Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Jab din guzarte gaye humare chup ghar mein, main khud se poochta raha ki Maa ne Papa ko kyun dhokha diya, yeh sawal mujhe satata tha jab main usse apne phone pe muskurate dekhta, uska dil saaf taur par kahin aur tha, bhale hi Papa ne use sab kuch diya, apna pyar, khayal, 

ek ghar jo garmahat se bhara tha, lambi ghanton tak kaam karke uske liye sarees khareedi, aur chupke se uska haath pakadte, aankhein pyar se naram.Papa use chhote chhote tohfe se hairan karte, jaise pichhle saal Diwali pe woh chandi ki choodiyaan, aur hamesha uske din ke baare mein poochte, sabr se sunte, bhale hi woh mushkil se jawab deti.

Par Papa ke is pyar ke bawajood, woh Mukesh ki taraf mudi, uski Mukesh ke saath hansi zyada tez, aankhein zyada chamakti, uska jism usse aise diya gaya jo Papa ke bharose ko tode. 

Mujhe laga Maa buri insaan hai, uska dil Papa ke marne ki baat karne se thanda, uske Mukesh ke saath raaton ke shabd saboot the ki use sirf apna maza chahiye, us mard ke liye nahi jo humare liye zindagi banaya, na hi mere liye, uska beta, jo uska asli roop dekh chuka tha.

Usne hamesha wada kiya tha ki woh Papa se hamesha pyar karegi, par sab jhooth tha, ek bahut achha jhooth. Uska dhokha sirf uske jism mein nahi, balki uski rooh mein tha, ek ajnabi ko parivaar ke upar chunna, uski muskaan jhoothi jab woh Papa ko gale lagati, ghar ke mandir mein uski prarthna ab khali, 

uski napaki har us cheez ko daagdaar karti jo main kabhi uske baare mein pyar karta tha.Ek dopahar, Maa ke us shock wale siski ke chaar din baad jab maine suna ki Mukesh paas mein shift ho gaya, maine faisla kiya ki uske phone mein chhup ke dekhoonga, meri curiosity jal rahi thi unke plans aur us mysterious gift ke baare mein jo Mukesh baar baar maang raha tha, 

mera dil darr aur jaanne ki zaroorat ke mix se tezi se dhadak raha tha.Maa hamesha apna phone Papa aur mujhse chhupati, use cushion ke neeche rakhti ya saree mein sarka deti jab hum kamre mein aate, ungliyaan tezi se screen lock karti, aankhein nervous hokar idhar udhar dekhti. 

Usne haal hi mein phone ko password lock kiya tha, jo Papa ko hairan kiya, par unhone kuch shak nahi kiya, unka bharosa wala nature unhe muskurane aur kehne pe majboor karta, “Rekha, tu ab modern ho rahi hai!”Par mujhe pata tha yeh apne raaz chhupane ke liye tha, 

Mukesh ke saath gandi baatein, uski gunaahgar zindagi jo woh humse chhupati thi. “Maa, kya main tera phone use kar sakta hoon?” maine us din poocha taaki mujhe jawab mile, awaaz casual jab main kitchen table pe baitha, natak karta hua ki homework kar raha hoon, aankhein uspe jab woh sabziyaan kaat rahi thi.

“Math ke liye calculator chahiye, mera kaam nahi kar raha.” “Raj, tujhe mera phone chahiye?” Maa ne kaha, awaaz tez, haath ruk gaye, aankhein thodi chhoti hokar mujhe dekhti hui. “Thik hai, par messages ya photos mein mat jaana, samjha? Sirf calculator use karna, kuch aur nahi.”

“Main nahi jaoonga, Maa,” maine kaha, jaldi se haan mein sir hilata hua, dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab maine use ek message type karte dekha, hont thodi si muskaan ke saath, ungliyaan screen pe tezi se chali jab usne mujhe phone diya, uski saree sarsarati hui jab woh garden ki taraf chali gayi, mujhe akela chhod ke.

