Adultery Ek Mummy Ka Anokha Safar: Bholi Maa Ki Besharam Kahani

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Jaise hi Prakash bathroom se bahar aaya, Prinsi abhi bhi mobile mein busy thi. "Chalo light off kar dete hain. Mujhe subah jaldi uthna hai.." usne bedroom ki light band kar di aur bed par let gaya. Bedroom lamp ki halki thandi roshni kamre mein phaili hui thi.

"Good night dear.." Prakash ne Prinsi se kaha. "Good night, sweet dreams.." usne muskuraate huye jawab diya.

Prakash ne Prinsi ki taraf peeth kar li aur bed sheet odh li. Lekin Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Usse abhi bhi yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki jo hua wo sach tha ya nahi. Woh neend ke liye tarap rahi thi aur bed par karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne ghadi dekhi, raat ke 10:30 baj rahe the. 

Achanak uske smartphone par ek beep hui, WhatsApp par ek naya message aaya tha.


"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain..?" Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo pehle hi so chuka tha. Usne dheere se reply type karna shuru kiya.




Vikram dinner ko lekar puri tarah se niraash tha. Har cheez mein Sameer us par bhaari pad raha tha, chahe wo dressing ho ya Prinsi ke saath baatein karna aur moves maarna. Uske ghar se laut-te waqt wo bahut kam bola. Aaj wo Prinsi ka bilkul bhi dhyaan apni taraf nahi khinch paya tha. Wo puri tarah Sameer mein khoi hui thi. Sameer ko itna excited dekh kar usse gussa aa raha tha. Sameer pure raste apne adventure ki baatein haank raha tha.

"Tujhe pata hai, maine lagbhag usse touch kar hi liya tha. Wo kutiya sharma rahi thi jab maine apna lund us par press kiya.." Sameer bike ke peeche baithe huye excitement mein Vikram ke kandhe par thapki maar raha tha.

"Madarchod bas kar.. mera balance bigad jayega.." Vikram ko uski jeet ki baatein sunne mein koi interest nahi tha.

"Haha.. tu jal raha hai mere bhai.." Sameer zor se hasa. "Chup kar saale.. utar ab, tera ghar aa gaya." Vikram ne ek bade gate ke samne bike rok di.

"Hey, tu andar nahi aa raha?" Sameer heraan tha jab Vikram ne aisa kiya. Roz toh wo aadhi raat tak hi nikalta tha. "Hume aaj celebrate karna chahiye... dude" Sameer ka din khatam karne ka koi mood nahi tha.

"Nahi mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Tu dekh le.. mujhe rest chahiye." Aur bina kuch kahe Vikram ne accelerator dabaya aur waha se nikal gaya.
Vikram college hostel mein hi reh raha tha. Uske parents Dubai mein kaam karne wale ameer NRIs the. Unhone apne bete ko achhi education ke liye Kerala bheja tha. Unhone kafi zyada donation dekar uske liye ek management seat kharidi thi. Vikram ko gate se andar aate dekh uske batchmates uski taraf daude. "Hey man.. dinner kaisa tha hume bhi batao.. waha kya-kya hua.."

Wo muskuraaya, "Main bahut thak gaya hoon dosto.. sab kuch kal bataunga. Jao aur so jao bacho," usne ek mazaakiya lehje mein kaha. Usne apne aas-paas ke ladkon ki aankhon mein jalan dekhi. Wo apni bechari halat unhe nahi dikhana chahta tha. Unhe lagne do ki maine enjoy kiya. Wo bina kisi aur sawal ka jawab diye apne kamre mein ghusa aur darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne gusse mein blue plastic ke kachre ke dibbe ko laat maari. Trash paper aur plastic bags har taraf udne lage. Wo lakdi ke double bed par let gaya. Usne apne joote tak utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki.

Usne apna mobile khola aur dinner ke dauran li gayi photos dekhne laga. Aaj ki sham bas yahi ek achhi cheez hui thi. Uske paas Prinsi ki kayi poses mein photos thi jo usne chupke se living room aur kitchen mein li thi. Uski aankhein ek photo par tik gayi jaha wo paani bhar rahi thi, leggings mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar usne apne private part ko touch kiya.

Usse apni tension release karni thi, usne apni girlfriend ko call karne ka socha. Achanak usse yaad aaya ki usne shop register se Prinsi ka number save kiya tha. Usne WhatsApp par search kiya, wo wahi thi. Agle hi pal wo message type kar raha tha.

