Maa ko guitar bajana sikhaya

Mera naam Rahul hai, umar 24 saal. Main Rampur gaon mein rehta hu. Mere papa shehar mein job karte hai aur mahine mein sirf 4-5 din ghar aate hai.

Meri maa Vandana (44 saal) bahut sundar hai – gori rangat, lambe kaale baal jo hamesha choti mein bandhe rehte hai. Badi naram aankhein aur ek mature, bhari-bhari jawani (38-30-40). Wo hamesha saree mein rehti hai aur bahut sharmili hai.

Main guitar bahut acha bajata hu. Ek din maa ne mujhe dekhte hue kaha, “Rahul beta, tu guitar itna acha bajata hai. Mujhe bhi sikhana. Main akeli rehti hu, time pass ho jayega.”

Main muskuraya aur bola, “Theek hai maa, main aapko sikhaunga. Lekin roz practice karni padegi. Aur kareeb baithna padega.”

Us din se har shaam 7 baje maa drawing room mein guitar seekhne baithti thi. Maa ne cream rang ki light cotton saree pehni hui thi. Blouse tight tha, choochiyon ka ubhar halka sa dikh raha tha aur dupatta thoda dhila tha.

Pehle din main unke saamne baith gaya. Unhone guitar pakda. Main ne unke hath ko pakad kar pehla chord dikhaya. Meri ungliyan unki ungliyon se takra rahi thi. Maa ne halki si siskari li, “Beta… teri ungliyan bahut garam hai.”

Main ne muskurate hue kaha, “Maa, guitar seekhne ke liye hath pakadna padta hai. Aap relax raho.”

Doosre din main unke peeche baith gaya. Maa guitar pakad kar baithi thi. Maine unke dono hatho ko apne hatho mein le liya aur unke peeche se guide karne laga. Mera seena unki peeth se lag gaya. Maa ki saans thodi tez ho gayi.

“Maa, ye chord aise bajta hai,” Maine unke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha. Meri saans unki gardan par pad rahi thi. Maa ne dheere se kaha, “Rahul beta… tu itna kareeb baithta hai to maa ko garmi lag rahi hai.”

Main ne muskurate hue unki kamar par hath rakh diya aur bola, “Maa, guitar ke liye aise hi baithna padta hai. Aap tension mat lo. Main aapko dheere-dheere sikhaunga.”

Teesre din maa ne ek slow romantic gaana bajane ki koshish ki. Jab wo galti se galat chord bajti thi, main unke hath ko pakad kar sahi position dikhata tha. Is baar mera hath unki kamar se upar badh gaya aur blouse ki side se unki skin chhoo gaya.

Maa ka badan kaamp gaya. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Beta… tu mera beta hai… itni closeness… maa ko bahut ajeeb lag raha hai.”

Lekin main ne hath nahi hataya. Main ne unke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Maa… aap aurat bhi ho. Aap bahut akeli rehti ho. Guitar ke bahane hum dono ke beech thodi closeness ho sakti hai na? Aapko acha nahi lag raha kya?”

Maa sharma kar neeche dekhti rahi. Unki saans tez ho rahi thi. Main ne unka pallu thoda side mein kiya aur unki kamar par hath ferne laga. Maa siskari bhar uthi, “Aaahhh… Rahul beta… mat kar… maa teri maa hai…”

Main ne unke kaan mein gehri awaaz mein kaha, “Maa… aapki ye geeli saans… aapki ye naram kamar. Main dekh sakta hu aap kitni tadap rahi ho. Guitar sikhane ke bahane main aapko wo pyar de sakta hu jo aapko chahiye.”

Maa ka chehra laal ho gaya. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Beta… ye galat hai, lekin maa bahut tadap rahi hai. Tu mera beta hai, lekin aaj raat tu maa ko guitar ke alawa kuch aur bhi sikha sakta hai.”

Us raat drawing room mein sirf table lamp ki halki, peeli roshni thi. Maa ki cream saree abhi bhi thodi geeli thi aur badan se chipak rahi thi, jaise wo khud hi mera invitation ban gayi ho. Guitar side mein pada tha. Main maa ke bilkul paas baith gaya tha. Maa ne mera hath pakad liya aur dheere se, saans rok kar boli, “Rahul beta… maa ko bahut akela-pann lagta hai. Tu mujhe guitar sikhane ke bahane itna kareeb aata hai. Maa ko acha lag raha hai, lekin ye galat bhi lag raha hai. Dil mein kuch aur ho raha hai.”

Maine unka chehra apne hatho mein liya. Unki aankhein sharam se bhari hui thi, lekin usme ek gehri pyaas bhi chamak rahi thi. Maine dheere se unke hontho pe kiss kar diya. Pehla kiss bahut soft tha – jaise koi komal sparsh. Maa pehle thodi hatti, lekin fir usne bhi aankhein band karke mere hontho se lipat liya. Hum dono ki jeebh ek-doosre se dheere-dheere ulajhne lagi. Kiss mein maa ki garam saans meri saans se mil rahi thi, unke hontho ki narmi mujhe paagal kar rahi thi.

Kiss ke dauran mera hath unki kamar se dheere se upar badha. Maine blouse ke upar se unki choochiyon ko bahut dheere, pyar se dabaya – jaise unhe samajhna chaahta hu. Maa siskari bhar uthi, unki awaaz mein ek madhur si tadap thi,“aaahhh… Rahul beta… aur dheere… maa ki choochiyan bahut sensitive ho rahi hai… aaahhh… tu unhe pyar se chhoo raha hai na?”

