Kavita ki haveli purani thi, lekin uska jism abhi bhi waisa tha jaise shaadi ke saal. Bhaari kamar, moti gaand, 36 ke stan jo blouse mein tairte the. Do bete, ek jaise chehre, ek jaise mote haath. Log kehte the jumle. Kavita jaanti thi farq: Arjun chup, Aryan behayya.
Raja-pati do saal se nahi the. Haveli mein raat lambi thi.
Pehli raat barish ho rahi thi. Bijli chamki. Kavita aangan se andar aayi, geeli saari badan se chipki. Nipple saaf dikh rahe the. Arjun dehleez par khada tha, tuala haath mein.
“Maa, geeli ho.”
“Andar aa. Tala laga.”
Kamre mein sirf ek palang. Kavita palang ki kinare baithi, saari se paani nichodti. Arjun ne tuala diya. Usne tuala nahi liya. “Tu ponchh.”
Arjun jhuka. Gardan, hont, phir blouse ke upar se stan. Tuala ruka. Kavita ne uska sar dabaaya. “Yahin. Zor se.”
Kapde ke peeche nipple sakht the. Arjun ke munh ne garmi mahsoos ki. Lund ne izaar mein dhakka maara. Kavita ki nazar neeche gayi.
“Ithna… dono bhai ek jaise ho kya yahan bhi?”
Arjun sharmaaya. Kavita hasi nahi. Usne bete ko apni god mein kheench liya, munh saamne. Moohi uske mote lund par baithi. Izaar ke upar se masla, naap.
“Maa ko dikha.”
Izaar khula. Lund bahar aaya — kaala, nasson wala, kalai jitna mota, sir chamakta. Kavita ke dono haath lage, poora nahi dhakka. Usne thook lagaaya, siri ko honthon se chuma, phir chusa. Arjun ki kamar kaanpi.
“Maa… Aryan ghar pe hai.”
“To tala laga hai. Ab nikalna mat.”
Saari kamar tak uthi. Chaddi ek side. Chut geeli, baal geele. Kavita ne lund ko chehre pe ragda, phir god mein hi uth kar tip ko chut par rakha. Dheere baithi. Sir ghusa. Phir do inch. Phir aur.
“Fat rahi hoon beta… tu bahut mota hai…”
Poori baithi to uski gaand Arjun ki ranon par aa gayi. Lund andar tak. Kavita hilna bhool gayi. Sirf saans. Phir chhoti chakkar. Stan blouse se bahar nikaale, Arjun ke munh mein thoonse. “Chus. Rani nahi, teri maa hoon. Chus.”
Geeli awaaz shuru hui. Thap. Thap. Palang ki paya hilne lagi. Kavita ki payal nahi thi us raat, lekin kangan khanke. Har baithak pe chut lapetti, nikalte waqt honth chimatte.
Darwaza khul gaya.
Aryan. Same chehra. Same mota izaar. Usne scene liya: maa bete ki god mein, chut mein lund, stan munh mein.
Kavita uthi nahi. “Tala to laga tha.”
“Kundi khuli thi, maa.” Aryan andar aaya, darwaza band kiya. “Main bhi jumla hoon.”
Kavita ne Arjun ke kandhe se sir uthaya. “To nikal ke dikha. Maa dekhe dono ek jaise ho ya jhoot.”
Aryan ne kapde giraaye. Lund nikal aaya — thoda seedha, utna hi mota. Kavita ki chut Arjun par dhasak gayi, dekhte hue. Usne haath badhaya, doosre bete ka lund pakda, masla.
“Ek jaise ho. Achha. To maa ki chut aaj do hisse mein nahi bate gi. Baari se hogi. Pehle jo andar hai, woh nikaale. Phir tu.”
Arjun nikal aaya, chamakta, geela. Kavita usi god se utar kar haath-ghuutnon par aa gayi. “Aryan, saamne aa. Munh mein de. Arjun, peeche se daal.”
Aryan ke lund ne honth faade. Kavita ne gala khola, jitna gaya utna liya. Peeche Arjun ne chut dhoondhi aur ek jhatke mein dubara ghusa. Kavita ki awaaz lund ke around atak gayi.
Do bete. Ek maa. Haveli ki deewar patli thi, lekin us raat koi naukar nahi aaya.
Arjun tez tha, gusse wala, jaise maa ne pehle usko chhupa ke rakha. Har dhakke pe Kavita ka pet palang se takrata. Aryan dheere chuswata, baal pakad ke, kabhi nikal ke nipple pe malta. Kavita ke thook se dono lund chamakte.
Aryan bola, “Maa, god. Wapas god.”
Woh palat. Aryan palang par baitha. Kavita uski god mein aayi, chut sitayi, poori baithi. Arjun khada raha, maa ke munh mein lund diya. Kavita upar-neeche, stan Aryan ke chehre pe patakte. Aryan ne nipple kaate. Kavita jhadi, paani Aryan ke andon par tapka.
Phir palat. Arjun ki god. Aryan munh mein. Same lund, same motai, sirf saans alag.
