Adultery Ammi Ka Gulam

[Ramesh]

Simply the best writing

 

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आआह्ह्ह.........वोह बेटा ही क्या ....जिसे उसकी माँ ने मूठ मारते हुए ना पकड़ा हो..........
और असली मज़ा तोह उसमे है .......जब माँ देखे की उसका बेटा अपना मोटा लंड उसी माँ की चुपके से निकली हुई फोटो या वीडियो को देख के हिला रहा है................और माँ उसे देख के लम्बी लम्बी आहे ........ भर रही हो ......उम्मम्मम्मम्म ...आअह्हह्ह्ह्ह .....

 

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Subah uthte hi maine Ammi se kaha,
“Ammi… aaj thodi tabiyat kharab hai. Headache sa hai. College nahi jaunga.”

Ammi ne meri taraf dekha, haath se maathe ko chhua,
“Theek hai… ghar pe hi reh. Dawai le lena.”

Main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza poora band nahi kiya thoda sa khula chhod diya, taaki bahar ki awazein aa saken.

Dopahar ho chuki thi.

Kitchen se bartan ki ahista si awaz aa rahi thi. Tabhi gate ki ghanti baji. Main apne kamre ke darwaze ke peeche khada ho gaya. Andar se sirf chupke se jhaank sakta tha.


Ammi ne darwaza khola. Sir ki awaz aayi
“Bhabhi… kaisi hain aap? Rehaan ghar pe hai na aaj?”

“Haan… thodi tabiyat kharab hai, isliye ghar pe hai.”

Sir andar aaye. Kitchen tak chale aaye. Ammi bartan dho rahi thin. Unhone suit pehna hua tha jo badan se chipka hua tha.

Sir peeche se aaye. Pehle kuch nahi bola. Bas dheere se dono haath aage badha kar Ammi ki kamar par rakh diye. Ammi ka jism ek second ke liye kampa, lekin woh boli nahi.

Phir Sir ne apna jism unke bilkul peeche laga liya. Apna lund salwar ke upar se unki chaudi gand par sahlaya… aur dheere-dheere sahlane laga.

Ammi ki saans ruk si gayi.
“Sir… Rehaan ghar pe hai… mat kariye…”

Lekin unka jism peeche nahi hata. Sir ne unki gardan aur kaan ke neeche hothon se chuma. Garam saans unke kaan mein pad rahi thi.

“Aapki yeh gand… kitni naram aur bari hai.
Roz sochta rehta hoon iske baare mein.”

Ek haath se unki gand ko apne lund pe dabaaye rakha, doosre haath se aage badh kar unke chuchon ko kapdon ke upar se pakad liya. Halka sa dabaaya… masla.

Ammi ke munh se ek dabi hui awaz nikal gayi. Chehra laal hone laga. Saans tez ho chuki thi.
“Sir… please… koi aa sakta hai…”

Sir ne unke kaan mein dheemi awaz mein kaha,
“Koi nahi aayega.
Aapka jism toh bol raha hai ke aapko ye sab pasand aa raha hai.
Dekho kaise meri taraf dhakel rahi ho apni gand.”

Woh aur zor se lund ragadne laga. Haath ab unke chuchon ko ache se masal raha tha. Ammi ke hont kaamp rahe the. Aankhein adh-kholi thin. Munh se halki-halki siskiyan nikal rahi thin bilkul dabi hui, lekin saaf.

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab dekh raha tha.
Ammi ka laal chehra, unki tez saans, unka jism jo ab Sir ke lund par hil raha tha… sab.

Andar se gussa ubal raha tha. Lekin uske saath hi neeche ek tez garmi bhi failti ja rahi thi. Main chupchaap khada raha. Pair hilaye bina. Bas dekhta raha.

Sir ab bhi unke peeche chipka hua tha. Haath unki gand aur chuchon par aur Ammi… sirf saans bhari bhari le rahi thin.

Sir ab aur berahmi se
Dono haathon se Ammi ke chuche pakad liye kapdon ke upar se. Zor-zor se masalne laga. Ungliyon se unke nipple ko dhoondhte hue dabaaya, ghumaya, phir se dabaaya. Soft kapde ke neeche unke chuche uski mutthi mein aa-jaa rahe the.

“Itne bade… itne naram…
Roz sochta rehta hoon inhe haath mein lene ka.
Kitne bhari hain yeh… meri mutthi mein bhi poori tarah nahi aa rahe.”

Usne aur zor se dabaaya. Ammi ke munh se ek lambi siskaari nikal gayi.

“Sir… chhod do…
Rehaan ghar pe hai… please…”

Lekin unka jism peeche nahi hata. Sir ne unki gand ko apne lund se aur zor se ragda.

“Dekho kaise hil rahi ho…
Munh se ‘chhod do’ bol rahi ho, lekin yeh gand toh meri lund pe dabi ja rahi hai.
Itni naram… itni garam…
Main is gand ko raat bhar ragadta rahunga ek din.”

Usne ek haath se unke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se unki gand ko apne lund pe dabaaye rakha. Ragadte hue kaan mein bola,

“Yeh jism ab mera hai.
Samajh gayi?
Rehaan ghar pe hai… uske kamre mein… aur main yahan uski ammi ke chuche masal raha hoon.
Kitna maza aa raha hai na tumhe?”

Ammi ki saans ab poori tarah phool rahi thi. Chehra laal ho chuka tha. Aankhein adh-band thin. Munh se dabi-dabi siskiyan nikal rahi thin — kabhi “ahh…”, kabhi “Sir… nahi…”.

“Sir… mat kariye…
chhod do… please…”

Lekin unke alfaz ab kamzor padte ja rahe the. Jism bilkul Sir ke haathon mein tha. Jab Sir ne unke nipple ko ungliyon se marod diya to unke munh se ek tez siskaari nikal gayi.

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab sun raha tha.
Har siskaari, har “please”, har “chhod do” meri ragon mein garmi daal rahi thi. Gussa bhi tha… lekin uske neeche ek gandi si lehar tezi se badh rahi thi. Main chupchaap khada raha. Pair hilaye bina.

