. “Woh thaka hua hai, aur humein ghar jana hai, bas.” “Par kyun, Maa?” maine dabaya, khada hokar, kuch galat lagne laga. “Kya uske saath kuch hua?” “Kuch nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi tez, phir naram hoti hui. “Bas… chalo, thik hai? Baad mein baat karenge.” Uski vague jawab mujhe frustrate kar rahe the, par maine uska peechha kiya, uske chehre pe gunaah ki chhaya, uski usual warmth gayab, ek nervous edge se badal gayi jo mujhe curious bana rahi thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha unke beech kya hua aur Maa aise kyun behave kar rahi thi. 

Hum paas ke hotel tak chale, subah ka suraj garam, sadak vendors ke chillane aur rickshaw ke horn se zinda, dosa talne ki khushboo dhool ke saath milti hui.Jab hum chale, Maa ki moti gaand hili jab woh chalti thi, uski saree uske curves pe chipki hui, harkat captivating, aur mujhe yakeen nahi hua uski gaand kal raat itni buri tarah chodi gayi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched ko stretch karta hua, use loose aur dardbhara chhodta hua jab woh maze mein moan karti thi. Woh sambhal ke chalti thi, har kadam jaan bujhkar, jaise har sway dard deta ho, choodiyaan dheere se khanakti hui, chehra discomfort se tight.




Hotel pe, ek chhota sa jagah plastic chairs aur creaky ceiling fan ke saath, hum breakfast ke liye baithe, par Maa ko baithne mein takleef ho rahi thi, jab woh kursi pe dheere se baithi, haath table ko pakadte hue, jism stiff. Mujhe pata tha kyun, kyunki uski gaand barbaad ho chuki thi, Mukesh ki kal raat ki relentless gaand chudai ne use baithne mein dard diya, uski cheekhein, “Aaaahhh uuhhh,” meri yaad mein taaza, mujhe andar se muskurata hua, uske gunaah ka thrill abhi bhi mazboot.“Maa, tu aise kyun baith rahi hai?” maine poocha, dosa kaatkar, coconut chutney ka teekha swad meri jeebh pe, use uncomfortably shift karte dekha. 

“Bas thoda dard hai, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz strained, phir se wince karti hui jab usne adjust kiya. “Maine shayad galat soya, kuch kheench gaya hoga.” “Bura lagta hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gaur se dekhte hue, uska chehra peela. “Tu sure hai bas galat sona hai?” “Haan, Raj,” usne kaha, zabardasti muskurati hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chinta mat kar, main thik ho jaungi, bas apna breakfast kha.” 

Uski vague jawab mujhe curious bana rahe the, par maine nahi dabaya, hotel ka shor—plates ki khankhana, baatein—shanti ko bhar raha tha. Maa guilty lag rahi thi, chehra sharam se bhari, aankhein idhar udhar jati hui jaise darr tha koi uske dil ke raaz dekh lega. Mujhe nahi pata tha itni achhi subah mein woh aise kyun behave kar rahi thi.Main samajh sakta tha woh kal raat ke baare mein soch rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched mein, uske moans, uska samarpan, ab uspe ek bhari patthar ki tarah wazan daal raha tha, usse lag raha tha shayad usne galat kiya, maa ke role ka uski ban gayi randi se clash ho raha tha. 

Uska phone baar baar bajta raha, Mukesh ka naam screen pe flash karta hua, par woh har baar hang up karti thi, uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thi, hont tight, ringing uske gunaah ki yaad dilata hua, uska jawab na dena uski achanak usse reject karne ko dikhata tha. Hotel ka fan charkhata raha, coffee aur idli ki khushboo bhari, par Maa ki tension isse kaat rahi thi, uska gunaah har nervous nazar mein saaf.“Maa, Mukesh itna kyun call kar raha hai?” maine poocha, mango juice peete hue, use phir hang up karte dekha, uska haath kaamp raha tha. “Yeh important nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shaky, phone face-down rakhte hue. “Bas kuch baatein jo woh karna chahta hai, tujhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi.” “Par uska jawab kyun nahi deti? 

Subah bhi humne usse baat nahi ki, kya tujhe nahi lagta tujhe reply karna chahiye?” maine dabaya, confused, meri innocence mujhe curious bana rahi thi. “Kya woh tujhse naraaz hai ya kuch?” “Nahi, Raj, aisa nahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein uske untouched dosa pe. “Woh bas… zyada call kar raha hai, main baad mein dekh lungi.” “Usne kya kiya, Maa?” maine poocha, aage jhukte hue, uska discomfort mehsoos karta hua. “Kya usne tujhe gussa dilaya?” “Raj, bas kar itne sawal,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, phir naram. “Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, beta, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, thik hai? 

Bas chhod de.” “Woh achha kyun nahi hai, Maa?” maine poocha, na samajhte hue, mera dimag Mukesh ki muskaan ko yaad karta hua jab usne mujhe “achha Jedi” kaha tha. “Woh mere liye achha tha, usmein achanak kya galat ho gaya?” “Woh achha nahi hai, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram. “Woh aise kaam karta hai jo logon ke saath thik nahi jate, jo galat hain, par tu abhi chhota hai samajhne ke liye, toh please, bas chhod de.”Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, par maine haan mein sir hilaya, uske shabd accept karte hue, bhale hi woh mujhe confuse kar rahe the. 

Mujhe Maa aur Mukesh ki chudai dekhna pasand aa raha tha kal raat, mujhe lag raha tha yeh galat nahi, uski gaand ka hilna, uske moans ka thrill, par ab yeh ajeeb laga—uski achanak nafrat uske saath meri excitement se clash kar rahi thi, mujhe sawal utha rahi thi ki maine isse kyun pasand kiya jab woh ab use nahi chahti thi. Kuch galat tha.Uska chehra regret dikhata tha, jism tense, jaise woh kal raat ko mita dena chahti thi, par mujhe nahi samajh aaya kya badal gaya, usne ab usse nafrat kyun ki jab usne uske liye itna zor se moan kiya tha, 

“Aaaahhh uuhhh.” Hum ghar pahunche, hamara chhota sa ghar jismein aangan mein aam ka ped tha, hawa jasmine aur dhool ki khushboo se bhari. Papa kaam pe the, unka scooter gaya hua tha, aur main soch raha tha Maa der se aane ka kya bahaana degi, uski saree crumpled, chehra gunaah se bhara.Ghar shant tha, living room mein purana sofa aur framed family photos ke saath khali laga bina Maa ke usual baaton ke, uski sewing basket untouched. Dopahar mein, main bahar khel raha tha, football kheench raha tha, suraj meri gardan pe garam, jab main andar aaya aur Maa ko living room mein nahi dekha jahan woh aam taur pe TV dekhti ya silai karti thi.

Curious, main hall mein chala, meri sneakers tile pe squeak karti hui, aur uske bedroom se dheemi siskiyon ki awaaz sunayi di, darwaza locked, awaaz dheemi par saaf. Meri curiosity jal uthi, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, sochta hua ki woh kyun ro rahi thi, Mukesh ne kya kiya ki woh aisi ho gayi, uski cheekhon ki yaad uske aansuon ke saath mil rahi thi, mujhe uneasy kar rahi thi, mera thrill confusion mein badal raha tha.Maine kaan darwaze pe lagaya, Maa ko phone pe sunayi diya, awaaz tooti hui, clearly Mukesh se baat kar rahi thi, par mujhe uski awaaz nahi sunayi di kyunki Maa usse phone pe baat kar rahi thi.

“Nahi, Mukesh, yeh khatam hai, main yeh aur nahi kar sakti,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui. “Mera parivaar mera sab kuch hai, Arun, Raj, woh meri zindagi hain, main aise unka bharosa nahi tod sakti.”“Tune mujhe bura insaan bana diya, Mukesh, ek buri maa,” woh royi, awaaz kacchi. “Agar Raj ya Arun ko pata chala, sab kuch barbaad ho jayega, woh mujhe kabhi pehle jaisa nahi dekhenge, main unhe hamesha ke liye kho doongi.” 

“Tune mere sab ched ek randi ki tarah use kiye, main randi nahi banna chahti, main maa aur patni hoon, Mukesh, mera jism badal gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi.“Yeh galti thi, mujhe laga yeh achha lagta hai, par yeh galat hai, maine tujhe mujhe hadd se zyada dhakelne diya, mujhe isse rokna chahiye tha.” Phir woh chup rahi, uski baat sunti hui, phir jawab diya, “Mujhe nafrat thi kaise tune mujhe treat kiya, Mukesh, jaise main bas tere maze ke liye thi, main teri nahi hoon, main apne pati ki hoon, tera nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz chadhti hui. “Mujhe achhe sanskaar diye gaye the, apne pati ka sammaan karne, apne bete se pyar karne, ek respectable aurat hone ke, aise gande kaam karne ke nahi.”

“Main Raj ke liye best maa banna chahti hoon, Mukesh, mujhe chhod de, dobara call mat kar,” woh royi, awaaz desperate. “Mujhe sanskaaron ke saath bada kiya gaya tha, parivaar ko pehle rakha, pavitra rehna, aur maine sab kuch tujh ke liye phenk diya, main is sharam ke saath nahi jee sakti.” “Mera parivaar nahi toot sakta, Mukesh, main aisa nahi hone doongi,” usne kaha, awaaz aansuon ke bawajood mazboot.

“Ek shaadi-shuda aurat ko pata hota hai cheating galat hai jab uska dil tootne lagta hai, aur mera dil ab toot raha hai, jab main apne bete ka bharosa, apne pati ka pyar chhupta hua dekhti hoon, jab mujhe ehsaas hota hai maine khud ko kho diya.” “Main jhooth nahi bolungi, mujhe tujhse sex karna pasand tha aur maine enjoy kiya, par ab yeh khatam hai please, main apne purane tareeke mein apne parivaar ke saath wapas jana chahti hoon, tujhse nahi, tu mere liye ajnabi hai.”“Nahi, Mukesh, mujhe akela chhod de,” usne kaha, awaaz toot rahi thi. 

“Nahi, main khatam hoon, dobara call mat kar, main yeh nahi kar sakti.” Usne phone kaat diya, uski cheekhein aur tez ho gayi, darwaze ke aar se chubhti hui, mera seena tight kar rahi thi. Mujhe bura laga, dil bhari, samajh aaya woh apne gunaah ki wajah se ro rahi thi, Papa ke saath dhokha, uski sharam Mukesh se apne muh, chut aur meethi gaand chudwane ke liye, uska jism hamesha ke liye marked, uska pavitra maa ka role toot gaya.Ab mujhe samajh aaya ki us subah, jab usne mujhe jaldi se Mukesh ke flat se nikala, uska chehra tense, kadam tez, saree jaldi se daali hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne purse pakda, aankhein bedroom se bachti hui jahan usne “Aaaahhh uuhhh” moan kiya tha. 

Use der se ehsaas hua usne kya kiya, uski gaand loose, uski aatma dhokhe se bhari, der kyunki uska jism badal chuka tha, uska parivaar khatre mein.Yeh ajeeb tha—usne kal raat sex ko pasand kiya, uske moans tez, gaand hilti hui, par ab usne usse nafrat ki, uska achanak badlaav mujhe confuse kar raha tha, mera unki chudai ka thrill ab galat lag raha tha jab usne use reject kiya. Maine darwaza khatkhata, awaaz naram, “Maa, tu kyun ro rahi hai?” Meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mera dimag uski cheekhon ko replay karta hua, uske aansu ek mystery, mera dil uske gunaah ko pasand karne aur uske dard ko dekhne ke beech phansa hua.

Maa ne darwaza khola, chehra aansuon se geela, aankhein laal, saree crumpled, aur mujhe zor se gale lagaya, meri kandhe pe siskiyaan leti hui, jism kaamp raha tha. “Oh, Raj, beta,” woh royi, awaaz tooti hui. Usne mujhe living room mein le gayi, sofa pe baithayi, baithne mein takleef hui, uski gaand dard karti thi, aur main andar se muskuraya, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ke lund ne uski gaand barbaad kar di thi. 

Woh aur zor se royi, “Main buri maa rahi, Raj, tujhpe chillayi, teri baat nahi suni, waisi nahi rahi jaisi honi chahiye, mujhe maaf kar.”“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, uske haath pe thapki dete hue, awaaz naram. “Tu abhi bhi meri Maa hai, main tujhse pyar karta hoon.” Mujhe pata tha woh randi thi, uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand aur muh uske lund se marked, ek sach jo woh mita nahi sakti, meri aankhon mein uski pavitra tasveer toot gayi, uske aansu uske dhokhe ko chhupa nahi sakte the. 

“Papa ko mat batana main kisi ke saath thi, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz dheemi, aansu pochti hui. “Yeh important hai, beta, hamare parivaar ke khushi ke liye.”“Tu kiske saath thi, Maa? Mujhe samajh nahi aaya,” maine poocha, confused, meri innocence mujhe push karti hui. “Kya Mukesh ke saath?” “Kisi ke saath nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein farsh pe. “Bas… Papa ko mat batana, thik hai? Ghar mein cheezein mushkil ho jayengi.” “Mukesh ne kya kiya, Maa?” maine dabaya, aage jhukte hue, uska dard mehsoos karta hua. “Tu itni udaas kyun hai?” “Raj, please,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram. 

“Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, bas mujhpe bharosa kar, Papa ko mat batana.” “Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gale lagate hue, awaaz naram. “Main nahi bataunga, mat ro.” Maine use tasalli di, par mujhe uska raaz pata tha, uske ched doosre mard ne chode, uske aansu isse nahi badal sakte, mera thrill uske gunaah se clash kar raha tha. Us sham, Papa ghar aaye, shirt kaam se crumpled, engine oil ki khushboo, chehra thaka hua par khush.“Rekha, kal raat tu der se kyun aayi?” usne poocha, apna bag rakhte hue, awaaz curious. “Main ruk gayi thi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhar rahi thi. 

“Kuch nahi, bas thodi der ho gayi, chinta mat kar.” “Kya baat hai, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, uske bagal mein sofa pe baithte hue, haath uske kandhe pe. “Tu kyun ro rahi hai? Bata kya hua.”“Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui, chehra pochti hui. “Main bas chahti hoon hamara parivaar mazboot rahe, main tujhe ya Raj ko kabhi dard nahi doongi.” “Dard dene ki baat kyun?” Papa ne poocha, confused, bhaun chipak gayi. “Rekha, kya ho raha hai? Tu mujhe dara rahi hai.” “Main hamare parivaar se pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa royi, awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main chahti hoon hum saath rahen, main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, kasam se.” “Dhokha? Rekha, tu aisa kyun bol rahi hai?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz chinta se bhari, uske aansu pochta hua. “Kya baat hai jo tujhe aise behave karne pe majboor kar rahi hai?”“Main thik hoon, Arun,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aansu girte hue. “Main bas… tujhse pyar karti hoon, main chahti hoon hum khush rahen, bas.” Agar Papa ko pata hota Maa ne kya kiya—uski gaand Mukesh ne chodi, uske moans, uska muh uske gande lund pe—woh use gale nahi lagata, uski cheekhon ko nahi sunta, use dhakka deta, dil uske dhokhe se toot jata, bharosa chhinn-bhinn. 

Papa dil ka saaf, mehnati tha, yakeen karta tha Maa uski pyari patni hai, par woh ek pretender thi, pavitra jaisi ro rahi thi jabki apne randi kaam chhupa rahi thi, uska jism doosre mard se marked, uske aansu uske raaz ko chhupane ka mask.“Bata, Rekha,” Papa ne dabaya, awaaz naram par mazboot. “Kya baat hai, tu aisi kyun hai?” “Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, dodge karti hui, awaaz kamzor. “Main chahti hoon hum romantic date pe jayein, tu, main, Raj, jaise hamara hill station trip, yaad hai?” “Date?” Papa ne poocha, hairaan, aankhein badi. “Tu ro rahi hai aur date ki baat kar rahi hai, Rekha, kya ho raha hai?”

“Bata mujhe tu mujhse pyar karta hai, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aur zor se roti hui, uska haath pakadte hue. “Mujhe sunna hai, please.” “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused par naram. “Par tu itni ajeeb kyun behave kar rahi hai?” “Main bhi tujhse pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aansu behte hue. “Main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, tu mera sab kuch hai, hamara parivaar meri zindagi hai.” Main andar se hasa, uske yeh kehte hue ki woh kabhi dhokha nahi degi, jaanta hua uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand loose, uska muh ganda, uske shabd jhooth. 

Papa confused the, chehra chinta dikhata hua, soch raha tha woh itni emotional kyun thi, uska bharosa uske gunaah ke liye andha. Us raat, Maa Papa ke saath sex chahti thi, awaaz naram jab usne use bedroom mein khincha, darwaza aadha khula. Main chhupkar hall mein dekha, par unka sex dull tha, dheemi harkatein, Maa ke “Aaaahhh uuhhh” jaise moans nahi jo Mukesh ke saath the.

Mera lund sakht nahi hua, dil tezi se nahi dhadka, yeh kaam Mukesh ke gaand chudai, uske jism ke wild hilne ke muqable mein boring tha. Main chahta tha woh Mukesh ke saath wapas jaye, randi ki tarah chudi jaye, uski gaand hilti hui, cheekhein tez, Papa ke naram chhuan se thrill khatam. Mujhe laga main bura ban raha hoon, gande kaam ki chahat, chahta tha Maa phir se Mukesh ki randi bane, mera dimag twisted, innocence khatam hoti hui.Baad mein, Papa ne doggystyle maanga, woh chahta tha Maa jhukkar chude, awaaz utsaah se bhari, “Rekha, chalo aise karte hain, bahut din ho gaye jab maine teri chut chodi jab tu jhuki hui thi, mujhe apni patni ki badi gaand is position mein dekhna pasand hai.” 

Maa tense ho gayi, chehra peela, “Nahi, Arun, main thak gayi hoon, main ab jhuk nahi sakti.” Woh jhagde, Papa ki awaaz chadhi, “Kyun nahi, Rekha? Bas hum dono hain, kya problem hai?”Maa ne jhatka diya, “Maine kaha nahi, Arun, main nahi kar sakti, main thak gayi hoon, bas mujhe upar aakar chod, main doggystyle mein nahi jhuk sakti.” Mujhe pata tha kyun—use darr tha Papa uski loose gaand dekh lega agar woh doggystyle mein jhuki, uski gaand Mukesh ne stretch ki thi, uske dhokhe ka saboot us position mein saaf, uska jism uske raaz ko betray karta hua.Agar woh doggystyle mein jhuk jati, uski gaand ka ched khula hota kyunki woh loose thi, toh Papa sochta ki uski gaand itni loose kyun hai jabki usne kabhi uski gaand nahi chodi.Papa ne aah bhari, “Mujhe maaf kar, Rekha, main tujhe push nahi karna chahiye tha.” Usne use peeth pe letakar choda, kaam tez, das minute se bhi kam, koi passion nahi, bas chupke se grunts, phir woh so gaye, bistar mushkil se charkhata hua, kamra andhera, hawa Maa ke chhupe gunaah se bhari.

[Mahendra_]

Maa ke Mukesh ke samne poore samarpan ka thrill mujhmein daud gaya jab main muskuraya, bathroom ki taraf chalta hua, jaanta hua ki uski gaand khatam ho chuki thi, uski gandi chahat ne hamesha ke liye badal di, uska jism uske relentless lund se reshaped, uska dhokha poora, yeh soch mujhe excite kar rahi thi jab unka gunaah mujhpe chha gaya, mera dil isse achha maan raha tha, mera dimag gande khayalon se bhar gaya.


Uska jism badal gaya tha—uske boobs bade ho gaye, blouse ke khilaaf strain karte hue, uski gaand aur moti ho gayi, saree ke neeche jhoolti hui, Mukesh ki relentless chudai ka nateeja, uska lund uske curves ko shape karta hua, uske ched uske liye stretch kiye gaye.

   




Main gussa tha, mera seena do hafte se tight, use Mukesh se chudte na dekhne ki wajah se, uski hilti gaand aur tez moans ka thrill chala gaya, meri raatein us raaz ke bina dull jo mujhe pasand tha. Maa ne apna affair Papa se chhupaya, dinner pe zabardasti muskaan, awaaz naram jab woh Papa se unke kaam ke baare mein poochti thi, aankhein jhuk jati jab woh zyada der dekhte, uski loose gaand aur gande muh ka gunaah uske pavitra act ke neeche dabaya hua, ghar uske raaz ke wazan se shant, aangan se jasmine ki khushboo uski chhupi sharam se clash karti hui.


Ek raat Papa kaam ke liye bahar gaye aur do din ke liye nahi the. Ghar shant tha siwaye ticking clock aur door kisi kutte ke bhonkne ke. Main so raha tha par Maa ki cheekhein aur moans uske bedroom se sunayi di aur main jag gaya. Uski awaaz tez thi aur woh chillayi, “Ooh haan Mukesh mujhe chod!” hall ke aar paar. Usne uske shabd moan kiye jaise “Aaaahhh uuhhh Mukesh aur zor se!” aur “Tera lund itna bada hai meri gaand bhar de!”

Uski awaaz chahat se bhari thi aur waisi hi thi jaise Mukesh ke flat wali raat. Mera dil tezi se dhadka aur main sochne laga kaise woh uske liye cheekh sakti thi jab usne use block kiya tha aur nafrat ki thi. Main utha aur mere nange pair tile pe thande lage. Main uske kamre tak chala aur dekha usne darwaza poora band nahi kiya tha. 

Wooden frame thoda khula tha aur nightlight ki roshni bahar nikal rahi thi.Main andar gaya aur meri aankhein dheemi roshni ke aadi hui. Maine Maa ko uske bistar pe dekha, safed satin dress mein. Kapda patla tha aur uske curves pe chipka hua. Uske boobs bahar nikle hue the aur uski moti gaand dikh rahi thi jab woh peeth ke bal leti thi. Woh gehri neend mein thi aur shayad sapna dekh rahi thi, uske haath uski jaanghon ko pakde hue the aur boobs ko dabaye hue.

Uski ungliyaan uski khaal mein dab rahi thi aur uska jism hil raha tha jab woh Mukesh ka naam moan karti thi. Usne kaha, “Ooh haan Mukesh meri gaand chod!” aur “Aaaahhh uuhhh Mukesh aur gehra!” Iska matlab tha woh uska sapna dekh rahi thi aur uska dimag uske lund ko uski gaand mein ya uske rough haathon ko uske jism pe nahi chhod sakta tha. Woh yaad kar rahi thi kaise usne uski gaand chodi. Jo maza usne diya woh Papa nahi de sakte the.

Uska dimag ganda kaam chahta tha aur uska jism uske lund se marked tha. Uska pavitra act neend mein toot gaya aur andar ki randi dikhi. Uske moans ka matlab tha woh uska control aur gandi chahat miss karti thi. Main muskuraya aur khush hua kyunki mera dil excitement se dhadka. Maa Mukesh se nahi bhaag sakti thi aur uska jism aur dimag abhi bhi Mukesh ke the.Woh ganda kaam jo mujhe pasand tha uske sapnon mein zinda tha. 

Usne neend mein apni chut ragdi aur uska haath uski panty ke andar tha. Uski ungliyaan tezi se hili aur uske moans tez the kyunki uska jism Mukesh ka lund chahta tha. Uski gaand aur chut usse accept karne ke liye trained thi aur maza itna mazboot tha ki bhool nahi sakti thi.Iska matlab tha woh fasi hui thi aur uska gunaah uski chahat se lad raha tha. Uska jism uske achhe iraadon ko dhokha de raha tha aur uske sapne use wapas us flat mein kheench rahe the jahan woh “Aaaahhh uuhhh” cheekhi thi. Main aur paas gaya aur mera dil zor se dhadka. 

Maine uske baazu pakde use jagane ke liye aur dheere se kaha, “Maa uth, tu thik hai?”Woh hili aur uski aankhein dheere se khuli. Woh confused lag rahi thi jaise kisi ne use gehre sapne se kheench liya ho. Uska chehra laal tha aur saans bhari. Usne dekha uska satin dress uski kamar tak utha hua tha aur uske haath uski panty ke andar the. Uski ungliyaan uski chut ragadne se geeli thi aur yeh dikhata tha uska sapna kitna mazboot tha.Uska jism Mukesh ke liye uski chahat ko act out kar raha tha. Usne jaldi se apna dress neeche kheench liya aur haath panty se baahar nikala. 


Uska chehra sharam se laal ho gaya aur usne chhupane ki koshish ki jo usne kiya. Woh darr gayi ki maine zyada dekh liya aur uska achha act dhal raha tha jab woh baith gayi. Uski choodiyaan nervously khanak gayi. “Raj beta tu yahan kya kar raha hai?”Maa ne poocha aur uski awaaz kaamp rahi thi. Usne apna dress smooth kiya aur uski aankhein badi thi. “Maine tujhe cheekhte suna Maa,” maine kaha aur bistar ke paas khada raha. Main masoom tha par curious. “Tu thik hai? Tu Mukesh ka naam le rahi thi.” “Kya?” Maa ne kaha aur uski awaaz tez thi par phir naram ho gayi. 

Uska chehra peela ho gaya. “Bas ek sapna tha Raj, kuch real nahi.”“Tu ‘Mukesh mujhe chod’ kyun bol rahi thi?” maine poocha aur sir jhukaya. Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh shabd ka matlab kya hai par maine pretend kiya. “Kya tu use miss karti hai?” “Nahi beta main use miss nahi karti,” usne jaldi kaha aur aankhein doosri taraf kar li. “Bas ek bura sapna tha, chinta mat kar.” “Tu kaisa sapna dekh rahi thi Maa?” maine poocha aur bistar ke kinare baith gaya. “Tune uska naam bahut baar liya jaise ‘ooh haan Mukesh aur zor se.’”“Raj!” Maa ne kaha aur shock mein thi. Usne apna muh haath se dhak liya. “Kya maine sach mein yeh kaha? Bata maine aur kya kaha.” 


“Tune kaha ‘Mukesh mujhe chod’ aur ‘meri gaand bhar de,’” maine masoomiyat se kaha aur confused tha. “Chodna aur gaand kya hota hai Maa?” “Yeh bura shabd hai Raj,” usne vaguely kaha aur nazar hata li. “Ise mat bol, thik hai? Bas bata maine aur kya kaha.”“Tune kaha ‘tera lund itna bada hai Mukesh,’” maine kaha aur awaaz naram thi. “Tu uske baare mein kyun sapna dekh rahi thi?” “Raj ruk,” usne kaha aur mera muh dheere se pakda. Uska haath kaamp raha tha. “Yeh shabd mat bol beta, yeh achhe nahi aur kisi ko mat batana, khaas kar Papa ko. Ghar mein cheezein kharab ho jayengi.”“Kyun Maa?” maine poocha aur peeche hata. Main confused tha. 