Maine unka blouse ke saare hook ek-ek karke khol diye. Dono badi, gol, naram choochiyan bahar aa gayi. Unke nipples already tight aur khade ho chuke the, jaise mera touch unhe bula raha ho. Maine ek nipple ko apni jeebh se dheere se chhua. Fir muh mein lekar bahut dheere choosne laga – jeebh se ghumata hua, kabhi halka sa kaat-ta hua, kabhi sirf jeebh ki tip se sehlata hua. Doosri choochiyon ko hath se pyar se masalta raha, ungliyon se nipple ko dheere se kheenchta raha.

Maa tadap uthi, unki kamar upar uth rahi thi. Unhone mere baal pakad liye aur dheere se kaha,“Haa beta… aur pyar se chooso… maa ki choochiyan teri hai aaj. Unhe jeebh se sehlao… kaato halka sa… maa ko dard ke sath maza aa raha hai… aaahhh… doosri bhi mat bhoolna.”

Maine dono choochiyon ko baari-baari pyar se choosa, jeebh se chatkaarte hue ghumaya, hatho se unki narmi ko feel kiya. Maa ki saans bahut tez aur garam ho rahi thi. Unki taange kaamp rahi thi aur wo sofa par leti hui tadap rahi thi, jaise har sparsh unki rooh tak pahunch raha ho.

Main ne maa ko sofa par litaya. Unhone saree ki naadi kholi aur panty neeche kar di. Maa ki chut abhi se poori tarah geeli, chamakti hui thi. Maine ghutno ke bal baith kar unki taangein dheere se failayi aur apni jeebh se chut chaatni shuru kar di – pehle upar se neeche tak bahut dheere lick kiya, fir clit ko muh mein lekar halke-halke choosne laga. Kabhi jeebh andar daal kar dheere andar-baahar karta.Maa zor se tadap uthi, unki awaaz mein ek madhur si cheekh thi, “Aaahhh… Rahul beta… aur andar… chaato meri chut pyar se… jeebh andar daal do… aaahhh… bahut tadap rahi thi main. Aaj tu hi meri pyaas bujha de… aur dheere… maa ko har pal feel karne de…”

Maa ne mere baal pakad kar chut ko mere muh par ragadne lagi. Main ne jeebh andar daal kar dheere-dheere andar-baahar karna shuru kar diya. Kabhi clit ko jeebh se sehlata. Kabhi poora muh laga kar choosta. Maa ki kamar upar uth rahi thi. Thodi der mein maa zor se kaamp uthi aur pehli baar jhad gayi. Uska garam, madhur rass mere muh mein aa gaya.

Maine unki chut ko ache se chaat kar saaf kar diya, har boond ko taste kiya. Fir maine apna mota, lamba aur khada lund baahar nikala. Maa ne usko dekh kar sharma gayi, lekin aankhein hata nahi paa rahi thi. Unhone dheere se hath badhaya aur lund ko pakad liya, uski garami ko feel karte hue.

“Beta… itna mota aur garam… maa ki chut mein kaise jayega? Lekin aaj maa chaahti hai ki tu dheere-dheere andar le aaye.”Main ne maa ko ghuma kar doggy style mein kiya. Unhone peeche se lund ko chut ke muh par ragda. Maine dheere se andar ghusa diya – pehle sirf supada, fir dheere-dheere poora.

Maa cheekh uthi, unki awaaz mein dard aur maza dono tha,“Aaaahhh… beta… bahut mota hai… phaad rahi hai maa ki chut… dheere… aaahhh… poora andar le lo… maa ko feel hone de har inch…”

Maine dheere-dheere dhakke maare, har dhakke ke sath maa ki gaand hil rahi thi aur choochiyan latak rahi thi. Main ne unki kamar pakad kar speed dheere badha di. Har dhakke ke sath maa ki awaaz madhur hoti gayi, “Aaahhh… Rahul beta… aur gehra… faad do maa ki chut… chod mujhe pyar se… maa teri hu aaj… guitar ke bahane tu maa ko wo pyar de jo maa ko chahiye tha… aur gehra… meri rooh tak pahuncha do.”

Main ne maa ko ghuma kar apne upar bitha liya. Maa upar-neeche ho rahi thi, unki choochiyan zor se hil rahi thi. Maine neeche se hips utha-utha kar dheere-dheere dhakke maare. Kabhi unki choochiyon ko muh mein le kar choosta. Kabhi unki kamar pakad kar gehre dhakke maarta. Maa ab khul kar moan kar rahi thi, unki awaaz mein ek madhur si cheekh thi, “Haa beta, aur tez… lekin pyar se… maa ki chut faad de… aaahhh… tu mera beta hai…

Lekin aaj tu maa ka mard ban gaya. Chod mujhe jaise pati nahi chodta… andar hi jhaad do… maa ko apna maal de do.”

Main ne speed aur badha di. Har dhakke ke sath maa ki choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Last mein maine maa ke andar hi garam maal bhar diya. Maa zor se kaamp uthi, unki chut mere lund ko tightly pakad rahi thi aur wo mere sath hi jhad gayi. Dono ke shareer ek-doosre se lipte hue kaamp rahe the.Dono thak kar ek-doosre se lipte hue let gaye.

Maa ne mere seene pe sar rakh kar dheere se kaha, “Rahul beta… ye bahut galat tha… lekin maa ko bahut sukoon mila. Tu mera beta hai. Lekin aaj raat tu maa ka mard ban gaya.”

Main ne unke maathe pe kiss kiya aur bola, “Maa… ab har shaam guitar practice hogi. Aur practice ke baad ye bhi, jab tak aap chaahein.”

Maa sharma kar mere seene mein muh chhupa liya.