Adultery Vidhva Savita maa ki nai shuruaat

[Danish Mukharji]

Diljit ke liye bhi meri dusri kahani padhni padegi

 

[CuriousOne]

Part 34: Confusion hi confusion

Hum paanch Maa se naraz the. Mai sabse zyada. Mere chaaron dost bhi. Sabne tana mara. Sabne gaali di.




Sameer: Hai mast maal teri Maa...

Vikas: Par saali useless hai...

Arun: Kuch nahi kar paayi...

Rakesh: Saali ne sab kharab kar diya...

Mai kuch nahi bola. Bas sun raha tha. Sahi bol rahe the. Meri Maa thi. Par useless thi. Kushal ko khush nahi kar payi. Paisa, power, sab kuch haath se nikal gaya.

Tabhi ek ne kuch aisa kaha jo sunne mein ajeeb laga. Rakesh ne kaha.

Rakesh: Mai toh chahta tha... ke mera baap bhi chode isko...

Hum sab uski taraf dekhe. Kya bola tha usne?

Rakesh: Meri Maa nahi hai na... toh socha tha... baap ko bhi mauka mil jaaye...

Maa ne upar dekha. Aankhon mein aur zyada dar. Aur log? Aur mard? Kab tak?

Mai: Chup kar saale...

Rakesh: Sahi bol raha hoon... teri Maa hai... sab ki toh randi ban gayi hai... baap ko bhi de de...

Maa ne sir jhukaya. Kya jawab deti? Kuch bhi kar sakte the. Sab ki randi ban chuki thi. Ek aur se kya farak padta?

Mai: Abhi nahi... baad mein sochte hain...

Rakesh ne kuch nahi kaha. Par idea de diya tha. Baap. Bada aadmi. Aur experience.

Mai gusse mein tha. Poora control kho chuka tha. Haath kaanp rahe the. Chehra laal tha. Maa ro rahi thi. Nangi. Kamzor. Bebas.

Mai: Bhag yahan se...

Maa ne upar dekha. Aansu mein bheegi hui aankhen.

Maa: Beta...

Mai: Chup... bhag...




Maa uthi. Dheere se. Kapde uthaye. Pehne. Dheere dheere bahar nikli. Mai darwaza band kar diya. Taala lagaya.

Hum paanch wahin so gaye. Mere kamre mein. Ek hi bed tha. Sab ek saath. Sameer, Vikas, Arun, Rakesh, aur mai. Sab soch rahe the. Kya karein? Ab kya hoga? Maa ko kya karein?

Sameer: Ab kya karein?

Vikas: Pata nahi...

Arun: Kuch toh karna padega...

Rakesh: Saali useless hai...

Mai soch mein tha. Paisa chahiye tha. Power chahiye tha. Kushal ne mauka diya tha. Haath se nikal gaya. Ab kya?

Tabhi idea aaya. Dimag mein. Ganda idea. Behtareen idea. Paisa banega. Power aaegi. Sab kuch hoga.

Mai: Ek idea hai...

Sabne meri taraf dekha.

Sameer: Kya?

Mai: Kyon na... Maa ko dhandhe par bithaya jaye...

Sab chup ho gaye. Kuch samajh nahi paaye. Phir samajh aaya. Dhandha. Business. Prostitution. Randi bana dena. Public ke liye. Paise ke liye.

Vikas: Matlab?

Mai: Matlab... Maa ko professional randi bana dena... bahar bazaar mein...

Arun: Tu pagal hai?

Mai: Nahi... samajh raha hoon... ismein paisa hai... power hai...

Rakesh: Teri Maa ko?

Mai: Haan... meri Maa ko... sab ki randi hai toh public ki bhi banegi...




Sab sochne lage. Idea ganda tha. Par profitable tha.. Serious the. Planning kar rahe the. Maa ka dhandha shuru karna tha. Professional tarike se.

Mai: Pehle toh profile banani padegi...

Sameer: Profile?

Mai: Haan... photo shoot karna padega...

Vikas: Kahan?

Mai: Kahin bahar... professional jagah...

Arun: Studio mein?

Mai: Haan... sexy sa... bold sa...

Rakesh: Nude?

Mai: Haan... nude... semi nude... sab chahiye...

Sameer ne phone nikala. Google kiya. Studios dhoondhne laga.

Vikas: Daam bhi tay karna padega...

Mai: Haan... rate list...

Arun: Kitna?

Mai: Soch raha hoon... pehle kam rakhte hain... 500 se shuru karte hain...

Rakesh: 500?

Mai: Haan... per hour... phir badha denge... jab demand badhegi...

Sameer: Marketing kaun karega?

Mai: Mai karunga... online... social media...

Vikas: Police ka dar?

Mai: Nahi... Kushal se setting kar lenge... corporator ke bete se...

Sab samajh gaye. Planning poori thi. Maa ko randi banana tha. Professional. Public ke liye. Paise ke liye. Ab bas shoot karna tha. Profile banana tha. Daam tay karna tha. Phir shuru karna tha.

Mai: Kal se shuru karte hain...

Sab: Haan...




Tabhi mai ek profile dekha. Online. Ek prostitute ki. Rates thi. Detail mein thi. Maine doston se share ki. Discuss kiya.

Mai: Dekho... yeh rates hain...

Phone sab ke saamne rakha. Screen par numbers the. Budget se lekar premium tak.

Sameer: Itna?

Mai: Haan... dekh...

Padhne laga. Sab sunne lage.

Mai: Budget level... 1 hour... 3,000 se 8,000...

Vikas: Kam hai...

Mai: Mid-range... 10,000 se 20,000...

Arun: Theek hai...

Mai: Premium... 25,000 se 50,000 plus...

Rakesh: Bahut zyada...

Mai: Factors bhi hain... age... bust size... specialty...

Sameer: Kya matlab?

Mai: Matlab... 40 plus age... MILF premium...

Vikas: Maa ki age?

Mai: Haan... 40 hai... niche demand hai...

Arun: 36DD bust?

Mai: Haan... physical premium...

Rakesh: BDSM?

Mai: Haan... fetish premium... 20 se 50 percent markup...




Sameer: English?

Mai: Haan... high class positioning...

Vikas: Photos?

Mai: Essential... professional...

Sab samajh gaye. Maa ke stats match ho rahe the. Age, bust, submissive nature. Triple threat niche. Premium rates mil sakte the.

Mai: Suggestion hai... mid-range start karein... 15,000 per hour...

Arun: Final?

Mai: Haan... undersell nahi karna...

Rakesh: Add ons?

Mai: Haan... outcall... 2,000 se 5,000 extra...

Sameer: Anal?

Mai: 5,000 se 10,000 extra...

Vikas: cum in mouth?

Mai: 3,000 se 5,000 extra...

Sab decide ho gaya. Rates tay ho gaye. Mid-range se shuru. Premium tak jana tha. Maa ko professional banana tha. Paisa banana tha. Business shuru karna tha.

Mai: Kal shoot karte hain...

Sab: Haan...

Tabhi ek mudda aaya. Condom ka. Kya karna tha? Policy kya hogi? Discuss kiya. Decision lena tha.

Sameer: Condom ka kya?

Mai socha. Pehle discussion yaad aayi. Kushal ke saath. Usne kaha tha. No condom. Raw. Maza alag hai.

Mai: Wo... chhod dete hain...

Vikas: Matlab?

Mai: Matlab... client ke upar chhod dete hain...

Arun: Agar condom chahe toh?

Mai: Toh extra charge...

Rakesh: Kitna?

Mai: 2,000 extra...




Sameer: Par kyun?

Mai: Kyunki... no condom hi rakhna padega...

Vikas: Kyun?

Mai: Kyunki... warna training ka koi fayda nahi...

Sab samajh gaye. Training deni thi. Raw mein. Creampie mein. Sab kuch. Agar condom aa gaya, toh maza nahi. Training waste. Clients ko maza nahi. Business nahi chalega.

Mai: Profile mein likh denge... no condom preferred...

Arun: Agar koi zabardasti kare?

Mai: Toh... pahan ne denge... ya extra charge... Jo marji uski...

Rakesh: Theek hai...

Policy tay ho gayi. No condom. Raw. Creampie. Yahi USP thi. Yahi premium tha. Maa ki specialty. Training ka natija.

Mai: Ab kal se shuru karte hain...

Sab: Haan...

Sab so gaye. Planning poori thi. Rates tay the. Policy clear thi.

Subah ho gayi. Maa ne nasta banaya. Paratha, chai, sab kuch. Hum paanch dining table par baithe. Maa serve kar rahi thi. Bar bar sorry keh rahi thi. Aankhen neeche thi. Sharam thi. Guilt tha. Kapade to chalo achha hai sexy to pahane the muje manane ke liye...





Maa: Sorry beta...

Mai: Hmm...

Maa: Promise kiya hai...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Ke ab kuch bhi... kisi bhi cheez ka virodh nahi karungi...

Mai ne khaana choda. Maa ki taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh submission thi. Woh haari hui nazar. Woh tayyari.

Mai: Chalo... abhi jaate hain...

Maa: Kahan?

Mai: Photoshoot karne...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sir hilaaya. Taiyaar thi. Jo bhi hoga. Ab virodh nahi karegi. Promise kiya tha.

Tabhi Vikas ne kaha.

Vikas: Ek banda dhundha hai...

Mai: Kaun?

Vikas: Diljit...

Sameer: Kaun hai?

Vikas: Photographer hai... aise photoshoot karta hai...

Arun: Professional?

Vikas: Haan... adult content... escorts ke liye...

Rakesh: Rate?

Vikas: 10,000 per session...

Mai: Theek hai...

Maa sun rahi thi. Photographer. Adult content. Escorts..

Mai: Taiyaar ho jao...

Maa: Haan...




Mai aur Maa nikle. Baaki chaar ghar chale gaye apne apne. Maa ko koi idea nahi tha ke uske saath kya hone ja raha hai. Raste mein baat hui.

Mai: Dekh Maa... bahut mehnat kar raha hoon tere liye...

Maa: Pata hai beta...

Mai: Tujhe proper escort banaunga...

Maa ne dekha. Aankhon mein sawal tha. Par kuch nahi pucha.

Mai: Kuch waqt dhandhe par baithegi... tab akkal thikaane aayegi...

Maa: Thik hai...

Chup rahi. Manzoor tha. Jo bhi tha. Bete ke liye.

Maa: Par...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Tu abhi bhi pyar to karta hai na mujhse...

Mai: Haan...

Maa: Mai tere bina nahi reh sakti...

Mai ne gaadi roki. Gussa aaya.

Mai: Ek kaam diya tha... wo toh kiya nahi...

Maa chup ho gayi. Kushal wala scene yaad aaya. Fail ho gayi thi. Expectation thi. Kuch nahi kar paayi. Ab bhugat rahi thi.

Mai: Diljit se ache se behave karna...

Maa: Haan...

Mai: Jo bolega wo karna...

Maa: Pakka...

Mai: Wahan...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Escort wale pose honge...

Maa ne dekha.

Mai: Revealing... nude... gande... sab...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi.

Mai: Wo sab karna chupchaap...

Maa: Haan...

Mai: Sharmana mat...

Maa: Theek hai...

Mai: Warna...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Bhool jao mera pyar...

Maa ne jhat se kaha.

Maa: Nahi... nahi karungi sharam...

