Adultery Beta Dekhta Raha, Chup

[Rahulraj306]

Chapter 50

Raat ke lagbhag 9:00 baj rahe the. Main apne kamre mein study table par Chemistry ki book khol kar baitha tha. Ek haath mein pen tha aur saamne copy khuli hui thi, par mera dhyan padhai mein bilkul nahi tha. Mera poora dhyan mere phone ki screen par tha, jise maine thoda jhuka kar rakha tha taaki agar koi achanak darwaza khole toh use screen na dikhe. Main lagatar Akash ke sath text messages par chat kar raha tha, jise main ab dil se apna naya Papa maan chuka tha.

Akash ne likha tha, "Idris, yaar kal flat par jo kuch bhi hua... main tab se bas wahi soche ja raha hoon. Saira ka wo roop, unka wo naram badan... mere dimaag se nikal hi nahi raha hai. Hum kab mil rahe hain dobara?"

Maine thoda muskura kar tezi se reply kiya, "Papa, agar aap waise hi aur mazaa chahte hain toh taiyar rahiye. Aaj raat aapke liye ek bohot bada aur anokha surprise hai."

Wahan se fauran reply aaya, "Surprise? Kaisa surprise? Mujhe abhi batao!"

Maine likha, "Bata diya toh aur kya maza? Bas itna samajh lijiye ki ye aisa surprise hai jo aapne apne sabse wild khwabon mein bhi nahi socha hoga. Aapko khud aakar dekhna hoga."

Akash ne pucha, "Lekin kab aur kahan?"

Maine reply kiya, "Aaj raat theek 11:30 baje, humare ghar."

Mera ye message padhte hi Akash ke hosh udd gaye. Usne fauran reply kiya, "Kya? Dimaag toh kharab nahi ho gaya tera? Raat ke 11:30 baje tumhare ghar? Pagal hai kya? Tera Abbu ghar par hai. Agar wo jaag gaye toh hum sab ki zindagi tabah ho jayegi. Main bilkul nahi aaunga. Bohot bada risk hai ye."

Maine uske darr ko door karte hue likha, "Aap bilkul fikar mat kijiye Papa, main sab handle kar loonga. Abbu aaj daftar se bohot thak kar aaye hain. Aur aapko toh pata hi hai na ki wo kitne heavy sleeper hain. Ek baar so jaate hain toh dhol bajne par bhi unki neend nahi toot-ti. Aaj toh wo bilkul ghode bech kar soyenge."

Akash ne pucha, "Lekin phir bhi... agar wo washroom ke liye uth gaye toh? Aur main ghar ke andar kaise aaunga?"

Maine reply kiya, "Main ghar ka main gate lock nahi karunga, bas halka sa sata kar chhod dunga. Aapko theek 11:30 baje chupchap andar aana hai. Darwaza khol kar seedhe Abbu aur Ammi ke bedroom mein jaana hai. Ammi Abbu ke bilkul bagal mein so rahi hogi. Aapko chupke se unke paas jana hai, unhe neend se jagana hai aur unhe Abbu ke bagal se uthakar mere kamre mein lekar aana hai."

Akash ne likha, "Kya keh raha hai tu?! Saira ko unke shohar ke bagal se sote hue uthana? Ye toh deewanapan hai! Agar wo hil bhi gaye toh?"

Maine uski uttejana ko aur badhate hue likha, "Isi mein toh asli romanch hai, Papa. Sochiye, Abbu so rahe hain aur aap unki patni ko unke bilkul paas se chura kar la rahe hain. Aur rahi baat Abbu ke jaagne ki, toh main pure waqt bedroom ke bahar corridor mein khada hokar chawkidari karunga. Agar Abbu zara sa bhi hile ya jaage, toh main aapko fauran ishara kar dunga. Aap bas 11:30 baje aa jaiye."

Akash kuch der tak chup raha. Mujhe pata tha ki is khaufnak aur bold plan ke khayal ne hi uske andar ki garmi ko charam par pahuncha diya hoga. Aakhirkar uska message aaya, "Theek hai... main aaunga. Darwaza khula rakhna aur khud chawkidari par rehna. Agar kuch gadbad hui toh zimmewari teri hogi."

Maine phone band kiya aur takiye ke neeche chhipa diya. Mera apna dil bhi ab tezi se dhadak raha tha.

Raat ke 9:30 baje humne dinner kiya. Dining table par ek ajeeb sa, gahra sannata tha. Abbu khana khate hue daftarr ki thakan ki wajah se bohot shant the. Ammi unke bilkul bagal mein baithi thin. Har baar jab Ammi thodi hilti thin, toh unka dupatta sarak jata tha aur unhe dupatta sambhalne mein bechaini ho rahi thi. Salwar ke neeche unka jism bilkul nanga tha, koi undergarment nahi tha, aur unki sharmgah ke bilkul chikni aur safachatt hone ke karan salwar ke naram kapde ki friction se behad sensitive ho chuki thi. Khana paroste waqt jab bhi unka jism hilta, unki salwar unki tazi saaf ki hui chut par ragad khati, jisse unki saansein halki si garam ho jati thin. Main chupchap unhe dekh raha tha, aur unke gaalon par aane wali laali se saaf samajh raha tha ki wo andar se kitni excited aur pareshan thin.

Khana khane ke baad Abbu ne ek lambi jamahi li aur kaha, "Saira, aaj main bohot thak gaya hoon. Main sone ja raha hoon."

Ammi ne sir hilaya aur unke peeche-peeche bedroom mein chali gayin. Main apne kamre mein aakar baith gaya aur time dekhne laga.

Raat ke lagbhag 10:45 baje, mere kamre ke darwaze par dheemi si aahat hui. Darwaza dheere se khula aur Ammi andar aayin. Unke haath mein garam doodh ka glass tha, jo unhone mere padhne ke bahaane banaya tha. Unka dupatta unki chhati par kaskar lapeta hua tha, par bra na hone ke karan unke bhari breasts kameez ke neeche dheere-dheere hil rahe the.

Ammi ne glass table par rakha, darwaza dheere se band kiya aur mere paas aakar kaapte hue dheemi aawaz mein boli, "Le beta, doodh pi le." Unki aawaz mein ek ajeeb si jhijhak aur sharm thi.

Maine unke bilkul paas aakar bilkul dheere se phusphusaya, "Ammi... taiyar rahiye. Maine Papa se baat kar li hai. Wo theek 11:30 baje aa rahe hain."

Ammi ne jhatke se meri taraf dekha, unki aankhein hairat aur darr se fati ki fati reh gayin, "Kya? Akash aa raha hai? Is waqt? Lekin tere Abbu..."

Maine unhe shant karne ke liye unka naram aur garm haath pakad liya aur kaha, "Aap bilkul fikar mat kijiye, Ammi. Abbu thake hue hain aur wo so chuke hain. Papa chupke se bedroom mein aayenge aur aapko Abbu ke bilkul bagal se uthakar mere kamre mein lekar aayenge."

Ammi ka jism ekdam se kaanp utha. Unka gora chehra sharm aur khauf ki garmi se bilkul surkh ho gaya. Wo haklate hue boli, "Nahi Idris... ye... ye bohot bada gunah hai. Agar wo jaag gaye toh main kya karungi? Main unke bagal se kaise uth kar ja sakti hoon kisi aur ke sath? Mujhe bohot darr lag raha hai."

Maine unhe aur uttejit karte hue kaha, "Ammi, darr ke aage hi toh asli maza hai. Sochiye, Papa aapke liye kitne bechain hain ki wo Abbu ke sote hue unke hi kamre mein aane ko taiyar hain. Aur aapko fikar karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Jab tak Papa andar rahenge, main pure waqt bahar corridor mein khada rahunga aur Abbu par nazar rakhunga. Aap bas bed par let kar sone ki acting kijiyega aur jab Papa aayein toh unhe chupchap apne sath aane dijiyega. Aap toh ab Papa ki amanat hain na?"

Ammi ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Unke andar ka darr aur unka dabba hua aurat ka jism, jismein unki sharmgah ke bilkul chikni aur nangi hone ke karan aur bhi sensitive ho chuki thi, is pure plan ke khayal se hi uttejit hone laga. Unki saansein tej ho gayin aur unhone dheere se apna dupatta sahi karte hue kaha, "Theek hai... par bohot dhyan rakhna. Agar unhe pata chala toh..."

Maine muskurakar unhe dilasa diya, "Sab theek hoga, Ammi. Ab aap jaiye aur Abbu ke sath letiye." Ammi ne sharmili aur garam nazar se mujhe dekha aur kamre se bahar nikal gayin.

11:00 baje: Bedroom se Abbu ke gehri aur bhari saans lene aur kharrate lene ki dheemi aawaz aane lagi. Wo sach mein bohot gehri neend mein so chuke the.

11:15 baje: Main dabe paon apne kamre se nikla. Main gate ke paas gaya aur uski lock ko dheere se khol kar darwaze ko bas sata kar chhod diya. Phir main Abbu ke bedroom ke paas gaya aur adhe khule darwaze se andar dekha. Dim zero-watt bulb ki roshni mein Abbu peeth ke bal so rahe the aur unke kharrate chal rahe the. Unke bilkul bagal mein Ammi leti hui thin. Unki aankhein khuli thin aur wo chhat ko dekh rahi thin. Unka seena tezi se upar-niche ho raha tha. Maine dheere se unhe dekh kar ungli se ishara kiya ki sab normal hai. Ammi ne dheere se sir hilaya aur unki thighs bechaini se thoda sikud gayin.