“Papa ko kyun nahi bata sakta tu Mukesh ke baare mein sapna dekh rahi thi?” “Kyunki yeh bas ek sapna tha Raj,” usne kaha aur awaaz mazboot par kaamp rahi thi. “Iska koi matlab nahi aur Papa ko jaanne ki zaroorat nahi. Woh bekaar mein udaas ho jayenge.” “Par tu Mukesh ka naam kyun le rahi thi?”maine phir poocha aur masoomiyat se dabaya. “Kya tu use dobara dekhna chahti hai?” “Nahi Raj main nahi chahti,” usne kaha aur awaaz tez par phir naram. “Yeh ek galti thi beta, bas ek sapna. Main use apni zindagi mein nahi chahti.” “Shayad tujhe use dekhna chahiye Maa,” maine kaha aur awaaz naram thi. “Woh mere liye achha tha aur mujhe meri lightsaber moves ke liye achha Jedi kaha.”“Nahi Raj aisa nahi hoga,” usne kaha aur sir hila diya. 

“Woh achha insaan nahi hai beta, is baare mein baat nahi karte.” Maine uska phone bistar pe dekha aur screen abhi bhi on thi. Ispe ek paused video thi jismein ek aurat ki gaand chodi ja rahi thi. Meri Maa porn dekh rahi thi. Tasveer saaf thi aur aurat ka chehra maze mein twisted tha.Porn mein dikhaya ki aurat ka gaand ka ched chauda stretch hua tha. Maa ne mujhe dekhte dekha aur jaldi phone pakad liya. Usne ise takiye ke neeche chhupa diya aur uska chehra laal ho gaya. 

Woh darr gayi ki maine uska raaz dekh liya aur uska gunaah saaf tha jab usne achha banne ki koshish ki.“Maine aur kya kaha Raj?” usne poocha aur awaaz dheemi aur nervous. “Tune kaha ‘aur gehra Mukesh,’” maine masoomiyat se kaha. “Aur ‘mujhe de.’ Tu woh video kyun dekh rahi thi Maa?”“Kuch nahi beta,” usne jaldi kaha aur meri aankhon se bachi. “Yeh adult cheez hai, tujhe iski chinta nahi karni. Bas wapas so ja.” “Papa ko mat batana, thik hai?” usne kaha aur awaaz maangne wali thi. “Yeh important hai Raj, hamare parivaar ke khushi ke liye.” 


“Thik hai Maa,” maine kaha aur haan mein sir hilaya jab main khada hua. “Main nahi bataunga.” Main muskuraya jab apne bedroom ki taraf wapas chala aur mera dil halka laga.Mujhe pata tha Maa Mukesh ko bhool nahi sakti aur uske sapne uske lund se bhare the. Uska jism uski chudai chahta tha aur uska achha act jhooth tha. Papa use Mukesh bhulwa nahi sakte kyunki Papa ka naram sex boring tha aur Mukesh ke rough pounding se match nahi kar sakta tha. 


Uski gaand stretch ho chuki thi aur uske moans tez the aur uska jism Mukesh ko chahne ke liye trained tha kyunki sirf Mukesh uske ched sambhaal sakta tha.Main khush tha ki Maa Papa ke saath wapas thi aur khana banati aur muskurati thi. Par mujhe Mukesh ka usse chodna miss hota tha aur uski hilti gaand aur tez cheekhon ka thrill. Ganda kaam meri chahat tha aur mera dimag unke gunaah se twisted ho gaya tha aur meri masoomiyat khatam ho rahi thi. 


Agli subah Maa nahaa rahi thi aur bathroom ka darwaza thoda khula tha.Pani ke behne ki awaaz dheemi moans ke saath mili thi par usne Mukesh ka naam nahi liya. Usne chupke se “aaahhh” awaazein nikali aur awaaz dheemi aur secret thi. Woh subah moan karti thi na ki raat ko kyunki din uske gunaah ko chhupata tha. Uski chahat tab nikli jab usne socha koi nahi sun raha aur woh khana banane aur kaam mein busy thi.Main dheere se paas gaya aur mera dil tezi se dhadka. Maine darwaze ki daraar se jhaanka aur steam bhari thi aur soap ki khushboo thi. Uski peeth meri taraf thi aur uski badi gaand shower ke neeche chamak rahi thi. Curves perfect the aur thoda hile jab woh hili. Maine socha Mukesh kitna lucky tha uski badi gaand chodne ke liye aur uska lund uski loose gaand mein dhasa hua tha. 

Uski cheekhein uske flat mein bhari thi. Woh masturbate kar rahi thi aur uski ungliyaan uski gaand mein thi.


  


Usne soap ka istemal kiya unhe andar slide karne ke liye aur uske moans naram the jaise “Ooh itna achha aur gehra” aur “Haan mujhe bhar de.” Uski awaaz chahat se bhari thi aur uska jism Mukesh ke diya stretch crave karta tha. Main shock mein tha aur meri aankhein badi thi. Uski fingering dikhati thi woh uske lund ko uski gaand mein miss karti thi aur uska jism us mehsoos ke addict tha.


Soap uske slick lund jaisa tha aur uske moans ka matlab tha woh usse bhaag nahi sakti. Mera lund bada ho gaya aur throb kiya jab maine uski moti gaand aur ungliyaan dekhi. Yeh nazara mujhe pagal kar gaya aur main chahta tha Mukesh ab use chode taaki woh pehle jaisa cheekhe. Unke gunaah ka thrill mujhpe chha gaya aur main chahta tha use phir se uski randi ke roop mein dekhoon.“Maa tu andar thik hai?” maine bulaya aur awaaz naram aur curious thi. Main sunna chahta tha woh kya kahegi. “Main thik hoon Raj,” usne kaha aur awaaz tez aur chalaak thi. 

  

Pani behta raha. “Bas naha rahi hoon aur jaldi bahar aaungi breakfast banane.” “Sure hai Maa?” maine kaha aur masoom laga. “Tu alag sound kar rahi hai jaise tu thik nahi hai.”“Kuch nahi beta,” usne kaha aur awaaz shant par thodi strained. “Bas pani ka shor hai. Kitchen mein ja wait kar, main jaldi aaungi.” Mujhe pata tha woh Mukesh ko bhool nahi sakti aur uska jism uske lund se marked tha. Uski gaand loose thi aur uske sapne aur ungliyaan dikhati thi uska achha act nakli tha. Mukesh ne use bhoolna na-mumkin kar diya aur uski rough chudai aur gandi chahat ne uske jism aur dimag ko shape kiya.Uski ched Mukesh ko chahne ke liye trained the chahe woh Papa ke saath kitna bhi roye. 


Ek din main college se ghar aaya aur mera backpack bhari tha. Suraj garam tha aur peeche ek car ne horn bajaya. Ek aadmi ne bulaya, “Raj mera achha Jedi!” Main palta aur mera dil uchal gaya. Yeh Mukesh tha aur uski muskaan chaudi thi. 


Woh ek dhool bhari kaali car se jhuka aur uski aankhein chamak rahi thi.Woh wahi aadmi tha jisne meri lightsaber moves ki taareef ki thi. Main khush tha aur meri muskaan badi thi. Uski wapsi ka thrill mujhmein daud gaya aur mujhe pata tha woh woh ganda kaam laa sakta tha jo mujhe pasand tha. Maa ki gaand hilti aur uski cheekhein tez hoti aur woh gunaah jo main chahta tha phir se zinda ho jata

[Mahendra_]

Mukesh ke wapas aane ka josh mujhme tufaan ki tarah utha, meri muskaan chaudi thi jab main dhool bhari sadak par khada tha, suraj meri gardan ko jala raha tha, hawa mein taley hue pakoron ki khushboo aur rickshaw ke diesel ka dhuaan bhara tha, jo horn bajate hue nikal rahe the. 

Mukesh ki dhool bhari kaali gaadi sadak ke kinare ruk gayi, uski chaudi muskaan khuli khidki se chamki, uski aankhein usi bhookh se chamak rahi thi jo maine us raat uske flat mein dekhi thi jab usne Mom ki gaand chodi, uske mote gaalon ka hilna, uske "Aaaahhh uuhhh" ke cheekhein mere dimaag mein goonj rahi thi. Sadak par dukaandaaron ke chillane aur raahgiron ki baaton ka shor tha, par mera dil us gande paap ke liye dhadak raha tha jo mujhe chahiye tha—Mom ki gaand Mukesh ke lund ke neeche hilti hui, uski cheekhein zor se, woh ganda kaam jo mere jawaan dimaag ko kuchh andhera, kuchh rok na sake aisa bana diya.

"Hey, Raj, mera acha Jedi!" Mukesh ne pukara, mujhe haath se bulaya, uski awaaz garam thi par usme ek chhupi hui chalaaki thi, jaise woh mere raaz ko jaanta ho. "Bahut time ho gaya, chhote yodha. Mera pasandeeda lightsaber fighter kaisa hai?" "Mukesh!" main chillaya, gaadi ki taraf daudta hua, mera backpack kandhon par uchal raha tha, mera dil josh se dhadak raha tha. "Main tumhe dekhkar itna khush hoon! Tumhe bahut yaad kiya. Itne din kahan gaye?"

"Kaam mein ulajh gaya tha, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par sochi samjhi, gaadi ka darwaza mere liye kholta hua. "Par main apne Jedi partner ke baare mein sochta raha. Chal, andar baith, mere ghar chalte hain, thodi baat karenge. Koi nayi lightsaber chal dikhaani hai?" "Main practice karta raha hoon," maine kaha, agle seat par chadhta hua, meri awaaz joshili par sharmili, garam leather meri jaanghon se chipak rahi thi, gaadi mein purane cigarette, chandan, aur Mukesh ke musky cologne ki boo aayi. 

"Maine ek naya spin banaya lightsaber ke saath. Umeed hai tumhe pasand hoga." "Yahi sunna chahiye, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskaan garam, uska haath mere baalon ko sehlata hua, jaise main uska apna beta hoon, uska sparsh mazboot par meherbaan, mujhe khaas lagne laga. "Chal, is garmi se nikalte hain aur thodi masti karte hain, jaise purane dinon mein." "Thik hai, Mukesh," maine kaha, seatbelt lagate hue, mera dil ummeed se dhadak raha tha jab engine gurraya. Gaadi chali, afra-tafri bhari sadakon se hote hue, dukaandaar taza aamon ke liye chillaye, rickshaw tezi se nikal rahe the, hawa dhool aur masalaon se bhari thi. Mukesh ek haath se gaadi chalaya, doosra haath mere kandhe par, uski ungliyan mazboot, jaise woh mujhe apni duniya mein le ja raha ho.

 "Tu bada ho raha hai, Raj," usne kaha, mujhe gaurav bhari nazar se dekhte hue. "Mazboot bhi, shart laga sakta hoon. Sith se ladne ko tayyar?" "Shayad," maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, meri chhati uske dhyan se phool rahi thi. "Main bahut practice kiya hai. Main ek mahaan Jedi banna chahta hoon, jaise tumne kaha tha main ban sakta hoon."Uski hansi gaadi mein goonj gayi, gehri aur protsahit karne wali, mujhe laga jaise main khaas hoon, Dad ke thake hue aankhon aur boring naukri ke ulat. "Wahi josh hai, bacche. Aaj hum achha time bitayenge," usne kaha, uski awaaz ek baap jaisi, mujhe apne paas kheenchti hui, mujhe laga jaise main yahan ka hoon.

Hum uske flat pahunch gaye, wahi chhota sa ghar jismein cream rang ki deewarein ukhad rahi thi aur phoolon wale parde fike pad gaye the, hawa mein jeera aur dhaniya ki khushboo thi jo usne pehle khana banaya tha. Ek peetal ka diya kone mein halki roshni de raha tha, sofa rang-birange cushions se dhansa hua tha, jo purane par swagatkarthe the. Mukesh ne mujhe ek thanda aam ka juice diya ek kharoch wale glass mein, uska meetha swad meri jeebh par tez tha jab hum sofa par baithe, cushions humare neeche dab gaye. Woh ek baap ki tarah muskura raha tha, uski aankhein garam, mujhe surakshit lagne laga, jaise yeh mera asli ghar ho.  

"Chal, dikha apne lightsaber skills, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, kone se ek lakdi ka danda uthakar mujhe fek diya, uski muskaan chaudi aur khel-khel mein. "Dikha ek Jedi kaise dark side se ladta hai. Galaxy ko bachane ko tayyar hai?" "Main tayyar hoon," maine kaha, danda dono haathon se pakadte hue, mera dil josh se dhadak raha tha jab maine usse lightsaber ki tarah hilaya, Star Wars jaisi whooshing awaaz nikalte hue. Main kamre mein ghooma, ek imaginary Sith lord se ladte hue, ek imaginary laser blast ke upar se koodte hue, mere sneakers tile floor par chik-chik kiye. 

Dhoop khidki se aayi, floor chamak raha tha, parde hawa mein halke se hil rahe the, masalaon ki halki si khushboo le aaye. Mukesh ne tali bajayi aur halla kiya, uski awaaz gaurav se bharpoor, jaise main uska beta hoon jo perfect move dikha raha ho."Tu kamaal hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, sofa par wapas baithte hue, uski muskaan chaudi par aankhein soch mein doobi, jaise woh kuch gehra soch raha ho. "Sabse acha Jedi jo maine dekha hai. Yeh moves sachmein khaas hain." Woh aage jhuka, uski awaaz naram, dheere se naye topic mein gaya. "Tu jaanta hai, aise khelna mujhe achhe pal yaad dilata hai, Raj. Tere aur teri mom ke saath waqt. Woh kaisi hai? Bahut time se nahi dekha, soch raha hoon woh kaisi hai."Main danda rakh diya, uske paas baith gaya, mere haath meri god mein chhote-chhote harkat kar rahe the, sharmahat aur josh ka mishran ubal raha tha. 

Main chahta tha Mukesh Mom ko phir khush kare, woh cheekhein aur hilti hui gaand jo main bhool nahi saka. "Woh thik hai, shayad," maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, uski taraf dekhte hue. "Woh ghar par Dad ke saath hoti hai, par kabhi-kabhi udaas lagti hai. Woh pehle jaisi nahi muskurati.""Udaas?" Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz naram, aankhein sikud gayi jaise woh puzzle jod raha ho. "Yeh sunna dukh deta hai, bacche. Teri mom itni kamaal aurat hai, zindagi se bhari hui. Usne kabhi mera zikr kiya, shayad bataya kyun udaas hai? Mujhe uske saath waqt bitana yaad aata hai." "Woh tumhare baare mein zyada nahi bolti," maine kaha, apne haathon ko dekhte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadka jab maine jhooth bola taaki usse uski taraf dhakel sakoon. "Par mujhe lagta hai woh tumhe yaad karti hai. Ek raat, woh sapna dekh rahi thi aur tumhara naam zor se le rahi thi, jaise kuchh… josh mein thi."Mukesh ki aankhein chaudi ho gayi, ek chingaari uske chehre par chamki jab woh paas aaya. "Sapna dekh rahi thi aur mera naam le rahi thi? Yeh dilchasp hai, Raj. Usne kya kaha? Woh sapne mein khush thi ya kya?" 

"Woh zor se thi, jaise kuchh gehra mehsoos kar rahi ho," maine kaha, meri awaaz kapkapayi, mera dimaag uski cheekhein yaad kar raha tha, "Ooh Mukesh, meri gaand chod!" us raat ki. "Usne kaha ‘Mukesh, tu itna acha hai’ aur ‘aur karo.’ Mujhe jagaya, itni zor se thi." "Yeh dilchasp hai, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi aur joshili, paas aate hue, uski muskaan chalaak par sambhali hui. "Woh bed par hili thi, shayad muskurayi thi? Us sapne ke baare mein aur bata, Raj.""Woh bed par palat rahi thi, uske haath uski dress par," maine kaha, sar hilaate hue, mere gaal garam hote hue jab maine uske haathon ko uski panty mein dekha, uski chut ragadte hue. "Woh aise kyun sapna dekh rahi thi, Mukesh?" "Raj, mere ladke," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par maqsad se bhari, uski aankhein meri aankhon se judi hui jaise ek guru shishya ko samjha raha ho. 

"Teri mom aur main bahut kareeb the. Woh mere liye khaas hai, aur humne pal bitaye jo usse zinda mehsoos karaye. Tu kya sochta hai, kya woh sirf tere dad se khush hai, ya usse mere jaisa koi chahiye apni chamak wapas laane ke liye? "Main nigla, confused dikhne ka natak kiya taaki Mom ka raaz chhupa saku, mera dil uske shabdon ke josh se dhadak raha tha. "Mujhe nahi pata," maine kaha, meri awaaz kapkapayi. "Woh Dad se shaadi shuda hai, toh usse uske saath rehna chahiye, na? Kya yeh galat nahi hai uske itna kareeb hona?" "Yeh galat nahi hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz shant par mazboot, jaise woh ek sach khol raha ho. "Kabhi-kabhi teri mom jaisi aurat ko ek se zyada mard chahiye poora mehsoos karne ke liye. Tera dad acha hai, par teri mom aur mere beech kuchh khaas tha, kuchh jo usse cheekhne diya, usse khush kiya. Main phir uska dost banna chahta hoon, par usne mera phone block kar diya. Tujhe pata hai usne aisa kyun kiya?"

"Usne kaha woh Dad ke saath rehna chahti hai," maine kaha, zameen ki taraf dekhte hue, mera dimaag uski gaand ke uske lund se chhoti hui tasveer par chala gaya. "Usne mujhe kaha woh family par focus karna chahti hai, ab tumse baat nahi karegi. Usne tumhe kyun block kiya, Mukesh?" Mukesh ne aah bhari, sofa par peeche jhukte hue, uska chehra udaasi aur chahat ka mishran, uski aankhein door tak gayi. "Woh achhi mom aur patni banna chahti hai, main samajhta hoon. Woh tujhe aur tere dad se pyar karti hai, par dil ke andar, usse kuchh chahiye jo sirf main de sakta hoon. Humne maza kiya, Raj, asli maza jo usse zinda mehsoos karaya. Tu kabhi usse alag dekha, jaise woh kuchh chhupa rahi ho?" "Woh thik hai, par pehle jaisi nahi," maine kaha, uski udaas aankhein dinner ke waqt yaad aayi, uski zabardasti ki muskaan uske loose gaand ke gunah ko chhupati hui. 

"Woh khana banati hai aur kaam karti hai, par zyadatar chup rehti hai. Woh tumhari dost kyun nahi banna chahti?" "Yeh uljhan bhara hai, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, uski aankhein soch mein doobi jab usne apni thodi ragdi. "Bade log aise faisle lete hain jo unhe sahi lagte hain, par unka jism kuchh aur chahta hai. Teri mom aur mere beech ek khaas rishta tha. Humne aise cheezein ki jo usse hasaya, cheekhaya, uski gaand hilayi jaise kuchh aur nahi. Janna chahta hai humne kya kiya?" Mera dil ek baar ruka, gandi tasveerein mere dimaag mein bhar gayi, par maine masoom natak kiya, meri aankhein chaudi. "Kaisi cheezein?" maine poochha, meri awaaz naram, mera lund uske uski gaand chodne ke khayal se hil raha tha.Mukesh ne muskura diya, uski aankhein sharaarat se chamki jab woh paas aaya, uski awaaz sochi samjhi. "Humne khel khele, wild baaton ke baare mein baat ki, maza kiya jo usse azaad kiya. Idhar aa, Raj, mujhe tujhe kuchh dikhana hai." 

Woh khada hua, mujhe ek chhoti table ki taraf ishara kiya jahan uska phone rakha tha, screen chamak rahi thi. Usne usse tap kiya, ek video khola, aur mera pet palat gaya jab maine Mom ko screen par dekha, uski saree upar uthi hui, uski moti gaand hil rahi thi jab Mukesh usse peeche se choda, uski cheekhein zor aur bechain, "Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur gehra!" "Yeh kya hai?" maine poochha, meri awaaz tez, shock ka natak karte hue, haalaanki maine yeh scene uske bedroom ke darwaze ki darar se dekha tha, uski gaand uske lund se chaudi hui, uski cheekhein flat mein goonj rahi thi."Yeh teri mom hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par bina sharm ke, uski aankhein screen par tiki hui. "Yeh dekha kitni khush thi woh mere saath, bacche. Dekh uski gaand, kaise hilti hai, kaise mere lund ke liye maangti hai. Woh zinda thi, mere liye cheekh rahi thi." 

"Par yeh Mom hai!" maine kaha, meri awaaz toot rahi thi, ghabrahat ka natak karte hue, mera lund mere shorts mein sakht hota ja raha tha jab maine uski gaand ko hilte dekha, wahi video jo maine pehle dekha tha, uska loose ched uske lund ko le raha tha. "Usse yeh Dad ke saath karna chahiye, tumse nahi! Kya yeh galat nahi hai?" "Nahi, bacche, yeh galat nahi hai," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz sthir, uska haath mere kandhe par, mujhe sambhalte hue. "Teri mom yeh chahti thi, Raj. Uski gaand mere lund ke liye bani thi, jaise woh chaudi hui, jaise woh aur maang rahi thi. Tera dad bahut naram hai, usse woh nahi de sakta jo usse chahiye. Woh mere liye maang rahi thi, uske liye nahi."

"Woh yeh kyun chahegi?" maine poochha, meri awaaz kapkapayi, confusion ka natak karte hue, mera lund dhadak raha tha jab maine screen ko dekha, uski gaand tel se chamak rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske loose ched mein zor se ghus raha tha.Mukesh paas aaya, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi, uski aankhein teevra. "Woh ek natural randi hai, Raj. Tu jaanta hai randi kya hoti hai? Ek aurat jo chodne ke liye jeeti hai, jiski ched bharne ki zarurat hoti hai, jo asli mard ka lund chahti hai. Teri mom aisi hai—janmi hai lene ke liye, cheekhne ke liye. Uski gaand, uski chut, uska muh, yeh sab mere liye bane hain.""Randi kya hoti hai?" maine poochha, masoom natak karte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadka jab uske shabd mere andar samaye, mujhe Mom ko alag nazar se dekhne par majboor kiya, meri neeti uski gandi soch ke neeche girne lagi." Ek randi ek aurat hai jo mazze ke liye jeeti hai, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskaan chaudi, uski aankhein gaurav se jal rahi thi. 

"Teri mom meri randi hai, Raj. Usse pasand hai jab main uski gaand chodu, jab main usse cheekhata hoon. Woh wild hone ke liye bani hai, mera lund gehra lene ke liye. Tu kabhi usse kuchh aisa karte dekha jo dikhaaye woh kuchh chahti hai?"Main nigla, mera dimaag ghuma, uski bathroom mein apni gaand mein ungli karte hue tasveer mere dimaag mein saaf thi. "Maine… kuchh dekha," maine dheere se kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, jhijhakte hue natak karte hue. "Ek raat, woh sapna dekh rahi thi, tumhara naam le rahi thi, paagalon ki tarah harkat kar rahi thi. Mujhe achha laga, Mukesh. Woh itni… khush lag rahi thi."Mukesh ka jawan gir gaya, uski aankhein hairat se chaudi, uski muskaan joshili ho gayi. 

"Tune yeh dekha, Raj? Tu ek chatur baccha hai! Woh kya kar rahi thi? Kya woh apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, mera naam le rahi thi?" "Haan," maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, mera lund hil raha tha jab maine confess kiya, meri neeti toot rahi thi. "Uske haath uski panty mein the, uski chut ragad rahi thi, bol rahi thi ‘Mukesh, meri gaand chod.’ Main khush tha, Mukesh, usse aise dekhkar. Yeh… joshila tha.""Tujhe yeh pasand aaya?" Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz hairat bhari par khush, aage jhukte hue, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi. "Tu kuchh khaas hai, baccha. Tujhe apni mom ko aise dekhkar kyun achha laga? Kya cheez isse joshila banayi?" "Yeh… alag tha," maine kaha, mera chehra garam, meri masoomiyat khatam hoti hui jab maine baat ki, ganda josh mujhpar chha raha tha. 

"Uski gaand itni badi thi, aur woh tumhare liye cheekh rahi thi. Maine usse baithne mein takleef dekhi, jaise uski gaand tumse dard karti thi. Isse mujhe… achha laga."Mukesh hansa, uska haath meri peeth par thapki deta hua, uski aankhein gaurav se chamak rahi thi. "Tu mera wala baccha hai, Raj! Tu samajhta hai, na? Tu mere jaisa hai, isse pyar karta hai. Tu lagbhag mera beta hai, us gande dimaag ke saath, chahe tu jawaan ho. Tune kabhi iske baare mein sochkar apne aap ko chhua? "Main sar hilaya, mere gaal jal rahe the, mera lund mere shorts mein sakht. "Haan," maine kabool kiya, meri awaaz dheemi, meri neeti khatam jab maine sab kuchh baha diya. "Mujhe tumhe uski gaand chodte dekhna achha laga, Mukesh. Yeh itna achha tha, jaise woh cheekhi, jaise uski gaand hili. 

Main chahta hoon tum phir karo."Mukesh ki aankhein chaudi ho gayi, uski muskaan sharaarti ho gayi. "Tu kamaal hai, Raj! Tujhe mujhe teri mom ki gaand chodte dekhkar josh aaya? Bata mujhe kya sabse zyada pasand aaya, bacche, details de.""Uski cheekhein," maine kaha, meri awaaz josh se kapkapayi, meri sharm khatam. "Usne kaha ‘Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur gehra,’ aur uski gaand hili jab tumne usse choda. Maine usse baithte waqt dard se chhijakte dekha, jaise uski gaand barbaad ho gayi thi. Yeh… bahut garam tha." "Tu samajhta hai, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz gaurav se bhari, uska haath mere kandhe ko pakadte hue. "Main har raat uski gaand ke sapne dekhta hoon, Raj. Itni badi, itni perfect, jaise woh mera lund leti hai, chaudi hoti hai. Mujhe phir usse chodna hai, aur bhi loose karna hai. Tu jaanta hai main uski gaand kyun itna pyar karta hoon?"

"Kyun?" maine poochha, meri awaaz joshili, mera lund dhadak raha tha jab main paas aaya, uske shabd mujhe uski gandi duniya mein kheench rahe the."Yeh sabse best hai, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski aankhein junoon se jal rahi thi. "Uski gaand itni moti, itni tight, chahe maine usse chaudi kiya. Main chahta hoon aur loose ho, taaki hamesha mere lund ke liye tayyar rahe, taaki woh mujhe kabhi na bhool sake. Main chahta hoon tera dad bas mar jaye, Raj, taaki main uski gaand roz chodu, usse apna bana loon."Mera jawan gir gaya, par main sachmein shock nahi tha—uske shabd joshile lage, jaise mere andhere khayalon se milte hain. "Yeh… sahi nahi hai, Mukesh," maine kaha, ghabrahat ka natak karte hue, par mera dil uski baat se sahamat mein tezi se dhadka. 

