Main Rohan, 19 saal ka, apne kamre mein baitha tha jab Maa achanak andar aayi. Unke haath mein ek badi white granny panty thi, tightly clenched, andar se ulți, crotch pe thick, creamy, fresh maal chipka hua dikh raha tha. Uske chehre pe gussa tha, aankhein laal.
“Yeh kya hai, Rohan? Yeh meri panty mein kya chhod diya tune?” Maa ne chilla kar kaha, panty mere saamne phenk di. “Tune isme mutth maari hai? Apni Maa ki underwear mein lund hilaya hai?”
Main chup raha. Maa ne aage bola, awaaz thodi dheemi, “Hamare ghar mein sirf hum do hain. Yeh tera hi maal hai, beta. Itna ganda kaam… aur phir dho bhi nahi diya? Kyun, Rohan? Kyun?”
Unki awaaz tut rahi thi. Pehle kabhi unhone itna gaali nahi di thi. “Sach bol, beta. Tune jaan-bujh ke kiya tha? Chahta tha ki main dekh loon?”
Main thodi der chup raha, phir bola, “Maa… main bhool gaya tha dho dena. Pehle bhi kiya hai kabhi-kabhi. Sorry.”
Maa ke muh se nikal gaya, “Pehle bhi? Matlab yeh pehli baar nahi?”
“Nahi, Maa. Aur… ab jab pata chal gaya hai, toh samajh lo. Main… main tumhe chodna chahta hoon. Bahut zyada. Maa ban ke nahi, aurat ban ke. Tumhari choot chahiye mujhe.”
Maa ka muh khula reh gaya. Unhone panty floor pe phenk di, peeche mud ke chillaate hue bahar nikal gayi, “Pagal ho gaya hai tu! Apni Maa ke baare mein aisi baatein? Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha!”
Kuch der baad woh wapas aayi, panty uthayi aur bina kuch bole apne kamre mein chali gayi.
Main thoda guilty feel kar raha tha. Socha sorry bolne jaata hoon. Maa ke kamre ke darwaze ke paas gaya. Andar se soft whimpers aa rahi thi. Darwaza dheere se khola.
Maa bed pe leti thi, waist se neeche bilkul nangi. Legs wide open. Ek haath se apni choot ke andar ungliyaan daal rahi thi, doosre haath mein wahi panty, crotch apne muh pe rakh ke chaat rahi thi. Mere thick maal ko apni jeebh se chaat-chaat ke kha rahi thi, beech-beech mein moan kar rahi thi, “Mmm… Rohan… tera maal… itna garam…”
Main shock mein freeze ho gaya. Maa ki choot geeli thi, fingers se paani beh raha tha. Unki aankhein band, body hil rahi thi. Main dheere se darwaza band kiya aur apne kamre mein aa gaya. Apna lund nikaal ke hilane laga, unke scene ko yaad karke. Bahut jaldi nikal gaya.
Uske baad do din Maa ne mujhse baat nahi ki. Kamre se bahar kam aati thi. Teesre din thodi normal hui, lekin face pe sharam thi, aankhein nahi milati thi.
Ek subah, Maa office gayi. Kitchen mein counter pe ek chhota envelope pada tha, mere naam se.
Andar note:
“Beta Rohan, main jaanti hoon tune dekh liya tha us din. Main sharminda hoon. Online padha, kai ladke apni Maa ki panties mein mutth maarte hain. Main ab bhi uncomfortable hoon, lekin… agar chahe toh mere soiled panties use kar sakta hai. Sirf baat mat karna iske baare mein abhi. Main ready nahi hoon face-to-face. Love, Maa.”
Main samajh gaya. Us shaam Maa late aayi, seedha kamre mein chali gayi.
Agle din subah, laundry basket ke upar ek nayi pair of light blue, chhoti, sexy panties padi thi. Pehle kabhi aisi nahi pehenti thi Maa. Crotch pe dried paani aur kuch baal chipke hue the. Main samajh gaya – yeh mere liye chhodi hai.
Maine lund nikaala, panties ke crotch pe ragda, aur thick maal seedha usme chhod diya. Phir fold karke wahi rakh diya.
Shaam ko Maa aayi. Thodi der baad unhone dekha. Kuch nahi boli, lekin raat ko jab main bathroom se aa raha tha, Maa ne mujhe roka.
“Rohan… woh blue wale… tune phir se…?”
Main ne haan mein sir hilaaya. Maa ne aankhein jhukayi, “Theek hai. Ab so jaa.”
Us raat main so nahi paya. Subah Maa ne breakfast banaya. Jab main kitchen gaya, Maa ne peeche se aakar meri waist pe haath rakha.
“Beta… jo tune bola tha us din… sach mein chahta hai?”
Main ghooma. Maa ke aankhon mein sharam aur kuch aur tha. “Haan, Maa. Bahut.”
Maa ne dheere se mere lund pe haath rakha, jo already hard ho raha tha. “Yeh… itna bada? Maa ke liye?”
