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

[Farjana Mim]

Please don't use so many English words.

[Sajeda Siddiqui]

Dashing and thrilling update. Beautiful and brilliant writing.

[Maria Kerry]

Very nice,hot,erotic and exciting update

[Lavoni]

Bahut hi garam aur behad hi kamuk kahaani

[Pinkboy]

Great going

[rajeev13]

Please don't use so many English words.

I agree, Hindi ka maza alag hai...

[Deepak_bull]

Hai doston, mujhe aapke replies bahut pasand hain, aur zyada hot updates aane wale hain. Update kal aayega. Aur haan, agla update poori Hindi mein hoga, koi English word mix nahi.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 25


Davendra ka mota lund ne meri mummy ki gaand ko bahut dheela kar diya.








Vah kushiyon ke takiye par gir padi, haanfte aur kaanpte hue, aansu behte hue. “Kripya, 
Davendra, ise nikaal do. Main ise sahan nahi kar sakti. Yah har jagah jalta hai.”
Vah sthirmudra mein raha, sirf sira aur ek inch ka danda uske andar. “Sira andar hai. Yah
 sabse bura hissa tha. Ab sirf saans lo. Main tab tak nahi hilunga jab tak tum shaant nahi
 ho jati.”


“UUUUHHHHH,” vah dard bhari awaaz mein karahi, uski gaand ka ched uske charon taraf
 paagalpan bhare kampan mein sikudta aur khulta. “Yah itna bhara aur galat mehsoos hota hai.
 Mujhe nahi lagta main aur zyada le sakti.”


Usne sabse dheemi gati se gehra dhakelna shuru kiya, ek aur inch ko dard bhari dekhbhaal se 
andar daalte hue. Uske andar ki deewarein usko bahut kas kar jakad rahi thi, har chhoti harkat
 nayi pratirodh se milti. 


Nazar gandi thi: uski badi, tail se sani hui gaand alag alag, naadiyon 
wala danda dheere dheere us nishiddh ched mein gayab hota, uski gaand ka ched patla, 
chamakdar gulabi halka mein khinch gaya.






“AAAAHHHH, aur nahi,” vah gidgidati, awaaz toot rahi thi. “Yah bahut gehra hai. Mujhe lagta 
hai main tukdon mein toot rahi hoon.”
Vah aadhe raste par ruk gaya, use gehraai mehsoos karne deta. “Tumhare paas mera aadha 
hai ab. Teri gaand ise le rahi hai. Sirf saans leti raho.”


“UUUHHH, main nahi kar sakti,” vah roti hui boli, uska sharir kaanp raha tha. “Kripya ruk jao,
 main taiyaar nahi hoon.”
Usne phir intezaar kiya, uski peeth ko dheere se sehlate hue jab tak uski cheekhein dheemi 
kaanpti siskiyon mein badal nahi gayi. 



Sirf tab usne ek baar phir aage badhaya, dard bhare
 inch se inch, jab tak uske kamar uski mulayam gaand ke kushiyon ke virudh chipak nahi 
gayi. Vah poori tarah se uski gaand ke ched mein daba hua tha.


Maa ne lambi, tooti hui “UUUUUHHHHHH” nikali aur dheeli pad gayi, uske neeche kaanpti 
hui, aansu chadar ko bhigo rahe the.
Shabdon se jawab dene ke bajaye, Davendra ne use sabse kathor tareeke se jawab diya. 
Usne uske kamar par pakad mazboot ki, thoda peeche khincha, aur phir poori taakat se aage
 dhakela.


Usne apna poora mota land uski gaand ke ched mein ek hi zor daar dhakke se andar daal diya.
 Is baar koi reham nahi, koi dheemi entry nahi. Usne khud ko poora daba diya, uske andkosh
 uski twacha par zor se thappad maarte hue jaise vah ek hi baar mein andkosh gehra chala
 gaya.


Maa ki cheekh kamre mein chaku ki tarah cheerti hui. Yah lambi, zor ki, aur poori dard se bhari 
thi. Vah cheekhi "AAAAAHHHHHHH! OH MERE BHAGWAN NAHI! YAH BAHUT BADA HAI! 
AAAAAHHHHHHH! KRIYA RUK JAO! YAH BAHUT DARD KARTA HAI! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Uski 
awaaz jhatke se unchi aur tez shuru hui, phir gehri, kaanpti ron mein toot gayi jo kabhi 
khatam nahi hoti lagti.





Vah cheekhti rahi aur cheekhti rahi, uska muh takiye par khula hua, aansu uske chehre se bahte
 hue, uska poora sharir aage jhatka khata jaise is hamle se bachne ki koshish kar raha ho. 
Lekin Davendra ne uske kamar ko mazbooti se pakda, use ek inch bhi hilne nahi diya. Cheekh
 minute bhar tak chalti rahi, kachi aur bebas, bedroom ke har kone ko bharte hue.


Us ek zor daar dhakke ne uske poore sharir mein lahrein bhej di. Uski badi gaand zor se hil gayi,
 mulayam maans lambi der tak hilta aur kaanpta raha, gaand ke gaalon par lahrein pani ki tarah.
 Twacha pratap se aur laal ho gayi. Poora bistar aage peeche hilta raha, lakdi ka frame zor se 
kararta aur cheekhta, gadda ke springs har harkat par shikayat karte hue.


Headboard deewar par zor se thadak se takraya jo goonj utha. Bedside table par paani ka glass
 zor se khadkhadaya, surface par bajta hua, andar paani hilta aur kuchh kinare se girta hua.
Deewar par chhoti parivaar ki tasveer ka frame hil gaya aur tedha ho gaya.


Davendra poori tarah ruk gaya, apna poora land gehre daba kar, vah bilkul nahi hila, sirf vahin
 raha, use poora khinchav mehsoos karne deta, uska sharir uske virudh chipka hua.
Thodi der baad, vah uski peeth par thoda jhuka aur neeche, santusht awaaz mein bola. 