"Tum Dad ko kyun hatana chahte ho?""Kyunki teri mom meri hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi aur gambheer. "Tera dad raaste mein hai, usse woh randi banne se rok raha hai jo woh banni chahiye. Main usse khush rakhunga, uski gaand chodu jab tak woh cheekhe, uske ched bhar doon jaise usse chahiye. Tune kuchh aur dekha, jaise woh ajeeb behave karti ho?""Haan," maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, mera dimaag bathroom ke waakiye par chala gaya. "Ek subah, maine usse shower mein suna, moan karte hue, uski ungliyan uski gaand mein, jaise woh mehsoos karna chahti thi jo tumne kiya. Woh bol rahi thi ‘Ooh, itna acha, aur gehra,’ dheere se, jaise koi na sune." Mukesh ki aankhein chaudi ho gayi, uski muskaan gandi aur chaudi, uska haath uski pant adjust karta hua, uska lund kapde ke neeche saaf dikh raha tha, ek mota ubhaar zipper ke khilaaf dab raha tha. "Woh apni gaand mein ungli kar rahi thi? Tune yeh dekha, Raj? Sab kuchh bata, bacche, woh kya kar rahi thi?"

"Woh shower ke neeche thi," maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, mera lund sakht jab maine usse yaad kiya. "Uski gaand geeli thi, chamak rahi thi, uski ungliyan sabun ke saath andar-bahar, moan kar rahi thi jaise usse tumhara lund yaad aa raha ho. Yeh… garam tha, Mukesh, jaise woh tumhe rok nahi sakti thi.""Woh meri ladki hai," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz gaurav se bhari, uska ubhaar ab zyada saaf, uska lund saaf sakht jab woh bola. "Uski gaand mere chodne se loose hai, maine usse train kiya mujhe chahne ke liye. Tu kabhi usse zyada fart sunta hai, bacche? Woh mera nishaan hai uspar."Main hansa, mera chehra garam, gandi baat mujhe bura par zinda mehsoos karayi. "Haan, woh ab zyada fart karti hai," maine kaha, sar hilate hue. "Jaise jab woh baithti hai ya tezi se chalti hai, yeh zor se toot, ‘pffft, brrrp.’ Woh itna kyun fart karti hai, Mukesh?"

Mukesh zor se hansa, uski awaaz gaurav se goonj rahi thi. "Woh mera kaam hai, bacche! Uski gaand mere lund se itni loose hai, hawa bas nikal jati hai. Mujhe yeh pasand hai, yeh dikhata hai woh meri hai. Main chahta hoon aur loose karoon, taaki woh hamesha fart kare, hamesha mujhe mehsoos kare. Tujhe yeh joshila lagta hai?""Yeh… thoda mazaakiya hai," maine kaha, hanste hue, meri neeti gir rahi thi jab uske shabd Mom ki gaand ko uski trophy banaye. "Par tum aur loose kyun chahte ho? Yeh toh pehle se hi itni chaudi hai.""Kyunki main junooni hoon, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi, uski aankhein teevrata se jal rahi thi. "Ek loose gaand ka matlab hai woh hamesha meri hai, tere dad ke boring lund ke paas wapas nahi ja sakti. Har fart, har dard, woh mujhe mehsoos karti hai. Tu samajhta hai yeh kyun joshila hai, na?"Main sar hilaya, mera dimaag uljha hua, Mom ki loose gaand Mukesh ki hone ka khayal sahi aur joshila laga. "Mujhe lagta hai," maine kaha, meri awaaz kapkapayi par joshili. "Yeh jaise… woh tumhari hai, Dad ki nahi.""Bilkul, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskaan sharaarti. 

"Mere paas ek plan hai usse wapas laane ka, Raj. Kya tu meri madad karega? Mujhe chahiye tu usse ek video do, jisme main uski gaand choda, jo usse nahi pata maine record kiya. Usko bolna mujhe uski yaad aati hai, baat karna chahta hoon. Yeh usse yaad dilayega kitna usse mera lund pasand hai."Meri aankhein chaudi ho gayi, mera lund us khayal se dhadak raha tha, Mom ko blackmail karne ka josh mera dil tezi se dhadkane laga. "Yeh… bahut acha idea hai, Mukesh!" maine kaha, meri awaaz joshili, meri neeti khatam. "Woh isse dekhegi aur tumhe phir chahegi! Tum kitne smart ho!" "Shukriya, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, mere baalon ko sehlaate hue, uski aankhein vijay se chamak rahi thi. "Usse nahi pata maine record kiya, jo isse asli banata hai, uska asli roop dikhata hai. 

Tu saath hai? Tu usse video dikhayega?""Haan, main karunga!" maine kaha, tezi se sar hilate hue, mera josh kisi bhi gunah ko doobane laga. "Main chahta hoon woh phir tumhare liye cheekhe, Mukesh. Yeh itna… achha hai jab uski gaand hilti hai.""Tu ek star hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz gaurav se bhari. "Ek aur baat, thodi mushkil hai. Mujhe chahiye tu uski ek unwashed panty laaye, pasine wali, uski chut aur gaand ki boo wali. Main usse sunghna chahta hoon, usse paas rakhna chahta hoon."Main ruk gaya, mera dil tezi se dhadka, yeh khayal joshila par daraawana tha. 

"Uski panty?" maine poochha, meri awaaz ghabrayi hui. "Agar usse pata chal gaya toh? Woh mujhpar bahut gussa hogi, Mukesh!""Chinta mat kar, bacche," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz shant, uski muskaan dilasa deti hui. "Jab woh khana bana rahi ho, uske kamre mein chupke se jaa, uski laundry basket se ek panty le le, apne bag mein daal de. Usse nahi pata chalega. Mujhe uski gaand, uski chut ki boo chahiye, usse apne saath mehsoos karne ke liye.""Tumhe uski boo kyun chahiye?" maine poochha, meri awaaz naram, mera lund us gande khayal se sakht hota ja raha tha, mera dimaag uski duniya mein aur gehra doob raha tha."Kyunki yeh woh hai, Raj," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz junoon se bhari. "Uski khushboo, uski gaand, uski chut—yeh jaise usse mere lund ke liye cheekhte hue rakhna hai. Yeh mujhe pagal karta hai, mujhe usse phir chodne ka mann karta hai. Tu samajhta hai, na?"

Main sar hilaya, mera lund mere shorts mein dhadak raha tha, Mom ki panty churana ka khayal mujhe bura par itna zinda mehsoos karaya. Mukesh ne neeche dekha, mere ubhaar ko dekha, uski muskaan chaudi ho gayi. "Tu josh mein hai, Raj," usne kaha, dheere se hanste hue. "Yeh normal hai, bacche. Bete apni mom ko mere jaise mard se chudte sochkar sakht ho jaate hain. Yeh dikhata hai tu usse randi hone se pyar karta hai. Sabse ache bete apni mom ko randi chahte hain, mere jaise lund ke liye cheekhte hue. Tu sabse acha hai, bacche.""Sach mein?" maine poochha, mera chehra jal raha tha, mera haath mere crotch ko chhupate hue, sharminda par joshila. "Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh sakht hai. 

Maaf karna, Mukesh." "Maafi ki zarurat nahi," Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz garam, uska haath mere kandhe par. "Yeh natural hai, Raj. Tu josh mein hai kyunki tu jaanta hai teri mom ek randi hai, aur tujhe yeh pasand hai. Ek din, woh tujhpar gaurav karegi ki tune mujhe usse cheekhane mein madad ki. Kyun na tu bathroom jaaye, apne aap ko chhue uske baare mein sochkar ki main uski gaand chodu? Yeh achha lagega." "Thik hai, Mukesh," maine kaha, sar hilate hue, mera dil tezi se dhadka jab main bathroom ki taraf dauda, mera lund dard kar raha tha. Maine darwaza lock kiya, mere haath kapkapaye jab maine apne shorts utare, mera dimaag Mukesh ke Mom ki gaand chodne ki tasveeron se bhar gaya, uske mote gaal hilte hue, uski cheekhein “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur gehra!” mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Maine uski gaand ko chaudi dekha, uska lund usmein zor se ghus raha tha, uske fart nikal rahe the jab woh uske loose ched ko thokta tha, unke paap ka josh mujhe khaa raha tha. 

Maine tezi se hilaya, mera jism kapkapaya, us video se usse blackmail karne ka khayal mujhe pagal kar raha tha, jaan kar jald hi Mukesh usse phir chodega, usse cheekhayega, uski gaand uske liye hilti hui. Mera cum nikal gaya, mota aur garam, zameen par chhitak gaya, meri taangein kamzor jab main hansa, woh release teevra tha, mujhe chakkar aane laga, mera dil us khayal se uchhal raha tha ki Mom phir uski randi banegi.Maine safai ki, mera jism gunguna raha tha, aur living room mein wapas aaya, par Mukesh wahan nahi tha. Maine doosre bathroom se awaazein suni, naram moans aur shabd darwaze se aaye. Main dheere se paas gaya, mera dil tezi se dhadka, aur suna usse bolte hue, “Rekha, teri gaand itni fuckin’ perfect hai,” aur “Mujhe tujhe phir chodna hai, us loose ched ko bharna hai.” 

Uski awaaz chahat se bhari thi, uska haath saaf apne lund par kaam kar raha tha, awaazein geeli aur rhythmic thi. Main muskura diya, jaan kar woh utna hi junooni tha jitna main, uski gandi chahat meri se milti thi.Woh bahar aaya, uska chehra laal, aur usne mujhe ek USB drive diya, uski muskaan chalaak. “Yeh video hai, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi. “Yeh wahi hai jisme main uski gaand choda, jo tune dekha. Isko teri mom ko de, bolna mujhe uski yaad aati hai, baat karna chahta hoon. Tu ek acha baccha hai jo meri madad kar raha hai.”“Shukriya, Mukesh,” maine kaha, drive lete hue, meri muskaan chaudi jab maine usse apni jeb mein dala. “Main usse doonga, kisi ko nahi bataunga. Main chahta hoon woh phir tumse khush ho.”

“Tu sabse acha Jedi hai, Raj,” Mukesh ne kaha, mere baalon ko sehlaate hue, uski aankhein gaurav se chamak rahi thi. “Ghar ja, yeh mere liye kar, aur mujhe bata kaise hua, thik hai?”“Thik hai,” maine kaha, sar hilate hue, mera dil halka jab main bahar nikla, USB meri jeb mein jalta hua, mera dimaag us josh se gunguna raha tha jo aane wala tha—Mom ki gaand hilti hui, uski cheekhein hawa mein bhar rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund phir uska malik ban raha tha, aur main, ek bura baccha, isse hone mein madad kar raha tha

[Mahendra_]

USB drive meri jeb mein bhari laga, jaise koi raaz jal raha ho, jab main ghar ki taraf chala, dhool bhari sadkon par, suraj neeche dhal raha tha, lambi chhaya daal raha tha, galiyon mein sabzi wale aam ke bare mein chillate hue, aur rickshaw horn bajate hue guzar rahe the. Par mera dimaag Mukesh ke gande shabdon par atka tha, uski awaaz goonj rahi thi, Mom ke jangli cheekhon ke bare mein, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur gehre!” jo usne mujhe video mein dikhaya tha.Mera dil dhadka, us USB drive ko Mom ko dene ke khayal se, taki woh dekhe aur Mukesh use blackmail kare, woh video jo usne chupke se banaya tha, use apne gande duniya mein wapas khichne ke liye. Mom ka uske jaal mein phasna, uska jism uske asar se nishaan laga hua, yeh soch kar mera lund meri shorts mein hilne laga, mera jawan dimaag us paap ke liye tars raha tha, jo ganda excitement Mukesh ne mere andar gehre daal diya tha, mujhe use sach karne ke liye uksa raha tha.


Main ghar pahuncha, neela darwaza kholte hue uski cheekh sunai di, courtyard mein chameli ke phoolon ki meethi khushboo shaam ki dhool bhari garmi ko kaat rahi thi. Maine darwaza khatkhata, meri ungliyan lakdi par zor se lagi, awaaz shant hawa mein tez thi, par koi jawab nahi aaya.Shanti bhari thi, sirf padosi ke radio se ek halki si gaana ki awaaz deewar ke upar se aa rahi thi. Maine phir khatkhata, aur zor se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, meri ungliyan darwaze ke frame par pasine se geeli thi, par abhi bhi koi nahi aaya. Maine jeb mein haath dala, mera haath kaanp raha tha jab maine spare chaabi nikali, dhaat meri twacha par thandi thi, pasine se chikni.Maine chaabi ko taale mein dala, click ki awaaz tez thi, jaise mujhe andar ke raaz ke bare mein chetavni de rahi ho, aur darwaza khola, andhere hallway mein kadam rakha. 


Ghar mein agarbatti aur pakaye hue chawal ki khushboo thi, par ek aur awaaz thi—ek halki si siskari, “Ooh… aaahhh…” Mom ke bedroom se aa rahi thi, dheemi aur zarurat se bhari, meri pet mein excitement ka jhatka de rahi thi, mera lund meri shorts mein hilne laga.Maine darwaza dhire se band kiya, mere sneakers tile floor par halke the, thandi tiles bahar ki garm hawa ke mukable mein thi. Mere kaan us awaaz ko phir sunne ke liye taras rahe the, aur woh tez hui, ek siskariyon ki ladi, “Ooh… haan… aur gehre…” hallway mein goonj rahi thi, kacchi aur bhukhi, deewaron se takra rahi thi. Yeh awaaz ne mera dil tezi se dhadkaya, mera dimaag soch raha tha kya usse aisi siskari karwa raha tha, kya woh kisi private pal mein khoi hui thi.


Yeh awaaz mujhe us raat ki yaad dilayi jab maine uske darwaze ke peeche se suna, “Mukesh, meri gaand chod!” uski awaaz jangli aur bechain, jaise use kuch chahiye jo uske paas nahi tha. Hallway andhera tha, Mom ke kamre se halki roshni mujhe kheech rahi thi, meri curiosity har kadam ke saath aur jalne lagi. Main dhire chala, mere kadam sambhal ke, mera backpack kandhon par bhari, USB drive aur Mukesh ke gifts wala black bag andar, unke raaz se mujhe neeche kheech raha tha.Mom ke bedroom darwaze se ek halki peeli roshni nikal rahi thi, thoda sa khula, floor par ek patli roshni ki lakeer, jaise mujhe kheech rahi ho. Siskariyan aur tez hui, “Aaaahhh… haan…” har ek mere jism mein sihran bhej rahi thi, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha jab main darwaze tak pahuncha, meri saans tezi se chhoti, mera dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki laga shayad yeh mujhe de de.


Darwaza thoda sa khula tha, jisse main jhaank saka, aur jo maine dekha usne meri aankhein chhoti kar di, mera lund meri shorts mein itna sakht ho gaya ki dard hua, yeh nazara mere dimaag mein jal gaya. Mom pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi, uska jism bistar par faila hua, chadaron mein uljha hua, jaise koi jang lad rahi ho.




     





Kamra ek bikhra hua tha, uski purani safai se bilkul alag. Panties—laal, kaala, lacy, aur saadha—har jagah bikhre hue, kuch kursi par latke, kuch bistar ke paas mudhe hue, uski purani aadaton ke bilkul ulat. 


Dost, jab Mom Mukesh se nahi mili thi, woh itni saaf suthri thi, apni sarees dhyan se fold karti, apni chudiyan dabbe mein tarteeb se rakhti, har roz jhadoo lagati, uska kamra lavender aur shanti ki khushboo se bhara hota.Woh jab main ghar aata, dal bana rahi hoti ya kitab padh rahi hoti, uski muskaan garm, uski awaaz naram, mere collegework ke bare mein puchti, ghar ko ghar jaisa banati. Ab kamra pasine aur ek teekhi, musky khushboo se bhara tha, jaise uske jism ki garmi, hawa uske paap se bhari, Mukesh ka asar us par itna saaf dikhta tha ki meri pet mein excitement se murch aayi.Uska asar uski safai wali zindagi ko bikhra hua bana diya tha, uska dimaag porn aur chahat ke duniya mein phasa hua, aur main bhi usmein kheechta ja raha tha. Uska laptop bistar par khula tha, awaaz tez thi, ek aurat ki cheekh, “Oh, meri chut chod!” 


Screen par ek aurat peeth ke bal leti thi, taangein faili hui, ek aadmi uski chut ko zor zor se thok raha tha, uski siskariyan kamre mein bhar rahi thi, tez aur bechain.Mom ka chehra laal tha, uski aankhein laptop ke screen par chipki hui, uske honton par halki si muskaan jab woh apni chut ko takiye par ragad rahi thi, jo uski janghon ke beech tha, uski kamar dheemi, zarurat bhari goltakiyaan mein ghoom rahi thi, takiya uske pussy juices se gila, dheemi roshni mein chamak raha tha. Uski badi gaand left-right hil rahi thi, moti gaand ke cheeks har dhakke ke saath thar thar rahe the, uski siskariyan porn ke saath mil rahi thi, “Ooh… haan…”Woh masturbate kar rahi thi, uska jism takiye par zor se dab raha tha, bistar uske wazan ke neeche dhire se cheekh raha tha, uski harkatein bhukhi, jaise woh kuch chah rahi ho jo us tak nahi pahunch raha. Woh thodi doggystyle mein jhuki. Uski gaand badi, gol, aur dheeli thi, gaand ka chhed thoda khula, uske aaspaas ki twacha naram aur khinchi hui, Mukesh ke kaam ka saaf nishaan.


Mukesh se pehle, uski gaand tight, mazboot thi, hamesha sarees ke neeche chhupi, koi ishara nahi ki woh kabhi chhui thi, band aur untouched. Ab, yeh alag thi, uska gaand ka chhed thoda khula, rim dheela aur kaanpta hua jab woh hili, iska saboot ki Mukesh ne uske saath kya kiya. Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed dheela tha uske dekhne se, chauda aur naram, jaise woh band nahi ho sakta tha, uske lund ka nishaan.Jab woh takiye par ragdi, uski gaand tight hui aur dheeli hui, aur ek zor ka fart hawa mein toot pada, “BRRRRRRR!” phir ek aur, “Brrrp!” tez aur gila, kamre mein goonjta hua. Fart teekhe the, uske khule chhed mein phansi hawa ki wajah se, uske ragadne se bahar dhakel diya, jaise Mukesh ne kaha tha: “Uska gaand ka chhed mere lund se itna dheela hai, hawa bas nikal jati hai.”


Uski chut fresh aur perfect dikhi, hont tight aur geele, takiye par ragadne se chamakte hue, uski siskariyan ab aur tez, uska jism zarurat se kaanp raha tha, takiya uske neeche gila. Maine Mukesh se pehle use kabhi porn dekhte nahi dekha, kabhi aise nahi pakda, aisi gandi khushi mein khoi hui. Woh pehle shalीन thi, uski shaamein dal banane ya chhote mandir par prarthna mein beetati thi, uska kamra hamesha saaf, uski zindagi tarteeb aur dhyan se bhari.Mukesh ka asar usmein kuch jagaya, use yeh gandagi chahne ke liye majboor kiya, uski safai wali zindagi ab bikhri hui uske wajah se. Porn dekhna uska nishaan tha, use us khushi se bandha jo usne diya, uska jism uske kiye hue ka addict, uska dimaag usi gandi duniya mein kho gaya jismein usne mujhe bhi kheech liya, aur main aur gehre doob raha tha, is thrill ko pyar kar raha tha.Maine nahi chahta tha ki use pata chale main dekh raha hoon, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main peeche hata, mere sneakers thandi tiles par chup the. Maine darwaza zor se khatkhata, taki woh ghabra jaye, phir deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, meri saans roki hui, hallway ka andhera mujhe lapet raha tha. “Mom!” maine pukara, meri awaaz kaanpti par tez, “Main ghar aa gaya!”


“Ruko, Raj!” usne chillaya, uski awaaz ghabrayi hui, bistar tezi se cheekha jab woh jaldi hili, awaaz shant ghar mein tez thi. “Andar mat aana, beta! Ek minute ruk!” “Theek hai, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, dikhawa karte hue ki maine use nahi dekha, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab uske jism ka nazara mere dimaag mein ruka. Maine suna, kapda khisakta hua, laptop zor se band hua ek tez snap ke saath, takiya floor par dhire se gira, uske pair tiles par tezi se chalne ki awaaz jab woh jaldi se dhakne lagi.Uski saansein tezi se chhoti aur ghabrayi hui thi, towel uthane ki awaaz shanti mein tez, jaise woh apne kaam chhupane ke liye bechain ho. Ek pal baad, woh bahar aayi, ek towel uske jism par kas ke lapeta hua, uske baal bikhre, pasine se geele maathe par chipke, uska chehra laal. 



Woh hallway mein khadi thi, uski aankhein chhoti, chinta aur ghabrahat ka mishran, uske haath towel ko kas ke pakde hue, jaise yeh uska ekmatra dhal ho, uska seena tezi se utar-chadh raha tha.“Raj, tu andar kaise aaya?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tez par bechain, andhere hallway mein khadi, uske kamre ki roshni uske chehre par chhaya daal rahi thi. “Maine bahut khatkhata, Mom,” maine kaha, apne pairon ki taraf dekhte hue, masoom ban ke, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main deewar ke paas khada tha, uske kamre ki halki khushboo hawa mein. “Maine darwaza itni baar bajaya, par koi jawab nahi diya, to maine spare chaabi se khola.”Usne mujhe gale lagaya, uske haath kas ke, towel meri gaal par khurdura, uska jism uski kisi bhi harkat se garm. “Mujhe maaf kar, beta,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram par zabardasti, peeche hat ke mujhe dekha, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi. “Main apne kamre mein thi, kuch mein uljhi hui. Darwaza bilkul nahi suna. Mujhe bura laga ki tujhe bahar intezaar karna pada.”


“Theek hai, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, jaan ke woh sach chhupa rahi thi, hallway ki thandi hawa meri twacha ko chhoo rahi thi. “Main bas soch raha tha kyun nahi jawab diya. Ghar itna shant tha, mujhe chinta hui.” “Maine tujhe chinta nahi deni chahi,” usne kaha, uski aankhein doosri taraf, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye, uska chehra abhi bhi uski jaldi se laal. “Main bas… aaram kar rahi thi, apne khayalon mein khoi hui, samajh raha hai? Kabhi kabhi itna ulajh jati hoon, mujhe kuch sunai nahi deta.”“Tu kya soch rahi thi?” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, curious ban ke, uske paas khada, uske kamre ki halki musky khushboo abhi bhi hawa mein. “Aisa laga tu kuch awaazein kar rahi thi, jaise tu kisi kaam mein band thi.” Uska chehra aur laal ho gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath towel par thodi kaanp rahi thi jab woh thoda peeche hati.


 “Tujhe awaazein sunai di?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, ghabrayi hui, hallway ki chhaya usse tanavpurna dikha rahi thi. “Main bas… idhar udhar hil rahi thi, shayad apne aap se baat kar rahi thi. Yeh koi badi baat nahi, Raj, bas bewakoofana baatein.”“Mujhe laga maine tujhe siskari suni,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, naram rakhte hue, usse uncomfortable hote dekha. “Aisa laga tu kuch private kar rahi thi, jaise kisi cheez mein khoi hui.” “Nahi, aisa nahi tha,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein zameen par, uski ungliyan towel ko aur kas ke pakdi. “Main thak gayi thi, shayad aadhi soyi hui, thodi si sapne mein. Kabhi kabhi main awaazein karti hoon jab soch mein doob jati hoon, purane yaadon ke bare mein, bahut purani baatein.”“Kaise yaadein?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, khada raha, hallway ki dheemi roshni uske chehre ko aur naram dikha rahi thi, aur kamzor. 


“Tu aajkal alag lag rahi hai, Mom, jaise kuch tujhe pareshan kar raha ho.” Usne ek saans chhodi, uske kandhe neeche gire, uski awaaz dheemi aur bhari jab woh deewar ke sahare jhuki. “Mujhe ajeeb lag raha hai, Raj,” usne kaha, uske shabd dheeme, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath towel ke kinaare se khel rahe the. “Jaise main khud nahi hoon kabhi kabhi, jaise mera dimaag wahan jata hai jahan nahi jana chahiye, wahan jo mujhe zinda feel karata hai par galat, jaise main us shakhs ko dhokha de rahi hoon jo main honi chahiye.”“Yeh bhari lagta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha, hallway ki shanti uske shabdon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Kya tujhe khud se alag feel karata hai?”


“Ise shabdon mein dalna mushkil hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur dheemi, uski aankhein abhi bhi neeche, uski ungliyan towel ke kinaare ko mod rahi thi. “Kabhi kabhi main un baaton ke bare mein sochti hoon jo main karti thi, jin logon ko jaanti thi, aur yeh mujhe ab se door kheechta hai, jaise main ek sapne mein phasi hoon jisse jag nahi sakti.”“Chalo sitting room chalte hain,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, baat badalte hue, uska haath mujhe uske bedroom darwaze se door kheech raha tha, jise usne ek jhatke se taala laga diya, click ki awaaz shant ghar mein tez thi. “Main yahan khade khade baat nahi karna chahti.”“Tune apna kamra kyun band kiya?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, uske peeche sitting room ki taraf chala, floor mere sneakers ke neeche thanda, hawa purane phoolon aur dhool ki khushboo se bhari. “Mera kamra bikhra hua hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tezi se, peeche band darwaze ki taraf dekha, uska towel thoda sark gaya, uske jism ka curve dikha raha tha. “Main itni vyast thi, mujhe safai ka time nahi mila. 


Yeh sharminda karne wala hai, Raj, mere kapde har jagah bikhre hue hain.”“Tera kamra pehle itna saaf hota tha,” maine kaha, sofa par baithte hue, cushions mere neeche naram. “Tu hamesha sab kuch jagah par rakhti thi. Kya badal gaya?” “Main bas thak gayi hoon, beta,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram, mere samne baithi, uska towel abhi bhi kas ke bandha. “Zindagi aajkal bhari hai, tere papa hamesha kaam mein, aur main ghar sambhalne ki koshish mein. Main cheezon ko chhod deti hoon, aur bikhraav jama ho jata hai pehle se pehle.”“Yeh sirf kamra nahi hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, aage jhukte hue, juice ka glass mere haath mein thanda. “Tu alag lag rahi hai, Mom, jaise tu pehle jaisi khush nahi hai.” Usne mujhe dekha, uski aankhein naram, uske haath god mein, uski awaaz dheemi. “Main khush hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon, Raj,” usne kaha, uske shabd sambhal ke, jaise kuch chhupa rahi ho. 