Main jaldi se apne kamre mein gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya, meri ungliyaan kaamp rahi thi jab maine WhatsApp khola, Mukesh ke saath uski chats tak scroll kiya, meri aankhein screen pe tezi se chali, saans ruk gayi jab romantic aur gandi messages ka sailaab aaya jo unki chhupi hui duniya dikhata tha.

Pehle kuch messages Mukesh ke the jo uske nange photos maang rahe the, WhatsApp mein bold shabd, “Rekha, woh sexy pics bhej, mujhe tere stan, teri chut chahiye, sab kuch dikha, meri randi.” Maa ne photos ke saath jawab diya, selfies jo ghar ke andar li gayi, shayad raat ko jab Papa so rahe the.

Uska jism aise dikhaya gaya jo mujhe shock kar gaya—uske bade stan nange, nipples sakht, ek photo mein taangein faili hui, chut geeli aur khuli, ek aur mein khadi hui ek taang uthaye hue.

   




Uski moti chut frame bhar rahi thi, uske poses besharam, ek haath uske stan ko dabata hua, doosra ungliyon se chut ko chhedta hua, chehra naughty muskaan se chamakta hua, bathroom ki tiles ya humare bedroom ka mirror background mein. 

Mera lund sakht ho gaya, ek garam josh mujhmein failta hua jab maine uska jism dekha, images mere dimag mein jal gaye, gunaah ka ehsaas badhta hua us maze ke saath jo mujhe mila, khud ko kosna ki main dekh raha hoon, 

Papa ko aur dhokha de raha hoon uske gunaah pe react karke.







Ek message mein Mukesh ne likha, “Rekha, tu mere gift ke pics bhool gayi, woh sexy gaand ke photos bhej, mujhe abhi chahiye.” Maa ne jawab diya, “Oh, Mukesh, tera matlab meri badi gaand? 

Yeh lo, maine yeh sirf tere liye liye, inhe secret rakho” aur photos attach kiye uski gaand ke, ek tight nightgown mein jhuki hui, kapda uske cheeks pe kasa hua, doosra panties neeche kheenche hue, gaand faili hui, curves poore aur chamakte hue. Mukesh ne jawab diya, “Rekha, main aaj raat us gift ka intezaar nahi kar sakta, yeh gaand meri hai,” aur Maa hasi, “Mukesh, main ise saaf karungi, perfect karungi,” jiske jawab mein usne kaha, 

“Mujhe ganda hi chahiye, randi, abhi chahiye,” aur Maa ne ek hansi wala emoji bheja, kehti hui, “Tu kitna bura hai, Mukesh, mujhe pasand hai.”




   

Mera erection dhadakta raha, images zyada thi, sharam badhti hui jab maine khud ko kosa ki Maa ke nange jism ko dekh raha hoon, jaanta hua ki woh sach mein randi hai, uske photos aur shabd saboot the ki woh Mukesh ki chahat ke liye jeeti thi, 

uska dil Papa ke pyar ke liye khali, uski napaki har pose mein saaf.“Mujhe tera lund bhej, Mukesh,” Maa ne ek aur message mein likha, shabd besharam, 

“Mujhe dekhna hai, mujhe geela kar.” Mukesh ne ek photo bheja uske sakht lund ka, mota aur nasdaar, aur Maa ne wapas likha,





Oh, Mukesh, yeh lund kitna perfect hai, itna bada, mujhe abhi isse meri chut mein chahiye oohhh, tu mujhe pagal karta hai.” Mujhe pata tha woh sach mein randi thi, uske shabd aur kaam dikhate the ki Papa ke liye koi izzat nahi, 

uski shaadi ek jhooth, uska jism Mukesh ko chhup ke diya gaya, uska pyar uske liye sab kuch Papa ke matlab ko badal deta tha, uska gunaah humare ghar ko daagdaar karta tha.

