[Mahendra_]

Jab Maa ne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, main almari mein chhupa hua, jadwat khada raha, mera dil hathaude ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Mukesh abhi bhi kamre mein tha, muskurata hua apne kapde samet raha tha, dheemi roshni mein chhaya ki tarah pichhle darwaze ki or khisak raha tha. Main intezar karta raha, meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri bighdi hui uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha.
Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf baithak se patton ke halke sarasarane ki awaz aati thi jahan Papa baithe the. Main hamesha ke liye chhup nahi sakta tha—Mukesh ke bhagne se mujhe ek chhoti si khidki mili. Maine apni pant kheench kar upar ki, ek purani shirt jo almari ke kone mein thunsi hui thi uspar hath saaf kiya, aur dheere se bahar nikla, mere nange pair carpet par bilkul khamosh the. Bedroom ka darwaza thoda sa khula tha, itna ki main bina koi awaz kiye nikal saku.


Main hallway mein tip-toe karta hua, deewar se chipak kar chala, aur baithak ke adhe khule darwaze ke peechhe khud ko position kiya, jahan se main jhank kar dekh saka. Wahan se mujhe sofa ka saaf nazara tha jahan Papa baithe the, ek magazine palat rahe the, aur Maa aati hui, ek patle towel mein lapeti hui, uski twacha pasine aur uske vishwasghat ke baaki tukdon se chamak rahi thi.


Maa baithak mein kadam rakha, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche hil raha tha, kapda uske curves par aisa chipka tha jaise paint kiya gaya ho. Uske baal jangli, chudai ke baad ke bikhre hue the, bina kangi ke uljhe hue, aur uska chehra guilt aur zabardasti shanti ke mishran se laal tha.







“Hi, Anil,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaz mein zabardasti ka aam-sa lagaav tha, jaise usne abhi kuch der pehle Mukesh ke ling ko apni gand mein gehra nahi daala tha. Woh darwaze ke paas ruk gayi, towel ko ghabrahat se adjust karti hui, pasine aur veerya ki halki si khushboo shayad usse chipki hui thi, lekin Papa abhi itne door the ki notice na kar sake.


Papa ne apni magazine se nazar uthayi, ek purani car wali magazine jo woh beyadabi se palat rahe the. Unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone Maa ko dekha, magazine ko apni god mein rakhte hue. “Rekha? Itna time kyun laga? Aur yeh towel kyun? Tumne kaha tha tum bas safai kar rahi thi... woh kya tha?” Unki awaaz teekhi thi, shak se bhari, unki bhaween ek saath jud rahi thi jab unhone Maa ko sar se paer tak dekha. Towel mushkil se unki jaanghon tak dhaank raha tha, unke bhaari stann uske upar wale hisse ke khilaf jor laga rahe the, aur pasine ki boondein unke gardan se neeche tapak rahi thi, lamp ke naram roshni mein chamak rahi thi.


Maa ne apna wazan ek taraf se doosri taraf kiya, towel ke kinaare ko kas ke pakadte hue jaise woh uska jeevan sahara ho. “Oh, yeh? Main... main thodi gandi ho gayi thi, tum jaante ho, jo main kar rahi thi. Woh porn video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur mujhe jaldi se safai karni padi. Shower lena zyada jhanjhat tha, toh maine bas wipe kiya aur yeh pakad liya.” Usne zabardasti muskuraya, lekin uski aankhein Papa ke nazar se bachti hui door dekhi. Main dekh sakta tha uski taangein thodi si kaanp rahi thi, abhi bhi Mukesh ke bereham thokne se asantulit, uski gand shayad abhi bhi dheeli aur towel ke neeche tapak rahi thi.


Papa sofa par peechhe jhuke, apne haathon ko cross karte hue, magazine ab bhool chuki thi. “Gandi? Tum itni paseena kyun ho rahi ho, Rekha? Tumhara chehra laal hai, aur tum bhaari saans le rahi ho. Tum wahan sach mein kya kar rahi thi? Yeh bas video dekhne ki baat nahi thi. Aur din ke waqt porn kyun dekh rahi ho jab main ghar mein hoon?” Unke sawal teekhe aur tez aaye, unki awaaz har sawal ke saath oonchi hoti gayi, unki ungliyaan armrest par ghabrahat se thapthapa rahi thi. 


Woh aise lag rahe the jaise woh kuch samajh rahe hain jo woh maan nahi chahte the, unka jabda bechaini se sakht tha.
Maa ne mushkil se nigla, uska gala saaf dikhayi de raha tha. Woh nazdeek aayi, cheezon ko suljhaane ki koshish mein. “Anil, please, yeh sharmindagi ki baat hai. Main... main apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, thik hai? Isliye main paseena ho rahi hoon. Woh video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur main khud ko rok nahi saki. Mujhe thodi rahat chahiye thi. Tum jaante ho, kabhi kabhi aisa ho jata hai.” 


Uski awaaz “apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi” par toot gayi, jaise jhooth ek wazan ho jo woh mushkil se utha saki, uske gaal aur tez jalne lage. Usne towel ko aur kas ke kheencha, lekin isse sirf uske curves aur ubhar gaye, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche se thoda sa jhank raha tha, uski haali ki gayi chudai ka chupke sa saboot.


Papa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, hairani aur asuвидha ka mishran unke chehre par tha. “Apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi? Isse itna paseena kaise aata hai, Rekha? Yeh baat jach nahi rahi. Tum bheegee hui ho, aur tum... alag lag rahi ho. Kya ho raha hai? Sach batao.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi lekin kaanpti hui, jaise woh jawab se darr rahe hon. Woh aage jhuke, magazine unki god se sofa par sarak gaya, unki nazar Maa par tiki hui thi.
Maa ne jhijhaki, uski ungliyaan towel ke kinaare ko marod rahi thi. 


“Anil, main... main sach mein usmein doob gayi thi, thik hai? Main apni ungliyon se, apni yoni ko chhoo rahi thi, aur yeh teevra tha. Shayad maine apne aap ko zyada hi uttejit kar liya. Sorry, mera irada tumhe pareshan karna nahi tha.” Uski awaaz har shabd ke saath aur patli hoti gayi. Usne zameen ki or dekha, phir wapas Papa ki or, uski aankhein unhe chhodne ki guzarish kar rahi thi.


Papa ne teori chadhai, unki nazar Maa ki paseene se bheegee twacha par tiki hui thi. “Tumhari yoni? Tum keh rahi ho tum bas apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, aur isliye tum aisi ho? Rekha, maine tumhe kabhi aise uttejit nahi dekha. Aur yeh porn—ab kyun? Tum pehle kabhi ismein dilchaspi nahi dikhaati thi. Yeh tum jaisa nahi hai.” Unki awaaz shak se bhari thi, unki aankhein Maa ke chehre par kahani mein daraar dhoondh rahi thi.


Woh sofa par hil gaye, unke hath ab kas kar jod liye, unki badhti bechaini ko dikhate hue. Maa ne ek gehri saans li, nazdeek aati hui, uske nange pair carpet par naram the. Woh ab itni nazdeek thi ki main uske haathon mein halka sa kaanpna dekh sakta tha, towel uski bheegee twacha se chipak raha tha. “Anil, main bas... khoj rahi thi, thik hai? Mujhe kuch chahiye tha, aur tum vyast the.


Main tumhe pareshan nahi karna chahti thi. Main abhi bhi tumhari patni hoon, bas... thodi zyada doob gayi.” Woh aage jhuki, uska towel thoda dheela hua, uske stann ka zyada hissa dikhayi deta hua, jaise woh mood badalne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Ek bold harkat mein, usne sofa se magazine uthayi aur zameen par phenk di, patte coffee table ke paas zameen par girte hue tez awaaz kiye.
“Hey!” Papa ne hairani se kaha, unki aankhein magazine ke girne par thi. “Tum kya kar rahi ho, Rekha?”



Maa ne turant jawab nahi diya. Iske bajaye, woh unke paas aayi, unki god mein chadhkar, dheere aur jaanbujhkar unpar baith gayi, uska towel uski moti jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Uska mota pichhwada unki tangon par baith gaya, towel mushkil se uski yoni ko dhaank raha tha, uska jism pehle ke encounter se garam tha. “Mujhe dekho, Anil,” usne dheere aur chhedti hui awaaz mein kaha, use lubhane ki koshish karti hui. “Main yahin hoon, aur main tumhe abhi chahti hoon. Is bakwas magazine ko bhool jao.” Uske hath unke kandhon par the, unki ungliyaan unki gardan ko chhoo rahi thi, uske stann patle towel ke zariye unke seene se dab rahe the.


Papa ke chehre par uljhan aur na-dilchaspi ka bhaav tha. “Rekha, yeh waqt nahi hai. Tum ajeeb harakat kar rahi ho—pehle porn, ab yeh? Tummein kya ho gaya hai?” Unke hath uske bagal mein hi rahe, use chhooe bina, uska jism uske wazan ke neeche sakht tha. Unhe nahi pata tha ki woh abhi Mukesh se chudai karke aayi thi, uski gand abhi bhi doosre aadmi ke veerya se tapak rahi thi, uski yoni Mukesh ke kathor thokne se sooji hui thi.


Uski ashudhata poori thi—uska jism vishwasghat ka bartan tha, uski twacha Mukesh ke chhoone, uske veerya, uski khushboo se daghi hui thi. Woh ab woh wafadar patni nahi thi jo khana banati thi ya woh pyaar karne wali maa jo mujhe bachpan mein sulati thi. Woh jhoothi thi, dhokhebaaz, uski neeti Mukesh ke ling ke samne haar gayi thi, uski taiyari hamare parivaarik photo ko ganda karne ki, uski gand se seedha Mukesh ka ling choosne ki, aur Papa ke anjaan rehne par uske saath hansne ki. Woh napasand thi, uske kaam ek aisa daag the jo koi bhi meethi baatein nahi dho sakti thi.


Maa aur nazdeek jhuki, uski saans unke kaan ke paas garam thi. “Anil, main bas tumse nazdeek hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Kya tum mujhe nahi chahte?” Uski awaaz lubhavni thi, lekin usmein ek bechaini si chhupi thi, jaise woh sach ko chhupane ke liye lad rahi ho.


Papa ne aah bhari, unke hath halke se uske kamar par rakhe, lekin unka chhoona jhijhak wala tha. “Rekha, maine tumhe pehle bhi is tarah ki cheezon ke bare mein chetavni di thi. Porn dekhna, doob jana—yeh tum nahi ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum apni neeti kisi saste thrill ke liye kho do. Tum meri patni ho, hamare bete ki maa. Hamare paas ek parivaar hai jise sambhalna hai.” Unki awaaz sakht thi, lekin usmein ek guzarish thi, ek ummeed ki woh abhi bhi wohi aurat hai jisse unhone shaadi ki thi.


Maa ka chehra sakht hua, lekin usne apni awaaz naram rakhi, chhedti hui. “Anil, main jaanti hoon, main jaanti hoon. Main bas pal mein beh gayi, bas itni si baat hai. Yeh main nahi hoon. Main abhi bhi tumhari Rekha hoon, tumhare liye yahin hoon.” Uski ungliyaan unke seene par gol-gol ghoom rahi thi, use lubhane ki koshish mein, lekin uske shabd mujhe khaali lage, yeh jaante hue ki usne abhi kya kiya tha.


Papa ne sar hilaaya, unki aankhein door thi. “Yeh sirf aaj ki baat nahi hai, Rekha. Tum... thodi alag ho gayi ho aajkal. Chhup-chhup ke. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi shakhsiyat ban jao jise main pehchanta nahi. Waada karo ki yeh porn wali cheez band ho jayegi. Na chhupa-chhupi, na yeh... jo bhi hai.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi, unke hath uske kamar par thodi si kas gaye, lekin unki aankhon mein ek darr tha, use kho dene ka darr.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uski muskurahat zabardasti lekin vishwas dilane wali thi. “Main waada karti hoon, Anil. Na porn, na chhupa-chhupi. Main tumhari hoon, thik hai? Sirf tumhari.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke gaal ko chhoo gaye. “Main tumhe dikhati hoon.”
Papa ka chehra thoda naram hua, ek chhoti si muskurahat ubhri. “Thik hai, Rekha. Main tum par bharosa karta hoon. Aise hi rakho.” Unhone haath badhaya, uske chehre ko naram se chhooa, unka angutha uske gaal par phira.


Maa ne sar jhukaya, uski awaaz fusfusaahat mein badal gayi. “Mujhe chumo, Anil. Please.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke honthon se mile, aur maine dekha, mera pet ghin se bhar gaya. Woh Mukesh ke gande hukm ka palan kar rahi thi, Papa ko usi muh se chum rahi thi jisne abhi Mukesh ke ling ko choosa tha, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha. Chumban gehra tha, poore paanch minute tak chala, unke honth jude hue, jeebhein dheere aur geele naach mein uljhi hui thi.





Maa ki jeebh, Mukesh ke ling aur uski apni gand ke musky, kadwe swaad se dhaki hui, Papa ki jeebh se mil gayi, uski gandagi unpar laga di. Uske honth bhukhepan se hile, uske hath unke chehre ko pakde hue, unhe aur gehre chumban mein kheench rahe the, jabki Papa ne jawab diya, anjaan us vishwasghat ke swaad se jo woh chakh rahe the.


Main shock mein tha, mera ling abhi bhi meri pant mein adha sakht tha, lekin mera dimaag ghin se bhar gaya—Papa Mukesh ke ling ka swaad chakh rahe the, Maa ki gand ka baaki hissa, aur unhe koi idea nahi tha. Is gandagi ne meri twacha ko rula diya, uska muh jhooth ka ganda gadda tha, har jeebh ke ghoomne se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.


Papa ne achanak peechhe kheench liya, unke hath Maa ko naram se dhakel rahe the, chumban todte hue. Unka chehra thoda sa bighda, unki bhaween teori chadh gayi. “Rekha, ruko... tumhara muh, iska swaad... alag hai. Jaise kuch galat ho.” Unki awaaz jhijhak wali, uljhi hui thi, jab unhone apne honth apne hath ke peechhe se saaf kiye.


Maa jam gayi, uski aankhein ek kshan ke liye chawdi hui, phir usne khud ko sambhala, zabardasti hansi. “Alag? Anil, tum kya baat kar rahe ho? Yeh bas main hoon.” Usne sar jhukaya, masoom bante hue, lekin main uski aankhon mein ghabrahat dekh sakta tha. “Alag ka kya matlab hai?”
Papa ne teori chadhai, unki jeebh jaise swaad phir se chakhne ke liye bahar nikli. “Pata nahi, yeh... kadwa hai, shayad? Jaise kuch theek nahi hai. Tumne kuch ajeeb khaya hai, ya...?” Woh ruk gaye, unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone uske chehre ka jaayza liya.


Maa ki hansi ab ghabrahat bhari thi, uske hath towel ke saath khel rahe the. “Oh, Anil, chhodo na. Shayad maine kuch purani coffee pi li hogi ya kuch. Tum jaante ho meri saans kabhi kabhi aisi ho jati hai. Kuch ajeeb nahi hai, waada karti hoon.” Woh aage jhuki, uski awaaz phir se chhedti hui. “Tum khyaali cheezon ke bare mein soch rahe ho. Phir se try karna chahte ho?”


Papa jhijhake, unka chehra anishchit tha. “Pata nahi, Rekha. Yeh bas... ajeeb hai. Maine pehle kabhi yeh notice nahi kiya.” Woh uski or dekhte rahe, ek jawab dhoondhte hue, unka bharosa hichkicha raha tha lekin toota nahi.
Maa ne use sochne ka waqt nahi diya. Woh aage jhuki, use phir se chuma, is baar aur zor se, uske honth unke honthon par kas kar dabaye, uski jeebh unke muh mein ghus gayi. Chumban aggressive tha, uske hath unke kandhon ko kas kar pakde hue, uska jism unke shak ko dabane ke liye dab raha tha.


 Woh gandi thi, uska muh Mukesh ke veerya aur uski gand ke musky swaad ka bartan tha, har pal ke sampark se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.
Uska vishwasghat poora tha—uski gand se seedha ling choosna, phir apne pati ko chumna jaise kuch hua hi nahi, uski yoni aur gand abhi bhi Mukesh ke chudai se kachi thi. Woh koi patni nahi thi, koi maa nahi, bas ek nafs aur jhooth ka putla, uska jism us parivaar ka mazak jo woh raksha karne ka dawa karti thi.


Papa phir se peechhe hate, lekin is baar naram se, unke hath uske bazoon par the. “Rekha, main tumse pyar karta hoon, yeh tum jaanti ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi cheez ban jao jo tum nahi ho. Tum meri patni ho, meri saathi. Is... jo bhi hai, use tumhe badalne na do.” Unki awaaz sacchi thi, lagbhag guzarish karti hui, unki aankhein uspar tiki hui thi.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uska chehra naram hua, lekin mujhe pata tha yeh ek naatak tha. “Main jaanti hoon, Anil. Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon. Main nahi badal rahi, waada karti hoon. Main abhi bhi yahin hoon, tumhari.” Uski awaaz ab sthir thi, uske jhooth practice se chamak rahe the, uska hath unke gaal ko sehla raha tha jaise dhoke ko seal kar raha ho.


Main apni chhupne ki jagah se chupke se hasa, mera hath abhi bhi mere ling par tha, vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Papa itne bevakoof the, uski meethi baaton par vishwas kar rahe the jabki uska muh abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling ke swaad se bhara tha, uski gand uske thokne se dheeli thi. Unka bharosa pathar tha, unka pyar unhe sach se andha kar raha tha. Woh ek rakshas thi, aur woh ek bevakoof, uske jhooth ko khana maankar kha rahe the.


Agle din, mera phone meri jeb mein baj utha jab main apne kamre mein tha, dopahar ka sooraj pardoon se chhan raha tha. Maine use nikala aur screen par Mukesh ka naam dekha. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur darr ka mishran, yeh jaante hue ki woh kal ke bare mein baat karna chahega. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Maa aur Papa, neeche kitchen mein, na sun sake.
“Hey, Mukesh,” maine dheere se kaha, apna darwaza band karte hue. “Kya baat hai?”


“Raj, mere dost!” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, santushti se bhari hui. “Bas chill kar raha hoon, kal ke high par abhi bhi sawar hoon. Teri maa, yaar, woh kuch aur hi hai. Ab tak ka sabse best pichhwada, bina shak.”
Maine khud ke bawajood muskuraya, mera ling yaad se phadak utha. “Haan? Kyun? Kya khaas tha usmein?” Maine apni awaaz curious rakhi, khelte hue, haalanki mujhe har gandi detail pata thi.


Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Uski gand, Raj. Pehle itni tight, phir mere thokne ke baad itni dheeli. Aur uski siskiyaan, zyada ke liye bheek mangti hui? Yaar, woh iske liye pagal hai. Mera ling abhi bhi uski gand ki khushboo se bhara hai, dost. Woh musky, paseene wali khushboo—jaise woh abhi bhi mujh par hai.”


Maine mushkil se nigla, mera gala tight tha. “Woh kaisi khushboo hai, exact mein? Matlab, kaisa hai?” Maine poocha, aadha curious, aadha ghinaya hua, mera dimaag Maa ke us parivaarik photo par tapakte veerya ke tasavvur par chala gaya.
“Yeh kacha hai, dost,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jaise paseena aur sex, thodi si kadwahat, thodi si meethas. Uski gand mein yeh... prakritik khushboo hai, samajhta hai? Mann karta hai doob jao aur uska swaad lo. Maine kal wahan chaata, aur yaar, yeh jannat thi.”



Main asuвидha se hil gaya, mera hath meri kachchhe par phira. “Yaar, yeh teevra hai. Lekin main yeh kehta hoon, mujhe kal jab tum uski gand chaat rahe the tab yeh ganda nahi laga. Matlab, main shock mein tha, lekin mujhe utni ghin nahi aayi jitni maine sochi thi. Phir bhi, mujhe nahi lagta main kabhi kisi aurat ki gand ki khushboo soongh sakta hoon. Yeh thoda... ganda lagta hai.”


Mukesh zor se hasa, mazaak udate hue. “Ganda? Nah, Raj, ek aurat ki gand anmol hai, dost. Yeh ek raaz hai, yeh tight, chhupi hui jagah jo sirf uski hai. Teri maa ka pichhwada? Perfect—naram, mota gaal, woh sukda hua chhed jo bas chaatne ke liye bheek mangta hai. Tum chook rahe ho agar tum isse darr rahe ho.”


Main jhijhaka, mera dimaag is vichar se joojh raha tha. “Pata nahi, dost. Main samajhta hoon yeh tumhare liye hot hai, lekin swaad? Mujhe nahi lagta main isse sambhal sakta. Jaise, kya agar yeh zyada ho gaya?”
“Darr mat, Raj,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein vishwas se kaha. “Teri maa ki gand ka swaad bilkul sex jaisa tha—musky, thoda tangy, lekin itna sachcha. Tum bas dheere shuru karo, uske gaal chumo, rim ko chhedo. Teri maa ki gand itni responsive thi, jab maine chaata toh woh kaanp uthi. Tum bas uski khushboo lo, use apna lene do. Trust me, tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Waada karo tum ek din isse try karoge, Raj. Tumhe pachtawa nahi hoga.”


Maine khud ko sar hilaya, uski baat samajh mein aane lagi. “Thik hai, dost. Main waada karta hoon main try karunga. Mujhe samajh aane laga hai ki tum ismein itne doob kyun ho.” Uska junoon vishwas dilane wala tha, meri ghin ko curiosity mein badal raha tha, mujhe sochne par majboor kar raha tha ki kisi aurat ka swaad lena kaisa hoga.


“Yaar, yeh baat hai,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Aur teri maa ki gand? Main use phir se chahta hoon, dost. Main us tight, tapakte chhed ke liye taras raha hoon.”


Maine hasa, mera dimaag kal ke pagalpan par chala gaya. “Maa ki baat kar rahe ho, tumhe vishwas nahi hoga usne tumhare jaane ke baad kya kiya. Usne Papa ko chuma, dost, seedhe muh par, jaise tumne use kaha tha. Uske honth abhi bhi tumhare ling ke choosne se geele the, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha.”


Mukesh ki awaaz shock se oonchi ho gayi. “Kya baat hai! Usne sach mein kiya? Anil ko mere veerya aur uski gand ke swaad wale muh se chuma? Yeh toh pagalpan hai, Raj!”


