Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 9


meri maa aur dhruv uncle ke beech hothon par pehla chumban





Pichhle raat ghar shaant tha siwaye papa ke steady kharate ke maa ke saath unke bade lakdi ke bistar par. Chhat ka pankha aalas se karakta tha, garam garmi ki hawa ko mushkil se hilata hua. Maa apni taraf leti hui thi, dupatta dheele se seene par pada hua, lambi din ki pakane, safai aur ,,., ke baad neend laane ki koshish kar rahi thi. 

Unka phone, silent par rakha hua, bistar par ek baar vibrate hua. Usne bina soche usse pakad liya, apni behen ya masjid group se message ki ummeed mein. 

Yeh dhruv se tha. 

Usne chat khola aur jam gayi. 

Wahaan, screen bhar kar, uska khada lauda ki tasveer thi. Yeh bada tha - aasani se aath aadhe inch, uski kalai jitna mota, dark caramel rang ki chamdi tight khinch kar ubhri hui nasaon ke jaal se jo nadiyon ki tarah shaaf se neeche tak jaati thi. 

Sir swollen tha, lagbhag gusse wala, ek moti prec um ki boond se chamak raha tha jo pehle se tapak raha tha. Foreskin poori tarah peeche khincha hua tha, flared ridge ki har inch dikhata hua. Yeh bhari, powerful dikhta tha, jaise ek young, confident aadmi ka jo jaanta tha ki woh kya chahta hai. Neeche uske bhari balls tight latak rahe the. 

Maa ki saans ruk gayi. "Astaghfirullah..." usne fasa fasa kaha, lekin uska thumb delete karne ko nahi badha. Usne zoom in kiya, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki woh yakin karti thi papa jaag jaayega. 

Tasveer uske dimag mein utar gayi: jis tarah shaaf thodi upar ki taraf mudta tha, sir ke neeche ubhra ridge, base par dark trimmed baal ka patch. Usne aisa kabhi nahi dekha tha. 








Uske pati ek achhe aadmi the, gentle, lekin size mein modest aur kabhi aisa nahi... itna demanding. Dhruv ka lauda lagta tha jaise woh use phaad de, poori tarah bhar de, un jagahon tak pahunch jaaye jo usne sirf guilty palon mein socha tha. 

Usne kaanpte haathon se type kiya: "Dhruv, yeh galat hai. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Mere paas ek pati hai jo bilkul mere bagal mein so raha hai. Aisi tasveerein bhejna haram hai, beizzat karne wala aur paap hai. Maine sab kuch pehle hi tumhe samjha diya tha - meri imaan, meri shaadi, mera beta. Kripya isse delete kar do aur kabhi aise contact mat karna. Main us tarah ki aurat nahi hoon." 

Usne send kiya, phir turant pachtaaya. Kyun usne reply bhi kiya? Usne block kar dena chahiye tha. Lekin usne nahi kiya. Usne dekhte raha. Paanch minute guzre. Das. Tasveer screen par rahi. 

Usne khud ko kaha ki woh sirf yeh dekh rahi hai ki usne theek se delete kiya hai, lekin uski aankhein har nas, har chamakte inch ko follow karti thi. Uske nipples painful tarah se uski nightie ki patli cotton se tight ho gaye. 

Ek sharmnak garmi uski jaanghon ke beech fail gayi; woh mehsoos kar rahi thi ki woh geeli ho rahi hai, uski chut ke honth andar se halke se phool aur khul rahe hain. Usne taangein ek saath daba li, sharm se. 

Papa neend mein hila, ek haath uski kamar par aa gaya. Gilt us par lehar ki tarah toot pada. Main yahaan apne pati ke bagal leti hui hoon, doosre aadmi ke laude ko dekh rahi hoon - gair-'. aadmi ke laude - aur mera sharir mujhe dhokha de raha hai. 

Usne photo band kiya, lekin afterimage rah gaya. Woh peeth par let gayi, chhat ko dekhte hue. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Har baar jab woh aankhein band karti thi woh phir se dekh leti thi: mota, nas wala, uske liye tapakta hua. Woh sochti thi ki usne kyun bheja. 

