[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 24


Davendra ne aakhirkaar apna lund mummy ke us chhed mein daal diya jise woh
pottee karne ke liye istemal karti hain.






"Oh, Davendra," vah glass ke paar se husky awaaz mein murmurat karti hai, "main poore din
iska intezaar kar rahi thi. Ise risk ke laayak bana do."
Vah dheemi, shikaari si hanshi hansta hai. "Tum jaanti ho main karunga. Tumhaare pati ka
bed tum jaise—utsuk aur nangi—ke saath aur bhi behtar lagta hai."


Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha ki Mom Dad ke saath aisa kar rahi hain. Mere Dad unhe poori
tarah se pyaar karte hain—har subah jaldi uthkar unke liye love praises banate hain jaise
unhe pasand hai, extra passion ke saath. Vahi hain jo random Tuesdays ko phoolon se surprise
karte hain, sirf anniversary pe nahi, kabhi kabhi park se wild phool chun kar dikhaane ke liye
ki thought hi count karta hai.


Aur yeh sab karte hue vah unke boss ke saath chupke chupke milti hain. Ek nazariye se yeh
dil todaane waala hai; Dad ka devotion shaant lekin gehra hai, unka pyaar pure hai, asthir—
jaise woh gold necklace jo vah abhi bhi pehni hui hain, jo unke saath bed pe dhokha dete hue
mockingly chamak rahi hai.


Davendra, abhi kapde pehne hue, thoda peeche hatta hai aur apni t-shirt utaar phenkta hai,
apna muscled chest dikhaata hai, jo Dad ke softer build se bilkul alag hai jo desk work aur
family barbecues se aaya hai. Vah dobara kissing mein doob jaate hain, ab aur gehri, uske haath
neeche sarak kar Mom ki badi gaand ko mazbooti se pakadte hain.


Vah unhe dabata hai, flesh uski grip mein yield karti hai, uski cheeks uske palms se overflow
karti hain jaise pakke phal. Yeh possessive hai, use apni territory mark kar raha hai ek raw aur
dominant tareeke se. Ek nazariye se yeh sensual hai—jaise uski ungliyaan dig in karti hain, soft
gaand cheeks ko knead karti hain, round globes jo har movement ke saath thodi jiggle karti hain.


Doosre nazariye se yeh aggressive hai, uski skin pe red imprints temporary brand ban jaate hain.
Apne details add karte hue: jaise uska body respond karta hai, peeche arch ho jaata hai uske
touch mein, uski gaand uske palms ke neeche clench karti hai jaise aur invite kar rahi ho. Uske
hips ke upar slight dimples jahaan uske thumbs press karte hain, warmth jo main imagine karta
hoon uski skin se uske rough haathon ke neeche radiate ho rahi.



 








Yeh dekh kar, main apna dick tez rub karna shuru kar deta hoon, friction pants ke andar heat
bana rahi hai. Yeh involuntary hai, pace har squeeze ke saath tez ho jaati hai jo vah deta hai,
mera body unke rhythm se sync ho jaata hai jaise strings pe puppet.


Visuals se: jaise uski skin pressure ke neeche pink flush ho jaati hai, panties wedging deeper
jaati hain jaise vah manipulate karta hai. Apne details add: vah ab light slaps maarta hai kabhi
kabhi, sound glass ke paar sharp crack ki tarah, use gasp karwaata hai aur aur peeche push
karwaata hai. Ek haath neeche venture karta hai, inner thighs ko tease karta hai, doosra lift
aur release karta hai, ripple dekh kar.



"God, teri gaand perfect hai," vah kisses ke beech groan karta hai, awaaz lust se thick. "Main
isse aise own karne ka sapna dekhta tha—har curve ko haathon ke neeche feel karna."
Vah softly moan karti hai, sar peeche tilt. "Aise hi karte raho... bahut achha lag raha hai,
Davendra. Lekin ab tumne mujhe curious kar diya—batao aaj raat ke liye aur kya plan hai.
Mujhe feel ho raha hai tum kitne hard ho."


"Tumne un tight sarees se events pe mujhe tease kiya," vah kehta hai, harder massage karte
hue, ungliyaan lace edge ke neeche briefly dip. "Yeh gaand meri meetings haunt karti hai—har
baar tum guzar ti ho, main imagine karta hoon tumhe desk pe bend kar ke."


"Main unhe tumhare liye pehenti hoon," vah admit karti hai, peeche grind karte hue uske palms
pe, awaaz breathy. "Jaante hue ki tum dekh rahe ho... din exciting ban jaata hai. Ab dikhao
kitna appreciate karte ho—hold back mat karo."


Vah deeply chuckle karta hai, massage aur insistent ho jaati hai, use wider spread karte hue.
"Oh, karunga. Is beautiful gaand ka har inch aaj raat mera hai. Lekin rush mat karo—batao,
mujhe yahaan, tumhare marital bed pe feel karna kaisa lag raha hai?"


"Yeh... forbidden lagta hai, lekin thrilling," vah reply karti hai, haath uske shoulders clutch
karte hue. "Jaise main saalon mein pehli baar zinda feel kar rahi hoon."


Unki conversation naturally flow karti hai, desire se laced. "Yaad hai last month ka conference?"
vah add karta hai, thumbs deeper circle karte hue. "Tum us tight saree mein—main ek bhi
presentation pe focus nahi kar paaya. Sirf yeh sochta raha ki in cheeks ko aise hi grab karoon."


Mom suddenly kissing rok deti hai, peeche hat kar playful smile ke saath, aankhein
arousal ke flush mein sparkle kar rahi hain. "Ruko, Davendra. Tumne phone pe surprise
ka zikr kiya tha. Kya hai woh? Tumne mujhe itna worked up kar diya—ab suspense mein mat
rakho."


Vah grin karta hai, haath abhi bhi uski gaand pe, final possessive squeeze dete hue pehle
thoda peeche hatta hai, nazar uske semi-nude form pe rake karti hai. "Theek hai, meri eager
little slut. Surprise yeh hai... aaj raat main teri gaand maarunga. Tere us virgin back hole ko
apna banaunga completely."


Vah gasp karti hai, aankhein shock se wide, haath muh pe jaise sound stifle karne. "Anal?
Davendra, nahi... yeh... yeh toh kabhi socha bhi nahi..." Uski awaaz trail off, cheeks deeper
crimson flush, body visibly tense.






Mujhe lagta hai vah shocked hai kyuki anal hamari culture mein utterly taboo hai—sirf
darkest scandals mein whisper hota hai, respectable homes jaise hamare mein openly
discuss nahi.


Yeh degrading, filthy maana jaata hai, perversion jo immoral realm mein cross karta hai,
un women ke liye reserved jo raasta bhatak gayi hain. Uski conservative upbringing se,
small town mein badi hui jahaan premarital kissing bhi frowned upon thi, yeh ultimate
line hai jo usne kabhi cross karne ki imagine nahi ki.


Aur main bhi shocked hoon—ek taraf se kyuki Mom hamesha propriety ki picture rahi
hain, mujhe TV pe kuch bhi "vulgar" dekhne pe daant ti thi, family values aur modesty
emphasize karti thi.


Yeh ultimate betrayal hai, apne body ka woh hissa surrender karna jo Dad ne kabhi fuck
nahi kiya. Society se: hamari community mein anal depravity se linked hai, reputations
forever ruin karta hai. Mujhe yaad aata hai aunts ko gossip karte suna "loose" women
ke baare mein, imply karte hue ki aise acts se woman real slut aur whore ban jaati hai.


"Lekin... anal sex? Yeh toh spoiled women ke liye hai, core se rotten," mom protest karti
hai, awaaz fear aur intrigue ke mix se waver. "Yeh moral decay laata hai—suna hai kaise
yeh corrupt karta hai, aur zyada depravity crave karwaata hai jab tak turning back nahi."
Vah softly hans ta hai, use dobara close pull kar, haath ab hips pe lightly. "Oh, tu toh already
full slut hai, hai na? Apne pati ke saath usi ke bed pe cheating? Ab wapas nahi ja sakti,
meri jaan. Yeh bas hamare little adventure ka next natural step hai."


Vah lip bite karti hai, conflicted, aankhein dart away. "Main... nahi jaanti. Bahut wrong
lagta hai. Jo women yeh karti hain woh indecent ban jaati hain, saari shame lose, proper
sab pe peeche mudti hain."


"Exactly," vah kehta hai, tone coaxing aur firm, haath chin cup kar use dekne pe majboor.
"Lekin kya yeh nahi jo tu secretly chahti hai? Un sab chains se free hona, completely meri
slut ban na? Bata—kya tu meri slut banna chahti hai, fully aur without reservation?"
Vah hesitate karti hai, breath hitch, phir whisper: "Haan... haan, chahti hoon. Main tumhari
hona chahti hoon."


Vah triumphantly smile karta hai, lekin vah continue karti hai, concerns spill out. "Lekin agar
bahut dard ho? Agar... neeche cheezen change ho jaayein, jaante ho, everyday functions
ke saath?" Face burn, direct words avoid lekin lower body ki taraf vaguely gesture, meaning
clear—messiness, bodily realities ki worry "poop" bole bina.


Davendra understandingly nod karta hai, expression reassuring. "Samajh raha hoon—woh
practical worries. Chinta mat kar; carefully handle karenge. Isliye kuch smooth banane waala
chahiye. Woh coconut oil hai na jo tumne ek baar mention kiya? Vanity shelf pe? Laao mere
liye, slut."


Slowly nod kar, vah turn karti hai aur dresser ke paas shelf ki taraf jaati hai—wahi cluttered
lotions, perfumes, family trips ke trinkets se. Uski hips hypnotically sway karti hain jaise chalti
hai, black panties curves pe cling, har step pe slightly ride up.


Thodi der rummage karti hai, peeth uski taraf, white bra straps shoulders pe taut. Finally
small bottle coconut oil nikaalti hai, label faded, aur trembling fingers se use deti hai, aankhein
mix apprehension aur excitement se milti hain.







"Oil kyun exactly?" vah poochti hai, awaaz soft, reassurance maangti hui jaise embrace mein
wapas aati hai.
"Lubricate karne ke liye, meri jaan," vah explain karta hai, uncap kar drop finger pe pour,
thumb aur forefinger ke beech rub.


"Taaki main us tight gaand mein bina pain ke slide kar sakoon—glisten kar doon, har inch smoothly
feel karwa doon. Bahut dinon se fantasize kar raha hoon. Office mein tumhe dekhta, files
pe bend hote hue, imagine karta us back hole ko, hidden aur waiting, oiled up aur ready."
"Sach? Tumne... mere us hisse ke baare mein itna socha?" vah probe karti hai, tone flattery
aur nerves ka blend.


"Har damn day," vah admit karta hai, free haath arm trace. "Boring meetings mein zone out,
tumhe all fours pe picture karta, perfect gaand wink karti hui, slick with oil. Ultimate claim
hai—jo tumhara pati never dared."


Main frozen dekh raha tha jaise vah nightstand se oil ki bottle uthata hai—wahi jo Mom long
days ke baad massages ke liye use karti thi. Cap slowly twist karta hai, deliberately,
moment savor karte hue. Cap soft click se free, generous amount palm mein pour, golden
liquid light catch.


"Prisha, darling," vah murmur karta hai, awaaz low aur commanding cracked window se.
Har shabd, har saans sun raha tha. "Mujhe teri beautiful gaand ka khayaal rakhne de."
Vah giggle karti hai, sound bilkul alag Mom se jo cookies baketi thi aur late rehne pe daantti
thi. "Oh, Davendra, tum kitne naughty ho. Lekin theek hai... tumhare liye."


Uski badi gaand black panties ke fabric se strain kar rahi thi. Massive, round aur firm yoga
se, woh jo grocery store mein heads turn karti thi. Davendra haath rub karta hai oil warm
karne, phir cheeks pe place.






Top se shuru, waist ke neeche, fingers slow circular motions mein slick liquid spread. Oil skin
mein seep, polished marble jaise glisten lamp ke neeche. Neeche work karta, deeper knead,
thumbs cleft mein dip jahaan panties thighs meet.


Doosre angle se, side pe step kar, dekhta hoon kaise admire karta hai, aankhein hungry.
"God, Prisha, yeh gaand art ka piece hai. Itni badi, perfect. Tera pati inhe waise appreciate
nahi karta jaise main."


Vah softly moan, back arch. "Mmm, aur tum? Aur batao."
"Oh, haan. Jaise ripe fruits, squeeze hone ko beg. Aur aaj raat, sab mere."
Yakeen nahi hota. Yeh bedroom Dad ke saath share karti thi—jahaan old memories pe
haste the, Dad goodnight kiss karte. Ab ghar brothel bana diya, is aadmi ko defile karne
diya. Shame chest mein burn, hot aur unrelenting.


Uski gaand ab shine, oil light reflect hypnotic sheen mein. Davendra lightly slap ek cheek
pe, jiggle dekh. "Dekh kaise shine? Night sky ke stars jaise. Tu ab meri slut hai, Prisha.
Admit kar."


Vah throaty laugh. "Haan, Davendra. Tumne mujhe bana diya. Lekin... fit hoga? Tera big
cock meri... meri filthy gaand mein?"
Vah pause, haath massage continue. "Hoga. Make kar lenge. Party se sapna dekh raha
hoon us tight hole ka."


"Lekin itna private," vah whisper, shoulder pe glance. "Sabse private part. Kisi ne kabhi nahi
maara, pati ne bhi nahi."
"Isliye main lucky," vah growl, close pull. "Main claim karunga. Wide stretch. Teri gaand aaj
raat meri."


Twisted emotions feel ho rahe. Shame watching se, anger Mom pe Dad pe cheating—jo
hotel mein clueless loyal. Lekin despite, look away nahi kar pa raha. Heart pound, forbidden
heat groin mein build. Angry haan, lekin scene raw, intense, hard ho raha tha. Next dekhne
ko wait nahi kar pa raha, guilt gnaw karte hue bhi.


Davendra peeche hatta, work admire. "Theek hai, slut. Bed pe ja aur bend over. Dikha kya
hai tere paas."
Vah hesitate, phir wicked smile. "Okay, lekin yaad rakhna, main wait kar rahi hoon ki tum
mujhe slut banao meri smelly gaand maar ke."


Seductively move karti hai, oiled gaand sway har step pe, shine light flicker catch. Bed edge
pe—Dad ki side—haath mattress pe, waist se bend. Gaand high rise, panties on, fabric taut
curves pe. Oil cheeks glow jaise within lit, droplets thighs pe trickle.






Stare kar raha, anger boil. Pornstars jaise pose, woh jo sneak peeks mein dekhta tha.
Yeh meri mom nahi ho sakti, jo bachpan mein tuck in karti thi. Accept nahi; nightmare lagta.
Kya main slut se paida hua? Thought punch jaise, rage fuel. Lekin anger twist—haath
neeche slip, pants se dick rub, hard insistent. Kyun? Kyuki betrayal complete, erotic
wrongness mein, wild drive. Hate karta hoon, lekin stop nahi.


Davendra approach, awaaz husky. "Ab yeh fat gaand cheeks spread kar, Prisha. Dikha kya
work kar raha hoon."
Vah peeche reach, fingers panties mein hook lekin abhi down nahi. "Aise? Mmm, tumhe
meri big gaand pasand hai na? Itni fat aur juicy."


"God haan. Perfection. Tera pati andha hoga jo har raat worship nahi karta."
Agar Dad ko pata... oh God, kya karega? Shatter, shayad work pe confront, job dignity lose.
Mom everything risk thrill ke liye.


Slow tug se black panties side part, gaand reveal. Pehli baar dekha—imagine nahi kiya tha.
Forbidden beautiful: tight puckered rosebud, pinkish-brown, shining cheeks ke beech
nestled. Clean, inviting, untouched till now.






"Pasand aaya?" vah purr.
"Fuck haan. Gorgeous. Kya main smell karoon, Prisha? Tere filthy little hole ki whiff loon?"
Vah lip bite. "Agar chahte ho... meri gaand soon gh, Davendra. Apni bana lo."


Vah kneel behind, haath wider spread. Lean in, thumbs se slightly part, deeply inhale.
"Ahh, heaven smell. Musky, sweet—woman secret jaise."
Yeh scene... sick way mein good feel. Intimacy, degradation—mesmerizing. Endlessly praise
gaand: "Itni tight, pretty. Better than any pussy."


Kuch minutes baad pull up. Vah comply, bed pe crawl face-down stretch, gaand offering
jaise present. Big gaand quiver slightly, oiled ready.
"Ruko, Davendra," vah concern se. "Anal sex... darr lag raha. Hurt ho sakta."
"Thoda hoga, lekin love karegi. Ek baar kar liya, full meri slut. No back."


"Jaanti hoon. Yakeen nahi—party ke baad sneaking, ab yeh. Real slut ban jaungi, all
steps: blowjobs, pussy fucking, ab anal. Teri anal whore."
Vah grin. "Exactly. Ab comfortable banaate hain."


Dad side pillow reach—faint aftershave scent—stomach ke neeche slide. Kyun? Hips
elevate, gaand upward angle better access. Big gaand prominent, bina iske struggle.
"Yeh kyun?" vah head lift poochti.


"Teri gaand too big, too perfect," explain. "Yeh raise karegi taaki direct gaand pe aa
sakoon. Deep slide easy."
"Oh, clever. Sab sochte ho. Pro slut feel."
"Haan, aur position right—no escape once in."


Nervously laugh, add: "Jaise ritual prep. Meri big gaand special treatment."
Nod, oil haath again. Mom peeche reach gaand cheeks wide spread hold. Davendra
direct penis pe oil pour, stroke full slick—shaft gleam jaise gaand.


Phir finger dip gaand mein prepare, slow gentle first. One knuckle, two, deeper probe.
Mom face window toward—meri taraf. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open pleasure,
cheeks flushed. Lip bite, soft "Ahh" escape twist pe.


"Mmm, good," whisper.
Second finger add, stretch. Expression intense—brows furrowed ecstasy, lips wider
part.


Ab main event. Position, penis head gaand press. "Prisha, sure? Last concerns?"
Shakily nod. "Bas... fit hoga? Itni filthy, tight."
Shamefully chuckle. "Hoga. Done before. Relax, aur
Push shuru, head pucker nudge. Impossible lagta.



Thick cock tiny clenched
opening pe press, swollen tip slightly flatten stubborn ring pe. Oil thick glossy, drip
beads jahaan bodies meet, lekin Mom rigid.
Rim skin tight stretch pale almost translucent, broad head no ground. Har careful
rock hips se harder clench, ring flutter seal shut again again.


Fingers sheets twist, face dark window toward, eyes shut tight, mouth shallow
frightened breaths, even cry start. “Davendra, sach mein too big,” trembling rush
mein. “Nahi fit hoga. Already feel aur hurt.”


Ek haath hip steady, doosra guide. “Slowly breathe out aur muscles relax try.
Thoda push out jaise poop push kar rahi ho. Oil hai, help karega.”


Try karti, tiny push, lekin body betray snap shut. “AAHHH, nahi, burning bahut,”
cry, awaaz crack. “Please slower, beg kar rahi.”






Completely pause, pressure constant bina force. “Jitna slow ja sakta. Fine kar
rahi, breathe keep. Nose se in, mouth se out.”
“AAAAHHH,” moan jab tiniest pressure add. Very tip sink start, rim wider stretch,
thin gleam light. “Davendra, tear open feel. Nahi kar sakti.”


“Can,” calm answer, low voice. “Already opening little. Fight mat, let happen.”
“UUUHHH, too much,” whimper, fresh tears cheeks. “Socha tha want lekin cannot
take. Please stop push.”
Perfectly still hold, head barely inside ring. “Abhi nahi move. Feel kaise filthy gaand
accept start? Flutter means relax. Stay with me.”


“NNNGHHH, no,” gasp, head shake pillow pe. “Wrong feel. Hurt too deep already.”
Wait, sweat forehead, breathing slow fraction. Phir forward press, slow relentless.
Widest head crown start, ring absolute limit force. Oil wet slick sounds tiny
advance pe.


“AAAAIIIIHHH,” sharp cry, back arch try phir flat force. “Davendra, serious, out karo.
Breathe nahi properly.”
“Almost past head,” clenched teeth se. “Hardest part. One more second worst over.”
“MMMMMPHHH, no please,” sob, body tremble. “Nahi want anymore. Splitting feel.”







Final steady push se thick head fully slip inside. Soft wet pop jaise gaand close snugly
crown ke peeche. Mom jerk whole body, raw scream throat se: “AAAAAHHHH, OH GOD,
ANDAR AA GAYA, AAAHHH, NIKALO!

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[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 25


Davendra ka mota lund ne meri mummy ki gaand ko bahut dheela kar diya.








Vah kushiyon ke takiye par gir padi, haanfte aur kaanpte hue, aansu behte hue. “Kripya, 
Davendra, ise nikaal do. Main ise sahan nahi kar sakti. Yah har jagah jalta hai.”
Vah sthirmudra mein raha, sirf sira aur ek inch ka danda uske andar. “Sira andar hai. Yah
 sabse bura hissa tha. Ab sirf saans lo. Main tab tak nahi hilunga jab tak tum shaant nahi
 ho jati.”