Mai: Pakka?

Maa: Haan...

Mai ne gaadi aage badhai. Kuch der baad pahunche. Studio tha. Diljit ka. Board laga tha bahar.




Maa ne padha. Adult content. Discretion. Samajh gayi. Kya hone wala tha. Par ab ruk nahi sakti thi. Wapas nahi ja sakti thi. Bete ka pyar chahiye tha. Jo bhi karna padega karegi.

Mai: Aa gaye...

Maa: Haan...

Mai: Andar chal...

Maa utri. Gaadi se. Darwaze ki taraf badhi. Mai peeche tha. Diljit se pehli baar milna tha.

Andar gaye. Studio tha. Professional setup. Lights, camera, backdrop. Diljit khada tha. Beard thi. Camera haath mein tha.

Mai: Namaste... main...

Diljit: Haan bolo...

Mai: Mai aur meri Maa...

Diljit ne Maa ki taraf dekha. Pehchanne ki koshish ki. Phir pucha.

Diljit: Aapka naam?

Maa: Savita...

Diljit ek minute tham sa gaya. Jaise current lag gaya ho. Aankhen badi ho gayi. Saans ruk gayi. Flashback mein chala gaya.

Diljit ki zindagi mein bhi ek Savita thi. Kuch waqt pahale. Pyar hua tha. Bahut zyada. Dil se. Jaan se. Half shaadi bhi hui thi. Court marriage honi thi. Ghar wale shadi ke liye ready the par wo savita randi thi jo diljit ko to pata tha par Ghar wale ko pata chala ke wo randi hai pahale se shadishuda hai aur wo nahi mane... Upar se uska pati bhi cuckold sath me paying guest tha.

Yaad aaya. Dard hua. Aankhen nam ho gayi.

Diljit: Savita?

Maa: Haan...

Diljit ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekhta raha. Kya yeh wahi thi? Nahi. Umar alag thi. Chehra alag tha. Par naam wahi tha. Savita. Uski Savita.

Mai: Kya hua?

Diljit ne aankhen ponchi. Palke jhapki. Deep breath li. Professional ban gaya. Purani yaadein side mein rakhi.




Diljit: Batao... kya karna hai?

Mai sab kuch openly bata diya. Plan. Business. Escort service. Rates. Clients. Sab kuch. Kuch chhupaya nahi. Poora sach.

Diljit sun raha tha. Serious tha. Samajh raha tha. Phir bola.

Diljit: Randi banani hai?

Mai: Haan...

Diljit ne sar hilaaya. Muskura diya. Gandi smile. Experienced smile.

Diljit: Randi banayi nahi jaati...

Mai: Matlab?

Diljit: Kuch hoti hi paidaishi randi hai...

Maa ne upar dekha. Kuch samajh nahi aaya. Paidaishi? Matlab?

Diljit: Yeh dhandha uske liye hi hai...

Mai: Par...

Diljit: Banane par nahi bante koi...

Mai: Matlab samjha nahi...

Diljit ne Maa ko ghura. Poori tarah se. Head to toe. Kapde dekhe. Saree pehni thi. Simple. Normal. Ghar wali.

Diljit: Ek thi Savita... meri wali...

Mai: Haan?

Diljit: Ekdam randi type thi...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi.

Diljit: Khul ke chudwati thi... khul ke photoshoot karti thi...




Mai: Toh?

Diljit: Use banna tha randi... aur ban gayi...

Maa ne sar jhukaya. Sharam se.

Diljit: Teri Maa ko dekh kar lag raha hai... sharam haya ja hi nahi rahi...

Mai: Matlab?

Diljit: Pata hai... randi banna hai... toh aise kapde kaun pehna kar aata hai?

Maa ne apni saree dekhi. Simple thi. Normal thi. Ghar wali thi.

Diljit: Aur tu bhi chutiya hai...

Mai: Maine kya kiya?

Diljit: Aise kapde poore pehna kar... kaun aata hai shoot karwane?

Mai kuch bol nahi paya. Sahi bol raha tha. Planning thi. Par execution mein galti ho gayi. Maa ko nangi nahi laaya. Kapde pehna kar laaya. Galat tha.

Diljit: Pehle kapde utarwao...

Mai: Abhi?

Diljit: Haan... yahin... abhi...

Pehle toh Maa kapde utarne ke liye sankoch kar rahi thi. Haath kapde par gaye, phir ruk gaye. Sharam aa rahi thi. Aankhen neeche thi. Chehra laal tha.

Diljit ne notice kiya. Ruka. Socha. Phir baat shuru ki.

Diljit: Dekho Savita...

Maa ne upar dekha. Aankhon mein sawal.

Diljit: Meri wali Savita...

Maa: Haan...?

Diljit: Uska pati tha...




Maa: Toh?

Diljit: Wo Savita ko bahut pyar karta tha...

Maa sun rahi thi. Kya kehne wala tha?

Diljit: Usne Savita ko poori chhut di thi...

Maa: Kaisi?

Diljit: Jahan chahe... jab chahe... jis se chahe... chudwa sakti thi...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekhti rahi.

Diljit: Socho... kitna dard hota hoga us pati ko...

Maa: Hoga... Hoga

Diljit: Apni biwi... kisi aur se... baar baar...

Maa: Haan...

Diljit: Par pyar... pyar aisi cheez hai...

Maa: Kaisi?

Diljit: Ke kuch bhi karne ko mann chahta hai... uske liye...

Maa samajh rahi thi. Baat andar ja rahi thi.

Diljit: Ab tum batao...

Maa: Kya?

Diljit: Apne bete se... kitna pyar hai?

Maa ne turant kaha. Bina soche. Bina hichkichahat ke.

Maa: Bahut... bahut zyada...

Diljit: Itna?

Maa: Haan...

Diljit: Kuch bhi kar sakti ho?

Maa: Haan... kuch bhi...

Diljit ne muskuraya. Jeet gayi uski baat.

Diljit: Dekho... pyar sirf bolne se nahi hota...

Maa: Toh?

Diljit: Bas agar hai... toh ho hi jaata hai...

Maa: Matlab?

Diljit: Matlab... dikh jaata hai... feel ho jaata hai...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi.

Diljit: Aur uske liye... sab kuch karne ko mann hota hai...

Maa: Jaanti hoon...

Diljit: Meri wali Savita ki... physical need thi...

Maa: Haan...

Diljit: Tere bete ko... paise ki need hai...

Maa ne dekha. Mai wahin khada tha. Kuch nahi bola. Par sun raha tha.

Diljit: Agar ek mard... apni aurat ke liye itna kar sakta hai...

Maa: Toh?

Diljit: Toh ek aurat kyun nahi?

Maa: Karti hai...

Diljit: Aurat toh ulta zyada karti hai...

Maa: Kya?

Diljit: Apna sab kuch... luta deti hai...




Maa samajh gayi. Poori baat samajh gayi. Pyar tha. Saccha pyar. Bete ke liye. Kuch bhi karegi. Sab kuch luta degi. Apna badan. Apni izzat. Apna sab kuch. Bas bete ko khush dekhna chaahti thi.

Diljit: Ab samajh aaya?

Maa: Haan...

Diljit: Toh phir?

Mai wahin khada tha. Sun raha tha. Diljit ki baatein. Purani Savita ki kahani. Uska pati. Uski chhut. Uska pyar. Sab kuch.

Par achanak dimag mein ek cheez aayi. Kushal. Usne bhi toh kaha tha. Koi aur Savita. Shadishuda. Randi type. Jiska pati cuckold hai. Jiska lund khada nahi hota. Jisse woh pyar karta tha. Jise woh dhoondh raha tha.

Aur ab Diljit ki kahani. Uski Savita. Uska pati. Pyar. Sab kuch mil raha tha. Kya yeh wahi thi? Kya coincidence ho sakta tha? Ek hi sheher mein do Savita?

Nahi. Yeh possible nahi tha. Kushal ne kaha tha usne uske pati ko dhamki di thi. Address manga tha. Galat address mila tha. Mera address. Meri Maa ka.

Aur ab Diljit ki kahani. Usne bhi toh kaha tha uski Savita chali gayi thi. Bichhad gaye the. Kahan gayi thi? Kisi aur ke saath? Pati ke saath? Ya...

Mera dimag tez chalne laga. Kya yeh wahi thi? Kya Diljit ki Savita aur Kushal ki Savita ek hi thi? Kya uska pati wahi tha jisse Kushal ne dhamki ki thi? Kya woh chali gayi thi? Wapas apne pati ke paas? Ya kisi aur ke saath?




Aur agar woh wapas apne pati ke paas gayi thi, toh kya woh ab bhi wahan thi? Kya Kushal use dhoondh raha tha? Kya mujhe use dhoondhne mein madad karni chahiye thi? Ya kya...

Bahut saare sawal the. Koi jawab nahi tha. Bas ek realization tha. Ki yeh Savita, Diljit ki Savita, Kushal ki Savita, shayad ek hi thi. Aur woh kahin thi. Isi sheher mein. Hamse chhupi hui. Meri nazar se door. Meri maa savita se alag...

Maine Diljit se pucha.

Mai: Woh Savita... ab kahan hai?

Diljit ne dekha. Aankhon mein dard tha. Purana dard. Gehra dard.

Diljit: Pata nahi...

Mai: Matlab?

Diljit: mummy papa nahi mane to fir wo nikal li apne pati ke sath. Fir maine bhi dhundhne ki koshish nahi ki.

Mai: Pati ke paas?

Diljit: Shayad... ya kisi aur ke...

Mai: Kisi aur?

Diljit: Pata nahi... uska affair bahut logo ke sath hota rahta tha... Haan... kisi dusre mard ke saath... Dhundh hi liya hoga koi...

Bahut complicated tha. Ab mujhe pata lagana tha. Ki yeh Savita kaun hai. Kahan hai.

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[CuriousOne]

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[Danish Mukharji]

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[Danish Mukharji]

Part 35: maa bete ka honeymoon




Diljit ne mujhe dekha. Nazar se. Aankhon mein. Sawal tha. Gehra sawal.

Diljit: Tum apni Maa ko apne kabu mein karna chahte ho...

Mai: Haan...

Diljit: Par batao...

Mai: Kya?

Diljit: Kitni baar choda hai apni Maa ko?

Mai ruk gaya. Socha. Ginna shuru kiya. Ek hi baar tha. Yaad aaya. Pehli aur aakhri baar.

Mai: Ek baar...

Diljit ne sar hilaaya. Nakhre se. Samajh gaya tha. Problem samajh aayi.

Diljit: Ek baar?

Mai: Haan...




Diljit ne kareeb aaya. Haath mere kandhe par rakha. Samjhane wali awaaz mein bola.

Diljit: Wo tujhse pyar karti hai...

Mai: Pata hai...

Diljit: Aur tu apne pyar karne wali ko hi pyar nahi karta...

Mai: Kya matlab?

Diljit: Matlab... pehle use apna toh banao...

Mai: Kaise?

Diljit: Pyar se... waqt se... attention se...

Mujhe apni galti ka ahsas hua. Sahi bol raha tha. Maine ek baar choda tha. Usse pahale to dusro se chudva ke shart rakhi alag alag. Phir dosto ke saath share kar diya. Gangbang bhi karvaya tha. Par pyar? Pyar kahan tha? Waqt kahan tha? Attention kahan thi? Sab kuch selfish tha. Mera fayda. Paisa. Power. Maa ki feelings? Kahan thi?

