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

[Rohit]

Very nice update

[Mafiadon]

Excellent and absolutely enticing writing

[Veer]

Awesome and superb update.

[Wasifahim]

stay with current storyline not include child please keep it adultery

[Kerry Watson]

Very much interesting writing. Wonderful writing ✍️

[Ayush01111]

Bete ko bhi gusse me chadha do maa par devender maa ko exploer kare kare or beta maa ko rond de uaki atma ko bhi nichod de

[hfmwife]

Very nice update

[Jetstream]

Bhaii baut mast update tha maza aa gaya ,agge story me prisha uske pati aur bete ko chod ke devendra ke pass rehne chali jai ese karna ,aur please prisha aur uske bete ka sex kabhi mat karana

[Deepak_bull]

          CHAPTER 27

Meri mom mein ab koi sharm baaki nahi rahi.




Main bade filing cabinet ke peeche chhupa tha, dad ke daftar ke darwaze ke thik bahar
galiyare mein, ek tang aur andheri koney mein ghusa hua jahan galiyara aapaatkaleen
 seedhiyon ki taraf thoda mudta tha.


Cabinet ki unchi dhaanche aur upar rakhe dabbon ne poora andha sthaan bana diya tha,
 mukhya hisse se seedhi nazar rokta hua. Maine apni peeth thande dhaatu se satayi, dil
 zor zor se dhadakta hua, daftar ke darwaze ke chhote se khule hisse se jhaankta hua 
jo maine thoda sa khula chhoda tha.


Daftar ka hungama bina ruke chalta raha—log bina doosri nazar diye guzar jaate, apni 
screen ya baaton mein doobe hue. Manzil somvaar ki aam urja se bhari hui thi, lekin 
meri chhupne ki jagah hungame mein ek gupt jeb jaise thi, surakshit aur bina dekhe.


Kamra dad ke purane coffee ke mug ki halki khushboo se bhara tha jo abhi bhi wahan 
baitha tha, ab maa ke halke itar se mila hua. “Davendra ji, pakka koi nahi aayega?” maa
 ne poocha, awaaz dheemi si kanpkanahat mein sachchi fikr se bhari.


“Daftar aaj bhara pada hai—log hamesha failen ya dastkhat ke liye aate rehte hain. Agar 
koi darwaza khatkhata de? Ya bura, seedha andar ghus aaye? Hum aise pakde gaye to sab
 barbaad ho jayega.”


Davendra mez par dheela sa takraya, uski aankhen uske sharir par ghoom rahi thi us purani
 maalikana chamak ke saath, honthon par halki muskan jaise woh use thodi tezi se chalte 
dekhta raha.


“Shaant ho jao, Prisha. Darwaza lagbhag band hai, aur yeh tumhare pati ka niji daftar hai—
koi bina kaaran nahi ghus aata. Subah kaafi jaldi hai, zyadatar log abhi baith rahe hain. Waise
 bhi, agar koi paas aaye to sun hi lenge. Khatra hi to mazaa deta hai, hai na? Socho woh 
josh—tumhare pati Kishore ke daftar mein hi chudai.”


Maa ne tezi se chalna band kiya aur uski taraf mud gayi, chehre par darr aur anichchhuk josh
 ka mishran, baahen sikodi hui jaise khud ko bacha rahi ho. “Mujhe josh maloom hai, lekin 
darr lag raha hai. Agar unka sahayak ho ya saathi urgent kuchh chahiye?”


Is samay usne Davendra ko chumna shuru kar diya aur apni saari utarna shuru kar di, ab 
woh sirf blouse aur peeli panty mein thi. Meri maa ko peeli panty bahut pasand hai aur
 mujhe nahi maloom kyun.





Maa ne baat jaari rakhi, “Tumhare saathi... unhe kabhi kabhi pahunch hoti hai. Aur mere pati
 Kishore ki baat... tumhe un se itni nafrat kyun? Sach batao. Woh hamesha tumhare saath
 izzat se pesh aaye, sir kehte the, tumhare kaamon par adhik samay tak mehnat karte the. 
Woh tumhe apna maalik maante the. Itni door kyun ja rahe ho unhe dukh dene? Sach mein 
sirf mere baare mein hai?”


Davendra mez se hata aur paas aaya, sur badla kuchh gambhir par abhi bhi us niyantran wali 
dhaar ke saath. “Yeh tumse bahut pehle shuru hua tha, Prisha. Kishore bahut... suvidha mein
 hai. Use lagta hai woh seedhi chadh sakta hai bina kisi ko kuchle, hamesha achha ban kar.


 Yaad hai woh bada kaam maine pichhle saal unhe diya tha—jisne mukhyalaya se saari vahvah
 paayi? Unhone mere vichar polish kar ke apne naam se pesh kar diye. Halka sa tha, lekin 
maine dekh liya.”


Maine samjha Davendra dad se irshya karta tha kyunki dad taraqqi kar rahe the chahe Davendra 
maalik hi kyun na ho.


