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CHAPTER 10

"Davendra meri maa ko bathroom ke andar phansa deta hai."

Sari uski kamar par neeche latki hui thi thodi si kamar dikhati hui aur pallu ne uske seene ko mushkil se dhaka tha. Uski badi gaand jaise hamesha bahut badi dikhti thi silk har mod par chipka hua chalte hue zor se hilti hui. Yeh bahut zyada tha uske liye bahut bold. Mujhe pasand nahi tha un aankhon ko pasand nahi tha jo yeh khinchegi.
Hum villa ke bahar car ka intezar kar rahe the maine use ek taraf khincha. Mom woh sari... yeh thodi... zyada hai.
Usne tyrhi bhauhen banayi pallu theek karte hue. Kya matlab beta?
Yeh bas... neeche hai. Aur tight. Pata nahi lagta hai sab dekh rahe hain.
Uska chehra narm pada lekin usne saans bhari. Tere dad ne chuni thi. Keha ki main is fancy jagah par chamakun thoda dikhaun. Unhe pasand hai jab main sajti hun. Usne mera gaal chhua. Lekin agar tujhe pareshan karta hai to jaane se pehle badal lungi. Vada.
Nahi theek hai maine buk buk kiya use pareshan nahi karna chahta tha. Bas... savdhan rehna theek hai?
Usne sar hilaya aankhen shukrguzaar. Hamesha.
Restaurant mein raat garm thi samundar ki hawa grilled machhli aur jasmine ki khushbu la rahi thi. Hum khaye hasse lekin main Davendra ko baaz ki tarah dekhta raha.
Low-cut blouse ne uske boobs bhari dikhaye jaise bahar girne wale har kadam par naram hilte hue jab woh dad ki baanh se lipat kar chal rahi thi. Davendra kuch kadam peeche linen shirt ka collar khula haath jeb mein lekin uski aankhen bhagwan uski aankhen mom par bhookhi shikari chamak ke saath bandhi thi.
Woh uske curves par ghoomti rahi gaand par rukti phir seene par phir neeche jaise nazron se kha raha ho. Yeh chhupa nahi tha mere liye. Har pal jab main use dekhta gussa tez hota.
Is aadmi ne kal raat use kiss kiya pakda aur ab sabke saamne eye-fuck kar raha tha? Woh dad ka boss tha izzatdar hona chahiye tha lekin bhariya ki tarah ghoom raha tha. Meri twacha sikud gayi mutthi khujlane lagi. Main chillana chahta tha ruk meri mom ko aise mat dekho!
Kuch hissa mom ko blame karta tha yeh soch kar pet muthta tha. Woh sari tight neeche bold. Woh nazron ka magnet thi aur jaanti thi. Dad ne chuni thi haan lekin usne pehni thi boobs aise latkaye gaand aise hilayi.
Main Davendra ki aankhon ko control nahi kar sakta uske creep hone ko rok nahi sakta aur uska outfit laal jhanda hilane jaisa tha. Agar modest pehnti shayad woh peeche hat jata. Lekin phir yaad aaya kal raat usne use dhakka diya bhag kar surakshit aayi.
Woh yeh nahi maang rahi thi. Bas dad ko khush karne ki koshish. Phir bhi us par gussa baaki tha Davendra par gusse ke saath mil kar sar dard kar raha tha.
Ek waiter crisp white uniform mein guzra tall glasses ki tray le kar bright red berry juice se bhari mint leaves aur lemon slices se sajayi hui.
Drinks chandni mein chamke condensation sides par tapak raha tha. Woh hamare paas ruka muskurate hue. Complimentary berry coolers sir maam?
Mom ne dad ki baanh chhodi uske chudiyon ki jhankar ke saath ek ke liye haath badhaya. Oh yeh tazgi deta dikhta hai. Shukriya. Usne glass liya turant pi red liquid uske honthon par thoda daag laga.
Dad ne bhi ek liya muskurate hue. Perfect itni spicy khane ke baad. Cheers Prisha! Usne glass uske glass se takraya phir lamba ghunt liya. Jai tu chahega beta? Yeh meetha hai jaise tu lassi pasand karta hai.
Maine sar hilaya aankhen Davendra par. Woh kuch kadam aage thoda unche platform par path ke stairs ke paas ruk gaya mom ko upar se saaf dekhta hua. Uski nazar us par jam gayi bina palke jhapke jab woh pi rahi thi. Nahi main theek hun maine kaha awaaz tight.
Mom ne mujhe dekha tyrhi bhau. Jai chalo yeh bas berry juice hai. Tu berries pasand karta hai. Kyun nahi?
Main pyasa nahi hun jhooth bola wazan badalte hue. Dinner mein zyada paani pi liya.
Dad ne hans kar muh ponchha. Kab se tu meetha thukrata hai? Isme woh tang hai jo tujhe pasand try mera ek sip. Usne glass aage kiya.
Sach mein dad main theek hun maine kaha tez se. Bas... mood nahi.
Mom ne sar tilta chintit. Tu theek hai beta? Puri raat chup raha.
Main theek hun dohraya jabardasti muskurahat. Asal mein Davendra ke mom ko upar se dekhne se comfortable nahi tha.
Woh uncha platform perfect angle deta tha uske cleavage ko dekhne blouse ke against boobs dabne hips ka curve. Woh nahi jaanti thi woh dekh raha hai uski aankhen usme ghus rahi jab woh dad ke saath has rahi thi. Woh bekhabar thi drink pi pallu theek kar. Mujhe beemar kar raha tha.
Har pal main neeche se Davendra ko dekhta woh ab bhi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhen uske jaise har inch yaad kar rahi boobs kamar woh gaand. Casual nahi obsessive honth thode khule halki smirk.
Mera khoon khaul gaya. Himmat kaise? Kal raat ke baad? Isne mujhe action lene par majboor kiya. Use aur paas se dekhna tha jaanne ki kya plan kar raha hai bina jaane ki main us par hun. Main jaanta tha us kiss ke baad uske haathon mom par main use mom ke saath aage nahi jaane dunga. Kabhi nahi.
Maine mom dad ki taraf mud kar awaaz casual rakhi. Hey main path ke bahar thodi der ja raha hun. Thodi hawa chahiye. Tum log aage jao.
Mom ne tyrhi bhau glass honthon ke beech mein. Bahar? Jai andhera hai. Kya hua?
Kuch nahi shrug kiya. Bas ek minute akela. Hawa achhi hai. Main pakad lunga.
Dad ne haath hila kar colleague se distract. Zyada door mat ja beta. Hum villa ja rahe hain jaldi.
Theek hai nahi jaunga vada kiya zyada poochne se pehle nikal gaya.
Maine path ke paas palm trees ke cluster ke peeche chhup gaya neeche baith kar chhaya mein. Sandy zameen ghutnon ke neeche thandi fronds ne mujhe perfect chhupaya. Yahan se Davendra platform par saaf dikhta mom ko dad ke saath chalte dekh raha.
Uski aankhen uske boobs par jam gayi har kadam par hilte yellow sari unki poornata chhupane mein kuch nahi kar rahi. Woh palke nahi jhapka hila nahi bas baaz ki tarah dekhta. Mera pet muthta. Tera game kya hai haramzade maine khud se poochha.
Phir dekha Davendra ne jeb mein haath dala chhota pen aur fold kiya kagaz nikala. Railing par tika jaldi likhne laga aankhen har kuch seconds mein mom par.
Woh likhte hue use dekhta intense nazar possessive jaise soch page par daal raha mom ko imagine karte hue. Mom ki aankhen ek baar usse mili chhoti der ke liye juice pite hue upar dekha. Usne use dekhte dekha tez mud gayi jaw tight lekin ignore karti rahi dad ke baat mein.
Davendra ne likhna khatam kiya note neatly fold kiya crowd scan kiya. Ek waiter ko dekha berry drinks ki tray le kar guests ke beech se guzarta. Haath uthaya bulaya. Psst idhar woh dheere bola.
Waiter tez stairs chadha tray balance. Davendra ne note uske haath mein dala phir neeche mom ki taraf ishara jo dad aur uske doston ke paas edge par ja rahi thi. Yeh yellow sari wali lady ko do dheere lekin saaf bola. Pakka pahuncha dena. Lagta hai aisa hi bola.
Waiter ne sar hilaya note jeb mein Davendra ne tip dabaya. Mujhe nahi pata kya ho raha kyun note? Kya likh sakta jo zor se nahi keh sakta? Dil tez dhada waiter ko stairs utarte tray steady mom ki taraf jaate dekh.
Woh beech kadam mein dad ke kuch kehne par has rahi glass aadha khali. Dad dock friends ke saath gehri baat mein purani kahani par haath hila raha. Jaise woh table par kuch rakhne ja rahi thi.
Waiter smoothly paas aaya muskurate. Maam complimentary refill? Tray aage.
Mom ne sar hilaya ab bhi muskurate. Oh nahi shukriya. Main theek hun.
Waiter thoda jhuka awaaz shisht. Asal mein maam yeh aapke liye. Fold note diya ungliyan tez.
Mom ne liya confused bhauhen sikud kar ulta kiya. Mere liye? Pakka?




Waiter ne platform upar ishara. Upar wale gentleman se.
Mom ki aankhen ungli ke peeche Davendra par. Chehra turant sakht gussa aankhon mein chamka honth patli line mein.
Davendra ne casually haath hila smug smirk wapas note kholne ka ishara kiya padhne ko. Mom ki mutthi kagaz par sakht knuckles white jaise kuchalna chahti.
Davendra ne sar hilaya haath utha kar roka muh se Don’t.
Woh kholne hi wali thi ungliyan gusse se kaanpti jab dad mud kar muskuraya. Prisha idhar aa! Rajesh aur uski biwi Meena se mil. Mumbai office se.
Mom jam gayi phir second mein control. Note sari ke kamarband mein daala folds ke neeche chhupaya muskurahat chipka li.
Oh mil kar khushi hui dono se awaaz steady haath milaya. Aankhen ek baar Davendra par phir gussa achhe se chhupaya Meena ke sari par tareef par hasi.
Socha kyun mom itni gussa nahi bas uncomfortable balki furious. Note mein kya socha? Confession? Aur advance? Maafi?
Chahta tha wahan chadh kar Davendra ke muh par mukka marun jaanun kya likha. Lekin nahi jaanta bina proof ladai shuru karna dad ko hi nuksaan. Chhupa raha dekhta raha.
Mom dad ke doston se baat karti rahi muskurahat tight haath chhupaye note ko chhuti rahi. Kuch minutes baad dad ke paas jhuki awaaz dheemi. Kishore ladies room jaana hai. Zyada berry juice.
Dad ne distract sar hilaya. Haan haan. Yahan intezar karte hain.
Mom ne maafi maangi crowd se guzarte resort ke restroom area beach path ke paas.




Jaise bin ke paas se guzri note nikala platform upar pure zeher se dekha sharp wrist flick se phenk diya. Kagaz kachre mein gayab woh chalti rahi heels stone path par tik tik.
Dekha woh bathroom ja rahi hai samajh aata berry juice glass glass pi rahi thi.
Lekin phir dekha Davendra hil raha tha.
Platform se neeche utra casual lekin maqsad se aankhen mom ke yellow sari par jaise crowd mein gayab hoti. Woh uska peecha kar raha guests ke beech se distance rakhte hue nazar nahi khoti.
Dil ruk gaya. Womens restroom ki taraf ja raha. Kaise andar jayega? Public area haan lekin mens toilet paas kyun peecha? Phir corner karne ka plan? Kal raat ke baad risk nahi.




Main palm trees ki chhaya mein aur gehra gaya neeche baith kar dikhai na padun. Ret ne kadam dabaye andheri fronds ne poora chhupaya.
Davendra meters ke andar se guzra cologne tez hawa mein stride confident. Meri taraf nahi dekha focus restroom entrance par jahan mom gayi.

Saans rok kar har muscle tight sprint ke liye taiyar agar kuch kare. Tu uske paas phir nahi aayega maine khud se kasam khayi. Aaj raat nahi. Kabhi nahi

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CHAPTER 11

Maine meri maa aur Davendra ke beech jo dekha, usne mujhe gussa dilaya, bahut zyada gussa

Mom ladies washroom mein gusse se ghusi, bhari lakdi ka darwaza uske peeche zor ke thud se band hua jo uske gusse ki goonj tha. Uska dimaag toofan tha Davendra ke khayal jaise lehron ki tarah takra rahe the.

Yeh note bhejne ki himmat kaise ki? Kal raat ke baad? Jab maine use dhakka diya tha? Woh us par gussa thi haan lekin khud par bhi ki usne jab usne pakda tha tab ek chhoti si garmi mehsoos ki thi, uska jism sirf darr se nahi kaanpa tha.

Us garmi se nafrat thi. Nafrat thi ki shayad usne dekh liya ho. Uski badi gaand zor zor se hilti hui jab woh andar chali, yellow silk sari har curve par chipki hui, pleats har gusse wale kadam par hilte hue, gol gol chootad tight kapde ke neeche thoda bounce karte hue.







Mere chhupne ki jagah se door path ke us paar palm trees ke peeche, main ab bhi uski golden roshni wali figure ko andar gayab hote dekh sakta tha.


Davendra restroom ke bahar khada phone check karne ka natak kar raha tha.
Usne left right dekha dimly lit path ko scan kiya. Door door kuch guests chal rahe the koi paas nahi. Woh casually ladies sign ke paas deewar se tika ek taang dusri par cross, jaise kisi ka intezar kar raha ho.


Ek middle aged aurat green sari mein aayi jab usne mard ko ladies darwaza ke bilkul paas latakte dekha to dheemi ho gayi. Aankhen shock se badi honth sikud gaye.


Excuse me usne buk buk ki usko upar se neeche tak naapasand se dekha.
Davendra muda charming smile di lekin aankhen laalchi uske jism par neeche upar. Woh jawan nahi thi provocative nahi pehni thi lekin usne aise dekha jaise mithai ho.


Aurat ne naak sikodi clearly impressed nahi aur nafrat bhari nazar se uske paas se guzri jo doodh phaad sakti thi. Davendra ne jeebh neeche honth par chhui jab woh ja rahi thi dekh kar muh mein paani bhar aaya.


Tab mujhe pakka pata chal gaya woh poora pervert hai. Sirf bold nahi entitled nahi. Poora number ka har aurat ko maans jaise dekhta hai.


Usne aur tees second intezar kiya kaan khade. Koi nahi aa raha. Phir aakhri baar charon taraf dekha aur ladies washroom mein ghus gaya jaise uska haq ho.


Mera khoon aag ban gaya. Ab andar sirf woh aur mom the. Mujhe pata tha. Mutthi itni zor se band hui ki nakhun khoon nikal aaye. Agar usne chhua to main ghus kar uska muh pulp bana dunga.


Andar mom lambi marble mirror ke saamne khadi counter pakad kar tez saans le rahi thi. Apne reflection ko dekhti hui gaal laal aankhen gusse aur confusion se chamak rahi. Davendra ka reflection peeche dikha. Woh dheere wolf jaisi smile di darwaza dheere band kiya.


Mom ghoomi aankhen jalti hui. Yeh kya kar rahe ho yahan? Bahar niklo! Mom ne use dhakka diya jab usne pakda.
Shh Prisha usne dheeme se kaha aur kareeb aaya haath khule jaise ghabraya hua ghoda shaant kar raha ho. Bas baat karni hai.








Baat? usne gurraya. Note bheja darpok ki tarah! Kal raat ke baad jab maine dhakka diya aapko lagta hai ladies room mein peecha kar sakte ho?


Woh kiss sirf mera nahi tha usne dheemi velvet aur khatarnak awaaz mein kaha. Tumne bhi mehsoos kiya. Jab maine pakda tumhara jism kaanpa. Jhooth mat bolo.


Woh galti thi usne kaata. Ek pal ki kamzori. Main shadi shuda aurat hun pujaran hun. Har subah puja karti hun pati ke liye vrat rakhti hun kabhi doosre mard ki taraf nahi dekha. Ab dimag mein ghusa lo. Abhi bahar niklo warna chillaoongi.


Davendra ne ek aur kadam badhaya aankhen bhookhi kaali. Pious auraten jab koi mard unki gaand par haath rakhta hai tab kaanpti nahi Prisha. Pious auraten kiss mein honth nahi kholti. 


Maine mehsoos kiya tum ek second ke liye jhuki thi bhagne se pehle. Main jaanta hun curious ho. Jaanta hun itni bhakti ke neeche aag hai.


Tum kuch nahi jaante usne kaha lekin awaaz ladkhadayi.
Ab woh bilkul paas tha uske upar chhaya hua.


Main jaanta hun aaj yeh sari isliye pehni ki kuch hissa tum chahti thi dekhi jao. Main jaanta hun kal raat mere haathon ke neeche tumhare nipple sakht ho gaye the. 


Main jaanta hun poora din soch soch kar geeli rahi khud se nafrat karti hui.
Ruko usne dheeme se kaha sar hilate hue. Bas ruko.


Lekin woh nahi ruka. Usne dheere jaan bujh kar haath badhaya dono haathon se kamar pakdi aur khinch kar apne se chipka liya.


Yellow silk uski ungliyon ke neeche simat gayi jab usne zor se pakda. Mom ki saans atak gayi haath uske seene par dhakka dene gaye lekin ek dil todne wale second ke liye woh jam gayi gusse aur kuch aur ke beech mein.


Main already daud raha tha chhupne ki jagah se darwaza todne ko taiyar usko kheench kar alag karne.
Tab ek budhiya achanak kahan se aayi mera baazu zor se pakda. Arrey! Yahan chhup kar kya kar raha hai ladka? Ladies bathroom mein jhaank raha hai? Besharam!


Maine chhudane ki koshish ki. Nahi nahi aunty please.
Chhee! Aajkal ke ladke! Pervert! Security bulaungi! woh chillane lagi awaaz teez.


Aunty please dheeme bolo maine minnat ki panic badh raha tha. Aisa nahi hai jaise aap soch rahi.
Lekin woh already chillayi ja rahi thi Security! Security! Yeh ladka ladies bathroom mein jhaank raha hai pakdo isko!


Mera chehra sharam aur gusse se jal gaya Davendra par ki usne mujhe is halat mein daala khud par ki pakda gaya. Ab scene bana to sab daud ke aayenge.


Dad aayega. Dekhega mom andar Davendra ke saath. Sab blast ho jayega. Maine baazu chhuda kar bhaga potted plants ki line ke peeche path par dil dhadak raha tha.


Budhiya hawa mein daantti rahi ganda ladka sasta ladka roadside Romeo.
Main neeche baitha tez saans le raha tha double gussa andar ubal raha tha Davendra par jo abhi mom ke saath kar raha hoga aur khud par jo bahar atak gaya bebas.


Soch soch kar darr laga andar kya ho raha hoga. Phir kiss kar raha hoga? Chhu raha hoga? Usse bura?
Budhiya aakhir mein mutter karte hue chal di.


Path saaf tha. Main wapas dheere se sarak gaya dil gale mein washroom mein slip kiya darwaza dheeme se cheekha. Deewar se chipka decorative partition ke paas se guzra jo sink ko entrance se alag karta tha.
Aur phir maine unko dekha.


Laga jaise sapna dekh raha hun duniya ulta ho gaya aur main nightmare mein gir gaya. Davendra ne mom ko marble counter par chipka rakha tha zor se passionately kiss kar raha tha.







Unke muh bhookhe jaise ek dusre mein lage hue jismon mein bilkul jagah nahi. Mujhe nahi pata bahar atke hue bees minute mein kya hua lekin yeh woh mom nahi thi jo main jaanta tha.


Woh kiss aise kar rahe the jaise ek dusre ke liye bhookhe mar rahe hon. Uski jeebh uske muh mein mom ka sar peeche tilt honth poore khule. Mom ke haath uske kandhon par the dhakka nahi pakad rahe the.


Uski sundar bani hui baal ab bikhre hue the chehre ke aas paas latak rahe the. Sone ki chudiyan har chhoti harkat se dheemi awaaz karti thi woh narm aur gandi awaaz shant kamre mein.


Uske bhare hue boobs uske seene se dab rahe the har tez saans ke saath upar neeche. Davendra ke haath bhagwan uske haath yellow sari ke upar se uski badi gaand masal rahe the naram maans ko dabate hue baar baar kamar kheench kar apne mein lagate.


Silk uski pakad mein simat aur khinch gayi uski gaand ke chootad uske bade haathon se ubhar aaye.
Mere dimaag mein main uspar chillaya kutiya randi kaise kar sakti ho? Main jaanta tha aise naam nahi dena chahiye galat hai woh meri maa hai lekin gussa aur dhokha har samajhdaar soch ko dubo raha tha.


Yeh meri mom nahi thi. Meri mom apne pati ke boss ko public bathroom mein kiss nahi karti. Meri mom kisi mard ko apni gaand aate ki tarah masalne nahi deti muh mein siskariyan lete hue.


Mere paer aage daudna chahte the Davendra ko khoon nikalne tak peetna chahte the. Mutthiyan kaanp rahi thi. Lekin mere haath gaddar haath hil nahi rahe the. 


Shock aur horror ne mujhe jama diya tha.
Phir awaazen. Do auraten hasste hue darwaze ke paas.


Mom ne turant kiss toda aankhen badi. Koi aa raha hai! usne ghabraye hue dheeme se kaha.
Davendra ne nahi chhoda. Muskuraya uski kalai pakdi nearest stall ki taraf kheencha. Jaldi.


Dono andar ladkhadate hue gaye ab bhi aadhe kiss karte hue honth chhute ja rahe the. Stall ka darwaza band hua jaise hi do auraten andar aayi unki chappalen marble par tik tik.






Main ghabra gaya chhupne ki jagah nahi thi. Partition bacha nahi payega agar woh mudin.
Meri aankhen bhaag rahi thi aur badi wicker dustbin par ruk gayi darwaze ke bahar aadhi plants ke peeche chhupi hui. Bina soche bahar bhaga dhakkan uthaya andar kood gaya dhakkan band kar liya.


Turant khud se nafrat ho gayi. Badboo ne muh par maara sad rahi phal dahi ka gira hua crunched packet. Aadha khaya dahi ka packet phat gaya meri baanh par lag gaya. Tukde aur chipchipa juice kapdon mein ghus gaya.


Mujhe ulti aati rahi aankhon mein paani lekin bilkul hila nahi.
Dhakkan ke chhote se jharokhe se band stall ka darwaza dikhta tha.


Sab sunai diya dheemi siskariyan kapde ki khadbad kiss ki geeli awaazen. Mera dimaag sabse buri tasveeron se ghoom raha tha: Davendra sari upar utha raha deewar se chipka kar andar ghus raha mom uska naam le kar haanf rahi.


Socha uski taangen uske kamar mein lipti hui chudiyan bajti hui jab woh dhakke maare. Socha usne toilet par jhuka kar peeche se liya honth kaat kar chup rehne ke liye.
Har gandi tasveer chhuriyon ki tarah dil mein ghus rahi thi.


Main gusse mein tha Davendra par shikari hone ke liye mom par haar maan ne ke liye khud par kachre mein chhup kar darpok banne ke liye dhosit hote hue jab meri maa dusre mard se das feet door chud rahi thi.


Aankhon mein aansu chubhe paani aur gandagi mein mil gaye.
Do auraten mirror ke paas baat kar rahi thi bekhabar.


Meena lagta hai koi aurat bathroom mein mard ke saath maza le rahi hai ek hasi.
Main us badboo wale bin mein dubka raha kaanpta hua gusse aur ghinn se mom ke dhokhe ki dheemi awaazon ko sunta raha dua karta raha ki yeh khatam ho jaaye warna main poora pagal ho jaunga

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CHAPTER 12

"Davendra ne meri maa ko bathroom ke andar phansa diya."

Main us dustbin ke andar ghoonga bana baitha raha, ghutne seene se chipke, muh se hi saans le raha tha taaki woh gandi badboo ulti na karwa de. Dhakkan band tha. Sirf ek patli roshni ki lakeer side se aa rahi thi.
Mere kapde already chipchipa juice aur dahi se bheege hue the kachre ke.


Itni garmi nikal rahi thi ki baal mathe par chipak gaye the. Har second ghante jaisa lag raha tha. Main bas dua kar raha tha: koi dhakkan na khole, koi dhakkan na khole. Agar koi waiter ya safai wala dhakkan uthaya aur mujhe kachre mein baitha dekha to wahi mar jaunga sharam se.

Dimag mein mom par chillaya ja raha tha. Jaise hi woh stall se bahar aayegi (akeli ho ya uske saath, mujhe koi farak nahi padta), main kood kar bahar nikalunga aur us par zor zor se chillaoonga.

Poochunga dad ke saath yeh kaise kar sakti hai, us aadmi ko aadha ghanta kaise kiss kar sakti hai, usko chhune deti hai aur apni badi gaand bhi aise dabwane deti hai. Chahta tha woh bhi wahi dard mehsoos kare jo mera dil phaad raha tha.

Saath hi saath darr bhi lag raha tha. Dad ab tak usko dhoondh rahe honge. Agar woh yahan aaye aur logon considerado poochhein, “Yellow sari wali meri biwi ko dekha?”

Agar kisi ne kaha, “Haan, ek lamba aadmi uske saath ladies washroom mein gayi thi, ab tak bahar nahi aaye”, dad toot kar bikhar jaayenge. Aur main woh tha jisne sab dekha aur kuch nahi kiya.

Pachchis minute. Poore pachchis minute Davendra ke saath toilet stall mein band. Dimag mein wahi tasveerein baar baar ban rahi thi jo main nafrat karta tha.

Woh rok sakti thi. Uske taango ke beech mein laat maar sakti thi. Darwaza khol kar bhaag sakti thi. Chillaa sakti thi. Sau tareeke the, lekin woh ruki rahi. Yeh baat sabse zyada dard de rahi thi.

Phir high heels ki tik tik sunai di aur ek mard ki halki, santusht hasi.
Chalo sweetheart Davendra ne kaha, awaaz halki, jaise abhi achhi si baat khatam hui ho. Ab koi nahi aa raha.
Mujhe woh heels pehchaan thi. Mom ke golden high heels. Tik… tik… tik… bilkul mere dustbin ke bahar ruk gaye.
Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe laga plastic ke andar se bhi sunai de raha hoga.
Pasand aaya? Davendra ne flirty andaaz mein poochha, saath hi kiss kiya aur uski badi gaand pakad li.



