1863 ki Thane. Angrezon ne is sheher ka pehla nagar parishad banaya tha. Sadkon par gore sahib, unke ghode, unki banglon ki safed deewarein. Garam hawa, nadi ki khushbu, aur gareeb Hindustaniyon ka darr. 1857 ke baad abhi bhi logon ke dil mein gussa tha.
Sanatan 23 saal ka tha. Lambi haddiyan, kala rang, mazboot haath. Woh apni maa Sabha ke saath ek chhote se kachche ghar mein rehta tha, Thane ke kinare. Baap mahinon se Bambai ke docks pe kaam karne gaya tha. Kab aayega, pata nahi.
Sabha 41 saal ki thi. Ab bhi uska jism tight tha. Badi chuchiyan, moti gaand, patli kamar. Woh Harrington sahib ke bangale mein ayah ka kaam karti thi. Kapde dhona, chai banana, unke bete ko dekhna. Harrington 38 ka gora, lambi mooch, mazboot jism. Usne Sabha ko pehli baar tab choda tha jab uska pati nahi tha. Pehle paise ke liye. Phir maza aa gaya.
Sanatan ko pata nahi tha. Woh din bhar kaam karta, raat ko maa ke haath ka khana khata, sochta ki Angrezon ko kab nikaalenge. Usko maa se pyar tha, lekin izzat se.
Ek raat sab badal gaya.
Sanatan late aaya. Ghar mein andhera. Maa nahi thi. Usne socha bangale pe late ho gayi. Woh Harrington ke compound ke peeche se gaya, jahaan naukar log nahi jaate. Jhadiyon ke peeche usne dekha.
Maa nangi thi. Harrington ke neeche. Gora uski chut mein lund daal ke maar raha tha. Sabha ki taangein uske kandhe pe thi. Woh karah rahi thi.
“Sahib… zor se… aur andar…”
Harrington ne uski gaand pe thappad maara.
“You Indian randi. Le le.”
Sanatan ka khoon khol gaya. Usne dekha maa ke muh se thook tapak raha tha, uski chut se paani nikal raha tha. Gora usko chod ke andar hi jhad raha tha.
Sanatan wahan se bhaag gaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ghar aa ke baitha. Raat bhar nahi soya.
Subah Sabha aayi. Normal si. Chai banayi.
Sanatan ne seedha kaha.
“Maa, main dekh liya. Kal raat. Harrington ke saath. Woh tujhe chod raha tha.”
Sabha ka chehra safed pad gaya. Haath se bartan gir gaya.
“Beta… tu samajh nahi raha…”
“Samajh raha hoon. Tu Angrez ki randi ban gayi. Hamari izzat, hamara desh… sab bech diya.”
Sabha ne darwaza band kiya. Paas aayi.
“Agar tune kisi ko bataya toh kya hoga? Harrington tujhe jail mein daal dega. Ya phaansi. Aur log mujhe maar denge. Tera baap laut ke aayega toh kya karega? Parivar khatam.”
Sanatan khada ho gaya.
“Main chup nahi rahunga.”
Sabha ne uska haath pakda. Uski aankhon mein paani tha, lekin uske honth tight the.
“Toh chup reh. Main tujhe kuch dungi jo Harrington nahi de sakta.”
Usne apna pallu hataya. Uski chuchiyan nangi ho gayin. Kali nipples khadi thi.
“Yeh le. Jo tu sochta hai woh mat kar. Main teri maa hoon, lekin aaj se teri bhi hoon.”
Sanatan peeche hata.
“Maa… yeh paap hai.”
Sabha ne uska lund pants ke upar se pakda. Woh pehle se hi khada ho gaya tha.
“Paap hai. Lekin tu bhi khada hai. Dekh, tera lund maa ki baat sunkar khada ho gaya. Harrington ka lund bada hai, lekin tu mera beta hai. Tu chup rahega, warna main khud Harrington se keh dungi ki tu ne dekha. Phir tera kya hoga?”
