1890s, United Provinces, British India. Ek chhote se zamindar ke haveli mein.
Tulsi 38 saal ki thi. Gori, bhari body, bade bade doodh, patli kamar, aur moti gaand. Roz woh lal ya hara sari pehenti thi, blouse tight, pallu se thoda midriff dikhta tha. Uske pati Raj 45 ke the – patle, kamzor, aur ab almost napunsak. Shaadi ke pehle kuch saal to theek tha, lekin ab Raj ka lund sirf 3 inch ka reh gaya tha, soft, bilkul kaam ka nahi.
Unka beta Bodhi 19 ka ho gaya tha. Lamba, strong, gym nahi tha us zamane mein lekin khet-khalihaan aur ghodon se body ban gayi thi. Aur uska lund… haveli ki naukraniyan chupke se baatein karti thin – “Bodhi babu ka to ghoda jaisa hai.”
Ek garm dopahar.
Raj dukan se late aaya. Tulsi aangan mein baithi thi, hari sari pehne, pallu sir se utra hua, doodh ka upper curve saaf dikh raha tha. Bodhi uske paas baitha tha, ma ke pair daba raha tha.
Raj ne dekha. Andar kuch jalne laga.
Raat ko khana khaate waqt Raj bol pada, “Tulsi… aajkal Bodhi bahut paas rehta hai tere.”
Tulsi ne muskura ke dekha. “Beta hai mera. Maa ka haq hai.”
Raj ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh jaanta tha apni kamzori. Aur woh jaanta tha ki uski biwi ke nainon mein ab bhook thi jo woh pura nahi kar sakta.
Us raat Raj so gaya jaldi. Madya pi ke.
Bodhi apne kamre mein tha. Tab Tulsi aayi.
Sari ka pallu uske ek kandhe se slip ho chuka tha. Blouse ke buttons mein se ek khula hua. Woh bed par baith gayi.
“Bodhi…” uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Maa ko neend nahi aa rahi.”
Bodhi uth baitha. Kurta utar chuka tha. Uske seene par pasina chamak raha tha. Aur lungi ke andar kuch bhari cheez ubhar rahi thi.
Tulsi ki nazar wahan chali gayi. “Itna bada… beta?”
Bodhi sharma gaya. “Maa…”
Tulsi ne haath badha diya. Lungi ka ghunth khola. Bahar nikal aaya – lamba, mota, kaala-sa, veins phooli hui, sir chamakta hua. Kam se kam 9-10 inch.
Tulsi ki saans ruk gayi. “Bhagwan… yeh to tere baap se double hai. Nahi… triple.”
Usne haath mein liya. Garam. Bhari. Dhak-dhak kar raha tha.
“Chusun?” usne poocha jaise normal baat ho.
Bodhi sirf haan mein sir hila paya.
Tulsi jhuk gayi. Pehle jeebh se top ko chat-a. Phir munh khol ke andar le liya. Sirf aadha hi gaya, itna mota tha. Woh gudgudane lagi, thook se geela karti hui, upar-neeche. Bodhi ki aankhen band ho gayi.
“Maa… aah…”
Tulsi ne sari ka pallu poora hata diya. Blouse ke buttons khol diye. Bade bade doodh bahar aa gaye – gubile, kale nipple khade. Bodhi ne haath badha ke dabaya. Tulsi ne munh se lund nikaala aur kaha, “Zor se dabao beta. Maa ko pasand hai.”
Usne sari ko kamar tak utha liya. Petticoat ke neeche kuch nahi tha. Kaali, geeli choot saaf dikh rahi thi.
“Aaja,” usne pair faila diye. “Apni maa ko chod.”
Bodhi uske upar aa gaya. Lund ko choot ke muhane par lagaya. Ek jhatke mein andar ghusa – pura.
Tulsi ki cheekh nikal gayi. “Arre… itna mota… dheere… nahi… mat ruk… pura andar kar!”
Bodhi ne pakad liya uske kule. Zor zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke par Tulsi ke doodh hilte the. Sari ke folds unke beech latak rahe the, geele ho rahe the.
“Haan beta… aise hi… apni maa ki choot phaad de… tera baap to kabhi aisa nahi kar saka…”
Bahar, agle kamre mein Raj jaag chuka tha. Aawazen aa rahi thin. Usne darwaza thoda sa khola. Dekha – uski biwi, uska beta, sari uthe, lund andar-bahar, aur Tulsi ki awaaz:
“Bodhi… aur tez… maa ko cum karwa… apne bade lund se…”
Raj ka apna chhota lund thoda sa phoola, lekin soft hi raha. Woh dekhte raha. Andar kuch toot gaya, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si garmi bhi faili.
Bodhi ne Tulsi ko palat diya. Chaukauna kar diya. Sari ab kamar par hi thi, gaand upar. Bodhi ne peeche se ghusaya. Tulsi ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Maro beta… apni maa ko… jo zor se…”
Thappad padta gaya gaand par. Choot ki squelch awaaz poori haveli mein gunj rahi thi. Tulsi hilne lagi, cum karte hue. Bodhi ne bhi jhad diya – garam, bharpur, itna ki bahar nikalne laga.
Woh dono haanf rahe the.
Tulsi ne mud ke dekha. “Ab se roz. Samjha? Tera baap so jaye, to tu maa ke kamre aa jaana. Sari pehne hi chodna mujhe. Mujhe pasand hai jab tu sari utha ke ghusata hai.”
