Pichla bhaag padhe:- Maa aur Dost-2
Mom Sex Story
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Main late night ghar pe aaya, bilkul thaka hua. Jaise hi andar ghusa, maa ko apne room mein phone pe baat karte suna. Gusse se pagal ho gaya main. Uska phone chheen liya aur chillaya, “Kuch bhi ho jaaye, main tujhe Rizwan se nahi milne doonga!”
Maa ne gussa nahi kiya, na royi, na chillayi. Bas ek calm, jaanne wali smile di. Uski ye smile dekh ke mujhe shock lag gaya. Main apne room mein chala gaya, gusse aur confusion mein sochta-sochta so gaya.
Agli subah utha to maa ko ghar mein dhoondne laga, maa kahin nahi thi. Uska mobile bhi gayab tha. Maine baar-baar use call kiya, message kiya, but wo mere phone ka koi response nahi de rahi thi. Maine thoda panic ho gaya. Fir maine fatafat bike nikali aur seedha Rizwan ke flat pe pahuncha. Waha pahunch ke dekha to na wo tha, na maa. Ravi Bhaiya se poocha to unhone kaha, “Rizwan subah se flat pe nahi dikha.”
Fir maine Rizwan ko baar-baar call kiya. Bahut baar try karne ke baad, aakhir usne mera call pick up kiya.
Main: “Madarchod, kahan hai tu? Meri maa kahan hai?”
Rizwan: “Bhosadike, tere bakwas sun-sun ke thak gaya. Mujhe kya pata teri maa kahan hai?”
Main: “Seedhe-seedhe bol! Wo tere saath hai na? Bata, warna police ke paas jaunga!”
Rizwan: “Dhamki maat de, ja tujhe jo karna hai kar le. Teri maa kya koi bachhi hai jo main god mein utha ke bhaga loonga?”
Main: “Madarchod, god mein utha ke chod sakta hai to bhaga bhi sakta hai! Jaldi bata kahan hai tu aur meri maa!”
Rizwan: “Bhosdike, mujhe kya pata! Tujhse pareshan hoke ya to bhaag gayi hogi, ya suicide kar liya hoga. Tere jaise selfish beta wali maa aur kya karegi bechari?”
Uski baat sun ke main ghabra gaya, Mera dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.
Rizwan: “Aur agar suicide kiya to tu hi zimmedar hoga.”
Itna bol ke usne call kaat diya.
Main wapas try kiya par usne mera call answer nahi kiya. Fir main flat pe aaya. Beech-beech mein main maa ko call karta raha. Ab maine aur ghabra gaya poora din nikal gaya tha, Na koi relative tha help ke liye, na dost.
Aakhir maine Rizwan ko message kiya: “Sorry bhai, gusse mein kuch bhi bol gaya. Please ek baar call receive kar.”
Thodi der mein maine phone baja.
Rizwan: “Haa bol.”
Main: “Sorry bhai, main galat tha maa ke saath bhi, tere saath bhi. Please bata maa kahan hai?” Main rone laga.
Rizwan: “Ro mat. Teri maa mere saath hai, bilkul theek hai.”
Main khush ho gaya, aur mujhe thoda normal feel hua.
Main: “Bhai, usse baat kara please!”
Rizwan: “Nahi, wo tujhse baat nahi karna chaahti. Aur baat bhi kya karegi tere saath?”
Main: “Please yaar, sorry bolunga maa ko bhi, tujhe bhi. Maa ko ghar bhej de please!”
Rizwan ka phone loudspeaker pe tha. Maa sab sun rahi thi.
Maa ki awaaz (background se): “Rizwan, use bol do, ab main ghar nahi aaungi. Ab se tere saath rahungi. Na Suraj se mujhe milna hai, aur na baat karni hai.”
Rizwan: “Sun liya na? Phone rakh ab, aur disturb mat kar hame. Already tumne use bahut pareshan kiya hai aur bahut taklif di hai”
Main (chillate hue): “Maa! Aisa kaise kar sakti ho aap mere saath? Please baat karo! Sach mein sharminda hu. Wapas aa jao! Tumhare bina kaise rahunga? Please maa!”
Maa: “Rizwan, usse bol, agar use maa chahiye to Rizwan ko bhi accept karna padega.”
Tab main samajh gaya ye dono mil ke mujhe emotional blackmail kar rahe the. Unhe pata tha mere paas koi option nahi. Main gidgidaya, sorry bola, par Rizwan ko accept karunga ye maine nahi bola. Wo dono tade the apni demand pe aur maa ne call cut kar diya. Poori shaam nikal gayi, main unhe fir se call try karta raha, but unhone mera call receive nahi kiya.
Aakhir maine WhatsApp pe dono ko message: “Please ghar aa jao. Kuch nahi kahunga, disturb nahi karunga. Tumhare relation ka respect karunga. Please!”
Dono ne whats app ka message seen kiya tha but no response. Raat ke kaareb 12 baje the. Main akela ghar mein baitha tha tab ghar ka doorbell baja. Maine darwaza khola, Rizwan door pe khada tha wo akela tha. Main shant tha. Maine use andar bulaya aur poocha “maa kahan hai?”.
“Aaa rahi hai. Pahle hum baat kare?,” Main shant baith gaya.
Rizwan: “Dekh Suraj, teri haalat samajhta hu. Par jab tere Papa hospital mein the, maa bahut udaas thi. Support chahiye tha use kisi ka. Mujhe wo tabhi se achi lagne lagi thi, pata nahi tab hum kaise apne aap close aa gaye. Main tumhe abhi clearly baatata hu, Agar tu use pareshan karega to main use leke doosre flat chala jaunga; aur wo ready hai. Par main tumhe bhi apna karibi dost maanta hu aur tum dono maa-bete ko alag nahi karna chaahta. To please hame pareshan mat kar.”
Main: “Nahi bhai, meri galti thi. Overreact kiya maine. Sorry again. maa ko bula please, ya mujhe bata kahan hai maa, main use leke aata hu.”
Rizwan: “Tu ruk yahan. Wo car mein soyi hai, din bhar ro-ro ke thak gayi beechari. Main laata hu use.”
Main: “Haa theek hai.”
Rizwan neeche gaya. Maine darwaza khula rakha. Bahut time ho gaya tha to Apartment mein koi nahi jag raha tha. Lift khuli to main dekhta reh gaya. Maa nind mein ladkhadati chal rahi thi. Subah saree mein gayi thi ghar se bhaagte time, ab? Full makeover sleeveless crop top uske curves ko hug kar raha tha, tight jeans hips dikha rahi, trendy haircut, makeup, high heels.
Rizwan usko aaram se sambhal raha tha, ek mazboot haath uski kamar pe, jahan top chhota tha wahan white pet aur belly dikh rahi thi. Doosra haath uska haath uske kandhe pe. Uski broad, ripped shoulders shirt ke neeche flex kar rahe the, jaise uski personal property leke aa raha ho.
Mere paas se jab dono guzre to sharaab ki boo aayi. Main samajh gaya maa ne sharab pee thi aur wo nashe mein dhut hui thi. ‘’Main chup raha’’. Rizwan ne maa ko bed room mein jaake bed pe lita diya. Meri himmat nahi hui maa ke peeche bedroom tak jaane ki. Main dining room mein hi baitha tha.
Tab se Rizwan yahan rehta hai, week mein 4 din hamare saath. Maa aur wo jaise horny couple, ek-doosre ko caress karte, pyar karte, din-raat sex aur sex ki baatein. Dono sex ke bhookhe jaanwar, Main jaise ghar mein hu ya nahi, Unhe koi farak nahi padta.