Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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Main apne maa-baap ke sone ke kamre ki khidki ke bahar moti jhaadiyon ke peeche chhupa hua baitha tha. Dopahar ki dhoop meri peeth par garam thi, lekin maine uspar dhyan nahi diya. 


Meri aankhein andar ho rahi ghatna par lagi hui thi. Gajendra ne meri maa ko apne se tight pakad rakha tha. 

Unka chumban gehra aur ganda tha, jeebhein ek dusre ke muh mein slide karti hui dikhai de rahi thi. Geeli awaazein kamre mein bhar rahi thi. Jab woh thoda peeche khincha, uski awaaz zaroorat se bhari hui thi. 

“Shahida… mujhe yeh chut itni zyada yaad aati thi. Har raat main sochta hoon ki yeh meri lund ke charo taraf kitni geeli aur tight ho jaati hai. Mujhe yaad hai jab tu jhadti hai toh yeh mujhe kitna pakadti hai.” 

Meri maa ne sharmai nahi ya nazar nahi modi. Usne usse poori besharmi se jawab diya, uski awaaz neeche aur vasna se bhari hui. 

“Yeh bhi tujhe yaad karti thi, baby. Meri chut kai dino se dhadak rahi thi. Main sochti rehti hoon ki tu ise kaise kholta hai. Hussein koshish karta hai… lekin ab woh bahut kamzor ho gaya hai. Woh do minute ke liye andar dhakel ta hai, kabhi kam, phir khatam ho jaata hai. Woh mujhe tadapta aur khaali chhod deta hai. Tu mujhe us tarike se barbaad karta hai jaisa mujhe chahiye. Tu meri chut ko zinda mehsoos karwata hai.” 

Phir usne cigarette jalaya, usne meri maa ko di, phir maa ne cigarette uske muh par rakhi aur usne pi. Dhuen ke bikharne se pehle hi, usne usse josh se chumna shuru kar diya. Main jaanta hoon ki usne dhuen maa ke muh mein uda diya. 









Yeh shabd mujhe zor se lage. Apni maa ko apne pita ke sexual taur par satisfy na kar paane ke baare mein itni khuli baat karte sun kar mere pure sharir mein shock daud gaya. 

Saath hi, meri patloon mein mera lund dard se phool gaya. Woh jaari rakhi, uski awaaz aur gandi hoti gayi. 

“Kabhi kabhi jab main ,,., padhti hoon, main aankhein band karti hoon aur mehsoos karti hoon ki teri moti lund andar hai. Mujhe pata hai yeh galat hai. Mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki ek achhi patni bano, Khuda se daro, vyabhichar se door raho. Lekin main ruk nahi paati. Tune mujhe itni gandi randi bana diya hai, Gajendra. Main teri virya ke mere andar se behne ke baare mein sochti hoon jabki mujhe ,,., par dhyan dena chahiye.” 

Yeh woh pal tha jab sab kuchh mere liye clear ho gaya. Maine finally samajh liya ki meri maa kitni poori tarah badal chuki thi. Gajendra se milne se pehle, woh sharmili aur sahi thi. 

Woh hamesha apne kapde sahi se pehenti thi, apna veil neat rakhti thi, paanch waqt ,,., padhti thi bina fail hue, aur apne beemar pita ki dheere se dekhbhaal karti thi. 

Agar koi thodi si bhi intimate baat karta toh woh nazar neeche kar leti thi. 

Woh ek farmaabardar, sharmili patni ki tasveer thi. Ab, us sone ke kamre ke beech mein khadi hui thi jo usne apne pita ke saath share kiya tha, woh khuli taur par maan rahi thi ki woh dusre aadmi ke lund ke baare mein ,,., padhte waqt fantasize karti thi. 

Woh ek lund-bhookhi, besharm randi ban chuki thi jo sukh ke liye sab kuchh jokhim mein daalti thi. Yeh contrast mere sir ko ghuma raha tha aur mera lund aur zor se dhadak raha tha. 

Gajendra ne usse phir chuma, is baar zyada rough. Main dekh sakta tha cigarette ke dhuen unke muhon ke beech se nikalte hue jab woh chum rahe the. 

