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

[Deepak_bull]

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).