Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Bedroom mein paseena aur sex ki badboo thi, Maa ki siskiyaan abhi bhi mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi jab Mukesh bistar par gir pada, haanfta hua, uska seena paseene se geela, uska veerya uski gand se zameen par tapak raha tha. Meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri apni uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha, Maa ke vishwasghat aur aane wale talaak ke thrill ne mujhe hadd par dhakel diya. 

Papa ke bhaari kadmon ki awaaz baithak ki or dheemi ho gayi thi, unka gussa saaf tha jab unhone Maa ke kamzor porn bahane ko khareeda, use safai karne aur baat karne ka hukm diya. Mukesh khada hua, Maa ke peechhe gaya, uske honth uski gardan ko chhoo rahe the, use gehre chumte hue, unke jism chamak rahe the. Main shock mein tha—Maa ne use dhakela nahi, uske hath uske sar ko pakde hue, use wapas chuma, uske honth bhukhe the haalanki usne apni shaadi ko lagbhag tod diya tha. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, vishwas aur uttejna ka mishran, uska Papa ke itne nazdeek hone par Mukesh ke samne haar jana meri bighdi hui thrill ko badha raha tha.


Mukesh peechhe hata, uski muskurahat gandi thi, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaanbujhkar, apne agle demand mein dheere se badalta hua. “Rekha, tum abhi bhi mera veerya tapka rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski aankhein nishthur irade se chamak rahi thi. “Neeche baitho, pyar. Use bahar dhakelo, yahin girne do.”
Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska jism sakht ho gaya, lekin usne sar hilaya, uska irada patla pad gaya. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, darwaze ki or ghabrahat se dekhte hue jahan Papa ki maujoodgi ek chhaya ki tarah thi. “Lekin please, isse jaldi karo. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main use koi shak nahi hone de sakti.”


Woh muskuraya, nazdeek aata hua, uski awaaz naram hui taaki use apni or kheenche. “Jaldi kaafi nahi hai, Rekha. Mere paas kuch behtar hai,” usne kaha, asar ke liye rukte hue. “Ek tarika jo dikhaye ki tumhara yeh anmol parivaar hamare is rishte ke saamne kitna chhota hai.”

Maa ka chehra bighad gaya, uljhan uske chehre par thi jab woh neeche baithi, uska mota pichhwada neeche hua, uski gand Mukesh ke bereham chudai se geeli aur dheeli thi. Kaali chaddi uski jaanghon ke gird latak rahi thi, uski bra mushkil se uske ubharte stann ko sambhal rahi thi. “Tum kya baat kar rahe ho, Mukesh?” usne poocha, uski awaaz bechaini se teekhi, uske hath apne ghutnon ko pakad kar balance ke liye. 

“Mere parivaar ke bare mein yeh kya hai ab?”
Mukesh ki muskurahat aur chawdi ho gayi, uske harkat jaanbujhkar thi jab woh bedside table ki or gaya, hamara parivaarik photo uthaya—main, Maa, aur Papa pichhle saal ke tyohaar par muskurate hue, saste lakdi ke frame mein. Mera pet ulat gaya, mera hath mere ling par jam gaya, jab woh neeche baitha aur photo ko zameen par rakha, seedhe uski tapakti gand ke neeche, bilkul sahi jagah par. “Yeh, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Mera veerya inke chehron par dhakelo. Apne pati aur bete ko dikhao ki woh tumhare liye kuch nahi hain.”


Maa ne saans li, uski aankhein photo ki or jhapki, uski awaaz darr se kaanp rahi thi. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh kya bakwas hai?” usne poocha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, uska jism abhi bhi neeche baitha hua. “Yeh hamara parivaar hai—Anil, Raj. Main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yeh bahut zyada hai, tumhare liye bhi.”
Mukesh ki aankhein tang hui, uski awaaz sakht ho gayi jab woh darwaze ki or badha, uska hath knob par tha. “Bahut zyada? Tumne mujhe uske bistar par choda hai, uske bahar hote hue mera naam siskiyon mein liya hai,” usne kaha, uske shabd gehre chot dete hue. “Karo, Rekha, warna main yeh darwaza khol dunga aur Anil ko sab kuch bata dunga—tumne mere ling ke liye kaise bheek mangi, tum ab meri randi ho.”


Maa ke hath kaanp rahe the, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab Papa ki awaaz baithak se phir goonji. “Rekha, jaldi aao! Main intezar kar raha hoon!” Uski aankhein darwaze ki or, phir Mukesh ki or, uska irada uski dhamki ke neeche toot raha tha. “Main unke saath aisa nahi kar sakti,” usne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati, aur Raj, mera beta. Yeh apmaan se bhi aage hai, Mukesh. Yeh nishthur hai.”


