MAA KI GARAM RAAZ: BETE KE SAATH GILI DATING: PART 2.
### Chapter 2: Pizza, Pillow Ladai Aur Late Raat
Subah ki pehli kiran khidki ke parde ko chhed kar andar ghus aayi, jaise koi chhupa hua raaz dheere-dheere khul raha ho. Shyamala ki aankhein khuli, lekin neend abhi bhi uske badan mein sulag rahi thi – raat ki woh goodbye hug ki yaad, Sourav ka mazboot badan uske curves se chipka hua, uski garam saans gardan par mehsoos hoti hui. Woh bed par leti rahi ek pal, haath se apne pet ko chhua, jahaan ek halki si garmi abhi bhi baaki thi. "Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe?" socha, lekin muskurahat aa gayi gaalon par, jaise yeh gunah nahi, balki ek purana sapna jaag utha ho. 39 saal ki umar mein, talaq ke baad ki tanhai ne usko andhera de diya tha, lekin aaj yeh roshni – beta ka lautaana, uski muskurahat, woh ponytail mein baandhe baal. Dupatta se utri, simple pink salwar kameez pehna, jo uski gardan ko khula chhodta tha aur kamar ke curves ko dheere se sehlaata tha. Aaina mein dekha, baal sambhale, laal bindiya lagayi – traditional, lekin andar se sulagti hui.
Kitchen ki taraf badhi, pairon ki chappal ki awaaz marble par goonj rahi thi. Coffee banane lagi, strong elaichi wali, jaise Hyderabad ki subah ko jagati ho. Phone ki screen par Priya ka message jagmaga utha: "Maa, classes ke baad shaam ko aaungi. Raj ko bhi le aungi, bhai se milne ka excitement! Love you." Shyamala muskurayi, reply type kiya – "Haan beta, wait kar rahi hoon. Biryani banayungi." Lekin mann kahin aur tha. Beti ki khushiyan dekh kar dil khush hota, lekin ab yeh beta... uska naya roop, woh neeli aankhein eyeliner se chamakti hui, laal honth. Ek halki si chubhan, jalti hui – kyunki Priya ko woh pyaar mil raha jo usko kabhi nahi mila, aur Sourav ke saath yeh... yeh alag tha, jaise paani ki boondein gir rahi hon, dheere se, lekin gehri.
Tabhi Sourav ke room se dheemi awaaz aayi – darwaza khula tha, aur woh andar hil raha tha. Shyamala ruk gayi, dil ki dhadkan tez. Andar jhankti hui dekha – woh bed par let gaya tha, t-shirt thoda upar sark gaya tha, pet ki mazboot lines saaf dikhti hui, shorts se taangein faili hui. Jet lag ki thakaan chehre par, lekin woh athletic body, gym ki mehnat se ubhari hui, jaise koi temptation khadi ho. "Sourav?" awaaz di dheere se, andar aayi. Woh utha, baal bigde hue, neeli aankhein khuli: "Maa... good morning." Awaz gehri, American accent ki chhaap ke saath, lekin pyaar bhari. Muskuraya, haath se baal peeche kiye, t-shirt sidhi ki – lekin woh movement mein uski seene ki muscles hil gayi, Shyamala ki nazar ruk gayi wahan ek second ke liye, phir jaldi side ki. "Subah ho gayi beta. Jet lag theek?" poocha, paas baith gayi bed ke kinaare par, haath uske haath par rakh diya – soft touch, lekin andar se current sa.