Uske bade haathon mein se ek neeche slide hua aur uski bhari gaand ka ek hissa pakad liya. Usne zor se dabaya, phir haath uthaya aur zor se thappad maara. 

Thwack! 

Awaaz kamre mein goonj gayi. 

Uski naram, halki gaand par ek chamakdaar laal haath ka nishaan turant dikha. 

Mahino pehle ki tarah door hatne ke bajaye, meri maa gehri moan ki aur apni gaand uske haath mein peeche dhakel di, chupke se aur maang rahi thi. 

Gajendra se pehle, woh kisi bhi tarah ki roughness ke baare mein sharmili thi. 

Ab woh ise chahti thi. Thappad ne kuchh usme jagaa diya. Woh aur paas dab gayi, apna sharir uske saath ragadti hui jabki woh stinging flesh ko masalta raha. 

Woh achanak uske saamne floor par ghutnon ke bal gir gayi. Uski harkatein dheere aur jaan boojh kar thi, lagbhag shraddha se. 

Usne dono haathon se upar badha aur uski belt kholi. 

Chamda ne dheemi awaaz ki jab usne use azaad kiya. 

Phir usne uski patloon ka button khola aur dheere zipper neeche khincha. 

Zipper ki metallic awaaz kamre ki khamoshi mein zor se lagi. Usne uske underwear mein haath daala aur dheere se uska mota, bhari lund bahar nikala. 

Woh pehle se hi poora khada tha, shaft mota aur veins wala, head suja hua aur virya se chamakta hua. Usne dono haathon se uske charo taraf lapet liya. 

Dono haathon ke bawajood, abhi bhi lambai baaki thi. 

Usne dheere dheere usko stroke karna shuru kiya, base se tip tak, upward stroke par apni wrists ko dheere se ghumaati hui. Aur virya behne laga aur usne use apne haathon ko uski chamdi par smoothly glide karne ke liye use kiya. 

“Ise dekho yeh lund,” usne dheere se kaha, lagbhag khud se baat karti hui. 

“Itna mota… itna bhari. Hussein ka is tarah ka nahi hai. Uska chhota aur naram hai. Yeh itna sakht khada nahi hota. Yeh mere muh ya meri chut ko us tarah nahi kholta jaise tera karta hai. Mujhe vishwas nahi hota ki itna bada cheez mere saare holes mein gaya hai. Mera muh… meri chut… even meri gaand. Yeh kaise fit hua? Tune mujhe chhote cheezon ke liye poori tarah barbaad kar diya hai.” 

Woh poori baat karti hui usko stroke karti rahi, uski aankhein uske lund par mesmerized ki tarah lagi hui thi. Virya ki ek dori uske thumb se head tak har baar connect hoti thi jab woh top par pahunchti thi. 

“Mujhe pata hai mujhe kya sikhaya gaya tha,” woh dheere se jaari rakhi. “Vyabhichar ek bada paap hai. Mere parents ne mujhe sharmili hone ke liye, apni izzat bachane ke liye, wafadar rahne ke liye sikhaya. Main pehle dusre aadmi ke baare mein soch kar bhi itna guilty mehsoos karti thi. Lekin ab… main rukna nahi chahti. Main teri gandi chhoti randi ban chuki hoon aur mujhe yeh pasand hai. Main is feeling ko guilt se zyada choose karti hoon. Main tera lund choose karti hoon.” 

Gajendra ne groan kiya aur apna ek haath uske sir ke peeche rakha. 

Usne apna muh khola aur suje hue head ko apne lips ke beech le liya. Uske baad, woh poori sentences mein nahi boli. Woh sirf naram, geeli, moaning awaazein karti rahi apne lund ke charo taraf kaam karte hue. 






Woh sirf head ko chusne se shuru ki, uske gaal andar khinchte hue dheemi suction lagate hue. Uski jeebh sensitive ridge ke charo taraf dheere se ghumti rahi, uska swaad leti hui. Phir usne apna sir hilana shuru kiya, har baar thoda aur lambaai andar leti hui. 

