Fantasy Mummy ki pyaas naukar ne bujhai

[Razzak]

Updated

Mummy ne jaldi se kaha,
“Theek hai, ab kaam par lag jao. Paani ki baalti aur jhaadu wahan rakha hai.”
Ali ne sir hilaya aur kaam shuru kar diya, lekin har thodi der mein uski nazar mummy ki taraf uth rahi thi — khaskar unki chhaati aur kulhon par. Maine poore samay nazar rakhi. Mummy ko bhi asahaj lag raha tha, kyunki wo baar-baar apna dupatta sambhal rahi thi.

Aage——

Main sab kuch chupchaap dekh aur sun raha tha. Shaam dhal chuki thi. Ali bagiche ka kaam khatam karke ghar ke andar aa gaya tha. Mummy ne use andar bulaya aur saamaanya swar mein kaha,


“Ali, ye kaam karke ab ghar mein ponchha laga dena. Farsh ganda ho gaya hai.”

Ali ne bade hi ghinaune andaaz mein hanste hue jawab diya,

“Ji… ji memsahab…”

Jab wo hans raha tha to uske peele, gande, daant saaf nazar aa rahe the. Wo hansi itni ghinauni thi ki mujhe ulti aane lagi. Mummy ne uski taraf dekha, lekin kuch nahi boli. Phir wo apne kamre mein chali gayi.

Main wahi sofa par baith gaya aur TV on kar liya, lekin meri nazar baar-baar Ali par hi thi. Ali neeche farsh par baithkar ponchha laga raha tha. Usne apni purani fati lungi pehni hui thi. Jaise hi wo jhukkar ponchha lagane laga, maine saaf dekha ki uski lungi ke aage ek bada sa ubhaar ho gaya tha. Lungi ka kapda tana hua tha aur usmein se uska mota lund saaf ubhra hua dikh raha tha. Wo bahut bada aur mota lag raha tha, jaise koi lamba-mota saanp lungi ke andar chhipa ho. Ali baar-baar lungi ko haath se theek kar raha tha, lekin ubhaar kam nahi ho raha tha. Saaf pata lag raha tha ki wo mummy ke baare mein gande khayal soch raha hai.

Tabhi mummy apne kamre se bahar aayi. Unhone haath mein papa ke kuch purane kapde pakad rakhe the — ek shirt aur pant.


Mummy ne kaha,“Ali, ye lo… sahab ke purane kapde hain. Inhe pehen lena. Ye gande kapde utaarkar phenk do.” Aur nahaya karo, ye gandi badbu aati rehti hai tumse.

Ali turant khada ho gaya. Usne apne haath apni lungi par ponchhe, jisse lungi aur bhi tight ho gayi aur uska mota lund ka ubhaar aur saaf dikhne laga.

Mummy ne shayad dhyan diya ho ya na diya, lekin mera to gaya tha.

Phir wo mummy ke paas aaya aur kapde lene ke bahane usne jaanbujhkar mummy ki ungaliyon ko chhoo liya. Uski gandi, kaali ungaliyan mummy ki naazuk, gori ungaliyon par ragad kha gayi.

Mummy ka chehra turant laal ho gaya. Unki aankhen thodi badi ho gayi. Wo ek pal ke liye sihar gayi, lekin kuch nahi boli. Bas unhone jaldi se kapde Ali ke haath mein thama diye aur peeche hat gayi. Unki saans thodi tez ho gayi thi.

Ali ne kapde lete hue bade hi laalchi andaaz mein kaha,

“Bahut-bahut shukriya memsahab… aap itni dayaalu ho. Main in kapdon mein aur bhi achha lagunga.”

Main sab kuch sofa par baithe-baithe dekh aur sun raha tha. Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Mummy ne phir meri taraf mudkar kaha,

“Rohan, main nahane ja rahi hoon. Tum jaakar masoor ki daal le aao, khatam ho gayi hai. Aur tum Ali… ponchha achhe se lagana, koi kona na chhoote.”


(Mummy shaam ko bhi nahati hai kabhi-kabhi)

Ali ne turant jawab diya, apni peelaapan bhari aankhen mummy ki chhaati par gadaaye hue,

“Ji memsahab… main poora ghar chamka dunga.”

Main uthkar paas ki dukaan se masoor ki daal lene chala gaya. Dukaan zyada door nahi thi, isliye main jaldi hi wapas aa gaya.

Jab main ghar mein ghusa to ali najar nahi aa raha tha

Ali ab mummy ke kamre mein ponchha laga raha tha. Mummy nahane ke liye bathroom mein chali gayi thi, shayad mummy kamre ka darwaza band karna bhool gayi hongi, tabhi to Ali ponchha lagate-lagate mummy ke kamre mein aa pahuncha. Ali jaanbujhkar mummy ke bed ke paas ponchha laga raha tha. Usne papa ke purane kapde abhi nahi pehne the. Abhi bhi wahi fati lungi pehne hue tha aur uska mota lund lungi ke andar khada hokar tana hua tha. Wo baar-baar mummy ke almari ki taraf dekh raha tha, jahan mummy ke blouse, bra aur panty rakhi thi.

Maine chupchaap darwaze ke paas khada ho gaya aur andar jhaankne laga. Ali ne ponchha rakh diya aur mummy ki almari ki taraf badha.

Usne almari kholni chahi lekin khuli nahi.
baithkar ponchha lagane laga

Tabhi achanak bathroom se halki-halki siskiyon aur haanfne ki awaazein aane lagi.

“Aahhh… ummmm… haan… aahhh…”

Ye awaazein dheemi thi, lekin saaf sunai de rahi thi. Jaise koi bahut dabakar sisk raha ho, lekin rone ki nahi, balki kisi gehri chahat ki siskiyaan hon. Main bhi sun gaya aur Ali bhi sun gaya.

Ali ki aankhen chamak uthi. Uski peelaapan bhari gandi aankhon mein ek shaitaani chamak aa gayi. Wo turant utha aur chupke se mummy ke bathroom ki taraf badh gaya. Mujhe yaad aaya ki kuch din pehle bathroom ki kundi ka ek screw dheela ho gaya tha. Mummy ne mujhe kaha tha ki laga do, lekin main taal gaya tha. Ab wo screw gir chuka tha, jiski wajah se darwaze mein ek chhota-sa gap ban gaya tha. Ali ne apni aankh lagakar andar jhaankna shuru kar diya.

