Dilli ke purane flat mein papa do saal se nahi the. Aadhya unchasis saal ki thi. Body ab bhi tight—bade boobs, patli kamar, moti gaand. Beta Krishna athais ka, lambe haath pair, mota lund. Dono akele. Padosi sochte mummy-beta normal ghar hai. Andar ki baat kisi ko nahi pata.
Pehli raat Krishna sirf janghia mein leta tha. Aadhya paani lene gayi, darwaza aadha khula. Nazar beta ke lund pe atak gayi. Janghia ke andar se umda pada tha. Woh andar ghusi, kundi laga di.
“Krishna… so gaya kya?”
“Nahi mummy.”
Aadhya palang ke kinare baithi. Haath chhati pe rakha, phir dheere neeche le gayi. Lund pakad liya.
“Arre… itna bada ho gaya tera…”
Krishna uthha, mummy ko litaya, saree ka pallu khola, blouse ke button khole. Bade boobs bahar aa gaye. Nipple gehre aur kadak. Beta ne ek boob muh mein le ke chusa, daant se dabaya. Aadhya ki kamar uthh gayi.
“Aahhh beta… halka…”
Petticoat bhi utar di. Aadhya nangi. Kaale baal wali chut chamak rahi thi, geeli. Krishna ne taangein failayi, jeebh laga di. Clit chusi, jeebh andar. Aadhya ke muh se aisi awaaz nikli jo ghar mein pehle kabhi nahi nikli.
“Wahin… chaat… haan beta… mummy bheeg rahi hai…”
Krishna uthha, janghia utari. Mota lund khada. Aadhya ne haath mein liya, muh mein liya, gale tak. Laar tapak rahi thi. Phir mummy ko pet ke bal litaya, gaand uthayi, ek jhatke mein chut mein ghus gaya.
“Ahhhh itna mota… mummy ki chut fat jayegi…”
Chut poori geeli thi. Krishna ne kamar pakdi, jor-jor ke dhakke diye. Palang khadkhadaaya. Boobs palang se ragad kha rahe the.
“Chod mummy ko… jor se chod…”
Aadhya khud bol rahi thi. Krishna tez ho gaya. Jangh chut se takra rahi thi—thap thap thap.
“Mummy ki chut kitni tight hai… baap jaisa nahi, bete jaisa chudwa rahi ho.”
Us raat teen dafa hua. Last mein Krishna nikalne wala tha to Aadhya boli, “Aaj andar mat girana… mummy ke chehre pe de.”
Krishna lund nikala, mummy ke upar khada hua, haath se hilaya. Moti dhaar gaal, honth, naak, aankh ke paas giri. Garam maal boobs pe bhi tapka. Aadhya ne jo muh ke paas tha jeebh se chaat liya, phir muskuraayi.
“Mere bete ne mummy ke face pe maal giraaya… mummy khush.”
Uske baad yeh baat unki raat ki last line ban gayi.
Agli subah Krishna daftar nahi gaya. Aadhya chai bana rahi thi, pallu jaan ke sarka hua. Krishna peeche aaya, dono haath boobs pe, nipple masle.
“Kal raat jo face pe giraya tha, yaad hai?”
Aadhya gas band kiye bina jhuk gayi. “Yaad hai. Aaj subah bhi de. Pehle chut maar, phir chehra.”
Krishna ne saree uthayi, neeche kuch nahi. Do ungli andar, angutha upar. Aadhya sink pakad ke kaampi. Phir khade-khade lund ghusaya. Bartan khanke. Aadhya muh dabaati, phir bhi awaaz nikal jaati.
“Padosi sun lenge…”
“Sune. Ghar ke andar mummy-beta yahi karte hain.”
Thodi der choda, phir nikala, mummy ko kitchen ke farsh pe ghutnon pe jhukaya, baal pakde, muh mein thaak diya. Aadhya ne gala dhila kiya. Krishna ne last tak muh mein mara, phir nikal ke face pe jhad diya—gaal, maatha, honth. Maal ki lakeer pallu pe bhi giri.
Aadhya aankh band kiye baithi rahi, jeebh se honth saaf kiye.
“Mummy khush. Ab chai peene de, phir kamre mein le chal.”