11:30 baje: Pure ghar mein sannata tha. Tabhi mujhe main darwaze ke paas halki si sarsarahat sunayi di. Main fauran chawkanna ho gaya. Darwaza dheere se khula aur andhere mein ek lamba aur chauda jism andar dakhil hua. Wo Akash tha.

Akash ke jism se darr aur excitement ka paseena saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Wo dheere-dheere aage badha. Maine andhere mein hi aage badhkar uski baah pakad li. Uska jism kaanp raha tha.

Maine uske kaan ke paas bilkul dheeme se phusphusakar kaha, "Papa, Abbu gehri neend mein hain. Aap seedhe andar jaiye. Ammi bed ke left side mein leti hain. Unhe dheere se jagakar yahan laiye. Main yahi corridor mein khada hoon."

Akash ne dheere se sir hilaya. Usne ek gehri saans li aur dabe paon master bedroom ki taraf kadam badhaye.

Main corridor ke kone mein khada ho gaya. Bedroom ka darwaza adha khula tha aur andar bilkul andhera tha. Mujhe wahan ki koi cheez saaf dikh nahi rahi thi, bas Abbu ke kharraton ki lagatar aawaz aa rahi thi.

Akash dabe paon darwaze se andar gaya aur us andhere mein gayab ho gaya. Ab mere dil ki dhadkan charam par thi. Main aaspas ki aawazo ko lekar behad chawkanna tha. Mujhe bedroom ke andar se bilkul dheemi sarsarahat aur bed ki halki si aawaz sunayi di. Mera dhyan bas is baat par tha ki kahin Abbu ki neend na toot jaye.

Tabhi achanak bedroom se Abbu ke kharrate kuch seconds ke liye ruk gaye, jaise unhone neend mein karwat li ho. Mera jism darr ke maare wahi freeze ho gaya. Main hallway ke andhere mein deewar se chipak gaya aur apni saans rok li. Wo do-teen seconds mujhe sadiyo jaise lage. Agar Abbu jaag gaye, toh hum sab yahin pakde jaate. Par thodi hi der mein Abbu ne ek lambi saans li aur unke kharrate phir se shuru ho gaye. Maine chain ki saans li.

Kuch hi seconds baad, mujhe bedroom ke andhere se do saaye dheere-dheere bahar aate dikhe. Akash ne Ammi ka haath pakda hua tha aur wo unhe lekar bahar aa raha tha. Ammi ke baal bikhre hue the aur wo darr se kaanp rahi thin. Akash unhe lekar seedhe mere kamre ke andar jane laga, par aur kareeb aakar usne mud kar mujhe dheere se kaha, "Idris, tu yahi galiyare mein khada reh aur poora dhyan rakh ki tera Abbu jaage na. Sab tere bharose hai."

Maine sir hilaya. Akash ne Ammi ke sath mere kamre mein dakhil hokar darwaza halka sa sata diya, par use poora band nahi kiya taaki mujhe aawaz aati rahe.

Main corridor ke andhere mein deewar se peeth tikakar khada ho gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Galiyare ke ek taraf se Abbu ke gehri neend ke kharrate aa rahe the, aur dusri taraf mere kamre ke andar se bilkul dheemi phusphusahat aur kapdon ki sarsarahat ki aawazein aa rahi thin. Main lagatar dono taraf dhyan lagaye khada tha. Lagbhag das minute beet chuke the. Is andhere mein khade hokar chawkidari karne ke romanch ne mere pajama ke andar mere lund ko bilkul lohe ki tarah khada kar diya tha.

Tabhi mere kamre ka darwaza dheere se thoda aur khula, aur Akash ne andhere mein apna chehra nikal kar mujhe andar aane ka ishara kiya. Usne dheere se mujhe bulaya, "Idris, chal andar aa."

Main darr aur excitement mein apne kamre ke andar gaya. Akash ne darwaza peeche se halka sa sata diya par latch nahi lagaya. Kamre ki dim roshni mein, Akash ne Ammi ko bed par dhakel diya tha. Ammi bed par leti hui sharmakar chhat ki taraf dekhne lagin. Unki kameez thodi upar chadh gayi thi, jisse unki gori kamar saaf dikh rahi thi.

Akash ne mere samne hi Ammi ki salwar ko waist se pakda aur use ekdam se neeche khinch diya. Ammi ki gori aur naye dhang se chikni ki hui sharmgah mere samne bilkul be-parda ho gayi. Unki thighs aur smooth skin chamak rahi thin. Bina baalon ke unki chut bilkul saaf aur halki pinkish chamak rahi thi.

Akash ne meri taraf dekhkar mazaak udane wale lahze mein kaha, "Dekh Idris... tune apni maa ko mere liye kitna chikna aur naram taiyar kiya hai. Par iska mazaa toh sirf ek asli mard hi le sakta hai. Chal, apni maa ke pairon ke beech zameen par baith."

Mera chehra sharm aur excitement se laal ho gaya. Akash ke order par main bed ke kinare, Ammi ki faili hui thighs ke bilkul beech mein zameen par ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Ammi ne sharm ke maare apni dono aankhein band kar li thin, unka gora jism uttejana aur sharm se tap raha tha.

Akash ne mere sarr par haath rakhkar use thoda neeche jhukaya aur ek behad dominant aur sharmnaak order diya, "Idris... chal, apni maa ki is chut par apne haath se thuk lagakar iske naram honthon ko gila kar, taaki ye aur chikni ho jaye aur mera lund bina kisi rukawat ke andar phisal sake. Main chahta hoon ki tu khud apne haathon se ise mere liye taiyar kare. Jaldi kar!"

Mera dil seene se bahar aane ko tha. Apni hi maa ki bilkul chikni aur nangi sharmgah par, kisi aur mard ke samne thuk lagana aur use chodne ke liye taiyar karna ek behad sharmnaak cuckold ehsaas tha. Maine Ammi ki taraf dekha, unhone sharm se apna munh pher liya tha par unki thighs halki si kaanp rahi thin.

Maine apne haath ki hatheli par khub saara thuk nikaala aur phir use apni ungliyon se Ammi ke garm, naram aur bina baalon ke pubic area par laga kar use sahlane laga. Maine unke chikne lips ko dheere se ungliyon se alag kiya aur unke andar tak thuk lagaya taaki wo bilkul geeli aur slip hone ke liye taiyar ho jaye. Mera touch unki nangi aur sensitive skin par hote hi Ammi ne ek dheemi aur kapti hui siski bhari, "Ah... Idris..."

Akash ne upar se hanste hue kaha, "Haan... acche se gila kar. Aur thuk laga. Sale, poori geeli ho jani chahiye teri maa ki chut."

Maine unke order ko maante hue unki gili aur chikni skin par hatheli se aur thuk lekar use acche se chikna kiya. Mera pajama ke andar lund ab bilkul phatne ko ho raha tha, par tabhi Akash ne mujhe ghurte hue kaha, "Idris, saale chup chap dekh."

Maine darr se apna haath peeche kar liya. Akash ne Ammi ki gori thighs ko pakada aur kaha, "Idris, ab apni maa ki dono thighs ko apne haathon se kaskar pakad aur unhe bahar ki taraf failaye rakh. Hilna bilkul nahi chahiye. Chal pakad!"

Maine Ammi ki naram aur gori thighs ko dono haathon se kaskar pakad liya aur unhe bilkul faila diya. Ammi bed ke bilkul kinare par peeth ke bal leti hui thin aur unki hips bed ke edge par thin, jisse unki bilkul chikni chut mere chehre ke bilkul samne unke dono pairon ke beech khuli hui thi. Akash unke pairon ke beech bed par ghutno ke bal khada ho gaya aur usne apne pajama se apna mota aur sakht lund nikala. Wo lund bilkul kisi pathar ki tarah sakht aur tanna hua tha, mota aur kala.

Maine Ammi ki thighs ko aur upar aur bahar ki taraf kaskar dhakela taaki rasta bilkul saaf ho. Akash ne bina kisi deri ke Ammi ke dono ghutnon ko upar ki taraf mod kar unhe bedsheet par thoda daba diya, aur apne mote lund ka top Ammi ke thuk se gili aur chikni chut ke muhaney par set kiya. Phir usne Ammi ke hips ko dono haathon se pakad kar apni taraf khincha aur ek zordaar dhakke ke sath apne pure lund ko ekdam se andar dhakel diya.

"Ahhh-ummm..." Ammi ke muh se ek dabi hui par behad garam aur dard bhari karah nikal gayi. Unhone fauran apna ek haath apne muh par rakh liya taaki unki aawaz bahar na jaye, aur dusre haath se bedsheet ko kaskar pakad liya.

Akash ne Ammi ke upar halka sa jhukte hue lagatar jhatke maarna shuru kiya. Main bilkul unke beech zameen par baitha Ammi ki thighs ko kaskar pakde hue tha, aur meri aankhon ke samne Akash ka mota aur kala lund Ammi ke naram, gile honthon ke andar poori tarah dhas raha tha aur phir bahar khinch raha tha. Jab Akash peeche khinchte, toh Ammi ki chut ki andaruni gulabi twacha thodi bahar ki taraf khinchti hui saaf dikhti thi, aur aage badhte hi wo mote lund ke sath andar chali jati thi. Har jhatke ke sath Akash ke andkosh Ammi ke gore hips ke neeche takra rahe the, jisse *thap... thap... thap...* ki rhythm chal rahi thi aur thuk aur chut ke paani ki wajah se har dhakke par ek geeli *chhip... chhip...* ki aawaz gunj rahi thi.