"Laanat, teri gaand ka ched mere land ke charon taraf itna garam mehsoos hota hai. Yah 
andar se jalta hua garam hai. Teri peeth ka ched itna garam kyon hai aisa? Mujhe abhi batao."
Maa abhi bhi cheekh rahi thi aur ro rahi thi, uska sharir aniyantrit roop se kaanp raha tha. 


"AAAAAHHHHH! Kyunki tum itne mote ho! AAAAAHHHH! Tum mujhe bahut chauda khinch 
rahe ho! Yah mujhe andar gehre aag ki tarah mehsoos hota hai! AAAAAHHHH! Yah har jagah
 jalta hai!"


Vah poore paanch minute ke liye bilkul sthirmudra raha. Uska land uske andar dhadak raha
 tha lekin usne dhakka nahi maara. Usne yah uski gaand ko sahi tarah se train karne ke liye 
kiya, kas halke ko majboor karne ke liye ki vah shaant ho jaye aur aakaar ko sweekar kare, 
uske sharir ko sikhaaye ki vah ladai kiye bina use le.


Yah uska tarika tha use poori tarah se todne ka, dard ko us cheez mein badalne ka jise vah 
baad mein bina nahi reh sakti. Un lambi minute ke dauraan, usne ek haath se uski peeth ko
 dheere se ragda aur shaant karne wale shabd bole. "Sirf dheere saans lo. Tum ise itna accha 
le rahi ho. Mere charon taraf shaant ho jao. Apni gaand ko khulne do. Tum perfect kar rahi 
ho."


Un shaant, khinche hue minute mein jab vah poora uske andar tha, sab kuchh hamesha ke 
liye badal gaya. Maa vahin poori randi ban gayi. Gaand sex vah akhiri cheez thi jise usne 
abhi tak chhua nahi tha, uske sharir ka akhiri hissa jo abhi bhi pavitra aur niji mehsoos hota
 tha. Vah pahle se hi bahut baar dhokha de chuki thi, apna muh aur yoni use de chuki thi, 
lekin uski gaand akhiri tukda tha.


Jab uska land ise poora bhara aur vahin raha, kuchh bhi pavitra nahi bacha. Usne apna har 
ek ched apne pati ke boss ko unke vaivaahik bistar mein saunp diya. Vah ab poori tarah se 
chinhaayi gayi thi jaise ek vyabhichaari jo kuchh bhi karegi.







Us pal se, maine use apni maa ke roop mein sochna band kar diya. Vah aurat jisne mujhe 
pala, mere liye khana banaya, jab main der se aata to chinta karti—vah vyakti gayab ho
 gayi. Meri nazron mein, vah sirf ek randi ban gayi. 


Ek vivahit randi jisne chuna ki uski 
gaand chudwaye jab baap door mehnat kar raha tha. Ek gandi, roti hui kutiya jo doosre
 aadmi ko apni sabse niji jagah barbaad karne de rahi thi.


Davendra ko bilkul pata tha ki ek sahi vivahit aurat ko poori randi mein kaise badla jaye,
 aur usne yah kadam dar kadam kiya. Usne kaam par chhote compliments se shuru kiya 
jo use muskurane par majboor karte. Phir gupt sandesh aur coffee break.


Phir chhupe chhue aur jaldi chumban. Phir khatre wale jagahon mein poora sex. Phir 
apne bistar mein lambi raatein. 


Aur akhir mein gaand—vah kriya jo akhiri sharm ko hata
 deti hai. Usne spasht roop se yah doosri auraton ke saath pahle kiya tha kyunki vah
 itna shaant aur dhairyavaan raha. Use pata tha ki dheemi chedna, achanak zor daar 
dhakka, lambi rukawat uske sharir aur man ko poori tarah se haar maan ne par majboor
 kar degi.


Paanch minute khatam hone ke baad aur maa ki zor ki cheekhein dheemi siskiyon 
mein badal gayi, Davendra ne phir hilna shuru kiya. Usne apna land bahut dheere
 se bahar khincha jab tak sirf sira andar na reh jaye, uski gaand ko khinchte aur
 usse chipakte dekhta, phir usne ise poori tarah se andar ek sthir, mazboot harkat se
 dhakel diya.


Usne yah baar baar dohraya—dheera bahar khinchna, dheera gehra andar dhakelna
—jaise vah uski gaand ko sikha raha ho ki kaise vyavhaar kare, halke ko train kar raha
 ho ki vah aur chauda khule aur har baar use asani se sweekar kare. 


Uska ched har 
stroke ke saath zyada istemaal kiya hua dikhta, tail se chamakdar, asani se khinchta.
"Mere saath saans lo," usne dheere se kaha jaise vah phir gehre andar sarak raha tha.
 "Mujhe sach batao—kya dard ab kam mehsoos ho raha hai, ya kuchh naya accha 
mehsoos hone laga hai?"


Maa takiye mein ro rahi thi lekin jawab diya, "Yah abhi bhi bahut dard karta hai, lekin
 andar gehre yah bhara mehsoos alag hai. Kripya ise aise hi dheere rakho."
"Tum chahti ho main chalta rahoon bhale hi dard ho?" usne poocha, gehre pakad kar
 ek pal ke liye.


"Haan, main chahti hoon tum chalte raho.
Mujhe tumhari harkat mehsoos karne ki zaroorat hai," usne aansuon ke beech jawab
 diya, uski awaaz kaanpti lekin pakki.


Uski lagataar cheekhein jaise uski purani maa wali atma ko dhoti ja rahi thi. Har siski
 jaise acchi patni aur parvaah karne wali maa ko alvida kehti ro rahi thi, nayi bebas 
randi ke liye jagah bana rahi jo har ched mein land ki zaroorat rakhti thi.


