Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Mera naam hai Raaj, aur main apni mummy, Raani, ke saath ek chhote se ghar mein rehta hoon hamare sheher mein. Zyadatar waqt sirf hum dono hi hote hain, aur hamara ghar chhota aur sukhad hai jisme ek chhoti si baagh hai jahaan Mummy genda ke phool ugaati hain. Mummy bahut sundar hain, unka sharir gol-mol hai jo unhe alag dikhata hai.


MERI MUMMY





Woh lagbhag paanch foot chhe inch lambi hain, unke sharir ke maap lagbhag 38-30-44 inch hain. Unke bade stan aur khaas kar unki badi 44-inch ki gaand bahut dhyan khichti hai, khaas kar jab woh saree pehenti hain, jo unhe bahut pasand hai. 

Saree unke sharir ke gathav ko kaske pakadti hai, unki badi gaand ko dikhati hai, aur unki panty ki line hamesha dikhayi deti hai kyunki unke kamar bahut gol aur bhare hue hain. Log jab hum bahar jaate hain toh unhe ghoorte hain, mujhe nahi pata kyun, lekin yeh aksar hota hai.

Mere papa, Aarav, doosre sheher mein kaam karte hain, ghar se bahut door. Woh sirf ek hafte ke liye har mahine wapas aate hain, toh teen hafte tak woh ghar se door rehte hain. Jab woh nahi hote, Mummy sab kuch sambhaalti hain—khana banana, safai karna, aur meri padhai mein madad karna. Lekin kabhi-kabhi woh chup-chup si lagti hain, jaise kuch kami si hai. Maine ek baar unhe apni dost se phone par kehte suna ki unhe kaafi dhyan nahi milta kyunki Papa zyada waqt door rehte hain.


Unhone kaha ki unka sharir “sakht” mehsus hota hai kyunki woh Papa ke saath kaafi waqt nahi bitati. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya unka matlab kya tha, lekin lagta hai woh Papa ki saath ko miss karti hain. Unhe aise dekhkar mujhe dukh hota hai, lekin woh mere liye hamesha muskurati hain.

Ek din, jab main apne khilone wali car se khel raha tha, Mummy ek chamkila gulabi saree pehenkar andar aayi. Unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi.



“Raaj, hum Holi ke liye Dadi ke ghar ja rahe hain,” unhone muskurakar kaha. Main utsaahit ho gaya. Holi ka matlab hai rang, pani ke gubbare, aur Dadi ke laddoo! “Kab?” maine uchalte hue poochha. “Kal subah,” unhone jawab diya, apni saree theek karte hue. Unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti thi, panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Mujhe laga ki unke kapde hamesha itna kyun dikhate hain, lekin Holi ke utsaah mein maine zyada socha nahi.

Agli subah, hum Dadi ke gaon ke liye bus se gaye. Mummy ne ek hari saree pehni thi jo unke bade stan aur chauri kamar par chipki hui thi. Unki 44-inch ki gaand bahut badi dikh rahi thi, aur panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi jab woh bus stop tak chali. Raste par log unhe ghoor rahe the, aur maine unka haath mazbooti se pakda, mujhe garv bhi hua lekin thodi si uljhan bhi.

Bus mein, Mummy mere bagal mein baithi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dabe hue the aur unki kamar ne seat ka zyadatar hissa gher liya. Ek aadmi jo saamne wali seat par tha, baar-baar unki gaand ki taraf dekh raha tha jab bhi woh hilti thi. Maine socha shayad woh unhe jaanta hai, lekin usne kuch kaha nahi, toh main apni khilone wali car se khelta raha.

Jab hum gaon pahunche, Dadi bus stop par intezar kar rahi thi. Unhone mujhe kaske gale lagaya aur kaha, “Mera Raaj aa gaya!” Phir unhone Mummy ko gale lagaya, jo thodi thaki hui dikhi lekin muskurayi. Mummy ki hari saree thodi si silvaton wali thi, lekin usne unke bade stan aur 44-inch ki gaand ko abhi bhi puri tarah se dikhaya.

Mummy ne laal blouse aur safed saree pehni thi. Panty ki line saaf dikhayi di jab unhone hamara bag uthane ke liye jhuki, aur maine dekha ki kuch log ghoor rahe the. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi aaya, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun. Dadi ka ghar thodi doori par tha, dhool bhari galiyon se hote hue jahaan bachche pehle se hi Holi ke rang khel rahe the. Mummy aage chali, Dadi se baat karte hue, unki badi gaand har kadam par hilti hui. Saree kaski hui thi, panty ki line dikhayi de rahi thi, aur maine dekha ki ek aadmi jo paas se chal raha tha, unhe ghoor raha tha.

Woh aadmi lagbhag 50 saal ka tha, baal safed ho rahe the, aur usne kurta pehna tha. Uska naam Mukesh tha, yeh mujhe baad mein pata chala. Uski aankhein Mummy ki gaand par chipki hui thi, aur main soch raha tha kyun. Kya woh unhe jaanta tha? Woh paas nahi aaya ya kuch bola nahi, bas dekhta raha.

Dadi ke ghar pahunchkar hum settle ho gaye. Ghar mein ek bada aangan tha jahaan kal Holi kheli jani thi. Dadi ne mujhe laddoo diye, aur main verandah par baithkar khushi se khaane laga. Mummy ne ek neeli saree badli, jo aur bhi kaski hui thi. Unke bade stan blouse se jaise bahar nikalne wale the, aur unki 44-inch ki gaand ne saree ko itna kheench diya ki panty ki line saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. 

Woh mere bagal mein baithi, unki kamar kursi par phail gayi, aur unhone kaha, “Raaj, kal hum rang khelenge!” Main muskuraya, utsaahit tha, lekin Mukesh ke baare mein sochta raha. Woh unhe aise kyun ghoor raha tha? Maine socha shayad woh Mummy ya Dadi ka dost hai, lekin uski nazar alag thi, jaise woh sachmuch un par dhyaan de raha ho.

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Us shaam, gaon Holi ki taiyariyon mein vyast tha. Log aangan mein rang aur pichkari tayar kar rahe the. Mummy ne Dadi ki kitchen mein madad ki, unki saree unke bade stan aur gaand ko kaske pakde hui thi. Mukesh ek mithai ki tokri lekar ghar aaya. 

Dadi ne use “Mukesh bhai” kaha aur swagat kiya, toh woh koi jaan-pehchaan wala tha. Lekin uski nazar Mummy par thi, khaas kar unki badi gaand par, jab woh idhar-udhar chalti thi.

Panty ki line saree ke through saaf dikh rahi thi, aur woh baar-baar ghoor raha tha. Main kone mein khada apni khilone wali car pakde dekh raha tha. “Raani, tum is saree mein bahut achhi lag rahi ho,” Mukesh ne muskurakar kaha. 

Mummy sharma gayi aur boli, “Shukriya, Mukesh ji,” phir woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Uski nazar unki gaand par lagi rahi jab woh chal kar gayi, aur main soch raha tha ki woh itna kyun ghoor raha hai. Kya woh sach mein unhe jaanta tha, ya kuch aur baat thi?

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Us raat, Mukesh apne ghar wapas chala gaya, jo gaon mein kuch kilometer door tha. Jhingur bol rahe the, aur Dadi ke verandah par lanterns dheemi roshni de rahe the jahaan main baitha tha. Mummy aur Dadi kitchen mein bartan dho rahe the, unki awaaz khuli khidki se aa rahi thi.

