Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

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CHAPTER 13

"Mujhe pasand nahi ki Devendra meri maa ko kaise control kar raha hai."

Main dustbin ka bhari plastic dhakkan poora upar kiya aur dheere dheere bahar nikla, ek taang pehle, phir doosri. Ghutne sakht ho gaye the, peeth dard kar rahi thi, poora jism chipchipa aur ghinn laga raha tha. Raat ki thandi hawa thappad ki tarah lagi.


Kuch second wahi khada raha, tez saans lete hue, samajhne ki koshish mein ki main hoon kahan. Washroom ke peeche wala path sunsaan tha, door se party ka music aur samundar ki halki lehron ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Maine jhatke se khud ko saaf karna shuru kiya, shirt par, shorts par, baahon par zor zor se thapthapaya.


Chhote chhote phal ke chhilke aur geele tissue ungliyon se chipke hue the. Dahi aur sadte aam ki badboo poore mein samayi hui thi. Maine haath ghaas par ragde, palm tree ke tand par ragde, jo bhi mila us par ragda.


Apne aanchal par thook kar muh ponchhne ki koshish ki. Main paagal lag raha tha, lekin parwah nahi thi. Bas itna normal dikhna tha ki party mein wapas ja sakun.


Ab plan saaf tha. Dad ko dhoondhunga, ek taraf le jaunga, bolunga bahut tabiyat kharab hai, pet dard bhi dikha dunga. Unse minnat karunga ki abhi villa wapas chalen. Mom hamesha dad ki baat maanti hai.


Chahe unka mood kuch bhi ho, agar dad bol dein “Prisha, chal rahe hain,” to woh purse uthayengi aur bina sawal kiye aa jayengi. Yeh hi ek tareeka tha jo aage jo hone wala tha usko rok sakta tha.


Main tez tez chal pada roshni wali taraf jahan party ab bhi chal rahi thi. Jooton se pathrilee sadak par gusse wali awaaz aa rahi thi. Chalte hue dimag sabse buri jagah ja raha tha.

Doston se suni kahaniyan, internet ki baatein, shaadiyon mein kanphusi mein suni gossip yaad aa rahi thi.
Achhe ghar ki auraten, izzatdar biwiyan, maaen, jo ek office trip ya ek party mein gayi aur sab badal gaya.

Ek drink zyada, ek dance kareeb, ek “dosti ka” lift ghar tak, aur phir raat ko chupke nikalna, pati se jhooth bolna, secret messages, hotel mein milna.


college ke senior ki biwi yaad aayi jise sab seedhi sadhi samajhte the, baad mein poori colony ko pata chala do saal se pati ke boss ke saath so rahi thi.


Cousin ke bhabhi yaad aayi jo pati aur chhote chhote bacchon ko chhod kar ek ameer businessman ke saath bhaag gayi thi, woh bhi isi tarah ke resort mein mili thi. Wahi peeli roshni, wahi samundar ki hawa, wahi jhooth.


Poora jism thanda pad gaya. Mom aaj raat wahi raasta chal rahi thi. Ek washroom mein kiss, ek gayab panty, ek secret cottage, aur kal woh alag insaan hongi. Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.


Itna khoya hua tha ki ek waiter se takraate takraate bacha jo thandi berry drinks ki tray le kar ja raha tha. Woh ekdum ruka.
“Arrey bhai, careful!” usne tray balance karte hue kaha.


Phir mujhe achhe se dekha aur aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Ek minute… yellow sari wali lady… killer figure wali… woh teri mom hai na?”


Muh khula hi reh gaya haan bolne ko, lekin ruk gaya. Agar haan bola to woh samajh jayega jo woh soch raha hai woh meri maa ke baare mein hai. Kabhi uska muh nahi dekh paunga.


“Nahi… bas family friend,” maine jhooth bola, zameen ki taraf dekhte hue.
Woh hasa, ek percent bhi vishwas nahi kiya.