Mom ne halki si naughty hasi di, bilkul alag hasi jo dad ko deti hai. Tum na impossible ho. Hamesha gande sawal poochte ho.
Bolo na.
Shayad… thodi si… bilkul chhoti si Mom ne dheemi flirty awaaz mein kaha. Lekin sirf isliye ki tumne mujhe mauka hi nahi diya.
Main chillana chahta tha. Mauka? Duniya bhar ke mauke the uske paas!
Tissue packet khulne ki awaaz aayi.
Lo yeh lo Davendra ne narmi se kaha. Muh achhe se ponchh lo. Ab bhi chamak raha hai.
Halki si ragadne ki awaaz.
Aur hai? Mom ne ghabraye hue poochha. Achhe se dekho… yahan? Aur yahan?
Haan thoda left mein… ab neeche honth ke… good girl… ab corner… perfect. Kisi ko shak nahi hoga.
Mera pet dhas gaya. Muh itna kyun ponchhna pad raha tha? Poore itne minute andar kya kya hua tha?
Mom ki awaaz ghabrayi hui. Kishore mujhe dhoondhne lagenge. Bahut time ho gaya.
Davendra ne dheere hasa. Relax baby. Maine waiter bhej diya tha ke tumhe halka sar dard hai aur tum shant jagah baithi ho. Woh apne doston mein busy hai. Hum safe hain.
Phir mom ne kaha, Arrey rukko; dekho tumhari pant par saamne belt ke paas white daag lag gaya. Koi dekh le isse pehle saaf kar dun.
Ab aur andha nahi reh sakta tha. Maine bahut dheere se do ungliyon se dhakkan thoda sa upar kiya, itna ki chhoti si jharokhe se dekh sakun.
Woh mirror ke paas soft yellow light mein khade the. Mom thodi jhuki hui thi, Davendra ke cream colour pant par zipper ke bilkul upar ek chhota sa geela white daag baar baar tissue se ponchh rahi thi.




Fresh tissue se baar baar ragad rahi thi jaise panic mein saare saboot mita rahi ho. Davendra uske kandhe par haath rakhe santusht muskurate hue neeche dekh raha tha.

Mom par itna gussa aaya. White daag? Wahan? Pachchis minute band stall mein. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha lekin pakka nahi tha.
Davendra ki awaaz narm aur romantic ho gayi. Prisha tum duniya ki sabse sundar aurat ho. Tumhari aankhen samundar ki tarah kheenchti hain. Tumhare honth shahad se bhi meethi.

Tumhari skin reshmi, tumhare curves kavita. Maine kabhi kisi ko itna nahi chaha. Ab tum mere khoon mein ho.
Yeh shabd mujhe zinda jala rahe the. Uska haq nahi tha meri maa se aise baat karne ka. Yeh shabd sirf dad ke the.
Mom ne neeche dekha gaal laal. Aise baatein band karo.
Main kabhi band nahi karunga usne dheeme se kaha uska gaal sehlate hue. Kyunki har shabd sach hai.
Mom ne gehri saans li. Mujhe yeh tissue phenkna hai.
Mera khoon jam gaya. Poore washroom area mein sirf yahi ek dustbin tha. Woh seedhe meri taraf aa rahi thi.
Tik…
Tik…
Tik…

Har kadam mere kaanon mein goli ki tarah baja. Dil chhati se bahar nikalne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Tik…
Tik…
Uska saaya jharokhe par pada. Dhakkan upar uthne laga. Roshni bhar gayi. Maine aankhen band kar li, shareer ko sabse andhere kone mein dabaya aur gayab hone ki koshish ki.
Ek narm geela tissue pehle mere sar par gira phir mere chehre se centimeter door phal ke chhilkon ke dher par. Usme uski lipstick ki halki khushbu thi aur kuch aur… kuch gada aur namkeen. Dhakkan phir se dheeme se band ho gaya.

Usne andar nahi dekha. Shayad bin andhera tha, shayad woh ghabrayi hui thi aur Davendra ki taraf dekh rahi thi, shayad jaldi se saboot mitana chahti thi. Jo bhi wajah thi, usne mujhe nahi dekha.

Maine sabse chhoti kaanpti saans chhodi. Paseena aankhon mein gaya aur aansuon mein mil gaya.

Kuch second intezar kiya, phir dheere se kachra hata kar us tissue ko uthaya jo usne phenka tha. Garam aur geela tha. Maine jaise aag lagi ho aise chhod diya.
Darwaze ke paas phir baatein sunai di.
Davendra ki awaaz excited, ladke jaisi. Ab do na please.
Mom sharmayi aur chirchidi si. Nahi… nahi de sakti… bahut sharam aa rahi hai.
Bas yeh ek cheez. Main haath jod raha hun.
Log dekh lenge neeche kuch nahi pehna.
Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Please baby. Mere liye.
Silk kapde ki dheemi khiskne ki awaaz aayi jaise taangon par se neeche khisak raha ho.
Davendra ne khushi aur bhookhi si awaaz nikali. Shukriya meri jaan.
Mom ne aadhi hasi aadhi daantte hue dheeme se kaha, Ab khush ho tum badmash aadmi?
Khushi se zyada usne kaha, awaaz mein badi si muskaan sunai de rahi thi.
Mujhe jaanna tha “woh” kya tha. Maine phir dhakkan thoda sa upar kiya, bas dekhne joga.
Meri duniya toot gayi.
Davendra dono haathon mein mom ki yellow lace panty pakde hue tha. Usne dheere se chehre par lagaya aur gehri saans li, aankhen band, jaise duniya ki sabse achhi khushbu ho.
Mom taange chipka kar khadi thi, sari aur petticoat ghutno ke neeche sab chhupa rahe the, chehra sharam se laal.




Aise kyun soongh rahe ho? usne chhoti sharmili awaaz mein poochha.
Kyunki sirf tumhari khushbu hai isme usne phir soongha.
Main hamesha apne paas rakhoonga. Yeh mujhe aaj raat ki yaad dilayega.
Main bin se nikal kar uska gala dabana chahta tha, uska muh sadte hue kachre mein ghusa dena chahta tha jab tak woh dama ghut ke mar na jaaye.

Meri maa ki panty; uske gande haathon mein, uski naak se chipki hui. Main itna gussa mein kaanp raha tha ki laga haddiyan toot jaayengi.
Mom ne jaldi se sari theek ki. Bas khel khatam. Ab sach mein wapas jaana hai. Bilkul normal behave karna hai theek hai? Muskurana, baat karna, hasna; jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Of course Davendra ne kaha, panty ko dheere se fold kiya aur jacket ke andar wali jeb mein daala, dil ke bilkul upar. Hum to bas do dost hain jo washroom mein takra gaye, aur kuch nahi.
Darwaza khula. Mom ke heels pehle tik tik gaye, phir uske jooton ki awaaz. Unki baatein dheemi se dheemi hoti gayi yahan tak ki sannata chha gaya.
Main dustbin mein hi pada raha, kachre se dhaka hua, kapde kharab, dil gusse, ghinn aur sharam ki aag mein jal raha tha.
Ma ke liye sharam; jo aaj raat ek ajnabi ban gayi. Khud ke liye sharam; kachre mein chhup kar jab us aadmi ne meri family barbaad kar di aur mom ki panty jeb mein daal kar uske hoth par uska swad liye hue nikal gaya.
Zindagi mein kabhi itna bebas, itna chhota aur itni nafrat se bhara nahi mehsoos kiya tha. Dustbin se bahar nikla, mom ke phenke tissue ko dekha us par white daag the jaise dahi ke lekin mujhe pakka nahi tha aur waise bhi time nahi tha jaan ne ka. Apne suit ko dekha sach mein ganda ho gaya tha, kachre ke dher aur har tarah ke khane ke daag lag gaye the.

Washroom ke darwaze se jhaanka bahar dekha mom aur us shaitan Davendra door ja rahe the, uski gaand sach mein bahut achhe se hil rahi thi.

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CHAPTER 13

"Mujhe pasand nahi ki Devendra meri maa ko kaise control kar raha hai."

Main dustbin ka bhari plastic dhakkan poora upar kiya aur dheere dheere bahar nikla, ek taang pehle, phir doosri. Ghutne sakht ho gaye the, peeth dard kar rahi thi, poora jism chipchipa aur ghinn laga raha tha. Raat ki thandi hawa thappad ki tarah lagi.


Kuch second wahi khada raha, tez saans lete hue, samajhne ki koshish mein ki main hoon kahan. Washroom ke peeche wala path sunsaan tha, door se party ka music aur samundar ki halki lehron ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Maine jhatke se khud ko saaf karna shuru kiya, shirt par, shorts par, baahon par zor zor se thapthapaya.


Chhote chhote phal ke chhilke aur geele tissue ungliyon se chipke hue the. Dahi aur sadte aam ki badboo poore mein samayi hui thi. Maine haath ghaas par ragde, palm tree ke tand par ragde, jo bhi mila us par ragda.


Apne aanchal par thook kar muh ponchhne ki koshish ki. Main paagal lag raha tha, lekin parwah nahi thi. Bas itna normal dikhna tha ki party mein wapas ja sakun.


Ab plan saaf tha. Dad ko dhoondhunga, ek taraf le jaunga, bolunga bahut tabiyat kharab hai, pet dard bhi dikha dunga. Unse minnat karunga ki abhi villa wapas chalen. Mom hamesha dad ki baat maanti hai.


Chahe unka mood kuch bhi ho, agar dad bol dein “Prisha, chal rahe hain,” to woh purse uthayengi aur bina sawal kiye aa jayengi. Yeh hi ek tareeka tha jo aage jo hone wala tha usko rok sakta tha.


Main tez tez chal pada roshni wali taraf jahan party ab bhi chal rahi thi. Jooton se pathrilee sadak par gusse wali awaaz aa rahi thi. Chalte hue dimag sabse buri jagah ja raha tha.

Doston se suni kahaniyan, internet ki baatein, shaadiyon mein kanphusi mein suni gossip yaad aa rahi thi.
Achhe ghar ki auraten, izzatdar biwiyan, maaen, jo ek office trip ya ek party mein gayi aur sab badal gaya.

Ek drink zyada, ek dance kareeb, ek “dosti ka” lift ghar tak, aur phir raat ko chupke nikalna, pati se jhooth bolna, secret messages, hotel mein milna.


college ke senior ki biwi yaad aayi jise sab seedhi sadhi samajhte the, baad mein poori colony ko pata chala do saal se pati ke boss ke saath so rahi thi.


Cousin ke bhabhi yaad aayi jo pati aur chhote chhote bacchon ko chhod kar ek ameer businessman ke saath bhaag gayi thi, woh bhi isi tarah ke resort mein mili thi. Wahi peeli roshni, wahi samundar ki hawa, wahi jhooth.


Poora jism thanda pad gaya. Mom aaj raat wahi raasta chal rahi thi. Ek washroom mein kiss, ek gayab panty, ek secret cottage, aur kal woh alag insaan hongi. Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.


Itna khoya hua tha ki ek waiter se takraate takraate bacha jo thandi berry drinks ki tray le kar ja raha tha. Woh ekdum ruka.
“Arrey bhai, careful!” usne tray balance karte hue kaha.


Phir mujhe achhe se dekha aur aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Ek minute… yellow sari wali lady… killer figure wali… woh teri mom hai na?”


Muh khula hi reh gaya haan bolne ko, lekin ruk gaya. Agar haan bola to woh samajh jayega jo woh soch raha hai woh meri maa ke baare mein hai. Kabhi uska muh nahi dekh paunga.


“Nahi… bas family friend,” maine jhooth bola, zameen ki taraf dekhte hue.
Woh hasa, ek percent bhi vishwas nahi kiya.


“Family friend? Lucky family yaar. Woh aurat to poori aag hai. Sari kaise chipki hui hai… boobs jaise kood rahe hain, woh gaand apni hi taal par hilti hai. Aadhe aadmi yahan bhookhe kutton ki tarah dekh rahe hain.”


Chehra jal gaya. Mutthiyan band ho gayi. Lekin zabardasti shaant raha. Usse pata nahi thi meri mom hai. Maarunga to sab kharab ho jayega.
Usne baat jaari rakhi, maza lete hue.


“Aisi auraten? Shadi-shuda, bade bade assets, kapde do number chhote? Sab loyal ban’ti hain, ek sweet-talker mila aur pati minute mein bhool gaye.”


Chup nahi reh saka. “Aisa kyun bol rahe ho?”


Woh kandhe uchaala. “Har hafte dekhta hun bhai. Badi kamar, bada seena, low blouse, yahi log hamesha ‘private tour’ ke liye gayab ho jaati hain. Naam kya hai uska waise?”


Maine lagbhag “Prisha” bol diya, ruk gaya. “Rina,” jhooth bola.
Usne sar hilaya. “Rina type sabse aasaan hoti hain. Trust me.”


Phir aur kareeb aaya, awaaz dheemi ki.
“Aaj raat hi kitne ameer log uske baare mein pooch rahe the. Ek aadmi ne poora private cottage book kar diya sirf uske liye. Bola ‘yellow sari wali, bada sab kuch’. Triple paisa diya no disturbance ke liye.”


Dil tez dhadakne laga. “Kaun?”
Usne socha. “Naam tha Da… Davi… kuch.”
“Davindra?” meri awaaz kaanp gayi.


Usne ungliyan bajayi.
“Haan! Davindra sir. Bade boss. Cottage 808 book kiya, private area wala, bade glass windows samundar ki taraf. Manager se bola 11:30 ke baad koi staff na jaaye. Extra tip bhi diya secret rakhne ko.”


Laga zameen dono pairon ke neeche se gayab ho gayi.
“Cottage 808?” maine dohraya.


“Haan haan. Romantic package, gulab ki pankhuriyan, champagne, sab kuch. Teri ‘family friend’ ko zindagi ki raat milne wali hai.”
Phir mera chehra dekha aur dheere hasa.


“Ruko… woh teri mom hi hai na? Maine tum dono ko pehle saath dekha tha. Jhooth mat bolo.”
Usne aur ek shabd bolta usse pehle maine tray se ek berry drink uthaya aur poora uski shirt par udaal diya. Laal juice uski safed uniform par khoon ki tarah beh gaya.


Woh peeche peeche chillaya jab main tez tez chal diya.
“Madarchod! Bewakoof! Saala haramzada! Problem kya hai tera?!”


Peechhe muda nahi. Kaano mein gussa gunj raha tha. Bheed mein dhakke khaate hue aage badha, logon se takrata gaya bina dekhe. Ek lady ne daanta, “Arrey dikhayi nahi deta?”


Ek uncle bole, “Aajkal ke ladkon mein tameez hi nahi.” Kisi aur ne kaha, “Dekho yeh ladka, kachre ki badboo aa rahi hai.” Parwah nahi thi. Bas dad ko dhoondhna tha.


Main party area mein pahuncha. Mom dad ke bagal mein khadi thi, meethi muskaan, ek haath unki baanh par, perfect biwi. Lipstick taza, sari perfect, lekin mujhe neeche ka sach pata tha.


Seedhe unke paas gaya.

Mom ne mujhe dekha aur chamak kar muskurayi. “Jai beta! Itni der kahan tha? Main fikr kar rahi thi—”
Maine poora ignore kiya aur dad ko dekha.


“Dad, abhi ke abhi chalte hain.”






Dad ne hairani se palta. “Kya hua beta? Itna gussa kyun?”
“Tabiyat bahut kharab hai. Villa wapas jaana hai. Abhi.”


Mom ne narmi se meri baanh chhui. “Jai, kya hua? Chehra poora laal hai.”
Maine baanh jhatke se chhuda li jaise jal gayi ho. “Mujhse baat mat karo.”


Dad ne tyrhi bhau. “Jai, tameez se. Maa se aise baat nahi karte.”
“Maine kaha ghar chalna hai dad. Unko bolo. Woh to aapki hamesha maanti hain.”


Mom ko thes lagi aur confused dikhi. “Beta, aise kyun baat kar raha hai? Kuch hua kya?”
Main dad ko hi ghoor raha tha, aankhen jal rahi thi. Saath hi bheed mein Davendra ka chehra dhoondh raha tha. Agar dikha to pata nahi kya kar dunga.


Dad ne notice kiya. “Aise kyun idhar udhar dekh raha hai? Kisko dhoondh raha hai?”
“Kisi ko nahi,” main jaldi bola. “Bas… please dad.”


Mom ne phir koshish ki. “Jai, kam se kam paani to pi lo. Behosh ho jaayega.”
Dad ne kandhe par haath rakha. “Beta, shaant ho ja. Party to khatam hone wali hai waise bhi. Lekin Davindra sir ka intezar karna padega. Unko dhanyavad kiye bina nahi ja sakte.”


Jaise hi dad ne uska naam liya, khoon mein aag lag gayi.
Mom ne dheeme se kaha, “Haan Jai. Thodi der aur. Yahi humare saath khada reh.”


Maine uski taraf muda, aankhon mein nafrat bhari. Usne dekha aur thoda peeche hat gayi.
Phir usne waiter ko paani ke liye bulaya.


Mera pet dhas gaya jab maine dekha kaun hai; wahi waiter jiski shirt par maine juice udaala tha. Shirt ab bhi geeli aur laal daag wali. Usne mujhe gusse se dekha, phir mom ko dekha aur gandi jaan pahchaan wali smile di.


Mom ko kuch pata nahi chala. Usne tray se glass liya.
“Lo beta, yeh pi lo. Theek lagega.”


Waiter ki smile aur badi ho gayi. Ab usse pakka pata tha. “Yellow sari wali hot aurat” meri maa hai. Haath kaanp rahe the jab maine glass liya. Waiter mujhe aise dekha jaise usne koi ganda khel jeet liya ho.


Maine palta aur tez tez door chal diya, chehra sharam aur gusse se jal raha tha. Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bura din tha. Door ek bench par baith gaya, paani ek hi ghoont mein pi gaya, saans lene ki koshish ki.


Haath itne kaanp rahe the ki thoda paani shirt par gir gaya.
Sabse zyada gussa kisse karun, mom se ya Davindra se? Mom se ki woh ek ajnabi ban gayi? Ya Davindra se ki usne mom ko yeh bana diya?


Phir upar dekha aur kuch aisa dikha ki khoon jam gaya.
Davindra mom aur dad ke paas aa gaya tha, perfect gentleman ki muskaan ke saath. Itni door se sunai nahi de raha tha, lekin honth padh sakta tha.


Usne dad se kuch kaha, namaste kiya, phir resort building ki taraf ishara kiya aur painting dikhane ka ishara kiya.
Dad khushi se sar hilaye aur mom ki peeth thapthapayi.


Mom sharmai lekin muskurayi aur sar hilaya.
Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya ho raha hai.


Davindra dad se permission maang raha tha mom ko “khaas paintings dikhane” ya “private cottages dekhane”. Dad, bharosa karte hue aur fakhr karte hue, haan bol rahe the.


Woh cottage 808 ja rahe the.






Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.
Mujhe yaad aaya waiter ko exact room pata tha.


Main bench se utha aur usko dhoondhne daud pada.
Woh bar ke paas tha, ab bhi shirt ponchh raha tha, dusre waiter se has has kar baat kar raha tha.
Pahunchte hi saans phooli hui thi.


“Sorry pehle ke liye,” maine jaldi kaha. “Drink ke liye. Sach mein sorry.”


Usne aankhen sanki kar dekha. “Ab sorry bol raha hai? Dimag mein gaaliyan dene ke baad?”
“Gusse mein tha. Please. Mujhe teri madad chahiye.”


Usne baahen band ki. “Main kyun madad karun?”
Maine gehri saans li. “Kyunki… yellow sari wali… woh meri mom hai.”


Uski aankhen badi ho gayi. Sach mein shock.
“Teri mom? Jo abhi Davindra sir se cottage 808 mein chudne wali hai?”


Laga thappad pada ho. “Aise mat bol uske baare mein.”
Woh hasa, lekin ab dheere. “Bhai teri mom itni hot hai ki rand jaisi lagti hai. Lekin pehle jhooth bola isliye.”


“Please,” maine minnat ki. “Rokne mein madad kar.”
Usne ek second socha, phir saans bhari.
“Theek hai. Kya chahiye?”


“Mujhe unke aane se pehle cottage 808 mein ghusna hai.”
Usne bhau uthayi. “Chabi chahiye?”
“Haan.”


Usne charon taraf dekha, phir dheeme se bola.
“Housekeeping office kitchen ke peeche. Night supervisor ke paas spare chabiyan dusri drawer mein. Naam Manoj. Bolo Raj ne bheja hai aur cottage ki chabi kho gayi. 500 rupaye do to zyada sawal nahi karega.”


Maine tez se sar hilaya. “Thank you.”
Staff area ki taraf daud pada.


Raste mein dekha mom aur Davindra resort ki seedhiyon ki taraf ja rahe the, mom ki baanh uske haath mein, dad khushi se haath hila rahe the.







Maine service lift se eighth floor liya.
Darwaza khula to hallway mein aage hi dono dikhe.


Abhi mujhe nahi dekha tha. Mom ki badi gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, yellow sari zor se chipki hui. Khud par gaali di ki notice kar raha hun, lekin rok nahi pa raha tha.


Maine intezar kiya jab tak corner mud gaye, phir daud pada.







Room 808 mil gaya. Corridor sunsaan. Left right dekha, dil dhadak raha tha dhol ki tarah, phir chabi daali. Lock khula. Darwaza khola, andar ghus gaya, dheere se band kar diya.






Kamra bada aur romantic tha, halki roshni, bistar par gulab ki pankhuriyan, automatic soft music baj raha tha. Dekhne ka time nahi tha. Ek bada almari mila, jaldi andar ghus gaya, band kiya aur dua ki jis mom se gussa hun woh khole na.


Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki darr tha jab woh aayenge to sun lenge.
Lekin main andar tha.


Aur main kuch bhi karne ko taiyar tha unko rokne ke liye.


Phir almari mein kariban 5 minute chup raha, phir darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi aur mujhe pata chal gaya meri mom aur woh bewakoof Davendra aa gaye hain.

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CHAPTER 14

Mummy ne aakhirkaar Davendra ke saath sabse buri cheez kar di,

mujhe bahut gussa aaya aur maine woh sab dekh liya.

Main cottage mein ghuste hi walk-in wardrobe mein ghus gaya tha. Darwaza thoda sa khula chhoda tha (bas itna ki roshni ki ek patli talwar carpet par kaat-ti hui guzre aur mujhe jo hone wala tha sab saaf dikhe).
Main neeche baitha tha, hanging bathrobe aur extra kambalon ke beech, ghutne seene se chipke, dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki darr tha darwaza khulte hi sun lenge.
Main door click hua.
Mom ki awaaz pehle aayi, kaanpti hui, minnat karti si.
“Davendra… please… humein yahan nahi hona chahiye. Yeh galat hai. Main shadi-shuda aurat hun… maa hun… ek raat ke liye mujhe buri aurat mat banao.”
Davendra ki dheemi, gandi hasi aayi.
“Prisha, meri meethi Prisha, tum to pehle se hi buri aurat ho… aur har pal maze le rahi ho.
Washroom mein dekha tha jab tumne mera lund bhookhi sher-ni ki tarah choosa tha. Mehsoos kiya tha jab tumne panty utari aur achhi si chhinali rand ki tarah mujhe de di. Ab natak band karo. Tumhara jism iske liye chillaa raha hai.”
Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, gunah se bhari.
“Please… mujhe aisi aurat mat banao. Main haath jodti hun. Kishore ke baare mein socho… mere bete ke baare mein socho…”
Lekin minnat karte karte bhi uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha (sirf darr nahi). Waiter ke zalim shabd yaad aa gaye:
Waiter ne kaha tha, “Bhai, har aurat ke andar ek rand soyi hoti hai. Kuch achhe se chhupati hain, kuch jaldi jag jaati hain. Badi gaand, bade boobs, tight sari; bas sahi aadmi ka button dabne ka intezar karti hain.”
Tab usko maarne ka mann tha. Ab har shabd meri khaal par ugta hua sach lag raha tha.
Kabhi nahi socha tha meri khud ki maa (mandir jaane wali, mangalsutra pehne wali, hamesha muskurane wali mom) unmein se ek hongi.
Lekin hum yahan the.
Davendra ne darwaza dheeme se band kiya aur mom ko baahon mein kheench liya. Mere chhupne ki jagah se maine dekha uske haath peeth par se neeche gaye aur yellow sari ke upar se badi gaand zor se pakad li, masla, chootad thoda alag kiye silk ke neeche.
“Dhyaan se suno, jaan,” usne kaan mein dheeme se kaha. “Kishore ko tum par poora bharosa hai. Use kabhi shak nahi hoga. Maine bola tha private art collection dikha raha hun. Woh khush tha, fakhr kar raha tha ki uski biwi ko main culture de raha hun. Humare paas poori duniya ka time hai.”
 
