**Rohan**
Bus ke andar andhera tha, sirf thodi si blue light. Bladder itna bhar gaya tha ki main hil nahi pa raha tha. Papa bahar side so rahe the, Maa window ke side. Main beech mein dabba hua.
“Maa… mujhe toilet jana hai,” maine dheere se kaha.
Papa ne aankh kholi. “Abhi bus nahi rukegi beta. Next halt subah 5 baje. Aur teen ghante hain.”
Main tadap gaya. “Bahut zor se lag raha hai. Ruk nahi paunga.”
**Maa**
Maine beta ki taraf dekha. Uski face tight thi, pair hil rahe the. Mujhe samajh aa gaya. Bag mein empty bottle thi.
“Bottle hai na bag mein? Usme kar le. Bahut log aise karte hain,” maine bola.
Papa ne grumble kiya, “Haan, kar le. Curtain khinch ke.”
**Rohan**
Maine curtain thoda khicha aur bottle nikali. Zip kholte hi bus jhatka maara. Jeans neeche phisal gayi aur mera lund bahar nikal aaya – pressure se half hard, tip pe already ek boond.
Papa ne dekh liya. Maa ki aankhen seedha uspe atak gayin. Main sharm se jal utha. “Sorry… control nahi hua.”
Bottle theek se pakad nahi pa raha tha. Bus hil rahi thi, haath kaamp rahe the. Kuch boondein sheet pe girne wali thin.
**Maa**
Maine dekha beta ki problem. Sheet gila ho gaya to pura berth badbu karega. Space itna kam tha ki woh khud theek se aim nahi kar pa raha.
“Idhar aa. Bottle theek se pakad. Main help karti hoon,” maine kaha.
Maine haath badhaya aur uske lund ko base se pakad liya. Garam tha, aur pressure se already thick. Maine angle theek kiya, bottle ke muh pe set kiya.
**Rohan**
Maa ke haath ka touch… apni hi maa ka haath mere lund pe. Main saans rok ke baitha. Stream shuru hua. Tez, lamba. Bottle bharne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Maa ka haath steady tha, bus ke jhatke ke saath angle badalti rahi. Uske anguthe ka pressure tip ke neeche feel ho raha tha. Mera lund uske haath mein aur tight hota ja raha tha.
**Maa**
Main feel kar rahi thi. Pehle se hi bada ho gaya hai. School ke time itna nahi tha. Ab pure haath mein bhar gaya hai. Stream nikal raha tha aur woh aur hard ho raha tha mere touch se.
“Itna tight hai…” maine dheere se kaha. “Pressure se. Aur abhi bhi nikal raha hai.”
**Papa**
Main dekh raha tha. Meri biwi ka haath mere bete ke lund pe. Usne angle theek kiya, stream ko bottle mein bheja. Main kuch nahi bola, bas dekhte raha.
“Dheere se pakad,” maine kaha, awaaz thodi bhaari. “Nahi toh aur tight ho jayega.”
**Maa**
Maine fingers thoda shift kiye. Ek baar upar-neeche slide ho gayi, jaise check kar rahi hoon kitna thick hai.
“Pehle se hi bada ho gaya hai. Jab school mein tha tab itna nahi tha,” maine kaha.
**Rohan**
Maa ke haath ne ek slow stroke diya. Meri hips khud hil gayin. Last thick stream bottle almost pure bhar diya. Phir bhi usne chhoda nahi. Tip pe ek clear boond hanging thi.
Maa ne anguthe se us boond ko dheere se wipe kiya.
“Ab soft nahi ho raha… kyunki haath lag raha hai,” usne kaha.
**Papa**
Maine bottle le li, cap laga diya aur side mein rakh diya. Maa ka haath abhi bhi beta ke lund pe tha. Main kuch nahi bola.
**Maa**
Maine aakhri baar pure length pe fingers trail kiye, phir chhod diya.
“Jeans upar kar le. Aur so ja. Subah tak koi nahi bolega is baare mein.”
**Rohan**
Maine jeans upar ki, haath kaamp rahe the. Hum teeno wapas let gaye – Papa bahar, main beech, Maa window side.
Andhere mein Maa ka haath thodi der ke liye meri thigh pe raha.
Usne itna dheere kaha ki sirf main sun saku, “Agla time bottle ke saath soft tissue bhi rakhna. Aur agar phir se itna tight ho… toh seedha bol dena.”
**Papa**
Mainne bhi low voice mein kaha, “Haan. Bol dena. Hum dono yahin hain.”
Bus chalti rahi. Us raat koi theek se so nahi paya.