Mummy ki neeli saree unke gol-mol sharir ko kaske pakdi hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, aur unki bhaari gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi. Panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi, jo unki gaand ke poore, gol shape ko aur ujaagar kar rahi thi jab woh chalti thi.


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“Ma, yeh Mukesh kaun hai?” Mummy ne Dadi se poocha, ek plate saaf karte hue, unki awaaz mein jaan-ne ki ichha thi.

Dadi hans padi. “Mukesh purana parivaar ka dost hai, Raani. Woh paas hi rehta hai aur gaon ke tyohaar jaise Holi mein hamesha madad karta hai. Woh ek accha aadmi hai, bas aajkal thoda akela hai.”

“Kya woh shadi-shuda hai?” Mummy ne dheeme se poocha, jaise mujhe sunna nahi chahti thi.
“Tha, lekin ab nahi,” Dadi ne kaha. “Kuch saal pehle uski talaq ho gayi, aur uske bacche apni maa ke saath doosre sheher mein rehte hain. Woh ab akela hai, bechara.”

“Oh, mujhe nahi pata tha,” Mummy ne kaha. “Bas jaan-na chahti thi. Woh kaafi accha lagta hai, shayad.”
Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki Mummy ko Mukesh ki shadi ke baare mein kyun parwah thi. Kya woh bas shishtachar dikhati thi? Main kal ke Holi ke liye itna utsaahit tha ki zyada socha nahi, aur apni car se khelta raha, rang aur pani ke gubbare sochta hua.

Agli subah, gaon Holi ki taiyariyon se gungunane laga. Dadi ke aangan mein bachche pani ke gubbare bhar rahe the aur bade log baltiyon mein rang mila rahe the. Main bistar se kood pada, khelne ke liye utsaahit.

Mummy uth chuki thi, unhone Dadi ke di hui ek safed saree pehni thi Holi ke liye. Yeh saree unke sharir par chipki hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the aur unki poori, gol-mol gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi. Panty ki line unki gaand ke gol shape ko dikhati thi, jo use aur ujaagar kar rahi thi aur paas ke logon ki nazar kheench rahi thi.


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Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mummy aise kyun kapde pehen rahi thi, unke sharir ke mahatvapurna hisse itne dikhai de rahe the.
“Raaj, yeh rang aangan mein le jao!” Mummy ne bulaya, mujhe laal aur neele rang ka tray dete hue. “Dhyan se, girana nahi, theek hai? Aaj hum bahut maza karenge!” Unke stan hil rahe the jab woh jhuki, unki bhaari gaand hili, panty ki line unki gaand ke gathav ko aur dikhati thi.

Maine tray pakda aur bahar daud gaya, utsaahit. Aangan mein Dadi chillakar nirdesh de rahi thi, unke haath gulaabi rang se range hue the. Mummy ne taiyari mein madad ki, unki saree pani ke chhinte se geeli ho gayi, jo unke gol-mol sharir par chipak gayi.

Unke bade stan hil rahe the, aur unki bhaari gaand har kadam par uchhal rahi thi, underwear ki outline uske poore shape ko aur dikhati thi. Main rang fenkne mein itna vyast tha ki zyada dhyan nahi diya, lekin maine dekha ki log unhe ghoor rahe the.


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Dopahar tak, Holi poore josh mein thi. Rang—laal, neela, hara, peela—har jagah ud rahe the, chehron aur kapdon par lagaaye ja rahe the. Main doosre bacchon ke saath daudta raha, pani ke gubbare phenkta aur ek doosre par rang malta.

Mummy has rahi thi, unki saree ab indradhanush jaisi ho gayi thi, geeli aur unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand par chipki hui. Unke stan hil rahe the jab woh Dadi aur doosri auraton ke saath nachi, unki bhaari gaand uchhalti hui, kasa hua kapda uske gol gathav ko dikhata tha.
Maine Mukesh ko ek ped ke paas khada dekha, woh dekh raha tha.

Mukesh bhi tyohaar mana raha tha, rangon se dhaka hua, lekin uski nazar Mummy par hi thi. Woh zyada rang nahi phenk raha tha ya nach raha tha; bas ghoor raha tha.

Mummy ne dhyan nahi diya, woh hasne aur hilne mein vyast thi. Unke bade stan hil rahe the, aur unki ujaagar gaand jab woh nachi toh aur bhi dikhai di, saree uske shape ko aur dikhati thi. Mukesh ki nazar teevra thi, jaise woh bhukha ho, uski aankhein unki uchhalti gaand par jami hui thi. Woh utsaahit, shayad bechain, lag raha tha unhe dekhte hue.

Mujhe peshab karna tha, toh main paas ke jhadi ke paas daud gaya. Maine jaldi se kaam kiya aur wapas aaya. Jo maine dekha, woh mujhe uljhan mein daal gaya.
Mummy Mukesh ke saath aangan mein nach rahi thi, dhol ki taal par hilte hue. Mummy kabhi bhi mardon ko chhoone nahi deti thi, naach ke liye bhi nahi, kyunki Papa door the.

Woh hamesha kehti thi ki yeh theek nahi hai. Lekin ab Mukesh ke haath unki gol-mol gaand par the, uske bhaari gathav ko pakde hue jab woh nach rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi, uske haath neeche sarak jaate, unke chut ke area ke paas chhoote hue.

Mummy ka chehra asahaj lag raha tha, unki muskurahat gayab ho rahi thi, lekin woh nachte rahi, shayad kyunki Holi thi.
Mujhe zyada bura nahi laga—sab log kareeb se nach rahe the, aur yeh tyohaar tha.

Lekin uske haath unki bhaari gaand par, use dabate hue, mujhe ajeeb laga. Woh use kyun chhoone de rahi thi? Naach chalta raha, rang udte rahe. Mummy ki saree geeli thi, unke bade stan aur gol gaand ko aur dikhati hui, kapda uske poore shape par chipka hua tha.

Mukesh baar-baar dekhta raha, uske haath kabhi-kabhi naachte waqt unhe chhoo rahe the. Main aur rang phenkta raha, lekin unhe dekhta raha, uljhan mein.

Us raat, Dadi ke ghar mein laddoo aur curry ki khushboo thi. Mummy ne ek laal saree badli, abhi bhi kasi hui, unke bade stan aur poori gaand ubhar kar dikhai de rahi thi.

Underwear ki outline unki gaand ke gol shape ko dikhati thi jab woh chalti thi, thodi si uchhal ke saath. Main verandah par baitha laddoo kha raha tha jab Dadi ne Mummy ko bulaya.

“Raani, tum aaj raat ka khana bana rahi ho, na?” Dadi ne poocha, apni saree par haath saaf karte hue. “Sabke liye kuch swadisht banana. Aur Mukesh ke liye bhi extra banana mat bhoolna.”

“Haan, Ma, main daal aur roti bana rahi hoon,” Mummy ne kaha. “Sabke liye kaafi banaungi. Mukesh ko shayad pasand aayega, mujhe lagta hai.” Unki muskurahat thodi banavati lag rahi thi.

“Achha, Mukesh ke liye extra banana,” Dadi ne kaha. “Woh akela hai, uske liye koi khana nahi banata. Tum uski madad kar rahi ho, Raani, yeh acchi baat hai.”
“Theek hai, Ma, main karungi,” Mummy ne kaha. “Koi pareshani nahi. Main dhyan rakhungi ki uske liye kaafi khana ho.” Unhone sar hilaaya aur kitchen mein chali gayi.