“Family friend? Lucky family yaar. Woh aurat to poori aag hai. Sari kaise chipki hui hai… boobs jaise kood rahe hain, woh gaand apni hi taal par hilti hai. Aadhe aadmi yahan bhookhe kutton ki tarah dekh rahe hain.”


Chehra jal gaya. Mutthiyan band ho gayi. Lekin zabardasti shaant raha. Usse pata nahi thi meri mom hai. Maarunga to sab kharab ho jayega.
Usne baat jaari rakhi, maza lete hue.


“Aisi auraten? Shadi-shuda, bade bade assets, kapde do number chhote? Sab loyal ban’ti hain, ek sweet-talker mila aur pati minute mein bhool gaye.”


Chup nahi reh saka. “Aisa kyun bol rahe ho?”


Woh kandhe uchaala. “Har hafte dekhta hun bhai. Badi kamar, bada seena, low blouse, yahi log hamesha ‘private tour’ ke liye gayab ho jaati hain. Naam kya hai uska waise?”


Maine lagbhag “Prisha” bol diya, ruk gaya. “Rina,” jhooth bola.
Usne sar hilaya. “Rina type sabse aasaan hoti hain. Trust me.”


Phir aur kareeb aaya, awaaz dheemi ki.
“Aaj raat hi kitne ameer log uske baare mein pooch rahe the. Ek aadmi ne poora private cottage book kar diya sirf uske liye. Bola ‘yellow sari wali, bada sab kuch’. Triple paisa diya no disturbance ke liye.”


Dil tez dhadakne laga. “Kaun?”
Usne socha. “Naam tha Da… Davi… kuch.”
“Davindra?” meri awaaz kaanp gayi.


Usne ungliyan bajayi.
“Haan! Davindra sir. Bade boss. Cottage 808 book kiya, private area wala, bade glass windows samundar ki taraf. Manager se bola 11:30 ke baad koi staff na jaaye. Extra tip bhi diya secret rakhne ko.”


Laga zameen dono pairon ke neeche se gayab ho gayi.
“Cottage 808?” maine dohraya.


“Haan haan. Romantic package, gulab ki pankhuriyan, champagne, sab kuch. Teri ‘family friend’ ko zindagi ki raat milne wali hai.”
Phir mera chehra dekha aur dheere hasa.


“Ruko… woh teri mom hi hai na? Maine tum dono ko pehle saath dekha tha. Jhooth mat bolo.”
Usne aur ek shabd bolta usse pehle maine tray se ek berry drink uthaya aur poora uski shirt par udaal diya. Laal juice uski safed uniform par khoon ki tarah beh gaya.


Woh peeche peeche chillaya jab main tez tez chal diya.
“Madarchod! Bewakoof! Saala haramzada! Problem kya hai tera?!”


Peechhe muda nahi. Kaano mein gussa gunj raha tha. Bheed mein dhakke khaate hue aage badha, logon se takrata gaya bina dekhe. Ek lady ne daanta, “Arrey dikhayi nahi deta?”


Ek uncle bole, “Aajkal ke ladkon mein tameez hi nahi.” Kisi aur ne kaha, “Dekho yeh ladka, kachre ki badboo aa rahi hai.” Parwah nahi thi. Bas dad ko dhoondhna tha.


Main party area mein pahuncha. Mom dad ke bagal mein khadi thi, meethi muskaan, ek haath unki baanh par, perfect biwi. Lipstick taza, sari perfect, lekin mujhe neeche ka sach pata tha.


Seedhe unke paas gaya.

Mom ne mujhe dekha aur chamak kar muskurayi. “Jai beta! Itni der kahan tha? Main fikr kar rahi thi—”
Maine poora ignore kiya aur dad ko dekha.


“Dad, abhi ke abhi chalte hain.”






Dad ne hairani se palta. “Kya hua beta? Itna gussa kyun?”
“Tabiyat bahut kharab hai. Villa wapas jaana hai. Abhi.”