Kya isliye ki usne jab last baar chai serve ki thi tab uske breasts dupatta ke against strain kar rahe the? Jis tarah uski badi, gol gaand chalte waqt hilti thi? Woh battis saal ki thi, shaadi aur maa banne ke baad conservative auraton ki tarah curvy - full hips, bhari 38DD breasts jo modest kapdon mein bhi chhup nahi paati thi, ek plump, heart-shaped gaand jo uske har salwar ko bhar deti thi. 

Agli subah, dhoop pehle se hi hamare veranda par garam thi. Maa aur main wicker kursiyon par snacks ke saath baithe the - garam chai steel ke glass mein, samosa aur pakora plate par humare beech. Masalon ki khushboo garden ke jasmine se mil rahi thi. 

Maa ek simple halka-peela abaya pehne hui thi, dupatta seene par modestly dbang kiya hua, lekin yeh bhi uski voluptuous figure ko chhupa nahi paata tha. Uske bhari breasts har saans ke saath upar neeche hote the, kapda halka stretch hota hua. 






Uski badi gaand kursi bhar leti thi, naram aur aamantran bhari. Woh sundar lekin pareshan dikhti thi - kajal wali aankhon ke neeche dark circles, honth tight dabaye, ungliyan dupatta ke kinare se khelti hui. Woh baar baar apne phone ko dekhti thi, phir door, jaise pichhle raat ki tasveer abhi bhi usse pareshan kar rahi thi. 

Maine chai pi. "Maa, tum theek ho? Aaj thodi... off lag rahi ho. Achhi neend nahi aayi?" 

Usne zabardasti muskurahat banayi, lekin woh uski aankhon tak nahi pahunchi. "Main theek hoon, beta. Bas thodi thaki hui hoon. Pankha raat bhar shor kar raha tha." 

Usne samosa ka chhota tukda liya, lekin uska dimag saaf taur par kahin aur tha - shayad tasveer ko dohra rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki dhruv ne apna bada lauda ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ko kyun bheja, kyun usne itni der dekha, kyun uska sharir react kiya. Woh mujhe kabhi nahi bataati. Woh maanti thi ki main kuch nahi jaanta. 

Hum chhoti baaton par baat karte rahe - mausam, mere college classes, papa ka kaam - jab achanak, bina kisi wajah ke, usne apna glass neeche rakha aur kaha, "Mujhe lagta hai... main dhruv se phir milna chahti hoon." 

Maine chai mein lagbhag ghoont liya. "Dhruv? Tour wala ladka? Kyun? Aur akeli?" 

Usne garden ki taraf dekhte hue nazar hata li. "Bas baat karne. Hawa saaf karne. Tour ke baad usne mujhe kai baar message kiye. Kuch important nahi, lekin... mujhe lagta hai ki usse face to face milna chahiye. Akeli. Is tarah behtar hai." 

Maine aage jhukte hue, dil mein plan banate hue tez dhadak raha tha. "Akeli? Maa, yeh... bold hai. Kyun mere ya papa ke saath nahi?" 

Usne jaldi se sar hilaya. "Nahi, beta. Yeh personal hai. Tour se. Main isse badi baat nahi banana chahti." 

Maine apna opening dekha. "Agar tumhe privacy chahiye, toh uske ghar par kyun nahi milte? Woh akela rehta hai, hai na? Bada ghar, shaant. Koi disturb nahi karega. Tour par sab group stuff tha - buses, hotels, bheed. Ab tum theek se baat kar sakti ho, koi interruption nahi. Usne ek baar mujhe bataya tha ki uske paas achha living room hai, AC, sab kuch comfortable. Tumhe cafe ya park mein saath dekhne ki chinta nahi karni padegi. Woh jagah public hain - community ka koi tumhe dekh sakta hai, afwaah shuru kar sakta hai. Uske ghar private, discreet. Jo bhi tumhe kehna hai uske liye perfect." 

Maa ne sochte hue frown kiya. "Uska ghar? Mujhe nahi pata... shayad cafe behtar hoga. Ya market ke paas park. Kahin khula." 