Raat ka niyam ban gaya. Khana khate hi Aadhya blouse khol deti. Krishna TV ke saamne baith ke mummy ke boobs chusta. Aadhya pant khol ke lund muh mein leti, laar girati, neeche tak chaatti.
Kamre mein pose badalte. Kabhi Aadhya upar baith ke hilti, bade boobs Krishna ke muh mein aa-aa ke lagte. Kabhi palang pe peeche se, gaand upar, Krishna kamar todta. Kabhi sofa pe taangein kandhe pe, gehra dhakka.
Har baar jab Krishna paas aata, Aadhya kehti, “Aaj bhi chehre pe de… mummy ka face geela kar.”
Ek raat usne aur maanga. “Pehle chut mein thoda daal, phir nikaal ke face aur boobs dono pe.”
Krishna ne pehle andar mara jab tak Aadhya kaamp na uthi, phir lund nikaal ke mummy ke upar khada hua. Aadhya muh khole baithi, jeebh bahar. Pehli dhaar jeebh pe, doosri gaal pe, teesri boobs ke beech. Aadhya ne dono haath se maal apne face aur cleavage pe faila diya, jaise malish kar rahi ho.
“Dekh beta… teri mummy kitni khush hai. Face chipchipa hai, chut bhi chipchipi hai.”
Krishna ne photo nahi khinchi, aankh se scene rakh liya. Phir wahi chipchipa face chuma, thoda maal mummy ke honth se wapas chaat liya.
Garmi badhi, pankha kaafi nahi. Ek dopahar chhutti thi. Aadhya naha ke towel lapete nikli. Krishna ne towel kheench liya. Nangi mummy ko balcony ke paas khada kiya, parda thoda khula.
“Koi dekh lega…”
“Dekhe. Ab yeh ghar ki deewar bhi jaanti hai.”
Mummy ko grill pakadwayi, peeche se ghusaya. Har dhakke pe boobs sheeshe se takrate. Neeche gali mein rickshaw wala seenk de raha tha. Aadhya dar aur maze se bheeg rahi thi.
Krishna ne gardan dabaayi, kaan mein kaha, “Papa nahi hain isliye. Ab chhupa-chhupi nahi rahi.”
Chodte-chodte lund nikaala, mummy ko ghumaya, roshni mein face upar kiya aur chehre pe jhad diya. Dhoop mein maal chamka. Aadhya ki aankh band, muskuraahat khuli.
“Mere bete ne mummy ke face pe maal giraaya… mummy khush. Ab andar le chal, farsh pe bhi kar.”
Bathroom ke patthar pe taangein faila ke liya. Nal tapak raha tha, badan slippery. Krishna ne geele baal pakde, muh mein diya, phir dobara face. Aadhya ne shower chalu kiya lekin pehle sheeshe mein apna chehra dekha—maal se lit.
“Itna pyaara lagta hai beta… jaise tu mummy ko tohfa de raha ho.”
Ek mahine baad Aadhya ke pet mein raha. Usne kaha, “Tera hai. Ab aur zor se chod. Face wala hissa band mat karna. Mummy ko dono chahiye—andar bhi, chehre pe bhi.”
Boobs aur bhari, nipple aur kaale. Krishna raat bhar unpe tika rehta, chusta. Aadhya sote-sote taangein khol deti, “Lund andar rakh… mat nikaal… jab nikaale to face pe de.”
Pet badhne ke baad woh aur nazuk ho gayi. Halki si chaatai se kaamp jaati. Krishna kabhi dheere karta, kabhi tez. Ek itwar mummy ko god mein uthaya, deewar se sataya, khade-khade mara. Pet thoda nikal aaya tha, lekin Aadhya kehti rahi, “Aur andar… mummy sambhaal legi.”
Jab nikalne laga to neeche utara, mummy ko palang pe litaya, taangein kholi, thoda andar giraya, phir lund nikaal ke face, gardan aur boobs pe baaki daal diya. Aadhya ne haath pet pe rakha.
“Andar wala uske liye, upar wala mummy ke liye.”
Hansne lagi, maal honth pe laga. “Mummy khush. Bahut khush.”
Pados wali ek din aayi, “Aadhya ji, aap chamak rahi ho. Koi nayi cream?”
Aadhya muskuraayi, “Haan… ghar ki. Beta laata hai.”