“UUUUHHHHH,” vah dard bhari awaaz mein karahi, uski gaand ka ched uske charon taraf
 paagalpan bhare kampan mein sikudta aur khulta. “Yah itna bhara aur galat mehsoos hota hai.
 Mujhe nahi lagta main aur zyada le sakti.”


Usne sabse dheemi gati se gehra dhakelna shuru kiya, ek aur inch ko dard bhari dekhbhaal se 
andar daalte hue. Uske andar ki deewarein usko bahut kas kar jakad rahi thi, har chhoti harkat
 nayi pratirodh se milti. 


Nazar gandi thi: uski badi, tail se sani hui gaand alag alag, naadiyon 
wala danda dheere dheere us nishiddh ched mein gayab hota, uski gaand ka ched patla, 
chamakdar gulabi halka mein khinch gaya.






“AAAAHHHH, aur nahi,” vah gidgidati, awaaz toot rahi thi. “Yah bahut gehra hai. Mujhe lagta 
hai main tukdon mein toot rahi hoon.”
Vah aadhe raste par ruk gaya, use gehraai mehsoos karne deta. “Tumhare paas mera aadha 
hai ab. Teri gaand ise le rahi hai. Sirf saans leti raho.”


“UUUHHH, main nahi kar sakti,” vah roti hui boli, uska sharir kaanp raha tha. “Kripya ruk jao,
 main taiyaar nahi hoon.”
Usne phir intezaar kiya, uski peeth ko dheere se sehlate hue jab tak uski cheekhein dheemi 
kaanpti siskiyon mein badal nahi gayi. 



Sirf tab usne ek baar phir aage badhaya, dard bhare
 inch se inch, jab tak uske kamar uski mulayam gaand ke kushiyon ke virudh chipak nahi 
gayi. Vah poori tarah se uski gaand ke ched mein daba hua tha.


Maa ne lambi, tooti hui “UUUUUHHHHHH” nikali aur dheeli pad gayi, uske neeche kaanpti 
hui, aansu chadar ko bhigo rahe the.
Shabdon se jawab dene ke bajaye, Davendra ne use sabse kathor tareeke se jawab diya. 
Usne uske kamar par pakad mazboot ki, thoda peeche khincha, aur phir poori taakat se aage
 dhakela.


Usne apna poora mota land uski gaand ke ched mein ek hi zor daar dhakke se andar daal diya.
 Is baar koi reham nahi, koi dheemi entry nahi. Usne khud ko poora daba diya, uske andkosh
 uski twacha par zor se thappad maarte hue jaise vah ek hi baar mein andkosh gehra chala
 gaya.


Maa ki cheekh kamre mein chaku ki tarah cheerti hui. Yah lambi, zor ki, aur poori dard se bhari 
thi. Vah cheekhi "AAAAAHHHHHHH! OH MERE BHAGWAN NAHI! YAH BAHUT BADA HAI! 
AAAAAHHHHHHH! KRIYA RUK JAO! YAH BAHUT DARD KARTA HAI! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Uski 
awaaz jhatke se unchi aur tez shuru hui, phir gehri, kaanpti ron mein toot gayi jo kabhi 
khatam nahi hoti lagti.





Vah cheekhti rahi aur cheekhti rahi, uska muh takiye par khula hua, aansu uske chehre se bahte
 hue, uska poora sharir aage jhatka khata jaise is hamle se bachne ki koshish kar raha ho. 
Lekin Davendra ne uske kamar ko mazbooti se pakda, use ek inch bhi hilne nahi diya. Cheekh
 minute bhar tak chalti rahi, kachi aur bebas, bedroom ke har kone ko bharte hue.


Us ek zor daar dhakke ne uske poore sharir mein lahrein bhej di. Uski badi gaand zor se hil gayi,
 mulayam maans lambi der tak hilta aur kaanpta raha, gaand ke gaalon par lahrein pani ki tarah.
 Twacha pratap se aur laal ho gayi. Poora bistar aage peeche hilta raha, lakdi ka frame zor se 
kararta aur cheekhta, gadda ke springs har harkat par shikayat karte hue.


Headboard deewar par zor se thadak se takraya jo goonj utha. Bedside table par paani ka glass
 zor se khadkhadaya, surface par bajta hua, andar paani hilta aur kuchh kinare se girta hua.
Deewar par chhoti parivaar ki tasveer ka frame hil gaya aur tedha ho gaya.


Davendra poori tarah ruk gaya, apna poora land gehre daba kar, vah bilkul nahi hila, sirf vahin
 raha, use poora khinchav mehsoos karne deta, uska sharir uske virudh chipka hua.
Thodi der baad, vah uski peeth par thoda jhuka aur neeche, santusht awaaz mein bola. 


"Laanat, teri gaand ka ched mere land ke charon taraf itna garam mehsoos hota hai. Yah 
andar se jalta hua garam hai. Teri peeth ka ched itna garam kyon hai aisa? Mujhe abhi batao."
Maa abhi bhi cheekh rahi thi aur ro rahi thi, uska sharir aniyantrit roop se kaanp raha tha. 


"AAAAAHHHHH! Kyunki tum itne mote ho! AAAAAHHHH! Tum mujhe bahut chauda khinch 
rahe ho! Yah mujhe andar gehre aag ki tarah mehsoos hota hai! AAAAAHHHH! Yah har jagah
 jalta hai!"


Vah poore paanch minute ke liye bilkul sthirmudra raha. Uska land uske andar dhadak raha
 tha lekin usne dhakka nahi maara. Usne yah uski gaand ko sahi tarah se train karne ke liye 
kiya, kas halke ko majboor karne ke liye ki vah shaant ho jaye aur aakaar ko sweekar kare, 
uske sharir ko sikhaaye ki vah ladai kiye bina use le.


Yah uska tarika tha use poori tarah se todne ka, dard ko us cheez mein badalne ka jise vah 
baad mein bina nahi reh sakti. Un lambi minute ke dauraan, usne ek haath se uski peeth ko
 dheere se ragda aur shaant karne wale shabd bole. "Sirf dheere saans lo. Tum ise itna accha 
le rahi ho. Mere charon taraf shaant ho jao. Apni gaand ko khulne do. Tum perfect kar rahi 
ho."


Un shaant, khinche hue minute mein jab vah poora uske andar tha, sab kuchh hamesha ke 
liye badal gaya. Maa vahin poori randi ban gayi. Gaand sex vah akhiri cheez thi jise usne 
abhi tak chhua nahi tha, uske sharir ka akhiri hissa jo abhi bhi pavitra aur niji mehsoos hota
 tha. Vah pahle se hi bahut baar dhokha de chuki thi, apna muh aur yoni use de chuki thi, 
lekin uski gaand akhiri tukda tha.


Jab uska land ise poora bhara aur vahin raha, kuchh bhi pavitra nahi bacha. Usne apna har 
ek ched apne pati ke boss ko unke vaivaahik bistar mein saunp diya. Vah ab poori tarah se 
chinhaayi gayi thi jaise ek vyabhichaari jo kuchh bhi karegi.







Us pal se, maine use apni maa ke roop mein sochna band kar diya. Vah aurat jisne mujhe 
pala, mere liye khana banaya, jab main der se aata to chinta karti—vah vyakti gayab ho
 gayi. Meri nazron mein, vah sirf ek randi ban gayi. 


Ek vivahit randi jisne chuna ki uski 
gaand chudwaye jab baap door mehnat kar raha tha. Ek gandi, roti hui kutiya jo doosre
 aadmi ko apni sabse niji jagah barbaad karne de rahi thi.


Davendra ko bilkul pata tha ki ek sahi vivahit aurat ko poori randi mein kaise badla jaye,
 aur usne yah kadam dar kadam kiya. Usne kaam par chhote compliments se shuru kiya 
jo use muskurane par majboor karte. Phir gupt sandesh aur coffee break.


Phir chhupe chhue aur jaldi chumban. Phir khatre wale jagahon mein poora sex. Phir 
apne bistar mein lambi raatein. 


Aur akhir mein gaand—vah kriya jo akhiri sharm ko hata
 deti hai. Usne spasht roop se yah doosri auraton ke saath pahle kiya tha kyunki vah
 itna shaant aur dhairyavaan raha. Use pata tha ki dheemi chedna, achanak zor daar 
dhakka, lambi rukawat uske sharir aur man ko poori tarah se haar maan ne par majboor
 kar degi.


Paanch minute khatam hone ke baad aur maa ki zor ki cheekhein dheemi siskiyon 
mein badal gayi, Davendra ne phir hilna shuru kiya. Usne apna land bahut dheere
 se bahar khincha jab tak sirf sira andar na reh jaye, uski gaand ko khinchte aur
 usse chipakte dekhta, phir usne ise poori tarah se andar ek sthir, mazboot harkat se
 dhakel diya.


Usne yah baar baar dohraya—dheera bahar khinchna, dheera gehra andar dhakelna
—jaise vah uski gaand ko sikha raha ho ki kaise vyavhaar kare, halke ko train kar raha
 ho ki vah aur chauda khule aur har baar use asani se sweekar kare. 


Uska ched har 
stroke ke saath zyada istemaal kiya hua dikhta, tail se chamakdar, asani se khinchta.
"Mere saath saans lo," usne dheere se kaha jaise vah phir gehre andar sarak raha tha.
 "Mujhe sach batao—kya dard ab kam mehsoos ho raha hai, ya kuchh naya accha 
mehsoos hone laga hai?"


Maa takiye mein ro rahi thi lekin jawab diya, "Yah abhi bhi bahut dard karta hai, lekin
 andar gehre yah bhara mehsoos alag hai. Kripya ise aise hi dheere rakho."
"Tum chahti ho main chalta rahoon bhale hi dard ho?" usne poocha, gehre pakad kar
 ek pal ke liye.


"Haan, main chahti hoon tum chalte raho.
Mujhe tumhari harkat mehsoos karne ki zaroorat hai," usne aansuon ke beech jawab
 diya, uski awaaz kaanpti lekin pakki.


Uski lagataar cheekhein jaise uski purani maa wali atma ko dhoti ja rahi thi. Har siski
 jaise acchi patni aur parvaah karne wali maa ko alvida kehti ro rahi thi, nayi bebas 
randi ke liye jagah bana rahi jo har ched mein land ki zaroorat rakhti thi.


Jaldi hi Davendra ne ek sthir pumping rhythm mein badal diya, upar neeche, andar 
bahar, samay guzarne ke saath thoda tez hota. Uske kamar mazboot aur niyamit taur
 se kaam kar rahe the, uski laachila gaand ko har dhakke par chauda khinchte aur 
har khinchna par thoda band karte.


Halka laal aur foola hua ho gaya lekin har stroke ke saath zyada ichcha se khulta.
"Dekho usko," usne awaaz garv se bhari hui boli. "Teri gaand ab mere liye sach mein 
khul rahi hai. Yah land ko sahi tarah se lena seekh rahi hai. Kya tum mehsoos kar rahi 
ho ki kitna asaan ho raha hai?"


"Haan, main mehsoos kar rahi hoon ki yah tumhare liye zyada chauda khul raha hai,"
 maa ne jawab diya, uski cheekhein chhoti moan se mil rahi thi. "Yah tumhare liye itna
 khinch raha hai."


Bistar aur tez hilne laga, har pump ke saath hilta.
Chadarein uske sharir ke neeche mud gayi aur gumdi hui, jagah jagah paseene se 
bhigi. Takiye zameen par girte rahe. Deewar par ghadi uski keel ke virudh zor se
 khadkhadati, sab hilawat se extra tik tik awaaz banati.


Mere dimag mein main lagataar bina awaaz ke gidgidata raha, "Davendra, kripya thoda
 dheere karo.


Agar tum ise aise hi jaari rakhte to maa ki gaand barbaad kar doge. Yah bahut door 
khinch rahi hai. Kya agar yah hamesha dheeli reh jaye? Kya agar vah kal baithne par 
dard mehsoos kare? Kya agar baap wapas aane par kuchh galat mehsoos kare?" Main 
chinton se bhara tha—uske sharir ke hamesha badalne ke baare mein, uske baad sharm
 mehsoos karne ke baare mein, sab kuchh bikharne ke baare mein.





Lekin dheere dheere, bahut minute ke upar, maa ki dard ki cheekhein sukh ki moan 
mein badalne lagi. Jalne ka mehsoos gehre bharepan se mil gaya, aur uska sharir 
khinchav ka aanand lene laga.
Uski awaaz badal kar "Ahhhh, oh haan, aise hi, aur gehra jao, kripya ab mat rukna" ho
 gayi.


Davendra ne badlav turant suna aur uski awaaz aur kathor ho gayi. "Yahan hai, meri
 gandi chhoti randi. Meri vivahit gaand ki kutiya boss ke land par gaand mein maza le 
rahi hai. Tumhe ab pasand aa raha hai, hai na? Kaho ki tum meri gandi dhokhebaaz 
kutiya ho."


"Haan, main teri gandi randi hoon," maa ne boli, abhi bhi ro rahi lekin aansuon ke 
beech zor se moan karti. "Main teri gaand ki kutiya hoon. Mujhe yah pasand hai bhale
 hi dard ho."


Thap thap thap awaaz kamre ko poori tarah se bharne lagi—zor ki, geeli thappad uske
 kamar uski badi gaand ke gaalon se takrane ki. Tail ne sab kuchh chipchipa bana diya,
 to har pratap tez aur lapata hua awaaz karta, tez aur zor hota jaise vah aur zor se 
pump karta.


"Teri gaand ka ched sabse behtar ched hai jo maine kabhi mehsoos kiya," usne use 
bataya, saans bhari. "Yah itna garam aur kas hai, mujhe perfect jakad raha hai. Yah 
mujhe teri yoni se zyada sukh deta hai. 


Aur socho—yah vah hi ched hai jise tum har 
subah potty karne ke liye istemal karti ho, jise tum din bhar kaam par baithti ho—aur 
ab yah mera niji chudai ka ched hai, mere land ko doodh ki tarah nichod raha hai 
jaise yah iske liye paida hua ho."







"Haan, yah ab tera ganda ched hai," maa ne wapas cheekh kar bola, aansu uske 
chehre se bahte lekin uski gaand usse milne ke liye peeche dhakel rahi. "Meri potty ke
 ched ko jaise chahe istemal karo. Yah itna accha mehsoos hota hai jab tum ise gehre 
chodo."


Is teevra pumping ke dauraan, uski badi chhaatiyan uske sharir ke neeche aage 
peeche hil rahi thi, nipples chadar par ragad rahi thi.


Paseena dono se bah raha tha, unki twacha chamak rahi thi. Uski ungliyan gadda mein
 gehre dubi hui, mazbooti se pakdi hui. Kamra paseena, tail, aur kachche sex ki zor ki 
boo se bhara tha. 



Davendra khud ko rok nahi saka—uska chehra laal tha, ankhen sirf 
us jagah par kendrit thi jahan uska land uski gaand mein gayab hota tha, poori tarah
 se kho gaya ki vah kitni kas aur garam mehsoos hoti thi.


Main poore samay mutth maar raha tha, mera haath tez aur zor se hil raha tha. Yah 
dekhna bilkul sabse gande porn video ki tarah tha, lekin hazar guna bura kyunki 
gaand mein lene wali aurat meri apni maa thi, meri nazron ke saamne roti, moan 
karti randi mein badli hui.


Yah mujhe gusse se bharta—maa par gussa ki usne khud ko aisa banne diya, 
Davendra par gussa ki usne use aise barbaad kiya, khud par gussa ki main nazar hata
 nahi saka aur itna maza le raha tha.


"Kripya, Davendra ji, jaldi andar khatam karo," maa ne gidgidaya, uski awaaz toot 
rahi thi. "Main aur zyada nahi le sakti. Kripya meri gaand mein virya daalo. Mujhe 
bhari do."


Davendra ne kathor hasi. "Oh nahi, meri laalchi chhoti kutiya, main abhi khatam 
nahi hua. Teri gaand mere land ko nichodne mein bahut perfect mehsoos hoti hai. 
Main is vivahit gaand ko chudta rahunga jab tak main poori tarah se santusht na
 ho jaun. 


Tum yaad rakhogi ki is ched ka maalik kaun hai har baar jab kal baithogi."
Usne uski gaand ko bina kisi reham ke pitta raha, uski badi gaand ke gaal har zor
 daar dhakke se paagalpan se hilte, lahrein banate aur uchalte, sab thappad se 
chamakdar laal hote.


Main sochta raha ki uski gaand kabhi pahle jaisi nahi hogi—vah har baar jab vah 
peeche khinchta to chauda khul jati, khinchi aur dheeli dikhti, pahle ki kas ched se
 kuchh bhi nahi.







Akhirkaar uski awaaz badli, zyada kas aur urgent ho gayi. "Yahan aa raha hai. 
Main apna sab virya teri gaand mein gehre daalunga. Main tere andar ko mere 
garam virya se bhar dunga."


"Haan, kripya karo," maa ne cheekh kar bola. "Meri gaand ko poora bhari do."
Usne tez se tez dhakka marna shuru kiya, kamar ek dhundhli mein hilti, zor se 
takrati kyunki pressure bahut zyada ban gaya aur uski kas jakad ne use akhirkaar
 kinare par pahuncha diya.


Maa aur zor se cheekhi. "Yah ab bahut tez hai! AAAAAHHHH! Tum bahut gehre 
ja rahe ho! AAAAAHHHH! Yah mehsoos hota hai jaise tum mere pet mein ho!"
Jaise uska charam sukh aaya, Davendra ne khud ko poora andar daba diya aur 
sthirmudra ho gaya, gehre seene se zor se aur lambi karah nikaalte hue.



"AAAAAHHHHH HAAN! HAR BOOND LE LO! AAAAAAHHHHHH CHODO! 
AAAAAAHHHHHH GAAND KI MAA KI AISA MAZA! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Karahen 
gehri, kachi, aur jaanwar wali thi, uska poora sharir har zor daar spurt ke saath
 kaanpta.


Un zor ki karahon ne maa ko poori tarah se jhatka diya. Usne apna sir jitna 
sambhav tha ghumaya, ankhen chaudi. "Tum itni zor se karah rahe ho, jaise
 jaanwar. Maine kabhi aisa kuchh nahi suna."






Jab vah charam sukh par tha, uska land baar baar uske andar dhadka, gehre 
moti garam virya ki doriyan phenkta. Uski taangein zor se kaanpi, lagbhag girne
 wali. Paseena usse uski peeth par tapakta. 


Bistar ne akhiri baar zor se karara.
Main jaanta tha ki uska virya bahut gehre phenk raha tha, uski aantiyon ko
 bharta, badi matra mein mehsoos hota jaise yah poore pet ke ilaake tak pahunch
 raha ho, uske andar ko poora garam karta.


Maa jhatke mein sans li. "Main tere virya ko itna spasht mehsoos kar sakti hoon.
 Yah itna garam aur mota hai, poore pet tak pahunch raha hai. Itna kaise ho 
sakta hai? Yah aata hi ja raha hai."


Vah poore samay ro rahi thi, aansu lagataar girte, sharir mehsoos se atiprayukt.
Davendra uski peeth par kai lambi minute tak raha, uska wazan use aram se 
dabata, land dheere dheere andar dheela hota jaise akhiri boondein bah rahi thi. 


Phir usne dheere se bahar khincha aur bistar ke doosre taraf chala gaya. Vah
 headboard ke virudh baitha aur dheere se maa ke rote chehre ko uthaya, use 
paas khinch kar aur uske sir ko apne seene se laga kar, baalon ko dheere se 
sehlate hue.


Maa zor se roti rahi, gehri siskiyan seene se nikalti, abhi bhi pet ke bal leti kyunki
 hilna bahut dard karta. Mota safed virya uski khuli gaand se lagataar dharaon 
mein bah raha tha—geele plop awaaz ke baad lambi boondein, jaise virya ki nadi 
dheere se uski darar se bah rahi, chadar par ikattha hoti aur uski jaanghon se 
neeche bah rahi.







Usi nazar par, main zor se aaya, apne haath mein phenkta, mera sharir trellis ke
 virudh kaanpta jaise sukh ki lahrein mujhe marti.
"Shh, ab shaant ho jao, tum avishwasniya thi," usne dheere se use tasalli di, 
ungliyan uske baalon mein chalti.


"Batao, kya tum abhi bhi bahut dard mehsoos kar rahi ho?"
"Haan, yah andar gehre jalta hai," maa ne siskiyon ke beech jawab diya. "Lekin 
yah ajib tarah se bhara aur garam bhi mehsoos hota hai."


"Kya tumne akhir mein kuchh sukh mehsoos kiya, bhale hi thoda sa?" usne 
dheere se poocha.
"Haan, akhir mein yah accha mehsoos hone laga, sach mein accha," usne 
sweekar kiya, uske seene mein roti hui.


"Tum ab meri poori randi ho—meri niji gaand ki kutiya. Yah sun kar tumhe kaisa
 mehsoos hota hai?"
"Mujhe darr aur sharm mehsoos hota hai, lekin yah bhi ki main tumhari poori
 hoon," maa ne jawab diya, aansu uski twacha bhigote. 


"Main teri randi hoon."
Is shaant pal mein, aur virya dheere dheere bah raha tha, chadar par bada 
geela daag banata. Kamra akhirkar shaant tha siwaye uski dheemi roti aur uski
 tasalli dene wali awaaz ke.


