meri ki bachpan ki yaade
mere man me wo din aaj bhi zinda hai – jaise kal hi ki baat ho. Main sirf aath saal ka tha, lekin kuch cheezein dil-o-dimaag mein aise ghar kar jaati hain ki umar bhar nahi bhoolti. Meri mummy, Sarita Iyar – naam sunte hi ek sanskari, seedhi-saadi, bilkul ghar grihasthi wali aurat ka chehra ubharta hai. Unka chehra gora, bade-bade aankhen, hamesha thodi si sharmahat bhari muskaan, aur woh bindi-sindoor jo unki maang mein chamak ke saath unki pavitrata ka ehsaas dilata tha. Log kehte the “Sarita ji toh bilkul devi si dikhti hain”. Par uss din… uss din kuch alag hi hua.Subah-subah gaon jaane ka plan tha. Papa, main aur mummy – teeno ready the. Papa ne apni safed shirt daali, mummy tayyar ho rahi thi. Main chupke se darwaze ke kone se dekh raha tha. Unhone pehle white bra pehni – woh bra thodi tight thi, jaise unke bade-bade boobs ko daboch kar rakhti ho. Nipples ka nishan saaf dikh raha tha fabric mein. Phir unhone hara rang ka backless blouse pehna, itna patla ki peeth bilkul nangi si lagti thi, sirf do patle dori. Uske upar hare rang ki silk saree – pallu dheela-dhaala, peticoat se kamar bilkul patli aur neeche se gaand ekdum gol, curvy. Jab woh chalti thi toh saari ka pallu thoda sa hilta aur unki kamar ki ghera dikhti. Bindi maang mein laal, sindoor laga hua – bilkul traditional bihari bahu.Papa ko office se urgent call aaya. Woh gusse mein phone rakh ke chillaye, “Aaj nahi jaa raha hoon. Kaam hai. Tum logon ko jaana hai toh bus se jao!” Mummy darr gayi, unki aankhen bhar aayi, lekin kuch boli nahi. Papa gusse mein nikal gaye. Mummy ne aankhen ponchhi aur muskurane ki koshish ki, “Chalo beta Aryan, hum dono hi chale jaayenge. Gaon mein nani tumhe bahut pyar karti hain na?”Unhone mujhe god mein uthaya. Hug itna tight ki mera muh seedha unke boobs ke beech mein daba. White bra ke upar blouse mein bhi unke nipples hard the, bilkul chhote-chhote button jaise – mujhe laga jaise koi soft, garam cushion hai. Unhone mere maathe pe, gaal pe, phir hothon pe kiss kiya – hoth itne mulayam, thodi si lipsticks ki khushboo. Main toh bas unki god mein lipta raha. Woh muskura ke boli, “Mera chhota sa sher.”Bus stand pahunchte-pahunchte dopahar ke do baj gaye. Bus aayi – local wali, bilkul khachakhach bhari. Conductor chillaya, “Jaldi chadho bhai, jagah nahi hai!” Mummy ne mujhe pehle chadhaya, last seat ke paas baithaya aur khud khadi ho gayi, mera haath pakad kar. Unhone mujhe apne pairon ke paas baitha diya tha, aur khud side mein rod pakad ke khadi thi.Bus start hui. Pehla jhatka laga aur mummy ka balance bigda. Unke peeche ek ladka tha – lagbhag 28-30 saal ka, sadharan sa chehra, lekin aankhon mein kuch alag si chamak. Usne pehle “Sorry aunty” bola aur apna haath mummy ki kamar pe rakh diya jaise balance banane ke liye. Mummy ne kuch nahi kaha, bas thodi si peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Doosra jhatka laga – ab uska muh mummy ki nangi peeth pe lag gaya, saans unki skin pe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Mummy ne sar jhuka liya.Phir brake laga – zor ka jhatka. Uska haath side se mummy ke left boob ko touch kar gaya, blouse ke side se. Main bilkul