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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 16

Meri maa ek aisi aurat ban rahi hai jise main samajh nahi paata

Main wardrobe ki andheri mein bahut der tak ghoonga bana baitha raha, unki bhaari saansein jab sust, santusht aahon mein badal gayi. Andar ki hawa ghutne wali ho gayi thi, mom ki jasmine perfume, Davendra ka mehnga cologne, aur ab har cheez se chipka hua kachcha sex ka woh raw smell.


Ghutne carpet par dukh rahe the, peeth takiye hue toliyon ke dher se takra rahi thi, lekin hil nahi pa raha tha. Mutthiyan itni zor se band thi ki nakhoon se hathon mein chhote chhote khoon ke boond nikal aaye the.


Poore jism mein bijli daud rahi thi, bas ek jhatka aur bahar nikal padta, Davendra par sher ki tarah toot padta, uski woh jeet ki ghamandi smile ko muh se maar maar kar laal kar deta.


Soch raha tha uska gala dabaunga, deewar se takraunga, chillaoonga, “Yeh meri maa hai! Tujhe haq kaise hua usko chodne ka! Woh shadi-shuda hai!” Use sachcha dard dena chahta tha, woh dard jo kabhi na jaaye.


Lekin main jam sa gaya, aankhon se garam aansu beh rahe the, dil har second chhote chhote tukdon mein toot raha tha.
Bed se sheets ki narmi se khadbadahat aayi. Mom finally hili.


Usne chhoti si neend bhari hasi nikali (wahi hasi jo pehle dad phool laate to dete thi) aur Davendra ke honthon par ek aakhri der tak tikne wala kiss kiya.


“Mmm… bas ab, Davendra,” usne dheeme se kaha, awaaz bhari aur sharmili ek saath. “Ab sach mein jaana hai. Kishore fikr karne lagenge. Phone bhi kiya tha, thodi der mein dhoondhne nikal aayenge.”


Davendra aaram se leta raha, poora nanga, jaise koi raja apna rajya jeet kar aaya ho.
“Bas paanch minute aur, baby. Yeh nazara thoda aur dekhne de.”


Mom ne qehqeh laga kar hasa, sach mein hasa, aur dheere se bed se utri. Taangein dikha kar kaanp rahi thi; balance ke liye bedpost pakadna pada. Phaadi hui yellow sari ek kandhe se latki hui thi jaise haar maan chuka jhanda, jism ko mushkil se dhak rahi thi.


Ek boob ab bhi aadha bahar, mangalsutra beech mein dheela jhool raha tha. Woh bathroom ke darwaze ke paas full-length mirror tak chali, har kadam sust aur savdhaan, jaise abhi abhi jo kuch hua uske baad apna jism naye sire se pehchaan rahi ho.
Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apni shakal ko dekhti rahi, kaafi der tak chup.








Skin par chamak, honth soje hue, gardan aur seene par halki laal nishaniyan, yeh sab us Prisha Sharma ki nahi thi jo har subah breakfast banati thi aur PTA meeting mein jaati thi.


Usne jaldi jaldi, gunahgar andaaz mein saaf karna shuru kiya.


Pehle dresser par se tissue ka dher uthaya aur gaal, thodi, gardan ke mod par sookhta hua gehera sperm ponchha. Mangalsutra par chamakdar daag par zor se ragda, dheeme se bolti rahi,
“Oh bhagwan… oh nahi… nikal ja…”


Gold clutch mein se wet wipes ka packet nikala, ek nikala aur seene, pet, jaanghon ke andar zor zor se ragadne lagi.
Sari aur petticoat upar utha kar beech mein bhi savdhaani se saaf kiya, neeche ka honth itni zor se kaata ki safed pad gaya


Soft bathroom light mein chehra left-right ghumaya, koi nishaan, koi chamak, koi saboot to nahi. Nose powder kiya, kaanpti ungliyon se sindoor lagaya, haathon se baal sanware, phaadi hui sari ko clever pleat mein tuck kiya taaki jaise design hai waise dikhe, hinsa nahi.


Neck aur wrists par thodi perfume chhidak di, sab chhupane ke liye.
Main hairani se dekh raha tha. Yeh meri maa thi, jisne Hindi mein B aane par do ghante royi thi, Mumbai ki garmi mein bhi sweater pehnati thi “sardi lag jayegi”.


