14-12-2025, 12:45 AM
Darwaaza dheere se khula aur Vishal andar aaya.Usne andar aate hi sabse pehle darwaaze ko lock kiya. ‘Khataak.’ Woh awaaz mere kaanon mein kisi goli ki tarah lagi. Ab koi andar nahi aa sakta tha, aur main… main ab poori tarah se qaid tha.
"Bada waqt laga diya aane mein?" Ammi ne halke gusse ka naatak karte hue kaha, par unke honthon par ek sharmili muskurahat khel rahi thi. "Main kab se yahaan akele bore ho rahi thi."
Vishal dheere-dheere chalta hua unke paas aaya, uski nazrein Ammi ke tight kurti mein qaid jism par chipki hui theen.
"Intezaar ka phal meetha hota hai, jaan," usne ek husky awaaz mein kaha aur Ammi ke bilkul qareeb aakar ruk gaya. "Aur aaj toh phal kuch zyada hi raseela lag raha hai."
Ammi ne halke se uske seene par dhakka diya, "Hato… baatein mat banao."
Lekin Vishal ne unka haath pakad liya aur jhatke se unhein apni taraf kheencha. Ammi seedha aakar uske seene se takrayin.
"Baatein nahi..." Vishal ne jhuk kar unke kaan mein phusphusaya, "aaj toh bas kaam hoga."
Aur isse pehle ki Ammi kuch keh paati, Vishal ne unke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein jakad liya aur unke honthon par toot pada.
Woh koi mamooli kiss nahi tha. Woh ek hamla tha.
Maine almari ki jhirri se dekha ki kaise Vishal ne Ammi ke naram, gulaabi honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya. Woh unhein choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Ammi ne pehle thoda virodh kiya, par agle hi pal unhone apni baahein Vishal ki gardan mein daal di aur apne panjon se uske baalon ko nochna shuru kar diya.
Main saaf dekh sakta tha ki unke munh khule hue the, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se lad rahi theen. 'Chup-chup' ki geeli awaazein almari ke andar tak aa rahi theen. Ammi ki 'Muted Berry' lipstick phail kar Vishal ke honthon par lag gayi thi. Unka dimaag sunn ho chuka tha, woh poori tarah se us kiss mein kho gayi theen.
Vishal ke haath ruk nahi rahe the. Kiss karte hue uske bade haath Ammi ki peeth (back) par rengne lage. Kurti ka gala peeche se band tha, lekin kapda unke jism par doosri khaal (skin) ki tarah chipka hua tha.
Usne kurti ke upar se hi unki kamar aur peeth ko tatola. Uski ungliyan peeth ke beechon-beech lagi lambi ‘zipper’ par ruk gayin. Usne uss zipper ki line par upar se neeche tak apni hatheli ragadi, jaise wo taale ko kholne se pehle uske saath khel raha ho.
Bhale hi beech mein kapda tha, par Ammi ke jism ki garmi us designer kurti ko cheerte hue Vishal ki hatheliyon tak pahunch rahi thi. Kapde ke upar se hone waale uss sparsh ne bhi Ammi ko pagal kar diya. Unki ridh ki haddi (spine) mein ek current sa daud gaya.Unhone 'Hmmm' karke uske munh mein hi ek madhosh siski bhari, aur apni peeth ko kamaan ki tarah modte hue (arching) khud ko peeche dhakela, taaki wo Vishal ke haath ki uss sakht pakad ko aur zyada mehsoos kar sakein.
Vishal ke haath unki naazuk kamar ki dhalan (slope) se phisalte hue neeche utre aur seedha Ammi ki ubhari hui gaand par aa thahre.
Shuru mein usne koi zor nahi lagaya. Usne bas apni garam hatheliyan unke bhaari pichwaade par halke se tika di, unki garmi ko soaakhne ke liye. Phir, usne apni hatheliyon ko unke naram kulhon (cheeks) par chote-chote gol daayron mein (little circles) ghumana shuru kiya.
Jaise-jaise Vishal ke haath unki golayi par gol-gol ghoom rahe the, kurti ka georgette ka kapda bhi Ammi ke bums par uske sath movement kar raha tha. Jab Vishal ki hatheli circular motion mein ghoomti, toh kapde mein halki silwatein (ripples) padti aur phir wo wapas skin par tan (stretch) jaata.
