Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Main wapas bistar pe gaya, dobara masturbate kiya, gunaah mehsoos kar raha tha par ab jaanta tha kaise karna hai, mera jism us ehsaas ka addict ho gaya tha, jo Maa ke gande dhokhe se seekha.
 
Mera haath mere lund pe upar neeche chalta raha, pehle ke pani ki chipchipi garmi abhi bhi thi, maza ek manaa hua josh tha jo meri sharam se takrata tha.Maa ki cheekhein—“Aaaahhh, please ruk ja, nahi, nahi, please, yeh dard karta hai!”—mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, uski awaaz dard aur maze se kachi jab Mukesh usse chautha round chod raha tha. 

Maine do round miss kar diye, unki stamina se shock, unki hawas ruk nahi rahi thi.Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh kyun bol rahi thi ki dard ho raha hai, doosre dinon mein maine kabhi usse Mukesh ko aise cheekhte nahi suna, kya woh kuch alag kar raha tha?Uski cheekhein—“Yeh bahut dukhta hai!”—mujhe haunt kar rahi thi, Papa ke dhokhe ka saboot, phir bhi main apne aap ko sehlana nahi rok saka, gudgudi wali garmi zabardast thi, meri masoomiyat uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans ke bojh ke neeche toot rahi thi. 


Main thak ke so gaya, jism kamzor, dil gunaah aur moh ke beech phata hua.Teen din baad, maine Maa ko wahi nazar se kabhi nahi dekha. Woh aurat jo mujhe achhe manners sikhati thi, jo garam aloo parathe banati thi muskurate hue, ab ek ajnabi thi, ek buri aurat, uske Mukesh ke liye “ooohhh uuhhh” moans meri yaad mein jal gaye.

Uska chehra, jo pehle naram aur maa jaisa tha, ab ek gandi chamak liye tha, uski aankhein Mukesh ke paas hone pe chamakti thi. Ek hissa usse bura, ganda, ek randi maanta tha jisne Papa ke saath kiye wade tode aur ab usse dhokha de rahi thi. 

Usne khud ko Mukesh ki “randi” kaha tha, maana tha ki woh uske liye khud ko chhuti thi, aur usse apni chut ghanton tak chudne di, uski cheekhein hamare flat mein goonjti thi.Maa ka woh vyavhaar galat tha, Papa ne jo morals sikhaye—wafaadari, izzat, family sabse upar—ke khilaaf. 

Par ek hissa usmein achhai bhi dekhta tha Mukesh ke saath. Uski hansi ghar bhar deti thi, uske kadam halke, uski khushi uske birthday party ke fairy lights jaisi chamakti thi.Shayad woh Papa ke saath khush nahi thi, shayad Mukesh use woh deta tha jo Papa nahi de sakte. 

Yeh conflict mujhe kha raha tha, ek taraf chillati thi ki woh buri hai, doosri taraf phusphusaati thi ki woh ek khushi ke peeche bhaag rahi hai jo mujhe samajh nahi aati, jaise woh complex emotions jo maine Maa aur Mukesh ko ek doosre ko chodte dekhte hue mehsoos kiye.


Maine socha Papa ko batane ka, unka chehra tootne ka tasavvur kiya jab main bolta, “Maa tumhe dhokha de rahi hai aur Mukesh ko chod rahi hai.” Par main yeh nahi kar saka.Papa ka bharosa toot jata, unka dil toot jata, aur main unhe dard nahi dena chahta tha. 

Aur, Maa ki khushi mujhe confuse karti thi—uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans, uski chamakti muskaan, saboot the ki woh Mukesh ke saath khil rahi thi.Papa ko batane se yeh sab khatam ho jata, aur mujhe nahi pata tha ki main uski khushi cheenna chahta hoon, bhale hi yeh galat tha. 

Woh Papa ke saath aisa kyun kar rahi thi? Woh der tak kaam karta tha, humare liye deta tha, chupke se usse pyar karta tha.Kya woh boring tha, jaise usne kaha? Kya usne kabhi usse Mukesh jaisa nahi choda, kabhi aise cheekhne nahi diya? Mujhe sex ka nahi pata tha, par uski masti bhari cheekhein batati thi ki Mukesh use achha maza de raha tha.