Aur ab doosre mard ka sperm professional ki tarah ponchh rahi thi, jaise sau baar kar chuki ho.
Davendra bed par hi kohni ke bal tika dekh raha tha, smirk maare hue.


“Sex ke baad aur bhi sundar lag rahi ho Prisha. Woh chamak… koi makeup nahi de sakta.”
Mirror mein uski taraf dekha, aadha chirha kar, aadha khush ho kar.


“Bandi karo bakwas aur kapde pehno. Neeche jaana hai. Jaldi.”
Zameen se pallu uthane ko thoda jhuki aur woh harkat ne uski badi gaand bahar kar di, gol aur bhaari, patli silk ke neeche, phaada hua slit thoda khul gaya aur jaangh aur chootad ke mod ka curve dikha.


Davendra ki aankhen turant wahan atak gayi. Almari ke jharokhe se uska chehra poora nahi dikha, lekin woh nazar jaanta tha, bhookha, malikana, jeet ka. Woh soch raha tha: Yeh ab meri hai. Poori ki poori.


Dheere se utha, ab dheela lekin ab bhi impressive lund jhoolta hua uski taraf chala. Mom ab bhi mirror mein sari theek kar rahi thi jab peeche se usne kamar mein baahen daal di. Mom chaunk kar thodi si uchal gayi, phir relax ho gayi jab uska poora nanga jism uski peeth se chipak gaya.





“Davendra, nahi—” shuru kiya, lekin awaaz kamzor thi.
Usne nahi sunna. Haath upar gaye aur blouse ke upar se boobs pakad liye, zor se masle, thumbs nipples par phire.


“Bas ek minute aur,” usne kaan mein dheeme se kaha, gardan ke side chumte hue. “Neeche husband-wife banne se pehle in perfect boobs ko ek baar aur mehsoos kar loon.”


Mom ne ek second aankhen band ki, saaf maza le rahi thi, phir zabardasti haath hata diye.
“Band karo! Koi nishaan nahi, koi gandagi nahi. Kishore har cheez notice karta hai. Aur Jai… agar usne ek bhi cheez galat dekhi…”


Davendra dheeme se hasa aur chhod diya, lekin jaane se pehle gaand par ek zor ka malikana thappad maara jisse maans secondon tak hila.


“Theek hai theek hai, Mrs. Perfect Wife. Abhi ke liye tameez se reh jaunga.”
Dono jaldi se kapde pehne. 

Mom ne sari aakhri baar sanwari, har taraf se mirror mein dekha, gehri saans li aur sabse meethi muskaan chadhayi. Davendra ne shirt aur coat daala, phir se bilkul izzatdar host lag raha tha.


Jaane se pehle usne aakhri baar kheencha.
“Ek proper goodbye kiss,” usne hukum diya.


Mom ne hichak, phir pairon ke panjon par uthi aur gehra, naram kiss kiya, jaise apne yaar se alvida le rahi ho. Dus second tak chala.
Phir haath mein haath daal kar nikal gaye, darwaza peeche band kar diya. Bahar se lock ki awaaz aayi.


Wardrobe andar se garam karne lagi. Temperature se nahi; gusse se. Shirt poori paseene se bheeg gayi, saans chhoti chhoti gusse wali aati thi.


Jism jal raha tha. Unke kadmon ki awaaz poori tarah khamosh hone tak intezar kiya, phir wardrobe ka darwaza dhakel kar ladkhadate hue kamre mein aaya.


Hawa ne thappad maara; sex, perfume, dhokha. Gulab ki pankhuriyan har taraf kuchli hui, chadar uljhi aur geeli, lakdi ke farsh par ab bhi gehere safed daag chamak rahe the. 


Aur armchair par trophy ki tarah neatly fold ki hui, mom ki yellow lace panty.
Maine usse kaafi der tak dekha. 

Ek bimar, toota sa hissa usko uthane, chhune, wahan soonghne ko tadap raha tha jahan woh chand minute pehle thi. Woh ichchha ubhari aur maine turant daba di, kursi par itni zor se laat maari ki ulta gir gaya. Main aisa kaise soch bhi sakta hun? Woh meri maa hai.


Main gusse se jal raha tha; mom par ki woh ajnabi ban gayi, Davendra par ki usne aisa banaya, khud par ki darpok ki tarah chhup kar family toot-ti dekh-ta raha. Bahar nikalna tha.