“Itni garam ho chuki ho…
Salwar geeli to nahi ho rahi na?
Bolo… maza aa raha hai na ?”

Ammi ne jawab mein sirf ek lambi, kaampi hui siskaari di. Inkaar ke alfaz ab unke munh se nikalna band ho chuke the.

Sir ek haath se Ammi ke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se apni pant ka zip neeche sarka diya. Chain ki halki si awaz aayi. Phir usne apna lund bahar nikaal liya.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pathra sa gaya.
Itna mota… itna lamba… nassein ubhri hui. Sir ka lund bilkul tight khada tha, chamak raha tha. Dimag mein sirf yahi ghoomne laga — “Itna bada…”

Ammi ne jhatke se neeche dekha. Unka chehra ek dam se hadba gaya. Aankhein badi ho gayin. Woh thoda peeche hatne ki koshish karti, lekin Sir ne unki kamar pakad kar rok liya.

“Kahan ja rahi ho…
Abhi toh dekha bhi nahi acche se.”

Usne apna lund aage badhaya aur Ammi ka haath pakad kar uski taraf kheenchne laga. Ammi ka haath kaamp raha tha. Woh jhijhak rahi thin, haath nahi pakad rahi thin.

Sir ne unke kaan mein gandi awaz mein kaha,

“Pakad na isse…
Kaisa lag raha hai?
Itna mota… itna garam.
Pehle kabhi itna bada lund dekha hai kya?
Apne shohar ka itna nahi hoga na?”

Ammi ki awaz kaamp ti hui nikli,
“Sir… yeh… mat kariye… please…”

Lekin unka haath bilkul hat nahi raha tha. Sir ne unki mutthi ko apne lund pe dabaya. Garam, sakht lund unki hatheli mein aaya.

“Haan… aise pakdo.
Feel karo kitna tight hai.
Yeh lund ab aapki chut mein jayega… samajh rahi ho?
Roz sochta hoon is moti gand ko phaadne ka… in bade chuchon ke beech ragadne ka.”

Usne Ammi ka haath apne lund par upar-neeche karwana shuru kiya.
“Haan… aise sahlao.
Dekho kaise nikal raha hai pani.
Aapki wajah se itna hard hai.
Bolo… kaisa lag raha hai haath mein?”

Ammi sisak rahi thin. Chehra laal tha, aankhein neeche jhuki hui. Munh se sirf dabi hui awazein nikal rahi thin — “Sir… nahi…”, “chhod do…”, lekin haath unka ab Sir ke lund par hi tha.

Sir ne aur qareeb aate hue kaha,

“Kitna maza aa raha hai ?
Agli baar is lund ko apni chut mein legi…
aise hi sahlaati raho.”

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab dekh raha tha.
Sir ka mota lund Ammi ke haath mein… unki kaampi hui ungliyaan… unki siskiyan.

Andar se garmi neeche tezi se fail rahi thi.

Ammi ne jhatke se haath peeche kheench liya.
“Nahi… mat karo… Rehaan aa sakta hai… please Sir…”

Unke chehre pe ghabrahat aur laali dono saaf thi. Aankhein dari hui thin, lekin jism ab bhi bilkul chipka hua tha.

Sir ne us inkaar ko nazarandaaz kar diya. Dono haath aage badha kar unke chuche kapdon ke upar se zor-zor se pakad liye. Nichoda. Masla. Ungliyon se nipple ko dhoondh-dhoondh kar dabaaya, ghumaya, phir se nichoda.

“Itne bhari… itne naram…
Haath mein aate hi lagta hai jaise phool se bhare hon.
Roz sochta hoon inhe nanga karke muh mein lungaa…
In nipplon ko daanton se dabaane ka.”

Ek haath se unke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se usne apna lund pakad liya aur hilana shuru kar diya. Mota, nassein ubhre hue lund Ammi ke pet ke bilkul qareeb tha. Kabhi uske suit se touch ho jaata, kabhi unki gand ke upar se ragad khaata.

“Dekho isse…
Tumhari wajah se itna hard hai.
Itna pani nikal raha hai…
Tumhari is moti gand aur bade chuchon ne pagal kar rakha hai mujhe.”

Usne lund ko Ammi ki gand se ragadte hue hilaya. Doosre haath se unke chuche ab bhi zor-zor se masal raha tha.

“Yeh jism ab mera ho chuka hai.
Samajh gayi?
In chuchon ko main roz nichodunga…
Is gand ko apni lund se laal kar dunga.
Rehaan ke saamne bhi ek din yeh sab karunga…
Tab tum kya karogi? Sisakti rahogi bas?”

Ammi ki awaz ab control se bahar ja rahi thi.
“Sir… ahhh… chhod do…
nahi… please…”

Lekin alfaz ab kamzor padte ja rahe the. Unke pair thartharane lage the. Jism dheere-dheere dheela padta ja raha tha. Jab Sir ne unke nipple ko zor se khicha to unke munh se ek tez, lambi siskaari nikal gayi.

“Haan… aise hi awaz nikaalo.
Mazza aa raha hai na?
Munh se ‘chhod do’ bol rahi ho, lekin yeh jism ko meri taraf dhakel raha hai.
Kitni garam ho chuki ho…
Salwar ke andar geeli ho rahi hogi na?”

Sir ab aur tezi se apna lund hila raha tha. Kabhi usse Ammi ke pet se touch karata, kabhi unki gand ke upar se ragadta. Haath unke chuchon par se hat nahi raha tha.

“In bade chuchon ke beech apna lund ragadunga ek din…
Phir neeche le jaakar is gand ke beech…
Aur phir seedha tumhari chut mein.
Bolo… chahiye na yeh mota lund?”

Ammi ab sirf sisak rahi thin. Karaah rahi thin. Aankhein band, munh thoda khula hua. Chehra pura laal. Pairon mein jaan nahi bach rahi thi. Woh bilkul Sir ke jism par latak si gayi thin.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh sab dekh aur sun raha tha.
Ammi ki har siskaari, har “please”, har kaampi hui awaz meri ragon mein garmi daal rahi thi. Neeche pant tight ho chuki thi. ek gandi si bechaini jo ab control se bahar hone lagi thi.