“Nishthur?” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi, anbujh, use aur dabate hue. “Tum pehle hi wahan ho, Rekha. Tumne aaj har hadd paar ki hai. Use bahar dhakelo, warna Anil aaj raat woh video dekhega, aur tumhara parivaar khatam.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uska chehra toot gaya jab Papa ki awaaz aur oonchi, aur zid wali ho gayi. “Rekha, kyun itna time laga rahi ho?” Uski nazar neeche giri, uski awaaz mushkil se sunayi di. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne fusfusaaya, uski haar saaf thi. “Main karungi, lekin tum iske liye ek rakshas ho.”
“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uske bagal mein baithte hue, uski awaaz nishthur taane se bhari. “Ab dhakelo, Rekha. Inke chehron par tapkao, dikhao ki tum ab unki nahi ho.”


Maa ne sar ghumaya, hamare muskurate chehron ko photo mein dekhne mein asamarth, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne jor lagaya. Uski gand kaanpi, phir khuli, ek mota safed, creamy veerya ka dhaara bahar nikla, photo par tapak gaya, hamare chehron par—mere, Papa ke, uske. Veerya mota, apaar-darshak, chipchipa tha, glass par jama ho raha tha, hamari muskurahaton ko ek ghatiya gandagi mein badal raha tha. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi aur gandi. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh dekho. Tumhara parivaar ab bas ek veerya se dagha hua kapda hai. Perfect.”


“Tum ek ghatiya harami ho,” Maa ne teekhe gusse aur sharam se kaha, khadi hoti hui jab woh khatam hui, uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, uski aankhein kharab photo se hat gayi. “Tum bimaar ho, Mukesh, mujhe unke saath yeh karne ko majboor karke.”


“Badhai ho, pyar,” usne muskurate hue kaha, uske teekhe shabdon ko nazarandaaz karte hue. “Tumne kiya. Inhe achha mark kiya, na?”
“Tum gande ho,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, zehreeli, photo se door hatati hui, uska chehra sharam se laal. “Mujhe tumse nafrat hai iske liye, Mukesh. Tumne meri har cheez barbaad kar di.”


Mukesh ka chehra naram hua, lekin uski awaaz taane wali rahi, ek naye angle mein badalti hui. “Tum soch se zyada mazboot ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz lagbhag naram. “Tum yeh unhe bachane ke liye kar rahi ho, na? Lekin dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sahi lagta hai—mere saath hona, sab chhod dena. Warna tum baar baar kyun wapas aati ho?”


Maa ki aankhein dard se chamki, uski awaaz kaanpti hui jab usne jawab diya. “Main tumhare paas wapas nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uske shabd jaanbujhkar, uske manipulation se ladte hue. “Main yahan hoon kyunki tum dhamki dete ho, Mukesh. Main apne parivaar ko jodkar rakhne ke liye lad rahi hoon, chahe yeh mujhe andar se maar de.”


“Maar de?” usne kaha, nazdeek aate hue, uski ungliyaan uske baazu ko chhoo rahi thi. “Tum mere saath jeevit ho, Rekha. Anil ke saath us boring shaadi mein bandhan mein rehne se zyada. Tum apni aag us par waste kar rahi ho.”


“Bas karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz toot rahi thi, peechhe hatati hui. “Main Anil se pyar karti hoon, mera pati. Main yeh uski raksha ke liye kar rahi hoon, kyunki main tumhe chahti hoon aisa nahi. Ise galat mat karo.”


Mukesh khada hua, uska ling abhi bhi adha sakht, uski awaaz ek naye demand mein badli. “Baat khatam, Rekha. Mera ling phir se chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram lekin hukm wali. “Kuch achha kaho, jaise tumhe yeh pasand hai, jaise yeh tumne kabhi bhi sabse behtar hai.”


Maa ka chehra ghin se bighad gaya, uski aankhein uske ling par, jo uski gand se geela aur musky tha. “Koi chance nahi, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, peechhe hatati hui. “Yeh abhi meri gand mein tha. Yeh ganda hai, main ise apne muh mein nahi daalungi.”


“Chalo na, pyar,” usne kaha, uski awaaz manane wali, uske zid mein dheere se badalta hua. “Tumne aaj isse bhi bura kiya hai, na? Ise saaf chooso, mujhe kaho yeh perfect hai. Mere liye meetha karo.”
“Main yeh nahi karungi,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi hoti hui, darwaze ki or dekhte hue jahan Papa ki awaaz phir goonji, “Rekha, jaldi karo!” “Anil wahan hi hai, Mukesh,” usne aage kaha, uski awaaz bechain. “Aur yeh ganda hai uske wahan hone ke baad. Main itna neeche nahi giroongi.”