Davendra ne baat jaari rakhi, “Kishore poora karmchari, poora pati banne ka natak karta hai, 
lekin woh bewakoof hai. Use duniya kaise chalti hai nahi maloom. Mujhe usse nafrat isliye hai
 kyunki woh kamzori ka pratik hai—ummeed bina wafadari, josh bina pyar. 


Aur ab, tumhare saath,
 yeh niji ho gaya. Uske paas tum ho, lekin use nahi maloom tumhe santusht kaise rakha jata hai,
 maalik kaise banaya jata hai. Mujhe maloom hai.”


Maa sun rahi thi, chehra thoda naram pada lekin pareshan, paas aati jaise apne aap ke khilaf 
khinchi ja rahi ho. “Lekin Kishore tum jaise ummeedwar nahi—woh jo hai usi se khush hai.”
Davendra ne haath badhaya aur uska gaal dheere se pakda, angutha uske honth par fire. “Shayad
 thoda. Lekin zyadatar poori jeet ke baare mein. 


Jab maine tumhe daftar ke samarohon mein
 dekha, unke bagal mein shishtachar se muskurati hui, mujhe pata chal gaya tumhe zyada aag 
chahiye, zyada tez josh. Kishore tumhe bor karta hai—lambi yatraen, ek hi tarah ka sambandh, 
varshganth bhool jata hai. Unki naukri barbaad kar dena yakeen karega woh toot jayen, aur tum
 poori tarah mujh par nirbhar ho jao.”


Us suljhi hui baat ke saath, usne use kheench liya aur gehre chumne laga, honth jaldi se apna
 banate, haath peeth par ghoomte jaise baat bhari saanson mein khatm ho gayi.


Phir, achanak, Davendra ne use tezi se ghumaya, sharir ghumakar mez ki taraf kiya, peeth apni
 taraf. Usne ek mazboot haath se gardan pakdi, ungliyan gale par lapet kar mazboot galaghot 
mein—bahut dukhane wala nahi lekin niyantran karne wala, saans aur harkat rokta, maa ko 
saans rokne par majboor kiya. Woh peeche se paas daba, sharir use mez ke kinare par thoda 
daba diya.


Jhuk kar, muh bilkul kaan par, dheemi chedne wali gurrahat mein kanfuski maari jo uski reedh
 ki haddi mein kampkapi bhejti. “Batao, meri gandi chhoti randi, sochti ho abhi mera land kahan
 ghusaunga? Andaza lagao. Tum jaise dhokhebaaz patni, pati ke pavitra daftar mein sabse 
zyada kahan haqdaar ho?”






Maa ki saans galaghot se ruk gayi, haath mez ko pakde hue. “Kripya... mujhe lagta... meri yoni?
 Tumhe hamesha woh pasand aati hai.”


Usne gale par ungliyan thodi aur kas di, use kathor nigal ne par majboor kiya. “Galat andaza.
 Phir koshish karo. Socho kya tumhe sabse gandi banata hai. Kya tumhe taaj wali randi banata hai.”
“Mera muh?” usne kanfuski maari, awaaz tang. 


“Tumhe pasand jab main ghutne tekti hoon.”
“Nahi,” usne wapas kanfuski maari, khali haath kamar par sarakta hua. “Ek aur andaza. Kal raat
 maine tumhe poori tarah kahan toda tha?”


Maa ko samajh aa gaya aur dheere se ghabra gayi. “Nahi... gaand ka ched nahi. Kripya, 
Davendra ji, woh nahi.”
Usne andheri hasi se khola. “Haan, bilkul. Main teri gaand ka ched phir chodunga, yahin tere 
Kishore ke mez par. Woh nikamma aadmi jise tum pati kehti ho.”


Maa ne turant virodh kiya, mudne ki koshish ki lekin mazbooti se pakdi gayi. “Nahi, kripya! Kal
 raat tumne meri gaand itni zor se chodi thi—abhi tak dukh rahi hai aur komal hai. Aaj theek se
 chal bhi nahi pa rahi. Itni jaldi phir kyun? Dayaa karo.”


Davendra ne sharmindagi se baat ki, use poori beyizzati di. “Kyunki tum ek bekaar dhokhebaaz 
randi ho, Prisha. Shaadi shuda kutiya jo maalik ke liye gaand failati hai jabki bechare pati ko 
barbaad karne mein madad karti hai. 


Tum dayaa ke layak nahi—tumhe gaand ke khilone jaise
 istemal hone ka haq hai. Kal raat kaafi nahi thi; mujhe tumhe theek se sikhaana hai.”
“Lekin dohraana kyun? Bahut dukh deta hai,” usne minnat ki.


