Pichla bhaag padhe:- Maa-Beta: Ek naya aayam-4
Maa-beta sex story ka agla part-
Rahul: “Sorry… Maaf karna Maa… main behak gaya tha. Aapka jism itna naram hai ki mujhe darr lagta hai kahin main ise tod na du. Main abhi seekh raha hu na…”
Usne jhuk kar us jagah par bade pyaar se, makhmal ki tarah naram hontho se ek kiss kiya jahan usne zor se pakda tha. Uska sparsh ab hawa ke jhonke jaisa halka tha.
Rahul: “Kya ab theek hai?”
Bhavna ne raahat ki saans li aur Rahul ke baalon mein ungliyan ferte hue muskurayi. Usne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur ek teacher ki tarah samjhaya.
Bhavna: “Haa… ye hui na baat. Yaad rakhna baby, aurat ka jism koi ladayi ka maidan nahi hai. Ye ek mandir hai. Ise poojna padta hai, lootna nahi. Agar tum makkhan ko zor se dabaoge to wo hath se fisal jayega, lekin agar pyaar se sehlaoge… to wo pighal kar tumhare hatho mein sama jayega.”
Usne Rahul ka hath pakad kar wapas apne blouse ke hooks ki taraf le gayi jo abhi bhi aadhe khule the.
Bhavna: “Tum ‘chhipe hue khazane’ dhoondh rahe the na? To chalo… sabse bada khazana abhi bhi is kapde (blouse) ke andar qaid hai. Ise azaad karo… lekin dheere se. Jaise kisi keemti tohfe (gift) ko khola jata hai.”
Maine bina kisi hichkichahat ke apna chehra aage badhaya aur uske hontho ke kone par aayi us laar (saliva) ko apni jeebh se chaat liya. Uska swaad namkeen aur nasha dene wala tha.
Bhavna: “Mmmm… Rahul… tum sach mein…”
Wo apna sentence poora nahi kar payi. Bas masti mein apni gardan peeche ludhka di. Maine mauke ka faida uthaya aur wapas uske blouse ki taraf dhyan diya. Jo ‘rukawat’ mujhe pareshan kar rahi thi, ab use hatane ka waqt aa gaya tha.
Maine bache hue hooks ko ek-ek karke khol diya.
Tich… Tich… Aakhri hook khulte hi blouse poori tarah dheela pad gaya. Maine dheere se use uske kandhon se neeche sarka diya aur use uski baahon se alag kar diya.
Ab wo mere saamne sirf apni bra mein thi. Kaali (Black) rang ki bra uske gore jism par kisi jaadu ki tarah lag rahi thi. Uske bhaari boobs bra ke cups mein qaid hone ke bawajood upar se uchhalne ko taiyaar the. Uski cleavage ki gehrayi ab aur bhi saaf aur katilana lag rahi thi.
Bhavna (Bhaari saanson ke sath meri aankhon mein dekhte hue): “Lo… pehli deewar gir gayi. Kaisa lag raha hai ab?”
Bhavna ki is baat ne, ki wo kayi mardon ke sath so chuki thi, aur is bistar par kayi log aa chuke the, Rahul ko daraya nahi, balki uske andar ek ajeeb si jalan aur ek naya junoon paida kar diya. Use laga ki aaj use un sab mardon ke nishaan is aurat ke jism aur dimaag se mita dene hai.
Rahul ne Bhavna ke chehre ko apne dono hatho mein thama aur uski aankhon mein gehrayi se dekha.
Rahul: “Mujhe isse koi farak nahi padta ki is bistar par kaun aaya aur kaun gaya. Bhool jao un sab ko. Unhone sirf tumhare jism ko chhua hoga, apni hawas mitayi hogi… lekin main… main tumhari rooh (soul) tak utarna chaahta hu.”
Usne Bhavna ke sawal ka jawab bade hi hak se diya.
Rahul: “Main tumhara beta hu, kyunki main tumhari izzat karta hu aur tumhe poojta hu. Lekin main tumhara premi bhi hu. Kyunki main tumhe wo khushi dena chaahta hu jo aaj tak kisi mard ne nahi di. Main dono hu Bhavna… Main tumhara ‘sab kuch’ banna chaahta hu.”
Bhavna ye sun kar emotional ho gayi, uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Aaj pehli baar kisi ne uske ‘charitra’ par sawal uthane ke bajaye use apnaya tha.
Rahul: “Agar tum phatne wali ho… to phat jao. Main tumhe sambhaal loonga. Bas ab is aakhri parde ko hata do.”