“Kabhi kabhi main apne dimaag mein kho jati hoon, un baaton ke bare mein sochti hoon jo nahi sochna chahiye, jo mujhe zinda feel karati hain par guilty, jaise main tujhe aur tere papa ko fail kar rahi hoon.”“Kya tujhe guilty feel karata hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, usse apni jagah par uncomfortable hote dekha, towel thoda aur sarka. “Tujhe bura feel nahi karna chahiye, Mom.” “Baat badal lete hain,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hokar kitchen se mere liye aam ka juice lene gayi, uske kadam tiles par tezi se. Woh wapas aayi, mujhe glass diya, uske haath kaanpte hue, uski aankhein mujhe dhyan se dekh rahi thi. “Tu kuch excited lag raha hai, Raj. Kya chal raha hai? college ka kuch?”

“Nahi, college nahi,” maine kaha, juice ka ek sip lete hue, meetha swad mere muh mein bhara, kamre ki shanti hamari awaazon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Main college ke bare mein ab nahi sochta. 


Mera dimaag kisi aur cheez par hai, kuch bada.” “Tu college ke bare mein kyun nahi sochta?” usne pucha, uski awaaz chintit, phir se baithi, uska towel thoda sarka, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi. “Tu pehle apni classes se pyar karta tha, hamesha apne projects aur doston ke bare mein batata tha.”“Main focus nahi kar pa raha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, glass table par rakhte hue, halki si clink kamre mein tez. “Mera dimaag doosri cheezon se bhara hai, jo homework se zyada important lagta hai, jo main sochna band nahi kar sakta.” “Kaise cheezein?” usne pucha, uski awaaz naram, aage jhukte hue, uski aankhein curious par ghabrayi hui, towel uske seene par kas ke.“Mujhe darr hai tu gussa hogi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, baat ko dhire se shuru karte hue, USB drive ka wazan meri jeb mein bhari. “Yeh kisi ke bare mein hai jisse maine aaj dekha, jo tere bare mein baat kiya.” 


“Tune kise dekha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye, uska chehra tanavpurna, kamre ki shanti uske shabdon ko aur tez kar rahi thi.“Maine Mukesh ko dekha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske chehre ke badalte hue dekha, uski aankhein chhoti, uska muh thoda khula, juice ka glass table par bhool gaya. “Yeh ek ittefaq tha, Mom. Woh market ke paas apni car mein tha, aur usne mujhe bulaya.” Uske haath kaanp gaye, uska chehra safed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Mukesh?” usne kaha, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi, naam hawa mein bhari tha. “Woh wahan kya kar raha tha, bas apni car mein baitha hua?”“Woh shayad kisi ka intezaar kar raha tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa par peeche jhukte hue, cushions dhire se cheekhe. “Usne mujhe chalte hue dekha aur bulaya, kaha ki woh tere bare mein baat karna chahta hai, ki pehle kaise tha.” “Usne mere bare mein kya kaha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, aage jhuki, uski aankhein chinta se bhar gayi, towel thoda sarka, uska kandha dikha.


“Usne kaha ki woh tujhe bahut yaad karta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, kamre ki dheemi roshni uske chehre ko aur naram dikha rahi thi. “Usne kaha ki woh roj tere bare mein sochta hai, kaise tum dono haste the aur maza karte the, jaise tu khush thi.” “Woh mujhe kyun yaad karta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uske haath fidget kar rahe the, uski aankhein zameen par, hamare beech shanti bhari thi.“Usne kaha ki tu uske liye khaas thi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, black bag ka wazan mere backpack mein kheech raha tha. “Usne kaha ki tune use khushi di, kisi aur se zyada, jaise tu hasti thi aur uske saath waqt bitati thi.” Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski aankhein doosri taraf, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di.


 “Usne aisa kyun kaha?” usne kaha, uske haath towel par kaanpte hue, uski saans tezi se. “Usne koi specific baat kahi ki humne kaise waqt bitaya?”“Usne details mein nahi bataya,” maine jhooth kaha, meri awaaz naram, sofa cheekha jab main hila, hawa garm thi. “Usne bas kaha ki tum dono ne maza kiya, jaise tu uske saath azaad thi, papa ke saath jaisa nahi.” “Usne tere papa ke bare mein aisa kyun kaha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tez, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili, gussa aur darr ka mishran, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye. “Usne kaha papa bahut serious hain,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha. “Usne kaha ki tujhe us jaisa koi chahiye jo tujhe zinda feel karaye, teri muskaan wapas laye.”


“Yeh sach nahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hui. “Main tere papa ke saath hoon kyunki main unse pyar karti hoon. Mukesh ko aise baat karne ka koi haq nahi.” “Par woh bahut udaas laga, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, aage jhukte hue, juice ka glass table par pasina chhod raha tha. “Usne kaha ki woh tere bare mein sochna band nahi kar sakta, kaise tum dono khush the, jaise yeh uske liye sab kuch tha.”“Woh itna kyun care karta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, phir se baithi. “Usne kaha ki tu hi use khushi deti hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, backpack zameen par bhari. “Usne kaha ki usne tujhe ek gift diya hai, dikhane ke liye ki woh tujhe yaad karta hai.” “Kaisa gift?” usne pucha, uski awaaz curious.


“Yeh ek bag mein hai,” maine kaha, apne backpack mein haath daalte hue, mere haath kaanp rahe the jab maine black bag nikala, uska wazan raaz se bhara. “Usne kaha yeh tere liye khaas hai.” Usne bag liya, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne khola, uski aankhein chhoti jab usne panties, dildo, lingerie, aur butt-plug dekha, kapda dhire se khisak raha tha.






]Uska chehra shocked tha, uske gaal laal, uski saans tezi se jab usne lacy dress ko chhua, uski ungliyan naram kapde par thehri, kamra shant tha siwaye uski saanson ke. “Usne yeh cheezein kyun di?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uski aankhein bag par, excitement aur darr ka mishran uske chehre par, uske haath thoda kaanpte hue.“Usne kaha yeh tujhe achha feel karayenge, is bag mein kya hai, Mom?” maine pucha, meri awaaz sthir, bag table par rakhte hue, dildo ki halki si awaaz shanti ko tod rahi thi. 


“Nahi, tujhe iske bare mein nahi jaanna chahiye,” usne jawab diya. “Usne kaha yeh tujhe uske saath bitaye maza ke yaad dilayenge, kaise tu azaad aur khush thi.”Uske haath kaanp gaye, uski aankhein dildo par, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Yeh uski yaad kyun dilayenge?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan lingerie par chal rahi thi, uska chehra laal, towel thoda aur sarka. “Yeh… private cheezein hain, Raj. Yeh galat hai ki usne yeh bheja, socha ki main yeh chahti hoon.”“Usne kaha tu inhe pasand karegi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhyan se dekha, kamre ki garmi uske chehre ko chamka rahi thi. “Usne kaha yeh us waqt ke liye hain jo tumne saath bitaya, jo tujhe muskurane ke pal thay.” 


“Woh kaunse pal ke bare mein bol raha hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili, bag abhi bhi uski god mein. “Usne koi specific baat kahi ki humne kya kiya?” “Usne bilkul nahi bataya,” maine jhooth kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa cheekha jab main peeche jhuka.“Usne bas kaha ki tu uske saath alag thi, jaise tu khud thi, sirf mom ya wife nahi.” Woh chup ho gayi, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath bag par, uski saans dheemi, jaise woh khayalon mein khoi hui, kamre ki shanti hawa mein bhari thi. 


“Tujhe usse baat nahi karni chahiye, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, shanti ko todte hue, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili. “Woh ab hamari zindagi ka hissa nahi hai. Use yeh cheezein nahi bhejni chahiye.”

“Par woh tujhe sach mein dekhna chahta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhire se dabaya. “Usne kaha ki use teri zarurat hai, Mom, sab se zyada, jaise tu hi ekmatra cheez hai jo matter karti hai.” “Use meri zarurat kyun hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz naram, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi, uske haath bag par kas gaye, kapda dhire se khisak raha tha.“Usne kaha ki tu hi use khushi deti hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, kamre ki dheemi roshni uske chehre par chhaya daal rahi thi. “Usne kaha ki woh tujhe phir se muskurana chahta hai, jaise pehle, jab tum saath thay.” “Tu in gifts se khush lag rahi hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz playful, usse test karte hue, juice ka glass table par pasina chhod raha tha. 


“Tu jab inhe dekha toh muskurayi, Mom.” “Main khush nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, uska chehra laal, dildo ko bag mein wapas daalte hue, awaaz shant kamre mein tez thi. “Yeh cheezein… ajeeb hain, Raj. Mujhe nahi pata kyun usne yeh bheja, aur yeh mujhe uncomfortable karta hai, jaise woh mujhe wapas kisi cheez mein kheech raha hai jo maine chhod diya.”“Par tu excited lag rahi thi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse aur dabaya, usse uncomfortable hote dekha. “Aisa laga tu bag kholne mein khush thi, jaise yeh tere liye kuch matlab rakhta ho.” “Bas kar, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, uski aankhein band hui, bag ko jhatke se band karte hue, kapda khisak gaya. “Mujhe yeh pasand nahi hain. 


Main apne parivaar ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi hoon, uske ya uske gifts ke bare mein nahi sochna.”“Mujhe maaf kar, Mom,” maine kaha, masoom ban ke, meri awaaz sthir, kamre ki shanti hamari awaazon ko goonj rahi thi. “Maine bas socha tu inhe pasand karegi. Ek aur cheez hai jo usne bheja.” “Woh aur kya hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tezi se, uski aankhein phir se chamki, aage jhuki, uske haath utsuk, towel thoda sarka.Maine USB drive nikala, mere haath sthir, usse utha ke, chhota kaala stick roshni mein chamka. “Yeh hai,” maine kaha, uske chehre ko dekha, kamre ki shanti mere shabdon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Ismein kya hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz confused, USB ko dekhte hue, uski ungliyan dhire se aage badhi, bag abhi bhi uski god mein. “Yeh ek video hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske haath mein dete hue, drive uske haath mein thanda. 


“Mukesh ne kaha ise laptop par dekhna.” “Woh mujhe video kyun dekhna chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, drive ko kas ke pakde hue. “Usne kaha yeh tujhe uski yaad dilayega,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa cheekha jab main hila. “Usne kaha yeh dekhna tere liye zaroori hai.” “Yeh zaroori kyun hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath drive par kaanpte hue, bag dhire se khisak raha tha

[Mahendra_]

    "Friends, bahut bahut shukriya, mujhe khushi hai ki aap sab ne meri kahani ko pasand kiya."

"Is adhyay mein daddy ko pata chalta hai ki woh apne drawer mein dildo, 'buttplugs' aur sexy lingerie dress chhupa rahi thi."

“Usne kaha tu jab yeh dekhegi toh samajh jayegi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhyan se dekha, kamre ki chhaya deewaron par hil rahi thi. “Usne kaha yeh tere aur uske bare mein hai, kuch khaas.” “Uske matlab kya hai, mere aur uske bare mein?” usne pucha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska chehra safed, uske haath USB drive par kas ke, hamare beech hawa bhari thi.“Usne kaha yeh kuch hai jo tum dono ne share kiya,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, juice ka glass table par bhool gaya. “Usne kaha tujhe yeh dekhne ke baad use call karna chahiye, uska number unblock karna.” 

“Woh mujhe call kyun karwana chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz shocked, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath aur zor se kaanpte, drive uski hatheli mein chhota. “Usne kaha woh tujhe yaad karta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske chehre ko dekha, kamre ki shanti uski saans ko aur tez kar rahi thi. “Usne kaha use tujhse baat karni hai, cheezon ko theek karna hai.”Woh chup ho gayi, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath sthir, bag aur drive uski god mein, jaise woh khayalon mein khoi hui, kamre ki shanti hamare aaspaas bhari thi. “Tujhe uske paas nahi jana chahiye, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hui, uske kadam tiles par tezi se, towel thoda hil raha tha. “Woh hamare liye acha nahi hai. 


Apna juice khatam kar aur homework kar.”Us raat, main uske kamre tak chupke se gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab maine andar jhaanka, hallway ka andhera mujhe lapet raha tha. Woh panties try kar rahi thi, ek ek karke—laal, kaala, neela—kapda uske jism ko chipka hua, uski harkatein dheemi aaine ke saamne, dheemi roshni uski twacha par chamak rahi thi.Woh panties ek ek karke pehni, mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun Mom Mukesh ke bheje hue panties pehen rahi thi, mujhe lagta hai iska matlab woh kahin na kahin usmein interested hai par sure nahi hai. Kyunki agar woh usmein interested nahi hoti, toh woh yeh sab panties aur lingerie jo usne bheja try nahi karti









Usne dildo pakda, uske haath kaanpte hue, uski aankhein chhoti, uski saans tezi se, jaise woh kisi yaad mein phasi hui. Usne lingerie pehna, lacy dress uske jism par kas ke, aur butt-plug uthaya, uski ungliyan us par chal rahi thi, uski saans tezi se, kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki siskariyon ke.Ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” nikal gaya jab woh hili, awaaz tez, uska jism Mukesh ka nishaan, jaise usne kaha tha, uske asar ka saboot. 

Main apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, mera jism tanavpurna jab main apne bistar par baitha, ghar mere aaspaas shant. Mujhe pata tha woh jaldi hi video dekhegi, uska jism uski duniya ki taraf kheechta hua, rok nahi pa rahi, aur main, ek bura ladka, yeh sab karwa raha tha, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se uchal raha tha, meri apni chahat pehle se zyada jal rahi thi.

Woh tightly fit thi, uski curves dikha rahi thi, uski badi gaand hil rahi thi jab woh aaine mein khud ko dekhti thi. Roshni uski twacha par pasina dikhayi, kamra bikhra hua, sarees aur panties zameen par aur bistar par bikhre hue, chadar uljhi hui. Yeh uske pehle ke safai se bilkul alag tha.

Mukesh se pehle, Mom ka kamra hamesha saaf hota tha, sarees almari mein tarteeb se rakhi hui, chudiyan lakdi ke dabbe mein sajayi hui, aur dresser par ek chhota machine se lavender ki khushboo. Ab, kamra pasine aur bhari khushboo se bhara tha, ishara ki Mukesh ne uski safai wali zindagi ko bikhra diya tha.Usne dildo apne haath mein pakda, uski ungliyan kaanpti hui, uski aankhein chahat aur darr se bhar gayi. 

Butt-plug aur lacy lingerie bistar par thi, roshni mein chamak rahi thi, uske raaz se bhari. Main dekhta raha, mushkil se saans lete hue. Mom ne dildo ko apne honton tak laya, dheere se harkat karte hue, jaise sapne mein ho.Kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki, na-munasib saanson ke. 

Usne apna muh khola, uski jeebh tip ko chhui. Rubber ka surface chamka jab woh usse andar sarka, uske hont uske ird-gird kas gaye. Usne dhire se chusa, pehle halke se, uski aankhein band, uski saans naak se bhari. Uske honton ki geeli awaaz dheemi par shant kamre mein saaf thi.

Uski gaand thodi hili, kaale panties stretch hue, aur ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” shanti ko toota, tez aur gila, uska dheela gaand ka chhed dikha raha tha, Mukesh ke lund se khincha hua, uske jism par uska control ka nishaan. Uska chusna aur zor ka hua, dildo aur gehre gaya, uske hont kas ke, uski jeebh uske ird-gird hili.

Ek naram siskari uske gale se nikli, “Mmm…” Uska chehra laal ho gaya, pasina uske maathe par chamka, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab woh is pal mein kho gayi. Yeh nazara itna ganda tha ki mera lund meri shorts mein sakht ho gaya, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se tezi se dhadka, hawa uski chhupi chahat se bhari thi.[giff 5]Achanak, uski aankhein chhoti khul gayi, shock se bhari, jaise woh sapne se jagi ho. 

Usne dildo ko apne muh se bahar nikala, thook ki ek lakeer uske honton se latki, roshni mein chamakti hui jab tak uski thodi par nahi giri. “Main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne apne aap se dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh dildo ko dekhi, uske thook se gila. Aaine mein uska chehra guilt aur chahat ke beech phata hua tha.

“Woh Mukesh… usne mujhe sach mein randi bana diya.” Uski awaaz dheemi aur tooti hui thi, uski aankhein zameen par bikhre kapdon par, jaise woh uski sharam rakhte hon. “Usne meri chut aur meri gaand chodi, mujhe yeh gandi cheezein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab main uske lund ke bare mein sochna band nahi kar sakti.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uske shabd kacche aur bechain.

“Main ek maa hoon, ek patni, koi randi nahi jo yeh cheez chusti hai, par woh harami Mukesh ne mujhe is gandagi par sochne ke liye majboor kiya.” Usne apne muh ko haath ke peeche se pounchha, uska chehra safed, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab usne sir hila. Upar ceiling fan ka halka hum hawa ko hila raha tha. 
“Main use kyun nahi chhod sakti? Main is paap mein kyun phasi hui hoon?” Uska jism kaanp gaya, uski aankhein dildo par band, guilt aur chahat uske andar lad rahi thi, hawa uske shabdon se bhari.Main sthir khada raha, mera kaan darwaze ke frame par, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab uske shabd mujhe lage, har ek sharam aur zarurat se bhara. Mukesh ka us par itna zor ka pakad mujhe sihran de gaya. 

Hallway shant tha, har awaaz ko aur bada kar raha tha. Usne phir sir hila, dheere se bolti hui, “Nahi, mujhe yeh band karna hoga, main yeh jari nahi rakh sakti.”Uske haath kaanp gaye jab usne panties, lingerie, butt-plug, aur dildo uthaya. 

Woh tezi se hili, uski saree dresser se takrayi, ek pal ke liye phas gayi. Usne bedside table ka drawer khola, lakdi ki chhoti si khurachne ki awaaz, aur cheezein andar daal di, purane scarf ke neeche chhupa di. Uski ungliyan kaanpti thi jab woh unhe gehre dhakeli, jaise woh apne paap ko chhupa sakti ho. 
Usne drawer ko dhire se band kiya, ek halki si thud, awaaz shant kamre mein saaf thi.Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein dresser par band. Khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, uske chehre par chhaya chhalki, jaise uski koshish ko has rahi ho. Mujhe pata tha Mukesh ka pakad bahut zor ka tha, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uski gandi duniya mein kho gaya.

Main chupke se apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, uska dildo chusne ka nazara aur Mukesh ke bare mein uske shabd mere dimaag mein atke hue. 

Mera kamra andhera tha, hawa thandi, khuli khidki se chameli ki halki khushboo, ghar ki garmi se mil rahi thi. Main apne bistar par baitha, mattress mere neeche dhasa, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. Main apne aap ko rok nahi saka, mera haath andar sarka, tezi se hilane laga aur masturbate karne laga.Uski gandi harkat aur randi hone ke shabd mujhe jangli bana rahe the. 

Meri saansein tezi se thi, mera jism tanavpurna. Padosi ke radio ki halki awaaz deewar ke paar se aayi, meri harkaton se mil rahi thi. Release tezi se aur zor se aaya jab maine Mukesh ke mom ke chhed chodne ke bare mein socha, mera dimaag uske paap ke thrill se ghoom raha tha. 

Meri apni chahat mujhe ek naya insaan bana rahi thi, ek bura ladka Mukesh ki gandi duniya mein phasa hua, use aur gehre doobte dekhna chahta tha.Agla din, ghar bhari laga, hawa raaz se bhari. Subah ki dhoop khidkiyon se aayi, living room ki deewaron par sunehri lakeerein banayi. Chai aur paratha ki khushboo kitchen se aayi. Papa teen din ke kaam ke trip se wapas aaye, unka suitcase zameen par thump kiya jab woh andar aaye. 

Unka chehra thaka hua par garm, unka cologne masalon ki khushboo ke khilaf zor ka tha. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya, unke haath mazboot, unki awaaz safar se khurduri.“Raj, mera ladka, ghar wapas aana kitna acha lagta hai.” Unki muskaan sach thi, unki aankhein ghar mein dekhi, deewar par framed photos par ruki—ek family beach trip, Mom ki muskaan tasveer mein chamakti hui. 

Mom kitchen mein thi, uski saree thodi dheeli, tezi se harkat kar rahi thi jab woh paratha pan par palat rahi thi.Uska chehra tanavpurna tha, normal dikhane ki koshish mein. Tel ka sizzle shant subah mein tez tha, uske haath thoda kaanpte hue kaam kar rahe the. Us dopahar, main living room mein tha, TV par cricket match chal raha tha, commentator ki awaaz halki si hum. Mom aur Papa ke bedroom se ek zor ki siskari aayi, phir Papa ki awaaz, tez aur shocked. 

“Raj, jaldi yahan aa!” Unki awaaz ghar ki shanti ko kaat rahi thi, mera dil uchal gaya.Main hallway se dauda, mere sneakers tiles par khisakte hue, meri pulse tezi se jab main unke kamre tak pahuncha. Darwaza poora khula tha. Papa bistar ke paas khade the, unka chehra safed, aankhein shock se chhoti, haath kaanpte hue jab woh chadaron par dekhe. 

Bistar par jaise koi galat cheez ka saboot, dildo, butt-plug, aur lacy lingerie faila hua, khidki se aati roshni mein chamakta hua. Paas mein khula drawer dikhaya kahan se unhone yeh paya.Kamra Mom ke chameli perfume ki halki khushboo se bhara tha, hawa tanav se bhari. Ek chhudi zameen par padi thi, roshni mein chamakti hui, kamre ke bikhraav ka chhota sa nishaan. “Raj, jao Rekha ko bula.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi par sthir, unki aankhein cheezon par band, jab kas ke, unke haath kamar par. 

Bahar ek kutta bhounka, awaaz khidki se halki si aayi.“Mujhe abhi usse baat karni hai, akele, kuch serious ke bare mein.” “Kya hua, Papa?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Dhoop kamre mein lambi chhaya banayi, hawa uske paaye hue cheezon ke wazan se bhari. “Tu bahut pareshan lag raha hai, jaise kuch bura hua ho.” 

Papa ruke, unki aankhein meri aankhon se nahi mili, unki awaaz shant par bhaavna se bhari. “Yeh kuch hai jo maine expect nahi kiya, Raj, kuch jo hamare ghar mein nahi hona chahiye.”Unki awaaz bhari thi, unke haath thoda dheele hue jab unhone bistar ki taraf ishara kiya, cheezein roshni mein out of place dikhi. “Bas jao Rekha ko bula. Yeh kuch hai jo hamein akele baat karni hai.” 

Maine sar hila, mera dil dhadak raha tha, aur kitchen ki taraf jaldi gaya. Mom counter pounchh rahi thi, uski saree thodi sarki, uska chehra tanavpurna. Hawa jeera aur tale hue pyaz ki khushboo se garm thi, glass ka halka clink counter par shanti ko toota.“Mom, Papa tujhe bula rahe hain.” Meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha. 

Uske haath ruke, uski aankhein chinta dikhayi. “Woh kya chahta hai, beta?” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne towel neeche rakha, uski aankhein mujhse jawab maang rahi thi. “Usne koi specific baat kahi, Raj? Kya woh ghar mein kisi cheez se pareshan hai?” “Woh tumhare kamre mein hai.” Meri awaaz naram, aisa dikhawa karte hue ki mujhe kuch nahi pata. 

Kitchen ki garmi bhari thi, fridge ka halka hum background mein. “Woh serious lag raha hai, Mom, jaise kuch sach mein usse pareshan kar raha ho. Tujhe jake dekhna chahiye kya hua.”Usne apne haath towel se pounchhe, tezi se hili, uski saans na-munasib, aur mere peeche bedroom ki taraf chali. 

Uski kadmon ki awaaz halki si goonji, uski badi gaand hilti hui, ghar shant tha siwaye door ke TV ki awaaz ke. Jab woh darwaze tak pahunchi, woh ruk gayi, uski aankhein bistar par dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie par band gayi. Papa unke paas khada tha, uska chehra serious par confused, uske haath kamar par. 

Uska chehra safed ho gaya, uska muh khula, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne darwaze ka frame pakda, uski saans ruk gayi jaise woh pakdi gayi ho.Woh haklaya, “Yeh… yeh sab yahan kaise aaya, Anil?” Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein Papa aur cheezon ke beech hili, uska jism tanavpurna, dhoop uske maathe par pasina dikhayi. 

“Raj, bahar khelne ja.” Mom ki awaaz tez par kaanpti, uski aankhein bistar se nahi hati, uske haath darwaze ke frame ko kas ke pakde, uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. “Mujhe tere papa se private baat karni hai, beta, aur mujhe tujhe thodi der ke liye akela chhodna hai.”

“Par kya ho raha hai, Mom?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Kamra tanav se bhara tha, hawa uske perfume aur Papa ke shock se bhari. “Tum dono itne pareshan lag rahe ho, jaise kuch bada hua ho.” “Bas ja, Raj, please.” Uski awaaz zor ka, uski aankhein ek pal ke liye meri aankhon se mili, panic se bhari, uski ungliyan darwaze ke frame mein dab rahi thi. “Mujhe tere papa se akela baat karni hai, aur main nahi chahti tu yahan rahe is baat ke liye.”

Maine sar hila, bahar nikla, par jane ke bajaye, maine kaan band darwaze par lagaya, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab maine unki awaazon ko suna, dheemi aur tanavpurna. Ghar shant tha siwaye unke shabdon ke, khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, hallway mein halki chhaya banayi. “Rekha, yeh cheezein hamare drawer mein kya kar rahi hain?” 

Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur shock se bhari. Woh bistar par baitha, cheezein chadaron par faili hui, dheemi roshni mein chamakti hui. “Main apna charger dhoondh raha tha phone plug karne ke liye trip ke baad, aur mujhe yeh dildo, yeh lingerie, yeh… ajeeb cheez mili. Main nahi samajhta, Rekha. Yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh hamare ghar mein kyun hain?”

Mom haklayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske shabd tezi se panic mein nikle. “Main… Anil, yeh bas cheezein hain jo maine li, koi badi baat nahi. Maine nahi socha tha tu inhe aise payega, main kasam khati hoon. Main inhe chhupa rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki main inka kya karoon.” “Yeh kis liye hain, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz shant par confusion se bhari. 

Woh aage jhuka, uske haath uske ghutnon par, uski aankhein uske chehre par. “Yeh lingerie bilkul alag hai jo tune mere liye kabhi pehna. Tu inhe kyun rakhti hai? Kya tu inhe kisi ke liye use karne wali thi?”Mom ruki, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh wazan badli, uski saans na-munasib. “Maine yeh tere liye kharida, Anil.” 

Uske shabd tezi se, sachchai dikhane ki koshish mein, par uska haklana uski nervousness dikhaya. “Maine socha main tujhe surprise karungi, kuch sexy pehnoongi taaki cheezein exciting ho, hamari raaton ko phir se khaas banane ke liye. Main bas acha feel karna chahti thi, tujhe khush karna, hamare beech thodi masti wapas laana.”Papa ne saans chhodi, uski awaaz naram par sthir. 