Mom ke kandhe thoda dheele pade. Bas itna hi kaafi tha: dad ka andha bharosa. Agar dad ko lagta tha yeh innocent hai, to uske dimag mein yeh almost innocent ban gaya. Usne kaanpti saans chhodi.
Main almari ke andar se chillana chahta tha, lekin aasteen muh mein daal kar daant gada diye.
Davendra ne aur intezar nahi kiya.
Usne gardan par, jaw par, phir muh par kiss karna shuru kiya (gehre, geele, bhookhe kiss, kamre mein naram gandi awaazein bhar gayi). Kiss karte karte uski ungliyan sari ke kamar mein tuck kiye hisse tak pahunch gayi.
Ek zor ka jhatka diya aur yellow silk left jaangh ke upar se phaad di. Zor ka ripping sound, main chaunk gaya. Lamba slit khul gaya, chamdi wali jaangh aur kamar ka curve saaf dikhne laga.
Mom ki saans atak gayi lekin usne roka nahi.
Main itna gussa mein tha ki galti se almari ka darwaza laat maar di. Thud!
Mom ne turant kiss toda.
“Yeh kya awaaz thi?”
Davendra already blouse aur bra ek saath neeche kar raha tha, bhari boobs azaad karte hue, ek nipple zor se choosne laga.
“Kuch nahi baby. Bas AC hai. Idhar aa…”
“Nahi, maine kuch sunaa. Almari ke andar kisi ne knock kiya jaisa.”
Usne wardrobe ki taraf dekha, aankhen badi badi, ghabrayi hui.
Main jam gaya, saans gale mein atki.
Davendra ne taraf dekha bhi nahi. Bas blouse aur neeche kheench di aur boobs choomne chaatne laga, beech beech mein bolta gaya.
“Relax, meri chhoti randi. Agar andar koi chhupa bhi hai to dekhne do. Dekhe ki asli mard Prisha ko kaise chodta hai. Dekhe ki tum gharwali kitni lund-ki-bhookhi ho.”
Mom siski, sar peeche gira, lekin phir bhi ghabrayi hui wardrobe ko dekhti rahi.
“Sach mein koi hai… mujhe pakka laga…”
Davendra ne nipple halke se kaata aur hans diya.
“To show enjoy karne do. Ab baat band karo aur mujhe kiss karo.”
Usne mom ka jism wardrobe ke darwaze se sata diya (mere darwaze se). Lakdi mere kandhe se takrayi. Ab mujhe parwah nahi thi woh kholegi ya nahi. Kholegi to theek, baal pakad kar ghaseet kar bahar nikal lunga.
Lekin usne nahi khola.
Uski aankhon mein bhookh jeet gayi.
Usne Davendra ka chehra wapas kheencha aur jaise doob rahi ho aur uske honth hi hawa hon, waise desperately kiss karne lagi.
Davendra ne honthon par muskuraya aur peeche peeche chalta gaya jab tak bed se taange nahi takrayi. Zor se baith gaya, mom ko saath kheenchte hue.
Mom ne kiss tode bina uski god mein baith gayi.






Uske honth mahangi whiskey aur nakabandi wali taakat ke swad jaise lage (khatarnak, mana, woh sab jo dad ke safe kiss nahi the).
Davendra peeche jhuka, haath kamar par jakde.
“Maine isi din ka plan mahinon se banaya tha, Prisha. Jaise hi Kishore ne bola ki apni sundar biwi resort la raha hai, maine sapne dekhne shuru kar diye: yeh cottage, yellow sari phaadi hui zameen par, tum mere lund par rand ki tarah sawari kar rahi ho jo tum paida hi isi liye hui ho.”
Mom ne khel khel mein uska seena peeta, lekin muskurayi.
“Tum kitne kharab ho… bilkul kharab… dekho mujhe kya bana diya.”
“Tum hamesha se kharab thi baby. Maine to bas jaga diya.”
Usne saans phoolte hue hasa aur uska coat kandhon se utarna shuru kiya, phir shirt ke button ek ek kar kholne lagi, saath hi bhookhe kiss karti rahi.
Davendra ne bhau uthayi, maza lete hue.




“Dekho to. Paanch minute pehle mujhe rokne ki minnat kar rahi thi, ab suhaag-raat ki tarah kapde utar rahi ho. Itni jaldi kyun jaan?”
Mom ki aankhen kaam se kaali.
“Kyunki… aaj raat maine saari lakeeren paar kar di. Washroom mein tumhara choosa… panty de di… sari phadwane di… main already buri aurat ban gayi. To poori buri ban jaane do. Ab rukne ka matlab hi nahi.”
Usne use seedha litaya aur poori tarah upar chadh gayi, sari kamar par simti hui, boobs azaad latak rahe.
Almari ke darwaze ke jharokhe se mera nazara perfect aur dil todne wala tha: uski badi gol gaand uski jaanghon par baithi hui. Phaadi sari aur petticoat poori tarah upar chadh gaye the.
Woh bade naram chootad (jinhen main sirf “mom ka shape” samajhta tha) ab meri poori duniya barbaad karne ka sabab the. Har woh mard jo ghoorta tha, har gandi soch, har dhokha isi badi gaand se shuru hota tha.
Maine usse nafrat ki. Nafrat ki ki ab bhi chupke chupke ro raha hun, phir bhi aankhen uske hilne, har saans ke saath jhatke khane se hat nahi pa rahi thi.




Davendra ke haath seedhe gaand par gaye, maans ko aate ki tarah masalte hue.
“Bhagwan, yeh gaand… main in chootadon ke beech hamesha reh sakta hun. Belt kholo Prisha.”
Mom jam gayi.
“Nahi… asli sex nahi kar sakte. Kiss, chhuna… shayad… lekin woh nahi…”
Usne kaale andaaz mein hasa.
“Jaldi khatam ho jayega baby. Bas ek baar baith jao. Tumhe pasand aayega. Vada.”
“Nahi… please… agar woh kiya to wapas nahi aa sakta…”
“Isi baat ka to maza hai,” usne gurraya. “Wapas nahi aana. Tum hamesha ke liye meri ho jaogi. Ab belt kholo.”
Usne sar hilaya, lekin haath already neeche ja rahe the, kaanpti ungliyan belt khol rahi thi, button, zipper.
Jab usne pant aur underwear ek saath neeche kheenchi, lund bahar kooda (mota, lamba, nasen ubhari hui).
Mom ki aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Oh my God… itna bada…”
“Kishore se bada?” usne smirk maara.
Mom ne honth kaata, sharm aur excitement se.
“Haan… bahut zyada bada… main aisa nahi bolna chahiye tha…”
“Phir bolo, randi.”
“Yeh… yeh sundar hai,” usne tooti awaaz mein kaha.
Usne ek second waste nahi kiya. Sari aur petticoat aur upar uthayi, ghutne aur chaude kiye, poori tarah uske upar chadh gayi. Panty nahi, kuch bhi raste mein nahi.
Davendra ne lund ka base pakda, seedha upar kiya.
“Aao baby. Baitho. Jo lene aayi thi woh lo.”
Mom ne aankhen band ki, chehra gunah aur bhookh se bigda hua.
“Mujhe maaf kar do Kishore… maaf kar do Jai…” usne hawa mein dheeme se kaha, phir neeche jhukna shuru kiya.
Almari ke jharokhe se maine sab kuch perfect, bhayankar detail mein dekha.
Mota supada uski geelapan ko chhua; woh tapak rahi thi. Supada andar slide hua to usne lambi tooti siski li.
Davendra ne meethi, pyar bhari awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul… good girl… pehle sirf top… mehsoos karo kitna tumhari chut ko zarurat hai… haan… ab thoda aur… perfect… bahut achhe se kar rahi ho meri meethi chhoti randi…”




Mom ki siski cheekh ban gayi jab woh aur neeche baith gayi. Sar peeche gira, muh khula, sone ki chudiyan zor zor se hil rahi thi.
Meri zindagi usi andheri almari mein toot gayi.
Jis aurat ne mujhe pala, college ki tiffin banayi, parent-teacher meeting mein royi thi; woh ab doosre mard ke lund par poori tarah baithi thi, pornstar ki tarah siskiyan le rahi thi jabki uska pati neeche fakhr bhari muskaan ke saath “cultural tour” ka intezar kar raha tha.
Usne poora dhokha kar diya tha.
Aur sabse buri baat? Woh kabhi se zyada khush, zyada wild, zyada zinda lag rahi thi.
Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.
Mujhe khud par ghinn, dad par ghinn jo neeche muskurate hue intezar kar rahe the, us chhote ladke par ghinn jo kabhi sochta tha uski maa farishta hai.
Mom ne finally hilna shuru kiya (pehle dheere gol gol, phir upar neeche, upar neeche), uski badi gaand zor zor se uski jaanghon par thap thap kar rahi thi, bed unki taal par cheekh raha tha.
Maine dono haath muh par rakh kar ro raha tha taaki siskiyan na sunai dein.
Ab wapas nahi aa sakta tha.
Meri maa chali gayi thi.

Aur uski jagah ek aisi aurat thi jise main pehchaanta tak nahi (Davendra par aankhen band kiye sawari kar rahi thi, uska naam siskiyon mein le rahi thi jaise woh hi ek shabd bacha ho).

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CHAPTER 15

“Maine aur bhi buri cheezein dekhi.”

Main andheri walk-in wardrobe mein ghoonga bana baitha raha, naye linen ki halki khushbu aur mom ki jasmine perfume ab poore cottage mein bhaari sex ki badboo se mil gayi thi. 

Ghutne carpet par dukh rahe the, lekin hilne ki himmat nahi thi.


Darbaze ke patle se jharokhe se king-size bed ka perfect, dil phodne wala nazara tha jahan meri maa ke baare mein jo bhi main maanta tha, ek ek siski ke saath barbaad ho raha tha.


Mom ki awaaz beech beech mein geele jismon ke takrne ki awaaz ke beech toot-ti rahi.
“Ohhh… oh bhagwan… oh bhagwan mujhe maaf kar do… main itna bada paap kar rahi hun… main shadi-shuda hun… mera beta hai… Kishore itna achha hai mere saath… lekin… lekin ruk nahi pa rahi… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… sorry… bahut sorry…”


Woh shabd jaise mantra bol rahi thi, lekin uska jism alag kahani bata raha tha. Kamar gol gol ghumati, upar uthti, zor se neeche girti. Paseena uski peeth par, kamar ke mod par, har harkat se hilte bhari boobs par chamak raha tha.


Uska mangalsutra unke beech jhoola ban kar jhool raha tha, har baar upar uthne par halki roshni pakadta. Woh poore mazaa le rahi thi; chehra laal, honth soje hue, aankhen shudh aanand se dhundhli. Maine use kabhi itna zinda, itna azaad, itna besharam nahi dekha tha.


Davendra neeche pada tha jaise duniya ka sabse bada inaam jeet liya ho. Uske haath uski chaudi kamar par aaram se rakhe the, kabhi guide karte, kabhi bas use jo marzi karne dete. Aaj raat woh duniya ka sabse khushkismat haramzada tha.


Dad ke bees saal ke pyar, bharose aur mehnat ka fal, aur yeh aadmi bina ungli uthaye maze le raha tha. Colony ki har aunty jis “ideal bahu” kehte thi, woh meri maa uske upar pornstar ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi jabki pati neeche fakhr bhari muskaan ke saath intezar kar raha tha.


Siskiyon ke beech usne ek haath uthaya aur narmi se uska gaal chhua, thumb neeche honth par phiraya.
“Prisha… baby… mujhe dekho… ab achhe se kiss karo.”







Mom turant aage jhuki, lambe baal unke charon taraf parda ban gaye. Bina hichak kiss karne lagi, farmabardar, beqarar. Kiss lamba, gehra, ganda tha. Jeebh pehle dheere, ek doosre ka swad lete hue, phir tez, aur bhookha.


Maine geele kiss ki awaazen suni, har baar kamar upar uthane aur neeche girane par nikalti chhoti si siski. Chinon par laar chamak rahi thi. Woh muh mein siskiyan leti rahi, woh awaazen mere pet ko mutla rahi thi.


“Mmmh… mmmh… Davendra… tumhara muh kitna achha lagta hai…”
Usne honthon par muskuraya.


“Kyunki tum mujh par apna swad chakh rahi ho baby. Aur mera lund ab tumhari meethi chut chakh raha hai.”
Gande shabdon se woh aur zor se siski aur aur zor se kiss karne lagi.


Kamra already bed theek se use karne se pehle hi poora kharab ho chuka tha.
Mom ki phaadi hui yellow sari bed se latak rahi thi jaise haar ka jhanda. Davendra ka coat zameen par, shirt aadha khula, belt bathroom ke darwaze ke paas kahin phenka hua.


Hawa mein sex, perfume aur champagne ki bhaari khushbu thi.
Mom finally kiss se alag hui, saans ke liye haanf-ti hui, phir seedhi baith gayi.


Dono haath uske seene par tikaye balance banaya aur khud se aur zor zor se uchalne lagi, ab poora control uske paas.
“Haan… haan… wahi… oh bhagwan… kitna gehra… main kitni buri biwi hun… kitni gandi aurat… mat rukna… please mat rukna…”







Davendra dheeme se hasa, awaaz bhari.
“Phir bolo Prisha. Kaisi aurat pyar karne wale pati ke saath aisa dhokha karti hai? Kaisa maa resort mein beta kahin hai aur yeh karti hai?”


Mom ki aankhon mein sharam bhar aayi lekin siskiyon ke beech muskurayi.
“Ek bhayankar aurat… randi… sasti slut… teri slut… mujhe khud se nafrat hai… lekin yeh bahut pasand hai… mujhe tera lund pasand hai… sorry Kishore… bahut sorry…”

Mujhe itni nafrat hui ki khud se darr laga. Dad subah paanch baje uth-te the, barah ghante dock par mehnat, har extra paisa bacha kar humare achhe jeevan ke liye, Karva Chauth par uske paer chhute the, mere janam par roye the.


Aur ab unki biwi (meri maa) khud ko randi bol kar uske boss par paagal ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi. Bees saal ki seedhi-sadi, sachchi, pyar bhari shaadi ek raat ke maze ke liye phenk di.


Mom ne achanak speed badha di, aur tez, aur zor, jaise kabhi bas na ho. Uski badi gaand har thappar par jelly ki tarah hilti thi (upar, neeche, upar, neeche), maans lehron mein leherata hua, mujhe ek saath beemar aur fascinated kar raha tha.


Bed ka frame khat khat cheekh raha tha. Mujhe pata tha sirf dekhna bhi paap hai, lekin aankhen band nahi kar pa raha tha. Dekhna tha kitna neeche giregi.


Main sochta raha: kal subah yeh muh jisme Davendra ki laar hai dad ko kiss karegi. Breakfast banayegi, mujhse college poochhegi, mandir jayegi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Kaise? Kaise kar payegi?


Uski cheekhein glass windows se takra kar goonj rahi thi.
“Ahh… ahh… Davendra… haan… haan… aur zor se… please…”
Achanak cottage ke darwaze ke bahar se tez awaaz aayi.


“Hello? Andar sab theek hai? Aurat ki cheekh sunai di!”
Mujhe woh awaaz yaad thi, wahi budhiya jisne mujhe washroom ke paas pakda tha.
Mom ekdum jam gayi, Davendra ka lund ab bhi gehra andar. Aankhen panic se badi.


Normal awaaz banane ki koshish ki, awaaz oonchi aur kaanpti.
“H-haan aunty… sab theek hai… sach mein… bas… bas ek bahut tez movie dekh rahi hun… fikr mat kijiye…”
Budhiya ne phir knock kiya.


“Movie? Itni raat ko? Siskiyan si awaaz aayi. Darwaza kholo, aurat. Dekhun tum theek ho ki nahi.”
Mom jaldi aage jhuki, nange boobs Davendra ke seene se chipka kar jitna ho sake chhupa liya.


“Nahi aunty please… mera pati bagal wale cottage mein so raha hai… main bilkul theek hun… bas TV thi… please jaaiye… sab theek hai vada…”
Lambi shak bhari khamoshi.


Phir budhiya ne itna zor se bola ki poora corridor sun le.
“Aajkal besharam duniya… shadi-shuda auraten beech raat ko sasti randiyon ki tarah cheekhti hain… sharam naam nahi… sharam naam nahi… bhagwan is generation ko bacha le…”


Uske chappal corridor mein thap thap door jaate rahe.
Mom ne kaanpti saans chhodi, haath dil par.


“Oh bhagwan… usse pata chal gaya… pakka pata chal gaya… agar kisi ko bata di to?”
Davendra bas hasa aur gaand zor se masla.


“Bata de poori duniya ko. Ab hil, baby. Main bilkul paas hun.”







Mom ne honth kaata, darwaza ek aakhri baar dekha, phir phir se sawari shuru (aur tez, aur zor, beqarar). Darti thi dad jaldi dhoondhne aa jayega.
Samajh nahi aa raha tha yeh aadmi meri maa ko itna poora control kaise kar raha tha.


Ek ganda shabd, ek smirk, ek chhuan, aur woh poori zindagi, parivaar, usool bhool jaati thi.
Woh paagal aurat ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi, muh khula, aankhen band, sar peeche, lambe baal jungle ki tarah jhool rahe. Uski sundar badi gaand perfect taal mein upar neeche, har thappad par maans kaanpta hua.


Sochta raha: abhi bahar nikal kar dad ko sab bata dun? Use upar se ghaseet kar neeche laaun? Lekin sharam aur confusion ki garmi bhi andar ubal rahi thi (use aise hilte dekh kar, control khote dekh kar). Khud se nafrat hui aur soch ko zor se jhatak diya. Yeh meri maa hai.


Mom ne achanak haanfa, awaaz toot gayi.
“Davendra… main jhadne wali hun… oh bhagwan… rok nahi pa rahi…”







“Main bhi baby… fuck… main bhi…”
“Nahi! Andar mat daal… please… bahar nikaal… minnat karti hun…”
Davendra ne shaitan jaisi smile di.


“To jaldi bahar nikaal do, randi. Mehnat kar.”
Mom paagal ho gayi. Kabhi se tez uchlne lagi, jaanghen kaanp rahi, haath uske seene mein gad rahe, aansu aur paseena ud rahe.


“Haan… haan… fuck… aur zor se… please…”
Uski chut Davendra ke bade lund ko itni achhi tarah nigal rahi thi.


Dono jaanwar ki tarah haanf rahe the, siskiyan, gaaliyan, saanson ke beech kiss.
Mom uske muh par hamla karti rahi, jeebh har jagah, laar thodi se thodi neeche tapak rahi thi.


Aakhir mein sar peeche kiya aur cheekhi (lambi, tooti hui, jaanwar jaisi awaaz). Poora jism kaanpa, jaanghen uske charon taraf jakad li, peeth dhanush jaisi bani.


Davendra ne usi pal gurraya, thodi der pehle nikaala, aur dhaari dhaari gehera sperm lakdi ke farsh par girne laga. Kuch mom ke gaal, thodi, gardan, bra, pet par lage, ek boond mangalsutra par bhi gir gayi.


Woh aage uske seene par gir padi, dono marathon daud kar aaye hon waise haanf rahe the.
Dono kaafi der wahi pade rahe, haanfte, dheeme se hasste, ek doosre ko sehlate hue jaise naye pyar karne wale.


Maine Davendra ka 11-inch ka lund dheere dheere dheela padte dekha, mom ke ras se ab bhi chamak raha tha.
Mom ne sust gol gol uske seene par banaye.


Davendra ne uski maatha chumi.
“Sach batao baby. Zindagi ka best sex?”
Mom hasi, sharmayi lekin sachchi.


“Haan… bhagwan maaf kare… haan. Aisa kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.”
“Pati se behtar?”
Usne hichak, phir uski chhati par sar hilaya.


“Bahut zyada behtar… Kishore naram hai… safe… lekin tum… tum mujhe aurat hone ka ehsaas dilate ho.”
Davendra ne smirk maara.
“Kyunki main tumhe waise chodta hun jaise tum deserve karti ho.”


Mom ne qehqeh laga kar uska seena chuma.
Maine use wahan dekha (phaadi sari ke alawa nangi, sperm skin par sookh raha, santushti se chamak rahi) aur poora toot gaya.


Yeh wahi aurat thi jisne mujhe sach bolna sikhaya, thank you bhoolne par roti thi, har somvar dad ki lambi umar ke liye vrat rakhti thi. Aur ab doosre mard ke sperm se dhaki has rahi thi ki bed par kitna behtar hai.


Uska phone bedside table par baja. Dad ka naam screen par chamka.
Mom pal bhar ko bhi nahi darrhi. Woh itni door nikal gayi thi ki darr hi khatam ho gaya. Aaram se haath badhaya aur uthaya, awaaz meethi aur bilkul normal.


“Hello Kishore… haan baby main theek hun… bas Davindra sir ke saath kuch sundar paintings dekh rahi hun… nahi nahi sab badhiya hai… cottage kitna sundar hai… das-pandrah minute mein neeche aa jaungi… haan bilkul fikr mat karna… love you too… good night…”


Baat karte hue Davendra ne use paas kheencha aur gardan par narmi se chuma, phir honth (dheeme, malikana kiss). Uske haath kabhi nahi ruke: jaanghen masalte, kamar dabate, woh badi gaand jaise ab uski property ho, masalte rahe.







Mom phone mein muskurati rahi, dad ko “hmm” aur “haan jaanu” bolti rahi jabki doosra mard uske jism se khel raha tha.
Main Davendra par kaanp raha tha gusse se.








Is aadmi ne abhi meri maa ko kachcha choda tha, rand ki tarah cheekhne par majboor kiya tha, aur ab pati se dhokha karne wali biwi se meethi meethi baat karte waqt apna haq jata raha tha. Use bilkul pata tha woh kya kar raha hai (dikhata ja raha tha ab woh kiski hai, dad ko bewakoof banate hue neeche intezar karte hue).


Mom ne phone rakh diya aur qehqeh laga kar Davendra ki gardan mein muh chhupaya.
“Wahan neeche achha baccha intezar kar raha hai, meri fikr mein.”
Davendra ne smirk maara aur gaand aakhri baar zor se dabaya.


“Aur tu yahan meri bilkul buri ladki ban rahi hai. Perfect arrangement.”
Main wardrobe ki andheri mein baitha raha, chupke chupke aansu beh rahe the, dekhta raha jis aurat ko main maa kehta tha woh apne naye yaar ko kiss kar rahi thi jaise raat kabhi khatam na ho.

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CHAPTER 16

Meri maa ek aisi aurat ban rahi hai jise main samajh nahi paata

Main wardrobe ki andheri mein bahut der tak ghoonga bana baitha raha, unki bhaari saansein jab sust, santusht aahon mein badal gayi. Andar ki hawa ghutne wali ho gayi thi, mom ki jasmine perfume, Davendra ka mehnga cologne, aur ab har cheez se chipka hua kachcha sex ka woh raw smell.


Ghutne carpet par dukh rahe the, peeth takiye hue toliyon ke dher se takra rahi thi, lekin hil nahi pa raha tha. Mutthiyan itni zor se band thi ki nakhoon se hathon mein chhote chhote khoon ke boond nikal aaye the.


Poore jism mein bijli daud rahi thi, bas ek jhatka aur bahar nikal padta, Davendra par sher ki tarah toot padta, uski woh jeet ki ghamandi smile ko muh se maar maar kar laal kar deta.


Soch raha tha uska gala dabaunga, deewar se takraunga, chillaoonga, “Yeh meri maa hai! Tujhe haq kaise hua usko chodne ka! Woh shadi-shuda hai!” Use sachcha dard dena chahta tha, woh dard jo kabhi na jaaye.


Lekin main jam sa gaya, aankhon se garam aansu beh rahe the, dil har second chhote chhote tukdon mein toot raha tha.
Bed se sheets ki narmi se khadbadahat aayi. Mom finally hili.


Usne chhoti si neend bhari hasi nikali (wahi hasi jo pehle dad phool laate to dete thi) aur Davendra ke honthon par ek aakhri der tak tikne wala kiss kiya.


“Mmm… bas ab, Davendra,” usne dheeme se kaha, awaaz bhari aur sharmili ek saath. “Ab sach mein jaana hai. Kishore fikr karne lagenge. Phone bhi kiya tha, thodi der mein dhoondhne nikal aayenge.”


Davendra aaram se leta raha, poora nanga, jaise koi raja apna rajya jeet kar aaya ho.
“Bas paanch minute aur, baby. Yeh nazara thoda aur dekhne de.”


Mom ne qehqeh laga kar hasa, sach mein hasa, aur dheere se bed se utri. Taangein dikha kar kaanp rahi thi; balance ke liye bedpost pakadna pada. Phaadi hui yellow sari ek kandhe se latki hui thi jaise haar maan chuka jhanda, jism ko mushkil se dhak rahi thi.


Ek boob ab bhi aadha bahar, mangalsutra beech mein dheela jhool raha tha. Woh bathroom ke darwaze ke paas full-length mirror tak chali, har kadam sust aur savdhaan, jaise abhi abhi jo kuch hua uske baad apna jism naye sire se pehchaan rahi ho.
Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apni shakal ko dekhti rahi, kaafi der tak chup.








Skin par chamak, honth soje hue, gardan aur seene par halki laal nishaniyan, yeh sab us Prisha Sharma ki nahi thi jo har subah breakfast banati thi aur PTA meeting mein jaati thi.


Usne jaldi jaldi, gunahgar andaaz mein saaf karna shuru kiya.


Pehle dresser par se tissue ka dher uthaya aur gaal, thodi, gardan ke mod par sookhta hua gehera sperm ponchha. Mangalsutra par chamakdar daag par zor se ragda, dheeme se bolti rahi,
“Oh bhagwan… oh nahi… nikal ja…”


Gold clutch mein se wet wipes ka packet nikala, ek nikala aur seene, pet, jaanghon ke andar zor zor se ragadne lagi.
Sari aur petticoat upar utha kar beech mein bhi savdhaani se saaf kiya, neeche ka honth itni zor se kaata ki safed pad gaya


Soft bathroom light mein chehra left-right ghumaya, koi nishaan, koi chamak, koi saboot to nahi. Nose powder kiya, kaanpti ungliyon se sindoor lagaya, haathon se baal sanware, phaadi hui sari ko clever pleat mein tuck kiya taaki jaise design hai waise dikhe, hinsa nahi.


Neck aur wrists par thodi perfume chhidak di, sab chhupane ke liye.
Main hairani se dekh raha tha. Yeh meri maa thi, jisne Hindi mein B aane par do ghante royi thi, Mumbai ki garmi mein bhi sweater pehnati thi “sardi lag jayegi”.


Aur ab doosre mard ka sperm professional ki tarah ponchh rahi thi, jaise sau baar kar chuki ho.
Davendra bed par hi kohni ke bal tika dekh raha tha, smirk maare hue.


“Sex ke baad aur bhi sundar lag rahi ho Prisha. Woh chamak… koi makeup nahi de sakta.”
Mirror mein uski taraf dekha, aadha chirha kar, aadha khush ho kar.


“Bandi karo bakwas aur kapde pehno. Neeche jaana hai. Jaldi.”
Zameen se pallu uthane ko thoda jhuki aur woh harkat ne uski badi gaand bahar kar di, gol aur bhaari, patli silk ke neeche, phaada hua slit thoda khul gaya aur jaangh aur chootad ke mod ka curve dikha.


Davendra ki aankhen turant wahan atak gayi. Almari ke jharokhe se uska chehra poora nahi dikha, lekin woh nazar jaanta tha, bhookha, malikana, jeet ka. Woh soch raha tha: Yeh ab meri hai. Poori ki poori.


