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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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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

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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!

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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

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[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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[Mahendra_]

Us shaam, main aur Maa ghar jaane ke liye tayyar the, badboo se thak gaye the aur Mukesh ke bare mein uneasy the, kyunki kal raat maine bathroom mein uski gandi baatein suni thi. Achanak, Mukesh ne haath badhaya aur Maa ka haath pakda, uski pakad naram lekin mazboot thi, uski aankhein Maa par tiki thi, ek aisi nazar se jo mujhe samajh nahi aayi. 
 
Mukesh: Rani, itni jaldi kyun jana hai? Tum yahan reh sakti ho, pata hai, yahan dher saari jagah hai. Tumhare hone se yeh ghar zinda lagta hai. 
 
Maa: Mukesh ji, hamein ab ghar jana hai. Raj ko sona hai, aur mujhe Ma ke ghar kaam hai. Shukriya, lekin hum nahi reh sakte. 
 
Mukesh: Are, Rani, thodi der aur ruk jao. Mujhe company chahiye, aur Raj yahan khel sakta hai. Itni raat toh nahi hui, hai na? 
 
Maa: Aapka dil bada hai, Mukesh ji, lekin Raj ko aaram chahiye. Aur ghar ja kar khana bhi banana hai. Shayaad kabhi aur, thik hai? 
 
Mukesh: Rani, tum sab ke liye itna kaam karti ho. Yahan ruk kar thoda relax kyun nahi karti? Main tumhara khayal rakhoonga, tumhe pata hai. 
 
Maa: Main dil se kadar karti hoon, sach mein, lekin meri zimmedariyan hain. Raj aur mera ek routine hai, main use tod nahi sakti. Hum aur din madad karne aayenge. 
 
Mukesh: Thik hai, Rani, lekin zara ruk jao. Tumhare liye kuch laane do pehle, bas ek second lagega, wada hai. 
Usne Maa ka haath chhoda aur bedroom ki taraf tezi se chala gaya, uske kadmon ki awaaz hall mein goonj rahi thi. Maa darwaze ke paas khadi thi, purse haath mein, thodi confused lag rahi thi. Mujhe kabhi samajh nahi aaya ki Maa usse haath kyun pakadne deti thi. 
 
Main: Maa, usne rukne kyun kaha? Woh kya la raha hai? Kya hum ab zyada der rahenge? 
 
Maa: Pata nahi, Raj. Shayad humari madad ke liye kuch dena chahta hai. Thodi der rukte hain, dekhte hain, zyada waqt nahi lagega. 
 
Mukesh wapas aaya, ek chhota, sundar box haath mein, jo door se bhi mehnga lag raha tha. Box kaala tha, sone ke border wala, us par nazuk design the jo lantern ki roshni mein chamak rahe the. 
 
Usne box Maa ko diya, uski muskaan garam lekin intense thi, uski nazar Maa ke bade stan par thodi der tak ruki jab unhone box liya. 
 
Mukesh: Rani, yeh tumhare liye hai. Tum roz meri itni madad karti ho, kitni achhi ho. Ise kholo, mujhe tumhara chehra dekhna hai jab tum khologe. 
 
Maa: Mukesh ji, yeh kis liye? Aapko kuch dene ki zarurat nahi thi. Is box mein kya hai? 
 
Mukesh: Bas kholo, Rani. Yeh tumhare mehnat ke liye chhota sa shukriya hai. Tum iske layak ho, bharosa karo. 
 
Maa ne purse neeche rakha, Mukesh ki taraf dekha, uske haath thodi si kaanp rahe the jab usne box khola.  
 
Maine dekha Mukesh uske sudol stan ko ghoor raha tha, uski nazar wahan tiki thi, lekin Maa ne notice nahi kiya, woh box par focus thi. 
 
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Uske ungliyon ne box ka dhakkan uthaya, aur woh dheeme se chhoti si awaaz nikali. Andar ek necklace tha, chhote-chhote heeron wala sone ka, itna chamakdar ki lag raha tha jaise humare paas ki har cheez se zyada mehnga ho. 
 
Chain nazuk thi, dil ke shape ka pendant tha jo taaron ki tarah chamak raha tha. Maa ki aankhein badi ho gayi, muh khula, aur woh aisi lag rahi thi jaise rone wali ho, uska chehra anmol tha, necklace ki mehengai se overwhelmed. 
 
Maa: Mukesh ji, main yeh nahi le sakti. Yeh bhut zyada hai, bhut mehnga hai. Please, wapas le lo, main iske layak nahi hoon. 
 
Mukesh: Nahi, Rani, main wapas nahi loonga. Yeh tumhare madad ka inaam hai, tumne mera ghar phir se ghar banaya. Rakh lo, yeh tumhara hai. 
 
Maa: Lekin yeh bhut costly hai, Mukesh ji. Maine bas thodi si safai ki, bas. Yeh… iske liye bhut zyada hai. 
 
Mukesh: Maine yeh tumhare liye kharida, Rani, kyunki tum khaas ho. Tumne socha bhi nahi jitna kiya, aur main apna shukriya dikhana chahta tha. Please, wapas mat do, yeh tumhare liye bana hai. 
 
Uske shabdon mein kuch gehra tha, jaise yeh necklace bas shukriya nahi, balki romantic gift tha, lekin mujhe pura samajh nahi aaya.  
 
Mukesh ka zor dene ka tareeka mujhe laga ki woh dil ka achha hai, meri shak ke bawajood—bathroom wali baat, uska ganda bedroom. 
 
Shayad main galat tha use pervert soch kar. Woh Maa ki parwah karta lagta tha, aur yeh gift itna bada tha. 
 
Main: Maa, tumhe yeh rakh lena chahiye. Yeh sach mein sundar hai, aur Mukesh ji chahte hain ki tum rakho. Chal na, rakh lo! 
 
Maa: Raj, tu sure hai? Mukesh ji, main… mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha kya bolun. Agar Raj ko thik lagta hai, toh shayad mujhe rakhna padega. 
 
Mukesh: Bilkul, Rani, Raj ki baat suno. Yeh tum par perfect lagega, aur mujhe khushi hai ki tum rakh rahi ho. Main ise pehnane mein madad karoon, yeh aur sundar lagega. 
 
Maa: Shukriya, Mukesh ji, aap bhut acche hain. Maine aisa kuch pehle kabhi nahi rakha. Main kaise shukriya ada karoon, pata nahi. 
 
Mukesh ne Maa ke haathon se necklace liya, uski ungliyan unke haathon ko chhoo rahi thi, aur ishara kiya ki woh ghume. Maa ne ghuma, aur woh paas aaya, necklace pehnane ke liye tayyar. 
Maine dekha woh Maa ke khule kandhon ko ghoor raha tha, uski aankhein intense thi, itna paas khada tha ki uska groin Maa ki badi gaand ko chhoo raha tha.  
 
Maa ne uski saans apne kandhon par mehsoos ki aur thodi si kaanp gayi, jaise thand ho, uska sharir ek pal ke liye tight ho gaya. 
 
Uska itna paas hona ajeeb laga, lekin mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya. 
 
Mukesh: Rani, kyun kaap rahi ho? Itni thand toh nahi hai yahan, hai na? Bas relax karo, main yeh ek second mein pehna doonga. 
 
Maa: Oh, kuch nahi, Mukesh ji, bas thodi si sardi lagi. Aapki saans thandi lagi, bas. Yeh karne ke liye shukriya. 
 
Mukesh ne apne haath Maa ke kandhon par rakhe, uski awaaz naram thi. “Relax, Rani,” usne kaha, aur maine dekha Maa ka chehra badla, jaise usne kuch naya mehsoos kiya.  
 
Yeh pehli baar tha ki maine kisi aur mard ko Maa ko aise chhote hue dekha mere saamne, aur isse mera pet ajeeb sa laga. 
 
Usne necklace uske sar ke upar se laaya, usse chhati ki taraf neeche kiya, aur jab use set kiya, uski ungliyan jaan bujhkar Maa ke stan ko chhoo gayi.  
 
Pehle to mujhe laga galti se, lekin maine notice kiya ki usne jaan bujhkar kiya, uska haath wahan ruka tha. 
 
Woh apna groin Maa ki naram gaand par jaan bujhkar daba raha tha aur Maa bilkul nahi hil rahi thi. 

 
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Yeh normal nahi laga, lekin maine soch ko dhakel diya, abhi bhi soch raha tha ki necklace ka matlab hai woh achha hai.  
 
Mukesh apna chehra Maa ke gaal ke side mein laaya, muskurata hua, aur Maa ne aankhein band ki—romantic tarah se nahi, balki jaise use yakeen nahi tha ki itna mehnga gift mila. 
 
Usne Maa ke stan ko dheere-dheere chhota ja raha tha jab necklace bandh raha tha, uska groin abhi bhi gaand par dab raha tha, aur finally clasp bandh karke, usne Maa ko apne taraf ghumaya. 
 
Mukesh: Kaisa lagta hai, Rani? Yeh tum par perfect hai, jaise maine socha tha. Tum isse aur chamakdaar banati ho. 
 
Maa: Yeh… yeh sundar hai, Mukesh ji, lekin main… mujhe kuch bolna nahi aa raha. Itna fancy pehen kar awkward lag raha hai. Shukriya, sach mein, yeh bhut zyada hai. 
 
Mukesh: Tum iske layak ho, Rani, jo kuch bhi kiya uske liye. Tum jaisi aurat ko hamesha sundar cheeze honi chahiye. Yeh zyada nahi, tumhare liye bilkul thik hai. 
 
Maa: Main kaise shukriya karoon, Mukesh ji, pata nahi. Yeh dil se bahut bada hai, honestly. Main iski kadar karungi, wada hai. 


 
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Maa peeche hati, uska chehra laal ho gaya, aur usne kaha, “Phir se shukriya,” uski awaaz naram thi. Woh awkward lag rahi thi, jaise ab use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki behave kaise kare. 
 
Main: Mukesh ji, mera prize kahan hai? Maa ko kuch cool mila, mera kya? Aapne mere liye kuch liya? 
 
Mukesh: Bilkul, Raj, main tujhe bhoola nahi! Ek minute, main apne kamre se kuch laata hoon. Yahan ruk, abhi aata hoon. 
 
Mukesh tezi se bedroom ki taraf gaya, aur jab woh gaya, Maa ne necklace pakda, uski ungliyan heeron par chal rahi thi, uski aankhein hairani se badi thi. 
 
Woh overwhelmed thi, necklace ko haathon mein ghuma rahi thi, jaise pagal aurat ki tarah uski keemat laga rahi thi, jaise use yakeen nahi tha ki yeh uska hai. 
 
Woh ise pakde rakhi, chamakdar pendant ko dekhti rahi, pehle toh jaise nahi chahti thi, lekin ab, Mukesh ke kamre se bahar hone par, woh khush lag rahi thi, uska chehra utsaah se chamak raha tha. 
 
Jab usne Mukesh ke kadmon ki awaaz suni, woh jaldi se seedhi khadi ho gayi, haath neeche kiye, jaise abhi necklace dekh nahi rahi thi. 
 
 Mukesh mere liye ek box le kar wapas aaya, aur jab maine khola, maine dekha ek Star Wars suit—mera favorite show ka pura costume, lightsaber aur mask ke saath. 
 
Mera dil uchal pada; mujhe Star Wars pasand tha, aur yeh ab tak ka sabse cool gift tha. Main chillaya, aur Maa ne taali bajayi, uska chehra mere liye chamak utha. 
 
Main: Wow, Mukesh ji, yeh toh mast hai! Star Wars mera favorite hai! Bhut shukriya! 
 
Maa: Dekh, Raj, yeh tujh par perfect hai! Mukesh ji, aap bhut acche hain, use aise bigad rahe hain. Ab yeh hamesha yahi pehnega. 
 
Mukesh: Mujhe khushi hai ki tujhe pasand aaya, Raj. Tu itna achha baccha hai, tu iske layak hai. Rani, tera beta bhut pyara hai. 
 
Main: Yeh ab tak ka best gift hai! Kya main abhi pehen sakta hoon, Maa? Mukesh ji, aap toh bhut cool hain! 
 
Maa: Shayad ghar par, Raj, ab raat ho rahi hai. Phir se shukriya, Mukesh ji, sab kuch ke liye. Ab hamein chalna chahiye. 
 
Mukesh: Alvida, Rani, Raj, lekin jaldi wapas aana. Tum dono ne mera din itna achha kar diya. Tum dono ke bina yeh ghar khali lagta hai. 
 
Main: Bye, Mukesh ji! Star Wars suit ke liye shukriya! Main wapas aaoonga jab yeh pehnoonga toh dikhane. 
Maa aur Mukesh ke beech kuch ajeeb tha jab humne alvida kaha. Woh Maa ko baar-baar wink kar raha tha, uski muskaan badi thi, aur Maa ne wink nahi kiya lekin dheere se muskurayi, uski aankhein idhar-udhar chali gayi. 
 
Aisa laga jaise woh ek secret share kar rahe the jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. 
 
Mukesh: Rani, main chahta hoon tum yahan aksar aao. Is ghar ko tumhari zarurat hai, aur mujhe tumhari company achhi lagti hai. Jaldi wapas aaogi na? 
 
Maa: Dekhenge, Mukesh ji. Ghar par kaam hai, lekin jab ho sakega tab madad karungi. Aaj ke liye shukriya, yeh… khaas tha. 
 
Hum nikle, gaon ki galiyon se hote hue, raat ki hawa thandi aur shant thi. Us raat, Nani ke ghar par, main living room mein tha, apna Star Wars suit try kar raha tha, lightsaber ghuma raha tha, aur Jedi jaisa mehsoos kar raha tha. 
 
Maa apne bedroom mein chali gayi, keh kar ki woh thak gayi hai. Maine notice kiya usne darwaza band kiya, jo ajeeb tha—woh hamesha darwaza khula rakhti thi jab main jaag raha hota tha. 
 
Curious hoke maine pukara, “Maa, aa rahi ho?” aur usne jawab diya, “Aa rahi hoon, Raj, ek minute!” Lekin minute guzar gaye, aur woh nahi aayi. 
 
Main lightsaber ghumata raha, lekin jab woh der tak nahi aayi, maine check karne ka socha. Main uske darwaze tak gaya aur dekha ki lock laga tha, jisse mera pet ajeeb sa laga. 
 
Darwaza lock kyun tha? Maine apna chehra keyhole par lagaya aur andar dekha. Maa sheeshe ke saamne nangi khadi thi, uski saree zameen par thi, woh necklace chhati par lagaye thi, lantern ki roshni mein use ghuma rahi thi. 
 
Woh ise dekh rahi thi, uski aankhein badi, chehre par muskaan, jaise yeh usne kabhi dekha sabse precious cheez ho. Maine apne aap se poocha ki woh nangi kyun khadi thi, necklace ko aise kyun dekh rahi thi. 
 

[Mahendra_]

Us din ke baad, jab necklace aur mera Star Wars suit mila, Nani ke ghar mein sab kuch alag lagne laga. Maa, Rekha, zyada khush lagti thi, uski muskaan aur chamakdar thi, lekin kuch galat tha, jaise uski aankhon mein koi raaz chhupa ho. Ek dopahar, hum living room mein the, purana TV Star Wars dikhata tha, Luke Skywalker aur Darth Vader ki lightsaber ladai chal rahi thi.

Mujhe pata tha ki Papa ka call tha kyunki Maa ki awaaz badal gayi—naram, seductive, ek aisi garmi bhari thi jo usse phone par Papa ko hasane ke liye use karti thi, aisa tone jo Papa ko khush karta tha.

Uski peeli saree uske sudol sharir se chipki thi, uske bade stan tight blouse ke khilaf dab rahe the, uski curvy gaand dheere se hil rahi thi jab woh purane sofa par leti thi, uski dhili choti kandhe par ek resham ki ribbon ki tarah latak rahi thi.

Is waqt tak Maa ne apna phone number Mukesh ko nahi diya tha, toh woh nahi ho sakta tha. Maine TV ka volume kam kiya, uski baatein sunne ke liye utaavla, lekin woh itni dheere bol rahi thi, almost sexy aur intimate whisper mein, ki mujhe Papa ki awaaz bilkul nahi sunai di, bas uske jawab, har shabd mein ek masti bhari lagaav.

Maa: Oh, honey, mujhe maaf kardo, main itni busy thi. Ma ke ghar ke kaam mujhe pura din bhagaye rakhte hain, tumhe pata hai yahan kaisa hai. Main tumhare calls miss nahi karna chahti thi, meri jaan, kasam se.

Papa: …………

Maa: Nahi, baby, aisa bilkul nahi hai, wada hai. Main safayi, khana banane, sab sambhalne mein ulajh gayi hoon. Main zyada call karungi, thik hai, sweetheart, sirf tumhare liye?