"Ab apna muh kholo aur apni jeebh se mere land ko saaf karo," usne shaant 
taur se kaha, uske sir ko neeche le jaate hue. "Tumne ise teri gaand se ganda
 kar diya. Hum dono ko saath mehsoos karo."


Maa ne sir hila diya, aur zor se roti. "Nahi, kripya Davendra ji, main yah nahi 
kar sakti. Yah abhi meri gaand mein tha. Yah bahut ganda hai. Mujhe beemar
 mehsoos hoga."


"Chalo, meri meethi kutiya, sirf chhota sa swaad," usne dheere se manaya. 
"Yah tumhe aur zyada maalik wala mehsoos karayega. Bahut si auratein gaand 
ke baad yah karti hain. Yah aaj ki raat ko seal kar dega."


"Kripya nahi, main sach mein nahi kar sakti," vah roti hui boli. "Yah bahut 
zyada hai."


"Theek hai, aaj raat nahi to," usne akhirkaar sweekar kiya, uske maathe ko pyaar
 se chumte hue. Iske bajaye, usne neeche pahuncha, zameen se uski kaali 
panty uthayi, aur ise istemal kar ke apne land ko dheere se ponchha, sab tail,
 gandagi, aur nishaan saaf karte hue, lace ko har hisse par dheere ragadte hue.


Phir vah bistar ke kendra mein seedha let gaya aur maa ko dheere se apne upar
 khincha. Vah uske nange seene par sir rakh kar sul gayi, ek taang uske upar 
daali, sharir abhi bhi sab kuchh se thoda kaanp raha tha. Usne soya aur maa 
ne apna sir uske seene par rakha aur tasalli dena shuru kiya.









Usne uske sir aur peeth ko dheere gol ghumav mein ragadta raha. "Tum ab 
surakshit ho. Yah bahut teevra tha, lekin tumne sab kuchh champion ki tarah liya.
 Mujhe itna garv hai ki tumne khud ko mujhe kaise diya."


Kuchh minute ki shaant roti ke baad, maa ne apna sir dheere uthaya, uska chehra
 abhi bhi aansuon se geela, uski ankhon mein dekha, aur jhuk kar use gehre aur
 dheere se honthon par chuma.


Chumban lamba, komal, bhavna se bhara tha. Yah poori haar maan ne ko arth 
deta tha us aadmi ko jisne abhi uski akhiri baaki pavitrata cheen li thi, dard aur 
sukh ke mishran ke liye gehra aabhaar, poori sweekriti ki vah ab uski hai uske 
pati se zyada, aur us vyakti ke liye sachche sneh ki shuruaat jisne use hamesha 
ke liye apni ichchhuk randi mein badal diya.

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                                      CHAPTER 26



"Meri mom aur Davendra mere papa ke khilaaf kuch plan
kar rahe hain aur mujhe nahi pata ki vo kya hai."





Subah hone par main jaaga, dhoop bedroom ke pardo se tez, garam kirnon mein bhar kar
andar aa rahi thi jo deewaron aur farsh par nritya kar rahi thi, sab kuchh dhokhe se shaant
dikha rahi thi. Nightstand par ghadi ne 9 AM se thoda aage ka time dikhaya aur ek pal ke
liye main wahan leta raha, ceiling ko takta, ummeed karta ki kal raat ki yaadein sirf ek bura
sapna thi.


Lekin woh nahi thi. Awazein, nazare, jis tarah maa ne poori tarah se samarpan kiya—woh
sab spasht wapas aa gaye, meri chaati ko kas diya. Main dheere se uth baitha, mere muscles
dard kar rahe the ghanton tak bahar trellis se chipke rehne se, mere haathon mein abhi bhi
kaanton ki chubhan mehsoos ho rahi thi.


Ghar shaant tha siwaye kitchen se halki khan khan ki awaaz ke, tazaa parathe aur coffee ki
khushboo hawa mein faili hui—roz ki khushboo jo ab mud kar galat lag rahi thi, jaise ek patli
parda jo neeche ki kachchi dhokhebaazi ko chhupa rahi ho.


Main apne darwaze tak chupke se gaya aur use thoda sa khola, hallway se kitchen ki taraf
jhaankte hue. Wahan thi woh, maa, stove par khadi, spatula se kuchh palat rahi, apne saans
ke neeche purani Bollywood tune ko dheere se gun guna rahi jaise duniya raat bhar mein
tooti nahi thi.


Lekin toot gayi thi. Ab woh Davendra ki poori randi thi, uski samarpit kutiya jisne apne
sharir ka har inch bina jhijhak saunp diya, use woh jagahen claim karne di jahan kabhi kisi
ne nahi kiya tha.


Main samajh nahi pa raha tha—yeh aurat, jo mujhe college ke liye dheere hila kar uthati thi
aur tiffin mein pyar bhare note daalti thi, dad ke saath sabse poori tarah se dhokha kar
chuki thi.


Dad, jo shayad abhi kisi hotel room mein the, mehnat kar rahe aur uske baare mein pyar
se soch rahe. Woh kaise itni shaant, itni sadharan dikhti khadi hui, sab kuchh hone ke baad?
Woh sirf neeli panty aur milti julti neeli blouse mein thi, kapda patla aur uske curves par
chipka hua jaise doosri twacha.


Blouse neeche button kiya hua, uske boobs ke ubhaar ko
dikha raha, aur panty high-cut lace wali, uske kamar ko jakadti aur uski gol gaand ko
mushkil se dhakti.






Main sochta raha ki aakhir woh aisa kyun pehenti jab doosra aadmi—uska lover—abhi yahan
hai. Davendra nahi gaya tha; mujhe guest bathroom se shower ki halki awaaz pahle sunai
di thi.


Kya yeh outfit uske liye tha? Subah ka chedna? Ya woh itni gehri badal gayi thi ki sharm ab
matter nahi karti? Usne pahle kabhi aisa kuchh nahi pehna. Mere badhte hue saalon mein,
maa traditional decency ki tasveer thi—hamesha ghar mein poori saree ya salwar kameez
mein, lazy Sundays par bhi.


Agar guests hote to woh poori tarah se dhak leti, mujhe lecture deti "ghar mein izzat banaye
rakhne" ke baare mein. Agar main sirf shorts mein room se bahar aata to woh frown karti
aur kehti, "Beta, sahi kapde pehno—yeh parivaar ka ghar hai."


Ab, yahan woh aadhi nangi ghoom rahi thi, uska sharir poori tarah se dikhaav par, jaise kisi
niji fantasy mein. Affair ne uski purani atma ki har parat cheen li thi, use is bold, besharm
aurat mein badal diya jo seduce karne ke liye pehenti thi, apni izzat bachane ke liye nahi.






Mere bedroom darwaze se nazar se, maine uski badi gaand ko dekhta raha jaise woh thoda
jhuk kar neeche shelf par masale lene ke liye. Woh gaand—wahi jo Davendra ne kal raat
bina reham pitta tha, khinchta aur bharta jab tak woh cheekhi na aur karahi na.


Ab woh itni bhari aur lubhavni dikhti, har chhoti harkat se dheere hilti, neeli lace panty gaand
ke beech thodi wedged, perfect gol shape ko aur dikhaati. Maa ki gaand woh cheez hai
jiske liye woh jaani jaati hai, itni badi aur moti, isi liye maine is story ka naam aisa rakha.


Maans dheere se hilta tha jaise woh wazan badalti, ek natural bounce jo mere gale ko
sookha deta. Us griping haathon se halke laal nishaan abhi twacha par dikhte the, jaise
hua ki baadges.


Mujhe vishwas nahi hota ki Davendra ka mota land kuchh ghante pahle usi gaand ke ched
mein gehra daba hua tha. Sakht subah ki roshni mein, yah asambhav lagta—un sundar
gaalon ke beech waha kas, chhupa ched ne uska sab kuchh liya, chauda khincha, baad mein
khula reh gaya. Uske sharir ne itni jaldi recover kaise kar liya?





Ab woh itni smoothly hilti, dard ka koi nishaan nahi, sirf mulayam, hypnotic motion jo meri
ankhen unwillingly kheenchti.
Maa counter ponchne lagi, kapde haath mein, surface par door tak pahunchne ke liye stretch
karti.


Uske boobs us tight neeli blouse mein avishwasniya dikhte, bhare aur bhari, har jhukne par
aage dabte, kapda buttons par thoda kas.


Woh scrub karte hue dheere bounce karte, nipples halke outline, use pahle se zyada young
aur vibrant dikhaate. Pichhle mahinon mein woh itni sundar ho gayi thi—twacha smoother
aur chamakdar, ankhen bright, posture confident aur sensual.


Mujhe pata tha yah sab Davendra ke saath affair aur lagataar teevra chudai ki wajah se.
Secrecy ka thrill, kachcha physical sukh, itni fiercely desired hone ka mehsoos—usne usmein
kuchh jagaya tha, stressed housewife ko is radiant, sexual creature mein badal diya jo har
room ko own karti dikhti.


Jaise main dekhta raha, maa ne cooking khatam ki aur carefully tray arrange ki—garam
parathe, dahi, tazaa aam ke tukde, aur coffee ka mug. Usne use chhoti smile ke saath
uthaya aur master bedroom ki taraf chali, uske kamar usual se zyada hilte hue, jaise use pata
ho ki koi admire kar raha hai.


Tabhi Davendra bathroom se nikla, kamar par towel dheela lapeta, uske chaude seene par
paani ki boondein abhi, baal bhege aur uljhe. Woh relaxed aur vijayi dikhta, jaise aadmi
jisne jo chaaha conquer kar liya. Maa ka chehra use dekh kar roshan ho gaya, ek sachcha,
garam smile jo affection se bhara jo maine kabhi dad ko aise nahi dekha.


"Good morning, mere pyar," usne dheere kaha, tray offer karte hue. "Maine tumhare liye
breakfast banaya—aloo parathe jaise tumhe pasand, kinare crispy bahut butter ke saath,
aur tumhari coffee strong do cheeni ke saath."


Davendra ki ankhen khushi se chamki, chehre par badi, santusht smile faili jaise usne tray
uske haathon se liya. "Tum mujhe bahut kharab karti ho," usne gehri aur appreciative awaaz
mein jawab diya.


"Yeh amazing dikhta hai. Tum avishwasniya ho." Usne tray ko bedside table par carefully
rakha, phir use bina jhijhak baahon mein khincha, jhuk kar gehra aur dheere chuma.


Maa ne usse wapas aur zyada intensity se chuma jo maine kabhi dad ko karte nahi dekha.
Dad ke saath chumban jaldi aur affectionate hote, saalon ki comfortable habits. Lekin
Davendra ke saath, usne sab daal diya—uske honth eagerly khule, jeebh uski mili, dheere
moan nikle jaise woh poora sharir uske chipkati, haath uski nangi peeth par slide. Chumban
poori minute tak chala,






passionate aur bhukha, unki saansein bhari hoti gayi. Main utna gussa nahi tha jitna socha
tha—sirf thoda bacha, jaise dull dard. Kal raat ka shock ne zyada rage ko numb kar diya,
resentment aur unwilling fascination ka ajib mishran chhod diya.


Jaise woh chum rahe the, Davendra ke haath uski peeth par neeche gaye aur maa ki
badi gaand par settle ho gaye, possessively pakadte.
Usne pahle zor se nichoda, ungliyan patli neeli panty ke upar mulayam maans mein gehre
dubi, gaalon ko uske palms ke beech bulge karte.


Phir dheere kiya, dheere malish, firm grips jo gaand hilate aur lighter caresses jo curves
trace karte. Jis tarah usne handle kiya, spasht tha ki woh gaand ab uski hai—possessive
lekin admiring, thumbs un spots par dabate jo kal raat se sensitive the, uske kamar ko paas
khinchte taaki woh towel ke neeche harden mehsoos kare.


"Good morning tumhe bhi, meri sundar kutiya," usne saans ke liye rukte hue uske honthon
par murmlaya, haath abhi bhi uski gaand par rhythmic kaam karte. "Subah kaisi mehsoos
kar rahi ho sab kuchh ke baad jo humne kiya? Sach batao—kya sore ho, ya tumhara sharir
mujhe miss kar raha hai?"


Maa ne dheere saans li, apna maatha uske par tikaya, chehre par sharmili lekin khush smile.
"Good morning, Davendra ji. Aaj main poori alag mehsoos kar rahi hoon, jaise nayi aurat.
Mera sharir thoda sore hai, khas kar neeche, lekin acchi tarah jo har harkat par tumhe
yaad dilata hai."


Usne uski gaand phir nichodi, use halka gasp karwaya. "Alag kaise? Batao us sundar dimag
mein kya chal raha hai."
"Main ab poori kutiya mehsoos kar rahi hoon," usne confess kiya, awaaz neeche lekin sthir,
ankhen uski mili bina sharm. "Jaise maine ek line cross ki jisse wapas nahi aa sakti, aur
sach kahoon, main nahi chahti."


Davendra ne aur badi smile ki, uske haath uski gaand par dheemi malish rukte nahi. "Yeh
bilkul sahi hai. Tum aisa mehsoos karti ho kyunki maine kal raat teri gaand chodi.


Mainetumhara woh ek hissa liya jo abhi untouched tha, tumhari baaki purity ka akhiri tukda.
Ab kuchh nahi bacha jo tumhe respectable patni banata. Tum sirf randi ho—meri niji
randi—jo apne lover ke liye taangein failati aur har ched kholti jab pati door ho."


Maa ne dheere sir hilaaya, uske aur paas dabti. "Haan, tum sahi ho. Main teri randi hoon.
Main ab woh izzat deserve nahi karti jo pahle thi. Main sirf tumhari kutiya hoon ab. Mujhe
bina izzat ke treat kiya jaye, mujhe sasti vaishya ki tarah treat kiya jaye."


Baad mein, breakfast share karne aur dheemi awaazon mein aur baat karne ke baad,
maa ne chhoti tray mere room mein laayi—parathe, fruit, aur chai—mere liye. Main bed
par baitha pretend karta raha ki abhi jaaga.


Woh amazing smell kar rahi thi, tazaa jasmine soap aur uski favorite floral perfume ki
mishran, meethi aur inviting. Lekin us clean scent ke neeche, mujhe woh vaishya smell
karti—sex ki musk ko fragrance ki layers se dhakne ki koshish, raat bhar ki total
debauchery ke baad innocent dikhti.






Usne tray rakhi aur jhuk kar mere gaal par pyar se chuma. "Good morning, mere
meethe beta. Breakfast taiyaar hai—garam garam khao."


Maine jaldi sir ghumaya, chumban avoid karte. Mere dimag mein, woh honth
Davendra ke land ke charon lapete the, uske baad jab woh uski gaand mein gehra
tha. Soch ne meri twacha ko crawl kar diya.


Maa seedhi hui, thodi surprised dikhti. "Kya hua? Aaj mom ko morning kiss nahi?"
"Tum aise kyun pehni ho, Mom?" maine poocha, uski neeli panty aur blouse ki taraf ishaara
karte. "Davendra uncle abhi yahan hai. Yeh... ajib lagta hai."


Woh mere bed ke kinare baithi, reassuring smile ke saath. "Oh beta, chinta mat karo. Ghar
aaj garam hai, aur main aise comfortable mehsoos karti hoon. Yeh mera ghar hai aakhir."
"Lekin tum pahle kabhi aise nahi pehnti," maine dabaya.


"Jab sirf hum hote tab bhi nahi.
Aur unke yahan hone par, yeh galat lagta—jaise tum show off kar rahi ho ya kuchh."
Usne mera pair dheere thapthapaya. "Janti hoon yeh naya hai, lekin aaj kal main apni skin
mein accha mehsoos karti hoon.


Zindagi bahut chhoti hai hamesha chhupne ke liye.
Davendra close friend hai—unhe bilkul bura nahi lagta. Sach mein, unhe pasand hai jab
main relaxed hoti hoon."


Humne aur discuss kiya—maine bataya ki mujhe uncomfortable lagta hai, mom ke liye proper
nahi dikhta. Usne explain kiya ki woh khud ko rediscover kar rahi hai, saalon ki routine ke
baad young aur free mehsoos karti, dad itna door rehte to chhoti cheezon ka aanand lena
chahiye.


"Old-fashioned mat bano, beta," usne halke se kaha. "Main abhi bhi tumhari mom hoon."
Aakhir mein, usne change na karne ka decide kiya, khadi hui firm lekin kind smile ke saath.
"Main apne ghar mein jo khush kare woh pehnungi."


Maine bahar se haan kaha "Theek
hai, Mom, jo tum chaaho," lekin andar se gussa tha—jal raha ki uska affair ne use itni selfish
, itni careless bana diya ki mujhe ya dad ko affect kaise hota.


Us subah baad mein, maine unhe compound gate ke bahar dekha, bade neem tree ki
chhaya mein paas khade. Davendra ne use lingering chumban ke liye khincha, uska haath
uski lower back par possessively. Woh gehri baat mein lage, sir paas, awaazein neeche aur
secretive, kabhi kabhi charon taraf dekhte.





Mujhe pet mein kuchh bura mudta mehsoos hua—ek dark premonition ki woh affair se zyada
plan kar rahe. Main front door par khada plants ko paani dete pretend karta raha, aur
snippets pakde—dad ka naam kai baar, shabd jaise "uski position" aur "make sure woh fail
ho." Bilkul accha nahi laga, jaise rag mein barf, lekin maine decide kiya mujhe sach jaanna
hai. Main chhod nahi sakta.


Maa ne mud kar mujhe bright smile ke saath haath hilaya. "Beta, main thodi der ke liye
Davendra uncle ke saath bahar ja rahi hoon. Kuchh important office work khatam karna hai
—tumhare dad ke project ke liye. Shaam tak wapas aa jaungi. Kuchh chahiye to call karna!"
"Theek hai, Mom," maine normal tone force karte jawab diya. "Khayal rakhna."


Woh Davendra ki sleek black car mein chadhi, passenger seat mein asani se settle, aur woh
smoothly drive kar gaya. Maine sirf ek pal intezaar kiya phir bahar daud kar corner se taxi
pakdi. "Aage wali black sedan ko follow karo, lekin thodi doori rakho," maine driver ko bataya,
dil tez dhadakta.


Woh familiar streets se gaye, akhir ek unchi, modern building par ruke—headquarters jahan
dad 15 saal se faithfully kaam kar rahe the. Maine turant pehchana, chamakdar glass facade
company name bold letters mein. Yahan kyun, sab jagahon mein se? Mera dimag confusion
aur dread se ghoom gaya jaise maine taxi pay ki aur family visits se yaad side entrance se
andar slip kiya.




Pillars aur corners ke peeche chhupte, main unka peecha dad ke floor tak kiya. Woh dad ke
private office mein casually gaye, darwaza zyadatar band kar. Maine paas chupke se gaya,
use thoda khola taaki dekh aur sun saku bina notice hue. Andar, woh dad ke desk drawers
aur files mein khoj rahe the, reports aur documents nikaalte.


"Yeh wahi hai," Davendra ne thandi smile ke saath whisper kiya, ek mota folder utha kar.
"Agar hum in numbers ko tweak karein aur kuchh errors daalein, yeh massive negligence
dikhega uski taraf se. Woh mushkil mein hoga aur demote karne ke siwaye aur choice nahi
—ya worse."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, pages jaldi scan karte. "Haan, yahan aur yahan figures badlo. Woh
lately itna distracted raha—kabhi notice nahi karega jab tak late na ho jaye. Yeh uski badi
promotion ki chances ko poori tarah barbaad kar dega jiske liye woh mehnat kar raha tha."





Maine har detail nahi samjha unke plan ka, lekin intent crystal clear tha—woh deliberately
dad ke career ko sabotage kar rahe the, use professionally fail set up kar rahe. Dhokha
bedroom se bahar ja chuka; ab woh uski rozi attack kar rahe.


Davendra ne altered papers side rakhe aur maa ki taraf bhukhi ankhen kar ke mudaa. "Ab
kaam kaafi. Tumhare pati ke office mein aise—yeh mujhe turn on karta hai. Main tumhe
yahin uske desk par chodna chahta hoon. Kal raat maine tumhe uske bed mein liya. Ab
uske workspace mein leta hoon. Main chahta hoon uski zindagi ka har hissa mere mark se
bhara ho."


Maa ne desk ki taraf dekha—dad ka neat organized space hamari family photo chair ki
taraf—aur honth kaata, chehre par sharm aur excitement ka mishran. "Yeh bahut risky
hai, koi andar aa sakta hai. Lekin thrilling bhi lagta hai. Tumne mujhse sab kuchh cheen
liya. Karo—kar do."


Woh dad ka sab kuchh lena chahta tha: uski loyal patni, uska pavitra bed, aur ab uska
professional sanctuary. Ultimate humiliation.
Maa ka dad ke liye pyar kahan gayab ho gaya?


Woh har subah dad ki success ke liye prarthna karti, uske awards ko proudly wall par
frame karti, late raat jag kar presentations prepare karne mein madad karti. Ab, Davendra
ko mahinon se chodne ke baad, woh pyar poori tarah mit gaya—us twisted devotion se
replace jo uske lover ke liye, willing to destroy the man who had given her everything.


Davendra ne use paas khincha aur fiercely chumna shuru kiya, haath urgency se uske
sharir par ghoomte. Maa ne bina resistance allow kiya, barabar fire se wapas chumti,
ungliyan uske baalon mein ulajhti, sharir uske melt, dheere awaazein uske honthon
se nikalti.






