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

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CHAPTER 20

Meri maa ne hamare ghar ko behayai ki jagah bana diya hai

Jab humara flight land hua aur taxi se ghar pahunche, upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki khushboo thi. '
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Taxi se utarte hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru hui, pehle-pehle chhiti-chhiti, phir tez dhaar.


Barish garam aur tropical thi, woh jo do second mein poora bheego de. Sadkein chamakne lagi, paani ke aaine ban gaye.
Driveway par turant gaddhe ban gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daude. Main mummy ko dekhta raha, woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, 
ab ek jhoothi, besharam randi lag rahi thi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhup kar.


Uski neeli silk saree skin se chipak gayi thi, jahaan-jahaan paani laga wahan rang gJab humara flight land hua aur 
ghar pahunche tab tak upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki kadi khushboo thi. Taxi se utarte 
hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru ho gayi – pehle ek-do, phir tezi se tez, ekdum musaldhaar.


Garmi wali tropical barish thi, jo do minute mein poora bheega deti hai, sadkein chamakne lagi, 
paani aaine ki tarah dikhai dene laga.


Driveway par turant gaddhe bhar gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daud pade. Main ek pal ke liye
 ruk kar mummy ko dekhta raha – woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, meri raksha, mera sukoon
 – ab ek ajnabi, jhoothi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhupi randi.


Uski neeli silk saree barish se chipak gayi thi, rang gahra ho gaya, har curve ko be-rahmi se dikha 
rahi thi. Jaanghon se, kamar se, uski bhaari gaand se chipki hui, geeli hone se kapda thoda saaf dikhne
 laga, neeche purple panty ki halki si line saaf ubhar aayi.







Woh aage daud rahi thi, har kadam par gaand zor-zor se hil rahi thi, dono cheeks uchal rahe the, barish 
ne movement ko aur ganda bana diya tha, aur mota, aur obscene dikhai de raha tha. Paani uski peeth se
neeche beh kar gaand ke beech mein atak raha tha, phir uske golon par tapak raha tha. Main dekh raha
 tha, ghinn aur wohi ganda thrill mila hua tha.


Hum overhang ke neeche pahunche, lekin main jaan-bujh kar peeche ruka, barish mujhe bheegne diya, 
kapde bhaari ho gaye. Pados mein ek buddha uncle-type aadmi paan khaate hue ped ke neeche khada tha.
Usne mujhe pakad liya – main mummy ki gaand ko ghoor raha tha, phir muskura kar ishara kiya.


“Arre mera hero! Bhai, apne bete ki nazar bhi is legendary randi-gaand se nahi hat rahi, salute hai tere andko
 beta! Khaath jodta hoon! Yeh premium gaand hai, extra-wide banayi gayi hai kyunki teri mummy paida 
hone se hi five-star lund ki bhookhi kutiya hai!”


Phir aur bola, “Hairan kya hai beta, aisi gaand jo hai! Bade-bade mard ro dete hain, chhote ladke apni 
tameez bhool jaate hain! Tu toh lucky harami hai – India ka best view tere ghar mein! Yeh gaand national 
treasure hai beta, maze le!”


Main uski taraf ghuma, muththi kaasi hui. Budhau, paanch das saal ka, pet nikla hua, paan se daant laal. 
Aankhein mummy ki gaand par glues. Woh thoda jhuk kar saree theek kar rahi thi, papa bhi uski madad
 kar rahe the, barish se saree har inch chipki hui thi.


Mujhe laga usi waqt us par toot padun, uski gandi shakal ko keechad mein ghaseed doon.






Usne meri maa ke baare mein itni gandi baat kaise ki? Lekin andar ek hissa thham gaya – woh bilkul 
galat nahi tha. Main bhi toh dekh raha tha. Chehra sharam aur gusse se jal gaya.