Jaldi hi Davendra ne ek sthir pumping rhythm mein badal diya, upar neeche, andar 
bahar, samay guzarne ke saath thoda tez hota. Uske kamar mazboot aur niyamit taur
 se kaam kar rahe the, uski laachila gaand ko har dhakke par chauda khinchte aur 
har khinchna par thoda band karte.


Halka laal aur foola hua ho gaya lekin har stroke ke saath zyada ichcha se khulta.
"Dekho usko," usne awaaz garv se bhari hui boli. "Teri gaand ab mere liye sach mein 
khul rahi hai. Yah land ko sahi tarah se lena seekh rahi hai. Kya tum mehsoos kar rahi 
ho ki kitna asaan ho raha hai?"


"Haan, main mehsoos kar rahi hoon ki yah tumhare liye zyada chauda khul raha hai,"
 maa ne jawab diya, uski cheekhein chhoti moan se mil rahi thi. "Yah tumhare liye itna
 khinch raha hai."


Bistar aur tez hilne laga, har pump ke saath hilta.
Chadarein uske sharir ke neeche mud gayi aur gumdi hui, jagah jagah paseene se 
bhigi. Takiye zameen par girte rahe. Deewar par ghadi uski keel ke virudh zor se
 khadkhadati, sab hilawat se extra tik tik awaaz banati.


Mere dimag mein main lagataar bina awaaz ke gidgidata raha, "Davendra, kripya thoda
 dheere karo.


Agar tum ise aise hi jaari rakhte to maa ki gaand barbaad kar doge. Yah bahut door 
khinch rahi hai. Kya agar yah hamesha dheeli reh jaye? Kya agar vah kal baithne par 
dard mehsoos kare? Kya agar baap wapas aane par kuchh galat mehsoos kare?" Main 
chinton se bhara tha—uske sharir ke hamesha badalne ke baare mein, uske baad sharm
 mehsoos karne ke baare mein, sab kuchh bikharne ke baare mein.





Lekin dheere dheere, bahut minute ke upar, maa ki dard ki cheekhein sukh ki moan 
mein badalne lagi. Jalne ka mehsoos gehre bharepan se mil gaya, aur uska sharir 
khinchav ka aanand lene laga.
Uski awaaz badal kar "Ahhhh, oh haan, aise hi, aur gehra jao, kripya ab mat rukna" ho
 gayi.


Davendra ne badlav turant suna aur uski awaaz aur kathor ho gayi. "Yahan hai, meri
 gandi chhoti randi. Meri vivahit gaand ki kutiya boss ke land par gaand mein maza le 
rahi hai. Tumhe ab pasand aa raha hai, hai na? Kaho ki tum meri gandi dhokhebaaz 
kutiya ho."


"Haan, main teri gandi randi hoon," maa ne boli, abhi bhi ro rahi lekin aansuon ke 
beech zor se moan karti. "Main teri gaand ki kutiya hoon. Mujhe yah pasand hai bhale
 hi dard ho."


Thap thap thap awaaz kamre ko poori tarah se bharne lagi—zor ki, geeli thappad uske
 kamar uski badi gaand ke gaalon se takrane ki. Tail ne sab kuchh chipchipa bana diya,
 to har pratap tez aur lapata hua awaaz karta, tez aur zor hota jaise vah aur zor se 
pump karta.


"Teri gaand ka ched sabse behtar ched hai jo maine kabhi mehsoos kiya," usne use 
bataya, saans bhari. "Yah itna garam aur kas hai, mujhe perfect jakad raha hai. Yah 
mujhe teri yoni se zyada sukh deta hai. 


Aur socho—yah vah hi ched hai jise tum har 
subah potty karne ke liye istemal karti ho, jise tum din bhar kaam par baithti ho—aur 
ab yah mera niji chudai ka ched hai, mere land ko doodh ki tarah nichod raha hai 
jaise yah iske liye paida hua ho."







"Haan, yah ab tera ganda ched hai," maa ne wapas cheekh kar bola, aansu uske 
chehre se bahte lekin uski gaand usse milne ke liye peeche dhakel rahi. "Meri potty ke
 ched ko jaise chahe istemal karo. Yah itna accha mehsoos hota hai jab tum ise gehre 
chodo."


Is teevra pumping ke dauraan, uski badi chhaatiyan uske sharir ke neeche aage 
peeche hil rahi thi, nipples chadar par ragad rahi thi.


Paseena dono se bah raha tha, unki twacha chamak rahi thi. Uski ungliyan gadda mein
 gehre dubi hui, mazbooti se pakdi hui. Kamra paseena, tail, aur kachche sex ki zor ki 
boo se bhara tha. 



Davendra khud ko rok nahi saka—uska chehra laal tha, ankhen sirf 
us jagah par kendrit thi jahan uska land uski gaand mein gayab hota tha, poori tarah
 se kho gaya ki vah kitni kas aur garam mehsoos hoti thi.


Main poore samay mutth maar raha tha, mera haath tez aur zor se hil raha tha. Yah 
dekhna bilkul sabse gande porn video ki tarah tha, lekin hazar guna bura kyunki 
gaand mein lene wali aurat meri apni maa thi, meri nazron ke saamne roti, moan 
karti randi mein badli hui.


Yah mujhe gusse se bharta—maa par gussa ki usne khud ko aisa banne diya, 
Davendra par gussa ki usne use aise barbaad kiya, khud par gussa ki main nazar hata
 nahi saka aur itna maza le raha tha.


"Kripya, Davendra ji, jaldi andar khatam karo," maa ne gidgidaya, uski awaaz toot 
rahi thi. "Main aur zyada nahi le sakti. Kripya meri gaand mein virya daalo. Mujhe 
bhari do."


Davendra ne kathor hasi. "Oh nahi, meri laalchi chhoti kutiya, main abhi khatam 
nahi hua. Teri gaand mere land ko nichodne mein bahut perfect mehsoos hoti hai. 
Main is vivahit gaand ko chudta rahunga jab tak main poori tarah se santusht na
 ho jaun. 