Sir ab bhi unke peeche chipka hua tha ek haath se chuche nichodta hua, doosre haath se apna mota lund hilata hua… gandi-gandi baatein karta hua.

Ammi ki dabi-dabi siskiyan, unka laal chehra, aur Sir ka mota lund jo unke jism ke bilkul qareeb hil raha tha sab meri aankhon ke saamne tha. Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ke mujhe khud apni dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi. Main khud ko control karne ki koshish karta, lekin nazar baar-baar Sir ke lund aur Ammi ke kaampe hue honton pe atak jaati. Ek gandi si garmi jo ab meri jaanghon tak fail chuki thi.

Sir ne tab ek nayi harkat ki.

Usne ek haath se Ammi ke kameez ke upar se hi unke daayein chuche ko pakad kar bahar ki taraf kheenchna shuru kiya. Soft fabric thoda sarak gaya. Uska naram, gol chucha aadha nazar aane laga — gora, bhari hua, nipple ka rang kapde ke neeche se jhalak raha tha. Sir ne usse mutthi mein bhar liya aur zor-zor se masalna shuru kar diya. Dabaaya, nichoda, ungliyon se nipple ko pinch kiya aur ghumaya.

“Dekho yeh…
Kitna naram hai.
Haath mein aate hi lagta hai jaise koi pighalta hua phal ho.
Itna bada chucha… meri mutthi mein bhi poori tarah nahi aa raha.”

Doosre haath se woh apna lund hilaye jaa raha tha. Mota, sakht lund Ammi ke pet aur gand ke bilkul qareeb tha. Kabhi unki salwar se takrata, kabhi hawa mein upar-neeche hota. Pani ki ek dhaar uske sirey se nikal kar latak rahi thi.

Sir ne kaan ke bilkul paas muh laakar kaha,

“Itna khoobsurat jism… ?
Yeh chuche, yeh gand, yeh poora badan…
bas mere haathon ke liye bana hai.
Samajh rahi ho na?”

Usne chuche ko aur zor se nichoda. Ammi ke munh se ek tez siskaari nikal gayi.

“Sir… chhod do…
Rehaan… ahhh… mat kariye…”

Awaz mein ab zor nahi tha. Alfaz kamzor padte ja rahe the.
Sir muskuraya

“Kitna maza aa raha hai na is chuche ko masalte hue?
Bolo… kaisa lag raha hai jab main is ko aise dabaata hoon?
Yeh jism ab mera hai.
Roz in chuchon ko nichodunga…
is gand ko laal kar dunga…
aur tum bas sisakti rahogi.”

Usne apna lund Ammi ki gand ke par ragadte hue hilaya. Doosre haath se unke nange hone wale chuche ko ab bhi be-rehmi se masal raha tha.

Main darwaze ke peeche se har ek harkat dekh raha tha.
Har siskaari, har “chhod do”, har baar jab Sir unke chuche ko zor se dabaata meri garmi aur badh jaati.

Sir ka haath ab tezi se hil raha tha.

Usne Ammi ke ek chuche ko kapdon ke upar se hi mutthi mein bhar rakha tha aur be-rehmi se masal raha tha. Doosre haath se apna mota lund itni tezi se hila raha tha ke uski nassein ubhar aayi thin. Munh se gandi-gandi baatein nikal rahi thin tuti-phuti saanson ke beech.

“In… chuchon… ke liye…
Is… gand… ke liye…
Bas… bas ab…”

Phir uska jism ek dam se tana. Lund ne jhatke lene shuru kiye. Sir ne daant peeche kiche, gardan upar uthaayi aur ek gehra, dabba hua saans chhoda. Uske lund se tez dhaar mein nikalna shuru ho gaya garam, chipchipa pani.

Pehli dhaar seedha Ammi ke haath par giri. Doosri unki salwar ke upar. Teesri phir se unke haath aur kameez ke neeche wale hisse par. Itna zyada tha ke kuch had tak unki jaangh tak bhi beh gaya.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pathra sa reh gaya.

Itna pani… itni tezi se… Sir ka lund ab bhi jhatke le raha tha, aakhri boondein tapak rahi thin. Meri aankhein phaili hui thin. Andar se garmi aur ek ajeeb si hairani ek saath daud rahi thi. Main saans lena bhi bhool sa gaya tha.

Sir haanf raha tha. Usne thoda side hote hue sink ka sahara liya. Lund ab dheela padne laga tha, lekin abhi bhi haath mein tha.

Ammi aankhein band kiye hue thin. Tez-tez saansein le rahi thin. Unka jism halka-halka kaanp raha tha. Kameez ka ek hissa geela ho chuka tha. Main dekh raha tha unke chehre ko laal, pasine se chamakta hua, hont kaampe hue. Mujhe laga ke shayad unke bhi kapdon ke andar kuch nikal gaya ho.

Kitchen mein kuch moments ke liye bilkul khamoshi chha gayi.

Sir ne aakhir mein apna lund pant ke andar kiya, zip upar kiya aur saans ko control karte hue seedha khada ho gaya. Woh Ammi ke paas aaya. Unke maathe par apne hont rakh kar ahista sa kiss diya.

Phir bina kuch bole unke bagal se nikal gaya.

Darwaze ki ahista si awaz aayi… aur woh band ho gaya.

Ammi ab bhi wahi khadi thin. Aankhein band. Haath sink ke kinare par. Unke jism se ab bhi halki tharthari jaa nahi rahi thi.

Sir ke nikalte hi kitchen mein ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi.

Ammi dheere se aankhein kholi. Pehli nazar apne haath par padi jahan Sir ka garam pani ab bhi chipchipa laga hua tha. Woh kai second tak bas ghurti rahi. Jaise usse yakeen na ho raha ho ke yeh sach mein hua hai. Ungliyaan halki si kaamp rahi thin. Chehra ab bhi laal tha, lekin ab us laali mein ek aur rang mil gaya tha.