Usne gande tareeke se samjhaaya.
“Baar baar gaand chodne se waqt ke saath teri gaand dheeli ho jayegi—woh tang halka

 hamesha ke liye khinch jayega, har baar aur chauda aur dheela. Taaki aage gaand chodna 
aasaan ho—dukh ki shikayat na ho, jab chahe jaldi aur gehra. Tera ched mere liye khula 


rehna seekh jayega, taiyaar jaise achhi randi ka hona chahiye.”
Maa ne anichcha se kaanpte haathon se peeche haath kiya aur peeli panty ko ek taraf 
kheencha, kapde ko side kar ke poora gaand ka ched dikha diya, gulabi halka abhi kal se 
thoda sooja hua. Usne panty poori nahi utari, sirf dikhane jitna hataaya, lace ne ched ko 
ashleel tareeke se gher liya.


Davendra ne uski gaand ki paap bhari tareef ki, awaaz vikrit adbhutata se bhari. “Oh, dekho
 is pavitra potty ke ched ko. Yeh ek shahkaar ched hai, tang lekin barbaad hone ko mangta
 hua, jaise manaa altar sirf land ki pooja ke liye. 


Bhagwan ne is gaand ko potty ke liye nahi 
banaya, balki pitai aur bharai ke liye, paap aur veerya ka pavitra sthaan. Sirf mere veerya ke
 liye.”


Phir usne apna land pant se nikala, vishaal danda azaad jhoola—kalai jitna mota, bhaari 
naakon wala, avishwasniya lamba aur sakht, sir gusse mein laal aur ras rahaa.


Usne dwaar par rakh kar khoob thooka land par, ghis kar lapeta, aur seedha uski gaand par
 thooka, laar darar se neeche behate dekhta. Maa bekaraari se maangi. “Dheere karo, kripya
—kal jaisi zalimata nahi. Aur meri gaand andar saaf nahi hogi—maine aaj ummeed nahi ki 
thi. Gandaa ho sakta hai.”


Woh phir bhi dhakelne laga, sir mazbooti se dabata. “Kasna mat—poora ched dheela chhod
 do. Bahar mat dhakelo warna gandagi ho jayegi. Gehri saans lo aur sarakne do. Peeche mat 
hato—sirf saho.”
“Oh bhagwan... andar aa raha hai... dheere kripya,” maa ne karahate hue kaha.







Is baar aasani se andar gaya, sir kam virodh se phisla—kyunki kal raat poori tarah khinch 
chuka tha—mushtiyaan abhi dheeli aur sust, poori tarah se wapas nahi aayi, suljha pravesh
 diya.


Usne dheere dheere gehra dhakelna shuru kiya, mota mota inch dar inch mehsoos batate
 jaise poora andar gayab ho gaya—vishaal land gaalon ke beech gayab jab tak kamar poori
 na dab jaye, bilkul daba hua.


Maa kampkapi mein uske charon taraf gaand kas kas kar jakad rahi thi, halka zor se dabata.
 Yeh swabhaavik tha baaki dukh aur achanak bharai se, sharir hamle ka virodh kar raha tha
 laar hone ke baad bhi.


“Itni zor se kas kyun rahi ho?” usne poocha, aadhe mein ruk kar.
“Kyunki abhi dukh hai... meri gaand tumhe bahar dhakel rahi hai... niyantran nahi kar pa
 rahi,” maa bechaini se boli, awaaz tang.


“Abhi kasna band karo—dheela chhodo warna aur dukh hoga. Achhi randi jaise kholo,” usne
 hukum diya.
“Koshish kar rahi hoon... lekin itna hamla sa lagta... andar tak bechain,” usne ruk ruk kar 
saans lete hue kaha.


Usne bataya uski gaand kitni aasani se bulati hai. “Teri gaand aaj mujhe kitne achhe se 
nigal rahi hai. Jaise mujhe yaad kiya ho—kal se bahut aasaan kyunki maine kal raat achhe
 se sikhaaya tha. Mehsoos karo kaise gehra kheench rahi hai?”


“Aaaaaiihh aaaahhh oooohh aaaiiiii haan... aasaan hai... lekin abhi bechain... itna bhara aur
 ajib,” maa bechaini se boli har shabd par dard se muh banate.


Usne aur zor se aage dhakela aur zor zor se chodna shuru kiya, kamar tez hoti lay mein
 takraati, land baar baar gehra ghusta.






Woh daftar ka mez mazbooti se pakde sahare ke liye, ungliyan kinare par safed pad gayi,
 sharir har dhakke se aage jhatka khata. Woh chillane lagi, “Bahut zor se! Bahut gehra ja 
raha! Andar pet mein mehsoos ho raha! Dheere kripya!”


Mujhe fikr hui kaam karne wale darwaze se chillahat sun lenge, awaazein galiyare mein, 
lekin phir maloom hua daftar dhvanirodhi hai—moti gaddi wali deewarein aur bhari darwaza
 niji baithakon ke liye, andar sab poori tarah band, bahar vyast manzil tak koi awaaz nahi.


