Saba ko apane bete Irfan dvara bheji gaye tasvir mil gai hai. Aur usane abhee-abhee use khola hai.
Maa: oh…
Me: kya hua, maa?
Maa: nahin… nahin… bas yahi…
Me: kya hua, maa?
Maa: mujhe lagata hai, baby, aapke boxer aapke lie thode chote hain.
Me: nahin, maa. yah sabase bada size hai jo ve banate hain. aur, mujhe nahin lagta ki koi bhi company bazar mein ise bade size bechati hai.
Maa: lekin…
Me: kya samasya hai, maa?
Maa: koi samasya nahin hai, Irfan. bas tumhari boxer bahut tight lag raha hai.
Me: dekho, maa. islye maine tumse kaha tha, agar main unme se ek pahenunga to tum mere saath sone mein sahaj nahin rahogi. Thum pahle se hi asahaj masoos kar rahi ho.
Maa: nahin. aisa nahin hai, Irfan. Main bas soch raha tha…
Me: kya soch raha hai, maa?
Maa: kya soch raha hoon, Baby?
Me: haahaaha. kuch nahin hai maa.
Maa: kuch nahin se tumhara kya matlab hai?
Me: haahaaha. bas rahane do, thik hai. Tum pahle se hi jante ho ki yah kya hai. Mujhe kahane par majaboor mat karo.
Maa: mujhe samajh nahin aaya. tumhen kya kahane par majabur karun, Irfan?
Me: Saba ji ! nahin… nahin… nahin…
Maa: haahaaha. bahut samay ho gaya jab se tumne mujhe 'Saba ji’ kaha hai. Tum bachapan mein aisa karate the.
Me: mujhe pata hai, maa. Mujhe yaad hai.
Maa: lekin, abhi ke lie ise chhodo. kya tum mujhe bataoge ki tumhare boxer itane tight kyun hai?
Me: Tum mujhe pareshaan kar rahe ho, maa. Kyon puchana bandh karo. Tum pahale se hi janti ho!
Maa: Mei hi naraaz ho rahi hoon. Tum mere savaal se bachane ki koshish karane ke bajay mujhe seedhe kyon nahin bata sakate ki ye kya hai?
Me: Mere saath khilavad karana band karo maa. krupya se!
Maa: mujhe samajh nahin aata, Irfan. Tume har samay itna ajeeb vyavahaar kyon karana padta hai? mei anumaan laga sakati hoon ki ye bahut moorkhataapurn baat hai. lekin, tum mujhe seedhe kyon nahin bata sakte?
Me: yah vaakee bahut moorkhataapoorn baat hai, maa. Bas rahane do, please. andaaza lagne ki bhi zahamat mat uthao.
Maa: kya boxers mein kuchh gadabad hai, Irfan? kuchh aisa jaise ki ve branded nahi hei aur silai kharab hai. Aur tum chintit ho, main tumse puchungi ki ham tumhen kapade kharedne ke lie jo paise dete hain, tum unhe kaise karch kar rahe ho.
Me: Maa, bahut ho gaya! haahaaha. bahut ho gaya, thik hai.
Maa: Tum kyu hans rahe ho? bas mujhe batao ki yah kya hai. mujhe itana bewakuf mat banao.
Me: yah kuchh nijee baat hai, maan. mujhe umeed hai ki ye thik rahega.
Maa: oh!
Me: haan, Maa.
Maa: mmmm. thik hai, Irfan. ab, suno. main janata hu ki tum bade ho, lekin main tumhare maa hu. Main khud tumhari umr paar kar chuki hu. main janata hoon ki tumhare jeevan ke is daur mein cheez kaisee ho sakatee hain. isile, jo bhi ho, tum mujhe bata sakate ho. main tumhare madad kar sakati hu.
Me: maa…
Maa: haan Irfan. main yaheen hoon. batao. main sun raha hoon.
Me: Mujhe madad ki zaroorat nahin hai, maa.
Maa: Thik hai, Irfan. Mai tumare dost hoon. Tumhen sharm karane kee zarurat nahin hai. tum mujhe bata sakate ho.
Me: oh, maa, tum bahut bewakuf ho! kya tum samajhte nahin? yah mere lund ka aakaar hai!