Akash ne mere sarr par ek thappad maara aur bola, "Kyun Idris, kaisa lag raha hai apni maa ko mere neeche tadapte dekh kar? Dekh, kaise tera Papa iski chut ki garmi nikal raha hai."

Maine kaapte hue kaha, "P-Papa... Ammi bohot hot lag rahi hain... aap bohot acche se chod rahe hain..."

Akash ne Ammi ke chehre ki taraf dekha, jo sharm aur uttejana se bilkul tamatar ki tarah laal ho chuka tha. Usne ek zordaar dhakka maara aur bola, "Saira... dekh teri paidaysh, tera ye kamzor beta kaise mere samne tere pair failaye khada hai, aur tera wo dhabba shohar doosre kamre mein gehri neend mein soya hai. Bol Saira, kya us banker ke bas ki baat hai tujhe is tarah pelna? Bol, kiska lund bada aur behtar hai?"

Ammi ne sharm ke maare apni aankhein band ki hui thin aur unke muh se dabe hue siskiyan nikal rahi thin, "Ahhh... Akashhh... please... use kamzor mat kaho... wo ab aapka bhi toh beta hai na... dekhiye kaise chupchap humare liye pair pakad kar khada hai... aur... aur us banker ke samne aapka lund bohot bada hai, wo toh kuch bhi nahi hain..."

Maine bhi sharm se sarr jhukate hue dabe lehje mein kaha, "Ji Papa... main toh aapka hi accha beta hoon. Aap mere naye Papa hain, main aapki har baat maanunga... aap bas Ammi ko pelte rahiye."

Akash ne apna haath Ammi ke dupatta ke andar dala aur unke bare breasts ko kaskar dabane aur masalne laga. Usne mere samne hi unhe buri tarah dabate hue kaha, "Idris, dekh apni maa ke is naram badan ko... kaise mere lund ke liye tadap raha hai."

Maine kaapte hue sir hilaya. Apni hi maa ko kisi aur ke haathon mein is tarah nangi aur bebas dekhkar, mere pajama ke andar mera lund bilkul phatne ko ho raha tha. Ammi ki chut bilkul saaf aur naram hone ke sath-sath ab lagatar chut ka paani chhod rahi thi jo Akash ke lund ke sath milkar aur bhi chikna ho gaya tha.

Akash ke jhatke ab aur tezi aur taqat se chalne lage the. Wo bilkul aakhiri hadd tak apna lund Ammi ke andar dal raha tha, jisse Ammi ka poora jism bed par hil raha tha. Ammi ki saansein bilkul ukhad rahi thin. Wo darr aur behad teez romanch ke maare bilkul pagal ho rahi thin. Unhe pata tha ki unka shohar deewar ke us paar so raha hai, aur unka beta unke pair pakad kar unhe kisi aur ke sath chodte hue dekh raha hai.

Akash ne apni speed aur badha di. Unke jhatke ab bilkul jungleeyana ho chuke the. Ammi ke muh se ab muffled cheekein nikalne lagin thin, jise wo pillow ko kaat kar dabane ki koshish kar rahi thin, "Mmmmph... ohhh... Akash... main... main gayi... ahhh..."

Ammi ka jism ekdam se akad gaya aur unki garm sharmgah ke andar ki muscles ne Akash ke lund ko kaskar jakad liya. Unhone apne dono pairon ko mere haathon ke andar hi zor se sikocha, unka pehla orgasm ho chuka tha aur unki chut ne khub saara paani chhod diya tha.

Akash ne bhi ek lambi aur bhari saans li, unki aankhein laal ho gayi thin. Unhone Ammi ke jism par apna poora wazan daal diya aur lagatar teen-chaar behad gehre aur taqatwar jhatke maare. Akash ne ek dabi hui cheekh ke sath apna saara garm aur gaadha veerya Ammi ki chut ke bilkul andar gahrayi mein unload kar diya.

Dono ka jism kuch seconds tak bilkul freeze ho gaya. Akash Ammi ke upar hi lete rahe, unki bhaari saansein chal rahi thin. Ammi ki aankhon mein sharm ke aansu the aur wo bilkul nidhaal ho chuki thin.

Kuch der baad, Akash bed se peeche hate. Unka lund jab Ammi ki chut se bahar nikla, toh wo veerya aur chut ke paani se bilkul lathpath tha, aur Ammi ki chut ke naram honthon se Akash ka safed maal dheere-dheere tapak kar bedsheet par gir raha tha.

Akash ne mere sarr par dobara haath rakha aur bola, "Idris, chal ab ek acche obedient bete ki tarah hume saaf kar. Ja bathroom se garam paani aur toliya lekar aa aur hume saaf kar. Chal jaldi kar."

Maine socha ki is waqt raat ke sannate mein bathroom jana, paani chalana aur toliya dhoondhna bohot bada kaam tha, aur isse aahat hone aur Abbu ke jaagne ka bada khatra tha. Darr ke maare maine fauran apna dimaag chalaya. Maine bina ek pal gawaye apni pehni hui shirt utari. Akash ke samne nange badan khade hokar, maine unke paas jakar unke lund par laga hua veerya aur gila-pan apni shirt se acche se poch kar saaf kiya. Akash ne muskurakar mere sarr par thapki di.

Phir main Ammi ke paas gaya. Ammi ne sharm ke maare apna muh chadar se chhipa liya tha. Maine unke pairon ke beech baithkar unki us bilkul chikni, surkh aur gili chut par lage gaadhe veerya ko apni hi shirt ke naram kapde se dheere-dheere saaf kiya. Unke inner lips par lage maal ko maine apni ungli se dheere se saaf kiya. Har touch par Ammi ka jism sharm aur uttejana se halka sa kaanp jata tha. Saaf karne ke baad, maine bina dhoye wahi veerya aur Ammi ke badan ke paani se sani hui shirt wapas apne jism par pehen li.

Akash ne apna pajama theek kiya aur dheere se bola, "Shabash Idris. Tu sach mein ek obedient beta hai. Ab apni maa ko salwar pehna aur chupchap bedroom mein chhod kar aa taaki shohar ko shaq na ho. Main nikal raha hoon."

Maine sir hilaya, "Ji Papa. Thank you."

Akash ne dheere se mere kamre ka darwaza khola aur dabe paon hallway se hote hue main gate se bahar nikal gaya. Maine gate ko dheere se sata diya.

Main wapas apne kamre mein aaya. Ammi bed par leti hui thin. Maine unki salwar uthai aur unke pairon mein daal kar unhe upar khinchne mein madad ki. Ammi ne sharmili aur dabi aawaz mein kaha, "Shukriya beta..."

Maine unhe sahara dekar bed se uthaya. Unke baal bikhre hue the aur chehre par abhi bhi wahi laali thi. Maine corridor mein pehle check kiya, sab bilkul shant tha aur Abbu ke kharrate abhi bhi aa rahe the. Maine Ammi ka haath pakda aur unhe dabe paon master bedroom ki taraf le gaya.

Ammi dheere se bedroom mein dakhil huin aur Abbu ke bagal mein jaakar let gayin. Unhone chadar apne upar odh li. Maine bedroom ka darwaza pehle ki tarah adha khula chhod diya aur wapas apne kamre mein aa gaya.

Maine apne kamre ka darwaza band kiya aur study table par baith gaya. Room mein wahi dim zero-watt bulb jal raha tha. Maine table par khuli hui Chemistry ki book ki taraf dekha, par mera dhyan padhai se meelon door tha. Maine dheere se apne dono haath uthaye aur unhe apne munh ke paas laya. Meri hatheli aur ungliyon par abhi bhi Ammi ke badan ki garam aur gili khushboo thi. Maine apne jism par wahi shirt pehni hui thi, jisme Papa ke lund se nikla gaadha safed veerya aur Ammi ki chut ka paani abhi bhi laga hua tha, jo dheere-dheere mere badan par sookh raha tha aur uski thandak mujhe aur uttejit kar rahi thi.

Mera pajama ke andar lund ab phatne ki hadd tak akad chuka tha. Maine pajama ke andar haath daal kar apne garam lund ko pakda aur use tezi se stroke karne laga. Stroke karte-karte meri aankhon ke samne wahi poora manzar ghumne laga jo abhi-abhi is kamre mein hua tha. Kaise Papa ne bina kisi darr ke humare hi ghar mein, Abbu ke sote hue, unke bedroom se Ammi ko chura liya tha. Kaise unhone mere hi samne Ammi ki salwar khinch kar unhe bilkul be-parda kar diya tha.

Maine socha ki Papa sach mein kitne bade aur mardana hain. Unka wo mota, kala aur pathar ki tarah sakht lund... aur unka wo roob... mere dimaag mein bas wahi chhaya hua tha. Mujhe apne naye Papa par ek ajeeb sa garv aur unki mardana taqat ke aage ek gahra aakarshan mehsoos ho raha tha. Wo sach mein Ammi ko poori tarah deserve karte hain. Ammi jaisi khubsoorat aur garam aurat ka maza lene ka haq sirf Papa jaise ek asli mard ko hi hai.