Maine sar hilaya, isliye expand kiya kyunki main chahta tha ki woh wahaan ho, akeli uske saath, jahaan main sab arrange kar sakta tha. "Maa, suno. Cafe crowded hai, shor bhara, serious baat ke liye privacy nahi. Park? Bahut saari aankhein, families, bachche idhar udhar. Tum distract ho jaogi. Woh sirf tum par focus kar sakta hai. Tum jo bhi kehna chahti ho bina kisi ke sune keh sakti ho. Plus, yeh safe hai. Woh gentleman hai, hai na? Tour se. Aur agar cheezein... emotional ho jaayein, tumhare paas space hai. Mujhe lagta hai yeh sabse smart choice hai. Woh kabhi kabhi visitors expect karta hai anyway." 

Woh lambi der tak chup rahi, apne aadhe khaye samosa ko dekhte hue. Andar se woh uske ghar jaana nahi chahti thi - yeh ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ke liye gair-'. aadmi ke private space mein akeli hone ke liye bahut intimate, bahut dangerous mehsoos hota tha. 

Lekin pichhle raat ki tasveer uske dimag mein phir se chamak gayi: woh bada, mota lauda. Usse usse confront karna tha, usse firmly rokna tha, phir se samjhaana tha ki yeh galat hai. 

Curiosity gusse ke saath mix ho gayi. Usne accept kar liya, though tacitly, ek chhote nod ke saath. "Theek hai... uska ghar. Lekin sirf thodi der ke liye. Main aaj dopahar jaungi." 

Maine andar muskuraya. Yeh perfect tha. Main chahta tha ki dhruv meri maa ko chode, modest, faithful maa ko uski randi bana de. Breakfast ke turant baad main door hata aur usse text kiya: "Maa aaj dopahar akeli tumhare ghar aa rahi hai tumhe dick pic ke baare mein confront karne. Woh disturbed hai lekin curious - main bata sakta hoon. Uska intezaar karo. Use hard seduce karo. Main chahta hoon ki main usse tumhare saath dekhoon. Pichhle hafte tumne mujhe bataya tha secret backdoor use karo taaki main chupke se andar aa sakoon aur chhup sakoon. Use apna bana lo." 

Dhruv ne turant reply kiya: "Haan bilkul. Woh curvy '. body jaldi meri ho jaayegi. Main usse kissing aur maangte hue dekhunga pehle jaane se. Backdoor khula hai. Aao apni maa ko meri randi bante hue dekho." 

Maa ne chupke se taiyaari ki. Usne woh tight sexy dress nahi pehni jo maine usse tease kiya tha - woh modest lekin thodi fitted yellow abaya par atki rahi jo abhi bhi uski badi gaand ko hug karti thi aur uske bhari breasts ki outline dikhati thi. 

Dupatta jagah par. Woh elegant, nervous, sundar dikhti thi. Woh lagbhag 2 PM ko nikal gayi, mujhe bataate hue ki jaldi wapas aa jaayegi. Main door se apni scooter par follow kiya. 

Public transport hamesha ki tarah congested tha - garam, crowded buses aur shared autos. Maa pehle ek packed bus par chadhi, darwaze ke paas khadi hui, overhead rail pakad kar. Uski badi gaand har bump aur brake ke saath hilti thi, abaya ka kapda un plump cheeks par stretch hota hua. 





Bus mein aadmi uske curves ki taraf dekhte the, lekin woh aankhein neeche rakhti thi, dupatta adjust karti hui, invisible rehne ki koshish karti hui. Main scooter par follow karta hua, traffic mein weaving karta hua, mera lauda pehle se aadha hard ho chuka tha soch kar ki kya hone wala hai. 

Usne last stretch ke liye auto-rickshaw badla - teen log squeezed, uski thick thighs ek saath dabayi hui, woh massive gaand seat bhar leti hui, sharir vehicle ki motion ke saath rocking karta hua. 

Woh determined lekin conflicted dikhti thi, shayad apne dimag mein scolding rehearse karti hui: "Tumne woh tasveer kyun bheji? Main shaadi shuda hoon, '., faithful. Delete kar do. Kabhi nahi." 

