To baat tab ki hai, jab main college mein tha. Main 21 saal ka tha, aur dekhne mein attractive tha, par slim tha. Meri mummy ek 50 saal ki gharelu aurat thi, par bahut hi sundar thi. Meri behan ghar se baahar hoti thi, aur papa bhi naukri karte the, to kaafi time ghar se baahar hi rehte hai.
To baat un dino ki hai jab college mein meri chuttiyan chal rahi thi, aur main mere 3 doston ke sath ghoomta rehta tha. Mere doston ka naam Vicky, Nishant aur Sorav tha. Hum chaaron hi bahut ache dost the, aur sab ek-doosre ke parivar walo ko bhi ache se jaante the. Fir ek din hum chaaron sath mein baithe the, to Vicky bola-
Vicky: Yaar bahut time se koi chut nahi mili yaar. Koi jugaad to karo. Badi talab lagi hui hai yaar.
Nishant: Jugaad kya, teri behan jo hai ghar mein. Usko hi bol de.
Aur hum sab hasne lage kyunki ye sab normal mazaak hi tha, aur aksar hamare beech aisa mazaak chalta rehta tha.
Vicky: Abe behan ko chodna to chaahta hu. Par wo bahut zyada tough task hai.
Sorav: Abe to hum teri behan ko patta lete hai. Ya teri mummy ko patta lete hai.
Vicky: To patta le behanchod, agar patta sakta hai to. Maine kab mana kiya tujhe?
Nishant: Bhai jo bhi ho. Hum sab mein se Sachin ki maa sabse khoobsurat aurat hai. Kyun, sahi kaha na?
Vicky: Haa yaar, Sachin yaar apni mummy ki chaddi to le aa. Kam se kam muth to maar lenge uski chaddi ko soongh kar.
Ye sun kar sab firse hasne lage.
Me: Abe mujhe bhi badi mushkil se milti hai mummy ki chaddi muth maarne ke liye yaar.
Vicky: Waah madarchod, apni maa ki chaddi mein muth maarta hai. Kitna lucky hai re tu, jo aisa karta hai.
Me: Abe to tum log bhi to apni-apni mummiyon ki chaddi mein muth maarte hi ho.
Sorav: Bhai par jo maza tujhe aata hoga, wo hame kaha aata hai. Yaar apni maa ki chut dila de.
Me: Abe main kaha se dilau tujhe chut? Mujhe khud mauka nahi milta kuch karne ka.
Vicky: Matlab tu apni maa ko chodna chaahta hai?
Me: Haa chodna to chaahta hu.
Vicky: Agar main tujhe teri mummy ki chut dilwau, to mujhe bhi chodne dega kya?
Me: Haa theek hai chodne doonga. Par fir mujhe teri behan ki chut chahiye.
Vicky: Abe tujhe jo karna hai wo kariyo. Par pakka mein teri maa ko chod sakta hu na?
Me: Haa-haa, kyun nahi. Par mujhe bhi chodna hai mummy ko, ye mat bhool.
Nishant: Sachin tujhe meri dono didi ki chut maarni hogi maar liyo. Par mujhe bhi chodni hai teri maa.
Sorav: Bhai meri mummy ki chut maar liyo, par please mujhe bhi chodna hai teri maa ko.
Me: Chalo theek hai. Sab sath mein chodenge. Par ye batao ye sab hoga kaise?
Vicky: Dekh main teri mummy ko pattaunga, aur chodunga. Fir sath mein tumhe bhi shamil kar doonga.
Me: Theek hai, par sabse pehle meri maa ki chut mein mera lund hi jayega
Vicky: Theek hai deal done.
Fir main ghar mein gaya, aur pata laga ki next week papa 4 din ke liye baahar jaa rahe the. To maine Vicky ko sab bata diya, aur usne sab plan ready kar diya.
Fir aakhir-kaar wo din aa hi gaya, jab hame wo mauka milna tha. Main ghar par ye bol kar baahar chala gaya ki mujhe ghoomne jana tha, aur shaam tak hi lautunga. Fir main baahar nikal gaya, aur Vicky mujhe raaste mein mil gaya.
Me: Bhai plan ready hai na? Meri maa ko patana itna asaan bhi nahi hai.
Vicky: Tu tension mat le. Auntiyon ko patane mein main maahir hu. Tu bas chup-chaap dekhta reh. Aur jab main ishara karu, tab aa jana.
Me: Ok, jaisa tu kahe.
Fir main chupke-chupke ghar mein khidki se gaya, aur tamasha dekhne laga. Vicky ne bell bajayi aur mummy ne darwaza khola.
Vicky: Namaste aunty.
Mom: Arre namaste Vicky beta. Sachin to abhi nikla hai bas ghar se. Tumhare sath nahi hai kya?
Vicky: Nahi aunty, wo doosre doston ke sath gaya hoga. Mujhe thoda kaam tha par.
Mom: Beta wo to shaam tak aayega. Tum andar aa jao. Chai pee kar jana.
Vicky: Acha chalo aunty. Ab aap keh rahe hai to.
Fir wo dono andar aa gaye, aur Vicky couch par baith kar chai ka wait kar raha tha. Thodi hi der mein mummy chai le kar aa gayi.
Vicky: Thank you aunty. Aapka kaam badha diya maine.
Mom: Arre nahi-nahi, aisa kuch nahi hai.
Vicky: Aunty waise ek baat bolu, aap bura nahi maaniyega.
Mom: Haa bol.
Vicky: Aunty aap bahut khoobsurat ho.
Mom (haste hue): Arre Vicky, main kyun bura maanungi? Thank you.
Vicky: Nahi wo aap mere dost ki mummy hai. Par mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki mera dost Sachin nahi aap hi ho. To isliye sorry.
Mom (firse haste hue): Arre Vicky. Ab to meri umar kaafi zyada hai. Par koi nahi. Main kaise tumari dost hui?
Vicky: Arre aunty, sach batau to aap Sachin ki mummy nahi chhoti behan lagti ho. Aur sach-much abhi bhi aap par kayi ladke fida honge.
Mummy ye sab sun kar chup ho gayi.
Vicky: Oh sorry. Main zyada hi bol gaya. Please mujhe maaf kar do. Par maine sab sach hi bola hai.
Mom: Koi baat nahi. It’s ok Vicky.
Vicky: Sahi batau to aapko aunty bolne ka mann bhi nahi karta. Aap to abhi 25 saal ki ladki lagte ho.
Mom: Arre bas-bas Vicky. Tum to aaj meri tareef par taaeef kiye jaa rahe ho. Kya ho gaya aaj tumhe?
Vicky: Ek request karu kya aunty?
Mom: Haa bolo.
Vicky: Mujhe bas aapki khoobsurti ko nazdeek se dekhna hai. Please aunty.
To be continued…