Mujhe nausea ki lahar mehsoos hui—maa ne pahle se Davendra ko family home mein
chodne diya, marital bed ko defile kiya, aur ab yahan dad ke office mein, shayad
usi desk par jhuk kar jahan dad apna future plan karta.


Woh kai lambi minute ke baad ruke, bhari saans lete, maathe touch. Davendra ne
pocket mein haath daala aur stunning golden necklace nikaala—delicate chains
chhote diamonds ke saath jo office lights mein sundar chamke. "Yeh tumhare liye,
meri perfect kutiya. Kal raat celebrate karne aur jo tum ban gayi uske liye gift."


Maa ki ankhen genuine surprise se chaudi. "Oh Davendra ji, yeh gorgeous hai.
Diamonds itne clear. Lekin yeh bahut mehnga hoga—sure ho mere liye?"
"Of course tumhare liye," usne smoothly jawab diya. "Tumne sab kuchh de kar
yeh earn kiya. Mud jao taaki pehna saku."




Usne obediently mud kar baal uthaye, aur Davendra ne necklace uski gardan par
bandha, sona perfect uski twacha par settle. Maa ne use delicately touch kiya, dono
haath muh par udaan bharte delighted shock mein. "Mujhe vishwas nahi. Yeh
twacha par itna luxurious mehsoos hota. Bahut bahut shukriya—yeh mere liye
duniya hai."




Necklace sab symbolize karti—woh officially uski marked kutiya ab, uska mehnga
gift proudly pehne hue dad ke office mein khadi, uske against plot karte. Yeh
ownership ka final stamp tha.





"Doston, batao tumhare kya khayal hain, tumhe kya
lagta hai ki agla scene kya hona chahiye?"

[Deepak_bull]

          CHAPTER 27

Meri mom mein ab koi sharm baaki nahi rahi.




Main bade filing cabinet ke peeche chhupa tha, dad ke daftar ke darwaze ke thik bahar
galiyare mein, ek tang aur andheri koney mein ghusa hua jahan galiyara aapaatkaleen
 seedhiyon ki taraf thoda mudta tha.


Cabinet ki unchi dhaanche aur upar rakhe dabbon ne poora andha sthaan bana diya tha,
 mukhya hisse se seedhi nazar rokta hua. Maine apni peeth thande dhaatu se satayi, dil
 zor zor se dhadakta hua, daftar ke darwaze ke chhote se khule hisse se jhaankta hua 
jo maine thoda sa khula chhoda tha.


Daftar ka hungama bina ruke chalta raha—log bina doosri nazar diye guzar jaate, apni 
screen ya baaton mein doobe hue. Manzil somvaar ki aam urja se bhari hui thi, lekin 
meri chhupne ki jagah hungame mein ek gupt jeb jaise thi, surakshit aur bina dekhe.


Kamra dad ke purane coffee ke mug ki halki khushboo se bhara tha jo abhi bhi wahan 
baitha tha, ab maa ke halke itar se mila hua. “Davendra ji, pakka koi nahi aayega?” maa
 ne poocha, awaaz dheemi si kanpkanahat mein sachchi fikr se bhari.


“Daftar aaj bhara pada hai—log hamesha failen ya dastkhat ke liye aate rehte hain. Agar 
koi darwaza khatkhata de? Ya bura, seedha andar ghus aaye? Hum aise pakde gaye to sab
 barbaad ho jayega.”


Davendra mez par dheela sa takraya, uski aankhen uske sharir par ghoom rahi thi us purani
 maalikana chamak ke saath, honthon par halki muskan jaise woh use thodi tezi se chalte 
dekhta raha.


“Shaant ho jao, Prisha. Darwaza lagbhag band hai, aur yeh tumhare pati ka niji daftar hai—
koi bina kaaran nahi ghus aata. Subah kaafi jaldi hai, zyadatar log abhi baith rahe hain. Waise
 bhi, agar koi paas aaye to sun hi lenge. Khatra hi to mazaa deta hai, hai na? Socho woh 
josh—tumhare pati Kishore ke daftar mein hi chudai.”


Maa ne tezi se chalna band kiya aur uski taraf mud gayi, chehre par darr aur anichchhuk josh
 ka mishran, baahen sikodi hui jaise khud ko bacha rahi ho. “Mujhe josh maloom hai, lekin 
darr lag raha hai. Agar unka sahayak ho ya saathi urgent kuchh chahiye?”


Is samay usne Davendra ko chumna shuru kar diya aur apni saari utarna shuru kar di, ab 
woh sirf blouse aur peeli panty mein thi. Meri maa ko peeli panty bahut pasand hai aur
 mujhe nahi maloom kyun.





Maa ne baat jaari rakhi, “Tumhare saathi... unhe kabhi kabhi pahunch hoti hai. Aur mere pati
 Kishore ki baat... tumhe un se itni nafrat kyun? Sach batao. Woh hamesha tumhare saath
 izzat se pesh aaye, sir kehte the, tumhare kaamon par adhik samay tak mehnat karte the. 
Woh tumhe apna maalik maante the. Itni door kyun ja rahe ho unhe dukh dene? Sach mein 
sirf mere baare mein hai?”


Davendra mez se hata aur paas aaya, sur badla kuchh gambhir par abhi bhi us niyantran wali 
dhaar ke saath. “Yeh tumse bahut pehle shuru hua tha, Prisha. Kishore bahut... suvidha mein
 hai. Use lagta hai woh seedhi chadh sakta hai bina kisi ko kuchle, hamesha achha ban kar.


 Yaad hai woh bada kaam maine pichhle saal unhe diya tha—jisne mukhyalaya se saari vahvah
 paayi? Unhone mere vichar polish kar ke apne naam se pesh kar diye. Halka sa tha, lekin 
maine dekh liya.”


Maine samjha Davendra dad se irshya karta tha kyunki dad taraqqi kar rahe the chahe Davendra 
maalik hi kyun na ho.


Davendra ne baat jaari rakhi, “Kishore poora karmchari, poora pati banne ka natak karta hai, 
lekin woh bewakoof hai. Use duniya kaise chalti hai nahi maloom. Mujhe usse nafrat isliye hai
 kyunki woh kamzori ka pratik hai—ummeed bina wafadari, josh bina pyar. 


Aur ab, tumhare saath,
 yeh niji ho gaya. Uske paas tum ho, lekin use nahi maloom tumhe santusht kaise rakha jata hai,
 maalik kaise banaya jata hai. Mujhe maloom hai.”


Maa sun rahi thi, chehra thoda naram pada lekin pareshan, paas aati jaise apne aap ke khilaf 
khinchi ja rahi ho. “Lekin Kishore tum jaise ummeedwar nahi—woh jo hai usi se khush hai.”
Davendra ne haath badhaya aur uska gaal dheere se pakda, angutha uske honth par fire. “Shayad
 thoda. Lekin zyadatar poori jeet ke baare mein. 


Jab maine tumhe daftar ke samarohon mein
 dekha, unke bagal mein shishtachar se muskurati hui, mujhe pata chal gaya tumhe zyada aag 
chahiye, zyada tez josh. Kishore tumhe bor karta hai—lambi yatraen, ek hi tarah ka sambandh, 
varshganth bhool jata hai. Unki naukri barbaad kar dena yakeen karega woh toot jayen, aur tum
 poori tarah mujh par nirbhar ho jao.”


Us suljhi hui baat ke saath, usne use kheench liya aur gehre chumne laga, honth jaldi se apna
 banate, haath peeth par ghoomte jaise baat bhari saanson mein khatm ho gayi.


Phir, achanak, Davendra ne use tezi se ghumaya, sharir ghumakar mez ki taraf kiya, peeth apni
 taraf. Usne ek mazboot haath se gardan pakdi, ungliyan gale par lapet kar mazboot galaghot 
mein—bahut dukhane wala nahi lekin niyantran karne wala, saans aur harkat rokta, maa ko 
saans rokne par majboor kiya. Woh peeche se paas daba, sharir use mez ke kinare par thoda 
daba diya.


Jhuk kar, muh bilkul kaan par, dheemi chedne wali gurrahat mein kanfuski maari jo uski reedh
 ki haddi mein kampkapi bhejti. “Batao, meri gandi chhoti randi, sochti ho abhi mera land kahan
 ghusaunga? Andaza lagao. Tum jaise dhokhebaaz patni, pati ke pavitra daftar mein sabse 
zyada kahan haqdaar ho?”






Maa ki saans galaghot se ruk gayi, haath mez ko pakde hue. “Kripya... mujhe lagta... meri yoni?
 Tumhe hamesha woh pasand aati hai.”


Usne gale par ungliyan thodi aur kas di, use kathor nigal ne par majboor kiya. “Galat andaza.
 Phir koshish karo. Socho kya tumhe sabse gandi banata hai. Kya tumhe taaj wali randi banata hai.”
“Mera muh?” usne kanfuski maari, awaaz tang. 


“Tumhe pasand jab main ghutne tekti hoon.”
“Nahi,” usne wapas kanfuski maari, khali haath kamar par sarakta hua. “Ek aur andaza. Kal raat
 maine tumhe poori tarah kahan toda tha?”


Maa ko samajh aa gaya aur dheere se ghabra gayi. “Nahi... gaand ka ched nahi. Kripya, 
Davendra ji, woh nahi.”
Usne andheri hasi se khola. “Haan, bilkul. Main teri gaand ka ched phir chodunga, yahin tere 
Kishore ke mez par. Woh nikamma aadmi jise tum pati kehti ho.”


Maa ne turant virodh kiya, mudne ki koshish ki lekin mazbooti se pakdi gayi. “Nahi, kripya! Kal
 raat tumne meri gaand itni zor se chodi thi—abhi tak dukh rahi hai aur komal hai. Aaj theek se
 chal bhi nahi pa rahi. Itni jaldi phir kyun? Dayaa karo.”


Davendra ne sharmindagi se baat ki, use poori beyizzati di. “Kyunki tum ek bekaar dhokhebaaz 
randi ho, Prisha. Shaadi shuda kutiya jo maalik ke liye gaand failati hai jabki bechare pati ko 
barbaad karne mein madad karti hai. 


Tum dayaa ke layak nahi—tumhe gaand ke khilone jaise
 istemal hone ka haq hai. Kal raat kaafi nahi thi; mujhe tumhe theek se sikhaana hai.”
“Lekin dohraana kyun? Bahut dukh deta hai,” usne minnat ki.


Usne gande tareeke se samjhaaya.
“Baar baar gaand chodne se waqt ke saath teri gaand dheeli ho jayegi—woh tang halka

 hamesha ke liye khinch jayega, har baar aur chauda aur dheela. Taaki aage gaand chodna 
aasaan ho—dukh ki shikayat na ho, jab chahe jaldi aur gehra. Tera ched mere liye khula 


rehna seekh jayega, taiyaar jaise achhi randi ka hona chahiye.”
Maa ne anichcha se kaanpte haathon se peeche haath kiya aur peeli panty ko ek taraf 
kheencha, kapde ko side kar ke poora gaand ka ched dikha diya, gulabi halka abhi kal se 
thoda sooja hua. Usne panty poori nahi utari, sirf dikhane jitna hataaya, lace ne ched ko 
ashleel tareeke se gher liya.


Davendra ne uski gaand ki paap bhari tareef ki, awaaz vikrit adbhutata se bhari. “Oh, dekho
 is pavitra potty ke ched ko. Yeh ek shahkaar ched hai, tang lekin barbaad hone ko mangta
 hua, jaise manaa altar sirf land ki pooja ke liye. 


Bhagwan ne is gaand ko potty ke liye nahi 
banaya, balki pitai aur bharai ke liye, paap aur veerya ka pavitra sthaan. Sirf mere veerya ke
 liye.”


Phir usne apna land pant se nikala, vishaal danda azaad jhoola—kalai jitna mota, bhaari 
naakon wala, avishwasniya lamba aur sakht, sir gusse mein laal aur ras rahaa.


Usne dwaar par rakh kar khoob thooka land par, ghis kar lapeta, aur seedha uski gaand par
 thooka, laar darar se neeche behate dekhta. Maa bekaraari se maangi. “Dheere karo, kripya
—kal jaisi zalimata nahi. Aur meri gaand andar saaf nahi hogi—maine aaj ummeed nahi ki 
thi. Gandaa ho sakta hai.”


Woh phir bhi dhakelne laga, sir mazbooti se dabata. “Kasna mat—poora ched dheela chhod
 do. Bahar mat dhakelo warna gandagi ho jayegi. Gehri saans lo aur sarakne do. Peeche mat 
hato—sirf saho.”
“Oh bhagwan... andar aa raha hai... dheere kripya,” maa ne karahate hue kaha.







Is baar aasani se andar gaya, sir kam virodh se phisla—kyunki kal raat poori tarah khinch 
chuka tha—mushtiyaan abhi dheeli aur sust, poori tarah se wapas nahi aayi, suljha pravesh
 diya.


Usne dheere dheere gehra dhakelna shuru kiya, mota mota inch dar inch mehsoos batate
 jaise poora andar gayab ho gaya—vishaal land gaalon ke beech gayab jab tak kamar poori
 na dab jaye, bilkul daba hua.


Maa kampkapi mein uske charon taraf gaand kas kas kar jakad rahi thi, halka zor se dabata.
 Yeh swabhaavik tha baaki dukh aur achanak bharai se, sharir hamle ka virodh kar raha tha
 laar hone ke baad bhi.


“Itni zor se kas kyun rahi ho?” usne poocha, aadhe mein ruk kar.
“Kyunki abhi dukh hai... meri gaand tumhe bahar dhakel rahi hai... niyantran nahi kar pa
 rahi,” maa bechaini se boli, awaaz tang.


“Abhi kasna band karo—dheela chhodo warna aur dukh hoga. Achhi randi jaise kholo,” usne
 hukum diya.
“Koshish kar rahi hoon... lekin itna hamla sa lagta... andar tak bechain,” usne ruk ruk kar 
saans lete hue kaha.


Usne bataya uski gaand kitni aasani se bulati hai. “Teri gaand aaj mujhe kitne achhe se 
nigal rahi hai. Jaise mujhe yaad kiya ho—kal se bahut aasaan kyunki maine kal raat achhe
 se sikhaaya tha. Mehsoos karo kaise gehra kheench rahi hai?”


“Aaaaaiihh aaaahhh oooohh aaaiiiii haan... aasaan hai... lekin abhi bechain... itna bhara aur
 ajib,” maa bechaini se boli har shabd par dard se muh banate.


Usne aur zor se aage dhakela aur zor zor se chodna shuru kiya, kamar tez hoti lay mein
 takraati, land baar baar gehra ghusta.






Woh daftar ka mez mazbooti se pakde sahare ke liye, ungliyan kinare par safed pad gayi,
 sharir har dhakke se aage jhatka khata. Woh chillane lagi, “Bahut zor se! Bahut gehra ja 
raha! Andar pet mein mehsoos ho raha! Dheere kripya!”


Mujhe fikr hui kaam karne wale darwaze se chillahat sun lenge, awaazein galiyare mein, 
lekin phir maloom hua daftar dhvanirodhi hai—moti gaddi wali deewarein aur bhari darwaza
 niji baithakon ke liye, andar sab poori tarah band, bahar vyast manzil tak koi awaaz nahi.


Usne gaand itni zor se chodi, bina ruke aur gehra, kyunki jaan bujhkar sikha raha tha roz ki
 sakht mar ke liye sweekar karne, aur dheela karne ke liye, jab chahe uske anukool ched 
bana raha.
Maa zor se shikayat karne lagi, “Mujhe tera land pet tak mehsoos ho raha! Itna door dhakel
 raha!”


Davendra ne aage haath badhaya aur ek haath se pet mazbooti se pakda, hatheli neeche
 pet par dabayi. “Main yahan tak mehsoos kar sakta hoon land hilta hua—teri gaand se pet 
tak. Sir andar ubhaar bana raha. Tum bhi mehsoos karti ho, gandi kutiya?”
“Haan... ubhaar mehsoos... gehra hilta... oh bhagwan ajib hai,” maa chillayi.






Yeh baatein sabke bawajood mera land sakht bana rahi thi, andar ki gandi tafseel anchahe
 josh jaga rahi thi.
Usne aur bhi zor se chodna shuru kiya, tezi paagal, uski gaand har takkar se zor se kaanp 
uthi—maans kampkapa raha itne zor ke dhakkon se, mulayam gaalon mein jhatke. Uski 
gaand bhi kaanpi, halka zyada uddeepan se dande par phadphadaya.


Mujhe uski gaand par gehri dayaa aayi—itni satayi hui dikhti, laal aur dard se chauda 
khincha, aur maloom tha dukh dino tak rahega, baithna ya chalna badal dega.
Phir woh kal raat jaise zor se karaha—“AAAAHHHH! CHODO HAAN! AAAAHHHHH! Prishaaaa
 ooohhh mera pyar oohhhhhh teri gaand achhi”—sharir sakht jaise charam aaya.


Mujhe pata tha woh maa ki gaand mein veerya bhar raha, moti boondein gehra pump 
kar raha.
Woh poore paanch minute andar raha, baad ke jhatkon ka maza lete.
“Kripya ab land nikaalo... vishaal land gaand mein bechain kar raha, hilne do,” maa minnat
 jaari rakhi.



“Thoda aur ruk jao,” Davendra shaant se bola. “Mera veerya teri aant mein gehra baithne 
do—maalik hone ka ehsaas achha hai. Teri gaand itni achhi aur garam, kaash mera land 
hamesha teri gaand mein reh sake ooohhhh”


“Lekin tumne gaand se pet veerya se bhar diya,... aur itna khincha... kripya,” usne tark diya.
“Gaand ko veerya zyada der rokne ki sikhaai—tumhe behtar randi banata hai,” usne jawab
 diya.
Akhir dheere land nikala, danda geele awaaz se phisla, ab sust aur chamakdar. Turant 
veerya maa ki gaand se moti dhaaron mein beh nikla, taangon se neeche tapka aur daftar 
ke farsh par safed gaddhon mein gir gaya.






Davendra ne zalimana beyizzati ki. “Dekho yeh gandagi—pati ke daftar mein khuli gaand 
chudwa kar sadak ki randi jaise. Dheeli gaand se veerya uske kaleen par. Socho Kishore ko
 pata chale uska kimti daftar patni ki gandagi se maila ho gaya.”


Maa ne mez se dad ke zaruri kagaz uthaye—jis par mehnat ki thi—aur gaand ponchhi, beh 
rahe veerya ko bekaraari se dabaya. Tang karah ke aur bahar dhakela, Davendra ka aur 
veerya behaya, gaand ponchti rahi thodi saaf hone tak, maile kagaz samet diye.


Usne peeli panty dheere se upar ki aur peeche kursi par baith gayi, lekin do din mein do baar 
gaand chudne se bahut bechain—jalan wala khinchav, baaki bharai, har harkat dard deta.






Woh khule aam muh banayi, chehra bechaini se mud gaya, honth kaat kar dard chhupaya. 
Bekaar aur poori randi mehsoos—istemal hone wala sharir, izzat gayi, pati ki kursi par aant mein
 veerya. “Davendra, aahh tumne gaand se mere pet mein tumhara veerya bhar diya, mehsoos 
ho raha veerya pet mein nach raha hai,” maa saans lete hue boli.


Davendra ne jawab diya, “Sun kar achha lagta hai, tum achha kar rahi ho, fikr mat karo tum 
achhi randi banne ki sikhaai mein ho aur gaand chodna hi sabse achha tareeka hai tumhe 
randi banane ka, meri akhiri randi.”




Davendra ne jaldi pant pehni aur tasalli dene aaya, kursi ke paas ghutne tek kar jaangh malte.
 “Aaram se, tumne khoobsoorati se liya.”
Maa abhi tez muh bana rahi thi. “Kal se zyada dukh hai.”


Woh dheere uthi aur khidki ki taraf gayi, saaf langda kar chalti, har kadam savdhaan aur 
ladkhadata gaand ke zor ke dhakkon ke bojh se—gehra pitai ne andar sab sooj gaya, aam
 harkat takleed deta. Dono haathon se badi gaand pakdi, dukh wale hisse ko dheere dabakar
 sahara diya.






Maa dard se boli, “Aaj ki gaand ki chudai itni sakht thi... socha phat jayegi. Phir itni sakht kyun?”
Davendra khidki par uske paas gaya aur phir tasalli di, peeche se baahen lapet kar. “Kyunki 
tum sah sakti ho, meri mazboot randi. Sakhtai tez sikhaati hai. Saans lo—jaldi aasaan ho jayega.”

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 28



Meri mom mein kuch bahut khatarnak baat maine notice ki hai.





Uska phone tab baja—papa ka call tha. Main hairaan reh gaya, apni chhupne ki jagah par jam gaya,
dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi.


Usne shaant hokar jawab diya, papa se meethi awaaz mein baat ki, lekin main unki taraf nahi sun
saka ya koi vivran—bas uski baatein jaise "Yahan sab theek hai" aur "Main bhi tumhe yaad kar rahi
hoon, surakshit ghar aana." Ant mein kaha "Love you."


Phone rakhkar usne Davendra ko jaldi se bataya, "Kishore jaldi ghar aa raha hai—uski flight aaj
shaam utregi. Woh utsaahit lag raha tha hume surprise dene ke liye."