"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain?" Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usiki aankhein screen par tiki hui thi, aur uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne dekha ki wo (Prinsi) reply type kar rahi hai.

Prinsi ne send karne se pehle ek baar phir Prakash ko check kiya. "Hello.. nahi.. bas koshish kar rahi hoon.." Prakash ke kharrate sunne ke baad usne send button daba diya.

"Hey Aunty, main Vikram hoon, umeed hai aapko yaad hoga..?"

"Haan main jaanti hoon Vikram.." Prinsi ne pehle hi uski profile pic check kar li thi aur uski photo dekhne ke baad hi jawab diya tha.

"Dinner ke liye thank you aunty.. bahut swadisht tha.."

"You are welcome Vikram..?"

"Toh kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" Vikram bahut tezi se type kar raha tha. Usne darwaze par kisi ke khatkhatane ki awaaz suni. "Bhaiyo mujhe thoda rest karne do, kal baat karenge." Is rukawat se wo kafi gusse mein tha.

"Kuch nahi bas sone ki koshish kar rahi hoon.." usne ab Prinsi ka message screen par flashing hote dekha.

"Uncle kahan hain.. so gaye kya?" Ye type karte waqt uski heart beat badh gayi.

"Hmmm.." wahan se bas ek shabd ka jawab aaya.

"Ahh sorry for you.. ☹️" ye jaan kar wo excited ho gaya ki Prakash so chuka hai.

"Wo kaam se thak gaye the na.." Prinsi ka jawab turant aaya.

"Lekin phir bhi.. unhe aapse pehle nahi sona chahiye tha..? boring hai na.."

"Oh mujhe iski aadat hai dear.. ☹️" [Vikram ne socha: ahh ye toh khul rahi hai yaar!]

"Toh hamare jaane ke baad aapne kya kiya..?" usne utsukta (curiosity) se type kiya.

"Kuch nahi bas gandi plates sink mein rakhi aur sone chali gayi.."

"Toh aapne bath nahi liya ya dress change nahi ki..?" usne ek naughty smile ke saath send kiya.

"Haha.. maine dress change ki hai." Prinsi ne muskurate huye jawab diya.

"Haha.. sote waqt dress na pehenna hi behtar hai?" ye type karte waqt usne apne private part ko touch kiya. Usne gallery kholi aur phir se kitchen wali photo mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar maze lene laga.

"You naughty..?" Vikram ka message dekh kar Prinsi sharma gayi.

"Toh agar aapko bura na lage, kya aap mujhe apni ek photo bhej sakti hain...?" usne apni kismat aazmane ka faisla kiya.

"Hey Vikram, main abhi bed mein hoon..." Prinsi thodi jhijhak rahi thi.

"Please Aunty... bas ek selfie le kar mujhe bhej do na... bas selfie na... aur kuch nahi... please Aunty."

Prinsi ne Prakash ko check karne ke liye apne aas-paas dekha. Pata nahi kyun dinner ka asar abhi tak gaya nahi tha, wo uske bure iradon ko jaanti thi, phir bhi inkaar nahi kar pa rahi thi. Usne camera khola aur ek photo lekar Vikram ko bhej di.

Photo dekhte hi Vikram ka lund action mein aa gaya. Prinsi bed par peeth ke bal leti hui thi, Prakash ki peeth bhi side mein dikh rahi thi. Uske baal takiye par khule huye phaili huye the. Uske chubby cheeks laal aur thode oily the. Uske puffy hont geele aur juicy the. Us pink cotton nightie ki chhoti sleeves uske fleshy shoulder aur upper arm ko expose kar rahi thi. Gol gala koi cleavage nahi dikha raha tha, lekin uske gol curvy bosoms (uroj) puri tarah nazar aa rahe the. Uska mangal sutra uske gol globes ke beech se hokar ja raha tha. Nightie ki neckline se shuru hone wali chhoti pleats uske breasts ke oval shape ko compliment kar rahi thi.

"Thank you Aunty? ... Kya aapke paas headset hai aunty?"

"Hmmm..." us ek shabd ke jawab se wo samajh gaya ki iska kya matlab hai. Jaise aage badhne ki permission mil gayi ho.

"Kya hum thodi der baat kar sakte hain Aunty... type karte-karte meri ungliyan dard kar rahi hain...?"