Main bhi sochne laga ki mummy andar kya kar rahi hongi. Bathroom ka pichhla hissa ghar ke peeche tha aur wahan ek chhota jangla laga hua tha, lekin wo jangla kaafi uncha tha. Maine paas mein rakha purana drum dekha, use dheere se wahan le jaakar ulta kar diya aur us par chadh gaya. Ab mujhe andar ka najara saaf dikh raha tha.

Jaise hi maine andar jhaanka, meri thook gatak gayi. Mera muh sookh gaya aur dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.


Andar mummy poori tarah nangi khadi thi.


Mummy ki khoobsurti ka najara aisa tha ki koi bhi aadmi paagal ho jaaye. Unki gori, chikni, doodh jaisi chamakdaar twacha bathroom ki halki roshni mein aur bhi nikhar rahi thi.


Unki chhaati par do bhari, gol, bhari-bhari mommiyaan latak rahi thi — bade-bade gulabi nipples, jo abhi sakht hokar khade the. Har saans ke saath wo mommiyaan halke-halke upar-neeche hil rahi thi.


Badan pe bahta pani Unki kamar patli thi, lekin kulhe aur janghen moti aur gol thi.


Unke beech mein ek saaf, gori, thodi bhari hui chut thi, jiske upar halke-halke baal the. Shayad mummy ne hal hi mein chut ki jhaante banayi thi. Paani ki boondein abhi bhi unke sharir par chamak rahi thi kyunki unhone abhi nahaya tha.


Mummy deewar ka sahara lekar khadi thi. Unki ek taang thodi unchi thi, doosre pair par wazan tha. Unka dahina haath unki chut par tha. Unhone apni do ungaliyon se apni chut ki faank ko khola hua tha aur beech ki ungli dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar rahi thi.


“Aahhh… haan… ummmmm…”
Aahhhhhhh…hhhhh..ohhh………..


Mummy ki siskiyaan ab thodi tez ho rahi thi. Unki aankhen band thi. Unka chehra sharm aur lalsa se laal ho raha tha. Unhone apni doosri haath se apni baayi chhaati ko dabaya, nipple ko ungaliyon mein pakadkar masalne lagi. Unki mommiyaan ab aur bhi sakht ho gayi thi. Ungli ab thodi tezi se chut mein ghus rahi thi. Chut se halki-halki chikni awaazein aa rahi thi — “chup… chup… chup…”


“Aahhh… ji… aur… haan…”

Mummy dheere-dheere apni ungli ko gehraai tak daal rahi thi. Unki janghen kaanp rahi thi. Unhone ab do ungaliyan andar daal di aur tezi se andar-bahar karne lagi. Unki bhari mommiyaan zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Nipples ekdam sakht aur khade ho gaye the. Unka saans haanfne laga tha.


“Uffffff… Rohan ke papa… nahi… aahhh… kya kar rahi hoon main…” Aap door kyun ho…

Main chaunk gaya. Mummy apni aankhen band karke kalpana kar rahi thi. Unki ungaliyan ab bahut tezi se chal rahi thi. Chut se nikalne wali chikni awaazein aur tez ho gayi thi. Unhone apni chhaati ko aur zor se dabaya, nipple ko kheencha. Unki kamar hil rahi thi, jaise koi adrishya lund unhe chod raha ho.


“Haan… aur zor se… aahhh… meri chut faad do… ummmmm… haan…”


Mummy ki taangein ab kaanpne lagi. Unki chut se thoda paani jaisa nikal raha tha. Wo deewar se aur sat gayi. Unki siskiyaan ab lagatar ho rahi thi — “Aahh… aahh… aahh…” Har siski ke saath unki bhari chhaatiyaan uchhal rahi thi. Unhone teen ungaliyan daal di aur tez-tez andar-bahar karne lagi. Unka poora sharir tan gaya. Chehra laal, hoth kaanp rahe the.


Main idhar Ali ko imagine karne laga kyunki wo darwaze ke uss taraf tha.

Ali abhi bhi darwaze ke gap se jhaank raha hoga. Uska chehra pasine se tar hoga. Uski lungi ab poori tarah se uth gayi hogi. Usne lungi ko ek haath se upar kar liya hoga aur apna mota, kaala, lamba lund bahar nikaal liya hoga. Wo bahut mota aur lamba tha — shayad 8-9 inch ka, motaai bhi zyada. Sira laal aur chamakdaar hoga shayad. Lungi ke bahar se jaanwar ka laga raha tha. Ali apna lund mutthi mein pakde hue dheere-dheere upar-neeche kar raha hoga. Uski aankhen mummy ki nangi chut aur mommiyon par jami hui hogi. Uske peele daant bahar nikle hue honge. Wo fusfusaa raha hoga,

“Wah randi… apni chut mein ungaliyan daal rahi hai… saali pyaasi hai… main tujhe asli lund dunga… teri chut faad dunga… haan… andar tak ghused dunga…”


Kitna thulthula badan hai memsahab ka… mote doodh… badi gaand…


Udhar kamre mein Ali ka haath ab tez ho gaya tha. Wo lund ko zor-zor se hila raha tha. Uski saans bhi haanf rahi thi. Wo kabhi mummy ki mommiyon ko dekhta, kabhi unki ungaliyon ko chut mein ghusate dekhta. Uske lund se thoda precum nikal raha tha, jo uske haath aur pet par fail gaya tha.


Mummy andar ab charam par thi. Unki ungaliyan bahut tez chal rahi thi. Unki janghen kaanp rahi thi. Unhone zor se siski bhari,


“Aahhhhh… aa raha hai… haan… Rohan ke papa chodo mujhe… meri chut… aahhhhh…”

Mummy ka poora sharir sakht ho gaya. Unki chut se ek jhatke ke saath paani jaisa nikla aur wo deewar se satkar kaanpti rahi. Unki mommiyaan zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Wo lambi-lambi saansein le rahi thi. Chehra poori tarah laal aur santusht tha.