Ve jaldi mein baat karne lage, awaazein neechii. "Hume badlaav khatam karke jaldi nikalna chahiye,"
Davendra ne kaha. "Jab woh aaye to normal behave karna—main tumhe le jaunga, woh tumhara
nikamma pati kuchh shak nahi karega, woh tum par bahut vishwas karta hai."


Maa ne jawab diya, "Haan, woh notice nahi karega, lekin hume aur zyada savdhaan rehna hoga."
Davendra ne usse dheere se kaha, "Ab ek baar phir mera land muh se saaf kar do. Apni gaand mein
gaya land saaf karo. Muh se poora chamka do."


Maa ne is baar virodh nahi kiya, mud kar ghutne tek di bina virodh ke, dheere se choosna shuru kiya
—honth sust dande par lapet kar, jeebh poori tarah saaf karte hue swaad ke bawajood.
Maine use yeh karte dekh kar ganda mehsoos kiya, jaanta tha ki seedha uski gaand se, sab gandi
cheezon se mila hua, phir bhi woh maan gayi jaise normal ho.


Davendra maa ko apne saamne ghutne tekte dekh raha tha us ghamandi, vijayi chehre ke saath, uska
haath dheere lekin mazbooti se uska sir pakad kar guide kar raha tha jaise woh sust land muh mein
le rahi thi. Usne neechii, taana bhari hasi nikali, awaaz nafrat se bhari.


"Dekho tumhe, Prisha, land choos rahi ho jo abhi tumhari gandi gaand mein gehra daba tha. Kaisi
ghinnouni, besharm randi yeh karti hai? Apni gaand ka ras mere veerya ke saath mila swaad le rahi
jaise koi meethi cheez. Tummein koi ghamand nahi bacha, hai na? Sirf ek gandi, maili kutiya jo jo
main kahoon choos legi."


Maa ne bilkul parvaah nahi ki, land choosti rahi, honth pehle dheere shaft par lapet kar, phir zyada
utsukta se, jeebh har inch saaf karne ghumati. Usne sir dheere hilaya, ankhen band jaise kaam mein
kho gayi, swaad kadwa aur galat hone ke bawajood peeche nahi hati.


Usne parvaah isliye nahi ki kyunki usne jo seemayein paar ki thi unne sharm ko sust kar diya tha—
pehle kaam par flirt jo gupt chhuan tak pahuncha, wafadar patni se dhokhebaaz banne ki line paar;
phir chhupe jagahon mein jaldi chudai, sharir vivaah ke bahar de diya;


phir vivaahik bistar mein use
aane diya, jagah ko apavitra kiya jo papa ke saath baantti thi; aur ab, gaand ke baad, yeh akhiri
apmaan, muh se saaf karna jaise aagyaakaari pashu. Har kadam ne uski purani atma ko khaaya, agla
kadam kam jhatka dene wala, uski nayi bhoomika mein zyada swabhaavik bana diya uski poori
kutiya ke roop mein.


Davendra ne achanak uska sir tez pakda, ungliyan baalon mein uljha kar, aur zor se neeche
dhakela taaki gehra le. "Yeh hi hai, apni gaand ke swaad par gag kar, nikammi kutiya," usne
karaha, pakad kas kar rhythm niyantrit karte.


Davendra ke land ka akaar uske gaal mein saaf dikhta tha chooste hue, mota sir gaal ke side
se ubhaar bana raha jaise ashleel vikriti, twacha outline par khinchti har dhakke ke saath jo
woh guide karta.


Baad mein, jaise woh choos rahi thi, usne bina chétavni muh mein gira diya, moti dhaarein
bhar di. Itna bhara—uske gaal chipmunk jaise phool gaye, veerya har jagah bhar gaya. Usne
kuchh jaldi nigal liya, lekin baaki beh gaye, honthon ke kinaaron se safed dhaarein behi.


Maa ne blouse par bhi gira diya, chipchipa paani kapde mein bheeg kar kaale dhabbe bana,
thodi se neeche beh kar seene par.


Usne bahut veerya nikala—pehle wale bojh ke baad bhi asambhav lagta zyada, pulse dar
pulse jab tak thoda khansi na aaye overflow se.


Isi samay, daftar ki ghadi deewar par sthir tik tik karti rahi, bahar kaam ke din ki yaad dilati;
uska phone mez par ek notification se baja, nazarandaaz; galiyare mein kaam karne walon
ki halki awaazein door se aayi, bekhabar; aur hawa mein sex ki musky boo dad ke drawer
se baaki cologne se mil gayi.


Maa choosne se thak kar aage jhuk gayi, peeth mud kar ghutnon par sahara liya, kandhe
jhuk gaye prayas se, lekin jaari rakhi jab tak khatam na hua.
Veerya muh ke dono taraf se beh raha tha jaise woh thoda peeche hati, safed boondein
gaalon se neeche sharm ke aansu jaise.


Main bhi tab zor se jhad gaya, chhupkar, haath paagalpan se hilta hua jab tak garam dhaarein
cabinet ke peeche farsh par na gire. Mujhe bahut ganda laga—apni maa ko aise apmaan
karte dekh mutth maarna, uske lover ka gaand se veerya nigalte dekh jhadna. Main bhi
parvaah kyun nahi kar raha? Kyunki ab aadat pad gayi thi—raaton ki jasoosi ke baad shock
khatam, manaa aadat ban gayi jo ghinn se upar uth gayi.





Jaise veerya muh se beh raha tha, Davendra ne uske baal pakde aur tez peeche khinche,
sir upar uthaya, aur gehra chumna shuru kiya, honth zor se takraya, jeebh andar ghusi
gandagi swaad lene.


Mujhe yeh bahut tareekon se ghinnouna laga—pehle, yeh meri maa thi, jisne mujhe pala,
ab doosre aadmi ke saath veerya aur gaand ka swaad badal rahi; doosra, iski poori gandagi
, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila, dono muh mein ghum raha jaise koi vikrit
cocktail; teesra, papa ke saath dhokha, unke daftar mein hi; chautha, kaise use vastu bana
diya, vyakti nahi; paanchva, geele chap chap awaazein jo pet ghuma deti; chhatha, jaanta
tha yeh uske apmaan ka agla kadam, aur main sab dekh raha bekara.


Usne use chuma, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila dono ke muh mein—yeh
ultimate apmaan tha, intimacy ko ghinnouna bana diya.

Kisi tarah maa ko yeh pasand tha, chumban mein karah rahi, haath uski shirt pakde, sharir
uski taraf mud raha jaise gandagi uske josh ko aur badha rahi.





Chumban sakht tha—honth neele pad rahe, daant thoda takra rahe, uska haath abhi baal
khinche angle niyantrit karne, chehre itne zor se chipke dard lag raha.


Baad mein, alag hone ke baad, dono bhari saans lete, baat karne lage "Ab samay aa gaya
hai." Davendra ne haath ke peeche se muh ponchha aur kaha, "Ab samay aa gaya hai,
Prisha. Hume agla hissa aage badhana hai Kishore wapas aane se pehle."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, abhi saans pakadti, blouse par daag aur necklace chamak rahi. "Haan,
samay aa gaya hai. Lekin pakka? Yeh antimt lagta hai."
Main sochne laga ve baar baar "samay aa gaya hai" kyun keh rahe—yeh rahasyamayi
kadam kya? Papa ke ghar aane se juda kya plan?


Woh abhi peeli panty pehni thi lekin kaali blouse ke saath, mishran ajib aur randi pana,
panty pehle side ki ab theek ki lekin geeli. Iska matlab woh poori tarah Davendra ki kutiya
ki bhoomika mein—aasaan pahunch ke liye pehni, sharminda nahi, jo bhi agla maange
taiyaar.


Maine dekha woh use papa ke kagaz de raha—mez se mote folder, dad ki likhawat se
labeled projects aur reports.
Isi samay, daftar ka pankha upar dheere ghoom raha, kagaz sarasaraate jaise woh de
raha; maa ki saans abhi kiss se ruk ruk; door kamre mein phone baja; aur dhoop blinds se
andar aati, farsh par dhariyaan banati.


"Yeh kiske liye?" maa ne poocha, palat kar.
"Yeh Kishore ke asli reports—jo agar koi check kare to bacha sakte hain. Inhe jala do, aur
hamare badlaav hi akhiri version ban jayenge. Ab samay aa gaya hai uski naukri hamesha
ke liye khatam karne ka."


Maine dekha woh use pocket se lighter de raha—chhota chaandi ka apne initials wala. Maa
ne lighter liya aur kagaz pakda, haath sthir lekin ankhen sankoch mein.


Kagaz mahatvapoorna lag rahe—vistrut charts, signed notes, jinmein papa ne ghante
daale—lekin mujhe poora nahi pata, shayad saboot ya backup. Isi samay, bahar kaam
karne wala zor se hasa; maa ki necklace harkat se chamki; Davendra ka phone baja lekin
nazarandaaz; aur hawa mein jalne wali dhooni ki boo bhari.


Main sochne laga maa papa ke saath yeh kyun kar rahi—woh aurat jo papa ki beemari mein
seva karti thi ab unka kaam barbaad? Kya sex itna taakatvar tha?


Usne kagaz jalane shuru kiye—lighter jalaaya, chhoti neeli narangi lau ubhri, aur stack ke
kinaare par lagayi. Kagaz pehle dheere pakda, kinaare kaale mud gaye, phir lau upar
chadhi, dheere karak karte hue patte kha gaye. Dhooan patle dheenre se utha, tez aur
kadwi boo kamre mein bhari.






Usne metal ke kachre ke dabbe mein gira diye, dekhti rahi jaise tez jalne lage, patte mud
kar raakh bane. Isi samay, Davendra peeche hata kar dekhta raha; maa ne haath se
dhooan hataaya; bahar car ka horn baja; aur mera dil tez dhadka.


Dono ek doosre par muskuraye—Davendra ki muskan chaudi aur vijayi, ankhen santushti
se chamak rahi jaise lau unmein pratibimbit; maa ki chhoti, lagbhag sharmili, lekin saajhi
rahasya ki chamak, honth mud kar uski nazar mili, barbaadi mein maun bandhan.


Yeh mujhe sabse zyada dukh diya—sex se zyada—kyunki yeh jaan bujhkar krurta thi, sirf
vasna nahi. Gaand chudwane ke baad papa ke mahatvapoorna kagaz jalana Davendra ke
hukum par uski poori adheenata dikhaata, uski badle ki ichcha parivaar se upar.


Isi samay,
raakh dabbe mein baithi; maa ne akhiri angare bujhaaye; Davendra ne use jaldi chuma;
aur main chhupkar mutthi kas li.


Davendra maa ko airport papa ko lene le gaya 3 baje, uski kaali car office parking se
smoothly nikli, maa passenger seat mein kapde theek karti. Maine rickshaw se peecha kiya,
street se jaldi pakad kar driver ko bataya, "Aage wali kaali car ka peecha karo, lekin door
se taaki na dekhe."


Mujhe Davendra par gussa tha—khaulta gussa ki yeh aadmi, papa ka maalik, maa ko
lubhaya, istemal kiya, aur ab barbaad karne ki sajish. Maine uski car ka number phone
mein note kiya—MH-02-AB-1234—wadha kiya somehow istemal karunga. Maine samjha
woh papa ka dushman hai irshya, taakat, aur ab maa par niyantran ki wajah se.


Driver, beech umar ka baatuni aadmi moti moonch aur rang birangi shirt wala, peeche mud
kar dekha. "Bhaiya, good afternoon. Itni jaldi us car ke peecha kyun? Dost hai ya kuchh?
Tense lag rahe ho."


"Sirf chalo, uncle," maine aspasht kaha. "Mahatvapoorna parivaar ka mamla."
Woh zor se hasa, traffic mein ghoomta. "Parivaar ka mamla, haan? Maine bahut dekhe aise
—pati patni ke peecha, ya ulta. Yeh wahi hai? Bata sakte ho, main wheel par therapist jaise
hoon. Pichhle hafte, ek aadmi ne maalik ka peecha karwaya—nikla ideas chori kar raha tha!"
"Aisa kuchh nahi," maine aspasht jawab diya, aage dekhta. "Sirf dekhna hai kahan jaate hain."




Maine phone dekha—meri girlfriend ne message kiya: "Hey, texting ya calling kyun nahi
kar rahe? Sab theek? Miss you." Maine jawab dene ki koshish ki lekin shuru kahan se—yeh
gadbad kaise samjhaun? Maine type kiya "Parivaar mein busy, jaldi baat karte hain" lekin
delete kar diya, soch mein kho gaya.


Is par, driver baat jaari rakha, nahi ruka. "Tum young log aur phone—hamesha type karte.
To, bhaiya, rahasya kyun? Woh car fancy lagti—amीर log? Ya movie chase? Mujhe pasand
hain woh!"


Maine aspasht jawab diye. "Koi movie nahi, uncle. Sirf wajah se peecha. Doori rakho."
Phir, busy sadkon par peecha karte, driver ne aage ishaara kiya. "Dekho bhaiya! Car mein
aadmi aur aurat red light par kiss kar rahe. Dekho? Khidki saaf—no tint. Sharm nahi!"


Maine gaur se dekha—Davendra ki car ki khidki saaf thi, aur maine dekha: woh jhuk kar
maa ko gehra chum raha, uska haath uske gaal par.


Driver ne seeti bajayi. "Unhe good morning, haan? Ruko, kya woh tumhari...?"
"Nahi," maine jaldi kaha. "Sirf chalo."


Usne kai sawaal poochhe. "Bhaiya, pakka? Woh aurat dhokha deti lagti—din dahade aise
kiss. Aadmi fancy drive kar raha, woh achhe kapde. Pati door? Maine bahut dekha—amीर
aadmi patniyon ko le jaate."


Main phir hairaan. "Tumhe kaise pata woh dhokha de rahi?"
Usne kandhe uchaal kar samjhaaya. "Aasaan—sharir ki bhasha. Kiss se pehle nervous
charon taraf dekhti, woh zyada bold. Uske ungli par ring nahi, uske par hai. Aur kabhi
chhup kar park karte. Jaante ho?"


Usne poocha, "Kya woh tumhari maa hai ya kuchh? Tum jaante lagte ho unhe."
Maine sawaal taal diya. "Nahi, uncle, sirf log jinhe dekhna hai. Airport kitna door?"
Hum airport pahunch gaye, bheed arrivals se bhari. Maine kaha, "Zyada paas mat—yahan
ruk jao." Maine paise diye, zyada mehnat ke.


Usne liye aur kaha, "Savdhaan rehna, bhaiya. Dhokha parivaar barbaad karta. Soch kar
karna—badla thanda hota hai." Isne mujhe bahut sochne par majboor kiya—iss jaankari
se kya karunga.

Maine arrivals area mein pillar ke peeche chhup kar dekha maa aur papa kiss kar rahe—
woh mazbooti se gale lagayi, woh suitcase ke saath, thake lekin khush. Maa ko sharm
nahi papa ko kiss karte jab 25 minute pehle usne Davendra ke daftar mein ganda blowjob
diya tha. Davendra paas khada muskurata, jaise scene ka maalik.






Isi samay, charon taraf parivaar mile; announcements flighton ke liye goonji; paas bachcha
roya; aur vendors snacks bechte.
Phir Davendra shamil hua, dono maa papa ko casually gale lagaya. "Wapas swagat,
Kishore. Achhi yatra?"


Maine door se dekhta raha, phone phir baja.
Mujhe waiter se message aaya—woh jo ek mahine pehle hotel room ki chaabi mein madad
ki jahan pehli baar maa ko Davendra se chudte dekha. Message: "Hey, maine us Davendra
ke baare mein khoja jaise tune kaha. Kuchh damning background mila—serious baat. Call
kar."


Main confused—kya background? Lekin baad mein poochhunga, airport ke teenon par focus.
Maine usse message: "Ab busy, baad mein baat."


Ab maa aur papa ne Davendra ko alvida kaha, haath hilaate jaise woh gaya. Jaise ve door
gaye, maine dekha maa ne Davendra ko dheere se aankh maari, aur woh wapas—aantrik
ishaara.


Matlab nahi jaanta, main sochne laga—aur yojanaayein? Isi samay, papa maa ki baat par
hasa; bahar taxi horn bajaye; mera dil gusse se tez dhadka.
Main unसे pehle ghar pahuncha, shortcut taxi se, chupke andar ghus kar.





Maa ne baad mein knock kiya, aur main swagat ke liye gaya, papa ko sabse zyada gale
lagaya— "Welcome back, Papa." Woh is dhokhe ke layak nahi the.
Uske bagal mein khadi aurat—maa—unhe nahi pata tha sasti randi thi, nirdosh muskurati.
Maine kabhi nahi socha apni maa ko randi kahunga, lekin sab ke baad, shabd theek baitha.


Mujhe maa par gussa tha—jal raha, badla lene ki yojana, chahe papa ko sab bata kar.
Maa apne kamre mein gayi badli, peeli panty aur safed bra mein nikli, jaise normal ho.
Papa abhi nahaa rahe the, shower chal raha.


Uski badi gaand chalte itni sexy lag rahi—main abhi dekhta raha, kyunki sharm aur gusse
se bigad gaya tha, ankhen khud kheench leti.
Uska phone baja—Davendra ka, ringtone se pata jo usne uske liye set ki thi.


Maine spasht nahi suna kya bole, lekin maa ke ishaare pakde jaise "Haan, aaj raat 8 baje"
ya "Haan, powder taiyaar hai."
Main sochne laga woh powder kya—papa ke liye kuchh khatarnak?

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CHAPTER 29



Main samajh nahi pa raha ki mom aisa kaise kar sakti hai




Raat ke khane ke baad, shaam us purane dincharaya mein basi, jahan ghar upar se garam aur surakshit
mehsoos hota, lekin andar sab kuchh dheere dheere ubalte hue choolhe par rakhe bartaan jaise. Bartaan
dhul gaye, baaki curry fridge mein band, aur hum teen living room mein baith gaye TV ke peeche dheemi
awaaz mein cricket match ka rerun chal raha. Maa khane ke ant se hi shakki vyavhaar kar rahi thi.


Woh apna phone paas rakhti, chehre ko neeche kar sofa ke haath par, aur har baar message se vibrate
hone par turant uthati, ungliyan jaldi jawab type karti jaise papa ki business trip ki mazedaar kahaniyan
sun rahi ho. Uski muskan ek second der se aati, hasi thodi zor ki, aur mujhse nazar milane se zyada bach
rahi jaise use pata ho main gaur se dekh raha hoon.


Mera bechara papa bilkul bekhabar tha, living room ke kone mein chhoti mez par garam table lamp ki roshni
mein baitha, kaam ke kagazon ke dher ke beech.
Haath mein kalam, reports dekhta aur kinaron par note banata, papa kabhi kabhi baahen khinch kar kehta
"Yeh samay seemaen kabhi khatam nahi hoti, lekin tum dono ke saath ghar wapas achha lag raha."


Woh
sach mein aaram mein aur khush dikhta humare saath, vishwas karta sab vaise hi hai jaise hona chahiye,
mujhse classes ke baare mein poochhta aur maa se kehta kitna uski pakawan ko yaad kiya.


Main sofa par baitha, TV dekhne ka natak kar raha, lekin apni randi maa ki har harkat ka vishleshan kar raha
—jis tarah uski taang thoda uchalti jab phone phir bajta, screen ko papa ki nazar se door karna, kitchen ki
taraf jaldi nazar daalna jaise agla kadam yojana bana rahi ho. Woh lagataar kisi ko message kar rahi thi, aur
mujhe bina naam dekhe pata tha kaun.


Akhir maa sofa se uthi, apna night dress dheere se theek karti. "Mujhe lagta main kitchen ja kar tumhare liye
thanda paani laati hoon. Itni badi khurak ke baad neend achhi aayegi. Kishore, tum khas kar kaam ke
kagazon se jaag rahe, kuchh aaram dene wala chahiye."


Papa ne mez se upar dekha aabhari muskan ke saath, chashma naak par upar karte. "Yeh bahut achha lagta,
jaan. Tum hamesha chhoti cheezon ka khayal rakhti ho. Shayad mere liye thoda adrak daal do?"


"Bilkul, tumhare liye kuchh bhi," usne meethi se jawab diya, lekin awaaz mein woh dhaar phir thi. Usne meri
taraf mud kar. "Beta, tumhe chai ya dahi chahiye, ya kuchh aur?"
Maine sir hilaaya. "Paani theek hai, Maa."


Woh dheere se maafi maangi, kitchen ki taraf chali apna phone haath mein. "Main kuchh minute mein wapas.
Tum dono baat karte raho—mujhe yatra ki baatein sunna pasand hai."


Main chhup kar turant uska peecha kiya, sofa se bina awaaz ke utar kar galiyare se rengta hua, furniture ki
parchhaiyon mein chhup kar. Main kitchen ke dwaar paas bade podhe ke peeche position li, sab dekhne jitna
paas lekin nazar se chhupa.


Isi samay, papa mez par kaam jaari, kalam ki kharash shaant ko bharti; TV commentator cricket replay mein
six ki tareef karta; padosi ki car bahar shuru hui; aur kitchen mein fridge sthir gunguna raha jaise maa andar
gayi.