Tum yaad rakhogi ki is ched ka maalik kaun hai har baar jab kal baithogi."
Usne uski gaand ko bina kisi reham ke pitta raha, uski badi gaand ke gaal har zor
 daar dhakke se paagalpan se hilte, lahrein banate aur uchalte, sab thappad se 
chamakdar laal hote.


Main sochta raha ki uski gaand kabhi pahle jaisi nahi hogi—vah har baar jab vah 
peeche khinchta to chauda khul jati, khinchi aur dheeli dikhti, pahle ki kas ched se
 kuchh bhi nahi.







Akhirkaar uski awaaz badli, zyada kas aur urgent ho gayi. "Yahan aa raha hai. 
Main apna sab virya teri gaand mein gehre daalunga. Main tere andar ko mere 
garam virya se bhar dunga."


"Haan, kripya karo," maa ne cheekh kar bola. "Meri gaand ko poora bhari do."
Usne tez se tez dhakka marna shuru kiya, kamar ek dhundhli mein hilti, zor se 
takrati kyunki pressure bahut zyada ban gaya aur uski kas jakad ne use akhirkaar
 kinare par pahuncha diya.


Maa aur zor se cheekhi. "Yah ab bahut tez hai! AAAAAHHHH! Tum bahut gehre 
ja rahe ho! AAAAAHHHH! Yah mehsoos hota hai jaise tum mere pet mein ho!"
Jaise uska charam sukh aaya, Davendra ne khud ko poora andar daba diya aur 
sthirmudra ho gaya, gehre seene se zor se aur lambi karah nikaalte hue.



"AAAAAHHHHH HAAN! HAR BOOND LE LO! AAAAAAHHHHHH CHODO! 
AAAAAAHHHHHH GAAND KI MAA KI AISA MAZA! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Karahen 
gehri, kachi, aur jaanwar wali thi, uska poora sharir har zor daar spurt ke saath
 kaanpta.


Un zor ki karahon ne maa ko poori tarah se jhatka diya. Usne apna sir jitna 
sambhav tha ghumaya, ankhen chaudi. "Tum itni zor se karah rahe ho, jaise
 jaanwar. Maine kabhi aisa kuchh nahi suna."






Jab vah charam sukh par tha, uska land baar baar uske andar dhadka, gehre 
moti garam virya ki doriyan phenkta. Uski taangein zor se kaanpi, lagbhag girne
 wali. Paseena usse uski peeth par tapakta. 


Bistar ne akhiri baar zor se karara.
Main jaanta tha ki uska virya bahut gehre phenk raha tha, uski aantiyon ko
 bharta, badi matra mein mehsoos hota jaise yah poore pet ke ilaake tak pahunch
 raha ho, uske andar ko poora garam karta.


Maa jhatke mein sans li. "Main tere virya ko itna spasht mehsoos kar sakti hoon.
 Yah itna garam aur mota hai, poore pet tak pahunch raha hai. Itna kaise ho 
sakta hai? Yah aata hi ja raha hai."


Vah poore samay ro rahi thi, aansu lagataar girte, sharir mehsoos se atiprayukt.
Davendra uski peeth par kai lambi minute tak raha, uska wazan use aram se 
dabata, land dheere dheere andar dheela hota jaise akhiri boondein bah rahi thi. 


Phir usne dheere se bahar khincha aur bistar ke doosre taraf chala gaya. Vah
 headboard ke virudh baitha aur dheere se maa ke rote chehre ko uthaya, use 
paas khinch kar aur uske sir ko apne seene se laga kar, baalon ko dheere se 
sehlate hue.


Maa zor se roti rahi, gehri siskiyan seene se nikalti, abhi bhi pet ke bal leti kyunki
 hilna bahut dard karta. Mota safed virya uski khuli gaand se lagataar dharaon 
mein bah raha tha—geele plop awaaz ke baad lambi boondein, jaise virya ki nadi 
dheere se uski darar se bah rahi, chadar par ikattha hoti aur uski jaanghon se 
neeche bah rahi.







Usi nazar par, main zor se aaya, apne haath mein phenkta, mera sharir trellis ke
 virudh kaanpta jaise sukh ki lahrein mujhe marti.
"Shh, ab shaant ho jao, tum avishwasniya thi," usne dheere se use tasalli di, 
ungliyan uske baalon mein chalti.


"Batao, kya tum abhi bhi bahut dard mehsoos kar rahi ho?"
"Haan, yah andar gehre jalta hai," maa ne siskiyon ke beech jawab diya. "Lekin 
yah ajib tarah se bhara aur garam bhi mehsoos hota hai."


"Kya tumne akhir mein kuchh sukh mehsoos kiya, bhale hi thoda sa?" usne 
dheere se poocha.
"Haan, akhir mein yah accha mehsoos hone laga, sach mein accha," usne 
sweekar kiya, uske seene mein roti hui.


"Tum ab meri poori randi ho—meri niji gaand ki kutiya. Yah sun kar tumhe kaisa
 mehsoos hota hai?"
"Mujhe darr aur sharm mehsoos hota hai, lekin yah bhi ki main tumhari poori
 hoon," maa ne jawab diya, aansu uski twacha bhigote. 


"Main teri randi hoon."
Is shaant pal mein, aur virya dheere dheere bah raha tha, chadar par bada 
geela daag banata. Kamra akhirkar shaant tha siwaye uski dheemi roti aur uski
 tasalli dene wali awaaz ke.


"Ab apna muh kholo aur apni jeebh se mere land ko saaf karo," usne shaant 
taur se kaha, uske sir ko neeche le jaate hue. "Tumne ise teri gaand se ganda
 kar diya. Hum dono ko saath mehsoos karo."