Seedha dhamki.
Sanatan ka dimaag ghum gaya. Gussa, sharm, aur neeche se garam khoon.
Sabha ne usko charpai pe dhakka diya. Apni saari utari. Puri nangi. Uske pet pe halki lakeerein, jaanghein moti, chut pe kaale baal, beech mein geeli.
“Dekh beta. Yeh chut jisne tujhe janam diya, aaj tera lund legi. Taki tu muh na khole.”
Usne Sanatan ke kapde utare. Uske mote lund ko haath mein liya.
“Itna bada… Harrington se bhi mota. Maa isko apni chut mein legi.”
Sabha ne muh mein liya. Garam, geela. Sanatan ki aankhein band ho gayin. Maa ka muh uske lund pe.
Phir woh upar chadh gayi. Usne apni chut ko lund ke sir pe rakha aur dheere dheere baith gayi.
“Aaaahhh… beta… teri maa ki chut mein tera lund… pehli baar…”
Sanatan ke haath uski kamar pe gaye. Woh hilne laga.
“Maa… nikaal… yeh galat hai…”
“Nahi. Ab nahi nikalega. Mujhe zor se chodo beta. Apni maa ko zor se chodo. Jitna Harrington nahi choda, utna tu chodega. Tabhi main tujhe chhodoongi.”
Sanatan ne kamar pakdi aur upar se dhakka maara. Pura lund andar.
Sabha chillayi.
“Haan… aise hi… maa ki chut phaad… mujhe zor se chodo!”
Charpai karrane lagi. Sanatan ne maa ko neeche litaya. Usne taangein failayi aur tez choda. Har dhakke pe Sabha ki chuchiyan hil rahi thi.
“Beta… aur gehra… meri chut teri ho gayi… Harrington ko mat bata… tu hi chodega ab…”
Sanatan ka gussa chudai mein nikal raha tha. Woh maa ki chut ko maar raha tha jaise dushman ko. Thappad thappad. Uske ande uski gaand pe pad rahe the.
“Tu randi hai maa. Angrez ki bhi, ab bete ki bhi.”
“Haan… teri randi… mujhe zor se chodo… andar jhaad de…”
Sanatan ne nahi nikala. Usne maa ki chut mein hi jhad diya. Garam veerya bhar gaya.
Sabha ne usko nahi uthne diya. Usne lund muh mein liya, saaf kiya, phir se khada kiya.
Doosri baar gaand mein. Sabha ne peeche se pose diya.
“Yahan bhi daal… Harrington ne bhi daala tha… lekin tu zyada mota hai… maa ki gaand phaad de…”
Sanatan ne thook laga ke daala. Dheere pehle, phir tez. Sabha ke muh se awaaz nikal rahi thi.
“Mujhe zor se chodo beta… maa ko apna bana le…”
Us raat teen baar. Chut, muh, gaand. Subah tak Sabha ki chut suj gayi thi, gaand laal.
Sanatan uth ke baitha. Sharm aa rahi thi, lekin lund phir khada tha.
Sabha ne uska chehra pakda.
“Ab tu chup rahega. Roz. Jab tera mann kare, maa ki chut le lena. Harrington ko main sambhaal lungi. Tu sirf yahan chodega.”
Din beetne lage.
Sanatan din mein kaam karta, raat ko maa ko chodta. Kabhi ghar pe, kabhi jab Harrington so jata toh bangale ke peeche ke kamre mein.
Ek raat Sabha ne kaha.
“Aaj Harrington ne mujhe bahut choda. Uska veerya abhi bhi meri chut mein hai. Tu nikaal.”
Sanatan ne maa ko litaya, chut chatne laga. Khatti-meethi swad. Phir apna lund daal diya, uske veerya ke upar.
“Maa… tu dono ki hai ab.”
“Nahi. Asal mein teri. Mujhe zor se chodo. Us gore se behtar chodo.”
Sanatan ne zor se maara. Maa ki taangein kaamp rahi thi.