Kram se, maa pehle kitchen darwaze par ruki, ek pal sunti taaki pakka ho hum nahi aa rahe, phir counter ki
taraf chali. Usne peeche living room ki taraf phir dekha, sharir tang.


Santusht, usne dheere ungliyan bra mein daali, chhoti polythene bag nikaali safed powder wali. Usne thoda
utha kar matra check ki, girah kholi aur counter par taiyaar saadhe paani ke glass mein daal di.

Powder dheere dhaar se giri, aur usne chamach utha kar pehle dheere, phir zor se hilaya, dekhti jaise poora
ghol gaya saaf lekin thoda dhundhla paani mein.





Isi samay, choolhe par ketli dheemi seeti se garam hone lagi; papa living room se aaram se pukare, "Samay
lo, jaan—koi jaldi nahi"; uska phone counter par phir baja, ek message se chamka jo usne jaldi check kiya;
aur main better dekhne ke liye thoda hila, bina awaaz ke savdhaan.


Woh poore samay savdhaan rahi, har kuchh second peeche dekhti, sir tez mudta ghar ki chhoti awaaz par,
zaroorat pade glass chhupane taiyaar. Yeh isliye ki powder Davendra ke saath khatarnak gupt yojana ka hissa
thi—shayad papa ko behosh karne ya bura—aur pakde jaana uski dohri zindagi barbaad kar deta. Savdhaani
dikhaati ki woh kitni gehri dubi thi, dar se bhari lekin samarpit, uski purani maa wali savdhaani ab dhokhe ki
raksha ke liye mud gayi.


Phir usne poora doosra packet daala, pocket se doosri chhoti bag nikaal kar aur zyada, udar matra jo paani ko
mota bana di. Usne zor se hilaya jab tak sab poora ghol na gaya. Maa ka phone baja, usne uthaya aur mujhe
pata tha Davendra anudesh de raha.





Woh phone se baat karti rahi, upar utha kar dheemi awaaz mein Davendra se call, kadam dar kadam anudesh
leti Davendra se. "Pehla packet daal kar hilaya. Ab doosra, jaise tumne kaha. Haan, bahut—sab andar ja raha.
Paani kaafi saaf lag raha; woh notice nahi karega. Kitne der mein asar? Theek, jaldi—achha hai. Woh kaam
mein vyast, perfect samay."


Isi samay, ketli se bhaap uthne lagi; papa TV par kuchh par hasa living room se; chamach akhiri baar glass par
halke chhankaya; aur maa ki pratibimb kitchen khidki mein kendrit, nirnayatmik chehra.


Isne uske charitra ke baare mein kya arth diya—dil todne wala aur bhayanak—woh samarpit patni aur maa se
thandi, sajishkari saathi ban gayi thi, pyar karne wale aadmi ko dawai dene layak, sab uske lover ke mud gaye
khelon ke liye. Woh aurat jo sach mein sir dard ke liye herbal chai banati thi ab apni kushalta ko dhokhe ke
liye istemal kar rahi.


Main tab kitchen mein gaya, dheere se ubaasi le kar reaction dekhne aur galti hone dekhne. "Maa, chai mein
madad chahiye? Woh glass kis liye?"
Woh zor se uchhli, haath chamach counter par halke thok diya, aur jaldi sharir se glass ko nazar se chhupaya.
Chehra ek second dar se chamka phir nirdosh badi muskan chadha di.


"Beta, tumne dara diya! Nahi, madad nahi chahiye—main lagbhag khatam. Yeh glass? Sirf garam paani dad ke
liye sehat ke upkaran ke saath. Unhone yatra ke khane se thoda bechain hone ki baat ki, to maine pet theek
karne wala daala."


"Lekin maine powder dekha. Bahut saara. Kaisa hai? Usual se zyada lagta."
Usne haath hilaya nazarandaaz kar, chai daalne ko dhyaan hatane.


"Oh, fikr ki koi baat nahi—sirf electrolyte powder mila halke neend ki dawai ke saath jo doctor ne jet lag ke
liye kaha. Yatra ke baad aaram chahiye. Tum aaj itne sawaal kyun? Zyada jaasoos lag rahe ho."
"Kyunki tum phone par bahut reh rahi, aur ab yeh powder—normal nahi lagta."


Usne has kar taal diya, lekin awaaz mein thodi dhaar.
"Phone? Sirf pados ki purani saheli se baat. Aur powder bilkul surakshit—main kabhi dad ko nuksaan
pahunchane wala nahi dungi. Tum soch rahe ho. Ab living room jaao aur papa ke saath aaram karo. Chai ek
minute mein taiyaar."


"Khushboo ajib thi. Pakka dad ko itna chahiye?"
"Haan, pakka—anudesh mein mazboot khurak behtar asar ke liye. Chinta chhodo, beta. Tum mujhe galat
mehsoos kara rahe jaise main galat kar rahi hoon jab sirf unki dekhbhaal. Jao, main sab laungi jaldi."





Maine kaha, "Theek hai, Maa. Mujhe lagta aaj jaldi so jaunga—sir dard aa raha." Yeh isliye taaki uski buri
yojana bina shak khule, seedhiyon ki taraf chala lekin ruk kar parchhaiyon mein phir chhup gaya.
Isi samay, papa ne khush se pukara, "Paani taiyaar hua?"; maa ne meethi awaaz se jawab, "Lagbhag,
pyare—akhiri chhuan daal rahi! Thoda upkaran milaa rahi hoon"; ketli boil hokar band hui; aur uska phone
screen akhiri message ke baad andhera.


Baad mein, woh glass papa ko dekhbhaal wali muskan ke saath pesh ki. Isi samay, living room ki roshni
garam mehsoos hui; papa ubaasi le kar baahen khinche; aur main seedhiyon paas chhupi jagah se dekhta
raha, saans roke.


Mujhe nahi pata powder kis liye tha—koi mazboot neend ki dawai, shayad—lekin matra aur rahasya spasht
ki papa ko poora behosh karne ke liye.
"Yeh lo, Kishore," usne dheere se kaha, glass uske haath paas mez par rakhti. "Yeh paani pehle piyo—iski
vishesh upkaran neend aur aaram ke liye. Yatra aur kaam se thake lag rahe ho."




Papa ne likhna rukaya aur upar dekha aabhari muskan ke saath. "Tum hamesha sochti ho, jaan. Tumhare
bina kya karta? Yeh page khatam karke piyunga."
"Nahi, abhi piyo tazaa hai," usne dheere se dabaya, paas khadi dekh rahi. "Focus behtar karega. Piyo, sab."
Woh dheere hasa. "Theek hai, rani. Tum jeeti." Usne glass uthaya aur ghunt liya. "Swaad thoda ajib—
kadwa shayad—lekin shayad jaadi bootiyan."


"Haan, woh asar karne wala hissa," usne suljhe se jawab diya. "Sab khatam karo—aise behtar kaam karta."
Papa ne poora vishwas kiya aur paani kai bade ghunton mein pi gaya, khaali glass wapas rakha santusht
saans ke saath. "Yeh hua. Achha mehsoos ho raha. Chai ki khushboo avishwasniya."


Maa wahan khadi rahi, muskan sthir aur achhi, lekin ankhen buri—tez aur shikaari, utsukta se chamakti
jaise use avarodh hatte dekh rahi.
Isi samay, TV par cricket match tez over pahuncha cheer ke saath; papa ne phir kalam uthayi thodi der;
aur halki hawa parde hilayi.


Powder ka asar kitna tez tha—hairaan karne wala aur darawana.
Sirf kuchh minute mein papa ki palken bhari ho gayi, kalam page par dheemi, sir ek do baar aage jhuka.
Phir achanak sir zor se mez par gira, maatha lakdi par zor se laga kuchh kagaz bikher gaye, sharir kursi
mein poora dheela, saans dheemi kharrate mein badli.


Maa wahan zyada chaudi muskan ke saath khadi rahi, thandi vijayi mudan jo mujhe haddi tak thandi
kar gayi, phir usne behosh roop par jhuk kar us par thook diya—jaan bujhkar nafrat bhara thook jo uske
baalon par gira aur gaal se neeche beh gaya.





Mujhe kitna gussa aaya—andar gussa phoot pada jaise pehle kabhi nahi. Uska thookna poori nafrat tha,
papa ko nikammi aur manushya se neeche bana diya uski nazron mein, woh aurat jisne kabhi izzat ka
vada kiya thi se akhiri apmaan.


Woh turant phone uthaaya aur Davendra ko call kiya, awaaz utsaahit aur vijayi. "Ho gaya, usne har
boond pi li aur mez par gir pada. Powder tumhare kehne se bhi tez kaam kiya. Jaldi aao; ghar ab
hamara hai. Haan, maine us par thook bhi diya—kharrate lete vahaan mazedaar lag raha. Jaldi, mujhe
tumhara land mujhme chahiye."


Davendra ghar mein chupke se das minute baad aaya, spare chaabi se jo maa ne dinon pehle di thi—
yeh jaankari mere gusse ko nayi unchai par pahuncha di, jaante hue usne ichcha se hamare ghar,
hamari niji jagah ki pahunch is aadmi ko saunp di jo sab barbaad kar raha tha.


Isi samay, papa ki kharrate living room se sthir; ghar ki ghadi das bajayi; bahar jhinguron ki awaaz tez
raat mein; aur maa thoda chal rahi intezaar mein.
Woh living room mein uske paas aaya, behosh sharir par khada santusht ghamandi muskan ke saath,
neeche dekhta jaise jeeti zameen. "Achha kaam, meri chatur kutiya. Woh bilkul behosh—jaise yojana
thi. Tumne khurak bilkul sahi di."


Maa usse paas chipki, rahat aur josh awaaz mein. "Aasaan tha—usne mujh par poora vishwas kiya. Ab
poori raat bina rukawat ke."


Ve papa ke bagal mein hi kiss karne lage, josh bhare aur bold, haath ek doosre par aazadi se ghoomte
jaise uski mojoodgi ka kuchh arth nahi.


Isi samay, papa ne dawai wali neend mein thoda hila; door car horn baja; aur meri chhupi jagah gusse
ki jail jaise.
Mujhe pata chal gaya powder kis liye tha—mazboot behoshi ki dawai papa ko behaal karne, unki rukawat
rahit raat ke liye raasta saaf.


Ve josh se kiss kar rahe the, honth bhukhe bekabu se jud gaye, jeebhen paagalpan se nritya, dheere
karah aur bhari saansein hawa bhar rahi jaise behosh aadmi ko poori nazarandaaz.




Mera land zor se jhad gaya dar ke bawajood, kachcha niyantran aur dhokha anchahe josh jaga raha.
Maa ne usse apni panty dikhayi night dress dheere dheere chedte hue upar kar, andar chamakdar laal
lace dikhaayi. "Dekho aaj raat tumhare liye kya pehna—laal panty. Tum jaante ho laal Kishore ka bilkul
pasandeeda rang hai mujh par. Woh hamesha utsaahit ho jata jab main laal se sarprise deti hoon."


Davendra ne dheemi gurrahat se sweekar kiya, ankhen andheri. "Uske pasandeeda pehne hue main
tumhe leta—avishwasniya chhuan. Dhokha aur meetha banata hai, jaante hue uska sabse pasand ab
sirf mera." Ve phir paagalpan se kiss karne lage, dono jeebhen ek doosre se ulajh rahi.




Maa ne uska haath mazbooti se pakda, master bedroom ki taraf le jaati jahan papa ke saath har raat
soti thi. "Hamare bistar par aao ab. Mujhe wahan chahiye tum, sach mein tumhara banaate hue jab
woh bahar sota hai."


Davendra dark hasi ke saath peecha kiya. "Haan, bistar mein chodo jise woh pavitra maanta hai. Tum
perfect buri kutiya ho—use dawai di, us par thooka, aur ab uski jagah mujhe bula rahi. Woh toot
jayega agar jaane."


Usne bedroom darwaze par gehra chuma. "Mujhe pasand tum usse sab cheen lo. Yeh mujhe sabse
zyada uttejit karta."
Usne apna satin night dress ek suljhe harkat mein utar diya, kandhon se sarak kar pairon par gir gaya,
sirf laal bra aur milti panty mein khadi rahi, lace curves par chipki, sharir vishwas se dikhaaya.






Maa kitni bhukhi dikhti—ankhen kachche ichcha se jal rahi, honth kiss se sooje, saans tez aur halki,
nipples bra kapde par sakht, jaise uske liye bhukhi mar rahi din bhar ke badhaav ke baad.
Davendra ne bhi apne kapde jaldi poore utar diye, sirf shorts mein, toned sharir bedroom roshni mein
poora dikha. Isi samay, bedside ghadi 10:15 chamki; papa ki halki kharrate abhi aayi; kamra maa ke
itar aur utsukta se bhara; aur chadarein pehle se theek thi.


Usne papa ka dhoola vest bedroom kursi par latka dekha—woh jo papa ghar mein har shaam pehenta.
"Woh dhoola vest—Kishore ka pasandeeda aaram wala, hai na? Jo woh aaram se pehenta? Abhi laao
mujhe."


Maa paas gayi aur use saunp diya bina jhijhak. "Haan, uska hi hai. Kyun vishesh usi ko chahiye?"
Usne dheere pehna, kapda uske chaude seene par khinch gaya.

"Main Kishore ka vest pehan kar tumhe chodunga aaj raat. Uske kapde mehsoos karunga apni twacha
par jaise uski patni leta hoon.

Yeh sabse gehra apmaan—uske bistar ka istemal, uska pasandeeda under kapdon ka rang tum par,
aur ab roz ka vest hamare paseene aur veerya se bhiga. Woh yeh pehenta ghar ke aaram soch kar,
lekin aaj raat yeh mera sab cheenne ka gawaah banega."


Main andar tak hairaan—krurta atulya tha, papa ki nirdosh niji cheez ko poori jeet aur apmaan ka pratik
bana diya.
Usne maa ko turant phir chumna shuru kiya, vest mein paas kheench kar, chumban gehra aur maalikana.
Usne maa ki badi gaand dono haathon se dabayi, pehle mazbooti se pakad, phir mulayam maans ko
dheere poori malish, ungliyan gehre dubi.


Baad mein usne peeche se panty upar kheenchi jaan bujhkar, laal lace ko upar aur sakht.




Maa ki laal panty gaand ke beech gehre gayi, kapda gumda aur kas kar wedged jaise banavati thong,
har curve ko dikhaati.
Usne upar kheencha jo uski gaand ke ched par tez ragadta, lace sensitive, abhi komal halke par direct
ragad.
Maa panty ki ragad se gaand par karahi, awaaz hairaani bhare sukh se uthi.





"Yeh kheench seedha gaand ke ched par ragad rahi. Sore jagah par teevra mehsoos hota. Jaari rakho."
Davendra ne phir kheencha, kapde ko twist kar aur ragad ke liye. "Batao theek se teri sikhai gaand mere
kheench se kaisi mehsoos hoti. Kya yaad dilati ki ched ka maalik kaun?"


"Yeh jhanjhanaata aur thoda jalta, lekin achhe tareeke se. Ragad ise jagaa rahi. Aur zor se kheench kripya,"
maa karahi, peeth mud kar uske haath par dabayi

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CHAPTER 30



Meri mom ne khud apni gaand Davendra ko offer kar di




“Davendra, main chahti hoon ki tum aaj raat phir meri gaand lo. Main ise tumhe poori tarah 
se arpit kar rahi hoon, apni khud ki ichcha se. Wahaan mujhe jitna chaaho istemal karo—
mujhe ek baar phir apni peeth ke ched mein tumhe mehsoos karne ki zaroorat hai.” 


“Prisha, maine sahi suna? Tum mujhe phir se apni gaand arpit kar rahi ho, aaj teesri baar?
 Pehli baar kal raat, phir dopahar mein daftar mein, aur ab yahan tumhare vaivaahik bistar 
par? Tum sach mein gehri ho, ya sirf mujhe khush karne ke liye keh rahi ho?” 


Maa ne mazbooti se sir hilaaya, awaaz sthir aur utsuk. “Main poori tarah se gehri hoon. Tum
 malish kar rahe the tab maine socha, aur samajh aaya ki ab mujhe iski lat lag gayi hai. Jis 
tarah tum meri gaand mein andar hote ho, mujhe khinchte ho, itni gehra bharte ho—yeh
 nasha ban gaya hai. 


Main ise tumhe phir dena chahti hoon, khud se, bina poochhe. Meri 
gaand aaj raat lo, Davendra ji. Mujhe phir se maalik bana kar mehsoos karao.” 

Davendra ne dheere sir hilaaya, chehre par hairaani aur khushi ka mishran, tail daalte hue 
phir shuru. 


“Tum mujhe hamesha hairaan karti ho. Teesri baar ek hi din mein gaand kyun 
arpit kar rahi ho? Zyadatar auratein ek baar ke baad aaram maangti, do baar to door. Kya 
cheez tumhe is par majboor kar rahi? Kya dard ab woh cheez ban gaya jisse tum reh nahi
 sakti?” 


“Isse zyada hai,” maa ne josh bhari awaaz mein jawab diya. “Pehli baar kal raat ne mujhmein 
kuchh khol diya, aur dopahar mein daftar mein ise aur bura—ya behtar—bana diya. 


Mujhe 
lagta hai meri gaand ab tumhari hai. Ise khud se arpit karna mujhe tumse aur paas mehsoos 
karaata hai, jaise main sabit kar rahi hoon kitna badal gayi hoon. Kripya sweekar karo—meri 
gaand phir lo aur ise aur zyada apna bana do.” 


Maa ki yeh harkat use pornstars se bhi zyada naitik roop se giri hui banaati thi—woh auratein
 camera aur paise ke liye karti thi, seemaon aur script ke saath, lekin maa asli zindagi mein,
 apne ghar mein, baar baar apna sabse niji ched lover ko khud ki ichcha se arpit kar rahi thi,
 bina kisi zabardasti ke, pati aur parivaar se dhokha dete hue, har faisle se aur gehra apmaan
 mein doobti ja rahi. 


Davendra ne tail ki bottle ek pal ke liye rakhi aur us par jhuka. “Tum sahi keh rahi ho—yeh 
dikhaata hai tum kitni neeche gir chuki ho. Batao is baar itna tail kyun chahti ho. Kya mere land 
par vishwas nahi abhi bhi, sab kuchh karne ke baad?” 


Maa ne sir ghuma kar usse dekha. “Tum par vishwas hai, lekin tumhare land par nahi—woh
 bahut vishaal hai, bahut mota aur lamba. 


Pehle ke khinchav ke bawajood, mujhe pata hai bina
 kaafi tel ke dukh hoga. Hum dono par khoob tail lagao. Apne land ko poora bheego do aur meri
 gaand ko bhi. Main chahti hoon woh suljhe andar jaaye, pehli baar ki tarah na phade.” 


Usne bottle phir uthaayi. “Theek hai. Jitna chahiye utna lagaunga. Sahi se maango—batao bina 
tel ke mere land se dar kyun lagta hai.” 


“Kripya, Davendra ji, sab kuchh achhe se tel laga do,” usne kahi. “Tumhara land rakshas hai—
har baar mujhe seema tak bhar deta hai. Bina kaafi tel ke ragad bahut jalati hai. Chipchipa bana
 do taaki main tumhe gehra le saku bina dard se rone ke.” 


Davendra ne use dheere dhakel kar bistar par poora lita diya. “Ab poori tarah pet ke bal let jao,
 baahen aage, taangein alag. Gaand sahi se taiyaar karne ke liye pesh karo.” 








Maa ne turant kiya, bistar par seedhi let gayi, sir takiye par side mein, baahen upar phelaayi,
 taangein thodi alag taaki kamar khul jaaye. Us position mein uski gaand aur bhi badi dikhti—
moti aur gol, peeth ke mudne se thodi uthi hui, maans chadar par faila hua lubhavna, mulayam
 aur bhara hua jaise pakaa hua fal intezaar mein. 


Koi bhi aadmi maa ki gaand chodna kyun pasand karega—aakaar aur shakal ka perfect mishran,
 badi lekin mazboot, chamdi mulayam jo lubhavne tareeke se hilti, land ko kas jakad dene ka 
waada aur sakht dhakkon ke liye gaddi, woh gaand jo niyantran aur beant sukh ko bulati. 


Davendra tail le kar aaya jaise pichhli baar, maa ke shelf tak pahuncha jahan lotions aur cream 
rakhti thi, jaani pehchaani nariyal tel ki bottle utha kar jaan kar muskuraya. 


“Wahi tel jaise pehle,” usne kaha, dhakkan khol kar. “Kal raat achha kaam kiya—teri gaand ko
 chamka diya aur mujhe aasani se lene diya.” 


Maa ne takiye se boli. “Haan, woh achha hai—mota aur chipchipa. Pehle mere kandhon se shuru
 karo mujhe aaram dene, phir neeche aao.” 







Usne tail khola aur kandhon par dhaar daali, haath dheere mazboot gol ghumav mein malish shuru,
 muscles gehre kaam karte. 

Isi samay, papa ki kharrate living room se sthir aati rahi; bedroom ka pankha upar sust ghoom raha;
 chandni aadhe khule pardo se andar aati; aur maa ne rahat ki saans li jaise malish shuru hui. 
Usne dheere dheere peeth aaram dene ke baad gaand par pahuncha, haath neeche sarakte. “Ab yeh
 sundar gaal—mere liye thoda aur alag karo.” 