Aur sabse badi khushi mujhe is baat ki thi ki Ammi ne Papa ke samne mujhe unka beta kaha tha... 'wo ab aapka bhi toh beta hai na'. Wo alfaaz mere kaano mein gunj rahe the. Maine socha ki haan, main Papa ka hi obedient aur accha beta hoon. Unke liye ek acche bete ka farz nibhana aur Ammi ke pair failana, unka maal saaf karna... ye sab karke mujhe jo sharmnaak sukoon mila tha, wo bemisaal tha. Maine dimaag mein thaan liya ki main aage bhi Papa ka aise hi wafadar beta ban kar rahunga, aur unke har ek wild order ko chupchap poora karunga. Apne naye Papa ke is naye darje aur unki mardana taqat ke aage main ab poori tarah surrender kar chuka tha. Maine ek aakhiri tezz jhatke ke sath apne lund ko masla aur mera saara veerya dhar-dhar karke meri hatheli par nikal gaya, aur main thak kar bed par gir gaya.

haa aise hi bete ke samne maa chudai honi chahiye...
ab maa beta ye sab detail me discuss karein to maja aa jaye..

 

[rjr--]

mast story likh rahe ho bhai, padh kar maza aa gaya.

Meri taraf se ek chhota sa suggestion:

Ab tak story me Aakash ka character bahut dominant aur clever dikhaya gaya hai, jabki Idris aur uski mummy har baar uski baaton me aa kar chutiya ban jaate hain. Agar aage ki story me Idris aur uski mummy dheere-dheere Aakash ke jhaanse me naa aakar apne liye khud stand lena shuru karen, to story aur bhi interesting lag sakti hai.

Mujhe lagta hai ki character development tab aur strong hoga jab Idris apne dar aur kamzori ko paar karke khud par bharosa karna seekhe. Saath hi uski mummy bhi apne faisle khud lene lage aur kisi ke pyar ya influence me aakar nahi, balki apni vartmaan parivarik stithi aur bhavishya ke hisaab se kaam kare.

Aakash bahut hi dominant aur overconfidence waala ladka hai par agar uski overconfidence hi uski sabse badi kamzori ban jaaye, to readers ko story me ek naya twist aur balance dekhne ko mil sakta hai. Mujhe lagta hai ki aise development se story aur bhi engaging aur satisfying ho sakti hai.

 

[Rahul 1234]

Update kab tak aaye ga

 

[chandamadam]

Great going..... One of the best desi erotica I have ever read.

 

[chitrasen]

Bro thoda jaldi do naa interesting story

 

[xxxsimplewriterxxx_]

Chapter 53


Subah ki dhoop khidki ke parde phaad kar meri English ki book ke upar gir rahi thi. Main chair par baithe kab se pages palat raha tha par ek bhi line dimaag mein nahi ghusi. Kal raat jo Ammi ne mujhe bataya tha — OYO room, doggy style, wo crotchless panty, unke muh mein Papa ka garam maal — ye sab ek lambi, garmi bhari reel ki tarah mere zehn mein ghoom raha tha. Kitab ke alfaaz bas kaale dhabbey ban ke reh gaye the.

Maine pen neeche rakhi aur kamre se bahar nikla. Corridor mein purane tiles ki thandak pair ke talwon ko chhu rahi thi. Dining table par Abbu baithe the — safed shirt, kaali patloon, office ka wahi thaka hua uniform. Ek haath mein chai ka pyala, doosre mein subah ka akhbaar. Wo chai ki lambi chuski le rahe the, aur unka poora dhyan kisi stock market ki khabar par tha.

Maine darwaze ki chaukhat par tik kar unhe dekha. Ye aadmi, ye shareef, seedha-saadha banker — iske ghar ki rani kal dopahar kisi aur mard ki godi mein ulti seedhi hokar unka lund choos rahi thi. Isi ki biwi ki gardan par us mard ke daanton ka nishan chamak raha hai. Aur ye yahan chai peete hue akhbaar padh raha hai jaise duniya mein sab theek chal raha ho. Mujhe us waqt apne andar ek ajeeb sa tharki faqr mehsus hua — Papa ke haq ka guroor, jaise main unki team ka hissa hoon aur hum jeet chuke hain.

Main aage badha aur kitchen mein daakhil hua. Chulhe par tawa garam ho raha tha. Ammi peeth kiye khadi thin, aate ki loyi ko apne gori naram haathon se daba-daba kar gundh rahi thin. Har dhabbe ke saath unke hips mein wo jaani-pehchaani lachak aa rahi thi. Par aaj kuch alag tha — unka dupatta. June ki us jalta hui garmi mein, jab pankhe ki hawa bhi loo ban kar aa rahi thi, Ammi ne apna suti dupatta gardan ke gird aise lapeta hua tha jaise sardiyon ki oon ka muffler ho. Gardan ka ek inch bhi khula nahi tha. Maathe par paseene ki boondein lad rahi thin par dupatta wahin jakda hua tha.

Main bina aahat kiye unke peeche pahuncha. Itne qareeb ki mera seena unki peeth ko almost chhu raha tha. Unke baalon se sarson ke tel ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi. Maine apna muh unke kaan tak le jakar, bilkul naram aawaaz mein kaha, "Sardiyan aa gayi kya Ammi? Ya gardan mein saanp ne kaat liya?"

Ammi ka haath loyi par wahi ruk gaya. Unka poora jism ek jhatke se akad gaya jaise bijli ka karnta laga ho. Wo tezi se mudi, unka aate se sana haath mere seene par aa laga, aur unhone fauran dining room ki taraf ghabra kar dekha jahan Abbu baithe the. Phir unki aankhein mujh par aag barsane lagin.

"Idris!" unhone itni dabi awaaz mein daanta ki alfaaz daanton ke peechhe se nikal rahe the. "Tujhe sharam nahi aati? Tere Abbu dus kadam par baithe hain... agar unhone sun liya toh? Bhag yahan se!"

Maine haath jod kar masoomiyat ka natak kiya par mere hothon par muskurahat thi. Tabhi corridor se Abbu ki awaaz aayi — "Saira, tiffin?" Ammi ne meri taraf ek qatilana nazar daali, phir palat kar chulhe ki taraf mudi aur boli, "Haan, do minute."

Agle paanch minute qayamat ke paanch minute the. Ammi ne kaanpte haathon se tiffin pack kiya, chai ka aakhri pyala diya. Abbu ne kursi se uth kar tiffin uthaya, chappal pehan kar gate ki taraf badhe. "Main chalta hoon, raat ko thoda late hounga." Gate khula, band hua. Scooter ka engine ghurghuraya, phir dheere-dheere mohalle ke mod par gum ho gaya.

Jaise hi wo aakhri awaaz ghuli, Ammi ka jism aise dheela pada jaise kisi ne unke andar se hawa nikal di ho. Wo chulhe ki slab par dono haath tek kar jhuk gayin, sar neeche. Ek lambi, bhaari saans chhodi — "Ya Allah... mera dil toh muh mein aa gaya tha. Jab wo tiffin lene kitchen mein aaye toh laga seedha meri gardan hi ghoor rahe hain."

Maine unka kandha thaam kar kaha, "Aao kamre mein. Dikhao kitna bura hua hai."

Hum bedroom mein aa gaye. Ammi ne sheeshe ke saamne khadi hokar apne kaanpte haathon se dupatta dheere-dheere khola. Kurte ka collar neeche kheencha. Aur jaise hi wo nishan saamne aaya, main khud ek kadam peeche hat gaya.

Raat ko jo surkhi thi, wo ab ek gehra neela-baingani daag ban chuka tha. Papa ne wakai mein kachcha gosht samajh kar noach khaaya tha Ammi ko — us hickey ke beech mein daanton ke halke nishan bhi the, jaise kisi janwar ne apne shikar par apni mohr laga di ho. Ye koi chhota sa luv-bite nahi tha, ye toh poora warname tha Ammi ki gori skin par.

"Baap re..." Ammi ne sheeshe mein dekh kar apna matha pakad liya. "Ye toh aur phail gaya hai. Neela pad raha hai bilkul. Agar kisi ne dekh liya toh main kya muh dikhaungi?"

"Baraf lagani padegi," maine kaha. "Ruko, laata hoon."

Main kitchen gaya, freezer se baraf ke teen-chaar tukde nikale aur ek saaf suti rumal mein lapete. Wapas aaya toh Ammi bed ke kinare baithi thin, dupatta dheela, gardan ka wo sharmnaak nishan bilkul khula hua. Kamre mein chhat ke purane pankhe ki wahi "khat-khat-khat" gunj rahi thi aur seelan bhari hawa gal rahi thi.

Main unke bagal mein baith gaya — itna qareeb ki hamari raan ek doosre ko chhu rahi thin. Maine baraf ka rumal dheere se unki gardan par us neele daag ke upar rakha.

"Ssss!" Ammi ki aankh band ho gayi aur unka poora badan ek jhatke se kaanp utha. Unki gori skin par, jahan baraf lagi, chote-chote royen khade ho gaye. Main rumal ko dheere-dheere gol ghumata raha, aur unki garmi us baraf ko chanda-chanda pighlati rahi.

"Papa ne toh aapko kachche gosht ka tukda samajh ke noach khaaya hai Ammi," maine unke kaan ke paas muh le jakar kaha. "Ye daag toh aisi lag rahi hai jaise kisi bhookhe sher ne apni shikaar par nishaan chhoda ho."

Ammi ne aankhein band rakhe hue hi haanpte hue kaha, "Hatt badmash... chup kar ke lagata ja, maskhara mat ban." Par unke hothon ke kone par ek halki si muskurahat thi — koi bhi aurat apne jism par apne mard ki is tarah ki chhap dekhkar andar se khush hoti hai, chahe muh se laakh inkaar kare.