Phir usne ahista se haath ko apni naak ke qareeb le aaya.

Garam, teekhe se maniy ki khushboo uske nashon mein utri. Usne gehra saans liya. Saans uski ek dam se tez ho gayi. Aankhein ek second ke liye band ho gayin. Chehre par sharam, aur ek gandi si bechaini ek saath tairne lagi.

Tab kuch aisa hua jo main soch bhi nahi sakta tha.

Ammi ne jeebh bahar nikaali aur apni ungli ke sirey par lage pani ko ahista se chaat liya.

Pehle bilkul halka sa… jaise test kar rahi ho. Phir jeebh phir se nikli. Is baar zyada clearly. Usne ungliyon ko muh ke andar tak le jaakar us pani ko chusa. Aankhein band thin. Chehre par ek ajeeb si khushi jaise woh us swad ko poori tarah mehsoos karna chahti ho.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pagal sa ho gaya.

Dil ek jhatke se dhadak utha. Aankhein phail gayin. Dimag mein ek tezz sa jhatka laga. Meri Ammi… Sir ka pani chaat rahi thin. Itni bhookh se, itni khamosi se. Andar se garmi ek dam se neeche utar aayi. Main saans lena bhi bhool gaya. Bas dekhta raha.

Ammi ab bhi apne haath ko muh ke qareeb liye hue thin. Kabhi ungli chaatti, kabhi do ungliyon ko ek saath muh mein le leti. Uske hont geele ho chuke the. Saans ab bhi bhaari thi. Kitchen ki khamoshi mein sirf uski ahista-ahista saane ki awaz aa rahi thi.

Main Bas dekh raha tha… apni Ammi ko Sir ka pani chaatte hue.

Unhone apne haath ko ek baar phir dekha jahan ab bhi uske pani ke nishaan chamak rahe the. Is baar uske chehre par sharmindagi nahi thi. Ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi… aur uske neeche ek garmi jo ab bhi uske jism mein dabi hui thi. Usne ahista se salwar ke geele hisse ko bhi chhua. Ungliyaan wahan ruk gayin. Aankhein band ho gayin. Jaise woh us ehsaas ko dobara mehsoos karna chahti ho.

Phir woh dheere se bathroom ki taraf chal di.Aaina ke saamne khadi hokar apne aap ko dekha. Kameez ka ek hissa ab bhi geela tha. Usne dono haath se apne chuchon ko pakda — kapdon ke upar se. Halka sa dabaaya. Phir ek haath neeche le jaakar salwar ke upar se apne us hisse ko chhua jahan ab bhi garmi baaki thi. Aankhein band kiye hue usne gehra saans liya. Chehre par ab koi kashmakash nahi thi. Bas ek sukoon… jaise usne andar hi andar sab kuch qabool kar liya ho.

Jab Ammi bathroom se nikalne ko hui to main ahista se apne kamre mein laut aaya. Bistar par baith kar deewar se peeth tegayi. Aankhein band kiin, lekin jo kuch abhi dekha tha woh aankhon ke peeche chal raha tha Ammi ka jeebh nikalna, uska pani chaatna, uska chehra.

Pehli baar dimaag mein ek baat bilkul saaf utri:

“Ab yeh meri purani ammi nhi rahi…
wo bilkul badal chuki hai
aur main isse rokne wala nahi.”

Yeh sochte hi ek ajeeb si thandak si meri ragon mein utri. Uske saath hi neeche woh gandi si garmi phir se jag uthi.

Shaam ko jab hum dono hall mein saamne aaye, to beech mein ek khamoshi tair rahi thi.

Ammi ne chai banayi. Cup dete waqt uski nazar meri nazar se mili Unki aankhon mein ek naya sakoon tha… ek ajeeb si khushi. Main cup pakad kar baith gaya. Kuch nahi bola. Woh bhi kuch nahi boli.

Agle din subah jab main utha to kitchen se halki si awaaz si awaz aa rahi thi.

Ammi chai bana rahi thin. Unke chehre pe ek ajeeb si narmi thi halki si muskurahat jo pehle kabhi itni asani se nahi dikhti thi. Baal bhi aaj sambhale hue the. Woh mujhe dekh kar boli,
“Uth gaye? Chai piyoge ya khana khaoge.”

Awaz mein woh purani thakan nahi thi. Main cup lete hue unhe gaur se dekhta raha. Andar se sab clear ho gaya yeh khushi kal ki wajah se thi. Main kuch nahi bola. Bas “Haan” keh kar apne kamre mein chala gaya.

College mein poora din ajeeb guzra.

Sir kahin nazar nahi aaye. Class mein nahi, Main beech-beech mein unke cabin ki taraf dekh leta, lekin wahan taala laga hua tha. Ek ajeeb sa khali-pan sa mehsoos ho raha tha.

Shaam ko jab ghar pahuncha to Ammi ne pehle hi pooch liya,
“Sir aaj college nahi aaye kya?”

Maine bag sofe pe rakhte hue jawab diya,
“Maalum nahi Ammi… aaj college mein bhi nahi dikhayi diye.”

Ammi bas “Hmm” keh kar chup ho gayin. Lekin unke chehre pe jo halki si bechaini thi, woh main saaf dekh sakta tha.

Doosre din bhi yahi hua.

Sir phir nahi aaye. Poora din wait karta raha, lekin na class mein dikhe, na kahin aur. Unka phone bhi switch off aa raha tha.

Shaam ko ghar aaya to Ammi ka chehra udaas sa tha. Aankhon mein bechaini saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unhone phir se poocha,

“Aaj bhi nahi aaye kya wo?”

Maine sir hilaya,
“Maalum nahi Ammi… aaj bhi nahi dikhe. Unka call bhi nahi lag raha.”

Yeh sunte hi unke chehre ki udaasi aur gehri ho gayi. Woh kuch nahi boli. Bas chupchaap kitchen ki taraf chal diin.