Usne gaand itni zor se chodi, bina ruke aur gehra, kyunki jaan bujhkar sikha raha tha roz ki
 sakht mar ke liye sweekar karne, aur dheela karne ke liye, jab chahe uske anukool ched 
bana raha.
Maa zor se shikayat karne lagi, “Mujhe tera land pet tak mehsoos ho raha! Itna door dhakel
 raha!”


Davendra ne aage haath badhaya aur ek haath se pet mazbooti se pakda, hatheli neeche
 pet par dabayi. “Main yahan tak mehsoos kar sakta hoon land hilta hua—teri gaand se pet 
tak. Sir andar ubhaar bana raha. Tum bhi mehsoos karti ho, gandi kutiya?”
“Haan... ubhaar mehsoos... gehra hilta... oh bhagwan ajib hai,” maa chillayi.






Yeh baatein sabke bawajood mera land sakht bana rahi thi, andar ki gandi tafseel anchahe
 josh jaga rahi thi.
Usne aur bhi zor se chodna shuru kiya, tezi paagal, uski gaand har takkar se zor se kaanp 
uthi—maans kampkapa raha itne zor ke dhakkon se, mulayam gaalon mein jhatke. Uski 
gaand bhi kaanpi, halka zyada uddeepan se dande par phadphadaya.


Mujhe uski gaand par gehri dayaa aayi—itni satayi hui dikhti, laal aur dard se chauda 
khincha, aur maloom tha dukh dino tak rahega, baithna ya chalna badal dega.
Phir woh kal raat jaise zor se karaha—“AAAAHHHH! CHODO HAAN! AAAAHHHHH! Prishaaaa
 ooohhh mera pyar oohhhhhh teri gaand achhi”—sharir sakht jaise charam aaya.


Mujhe pata tha woh maa ki gaand mein veerya bhar raha, moti boondein gehra pump 
kar raha.
Woh poore paanch minute andar raha, baad ke jhatkon ka maza lete.
“Kripya ab land nikaalo... vishaal land gaand mein bechain kar raha, hilne do,” maa minnat
 jaari rakhi.



“Thoda aur ruk jao,” Davendra shaant se bola. “Mera veerya teri aant mein gehra baithne 
do—maalik hone ka ehsaas achha hai. Teri gaand itni achhi aur garam, kaash mera land 
hamesha teri gaand mein reh sake ooohhhh”


“Lekin tumne gaand se pet veerya se bhar diya,... aur itna khincha... kripya,” usne tark diya.
“Gaand ko veerya zyada der rokne ki sikhaai—tumhe behtar randi banata hai,” usne jawab
 diya.
Akhir dheere land nikala, danda geele awaaz se phisla, ab sust aur chamakdar. Turant 
veerya maa ki gaand se moti dhaaron mein beh nikla, taangon se neeche tapka aur daftar 
ke farsh par safed gaddhon mein gir gaya.






Davendra ne zalimana beyizzati ki. “Dekho yeh gandagi—pati ke daftar mein khuli gaand 
chudwa kar sadak ki randi jaise. Dheeli gaand se veerya uske kaleen par. Socho Kishore ko
 pata chale uska kimti daftar patni ki gandagi se maila ho gaya.”


Maa ne mez se dad ke zaruri kagaz uthaye—jis par mehnat ki thi—aur gaand ponchhi, beh 
rahe veerya ko bekaraari se dabaya. Tang karah ke aur bahar dhakela, Davendra ka aur 
veerya behaya, gaand ponchti rahi thodi saaf hone tak, maile kagaz samet diye.


Usne peeli panty dheere se upar ki aur peeche kursi par baith gayi, lekin do din mein do baar 
gaand chudne se bahut bechain—jalan wala khinchav, baaki bharai, har harkat dard deta.






Woh khule aam muh banayi, chehra bechaini se mud gaya, honth kaat kar dard chhupaya. 
Bekaar aur poori randi mehsoos—istemal hone wala sharir, izzat gayi, pati ki kursi par aant mein
 veerya. “Davendra, aahh tumne gaand se mere pet mein tumhara veerya bhar diya, mehsoos 
ho raha veerya pet mein nach raha hai,” maa saans lete hue boli.


Davendra ne jawab diya, “Sun kar achha lagta hai, tum achha kar rahi ho, fikr mat karo tum 
achhi randi banne ki sikhaai mein ho aur gaand chodna hi sabse achha tareeka hai tumhe 
randi banane ka, meri akhiri randi.”




Davendra ne jaldi pant pehni aur tasalli dene aaya, kursi ke paas ghutne tek kar jaangh malte.
 “Aaram se, tumne khoobsoorati se liya.”
Maa abhi tez muh bana rahi thi. “Kal se zyada dukh hai.”


Woh dheere uthi aur khidki ki taraf gayi, saaf langda kar chalti, har kadam savdhaan aur 
ladkhadata gaand ke zor ke dhakkon ke bojh se—gehra pitai ne andar sab sooj gaya, aam
 harkat takleed deta. Dono haathon se badi gaand pakdi, dukh wale hisse ko dheere dabakar
 sahara diya.