"Ahh abhi raat hai na Vikram.. agar koi sun lega toh.."

"Ahh kaun sunega Aunty, Uncle toh so rahe hain na... please Aunty.."

Usse wahan se koi jawab nahi mila. Usne kuch minute intezaar kiya aur audio call button daba diya. Doosri taraf ghanti bajne lagi.

Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo gehri neend mein tha. Usne screen par answer button dheere se dabaya. "Hello.." Jab usne doosri taraf se husk*y sound suna toh uske jism mein ek siharan daud gayi.

"Hello Aunty.. thank you.." Usne apna right hand neeche kiya aur dheere se apni jeans unbuckle kar di.

"Hmmm..." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Usne dheere se apni jeans apne ghutnon tak neeche sarka di.

"Dinner ke liye thank you Aunty, wo bahut swadisht tha.." usne undies (kachhe) par apna lund press kiya. Usne apni ungliyon par undies ke upar precum feel kiya jaise hi usne undie*s neeche sarkayi.

"It's okay Vikram.. ye bas restaurant se tha.." wo microphone ke zariye dheere se bol rahi thi, beech-beech mein Prakash ko ghoor rahi thi.

"Kya uncle abhi bhi so rahe hain Aunty..?" usne photo ki taraf dekhte huye pucha. Usne breast*s wale portion ko dekhne ke liye zoom kiya.

"Hmmm.." usne saans lene ki awaazon ke saath halka sa jawab suna.

"Ahh sorry Aunty.. kya aap bore nahi hoti Aunty.. aap is nightie mein bahut beautiful lag rahi hain Aunty.."

"Thank you Vikram.." use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aur kya kahe.

Wo zoomed photo mein nightie ke niche breasts ko cover karti hui safed bra ko dekh paa raha tha. Usne apna lund sahlana (stroking) shuru kar diya. "Kya aap raat mein hamesha nightie hi pehenti hain Aunty..?" uski saansein bhari hone lagi thin. Prinsi uski tez aur aniyamit (irregular) saanson ki awaaz sun paa rahi thi.

"Zyadatar waqt.."

Vikram screen ko apne honton ke paas laya aur photo mein uske boso*ms par kiss kiya.

"Abhi kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" uski awaaz dabi ja rahi thi.. uski taangon ke beech tension badhti ja rahi thi. "Kuch nahi.." Prinsi ko ehsaas tha ki doosri taraf kya ho raha hai, lekin wo masoom banne ka naatak kar rahi thi.

"Kya aap jaanti hain main kya kar raha hoon Aunty..?" wo zor-zor se saansein le raha tha. Wo tezi se apna lund sehla raha tha.

"Hmmm.." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Wo ab aur bardasht nahi kar paa raha tha. "Kya aap dekhna chahti hain Aunty..?" uska gala phir se bhar aaya.. ye jaankar ki wo jaanti hai ki wo kya kar raha hai, wo pagal ho raha tha. Usne karahna (moaning) shuru kiya "ahh".

"Hell noo..." Prinsi ne headset ki awaaz kam kar di kyunki awaaz bahar nikal rahi thi.

"Love you Aunty.. ahhh" Wo ab khud ko rok nahi paya aur ek tez aah ke saath usne sab apni chhati par spray kar diya.

"Thank you Aunty.. love you.. kya aap sure hain ki aap ise dekhna nahi chahti..?" usne use chhedte huye kaha. "Vikram.. tum ek number ke tharki (pervert) ho." wo khilkhila kar hasi.

"Utna ganda nahi jitni tum ho Prinsi.. umeed hai main tumse roz baat kar sakta hoon.. unhe disturb mat karna, unhe roz waqt par sone dena.."

"Chee.. naughty.. goodnight Vikram.." wo ab baat ko aage nahi badhana chahti thi. Usne notice kiya ki wo ab thoda dominant ho raha tha.

"Good night Dirty Prinsi.. kal baat karte hain.." ye sunte hi usne call disconnect kar di. AC mein bhi use kafi pasina aa raha tha.

Vikram ke chehre par ek shatir muskuraahat thi. Usse apni kismat par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Din bhar ki uski saari niraasha ab khatam ho chuki thi. Usne Sameer ko ek message type kiya.. "Saala, Kutta, Kamina, main game mein andar hoon.. ?"

Doosri taraf, Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Wo bed par idhar-udhar karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne niraasha ke saath apne pati (Prakash) ki taraf dekha.