Usne poori malish ki, hatheliyan zor se maans mein dabayi, ungliyan malish karti aur alag karti, twacha 
garam aur chipchipi bana di. 


Usne dono haathon se gaand ke gaal poore alag kiye, sab kuchh dikha diya, tail darar mein tapka. 
Usne panty ke kapde par jo abhi wedged thi seedha tail lagaya, ragad kar jab tak gaand chamak na uthi, 
laal lace geeli reshmi jaise chamak rahi. 


“Tail andar jaate mehsoos ho raha?” usne poocha. “Teri gaand ab chamak rahi—kuchh bhi ke liye taiyaar.” 
“Haan, garam aur chipchipa lag raha,” maa ne jawab diya. “Ragadte raho—yeh mujhe tumhe aur chaahne
 par majboor kar raha.” 


Usne akhirkaar uski underwear utari, laal panty poori utaar kar side phenki. 
Usne ise gehra soonghna shuru kiya, crotch aur gaand wala hissa naak par laga kar lambi saansein lete. 
Maa dekhti rahi. 


“Tum hamesha us hisse ko soonghna kyun pasand karte ho? Sharmindagi hoti hai.” 
“Kyunki yeh tum ho—tumhari saari khushboo mili hui,” usne jawab diya. “Tumhe khud kaisa lagta?” 
“Din bhar ka paseene wala tez,” usne kahi. 


“Haan, bilkul—tez paseena aur kachcha, teri gaand ka asli swaad. Mujhe paagal bana deta.” 
Usne maa se gaand ke gaal alag karne ko kaha. “Ab poore alag karo—apne ched dikhao.” 


Usne peeche haath kar ke gaand ke gaal poore alag kiye. Maine maa ki yoni aur gaand ka ched dekha—
yoni geeli chamak rahi, honth sooje hue, gaand ka ched gulabi aur pehle ke istemal se thoda khula. 
Usne maa ki yoni chaatna shuru kiya pet ke bal lette hue, jeebh seedhi aur lambi, dheere clit se dwaar
 tak lap lap. 


Maa karahi, “Aaahhh haan... meri yoni chaato... aaahhh woh jeebh perfect lag rahi... uuhh aur gehra.” 
Usne yoni chedne ke baad gaand ke ched par aaya, jeebh halke ko ghoom kar andar ghusa. 
Maa ne chetawani di. “Wahan savdhaan—zyada mat soongho us ched ko. Saaf nahi hai.” 


Usne phir bhi jeebh maa ki gaand ke ched mein daali, gehra dhakel kar ghumaya. 
Main bina sharm mutth maar raha tha—kyun sharm karun jab woh kutiya hai, fantasy se bhi buri 
cheezein kar rahi. 


Papa kitne bewakoof the—koi unke ghar mein unki patni ki gaand chodne wala tha jab woh dawai se sota
 raha, us par poora vishwas. 
Maa ne alag alag waqt gaand ke ched ko uski jeebh par kas diya, achanak jakad kar. Yeh isliye ki ehsaas
 teevra aur anjaan tha, sharir geele hamle par swabhaavik kampkapi se react kar raha.

 
“Teri gaand meri jeebh par baar baar kas rahi,” usne thodi der peeche hat kar kaha. 
“Kyunki ajib aur gudgudata lagta,” maa ne jawab diya. “Kasna niyantrit nahi kar pa rahi.” 
“Tera ched meri jeebh ko itni zor se jakad raha—jaise hamesha andar rakhna chahta ho.” 


Baad mein maa ne uska land choosa, bistar par mud kar muh mein liya, lambi geeli strokes se choosti, sir 
sthir hilta, jeebh neeche ki taraf dikhti. 


Maine sirf uske land choosne se hi jhad gaya—utsukta, hunar, bahut zyada—nahi jaanta kyun, shayad 
poora girna trigger kar gaya. 
Baad mein maa pet ke bal doggystyle mein thi, ghutne neeche, gaand unchi aur tel wali, taiyaar aur pesh. 
Usne kahi, “Main ab taiyaar hoon. Aao jo maine arpit kiya use lo.” 
Woh peeche position liya. “Phir batao teesri baar kyun chahti ho.” 


“Kyunki mujhe tum meri gaand mein lat lag gayi,” maa ne kahi. 
Usne andar dhakelna shuru kiya, sir dabata. “Aur dhakelun? Theek hai?” 
“Haan, thoda aur dhakelo... bechain lekin jaari rakho,” maa ne bechaini se protsahit kiya. 


Woh har baar poochhta. “Ab aur? Tum muh bana rahi ho—kyun chillati ho jab gaand dheeli hai?” 
“Kyunki tumne paanch ghante pehle choda tha—meri gaand abhi us pitai se dheeli hai, lekin tumhara
 vishaal


 land phir bhi bhar deta,” usne har shabd par dard se jawab diya. “Gehre tareeke se dukh deta, khula 
hone ke bawajood.” 
Main hairaan tha kitni aasani se andar gaya—mota danda suljhe aur gehra sarakta, pehli baar jaisa virodh 
nahi, halka khud se alag hua jab tak poora na baith gaya. 


Dhakke tez hue, har ek jaan bujhkar aur zor daar, asar maa ke poore sharir mein lahar—ungliyan chadar
 pakdi, pair mud gaye, saans tez gasp mein jaise bistar hilne laga lagbhag tootne tak. Lakdi ka frame karaha
 aur cheekhta zor se, springs bhari cheekhon se dabte, headboard deewar se lay mein thap thap. 








Maa muh banayi, chehra bechaini se mud gaya—bhaunhen kas kar judi, ankhen band, muh khula bina 
awaaz ke gasp mein jo dheemi siskiyon mein badla. Yeh Davendra ke vishaal land ki wajah se—
avishwasniya motai aur lambai dheele halke ko bhi dabati, sensitive deewaron par dabaati aur swabhaavik 
se zyada bhar deti, khinchav teevra taiyaari ke bawajood. 


“Ab aur dhakelun?” Davendra ne poocha, aadhe mein ruk kar, awaaz neechii aur chedti. “Batao agar aur le
 sakti ho, ya abhi bahut ho gaya.” 
“Haan, thoda aur dhakelo,” maa ne bechaini se protsahit kiya, awaaz tang aur saans bhari. “Mujhe chauda
 khinch raha, lekin jaari rakho—main tumhe poora mehsoos karna chahti hoon.” 


Usne thoda aur gehra kiya. “Aur? Tum itna muh bana rahi ho—kyun chillati ho jab gaand pehle se dheeli hai?” 
“Kyunki tumne sirf paanch ghante pehle choda tha—meri gaand abhi us pitai se dheeli hai, lekin tumhara
 vishaal land phir bhi poora bhar deta,” usne har shabd par dard se jawab diya. “Gehre tareeke se dukh 
deta, khula hone ke bawajood.” 


Main hairaan tha kitni aasani se andar gaya—mota danda suljhe sthir taraqqi se, bilkul virodh nahi jaise pehli
 baar, halka khud se khul gaya jab tak poora baith na gaya. 


Dhakke aur sakht hue, har ek jaan bujhkar aur zor daar, asar maa ke sharir mein jhatke bhejta—ungliyan 
chadar kas kar pakdi, pair mud gaye, saans tez gasp mein jaise bistar hilne laga lagbhag tootne tak. Lakdi ka
 frame zor se karaha aur cheekhta, springs bhari cheekhon se dabte, headboard deewar se lay mein thap 
thap karta. 




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Bistar ki awaaz itni teevra thi ki living room tak pahunchti jahan papa sote the, thap thap aur cheekh galiyare
 mein goonjti, lekin woh jaag nahi sakta—dawai ne use gehri, na tootne wali neend mein jakad rakha tha. 
Ve gaand chodne ke baare mein gandi baatein karte rahe jab woh pit raha tha. “Teri gaand mera land jaise
 iske liye bani ho—kas lekin laalchi,” Davendra gurraaya, aur gehra dhakela. 


“Haan, meri gandi gaand aur zor se chodo—ise apna niji ched bana do,” maa karahon ke beech jawab deti. 
“Yeh itna galat lagta lekin mujhe pasand hai tum kaise istemal karte ho.” 


Maa zor se karahi, awaaz har dhakke se uth rahi—“Aaahh itna gehra... uuhh haan wahin... aaahh aur bharo
... uuhh tumhara land meri gaand ka maalik... aaahh mat rukna.” 


Uski gaand har takkar se zor se hilti—mulayam gaal uchalte aur lahar banate, maans zor ke thappad aur
 tel se chamakdar, hilna beant kyunki uske kamar ke peeche taakat thi. 


Phir usne use poora pet ke bal ghumaya, mazboot haathon se seedha kiya. “Ab poora pet ke bal let jao—
mera wazan lo aur mujhe aur gehra mehsoos karo.” 
“Haan, aise—mujhe seedha pitto,” usne saans bhari se sweekar kiya. 










Maa ne alag tareeke se minnat ki use khatam karne ki—“Kripya jaldi meri gaand mein veerya daalo..
. mujhe
 tumhara bojh chahiye isse khatam karne... gehra andar khatam karo... main aur der nahi tik sakti... 
apni kutiya ko bhar do kripya.” 


Mujhe uski gaand ke beech dhakkon ke beech saaf jhalak mili—halka chauda khincha aur laal, har 
baar peeche khinchte khula reh jata, istemal kiya aur dheela dikhta. 
Maine khud se kaha maa ne galat vikalp chuna Davendra ko khush karne—ise baar baar arpit karna 
uska sharir hamesha ke liye barbaad kar dega, sab uski ahankaar aur lat ko khilane ke liye. 


Davendra ne nayi position se poora land phir gaand mein ghusa diya, poora us par chadh kar. 
Woh uski peeth par sakht pit raha—poora wazan daba kar, kamar bekabu lambi zalim strokes mein
 chalati jo har baar poora andar ghusa deti. 


Maa ki karah kamre mein alag alag—“Aaahh tum meri aant mein itne gehre... uuhh dukh deta lekin 
jaari rakho... aaahh meri gaand tumhari... uuhh tez kripya... aaahh har inch mehsoos... uuhh ab mere
 liye veerya daalo.” 











Woh lagbhag charam par tha, dhakke aniyamit aur bebas, saans ruk ruk. 
Usne maa ko ishaara kiya karah se—“Main paas hoon... jaldi bhar dunga.” 


Maa ne isi samay apni yoni tez ragdi, ungliyan clit par jaldi gol ghumati apna charam paane. 
Davendra ne charam par pahunch kar karaha—“Yahan aa raha... sab le lo!” 
Usne land akhiri baar bahut gehra ghusa diya, base par zor se ragda. 







Maa ne jaldi kaha—“Aur gehra mat dhakelo... main nahi chahti pehle jaise tumhara veerya mere
 pet mein phenke... kripya wahin ruko!” 


Usne phir bhi veerya daal diya, sharir thartharaata charam se, dono ankhen band ati sukh mein,
 pal mein kho gaye. 
Usne baad mein dheere poocha—“Ab kaisa lag raha, mera pyar, mere veerya ke saath phir teri 
gaand mein gehra?” 



Maa ne prem aur sharm se jawab diya—“Mujhe poora mehsoos hota tumhare andar hone se... 
pyar jo kabhi nahi jaana... lekin sharm bhi ki kitna zaroorat thi... tum mujhe apni perfect kutiya
 bana dete ho.” 



 

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Main agle din apne kamre mein utha. Subah ki roshni pardiyon se chhan rahi thi jaise dheere se yaad dila rahi ho ki kal raat sach mein hui thi. Mera dil abhi bhi thoda zor se dhadak raha tha us yaad se jab main bistar ki chaddar ke andar hil raha tha. 

Mera lund sukhe veerya se bhara hua tha, chipchipa aur sakht meri jaangh se satta hua jahaan woh moti dhaaron mein nikal aaya tha mere tez hastmaithun ke dauran. Maine itna zor se mutth maar li thi Davendra ko mummy Prisha ki badi almari wale kamre mein uski gaand mein chodte hue dekh kar ki main kai baar jhad gaya tha. Mera haath upar neeche mere lund par itni tezi se chal raha tha ki woh kharash ho gaya tha, sab kuch apne upar bahaate hue jab main gali ke andhere mein chhupa hua tha. 

Bhagwan, yeh meri poori zindagi ka sabse garam nazara tha jo maine kabhi dekha. Davendra, woh mazboot aur atma vishwas se bhara harami, ne mummy ko bistar ke kinare jhuka kar rakha tha. Uski badi rasili gaand ke dono hisse faad kar khol diye the aur woh apna mota nasdar lund uski tight gaand mein gehraai se dhakke maar raha tha. 

Woh garam mardangi mein randi ki tarah siskariyan bhar rahi thi, uski awaaz bhari aur bechain, usse minnat kar rahi thi ki mat rukna. “Meri gaand aur zor se chodo Davendra… ise khol do… tumhara lund wahan pehle se kahin zyada achha lagta hai.” 

Woh usko lagatar dhakke maar raha tha, uske ande har dhakke ke saath uski geeli chut ke honthon par thap thap kar rahe the. Uski gaand usko itna kas kar pakad rahi thi jaise sirf uske lund ke liye bani ho. Mummy ki badi gaand har zor ke dhakke ke saath hil aur lahar le rahi thi, paseene aur tel se chamak rahi thi jo usne itni aasani se andar ghusaane ke liye lagaya tha. 

Abhi bhi mere dimaag mein woh geele gande awaaz goonj rahe the – uske lund ka uski gandi gaand ko kholte hue chapchap ki awaaz, uski saansein poori tarah se khushi ki cheekhon mein badal rahi thi. Aur is sab ke beech mera bewakoof papa Kishore bagal wale kamre mein bhojan table par behosh pada tha, bewakoof ki tarah kharate le raha tha jab mummy ne uske paani mein kuch mila diya tha. 

Woh kabhi hila bhi nahi. Papa ne mummy ki gaand zindagi mein kabhi nahi chodi thi – ek baar bhi nahi. Woh ek bilkul bekaar aadmi tha, hamesha bahut naram, bahut saadhaaran, chut mein jaldi jhad jaane wala aur phir karwat le lene wala. Usne kabhi mummy ki gandi gaand ko apna nahi banaya jaise ek asli mard ko karna chahiye. Davendra ne usko apna samajh kar liya tha, papa ke saamne hi mummy ko poori tarah gaand ki randi bana diya tha. 

Yeh farak ne mujhe kal raat aur bhi zor se jhadne par majboor kar diya tha. Mera lund phadak raha tha jab main mummy ki gaand ko toote hue aur Davendra ke garam veerya se bhare hue dekh raha tha. Main wahan lambi der tak leta raha, sirf us yaad mein saans lete hue, mera haath apne aap sukhe veerya par fer raha tha mere lund par, us nishaan ko mehsoos kar raha tha ki main kitna uttejit hua tha. 

Aakhir mein main bistar se pair bahar nikaala. Mera shareer abhi bhi bachi hui uttejna se kamp raha tha. Maine ek dhila kurta aur chhoti patloon pehen li, andar kuch nahi pehna aur chupke se apne kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Ghar abhi bhi zyadatar sannata tha sirf thande hawa ke machine ki halki gun gun ke alawa. Main gali se unke kamre ki taraf badha, mere nange pair thande farsh par dheere pad rahe the. Mera dimaag sab kuch dohra raha tha jo maine dekha tha – har dhakka, har siskari, har baar jab mummy ne Davendra ka naam liya tha jaise uske lund se mohabbat kar rahi ho. 

Baithak ke paas se guzarte hue main khule darwaze par ruk gaya aur wahan tha – mera papa Kishore, abhi bhi sofa par jhuka pada tha jahaan mummy ne usko table se ghaseet kar laayi hogi. Woh bahut bechara dikhta tha, muh thoda khula, thodi laar uski thodi par, kurta silvata hua aur baal bigde hue. Main wahan bahut der tak khada raha, sirf usko dekhta hua. Mere vichar ek gehri aur bahut bhaari ghrina ki lehron mein badal rahe the. Bhagwan, woh kitna bewakoof tha. Itna poora bewakoof. 

Papa ko kaise pata nahi chala jo uske apne ghar ke andar ho raha tha? Uske paas itni sundar patni thi jiska shareer use hone ke liye tadap raha tha – badi choochiyan, chaudi kamar, aur woh badi sundar gaand – aur woh usko sirf ghar ka kaam karne wali samajhta tha jo uska khana banaye aur kapde samet de. Usne kabhi dekha nahi ki woh aur zyada chahti thi, ki uski aankhein kaise chamak uthti thi jab Davendra jaisa koi kamre mein aata tha. 

Kal raat ne sab saabit kar diya. Mummy ne usko itni aasani se behosh kar diya tha, table ke us paar meethi muskaan se uske paani mein goli daalte hue, aur usne bina ek shak ke sab nigal liya tha. 

Ab yahan woh pada tha, asar ko so kar nikaal raha tha jaise ek bekaar ka lothada, bilkul anjaan ki uski biwi ki gaand dusre mard ke lund se tooti hui aur bhari hui thi sirf kuch kamron door. Kaun sa pati aisa hone deta hai? Kaun sa mard apni biwi ke shareer ko poora khojta bhi nahi, kabhi uske sabse tight aur mana kiye gaye surakh mein apna lund nahi ghusaata? 

Woh bekaar tha, poora bekaar. Maine socha saalon ke saadhaaran aur thanda sambhog ke baare mein jo unhone kiye honge – woh upar do minute ke liye, garam saans chhodte hue, chut mein jhad kar aur phir so jaane wala jabki woh trupt na hokar leti rehti thi, uski gaand chhui bhi na gayi aur asli pyar ke liye taras rahi thi. Davendra ne woh dekha tha jo papa kabhi nahi dekh paya. 

Usne mummy ki gandi gaand ko apna haq samajh kar liya tha, usko aise chillane par majboor karte hue jaise papa kabhi nahi karwa paya. Aur papa? Woh sab kuch so kar guzar raha tha, itna bewakoof ki uth bhi nahi saka, itna andha ki mummy ke gaalon par laali ya subah uske thoda alag chalane ko bhi nahi dekha. Main wahan usko kharate lete dekh kar gussa aur uttejna ka mishran mehsoos kar raha tha. 

Bewakoof, bechara, anjaan Kishore. Usne usko deserve nahi kiya. Ab usko usko chhoone ka bhi adhikaar nahi tha. Mere vichar aur gehre hote ja rahe the jab main wahan usse zyada der khada raha – soch raha tha ki mummy ne isi nazare ke baare mein kitni baar sapne dekhe honge, ki usne Davendra ko chuna kyunki woh papa se bilkul alag tha – mazboot, maalik banne wala, bada lund wala aur usko randi bana kar chodne ko taiyaar jaisa woh andar se banna chahti thi. 





Papa ki bewakoofi sirf hasi ki baat nahi thi, woh kavi ki tarah sundar thi ki kaise yeh sab kuch bilkul sahi tareeke se sambhav bana rahi thi. Woh sabse achha dhokhebaaz ka khamba tha, behosh aur bekaar, jabki asli sukh uske bina ho raha tha. Maine thoda sa sir hilaaya, honthon par halki si muskaan aayi aur aakhirkaar aage badh gaya, usko uski anjaan neend mein chhod kar. 

Main gali ke ant tak badi almari wale kamre tak pahuncha, mera dhadkan phir se tez ho rahi thi. Darwaza thoda khula tha, itna ki main usko dheere se dhakel kar andar aa saka. Wahan the mummy aur Davendra, bade bistar mein itne khush so rahe the jaise ek dusre ke hain. 

Lag raha tha unhone kal raat ke wild chudai ke baad thoda badal aur saaf kiya tha, lekin hawa mein abhi bhi halka sa mardana aur auratana khushboo ka mishran tha – paseena, veerya aur uska itar. Mummy pet ke bal leti hui thi, chehra ek taraf, honthon par halki trupt muskaan. Woh usi bahut chhoti peeli neend ki poshaak mein thi, resham jaisa kapda uski jaanghon par bahut upar chadha hua tha taaki uski badi gaand thodi nangi dikhe, uske moti gaand ke neeche ke hisse laalach bhare hue jhaank rahe the. 

Poshaak itni chhoti thi ki kuch bhi chhupa nahi rahi thi aur main Davendra ke haathon ke halke laal nishaan dekh sakta tha jinhone usko wahan pehle kas kar pakda tha. Davendra uske paas tha, bina kurte ke sirf dhooli patloon mein, uska nanga baal wala seena dheere dheere upar neeche ho raha tha. Woh sote hue bhi bahut shaktishali lag raha tha – chaudi kandhe, mazboot baahen, mazboot seene par halke kaale baal. 

Uska ek haath maalikana andaaz se mummy ki kamar ke neeche hisse par tha, ungliyan uski nangi gaand ke ubhaar ke bilkul upar faili hui jaise woh uski apni ho. Woh dono shaant aur santusht lag rahe the jaise asli pati patni ek zabardast raat ke baad. Main wahan unko lambi der tak dekhta raha, mera sukhe veerya se bhara lund patloon mein phir se hilne laga us nazare se. 