Mom ne narmi se meri baanh chhui. “Jai, kya hua? Chehra poora laal hai.”
Maine baanh jhatke se chhuda li jaise jal gayi ho. “Mujhse baat mat karo.”


Dad ne tyrhi bhau. “Jai, tameez se. Maa se aise baat nahi karte.”
“Maine kaha ghar chalna hai dad. Unko bolo. Woh to aapki hamesha maanti hain.”


Mom ko thes lagi aur confused dikhi. “Beta, aise kyun baat kar raha hai? Kuch hua kya?”
Main dad ko hi ghoor raha tha, aankhen jal rahi thi. Saath hi bheed mein Davendra ka chehra dhoondh raha tha. Agar dikha to pata nahi kya kar dunga.


Dad ne notice kiya. “Aise kyun idhar udhar dekh raha hai? Kisko dhoondh raha hai?”
“Kisi ko nahi,” main jaldi bola. “Bas… please dad.”


Mom ne phir koshish ki. “Jai, kam se kam paani to pi lo. Behosh ho jaayega.”
Dad ne kandhe par haath rakha. “Beta, shaant ho ja. Party to khatam hone wali hai waise bhi. Lekin Davindra sir ka intezar karna padega. Unko dhanyavad kiye bina nahi ja sakte.”


Jaise hi dad ne uska naam liya, khoon mein aag lag gayi.
Mom ne dheeme se kaha, “Haan Jai. Thodi der aur. Yahi humare saath khada reh.”


Maine uski taraf muda, aankhon mein nafrat bhari. Usne dekha aur thoda peeche hat gayi.
Phir usne waiter ko paani ke liye bulaya.


Mera pet dhas gaya jab maine dekha kaun hai; wahi waiter jiski shirt par maine juice udaala tha. Shirt ab bhi geeli aur laal daag wali. Usne mujhe gusse se dekha, phir mom ko dekha aur gandi jaan pahchaan wali smile di.


Mom ko kuch pata nahi chala. Usne tray se glass liya.
“Lo beta, yeh pi lo. Theek lagega.”


Waiter ki smile aur badi ho gayi. Ab usse pakka pata tha. “Yellow sari wali hot aurat” meri maa hai. Haath kaanp rahe the jab maine glass liya. Waiter mujhe aise dekha jaise usne koi ganda khel jeet liya ho.


Maine palta aur tez tez door chal diya, chehra sharam aur gusse se jal raha tha. Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bura din tha. Door ek bench par baith gaya, paani ek hi ghoont mein pi gaya, saans lene ki koshish ki.


Haath itne kaanp rahe the ki thoda paani shirt par gir gaya.
Sabse zyada gussa kisse karun, mom se ya Davindra se? Mom se ki woh ek ajnabi ban gayi? Ya Davindra se ki usne mom ko yeh bana diya?


Phir upar dekha aur kuch aisa dikha ki khoon jam gaya.
Davindra mom aur dad ke paas aa gaya tha, perfect gentleman ki muskaan ke saath. Itni door se sunai nahi de raha tha, lekin honth padh sakta tha.


Usne dad se kuch kaha, namaste kiya, phir resort building ki taraf ishara kiya aur painting dikhane ka ishara kiya.
Dad khushi se sar hilaye aur mom ki peeth thapthapayi.


Mom sharmai lekin muskurayi aur sar hilaya.
Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya ho raha hai.


Davindra dad se permission maang raha tha mom ko “khaas paintings dikhane” ya “private cottages dekhane”. Dad, bharosa karte hue aur fakhr karte hue, haan bol rahe the.


Woh cottage 808 ja rahe the.






Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.
Mujhe yaad aaya waiter ko exact room pata tha.


Main bench se utha aur usko dhoondhne daud pada.
Woh bar ke paas tha, ab bhi shirt ponchh raha tha, dusre waiter se has has kar baat kar raha tha.
Pahunchte hi saans phooli hui thi.


“Sorry pehle ke liye,” maine jaldi kaha. “Drink ke liye. Sach mein sorry.”


