Usne dheere se apni nam aankhein uthayi aur Bhavna ki taraf dekha.
Rahul: “Kya iska size kam hai? Isliye aap keh rahi hai ki main bachha hu? Kya main… Ravi jaisa nahi hu?”
Bhavna ye sun kar dang reh gayi. Wo Rahul ki masoomiyat aur uski galatfehmi par hairan thi. Wo bed ke kinare par baith gayi aur apna chehra Rahul ke kareeb laya.
Bhavna: “Pagal ladke… kisne kaha ki size kam hai?”
Bhavna ne Rahul ki thodi (chin) pakad kar uska chehra upar uthaya aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski nazron mein ab mazaak nahi tha, balki ek ajeeb si gambhirta aur chaahat thi.
Bhavna: “Tumhe kisne kaha ki ye chhota hai? Jab tumne hall mein ise baahar nikala tha, to meri bolti band ho gayi thi. Ye chhota nahi… ye to bahut bada aur mota hai. Shayad Ravi se bhi zyada…”
Rahul ki aankhon mein umeed ki kiran jaag uthi. Usne hairani se Bhavna ko dekha.
Rahul: “Sach mein? To fir aapne mana kyun kiya? Aapne kaha ki main bachha hu aur ye sab nahi ho sakta.”
Bhavna thoda muskurayi aur apna hath Rahul ki jeans ke upar, uske ubhre hue hisse par rakh diya.
Bhavna: “Pagle… Main darr gayi thi ki kahin main khud ko rok na pau. Kyunki main darr gayi thi Rahul… tumhare us size ko dekh kar darr gayi thi ki kahin main khud ko rok na pau. Main darr gayi thi ki agar maine shuru kiya, to main tumhare sath wo sab kar baithungi jo ek ‘dost’ ko nahi karna chahiye.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein apni maa ke liye wo dard aur akelapan dekh kar Bhavna ka dil pighal gaya. Uske andar ki aurat aur maa, dono ek sath jag uthi. Usne turant aage badh kar Rahul ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur uska sar apne seene se laga liya.
Bhavna: “Shhh… chup ho jao. Aisa mat bolo ki tumhe koi nahi samajhta. Wo chali gayi, lekin ab main hu na tumhare paas.”
Rahul ka chehra Bhavna ke naram aur bade stanno (boobs) ke beech dhas gaya. Wahan ki garmahat aur dhadkan ne Rahul ko wahi sukoon diya jo use chahiye tha. Bhavna ne uske baalon ko sehlate hue bade pyaar se kaha.
Bhavna: “Main tumhari dost bhi hu, aur agar tum chaaho to mujhe wahi darja de sakte ho jo tum miss kar rahe ho. Main tumhe kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone doongi. Aaj se main tumhe waise hi samjhungi jaise wo samajhti thi… balki usse bhi zyada.”
Kuch der aise hi rehne ke baad, Bhavna ne Rahul ka chehra apne hathon mein liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue ek shararti muskaan di.
Bhavna: “Aur abhi tum keh rahe the ki tumne mere baare mein ‘kuch zyada hi’ socha hai…”
Usne apni ungli Rahul ke hontho par feri aur dheere se poocha.
Bhavna: “Zara main bhi to sunu, mere bhole dost ne mere baare mein aisi kya ‘gandi’ baatein sochi hai? Batao mujhe… kya karte hue socha hai tumne mujhe?”
Rahul ne ek lambi saans li aur himmat karke Bhavna ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab darr nahi, balki ek naya sach tha. Wo samajh gaya tha ki ab jhooth bolne ka koi faida nahi hai.
Rahul: “Main jaanta hu… dimaag kehta hai ki aap maa ban kar aayi hai. Lekin jab aap mere paas hoti hai, jab aapki khushbu mujhe chhooti hai… tab dimaag kaam karna band kar deta hai.”
Usne thoda aage badh kar, bina darre Bhavna ke hath ko pakad liya.
Rahul: “Jab aap gale lagati hai to maa wala sukoon milta hai, lagta hai koi hai jo mujhe samajhta hai. Lekin jab main aapke hontho ko, aapke jism ko dekhta hu… to wahi aag lagti hai jo jungle wale sapne mein lagi thi. Mujhe dono chahiye Bhavna… mujhe wo sukoon bhi chahiye aur wo maza bhi.”
Bhavna ye sun kar sunn reh gayi. Rahul ka jawab seedha aur saaf tha. Usne Rahul ke hath ko apne gaal se lagaya aur ek katilana muskaan di.