Baraf pighalni shuru ho rahi thi. Rumal mein se thanda paani rirhne laga. Ek boond unki collarbone se phisal kar neeche ki taraf beh chali — seedha unke kurte ke andar, wahan jahan unke bhare hue seene ki gahri taraash shuru hoti thi. Ammi ne us thandak ko mehsus kiya aur unka badan sikud gaya, par haath uthane se pehle hi maine apni ungli se us boond ko unke cleavage ke bilkul muhaane par rok liya aur halke se poachh diya.

Meri garam ungli unki thandi, geeli skin par lagi toh Ammi ka saans ruk sa gaya. Unka seena ek pal ke liye akad gaya. Unhone meri taraf dekha — aankhon mein sharm thi, thoda sa dhikhawa gussa tha, par kuch aur bhi tha jo wo chhipa nahi pa rahi thin. "Tu bhi na Idris..." bas itna kaha unhone, dabi awaaz mein. Par mera haath hataya nahi.

Panch minute aur baraf lagane ke baad maine rumal side mein rakha. Nishan ki surkhi thodi halki pad gayi thi, par wo bainganee rang abhi mehfooz tha — ye jaane mein do-teen din lagenge. "Thoda kam hua hai. Din mein do-teen baar baraf lagana padega," maine kaha.

Ammi ne halki si rahat ki saans li aur bed par thoda peeche ho kar takia se tek laga liya. Dupatta kandhe par dheela pada tha. Kamre mein bus pankhe ki aahat thi, aur hum dono ek doosre ke itne qareeb baithe the ki hamare baazoo chhu rahe the.


Kuch der khamoshi rahi. Phir maine unke haath ko apne haath mein liya aur bola, "Ammi... ek baat batao honestly."

"Kya?" unhone thoda sakht hokar pucha, jaise pehle se tayyar ho ki main kuch shaitaani puchne wala hoon.

"Kal jab Papa ne wo crotchless panty ke us khule hisse mein se seedha apna sakht lauda aapke andar daala tha... toh kaisa laga tha? Pehli baar aisa kuch kiya tha na aapne?"

"Idris!" Ammi ka chehra gulaab ki patti jitna surkh ho gaya. Unhone mere baazu par zor se chapat lagayi. "Ye kya tarika hai apni Ammi se baat karne ka? Pagal hai kya tu?"

"Bas honestly puch raha hoon," maine masoomiyat se kaha. "Aap toh mujhse sab share karti hain, toh ye bhi bata do na."

Ammi ne meri taraf se nazar pheri. Kuch pal khamosh rahi. Phir dheeeeeme se, jaise khud se baat kar rahi hon, bolin — "Wo... alag tha. Panty pehni hui thi par... sab kuch khula tha. Jab unka garam touch us kapde ke beech se aaya toh... lagta hai jaise kapda aur skin dono ek saath pighal rahe hain." Unhone apni ungliyan bedsheet par phirayin. "Bohot wild tha."

Maine andar se ek garmi mehsus ki — wo satisfied guroor jo mujhe tab aata hai jab Papa ki dominance ki tasdeeq hoti hai. "Dekha Ammi, Papa jaante hain aapke jism ko kaise jalana hai. Aur aap bhi andar se yehi chahti thin, tabhi toh itna maza aaya."

Ammi ne mujhe ghoor kar dekha par daanta nahi. Bas apna dupatta ungliyon mein lapet-ti rahi.

Maine topic ko thoda mod diya — "Ammi, meri class mein ek ladka hai na, Faizan. Uski Ammi hain na — shakal aam si hai, par jab wo school mein aati hain toh sab ke abbu ghoor-ghoor ke dekhte hain. Jaanti ho kyun?"

"Kyun?" Ammi ne uthte hue pucha, despite khud ko.

"Kyunki wo hamesha fitted kapde pehenti hain. Tight churidaar, fitted kurti, lipstick lagakar aati hain. Figure unka aapse aadha bhi nahi hai Ammi, par kapde aise pehenti hain ki log sochte hain koi model aa gayi."

Ammi ne hasi rok kar boli, "Toh? Har aurat thodi na tight kapde pehen sakti hai. Wo alag hogi, main alag hoon."

"Ammi, alag kya ho? Aapka figure toh unse das guna better hai. Bas aap ise in dheele, phike kapdon ke neeche dafna kar rakhti hain. Kisi ko dikhta hi nahi."

"Mujhe kya karna hai dikhake?" Ammi ne naak-bhoun sikod kar kaha. Par main jaanta tha ki ye sawal nakli hai — kal ke market trip mein jo mardo ki nazrein unhe mili thin, wo nasha abhi utra nahi tha.

"Dikhake ye karna hai ki Papa aur zyada paagal ho jayein aapke liye," maine seedha nishana lagaya. "Ammi, aap agar thoda aur modern ban jao na — thode fitted kapde, thodi grooming — toh Papa toh seedha aapke pairon mein aa jayenge. Abhi bhi pagal hain, par tab toh haath jod ke baithe rehenge."

Ammi kuch bolne wali thin par ruk gayin. Unke chehre par ek soch ka saaya aaya — jaise andar kuch hil gaya ho. Phir bolin, halki si udaas awaaz mein, "Par mujhe toh dhang se lipstick lagani nahi aati. Choodi bhi aam waali pehenti hoon. Mujhe kisi ne kuch sikhaya hi nahi."

"Isliye toh main hoon na," maine unkaa haath dabaya.

Main utha aur kamre ke kone mein unki purani lohe ki almirah ke paas gaya. Us almirah ko khola toh "krrr" ki awaaz aayi, jaise boodhi almirah ne karaahte hue muh khola ho. Andar se naphthalene ki goli aur saste attar ki basi mehak aayi. Maine ek-ek karke kapde dekhne shuru kiye.

"Ammi, ye kya hai?" Maine ek phiki, rangeen pad chuki cotton ki bra nikaali aur unke saamne latak kar dikhaayi. "Ye toh naaani ke zamaane ki lagti hai. Isme toh koi support hi nahi hai — dhili, patli, seedhi."

Ammi ne sharm se meri taraf dekha, "Toh aur kya pehnu? Mujhe yehi milti hain bazar mein."

Maine doosri bra nikaali — usi jaisi. Phir teesri. Sab ki sab wahi kahaani — sasti suti bra jinke hooks dhile pad chuke the, jinke cups mein koi shape hi nahi tha. Maine unhe bed par rakh diya jaise kisi jurm ki gavahi pesh kar raha hoon.

"Ammi, Papa jaise mard ke liye ye? Jiski biwi ka figure aisa kamaal ka hai, uski almirah mein ye toothi-phoothi bra? Ye toh aisi baat hui ki Mercedes mein punctured tyre lagaye ho."

Ammi haath jod kar hasne lagin. "Tera dimaag kharab hai. Bra mein Mercedes kahan se aa gayi?"

"Ammi, suniye — aaj kal padded bra aati hain, underwire wali. Shape deti hain, lift deti hain. Aur pushup bra toh..." maine apne haathon se ishaara kiya, "poora scene badal deti hai. Papa dekhenge toh seedha behosh."

Ammi ki aankhen chaudi ho gayin. "Pushup? Ye kya hota hai?"

"Yehi toh problem hai. Aapko pata hi nahi ki duniya mein kya-kya available hai." Maine almirah band ki aur wapas bed par unke paas aaya. "Ek kaam karo, khade ho."

"Kyun?" unhone shak se pucha.

"Bas ek chiz dikhani hai. Trust karo."

Ammi jhijhakti huin khadi huin. Main unke peeche gaya. Maine dressing table se do safety pin uthayin aur unke dheele kurte ko peeche se pakad kar kaskar kheencha. Phir ek pin unki kamar ke paas lagai, doosri thodi upar. Kurta unke jism par chipak gaya — jaise doosri chamdi ban gayi.

"Ab sheeshe mein dekho," maine kaha.

Ammi ne aaine mein khud ko dekha — aur unki aankhen phail gayin. Jo aurat do minute pehle dheele kurte mein ek thaki hui gharelu biwi lag rahi thi, wahi ab fitted kapde mein ek bilkul alag insaan dikh rahi thi. Unka poora figure — bhari chhati, patli kamar, chaude hips — sab kuch is dheele kapde ke neeche chhupa tha jo ab saamne aa gaya tha.

"Ya Allah..." Ammi ne apna muh haath se dhak liya. "Itna farak padta hai bas kapda kasne se?"

"Yehi toh keh raha hoon Ammi," main unke kandhe ke paas aakar khada hua aur aaine mein unhe dekh kar bola. "Figure toh hai aapka — sab se zyada. Bas kapde galat hain. Ye dheeli bra, ye dheela kurta — isme aapka jism ghut raha hai. Agar sahi kapde hon, toh aap kisi se kam nahi."

Ammi aaine mein khud ko ghoor rahi thin — ek aisi nazar se jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Wo apne aap ko pehchan rahi thin, jaise barson baad kisi purani photo mein apni jawani dekh li ho. Maine socha ki agar Papa abhi aaine ke saamne hote toh kya haal hota unka — seedha Ammi ko uthake bed par patak dete.

"Lekin..." Ammi ne dheere se kaha, abhi bhi aaine mein dekh rahi thin, "ye pin lagake toh bahar nahi ja sakti na. Fitted kapde chahiye toh khareedne padenge."

Maine unki baat par muskuraya. Ye wo lamha tha jiska mujhe intezaar tha.

"Toh chaliye khareedne."