“Haan, mujhe bhi vishwas nahi hua,” maine dheemi, uttejit awaaz mein kaha. “Maine hallway se dekha, aur woh poori tarah se doob gayi, jeebh aur sab kuch, jaise paanch minute tak. Papa ko koi idea nahi tha ki woh tumhare ling aur uski gand ka swaad chakh rahe the.”
Mukesh zor se hasa, awaaz kachi aur khush thi. “Anil ekdum bevakoof hai. Anjaan, mere veerya ko uske honthon se chakh raha hai jaise kuch hai hi nahi. Tera baap ek idiot hai, dost, use aise khelne de raha hai.”


Maine muskuraya, sar hilate hue. “Haan, woh bilkul andha hai. Usne porn wali baat par uske jhooth ko nigal liya, vishwas kiya jab usne kaha woh ruk jayegi. Use koi pata nahi ki woh ab tumhari randi hai, hamare parivaarik photo par tumhara veerya tapka rahi hai.”
“Ghatia,” Mukesh ne nafrat bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Lekin jaanta hai, Raj? Mere paas ek plan hai. Kuch aisa jo uske dimaag ko poora hila dega, use mere liye bheek mangne par majboor kar dega.”


Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uske plan hamesha ek bighda hua thrill hote the. “Kya plan hai, dost? Tere ideas hamesha zabardast hote hain. Bata mujhe.”
Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi, sazishi ho gayi. “Main ek doosri aurat ko chodunga, uski video banaunga, aur teri maa ko bhej doonga. Use jaln karvaunga, use dikhaunga ki mujhe uski zaroorat nahi hai. Woh ghutne par aayegi, mere ling ke liye bheek mangegi, kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar hogi mujhe rakhne ke liye.”


Main aage jhuka, phone ko kas kar pakadte hue. “Tumhe lagta hai yeh kaam karega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya? Matlab, woh pehle hi Papa ke itne nazdeek hone ke bawajood sab kuch risk kar rahi hai. Agar woh palat gayi toh?”
“Nah, Raj, mujhe auraton ka pata hai,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein poora vishwas rakhte hue kaha. “Teri maa mere liye pagal hai. Uski yoni mere ling ke bare mein sochte hi geeli ho jati hai. Woh kahi nahi jaayegi. Woh video dekhegi aur pagal ho jayegi, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh us doosri ladki se behtar hai.”


“Lekin jaln kyun karvaani hai?” Maine curious hokar poocha. “Agar woh pehle se hi tumhari hai, toh use aise kyun dabana?”
“Kyunki main use bechain chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne teekhi awaaz mein kaha. “Main chahta hoon woh ghutne par ho, mera ling choosne ke liye bheek mange, mujhe phir se uski gand chodne de. Jaln use bhukha banati hai, use poori tarah se mera banati hai. Woh mujhe khone se rokne ke liye kuch bhi karegi.”


Maine sar hilaya, uski chaturai samajhte hue. “Yaar, yeh chatur hai. Woh shayad roye, phir tumhare ghar aaye, jo bhi tum chaho karne ko taiyaar. Lekin agar woh Papa ko sab kuch batane ka faisla kar le toh? Tumhe wapas lene ke liye?”


“Woh nahi karegi,” Mukesh ne yakeen se kaha. “Woh bahut gehre tak doob chuki hai. Usne Anil ko mere veerya wale honthon se chuma, hamare parivaarik photo par mera veerya tapkaya. Woh apni shaadi ko khatre mein nahi daalegi. Woh mujhe rakhne ke liye ladegi, aur mere paas woh hogi jahan main use chahta hoon.”


“Damn,” maine impressed hokar kaha, mera dimaag tezi se chalta hua. “Tumne yeh sab soch liya hai. Woh video dekhkar poori tarah toot jayegi.”
“Bilcul,” Mukesh ne jeet bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Woh mujhe phone karegi, apni gand phir se failane ke liye bheek mangegi. Aur main use iske liye kaam karne doonga, use sabit karne doonga ki woh meri randi hai. Tu saath hai, Raj? Dekhna chahta hai yeh kaise hota hai?”


“Hell yeah,” maine uttejit hokar kaha. “Main saath hoon. Mujhe bata jab tumhare paas woh video ho. Main dekhna chahta hoon uska tootna.”
Mukesh hasa, awaaz gahri aur vaade se bhari. “Pakka, dost. Yeh mazedaar hone wala hai.”

[Mahendra_]

        

"Yeh adhyay Mukesh ke Priya ke saath sambhog karne, usse record karne, aur video meri maa ko bhejne ke baare mein hai taaki meri maa ko jalan ho.




Agla hafta, Mukesh ka plan waise hi aage badha jaise usne waada kiya tha. Ek dopahar mujhe uska text aaya: "Video ban gaya. Mere ghar aakar USB le ja." Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur ghabrahat ka mishran. Maine Maa ko kaha ki main ek dost ke ghar padhne ja raha hoon, aur kyunki Papa kaam par the, kisi ne sawal nahi kiya. 


Maine apni cycle li aur Mukesh ke apartment ki or chala, jo shehar ke kinare ek chhota, toota-phoota flat tha, jahan deewaron par paint ukhad rahi thi aur hallway mein curry ki halki si badboo thi. Maine darwaza khatkhataya, aur usne darwaza khola, badi si muskurahat ke saath, sirf ek t-shirt aur shorts mein, baal bikhre hue jaise woh abhi bistar se utha ho.


“Hey, Raj, andar aa,” Mukesh ne kaha, ek taraf hatate hue, uski awaaz garv se bhari hui. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Jis aurat ke saath maine video banayi? Woh ekdum wild thi.”
Main andar chala gaya, darwaza band karta hua, meri aankhein uske bikhre hue living room par gayi—coffee table par khaali takeout containers, sofa par ek laptop chamak raha tha. “Woh kaun thi, Mukesh? Koi random aurat?” Maine poocha, apni awaaz aam-sa rakhte hue lekin curious, mera ling uske kaam ke bare mein sochkar pehle hi hilne laga tha.


Mukesh sofa par dhadam se baith gaya, mere bagal wali jagah ko thapthapate hue. “Random nahi, dost. Uska naam Priya hai, kuch galiyon door rehti hai. Shaadi-shuda, lekin uska pati hamesha kaam par hota hai, toh woh bore ho jati hai. Maine use market mein mila, baat shuru ki, aur woh video banane ke liye yahan aane ko taiyaar ho gayi. Uska pichhwada teri maa jaisa mota nahi hai, lekin tight hai, aur uski yoni? Shuru se hi bheegi hui thi. Dekhna hai?”
Main baith gaya, aage jhukte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 


“Haan, dikhao. Lekin tumhe yakeen hai yeh video Maa ko jalan dilayega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya toh?” Maine dheemi awaaz mein poocha, uske vishwas ko test karte hue.


Mukesh muskuraya, laptop uthaya aur video file khola. “Koi chance nahi, Raj. Teri maa mere ling ke liye pagal hai. Uski gand aur yoni ab meri hai—woh mujhe kisi ke saath share nahi karegi. Yeh video? Ise uske andar aag laga degi, woh mujhe rakhne ke liye bheek mangegi. Chalo dekhte hain, tumhe pata chal jayega kyun.”


“Thik hai, mujhe vishwas dilao,” maine kaha, peechhe baithte hue, meri aankhein screen par tiki hui jab usne play dabaya. “Dikhao tumne kya kiya.”
Video shuru hua, awaaz dheemi lekin laptop ke speakers se saaf thi. Shuru mein Mukesh Priya ke peechhe tha uske bistar par, woh Mukesh ke upar thi, dheere siskiyaan le rahi thi jab woh apna ling uski yoni mein dala, uske hath uski kamar par jakde hue. 


“Yeh dekho,” Mukesh ne screen ki or ishara karte hue kaha. “Uski yoni itni geeli thi, mujhe use garam karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Seedha andar gaya, aur woh do second mein mera naam chilla rahi thi.”




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Main dekhta raha, meri saans ruk gayi, mera hath meri god mein hil raha tha jab Priya ka pichhwada har dhakke ke saath hilta tha, uske stann neeche jhoom rahe the. Video mein Mukesh ne use palta, use peeth ke bal lita kar uski taangein chawdi kiye, aur missionary mein thokna shuru kiya, uske andkosh uske pichhwade se takrate hue. “Yaar, Mukesh, tum toh maar daal rahe ho,” maine taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jis tarah tum uski yoni ko kheench rahe ho, jaise tum uske maalik ho. Aur tum camera ki or muskurate hue, jaise tumhe pata hai Maa yeh dekhegi.”


“Haan, maine yakeen kiya ki camera mein seedha dekhoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskurahat chawdi hoti hui jab usne video ko pause kiya ek close-up par jahan uska ling Priya ki yoni se nikal raha tha, uske ras se chamak raha tha. “Yeh dekh—main uski gand mein badal gaya, bas uski yoni ke geelepan ka istemaal karke. Usne ise pro ki tarah liya, dost.”


Screen par, Priya ab jhuki hui thi, uska pichhwada Mukesh ki or tha aur usne apna ling Priya ki gand mein dala, pehle dheere, uska chehra dard aur anand ke mishran se bighad raha tha jab woh apne aap ko gehre daal raha tha. Usne tezi se dhakke shuru kiye, uski taangein uske kandhon par, uski yoni upar se abhi bhi tapak rahi thi.









“Yaar, Mukesh, yeh teevra hai,” maine kaha, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht hota hua. “Uski gand itni tight hai, aur tum use bas barbaad kar rahe ho. Jis tarah woh siskiyaan le rahi hai, chadar pakad rahi hai—tumne use poori tarah se apne kabze mein kar liya hai. Tum ek legend ho.”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein mere aur screen ke beech mein jhool rahi thi. 


“Maine kaha tha na, dost. Maine use ek ghante tak choda—yoni, gand, aur usne baad mein mera ling bhi choosa. Teri maa yeh dekhegi, woh apni yoni ragdeg, jalan ke maare, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh isse behtar hai.”


Humne baki video dekhi, lagbhag 20 minute ka kacha, paseene se bhara sex—usne uski yoni chaati, usne uske ling ko gehre gale tak choosa, aur ek hissa jahan usne uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maare jabki usne use peechhe se thoka. “Dost, jis tarah tum uske stann pakadte ho jab uski gand chod rahe ho, jaise tum uske har inch par haq jama rahe ho,” maine sachmuch impressed hokar kaha. “Koi hairani nahi ki Maa tumse thakti nahi. Tum chodte ho jaise yeh tumhara kaam hai.”


Mukesh ne USB nikaala, ek chhota kaala stick jismein marker se “For Rekha” likha tha, aur mujhe diya. “Le, yeh aaj raat use de dena. Aise behave karo jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi hai, lekin uske chehre ko dekho. Use pata chal jayega yeh mujhse hai, aur yeh use pagal kar dega.”


Maine use jeb mein daala, sar hilate hue. “Samajh gaya. Yeh plan kaam karega, Mukesh. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai. Baad mein milte hain.”
Us raat, dinner ke baad, ghar shant tha. Papa sofa par the, ek car magazine palat rahe the, jabki Maa kitchen mein bartan dho rahi thi. Maine intezar kiya jab tak woh akeli thi, phir andar gaya, USB pakadte hue. “Hey, Maa, yeh tumhare liye hai,” maine apni awaaz ekdam saamanya rakhte hue kaha, jaise yeh koi random cheez ho.


Maa ruk gayi, uske hath ek plate par the, sabun counter par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhein USB par tiki, thodi si tang hui. “Raj, yeh kya hai? Tumhe yeh kahan se mila?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha, shak aur curiosity ka mishran, jaise use pehle se pata tha yeh kisse hai.
Maine kandha uchkaya, cool banate hue. “Mukesh ne diya, kaha ki tumhe de doon. Yeh nahi bataya ismein kya hai.”



Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski ungliyaan plate par aur kasi. “Mukesh? Usne tujhe mere liye kuch kyun diya? Usne kya kaha, Raj? Mujhe exact bata.” Uski awaaz teekhi thi, uski aankhein baithak ki or jhanki jahan Papa baithe the, anjaan.


“Bas kaha ki yeh tumhare liye hai, aur kuch nahi,” maine jawab diya, USB aage badhate hue. “Maine socha tumhe pata hoga iske bare mein.”
Uske aur kuch bolne se pehle, Papa ki awaaz baithak se aayi. “Raj, yeh USB kya hai? Kis kaam ka hai?” Woh curious lekin thoda annoyed lage, jaise unhe random tech par bharosa nahi tha.


Maa ne jaldi se jawab diya, uski awaaz shahad jaisi naram. “Oh, Anil, koi badi baat nahi hai. Bas ek padosi ke parivaarik event ki purani photos hain. Raj ko unke bete ne diya.”
Papa ne magazine se nazar uthayi, teori chadhaate hue. “Photos? Kisse? Hamein padosi USB dete nahi hain, Rekha.”
Woh hansi, halki aur aasani se, baithak ki or badhti hui unhe shant karne ke liye. “Tumhe yaad hai woh parivaar jo gali ke aage rehte the, jo chale gaye?


 Unke bete ke paas ek tyohaar ki kuch tasveerein thi jismein hum sab gaye the. Raj usse mila, bas itni si baat hai. Main baad mein check karungi, dekhungi yeh safe hai.”
Papa ne gurraaya, ek page palat te hue. “Ajeeb lagta hai. Bas yeh computer mein kharab na kare.”


“Bilkul, Anil,” Maa ne kaha, uski muskurahat kasi lekin vishwas dilane wali. Woh meri or mudi, USB ko jaldi se mere hath se cheen liya, ek kaanpti harkat ke saath, use apne apron ki jeb mein daal diya jaise yeh ek raaz ho jise woh expose nahi kar sakti thi. “Raj, in bartan mein meri madad karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, mujhe kitchen ke aur andar kheenchte hue, Papa se door.


Jab hum Papa ki sunne ki range se bahar the, usne mera baazu pakda, uski pakad kasi, uski aankhein teekhi. “Raj, meri baat suno,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaldi. “Mukesh ya is USB ka zikr kabhi apne papa ke samne mat karna. Waada karo.”
Maine sar hilaya, lekin thoda virodh kiya. “Thik hai, Maa, main kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin yeh itni badi baat kyun hai? Yeh bas ek USB hai. Papa ko kyun nahi pata chalna chahiye?”


Uska chehra sakht ho gaya, uske honth ek patli line mein dab gaye. “Sawal mat karo, Raj. Yeh bado ki baat hai, cheezon ke bare mein jo tumhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas yeh hamare beech rakho, apne papa ke liye, parivaar ke liye.”
“Thik hai, samajh gaya,” maine kaha, baat chhod di, lekin mujhe exact pata tha kyun—woh apne gande raaz chhupa rahi thi, uski gand shayad abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling se dheeli thi, uska vishwasghat Papa ke tasavvur se bhi zyada gehra tha.



Us raat, lagbhag 2 baje subah, ghar ekdum shant tha, Papa ke kharraate unke bedroom se goonj rahe the. Main so nahi saka, mera dimaag Maa aur us USB ke vicharon se bhar gaya tha. Main neeche paani ke liye chala gaya, nange pair, jab mujhe dheemi kadmon ki awaaz sunayi di, yeh Maa thi, apne patle nightgown mein bistar se nikal rahi thi, laptop uske baazu ke neeche dabaya hua. Uska baal bikhar gaya tha, uska chehra curious aur kuch gahre bhaav se kasa hua tha, jaise woh Mukesh ke bheje hue ko dekhne ke liye bechain thi. Main hallway ki deewar ke peechhe chhup gaya, jhankte hue jab woh guest room ki or gayi, darwaza dheere se band karke.


Maine socha woh wait nahi kar sakti thi. Main dheere se nazdeek gaya, darwaze par kaan lagaya, phir use thoda sa khola taki andar dekh saku bina notice kiye. Guest room mein ek chhote se lamp ki roshni thi nightstand par, jo deewaron par chhayaein daal rahi thi. Maa ne laptop bistar par rakha, chadarein istemaal na hone se silvaton se bhari thi, aur charger plug kiya, cord outlet tak ja raha tha. 


Usne laptop chalu kiya, screen ka neela glow uske chehre ko roshan kar raha tha jab woh cross-legged baithi, uska nightgown uski jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Usne USB daala, uski ungliyaan thodi si kaanp rahi thi, aur folders ke zariye navigate kiya, uski aankhein screen par teekhi nazar se dekh rahi thi. Maine apne angle se file names dekh sakte the—random numbers aur dates, lekin ek naam alag tha: “For Rekha.” Usne use click kiya, aur video khul gaya.



Screen Mukesh aur Priya se bhar gaya, uska bistar charkh raha tha jab woh use peechhe se chod raha tha, uski siskiyaan awaaz dheemi hone ke bawajood tez thi. Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska muh khul gaya, uska chehra gussa aur shock ke mishran se bighad gaya. 


Mujhe pata tha woh gussa thi—uski jabdi kasi, uske hath muththi mein band, uski saans ruk gayi jab usne Mukesh ke ling ko Priya ki yoni mein jate hue dekha, uske hath uske pichhwade ko pakde hue. Woh camera mein muskuraya, woh ghamandi muskurahat jo kehti thi ki use pata tha Maa yeh dekhegi, uski aankhein screen ke zariye uska mazak uda rahi thi. Maa ke honth kaanp rahe the, uske gaal laal ho gaye, lekin uski aankhein video se hat nahi saki.



Mukesh ne Priya ki yoni ko thoka, nikal kar camera ko uska geelapan dikhaya, phir uski gand mein chala gaya, uski cheekh nikal gayi. Usne use kathor choda, uske pichhwade ke gaal hil rahe the, uske hath uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maar rahe the. Maa ka hath uski jaanghon par gaya, pehle dheere ragadte hue, uski ungliyaan uske nightgown ke kinaare par phirti hui. Usne koi chaddi nahi pehni thi, uski yoni dikhayi di jab kapda upar sarka, aur uska hath neeche gaya, uske bhagankur ko chhoota.


   




Main shock mein tha, mera ling khud ke bawajood sakht ho raha tha, uski ungliyon aur dildo ko uski yoni ke gird dekhte hue, uski saans bhaari ho rahi thi jab Mukesh screen par Priya ko chod raha tha, uska ling uske chhedon ke beech badalta hua, uski muskurahat kabhi dheemi nahi padi.


Maa ki ungliyaan tezi se hili, uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras dheemi roshni mein chamak rahe the. Usne Mukesh ke diye hue dildo ko bhi istemaal kiya, jo usne kuch mahine pehle diya tha. Usne dildo ko apni yoni ke gird ragadna shuru kiya. Woh Mukesh ke liye apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, us aadmi ke liye jisne use ek randi bana diya tha, Papa ko waada karne ke bawajood ki woh porn dekhna aur apne aap ko chhoona band kar degi. 


Uska pakhand ghinona tha—uski yoni usi aadmi ke liye geeli thi jisne use hamare parivaarik photo par veerya tapkane ke liye majboor kiya, jisne uski gand chodi jab Papa anjaan baithe the. Woh koi maa nahi thi, koi patni nahi, bas ek bechain randi, uska jism uske kasmon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh Mukesh ke vishwasghat ke liye apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi.


Achanak, Maa khadi ho gayi, uska nightgown zameen par gir gaya, use poori tarah nanga chhod diya, uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann lamp ki roshni mein nange the. Main jam gaya, sochta hua ki usne mujhe dekh liya, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab woh darwaze ki or chali. Lekin woh mere liye nahi aa rahi thi—usne upar haath badhaya, darwaza ek dheemi click ke saath lock kiya, yakeen karte hue ki agar Papa jaag gaye toh use pakad nahi payenge. 



Uski savdhani uski gandagi ko aur gehra kar rahi thi, uski zaroorat apne randi wale vyavhaar ko us pati se chhupane ki jo hallway ke aage so raha tha.
Woh bistar par wapas baithi, dildo ko apni yoni mein ghusati hui, dildo ko ab tezi se andar-bahar karti hui jab Mukesh video mein Priya ki gand chod raha tha, uska ling uske ras se geela tha. “Mukesh, tum harami,” Maa ne dheemi lekin teekhi awaaz mein kaha.


“Tumhe lagta hai tum mere saath aisa kar sakte ho? Mujhe is... randi mein badal sakte ho?” Uske shabd gussa aur nafs ka mishran the, uski yoni bistar ko bheega rahi thi jab woh use gaali de rahi thi. “Main tumhari randi hoon, Mukesh, aur mujhe isse nafrat hai. Tumne mujhe barbaad kar diya, mujhe tumhare ling ke liye tarasne ke liye majboor kiya jab Anil wahan hi hai.”


Laptop screen par Mukesh ki muskurahat uska mazak uda rahi thi, uski aankhein camera par tiki hui thi jab usne nikal kar apna veerya Priya ke pichhwade par chhod diya, safed ropes uski twacha par tapak rahe the. Maa ki ungliyaan uske bhagankur par tezi se kaam kar rahi thi, uski siskiyaan tez ho rahi thi, aur phir woh cheekhi, uska jism kaanp utha jab woh charam par pahunchi, uske ras bistar par chhidak gaye, chadaron ko ek geele, gande puddle mein bheega diya.


Main hairan tha—yeh koi ittefaq nahi tha; Maa ne bhi apne yoni ke ras bistar par chhode usi pal jab Mukesh ne video mein kiya, uska jism uske vishwasghat se sync ho gaya. Woh peechhe giri, tezi se haanfte hue, nangi, chhat ki or dekhti hui, uska seena ubharta chala gaya, uska chehra sharam aur taras ka mishran tha jab uska pati bagal ke kamre mein kharrate maar raha tha. Woh khoi hui lag rahi thi, jaise woh apne andar kuch gehre cheez se joojh rahi ho, uske vichar Mukesh se bhar gaye the.


Phir, usne nightstand se apna phone uthaya, uske hath abhi bhi kaanp rahe the, aur ek number dial kiya. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kise call kar rahi thi jab tak maine uski awaaz nahi suni, dheemi lekin raat ke sannate mein saaf, late hour ke wajah se amplified. “Rekha? Kya baat hai! Raat ke 2 baj rahe hain. Kya hua?” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, jaise use is call ki ummeed thi.


Maa ki awaaz teekhi, gusse wali thi. “Tumne yeh video mujhe kyun bheja, Mukesh? Kisi aur aurat ko chodkar aur mere muh par ragadna? Tummein kya kharabi hai?”
Main aur nazdeek chala gaya, darwaze ke jhiri par kaan lagaya, uljha hua. Maa gussa thi, lekin uska hath wapas uski yoni par tha, dheere ragadte hue jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uske ras abhi bhi tapak rahe the. 


Mukesh ki awaaz akeli uski yoni ko geela kar rahi thi, uska jism uske gusse ko dhoka de raha tha. “Chalo na, Rekha,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Tum mujhe miss kar rahi ho, na? Bet lagao tum abhi apni yoni chhoo rahi ho, soch rahi ho ki yeh mera ling hota.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz itni tez thi ki main darr gaya ki Papa sun lenge. “Main woh nahi kar rahi. Main gussa hoon, Mukesh. Tumhe lagta hai tum kisi aur ko chod sakte ho aur mujhe saboot bhej sakte ho? Main tumhari khelona nahi hoon. 