Yeh soch dard deti thi—Papa isse behtar deserve karte the, par Maa ka chamakta chehra, uski befikr hansi, mujhe sochne pe majboor kiya ki shayad woh bas insaan hai, usse woh josh chahiye jo main samajh nahi sakta.Agle dino mein, Mukesh har raat hamare flat pe tha, Maa ko aise chodta tha jaise yeh uska mission ho. Unki moan—“Aaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur zor se!”—deewaron se aati thi, bistar rhythm mein charkhata tha, bistar ek drum ki tarah bajta tha.

Kabhi kabhi, unhone bedroom ka darwaza khula chhoda, soch ke main bacha hoon jo samajh nahi sakta. Unke paseene ki musky khushboo hall mein thi, unke grunts aur uske “ooohhh uuhhh” cheekhein saaf thi. Maine nahi dekha, Papa ke sikhaye morals pe chipka—buri cheezon se door rehna.


Papa ne mujhe sikhaya tha ki achha bano, gunaah se door raho, aur Maa ke dhokhe ko dekhna unhe bhi dhokha dena lagta tha. Par main achhai dekhne laga—Mukesh usse khana banate hue gane ke liye kehta tha, uski kamar Bollywood heroine jaisi hilti thi, chehra khushi se chamakta tha.

Shayad yeh sab galat nahi tha, shayad usse yeh khushi deserve thi. Phir bhi, main unhe ek doosre ko chodte dekhne se bacha, mere morals curiosity se lad rahe the, uski moan ki awaaz mujhe tempt karti thi.Maa ka jism badal gaya, saaf dikhta tha. Uske stan bade ho gaye, blouse ke khilaaf dabte hue, kapda tight, jab woh jhukti thi to cleavage bahar aati thi.



 


Uski gaand bhi badi ho gayi, gol aur poori, jab woh chalti thi to hipnotize karti hui hilti thi, saree uspe chipki, curves bold aur besharam. Mujhe nahi pata tha kyun—shayad Mukesh ka baar baar chhuna, uske haath hamesha uske goosht ko dabate hue, iska kuch karan tha, ya shayad uski khushi bahar nikli, uske jism ko reshape kiya.


Woh itni khush lagti thi, purane Hindi gaane gungunati, Mukesh pe muskurati jaise woh uska sooraj ho. Mere saamne, usmein koi sharam nahi thi, dining table pe uske honton pe kiss karti, kitchen mein uski badi gaand ko dabane deti, jab woh uske kaan mein gandi baatein bolta to hansi. 


Main nahi dekhta tha, darta tha ki woh chillayegi, “Raj, ghoorna band kar!” jaise usne ek baar kaha tha jab maine unhe sofa pe cuddling karte dekha, uski saree khisak ke uski jangh dikhayi thi. Usse nahi lagta tha ki woh buri hai, aisa behave karti thi jaise Mukesh se pyar pavitra ho, ganda nahi.

Uski confidence unshakable thi—woh aise chalti thi jaise sharam se azaad ho, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans saboot the ki usne is zindagi ko apna liya tha, us Maa se alag jo maine jaani thi.Ek shaam, maine Papa ke baare mein poocha, awaaz chhoti jab hum dining table pe baithe, curry ke saamne steam nikal rahi thi. 


“Maa, Papa kab wapas aayenge?” maine kaha, chawal chhedte hue.Woh muskurayi, awaaz garam par sakht, uski neeli bindi roshni mein chamakti. “Oh, Raj, mera pyara beta, ab iski chinta mat kar. 

Mukesh yahan humare saath hai, sab kuch sambhal raha hai, na?”“Par… Papa kab aayenge?” maine dabaya, dil doobta hua. “Raj, beta, Papa ke baare mein baat mat kar,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi sakht, aankhein thodi tang. “Mukesh humein itna khush kar raha hai. 

Tujhe woh pasand hai, na? Woh humare liye ek trip plan kar raha hai—ek maza ka adventure, hum teeno ke liye!”Uska jawab saaf tha: woh Papa ko bahar kar rahi thi, Mukesh se replace kar rahi thi. Yeh dard kiya, jaise woh us aadmi ko mita rahi thi jisne mujhe cycle chalana sikhaya, par uski trip ki excitement ne mood badal diya.“Trip?” maine poocha, aankhein badi. 