Aur phir, uss gehraai aur narmi ne use pagal kar diya. Usne circles banana band kiya aur achanak apne panje kase. Usne unke dono naram, bhare hue kulhon ko apni mutthiyon mein bhara aur poori taqat se unhein masal diya (squeezed hard), unki narmi ko apni ungliyon ke beech buri tarah dabte hue.
“Ummmm!" Ammi ki siski nikal gayi aur Vishal ke munh mein kahin kho gayi.
Achanak Vishal ne kiss toda aur Ammi ko kandhon se pakad kar ghooma diya.
Ab Ammi ki peeth Vishal ki taraf thi aur wo wapas mirror ke saamne theen. Main almari se unka chehra mirror mein dekh sakta tha-woh laal tha, aankhein nashiili ho chuki theen aur honth sooje hue lag rahe the.
Vishal ne unhein peeche se hug kar liya aur apne donon haath Ammi ke sapaat pet (stomach) par bandh liye. Usne apna chehra unke kaan ke paas laya aur mirror mein unki aankhon mein jhankte hue bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Tumhe andaaza bhi hai tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho, Aisha? Kasam se, tumhe mirror mein dekh kar hi mera dimaag kharaab ho raha hai."
Maine dekha ki Vishal ne apna pelvis (lower body) Ammi ke pichwaade par 'press' kiya. Ammi ko fauran mehsoos hua ki Vishal kitna hard hai aur wo unke pichwaade mein chubh raha hai. Unhone ek gehri saans li, apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sarr peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira diya.
"Ufff... Vishal..." Ammi ne masti bhare andaaz mein, aankhein band karke kaha. "Zabaan se toh badi meethi baatein kar rahe ho... par tumhare neeche yeh jo sakhti chubh rahi hai, wo toh kuch aur hi khatarnaak iraade bata rahi hai."
Vishal ne halke se has kar unki gardan par kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, "Khatra toh hai, jaan... par tum darr toh nahi rahi?"
Ammi ne ek katilana muskurahat ke saath apni hips ko peeche ki taraf dhakela, uss ubhaar ko ragadte hue, aur dheere se boli, "Darr nahi lag raha... bas soch rahi hoon ki kya tumhara yeh 'gussa' aaj meri bardasht ke bahar toh nahi ho jayega?"
Vishal ne Ammi ke uss shararati jawab par bas ek gehri, sexy muskurahat di.
Usne apne haath unke pet se hata kar upar unki chhati ki taraf badhaye aur unke breasts ko choote hue, uski ungliyan unke gale mein pade uss bhaari-bharkam 'Kundan' necklace par ruk gayin.
"Gussa toh baad mein dikhaunga," Vishal ne dheere se kaha, "Pehle un cheezon ko hata doon jo mere aur tumhare jism ke beech aa rahi hain."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue apni gardan thodi jhuka di, jaise wo ijazat de rahi hon. Vishal ne bade aaram se uss necklace ka hook peeche se khola. Ek halki si 'click' hui, aur wo laakhon ka haar Ammi ke gale se utar gaya. Vishal ne use bina dekhe side mein dressing table par phenk diya.
Ab Ammi ki lambi, gori gardan aur unka deep cleavage bilkul nanga aur azaad tha.
Vishal ne dobara unhein peeche se jakada. Is baar usne apne honth seedha unki nangi gardan aur shoulder-bone ke beech rakhe. Usne wahaan ki naram skin ko pehle apni naak se soongha, aur phir ek lamba, geela kiss kiya.
"Aahhh..." Ammi ke munh se ek madhosh siski nikal gayi.
Lekin is baar Vishal ke haath rukne waale nahi the. Uski hatheliyan Ammi ke kandhon se phisalti hui aage aayin aur seedha unke bhare hue, kase hue breasts par aa gayin.
Main almari se saaf dekh sakta tha-Vishal ke bade-bade panjon ne Ammi ke dono breasts ko kurti ke upar se hi poori tarah 'cup' kar liya tha. Usne pehle unke wazan ko halke se tola, apne haathon mein unki bhaari golai ko mehsoos kiya.
"Uff... Aisha..." Vishal ne mirror mein unke seene ko ghoorte hue kaha. "Lagta hai yeh andar ghutan mehsoos kar rahe hain... aaj kuch zyada hi bade aur kase hue lag rahe hain."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li.