Mujhe akela chhod do, sun rahe ho?”
Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Oh, tum meri khelona hi ho, Rekha. Tumhari yoni ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahi hai? Geeli? Bet lagao tumhari gand bhi kaanp rahi hai, mere ling ke liye taras rahi hai jo use kheenchta tha.”


Maa ki ungliyaan ruk gayi, phir tezi se hili, uski saans kaanpti hui. “Bas karo, Mukesh. Main... main waisi nahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz hichkichayi, uska hath uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh apne bhagankur ko ragad rahi thi.
“Jhooth mat bolo,” Mukesh ne mazboot awaaz mein kaha. “Tumne woh video dekha, na? Tumhe uttejit kar diya. Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai? Batao mujhe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra aur gehre laal ho gaya. “Thik hai,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main apne aap ko chhoo rahi hoon, thik hai? Main tumhe miss kar rahi hoon, Mukesh. Mujhe isse nafrat hai, lekin kar rahi hoon. Tumne us aurat ko kyun choda? Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ke saath raho.”


Main shock mein tha, mera hath meri pant ke andar mere ling par chala gaya, dheere se sehlate hue. Mukesh ka plan kaam kar gaya—Maa jal rahi thi, pehle se hi uske liye bheek mang rahi thi, uska gussa bechaini mein pighal gaya. Woh sach mein use khelna jaanta tha, uske jazbaat ko is tarah modta tha ki woh uski ho jati thi. “Yaar, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hairani se kaha. “Tum yeh maan rahi ho? Tum mujhe apne liye hi chahti ho, na?”


“Haan,” Maa ne dheemi, haari hui awaaz mein kaha. “Main ek randi hoon, Mukesh. Main hamesha tumhare ling ke bare mein sochti hoon, chahe Anil bagal mein so raha ho. Main gandi hoon, lekin ruk nahi sakti. Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ko chodo.”
Mukesh ki awaaz aur gandi ho gayi, use aur dabate hue. “Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai, Rekha? Tum use ungliyon se chhoo rahi ho, mere ling ke bare mein soch rahi ho jo tumhari gand mein tha? Batao kitni geeli ho.”


Maa ne dheere se siskari li, uski ungliyaan uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras bistar par tapak rahe the. “Main itni geeli hoon, Mukesh. Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai, tumhe mujhe chodte hue sochkar. Main ek randi hoon, apne aap ko chhooti hui jab Anil so raha hai. Mujhe nafrat hai jo tumne mujhe banaya hai.”


Main hairan tha, tezi se sehlate hue, mera dimaag bhaag raha tha. Maa khud ke khilaf gande shabd bol rahi thi, khud ko randi keh rahi thi, Papa ke prati uski wafadari khatam ho chuki thi, uska jism Mukesh ke shabdon ka maalik ban gaya tha. “Ab mujhe apne kuch videos bhejo, Rekha meri randi,” Mukesh ne hukm diya. “Abhi, Rekha. Mujhe woh yoni aur pichhwada dikhao.”


“Kaisa video?” Maa ne kaanpti lekin curious awaaz mein poocha, uski ungliyaan abhi bhi uske bhagankur par kaam kar rahi thi.
“Tumhe pata hai kaisa,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Apni yoni failao, mujhe woh mota pichhwada dikhao. Sabit karo ki tum meri randi ho.”


Maa ne zara bhi jhijhak nahi ki. Usne apna phone lamp ke khilaf rakha, angle set kiya, aur apni taangein failayi, apni geeli yoni ki photos kheench li, uski ungliyaan honthon ko failati hui, phir mudkar apna mota pichhwada dikhaya, uski gand abhi bhi unke pichhle chudai se dheeli thi.










Usne photos bheji, uski saans ragadti hui, aur main Mukesh ki taareef sun sakta tha. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh perfect hai. Kabhi mat sochna main tumhe chhod raha hoon. Lekin tum mere liye kuch karne wali ho.”
“Kya?” Maa ne bechain awaaz mein poocha, uska hath wapas uski yoni par.


“Main tumhe us harami pati Anil ke paas chodna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne hukm bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhare ghar mein, jab woh wahan ho, so raha ho ya nahi. Yahi deal hai.”
Maa jam gayi, uska hath ruk gaya. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh bahut risky hai. Hum pehle ki tarah hotel mein mil sakte hain. Anil yahan bahut nazdeek hai, main nahi kar sakti—”


“Koi hotel nahi,” Mukesh ne uski baat kaat di, uski awaaz sakht. “Tum mere tareeke se karo, warna main tumse done hoon, Rekha. Mujhe koi aur yoni mil jayegi chodne ke liye.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uski awaaz mein ghabrahat thi. “Please, Mukesh, mujhe chhod mat do. Main karungi, thik hai? Mujhe parwah nahi agar Anil ko pata chal jaye. Mujhe tum chahiye.” Uske shabd haar ke the, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne apni yoni ko aur tezi se ragda.
“Wahi meri achhi randi,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Kal raat, main aa raha hoon. Anil ke drink mein kuch sleeping pills daal do taaki woh behosh rahe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra toot gaya. “Mere paas koi pills nahi hain, Mukesh. Main bas aise nahi—”
“Main Raj ko bhej doonga,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Woh tumhe de dega, koi sawal nahi puchega.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi ho gayi. “Raj ko iske bare mein nahi pata chalna chahiye. Please, Mukesh, use ismein mat ghasito.”
“Chinta mat karo,” Mukesh ne use shant karte hue kaha. “Use kuch nahi pata chalega. Main use kahunga yeh kisi aur cheez ke liye hai. Tum bas kal taiyaar raho.”


Main hairan tha, mera ling phadak raha tha jab main sehla raha tha, Mukesh ka plan bilkul perfect chal raha tha. Maa poori tarah uske jaadoo mein thi, uske ling se mohit, Papa ko behosh karne ko taiyaar sirf phir se chudne ke liye. Unhone plan banaya—kal midnight ko, Mukesh pichhle darwaze se ghusega, Maa Papa ko behosh kar degi, aur woh bedroom mein chodenge, Papa ke kharraton se kuch kadam door. Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi, Mukesh ne use is bechain, gandi randi mein badal diya tha, uske Papa ke waade sirf jhooth the.





"Doston, agla update jald hi aa raha hai, aap kya sochte hain? Apne sujhav do."

[Mahendra_]

लेखक महोदय आप कहानी के जरिए क्या बताना चाहते हो
बेटा अपनी मां का दलाल है या बाप एक नम्बर का चुतिया जो   
अपनी पत्नी को चुदाते समय नहीं पकड़ पा रहा

नहीं, कहानी एक बेटे के बारे में है जो यह जानता है कि उसकी माँ ने उसके पिता को धोखा दिया। बेटा पहले गुस्सा होता है, लेकिन बाद में उसे मुकेश का उसकी माँ के साथ संबंध बनाना अच्छा लगता है, इसलिए वह मुकेश को उसकी माँ के साथ और अधिक संबंध बनाने में मदद करता है।

[Mahendra_]

Jab ghadi ne midnight ka waqt bataya, ghar andhere mein dooba hua tha, Papa ke kharraate bed par se ekdam sthir goonj rahe the, jahan woh Maa ke shaam ki chai mein daali gayi neend ki goli se gehri neend mein the. Mukesh chor ki tarah pichhle darwaze se ghus aaya, uske kadam khamosh the jab woh bedroom mein dakhil hua. Maa, apna nightgown pehle hi utaar chuki thi, nangi khadi thi, dheemi chandni jo pardo se chhan rahi thi usmein uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann nange the, uski yoni uttejana se abhi bhi chamak rahi thi. Main darwaze ke bahar chhupa hua tha, jhiri se jhankte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht tha jab maine Mukesh ko uske paas aate hue dekha, uska ling uske shorts mein pehle se hi ubhar raha tha.


Maa ne Papa ke soye hue roop ki or dekha, uska hath thoda sa kaanp raha tha, lekin phir woh Mukesh ki or mudi, uski aankhein bechain nafs se bhari hui thi. “Woh behosh hai, Mukesh,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz kaanpti hui. “Lekin hamein chup rehna hoga. Agar Anil jaag gaya…”


Mukesh muskuraya, apne shorts neeche kheenchte hue, apna mota, adha sakht ling dikhaaya, uspar nasen ubhari hui thi aur woh phadak raha tha. “Us bevakoof ki chinta mat karo, Rekha. Ab yahan aao aur dikhao kitna tumne iski yaad ki hai. Apne bewakoof pati ke samne apni randi wali harkatein dikhao.”
Maa ek pal ke liye jhijhaki, uski nazar phir se Papa par gayi, lekin phir woh aage badhi, uske hath Mukesh ke ling ki or badhe. Usne use uski shirt se kheench kar nazdeek laya, bistar ke paaye ki or le gayi, Papa se door lekin abhi bhi khatarnak tarah se nazdeek. 


Ghutne par baithkar, usne apni ungliyon ko uske shaft ke gird lapeta, pehle dheere se sehlate hue, uske hath mein uske sakht hote hue ko mehsoos kiya. “Main din bhar iske bare mein soch rahi thi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski saans uske tip ke khilaf garam thi.


Apni chhupne ki jagah se, main dekhta raha, mera dil dhadak raha tha. Us din subah, Mukesh aur maine phone par baat ki thi, plan par sehmat hote hue. “Raj, jab woh mera ling choosna shuru karegi, tum andar aa jana,” Mukesh ne kaha tha, uski awaaz dheemi aur uttejit. “Intezar kyun karna? Woh itni doob jayegi ki ruk nahi payegi, aur yeh use aur dabane mein majboor karega. Aur, tujhe wahan dekhkar woh aur bhi randi ban jayegi, yeh jaankar ki uska beta uske Anil ke saath vishwasghat ko dekh raha hai.”


“Haan, lekin agar Papa jaag gaye toh?” Maine ghabraate hue poocha. “Woh wahan kharrate maar rahe hain, lekin agar hum shor karein toh woh pills shayad unhe neeche nahi rakh payengi.”
Mukesh hasa. “Wahi toh thrill hai, dost. Lekin woh behosh hai—woh pills bahut strong hain. Tum chupke se andar aao, aur hum Rekha ko sambhal lenge. Tujhe ismein shamil hone se uski yoni aur tapakne lagegi.”


Main darr raha tha, mere hath paseene se bheeg gaye jab main jhank raha tha, soch raha tha ki Papa hil jayenge, unki aankhein khul jayengi aur woh apni patni ko ghutne par, kisi aur ke ling ko chooste hue dekhenge jab unka beta dekh raha hai. Khatra mere ling ko aur sakht kar raha tha, darr aur uttejana ek bighde hue tareeke se mil rahe the.


Maa aage jhuki, uske honth alag hue jab usne Mukesh ke ling ke tip ko chuma, uski jeebh bahar nikli aur wahan jama precum ka swaad liya. Usne dheere shuru kiya, uska muh tip ko gherte hue, dheere se chooste hue jab uska hath base ko pump kar raha tha, uska doosra hath uske andkosh ko pakad kar masal raha tha, jaise usne un porn videos mein dekha tha. Usne aur gehra liya, uske gaal khokhle ho gaye jab woh choos rahi thi, uski jeebh shaft ke gird gol-gol ghoom rahi thi, bilkul jaise pornstars karti hain—neeche ke hisse ko chhedte hue, nasen chaat rahi thi, phir peechhe hatkar thook phenka lubrication ke liye, phir wapas doob gayi. 


Woh dheere se gunj rahi thi, uske vibrations Mukesh ko siskariyan bharne par majboor kar rahe the, uski aankhein uski or submissively dekh rahi thi, ek aur porn trick jo baat ko aur teevra banati thi.
Mujhe pata tha usne yeh sab porn dekhkar seekha tha; uski harkatein bahut practiced thi, bahut utsuk, woh jhijhak wale blowjobs nahi jo shayad usne Papa ko unki boring shaadi mein diya hoga. 


Woh kab ka yeh line paar kar chuki thi, ek wafadar patni se ek ling ke liye bhukhi randi ban gayi thi.
Mukesh ne uski or dekha, uska hath uske baalon mein uljha hua. “Yaar, Rekha, ab toh tu pro ki tarah choos rahi hai. Yeh jeebh ka gol-gol kahan se seekha, huh? Anil ke peechhe dekhe hue porn se?”


Maa ne uske ling se geele pop ke saath muh nikala, tezi se sehlate hue, uska thook shaft se neeche tapak raha tha. “Chup karo, Mukesh,” usne saans bhari awaaz mein kaha, lekin woh wapas doob gayi, use aur gehra lete hue, uska gala thoda band hua jab tip uske gale se takraaya.


Mukesh hasa, dheere se uske muh mein dhakke dete hue. “Nahi, batao, randi. Tumne yeh videos se seekha, na? Un randiyon ko deepthroat karte hue dekha jab Anil kaam par hota hai, phir apni ungliyon par practice ki? Maan lo, Rekha—tum ab porn-addicted kutiya ho.”


Woh uske ling ke gird gunji, ruk nahi rahi thi, uska sar tezi se hil raha tha, uska doosra hath uski taangon ke beech chala gaya apni yoni ko ragadne. “Mmm, haan,” usne thodi der ke liye muh nikal kar kaha. “Maine unhe dekha... seekha kaise aise choosna tumhare liye. Khush ho?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Dekho tujhe, apne shaadi ke bistar par ghutne par, meri ling chooste hue jaise koi sasti pornstar, jab tera pati wahan hi hai. Tum pathar ho, Rekha, lekin isiliye mujhe tera muh istemaal karna pasand hai.”



  





Maa siskari bhar rahi thi, uska choosna aur geela ho gaya, thook uske thodi se neeche beh raha tha jab usne use poora gale tak liya, uska gala ubhar raha tha, bilkul jaise professionals. Woh ab poori randi thi, uske apmanon ko nazarandaaz karte hue, uski yoni neeche farsh ko bheega rahi thi.


Mukesh ne tab upar dekha, uski aankhein darwaze ki jhiri se meri aankhon se mili. Woh chupke se muskuraya, jaan kar ki main wahan hoon, uska hath abhi bhi Maa ke sar ko guide kar raha tha. Usne mujhe dheemi se ishara kiya kamre ki or, uske doosre hath se mujhe andar aane ka sanket diya, uski muskurahat chawdi ho gayi jaise keh raha ho, “Ab waqt hai, bacche.”


Maine sar hilaya, ghabraate hue muskuraya, mera ling meri pant mein jor laga raha tha. Lekin main jhijhaka, ek dilemma ne mujhe zor se maara—Papa bas kuch feet door kharrate maar rahe the, unka jism thoda sa muda hua tha, aur agar woh jaag gaye, toh sab kuch phat jayega. Maa nangi, ling chooste hue, main dekh raha hoon—yeh parivaar ko barbaad kar dega. Risk kyun lena? Lekin thrill jeet gaya; Maa ko is tarah apamaan aur uttejit dekhna bahut addictive tha. Maine faisla kiya andar jaane ka, darwaza dheere se khola, tip-toe par andar chala gaya, mere nange pair carpet par khamosh the.


Maa ne abhi mujhe nahi dekha tha; woh Mukesh ke ling par itni dhyaan de rahi thi, uski aankhein anand mein band thi jab woh choos rahi thi, uski duniya us bade ling tak seemit ho gayi thi jo uska muh bhar raha tha. Woh use bahut pasand karti thi, swaad, apmaan, uska dimaag is randi wale kaam mein kho gaya tha, kisi aur cheez se anjaan.


Mukesh ne meri or dekha, phir Maa ki or. “Yaad hai tumne kya kaha tha, Rekha? Ki Raj ko tumhare mere saath randi wale affair ke bare mein nahi pata chahiye? Ki tum meri gandi chhoti si raaz ho?”
Maa ne rukne ke bina sar hilaya, uska sar hilta raha, uske ling ke gird gunj rahi thi, uske muh ke konon par thook ke bubble ban rahe the.
Mukesh aur chawdi muskuraya. “Toh jano kya? Ab kamre mein koi aur bhi hai.”


Maa ne muh nikala, uljhi hui, uske ling ko behuda taur par sehlate hue. “Kya? Hum bas teen hain—main, tum, aur Anil wahan kharrate maar raha hai.”
Mukesh ne uske sar ko wapas neeche dhakela, use phir se choosne par majboor kiya. “Chooste raho, randi. Maine kaha ab kamre mein chaar log hain.”
Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, lekin woh choosti rahi, uska rhythm thoda ladkhada gaya jab usne bina ruke aaspaas dekhne ki koshish ki. 


Uska jism sakht ho gaya, uska mota pichhwada simat gaya, lekin uske muh mein ling ne use focus rakha. Achanak, woh jam gayi, uski aankh ke kone se mujhe dekha, uska chehra shock se safed ho gaya.
“Hey, Maa,” maine aam-sa muskurate hue kaha, aur nazdeek aaya. “Mere wajah se mat rukna.”


Maa bijli ke jhatke ki tarah uthi, bistar se chadar kheench kar apne nange jism ko dhaank liya, uske stann hil rahe the jab woh peechhe hati. “Raj! Oh my god, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?” usne chhoti si cheekh ke saath kaha, uski awaaz ghabrahat bhari fusfusaahat mein thi, Papa ki or dekhte hue jo neend mein gurra rahe the lekin jaage nahi.


“Apne kamre mein jao, Raj! Abhi!” usne siski, chadar ko apne seene se kaste hue, uska chehra sharam se laal, uski yoni abhi bhi uski taangon ke beech dikhayi de rahi thi jab tak usne adjust nahi kiya.
Mukesh ne beech mein bola, hasate hue. “Aaram se, Rekha. Use pata hai. Use kab se pata hai.”


Maa ki aankhein hum dono ke beech jhool gayi, uljhi hui. “Kya? Mukesh, tumhara matlab kya hai use pata hai? Kaise? Raj, batao yeh sach nahi hai.”
Main aage badha, meri awaaz shant. “Maa, mujhe tumhare Mukesh ke saath randi wale affair ke bare mein pata hai. Shuru se pata hai—almari mein chhupkar, uske tumhari gand chodte hue dekha, tumhe hamare parivaarik photo par uska veerya tapakte hue dekha. Maine uspar muth bhi maari.”


Maa ka muh khula reh gaya, shock mein. “Raj, aise gande shabd mat bolo! Tum mere bete ho—tum aise kaise baat kar sakte ho?” Usne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski aankhein ilzaam lagate hue. “Tumne… tumne use bataya?”


Mukesh ne tharki ki tarah muskuraya, uska ling abhi bhi sakht aur uske thook se chamak raha tha. “Nahi, usne khud pata laga liya. Samajhdaar ladka hai. Lekin chinta mat karo, Rekha—woh ismein cool hai.”
Maine sar hilaya, aur nazdeek aaya. “Maa, tum kuch galat nahi kar rahi ho. Tum bas wohi ho jo tum sach mein ho—ek hot, uttejit aurat jise ek asli ling chahiye. Papa boring hain, hamesha kaam mein, kabhi tumhe satisfy nahi karte. Mukesh tumhe woh deta hai jo tum chahti ho, aur yeh thik hai. Main iska samarthan karta hoon.”


Maa ki aankhein aansuon se bhar gayi, ek chhoti si siskari nikli jab usne sar hilaya. “Raj, nahi… mujhe vishwas nahi hota tumhe pata hai. Yeh sab ek galti hai—main kabhi nahi chahti thi ki tum mera yeh roop dekho.”
“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, uske bagal mein ghutne par baithte hue jab woh bistar se sarki, sharam mein ghutne par gir gayi, chadar thodi si sarki aur uske stann dikhayi diye. “Tumne koi galti nahi ki. Tum shandaar ho. 


Maine dekha kaise tumne uske ling ko uski gand se choosa, kaise tumne Papa ko us swaad ke saath chuma. Aur uske baad woh fart jab usne tumhari gand kheench di? Mazedaar aur hot.”
Maa ne rona band kiya, uski aankhein shock se chawdi. “Tumne… tumne yeh sab dekha? Photo bhi? Oh god, Raj…”


Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha. “Haan, aur use yeh pasand aaya. Mujhe bataya kaise tera pichhwada hila, kaise tumne mere ling ke liye bheek maangi. Ladke ka taste achha hai.”
Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha, hairan. “Tumhe pata tha woh dekh raha hai? Aur tumne mujhe nahi bataya?”


Maine tab Mukesh ki taareef ki. “Woh sabse best hai, Maa. Mukesh jaanta hai tujhe kaise handle karna hai, tujhe woh randi banana jo tum banna chahti ho.” Jab main bol raha tha, Mukesh neeche jhuka, Maa ke stann ko pakda, unhe kathor dabaya, uski ungliyaan uske nipples ko chikoti kaat rahi thi jab tak woh sakht nahi ho gaye.


Maa ne Mukesh se gusse mein fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi. “Mukesh, ruk jao! Raj ke samne nahi.” Woh gussa thi kyunki uska beta wahan tha, uske nange jism ko dekh raha tha, lekin uska jism usko dhoka de raha tha, uske nipples ubhar rahe the.
Mukesh ne jawab diya, use nazarandaaz karte hue, “Kyun nahi? Use yeh pasand hai.” Woh uske stann ragadta raha, uske saath ghutne par baith gaya, uska muh ek nipple par laga, zor se chooste hue, uski jeebh use chaat rahi thi jaise woh use kha raha ho.


“Maa, Mukesh uncle ko tumhare stann choosne do,” maine protsahit awaaz mein kaha. “Woh itne achhe lagte hain, bade aur rasile. Woh iske haqdaar hai itni achhi tarah se tujhe chodne ke baad.”
Maa ne mujhe daanta, uski awaaz teekhi lekin fusfusaahat mein. “Raj, tum aise kaise bol sakte ho? Tum mere bete ho—aise gande baatein band karo!”
“Sorry, Maa, lekin yeh sach hai,” maine jawab diya. “Maine dekha kaise tum uske liye siskiyaan bharti ho. Yeh hot hai. Main kya ban gaya hoon? Bas ek ladka jo tujhe khush dekhna chahta hai.”


Maa ne mujhe ghoora, uski aankhein chawdi. “Tum kya ban gaye ho, Raj? Yeh tum nahi ho—meri stann, meri… meri gand ke bare mein baat karna. Yeh galat hai.”
Maine use naram se samjhana shuru kiya. “Maa, tum ek achhi randi ho, aur randi hona achha hai. Iska matlab hai tum aazaad ho, zindagi ka maza le rahi ho, ek boring shaadi mein phanse rehne ke bajaye. Tum Mukesh ke ling ke haqdaar ho apni yoni aur gand mein, tujhe zor se charam par laane wala. Yeh empowering hai, Maa—apne jism ka malik banna, use apmaan karne dena kyunki yeh tujhe uttejit karta hai.”