Dheere se utha, ab dheela lekin ab bhi impressive lund jhoolta hua uski taraf chala. Mom ab bhi mirror mein sari theek kar rahi thi jab peeche se usne kamar mein baahen daal di. Mom chaunk kar thodi si uchal gayi, phir relax ho gayi jab uska poora nanga jism uski peeth se chipak gaya.





“Davendra, nahi—” shuru kiya, lekin awaaz kamzor thi.
Usne nahi sunna. Haath upar gaye aur blouse ke upar se boobs pakad liye, zor se masle, thumbs nipples par phire.


“Bas ek minute aur,” usne kaan mein dheeme se kaha, gardan ke side chumte hue. “Neeche husband-wife banne se pehle in perfect boobs ko ek baar aur mehsoos kar loon.”


Mom ne ek second aankhen band ki, saaf maza le rahi thi, phir zabardasti haath hata diye.
“Band karo! Koi nishaan nahi, koi gandagi nahi. Kishore har cheez notice karta hai. Aur Jai… agar usne ek bhi cheez galat dekhi…”


Davendra dheeme se hasa aur chhod diya, lekin jaane se pehle gaand par ek zor ka malikana thappad maara jisse maans secondon tak hila.


“Theek hai theek hai, Mrs. Perfect Wife. Abhi ke liye tameez se reh jaunga.”
Dono jaldi se kapde pehne. 

Mom ne sari aakhri baar sanwari, har taraf se mirror mein dekha, gehri saans li aur sabse meethi muskaan chadhayi. Davendra ne shirt aur coat daala, phir se bilkul izzatdar host lag raha tha.


Jaane se pehle usne aakhri baar kheencha.
“Ek proper goodbye kiss,” usne hukum diya.


Mom ne hichak, phir pairon ke panjon par uthi aur gehra, naram kiss kiya, jaise apne yaar se alvida le rahi ho. Dus second tak chala.
Phir haath mein haath daal kar nikal gaye, darwaza peeche band kar diya. Bahar se lock ki awaaz aayi.


Wardrobe andar se garam karne lagi. Temperature se nahi; gusse se. Shirt poori paseene se bheeg gayi, saans chhoti chhoti gusse wali aati thi.


Jism jal raha tha. Unke kadmon ki awaaz poori tarah khamosh hone tak intezar kiya, phir wardrobe ka darwaza dhakel kar ladkhadate hue kamre mein aaya.


Hawa ne thappad maara; sex, perfume, dhokha. Gulab ki pankhuriyan har taraf kuchli hui, chadar uljhi aur geeli, lakdi ke farsh par ab bhi gehere safed daag chamak rahe the. 


Aur armchair par trophy ki tarah neatly fold ki hui, mom ki yellow lace panty.
Maine usse kaafi der tak dekha. 

Ek bimar, toota sa hissa usko uthane, chhune, wahan soonghne ko tadap raha tha jahan woh chand minute pehle thi. Woh ichchha ubhari aur maine turant daba di, kursi par itni zor se laat maari ki ulta gir gaya. Main aisa kaise soch bhi sakta hun? Woh meri maa hai.


Main gusse se jal raha tha; mom par ki woh ajnabi ban gayi, Davendra par ki usne aisa banaya, khud par ki darpok ki tarah chhup kar family toot-ti dekh-ta raha. Bahar nikalna tha.


Darwaza khola. Bahar se lock. Panic utha, phir yaad aaya, master key ab bhi jeb mein thi. Haath itne kaanpe ki teen baar laga tab lock khula. Darwaza dhakela.


Waiter wahi khada tha, baahen band kiye deewar se tika hua, has raha tha jaise mera intezar hi kar raha ho.
“Full show dekh liya, hero?” usne taana maara.


Main jam gaya, chehra wardrobe se bhi zyada garam.
Woh paas aaya, awaaz dheemi ki.


“Teri mom andar poori pornstar lag rahi thi na? Woh badi gaand upar neeche… Davindra sir ka naam jaise uske muh mein ek hi shabd bacha ho. Maza aaya na? Andhere mein baith kar chhota cuckold ban kar?”


Maan kar raha tha muh par ek ghunsa maaron.
“Meri maa ke baare mein aise baat karne ki himmat bhi mat karna.”


Usne zor se, zalim hasi di.
“Arrey chill bhai. Normal hai. Sab auraten andar se ek jaisi hoti hain. Koi ek saal leti hai, koi ek raat. Teri mom? Bas sahi lund ka intezar tha jo saalon se soyi randi ko jaga de. Yellow sari, low blouse, bhaari gaand; saalon se advertisement kar rahi thi. Davindra sir ne order diya aur home delivery mil gayi.”


“Tu ghatiya hai. Muh band kar.”


“Ghatiya? Sach hai bhai. Ameer guest, private cottage, panty souvenir ke liye chhod kar gayi; classic shadi-shuda aurat package. Teri mom hamesha ke liye gayi. Dad ko muskurayegi, khana banayegi, mandir jayegi… lekin har raat Davindra sir ke 11-inch lund ke sapne dekhengi. Accept kar le.”


Main palta aur tez tez chal diya, taangein kaanp rahi thi.
Woh peeche chillaya aur mom ke baare mein aur gandi gandi baatein boli.


“Main andar jaa kar teri mom ki panty achhe se soongh raha hun! Shayad selfie bhi le loon! Aur teri mom ko bolna show ke liye thanks!”


Ruka nahi. Ab koi farak nahi padta tha. Kar le. Poori duniya jaan le. Main mom ko achhi rakhne ki ladai haar raha tha, aur mujhe pata tha.


Phir ek naram haath ne kandhe par thapki di.
“Jai? Beta kahan tha? Main har jagah dhoondh raha tha.”
Meri papa.

Unka chehra khush, thoda fikr, poora bharosa. Unhe bilkul andaaza nahi tha unki biwi dus minute pehle kisi aur ke neeche thi.
Maine sabse badi smile chipkai jo ban saki.


“Bas… idhar udhar ghoom raha tha dad. Party mein bahut garmi thi.”
“Poora paseena bheeg gaya jaise marathon dauda ho. Aur itna gussa kyun hai chehre par? Sab theek?”
“Theek hun dad. Sach mein.”


Unhone ek lambi second mera chehra dekha, phir phir se muskuraye.
“Chal, mom ko dhoondhte hain. Woh thak gayi hongi.”


Mujhe laga duniya ka sabse bura beta hun. Dad ko mera poora bharosa tha, aur main unki zindagi ka sabse bada raaz chhupa raha tha.


Door se dekha mom aur Davendra dheere dheere main lawn ki taraf ja rahe the, sar paas paas, awaazein dheemi aur gupt. Garden lanterns ki halki roshni mom ki yellow sari par pad rahi thi, har kadam ke saath kapda curves par aur chipak raha tha.


Davendra ka haath uski kamar ke bilkul neeche latka hua tha, chhuya nahi lekin itna paas ki badi gaand par haq jata raha ho. Kuch plan kar rahe the, agla jhooth, agla dhokha, aur yeh nazara mera pet mutla raha tha.


Mom ne dad ki taraf dekha, jo colleagues ke group mein khada has raha tha, bilkul bekhabar.
Davendra ne kuch dheeme se kaha, mom ne jaldi sar hilaya, honth ghabrayi hui muskaan mein mud gaye. 


Jab dad ko dekha to turant alag hue, chehre perfect mask ban gaye, mom ka garam aur biwi wala, Davendra ka charming aur professional.

Main unki taraf daud pada, dil dhadak raha tha dhol ki tarah. Unka jhooth sunna tha, har shabd pakadna tha dad ke bharose wale kaanon tak pahunchne se pehle. 

Jooton ki awaaz pathar par thap thap, kuch guests ne palta, lekin parwah nahi thi.
Mom ne mujhe aate dekha aur muskaan aur chaudi ho gayi, lekin aankhon mein kuch pal bhar ko chamka, shayad gunah, shayad darr ki mujhe zyada pata hai.


“Jai, beta!” usne pukara, awaaz roshan aur garam, wahi tone jo lunch dete waqt ya college ke baare mein poochhte waqt use karti thi. “Kahan daud raha tha? Main abhi dad se keh rahi thi thodi thakan lag rahi hai.”


Dad conversation se palte, humein dekh kar chehra chamka. Bilkul relax, khush, ek haath mein pepsi ka glass, party ke hungame mein aaram se.


“Itni jaldi thakan, Prisha?” unhone paas aate hue kaha, mazak aur pyar ka tone. “Poora hafta is event ke liye excited thi.”
Mom ne dheeme se hasa, baal kaan ke peeche dabate hue, chudiyon ki halki khankhanahat. “Pata hai Kishore, lekin itna ghumna, bhaari khana, der raat, sab lag gaya. Soch rahi thi shayad jaldi villa wapas chalein.”


Dad ne thodi tyrhi bhau ki, Davendra ki taraf dekha, phir uski taraf. “Lekin party abhi poore zor par hai. Aur Davindra sir ne humare liye itna kuch kiya.”
Davendra smoothly aage badhe, awaaz garam aur dilasaa dene wali, bilkul mehmaan-nawaz host.


“Kishore bhai fikr mat karo. Lambi shaam ke baad ladies ko aaram chahiye hota hai. Main abhi offer kar raha tha Prisha aur Jai ko apni car mein villa chhod aata hun. Aap rahiye, music enjoy kijiye, ek drink aur le lijiye. 

Main unko safe pahuncha dunga.”
Dad ne hichak, gardan peechhe ragda, sochne ka unka purana ishara. “Nahi pata… itna kuch kiya aapne, jaldi chhod kar jaana badtameezi nahi lagegi, Davendra sir?”


“Bilakul nahi,” Davendra ne kandhe par halka sa haath maara. “Family first na? Prisha thaki hui hai, aur yahan young Jai bhi bheed se thak gaya lagta hai.” Unhone meri taraf dekha, aankhen tez aur jaan-ne wali, jaise andar ka gussa dekh sakte hon.
Main wahi khada raha, mutthiyan jakdi hui, chehra saaf rakhne ki koshish mein. 


Mom ki nazar mujh par padi, ab naram, almost minnat karti hui.
“Jai beta, mere saath aayega na?” usne paas aate hue poochha, haath badhaya jaise baanh chhune ko.
“Drive mein mom ke saath rehna?”


Chillana chahta tha, dad ko sab bata dena, woh thaki nahi hai, abhi uske boss ke neeche thi, panty ab bhi upar kursi par padi hai. Lekin shabd gale mein atke. Dad mujhe dekh rahe the, intezar, bharosa, aur main unka dil aise nahi tod sakta tha.
“Haan mom,” maine dabbe swar mein kaha. “Aata hun.”


Dad muskuraye, rahat se, pepsi ka ghoont liya. “Theek hai. Tum dono Davindra sir ke saath jao. Main thodi der aur rahunga, shayad yeh drink khatam karun aur kuch logon se bye bol lun. Jaldi villa aa jaunga.”





Mom ne sar hilaya, muskaan perfect, purani practiced. “Thank you Kishore. Tum hamesha itne samajhdar ho.”
Davendra car park ki taraf ishara kiya. “Chalein, Prisha? Jai?”


Maine ghoor kar dekha, woh pal bhar ko bhi nahi darrhe. Aankhen ek second zyada mili, jaise challenge de rahe hon kuch bolne ko.
Mom ne dad ki taraf aakhri baar palti, awaaz shahad jaisi meethi. “Zyada der mat karna theek hai? Ghar pahunch kar chai bana kar rakhungi.”


Dad ne hasa. “Hamesha meri fikr. Jaao aaram karo jaan.”
Unhone khushi se haath hilaya jab mom aur Davendra door jaane lage, mom ka haath halke se Davendra ki baanh par, sari har kadam ke saath hilti hui. Main peeche peeche chala, seena gusse aur laachari se bhara.


Dad mere bagal mein saans bharke bole, unko jaate dekh kar. “Party waise bhi kuch khaas nahi thi na? Bas log paise dikhaane aaye the.”


Maine unki taraf dekha, aur pity dil mein lahar ban kar uthi. Unhe bilkul andaaza nahi tha jise woh “jaan” kehte hain usne abhi sabse buri tarah dhokha diya, jism ab bhi doosre mard ke chhuan se garam, honth uske kiss se soje hue.


Car park ki taraf jaate waqt meri nazar mom ki badi gaand se nahi hat rahi thi, yellow sari ke neeche har kadam par hilti hui, kapda kasa hua. Davendra ka haath uski kamar ke neeche phirta, kabhi itna neeche ki chootad ke mod ko chhoo jaaye, aur woh hati nahi.


Ab khul kar dekh raha tha, sharam bachi hi nahi thi. Isi gaand ne meri family barbaad kar di. Isne meri maa ko ajnabi bana diya, ek aisi aurat jo apne yaar ke saath hasi thodi hai aur pati haath hila raha hai. Nafrat thi, phir bhi nazar nahi hat rahi thi. Jaise apna alag taakat ho, har aankh kheenchti, har faisla control karti.






Mom aur Davendra dheere dheere chalte hue chhoti chhoti hasi le rahe the, woh shared qehqeh jo seene mein chhuri jaise chubha. Woh has rahe the kyunki jeet gaye the, nikal gaye the, aur agal baar bhi kar lenge.


Hum Davendra ki chamakti kali Mercedes SUV tak pahunch gaye, palm trees ke neeche park ki hui, fairy lights se sajayi hui. Usne flourish ke saath mom ke liye front door khola, jaise koi raja apni rani ko le ja raha ho.


Woh savdhaani se chadhi, phaadi sari jaanghon par oopar uth gayi, hips tak creamy skin dikhi. Panty line nahi. Neeche kuch nahi. Sab dekha, pet mutla gaya.






Main bina bole back seat mein ghus gaya, leather mere paseene wale haathon ke neeche thanda tha.
Davendra ne engine start kiya, ek haath steering par, doosra turant dashboard ke neeche mom ki jaangh par chala gaya, jahan dad khade hote tab bhi nahi dekh sakte the.


Mom ne uski taraf private, jaan-ne wali smile di, kuch dheeme se kaha jis se woh has pade. Ungliyan jaangh mein gadi, naram maans mein dhansi, aur woh honth kaat kar bahar window se jaise raat ka nazara dekh rahi ho.


Drive mein sirf unki dheemi hasi aur engine ki halki gunjan thi. Sadak ke dono taraf oonche palm, unki parchaaiyan windshield par naachte hue. Har kuch second mein Davendra ka haath aur oopar, ya mom uski taraf jhuk jati, kandha us se takrata, dheeme kanphusiyon mein baatein.


Resort villa block pahunch gaye, manicured gardens aur private pools se ghiri low elegant buildings. Davendra ne smoothly park kiya, bahar nikla, mom ka darwaza khola, haath aage badhaya jaise koi gentleman ho.


Usne haath pakda, gracefully utri, aur ek pal ko uska haath kamar ke bilkul neeche ruka, ungliyan gaand ke curve par phiri.







Main peeche peeche villa ki taraf chala, nazar us badi hilti gaand par jam gayi. Ab galat hai ya sahi, parwah nahi. Yeh nayi haqeeqat thi. Ab yeh gaand sab control karti thi, mom ke faisle, family ka future, meri poori duniya.


Jaise har harkat mujhe ched rahi ho, har hilore keh rahi ho: Tu rok nahi sakta. Koi nahi rok sakta.
Mom aur Davendra villa entrance ke paas pahunch kar aur zor se hase, jaise unhe lagta ho woh untouchable hain, unka raaz safe hai.


Mujhe thande dil se pata tha ki aaj raat phir bura hoga. Kal raat phir. Uske baad har raat.
Kyunki meri maa, asli wali, jo meri thi, woh chali gayi thi.


Aur yeh nayi aurat, jo Davendra ka haath thaam kar chal rahi thi, wapas nahi aane wali.

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CHAPTER 17

“Maa ki badi gaand hi is sab ka kaaran bani hai.”

Jab villa ka darwaza hamare peeche click karke band hua, toh jaise poori hawa hi badal gayi. Davendra ne lock lagaya, apni black suit jacket utaar kar sofa par phenki aur black tie dheeli kar di.


Mummy bedroom ke bilkul beech mein khadi thi, peeli silk saree mein, bilkul taazi genda-phoolon jaisa rang, pallu har saans ke saath kandhe se dheere-dheere fisal raha tha. Resort ki halki golden roshni mein silk uski gori skin par aisi chamak rahi thi jaise sona pighla hua ho.


Davendra bade se bed ke kinare par baith gaya, taange phailee hui, abhi bhi crisp white shirt aur black waistcoat mein, bilkul raat ka maalik lag raha tha. Pehle ek shabd nahi bola, bas usse dekhta raha.


Mummy ki ungliyaan pallu ke kinare par pahunchi aur usne usse poora girne diya. Neeche ka blouse low-cut, sleeveless, bhaari-bhaari boobs ke bojh se kasa hua. Usne heels utaar di, nange paaon thandi marble par, aur dheere-dheere uski taraf badhne lagi.


“Maine usse jhooth bola,” usne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. “Apne pati ki aankhon mein dekh kar kaha ki sar mein dard hai. Usko galon par kiss lene diya jabki main toh tere liye pehle se hi poori geeli ho chuki thi.”


Davendra ki aankhein ekdum gahri aur kaali ho gayi. “Idhar aa, Prisha.”
Usne aakhri kadam bharte hue uski dono jaanghon ke beech khadi ho gayi. Davendra ne haath badhaya, saree ke border ko chhua jahaan woh petticoat mein khunsi thi, phir dheere se kheencha.


Pleats ek-ek karke dheeli hoti gayi, silk uske kamar se jaise pighla hua sona beh raha ho, poori saree uske paaon ke paas jaakar dher ban gayi. Neeche sirf ek chhoti si black thong thi aur wahi blouse, bra nahi, dono nipple sakht ho kar patle kapde se saaf ubhar rahe the.


“Ghodon par baith,” usne dheeme lekin hukumat bhare andaaz mein kaha.
Mummy ekdum se ghutno par baith gayi, peeli saree zameen par bhool gayi. Uske haath sidhe uski belt par gaye, ungliyaan zaroorat se kaanp rahi thi, mahange leather ki buckle kholte hue.


“Poori shaam tere lund ke baare mein sochti rahi,” usne saans phoolte hue kaha, upar dekh kar poori ibadat bhari aankhon se. “Jab bhi party mein tu paas aaya baat karne, jab bhi tera haath meri kamar par chhua jabki Kishore bilkul paas khada tha… main table ke neeche apni jaanghein dabaati rahi, muh se cheekh na nikal jaaye.”


Davendra ne apni ungliyaan uske khule baalon mein daali aur chehra upar uthaya. “Ab tujhe rokna nahi padega.”
Usne zip dheere-dheere, pooja ki tarah neeche ki, black trouser ke andar haath daal kar usse azaad kiya.


Uska lund bahar nikla, mota, bhaari, pehle se sakht, thoda upar ki taraf mudta hua, gahra sar geela-geela chamak raha tha.








Mummy ne usse dekhte hi halki si beqabu, siski bhari aawaaz nikali.
“Bhagwan, kitna pasand hai mujhe yeh lund,” usne dheeme se kaha, dono garam haathon se shaft ko pakad kar. 


“Kishore se kitna zyada mota… kitna zyada lamba… duniya ki sabse kharab biwi lagti hoon main yeh kehte hue, lekin main is lund ki poori tarah se lati ho chuki hoon.”


“Toh dikha mujhe,” Davendra ne dheemi lekin hukumat bhari aawaaz mein kaha.
Mummy aage jhuki, sar par naram, ibadat bhara kiss kiya, phir hoth khol kar usse andar liya. 

Pehli slide bilkul dheere, jaan-bujhkar, laal lipstick ke halke nishaan chhodti hui ek-ek inch andar leti gayi, aankhein band ho gayi poori khushi mein.


Jab uske hoth base tak pahunch gaye, wahan ruk gayi, gala uske aas-paas kaam kar raha tha, phir geeli saans ke saath peeche hati, laar thodi par chamakne lagi.


“Tera taste kitna miss kiya maine,” usne rukhi aawaaz mein confess kiya, dono haathon se sehlaate hue, jeebh sar ke aas-paas ghoom rahi thi. “Aur yeh geela hona kitna miss kiya jab main aisa karti hoon…” Usne slit chaat liya aur halke se moan ki jab ek aur boond precum uski jeebh par aayi.


“Mujhe aankhon mein dekhte hue choos,” usne hukum diya.
Usne aankhein us par jama li aur dobara gehra liya, gaal andar dhase hue, jeebh neeche ki taraf poori dabaayi hui.


Aawaazein bilkul gandi, geeli, perfect thi – muh se glug-glug-glug nikal raha tha, ek haath uske andon ko kapde ke upar se dheere sehlata hua, doosra base par dheere-dheere ghumata hua.


Har kuchh second baad muh nikaal kar baat karti, aawaaz lust se tooti hui:
“Ab jab Kishore mujhe kiss karta hai main aankhein band kar leti hoon aur sochti hoon tu hi hai.”
Phir dobara gehra.


“Kabhi party se ghar jaate waqt car mein khud ko chhuti hoon, yaad karke ki tune kuchh ghante pehle usi room mein mere gale mein jhada tha.”
Aur ek gehra, laalchi dhakka muh mein.


“Aaj raat tera paani chahiye Davendra ji… har boond nigal jaungi taaki kal subah jab apne pati ko good morning kiss doon tab bhi tera taste mere muh mein rahe.”


Phir usne tez, bhookhe attack kiya, laar thodi par tapak rahi thi aur blouse ke andar bhaari boobs par gir rahi thi. Davendra ne baal pakad kar rhythm guide kiya, kamar dheere-dheere hilate hue uska muh dheere possessive andaaz mein choda.


Main bedroom ke darwaze ke bahar andhere mein chhupa khada tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, muththi kaasi hui, apni maa ko blouse aur chhoti thong mein ghodon par baitha dekh raha tha jaise ek pakki randi, jabki Papa door party mein hans-khel rahe the, bilkul bekhabar.


Aur main dekhna band nahi kar pa raha tha.
Mummy ka muh Davendra ke mote kaale lund ke aas-paas poora khincha hua tha, laal lipstick shaft ke aadhe tak mess ban chuki thi. 


Har baar jab woh aage badhti, hoth patle ho jaate aur chamakte, ubhari hui nasen uski jeebh par pulse karti feel hoti thi.
Pehle dheere leti, har inch ka maza leti, mota sar gale ke peeche tak chhoo jaaye, phir geeli saans ke saath peeche, laar ka silver dhaaga neeche ke hoth se sar tak lata aur toot kar thodi par girta.


Room mein uski ibadat ki geeli rhythm bhari thi: halke gluck aur wet pop, kabhi-kabhi gale se nikalti moan jo seedhe uske andar tak vibrate karti.


Main andhere mein khada, muththi itni zor se band ki naakhun haathon mein gadh gaye, aur dimag mein gandagi ka toofaan:
Randi. Gandi kutiya. Lund ki lati.


Davendra ke bade haath uske ghane silky baalon mein poore doobe hue the. Woh zabardasti nahi kar raha tha, bas control, guide, sar bilkul waisa tilt kar raha jaise usse pasand tha, gehra karwa raha tha, phir thoda peeche kheench kar saans lene deta. Kabhi thumb se aankhon ke kone se nikalte aansoon ponchhta, bilkul pyar se.


Mummy ne ekdum se muh nikaala, bada sa wet obscene pop sound hua, saans ke liye ruk gayi, laar ka mota dhaaga swollen neeche ke hoth se uske gussey bhare kaale-bhure sar tak latka.


“Davendra ji,” woh haanpti hui, rukhi aawaaz mein, “kasam se aaj raat achhi banna chaha tha. Sach mein. Khud se kehti rahi yeh aakhri baar hoga… lekin jaise hi party se nikle aur car mein baithe, meri panty poori bheeg gayi. Main dard se pagal ho rahi hoon.”


Dono haathon se dheere sehlaati hui, twist karti hui, slit par aur precum dekh rahi thi.


“Main kitni gandi biwi lagti hoon,” usne sharam aur kaam se aankhein bhar aayi, “jab Kishore ne goodbye hug kiya, rest karne ko kaha, tab bhi sirf yahi soch rahi thi ki kitni jaldi tera lund mere muh mein wapas aa jaaye.”
Davendra ne baal pakad kar thoda kheencha taaki woh upar dekhe.


“Aur ab tu kya hai, Prisha?” usne dheemi, velvet jaisi rough aawaaz mein poochha.
“Teri randi,” usne bina socha jawab diya. “Teri shadi-shuda, lund ki bhookhi randi.”


Phir ekdum se dobara sar tak le liya, naak black pant ki khulli zip se takra gayi, gala uske aas-paas phadphada raha tha.
Wahan kuchh second tak ruki, aankhein bhar aayi, phir dheere peeche hati, gaal andar dhase, jeebh neeche dabaayi, har inch se doodh nikaalti hui.


Davendra siski bhara, kamar thodi hili.
“Haan baby… aise hi… dikha kitni shukrguzaar hai is lund ki.”
Mummy ne muh mein hi haan mein moan kiya, vibration se uski jaanghein tight ho gayi.


Ab tez bobbing, ek haath andon ko kapde ke upar se sehlaati hui, doosra base par perfect rhythm mein twist.
Laar shaft se neeche beh rahi thi, ungliyaan geeli, peeli saree par tapak rahi thi jo ghutno ke neeche thi.
Ek minute baad phir baat karne se baaz nahi aayi. Thoda muh nikaala, har shabd se hoth sar ko chhoo rahe the.


“Ab Kishore goodnight kiss karta hai toh aankhein band kar leti hoon aur sochti hoon teri jeebh hai mere muh mein. Tera taste hi nigal rahi hoon.”
Balls se lekar sar tak lambi chaat li, phir crown ke aas-paas ghoom gayi jaise duniya ka sabse tasty ice-cream ho.


“Har subah shower mein khud ko chhuti hoon yaad karke ki tune office cabin mein mere gale mein jhada tha,” woh tooti aawaaz mein boli. “Honth itna zor se kaatna padta hai taaki maid mera naam na sun le moan karte hue.”


