Meri Mummy Ki 1000 chudaiyan

Meri ek ajeeb si chahat thi. Mujhe
apni maa ko chudwate huwe
dekhna tha. Darwaje, khirki,
bathroom- har jagah ke har ched
me aankh rakhke bhi dekh liya.
Saali ki gand bhi naseeb nahi huyi.
Mujhe unhe chodna nahi tha, bass
dard se katrati, apni chut pe lund
ghused ke chillati or tilmilati, rhoti,
girdgirdati, magar ussi lund ko
lekar chumti, chusti aur wapas
apne chut mein panah deti- yehi
dekhna tha.
Naseeb bhi aisa tha ke maa saali
koi sati-savitri lagti thi. Mann hi
mann mein kahani banake, mote
lund laake, mann hi mann maa ko
chudwata tha. Unhi ki khayalon
mein muth marte marte tang aa
gaya tha main. Har raat ko ek hi
duwa karta tha: "kuch to dikhado."
Meri maa, kisi bhi dusre aunty ki
tarah hi dikhti hain- thodi moti hai
par chehra kafi sundar hai. Figure
bhi umar ke hisab se thik thak tha.
Kabhi kabhi sochta tha ke unko
unke bedroom pe nanga karke
khud hi chod dalun. Par yeh
aasaan nahi tha. Uss 40 saal purani
boor mein ek hi lund ke parking ka
license tha, aur woh mere baap ka.
Kutiya kapde bhi aise pahenti thi
ke mano uska bass chale toh muh
bhi dhakde. Naram swabhav ki yeh
aurat, dusre mard se baat toh
duur, unke baare mein shayad
sochti bhi nahi thi. Aur agar main
kuch ulta sidha karun toh mera
baap mujhe zinda jala dega. Aisi
paristhitiyon mein, mera adhura
sapna, sapna hi rehne wala tha, ke
ekdin ek masiha aaya, naam Akbar
Haji. School mein usse meri
dushmani thi. Ameer baap ka ladka
tha aur paise lutane mein maahir
bhi. Woh naya naya class XI mein
aaya tha, aur mujhe ussa maar-
peet ho gayi kyun ke usne mujhe
maadarchod bola tha.
Aaj, 6 mahine baad, woh hi mera
aakhri raasta tha. Woh bahut hi
hatta-gatta aur kafi takatwar tha.
Apne class mein ladkiyon ke beech
ek badi baat tha uska mota tagda
lund. Kisi ek ladki ne usse peshaab
karte huwe dekh liya tha aur tabse
Akbar school mein mashur ho
gaya. School mein doston ke beech
baat-cheet karke pata chala, ke yeh
gandu Akbar, ladki patane mein
maahir hai. Kisi maal ko bhi ek
ghanta me utha sakta hai. Itna bhi
suna ke woh ab thodi aunty type
maal talash raha hai. Mera kaam ho
gaya tha. Bass der thi toh Akbar se
baat karne ki.
Akbar phone pe busy tha jab main
uske paas gaya. Mere paas tab tak
koi cell phone nahi tha. Yehi mauka
tha usse kuch paise maarke ek
phone kharidun.
"Akbar!" maine usse pukara.
"Haan bol kya hai?" usne mujhse
pucha.
"Kaisa hai? Suna hai chut maarne
ke liye aunty dhoond raha hai?"
"Haan. Par tujhko kya?" woh thoda
gusse mein aagaya.
Maine aawaz neeche karke bola-
"Meri maa chalegi? Ekdam mast
hai. Bass patana hai."
"Subah subah nasha chada liya hai
kya?" woh mere baat se hayraan
tha.
"Abey nahi re. Tu toh mera dost
hai. Aakhir dost hi toh dost ke
kaam aata hai. Hai na?" maine usse
samjhaya.
"Tu mujhe puri baat bata. Tera kya
lafda hai issme?" woh kafi addiyal
tha aur mujhe batana hi pada-
"Dekh yaar, mujhe apni maa ko
chodte huye dekhna hai. Bass. Aur
kuch nahi."
"Aur issliye tu apne maa ki dalali
kar raha hai?" usne pucha.
"Dalali nahi dost. Phir bhi agar tu
yeh dalali samajh raha hai toh kuch
paise de dena." maine bola.
"Kitna chahiye?"
"Tu kitna de sakta hai?"
"500. Usse zyada nahi. Kutiya ka
photo dikha."
Main rakam shun ke zyada khus
nahi tha. 500 mein kuch nahi
hoga. Phir bhi main maan gaya aur
tutey tutey aawaz mein bolne laga- "Photo
nahi hai. Har shaam chaar baje
woh puja karne jaati hai. Toh pura
ghar khali hota hai. Aaj maine maa
ko bol aaya hun ke main 8 baje tak
ghar lautunga, dost ka birthday
hai. Tu ghanti bajake mere liye
puchna. Woh jab bolegi main ghar
mein nahi hun toh bolna ke tu kisi
zaruri kaam se aaya hai aur mujhe
mile bagair tu ja nahi payega. Ek
baar ghar mein ghus gaya toh fir
teri baari. Woh jab puja karne
jaaye toh chupke se darwaja khol
dena, main ghus jaunga. Aur haan,
bedroom mein please please
please mat le jana. Wahan chupne
ki jagah nahi hai. Jo karna,
drawing room me hi karna.
Papa 9 baje tak laut jaate hain, toh
jo bhi ho, 9 baje se pehle khatam
karna. Thik hai?" sab kuch shunke
woh kafi confident tha. Main
wahan se utha aur bola- "Toh
pawne-chaar baje, Shri Krishna
Vihar ke gate pe. Aaj hi. Taiyaar hai
na?"
Main ajeeb sa mehsus kar raha tha.
Lund itna bada ho gaya tha ke
pant ke bahar se dikh raha tha.
Mera sirr chakra raha tha aur main
bass chaar bajne ke intezaar mein
pal ginn raha tha.
Akbar time pe haazir tha. Maine
usse apna ghar dikhaya aur
darwaje ke saamne seedi ke
peeche chup gaya. Usne ghanti
bajayi toh mano mera pura badan
hill gaya. Aab mujhe chup chap un
dono ki baat-cheet aur harkatein
shunna aur dekhna tha.
Ting tong....
Maa: kaun?
Akbar: aunty main
Akbar. Abhi ka dost.
Maa (darwaja khol ke) : beta Abhi
toh nahi hai. Woh 8 baje tak
aayega.
Akbar: aunty bahut zaruri hai. Main
kya thodi der baith sakta hun?
Uske aane tak?
Maa: Thik hai beta. Aao andar aao.
Main jaldi jaldi puja karke aati hun.
Tum baitho.
Darwaja bandh hone ke ek minute
baad Akbar ne mujhe andar bula
liya. Ghar mein ghuste hi bolne
laga, "Aaj tere kutiya maa ki chut
faad ke jaunga. Kamini puri
raapchik hai be!"
Main ghar ke kone me parde ke
peeche chup gaya. Darr ke maare
mere pao kaap rahe the par main
kisi tarah khada tha. Thodi der
mein maa laut gayi. Puja ghar mein
pankha nahi hone se pure pasine
mein lat-pat woh Akbar ke paas
sofa mein baith gayi.
Maa: toh bolo beta, kaise aana
huwa?
Akbar: aunty woh Abhi se thoda
kaam tha.
Maa: oh! Thik hai. Kuch loge?
Akbar: nahi aunty, bass ek glass
pani.


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