Maa or papa ka hamesha jhada hota hai. Bas kisi tarah se gaadi chali hi rahi thi. Mei eklota tha unka beta. Mujhe baad me pata chala, ki mei apne baap ki aulad hi nahi hu. God liya tha unhone mujhe. Papa to ekdam fus the. Pahle to maa chup rahi, lekin phir jab unko mouka milta. to wo bahar muh maar kar apni chut ki thark ko shaant karwa leti thi. Maa ke bahar muh maar ne ki baat jab papa ko pata chali, to wo ghuss hye, to maa ne unko dhamki de di, lekin agar unhone kuch bola. To wo sab ko bata degi, ki papa na-mard hai. Ek aadmi ko sab kuch gawara hai, lekin na- mard kahalwana na-gawara hota hai.
Papa chup rahte the isliye. Hum logo ke padose me ek naye uncle aaye the transfer par. Akele aaye the wo. Family nahi laaye the. Maa or wo kabhi lift me ya balcony me takra jaate, to dua – salam hone lagi thi. Phir wo baat ghar aane – jaane tak pahuch gayi. Maa unko hamesha khasa jaane wali bhuki najro se dekhti thi. Wo shayad thaad gaye the, is baat ko. Phir to unhone kya mast maja liya, Maa ko pata kar.
Unhone jis papa nahi the, maa ko seduce kar diya apni garama-garam baato se or phir maa ne apne aap ko khol diya un ke samne or un uncle ne apne bade lund se maa ki kumuk chudai kar ke apne lund or maa ki chut ke sex ke sukhe ko khatam kiya.