Dadi ne Mukesh ko phone kiya. “Mukesh bhai, aaj raat khane ke liye aao,” unhone kaha. “Raani kuch bahut accha bana rahi hai. Tumhe pasand aayega, mujhe yakeen hai.”

Maine Mukesh ki awaaz phone par suni, woh shant tha. “Behen, pareshan hone ki zarurat nahi,” usne kaha. “Bas Raani ko khana lekar mere ghar bhej do. Yeh door nahi hai, aur main uske laane ki qadar karunga.”

Dadi hans padi. “Theek hai, Mukesh bhai, main usse bataungi,” unhone kaha. “Woh khana banane ke baad le aayegi. Tum apna khyal rakho.”
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mukesh kyun chahta tha ki Mummy khana laye. Woh yahan kyun nahi aaya? Woh saara din Holi mein tha.

Mummy ne daal aur roti ek steel ke dabbe mein band kiya, unki laal saree unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakdi hui thi, kapda uske poore shape ko dikhata tha. “Raaj, main jaldi wapas aaungi,” unhone kaha, apni saree theek karte hue. “Dadi ke paas rehna. Idhar-udhar mat bhatakna, theek hai?” Unki gaand hili jab woh bahar nikli.


Maine sar hilaaya, lekin mujhe asahaj laga. Mukesh ko unhe apne ghar kyun bulana tha? Gaon andhera tha, sirf lanterns ki roshni thi. Mummy Mukesh ke ghar chali gayi, unki bhaari gaand hilti hui, saree uske gathav ko aur dikhati thi. Main verandah par baitha apni car ghumata raha, lekin Mukesh ke baare mein sochta raha.

Woh Mummy ki gaand ko kyun ghoorta tha? Naach ke dauraan usne unki gaand kyun chhui? Mujhe Mummy par bharosa tha, lekin yeh ajeeb laga.
Jab Mummy Mukesh ke ghar se wapas aayi, woh normal nahi lag rahi thi. Woh khush chehre ke saath gayi thi, unki laal saree unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakde hui thi, underwear ki outline uske poore shape ko dikhati thi.

Lekin ab unki saree silvaton se bhari thi, aur unki aankhein door-door si lag rahi thi, jaise woh seedha nahi soch rahi thi. Main soch raha tha ki woh aisi kyun lag rahi thi, verandah par apni car ke saath baitha, Mukesh ke ghar mein kya hua, yeh sochkar uljhan mein.

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[Mahendra_]

Agli subah, gaon shant tha, Holi ke rangon ki halki si khushboo abhi bhi thi. Main jaldi uth gaya. Dadee idhar-udhar chakar laga rahi thi, kuch taiyari karte hue, unka chehra chamak raha tha. Mummy kitchen mein thi, unki peeli saree unke gol-mol sharir ko kaske pakde hui thi, unke bade stan aur bhaari gaand ubhar kar dikhai de rahe the jab woh chalti thi.



Maine socha ki mere papa bahut kismat wale hain ki unhe aisi patni mili. Lekin meri mummy ko ek doosra aadmi pasand kar raha tha jab mere papa door the.



Underwear ki outline kapde ke through saaf dikh rahi thi, jo unki gaand ke poore shape ko aur dikhati thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mukesh ke ghar se wapas aane ke baad Mummy itni chup kyun thi, unka chehra door-door sa lag raha tha jaise woh seedha nahi soch rahi thi. Yeh mujhe pareshan kar raha tha, lekin maine kuch poocha nahi.



Dadee ne pukara, “Mukesh bhai, chai ke liye aao!” jab unhone use bahar se guzarte dekha. Mukesh, safed kurta mein, muskuraya aur aangan mein aaya. Main use dekha, jaan-ne ki ichha ke saath. Uski nazar pehle se hi Mummy par thi.



Woh lamba tha, safed baalon aur mooch wala, aur uski aankhein hamesha Mummy ko dhoondti thi. Main aaj use thoda jaan paya, lekin usme kuch ajeeb sa laga, mujhe samajh nahi aaya kya.

Mummy chulhe par thi, chai bana rahi thi, jab Mukesh andar aaya.



Unhone ek pal ke liye aankhein badi ki, lekin woh chaturai se kaam li, muskurahat shishta rakhi kyunki Dadee wahan thi. Main samajh sakta tha ki Mummy sambhal kar chal rahi thi, shayad isliye kyunki Mukesh ne Holi ke naach mein unki gaand chhui thi ya kaise woh baar-baar unhe apne ghar khana laane ko kehta tha.

Woh nahi chahti thi ki Dadee ko lage ki kuch galat hai, toh woh chup rahi, chai hilaati hui, unke stan thoda hil rahe the. Mukesh jaan-bujhkar unke bagal mein chhote table par baitha, uski kursi itni paas thi ki unke baazu lagbhag chhoo rahe the. Mummy hairaan lagi, lekin unhone ise chhupaya, chai dhaalte hue haath sthir rakhe.



Jab hum chai pee rahe the, Mukesh ki nazar baar-baar Mummy ke bade stanon par ja rahi thi, jo blouse mein mushkil se samaye hue the.







Mummy ne dekha, unke gaal laal ho gaye, lekin unhone apni nazar cup par rakhi, jaise kuch dekha hi nahi. Uski nazar nidar thi, jaise use parwah nahi ki Dadee ya main dekh rahe hain. Main saamne baitha, apna cup pakde, soch raha tha ki woh aise kyun dekh raha hai.



Dadee: “Mukesh bhai, aapko yahan chai ke liye bulana kitna accha hai. Hum aise baithte nahi aksar. Aapke ghar mein sab theek hai?”



Mukesh: “Sab theek hai, behen, aapka shukriya mujhe bulane ke liye. Holi ke baad gaon mein jaan aa gayi hai. Tumhari chai hamesha sabse achhi hoti hai, Raani.”



Woh Mummy ki taraf muskuraya, uski nazar unke stanon par thami hui.

Mummy: “Shukriya, Mukesh ji. Yeh bas sadharan chai hai, kuch khaas nahi. Aapko pasand aayi, yeh accha hai.”



Unhone apni awaaz shant rakhi, Dadee ki taraf dekhte hue.

Dadee: “Oh, mujhe yaad aaya! Raani, tumhara Mukesh se theek se parichay nahi hua. Mukesh bhai, yeh meri beti Raani hai, Raaj ki maa.”



Mukesh: “Oh, main Raani ko pehle se jaanta hoon, behen. Woh bahut meherbaan hai, mere ghar khana laati hai. Sach mein ek shandaar aurat.”



Uski awaaz mulayam thi, uski nazar Mummy ke stanon par jami hui, hothon par muskurahat thi.



Dadee: “Raani mera garv hai, Mukesh bhai. Maine use sundar aur shishta banaya, hamesha doosron ki madad karti hai. Woh kitni achhi aurat ban gayi hai, hai na?”



Jab Dadee bol rahi thi, Mukesh bas Mummy ko ghoorta raha, uski muskurahat aur badi ho gayi, uski nazar unke stanon par jami hui. Mummy apni jagah par thodi hili, unki saree unki gol-mol gaand par chipki hui, underwear ki outline uske gol shape ko dikhati thi.



Mummy: “Ma, aap mujhe sharminda kar rahi hain! Please, aisi taareef band karo. Main bas wahi karti hoon jo aapne sikhaya.”



Woh dheeme se hansi, neeche dekhte hue, unke gaal laal ho gaye.



Mukesh: “Sharmao mat, Raani. Tumhari maa sahi kehti hai, tum khaas ho. Itni meherbaan aur sundar aurat se milna mushkil hai.”