Diljit ne aage kaha. Haath hatakar. Door khada ho gaya. Maa ki taraf dekha. Phir mujhe.




Diljit: Ab ek kaam karo...

Mai: Kya?

Diljit: Tum dono hi kahin bahar ghoom ke aao...

Mai: Kahan?

Diljit: Kisi hill station par... ya sagar kinare...

Mai: Kyun?

Diljit: Kyunki... pehle use apna banao...

Mai: Matlab?

Diljit: Matlab... randi wo khud ban jayegi... Par tum dono honeymoon par jao

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi. Aankhon mein aansu the. Par muskurahat bhi thi. Diljit sahi bol raha tha. Usne samajh liya tha. Humari chemistry mein kya missing tha. Pyar tha. Saccha pyar. Bete ka pyar. Maa ka pyar. Dono taraf se.

Diljit: Jab tak wo tumhari nahi hogi... wo kisi ki bhi nahi hogi...




Mai samajh gaya. Poori baat samajh aayi. Pehle rishta banana tha. Strong banana tha. Phir sab kuch hoga. Randi bhi banegi. Business bhi chalega. Paisa bhi aayega. Par pehle pyar. Pehle rishta. Pehle connection.

Mai: Theek hai...

Diljit: Jaao... abhi...

Mai: Abhi?

Diljit: Haan... abhi...

Mai aur Maa wahan se nikal gaye. Studio se. Diljit ko bye kaha. Ab hum dono the. Sirf hum dono. Maa beta

Car mein baith gaye. Mai driver seat par. Maa passenger seat par. Dono chup the. Kuch der chale. Phir maine bola.

Mai: Sorry Maa...

Maa ne dekha. Aankhon mein pyar tha. Gussa nahi tha. Narazgi nahi thi.

Maa: Kya sorry?




Mai: Jo kuch bhi hua...

Maa ne haath badhaya. Mere honthon par rakha. Chup karaya.

Maa: Mai toh tumse pyar karti hoon...

Mai: Pata hai...

Maa: Tumhari koi galti nahi hai...

Mai: Par...

Maa: Chup... mai tum par gussa nahi hoon...

Yeh sunte hi kuch hua. Dil mein. Aankhon mein. Maine pyar se uske baal sahalaye. Naram se. Pyaar se. Pehli baar aisa kar raha tha. Pyar se.

Mai: Batao... kahan jaana hai?

Maa ne socha. Thodi der. Phir muskurayi. Wohi sexy smile. Par ab pyar bhi tha usmein.

Maa: Agar problem na ho...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Toh Shimla chalte hain...

Mai: Shimla?

Maa: Haan... mausam abhi ka wahan achha hoga...

Mai: Theek hai...




Ham ghar pahunche. Man mein plan clear tha.

Mujhe ek rasta mil gaya tha. Maa ke badan se paise kamane ka. Business plan tha. Professional. Par pehle investment chahiye tha. Honeymoon mein. Pyar mein. Rishte mein.

Mai harami toh tha. Jaan chuka tha ke Maa ka istemal kaise karna hai. Pehle pyar. Phir wafa. Phir business. Yahi sequence tha. Diljit ne samjhaya tha. Ab amal karna tha.

Maa ne pucha: Kya soch rahe ho?

Mai: Kuch nahi... bas... tum jo chahogi wo dunga...

Maa ne muskuraya. Pyar se. Beintehaan pyar se.

Maa: Sach?

Mai: Haan...

Maa: Bas tum saath raho...

Mai: Rahunga...

Humne kapde pack kiye. Jaldi se. Shimla ke liye. Thand ke kapde. Sexy kapde. Nighty. Lingerie. Sab kuch.

Hotel check kiya. Online. Achhi si jagah. 5 star. Honeymoon suite. Book kar diya. 3 din. 3 raat. Sirf hum dono.




Maa excited thi. Pehli baar aisa trip. Pehli baar aisa attention. Pehli baar aisa pyar.

Mai bhi excited tha. Par alag reason se. Pehle pyar. Phir business. Plan set tha. Ab execution karna tha.

Raat ko nikalna tha. Train thi. 8 baje. Ab bas wait tha.

Ham station pahunche. Raat ke 7 baje. Train 8 baje thi. Platform par wait kar rahe the. Maa excited thi. Pehli baar trip. Pehli baar honeymoon. Pehli baar saccha pyar.

Mai: Plan aisa hai...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Pehle yahan se Chandigarh train mein...

Maa: Phir?

Mai: Phir wahan se car mein...

Maa: Kyun?

Mai: Taake kahin bich mein rukna ho... toh rok ke nazare ka maza le sakte hain...

Maa ne muskuraya. Aankhon mein sapne the. Naye sapne. Pyar ke sapne.

Maa: Theek hai...

Train aayi. Lamba safar tha. Isliye maine proper compartment hi book kiya tha. AC first class. Private. Par ek problem thi.

Ek bhi compartment pura khali nahi tha. 2 aur log aane wale the usi compartment mein. Strangers. Unknown. Kya hoga? Pata nahi tha.




Maa ne pucha: Koi aur bhi hai?

Mai: Haan... do log...

Maa: Kaun?

Mai: Pata nahi... strangers...

Hum andar gaye. Compartment dekha. Bada tha. Comfortable tha. Do berth the. Ek upper. Ek lower. Humara tha. Par do aur berth the. Side mein. Wahan do aur log aane wale the.

Maa: Hum kahan soyenge?

Mai: Lower berth pe... dono...

Maa: Theek hai...

Itne mein do log aaye. Compartment mein. Darwaza khola. Andar aaye. Dekha. Couple lage. Par alag couple.

Ladka tha. Young. Meri umar ka. 20s mein. Handsome tha. Confident tha. Aurat thi. Bahut beautiful. Par thodi meri Maa ki umar ki. 40s mein. Mature. Sexy. Experienced.

Dono ne hume dekha. Humne unhe dekha. Nazrein mili. Muskurahat hui. Hello hua.





Ladka: Hi...

Mai: Hi...

Aurat: Namaste...

Maa: Namaste...

Baith gaye. Apni jagah. Side wali berth pe. Dono saath mein. Haath mein haath. Pyar tha. Gahra pyar. Nazron se pata chal raha tha. Dono ek doosre se chipke hue the. Jaan se. Dil se.

Mai sochne laga. Shayad yeh bhi waisa hi rishta tha. Meri tarah. Maa ki tarah. Young ladka. Mature aurat. Kya woh bhi...?

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Par uski nazar bhi unpe gayi. Samajh rahi thi. Shakal se. Body language se. Pyar se. Sab kuch mil raha tha.

Shayad wo ladka bhi meri tarah madarchod hi hoga. Apni Maa ko chod raha hoga.. Zaroor chod raha hoga. Itna pyar. Itna attachment. Sirf bete ka nahi. Kuch aur bhi tha. Kuch ganda. Kuch sexy. Kuch passionate.

Train chalne wali thi. 8 baje. Ab hum chaar the. Ek compartment mein. Do couple. Do young ladke. Do mature auratein. Safar lamba tha. Raat bhar ki train thi.

Maine hi introduction shuru kiya. Kyunki woh aurat bahut sexy thi. Mujhse baat kiye bina raha hi nahi gaya. Aankhein usi pe thi. Figure dekh raha tha. Maa bhi notice kar rahi thi. Par kuch nahi kaha.




Mai: Hi... main...

Woh: Hi...

Mai: Main... aur meri Maa...

Maa ne haath hilaya. Normal introduction. Naam ke saath. Kuch alag nahi batana tha. Rishta chhupana tha. Mother-son hi dikhana tha.

Mai: Main. Danish... aur meri Maa Savita...

Unhone suna. Dono ne. Ladka aur aurat. Aankhen badi hui. Excitement aaya. Pehle toh kuch nahi kaha. Phir achanak...

Ladka: Kya?

Mai: Kya?

Ladka: Savita?

Mai: Haan...

Woh aurat boli. Excitement mein. Pehle introduction ke, pehle apna naam bataye.

Woh: Mera bhi...

Mai: Kya?

Woh: Merila bhi naam Savita hai...

Mai shock ho gaya. Do Savita? Ek compartment mein? Coincidence? Ya kuch aur? Ya wo savita??

Woh ladka bola. Apna naam bataya. Pehle uska.

Ladka: Main Vivaan...

Phir uski aurat ki taraf ishara kiya.

Vivaan: Aur yeh meri girlfriend Savita...

Maa: Wow... same name...

Woh Savita: Haan... kitna achha coincidence...




Vivaan: Haan yaar... pehli baar mila...

Mai: Mujhe bhi...

Achanak mai bola. Sawal pucha. Jo dimaag mein chal raha tha. Confirm karna tha.

Mai: Ek baat puchun?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Mai: Kushal ko jaanti ho?

Woh Savita thodi dar gayi. Chehra badal gaya. Rang udd gaye. Aankhen badi ho gayi. Maano uske pairon ke neeche se zameen khisak gayi ho. Dar gayi. Poori tarah se.

Woh Savita: Tu... tu kaise...

Usne mujhse pucha. Zor se. Ghabrahat mein.

Woh Savita: Tu kaise jaanta hai Kushal ko?

Mai ne kuch socha. Phir sach bola. Poora sach. Short mein. Jaldi se.

Mai: Woh ghar aaya tha...

Woh Savita: Kahan?

Mai: Mere ghar...

Woh Savita: Kyun?

Mai: Galat address mila tha... woh tumhe dhoondh raha tha...




Woh Savita ne Vivaan ki taraf dekhi. Dar tha aankhon mein. Kuch galat ho gaya tha. Plan fail ho gaya tha.

Mai: Usne kaha tha... tumhe shaadi karna chahta hai...

Woh Savita chup ho gayi. Kuch nahi kaha. Bas darri hui thi.

Mai: Usne dhamki di thi... tumhare pati ko...

Woh Savita ka haath kaanpne laga. Vivaan ne pakda. Support kiya.

Mai: Par tum mili nahi... isliye gussa ho gaya... chala gaya...

Woh Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekhti rahi. Ab kya hoga?

Ye baat Vivaan ko bhi nahi pata thi. Uski girlfriend ne kuch nahi bataya tha. Kushal ke baare mein.

Jaise hi mai ne kaha, Vivaan ka chehra badal gaya. Gusse mein aaya. Andar se. Par control kiya. Zor se nahi bola. Fusfusate hue bola. Savita se. Dono neeche jhuke. Aapas mein baat karne lage. Whispering. Jhagda ho raha tha. Shayad maine un dono ke beech mein jhagda karwa diya tha.




Kuch sunai diya mujhe. Itna ki Vivaan ne us Savita ko thoda daat ke pucha.

Vivaan: Aur kitna chhupa ke rakha hai?

Woh Savita ne kuch kaha. Chupke se. Samjhaya. Manaaya. Vivaan gussa tha. Par pyar bhi tha. Dono ka mixture tha.

Woh Savita: Trust me...

Vivaan: Kitna trust karun?

Woh Savita: Bas yehi tha...

Vivaan: Pakka?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Kuch der chup raha Vivaan. Phir shaant hua. Mamla thoda shaant hua. Par tension thi. Dono ke beech mein. Trust toot gaya tha thoda. Par pyar tha. Isliye shaant hua.