Ali bahar bhi tezi se muth maar raha tha. Usne aakhri jhatke diye aur apna mota lund dabakar veerya phenk diya — safed-gaadha veerya farsh par gira. Wo bhi haanf raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ab aur bhi zyada bhookh thi.


Main drum se neeche utar aaya. Mera poora sharir kaanp raha tha. Main chupchaap sofa par aakar baith gaya. Andar mummy abhi bhi bathroom mein saans sambhaal rahi thi.

Jab main aaya to Ali bahar farsh ponchh raha tha, lekin uske chehre par shaitaani muskaan thi.

Main samajh gaya ye pakka mummy ko dekh ke lund hila ke aaya hai.

Udhar mummy thodi sant hui, ek towel lapeta.

Aur jaise bathroom ka darwaza khola aur pair badhaya, unke pair pe gadha chipchipa white lis-lisa sa darv lag gaya. Unhone wo darv ko pair se ungaliyon mein ponchha aur do ungaliyon se taar banane lagi aur sochne lagi — ye kya ho sakta hai.


Mummy ungaliyon ko apni naak ke paas leke gayi. Gandi tez badbu aa rahi thi.


Unhone turant bathroom mein wapas gayi aur haath dhoya.

Dinner ka time ho raha tha. Mummy rasoi mein khana banane lagi thi. Ali bhi unki madad kar raha tha — sabzi kaat raha tha, bartan dho raha tha aur kabhi-kabhi mummy ko chhoti-chhoti cheezein paas kar raha tha. Mummy ab pehle jitni sakhti nahi kar rahi thi. Ali ki baatein sunkar wo halke se muskura bhi rahi thi.

Tabhi mummy ko ek bada dibba upar ki almari se nikaalna tha, jismein masale rakhe the. Wo khud upar haath badhakar koshish kar rahi thi, lekin dibba bahut peeche tha aur unse nahi nikl raha tha.

Mummy ne mujhe awaaz lagayi,

“Rohan… beta, jara ye dibba nikaal do. Upar hai, mujhse nahi nikl raha.”

Main sofa par leta TV dekh raha tha. Mera favourite show aa raha tha. Maine bina mude hi kaha,

“Mummy, Ali se nikalwa lo na. Mera show aa raha hai, main busy hoon.”

Mummy ne halke se badbadate hue kaha,

“Ye ladka bhi na… hamesha TV hi dekhta rehta hai.”

Phir unhone Ali ki taraf mudkar kaha,

“Ali, jara madad karo. Wo upar wala dibba nikaalna hai. Main chadhti hoon, tum ye stool neeche se pakde rehna.”


Ali turant muskuraaya. Uske peele daant dikhe, lekin aaj uski muskaan pehle jitni ghinauni nahi lag rahi thi. Wo bola,

“Ji memsahab… main poora dhyan rakhunga. Aap chadhiye, main stool mazbooti se pakde rahunga.”

Mummy stool par chadh gayi. Stool thoda uncha aur thoda dagmagane wala tha. Jaise hi mummy upar chadhi, unki saree ka pallu thodi upar sarak gaya aur unki gori nabhi ka chhed aur gora thulthula pet dikhne laga. Ali neeche khada stool ko dono haathon se pakde hue tha. Uski aankhen upar mummy ki taraf thi — unki kamar, kulhe aur janghon par. Wo saans leke mahak ko apne andar bhar raha tha. Kitni achhi khushbu hai.

Ali: “Memsahab aapne kitna achha sabun use kiya… kitna achha mahak raha hai.”

Mummy: “Haan wo… tightly pakdo stool ko… dagmag raha hai.”

Aaj uski nazar mein pehle jaisa khula lalach nahi tha. Wo kuch aur hi andaaz mein dekh raha tha.

Mummy ne haath upar kiya aur dibbe ko kheenchna lagi. Stool halka dagmagaya. Mummy ghabra gayi aur achanak neeche girne lagi.

“Arre…!”

Ali ne turant dono haath upar kar diye aur mummy ki kamar ko mazbooti se pakad liya. Mummy ka poora wazan Ali ke haathon par aa gaya. Unki bhari hui chhaati Ali ke chehre ke bahut paas thi. Ali ne mummy ko sambhala aur dheere se neeche utara. Lekin utarte waqt bhi usne apni pakad dheeli nahi ki.

Mummy ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya.

Ali: “Chhodo mujhe… main sambhal sakti hoon.”

Ali ne dheere se, bahut pyare aur dostana andaaz mein kaha,

“Daro mat memsahab… main hoon na. Main aapko kabhi girne nahi dunga. Aapki suraksha mere haathon mein hai.”

Mummy ne sharmate hue kaha,

“Thank you Ali… gir jaati to chot lag jaati.”

Ali ne abhi bhi apna ek haath mummy ki kamar par rakha hua tha. Wo dheere se muskuraaya aur bola,

“Memsahab, aap itni achhi aur pyari ho. Main aapki madad karna chahta hoon. Aap akeli itna saara kaam karti ho, thak jaati ho. Main bas aapka dost banna chahta hoon. Koi galat iraada nahi hai. Bas aapki muskaan dekhna achha lagta hai.”

Mummy ne Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Ali ki nazar aaj saaf aur pyari thi — jaise koi saccha dost baat kar raha ho. Mummy ne halke se muskuraakar kaha,

“Achha… tum sach mein madad karna chahte ho?”

Ali ne sir hilaya aur bola,

“Haan memsahab. Aap mujhe apna chhota bhai samajh lo. Ya phir… ek achha dost. Main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aap jab chaho, mujhe bula lena. Main aapke saath hoon. Aapke pati door hain, aap akeli ho… main aapka boj halka kar sakta hoon.”

Mummy thoda gusse se: “Kya bak rahe ho? Tameez mein raho!”

Ali: “Arre nahi memsahab. Aap galat samajh rahi hain. Mera matlab tha ki aap…”

Mummy (aankhen dikhaate hue): “Bas Ali, jao jaake dining table saaf karo.”