Davendra ki saansein bhaari ho gayi. Ek haath se baal aur tight ponytail banaya aur khud rhythm set karne laga, dheere lekin jaan bujh kar stroke, baar-baar poora andar.


“Tu perfect hai,” usne taarif ki, aawaaz bhaari. “Dekh… izzatdaar Mrs. Prisha Kishore… apni saree mein ghodon par… pati ke boss ke lund par laar tapkaati hui jaise desperate randi. Kishore mar jaaye agar abhi tujhe aise dekhe.”


Mummy ne sun kar siski bhari aur zor se, tez choosne lagi, aankhein peeche chali gayi.
Ekdum se Davendra ne grip tight kiya aur poora muh se nikaal diya. Laar ka mota dhaaga hothon se lund tak latka, phir toot kar uske ubhre boobs par gir gaya.


“Bas,” usne ruke hue control se kaha. “Uth. Tujhe naachta dekhna hai.”
Mummy ne sach mein ro di, badi needy aawaaz, wapas muh mein lene ki koshish.


“Nahi please… khatam karne de… tera taste itna paas hai… please Davendra ji, choosne de… muh mein bhar de apna paani, mujhe zaroorat hai…”
Usne baalon se pakad kar door rakha.


“Pehle naach, baby,” usne duble lekin sakht kaha. “Wahi moti shadi-shuda gaand dikha jo mere khwabon mein aati hai. Phir lund milega. Iska haq ada kar.”


Mummy ki chaati tezi se upar-neeche, usne geele hoth chaate, sar hilaaya aur dheere se khadi hui, taange kaanp rahi thi. Chhoti black thong poori geeli, swollen chut par chipki hui, string poori tarah se sabse bade, gol-gol gaand ke beech gayab.


Usne peeth uski taraf ki, ek kandhe se peeche mud kar poori gandi nazron se dekha aur hilne lagi. Door party ki halki music aati thi, us par jaise paida hui ho waise naachne lagi. Haath side se upar, blouse ke upar se bhaari boobs dabaye, phir neeche kamar par.







“Yeh dekhna chahte the Davendra ji?” usne husky aawaaz mein kaha. “Aapki boring housewife sasti item-girl ki tarah gaand hilaaye?”
Davendra peeche haathon ke bal tika, lund khulli pant se bahar khaada hua.


“Aur zor se,” hukum diya. “Gaand baja ke dikha.”
Mummy ne gandi muskaan di, kamar se jhuki, peeth banaayi aur twerk karne lagi.


Sunehra-bhura gaand bounce hua, phir zor se ek-doosre se takraya, geela chap-chap villa mein goonja. Woh neeche jhuki, jaanghein phailee aur itna zor se hips pop kiye ki lahar uthi.


Keyhole se dekh raha tha.





“Aise?” woh saans phoolte hue peeche mud kar boli. “Meri gaand se tera lund fadak raha hai?”
“Zameen pe nahi aisa,” usne growl kiya.


Woh hasi, gandi wali, aur dono haathon se peeche gaand phaela di, geeli thong strip dripping chut par chipki hui aur upar tight brown ring dikhaya.


“Is gaand ki wajah se main narak jaungi,” woh kaampte hue boli. “Party mein jab tu dekhta hai, meri panty bhar jaati hai. Jab thappad maarta hai, wahin jhad jaati hoon. Ab control nahi hota.”


Dheere ghum kar har angle dikhaya, phir uske saamne deep squat mein baith gayi, jaanghein poori kholi aur itna zor se bounce ki gaand pehle se bhi zor se baji. Upar-neeche, upar-neeche, chap-chap applause ki tarah.





Davendra ki aankhein us par jam gayi, bhookhi.
“Fuck Prisha… tu kisi bhi paid randi se better naachti hai. Is gaand ka alag mazhab hona chahiye.”


Mummy hansi, haathon aur ghodon par aage badhi, phir peeche tak gayi jab tak uski gaand uske naak se inch door na thi, ab bhi twerk kar rahi thi, har bounce mein naak ko chhoo rahi thi.


“Chhoo lo,” woh mangti hui. “Please… hafton se sapne mein tere haath meri gaand par mehsoos kar rahi hoon.”
Davendra dheere utha, izzat se. Peeche gaya, dono bade haath us shandaar gaand par rakhe aur bas pakad kar rakha, wazan aur garmi mehsoos karte hue.


“Prisha,” usne dheeme serious awaaz mein kaha, “tujhe pata nahi tu kitni khoobsurat hai. Sirf yeh jism nahi… yeh gaand toh jung shuru karwa sake… lekin tu. Tere andar ki aag. Jo poori tarah se samarpan karti hai. Main tere har hisse ka lattu hoon.”



Usne dheere se ghumaya, dono haathon se uske laal gaal pakde aur aankhon mein dekha.
“Aaj raat sirf chodna nahi chahta,” usne pyar se kaha. “Tujhe poojna chahta hoon jo tu mere saath bani hai.”
Phir usne kiss kiya.





Shuru mein hoth ka naram sparsh, dheeme taste, uski jeebh par ab bhi uska halka namkeen precum. Mummy ne muh mein siski bhari, laachar kaanpti hui. Phir khul gayi aur kiss pighal gayi.


Jeebh dheere gehre mil gayi, ghoom rahi thi, har kone taste kar rahi thi. Uske muh se sabse bebas awaazein: geele whimper, gale se moan jo dono ke beech vibrate karti, chhoti-chhoti minnatein jaise uska naam, please, aur zyada.


Davendra ke haath peeth ke curve se neeche gaye aur gaand ko possessive zor se pakda, ungliyaan naram flesh mein ghus gayi, malish, phaelaai, thodi utha diya taaki usko uske kandhon mein lipatna pade.






Usne woh badi gaand ko phaelaaya, phir zor-zor se ek saath patka, baar-baar, jaise maalik bana raha ho.
Uske haath us gaand par padte hi mere dimaag mein safed gussa phat pada.


Yeh gaand hi hamari zindagi ke saare problems ki jad thi.






Kiss ke dauraan mummy bilkul pagal ho gayi, apni geeli chut ko uske nange lund par ragad rahi thi, besharam se hump kar rahi thi, baahon mein gardan bandhi hui, jaise uske andar ghus jaana chahti ho. Uske moan zor, wild, jaanwar jaise.


Jo aurat mujhe kissing scene dekhne par daantti thi, woh apne bete ke saamne apne yaar se dry-hump kar rahi thi.
Phir ek zor ka dhakka, Davendra bed par gira, mummy uske upar lust ki devi.


“Ek second bhi intezaar nahi kar sakti… jaise andar aag lagi ho… zindagi mein kabhi itni zaroorat nahi mehsoos ki.”
Davendra muskuraya, khud ko dheere sehlaate hue, “Tera pati tujhe saalon tak sula kar rakha tha. Maine toh bas jagaya, meri jaan. Ab tu sach mein zinda hai.”


Mummy moan ki, peeche haath daal kar blouse ke hook todne lagi. Jaldi mein kapda thoda phata; bhaari boobs bahar aa gaye, kaale nipple sakht aur mangte hue. Usne mujhe peeth ki aur mud kar poora monstrous sunehra gaand dikhaya jab jhuki.





Thong neeche utaari, geeli folds se nikli, wet sound.
Sirf mangalsutra latakta hua, bilkul paap ki devi.


Bed par chadhi, uske hips par baithi, peeche mud kar pehli baar mujhe wild aankhein dikhaayi.
“Meri gaand dekhna jo tujhe tabah karegi… dekh kya bana diya tune apni boring housewife ka.”


Chut par haath daal kar mota sar apni geeli lips se lagaya, ek zor ka dhakka, poora andar.
Primal cheekh nikli, “Oh fuck… itna gehra… Kishore se kitna bada… womb mein mehsoos ho raha…”


Dheere upar, cream ka white ring bana, phir zor se neeche clap.






Phir tez, zor-zor se, gaand bounce, clap-clap, Davendra ka naam chillati hui, aur maangti hui.


Main hairaan, gande darr se dekh raha tha apni maa ko lover par sawar, Papa door bekhabar, aur main ab bhi ruk nahi pa raha tha. Ab bhi kuchh andhera mere andar mujhe rok kar dekhne par majboor kar raha tha

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CHAPTER 18

Meree maan meree aankhon ke saamane asalee phoohad ban gaee hai

Mummy ki kamar ab ekdum dhoondhli si ho gayi thi, tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi, jaise pagalpan chadh gaya ho, uski sunehri gaand Davendra ki jaanghon se takra rahi thi aur poore villa mein geeli chap-chap ki gandi symphony goonj rahi thi.


Har baar jab woh neeche girti, uski phooli hui chut uske mote, naswaale lund ko poora nigal jaati, ek laalchi squelch ke saath, chut ki lips shaft ke aas-paas poori khinch jaati, phir jab woh upar uthati toh uski cream se lund poora bhara-bhara dikhta.

 Mangalsutra uske bhaari-bhaari boobs ke beech jhoole ki tarah jhool raha tha, pavitra dhaaga uski paseene se bheegi skin par bilkul ganda lag raha tha.


Usne gardan itni zor se peeche ki ki uske lambe kaale baal hawa mein chaabuk ki tarah lahere, aankhein band, muh ek gol perfect O ban gaya poore jaanwar jaise maze mein.


“Aaaaahhhh… Davendraaaa… haan bhagwan… aur gehra chod… tera bada lund mujhe barbaad kar raha hai… mere pet mein mehsoos ho raha hai… rukna mat… kabhi mat rukna!”


Uski aawaaz har shabd par toot rahi thi, cheekhein itni unchi ki lagta tha uski rooh se nikal rahi ho. Woh sirf moan nahi kar rahi thi – woh ibadat kar rahi thi, dua maang rahi thi, minnat kar rahi thi, jaise das saal se bhookhi ho aur aakhirkaar khana mil gaya ho.






“HAAN… HAAN… WAHI… tera lund Kishore se kitna mota hai… mujhe phaad raha hai… main teri gandi shadi-shuda randi hoon… teri gaand-wali kutiya… chod mujhe… apna bana… andar bhar de!”


Uska jism poora khud chalne laga tha. Har neeche ka dhakka bijli ka jhatka deta tha, jaanghein kaanp rahi thi, pet sakht ho raha tha, chut uske lund ke aas-paas phadphada rahi thi. Woh chahe toh bhi ruk nahi paati – maza itna tez, itna barbaad karne wala tha.


Davendra ke bade haathon ne uski patli kamar ko lohe ki tarah jakad liya, ungliyaan naram flesh mein gadh gayi, uski wild rhythm ko aur control karte hue, aankhein us legendary gaand par jam gayi thi.


Woh dekhta raha – har thappad par gaand ki lahar uth rahi thi, jab upar uthati toh dono cheeks alag ho jaate, jab neeche girti toh zor se takrate, jaise toofani samundar mein lehrein.
Usne gale se ghoomka bhari aawaaz nikali, poora pagal.


“Prisha… dekh yeh perfect gaand… dekh kaise upar-neeche uchal rahi hai… yeh gaand toh dabane ke liye hi bani hai… main ise hamesha dekh sakta hoon…”


Usne ek cheek par zor ka thappad maara – awaaz bijli ki tarah goonji. Mummy ne maze se cheekh maari aur aur zor se neeche giri.
“Phir se, baby… please apni randi ki gaand par thappad maar… nishaan laga… mujhe apna bana!”


Davendra ne mauka nahi chhoda – baaye, daaye, baar-baar, har thappad se sunehri skin par laal haath ke nishaan ubhar aaye. Har jhatke se mummy ki chut aur tight ho jaati, lund ko laalchi pulses se doodh rahi thi.


Main keyhole se chipka khada tha, aankh poori laga kar, har cheez crystal clear dekh raha tha. Yeh us party wale cloakroom ke 5 minute ke gande, jaldi-jaldi blowjob se kitna zyada kharab tha.


Woh ganda, jaldbaazi wala, sharminda tha. Yeh toh poori tabahi thi. Meri maa nasht ho chuki thi aur ek lund-ki-pyaasi devi ban chuki thi, doosre mard ka naam chillate hue, jabki Papa door nach rahe the, bilkul bekhabar.


Aur sabse buri baat – jo mujhe khud se nafrat dila rahi thi – mera khud ka lund pant mein paththar jaisa sakht ho chuka tha aur dard de raha tha.
Shuru mein sharam se thoda hila, phir poora khada ho gaya, chahe kitna bhi mana kar loon, neeche nahi ja raha tha.


Mera jism ko koi parwah nahi ki yeh meri maa hai, yeh nuclear level ka dhokha hai. Mere andar kuchh andhera jaag raha tha jo uske uchalte boobs, hilti gaand, chillate chehre ko dekh kar bhookha ho raha tha.


Ek dum se Davendra ek jhatke mein uth baitha, ek mazboot baah utha kar uski kamar mein lapeti aur usse palat diya. Ab bhi reverse cowgirl, lekin ab woh darwaze ki taraf, meri taraf mukh kar rahi thi – lekin mujhe dekh nahi pa rahi thi.


Keyhole se uska sundar chehra bilkul saaf dikh raha tha: aankhein aadhi band, shisha si, hoth phoole hue, gaal laal, paseene ki chamak se devi si lag rahi thi.





Uske bhaari boobs har dhakke ke saath wild bounce kar rahe the – upar-neeche, side-side, chaati se takra rahe the, kaale nipple bullet jaise sakht. Mangalsutra unke beech pendulum ki tarah jhool raha tha, jaise meri duniya khatam hone ka countdown kar raha ho.


“Oh bhagwan… Davendra… main hamesha teri kutiya rahungi… tera personal fucktoy… ab yeh chut is lund ki ho gayi!”
Yeh shabd mere dil mein kaanch ke tukde ki tarah chubhe. Meri maa doosre mard ke lund ki gulam ban rahi thi.


Davendra ke dhakke ab jaanwar jaise ho gaye. Kamar upar tez-tez thok raha tha, itna zor se ki bed hil raha tha, headboard deewar se thak-thak kar raha tha.
“Prisha… fuck… main jhadne wala hoon… bata kahan chahiye… abhi bata…”


Mummy ka jawab ekdum aaya, be-sharam aur beqabu:
“Andar, Davendra ji… please andar hi jhad do… apni shadi-shuda randi ki chut bhar do… har boond meri kokh mein daal do… kal jab Kishore ke bagal mein baith kar nashta karungi tab bhi tera paani andar mehsoos karna chahti hoon!”


Yeh sun kar main poora toot gaya. Rona, chillana, andar ghus kar rokna chahta tha. Lekin paaon zameen se chipke the.
Davendra ne garaj maari, kamar par itna zor se pakda ki ungliyaan safed ho gayi, aur upar tez-tez thokne laga. Geeli squelch gandi ho gayi, chut uske lund se cream neeche beh rahi thi.


“Le phir… har boond le… aa raha hai… unghhhh!”
Poora andar gadh kar jhad gaya.


Mummy ka poora jism akad gaya. Aankhein peeche chali gayi, sirf safedi dikh rahi thi, muh khula, cheekh ruk gayi, peeth tirkaaman ki tarah tedhi.


Usne chaadar noch li, jaanghein kaanp rahi thi, ek-ek moti rassi garam paani uski kokh mein bhar raha tha. Aurat aise hi karti hai – poora thham jaati hai, har boond andar rokne ki koshish karti hai, jaise paani pavitra ho, jaise bred hona chahti ho, mark hona chahti ho.


Phir woh aage gir gayi, ab bhi lund andar, Davendra uske upar, dono haanph rahe the jaise marathon daud kar aaye ho.
Usne uske kandhe, gardan, geele baal chume, saanson ke beech taarif ki.


“Meri perfect, khoobsurat randi… tune har boond andar le li… zindagi mein itna tez kabhi nahi jhada… tu lajawab hai…”
Mummy ne sust muskurahat ke saath sir ghumaya, gala baitha hua, khush.


“Andar teri garmi mehsoos kar rahi hoon… itna bhara hua… poori raat aise hi rakhungi… kal subah jab Kishore mujhe kiss karega tab bhi tera paani andar tapak raha hoga…”





Dono dheere-dheere, sust kiss karne lage, jeebh ab naram, haath paseene wali skin par pyar se ghoom rahe the.
Main ek second aur nahi dekh saka.


Main ladkhadate hue apne room tak gaya, darwaza zor se band kiya, lock lagaya aur bed par muh ke bal gir gaya.
Meri zindagi tukde-tukde ho chuki thi.


Papa ka bharosa bhara smile jab humein bye bola tha.
Mummy ka “good night, beta” wala pyaar bhara kiss mere maathe par.


Har family photo, har chhutti, har Sunday ka nashta – sab zeher ban gaya tha.
Mera lund ab bhi dard de raha tha.
Main ganda, ghinnona, toota hua mehsoos kar raha tha.


Apni maa ko dekh kar kaise excite ho sakta tha?
Lekin tasveerein nahi ja rahi thi: uske uchalte boobs, chillata chehra, moti gaand ka clap-clap, kutiya ki tarah breed hone ki minnat.


Pant ke upar se pakda, phir sharam se chhod diya. Phir pakda. Phir chhoda.
Teesri baar pakad kar khud ko gaali di.


Lada, lekin haara.
Kaanpti haathon se zip kholi, sakht lund bahar nikala aur tez, gusse aur sharam se hilane laga.
Upar-neeche.


Aur tez.
Aur zor se.
Mummy ki cheekhein aur Davendra ka chodna dimaag mein goonj raha tha.


Zindagi ka sabse tez jhada, itna zor se moan kiya ki laga villa sun lega, shirt aur pet par moti rassi paani gir gaya.
Ek pal ke liye achha laga.
Phir sharam ka tsunami aa gaya.


Knock knock knock.
“Jai beta? Tu theek hai na andar?” Mummy ki pyar bhari, fikar wali aawaaz corridor se.
Main thham gaya, paani ab bhi tapak raha tha.


“Mujhe zor se siski sunayi di… bukhar toh nahi beta? Darwaza khol, dekh loon.”
Davendra ki gehri aawaaz peeche se: “Kya hua beta? Wapas aane se chup hai. Darwaza khol, hum dekh lein. Zor se awaaz aayi thi teri.”


Meri aawaaz baithi aur tooti hui nikli: “Nahi-nahi… main theek hoon… sach mein… party mein zyada rich khana kha liya… pet kharab hai… dawai le li hai…”


Mummy fikar se: “Pakka na beta? Aawaaz theek nahi lag rahi. Main andar aa jaun? Paani aur hajmola laati hoon.”
“Nahi Ma please… main bed par hoon… bas sona hai… pakka theek hoon… fikar mat karo…”


Lambi khamoshi.
Davendra: “Sone de ladke ko, Prisha. Woh bacha nahi raha. Kehta hai theek hai toh theek hai. Chal bed par.”


Mummy ne thodi der ruk kar: “Theek hai… lekin agar kuchh bhi chahiye ho, raat ke teen baje bhi bula lena. Mummy yahin hai.”
“Haan Ma… good night…”


Unke kadam door chale gaye.
Main bed par wapas gir gaya, chhat dekh raha tha, paani thanda ho raha tha meri skin par.


Mujhe ajeeb sa achha aur bilkul ghatiya mehsoos ho raha tha.
Paanch baatein dimaag mein aag ki tarah jal rahi thi:

• Maine abhi apni maa ko doosre mard se chudte aur breed hote dekh kar muthth maari thi.
  
• Maine uske saamne jhooth bola jab uski chut ab bhi uske paani se bhari thi aur woh darwaze ke bahar pyaari maa ban rahi thi.
  
• Mere andar ka andhera kal phir dekhna chah raha tha.
  
• Mujhe Papa se nafrat ho rahi thi ki itne andhe, bharosa karne wale, bilkul bekhabar.
  
• Sabse buri baat – main samajh raha tha mummy kyun nahi ruk pa rahi, kyunki mere andar bhi wohi bhookh jaag rahi thi, aur woh baat mujhe duniya se zyada dara rahi thi.
  

Subah hui. Dhoop patli pardo se chhan kar aayi, kamre ko sunehra kar diya.
Mummy dheere-dheere hili, sust aaram se khinch kar, jaise khush billi, har muscle mein mazedar dard.


Woh nayi janmi hui thi: skin chamak rahi thi, hoth ab bhi thodi phoole hue, jaanghon ke beech mazedar dard – kal raat ka secret reminder.


Davendra wooden tray le kar wapas aaya: garma-garam croissant, kate aam, do masala chai ke cup, aur crystal vase mein ek laal gulab.
Sirf neeche grey towel lapeta hua, shower ke paani ki boonde uski chaudi chaati aur kandhon par ab bhi thi, towel ke neeche uska aadha sakht lund dikh raha tha.


Mummy bed par uth baithi, chadar kamar tak gir gayi, sust muskurayi. Usne purple satin bra aur matching lace panty pehni thi jo kuchh bhi nahi chhupa rahi thi, rang se uski sunehri skin aur rich lag rahi thi.






“Dekh meri rani,” Davendra ne tray rakh kar dheere uski maatha, phir hoth chume. “Jaise poora sooraj nigal liya ho. Kal raat tujhe suit kiya.”


Usne naram hansi hasi, phir khinch kar peeth tedhi ki, boobs satin se ubhar aaye. “Maza aa raha hai. Har inch buzz kar rahi hai. Ab bhi tujhe andar mehsoos kar rahi hoon… gehra, garam, perfect.”
Woh bed par baith gaya, ungli se aam khilaaya. Usne uski ungli chaat li besharam se.


“Tune mujhe woh bana diya jo main jaanti bhi nahi thi,” aankhon mein chamak, “Pehle thaki-thaki uthti thi, khushi ka natak karti thi. Aaj sach mein khush uthi hoon kyunki jism ko yaad aa gaya asli maza kya hota hai.”


Davendra ne baal hata kar bola, “Achha hai. Kyunki tujhe roz aise hi khush rakhne ka plan hai jab tak tu mujhe chahengi.”
Nashta dheere kiss aur kaatne ke beech khatam hua, chai girte-girte bachi jab woh uski god mein chadh gayi aur gehri bhookhi kiss ki.


Phir mummy bed se utar kar nange paaon balcony par gayi, subah ki thandi hawa uski garam skin par. Railing par jhuk kar aankhein band ki, dhoop chehra garam kar rahi thi.



 


Jaanghon ke beech ka mazedar dard har harkat mein throb kar raha tha; woh khuli hui, khush, poori tarah se pyar pa chuki aurat jaise mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Davendra ek minute baad aaya, ab bhi sirf towel. Peeche se baahen daali, gardan par hoth.
“Subah khoobsurat hai meri khoobsurat aurat ke liye.”


Usne gardan tedhi ki, zyada jagah di. “Zindagi mein pehli baar itni zinda mehsoos kar rahi hoon Davendra ji. Poora jism tere wajah se ga raha hai.”


Usne dheere ghumaya, dheemi gehri kiss ki.
Ek bada haath neeche gaya, purple lace ke upar se gaand dabayi, poora pyar se malish.



  

“Is gaand ne,” usne hothon par growl ki, aur zor se dabaya, “is perfect laalchi gaand ne aadhi raat jagaye rakha. Abhi dhoop mein dekh kar hi khada ho gaya.”


Prisha ne kiss mein siski bhari, peeche dhakka maara. “Toh phir le le baby… yahin balcony par, jahan poori duniya dekh le ki tune mujhe kitni besharam, kitni khush biwi bana diya.”

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Aaj raat nayi kahaani aa rahi hai. Dhanyavaad dosto, mujhe tumhaare comments bahut pasand aate hain.”

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CHAPTER 19

“Meri maa sabse badi natakbaaz aur jhooti nikli.”

Main apne kamre mein andhere mein pada tha, ceiling fan dheeme-dheeme ghoom raha tha, lekin mere seene ke andar jo aag lagi thi usse kuchh nahi thanda kar sakta tha. Main bilkul laachaar tha, jaise kathputli ke dhaage kaat diye gaye hon, duniya mere aas-paas bikhar rahi thi aur ek bhi dhaaga pakadne ko nahi tha.


Kitni baar bhi raat ko dimaag mein repeat kar loon, khud ko daant-taalon ki andar ghus ja, mummy ko chillaa kar rok, papa ko abhi phone mila do – kuchh nahi badalne wala tha. Yeh affair ek bhaari train ban chuka tha jo station chhod chuka tha, aur main uski patri par khada bas dekh sakta tha.


Main toh bas ek bachcha tha, Jai, itna chhota ki dhokhe ka poora wazan bhi samajh na aaye, aur agar bol bhi doon toh kya? Mummy inkaar kar dengi, Davendra baatein ghuma denge, aur papa ko kuchh pata bhi na chalega. Main apni khamoshi mein qaid tha, khud se ghinn, ki kuchh kar kyun nahi pa raha, jism thham sa gaya tha lekin dimaag cheekh raha tha.


Pet mein acid sa ubaal aa raha tha – mummy ke liye bhi, aur khud ke liye zyada. Main keyhole se chipak kar kaise dekh sakta tha jaise koi sasta voyeur, apni maa ke barbaad hone par khada ho gaya tha?


Woh toh hamare ghar ka khamba thi, jisse sab kuchh surakshit aur garam lagta tha, lekin ab woh besharam jaanwar ban gayi thi jo doosre mard ke liye pees rahi thi. Aur main? Main bhi wahi tha – baad mein uski yaad mein muthth maar raha tha, haath sharam ke chipchip se bhare.


Mujhe usse nafrat thi ki usne hamari duniya tod di, papa se jhooth boli usi meethi muskaan se, lekin mujhe khud se zyada nafrat thi ki mere andar bhi woh ganda thrill jaag gaya tha, aur main dekhna band nahi kar paaya.


Main corridor mein chhup kar phir darwaze ki jhaank se dekha – khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha.
Mummy aur Davendra ab bhi balcony par the, subah ki dhoop unke aas-paas sunehra halo bana rahi thi, scene romantic lag raha tha – agar itna ganda na hota toh.



  


Davendra ke haath uski bhaari gaand par the, purple lace panty ke upar se maida ki tarah mal rahe the, dono cheeks thoda alag kiye phir chhod diya ki clap kare. Mummy uske muh mein siski bhar rahi thi, kiss gehri aur geeli, jeebhein dikhai de rahi thi, laar hothon par chamak rahi thi.