Dopahar ke teen baj rahe the jab hum ghar se nikle. Ammi ne andar wahi tight blue jeans aur chhota top pehna tha — wohi jo Papa ne unhe movie date ke liye dilwaya tha — aur upar se ek bada sa kaala dupatta poore sar aur chehre par is tarah lapeta tha ki sirf unki kaajal lagi aankhein dikh rahi thin. Gardan bhi dhaki thi — wo neela nishan abhi bhi apni jagah tha.

Auto mein baithe toh Ammi bilkul sidhi, akdi hui baithi thin jaise hospital ja rahi hon. Main unke bagal mein baitha tha.

"Ammi, relax. Seedhi baithiye, confidence se. Aap koi chori nahi kar rahi, kapde khareedne ja rahi hain."

"Chup kar," unhone dabi awaaz mein kaha. "Mera dil dhak-dhak kar raha hai. Agar koi jaanne wala mil gaya toh?"

"Hum badi market ja rahe hain. Wahan koi nahi pehchanta."

Auto shehar ki badi market mein ruka. Dopahar ki dhoop tez thi par bazar ki bheed mein guzar ho rahi thi — chai tapri par budhe chacha baithe the, sabjiwale chilla rahe the, auto ka horn har do second mein baj raha tha. Hum auto se utre aur Ammi fauran mujhse chipak gayin, jaise bheed mein kho jayengi.

Par jaise hum chalne lage, tamasha shuru ho gaya. Ammi ka chehra toh dupatte se dhaka tha, par jeans unki bhari thighs aur gol hips par aisi chipki thi ki raah chalte mard apni gardan ghuma-ghuma kar dekh rahe the. Ek uncle ne toh sabji ka thela lagbhag chhod diya — unki nazar Ammi ki kamar par aise jamm gayi jaise uspe koi aayat likhi ho.

Maine Ammi ke kaan mein fusphusaya, "Dekha Ammi? Wo sabji wale uncle — unke muh se toh paan girne wala hai aapko dekh kar."

"Hatt!" Ammi ne mere baazu par maar lagayi. Par maine dekha — dupatte ke peeche unki aankhein chamak rahi thin. Wo darr rahi thin, par us darr ke neeche ek dabi hui khushi thi jo bahar aane ko tadap rahi thi.

Hum galiyaan naapta hue us hisse mein pahunche jahan ladies ke kapdon ki dukaan thin. Wahan ek chhoti si dukaan thi jiske bahar "Ladies Undergarments" ka purana board laga tha. Dukaandaar ek aadhed umar ka marwadi tha jo paan chaba raha tha.

"Ammi, andar chaliye," maine kaha.

"Nahi!" Ammi fauran ruk gayin. "Main wahan tere saath nahi ja sakti. Log kya sochenge — beta apni maa ke saath bra khareed raha hai?"

"Log kuch nahi sochenge. Aur waise bhi aapko pata thodi hai ki kya lena hai. Chalo, main hoon na."

Maine unka haath pakda aur halke se kheench kar dukaan ke andar le gaya. Dukaandaar ne hume dekha — ek jeans-top mein chhipi hui aurat aur uska teenage beta. Uski aankhen thodi confused huin par usne kuch nahi kaha.

"Bhaiya, padded bra dikhao. 36 size," maine bilkul normal awaaz mein kaha, jaise roz ki shopping ho.

Ammi mere peeche chhipi huin mujhe ghoor rahi thin. Unki aankhein keh rahi thin — 'tujhe zameen mein gaad dungi.' Par maine unki taraf dekha bhi nahi.

Dukaandaar ne shelf se teen-chaar bra nikaal kar counter par rakhin. Ek simple padded beige wali, ek kaali underwire wali, aur ek pushup jo dekhne mein hi smart lag rahi thi.

Maine ek padded bra uthayi aur Ammi ki taraf mudi. "Ammi, ye dekho — isme padding hai, shape aayegi. Aur ye underwire se lift milegi." Maine bilkul dheere se kaha taaki dukaandaar ko na sunaayi de, par Ammi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin.

"Rakh neeche!" unhone dabi awaaz mein kaha, par unki nazar us pushup bra par gayi aur tik gayi.

"Wo wali pasand aayi?" maine pakar liya. "Bhaiya, wo kaali pushup bra bhi do."

Ammi ne sharm se mera kurta kheencha par kuch bol nahi paayin. Dukaandaar meri taraf dekhta raha — uski samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki ye ladka itne confidence se apni ammi ke liye bra kyun khareed raha hai. Par usey kya, bechna hai toh becho.

Maine do bra final ki — ek beige padded aur ek kaali pushup. "Bhaiya, ye dono pack kar do." Dukaandaar ne bill banaya, maine apni pocket se paisa nikaala aur de diya.

Ammi dukaan se bahar aayi toh unke haathon mein wo chhota sa plastic ka bag tha aur unka chehra dupatte ke peeche laal tha. Wo tezi se chalne lagin jaise koi picha kar raha ho.

"Ruko Ammi, auto karna hai."

Hum ek khali auto mein baithe. Jaise hi auto chala, Ammi ne mere ghutne par zor se maar lagayi.

"Tujhe sharam naam ki koi cheez hai Idris? Us dukaandaar ke saamne tu 'padded bra, pushup bra' chilla raha tha jaise sabji khareed raha ho!"

"Maine dhimaayi se kaha tha Ammi, aur waise bhi dukaandaar ka kaam hai bechna, use kya farak padta hai," maine haste hue kaha.

Ammi gusse ka natak karti rahi par phir achanak unki nazar us plastic bag par gayi. Unhone dheere se bag khola aur andar se us kaali pushup bra ko chupke se chhua — unki ungliyan us narm padding par phiri, hooks ko dekha, underwire ko mehsus kiya. Unke chehre par gussa pighal kar ek aisi curiosity ban gayi jo chhupaye nahi chhup rahi thi.

"Ye sach mein... shape degi?" unhone itni dabi awaaz mein pucha ki auto ke shor mein main mushkil se sun paaya.

"Ammi, ye pehan kar jab Papa ke saamne jaogi na, toh wo pagal ho jayenge. Aapka seena aise uthega ki unse bardaasht nahi hoga."

Ammi ne jaldi se bag band kiya aur apni godi mein dabaya. Wo khidki se bahar dekhne lagin par maine dekha — unke hothon par ek dabi hui muskurahat thi, aur wo bag ko aise seene se laga kar pakdi huin thin jaise koi keemti tohfa mila ho.

Auto garmi ki loo cheerta hua mohalle ki taraf badh raha tha. Hum dono chup the, par us khamoshi mein ek ajeeb si garmjoshi thi. Ammi ke haath mein wo naya bag tha, unki gardan par wo purana nishan, aur humare darmiyaan wo khufiya rishta jo har guzarte din ke saath aur mazboot hota ja raha tha.


Ghar pahunchte hi Ammi ne seedha bathroom ki taraf qadam badhaye jaise koi mujrim apne jurm ke saboot mitane bhaga ho. Paanch minute mein wo wapas baahar aayin — wahi boring beige salwar-suit, wahi dheela dupatta, wahi aam aurat. Lekin unki chaal mein aaj kuch alag tha. Market ki shopping bags unke haathon mein jhool rahi thin aur unke chehre par ek aisi chamak thi jo naye kapde khareedne ke baad sirf aurton ke chehre par dikhti hai.

Maine drawing room mein pankhe ke neeche let kar unhe dekha. "Ammi, bag toh rakh do pehle. Ek zaroori kaam baaki hai."

"Kaisa kaam?" unhone bag sofa par rakhte hue pucha, ek bhaunw uthake.

"Fitting check karna zaroori hai na. Naye undergarments aise bag mein band rakh dogi toh kya fayda? Pata bhi nahi chalega size sahi hai ya nahi."

Ammi ne mujhe aisa ghura jaise maine unse kisi mele mein naachne ko kaha ho. "Hatt! Tu nahi dekhega ye sab. Apni kitaab khol aur padhai kar."

Maine bed par utthke baith kar haath jode. "Ammi, auratein apni khaas sakhiyon ke saamne change karti hain, kya farak padta hai? Main koi ajnabi thode hi hoon. Aur waise bhi, agar size galat nikla toh wapas kaise karogi? Dukaan wala toh mard tha, uske saamne try nahi kar sakti."

Ye logic unhe rokne ke liye kaafi tha. Unke chehre par ek lamha jhijhak dikhi, phir unhone bag uthaya aur bedroom ki taraf palat gayin. "Darwaza band rahega. Tu bahar intezaar kar."

"Jee Ammi, bilkul. Main yahan deewaar se chipak kar khada rahunga jaise koi farishta."

Andar se kisi drawer ke khulne ki awaaz aayi, kapde ke sarsaraane ki halki si aahat, phir achanak chuppi. Do-teen minute guzre. Phir darwaza halka sa khula aur Ammi baahar aayin, wahi beige kurta pehne, par neeche ab naya padded bra tha.

Farak itna saaf tha jaise kisi ne TV ki picture quality SD se HD mein badal di ho.

Wo dheela, laplapata kurta — jismein pehle unka seena ek sadharan pathar ki deewar lagta tha — ab achanak se zinda ho gaya tha. Naye bra ki wajah se unki chhatiyan ek proper, gol aur bharpur shape mein ubhar kar aayi thin. Kapda wahi tha, jism wahi tha, par silhouette bilkul badal chuka tha. Jaise kisi purani haveli ki puraani deewar par achanak naya paint chadh gaya ho aur andar ki asli khubsurti dikhne lagi ho.

Maine seeti baja di. Ek lambi, filmi wali seeti.