Papa: …………

Maa: Haan, darling, tum sahi ho, main thodi distracted thi. Bas Raj aur yahan ke kaam ke sath thodi si uljhan hai. Main tumhare liye waqt nikaalungi, meri dil ki dhadkan, wada hai.

Maa: Main thik hoon, tumhe itna miss karti hoon ki dard hota hai. I love you too, honey, hamesha aur hamesha ke liye. Alvida, jaldi baat karenge, meri jaan.

Call khatam hua, aur Maa ne phone neeche rakha, uske chamakdar hoth khule, chehra thoda laal, guilt aur ek ajeeb, garam chamak ka mix tha, uske stan har dheemi saans ke sath upar niche ho rahe the.

Aisa laga jaise Papa naraaz the, shayad shikayat kar rahe the ki Maa unke calls nahi utha rahi ya baat nahi kar rahi thi, aur uske kaam ke bahaane thode weak lage, jaise woh kuch gehra chhupa rahi ho.

Maine TV ka volume wapas bada kiya, lekin meri nazar us par tiki rahi, uski saree uski badi gaand ko gher rahi thi, uska posture ek sensual confidence dikha raha tha jo mujhe pura samajh nahi aaya.

Main: Maa, woh kaun tha? Papa the? Woh kya bol rahe the?

Maa: Woh tere Papa the, Raj. Woh isliye upset hain kyunki maine unke calls zyada nahi uthaye hain aajkal. Maine kaha ki yahan madad karte hue busy thi, bas.

Main: Woh gussa kyun hain? Kya tumne kuch galat kiya? Tum unhe zyada call kyun nahi karti?

Maa: Aisa nahi hai, Raj, main bas kaam mein dubi thi. Mukesh ji ke ghar madad aur yahan ka kaam mera sara waqt le leta hai. Kya main busy thi, Raj, tujhe nahi lagta?

Main: Haan, Maa, tum hamesha Mukesh ji ke ghar hoti ho. Shayad tum sach bol rahi ho. Lekin Papa ghar kab aayenge?

Maa: Unka kaam extend ho gaya, toh woh do mahine aur nahi aayenge. Unhe wahan ek bada project hai, jo zaruri hai. Hum jaldi milenge, chinta mat kar. Actually achha hai ki tere papa yahan nahi hain, unhe zyada kaam karne de.

Main yeh khabar sun kar khush nahi tha. Do mahine aur? Main ghar jana chahta tha—Nani ka ghar boring tha, bas Star Wars aur bahar khelna hi tha karne ko.

Maa ka focus Mukesh par jama tha, yeh stranger, itna ki woh Papa se phone par pehle jaisa flirt bhi nahi karti thi, uski awaaz mein woh masti aur teasing spark nahi thi jo mujhe unke Kovalam honeymoon planning ke calls mein yaad thi.

Yeh uske Papa se baaton ko affect kar raha tha, jaise uska dimaag kahin aur bhatak raha ho, kisi naye allure mein phasa ho. Lekin mujhe zyada parwah nahi thi—main Star Wars mein khoya tha, epic battles mujhe screen par wapas kheench rahe the, meri lightsaber fantasies ne mujhe gher liya.

Agle kuch dinon mein, Maa ka sensual routine aur intense ho gaya. Woh har subah makeup karti thi—gehri, chamakdar lipstick jo uske hothon ko bhara aur inviting dikhati thi, kaajal uski aankhon ko smoldering banata tha, blush uske gaalon ko aise highlight karta tha jaise desire ka halka flush ho.

Uski saree pehle se bhi zyada tight thi, uske bade stan aur curvy gaand se chipki hui, uske hips provocatively hilte the jab bhi hum Mukesh ke ghar jaate, har kadam ek jaan bujhkar ka performance, jaise woh kisi ko attract karne ke liye saj rahi ho, jaise woh Papa ke romantic moments ke liye karti thi.

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Uska Mukesh ke sath rishta aur nazdeek ho gaya, almost zyada intimate. Main aksar use uske ghar par dhundta jab woh Nani ke ghar nahi hoti.
Woh verandah par baithte, unki thighs ek doosre ko chhooti, unki hansi naram aur private hoti, Maa ka haath kabhi-kabhi uske paas rakha hota jab woh baat karte.

Mujhe koi shak nahi tha; Mukesh necklace aur Star Wars suit dene ke baad kind laga, toh main socha woh bas close friends hain. Lekin kuch galat laga, ek halka tension jo main samajh nahi paya, jaise koi raaz hawa mein latka ho.

Ek din, main Nani ke ghar ke bahar Star Wars suit mein khel raha tha, apni blue lightsaber ghuma raha tha, imaginary Sith lords ko dramatic style mein kaat raha tha. Maa aur Mukesh andar the, jo ajeeb tha kyunki aaj hum uske ghar nahi the.

Maa bahar aayi, uski saree itni tight thi ki uske voluptuous stan aur badi gaand ka outline dikhta tha, uski gehri lipstick chamak rahi thi jab usne purse adjust kiya, uski choti ek seductive pendulum ki tarah hil rahi thi.




Maa: Raj, main grocery shop ja rahi hoon kuch kharidne. Jaldi wapas aaungi, toh yahin ruk aur khel. Kahin mat bhatakna, thik hai?

Main: Maa, main bhi chaloonga? Mujhe maza aayega, please, mujhe le chalo!

Maa: Nahi, Raj, tu yahin ruk! Mukesh ji andar hain, toh tu akela nahi hai. Mujhse mat argue kar, bas sun.

Main: Thik hai, Maa, fine. Lekin jaldi aana, thik hai? Mujhe apna naya lightsaber move dikhana hai.

Maa chali gayi, uski gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, saree uske curves se chipki thi jaise koi lover ka touch ho, uske hips aise hil rahe the ki gaon ke log ghoor rahe the.




Main khelta raha, lightsaber hawa mein ghumata raha, lekin blue wale se bore ho gaya aur socha andar se red wala laoon taaki thoda change ho.
Main ghar mein gaya, socha Mukesh living room mein hoga, purane sofa par chai ya akhbaar ke sath, uska usual spot. Room khali tha, sofa khali, TV band, hawa mein sannata.

Maine pukara, “Mukesh ji?” lekin jawab nahi aaya, bas ek halki si awaaz hall se aayi. Main uski taraf chala, mere sandal mitti ke farsh par naram awaaz kar rahe the, kitchen dekha—khali, sink mein gande bartan, curry ki halki si khushboo.

Maine Maa ke kamre mein jhanka, lekin andhera tha, bed neatly bana hua, koi nahi. Awaaz aur tez hui jab main bathroom ke paas pahuncha, aur maine pehchana—Mukesh ki groans, low, guttural, aur intense, bilkul us raat uske ghar jaisa.

Mera dil dhadakne laga, curiosity aur unease ka mix tha. Yeh mujhe us bathroom wali baat yaad dilaya, jab usne Maa ka naam liya aur uske stan, chut, aur gaand ke bare mein gandi baatein ki, uski awaaz desire se bhari thi.

Main dheere se aage badha, awaaz na hone di, groans ab clear thi, thodi khuli bathroom door se goonj rahi thi. Maine Mukesh ki awaaz suni, low aur desperate, “Aaahh, Rekha…” Mera pet mud gaya—woh Maa ka naam phir kyun le raha tha?

Main crack se jhanka, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, aur dekha woh wahan khada tha, trousers ghutnon tak neeche, ek haath mein apna mota penis pakda, tezi se ragad raha tha, doosre haath mein Maa ki unwashed white panty thi.

Usne panty ko chehre par dabaya, gehri saans li, aankhein band, groans aur tez hote ja rahe the jab woh khushboo ka maza le raha tha, uska sharir pleasure se hil raha tha.

Mujhe nahi samajh aaya ki woh aisa kyun kar raha tha, lekin mujhe pata tha woh achha aadmi hai—usne hamein gifts diye, toh shayad yeh adults ke liye normal hai. Usne panty bas soonghi nahi; usne chaati, tongue se fabric ko trace kiya, chut wale hisse par focus kiya, uska chehra ecstasy mein twisted.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri chut ki khushboo divine hai, itni rich aur musky, mujhe pagal kar deti hai. Main is khushboo ka deewana hoon, yeh hi sochta rehta hoon. Mujhe tujhe taste karna hai, Rekha, mujhe tujhe bhut zarurat hai.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Oh, Rekha, yeh meri naak mein jannat hai, pure bliss. Teri khushboo addictive hai, mujhe har baar aur gehra kheenchti hai. Ek din main tujhe apna bana loonga, kasam se.

Main shock tha, lekin pehle jaisa nahi, kyunki mujhe pata tha Mukesh achha hai, hai na? Usne apna dick aur tezi se ragda, panty ke chut wale hisse ko chaata, groans aur tez, awaaz desperate jab woh apne aap se bolta tha.

Maine socha yeh shayad adult game hai, kuch jo maine suna tha grown-ups karte hain, lekin yeh galat laga, jaise koi raaz jo kisi ko pata na chale.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, mujhe tujhe har hal mein fuck karna hai, teri chut meri hai. Main har raat tera sapna dekhta hoon, tera sharir mere neeche. Main yeh karwa ke rahunga, chahe kuch bhi ho.

Usne panty ko aggressively naak par dabaya, almost naak ke andar, gehri saans li, jaise uski har nishaan ko consume karna chahta ho. Uske itne intense hone ki wajah nahi samajh aayi, lekin maine laga yeh shayad adults ka tarika hai kisi ko pasand dikhane ka, jaise Maa Papa se flirt karti thi.

Phir usne panty ghumayi, gaand wale hisse ko soongha, naak fabric mein ghusa diya, ek deep, guttural groan ke sath, jisse mera pet mud gaya.
Main disgust ho gaya—yeh bhut weird tha, adult game ke liye bhi, khushboo toh gandi hogi, lekin woh isse pyar karta lagta tha.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri gaand ki khushboo perfect hai, rich aur warm, kisi aur jaisi nahi. Main apna chehra teri gaand mein daal dena chahta hoon, uski softness mehsoos karna chahta hoon. Ek din main teri gaand fuck karoonga, hamesha ke liye apni karoonga.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Yeh khushboo, Rekha, mujhe pagal kar rahi hai, itni gehri aur intoxicating. Mujhe teri gaand taste karni hai, tera har part claim karna hai. Tu hi meri chahat hai, tera har inch.

Main utna shock nahi tha jitna mujhe hona chahiye tha—Mukesh abhi bhi mere dimag mein achha insaan tha, is ajeeb behavior ke bawajood. Woh hil raha tha, apna dick ragadta hua, panty mein khoya, use nahi pata tha main crack se dekh raha hoon.

Yeh panchwi baar tha jab maine use aise dekha, char baar uske ghar, ab yahan Nani ke ghar, hamesha Maa ka naam lete hue, hamesha usi bhuki awaaz mein.

Woh soonghta raha, chut aur gaand wale parts ke beech badalta hua, naak itni zor se dabata tha jaise fabric ko absorb karna chahta ho, haath tezi se chalta, groans aur tez.

Maine socha yeh bas adult game hai, jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyunki main baccha tha, lekin yeh raaz, galat laga. Tabhi bahar se footstep sunai diye, gravel ke neeche shoes ki crunch, aur mujhe pata tha Maa grocery se wapas aa rahi thi.

Maine apne aap se poocha ki kya Maa ko pata chalega, main jaldi bahar chala gaya taaki Maa mujhe bathroom mein dekh na le, phir woh andar aayi aur jo next hua usne mujhe shock kar diya…

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Maa ghar mein aayi, uske haathon mein grocery ke thailon ka bojh, uski peeli saree uske sudol curves ko aise gher rahi thi jaise us par paint kiya ho. Uske bade stan tight blouse ke khilaf dab rahe the, uski curvy gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, kapda uske gol, bhare hue akaar ko dikha raha tha jo gaon mein hamesha logon ka dhyan kheenchta tha. 

Uski gehri lipstick dim lantern ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi, uski dhili choti kandhe par resham ki rassi ki tarah latak rahi thi, uska chehra ek garmi se laal, jo use pehle se bhi zyada sundar dikha raha tha. 

Hawa mein thailon se masalon ki khushboo thi, uske meethi floral perfume ke sath mil kar, living room ko garam, inviting khushboo se bhar rahi thi. Main wahan apne Star Wars suit mein khada tha, blue lightsaber haath mein, TV par Jedi battle pause thi, mera dil abhi bhi bahar khelne se tezi se dhadak raha tha.

Maa: Raj, Mukesh ji kahan hain? Maine socha woh yahan tere sath hain. Kya woh kahin gaye?

Main: Woh bathroom mein hain, Maa. Maine unhe ajeeb awaazein karte suna, jaise kuch kar rahe hain. Kya main ab bahar khelne ja sakta hoon?

Maa: Haan, ja khel, lekin zyada door mat jana. Main Mukesh ji ko check karungi aur yeh groceries rakh doongi. Lightsaber ke sath dhyaan rakhna, thik hai?

Maine sar hilaya aur bahar daud gaya, mere boots porch par thap-thap karte hue jab maine lightsaber ghumaya, dhool bhare aangan mein Darth Vader se ladne ka natak karta hua. Maa andar rahi, aur mujhe thailon ki halki khad-khad sunai di jab usne unhe kitchen counter par rakha, uski harkatein teez lekin careful, jaise woh kisi cheez ke liye utaavli ho. 

Maine zyada nahi socha—woh aajkal ajeeb behave kar rahi thi, hamesha sajti thi, saree tight, makeup bold, jaise kisi ka dhyan kheenchne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Maine socha shayad moms aise hi karti hain kabhi-kabhi, jaise jab woh Papa se phone par flirt karti thi, awaaz naram aur sexy, unhe hasati thi jab woh Kovalam honeymoon trip plan karte the. Lekin ab, woh Mukesh ji ke sath itna waqt bitati thi, aur yeh alag laga, jaise woh yahan ghar se zyada khush ho.

Andar, Maa ne apni saree adjust ki, ise kheench kar tight kiya taaki uske curves aur dikhayi dein, uske stan aur gaand aur ubhre, uske hoth ek sly smile mein mude. Usne Mukesh ki ghurti nazrein notice ki thi, uske haathon ka chhoona jab woh use cheezein deta tha, uski awaaz mein bhookh jab woh uska naam leta tha. Uski aankhon mein ek spark jagi—woh excited thi, shayad utaavli, yeh jaanne ke liye ki Mukesh bathroom mein kya kar raha tha, uske kadam halke jab woh hall se chali, uski heels tiled floor par dheere se click kar rahi thi.

Bathroom ka darwaza thoda khula tha, ek garam roshni dark hallway mein fail rahi thi, low, guttural groans ke sath jo Maa ki nabz teez kar rahe the. Woh ruki, uska haath darwaze ke paas tha, saans ruk gayi jab usne Mukesh ki awaaz suni, desire se bhari, moaning, 

“Aaahh, Rekha…” Usne crack se jhanka, uski aankhein badi ho gayi, ek naram gasp uske hothon se nikla jab usne dekha—trousers ghutnon tak neeche, ek haath mein apna mota, 11-inch penis pakda, tezi se ragadta hua, doosre haath mein uski unwashed white panty. Woh panty ko chehre par dabaye tha, gehri saans le raha tha, aankhein band, groans aur gehre jab woh musky, intoxicating khushboo ka maza le raha tha, uska sharir raw need se kaanp raha tha. 

Maa disgust se nahi hati; uske hothon par ek sly smile faili, ek dheemi hansi dabate hue, uske gaal amusement aur arousal ke mix se laal ho gaye. Woh amazed thi, nahi shock, Mukesh ke obsession ke proof se, uske liye itni intense desire jo use is secret act tak le gayi, yeh revelation uske sharir mein ek thrill bhej raha tha, use powerful aur desired mehsoos kara raha tha.

Mukesh apne fixation mein khoya tha, uski ungliyan panty ke nazuk fabric ko chhoo rahi thi, naak chut wale hisse mein ghusi, meethi, musky khushboo jo wahan thi use soongh raha tha, har saans use apne fantasy mein aur gehra le ja rahi thi. Uski jeebh bahar nikli, fabric ko taste kiya, groans aur tez jab usne wahan chaata, chehra pure ecstasy mein twisted, hips thodi si hil rahi thi jab usne panty ko aur paas dabaya. 

Maa ki smile aur badi ho gayi, dil dhadak raha tha jab usne realize kiya ki woh bas curious nahi—woh usmein consumed tha, uski khushboo, uski essence, yeh discovery use zyada wanted mehsoos karaya jitna usne saalon mein mehsoos nahi kiya, yahan tak ki apne pati ke pyar ke muqable mein. Repulsed hone ke bajaye, usne ek garam rush mehsoos kiya, yeh pasand aaya ki ek aur mard use itna irresistible manta tha, uska sharir aisi fervent desire ka magnet tha.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri chut ki khushboo divine hai, itni rich aur heady, mujhe pagal kar rahi hai. Main ruk nahi sakta, yeh khushboo meri har chahat hai, yeh tu hai. Mujhe tujhe taste karna hai, Rekha, mujhe teri rooh mein chahiye.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Oh, Rekha, yeh jannat hai, teri essence meri senses ko gher rahi hai. Yeh addictive hai, mujhe aur gehra kheenchti hai, main tujhmein doob raha hoon. Ek din main tujhe apna bana loonga, kasam se.

