Mera naam Rahul hai, umar 23 saal. Main apni mummy Meera (44 saal) se is duniya mein sabse zyada pyar karta hu. Mummy sirf meri maa nahi, meri zindagi ka sabse bada sahara hai. Unka chehra dekh kar hi mere dil ko sukoon milta hai. Gori rangat, lambe kaale baal jo hamesha choti mein bandhe rehte hai, badi-badi naram aankhein aur ek mature, bhari-bhari figure (38-30-40). Gaon ke log unko “Meera didi” kehte hai aur unki izzat bahut hai.
Bachpan ki yaadein aaj bhi meri aankhon ke saamne ghoomti hai. Jab main chhota tha, papa shehar mein naukri ke liye gaye the. Gaon mein sirf mummy aur main the. Har subah mummy mujhe nehar pe le jaati thi. Wo mujhe kandhe par bitha kar paani mein utarti thi aur bolti thi, “Rahul beta, mat darna… mummy hai na tere sath.”
Main unke gale se lipat kar hasta tha. Wo mujhe paani mein khilati thi, mere aansu ponchti thi aur jab main thak jaata tha, to mujhe god mein utha kar ghar le aati thi.
Fir ek din mere dada guzar gaye the. Ghar mein bahut dukh tha. Mummy raat bhar roti thi. Main unke paas let kar unka hath pakadta tha. Ek raat mummy mujhe gale laga kar boli thi, “Rahul, duniya mein koi bhi chala jaye, mummy hamesha tere sath rahegi.” Us raat se maine mummy ko aur bhi zyada pyar karna shuru kar diya tha.
Mummy ke bachpan ki sabse badi yaad Mukhiya ji Shyamlal (58 saal) se judi hai. Mukhiya ji gaon ke sabse izzat wale aadmi the – lambi height, moti moochen, strong body aur awaaz mein ek aisi dhaak thi ki log unke saamne khade ho kar baat karte the.
Jab mummy chhoti thi, tab Mukhiya ji unke pita ji ke bahut ache dost the. Dada ki maut ke baad Mukhiya ji ne hamare parivar ka poora khayaal rakha tha. Wo mummy ko “Meera beti” kehte the aur kabhi-kabhi unke ghar aa kar mithayi, kapde aur paise dete the. Mummy ko yaad hai ki tab Mukhiya ji ne unko nehar pe le jaa kar kaha tha, “Meera, tu akeli mat feel karna. Main hamesha tere liye hu.”
Ab mummy 42 saal ki ho chuki thi aur Mukhiya ji ab bhi unko purani nazron se dekhte the. Unki aankhon mein sirf pyaar nahi, ab ek gehri bhookh bhi thi.
Nehar ka wo din-
Ek bahut garam subah thi. Mummy nehar pe kapde dhone gayi thi. Main bhi thodi der baad nehar ki taraf chala gaya. Nehar ke kinare pedon ki chhaon thi aur subah ki halki dhoop pad rahi thi.
Jaise hi main nehar ke paas pahuncha, maine dekha ki mummy paani mein khadi thi. Unki saree geeli ho chuki thi aur badan se chipak gayi thi. Blouse ke andar choochiyon ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Unki choti khul gayi thi aur lambe baal peeth par bheeg kar latak rahe the. Mummy paani mein jhuk kar kapde dhone ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Mukhiya ji bhi wahan the. Wo nehar ke kinare khade the aur mummy ko dekh rahe the. Unhone dhoti aur ganji pehni hui thi. Unki strong body dhoop mein chamak rahi thi. Mummy ne Mukhiya ji ko dekha aur muskurate hue boli, “Namaste Mukhiya ji. Aap bhi nahane aaye hai?”
Mukhiya ji ne gehri awaaz mein kaha, “Haa Meera. Subah-subah nehar ka paani bahut acha lagta hai. Tu akeli hai kya aaj?”
Mummy ne saree ka pallu theek karte hue kaha, “Haa, Rohan ghar pe hai. Uske papa to shehar mein hai.”
Mukhiya ji nehar mein utar aaye. Wo mummy ke bilkul paas khade ho gaye. Paani unke ghutno tak tha. Unhone mummy ki taraf dekha aur dheere se kaha, “Meera, tu ab bhi utni hi sundar hai jitni 18 saal ki thi. Yaad hai jab tu chhoti thi, main tujhe nehar pe le jata tha? Tu paani mein khelti thi aur main tera khayaal rakhta tha. Jab tere papa guzar gaye, tab tu raat bhar roti thi. Main tujhe gale laga kar kehta tha – ‘Meera beti, mat ro… main hu na tere sath.’”
Mummy ki aankhon mein purani yaadein aa gayi. Unki saans tez ho gayi. Wo dheere se boli, “Mukhiya ji… wo din bahut purane hai. Aapne bachpan se mera khayaal rakha hai. Tab aapne mujhe nehar ke kinare bitha kar kaha tha ki main akeli nahi hu. Aaj bhi aap yahin hai.”