“Ji memsahab… lekin dibba…”

Ali ne aage badhkar dibba khud nikaal liya aur mummy ko de diya. Dete waqt uski ungaliyan phir se mummy ki ungaliyon ko chhoo gayi — lekin is baar bahut pyare aur soft tareeke se.

Ali ne dheere se kaha,

“Aapki ungaliyan kitni naazuk hain. Itni mulayam… aap khud ko zyada thakao mat. Main hoon na.”

Aur bahar aa gaya table saaf karne.

Mummy ka chehra phir se laal ho gaya. Wo sharmakar muskuraayi.

Mummy ko khushi ho rahi thi ki koi tareef kar raha hai unki. Papa to kabhi karte hi nahi the aise. Unhe koi to mila tha jo unki tareef kar raha tha.

Ali wapas kitchen mein aaya.

Mummy: “Ali, saaf kar diya?”

Ali ne hanste hue: “Haan ji memsahab. Main sirf aapka dost banna chahta hoon. Aapki khushi dekhkar mujhe achha lagta hai.”

Mummy ne ignore kar diya.

Mummy ne dibba rakha aur khana banane lagi. Ali phir se unki madad mein lag gaya — lekin ab wo pehle se zyada kareeb tha. Kabhi unke kandhe ko halke se chhookar, kabhi hanskar koi mazak karta, kabhi unki tareef karta — lekin sab dosti aur pyar bhare andaaz mein.

“Memsahab, aap sabzi kitni achhi tarah banati hain. Mujhe to lagta hai aap kisi hotel ki chef ho.”

Mummy halke se hans padi.

“Bakwaas mat karo Ali.”

Ali bola,

“Sach keh raha hoon. Aap bahut talented ho. Aur bahut pyari bhi.”

Main sofa par baithe sab dekh raha tha. Mummy aur Ali ke beech ab ek ajeeb si dosti jaisi cheez ban rahi thi. Ali dheere-dheere mummy ke kareeb aa raha tha — pyare tareeke se, hansi-mazak se, tareef se. Mummy bhi ab pehle jitna gussa nahi kar rahi thi. Wo sharmati zaroor thi, lekin muskura bhi rahi thi.

Dinner taiyar hone tak Ali mummy ke saath rasoi mein raha. Dono beech-beech mein baatein kar rahe the. Ali mummy ko hansane ki koshish kar raha tha aur mummy hans bhi rahi thi.

Lekin abhi bhi bahut kuch hona baaki tha.

Raat ke kareeb 1:30 baje the. Poora ghar sunsaan tha. Sab apne-apne kamre mein so chuke the. Main achanak uth gaya kyunki meri paani ki bottle khaali ho gayi thi. Gala sookh raha tha. Main chupchaap bistar se utha aur kitchen ki taraf gaya. Fridge se nayi bottle nikaali aur wapas apne kamre ki taraf laut raha tha.

Tabhi Ali ke kamre se halki-halki awaazein aane lagi.

“Aahhh… memsahab… ummmm… haan…”

Main ruk gaya. Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ali ka kamra peeche wali taraf tha, peeche hi sadak lagi hui thi. Us kamre ki khidki khuli hui thi. Bahar sadak ki street light ki peeli roshni kamre ke andar aa rahi thi, jisse sab kuch saaf dikh raha tha.

Main dheere se darwaze ke paas wali khidki se aur jhaankne laga.

Andar ka najara dekhkar main dang reh gaya.


Ali bilkul nanga bistar par leta hua tha. Uska poora sharir pasine se chamak raha tha. Uski taangein faili hui thi. Aur uske beech mein khada tha — ek bhayaanak, vishaal 9.8 inch ka monster lund. Wo itna mota tha ki uski mutthi bhi poori tarah nahi gher pa rahi thi. Upar ki chamdi nahi thi. Gulabi-laal supaada chamak raha tha, aur uski nasen ubhari hui thi. Lund ka sira pehle se hi chikna precum se tar tha.


Ali apna lund dahine haath mein pakde hue tha. Wo dheere-dheere, lekin mazbooti se upar-neeche kar raha tha. Uski aankhen band thi. Chehra laal ho raha tha. Uske muh se lagatar fusfusaahat nikal rahi thi.

“Aahhh… memsahab… aapki wo bhari-bhari mommiyaan… kitni badi hain… 38… 40 size ki… uffffff… main unhe dono haathon se daba raha hoon… nipple choos raha hoon… choos-chooskar laal kar dunga… haan…”

Uska haath ab thoda tez ho gaya. Lund ki chamdi upar-neeche sarak rahi thi. “Chup… chup… chup…” ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.


“Memsahab… aapki gori chut… kitni pyaasi hai… maine aaj dekha… aap ungaliyan daal rahi thi… shayad… aahhh… saali randi… tumhe mera mota lund chahiye na… ye lo… poora 10 inch ka monster… tumhari chut faad dega… haan… andar tak ghused dunga…”

Ali ne ab apne baaye haath se apni gendon ko dabana shuru kar diya. Uska lund aur bhi sakht ho gaya. Wo ab tezi se muth maar raha tha. Haath upar-neeche ho raha tha. Lund ka sira har jhatke par phool raha tha.

“Memsahab… aaj jab aap stool par chadhi thi… aapki moti janghen… aapki gaand… kitni gol aur moti hai… main peeche se pakadkar… apni lund ki thokar maarunga… tum cheekhogi… ‘Ali… aur zor se… meri chut faad do…’ haan… main faad dunga… tumhari pati saala naamard hai… wo to door pada hai… main hoon na… roz raat ko tumhe chodoonga… tum meri randi ban jaogi…”


Ali ki saans bahut tez ho gayi thi. Uska poora sharir tan gaya tha. Wo ab dono haathon se lund ko pakadkar zor-zor se hila raha tha. Lund se kaafi precum nikal raha tha, jo uske haath aur pet par fail gaya tha.