Maa ke haath uski chhati par chale gaye, uski ungliyan blouse ke upar stan ko dheere se massage kar rahi thi, uske nipples kapde ke neeche hard ho rahe the jab woh Mukesh ke bade penis ko dekhti rahi, uska size aur girth use hairani mein daal raha tha. 
Woh size—11 inch, mota, veined, precum se chamakta—uski spine mein shiver bhej raha tha, ek primal curiosity jag rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki yeh uske pati ke muqable kaisa hai. Usne arousal ka surge mehsoos kiya, uski thighs tight ho gayi, sharir us sight par respond kar raha tha, lekin dimaag mein pati ka khayal aaya, guilt ka ek pang jaldi hi uske core mein jama garam pool se doob gaya. 

Usne aankhein thodi der band ki, phir kholi aur aur dekha, nazar Mukesh ke rhythmic strokes par tiki, haath stan ko knead karte hue, saans halki jab usne hoth kaata.

Mukesh apna penis ragadta raha, harkatein teez hoti gayi, groans aur tez, awaaz desperate jab woh apne aap se bolta tha, Rekha ke fantasy mein khoya. Panty uske chehre par itni zor se dabayi thi, naak almost usmein ghusi, jaise woh uski har nishaan ko consume karna chahta ho. Usne chut wale hisse ko phir chaata, jeebh dheemi aur deliberate, musky flavor ka maza lete hue, uska dick uske haath mein twitch kar raha tha.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, mujhe tujhe har hal mein fuck karna hai, teri chut meri hai. Main har raat tera sapna dekhta hoon, tera sharir mere neeche, surrender karta hua. Main yeh karwa doonga, Rekha, chahe kuch bhi ho.

Usne panty ghumayi, gaand wale hisse ko soongha, naak fabric mein gehra ghusa, ek guttural groan ke sath jo chhote bathroom mein goonja, chehra pleasure se twisted. 

Khushboo aur rich, earthy thi, aur usne kapda aur zor se dabaya, aggressively naak par ragda, almost naak ke andar, gehri saans lete hue jaise woh ise apni rooh mein daal dena chahta ho. Maa ki hansi dheemi ho gayi, uski aankhein fascination se chamki, haath abhi bhi stan massage kar rahe the, sharir thoda sa hil raha tha jab woh dekhti rahi, uski raw desire se captivated.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, teri gaand ki khushboo perfect hai, garam aur intoxicating, yeh sab kuch hai. Main apna chehra teri gaand mein daal dena chahta hoon, uski softness mehsoos karna, taste karna. Ek din main teri gaand fuck karoonga, hamesha ke liye apni karoonga.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Yeh khushboo, Rekha, mujhe pagal kar rahi hai, itni gehri aur primal. Mujhe teri gaand claim karni hai, tera har inch mera hai. Tu meri chahat hai, mera sab kuch.

Mukesh ke strokes frantic ho gaye, haath tezi se chala, uska dick swell ho raha tha jab woh climax ke paas pahuncha, groans hawa bhar rahe the. Maa ki aankhein badi ho gayi, ungliyan stan par aur zor se dabayi, saans rukti hui jab woh dekhti rahi, sharir arousal aur disbelief se kaanp raha tha. 

Achanak, Mukesh ka sharir tight ho gaya, groans peak par jab woh aaya, uska cum thick, bharpoor streams mein nikla, uske haath par chhaya aur farsh par tapka, uski sheer volume ne Maa ko hairan kar diya, uske hoth hairani mein khul gaye uske release ki capacity par.

Mukesh (apne aap se): Rekha, oh, Rekha, yeh tere liye hai, sab tere liye. Teri khushboo, tera sharir, yeh bhut zyada hai, main tera hoon. Main tujhe sab kuch doonga, meri pyari, sab kuch.

Maa pagal ho rahi thi, uski nazar uske penis par tiki, uske cum ka sight use overwhelm kar raha tha, haath abhi bhi stan knead kar rahe the, sharir garmi se laal. Tabhi Mukesh ne sar ghumaya, uski aankhein uske sath door ke crack mein mili, shock ka flash uske chehre par aaya. 

Maa ne gasp kiya, dil uchal pada, aur jaldi se peeche hati, hall se kitchen ki taraf daudti hui, heels tezi se click kar rahi thi. Woh counter par pahunchi, apne stan adjust kiye, saree smooth ki, pretend kiya kuch hua hi nahi, chehra laal, saans uneven jab usne chawal ka bag pakda taaki busy dikhe. Rekha kitchen mein daud kar wapas gayi, apne stan adjust karte hue, pretend kiya kuch hua nahi

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Shandar update 

Update please

Apka update to acha hai
But choice of words is not so good

behatar shabdon ke saath ek apadet aa raha hai

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Us din ke baad, jab se Maa ne Mukesh ko bathroom mein uski panty soonghte dekha, woh aur Mukesh bhut close ho gaye, jaise best friends, lekin mujhe yeh thoda ajeeb laga. Meri Maa, Rekha, ne Papa se baat karna almost band kar diya. 

Unke phone calls chhote aur sookhe ho gaye, pehle jaisa maza aur flirty wala nahi, jab woh hansi se bhari awaaz mein Papa se baat karti thi, jaise jab woh apne Kovalam honeymoon ya koi romantic trip plan karte the.Yeh Maa ke liye normal nahi tha—woh pehle Papa ke calls ka intezaar karti thi, badi muskaan ke sath unki baaton mein khushi se khil uthati thi.
 Lekin ab, uska sara dhyan Mukesh par tha, us din se jab usne use panty soonghte dekha. Woh moment uske liye ek spark jaisa tha, jaise usne use excite kar diya, uske dil mein kuch nayi garmi jaga di.Maa ne jaan bujhkar apni gandi panties bathroom mein chhodna shuru kiya, ek chhupa hua khel khelte hue, muskurate hue jaise yeh uska secret thrill ho. 

Ek subah, maine use uske kamre mein dekha, saree utarte hue. Uski badi gaand white panty mein bari mushkil se dhaki hui thi, uski curvy shape saree ke neeche se bhi saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Usne panty utari, ek naughty si smile ke sath, aur bathroom ki taraf chali, hips hilate hue, panty sink par rakhi jaise woh jaan bujhkar Mukesh ke liye chhod rahi ho. 
Mujhe nahi samajh aaya ki woh itni khush kyun thi—shayad yeh koi adult cheez thi. Kyunki Maa achhi thi, maine socha yeh thik hai, shayad aisa hi hota hai bade logon mein.Hum Mukesh ke ghar jana band kar diya. Iske bajaye, woh Nani ke ghar aane laga, jahan hum rehte the. 

Jab bhi woh aane wala hota, Maa super tight sarees pehenti thi, apne bade stan aur curvy gaand ko aur dikhati, kapda uske sharir se chipka hua jaise doosri chamdi. Ek din usne ek purple dress pehni, jo uske curves ko aise highlight karta tha jaise woh kisi ramp par ho. Doosre din, usne wohi peeli saree pehni, jo uske voluptuous sharir ko gher leti thi, uski badi gaand aur stan ko aur prominent banati thi.[url=]https://postimg.cc/w3drWyFP][/url][/url][u]https://postimg.cc/ykLrYfB4[/url][/url]

Yeh sab jaan bujhkar tha—Maa chahti thi ki Mukesh uski taraf dekhe, uske looks ko pasand kare, uske sharir ka har curve notice kare. Uska chalna dheema aur seductive ho gaya, jaise woh apne aap ko ek showpiece ki tarah present kar rahi ho. Mujhe pata tha auraten pasand karti hain jab mard unhe ghoorte hain—Maa pehle Papa ke ghoorne par muskurati thi, unki aankhon mein ek khushi jhalakti thi jab Papa uski taareef karte the. 

Lekin ab, woh Mukesh ka dhyan chahti thi, uski nazron ka pyar uske liye naya thrill ban gaya tha.Jab Maa chalti, woh apni gaand ko jaan bujhkar hilati, usse bounce karati, aur Mukesh ki aankhein uske peeche chali jati, badi aur bhuki, jaise woh uske sharir ko apni nazron se pee raha ho. 

Main yeh sab dekh kar sochta tha ki yeh shayad wahi hai jo adults karte hain—kuch bura nahi, kyunki Maa khush thi, aur Mukesh ne hamein itne achhe gifts diye the. Mere bacchpan ke dimaag mein yeh normal laga, jaise koi khel jo bade log khelte hain.

Main: Maa, tum itni sundar kyun lag rahi ho aajkal? Har din nayi saree, itna makeup—kya baat hai? Koi khaas wajah?
Maa: (muskurate hue) Arre Raj, bas aise hi. Mujhe achha lagta hai thodi si sajna. Aur jab Mukesh ji aaye, toh thoda achha dikhna chahiye na, ghar ka naam hai!

Main: Lekin tum pehle itna nahi sajti thi, sirf Papa ke liye. Ab Mukesh ji ke liye kyun?
Maa: (haste hue) Oh, Raj, tu bhi na! Yeh bas ek tarika hai apne aap ko khush rakhne ka. Aur Mukesh ji humari itni madad karte hain, toh thodi si mehnat karni padti hai na, unka dil rakhne ke liye.
Main: Thik hai, Maa, lekin mujhe lagta hai tumhe Mukesh ji bhut pasand hain. Woh bhi tumhe ghoorta rehta hai.
Maa: (thodi sharma kar) Bas, Raj, zyada mat soch. Woh bas dost hain, aur dost ke liye thoda sajna thik hai. Tu apna Star Wars khel, chinta mat kar!Maine sar hilaya, lekin dil mein thodi si shanka thi. Maa ka yeh naya roop, yeh dhyan Mukesh par, yeh sab normal nahi laga, lekin maine socha shayad yeh bade logon ka style hai.Do hafte guzar gaye, aur unki closeness aur gehri ho gayi. 
Ek din, main bahar khel kar wapas aaya, pasine se bhiga aur pyasa, apne Star Wars suit mein lightsaber ghumata hua, pretend bad guys se ladta hua. Maine Maa aur Mukesh ko ghar chhoda tha, socha woh usual baatein kar rahe honge, jaise hamesha verandah par baith kar haste hain, unki thighs ek doosre ko chhooti, 

Maa ka haath kabhi-kabhi Mukesh ke paas hota.Main pani pine andar gaya, jaise hamesha karta tha jab khel kar thak jata aur pasina hota, gala garmi se sookha hua. Ghar mein ek meethi khushboo thi, jaise corner mein incense jal rahi ho, hawa ko garam aur cozy bana rahi thi. Living room mein ek halka sa glow tha, lantern ki roshni se sab kuch soft aur warm lag raha tha.
Maa aur Mukesh sofa par the, itne close ki koi doori hi nahi dikhti thi. Maa pet ke bal leti thi, dono haathon par sar rakha, Mukesh ki aankhon mein dekhti hui, jaise duniya mein aur kuch matter hi na kare. Uski tight saree uske stan ko dikha rahi thi, almost bahar nikal rahe the, blouse ke buttons par zor pad raha tha. Mukesh unhe ghoor raha tha, uska chehra Maa ke itna paas ki unki saansein shayad ek doosre ko chhoo rahi thi.[url=]https://postimages.org/]

Woh baatein kar rahe the, awaazein itni naram ki mujhe shabd sunai nahi diye. Woh itne khoye hue the ki unhone mujhe aate hue bhi nahi dekha, unka intimate conversation unhe alag duniya mein le gaya tha. Maa ki aankhein Mukesh par tiki thi, uski muskaan naram, uske hoth gehri lipstick se chamak rahe the. 

Mukesh ne uska haath pakda, ungliyan tight, use aur paas kheench raha tha, unki thighs ek doosre se chipki hui thi.Yeh sab normal nahi tha—maine kabhi kisi aur mard ko Maa ka haath aise pakadte nahi dekha, yahan tak ki Papa ke dost bhi nahi. Unke chehre itne paas the, almost ek doosre ko chhoo rahe the, jaise filmon mein log pyaar mein baat karte hain. Mujhe laga shayad Mukesh Maa ko seduce kar raha tha, lekin mujhe yeh word bhi pura samajh nahi tha. 
Main bas khush tha ki Maa ek stranger ke sath itni comfortable thi, bhale hi yeh ek shadi-shuda aurat ke liye normal nahi tha.
Main: (apne aap se, dheere se) Yeh kya ho raha hai? Maa itni khush kyun hai? Mukesh ji ka haath… 
Papa ke alawa kisi ne aise nahi kiya.Main kitchen mein chala gaya, ek glass pani liya, aur jaldi se piya, thanda pani gale mein acha laga. Jab main wapas aaya, Mukesh ka haath Maa ke kandhe par tha, use tightly pakde hue, unke sharir almost ek doosre se chipke hue. Maine zyada dhyan nahi diya—Maa khush thi, toh main bhi thik tha. 
Main lightsaber uthaya aur bahar khelne chala gaya, Sith lords se ladne ka natak karta hua.
Main: (bahar jate hue, apne aap se) Maa khush hai, toh shayad yeh sab normal hai. Mukesh ji achhe hain, unhone mujhe Star Wars suit diya. Shayad yeh bas dost logon ka tarika hai.Ek raat, main aur Maa living room mein baithe the, hawa garam thi, lantern ki roshni se sab kuch soft glow mein tha. 
Maa ne ek super tight grey saree pehni thi, uske stan blouse se almost bahar nikal rahe the, itne bade aur gol ki roshni un par pad rahi thi. Uski gaand itni badi thi ki saree har curve ko highlight kar rahi thi, aur mujhe yakeen tha ki usne panty nahi pehni—kapda itna smooth tha, koi line nahi dikh rahi thi

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Mujhe nahi samajh aaya ki woh panty kyun nahi pehni, lekin woh amazing lag rahi thi. Uska makeup perfect tha—gehri lipstick uske hothon ko pop kar rahi thi, kaajal uski aankhon ko aur gehra bana raha tha, blush uske gaalon par jaise natural flush ho. 
Woh pair cross karke baithi thi, saree thodi upar chadhi hui, uske curves dikha rahi thi, jaise woh kisi khaas ke liye wait kar rahi ho.
Main: Maa, tum aaj raat bhut sundar lag rahi ho! Yeh grey saree aur makeup—wah! Kya tum kahin ja rahi ho? Lagta hai koi badi party hai!
Maa: (muskurate hue) Shukriya, Raj, tu kitna sweet hai. Main kahin nahi ja rahi, lekin aaj Mukesh ji yahan rukenge humare sath. Bas thoda achha dikhna chahti thi, bus yun hi.
Main: (shock mein) Rukenge? Yahan? Mukesh ji raat yahan kyun rahenge? Aisa toh kabhi nahi hua!
Maa: (naram awaaz mein) Arre, Raj, woh paas mein kuch kaam kar rahe hain, toh yahan rukna asaan hai. Bas ek raat ki baat hai, chinta mat kar. Hum unhe ghar jaisa mehsoos karayenge, thik hai?
Main: Lekin woh kahan soyenge, Maa? Sofa comfortable hai unke liye? Aur tum kahan rahogi?
Maa: Woh sofa par soyenge, Raj. Usse pehle, mujhe unke sath bedroom mein thodi private baat karni hai. Tum hamein disturb mat karna, samjhe?
Main: Thik hai, Maa, main disturb nahi karunga. Kya main aaj raat Star Wars suit mein khel sakta hoon? Tum mujhe raat ko kabhi khelne nahi deti kyunki main sitting room ganda kar deta hoon!
Maa: (haste hue) Haan, Raj, tu khel sakta hai, mujhe khushi hai tu excited hai. Lekin yaad rakh, mujhe aur Mukesh ji ko disturb mat karna, wada kar.
Main: Wada, Maa, main chup rahunga. Yeh toh bhut mast hai! Shukriya, Maa, tu best hai!
Maa: (muskurate hue) Thik hai, meri jaan, ab ja aur apna Jedi khel khel. Bas shor mat karna, aur humein apni baat karne de.Main shock tha—Mukesh ka yahan rukna bilkul naya tha, aur Maa ka unke sath bedroom mein baat karna ajeeb laga. Lekin woh khush thi, toh maine socha kuch bura nahi hai.