Main sofe pe baith kar unke peeche dekhta raha.
Meri pyaari ammi

Absolutely blockbuster and also dick blasting writing

 

[The Barber]

Super seductive and tempting writing

 

[LENNY]

Absolutely brilliant writer you are!

 

[kasif]

ashadaran aur amazing update. Bahut bahut hot aur masaladar writing. Yes, please let Rehaan watch his loving ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs with his evil Sir secretly.

I support you

 

[The Dark Devil]

Excellent update

 

[ZareenKhan]

Fantastic fabulous superb update

 

[Aslam miyaa]

Shandaar....

 

[Rajizexy]

Subah uthte hi maine Ammi se kaha,
“Ammi… aaj thodi tabiyat kharab hai. Headache sa hai. College nahi jaunga.”

Ammi ne meri taraf dekha, haath se maathe ko chhua,
“Theek hai… ghar pe hi reh. Dawai le lena.”

Main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza poora band nahi kiya thoda sa khula chhod diya, taaki bahar ki awazein aa saken.

Dopahar ho chuki thi.

Kitchen se bartan ki ahista si awaz aa rahi thi. Tabhi gate ki ghanti baji. Main apne kamre ke darwaze ke peeche khada ho gaya. Andar se sirf chupke se jhaank sakta tha.


Ammi ne darwaza khola. Sir ki awaz aayi
“Bhabhi… kaisi hain aap? Rehaan ghar pe hai na aaj?”

“Haan… thodi tabiyat kharab hai, isliye ghar pe hai.”

Sir andar aaye. Kitchen tak chale aaye. Ammi bartan dho rahi thin. Unhone suit pehna hua tha jo badan se chipka hua tha.

Sir peeche se aaye. Pehle kuch nahi bola. Bas dheere se dono haath aage badha kar Ammi ki kamar par rakh diye. Ammi ka jism ek second ke liye kampa, lekin woh boli nahi.

Phir Sir ne apna jism unke bilkul peeche laga liya. Apna lund salwar ke upar se unki chaudi gand par sahlaya… aur dheere-dheere sahlane laga.

Ammi ki saans ruk si gayi.
“Sir… Rehaan ghar pe hai… mat kariye…”

Lekin unka jism peeche nahi hata. Sir ne unki gardan aur kaan ke neeche hothon se chuma. Garam saans unke kaan mein pad rahi thi.

“Aapki yeh gand… kitni naram aur bari hai.
Roz sochta rehta hoon iske baare mein.”

Ek haath se unki gand ko apne lund pe dabaaye rakha, doosre haath se aage badh kar unke chuchon ko kapdon ke upar se pakad liya. Halka sa dabaaya… masla.

Ammi ke munh se ek dabi hui awaz nikal gayi. Chehra laal hone laga. Saans tez ho chuki thi.
“Sir… please… koi aa sakta hai…”

Sir ne unke kaan mein dheemi awaz mein kaha,
“Koi nahi aayega.
Aapka jism toh bol raha hai ke aapko ye sab pasand aa raha hai.
Dekho kaise meri taraf dhakel rahi ho apni gand.”

Woh aur zor se lund ragadne laga. Haath ab unke chuchon ko ache se masal raha tha. Ammi ke hont kaamp rahe the. Aankhein adh-kholi thin. Munh se halki-halki siskiyan nikal rahi thin bilkul dabi hui, lekin saaf.

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab dekh raha tha.
Ammi ka laal chehra, unki tez saans, unka jism jo ab Sir ke lund par hil raha tha… sab.

Andar se gussa ubal raha tha. Lekin uske saath hi neeche ek tez garmi bhi failti ja rahi thi. Main chupchaap khada raha. Pair hilaye bina. Bas dekhta raha.

Sir ab bhi unke peeche chipka hua tha. Haath unki gand aur chuchon par aur Ammi… sirf saans bhari bhari le rahi thin.

Sir ab aur berahmi se
Dono haathon se Ammi ke chuche pakad liye kapdon ke upar se. Zor-zor se masalne laga. Ungliyon se unke nipple ko dhoondhte hue dabaaya, ghumaya, phir se dabaaya. Soft kapde ke neeche unke chuche uski mutthi mein aa-jaa rahe the.

“Itne bade… itne naram…
Roz sochta rehta hoon inhe haath mein lene ka.
Kitne bhari hain yeh… meri mutthi mein bhi poori tarah nahi aa rahe.”

Usne aur zor se dabaaya. Ammi ke munh se ek lambi siskaari nikal gayi.

“Sir… chhod do…
Rehaan ghar pe hai… please…”

Lekin unka jism peeche nahi hata. Sir ne unki gand ko apne lund se aur zor se ragda.

“Dekho kaise hil rahi ho…
Munh se ‘chhod do’ bol rahi ho, lekin yeh gand toh meri lund pe dabi ja rahi hai.
Itni naram… itni garam…
Main is gand ko raat bhar ragadta rahunga ek din.”

Usne ek haath se unke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se unki gand ko apne lund pe dabaaye rakha. Ragadte hue kaan mein bola,

“Yeh jism ab mera hai.
Samajh gayi?
Rehaan ghar pe hai… uske kamre mein… aur main yahan uski ammi ke chuche masal raha hoon.
Kitna maza aa raha hai na tumhe?”

Ammi ki saans ab poori tarah phool rahi thi. Chehra laal ho chuka tha. Aankhein adh-band thin. Munh se dabi-dabi siskiyan nikal rahi thin — kabhi “ahh…”, kabhi “Sir… nahi…”.

“Sir… mat kariye…
chhod do… please…”

Lekin unke alfaz ab kamzor padte ja rahe the. Jism bilkul Sir ke haathon mein tha. Jab Sir ne unke nipple ko ungliyon se marod diya to unke munh se ek tez siskaari nikal gayi.

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab sun raha tha.
Har siskaari, har “please”, har “chhod do” meri ragon mein garmi daal rahi thi. Gussa bhi tha… lekin uske neeche ek gandi si lehar tezi se badh rahi thi. Main chupchaap khada raha. Pair hilaye bina.

“Itni garam ho chuki ho…
Salwar geeli to nahi ho rahi na?
Bolo… maza aa raha hai na ?”