Aur tabhi, Vishal ne apni ungliyan kasi aur unke naram, bhare hue breasts ko be-rehmi se dabana shuru kar diya. Woh unhein aate ke gole ki tarah masal raha tha. Kurti ka kapda unke nipples par khinch raha tha, aur Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayi theen. Woh har dabav ke saath apni peeth peeche Vishal ke seene par ragad rahi theen.
"Vishal... ahhh... dheere..." Ammi haanpti hui boli, par unhone apne haath Vishal ke haathon ke upar rakh diye, jaise wo chahti hon ki wo aur zor se dabaye.
Kuch der tak unke mammon ke saath khelne ke baad, Vishal ne aakhirkar apne haath wahaan se hataye aur unki peeth par le gaya. Uski ungliyan ab uss 'zipper' ke hook par thi jo peeth ke beechon-beech tha.
"Taiyaar ho?" Vishal ne mirror mein Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue poocha, jabki Ammi abhi bhi uss breast-massage ke nashiile asar mein thi. "Main iss wrapper ko kholne ja raha hoon."
Ammi ne sharam aur excitement mein apne honth kaat liye aur dheere se sarr hilaya.
Zzzzziiippp…
Woh awaaz sannate mein kisi cheekh ki tarah gunji.
Vishal ne dheere-dheere zip ko neeche kheenchna shuru kiya. Jaise-jaise zip neeche ja rahi thi, kurti ka tight gala dheela padta gaya.
Mere saamne, almari ki jhirri se, Ammi ki l peeth (back) inch-dar-inch nangi hone lagi aur unki gori skin expose hone lagi.
Jab zip poori neeche tak khul gayi, toh Vishal ne apne dono haath Ammi ke kandhon par rakhe aur kurti ko halke se dhakka diya.
Vishal ke dhakka dete hi, wo bhaari designer kurti unke smooth kandhon se sarakti hui neeche phisal gayi. Woh zameen par nahi giri, balki unki kohniyon (elbows) par aakar atak gayi. Ammi ne saamne se kurti ko apne seene se chipka rakha tha, lekin peeche se unki poori peeth aur kandhe ab bilkul nange ho gaye the.
Main almari ke andar se unki smooth, doodh jaisi safed peeth dekh sakta tha. Unhone ek Deep Maroon rang ki satin bra pehni thi, jiska strap unki peeth par alag hi chamak raha tha.
Mera dimaag bhanna gaya. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine Ammi ko hamesha 'izzatdaar' kapdon mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Unki peeth, unki kamar... yeh sab mere liye 'forbidden' ilaqe the.
Lekin aaj... aaj wo saara parda hat gaya tha.
Unki gori skin par wo gehra laal (maroon) strap kisi khatre ki ghanti ki tarah lag raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si jung shuru ho gayi thi. Ek taraf beta hone ka naata tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki 'Aankhein band kar le, yeh paap hai!'... lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si hawas thi jo us nazaare ko peene ke liye tadap rahi thi.
Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh wahi pakiza Ammi hain. Yeh aurat... yeh 'Aisha'... jisne andar itne sexy, satin ke undergarments pehan rakhe the... yeh sirf aur sirf Vishal ke liye taiyaar hokar aayi thi. Yeh khayaal mujhe andar se jala raha tha-gusse se bhi, aur jalan (jealousy) se bhi.
Mera gala sookh kar kaanta ho gaya tha. Main chahta tha ki main wahaan se bhaag jaaun, par min woh bhi kar nahi sakta tha. Mujhe ghinn aani chahiye thi, par sach toh yeh tha ki... main fascinate ho raha tha. Main apni hi maa ko ek 'aurat' ki nazar se dekh raha tha, aur wo nazaara behad haseen aur ganda tha.
Vishal ne jhuk kar unki nangi peeth par, theek bra ke hook ke upar, ek kiss kiya aur phir apni garam hatheli unki nangi skin par pherte hue bola:
"Waah... kya skin hai Aisha... makhan bhi sharma jaye."
Vishal ki hatheliyon ki garmi aur uski saanson ki bhaap Ammi ki nangi peeth par ek nasha ban kar chha rahi thi. Ammi ne apni aankhein band kar li theen aur halke se apna sarr peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, taaki wo Vishal ke kandhe par tik sakein.
"Ise poora utaar do," Vishal ne hukm diya, par uski awaaz mein sakhti nahi, ek gehra nivedan tha.