Moti thook uske shaft par lag gayi aur uske haathon par tapakne lagi. Woh ek pal ke liye alag hui taaki apni jeebh ko base se tip tak lambi, dheeri lick mein chala sake, chamakdaar nishaan chhodti hui. 

Usne uske ek bhari balls ko apne garam muh mein chus liya, uske charo taraf moan karti hui jabki uska haath shaft ko stroke karta raha. Usne doosre ball par switch kiya, use bhi wahi geela dhyaan diya. 

Jab usne apna lund wapas muh mein liya, usne gehra jaane ki koshish ki. Jab head uske gale ke peeche laga toh usne dheemi se gagged, lekin woh hat i nahi. Usne relax kiya aur thoda aur liya, uski aankhein thodi paani se bhari hui. 

Usne ek haath se us hisse ko stroke kiya jo woh fit nahi kar paayi jabki uska muh aur jeebh baaki par kaam karte rahe. 

Geeli, ashleel chusne ki awaazein kamre mein bhar gayi. Har baar jab woh peeche khinchti, spit ki dori uske lips se uske lund tak connect hoti thi. 

Woh lagatar moan karti rahi — neeche, zaroorat wali awaazein jo uske shaft par vibrate karti thi. 

Mera phone meri jeb mein vibrate kiya. Maine uspar sahi se nazar bhi nahi daali. Shayad Jabir phir se tha. Maine poori tarah ignore kar diya. Main bahut door chala gaya tha. Apni maa ko apne pita ke sone ke kamre mein dusre aadmi ke lund par ghutnon ke bal, thookti hui aur moan karti hui dekhna mera junoon ban gaya tha. 






Main poori tarah depraved ban chuka tha. Apni sharmili, '. maa ko is lund-pooja karne wali randi mein badalte hue dekhne ka taboo thrill kisi bhi normal sahi galat ke sense se zyada strong tha. 

Mujhe har detail dekhna tha. Mujhe har awaaz sunni thi. Kuchh aur matter nahi karta tha. 

Gajendra ki saans bhari hoti gayi. Usne dheere se usko apne lund se alag kiya. 

“Apna muh kholo aur apni jeebh bahar nikaalo,” usne hukum diya. 

Usne turant maana, apna chehra upar uthate hue. 

Moti virya ki dori uske lund se uske gaalon, lips par shoot hui, aur ek spurt uske dark pink veil ke kinare par gir gaya. 

Kuchh uske seene par tapka. Woh poori tarah satisfied dikhi, jo kuchh pahunch sake use jeebh se chat te hue. 

Usne jaldi baaki kapde utaar diye jab tak woh poora nanga khada nahi ho gaya. Phir usne usko uthaya aur bistar tak chhote faasle par le gaya. Usne neeche haath badha aur apni light pink silk shirt sar ke upar se nikaal kar alag fenk di. 

Woh sirf apna dark pink veil pehne hue thi. 

'. sir dhakne wala kapda abhi bhi sahi jagah par hone ka nazara jabki baaki sharir exposed aur use kiya ja raha tha, scene ko aur intense bana deta tha. 

Woh bistar par peeth ke bal let gayi, taangein naturally khul gayi. Gajendra uski thighs ke beech gaya aur bina hichkichahat ke apna muh uski chut par le gaya. 

Usne jaldi nahi ki. Usne dheere, chaudi licks se shuru kiya uske bahari lips ke saath, uski geeli chat te hue. Phir usne ungliyon se dheere se usko khola aur apni jeebh ko flat aur firm uske suje hue clit par ghaseeta. 

Usne sensitive bud ko apne muh mein chusa aur tezi se jeebh ke tip se flick kiya. 

Usne apni jeebh andar dhakeli, dheere gehri strokes se usko chodte hue phir wapas clit par circle aur chusne aaya. 

Uski do ungliyaan aasani se uski soaked chut mein slide ho gayi aur upar curl hui, andar us special spot ko stroke karti hui jabki uska muh clit par locked raha. 

Meri maa ki reaction turant aur powerful thi. Uski peeth bistar se sharply arch hui. Uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Ek lambi, tooti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi. 

