Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani

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Safehouse mein, Pooja ka kandha bandage se dhaka tha, khoon ke chhinte ab bhi uski vardi par lage hue the.


Kartik darwaza kholte hi uske paas dauda, usse gale laga liya—uski shirt uske pasine se bheeg gayi, aur uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.


“Maa, mujhe laga main tujhe kho doonga,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek gahri si tadap thi. Pooja ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, uski thandi ungliyan Kartik ke garam gaalon par phisli, aur boli, “Kartik, yeh chot kuch nahi hai.”

Uske honthon par ek halki si muskurahat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi gahraai dikh rahi thi.


Kartik ne usse dheere se bed par litaya, uski vardi ki shirt ke button khole—uski skin par khoon ke daag aur bandage ke neeche uski chhati ubhar rahi thi.


Usne Pooja ke stanon ko dheere se chhua, unki narmi uske haathon mein ghul gayi, aur apne honth un par rakh diye—ek geela, garam chumban.


“Maa, tum ab bhi itni garam ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sulagta sa jazba tha. Pooja ne uski pant ki zip par haath rakha, uska lund bahar nikala—mota, garam, aur paseene se chamakta hua—aur usse haath mein lete hue boli, “Yeh mujhe chahiye… abhi, tujhse sukoon chahiye.”



Kartik ne usse spooning position mein liya—piche se uske kareeb aaya, uski taangein Pooja ki taangon se uljhi hui thi, aur apna lund uski choot ke paas laya.


Usne dheere se ragda, uski gili choot ke hothon ko chhedte hue, phir ek halka dhakka mara. “Aah… Kartik… yeh sukoon kitna gehra hai… ooh,” Pooja ne siski li, uska jism bandage ke bawajood thoda sa hil gaya.


Kartik ne uski gardan par apne honth rakhe, us par ek dheema sa chumban diya, aur bola, “Maa, tumhare saath har chhuan ek junoon hai… aah.”


Usne dheere-dheere dhakke mare, uska lund uski choot ke andar tak ghus raha tha, har movement mein ek madhur si rhythm banayi.

Phir Kartik ne usse ghodi banaya—Pooja ne apne ghutne aur haathon par zor diya, uski gaand upar uthi hui thi, bandage uske kandhe par ab bhi dikh raha tha.


Kartik ne piche se uski choot mein lund dala, ek zor ka dhakka mara—uski skin uske jism se takrayi, ek thap ki awaaz goonj uthi. “Maa, teri choot mujhe kheenchti hai… ooh,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan Pooja ki kamar par phisli.


Pooja ne apna sar peeche kiya, uske baal bed par fail gaye, aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe yeh chahiye tha… aah… zor se.”


Kartik ne raftaar badha di, har dhakka uski choot ke andar tak jata tha, uska ras uski janghon par tapakta hua ek mehak chhod raha tha.



Dono ke jism ek saath akad gaye, Kartik ka garam pani uski choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ka ras uske saath mila—ek lambi siski ke saath woh dono jhad gaye, unke paseene se sane jism ek doosre se lipat gaye.

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Vikram abhi bhi farar tha, uski boat samundar ke andhere mein ghul chuki thi, lekin Pooja aur Kartik ki jo jodi bani, woh kisi bhi jeet se badi thi.


Har mission, har khatre ke saath, unka bharosa ek nayi majbooti tak pahunch gaya tha.


Safehouse mein ek raat, Pooja ne Kartik ko bed par baithaya, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur boli, “Tu meri aankhein ban gaya hai… aur meri himmat bhi.”


Kartik ne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyan Pooja ki ungliyon mein uljhayi, aur bola, “Maa, tum mere liye zindagi ho—yeh khatra bhi tumhare saath jeene layak hai.”


Unki chahat ab jism se aage badh chuki thi, dil tak ja pahunchi thi—ek rishta jo har din ek naye roop mein sanwar raha tha, Vikram ke khilaaf jung ke beech bhi apni gehraai ko chhoo raha tha.

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Vikram ke raid ke kuch hafte guzar chuke the, aur ghar ka mahaul thoda badla sa tha.

Kartik aur Pooja ka rishta ab gupt nahi raha—Colonel Saab ne apni sahmati de di thi, lekin Kamla, 50 saal ki naukrani, ke dil mein ek chhupi si chingaari jal rahi thi.


Usne Kartik ke saath ek baar jismani sambandh banaye the, aur ab jab woh Kartik aur Pooja ko har roz kareeb dekhti, uska gussa bhadak uthta.


Woh sochti thi, “Pooja ke paas yeh jawan ladka kyun hai jab main bhi usse apna bana sakti hoon?” Usne ek chal chali—apni baaton se Pooja ke dil mein shak paida karne ki.



Ek subah, Pooja kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Kamla wahan aayi. Usne jaan bujhkar zor se apne aap se kaha, “Jawan ladka aur ek aurat… yeh rishta kahan tak chalega? Umra ka farak toh dikhta hi hai.”



Pooja ke haath tham gaye—usne chai ka cup neeche rakha aur Kamla ki taraf dekha. Kamla ne nazrein jhukayi aur chupke se muskurayi, jaise kuch kaha hi na ho.


Pooja ka dil dhadak uthta—Kamla ki baat uske zehan mein ghus gayi. “Kya main Kartik ke liye ab purani ho gayi hoon?” usne socha, uski 43 saal ki umra usse ek bojh lagne lagi.