Ammi ne dheere se apni baahein neeche ki taraf seedhi ki. Jo kurti unki kohniyon (elbows) par atki hui thi, wo phisal kar zameen par gir gayi.
Sirrppp... kapde ke girne ki awaaz sannate mein gunji.
"Bada waqt laga diya aane mein?" Ammi ne halke gusse ka naatak karte hue kaha, par unke honthon par ek sharmili muskurahat khel rahi thi. "Main kab se yahaan akele bore ho rahi thi."
Vishal dheere-dheere chalta hua unke paas aaya, uski nazrein Ammi ke tight kurti mein qaid jism par chipki hui theen.
"Intezaar ka phal meetha hota hai, jaan," usne ek husky awaaz mein kaha aur Ammi ke bilkul qareeb aakar ruk gaya. "Aur aaj toh phal kuch zyada hi raseela lag raha hai."
Ammi ne halke se uske seene par dhakka diya, "Hato… baatein mat banao."
Lekin Vishal ne unka haath pakad liya aur jhatke se unhein apni taraf kheencha. Ammi seedha aakar uske seene se takrayin.
"Baatein nahi..." Vishal ne jhuk kar unke kaan mein phusphusaya, "aaj toh bas kaam hoga."
Aur isse pehle ki Ammi kuch keh paati, Vishal ne unke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein jakad liya aur unke honthon par toot pada.
Woh koi mamooli kiss nahi tha. Woh ek hamla tha.
Maine almari ki jhirri se dekha ki kaise Vishal ne Ammi ke naram, gulaabi honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya. Woh unhein choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Ammi ne pehle thoda virodh kiya, par agle hi pal unhone apni baahein Vishal ki gardan mein daal di aur apne panjon se uske baalon ko nochna shuru kar diya.
Main saaf dekh sakta tha ki unke munh khule hue the, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se lad rahi theen. 'Chup-chup' ki geeli awaazein almari ke andar tak aa rahi theen. Ammi ki 'Muted Berry' lipstick phail kar Vishal ke honthon par lag gayi thi. Unka dimaag sunn ho chuka tha, woh poori tarah se us kiss mein kho gayi theen.
Vishal ke haath ruk nahi rahe the. Kiss karte hue uske bade haath Ammi ki peeth (back) par rengne lage. Kurti ka gala peeche se band tha, lekin kapda unke jism par doosri khaal (skin) ki tarah chipka hua tha.
Usne kurti ke upar se hi unki kamar aur peeth ko tatola. Uski ungliyan peeth ke beechon-beech lagi lambi ‘zipper’ par ruk gayin. Usne uss zipper ki line par upar se neeche tak apni hatheli ragadi, jaise wo taale ko kholne se pehle uske saath khel raha ho.
Bhale hi beech mein kapda tha, par Ammi ke jism ki garmi us designer kurti ko cheerte hue Vishal ki hatheliyon tak pahunch rahi thi. Kapde ke upar se hone waale uss sparsh ne bhi Ammi ko pagal kar diya. Unki ridh ki haddi (spine) mein ek current sa daud gaya.Unhone 'Hmmm' karke uske munh mein hi ek madhosh siski bhari, aur apni peeth ko kamaan ki tarah modte hue (arching) khud ko peeche dhakela, taaki wo Vishal ke haath ki uss sakht pakad ko aur zyada mehsoos kar sakein.
Vishal ke haath unki naazuk kamar ki dhalan (slope) se phisalte hue neeche utre aur seedha Ammi ki ubhari hui gaand par aa thahre.
Shuru mein usne koi zor nahi lagaya. Usne bas apni garam hatheliyan unke bhaari pichwaade par halke se tika di, unki garmi ko soaakhne ke liye. Phir, usne apni hatheliyon ko unke naram kulhon (cheeks) par chote-chote gol daayron mein (little circles) ghumana shuru kiya.
Jaise-jaise Vishal ke haath unki golayi par gol-gol ghoom rahe the, kurti ka georgette ka kapda bhi Ammi ke bums par uske sath movement kar raha tha. Jab Vishal ki hatheli circular motion mein ghoomti, toh kapde mein halki silwatein (ripples) padti aur phir wo wapas skin par tan (stretch) jaata.
Aur phir, uss gehraai aur narmi ne use pagal kar diya. Usne circles banana band kiya aur achanak apne panje kase. Usne unke dono naram, bhare hue kulhon ko apni mutthiyon mein bhara aur poori taqat se unhein masal diya (squeezed hard), unki narmi ko apni ungliyon ke beech buri tarah dabte hue.