Maa ne mujhe dekha. Aankhon se pucha. Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas ishara kiya. Baad mein batayunga. Ab nahi.

Train chalne lagi. Dhakka laga. Platform peeche chala gaya. Ab safar shuru ho gaya tha.

Thodi der mein TT aaya. Ticket check kiya. Sab theek tha. Chala gaya. Humne andar se compartment band kar diya. Darwaza lock kiya. Private ho gaye. Chaaron.




Baatein shuru hui. Normal. Introduction ke baad. Shimla ke baare mein. Hotel ke baare mein. Plan ke baare mein.

Tabhi pata chala. Baro baaton mein.

Mai: Hum Shimla ja rahe hain...

Vivaan: Hum bhi...

Maa: Sach?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Mai: Hotel book kiya hai...

Vivaan: Kaunsa?

Mai: Royal...

Vivaan ne aankhen badi ki. Woh Savita bhi shocked hui.

Vivaan: Royal?

Mai: Haan...

Vivaan: Hum bhi wahin...

Maa: Kya?

Woh Savita: Same hotel?

Mai: Haan...

Vivaan: What a coincidence...

Ab safar saath tha. End tak. Raat bhar train mein. Phir hotel mein. Same place.

Thodi der ke baad Vivaan aur Savita romance karne lage. Train ki movement mein. Halki halki. Chhu rahe the ek doosre ko. Haath mein haath. Kamar pe haath. Pyaar se. Passion se.

Idhar meri Maa bhi kuch aisa hi chaahti thi mujhse. Dekh rahi thi. Nazron se keh rahi thi. Aa kar baith. Pakad haath. Pyar kar. Par wo samajh nahi rahi thi.

Mai pyar karne walon mein se nahi tha. Mai istemal karne walon mein se tha.

Par Diljit ne jo kaha tha, yaad aaya. Agar Maa mujhse ek baar apni pyas bujha legi. Saccha pyar feel karegi. Toh phir paise kamane ke liye bhi wahi help karegi. Khud se. Bina zabardasti ke. Willingly.

Par mera mann? Mera mann toh us Savita ke upar tha. Woh jo Vivaan ke saath thi. Woh bilkul sharma nahi rahi thi. Bold thi. Confident thi. Sexy thi. Mujhe dekh rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi. Aankhen mil rahi thi. Smile ho rahi thi.




Kya wo interested thi? Kya wo mujhe chaahti thi? Kya hum...?

Maa ne haath badhaya. Mere haath pakda. Pyar se. Daba ke. Keh rahi thi. Mujhe chod. Abhi. Yahin. Par mai… mai soch raha tha. Us doosri Savita ke baare mein. Uske boobs ke baare mein. Uski chut ke baare mein. Kyonki jitna sunne me aaya hai wo to hai badi vali Randi type.

Maa ko samajh aa gaya tha. Meri nazar. Meri soch. Meri desire. Usne mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein dard tha. Par samajh thi.

Maa: Beta...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Mere bhi itne bade hi hain...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Tune kabhi mujhe dekha hi nahi...

Mai kuch nahi bola. Sahi keh rahi thi. Kabhi notice nahi kiya tha. Kyun?

Mai: Maa... kaise dekhun...

Maa: Kya matlab?

Mai: Tune kabhi aise kapde mere saamne khul ke pehne?

Maa: Matlab?

Mai: Sexy kapde... revealing kapde... jo pasand hain mujhe...

Maa chup ho gayi. Sahi bol raha tha. Kabhi nahi pehne the. Old fashioned thi. Saree. Blouse. Normal. Boring.

Maa: Toh?

Mai: Mujhe aisi old fashioned auratein nahi pasand...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi.

Mai: India ke bahar gaye the... tab toh nangi bhi aayi thi... us California ke hotel mein...

Maa: Yaad hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Woh desh anjaan tha... yahan India mein aise...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Yahan sharam aati hai...

Mai ne gusse mein kaha. Aankhen us doosri Savita pe thi. Jo bilkul sharma nahi rahi thi. Bold thi. Confident thi.

Mai: Woh 2-3 din se jiski baat kar rahe hain... woh sexy Savita...

Maa: Kaun?

Mai: Woh... jo Vivaan ke saath hai...

Maa ne dekha. Us Savita ko. Haan. Beautiful thi. Sexy thi. Young thi. Confident thi.

Mai: Woh yahin hai...

Maa: Toh?

Mai: Aur use dekho... aaram se ghoom rahi hai... usko toh sharam nahi hai...

Maa samajh gayi. Farq samajh aaya. Do Savita. Do alag type. Ek sharmili. Old fashioned. Ek bold. Modern. Mai kis type ko pasand kar raha tha. Clear tha.

Ham dono mein, Maa bete mein, pyar nahi ho pa raha tha. Kuch tha jo continuously missing tha. Connection poora nahi tha. Diljit ne kaha tha, pehle pyar karo, phir sab kuch hoga. Par pyar hi nahi ho raha tha.

Maa ne koshish ki. Maine bhi koshish ki. Par kuch toh tha. Kami thi. Gap tha. Samajh nahi aa raha tha kya.

Hopeful the. Ye safar kuch achha anjaam laye. Pyar ho. Connection ho.

 

[CuriousOne]

Part 35: maa bete ka honeymoon




Diljit ne mujhe dekha. Nazar se. Aankhon mein. Sawal tha. Gehra sawal.

Diljit: Tum apni Maa ko apne kabu mein karna chahte ho...

Mai: Haan...

Diljit: Par batao...

Mai: Kya?

Diljit: Kitni baar choda hai apni Maa ko?

Mai ruk gaya. Socha. Ginna shuru kiya. Ek hi baar tha. Yaad aaya. Pehli aur aakhri baar.

Mai: Ek baar...

Diljit ne sar hilaaya. Nakhre se. Samajh gaya tha. Problem samajh aayi.

Diljit: Ek baar?

Mai: Haan...




Diljit ne kareeb aaya. Haath mere kandhe par rakha. Samjhane wali awaaz mein bola.

Diljit: Wo tujhse pyar karti hai...

Mai: Pata hai...

Diljit: Aur tu apne pyar karne wali ko hi pyar nahi karta...

Mai: Kya matlab?

Diljit: Matlab... pehle use apna toh banao...

Mai: Kaise?

Diljit: Pyar se... waqt se... attention se...

Mujhe apni galti ka ahsas hua. Sahi bol raha tha. Maine ek baar choda tha. Usse pahale to dusro se chudva ke shart rakhi alag alag. Phir dosto ke saath share kar diya. Gangbang bhi karvaya tha. Par pyar? Pyar kahan tha? Waqt kahan tha? Attention kahan thi? Sab kuch selfish tha. Mera fayda. Paisa. Power. Maa ki feelings? Kahan thi?

Diljit ne aage kaha. Haath hatakar. Door khada ho gaya. Maa ki taraf dekha. Phir mujhe.




Diljit: Ab ek kaam karo...

Mai: Kya?

Diljit: Tum dono hi kahin bahar ghoom ke aao...

Mai: Kahan?

Diljit: Kisi hill station par... ya sagar kinare...

Mai: Kyun?

Diljit: Kyunki... pehle use apna banao...

Mai: Matlab?

Diljit: Matlab... randi wo khud ban jayegi... Par tum dono honeymoon par jao

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi. Aankhon mein aansu the. Par muskurahat bhi thi. Diljit sahi bol raha tha. Usne samajh liya tha. Humari chemistry mein kya missing tha. Pyar tha. Saccha pyar. Bete ka pyar. Maa ka pyar. Dono taraf se.

Diljit: Jab tak wo tumhari nahi hogi... wo kisi ki bhi nahi hogi...




Mai samajh gaya. Poori baat samajh aayi. Pehle rishta banana tha. Strong banana tha. Phir sab kuch hoga. Randi bhi banegi. Business bhi chalega. Paisa bhi aayega. Par pehle pyar. Pehle rishta. Pehle connection.

Mai: Theek hai...

Diljit: Jaao... abhi...

Mai: Abhi?

Diljit: Haan... abhi...

Mai aur Maa wahan se nikal gaye. Studio se. Diljit ko bye kaha. Ab hum dono the. Sirf hum dono. Maa beta

Car mein baith gaye. Mai driver seat par. Maa passenger seat par. Dono chup the. Kuch der chale. Phir maine bola.

Mai: Sorry Maa...

Maa ne dekha. Aankhon mein pyar tha. Gussa nahi tha. Narazgi nahi thi.

Maa: Kya sorry?




Mai: Jo kuch bhi hua...

Maa ne haath badhaya. Mere honthon par rakha. Chup karaya.

Maa: Mai toh tumse pyar karti hoon...

Mai: Pata hai...

Maa: Tumhari koi galti nahi hai...

Mai: Par...

Maa: Chup... mai tum par gussa nahi hoon...

Yeh sunte hi kuch hua. Dil mein. Aankhon mein. Maine pyar se uske baal sahalaye. Naram se. Pyaar se. Pehli baar aisa kar raha tha. Pyar se.

Mai: Batao... kahan jaana hai?

Maa ne socha. Thodi der. Phir muskurayi. Wohi sexy smile. Par ab pyar bhi tha usmein.

Maa: Agar problem na ho...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Toh Shimla chalte hain...

Mai: Shimla?

Maa: Haan... mausam abhi ka wahan achha hoga...

Mai: Theek hai...




Ham ghar pahunche. Man mein plan clear tha.

Mujhe ek rasta mil gaya tha. Maa ke badan se paise kamane ka. Business plan tha. Professional. Par pehle investment chahiye tha. Honeymoon mein. Pyar mein. Rishte mein.

Mai harami toh tha. Jaan chuka tha ke Maa ka istemal kaise karna hai. Pehle pyar. Phir wafa. Phir business. Yahi sequence tha. Diljit ne samjhaya tha. Ab amal karna tha.

Maa ne pucha: Kya soch rahe ho?

Mai: Kuch nahi... bas... tum jo chahogi wo dunga...

Maa ne muskuraya. Pyar se. Beintehaan pyar se.

Maa: Sach?

Mai: Haan...

Maa: Bas tum saath raho...

Mai: Rahunga...

Humne kapde pack kiye. Jaldi se. Shimla ke liye. Thand ke kapde. Sexy kapde. Nighty. Lingerie. Sab kuch.

Hotel check kiya. Online. Achhi si jagah. 5 star. Honeymoon suite. Book kar diya. 3 din. 3 raat. Sirf hum dono.




Maa excited thi. Pehli baar aisa trip. Pehli baar aisa attention. Pehli baar aisa pyar.

Mai bhi excited tha. Par alag reason se. Pehle pyar. Phir business. Plan set tha. Ab execution karna tha.

Raat ko nikalna tha. Train thi. 8 baje. Ab bas wait tha.

Ham station pahunche. Raat ke 7 baje. Train 8 baje thi. Platform par wait kar rahe the. Maa excited thi. Pehli baar trip. Pehli baar honeymoon. Pehli baar saccha pyar.

Mai: Plan aisa hai...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Pehle yahan se Chandigarh train mein...

Maa: Phir?

Mai: Phir wahan se car mein...

Maa: Kyun?

Mai: Taake kahin bich mein rukna ho... toh rok ke nazare ka maza le sakte hain...

Maa ne muskuraya. Aankhon mein sapne the. Naye sapne. Pyar ke sapne.