Woh hairan thi, uska muh khula hua. “Raj, yeh shabd… mujhe vishwas nahi hota tum yeh bol rahe ho. Randi? Charam? Tumne yeh kahan se seekha?”
Tab Papa neend mein thoda sa muda, zor se gurraaya, uska haath phisal gaya. Maa jam gayi, uski aankhein uski or jhanki, jaldi se fusfusate hue. “Dekho? Woh hil raha hai! Agar woh jaag gaya aur hamein aise dekh liya toh?”


Mukesh uske nipple se hat gaya, muskurate hue. “Woh nahi jaagega, Rekha. Woh bevakoof Anil itna nashe mein hai ki uski patni ke stann chooste hue bhi notice nahi karega.”
Maa gussa ho gayi, uski awaaz fusfusaahat mein oonchi. “Use aise mat kaho, Mukesh! Woh mera pati hai.”
Maine beech mein bola, Papa ke bare mein bura bolte hue. “Maa, woh ek loser hai, hamesha anjaan. Tujhe chhup-chhup kar ghumne deta hai, yeh bhi nahi jaanta ki teri yoni Mukesh ke ling se kheench chuki hai.”


Maa mujhse hairan thi, uski aankhein chawdi. “Raj, tum apne baap ke bare mein aise kaise bol sakte ho? Woh ek achha aadmi hai—yeh band karo!”
Maine apni awaaz mazboot rakhte hue kaha. “Maa, main ismein thik hoon. Tum Mukesh ke saath zyada khush ho, aur yahi matter karta hai. Rona band karo; ise apnao.”


Mukesh ne uske samne meri taareef ki. “Dekha, Rekha? Aaj ke bete behtar hain—samajhdaar, supportive. Raj ek asli wala hai, apni maa ko woh randi hone deta hai jo woh hai.”
“Haan, Maa,” maine joda. “Main tujhe Mukesh ke saath randi wali harkatein karte hue dekhna chahta hoon, abhi, mere samne. Apni taangein failao, use tujhe chhoone do.”


Maa thodi si muskurayi, lekin sar hilaya, naughty shabd nikal gaye. “Tum chhote tharki, Raj. Apni maa se aise baat karna? Yaar, tum utne hi bure ho jitna woh.”
Mukesh ne bhi uska apmaan kiya, uske pichhwade par zor se thappad maara, awaaz dheere se goonji. “Wahi baat hai, Rekha—tum ab hamari randi ho. Mota pichhwada hamare liye hil raha hai.”


Maa ne shock ke bawajood muskuraya, thappad ne uski yoni ko phadka diya. “Tum harami, Mukesh,” usne khelte hue kaha, lekin woh khadi ho gayi jab usne use kheencha, uski chadar gir gayi, uska nanga jism phir se dikhayi diya.
Usne apne private areas chhupane ki koshish ki, uske hath uski yoni aur stann ko dhaank rahe the, sharmili lekin muskurati hui. “Main tumhare samne nangi nahi khadi reh sakti, Raj. Yeh bahut ajeeb hai—tum mere bete ho.”


“Chalo na, Maa,” maine kaha. “Maine sab kuch pehle hi dekh liya hai. Hath neeche karo; hamein woh sundar yoni dikhao.”
Mukesh ne joda, “Haan, Rekha, woh sahi hai. Use dekho tum kitni randi ho.”


Maa ne humein hairan kiya, dheere se maan gayi, uske hath neeche gir gaye, uska chehra laal. “Thik hai, tum dono harami. Jitna chahe dekho.”
Maine use yaad dilaya. “Maa, maine sab kuch dekha—kaise Mukesh ne teri badi gand chodi, teri gand ka chhed chawda kiya, teri yoni ko thoka jab tak tu chhidak nahi gayi.”


Uski aankhein badi ho gayi, shock mein, aur usne Mukesh ke baazu par thappad maara. “Tumne use barbaad kar diya, Mukesh! Mere bete ko is gande soch wala ladka bana diya.”
Mukesh hasa, mujhse poochte hue. “Tu kya kar raha tha jab dekh raha tha, Raj? Teri maa ki gand chudte hue muth maar raha tha?”
“Haan,” maine muskurate hue jawab diya. “Mera ling sehlate hue, jab tune uske veerya ko hamare photo par chhodne ko majboor kiya tab charam par pahuncha. Uski gand itni dheeli aur creamy lagi.”


Maa ne shock ke bawajood muskuraya. “Oh god, Raj… tumne sach mein yeh dekha?”
Mukesh ne aur gande sawal pooche. “Tujhe pasand aaya uska ling uski gand se chooste hue dekhna? Uska apna ganda swaad lena?”
“Yaar, bilkul,” maine kaha. “Yeh ganda tha lekin hot. Mujhe zor se charam par laaya.”


Main Maa ki or muda. “Maa, main tujhe Papa ke sote hue chudte hue dekhna chahta hoon. Yahan, abhi.”
Usne sar hilaya. “Nahi, Raj, main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai—Anil wahan hi hai.”
“Please, Maa,” maine bheek maangi. “Yeh itna hot hoga. Mukesh, use bolo.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Chalo, Rekha. Mere liye apne bete ke samne fail jao. Use dikhao kaise ek asli mard tujhe chodta hai.”
Woh akhir mein maan gayi, humse hairan. “Tum dono shaitaan ho… thik hai, karo. Lekin chupke se.”
Mukesh ne mujhse poocha. “Tujhe kahan chahiye main use chodu, Raj?”


“Uski gand,” maine jawab diya. “Mujhe pasand hai kaise woh hilti hai.”
“Gand kyun?” usne muskurate hue poocha.
“Kyunki yeh ganda hai, Maa ki gand ka chhed dheela aur taiyaar. Use phir se thokne se fart nikalo.”
Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha. “Tumhe yeh thik hai? Meri gand tumhare liye?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” Mukesh ne kaha, use nazdeek kheenchte hue, gehre chumte hue, unki jeebhein mil rahi thi jab woh usmein pighal gayi, uska pyar uske nange jism ko uske khilaf dabane ke tareeke mein saaf tha. “Tum meri randi ho, Rekha. Gand hi sahi hai.”
Jab woh chum rahe the, Maa ke hath uski peeth par ghoom rahe the, uska mota pichhwada uske ling se ragad raha tha. “Main tumse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” usne chumban ke beech fusfusaaya. “Meri gand ko zor se chodo, mujhe apne bete aur pati ke samne tumhari randi banao.”


Mukesh ne chumban toda, use palta, bistar ke kinaare par jhukaya, uska chehra Papa ke soye hue paon se inch door. “Apne gaal failao, Rekha. Raj ko apni gand ka chhed dikhao.”
Maa ne peechhe haath badhaya, apni gand ko alag kiya, uska puckered chhed humein wink kar raha tha, abhi bhi pichhle chudai se dheela. “Aise? Dekho kaise usne meri gand barbaad ki, Raj? Yeh ab sab uske liye hai.”


Main apni pant ke andar se apna ling sehla raha tha, dekhte hue. “Yaar, Maa, yeh perfect hai. Mukesh, andar daalo—use siskariyaan bharne do.”
Mukesh ne apne ling par thook phenka, use line kiya, pehle dheere se uski gand mein dhakela, inch by inch, uska chhed uske gird kheench raha tha. “Hamesha ki tarah tight, Rekha. Itne thokne ke baad bhi.”



  



Maa ne cheekh di, uski ungliyaan chadar mein dhansi. “Oh god, Mukesh, yeh itna bada hai… meri gand bhar raha hai. Raj, tum sach mein yeh dekhna chahte ho?”
“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, aur nazdeek aaya. “Ise peechhe dhakelo, jaise ek achhi randi.”
Usne kiya, uski gand uske ling ko nigal gayi, uske stann jhoom rahe the jab usne dhakke shuru kiye. “Mujhe chodo, Mukesh… zor se, jab Anil ek cuck ki tarah so raha hai.”


Mukesh ne uske pichhwade par thappad maara, awaaz teekhi lekin dheemi. “Wahi baat hai, tera pati ek pathar cuck hai, kharrate maar raha hai jab main teri gand ka maalik ban raha hoon.”
Maa ne aur tez siskariyaan bhari, uski yoni farsh par tapak rahi thi. “Haan, woh anjaan hai… lekin tum mujhe itna zor se charam par laate ho. Raj, yeh wahi hai jo tum chahte the? Teri maa ki gand chudte hue?”


“Yaar, bilkul,” maine jawab diya, apna ling bahar nikala, khule aam sehlate hue. “Papa ko dekho, Maa—use koi idea nahi ki uski patni ek ling ki randi hai.”
Papa ne phir se gurraaya, mudte hue, lekin soya raha. Maa sakht ho gayi. “Shh, chup… lekin rukna mat, Mukesh.”
Mukesh ne aur gehra thoka, uske andkosh uski yoni se takra rahe the. “Woh nahi jaagega, Rekha. Agar jaag bhi gaya, main pehle teri gand mein charam par aa jaunga.”


Maine gandi baatein jodi. “Maa, apni yoni ko ungli se chhoo jab woh teri gand chod raha hai. Mujhe dikhao kitni geeli ho.”
Maa ne neeche haath badhaya, apne bhagankur ko ragda. “Aise, Raj? Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai… oh yaar, Mukesh, main nazdeek hoon.”
Mukesh ne gurraaya. “Hamare liye charam par aao, randi. Apni gand se mera ling squeeze karo.”


Usne kiya, uska jism kaanp utha, ek dheemi cheekh ke saath woh charam par pahunchi, uski gand simat gayi, uske ling ke gird ek geela fart nikla, awaaz gandi aur tez thi.
Main hasa. “Wahi hai—fart! Papa show miss kar raha hai.”


Maa ne haanfte hue, peechhe muskurayi. “Tum tharki log… ab mujhmein charam par aao, Mukesh.”
Woh aur tez thoka, siskariyaan bharte hue. “Le lo, Rekha—meri veerya teri gand mein.”




Woh phata, gehre veerya chhodte hue, nikal kar kuch uske gaalon par tapka diya. Maa gir gayi, pichhwada upar, veerya tapak raha tha. “Yeh… teevra tha.”
Hum sab dheere se hase, kamra sex ki badboo se bhar gaya, Papa abhi bhi kharrate maar rahe the.

[Mahendra_]

Jab Mukesh ne Maa ki gand se apna ling nikala, uska ek mota veerya ka dher uske kheeche hue chhed se bahar nikla, dheere se uski andar wali jaangh par tapakta hua, jaise ek ganda yaad dilata hua uske vishwasghat ka. Maa thodi der ke liye bistar par jhuki rahi, uske mote pichhwade ke gaal abhi bhi uske apne hathon se failaye hue the, uski yoni uske apne ras se chamak rahi thi, kamra gand-chudai aur paseene ki musky badboo se bhar gaya tha.


Papa ke kharrate jaari rahe, sthir aur bevakoofana, jaise peechhe ek chainsaw chal rahi ho, bilkul anjaan ki uski patni ke barbaad hue gand ke chhed se veerya tapak raha hai, bas kuch feet door. Main wahan khada tha, mera ling abhi bhi bahar aur adha sakht, dheere se sehlate hue jab maine safed dhaage ko kheenchte aur carpet par girte hue dekha.


“Maa,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi lekin mazboot, muskurate hue aur nazdeek aate hue, “Uncle ka ling chooso. Ise saaf karo—yeh teri gand se poora geela hai.”
Maa dheere se seedhi hui, uski aankhein mujhpar tiki, shock se chawdi, uska chehra pehle se bhi zyada laal ho gaya. Usne chadar ko ab apni kamar ke gird dheele se pakda, lekin yeh uske ubharte stann ya uski jaangh par veerya ke dhaage ko chhupa nahi saka.


“Raj! Tune abhi kya kaha?” usne teekhi fusfusaahat mein kaha, Papa ke kharrate maarte roop ki or dekhte hue, uska muh thoda sa khula aur pillow par thodi si laar tapak rahi thi. “Tum apni maa se aise nahi bol sakte—uske ling ko choosna... oh god, tum kitne gande ho!”


Usne khelte hue mujhe daanta, mere baazu ke paas hawa mein thappad maarte hue, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi, sharam aur us bighdi uttejana ka mishran jo usne apna liya tha. “Tum bahut bold ho rahe ho, jawaan ladke. Tumhare papa kya kahenge agar unhone suna ki tum mujhe... aisa karne ko keh rahe ho?”


Papa ne neend mein aur zor se gurraaya, chadar ke neeche apni taang hilaayi, lekin uski aankhein band rahi, uski saans pills ki wajah se bhaari aur gehri thi. Maa ka khelta hua lehja uski ghabrahat chhupa raha tha, lekin woh uske nipples ke dobara sakht hone ko nahi chhupa saki, ya uski nazar ka Mukesh ke ling par jana, jo abhi bhi gand ke ras aur bache hue veerya se geela aur chamakta hua tha.


Uske aur bolne se pehle, Maa ne peechhe haath badhaya, apni gand ko dono hathon se aur chawda failaya, uske gaal alag hote hue us loose, gulabi chhed ko dikhaya, jo thokne se thoda sa khula hua tha. Mukesh ka ek taja veerya ka dher bahar nikla, mota aur creamy, uske crack par aur uski yoni ke honthon par beh gaya, uske paon ke beech farsh par jama ho gaya. Yeh ganda tha, jis tarah yeh uski twacha par chipka, dhaage jaisa aur safed, use uski randi ke roop mein mark karta hua jab woh khatam ho chuka tha.







Mukesh dheeme se hasa, uske pichhwade ke gaal par halke se thappad maarte hue, jisse woh hila. “Dekho isse, Rekha—teri gand mera doodh ugal rahi hai jaise ek achhi chhoti doodh wali randi. Ab shayad khali lag raha hai, na? Sab kheech gaya aur geela.”
Maine sar hilaya, mera ling dobara jeevit hota hua. “Haan, Maa, yeh hot hai. Teri gand tapakti ja rahi hai jaise ek nal—Uncle ne tujhe sach mein bhar diya. Thoda aur dabao; dekhein aur tapke.”


Maa ne apna honth kaata, uska chehra sharam aur thrill ka mishran, lekin usne dheere se dabaya, uski gand ka chhed simat gaya jab Mukesh ka ek aur ganda veerya ka dher gira, dheere se chhidakta hua.


“Tum dono janwar ho,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz bhaari, apne gaal chhodte hue aur unhe wapas ek saath takraane dete hue. “Meri gand itni istemaal hui lagti hai... lekin yaar, mujhe yeh pasand hai. Mukesh ka woh doodh itna garam, aise bahar nikal raha hai. Mujhe ek gandi patni jaisa mehsoos hota hai.”


Mukesh meri or muda, uski aankhein taareef se chamak rahi thi, uska ling hil raha tha jab woh Maa ke aur nazdeek aaya. “Dekha, Raj? Ladke mein dum hai—apni maa se ling choosne ke liye keh raha hai jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi. Tu natural hai, dost. Tujhe aise baat karne par garv hai; is fucked-up parivaar mein cheezon ko real rakhta hai.”


Maa ne use ghoora, lekin yeh ek muskurahat mein badal gaya jab usne apni jaangh se veerya ka ek dhaaga saaf kiya. “Oh, chup kar, Mukesh. Yeh sab teri galti hai—tune mere pyare Raj ko tharki bana diya, uske dimaag ko apne gande ideas se bhar diya. Ab woh mujhe gand chudte hue dekh raha hai aur mujhe tumhara ling saaf karne ko keh raha hai? Tum kaisa example set kar rahe ho?”


Mukesh ne kandha uchkaya, apna ling pakad kar dheere se sehlaaya, uske sar par gand ke bache hue ras ko smear karte hue. “Hey, maine pehle tujhe ek achhi randi banaya, na? Yaad hai jab tu sab shant aur sushil thi, Rekha? Ab dekho tujhe—gand mere veerya se bhari, yoni tapak rahi, aur mang rahi hai. Agar maine ladke ko bigada, toh isliye ki usne tujhe pehle randi bante hue dekha aur tujhse seekha. Sahi hai na, Raj?”


Main muskuraya, aur nazdeek aaya, meri aankhein Maa ke laal chehre par. “Bilkul, Maa, maine tujhse seekha. Uncle sahi hai—tu ab apne aap ka behtar version hai. Ek hot, ling pasand karne wali randi jo apni gand barbaad hone se charam par pahunchti hai. Maan lo; tujhe yeh tarah rehna pasand hai, chahe Papa wahan bevakoof ki tarah kharrate maar rahe hon.”


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, meri saafgoyi se hairan, lekin usne dheere se sar hilaya, uski saans ruk gayi. “Yaar, Raj... tu sahi hai. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main apne bete se yeh kahungi, lekin haan, randi hona... itna achha lagta hai. Jaise main ab saans le sakti hoon.”


Main aage jhuka, meri awaaz dheemi hui. “Achha. Toh, kya tu ise choosne wali hai, Maa? Uncle ka ling seedha teri gand se—yeh sab ganda aur musky hai. Tune pehle kiya tha; mere liye phir se karo.”


Maa ne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski aankhein uske saath ek chhoti si muskurahat ke saath band hui, uski jeebh behoshi mein apne honthon ko geela karne ke liye bahar nikli. Hawa mein tanaav tha, Papa ke kharrate hi us tanaav ko todne wali awaaz thi.


Mukesh ne uski nazar pakdi, wapas muskurate hue. “Kya hone wala hai, Rekha? Tera ladka achhe se maang raha hai. Is gand ke swaad wale ling ko chooso aur dikhao ki tu kitni randi hai.”
Maa jhijhaki, uski muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi. “Tum jaante ho main tumhe resist nahi kar sakti, Mukesh. Lekin Raj ke dekhne ke saath? Thik hai... tere liye.” Woh meri or mudi, uski awaaz chhedte hue. “Khush ho na, tharki beta? Mommy ab Mukesh ke gande ling ko saaf karegi jo meri badboodar gand ke andar tha.”


Phir woh dheere se ghutne par baithi, uske ghutne carpet par ek dheemi awaaz ke saath takraaye, lekin pehle, usne Papa ki or dekha, uski aankhein uske kharrate maarte chehre par thehri, uska seena shaanti se uthta-girta hua. “Anil... please sote raho,” usne apne aap se fusfusaaya, uska hath kaanpta hua jab usne Mukesh ke ling ki or haath badhaya.


“Papa ki chinta mat karo, Maa,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dilasa deti hui, uske bagal mein ghutne par baithte hue behtar view ke liye. “Woh behosh hai—woh pills apna kaam kar rahi hain. Agar woh jaag bhi gaya, toh shayad sochta hoga yeh ek sapna hai tujhe aise dekhkar.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uske baalon ko naram se sehlate hue. “Haan, Rekha, us buddhe ko sone do. Yeh hamara waqt hai—tera, mera, aur ab Raj ka. Tu ismein itni perfect randi hai; aksar patniyaan bhaag jaati hain, lekin tu? Tu ghutne par baithti hai aur gand ke swaad wale ling ke liye bheek mangti hai.”


Maa ne aah bhari, uski aankhein Papa par ek pal aur thehri, phir usne Mukesh ki or dekha, uski awaaz dheemi aur sultry. “Main ek randi hoon, thik hai. Tere ling ne mujhe ek banaya, Mukesh. Ruk nahi sakti—mera muh sirf teri gand ka swaad sochkar paani bhar aata hai. Aur taareef karo; yeh meri yoni ko phadka deta hai.”


“Tu sabse behtar randi hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne fusfusaaya, uska angutha uske honthon par trace karte hue. “Lalchi, gandi, aur poori meri. Ab dikhao.”
Maa ne akhir mein uske ling ke gird apni ungliyaan lapeti, ise base par mazboot pakadte hue, uska touch dhyan se aur janbujhkar, bilkul pehle ki tarah.


Usne ise dheere se upar-neeche ragda, uski hatheli neeche ke hisse se bachti hui jahan gand ka residue sabse mota tha—uski apni chhed ki musky, kadwi chamak wahan ek gande raaz ki tarah chipki hui thi. Uski ungliyaan naram se mud gayi, thodi si slickness ko uski jaangh par saaf karte hue, uski naak thodi si sikudi jab badboo us tak pahunchi, woh kacchi, dharti jaisi gand aur veerya ki badboo.


Woh savdhaan thi, lagbhag hygienic apne strokes mein, shaft ko is tarah angle karti hui ki saaf upar wala hissa uske honthon ki or ho, jaise woh yeh pretend kar sakti thi ki yeh ganda nahi hai agar usne iska sabse bura hissa nahi chakkha.
Mukesh ne notice kiya, dheeme se hasa. “Chalo na, Rekha, picky mat bano. Bas ise chooso—poora. Apni gand ka swaad chakh lo jo tujhe itna pasand hai. Mujhe pata hai mera ling ganda hai.”


Main bhi bol pada, mera ling ab poori tarah sakht ho gaya. “Haan, Maa, karo na. Ragadne se saaf nahi hoga, tera muh hi ekmatra cheez hai jo kaam karegi. Uncle ke gand wale ling ko chooso jaise tu ek randi hai.”


Maa thodi peechhe hati, uski aankhein uske ling par, ghin flicker karti hui uske chehre par jab usne badboodar gandh li—paseena, veerya, aur uski kheech hui gand ka unmistakable tang. “Yaar, Mukesh, yeh itna ganda hai... meri gand ki badboo is par hai. Main dekh sakti hoon residue, sab chipchipa aur gross. Tum sach mein chahte ho main ise dobara apne muh mein daaloon?”


Uske aur virodh karne se pehle, Mukesh ka hath uske sar ke peechhe chala gaya, uski ungliyaan uske baalon mein mazbooti se, lagbhag kathor taur par uljhi. “Bura laga, randi,” usne gurraaya, aage dhakka dete hue. Usne apna poora ling ek zor daar harkat mein uske muh mein daal diya, sar uske honthon se guzarta hua, jeebh par, aur gale ke neeche tak jab tak uski naak uske pubes se nahi takraayi. Uske gaal ubhar gaye, uski aankhein shock se chawdi hui jab woh geele taur par gag ki, aankhon ke konon mein aansoo ubhar aaye, lekin usne use wahan pakda, uski pakad na dabne wali.