Rahul ne apne hath Bhavna ki peeth par le jaa kar bra ke hook ko pakda. Bhavna ki saansein atak gayi.
Bhavna: “Haa… Tod do ise… mujhe azaad kar do Rahul.”
Bra ka hook khul gaya. Kaali bra dheeli ho kar aage ki taraf girne lagi. Rahul ne dheere se straps ko kandhon se utara aur bra ko hata kar fenk diya.
Ab nazara bilkul saaf tha. Bhavna ke vishal, gore aur bade-bade boobs poori tarah se azaad hokar Rahul ki aankhon ke saamne the. Unke nipples gulabi aur akad kar sakht ho chuke the.
Rahul (Hairani aur chaahat se dekhte hue): “Hey bhagwan… Maa… ye to… ye to sach mein kisi khazane se kam nahi hai.”
Main abhi uske khule hue khazane (boobs) ko dekhne mein hi khoya hua tha ki achanak uske is hamle ne mujhe hila diya. Main hakka-bakka reh gaya.
Rahul: “Bhavna… ruko… ye kya…”
Lekin wo sunne ke mood mein nahi thi. Usne badi besharmi aur haq se mere underwear ke elastic ko kheencha aur apna naram lekin mazboot hath seedha andar daal diya.
Jaise hi uski garam hatheli ne mere tanaav-purna aur lohe jaise sakht lund ko chhua, meri aankhein palat gayi. “Ahhh…!”
Usne wahan andar hi use apni mutthi mein jakad liya. Uski pakad mein ek tajurba (experience) tha. Wo use sirf pakad nahi rahi thi, balki use toal (measure) rahi thi. Usne anguthe se mere ‘top’ ko ragda, jisse mere poore shareer mein jhanjhanahat daud gayi.
Bhavna (Meri aankhon mein dekhte hue, shaitani muskaan ke sath): “Kyun? Darr gaye? Abhi to badi-badi baatein kar rahe the ki ‘Main mard hu’, ‘Main sambhaal loonga’. Ab jab maine tumhare ‘mard’ ko pakda hai to tum kaamp rahe ho?”
Usne ek jhatke se mera underwear neeche kar diya aur mere lund ko azaad kar diya. Wo ab poori shaa se uske saamne khada tha, phoola hua, nasse ubhri hui aur laal.
Bhavna ne use dekha, fir meri aankhon mein dekha, aur apni jeebh apne hontho par feri.
Bhavna: “Mmm… Lagta hai tumhara ye sathi mujhse milne ke liye bahut pehle se betaab tha. Dekho kaise salaam thok raha hai apni nayi ‘Maa’ ko. Waise… ye sach mein kaafi bada hai… shayad meri ummeed se bhi zyada.”
Bhavna ke chehre par ek vijayi muskaan (victorious smile) phail gayi. Rahul ka ye kabool-!ama (confession), ki wo uske liye din-raat tadapta tha aur uski tasveeron ko dekh kar din mein teen-teen baar karta tha, uske aurat hone ke ahankaar (ego) ko santusht kar raha tha.
Bhavna: “Teen-teen baar? Baap re… itna ‘material’ barbaad kiya tumne meri tasveeron par? Chhote shaitan… agar mujhe pata hota ki tumhare andar itni aag hai aur tumhara ‘auzaar’ itna damdaar hai, to main tumhe pehle hi apne paas bula leti.”
Usne Rahul ki maang poori karte hue apni mutthi ko aur kass liya. Uska hath ab Rahul ke lund par tezi se upar-neeche hone laga. Uski naram hatheli aur ungliyan Rahul ki sakht skin par ragad kha rahi thi, jo Rahul ko pagal kar raha tha.
Rahul: “Ahhh… Haa… Maa… waise hi… Uff… aapka hath jaadu hai… please rukna mat…”
Bhavna ne jhuk kar Rahul ke lund ke ‘top’ (supada) ko dekha, jahan se halka sa chipchipa paani (pre-cum) nikal raha tha aur chamak raha tha. Usne apni ungli se use chhua aur poore ‘top’ par faila diya taaki aur chiknahat ho jaye.
Bhavna: “Dekho… abhi to maine theek se shuru bhi nahi kiya aur tum rone lage. Ye ‘aansu’ bata rahe hai ki tum kitne bhare hue ho. Aaj main tumhe poora khali karungi Rahul… aaj tumhara ye saara ‘pyar’ naali mein ya tissue paper par bekar nahi jayega.”