Woh dhruv ke modern bungalow ek shaant lane mein pahunch gayi - safed deewarein, chhota garden, andar AC gungunata hua. Usne darwaza turant khola, charming 58 saal ke smile ke saath, fit body casual shirt aur trousers mein. "Minal! Kya wonderful surprise. Andar aao." 

Maa andar gayi, awaaz firm lekin thodi shaky. "Dhruv, humein baat karni hai. Main zyada der nahi reh sakti." 

Usne cool living room ke plush leather sofa ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Bilkul. Baitho, apne aap ko comfortable banao. Chai? Paani?" 

Usne sar hilaya, room ke beech mein stiff khadi hui, purse side mein pakde hue. "Nahi. Main khadi rahungi. Yeh zyada der nahi lega." Usne isliye baithna mana kiya kyunki baithna hospitality accept karne jaisa feel hota, rehne jaisa, isse social banane jaisa instead of quick confrontation. 

Yeh usse uske level par laata, risk karta ki woh bhi close baith jaaye, comfort something aur lead kare. Khade rehne se control ka illusion milta tha aur yaad dilata tha ki woh sirf daantne aur jaane ke liye yahaan hai. 

Gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein akeli hona pehle se hi uske imaan aur shaadi ki har line cross kar chuka tha - baithna ise aur kharab banata, zyada intimate, agar cheezein escalate ho toh escape karna mushkil. Uske taangein nerves aur tasveer ki yaad se kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi, lekin khade rehna use grounded rakhta tha. 

Main pehle se hi secret backdoor se andar slip ho chuka tha jo dhruv ne mujhe hafte pehle casual visit ke dauran dikhaya tha - side gate ke peeche chhupa hua, seedha ek chhote storage room mein jaata hua jo hallway mein khulta tha living room ka perfect view thodi si ajar door se. 

Main curtain ke peeche chhup gaya, dil dhadakta hua, lauda pants mein rock-hard, sab kuch unfold hote hue dekhte hue. Main eager tha - desperate - apni hi maa, modest '. wife aur mother, is older gair-'. aadmi ke saath dekhne ko. Taboo thrill ne mera lauda throb kar diya. 

Maa ne darwaza band hote hi daantna shuru kar diya. "Tum mujhe pichhle raat woh tasveer kaise bhej sakte the, dhruv? Main apne pati ke saath bistar par thi! Yeh vulgar tha, disgusting, bilkul inappropriate. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Maine yeh tumhe samjhaaya tha - tour par aur mere message mein." 

Maa gusse mein thi. 






"Main apne pati ke prati faithful hoon. Humara ek beta hai. Hamara parivar respectable hai. Aisi cheezein haram hain. Tumne aisa kyun kiya? Mujhe shock dene ke liye? Main poori raat nahi so paayi. Har baar jab main aankhein band karti thi main usse dekh leti thi - woh bada, hard cheez. Mujhe delete karna pada, lekin yeh mere dimag mein rah gaya. Tumhe married aurat jaise mujhe apne... apne penis ki tasveerein bhejne ka koi haq nahi hai!" 

Woh minutes tak chali gayi, awaaz upar phir crack karti hui, exactly woh detail karti hui jo usne message kiya tha: shaadi ka respect karne ki plea, imaan ki yaad dilana, delete aur bhool jaane ki demand. 

Usne phir se samjhaaya ki gair-'. aadmi ke liye '. wife ko aise pursue karna kitna galat tha, yeh uske har belief ko violate karta tha, guilt ne usse poori raat khaaya tha jab papa shaant so raha tha uske bagal. 

Usne tasveer ko isliye nahi dekha tha kyunki woh chahti thi, lekin shock aur sheer size ne usse freeze kar diya tha - uske pati se lambi aur moti, nas wali, powerful dikhti hui. 

Isne ek shameful second ke liye socha tha ki yeh kaisa feel hoga, lekin usne khud ko us soch ke liye bhi nafrat ki. Woh yahaan ise khatam karne ke liye thi, usse ek baar ke liye samjhaane ke liye. 