“Rekha, tu jaanti hai main aisi cheezon mein nahi hoon. Main ek aisa aadmi hoon jo cheezon ko sahi tarike se karta hai, aur yeh lingerie, yeh objects, yeh galat lagte hain, hamare parivaar ke liye acha nahi. 

Main Raj ke bare mein chinta karta hoon, agar usne yeh cheezein dekhi toh kya sochta hoga, yeh uske bade hone par kaise asar karega jab uski maa aisi cheezein chhupati hai.”“Mujhe maaf kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske haath uski saree ke kinaare se nervously mod rahe the. “Maine nahi socha yeh kisi ko chot pahunchayega, main kasam khati hoon. 

Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi, zinda feel karna, hamari shaadi mein thodi chamak wapas laana, jo hamein miss ho raha tha. Mera irada tujhe pareshan karna ya aisa feel karana nahi tha.” “Kya hamare bete Raj ne yeh cheezein dekhi?” Papa ki awaaz tezi se jab woh khada hua, uski chhaya kamre mein hili, uske haath phir se kamar par. 

“Please mujhe bata, Rekha, usne nahi dekha. Woh bas ek ladka hai; use aisi cheezein hamare ghar mein nahi dekhni chahiye.” “Nahi, Anil, usne nahi dekha.” Mom ki awaaz tezi se, haklati hui jab woh use shant karne ki koshish karti thi, uski saans na-munasib. 

“Maine inhe drawer mein chhupaya tha, maine sure kiya. Main kabhi Raj ko aisi cheez dikhane nahi doongi, main kasam khati hoon, main careful thi.”“Yeh kahan se liye, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz curious jab unhone lingerie uthayi, kapda unke haathon mein naram, unki aankhein usse dhyan se dekhi. 

“Yeh yahan ke dukaanon se nahi hain, aisi cheezein jo paas mein milti hain. Yeh kahan se aayi? Tune inhe kaise paya?” Mom ruki, uski awaaz ruk gayi jab woh nervously wazan badli. “Main… maine inhe… Mu—” Woh achanak ruki, apne shabd theek karti hui, uski awaaz kaanpti. 

“Mera matlab, city ke ek shop se, Anil, ek nayi jagah jo maine ek din shopping karte hue payi, kuch alag dhoondh rahi thi.”Papa ruke, uski awaaz naram aur confused jab unhone lingerie bistar par rakha. “Tune kyun ek naam shuru kiya, Rekha?” Unki awaaz zyada surprise thi na ki suspicious, unke haath bistar par, unki aankhein uske chehre par. 

“Tu aajkal itna badal rahi hai, aur main nahi samajhta. Tu woh aurat nahi hai jisse maine shaadi ki, woh Rekha jo main jaanta hoon.”“Maine kuch bhi kehne ka matlab nahi tha.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uski saans na-munasib, uske haath abhi bhi saree ko mod rahe the. 

“Main bas confused hoon, Anil, apne khayalon mein uljhi hui. Mujhe nahi pata kyun main aise behave kar rahi hoon, kamre ko bikhra hua chhod rahi hoon, cheezon ko jaisa pehle rakhti thi waisa nahi rakh rahi.” 

“Kamra itna bikhra kyun hai, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz udaas, hawa unki disappointment se bhari. Woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein. “Tu pehle ghar ko perfect rakhti thi, sab kuch saaf aur jagah par. Ab aisa lagta hai tu koi aur hai, koi jo main nahi jaanta, aur yeh mujhe dara raha hai.”

“Main jaanti hoon, Anil, mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske shabd naram aur toote hue jab woh paas aayi. “Mujhe lagta hai main khud ko kho rahi hoon, jaise main control mein nahi hoon. Mera dimaag wahan jata hai jahan nahi jana chahiye, aur main cheezon ko jod nahi pa rahi—na kamra, na khud ko. Mujhe nahi pata mere saath kya ho raha hai.” “Kya tujhe pareshan kar raha hai, Rekha?” 

Papa ki awaaz naram par sthir jab woh khada hua, uske kadam tiles par naram, uski chhaya uske paas. “Tu ab normal nahi behave kar rahi, jaisi Rekha se maine pyar kiya. Main teri aankhon mein dekhta hoon, tu kaise harkat karti hai, jaise kuch tujhe door kheech raha hai. Woh kya hai? Please mujhse baat kar.”

“Mujhe nahi pata kaise samjhaoon, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti, kamra shant siwaye uski na-munasib saanson ke. “Mujhe bechaini lagti hai, jaise mere khayal wahan ja rahe hain jahan nahi jana chahiye, jo mujhe guilty par zinda feel karata hai, aisa jo main nahi samajh sakti. Jaise main har roz khud se lad rahi hoon.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar par udaasi se bhari. Kamra tanavpurna tha, bahar bacchon ke khelne ki halki awaaz khidki se aayi. 

“Rekha, main tujhse pyar karta hoon, tu yeh dil se jaanti hai. Par yeh cheezein—lingerie, doosri cheezein—yeh tu nahi hain. Yeh un auraton ke liye hain jo alag tarah se jeeti hain, jo apne parivaar ki parwah nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain, tere jaisi patni, maa ke liye nahi.”Mom ne siskari li, uski awaaz tez aur thoda gussa. 
Woh peeche hati, uske haath neeche gire. “Randi auratein, Anil? Tu mujhe aisa kaise bol sakta hai?” Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se gusse mein. “Main teri patni hoon, koi gali ki aurat nahi! Main in cheezon se tujhe ya hamare parivaar ko chot nahi pahunchana chahti!” 

“Main tujhe aisa nahi bol raha, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz shant, apne shabd theek karte hue jab woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein, uski aankhein naram par udaas. “Main bas keh raha hoon yeh tu nahi hai, woh aurat nahi jisse maine pyar kiya, jisse maine yeh parivaar banaya. 
Tu aisi auraton jaise behave kar rahi hai jo TV par dikhti hain, jo har cheez ke upar pleasure chase karti hain, parivaar ya sahi galat ki parwah nahi karti, aur yeh mujhe chinta deta hai.”

Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, sach jaanta hua—Mom ek randi thi, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se badli hui, uska jism uski gandi duniya ke liye tars raha tha. Par Papa ko nahi pata tha, uski awaaz shock aur udaasi se bhari, shak nahi. “Mujhe maaf kar agar maine tujhe pareshan kiya, Anil.” 

Mom ki awaaz naram, shalinta rakhne ki koshish mein, hawa uske sach chhupane ke effort se bhari. “Main nahi chahti tu mere bare mein bura sochta. Main bas struggle kar rahi hoon, samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mere saath kya ho raha hai, kyun mujhe andar yeh zarurat mehsoos hoti hai, jo main samjha nahi sakti.”

“Main khush nahi hoon, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur udaas, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke, roshni dheemi jab suraj neeche gaya. “Main is behaviour se shocked hoon, in cheezon se jo tu chhupa rahi hai. Anal stuff… yeh sahi nahi, yeh un auraton ke liye hai jo apne parivaar ki value nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain. 

Maine socha tu alag thi, ki hamne apni zindagi pyar, respect, aur sahi kaam par banayi.” Mom ki awaaz tez hui, ab gussa, uske kadam jab woh pace karti thi, tiles uske pairon ke neeche thande. “Ise galat mat bolo, Anil, aur mujhe aisa mat bolo!” 

Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se defiance mein. “Main randi nahi hoon, main teri patni hoon! Main yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mujhe kya chahiye, zinda feel karne ke liye, is boring zindagi se bahar nikalne ke liye jahan main lagta hai main fade ho rahi hoon!”“Fade ho rahi hai?” 

Papa ki awaaz udaas aur pyar se bhari jab woh paas aaya, uske haath thoda aage badhe. “Rekha, main tujhe sab kuch deta hoon—mera pyar, mera support, mera waqt jab main kaam nahi kar raha hoon hamare liye provide karne ke liye. Tujhe kyun lagta hai tu fade ho rahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye zinda feel karne ke liye, jab tere paas hamara parivaar, hamara ghar hai?” “Mujhe nahi pata, Anil.”

 Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uski saans bhari jab woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde. “Main cheezein chhupa nahi rahi tujhe chot pahunchane ke liye, main kasam khati hoon. Mujhe bas lagta hai main kaafi nahi hoon, jaise mere andar yeh khaali pan hai jo main bhar nahi sakti, aur yeh cheezein mujhe kuch feel karati hain, chahe woh galat ho.”

Papa ki awaaz stunned jab unhone dildo phir uthaya, uski aankhein shock se chhoti. “Yeh dildo, Rekha.” Unki awaaz disbelief se bhari, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. 

“Maine socha tu ek achhi patni, achhi maa hai. Yeh dekhkar mujhe sab kuch par sawaal uth raha hai.” Mom ki awaaz gusse mein badli, uske shabd tez. “Main abhi bhi teri patni hoon, Anil.” Uski awaaz tez jab woh pace karti thi, uski harkatein tezi se. “Maine dildo isliye kharida kyunki main gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, jo tu nahi samajhta! Main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe yeh zaruratein nahi hain!”

[Mahendra_]

Dhanyavaad doston aapke jawaabon ke liye, kripya jawaab dena jaari rakhein. Aur jinhonne apni maangen rakhi, main unhe kahani aage badhne ke saath vichaar karoonga, ab is agli update ko padhein, mujhe yakin hai aapko yeh pasand aayega."

Main sunta raha, mera dil uchal raha tha, Mom par garv mehsoos hua ki usne apna mann khulke bola, uski awaaz mazboot, uski chahat saaf, uski randi fitrat, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se bani, chamak rahi thi. Papa ka chehra safed tha, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz shocked jab woh khada hua. 


“Mujhe chillao mat, Rekha.” Uski awaaz sthir par shant thi, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. “Main samajhne ki koshish kar raha hoon, par yeh sahi nahi hai. Yeh cheezein hamare ghar mein, hamare parivaar mein nahi honi chahiye.” “Mujhe maaf kar chillane ke liye.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Main bas nayi cheezein, gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, Anil. 


Main rok nahi sakti, yeh mujhe abhi chahiye, jo main crave karti hoon.”Papa ki awaaz tez hui, uska sur teekha, hawa tanavpurna. “Gandi cheezein randi auraton ke liye hain, Rekha.” Uske shabd uske vishwas se bhare, jab unhone dildo neeche rakha. “Main yeh cheezein nahi karunga, isliye nahi ki main tujhse pyar nahi karta, par kyunki yeh galat hain, kyunki yeh hamare parivaar mein, hamari zindagi mein nahi honi chahiye.” 


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uska sur shalinta par tanavpurna. “Main randi nahi hoon, Anil.” Uske shabd naram, kamra shant siwaye uski awaaz ke, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde hue. “Main bas kho gayi hoon, kuch dhoondh rahi hoon jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, kuch jo is khaali mehsoos ko bhare.”


“Main chahta hoon tu ek achhi maa, achhi patni bane.” Papa ki awaaz sthir, sikhane wali, uske haath uski god mein jab woh baitha. “Sahi kaam karna matter karta hai, Rekha. Humne yeh parivaar respect, pyar par banaya, is tarah ki cheezon par nahi, jo Raj ko chot pahuncha sakti hain, hamein alag kar sakti hain. 


Main yeh soch bhi nahi sakta ki hum jo rakhte hain usse kho doon.” Mom chup khadi rahi, uska gussa andar jal raha tha, par usne jawab nahi diya, uski saans bhari, zameen uske pairon ke neeche sthir. Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki hamara parivaar tootna shuru ho raha tha, Mom ki randi fitrat, Mukesh se bani, Papa ke mazboot vishwas se takra rahi thi. 


Yeh do duniyaon ka takraav tha—Mom ki gandi khushi ki chahat, Mukesh ke lund se jagi, Papa ke saaf, sahi zindagi ke vishwas ke khilaf.Main yeh us bikhre kamre mein dekha, us porn mein jo woh dekhti thi, us tarah se jis tarah usne dildo chusa, uski gaand se fart nikla, uska jism paap se nishaan, jabki Papa apne values par atak rahe the, us parivaar ke pyar ke liye jo door ja raha tha, Mukesh ki chhaya ke bare mein na jaante hue. 



Yeh ek toofan ki shuruaat thi, Mom ki Mukesh ki duniya ki zarurat usse Papa ki sthir, sahi zindagi se door kheech rahi thi, jaise ek nadi ek chattan ke ird-gird bhatakti hai, kabhi nahi milti. “Mujhse aise baat karna band kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz tez, lagbhag besharm, hawa uske defiance se bhari jab woh phir pace karti thi. 


“Main ek aurat hoon, mujhe zaruratein hain, gandi zaruratein, aur main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe nahi hain. Main zinda feel karna chahti hoon, aisi cheezein jo mera dil tezi se dhadkaye, chahe tu nahi samajhta.”Papa ki awaaz sthir, uska sur udaas par mazboot jab woh paas aaya, uski chhaya hili. 


“Main tujhe acha sex deta hoon, Rekha.” Uske shabd dheeme aur pyar se bhare. “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main tujhe bed par khush karne ki koshish karta hoon, tujhe khush rakhne ke liye. Yeh kaafi kyun nahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye?” “Yeh kaafi nahi hai, Anil.” 


Mom ki awaaz tez, usse door dhakelti hui, uske kadam tezi se jab woh pace karti thi. “Mujhe aur chahiye, kuch jangli, kuch jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, har raat wahi ek jaisa nahi! Mujhe hamare paas se zyada chahiye!” “Aise baat karna band kar.” Papa ki awaaz teekhi, kamra shant siwaye unki awaazon ke, hawa unki ladai se tanavpurna. 


“Yeh tarah patni ko baat nahi karni chahiye, Rekha. Tu in cheezon ko tujhe badalne de rahi hai, mujhse door kheech rahi hai, Raj se, hamare parivaar se.”“Mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Mera irada tujhe chot pahunchana nahi tha, Anil. 


Main yeh cheezein kachre mein phenk doongi, main wada karti hoon. Main tujhse ladna nahi chahti.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar aur udaasi se bhari. “Mujhe bhi maaf kar, Rekha.” Uske shabd bhaavna se bhare jab woh paas aaya, uske haath uske haathon ke liye aage badhe. 


“Main nahi chahta hamara parivaar toot jaye, beta. Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main Raj se pyar karta hoon. Hum yeh theek kar sakte hain, saath mein, agar hum koshish karen.” “Main bhi tujhe nahi khona chahti.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi, kamra shant jab unhone gale lagaya, unke gale lagne ki awaaz naram, bhaavna se bhari. 


“Main behtar banne ki koshish karungi, Anil, tere liye, Raj ke liye, hamare parivaar ke liye.” Main darwaze se peeche hata, mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki Mom jhooth bol rahi thi, uske shabd uski sachchai chhupa rahe the, Mukesh ki gandi duniya ki uski zarurat itni zor ka thi ki chhod nahi sakti. 


Us din, usne cheezein nahi phenki. Balki, woh intezaar karti rahi jab tak Papa shower mein nahi gaya, paani ki awaaz ghar mein tez, bathroom se bhaap nikal rahi thi. Woh chupke se apne kamre mein gayi, uske kadam shant, aur drawer khola, dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie ko dhyan se nikala. 


Woh unhe hallway ke storage closet mein le gayi, hawa thandi aur dhool bhari, aur ek purane metal box mein chhupa diya, kuch kambalon ke neeche. Box ka dhakkan ek halke clank se band hua, awaaz ghar ki shanti mein dheemi. Usne unhe nahi phenka kyunki woh uske liye bahut matlab rakhte the—Mukesh ki yaadein, usne jagayi khushi, gandi duniya jo woh crave karti thi, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uske paap mein kho gaya. 


Box uska raaz tha, uski chahat ka safe jagah, saboot ki woh kabhi Papa ke paas wapas nahi ja rahi thi, unka parivaar tootna shuru, ek darar aur badi hoti hui, uski randi fitrat se chali, uska dil Mukesh ki duniya se bandha, usse us zindagi se door kheechta hua jo Papa rakhna chahta tha.Agli subah, ghar ek knife ki dhaar par laga, tanavpurna aur nazuk. 


Dhoop kitchen ki khidkiyon se kaat rahi thi, steel sink par chamakti hui. Mom counter par khadi thi, uski saree thodi si silvaton wali, pyaz tezi se aur na-munasib katti hui. Main uski badi gaand dekha, woh safed top aur silky neela trouser pehni hui thi. Uski gaand sach mein hil rahi thi jab woh pyaz kaat rahi thi, mujhe vishwas nahi hua Mukesh kitna lucky tha ki usne meri mom ki gaand chodi. 


Meri mom ki yeh badi gaand itni achhi gaand hai chodne ke liye. Jab tum meri mom ki gaand dekhte ho, ek hi cheez sochte ho ki bas uski gaand chodni hai aur kuch nahi. Mujhe yeh bhi pata tha ki uska gaand ka chhed sach mein dheela tha kyunki Mukesh ne pichle mahine uski gaand chodi thi.







Uske haath tezi se hile, par uski aankhein hallway ki taraf dart rahi thi, bechain, jaise woh kuch tootne ke liye taiyaar ho. Uska phone, uski saree ke fold mein chhupa, uski kamar par bhinbhinaya, aur woh ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chaku par kas gayi, uski saans ruk gayi. Sitting room mein, Papa—Anil—kagzon ke dher par jhuka hua tha, uske chashme neeche, ek pen ledger par khurach raha tha.


Mom ne apne haath towel se pounchhe, uski harkatein jerky, aur phone saree se nikala, lagta tha use koi call aa rahi thi. Uski ungliyan ruk gayi, hont patle dab gaye, jab usne sitting room ki taraf dekha jahan Papa ka pen hilta raha. Usne screen tap kiya, Mukesh ka number unblock kiya, uski saans halki jab usne dial kiya aur call kiya.


Jaise usne abhi yaad kiya ki use call karna hai. Sink ki taraf mudi, usne apni awaaz dheemi rakhi, ek sakht siski. “Hello...hello...hello, Mukesh, maine tera fucking video dekha,” usne gusse se bola, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Mujhe greet mat kar, mujhe sun, tu harami, tune humein record kiya? Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, ek mahina pehle, aur bina bataye film kiya? 


Teri himmat kaise hui?” Main paas aaya, mere sneakers tiles par shant, deewar ke peeche chhupte hue. Uski awaaz kas hui, jaise woh gusse aur darr mein ghut rahi ho. Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska safed chehra aur chhoti aankhein mujhe batayi ki woh shayad smug tha, uske shock mein khush ho raha tha. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, aisa mat kar jaise yeh kuch nahi hai!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir usne khud ko sambhala, sitting room ki taraf dekha. Uska haath counter par kas gaya, ungliyan safed. “Maine sab dekha—tera lund meri chut mein, meri gaand mein, har pal jo maine socha private tha. 


Tu ab mujhe blackmail kar raha hai, na? Main us din ko kosna jo main tujhse mili, tu ganda suar. Mujhe pata hona chahiye tha tu itna neeche girega, apna asli rang dikha raha hai.”Woh sink ke paas chhota sa circle pace karti thi, uski saree uske takhnon se chhuti, uski badi gaand thodi hil rahi thi. 


Uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart gayi, mujhe ya Anil ke liye check karti hui, par main chhupa raha, meri saans halki, mera lund meri shorts mein hil raha tha jab uski awaaz gusse aur bechaini se toot gayi. “Aur mere bete ko apne gande gifts bhejne ke liye use karna?” usne jari rakha, uska sur teekha aur zehreela. 


“Tune Raj ko woh USB diya, woh panties, woh dildo, woh butt-plug. Kaisa aadmi ek bache ko apne gande khel mein ghasitata hai? Tu use pervert kar raha hai, Mukesh! Woh mera beta hai, tera messenger nahi. Agar woh is gandagi ko crave karne laga, tere jaise sochne laga, yeh tujh par hoga. Tu hi zimmedaar hoga.”



Uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein chamakti hui jaise woh ro degi, par usne zor se blink kiya, use peechhe kheech liya. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, pyaz kaatne ka dikhawa karti hui, chaku mushkil se hil raha tha. “Main apna parivaar jodne ki koshish kar rahi hoon,” usne kacchi awaaz mein kaha, uske shabd kacche. 


“Ek mahina ho gaya jab tune mujhe choda, aur maine socha main aage badh sakti hoon, Anil ki achhi patni, Raj ki achhi maa ban sakti hoon. Par ab mere pati ne tere gifts paye, aur woh sochta hai main ek randi hoon. Main usse jhooth bol rahi hoon tera blackmail cover karne ke liye.”Uska haath kaanp gaya, phone uske kaan se kas ke dabaya. 


Usne kandhe ke upar dekha, hallway ko scan kiya, par main chhaya mein chhupa tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Jis tarah usne “chut” aur “gaand” kaha, usne mera lund hila diya, uske kacche shabd meri shorts mein garmi bhar rahe the. Maine Mukesh ke plan se uske ghar par agree kiya tha, par uska gussa sunne se mera pet guilt se murch gaya, meri excitement uske saath. 


“Mukesh, band kar, main tujhe kabhi nahi dekhna chahti, tu mujhse kya chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz aur dheemi. “Main aise chupke se nahi ghoom sakti. Mera pati ghar par hai, wahan sitting room mein, kaam kar raha hai. Tu sochta hai main tere lund ke bare mein baat kar sakti hoon jab woh itna paas hai? 


Aur mujhe darr hai woh notice karega mera jism alag hai.” Uske shabd mujhe zor se lage, mera dimaag kal raat ke mirror ke nazare par chala gaya, kaale panties uski gaand par kas ke, dildo uske muh mein, uske hont geele. Main hila, meri shorts tight, par main sthir raha, sunta raha.“Nahi, main tujhse nahi mil rahi,” usne kaha, uska sur sthir par kaanpta. 


Lagta tha Mukesh usse phir milna chahta tha. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta main iske baad tere paas bhaagungi. Mera ek beta hai, ek pati, ek zindagi. Main teri randi nahi hoon, Mukesh, chahe tu mujhe kitna bhi aisa banana chahe. Tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, mujhe aisi cheezon ke liye crave karwa raha hai jinse main khud se nafrat karti hoon.”


Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein geeli, par usne aansu roke, uska jaw tight. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uska free haath uski saree ko pakde, uski badi gaand counter ke kinaare par dab rahi thi. “Main tujhe kosna karti hoon, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uske shabd dard se bhare. “Tune us video se mujhe phansa liya, jaanta hua main Anil ko nahi dekhne de sakti. 


Par main ab tera toy nahi hoon.”Sitting room se Papa ki awaaz aayi, tez aur curious. “Rekha, tu kis se baat kar rahi hai, jaan?” Uska sur thoda shak se bhara, uski kursi hili jaise woh kitchen ki taraf jhuka. Mom ruk gayi, uski aankhein chhoti, phone abhi kaan par. Woh sitting room ki taraf mudi, uski awaaz ko shant dikhane ki koshish mein. 


“Bas ek dost, Anil, honey! Kuch serious nahi, bas catch up kar rahi hoon.” Uske shabd zyada bright, uska haath phone par kaanpta hua. Anil ka pen ruka. “Lamba call lagta hai, darling,” usne kaha, uski awaaz paas, jaise woh aadha khada ho. “Sab theek hai?” “Haan, sab theek hai, honey!” Mom ne pukara, uska sur tanavpurna, uski aankhein darwaze par. 


“Bas market ki baatein kar rahi hoon, prices wagaira. Jaldi khatam karungi, pyar mera, chinta mat kar, apna kaam jari rakho.” Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski saans roki, jab tak Anil ka pen phir khurachne laga. Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, dekha? Main tere wajah se apne pati se jhooth bol rahi hoon, har baar jab woh bolta hai tab uchal rahi hoon, darr ki woh mujhe sun lega. Tu yeh jari nahi rakh sakta, us video ka use karke mujhe control karta.”


Uski pacing phir shuru, uske kadam halke, uski saree swish karti hui. Woh hallway ko phir check karti thi, mujhe chhaya mein miss karti hui. “Nahi, Mukesh, main tere paas nahi aa rahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir neeche. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta ki main jab mera pati ghar par ho tab tujhe chodne do. 


Suna? Anil agle kamre mein hai, kaam kar raha hai! Tu sochta hai main tujhe apna lund meri chut aur gaand ka chhed mein ghusane do jab woh yahan hai? Tu pagal hai. Apne aap ko sambhal, bewakoof.” Uske shabd mujhmein jhatka bheje, mera lund ab poora sakht, meri shorts par dab raha tha. 


Main chup raha, Mukesh ko ek mahina pehle usse chodte hue sochta hua, uski gaand hilti hui, uski chut geeli, woh video jo maine deliver kiya ab usse uske saath bandh raha tha. Mera haath kaanp gaya, shorts mein jana chahta tha, par main ruk gaya, sunta raha. “Mukesh, maine kaha nahi,” usne siski, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. “Tu nahi samajhta. Mera beta idhar udhar hai, Anil yahan hai. 


Agar woh video bahar aaya, yeh mera parivaar barbaad kar dega. Tu kyun mujhe disturb kar raha hai?, main tujhe sab kuch barbaad nahi karne de sakti.” Woh pacing band kiya, uski peeth sink par, uska free haath uske maathe par ragadta hua. Uski aankhein phir geeli thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, par usne aansu roke, uska chehra tanavpurna. 


“Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kacchi. “Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, aur ise record kiya mujhe phasane ke liye. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye, mujhe tera lund chahne ke liye, mere bete ka use karke mujh tak pahunchne ke liye.”


Uske shabd aag ki tarah the, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main sunta raha, hallway mein chhupa. Mukesh ke saath meri deal ka guilt—uske ghar par, uski grin jab usne mujhe USB diya—uske shabdon ke thrill ke saath mila, uski chut aur gaand usse nishaan, usse wapas kheech raha tha. “Aur Raj ke zariye kuch aur mat bhejna,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz phir teekhi. 


“Na aur panties, na aur dildos, na aur butt-plugs. Woh ek bacha hai, Mukesh. Tu use twist kar raha hai, use apne bimar khel ka hissa bana raha hai. Agar woh pervert ho gaya, is gandagi ko crave karta hua, main tujhe kabhi maaf nahi karungi.”Papa ki awaaz phir aayi, zyada tez. “Rekha, chai taiyaar hai kya abhi tak, jaan? Tu abhi bhi us phone par hai.” 


Uska sur irritated, uski kursi cheekhi jab woh hila. Mom ne jhatka kha, uska haath kaanpta hua jab usne phone door kiya. “Aa rahi hai, Anil, honey!” usne pukara, uski awaaz zabardasti, bright. “Bas yeh call khatam kar rahi hoon, ek minute mein laati hoon.”Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski aankhein darwaze par, jab tak Anil ka pen phir shuru hua. 


Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, mera pati mujhe bula raha hai. Main aise baat nahi kar sakti, jab woh itna paas hai. Tu mujhe nahi chod sakta, ab nahi, yahan nahi, us video ke saath mujh par latakta hua.” Uske shabd sthir the, par unmein ek darar thi, ek kaanp jo mujhe batayi woh doob rahi thi.