Fir usne apne nange seene (breasts) ko thoda aage kiya aur Rahul ki aankhon mein dekhte hue hukm diya.
Bhavna: “Tumne kaha tha na ki tum meri photo dekh kar karte the? To ab aankhen kholo… Asli Bhavna tumhare saamne nangi khadi hai, tumhara lund pakde hue. Ab dekho mujhe… mere boobs ko dekho, mere chehre ko dekho… main dekhna chaahti hu ki haqeeqat mein tum mujhe dekh kar kaise tadapte ho.”
Rahul ka hath kapkapate hue apne hi lund par gaya. Ye uske liye behad sharamnaak tha, lekin sath hi utna hi uttejak bhi. Usne hamesha band kamre mein, andhere mein, ya computer screen ke saamne chhip-chhip kar ye kiya tha. Lekin aaj, tez roshni mein, us aurat ke saamne khade ho kar khud ko chhoona jiske sapne wo dekhta tha, ye kisi dhamake se kam nahi tha.
Rahul: “Haa… main besharam hu… lekin aapne mujhe pagal bana diya hai Maa… Ahhh…”
Usne apni mutthi kass li aur upar-neeche karna shuru kiya. Shuru mein uski gati dheemi thi, kyunki wo Bhavna ki aankhon mein dekhne se darr raha tha.
Bhavna ne dekha ki Rahul abhi bhi hichkicha raha tha. Usne apne dono hath apni kamar par rakhe aur apni nangi chhaati ko garv se aage ki taraf ubhaar diya. Uske bade-bade boobs hil gaye.
Bhavna: “Meri aankhon mein dekho Rahul! Neeche mat dekho. Agar tum ek taak-jhaak karne wale (voyeur) ho, to aaj jee bhar ke dekho. Ye koi JPEG image nahi hai jo zoom karne par phat jayegi. Ye asli maans hai… garma-garam aur naram.”
Usne apne ek hath se apne bhare hue breast ko neeche se support diya aur use upar ki taraf dhakela.
Bhavna: “Dekho… ise dekho. Tum computer screen par ise chhoo nahi sakte the. Lekin yahan tum meri garmahat mehsoos kar sakte ho. Apne hath ki speed badhao… mujhe dikhao ki tum mujhe dekh kar kitne pagal ho sakte ho.”
Rahul ki saansein bhaari hoti gayin. Bhavna ka wo visual, wo nangi chhati, wo akadte hue nipples, aur wo katilana muskaan, uske dimaag ki nasse faad rahi thi. Uska hath ab tezi se chalne laga.
Rahul: “Ohh… Bhavna… ye… ye kisi bhi photo se behtar hai… Uff… main pagal ho jaunga…”
Bhavna: “Haa… ho jao pagal. Yahi to main chaahti hu. Tumhari saari gandi fantasies ko aaj main haqeeqat mein badal doongi, taaki tum dobara kabhi screen ki taraf na dekho. Sirf meri taraf dekho.”
Rahul ne apne kampkapate hatho se us thook ko apne poore lund par failana shuru kiya. Bhavna ka thook garam aur chipchipa tha, bilkul kisi mehange lubricant jaisa, lekin Rahul ke liye ye kisi ‘amrit’ se kam nahi tha.
Jaise hi usne apni hatheli se us geelapan ko lund ki jad (base) se lekar ‘top’ tak masla, ek chhap-chhap ki aawaz aayi. Ye awaaz behad ashleel thi, lekin is waqt kamre mein yahi sangeet tha.
Rahul: “Ahhh… Maa… ye… ye to sach mein jannat hai. Aapka thook… uff… aisa lag raha hai jaise aapka muh hi mujhe chhoo raha hai.”
Bhavna bed par peeche tek lagaye baithi thi, uske pair faile hue the aur wo bade gaur se Rahul ko dekh rahi thi. Rahul ki baat sun kar usne apni gardan peeche ki aur ek madhoshi bhari hansi hassi.
Bhavna: “Sirf thook se itna maza aa raha hai? Bechara… kitna pyasa hai. Lekin rukna mat… us awaaz ko suno… chhap-chhap… ye awaaz mujhe bata rahi hai ki mera thook tumhare lund par kitna achi tarah kaam kar raha hai.”
Fir Bhavna ne dheere se apne dono hath uthaye aur apne bhaari, nange stanno (boobs) par rakh diye.
Bhavna: “Tum wahan khud ko maza de rahe ho… to main yahan akeli kyun rahu? Dekho Rahul… dekho main tumhare liye kya kar rahi hu.”