Maa ne sir hila diya, aur zor se roti. "Nahi, kripya Davendra ji, main yah nahi 
kar sakti. Yah abhi meri gaand mein tha. Yah bahut ganda hai. Mujhe beemar
 mehsoos hoga."


"Chalo, meri meethi kutiya, sirf chhota sa swaad," usne dheere se manaya. 
"Yah tumhe aur zyada maalik wala mehsoos karayega. Bahut si auratein gaand 
ke baad yah karti hain. Yah aaj ki raat ko seal kar dega."


"Kripya nahi, main sach mein nahi kar sakti," vah roti hui boli. "Yah bahut 
zyada hai."


"Theek hai, aaj raat nahi to," usne akhirkaar sweekar kiya, uske maathe ko pyaar
 se chumte hue. Iske bajaye, usne neeche pahuncha, zameen se uski kaali 
panty uthayi, aur ise istemal kar ke apne land ko dheere se ponchha, sab tail,
 gandagi, aur nishaan saaf karte hue, lace ko har hisse par dheere ragadte hue.


Phir vah bistar ke kendra mein seedha let gaya aur maa ko dheere se apne upar
 khincha. Vah uske nange seene par sir rakh kar sul gayi, ek taang uske upar 
daali, sharir abhi bhi sab kuchh se thoda kaanp raha tha. Usne soya aur maa 
ne apna sir uske seene par rakha aur tasalli dena shuru kiya.









Usne uske sir aur peeth ko dheere gol ghumav mein ragadta raha. "Tum ab 
surakshit ho. Yah bahut teevra tha, lekin tumne sab kuchh champion ki tarah liya.
 Mujhe itna garv hai ki tumne khud ko mujhe kaise diya."


Kuchh minute ki shaant roti ke baad, maa ne apna sir dheere uthaya, uska chehra
 abhi bhi aansuon se geela, uski ankhon mein dekha, aur jhuk kar use gehre aur
 dheere se honthon par chuma.


Chumban lamba, komal, bhavna se bhara tha. Yah poori haar maan ne ko arth 
deta tha us aadmi ko jisne abhi uski akhiri baaki pavitrata cheen li thi, dard aur 
sukh ke mishran ke liye gehra aabhaar, poori sweekriti ki vah ab uski hai uske 
pati se zyada, aur us vyakti ke liye sachche sneh ki shuruaat jisne use hamesha 
ke liye apni ichchhuk randi mein badal diya.

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                                      CHAPTER 26



"Meri mom aur Davendra mere papa ke khilaaf kuch plan
kar rahe hain aur mujhe nahi pata ki vo kya hai."





Subah hone par main jaaga, dhoop bedroom ke pardo se tez, garam kirnon mein bhar kar
andar aa rahi thi jo deewaron aur farsh par nritya kar rahi thi, sab kuchh dhokhe se shaant
dikha rahi thi. Nightstand par ghadi ne 9 AM se thoda aage ka time dikhaya aur ek pal ke
liye main wahan leta raha, ceiling ko takta, ummeed karta ki kal raat ki yaadein sirf ek bura
sapna thi.


Lekin woh nahi thi. Awazein, nazare, jis tarah maa ne poori tarah se samarpan kiya—woh
sab spasht wapas aa gaye, meri chaati ko kas diya. Main dheere se uth baitha, mere muscles
dard kar rahe the ghanton tak bahar trellis se chipke rehne se, mere haathon mein abhi bhi
kaanton ki chubhan mehsoos ho rahi thi.


Ghar shaant tha siwaye kitchen se halki khan khan ki awaaz ke, tazaa parathe aur coffee ki
khushboo hawa mein faili hui—roz ki khushboo jo ab mud kar galat lag rahi thi, jaise ek patli
parda jo neeche ki kachchi dhokhebaazi ko chhupa rahi ho.


Main apne darwaze tak chupke se gaya aur use thoda sa khola, hallway se kitchen ki taraf
jhaankte hue. Wahan thi woh, maa, stove par khadi, spatula se kuchh palat rahi, apne saans
ke neeche purani Bollywood tune ko dheere se gun guna rahi jaise duniya raat bhar mein
tooti nahi thi.


Lekin toot gayi thi. Ab woh Davendra ki poori randi thi, uski samarpit kutiya jisne apne
sharir ka har inch bina jhijhak saunp diya, use woh jagahen claim karne di jahan kabhi kisi
ne nahi kiya tha.


Main samajh nahi pa raha tha—yeh aurat, jo mujhe college ke liye dheere hila kar uthati thi
aur tiffin mein pyar bhare note daalti thi, dad ke saath sabse poori tarah se dhokha kar
chuki thi.


Dad, jo shayad abhi kisi hotel room mein the, mehnat kar rahe aur uske baare mein pyar
se soch rahe. Woh kaise itni shaant, itni sadharan dikhti khadi hui, sab kuchh hone ke baad?
Woh sirf neeli panty aur milti julti neeli blouse mein thi, kapda patla aur uske curves par
chipka hua jaise doosri twacha.


Blouse neeche button kiya hua, uske boobs ke ubhaar ko
dikha raha, aur panty high-cut lace wali, uske kamar ko jakadti aur uski gol gaand ko
mushkil se dhakti.






Main sochta raha ki aakhir woh aisa kyun pehenti jab doosra aadmi—uska lover—abhi yahan
hai. Davendra nahi gaya tha; mujhe guest bathroom se shower ki halki awaaz pahle sunai
di thi.


Kya yeh outfit uske liye tha? Subah ka chedna? Ya woh itni gehri badal gayi thi ki sharm ab
matter nahi karti? Usne pahle kabhi aisa kuchh nahi pehna. Mere badhte hue saalon mein,
maa traditional decency ki tasveer thi—hamesha ghar mein poori saree ya salwar kameez
mein, lazy Sundays par bhi.


