Pehla din, raat tak
Shower band hone ke baad bhi ghar mein steam thi. Rekha ne gown pehna, neeche kuch nahi. Kitchen mein kettle ubli. Rohan sirf towel mein aaya, lund soya hua bhi bhaari.
Rekha ne mug pakda, aankh nahi uthayi. “Bread nikal. Aur itna mat tak. Abhi jo kiya… sochne de.”
Usne socha nahi. Peechhe se aaya, gown ke ghere se haath daala, pet se hota hua neeche. Maa ki saans atak gayi. “Rohan—”
“Abhi nahi chodunga. Sirf rakhne de.”
Uske haath ne choot dhoondhi, do ungliyan dheere. Rekha counter pakad ke khadi rahi, toast jalne laga. Phone vibrate hua—Papa. Rekha ne speaker on kiya kyunki haath gande the.
“Haan… flight kaisi thi?”
Rohan ne ungliyan nahi nikali. Clit par gol. Rekha ki awaaz mein crack aaya. “Nahi… kuch nahi… steam… bathroom.”
Line pe Papa bolte rahe. Rekha “hmm” karti rahi. Rohan ghutnon pe aa gaya, gown uthaya, jeebh laga di. Maa ne munh band kiya, aankh nam. Call katne ke baad usne bete ke baal kheenche.
“Pagal. Bread jal gaya.”
“Tu bhi.”
Usne usko counter pe uthaya. Taangein khuli. Massive cock phir se khada. Rekha ne thook haath pe liya, lund par phelaaya. “Is baar dheere. Kitchen ki khidki… colony dikhti hai.”
Rohan ne head lagaya, aadha ghusa, ruka. Rekha ne naak se saans li. “Aur.” Pura baitha. Dono chup. Sirf flesh ki awaaz. Rohan ne gown ke upar se nipples kaate. Rekha ne uske kandhe kaate. Jaldi thi, darr tha, phir bhi woh aa gayi chupke, choot sikudti. Rohan nikal ke towel pe chhodna chahta tha.
Rekha ne pair se rok liya. “Munh. Jaldi.”
Ghutne. Lund honthon ke beech. Do dhakke. Cum jeebh pe, thoodi pe. Rekha ne sink mein thookne se pehle chat liya, phir thook diya jaise sharm bachi ho.
“Raat ko mere kamre mat aana,” usne kaha. “Kal subah aana.”
Rohan aaya. Raat ko.
Darwaza band nahi tha. Rekha soyi nahi thi. Lamp on. Gown kamar tak. Usne bete ko bed pe khincha, jeans kholwi, lund haath mein liya jaise nap rahi ho.
“Roz itna tight rehta hai kya?”
“Jab tu towel mein nikalti hai.”
Usne chusne shuru kiya—arahi, gehra nahi, lekin geela. Thook ki dor. Phir upar chadh ke baithee, rub kiya, ghusaaya. Bed ki chatai aawaz. Rekha ne haath uske seene pe rakh ke khud ko upar-neeche maara. Boobs uske munh mein girte. “Chus. Kaam ka nahi—mazza ka.”
Rohan ne chusa. Rekha ki doosri orgasm lambi thi, kampte hue. Usne lund nikaala, gaand ke beech ragda, poocha aankhon se. Rekha ne sar hilaaya. “Aaj nahi. Kal shower mein sochungi.” Usne haath se nikaala, cum pet pe liya, ungli se failaya jaise cream.
Soyi uske bazu mein. Subah alag hue jaise aadat ho.
Doosra din — darwaza jaan-bujh ke khula
Rekha ne paani chalaaya, curtain aadha, darwaza poora khula. Rohan coffee leke aaya, rakha, kapde utaare, andar aaya.
Is baar maa ne peeth di. “Sabun laga. Peeth. Phir neeche. Phir beech.”
Rohan ne lagaaya. Haath gaand ki daraar mein gaye. Rekha hili nahi. Ek ungli dabai, doosri nahi. “Sirf ghumaa. Andar mat.”
Usne ghumaya. Lund uski jaangh se sata. Rekha ne haath peeche diya, pakda, apni choot pe ragadwaya. “Ab daal. Dekh ke. Pura ek saans mein mat.”
Dheere. Pura. Paani unke milaan pe sata. Rohan ne nipples aage se pakde, dhakke gehre. Rekha instructions deti rahi—baaye nipple zor se, clit par ungli, nikal ke sirf head rakh, dubara poora, ruk, bol ‘maa’.
Usne kaha, “Maa.”
Rekha aa gayi. Tiles par naakhun. Rohan nikal ke uski gaand ke upar cum phenkna wala tha.
“Andar nahi. Taangon pe. Dekhun.”
Load uski raanon pe bahta, paani se patla hota. Rekha ne dekha mirror mein—56, bete ka ras tapakta, muskaan gandi.
Kapde pehne bina woh bedroom gayi. Rohan peeche. Bed geela ho gaya unse. Is baar Rekha ne pair uske kandhon pe rakhe. “Gehra. Main bolun tab nikalna.”