“Ahhh… Gajendra… teri jeebh itni achhi mehsoos hoti hai… oh Khuda…” 

Woh uske neeche tadapti rahi, uski hips uske chehre ke khilaaf roll aur buck karti hui. 

Ek haath bedsheets ko tight pakadta raha jabki doosra uske baal mein uljha, usko aur paas pakadta hua. Woh still nahi reh paayi. Uski moans zor aur zyada desperate hoti gayi jab woh jaari rakha. 

“Teri jeebh mujhe kabhi bhi mehsoos hui sabse achhi hai,” usne moans ke beech saans leti hui kaha. “Hussein ne kabhi yeh mere liye nahi kiya. Woh hamesha bahut thaka hua ya jaldi hota tha. Tu time leta hai… tu meri chut ki pooja karta hai. Tu mujhe aisa mehsoos karwata hai jaise main tootne wali hoon. Mat rok… please mat rok…” 

Gajendra jaari rakha, pressure aur rhythm badalta hua. Kabhi usne clit par zyada zor se chusa, kabhi lambi dheeri licks ki. 

Uski thighs uske sir ke charo taraf kaanpne lagi. Saaf geeli uske chin aur ungliyon par lag gayi. Woh sukh mein poori tarah kho chuki thi. 

Mera phone is baar ring karne laga. Papa ka naam screen par chamka. 

Maine do second uspar dekha, phir call ignore kar di. Abhi bhi dopahar ka ujaala tha. 

Mujhe farq nahi padta tha ki kaun mujhe reach karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Mujhe sirf yeh dekhna tha ki meri maa apne pita ke bistar par apni chut thoroughly khayi ja rahi thi. 

Lagbhag das minute baad, Gajendra ne finally apna sir uthaya. Uska muh aur chin uski geeli se chamak raha tha. Woh upar aaya aur uski spread legs ke beech ghutnon ke bal baitha. Usne apna mota lund haath mein liya aur uski soaked chut par dheere dheere upar neeche ragadna shuru kiya. 

Usne be-rehmi se tease kiya — head ko uske lips ke beech slide karta hua, clit ke charo taraf circle karta hua, sirf bahut tip andar dhakel ta hua phir wapas bahar nikaalta hua. 

“Ise maang,” usne kaha, uski awaaz neeche aur commanding. “Mujhe bata kitni buri tarah tu chahti hai ki yeh lund tere andar ho.” 

Meri maa ne uski taraf desperate, glassy aankhon se dekha. Usne hichkichahat nahi ki. 

“Please… ise andar daal do. Mujhe tera lund itni buri tarah chahiye. Main poora din iske baare mein sochti rahi hoon. Please mujhe chod, Gajendra. Apni badi moti lund se meri chut ko khol. Main aur intezaar nahi kar sakti. Mujhe abhi chahiye.” 

Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha main kya sun raha tha. Meri maa, jo pehle itni sharmili aur sahi thi, ab khuli taur par dusre aadmi se apne pita ke bistar par chodne ki maang kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne finally aage badha. Uski lund ka mota head uski chut ko kholta hua inch by inch andar gaya. 

Usne zor se saans li, uska muh khula jaise woh apne aap ko bhara hua mehsoos karti thi. Jab woh poora andar gaya, usne hilna shuru kiya. 

Usne shuru se hi zor se usko choda. 

Uski hips powerful, gehri thrusts ke saath aage badhti thi. Uski lund uski soaked chut mein har stroke ke saath geeli, squelching awaaz kamre bhar deti thi. Chamdi chamdi se zor se takraati thi. 

Usne uski taangein chaudi kholi rakhi aur be-rehmi se andar dhakel ta raha. 

Thrusts ki taakat ne uske poore sharir ko jolt aur bounce kar diya bistar par. Uske breasts har impact ke saath hilte the. Woh zor se moan karti thi, ab chup rehne ki koshish bhi nahi karti thi. 

“Haan! Bilkul aise! Mujhe aur zor se chodo!” usne chillakar kaha. 