Dhruv ne suna, phir kareeb step kiya, awaaz low aur seductive. "Minal, mujhe afsos hai ki isne tumhe upset kiya. Lekin main khud ko rok nahi paaya. Tour ke baad se, jab maine tumhe apne bete ke saath hasste hue dekha, jis tarah tumhara sharir un kapdon mein move karta tha - woh full, heavy breasts, woh incredible badi gaand jab tum chalti thi - main captivated ho gaya. Tum itni sundar ho, itni graceful, itni... mujhe gair-'. ke roop mein forbidden. Main har raat tumhare baare mein fantasize karta tha." 

Meri maa shocked thi lekin usne sunna jaari rakha. 

"Har raat main tumhe soch kar masturbate karta tha. Maine tasveer isliye bheji kyunki mujhe ummeed thi ki shayad tum bhi curious ho. Jis tarah tum tour par kabhi kabhi mujhe dekhti thi... maine socha shayad tumhe bhi wahi spark mehsoos hota. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho. Main jaanta hoon tum '. ho. Lekin dil - aur sharir - jo chahta hai woh chahta hai. Tumhara pati lucky aadmi hai, lekin main tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar paata. Woh tasveer tumhe dikhane ke liye thi ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh seductive hona shuru kiya, chhote instances mein kareeb aata hua. Pehle, usse paani ka glass deta hua, uski ungliyan usse brush karti hui, itna kareeb khada hua ki woh uska cologne sungh sakti thi. "Tum thirsty lag rahi ho, minal. Relax." 

Usne peeche step kiya. "Dhruv, peeche hato. Distance rakho." 






Usne gently muskuraya, jaise gentleman, lekin uski aankhein bold thi. "Itni tense kyun? Hum bas baat kar rahe hain." Doosri baar usne deewar par tour ki photo ki taraf ishaara kiya - usme woh muskurati hui - aur seedha uske peeche khada ho gaya, uski peeth ko almost touch karta hua, uski saans uske gale par. "Park mein yeh moment yaad hai? Tum stunning lag rahi thi." 

Usne uske sharir ki garmi mehsoos ki. "Peechhe hato, dhruv. Please. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda aurat hoon." 

Usne door nahi hataya. Usne usse tease kiya, tasveer ki yaad dilate hue. "Lekin tumne pichhle raat meri tasveer itni der dekhi, hai na? Maine tumhare reply se bata liya. Mera lauda - bada, mota, hard sirf tumhare liye. Nas ubhri hui, sir swollen. Tumhare accustomed se bada, main daav lagata hoon. Inkaar mat karo ki isne tumhe affect kiya. Isliye tum akeli yahaan aayi, mere ghar, jabki tum nahi chahti thi. Tumhare andar ka kuch hissa ise phir se dekhna chahta tha... ya mehsoos karna." 

Maa ka chehra gehra laal ho gaya. "Nahi! Maine turant delete kar diya. Isne mujhe disgust kiya. Aur uske baare mein mat baat karo... woh. Mera pati mujhe satisfy karta hai. Mujhe tumhare... tumhare gair-'. laude ya kuch aur mein interest nahi. Abhi right now peeche hato." 

Lekin uski awaaz wavered. Woh daantti rahi, phir bhi woh kareeb raha, gentlemanly posture mein lekin har tarah tease karta hua - halke touches uske haath par "point banane ke liye", jab bolta tha toh lean in karta hua, aankhein uske breasts aur gaand par girti hui, baar baar tasveer aur usne ise kaise dekha tha yaad dilata hua. 

Usne usse multiple baar peeche hatne ko kaha, lekin usne sirf muskuraya, persistent, seductive, charm aur us forbidden tasveer ki yaad se uski defenses todta hua. 

Phir woh lambi incident aayi. Aur back-and-forth ke baad, dhruv ne gently uska haath dono haathon mein le liya. "Minal, mujhe dekho. Sach mein dekho. Tour par maine ek aurat dekhi jo passion deserve karti hai, sirf duty nahi. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari curves, jis tarah tum apne bete ki care karti thi - tum special ho. Maine woh tasveer isliye bheji kyunki maine socha tum mere baare mein usi tarah soch rahi ho. Boldness maaf karo, lekin main tumhe chahta hoon. Main jaanta hoon yeh crazy hai. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho, '., maa. Lekin yeh attraction... yeh asli hai." 