"IDRIS!" Ammi ne mere kandhe par thappad maara, par unki awaaz mein gussa kam aur khushi zyaada thi. "Badtameez! Aise seeti maarta hai apni Ammi ko dekhkar?"

"Ammi, seeti galti se nikal gayi. Main kya karu, aap jab aise... kuch dekhne laayak nazar aao toh muh khula reh jaata hai." Maine utthkar unhe sheeshe ke saamne khalda kiya. "Ruko, abhi toh aadha kaam hua hai. Ye kurta toh dheela hi hai. Asal rang toh tab dikhega jab ise tight kiya jaaye."

Pehle jaisi resistance ab nahi thi. Shayad market mein mardon ki nazar ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha, ya shayad naye bra ki wajah se unhe pehli baar apne seene par ek ajeeb sa confidence mehsus ho raha tha. Unhone chupchap meri taraf peeth kar di.

Maine dressing table se wohi do safety pins nikaalin aur kurte ke peeth ke kapde ko pehle se zyaada kaskar, zyaada nap-tul ke saath pin karna shuru kiya. Is baar mere haath mein kal wala andaaza aa chuka tha. Pin lagate waqt meri ungliyon ke pore unki garm peeth ki haddi ke naale se ragadte rahe, par dono mein se kisi ne zikar nahi kiya.

Jab dono pin lag gayin, maine ek qadam peeche hatke unhe dekha.

Aaine mein khade hue Ammi ne apni nazar khud par daali — aur phir wahi ruk gayin.

Unke hoth halke se khule rahe. Aankhen badi ho gayin. Naya padded bra + tight kurta + safety pin ka jadoo = ek aisi shakl jo unhe khud apni nahi lag rahi thi. Unki chhatiyon ka ubhaar ab itna saaf, itna gol aur itna confident dikh raha tha ki lagta tha jaise koi modeling ka photo shoot ho raha ho. Kamar ki line, seene ka curve, gardan ki lambayi — sab kuch ek doosre se milkar ek aisi tasveer bana raha tha jo kisi art gallery mein tangne laayak thi.

"Ye... ye main hoon?" unhone aaine ko chhoote hue pucha, jaise check kar rahi hon ki sheeshe mein koi aur toh nahi khada.

"Dekha Ammi?" maine unke kandhe ke peeche se aaine mein unki nazar pakadke kaha. "Aap toh hain hi mast... bas pehle kisine dikhaya nahi tha aapko. Na aapne khud ko kabhi dekhne ka moka diya, na kisi aur ne mehnat ki."

Ammi kuch nahi bolin. Bas khadi rahi, aaine mein apni hi shakl ko ghoorti hui, jaise pehli baar khud se mili hon. Unke hoth par ek halki si, behad narm muskurahat thi — wo waali muskurahat jo kisi se kuch kehne ke liye nahi hoti, sirf apne aap ko maaf karne ke liye hoti hai, ki haan, main bhi khubsurat hoon, main bhi jawaan hoon.


Shaam ko saat baje ke aas-paas Ammi mere kamre mein aayin, haath mein shopping bags liye. Darwaza band karte hi unhone seedha meri cupboard ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Ye sab yahan chhupa. Tere Abbu ko in bags ka bhi pata nahi chalna chahiye, warna poochenge ki naye bra khareedne ki zarurat kya aayi."

Maine cupboard khola aur bags ko andar us kone mein rakhne laga jahan pehle se Ammi ki crotchless panty chhupi hui thi. Ammi bhi mere paas aakar khadi ho gayin aur bags ko arrange karne mein haath lagane lagin. Dono milkar us cupboard ke andhere kone mein saaman chhupaate rahe — jaise do chor apni loot ka hisaab kar rahe hon.

"Tera cupboard toh mera secret locker ban gaya hai," Ammi ne halka sa haskar kaha. "Ek taraf wo panty, doosri taraf naye bra... agar tere Abbu ne ye cupboard khol li toh seedha heart attack aa jayega."

Maine haskar bags ko kapdon ke neeche dabaya. "Ammi, Abbu ko meri cupboard se kya lena? Unhe toh bas apna akhbaar aur chai chahiye."

Hum dono bed par baith gaye. Ammi ne beshekha apni gardan par haath phera — wahi jagah jahan hickey ka nishan tha. Dupatte ke neeche se unki ungliyan us daag ko chhoo rahi thin jaise koi dard wali jagah baar-baar dabata hai.

"Idris... ye nishan aur kitne din rahega? Tera Abbu subah chai peete waqt mujhe ajeeb nazar se ghoor raha tha. Agar ek-do din aur raha toh main kya karungi?"

Maine sochne ka natak kiya. Phir ek bilkul masoom chehra banakar, jaise koi medical fact bata raha hoon, bola — "Ammi, aap janti hain aaj kal auratein apne mard ka... pani... apne chehre par lagaati hain? Kehte hain skin mein glow aata hai, nishan bhi jaldi mit jaate hain. Facial treatment bolte hain ise."

Pehle toh Ammi ne mujhe aisa dekha jaise maine koi maths ka formula suna diya ho jo samajh nahi aaya.

"Facial? Kaisa facial? Parlour wala?"

"Nahi Ammi, ghar wala. Mard ka... matlab wo jo mard ke jism se... pani nikalta hai... wo."

Ek second ka sannata.

Phir unke chehre par samajh ki lahar aayi — dheere-dheere, jaise subah ka andhera hatke sooraj niklta hai, bas ye sooraj unhe andha kar gaya.

"IDRIS!" Ammi ka haath uthha aur seedha takiye par gira jo unhone mere muh par de maara. "YE KYA BAKWAS BOL RAHA HAI TU?! Tu sach mein pagal ho gaya hai! Tujhe sharam nahi aati apni Ammi ke saamne aisi gandagi bol raha hai?!"

Doosra takiya bhi aaya. Maine dono haathon se block kiya, par hasi rok paana namumkin tha. Ammi mujhe maarte-maarte khud bhi itni bhadak gayi thin ki unki saansein phool gayin.

"Kahan se seekhta hai tu ye sab?! Kon padhata hai tujhe ye ghinauni baatein?!"

"Ammi, internet par likha hai! Research hua hai is par! Modern couples mein common hai ye... skincare ka hissa hai," maine takiye ke peeche se bola, meri awaaz hasi se toot rahi thi.

"Skincare?! SKINCARE?!" Ammi ne ek aur thappad maara, par is baar wahi phool ka jaisi maar thi. "Mard ka ganda maal chehre par lagana skincare hai?! Kaisi duniya mein ji raha hai tu?!"

"Ammi, sacchi! Protein hota hai usme. Collagen. Vitamins. Pura science hai iske peeche."

"Science! Hatt!" Unhone dupatta thik kiya aur meri taraf se muh pher liya.

Khamoshi.

Pankhey ki awaz.

Phir, bina meri taraf dekhe, bilkul dheemi awaaz mein — "Sacchi? Log karte hain ye...?"

Main apna muh seedha rakhne ke liye apne gaal ke andar ka gosht kaatte raha. "Haan Ammi. Shehar ki modern auratein toh... routine mein daalti hain ise. Unhe dekhkar pata hi nahi chalta ki umr kya hai. Bilkul glow karta hai chehra."

Ammi chup rahi. Unki ungliyan apne dupatte ke kone ko lapet rahi thin — wahi harkat jo wo tab karti hain jab dimaag mein kuch baith raha hota hai par muh se bolna nahi hai.

"Hatt! Mujhe aisi gandi salah mat de Idris. Main kaisi maa hoon jo apne bete se ye sab sun rahi hoon," unhone finally kaha, par awaaz mein wo pehle waali teekhi dhaar nahi rahi thi. Wo uthkar jaane lagi, par darwaze par ruk gayi. Meri taraf dekha. Muh khola. Phir band kiya. Phir chali gayin.

Main akela bed par baitha, apni hansi ko takiye mein dafn kar raha tha. Beej bo diya gaya tha. Ab bas paani dena baaki tha — aur wo kaam Papa ka tha.


Raat ke saadhe gyaarah. Ghar mein wahi maut jaisa sannata jisme sirf fridg ki gunj aur kisi darwaze ke peechhe Abbu ki kharraaton ki aahat sunai deti hai.

Meri aankh nahi lag rahi thi. Main pada tha bed par, chhat ghoor raha tha, dimaag mein poore din ke scene reel ki tarah chal rahe the — market mein mardon ki ghoorne wali nazrein, aaine ke saamne Ammi ka wo "ye main hoon?" wala lamha, facial wali baat par unki aag-babula aankhein aur phir wo dabi awaaz mein "sacchi...?" puuchna.

Paani peene ka bahana banake main rasoi ki taraf gaya. Fridge khola, gila gilaas muh se lagaya. Tabhi living room ki taraf se ek halki si roshni aayi — phone ki screen ka safed chaukona andhere mein chamak raha tha.

Ammi sofa par baithi thin. Kaan se phone laga, ek haath mein dupatte ka palla daba kar. Unki saans dheemi aur gehri chal rahi thi. Jab unhone mujhe dekha toh pehle chauki, phir — hairat ki baat — unhone mujhe haath se ishaara kiya. Paas aa.

Main dabe paon gaya aur unke bilkul bagal mein sofa par baith gaya. Itna paas ki hamari baazuein chhu rahi thin. Unhone phone ko halka sa tilt kiya, aur Papa ki bhaari, garm, gundai bhari awaaz mere kaano mein utarne lagi.