Usne aankhen sanki kar dekha. “Ab sorry bol raha hai? Dimag mein gaaliyan dene ke baad?”
“Gusse mein tha. Please. Mujhe teri madad chahiye.”


Usne baahen band ki. “Main kyun madad karun?”
Maine gehri saans li. “Kyunki… yellow sari wali… woh meri mom hai.”


Uski aankhen badi ho gayi. Sach mein shock.
“Teri mom? Jo abhi Davindra sir se cottage 808 mein chudne wali hai?”


Laga thappad pada ho. “Aise mat bol uske baare mein.”
Woh hasa, lekin ab dheere. “Bhai teri mom itni hot hai ki rand jaisi lagti hai. Lekin pehle jhooth bola isliye.”


“Please,” maine minnat ki. “Rokne mein madad kar.”
Usne ek second socha, phir saans bhari.
“Theek hai. Kya chahiye?”


“Mujhe unke aane se pehle cottage 808 mein ghusna hai.”
Usne bhau uthayi. “Chabi chahiye?”
“Haan.”


Usne charon taraf dekha, phir dheeme se bola.
“Housekeeping office kitchen ke peeche. Night supervisor ke paas spare chabiyan dusri drawer mein. Naam Manoj. Bolo Raj ne bheja hai aur cottage ki chabi kho gayi. 500 rupaye do to zyada sawal nahi karega.”


Maine tez se sar hilaya. “Thank you.”
Staff area ki taraf daud pada.


Raste mein dekha mom aur Davindra resort ki seedhiyon ki taraf ja rahe the, mom ki baanh uske haath mein, dad khushi se haath hila rahe the.







Maine service lift se eighth floor liya.
Darwaza khula to hallway mein aage hi dono dikhe.


Abhi mujhe nahi dekha tha. Mom ki badi gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, yellow sari zor se chipki hui. Khud par gaali di ki notice kar raha hun, lekin rok nahi pa raha tha.


Maine intezar kiya jab tak corner mud gaye, phir daud pada.







Room 808 mil gaya. Corridor sunsaan. Left right dekha, dil dhadak raha tha dhol ki tarah, phir chabi daali. Lock khula. Darwaza khola, andar ghus gaya, dheere se band kar diya.






Kamra bada aur romantic tha, halki roshni, bistar par gulab ki pankhuriyan, automatic soft music baj raha tha. Dekhne ka time nahi tha. Ek bada almari mila, jaldi andar ghus gaya, band kiya aur dua ki jis mom se gussa hun woh khole na.


Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki darr tha jab woh aayenge to sun lenge.
Lekin main andar tha.


Aur main kuch bhi karne ko taiyar tha unko rokne ke liye.


Phir almari mein kariban 5 minute chup raha, phir darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi aur mujhe pata chal gaya meri mom aur woh bewakoof Davendra aa gaye hain.

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CHAPTER 14

Mummy ne aakhirkaar Davendra ke saath sabse buri cheez kar di,

mujhe bahut gussa aaya aur maine woh sab dekh liya.