Bhavna: “Bade besharam ho gaye ho… matlab tumhe ‘Maa’ ka dulaar bhi chahiye aur ‘Aurat’ ka pyaar bhi? Tum jaante ho na ye samaaj ki nazar mein kitna galat hai?”
Fir usne apni awaaz halki karte hue kaha, aur apna chehra Rahul ke bilkul paas le aayi.
Bhavna: “Lekin agar main kahun ki mujhe bhi tumhare andar wahi dikhta hai? Ek bachha jise pyaar chahiye… aur ek mard jo mujhe sambhaal sake… to kya karoge? Kya us ‘paap’ ko karne ki himmat hai tum mein?”
Bhavna ne ye kehte hue apna hath Rahul ki chhaati (chest) par rakha, jahan uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek gehra nasha aur samajhdari thi.
Bhavna: “Tumhare honth shayad darr rahe hai bolne se, lekin tumhara jism cheekh-cheekh kar bol raha hai. Tum chaahte ho ki main tumhe touch karu, tumhe pyar karu… waisa pyar jo tum us sapne mein dekh rahe the.”
Usne thoda aage jhuk kar apni garam saansein Rahul ke kaan mein chhodi, jisse Rahul ke poore badan mein romanch ho gaya.
Bhavna: “Tum chaahte ho ki main tumhari ‘Maa’ bhi banu jo tumhe seene se lagaye aur tumhe dulaar kare, aur sath hi wo ‘aurat’ bhi banu jo tumhari mardana pyas bujhaye. Hai na? Tumhe dono chahiye.”
Rahul ki aankhein band ho gayi, usne bas haa mein sar hilaya. Bhavna ne uske mann ki baat bilkul sahi pakdi thi.
Bhavna: “To sharmao mat… aaj main tumhari har wo khwahish poori karungi jo tumne sochi hai, aur wo bhi jo tum sochne se darte ho.”
Usne dheere se Rahul ka hath pakda aur use utha kar seedha apne blouse ke upar, apne nange aur naram stanno (boobs) par rakh diya.
Bhavna: “Shuruaat yahan se karo… mehsoos karo ki ye tumhare liye kitne betaab hai.”
Rahul ne Bhavna ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski baaton mein ek challenge tha, lekin Rahul ab peeche hatne wala nahi tha. Uske andar ka darr ab josh mein badal chuka tha.
Rahul: “Main jaanta hu main naya hu, aur shayad mujhe kuch nahi aata. Lekin main haar nahi manunga Bhavna. Aapne kaha na ki aurat raaj karti hai? To theek hai… aap raaj karo. Aap mujhe sikhao, main wahi karunga jo aap chahengi. Main vaada karta hu, main aapko nirash nahi karunga.”
Bhavna ko Rahul ka ye jawab aur uski aankhon mein dikh rahi determination (dridh nischay) bahut pasand aayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apni kamar thodi seedhi ki.
Bhavna: “Badi-badi baatein… chalo dekhte hai ki tumhare hatho mein kitna jaadu hai.”
Usne apne kandhe (shoulders) thode aage kiye aur ghoom kar apni peeth (back) Rahul ki taraf kar di. Uske baal ek taraf gir gaye, jisse uski gori peeth aur blouse ki dori saaf dikhne lagi.
Bhavna: “Agar is khel ko khelna hai, to sabse pehle is deewar ko girana hoga. Mere blouse ke hooks kholo Rahul… aur yaad rakhna, tumhare hath kaampne nahi chahiye. Mujhe wo bharosa chahiye tumhare sparsh mein.”
Rahul ne ek gehri saans li aur apne dono hath aage badhaye. Jaise hi uski ungliyan Bhavna ki nangi peeth se touch hui, Bhavna ka shareer halka sa sihar utha.
Bhavna ke in shabdon ne – “Main aaj raat se tumhari maa hu”— Rahul ke andar ki bachi-kuchi hichkichahat ko poori tarah khatam kar diya. Ye shabd sun kar use laga jaise use duniya ki sabse badi ijazat mil gayi ho. Use ab darr nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur haq mehsoos ho raha tha.
Rahul ne ek gehri saans li aur apne hath aage badhaye. Is baar uske hath kaamp nahi rahe the. Usne badi mazbooti se Bhavna ke naram kandhon ko pakda aur fir apni ungliyan uski peeth par fislate hue blouse ke hooks tak le gaya.
Rahul: “Agar aap meri maa hai… to main aapka wo beta hu jo aaj apni maa ko wo khushi dega jo use saalon se nahi mili.”