Kabhi Sanatan sochta – yeh desh ke saath dhoka hai. Apni maa Angrez se chudwati hai. Phir maa uska lund pakad leti, muh mein leti, aur woh bhool jata.
Ek hafte baad Harrington ne Sabha ko extra paise diye. Sabha ne woh paise Sanatan ko diye.
“Yeh uski kamai. Lekin tu jo leta hai woh alag hai.”
Raat ko usne Sanatan ko nahaane ke kamre mein choda. Khade khade. Deewar ke saath.
“Beta… aaj gaand mein hi jhaad… Harrington ko dikhana hai ki mera beta mujhe kaise use karta hai.”
Sanatan ne maa ki gaand pakdi, lund daala, tez choda. Pani gir raha tha.
“Mujhe zor se chodo maa… nahi, maa tu keh… mujhe zor se chodo!”
Sabha chillayi.
“Mujhe zor se chodo beta! Apni maa ki gaand tod de! Main teri hoon!”
Veerya andar gaya. Sabha ne baad mein ungli se nikaal ke dikhaya.
Mahine beet gaye. 1863 ki garmi badhti gayi.
Sanatan ab roz maa ko chodta. Subah uth ke, raat sote time. Kabhi Harrington ke bangale ke bagiche mein, jab andhera hota.
Ek baar Harrington almost pakad hi liya. Sanatan jhaadiyon mein chhupa, maa ko wahan hi khade khade choda. Harrington andar se awaaz de raha tha, “Sabha! Kahan ho?”
Sabha awaaz daba ke Sanatan ke lund pe baithi thi.
“Chup… zor se mat… mujhe zor se chodo lekin awaaz mat nikal…”
Sanatan ne kamar dabayi aur andar hi jhad diya.
Baad mein ghar pe Sabha ne kaha.
“Dekha? Kitna darr tha. Isliye tu chup. Warna dono marenge.”
Sanatan ne usko charpai pe litaya, taangein kandhe pe daali, aur dheere dheere lekin gehra choda.
“Maa… main tujhe nahi chhodunga. Na Harrington ko. Tu meri hai.”
Sabha ki aankhon se paani aaya, lekin usne bete ko aur andar khincha.
“Haan beta. Teri. Ab roz aise hi. Mujhe zor se chodo. Maa ki chut sirf tere lund ki hai.”
Thane ki raatein lamba ho gayi. Nagar parishad ki baithak hoti, gore log plan banate, aur is chhote se ghar mein maa-beta chudai chalti.
Sanatan kabhi Harrington se nafrat karta, kabhi sochta ki maa uske liye yeh sab kar rahi hai. Lekin jab maa nangi hoti, uski chut geeli, aur kehti “mujhe zor se chodo”, toh sab bhool jata.
Ek raat aakhiri manzar.
Baarish. Bijli. Sabha ne Sanatan ko apne upar litaya.
“Aaj poora raat. Jo mann kare kar. Harrington kal Bambai ja raha hai kuch din. Tab tak tu hi hai.”
Sanatan ne pehle chut chatayi, phir lund daala. Tez, dheere, har pose. Maa ki chuchiyan chusi, nipples kaate, gaand maari, muh mein jhada, phir chut mein.
Sabha har baar kehti.
“Mujhe zor se chodo beta… maa ko yaad dila ki tu mera beta hai aur mera aadmi bhi…”
Subah tak dono thak gaye. Sabha ki chut se veerya nikal raha tha. Sanatan uske bagal mein leta tha.
Bahar Thane jag raha tha. Angrezon ka sheher. Andar ek maa aur uska beta, jo ab kabhi alag nahi ho sakte the.
Yeh unki secret thi. 1863 ki sabse gandi, sabse garam, sabse mana hui desi mummy-beta chudai.
Jo shuru hui dhamki se, woh khatam nahi hui. Har raat Sabha kehti – “Aaj bhi mujhe zor se chodo.”
Aur Sanatan karta.
Yeh unka naya jeevan tha.
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