Main cottage mein ghuste hi walk-in wardrobe mein ghus gaya tha. Darwaza thoda sa khula chhoda tha (bas itna ki roshni ki ek patli talwar carpet par kaat-ti hui guzre aur mujhe jo hone wala tha sab saaf dikhe).
Main neeche baitha tha, hanging bathrobe aur extra kambalon ke beech, ghutne seene se chipke, dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki darr tha darwaza khulte hi sun lenge.
Main door click hua.
Mom ki awaaz pehle aayi, kaanpti hui, minnat karti si.
“Davendra… please… humein yahan nahi hona chahiye. Yeh galat hai. Main shadi-shuda aurat hun… maa hun… ek raat ke liye mujhe buri aurat mat banao.”
Davendra ki dheemi, gandi hasi aayi.
“Prisha, meri meethi Prisha, tum to pehle se hi buri aurat ho… aur har pal maze le rahi ho.
Washroom mein dekha tha jab tumne mera lund bhookhi sher-ni ki tarah choosa tha. Mehsoos kiya tha jab tumne panty utari aur achhi si chhinali rand ki tarah mujhe de di. Ab natak band karo. Tumhara jism iske liye chillaa raha hai.”
Mom ki awaaz toot gayi, gunah se bhari.
“Please… mujhe aisi aurat mat banao. Main haath jodti hun. Kishore ke baare mein socho… mere bete ke baare mein socho…”
Lekin minnat karte karte bhi uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha (sirf darr nahi). Waiter ke zalim shabd yaad aa gaye:
Waiter ne kaha tha, “Bhai, har aurat ke andar ek rand soyi hoti hai. Kuch achhe se chhupati hain, kuch jaldi jag jaati hain. Badi gaand, bade boobs, tight sari; bas sahi aadmi ka button dabne ka intezar karti hain.”
Tab usko maarne ka mann tha. Ab har shabd meri khaal par ugta hua sach lag raha tha.
Kabhi nahi socha tha meri khud ki maa (mandir jaane wali, mangalsutra pehne wali, hamesha muskurane wali mom) unmein se ek hongi.
Lekin hum yahan the.
Davendra ne darwaza dheeme se band kiya aur mom ko baahon mein kheench liya. Mere chhupne ki jagah se maine dekha uske haath peeth par se neeche gaye aur yellow sari ke upar se badi gaand zor se pakad li, masla, chootad thoda alag kiye silk ke neeche.
“Dhyaan se suno, jaan,” usne kaan mein dheeme se kaha. “Kishore ko tum par poora bharosa hai. Use kabhi shak nahi hoga. Maine bola tha private art collection dikha raha hun. Woh khush tha, fakhr kar raha tha ki uski biwi ko main culture de raha hun. Humare paas poori duniya ka time hai.”
 
Mom ke kandhe thoda dheele pade. Bas itna hi kaafi tha: dad ka andha bharosa. Agar dad ko lagta tha yeh innocent hai, to uske dimag mein yeh almost innocent ban gaya. Usne kaanpti saans chhodi.
Main almari ke andar se chillana chahta tha, lekin aasteen muh mein daal kar daant gada diye.
Davendra ne aur intezar nahi kiya.
Usne gardan par, jaw par, phir muh par kiss karna shuru kiya (gehre, geele, bhookhe kiss, kamre mein naram gandi awaazein bhar gayi). Kiss karte karte uski ungliyan sari ke kamar mein tuck kiye hisse tak pahunch gayi.
Ek zor ka jhatka diya aur yellow silk left jaangh ke upar se phaad di. Zor ka ripping sound, main chaunk gaya. Lamba slit khul gaya, chamdi wali jaangh aur kamar ka curve saaf dikhne laga.
Mom ki saans atak gayi lekin usne roka nahi.
Main itna gussa mein tha ki galti se almari ka darwaza laat maar di. Thud!
Mom ne turant kiss toda.
“Yeh kya awaaz thi?”
Davendra already blouse aur bra ek saath neeche kar raha tha, bhari boobs azaad karte hue, ek nipple zor se choosne laga.
“Kuch nahi baby. Bas AC hai. Idhar aa…”
“Nahi, maine kuch sunaa. Almari ke andar kisi ne knock kiya jaisa.”
Usne wardrobe ki taraf dekha, aankhen badi badi, ghabrayi hui.
Main jam gaya, saans gale mein atki.
Davendra ne taraf dekha bhi nahi. Bas blouse aur neeche kheench di aur boobs choomne chaatne laga, beech beech mein bolta gaya.
“Relax, meri chhoti randi. Agar andar koi chhupa bhi hai to dekhne do. Dekhe ki asli mard Prisha ko kaise chodta hai. Dekhe ki tum gharwali kitni lund-ki-bhookhi ho.”
Mom siski, sar peeche gira, lekin phir bhi ghabrayi hui wardrobe ko dekhti rahi.
“Sach mein koi hai… mujhe pakka laga…”
Davendra ne nipple halke se kaata aur hans diya.
“To show enjoy karne do. Ab baat band karo aur mujhe kiss karo.”
Usne mom ka jism wardrobe ke darwaze se sata diya (mere darwaze se). Lakdi mere kandhe se takrayi. Ab mujhe parwah nahi thi woh kholegi ya nahi. Kholegi to theek, baal pakad kar ghaseet kar bahar nikal lunga.
Lekin usne nahi khola.
Uski aankhon mein bhookh jeet gayi.
Usne Davendra ka chehra wapas kheencha aur jaise doob rahi ho aur uske honth hi hawa hon, waise desperately kiss karne lagi.
Davendra ne honthon par muskuraya aur peeche peeche chalta gaya jab tak bed se taange nahi takrayi. Zor se baith gaya, mom ko saath kheenchte hue.
Mom ne kiss tode bina uski god mein baith gayi.