Main recent messages pe gaya, dil tezi se dhadakta hua jab maine Mukesh ko minnat karte padha, “Rekha, aaj raat mere ghar aa, mujhe teri zaroorat hai, main intezaar nahi kar sakta.” 

Maa ne jawab diya, “Mukesh, main nahi aa sakti, mera pati Arun mujhe bahar le jana chahta hai, mujhe uske saath jana hai.” Mukesh gussa hua, “Usse jaan de, Rekha, usse chhod, tu meri hai, mere paas aa,” par Maa ne disagree kiya,

“Main nahi kar sakti, Mukesh, use shak ho jayega, mujhe use khush rakhna hai.” Mukesh ne zor diya, “Rekha, tu meri hai, uski nahi, aaj raat aa, mujhe teri chut chahiye,” aur thodi aage peeche baat ke baad, Maa maan gayi, 

“Thik hai, Mukesh, main aaungi, par humein careful rehna hoga.” Usne add kiya,“Apne bete Raj ko bhi la, main use wahan chahta hoon, main use apna beta manta hoon,” aur Maa ne shikayat ki, “Nahi, Mukesh, use kuch galat pata chal sakta hai,” par Mukesh ne jawab diya, 

“Raj achha bacha hai, use shak nahi hoga, main chahta hoon woh family jaisa mehsoos kare.” Main khush tha ki Mukesh mujhe wahan chahta tha, meri curiosity jal rahi thi uska ghar dekhne ke liye, yeh jaanne ke liye ki Maa se woh gift kya chahta hai, mera dil unke plans ka pata lagane ke liye bechain, bhale hi iska matlab Papa ko aur dhokha dena tha.

Us shaam, Papa ghar aaye, chehra thaka hua par muskurata, humein dinner ke liye bahar le jane ka plan, awaaz garmahat aur excitement se bhari, par Maa pehle hi Mukesh ko chun rahi thi, uska faisla mujhe gussa dilata, Papa ke ehsaason ke liye uski lapaarwahi uski distracted aankhon mein saaf.

“Rekha, chalo aaj raat bahar chalte hain, hum teeno,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz ummeed se bhari, haath sofa ke armrest pe. “Bahut din ho gaye, ek achha restaurant, kya kehti ho?” “Oh, Arun, main aaj raat nahi ja sakti,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz jhoothi, muskaan zyada chamakti hui jab usne apni saree adjust ki.

“Meri dost Sangeeta ke ghar party hai, sirf auraton ki, maine usse wada kiya tha main jaungi.”“Party?” Papa ne kaha, awaaz shock se bhari, aankhein chhoti hui. “Rekha, tune pehle iska zikr nahi kiya, maine socha hum ek saath waqt bitayenge.” “Last minute ka plan bana, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, hansi zabardasti, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua. 

“Main kal tujhe make up karungi, wada hai, kal bahar jayenge, thik hai?” Papa ne aah bhari, chehra udaas, awaaz naram,“Thik hai, Rekha, ja maza kar, par zyada der mat karna.” Maa ne use chuma, hont tezi se uske honton pe, 

“Tu sabse best hai, Arun, main jaldi wapas aaungi,” par mujhe pata tha woh dard mein tha, uske kandhe jhuk gaye jab woh bedroom ki taraf chali gayi, uske kaam use udaas karne ke liye banaye gaye, uska dil Mukesh ke saath.Maa us shaam randi ki tarah taiyaar hui, bedroom mein jab Papa living room mein baitha tha, 

uski harkatein tezi aur jaan bujhkar, ek tight black blouse mein nikli jo uske bade stanon ko kaske pakadta tha, unhe bada dikhata tha, kapda kasa hua, unka shape saaf dikhata hua, uski blue aur light yellow saree neeche lapeti hui, kamar dikhati hui,kabhi kabhi kapda uski moti gaand ke cheeks ke beech chala jata, 

uske curves ko aur ubharta hua jab woh chalti thi, gaand har kadam ke saath hilti hui, saree uske jism se chipki hui, uski figure ko ek rani ki tarah outline karti hui, par Mukesh ke liye rani, Papa ke liye nahi, uski sundarta gunaahgar, uska irada apne lover ko khush karne ka saaf.