saamne baitha dekh raha tha. Mummy ke nipples ekdum khade ho gaye the – blouse ke fabric mein saaf ubhaar dikh raha tha. Unka chehra laal ho gaya, saans tez, lekin woh chup rahi. Bus mein bhajan baj raha tha zor se – “Hare Rama Hare Krishna”, awaaz mein goonj, toh kisi ne notice nahi kiya.Aur log chadhe. Bheed aur badhi. Mummy aur peeche dhakel di gayi – ab woh bilkul us ladke se chipak gayi thi. Main neeche baitha unki saree ka pallu dekh raha tha jo thoda sa side ho gaya tha. Us ladke ne dheere se apna haath mummy ki gaand pe rakh diya. Pehle toh bas touch, phir dheere-dheere dabane laga. Mummy ke chehre pe darr saaf tha – woh aankhen band kar li, hoth dabaye, lekin kuch bol nahi paayi. Uske haath ne mummy ki gaand ko dono taraf se masla, unki silk saree ke upar se hi gol-gol ghumaya.Phir usne mummy ka haath pakda, dheere se apni pant ke upar le gaya aur apne lund ke ubhaar par rakh diya. Mummy chaunk gayi, haath hatane ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se pakad liya.
Mummy darr ke maare sahelane lagi. Us ka lund pant ke andar bilkul sakht ho chuka tha – mota, lamba, jaise koi garam lohe ka rod. Mummy ka haath upar-neeche ho raha tha dheere-dheere. Unki saans tez, aankhen band, chehra laal.Bus ek lamba tunnel mein ghusi. Andhera ho gaya, sirf dim yellow lights. Usne mauke ka faida uthaya – dono haathon se mummy ke boobs ko pakad liya, blouse ke upar se zor-zor se masla. Mummy ek haath se muh daba li taaki awaaz na nikle. Unke nipples ko usne fingers se pinch kiya, ghumaya. Mummy ki saans “uhh… hmm…” jaise nikal rahi thi lekin bhajan ke shor mein dab gayi. Main bilkul saamne baitha dekh raha tha – mera chhota sa bhi khada ho gaya tha, kuch ajeeb si feeling thi.Usne mummy ke kaan mein fusfusa kar kaha, “Aunty, kitne bade-bade hain… kitne mulayam… kisi se bolna mat warna sab dekh lenge.” Mummy ne darr ke maare sirf sar hila diya. Usne phir apni pant ki zip dheere se kholi aur mummy ka haath andar daal diya. Mummy ka haath direct uske garam lund pe pada – bilkul sakht, topi pe geela-geela. Woh mummy ke haath se upar-neeche karwane laga. Mummy ki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh chup thi.Tunnel khatam hua, roshni aayi. Usne jaldi se zip band ki, mummy ka haath chhoda diya. Agle stop pe woh utar gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Mummy ne saans li, pallu theek kiya, chehra ab bhi laal, aankhen neeche. Meri taraf dekha toh muskurane ki acting ki, “Beta thak gaye na? Bas thodi der aur.”Gaon pahunchte-pahunchte mummy bilkul normal lag rahi thi, lekin main jaanta tha – unki bra ke andar nipples ab bhi khade the, saari ka pallu thoda geela sa ho gaya tha paseene se. Raat ko jab nani ke ghar sote waqt unhone mujhe gale lagaya toh unke boobs ab bhi garam-garam lage. Woh mujhe kiss karti rahi, lekin unki saans mein kuch alag si bechaini thi.Aaj bhi jab main band aankhon se sochta hoon toh mummy ka woh darr bhara chehra, unki band aankhen, unka haath us aadmi ke lund pe upar-neeche hote hue… aur unke boobs jo uske haathon mein masle ja rahe the – sab yaad aa jaata hai. Woh din… woh bus ka safar… meri mummy ka woh pehla, anjaan sparsh… kabhi nahi bhoolta