Darwaza khola. Bahar se lock. Panic utha, phir yaad aaya, master key ab bhi jeb mein thi. Haath itne kaanpe ki teen baar laga tab lock khula. Darwaza dhakela.


Waiter wahi khada tha, baahen band kiye deewar se tika hua, has raha tha jaise mera intezar hi kar raha ho.
“Full show dekh liya, hero?” usne taana maara.


Main jam gaya, chehra wardrobe se bhi zyada garam.
Woh paas aaya, awaaz dheemi ki.


“Teri mom andar poori pornstar lag rahi thi na? Woh badi gaand upar neeche… Davindra sir ka naam jaise uske muh mein ek hi shabd bacha ho. Maza aaya na? Andhere mein baith kar chhota cuckold ban kar?”


Maan kar raha tha muh par ek ghunsa maaron.
“Meri maa ke baare mein aise baat karne ki himmat bhi mat karna.”


Usne zor se, zalim hasi di.
“Arrey chill bhai. Normal hai. Sab auraten andar se ek jaisi hoti hain. Koi ek saal leti hai, koi ek raat. Teri mom? Bas sahi lund ka intezar tha jo saalon se soyi randi ko jaga de. Yellow sari, low blouse, bhaari gaand; saalon se advertisement kar rahi thi. Davindra sir ne order diya aur home delivery mil gayi.”


“Tu ghatiya hai. Muh band kar.”


“Ghatiya? Sach hai bhai. Ameer guest, private cottage, panty souvenir ke liye chhod kar gayi; classic shadi-shuda aurat package. Teri mom hamesha ke liye gayi. Dad ko muskurayegi, khana banayegi, mandir jayegi… lekin har raat Davindra sir ke 11-inch lund ke sapne dekhengi. Accept kar le.”


Main palta aur tez tez chal diya, taangein kaanp rahi thi.
Woh peeche chillaya aur mom ke baare mein aur gandi gandi baatein boli.


“Main andar jaa kar teri mom ki panty achhe se soongh raha hun! Shayad selfie bhi le loon! Aur teri mom ko bolna show ke liye thanks!”


Ruka nahi. Ab koi farak nahi padta tha. Kar le. Poori duniya jaan le. Main mom ko achhi rakhne ki ladai haar raha tha, aur mujhe pata tha.


Phir ek naram haath ne kandhe par thapki di.
“Jai? Beta kahan tha? Main har jagah dhoondh raha tha.”
Meri papa.

Unka chehra khush, thoda fikr, poora bharosa. Unhe bilkul andaaza nahi tha unki biwi dus minute pehle kisi aur ke neeche thi.
Maine sabse badi smile chipkai jo ban saki.


“Bas… idhar udhar ghoom raha tha dad. Party mein bahut garmi thi.”
“Poora paseena bheeg gaya jaise marathon dauda ho. Aur itna gussa kyun hai chehre par? Sab theek?”
“Theek hun dad. Sach mein.”


Unhone ek lambi second mera chehra dekha, phir phir se muskuraye.
“Chal, mom ko dhoondhte hain. Woh thak gayi hongi.”


Mujhe laga duniya ka sabse bura beta hun. Dad ko mera poora bharosa tha, aur main unki zindagi ka sabse bada raaz chhupa raha tha.


Door se dekha mom aur Davendra dheere dheere main lawn ki taraf ja rahe the, sar paas paas, awaazein dheemi aur gupt. Garden lanterns ki halki roshni mom ki yellow sari par pad rahi thi, har kadam ke saath kapda curves par aur chipak raha tha.


Davendra ka haath uski kamar ke bilkul neeche latka hua tha, chhuya nahi lekin itna paas ki badi gaand par haq jata raha ho. Kuch plan kar rahe the, agla jhooth, agla dhokha, aur yeh nazara mera pet mutla raha tha.


Mom ne dad ki taraf dekha, jo colleagues ke group mein khada has raha tha, bilkul bekhabar.
Davendra ne kuch dheeme se kaha, mom ne jaldi sar hilaya, honth ghabrayi hui muskaan mein mud gaye. 


Jab dad ko dekha to turant alag hue, chehre perfect mask ban gaye, mom ka garam aur biwi wala, Davendra ka charming aur professional.