Krishna peeche se sun raha tha, pant tight. Aurat jaate hi kundi lagte hi mummy ko sofa pe dhakel diya, saree uthayi, kapda side kiya, ghusaya. TV chalu thi, awaaz kam. Aadhya cushion muh mein dabaaye chud rahi thi.
“Jaldi nikaal… chehre pe dena hai, pehle se socha tha.”
Krishna ne sofa ke kinare mummy ka sar rakha, lund nikaal ke hilaya. Maal maathe se chin tak giri, ek boond aankh ke kone pe. Aadhya ne dheere saaf kiya, phir beta ko chipchipa chuma.
“Ab chai banaungi. Face abhi nahi dhoungi. Thodi der aise hi rehne de.”
Ab raat ka hisaab pakka tha.
Pehle boobs. Krishna blouse mein haath daalta, nipple khelta, chusta, kaatta.
Phir chut. Ungli, jeebh, uske baad lund. Kabhi saamne se kyunki pet dekhna hai. Kabhi peeche se kyunki gaand dekhni hai. Kabhi mummy upar kyunki Aadhya khud hilaana chahti.
Aakhiri—face. Har raat nahi, lekin jab Aadhya kehti “aaj chehra chahiye”, Krishna rokta nahi.
Ek lambi raat teen daur kiye.
Pehla daur chut mein khatam, andar.
Doosra daur muh mein, Aadhya ne poora le liya.
Teesra daur face. Krishna ne mummy ko sheeshe ke saamne ghutnon pe bithaya. Aadhya ne khud baal peeche kiye, muh thoda khola, aankh upar.
“Aise de jaise mummy teri aurat ho, sirf maa nahi.”
Krishna hilata raha, phir jhada. Sheeshe mein Aadhya khud ko dekh rahi thi—unchasis ki mummy, bete ka maal face pe, pet mein uska baccha, aankhon mein nasha.
Dheere boli, “Ghar ka darr tod diya humne. Jo nahi hona chahiye tha, wahi ab saans hai. Log kahani likhenge. Unko nahi pata asli mein kitna geela hota hai.”
Krishna ne face saaf karne ki jagah aur kareeb aa ke chuma. Maal dono ke honth pe mil gaya.
“Kal daftar se jaldi aaunga.”
“Aa. Saree ke neeche kuch nahi hoga. Aur aaj jaisa chehra chahiye kal bhi.”
Mahine nikal gaye. Pet nikal aaya. Phir bhi nahi rupe. Hakim ne zyada jor se mana kiya, to Krishna dheere karta—lekin face wala hissa waisa hi raha. Aadhya kehti, “Pet pe dhakka kam, chehre pe tohfa waisa.”
Ek raat bijli chali gayi. Sirf phone ki roshni. Krishna ne mummy ko palang pe litaya, taangein kandhe pe, dheere gehre dhakke. Aadhya ke nakhun uski peeth pe the. Jab paas aaya to boli, “Roshni on karke de. Mummy dekhna chahti hai.”
Batti jali. Lund chut se nikla, Aadhya ke face ke upar aaya, dhaarein girin. Safed maal roshni mein chamka. Aadhya hans padi, rone jaisi khushi.
“Mere bete ne mummy ke face pe maal giraaya… mummy khush. Itni khush ki bol nahi sakti.”
Usne beta ka sar apni chhati pe rakh liya, chipchipa face upar ko. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Bahar Dilli garam. Andar do log—mummy aur beta—jinhe ab kisi aur rishta ki zaroorat nahi.
Subah Aadhya ne face dhoya, lekin yaad rakh li. Kitchen mein chai banate hue peeth peeche se beta ke haath mehsoos kiye, jo pehle se boobs pe aa gaye the.
“Aaj raat bhi?” Krishna ne poocha.
Aadhya ne knoti ghumaayi, palat ke beta ka lund pant ke upar se pakda.
“Aaj raat bhi. Pehle chut. Phir face. Mummy tabhi khush hoti hai jab tu last mein meri aankhon ke saamne girata hai.”
Krishna ne mummy ko counter pe bithaya, saree side ki, subah subah hi andar kar diya. Aadhya ne uska sar apne boobs mein dabaaya.
Bahar shehar bhaag raha tha. Andar wahi baat dohraayi ja rahi thi jo ab unki zindagi thi. Aur aakhiri line hamesha wahi:
Mere bete ne mummy ke face pe maal giraaya. Mummy khush.
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