Papa ne use dekha, aankhein badi, awaaz hairani se bhari, “Rekha, tu aise kyun taiyaar hui? Tune kabhi itne tight kapde nahi pehne, yeh toh bahut revealing hai.” “Yeh bas ladkiyon ke liye hai, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, halke se hasti hui, haath hawa mein hilata hua. “Yeh ek fun party hai, main achhi dikhna chahti hoon, bas.” '
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“Par tu shaadi shuda hai, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram, aankhein uski aankhon ko talaash karti hui. “Tune pehle kabhi aise kapde nahi pehne, yeh dost ki party ke liye zyada hai.” 

“Oh, Arun, itna old-fashioned mat ban,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, aankhein uski nazar se bachti hui. “Bas female dost hain, sab aise hi kapde pehente hain, main thik hoon.” Papa ne haan mein sir hilaya, chehra dikhata hua ki woh uspar bharosa karta hai, par mujhe uske liye dukh hua, jaanta hua Maa ne jhooth bola, 

uske randi wale kapde Mukesh ke liye, uska hypocrisy saaf jab woh us mard se door hui jisse woh pehle pyar karti thi, uska dil thanda aur dhokhe se bhara.Mujhe dukh hua, dil bhari jab maine Maa ko hypocrisy wali, buri insaan bante dekha, jo Papa se jhooth bolti thi, woh mard jisse woh kabhi pyar karti thi, uski jhoothi muskaan aur chumban uske dhokhe ko chhupate hue, Mukesh ke liye uska pyar humare parivaar ki garmahat ko barbaad karta hua. 

Jab hum bus mein gaye, Maa apne phone pe dekhti rahi, Mukesh ke messages pe muskurati hui, phone mein siskiyaan beraham, “Mukesh, maine Arun ko bewakoof banaya, woh sochta hai main Sangeeta ke ghar hoon, kitna bewakoof hai,” uske Papa ke bharose ke baare mein shabd mujhe gehra kaat rahe the, 

saboot dete hue ki woh use manipulate kar rahi thi. Uski moti gaand bus mein dikkat paida karti thi, mard dekhte jab woh chalti, saree uske cheeks ke beech sarki, uske curves dhyaan kheenchte, log siskiyaan lete, uski maujoodgi bold aur besharam, Mukesh pe uska focus use paida kiye chaos se andha karta tha.

Bees minute baad, hum utre, aur Maa ne smoothly apni kahani badli, awaaz naram jab woh mujhe taraf mudi, “Raj, beta, hum Sangeeta ke ghar nahi ja rahe, hum Mukesh se milne ja rahe hain, woh humare liye kitna achha raha hai.”Mujhe pehle hi uske bure plans ka pata tha, dil bhari uske jhooth se, par maine haan mein sir hilaya,

 Mukesh ka ghar dekhna chahta tha, gift ke baare mein jaanna. “Kyun Mukesh, Maa?” maine poocha, awaaz curious, aankhein uspe jab woh apni saree adjust karti thi. “Maine socha yeh ladkiyon ki party hai.”“Bas ek jaldi ka visit hai, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, aankhein chhoti hui. 

“Mukesh achha dost hai, aur tujhe Papa ko nahi batana chahiye, thik hai? Yeh humara raaz hai.”“Mujhe Papa ko kyun nahi batana chahiye?” maine poocha, awaaz oonchi, gussa ubalta hua. “Kya chal raha hai, Maa?” “Tujhe himmat nahi karni chahiye usse batane ki, Raj!” Maa ne kaha, awaaz gusse se bhari, aankhein chamakti hui. “Mukesh khaas hai, woh mujhe khush karta hai, aur Papa ko jaanne ki zaroorat nahi, samjha?”