Maa ki aankhein uski aankhon se band hui, pehle badi aur bheek mangti hui, phir gusse aur samarpan ke mishran se tang hui, uska gala us ghusedaar cheez ke gird sankoch karta hua. Uske muh ke konon par thook ke bubble ban gaye, uski thodi se neeche tapakte hue jab usne adjust karne ki koshish ki, uske hath uski jaanghon par dheeme se dabaye. Yeh itna ganda tha—meri apni maa, jisne mujhe pala, ek ling choos rahi thi jo uski gand se taja tha, wahi chhed jahan se uska gobar nikalta hai.


Is taboo ka jhatka zor se laga: uski jeebh, jo mujhe goodnight kiss ke liye thi, ab gand ke swaad wale meat ke gird ghoom rahi thi; uske honth, jo college events par muskurate the, ab uske apne jism ke gandagi se contaminated cheez ke gird kheeche hue the. Yeh apmaanjanak tha, galatpan mein itna achha, maternal purity ko pornographic depravity mein badalta hua, aur isne mera ling dekhkar hi precum tapka diya.


“Yaar, Mukesh,” maine kaha, tezi se sehlate hue, “tu uske muh ka maalik ban raha hai jaise ek pro. Uski aankhein dekho—plate jaisi chawdi, lekin woh le rahi hai. Aur gehra, use is gand wale ling par choke karo. Use woh chhed ka swaad chakhne do jahan se gobar nikalta hai.”


Maine tab use gande naam se bulana shuru kiya, shabd bahar nikal rahe the kyunki yeh taakat ka nasha dilchasp tha—use ghatte hue dekhna, yeh jaan kar ki main yeh raaz uske upar rakhta hoon, mujhe dominance ka hissa banaya. “Achhe se chooso, tu gandi ling choosne wali Maa. Tu kitni gandi randi hai, Uncle ke ling par apne gande chhed ka swaad chakhti hui.”


Mukesh bhi shamil ho gaya, ab dheeme se dhakke dete hue, uske hips hil rahe the. “Haan, Raj sahi hai—yeh kutiya sabse buri maa hai. Ghutne par, gand wale ling par gag karti hui jab uska pati kharrate maar raha hai? Kaisa example hai yeh ladke ke liye? Pathar, Rekha, lekin yaar, yeh hot hai.”
“Main sehmat hoon,” maine kaha, meri awaaz utsuk, apne ling par muththi chalate hue. 


“Tu ek buri maa hai, Maa—chhup chhup kar ghumti hai, Uncle ko teri gand barbaad karne deti hai, ab apni gandagi ko deepthroat karti hai. Lekin mujhe yeh pasand hai; ek randi maa sabse best hai. Yahan cheezon ko exciting rakhti hai.”


Mukesh ke hath uske sar ko mazboot rakhe, ab uske chehre ke dono taraf ek-ek hath, jaise woh ek fleshlight chod raha ho. Usne adha nikal kar phir se zor se daala, uska ling uske gale mein dikhayi deta ubhar, uski gurgles geeli aur dheemi. Har dhakke ke saath thook udta tha, uske stann hil rahe the, uske ghutne carpet par ragadte hue jab woh is zor se hili. Usne ek rhythm banaya, pehle dheema aur gehra, uske sangharsh ko mazaa lete hue, phir tezi se, uske andkosh uski thodi se takra rahe the, kamra geele, glucking awaazon se bhar gaya.


“Apne pati ko dekho jab tu mera ling choosti hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hukm diya, uski awaaz nafs se bhaari, uske baalon ko modkar uska sar angle kiya. “Kyunki yeh tujhe yaad dilata hai ki tu kitni dhokhebaaz randi hai, pati wahan hi hai, anjaan, jab tu kisi aur mard ke gand wale ling ko nigalti hai. Apmaan ko aur meetha karta hai, na?”







Maine muskurate hue joda. “Haan, Maa, use ghooro. Socho agar woh jaag gaya aur yeh dekh liya—uski pure patni ek gutter randi ban gayi.”
Maa ki aankhein aur paani se bhar gayi, lekin usne Mukesh ke guide karne par apna sar thoda sa ghumaya, uski nazar Papa ke kharrate maarte chehre par tiki, uska muh khula, uske gaal par thodi si laar. Woh itni sharminda aur dardnaak lagi—gaal laal, mascara aansuon se beh raha tha, honth Mukesh ke shaft ke gird obscene tarah se kheeche hue, uska jism zor se gag na karne ki koshish mein kaanpta hua. 


Uski aankhein Papa ke soye hue roop se chupke se bheek maang rahi thi, jaise woh maafi maang rahi ho jabki uska gala kisi aur mard ke ling ko doodh raha tha, uski jeebh anichchhuk taur par uske gand ke swaad ko chaat rahi thi. Yeh dil todne wala aur uttejak tha, uski maternal bhakti is erotic haar mein toot gayi.



Mukesh ke dhakke beqaabu ho gaye, uski saans ruk rahi thi jab yeh nazara use had paar kar gaya—Maa ka dardnaak nazar apne pati par, sab ka khatra, uske gale ka uske ling ko vice ki tarah squeeze karna. “Yaar, Rekha... mera doodh le lo,” usne gurraaya, ek baar aur gehre daalte hue, uska ling pulsate karta hua jab usne garam doodh seedha uske gale mein chhod diya, ek ke baad ek dher uske muh mein bhar gaya jab tak woh overflow nahi ho gaya, safed nadiyaan uske honthon se nikal gayi.


Usne use wahan pakda, use nigalne par majboor kiya, uska hath uske jaw ko band karke. “Ek boond bhi mat tapkao, randi. Is gande doodh ko poora nigal lo.”
Maa ne sankoch ke saath nigla, uska gala uske gird kaam karta hua, aansoo behte hue jab usne hukm maana, kadwa, namkeen veerya aur gand residue ka mishran neeche sarka. Usne jab woh use chhoda toh haanfte hue muh nikala, dheere se khansi, uski jeebh par veerya, lekin usne sab le liya.



Yeh dekhkar mujhe toot gaya—main tezi se sehla raha tha, mere andkosh kase hue, aur maine apna doodh apne hath par chhod diya jab maine muth maari, mota spurts garam aur chipchipa mere hath par gira, mere ghutne jhuk gaye jab maine har boond nikali, Maa ke apmaan ka nazara bahut zyada tha.
“Yaar, Maa,” maine haanfte hue kaha, apna hath apni shirt par saaf karte hue, “mujhe vishwas nahi tha tu Uncle ke ling se teri gand ka sab ganda samaan choos legi. Yeh itna ganda hai—apne chhed ka swaad chakha, jahan se gobar nikalta hai, Papa wahan hi hote hue. Lekin tune kiya, jaise ek champ.”


Maa ne apna muh saaf kiya, khelte hue mujhe ghoora uske bigde hue makeup ke zariye. “Oh, chup kar, tu chhota ganda. Vishwas ya na, maine yeh uske liye kiya. Aur tu apne hath par muth maar raha hai apni maa ko dekhte hue? Naughty ladka. Tu ek bura beta ban gaya hai.”
Mukesh hasa, use baazu se kheench kar uthaya. “Ladke ka point hai, Rekha. Tu ek achhi randi hai, gand chudi aur sab kuch. Mujhe apni randi par garv hai.”


Maa ne aankhein ghumayi, lekin muskurayi, khelte hue hum dono ko daanta. “Tum dono tharki—mujh par aise gang banate hue. Ek mujhe apna ganda ling choosne deta hai, doosra uspar muth marta hai. Main tum dono ka kya karungi?”


Tab, Papa hila, uske kharrate ek siskari mein ladkhadaye, uski palkein phadphadaayi jab woh kuch aspasht bole, chadar ke neeche hilte hue.
Maa ghabra gayi, uski aankhein chawdi ho gayi, jaldi se chadar poori tarah apne nange jism ke gird kheench li. “Oh nahi, Anil jaag ne wala hai, woh jaag raha hai! Raj, Mukesh, chhupo! Bahar niklo, abhi!”


Mukesh muskuraya, ek inch bhi nahi hila, uska dheela ling latak raha tha. “Use jaagne do, Rekha. Main chahta hoon woh buddha jaane ki tu kitni randi hai—dekh uski patni mere veerya se dhaki hui hai, muh gand ke swaad se bhara hua. Yeh use barbaad kar dega, aur sach kahoon? Yahi baat hai. Teri shaadi waise bhi ek mazak hai; waqt hai woh jaane tu meri hai.”


Maa ka chehra safed ho gaya, uski awaaz bechain fusfusaahat mein. “Nahi, Mukesh, please! Meri shaadi barbaad mat karo—Anil ek achha aadmi hai, chahe woh boring ho. Mujhe yeh parivaar ek saath rakhna hai, Raj ke liye. Bheek maangti hoon, chhupo ya kuch karo!”


Maine kandha uchkaya, apni pant band karte hue. “Maa, mujhe Papa ki parwah nahi hai ab. Woh anjaan hai, tujhe us randi hone se rok raha hai jo tu pasand karti hai. Use jalne do; hum behtar honge.”


Maa ne mujhe dekha, khelte hue daanta bhi jab woh kaanpti hui muskurayi. “Raj, tu dil se kathor cheez—apne baap ke bare mein aise bol raha hai? Lekin... yaar, tu ab Mukesh jaisa hai, na?” Uski aankhein Papa ki or wapas jhanki, jo ek aah ke saath shant ho gaya, kharrate dheere se shuru hue.
Mukesh ne mujhe sar hilaya, phir apna baazu mere kandhon par daala, uska dheela ling uski jaangh se chhoota jab hum darwaze ki or mude. “Chalo, Raj—randi ko uske pati ke saath chhod dete hain.” 


Hum ek saath bedroom se bahar chale, Mukesh ka hath mere kandhe par bhaari aur bhaichara bhara, mujhe hallway se baithak tak le jaate hue, hamare ling dono dheele aur latakte hue, har kadam ke saath hilte hue. Ghar mein ek bijli jaisa ehsaas tha, nazdeeki miss ke saath, Papa ke kharrate peechhe dheeme hote hue jab hum sofa par gir gaye, dheere se haste hue.


Agla din, main college se ghar aaya, mera backpack ek kandhe par latka hua, dopahar ka sooraj khidkiyon se chhanta hua jab maine samne ka darwaza khola. Ghar mein lunch ke curry ki badboo thi, lekin kuch galat tha—kitchen se oonchi awaazein, teekhi aur gusse wali, hawa ko chhedti hui jaise chaku.


Maa aur Papa jhagad rahe the, unke shabd tiles se goonj rahe the, aur mere chehre par ek muskurahat phail gayi jab maine ek pal ke liye suna aur phir darwaza dheere se band kiya. Mujhe unka jhagda sunna itna khush karta tha; yeh mere kaanon ke liye sangeet tha, ek ishara ki Mukesh ka plan unki shaadi ko barbaad karne ka kaam kar raha tha.


Kyun? Kyunki Maa Papa ke boring routine se behtar ke haqdaar thi—woh use satisfy nahi kar sakta tha, us randi ko sambhal nahi sakta tha jo woh Mukesh ke ling ke neeche ban gayi thi. Unke jhagde us jhooth ko tod rahe the, use poori tarah hamare gandagi aur aazaadi ke duniya mein dhakel rahe the, aur sach kahoon, yeh mujhe uttejit karta tha ki parivaar ke cracks chawde ho rahe hain, yeh jaan kar ki maine is sab par muth maari thi.


Main dheere se kitchen ki or gaya, mere sneakers hallway ke carpet par khamosh, darwaze ke paas jhankte hue jo adha khula tha. Papa sink ke paas khade the, uska chehra laal, ek chhota kaala buttplug uske hath mein hil raha tha, woh jo Mukesh ne Maa ko pehli chudai ke baad pehnaya tha, abhi bhi kal raat ke kisi bhi istemaal se geela. Maa counter ke paas jhuki hui thi, uske blouse ke upar baazu bandhe hue, uske baal peechhe bandhe lekin bikhre hue, uska expression virodhi aur rude, jaise use Papa ke gusse ki koi parwah nahi thi.


“Anil, yeh tu kya kar raha hai iske saath?” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz disrespect se tapakti hui, hawa mein cheen kar jaise woh use chheen sakti ho. “Ise neeche rakho—yeh tera kaam nahi hai.”


Papa ki aankhein ubhar gayi, uske lehje se hairan, plug ko aur ooncha pakadte hue jaise court mein saboot ho. “Mera kaam nahi? Rekha, yeh hamare bedroom ke drawer mein hai, maine tujhe iske bare mein chEtavani di thi! Ek buttplug? Tu yeh cheez istemaal kar rahi hai? Kyun? Kab se tu mere peechhe apni gand mein yeh samaan daal rahi hai? Khud ko samjhao!”


Maa ne kadwe taur par hasa, aankhein ghumate hue, uska jawab rude aur kaatne wala. “Oh, please, Anil—bada ho ja. Haan, main ise istemaal karti hoon. Seedha apni gand mein daal deti hoon jab mujhe kuch mehsoos karna hota hai. Tera ling ab yeh kaam nahi karta. Khush ho ab?”
Papa peechhe hata, uska muh khulta-band hota hua jaise ek machhli, uske badlav se hairan—yeh woh narmi wali patni nahi thi jo gande jokes par sharma jaati thi; yeh woh aurat thi jisne apni gand se veerya chakkha tha, jisne apne bete ke samne aur mang kiya tha. 

“Rekha... tujhe kya ho gaya? Tu pehle itni... sushil thi. Ab aise bol rahi hai? Apni gand mein toys daal rahi hai? Tu bilkul alag insaan lagti hai. Yeh badlav kyun? Kaun daal raha hai yeh ideas tere dimaag mein?”


Maa aur nazdeek aayi, uski awaaz taane wali. “Alag? Shayad main akhir jaag gayi, Anil. Tere vanilla bakwas se thak gayi hoon. Aur haan, main ek randi banna chahti hoon—ek poori randi jiski gand kachi chudai jati hai. Ruk nahi sakti; yeh bahut achha lagta hai. Meri yoni aur gand iske liye tarasti hain, tere naram thapkiyon ke liye nahi.”


Papa ka chehra rangheen ho gaya, uska hath thoda sa uske seene par jakda, gussa ubal raha tha. “Ek randi? Tu randi banna chahti hai? Rekha, yeh ghinona hai! Main tujhe chetaavani de raha hoon—abhi yeh band kar, warna tujhe pachtaayega. Hamari shaadi koi mazak nahi hai! Raj kya kahega agar usne tujhe dekha ya suna aise bolte hue?”


Main apni chhupne ki jagah se hasi daba di, mera seena dheere se hil raha tha. Maine unhe kabhi aise jhagadte nahi dekha tha, ek baar bhi nahi meri zindagi mein—Papa hamesha shanti banane wala, Maa wafadar patni. Lekin uske garv bhare, besharm jawabon ko sunna? Ise mujhe garv mehsoos hua; woh apni randi wali harkat ko own kar rahi thi, Mukesh ne jo randi chhodi thi, Papa ke pakhand ke khilaf khadi thi. Yeh empowering tha, use aazaad hote dekhna, aur yeh mujhe uttejit karta tha, yeh jaan kar ki maine use yeh bold, veerya nigalne wali vixen bante hue dekha tha.
Papa khatam nahi hue, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui jab woh tehel raha tha. “Aur tu ab saaf-suthri bhi nahi hai, Rekha! Kapde idhar-udhar, bartan jama hue—tujhe kya ho gaya? Abhi bhi woh porn ka kachra dekh rahi hai? Kal mujhe tere phone par nangi tasveerein mili—tere stann bahar, gand failayi hui jaise koi bechain randi. Yeh kyun hai? Tu kisko bhej rahi hai inhe? Aur late nights, paseena? Tu kuch bada chhupa rahi hai—maan lo!”
Maa ki aankhein chamki, lekin woh peechhe nahi hati, uske jawab aur bhi randi wale ho gaye, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi, jaise woh use apne badlav se taane de rahi ho. “Saaf-suthri? Saaf-suthri ko goli maaro, Anil—main gand mein chudna chahti hoon, kathor aur gehra, jab tak main seedha nahi chal sakti. Porn? Haan, main har raat dekhti hoon, apni yoni ko ungli se chhedti hui bade ling tight chhedon ko barbaad karte hue. Woh nudes? Main leti hoon kyunki mujhe apna mota pichhwada aur geeli yoni dikhana pasand hai—bas pose karne se meri yoni bheeg jati hai. Late nights? Tab main apni gand mein toys daal kar cheekhte hue charam par aati hoon. Tujhe lagta hai main chhupa rahi hoon? Main ise apna rahi hoon, tu prude. Mujhe ek asli randi banna hai, jhuk kar bhari jati hai, tera boring bistar garam karne wali nahi.”


Papa ladkhadaaya, uska chehra safed ho gaya, ek hath uske seene par gaya jab woh haanfne laga, apni shirt ko kaste hue jaise yeh uske dil ke gird kasi ja rahi ho. Woh dheere se ghutne par baith gaya, uske ghutne kitchen ke farsh par jhuk gaye, uski saans chhoti, ragadti hui aayi, uske maathe par paseena ubhar aaya.


Aam taur par, Papa ko koi dil ki samasya nahi thi—woh apni umar ke hisaab se fit the, subah jogging karte, sahi khaana khaate—lekin Maa ke besharm shabd ne use sledgehammer ki tarah maara, uski narmi wali patni ke randi wale baaton ka shock uske system ke liye zyada tha, ek teekha dard trigger karta hua jo use jhuka diya.


Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi—sachchi chinta se nahi, balki ek pal ke liye calculation ke saath, jaldi se chinta ke roop mein chhupa. Woh uski or daudi, ghutne par baith gayi aur apne baazu uske kandhon ke gird lapet liye, use apne seene ke khilaf uthaate hue, uski awaaz jhoothi chinta mein badli. “Anil! Oh god, tu thik hai? Kya hua—tera seena? Mujhse baat kar!”


Papa ne siskari bhari, uska chehra bhura, dheeme se use hataate hue. “Rekha... dard ho raha hai... bas... shock, lagta hai. Tere shabd... chakuon ki tarah.”
Maa ne uski peeth sehlaayi, uska touch naram lekin uska dimaag kahin aur—chinta ka natak karte hue kyunki use shaadi ko dikhawe ke liye chalaye rakhna tha, mere liye, chahe uski yoni shayad us taakat par phadak rahi ho jo uske paas thi. “Anil, saans le—dheere. Kya yeh tera dil hai? Doctor ko bulaoon? Tujhe hospital le jaaon abhi?”


“Nahi... koi hospital nahi,” Papa ne ragadti awaaz mein kaha, uski or jhukte hue, uski aankhein band. “Bas... aaram. Mujhe sofa tak le chalo. Yaar, Rekha, tu mujhe kya kar rahi hai?”


“Bilkul, kuch bhi,” Maa ne mithi awaaz mein kaha, use apni taakat se uthaate hue, uska baazu uske kandhe par rakhte hue jab woh use baithak ki or le gayi. “Mujh par jhuk jao, Anil. Tu mujhe dara raha hai—exact kahan dard hai?”


“Seena... tight,” usne bola, dheeme se chalte hue. “Bas letna hai. Waada karo tu yeh... yeh baatein band kar degi.”
“Shh, ab aaram karo,” usne dilasa diya, chahe uski aankhein thodi si ghumi jab woh nahi dekh sakta tha.


Mujhe pata tha Papa ko Maa ke shabd ne shock kiya tha jisse uske dil mein dard hua. Usne vishwas nahi kiya jo uski patni ne kaha tha.
Tab main wahan aaya, kitchen ke darwaze mein chawdi, jhoothi chinta wali aankhon ke saath, apna backpack giraate hue. “Papa? Maa? Kya hua? Main abhi ghar aaya—kya ho raha hai?”


Maa ne meri or dekha, uska chehra ek pal mein shant ho gaya. “Raj, beta—tere papa ko tabiyat thik nahi hai. Seene mein dard, stress se. Meri madad karo use bedroom tak le jaane mein?”
Main daudkar gaya, Papa ka doosra baazu pakda, meri awaaz jhoothi chinta se bhari. “Papa, tu thik hai? Kya dard hai? Ambulance bulaoon?”
Papa ne meri or dekha, uska chehra tanaav bhara, ek dheemi muskurahat ke liye zor lagate hue. 


“Raj... main thik hoon, beta. Bas... teri maa ke saath jhagda. Thak gaya. Bistara hi chahiye. Paani, shayad?”
Mujhe nahi pata tha Maa ke besharm shabd use is tarah maar sakte hain—ek mazboot aadmi ko ek jhukta hua mess bana diya, uske dil ko pakadte hue uske randi wale confessions ke verbal jhatke se. Yeh surreal tha, uski gandagi ki taakat dekhna, kaise isne uski duniya ko bina chhue hi toot diya.


Humne Papa ko bedroom tak saath diya, Maa aur main use hallway se adha utha kar le gaye, uske pair thoda sa ghasitate hue. Maine raaste mein kitchen se ek glass paani liya, use dete hue jab Maa ne use bistar par litaya, uske takiye ko zyada dikhawa ke saath theek kiya. “Le, Papa—ise dheere se piyo. Dheemi saans.”


“Thanks, Raj,” Papa ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, kaanpta hua paani piya, uska rang dheere se wapas aata hua jab woh peechhe leta. “Tum bacche... mere liye bahut achhe ho. Rekha, baad mein baat karte hain. Aur... jhagda nahi.”


Maa ne sar hilaya, uske hath ko thapthapaate hue. “Aaram karo, Anil. Main chai banati hoon.” Lekin jab hum kamre se bahar nikle, darwaza dheere se band karte hue, maine uski smirky pakdi, natak ek mask ki tarah utar gaya.


Hallway mein, usne mujhse fusfusaaya, “Close call, na? Tere papa soch se zyada mazboot hain.”
Main muskuraya. “Haan, lekin Maa... woh shabd? Tune use barbaad kar diya. Bahut hot tha. Tune ek achhi randi ki tarah baat ki lekin mujhe yeh pasand aaya.”


Usne khelte hue mera baazu thapthapaya. “Chup, tu. Ab dinner mein meri madad kar—parivaar pehle.”
Hum kitchen ki or wapas gaye, jhagde ki goonj baaki thi, lekin ghar thoda halka, aazaad laga, Papa ka control thoda aur khisakta hua.

[Mahendra_]

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


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


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











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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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



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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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



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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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








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



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



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


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


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



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



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


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








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



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



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



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











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


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


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


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











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


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


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


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

[Mahendra_]

Subah, suraj mere bedroom ke pardo se chhan kar aaya, bikhri hui chadaron par ek garam roshni daal raha tha jahan main raat bhar ke video call ke baad gir gaya tha. Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein so raha tha, mera jism Maa ke gande antics ko screen par dekhkar kai baar sehlane se thaka hua tha, sapne uske hilte pichhwade aur khule chhedon se bhare hue the.