Ye kehte hi Rahul ne pehla hook pakda. Tich, Pehla hook khul gaya. Blouse ka kasaav thoda kam hua. Bhavna ne ek gehri saans li aur apni gardan ko aur aage jhuka diya, taaki Rahul ko aasani ho.
Tich… Tich, doosra aur teesra hook bhi khul gaya. Ab blouse poori tarah dheela ho chuka tha aur Bhavna ki gori peeth poori tarah nangi ho gayi thi. Rahul se raha nahi gaya. Usne hooks kholne ke baad apne hath hataye nahi, balki apni hatheliyan uski nangi peeth par ferne laga.
Aur fir, Rahul ne wo kiya jisne Bhavna ke rom-rom ko jaga diya. Usne aage jhuk kar Bhavna ki gardan ke us til par, aur uski nangi peeth par apne garam honth rakh diye.
Bhavna: “Ahhh… Rahul…”
Bhavna ke muh se siski nikal gayi. Rahul ka ye sparsh itna apna aur itna uttejit karne wala tha ki Bhavna ki aankhein band ho gayi.
Rahul (Kaan ke paas fusfusate hue): “Kaisa lag raha hai… Maa?
Rahul ka jawaab aur uski ye harkat dekh kar Bhavna ki saari banawati na-nukur pighal gayi. Jab Rahul ne ‘Maa’ kehte hue uske jism ki taareef ki, to Bhavna ke andar ki aurat ka abhimaan jaag utha. Use ye sun kar nasha sa ho gaya ki uska beta uske jism ka deewana hai.
Jaise hi Rahul ne jhuk kar Bhavna ki gori aur gehri nabhi (navel) par apne honth lagaye aur wahan chooma, Bhavna ke muh se ek tez siski nikal gayi—”Ahhh…!”
Usne turant apne dono hath Rahul ke sar par rakhe aur uske baalon ko apni ungliyon mein jakad liya. Rahul ki garam saansein aur geeli jeebh jab uski nabhi ke andar ghoomi, to Bhavna ko laga jaise uske pet mein current daud gaya ho.
Bhavna (Masti mein aankhein band karte hue): “Rahul… tum… tum to bilkul pagal ho gaye ho… Ahhh… wahan bahut gudgudi hoti hai…”
Lekin usne Rahul ko roka nahi, balki apni kamar ko thoda aage ki taraf dhakel diya taaki Rahul ka chehra uske naram pet mein aur gehrayi tak dhas jaye. Saree ka pallu pehle hi gir chuka tha, ab Rahul ne uski saree ko kamar se thoda aur neeche khiska diya tha.
Bhavna: “Agar tumhe mere boobs itne hi pasand hai… aur meri nabhi itni hi meethi lag rahi hai… to ruko mat mere bachhe… aaj apni is pyaasi Maa ko poora nichodh lo.”
Bhavna ki baat sun kar Rahul ne turant apni sakht pakad dheeli kar di. Usne apne hath ab sakhti se nahi, balki makhmal ki tarah naram tareeke se Bhavna ke gore aur mulayam pet par firaye. Uski hatheliyan ab us ‘samudra’ ki lehron ki tarah uske pet par teir rahi thi.
Rahul: “Maaf karna Maa… main bas pagal ho gaya tha. Aapka ye pet sach mein kisi samundar jaisa hi gehra aur vishal hai, aur main khushi-khushi isme doobna chaahta hu. Mujhe tairna nahi aata, bas doobna hai.”
Bhavna ki saansein tez ho gayi jab Rahul ki ungliyan uski nabhi ke chaaron taraf gole-gole ghoomne lagi. Us naram sparsh ne Bhavna ke andar aag laga di thi.
Bhavna: “To doob jao Rahul… roka kisne hai? Lekin kashti ko kinaare par mat rakho, use gehrayi mein utaro.”
Usne apne hath Rahul ke hatho par rakhe aur unhe apni saree ki ‘tucking’ (jahan saree petticoat mein khosi hoti hai) par le gayi.
Bhavna: “Agar is samundar ko poora dekhna hai… to is parde (saree) ko hatana padega na? Kholo ise… main chaahti hu ki aaj tumhari aankhein aur tumhare hath mere jism ke har kone ko mehsoos kare.”