Bodhi ne haan kaha.
Agle din se routine ban gaya.
Subah Raj dukan jata. Dopahar ko Bodhi maa ke kamre mein. Kabhi khatiya par, kabhi aangan ke kone mein jab naukar so rahe hote. Tulsi hamesha sari mein rehti – kabhi lal, kabhi peeli, kabhi kaali. Bodhi sari ka pallu hatata, blouse kholta, doodh chusta, phir sari utha ke andar ghus jata.
Raj ko pata chal gaya tha. Ek din usne seedha pooch liya.
“Tulsi… tum dono…”
Tulsi ne shanti se jawaab diya, “Haan. Tera beta ab mujhe chodta hai. Kyunki tu nahi kar sakta. Aur main dekhna chahti hoon ki tu sunta rahe.”
Raj chup chap baith gaya. Us raat se woh door se sunta. Kabhi darwaze ki darar se dekhta. Uske chhote lund se kuch nahi hota tha, lekin woh hilta nahi tha. Sirf dekhta.
Ek raat Tulsi ne usko bula liya.
“Aaja Raj. Baith wahan kursi par. Dekh kaise tera beta apni maa ko chodta hai.”
Raj baith gaya. Haath kaamp rahe the.
Tulsi ne sari poori tarah khol di, sirf blouse aur petticoat mein reh gayi. Phir petticoat bhi. Nangi ho ke bed par let gayi, pair faila diye.
“Bodhi… ab apne baap ke saamne. Dikha use tera asli lund.”
Bodhi aaya. Lund nikaala – lamba, mota, already hard. Tulsi ne usko chusa, aankhen Raj par tikaye hue. Phir let gayi.
Bodhi ne ghusaya. Zor se. Tulsi chillayi, “Haan… tod de maa ki choot… tera baap dekh raha hai… dekh Raj… dekh kaise tera beta mujhe pel raha hai…”
Raj dekh raha tha. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya, lekin lund thoda sa khada bhi ho gaya pehli baar mahinon baad.
Bodhi ne Tulsi ko god mein utha liya, khade khade chodne laga. Tulsi ke pair uske kamar par lipte the, sari ke kapde neeche gire pade the.
“Main pregnant ho jaungi isse,” Tulsi ne haanfate hue kaha. “Tere bete se. Aur tu us bacche ko apna hi samajhna.”
Raj ne sir jhuka liya. “Ji.”
Us raat Bodhi ne do baar jhada Tulsi ke andar. Teesri baar uski gaand mein. Tulsi ne sab liya, phir Raj ke paas jakar uske munh se apni cum-bhari choot saaf karwayi.
“Chaat,” usne kaha. “Apni biwi ki choot jo tere bete ne bhardi hai.”
Raj ne chaata.
Uske baad haveli ki zindagi badal gayi.
Din mein Tulsi sari pehen ke ghar ka kaam karti. Shaam ko Bodhi aata. Kabhi kitchen mein, sari utha ke counter par chodta. Kabhi puja ghar ke peeche. Kabhi raat ko jab Raj bistar par leta hota, uske bilkul bagal mein.
Ek baar to Tulsi ne Raj ko bhi force kiya ki woh neeche se choot chaate jab Bodhi upar se pel raha ho. Raj ne kiya. Uske aansu nikal rahe the, lekin usne rok nahi.
Bodhi ka lund din-b-din aur bhi control karne layak nahi raha. Woh maa ko har jagah chodta – khet mein jaake, nadi ke kinare, ek baar to ghodi ke stables mein.
Tulsi har baar sari pehen ke aati. Kabhi-kabhi sirf sari, blouse nahi. Pallu se doodh chhupate hue, lekin jaan-bhoojh kar slip hone deti.
“Mera desi beta,” woh kehti jab Bodhi andar hota. “Mera asli mard. Tera baap to bas naam ka pati hai. Tu hai mera lund.”
Mahine beet gaye. Tulsi ka pet thoda ubharne laga.
Raj ne poocha, “Yeh…?”
Tulsi ne muskura ke kaha, “Haan. Tere bete ka. Ab tu is ghar mein sirf cuckold hai. Samjha? Jo bolun woh karna. Nahi to nikal dungi.”
Raj ne sir jhukaya.
Us raat phir se.
Tulsi ne lal sari pehni thi. Bodhi ne usko aangan ki charpai par litaya. Sari uthaai. Lund ghusaya. Zor zor se pelne laga. Tulsi ke nakhoon uski peeth par chubh rahe the.
“Haan mere bade lund wale beta… maa ko cum karwa… apne baap ko dikha… dekh Raj… dekh kaise tera beta apni maa ki choot phaad raha hai…”
Raj kursi par baitha dekh raha tha. Uske chhote lund se ek boond raseela nikal aayi.
Bodhi ne aakhir mein jhada – gehra, lamba. Tulsi hilti rahi neeche.
Baad mein tinon chup chap pade rahe.
Tulsi ne Bodhi ke seene par sir rakhte hue kaha, “Kal phir. Aur uske baad bhi. Jab tak main chaahun. Yeh sari, yeh choot, yeh ghar… sab tera hai ab.”
Bodhi ne maa ke doodh ko haath mein liya aur dabaya.
Bahar hawa mein aam ke pedon ki khushboo tair rahi thi. 1890s ki garm raat thi.
Aur haveli mein ab sirf ek hi mard bacha tha.
Bodhi.
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