Maa dard se boli, “Aaj ki gaand ki chudai itni sakht thi... socha phat jayegi. Phir itni sakht kyun?”
Davendra khidki par uske paas gaya aur phir tasalli di, peeche se baahen lapet kar. “Kyunki 
tum sah sakti ho, meri mazboot randi. Sakhtai tez sikhaati hai. Saans lo—jaldi aasaan ho jayega.”

[Nainaboss]

Bahut badhiya

[Olivia.]

Very much interesting and exciting writing

[Wasifahim]

hottt sexy update

[Lalu Mastan]

Super sexy,spicy and hot writing. Hats off to you buddy.

[Love_good]

Very nice update bro... But i have suggestion, add some foreplay sucking, licking. Make Devendra work too make him lick and do some foreplay..

[Tasnim Zara]

Superb update

[Zeenat Khanum]

Ekdum lajawab aur kamuk kahaani.

[Jetstream]

Baut mast update pratiksha agle update ki aur ek suggestion hain app 2-3 update ek sath de do

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 28



Meri mom mein kuch bahut khatarnak baat maine notice ki hai.





Uska phone tab baja—papa ka call tha. Main hairaan reh gaya, apni chhupne ki jagah par jam gaya,
dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi.


Usne shaant hokar jawab diya, papa se meethi awaaz mein baat ki, lekin main unki taraf nahi sun
saka ya koi vivran—bas uski baatein jaise "Yahan sab theek hai" aur "Main bhi tumhe yaad kar rahi
hoon, surakshit ghar aana." Ant mein kaha "Love you."


Phone rakhkar usne Davendra ko jaldi se bataya, "Kishore jaldi ghar aa raha hai—uski flight aaj
shaam utregi. Woh utsaahit lag raha tha hume surprise dene ke liye."


Ve jaldi mein baat karne lage, awaazein neechii. "Hume badlaav khatam karke jaldi nikalna chahiye,"
Davendra ne kaha. "Jab woh aaye to normal behave karna—main tumhe le jaunga, woh tumhara
nikamma pati kuchh shak nahi karega, woh tum par bahut vishwas karta hai."


Maa ne jawab diya, "Haan, woh notice nahi karega, lekin hume aur zyada savdhaan rehna hoga."
Davendra ne usse dheere se kaha, "Ab ek baar phir mera land muh se saaf kar do. Apni gaand mein
gaya land saaf karo. Muh se poora chamka do."


Maa ne is baar virodh nahi kiya, mud kar ghutne tek di bina virodh ke, dheere se choosna shuru kiya
—honth sust dande par lapet kar, jeebh poori tarah saaf karte hue swaad ke bawajood.
Maine use yeh karte dekh kar ganda mehsoos kiya, jaanta tha ki seedha uski gaand se, sab gandi
cheezon se mila hua, phir bhi woh maan gayi jaise normal ho.


Davendra maa ko apne saamne ghutne tekte dekh raha tha us ghamandi, vijayi chehre ke saath, uska
haath dheere lekin mazbooti se uska sir pakad kar guide kar raha tha jaise woh sust land muh mein
le rahi thi. Usne neechii, taana bhari hasi nikali, awaaz nafrat se bhari.


"Dekho tumhe, Prisha, land choos rahi ho jo abhi tumhari gandi gaand mein gehra daba tha. Kaisi
ghinnouni, besharm randi yeh karti hai? Apni gaand ka ras mere veerya ke saath mila swaad le rahi
jaise koi meethi cheez. Tummein koi ghamand nahi bacha, hai na? Sirf ek gandi, maili kutiya jo jo
main kahoon choos legi."


Maa ne bilkul parvaah nahi ki, land choosti rahi, honth pehle dheere shaft par lapet kar, phir zyada
utsukta se, jeebh har inch saaf karne ghumati. Usne sir dheere hilaya, ankhen band jaise kaam mein
kho gayi, swaad kadwa aur galat hone ke bawajood peeche nahi hati.


Usne parvaah isliye nahi ki kyunki usne jo seemayein paar ki thi unne sharm ko sust kar diya tha—
pehle kaam par flirt jo gupt chhuan tak pahuncha, wafadar patni se dhokhebaaz banne ki line paar;
phir chhupe jagahon mein jaldi chudai, sharir vivaah ke bahar de diya;


phir vivaahik bistar mein use
aane diya, jagah ko apavitra kiya jo papa ke saath baantti thi; aur ab, gaand ke baad, yeh akhiri
apmaan, muh se saaf karna jaise aagyaakaari pashu. Har kadam ne uski purani atma ko khaaya, agla
kadam kam jhatka dene wala, uski nayi bhoomika mein zyada swabhaavik bana diya uski poori
kutiya ke roop mein.


Davendra ne achanak uska sir tez pakda, ungliyan baalon mein uljha kar, aur zor se neeche
dhakela taaki gehra le. "Yeh hi hai, apni gaand ke swaad par gag kar, nikammi kutiya," usne
karaha, pakad kas kar rhythm niyantrit karte.