Main shock tha—Mukesh ka yahan rukna bilkul naya tha, aur Maa ka unke sath bedroom mein baat karna ajeeb laga. Lekin woh khush thi, toh maine socha kuch bura nahi hai. Woh mujhe raat ko khelne nahi deti thi kyunki main cheezein idhar-udhar kar deta tha, toh uska haan bolna mujhe bhut acha laga. Maine koi shak nahi kiya—Maa achhi thi, Mukesh ne hamein gifts diye the, toh shayad yeh baat normal thi. Main apne Star Wars suit ke khayalon mein khoya, lightsaber ghumane ka plan banane laga.Mukesh aaya, uske kadam porch par zor se goonje, uski badi muskaan ke sath woh andar aaya, uski aankhein Maa ke stan aur gaand par tiki, jaise woh kuch aur dekh hi na sake.

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Us raat Mukesh aaya, uske bhaari boots porch par thap-thap karte hue goonje jab woh Nani ke ghar mein dakhil hua, uski badi muskaan living room ke halke ujale ko roshan kar rahi thi. 

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki kuch hone wala hai ya nahi, lekin hawa mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jaise koi chhupa secret ho.Maa apni tight grey saree mein thi, uske bade stan blouse se almost bahar nikal rahe the, kapda itna tight tha ki uski badi gaand ke har curve ko dikha raha tha, itna smooth ki koi line nahi dikhti thi, jaise usne panty nahi pehni.



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Mukesh ki aankhein Maa par tiki thi, uske voluptuous sharir ko ghoorte hue, uski nazar bhuki si, uske stan aur gaand par ruki hui jab woh hili. Maine dekha Maa ne kitchen ki taraf chalte waqt apni gaand thodi zyada hilayi, uske hips dheere aur teasingly hile, jaise woh chahti thi ki Mukesh dekhe.

Woh peeche mudkar dekhi, Mukesh ki aankhein pakad li, aur Mukesh ne apne hoth kaat liye, uska chehra intense, jaise woh door nahi dekh sakta tha. Maa sharma kar muskurayi, uske gaal pink ho gaye, uski gehri lipstick chamak rahi thi, jaise use Mukesh ka ghoorna pasand ho.

Yeh mujhe Maa ke Papa ke sath flirt karne ki yaad dilaya, lekin yeh alag tha, zyada strong, jaise unke paas koi secret hai jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. Maine apna lightsaber uthaya, bhut excited tha Mukesh ke sath khelne ke liye.Hum living room mein idhar-udhar daudne lage, sabers ghumate hue, main Jedi ban raha tha, woh Sith lord ka natak kar raha tha. 

Khelte waqt maine dekha Mukesh baar-baar Maa ki taraf wink kar raha tha, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi kuch aise jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya.Maa wapas muskurayi, uska chehra naram aur sharmila, uske hoth thodi si hansi ke sath mude jab woh diwar ke sahare khadi thi, uske stan aur zyada ubhre hue.

Main: Mukesh ji, chalo, fight par focus karo! Tum baar-baar Maa ko kyun dekh rahe ho? Tum buri tarah haar jaoge! Mera saber zor se maro, Darth Vader bano! Main sabse best Jedi hoon!

Mukesh: Sorry, Raj, main wahan thoda distract ho jata hoon. Teri Maa itni sundar hai, meri aankhein chura leti hai. Ab focus karta hoon, tayyar ho ja meri attack ke liye! Yeh lo dark side power!

Main: Maa tumhe kaise distract kar rahi hai? Woh toh bas khadi hai, khel bhi nahi rahi! Chalo, asli fight karo! Main yeh battle jeetoonga!

Mukesh: Oh, Raj, tu abhi chhota hai, samajh nahi payega. Woh bas… ignore karna mushkil hai, samjha? Thik hai, chalo, is baar tujhe hara doonga! Mera saber dekh!Mukesh Maa ki taraf muda, use ek badi si smile di, aur woh has padi, uski aankhein usse mili, uske gaal aur laal ho gaye. 

Maine dekha ki woh dono ek doosre ko aise dekhte the jaise bina bole baat kar rahe hon.Maa ki hansi thodi alag thi, zyada naram, aur Mukesh ka haath uske hath ko chhua jab usne use pani ka glass diya tha, thodi der zyada ruk kar. 

Mere liye yeh sab normal adult cheezein thi—Maa khush thi, toh kuch bura nahi ho sakta tha.Khelte waqt Maa kitchen ki taraf chali, apni gaand jaan bujhkar hilati hui, saree uske curves par chipki hui thi. Woh dobara peeche mudkar dekhi, Mukesh ko ghoorta hua pakda, uske hoth zor se kaat liye, uski aankhein uski badi gaand par jami hui thi.

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Main chilla raha tha ki woh focus kare.

Main: Mukesh ji, tum bilkul try nahi kar rahe! Maa ko dekhna band karo, tum haar rahe ho! Asli Sith ki tarah fight karo! Chalo, karo na!

Maa: Raj sahi bol raha hai, Mukesh ji, thoda game par focus karo! Tum mere bete ko itni asani se jeetne de rahe ho. Thik se khelo, chalo!

Mukesh: Thik hai, Rekha, main koshish karta hoon, lekin tu sach mein mushkil bana rahi hai. Raj, tu bhut acha khel raha hai, tu mujhe maar raha hai! Ab main zor se fight karunga, dekh!

Main: Haan, Mukesh ji, main sabse best hoon! Maa toh game mein bhi nahi hai, woh tumhe kaise disturb kar rahi hai? Ek aur round, main tayyar hoon!Mukesh hasa, Maa ko ek aur wink di, aur woh muskurayi, uska chehra chamak raha tha, jaise woh jaanti thi ki woh kya kar rahi hai.

Maine aur cheezein notice ki—jaaise Maa Mukesh ke aur paas khadi hoti thi baki logon se, uski awaaz naram aur meethi hoti thi, jaise woh use aur zyada pasand karwana chahti ho.

Unke hath baar-baar chhute the, aur Mukesh ki aankhein Maa ke stan ya gaand se hat ti hi nahi thi, lekin maine socha yeh bas bade logon ka tarika hai, kuch galat nahi, kyunki Maa meri Maa thi, aur maayen hamesha achhi hoti hain.Dinner ke baad, Maa aur Mukesh sofa ke paas ek sath khade the, uska haath Maa ke kandhe par, unke sharir itne paas ki main unke beech ki garmi mehsoos kar sakta tha. 

Maa ki saree itni tight thi, uske stan pop hone ko tayyar the, uski gaand gol aur bharpoor, thodi si hili jab woh apna wazan shift karti thi.Mukesh ki ungliyan uske kandhe par thi, use paas kheenchte hue, aur woh door nahi hui, uski muskaan naram aur garam thi.

Maa: Raj, yaad rakhna, aaj raat humein disturb mat karna, thik hai? Mukesh ji aur mujhe kuch zaroori baat karni hai private mein. Yahan apne lightsaber ke sath khel, acha ladka ban, thik hai?

Main: Thik hai, Maa, main yahan khelunga. Mukesh ji, tum khelne mein maza kiye! Kal aur khelenge? Aaj maine tumhe acha haraya!

Mukesh: Tu sach mein Jedi hai, Raj, tune mujhe hara diya! Kal fir challenge karunga, chinta mat kar. Rekha, chalo ab baat karte hain, hai na? Main is baat ka intezaar kar raha hoon.

Maa: Haan, Mukesh ji, chalo mere kamre mein. Raj, tune suna, humein disturb mat karna. Thik se khel aur maza kar. Baad mein tujhe check karungi, thik hai?Woh Maa ke kamre ki taraf chale gaye, aur mujhe yeh ajeeb laga. Maa ne kabhi kisi mard ko Nani ke kamre mein nahi jane diya, yahan tak ki Papa ke doston ko bhi nahi, aur darwaza lock karna ajeeb tha, jaise unke paas koi bada secret ho.

Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun, lekin maine socha yeh bade logon ki baat hai, aur kyunki Maa achhi thi, yeh thik tha. Maine apne lightsaber ke sath khela, whooshing awaazein nikali, pretend bad guys se ladta raha jab tak main thak nahi gaya.

Raat ke 12 baje, meri aankhein bhaari ho gayi, aur main apne kamre ki taraf chala. Maa ke kamre ke paas se guzra, darwaza band tha, neeche se halki si yellow roshni dikh rahi thi, lekin maine nahi dekha—bas chalte raha, mere pair thande floor par fisalte hue.

Apne kamre mein, main bistar par chadha, chadar naram aur thandi thi, aur jaldi so gaya, Star Wars battles ke sapne dekhte hue, mera lightsaber roshan chamakta hua. Raat ke 2:45 baje, main pyasa utha, doodh pine ke liye, jaise main hamesha raat mein karta tha.

Aankhein malte hue, jamhai lete hue, main kamre se bahar nikla, meri pajamas sikudi hui thi, ghar andhere mein tha siwaye ek halke se ujale ke. Maa ke kamre ke paas se fir guzra, dekha roshni ab bhi jal rahi thi, darwaze ke neeche se dikhayi di, jo ajeeb tha—Mukesh ko toh sofa par sona tha, jaise Maa ne wada kiya tha.

Maine apne aap se sawal puche: Woh ab tak kyun nahi soye? Itni raat tak kya baat kar rahe hain? Kya Mukesh wahan thik hai? Shayad woh koi zaroori baat kar rahe hain, ya Maa use purani photos dikha rahi hai, jaise woh kabhi Papa ke sath karti thi.Mujhe zyada parwah nahi thi, bas doodh chahiye tha, toh main kitchen ki taraf chala gaya.

Kitchen mein, maine fridge khola, thandi hawa mere chehre par lagi, lekin doodh nahi tha—bas pani, thodi curry, aur purani sabziyan. Maine shelves dekhi, counter dekha, cupboard bhi check kiya, socha Maa ne shayad doodh kahin aur rakha ho, lekin kuch nahi mila.

Mera gala sookha tha, toh maine socha Maa se poochhunga. Main Maa ke kamre ki taraf wapas chala, ghar shant tha siwaye ajeeb awaazon ke jo uske kamre se aa rahi thi, jaise-jaise main paas gaya, awaazein aur zor se sunayi di. Maine bhaari saans lene ki awaaz suni, jaise koi daud raha ho ya mehnat kar raha ho, gehri aur uneven, normal baaton jaisi nahi.

Bistar creek-creek kar raha tha, ek steady squeak-squeak-squeak, jaise woh bhut hil raha ho, aur aur awaazein thi—naram thump-thump, jaise sharir ek doosre se takra rahe hon, aur rustling, jaise kapde ya chadar hil rahi ho.

Maine socha shayad woh Nani ka bistar thik kar rahe hain, kyunki woh purana aur wobbly tha. Ya shayad woh furniture hila rahe hain, jaise Maa safai ke waqt karti thi.Mujhe nahi pata tha kaun itni zor se saans le raha tha, Maa ya Mukesh—lekin yeh ajeeb laga, unki normal baaton jaisa nahi. Maine darwaze par knock kiya, lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. 

Maine fir zor se knock kiya, pukara, “Maa?” Bistar ki harkat aur saans lene ki awaaz ekdum band ho gayi, jaise maine unhe surprise kar diya ho.Maine kuch whispers suni, naram aur tezi se, jaise woh chhupkar baat kar rahe hon, aur ek rustle, jaise koi jaldi se hil raha ho. Maine fir pukara, meri awaaz shant hallway mein goonji.

Main: Maa, tum wahan ho? Kitchen mein doodh nahi mila! Mujhe thodi madad chahiye, main bhut pyasa hoon!

Maa: Raj, ek minute ruk, main aa rahi hoon! Fir se knock mat karna, wahan hi ruko, thik hai? Main ek second mein aati hoon, thodi tayyari kar loon.Panch minute baad, Maa ne darwaza khola, ek towel ko apne sharir se tightly pakde hue, uske baal bilkul bikhre hue, kuch strands uske pasine se bhige chehre par chipke hue. Uska sharir pasine se chamak raha tha, uske gaal laal, uske hoth thodi si kaanp rahe the jaise woh nervous ho.

Maine uske gale par laal nishaan dekhe, jaise kisi ne zor se dabaya ho, aur uski saree gayab thi—bas woh towel tha, jo bhut ajeeb tha, kyunki woh kabhi aise nahi ghoomti

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Woh baar-baar peeche kamre mein dekhti thi, uski aankhein badi-badi, jaise woh koi bada secret chhupa rahi ho. Kamre se ek ajeeb si smell aa rahi thi, pasine wali aur musky, pehle wali achhi incense jaisi nahi.

Maa darwaze par khadi thi, apne sharir se kamre ko block karti hui, darwaza adha band rakhte hue, uske hath thodi si kaanp rahe the, uski awaaz wobbly thi.

Main: Maa, tum itni pasine mein kyun ho? Yeh kaunsi smell hai? Doodh kahan hai? Mukesh ji abhi bhi tumhare kamre mein hain?

Maa: Raj, main pasine mein hoon kyunki aaj raat garmi hai, bas. Yeh smell… safai ke baad ki hai, chinta mat kar. Doodh sitting room mein hai, main rakhna bhool gayi. Mukesh ji aur main thodi baat kar rahe hain.

Main: Tumhare baal itne bikhre kyun hain? Yeh gale ke nishaan kya hain? Tum furniture hila rahe the? Maine bistar ke creak suni.

Maa: Raj, bas kar itne sawal! Mere baal bikhre hain kyunki main leti hui thi, aur koi nishaan nahi hain, tu galat dekh raha hai! Doodh pi aur so ja! Main thak gayi hoon, itni raat ho gayi hai!Maa gussa ho gayi, uski awaaz tez aur sharp, uska chehra aur laal, shayad kyunki woh nervous thi aur nahi chahti thi ki main aur sawal poochhoon. Maine nahi socha ki woh kuch galat kar rahi thi—maayen hamesha achhi hoti hain, toh main chinta nahi kiya.

Usne mera haath pakda, uski ungliyan tight, aur mujhe sitting room ki taraf kheecha, uska towel thoda sa fisla, uske kandhe aur woh laal nishaan aur dikhaye. Maine dekha uske hoth smudged the, jaise lipstick wipe ho gayi ho, aur uske hath aur zyada kaanp rahe the, uski aankhein baar-baar kamre ki taraf dekhti thi jaise woh kisi cheez se darti ho.Sitting room mein, usne table par doodh ka jug dikhaya, uske movements tezi aur jerky the. 

Main curious tha, toh sawal poochhta raha, lekin woh gussa ho gayi.

Main: Maa, tum sirf towel kyun pehne ho? Woh creaking awaaz kya thi? Tumhare gale par kya hua?

Maa: Raj, ab bas kar! Main towel mein hoon kyunki main kapde badal rahi thi, bas! Woh awaaz kuch nahi thi, bistar settle ho raha tha! So ja, main tere sawalon se thak gayi hoon!

Main: Sorry, Maa, main bas jaanna chahta tha. Tum itna gussa kyun ho? Sab thik hai na? Main ab so jaunga, wada.

Maa: Main gussa isliye hoon kyunki tu fuzool sawal poochh raha hai! Raat ho gayi hai, Raj! Doodh pi aur so ja! Aur baat nahi!Woh chillayi, uski awaaz kaanpti hui, uski aankhein badi-badi, shayad kyunki woh darti thi ki main kuch samajh jaunga jo woh nahi chahti thi. 

Maine nahi socha woh bura kar rahi thi—maayen achhi hoti hain, toh yeh thik tha.Usne mujhe mere kamre tak le gayi, uske kadam tezi se, towel ab bhi tightly pakda hua, uske gale ke nishaan roshni mein aur laal dikh rahe the.

Maa: Raj, yeh tera kamra, ab so ja. Sorry main chillayi, main bas bhut thak gayi hoon, thik hai? Mukesh ji aur main abhi busy hain. Bistar mein reh, aur uthna mat. Sweet dreams, mera beta.

Main: Thik hai, Maa, main so jaunga. Good night, I love you. Main fir nahi uthunga, wada.

Maa: I love you too, Raj, bhut zyada. Ab aaram kar, tujhe iski zaroorat hai. Subah milte hain, thik hai? Achha so.Maa ki awaaz naram ho gayi, lekin woh ab bhi nervous thi, uske hath fidget kar rahe the, uski aankhein baar-baar kamre ki taraf dekhti thi jaise woh chinta mein ho. 


Usne mera darwaza band kiya, aur ek click sunayi diya—usne bahar se lock kar diya, jo bhut ajeeb tha, lekin main itna thaka hua tha ki parwah nahi ki. Main bistar mein chadha, chadar ke neeche gaya, aur subah tak so gaya

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Main subah utha toh ghar mein sannata tha. Kamre mein thodi si roshni pardoon se aa rahi thi. Ghadi mein subah ke 7 baj rahe the, lekin koi awaaz nahi—naa toh bartanon ki khanak, naa Maa ke subah ke kaam ki gungunahat.Maa aur Mukesh, jo hamari zindagi mein ekdum se ahem ho gaya tha, dono so rahe the. Kal raat ki hansi meri yaad mein aayi—Maa ki awaaz deewaron ke paar se aayi thi, jo kayi saalon mein itni khush nahi sunayi di thi. 