“Aahhhh… memsahab… aapki chhaati mere muh mein… aapki chut mere lund par… main aapko chod raha hoon… tez… tez… haan… tum chillaa rahi ho… ‘Ali… main aa rahi hoon… meri chut… aahhhh…’”


Ali ki aankhen ab poori tarah band thi. Wo mummy ki kalpana mein poori tarah kho gaya tha. Uske haath ki raftaar aur tez ho gayi. Lund ab poori tarah laal aur phata hua lag raha tha. Genden sikud rahi thi.

“Memsahab… main aa raha hoon… tumhari chut mein… poora veerya… le lo… aahhhhh… haan… le lo meri randi… memsahab… aahhhhh…!”

Achanak Ali ka sharir zor se kaanpa. Usne aakhri jhatke diye aur apna vishaal lund dabakar zor se chhoda. Gaadha, safed, garm veerya ki kai fuharein nikli — pehle uske pet par, phir chhaati par, aur kuch to uske gale tak pahunch gaya. Wo lambi-lambi saansein le raha tha. Lund abhi bhi thoda-thoda kaanp raha tha aur usse aakhri boondein tapak rahi thi.


Ali ne aankhen kholi, muskuraaya aur fusfusaya,

“Memsahab… jaldi hi ye sapna sach ho jayega… tum meri ho jaogi…”

Main khidki se peeche hat gaya. Mera poora sharir kaanp raha tha. Main chupchaap apni bottle lekar apne kamre mein wapas aa gaya. Lekin neend ab bahut door thi.

Ali ki wo bhayaanak muth aur mummy ke naam ki gandi baatein mere dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Sabse badi baat — mujhe Ali pe gussa to aa raha tha lekin mera lund… lund to upar ki aur khada hone lag raha tha. Mera haath apne aap wahi baar-baar ja raha tha. Mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi.

Main ek baar muth maari. Muth marte hue bhi Ali aur mummy ko imagine kiya. Aaj bahut jaldi ho gaya aur muth bhi dher saara nikla.

Ye kya hota ja raha hai mujhe…

Aaj k liye itna hi ...

Faadu update bro Ali ka rasta clear hai ab ..mummy bhi pyasi hai aur ali bhi

 

[Littlefinger]

Super story bro. One of the best

 

[chut ka dusman]

Mast he brte ki help bhi le Ali mummy ko patane me

 

[momloverAtoZz]

Mast he brte ki help bhi le Ali mummy ko patane me

I'll try

 

[jhdnsb]

Awaiting for next update

 

[yourmine123]

update please mummy(Suman) ko dhoom dham se Ali se shadi karwayo. Mummy needs him, do not add sex before their marriage. Make a circumtances where papa allowed mummy to marry him due his inability and government rules perfect cuckold plot . Stick to him and write a betrayal and intense sexy humiliating story; do not make her slut otherwise story will dies(everyone knows what a slut does??)

How sexy and cucky is papa allowing your mummy marriage with naukar ali. Relatives have no idea, a secret but relative finds fishy. Naukar Ali made it mandatory for rohan to call her mummy suman as bhabhi infront of him as a sign of conquered territory. Imagine Rohan calling his mummy has bhabhi. Mummy start to wear new outfits when no relative are there...sexy...

After Marriage, Mummy(Suman) stays with rohan and papa's house all day inorder to but at night she has to move into slum in where her new husband ali stays. Imagine Ali fucking rohan mummy in slum and mummy in ....

Imagine how sexy..






Need a big sexy update

 

[Meghna]

No marriage please
Marriage ends story
Instead of marriage, make it cuckson, debauchery,
Son watches mummy's randipana

 

[rhyme_boy]

No marriage please
Marriage ends story
Instead of marriage, make it cuckson, debauchery,
Son watches mummy's randipana

I agree... that marriage angle is absolutely boring and exictement killer

 

[Princesharma11]

No marriage please
Marriage ends story
Instead of marriage, make it cuckson, debauchery,
Son watches mummy's randipana

Ha y sahi idea mom rand bnao beta ki lund ki diwani ho jay

 

[momloverAtoZz]

Update 4




Subah ke kareeb 8:30 baje the. Dhoop nikal aayi thi. Mummy rasoi mein chai bana rahi thi. Unhone Ali ko awaaz lagayi.

“Ali, jara bazaar se saaman le aa. Ye list hai aur ye paise. Ande, doodh, bread, sabzi, aata… jo likha hai wo sab le aana. Jaldi jaana aur jaldi aa jaana.”


Ali ne paise aur list li, sir hilaya aur bola,

“Ji memsahab… main abhi jaata hoon. Aap chinta mat karo, sab le aaunga.”

Main us din college nahi gaya tha. Garmi ki chhutti chal rahi thi, isliye ghar par hi table par kitaabein kholkar padh raha tha. Mummy ne mujhe chai di aur khud bhi peene lagi.

Ali saaman lekar laut raha tha. Dono haathon mein bhari-bhari bag the. Jaise hi wo gali mein muda, ek bhikhari uske saamne aa gaya aur ro-rokar bheekh maangne laga.

“Arre bhai sahab… kuch de do na… subah se kuch nahi khaya… bhukh se mar raha hoon… bas do-chaar rupaye de do…”

Ali ne use dekha aur ruk gaya. Wo bhikhari koi aur nahi tha — wo Ali ka purana dost Lallan tha.

Lallan —
Lallan kareeb 23 saal ka tha, dubla-patla lekin mazboot sharir wala. Uski twacha kaali aur dhoop se jhulsi hui thi. Baal lambe, uljhe aur gande the. Daadhi mein safed baal nikal aaye the. Kapde fate-purane — ek gandi-si baniyan jis par kai jagah chhed the, aur neeche ek maili lungi jo ghutnon tak thi. Pairon mein chappal bhi nahi thi, bas gande pair. Sharir se badbu aa rahi thi. Aankhen laal aur suji hui thi. Muh mein kuch daant toote hue the. Kul milkar wo dekhne mein behad ganda aur ghinauna lag raha tha.

Ali ne idhar-udhar dekha, phir dheere se bola,

“Arre Lallan… tu yahan kya kar raha hai be?”

Lallan ne pehle to nahi pehchana. Phir Ali ko dhyan se dekha — saaf kapde, achhi shirt-pant, baal sanwaare hue. Lallan ki aankhen phat gayi.

