Mamta ek Muse : Chapter 1

[Mamtaa]

Scene – Pehli Private Date 

Rohan ka flat chhota tha, par usne poori jaan laga di thi. Bedsheet badli hui — navy blue, ekdum crisp fold ke saath. 4 beer bottles kitchen counter pe rakhi hui, dono thandi, dono pe jaise oss ki boondein. Kuch packet chips, ek bowl mein nikal ker rakhi hui namkeen. Usne teen baar curtains adjust kiye the. Chauthi baar apne phone mein Mamta ka last message padha: *"Reaching in 10 :)"*

Smiley face. Dil garden-garden.

Doorbell baji toh Rohan ka haath latch pe pahunchte-pahunchte do baar fisla. Usne darwaza khola.

Mamta khadi thi — sexy pink kurti, white and pink chunni jo uske kandhon se dheere-dheere sarak rahi thi, aur woh smile jo Rohan ko har baar chupke se sochne pe majboor kar deti thi ki *yaar, yeh ladki mere saath kaise hai?*

"Hii handsome," Mamta boli, aankhon mein vahi chamak jo sirf pehli date ko hoti hai.

"Hi Mamta, ander aao na." Rohan side hua, uski aawaz thodi tight.

Mamta ne andar kadam rakha aur bina ruke, bina soche, Rohan ki taraf mud kar use ek tight hug mein lapet liya. Uske haath Rohan ki peeth par the, ekdum warm, ekdum solid. Phir usne peeche hat kar Rohan ke gaal par halka sa kiss diya — left cheek par, theek jawline ke paas.

Rohan ka gaal gulabi ho gaya. Literally.

"Achha lag raha hai tumhara flat," Mamta boli, chunni ko kandhe pe theek karte hue. "Bada tidy hai."

"Mummy ne bachpan se aadat daal di," Rohan bola, darwaza band karte hue. Uski aankhein Mamta ke chehre par thi, par mann mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha — *usne mujhe hug kiya. Mere gaalon pe kiss kiya. Gaal pe kiss*

Mamta sofa par baith gayi, Rohan kitchen counter ki taraf. Usne do beer bottles kholin — caps fridge magnet ke neeche dab ke padi thi — aur ek Mamta ki taraf badha di.

"Tum beer peeti ho na?" Rohan ne hichickate hue poochha, jaise abhi bhi sure na ho.

"Haan babe, peeti hoon, *itni bhi sanskari nahi hu mai*. Tumhara akele peene ka man hai kya saari bottle? "

Rohan: "Nahi nahi, matlab—"

"Mazak kar rahi hoon, Rohan." Mamta ne bottle li, uski thandak apni hatheli mein mehsoos ki. "Cheers."

Bottles tap hui.

Baatein shuru hui — office ki politics, Rohan ki nayi bike, Mamta ka woh colleague jo roz chai break ke bahaane uski seat ke paas mandrata hai. Rohan hans raha tha, par uski aankhein baar-baar Mamta ke honthon par ja rahi thi. Uski hasi mein woh baat thi jo Rohan ko andar tak hila deti thi. Kuch aisa jo use samajh nahi aata tha, bas mehsoos hota tha. Use toh ye sab ek sapna lag rha tha ki Mamta usse milne uske flat par aayi hai.

"Tumhe pata hai," Mamta boli, bottle sofa ke armrest par rakhte hue, "tumhare saath time ajeeb tarah se fast lagta hai. Pata nahi kyun."

Rohan: "Acchi baat hai na?"

Mamta: "*Haan. Shayad.*"

Mamta ki aankhon mein kuch pal ke liye thehraav aaya. Rohan ne dekha par poochha nahi.

Mamta apni beer khatam kar chuki thi. Rohan ki bottle aadhi bhari thi. Rohan ne speaker me romantic songs lga diye. Mahol pura set tha. Sharab thi, shabab thi aur Rohan ka dil jor jor se dhadak rha tha. Reason? Kyoki Mamta ne apni chunni utar ker side me rakh di thi aur wo dono ek hi sofe par baithe hue the aur dono ke bich bhot kam gap tha. Iski vajah se mamta ke perfume ki khusboo rohan ko pagal kr rhi thi. Chunni na hone ki vajah se use mamta ke collarbone dikh rhe the, uski halki cleveage dikh rhi thi aur na chahte hue bhi wo hard ho rha tha. Rohan soch rha tha ki Mamta ne agar ye dekh liya toh wo naraj ho skti hai. 