Dheere dheere kamra hilne laga. Davendra pehle hila, uski aankhein khuli. Usne angdai li, uske musan flex hue aur mummy ki taraf garam pyar bhari muskaan se dekha. “Prisha… subah ho gayi, meri sundar,” usne apni gehri bhari awaaz mein kaha aur uske kandhe par dheere se chumma liya. Mummy uske sparsh se hil gayi, santusht saans chhodte hue uski taraf muh ghumaya, aankhein usi chamakti khushi se khuli. “Mmm, Davendra… subah ho gayi pyare,” usne jawab diya, awaaz abhi bhi neend bhari aur pyar se labalab. 

Mummy: (bistar mein dheere angdai lete hue, uska nanga shareer uske saath satte hue, awaaz bhari aur shaitani se) Mmm… Davendra. Subah ho gayi kya? Meri gaand abhi bhi dard kar rahi hai kal raat jis tarah tune ise tod diya tha. Bhagwan, tu itna gehra andar tha jab mera pati baithak mein behosh pada tha. Abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha hai tera mota lund meri gandi chhoti surakh ko faadta hua. 

Davendra: (muskurate hue, haath neeche le jaakar uski dard bhari gaand ko apne haath mein kas kar pakadte hue) Haan jaan? Bata kitna mazaa aaya tha tujhe. Main utha toh soch raha tha ki teri gaand kitni garam thi mere lund ko kas kar pakadte hue. Itni kasili, itni garmi… maine har dhakka mazze se liya. Sabse achhi gaand chudai jo maine kabhi ki. 

Mummy: (honth kaat te hue, besharam tareeke se apni kamar peeche dhakel te hue uske haath ke against) Maine itna mazaa liya ki takiya ko kaat rahi thi taaki zor se na chillaoon. Tune meri gaand aise maari jaise teri ho. Har baar jab tu poore andon tak andar ghusa tha main sochti thi main paagal ho jaungi. Main kal raat tere liye bilkul gandi gaand ki randi ban gayi thi. 

Davendra: (halke se hans te hue, ungliyan uski gaand ke dono hisson ke beech chhedte hue) Tu bilkul sahi thi. Jis tarah teri gaand mujhe andar kheench leti thi har baar jab main bahar nikalta tha… main poori raat wahan hi pada reh sakta tha. Maine ise khul kar todna bahut mazze se kiya. Kuch bhi us tight surakh ko mere lund ke gird khulte dekhne se behtar nahi jab tera pati sofa par laar tapka raha tha. 

Mummy: (halke se hans te hue, thodi garv se) Main bahut koshish kar rahi thi ki tere lund par ganda na kar dun. Poori raat maine apni gaand kas kar rakhi thi, sab andar hi rok kar taaki tere liye ganda na ho. Main teri bilkul saaf chhoti randi banna chahti thi bhale hi tu meri sabse gandi jagah ko maar raha tha. 

Davendra: Tu ne bahut achha kiya… zyadatar. (muskurate hue, angutha uski gaand ke chhed ke gird chhedte hue) Sirf ant mein tere gande ka chhota sa nishaan mere lund par tha – zyada nahi. Mujhe toh achha laga. Poori baat ko aur bhi gandi aur garam bana diya, yeh jaan kar ki main tere andar poore andon tak tha jab tu itni koshish kar rahi thi saaf rakhne ki mere liye. 

Mummy: (hanske hue, chehra laal lekin aankhein kaamuk chamak se) Oh bhagwan, mujhe pata tha thoda nikal gaya tha! Main mehsoos kiya tha jab tu aakhri baar bahar nikala tha. Phir bhi tune mujhe raja ki tarah choda. Sach mein tujhe koi dikkat nahi meri kitni gandi ho gayi thi tere liye? 

Davendra: Bilkul nahi. Yeh bahut garam tha. Teri gaand kal raat bahut bhookhi thi – mujhe chooste hue jab main andar pada tha. Main itna zor se jhada ki socha mere ande phat jayenge. 

Mummy: (yaad mein halke se siskari bharte hue, pura palat kar uski taraf muh karte hue) Mmm, maine har chhinte ko mehsoos kiya jab tune mujhe bhar diya. Meri gaand poori raat teri chinte tapka rahi thi. Abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha hai bahar nikalti hui… Lekin humein savdhani se rehna chahiye. Kishore abhi bhi baithak mein hai. Kya hoga agar behoshi khatam ho aur woh uth jaaye 






Davendra: (usko dheere se apne paas kheenchte hue, uski gardan par chumma dete hue) Fikar mat kar jaan. Jo neend ki goli tune uske paani mein daali thi woh bahut tez hai. Woh kam se kam do ghante aur behosh rahega. Vishwas kar, main usko bachche ki tarah kharate lete hue dekh kar hi yahan aaya tha aur tujhe jhuka kar liya tha. 

Mummy: (thodi chinta se darwaze ki taraf dekhte hue) Haan… lekin Jai ke baare mein kya? Mera beta bhi ghar mein hi hai. Kya hoga agar woh jaldi uth gaya aur mujhe dhoondne aa gaya? Main usko aise dekh nahi sakti – nange shareer ke saath, sex ki khushboo se bhare hue, meri gaand abhi bhi tere lund se dard kar rahi hai. 

Davendra: (halke se hans te hue, uske baalon ko sahlate hue) Agar Jai uth bhi gaya aur kuch samajh bhi liya… ab woh bada ho gaya hai. Woh samajh jaayega. Ladke jaante hain ki unki mummy ko bhi zarooratein hoti hain, khas kar jab unke papa kaam nahi chala paate. 

Mummy: (aankhein phailate hue, awaaz dheemi lekin shaitani se) Davendra! Bilkul nahi. Main Jai ko is baare mein kabhi kuch nahi jaanne dungi. Woh mera beta hai. Yeh baat sirf hum dono ke beech rahegi. Mujhe tere saath chupke chupke milna bahut achha lagta hai, lekin mera beta kabhi nahi jaan sakta ki uski mummy uske papa ke peeth peeche apni gaand chudwa rahi hai. 

Davendra: (buri tarah muskurate hue, haath se phir se uski gaand ko kas kar dabate hue) Theek hai theek hai. Raaz surakshit rahega. Lekin waah, yeh soch kar ki tu ghar mein sabke saath chupke chupke gandi harkatein kar rahi hai, mujhe abhi phir se tujhe chodne ka mann kar raha hai. 

Mummy: (hans te hue, uske seene par haath maarti hui lekin andar se uttejit) Tu toh bilkul besharam hai! Abhi doosri baar ke liye time nahi hai. Chal na tu horny harami – kapde pehen le jaldi se pehle koi sach mein uth jaaye. Mujhe jaldi tujhe yahan se bhejna hai, lekin… (woh uske kaan ke paas muh le jaakar garam awaaz mein) agli baar tu aur jaldi chupke se aa jaana aur jab sab so rahe hon tab phir se meri gaand chod dena. Main paani mein goli aur tez kar dungi. 

Davendra: (baithte hue, abhi bhi man na maante hue, dheere se apna kurta pehnte hue) Achha achha. Lekin sirf tab jab tu vaada karegi ki agli baar tu apni woh perfect gaand mujhe aur bhi zyada kas kar pakdegi. Mujhe bahut achha lagta hai jab tu mere liye ganda na hone ki itni koshish karti hai. 

Mummy: (uski patloon uski taraf phenkte hue naughty muskaan ke saath, khud nanga khade hokar taaki woh uska pura shareer dekh sake) Vaada. Ab jaldi se patloon upar kar aur zip kar le pehle main apna mann badal kar tujhe wapas bistar mein kheench loon. Main tujhe baad mein message karungi jab raasta saaf ho jaaye… aur shayad bataungi ki poora din meri gaand kitni dard kar rahi thi tere lund ki yaad mein. Ja ab jaan – pehle mera pati ya mera beta humari masti kharab kar de. Bahut pyar hai tujhe meri gaand unke peeth peeche chodne ka. 

Davendra: (usko ek aakhri gehra chumma lene ke liye kheenchte hue, haath se uski gaand ko masalte hue) Bahut pyar hai ise todne ka. Jaldi milte hain meri gandi chhoti gaand ki rani. 

Mummy: (usko darwaze ki taraf hans te hue dhakelti hui, usko chumma udate hue) Chup! Bahar nikal! Aur dheere se chalna… main yahan baith kar sochungi ki tere veerya mere andar se tapak rahe hain jab main Kishore aur Jai ke saamne sab normal dikhane ki koshish karungi. Ab ja! 

Davendra ne usse kaha ki usko uske shareer ke ubhaar kitne pyare lagte hain, ki uski badi gaand har baar dekh kar uska dimaag kharab ho jaata hai. Mummy ne bataya ki uske baahon mein usko kitni suraksha aur uttejna mehsoos hoti hai, ki usko uski taakat ki kitni bhukh lagti hai. Dono dheemi pyar bhari awaaz mein bhavishya ki baatein karte rahe – chori chhupe pal, aisi aur raatein – papa ka naam ek baar bhi nahi liya. Yeh baat bahut gahri aur asli thi, poora kamra unke rishte se bhar gaya tha. 

Jab woh chala gaya toh mummy rasoi ki taraf chali gayi aur main nazar se door lekin paas hi chhupa raha taaki dekh saku. Woh nashta banana shuru kar diya – ande, toast, taaza juice – poore time halke se gaana gun gunati hui. Uska chehra ek chamakti hui muskaan se jagmagaa raha tha jo khatam hi nahi ho rahi thi. 








Yeh woh saadhaaran muskaan nahi thi jo woh papa ke liye roz lagati thi. Yeh gehri aur sachchi muskaan thi, jaise woh kisi apni jeet ka maza le rahi ho. Main samajh gaya ki yeh kal raat ke kaam ki wajah se thi – Davendra ke saath itni gehri chudai, khas kar woh zabardast gaand chudai jahaan usne mummy ki badi gaand ko poori tarah apna bana liya tha. 

Sabji kaat te hue aur kadhai hilate hue uski kamar halke se jhoom rahi thi. Main soch raha tha ki uske dimaag mein kya chal raha hoga, uske chalne aur aankhon ki sapno bhari nazar se samajh kar. Usse papa ko dhokha dene ka bahut mazaa aa raha tha. Sirf chudai nahi, poori baat ka thrill, woh chhupi taakat jo ab uske paas thi. 

Davendra ke liye randi ban kar usse zinda, chaahiti hui aur azaad mehsoos ho rahi thi, jo papa kabhi nahi de sakta tha. Saalon tak woh perfect patni ban kar rahi thi – khana banana, saaf safai, bed par thandi raaton mein muskurati hui jahaan papa ka lund uski chut ko bhi theek se trupt nahi kar paata tha, gaand toh chhoo bhi nahi paata tha. Kal raat usne woh line poori tarah paar kar li thi, apne pati ko behosh kar ke taaki kisi asli mard ka mota lund uski gandi gaand ko phaad sake. 

Davendra ke lund ke uski gaand ko kholne aur veerya se bharne ki yaad, jab papa bilkul bekhabar kharate le raha tha, usse ek gandi khushi ka jhatka lag raha tha. Usse sachchi randi jaisa feel ho raha tha – sabse achhe matlab mein – chaahi hui, use hui aur itna mazaa diya gaya jo uske saadhaaran vivah mein kabhi nahi mila. Papa ko dhokha dena uske liye dosh nahi tha, yeh uske liye taakat thi. Yeh bahut swadisht buri baat thi, jaise woh apna shareer phir se apne aur Davendra ke liye wapas le rahi ho. 

Nashta banate hue har muskaan mein yeh jeet ghuli hui thi – uska ek aisa premi tha jo uski gaand ko uske laayak chodta tha, jo usko papa se kahin zyada zor se jhadwa deta tha. Woh ab uski randi ban chuki thi aur usse yeh bahut pasand tha. 

Resham ki neend ki poshaak uski chamdi se ragad kha rahi thi, usse woh nishaan yaad dila rahi thi jo usne chhode the, aur uski muskaan aur chaudi ho gayi. Woh soch mein kho gayi thi ki pati ko dhokha de kar itna zabardast mazaa lene ka kaisa ehsaas tha. Yeh jaldi ya chhoti baat nahi thi, yeh ehsaas andar se garam karta hua der tak reh raha tha jab woh khana bana rahi thi, uska shareer abhi bhi poori tarah use hue hone se sarsara raha tha. 

Thodi der baad mummy ne haath pochhe aur baithak mein papa ko uthane chali gayi. Woh dheere se uske paas gayi aur uske kandhe ko pyar se hilaya. “Kishore pyare… utho ab. Chal na jaan, nashta almost taiyaar hai.” 

Papa ne dheere se karahate hue aankhein kholi aur baith gaya, sir ko ragadte hue. “Prisha? Kitna… kitna time ho gaya? Mera sir bahut bhari lag raha hai.” Uski awaaz neend bhari aur uljhi hui thi jaise raat ke tukde jod raha ho. Mummy uske paas sofa par baith gayi, haath uske ghutne par pyar se rakhte hue, perfect chinta karti patni ka role bahut aasani se nibhati hui. 

Woh us pal mein poori tarah ghul gayi, awaaz naram aur nakli chinta se bhari. “Arre Kishore, tu bechara. Kal raat khane ke baad thoda zyada paani pe liya tha na? Tu mujhe apne office ki baat bata raha tha aur phir achanak table par jhuk gaya. Maine bahut koshish ki uthane ki lekin tu bilkul behosh tha. 

Mujhe tujhe sofa tak laane mein madad leni padi – aasaan nahi tha lekin maine sambhal liya. Tujhe kuch yaad nahi?” Papa ne bhaun tyori karte hue apne maathe ko ragada. “Nahi… whiskey ke baad kuch nahi yaad. Main itna chakkar aur thaka hua mehsoos kar raha hoon. Kya main sach mein aise behosh ho gaya tha? Maaf karna Prisha. Main nahi chahta tha ki tu sab akeli sambhale.” Mummy uske aur kareeb jhuki, awaaz sukoon bhari aur sabr wali, uski baah ko dheere se sahlate hue jaise sach mein parwah karti ho. 

“Theek hai mere pyar. Aisi baatein kabhi kabhi ho jaati hain. Tu itna mehnat karta hai aur main jaanti hoon ki tension tujhe pareshaan karti hai. Bas yeh dekh kar khushi hai ki tu ab theek hai. Main thodi der jaag kar yeh dekh rahi thi ki tu aaram se hai aur phir khud bhi so gayi. Tu jaanta hai main tere liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon.” 

Usne pyar se muskurate hue aankhein badi karke woh masoomiyat wali nakli nazar daali aur har shabd se apna achhi patni wala khel aur gehra karti gayi. “Yaad hai jab hum chhote the toh raat der tak baatein karte the? Kal raat mujhe woh pal yaad aa gaye bhale hi tu jaag nahi raha tha. Mujhe aise teri dekhbhaal karna bahut achha lagta hai. Tu mera pati hai na – woh aadmi jise maine chuna tha. Chal main tujhe paani laati hoon aur halka nashta bhi taaki chakkar kam ho.” 

Papa dheere se sir hilaaya, abhi bhi uljha hua lekin uske dhyan se sukoon mehsoos kar raha tha. “Tu mujh par bahut achhi hai Prisha. Main nahi jaanta bina tere main kya karunga. Mujhe sach mein kuch yaad nahi… jaise poori shaam gayab ho gayi ho.” Mummy halke se hans di, ek halki meethi awaaz jo sab chhupa rahi thi. “Yeh whiskey ka asar hai pyare. Fikar mat kar. Aaj shaam hum iski bharpoori kar lenge – shayad ek shaant khana sirf hum dono ka. Pehle tu theek ho ja. Chal main tujhe uthaati hoon.” 

Unki baat aise hi lambi der tak chalti rahi, bina jaldi ke aur gehri. Papa bata raha tha ki kuch yaad na aane ka ehsaas kitna ajeeb tha aur mummy usko purani baaton se samjha rahi thi, parivaar ke khane ki chhoti chhoti kahaniyaan aur uski mehnat ki tareef karte hue, sab yeh dikhate hue ki raat bilkul normal thi. 

Woh usko pyar se chhoo rahi thi, uska kurta theek kar rahi thi aur uski har neend bhari baat ko dhyan se sun rahi thi, poori baat ko ek pyar bhari charcha mein badalte hue jo usko samarpit patni dikha rahi thi. “Jaante ho Kishore, aisi raaton mein bhi mujhe lagta hai ki main kitni khushkismat hoon tujhe paa kar. Humne saath milkar achha jeevan banaya hai.” Sab itna smooth aur vishwas yogya tha – koi tez jawab nahi, sirf ek ke upar ek nakli normalta ki paratein jabki uska dimaag, main jaanta tha, abhi bhi Davendra ke lund ki gaand mein hone ki yaad se sarsara raha tha. 

Aakhir mein papa utha, abhi bhi thoda ladkhadata hua, aur nahane chala gaya. “Main fresh ho kar apne aap ko theek feel karunga,” usne kaha. Mummy ne sir hilaaya. “Aaram se le lena pyare. Main chai taiyaar rakhungi jab tu aa jaaye.” Jab woh nahakar saaf kapde pehen kar bahar aaya toh mummy ne usko rasoi mein garam chai di aur dono sofa par aa kar baith gaye, woh ghadi dekh raha tha lekin thodi der aur ruk gaya. 






“Abhi bhi thoda chakkar aa raha hai Prisha,” usne dheere se chus te hue kaha. “Shayad khane ya paani mein kuch tha. Aaj office mein kaam mushkil hoga.” Mummy uske paas baith gayi, haath phir se uske kandhe par, unki baat aise hi chalti rahi. 

“Oh pyare mujhe bahut afsos hai. Agar ho sake toh aaj thoda aaram kar lena. Main tere tiffin mein halka khana pack kar dungi – bhari cheez nahi. Aaj tere meetings ke baare mein bata? Mujhe hamesha office ki baatein sunna achha lagta hai.” 

Papa ne apna schedule vistaar se bataya aur mummy sachchi dilchasp si nazar se sun rahi thi, uske saathiyon aur kaamon ke baare mein aur sawal poochhti hui. 

“Yeh toh bahut zaroori lag raha hai Kishore. Tu sab bahut achhe se sambhalta hai. Aur agar chakkar abhi bhi rahe toh mujhe phone kar dena – main aa kar tujhe le aaungi agar zaroorat padi. Mujhe tu aisa dekh kar bura lagta hai.” Unki baat aaram se chalti rahi, aage ki din ki chhoti chhoti baaton par, weekend ke parivaar ke plan par, aur ek halki mazaak bhi ki ki usko zyada neend leni chahiye. 

Yeh jaldi nahi thi, dheere dheere ban rahi thi. Mummy har vishay ko pyar bhare shabdon se aur gehra karti ja rahi thi jo uske perfect patni wale roop ko mazboot kar rahe the. “Tu jaanta hai main hamesha tere liye hoon, chahe kuch bhi ho,” usne ek baar kaha, awaaz garam hui. 

Papa halke se muskuraya. “Main jaanta hoon Prisha. Tu sabse achhi hai.” Aakhir mein jab bahut lambi aur vistaarit baat ho chuki toh woh utha, apna bag uthaya aur darwaze ki taraf badha. “Shaam ko milte hain pyare. Sab kuch ke liye shukriya.” “Gadi sambhal kar chalana,” mummy ne peeche se pukara aur haath hilaate hue jab woh chala gaya. 

Aage ka darwaza band hua aur ghar sannata ho gaya sirf hum dono ke beech – main aur mummy. Jaise hi papa poori tarah ghar se chala gaya, driveway se door, mummy ka pura andaaz ek pal mein badal gaya. Pehle woh mera nashta laane aayi, hum thodi der baat karte rahe. 

Usne mujhse poocha ki kal raat main kaise soya, maine kaha main raja ki tarah soya. Phir usne meri taraf tez nazar se dekha aur poocha ki kya maine koi awaazein suni thi. Main samajh gaya tha woh kya maanti hai lekin maine jaan bujh kar yeh dikhaya ki maine ghar mein koi ajeeb awaaz nahi suni thi. 






Woh ek khush ladki ki tarah badal gayi jo apni uttejna rok nahi paa rahi thi, uska chehra aur badi beparwah muskaan se bikhar gaya. Woh baithak mein wapas chali gayi. Woh side table ki taraf koodti hui gayi jahaan uska phone charge ho raha tha, uski resham ki neend ki poshaak uski jaanghon ke gird ghum rahi thi aur baith gayi. 

Bina kisi jhijhak ke usne phone uthaya, screen khola aur turant Davendra ka number milaya. Uski ungliyan itni tezi aur bechaini se hil rahi thi jaise subah se isi pal ka intezaar kar rahi ho. 

Usne phone kaan se lagaya, honth kaat te hue ummeed se jab woh baj raha tha. Yeh uske liye sab kuch tha – woh ab lat lag chuki thi, apne premi ko us pal call kar rahi thi jab raasta bilkul saaf ho gaya tha, uski awaaz phir se sunne ke liye bechain, agli baar woh uski chut aur gaand kaise chodega yeh plan karne ke liye, dhokhe ka mazaa bina kisi rok ke dobara jeene ke liye. 

Yeh uska chhupa sansaar tha jahaan woh Davendra ki randi thi, poori tarah zinda aur trupt. Phone juda aur uski awaaz chamakti hui pyar se nikli jab usne kaha, “Davendra… main hoon. Woh aakhirkaar chala gaya…”