"...Saira, tumhara kal ka wo gaadha nasha abhi tak mere khoon mein ghul raha hai. Yaad hai jab tum us OYO ke andhere mein, us gande bistar par, mere aage doggy style mein jhuki thi? Tumhare hips meri hathelion mein aise bhar rahe the jaise kisi sarkari mele mein taaze matke rakhe hote hain..."

Ammi ki saans ruki. Unhone hothon par zuban pheeri aur bilkul sargoshi mein jawab diya — "Yaad hai... sab yaad hai Akash. Wahan aapki pakad itni sakht thi ki aaj subah bhi meri kamar mein dard tha..."

Maine unki kohni ko halka sa chhua aur bilkul beawaaz muh banaya — 'Tight kurte ki baat batao.'

Ammi ne mujhe ek nazar se dekha, jismein thodi jhijhak aur bohot saari shararat thi. Phir phone par boli — "Akash... pata hai aaj kya hua? Meri ek... ek purani kurta thi, maine use peeche se safety pin se kaskar fit karwaya apne upar. Jab aaine mein dekha toh mujhe khud par yakeen nahi hua. Meri... meri dono chhatiyan kapde ko phaadne ko ho rahi thin. Mera beta bol raha tha ki main kisi item se kam nahi lag rahi."

Phone ke us paar se Papa ki saans ek jhatke se teez hui. "Kya boli tum? Safety pin lagwa kar tight kiya? Mere liye? Suno Saira — agli baar jab milogi, wahi kurta pehanke aana. Us kurte ke neeche naya padded bra aur us crotchless panty ke siwa kuch nahi hona chahiye. Samjhi?"

"J-jee..." Ammi ki awaaz kaanp gayi.

Mere andar ek ajeeb sa faqr ubhar raha tha. Meri seedhi-saadhi Ammi, jo subah dupatte mein gardan chipaye Abbu ke saamne chai dhaul rahi thi, wahi aurat ab andhere mein apne aashiq ko kapdon ki fitting ka haal bata rahi thi. Aur main — unka beta — theek unki baazoo se chipak kar, sab live sun raha tha. Is se bada cuckson ka maza aur kya ho sakta hai.

Maine dubara unki kohni chhuyi. Hothon se banaya — 'Ab facial wali baat...'

Ammi ne mujhe aisa dekha jaise maine unhe aag mein koodne ko kaha ho. Unka chehra andhere mein bhi garm dikha. Unhone sir hilaya — nahi.

Maine phir ishaara kiya. Bhoondh jhuka kar, haath jodkar — please.

Ammi ne apni aankhen band ki. Ek gehri saans li. Phir ek bilkul phatphatati, kaanpti awaaz mein phone par boli — "Akash... wo... maine ek baat suni hai..."

"Kya?"

"Wo... kehte hain ki... aaj kal modern auratein apne mard ka wo... pani... apne chehre par lagaati hain. Glow aata hai chamdi mein. Nishan bhi jaldi mit jaate hain..."

Ek lamha ka sannata. Itna gehra sannata ki maine apna dil dhadakte suna.

"...Aur... karoge mere saath aisa? Apna maal mere chehre par..."

Phone ke us paar se Papa ki ek lamba saans lene ki awaaz aayi — jaise kisi ne unke seene par bhaari patthar rakh diya ho, par wo patthar unhe sukoon de raha ho. Jab wo bole, toh unki awaaz pehle se do note neeche gir chuki thi, itni bhari ki phone vibrate hone laga.

"Saira... tumne ye kahan se seekha?" Unki tone mein hairat kam, maliki zyada thi.

"Bas... suna tha kahin..."

"Suna tha. Accha." Papa ki awaaz ab wahi hukm waali shaan mein aa gayi thi. "Toh suno dhyan se. Jab main tumse agli baar milunga, aur jab tumhe apne neeche dabake poori tarah thak-haar jaane dunga... tab main bed se uthke tumhare bilkul saamne khada hounga. Tum apne ghutne par baithogi mere saamne, apna gora chehra upar uthake meri taraf dekhogi — aur main tumhare hothon par, tumhare gaalon par, tumhari band aankhon par apna sara thos, gaadha maal dheere-dheere tapkaunga. Ek-ek boond. Tum apna muh band rakhogi aur sirf mehsus karogi jab mera garm ras tumhari khuli chamdi par behta hua neeche aayega..."

Ammi ka haath — jo sofa ke armrest par pada tha — achanak fisal kar meri jaangh par aa gaya. Unki ungliyan meri thigh par kaskar dab gayin, jaise koi doobta hua aadmi kisi takhte ko pakadta hai. Main hila nahi. Saans bhi nahi li.

"...Aur jab main khatam ho jaunga," Papa ki awaaz jaari rahi, "toh tum apni ungliyon se wo garm maal apne poore chehre par malaai ki tarah phailaaogi. Apni gardan par bhi. Aur phir isi haal mein — nangi, bheegi, mere maal mein lipti hui — mere saamne aakar wahi aaine mein dekhogi jismein tum apni tight kurta mein dekh rahi thin. Tab tumhe pata chalega ki asli glow kapdon se nahi, apne mard ki mehnat se aata hai."

Ammi ki ungliyon ka dabaav meri jaangh par barh gaya. Unki saans ab choti-choti hichkiyon mein aa rahi thi. Unke hoth kaanp rahe the par unke gale se ek gehra, ghuti hui, "Haan... jaisa aap kahenge..." nikla.

Main wahi baitha raha. Bilkul saakut. Mere pant ke andar tanav is qadar tha ki dard ho raha tha, par main hila nahi. Ye lamha mera tha — meri seedhi-saadhi Ammi, jo din mein "hatt badmash" bol kar marti hai, wahi abhi Papa ko phone par aise submit kar rahi thi jaise koi shagird apne ustaad ke saamne sir jhukaye khada ho. Aur is poore tharki tamashey ka sutradhar, is saare khoobsurat gunah ka architect, main tha — unka beta — unke bagal mein baitha, live show dekh raha tha. Is ehsaas ne mujhe ek aisi khoobsurat garmi di jo kisi bhi jharne se barh kar thi.

"Ab so jao. Chupchap. Sapne mein bhi mera chehra dikhna chahiye, samjhi?" Papa ne apne trademark hukm ke sath call kaat diya.

Phone ki screen andhere mein bujhi toh Ammi ka haath meri jaangh par wahi ruka raha. Do-teen saans ka waqfa. Phir unhone dheere se haath hataya, jaise andhere mein koi chori pakdi gayi ho.

Unki saans abhi bhi bhari thi. Unhone apne garm chehre par dono hatheli rakh leen aur dabi awaaz mein bolin — "Idris... tune mujhse ye kya bolwa diya... meri toh jaan nikal gayi... Akash ab sach mein agle hafte ye karenge aur main... main ye sab maan bhi gayi..."

Maine andhere mein muskurate hue kaha, "Maine? Maine toh kuch nahi kiya Ammi. Maine toh bas apki kohni chhui thi. Ye toh aapke andar ki aurat bol rahi thi. Jo saalon se chup baithi thi, aaj baahar aayi."

Ammi ne apna haath chehre se hataya aur mujhe ek lambi, thaki hui, par behad garm nazar se dekha. Phir achanak jaise hosh aaya ho — "Bhag yahan se badmash! Raat ke baara baj rahe hain aur tu yahan baitha mujhse ye sab sunwa raha hai. Padhai kar ja apni."

"Padhai? Ammi, abhi toh aapne mujhe itna accha practical lesson de diya —"

"IDRIS! Bhag!"

Main haste hue utha aur apne kamre ki taraf chala. Darwaza band karte waqt ek aakhri baar palat kar dekha — Ammi abhi bhi sofa par baithi thin, andhere mein, phone ko apne seene se chipkaye, jaise koi bahut qeemti cheez ko sambhal rahi hon.

Kamre mein aakar maine darwaza band kiya. Bed par leta. Chhat ghoor rahi thi mujhe wapas, wahi purane pankhe ka saaya gol-gol ghumta hua.

Poore din ka hisaab mere dimaag mein ek film ki tarah chala — subah ka baraf wala lamha, aaine mein Ammi ka wo "ye main hoon?" kehna, market mein mardon ki bhookhi nazrein, facial ki baat par unka bhadakna aur phir dabi awaaz mein "sacchi...?" poochna, aur aakhir mein andhere sofe par Papa ki bhari awaaz aur Ammi ki jaangh par kasi ungliyan.

Mere haath ne khud-ba-khud neeche ka raasta dhundh liya. Pant ke naade khule. Kadi, tani hui garmi mutthi mein aayi. Aankhein band ki toh saamne wahi scene tha — Ammi, ghutno par, chehra upar, Papa ka garm maal unke gaalon par behta hua. Teen-chaar ragad, jism ainth gaya, aur mera apna gaadha pani haath mein nikal aaya. Ek gehri, lambi saans — jaise poore din ki bijli ek baar mein ground ho gayi.

Tissue se haath saaf kiye. Pant ka naada baandha. Study table ki kursi kheenchi aur English ki book khol li.

Ye humara roz ka silsila ban chuka tha — aag, raakh, sukoon, padhai. Is tareeqe se jeena ab itna fitri ho gaya tha jaise saans lena. Ye khel ab hamare khoon mein ghul chuka tha, aur hum teeno — main, Ammi, aur Papa — is nashe ke itne aadat ho chuke the ki iske bina ab zindagi adhuri lagti.

 

[Cuck_Son_Rizwan]

Awesome and lovely update

 

[TedBundy]

Another blockbuster and extremely erotic update

 

[DK99]

Very much interesting and excellent update

 

[affa]

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