Adultery Khoobsurat Mummy Aur Uncle Bobby Ki SUHAAGRAAT

[MAINH00NKAUN]

Meri pichli birthday par jo binocular mila tha, woh mere haath mein tha. Woh binocular meri birthday ka sabse bada tohfa tha, par mujhe kya pata tha ki woh ek raaz ka darwaza ban jayega. Raat ke sannate mein, main khidki par tha, aur meri nazar uss kamre ki taraf thi jahan Uncle Bobby rehte the.

Maine durbeen aankhon se lagayi aur focus set kiya. Pehli baar mein, sab kuch andhera aur khaali tha. Mujhe laga shayad Uncle so gaye hain, ya kamre mein light off hai. Par mera dil keh raha tha ki ek baar aur koshish kar.

Main halke se lens ghumaaya, angle adjust kiya, aur tabhi, ek halki si roshni aur ek saaya mere vision mein aaya. Main kanpte hue haathon se uss nishan ko follow kiya...

Aur finally, maine woh manzar dekha.

Uncle Bobby, wohi muskurane waale chehre waale Uncle, ek sofa par baithe the. Unke chehre par is baar koi muskaan nahi thi, balki kuch aur hi tha. Aur yeh kya! Unke dono ghutno ke bilkul beech mein koi shakhs jhuka hua ya baitha hua tha.

Maine saans rok li. Zoom kiya, aur jis cheez ko maine saaf dekha, usne mere pet mein ghin aur mere dil mein dehshat bhar di. Woh pehchaan... woh daraawani sachchai... aaj bhi mere zehn mein ek kaante ki tarah chubhti hai.

Maine jaldi se zoom kiya taaki chehra saaf dikhe. Aur meri dhadkan ruk gayi. Uncle Bobby ke pairon ke darmiyan baithi woh Anuradha Aunty thi! Wahi Aunty jo kuch der pehle mere saamne saaree pehen kar muskura rahi thi.

Par unki haalat... unka sar jhuka hua tha, aur woh unki cheez ko apne munh mein le kar suck kar rahi thin. Main kya dekh raha tha!

Uncle Bobby toh poori tarah se nange the, aur unki woh cheez... woh itni badi lag rahi thi, jaise mere haath ki kalaai (wrist) jitni moti! Anuradha Aunty ne wohi saaree pehni hui thi jo din mein unhone mere saamne pehni thi, aur Bobby Uncle ka haath... woh dheere-dheere unke baalon mein phir raha tha, jaise unko mazaa aa raha ho jab woh uska lund choos rahi thin.

Mera poora jism thanda pad gaya. Ghin aur shock ke maare, maine binocular neeche phaink diya.

Mera binocular zameen par gir chuka tha. Uski khirr-khirr ki awaaz mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi, par mere dimaag mein toh sirf woh nanga manzar chhap chuka tha. Uncle Bobby aur Anuradha Aunty... yeh sachchai itni bhayanak thi ki main saans lena bhool gaya.

Main jaldi se peechhe hata, deewaar se sat kar khada ho gaya. Meri chhati itni tez dhadak rahi thi ki aawaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Maine apne hathon se munh dhak liya, woh ghin jo mere gale mein phans gayi thi, use neeche utaarne ki koshish ki.

Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi, khud par aur uss binocular par. Kash maine woh cheez dekhi hi na hoti! Woh Aunty jise main sabse achhi samajhta tha, aur  jinki main izzat karta tha... aaj unki asliyat ne mere bachpan ke saare vishwas ko tod diya tha.

Ab mujhe kya karna chahiye? Kya main wapas ja kar uss kharab cheez ko dobara dekhun? Ya aankhen band karke is raaz ko hamesha ke liye dafn kar doon? Mere pair aage badh nahi rahe the, par mere dil mein ek ajeeb si khwahish thi jaanne ki, ki aage kya hoga...

Maine phir dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Binocular wahin zameen par pada raha. Main jhatke se apne bed par baith gaya aur zor-zor se saans lene laga. Meri dhadkan itni tez thi ki seena phatne waala tha. Ek taraf, mera mann keh raha tha ki bas ab aur nahi, is gandi cheez ko dobara mat dekho (I decided not to watch it anymore).

Par doosri taraf, uss manzar ki deheshat ne mujhe kheench liya tha. Main khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha (could not control myself). Woh raaz mere dimaag mein ek keede ki tarah reng raha tha.

Majboori mein, bechaini se, maine ek baar phir uss khidki ki taraf dekhna shuru kiya (I again started looking at the window).

Aur tab, woh jhalak!

Anuradha Aunty, unka sar neeche, aur woh apni zubaan ko Uncle Bobby ke bulbous penis head (yaani, unki cheez ke motey, gole wale) par tez-tez aur gandey tareeke se ghumaa rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein satisfaction tha, aur mere andar ek gehra ghav lag raha tha.

Yeh manzar mere saare sapnon ko jhoothla raha tha. Ab rokna mushkil tha.

Anuradha Aunty... woh toh Rajiv ki mummy hain! Rajiv, mera best friend, jiske ghar main roz aata-jaata tha. Aur yeh wohi Aunty thin jinhe main apni pyari Aunty maanta tha, jo mujhe hamesha pyaar se khaana khilati thin.

Mere hosh ud chuke the. Meri aankhon ke saamne jo aurat Uncle Bobby ke lund ko choos rahi thi, woh Rajiv ki maa thi! Mera dimaag yeh sach accept hi nahi kar pa raha tha. Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Jhoot! Sab jhoot hona chahiye tha!

Ek hi pal mein, mera poora bachpan aur woh masoomiyat jo inn rishton mein thi, toot kar bikhar gayi. Jab main Rajiv se agle din milunga, toh kya main use usi tarah dekh paunga? Nahi! Uska chehra ab hamesha uss manzar ki ghin se juda rahega.

Anuradha Aunty... unki zubaan... Uncle Bobby ka woh nanga jism... yeh saare tukde mere dimag mein ek film ki tarah baar-baar repeat ho rahe the. Main apne dil mein ek gehra dard mehsus kar raha tha. Kya yeh log sach mein itne gande hote hain? Yeh soch mujhe andar tak jala rahi thi. Main sharm aur sadme se ghut raha tha. Ab is raaz ke saath kaise jiya jaaye? Yeh sawaal mere rooh ko chhed raha tha.