Davendra ke land ka akaar uske gaal mein saaf dikhta tha chooste hue, mota sir gaal ke side
se ubhaar bana raha jaise ashleel vikriti, twacha outline par khinchti har dhakke ke saath jo
woh guide karta.


Baad mein, jaise woh choos rahi thi, usne bina chétavni muh mein gira diya, moti dhaarein
bhar di. Itna bhara—uske gaal chipmunk jaise phool gaye, veerya har jagah bhar gaya. Usne
kuchh jaldi nigal liya, lekin baaki beh gaye, honthon ke kinaaron se safed dhaarein behi.


Maa ne blouse par bhi gira diya, chipchipa paani kapde mein bheeg kar kaale dhabbe bana,
thodi se neeche beh kar seene par.


Usne bahut veerya nikala—pehle wale bojh ke baad bhi asambhav lagta zyada, pulse dar
pulse jab tak thoda khansi na aaye overflow se.


Isi samay, daftar ki ghadi deewar par sthir tik tik karti rahi, bahar kaam ke din ki yaad dilati;
uska phone mez par ek notification se baja, nazarandaaz; galiyare mein kaam karne walon
ki halki awaazein door se aayi, bekhabar; aur hawa mein sex ki musky boo dad ke drawer
se baaki cologne se mil gayi.


Maa choosne se thak kar aage jhuk gayi, peeth mud kar ghutnon par sahara liya, kandhe
jhuk gaye prayas se, lekin jaari rakhi jab tak khatam na hua.
Veerya muh ke dono taraf se beh raha tha jaise woh thoda peeche hati, safed boondein
gaalon se neeche sharm ke aansu jaise.


Main bhi tab zor se jhad gaya, chhupkar, haath paagalpan se hilta hua jab tak garam dhaarein
cabinet ke peeche farsh par na gire. Mujhe bahut ganda laga—apni maa ko aise apmaan
karte dekh mutth maarna, uske lover ka gaand se veerya nigalte dekh jhadna. Main bhi
parvaah kyun nahi kar raha? Kyunki ab aadat pad gayi thi—raaton ki jasoosi ke baad shock
khatam, manaa aadat ban gayi jo ghinn se upar uth gayi.





Jaise veerya muh se beh raha tha, Davendra ne uske baal pakde aur tez peeche khinche,
sir upar uthaya, aur gehra chumna shuru kiya, honth zor se takraya, jeebh andar ghusi
gandagi swaad lene.


Mujhe yeh bahut tareekon se ghinnouna laga—pehle, yeh meri maa thi, jisne mujhe pala,
ab doosre aadmi ke saath veerya aur gaand ka swaad badal rahi; doosra, iski poori gandagi
, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila, dono muh mein ghum raha jaise koi vikrit
cocktail; teesra, papa ke saath dhokha, unke daftar mein hi; chautha, kaise use vastu bana
diya, vyakti nahi; paanchva, geele chap chap awaazein jo pet ghuma deti; chhatha, jaanta
tha yeh uske apmaan ka agla kadam, aur main sab dekh raha bekara.


Usne use chuma, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila dono ke muh mein—yeh
ultimate apmaan tha, intimacy ko ghinnouna bana diya.

Kisi tarah maa ko yeh pasand tha, chumban mein karah rahi, haath uski shirt pakde, sharir
uski taraf mud raha jaise gandagi uske josh ko aur badha rahi.





Chumban sakht tha—honth neele pad rahe, daant thoda takra rahe, uska haath abhi baal
khinche angle niyantrit karne, chehre itne zor se chipke dard lag raha.


Baad mein, alag hone ke baad, dono bhari saans lete, baat karne lage "Ab samay aa gaya
hai." Davendra ne haath ke peeche se muh ponchha aur kaha, "Ab samay aa gaya hai,
Prisha. Hume agla hissa aage badhana hai Kishore wapas aane se pehle."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, abhi saans pakadti, blouse par daag aur necklace chamak rahi. "Haan,
samay aa gaya hai. Lekin pakka? Yeh antimt lagta hai."
Main sochne laga ve baar baar "samay aa gaya hai" kyun keh rahe—yeh rahasyamayi
kadam kya? Papa ke ghar aane se juda kya plan?


Woh abhi peeli panty pehni thi lekin kaali blouse ke saath, mishran ajib aur randi pana,
panty pehle side ki ab theek ki lekin geeli. Iska matlab woh poori tarah Davendra ki kutiya
ki bhoomika mein—aasaan pahunch ke liye pehni, sharminda nahi, jo bhi agla maange
taiyaar.


Maine dekha woh use papa ke kagaz de raha—mez se mote folder, dad ki likhawat se
labeled projects aur reports.
Isi samay, daftar ka pankha upar dheere ghoom raha, kagaz sarasaraate jaise woh de
raha; maa ki saans abhi kiss se ruk ruk; door kamre mein phone baja; aur dhoop blinds se
andar aati, farsh par dhariyaan banati.