“Tum pehle hi gir chuki ho,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz teekhi, uske baazu ko naram lekin mazbooti se pakadte hue. “Chooso, Rekha, warna main Anil ko bulaunga is photo ko dekhne, tumhari gand uske chehre par tapakti hui. Tum yeh chahti ho?”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, uski awaaz ek siskari. “Tum ek rakshas ho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, lekin woh neeche baithi, uske hath kaanp rahe the, uska chehra ghin se bighda hua. “Thik hai, tum phir jeet gaye.”


“Wahi meri ladki,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz jeet bhari, uske baalon ko sehlate hue. “Achha kaam, Rekha. Ab shuru karo.”
Main dekhta raha, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, jab Maa ka chehra sikud gaya, uski naak uske ling ke dekhne se ghin se sikud gayi, gand ke baad ka musky badboo uspar ek lehar ki tarah aaya. 


Uski ghin saaf thi, uski aankhein uski gand se kuch chakhne ke vichar se tang hui, uska chehra hygiene ke darr se chidha hua. Usne uske ling ko dhyan se pakda, uski ungliyaan mushkil se geele base ko chhoo rahi thi, baaki cheezon se bachti hui, uska dhyan Papa ke nazdeek hone aur sankraman ke khatre se tha. “Iska badboo ganda hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, gusse wali. 


“Tum mujhe yeh kaise karne ko majboor kar sakte ho? Yeh ghinona hai.”
“Yeh tum jaisa hi toh badboo deta hai, na?” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane wali. “Samay waste mat karo, Rekha. Anil intezar kar raha hai, aur main abhi tumhara muh mujh par chahta hoon.”


“Woh wahan hi hai,” usne siskari maari, uski aankhein darwaze ki or, Papa ki awaaz dheemi goonjti hui. “Yeh pagalpan hai, Mukesh. Tum mujhe meri hadd se aage dhakel rahe ho.”
“Bas chooso,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot lekin naram, use aage badhne ke liye uksate hue. “Rukne ka waqt nahi. Mujhe dikhao tum is video ko chhupane ke layak ho.”


Main intezar kar raha tha, mera hath mere ling par, curious ki kya woh sach mein uski gand se taaza ling ka swaad legi, ummeed thi ki woh ugle ya peechhe hategi. Maa aage jhuki, uski jeebh tip ko chhoo gayi, uska chehra kadwe, musky, gand ke baad ke swaad se bighad gaya, uski aankhein pani se bhar gayi, uske honth ghin se kas gaye. Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uski awaaz protsahit karti hui, use aage badhaya. “Wahi hai, pyar, chalo aage badho. Chakh lo hum dono ek saath kitne achhe hain, tum aur main.”


Maa ne uski or dekha, uska chehra ghin aur haar ka mishran, ganda swaad uski teori wali bhaween aur band jabde mein saaf. Dheere se, usne uska ling aur gehra liya, uske honth uske gird lapet gaye, adha rasta, phir poora, uska muh khinch gaya, geele chusne ki awaazein khamosh kamre mein tez thi. Main shock mein tha—woh iska swaad le rahi thi, uski jeebh gandagi ke bawajood kaam kar rahi thi, uska pehla inkaar dheema pad gaya. 


Maine socha tha woh thook degi ya ruk jayegi, lekin uski tezi se chusne, uska sar aage peechhe harkat, yeh dikhaya ki woh swaad bhool chuki thi, Papa ke aur shak karne se pehle use khatam karne ki bechaini se chal rahi thi. Uski utsukta, uske honth uske shaft ke gird kas rahe the, mujhe laga woh yeh chahti thi, uski chhupi ichchhaein uski ghin ko daba rahi thi. Mukesh ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uski tezi se uski ummeed se zyada, uski haar uske plan se zyada gehri thi.


Maa ka hamare parivaar ke prati apmaan poora tha, veerya se bhiga photo ek ghinona saboot, hamare chehron ko Mukesh ke uski gand se veerya se dagh raha tha. Agar Papa ko pata chalta, woh turant talaak de dete, yeh apmaan hamare parivaar ko tod deta, uske pavitrata mein unka bharosa khatam ho jata. Usne har hadd paar ki thi—hamare photo par veerya tapkaya, uski gand se ling choosa, Papa ke paas hote hue Mukesh ko chuma. Woh ab pavitra nahi thi, uske kaam use napasand banate the. Woh wapas us maa nahi ban sakti thi jo khana banati thi ya woh patni jo Papa ko goodnight kiss karti thi, uski nafs aur dhoka itna gehra tha ki mita nahi sakta tha.