Maa: Theek hai...

Train aayi. Lamba safar tha. Isliye maine proper compartment hi book kiya tha. AC first class. Private. Par ek problem thi.

Ek bhi compartment pura khali nahi tha. 2 aur log aane wale the usi compartment mein. Strangers. Unknown. Kya hoga? Pata nahi tha.




Maa ne pucha: Koi aur bhi hai?

Mai: Haan... do log...

Maa: Kaun?

Mai: Pata nahi... strangers...

Hum andar gaye. Compartment dekha. Bada tha. Comfortable tha. Do berth the. Ek upper. Ek lower. Humara tha. Par do aur berth the. Side mein. Wahan do aur log aane wale the.

Maa: Hum kahan soyenge?

Mai: Lower berth pe... dono...

Maa: Theek hai...

Itne mein do log aaye. Compartment mein. Darwaza khola. Andar aaye. Dekha. Couple lage. Par alag couple.

Ladka tha. Young. Meri umar ka. 20s mein. Handsome tha. Confident tha. Aurat thi. Bahut beautiful. Par thodi meri Maa ki umar ki. 40s mein. Mature. Sexy. Experienced.

Dono ne hume dekha. Humne unhe dekha. Nazrein mili. Muskurahat hui. Hello hua.





Ladka: Hi...

Mai: Hi...

Aurat: Namaste...

Maa: Namaste...

Baith gaye. Apni jagah. Side wali berth pe. Dono saath mein. Haath mein haath. Pyar tha. Gahra pyar. Nazron se pata chal raha tha. Dono ek doosre se chipke hue the. Jaan se. Dil se.

Mai sochne laga. Shayad yeh bhi waisa hi rishta tha. Meri tarah. Maa ki tarah. Young ladka. Mature aurat. Kya woh bhi...?

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Par uski nazar bhi unpe gayi. Samajh rahi thi. Shakal se. Body language se. Pyar se. Sab kuch mil raha tha.

Shayad wo ladka bhi meri tarah madarchod hi hoga. Apni Maa ko chod raha hoga.. Zaroor chod raha hoga. Itna pyar. Itna attachment. Sirf bete ka nahi. Kuch aur bhi tha. Kuch ganda. Kuch sexy. Kuch passionate.

Train chalne wali thi. 8 baje. Ab hum chaar the. Ek compartment mein. Do couple. Do young ladke. Do mature auratein. Safar lamba tha. Raat bhar ki train thi.

Maine hi introduction shuru kiya. Kyunki woh aurat bahut sexy thi. Mujhse baat kiye bina raha hi nahi gaya. Aankhein usi pe thi. Figure dekh raha tha. Maa bhi notice kar rahi thi. Par kuch nahi kaha.




Mai: Hi... main...

Woh: Hi...

Mai: Main... aur meri Maa...

Maa ne haath hilaya. Normal introduction. Naam ke saath. Kuch alag nahi batana tha. Rishta chhupana tha. Mother-son hi dikhana tha.

Mai: Main. Danish... aur meri Maa Savita...

Unhone suna. Dono ne. Ladka aur aurat. Aankhen badi hui. Excitement aaya. Pehle toh kuch nahi kaha. Phir achanak...

Ladka: Kya?

Mai: Kya?

Ladka: Savita?

Mai: Haan...

Woh aurat boli. Excitement mein. Pehle introduction ke, pehle apna naam bataye.

Woh: Mera bhi...

Mai: Kya?

Woh: Merila bhi naam Savita hai...

Mai shock ho gaya. Do Savita? Ek compartment mein? Coincidence? Ya kuch aur? Ya wo savita??

Woh ladka bola. Apna naam bataya. Pehle uska.

Ladka: Main Vivaan...

Phir uski aurat ki taraf ishara kiya.

Vivaan: Aur yeh meri girlfriend Savita...

Maa: Wow... same name...

Woh Savita: Haan... kitna achha coincidence...




Vivaan: Haan yaar... pehli baar mila...

Mai: Mujhe bhi...

Achanak mai bola. Sawal pucha. Jo dimaag mein chal raha tha. Confirm karna tha.

Mai: Ek baat puchun?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Mai: Kushal ko jaanti ho?

Woh Savita thodi dar gayi. Chehra badal gaya. Rang udd gaye. Aankhen badi ho gayi. Maano uske pairon ke neeche se zameen khisak gayi ho. Dar gayi. Poori tarah se.

Woh Savita: Tu... tu kaise...

Usne mujhse pucha. Zor se. Ghabrahat mein.

Woh Savita: Tu kaise jaanta hai Kushal ko?

Mai ne kuch socha. Phir sach bola. Poora sach. Short mein. Jaldi se.

Mai: Woh ghar aaya tha...

Woh Savita: Kahan?

Mai: Mere ghar...

Woh Savita: Kyun?

Mai: Galat address mila tha... woh tumhe dhoondh raha tha...




Woh Savita ne Vivaan ki taraf dekhi. Dar tha aankhon mein. Kuch galat ho gaya tha. Plan fail ho gaya tha.

Mai: Usne kaha tha... tumhe shaadi karna chahta hai...

Woh Savita chup ho gayi. Kuch nahi kaha. Bas darri hui thi.

Mai: Usne dhamki di thi... tumhare pati ko...

Woh Savita ka haath kaanpne laga. Vivaan ne pakda. Support kiya.

Mai: Par tum mili nahi... isliye gussa ho gaya... chala gaya...

Woh Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekhti rahi. Ab kya hoga?

Ye baat Vivaan ko bhi nahi pata thi. Uski girlfriend ne kuch nahi bataya tha. Kushal ke baare mein.

Jaise hi mai ne kaha, Vivaan ka chehra badal gaya. Gusse mein aaya. Andar se. Par control kiya. Zor se nahi bola. Fusfusate hue bola. Savita se. Dono neeche jhuke. Aapas mein baat karne lage. Whispering. Jhagda ho raha tha. Shayad maine un dono ke beech mein jhagda karwa diya tha.




Kuch sunai diya mujhe. Itna ki Vivaan ne us Savita ko thoda daat ke pucha.

Vivaan: Aur kitna chhupa ke rakha hai?

Woh Savita ne kuch kaha. Chupke se. Samjhaya. Manaaya. Vivaan gussa tha. Par pyar bhi tha. Dono ka mixture tha.

Woh Savita: Trust me...

Vivaan: Kitna trust karun?

Woh Savita: Bas yehi tha...

Vivaan: Pakka?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Kuch der chup raha Vivaan. Phir shaant hua. Mamla thoda shaant hua. Par tension thi. Dono ke beech mein. Trust toot gaya tha thoda. Par pyar tha. Isliye shaant hua.

Maa ne mujhe dekha. Aankhon se pucha. Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas ishara kiya. Baad mein batayunga. Ab nahi.

Train chalne lagi. Dhakka laga. Platform peeche chala gaya. Ab safar shuru ho gaya tha.

Thodi der mein TT aaya. Ticket check kiya. Sab theek tha. Chala gaya. Humne andar se compartment band kar diya. Darwaza lock kiya. Private ho gaye. Chaaron.




Baatein shuru hui. Normal. Introduction ke baad. Shimla ke baare mein. Hotel ke baare mein. Plan ke baare mein.

Tabhi pata chala. Baro baaton mein.

Mai: Hum Shimla ja rahe hain...

Vivaan: Hum bhi...

Maa: Sach?

Woh Savita: Haan...

Mai: Hotel book kiya hai...

Vivaan: Kaunsa?

Mai: Royal...

Vivaan ne aankhen badi ki. Woh Savita bhi shocked hui.

Vivaan: Royal?

Mai: Haan...

Vivaan: Hum bhi wahin...

Maa: Kya?

Woh Savita: Same hotel?

Mai: Haan...

Vivaan: What a coincidence...

Ab safar saath tha. End tak. Raat bhar train mein. Phir hotel mein. Same place.

Thodi der ke baad Vivaan aur Savita romance karne lage. Train ki movement mein. Halki halki. Chhu rahe the ek doosre ko. Haath mein haath. Kamar pe haath. Pyaar se. Passion se.

Idhar meri Maa bhi kuch aisa hi chaahti thi mujhse. Dekh rahi thi. Nazron se keh rahi thi. Aa kar baith. Pakad haath. Pyar kar. Par wo samajh nahi rahi thi.

Mai pyar karne walon mein se nahi tha. Mai istemal karne walon mein se tha.

Par Diljit ne jo kaha tha, yaad aaya. Agar Maa mujhse ek baar apni pyas bujha legi. Saccha pyar feel karegi. Toh phir paise kamane ke liye bhi wahi help karegi. Khud se. Bina zabardasti ke. Willingly.

Par mera mann? Mera mann toh us Savita ke upar tha. Woh jo Vivaan ke saath thi. Woh bilkul sharma nahi rahi thi. Bold thi. Confident thi. Sexy thi. Mujhe dekh rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi. Aankhen mil rahi thi. Smile ho rahi thi.




Kya wo interested thi? Kya wo mujhe chaahti thi? Kya hum...?

Maa ne haath badhaya. Mere haath pakda. Pyar se. Daba ke. Keh rahi thi. Mujhe chod. Abhi. Yahin. Par mai… mai soch raha tha. Us doosri Savita ke baare mein. Uske boobs ke baare mein. Uski chut ke baare mein. Kyonki jitna sunne me aaya hai wo to hai badi vali Randi type.

Maa ko samajh aa gaya tha. Meri nazar. Meri soch. Meri desire. Usne mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein dard tha. Par samajh thi.

Maa: Beta...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Mere bhi itne bade hi hain...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Tune kabhi mujhe dekha hi nahi...

Mai kuch nahi bola. Sahi keh rahi thi. Kabhi notice nahi kiya tha. Kyun?

Mai: Maa... kaise dekhun...

Maa: Kya matlab?

Mai: Tune kabhi aise kapde mere saamne khul ke pehne?

Maa: Matlab?

Mai: Sexy kapde... revealing kapde... jo pasand hain mujhe...

Maa chup ho gayi. Sahi bol raha tha. Kabhi nahi pehne the. Old fashioned thi. Saree. Blouse. Normal. Boring.

Maa: Toh?

Mai: Mujhe aisi old fashioned auratein nahi pasand...

Maa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas sun rahi thi.

Mai: India ke bahar gaye the... tab toh nangi bhi aayi thi... us California ke hotel mein...

Maa: Yaad hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Woh desh anjaan tha... yahan India mein aise...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Yahan sharam aati hai...

Mai ne gusse mein kaha. Aankhen us doosri Savita pe thi. Jo bilkul sharma nahi rahi thi. Bold thi. Confident thi.

Mai: Woh 2-3 din se jiski baat kar rahe hain... woh sexy Savita...

Maa: Kaun?

Mai: Woh... jo Vivaan ke saath hai...

Maa ne dekha. Us Savita ko. Haan. Beautiful thi. Sexy thi. Young thi. Confident thi.

Mai: Woh yahin hai...

Maa: Toh?

Mai: Aur use dekho... aaram se ghoom rahi hai... usko toh sharam nahi hai...

Maa samajh gayi. Farq samajh aaya. Do Savita. Do alag type. Ek sharmili. Old fashioned. Ek bold. Modern. Mai kis type ko pasand kar raha tha. Clear tha.