Main bistar se utha, nange paaon thandi tiles pe rakhe, aur dil mein ek chhoti si jigyasa si bandhi.Main dheere se Maa ke kamre ki taraf chala, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. 

Gallery mein andhera tha, band darwaaze ke aaspaas parchhaaiyaan thi. Main ruk gaya, haathon se darwaaza halka sa chhua, phir dheere se knock kiya. “Maa?” maine halki awaaz mein bulaya. 

Koi jawab nahi.Maine phir zor se knock kiya. “Maa, uth gayi ho?” Darwaaza khula, aur wahan Maa thi, chehra jaise subah ka suraj chamak raha ho. Kaale baalon ka jharna, ek patli nightie jo uske poore badan aur gol naabhi ko dikha rahi thi, uski khubsurti jhalak rahi thi.Uski aankhein khushi se chamak rahi thi, jaise main chhota tha tab dekha tha. 

Woh muskuraayi aur mere baal sehlaaye. “Raj, mera pyara beta!” woh boli, awaaz mein garmahat thi. “Good morning, beta! Neend achhi aayi? Itni jaldi uth gaya! Maine socha nahi tha tu abhi uthega.” 

Main chonk gaya uski chamak dekhkar.“Haan, Maa, neend theek thi. Tum aaj… bahut khush lag rahi ho.” Woh hasi, ek geet jaisi awaaz gallery mein goonj gayi. “Haan, Raj, main hoon khush. 

Tu ghar aaya toh dil khil gaya. Tu mera kitna achha beta hai, hamesha apni maa ka khayal rakhta hai. Tujhe dekhkar dil khush ho jata hai.” Uska haath mere gaal pe ruka, jaise woh pal ko jeena chahti thi. Maine uske peeche jhaanka, kamre mein dekhne ki koshish ki.“Mukesh kahan hai?” maine poocha, awaaz normal rakhi, lekin dil thoda tez chala. 


Mukesh, jo mere saath ghanton tak lightsaber khelta tha, mujhe “achha Jedi” kehta tha jab main spin move karta tha, ab ghar mein alag tarah se maujood tha. Maa ki muskurahat thodi si hili, chehre pe thodi si ghabrahat aayi.Usne baal kaan ke peeche kiya aur jaldi se hasi. “Mukesh? Oh, beta, woh kal raat yahin ruk gaya. 


Tu jaanta hai naa, usse Star Wars aur purane college ke din ke baare mein baat karna kitna pasand hai—woh baatein karta raha, aur der ho gayi. Maine use yahin sone diya. Bas ek achha padosi ban rahi thi, samjha na.”Uske shabd jaldi jaldi nikle, aur woh haath hila ke muskuraayi, ghabrahat chhupane ke liye. Maine haan mein sir hila diya, uski baat maan li. 

“Theek hai, Maa. Tum hamesha sabki madad karti ho.”Mujhe laga kuch galat nahi tha—Maa toh hamesha logon ki madad karti thi, aur Mukesh uska boss aur dost tha. Yeh normal laga. Par phir maine kamra dekha. Chaadar uljhi hui thi, zameen pe giri hui. Ek laal bra bedpost pe latki thi, Mukesh ki shirt darwaaze ke paas padi thi, aur Maa ka silk ka blouse nightstand ke paas dhila pada tha.

Hawa mein ek alag si khushboo thi—paseena aur Maa ke jasmine perfume ka mix, jo naak mein chubh rahi thi. Mukesh bistar pe pada tha, bina shirt ke, uska balon wala seena dheere dheere uth raha tha, chehra thakan se dheela pada tha.Nightstand pe body oil ki bottle khuli thi, neeche thodi si chiknahat thi, aur ek lubricant ka tube wahan pada tha. 

“Raj, tu fresh ho ja,” Maa ne meri tawajjo wapas khinchi.“Main nashta banati hoon—teri pasand ka aloo paratha aur sabzi. Kaisa lagega, beta?” Maine haan mein sir hilaya, kamre ka woh manzar dimag mein ghoom raha tha. “Achha lagega, Maa. Main baithne wale kamre mein hoon.” Woh muskuraayi, aankhein chhoti ho gayi. 

“Tu mera kitna achha beta hai, Raj. Jab tayyar hoga, bulaungi. Shayad Mukesh bhi jaldi uth jaaye toh saath kha lega.”Main living room mein chala gaya, dimag mein alag alag khayal ghoom rahe the. Mukesh ka shirtless aur nanga chehra, aur Maa ka chamakta hua chehra nahi ja raha tha. Pichhli baar jab main ghar aaya tha, Maa ne Mukesh ka zikr bhi nahi kiya tha, bas kaha tha woh uska dost hai.
Ab woh jaise Diwali ka mela thi. Kal raat kya hua tha jo woh itni khush thi? Mujhe hamare Star Wars ke khel yaad aaye, jab Mukesh hasta tha aur mujhe “achha Jedi” kehta tha jab main apna pretend lightsaber theek se ghumata tha.

Tab woh bas ek mazedaar padosi tha. Ab kuch aur tha, lekin main samajh nahi paa raha tha, aur Papa ko bhi iske baare mein kuch nahi pata. Mujhe laga unki dosti achhi hai, bas.Naha ke main sofa pe baitha, tab aloo parathe ki khushboo aayi. Maa ne mujhe khane ki table pe bulaya, jahan garma garam parathe aur masaledaar sabzi rakhi thi.Mukesh aaya, shirt uljhi hui, baal bikhre, lekin muskurahat badi, jaise kuch jeet liya ho. 

“Raj, mera achha Jedi!” woh bola, mere kandhe pe haath rakha. “Tujhe itni subah nahi dekhne ki ummeed thi. Abhi bhi lightsaber ke moves hain kya?” Maine hasne ki koshish ki, Star Wars ke khel yaad aaye.“Haan, Mukesh, abhi bhi hai. Par tu thaka hua lag raha hai.” 

Woh hasa, aankhein chhupke se chamki. “Raat lambi thi, beta. Teri maa badi achhi mehmaan-nawaazi karti hai. Humein purani baaton mein rakh diya.” Maa ne uske saamne plate rakhi, uske baazu ko chhua.Usne Mukesh ke baal theek kiye, kaan ke peeche rakhe, jaise ek biwi apne pati ke liye karti hai. 

Maine Papa ke saath aisa kabhi nahi dekha, purani yaadon mein bhi nahi.Uski aankhein chamki jab woh Mukesh ki plate pe zyada sabzi daal rahi thi. “Kha le, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz naram thi. “Itni der tak jaagne ke baad tujhe taakat chahiye.”Mukesh muskuraya, uska haath table ke neeche Maa ki kamar pe chhua. 

“Oh, Rekha, tera khana toh hamesha bhookh badha deta hai. Tu mera kitna khayal rakhti hai.”Woh hasi, uske haath ko halka sa maara. “Mukesh, thodi si sharam kar! Mera beta yahan hai. Tu hamesha aise chhedta hai.” Main parathe pe dhyaan dene ka natak kiya, lekin unki nazdeekiyan dekhi.Maa uski taraf jhuki, muskurahat nahi ruk rahi thi. 

“Mukesh, aur sabzi lega? Tujhe pasand wala banaya hai,” woh boli, awaaz mein pyaar. “Bas jab tu aise muskuraaye,” usne jawab diya, awaaz mulayam. “Tere haathon ka swaad sab kuch behtar karta hai.”Maa sharma gayi, aankhein chamki jab Mukesh ne uski chut ki taraf dekha. “Tu bhi na, Mukesh. Yeh sharam baad mein bacha le, theek hai?”

Main dheere dheere chaba raha tha, dil mein jigyasa badh rahi thi.Maa Mukesh ki biwi jaisi lag rahi thi, har harkat mein pyaar tha. Yeh naya tha—pichhli baar woh uske mazak pe bhi thandi thi. Ab uski har baat pe jhuk jaati thi, badan uske paas khinchta tha.Mujhe badoon ke baare mein zyada nahi pata, par mujhe laga unki dosti pyari hai. Maa khush thi, aur Mukesh usse hasata tha. Mukesh kha ke utha, angdai li. “Kaam pe jana hai. 

Raj, kal raat darwaaza nahi, shukriya. Humein thodi shanti se baat karne ka mauka mila.”Maine nigla, muskuraya. “Koi baat nahi, Mukesh. Khushi hai tum dono ne maza kiya baat kar ke.” Maa zara zyada zor se hasi. “Haan, Raj, tu kitna pyara hai. Mukesh ko bas kal raat sone ki jagah chahiye thi, hai na, Mukesh?”

“Haan, darling,” Mukesh ne kaha, muskaan chhupayi. Mujhe hairaan hua usne Maa ko “darling” kyun bola mere saamne. Woh Maa ki taraf jhuka, awaaz dheemi ki, “Main aaj raat wapas aaunga, Rekha. Aur baatein baki hain.” Maa ki aankhein uspe thi, ek naram chamak ke saath. “Main intezaar karungi, Mukesh. Der mat karna, okay?”

Woh thodi jhuki, aur Mukesh ke hoth khule, jaise kiss karne wala ho, par Maa ne mujheche hat kar mujhe dekha. Mukesh ne ishara samjha, muskura ke hat gaya. Main plate utha ke gaya, Maa ne Mukesh se kuch phusphusaya, awaaz itni dheemi thi ki main nahi sun saka. Mukesh ki muskurahat badi ho gayi, usne bhi kuch jawab diya, aankhein chamki.

Mujhe unki baatein nahi sunai di, par unki nazdeekiyan alag thi, khaas. Mujhe laga yeh achha hai—Maa khush thi, aur Mukesh uska khayal rakhta tha. Mukesh ne apna briefcase uthaaya aur mujhe kaha, “Milte hain, Raj. Jedi moves ka practice karte rahna. Tu abhi pasand ka lightsaber partner hai.”“Byaal, Mukesh,” maine muskurake kaha. 

Jaise hi darwaaza band hua, Maa ne ek chhoti si cheekh maari, uchal pudi, aur nighty ke saath naachti hui. Woh table ke chaaro taraf ghumi, Bollywood ka geet gungunaayi, chehra jaise film ki heroine.“Maa, tu itni khush kyun hai?” maine poocha, uski yeh urja dekhkar. Woh ruki, mere saamne baithi, muskaan naram hui. “Raj, Mukesh ki wajah se. Woh ek bahut acha aadmi hai, beta. Woh mujhe khas mehsoos karata hai, jaise main bas teri maa ya kaam karne wali nahi. Woh hamara khayal rakhta hai.”

“Woh kyun? Kya hai usmein khas?” maine poocha, samajhna chahta tha. Woh sapne mein kho gayi. “Woh mujhe dekhta hai, Raj. Mujhe hasata hai, sundar mehsoos karata hai. Woh strong hai, caring hai… aur mera dil khush rakhta hai. Tu bada hoga toh samajhega, beta. Mukesh ek acha dost hai.”Maine haan mein sir hila diya, dimag soch mein pad gaya. “Woh cool lagta hai, Maa. Main khush hoon ki tu khush hai.” “Tu mera kitna achha beta hai,” usne mera haath dabaya. “Mukesh ke liye hamesha acha rehna, theek hai? 

Usne hum ghar mein madad ki, jab mujhe baat karne ke liye kisi ki zaroorat thi, woh tha.”“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, par meri jigyasa badh rahi thi. Maa uske saath itni alag kyun thi? Mujhe badoon ke rishton ka zyada nahi pata, par mujhe laga Mukesh Maa ke liye achha hai. Main hamesha chahta tha Maa aise muskuraaye, aur agar woh iski wajah tha, toh mujhe koi problem nahi thi.

Par main yeh jaanna chahta tha ki kya baat thi jo usse itna khush rakhti thi. Uss raat, Maa alag dikh rahi thi. Usne tight black dress pehna, jism ko chipkaaye, makeup kiya, laal lipstick lagayi. Maine chhoti chhoti baatein dekhi—woh phone baar baar check karti thi, ek extra perfume lagati thi, Mukesh ka naam aate hi aankhein chamak jaati thi.Lagta tha jaise woh kisi khaas baat ke liye tayyar ho rahi thi, na ki bas ek dost ke liye. 

Main nahi samjha, par laga unki dosti achhi hai. Khane pe maineere se bola, “Maa, main thak gaya hoon. Jaldi so jaunga, tum aur Mukesh baatein kar lena.”Maa ka chehra chamak utha. “Oh, Raj, tu kitna achha hai. Mukesh ko thodi shanti se baat karne ka time milega.”Mukesh ne haan mein sir hilaaya, aankhein chamki. “Achha ladka hai, Raj. 

Ek sachcha Jedi, hume aise space deta hai. Tu abhi bhi lightsaber mein best hai.” Main muskuraaya aur apne kamre mein chala gaya, par neend nahi aayi. Raat ke 1 baje, mera dil zor se dhadka. Main dheere se gallery mein gaya, har creak se bacha.Maa ke darwaaze ke neeche se halki roshni aa rahi thi. Khidki ke parde band the, kuch dikh nahi tha. 

Pareshan, maine keyhole dekha, unki duniya ka ek chhota sa jharna. Main jhuka, aankh keyhole pe rakhi, aur jo dekha, usne Maa ki meri tasveer ko tod diya.Woh bistar pe thi, ek kaali petticoat mein, jo uski janghon tak chadhi thi, uski gaand dikh rahi thi. Mukesh kaale shorts mein tha, uska mazboot seena khula, sar khushi mein jhuka hua.





Maa uske seene ko chum rahi thi, uske jism pe hont dheere se ghoom rahe the, ek ajeeb si pyaas ke liye jo main nahi samjha. Uske haath Mukesh ke lund ko shorts ke upar se dabha rahe the, ungliyaan aise thi jaise use sab pata ho.Yeh woh Maa nahi thi jisne mujhe pala—yeh ek ajnabi thi, kuch aise mein khoyi jo main nahi samajh sakta tha.“Rekha, tu ismein ustad hai,” 

Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz mein hawas. “Mere seene ko chumti ja, rani. Mera lund kitna tight ho raha hai.” Maa hansi, uske hont uske nipple pe chhue. “Tujhe pasand hai, tu ganda aadmi? Tera lund toh abhi se dhadak raha hai, main mehsoos kar sakti hoon.”“Woh petticoat utaar,” woh bola, aankhein tamanna se kaali. “Main teri garam chut dekhna chahta hoon, Rekha. Dikha mujhe kal raat maine kya chhua.”

Maa uthi, petticoat utaar diya, apna nanga jism dikhaaya. Ab mujhe samajh aaya Maa kyun khush thi. Uska badan chamak raha tha, roshni mein uske gol stan aur gaand dikha rahe the.Main nahi sakta tha yeh meri maa hai, uska jism ek hawas ki tasveer thi. 

Mukesh ne use dekha, muskaan shaitani. “Tu, Rekha sexy hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz mein gandagi. “Tera pati bewakoof tha jo is chut ko barbaad hone diya. Yeh tight chut aur yeh raseeli gaand ab meri hai.”Maa bistar pe chadi, uske pairon ke beech mein. “Mukesh, tu mujhe ehsaas dilata hai jo maine uske saath kabhi nahi mehsoos kiya. 

Main ab uski biwi nahi, teri aurat hoon, teri randi.”Mukesh hasa, uska haath Maa ki gaand pe zor se pada. “Sahi hai, rani. Tu ab meri randi hai. Mera lund teri chut ka maalik. Tu har raat mere liye chillayegi.”

Woh aah bari, Mukesh ko chumi, unki jeebh ek bhukhe josh mein ulajh gayi. Uske haath neeche gaye, Mukesh ke shorts utaare. Uska lund azad hua, bada aur mota, ek ajeebh sa cheez jo meri aankhein badi kar gaya.

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Main yeh nahi samajh saka yeh khel kya tha jo Maa uske saath khel rahi thi. “Mukesh, tera lund kitna bada hai,” Maa boli, ungliyaan uske chaaroon mein, dheere se sehlaayi. “Yeh mere pati ke chhote se lund se kitna behtar hai. Woh meri chut ko kabhi aise nahi bhar saka. Tu mujhe achha khulta hai.”



Mukesh muskuraya, uska haath uske sir ko neeche le gaya. “Sahi hai, meri randi. Mera lund chus, dil se. Dikha kitna pyar karti hai isse.” Maa bistar pe baithi, badan ek naagin jaisa, hont uske lund ke paas.Pehle usne sehlaya, ungliyaan uski lambai pe, aankhein Mukesh se gandi tarah se mili. Phir usne muh mein liya, uske lund ko lolliypop ki tarah chusa, hont upar neeche, jeebh ghumayi.





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Mukesh ne aah bhari, uske haath uske baalon mein uljhe, uska rhythm banaya. “Rekha, tu toh expert hai,” woh bola, awaaz kachi. “Isse aur zor se chus, gandi randi. Poora le, jaise ek randi karti hai.”Woh uske muh mein aah barti rahi, uska sir upar neeche, gaand hilti rahi jab woh kaam karti thi. 