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ka hath pakad liya aur usko apne kareeb kheench liya. Paani mein unki bodies ek doosre se lag gayi. Mukhiya ji ne mummy ke gaal pe hath ferte hue kaha, “Meera… tu ab beti nahi, aurat ban chuki hai. Tere pati baahar rehte hai. Main dekh sakta hu teri aankhon mein akelapan. Tu hamesha muskurati rehti hai, lekin raat ko akeli hone par kya karti hai? Main jaanta hu… tu bhi aurat hai, tujhe bhi pyar chahiye.”
Mummy ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo sharma kar boli,“Mukhiya ji… ye galat hai… main aapki beti jaisi hu… lekin… aapki baatein sun kar dil ko sukoon mil raha hai.”
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ko aur kareeb kheench liya aur dheere se uske hontho pe kiss kar diya. Pehla kiss bahut soft tha. Mummy pehle hatti, lekin fir thodi der ke liye lipat gayi. Kiss dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya.
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ki saree ka pallu side mein sarka diya aur blouse ke upar se choochiyon ko dabane laga. Mummy siskari bhar uthi, “Aaahhh… Mukhiya ji… mat kijiye… aaahhh…”
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ke blouse ke hook khole aur badi choochiyan baahar nikaal li. Unhone ek nipple muh mein liya aur zor se choosne lage. Mummy tadap uthi aur unke kandhe pakad liye.
“Aaahhh… Mukhiya ji… aur zor se… bachpan se aapne mera khayaal rakha hai… aaj bhi rakh lijiye… aaahhh… doosri choochi bhi chooso…”
Mukhiya ji ne dono choochiyon ko baari-baari choosa, kaata aur jeebh se ghumaya. Mummy ki saans bahut tez ho rahi thi. Uski taangein kaamp rahi thi.
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ko nehar ke kinare ki chhoti si reti pe le aaye. Wahan paani kam tha. Unhone mummy ki saree poori utaar di. Mummy ab sirf geele blouse aur petticoat mein thi. Mukhiya ji ne apni dhoti utari. Unka mota lund khada tha.
Mummy ne usko dekh kar sharma kar aankhein band kar li. Mukhiya ji ne mummy ko reti pe litaya aur uske upar chadh gaye. Unhone mummy ki petticoat upar ki aur panty neeche ki. Fir apna lund mummy ki chut pe ragadne lage.
Mummy ne dheere se kaha,“Mukhiya ji… dheere… bahut mota hai aapka… aaahhh… bachpan se aap mera sahara the. Aaj bhi sahara ban jaiye…”
Mukhiya ji ne ek tez dhakke mein lund andar ghusa diya. Mummy ki cheekh nikal gayi,“Aaaahhh… faad di meri chut… bahut mota hai… dheere… aaahhh… poora andar daal do… jaise bachpan mein aapne mera hath pakad kar chalaya tha… aaj bhi andar tak le chaliye…”
Mukhiya ji ne dheere-dheere rhythm badhaya. Har dhakke ke sath mummy ki choochiyan hil rahi thi. Wo mummy ke honth choos rahe the aur choochiyon ko dabate jaa rahe the.
Mummy ab khul kar moan kar rahi thi, “Haa Mukhiya ji… aur zor se… chodiye mujhe… aaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… aur gehra… meri chut aapke liye hai aaj… bachpan ki yaadein ab naye rang le rahi hai…”
Mukhiya ji ne speed badha di. Nehar ke paani ki halki awaaz aur unki chudai ki thap-thap awaaz mil rahi thi. Mummy ki gaand reti pe ragad rahi thi. Mukhiya ji ne mummy ko ghuma kar doggy style mein kiya aur peeche se zor-zor se thokne lage.
Mummy chillati rahi, “Aaahhh… aur zor se…… haa… main aapki hu Mukhiya ji… chodiye apni Meera ko… bachpan se aapne mera khayaal rakha… aaj bhi rakh lijiye… aaahhh… main jhad rahi hu…”
Mukhiya ji ne mummy ki kamar pakad kar bahut tez dhakke maare. Neha ki choochiyan latak rahi thi. Last mein Mukhiya ji ne mummy ke andar hi garam maal bhar diya. Mummy zor se kaamp uthi aur jhad gayi.
Dono thak kar ek-doosre se lipte hue let gaye. Mummy ne Mukhiya ji ke seene pe sar rakh kar kaha, “Mukhiya ji… aapne bachpan se mera khayaal rakha hai… aaj bhi rakha. Ye galat hai… lekin mujhe bahut sukoon mila. Ab aap jab chahein aa jaiye… lekin Rohan ko kuch pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Mukhiya ji ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya aur bole, “Meera, tu ab meri hai. Main tera hamesha khayaal rakhunga.”
Main ped ke peeche khada poora scene dekh raha tha. Mera lund baahar nikala hua tha. Maine tez muth maari aur zor se jhad gaya.
Us din ke baad mummy aur Mukhiya ji naye rishte mein bandh gaye. Main chupke se sab dekh raha tha – kabhi nehar pe, kabhi khet mein, kabhi ghar ke peeche.
Meri mummy gaon ke mukhiya ji ki ho chuki thi… aur main unka chhup ke dekhne wala ban gaya tha. Bachpan ki yaadein ab naye rang le chuki thi.