Achanka Mamta ne apni dusri beer peete hue rohan ki taraf dekha -

"kya hua tumhe? "

Rohan ghabra gya. Use lga uski chori pakdi gyi. Usne stammer krte hue pucha -

"K..kya ? " 

Mamta: "are abhi tak 1 bottle nhi khali hui tumse ? idhar aao, mai btati hu kaise peete hai "

Rohan ko ye sun ker thoda bura lga kyoki Ab ek mard ko aise bolenge toh bura toh lagega hi. Par isi bahane use mamta ke karib sarkane ka mauka mil gya. Wo aadhi bottle bhi use chad gyi thi aur wo turant mamta ki taraf sarak gya aur apne dusra hath uski kamar me dal liya. Mamta rohan ki daring dekh ker ander hi ander bhot khus hui. Uski sookhi panty ab shyd geeli hone vali thi. Usne apni beer rakhi aur rohan ki beer ke neeche hath lagate hue use Pilane lgi jaise ki use sikha rhi ho -

"aise pi jao bina soche baby, nahi toh khaki kaise hogi "

Rohan ke liye ye pal bhot humiliating tha. Uski gf jo usse young hai wo use beer peena sikha rhi thi. Wo dono kadwe ghut ek sath pi gya. Tabhi use ek dum se khasi hone lgi aur usne turant bottle hata di aur muh par hath lga liya. Agle hi pal Mamta ne apni chunni uthayi aur usse Rohan ke lips saaf krne lgi. Mamta ki reshmi chunni aur usme se aati mehak ( mamta apne kapdo par bhi perfume lagati thi jaise ki pehle btaya tha ) se rohan fir se excited hone lga. Mamta kisi Mommy ki tarah uska dhyan rakh rhi thi. 

"Ruko tumhare yaha bhi lga hai kuch.." Rohan bola,

"Kaha? " Mamta apne lips par hath laga ker dekhne lgi,

"Ankhe band kro fir btata hu" Rohan ne kaha,

Mamta ankhe band ker leti hai ye sochte hue ki isse kya hoga,

Tabhi agle hi pal Mamta ko apne lips par rohan ke lips feel hote hai, mehaj 1 sec ke liye. He kissed her. 

Mamta srma jaati agar wo bhand na hoti toh. Par aaj mahol dusra tha. Mamta hairani se ek smile ke sath Rohan ko dekhti hai - 

"acha bachhu.." 

Ab rohan srma rha tha. Usne kiss ker toh diya tha lekin uska dil bhot jor se dhadak rha tha. Use dar bhi tha ki kahi Mamta bura na maan jaye. Par mamta ke man me kuch aur hi chal rha tha. 

"Kaisa lga ? " 

rohan ne dheere se ek sip beer lete hue pucha, 

"kya kaisa lga? " mamta boli,

rohan: "hamara pehla kiss "

"ise Kiss thodi kehte hai " Mamta ne bina uski taraf dekhe beer ki sip lete hue kaha,

Ye sun ker rohan ka muh hi utar gya. Use lga tha ki Mamta srmayegi, fir taarif karegi par aisa kuch nahi hua. Ulta wo toh use taunt ker rhi thi. Rohan ne apni insult chhiapte hue ek sweet tone me pucha-

"aur kise kehte hai madam ? " 

Mamta ne koi jawab nhi diya. Usne ek aur sip li aur fir apni bottle side me rakh ker rohan ki taraf ek ada se dekha, aur jab tak rohan smj pata usse pehle ek hath rohan ki garden ke piche le jakar uske hothon uske hontho se lock ker diye.

Rohan ki ankhe kisi ladki ki tarah fati ki fati reh gyi. Use yakin nahi hua ki they are actually kissing in that moment. Mamta ke naram hontho ka taste jaise hi rohan ko mila, usne bhi Mamta ko pakad liya aur ab dono panchi ek dusre ke lips chusne me lg gye. 

Rohan ne mamta ke muh me apni jeebh dalne ki kosis ki lekin mamta ne muh nahi khola. Fir jab mamta ne aisa kiya toh rohan khud ko rok nahi paya aur mamta ki jeebh ko apne muh ke ander jane diya. He was now able to taste her tounge also her saliva on it. It was such a cock hardening experience for him.
Socho ek ladka jisne saari umar bs porn dekhi ho aaj ek ladki use smooch kr rhi thi. Mamta ke badan ki mehak, uske jism ki garmi, aur wo geela geela kiss ye sab ne rohan ki pent me tent bana diya. Wo log karib ek min tak kiss krte rhe. Iss dauran bhot bar Rohan ka man kiya ki wo apne hath Mamta ki peeth se hata ker uski kurti me dabe boobs par rakhe par uske decent version ne use aisa krne nahi diya. Use dar tha ki na jane mamta kaise react kregi.


Fir jaise hi dono hate Mamta thodi srma gyi.
Mamta ne kuch nahi bola. Bas sofe par padi chunni apni gaud me li aur neeche dekhne lgi.