Davendra ka grey towel neeche sarak gaya tha, sakht lund uski jaangh se ragad raha tha, aur mummy besharam se us par pees rahi thi, purple bra mein bhaari boobs uski chaati se dab rahe the. Dono ek-doosre mein kho gaye the – duniya, main, papa – kuchh nahi tha, sirf unki gandi bhookh.


Ek dum se mummy ka phone zor se baja – bedroom ke nightstand par vibrate kar raha tha. Dil muh ko aa gaya; mujhe ringtone pehchaan thi – papa ke liye woh purani Bollywood wali khushi bhari dhun.


Bina socha main daud kar kamre mein gaya, nange paaon marble par bina awaaz kiye, phone utha liya. Screen par “Kishore Calling” aur unki shaadi ki photo mein papa muskura rahe the.


Subah-subah itni jaldi kyun phone? Shakh ho gaya kya? Kal raat kuchh galat laga kya? Dimag daudne laga – shayad yeh mauka hai sab expose karne ka, phone de doon aur dekhoon woh kaise ghabrayegi.


Lekin mummy ko phone ki awaaz se farak bhi nahi pada. Woh ab bhi us kiss mein doobi thi, haath Davendra ke baalon mein, aur gaand uske haathon mein peeche dhakel rahi thi.
Phone bajta raha, woh sun bhi rahi hogi, lekin poori tarah se ignore kar rahi thi, jism tedha ho raha tha jab Davendra ki ungliyaan panty ke kinare se neeche sarak rahi thi.
Main ek second ruka, phir phone haath mein liye balcony ki taraf chala gaya. Subah ki thandi hawa lagi, garden se bela ki khushboo aayi, lekin andar ka toofaan nahi thama.


Main seedha unke saamne ja khada hua, phone aage badhaya jaise koi saboot ho. Mummy ki aankhein kiss ke beech mein khuli, hoth ab bhi Davendra se chipke hue, phir ekdum se peeche hati, saans rok kar, gaal suraj se bhi zyada laal.
Davendra bhi thithka, haath ab bhi gaand par, lekin jaldi smile dekar peeche hata jaise weather ki baat kar raha ho.




“Jai beta!” mummy ne hairaan lekin banawati khushi se kaha, baal theek karte hue jaise kuchh hua hi na ho. “Itni subah uth gaya? Kal pet dard tha na, socha abhi tak so raha hoga.”
Main phone aage badhaya, haath thoda kaanp raha tha. “Papa ka phone hai Ma. Kaafi der se baj raha hai.”


Usne phone naram haathon se liya, ungliyaan meri se chhui, mujhe Davendra ki cologne ki khushboo aayi uski skin se. “Oh thank you baby. Zaroor Kishore check kar rahe honge. Tu ja bed par let ja abhi, Mummy sambhal legi.”


Jaise hi phone uske haath mein gaya, main palta aur daud pada andar, chehra jal raha tha. Lekin door tak nahi gaya – adkhule darwaze ke peeche phir chhup gaya, saans rok kar dekhta raha.


Mummy ne Davendra ko chetavni bhari nazar di, khali haath se uski chaati par dhakka diya jab woh phir kheenchne laga.
“Davendra ji, sharmaaiye,” woh dheeme se cheekhi, darwaze ki taraf dekhte hue. “Jai kabhi bhi wapas aa sakta hai. Agar usne dekha ki aap meri gaand daba rahe hain ya boobs chhoo rahe hain toh? Humein sambhal kar rehna padega, mera beta jaan jaayega.”


Davendra dheere se hasa, haath phir bhi ghoom rahe the, ek haath se purple bra ke upar se ek boob pakad liya. “Arre Prisha, bas ek aur kiss. Dhoop mein kitni sexy lag rahi hai, yeh curves chamak rahe hain. Waise bhi ladka chala gaya – phone par baat karte hue mujhe chhone de. Aur maza aayega.”


Mummy ne haath thappad maara lekin aankhon mein sharaarat thi. “Nahi, rukiye! Sach mein. Agar Jai ko shak ho gaya toh sab barbaad. Kal raat bhi next room mein tha, kitna risk tha. Ab haath neeche kijiye aur mujhe phone attend karne dijiye.”


Davendra ne smirk ke saath haath neeche kiye lekin door nahi hua, aankhein uske jism ko kha rahi thi. “Theek hai meri jaan. Lekin zyada der haath nahi ruk sakte. Yeh gaand mera naam le rahi hai.”


Mummy ne aankhein ghumaayi lekin muskura di, phir call receive kiya aur ekdum meethi, masoom awaaz: “Hello Kishore? Good morning jaan. Haan main uth gayi thi – dhoop ne jaga diya. Tu theek hai? Motel mein neend aayi ki nahi?”


Main kaan laga kar sun raha tha, sirf uska side sunai de raha tha. Aur woh harami Davendra zyada der door nahi raha. Mummy balcony par thoda aage-peeche chal rahi thi phone kaan se lagaye, woh peeche se aa gaya, baahen kamar mein daal di.


Uske haath side se malne lage, dheere possessive andaaz mein, thumbs boobs ke neeche se chhoo rahe the.




“Arre kuchh nahi, bas balcony par subah ki hawa kha rahi hoon,” mummy papa se baat kar rahi thi, awaaz steady lekin jism thoda akad raha tha jab Davendra ka haath neeche jaanghon par gaya. “Jai theek hai, kal thoda pet dard tha lekin ab so raha hai. Tu bata, resort kyun nahi aaya raat ko?”


Main gusse se pagal ho raha tha – uske haath ab bhi us par the, jaanghein sehlata hua, purple panty ke kinare tak pahunch gaya. Papa se baat karte hue bhi uski ungliyaan chut ke upar lace se circle bana rahi thi, mummy ki kamar khud-ba-khud hil gayi.


Mummy ne halke se uska haath thappad maara, wrist pakad liya. “Haan Kishore, party mein toh waise hi hota hai na – doston ke saath maza kiya na? Arre nahi nahi, sorry mat bol. Davendra ji ne humein safe chhoda tha. Sab theek hai yahan.”


Lekin Davendra nahi ruka; doosra haath andar ki jaangh par chala gaya, towel khada ho raha tha. Mummy ki awaaz ek pal atki lekin woh chupke se continue kar gayi. “Haan jaldi milenge. Kitne baje aa rahe ho? Okay, love you too.”


Main uske jhooth se jal raha tha, itni aasani se papa se baat kar rahi thi jabki doosra mard usse chhoo raha tha. Kaise kar sakti thi yeh? Kal raat usi naam ki cheekhein maar rahi thi.
“Resort mein kyun nahi soya Kishore?” usne mazaak mein poochha. “Mujhe teri yaad aayi thi. Jai bhi tera intezaar kar raha tha.”


Papa ne kuchh kaha hoga team ke doston ke saath raat bhar baatein, kyunki mummy dheere se hasi. “Arre tum ladke aur raat bhar baatein. Agli baar mere paas aana theek hai? Mujhe apne pati ki zaroorat hoti hai.”


Yeh hypocrisy mujhe jala rahi thi. Aur nahi sun saka – bathroom mein daud pada, darwaza zor se band kiya, shower full khol diya taaki soch na sunai de. Garam paani skin jala raha tha lekin andar ki gandagi nahi dho pa raha tha.


Thodi der baad hum villa ke dining area mein nashta kar rahe the – parathe, fruits, coffee. Mummy ne deep blue saree pehni thi jo jism se chipki hui thi jaise doosri skin.


Poora dhak rahi thi lekin sab dikha rahi thi – boobs tight se dab rahe the, blouse thoda low, cleavage dikh raha tha, saree kamar par tight, woh badi gaand aur ubhar rahi thi.
Panty ki line bhi dikh rahi thi silk ke andar se, purple lace wali abhi bhi yaad thi.


Davendra head par baitha tha, casual kapde, gracious host ki smile. Main shant banne ki koshish kar raha tha, khane mein kantedaar.
“Toh Jai, paratha kaisa?” mummy ne pyaar se poochha. 

“Thoda thaka-thaka lag raha hai beta. Kal pet dard ke baad neend aayi ki nahi? Herbal chai bana doon?”
Main plate mein hi dekhta raha. “Theek hai Ma. Haan so liya. Bas college ki soch raha tha.”


Davendra bola, coffee peeche tika kar, “Padhai zaroori hai beta. Tere papa kehte hain tu topper hai. Aise hi chalao – ek din company tu chalaayega. Aur kabhi advice chahiye toh main hoon.”

Nashta ke baad hum resort se nikal pade, Davendra ki chamchamati black Mercedes tak. Main jaan bujh kar peeche-peeche chala, kankar wali raah par dheere kadam.
Mummy aage chal rahi thi, blue saree mein kamar matka rahi thi, peeche se gaand aur badi, aur gol, aur hil rahi thi jaise kal raat ki thukai se aur phool gayi ho.




Shayad saree neeche tight bandhi thi ya subah Davendra ke saath flush ab bhi tha, har kadam par gaand thodi hilti thi, panty line silk se dikh rahi thi.
Davendra ne passenger door khola, mummy andar baithi, uska haath uski kamar par ruk gaya. “Pehle aap Prisha. Aaram se baitho – Kishore se milne mein thodi der hai.”
Usne upar dekha, aankhein ek second zyada ruk gayi. “Thank you Davendra ji. Aap hamesha itne thoughtful.”


Woh passionate the lekin careful – chhoti chhoti chhuaahat, nazrein, main peeche tha toh mujhe na dikhe. Lekin main sab dekh raha tha – uski baah par ungli rukna, chhupi hui smile.




Hum motel pahunche jahan papa party ke baad ruk gaye the. Papa lobby mein khade the, thoda hangover lekin khush, humein dekh kar haath hila rahe the.
“Jai! Prisha!” papa ne pehle mujhe gale lagaya. “Mera beta har baar lamba dikhta hai. Resort mein maza aaya? Neend aayi?”


Phir mummy ki taraf mud kar baahen phaela di. “Aur meri khoobsurat biwi – kal raat teri yaad aayi. Aaj subah kitni chamak rahi hai.”
Mummy ne usse gehra kiss kiya, wohi hoth jo kuchh ghante pehle Davendra ke lund par the. “Mujhe bhi teri yaad aayi Kishore. Resort achha tha lekin tere bina adhura. Jai aur main chup-chaap rahe – kuchh khaas nahi hua.”



  


Mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi – uske hoth papa ke hothon par, jabki kal raat Davendra ka paani ab bhi andar hoga. Papa ko kuchh nahi pata tha ki woh kiska taste chaat rahe hain – dhokhe ka, doosre mard ke paani ka. Dil ulti karne ko ho raha tha, papa ki bharosa bhari aankhon ko dekh kar.
Phir bhi ek gandi si thrill andar daud gayi – maine chehra chhupa liya.


Davendra aaya, papa ke kandhe par haath maara. “Kishore, rough night thi kya?”
Papa hasa. “Aap toh jaante hi hain boss – whiskey zyada, baatein zyada. Lekin ab theek. Thank you meri family ka khayal rakhne ke liye.”
Davendra muskuraaya. “Arre koi baat nahi. Prisha aur Jai achhe saathi the. Resort shaant tha, unhein araam mila.”


Mummy ne papa ki baah pakad li. “Davendra ji bahut achhe the Kishore. Safe chhoda, subah bhi check kiya. Behtar dost nahi mil sakta.”
Papa ne shukriya ada kiya. “Thank you sir. Aap sach mein achhe insaan hain.”





Davendra ne haath hila diya. “Ab jaldi hai, city mein meeting. Private jet se airport chhod doon sabko – gaadi se tez hoga.”
Main shock ho gaya – private jet? Yeh aadmi sirf boss nahi, paisa aur power ka bhandaar tha, mummy ko kabhi bhi le ja sakta tha.


Chhote private airstrip par mummy pehle chadhi, blue saree hilti hui, leather seats aur mini-bar dekh kar khush. “Wah Davendra ji! Bilkul film star jaisa lag raha hai.”



Davendra peeche, papa bahar phone se photo le raha tha. Us ek pal mein dono ne mauka pakad liya – cabin door ke peeche jaldi se garam kiss, uske haath phir gaand par, mummy dheemi siski.


Main neeche papa ke saath khada sab dekh raha tha jet ke shishe se, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir hum bhi chadh gaye, papa ko kuchh pata nahi.
Sirf main jaanta tha, wazan mujhe kuchal raha tha.





Mujhe cheekh kar bolne ka mann tha – “Papa, mummy iske saath soyi hai!” – shabd zubaan par the, haath paseene se bheege. Lekin ruk gaya – sab barbaad hone ka darr, secret ka ganda thrill mila hua tha.


Phir smooth flight ke baad Davendra ne humein main airport chhoda, uska jet wapas jaane ko taiyaar. Mummy aur uski nazrein gandi thi – der tak takraayi, woh hoth kaat rahi thi, woh jaanta hua muskura raha tha.


“Toh yahin alvida,” Davendra ne papa se haath milaya. “Safe flight. Kishore, Monday office. Prisha, Jai – khayal rakhna.”
Papa muskuraaya. “Phir se shukriya boss.”




Mummy ne chamakdar muskaan di lekin aankhon mein udaasi thi, uska yaar ja raha tha. “Haan thank you Davendra ji. Bahut achha laga. Safe flight.”
Davendra mud kar ek baar dekha. “Kuchh bhi chahiye toh phone karna. Kabhi bhi.”


Mummy ne sar hilaaya, khushi ka natak karti hui, lekin lag rahi thi jaise randi aansoon rok rahi ho.
Main sharaminda mehsoos kar raha tha uske jhooth dekh kar.


Davendra jet mein chadh gaya, engine garja, runway par dauda aur ud gaya.
Hum teeno haath hila rahe the, lekin mere andar aag sulag rahi thi.

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CHAPTER 20

Meri maa ne hamare ghar ko behayai ki jagah bana diya hai

Jab humara flight land hua aur taxi se ghar pahunche, upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki khushboo thi. '
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Taxi se utarte hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru hui, pehle-pehle chhiti-chhiti, phir tez dhaar.


Barish garam aur tropical thi, woh jo do second mein poora bheego de. Sadkein chamakne lagi, paani ke aaine ban gaye.
Driveway par turant gaddhe ban gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daude. Main mummy ko dekhta raha, woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, 
ab ek jhoothi, besharam randi lag rahi thi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhup kar.


Uski neeli silk saree skin se chipak gayi thi, jahaan-jahaan paani laga wahan rang gJab humara flight land hua aur 
ghar pahunche tab tak upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki kadi khushboo thi. Taxi se utarte 
hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru ho gayi – pehle ek-do, phir tezi se tez, ekdum musaldhaar.


Garmi wali tropical barish thi, jo do minute mein poora bheega deti hai, sadkein chamakne lagi, 
paani aaine ki tarah dikhai dene laga.


Driveway par turant gaddhe bhar gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daud pade. Main ek pal ke liye
 ruk kar mummy ko dekhta raha – woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, meri raksha, mera sukoon
 – ab ek ajnabi, jhoothi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhupi randi.


Uski neeli silk saree barish se chipak gayi thi, rang gahra ho gaya, har curve ko be-rahmi se dikha 
rahi thi. Jaanghon se, kamar se, uski bhaari gaand se chipki hui, geeli hone se kapda thoda saaf dikhne
 laga, neeche purple panty ki halki si line saaf ubhar aayi.







Woh aage daud rahi thi, har kadam par gaand zor-zor se hil rahi thi, dono cheeks uchal rahe the, barish 
ne movement ko aur ganda bana diya tha, aur mota, aur obscene dikhai de raha tha. Paani uski peeth se
neeche beh kar gaand ke beech mein atak raha tha, phir uske golon par tapak raha tha. Main dekh raha
 tha, ghinn aur wohi ganda thrill mila hua tha.


Hum overhang ke neeche pahunche, lekin main jaan-bujh kar peeche ruka, barish mujhe bheegne diya, 
kapde bhaari ho gaye. Pados mein ek buddha uncle-type aadmi paan khaate hue ped ke neeche khada tha.
Usne mujhe pakad liya – main mummy ki gaand ko ghoor raha tha, phir muskura kar ishara kiya.


“Arre mera hero! Bhai, apne bete ki nazar bhi is legendary randi-gaand se nahi hat rahi, salute hai tere andko
 beta! Khaath jodta hoon! Yeh premium gaand hai, extra-wide banayi gayi hai kyunki teri mummy paida 
hone se hi five-star lund ki bhookhi kutiya hai!”


Phir aur bola, “Hairan kya hai beta, aisi gaand jo hai! Bade-bade mard ro dete hain, chhote ladke apni 
tameez bhool jaate hain! Tu toh lucky harami hai – India ka best view tere ghar mein! Yeh gaand national 
treasure hai beta, maze le!”


Main uski taraf ghuma, muththi kaasi hui. Budhau, paanch das saal ka, pet nikla hua, paan se daant laal. 
Aankhein mummy ki gaand par glues. Woh thoda jhuk kar saree theek kar rahi thi, papa bhi uski madad
 kar rahe the, barish se saree har inch chipki hui thi.


Mujhe laga usi waqt us par toot padun, uski gandi shakal ko keechad mein ghaseed doon.






Usne meri maa ke baare mein itni gandi baat kaise ki? Lekin andar ek hissa thham gaya – woh bilkul 
galat nahi tha. Main bhi toh dekh raha tha. Chehra sharam aur gusse se jal gaya.

Woh paas aaya, chhata se paani tapak raha tha, muh se tambaku ki badboo. “Arre gussa mat kar. Jo
 ladka apni maa ki gaand aise ghoorta hai woh jaanta hai ki aurat randi hai. Slut hai, samjha? Pati ko
 nahi pata, lekin bete ko pata hai. Enjoy kar beta.”






Main shock mein aa gaya – woh kitna sach bol raha tha, kitni khaufnaak tarah se. Mummy sach mein
 randi thi, boss ke saath dhokha de rahi thi, lund maang rahi thi. Lekin ek ajnabi ke muh se sun kar 
haqeeqat neeche tak chubh gayi. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin main bina bole palta aur ghar ki taraf chala
gaya.


“Jai! Barish mein khada kya pagal ban raha hai?” mummy ne darwaze se chillaya, bilkul maa wali
 awaaz. “Andar aa abhi! Sardi lag jaayegi beta, jaldi!”


Main dheere chalta gaya, barish chehre se beh rahi thi, aankhon se garam paani mila hua tha. “Aa
 raha hoon Ma,” bola aur darwaza zor se band kiya.


Lekin us budhau ke shabd dimaag mein zeher ki tarah ghoom rahe the. Use kaise pata? Itna obvious
tha kya? Poora mohalla mummy ko aise hi dekhta tha – besharam aurat jo curves dikha kar chalti thi?


Shayad usne Davendra ke saath dekha ho, ya ab mummy ki chaal hi bol rahi thi – kamar matkaati hui,
 available dikhti hui.
Hum ghar ke andar daud pade, hamari car bahar thi lekin veranda mein paani bhar gaya tha barish se. 


Jaise hamesha, main mummy ki bhaari gaand ko dekhta raha jab woh papa ke saath daud rahi thi 
darwaza kholne. Dost, main khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha – itni zabardast gaand thi, itne pyaare se 
hilti thi, Davendra sach mein lucky tha ki uske haathon mein yeh thi.






Baaki din unpacking aur banawati normalcy mein nikal gaya. Papa mails dekhne lage, mummy kitchen 
mein chai banate hue gunguna rahi thi, main room mein band ho gaya “padhne” ke bahane.


Mummy kabhi-kabhi papa ke paas baithti thi lekin phone par lagi rehti thi. Papa ne poochha itna phone
 kyun, toh boli “meri ek saheli hai, gossip ki aadi hai”. Kabhi khadi ho kar door chali jaati texting karte 
hue – papa se chh chhupa rahi thi.






Lekin raat ko, jab barish ab bhi khidkiyon se takra rahi thi, main so nahi pa raha tha. Ghar shaant, sirf
 living room se TV ki awaaz – papa news dekhate-dekhte so gaye the.


Main chupke se bahar aaya, corridor ke andhere mein chhup kar mummy ko dekhta raha jo sofa par
 baithi phone chala rahi thi. Har harkat par nazar – kya papa ko bata doon? Sab kuchh dekha – blowjob,
riding, paani maangna?


Main uske peeche chhupne laga jab woh veranda mein baithi texting karti thi, usse pata na chale.




Papa ko jaanna chahiye tha na? Woh achhe insaan the, mehnati, bharosa karne wale. Unhein dekha 
– kursi mein soye hue, remote haath se girta hua – dil mein cheekh uthi: kitne andhe ho papa? teri 
biwi kutiya hai aur tu bewakoof bana baitha hai.


Mummy phone dekhti rahi, tezi se type karti rahi, hothon par chhupi si muskaan. Papa news ticker
 mein khoe hue the.
Kabhi woh bahar veranda mein chali jaati, phir andar aati.






Midnight ke baad papa utha, ubaasi lete hue bedroom ki taraf. “Good night Prisha. Aa rahi hai?”
“Ek minute jaan,” mummy ne meethi awaaz mein kaha, nazar phone par hi. “Bas kuchh dekh 
rahi hoon.”


Papa chale gaye, jaldi hi kharrate shuru. Mummy thodi der sofa par rahi, phir phone le kar guest
 room mein chali gayi.






Main chupke se peeche gaya, adkhule darwaze se jhaankta raha. Kamra halki lambi se roshan, 
papa apne bedroom mein so rahe the. Mummy guest room ke bed par let gayi, chadar odh li, lekin
 aankhein phone par, ungliyaan tezi se chal rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha Davendra hi hoga – itni raat ko
 kaun aur, chehra usi secret josh se chamak raha tha.

Woh gandi thi, bilkul gandi. Jo aurat mujhe sone se pehle kahani sunati thi, ab pati ke bagal mein 
baith kar lover se sexting kar rahi thi.



Sharmaili biwi se yeh besharam randi kaise ban gayi jo gair lund ki aadi ho chuki thi. Papa ki taraf 
dekha jaise woh so rahe hain, chehre par savdhani aur halki si nafrat – pehle jo pyar bhari nazrein 
deti thi woh kahaan gayi.


Dheemi awaaz mein voice note ya call par boli, raat ke sannate mein har shabd saaf:
“Mera pati apne bedroom mein so raha hai, main guest room mein hoon, Davendra my love. 

Mera
 pati kitna bewakoof aadmi hai. Use nahi pata main kitni badi slut hoon, har raat tere lund ke liye 
tarasti hoon, use nahi pata tune mere muh aur chut dono maari hai.”


Dil par mukke lage. Woh ek dum se uthi, khidki ke paas chali gayi, phir bed ki taraf, jhuk kar 
kohniyon par tik gayi, gaand thodi si bahar.


“Woh white panty pehni hai jo tune khareedi thi, lace wali, aur yeh neeli satin long shirt jo jaanghon
 tak bhi nahi aati. Kitni soft hai – kaash tu hota chhone ko.”


Baat romantic aur gandi ho gayi, saansein tez. “Bata na baby mujhe kya karna chahta hai. Kal raat
ki yaad se hi geeli ho rahi hoon. Tere haath meri gaand par, dabana, thappad maarna… oh God, 
mujhe phir se andar chahiye.”


Woh aur jhuk gayi bed par, jaise usse peeche se imagine kar rahi ho. Papa ki taraf dekha, kharrate 
jaari. Phir khali haath panty ke upar se chut par chala gaya, halki siski.







“Mmm Davendra… abhi khud ko chhoo rahi hoon jaise tune sikhaya. Ungliyaan clit par, lekin teri 
jeebh jaisa nahi. Mujhe chaat-chaat kar rula de.”
Dheere bed par chadhi, ab bhi chat mein, jism sensually hil raha tha. 


“Haan baby, main hamesha 
teri gandi
 secret rahungi. Soch, phir tere upar sawar, bade-bade boobs tere muh par. Tera lund itna gehra
 choosungi
, har boond nigal jaungi jaise tere liye hi bani randi.”


Dekhte hue mera lund phir se sakht hone laga, gandagi andar garam kar rahi thi. Kyun? Uske moan, 
shabd, jism – sab itna raw, forbidden tha ki jism sun nahi raha tha.


Phir woh uth baithi, phone angle kiya, khud ki pics lene lagi – shirt neeche kheench kar cleavage, 
phir mirror mein gaand ki, aur jhuk kar aur bada dikhaya, panty cheeks ke beech ghus gayi.


Pics bhej di hongi, papa ke bagal mein baithi apna jism doosre mard ko dikha rahi thi.


Phir dheere se neeli satin shirt utaari, zameen par girne di. Ab sirf white lace bra aur panty 
mein, lambi ki roshni mein jism chamak raha tha.

Bra itni sheer thi ki kaale nipple saaf dikh rahe the, sakht ho chuke the. Panty neeche kamar 
par, lace se uski sunehri-bhuri gaand ka neeche ka hissa bahar latak raha tha, gol, bhaari, 
besharam.


“Davendra, dekh tune mujhe kya bana diya,” dheeme kaanpti awaaz mein. “Yahan aadhi nangi
 khadi hoon jabki mera pati do fit door kharrate le raha hai, aur main sirf tere haathon ki soch 
rahi hoon. Yeh white panty jo tujhe pasand hai? Poori bheeg chuki hai, har kadam par mehsoos
hoti hai.”





Woh chaaron paar chadh gayi, bed dheere dheema, boobs neeche latak rahe the, bra se nikal
 aaye, nipple sheets se ragad rahe the.
Phone pillow se tikaya taaki woh sab dekh sake, phir kohniyon par, gaand upar utha kar, peeth
 tedhi – jaise chadhayi maang rahi ho.


“Dekh kitni geeli hoon tere liye baby,” saans mein boli, peeche haath le ja kar geeli lace par
 ungli pherte hue. “Yeh chut ab teri hai. Kishore ne hafte se haath nahi lagaya, aur lagaye bhi
toh aankhein band kar ke sochti hoon tu hi mujhe phaad raha hai.”


Papa ki taraf dekha, muh khula, kharrate, bilkul bekhabar. Uske chehre par halki si jeet aur 
nafrat.
“Yahin hai Davendra ji… mera pati Kishore kharrate le raha hai jabki uski biwi doosre mard ke
 liye sasti randi ki pose kar rahi hai. Kaash use pata hota kitni baar maine tera naam chillaya 
jab woh bagal mein tha.”