Chudai lambi. Neeche se ooper. Rekha ki awaaz pillow mein. Do baar aayi. Teesri pe Rohan nikal ke uske munh pe aaya. Maa ne aankh band karke liya, phir hans di.
“Lock ab hum lagate hain. Papa Sunday aayenge. Saturday raat tak yeh ghar hamara hai.”
Papa ka call, dubara
Shaam. Rekha sofa pe, gown. Rohan sar uski god mein, lund bahar, maa ka haath dheere chal raha. Phone. Papa.
Rekha ne normal awaaz nikaali. “Haan khaana ho gaya… Rohan? Woh… gym.”
Rohan ne gown uthaya, jeebh laga di god mein baithe. Rekha ki ungli uske baal mein kas gayi. “Nahi… main theek… gas… thoda.” Call pe joke. Rekha ne daant se honth kaate. Rohan ne clit chusa. Maa silent orgasm, kampte pair, phone kaan pe.
Cut ke baad usne thappad jaisa haath maara uske kandhe pe. “Phir kiya toh munh nahi milega.”
Usne munh diya hi. Ghutne carpet pe. Massive cock gala tak nahi, lekin jeebh neeche. Rekha ne thook nikaala, lund sloppy kiya, chus ke nikaala. “Sofa pe daag nahi. Mere boobs pe nikal.”
Rohan ne nikaala. Cum nipples pe kheench mein. Rekha ne tissue se pooncha, phir tissue bete ko diya. “Phenk. Aur raat ko do baje aana. Main soyi nahi houngi.”
Raat, do baje
Kamra andhera. Rekha pet ke bal. Rohan ne maalish se shuru kiya—tel jo bathroom se laaya. Peeth, gaand, daraar. Rekha ki awaaz pillow mein. “Ungli. Ek. Tel zyada.”
Ek ungli. Rekha hili. “Do nahi. Lund bhi nahi. Sirf itna.” Usne maana. Doosre haath se uski choot thi. Rekha dono hisso se geeli. Woh palat, bete ko neeche kiya, choot munh pe rakh di.
“Kha. Jab tak main bolun.”
Rohan ne khaaya. Lamba. Rekha baith ke hilti rahi, boobs haath mein. Aayi. Phir uthi nahi. “Ab tu andar. Light band. Tez mat. Main thak gayi lekin nahi rukna.”
Spoon. Peeche se. Gehra aur dheere. Rekha ki peeth uske seene se. Rohan ke munh mein uske baal. Usne nipples pakde jaise handle. End mein Rekha ne kaha, “Nikal. Mere haath mein de.”
Cum uski mutthi mein. Usne bete ke pet pe phela diya. “Soy. Subah shower. Darwaza khula.”
Saturday — aakhri din Papa se pehle
Subah se raat. Teen round.
Pehla shower—khade, maa deewar se, bete ka lund neeche se, paani tez. Rekha ne gaand pe sirf ragad maangi, phir mann badla, “Thoda head. Sirf head.” Head ghusa, nikal, ghusa. Rekha kaamp ke bolti rahi mat poora. Rohan poora nahi kiya. Cum uski peeth ki lakeer pe.
Doosra kitchen floor—towel bichha, Rekha ooper, control uska. “Main giraungi. Tu hilna mat.” Woh baithee, uthhi, baithee. Massive cock uska pet ubhaar ta laga. Mirror fridge pe. Rekha ne dekha khud ko. “Chup. Mat bol maa. Sirf… isi tarah.” Aayi. Rohan ko munh diya sink ke paas.
Teesra bed, dopahar. Rohan ne uski taangein kholi, khaaya, phir choda jab tak Rekha ne naam badal ke gaaliyan nikaali. End mein facial—aankh, honth, gale ki lakeer. Rekha bathroom gayi, aai, lipstick lagaye bina, sirf paani.
“Kal subah woh aayega. Aaj raat tu apne kamre so. Kal se hum dekhenge.”
Raat ko dono nahi soye. Rohan uske darwaze pe aaya. Rekha ne khola. Bina baat ke khincha. Chudai chup, tez, darr wale ghar ki. Cum andar nahi—pet pe, phir usne t-shirt se ponchha.
Subah Papa ki cab. Rekha chai. Rohan table pe. Unki taangein neeche chhui. Kisi ne nahi hatayi.
Bathroom ka darwaza din mein band raha. Raat ko, ghar soya to, Rekha ne lock andar se lagaya aur bete ko message kiya: paani chala diya.
Rohan aaya. Curtain aadha. Maa nangi. Lund pehle se khada.
“Aaj dheere,” Rekha ne kaha. “Aur kal sochungi gaand ke baare mein. Aaj sirf yahi. Pura. Andar nahi. Munh pe. Roz ki tarah.”
Rohan ghusa. Paani girta raha. Ghar ke baaki hisse mein Papa TV dekh rahe the.
Yahi unka loop ban gaya—khula darwaza, massive cock, maa ki instructions, shower ki tile, aur woh sharm jo ab bhi thi lekin rokhti nahi thi.
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