Woh paas aaya, chhata se paani tapak raha tha, muh se tambaku ki badboo. “Arre gussa mat kar. Jo
 ladka apni maa ki gaand aise ghoorta hai woh jaanta hai ki aurat randi hai. Slut hai, samjha? Pati ko
 nahi pata, lekin bete ko pata hai. Enjoy kar beta.”






Main shock mein aa gaya – woh kitna sach bol raha tha, kitni khaufnaak tarah se. Mummy sach mein
 randi thi, boss ke saath dhokha de rahi thi, lund maang rahi thi. Lekin ek ajnabi ke muh se sun kar 
haqeeqat neeche tak chubh gayi. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin main bina bole palta aur ghar ki taraf chala
gaya.


“Jai! Barish mein khada kya pagal ban raha hai?” mummy ne darwaze se chillaya, bilkul maa wali
 awaaz. “Andar aa abhi! Sardi lag jaayegi beta, jaldi!”


Main dheere chalta gaya, barish chehre se beh rahi thi, aankhon se garam paani mila hua tha. “Aa
 raha hoon Ma,” bola aur darwaza zor se band kiya.


Lekin us budhau ke shabd dimaag mein zeher ki tarah ghoom rahe the. Use kaise pata? Itna obvious
tha kya? Poora mohalla mummy ko aise hi dekhta tha – besharam aurat jo curves dikha kar chalti thi?


Shayad usne Davendra ke saath dekha ho, ya ab mummy ki chaal hi bol rahi thi – kamar matkaati hui,
 available dikhti hui.
Hum ghar ke andar daud pade, hamari car bahar thi lekin veranda mein paani bhar gaya tha barish se. 


Jaise hamesha, main mummy ki bhaari gaand ko dekhta raha jab woh papa ke saath daud rahi thi 
darwaza kholne. Dost, main khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha – itni zabardast gaand thi, itne pyaare se 
hilti thi, Davendra sach mein lucky tha ki uske haathon mein yeh thi.






Baaki din unpacking aur banawati normalcy mein nikal gaya. Papa mails dekhne lage, mummy kitchen 
mein chai banate hue gunguna rahi thi, main room mein band ho gaya “padhne” ke bahane.


Mummy kabhi-kabhi papa ke paas baithti thi lekin phone par lagi rehti thi. Papa ne poochha itna phone
 kyun, toh boli “meri ek saheli hai, gossip ki aadi hai”. Kabhi khadi ho kar door chali jaati texting karte 
hue – papa se chh chhupa rahi thi.






Lekin raat ko, jab barish ab bhi khidkiyon se takra rahi thi, main so nahi pa raha tha. Ghar shaant, sirf
 living room se TV ki awaaz – papa news dekhate-dekhte so gaye the.


Main chupke se bahar aaya, corridor ke andhere mein chhup kar mummy ko dekhta raha jo sofa par
 baithi phone chala rahi thi. Har harkat par nazar – kya papa ko bata doon? Sab kuchh dekha – blowjob,
riding, paani maangna?


Main uske peeche chhupne laga jab woh veranda mein baithi texting karti thi, usse pata na chale.




Papa ko jaanna chahiye tha na? Woh achhe insaan the, mehnati, bharosa karne wale. Unhein dekha 
– kursi mein soye hue, remote haath se girta hua – dil mein cheekh uthi: kitne andhe ho papa? teri 
biwi kutiya hai aur tu bewakoof bana baitha hai.


Mummy phone dekhti rahi, tezi se type karti rahi, hothon par chhupi si muskaan. Papa news ticker
 mein khoe hue the.
Kabhi woh bahar veranda mein chali jaati, phir andar aati.






Midnight ke baad papa utha, ubaasi lete hue bedroom ki taraf. “Good night Prisha. Aa rahi hai?”
“Ek minute jaan,” mummy ne meethi awaaz mein kaha, nazar phone par hi. “Bas kuchh dekh 
rahi hoon.”