mere man me wo din aaj bhi zinda hai – jaise kal hi ki baat ho. Main sirf aath saal ka tha, lekin kuch cheezein dil-o-dimaag mein aise ghar kar jaati hain ki umar bhar nahi bhoolti. Meri mummy, Sarita Iyar – naam sunte hi ek sanskari, seedhi-saadi, bilkul ghar grihasthi wali aurat ka chehra ubharta hai. Unka chehra gora, bade-bade aankhen, hamesha thodi si sharmahat bhari muskaan, aur woh bindi-sindoor jo unki maang mein chamak ke saath unki pavitrata ka ehsaas dilata tha. Log kehte the “Sarita ji toh bilkul devi si dikhti hain”. Par uss din… uss din kuch alag hi hua.Subah-subah gaon jaane ka plan tha. Papa, main aur mummy – teeno ready the. Papa ne apni safed shirt daali, mummy tayyar ho rahi thi. Main chupke se darwaze ke kone se dekh raha tha. Unhone pehle white bra pehni – woh bra thodi tight thi, jaise unke bade-bade boobs ko daboch kar rakhti ho. Nipples ka nishan saaf dikh raha tha fabric mein. Phir unhone hara rang ka backless blouse pehna, itna patla ki peeth bilkul nangi si lagti thi, sirf do patle dori. Uske upar hare rang ki silk saree – pallu dheela-dhaala, peticoat se kamar bilkul patli aur neeche se gaand ekdum gol, curvy. Jab woh chalti thi toh saari ka pallu thoda sa hilta aur unki kamar ki ghera dikhti. Bindi maang mein laal, sindoor laga hua – bilkul traditional bihari bahu.Papa ko office se urgent call aaya. Woh gusse mein phone rakh ke chillaye, “Aaj nahi jaa raha hoon. Kaam hai. Tum logon ko jaana hai toh bus se jao!” Mummy darr gayi, unki aankhen bhar aayi, lekin kuch boli nahi. Papa gusse mein nikal gaye. Mummy ne aankhen ponchhi aur muskurane ki koshish ki, “Chalo beta Aryan, hum dono hi chale jaayenge. Gaon mein nani tumhe bahut pyar karti hain na?”Unhone mujhe god mein uthaya. Hug itna tight ki mera muh seedha unke boobs ke beech mein daba. White bra ke upar blouse mein bhi unke nipples hard the, bilkul chhote-chhote button jaise – mujhe laga jaise koi soft, garam cushion hai. Unhone mere maathe pe, gaal pe, phir hothon pe kiss kiya – hoth itne mulayam, thodi si lipsticks ki khushboo. Main toh bas unki god mein lipta raha. Woh muskura ke boli, “Mera chhota sa sher.”Bus stand pahunchte-pahunchte dopahar ke do baj gaye. Bus aayi – local wali, bilkul khachakhach bhari. Conductor chillaya, “Jaldi chadho bhai, jagah nahi hai!” Mummy ne mujhe pehle chadhaya, last seat ke paas baithaya aur khud khadi ho gayi, mera haath pakad kar. Unhone mujhe apne pairon ke paas baitha diya tha, aur khud side mein rod pakad ke khadi thi.Bus start hui. Pehla jhatka laga aur mummy ka balance bigda. Unke peeche ek ladka tha – lagbhag 28-30 saal ka, sadharan sa chehra, lekin aankhon mein kuch alag si chamak. Usne pehle “Sorry aunty” bola aur apna haath mummy ki kamar pe rakh diya jaise balance banane ke liye. Mummy ne kuch nahi kaha, bas thodi si peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Doosra jhatka laga – ab uska muh mummy ki nangi peeth pe lag gaya, saans unki skin pe mehsoos ho rahi thi. Mummy ne sar jhuka liya.Phir brake laga – zor ka jhatka. Uska haath side se mummy ke left boob ko touch kar gaya, blouse ke side se. Main bilkul saamne baitha dekh raha tha. Mummy ke nipples ekdum