Usne usko bilkul wahi diya jo woh chahti thi. Uska pace relentless tha — tez, gehra, aur rough. Uske peeth aur kandhon par paseena banana shuru ho gaya. Purana lakdi ka bistar unke neeche zor se hilne laga. 

Headboard deewar se zor se, rhythmic bangs ke saath takraata tha jo kamre mein goonjte the. 

Mattress har powerful thrust ke saath bounce aur creak karta tha. Main asal mein dekh sakta tha bistar ka frame thoda shift ho raha tha taakat se. 

Har baar jab woh usme dhakel ta, ripples meri maa ke naram sharir mein travel karte the. Unke chudai ki geeli awaazein zor aur gandi hoti gayi. 






Main bahar dopahar ke ujaale mein khada tha, apni patloon ka zipper khola hua, apna lund stroke karta hua jabki main dekh raha tha. 

Main apne aap ko duniya ka sabse bura beta mehsoos kar raha tha. 

Meri maa apne pita ke bistar par behosh ki tarah chodi ja rahi thi aur main uske kuchh meter door dopahar ke beech mein uspar muth maar raha tha. Sharm mere andar jali, lekin isne mujhe aur tez stroke karne par majboor kiya. Main nazar nahi hata sakta tha. Main nazar nahi hataana chahta tha. 

Jab Gajendra usko zor se chod raha tha, meri maa achanak bistar ke paas nightstand ki taraf haath badha di. Uska haath framed family photo par pahuncha — jisme mera pita, woh, aur main ek khush din par smile karte dikhaaye gaye the. 

Usne photo utha liya jabki abhi bhi chodi ja rahi thi. Ek chhote second ke liye usne photo dekha, uska chehra sukh se laal aur aankhein unfocused. 

Phir, ek achanak, lagbhag gusse wali harkat se, usne use kamre ke paar fenk diya. Frame zor se floor par laga aur glass zor se tukdon mein toot gaya. 

“Mujhe ab yeh nahi chahiye,” usne thrusts ke beech saans leti hui kaha, uski awaaz tooti hui. “Hussein mujhe us tarah nahi chod sakta jaise tu karta hai. Main ab pretend nahi karna chahti.” 

Toot te hue glass ki awaaz sex ki geeli awaazon aur headboard ke lagatar banging ke saath mix ho gayi. 

Tabhi, front door se zor se knocking aayi. 

“Shahida? Zaid? Kya tum ghar par ho? Darwaza kholo!” 

Yeh mere pita ki awaaz thi. Woh thaka hua lekin insistent laga raha tha. 






Main abhi bhi backyard mein chhupa hua tha. Papa ko shayad koi important cheez bhool gayi thi — shayad uski dawaai ya uska wallet — aur jaldi wapas aa gaya tha. 

Pakde jaane ka achanak, asli khatra ne mera sukh bina kisi warning ke hit kar diya. Main zor se jhada, apni baazu ko kaat te hue chup rehne ke liye jabki moti virya ki dori mere saamne zameen par giri. 

Andar sone ke kamre mein, shock aur panic ne Gajendra ko usi waqt edge par pahuncha diya. 

Usne gehri groan ki aur apne aap ko jitna door ja sakta tha andar daal diya, apni virya meri maa ki chut mein powerful spurts mein pump karta hua. Usne saans li, uski aankhein chaudi ho gayi. 

“Woh yahaan hai… oh Khuda, Hussein yahaan hai!” 

Gajendra surprisingly shaant raha jabki woh usme finish kar raha tha. Usne jaldi bahar nikala, uski virya uski achhe se use ki hui chut se behna shuru ho chuki thi. 

“Ghabrao mat,” usne firmly lekin dheere se kaha. “Abhi ek towel pehen lo. Main living room mein baith jaunga jaise main sirf milne aaya tha. Bilkul normal act karo. Main sirf ek purana dost hoon jo usse dekhne aaya tha. Tumhara pati shak nahi karega.” 

Meri maa bistar se shaky taangon par utar gayi. Usne ek badi pink towel pakdi aur jaldi apne sharir par lapet li. 