Maa: oh my… kya? tumne abhi kya kaha?
Me: bilkul wai jo tumne abhi padha. Mei tumhe tumhare saval ka javaab de diya. maine tumhe sach bataya, maa. kya ab tum khush ho?
Maa: maine tumse tumhare saiz ke baare mein kab pucha? mujhe yakin nahin hota ki tumne abhi aisa kaha. kya tum apane maa se is tarah baat karte ho?
Me: mere pyare bhole maa. Main yahaan asabhy hone ki koshish nahin kar raha hun. Main tumhen sirf sach bata raha hoon. Mere boxerr tight dikhte hain, mera matlab hai ki dusron ke pahane se zyaada tight, kyunki mera lund bada hai. mera lund zyadatar logon ke lund se bada hai.
Maa: aur kitna bada?
Me: oh, chalo. yah baatcheet bandh karo, maa. Yeh sharmanak hai.
Maa: nahin. mujhe batao! agar tumhen lagta hai ki tum itne bade ho gaye ho ki aise bakwas math karo, aur apne maa se is tarah ke geniune baaten karo. itana mard bano ki mujhe apana size bhi batao.
Me: ye kya hai, maa? mujhe tumhen ye batana pada kyunki tumne mujhse iska kaaran pucha tha. Tum mujse puch rahi. Mujhe maaf karo, maa. Mera irada tumhe apmaan karne ka nahin tha. krupya ab naaraaz mat ho.
Maa: bas ise bandh karo. thik hai! apne ache pyare bete ka dikhava karana bandh karo. Kya tum mere baat samajh rahe ho? tume mujhe abhi-abhi aise gaaliyaan dee hain, jo ek besharm sanki kisi paise wali veshya ko sunaata hai. Mujhe umeed hai ki tumhe ek din apane galti ka esaas hoga. Main tumhen kos nahin raha hu, sirf isalie ki maine tumhe janm diya hai.
Me: bas, maa. maine tumhen itni baar kaha hai ki main tumhe ye nahi batana chahta ki mere boxerr kyon tight dikhate hain. tumne mujhe majabur kiya.
Maa: Mein sahamat hu. yah mere galti thi. mujhe tumse kabhi baat nahin karani chahie thi. Mujhe laga ki main apane bete ko jaanta hu. Main galat thi. ab, bas, mujhe batao ki tumhare lund ka size kya hai, aur mere dimaag se shalinta se baahar nikal jao. Kam se kam tum itana to kar hi sakte ho.
Me: mai ise bahut thak gaya hoon, maa. Pichale hafte hamare beech itni ache bonding hone ke baad, main ye umeed nahin kar raha tha. thik hai. jo jaisa hai vaisa karo. to, suno. mera lund 9 inch ka hai.
Maa: kya?
Me: 9 inch. Mai itana hi lamba hoon.
Maa: kya…haahaaha!
Me: ab kya?
Maa: haahaaha.
Me: tum kyun hans rahi ho, maa?
Maa: thik hai. Mai maanta hun ki main tumse sirf aadha naraz tha. Aur main vaastav mein tumhe bahut naraz karane ki koshish kar raha tha. Aur shayad tumhe ye bhi bata du ki tum kisi se is tarah baat nahin kar sakate. Lekin yah bahut zyada hai, Irfan. Kisika lund itana bada hoga? aur woh bhi tab jab tumhare dad ki lund ki lambai 4 inch bhi nahin hai. haahaaha. tum bahut mazedaar ho!
Me: maa.
Maa: Irfan, bebe… main bas mazaak kar raha tha. Main tumase naaraz nahin hoon. lekin is tarah jhoot mat bolo.
Me: Main jhoot nahin bol raha hu, maa.
Maa: haahaaha. ab mujhe mat hansao. bas jhoot bolna bandh karo, hai na?
Me: Main jhoot nahin bol raha hu, maa. Mujhe aisa karane ki kya zarurat hai?
Maa: Baby. Haahaaha. Tum jo chaho kah sakte ho. Tumhe pata hai ki mai tumse saboot nahin maangunga, aur tum bach sakate ho. Lekin tumhare maa itni samajhdar hai ki woh jaanti hai ki tumne jo kaha woh sambhav nahin hai.