Main dekhta raha, jam gaya, meri duniya toot rahi thi. Yeh meri maa nahi thi. Yeh ek aurat thi, hawas mein khoyi, ek aadmi ke saath jisne usme kuch jaga diya tha.

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Maa ki aankhein Mukesh ke lund pe jami thi, ungliyaan uske mote base ko kaske pakde, dheere dheere sehla rahi thi, jaise koi pavitra cheez ho.Woh usse pyar karti thi—har inch se. 

Uske hont khule, saans ruk ruk ke chal rahi thi jab usne ungliyon se veins ko chhua, dheere aur soch samajh ke, jaise koi devi kisi pooja mein khoyi ho.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund kitna bada hai,” woh boli, awaaz naram aur bhari, pyaas se bhari. 

“Yeh mere pati ke chhote se lund se kitna behtar hai. Woh meri chut ko kabhi aise nahi bhar saka. Tu mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai.” Woh aur paas jhuki, uske tip ko chuma, jeebh baahar nikal ke shaft ko chata, jaise koi rare mithai ho.

Uski aankhein band hui, ek naram “mmm uuhhh” nikla jab usne dobara muh mein liya, hont neeche sarke, gaal chusne se khokhle ho gaye, ek aisi bhookh ke saath jo main nahi samajh saka.

Woh aisi lag rahi thi jaise usne apna maqsad pa liya ho, uska poora wajood us bade lund ko khush karne mein laga tha, haath usse pyar se sehla rahe the, jaise woh usmein khoyi ho. 

Main yeh nahi maan saka ki yeh meri maa thi.Woh aurat jo mera tiffin banati thi, mujhe homework bhoolne pe daantti thi, ab ek ajnabi thi, uske muh mein Mukesh ka lund, aise moan karti jaise yeh usne zindagi mein sabse tasty cheez chakh li ho.

Meri maa ko Papa ke liye wafadaar hona chahiye tha, jo humein aaraam dene ke liye der tak kaam karta tha. 

Yeh woh nahi thi—yeh koi doosri aurat thi, jo main jaanta tha uski har cheez ke khilaaf thi. Mera seena bandh raha tha, dimag chillata tha ki yeh sach nahi ho sakta, ki Maa Papa ke saath, humare saath aisa nahi karegi.

Woh mujhe sahi galat sikhati thi, mujhe gale lagati thi jab main ghar aata tha. Yeh aurat, jo Mukesh ke lund mein khoyi thi, us tasveer ka dhokha thi. Mukesh ne aah bhari, uska haath uske baalon mein uljha, kaske pakda. 

“Rekha, poora le,” woh bola, awaaz mein hawas.Usne Maa ka sir neeche dabaya, lund ko uske muh mein aur gehra dhakela, tip uske gale tak gaya. Maa ke gale mein rukawat aayi, aankhein pani se bhar gayi, par usne virodh nahi kiya.

Uske haath Mukesh ki janghon pe kase, nakhun uski khaal mein dhans gaye jab usne poora liya, hont khinch gaye, jeebh shaft ke chaaron taraf ghumi. 

Woh aur zor se chusi, sir upar neeche, thook uski thodi pe tapki jab woh ek desperate josh mein kaam karti thi, gale se ek naram “aaahhh mmm” ki awaaz aayi.“Suck that cock like the whore you are,” 

Mukesh ne kaha, uska haath aur kasa, uska rhythm banaya. “Dikha kitna pyar karti hai isse.” “Uuhhh mmm, mujhe yeh pasand hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne boli, thodi der ke liye muh hataaya, awaaz mein zaroorat.“Tera lund perfect hai. 

Main ise raat bhar chus sakti hoon. Aaahhh, iska swaad kitna achha hai.” Woh muskuraya, aankhein kaali. “Yeh meri randi hai. Chalu rakh, Rekha. 

Yeh lund tera hai.”Woh dobara jhuki, hont uski lambai pe sarke, ek lamba “ooohhh uuhhh” nikla jab usne gehra liya, uske moan bandh ho gaye. Main dekhta raha, jam gaya, dil zor se dhadak raha tha.Yeh Maa nahi thi. 

Main is gandi harkat ko us aurat se nahi jod saka jisne mujhe pala. Papa isse behtar deserve karte the—unki buckle wife yahan aise kisi aur ke lund ko chus rahi thi. Mukesh ne usse khincha, ek gili awaaz ke saath.

“Uth, Rekha. Hum sofa pe ja rahe hain.” Woh utha, uska lund abhi bhi sakht, harkat mein. Usne Maa ko kamre ke kone mein chhote se sofa pe le gaya, uski kamar hilti hui, nanga jism roshni mein chamak raha tha.

Usne use cushions pe dhakela, uski peeth doob gayi, taangein khul gayi. Mukesh uske beech mein baitha, uski janghon ko chhoda kiya, haath uski khaal pe sakht. Woh jhuka, uske hont uski nabhi pe, chumta aur chhata.


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Uski jeebh nabhi ke chaaron taraf dheere dheere gol gol ghumi, chhote se gaddhe mein, Maa ko hilati hui. Maa ne aankhein band ki, sar peeche jhuka, hont khule ek naram moan ke saath.

“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz mein kampan aur sharam. Uska chehra laal tha, jabda tight, jaise Papa ke saath dhokha karne ki sharam se lad rahi ho.Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, par maza itna tha ki woh Mukesh ke control mein khinchti chali gayi. 

“Ooohhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna achha hai,” woh boli, awaaz kampati hui.“Aaahhh uuhhh, mat ruk.” “Tujhe yeh pasand hai, meri randi?” woh uski khaal ke khilaaf bola, hont uski nabhi ko chhu rahe the. 

“Tera jism ab mera hai.”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh phusphusaayi, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Mujhe nahi chahiye… par main khud ko rok nahi sakti. Aaahhh, yeh itna achha hai.” 

Main dekhta raha, dil toot raha tha. Maa ki sharam saaf thi, par uski pyaas bhi.Woh Papa ke saath dhokha kar rahi thi, kisi aur ko apne aap ko chhune de rahi thi jo sirf Papa ka haq tha. 

Mukesh ek lucky aadmi tha—bahut lucky.Uske paas Maa ka jism, uska pyar, sab kuch tha, jabki Papa ko kuch nahi pata. Uski badi gaand, poore stan, chamakti khaal—sab Mukesh ke liye tha, aur maine kabhi nahi socha Maa Papa ke saath aisa karegi.

Woh uski thi, is gande aadmi ki khelni nahi. Yeh khayal mere pet ko chubha, par main nazar nahi hata saka.Mukesh ke hont upar gaye, uske stan tak. Usne unhe pakda, haath se naram goonda, anguthe uske nipples ko chhue.


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Woh jhuka, ek stan ko chata, jeebh uske sakht peak ke chaaron taraf ghumi, phir use muh mein liya. Maa ne saans li, peeth teer ki tarah, haath sofa ko kaske pakde. “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, haan,” woh boli, awaaz lambi aur desperate.



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“Mere stan chus, please.” “Yeh ab mere hain, Rekha,” woh bola, doosre stan pe gaya, aur zor se chusa, daant uski khaal ko chhue. “Tera pati inka haqdaar nahi.” “Oooohhh mmm, Mukesh, mat ruk,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari.

“Aaahhh uuhhh, chusta ja… yeh itna achha hai.” Woh uske stan ko bhookhe josh se chusta raha, hont nipples pe, haath goondh rahe the.Yeh woh stan the jo Papa ke liye hona chahiye tha, par Mukesh ne unhe apna bana liya, uska muh us pavitra cheez ko ganda kar raha tha. 

Yeh ganda tha, ek dhokha itna kacha ki meri khaal sihar gayi.Maa ke moan besharam the, uska jism uske chhuan ke neeche hil raha tha, ek aise maze mein khoyi jo kisi aur ka tha.

Main bhavnaaon ke toofan mein tha—Maa pe gussa ki usne Papa ke saath dhokha kiya, Mukesh pe ki usne use le liya, par ek ajeeb si excitement bhi jo main nahi samjha.Mera lund shorts mein sakht ho raha tha, aur main khud se nafrat karta tha. Main kyun excited tha? 

Yeh galat tha, ganda, par Maa ka jism, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, ne mujhe andar se hila diya.Mujhe sex ka zyada pata nahi tha, par mera jism react kar raha tha, mujhe confuse kar raha tha, khud pe gussa dilata tha ki main nazar nahi hata raha.

Mukesh hat gaya, uske hont geele, aur utha, Maa ko khincha. 

“Poore kamre ka istemaal karte hain, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz mein gandagi.Usne use kamre ke doosre taraf ek chair pe le gaya, haath uski kamar pe, jaise woh uski ho. 

Usne use bithaya, taangein chhodi ki, uski shaved chut roshni mein chamak rahi thi.Woh tayyar thi, jaise usne yeh pal plan kiya ho, apni chut ko smooth kiya ho Mukesh ke liye. 

Yeh soch mujhe chubhi—Maa ne yeh Mukesh ke liye kiya, Papa ke liye nahi. Mukesh uske pairon ke beech jhuka, uska chehra uski chut ke paas.


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[/url]Woh jhuka, jeebh ne uski chut ko dheere chhua, uska swaad lete hue. Maa ne saans li, uske sir ko pakda, use apni chut mein dhakela. Woh garam thi, kamar hil rahi thi, moans zor aur besharam.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, haan, meri chut chato,” woh boli, awaaz desperate. “Oooohhh, yeh bahut achha hai.” 

“Teri chut ka swaad lajawab hai, Rekha,” woh bola, thoda hata. “Tere pati ne kabhi aise chusa?”“Mmm uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” woh boli, aankhein aadhi band. “Use nahi aata tha. Teri jeebh… aaahhh, kamaal hai.” “Kaisa swaad hai, Mukesh?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz sulagti hui.


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“Bata, please.” “Jannat jaisa, Rekha,” usne jawab diya, dobara jhukte hue. “Yeh chut ab meri hai.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh teri hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, haath uske baalon mein kase.“Meri chut tujhe di hai.” 

Mukesh ki jeebh uski chut pe kaam karti rahi, folds ko chata, clit ke chaaron taraf ghuma, phir neeche uski chhoti si gaand ke ched pe, thook se geela karta hua.Uski chut lajawab dikh rahi thi, gulabi aur chikni, uski pyaas aur uske thook se chamakti hui. Maa ka jism kamp raha tha, uske moan aur zor se.

“Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, meri gaand bhi chato,” woh maangi, awaaz kachi. “Aaahhh, please, mat ruk.” Woh uski chut aur gaand ke beech mein chalta raha, jeebh ek se doosre pe, ek gandi bhookh ke saath.Maa ek masti mein thi, uska jism hil raha tha, moans kamre mein goonj rahe the. 

“Aaahhh mmm, Mukesh, haan, meri gaand chato, ooohhh, yeh itna achha hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz lambi aur desperate.Mukesh jaanta tha aurat ko kaise moan karana hai, uski jeebh ek hathyaar thi jo har sensitive jagah pe nishana lagati thi. 

Maine uski chhoti gaand dekhi, uske thook se geeli, chamakti hui jab woh usse chata, aur main nahi maan saka ki Maa use yeh karne de rahi thi.


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Mukesh hat gaya, use chair pe doggy-style mein ghumaya, uski badi gaand upar uthi hui. Uski gaand badi thi, gol aur poori, thodi si hili jab woh hili.Kayi hafton se Mukesh iska maza le raha tha—use dabata, chumta, apna banata. Woh uski gaand mein ghus gaya, uske gaalon ko chata, phir uski gaand ke ched pe, jeebh gehri. 

Uski gaand chamak rahi thi, uske thook se geeli, jab woh chata, use chikna karta hua.Usne uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, gaand jelly ki tarah hili. “Rekha, teri gaand ka ched kitna tight hai,” woh bola, awaaz bhari. “Tujhe pasand hai na jab main ise chatoon?”

“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, mujhe yeh pasand hai,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Meri gaand chato, please, ooohhh, yeh itna achha hai.”“Ab teri chut chahiye?” usne poocha, dobara gaand pe thapki maarte hue, dekha kaise woh hilti hai. 

“Bata, Rekha, tujhe yeh lund chahiye?”“Mmm uuhhh, haan… meri chut chodo, Mukesh,” woh phusphusaayi, awaaz sharam se kampati. “Mujhe iski zaroorat hai.”Woh muskuraya, aankhein chamki. 

“Tere pati ne kabhi aise choda? Ya yeh chut ab sirf meri hai?”

“Aaahhh, sirf teri,” woh boli, awaaz tooti. “Main teri randi hoon, Mukesh.” Mukesh utha, apna lund uski chut pe rakha, tip uske folds ko chhua. 

Maa thodi si uchal gayi, ek saans nikli.“Aaahhh uuhhh, tu kyun uchal gayi, rani?” usne chheda, awaaz mazaak mein. “Yeh kitna bada hai,” woh boli, awaaz kampati. 

“Aaahhh, tera lund… yeh bahut hai.” Woh dheere dheere andar gaya, lund uski chut mein sarka, use kholte hue.Maa ne lambi moan ki. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh chillayi, jism kamp raha tha. Woh dheere shuru kiya, kamar hilti hui, chair neeche charkhati hui.



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“Aaahhh, dheere kar, Mukesh,” Maa ne maangi, awaaz saans se bhari. “Tera lund itna bada hai, mujhe adjust karne de. Mmm uuhhh, yeh itna achha hai.” “Aise, rani?” usne poocha, dheere dheere chalta raha.

“Bata kaise chahiye.” “Mmm uuhhh, dheere… aise hi,” woh boli. “Aaahhh, yeh kitna achha hai.” Par Mukesh dheere nahi raha. Uski dhakke tez ho gaye, lund uski chut mein zor se, chair hilti hui.

Maa ke moan desperate ho gaye. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, zor se chodo, please, meri chut ko zor se chodo,” woh maangi, awaaz ek randi jaisi. Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti thi, goosht hilta tha, khaal ke takraane ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Woh chair ko kaske pakdi, uske knuckles safed, jism uske zor se hil raha tha. Mukesh ke haath uski kamar pe, zor se dhakke maarte, uske moans uski awaaz se milte.

“Rekha, tujhe yeh lund pasand hai na?” woh bola. “Bata kitna chahiye.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe yeh bahut chahiye, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz besharam. “Tera lund sab kuch hai.

Kal raat main so nahi saki, tere baare mein sochti rahi. Main… aaahhh, maine khud ko chhua, socha ki yeh lund mujhe chod raha hai.” Woh hasa, awaaz gandi.

“Mujhe teri yeh randi wali baatein pasand hain, Rekha. Tu ab meri randi hai.” “Oooohhh mmm, haan, main teri randi hoon,” woh boli, jism hilta hua.“Aaahhh uuhhh, maine tere baare mein soch ke khud ko chhua. 

Main kitni gandi hoon.” Main shock mein tha, dimag ghoom raha tha. Maa, khud ko chhuti hui, Mukesh ke baare mein sochti hui? Woh aurat jisne mujhe pala, mujhe maathe pe chuma, yeh confess kar rahi thi?

Meri Maa ki tasveer toot gayi—uski Papa ke liye wafaadari, uski izzat, sab chala gaya. Woh ek randi thi, jaise Mukesh ne kaha, aur yeh dil tod raha tha, par mera lund bhi dhadak raha tha, mujhe aur confuse karta hua.

Mukesh ne uske kandhon ko pakda, aur zor se dhakke maare, lund gehra ja raha tha. Maa ne chair ko sambhala, uska jism uske zor se girne wala tha. Uski gaand uchal rahi thi, moans ek lambi cheekh.

“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, mat ruk, mujhe chodo,” woh chillayi, awaaz kachi. Woh usse bistar pe le gaya.Maa dheere chali, taangein kamp rahi thi, chut chamakti hui. Mukesh ne use bistar pe litaya, uski daayin taang upar uthayi, chut dobara khul gayi. 

“Aur chahiye, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi.“Tujhe yeh lund pagal kar de?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh, aur chodo,” woh boli, awaaz desperate.“Mujhe tera lund chahiye, please.” 

Usne apna lund dobara uski chut mein dala, gehra gaya, aur zor se choda. Maa ka poora jism hil raha tha, stan uchal rahe the, gaand har dhakke se kamp rahi thi.Mujhe pata tha Papa ne use kabhi aise nahi choda—koi ajeeb baat nahi thi ki Maa Mukesh se pyar karti thi. 

Uska josh, uska skill, yeh sab woh tha jo Papa nahi tha. Maa ke moan iska saboot the, uska jism aise react kar raha tha jaisa maine kabhi nahi socha. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, haan, meri chut ko zor se chodo,” woh chillayi, awaaz ek gandi geet.

