Pichla bhaag padhe:- Maa-Beta: Ek naya aayam-7
Maa-beta Sex Story ab aage-
Usne apne dono hath Rahul ki chest par rakhe aur jhuk kar uske kaan ko halke se kaata.
Bhavna: “Agar pachtawa ho raha hai, to use bhulane ka tareeka bhi mujhe aata hai. Shaadi tak ka vaada ‘andar’ jaane ke liye tha na? Lekin darwaze par dastak dene se to kisi ne nahi roka?”
Usne apna chehra upar uthaya. Rahul ne jo makeup kiya tha, usme wo behad haseen aur khatarnak lag rahi thi. Uski laal lipstick chamak rahi thi.
Bhavna: “Dekh rahe ho ye honth? Inhe tumne sajaya hai. Ye laal rang… ab main chaahti hu ki ye rang tumhare lund par chhap jaye. Main tumhare us ‘waiting period’ ko itna rangeen bana doongi ki tumhe intezaar ka pata bhi nahi chalega.”
Usne Rahul ke lund ko, jo abhi bhi us towel mein lipta hua tha, wahan se azaad kiya. Towel hatate hi wo lohe ki rod jaisa sakht lund hawa mein uchhal gaya.
Bhavna: “Lunch aur Dinner… dono ek sath.”
Ye kehte hi Bhavna ne bina hath lagaye, seedha apna muh neeche kiya aur Rahul ke lund ke ‘top’ par ek geela aur garam kiss kar diya. Uski lipstick ka laal nishaan Rahul ke lund par chhap gaya.
Rahul: “Ahhh… Maa… ye… ye to…”
Bhavna (Upar dekhte hue, aankhein nachate hue): “Ye to bas shuruaat hai. Aaj main tumhe dikhaungi ki ek ‘makeup artist’ ke honth kya-kya kar sakte hai.”
Aur fir usne apna muh khola aur Rahul ke lund ko aadha apne garam muh mein bhar liya, Gulp!
Rahul ka hath bhale hi apne lund par harkat kar raha tha. Lekin uska dimaag aur dil Bhavna ki us garmahat mein khoya hua tha. Usne apna bhaari sar Bhavna ke nange seene (chest) par tika diya. Bhavna ki dhadkan ‘dhak-dhak’ karke uske kaan mein goonj rahi thi, jo use kisi lori (lullaby) jaisi lag rahi thi.
Bhavna ne apne dono hath Rahul ki nangi peeth par lapet liye aur use apni taraf aur bheench liya. Uske naram stann (boobs) Rahul ki chhati se dab gaye.
Bhavna (Dheere se fusfusate hue): “Haa… isi sukoon mein beh jao Rahul. Main tumhe pakde hue hu, girne nahi doongi. Saara dard, saari tadap nikaal do… Sirf main hu aur tum ho.”
Bhavna ki mehak, uska makeup, uska paseena, aur uski ye naram aawaz, sab mil kar Rahul ke dimaag par haavi ho gaye. Uski speed apne aap badh gayi.
Rahul: “Maa… aapki dhadkan… aapki khushboo… Ahhh… Main bas pahunchne wala hu…”
Bhavna: “To aao… mere bachhe… mere upar hi chhodh do sab kuch. Ye pet, ye seena… sab tumhara hai. Bhar do ise.”
Bhavna ne apni kamar ko halka sa upar uthaya, ragad khate hue. Aur agle hi pal Rahul ka jism akad gaya.
Rahul: “Maaa….. Ahhhhh!”
Rahul ke lund se nikli garam pichkariyan seedha Bhavna ke chikne pet aur uski nabhi ke aas-paas girne lagi. Rahul haanfta raha aur uska hath abhi bhi kampkapate hue chalta raha, jab tak ki aakhri katra bhi baahar nahi aa gaya.
Wo nidhaal ho kar Bhavna ke upar hi dheh gaya. Uska chehra Bhavna ki gardan mein dhas gaya.
Bhavna ne bade pyaar se Rahul ke paseene se geele baalon ko chooma aur apni ungliyan uski peeth par ferne lagi.
Bhavna: “Shhh… Good boy. Dekha? Kitna sukoon mila na? Maa ki baahon se behtar jagah koi nahi hoti… chaahe wo sone ke liye ho ya ‘shant’ hone ke liye.”