"Haan maa, bas thoda ghum raha sir. Bhook lag rahi hai buri tarah," bola woh, pet pakadte hue, muskurata hua. Shyamala hans padi, haath hataaya: "Arre, flight ka khana bhool gaya? Chal, kitchen chal. Kuch banati hoon." Dono uthe, Sourav peeche-peeche chala, uski nazar uski kamar par thehri ek pal – pink kameez se woh sway, jaise jaan bujhkar. Kitchen mein pahunchte hi, woh counter par tik gaya, t-shirt ke neeche se paseena chamak raha tha subah ki garmi se. "Maa, nashta simple nahi. Kuch fun karte hain – pizza? America mein roz khata tha, lekin yahaan tera style daal dena." Shyamala ki aankhein chamak uthi, yeh idea jaise unke beech ki deewar ko dheere se hilata hua. "Pizza? Theek hai beta, lekin junk wala nahi. Fresh dough banaayenge, veggies daalenge, cheese homemade. Healthy rahega, aur mazedaar."
Dono lage kaam par, kitchen chhota tha lekin ab unke saanson se bhara hua. Shyamala ne fridge khola, tomatoes, onions, bell peppers nikaale – laal tamatar haath mein liye, kaat te hue socha, kitne juicy. Sourav counter par maida daal raha tha, pehli baar try kar raha, haath mein atta chipak gaya, muskurahat sharmaahat mein badal gayi. "Maa, yeh toh gadbad ho rahi! America mein toh ready base hi use karte." Shyamala paas aayi, apron pehna apne upar, uske haath uske haathon par rakhkar: "Arre, aise gundo beta. Dheere se, paani daalo thoda-thoda. Jaise... jaise pyaar de rahe ho ise." Ungliyan phisli atta ki namii mein, uski ungliyon se uski mazboot haathon tak, ek halka sa slip, lekin touch itna intimate – Shyamala ka dil dhadka, garmi badh gayi gardan par. Sourav ne dekha, neeli aankhein uski kaali aankhon mein mili: "Tera touch magic hai maa. Yeh dough ab mera dost ban gaya." Hansi chhoot gayi dono ki, lekin hawa mein ek namii si reh gayi, jaise baarish ke pehle ke baadal.
Dough tayyar, rolling pin se belaya – Shyamala leads kar rahi thi, Sourav paas khada, body brush hoti hui galti se. Toppings daalte hue, cheese grate karta woh, haath uske haath se chhu gaya, ruk gaya ek pal. "Maa, yeh cheese... teri tarah soft lag raha," bola tease mein, awaaz dheemi. Shyamala ke gaal sulag uthay, lekin muskurayi: "Badmaash, kaam kar apna." Oven on kiya, 200 degrees, tray andar – 15 minute ka intezaar, lekin woh baith gaye counter par, paas-paas. Khushboo failne lagi dheere-dheere, garlic ki teekhi, oregano ki khushbu, jaise unke beech ki hawa ko masaledaar bana rahi ho. Sourav ne poocha: "Maa, America mein pizza parties hoti thi, dost logon ke saath. Lekin akela feel karta tha kabhi-kabhi. Papa busy, new family." Shyamala ka haath uske kandhe par gaya, rub karte hue: "Ab akela nahi beta. Yahaan main hoon, hamesha." Touch lamba ho gaya, uski ungliyan uske seene ki edge tak phiri, lekin ruk gayi – andar se ek laalach, lekin abhi control.
Pizza tayyar, garam- garam nikaala. Table par baith gaye, plates mein slices – steam uth rahi thi, cheese melt ho raha, strings ban rahi. Sourav ne pehla bite liya, honth se cheese khincha, aankhein band: "Maa... yeh toh heaven hai. Fresh, garma garam, bilkul teri tarah." Shyamala ka dil hil gaya, apna slice kaat te hue: "Papa ne nahi sikhaya yeh? Woh toh... door the na." Sourav ne sir hilaya, bite ke baad: "Nahi maa, unke paas time kya. New wife ke saath dinners, main hostel mein akela. Tu hi thi, video calls mein recipes sikhaati. Ek baar Thanksgiving par, tune biryani ka secret bataaya – usi se pet bhara tha." Shyamala ki aankhein nam ho gayi, haath uske haath par rakh diya, ungliyan interlaced: "Ab roz banaayungi beta. Tu mera assistant ban ja kitchen ka. Yeh... humara secret." Table ke neeche pair chhue, galti se shuru, lekin ruk nahi gaye – uski taang uski taang se ragad kha rahi, dheere se, jaise baat sirf khane ki nahi, kuch gehre ki. Pizza slice-dar-slice khatam hota gaya, baatein lambi – Priya ki college life, Raj ka sweet nature, Vikram ki badmaashiyan. "Woh saala kehta tha, 'Bro, teri maa kidnap kar loon toh?'" Sourav bola hans kar. Shyamala ke gaal laal: "Badmaash! Kal mall jaayenge teeno, dekh lenge usko."