“Arre… Ali bhai…? Tu hai kya? Saala kitna badal gaya hai! Ye kapde kahan se churaaye be? Bhikhari to nahi raha, koi seth ka naukar lag raha hai! Kya mamla hai yaar?”

Ali ne hanste hue chaaron taraf dekha ki koi dekh to nahi raha. Phir Lallan ke paas aakar dheere se bola,

“Chup kar be Lallan… awaaz mat nikaal. Haan, main hoon. Ye saamne wale ghar ka naukar ban gaya hoon. Malkin bahut achhi hai… dayaalu hai. Khana, rehna, kapde sab de diye. Tu bhi to roz bheekh maangta phirta hai, aaj subah se kuch khaya nahi hai na?”

Lallan ne aankhen malte hue kaha,

“Saala… tu to maal ban gaya! Main to abhi bhi sadak par ghis raha hoon. Bhai, kuch khane ko de na… bhukh lagi hai. Aur ye batana, wo memsahab kaisi hai? Maine unko dekha aate-jaate. Tu to uski chut maar raha hoga na? Saali kitni moti hai? Chhaati kitni badi hai?”

Ali ne muskuraate hue Lallan ki peeth par halka thappad maara aur bola,

“Chup kar saale… abhi to bas shuruaat hai. Memsahab bahut hot hai yaar. Bhari-bhari mommiyaan, moti gaand, gori chut… main roz sochkar muth maarta hoon. Dheere-dheere usko apne jaal mein fansa raha hoon. Kal raat usne bathroom mein ungaliyan daalkar saheb ke naam se chut mein ungli kar rahi thi. Jaldi hi asli chudai shuru ho jayegi.”


Lallan ki aankhen chamak uthi. Wo laar tapkaate hue bola,

“Saale kamine… tu to maza le raha hai! Mujhe bhi ek baar mauka dilwa na yaar. Main bhi uski moti chhaati dabana chahta hoon. Teri malkin ko dono milkar chodenge… ek aage ek peeche.” Bhai mujhe bhi bula na, koi jugaad kar na.

Ali hansaa,

“Abbe shaant reh be Lallan. Abhi to wo mujhe dost samajh rahi hai. Jaldi hi randi bana dunga. Tu abhi chupchaap ja. Main tujhe baad mein kuch khane ko bhej dunga. Aur haan, is gali mein mat ghoomna… koi dekh lega to shak ho jayega. Main dekhta hoon malkin se baat karke.”

Lallan ne laalchi nazron se Ali ke kapdon ko dekha aur bola,

“Theek hai bhai… tu raj kar. Main aas-paas hi ghoomta rahunga. Jab mauka mile to bata dena.”

Ali ne sir hilaya aur saaman lekar ghar ki taraf chal pada. Lallan peeche mudkar dekhta raha aur khud se budbudaya,

“Saali memsahab… teri chut to hum dono milkar faad denge… intezaar kar.”


Ali ghar pahuncha. Main khidki se sab kuch dekh aur sun raha tha. Mere muh se bas itna nikla —
“Iska maa ka bhosda.”

Mummy ne Ali se saaman liya aur boli,

“Ali, itni der lag gayi?”


Ali muskuraaya,

“Ji memsahab… thodi bheed thi.”

Main chupchaap padhne ka bahana karte hue soch raha tha ki ab ye khel aur khatarnak hone wala hai. Lallan bhi aa gaya hai.

Dopahar ka waqt tha. Dopahar ke kareeb 2:30 baje suraj kaafi tez tha. Mummy apni saadi mein rasoi se bahar aayi. Unka chehra thoda pasine se chamak raha tha. Unhone mujhe awaaz lagayi,

“Bete Rohan, aao jara store room saaf kar lete hain. Kitne dinon se pada hua hai, dhool-mitti bhar gayi hai.”

Main table par kitaabein khole baitha tha. Bina sir uthaye hi bola,

“Mummy, aap Ali se kyun nahi kehti? Main padh raha hoon na.”

Mummy ne halke se saans li aur boli,

“Theek hai… tu padh le.”


Phir unhone thodi unchi awaaz mein Ali ko pukaara,

“Ali… Ali, idhar aana jara!”

Ali apne kamre se bhaagte hue aaya. Uske chehre par pasina tha, lekin wo muskura raha tha.

“Ji memsahab… kya kaam hai?”

Mummy ne shaant swar mein kaha,

“Store room saaf karna hai. Bahut ganda ho gaya hai. Tumhari madad chahiye. Aao, dono milkar kar lete hain.”

Ali ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne turant sir hilaya,

“Ji memsahab… main taiyar hoon. Aap chaliye, main jhaadu aur ponchha le aata hoon.”

Dono store room ki taraf chal pade. Store room ghar ke pichhle hisse mein tha, jahan purana saaman, khaali dibbe, purani kursiyaan aur bahut saari dhool bhari padi thi. Main bhi ye dekhna chahta tha ki Ali mummy ke saath kya karta hai. Isliye main chupchaap kitaabein band karke ghar ke peeche wale baramde mein chala gaya. Wahan store room ki pichhli khidki thi, jo thodi khuli hui thi. Main deewar se satkar khada ho gaya aur andar jhaankne laga.

Andar mummy aur Ali dono the.

Mummy ne kaha,


“Ali, pehle upar ki almari saaf karo. Main neeche wale saaman ko alag karti hoon.”

Ali ne jhaadu uthaya aur bola,

“Ji memsahab… aap thak mat jaana. Main upar ka kaam kar loonga. Aap bas batati jaaiye kya kahan rakhna hai.”

Ali upar chadh gaya aur almari se purane dibbe utaarne laga. Mummy neeche baithkar saaman chhaant rahi thi. Ali ki nazar baar-baar mummy ki taraf ja rahi thi. Man mein soch raha tha — “Saali kitni hot lag rahi hai aaj… saadi mein ye kamar… aur ye chhaati… dheere-dheere ise apna bana loonga.”

Mummy ne halke se poochha,

“Ali, tumhara ghar kahan hai? Parivaar hai ya nahi?”