Mera lund sakht tha, shorts mein dhadak raha tha, aur main nahi samajh raha tha kyun. Main gusse mein tha—Maa pe ki usne Papa ke saath dhokha kiya, Mukesh pe ki usne use le liya, par excited bhi, mera jism is gande scene pe react kar raha tha.

Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse, khud se nafrat karte hue, par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh mein phansa hua

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Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh ke mixture mein phansa hua. Uske shabd—“Aaahhh uuhhh, maine tere baare mein soch ke khud ko chhua, Mukesh. 

Main kitni gandi hoon”—mere dimag mein goonj rahe the, mujhe andar tak hila diya.Woh Maa jo mujhe palti thi, jo mujhe sone se pehle chadar odhaati thi, nashta banati thi, usse aise baatein nahi karni chahiye thi. 

Usse khud ko chhune ka nahi, kisi aur ke lund ke liye tarasna nahi chahiye tha jab Papa wahan bahar humare liye mehnat kar rahe the.Har shabd ek dhokha tha, uski wafadaar biwi wali tasveer pe chhuri. 

Woh pavitra honi chahiye thi, na ki yeh aurat jo “ooohhh uuhhh” moan karti hui Mukesh ke saamne jhuk rahi thi.Yeh shock dil se mehsoos hua, mera seena kasa hua, jab mujhe laga woh bilkul alag hai, koi jise main nahi jaanta. 

Mukesh uski chut ko bina ruke chodata raha, uska lund andar bahar, har dhakka chair ko charkhata hua. Uski kamar uspe zor se takrati, rhythm tez aur sakht, Maa ki badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti.

Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha ki Maa Mukesh ke saath sahi kar rahi thi ya galat, kyunki mujhe yeh sab samajh nahi tha.Kamra khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz, uske moans, aur Mukesh ke grunts se bhara tha. 

Maa ki chut chamakti hui, uske mote lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uski shaved folds pyaas se chikni. Chair hil rahi thi, girne ke kagaar pe, jab Mukesh use chodata raha, haath uski kamar pe, har dhakke mein use khinchta hua.

Roshni unke jismon pe parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke curves dikha rahi thi—uske poore stan hilte hue, gaand uchalti hui, khaal paseene aur pyaas se laal. 

Mujhe sex ka mechanics nahi pata tha, par main Mukesh ki harkaton mein kachi taakat dekh sakta tha, uska uspe control, aur isne mera lund aur sakht kiya.“Tujhe yeh lund pasand hai na, Rekha?” 

Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Yeh chut kiski hai?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh teri hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz randi jaisi aur desperate. “Meri chut tujhe di hai.”

“Tujhe aisa kaun mehsoos karata hai?” usne dabaya, aur zor se dhakka maara. “Bata, randi.” “Oooohhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Koi aur nahi. Aaahhh uuhhh, tera lund kitna achha hai.”“Is chut ka kya karoon?” Mukesh ne poocha, muskaan gandi. “Aaahhh, ise zor se chodo,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti. 

“Ise apna bana, Mukesh. Mujhe yeh chahiye.” “Aur main, Rekha?” usne chheda, dhakke dheere kiye. “Tu is lund ko khush rakhegi?”“Mmm uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein uspe jami. 

“Mujhe tera lund har raat chahiye. Aaahhh, main teri randi hoon.” Main dekhta raha, haath abhi bhi mere lund pe, uske shabd aur gehre utarte.Woh Mukesh ko chun rahi thi, Papa ko nahi, apne jism ka maalik kehte hue. 

Dheere dheere, mujhe lagne laga shayad Maa galat nahi kar rahi. Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad woh usse aisa—zinda, chahi hui—mehsoos nahi karata tha. 

Mujhe sex ka pata nahi tha, par uski khushi, uske moans, uska Mukesh se chipakna dekh raha tha. Shayad Papa uske liye kaafi nahi tha, shayad use yeh chahiye tha.

Yeh soch mujhe confuse karti thi, mera gussa kam karti thi, par dhokha nahi mita saki. Woh ab bhi Papa ki biwi thi, aur yeh galat tha, phir bhi main dekhna nahi rok saka, mera haath tez chalta raha.Mukesh dheere hua, uska lund uski chut se gili awaaz ke saath nikla, tip uske ras se chamakta hua. 

Maa ne saans li, jism kamp raha tha, chut abhi bhi khuli aur geeli. “Aaahhh uuhhh, tu kyun ruka?” woh boli, awaaz mein zaroorat.“Main tujhe bistar pe le jaa raha hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dheemi aur gandi. 

“Tujhe poora khula chahiye.”“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, taangein kampati hui jab usne uske haath pakde, use khincha. “Tu kitna ganda hai, mujhe aise chahne ke liye. 

Mujhe sach mein lagta hai main teri randi hoon.”“Tujhe yeh pasand hai na? Tujhe meri randi banne ka maza aata hai?” usne chheda, use bistar pe le jaate hue. “Bata kitna.”

“Aaahhh, bahut zyada pasand hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Tu mujhe woh mehsoos karata hai jo nahi karna chahiye.”Usne use bistar pe litaya, ek taang upar uthayi, uski chut khuli aur chamakti hui. 

“Dekh is chut ko,” Mukesh ne bola, aankhein use kha rahi thi. “Itni perfect.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, chhed mat,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate. “Yeh teri hai, tu jaanta hai.”

“Main teri chut ko itna achha chodunga, Rekha,” usne kaha, apna lund uske entrance pe rakha. “Taiyaar hai is lund ke liye?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, please,” woh maangi, kamar hilti hui. 

“Meri chut chodo, Mukesh.”Usne apna lund andar dhakela, aur Maa maza mein cheekhi, awaaz goonj gayi. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai!” Uska poora jism hil gaya, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, khaal paseene se laal.


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Har dhakka usmein kampan bhejta tha, uske curves hilte hue jab Mukesh ne zor se choda, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua. Uski chut uske lund ke chaaron taraf khinchi hui, uske moan ek lambi cheekh, haath chadar pakde hue.Kamra unke josh se jeevant tha—paseene aur pyaas ki musky khushboo, khaal ke takraane ka rhythm, bistar ki awaaz uske moans ke saath milti hui.

Ab mujhe pata tha woh Papa ke saath dhokha kar rahi thi. Uski cheekhein, uske gande confessions, saboot the ki usne Mukesh ko chuna tha. Mujhe gussa aaya—uspe ki usne apni kasmein todi, Mukesh pe ki usne use le liya, Papa pe ki woh kaafi nahi the. 


Par main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta raha, mera lund dhadak raha tha.“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, Mukesh,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz kachi. “Aaahhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, mujhe tera lund pasand hai.”


“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne bola, aur gehra dhakka maara. “Phir se bol, randi.”“Oooohhh mmm, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui. “Aaahhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo, mujhe apna bana.”

Maine Maa ko aisa kabhi nahi dekha—itni besharam, itni khoyi hui. Woh aurat jisne mujhe pala, jo naram aur santulit thi, ab yeh jangli thi, Mukesh ke lund ke liye maangti hui, pyar confess karti hui jo main nahi jaanta tha. 

“Mmm uuhhh, tu mere liye itna achha hai,” woh boli. “Mujhe yeh har raat chahiye.”“Main tujhe doonga, meri rani,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, haath uski kamar pe. “Yeh chut ab mera ghar hai.”




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Dheere dheere, main use behtar samajhne laga. Shayad Papa use khush nahi karte the, use aise nahi chhute the. Uski moan, uski khushi, ek aisi aurat dikhati thi jo maine kabhi nahi dekhi—ek aurat jo josh ke liye tarasti thi. 


Mujhe laga Papa ne ek aisi aurat se shaadi ki jo galat thi, jo is gande maze ke liye tarasti thi.Woh woh pavitra biwi nahi thi jo maine sochi thi; use Mukesh ki taakat, uska control chahiye tha. 


Yeh dard deta tha, par samajh aata tha—uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi galat thi. Mera lund itna bada aur sakht tha, pajamas ke khilaaf daba raha tha
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Jagah nahi thi, toh maine use bahar nikala, thandi hawa uspe lagi. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun sehlane mein maza aata tha, par maine kiya, haath tez chalta raha jab main Maa ke jism ko Mukesh ke dhakke ke neeche hilta dekha. 

Maa ko Mukesh ke saath duniya ka sabse ganda kaam karte dekha.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, headboard deewar se takrata hua, uski taakat ka saboot. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, bina ruke, jo unhe cheekhne de. 

Mukesh poora taakat tha, uski muscles flex karti hui, uska lund usmein aisi zor se ja raha tha jo Papa mein kabhi nahi tha.Mukesh ruk gaya, apna lund bahar nikala. “Upar aa, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz bhari. 



“Is lund pe sawar ho.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, jism paseene se chikna. “Main itna nahi kar sakti.”“Thak gayi?” usne bola, awaaz gandi. 

“Teri chut itni geeli hai, randi. Sawar ho, is chut ko kaam kar.”


“Mmm uuhhh, tu kitna ganda hai,” woh boli, aankhein chamakti hui, uske shabd use phir se garam kar rahe the. Woh upar chadhi, uske lund ko apni chut mein dala, haath kamp rahe the. 

“Aaahhh, yeh itna bada hai,” woh boli, neeche baithti hui, uski chut uske lund ko nigal rahi thi.“Tu perfect hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, haath uski kamar pe. 

“Dekh tujhe, is lund ko pro ki tarah leti hui.”“Oooohhh uuhhh, main thak gayi hoon, Mukesh, par main tujhse pyar karti hoon,” woh boli, awaaz desperate. “Main hamesha tujhe khush karungi, chahe kuch bhi ho. Aaahhh, main teri hoon.” 

“Bilkul sahi,” usne bola, haath uska rhythm banate hue. “Chodti ja, randi.”Maa paseena paseena thi, jism chamakta hua, par woh tez chali, chut uske lund pe upar neeche, gili awaazein kamre mein goonj rahi thi. 

Woh meri taraf muh karke thi, uske stan har uchal ke saath hil rahe the, uski tez sawari se harkat. Uski aankhein band thi, chehra masti mein khoya, jaise woh ek pure maze ki duniya mein bhaag rahi ho. “Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund kitna achha hai,” woh boli.



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“Mujhe pasand hai kaise yeh mujhe bharta hai.” “Yeh stan, Rekha,” Mukesh ne bola, haath upar karke, uske stan pakde. Usne unhe dabaya, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, nipples ko chhoda.“Yeh perfect hain.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tujhe mere stan pasand hain na?” woh boli, awaaz gandi. “Aaahhh, aur zor se daba.” Woh uske stan goonda, anguthe nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye, uske moans aur zor se. 

“Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” woh chillayi, jism kamp raha tha. Maine apna lund sehlana shuru kiya bina jaane kyun, yeh ehsaas naya aur zabardast tha.Yeh maza achha laga, ek gudgudi jo main samajh nahi saka, pehli baar aisa karta hua.

Mera jism Maa ke moans, uske hilte stan, is gande scene pe react kar raha tha, aur main khud se nafrat karta tha par ruk nahi saka.Bistar zor se hil raha tha, frame charkhata hua, mattress Mukesh ki taakat ke neeche moan karta hua. 

Woh ek janwar tha, uske dhakke taakatvar the jab Maa uspe sawar thi, uski kamar usse mil rahi thi. Auratein aise mardon ko chahti hain—mazboot, control mein, jo unhe pagal kar dein.

Mukesh ne use roka, apna lund bahar nikala, gili awaaz tez thi. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, bistar se utha. “Main tujhe khade khade chodna chahta hoon.” “Aaahhh uuhhh, khade khade?” 

Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz hesitati par excited. “Tu mujhe woh sikha raha hai jo mere pati ne kabhi nahi kiya. Tu kitna ganda hai, Mukesh.”“Ganda wahi hai jo tujhe chahiye, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya. 

“Tera pati ek boring pati hai. Main tujhe dikhata hoon asli mard kaise chodata hai.”

“Mmm uuhhh, tu sahi hai,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. “Usne mujhe kabhi aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. Aaahhh, mujhe aur sikha.”“Aaj tujhe choda jayega jab tak tu use bhool na jaye,” Mukesh ne bola. 

“Tu ab meri randi hai, Rekha.”Usne use table pe le gaya, use jhukne ko kaha aur table pakadne ko. Maa ne maan liya, uski badi gaand upar uthi, haath table ke kinaare pe kase. Mukesh ne apna lund, jo abhi bhi sakht tha, uski chut mein dala, dheere dheere andar gaya.


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“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. Woh chodna shuru kiya, table hilta hua, uski gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti hui. Mujhe nahi samajh aa raha tha uska lund abhi tak kaise sakht tha—uski size, uski taakat, koi ajeeb baat nahi ki Maa ise pyar karti thi.

“Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, dheere kar,” Maa ne cheekha, awaaz dard se bhari. “Meri chut dukh rahi hai.”“Dukh rahi hai?” woh hasa, awaaz besharam. “Teri chut ko yeh lund pasand hai, Rekha. Ise achhi randi ki tarah le.”


“Aaahhh, main koshish kar rahi hoon,” woh boli. “Yeh itna bada hai, Mukesh. Oooohhh uuhhh, mujhe chodo.”“Meri is badi gaand pe thapki maar sakta hai, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Tujhe pasand hai jab yeh hilti hai?”



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“Mmm uuhhh, haan, thapki maar,” woh boli, awaaz besharam. “Aaahhh, meri gaand ko apna bana.”Usne uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, goosht hilta hua. Maa ne aur zor se moan kiya, “Oooohhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh!” Usne dobara thapki maari, gaand uchalti hui, laal nishaan bante hue. 

“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, randi?” usne poocha. “Aur chahiye?”“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, aur zor se,” woh maangi. “Meri gaand pe thapki maar, Mukesh.”Mujhe nahi pata tha kya mehsoos karna—yeh garam, ganda scene dekhna, mera haath mere lund pe tez chalta hua. 


Papa sochte the Maa wafadaar hai, par woh ek randi thi, uski morality chali gayi, uska jism Mukesh ka tha. Uska muh khula, moan karti hui, aankhein band, us maze mein khoyi jo Papa ke saath kabhi nahi mila. 

Mukesh ne uski gaand pe phir thapki maari, uski aankhon ne uski tight gaand ka ched dekha.Woh excited ho gaya jab usne Maa ka ched dekha, usne thooka, thook sidha Maa ke ched pe gira, aur thook ne Maa ke ched ko chamka diya. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, yeh kya tha?” Maa ne saans li, awaaz shock mein kyunki use nahi pata tha kya uski gaand pe gira.“Apni chut pe focus kar, Rekha,” usne bola, awaaz gandi. “Peeche kya kar raha hoon, usse mat soch.”

“Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz kampati hui. Use nahi pata tha ki Mukesh ne uski gaand pe thooka. “Aaahhh, bas mujhe chodta ja.”


Usne apna angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumaya, geeli khaal ko sehlaya, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Rekha, tera ched kitna tight hai,” usne kaha, awaaz gandi.


“Tune kabhi kisi ko isse chhune diya?”

“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” woh boli, awaaz ghabrayi hui. “Aaahhh, Mukesh, tu kya soch raha hai?”

“Soch raha hoon mujhe yeh ched chahiye, itna achha hai,” usne bola, angutha halke se dabaya. “Tujhe pasand hai jab main ise sehlata hoon?”“Mmm uuhhh, mujhe darr lagta hai,” usne maana, jism sakht hua. 


“Par… aaahhh haan haan yeh achha lagta hai jab tu meri gaand ke ched ko sehlaata hai, gudgudi hoti hai.”Main dekhta raha, haath tez chalta hua, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha. 


Papa ki wafadaar biwi chali gayi thi—yeh ek aurat thi jo gandagi mein khoyi thi, uska jism Mukesh ke bina ruke chodne ke neeche hil raha tha.

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Maine khud ko sehlana shuru kiya, confuse tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha par ruk nahi saka. Maa ek randi ki tarah chud rahi thi, aur main dekh raha tha, gandagi aur moh ke mixture mein phansa hua. Uski moan lambi thi, ek baar baar “aaahhh uuhhh” jab Mukesh uski chut ko zor se chodata tha, uska mota lund andar bahar, ek taakat ke saath jo chair ko charkhata aur hilata tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath uchalti thi, goosht hilta huma, pehle ki thapkiyon ke laal nishaan roshni mein chamakte the. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, yeh kitna gehra hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz randi jaisi, jism kamp raha tha, paseena uske curves pe tapak raha tha. Uski baatein mujhe shock kar rahi thi, har shabd Papa ke saath dhokha. 


“Main teri randi hoon,” usne pehle confess kiya tha, maana tha ki woh Mukesh ke baare mein soch ke khud ko chhuti thi, Papa ke baare mein nahi. Woh Maa jo mujhe “mera pyara beta” kehti thi, mere baal sehlati thi jaise main abhi bhi chhota hoon, woh chali gayi thi. Yeh aurat, jo Mukesh ke lund ke liye maang rahi thi, ek ajnabi thi, uski wafaadari uski besharam pyaas ne mita di thi.