Khaana khatam, pet bhara, lekin utsaah abhi baaki. Sourav utha, haath badhaya: "Maa, ab ghar explore karte hain proper. Bed pe kudna hai!" Shyamala hans padi, haath pakad liya: "Arre beta, tu bachcha hai kya?" Priya ke room se shuru – empty bed, K-pop posters, bookshelves. "Yeh teri behen ka kingdom," boli Shyamala, haath se ek book uthaya. Sourav paas khada, uski khushboo mehsoos – fresh cologne mili pizza ki. Phir uska room – simple, khali wardrobe. Andar gaya woh, bed par kud pada: "Maa, yeh kitna soft! America ke hostel se behtar." Shoes utaar, jumping shuru – pair hilate, t-shirt upar sark rahi, pet ki V-lines chamak rahi paseene se. Shyamala darwaze par tik gayi, haath kamar par: "Sourav, dheere! Chhat hil jayegi, gir jayenge." Lekin uski nazar uske badan par thehri, woh muscles flex karte, jaise koi dance ho.
Yeh khel badh gaya. Sourav ruk gaya, pillow uthaya, uske taraf dekha: "Maa, aa ja. Ya phir... yeh le!" Pillow ud gaya, halka sa uske kandhe par laga, baal ud gaye. Shyamala ki hansi chhoot gayi, chillayi: "Arey tu! Dekh ab!" Counter se pillow uthaya, maara seedha – uske seene par laga, woh dodge kiya lekin hans pada. Counter attack, pillows udne lage room mein – goonjti hansi, badan hilte, sweat ki boondein. Shyamala bed par gir padi, cushion pakad kar counter maara, lekin Sourav uske upar aa gaya, haath se haath pakad liye: "Haar gayi maa! Ab maafi maang, warna..." Saansein tez, badan chipke – uska seena uske soft breasts se dab gaya, gardan par uski saans garam, honth itne paas ki woh laal chamak dikhti. Shyamala ka dil zor se dhadka, garmi neeche fail gayi, jaise ek boond pani ka. "Haan... jeet gaya beta," boli dheere, awaaz kamp rahi, haath uski peeth par phir gaye, muscles mehsoos karte. Ek pal ruk gaye wahan, time jaise ruka, phir woh peeche hataya, gaal sulagte: "Ab utth, warna Priya aa gayi toh gossip karegi."
Ladai khatam, Sourav bed par let gaya, thakaan se aankhein bhaari: "Maa, jet lag maar raha. Bas 10 minute so jaun?" Shyamala paas baith gayi, haath se baal chhua, ungliyan scalp par phirti: "So ja beta, main yahin hoon. Jaise bachpan mein." Woh so gaya, saansein regular, chehra masoom. Shyamala dekhti rahi, haath dheere se uske gaal par, phir peeth par – woh garmi abhi bhi baaki, pillow fight ki. Dil mein socha: "Yeh mera beta, lekin ab... yeh laalach kyun?" 10 minute hue, phir 20, ek ghanta. Phone vibrate utha – 15 missed, Vikram se. Shyamala daudi, haath se hilaya: "Sourav, uth na! Vikram pareshan ho raha." Aankhein khuli, confused: "Kya time?" Phone uthaya: "Yaar, so gaya tha bro." Vikram: "Saale, kidnap? Police!" Sourav hans: "Nahi, maa ke saath tha. Jet lag. Kal mall, teeno." Call khatam, woh utha, kapde badle – jeans tight, t-shirt jo uski body ko hug kar rahi thi.