Ham dono mein, Maa bete mein, pyar nahi ho pa raha tha. Kuch tha jo continuously missing tha. Connection poora nahi tha. Diljit ne kaha tha, pehle pyar karo, phir sab kuch hoga. Par pyar hi nahi ho raha tha.

Maa ne koshish ki. Maine bhi koshish ki. Par kuch toh tha. Kami thi. Gap tha. Samajh nahi aa raha tha kya.

Hopeful the. Ye safar kuch achha anjaam laye. Pyar ho. Connection ho.

Mast update bhai akhir dusri Savita se bhi mulakat ho gayi good

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Part 36: Maa ko hi shuruat karni padi




Dusri wali Savita bahar gayi. Washroom ke liye shayad. Ya fresh hawa ke liye. Piche piche Vivaan bhi chala gaya. Dono saath mein gaye. Saath mein aaye. Aur kuch toh taiyaari kar rahe the. Planning thi. Kuch naya. Kuch exciting.

Maa ne mujhe dekha. Meri nazar. Meri direction. Meri soch. Sab us doosri Savita pe thi. Ghur raha tha main. Bina jhijhak ke. Bina sharam ke.

Woh Savita sach mein sexy thi. Ekdam open. Confident. Bold. Koi sharam nahi. Koi hesitation nahi. Jo man mein aaya woh kiya. Jo chaha woh pehna. Jo chaha woh dikhaaya.

Ye dekh kar meri Maa ne kuch socha. Decision liya. Badalna tha. Competition mein aana tha. Mujhe wapas paana tha. Ya shayad... shayad mujhe khush karna tha. Jo main chaahta tha woh banna tha.

Maa mere paas aayi. Nazdeek. Bahut nazdeek. Haath mere haath mein daala. Pyaar se. Daba ke. Aankhon mein aankhen daali.

Maa: Beta...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: I love you...

Pehli baar kaha tha itna openly. Pehli baar sacchi feeling ke saath. Ya shayad... shayad competition mein. Par kaha tha. Sun kar achha laga.

Mai: Maa...

Maa: Haan...

Mai: I love you too...




Maa ne mujhe surprise diya. Chhota sa. Par bada asar. Apna pallu hataaya. Blouse ke upar se thoda adjust kake. Aur dikhaaya.

Transparent bra thi. Sexy. Black. Lace wali. Boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Nipples bhi. Bade. Gol. Tight. Pehli baar itna sexy lag rahi thi Maa. Pehli baar itna attractive. Pehli baar itni desirable.

Mai dekhta raha. Nazren nahi hata pa raha tha. Woh doosri Savita bhool gaya tha. Bas yehi Savita. Meri Savita. Meri Maa. Sexy. Hot. Ready.

Maa ne muskuraya. Aankh mari. Poochne wali nazar.

Mai: Maa...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Kya yahan...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Kya yahan chudai ki jaaye?

Maa sharmayi. Sach mein sharmayi. Chehra laal ho gaya. Par excitement bhi thi. Aankhon mein chamak thi.

Maa: Yahan?

Mai: Haan...

Maa: Ye dono ke saamne??

Mai ne dekha. Vivaan aur Savita. Woh apni preparation mein busy the. Par dekh sakte the. Sun sakte the. Pata nahi tha.

Mai: Kya problem hai?

Maa: Sharam aati hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Kaise...

Mai: Waise hi... jaise woh Savita karti hai...

Maa ne us doosri Savita ko dekha. Woh Vivaan ke saath chipki hui thi. Haath mein haath. Kamar pe haath. Openly. Bina sharam ke.

Itne mein woh Savita ne directly pucha. Hamein. Dono ko. Nazron se. Openly. Bina sharam ke.




Savita: Excuse me...

Mai: Haan?

Savita: Ham log kuch karein... toh aapko disturb nahi hoga na?

Mai samajh nahi paaya. Kya keh rahi thi? Kya matlab tha?

Mai: Kya?

Savita ne muskuraya. Sexy smile. Bold. Confident. Kuch bhi bol sakti thi.

Savita: Mere boyfriend ki ichha poori karna chaahti hoon...

Mai: Kya?

Savita: Ham dono... train mein... you know what I mean...

Mai samajh gaya. Shock ho gaya. Yeh kya bol rahi thi? Openly? Saamne? Sab ke saamne?

Maa ne suna. Sab suna. Kuch socha. Phir... phir usne charge apne haath mein liya. Khud boli. Pehli baar itna bold. Itna confident.

Maa: Sure... why not...

Mai ne dekha. Shock mein. Maa? Itni bold? Itni open? Competition mein? Ya sach mein?




Maa: Ham bhi wahi soch rahe the...

Yeh kehkar Maa ne mujhse aankhen mili. Pyaar thi. Desire thi. Challenge thi. Sab kuch tha.

Fir bhi safe side ke liye, us Savita ne bich mein curtain daal diya. Ek patla sa. Pink color ka. Do hisson mein baant diya compartment. Ek side woh dono. Ek side hum dono. Privacy thi. Par saath bhi the. Awaaz aayegi. Sab sunenge. Par dekhenge nahi. Curtain tha.

Pata nahi wahan kya hone laga. Awaazen aa rahi thi. Halki halki. Siski. Saans. Kapde utarne ki awaaz. Kiss ki awaaz. Sab kuch.

Idhar meri Maa ne mujhe pataane ke liye khadi ho gayi. Mere saamne. Mere berth ke paas. Aur shuru kiya. Dance. Saree mein. Ekdam sexy sa.

Haath upar uthaye. Kamar hilayi. Hips kaanpaye. Boobs jhoole. Saree ka pallu giraya. Phir uthaya. Phir giraya. Tease kar rahi thi. Mujhe. Apne bete ko. Pehli baar itna openly. Itna confidently.




Mai baitha tha. Lower berth par. Dekh raha tha. Nazren chipka ke. Maa ko. Meri Maa ko. Pehli baar itni sexy lag rahi thi. Pehli baar itni desirable. Pehli baar dil chahta tha. Sachi mein. Bina kisi planning ke. Bina kisi fayde ke.

Maa ne dhire se apne pallu ko niche gira diya. Ek randi ki tarah. Poori saree khol di. Body expose kar di. Boobs dikhaye blouse ke upar se. Kamar dikhayi. Hips dikhaye. Sab kuch. Ghum rahi thi.

Phir mere upar aayi. Lower berth par. Mere oopar. Straddle kiya. Baith gayi. Mere stomach par. Face mere face ke paas laayi. Nazdeek. Bahut nazdeek. Saans uski saans mein mil rahi thi.

Tease karne lagi. Honthon se. Aankhon se. Chehre se. Poori body se. Mujhe. Apne bete ko. Pehli baar itna close. Itna intimate. Itna passionate.

Mai kuch nahi kar pa raha tha. Bas dekh raha tha. Feel kar raha tha. Enjoy kar raha tha. Maa ki softness. Maa ki garmi. Maa ki desire. Sab kuch.

Maa ne apne blouse ke 4 hooks mein se ek ek hook dhire dhire kholna shuru kiya. Pehla hook khola. Thodi si skin dikhayi. Doosra hook khola. Aur zyada cleavage dikhaya. Teesra hook khola. Bra strap dikhayi. Chautha hook khola. Poora blouse khula.




Phir haathon se blouse ko hataaya. Shoulder se. Arms se. Poora nanga kiya upar se. Sirf bra reh gayi. Black. Transparent. Lace wali. Boobs poori tarah se dikh rahe the. Bade. Gol. Tight. Nipples bra ke andar se bhi dikh rahe the. Khade the. Excited the.

Maa ne dhire dhire haath bra par rakha. Tease kar rahi thi. Bahar nikalne wali thi. Par ruk rahi thi. Mujhe tarsa rahi thi. Mere liye show kar rahi thi. Pehli baar itna patient. Itna teasing. Itna sexy.

Mai dekhta raha. Saans rok ke. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Niche lund poora khada ho chuka tha. Pant mein tent ban gaya tha. Maa ne notice kiya. Muskura di. Jaanti thi. Effect samajh rahi thi. Power feel kar rahi thi.

Maa wapas khadi hui. Mere upar se. Petticoat ka naada khola. Neeche giraya. Petticoat utara. Pair se nikaala. Ab sirf bra panty mein thi. Black. Transparent. Chut saaf dikh rahi thi.




Wapas mere upar aayi. Straddle kiya. Baith gayi. Mere lund ke upar. Panty mein hi. Feel ho raha tha. Garmi. Nami. Softness.

Romantic baatein karne lagi. Halki awaaz mein. Kaan mein. Sirf mere liye.

Maa: Jaanu...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Chut sukhi ho rakhi hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Pani ki zaroorat hai...

Mai: Pani toh hai...

Maa: Nahi... safed pani ki...

Mai samajh gaya. Double meaning tha. Romantic tha. Sexy tha. White water. Cum. Virya. Uske andar chahiye tha.

Mai: Safed pani?

Maa: Haan... garam sa... gadha sa... chipchipa sa...

Mai: Kahan chahiye?

Maa: Jahan pyas lagi hai...

Mai: Kahan pyas lagi hai?

Maa: Andar... bahut andar... gehraai mein...

Mai: Gehraai mein?

Maa: Haan... poori gehraai tak... bhar do...




Aise hi baatein chal rahi thi. Double meaning. Romantic. Sexy. Foreplay. Tease. Curtain ke us par awaazen aa rahi thi. Woh dono poori speed mein the. Thap thap thap. Idhar abhi baatein hi chal rahi thi. Romantic baatein. Dirty baatein. Double meaning waali.

Maa: Tumhare paas hai na safed paani?

Mai: Haan... bahut saara...

Maa: Toh pilao na...

Mai: Kaise?

Maa: Apne lund se... seedha andar... poora bhar do...

Mai: Poora?

Maa: Haan... ek boond bhi baahar nahi aani chahiye... poora andar...

Mai: Andar kahan?

Maa: Chut mein... gand mein... muh mein... har jagah...

Mai: Har jagah?

Maa: Haan... poori body mein... safed paani se bhar do...

Mai: Pyas bujhegi?

Maa: Buajhegi... aur phirse lagegi... tumse hi...

Mai: Mujhse hi?

Maa: Haan... sirf tumse... tumhara hi paani peena chahie har jagah...

Fir mere upar aa gayi. Poori tarah se. Face mera face ke upar. Honth mere honthon par. Kiss karne lagi. Sexy andaaz mein. Pehli baar itna passionate. Pehli baar itna romantic. Pehli baar itna intense.

Mujhe nahi pata tha ke Mummy ko mujhse itna pyar hai. Itna desire. Itna need. Pehli baar feel ho raha tha. Saccha pyar. Saccha connection. Kuch alag tha. Kuch naya tha.





Maine piche haath daala. Hook dhoonda. Kholne ki koshish ki. Par Maa ne roka. Haath pakda. Zor se. Aankhon mein aag thi. Havas bhari baaton mein boli.

Maa: Fad daalo...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Is bra ko... fad daalo...

Mai: Fir kya pahane gi?

Maa ne muskuraya. Sexy smile. Wohi randi wali smile. Jo ab mujhe pasand aa rahi thi.

Maa: Honeymoon mein... innerwear kaun pahanta hai...

Yeh sunte hi kuch ho gaya. Dimag mein. Dil mein. Lunde mein. Poora khada ho gaya. Poora tight. Poora ready.