“Rekha, tera gaand ka ched kitna tight hai,” Mukesh ne bola, uska angutha uske ched ke chaaron taraf ghumta hua, pehle ke thook se geela, chamakta hua. “Teri chut ko ab double maza mil raha hai, na?” “Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz masti se bhari. “Tera angutha meri gaand pe… yeh jaise aag aur maza ek saath hai. 


Meri chut ko aur zyada mehsoos hota hai. 



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Oooohhh mmm, yeh bahut intense hai.” “Main har ched ka istemaal karunga, randi,” usne jawab diya, awaaz gandi, angutha uske ched pe halke se dabata hua jabki uska lund uski chut ko chodta raha, khaal ke gile takraane ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. 


“Tujhe yeh pasand hai, na?”Kamra garmi aur hawas ke dhundh mein tha—unke paseene ki musky khushboo, chair ka rhythm mein charkhana, Maa ka chamakta jism uske dhakke ke neeche hilta hua. 


Uski poori stan hilte the, gaand uchalti thi, aur chehra maza aur sharam ka mix, aankhein aadhi band, hont har “aaahhh uuhhh” ke saath khule. Mukesh ne haath aage badhaya, uske stan peeche se dabaye, ungliyaan naram goosht mein dhansi, anguthe sakht nipples ke chaaron taraf ghumaye. 


Dheere dheere, usne unhe goonda, pehle halke se, phir zor se, nipples ko ungliyon ke beech dabaya, Maa ko saans lene pe majboor kiya. Uska chehra poora maza tha, muh khula, gaal laal, maathe pe paseene ki chamak, har dabav pe moan aur zor se. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, mere stan,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate. “Aur zor se daba, please.” 


“Tujhe kaun behtar chodata hai, Rekha?” Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz gandi, haath abhi bhi uske stan pe, ungliyaan naram goondh mein. “Main ya tera bechara pati?” 


“Aaahhh mmm, tu, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz sharam se bhari, jism uske dhakke ke saath hilta hua. “Tu mujhe itna achha chodata hai. Mere pati ne mujhe kabhi aise nahi chhua. 


Oooohhh uuhhh, main kitni gandi biwi hoon, tere lund ke liye tarasti hoon.” “Tu ab meri randi hai,” usne bola, uske nipples ko chhoda, usse cheekh nikli. “Phir se bol, randi.” 


“Mmm uuhhh, main teri randi hoon, Mukesh,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se tooti. “Main bahut gandi hoon, apne pati ke saath dhokha karti hoon, main buri maa aur buri biwi hoon. Aaahhh, par tera lund mujhe apna bana deta hai.” 


Main apna lund pakde raha, yeh ehsaas zabardast tha jab maine use sehlaaya, haath shaft pe upar neeche, ungliyaan kaske pakdi, phir dheeli, garmi badhti hui. Yeh mera pehla baar tha, aur mujhe nahi pata tha main kya kar raha hoon, par meri kamar mein gudgudi addictive thi, Maa ke “aaahhh uuhhh” moans aur uske hilte jism se masturbation ki khoj. 


Yeh sharamnaak tha, apni Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekhna, uske gande confessions mere kaano mein goonj rahe the. Maine koshish ki rukne ki, aankhein band karke, haath ko rokne ki, par uske moans, uski uchalti gaand ne mujhe wapas khincha. 


Maza bahut achha tha, ek manaa hua josh jo mera dil dhadka raha tha. Maine apna lund tez sehlaaya jabki maza mehsoos ho raha tha, angutha tip pe, ungliyaan lambai pe, yeh ehsaas aur mazboot hota gaya, mera gunaah aur bhari. 


Yeh galat tha, Maa ki gandagi se paida hua gunaah, par main resist nahi kar saka, meri masoomiyat uske bure vyavhaar ke saath chali gayi. Mukesh bahar nikla, uska lund uske ras se geela, aur Maa ke haath pakde, use bistar ke paas le gaya. 


“Bistar pe jhuk, Rekha,” usne hukum diya, awaaz gandagi se bhari. “Main tujhe ab itna zor se chodunga.”“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, please ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz thaki hui, taangein kampati hui. 


“Main bahut thak gayi hoon, aur nahi le sakti.” “Thak gayi?” usne hasa, awaaz gandi. “Teri chut tapak rahi hai, randi. Tu is lund ke liye maang rahi hai.” “Mmm uuhhh, main khadi nahi reh sakti,” 


Maa ne moan kiya, jism hilta hua, paseena uski janghon pe tapakta hua. “Meri chut itni dukhti hai, Mukesh, please.” “Bistar pe jhuk ja, phir,” usne bola, use halke se jhukaya, haath bistar ke kinaare pe kase. 


“Main tujhe tab tak chodunga jab tak tu gir na jaye.” Maa ne ek taang bistar pe uthayi, uski chut khuli, chamakti aur khuli, folds gulabi aur chikne. Mukesh uske peeche khada hua, uska lund uske entrance pe chhua, phir dheere dheere andar gaya, inch by inch, use kholte hue.







“Aaaahhh uuhhh, ohhh, Mukesh! mera pyar, main tujhse itna pyar karti hoon, kaash tu mera pati hota,” Maa ne lambi cheekh ke saath, awaaz maza aur dard se bhari. Uska jism hila, stan uchalte hue, gaand kampati hui, paseena uski khaal pe chamakta hua. Woh thaki hui dikh rahi thi, chehra laal, aankhein bhari, saansein tooti hui. 


Do ghante ho chuke the, kamra unke josh se bhara, hawa unki musky khushboo se bhari, bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua.“Main tujhe paanch ghante tak chod sakta hoon, Rekha,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uske dhakke steady, lund gehra ja raha tha. 
“Tere pati ne kabhi itna der tak choda?” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, nahi, kabhi nahi,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz kamzor, jism kamp raha tha. “Tu ek janwar hai, Mukesh. Aaahhh, main toot rahi hoon.” 


Mujhe Papa ke liye afsos hua, wahan yeh soch ke ki Maa wafadaar hai jabki woh kisi aur se chudne ke liye maang rahi thi. Yeh galat tha, unki shaadi ka dhokha, meri jaani hui family ke baare mein sab kuch. 


Par main confuse tha kyunki saari maayein achhi, pavitra honi chahiye, aisi randi nahi. Uski “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski khushi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, use woh chahiye jo Papa nahi de sakte. 


Main gussa hona chahta tha, usse nafrat karna chahta tha, par meri masoomiyat is soch pe chipki thi ki maayein hamesha achhi hoti hain, buri nahi. Uski khushi sach thi, bhale hi gandi thi, aur yeh meri feelings ko uljha raha tha. 


Uski badi gaand har dhakke ke saath hil rahi thi, goosht zor se uchal raha tha, Mukesh ke pehle ke thapad ke laal nishaan saaf dikhte the. Usne dobara uski gaand pe thapki maari, awaaz tez, uska gaal jelly ki tarah hila, ek naya nishaan ubharta hua. 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, teri thapkiyan,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz mein dard aur maza mila hua. “Yeh jalti hain, par mujhe pasand hai.” “Tujhe teri gaand pe thapki khana pasand hai, na?” usne poocha, dobara thapki maarte hue, goosht hilta hua. 


“Bata, randi.” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mujhe pasand hai,” woh boli, jism kamp raha tha. “Yeh itna achha dard deta hai. Aaahhh, phir se maar.” Maa bistar pe chadhi jaise usne kaha, jhuk gayi, uska lund abhi bhi uski chut mein, ab aur gehra angle. 





Bistar charkhaya, mattress hilta hua, headboard rhythm mein deewar se takrata hua. Ek saath, unka paseena mila, chadar pe tapakta hua, roshni unke jismon ki parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi, Maa ke moans goonj rahe the, Mukesh ke grunts uske rhythm se milte hue. 


Kamra unki hawas se jeevant tha, hawa bhari, khushboo zabardast.“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, ruk ja, mera pyar,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz naram, romantic. “Main thak gayi hoon, mere pyar. Please.” 


“Jab teri chut itni geeli hai tab ruk jaun?” Mukesh ne bola, awaaz gandi. “Tu mujhe chodti rahegi, Rekha? Is lund ke liye chhup chhup ke aayegi?” “Mmm uuhhh, haan, mera pyar,” woh boli, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main tujhe chodti rahungi, Mukesh. Aaahhh, par please, mujhe break chahiye.” Mukesh aur gehra gaya, uska lund uske core tak, uske moans aur tez. “Oooohhh uuhhh, Mukesh, tera lund meri kokh mein hai,” woh chillayi, awaaz desperate, jism aur zor se hilta hua. 


“Yeh bahut gehra hai, main handle nahi kar sakti.” “Yahan meri jagah hai, randi,” usne besharmi se jawab diya, kamar aur zor se takrati hui. “Tera pati yahan kabhi nahi pahuncha.” 







Usne dobara uske gaand ke ched pe thooka, thook tight ring pe tapka, aur anguthe se uske chaaron taraf ghumaya, phir dheere se andar dala, resistance ke baad. 


Maa ne notice nahi kiya, uska focus uski chut ke maze pe tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans sab kuch daba rahe the. Mukesh hairaan laga, uska angutha poora uske gaand ke ched mein, tight goosht use pakde hue. 


“Yeh mehsoos kiya, Rekha?” usne chheda, awaaz mazaak mein, lund abhi bhi uski chut ko chod raha tha. “Aaahhh uuhhh, kya?” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz behoshi mein, kamar hilti hui. 


“Mera angutha teri gaand ke ched mein hai,” usne bola, use halka sa hilaya. “Tune notice bhi nahi kiya, na?” “Mmm uuhhh, nahi, maine nahi kiya, meri chut ka ehsaas itna zabardast hai aaahhhh,” woh saans li, awaaz shock mein. 


“Aaahhh, ab mehsoos ho raha hai. Meri chut ka pressure itna tha, mujhe pata nahi chala. Oooohhh uuhhh, main nahi maan sakti tune apni ungli meri gaand ke ched mein daal di.” 


“Tu perfect randi hai,” Mukesh ne daava kiya, uska lund bina ruke, angutha uske gaand ke ched mein hilta hua. “Mera lund aur angutha ek randi ki tarah le rahi hai.” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, tu bahut achha hai, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, uski taareef karti hui, awaaz tooti. “Par please, ruk ja, main bahut thak gayi hoon.” Main apna lund upar neeche sehla raha tha, haath kaske pakda, shaft pe sarka, tip pe precum se geela. Ab mujhe pata tha kaise karna hai, par mujhe nahi pata tha yeh masturbation hai. 


Yeh galat tha, ek gunaah jo Maa ke dhokhe ki nakal tha. Uska bura vyavhaar mujhe affect kar raha tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans mujhe uski gandi duniya mein kheench rahe the. 


Maine maana yeh galat tha, jaise uska dhokha, par main uska lead follow kiya, haath tez chalta raha, yeh ehsaas badhta gaya, ek gudgudi wali garmi jo main resist nahi kar saka. 


“Let ja, Rekha, mujhe dekh,” Mukesh ne hukum diya, awaaz hawas se bhari. “Mujhe teri aankhein chahiye jab main tujhe chodu.” “Mmm uuhhh, theek hai, mera pyar,” Maa ne moan kiya, kamzor aur haanfte hue, peeth pe let gayi, taangein kampati hui. 


Mukesh ne bina ruke apna lund uski chut mein dhakela, ek dum ka dhakka usse jhatka de gaya. “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh!” woh cheekhi, awaaz kachi, jism hilta hua. “Bol tu mujhse pyar karti hai, Rekha,” usne bola, dhakke tez, bistar zor se charkhata hua. “Bol taaki main jhad sakoon.” 


“Oooohhh uuhhh, main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Mukesh,” Maa ne moan kiya, awaaz desperate, thakan saaf. “Jhad ja, please, main bahut thak gayi hoon, mera pyar.” 


Main usse nafrat karta tha ki woh uski baat maan rahi thi, uski randi ban rahi thi, uske hukum ko puppet ki tarah follow kar rahi thi. Mukesh ke dhakke tezi se badhe, uska lund uski chut mein zor se, bistar hilta hua, headboard aur zor se takrata hua. 


Uski saansein tooti hui, muscles sakht, chehra maza se bighda hua. “Rekha, main jhadne wala hoon,” usne bola, awaaz tani hui. “Tujhe apne pet pe chahiye?” 


“Aaahhh uuhhh, haan, mere pet pe jhad ja,” Maa ne maanga, awaaz urgent. “Please, Mukesh, kar de.” “Tujhe paint karne wala hoon, randi,” usne bola, dhakke beqabu. 


“Bol mujhe tera pani chahiye.” “Mmm uuhhh, mujhe chahiye, Mukesh,” woh boli, aankhein maangti hui. “Mujh pe jhad ja, please. Aaahhh, mujhe tera finish chahiye.” Usne ek aakhri, gehra dhakka diya, phir bahar nikala, uska lund pulsate karta hua jab usne apna pani uske pet pe chhoda. 


Gadhha, safed ropes bahar nikle, uski khaal pe coat kiya, nabhi mein jama hua, roshni mein chamakta hua. “Rekha!” usne moan kiya, jism kampata hua, haath uske lund ko har boond ke liye sehla raha tha, pani uske sides pe chadar pe tapakta hua. 

Maa wahan leti thi, haanfte hue, jism paseene se geela, chut abhi bhi khuli, chehra thakan aur rahat ka mix. 





Main apna lund tez sehla raha tha, haath geela, yeh ehsaas zabardast. Maine apna pehla pani apne haath pe chhoda, garam liquid mujhe hairaan karta hua, ek maza ka josh jo mujhe samajh nahi aaya. 


Yeh kamaal ka laga, ek gudgudi wali rahat jo mujhe kamzor kar gaya, par mujhe pata tha yeh galat tha, maine sabse bura tareeka seekha masturbation ka Maa ko Papa ke saath dhokha karte dekh ke. 


Gunaah bhari tha, meri masoomiyat uske dhokhe aur mere apne kaam se toot gayi thi. Mukesh uske bagal mein gir gaya, seena haanfta hua, aur Maa uske side mein simat gayi, uske seene ko dheere se chuma, hont wahan ruke. 


“Aaahhh, Mukesh, yeh meri zindagi ka sabse acha sex tha,” woh phusphusaayi, awaaz naram aur romantic. “Mera pati tere muqable kuch bhi nahi. Usne mujhe kabhi aise nahi choda, kabhi zinda mehsoos nahi karaya.” 


“Tu meri perfect randi hai, Rekha,” usne jawab diya, haath uske baalon ko sehla raha tha. “Teri chut meri hai, hamesha rahegi.” “Mmm, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, awaaz sharam se bhari. 


“Main teri hoon, Mukesh. Mera pati mujhe deserve nahi karta.” “Tu mujhe yeh chut deti rahegi?” usne poocha, awaaz gandi. “Har raat, Rekha?” “Haan, mera pyar,” woh phusphusaayi, dobara use chumte hue. 


“Main ruk nahi sakti. Tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya.” Main kamzor mehsoos kar raha tha, masturbation ke baad jism kharch hua, haath mere apne pani se chipchipa. 


Main apne kamre mein ladkhadaya, bistar pe gir gaya, meri feelings uljhi hui—gussa Maa ke dhokhe pe, gunaah mere apne kaam pe, confusion uski khushi pe. Woh ek achhi maa honi chahiye thi, par woh ek randi thi, aur main uske gunaah mein uska saath de gaya.

 
Main thak ke so gaya, par dopahar 3 baje Maa ki cheekhon se uth gaya. “Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!” woh chillayi, awaaz flat mein goonj rahi thi.


 “Mukesh, aur nahi, dard ho raha hai! Aaaaahhhh uuuuuuhhh nahi Mukesh mera pyar please nahi yeh dard karta hai aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh please ruk ja ooooohhhh.” 


“Yeh hamara chautha round hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz maghroor. “Tu ab bhi le rahi hai, randi.” Main dheere se keyhole pe gaya, par parde band ho gaye the, kamra chhupa hua tha. 


“Please, Mukesh, ruk ja!” Maa ne maanga, awaaz tooti hui. “Yeh bahut zyada hai, main nahi le sakti!” Main shock mein tha, samajh gaya maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina unbelievable thi. 


Uski dard bhari cheekhein—“Nahi, please, yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi. Main nahi dekh saka kyunki andar ka nazara nahi dikha. 


Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, haath ab aadat se chalta hua, yeh ehsaas ab jaana pehchaana par phir bhi galat. Mujhe gunaah mehsoos hua, par ab mujhe pata tha kaise masturbate karna hai, Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha, mera jism maze ke liye addict ho gaya tha bhale hi sharam thi.