Woh abhi bhi apna dark pink veil pehne hue thi, lekin ab thoda tedha tha. Paseena uske gale, seene aur maathe par chamak raha tha. Woh thoroughly fucked dikhti thi — laal, gandi, aur satisfied. 

Usne bistar ko neet karna shuru kiya kyunki poora bistar ganda aur disheveled tha. Meri maa ghabra rahi thi. 






Gajendra ne jaldi apni patloon aur shirt pehen li. Woh living room mein chala gaya aur sofa par baith gaya, casual dikhne ki koshish karta hua jabki woh abhi bhi thoda bhari saans le raha tha. Woh tissue se apna paseena poch raha tha. 

Meri maa front door par gayi, abhi bhi sirf towel aur veil pehne hue. Usne gehri saans li, apne chehre ko shaant karne ki koshish ki, aur darwaza khola. 

“Hussein? Tum itni jaldi kyun wapas aaye?” usne pucha, ek garam lekin thodi shaky smile zabardasti karti hui. “Kya sab theek hai? Main bas shower ke beech mein thi.” 

Papa dheere dheere andar aaye, unki aankhein unke towel mein aur sofa par baith e Gajendra ke beech move karti hui. Dono abhi bhi visibly paseene se bhare hue the. Ghar ki hawa mein sex aur cigarette ki halki lekin clear smell thi. 

“Shahida?” Papa ne kaha, clearly surprised jab unhone usse towel mein dekha. “Tum towel mein kya kar rahi ho? Aur Gajendra bhai, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” 

Gajendra ne sofa se politely smile kiya, relaxed dikhne ki poori koshish karta hua. 

“Main area mein tha aur socha ki tumse milne aa jaaun, Hussein. Aaj tum kaise mehsoos kar rahe ho?” 

Papa ne meri maa ko phir dekha — towel mein khadi hui apne veil ke saath, uski chamdi laal aur thodi geeli — phir living room ke aas paas dekha. 

Woh confused laga, lekin uski bimari ne usko sab kuchh sawal karne mein dheere kiya. 

“Maine ghar par apni dawaai bhool di,” usne dheere se kaha. “Shahida, tum towel mein kyun ho? Aur ghar bahut garam mehsoos ho raha hai… lagbhag suffocating.” 

Maa ne apni awaaz halki aur caring rakhi, lekin main dekh sakta tha uske kandhon mein tension jahaan se main abhi bhi bahar chhupa hua tha. 

“Main shower ke beech mein thi jab tumne knock kiya, jaan. Gajendra abhi kuchh minute pehle pahuncha tha tumse milne. Aao, baitho aur aaraam karo. Main tumhare liye taaza chai banati hoon.” 






Papa ghar mein aur andar chale gaye, abhi bhi puzzled dikhte hue. Woh dheere se ek chair par baith gaye, unki aankhein dono ke beech move karti hui. 

Gajendra ne sofa par peeche jhuk kar, poori tarah normal dikhne ki koshish ki. 

“Tumhe aur aaraam karna chahiye, Hussein. Apne aap ko zyada zor mat do.” 

Papa ne thak kar sir hila diya lekin meri maa ko towel mein dekhte rahe. 

Main bahar thodi der aur chhupa raha, mera dil abhi bhi sab kuchh hone se tez dhadak raha tha. 

Jab lag raha tha ki cheezein abhi ke liye shaant ho gayi hain, maine finally kaanp te haathon se apna phone nikaala. 

Saare pehle ke vibrations aur ringing papa ki taraf se the. 

Unke multiple missed calls the. Woh humein reach karne ki koshish kar raha tha jabki main meri maa ko unke sone ke kamre mein chudte hue aur creampie hote hue dekhne mein busy tha. 

Maine dheere se apni saans ke neeche gaali di. 

Kyunki maine sab kuchh ignore kiya tha meri randi maa ko dekhne ke liye, maine apne pita ke calls poori tarah miss kar diye the. 

Ab, close call aur andar jo kuchh hua uske baad, ek thandi dar mere pet mein bas gayi. 

Mujhe ek buri feeling thi ki meri maa aaj asal mein divorce ho sakti hai. 

Agla hissa jaanne ke liye jude raho.