Main unki taraf daud pada, dil dhadak raha tha dhol ki tarah. Unka jhooth sunna tha, har shabd pakadna tha dad ke bharose wale kaanon tak pahunchne se pehle. 

Jooton ki awaaz pathar par thap thap, kuch guests ne palta, lekin parwah nahi thi.
Mom ne mujhe aate dekha aur muskaan aur chaudi ho gayi, lekin aankhon mein kuch pal bhar ko chamka, shayad gunah, shayad darr ki mujhe zyada pata hai.


“Jai, beta!” usne pukara, awaaz roshan aur garam, wahi tone jo lunch dete waqt ya college ke baare mein poochhte waqt use karti thi. “Kahan daud raha tha? Main abhi dad se keh rahi thi thodi thakan lag rahi hai.”


Dad conversation se palte, humein dekh kar chehra chamka. Bilkul relax, khush, ek haath mein pepsi ka glass, party ke hungame mein aaram se.


“Itni jaldi thakan, Prisha?” unhone paas aate hue kaha, mazak aur pyar ka tone. “Poora hafta is event ke liye excited thi.”
Mom ne dheeme se hasa, baal kaan ke peeche dabate hue, chudiyon ki halki khankhanahat. “Pata hai Kishore, lekin itna ghumna, bhaari khana, der raat, sab lag gaya. Soch rahi thi shayad jaldi villa wapas chalein.”


Dad ne thodi tyrhi bhau ki, Davendra ki taraf dekha, phir uski taraf. “Lekin party abhi poore zor par hai. Aur Davindra sir ne humare liye itna kuch kiya.”
Davendra smoothly aage badhe, awaaz garam aur dilasaa dene wali, bilkul mehmaan-nawaz host.


“Kishore bhai fikr mat karo. Lambi shaam ke baad ladies ko aaram chahiye hota hai. Main abhi offer kar raha tha Prisha aur Jai ko apni car mein villa chhod aata hun. Aap rahiye, music enjoy kijiye, ek drink aur le lijiye. 

Main unko safe pahuncha dunga.”
Dad ne hichak, gardan peechhe ragda, sochne ka unka purana ishara. “Nahi pata… itna kuch kiya aapne, jaldi chhod kar jaana badtameezi nahi lagegi, Davendra sir?”


“Bilakul nahi,” Davendra ne kandhe par halka sa haath maara. “Family first na? Prisha thaki hui hai, aur yahan young Jai bhi bheed se thak gaya lagta hai.” Unhone meri taraf dekha, aankhen tez aur jaan-ne wali, jaise andar ka gussa dekh sakte hon.
Main wahi khada raha, mutthiyan jakdi hui, chehra saaf rakhne ki koshish mein. 


Mom ki nazar mujh par padi, ab naram, almost minnat karti hui.
“Jai beta, mere saath aayega na?” usne paas aate hue poochha, haath badhaya jaise baanh chhune ko.
“Drive mein mom ke saath rehna?”


Chillana chahta tha, dad ko sab bata dena, woh thaki nahi hai, abhi uske boss ke neeche thi, panty ab bhi upar kursi par padi hai. Lekin shabd gale mein atke. Dad mujhe dekh rahe the, intezar, bharosa, aur main unka dil aise nahi tod sakta tha.
“Haan mom,” maine dabbe swar mein kaha. “Aata hun.”


Dad muskuraye, rahat se, pepsi ka ghoont liya. “Theek hai. Tum dono Davindra sir ke saath jao. Main thodi der aur rahunga, shayad yeh drink khatam karun aur kuch logon se bye bol lun. Jaldi villa aa jaunga.”





Mom ne sar hilaya, muskaan perfect, purani practiced. “Thank you Kishore. Tum hamesha itne samajhdar ho.”
Davendra car park ki taraf ishara kiya. “Chalein, Prisha? Jai?”


Maine ghoor kar dekha, woh pal bhar ko bhi nahi darrhe. Aankhen ek second zyada mili, jaise challenge de rahe hon kuch bolne ko.
Mom ne dad ki taraf aakhri baar palti, awaaz shahad jaisi meethi. “Zyada der mat karna theek hai? Ghar pahunch kar chai bana kar rakhungi.”


Dad ne hasa. “Hamesha meri fikr. Jaao aaram karo jaan.”
Unhone khushi se haath hilaya jab mom aur Davendra door jaane lage, mom ka haath halke se Davendra ki baanh par, sari har kadam ke saath hilti hui. Main peeche peeche chala, seena gusse aur laachari se bhara.