Raat ke teen baje Kavita leti thi, taange khuli, dono bete dono taraf. Ek stan ek munh, doosra doosra. Beech mein kabhi Arjun ka lund, kabhi Aryan ka. Jab Aryan andar tha aur Arjun maa ke gaand ke ched ko ungli se geela kar raha tha, Kavita ne kaha, “Aaj nahi. Kal. Pehle chut ko aadat do.”
Subah dasi ne chai di. Kavita ne palang pe chadar kheench li. Bete so rahe the, nange. Dasi ki aankh gayi, muh band. Kavita ne kaha, “Jo dekha, woh bhool. Extra inam milega. Bahar ja.”
Doosri raat.
Kavita ne dono ko nahaane ke baad bulaya. Sirf blouse aur petticoat. Blouse ke fiite khule. “Aaj maa ko god se uthna nahi hai. Tum badalte raho. Lund nikalta hai to doosra ghusta hai. Samjhe?”
Arjun pehle baitha. Kavita baithi. Aryan khada, lund maa ke honth pe. Paanch minute. Kavita ne ishara kiya. Arjun nikal aaya, Aryan ne jagah li, god mein aaya, andar tak baitha diya. Kavita ki chill ek dam nahi ruki, sirf naam badla.
“Arjun… Aryan… Arjun…”
Us raat dono ne maa ke andar hi jhadna seekha. Pehle Aryan, garmi bhar ke. Phir Arjun, same chut, aur geeli, aur dheeli, phir bhi tight kyunki lund mota tha. Kavita unke beech leti rahi, ungliyon se apni chut kholti, pichkari nikalte dekhati.
Teejri din dopahar.
Aryan kitchen mein. Kavita ne peeche se izaar khola, god nahi, sink pe pet rakh ke. “Jaldi. Bhai aayega.” Aryan ne peeche se ghusa, ek haath stan pe. Kavita ki thap sink se takrati. Arjun darwaze pe aa gaya, dekhta raha, phir aage aaya, maa ke munh mein lund diya. Kitchen ki khidki band thi. Masale ki mehak mein sirf geeli chatak.
Shaam ko teenon same palang.
Kavita boli, “Log kehte hain jumle ek jaan. To maa bhi ek chut rakhegi. Jo pehle khada kare, woh pehle le. Jo baad mein aaye, munh ya stan.”
Khel shuru. Arjun jeeta pehli dafa. Aryan doosri. Teeji dafa dono ek saath khade hue to Kavita hasi, “To maa ke dono ched nahi… aaj sirf ek. Baari. Dekhte hain kaun zyada der rokta hai.”
Usne dono ko chusa, dono ko ragda, phir god mein Aryan ko liya aur haath se Arjun ko nikaala. Jab Aryan ke ande sakht hue, Kavita utar gayi, Arjun par baith gayi, Aryan ko munh diya. Aryan jhada, garam doodh jeebh par. Kavita nigal gayi. Arjun ne neeche se aur tez kiya, maa ki chut pakad ke, aur andar hi bhar diya.
Kavita unke upar gir gayi. “Kal se roz. School nahi, naukri nahi, jo bhi bahar ka kaam hai… raat ko do baje se pehle ghar. Maa ki god khaali nahi rehni chahiye.”
Chauthi raat usne kaha jo pehle mana tha.
“Aryan peeche. Arjun saamne. Dheere. Maa batayegi.”
Tel. Dheere. Peeche ched khula, Aryan ka sir. Saamne Arjun poora. Kavita ke munh se awaaz nahi aayi, sirf saans. Do lund, ek jism. Jumle andar se takraaye. Kavita ne baal nocho, phir dono ke sar stan pe lapete. “Ab hilo. Ek pal… ek pal.”
Woh raat lambi thi. Haveli soyi. Palang nahi soya.
Subah Kavita aaine ke saamne khadi thi, saari pehenti, gardan pe sujaav, ranon par nishaan. Arjun ne peeche se blouse bandha. Aryan ne payal pehnayi. Kavita ne kaha, “Bahar maa hoon. Andar jo dekha, wahi. Do lund, ek god. Yeh ghar ka raaz.”
Us din ke baad naukar bhi samajh gaye. Kamre ke bahar khade nahi hote the raat ko. Kabhi kabhi tuala andar rakh ke nikal jaate, aankh neeche.
Ek hafta baad Kavita ne unhe ek saath god mein nahi, khud ko beech mein litaya. “Aaj maa sirf leti hai. Tum karo. Jo jeetega, subah tak maa usi ki god mein soye gi.”
Arjun tez, gehra. Aryan lambe dhakke. Kavita ke stan dono taraf se dabe. Woh jhadi teen baar. Phir soyi Aryan ki god mein, lund abhi bhi andar, Arjun uske peeche chipka, haath maa ke stan par.
Kavita so te hue boli, “Pati nahi aayega. Tum dono ho. Bas itna yaad rakhna… maa ko chhup ke chodo, lekin roz chodo.”
Jumle soye. Beech mein unki maa. Haveli ki raat phir geeli thi.
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