“Ummmm!" Ammi ki siski nikal gayi aur Vishal ke munh mein kahin kho gayi.
Achanak Vishal ne kiss toda aur Ammi ko kandhon se pakad kar ghooma diya.
Ab Ammi ki peeth Vishal ki taraf thi aur wo wapas mirror ke saamne theen. Main almari se unka chehra mirror mein dekh sakta tha-woh laal tha, aankhein nashiili ho chuki theen aur honth sooje hue lag rahe the.
Vishal ne unhein peeche se hug kar liya aur apne donon haath Ammi ke sapaat pet (stomach) par bandh liye. Usne apna chehra unke kaan ke paas laya aur mirror mein unki aankhon mein jhankte hue bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Tumhe andaaza bhi hai tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho, Aisha? Kasam se, tumhe mirror mein dekh kar hi mera dimaag kharaab ho raha hai."
Maine dekha ki Vishal ne apna pelvis (lower body) Ammi ke pichwaade par 'press' kiya. Ammi ko fauran mehsoos hua ki Vishal kitna hard hai aur wo unke pichwaade mein chubh raha hai. Unhone ek gehri saans li, apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sarr peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira diya.
"Ufff... Vishal..." Ammi ne masti bhare andaaz mein, aankhein band karke kaha. "Zabaan se toh badi meethi baatein kar rahe ho... par tumhare neeche yeh jo sakhti chubh rahi hai, wo toh kuch aur hi khatarnaak iraade bata rahi hai."
Vishal ne halke se has kar unki gardan par kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, "Khatra toh hai, jaan... par tum darr toh nahi rahi?"
Ammi ne ek katilana muskurahat ke saath apni hips ko peeche ki taraf dhakela, uss ubhaar ko ragadte hue, aur dheere se boli, "Darr nahi lag raha... bas soch rahi hoon ki kya tumhara yeh 'gussa' aaj meri bardasht ke bahar toh nahi ho jayega?"
Vishal ne Ammi ke uss shararati jawab par bas ek gehri, sexy muskurahat di.
Usne apne haath unke pet se hata kar upar unki chhati ki taraf badhaye aur unke breasts ko choote hue, uski ungliyan unke gale mein pade uss bhaari-bharkam 'Kundan' necklace par ruk gayin.
"Gussa toh baad mein dikhaunga," Vishal ne dheere se kaha, "Pehle un cheezon ko hata doon jo mere aur tumhare jism ke beech aa rahi hain."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue apni gardan thodi jhuka di, jaise wo ijazat de rahi hon. Vishal ne bade aaram se uss necklace ka hook peeche se khola. Ek halki si 'click' hui, aur wo laakhon ka haar Ammi ke gale se utar gaya. Vishal ne use bina dekhe side mein dressing table par phenk diya.
Ab Ammi ki lambi, gori gardan aur unka deep cleavage bilkul nanga aur azaad tha.
Vishal ne dobara unhein peeche se jakada. Is baar usne apne honth seedha unki nangi gardan aur shoulder-bone ke beech rakhe. Usne wahaan ki naram skin ko pehle apni naak se soongha, aur phir ek lamba, geela kiss kiya.
"Aahhh..." Ammi ke munh se ek madhosh siski nikal gayi.
Lekin is baar Vishal ke haath rukne waale nahi the. Uski hatheliyan Ammi ke kandhon se phisalti hui aage aayin aur seedha unke bhare hue, kase hue breasts par aa gayin.
Main almari se saaf dekh sakta tha-Vishal ke bade-bade panjon ne Ammi ke dono breasts ko kurti ke upar se hi poori tarah 'cup' kar liya tha. Usne pehle unke wazan ko halke se tola, apne haathon mein unki bhaari golai ko mehsoos kiya.
"Uff... Aisha..." Vishal ne mirror mein unke seene ko ghoorte hue kaha. "Lagta hai yeh andar ghutan mehsoos kar rahe hain... aaj kuch zyada hi bade aur kase hue lag rahe hain."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li.
Aur tabhi, Vishal ne apni ungliyan kasi aur unke naram, bhare hue breasts ko be-rehmi se dabana shuru kar diya. Woh unhein aate ke gole ki tarah masal raha tha. Kurti ka kapda unke nipples par khinch raha tha, aur Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayi theen. Woh har dabav ke saath apni peeth peeche Vishal ke seene par ragad rahi theen.