Usi din shaam ko, Colonel Saab ne Kartik ko apne kamre mein bulaya. Woh apni purani kursi par baitha tha, haathon mein whiskey ka glass, aur chehre par ek gehri chinta.


“Kartik, baith,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek thahraav tha. Kartik ne sar jhukakar kursi li, aur Colonel bola, “Beta, yeh rishta jo tum dono chala rahe ho… maine kuch nahi kaha, kyunki dil ki baat samajhta hoon.


Lekin soch—teri zindagi abhi shuru hui hai. Shaadi, bacche, ek sadharan ghar… yeh sab kaise hoga? Pooja ke saath yeh mumkin hai kya?”


Kartik ka chehra safed pad gaya—usne is baare mein kabhi itna socha nahi tha. “Dada, main Maa ke bina jee nahi sakta,” usne saans lete hue kaha. Colonel ne glass neeche rakha aur bola, “Pyar theek hai, lekin zindagi ke sawaal bhi hote hain. Soch lena.”



Kartik kamre se bahar nikla, uska dil bhaari ho gaya. Colonel ki baatein uske dimaag mein ghoomne lagi—kya woh Pooja ke saath ek “sadharan” zindagi nahi jee sakta?


Kya uski jawani usse kuch alag chah rakh rahi hai? Usne Pooja ko hall mein dekha, jo sofe par baithi ek kitaab padh rahi thi, aur uska dil do tukdon mein baant gaya.

 

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Agli subah, Pooja ne aaine mein apne chehre ko gaur se dekha. Usne apni aankhon ke neeche halki si lakirein dekhi, apne haathon ki chamdi ko chhua, aur socha, “Main 43 ki hoon… Kartik abhi 23 ka hai. Kya uski nazar mein main purani pad gayi hoon?”


Kamla ne mauka dekha aur dopahar ko Kartik ke saamne thodi zyada jhukkar kaam karne lagi—uski saree ka pallu thoda sarka, uske bade stanon ka daraar dikhne lagi, aur usne Kartik ko ek sharaarti nigah di.


“Kartik, chai banau kya?” usne pucha, awaaz mein ek chhupa sa lalach tha. Kartik ne “Haan” kaha, lekin uska dhyan Pooja par tha, jo kitchen ke darwaze se yeh sab chupke se dekh rahi thi.



Pooja ke dil mein ek teer sa laga. Usne apne aap ko shawl mein dhak liya, apne jism ko chhupate hue, aur Kartik ke paas aane se katraane lagi.



Shaam ko, jab Kartik uske kareeb sofe par baitha, usne uska haath pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin Pooja ne haath chhuda liya aur boli, “Kartik, tu mujhe sach mein chahta hai ya yeh bas ek aadat si ban gayi hai?”


Kartik chaunk gaya—uski maa ki awaaz mein ek dard tha jo usse samajh nahi aaya. “Maa, yeh kya keh rahi ho?” usne sawaal kiya, lekin Pooja chup rahi, uski aankhein door ghuma li.

Us raat, Kartik Pooja ke kamre mein gaya. Woh bed par baithi thi, ek purani nightie pehne, apne aap ko chadar se dhak rakha tha.


Kartik uske paas baitha aur bola, “Maa, tu mujhse kyun door ho rahi hai? Bata mujhe.”


Pooja ne dheere se kaha, “Kartik, main teri umar ke hisaab se theek nahi hoon na? Tujhe koi jawan ladki chahiye shayad.”


Kartik ka dil toot gaya—usne Pooja ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur bola, “Maa, tu meri har khushi hai… tujhe yeh shak kyun ho raha hai? Tera yeh jism, teri yeh rooh—mujhe sab kuch chahiye.”



Pooja ki aankhon mein aansoon chamke, lekin usne Kartik ko apne kareeb kheench liya. “Kartik, mujhe yakeen de… ki tu sirf mera hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz thartharayi.



Kartik ne uski chadar hata di, nightie upar ki, aur uske stanon ko chhua—unka naram pan uske haathon mein ghul gaya. “Maa, yeh jism meri chahat hai,” usne bola, uski ungliyan uski choot ke hothon par phisal gayi—geeli aur garam. “Aah… Kartik… mujhe yeh chahiye tha… ooh,” Pooja ne siski li.




Kartik ne uski nightie puri utar di, usse bed par litaya, aur apni pant kholi. Usne apna lund uski choot mein dala—missionary style mein dheere-dheere dhakke marte hue.


“Maa, teri choot mujhe har baar bulaati hai… aah,” usne siskariyan bhari, uska paseena Pooja ke pet par tapka. Pooja ne uske kandhon ko pakda aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe chod… mera shak dur kar de… aah.”


Usne Kartik ka lund apni choot mein aur andar liya, uski janghein uske kamar se takra rahi thi.


Phir Pooja ne Kartik ko neeche kheench liya, uske upar baith gayi—cowgirl style mein uske lund par uchalne lagi.


“Aah… Kartik… tera lund meri choot ko bhar deta hai… ooh,” usne kaha, uske stan hawa mein hil rahe the, paseene se chamak rahe the. Kartik ne uski kamar pakdi aur bola, “Maa, tu meri har tadap hai… aah.”



Dono ke jism ek saath jhad gaye—Kartik ka ras uski choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ka pani uske lund par tapka, unki saansein ek doosre se ulajh gayi.