Goodbye hug darwaze par – badan se badan mila, haath peeth par phire, saans gardan par lagi, ek pal ruk gaye wahan jaise jaan bujhkar. Shyamala ki ungliyan uski kamar par slip hui, towel ki yaad taaza karte hue, lekin woh boli: "Ja beta, shaam ko aa jaana. Priya wait kar rahi hogi." Sourav ne kamar dabayi halka, muskurata: "Haan maa, tu bhi rest kar. Tera hug... best medicine hai." Darwaza band hua, flat sun-suna laga jaise, lekin Shyamala kitchen mein khadi rahi, haath se counter chhua, woh garmi abhi bhi badan mein – pillow fight ka chipakna, pizza ke time ka touch. Shaam ka intezaar shuru, lekin andar se sulagti hui.
Dusri taraf, Sourav Uber mein baitha, hotel ki taraf – Banjara Hills ka woh fancy resort jahaan Vikram temporarily shift hua tha job ke liye. Phone par Vikram ka message: "Jaldi aa saale, beer thanda hai. Teri maa ki stories sunane ka time!" Sourav muskuraya, lekin mann mein Shyamala ki yaad – pink kurta mein woh curves, ladai mein uska seena dabte hue mehsoos. Hotel pahuncha, lobby se upar room 502 mein. Darwaza khula tha, Vikram andar sofa par laet gaya, tattoos wali arms cross kiye, gym body tight t-shirt mein. Beer can haath mein, dusra Sourav ko extend kiya: "Aa gaya hero? 2 ghante late! Soch raha tha teri maa ne tujhe kha liya andar hi." Sourav hans pada, can pakad liya, sip liya thande beer ka: "Arre yaar, jet lag maar raha tha. Maa ke ghar pahuncha, pizza banaya saath, phir pillow fight – bachpan jaisa mazaa. Kidnap nahi, ghar jaisa feel ho raha."
Vikram ki aankhein chamak uthi, beer rakh diya table par, paas baith gaya dheere se, awaaz mein ek sulagti hui curiosity: "Pizza saath? Pillow fight? Bro, details de... slow se bata, jaise main wahan tha. Teri maa... wahaan kya pehni thi? Pink kurta wala jo maine photos mein dekha? Uski woh curvy kamar, ass jaise... fuck, bilkul ripe mango jaisi, hilti hui chalti hai na? Kitchen mein jab dough gundh rahi thi, uski ass ka woh sway... socha toh haath lag jaye, dabao aur mehsoos karo uski softness, jaise pillow lekin garam, juicy." Sourav ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya beer se, lekin sip liya dusra, yaad taaza karte hue dheere bola: "Haan yaar... pink salwar kameez, dupatta halka sa sark gaya tha kaam karte hue. Dough gundhte time usne haath mere haathon par rakhe – soft, warm, ungliyan phisli atta mein. Aur ass... god, jab bel rahi thi, uski kamar jhuki, woh curve ubhar aaya, tight salwar mein outline saaf. Hil rahi thi dheere-dheere, jaise invite kar rahi ho touch ke liye. Socha, agar haath rakh doon toh woh bounce karegi haath mein, soft flesh, neeche tak juicy feel."