Uski nazar unke stanon par thi, bina jhapke.

Dadee: “Mat sharmao, Raani, mujhe tum par garv hai! Mukesh bhai, Raani hamesha se madadgaar rahi hai, jab se woh chhoti thi. Aur yeh jaan lo, woh Aarav se khushi se shadi-shuda hai, Raaj ke papa.”



Jab Dadee ne Papa ka zikr kiya, Mukesh ke chehre par kuch badla. Uski muskurahat thodi si kam hui, jaise use yeh sunna pasand nahi aaya ki Mummy ki shadi hai. Mujhe nahi pata uska chehra kyun udaas laga, lekin uski aankhein ek pal ke liye andheri si ho gayi, phir usne zabardasti sar hilaya.



Mukesh: “Bilkul, behen, yeh toh accha hai. Raani kismat wali hai ki uska aisa parivaar hai. Main bas uski meherbani ke liye shukrguzaar hoon.”



Uski awaaz shishta thi, lekin uski nazar aur bhookhi ho gayi, Mummy ki sundarta par dhyaan dete hue.



Dadee ke Papa ka zikr karne ke baad, Mukesh Mummy ki sundarta mein aur bhi dilchaspi dikha raha tha, uski nazar unke stanon aur unki saree jo unki gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakdi thi, us par thi. Mummy chai peeti rahi, uski nazar se bachti hui, lekin main samajh sakta tha ki woh uski nazar mehsus kar rahi thi.



Dadee: “Mukesh bhai, tum jaante ho Raani hamesha madad ke liye taiyar hai. Woh khana banane, safai karne, sab mein achhi hai! Tum kismat wale ho ki woh yahan hai tumhe khana laane ke liye.”



Mummy: “Ma, bas karo! Aap mujhe Mukesh ji ke saamne sharminda kar rahi hain. Main bas jo kar sakti hoon, karti hoon, bas.”

Woh neeche dekhi, unki ungliyan cup par kasi hui thi.



Mukesh: “Raani, tumhari maa galat nahi hai. Tum pehle se hi meri bahut madad kar chuki ho. Sach kahoon, mujhe aaj mere ghar mein thodi madad chahiye—kuch safai aur vyavastha ke liye.”

Uska lehja saadha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein kuch aur chamak thi.



Mummy thodi hichkichayi, unke hoth khule jaise woh naa kehna chahti thi. Unhone Dadee ki taraf dekha, phir Mukesh ki taraf, unka chehra asahaj tha.



Dadee: “Raani, tumhe Mukesh bhai ki madad karni chahiye! Yeh bas thodi si kaam hai, aur tum isme itni achhi ho. Woh akela hai, bechara, use sahare ki zarurat hai.”



Mummy: “Theek hai, Ma, main Mukesh ji ki madad karungi. Koi pareshani nahi, shayad. Bas pehle yahan ka kaam khatam kar loon.”



Unhone zabardasti muskuraya, unki aankhein asahaj thi.



Dadee: “Yeh meri ladki! Mukesh bhai, Raani sabse achhi madadgaar hai. Woh tumhara ghar jaldi se theek kar degi.”



Mukesh: “Mujhe yakeen hai, behen. Main bahut shukrguzaar hoon, Raani. Tum sach mein ekdam alag ho.”



Woh Mummy ko hawas bhari nazar se dekha, uski muskurahat badi, khush ki woh maan gayi.

Mummy sharma ke neeche dekhi, unke gaal laal, jab Mukesh ki nazar unke stanon par thi. Woh Dadee se taareef band karne ko kehti rahi, lekin Dadee bas hansi, Mummy kitni achhi hai yeh kehti rahi. Main dekhta raha, uljhan mein, aur kuch kehne ka faisla kiya.



Main: “Mummy, aap phir Mukesh ji ke ghar ja rahi hain? Jaldi wapas aaogi na?”



Mummy: “Haan, Raaj, main thodi der ke liye madad karne jaungi. Jaldi wapas aaungi, chinta mat karo. Baad mein hum khelenge, theek hai?”



Unhone mujhe muskurakar dekha, lekin unki muskurahat aankhon tak nahi pahunchi.



Dadee baat karti rahi, Mummy ki meherbani ki taareef karti hui. Mukesh ki nazar unse hati nahi, uski nazar hawas se bhari thi, khaas kar unke stanon par.



Mummy chup rahi, unki saree unki bhaari gaand par chipki hui thi jab woh hili, kapda uske poore shape ko dikhata tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mukesh itna dilchaspi kyun dikha raha tha, ya Mummy kyun asahaj lag rahi thi lekin madad karne ko maan gayi. Yeh ajeeb laga, jaise kuch chhupa hua tha.



Dadee: “Oh, main toh bhool hi gayi thi batana! Tumhare Dada mujhe kuch hi der mein honeymoon trip par le ja rahe hain. Hum do mahine ke liye naye jagah ghumne jayenge!”



Mummy: “Yeh toh shandaar hai, Ma! Aap aur Papa iske haqdaar ho. Khoob maza karo!”

Unki awaaz garam thi, lekin unka chehra abhi bhi pareshan lag raha tha.

Mukesh: “Yeh toh badi khabar hai, behen! Honeymoon aap dono ke liye perfect hai. Har pal ka maza lo!”



Uski muskurahat chamakdar thi, lekin uski aankhein Mummy ki taraf dekhi, jaise woh kuch aur soch raha ho.



Main: “Dadee, aap ja rahe ho? Yeh toh bahut cool hai! Mere liye kuch laana, theek hai?”

Main muskura diya, unke liye utsaahit.



Mujhe pata tha ki Dadee ka yeh trip Mukesh aur Mummy ko ek doosre ko aur jaanne ka waqt dega. Maine socha yeh accha hai, jaise woh dost ban sakte hain, lekin mujhe Mukesh ke iraadon ka nahi pata tha.



Uski nazrein, jis tarah usne Holi ke dauraan Mummy ki gaand chhui, aur kaise woh baar-baar unhe apne ghar bulata tha—yeh sab ajeeb laga, lekin main samajh nahi paya kyun.



Mummy cup saaf karne ke liye uthi, unki gol-mol gaand thodi uchhal rahi thi, saree uske shape ko dikhati thi. Mukesh unki har harkat dekhta raha, khush, aur main wahan baitha, apni khilone wali car pakde, sochta raha ki aage kya hoga

[Waseem990]

Nice story

[Mahendra_]

Us shaam, Dadee ne apne bag pack kiye aur Dada ke saath chali gayi, jo apni purani car mein unhe do mahine ke honeymoon ke liye lene aaye the. Aangan khali laga jab unki car dhool bhari gali mein gayab ho gayi, sirf mujhe aur Mummy ko Dadee ke ghar mein chhod kar.

Gaon shant tha, sirf jhinguron ki awaaz aur lanterns ki halki roshni thi. Mummy apne kamre mein thi, unki peeli saree abhi bhi unke gol-mol sharir ko kaske pakde hui thi, unke bade stan aur bhaari gaand saree ke through bahut ujaagar the.

Main verandah par baitha, abhi bhi soch raha tha ki kal raat Mukesh ke ghar se wapas aane ke baad Mummy kitni ajeeb lag rahi thi, unka chehra door-door sa jaise woh seedha nahi soch rahi thi. Yeh mujhe pareshan kar raha tha, lekin mujhe nahi pata tha kyun.