Uske honth mahangi whiskey aur nakabandi wali taakat ke swad jaise lage (khatarnak, mana, woh sab jo dad ke safe kiss nahi the).
Davendra peeche jhuka, haath kamar par jakde.
“Maine isi din ka plan mahinon se banaya tha, Prisha. Jaise hi Kishore ne bola ki apni sundar biwi resort la raha hai, maine sapne dekhne shuru kar diye: yeh cottage, yellow sari phaadi hui zameen par, tum mere lund par rand ki tarah sawari kar rahi ho jo tum paida hi isi liye hui ho.”
Mom ne khel khel mein uska seena peeta, lekin muskurayi.
“Tum kitne kharab ho… bilkul kharab… dekho mujhe kya bana diya.”
“Tum hamesha se kharab thi baby. Maine to bas jaga diya.”
Usne saans phoolte hue hasa aur uska coat kandhon se utarna shuru kiya, phir shirt ke button ek ek kar kholne lagi, saath hi bhookhe kiss karti rahi.
Davendra ne bhau uthayi, maza lete hue.




“Dekho to. Paanch minute pehle mujhe rokne ki minnat kar rahi thi, ab suhaag-raat ki tarah kapde utar rahi ho. Itni jaldi kyun jaan?”
Mom ki aankhen kaam se kaali.
“Kyunki… aaj raat maine saari lakeeren paar kar di. Washroom mein tumhara choosa… panty de di… sari phadwane di… main already buri aurat ban gayi. To poori buri ban jaane do. Ab rukne ka matlab hi nahi.”
Usne use seedha litaya aur poori tarah upar chadh gayi, sari kamar par simti hui, boobs azaad latak rahe.
Almari ke darwaze ke jharokhe se mera nazara perfect aur dil todne wala tha: uski badi gol gaand uski jaanghon par baithi hui. Phaadi sari aur petticoat poori tarah upar chadh gaye the.
Woh bade naram chootad (jinhen main sirf “mom ka shape” samajhta tha) ab meri poori duniya barbaad karne ka sabab the. Har woh mard jo ghoorta tha, har gandi soch, har dhokha isi badi gaand se shuru hota tha.
Maine usse nafrat ki. Nafrat ki ki ab bhi chupke chupke ro raha hun, phir bhi aankhen uske hilne, har saans ke saath jhatke khane se hat nahi pa rahi thi.