Maa ka haath uske mein kaanp raha tha. Usne khinchne ki koshish ki. "Nahi, dhruv, chhodo. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon. Yeh paap hai. Mera beta, mera pati, mera imaan - sab kuch. Please, chhodo." 

Usne firm pakda, usse kareeb khinchte hue jab tak unke sharir almost touch nahi karne lage. "Lekin tum mere ghar akeli aayi. Tum yahaan mujhe daantti rahi lekin tum nahi gayi. Andar se tumne kuch mehsoos kiya jab tumne pichhle raat mera lauda dekha. Admit karo, kam se kam khud se." 

Woh aur tez kaanpti, apna haath free karne ki koshish karti hui, awaaz crack karti hui. "Nahi... maine nahi... yeh shock tha... mujhe jaane do..." 

Usne nahi chhoda. Usne dheere se lean kiya, doosra haath uski kamar par slide karta hua. "Sirf ek kiss. Dekhne ke liye ki main galat hoon." 

Usne sar ghumaya. "Mat... yeh nahi ho sakta..." 

Lekin usne persist kiya. Uske honth uske mile. Usne pehle resist kiya - muh band, sharir rigid, haath uske seene par weakly push karte hue. "Mmmph... nahi... dhruv..." Usne uske lower lip ko gently nibble kiya, phir zyada insistently. 

Usne gasp kiya, aur uski tongue andar slip ho gayi, uske garam muh ko explore karti hui. Uske resistance dheere dheere pighal gayi. Woh kiss back karne lagi, tongue usse milti hui, ek soft moan khud se nikalti hui. Kiss gehra ho gaya - passionate, hungry. 






Uske haath neeche uski badi gaand par slide hue, full, heavy cheeks ko firmly salwar fabric ke through pakadte hue. Ungliyan naram, jiggly flesh mein dub gayi, squeeze karti hui, knead karti hui, uski hips ko hard uske against khinchti hui taaki woh uska thick erection apne pet mein mehsoos kar sake. 

Usne kiss mein gasp kiya. "Ahh... dhruv... nahi... hum nahi kar sakte..." Lekin uska sharir usse dhokha de raha tha - hips twitching, gaand ke cheeks uske grip mein rippling karti hui jab woh aur zor se squeeze karta tha, thodi si lift aur spread karti hui. Usne plump gaand ko dough ki tarah knead kiya, thumbs cleft mein press karte hue, usse phir se moan karwata hua. 

"Tumhari gaand perfect hai, minal - itni badi, itni naram, mere haathon ke liye bani. Mehsoos karo ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh ab zyada kiss back karti thi, accept karti hui, haath uske shoulders par jaate hue, usse kareeb khinchti hui jabki uska dimag guilt chillata tha. "Yeh galat hai... mera pati... haram... lekin... ahh..." 

Kiss lambi minutes tak chala - tongues dancing, lips sucking, uske haath uski gaand se kabhi nahi hatte, squeeze karte hue, ek baar lightly spanking karte hue, usse jump aur louder moan karwata hua. 

Mere hiding spot se maine sab kuch dekha, mera apna lauda painfully hard, throbbing, underwear mein precum leak karta hua. Main chahta tha ki woh use sofa par hi chode, ki woh bada gair-'. lauda meri maa ki married '. chut ko stretch kare, usse maangte hue sune. 

Cuckold thrill intense tha - main poore time rock hard tha, mushkil se saans leta hua, blink karne se darta hua. 

Ant mein usne gasp ke saath kiss toda, usse door push karti hui. "Kaafi! Yeh nahi ho sakta. Main... mujhe jaana hai." 

Woh face to face khade the, chup, heavily saans lete hue. Pal romantic aur electric tha - aankhein locked, unspoken words hawa mein thick latak rahe the. Uske aankhein shock, chhupi hui lust, crushing guilt se wide thi; uski dark triumph aur hunger se. 