Vikram ka muh khula dheere se, haath se apna knee ragad raha tha excitement se, awaaz neeche: "Fuck... aur bata bro, pillow fight? Jab gir gayi uske upar? Uska seena... teri maa ke boobs, yaar. Photos mein dekha toh perfect round, deep cleavage, 36D at least, blouse tight mein nipples ki shape dikhti hogi na? Jab dab gaye tere seene se, kaisa laga? Soft jaise cotton candy, lekin heavy, bounce karte hue? Soch, agar muh laga do toh woh laal honth jaise nipples chusne ke, garam, milky taste." Sourav ne beer ka can table par rakha, aankhein band kar li ek pal, yaad mein doobte hue: "Haan saale... ladai mein jab uske upar pada, woh boobs seedhe dab gaye mere seene par. Soft, lekin firm – jaise do ripe melons, blouse ke neeche se heat mehsoos hui, nipples hard ho gaye the thoda, ragad kha kar. Heavy feel, dabane ka mann kiya, squeeze karo aur dekho kaise hilte hain haath mein. Aur uske honth... laal, juicy, chillate hue 'haar gayi' bola toh khule the, moist, kiss karne ka mann kare – soft lips, andar se garam, tongue touch kare toh melt ho jayen."
Vikram ne shoulder patka halka, saans tez: "Bro, tu lucky bastard hai. Ab soch neeche... teri maa ki pussy. Shaved hogi na, tight, pink lips wali, juicy jaise amrood ka andar. Jab close hui, koi khushboo mehsoos hui? Wet hone par woh gili ho jayegi, fingers daalo toh slip karegi andar, hot walls grip karen lund ko. Ass ke saath, doggy mein toh kya scene – curvy cheeks faili hui, beech mein woh juicy hole chamak raha." Sourav hans pada thoda, lekin neeche tight ho gaya, awaaz dheemi: "Yaar... pillow mein jab kamar pakdi, neeche tak haath slip hua galti se, uski ass ke neeche woh heat mehsoos hui, pussy ki jagah. Tight hogi, juices se bhari, honth wali soft, lick kare toh taste mile – sweet, tangy, maa ki khushboo mili hui. Socha, agar shorts sark doon toh woh gili folds dikhen, fingers andar daalo aur suno moans, laal honth kaat te hue." Dono ki saansein bhari ho gayi, beer ke cans khali hue dheere-dheere, baatein jaise sapna, lekin garam. Vikram ne aakhir bola: "Kal mall mein flirt karunga, dekhna kya kehti. Lekin tu maze le ghar jaake." Sourav ne topic badla: "Chup kar pervy. Kal plan confirm."
Baatein khatam, Sourav utha shower ke bahane: "Yaar, fresh ho jaaun. Jet lag abhi bhi." Bathroom mein gaya, darwaza band, pani garam on kiya – steam fail gaya, mirror dhundla. T-shirt utaari, shorts neeche, underwear utra – badan nanga, mazboot lund semi-hard ho gaya baaton se, maa ki yaad. Pani ke neeche haath chalaya, shoulders se shuru, phir pet par, neeche pahuncha – shaved area clean, lund pakad liya dheere se, upar-neeche hilaya slow. "Fuck... maa ke boobs, woh soft dabna... juicy pussy gili... curvy ass hilti... laal honth kiss..." socha, speed badha dheere-dheere, moans dheeme, pani ki awaaz mein chhup gaye. Imagination mein Shyamala nangi, boobs hilte, pussy chamakti, ass faili, honth khule moan karte. Climax aaya slow build se, cum pani mein beh gaya, saans tez. "Pervy saala Vikram," socha muskurata, lekin maze liya poora – yeh naya jazba, ghar ka, garam.
Shower khatam, towel lapeta bahar aaya, kapde pehne. Vikram so gaya tha sofa par, TV on. Sourav bed par let gaya, phone check – Shyamala ka message: "Beta, aa gaye? Priya aa rahi hai shaam ko." Reply: "Haan maa, thoda rest. Miss kar raha." Shaam hone lagi, ghar wapas ka plan. Pizza ki khushboo abhi mehka rahi mann mein, pillow ki ladai, aur ab yeh baatein – raaz aur gehra, gili dating shuru ho chuki, lambi raat ka intezaar.
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