“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz dheemi, dil doobta hua, jaanta hua ki main abhi uska raaz rakhoonga, gift ke baare mein curiosity mere gusse se zyada thi. Hum Mukesh ke rented ghar pahunch gaye, ek chhota flat dim lights aur cozy sitting room ke saath, hawa mein masala aur paint ki khushboo.

Mukesh ne darwaza khola, muskaan badi, “Rekha, Raj, mere pasandida log! Andar aao, mere naye ghar mein swagat hai!” Usne Maa ko gale lagaya, uske hont tezi se chuma, sochta hua main nahi dekhunga, yeh maanta hua ki main bas ek bacha hoon, uska haath uski kamar pe.“Hey, Mukesh!” 

Maa ne kaha, awaaz khushnuma, haath uski baah pe. “Yeh jagah achhi hai, tu settle ho gaya?” “Haan, achha Jedi Raj!” Mukesh ne kaha, mere baal bikherta hua, awaaz garam. “Apna lightsaber taiyaar kiya? Baad mein Sith se ladenge!” “Haan, Mukesh,” maine kaha, muskaan zabardasti banata hua, 

dil unke chumban aur Papa ke dhokhe se gusse mein, andar jal raha tha.Jab hum sitting room mein baithe, Maa ne achanak pad diya, ek tez, jaan bujhkar awaaz, jaise PPPPPRRRRRR!!!, ek tez pad, jaise trumpet ka dhamaka, chup kamre mein goonjta hua, uska chehra naughty muskaan dikhata hua.

Mukesh hasa, awaaz gandi, “Rekha, tera gift mujhse baat kar raha hai, keh raha hai woh aaj raat ke liye taiyaar hai!” Main bhaun chadhaya, confused, aur poocha, “Mukesh, yeh gift kya hai?” Usne hansa, awaaz dheemi, “Oh, Raj, yeh bas hum bado ke beech ek khaas cheez hai, tu ek din samjhega.”

Mujhe pata tha woh chhupa raha tha, nahi chahta tha main jaanoo, aur Maa ka pad uske liye ahem laga, unke raaz wale, intimate connection ka ishara, meri curiosity aur badha.Jab Maa Mukesh ke kitchen mein biryani ke liye masale milati thi, uski saree sarkati hui uske curves dikhati, 

Mukesh aur maine Star Wars khela, imaginary lightsabers hilate hue, uska “Achha Jedi, Raj!” mujhe muskurane pe majboor karta bhale hi mera gussa tha. Maa ne tight red full saree pehni thi jo uske jism pe itni kasi hui thi.

Mujhe pata tha usne yeh dress Mukesh ko aur attract karne ke liye badli, maine dekha uski badi gaand har baar Mukesh ko chhed rahi thi.





Par maine gandi cheezein notice ki—uska haath Maa ki gaand ko chhuta jab woh paas se guzra, aankhein uske stanon pe rukti hui, uski siskiyaan use hansati hui, unke chhup ke chhune wale ishare saboot the ki unka affair yahan bhi zinda tha.Khana banane ke baad, 

Maa ne ek red dress pehni, tight aur seductive, kapda uske bade stanon ko kaske pakadta hua, unhe oopar uthata hua, uski moti gaand perfectly outlined, chalte waqt hilti hui, uska look bold aur gunaahgar, 

Mukesh ke liye banaya gaya.Khane ke baad, usne mujhe kaha, “Raj, guest room mein raho, humein disturb mat karna, thik hai?” awaaz mazboot, aankhein Mukesh pe. Maine haan mein sir hilaya, dil bhari, aur kamre mein chala gaya, neend mein doob gaya jab tak main raat ko nahi utha, ghar chup, meri curiosity jal rahi thi