Davendra ke haath seedhe gaand par gaye, maans ko aate ki tarah masalte hue.
“Bhagwan, yeh gaand… main in chootadon ke beech hamesha reh sakta hun. Belt kholo Prisha.”
Mom jam gayi.
“Nahi… asli sex nahi kar sakte. Kiss, chhuna… shayad… lekin woh nahi…”
Usne kaale andaaz mein hasa.
“Jaldi khatam ho jayega baby. Bas ek baar baith jao. Tumhe pasand aayega. Vada.”
“Nahi… please… agar woh kiya to wapas nahi aa sakta…”
“Isi baat ka to maza hai,” usne gurraya. “Wapas nahi aana. Tum hamesha ke liye meri ho jaogi. Ab belt kholo.”
Usne sar hilaya, lekin haath already neeche ja rahe the, kaanpti ungliyan belt khol rahi thi, button, zipper.
Jab usne pant aur underwear ek saath neeche kheenchi, lund bahar kooda (mota, lamba, nasen ubhari hui).
Mom ki aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Oh my God… itna bada…”
“Kishore se bada?” usne smirk maara.
Mom ne honth kaata, sharm aur excitement se.
“Haan… bahut zyada bada… main aisa nahi bolna chahiye tha…”
“Phir bolo, randi.”
“Yeh… yeh sundar hai,” usne tooti awaaz mein kaha.
Usne ek second waste nahi kiya. Sari aur petticoat aur upar uthayi, ghutne aur chaude kiye, poori tarah uske upar chadh gayi. Panty nahi, kuch bhi raste mein nahi.
Davendra ne lund ka base pakda, seedha upar kiya.
“Aao baby. Baitho. Jo lene aayi thi woh lo.”
Mom ne aankhen band ki, chehra gunah aur bhookh se bigda hua.
“Mujhe maaf kar do Kishore… maaf kar do Jai…” usne hawa mein dheeme se kaha, phir neeche jhukna shuru kiya.
Almari ke jharokhe se maine sab kuch perfect, bhayankar detail mein dekha.
Mota supada uski geelapan ko chhua; woh tapak rahi thi. Supada andar slide hua to usne lambi tooti siski li.
Davendra ne meethi, pyar bhari awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul… good girl… pehle sirf top… mehsoos karo kitna tumhari chut ko zarurat hai… haan… ab thoda aur… perfect… bahut achhe se kar rahi ho meri meethi chhoti randi…”




Mom ki siski cheekh ban gayi jab woh aur neeche baith gayi. Sar peeche gira, muh khula, sone ki chudiyan zor zor se hil rahi thi.
Meri zindagi usi andheri almari mein toot gayi.
Jis aurat ne mujhe pala, college ki tiffin banayi, parent-teacher meeting mein royi thi; woh ab doosre mard ke lund par poori tarah baithi thi, pornstar ki tarah siskiyan le rahi thi jabki uska pati neeche fakhr bhari muskaan ke saath “cultural tour” ka intezar kar raha tha.
Usne poora dhokha kar diya tha.
Aur sabse buri baat? Woh kabhi se zyada khush, zyada wild, zyada zinda lag rahi thi.
Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.
Mujhe khud par ghinn, dad par ghinn jo neeche muskurate hue intezar kar rahe the, us chhote ladke par ghinn jo kabhi sochta tha uski maa farishta hai.
Mom ne finally hilna shuru kiya (pehle dheere gol gol, phir upar neeche, upar neeche), uski badi gaand zor zor se uski jaanghon par thap thap kar rahi thi, bed unki taal par cheekh raha tha.
Maine dono haath muh par rakh kar ro raha tha taaki siskiyan na sunai dein.
Ab wapas nahi aa sakta tha.
Meri maa chali gayi thi.

Aur uski jagah ek aisi aurat thi jise main pehchaanta tak nahi (Davendra par aankhen band kiye sawari kar rahi thi, uska naam siskiyon mein le rahi thi jaise woh hi ek shabd bacha ho).

[harinder4308]

UPDATE PLEASE

[Monika.]

Awesome update

[Wasifahim]

Hottt update brother Update quick

[Ayush01111]

Bhai please is sex scene ke baad bete ko maa ke samne leana or beta kuch na bhi bole par uski ankhe maa ko ek randi bol rahi hai aisi situation me dikha dena please ek baar maa phir kabhi sir na utha sake bete ke samne

[harinder4308]

next update please

[Ajaysingha]

Make it more rough sex and abusive it will be more fun

[Ajaysingha]

Make it more rough and abusive it'll be more interesting

[hfmwife]

Awesome update