"Yeh kiske liye?" maa ne poocha, palat kar.
"Yeh Kishore ke asli reports—jo agar koi check kare to bacha sakte hain. Inhe jala do, aur
hamare badlaav hi akhiri version ban jayenge. Ab samay aa gaya hai uski naukri hamesha
ke liye khatam karne ka."


Maine dekha woh use pocket se lighter de raha—chhota chaandi ka apne initials wala. Maa
ne lighter liya aur kagaz pakda, haath sthir lekin ankhen sankoch mein.


Kagaz mahatvapoorna lag rahe—vistrut charts, signed notes, jinmein papa ne ghante
daale—lekin mujhe poora nahi pata, shayad saboot ya backup. Isi samay, bahar kaam
karne wala zor se hasa; maa ki necklace harkat se chamki; Davendra ka phone baja lekin
nazarandaaz; aur hawa mein jalne wali dhooni ki boo bhari.


Main sochne laga maa papa ke saath yeh kyun kar rahi—woh aurat jo papa ki beemari mein
seva karti thi ab unka kaam barbaad? Kya sex itna taakatvar tha?


Usne kagaz jalane shuru kiye—lighter jalaaya, chhoti neeli narangi lau ubhri, aur stack ke
kinaare par lagayi. Kagaz pehle dheere pakda, kinaare kaale mud gaye, phir lau upar
chadhi, dheere karak karte hue patte kha gaye. Dhooan patle dheenre se utha, tez aur
kadwi boo kamre mein bhari.






Usne metal ke kachre ke dabbe mein gira diye, dekhti rahi jaise tez jalne lage, patte mud
kar raakh bane. Isi samay, Davendra peeche hata kar dekhta raha; maa ne haath se
dhooan hataaya; bahar car ka horn baja; aur mera dil tez dhadka.


Dono ek doosre par muskuraye—Davendra ki muskan chaudi aur vijayi, ankhen santushti
se chamak rahi jaise lau unmein pratibimbit; maa ki chhoti, lagbhag sharmili, lekin saajhi
rahasya ki chamak, honth mud kar uski nazar mili, barbaadi mein maun bandhan.


Yeh mujhe sabse zyada dukh diya—sex se zyada—kyunki yeh jaan bujhkar krurta thi, sirf
vasna nahi. Gaand chudwane ke baad papa ke mahatvapoorna kagaz jalana Davendra ke
hukum par uski poori adheenata dikhaata, uski badle ki ichcha parivaar se upar.


Isi samay,
raakh dabbe mein baithi; maa ne akhiri angare bujhaaye; Davendra ne use jaldi chuma;
aur main chhupkar mutthi kas li.


Davendra maa ko airport papa ko lene le gaya 3 baje, uski kaali car office parking se
smoothly nikli, maa passenger seat mein kapde theek karti. Maine rickshaw se peecha kiya,
street se jaldi pakad kar driver ko bataya, "Aage wali kaali car ka peecha karo, lekin door
se taaki na dekhe."


Mujhe Davendra par gussa tha—khaulta gussa ki yeh aadmi, papa ka maalik, maa ko
lubhaya, istemal kiya, aur ab barbaad karne ki sajish. Maine uski car ka number phone
mein note kiya—MH-02-AB-1234—wadha kiya somehow istemal karunga. Maine samjha
woh papa ka dushman hai irshya, taakat, aur ab maa par niyantran ki wajah se.


Driver, beech umar ka baatuni aadmi moti moonch aur rang birangi shirt wala, peeche mud
kar dekha. "Bhaiya, good afternoon. Itni jaldi us car ke peecha kyun? Dost hai ya kuchh?
Tense lag rahe ho."


"Sirf chalo, uncle," maine aspasht kaha. "Mahatvapoorna parivaar ka mamla."
Woh zor se hasa, traffic mein ghoomta. "Parivaar ka mamla, haan? Maine bahut dekhe aise
—pati patni ke peecha, ya ulta. Yeh wahi hai? Bata sakte ho, main wheel par therapist jaise
hoon. Pichhle hafte, ek aadmi ne maalik ka peecha karwaya—nikla ideas chori kar raha tha!"
"Aisa kuchh nahi," maine aspasht jawab diya, aage dekhta. "Sirf dekhna hai kahan jaate hain."




Maine phone dekha—meri girlfriend ne message kiya: "Hey, texting ya calling kyun nahi
kar rahe? Sab theek? Miss you." Maine jawab dene ki koshish ki lekin shuru kahan se—yeh
gadbad kaise samjhaun? Maine type kiya "Parivaar mein busy, jaldi baat karte hain" lekin
delete kar diya, soch mein kho gaya.


Is par, driver baat jaari rakha, nahi ruka. "Tum young log aur phone—hamesha type karte.
To, bhaiya, rahasya kyun? Woh car fancy lagti—amीर log? Ya movie chase? Mujhe pasand
hain woh!"