Rohan ko ye sab dekh ker lga ki jaise Mamta se achi aur sanskari ladki use aur koi mil hi nahi skti iss dunia me. Rohan uske karib baitha. Uska haath Mamta ke haath par aaya, ungliyaan intertwine hui. Uska angutha Mamta ki hatheli par circles bana raha tha.

"Tumhe pata hai Mamta," Rohan bola, aawaz dheemi, pyar bhari, "tum bahut beautiful ho. Matlab... aise nahi ki bas acchi dikhti ho. Tumhari aankhon mein kuch hai. Kuch gehra. Kuch soft."

Mamta ne suna. Uski ungliyaan Rohan ke haath mein thi, par uska dimaag kahin aur tha. Rohan ki baatein sweet thi — bahut sweet. Jaise koi filmi hero bolta hai. Jaise woh use kuch delicate samajh raha ho, kuch aisa jo toot sakta hai.

Rohan aage badha. Usne Mamta ke baalon mein haath pherna shuru kiya. "Tumhare baal kitne soft hain. Aur tumhari kurti ka ye color — kitna suit karta hai tum par. Tum Bilkul angel lagti ho." Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha.

Angel.

Mamta ke andar kuch hit hua. Woh angel nahi thi. Woh angel hona nahi chahti thi. Uska mann kiya bole — *Rohan, main koi mitti ki bartan nahi hoon. Tum mujhe aise kyun chhoo rhe hai jaise main toot jaaungi?* Par usne kuch nahi bola. Bas smile ki. Woh smile jo use aati thi — woh wali smile jo office mein kaam aati hai, jo relatives ke saamne kaam aati hai, jo tab kaam aati hai jab andar kuch aur chal raha ho.

Rohan ka haath ab uski kamar par tha. Halka sa. Respectful. "Tension mat lo, Mamta. Main kuch bhi galat nahi karunga. Bas... I want to make you feel good. Comfortable. Safe."

Safe.

Woh word Mamta ke andar ajeeb tarah se utra. Jaise kisi ne AC full blast kar diya ho. Uske andar woh garmi nahi thi jo honi chahiye thi. Uski panty sookhi thi. Uski saanse normal thi. Uske nipples soft the. Rohan ki ungliyaan uski peeth par theek se feel ho rahi thi, par aise jaise koi friend chhoo raha ho na ki Boyfriend.

Aur tabhi Mamta ka dimaag Kirthi ke paas chala gaya.

Kirthi. Jo use kabhi angel nahi bulati. Jo uski aankhon mein dekh kar hasti thi aur kehti thi — *"Randi, tu bilkul decent nahi hai."* Jo uska haath pakad kar apne andar le jaati thi bina permission maange. Jo uski panty utarne se pehle uski saans rok deti thi.

Mamta ke pet me halka sa jaise dard hua. Woh feeling — woh *missing part* — use hit kiya jaise kisi ne andar se kuch kheench liya ho. Rohan jaisi bate kr rh tha, jaisi harkate kr rha tha wo sab se Mamta ki sari hawas utar gyi.

"Rohan, mere tummy me kuch hua hai," Mamta boli, uth khadi hui. "Mai Bathroom hokar aati hu."

"Thik hai, us taraf hai bathroom." Rohan ka haath uski kamar se hata. Uski aankhon mein koi shikayat nahi thi. Woh toh bas Mamta ko jaate hue dekh raha tha — jaise woh kisi painting ko door se dekh raha ho. Ek nazar uski Mamta ke pichwade par chali jati hai. Ufff kya shape thi mamta ke chuttdo ki. Har chaal ke sath uski kurti ka kuch hissa unke bich me dhas ja rha tha. Ise dekh ker rohan ka khada ho gya.

Bathroom ka darwaza band hua. Rohan sofa par baitha raha. Uske dimaag mein Mamta ki kamar thi, uski peeth ka curve jo kurti ke neeche se jhaank raha tha. Uski chunni ab bhi sofa ki armrest par padi thi — woh light pink fabric chunni.

Scene: Bathroom ke bahar — Rohan 

Rohan ne chunni uthayi. Apni ungliyon ke beech se guzari. Kapda soft tha, thanda tha,par Mamta ke perfume ki mehak ab bhi thi. Usne chunni ko apne chehre ke paas le aaya. Aankhein band ki. Mehak li.

*Ahh Mamta ki mehak.*

Uski pant mein tightness badhi. Uska haath apne aap apni thigh par aaya, par usne roka. Nahi. Pehli date hai. Mamta bathroom se aayegi. Woh use strip nahi karega. Woh aisa nahi hai.