Ghar pehle shant tha, jaise tufaan ke baad ki khamoshi, lekin phir awaazein aayi—oonchi, gusse wali awaazein hallway ke neeche se goonjti hui. Main hila, aankhein malte hue, meri subah ka sakhtapan raat ke yaadon se phadakta hua. Jhagda aur tez ho gaya, Maa ki awaaz teekhi aur bejhijhak, Papa ki kamzor, bheek mangte hue. Main bistar se chupke se nikla, boxers mein nange paon, unke bedroom ke darwaze ki or badha, jo thoda sa khula tha.


Darwaze ke crack se jhankte hue, maine dekha Maa subah jaldi wapas aayi thi—uski peeli saree kal raat se bikhri hui aur tedhi, hari blouse untucked, baal Mukesh ke thokne se wild mess. Aankhon ke gird makeup smudge hua, lipstick dheemi, aur gardan par ek halka hickey khil raha tha jaise uski randi raat ka badge.


Woh dresser ke paas khadi thi, baazu cross kiye, jabki Papa bistar ke kinare baitha tha, abhi bhi pajamas mein, rang safed aur confused, aaram ke baad. “Rekha, tu saari raat kahan thi?” Papa ne demand kiya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, hath uske outfit ki or ishara karte hue. “Subah sawere ghar aayi, aise saji hui jaise... koi party girl? Woh saree bikhri hui, blouse aadha khula—kya ho raha hai? Kya tu party kar rahi thi?”


Maa hasi, ek thandi, mazak udati awaaz, uski or mudti hui kamar takdi, saree uski paseene se geeli twacha par chipki hui, uske mote pichhwade ko outline karti hui jaise yeh paap ke liye sculpt kiya gaya ho. “Party mein? Oh, Anil, tu kitna bhola hai. Main wahan thi jo tu mujhe nahi de sakta—sahi se chudai, kathor aur gehri, jab tak main seedha nahi chal sakti. Yeh saree? Bikhri hai kyunki yeh aadhi raat motel ke farsh par thi jab ek asli mard meri yoni aur gand ko thok raha tha. Khush ho ab?”


Papa ka chehra rangheen ho gaya, uska muh khulta-band hota hua jaise ek machhli, uski vehemence se hairan—jis tarah usne shabd thooke, koi pachtawa nahi, uski aankhein nafrat se chamakti hui. Use aadha bhi nahi pata tha; uske liye, woh abhi bhi uski wafadar patni thi, na ki Mukesh ki professional randi, ek aurat jo parivaarik photos par veerya tapkati hai, gand ke swaad wale loads nigalti hai, aur uske kharrate maarte roop par hansti hai jab woh thoki jati hai. “Rekha! Apna muh band kar! Tu aisa kaise bol sakti hai? Tu meri patni hai—hamari shaadi, hamara parivaar... yeh tu nahi hai. Aur woh hickey? Kisne kiya? Sach bata!”


“Sach?” Maa ne tana mara, nazdeek aati hui, uske stann blouse mein ubharte hue, nipples yaad ya jhagde ke thrill se sakht. “Sach yeh hai ki tu ek pathetic pati hai, Anil. Bistar mein kamzor, zindagi mein kamzor—kal apna seena pakadta hua jaise ek baccha kyunki maine kaha main randi banna chahti hoon. Woh hickey? Ek aise ling se jo mujhe sach mein satisfy karta hai, mujhe charam par le jata hai jab tak main chhidak nahi jati. Tu? Tu meri yoni ke sweet areas ko map ke saath bhi nahi dhoond sakta. Aur hamari shaadi? Yeh ek mazak hai—main natak karna band kar rahi hoon. Raj tere bewakoofi se behtar ke haqdaar hai jo hamein neeche kheench rahi hai.”


Papa peechhe hata, aankhon mein dard chamakta hua, lekin usne dabav banaya, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui. “Natak? Hum 20 saal se saath hain! Izzat ka kya? Pyar ka? Tu aise behave kar rahi hai jaise... ek randi! Ghar aayi sex ki badboo ke saath, saree poori tedhi—kya tu kisi aur mard ke saath thi? Maan lo!”


Maa ne sar peechhe phenka, aur zor se hasi, blouse ka ek button kholkar use taane ke liye, aur cleavage flash karti hui. “Maan lo? Thik hai—haan, Anil, main ek aise mard ke saath thi jo chodna jaanta hai. Usne mujhe jhukaya, meri gand ko kheench kar gape kiya, veerya se bhara jo saari raat tapakta raha. Aur izzat? Tu use tab kho chuka jab tune mujhe aurat jaisa mehsoos karana band kiya. Tu boring hai, napunsak—phir se apna dil pakad, tu kamzor chodu. Main hi is parivaar ko ek saath rakhti hoon, tu nahi.”


Yeh disrespect hairan karne wala, teekha tha—uske shabd chakuon ki tarah, uske pet mein mudte hue, koi filter nahi, koi reham nahi. Papa ladkhadaaya, aankhon mein aansoo ubhar aaye. “Rekha, please, band karo, main jaanta hoon yeh jhooth hai... yeh heated hai, lekin Raj ke bare mein socho. Hamara beta—tu sab kuch kaise barbaad kar sakti hai? Main tujhse pyar karta hoon; hum ise theek kar sakte hain.”


“Theek karna?” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, apna saree ka pallu kheench kar gira diya, uski shakal aur bhi numaya ho gayi. “Theek karne ke liye kuch nahi hai—tu hi samasya hai. Bistar mein bekaar, bahar bekaar. Mujhe ek aisa mard chahiye jo mujhe cheekhne tak thokta hai, tere naram bahane nahi. Raj thik hai; woh bada ho gaya hai. Ab chup kar aur mujhe kapde badalne de—tu lucky hai main wapas bhi aayi.”


Main chupke se peechhe hata, mera ling meri boxers mein sakht hota hua uski nishthurta se, apne kamre mein phone pakadne ke liye sarka. Maine Mukesh ko dial kiya, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, jhagda abhi bhi hallway se sunai de raha tha.
“Hey, Raj,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, uski awaaz smug, jaise woh kal raat ke marathon ke baad nap se utha ho. “Kya baat hai, bacche? Teri maa ghar thik se pahunch gayi?”


“Haan, Uncle,” maine fusfusaaya, uttejana bhadakti hui. “Woh wapas aayi, lekin sun—she aur Papa bade jhagde mein hain. Woh use tukde-tukde kar rahi hai, kamzor, bekaar bol rahi hai. Wild hai. Sunna chahta hai? Main phone ko nazdeek rakhta hoon.”
“Yaar haan,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz utsuk. “Mujhe sunao—mujhe pasand hai jab woh us bevakoof ko bura bhala kehti hai.”


Main darwaze par wapas chupke gaya, phone ko crack ke paas rakha, awaazein saaf. Mukesh Maa ke zeher ko sun raha tha: “Tu ek mazak hai, Anil—aadhi baar sakht bhi nahi ho sakta. Mujhe asli ling chahiye, tera dheela noodle nahi. Apna dil pakadkar ro jab main yaad karti hoon kaise mujhe kal raat behosh karke choda gaya.” Papa ke jawab kamzor the: “Rekha, band kar... please, tu mujhe dard de rahi hai.” Maa ne palatwar kiya: “Dard? Tujh jaise boring ke saath rehne ki koshish kar—main hi dukh jhel rahi hoon, saalon se jhootha charam natak karti hui. Tu pathetic hai, Anil—chupke se mar ja.”


Maine phone apne kaan par wapas liya, fusfusaate hue. “Suna, Uncle? Woh use barbaad kar rahi hai.”
Mukesh dheeme se hasa, khush. “Bilul saaf, Raj. Mujhe yeh pasand hai—teri maa ek savage hai, us cuck ko tukde-tukde karti hui, woh hamesha ke liye meri randi hai. Jaldi hi, woh uske ling ko divorce karegi. Meri baat yaad rakh—ek baar woh aazaad hui, woh poori tarah meri hai, chhed kabhi bhi taiyaar.”


Main muskuraya, khushi ubharti hui—Papa out, Maa poori tarah Mukesh ki randi, main saath mein. “Yaar, main iska intezar nahi kar sakta, Uncle. Papa pehle se hi miserable hai; yeh use poori tarah dhakel dega. Ise karo—uska jeevan narak banao, shaadi ko hamesha ke liye tod do.”


“Tujhe mil gaya, bacche,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Main ise aur badha doonga—uske dimaag ko chodo, fusfusaao kaise Anil bekaar hai, beej bo do. Woh jaldi hi papers file karegi, aur hum uski gand mere ling par celebrate karenge. Baad mein baat karte hain—plans hain.”


Maine phone band kiya, jeb mein dala, jhagda dheema hota hua jab maine phir se jhanka. Barrage ke bawajood, Papa kaanpta hua khada hua, Maa ko gale lagaya, uske baazu uski bikhri saree ke bawajood uske gird lapete. “Rekha... mujhe maaf kar. Jo bhi maine kiya aur kaha, mujhe maaf kar. Main tujhse pyar karta hoon—aise mat chhod.”


Maa ne use wapas gale lagaya, pehle uska jism sakht, phir naram hota hua, uske hath uski peeth par, lekin uski aankhein door, Mukesh ke chhoone ke bare mein soch rahi thi. “Anil... yeh sirf tu nahi hai. Lekin haan, garmi ke liye sorry. Jo maine kaha woh jhooth tha, gusse mein kaha, maine kisi ke saath nahi soya, main kabhi tujhe dhokha nahi doongi.”


Papa ne apna chehra uske kandhe mein dafna diya, awaaz dheemi. “Mujhe nahi pata hamara rishta kyun toot raha hai. Hum pehle kitne kareeb the—haste, share karte. Ab tu door hai, gussa. Kya hua, Rekha? Kaam? Main? Bata—hum ise theek kar sakte hain.”


Maa ne aah bhari, thoda sa peechhe hati, uski saree thodi si sarki. “Anil, yeh complicated hai. Hum alag ho gaye hain—tu hamesha thaka hua, main... bechain. Woh spark chali gayi; hum chudai se zyada jhagadte hain. Yaad hai hamara honeymoon? Passionate raatein? Ab yeh routine hai, boring. Mujhe sochne ke liye space chahiye.”


Papa ne sar hilaya, aankhein bheek mangti hui. “Space? Lekin yeh daraawana hai, yeh separation tak le ja sakta hai. Humne ek zindagi banayi hai, Rekha—ghar, Raj. Agar hum drift karte hain, yeh khatam ho jata hai. Counseling try karte hain, date nights. Mujhe door mat dhakelo.”


Woh sofa par baithe, Papa ka hath uske hath mein, kamra tanaav se bhara. Maa aage jhuki. “Counseling? Shayad, lekin pehle, thodi doori—ek mahina. Apna dimaag saaf karo, dekho kya miss karte hain. Yeh separation nahi; yeh saans lene ka mauka hai. Tu yahan Raj ke saath raho; main parivaar se milne jaoongi ya kuch. Yeh hamein majboot karega.”


Papa ka chehra bikhar gaya, hairan. “Ek mahina? Rekha, yeh bada hai! Tu kahan jayegi? Agar tu wapas nahi aayi? Sawaal—hum kaise baat karenge? Bills ka kya? Raj ka college? Yeh ant jaisa lagta hai.”


Maa ne uske gaal par dheere se chuma, uske honth thehre, use shaant karte hue. “Anil, relax—main apni behen ke paas city mein jaoongi, kuch door nahi. Hum roz call karenge, text. Bills? Auto-pay. Raj thik hai; woh responsible hai. Yeh ant nahi—ise ek reset socho. Hamein iski zarurat hai; ek doosre ko smother karna kaam nahi kar raha.”


Papa ne socha, apni thodi ragadte hue, anichchhuk—woh use door nahi chahta tha, uske chhoone, uski presence kho dene ka darr tha. “Lekin Rekha, ek mahina bina tere? Bistar khali, dinner akela—yeh mujhe maar dega. Divorce tak le jata hai; maine doston ke saath dekha hai. Bura idea—yahan raho, yahin kaam karo.”


Maa ne phir se chuma, gehra, uska hath uski jaangh par. “Nahi, Anil—doori dil ko aur pyara karti hai. Hum ek doosre ki zyada kadar karenge. Koi divorce nahi; waada. Mujh par bharosa karo—yeh hamein bachata hai.”


Woh aage peechhe baat karte rahe, Papa ne reasons diye: “Raj ko dono parents ghar par chahiye; stability.” Maa ne jawab diya: “Woh bada ho gaya; yeh use independence sikhayega.” Papa: “Agar tu kisi aur se milti hai?” Maa ne chuma: “Nahi miloongi, main sirf tujhse pyar karti hoon, mere pyar, yeh hamare liye hai.” Aakhir mein, Papa ne aah bhari, sehmat hote hue. “Thik hai, Rekha... agar tujhe lagta hai yeh best hai. Kahan exactly? Kab?”


“Meri behen ke paas,” Maa ne kaha, ek baar aur chumte hue jab chinta uske maathe par chhayi. “Agla hafta—tayyari ke liye time deta hai. Thanks, Anil—tu iske liye pyara hai.”

[Mahendra_]

Mere chhupne ki jagah se, main dheeme se hasa—Papa itna bhola, uske jhooth ko nigal gaya, yeh jaane bina ki “trip” ek bahana tha Mukesh ke saath rehne ka, roz uske chhedon ko chudwane ka. Yeh pathetic tha, hilarious—uska bharosa uski shaadi ke taboot mein keel.


Mujhe pata tha ki unki shaadi ke khatam hone mein sirf 10% bacha tha—Maa pehle se hi Mukesh ki thi, yeh “mahina” uska ticket tha poori tarah vyabhichar ke liye, uske saath rehne, nonstop chudai. Agle din, maine Maa ko akela kitchen mein pakda, chai banate hue, uska robe dheela, stann jhankte hue. “Maa, us trip ke bare mein Papa se jhooth bolne ki badhai. Smart—ab tu Mukesh se apne chhedon ko kacha chudwa sakti hai bina chhupne ke. Yoni aur gand on demand, na?”


Maa mudi, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, kandhe ke upar dekhti hui. “Raj, tu chhupa hua ladka—ise raaz rakho, thik hai? Lekin haan... poore mahine uske liye failne ka intezar nahi kar sakti. Chhed pehle se hi dard kar rahe hain.”
“Kya tu sach mein Papa ko divorce degi, lekin?” maine poocha, counter par jhukte hue. “Iske baad?”


Usne aah bhari, chamach neeche rakhte hue. “Abhi nahi, Raj—woh stable hai, bills bharta hai. Lekin yaar, mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main ek randi hoon, Mukesh ke bade ling se mohit ek kutiya. Yeh mujhe itna achha kheenchta hai, mujhe aisa charam par lata hai jo kuch aur nahi karta. 


Anil ka ling chhota hai; compare nahi kar sakta. Mukesh mera maalik hai—uska ling meri drug hai. Hum is bare mein baat karte hain, woh aur main—kaise main aakhir mein chhod doongi, jab Raj set ho jaye. Lekin ab ke liye, yeh trip swarg hai.”


“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling hilta hua. “Tu hooked hai—yoni us monster ke liye tapakti hui. Randi life tujhe suit karti hai; Papa bas ek placeholder hai.”


Usne sar hilaya, muskurati hui. “Sahi hai—ise nahi jhuthla sakti. Mukesh ka ling mujhe har baar barbaad karta hai. Lekin shh—kisi ko mat batana.”


Baad mein, humne Papa ko ghar chhod diya, “trip” ke liye bags pack kiye hue. Baithak mein, Papa ne Maa ko zor se gale lagaya, aankhein aansuon se bhari. “Safe raho, Rekha—roz call karna. Raj, uska khayal rakhna.”


“Karoonga, Papa,” maine kaha, uski peeth thapthapate hue. “Aaram karo—tu thaka hua lagta hai.”
Maa ne uske gaal chuma. “Bye, Anil—chinta mat kar. Hum tujhe miss karenge.”


Papa ne darwaze se hath hilaya, udaas aur miserable, uska chehra kheechta hua, kandhe jhuke hue jaise ek hara hua aadmi. Use nahi pata tha woh Mukesh ke paas ja rahi thi, uski shaadi ka naashak, woh mard jo uski patni ko veerya-dump mein badal raha tha, uske patan ki yojna bana raha tha.


Raaste mein, airport ke cab mein, Maa aage jhuki. “Raj, Mukesh ne Mumbai mein ek resort book kiya—beach views, private suite. Woh, main, aur tu—wild hone wala hai. Woh meri chhedon ko roz chodega; intezar nahi kar sakti.”
Main muskuraya, khushi bhadakti hui. “Yaar haan, Maa—perfect lagta hai. Beach randi wala scene aane wala hai.”


Hum airport pahunche, travelers se bhara hua, aur Maa ne sabke sar ghuma diye—laal salwar kameez mein hot, sone ke haar uske cleavage mein latakte hue, jhumke randi signals ki tarah hilte hue, choodiyaan khanakti hui, uska makeup bold, honth laal, aankhein kohl-lined, “mujhe chodo” cheekh rahi thi. Outfit uske stann aur pichhwade ko jakadta hua, ek chalti-firti dawat.


Mukesh gate ke paas intezar kar raha tha, ek pillar par jhukkar casual jeans aur shirt mein, muskurata hua jab hum nazdeek aaye. “Aa gaye—meri randi aur uska ladka.”


“Hey, Uncle,” maine kaha, usse fist-bump dete hue. “Maa tere liye poori saji hui hai—haar uske stann mein dube hue, jhumke jaise woh teri randi hai.”


Maa ka mota pichhwada hila jab woh aage aayi, salwar ka kapda kasa hua. “Mukesh... tujhe miss kiya.” Woh aage jhuki, aur usne use kareeb kheench liya, gehra chumban—honth masalte hue, jeebhein ek poore minute tak naachti hui, uske hath uske pichhwade ko jakadte hue, gaalon ko publicly dabate hue, kuch passersby ki nazrein.


Maa ne chumban toda, sharmaate hue, idhar-udhar dekhte hue. “Mukesh! Log dekh rahe hain—ab sharma rahi hoon?”
Woh hasa, uske pichhwade par halke se thappad maarte hue. “Dekhne do—tu meri randi hai. Raj, yeh trip epic hone wala hai—beach par chudai, room service jab main uske chhedon ko barbaad kar doonga. Tu dekhne ke liye tayyar hai?”


“Yaar haan,” maine kaha. “Maa, use bata kaise tune Papa se jhooth bola—ek mahine door ka plan pro ki tarah manage kiya.”


Maa muskurayi, Mukesh ke saath baazu jodte hue. “Oh, Anil ne maan liya—apna dil pakda, lekin sehmat ho gaya. Miserable bevakoof, jaise ek khoya hua puppy hath hilata hua. Ab mujhe tera ling nonstop milega—koi chhupna nahi.”


Mukesh ne uske stann ko dheeme se dabaya. “Good girl—champ ki tarah jhooth bol rahi hai. Us cuck ka jeevan ab narak hai; tu iske haqdaar hai.”


Uski baaton ne mera ling bada kar diya, jeans mein sakht hota hua—use Papa ko bura bhala kehte hue sunna, apni randi wali harkat ko own karte hue. “Maa, tu kitni randi hai—apne jhooth ki taareef karti hui jab tera pichhwada uske liye hilta hai. Tujh par garv hai.”


Trip achha laga—flight smooth, Mumbai ki humidity hamein land karte hi lagi, sheher chaos se jeevit, lekin hamara resort intezar kar raha tha, endless gandagi ka vaada.




Us raat, jab hum Mumbai ke resort mein settle ho gaye, hawa mein samundar ki namkeen hawa thi jo hamare private suite ke bahar se aayi, hum teeno chhote kitchenette area mein ikattha hue. Kamra shandaar lekin intimate tha—polished lakdi ka farsh, ek king bed bagal ke space mein ek khule archway se dikhayi deta hua, aur floor-to-ceiling khidkiyan jahan se chandni ke neeche laherein takrati dikhai de rahi thi.


Maa ne aane ke baad ek simple nightie pehen li thi, patla gulabi kapda uske curves par chipak raha tha, uske bhaari stann top ke khilaf kheench rahe the, nipples kapde ke zariye halke se dikhayi de rahe the, aur hem uski moti jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh idhar-udhar hili, late snack ke liye phal aur chai taiyaar karne ka natak karti hui.


Mukesh chhoti table par apne boxers mein let raha tha, uski muscular chhati nangi, ling kapde mein pehle se hi aadha sakht, jabki main ek stool par baitha tha, mere shorts mein uttejana ka constant undercurrent tha jab se hum land hue, tent bana hua. Baat-cheet snacks ke upar casually shuru hui, lekin jaldi hi gandi ho gayi, bahar samundar ka rhythm kamre mein badhte tanaav ko mirror karta hua.


“Toh, tum dono,” maine kaha, ek angoor muh mein daalte hue, Maa ke pichhwade par nazar rakhte hue jab woh thoda jhuki aam kaatne ke liye, nightie chadhkar uske gaalon ka neechla curve dikhayi deta hua. “Yeh tum dono ka honeymoon jaisa hai, na? Batao—aaj raat kaise ek doosre ko chodne ka plan hai? Details, chhupao mat.”


Maa ne kandhe ke upar se dekha, uske gaal laal hue lekin honthon par ek muskurahat khel rahi thi, chhuri beech kaat mein ruk gayi. “Raj, itni jaldi gandi baatein? Hum abhi bhi unpack nahi kiye. Lekin thik hai... Mukesh, tu bata—mujhe pehle kaise chahta hai? Peeth par, taangein failayi hui, ya is counter par jhukakar?”


Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par lock, thodi sehlate hue. “Oh, Rekha, tu mujhe jaanti hai—dheere shuru karo, teri yoni ko jeebh se chhedo, phir main event ke liye palat do. Raj, teri maa ne mujhe hooked kar diya; intezar nahi kar sakta apna chehra usmein dabane ka.”


Main aage jhuka, muskurate hue. “Maa, tujhe Mukesh se kya sabse zyada pasand hai? Specific—kya woh teri yoni ko chaat-ta hai jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati, ya teri gand mein ungli daalta hai jab woh tera clit choosta hai?”


Maa ne chhuri neeche rakhi, humari or mudkar, uske stann nightie ke neeche thoda uchalte hue, hath kamar par. “Raj! Apne bete se aisa tharki sawaal. Lekin... mmm, mujhe pasand hai jab woh meri yoni ko pehle dheere chaat-ta hai, mere clit ke gird ghoomta hai, phir gehra doob jata hai, jeebh se mujhe chodta hai jab uski ungaliyan meri gand ke chhed ko kheenchti hain. Itna zor se charam par aati hoon ki taare dikhayi dete hain.”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uska ling dikhayi dete hue phadakta hua. “Sahi baat—teri maa ki yoni swarg jaisi swaad deti hai, Raj. Meethi aur musky, khaas kar ek lamba din ke baad. Har baar mujhe poora sakht kar deta hai.”
Main uski or muda, curious. “Uncle, uski gand ka kya? Tu hamesha uske peechhe padta hai—tujhe Maa ka bada pichhwada itna pasand kyun hai?”