Ammi ne jawab mein sirf ek lambi, kaampi hui siskaari di. Inkaar ke alfaz ab unke munh se nikalna band ho chuke the.

Sir ek haath se Ammi ke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se apni pant ka zip neeche sarka diya. Chain ki halki si awaz aayi. Phir usne apna lund bahar nikaal liya.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pathra sa gaya.
Itna mota… itna lamba… nassein ubhri hui. Sir ka lund bilkul tight khada tha, chamak raha tha. Dimag mein sirf yahi ghoomne laga — “Itna bada…”

Ammi ne jhatke se neeche dekha. Unka chehra ek dam se hadba gaya. Aankhein badi ho gayin. Woh thoda peeche hatne ki koshish karti, lekin Sir ne unki kamar pakad kar rok liya.

“Kahan ja rahi ho…
Abhi toh dekha bhi nahi acche se.”

Usne apna lund aage badhaya aur Ammi ka haath pakad kar uski taraf kheenchne laga. Ammi ka haath kaamp raha tha. Woh jhijhak rahi thin, haath nahi pakad rahi thin.

Sir ne unke kaan mein gandi awaz mein kaha,

“Pakad na isse…
Kaisa lag raha hai?
Itna mota… itna garam.
Pehle kabhi itna bada lund dekha hai kya?
Apne shohar ka itna nahi hoga na?”

Ammi ki awaz kaamp ti hui nikli,
“Sir… yeh… mat kariye… please…”

Lekin unka haath bilkul hat nahi raha tha. Sir ne unki mutthi ko apne lund pe dabaya. Garam, sakht lund unki hatheli mein aaya.

“Haan… aise pakdo.
Feel karo kitna tight hai.
Yeh lund ab aapki chut mein jayega… samajh rahi ho?
Roz sochta hoon is moti gand ko phaadne ka… in bade chuchon ke beech ragadne ka.”

Usne Ammi ka haath apne lund par upar-neeche karwana shuru kiya.
“Haan… aise sahlao.
Dekho kaise nikal raha hai pani.
Aapki wajah se itna hard hai.
Bolo… kaisa lag raha hai haath mein?”

Ammi sisak rahi thin. Chehra laal tha, aankhein neeche jhuki hui. Munh se sirf dabi hui awazein nikal rahi thin — “Sir… nahi…”, “chhod do…”, lekin haath unka ab Sir ke lund par hi tha.

Sir ne aur qareeb aate hue kaha,

“Kitna maza aa raha hai ?
Agli baar is lund ko apni chut mein legi…
aise hi sahlaati raho.”

Main darwaze ke peeche se sab dekh raha tha.
Sir ka mota lund Ammi ke haath mein… unki kaampi hui ungliyaan… unki siskiyan.

Andar se garmi neeche tezi se fail rahi thi.

Ammi ne jhatke se haath peeche kheench liya.
“Nahi… mat karo… Rehaan aa sakta hai… please Sir…”

Unke chehre pe ghabrahat aur laali dono saaf thi. Aankhein dari hui thin, lekin jism ab bhi bilkul chipka hua tha.

Sir ne us inkaar ko nazarandaaz kar diya. Dono haath aage badha kar unke chuche kapdon ke upar se zor-zor se pakad liye. Nichoda. Masla. Ungliyon se nipple ko dhoondh-dhoondh kar dabaaya, ghumaya, phir se nichoda.

“Itne bhari… itne naram…
Haath mein aate hi lagta hai jaise phool se bhare hon.
Roz sochta hoon inhe nanga karke muh mein lungaa…
In nipplon ko daanton se dabaane ka.”

Ek haath se unke chuche masalte hue doosre haath se usne apna lund pakad liya aur hilana shuru kar diya. Mota, nassein ubhre hue lund Ammi ke pet ke bilkul qareeb tha. Kabhi uske suit se touch ho jaata, kabhi unki gand ke upar se ragad khaata.

“Dekho isse…
Tumhari wajah se itna hard hai.
Itna pani nikal raha hai…
Tumhari is moti gand aur bade chuchon ne pagal kar rakha hai mujhe.”

Usne lund ko Ammi ki gand se ragadte hue hilaya. Doosre haath se unke chuche ab bhi zor-zor se masal raha tha.

“Yeh jism ab mera ho chuka hai.
Samajh gayi?
In chuchon ko main roz nichodunga…
Is gand ko apni lund se laal kar dunga.
Rehaan ke saamne bhi ek din yeh sab karunga…
Tab tum kya karogi? Sisakti rahogi bas?”

Ammi ki awaz ab control se bahar ja rahi thi.
“Sir… ahhh… chhod do…
nahi… please…”

Lekin alfaz ab kamzor padte ja rahe the. Unke pair thartharane lage the. Jism dheere-dheere dheela padta ja raha tha. Jab Sir ne unke nipple ko zor se khicha to unke munh se ek tez, lambi siskaari nikal gayi.

“Haan… aise hi awaz nikaalo.
Mazza aa raha hai na?
Munh se ‘chhod do’ bol rahi ho, lekin yeh jism ko meri taraf dhakel raha hai.
Kitni garam ho chuki ho…
Salwar ke andar geeli ho rahi hogi na?”

Sir ab aur tezi se apna lund hila raha tha. Kabhi usse Ammi ke pet se touch karata, kabhi unki gand ke upar se ragadta. Haath unke chuchon par se hat nahi raha tha.

“In bade chuchon ke beech apna lund ragadunga ek din…
Phir neeche le jaakar is gand ke beech…
Aur phir seedha tumhari chut mein.
Bolo… chahiye na yeh mota lund?”

Ammi ab sirf sisak rahi thin. Karaah rahi thin. Aankhein band, munh thoda khula hua. Chehra pura laal. Pairon mein jaan nahi bach rahi thi. Woh bilkul Sir ke jism par latak si gayi thin.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh sab dekh aur sun raha tha.
Ammi ki har siskaari, har “please”, har kaampi hui awaz meri ragon mein garmi daal rahi thi. Neeche pant tight ho chuki thi. ek gandi si bechaini jo ab control se bahar hone lagi thi.