Par chunni toh thi. Aur... Mamta ke socks? Rohan ki aankhein Mamta ke jooton par gai — woh shoes jo usne darwaze par utari thi. Paas hi uske socks pade the, ek ball ki tarah lipat kar. Rohan kisi magnet ki tarah gate ki taraf khicha chala aaya.

Phir usne Mamta ke socks uthaye. Woh chhote, girly socks jo usne utare the. Apni ungliyon mein masle. Kapda Mamta ke pairon ko chhoo kar aaya tha. Uski skin ko.

Rohan ka haath apni belt par gaya. Pant ki zip khuli. Usne apna haath andar daala — woh haath jo aadhe ghante pehle Mamta ki peeth par tha, uske baalon mein tha. Usne apna lun_d pakda. Tight. Pura hard.

Aankhein band ki. Mamta ki body yaad ki — uska curve, uski kamar, uski woh girly socks jo uski skin ke against thi. Woh kiss — woh deep smooch jo usne trick se liya tha. Mamta ke hoth. Mamta ki saans.

Usne chunni apne chehre par rakhi. Mehak li. Apna haath tez kiya.

*Mamta.*

*Mamta ki mehak.*

*Mamta ka dupatta.*

Aur phir woh apne andar hi bikhar gaya — Mamta ki chunni aur socks ke saath.

*Ahhh Mamta, Meri Jaan*

Uska manna tha ki Mamta ke sath nahi kr skta lekin uski cheezo ke sath toh kr hi skta hai. Rohan ko pta tha ki use bijli ki speed se action lena hoga agar flush ki awaaj aayi toh.

Tab tak wo apne khade lund ko thoda aaram dena chahta tha. Kuch der usne aise hi mamta ki dono socks ko bari bari se apne lund par lapeta. Wo discharge nahi hua lekin use pta tha uski aaj ki raat bhot haseen jayegi.

Agar wo kr skta toh Mamta se uski socks aur chunni udhaar mang leta aaj raat ke liye. Uska Mamta ke liye pyar ek taraf tha par use apni hawas bhi shant krni thi. 

Aur phir bathroom ka flush hua. Rohan ne jhat se zip band ki, socks feki aur chunni ke sath vapas sofe par aakar baith gya jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Scene: Bathroom — Kirthi ki yaad

Mamta ne bathroom ka darwaza band kiya. Haath sink ke kinare par rakhe. Aaine mein apna chehra dekha — woh chehra jo Rohan ke saamne smile kar raha tha. Par andar? Andar kuch aur chal raha tha.

Usne phone nikala. Kirthi ki chat kholi. Last message Kirthi ka tha: *"Aaj teri date hai. Enjoy kar kutiya. Par yaad rakh — ghar aake mujhe sab batana. Especially the dirty parts."* Uske saath ek wink emoji tha.

Mamta ne type karna shuru kiya: "Kirti, main..."

Phir ruk gayi. Kya likhe? Ki Rohan sweet hai, lovely hai, respectful hai — aur wahi problem hai? Ki uska haath meri peeth par theek tha, par meri pussy mein kuch feel nahi hua? Ki main yahan bathroom mein khadi hoon aur tujhe miss kar rahi hoon?

Usne phone rakh diya. Aankhein band ki. Kirthi ka chehra yaad kiya — uski woh smile, uska woh confidence, uski woh ungliyaan jo kabhi permission nahi maangti thi.

*"Tujhe pata hai teri problem kya hai, Mamta?"* Kirthi ki aawaz uske dimaag mein gunji. *"Tu hamesha logon ko woh banne deti hai jo woh tujhse expect karte hain. Kabhi kabhi tu bann bhi jaati hai jo woh expect karte hain. Par tu woh hai nahi."*

Mamta ki saans tez hui. Usne apni aankhein kholi. Aaine mein dekh kar apni kurti ke upar wale do button khole. Collarbone dikha. Phir haath neeche le ja kar apni thigh ko chhooa — kurti ke upar se.

Aur phir usne socha — Kirthi hoti toh kya karti?

Jawaab simple tha. Kirthi use bathroom ki deewar ke against karti, apna haath Mamta ki palazzo mein daalti, aur uske kaan mein kehti — Tu sookhi kyun hai ran_di? Bta behencho_d. Main wait kar rahi hoon.

Aur bas. Woh thought enough tha.

Mamta ki panty mein garmi bhari. Ek familiar, welcome wetness. Uski saans gehri ho gayi. Uske nipples tight hue, kurti ke kapde ke against rub karte hue. Usne apne haathon ko sink ki thandi marble par rakha aur ek lambi saans li.

Thik hai. Main Kirthi se hi puch leti hu.

Usne apni chunni ke liye haath badhaya — par yaad aaya ki chunni bahar hai.

Thik hai.

Usne Kirthi ko call lga diya....

To Be Continued...