Ali ne jhaadu chalate hue jawab diya, lekin awaaz mein dosti ka andaaz tha,

“Memsahab, ghar to door gaon mein hai. Maa-baap dono guzar gaye. Bhai-behan alag hain. Main akela hi ghoomta raha. Aap jaisi nek dil wale log mil gaye, to lagta hai upar wale ne meri madad kar di.”

Mummy ne muskuraate hue kaha,


“Achha… tum akela ho. Koi pareshani ho to batana.”

Ali ne ek dibba neeche rakhte hue kaha,

“Memsahab, aap khud itni achhi hain. Din bhar kaam karti ho, phir bhi muskuraati rehti ho. Mujhe to aap bahut pyari lagti ho… matlab… bahut achhi lagti ho. Jaise koi badi behan ya dost.”

Mummy thoda sharma gayi, lekin hans di,

“Badi behan? Main tumse umar mein badi hoon Ali.”

Ali ne hanste hue kaha,

“Phir bhi… aap 30 se 1 saal bhi upar nahi lagti. Mujhe dost samajh lo na. Main aapki chhoti madad kar sakta hoon. Aap akeli rehti ho, sahab door hain. Main hoon na… koi kaam ho, boj ho, to mujhe bata dena. Main khushi-khushi kar dunga.”

Mummy ne ek purani kursi ko saaf karte hue kaha,

“Tum sach mein achhe ho Ali. Pehle mujhe dar lagta tha, lekin ab lagta hai tum sacche ho.”

Ali ke man mein chal raha tha — “Saali ab dheere-dheere pighal rahi hai… bas thoda aur pyar jataaun, phir chut khud khulegi.”

Ali ne ab ponchha le liya aur farsh saaf karne laga. Wo jaanbujhkar mummy ke paas aa-aakar kaam kar raha tha. Kabhi unke haath se dibba le leta, kabhi halke se kandha chhoo deta. Lekin sab bahut normal aur dostana tareeke se.

“Memsahab, ye purana saaman kahan rakhein?”

Mummy boli,

“Us kone mein rakh do.”

Ali ne rakhte hue kaha,

“Aapki awaaz kitni pyari hai. Jab aap hansti ho to mujhe achha lagta hai. Main aapko hansane ki koshish karunga.”

Mummy halke se hans padi,

“Tum bhi na… zyada tareef mat karo.”

Ali ne man mein socha — “Hans rahi hai… achha sign hai. Aaj raat phir muth marte waqt iski kalpana karunga.”

Kaam karte-karte dono ki baatein jaari rahi.

Mummy: “Ali, tumhe khana achha lagta hai? Matlab mere haath ka khana tumne uss din tareef kari thi na?”


Ali: “Bahut achha lagta hai memsahab. Aap jo banati ho, wo swaadishth hota hai. Kabhi-kabhi main bhi rasoi mein madad kar dunga.” Aap bologi to aapke pair haath bhi daba dunga ya malish bhi kar dunga.

Mummy: “Theek hai… lekin zyada paas mat aana.”

Ali hansaa,

“Aapki izzat karta hoon.”

Mummy (haste hue): “Achha theek hai, hara wo kapda pakadna.”


Dheere-dheere store room saaf hone laga. Ali ne bhari-bhari dibbe uthaye, mummy ne unhe vyavasthit kiya. Beech-beech mein Ali chhoti-chhoti tareef karta — “Aapki saadi achhi lag rahi hai”, “Aapki muskaan dekhkar din achha ho jaata hai” — lekin sab dosti ke andaaz mein.

Mummy bhi ab pehle se zyada khulkar baat kar rahi thi. Wo hans rahi thi, chhoti-chhoti baatein bata rahi thi.

Ali man mein soch raha tha — “Aaj to bas dosti badhaayi hai. Kal se thoda aur kareeb aaunga… phir dheere-dheere chhoone lagunga… phir chodne ka mauka milega.”

Lagbhag 40-45 minute baad store room kaafi saaf ho gaya. Mummy ne pasina ponchhte hue kaha,

“Bahut achha kaam kiya Ali. Thank you.”

Ali ne muskuraate hue kaha,

“Aapke liye kuch bhi memsahab. Ab agar kabhi man udaas ho, ya koi kaam ho, to mujhe bula lena. Main aapka dost hoon.”

Mummy ne sir hilaya aur dono bahar nikl aaye.

Main peeche se chupchaap wapas apne padhai wale kamre mein aa gaya. Lekin ab mujhe lag raha tha ki Ali dheere-dheere mummy ko apne jaal mein fansa raha hai — aur mummy bhi uski dosti ka aanand le rahi hain.

1 ghante baad mummy mere kamre mein aayi. Unka chehra thoda chintit tha.

“Rohan, papa ka phone aaya hai. Wo station pahunch gaye hain. Jaakar unhe le aao.”

Maine kitaabein band ki,

“Theek hai mummy.”

Bike nikali aur station chala gaya.

Station par papa utre. Ali bhi mere saath gaya tha. Papa ke saaman dekhkar Ali ne turant aage badhkar sab bag utha liye. Papa ne mujhe ishaare se poochha — “Yahi wo Ali hai?”

Maine sir hila diya. Papa ne kuch nahi kaha, bas gehri nazar se Ali ko dekha.

Ghar aakar shaam ka dinner hua. Dinner ke baad mummy ne papa se kaha,

“Aaj bahut thakaan lag rahi hai ji… main naha loon?”

Papa ne sirf sir hila diya.

Mummy bathroom chali gayi. Kaafi der baad jab wo bahar aayi to unhone halki gulabi saree pehen rakhi thi. Saree kaafi patli thi. Blause se Unke bhari momme andar se saaf ubhar rahe the, nipples ki halki outline bhi dikh rahi thi. Baal khule hue the, chehra nahane ke baad tarotaaza aur gora lag raha tha.


Raat ke kareeb 10:30 baje the.