Maine unhe uthaya, kitchen counter pe bithaya. Unki nighty upar ki. Maa ne sirf panty pehni thi. Maine woh khinch ke neeche ki. Maa ki choot pehle se geeli thi.
“Maa… main chaat sakta hoon?”
Maa ne sir hilaaya. Main ghutno pe baitha, unki choot pe jeebh lagayi. Swad thoda namkeen, thoda meetha. Maa ke haath mere baalon mein, “Rohan… beta… dheere… aaaah…”
Main unki clit chaat raha tha, do ungliyaan andar daal ke. Maa ka paani mere muh pe beh raha tha. Unhone mera sir daba diya, “Aur andar… chaat… apna maal jo tune panties mein chhoda tha, uska swaad bhi aa raha hai na?”
Main ne haan kaha, jeebh se unki choot ke andar ghusaya. Maa moan kar rahi thi, “Haan beta… teri Maa ki choot… itni geeli… pehle kabhi aisa nahi hua…”
Maine unhe uthaya, apne kamre le gaya. Bed pe litaaya. Maa ne meri pant utaari, lund haath mein liya. “Itna mota… Maa ke andar jayega?”
“Haan, Maa. Aaram se.”
Maine lund unki choot pe ragda, paani se geela kiya, phir dheere se andar daala. Maa ne aankhein band ki, “Aaaah… Rohan… beta… bada hai… ruk… ruk…”
Main ruk gaya. Maa ne deep saans li, “Ab dheere se… pura daal.”
Main poora andar gaya. Maa ki choot tight thi, garam, geeli. Maine dheere-dheere stroke maare. Maa ke haath meri peeth pe, “Haan… aise hi… apni Maa ko chod… beta…”
Main speed badhaaya. Maa ke boobs hil rahe the. Maine unhe dabaaya, nipples chaate. “Maa… tumhari choot kitni tight hai. Itne saalon se kisi ne nahi choda?”
“Nahi… tere Papa ke baad… kabhi nahi. Ab tu… mera beta… mera lund…”
Main unhe doggy style mein kiya. Maa ne gaand upar ki. Maine peeche se lund daala, gaand pe thappad maara. “Maa… teri gaand bhi chodu?”
Maa ne peeche mud ke dekha, “Aaj nahi… pehle choot… poora nikaal de andar.”
Main tez choda. Maa chilla rahi thi, “Haan Rohan… aur tez… teri Maa ko chod… maal andar chhod dena… beta ka maal Maa ki choot mein…”
Main nikalne wala tha. Maa ne kaha, “Andar… pura… apni Maa ko pregnant karne jaisa…”
Main poora andar daal ke nikal gaya. Thick maal Maa ki choot mein bhar gaya. Maa bhi jhad gayi, body kaanp rahi thi.
Uske baad hum dono lete rahe. Maa ne mere lund pe haath rakh ke kaha, “Yeh ab hamara raaz hai, beta. Kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Agle kuch dinon mein yeh routine ban gaya. Subah Maa panties chhod jaati thi, main usme maal chhodta. Shaam ko ya raat ko chudai. Kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi bathroom mein.
Ek raat Maa ne kaha, “Rohan, aaj main tere lund ko muh mein lena chahti hoon. Tera maal peena chahti hoon, jaise us din panties se piya tha.”
Maine Maa ko bed pe bithaya. Unhone lund muh mein liya, deep throat karne ki koshish ki. Main unke baalon pakad ke dheere-dheere muh chodne laga. “Maa… itna accha… teri jeebh…”
Maa ne poora maal pi liya, kuch bahar nikal ke chaata. “Tera maal meetha hai, beta. Roz peena chahti hoon.”
Ab ghar mein koi sharam nahi bachi. Maa openly apni choot dikhaati, main panties mein mutth maarta, aur raat ko poori raat chudai. Maa kehti, “Beta, teri Maa ab teri randi hai. Jitna chahe chod. Andar maal chhod. Yeh hamara hi ghar hai.”
Ek din Maa office se jaldi aayi. Main sofe pe baitha tha, lund hilaa raha tha unki ek purani panty se. Maa ne dekha, muskuraayi, “Ruko, main bhi saath deti hoon.”
Unhone kapde utaare, mere paas aayi, lund pe baith gayi. “Aaj upar se. Teri Maa khud chadegi.”
Main ne unki gaand pakdi, upar-neeche kiya. Maa ki choot se paani mere balls pe beh raha tha. “Haan Maa… aise hi… poori Maa meri hai…”
Hum dono jhad gaye saath. Maa mere seene pe leti rahi, “Rohan, ab se main roz nayi panties chhodungi. Aur raat ko tumhe poori tarah se de dungi. Yeh ab hamara normal hai.”
Is tarah se hamari zindagi badal gayi. Maa-beta ke beech ab sirf yeh raaz tha – panties, maal, aur roz ki chudai. Koi sharam nahi, koi guilt nahi. Sirf gehri, taboo, garam chah.