Agar guests hote to woh poori tarah se dhak leti, mujhe lecture deti "ghar mein izzat banaye
rakhne" ke baare mein. Agar main sirf shorts mein room se bahar aata to woh frown karti
aur kehti, "Beta, sahi kapde pehno—yeh parivaar ka ghar hai."


Ab, yahan woh aadhi nangi ghoom rahi thi, uska sharir poori tarah se dikhaav par, jaise kisi
niji fantasy mein. Affair ne uski purani atma ki har parat cheen li thi, use is bold, besharm
aurat mein badal diya jo seduce karne ke liye pehenti thi, apni izzat bachane ke liye nahi.






Mere bedroom darwaze se nazar se, maine uski badi gaand ko dekhta raha jaise woh thoda
jhuk kar neeche shelf par masale lene ke liye. Woh gaand—wahi jo Davendra ne kal raat
bina reham pitta tha, khinchta aur bharta jab tak woh cheekhi na aur karahi na.


Ab woh itni bhari aur lubhavni dikhti, har chhoti harkat se dheere hilti, neeli lace panty gaand
ke beech thodi wedged, perfect gol shape ko aur dikhaati. Maa ki gaand woh cheez hai
jiske liye woh jaani jaati hai, itni badi aur moti, isi liye maine is story ka naam aisa rakha.


Maans dheere se hilta tha jaise woh wazan badalti, ek natural bounce jo mere gale ko
sookha deta. Us griping haathon se halke laal nishaan abhi twacha par dikhte the, jaise
hua ki baadges.


Mujhe vishwas nahi hota ki Davendra ka mota land kuchh ghante pahle usi gaand ke ched
mein gehra daba hua tha. Sakht subah ki roshni mein, yah asambhav lagta—un sundar
gaalon ke beech waha kas, chhupa ched ne uska sab kuchh liya, chauda khincha, baad mein
khula reh gaya. Uske sharir ne itni jaldi recover kaise kar liya?





Ab woh itni smoothly hilti, dard ka koi nishaan nahi, sirf mulayam, hypnotic motion jo meri
ankhen unwillingly kheenchti.
Maa counter ponchne lagi, kapde haath mein, surface par door tak pahunchne ke liye stretch
karti.


Uske boobs us tight neeli blouse mein avishwasniya dikhte, bhare aur bhari, har jhukne par
aage dabte, kapda buttons par thoda kas.


Woh scrub karte hue dheere bounce karte, nipples halke outline, use pahle se zyada young
aur vibrant dikhaate. Pichhle mahinon mein woh itni sundar ho gayi thi—twacha smoother
aur chamakdar, ankhen bright, posture confident aur sensual.


Mujhe pata tha yah sab Davendra ke saath affair aur lagataar teevra chudai ki wajah se.
Secrecy ka thrill, kachcha physical sukh, itni fiercely desired hone ka mehsoos—usne usmein
kuchh jagaya tha, stressed housewife ko is radiant, sexual creature mein badal diya jo har
room ko own karti dikhti.


Jaise main dekhta raha, maa ne cooking khatam ki aur carefully tray arrange ki—garam
parathe, dahi, tazaa aam ke tukde, aur coffee ka mug. Usne use chhoti smile ke saath
uthaya aur master bedroom ki taraf chali, uske kamar usual se zyada hilte hue, jaise use pata
ho ki koi admire kar raha hai.


Tabhi Davendra bathroom se nikla, kamar par towel dheela lapeta, uske chaude seene par
paani ki boondein abhi, baal bhege aur uljhe. Woh relaxed aur vijayi dikhta, jaise aadmi
jisne jo chaaha conquer kar liya. Maa ka chehra use dekh kar roshan ho gaya, ek sachcha,
garam smile jo affection se bhara jo maine kabhi dad ko aise nahi dekha.


"Good morning, mere pyar," usne dheere kaha, tray offer karte hue. "Maine tumhare liye
breakfast banaya—aloo parathe jaise tumhe pasand, kinare crispy bahut butter ke saath,
aur tumhari coffee strong do cheeni ke saath."


Davendra ki ankhen khushi se chamki, chehre par badi, santusht smile faili jaise usne tray
uske haathon se liya. "Tum mujhe bahut kharab karti ho," usne gehri aur appreciative awaaz
mein jawab diya.


"Yeh amazing dikhta hai. Tum avishwasniya ho." Usne tray ko bedside table par carefully
rakha, phir use bina jhijhak baahon mein khincha, jhuk kar gehra aur dheere chuma.


Maa ne usse wapas aur zyada intensity se chuma jo maine kabhi dad ko karte nahi dekha.
Dad ke saath chumban jaldi aur affectionate hote, saalon ki comfortable habits. Lekin
Davendra ke saath, usne sab daal diya—uske honth eagerly khule, jeebh uski mili, dheere
moan nikle jaise woh poora sharir uske chipkati, haath uski nangi peeth par slide. Chumban
poori minute tak chala,






passionate aur bhukha, unki saansein bhari hoti gayi. Main utna gussa nahi tha jitna socha
tha—sirf thoda bacha, jaise dull dard. Kal raat ka shock ne zyada rage ko numb kar diya,
resentment aur unwilling fascination ka ajib mishran chhod diya.


Jaise woh chum rahe the, Davendra ke haath uski peeth par neeche gaye aur maa ki
badi gaand par settle ho gaye, possessively pakadte.
Usne pahle zor se nichoda, ungliyan patli neeli panty ke upar mulayam maans mein gehre
dubi, gaalon ko uske palms ke beech bulge karte.


Phir dheere kiya, dheere malish, firm grips jo gaand hilate aur lighter caresses jo curves
trace karte. Jis tarah usne handle kiya, spasht tha ki woh gaand ab uski hai—possessive
lekin admiring, thumbs un spots par dabate jo kal raat se sensitive the, uske kamar ko paas
khinchte taaki woh towel ke neeche harden mehsoos kare.


