Priya Mehra 41 saal ki thi. Moti moti gaand, bade bade doodh jo blouse mein se nikalne ko ready rehte the, aur beech mein ek gili si choot jo pichle 11 din se Papa ke jaane ke baad bhookhi padi thi. Unke bete Kabir ki umar 22 thi. Lambaa, gym karta tha, lund bhi uske baap se mota ho chuka tha. Sanjay Pune mein site pe tha. Ghar mein sirf Mummy aur Beta.
Bijli gayi hui thi. Inverter ki roshni mein Priya yellow nightie pehne sofa pe baithi thi. Nightie upar chadhi hui thi. Kabir ko uski panty ka kaala daag dikh raha tha. Woh soch raha tha — Mummy ki choot aaj kitni gili hogi.
“Beta, thoda paani laa.”
Usne bottle diya. Ungli Mummy ke doodh se takra gayi. Priya ne hataya nahi.
“Pair daba de na beta, bahut dard ho raha hai.”
Kabir ne uska pair godi mein liya. Pehle pair, phir pindli, phir nightie ke andar jaake rasili jaangh. Priya ki saans tez ho gayi.
Usne panty side ki. Choot already chipchipi thi. Ek ungli slit pe feri to Priya ka muu khul gaya.
“Ahh… Kabir… yahan nahi beta…”
Lekin jaanghein khul gayi.
Do ungliyan andar ghusi. Choot ne jaise daba liya. Paani nikalne laga. Kabir ne ungliyan aage ki taraf mori, wahi jagah dhoondi jahan aurat pagal ho jaati hai.
Mil gayi.
Priya ki kamar uth gayi. “Hnnn madarchod… wahan… aur zor se…”
Teen ungliyan. Hatheli clit pe ragad rahi thi. Priya ke doodh nightie se nikal aaye. Kabir ne ek nipple muu mein le liya aur choosne laga.
“Chus le dono… meri choot mat chhod… beta Mummy ki choot ko phaad de ungliyon se…”
Pehla orgasm aaya to Priya ne Kabir ka haath jaanghon se dabaya. Paani sofa pe girne laga. Usne rukna nahi. Ungliyan aur tez chalaai.
Dusra orgasm. Phir teesra. Priya rone lagi. “Bas… bas beta… Mummy mar jayegi…”
Kabir ne ungliyan nikaali. Woh chamak rahi thi. Priya ne aankh milake unhe muu mein le liya aur saaf kar diya.
“Kamre mein chal. Aaj Papa nahi hain.”
Kamre mein nightie utri. Priya nangi khadi thi. Bade doodh, kaale nipple, naram pet, aur neeche kaali ghaas jo apne hi paani se chipak rahi thi. Kabir nanga hua. Lund seedha khada, sir se paani tapak raha tha.
Priya ne haath mein liya. “Itna mota ho gaya hai mera larka… Mummy ki choot isse kaise legi…”
Woh bed pe let gayi, taangein phaad ke. “Pehle ungliyon se hi khol. Baad mein lund dena.”
Kabir uske beech baitha. Do ungliyan phir andar. Priya ki choot ab dheeli aur behad gili thi. Woh chat chat ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Usne Mummy ki choot chaatni shuru ki jab ungliyan andar thi. Jeebh clit pe, ungliyan andar ghus-nikal. Priya ke haath uske baal mein.
“Haan beta… aise hi chaat… Mummy ki choot ko achhe se chaat… paani nikaal de saara…”
Woh squirt kar gayi. Seedha Kabir ke muh pe. Usne piya.
Phir Priya uth ke uske godi mein baithi, peeth uski taraf. “Peeche se daal ungliyan. Gaand ke paas se.”
Kabir ne teen ungliyan neeche se ghusai. Doosre haath se doodh masle. Priya uske lund ko apni choot ke upar ragad rahi thi lekin andar nahi le rahi thi abhi. Sirf ungliyan.
“Dekh beta kitni gandi ho gayi hai teri Mummy… Papa ko pata chala to…”
“Pata nahi chalega. Aaj se yeh choot meri hai.”
Priya hans padi, phir hilne lagi. Ungliyan poori mutthi tak jaane lagi. Woh phir se aa gayi, kamar kampte hue, “Betaaaa… Mummy ki choot fatt gayi…”
Raat bhar yehi chalta raha. Kabhi kitchen ki slab pe, Mummy ki saari upar karke. Kabhi bathroom mein shower ke neeche. Kabhi subah 4 baje jab unhone socha ab nahi, phir Kabir ki ungliyan phir andar chali gayi.
Teen din baad woh Dantewada gaye. Danteshwari mandir. Priya ne kaha “Mann nahi lag raha ghar pe, pooja kar lete hain.” Asal mein dono ko andhera chahiye tha.
Mandir ke peeche dharamshala ke kamre mein raat ko bijli kam thi. Priya laal saari mein thi, bindi badi, mangalsutra gale mein. Kabir ne usko deewar se lagaaya.
“Mummy yahan nahi…”
“Yahan hi. Devi dekh rahi hogi. Dekhne do.”
Usne saari ka pallu hataya. Blouse ke button khole. Doodh bahar aaye. Kabir ne unhe choosa jabki neeche se haath panty ke andar ghusaya. Do ungliyan seedha choot mein.
Priya ke muh se aah nikal rahi thi dabi hui. Bahar pujaari ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Andar Mummy ki choot chatak rahi thi.
“Zor se beta… mandir mein Mummy ko chudwa… ungliyon se hi sahi…”
Kabir ne usko palat ke khaat pe giraaya, taangein kandhe pe rakhi, chaar ungliyan andar tak. Priya ne muh mein pallu daba liya taaki cheekh na nikal jaaye. Phir bhi “mmmphh… beta meri choot… Devi maaf kare…” nikal hi gaya.
Us raat unhone lund bhi daala pehli baar. Dheere dheere, kyunki choot abhi bhi ungliyon se sooji hui thi. Priya royi bhi, chudwaya bhi. Subah uth ke dono ne phir se haath milaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Lekin Priya ki chaal dekh ke pata chal raha tha — beech mein kuch geela aur khula hua hai.
Ghar wapas aake yeh roz ka ho gaya. Papa phone pe “sab theek hai na?” poochte. Priya kehti “Haan, beta bahut sambhaal raha hai.”
Raat ko wahi beta Mummy ki choot mein ungliyan ghusa ke kehta “Sambhaal raha hoon Mummy. Poori sambhaal raha hoon.”
Agar agla hissa chahiye — subah kitchen wali lambi fingering, ya Papa ke aane se ek raat pehle wali last wali raat — bolo, Hinglish mein hi likhunga.
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