Usne thoda neeche dekha jahan Rahul ka ‘pyar’ uske pet par faila hua tha, aur muskurayi.
Bhavna: “Aur dekho… tumne mujhe fir se ganda kar diya. Lagta hai tumhe mujhe ganda dekhna hi pasand hai.”
Bhavna ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan darr aur pyaar dono saaf dikh rahe the. Usne ek halki si muskaan ke sath Rahul ke gaal ko sehlaya. Uski masoomiyat aur uske us ‘promise’ ke prati wafadaari ne Bhavna ka dil jeet liya tha.
Bhavna: “Tum sach mein ek aadarsh (ideal) pati banne ki taiyaari kar rahe ho, haina? Itna control? Itni neeyat saaf?”
Usne dheere se Rahul ko apne upar se hataya aur side mein let gayi. Fir usne wahin gym towel uthaya jo abhi tak bed par pada tha aur apne pet par phaila hua Rahul ka ‘pyar’ saaf karne lagi.
Bhavna: “Theek hai baba… main tumhari is ‘tapasya’ ko bhang nahi karungi. Tum sahi keh rahe ho. Agar hum yu hi nange ek-doosre se chipke rahe, to hum dono mein se koi bhi khud ko rok nahi payega. Aur main bhi chaahti hu ki humari ‘shaadi ki raat’ duniya ki sabse yaadgaar raat ho.”
Usne safayi karne ke baad towel ko side mein rakha aur bedsheet ko apne upar kheench liya taaki uska nanga jism dhak jaye.
Bhavna: “Lo… ab main dhak gayi hu. Ab khush?”
Rahul ne raahat ki saans li aur muskura kar haa mein sar hilaya.
Bhavna: “Lekin yaad rakhna Rahul… ye doori sirf shareerik hai. Dil se aur dimaag se tum abhi bhi mere ho. Aur jab wo ‘khaas raat’ aayegi… to main tumhari saari kasrat, saara intezaar sood samet (with interest) wapas karungi.”
Usne apna hath aage badhaya aur Rahul ki ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein phasa liya.
Bhavna: “Ab chalo… so jao thodi der. Tum thak gaye ho. Sapne mein hi sahi… apni dulhan ke baare mein socho.”
Rahul ne mayusi se nazrein jhuka li aur bhari awaaz mein kaha.
Rahul: “Aakhirkaar hamara rishta ek dikhawa hi to hai. Mera tum par kya hak hai? Tum ek azaad, independent aurat ho. Main to bas ek ladka hu jis par tumne daya karke mujhe apnaya hai. Mera tum par koi hak nahi hai. Koi baat nahi mummy, main tumhara gharelu naukar ban kar khush hu.”
Bhavna ka dil ye sun kar baith gaya. Usne tadap kar Rahul ka muh pakad liya.
Bhavna: “Aisa mat kaho… aisa mat kaho!”
Usi pal Bhavna ko samajh aaya ki use kya karna tha, taaki Rahul ke darr ko hamesha ke liye khatam kar sake.
Bhavna: “Main tumse shaadi karungi. Main tumhe apna pati banaungi baby. Tumhe apni zindagi ka aadmi banaungi!”
Rahul dang reh gaya. Usne hairani se Bhavna ko dekha.
Rahul: “Kya? Sach mein?!”
Bhavna ne Rahul ke hatho ko apne hatho mein liya aur dridhata (firmness) se kaha.
Bhavna: “Haa baby, hum sath mein pavitr kasme khayenge. Duniya ko shayad is rishte ke baare mein kabhi pata na chale, lekin bhagawan ko pata chalega. Tumhare apni patni ke shareer aur aatma par pati ke saare hak honge. Hum hamesha ke liye ek-doosre se bandh jayenge.”
Bhavna ne Rahul ke aansuon ko apne naram hatho se poncha aur use kass kar apne gale laga liya. Rahul bachho ki tarah uske seene mein muh chhupa kar ro raha tha, khushi ke maare.
Bhavna: “Shhh… bas karo mere bachhe, mere hone wale pati. Tumhe dhanyawad kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Asal mein mujhe tumhara shukriya karna chahiye ki tumne mujh jaisi aurat ko itna pyaar diya.”