Usne apni ungliyon se apne nipples ko pakda aur unhe masalna shuru kar diya.
Bhavna: “Jab tum wahan ragad rahe ho, to socho ki tumhare hath yahan mere boobs par hai. Aur main sochungi ki mere hath tumhare lund par hai. Chalo… sath mein karte hai. Dekhte hai kaun pehle haarta hai.
Rahul ne apna chehra aage badhaya aur Bhavna ki gehri cleavage ke beech apni naak dhassa di. Wahan se aa rahi uske shareer ki mahek aur halka sa paseena kisi nashe ki tarah tha. Rahul ne ek gehri saans li, jaise wo us khushboo ko apne phephadon (lungs) mein qaid kar lena chaahta ho.
Bhavna (Masti mein sisakte hue): “Ahhh… Haa… sungo ise… ye khushboo sirf tumhare liye hai. Mere paseene ko, meri garmahat ko mehsoos karo.”
Bhavna ne apna hath Rahul ke hath ke upar rakha aur zor se dabaya, taaki Rahul ki ungliyan uske naram maans mein buri tarah dhans jaye.
Bhavna: “Sirf soongho mat… ise maslo bhi! Ek hath se apna lund chalao aur doosre hath se mere boobs ko nichodo. Haa… waise hi! Socho ki tum mujhe doodh pine ke liye taiyaar kar rahe ho. Ahhh… Ssshhh… Tumhara hath kitna sakht hai… mujhe maza aa raha hai.”
Rahul ka dimaag ab poori tarah sunn ho chuka tha. Ek taraf uska hath tezi se apne lund par chal raha tha, jahan Bhavna ka thook use chiknahat de raha tha, aur doosri taraf uski mutthi mein Bhavna ka bhara-poora breast tha.
Rahul: “Maa… aap sach mein… uff… ye kitne naram hai… main pagal ho jaunga… main ruk nahi pa raha hu…”
Rahul ki speed badh gayi. Uski saansein bhaari ho gayi. Wo ab “chhap-chhap” ki awaaz ke sath tezi se stroke laga raha tha aur sath hi Bhavna ke nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech pakad kar marod raha tha.
Bhavna (Zor se karahte hue): “Haa… Haa… wahin… nipple ko kheencho… Ahhh! Rahul… lagta hai tum pahunchne waale ho… Ruko mat… Meri aankhon mein dekho aur nikaal do… Mere sundar chehre aur mere in bade boobs par apni pichkari maar do!”
Uske is achanak hamle se main hil gaya. Mere muh se shabd nikalne band ho gaye, bas haafne ki awaaze aa rahi thi. Bhavna ab wo ‘Maa’ nahi thi jo dheere-dheere sikha rahi thi; wo ab ek ‘Aurat’ thi jo apni bhookh mitane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jaane ko taiyaar thi.
Usne meri shirt ko jhatke se alag kiya aur use door phenk diya. Ab mera nanga seena uske nange seene se ragad khaa raha tha. Uske nipples mere chest par chubh rahe the, jo ek teekha aur meetha dard de rahe the.
Bhavna: (Meri gardan ko choomte hue aur kaat-te hue) “Mujhe mehsoos karo Rahul… skin to skin… koi kapda nahi, koi rukawat nahi. Main thak gayi hu intezaar karte-karte.”
Usne mujhe bed par zor se dhakka diya aur main peeth ke bal gira. Bina ek pal gawaye, wo mere upar aayi aur apni taangein mere dono taraf karke mere upar baith gayi (straddle).
Usne apna petticoat pehle hi upar kheench rakha tha, jisse uski gori aur bhari hui jaanghen (thighs) meri kamar ke dono taraf jam gayi. Uska wo garam aur naram ‘hissa’ ab seedha mere pet ke upar tha, mere khade lund se bas kuch inch ki doori par.
Bhavna (Haanfte hue, apne baalon ko jhatakte hue): “Dekh kya rahe ho? Yahi chaahte the na? Ki tumhari maa tumhare upar chadhe aur tumhara shikaar kare? To lo… ab main tumhare upar hu.”
Usne mere dono hath pakde aur unhe mere sar ke upar bed par daba diya (pinned down), mujhe poori tarah se apne kabze mein lekar. Uski aankhon mein ek junglee chamak thi.
Bhavna: “Ab tum hil nahi sakte… ab jo karungi main karungi. Tum bas letoge aur maza loge… samjhe?”