Maine dono haathon se bra pakdi. Zor se. Kheencha. Phad diya. Nikal gayi body se. Boobs poori tarah se bahar aa gaye. Gol. Gori. Badi. Perfect.

Maine niche pheki. Tuti hui Bra. Floor par. Train ki floor par. Ab koi kapda nahi tha. Sirf panty. Wo bhi jane wali thi.

Fir maine kaha: Is panty ki bhi kya zaroorat?

Maa ne kaha: Aise toh nahi phategi...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Ek kaam karti hoon...

Kehkar wo khadi hui. Upar se. Hamare samaan se. Bag se. Kuch nikala. Kechi. Scissors. Chhoti si. Sharp. Kaatne ke liye.

Pata nahi iska kya kaam hai. Par thik hai. Ab mujhe di. Haath mein rakh di. Aur kaha.

Maa: Bich mein se phaad do...

Mai: Kaise?

Maa: Kechi se...

Mai ne pakda. Panty ke upar. Chut ke paas. Upar se touch kiya. Kechi se. Pucha.

Mai: Kya chhed yahin hai?





Maa: Kya karna chahte ho?

Mai: Choot ke chhed wali jagah se hi katunga...

Maa ne muskuraya. Taangein failayi. Panty ko side mein kiya. Aur dikhaaya. Chut. Poori. Gili. Khuli. Chhed saaf dikh raha tha. Pink. Tight. Inviting.

Maa: Yahan se kaato...

Maine kechi rakhi. Chhed ke upar oani panty ke kapade se. Zor lagaya. Kaatna shuru kiya. Maano maine choot ka udghatan kiya ho. Ribbon kaat raha h un. Nayi dukaan ki. Nayi zindagi ki. Naye rishte ki.

Panty kaat gayi. Bich mein se. Chhed wali jagah se. Ab khuli thi. Poori tarah se. Koi rukawat nahi. Fir hath se fad kar panty bhi nikal di.




Fir maine Maa ko apne badan se niche ki aur kiya. Bed par. Lower berth par. Poori tarah se let gayi. Pair failaye. Taangein uthayi. Mere liye. Apne bete ke liye.

Mai khada hua. Fatafat. Turant. Kapde utare. Shirt. Pant. Underwear. Sab kuch. Poora nanga. Poora khada. Poora ready. 8 inch. Sakht. Tight. Taiyaar.

Tab tak Maa ekdam randi ki tarah thi. Pair failaye. Chut kholi. Haath apne boobs par. Daba rahi thi. Tease kar rahi thi. Mera intezaar kar rahi thi. Apne bete ka. Apne mard ka.




Mai upar chad gaya. Poora badan uske upar. Haath uske dono taraf. Face uske face ke paas. Lund uski chut ke paas. Touch ho raha tha. Garam. Naram. Wet. Ready.

Mere lund ne dastak di. Maa ki chut mein. Topa andar ghusa. Maa ne awaaz nikali.

Maa: Ooooh...

Mai ruka nahi. Aur zor se dhakka lagaya. Poora andar. 8 inch. Ek baar mein. Poora ghus gaya. Maa ki chut ne pakad liya. Tight grip. Garam. Wet. Perfect.




Maine Maa ko baahon mein bhar liya. Poori tarah se. Chipka liya. Seene se seene. Honthon se honthon. Aur ekdam pichak diya. Poora andar. Poora deep. Poora connected.

Ek badan se dusra badan. Jaise ek sharpener mein pencil ghusa di ho. Andar. Tez. Zor se. Aur pencil chhilte ja rahi ho. Chhilte ja rahi ho. Kat ti ja rahi ho. Barik hoti ja rahi ho.

Par yahan ulta tha. Reverse sharpener tha. Meri Maa ki chut.

Mera lund andar ghusa. Zor se. Tez. Poora 8 inch. Par chhila nahi. Barik nahi hua. Ulta bada hota gaya. Mota hota gaya. Sakht hota gaya. Jaise koi pump ho. Jaise koi magic ho. Ulta poora lund aur zyada tight ho gaya. Aur zyada sakht ho gaya. Aur zyada bada ho gaya.

Mai upar neeche ho raha tha. Stroke dete hue. Thap thap thap. Awaz aa rahi thi. Maa ki awaz. Siski. Saans. "Ooooh... aaaah... beta... aur zor se..."




Thap thap. Jor jor se. Itni tez awaaz aa rahi thi. Train ki movement ke saath. Speed ke saath. Poora compartment hil raha tha. Maa 2-3 baar jhad chuki thi. Poora seat gila ho gaya tha. Uske paani se. Uske orgasm se.

Mai bhi bas ab kisi bhi pal jhadne wala tha. Poora tight ho gaya tha. Poora ready. Aur phir... phir nikal gaya. Poora ka poora virya. Garam. Gadha. Zyada quantity mein. Maa ki chut mein. Seedha andar. Bachhedani tak. Shayad pichkari nikal ke wahan pahuncha hoga. Poora bhar diya. Ek boond bhi baahar nahi aayi.




Ham dono pasine se lathpath the. Thak gaye the. Par excitement itni thi. Energy itni thi. Maine ruka nahi. Chalu rakha. Stroke. Thap thap thap. Aur dusri baar. Bas 1 hi minute ke gap mein. Apna lund wapas daala. Poora andar. Phir se. Naya round. Naya energy. Naya josh. Aur jad gaya...

Par ab thakan had se zyada ho gayi thi. Mujhe laga mai kahi gir jaunga. Ghirr jaunga Maa ke upar. Chot lagegi. Rukna tha. Abhi. Isi waqt.

Maine apna lund turant nikala. Poora bahar. Maa ki chut se. Gila lund. Virya se bhara hua. Thaka hua.

Aur kuch nahi socha. Bas nikala. Aur bola. Zor se. Ghusse se. Pyar se. Sab kuch mix.

Mai: Benchod... Utar niche muje sone de...

 

[CuriousOne]

Part 36: Maa ko hi shuruat karni padi




Dusri wali Savita bahar gayi. Washroom ke liye shayad. Ya fresh hawa ke liye. Piche piche Vivaan bhi chala gaya. Dono saath mein gaye. Saath mein aaye. Aur kuch toh taiyaari kar rahe the. Planning thi. Kuch naya. Kuch exciting.

Maa ne mujhe dekha. Meri nazar. Meri direction. Meri soch. Sab us doosri Savita pe thi. Ghur raha tha main. Bina jhijhak ke. Bina sharam ke.

Woh Savita sach mein sexy thi. Ekdam open. Confident. Bold. Koi sharam nahi. Koi hesitation nahi. Jo man mein aaya woh kiya. Jo chaha woh pehna. Jo chaha woh dikhaaya.

Ye dekh kar meri Maa ne kuch socha. Decision liya. Badalna tha. Competition mein aana tha. Mujhe wapas paana tha. Ya shayad... shayad mujhe khush karna tha. Jo main chaahta tha woh banna tha.

Maa mere paas aayi. Nazdeek. Bahut nazdeek. Haath mere haath mein daala. Pyaar se. Daba ke. Aankhon mein aankhen daali.

Maa: Beta...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: I love you...

Pehli baar kaha tha itna openly. Pehli baar sacchi feeling ke saath. Ya shayad... shayad competition mein. Par kaha tha. Sun kar achha laga.

Mai: Maa...

Maa: Haan...

Mai: I love you too...




Maa ne mujhe surprise diya. Chhota sa. Par bada asar. Apna pallu hataaya. Blouse ke upar se thoda adjust kake. Aur dikhaaya.

Transparent bra thi. Sexy. Black. Lace wali. Boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Nipples bhi. Bade. Gol. Tight. Pehli baar itna sexy lag rahi thi Maa. Pehli baar itna attractive. Pehli baar itni desirable.

Mai dekhta raha. Nazren nahi hata pa raha tha. Woh doosri Savita bhool gaya tha. Bas yehi Savita. Meri Savita. Meri Maa. Sexy. Hot. Ready.

Maa ne muskuraya. Aankh mari. Poochne wali nazar.

Mai: Maa...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Kya yahan...

Maa: Kya?

Mai: Kya yahan chudai ki jaaye?

Maa sharmayi. Sach mein sharmayi. Chehra laal ho gaya. Par excitement bhi thi. Aankhon mein chamak thi.

Maa: Yahan?

Mai: Haan...

Maa: Ye dono ke saamne??

Mai ne dekha. Vivaan aur Savita. Woh apni preparation mein busy the. Par dekh sakte the. Sun sakte the. Pata nahi tha.

Mai: Kya problem hai?

Maa: Sharam aati hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Kaise...

Mai: Waise hi... jaise woh Savita karti hai...

Maa ne us doosri Savita ko dekha. Woh Vivaan ke saath chipki hui thi. Haath mein haath. Kamar pe haath. Openly. Bina sharam ke.

Itne mein woh Savita ne directly pucha. Hamein. Dono ko. Nazron se. Openly. Bina sharam ke.




Savita: Excuse me...

Mai: Haan?

Savita: Ham log kuch karein... toh aapko disturb nahi hoga na?

Mai samajh nahi paaya. Kya keh rahi thi? Kya matlab tha?

Mai: Kya?

Savita ne muskuraya. Sexy smile. Bold. Confident. Kuch bhi bol sakti thi.

Savita: Mere boyfriend ki ichha poori karna chaahti hoon...

Mai: Kya?

Savita: Ham dono... train mein... you know what I mean...

Mai samajh gaya. Shock ho gaya. Yeh kya bol rahi thi? Openly? Saamne? Sab ke saamne?

Maa ne suna. Sab suna. Kuch socha. Phir... phir usne charge apne haath mein liya. Khud boli. Pehli baar itna bold. Itna confident.

Maa: Sure... why not...

Mai ne dekha. Shock mein. Maa? Itni bold? Itni open? Competition mein? Ya sach mein?




Maa: Ham bhi wahi soch rahe the...

Yeh kehkar Maa ne mujhse aankhen mili. Pyaar thi. Desire thi. Challenge thi. Sab kuch tha.

Fir bhi safe side ke liye, us Savita ne bich mein curtain daal diya. Ek patla sa. Pink color ka. Do hisson mein baant diya compartment. Ek side woh dono. Ek side hum dono. Privacy thi. Par saath bhi the. Awaaz aayegi. Sab sunenge. Par dekhenge nahi. Curtain tha.

Pata nahi wahan kya hone laga. Awaazen aa rahi thi. Halki halki. Siski. Saans. Kapde utarne ki awaaz. Kiss ki awaaz. Sab kuch.

Idhar meri Maa ne mujhe pataane ke liye khadi ho gayi. Mere saamne. Mere berth ke paas. Aur shuru kiya. Dance. Saree mein. Ekdam sexy sa.

Haath upar uthaye. Kamar hilayi. Hips kaanpaye. Boobs jhoole. Saree ka pallu giraya. Phir uthaya. Phir giraya. Tease kar rahi thi. Mujhe. Apne bete ko. Pehli baar itna openly. Itna confidently.




Mai baitha tha. Lower berth par. Dekh raha tha. Nazren chipka ke. Maa ko. Meri Maa ko. Pehli baar itni sexy lag rahi thi. Pehli baar itni desirable. Pehli baar dil chahta tha. Sachi mein. Bina kisi planning ke. Bina kisi fayde ke.