Mukesh ki muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi, uski aankhein Maa ke pichhwade par jati hui jab woh phal ki or wapas mudi, uske gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the. “Ah, woh mota pichhwada—perfect hai, Raj. Jab main thappad marta hoon toh jelly jaisa hilta hai, mera ling poora nigal leta hai. 


Lekin sabse best? Jab usne apni gand ka chhed nahi dhoya hota—kaccha, paseena bhara, din se thoda tangy. Woh primal khushboo mujhe pagal kar deti hai; mujhe apna chehra usmein dabakar chaatne ka man karta hai jab tak woh bheek na mange.”


Maa palti, uski aankhein hairani se chawdi, gaal laal hote hue jab woh hasi, ek hath se muh dhakte hue, doosre se uspar khelte hue thappad maarte hue. “Mukesh! Yaar, tu aisa nahi bol sakta—yeh itna embarrassing hai! Ab sharma rahi hoon, iske bare mein sochkar... lekin yaar, tujhe meri gandi gand itni pasand hai? collegegirl jaisi hansi nikal rahi hai.”


Maine uska hosla badhaya, haskar. “Chalo, Uncle—aur gandi baatein batao. Mat ruko; Maa isse pasand kar rahi hai, dekho uska blush.”
Mukesh peechhe jhuka, Maa ke bade pichhwade par khule aam ghoorta hua jab woh kaatna wapas shuru kiya, uske hips ab thoda zyada hil rahe the, nightie chadh rahi thi. 


Kitchen ki roshni mein, uska pichhwada aur bhara hua dikha, kapda gaalon par kasa hua, beech ke gehre crack ka hint deta hua. Usne apne honth chaate. “Thik hai, Raj—uska pichhwada sirf bada nahi; yeh naram hai, peechhe se yoni thokte waqt mutthiyon mein pakadne ke liye perfect.


 Aur woh gand ka chhed? Puckered aur gulabi, lekin ab mere saare chodne se dheela—baad mein khulta hai, mera veerya faucet jaisa tapakta hai. Mujhe pasand hai jab woh thrust ke beech mein fart karti hai, woh geela pop—ghatiya as hell. Aur swaad? Kadwa-meetha, uska paseena mere thook ke saath mila; main ghanton tak uski rimming kar sakta hoon.”


Maa ne sar hilaaya, abhi bhi has rahi thi, uska jism sharmili uttejana se kaanpta hua. “Tum dono ghatiya ho—mere pichhwade ke bare mein aise baat karte hue jab main khana bana rahi hoon? Mukesh, tu ek tharki hai, aur Raj, tu bahut jaldi seekh raha hai!”


Maine Mukesh ka ghoorna aur teevra hote dekha, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par chipki hui jab woh hili, gaal nightie ke neeche flex karte hue. “Maa, Mukesh ke liye apna pichhwada hila—chalo, use ek show do. Ise hila jaise tu jab woh tujhe chodta hai.”


Woh peechhe dekhi, uski awaaz mein khelta hua inkaar, humein gaaliyan de rahi thi. “Koi chance nahi, Raj—tu badmaash ladka, apni maa se pichhwada hilane ko bol raha hai? Aur Mukesh, tu ganda harami, aise ghoorta hai? Main koi dancer nahi hoon!”


Mukesh ne chheda, khada hokar nazdeek aaya, uska hath uski kamar par chhoota. “Chalo, Rekha—apna mota pichhwada hamaare liye hila. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai; us gaalon ko kal raat motel mein ki tarah uchalne de.”
Maa ne chai hilate hue apna pichhwada dheere se hilana shuru kiya, gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the, kapda har sway ke saath swish karta hua, uske hips ek chhedte rhythm mein ghoom rahe the. 


“Thik hai, tum tharkiyon—khush ho ab? Apna bada pichhwada hilati hui jab main khana bana rahi hoon, bilkul ek randi ki tarah.”
“Aur karo, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling sakht hota hua. “Twerk karo—Uncle ke liye clap karo.”
Woh ruki, haskar palti. “Bas, Raj! Yeh sab milta hai—ise push mat karo, warna tumhein koi snacks nahi.”


Maine sar hilaya, topic ko naram se badalte hue. “Thik hai, thik hai. Toh, Uncle—tum dono is honeymoon ke liye kya plan kar rahe ho? Specifics—ise yaadgaar banaoge?”


Mukesh wapas baith gaya, Maa ko apni godi mein kheench liya, uska pichhwada uske crotch par baith gaya, nightie uski jaanghon par chadh gayi. “Oh, yeh honeymoon swarg hai, Raj. Aaj raat, main sirf uski gand chodna chahta hoon—gehri aur dheere, use bheek mangwao. 


Jab main yeh karoonga, main uski yoni par dildo use karoonga—use double-stuff karo, dono chhed bhare hue charam par dekhna.”


“Yaar, yeh intense lagta hai,” maine kaha, aankhein chawdi. “Maa, tera opinion? Tu aaj raat sirf gand ke liye taiyaar hai, dildo teri yoni mein jab woh tera chhed barbaad karega?”


Maa uski godi mein hili, besharmi se peechhe ragadti hui, uski awaaz haanfte hui. “Yaar haan, Raj—mujhe pasand hai jab Mukesh meri gand par focus karta hai, kacha thokta hai jab dildo meri yoni mein vibrate karta hai. Har jagah chhidak jati hoon—main aaj raat uski anal randi hoon.”


Mukesh ne uski jaangh par thappad maara. “Wahi meri ladki. Aur tera pati Anil? Woh pathetic bewakoof shayad akela kharrate maar raha hai, takiya pakad raha hai, jab main uski patni ke chhedon par kabza karta hoon. Kamzor harami—use satisfy bhi nahi kar sakta.”


Main shamil hua, muskurate hue. “Haan, Papa ek loser hai—miserable, dil pakadne wala bevakoof. Akela rehne ka haqdaar hai jab tum dono jaanwaron ki tarah chodo.”


Maa ne khelte hue humein daanta, Mukesh ke seene par thappad maarte hue. “Hey, tum dono—Anil ke bare mein aise mat bolo! Woh abhi bhi mera pati hai, chahe kitna boring kyun na ho. Bad boys, uspar gang-up kar rahe ho.”


Raat ke khane ke dauraan, hum chhoti table ke gird baithe, aam ke slices ki plates aur chai se bhaap nikalti hui, resort ka samundar ka nazara bahar chamakta hua. Maa ki nightie ek kandhe se sarki, aur stann dikha, jab woh chai pee rahi thi.


“Maa,” maine bites ke beech kaha. “Kya main tum dono ko aaj raat chodte hue dekh sakta hoon? Kareeb se, bedroom mein—har thrust dekhna?”
Woh chai par lagbhag dab gayi, khelte hue hasi. “Nahi, Raj! Bilkul nahi—tu mera beta hai, koi voyeur nahi. Door se dekhna ek baat hai, lekin kamre mein? Bahut weird.”


Mukesh ne mera saath diya, aankh maarte hue. “Chalo, Rekha—ladke ko dekhne do. Yeh achha hoga; woh seekh sakta hai ki ek randi ke saath kaise behave karna hai. Kareeb se, tera pichhwada mere ling par uchalte hue dekhna.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, aankhein chawdi. 


“Yeh tum dono kya ban gaye ho? Tharki united! Nahi, Mukesh—wajah: woh mera ladka hai; yeh tharki vibes deta hai, chahe chhoo na raha ho. Plus, privacy—hamari siskariyaan, mere chehre jab main charam par aati hoon... Raj ke liye bahut intimate.”


“Lekin Maa,” maine dabaya. “Maine video par dekha hai—live kyun nahi? Yeh educational hai; Uncle sahi hai.”
Mukesh ne chheda. “Bilul—use andar aane do, Rekha. Woh chup rahega, bas tujhe randi ki tarah lete hue dekhega. Parivaar ke bonding ke liye achha.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne zor diya, lekin has rahi thi. “Kaisi maa apne bete ko apni gand chudte hue dekhne degi? Yeh galat hai—boundaries, tum dono. Woh sab kuch dekh lega: meri yoni tapakti hui, gand ka chhed khulta hua. Bahut zyada.”
“Chalo,” maine kaha. “Maine pehle iske liye muth maari hai; wahan hona aur hot hoga. Please?”


Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Woh ziddi hai, Raj—lekin socho: tu kone mein, sehlate hue jab main uski yoni mein dildo daaloon aur gand thokoon. Educational gold.”


Maa ne aloud socha. “Yaar, maine kaise monsters paida kiye? Tum dono aise plan banate hue—Raj, tujhe innocent hona chahiye; Mukesh, hum dono ko bigaad raha hai. Wajahen stack ho rahi hain: kya agar yeh hamare rishte ko badal de? Awkward subah? Nahi, bedroom off-limits hai.”


“Lekin awkward kyun?” maine poocha. “Hum ab open hain—mera dekhna teri randi wali harkat ko samman deta hai.”
Mukesh ne joda. “Sahi—use tujhe celebrate karne de, Rekha. Woh supportive hai; tere fart ya squirt par judge nahi karega.”


Woh aah bhari, thoda jhuk gayi. “Thik hai... andar nahi, lekin khidki se? Chhupkar jhaanko jaise ek creep; yeh meri had hai. Deal?”


Hum aur aage-peechhe ke baad sehmat hue, main andar ke liye push karta raha, Mukesh mera saath deta raha, lekin khidki ke compromise par settle ho gaye. “Okay, Maa—khidki hi sahi. Lekin agli baar, andar?”
“Push mat kar,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Tharkiyon.”


Us raat, suite ka bedroom bedside lamp se dheeme se chamka, khidkiyan samundari hawa ke liye thodi khuli, parde meri balcony se chhupkar dekhne ke liye bas thoda sa alag kiye hue. 


Maa king bed ke center mein peeth par leti thi, uski nightie chhodi hui, taangein chawdi faili hui, ghutne mude hue aur paon chadar par flat, uski yoni gulabi aur geeli dikhai deti hui, neeche gand ka chhed dikhayi deta hua, pehle ke chhedne se abhi bhi dheela. 


Uske bhaari stann dono taraf bikhar gaye, thandi hawa mein nipples sakht, baal takiye par phaila hua, chehra intezar se laal. Mukesh uski taangon ke beech ghutno par baitha, nanga aur sakht, uski jeebh uski yoni ke folds par lap-lap karta hua, dheere se uske clit ke gird ghoomta hua, jabki ek ungli uski gand ke chhed mein doob gayi, mudti aur probe karti hui, uske ras uske thook ke saath mil rahe the, geeli awaazein goonjti hui.


“Oh, Mukesh... meri yoni ko aur gehra chaat,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uske hath uske baalon mein, use kareeb kheenchte hue, uske hips thoda uchalte hue. “Woh jeebh—yaar, yeh jadu hai. Aur teri ungli meri gand mein... pehle se hi kheench rahi hai.”


Mukesh ne uske clit ke khilaf gunjaya, vibration se woh siskari bharne lagi, uski ungli uski gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, dheere pump karti hui. “Swad itna achha hai, Rekha—teri yoni tapak rahi hai, gand ka chhed aur mangta hai jaise. Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—taangein mere liye chawdi failayi hui.”


“Gajab lagta hai,” woh haanfte hue boli, uski taangein aur chawdi kaanpti hui, paon ki ungliyan mudti hui. “Teri jeebh mere clit par, ungli meri gandi chhed ko chod rahi hai—yaar, main teri randi hoon aaahh ooohhh Mukeeessshhh mukeessshhh. Aur gehra, mere pyar—mujhe charam par laa usse pehle tu meri gand par switch kare.”


Usne uski gand ke chhed mein doosri ungli jodi, unhe scissor karta hua, uska chhed aasani se yield karta hua, jabki uski jeebh uski yoni ke entrance mein doob gayi, uski geelapan lap-lap karta hua. “Wahi baat—gand dheeli aur taiyaar. Raj shayad jhaank raha hai; use dikhao kaise tu tadapti hai.”


Maa ne arch kiya, aur zor se siskari bhari. “Use dekhne do—yaar, Mukesh, wahi par! Meri gand ko aur zor se ungli karo; teri jeebh mujhe phaad degi.”
Unka aage-peechhe chalta raha, jism paseene se geele, bistar charkhata hua jab woh tadpi, uska muh uski yoni ko kha gaya, ungaliyan uski gand ke chhed ko aur barbaad karti hui, yeh scene chandni khidki ke neeche ek live porn show.



“Mukesh... oh yaar, mat ruk,” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri yoni ko aise chaat—haan, mera clit choos! Aur woh ungaliyan... meri gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, itna bhara, itna ganda lagta hai.”





Usne apna muh thodi der ke liye hataaya, uske ras ke dhaage uske honthon se jodte hue, uski ungaliyan abhi bhi pump karti hui. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, Rekha—yoni mere chehre par baadh laati hui, gand ka chhed vice jaisa pakadta hua. Iske liye bheek mango, mujhe bata tujhe meri jeebh wapas chahiye.”


“Please, Mukesh—doob ja, meri yoni khao jab tak main tere chehre par charam par na aao!” usne cheekh kar kaha, uska sar neeche kheenchte hue. “Meri gand ko aur gehra ungli se chodo; baad ke liye gape karo.”


Usne hukm maana, jeebh uske clit par tezi se flick karti hui, ungaliyan ab teen uski gand ke chhed mein, chawda kheenchti hui, uska jism charam ke bante hue kaanpta hua. “Mere liye charam par aa, randi—meri jeebh par chhidak, gand ka chhed meri ungliyon ke gird pulsate karta hua.”


Woh cheekhi, wildly uchalti hui, ras uski thodi par chhidakta hua, uski gand ka chhed rhythm mein simat-ta hua, meri khidki ke perch se yeh nazara obscene aur hot.


Baad mein, unhone saans li, Maa haanfte hue. “Yaar... yeh intense tha. Ab teri baari—gand ya yoni pehle?”
Mukesh muskuraya, apna chehra pochhte hue. “Gand, jaise maine kaha—lekin teri yoni mein dildo ke saath. Palat ja, Rekha—time hai tujhe double-stuff karne ka.”


Raat unke gande khel ke saath chali gayi, mera ling khidki ke sheeshe ke khilaf sakht, honeymoon abhi shuru hi hua tha

[Mahendra_]

Mukesh apni ungaliyon ko Maa ke gand ke chhed mein kaam karta raha, ungli pehle dheere se andar-bahar karta hua, uska chhed uske gird geele, squelching awaaz ke saath simat raha tha jo shant kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Uski beech wali ungli gehri doob gayi, knuckle tak, uske dheele ring ke andar mudti hui, uske natural lubrication aur pehle ki uttejana ke faint remnants se coat hoti hui.


Usne ungli poori tarah bahar nikali, ungli uske gand ke ras se chamakti hui—saaf aur slick, paseene aur uske jism ke natural musk ke mix se thodi viscous. Bina jhijhak ke, usne use apne muh tak laya, ek deliberate slurp ke saath saaf chus liya, uski jeebh ungli ke gird ghoomti hui jaise yeh candy ho, uske gand ke chhed ka kadwa, earthy swaad chaat-ta hua, uski aankhein uski aankhon par lock, ek shaitaan wali muskurahat uske chehre par failti hui.


Khidki par meri perch se, parde ke crack se jhaankte hue, mujhe yeh sab ghatiya laga—uski ungli sidha uski gand ke chhed se, us gande, mana kiye hue jagah se jahan se shit aata hai, aur phir use muh mein daal diya jaise kuch bhi nahi. Koi aisa kyun karega? Gand ka chhed jism ka waste exit hai, bacteria aur gandagi se bhara, na ki chakhne ya savouring ke liye.


Isse mera pet ghoom gaya, us tangy, musky residue ka khayal uski jeebh par, jis tarah usne approval mein hum kiya jaise yeh gourmet ho. Lekin yaar, yeh hot bhi tha—uski poori taboo, Maa ka jism itna degraded, uski perversions ke liye ek khel ka samaan ban gaya. 

Mera ling sheeshe ke khilaf phadak raha tha, paththar jaisa sakht, ghinauna aur uttejana ka ek twisted knot ban gaya jo mujhe tezi se sehlane ke liye majboor karta hua, precum tapakta hua jab maine uska motion repeat hote dekha, ungli wapas andar doobti hui, bahar, aur phir saaf chusi gayi.


“Mmm, Rekha, tera gand ka chhed meri ungli ke gird itna garam aur tight hai,” Mukesh ne dheeme se kaha, ek baar aur bahar nikalte hue, uske ras ka ek dhaaga uski twacha se jodta hua usse pehle ki woh use chaat liya. “Swad bilkul paap jaisa—kadwa, paseena bhara, poora tu. Teri yoni se bhi zyada mujhe sakht karta hai.”


Maa ne siskari bhari, uski taangein abhi bhi chawdi faili hui, uski yoni ke honth uske pehle ke chaatne se soojhe aur chamakte hue. “Oh yaar, Mukesh... meri gandi chhed ko aise hi ungli karte raho. Itna achha lagta hai—mujhe kheenchta hua, aur geela karta hua. Aur chakh; mujhe pasand hai kitna ganda tu hai.”


Woh hasa, ab do ungaliyan andar daalta hua, unhe uski gand ke chhed ke andar scissor karta hua, uska ring aasani se yield karta hua, chhed unke gird puckering. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, randi—teri gand jaise mera poora hath mangti hai. Lekin bas chhedna—ab asli mazaa ka waqt. Palat ja, Rekha—doggystyle, gand mere liye oopar.”


Maa ne utsaah se hukm maana, pet par palat kar phir ghutno par uthi, uska mota pichhwada hawa mein ooncha, gaal naturally failte hue uske gand ke chhed ko expose karte hue, uski ungaliyon se thoda gaped aur gulabi, rim uske ras se chamakta hua.

 Uske bhaari stann neeche latak rahe the, uski peeth arch karte hue jhoolte hue, uski yoni neeche jhankti hui, honth puffy aur taiyaar. “Aise, Mukesh? Mera bada pichhwada poora tere liye—ise chaat, baby. Mujhe apni randi jaisa mehsoos karao.”


Mukesh uske peechhe ghutno par baitha, uske hath uske gaalon ko aur chawda failate hue, uske gand ke chhed ko poori tarah expose karta hua—yeh ek twisted tarah se cute tha, woh puckered chhota sitara, gulabi aur narma chahe dheela ho, naram, smooth twacha se ghira hua, halke wrinkles ek phool ki tarah radiate karte hue, inviting lekin mana kiya hua, musky aur intimate khushboo oopar uth rahi thi. 



Yeh cute tha kyunki yeh itna vulnerable dikhta tha, itna abuse ke liye taiyaar, uske mature jism ke contrast mein, jaise ek raaz ka button jo uski sabse randi wali side ko unlock karta ho.


Woh aage jhuka, uski jeebh pehle rim par flick karta hua, us cute pucker ke gird dheere ghoomta hua, gand ke chhed ka swaad liya. “Yaar, Rekha—teri gand ka chhed ek aurat ka sabse best chhed hai. Yoni se tight, muh se ganda—jab main ise chodo toh lagta hai poori tarah uska maalik hoon.”


Maa ne peechhe dhakela, besharmi se siskari bhari, ek bhi sharam ke bina, uski awaaz ek needy whine. “Oh haan, Mukesh—meri cute chhoti gand ke chhed ko aur gehra chaat. Yeh sabse best hai, na? Zyada ganda, zyada naughty—mujhe poori randi jaisa mehsoos karata hai, koi sharam nahi, bas teri jeebh meri gand ke chhed ki maalik. Yeh best kyun hai? Chaat-te hue bata.”


“Kyunki yeh taboo hai, Rekha—yoni sab ke liye hai, lekin gand? Yeh surrender hai, mujhe wahan jaane dena jahan koi nahi jana chahiye,” usne kaha, uski jeebh uske chhed par flat dabati hui, oopar-neeche lap-lap karta hua usse pehle ki tip andar dhakeli, ring ko breach karta hua.


Uski jeebh aur gehri gayi, uski gand ke chhed ke andar worming karta hua, inner walls ke gird ghoomta hua, garam, musky gehraiyon ka swaad, kadwahat aur teevra hoti hui jab usne probe kiya, uske honth pucker ke gird sealed, halke se chuskar aur swaad nikalne ke liye.


“Mmm, yaar—teri jeebh meri gand ke chhed ke andar itni invasive, itni achhi lagti hai,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uska jism kaanpta hua. “Aur gehra, Mukesh—un walls ko chaat, chakh kaise gandi main tere liye hoon. Yaar, jaise tu apne muh se meri gand ke chhed ko saaf kar raha hai.”


Woh thodi der ke liye peechhe hata, uske chhed par thooka usse pehle ki wapas doob gaya, jeebh ek mini-ling ki tarah thrust karti hui. “Swarg jaisa swaad, Rekha—musky, tangy, tere paseene se thoda namkeen. Tera gand ka chhed addictive hai; saari raat kha sakta hoon.”


Maa ne peechhe hila, uska pichhwada uske chehre ke khilaf dabaya. “Meri gand ka chhed kaisa swaad deta hai, Mukesh? Bata—kadwa? Meetha? Mujhe apni randi jaisa mehsoos karao.”


“Kadwa aur earthy, jaise mana kiya hua phal,” usne dheeme se kaha, jeebh abhi bhi dabayi hui. “Din ke paseene se, teri yoni ke ras ka ek hint milta hua—perfect randi swaad. Ab bas—palat aur mera ling chus, Rekha. Apne aap ka swaad mujh par chakh.”


Maa ki aankhein utsaah se chamak uthi, uska chehra aur gehra laal hota hua jab woh jaldi se palti, bistar par uske saamne ghutno par baithi, uske stann motion ke saath uchalte hue. Woh excited thi kyunki yeh ultimate degradation tha—ek ling chusna jo abhi uski gand mein tha, apni hi gandagi ka swaad lena, uske samarpan ko prove karta hua, uski dignity lust ke haze mein kab ki chali gayi. 


Kyun? Ise usse owned, ganda, jeevit mehsoos hota tha—taboo use edge par dhakel deta tha, uski yoni us musky, gand-coated shaft ke uske muh mein bharne ke khayal par phadakti hui.