khade ho gaye the – blouse ke fabric mein saaf ubhaar dikh raha tha. Unka chehra laal ho gaya, saans tez, lekin woh chup rahi. Bus mein bhajan baj raha tha zor se – “Hare Rama Hare Krishna”, awaaz mein goonj, toh kisi ne notice nahi kiya.Aur log chadhe. Bheed aur badhi. Mummy aur peeche dhakel di gayi – ab woh bilkul us ladke se chipak gayi thi. Main neeche baitha unki saree ka pallu dekh raha tha jo thoda sa side ho gaya tha. Us ladke ne dheere se apna haath mummy ki gaand pe rakh diya. Pehle toh bas touch, phir dheere-dheere dabane laga. Mummy ke chehre pe darr saaf tha – woh aankhen band kar li, hoth dabaye, lekin kuch bol nahi paayi. Uske haath ne mummy ki gaand ko dono taraf se masla, unki silk saree ke upar se hi gol-gol ghumaya.Phir usne mummy ka haath pakda, dheere se apni pant ke upar le gaya aur apne lund ke ubhaar par rakh diya. Mummy chaunk gayi, haath hatane ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se pakad liya.
Mummy darr ke maare sahelane lagi. Us ka lund pant ke andar bilkul sakht ho chuka tha – mota, lamba, jaise koi garam lohe ka rod. Mummy ka haath upar-neeche ho raha tha dheere-dheere. Unki saans tez, aankhen band, chehra laal.Bus ek lamba tunnel mein ghusi. Andhera ho gaya, sirf dim yellow lights. Usne mauke ka faida uthaya – dono haathon se mummy ke boobs ko pakad liya, blouse ke upar se zor-zor se masla. Mummy ek haath se muh daba li taaki awaaz na nikle. Unke nipples ko usne fingers se pinch kiya, ghumaya. Mummy ki saans “uhh… hmm…” jaise nikal rahi thi lekin bhajan ke shor mein dab gayi. Main bilkul saamne baitha dekh raha tha – mera chhota sa bhi khada ho gaya tha, kuch ajeeb si feeling thi.Usne mummy ke kaan mein fusfusa kar kaha, “Aunty, kitne bade-bade hain… kitne mulayam… kisi se bolna mat warna sab dekh lenge.” Mummy ne darr ke maare sirf sar hila diya. Usne phir apni pant ki zip dheere se kholi aur mummy ka haath andar daal diya. Mummy ka haath direct uske garam lund pe pada – bilkul sakht, topi pe geela-geela. Woh mummy ke haath se upar-neeche karwane laga. Mummy ki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh chup thi.Tunnel khatam hua, roshni aayi. Usne jaldi se zip band ki, mummy ka haath chhoda diya. Agle stop pe woh utar gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Mummy ne saans li, pallu theek kiya, chehra ab bhi laal, aankhen neeche. Meri taraf dekha toh muskurane ki acting ki, “Beta thak gaye na? Bas thodi der aur.”Gaon pahunchte-pahunchte mummy bilkul normal lag rahi thi, lekin main jaanta tha – unki bra ke andar nipples ab bhi khade the, saari ka pallu thoda geela sa ho gaya tha paseene se. Raat ko jab nani ke ghar sote waqt unhone mujhe gale lagaya toh unke boobs ab bhi garam-garam lage. Woh mujhe kiss karti rahi, lekin unki saans mein kuch alag si bechaini thi.Aaj bhi jab main band aankhon se sochta hoon toh mummy ka woh darr bhara chehra, unki band aankhen, unka haath us aadmi ke lund pe upar-neeche hote hue… aur unke boobs jo uske haathon mein masle ja rahe the – sab yaad aa jaata hai. Woh din… woh bus ka safar… meri mummy ka woh pehla, anjaan sparsh… kabhi nahi bhoolta
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