Dad mere bagal mein saans bharke bole, unko jaate dekh kar. “Party waise bhi kuch khaas nahi thi na? Bas log paise dikhaane aaye the.”


Maine unki taraf dekha, aur pity dil mein lahar ban kar uthi. Unhe bilkul andaaza nahi tha jise woh “jaan” kehte hain usne abhi sabse buri tarah dhokha diya, jism ab bhi doosre mard ke chhuan se garam, honth uske kiss se soje hue.


Car park ki taraf jaate waqt meri nazar mom ki badi gaand se nahi hat rahi thi, yellow sari ke neeche har kadam par hilti hui, kapda kasa hua. Davendra ka haath uski kamar ke neeche phirta, kabhi itna neeche ki chootad ke mod ko chhoo jaaye, aur woh hati nahi.


Ab khul kar dekh raha tha, sharam bachi hi nahi thi. Isi gaand ne meri family barbaad kar di. Isne meri maa ko ajnabi bana diya, ek aisi aurat jo apne yaar ke saath hasi thodi hai aur pati haath hila raha hai. Nafrat thi, phir bhi nazar nahi hat rahi thi. Jaise apna alag taakat ho, har aankh kheenchti, har faisla control karti.






Mom aur Davendra dheere dheere chalte hue chhoti chhoti hasi le rahe the, woh shared qehqeh jo seene mein chhuri jaise chubha. Woh has rahe the kyunki jeet gaye the, nikal gaye the, aur agal baar bhi kar lenge.


Hum Davendra ki chamakti kali Mercedes SUV tak pahunch gaye, palm trees ke neeche park ki hui, fairy lights se sajayi hui. Usne flourish ke saath mom ke liye front door khola, jaise koi raja apni rani ko le ja raha ho.


Woh savdhaani se chadhi, phaadi sari jaanghon par oopar uth gayi, hips tak creamy skin dikhi. Panty line nahi. Neeche kuch nahi. Sab dekha, pet mutla gaya.






Main bina bole back seat mein ghus gaya, leather mere paseene wale haathon ke neeche thanda tha.
Davendra ne engine start kiya, ek haath steering par, doosra turant dashboard ke neeche mom ki jaangh par chala gaya, jahan dad khade hote tab bhi nahi dekh sakte the.


Mom ne uski taraf private, jaan-ne wali smile di, kuch dheeme se kaha jis se woh has pade. Ungliyan jaangh mein gadi, naram maans mein dhansi, aur woh honth kaat kar bahar window se jaise raat ka nazara dekh rahi ho.


Drive mein sirf unki dheemi hasi aur engine ki halki gunjan thi. Sadak ke dono taraf oonche palm, unki parchaaiyan windshield par naachte hue. Har kuch second mein Davendra ka haath aur oopar, ya mom uski taraf jhuk jati, kandha us se takrata, dheeme kanphusiyon mein baatein.


Resort villa block pahunch gaye, manicured gardens aur private pools se ghiri low elegant buildings. Davendra ne smoothly park kiya, bahar nikla, mom ka darwaza khola, haath aage badhaya jaise koi gentleman ho.


Usne haath pakda, gracefully utri, aur ek pal ko uska haath kamar ke bilkul neeche ruka, ungliyan gaand ke curve par phiri.







Main peeche peeche villa ki taraf chala, nazar us badi hilti gaand par jam gayi. Ab galat hai ya sahi, parwah nahi. Yeh nayi haqeeqat thi. Ab yeh gaand sab control karti thi, mom ke faisle, family ka future, meri poori duniya.


Jaise har harkat mujhe ched rahi ho, har hilore keh rahi ho: Tu rok nahi sakta. Koi nahi rok sakta.
Mom aur Davendra villa entrance ke paas pahunch kar aur zor se hase, jaise unhe lagta ho woh untouchable hain, unka raaz safe hai.


Mujhe thande dil se pata tha ki aaj raat phir bura hoga. Kal raat phir. Uske baad har raat.
Kyunki meri maa, asli wali, jo meri thi, woh chali gayi thi.


Aur yeh nayi aurat, jo Davendra ka haath thaam kar chal rahi thi, wapas nahi aane wali.