"Vishal... ahhh... dheere..." Ammi haanpti hui boli, par unhone apne haath Vishal ke haathon ke upar rakh diye, jaise wo chahti hon ki wo aur zor se dabaye.
Kuch der tak unke mammon ke saath khelne ke baad, Vishal ne aakhirkar apne haath wahaan se hataye aur unki peeth par le gaya. Uski ungliyan ab uss 'zipper' ke hook par thi jo peeth ke beechon-beech tha.
"Taiyaar ho?" Vishal ne mirror mein Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue poocha, jabki Ammi abhi bhi uss breast-massage ke nashiile asar mein thi. "Main iss wrapper ko kholne ja raha hoon."
Ammi ne sharam aur excitement mein apne honth kaat liye aur dheere se sarr hilaya.
Zzzzziiippp…
Woh awaaz sannate mein kisi cheekh ki tarah gunji.
Vishal ne dheere-dheere zip ko neeche kheenchna shuru kiya. Jaise-jaise zip neeche ja rahi thi, kurti ka tight gala dheela padta gaya.
Mere saamne, almari ki jhirri se, Ammi ki l peeth (back) inch-dar-inch nangi hone lagi aur unki gori skin expose hone lagi.
Jab zip poori neeche tak khul gayi, toh Vishal ne apne dono haath Ammi ke kandhon par rakhe aur kurti ko halke se dhakka diya.
Vishal ke dhakka dete hi, wo bhaari designer kurti unke smooth kandhon se sarakti hui neeche phisal gayi. Woh zameen par nahi giri, balki unki kohniyon (elbows) par aakar atak gayi. Ammi ne saamne se kurti ko apne seene se chipka rakha tha, lekin peeche se unki poori peeth aur kandhe ab bilkul nange ho gaye the.
Main almari ke andar se unki smooth, doodh jaisi safed peeth dekh sakta tha. Unhone ek Deep Maroon rang ki satin bra pehni thi, jiska strap unki peeth par alag hi chamak raha tha.
Mera dimaag bhanna gaya. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine Ammi ko hamesha 'izzatdaar' kapdon mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Unki peeth, unki kamar... yeh sab mere liye 'forbidden' ilaqe the.
Lekin aaj... aaj wo saara parda hat gaya tha.
Unki gori skin par wo gehra laal (maroon) strap kisi khatre ki ghanti ki tarah lag raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si jung shuru ho gayi thi. Ek taraf beta hone ka naata tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki 'Aankhein band kar le, yeh paap hai!'... lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si hawas thi jo us nazaare ko peene ke liye tadap rahi thi.
Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh wahi pakiza Ammi hain. Yeh aurat... yeh 'Aisha'... jisne andar itne sexy, satin ke undergarments pehan rakhe the... yeh sirf aur sirf Vishal ke liye taiyaar hokar aayi thi. Yeh khayaal mujhe andar se jala raha tha-gusse se bhi, aur jalan (jealousy) se bhi.
Mera gala sookh kar kaanta ho gaya tha. Main chahta tha ki main wahaan se bhaag jaaun, par min woh bhi kar nahi sakta tha. Mujhe ghinn aani chahiye thi, par sach toh yeh tha ki... main fascinate ho raha tha. Main apni hi maa ko ek 'aurat' ki nazar se dekh raha tha, aur wo nazaara behad haseen aur ganda tha.
Vishal ne jhuk kar unki nangi peeth par, theek bra ke hook ke upar, ek kiss kiya aur phir apni garam hatheli unki nangi skin par pherte hue bola:
"Waah... kya skin hai Aisha... makhan bhi sharma jaye."
Vishal ki hatheliyon ki garmi aur uski saanson ki bhaap Ammi ki nangi peeth par ek nasha ban kar chha rahi thi. Ammi ne apni aankhein band kar li theen aur halke se apna sarr peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, taaki wo Vishal ke kandhe par tik sakein.
"Ise poora utaar do," Vishal ne hukm diya, par uski awaaz mein sakhti nahi, ek gehra nivedan tha.
Ammi ne dheere se apni baahein neeche ki taraf seedhi ki. Jo kurti unki kohniyon (elbows) par atki hui thi, wo phisal kar zameen par gir gayi.
Sirrppp... kapde ke girne ki awaaz sannate mein gunji.
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