Sir ab bhi unke peeche chipka hua tha ek haath se chuche nichodta hua, doosre haath se apna mota lund hilata hua… gandi-gandi baatein karta hua.

Ammi ki dabi-dabi siskiyan, unka laal chehra, aur Sir ka mota lund jo unke jism ke bilkul qareeb hil raha tha sab meri aankhon ke saamne tha. Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ke mujhe khud apni dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi. Main khud ko control karne ki koshish karta, lekin nazar baar-baar Sir ke lund aur Ammi ke kaampe hue honton pe atak jaati. Ek gandi si garmi jo ab meri jaanghon tak fail chuki thi.

Sir ne tab ek nayi harkat ki.

Usne ek haath se Ammi ke kameez ke upar se hi unke daayein chuche ko pakad kar bahar ki taraf kheenchna shuru kiya. Soft fabric thoda sarak gaya. Uska naram, gol chucha aadha nazar aane laga — gora, bhari hua, nipple ka rang kapde ke neeche se jhalak raha tha. Sir ne usse mutthi mein bhar liya aur zor-zor se masalna shuru kar diya. Dabaaya, nichoda, ungliyon se nipple ko pinch kiya aur ghumaya.

“Dekho yeh…
Kitna naram hai.
Haath mein aate hi lagta hai jaise koi pighalta hua phal ho.
Itna bada chucha… meri mutthi mein bhi poori tarah nahi aa raha.”

Doosre haath se woh apna lund hilaye jaa raha tha. Mota, sakht lund Ammi ke pet aur gand ke bilkul qareeb tha. Kabhi unki salwar se takrata, kabhi hawa mein upar-neeche hota. Pani ki ek dhaar uske sirey se nikal kar latak rahi thi.

Sir ne kaan ke bilkul paas muh laakar kaha,

“Itna khoobsurat jism… ?
Yeh chuche, yeh gand, yeh poora badan…
bas mere haathon ke liye bana hai.
Samajh rahi ho na?”

Usne chuche ko aur zor se nichoda. Ammi ke munh se ek tez siskaari nikal gayi.

“Sir… chhod do…
Rehaan… ahhh… mat kariye…”

Awaz mein ab zor nahi tha. Alfaz kamzor padte ja rahe the.
Sir muskuraya

“Kitna maza aa raha hai na is chuche ko masalte hue?
Bolo… kaisa lag raha hai jab main is ko aise dabaata hoon?
Yeh jism ab mera hai.
Roz in chuchon ko nichodunga…
is gand ko laal kar dunga…
aur tum bas sisakti rahogi.”

Usne apna lund Ammi ki gand ke par ragadte hue hilaya. Doosre haath se unke nange hone wale chuche ko ab bhi be-rehmi se masal raha tha.

Main darwaze ke peeche se har ek harkat dekh raha tha.
Har siskaari, har “chhod do”, har baar jab Sir unke chuche ko zor se dabaata meri garmi aur badh jaati.

Sir ka haath ab tezi se hil raha tha.

Usne Ammi ke ek chuche ko kapdon ke upar se hi mutthi mein bhar rakha tha aur be-rehmi se masal raha tha. Doosre haath se apna mota lund itni tezi se hila raha tha ke uski nassein ubhar aayi thin. Munh se gandi-gandi baatein nikal rahi thin tuti-phuti saanson ke beech.

“In… chuchon… ke liye…
Is… gand… ke liye…
Bas… bas ab…”

Phir uska jism ek dam se tana. Lund ne jhatke lene shuru kiye. Sir ne daant peeche kiche, gardan upar uthaayi aur ek gehra, dabba hua saans chhoda. Uske lund se tez dhaar mein nikalna shuru ho gaya garam, chipchipa pani.

Pehli dhaar seedha Ammi ke haath par giri. Doosri unki salwar ke upar. Teesri phir se unke haath aur kameez ke neeche wale hisse par. Itna zyada tha ke kuch had tak unki jaangh tak bhi beh gaya.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pathra sa reh gaya.

Itna pani… itni tezi se… Sir ka lund ab bhi jhatke le raha tha, aakhri boondein tapak rahi thin. Meri aankhein phaili hui thin. Andar se garmi aur ek ajeeb si hairani ek saath daud rahi thi. Main saans lena bhi bhool sa gaya tha.

Sir haanf raha tha. Usne thoda side hote hue sink ka sahara liya. Lund ab dheela padne laga tha, lekin abhi bhi haath mein tha.

Ammi aankhein band kiye hue thin. Tez-tez saansein le rahi thin. Unka jism halka-halka kaanp raha tha. Kameez ka ek hissa geela ho chuka tha. Main dekh raha tha unke chehre ko laal, pasine se chamakta hua, hont kaampe hue. Mujhe laga ke shayad unke bhi kapdon ke andar kuch nikal gaya ho.

Kitchen mein kuch moments ke liye bilkul khamoshi chha gayi.

Sir ne aakhir mein apna lund pant ke andar kiya, zip upar kiya aur saans ko control karte hue seedha khada ho gaya. Woh Ammi ke paas aaya. Unke maathe par apne hont rakh kar ahista sa kiss diya.

Phir bina kuch bole unke bagal se nikal gaya.

Darwaze ki ahista si awaz aayi… aur woh band ho gaya.

Ammi ab bhi wahi khadi thin. Aankhein band. Haath sink ke kinare par. Unke jism se ab bhi halki tharthari jaa nahi rahi thi.

Sir ke nikalte hi kitchen mein ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi.

Ammi dheere se aankhein kholi. Pehli nazar apne haath par padi jahan Sir ka garam pani ab bhi chipchipa laga hua tha. Woh kai second tak bas ghurti rahi. Jaise usse yakeen na ho raha ho ke yeh sach mein hua hai. Ungliyaan halki si kaamp rahi thin. Chehra ab bhi laal tha, lekin ab us laali mein ek aur rang mil gaya tha.