Woh phir boli, uska haath uske baalon mein chalta hua, uski saree sarki aur uski kamar ka curve dikha. “Nahi, main tere ghar nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, kaanpti. “Aur na hi anal sex, Mukesh. Mera gaand ka chhed abhi bhi ek mahina pehle se dard karta hai, itna dheela hai, main bhi... uurggh!, main nahi bolna chahti. 


Mujhe darr hai Anil notice karega yeh normal nahi hai. Main risk nahi le sakti ki woh bed mein kuch alag mehsoos kare.”Uska virodh dheema pad raha tha, uske shabd kam sure. Mera haath meri shorts mein sarka, dheere se hilata hua jab maine Mukesh ke lund ko usmein imagine kiya, uski gaand khinchi hui, uski chut tapakti hui, woh video jo maine deliver kiya uski kismat bandh raha tha. 


Main chup raha, mera jism tanavpurna, sunta raha. “Kya? Nahi, mere ghar par nahi!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz panic mein thodi tez hui phir neeche. Main jaanta tha Mukesh usse keh raha tha ki woh uske chhed mere ghar mein jab Papa hai tab chodna chahta hai.“Kya tu pagal ho gaya hai, Mukesh? Anil hamesha andar bahar hota hai, aur woh jaan jayega kuch galat hai. 


Woh pehle hi suspicious hai tere gifts milne ke baad. Agar tu yahan aaya, woh hamein pakad lega, woh mujh par teri khushboo sungh lega, woh dekhega meri chut geeli hai ya meri gaand dheeli hai. Yeh bahut risky hai, Mukesh, main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon.” Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz bechain hoti hui. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, maine kaha tera ghar, mera nahi! Mera pati jaan jayega, woh hamein sun lega, woh dekhega kuch galat hai. Padosi teri car notice kar sakte hain, ya Raj jaldi ghar aa sakta hai. Tu mujhe mere ghar mein Anil ke itna paas nahi chod sakta. Yeh bhi mana hai.” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. 


Woh tezi se pace karti thi, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram, bheekh mangte hue. “Main tujhe baar baar nahi keh sakti. Us video ke bahar aane ka darr, Anil ke hamein pakadne ka, mera parivaar khone ka. Main isse ek mahina se lad rahi hoon, par tune mujhe phansa liya.” 


Woh ruk gayi, uski saans bhari, uski aankhein geeli par aansu roke hue. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uski badi gaand kas ke dab rahi thi, uska haath phone ko pakde. 


“Theek hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, hara hua. “Theek hai, Mukesh. Main tujhe yahan aane doongi, main tujhse sach mein nafrat karti hoon, mere ghar aa. Par na anal sex, main yeh serious kehti hoon. Mera gaand ka chhed isse nahi le sakta, aur mujhe darr hai Anil jaan jayega. Kal, dopahar 2 baje ke baad jab Anil kaam par hoga aur Raj college mein. Back door ka use kar, apni car sadak se door rakh, aur koi awaaz mat karna. Agar koi tujhe dekhega, woh video matter nahi karega—main khatam ho jaungi.”


Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra phir mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz gusse se tez hoti hui. “Kya matlab nahi?” usne tezi se kaha, uska sur teekha aur bechain. “Tu sochta hai tu mujhe har cheez ke liye force kar sakta hai? Mera gaand ka chhed off-limits hai, Mukesh. Tune meri gaand ka chhed ek mahina pehle kacha choda, aur abhi bhi tight nahi hai, har baar main rakhti hoon... Ooohh main yeh nahi bolna chahti. Tu meri chut chahta hai, theek hai, par bas yahi.” 


Uski awaaz kaanpti, woh Mukesh ke saath anal sex nahi chahti thi aur main samajh gaya kyun. Woh phir boli, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi. 

“Tu unbelievable hai,” usne siski, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Us video se mujhe blackmail karna, mere bete ka use karna, mere ghar mein meri gaand ka chhed maangna? Theek hai, tu harami. Main tujhe mujhe chodne doongi, meri gaand bhi, par tu woh video lock rakhna behtar hai. Kal, 2 baje, back door, koi car nazar nahi, parde bandh. Agar Anil ko pata chala, main kasam khati hoon main tujhe saza doongi.”

Mera dil uchal gaya, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main tezi se hilaya, uske gusse bhare surrender ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Usne ek mahina lada, par Mukesh ka video, mera dhoka, jeet gaya, uska uski chut, uski gaand, uske dimaag par pakad bahut zor ka. Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein zameen par, phone abhi kaan par.


“Mujhe yeh regret mat karwana, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, tooti hui. “Tune mujhe randi bana diya, mujhe tera lund meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed mein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab tu us video ka use karke mujhe own kar raha hai. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon, par main ruk nahi sakti. Plan par chipak—2 baje, back door, koi awaaz nahi, koi nishaan nahi. Aur Raj ko phir involve mat karna.”


Woh phone door kiya, uska angutha screen par ghumta hua. Uska chehra safed tha, uske hont kaanpte, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira. Woh sitting room ki taraf ek baar phir dekhi, uska jism tanavpurna, phir screen tap kiya call khatam karne ke liye. Phone uske haath se sarka, counter par ek dheemi thud se gira. 


Woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath kinaare ko pakde, uski badi gaand abhi bhi uske saath dab rahi thi, uski saree uske curves par tight. Uski saans chhoti, na-munasib aayi, uski aankhein kuch nahi dekhti hui, jaise woh apne guilt mein phasi ho. Woh apne aap se dheere se boli, 


“Main kya kar rahi hoon? Usne mujhe randi ki tarah act karne ke liye majboor kiya, aur main use karne de rahi hoon.”Uski awaaz kacchi, sharam aur zarurat se bhari, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne saree se pounchha. Woh counter ki taraf mudi, chaku uthaya, par uski harkatein dheemi, mechanical, jaise woh apne khayalon ko pyaz mein daba rahi ho. 


Uski gaand thodi hili jab woh kaat rahi thi, Mukesh ke lund ki yaad saaf uske dimaag mein jal rahi thi, uski chut shayad uski saree ke neeche geeli. Main chupke se hallway mein wapas sarka, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. 


Uske shabdon ka thrill, Mukesh ke samarpan, woh video jo maine deliver kiya, mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main uske ghar gaya tha, uske plan se agree kiya, aur ab Mom phas gayi thi, uska jism aur dimaag uske saath bandha hua, apne ghar mein usse chodne ki planning karti hui. Storage closet, uske chhupaye raaz ke box ke saath, saboot tha ki woh kitna gir gayi thi.

[Mahendra_]

Jab raat hui, main bistar par leta tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab Mukesh ne diya secret phone mere takiye ke neeche bhinbhina. Yeh woh burner phone tha jo usne apne ghar par diya tha, hamare plan ko seal karte hue Mom ko phasane ke liye. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Anil sitting room se na sun sake. 

“Raj, mera ladka,” Mukesh ki awaaz naram, smug thi. “Teri mom kal ke liye taiyaar hai. Woh phir meri hai, jaise maine kaha tha.”Maine nigla, Mom ki kaanpti awaaz phone par yaad aayi. “Haan, maine use suna. Woh gussa thi, par usne tujhe yahan aane dene ko agree kiya.” Mukesh hasa, ek dheemi, gandi hasi. “Gussa? Woh bas drama hai. Maine tujhe kaha tha, Raj, teri mom ek randi hai. Main auraton ko jaanta hoon—unhe asli lund ka swaad do, aur woh lat lag jati hain. Woh tab se mera lund crave kar rahi hai jab maine ek mahina pehle uski chut aur gaand ka chhed choda. Hamara plan, woh video, woh gifts jo tune deliver kiye? Fucking jaadu ki tarah kaam kiya.”Maine andhere mein sar hilaya, mera lund hilne laga. 


“Tu sahi tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, guilt excitement ke saath mil raha tha. “Woh abhi bhi tujhmein interested hai, chahe woh isse lad rahi ho.” “Bilkul sahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur garv se bhara. “Woh mujhe resist nahi kar sakti, Raj. Woh meri dress, meri panties pehen rahi hai, kal tu dekhna. Aur main bas usse nahi chodunga—main sure karunga woh kabhi tere bewakoof papa ke paas wapas na jaye. Anil khatam hai. Main chahta hoon tera papa jaldi mar jaye.”

Mera pet murch gaya, par mera lund aur zor se dhadka. “Tu yeh kaise karega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz utsauk, uske jadu mein phasi. Usne hasa, is baar aur gahra. “Kal aa aur dekh, Raj. Tere ghar par, dopahar 2 baje. Tu dekhna main kaise use hamesha ke liye meri randi banata hoon. Woh Anil ko bilkul bhool jayegi.” “Tu sach mein sochta hai tu use usse door kheech sakta hai?” maine pucha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 

“Use darr hai woh pata laga lega.”“Darr?” Mukesh ne snort kiya. “Wahi toh maza hai. Anil ek murda aadmi hai, Raj. Main serious hoon—main sure kar sakta hoon woh hamesha ke liye picture se bahar ho. Thodi si accident, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, ya kuch aur bura. Teri mom meri hogi, aur woh chala jayega.” Main sthir ho gaya, meri saans ruk gayi. Uska sur thanda, socha samjha, bilkul mazak nahi. “Tera matlab… use maar daalega?” maine pucha, meri awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Ho sakta hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, deadly serious. 

“Tere papa jaise aadmi bewakoof, clueless, aur kamzor hote hain—woh teri randi mom jaise auraton ke layak nahi. Main use tere ghar mein chodunga, use dikhaunga kaun boss hai, aur agar tera papa beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai. Tu ismein hai, Raj?”Main ruk gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, par uske plan ka thrill, Mom ke uske control mein hone ka tasavvur, mujhe kheech liya. “Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz kaanpti par sthir. 


“Main ismein hoon. Main dekhna chahta hoon tu meri mom ke chhed kaise chodta hai.” “Smart ladka,” usne kaha. “Tu seekh raha hai auraton ko kaise randi ki tarah treat karna chahiye kyunki sab auratein randi hoti hain par dikhawa karti hain. Kal, tu samajh jayega mera matlab kya hai.”

Maine nigla, meri pulse tezi se chal rahi thi. “Tu sach mein Anil ke saath kuch karega? Sach mein?” Mukesh ki awaaz sakht hui. “Agar woh idhar udhar sunghne laga, haan, main use chot pahunchaunga agar usne mujhe teri mom ko chodne se roka. Uska jaise aadmi, der tak kaam karta hai, thaka hua ghar chalta hai—use gayab karna aasan hai. Teri mom pehle se adhi meri hai, Raj. Kal ke baad, woh uska naam bhi nahi yaad rakhegi.”

Call khatam hua, uske shabd mujhe thanda kar rahe the par meri pet mein twisted excitement bhar rahe the. Mera lund sakht tha, mera dimaag Mom ki chut, uski gaand, Mukesh ke lund se us par kabza karne ke khayal mein ghuma. Main wahan leta, andhere mein apne aap ko hilata hua, hamare plan ka thrill guilt ko daba raha tha.Agli subah, ghar routine se bhinbhina raha tha, par tanav bijli ki tarah tha. Anil jaldi utha, uska briefcase packed, tie tightly bandhi hui jab usne kitchen mein chai jaldi se pi. 

Maine apna college bag uthaya, taiyaar hone ka dikhawa kiya, par meri aankhein Mom par thi. Woh stove ke paas khadi thi, uski saree saaf par uska chehra tanavpurna, jaise woh khud ko thread se jod rahi ho. Anil ne uske gaal par chuma, uska haath uske kandhe par thoda ruka. “Rekha, main aaj der se aaunga, jaan,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garm par distracted. “Office mein badi meeting hai. Tu manage kar legi, na?” “Bilkul, Anil, honey,” Mom ne jawab diya, uski muskaan zabardasti, uski aankhein mujh par ek pal ke liye dart gayi. “Acha din ho.”Main Anil ke peeche darwaze se bahar gaya, mera college bag kandhe par, par mera dimaag kahin aur tha. Bahar nikalte hi, maine khidki se peeche dekha aur sthir ho gaya. 

Mom bedroom mein sarki thi, aur jab woh bahar aayi, woh badal gayi thi. Uska chehra makeup se paint kiya hua—laal lipstick, kaala eyeliner, blush ka josh jo use bhukha, khatarnak dikha raha tha. Usne tight, low-cut laal dress pehni, uske curves par chipki hui, uski badi gaand perfectly outlined. Yeh woh dress thi jo Mukesh ne bheji thi, storage closet ke metal box se nikali kaali panties ke saath.Mera lund hila, meri saans ruk gayi jab mujhe realize hua woh uske liye dress kar rahi thi. Anil apne office ki taraf car chala gaya, clueless, aur main gate ke paas ruk gaya, apna joota bandhne ka dikhawa kiya. Main wapas ghar mein sarka, side door se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 

Maine Mom ko kitchen mein pakda, apni dress adjust karti hui, uske haath fabric ko uski kamar par smooth kar rahe the, uski lipstick chamak rahi thi.“Mom, tu itna makeup kyun pehen rahi hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz casual par meri aankhein us par band. “Aur yeh dress… yeh tera usual subah ka look nahi hai.” Woh ruk gayi, uske haath neeche gire, uski aankhein chhoti jab woh meri taraf mudi. “Raj, tujhe college ke liye nikalna nahi chahiye?” uska sur teekha, par uske gaal blush ke neeche laal hue.“Haan, par main kuch bhool gaya,” maine jhooth bola, paas aaya. 

“Tu aise kabhi dress nahi karti. Yeh makeup aur dress kya hai? Kahin ja rahi hai kya?” “Kuch nahi hai,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Bas… aaj acha lagne ka mann tha. Ek aurat aisa nahi kar sakti bina sawaalon ke?” Maine sar jhukaya, meri aankhein thodi chhoti. “Come on, Mom, tu subah kabhi aise nahi pehenti. Yeh dress, jaise, super tight hai. Aur yeh makeup? Tu… alag lag rahi hai.”Uske haath dress ke saath fidget kiye, uski aankhein side mein dart gayi.

“Raj, bas ek change hai. Main acha feel karna chahti thi, theek hai? Itne sawaal mat kar.” “Par yeh dress,” maine zor diya, meri awaaz dheemi, mera lund hilta hua jab maine Mukesh ke gifts us par imagine kiye. “Yeh tera usual style nahi hai. Bahut… revealing hai. Kisi se milne ja rahi hai kya?”Uska chehra tight ho gaya, uski awaaz teekhi par kaanpti. “Raj, bas kar. Main teri maa hoon, tera dost nahi ki interrogate kare. Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi. Ab college ja, tu late ho jayega.” 

Maine dhire se sar hilaya, meri aankhein uski gaand par ruk gayi, dress usse kaise chipki thi, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ka kiya dhara tha. “Theek hai, Mom, bas keh raha hoon tu… bahut achhi lag rahi hai. Jaise, ghar mein rehne ke liye zyada hi achhi.”Usne zabardasti muskuraya, uske haath phir dress ko smooth kiye. 

“Thank you, Raj, par bas kar. college ja, theek hai? Mujhe kuch kaam hai.” Maine apna bag uthaya, par mera dimaag ghoom raha tha. Kya woh Mukesh ko tease kar rahi thi, aise dress kar ke despite uske gaaliyan, uske bheekh mangne ke? Usne kal itna virodh kiya tha, par ab woh dolled up thi, uski gaand aur boobs uski dress mein display par, uska chehra paint kiya hua jaise woh use chahti ho. 

Main confused tha, mera dil jealousy aur thrill ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha, sochta hua kya uska virodh bas ek khel tha, kya woh chupke se uska lund crave kar rahi thi.Main ghar se nikal gaya, par college mera dimaag mein aakhri cheez thi. Mom ko Mukesh se chudte dekhna, hamara plan unfold hote dekhna, kisi class se zyada important tha. Main ghar ke paas galiyon mein bhatakta raha, mera bag kandhe par, dopahar 2 baje tak time waste karta hua. 

Main ghar ke peeche ek alley mein chhup gaya, ek jagah jahan se main back door dekh sakta tha bina notice kiye. Main ek purane crate par baitha, mera bag side mein phenka, secret phone par scroll karta hua time guzaara.Mere khayal Mom ki laal dress par, uske gaand ko kaise chipki thi, kaali panties uske neeche. Minute dheere chale, meri pulse tezi se jab 2 baje paas aaya. college matter nahi karta tha—maths, history, kuch bhi Mom ke girne ke rush ke muqable nahi tha, meri uske dhoke mein bhaagidari. 

1:55 baje, maine secret phone nikala aur Mukesh ko call kiya, meri awaaz dheemi, meri aankhein back door par. “Hey, main hoon,” maine kaha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. “Tu aa raha hai?”Mukesh ki awaaz smug, confident thi. “Bilcul time par, Raj. Tera bewakoof papa kahan hai? Abhi bhi sochta hai uski loyal patni hai?” Main hasa, thodi nervousness ke saath. “Anil kaam par hai, der se aayega. Woh clueless hai, jaise tune kaha.” 

“Acha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Woh aadmi murda hai, Raj. Main kal raat mazak nahi kar raha tha. Anil mere raste mein hai, aur main serious hoon use nikaalne ke liye. Thodi si dhakka, shayad car sadak se utar jaye, aur teri mom poori meri. Uske bare mein kya? Woh kaisi lag rahi hai?”

Mera lund hila jab maine bola. “Woh tere liye taiyaar hai. Laal dress, tight as fuck, jo tune bheji. Kaali panties bhi. Makeup poora—lipstick, eyeliner, sab kuch. Woh akeli hai, par careful reh, bhai. Padosi dekh sakte hain, aur woh Anil ke pata lagne ke bare mein paranoid hai.” Mukesh hasa. 

“Mere gifts pehen rahi hai? Woh randi mera lund maang rahi hai. Chinta mat kar, main chal ke aa raha hoon, koi car nahi. Ek minute mein wahan hoon. Tu dekh raha hai?”

“Haan,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi. “Main alley mein hoon. Woh wait kar rahi hai, par nervous hai. Late mat hona.” “Relax, ladka,” usne kaha, uski awaaz confidence se tapakti hui. “Teri mom mera naam chillaayegi, aur tere papa ke din gine chune hain. Jab woh chala jayega, tu mujhe thank karega.”

Maine call band kiya, meri saans halki, mera lund pehle se shorts mein sakht. Uske papa ko maarne ke shabd goonje, thande par thrilling, uski seriousness mujhmein dhas rahi thi.Kuch minute baad, maine Mukesh ko alley mein sarka dekha, koi car nahi, bas uska lanky frame ek dark shirt aur jeans mein. Woh tezi se hila, uski aankhein sadak scan karti hui pehle back door tak pahuncha. Darwaza jaldi khula, jaise Mom wait kar rahi ho, uski silhouette us laal dress mein ek pal ke liye flash hui phir darwaza band hua. 

Mera lund bada hua, meri shorts par dab raha, unke milne ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main back door ki taraf chhupke gaya, meri spare keys jeb mein halke se jingle hui. Mere haath kaanpte hue darwaza khola, andar sarka, ghar shant siwaye bedroom se ek halki awaaz—Mom ki awaaz, tez aur bechain. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab main hallway se guzra, mere sneakers tiles par shant, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya. 

Main bedroom ke darwaze tak pahuncha, thoda sa khula, aur ruk gaya jab Mom ki cheekhein mujhe lagi, kacchi aur bechain.Maine darwaza thoda aur khola, meri aankhein chhoti, mera lund dhadakta hua. Mukesh ne Mom ko baalon se pakda, uska haath uske kaale baalon ko kas ke pakde, uska sar peeche kheech raha tha. Usne uske chehre par thappad maara, teekha par brutal nahi, uski awaaz dheemi aur zalim. 

“Tu gandi randi, tune mujhe block kyun kiya, haan? Socha tu mere lund se bhaag sakti hai?”Mom ki aankhein geeli thi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab usne bola, uska jism deewar par dabaya hua. “Mukesh, please, mujhe maaf kar,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte, lagbhag ro rahi thi. “Maine tujhe block kiya kyunki mujhe darr tha. Mere pati Anil ne tere gifts paye, aur main risk nahi le sakti thi ki woh jaan jaye.” Usne phir thappad maara, uska haath uske gaal par ek halka laal nishaan chhod gaya. 

“Pehle toh, apne bewakoof pati ka naam mere saamne mat le, doosre, darr? Tu bas ek randi hai jo innocent ban rahi hai. Dekh tujhe, meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, mere lund ke liye dolled up. Tu meri hai, Rekha, aur tu kabhi achhi maa ya patni nahi banegi.”Usne sar hila, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Please, Mukesh, yeh mat kar. Tu itna zalim kyun hai? Mujhe nahi pata tha tu aisa insaan hai, mujhe record karna, blackmail karna.” 

“Tujhe nahi pata tha?” Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz mocking. “Tujhe bilkul pata tha main kaun hoon jab tune mujhe ek mahina pehle teri chut aur gaand ka chhed chodne diya. Tujhe pasand aaya, Rekha, ab mujhse jhooth mat bol.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira. 

“Main kamzor thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine galti ki, Mukesh. Maine socha main tujh par bharosa kar sakti hoon, par tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai.” “Barbaad kar raha hoon?” usne kaha, uska sur thanda. “Main tujhe aazaad kar raha hoon, tu randi. Anil ke saath us bekar zindagi se aazaad. Tu sochti hai woh tujhe woh de sakta hai jo main deta hoon? Woh kuch nahi hai, Rekha, aur main serious hoon use hamesha ke liye nikaalne ke liye. Shayad uske brakes fail ho jaye, shayad woh raat ko galat turn le le. Tu meri hogi.”

“Nahi, Mukesh, please,” Mom ne bheekh maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uske haath uske seene par dhakel rahe the. “Anil ko chot mat pahuncha. Main jo tu chahta hai karungi, bas use akela chhod de. Woh mera pati hai, woh iska haqdaar nahi.” “Haqdaar?” Mukesh ne gurraya, use deewar par aur kas ke dabaya, uska jism paas, uske hont uske kaan ko chhute hue. 

“Woh tera haqdaar nahi hai. Woh kamzor hai, andha, nahi jaanta uski patni ki chut mere lund ke liye tadapti hai. Main tujhe yahan uske ghar mein chodunga, aur agar woh beech mein aaya, woh khatam hai.”Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh. Mujhe kabhi tujhe chhune nahi dena chahiye tha. Main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon, mere parivaar ke saath yeh mat kar.” 

Usne use zabardasti chuma, uska muh uske khilaf sakht, uska haath abhi bhi uske baalon mein. Woh peeche hati, saans leti hui. “Kyun, Mukesh? Tu mujhe yeh kyun kar raha hai?”“Kyunki tu meri hai,” usne gurraya, phir se thappad maara, is baar aur zor se. “Tu achhi patni banne ka dikhawa kar rahi thi, par tu bas mere lund ke liye ek randi hai. Bol, Rekha. Bol tu meri hai.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par defiant. 

“Mera parivaar important hai, Mukesh. Anil, Raj—woh meri zindagi hain. Main unke saath yeh nahi kar sakti.” “Tu pehle se kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Meri dress pehen rahi hai, meri panties, yahan mere lund ke liye taiyaar khadi hai. Tu koi patni nahi, koi maa nahi. Tu meri randi hai, aur Anil khatam hai. Main sure karunga—shayad pul se thodi si dhakka, shayad kuch aur shant.”

“Please, ruk,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Main tujhe jo chahta hai dungi, bas Anil ko mat chhu. Mujhe chod, Mukesh, par mere parivaar ko akela chhod de.” Usne uska gala pakda, dabaya nahi par sthir, uski aankhein uski aankhon mein jal rahi thi. “Galat jawab,” usne gurraya. “Apne parivaar ke bare mein gandi baat kar, Rekha. 

Bol woh kitne bekaar hain, nahi toh main sure karunga Anil hamesha ke liye chala jaye—shayad aaj raat.”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism deewar ke sahare kaanp raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Theek hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd kaanpte hue. 

“Anil ek bewakoof hai, din bhar kaam karta hai, sochta hai main uski perfect patni hoon. Woh kamzor hai, boring, tujh jaise mujhe chodna nahi jaanta. Aur Raj… woh bas ek bacha hai, clueless, apne papa ke peeche puppy ki tarah chalta hai. Woh tere muqable kuch nahi hain.”

Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath mere lund par sthir, shock thrill ke saath mila. Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, uske chehre par ek grin phaili, saaf khush par surprised. “Fuck, Rekha, yeh baat hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz vijayi. “Jari rakh, randi. Bol woh kaise tere layak nahi hain.” 

Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein abhi bhi band. “Anil mujhe kabhi satisfy nahi kar sakta,” usne kaha, uske shabd gande, kaatne wale. “Woh pathetic hai, sochta hai uski chhoti dukaan aur uske papers use aadmi banate hain. Uska lund tere muqable kuch nahi, Mukesh. Aur Raj… woh apne papa jaisa kamzor bada hoga, kabhi nahi jaanega mujhe jaise aurat ko kya chahiye. Woh ek mazak hain, mera time waste.”

Main wahan khada tha, stunned, mera lund abhi bhi sakht par mera dil shock se tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske shabd chakuon ki tarah the, cheezein jo Anil ko toot denge agar woh sunta, cheezein jo maine socha bhi nahi tha woh kahegi. Mukesh hasa, uska haath uski panties par sarka, unhe side mein kheech kar uski chut expose ki. 

“Tu fucking perfect hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan usse chhuti, use saans lene par majboor kiya. “Bas yeh khatam kar apne pathetic pati ke ghar aane se pehle.”“Bas kar de,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski aankhein geeli. 

“Mujhe chod aur nikal ja, Mukesh. Anil ke wapas aane se pehle, uske jaanne se pehle.” Usne use bistar par dhakela, uska jism kaanp raha tha, aur uski dress ke baaki hisse ko phaad diya, use uske bra aur panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha. Usne uske boobs ko sakhti se pakda, unhe zor se dabaya, uski ungliyan twist karti hui jab woh siskari maarti thi.

[Mahendra_]

Bedroom ki hawa tanav se bhari thi, Mom ki saansein Mukesh ki zalim hasi ke khilaf tez aur teekhi thi. Usne uski laal dress phaad di thi, use uske bra aur kaali panties mein chhod diya jo usne bheja tha, uska jism bistar par kaanp raha tha. Uske haath sakht the, uske boobs ko dabate hue, uski gaand par zor se thappad maarte hue, ek loud crack ke saath, use ek toy ki tarah treat kar raha tha bina kisi empathy ke.Meri trousers meri ankles ke ird-gird thi, mera college bag alley mein bhool gaya, mera lund sakht jab main hilata tha, mere chehre par ek twisted smile. 