Jaise hi Rahul ki garam aur geeli jeebh ne Bhavna ki bagal (armpit) ke us gehre aur naram hisse ko chhua, Bhavna ka poora jism ek bijli ke jhatke se hil gaya. “Ahhh… Ssshhh…”
Usne turant apna hath upar hawa mein utha diya taaki Rahul ko aur jagah mil sake. Rahul kisi bhookhe jaanwar ki tarah wahan jama hua paseena chaatne laga. Us mature aurat ke jism ki wo tez aur namkeen mehak Rahul ke dimaag par chadhti jaa rahi thi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki wo apni ‘Maa’ banne wali aurat ka paseena pee raha hai.
Bhavna ne apna doosra hath Rahul ke baalon mein fasaya aur uska sar apni bagal mein aur zor se daba diya.
Bhavna (Masti mein sisakte hue): “Uff… Rahul… tum kitne gande ho… mera paseena chaat rahe ho? Log ise ganda kehte hai… lekin tum… tum ise aise pee rahe ho jaise koi shahad (honey) ho.”
Rahul (Bhavna ki bagal mein muh dabaye hue): “Ye ganda nahi hai Maa… ye to aapki khushboo hai. Isme aapka nasha hai… mujhe iska ek-ek katra peena hai.”
Bhavna ye sun kar aur bhi uttejit ho gayi. Usne apni kamar ko thoda sa hilaya aur fusfusayi.
Bhavna: “To piyo… poora pee jao… mujhe acha lag raha hai ki mera beta meri har cheez ka deewana hai.”
Mere honth unki gardan ki naram skin par reng rahe the. Maine mehsoos kiya ki kaise unka poora jism mere har ek chumban par react kar raha tha. Wo sach mein ek khuli kitaab thi, jo apne ehsaason ko chhipa nahi rahi thi.
Maine unki gardan par halke se daant lagaye (nibble kiya), to unhone zor se meri peeth par apne naakhun gada diye.
Bhavna: “Ahhh… Rahul… Ssshhh… Tum to bade chhupe rustam nikle… Tumhe kisne bataya ki yahan chhoone se meri jaan nikal jaati hai?”
Unhone nasha-bhari aankhon se meri taraf dekha aur mere kaan ke paas aa kar boli-
Bhavna: “Tum sahi jaa rahe ho… mard aksar jald-baazi karte hai, seedha neeche kood padte hai. Lekin asli maza to yahan hai… is tadap mein. Mujhe aise hi tadpao… mujhe acha lag raha hai.”
Unki is baat ne mere andar ka confidence aur badha diya. Maine unki gardan se hote hue wapas unke kaan ki lau (earlobe) ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use choosne laga.
Rahul ne apni ‘Mummy’ ka har ek lafz kisi mantra ki tarah suna. Uske andar sikhne ki ek bhookh thi, aur saamne ek aisi ustaad (teacher) thi jo use jannat ki sair kara rahi thi.
Usne turant Bhawna ki gardan par us ‘kaale til’ ko dhoondha. Wo til uski gori gardan par kisi heere ki tarah chamak raha tha. Rahul ne pehle apni garam saanson se us til ko sehlaya, aur fir apni jeebh ki nok (tip) se use dheere se chat liya.
Bhavna: “Ahhh… Haa… wahi… Ssshhh…”
Bhavna ki aankhein palat gayi aur usne apne kandhe upar utha liye. Rahul ne ab apne hontho se us til ko poora dhak liya aur use halka sa choosne laga (sucking). Ye ehsaas Bhavna ke liye kisi current se kam nahi tha.
Bhavna: “Good boy… kitni jaldi seekh rahe ho tum. Dekha? Sirf size mayine nahi rakhta… ye chhoti-chhoti cheezein aurat ko pagal kar deti hai.”
Usne Rahul ka hath pakad kar apne blouse ke kandhe (shoulder strap) par rakha.
Bhavna: “Ab thoda aur neeche aao… mere blouse ko kandhe se neeche girao. Dheere se… mujhe mehsoos hona chahiye ki tum mere kapde utaar rahe ho.”
Rahul ne waisa hi kiya. Usne blouse ki strap ko pakda aur dheere-dheere use Bhavna ke naram kandhe se neeche sarka diya. Saree ka pallu pehle hi hatt chuka tha, ab blouse ka strap girte hi Bhavna ka aadha jism aur bhi khul gaya. Uski cleavage ki gehrayi ab saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rahul: “Maa… aapka jism makkhan jaisa hai… main ruk nahi paa raha hu.”
Bhavna: “To ruko mat… aaj tumhari training ki pehli raat hai. Aaj tumhe har wo jagah chunni hai jahan tumne sapne mein chhua tha… aur jahan nahi bhi chhua tha.”