Maa ne dhire se apne pallu ko niche gira diya. Ek randi ki tarah. Poori saree khol di. Body expose kar di. Boobs dikhaye blouse ke upar se. Kamar dikhayi. Hips dikhaye. Sab kuch. Ghum rahi thi.

Phir mere upar aayi. Lower berth par. Mere oopar. Straddle kiya. Baith gayi. Mere stomach par. Face mere face ke paas laayi. Nazdeek. Bahut nazdeek. Saans uski saans mein mil rahi thi.

Tease karne lagi. Honthon se. Aankhon se. Chehre se. Poori body se. Mujhe. Apne bete ko. Pehli baar itna close. Itna intimate. Itna passionate.

Mai kuch nahi kar pa raha tha. Bas dekh raha tha. Feel kar raha tha. Enjoy kar raha tha. Maa ki softness. Maa ki garmi. Maa ki desire. Sab kuch.

Maa ne apne blouse ke 4 hooks mein se ek ek hook dhire dhire kholna shuru kiya. Pehla hook khola. Thodi si skin dikhayi. Doosra hook khola. Aur zyada cleavage dikhaya. Teesra hook khola. Bra strap dikhayi. Chautha hook khola. Poora blouse khula.




Phir haathon se blouse ko hataaya. Shoulder se. Arms se. Poora nanga kiya upar se. Sirf bra reh gayi. Black. Transparent. Lace wali. Boobs poori tarah se dikh rahe the. Bade. Gol. Tight. Nipples bra ke andar se bhi dikh rahe the. Khade the. Excited the.

Maa ne dhire dhire haath bra par rakha. Tease kar rahi thi. Bahar nikalne wali thi. Par ruk rahi thi. Mujhe tarsa rahi thi. Mere liye show kar rahi thi. Pehli baar itna patient. Itna teasing. Itna sexy.

Mai dekhta raha. Saans rok ke. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Niche lund poora khada ho chuka tha. Pant mein tent ban gaya tha. Maa ne notice kiya. Muskura di. Jaanti thi. Effect samajh rahi thi. Power feel kar rahi thi.

Maa wapas khadi hui. Mere upar se. Petticoat ka naada khola. Neeche giraya. Petticoat utara. Pair se nikaala. Ab sirf bra panty mein thi. Black. Transparent. Chut saaf dikh rahi thi.




Wapas mere upar aayi. Straddle kiya. Baith gayi. Mere lund ke upar. Panty mein hi. Feel ho raha tha. Garmi. Nami. Softness.

Romantic baatein karne lagi. Halki awaaz mein. Kaan mein. Sirf mere liye.

Maa: Jaanu...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Chut sukhi ho rakhi hai...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Pani ki zaroorat hai...

Mai: Pani toh hai...

Maa: Nahi... safed pani ki...

Mai samajh gaya. Double meaning tha. Romantic tha. Sexy tha. White water. Cum. Virya. Uske andar chahiye tha.

Mai: Safed pani?

Maa: Haan... garam sa... gadha sa... chipchipa sa...

Mai: Kahan chahiye?

Maa: Jahan pyas lagi hai...

Mai: Kahan pyas lagi hai?

Maa: Andar... bahut andar... gehraai mein...

Mai: Gehraai mein?

Maa: Haan... poori gehraai tak... bhar do...




Aise hi baatein chal rahi thi. Double meaning. Romantic. Sexy. Foreplay. Tease. Curtain ke us par awaazen aa rahi thi. Woh dono poori speed mein the. Thap thap thap. Idhar abhi baatein hi chal rahi thi. Romantic baatein. Dirty baatein. Double meaning waali.

Maa: Tumhare paas hai na safed paani?

Mai: Haan... bahut saara...

Maa: Toh pilao na...

Mai: Kaise?

Maa: Apne lund se... seedha andar... poora bhar do...

Mai: Poora?

Maa: Haan... ek boond bhi baahar nahi aani chahiye... poora andar...

Mai: Andar kahan?

Maa: Chut mein... gand mein... muh mein... har jagah...

Mai: Har jagah?

Maa: Haan... poori body mein... safed paani se bhar do...

Mai: Pyas bujhegi?

Maa: Buajhegi... aur phirse lagegi... tumse hi...

Mai: Mujhse hi?

Maa: Haan... sirf tumse... tumhara hi paani peena chahie har jagah...

Fir mere upar aa gayi. Poori tarah se. Face mera face ke upar. Honth mere honthon par. Kiss karne lagi. Sexy andaaz mein. Pehli baar itna passionate. Pehli baar itna romantic. Pehli baar itna intense.

Mujhe nahi pata tha ke Mummy ko mujhse itna pyar hai. Itna desire. Itna need. Pehli baar feel ho raha tha. Saccha pyar. Saccha connection. Kuch alag tha. Kuch naya tha.





Maine piche haath daala. Hook dhoonda. Kholne ki koshish ki. Par Maa ne roka. Haath pakda. Zor se. Aankhon mein aag thi. Havas bhari baaton mein boli.

Maa: Fad daalo...

Mai: Kya?

Maa: Is bra ko... fad daalo...

Mai: Fir kya pahane gi?

Maa ne muskuraya. Sexy smile. Wohi randi wali smile. Jo ab mujhe pasand aa rahi thi.

Maa: Honeymoon mein... innerwear kaun pahanta hai...

Yeh sunte hi kuch ho gaya. Dimag mein. Dil mein. Lunde mein. Poora khada ho gaya. Poora tight. Poora ready.

Maine dono haathon se bra pakdi. Zor se. Kheencha. Phad diya. Nikal gayi body se. Boobs poori tarah se bahar aa gaye. Gol. Gori. Badi. Perfect.

Maine niche pheki. Tuti hui Bra. Floor par. Train ki floor par. Ab koi kapda nahi tha. Sirf panty. Wo bhi jane wali thi.

Fir maine kaha: Is panty ki bhi kya zaroorat?

Maa ne kaha: Aise toh nahi phategi...

Mai: Toh?

Maa: Ek kaam karti hoon...

Kehkar wo khadi hui. Upar se. Hamare samaan se. Bag se. Kuch nikala. Kechi. Scissors. Chhoti si. Sharp. Kaatne ke liye.

Pata nahi iska kya kaam hai. Par thik hai. Ab mujhe di. Haath mein rakh di. Aur kaha.

Maa: Bich mein se phaad do...

Mai: Kaise?

Maa: Kechi se...

Mai ne pakda. Panty ke upar. Chut ke paas. Upar se touch kiya. Kechi se. Pucha.

Mai: Kya chhed yahin hai?





Maa: Kya karna chahte ho?

Mai: Choot ke chhed wali jagah se hi katunga...

Maa ne muskuraya. Taangein failayi. Panty ko side mein kiya. Aur dikhaaya. Chut. Poori. Gili. Khuli. Chhed saaf dikh raha tha. Pink. Tight. Inviting.

Maa: Yahan se kaato...

Maine kechi rakhi. Chhed ke upar oani panty ke kapade se. Zor lagaya. Kaatna shuru kiya. Maano maine choot ka udghatan kiya ho. Ribbon kaat raha h un. Nayi dukaan ki. Nayi zindagi ki. Naye rishte ki.

Panty kaat gayi. Bich mein se. Chhed wali jagah se. Ab khuli thi. Poori tarah se. Koi rukawat nahi. Fir hath se fad kar panty bhi nikal di.




Fir maine Maa ko apne badan se niche ki aur kiya. Bed par. Lower berth par. Poori tarah se let gayi. Pair failaye. Taangein uthayi. Mere liye. Apne bete ke liye.

Mai khada hua. Fatafat. Turant. Kapde utare. Shirt. Pant. Underwear. Sab kuch. Poora nanga. Poora khada. Poora ready. 8 inch. Sakht. Tight. Taiyaar.

Tab tak Maa ekdam randi ki tarah thi. Pair failaye. Chut kholi. Haath apne boobs par. Daba rahi thi. Tease kar rahi thi. Mera intezaar kar rahi thi. Apne bete ka. Apne mard ka.




Mai upar chad gaya. Poora badan uske upar. Haath uske dono taraf. Face uske face ke paas. Lund uski chut ke paas. Touch ho raha tha. Garam. Naram. Wet. Ready.

Mere lund ne dastak di. Maa ki chut mein. Topa andar ghusa. Maa ne awaaz nikali.

Maa: Ooooh...

Mai ruka nahi. Aur zor se dhakka lagaya. Poora andar. 8 inch. Ek baar mein. Poora ghus gaya. Maa ki chut ne pakad liya. Tight grip. Garam. Wet. Perfect.




Maine Maa ko baahon mein bhar liya. Poori tarah se. Chipka liya. Seene se seene. Honthon se honthon. Aur ekdam pichak diya. Poora andar. Poora deep. Poora connected.

Ek badan se dusra badan. Jaise ek sharpener mein pencil ghusa di ho. Andar. Tez. Zor se. Aur pencil chhilte ja rahi ho. Chhilte ja rahi ho. Kat ti ja rahi ho. Barik hoti ja rahi ho.

Par yahan ulta tha. Reverse sharpener tha. Meri Maa ki chut.

Mera lund andar ghusa. Zor se. Tez. Poora 8 inch. Par chhila nahi. Barik nahi hua. Ulta bada hota gaya. Mota hota gaya. Sakht hota gaya. Jaise koi pump ho. Jaise koi magic ho. Ulta poora lund aur zyada tight ho gaya. Aur zyada sakht ho gaya. Aur zyada bada ho gaya.

Mai upar neeche ho raha tha. Stroke dete hue. Thap thap thap. Awaz aa rahi thi. Maa ki awaz. Siski. Saans. "Ooooh... aaaah... beta... aur zor se..."




Thap thap. Jor jor se. Itni tez awaaz aa rahi thi. Train ki movement ke saath. Speed ke saath. Poora compartment hil raha tha. Maa 2-3 baar jhad chuki thi. Poora seat gila ho gaya tha. Uske paani se. Uske orgasm se.

Mai bhi bas ab kisi bhi pal jhadne wala tha. Poora tight ho gaya tha. Poora ready. Aur phir... phir nikal gaya. Poora ka poora virya. Garam. Gadha. Zyada quantity mein. Maa ki chut mein. Seedha andar. Bachhedani tak. Shayad pichkari nikal ke wahan pahuncha hoga. Poora bhar diya. Ek boond bhi baahar nahi aayi.




Ham dono pasine se lathpath the. Thak gaye the. Par excitement itni thi. Energy itni thi. Maine ruka nahi. Chalu rakha. Stroke. Thap thap thap. Aur dusri baar. Bas 1 hi minute ke gap mein. Apna lund wapas daala. Poora andar. Phir se. Naya round. Naya energy. Naya josh. Aur jad gaya...

Par ab thakan had se zyada ho gayi thi. Mujhe laga mai kahi gir jaunga. Ghirr jaunga Maa ke upar. Chot lagegi. Rukna tha. Abhi. Isi waqt.

Maine apna lund turant nikala. Poora bahar. Maa ki chut se. Gila lund. Virya se bhara hua. Thaka hua.

Aur kuch nahi socha. Bas nikala. Aur bola. Zor se. Ghusse se. Pyar se. Sab kuch mix.

Mai: Benchod... Utar niche muje sone de...

Wah bhai mummy ki mast chudai ki hai

 

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