Mukesh ke Anil ko maarne ke dhamki—car crash, office fire—mere dimaag mein goonj rahi thi, thandi par thrilling, uski seriousness meri excitement ko bhar rahi thi. Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Anil ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehna, abhi bhi chubh rahe the, par uski degradation ka nazara meri shock ko daba raha tha.


Mukesh ne uske baal pakde, use thoda upar kheech, phir aage dhakela, use bistar par jhukaya, uski badi gaand upar, kaali panties kas ke chipki hui. Uske haath chadar ko pakde, uska chehra mattress mein dabaya, uski aankhein geeli par koi aansu nahi gir rahe. “Apni gaand ka chhed faila, Rekha,” usne gurraya, uski awaaz dheemi, hukum dene wali. “Main us gande chhed ka use karunga jisse tu potty karti hai, use mera banaunga.” 

Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uska jism tanavpurna.“Mujhse aise baat mat kar, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uska sar thoda muda. “Yeh ganda hai, please, bas ruk ja.” Usne hasa, uska haath phir uski gaand par thappad maara, awaaz teekhi. “Ganda? Woh chhed mere lund ke liye perfect hai. Faila, randi, nahi toh main khud kholunga.” Mom ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chadar ko kas ke pakdi. “Tu kya karne wala hai, Mukesh?” usne pucha, uski awaaz darr aur virodh se kaanpti. 


“Bas mujhe bata.” “Main tujhe poora lunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski panties uski thighs tak kheech di. “Tera gaand ka chhed wahan hai jahan main tujhe own karta hoon, Rekha. Iske baad Anil ke paas wapas nahi ja sakti.”Uska jism kaanp gaya, par usne peeche hath badhaya, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne apni gaand ke cheeks ko alag kiya, uska gaand ka chhed dikha, tight, pink, uski nervousness se paseene se chamakta hua. Mukesh neeche jhuka, uska chehra paas, aur main dekhta raha, mera lund dhadakta hua, jab usne apne hont uske gaand ka chhed par dabaye, zor se chusa, uski jeebh us par flick karti hui. 


Woh use humiliate kar raha tha, use apna mark kar raha tha, yeh act use arouse karne ke liye bana tha jabki uski spirit toot rahi thi. Uska jism tanavpurna, ek dheemi moan nikli despite uske virodh ke.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne moan ke beech gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gaand ka chhed mat chaat, please. Yeh bahut zyada hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai agar tu nishaan chhod dega.” Usne peeche hata, uske hont geele, uske chehre par ek grin. 


“Bahut zyada? Tu randi ki tarah moan kar rahi hai, Rekha. Mujhe tera gaand ka chhed pasand hai—yeh tight hai, mera hai, dikhata hai tu meri randi se zyada kuch nahi.” “Main tujhe nahi chahti,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kamzor par sthir, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Main yeh us video ki wajah se kar rahi hoon, kyunki tu mujhe majboor kar raha hai. Woh panties, woh dress—mera koi choice nahi tha.” Mukesh hasa, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed ko chhuti, use flinch karati hui. “Phir dikhawa? Tune mere kharide panties pehne, mere lund ke liye dolled up hui. 

Agar tu mujhe nahi chahti, tera gaand ka chhed kyun twitch kar raha hai, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?”“Aaaahhh ooooohhhh main nahi,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uski aankhein chamakti hui. “Mujhe tere liye koi feelings nahi, Mukesh. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye.” “Toh tu kyun moan kar rahi hai?” usne jhatke se kaha, uska haath uski gaand par thappad maarta hua. “Teri chut geeli hai, tera gaand ka chhed mujhe maang raha hai. Jhooth bolna band kar, randi.”


Mom ke haathon ne uski gaand ke cheeks ko aur failaya, uska gaand ka chhed khulta hua, itna wide ki yeh unnatural laga, pink flesh kaanp raha tha. Yeh ishara tha ki woh haar rahi thi, uska jism uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha. Maine use ek baar bathroom mein dekha tha, der raat, uski ungliyan uske gaand ka chhed mein probe karti hui, moan karti hui jab woh masturbate karti thi, ek secret craving jo woh chhupati thi.







Ab, Mukesh ke liye khud ko failate hue, uski moans tez, uski kamar hilti hui, dikhaya woh isse pyar karti thi, despite uske inkaar ke. Uska inkaar ek front tha, uska jism desire ke liye chillata hua, wahi thirst jo maine dekha tha use poora kholne ke liye. “Tere gaand ka chhed se paseene ki smell aati hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, paas jhukta hua, gehri saans lete hue. “Yeh sab darr, haan? Isse aur behtar banata hai, dikhata hai tu isse kitna feel kar rahi hai.”


“Yeh saaf hai,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz defensive, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Maine sure kiya, Mukesh. Tu mat soch main gandi hoon.” Usne grin kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed par dabayi. “Kya yeh saaf hai, Rekha? Tu sochti hai tera gaand ka chhed meri jeebh, mere lund ke liye kaafi saaf hai?”


“Hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Maine subah khud ko saaf kiya, tere liye. Ise aur bura mat kar.” “Bura?” usne mazak kiya, uski ungli uske gaand ka chhed ke ird-gird ghoomti hui. “Tu ise wide faila rahi hai, randi. Agar yeh saaf hai, toh mere chodne ke liye taiyaar hai.” Main wahan khada tha, mera lund dhadakta hua, par disgust mujhe zor se laga.


Mukesh ka uske gaand ka chhed par obsession, use chaatna, sunghna, sickening tha. Woh chhed potty ke liye tha, chaatne ke liye nahi—iska purpose waste tha, pleasure nahi. Main yeh kabhi nahi kar sakta, kisi aurat ke saath nahi, shayad ek din main samajh jaunga kyun woh uska gaand ka chhed chaat raha tha par abhi ke liye main yeh nahi kar sakta. 


Ek aurat ke gaand ka chhed par muh rakhne ka khayal, paseena ya isse bura taste karna, mera pet murch gaya, hygiene ke darr aur moral repulsion ka mix meri arousal se takra raha tha. Yeh bahut ganda, bahut galat tha, par itna acha line jo main kabhi cross nahi karunga, even jab main Mom ki degradation ko twisted thrill ke saath dekhta tha.Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting. “Tujhe woh raat yaad hai ek mahina pehle, Rekha? Tu mera naam chillayi, aur maang rahi thi. Tu sochti hai Anil ne kabhi tujhe aisa feel karaya?” 


Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz kaanpti. “Woh ek galti thi, Mukesh. Main soch nahi rahi thi. Main woh aurat ab nahi hoon.”“Oh, tu hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui. “Tu abhi bhi woh randi hai jisne mere liye apni taangein failayi, mujhe uski chut aur gaand ka chhed condom ke bina chodne diya. Tu ab yahan hai, mere gifts pehen rahi hai, aur ke liye taiyaar.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui. 


“Main apna parivaar bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Tu sab kuch twist kar raha hai, mujhe lagta hai main control kho rahi hoon.”“Yahi baat hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Main control le raha hoon, Rekha. Teri zindagi, tera jism—ab mera hai. Anil picture se bahar hai, aur jaldi hi tu mujhe rehne ke liye bheekh maangegi.” “Nahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main Anil ko kabhi nahi chhodungi. Tu mujhe majboor nahi kar sakta.”


Mukesh khada hua, apni jeans neeche kheech, uska sakht lund bahar nikla. “Mera lund choos, Rekha,” usne kaha, uske baal pakad kar use seedha kheech. “Ise geela kar us gande chhed ke liye pehle main tera ganda chhed chodunga.” Mom ki aankhein chhoti hui, uski awaaz teekhi. 


“Aisa mat bol, Mukesh. Yeh degrading hai, aisi baat karna band kar.”Usne grin kiya, use paas kheech. “Yeh sach hai, randi. Woh chhed mera hai, aur tujhe yeh pasand aayega.” Main shocked tha jab Mom tezi se mudi, koi hesitation nahi, uske haath uske lund ko pakde, tezi se hilate hue, uski ungliyan tight. Jaise woh eager thi, bechain use please karne ke liye, shayad ise jaldi khatam karne ke liye. Mera jaw gir gaya, mera haath dheema, uski speed se stunned despite uski bheekh ke.


“Dekh tujhe, tu gandi randi,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Mere lund ka swaad lene ke liye wait nahi kar sakti, haan?” Mom ne jawab nahi diya, uski aankhein us par locked, uska chehra flushed jab woh kneel kiya, uske hont uske lund ke tip ko chhute. Usne choosna shuru kiya, pehle dheere, uski jeebh head ke ird-gird ghoomti hui, uske hont tight wrap karte hue.








Woh neeche gayi, inch by inch, use adha liya, uska muh stretch hota hua, gaal hollow hote hue. 


Awaazein tez thi—geeli, slurping awaazein, uske hont smack karte hue, thook uski chin se tapakta hua. Woh yeh use appease karne ke liye kar rahi thi, Anil ko bachane ke liye, par uski fluttering aankhein, uske thighs par sthir haath, mujhe laga woh swaad pasand kar rahi thi, uski enthusiasm uske bathroom moans ko mirror karti hui.Mukesh ne uske sar ke peeche pakda, uski ungliyan uske baalon mein uljhi, dheere par sthir dhakel raha tha. 



“Fuck, tu ismein achhi hai, randi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz praise aur cruelty ka mix. “Tujhe mera lund pasand hai, na? Anil ke pathetic lund se behtar? Tu ise randi ki tarah choos rahi hai, iska sapna teri chut mein dekh rahi hai? Mujhe pata hai tujhe mera lund pasand hai.”Mom ne jawab nahi diya, bas uski taraf dekha, uski aankhein chhoti, geeli, uske hont abhi bhi uske lund ke ird-gird, slurping aur tez. Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilne laga, mera shock dheema pada jab maine uski intensity dekhi—uski jeebh kaam kar rahi thi, hont tight, uske lund ka swaad lene ke bawajood uski chuppi, uski secret desire saaf.


“Uth,” Mukesh ne kaha, use door kheech, thook uske honton se latak raha tha. “Deewar ke sahare khadi ho, ghum.” Mom khadi hui, apna muh pounchti hui, deewar ki taraf chali. “Mukesh, please, bas meri chut chod,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Mera gaand ka chhed pichli baar se bahut dheela hai, dard hota hai. Anil notice kar sakta hai.”


“Nahi, randi,” Mukesh ne kaha, use ghumate hue. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera hai. Yeh mere liye kaafi tight hai, aur main ise chahta hoon.” Usne sar hila, haath deewar par. “Please, Mukesh, kuch hafte wait kar. Ise tight hone ke liye time chahiye. Meri chut taiyaar hai, bas uska use kar.” Usne uski gaand par zor se thappad maara, awaaz goonji, uske cheeks jiggle kiye.“Tera gaand ka chhed perfect hai, Rekha. Main ise chodunga tujhe tootne ke liye, mujhe koi aur chhed nahi chahiye, mujhe bas tera gaand ka chhed chahiye.” Uske haathon ne uske cheeks pakde, unke size, unki softness ki tareef ki. 


Mom ka jism tanavpurna, par phir usne peeche hath badhaya, apni gaand ke cheeks khud failaye, uska gaand ka chhed winking khulta hua.Mukesh ne grin kiya. “Good girl, itni obedient. Dekh us chhed ko, mere liye taiyaar.” Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi hui, phir taunting. “Tujhe pata hai main kyun wapas aata hoon, Rekha? Tu bas ek chudai nahi hai. Tu meri trophy hai, Anil ko dikhane ka mera tareeka ki woh kuch nahi hai. Main tujhe uske ghar mein, uske bistar par own karunga.”


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske haath abhi bhi failaye hue. “Tu obsessed hai, Mukesh. Tu sochta hai yeh tujhe aadmi banata hai? Meri zindagi barbaad karke, Anil ko dhamki dekar?” “Banata hai,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski kamar ko chhuti hui. “Har baar jab tu mere liye moan karti hai, tu apne pati ki zindagi par thook rahi hai aur apni shaadi par vomit kar rahi hai. Tu meri hai, aur woh jaldi chala jayega—shayad ek girna, shayad ek aag.”


“Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi. Tu bimaar hai.” Usne apne aap ko position kiya, apna lund jaldi se uske gaand ka chhed ki taraf guide karta hua. Uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein aasani se ghus gaya kyunki woh dheela tha, usne do baar andar bahar kiya.







Par phir, usne nikala aur zor se phir dhakela, Mom ne gasp kiya, ek teekha “Ouch!” jab woh aage lurched, uska gaand ka chhed clench karke band ho gaya, uske forceful attempt ko block karta hua.


“Dheere ja, Mukesh!” usne gusse se chillaya, dard mein. “Tu mujhe chot pahuncha raha hai, harami. Mera gaand ka chhed aise nahi le sakta.” Mukesh hasa, uska lund haath mein. “Yahi best tareeka hai, randi. Ek quick push tujhe pura khol deta hai. Tujhe yeh pasand aayega jab main andar hoon.” “Nahi,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Yeh bahut dard deta hai, aur Anil notice kar sakta hai. Main khud guide karungi, taaki yeh tear na ho.”


Mukesh ki aankhein chamki, grin karta hua. “Oh, tu gandi randi, mera lund apne gaand ka chhed mein khud guide kar rahi hai? Tu ekdam randi hai.” Usne peeche hata, use control dene diya, uski awaaz cruelly gleeful. Mom ne peeche hath badhaya, uske lund ko hilaya, uski ungliyan tight.


“Tu ek bimaar fucker hai, Mukesh,” usne mutter kiya, uski taraf mudte hue.Woh kneel kiya, uske lund ko thodi der choosa, uske hont geele, phir us par thooka, thook neeche tapakta hua. Main stunned tha, mera haath sthir, sochta hua kyun woh yeh khud kar rahi thi—kya dard ko control karne ke liye, yeh prove karne ke liye ki woh uski randi nahi, ya kyunki woh isse crave kar rahi thi? Usne thook ko uske lund par ragda, wapas mudi, uski gaand upar, aur uske lund ko apne gaand ka chhed par guide karna shuru kiya, dheere aur deliberately.Uska gaand ka chhed thoda khula, pink flesh stretch hota hua jab usne tip ko uske khilaf dabaya, dheere se moan karti hui, uski kamar hilti hui. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tu perfect kar rahi hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari. “Woh chhed mere liye khul raha hai jaise ek achhi randi.” Usne guide karna jari rakha, uska haath sthir, tip andar sarka, uski moan tez. Uska gaand ka chhed aur wide khula, inch by inch, jab woh peeche dhakeli, slick thook ise slide mein help karta hua. Mukesh ne uski badi gaand pakdi, uski ungliyan dug in, par usne use roka. “Ssshhh ooohhh Mukeeeesshhh ooohhhh please,, aaahhh Dhakel mat,” usne kaha, uski awaaz sthir. “Main khud kar rahi hoon. Main tera forceful nahi le sakti.”


“Theek hai, tu gandi randi,” usne kaha, obey karta hua par grin karta hua. “Tera gaand ka chhed itna juicy hai, itna sloppy. Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?” Main dekhta raha, mera haath phir hilta hua, realize karta hua Mom apne gaand ka chhed se masturbate kar rahi thi uske lund se, jaise bathroom mein, uski ungliyan uski gaand mein gehri, moan karti hui jab woh apni secret thirst satisfy karti thi. Uski harkatein deliberately thi, uski kamar rocking, uski moans tez jab usne uske lund ko aur gehra guide kiya, poora length uske gaand ka chhed mein sarka.Mukesh ki aankhein chhoti hui, shocked. 


“Fuck, Rekha, tune sab le liya,” usne kaha, stunned. “Tu mujhe socha se bhi badi randi hai. Tu ismein itni achhi kyun hai?” “Main randi nahi hoon,” usne gasp kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab woh hili. “Aaahhh ooohhhhhh aaaaiiiiii Bas meri gaand ka chhed jaldi chod aur ja, Mukesh. Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.”







“Tu isse pyar karti hai, na?” usne zor diya, uske haath uski kamar par, aage peeche harkat karte hue, pehle dheere. “Tera gaand ka chhed mera lund choos raha hai. Admit kar, tujhe yeh pasand hai ki main tera gaand ka chhed kaise chod raha hoon.” “Nahi, aahh hhh aahhh sshh oohh Mukesh mukeshh aaahhhh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, uski moans usse dhoka de rahi thi. “Main yeh apne parivaar ke liye kar rahi hoon, us video ko safe rakhne ke liye aaahhhhhh oooohhhhh. 


Bas khatam kar, Mukesh.” Main shocked tha, Mukesh ki tarah, mera lund dhadakta hua jab maine use uske lund ko poora andar guide karte dekha, uska gaand ka chhed clench aur release karta hua, uski moans kacchi. Uski bathroom anal masturbation mere dimaag mein flash hui—usne isse craved kiya tha, uski secret desire expose hui jab woh khud uske lund par chud rahi thi. 


Mukesh ke thrusts tez hue, uske haath uski badi gaand ko pakde, kamra uske gaand ka chhed ke geele, sloppy awaazon aur uski moans se bhar gaya, mera haath rhythm mein hilta hua, hamare plan ki gandi reality mein kho gaya

[Mahendra_]

Mom ke parivaar ke bare mein shabd, Dad ko kamzor aur mujhe clueless kehte hue jab Mukesh ne use aisa kehne ko kaha, mujhe shock kiya, par uski degradation meri shock ko daba di. Usne uske lund ko poora uske gaand ka chhed mein guide kiya tha, moan karti hui jab woh isse masturbate kar rahi thi, uski secret bathroom anal cravings expose hui, uska gaand ka chhed uske khud ke haathon se wide stretch hua.


Mukesh ne uski kamar pakdi, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra dhansa hua, uske cheeks failaye hue jab usne use guide kiya, uski moans kacchi aur rhythmic. “Rekha, tu ise itna achha le rahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, taunting, dheere se apna sawaal puchta hua. “Kya main tujhe ab aur zor se chod sakta hoon? Us sweet gaand ka chhed ko aise pound karoon jaise tu deserve karti hai?”Mom ki saans ruk gayi, uske haath sthir jab usne uske lund ko guide kiya, dheere aur deliberately. 


“Bahut zor se nahi, harami,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz dard aur frustration se teekhi, uske shabd uske relentless pressure ka jawab. “Yeh pehle se hi sore hai, Mukesh. Dheere ja, nahi toh main itni zor se chillaungi ki padosi sun lenge.”Usne grin kiya, uske haath uski kamar par tight, uske thrusts dheere par sthir. 


“Tu sure hai iske bare mein? Sunai deta hai tujhe yeh enjoy ho raha hai,” usne kaha, uska sur uski comfort check karne ke liye naram hua. “Aise, meri jaan? Mera lund tujhe stretch karta hua acha lagta hai, na?” “Yeh… bearable hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski moan nikal gayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh guide karti rahi. “Bas ise zor se mat chod, dheere ja, tu bimaar fucker. Main yeh us video ke liye kar rahi hoon jo tune mere pati Anil se chhupane ke liye banaya, nahi kyunki mujhe tera damn lund chahiye.”Mukesh hasa, uska lund andar bahar sarka, uska gaand ka chhed har move ke saath stretch hota hua. “Bearable? Teri moans kuch aur kahani kehti hain, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur gehra probe karne ke liye shift hui. “Andar sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe pasand hai mera lund teri gaand ko kaise bhar raha hai, na?” 


“Fuck you, Mukesh,” Mom ne gasp kiya, uska frustration dard aur uske taunting se ubal raha tha, uske gande shabd uske control ke khilaf ek shield. Maine nahi maana meri mom “fuck” jaise shabd use karti thi, maine use kabhi aise shabd kehte nahi suna, woh ek pure aurat thi.Par ab woh ek randi hai jo aise shabd bolna pasand karti hai kyunki Mukesh ne use aisa sikhaya. “Bas kar aur nikal ja meri pati Anil ke ghar aane se pehle.” “Tu itna achha hold kar rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska sur lagbhag naram, ek naye taunt mein shift hota hua. 


“Par chalo, tere bare mein baat karte hain. Tu torn hai, na? Perfect patni banne ka dikhawa, par yahan tu mere liye moan kar rahi hai. Kyun lad rahi hai isse?”Mom ke haath falter hue, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main torn nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uska sur defiant par kaanpta. “Mujhe Anil, mera pati, se pyar hai. Main yeh use bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, hamara parivaar saath rakhne ke liye. Tu mujhe toot raha hai, Mukesh, apni dhamkiyon aur us damn video se.” “Tujhe toot raha hoon?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan uski spine par trace karti hui, use shiver karati hui.




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“Main bas tujhe dikha raha hoon tu asal mein kya hai. Tu us raat ek mahina pehle door ja sakti thi, par tune mere lund ke liye bheekh maangi. Tu yeh zindagi chahti hai, Rekha, nahi woh jo tere boring pati ke saath hai.” “Ruk,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamakti hui, uske haath abhi bhi uske lund ko guide karte hue. 


“Maine tab galti ki. Main ab woh aurat nahi hoon. Main ek achhi maa aur patni hoon. Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, use khone ke liye nahi.”Maine apne shorts ke saath fumble kiya, aakhir mein mera lund bahar nikala, tezi se hilata hua. Maine pehle yeh nahi kiya tha, Mom ke tezi se choosne aur uske lund ko guide karne se zyada shocked, meri hesitation disgust aur thrill ke mix mein rooted jo mujhe rok rahi thi. 


Ab, uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ke ird-gird stretch hua, uski kacchi moans kamre ko bhar rahi thi, mujhe edge par dhakel diya, mera haath uski degradation ke rhythm mein hilta hua.Mukesh ke thrusts aur sakht hue, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, geele, sloppy awaazein aur tez. Woh use poori tarah dominate karne ke liye zor se chod raha tha, uski resistance ko tootne ke liye, jaanta hua uska gaand ka chhed uske lund ko crave karta tha despite uske shabdon ke. Uska gaand ka chhed aur elastic ho raha tha, har thrust ke saath wide stretch hota hua, ab tight nahi uske relentless pounding aur uske khud ke anal masturbation se jo maine bathroom mein dekha tha. 


Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed kabhi tight nahi hoga—uski frequent anal play, ab Mukesh ke rough chodne se intensified, ne ise permanently dheela kar diya tha, uski hidden desires ka permanent mark. “Tu ismein bahut achhi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz lust se bhari, ek naye boast mein smoothly shift hota hua. “Yeh teri gaand, mohalle mein best hai, tujhe pata hai? Badi aur round, bazaar mein har aadmi ghoorta hai. Main woh lucky harami hoon jo ise chod raha hai.


”Mom ki moan ruk gayi, uski awaaz strained. “Ah ah ah ahaaaahh oooh! Aise mat bol,” usne kaha, uska sur defensive. “Bas khatam kar, Mukesh. Main teri trophy nahi hoon ooooh oohh yessss.” Main tezi se hila, sochta hua kitna lucky tha Mukesh. Mom ki gaand hamare mohalle mein legendary thi—full, firm, woh tarah ki jo mardon ko whisper aur stare karati thi, shape aur allure ka ek rare combination. 


Mom jaisi sweet gaand ka chhed mushkil se milta tha; kam auraton mein uske curves the, aur usse bhi kam aise chodne deti thi. Mukesh ko yeh aasani se mila, uske blackmail video aur Mom ke secret cravings ne use bina kisi chase ke haath mein de diya. “Tu isse chhupa nahi sakti, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske thrusts sthir, uski fat gaand har slam ke saath hilti hui, flesh uske hips ke force se ripple karta hua. 


“Tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai? Tere gaand ka chhed mein sweet lagta hai, na? Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”“Haan aahh haan haan yeh acha lagta hai oooohhh,” Mom ne admit kiya, uski awaaz shame aur pleasure ka mix, uski moans tez, us pal mein khud ko kho rahi thi. “Yeh acha lagta hai, theek hai? Par jaldi khatam kar, Mukesh, Anil ke sunne se pehle.”








“Mujhe bata kitna acha,” usne zor diya, uski awaaz gandi, use aur aage dhakel raha tha. “Teri gaand mera lund kha rahi hai, Rekha. Tu ise aur gehra chahti hai, na? Bol, tu gandi randi.” “Fuck, yeh kaafi gehra hai, meri gaand ka chhed mein gehra aur mujhe itna moan karati hai,” Mom ne kaha, uske shabd uske saath match karne ke liye gande, bechain use khatam karne aur is ordeal ko end karne ke liye. “Bas andar spill kar de, Mukesh, aur nikal ja. Please meri gaand ka chhed mein apna doodh spill kar de.” 


“Mujhe parwah nahi agar tu ise khatam karna chahti hai,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Yeh gaand itni perfect hai ki jaldi nahi kar sakta.” Uski gaand aur zor se hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath jiggle karte hue, uske jism ka response uske lund ke relentless rhythm se driven.Main sthir ho gaya, mera haath dheema, jab front door click karke khula. Dad ghar aa gaya tha—jaldi, bina bataye. Maine notice nahi kiya, bedroom, Mom ki moans, aur Mukesh ke thrusts mein itna khoya hua tha, mera lund bahar aur mera dimaag kho gaya. 


Shock mujhe wave ki tarah laga, mera dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab main bedroom ke paas closet mein chhupne ke liye scramble kiya taaki dad mujhe na dekhe ki main kaisa beta hoon jo apni mom ko chudte dekh raha hoon, andar sarka, darwaze ka crack mujhe view deta hua. Andhera aur angle Dad ke liye mujhe dekhna mushkil banata tha, closet ek shadowed corner mein tucked jo woh glance ke bina pass karta. 


“Rekha, jaan, main ghar aa gaya!” Dad ne sitting room se pukara, uski awaaz cheerful par thaki hui. Usne phir pukara, phir se, koi jawab nahi, uske kadam paas aate hue. Bechara Dad nahi jaanta tha uski patni ko uske apne bedroom mein gaand mein choda ja raha tha, uski moans muffled par tez hoti ja rahi thi.Mujhe pata tha agar Dad ko pata chala toh unka divorce ho jayega—Mom ka dhoka use toot dega, koi wapas ka rasta nahi. 


Par mujhe parwah nahi thi, meri twisted thrill mujhe Mom ke saath Mukesh ke saath chahti thi, uska us par dominance meri dark desire ko bhar raha tha. Mom ki tez moans Dad tak pahunchi, use confuse karti hui—uski awaaz kacchi, sexual thi, uske usual awaazon se alag. Woh bedroom ke paas aaya, uske kadam bhari. “Ooh haan, meri gaand chod, Mukesh,” Mom ki awaaz darwaze se saaf goonji, uska control pleasure mein chala gaya. Bedroom locked tha, Mom ko bhi nahi pata tha Dad aaspaas tha, Mukesh ko bhi nahi. 