"Good morning tumhe bhi, meri sundar kutiya," usne saans ke liye rukte hue uske honthon
par murmlaya, haath abhi bhi uski gaand par rhythmic kaam karte. "Subah kaisi mehsoos
kar rahi ho sab kuchh ke baad jo humne kiya? Sach batao—kya sore ho, ya tumhara sharir
mujhe miss kar raha hai?"


Maa ne dheere saans li, apna maatha uske par tikaya, chehre par sharmili lekin khush smile.
"Good morning, Davendra ji. Aaj main poori alag mehsoos kar rahi hoon, jaise nayi aurat.
Mera sharir thoda sore hai, khas kar neeche, lekin acchi tarah jo har harkat par tumhe
yaad dilata hai."


Usne uski gaand phir nichodi, use halka gasp karwaya. "Alag kaise? Batao us sundar dimag
mein kya chal raha hai."
"Main ab poori kutiya mehsoos kar rahi hoon," usne confess kiya, awaaz neeche lekin sthir,
ankhen uski mili bina sharm. "Jaise maine ek line cross ki jisse wapas nahi aa sakti, aur
sach kahoon, main nahi chahti."


Davendra ne aur badi smile ki, uske haath uski gaand par dheemi malish rukte nahi. "Yeh
bilkul sahi hai. Tum aisa mehsoos karti ho kyunki maine kal raat teri gaand chodi.


Mainetumhara woh ek hissa liya jo abhi untouched tha, tumhari baaki purity ka akhiri tukda.
Ab kuchh nahi bacha jo tumhe respectable patni banata. Tum sirf randi ho—meri niji
randi—jo apne lover ke liye taangein failati aur har ched kholti jab pati door ho."


Maa ne dheere sir hilaaya, uske aur paas dabti. "Haan, tum sahi ho. Main teri randi hoon.
Main ab woh izzat deserve nahi karti jo pahle thi. Main sirf tumhari kutiya hoon ab. Mujhe
bina izzat ke treat kiya jaye, mujhe sasti vaishya ki tarah treat kiya jaye."


Baad mein, breakfast share karne aur dheemi awaazon mein aur baat karne ke baad,
maa ne chhoti tray mere room mein laayi—parathe, fruit, aur chai—mere liye. Main bed
par baitha pretend karta raha ki abhi jaaga.


Woh amazing smell kar rahi thi, tazaa jasmine soap aur uski favorite floral perfume ki
mishran, meethi aur inviting. Lekin us clean scent ke neeche, mujhe woh vaishya smell
karti—sex ki musk ko fragrance ki layers se dhakne ki koshish, raat bhar ki total
debauchery ke baad innocent dikhti.






Usne tray rakhi aur jhuk kar mere gaal par pyar se chuma. "Good morning, mere
meethe beta. Breakfast taiyaar hai—garam garam khao."


Maine jaldi sir ghumaya, chumban avoid karte. Mere dimag mein, woh honth
Davendra ke land ke charon lapete the, uske baad jab woh uski gaand mein gehra
tha. Soch ne meri twacha ko crawl kar diya.


Maa seedhi hui, thodi surprised dikhti. "Kya hua? Aaj mom ko morning kiss nahi?"
"Tum aise kyun pehni ho, Mom?" maine poocha, uski neeli panty aur blouse ki taraf ishaara
karte. "Davendra uncle abhi yahan hai. Yeh... ajib lagta hai."


Woh mere bed ke kinare baithi, reassuring smile ke saath. "Oh beta, chinta mat karo. Ghar
aaj garam hai, aur main aise comfortable mehsoos karti hoon. Yeh mera ghar hai aakhir."
"Lekin tum pahle kabhi aise nahi pehnti," maine dabaya.


"Jab sirf hum hote tab bhi nahi.
Aur unke yahan hone par, yeh galat lagta—jaise tum show off kar rahi ho ya kuchh."
Usne mera pair dheere thapthapaya. "Janti hoon yeh naya hai, lekin aaj kal main apni skin
mein accha mehsoos karti hoon.


Zindagi bahut chhoti hai hamesha chhupne ke liye.
Davendra close friend hai—unhe bilkul bura nahi lagta. Sach mein, unhe pasand hai jab
main relaxed hoti hoon."


Humne aur discuss kiya—maine bataya ki mujhe uncomfortable lagta hai, mom ke liye proper
nahi dikhta. Usne explain kiya ki woh khud ko rediscover kar rahi hai, saalon ki routine ke
baad young aur free mehsoos karti, dad itna door rehte to chhoti cheezon ka aanand lena
chahiye.


"Old-fashioned mat bano, beta," usne halke se kaha. "Main abhi bhi tumhari mom hoon."
Aakhir mein, usne change na karne ka decide kiya, khadi hui firm lekin kind smile ke saath.
"Main apne ghar mein jo khush kare woh pehnungi."


Maine bahar se haan kaha "Theek
hai, Mom, jo tum chaaho," lekin andar se gussa tha—jal raha ki uska affair ne use itni selfish
, itni careless bana diya ki mujhe ya dad ko affect kaise hota.


Us subah baad mein, maine unhe compound gate ke bahar dekha, bade neem tree ki
chhaya mein paas khade. Davendra ne use lingering chumban ke liye khincha, uska haath
uski lower back par possessively. Woh gehri baat mein lage, sir paas, awaazein neeche aur
secretive, kabhi kabhi charon taraf dekhte.





Mujhe pet mein kuchh bura mudta mehsoos hua—ek dark premonition ki woh affair se zyada
plan kar rahe. Main front door par khada plants ko paani dete pretend karta raha, aur
snippets pakde—dad ka naam kai baar, shabd jaise "uski position" aur "make sure woh fail
ho." Bilkul accha nahi laga, jaise rag mein barf, lekin maine decide kiya mujhe sach jaanna
hai. Main chhod nahi sakta.