Mummy bahar aayi, apni saree theek karte hue. “Raaj, hum Mukesh ji ke ghar ja rahe hain,” unhone kaha, unki awaaz dheemi lekin sthir. “Maine wada kiya tha ki unki kuch kaam mein madad karungi. Mere saath chal, theek hai?”

“Theek hai, Mummy,” maine kaha, apni khilone wali car uthate hue. “Yeh zyada waqt lega? Main baad mein khelna chahta hoon.”
“Zyada waqt nahi lega, Raaj,” unhone kaha. “Hum jaldi wapas aa jayenge. Bas mere paas rehna.”

Maine unhe tayar hote dekha, aur yeh ajeeb laga. Mummy laal lipstick laga rahi thi, jo woh sirf bade events jaise shadi ya tyohaar ke liye karti thi. Woh chhote sheeshe ke saamne khadi thi, apni saree ko kamar ke paas kasti hui, yeh dhyan dete hue ki yeh unki gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakde, kapda uske gol shape par chipka hua.

Unhone apna blouse thoda neeche kheencha taki unki cleavage zyada dikhe, unke bade stan kapde ke khilaaf dab rahe the. Unhone apne baal bhi dhyan se saware, unhe kandhon par girne diya, aur gale par thodi si itr lagayi.

Mujhe laga ki woh yeh sab Mukesh ke ghar kaam ke liye kyun kar rahi hai. Woh kabhi chhote kaam ke liye makeup ya apni sabse achhi saree nahi pehenti thi. Aisa laga jaise woh dhyan chahti thi, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun.

“Mummy, aap lipstick aur achhi saree kyun pehen rahi hain?” maine poocha. “Kya hum kisi event mein ja rahe hain? Aap yeh sirf parties ke liye karti hain.”
Mummy muskurayi, lekin yeh asli nahi laga, jaise woh kuch chhupa rahi thi.

“Nahi, Raaj, koi event nahi hai,” unhone kaha. “Bas aaj dil kiya achha dikhne ka. Kuch khaas nahi, chinta mat kar.” Unki awaaz jaldi thi, jaise woh nahi chahti thi ki main aur poochhoon kyunki main baccha hoon aur woh nahi chahti thi ki mujhe kuch pata chale.

Maine sar hilaya, lekin yeh ajeeb laga. Hum gaon ki galiyon se Mukesh ke ghar ki taraf chale, shaam ka mausam thanda aur dhool bhara tha. Mummy ki saree swish-swish karti thi jab woh chalti thi, unki bhaari gaand hilti hui, kapda uske gol shape ko dikhata tha.

Woh nervous lag rahi thi, unke haath saree ke kinaare se khel rahe the, unki aankhein idhar-udhar dekhti hui jaise woh asahaj thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aisi kyun thi. Woh aisi asahaj kabhi nahi hoti thi.

“Mummy, kya hum Mukesh ji ke ghar mein soyenge?” maine poocha.
Woh thodi ruki, unke kadam dheeme hue. “Shayad, Raaj,” unhone dheeme se kaha. “Yeh kaam kitna waqt lega, us par nirbhar hai. Dekhte hain, theek hai?”

Maine bhaunhe chadhayi. Mummy ka kisi doosre aadmi ke ghar sona normal nahi tha. Woh aisa kabhi nahi karti thi, khaas kar jab Papa door the. Woh hamesha sambhal kar rehti thi, kehti thi ki doosre mardon ke saath zyada kareeb hona theek nahi. Unka “shayad” kehna mere pet mein ajeeb sa laga, jaise kuch galat hai. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh aisa kyun bhi soch rahi thi.

Hum Mukesh ke ghar pahunche, aur main hairaan tha ki yeh kitna sundar aur bada tha. Isme ek ooncha gate tha, genda ke phoolon wala ek saaf baagh, aur nakqashi wale khambhon wala bada verandah.

Deewaarein safed rangi hui thi, aur ghar Dadee ke ghar se kahi zyada shandaar laga. Mummy ne darwaza khatkhataya, aur Mukesh ne darwaza khola, sirf ek towel kamar par lapete hue.

Uska balon wala seena dikhai de raha tha, aur uska sharir bada aur majboot tha, chaudi kandhe aur moti baahon ke saath. Mummy ki aankhein hairani se badi ho gayi, aur woh jaldi se neeche dekhi, unke gaal laal ho gaye.

“Namaste, Mukesh ji,” Mummy ne kaha, unki awaaz kamp rahi thi. “Main kaam mein madad karne aayi hoon. Maaf kijiye agar hum jaldi aa gaye.”
“Namaste, Mukesh ji!” maine kaha. “Aapka ghar kitna bada hai!”

Mukesh muskuraya, uski nazar Mummy par. “Namaste, Raani aur mere chhote Raaj! Meri pyari Raani, maafi ki koi zarurat nahi, tum bilkul time par ho. Andar aao, main bas nahaane ja raha tha.” Uski awaaz gehri thi, aur woh side hua.

Mummy ka chehra abhi bhi laal tha, aur woh bol padi, “Oh, hum baad mein aa sakte hain, Mukesh ji. Mujhe nahi pata tha aap… tayar nahi hain. Hum aapko disturb nahi karna chahte.”

“Nahi, nahi, koi baat nahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska lehja mulayam. “Main bas bathroom ja raha tha. Tum yahan ho, toh please andar aao.” Usne haath badhaya aur dheeme se Mummy ka haath pakda, uski ungliyan wahan ruki.

Mummy ruk gayi, phir usne use ek aisi nazar di jaise koi film mein hoti hai, unki aankhein ek pal ke liye naram aur romantic, jaise woh khud ko rok na saki. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh use aise kyun dekhi.

Woh aage badhi, lekin darwaza chhota tha, aur jab woh andar gayi, unke bade stan uske kandhon se chhoo gaye. “Maaf kijiye,” unhone jaldi se kaha, unki awaaz dheemi, unke gaal phir se laal ho gaye.

Mukesh ki nazar unhe dekhti rahi, unki bhaari gaand par ghoorti hui jab woh andar chali, saree uske poore shape par chipki hui. “Raani, tum aaj bahut sundar lag rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garam. “Yeh saree tum par bilkul perfect hai. Bahut kam auratein tum jaisi shandaar dikhti hain.”

Mummy sharma ke neeche dekhi, unki ungliyan saree ke kinaare se khel rahi thi. “Shukriya, Mukesh ji, lekin main itni khaas nahi hoon,” unhone kaha. “Zyada mard mujhe aisi baatein nahi kehte. Waise, aapka ghar sach mein bahut sundar hai.”

Mukesh muskura diya, uski nazar abhi bhi un par. “Shukriya, Raani, lekin bade ghar ka kya fayda jab tum jaisi sundar patni nahi hai? Kabhi-kabhi yeh khali lagta hai. Main kismat wala hoon ki tum yahan meri madad karne aayi.”

Mummy ke gaal aur laal ho gaye, aur unhone jaldi se baat badli. “Toh, Mukesh ji, aapko kis cheez mein madad chahiye?” unhone poocha. “Main jab aap kahoge tab shuru kar sakti hoon. Bas bataye kya karna hai.”

“Oh, bas kitchen mein thodi safai aur vyavastha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski nazar un par jami hui. “Shayad shelves mein thodi madad, woh bahut avyavasthit hain. Tum jaldi kar dogi, mujhe yakeen hai.” Woh ghoorta raha, uski nazar bhookhi, unke stanon se unki gol-mol gaand tak jati hui.