Maine aspasht jawab diye. "Koi movie nahi, uncle. Sirf wajah se peecha. Doori rakho."
Phir, busy sadkon par peecha karte, driver ne aage ishaara kiya. "Dekho bhaiya! Car mein
aadmi aur aurat red light par kiss kar rahe. Dekho? Khidki saaf—no tint. Sharm nahi!"


Maine gaur se dekha—Davendra ki car ki khidki saaf thi, aur maine dekha: woh jhuk kar
maa ko gehra chum raha, uska haath uske gaal par.


Driver ne seeti bajayi. "Unhe good morning, haan? Ruko, kya woh tumhari...?"
"Nahi," maine jaldi kaha. "Sirf chalo."


Usne kai sawaal poochhe. "Bhaiya, pakka? Woh aurat dhokha deti lagti—din dahade aise
kiss. Aadmi fancy drive kar raha, woh achhe kapde. Pati door? Maine bahut dekha—amीर
aadmi patniyon ko le jaate."


Main phir hairaan. "Tumhe kaise pata woh dhokha de rahi?"
Usne kandhe uchaal kar samjhaaya. "Aasaan—sharir ki bhasha. Kiss se pehle nervous
charon taraf dekhti, woh zyada bold. Uske ungli par ring nahi, uske par hai. Aur kabhi
chhup kar park karte. Jaante ho?"


Usne poocha, "Kya woh tumhari maa hai ya kuchh? Tum jaante lagte ho unhe."
Maine sawaal taal diya. "Nahi, uncle, sirf log jinhe dekhna hai. Airport kitna door?"
Hum airport pahunch gaye, bheed arrivals se bhari. Maine kaha, "Zyada paas mat—yahan
ruk jao." Maine paise diye, zyada mehnat ke.


Usne liye aur kaha, "Savdhaan rehna, bhaiya. Dhokha parivaar barbaad karta. Soch kar
karna—badla thanda hota hai." Isne mujhe bahut sochne par majboor kiya—iss jaankari
se kya karunga.

Maine arrivals area mein pillar ke peeche chhup kar dekha maa aur papa kiss kar rahe—
woh mazbooti se gale lagayi, woh suitcase ke saath, thake lekin khush. Maa ko sharm
nahi papa ko kiss karte jab 25 minute pehle usne Davendra ke daftar mein ganda blowjob
diya tha. Davendra paas khada muskurata, jaise scene ka maalik.






Isi samay, charon taraf parivaar mile; announcements flighton ke liye goonji; paas bachcha
roya; aur vendors snacks bechte.
Phir Davendra shamil hua, dono maa papa ko casually gale lagaya. "Wapas swagat,
Kishore. Achhi yatra?"


Maine door se dekhta raha, phone phir baja.
Mujhe waiter se message aaya—woh jo ek mahine pehle hotel room ki chaabi mein madad
ki jahan pehli baar maa ko Davendra se chudte dekha. Message: "Hey, maine us Davendra
ke baare mein khoja jaise tune kaha. Kuchh damning background mila—serious baat. Call
kar."


Main confused—kya background? Lekin baad mein poochhunga, airport ke teenon par focus.
Maine usse message: "Ab busy, baad mein baat."


Ab maa aur papa ne Davendra ko alvida kaha, haath hilaate jaise woh gaya. Jaise ve door
gaye, maine dekha maa ne Davendra ko dheere se aankh maari, aur woh wapas—aantrik
ishaara.


Matlab nahi jaanta, main sochne laga—aur yojanaayein? Isi samay, papa maa ki baat par
hasa; bahar taxi horn bajaye; mera dil gusse se tez dhadka.
Main unसे pehle ghar pahuncha, shortcut taxi se, chupke andar ghus kar.





Maa ne baad mein knock kiya, aur main swagat ke liye gaya, papa ko sabse zyada gale
lagaya— "Welcome back, Papa." Woh is dhokhe ke layak nahi the.
Uske bagal mein khadi aurat—maa—unhe nahi pata tha sasti randi thi, nirdosh muskurati.
Maine kabhi nahi socha apni maa ko randi kahunga, lekin sab ke baad, shabd theek baitha.


Mujhe maa par gussa tha—jal raha, badla lene ki yojana, chahe papa ko sab bata kar.
Maa apne kamre mein gayi badli, peeli panty aur safed bra mein nikli, jaise normal ho.
Papa abhi nahaa rahe the, shower chal raha.


Uski badi gaand chalte itni sexy lag rahi—main abhi dekhta raha, kyunki sharm aur gusse
se bigad gaya tha, ankhen khud kheench leti.
Uska phone baja—Davendra ka, ringtone se pata jo usne uske liye set ki thi.


Maine spasht nahi suna kya bole, lekin maa ke ishaare pakde jaise "Haan, aaj raat 8 baje"
ya "Haan, powder taiyaar hai."
Main sochne laga woh powder kya—papa ke liye kuchh khatarnak?

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