Kamra unke ragged breaths ke siwaye shaant tha. Usne socha: Maine kya kiya? Uske honth itne achhe lage, uske haath meri gaand par... lekin main shaadi shuda hoon, '.... yeh betrayal hai. Lekin dhruv ne socha: Woh meri hai. Usne kiss back kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Khamoshi forbidden desire se bhari hui, battis saal ki '. wife aur mother ke atthavan saal ke gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein claim kiye jaane ka taboo. 

Bina kisi aur shabd ke, maa ne side table se apna purse pakda, ghumi, aur darwaze ki taraf chali. Usne khola aur dopahar ki garmi mein bahar kadam rakha. 






Main backdoor se slip hua, ghar ke side se dauda, aur front par pahuncha jab woh bahar nikal rahi thi, honth abhi bhi swollen aur smudged, dupatta thoda askew, cheeks flushed. Jab usne mujhe path par khada dekha toh woh dead stop ho gayi. 

"Tum?! Tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho? Kya tum poore raaste mujhe follow kar rahe the?" 

Maine apna best innocent face banaya. "Maa! Kya coincidence. Main ek dost se milne ja raha tha jo do lanes door rehta hai - college ka woh ladka yaad hai? Maine tumhe is ghar ki taraf jaate hue dekha aur bahar wait kiya kyunki main pareshan ho gaya. Tumne kaha tha ki jaldi aaogi. Itni der kyun lagi? Aur... tumhare honth... sab smudged hain. Lipstick har jagah. Andar kya hua?" 

Usne instinctively honth chhue, aankhein shock se wide. "Smudged? Yeh... garmi. Shayad maine muh poch liya. Kuch nahi hua. Hum bas baat kar rahe the. Ab ghar chalo right now." 

Maine kareeb step kiya, gently tease karta hua. "Itni der baat ki? Tumhare honth freshly kissed lag rahe hain, maa - swollen, shiny. Kya dhruv ne tumhe kiss kiya? Isliye tum itni zor se saans le rahi ho aur tumhare cheeks laal hain?" 

Woh horrified dikhi, haath phir se muh par udta hua. "Kya? Nahi! Tum aisa soch bhi kaise sakte ho? Tum mera beta ho - itne gande, vulgar thoughts mat rakho! Woh tour se bas ek dost hai. Main usse stupid messages rokne ke liye gayi thi, bas. Kuch aur nahi. Ab yeh bakwas band karo aur ghar chalo." 

Maine nahi chhoda. "Lekin maa, tumhara dupatta messed up hai, tumhara abaya peeche thoda wrinkled hai jaise kisi ne tumhe pakda ho. Aur tum... guilty lag rahi ho. Chalo, sach batao. Usne tumhe touch kiya? Kiss kiya? Maine dekha tha ki tour par woh tumhe kaise dekhta tha." 

Usne desperately digress kiya, awaaz upar neeche hoti hui jab woh sab chhupane ki koshish karti thi. "Yeh baat band karo, mausam ke baare mein baat karte hain. Aaj mausam itna garam hai, hai na? Raste mein cold lassi ke liye rukna chahiye. Subah achhe se khaya? Papa wait kar rahe honge, woh pareshan ho jaate hain jab hum late hote hain." 

Maine dabav daalta raha, andar softly has raha tha jabki mera lauda sab kuch dekhne se semi-hard tha. "Maa, tum har baar jab main kiss ke baare mein poochta hoon toh subject change kar deti ho. Tumhare honth clearly kissing se smudged hain. Admit karo - usne tumhe kiss kiya, hai na? Shayad aur kuch? Tum wahaan lambi der thi. Tumhari badi gaand thodi... handled lag rahi hai." 

Woh aur gehra flush hui, confused, hard try karti hui ki kuch slip na ho. "Koi kiss nahi tha! Tum sab kuch imagine kar rahe ho apne vulgar dimag ki wajah se. Maine usse daanta, usne maafi maangi, main chali aayi. Bas. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain aur tum yeh immediately drop karoge. Main tumhari maa hoon - thoda respect dikhao!" 