Bus ke andar andhera tha, sirf thodi si blue light. Bladder itna bhar gaya tha ki main hil nahi pa raha tha. Papa bahar side so rahe the, Maa window ke side. Main beech mein dabba hua.
“Maa… mujhe toilet jana hai,” maine dheere se kaha.
Papa ne aankh kholi. “Abhi bus nahi rukegi beta. Next halt subah 5 baje. Aur teen ghante hain.”
Main tadap gaya. “Bahut zor se lag raha hai. Ruk nahi paunga.”
**Maa**
Maine beta ki taraf dekha. Uski face tight thi, pair hil rahe the. Mujhe samajh aa gaya. Bag mein empty bottle thi.
“Bottle hai na bag mein? Usme kar le. Bahut log aise karte hain,” maine bola.
Papa ne grumble kiya, “Haan, kar le. Curtain khinch ke.”
**Rohan**
Maine curtain thoda khicha aur bottle nikali. Zip kholte hi bus jhatka maara. Jeans neeche phisal gayi aur mera lund bahar nikal aaya – pressure se half hard, tip pe already ek boond.
Papa ne dekh liya. Maa ki aankhen seedha uspe atak gayin. Main sharm se jal utha. “Sorry… control nahi hua.”
Bottle theek se pakad nahi pa raha tha. Bus hil rahi thi, haath kaamp rahe the. Kuch boondein sheet pe girne wali thin.
**Maa**
Maine dekha beta ki problem. Sheet gila ho gaya to pura berth badbu karega. Space itna kam tha ki woh khud theek se aim nahi kar pa raha.
“Idhar aa. Bottle theek se pakad. Main help karti hoon,” maine kaha.
Maine haath badhaya aur uske lund ko base se pakad liya. Garam tha, aur pressure se already thick. Maine angle theek kiya, bottle ke muh pe set kiya.
**Rohan**
Maa ke haath ka touch… apni hi maa ka haath mere lund pe. Main saans rok ke baitha. Stream shuru hua. Tez, lamba. Bottle bharne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Maa ka haath steady tha, bus ke jhatke ke saath angle badalti rahi. Uske anguthe ka pressure tip ke neeche feel ho raha tha. Mera lund uske haath mein aur tight hota ja raha tha.
**Maa**
Main feel kar rahi thi. Pehle se hi bada ho gaya hai. School ke time itna nahi tha. Ab pure haath mein bhar gaya hai. Stream nikal raha tha aur woh aur hard ho raha tha mere touch se.
“Itna tight hai…” maine dheere se kaha. “Pressure se. Aur abhi bhi nikal raha hai.”
**Papa**
Main dekh raha tha. Meri biwi ka haath mere bete ke lund pe. Usne angle theek kiya, stream ko bottle mein bheja. Main kuch nahi bola, bas dekhte raha.
“Dheere se pakad,” maine kaha, awaaz thodi bhaari. “Nahi toh aur tight ho jayega.”
**Maa**
Maine fingers thoda shift kiye. Ek baar upar-neeche slide ho gayi, jaise check kar rahi hoon kitna thick hai.
“Pehle se hi bada ho gaya hai. Jab school mein tha tab itna nahi tha,” maine kaha.
**Rohan**
Maa ke haath ne ek slow stroke diya. Meri hips khud hil gayin. Last thick stream bottle almost pure bhar diya. Phir bhi usne chhoda nahi. Tip pe ek clear boond hanging thi.
Maa ne anguthe se us boond ko dheere se wipe kiya.
“Ab soft nahi ho raha… kyunki haath lag raha hai,” usne kaha.
**Papa**
Maine bottle le li, cap laga diya aur side mein rakh diya. Maa ka haath abhi bhi beta ke lund pe tha. Main kuch nahi bola.
**Maa**
Maine aakhri baar pure length pe fingers trail kiye, phir chhod diya.
“Jeans upar kar le. Aur so ja. Subah tak koi nahi bolega is baare mein.”
**Rohan**
Maine jeans upar ki, haath kaamp rahe the. Hum teeno wapas let gaye – Papa bahar, main beech, Maa window side.
Andhere mein Maa ka haath thodi der ke liye meri thigh pe raha.
Usne itna dheere kaha ki sirf main sun saku, “Agla time bottle ke saath soft tissue bhi rakhna. Aur agar phir se itna tight ho… toh seedha bol dena.”
**Papa**
Mainne bhi low voice mein kaha, “Haan. Bol dena. Hum dono yahin hain.”
Bus chalti rahi. Us raat koi theek se so nahi paya.