Mummy kamre mein aayi aur papa ke paas bistar par baith gayi. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chahat thi. Unhone dheere se papa ke kandhe par haath rakha aur boli,

“Ji… aaj bahut dinon baad aap aaye ho… thoda paas aao na…”


Papa ne kitaab rakhi aur thoda sakht swar mein kaha,

“Suno, kal subah 6 baje mujhe nikalna hai. Train pakadni hai. Aaj raat aaram karna hai. Kal poora din busy hain.”

Mummy ne unki baat kaathte hue pyar se kaha,

“Bas thodi der… main bahut miss kar rahi thi aapko.”


Papa ne saans li aur bole,

“Arre, main thaka hua hoon. Tum bhi so jao. Kal subah jaldi uthna hai.”

Mummy ka chehra utar gaya. Unhone phir koshish ki,

“Har baar yahi bahana.”

Thodi der shaanti thi phir mummy ne thoda hilaya papa ko.

“Ji… sirf thodi der… main taiyar hoon.”

Papa ne ab thoda gusse mein kaha,

“Maine kaha na — nahi! Kal subah nikalna hai, ye hai wo hai. Tumhe har baar yahi aata hai. Samajh nahi aata kya? So jao.”

Mummy ka poora sharir sihar gaya. Unki aankhen bhar aayi. Unhone gusse aur tadap ke mishran mein kaha,

“Theek hai… aap kabhi nahi badloge. Main din bhar akeli rehti hoon, kaam karti hoon, thak jaati hoon… lekin aapko meri koi parwah nahi. Bas apna kaam, apni train, apni job… main kya hoon? Sirf khana banane wali machine?”


Papa ne kuch nahi kaha, bas karwat badal li.

Mummy ko bahut gussa aa gaya. Unki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Wo uthi, nighty theek ki aur kamre se bahar nikl gayi. Darwaza dheere se band kiya.

Main apne kamre mein tha, lekin darwaza khula tha, isliye sab sun raha tha.

Mummy seedhe chhat par chali gayi. Raat ka andhera tha, lekin aasman saaf tha. Chaand nikla hua tha. Mummy chhat ki deewar ke kinaare khadi ho gayi. Unki saree hawa mein halke se lahra rahi thi. Unhone dono haath railing par rakhe aur upar chaand ko dekhne lagi.


Unki aankhon se aansu bah rahe the. Wo dheere-dheere fusfusayi,

“Kitne saal ho gaye… main kitni akeli hoon… har raat yahi haal. Wo aate hain, khaate hain, so jaate hain… mujhe kabhi chhoote tak nahi. Main bhi to insaan hoon… main bhi chahti hoon… lekin koi nahi samajhta.”


Mummy ka sharir halka kaanp raha tha. Chaand ki roshni unke chehre par pad rahi thi, aansu chamak rahe the. Unhone apni chhaati par haath rakha, jahan dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

“main kya karun? Din bhar kaam, raat bhar akelapan… koi to ho jo mujhe samjhe… jo mujhe chahe…”


Wo chaand ko dekhte hue khadi rahi. Hawa unke khule baal uda rahi thi. Saree unke sharir se chipki hui thi, unki bhari chhaati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Wo bahut emotional aur toote hue lag rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi wo aansu ponchhti, lekin phir se bahne lagte.


Neeche Ali ka kamra tha. Railing ke saath parchhaai neeche zameen par dikh rahi thi. Wo bahar nikla. Ali chhat ki taraf dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein lalach aur mauke ki chamak thi. Wo khud se budbudaya,

“Ro rahi hai randi… lagta hai pati ne thukra diya… ab jaldi hi mere paas aayegi… main intezaar kar raha hoon memsahab… tumhari chut ki pyaas main bujha dunga…”

Mummy kaafi der tak chhat par khadi rahi. Chaand ko niharti rahi, aansu bahati rahi, aur akelapan ki peeda mein doobi rahi.


Main bhi chupchaap leta soch raha tha. Mummy aaj bahut toot gayi thi.

Mummy chhat par kaafi der tak khadi rahi. Chaand ko dekhti rahi, aansu bahati rahi. Unki nighty hawa mein halke-halke lahra rahi thi. Wo dheere-dheere neeche utarne lagi.

Seedhiyon se utarte waqt unka raasta Ali ke kamre ke theek bahar se padta tha. Kamre ki khidki aadhi khuli hui thi aur andar se halki-halki awaazein aa rahi thi.

“Aahhh…… haan… le lo… aahhhh… poori chut mein bhar dunga… uffffff…”


Mummy ko bas haanfne ki awaaz samajh aa rahi thi.

Mummy ka kadam ruk gaya. Wo anayaas hi khidki ki taraf mud gayi. Andar ki roshni kam thi, lekin street light ki peeli chamak Ali ke bistar par pad rahi thi.

Mummy ne ignore kiya aur apne kamre me aa gayi

Udhar Ali bilkul nanga leta hua tha. Uski taangein faili hui thi. Uska vishaal 9.8 inch ka mota, kaala lund mutthi mein tha aur wo tez-tez hila raha tha. Uske chehre par pasina chamak raha tha. Aankhen band thi. Wo poori taakat se muth maar raha tha.


“Aapki moti-moti chhaatiyaan… main choos raha hoon… aapki chut mere lund par… haan… aur zor se… aahhh… main aa raha hoon… le lo meri randi…”


Achanak Ali ka sharir sakht ho gaya. Usne lund ko zor se dabaya aur jhadne laga.

Uske lund ke supaade se gaadha, safed, chipchipa veerya ki moti-moti fuharein nikalne lagi. Pehli fuhar itni zor se nikli ki uske pet aur chhaati tak pahunch gayi. Doosri, teesri… lagatar 6-7 fuharein nikli. Veerya itna gaadha aur zyada tha ki uske naabhi mein chhota sa taalab ban gaya. Lund abhi bhi kaanp raha tha aur aakhri boondein tapak rahi thi.


Itna lamba, itna mota… lagbhag 10 inch ka monster. Sira laal aur chamakdaar, nasen ubhari hui. Abhi bhi jhadne ke baad bhi wo aadha khada tha.


Mummy kamre mein karwatein badal rahi thi. Unka man baar-baar papa ki bato se dukh raha tha

Aak liye itna kafi h....