Usne Rahul ka chehra upar uthaya aur uske geele hontho ko bade pyaar se choom liya.
Bhavna: “Ab rona band karo. Hamari shaadi ke liye taiyaari karni hai. Aaj raat hi hum ek-doosre ke ho jayenge, hamesha ke liye.”
Rahul ne ek aagyakaari bachhe ki tarah apna chehra aage badhaya aur Bhavna ke un vishal aur naram stanno (boobs) ke beech dhassa diya. Wahan ki garmahat aur khushbu ne use madhosh kar diya. Use laga jaise wo duniya ki sabse surakshit aur sukoon bhari jagah par aa gaya tha.
Rahul (Gehri saans lete hue): “Oh Mummy… ye sach mein bahut bade aur garam hai. Aisa lag raha hai jaise main kisi makhmal ke bistar par holu. Kya main sach mein inka maalik hu?”
Bhavna ne Rahul ke sir ko apni chhaati se aur zor se dabaya, taaki uska naak aur muh poori tarah uske maans mein dab jaye. Usne Rahul ki kamar ke paas uske akde hue lund ko apne pet par ragad khaate hue mehsoos kiya.
Bhavna: “Haa mere Baby Hubby… ye sirf tumhare hai. Tumhara poora haq hai in par. Aur mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai ki tumhara ‘chhota sathi’ bhi ye sun kar kitna khush ho raha hai. Dekho kaise akad kar mujhe salaami de raha hai.”
Rahul ne apne phone ka camera on kiya, lekin uske hath thode kaamp rahe the. Wo Bhavna ki khoobsurati dekh kar dang reh gaya tha. Us gehre laal (deep red) rang ki Banarasi saree mein, jisme golden zari ka bhaari kaam tha, Bhavna kisi nayi-naveli dulhan se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Saree ka pallu usne classical Bengali style mein liya tha, lekin blouse ki fitting aisi thi ki uske bhare-poore jism ka har curve saaf jhalak raha tha.
Rahul (Click karte hue): “Oh my God… Mummy, aap… aap to sach mein Devi lag rahi hai. Meri aankhein vishwaas nahi kar paa rahi hai.”
Bhavna ne sharam se apni nazrein jhuka li aur halka sa muskura di. Usne apne pallu ko thoda aur kass ke pakda.
Bhavna: “Dheere bolo badmaash… log sun lenge. Mall hai ye, ghar nahi.”
Rahul ne photo kheenchne ke baad phone neeche kiya aur Bhavna ke bilkul paas gaya. Usne dheere se kaha-
Rahul: “Logon ko jalne do. Unhe pata nahi hai ki ye khoobsurat aurat kiski ‘dulhan’ banne wali hai. 35 hazaar kuch bhi nahi hai is look ke aage. Aap isme qayamat lag rahi hai.”
Bhavna ka dil pighal gaya. Usne Rahul ka hath dabaya.
Bhavna: “Agar mere ‘hone waale pati’ ko ye pasand hai, to bas yahi final hai. Ab chalo, ise pack karate hai. Mujhe tumhare liye bhi to kapde lene hai.”
Dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekh kar muskuraye, jaise koi gehra raaz share kar rahe ho.
Bhavna ke paas kehne ke liye kuch nahi tha, uski masoom, imandar aankhon ko dekha kar use pakka yakeen ho gaya, ye sirf ek ladaka nahi hai, ye ek farishta hai.
Usne aage badh kar Rahul ko apne gale se laga liya aur uske maathe ko choom liya.
Bhavna: “Theek hai, agar tumne tai kar hi liya hai, to main bhi peeche nahi hatungi. Agle hafte, isi ghar mein, hum hamesha ke liye ek ho jayenge.”
Usne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur dridhata se kaha-
Bhavna: “Duniya ke liye chaahe Ravi gayab ho ya kuch bhi ho. Lekin is chaar-deewari ke andar, agle hafte se tum mere swami hoge aur main tumhari Patni. Hamara ye anokha rishta, Maa-Beta aur Pati-Patni ka, ab koi nahi tod sakta.
Agla bhaag padhe:- Maa-Beta: Ek naya aayam-9