Phir usne ahista se haath ko apni naak ke qareeb le aaya.

Garam, teekhe se maniy ki khushboo uske nashon mein utri. Usne gehra saans liya. Saans uski ek dam se tez ho gayi. Aankhein ek second ke liye band ho gayin. Chehre par sharam, aur ek gandi si bechaini ek saath tairne lagi.

Tab kuch aisa hua jo main soch bhi nahi sakta tha.

Ammi ne jeebh bahar nikaali aur apni ungli ke sirey par lage pani ko ahista se chaat liya.

Pehle bilkul halka sa… jaise test kar rahi ho. Phir jeebh phir se nikli. Is baar zyada clearly. Usne ungliyon ko muh ke andar tak le jaakar us pani ko chusa. Aankhein band thin. Chehre par ek ajeeb si khushi jaise woh us swad ko poori tarah mehsoos karna chahti ho.

Main darwaze ke peeche se yeh dekh kar pagal sa ho gaya.

Dil ek jhatke se dhadak utha. Aankhein phail gayin. Dimag mein ek tezz sa jhatka laga. Meri Ammi… Sir ka pani chaat rahi thin. Itni bhookh se, itni khamosi se. Andar se garmi ek dam se neeche utar aayi. Main saans lena bhi bhool gaya. Bas dekhta raha.

Ammi ab bhi apne haath ko muh ke qareeb liye hue thin. Kabhi ungli chaatti, kabhi do ungliyon ko ek saath muh mein le leti. Uske hont geele ho chuke the. Saans ab bhi bhaari thi. Kitchen ki khamoshi mein sirf uski ahista-ahista saane ki awaz aa rahi thi.

Main Bas dekh raha tha… apni Ammi ko Sir ka pani chaatte hue.

Unhone apne haath ko ek baar phir dekha jahan ab bhi uske pani ke nishaan chamak rahe the. Is baar uske chehre par sharmindagi nahi thi. Ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi… aur uske neeche ek garmi jo ab bhi uske jism mein dabi hui thi. Usne ahista se salwar ke geele hisse ko bhi chhua. Ungliyaan wahan ruk gayin. Aankhein band ho gayin. Jaise woh us ehsaas ko dobara mehsoos karna chahti ho.

Phir woh dheere se bathroom ki taraf chal di.Aaina ke saamne khadi hokar apne aap ko dekha. Kameez ka ek hissa ab bhi geela tha. Usne dono haath se apne chuchon ko pakda — kapdon ke upar se. Halka sa dabaaya. Phir ek haath neeche le jaakar salwar ke upar se apne us hisse ko chhua jahan ab bhi garmi baaki thi. Aankhein band kiye hue usne gehra saans liya. Chehre par ab koi kashmakash nahi thi. Bas ek sukoon… jaise usne andar hi andar sab kuch qabool kar liya ho.

Jab Ammi bathroom se nikalne ko hui to main ahista se apne kamre mein laut aaya. Bistar par baith kar deewar se peeth tegayi. Aankhein band kiin, lekin jo kuch abhi dekha tha woh aankhon ke peeche chal raha tha Ammi ka jeebh nikalna, uska pani chaatna, uska chehra.

Pehli baar dimaag mein ek baat bilkul saaf utri:

“Ab yeh meri purani ammi nhi rahi…
wo bilkul badal chuki hai
aur main isse rokne wala nahi.”

Yeh sochte hi ek ajeeb si thandak si meri ragon mein utri. Uske saath hi neeche woh gandi si garmi phir se jag uthi.

Shaam ko jab hum dono hall mein saamne aaye, to beech mein ek khamoshi tair rahi thi.

Ammi ne chai banayi. Cup dete waqt uski nazar meri nazar se mili Unki aankhon mein ek naya sakoon tha… ek ajeeb si khushi. Main cup pakad kar baith gaya. Kuch nahi bola. Woh bhi kuch nahi boli.

Agle din subah jab main utha to kitchen se halki si awaaz si awaz aa rahi thi.

Ammi chai bana rahi thin. Unke chehre pe ek ajeeb si narmi thi halki si muskurahat jo pehle kabhi itni asani se nahi dikhti thi. Baal bhi aaj sambhale hue the. Woh mujhe dekh kar boli,
“Uth gaye? Chai piyoge ya khana khaoge.”

Awaz mein woh purani thakan nahi thi. Main cup lete hue unhe gaur se dekhta raha. Andar se sab clear ho gaya yeh khushi kal ki wajah se thi. Main kuch nahi bola. Bas “Haan” keh kar apne kamre mein chala gaya.

College mein poora din ajeeb guzra.

Sir kahin nazar nahi aaye. Class mein nahi, Main beech-beech mein unke cabin ki taraf dekh leta, lekin wahan taala laga hua tha. Ek ajeeb sa khali-pan sa mehsoos ho raha tha.

Shaam ko jab ghar pahuncha to Ammi ne pehle hi pooch liya,
“Sir aaj college nahi aaye kya?”

Maine bag sofe pe rakhte hue jawab diya,
“Maalum nahi Ammi… aaj college mein bhi nahi dikhayi diye.”

Ammi bas “Hmm” keh kar chup ho gayin. Lekin unke chehre pe jo halki si bechaini thi, woh main saaf dekh sakta tha.

Doosre din bhi yahi hua.

Sir phir nahi aaye. Poora din wait karta raha, lekin na class mein dikhe, na kahin aur. Unka phone bhi switch off aa raha tha.

Shaam ko ghar aaya to Ammi ka chehra udaas sa tha. Aankhon mein bechaini saaf jhalak rahi thi. Unhone phir se poocha,

“Aaj bhi nahi aaye kya wo?”

Maine sir hilaya,
“Maalum nahi Ammi… aaj bhi nahi dikhe. Unka call bhi nahi lag raha.”

Yeh sunte hi unke chehre ki udaasi aur gehri ho gayi. Woh kuch nahi boli. Bas chupchaap kitchen ki taraf chal diin.

Main sofe pe baith kar unke peeche dekhta raha.
Meri pyaari ammi

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