Mukesh ki awaaz naram hui, lekin uska irada nishthur raha, ek naye demand mein badalta hua. “Khadi ho, Rekha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz hukm wali lekin shaant. Maa khadi hui, uski aankhein uski aankhon se mili, khaali aur khamosh, uski sharam uske gande kaamon ke baad use chup kar diya. Usne uske baal sehlaya, uske honthon ko naram se chuma, aur woh hili nahi, apne patan ke samne haar maan chuki thi. “Ab jaao apne pati ko muh par chumo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz buraai se bhari. “Use mujhe tum par chakhne do, pyar.”


Maa ki aankhein jhapki, lekin usne sar hilaya, uski awaaz dheemi, haari hui. “Thik hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, koi ladai nahi bachi, uske kaam itne aage badh chuke the ki virodh na kar saki. “Main karungi.”
“Achha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz savdhani mein badli, apni suraksha ke liye. “Lekin mujhe chhupao, Rekha. Anil ko mujhe dekhne mat do. Yahan raho, yakeen dilao ki woh tumhari kahani khareed le.”



“Main karungi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, darwaze ki or dekhte hue. “Hilna mat, Mukesh, ya bahar mat aana. Main use dhoka doongi, use lagta hai yeh bas main hoon. Chup raho.”
“Chatur aurat,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz uske dhoke ki taareef karti hui, ek naye taane mein badalta hua. “Tum ismein bahut achhi ho, Rekha. Anil ko jhooth bolna, use andhere mein rakhna. Woh ekdum bevakoof hai, der tak kaam karta hai, anjaan ki tumhe kya chahiye. Tum aise aadmi ke saath nahi reh sakti.”


Maa ruk gayi, uska chehra sakht hua, uske shabd ek nerve par lage. “Aisa mat kaho, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi lekin jaanbujhkar. “Main yeh apni shaadi bachane ke liye kar rahi hoon, Anil aur Raj ko surakshit rakhne ke liye. Tumhe pichhle darwaze se nikalna hoga. Mere liye jo main lad rahi hoon use barbaad mat karo.”


“Main jaunga,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin yeh pehle hi khatam hai, Rekha. Tumne uska vishwasghat kiya—uske chehre par veerya tapkaya, meri gand ke baad mera ling choosa. Tumhari shaadi khatam hai, aur dil ke andar, tumhe pata hai yeh sach hai.”
Maa ki aankhein gusse se bhadak uthi, lekin usne jawab nahi diya, uske shabdon ka sach gehre chot karta tha. Jab woh darwaze ki or badhi, ek tez, geeli padki goonji, awaaz teekhi aur goonjti hui, uski dheeli gand Mukesh ke kathor chudai se bandh nahi rakh saki. Mukesh hasa, uski awaaz dheemi lekin khush. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh kya padki thi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz khel wali. 


“Tumhari gand ab itni dheeli hai, kuch bhi bandh nahi rakh sakti, na?”
Maa ka chehra laal ho gaya, lekin usne ek anichchhuk hansi chhodi, uski sharam us pal ke bewaqoofi se mil gayi. “Itna zor se mat haso, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz jaldi lekin thodi mazaak wali. “Anil sun lega. Yeh tumhari galti hai—tumhare is kharab ling ne meri gand ko itna khol diya, main ab isse control nahi kar sakti.”


“Yeh taareef hai, pyar,” Mukesh ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz taane ke saath garam. “Ek dheeli, tapakti gand, aisi padki—tum perfect ho, Rekha.” Woh dono hasne lage, awaaz dheemi lekin bevakufi bhari, ek gahri mazaak ka pal.
Main bhi hasa, almari mein chhupa hua, mera ling abhi bhi bahar, vishwas nahi ho raha tha—Maa uske saath has rahi thi jab Papa baithak mein baithe the, anjaan. 


Uski gand, uske veerya se tapakti hui, ek gandagi thi, Mukesh ke chudai se barbaad, us pavitra maa se bilkul alag jo main janta tha. “Pichhle darwaze se bahar jao, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, nikalne ke liye badhti hui. “Anil ko tumhe dekhne mat do. Main serious hoon—meri shaadi barbaad mat karo.”


“Main nikal jaunga,” Mukesh ne kaha, sar hilate hue, uski awaaz vishwas se bhari. “Lekin tumhe pata hai yeh khatam hai, Rekha. Tum uske liye ab bahut aage badh chuki ho.” Maa ne ghoora, uske sach par uska gussa kacha tha, lekin woh mudi, uska mota pichhwada hilta hua jab woh chali, uske gaal uski dheeli, veerya se bhigi hui halat se kaanp rahe the. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, Mukesh ko andar chhodkar, aur main chhupa raha, shock mein ki woh uske saath hasi, use chuma, aur ab Papa ka saamna kar rahi thi, uska vishwasghat poora tha