“Oh, Mukesh... haan, mujhe ise chusne de,” usne utsaah se kaha, uske hath uske ling tak pahunchte hue. “Main itni excited hoon—tera ling chakhna ab sab kuch hai jo main chahti hoon. Yeh ghatiya hai, lekin yaar, yeh mujhe turn on karta hai. Mujhe teri poori randi banata hai.”


Usne uske baal sehlaye, use neeche guide karta hua. “Itni excited kyun, Rekha? Bata—meri gand-se-muh randi banne ke liye utsauk? Ise chus jaise tu serious hai.”


“Kyunki yeh ganda hai, Mukesh—yeh prove karta hai main teri hoon, koi limit nahi,” usne jawab diya, uske honth tip ko chhute hue. “Yeh humiliating hai, degrading... lekin main iske liye tarasti hoon. Meri yoni dard karti hai yeh jaankar main tere liye itni neeche hoon.”


“Neeche? Tu ek pig hai, Rekha—gand-ling ke liye bheek mangti hui,” usne kaha, dheere se thrust karta hua. “Kaisi patni aisa karti hai? Apne gand ke chhed se ling chusti hai jab uska beta khidki se dekh raha hai?”


“Woh jo isse pyar karti hai,” usne dheeme se kaha, chawda kholte hue. “Aur baat kar—kyun mujhe excite karta hai? Kyunki yeh galat hai, taboo—mujhe veerya-bhookhi kutiya banata hai. Ab mujhe sab kuch nigalne de.”


Woh doob gayi, uska muh uske ling ko poori tarah nigal gaya, honth ek smooth motion mein base tak slide karte hue, uska gala relax karta hua use poora lene ke liye, thodi gag karti hui lekin aage badhti hui, uski naak uske pubes mein dabayi hui.


Mujhe yakin nahi tha woh ab sab kaise fit karti thi—uska ling bada, uski kalai jaisa mota, lekin uski practice ne use pro bana diya, uska jaw saanp ki tarah unhinge hota hua, jeebh neeche ke side par kaam karti hui jab woh deepthroat karti thi, thook bubble hota hua, uski aankhein pani se bhari lekin determined.


“Yaar, Rekha—tu disrespectful veerya-dump,” Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uska sar pakadte hue. “Mera poora ling ek sadak ki randi ki tarah nigal rahi hai—koi manners nahi, bas greed. Kitni gandi kutiya, koi dignity nahi bachi.”


“Haan, Maa,” maine khidki se apne aap se kaha, sehlate hue. “Us gand-ling ko chus—tu ek manners-less randi hai, gala vacuum jaisa.”


Maa ne thodi der ke liye hata, haanfte hue, use tezi se sehlate hue. “Disrespectful? Main? Thik hai, Mukesh—main teri manners-less randi hoon, gand-ling bina sharam ke chusti hui. Khush? Ab mere chehre ko chodo.”


“Damn sahi,” usne kaha, wapas andar thrust karta hua. “Koi manners nahi—trough mein pig ki tarah gobble karti hui. Wapas chusne par, kutiya.”


Woh kiya, sar tezi se hilta hua poore 10 minute tak, uske slurps zor se, gala har downstroke par phoolta hua, thook uske stann par tapakta hua, uske hath uske balls ko massage karte hue, kamra geele gags aur uski dheemi siskariyon se bhara hua.













Aakhir mein, Mukesh ne bahar nikala, uska ling uske thook se chamakta hua. “Bas, Rekha—apna gand ka chhed faila aur taiyaar ho. Ghutno par, gaal alag, mujhe woh gape dikhao.”


Maa ne hukm maana, palatkar ghutno par baithi, peechhe hath badhakar apne mote gaalon ko chawda failaya, uska gand ka chhed winking open, dheela aur taiyaar, pehle ke thook se thodi si boond tapakti hui. “Aise? Tere liye failayi hui, Mukesh—mera ganda chhed poora tera.”


“Tu disrespectful gand-randi,” usne kaha, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue. “Ek sasti randi ki tarah fail rahi hai—koi sharam nahi, bas gand ke chhed mein ling ke liye bheek mangti hui.”


“Disrespectful? Haan, main hoon—teri besharm gand-randi,” usne jawab diya, uski awaaz sharam lekin lust se bhari. “Chawda failayi hui, gand ka chhed taiyaar—mujhe chodo, mujhe pachtava do.”


Woh uske peechhe position liya, uska bada ling—mota, veined, head bulbous—uske chhed ke khilaf dabaya. Yeh itni aasani se andar gaya kyunki uski gand ka chhed mahinon ke uske thokne se barbaad ho chuka tha, dheela aur trained, ring bina resistance ke yield karta hua, head ko ek geela pop ke saath nigalta hua, phir shaft inch-by-inch slide karta hua, uski walls pakadti hui lekin tight nahi, jaise ek well-worn glove.


“Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uski awaaz goonjti hui, anand uske zariye chhirta hua. “Oh yaar, Mukesh—tera bada ling meri gand ke chhed ko bhar raha hai... aaaaaahhh, itna gehra, mujhe chawda kheenchta hua... uuhhhhhh, mujhe yeh pasand hai, baby—meri gandi chhed ka maalik ban!”


Mukesh ne siskari bhari, bottoming out, uske balls uski yoni ke khilaf. “Teri gand ka chhed velvet jaisa hai, Rekha—dheela lekin perfect. Ghar jaisa lagta hai, woh gape mujhe andar kheenchta hua. Sabse best chhed—yoni se ganda, meri base par tight grip.”


“Aaaaaahhh haan, uuhhhhhh—aur gehra, Mukesh,” usne cheekh kar kaha, peechhe dhakelti hui. “Meri gand ka chhed tera hai—ise aur kheench, hamesha ke liye tera bana. Aaaaaahhh, yaar, itna bhara... uuhhhhhh, mujhe yeh roz chahiye.”








Khidki se, maine apna ling tezi se ragda, zor se muth maarta hua, hath mein garmi badhti hui, achha mehsoos hota hua—taboo rush, Maa ki siskariyaan music jaisi, uska pichhwada sab kuch leti hui. Yeh euphoric tha, mere balls tight hote hue, raat ki hawa meri twacha par thandi.


Mukesh ne usko zor se chodna shuru kiya, hips slam karte hue, uske gand ke gaal har thrust ke saath ripple karte hue, twacha ke takkarne ki awaaz zor se. Maa ne bheek maangi, “Dheere kar, Mukesh—aaaaahhh, bahut zor se... uuhhhhhh, tu mujhe phaad raha hai!”


Mujhe laga woh uski dheeli gand ke chhed ko phaad dega—uska bada ling ek machine ki tarah piston karta hua, uska chhed uski had tak kheenchta hua, laal aur strained, lekin yeh hold kiya, pul par aur chawda gape karta hua, dheelepan ne usse real damage se bachaya, bas use dard-anand ki edge par dhakel diya.


“Yaar, tera gand ka chhed pakad raha hai, Rekha—dheela lekin bhukha,” Mukesh ne kaha, aur gehra thrust karta hua. “Jaise ek garam sleeve, mera ling chus raha hai—kisi yoni se behtar.”


“Aaaaaahhh haan, uuhhhhhh—ab zor se chodo,” Maa ne cheekh kar kaha, adjust karti hui. “Meri gand ka chhed tere ling se pyar karta hai—Mukesh, tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai... aaaaaahhh, itna achha, iska maalik ban!”



“Barbaad? Yeh pehle se hi wrecked hai—randi ki tarah gape karta hua,” usne jawab diya, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue. “Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—mera ling teri gand ke chhed ko churn karta hua.”












“Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—jaise aag aur anand,” usne siskari bhari. “Mujhe chawda kheenchta hua, woh spots hit karta hua jo koi aur nahi kar sakta... aaaaaahhh, main hamesha ke liye teri gand-randi hoon!”


Main sehlaata raha, nazara intense—uski gand uchalti hui, chhed outstrokes par winking karta hua.
Achanak, Mukesh ne nightstand se Maa ka phone uthaya, ek beep ke saath camera on karta hua, screen chamakta hua. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kya soch raha tha—shayad bas baad ke liye record kar raha tha, uske phone mein rakhne ke liye.



Maa ne nahi dekha, anand mein khoyi hui, siskari bharti hui, “Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—meri gand chodo, Mukesh!”


Usne camera app khola, khud ko uski gand ke chhed ko chodte hue record karna shuru kiya, phone ko penetration capture karne ke liye angle karta hua, uska ling andar-bahar slide karta hua, uska chhed gape karta hua.



Maa ne thoda sar ghumaya, use dekha. “Mukesh... aaaaaahhh, kya kar raha hai? Hum record kar raha hai? Uuhhhhhh, oh yaar...”


“Haan, randi—teri gand mera ling lete hue capture kar raha hoon,” usne kaha, steady thrust karta hua. “Yaadon ke liye—Raj ko baad mein dikhao, ya blackmail ke liye rakho. Kyun? Darr lag raha hai?”



“Aaaaaahhh nahi... uuhhhhhh, yeh hot hai,” usne inkaar kiya, peechhe dhakelti hui. “Mujhe apni randi bante hue record karo—aaaaahhh, lekin kisi ko mat dikhao... uuhhhhhh, yaar, yeh mujhe aur turn on karta hai!”









Maine dekha Maa ab aur zor se apni gand peechhe dhakel rahi thi, uske thrusts se milti hui, uske gaal uske hips ke khilaf clap karte hue, rhythm sync hota hua.



Mujhe pata tha woh anal sex ko poori tarah enjoy kar rahi thi—uski siskariyaan dard se pure ecstasy mein badal gayi, uska jism ismein relax hota hua, record hone ka taboo uski randi wali high ko amplify karta hua, uski gand ka chhed iske liye bana hua, dheela aur har inch se pyar karta hua.



“Tune aise peechhe kyun dhakela, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, abhi bhi record karta hua. “Mere ling ko teri gand mein itna pasand hai? Aur ke liye bheek mang rahi hai?”



“Aaaaaahhh haan... uuhhhhhh, control nahi kar sakti,” usne maana. “Bahut achha lagta hai—tera ling meri chhed ka maalik... aaaaaahhh, mat ruk!”












Usne ek minute baad record karna band kiya, phone neeche rakha, lekin maine dekha usne WhatsApp par swipe kiya, contacts scroll karta hua. Maa siskari bharti rahi, anjaan, “Aaaaaahhh uuhhhhhh—zor se, Mukesh!”



Usne Papa ka number dhunda, video attach kiya, aur bhej diya—whoosh awaaz dheemi lekin saaf. Main hairan reh gaya, mera hath mere ling par freeze hota hua—Papa ko woh kyun bheja? Yeh absolute betrayal tha, Maa ki gand-chudai uske pati ke saamne expose, shayad sab kuch barbaad kar deta. Dil dhadakta hua, maine dekha, horrified lekin uttejit

[Mahendra_]

Mukesh ke hips Maa ke mote pichhwade mein slam karte rahe, uska bada ling uske gand ke chhed mein aur bahar ek relentless rhythm ke saath doobta hua, geele thappadon ki awaaz Mumbai ke resort suite mein goonjti hui. Uske gaal wildly jhoolte hue, har gehre thrust ke saath waves ki tarah ripple karte hue, uska dheela chhed use bas itna pakadta hua ki woh siskari bharne laga, rim gulabi aur slick kheenchta hua, uske ras aur uske precum ke mix se tapakta hua. 


Bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua, headboard deewar par tap karta hua, aur khuli khidki se aati samundari hawa unke gande kaam ke garmi ko thanda karne mein bahut kam kaam aayi. Meri aankhein balcony perch se is scene par chipki hui thi, parde Maa ke besharm samarpan ko frame karte hue—uska jism arched, stann jhoolte hue, chehra anand-dard mein twisted jab woh har inch leti thi.


Usse pehle ki usne Maa ka phone uthaya us damning video ko Papa ko bhejne ke liye, Mukesh ne thodi der ke liye roka, uska ling uski gand mein dabaya hua, screen check karta hua. Uski ungli ne deliberately swipe kiya, confirm karta hua ki WhatsApp message “Anil”—Papa ke contact name—tak chala gaya, uske ling ke Maa ke gand ke chhed ko kheenchne ka video ke saath, uski siskariyaan aur gapes high definition mein capture kiye hue. 


Usne smirk kiya, uski aankhon mein ek cruel glint, jaan kar ki yeh kitna tabahi machayega. Phir, ek casual toss ke saath, usne phone bistar par rakha, Maa ke ghutno ke bagal mein, jahan yeh uske betrayal ka ek chup saakshi ban gaya. Uske hath uske bade gand ke gaalon par wapas aaye, unhe zor se pakadte hue, ungaliyan naram maans mein dhansati hui, unhe aur chawda failate hue uske gaping chhed ko expose karne ke liye jab usne aur zor se chodna shuru kiya, uske balls har thrust ke saath uski yoni par thappad maarte hue.


Khidki se, mujhe pata tha yeh Maa aur Papa ki shaadi ka ant tha. Woh video—Maa ka gand ka chhed Mukesh ka ling leta hua, uski siskariyaan aur ke liye bheek mangti hui—Papa ke nazuk dil ko tod dega, jo pehle hi kal ke darr se kamzor tha. Divorce ab unavoidable tha; koi chance nahi woh apni patni ke randi wale transformation ko unsee kar sake, uska jism unke marital bed ke saaye mein defiled. 


Mera hath mere ling par tezi se chala, zor se muth maarta hua, precum meri hatheli ko slick karta hua jab maine Papa ke us video ko kholne ki tasavvur ki, uska chehra bikhar jata hua, shaadi aansuon aur betrayal ke baadh mein dissolve hoti hui. Yeh sick tha, lekin is vichar ne mujhe aur sakht kiya—Maa Mukesh ki full-time randi banne ke liye free, koi chhupna nahi, bas khula debauchery. Main tezi se sehlaaya, unke barbaadi ka thrill meri charam par le jata hua, mere balls tight hote hue jab maine uske pichhwade ko uchalte dekha.


Mukesh ne apne thrusts thoda dheere kiye, uski awaaz Maa ki siskariyon par dheemi aur chhedti hui. “Rekha, tera sabse bada darr kya hai, huh? Bata—kya tujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhta hai?”


Maa, haanfte hui, uski gand peechhe dhakelti hui usse milne ke liye, confused lagi, uski awaaz anand se bhari. “Aaaaaahhh, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, ab yeh kyun pooch raha hai? Oh yaar, tera ling itna gehra… meri gand ka chhed jalta hua… aaaaaahhh, iska point kya hai?”


“Bas curious, randi,” usne jawab diya, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue, ise jhoolta hua. “Bata—sabse zyada kya daraata hai? Jab main is chhed ko barbaad kar raha hoon.”
Woh aur zor se siskari bhari, uska jism kaanpta hua, lekin jawab diya, besharm, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Uuhhhhhh… Anil ke saath meri shaadi ko barbaad karna… aaaaaahhh, woh stability kho dena, ghar, Raj ka future… oh yaar, Mukesh, aur gehra! Aaaaaahhh, lekin yeh daraawana hai… Anil ko pata chalna main teri randi hoon…”


Mukesh ne darkly hasa, uske thrusts badhte hue, uski gand ka chhed uske gird squelch karta hua. “Bas itna? Us pathetic cuck ke saath teri shaadi? Mazedaar hai tu ne yeh mention kiya…”
Maa ne thoda sar ghumaya, abhi bhi charon haathon par, uske stann chadar par drag karte hue. “Aaaaaahhh, kya mazedaar hai? Uuhhhhhh, Mukesh, bata… oh yaar, tera ling mujhe split kar raha hai… tu kyun hans raha hai?”


Woh uske upar jhuka, ek hath uski gardan par dheere se pakadta hua, uska ling abhi bhi gehra dabaya hua. “Kyunki, Rekha, maine abhi Anil ko ek video bheja. Tu jaanti hai, woh jo maine liya? Tera gand ka chhed mere ling par chawda kheenchta hua, siskariyaan jaise ek kutiya in heat. Uske paas ab hai—shayad abhi dekh raha hai.”


Maa freeze ho gayi, uski siskariyaan kat gayi, aankhein hairani se chawdi, uska jism uske neeche tense hota hua. “Kya?! Mukesh, nahi! Oh my god… tune woh Anil ko bheja? Aaaaaahhh… tu aisa kyun karega… uuhhhhhh, meri shaadi… oh yaar, tune sab kuch barbaad kar diya!”


Uski awaaz toot gayi, sachchi upset uske chehre par flash karti hui—aankhein aansuon se bharti hui, honth kaanpte hue, uski gand abhi bhi impaled lekin uska dimaag reeling. Woh betrayed dikhi, vulnerable, uski shaadi ke ant ka wazan zor se hit karta hua, chahe uska jism uske liye arched raha. Mukesh, cruel aur unyielding, uski gardan par grip tight kiya, use halke se choke karta hua, use pin karta hua taki woh hata na sake, uska ling abhi bhi uski gand ke chhed mein gehra, uski walls ke khilaf pulse karta hua.


“Barbaad? Achha,” usne growl kiya, aur zor se thrust karta hua, use siskari bharne ke liye majboor karta hua. “Tu meri gandi gand-randi hai, Rekha—us kamzor chodu Anil ki koi zarurat nahi. Tu meri hai, suna? Mujhe teri shaadi ki parwah nahi.”
Maa ne whimpered, uski awaaz shaky lekin abhi bhi siskari bharti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… Mukesh, tu harami… uuhhhhhh, tune aisa kaise kiya? Anil ke saath meri zindagi… oh yaar, tera ling… ab sab khatam hai… aaaaaahhh, tujhe parwah kyun nahi?”


“Kyunki tu ek veerya-bhookhi randi hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, use thoda aur tight choke karta hua, uske hips slam karte hue, uske gand ke gaal zor se clap karte hue. “Koi manners nahi, koi respect nahi—bas mere ling ke liye ek pig. Anil ek mazak hai; main khud tujhse shaadi karoonga, is gand ke chhed ko tap par rakhoonga. Tujhe uski zarurat nahi—bol.”


“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, aansoon siskariyon ke saath milte hue, uska jism uske upset ko betray karta hua utsauk peechhe dhakel ke saath. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, main teri randi hoon… Anil kuch bhi nahi… uuhhhhhh, mujhse shaadi kar, mere chhedon ka maalik ban… lekin yaar, woh video… woh mujhse nafrat karega…”


“Nafrat kare toh kare,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Tu ab meri randi-patni hai—gand gaped, yoni tapakti hui. Anil ro sakta hai jab main tujhe kacha chodoonga. Bata mujhe tu yeh chahti hai—meri ring, mera ling, har raat.”
Maa ki siskariyaan besharm ho gayi, uska darr lust mein melt hota hua, uski gand aur zor se peechhe grind karti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… haan, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, main yeh chahti hoon… tera ling meri gand ke chhed mein hamesha ke liye… aaaaaahhh, Anil ko chhod do, meri shaadi ko chhod do… main teri hoon, baby… oh yaar, mujhe aur zor se choke kar!”


“Tu disrespectful kutiya,” usne snarl kiya, uska hath tight hota hua, uska chehra laal hota hua jab woh siskari bhari, uski gand ka chhed uske gird simat-ta hua. “Us cuck ki koi parwah nahi—achha. Main tujhe apni patni banaoonga, tujhe har din chawda failaoonga. Bol—Anil tere liye mar chuka hai.”


“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, woh mere liye mar chuka hai,” usne cheekh kar kaha, uski awaaz kachi, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, meri gand ka chhed tera hai… mujhse shaadi kar, mujhe barbaad kar… Anil ki mujhe parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, bas mujhe chodo!”


Unka aage-peechhe kamra bhar gaya, Maa ke besharm confessions uski purani zindagi par ek chaku, Mukesh ki cruelty use aur uksati hui. Bistar ab zor se hil raha tha, frame rattling, chadarein slip hoti hui jab usne uski gand ke chhed ko thoka, uske hath uski kamar par, phir uski gardan par, phir uske gaalon par, unhe failate hue uska ling andar-bahar slide hota dekhne ke liye, uska chhed har thrust ke saath aur chawda gape karta hua. 


Uska mota pichhwada ripple karta hua, thappadon se laal, paseena chamakta hua, nazara obscene—uska jism uske dominance ke liye ek khel ka maidan, uski siskariyaan samarpan ka symphony.
“Rekha, tera gand ka chhed mujhe doodh raha hai,” Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uske thrusts erratic, balls tight hote hue. “Itna dheela, itna perfect—jaise ek garam, geela cave. Gehra veerya bharne wala hoon, teri gand ke chhed ko bhar doonga.”



“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, karo, Mukesh!” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gand ke chhed mein veerya bharo… aaaaaahhh, ise baadh do, mujhe tera veerya-dump banao… oh yaar, main bhi charam par aa rahi hoon… uuhhhhhh!”
Usne dhaad kiya, ek aakhri baar slam karta hua, uska ling pulse karta hua jab usne veerya bhara, garam ropes uski gand ke chhed mein baadh laaye, itna zyada ki yeh uske shaft ke gird tapka, uski crack se neeche uski yoni tak. 


Maa ne cheekh di, uski khud ki charam par aayi, uska jism convulse karta hua, gand ka chhed simat-ta hua, aur veerya geele spurts mein bahar dhakel diya, bistar neeche bheega hua. Woh ek saath collapse hue, haanfte hue, uska ling abhi bhi uske andar, uske gand ke gaal kaanpte hue, veerya dheere se ooz karta hua.


“Oh yaar… Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, yeh pagalpan tha,” Maa ne haanfte hue kaha, uski awaaz besharm, uski side par roll karti hui, uska veerya chadar par tapakta hua. “Mujhe Anil ki parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya… main ab teri randi-patni hoon.”


“Good girl,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, uske baal sehlate hue, uska ling naram hota hua lekin abhi bhi uske chhed mein nestle kiya hua. “Us cuck ko bhool ja—mera veerya hi tujhe chahiye. Tu meri hai, Rekha—gand, yoni, muh. Jaldi hi ise official karenge.”
Woh wahan lete rahe, tangled aur paseene se geele, phone unke bagal mein ek chup bomb, uska video door Maa ki shaadi ko detonate karta hua.


Khidki se, main sehlaata raha, meri charam badhti hui jab maine unhe collapse hote dekha, Papa ke aane wale heartbreak ka gyaan mujhe edge par le jata hua. 



Main zor se charam par aaya, veerya meri hatheli par splatter hota hua, Maa ke betrayal aur Mukesh ki cruelty ka thrill ise intense banata hua, mera ling pulse karta hua jab maine Papa ke duniya ke bikharta hua tasavvur kiya. Resort suite gandagi ka haven tha, Maa ka gand ka chhed tapakta hua, uski dignity gayab, aur mujhe unke chodne ka har pal pasand tha.
Doston, mujhe apne vichar batao aur yeh kahani kaise aage badhna chahiye. Apne ideas do