“Raaj, mere ghar mein swagat hai!” Mukesh ne mujhse kaha. “Tum yahan maza karoge, main wada karta hoon. Mujhe pata hai tumhe vanilla pasand hai, toh fridge mein hai—jao le lo!”

“Sach mein? Shukriya, Mukesh ji!” maine kaha, utsaahit. “Kya main ghar dekh sakta hoon? Aapka ghar kitna cool hai!”
“Bilkul, Raaj, jitna chahe ghoom lo,” usne kaha. “Dekhne ke liye bahut kuch hai. Apne aap ko ghar samjho.”

Mukesh nahaane ke liye bathroom chala gaya, aur Mummy ne kitchen mein kaam shuru kiya, shelves ko vyavasthit karte hue. Main fridge tak dauda, ek vanilla ice cream li, aur ghar mein ghoomne laga, apni khilone wali car haath mein.

Ghar bada tha, polished farsh aur rang-birange parde the. Main ice cream kha raha tha, living room se guzra, phir ek hallway mili jo ek bedroom tak jati thi. Mujhe pata tha yeh uska bedroom tha. Jigyasa mein, maine darwaza khola.

Bedroom mein ajeeb si badboo thi, jaise kuch khatta aur musky, lagbhag jaise veerya. Yeh ganda laga, baaki saaf ghar ke mukable. Bed avyavasthit tha, chaddar silvaton mein, aur maine us par ek safed cheez dekhi jo veerya jaisi lagi, chipchipi aur gandi.

Mera pet ghin se bhar gaya. Desk par, maine nangi auraton ki tasveerein dekhi, kuch magazine se faadi hui, aur porn magazines ka ek dher jinke cover bold the.
Kamra ganda laga, jaise yeh raaz chhupata ho. Maine idhar-udhar dekha, aur gandi cheezein mili: silvaton wale tissue jisme wahi safed cheez thi, ek lotion ki bottle, aur ek pillow ke neeche chhupi ek aurat ki underwear jo Mummy ki nahi thi.

Isse mujhe laga ki Mukesh ek pervert hai, jo akela mein ajeeb kaam karta hai. Uska kamra aisa kyun tha? Yeh theek nahi tha.
Main wahan lagbhag bees minute raha, meri ice cream haath mein pighal rahi thi, har nayi khoj ke saath aur asahaj hota gaya. Badboo, tasveerein, veerya jaisi daag—sab mujhe wahan se bhagane ke liye kaafi tha.

Maine faisla kiya ki Mummy ko dhoondhoon aur kahoo ki humein jana chahiye. Main aise gande aadmi ke ghar nahi rehna chahta tha, aur bilkul nahi chahta tha ki Mummy yahan soye, jaise unhone pehle “shayad” kaha tha.

Yeh unke liye normal nahi tha, aur mujhe darr laga.
Main bahar nikla, Mummy ko dhoondhne laga, ghar ka har kona dekha. Main living room, kitchen, verandah, aur baagh se guzra, lekin woh wahan nahi thi.

Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Woh kahan thi? Maine pukara, “Mummy? Mummy, aap kahan ho?” lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Main ghar ke peeche ki taraf dauda, bathroom ke paas, aur ruk gaya, jo dekha usse hairaan aur main hairaan tha!

[Kara lina]

Update

[Waseem990]

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Good nice story 

[Mahendra_]

Main jaldi se ghar ke peeche ki taraf dauda, shower ki awaaz ke peeche, meri chappal polished farsh par thap-thap kar rahi thi. Hallway andhera tha, sirf ek lantern deewar par jhilmila raha tha. 

Tab maine unhe dekha—Mummy bathroom ke darwaze par khadi thi, unka sharir sthir, jaise woh andar jo ho raha hai use sun rahi thi.

Main ruk gaya, unke peeche kuch kadam door, hallway ki parchhai mein chhupa. Woh Mukesh ke nahaane ki awaaz kyun sun rahi thi? 

Unki peeli saree unke gol-mol sharir par chipki hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the aur unki bhaari gaand ubhar kar dikhai de rahi thi, underwear ki outline unki gaand ke poore, gol shape ko dikhati thi.

Woh aage jhuki, apna kaan lakdi ke darwaze par lagaya, unka chehra teevra, jaise woh kisi raaz mein phansi hui thi. Unke baal ek kandhe par gire hue the, aur unki ungliyan saree ke kinaare ko kaske pakdi hui thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh kya kar rahi thi. 

Mummy kabhi chupke se aisa nahi karti thi, kabhi nahi.
Main dheere se aage badha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, dhyan rakhte hue ki farsh na chhike. Shower ka pani sthir roop se chhalk raha tha, lekin ek aur awaaz aayi aur woh thi Mukesh ka karahna, dheemi aur karkash, jaise woh dard mein ho ya kuch aur jo main samajh nahi saka.

Maine khud se poocha ki Mummy uske karahne ko kyun sun rahi thi. Kya woh zakhmi tha? Woh darwaza kyun nahi khatkhatati ya use kyun nahi bula rahi thi? Main aur paas gaya, lagbhag darwaze tak, abhi bhi Mummy ke peeche, jo nahi jaanti thi ki main wahan hoon.

Karahna aur teez ho gaya, aur maine Mukesh ki awaaz suni, darwaze ke through dheemi lekin saaf, uska naam pukarta hua, “Raani… Raani…” Main soch raha tha ki woh uska jawab kyun nahi de rahi.
Kya woh darr gayi thi? Tab mujhe samajh aaya—woh usse baat nahi kar raha tha; woh khud se baat kar raha tha, bathroom mein akela.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, oh, main tujhe itna bura chahna chahta hoon. Tere stan, woh itne perfect hain, itne bade aur gol. Main unhe chhoone, apne haathon mein mehsus karne ke baare mein sochna band nahi kar sakta.”

Mujhe yeh gande shabd ka asli matlab nahi pata tha, lekin woh galat, gande lage, jaise bade logon ko aisa nahi kehna chahiye. Maine Mummy ki taraf dekha, aur unki aankhein badi ho gayi, unka right haath unke muh par gaya jaise woh hairaan thi.

Lekin phir, unke hoth thodi si muskurahat mein badle, sirf ek pal ke liye, phir unka chehra wapas hairani mein badal gaya. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki yeh kya ho raha tha ya woh kyun muskurayi.

Kya woh yeh sun kar khush thi? Kya woh darr rahi thi? Woh wahan kyun khadi thi, sun rahi thi? Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, mera seena uljhan se kasa hua. Mukesh ki awaaz chalu rahi, dheemi aur teevra.

Mukesh (khud se): “Main plan banane wala hoon, Raani, main ek din teri chut chahunga. Main tujhe tere pati, Aarav, se door le jaunga. Woh teri jaisi aurat ke layak nahi, jaise main hoon.”

Mummy ki aankhein aur badi ho gayi, unka haath abhi bhi muh par tha, unki saans throat mein atak gayi. Woh hairaan lag rahi thi, unka sharir akad gaya, lekin woh dheemi si muskurahat phir se chamki, jaise woh khud ko rok na saki.

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aise kyun react kar rahi thi, ek pal muskurati aur doosre pal hairaan. Mukesh ke shabd kharab the, jaise woh Papa ko chot pahunchana chahta tha ya Mummy ko le jana chahta tha.

Isse mera pet ghum gaya, aur main unka baazu pakad kar unhe darwaze se door khinchne chahta tha. Shower ka pani chalta raha, lekin ek aur awaaz aayi, ek gandi awaaz, jaise koi tezi se kuch geela ragad raha ho ya koi muth maar raha ho.