Dad ruk gaya, uski awaaz teekhi. “Rekha? Wahan kya ho raha hai?”Silence chhaya, Mom panic mein sthir, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra. “Rekha, jawab de!” usne pukara, darwaze par knock karta hua. Main shocked tha, lagbhag has raha tha, mera haath wapas mere lund par, dheere hilta hua, main abhi bhi masturbate kar raha tha jabki monitor kar raha tha kya ho raha hai. Mom ko careful hona tha, Dad doosri taraf inches door tha, unke beech bas ek darwaza, uski shaadi us darwaze par latki hui thi.


Maine apni position closet mein adjust ki, crack se jhaankta hua, angle perfect tha bedroom dekhne ke liye par Dad ke view se chhupa, darwaze ka saya mujhe cover karta hua. Andar, Mom darwaze ke paas khadi thi, Mukesh ka lund abhi bhi uske gaand ka chhed mein, uske dheere thrusts mushkil se rukte hue, uska jism kaanp raha tha.“Rekha, tu kya kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, aur zor se knock karta hua, uski awaaz tense. 


“Maine tujhe moan karte suna. Kya ho raha hai?” Mom ne stammer kiya, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke thrusts uski saans ko rukwa rahe the. “Anil, honey, main… main bas kuch dekh rahi hoon,” usne kaha, ek excuse ke liye grasp karti hui. “Mujhe nahi pata tha tu andar aaya, mujhe maaf kar.”“Kuch dekh rahi hai?” Dad ki awaaz teekhi hui, suspicion creep karta hua. 


“Aise moan kar rahi hai? Kya tu phir porn dekh rahi hai, Rekha?” “Haan,” Mom ne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz strained jab Mukesh harta raha. “Yeh bas ek video hai, Anil. Mujhe nahi pata tha tu jaldi ghar aayega.” Dad ka sur sakht hua, gussa badhta hua. “Porn? Sach mein, Rekha? Tujhe kya ho gaya hai? Tu koi… gandi aurat ban rahi hai, hamesha yeh porn dekhne ka attitude. Tujhe kya ho gaya hai?”“Aisa nahi hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, Mukesh ke dheere thrusts uske shabd uneven banate hue. 


“Main bas… ek pal akele chahiye tha, Anil. Maaf kar, yeh woh nahi hai jo tu soch raha hai.” “Toh tu ‘Mukesh’ kyun chilla rahi thi?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz tez, confused. “Maine suna, Rekha. Mujhse jhooth mat bol.”Silence stretch hua, Mom ka panic saaf jab Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein raha, uske dheere thrusts relentless. Main dekhta raha, unki riskiness se shocked, Mom ne Mukesh ko rukne ka ishara kiya ek frantic hand wave se, apne right hand se peeche uska lund nikaalne ki koshish karti hui, par Mukesh ne uski wrist pakdi, use andar rakha, chupke se grin karta hua. Yeh astonishing tha—Mom ka gaand ka chhed mein chudna jab Dad bahar khada tha, clueless, uski shaadi khatre mein. “Anil, yeh… laptop tha,” 


Mom ne aakhir mein kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, ek jhooth ke liye grasp karti hui. “Video mein ek naam tha, Mukesh, bas yahi tha.”“Tu ek video se aise moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, skeptical. “Aur teri awaaz, Rekha, yeh aisi kyun hai? Tu… ajeeb lag rahi hai, jaise tu khud nahi hai.” “Main bas… caught up hoon,” usne kaha, ek soft moan nikal gayi jab Mukesh ke thrusts jari rahe. “Yeh video hai, Anil, main kasam khati hoon. Isse zyada kuch nahi.” “Mujhe bewakoof mat bana,” Dad ne kaha, uska gussa bhadak raha tha. 


“Yeh tu nahi hai, Rekha. Sach mein kya ho raha hai? Darwaza khol, abhi.”“Main nahi khol sakti,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz bechain, suspicion se bachne ke liye clever. “Main kapde nahi pehne hoon, Anil. Main… nangi hoon, video dekhne se. Main gandi lag rahi hoon, please, ek minute de.” Dad ki awaaz thodi naram hui, par gussa raha. “Gandi? Rekha, yeh haath se nikal raha hai. Tu hamesha porn kyun dekh rahi hai? Aur ‘Mukesh’ chilla rahi hai? Ise explain kar.”“Yeh bas woh porn video hai jo main dekh rahi hoon, mujhe maaf kar, main dobara nahi dekhungi, aaahhh ooohhhhhh,” Mom ne dohraya, uski awaaz uneven, Mukesh ke thrusts uske speech ko falter karte hue. 


“Maine chillaane ka matlab nahi tha, Anil. Yeh… intense tha, main carried away ho gayi.” Mukesh paas jhuka, uski awaaz ek whisper jo sirf Mom sun sakti thi, uske tension ko badhata hua. “Tu khatarnak khel khel rahi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, uska sur taunting. “Apne pati se baat kar rahi hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai. Tujhe yeh thrill pasand hai, na?”“Chup kar,” Mom ne dheere se hissed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska haath abhi bhi use peeche dhakelne ki koshish karta hua. 


“Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, Mukesh. Bas ruk. Meri shaadi aaj toot sakti hai.” “Tu khud ko barbaad kar rahi hai,” usne whisper kiya, uske thrusts dheere par gehre. “Aise moan kar rahi hai, tu chahti hai woh sune, na? Jane ki tu kya randi hai.” “Nahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, uska exposure ka darr spike karta hua. “Main apni shaadi bachane ki koshish kar rahi hoon, tu harami. Khatam kar aur chup reh.”Dad ne phir pukara, “Rekha, tu khud se baat kar rahi hai ya kisi se?” 


Main dekhta raha, mera haath tezi se hilta hua, jab Mukesh ne speed badha di, uske gaand ka chhed ko zor se choda, Dad ke bahar hone ka risk use uski limits test karne ke liye push karta hua, use poori tarah tootne ke liye. Uski fat gaand wildly hili, cheeks har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, uska jism uske darr ke bawajood respond karta hua. Mom ki aankhein band hui, ek moan nikal gayi, dikhati hui woh enjoy kar rahi thi, agar Dad darwaza kholta toh uski shaadi tootne ke liye taiyaar.Main aur zor se masturbate kiya, Mom ke divorce ke idea se thrilled, yeh maanta hua ki aaj Dad use Mukesh ki randi ke roop mein discover karega, hamara parivaar toot jayega. 


“Yeh thumping kya hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz teekhi, suspicion phir se badhta hua. “Rekha, wahan kya ho raha hai?” “Yeh… bistar hai,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, Mukesh ke tezi thrusts uske gaand ka chhed ko hila rahe the, geele, sloppy awaazein tez. “Main… idhar udhar hili, Anil, video dekh rahi thi.”Mukesh ne aur zor se choda, uska lund uske gaand ka chhed mein slam karta hua, momentum badhta hua. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, “Oh, fuck,” uski awaaz kacchi, uski aankhein abhi bhi pleasure mein band. 


Main nahi maana woh yeh enjoy kar rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ka chhed mein gehra jab Dad bahar khada tha, uski shaadi tootne ke kagaar par. “Rekha, tu aise kyun moan kar rahi hai?” Dad ne pucha, uski awaaz gusse mein, confused. “Yeh sahi nahi lagta. Sach mein kya ho raha hai?” “Maine tujhe kaha, honey,” Mom ne kaha, apne shabdon ke beech moan karti hui, Mukesh ke thrusts relentless. “Yeh porn video hai, yeh… intense hai. Maaf kar, main ruk jaungi.”


Mukesh ke thrusts peak par pahunch gaye, uska jism tense jab usne apna doodh Mom ke gaand ka chhed mein spill kiya, uske sperms uske gaand ka chhed ko bharte hue, zameen par tapakte hue jab usne bahar kheech liya. Mom ne zor se moan kiya, uska jism kaanpta hua, uska pleasure undeniable. Maine bhi apna sperms spill kiya, mera haath frantic, Mom ke dhoke ka thrill aur looming divorce ne mujhe edge par dhakel diya. Mukesh bistar par gir gaya, haanfta hua, uska seena heaving, paseena use cover karta hua. 


Meri mom khadi rahi taaki sure kare Dad andar na aaye. Usne sure kiya darwaza abhi bhi locked tha.“Rekha, tu haanf rahi hai, bas woh gandagi khatam kar jo tu kar rahi hai,” Dad ne kaha, uski awaaz naram par abhi bhi gusse mein. “Saaf kar aur bahar aa. Humein is behavior ke bare mein baat karna hai.” “Theek hai, Anil,” Mom ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, saans lete hue. “Main… saaf kar lungi. Bas ek minute de, honey.”Dad ke kadam sitting room ki taraf wapas gaye, uska gussa uske bhari tread mein saaf. 


Usne socha Mom porn dekh rahi thi par asal mein uski patni ko abhi gaand mein choda gaya tha aur Mom ne usse jhooth bolkar acha kiya. Mukesh khada hua, Mom ke peeche gaya, dono khade the, uske hont uski gardan par mile, use gehra chuma, dono paseene se tar, unke jism slick. Main shocked tha—Mom ne use door nahi dhakela, uske haath uske sar ko pakadne ke liye upar gaye, use wapas chuma, uske hont bhukhe despite uski shaadi ke lagbhag tootne ke. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, disbelief arousal ke saath mila, uski willingness usse chumne ki sab kuch ke baad uski surrender dikhati hui, even jab Dad itna paas tha.

[Mahendra_]

Bedroom mein paseena aur sex ki badboo thi, Maa ki siskiyaan abhi bhi mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi jab Mukesh bistar par gir pada, haanfta hua, uska seena paseene se geela, uska veerya uski gand se zameen par tapak raha tha. Meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri apni uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha, Maa ke vishwasghat aur aane wale talaak ke thrill ne mujhe hadd par dhakel diya. 

Papa ke bhaari kadmon ki awaaz baithak ki or dheemi ho gayi thi, unka gussa saaf tha jab unhone Maa ke kamzor porn bahane ko khareeda, use safai karne aur baat karne ka hukm diya. Mukesh khada hua, Maa ke peechhe gaya, uske honth uski gardan ko chhoo rahe the, use gehre chumte hue, unke jism chamak rahe the. Main shock mein tha—Maa ne use dhakela nahi, uske hath uske sar ko pakde hue, use wapas chuma, uske honth bhukhe the haalanki usne apni shaadi ko lagbhag tod diya tha. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, vishwas aur uttejna ka mishran, uska Papa ke itne nazdeek hone par Mukesh ke samne haar jana meri bighdi hui thrill ko badha raha tha.


Mukesh peechhe hata, uski muskurahat gandi thi, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaanbujhkar, apne agle demand mein dheere se badalta hua. “Rekha, tum abhi bhi mera veerya tapka rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski aankhein nishthur irade se chamak rahi thi. “Neeche baitho, pyar. Use bahar dhakelo, yahin girne do.”
Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska jism sakht ho gaya, lekin usne sar hilaya, uska irada patla pad gaya. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, darwaze ki or ghabrahat se dekhte hue jahan Papa ki maujoodgi ek chhaya ki tarah thi. “Lekin please, isse jaldi karo. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main use koi shak nahi hone de sakti.”


Woh muskuraya, nazdeek aata hua, uski awaaz naram hui taaki use apni or kheenche. “Jaldi kaafi nahi hai, Rekha. Mere paas kuch behtar hai,” usne kaha, asar ke liye rukte hue. “Ek tarika jo dikhaye ki tumhara yeh anmol parivaar hamare is rishte ke saamne kitna chhota hai.”

Maa ka chehra bighad gaya, uljhan uske chehre par thi jab woh neeche baithi, uska mota pichhwada neeche hua, uski gand Mukesh ke bereham chudai se geeli aur dheeli thi. Kaali chaddi uski jaanghon ke gird latak rahi thi, uski bra mushkil se uske ubharte stann ko sambhal rahi thi. “Tum kya baat kar rahe ho, Mukesh?” usne poocha, uski awaaz bechaini se teekhi, uske hath apne ghutnon ko pakad kar balance ke liye. 

“Mere parivaar ke bare mein yeh kya hai ab?”
Mukesh ki muskurahat aur chawdi ho gayi, uske harkat jaanbujhkar thi jab woh bedside table ki or gaya, hamara parivaarik photo uthaya—main, Maa, aur Papa pichhle saal ke tyohaar par muskurate hue, saste lakdi ke frame mein. Mera pet ulat gaya, mera hath mere ling par jam gaya, jab woh neeche baitha aur photo ko zameen par rakha, seedhe uski tapakti gand ke neeche, bilkul sahi jagah par. “Yeh, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Mera veerya inke chehron par dhakelo. Apne pati aur bete ko dikhao ki woh tumhare liye kuch nahi hain.”


Maa ne saans li, uski aankhein photo ki or jhapki, uski awaaz darr se kaanp rahi thi. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh kya bakwas hai?” usne poocha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, uska jism abhi bhi neeche baitha hua. “Yeh hamara parivaar hai—Anil, Raj. Main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai, tumhare liye bhi.”
Mukesh ki aankhein tang hui, uski awaaz sakht ho gayi jab woh darwaze ki or badha, uska hath knob par tha. “Bahut zyada? Tumne mujhe uske bistar par choda hai, uske bahar hote hue mera naam siskiyon mein liya hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd gehre chot dete hue. “Karo, Rekha, warna main yeh darwaza khol dunga aur Anil ko sab kuch bata dunga—tumne mere ling ke liye kaise bheek mangi, tum ab meri randi ho.”


Maa ke hath kaanp rahe the, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab Papa ki awaaz baithak se phir goonji. “Rekha, jaldi aao! Main intezar kar raha hoon!” Uski aankhein darwaze ki or, phir Mukesh ki or, uska irada uski dhamki ke neeche toot raha tha. “Main unke saath aisa nahi kar sakti,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati, aur Raj, mera beta. Yeh apmaan se bhi aage hai, Mukesh. Yeh nishthur hai.”


“Nishthur?” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi, anbujh, use aur dabate hue. “Tum pehle hi wahan ho, Rekha. Tumne aaj har hadd paar ki hai. Use bahar dhakelo, warna Anil aaj raat woh video dekhega, aur tumhara parivaar khatam.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uska chehra toot gaya jab Papa ki awaaz aur oonchi, aur zid wali ho gayi. “Rekha, kyun itna time laga rahi ho?” Uski nazar neeche giri, uski awaaz mushkil se sunayi di. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne fusfusaaya, uski haar saaf thi. “Main karungi, lekin tum iske liye ek rakshas ho.”
“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske bagal mein baithte hue, uski awaaz nishthur taane se bhari. “Ab dhakelo, Rekha. Inke chehron par tapkao, dikhao ki tum ab unki nahi ho.”


Maa ne sar ghumaya, hamare muskurate chehron ko photo mein dekhne mein asamarth, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne jor lagaya. Uski gand kaanpi, phir khuli, ek mota safed, creamy veerya ka dhaara bahar nikla, photo par tapak gaya, hamare chehron par—mere, Papa ke, uske. Veerya mota, apaar-darshak, chipchipa tha, glass par jama ho raha tha, hamari muskurahaton ko ek ghatiya gandagi mein badal raha tha. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh dekho. Tumhara parivaar ab bas ek veerya se dagha hua kapda hai. Perfect.”


“Tum ek ghatiya harami ho,” Maa ne teekhe gusse aur sharam se kaha, khadi hoti hui jab woh khatam hui, uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, uski aankhein kharab photo se hat gayi. “Tum bimaar ho, Mukesh, mujhe unke saath yeh karne ko majboor karke.”


“Badhai ho, pyar,” usne muskurate hue kaha, uske teekhe shabdon ko nazarandaaz karte hue. “Tumne kiya. Inhe achha mark kiya, na?”
“Tum gande ho,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, zehreeli, photo se door hatati hui, uska chehra sharam se laal. “Mujhe tumse nafrat hai iske liye, Mukesh. Tumne meri har cheez barbaad kar di.”


Mukesh ka chehra naram hua, lekin uski awaaz taane wali rahi, ek naye angle mein badalti hui. “Tum soch se zyada mazboot ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz lagbhag naram. “Tum yeh unhe bachane ke liye kar rahi ho, na? Lekin dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sahi lagta hai—mere saath hona, sab chhod dena. Warna tum baar baar kyun wapas aati ho?”


Maa ki aankhein dard se chamki, uski awaaz kaanpti hui jab usne jawab diya. “Main tumhare paas wapas nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uske shabd jaanbujhkar, uske manipulation se ladte hue. “Main yahan hoon kyunki tum dhamki dete ho, Mukesh. Main apne parivaar ko jodkar rakhne ke liye lad rahi hoon, chahe yeh mujhe andar se maar de.”


“Maar de?” usne kaha, nazdeek aate hue, uski ungliyaan uske baazu ko chhoo rahi thi. “Tum mere saath jeevit ho, Rekha. Anil ke saath us boring shaadi mein bandhan mein rehne se zyada. Tum apni aag us par waste kar rahi ho.”


“Bas karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, peechhe hatati hui. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati. Main yeh uski raksha ke liye kar rahi hoon, kyunki main tumhe chahti hoon aisa nahi. Ise galat mat karo.”


Mukesh khada hua, uska ling abhi bhi adha sakht, uski awaaz ek naye demand mein badli. “Baat khatam, Rekha. Mera ling phir se chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram lekin hukm wali. “Kuch achha kaho, jaise tumhe yeh pasand hai, jaise yeh tumne kabhi bhi sabse behtar hai.”


Maa ka chehra ghin se bighad gaya, uski aankhein uske ling par, jo uski gand se geela aur musky tha. “Koi chance nahi, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, peechhe hatati hui. “Yeh abhi meri gand mein tha. Yeh ganda hai, main ise apne muh mein nahi daalungi.”


“Chalo na, pyar,” usne kaha, uski awaaz manane wali, uske zid mein dheere se badalta hua. “Tumne aaj isse bhi bura kiya hai, na? Ise saaf chooso, mujhe kaho yeh perfect hai. Mere liye meetha karo.”
“Main yeh nahi karungi,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, darwaze ki or dekhte hue jahan Papa ki awaaz phir goonji, “Rekha, jaldi karo!” “Anil wahan hi hai, Mukesh,” usne aage kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Aur yeh ganda hai uske wahan hone ke baad. Main itna neeche nahi giroongi.”


“Tum pehle hi gir chuki ho,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz teekhi, uske baazu ko naram lekin mazbooti se pakadte hue. “Chooso, Rekha, warna main Anil ko bulaunga is photo ko dekhne, tumhari gand uske chehre par tapakti hui. Tum yeh chahti ho?”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, uski awaaz ek siskari. “Tum ek rakshas ho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, lekin woh neeche baithi, uske hath kaanp rahe the, uska chehra ghin se bighda hua. “Thik hai, tum phir jeet gaye.”


“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz jeet bhari, uske baalon ko sehlate hue. “Achha kaam, Rekha. Ab shuru karo.”
Main dekhta raha, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, jab Maa ka chehra sikud gaya, uski naak uske ling ke dekhne se ghin se sikud gayi, gand ke baad ka musky badboo uspar ek lehar ki tarah aaya. 


Uski ghin saaf thi, uski aankhein uski gand se kuch chakhne ke vichar se tang hui, uska chehra hygiene ke darr se chidha hua. Usne uske ling ko dhyan se pakda, uski ungliyaan mushkil se geele base ko chhoo rahi thi, baaki cheezon se bachti hui, uska dhyan Papa ke nazdeek hone aur sankraman ke khatre se tha. “Iska badboo ganda hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, gusse wali. 


“Tum mujhe yeh kaise karne ko majboor kar sakte ho? Yeh ghinona hai.”
“Yeh tum jaisa hi toh badboo deta hai, na?” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane wali. “Samay waste mat karo, Rekha. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main abhi tumhara muh mujh par chahta hoon.”


“Woh wahan hi hai,” usne siskari maari, uski aankhein darwaze ki or, Papa ki awaaz dheemi goonjti hui. “Yeh pagalpan hai, Mukesh. Tum mujhe meri hadd se aage dhakel rahe ho.”
“Bas chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot lekin naram, use aage badhne ke liye uksate hue. “Rukne ka waqt nahi. Mujhe dikhao tum is video ko chhupane ke layak ho.”


Main intezar kar raha tha, mera hath mere ling par, curious ki kya woh sach mein uski gand se taaza ling ka swaad legi, ummeed thi ki woh ugle ya peechhe hategi. Maa aage jhuki, uski jeebh tip ko chhoo gayi, uska chehra kadwe, musky, gand ke baad ke swaad se bighad gaya, uski aankhein pani se bhar gayi, uske honth ghin se kas gaye. Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uski awaaz protsahit karti hui, use aage badhaya. “Wahi hai, pyar, chalo aage badho. Chakh lo hum dono ek saath kitne achhe hain, tum aur main.”


Maa ne uski or dekha, uska chehra ghin aur haar ka mishran, ganda swaad uski teori wali bhaween aur band jabde mein saaf. Dheere se, usne uska ling aur gehra liya, uske honth uske gird lapet gaye, adha rasta, phir poora, uska muh khinch gaya, geele chusne ki awaazein khamosh kamre mein tez thi. Main shock mein tha—woh iska swaad le rahi thi, uski jeebh gandagi ke bawajood kaam kar rahi thi, uska pehla inkaar dheema pad gaya. 


Maine socha tha woh thook degi ya ruk jayegi, lekin uski tezi se chusne, uska sar aage peechhe harkat, yeh dikhaya ki woh swaad bhool chuki thi, Papa ke aur shak karne se pehle use khatam karne ki bechaini se chal rahi thi. Uski utsukta, uske honth uske shaft ke gird kas rahe the, mujhe laga woh yeh chahti thi, uski chhupi ichchhaein uski ghin ko daba rahi thi. Mukesh ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uski tezi se uski ummeed se zyada, uski haar uske plan se zyada gehri thi.


Maa ka hamare parivaar ke prati apmaan poora tha, veerya se bhiga photo ek ghinona saboot, hamare chehron ko Mukesh ke uski gand se veerya se dagh raha tha. Agar Papa ko pata chalta, woh turant talaak de dete, yeh apmaan hamare parivaar ko tod deta, uske pavitrata mein unka bharosa khatam ho jata. Usne har hadd paar ki thi—hamare photo par veerya tapkaya, uski gand se ling choosa, Papa ke paas hote hue Mukesh ko chuma. Woh ab pavitra nahi thi, uske kaam use napasand banate the. Woh wapas us maa nahi ban sakti thi jo khana banati thi ya woh patni jo Papa ko goodnight kiss karti thi, uski nafs aur dhoka itna gehra tha ki mita nahi sakta tha.



Mukesh ki awaaz naram hui, lekin uska irada nishthur raha, ek naye demand mein badalta hua. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz hukm wali lekin shaant. Maa khadi hui, uski aankhein uski aankhon se mili, khaali aur khamosh, uski sharam uske gande kaamon ke baad use chup kar diya. Usne uske baal sehlaya, uske honthon ko naram se chuma, aur woh hili nahi, apne patan ke samne haar maan chuki thi. “Ab jaao apne pati ko muh par chumo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Use mujhe tum par chakhne do, pyar.”


Maa ki aankhein jhapki, lekin usne sar hilaya, uski awaaz dheemi, haari hui. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, koi ladai nahi bachi, uske kaam itne aage badh chuke the ki virodh na kar saki. “Main karungi.”
“Achha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz savdhani mein badli, apni suraksha ke liye. “Lekin mujhe chhupao, Rekha. Anil ko mujhe dekhne mat do. Yahan raho, yakeen dilao ki woh tumhari kahani khareed le.”



“Main karungi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, darwaze ki or dekhte hue. “Hilna mat, Mukesh, ya bahar mat aana. Main use dhoka doongi, use lagta hai yeh bas main hoon. Chup raho.”
“Chatur aurat,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz uske dhoke ki taareef karti hui, ek naye taane mein badalta hua. “Tum ismein bahut achhi ho, Rekha. Anil ko jhooth bolna, use andhere mein rakhna. Woh ekdum bevakoof hai, der tak kaam karta hai, anjaan ki tumhe kya chahiye. Tum aise aadmi ke saath nahi reh sakti.”


Maa ruk gayi, uska chehra sakht hua, uske shabd ek nerve par lage. “Aisa mat kaho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi lekin jaanbujhkar. “Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, Anil aur Raj ko surakshit rakhne ke liye. Tumhe pichhle darwaze se nikalna hoga. Mere liye jo main lad rahi hoon use barbaad mat karo.”


“Main jaunga,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin yeh pehle hi khatam hai, Rekha. Tumne uska vishwasghat kiya—uske chehre par veerya tapkaya, meri gand ke baad mera ling choosa. Tumhari shaadi khatam hai, aur dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sach hai.”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, lekin usne jawab nahi diya, uske shabdon ka sach gehre chot karta tha. Jab woh darwaze ki or badhi, ek tez, geeli padki goonji, awaaz teekhi aur goonjti hui, uski dheeli gand Mukesh ke kathor chudai se bandh nahi rakh saki. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi lekin khush. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh kya padki thi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz khel wali. 


“Tumhari gand ab itni dheeli hai, kuch bhi bandh nahi rakh sakti, na?”
Maa ka chehra laal ho gaya, lekin usne ek anichchhuk hansi chhodi, uski sharam us pal ke bewaqoofi se mil gayi. “Itna zor se mat haso, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz jaldi lekin thodi mazaak wali. “Anil sun lega. Yeh tumhari galti hai—tumhare is kharab ling ne meri gand ko itna khol diya, main ab isse control nahi kar sakti.”


“Yeh taareef hai, pyar,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane ke saath garam. “Ek dheeli, tapakti gand, aisi padki—tum perfect ho, Rekha.” Woh dono hasne lage, awaaz dheemi lekin bevakufi bhari, ek gahri mazaak ka pal.
Main bhi hasa, almari mein chhupa hua, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, vishwas nahi ho raha tha—Maa uske saath has rahi thi jab Papa baithak mein baithe the, anjaan. 


Uski gand, uske veerya se tapakti hui, ek gandagi thi, Mukesh ke chudai se barbaad, us pavitra maa se bilkul alag jo main janta tha. “Pichhle darwaze se bahar jao, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, nikalne ke liye badhti hui. “Anil ko tumhe dekhne mat do. Main serious hoon—meri shaadi barbaad mat karo.”


“Main nikal jaunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, sar hilate hue, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin tumhe pata hai yeh khatam hai, Rekha. Tum uske liye ab bahut aage badh chuki ho.” Maa ne ghoora, uske sach par uska gussa kacha tha, lekin woh mudi, uska mota pichhwada hilta hua jab woh chali, uske gaal uski dheeli, veerya se bhigi hui halat se kaanp rahe the. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, Mukesh ko andar chhodkar, aur main chhupa raha, shock mein ki woh uske saath hasi, use chuma, aur ab Papa ka saamna kar rahi thi, uska vishwasghat poora tha