Panty thodi neeche ki, chut ke geele honth dikha diye, ghutne aur phaile, camera aur mujhe
 sab saaf.
“Dekh kitni gulabi aur taiyaar hoon,” dheemi moan ke saath ek, phir do ungliyaan andar. 
“Abhi khud ko chod rahi hoon, kaash tera mota lund hota. Kal raat wala stretch ab bhi mehsoos 
hota hai… tere bina itni khaali hoon.”






Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, gaand lahar lahar uth rahi thi, panty jaanghon mein latak gayi. 
Boobs bra se poore bahar, neeche latak kar hil rahe the.

“Lekin Davendra… please,” achanak beqabu awaaz, “jo nayi cheez tu baar-baar chhed raha hai… 
main uske baare mein soch-soch kar pagal ho rahi hoon. Kya hai woh? Bata na!”
Ruki, sunne lagi, phir chhoti si siski.


“Nahi baby, mat has – bata! Muh se kuchh? Aur rough? Aisa jo nishaan na dikhe? Ya… mera god, 
boobs ke saath kuchh? Jise maine hamesha mana kiya tha?”
Phir ruk kar hoth kaat liya.


“Sach mein nahi batayega jab tak nangi teri baahon mein na aa jaun, kaanpti hui, 
tere rehmo-karam par?”
Usne saans roki, poora jism kaanp gaya.


“Yeh toh zulm hai Davendra ji… bilkul tasty zulm. Apni shadi-shuda randi ko aise latka kar rakhna.
 Theek hai. Intezaar karungi. Har ghante ginungi jab tak tu woh cheez mujhse na le le jo kisi ne
 kabhi nahi li. Lekin yaad rakh: woh jo bhi hai, mere jism ka woh hissa, jitna bhi ganda ya mana ho
… woh pehle se tera hai. Main kaanp rahi hoon soch-soch kar ki tu use kaise lega.”


Phir woh jhad gayi – muh pillow mein daba kar taaki papa na uth jaaye, poora jism kaanpa, gaand
 sakht hui, jaanghein thartharaayi – ungliyon se aur us naye rahasya ke intoxication se jo Davendra
 ne uske taiyaar, dhokhebaaz jism ke liye plan kiya tha.




“Dosto, comment karo ki tumhe kyun lagta hai meri maa aise behave kar rahi hai.”

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CHAPTER 21

Davendra meri mom ko aise jagah pe chodna chahta hai jahaan mom ko pehle kabhi nahi choda gaya. Lekin woh jagah kaunsi hai?

Aakhirkaar mummy aur Davendra ki ghanton lambi gandi baaton ka ant hua.


Mummy ne khushi se saans bhari. “Theek hai my love, ab jaana padega. Sweet dreams, mujhe
nangi sochte hue sona. I love you Davendra ji. Muah.”

Kiss ki awaaz kar ke call kaat diya, phone seene se laga kar aankhein band kar li, jaise pehli
mohabbat mein giri teenager.


Main apni pajama ke upar se lund daba raha tha, sakht dard kar raha tha, lekin ekdum se haath
hata liya – khud se ghinn aa gayi. Mujhe ho kya gaya hai?

Woh uthi, sirf panty-bra mein, gaand har kadam par hilti hui bed ki taraf gayi, dono cheeks wobble
kar rahe the, white lace poori tarah se beech mein ghus gayi thi.

Bed ke kinare par ruk kar papa ko dekha – saaf nafrat se – hoth thoda chadhe, aankhein sikudi,
jaise woh koi bezar karne wali cheez ho, uski asli khushi ke beech rukaavt. Nafrat itni saaf thi,
jaise
papa ko nikamma, laayak-na samjhe, Davendra ke saamne jo usse zinda mehsoos karwata tha.












Phone dheere se nightstand par rakha, phir chadar ke andar ghus gayi, ab bhi khud mein
muskura rahi thi. Dheeme se khud se boli:


“Davendra ko nayi cheez kya karni hai? Kahaan daalna chahta hai lund? Kuchh wild hoga
… oh God, intezaar nahi hota.”


Phir khud se poochhti rahi: “Woh surprise kya hai Davendra? Woh nayi cheez jo kisi ne
kabhi nahi ki mere saath? Kuchh andhera, aisa jo mujhe line cross karwa de jisse wapas
nahi aa sakungi? God, soch-soch kar pagal ho rahi hoon – tere haath mere jism par aise
jo maine sirf chhupi kitabon mein padha hai.”


Meri maa papa ke bagal mein khud se baat kar rahi thi, kharrate lete hue bewakoof ke
saath.


“Chubhega? Aur maangne par majboor karega? Parwah nahi agar mana hai…
Davendra ko kuchh bhi doongi, sab kuchh, main usse pyar karti hoon. Chahe kitni
bhi gandi, ghinnoni cheez ho, woh jo achhi biwi ko sharma kar bhaga degi.”


Main hairaan tha – mummy aise khud se baat kar rahi thi, pehli baar notice kiya.
Woh jaari rahi: “Davendra ke liye poori phaela doongi, jo chahe le le, jism ka
woh hissa jo usse pasand ho, main lund ki pyaasi randi ban kar moan karungi.
Fuck, sirf soch kar hi geeli ho gayi… agar boobs ke saath kuchh ho, bandh kar
laal kar de?”








Woh khud hi gandi cheezein soch rahi thi. Yeh pehli baar dekha maine.


Phir aur: “Ya pairon ke saath, aise mangwaaye jo maine sapne mein bhi nahi
socha? Jo bhi ho, karungi. Davendra mujhe ganda kare, nishaan lagaaye,
sadak ki sasti randi ki tarah use kare. Mujhe itni zaroorat hai ki taste kar sakti
hoon… bas jaldi ho.”


Chadar ke andar hili, haath khud-ba-khud nange jism par, jaangh par pherne laga
jaise uska sparsh dhundh rahi ho. Saansein tez, aur gandi, awaaz tootne lagi.


Phir ekdum muh par haath rakh liya, papa ko dekha – woh ab bhi kharrate le rahe
the. Phir shant ho gayi, aankhein band kar li. So gayi.

Teen din beet gaye. Har raat mummy ka yeh ritual jaari raha, affair aur tez hota
gaya har chhupi baat aur chori chhuyaahat ke saath.


Pehli raat ke baad main bed par jaagta raha, chhat dekh kar, dil zor se dhadak raha
tha – darr aur gande intezaar ka mila-jula ehsaas.
Mujhe pata tha kuchh hone wala hai – mummy din bhar bechain thi, phone lagatar


bajta raha jise papa se chhupati rahi. Dinner par thodi zyada zor se hasi, table ke
neeche phone dekh rahi thi – mujhe pata tha Davendra hi tha, dor khinch raha tha.
Teesri raat main phir intezaar mein tha, chaadar ke andar sakht.


Poora din phone par thi – “dost se baat” ya “recipe dekh rahi hoon” ke bahane, lekin
laal gaal aur tez saansein jhooth bol rahi thi.
Papa 11 baje tak so gaye, main darwaze se jhaankne laga.


Corridor ki light jali, lambi parchaaiyaan – mummy pink hot pant aur loose top mein,
paaon ki aawaaz daba kar bathroom ki taraf ja rahi thi. Beech mein ruki, deewar se
tik kar phone kaan se lagaya, dheemi urgent awaaz mein.


Maine sun liya – Davendra se phone par.
“Oh Davendra ji, teri awaaz se hi meri gaand mein current daud gaya,” usne purred,

khali haath jaangh par pherte hue.
“Tujhe meri badi gaand se itna pagalpan kyun? Bata baby, kya karna chahta hai iske
saath?”


Main soch raha tha – gaand par itna focus kyun? Sirf size? Ya kuchh aur? Papa
kharrate le rahe the, bilkul bewakoof.


Main chhupte-chhupate paas gaya, bathroom ke darwaze ke paas, jismein thodi si
jhaank thi.


Mummy ne phone sink par tikaya, video call on. Pehle mirror mein selfies – top upar
kar pet dikhaya, phir thoda jhuk kar pink hot pant mein gaand.
Phir video call, Davendra ka chehra screen par, aankhein kaali lust se.






“Palat Prisha,” hukum diya, awaaz rough. “Wahi moti shadi-shuda gaand dikha. Hot
pant aur upar kheench – dikha kaise kapda kha jaati hai.”


Mummy ne palta, thoda jhuki. “Aise Davendra ji? Tujhe yeh badi gaand kitni pasand
hai na? Kyun itni? Kya karna chahta hai iske saath?”


Usne siski bhari. “Hila baby. Main tere jism ka woh hissa chodna chahta hoon jo kisi
ne kabhi nahi choda. Wohi mera surprise hai.”


Mujhe laga kuchh virgin jagah, mummy par ab bhi kuchh untouched? Andhera pet
mein ghoom gaya.


Mummy palti, aankhein badi. “Kya hai woh my love? Bata – kaunsa hissa jo kisi ne nahi
choda? Paaon ki ungliyaan? Kaano mein? Please, teen din se mar rahi hoon!”


Davendra ne andheri hasi hasi. “Abhi nahi randi. Jab lunga tab pata chalega. Ab gaand
hila aur panty utaar.”


Mummy ne muh banaya lekin palat kar sink par jhuk gayi. “Theek hai, lekin waada kar
ganda hoga. Mere jism mein jo chahe le sakta hai, mana hisse bhi. Chahe kitna bhi ganda
ho, main kutiya ki tarah chillaaungi.”


Idhar-udhar baatein, woh maangti rahi, woh chhedta raha.






“Bata Davendra, teen din se sirf tere surprise ke baare mein soch rahi hoon. Kal raat apne
bewakoof pati Kishore ke saath bhi sex kiya, lekin uska chhota sa nahi bhar paya. Tujhe
soch kar jhootha orgasm kiya.


Please bata de – kaunsa hissa chodna chahta hai!”
Woh vague raha. “Ek jagah jo tight hai, bilkul virgin, tujhe taare dikhaayegi.”
Usne saans roki. “Navel? Armpits? Kuchh ajeeb kinky? Bata!”


“Abhi nahi. Ab gaand hila.”
Mummy shikayat karti rahi lekin jhuk gayi.








“Tune mujhe itni badi randi bana diya Davendra. Pehle roz puja-path karti thi. Ab dekh,

pati so raha hai aur main tere liye moti gaand hila rahi hoon.”
Usne hasa. “Ab tu puja nahi, lund ki puja karti hai. Zor se hila. Cheeks baja.”


Woh neeche jhuki, hips tez pop kiye, gaand ke cheeks zor-zor se clap karne lage, bathroom
mein awaaz goonj rahi thi. “Aise? Meri badi gaand tere liye bounce kar rahi hai? Itni
mohabbat kyun? Surprise gaand ke saath hi hai na? Bata!”



“Ungli gaand ke beech mein daal, pink pant ke upar se, dheere rub kar.”
Mummy ne peeche haath kiya, crease par ungli pherne lagi. “Mmm aise? Kitna ganda
lag raha hai…”


Usne siski bhari. “Agar main usmein daal doon toh tu zindagi mein sabse zor se
chillayegi, aur maangegi.”
Mummy ne zor se rub kiya. “Mujhe parwah nahi – kar! Mere jism ka har hissa chod,
mujhe apni ghatiya randi bana.


Main tera naam chillaaungi, padosi sun lenge, itna jhadungi
ki fountain ban jaungi. Gehra thok, phaada de, garam paani se bhar de. Mujhe ganda,
used, barbaad mehsoos karwa!”


Mujhe laga mummy ab tak samajh gayi hogi ki Davendra kya karna chahta hai, lekin woh
ab bhi nahi samajh rahi thi. Main bhi confuse tha.
Woh poochhti rahi: “Woh cheez mere jism mein kabhi use hoti hai kya? Ya sirf tere liye
wait kar rahi hai?”


Usne vague hint diya: “Hamesha wahan hoti hai lekin ignore hoti hai, bilkul virgin tight,
nayi tarah se bhar degi tujhe.”
“Nathune? Kaano mein? Kuchh chhota ajeeb?”
“Nahi. Thoda neeche, chhupi hui, sharmaayegi jab lunga.”


Main bhi nahi samajh pa raha tha – hints ghuma rahe the.
Phir hukum: “Apni short seductive utaar. Strip kar meri randi.”
Mummy seedhi hui, phone ki taraf mud kar.


“Tune mujhe yeh bana diya Davendra –
seedhi-sadhi biwi se lund ki ibadat karne wali randi. Pehle poora dhak kar rehti thi, ab

tere hukum par nangi hoti hoon.”
“Dheere,” bola. “Maza dila.”


Usne thumbs waistband mein daale, kamar matkaayi, pink hot pant dheere-dheere
neeche, matching pink panty dikhayi. Kapda skin se chipka hua tha, utarte waqt snap
kiya, bhaari gaand bahar aayi, panty poori tarah cheeks ke beech gayab – itni badi
thi ki lace kha gayi.


“Wah,” Davendra siski bhara. “Teri gaand panty ko kha jaati hai. Palat – dikha kaise
beech mein gayab ho gayi.”


Mummy palti, kandhe se peeche dekha. “Dekha? Meri badi gaand teri wajah se
pagalpan hai. Kyun Davendra? Woh surprise isi ke saath hai na? Iske andar kuchh?”
Sabko obvious lag raha tha ki Davendra kya plan kar raha tha, lekin main bhi poora
nahi samajh pa raha tha, hints confusing the.


“Ab ganda dance,” hukum diya. “Twerk kar randi.”


Mummy ne hichkichaya. “Kabhi nahi kiya, bahut ganda hai. Pehle roz puja karti thi na.”
“Tu ab puja nahi, gaand hilati hai,” growl kiya. “Jhuk aur twerk kar. Cheeks baja.”
Usne saans li lekin jhuk gayi, haath ghutno par. “Theek hai, lekin sikha. Ek randi aise
karti hai?”






“Neeche baith, hips tez pop kar. Cheeks ko zor se takra.”
Pehle awkward lagi. “Aise? Kitna ganda lag raha… meri gaand kutiya ki tarah bounce
kar rahi hai.”


“Tez. Peeth aur tedhi kar – haan wah. Dekh gaand clap kar rahi hai. Tu meri gandi
kutiya hai ab.”


Woh tez ho gayi, cheeks zor-zor se clap, ghar mein awaaz goonj rahi thi. Main control
nahi kar paaya – nazara, awaaz, gandagi. Pajama ke upar se lund ragadne laga, rokne
ki koshish ki lekin garam lahra too strong thi. Thook muh se tapka, haath se ponchha,
lekin laga jaise tsunami aa gaya. Harami hoon main, apni maa ko dekh kar muth maar
raha hoon.


Aur mummy ke dimaag mein woh khud ko randi samajh rahi thi. Mujhe woh sadak wala
aadmi yaad aa gaya – “tu randi ki aulaad hai” – ab samajh aa raha tha, meri yeh
ghatiya adat usi ke khoon se aayi thi, uski randi-adat mujh mein bhi ghus gayi thi.
Mummy saans phoolte hue poochhi, awaaz kaanp rahi thi:


“Kal kab aa raha hai
Davendra? Mujhe teri zaroorat hai… andar itni buri tarah ki saans nahi le pa rahi.
Har minute bina tere saza lagti hai.”


Davendra ki gehri hasi speaker se aayi. “Kal shaam meri jaan. 4 baje jet mein baithunga.
7 baje tere darwaze par, aur 7:30 tak tujhe nazdeek ke furniture par jhuka kar tera
naam chillaaungi, padosi bhi sun lenge ki yeh shadi-shuda chut kis ki hai.”


Mummy ne beqabu siski bhari, jaanghein daba li. “Waada kar baby… sidha yahan
aa jaayega. Jai ko dost ke ghar bhej dungi, Kishore ko sar dard ka bahana, kuchh
bhi. Bas aa kar barbaad kar de.”
“Abhi hotel ke mirror ke saamne khada apna lund hila raha hoon,” growl kiya.


“Soch raha hoon yeh moti gaand bounce karegi jab main apna haq lunga.”
Mummy ki saans atki. Woh mirror ki taraf palti, phone upar kiya, dheere haath side
se neeche, kamar ke curve par, phir gaand ke neeche se pakad kar meat uthaya,
ungliyon mein bhar kar chhoda.


“Is gaand ki baat kar raha hai?” dheemi lust bhari awaaz. “Yeh badi besharam
shadi-shuda gaand jo tune apna toy bana diya? Phir bata… kal raat iske saath kya karega?”






Davendra ki saansein bhaari. “In cheeks ko itna phaelaunga ki tu woh jagah bhi
mehsoos karegi jahan kisi ne kabhi nahi dekha. Aur phir tere jism ka woh hissa
chodunga jo kisi ne kabhi nahi choda. Virgin hissa Prisha. Tight, mana, sirf mera
intezaar kar raha.”


Mummy ke ghutne ladkhadaye. Sink par haath tikaya, shocked siski. “Virgin hissa?
Oh my God… Davendra… tu sach mein mujhse woh cheez lega jo mere bees saal
ke pati ne bhi kabhi nahi liya?”


“Har inch,” waada kiya. “Tujhe dheere kholunga, stretch karunga, rulaunga, maangne
par majboor karunga aur shukriya bhi dilaunga. Aur jab us untouched jagah mein
poora ghus jaunga, itna paani bhar dunga ki dinon tak mehsoos karegi.”


Mummy ka poora jism kaanp gaya. Usne maatha thande shishe par tikaya, aankhein
band. “Ab mujhe parwah nahi kya hai,” tooti awaaz mein confess kiya.


“Muh, chut, jo bhi secret jagah tune dhundi… tera hai. Mujhe ganda kar, jis tarah
socha bhi na ho. Chillaaungi, rungi, zindagi ka sabse tez jhadungi. Bas… kal kar de please.”

[Deepak_bull]

Dhanyavaad dosto, tum sab ke comments ke liye. Kahaani aur bhi zyada dilchasp aur romaanchak hoti jaa rahi hai. Maine tum sab ke comments sun liye hain, agla update aaj aa raha hai.”

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CHAPTER 22

Meri maa, jise main bharosa karti thi, usne hamare ghar ko vaishyalay bana diya, woh Davendra ki aadi hai.

Davendra ne ekdum se gaali di, video hil gaya jaise uska haath screen ke bahar tez-tez hil
raha ho. Moti-moti rassi uske paani ki uske pet par giri; phone se bhi geele chhap-chhap
ki awaaz aayi.


Mummy ne khushi se gandi hasi hasi. “Sirf meri gaand hilte dekh kar hi paani nikal gaya?
Bhagwan, tu kitna pagal hai iske liye.”

“Teri gaand perfect hai,” woh haanph raha tha, aakhri boondein nikaalte hue. “Kal raat yeh
mujhe aise doodh nikaalegi jaise tu soch bhi nahi sakti.”


Woh seedhi hui, phone ki taraf mud kar, aankhein sharaarat aur beqaraari se chamak rahi
thi. “Toh bata baby… please… apni achhi housewife ko ultimate randi bana de. Bata ki woh
bada lund kahaan daalega jo kisi mard ne kabhi nahi daala. Minnat kar rahi hoon, bata
de, mujhe jaanna hai.”
Usne sirf gandi, sabr bhari muskaan di. “Kal, meri rani. Kal.”


Call naram kiss aur waadon se khatam hui.
Mummy bathroom se minute baad nikli, laal gaal, chamak rahi thi, phone seene se lagaye
jaise khazaana ho. Corridor mein ruki, khud se dheeme se boli, awaaz hairaani, darr aur
beqabu josh se bhari.


“Usne mera muh choda hai jab tak royi nahi… chut chodi hai jab tak taare nahi dikhe…
aur kya bacha hai? Mere jism ka kaunsa hissa ab bhi untouched hai? Aur… kyun… kyun
woh meri badi moti gaand se itna pagal hai?”


Sir hilaaya, sust muskaan hothon par, bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Papa ke kharrate uska
swagat kar rahe the. Woh chadar mein ghus gayi, unki peeth ki taraf mud kar, ab bhi
muskura rahi thi, us rahasya-mayi, mana cheez ke sapne dekh rahi thi jo uska yaar kal
raat usse lega.








Main andhere mein kaafi der tak khada raha, mera nikal chuka lund haath mein chipchipa,
khud se zyada nafrat kar raha tha, phir bhi jaanta tha ki kal phir intezaar karunga jab
Davendra hamare ghar mein ghusega aur meri maa ke jism ka woh aakhri secret hissa
lega.


Agli subah dheemi, dhundhli roshni se shuru hui, mere bedroom ke pardo se chhan kar,
woh subah jo aksar shaant din ka waada karti thi.

Lekin mere liye shaanti kahaan. Main dheere utha, jism thaka-thaka aur sharam se
bhaari, chaadarein taangon mein uljhi hui. Hilte hi mehsoos hua – lund aur pajama ke
aage sookha chipchipa, kal raat ke ghinnone paani ka nishaan.


Neeche dekha ghinn se, saboot meri kamzori ka. Kal raat muth kyun maari? Sirf mummy
ki bhaari gaand ka hypnotic nazara nahi – bathroom ke shishe mein clap-clap karti hui,
geele thappadon ki awaaz ghar mein goonj rahi thi.


Uske gande shabd, Davendra se minnat ki usse ganda kare jaise koi achhi aurat nahi
maangti, ungliyaan chut mein daalte hue papa ke bagal mein.

Sab mana thrill – dhokha, chhupana, jism jo paap ke liye bana tha. Meri maa, lund ki
puja karne wali randi ban chuki, aur main dekh nahi pa raha tha.

Haath khud chala, tez hilata hua, muh se thook tapak raha tha, dimaag chillaa raha
tha ki harami hoon main, maa ki aulaad.

Ab subah ki thandi roshni mein sookha paani yaad dila raha tha kitna neeche gir gaya
tha, uski badmashi mujh mein bhi ghus gayi thi.
Bed se utha, sookha hissa utarta hua fresh kapde pehne, chehra sharam se jal raha
tha.

Corridor mein papa ka suitcase band hone ki awaaz – zipper ki tez awaaz. Woh
Mumbai ke conference ke liye ja rahe the – chaar din ka, corporate strategy wala jo
woh hamesha shikayat karte the lekin kabhi miss nahi karte.

Sanjog nahi tha ki aaj wahi din tha jab Davendra ghar aa raha tha. Mummy ne kal
dinner par casually bola tha – “business visit” documents dene, lekin mujhe sach pata
tha. Unka mauka tha ghar ko apna fuck den banaane ka, papa door.

Living room mein gaya, mummy subah ke kaam mein mast thi, jaise mission par ho.
Ghar chamka rahi thi – shelves jhaad rahi thi, coffee table ponchh rahi thi, sofa ke
pillows sudhaar rahi thi, master bedroom ka bed fresh safed chaadaron se bana rahi
thi, lavender detergent ki khushboo.





Woh subah bahut sundar lag rahi thi, baal dheemi ponytail mein, lattein chehre par,
skin kal raat ke baad wali chamak se. Lekin jism hi sabse zyada dhyan kheench raha
tha.


Poori safed saree pehni thi, woh pavitra dikhe wali silk, lekin us par bilkul gandi lag
rahi thi. Safed kyun? Jaan bujh kar – pavitrata ka symbol jo ab nahi thi, ya Davendra
ke liye tease, safed rang uski sunehri skin par curves ubhaar raha tha.


Saree tight lapeti hui, blouse low-cut, bhaari boobs ubhar rahe the, petticoat kamar
par tight, hips ka flare dikha raha tha.


Kaam karte hue har kadam par gaand hil rahi thi, hypnotic rhythm. Khaskar table
ponchhte hue – thoda jhuk kar, haath gol-gol ghumaate – gaand obscene level par
ubhar aayi.





Safed saree uske bhaari golon par tight khinchi, har curve aur dimple dikha rahi thi.
Neeche safed panty ki line saaf, lace ke kinare semi-transparent silk se dikh rahe the,
cheeks ke beech ghus rahi thi jab weight badalti thi.


Aur jhuki, door ke kone tak pahunchne, gaand dheeme hilti hui, saree par lehrein si.
Dekhna mushkil tha band karna, subah ki roshni mein aur badi, inviting lag rahi thi,
safed kapda ethereal lekin paapi.


Mujhe pata tha woh khush thi kyunki Davendra aa raha tha – kadam mein bounce,
gungunaana zyada khush, aankhein josh se chamak rahi thi. Yeh duty ke liye safai nahi
thi; yeh aurat apna ghonsla lover ke liye taiyaar kar rahi thi, har ponchhna aage ki
gandagi ka prelude.


Kitchen mein gaya, woh vase mein taaze phool saja rahi thi, bela ki khushboo.
“Good morning Ma,” bola, neutral awaaz banaye.


Woh palti, chehra maa wali muskaan se chamka jo ab mask lagti thi. “Good morning
beta!
Aaj jaldi uth gaya. Neend aayi? Party wala pet dard poora gaya na – adrak ki chai
bana doon?”





“Theek soya,” bola, paas ja kar hug mein. Jism garam, naram, saree se garmaahat
invitation ki tarah.


Socha, ek randi ko hug kar raha hoon, woh jo kuchh ghante pehle “virgin hissa”
chodne ki minnat kar rahi thi. Aur ajeeb baat, us par Davendra ki cologne ki
khushboo – halki lekin saaf, chaar din se uske saath nahi thi phir bhi.


Khud spray ki? Uski shirt pillow ke neeche rakhi? Kitni gehri pagalpan thi.
Thodi baat hui jab woh stove par gayi, dalia hila rahi thi. “Aaj kya plan beta? Padhai?
Ya doston ke saath cricket? Barish ke baad mausam achha hai.”


“Homework shayad,” bola, oven check karne jhukte dekh kar gaand phir bahar.
“Tu kya karegi Ma? Busy din?”


Woh halke se hasi, seedhi hui. “Bas ghar ka kaam – safai, khana. Shayad knitting,
kuchh khaas nahi. Kyun poochha beta? Mummy ki madad karega?”


“Nahi, bas aise,” bola, andar gussa ubaal raha tha.
Jaldi hi hum teeno breakfast table par. Mummy perfect biwi ki tarah serve kar
rahi thi – papa ke thermos mein coffee, road ke liye snacks box mein, graceful
aur attentive.