Maa ne mud kar mujhe bright smile ke saath haath hilaya. "Beta, main thodi der ke liye
Davendra uncle ke saath bahar ja rahi hoon. Kuchh important office work khatam karna hai
—tumhare dad ke project ke liye. Shaam tak wapas aa jaungi. Kuchh chahiye to call karna!"
"Theek hai, Mom," maine normal tone force karte jawab diya. "Khayal rakhna."


Woh Davendra ki sleek black car mein chadhi, passenger seat mein asani se settle, aur woh
smoothly drive kar gaya. Maine sirf ek pal intezaar kiya phir bahar daud kar corner se taxi
pakdi. "Aage wali black sedan ko follow karo, lekin thodi doori rakho," maine driver ko bataya,
dil tez dhadakta.


Woh familiar streets se gaye, akhir ek unchi, modern building par ruke—headquarters jahan
dad 15 saal se faithfully kaam kar rahe the. Maine turant pehchana, chamakdar glass facade
company name bold letters mein. Yahan kyun, sab jagahon mein se? Mera dimag confusion
aur dread se ghoom gaya jaise maine taxi pay ki aur family visits se yaad side entrance se
andar slip kiya.




Pillars aur corners ke peeche chhupte, main unka peecha dad ke floor tak kiya. Woh dad ke
private office mein casually gaye, darwaza zyadatar band kar. Maine paas chupke se gaya,
use thoda khola taaki dekh aur sun saku bina notice hue. Andar, woh dad ke desk drawers
aur files mein khoj rahe the, reports aur documents nikaalte.


"Yeh wahi hai," Davendra ne thandi smile ke saath whisper kiya, ek mota folder utha kar.
"Agar hum in numbers ko tweak karein aur kuchh errors daalein, yeh massive negligence
dikhega uski taraf se. Woh mushkil mein hoga aur demote karne ke siwaye aur choice nahi
—ya worse."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, pages jaldi scan karte. "Haan, yahan aur yahan figures badlo. Woh
lately itna distracted raha—kabhi notice nahi karega jab tak late na ho jaye. Yeh uski badi
promotion ki chances ko poori tarah barbaad kar dega jiske liye woh mehnat kar raha tha."





Maine har detail nahi samjha unke plan ka, lekin intent crystal clear tha—woh deliberately
dad ke career ko sabotage kar rahe the, use professionally fail set up kar rahe. Dhokha
bedroom se bahar ja chuka; ab woh uski rozi attack kar rahe.


Davendra ne altered papers side rakhe aur maa ki taraf bhukhi ankhen kar ke mudaa. "Ab
kaam kaafi. Tumhare pati ke office mein aise—yeh mujhe turn on karta hai. Main tumhe
yahin uske desk par chodna chahta hoon. Kal raat maine tumhe uske bed mein liya. Ab
uske workspace mein leta hoon. Main chahta hoon uski zindagi ka har hissa mere mark se
bhara ho."


Maa ne desk ki taraf dekha—dad ka neat organized space hamari family photo chair ki
taraf—aur honth kaata, chehre par sharm aur excitement ka mishran. "Yeh bahut risky
hai, koi andar aa sakta hai. Lekin thrilling bhi lagta hai. Tumne mujhse sab kuchh cheen
liya. Karo—kar do."


Woh dad ka sab kuchh lena chahta tha: uski loyal patni, uska pavitra bed, aur ab uska
professional sanctuary. Ultimate humiliation.
Maa ka dad ke liye pyar kahan gayab ho gaya?


Woh har subah dad ki success ke liye prarthna karti, uske awards ko proudly wall par
frame karti, late raat jag kar presentations prepare karne mein madad karti. Ab, Davendra
ko mahinon se chodne ke baad, woh pyar poori tarah mit gaya—us twisted devotion se
replace jo uske lover ke liye, willing to destroy the man who had given her everything.


Davendra ne use paas khincha aur fiercely chumna shuru kiya, haath urgency se uske
sharir par ghoomte. Maa ne bina resistance allow kiya, barabar fire se wapas chumti,
ungliyan uske baalon mein ulajhti, sharir uske melt, dheere awaazein uske honthon
se nikalti.






Mujhe nausea ki lahar mehsoos hui—maa ne pahle se Davendra ko family home mein
chodne diya, marital bed ko defile kiya, aur ab yahan dad ke office mein, shayad
usi desk par jhuk kar jahan dad apna future plan karta.


Woh kai lambi minute ke baad ruke, bhari saans lete, maathe touch. Davendra ne
pocket mein haath daala aur stunning golden necklace nikaala—delicate chains
chhote diamonds ke saath jo office lights mein sundar chamke. "Yeh tumhare liye,
meri perfect kutiya. Kal raat celebrate karne aur jo tum ban gayi uske liye gift."


Maa ki ankhen genuine surprise se chaudi. "Oh Davendra ji, yeh gorgeous hai.
Diamonds itne clear. Lekin yeh bahut mehnga hoga—sure ho mere liye?"
"Of course tumhare liye," usne smoothly jawab diya. "Tumne sab kuchh de kar
yeh earn kiya. Mud jao taaki pehna saku."




Usne obediently mud kar baal uthaye, aur Davendra ne necklace uski gardan par
bandha, sona perfect uski twacha par settle. Maa ne use delicately touch kiya, dono
haath muh par udaan bharte delighted shock mein. "Mujhe vishwas nahi. Yeh
twacha par itna luxurious mehsoos hota. Bahut bahut shukriya—yeh mere liye
duniya hai."




Necklace sab symbolize karti—woh officially uski marked kutiya ab, uska mehnga
gift proudly pehne hue dad ke office mein khadi, uske against plot karte. Yeh
ownership ka final stamp tha.





"Doston, batao tumhare kya khayal hain, tumhe kya
lagta hai ki agla scene kya hona chahiye?"

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