Me: Mai itni subah aise koi baat kyun banana chahunga?
Maa: Thum jo jhoot bol rahe ho uska vartaman samai se koi lena-dena nahin hai. aur, sirf islie ki abhi subah ke 4:00 baje hain, iska matalab ye nahin hai ki tum sach bol rahe ho. Ho sakata hai, tum hamesha apne lund ke baare mein shekhi bagharate rahe ho aur islie bach nikale ho kyonki kisi ne tumse ‘sach’ dikhane ke lie kahane ki paravaah nahin ki. Lekin, main tumhare baat par yakin nahin karungi. haahaaha. jhootha!
Maa: Maa, mujhe jhootha mat kaho. mujhe ye pasand nahin hai. kyunki main kabhi jhooth nahin bolata.
Maa: haahaaha. Irfan jhootha hai!
Me: oh haan? to phir mujhse saboot maango. Agar himmat hai to mujhse puchho, maa.
Maa: kya? haahaaha. itni himmat! thik hai, to. Bas mujhe apna chota lund dikhao. haaha! ye main tumse puchun jaise film mo mein karte hain? kya tum mujhe apana monster dikha sakate ho, mere pyare bete? yah ladka. haahaaha. Main hansana band nahin kar sakta, Irfan. Mujhe nahin pata tha ki tumhare andar ek jokar hai. haaha!
Me: thik hai. Agar tum yahi chahti ho, toh mai ise tang aa chuka hu, maa.
Irfan apane tight boxer ko neeche keenchta hai aur apani maa ko apane nange lund ki tasvir bhejta hai. kisi kaaran se, woh aadha khada hai, aur usaka ling pahale se hee apane poore aakaar mein phail chuka hai.
Saba ko apni bete Irfan dvara bheje gaye tasveer mil gai hai. Aur usne abhi-abhi use khola hai.
Maa: oh my… oh my… yah kaise sambhav hai?
Me: ab kya hai, maa?
Maa: ye to…
Me: maa, ise pahale ki aap kuchh kahen, main aapko ye bata dun. Mujhe pata hai ki ham do ghante se zyada samay se lagatar message kar rahe hain. Mujhe lagta hai ki maine apne seema paar kar li hai. Mujhe aise nahin karana chahie tha. Aur mujhe iske lie bahut khed hai, maa.
Maa: Irfan baby, suno…
Me: Mujhe apne baat puri karane do, maa. mujhe pata hai ki mujhe tumhen woh tasveer nahin bhejna chahie tha. Ye bas ho gaya. Aur mujhe pata hai ki tum bhi iske baare mein utni hi pareshaan ho. Aur mujhe pata hai ki tum is baare mein baat karane ki koshish kar rahi ho. mujhe pata hai ki tumhe yakin tha ki main kabhi bhi aise tasveer nahin bhejunga. mujhe maaf karana.
Maaa: nahin nahin my baby... tumne mujhe galat samajha. Main bilkul bhi aise nahin soch raha tha.
Me: Toh? phir kya hai?
Maa: nahin... mera matlab hai... uf... Ye vaastav mein kuchh bhi nahin hai...
Me: mujhe batao, maan... krupya... mujhe is baare mein bura mat mahsoos karao.
Maa: Irfan. nahin. Ye aise kuchh nahin hai jiske baare mein tumhen bura mahasoos karana chahie. Ye... mera matalab hai... Ye tumhare lund motta hai. Ye bahut lamba hai.
Me : dekho, maa! maine tumse kaha tha. maine tumhe pehale hi bata diya tha, hai na? Tumhen bas mere baat par vishwas karana chahie tha. Dekho, tumne hamen kahaan pahuncha diya hai, ab sab kuchh kitna ajeeb lagata hai.
Maa: Aur itana mota lund......
Me: kya? maa?
Maa: Thum itne bade ho!
Me: Maa! kya hai... kya tum mere koi text padh bhi rahe ho?
Maa: oh baby. Thum bade ho. bilkul vaise hi jaise tumne mujhe bataya tha. Tum itane bade ho, mere pyaare bete. Your lund is fucking hotttttt........
Me: Maa.....