Mere aur papa ke saamne itna achha natak karti thi, unki mazak par hasi, baah
chhuna pyar se, schedule poochhna jaise parwah ho. Lekin mujhe pata tha sab
acting – woh sochti thi mujhe uski achhi muskaan aur “beta” se dhokha de sakti
hai.


Us hypocrisyski ko highlight karte hue, woh papa ko ultimate bewakoof bana rahi
thi, aankhein jhuka kar plate bharna, “Aur kha jaan, drive ke liye energy chahiye,”
jabki dimag Davendra ke lund par hoga. Poori hypocrite thi, mujhe family values
sikhati hui jabki khud sab barbaad kar rahi thi.


Main bhi natak kiya, muskaan dikha kar – “Dalia bahut achha Ma,” andar jal raha tha.
Baat hui. “Toh Kishore, flight kitne baje ki?” mummy ne masoom awaaz mein poochha,
lekin mujhe innocent kutiya lag rahi thi, shakkar chhupa zeher.


“Dopahar ki,” papa ne coffee pi kar. “Chaar din mein wapas. Tum dono ki yaad
aayegi.”


Main bola, “Pakka Friday shaam ko wapas papa? Ya Saturday subah?”
“Friday shaam beta,” unhone baal sahlate hue. “Family movie night karenge.
Kya kehti ho Prisha? Popcorn aur woh purani Amitabh wali?”


Mummy ne meethi muskaan di. “Perfect lagega jaan. Ghar chamka kar rakhungi
tere liye. Aur Jai, snacks tu choose karna.”
“Kuchh naya kyun nahi?” poochha. “Jaise friends bula le?”


Papa hasa. “Agli baar. Kaam zyada hai.”
Mummy boli, “Haan, sirf hum teeno. Family time best hoti hai na beta?”


Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi ki main ek randi ki aulaad hoon, meri maa, alag-alag
angle se jalaa rahi thi: woh meri moral guide honi chahiye thi, lekin uski
randi-adat se mera sochna bhi shak ke ghere mein. Kya main bhi us jaisa ban
jaunga, chhup-chhupa kar jhooth?


Papa watch dekhte rahe. “Arre late ho raha hai. Prisha, thermos de?”
“Yahan jaan,” boli. “Safe drive.”
Uthe. “Love you both. Friday ko milenge.”


Baad mein papa car nikaal rahe the, flight ke liye tezi se, mummy chillayi,
“Kishore, coat bhool gaye!”
Window neeche kiya. “Rakh lena Prisha. Love you – bete ka khayal rakhna!”
“Love you too!” chillayi, haath hilaati hui jab tak corner se gayab nahi hue.


Jaise hi papa mud gaye, mummy ne phone nikaala, Davendra ko dial.
“Chala gaya my love. Mera bewakoof pati aakhirkaar nikal gaya. Kharrate
lete harami ko shak bhi nahi hua.”


Davendra hasa. “Achha. Saat baje tak pahunch jaunga. Chaar din ki azaadi
– ghar ke har room mein tujhe chodunga.”


“Haan,” usne purr kiya. “Mujhe apni randi bana jab woh door ho. Poori azaadi
– na chhupna, na jaldi. Sirf tera lund mujh mein poori raat.”

Shaam ko main living room mein homework ka natak kar raha tha, notebook
khula lekin dimag kahin aur. Davendra time par aaya, dheeme knock kiya.


Crisp white shirt aur black trouser, chhota suitcase jaise shift ho raha ho.
Mummy ne darwaza khola, chehra suraj sa chamka, turant andar kheencha
aur gehra kiss kiya. Haath uske baalon mein, uske kamar par, jeebhein dikhai
de rahi thi foyer mein hi ek-doosre ko kha rahe the.






Passionate aur be-parwah – jism chipka hua, dheemi siski jab usne deewar se
tikaya. Study ke adkhule darwaze ke peeche chhup kar dekhta raha, soch raha
tha kitni randi hai – ghar mein lover ko kiss kar rahi hai, papa ki khushboo ab
bhi hawa mein.


Davendra ke haath neeche gaye, gaand pakad kar malne lage green saree ke
upar se – woh change kar chuki thi. “Miss kiya yeh gaand,” growl kiya.
Usne saans li. “Jaldi chod baby. Waada kar kal raat secret hissa batayega.”


Usne sar hilaaya. “Theek hai my love, woh harami pati Kishore kahan gaya?
Kahan travel kiya?”





“Mujhe parwah nahi kahan gaya, lekin chaar din door rahega. Hum azaad hain.”
Usne blouse ke hook par haath daala. “Abhi yeh boobs choos loon.”


Mummy ne haath roka. “Abhi nahi – Jai ghar par hai. Agar aa gaya toh? Jab
soyega tab.”
“Theek hai,” buk-bukaaya. “Lekin raat ko poora.”


Raat 9 baje hum teeno living room mein TV dekh rahe the. Davendra white
t-shirt aur blue boxers mein – papa ke blue boxers, elastic wale jo mummy
ne hafte bhar pehle dhoye the. Gussa aa raha tha – papa ke kapde pehne
baitha tha jaise ghar uska ho.


Mummy ne hi diye honge laundry se, matlab papa ko dheere-dheere mita rahi
thi, lover se replace.
Main us aadmi ke saath baith nahi sakta tha jisne mummy ko bigaada – woh
hamare bagiche ka saanp tha, seedhi biwi ko lund ki lati bana diya, aur main
cricket dekhne ka natak kar raha tha jabki woh papa ka passion juice pi raha
tha.
Mummy green saree mein, emerald silk jism se chipki hui. Jaan bujh kar –
low blouse deep cleavage, saree tight boobs aur gaand ubhaar rahi thi.



 


Boobs bhaari, upar se ubhar, nipple patle kapde se dikh rahe; gaand shelf jaise,
har kadam par hilti. Kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, biryani ki khushboo.


Sitting room se kitchen ka open view, Davendra uski gaand ko ghoor raha tha,
aankhein bhookhi, papa ke boxers mein adjust kar raha tha.


Main bhi dekh raha tha, pot hilate hue gaand matka rahi thi, soch raha tha isse
main immoral kyun hoon – lekin dekhna pad raha tha, dhokha confirm karne,
gussa bharne.


Davendra casually bola, “Jai, pyaas lag rahi hai, kitchen se paani le aau.”
Mujhe uski gandi chaal pata thi. Sar hilaaya. Jaise hi kitchen mein gaya, mummy
ki peeth uski taraf, gaand massive aur tight saree par, green kapda thin khincha
hua, har curve dikha raha tha.


Davendra dekhta raha, phir peeche gaya, gaand pakad kar gehra malish shuru.
“Miss kiya yeh, yeh badi gaand,” dheeme se bola.
Mummy nahi hili, intezaar kar rahi thi, peeche dhakeli. “Pata hai miss kiya, lekin
savdhaan Jai wahan hai.”


Usne aur zor se malish ki. “Use dekhne de. Hum toh is ghar ko apni gandagi se
barbaad kar hi rahe hain.”






Usne dheemi siski bhari. “Sach hai… ab main teri randi hoon, bete ke ghar hone
par bhi.”
Highlight karte hue, woh ghar mein bete ke hote hue khulli randi ban rahi thi,
ghar ko badmashi se bhar rahi thi, kiss aur groping saaf dikhai de rahe the.

Raat jaari rahi, unki chhuaahat lambi, mera gussa badhta gaya

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CHAPTER 23

Main apni maa ki khud ki randi wali harqatein dekhne se khud ko rok nahi paaya.



Mummy ne ekdum se palat gayi, jism us fluid, shikaari grace se ghum gaya jo affair shuru hone ke
baad seekhi thi, aur uske hoth Davendra ke hothon se takra gaye – ekdum gehra, bhookha kiss jo
bilkul masoom nahi tha.


Yeh devour karne wala kiss tha – uske haath uski white shirt mein muththi bandh kar kheench rahi
thi, jaise jism mil jaayen yahin foyer mein. Davendra ne turant jawab diya, bade haath peeth se
neeche kamar pakad kar, sar thoda peeche tilt kar hukumat se angle liya.


Unki jeebhein geeli, geeli dance mein mili, meri chhupi jagah se awaaz aayi study door ke peeche se,
mummy ke gale se chhoti siskiyaan jab woh bhaari boobs uski chaati se daba rahi thi. Kiss “business
visit” ke liye bahut lambi thi, uska jism usmein tedha, ek taang uski pindi ke aas-paas hook kar jaise
chadh jaana chahti ho.


Hothon par laar chamak rahi thi jab aakhirkaar alag hue, dono tez saansein, mummy ke gaal gehre
laal jo aankhon ki paapi chamak se match kar rahe the.


“Davendra ji,” woh haanph rahi thi, awaaz dheemi aur tez, ab bhi shirt pakde hue, “ab bata do. Yeh
surprise… yeh jagah jahaan chodna chahte ho jo kabhi nahi chodi gayi… kya hai? Teen din se pagal ho
rahi hoon, soch-soch kar kitni gandi cheezein kar sakta hai mere saath. Gardan ke saath kuchh? Peeth?
Koi secret spot jo sirf tere intezaar mein tha?”


Usne andheri hasi hasa, haath neeche sarak kar uski bhaari gaand green saree ke upar se pakad li, flesh
itna zor se dabaya ki siski nikal gayi. “Abhi nahi meri randi. Raat ko jaanegi jab dikhaunga. Jab phaela
kar lunga jo mera hai. Tab tak curiosity jalaaye rakhe – geeli kare tujhe mere liye.”


Mummy ne siski bhari, uski jaangh par ragad rahi thi. “Please baby… sirf hint. Pehle dard karega?
Maangungi rukne ko lekin phir aur maangungi? Jaanna chahiye – har raat chhuti hoon soch kar, kaunsa
hissa bacha hai aakhri.”


Davendra jhuka, kaan kaat liya. “Sirf itna bataunga ki tu zindagi ki sabse gandi randi mehsoos karegi.
Teri chut se tight, muh se zyada mana. Lekin aur hint nahi. Raat ko chodunga jab tak barbaad na ho jaaye
kisi aur ke liye.”


Usne siski bhari, sar peeche gira. “Bhagwan maar daal raha hai… lekin theek. Intezaar karungi. Waada
kar jaldi hoga – mera jism tadap raha hai jo bhi twisted plan hai tere.”


Mujhe pata tha aaj raat kuchh hone wala hai – ghar ki hawa charged thi, intezaar se bhaari, jaise toofaan
se pehle shaanti. Davendra ka suitcase darwaze par quick visit ke liye nahi tha; chaar din ka pack, matlab
papa door rahega tab tak rahega.


Mummy kiss se thoda peeche hati, living room door ki taraf dekha jahaan sochti thi main homework kar
raha hoon. “Ruk Davendra ji… Jai bagal ke room mein hai. Sambhal kar. Woh smart hai – sun lega kuchh.”
Davendra ne smirk diya, haath ab bhi gaand mal rahe the.


“Sunne de. Ladka itna bada hai jaanne ko ki asli
mard aisi aurat ke saath kya karta hai. Lekin theek… bata, tere unwashed panty kahaan hai? Jo pehli thi
jab maine choda tha.”
Mummy ki aankhein badi ho gayi shock se, gaal laal, halke se chaati par thappad maara.


“Davendra! Yeh
… yeh kitna ghinnona! Aisi gandi cheez kaise maang sakte ho? Meri gandi panty? Kya karoge iske saath?”
Usne jhuk kar dheeme se bola. “Chahta hoon soonghna Prisha. Soonghna kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye, chut
se paani kaise tapakta hai mere lund soch kar. Kahaan hai? Laundry basket mein? Drawer mein?”


Usne hoth kaata, shock lekin excited, jism paas dab gaya. “Tu… itna pervert hai. Lekin agar jaanna hai toh
bedroom ke attached washroom mein hai. Black wali hamari aakhri raat ki – abhi tak nahi dhoyi. Abhi bhi…
pata hai na… hamara mess hai us par.”


Davendra ki aankhein bhookh se kaali. “Perfect. Abhi soonghunga, muh daalunga teri khushboo mein jab
tak sakht na ho jaaun raat ke liye.”


Mummy ne tab randi si muskaan di, shock pighal kar seductive grin, aankhein aadhi band, ungli uski chaati
par pherte hue. “Tu sach mein mere har hisse se pagal hai na? Meri gandi laundry tak. Chal phir… soongh
kitni randi hoon tere liye. Lekin jaldi – dinner tayyar hone wala hai.”


Mummy, jo mujhe paali, sadak ki randi si muskura rahi thi lover ke cum-stained panty soonghne ke idea
par. Dikha raha tha kitna gir gayi thi, seedhi housewife se ghinnoni cheezon mein khush hone wali.


Adding details, matlab woh humiliation chahti thi, objectification – usse used rag ki tarah treat, khushboo
trophy. Aur usne ghar mein itna boldly poochha… power play, usse toy bana diya.
Davendra ne sar hilaaya, black trouser mein ubhar adjust kiya. “Wapas aata hoon. Mujhe bina shuru mat
karna.”


Master bedroom ki taraf gaya, hamare ghar mein do washroom – ek main guests aur mere liye, ek private
maa-papa ke room mein, marble tiles bada mirror.


Main chupke peeche, nange paaon carpet bina awaaz, dil dhadak raha, corridor mein plant ke peeche chhup
gaya. Woh bedroom mein casual gaya jaise uska ghar ho, attached washroom mein darwaza adkhula chhod
kar.


Andar laundry hamper kone mein, mummy ki panty overflow. Usne hungrily khodha, kai unwashed panty
alag rang – red lace, white cotton, pink silk – sink par treasure jaise rakhi.


Aankhein chamki jab black mili, sookhe fluid se crusty. Izzat se uthaya, naak lagaya, aankhein band kar
gehra soongha.
Matlab woh depraved jaanwar tha, intimate scents se obsessed, underwear drug. Woh soonghne laga.
Adding details, naak phaila, aankhein peeche, dheemi groan khushboo savor karte hue. Categorically,
chut part pehle – front, sweet-sour arousal soongha, jeebh bahar nikal kar crust taste kiya.


Phir gaand part – back strip, naak par mask jaise daba kar, gehra earthy soongha, moan jaise amrit ho.
Main soch raha tha gaand part kyun itna soonghta – wahan kyun rukta, oxygen jaise? Ghinnona,
perverse, pet ghuma raha tha. Kaisa aadmi? Pervert, predator jo aurat ki ghinnoni cheezon se maza leta,
mummy ko bodily functions tak gira deta.


Khud se poochha, kaisa monster shadi-shuda aurat ki gandi panty soonghta hai jab beta paas chhupa
hai? Homewrecker, user, hamara parivar playground bana diya.
Ab soonghte hue mummy peeche aayi – main notice nahi kiya pehle, uski grotesque ritual par focus.
Uski parchhai us par giri tab pata chala.


Adding details, woh tease ya check karne aayi hogi, “surprise” ki curiosity bold bana rahi thi. Usne
mid-inhale pakda, chehra black panty mein dooba, dheemi gasp.


“Davendra ji!” dheeme shocked lekin amused, panty haath se cheen li. “Kya kar rahe ho? Gandi
underwear soongh rahe ho jaise kutiya garam ho? Yeh… itna embarrassing! Agar Jai aa jata toh?”






Woh palta, bina sharm ke grin, chehra ab bhi laal us gehre soonghne se jo black lace panty se liya
tha haath mein. Aankhon mein sharam ka namo-nishaan nahi – sirf kacchi bhookh aur ghamand
bhari khushi jo mera pet aur ghuma rahi thi.


Mummy attached washroom ke darwaze par khadi thi. Gaal gehre laal, lekin hoth halke hasi se
hil rahe the shock, sharam aur na-mani jaane wali garmaahat se.


“D-Davendra ji!” dheeme zor se boli, awaaz daant aur hasi ka mila-jula. “Vishwas nahi hota! Mere
bedroom washroom mein khade meri gandi panty soongh rahe ho jaise desperate teenager! Agar
Jai abhi andar aa jata toh? Kya bolti main?”


Davendra paas aaya, black panty dheele pakde trophy jaise latka. “Bolti ki tera yaar teri khushboo
se nahi bhar paata Prisha. Bolti ki yeh teri chut aur perfect gaand ki khushboo le kar aati hai, aur
mujhe pagal kar deti hai.”


Usne phir naak lagaya, dheere jaan-bujh kar, aankhein us par jam kar soongha. “Fuck… sookhe
dhabbe se bhi mehsoos hota hai kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye. Yeh gaand part… God, yahan aur
tez. Poora din lace ko cheeks ke beech ragad rahi thi na?”


Mummy ne haath muh par, lekin jaanghein dabne aur nipple top ke neeche sakht hone ko nahi
chhupa paayi. “Rukiye… yeh itna ganda hai. Yeh nahi dhoyi gayi hamari aakhri raat se. Ismein…
ismein tera paani sookha hai, jab tune meri gaand par giraya tha. Tu hamara mess soongh raha
hai Davendra… hamara ganda mess.”


Usne dheemi groan ki, crotch panel zor se chehre par daba kar. “Bilku. Mujhe pasand hai jaan
kar ki doosre mard ki biwi mere paani ke dhabbe wali panty pehen kar ghoomti hai. Pasand
hai tu unhe unwashed rakhti hai sirf mere liye.”


Usne panty ulta kiya, us patli strip ko bahar kar jo gaand ke beech thi, aur gehra soongha.
“Yeh hissa… yahan jahaan teri tight chhoti gaand poora din ragadti thi… yahan sabse tez.
Ghanton soongh sakta hoon.”


Mummy ki sharam aur gehri; paaon se paaon badalti rahi, khali haath top ke kinare se
kheenchti jaise jaanghon ke beech garmaahat chhupa sake. “Tu mujhe embarrass kar
raha hai… sach mein embarrass.

Lag raha hai jaise sasti randi hoon jo yeh hone de rahi hai
apne ghar mein, usi room mein jahaan Kishore sota hai. Lekin… God, itna excite kyun kar
raha hai? Kyun geeli ho rahi hoon dekh kar tujhe depraved jaanwar jaise meri gandi laundry
par?”




Davendra ne panty thoda neeche kiya bolne ko, lekin chehre ke paas rakhi. “Kyunki tu sasti
randi hai Prisha. Meri sasti shadi-shuda randi. Aur raat ko dikhaunga kitna puja karta hoon
tere har ghinnone inch ki. Is obsession se shuru kar.”


Mummy ki aankhein badi, sharam ke peeche curiosity. “Raat ko? Aakhirkaar bata dega…
dikhaayega… woh surprise? Woh jagah jo kisi mard ne nahi chhui?”


Usne aur paas daba kar doorframe se, panty uske gaal par halke se. “Bataane se zyada lunga.
Dheere. Gehra. Jab tak mera naam rote hue maangegi aur rukne na degi. Lekin shaant ho
meri rani… abhi ghante baaki. Mujhe teri khushboo thodi der aur maze lene de.”


Woh kaanpi, lekin haath uski kalai pakad kar panty wapas uske naak par khud lagayi.
“Theek… apni randi ki gandi gaand aur soongh le. Sirf isliye ki mujhe pagal kar raha hai jaan
kar tu kitna obsessed hai. Raat ko asli cheez soongh sakta hai – jitna chahe – jab aakhirkaar
us mana hisse ko lega jo sapne mein dekha hai.”


Davendra ki aankhein waade se kaali. “Oh lunga. Aur tu har second maze legi.”
Dono ek hi pal mein jhuke, kiss phir – dheere lekin bhookha. Mummy ki sharam pighal kar kacchi
ichha, jeebh uski jeebh se ragad rahi thi jab woh khud panty zor se uske chehre par daba rahi
thi, gale se dheemi siski.


Main nikal gaya notice hone se pehle, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki sun lenge. Dinner
tayyar hone wala tha, aur raat – asli raat – ab shuru hone wali thi.


Ab dinner ke waqt, hum teeno dining table par. Ab alag-alag cheezein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Pehle khate waqt, mummy Davendra ko seductive aur bhookhi nazron se dekh rahi thi. Mujhe
pata tha yeh matlab woh kitni bhookhi hai aur randi jaise behave kar rahi hai.







Main dheere se lawn par daudta hoon, paaon naram zameen mein dhans rahe hain, khadkhadaati
pattiyon se bach raha hoon jo bata den. Khidki aage hai, halki amber roshni ka rectangle bahar
nikal rahi hai mana daawat jaise. Paas ja kar dil kaan mein dhadak raha hai. Thandi eent ki deewar
se chipak kar ungliyon par uth kar jhaankta hoon.


Shit – parde tight band hain, poore nahi lekin overlap itna ki view block. Sirf halki parchhaaiyaan
kapde par naach rahi hain, lambi aur tease karti, jaise bhooton ka natak jismein mujhe nahi bulaaya.
Gussa ubal raha hai. Itne savdhaan kaise? Ya aadat. Gaali dheeme se, muththi kaasi.
Ruk nahi sakta; jaanna hai.


Bina socha corner se doosri taraf daudta hoon, wahan chhoti khidki upar, bed ka alag angle.
Risky; mummy ke gulab ke trellis par chadhna padega. Haathon mein kaante chubhte hain uthte
hue, structure dheeme creak karti hai wazan se.


Please hold, sochta hoon, paseena maathe par thandi hawa mein. Inch-inch upar, shishe ke level.
Yahan parde thoda khule – thank fuck. Position adjust, chehra chipka, saans shishe par fog karti,
ponchhta hoon.


Aur woh hain. Saaf subah ki tarah, bedside lamp ki garam roshni mein. Mummy, lambe kaale baal
kandhon par, aur Davendra, papa ka boss, woh ghamandi harami jo company barbecue mein
mehngi ghadi dikhaata hai. Dono kiss kar rahe hain.


Gehra passionate kiss mein doobe, uske haath peeth par, woh pighal rahi hai. Mummy ki baahen
gardan mein, paas kheench rahi, jism bed ke kinare par chipke – wahi bed jo mummy papa ke
saath har raat soti hai. Dheere kiss karte mummy uthi darwaza band kiya.






Pet mud gaya. Yeh pehli baar mummy ne doosra mard is pavitra jagah mein laayi hai, woh room
jahaan papa light band karne se pehle “I love you” bolte hain, jahaan bees saalon se zindagi
banayi hai. Yeh dhokha hai un kasmon ka jo deewar par family photo ke neeche liye the, hamari
aakhri chhutti wali.


Intimacy ka desecration jo unhone pala hai – papa ka side bed neat bana, reading glasses
nightstand par, jaise thodi der bahar gaye hon.


Aur mummy yahan Davendra ko aane de rahi hai, uski mojoodgi unki hawa ko ganda kar rahi
hai. Shishe se lavender sheets ki halki khushboo mehsoos kar sakta hoon, ab unki garmaahat
se mila hua. Yeh bedroom hamesha stability ka symbol tha, mummy ki wafadari ka.


Woh har subah duvet ke kone tuck karti thi, pillows theek karti thi. Ab sin ka den ban raha hai,
pehli baar mummy yahan line cross kar rahi hai, papa ki mehnat se khareede ghar ke neeche.
Emotional angle se, bees saalon ki bharosa tod rahi hai shaant subah aur raaton ka. Physical
se, profane – mattress jo sirf papa ka wazan jaanta tha ab dhokhe ka nishaan.


Papa ki cologne pillow par halki, alarm early shifts ka – sab intruder ke saaye mein. Yeh pehli
baar mummy doosre mard ke saath so rahi hai us bedroom mein jahaan papa sote hain, moral
violation gehra, pyar ke ghar ko lust ka den bana raha hai.


Unka kiss bhookha, violent – hoth takraate, jeebhein tangle, dheemi moan shishe se sunai de
rahi thi.


Davendra ke haath kamar neeche, saree pallu side kiya practice se, mummy ki ungliyaan shirt
mein, urge kar rahi. Surreal; yeh room family movie nights ki yaad rakhta hai jab bachcha tha
main andar chadh jaata tha, mummy bukhar mein jagti papa soup laata. Ab woh yaadein gandi
ho gayi.


Dekhte hue thitha, mummy kiss toota knot kholne ko, harkat tezi. Lower part jaldi utaara,
fabric paaon par dher, toned taangein kamar curve dikha.
Swift, desperate, jaise doosri soch na aaye.





Material skin se whisper, ghutne kaanp, saansein tez. Reckless quick removal, bridges jala rahi,
moment ko full commit.
Black panty aur green blouse mein, contrast garam skin par. Woh panty – lacy sheer intimate
hug – wahi jo Davendra ne last month office secret meeting mein di thi.


Plain paper mein lapeti sly token, usse mark karne, har baar pehne yaad dilane ki woh uski hai
papa ke bina jaane. Black mystery sin, arousal evidence chhupata, secret seductress mehsoos
karwata family dinner mein.


Mera haath khud crotch par, ungliyaan pant ke upar sakht lund pakad li. Instinctive grip, bad
behavior taboo thrill se.
Matlab main bhi line cross kar raha – voyeurism self-gratification, bete ka role ganda depraved.
Aise pakad kar garmaahat pulse mehsoos, apne moral ka dhokha, family loyalty base arousal
bana.


Lekin parwah nahi; nazara intoxicating, dhokha raw ignore nahi.
Kyun? Charged moment mein mana nature sab override – secret thrill, dekhna jo nahi dekhna
chahiye, rational soch dubo deta.


Mujhe nahi pata maa ke dhokhe ka gussa kahaan gaya; pehle jalne wala gussa papa ki bharosa
muskaan soch kar, suraj mein dhuaan ban gaya. Visual shock absorb kar liya, twisted
excitement mein badal diya.


Sharam gehri – filial duty se papa ko fail kar raha, intervene nahi pervert jaise dekh. Personal
moral se sharam maa ke dhokhe par sakht hona, jism dimaag dhokha.
Emotionally sharam nafrat na hone ki, curiosity jeetne ki. Physically humiliating – sticky pre-cum
seep, haath kaanpta pakadte hue.


Sharam layers mein – societal bad habit indulge, indirect bhi; familial memory desecrate.
Bhaari wazan, gaal garam thandi hawa mein, lekin arousal mila cocktail shake nahi.
Mummy abhi green blouse mein curves chipke, khud button khol rahi, ungliyaan kaanpti
determined. Utaar di, zameen par giri, ab sirf white bra aur black panty mein.