Yeh pani se bhi zyada teez thi, ek rhythmic, chipchipi awaaz, jaise koi mard apna lund ragad raha ho muth maarte waqt. Mummy ka chehra badal gaya—woh samajh gayi thi kya ho raha hai, unki aankhein thodi si chhoti ho gayi, lekin woh hili nahi, unka kaan abhi bhi darwaze par laga tha.

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki Mummy aise chupke se kisi doosre aadmi ke nahaane ki awaaz sunengi jab woh uska naam le raha ho. Kya unme kuch galat tha? Ya main kuch samajh nahi raha tha?

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, mujhe teri badi moti gaand pasand hai. Maine Holi ke dauraan teri saree ke upar uski narmi mehsus ki, itni garam aur poori. Main teri gaand ki boo soonghna chahta hoon, bas iske baare mein sochne se main pagal ho raha hoon.”

Mujhe pata tha uska “gaand” se kya matlab tha, aur isse mujhe bimar sa laga, mera dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha ki laga woh phat jayega. Kya woh sach mein meri Mummy ki gaand ke baare mein baat kar raha tha?

Uski baatein itni saaf, itni gandi thi, unki badi gaand ki taareef karte hue jaise woh uska malik ban jana chahta ho. 

Maine Mummy ki taraf dekha, aur woh hasne ki koshish kar rahi thi, unke hoth hil rahe the jab woh apna kaan darwaze se aur kareeb lagayi, unka chehra hairani aur mazaak ka mishran. Woh aise kyun muskurayi? Iska koi matlab nahi tha.

Mukesh muth maar raha tha jab woh yeh sab shabd khud se keh raha tha jab usse pata tha ki meri Mummy uske ghar mein hai. 

Mujhe pata tha woh jaan-bujhkar aisa kar raha tha taki Mummy use sun sake.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, main jaanta hoon teri gaand ki boo achhi hai, main usme apna lund daal dena chahta hoon. Main use pakadna chahta hoon, use chauda karna chahta hoon, aur use zor se chahna chahta hoon. Main usse apna banaunga, Raani, teri gaand ke saath aise kaam karunga jo tu sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakti.”

Jab Mummy ne suna ki Mukesh unki gaand chahne wala hai, unhone peeche haath badhaya aur apni gaand ko chhua, unki ungliyan saree par jahan yeh uske gol-mol shape par chipki thi, wahan se guzri.
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aisa kyun kar rahi thi—kya woh nervous thi? 

Darti thi? Sharminda thi? Unka haath ek pal ke liye ruka, phir saree ke upar unke chut ke area par gaya, dheeme se dabaya jab woh sunti rahi, unka kaan abhi bhi darwaze par.

Main abhi bhi unke peeche tha, aur unhe nahi pata tha ki main wahan hoon, unki har harkat dekh raha tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki yeh kya ho raha tha. 

Woh apne aap ko aise kyun chhoo rahi thi? Woh ek saath muskurayi aur hairaan kyun thi? Mera dimaag chakkar kha raha tha, aur mujhe darr laga, Mukesh ke gande shabdon aur Mummy ke ajeeb vyavhaar se uljhan mein.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, teri gaand perfect hai, main use apne dimaag se nikaal nahi sakta. Main usme khud ko dafna dena chahta hoon, use apne khilaaf mehsus karna chahta hoon. Main tujhe ek din paa lunga, tujhe poora, aur yeh wajah ke laayak hoga.”

Mummy ka haath unke chut ke area par ruka, unki ungliyan thodi si kaanpti hui, unka chehra abhi bhi woh hairani aur dheemi, chamakti muskurahat ka mishran dikha raha tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki yeh kya ho raha tha.

Mera dil dhadakta raha, aur mujhe darr aur uljhan ka mishran mehsus hua. Mukesh ke shabd itne gande the, aur Mummy apne aap ko itna alag dikhati thi, darwaze ke paas chupke se sunti hui aise.

Main unhe pukarna chahta tha, kehna chahta tha ki humein jana chahiye, lekin main sthir tha, mere pair farsh par chipke hue. Tab, kuch bahut hairaan karne wala hua

[Waseem990]

Good one 

[Saima Naaz]

Zabardast aur jhakkas update

[Mahendra_]

[Arup manna]

Bro jaldi updete dijiyega bohot badiya story hai. Bete ke samne ma ki chudai karo. Bete ko humilated karo. Bete ko guilt feel ho or maja vi aye. Reply dena bro coment ka

[abhishek.kumar]

Next update please

[Mahendra_]

[ltr]Agli subah, sooraj bas ug raha tha, uski halki sunahri roshni khidki se aa rahi thi, mitti ki deewaron par chhaya daal rahi thi. Maa mere paas khadi thi, aur woh pehle se bhi zyada sundar lag rahi thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Uski peeli saree uske sudol sharir ko gale laga rahi thi, uske bade stan aur bhari gaand bahar ubhre hue the, kapda uske gol, bhare hue akaar ko aur nikhaar raha tha. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Uska naya hairstyle maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha, uske lambe baal ek tight choti mein bandhe the, chehre ke paas kuch dhile baal usse taza, lagbhag glamorous look de rahe the. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Uske hothon par gehri, kaali-laal lipstick thi, jo uski aam halki rangon se zyada bold thi, aur usne makeup kiya tha—aankhon mein kaajal, gaalon par halka blush—jo usse aisi chamak de raha tha jaisa maine pehle nahi dekha, yahan tak ki jab papa ghar par the tab bhi nahi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Woh aisi lag rahi thi jaise kisi bade tyohar ya shadi ke liye tayyar ho, na ki bas gaon ke ek aur din ke liye. Uska naya look itna alag, itna attractive tha, ki mujhe hairani hui ki yeh kya ho raha hai. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Raj, uth ja, hamein jana hai! Chal, sone ka raja, din shuru ho chuka hai. Aaj hamein zaruri kaam karna hai! [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Maa, itni subah kyun utha rahi ho? Mukesh ji ke ghar phir kyun jana hai? Aisa nahi ki Holi ya koi maza wala din hai. [/ltr]

[ltr]Maa: Hum Mukesh ji ki madad karne ja rahe hain, Raj. Unhe ghar mein safai ki zarurat hai, aur maine wada kiya tha ki main madad karungi. Bas jaldi se tayyar ho ja aur chup raho! [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Ruk, Maa, main uth gaya! Wahan jana boring hai, main nahi jana chahta. Kya hum yahan ruk kar kuch aur nahi kar sakte? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Jaldi kar, Raj. Kapde pehen aur nashta kha. Hum jaldi wapas aa jayenge, wada hai. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Woh kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, uski gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, saree uske sudol akaar ko aur dikha rahi thi. Main bister se khud ko ghaseet kar utha, pair bhari the, aur table par chala gaya jahan Maa ne garam parathe aur ek katori dahi rakha tha. [/ltr]


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[ltr]Maine khana shuru kiya, parathe ka buttery swad dil ko sukoon de raha tha, lekin meri nazar baar-baar Maa par ja rahi thi. Woh chhote sheeshe ke paas khadi thi, apna reflection dekh rahi thi, aisa focus maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Usne apne baal theek kiye, dhile baal kaan ke peeche lagaye, aur sar ghuma kar apni choti ko perfect dekha, uski chamak subah ki roshni mein chhilk rahi thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Phir usne apne blouse par haath dabaye, apne bade stan ko upar dhakela taaki woh aur bade lage, tight kapde mein cleavage aur gehri ho gayi. [/ltr]