Mujhe trips pasand the—nayi jagah, jaise Mukesh aur mere imaginary lightsabers ke adventures.“Haan, beta!” woh chamki, paas jhukte hue, saree khisak ke uska collarbone dikha. “Mukesh humein Goa ke ek sundar resort pe le ja raha hai. 

Beaches, pools, aur bahut maza! Tujhe pasand aayega, Raj. Hum swim karenge, yummy khana khayenge, aur saath explore karenge.”“Wow, Goa!” maine kaha, dil tezi se dhadka. “Wahan water slides honge? Hum sandcastles bana sakte hain?” “Bilkul, mera pyara beta,” woh hansi, mere baal sehlaate hue, chudiyan khanakti hui. “Mukesh ne ek aisi jagah chuni jismein sab kuch hai jo tujhe pasand hai—slides, pools, aur ek kids’ club bhi. Woh kitna thoughtful hai, yeh sab tere liye bhi plan kiya.” 

“Yeh kitna exciting hai, Maa!” maine muskurate hue kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Hum kab ja rahe hain?” “Agla hafta, beta,” usne kaha, aankhein chamakti hui. “Mukesh sab kuch arrange kar raha hai. Woh kitna achha aadmi hai, na? Hamesha humara khayal rakhta hai.” “Main wait nahi kar sakta!” maine kaha, kursi pe uchalte hue. “Yeh awesome hoga!”

“Mujhe pata tha tujhe excitement hoga,” woh muskurayi, awaaz naram. “Mukesh chahta hai humein best time mile. Woh ab hamara family jaisa hai, Raj, hamari zindagi ko itna special bana raha hai.”

Trip ne mujhe excite kiya, mera dimag Goa ke beaches aur Mukesh ke Jedi games ke tasavvur se bhar gaya. Par isne Maa ke baare mein meri soch nahi badli—woh ab bhi ganda thi, Papa ke saath dhokha karti hui Mukesh ke saath.

Uski koshish Papa ko bhulane ki saaf thi, Mukesh ki taareef—“Woh humare liye itna achha hai, beta,” ya “Dekh hum uske saath kitne khush hain”—jaise Papa ko replace karne ka campaign. Iska mujhe gussa aaya, yeh confirm karta tha ki uske kaam galat the, bhale hi uski hansi flat ko music se bhar deti thi.

Mukesh aur main paas aaye, bhale hi woh Maa ko chodta tha. Hum living room mein Jedi games khelte, imaginary lightsabers hilate, woh hasta, “Raj, tu ek achha Jedi hai, mere jaisa!” Uski muskaan garam thi, awaaz meharban, jaise pehle khelte the jab mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh meri Maa ko randi ki tarah chodta tha.

Mujhe woh pasand tha—woh mazboot, maza karne wala, mujhe dost ki tarah treat karta, cricket ball phenkta ya mere baal sehlaata. Par main uska lund Maa ki chut mein nahi bhool sakta tha, uske “aaahhh uuhhh” moans jab woh usse chodta tha, bistar raat bhar charkhata tha.Yeh ajeeb mix tha—use pasand karna aur uske Papa ki shaadi ke dhokhe se nafrat karna, mera dil dosti aur gusse ke beech phata hua. 

Trip ka hafta aa gaya, aur hum Goa ke ek resort mein pahunche, palm trees, turquoise pools, aur golden beaches ka paradise.Hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo thi, laheron ki awaaz bachchon ki hansi se milti hui. Maa ne ek stunning neeli saree pehni, silk uske curves pe chipki, stan poore aur bhari, blouse ke khilaaf dabte, neckline neechay, gehri cleavage dikhaati.


Uski badi gaand bahar nikli, saree tight, pantyline dikhati hui, goosht jab woh chalti thi to hilta, bold aur besharam. Woh Bollywood star jaisi dikhti thi, bindi chamakti, hont laal lipstick se, baal lehrate hue.






Maine socha Mukesh lucky tha, uske jism ka maza le raha tha—uske lush stan, gol gaand. Resort mein, woh couple ki tarah behave karte, haath pakde, phusphusate, chhupke se kiss karte jab unhe lagta tha main nahi dekh raha.