Hum kai minutes tak aise back and forth karte rahe - main smudged honth, flushed chehra, andar bitaye time ke baare mein tease karta hua; woh weather, khana, papa, mere studies ki taraf deflect karti hui, apne "bad habit" ko daantti hui jabki uski awaaz kaanpti thi aur woh meri aankhon se nazar hataati thi. 

Woh clearly kiss, ass-grabbing, jis tarah usne moan kiya aur kiss back kiya tha, chhupa rahi thi. Confusion aur guilt uske sundar chehre par saaf likha tha. 

Jaise hi hum jaane ke liye ghume, dhruv ki awaaz open front door se peeche se bulayi. "Minal, ek minute wait karo. Aur tum bhi, young man - andar aao agar tum mujhse theek se baat karna chahte ho." 

Woh wahaan khada tha muskurata hua, confident, bilkul woh aadmi jo abhi apne haath meri maa ki gaand par rakha tha. Maa ghum gayi, shocked, chehra rang se nikalta hua. "Dhruv... main abhi apne bete ke saath ja rahi thi." 

Usne jaldi se uske paas jaakar, itna kareeb khadi hui, urgently fasa fasa ki main sun na saku: "Dhruv, please - mera beta yahaan hai. Andar jo hua uske baare mein kuch mat batao. Woh kuch nahi jaanta. Yeh hamara secret rehna chahiye. Agar tum ek shabd bhi kaho, main kasam khaati hoon ki main tumse kabhi nahi baat karungi. Yeh galti thi - main sirf tumse confront karne aayi thi. Bas." 

Dhruv ne reassuringly, awaaz calm, fasa fasa kaha. "Relax, minal, meri love. Tumhara secret safe hai. Main kuch nahi bataunga. Lekin hum dono jaante hain ki yeh galti nahi thi - tumne bhi mehsoos kiya." Usne uske shoulder par gently touch kiya, comfortingly. "Aao, dono. Welcome, chai lete hain." 

Maa ne dheere se uska haath apne se hataya, peeche step karti hui. "Mat... mujhe aise touch mat karo." Phir usne mujh par forced, bright smile ke saath ghumi. "Beta, theek hai. Agar tum chahte ho toh andar aa kar usse mil sakte ho. Lekin main ghar wait karungi, late mat hona ok?" Maine kaha ok maa. 

Usne jaate hue kaha ki usse papa ke paas ghar jaana hai. Dhruv aur main door par khade usse jaate hue dekhte rahe. 

Uski badi, gol gaand har kadam ke saath heavily hilti thi, peach fabric un plump cheeks par stretch aur ripple karta hua, hypnotic aur perfect. Dhruv ne saans ke neeche mutter kiya, "Damn... dekho us gaand ko. Itni juicy, itni fuckable. Woh perfect hai." 






Maine nod kiya, aankhein usi sight par glued. "Haan. Aur tumne kuch minute pehle apne haath us par rakhe the." 

Jaise hi woh nazar se door ho gayi, main dhruv ki taraf ghuma. "Maine sab kuch dekha. Main backdoor se andar chhupa tha jo tumne mujhe bataya tha. Haath pakadna, lambi baat, tum uski badi gaand ko pakadte hue jab usse kiss kiya. Mera lauda poore time itna hard tha - main almost pants mein cum kar chuka tha apni hi maa ko tumhare dwara seduce hote hue dekhte hue." 

Dhruv ne wide muskurate hue, mere shoulder par haath maara. "Maine socha tha ki tum dekh rahe ho - isliye maine backdoor mention kiya. Tumhari maa incredible hai, itni responsive. Usne kiss back kiya, moan kiya jab maine us fat gaand ko squeeze kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Agli baar woh is gair-'. laude ke liye maangti hui wapas aa jaayegi, aur tum mujhe usse properly chodte hue dekhoge - gehra, hard, jab tak woh apne pati ka naam bhool na jaaye." 

Maine grin kiya, promise par lauda phir se twitch karta hua. Game abhi shuru hua tha.