[ltr]Usne saree ko kamar par kasa, kapda kheench kar tight kiya taaki uski sudol gaand aur dikhayi de, uska gol, masedar akaar bahar ubhar raha tha. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Mujhe pata tha ki auraten kabhi-kabhi aisa purushon ka dhyan khichne ke liye karti hain. Papa muskurate the jab Maa unke liye sajti thi—lekin ab mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh kiske liye saj rahi thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main nahi chahta tha ki yeh Mukesh ke liye ho, khas kar kal raat ke baad, jab maine uske bathroom mein woh gande shabd sune, usne Maa ke stan, chut, aur gaand ke bare mein gandi baatein ki thi, aur uske gande bedroom mein sperm jaise daag, crumpled tissues, aur porn magazines dekhe the. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Lekin Maa ka naya look—makeup, gehri lipstick, tight saree—ne yeh soch door karna mushkil kar diya. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Humne nashta khatam kiya, aur Maa ne apna purse uthaya, uske haath jaldi aur utsaah se chal rahe the. “Chal, Raj,” usne kaha, saree ko ek baar aur theek karte hue. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Hum gaon ki galiyon mein nikle, subah ki hawa thandi aur taza thi, dhool bhari raaste shant the, bas kuch awara kutton ke alawa jo idhar-udhar soongh rahe the.  [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa ki saree chalte waqt swish-swish karti thi, uski badi gaand hil rahi thi, kapda uske akaar ko aur dikha raha tha. [/ltr]

[ltr]Woh nervous lekin excited lag rahi thi, uske kadam aam se zyada teez the, haath purse ke strap se khel rahe the. Main peeche chalta raha, pathron ko thokarta hua, mera dimaag is baat par atka tha ki woh Mukesh ke ghar wapas kyun itni utaavli thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Kal raat jo maine suna—uske Maa ke sharir ke bare mein gandi baatein, uski masturbation ki awaaz, aur Maa ka ajeeb reaction, muskurana aur khud ko chhoona—mujhe uspar bharosa nahi tha. Woh aisa kyun behave kar rahi thi jaise yeh normal hai? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Hum Mukesh ke ghar pahunch gaye, uska lamba gate aur marigold ka neat garden ab bhi impressive tha, lekin samne ka darwaza band tha.  [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa ne purse se chabi nikali, uski ungliyan teez aur pakki thi, aur mujhe yaad aaya ki kal Mukesh ne kaha tha ki woh aaj kaam par hoga, isliye usne Maa ko chabi di thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa ka chehra chabi pakadte hi chamak utha, uski aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi, jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. Woh almost giddy lag rahi thi, jaise uska darwaza kholna koi khaas baat ho, uski gehri lipstick subah ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi jab woh muskurayi. [/ltr]

[ltr]Yeh ajeeb tha—woh itni khush thi jitni maine use dinon mein nahi dekha, yahan tak ki jab woh papa ke liye sajti thi tab bhi nahi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Maa, hum yahan phir kyun aaye? Is ghar mein badboo aati hai, sach mein gandi. Main andar nahi jana chahta. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Raj, aisi baat mat kar! Kisi ke ghar ke bare mein badboo bolna rude hai, aur main yeh nahi sunungi. Main isse saaf karungi aur achha karungi, toh behave kar. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Lekin sach hai, Maa. Yeh badboo bhut gandi hai, jaise kuch dirty. Hum uski madad kyun karte rehte hain? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Bas kar, Raj. Mukesh ji achhe insaan hain, aur unhe humari madad chahiye. Shor mat macha aur andar aa. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Usne chabi ghumayi, click hua, aur darwaza khola, uska chehra naram ho gaya jab woh andar chali. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Mukesh ji itne acche hain, hamesha gaon ke liye kuch karte hain. Unka ghar sundar hai, aur hum isse aur behtar banayenge. Unhe ek saaf, khush ghar chahiye, nahi? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Woh thik hain, shayad. Lekin badboo ab bhi hai. Kya hum kaam khatam kar ke ghar ja sakte hain? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Dekhenge, Raj. Mukesh ji humari madad ki kadar karte hain, aur main achha kaam karna chahti hoon. Chup raho aur mere saath reh. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Jab hum andar gaye, ek tez, khatti badboo hamein lagi, jaise sookha sperm, bilkul waisa hi jaise kal uske bedroom mein dekha tha—daag wali chadaron aur gande magazines ke saath. [/ltr]

[ltr]Mujhe pata tha Mukesh kal raat masturbate kar raha tha, Maa ke stan, chut, aur gaand ke bare mein gandi baatein bol raha tha, shayad usne Maa aur un pictures wali auraton ke bare mein socha hoga. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Yeh badboo meri naak ko chubh rahi thi, main apna muh dhakna chahta tha, lekin Maa ko koi farak nahi pada. Woh living room mein khadi thi, aankhein band karke gehri saans le rahi thi, jaise use yeh badboo pasand ho, uske chehre par chhoti, khush wali muskaan thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main use dekhta raha, shock mein. Woh is badboo ko kaise pasand kar sakti thi? Yeh ganda tha, jaise kuch sada hua ya ganda, aur isse mera pet ghoom raha tha. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Maa, kya tumhe yeh badboo nahi aati? Itni gandi hai, jaise kuch gross. Tumhe yeh kaise pasand hai? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Mujhe toh achhi lagti hai, Raj. Is ghar mein ek garam, lived-in si khushboo hai. Tu bas soch raha hai, silly. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Nahi, Maa, yeh bhut gandi hai! Jaise kuch… dirty, sach mein bura. Tum kaise bol sakti ho ki yeh achhi hai? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Yeh jaise jannat hai, Raj. Tu chhota hai, samajh nahi sakta, lekin yeh achhi khushboo hai. Relax kar, koi baat nahi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa ke muh se “jannat” sun kar main shock ho gaya. Yeh gandi badboo? Baat samajh nahi aayi. Woh fridge ke paas gayi, ek dahi nikali, aur mujhe di. [/ltr]

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[ltr]“Yeh kha,” usne kaha, muskurate hue, uski gehri lipstick uske daanton ko aur safed dikha rahi thi. Mujhe dahi pasand aayi, lekin ghar ab bhi ganda tha—sink mein gande bartan, zameen par kapde bikhre, aur woh gandi badboo har cheez se chipki hui thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main kursi par baitha, dahi kha raha tha, Maa ko living room saaf karte dekhta raha, uski gaand har harkat mein hil rahi thi, saree uske sudol akaar ko dikha rahi thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh Mukesh aur is gande ghar ke liye itni obsessed kyun thi. [/ltr]

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[ltr]Woh uski taareef kyun kar rahi thi jaise woh koi mahaan aadmi ho? Kal raat ke baad—uske gande shabd Maa ke sharir ke bare mein, uski masturbation ki awaaz, aur Maa ka ajeeb reaction, muskurana aur khud ko chhoona—mujhe uspar bilkul bharosa nahi tha. Woh yahan itni normal kyun behave kar rahi thi? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Main: Maa, kya hum yahan raat bhar rahenge? Main rehna nahi chahta, yeh badboo bhut zyada hai. Kya hum kaam khatam kar ke ghar ja sakte hain? [/ltr]

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[ltr]Maa: Dekhenge, Raj. Yeh is baat par depend karta hai ki main aaj kitna kaam karti hoon. Abhi iski chinta mat kar, bas apna dahi kha. [/ltr]

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