Papa chale gaye, jaldi hi kharrate shuru. Mummy thodi der sofa par rahi, phir phone le kar guest
 room mein chali gayi.






Main chupke se peeche gaya, adkhule darwaze se jhaankta raha. Kamra halki lambi se roshan, 
papa apne bedroom mein so rahe the. Mummy guest room ke bed par let gayi, chadar odh li, lekin
 aankhein phone par, ungliyaan tezi se chal rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha Davendra hi hoga – itni raat ko
 kaun aur, chehra usi secret josh se chamak raha tha.

Woh gandi thi, bilkul gandi. Jo aurat mujhe sone se pehle kahani sunati thi, ab pati ke bagal mein 
baith kar lover se sexting kar rahi thi.



Sharmaili biwi se yeh besharam randi kaise ban gayi jo gair lund ki aadi ho chuki thi. Papa ki taraf 
dekha jaise woh so rahe hain, chehre par savdhani aur halki si nafrat – pehle jo pyar bhari nazrein 
deti thi woh kahaan gayi.


Dheemi awaaz mein voice note ya call par boli, raat ke sannate mein har shabd saaf:
“Mera pati apne bedroom mein so raha hai, main guest room mein hoon, Davendra my love. 

Mera
 pati kitna bewakoof aadmi hai. Use nahi pata main kitni badi slut hoon, har raat tere lund ke liye 
tarasti hoon, use nahi pata tune mere muh aur chut dono maari hai.”


Dil par mukke lage. Woh ek dum se uthi, khidki ke paas chali gayi, phir bed ki taraf, jhuk kar 
kohniyon par tik gayi, gaand thodi si bahar.


“Woh white panty pehni hai jo tune khareedi thi, lace wali, aur yeh neeli satin long shirt jo jaanghon
 tak bhi nahi aati. Kitni soft hai – kaash tu hota chhone ko.”


Baat romantic aur gandi ho gayi, saansein tez. “Bata na baby mujhe kya karna chahta hai. Kal raat
ki yaad se hi geeli ho rahi hoon. Tere haath meri gaand par, dabana, thappad maarna… oh God, 
mujhe phir se andar chahiye.”


Woh aur jhuk gayi bed par, jaise usse peeche se imagine kar rahi ho. Papa ki taraf dekha, kharrate 
jaari. Phir khali haath panty ke upar se chut par chala gaya, halki siski.







“Mmm Davendra… abhi khud ko chhoo rahi hoon jaise tune sikhaya. Ungliyaan clit par, lekin teri 
jeebh jaisa nahi. Mujhe chaat-chaat kar rula de.”
Dheere bed par chadhi, ab bhi chat mein, jism sensually hil raha tha. 


“Haan baby, main hamesha 
teri gandi
 secret rahungi. Soch, phir tere upar sawar, bade-bade boobs tere muh par. Tera lund itna gehra
 choosungi
, har boond nigal jaungi jaise tere liye hi bani randi.”


Dekhte hue mera lund phir se sakht hone laga, gandagi andar garam kar rahi thi. Kyun? Uske moan, 
shabd, jism – sab itna raw, forbidden tha ki jism sun nahi raha tha.


Phir woh uth baithi, phone angle kiya, khud ki pics lene lagi – shirt neeche kheench kar cleavage, 
phir mirror mein gaand ki, aur jhuk kar aur bada dikhaya, panty cheeks ke beech ghus gayi.


Pics bhej di hongi, papa ke bagal mein baithi apna jism doosre mard ko dikha rahi thi.


Phir dheere se neeli satin shirt utaari, zameen par girne di. Ab sirf white lace bra aur panty 
mein, lambi ki roshni mein jism chamak raha tha.

Bra itni sheer thi ki kaale nipple saaf dikh rahe the, sakht ho chuke the. Panty neeche kamar 
par, lace se uski sunehri-bhuri gaand ka neeche ka hissa bahar latak raha tha, gol, bhaari, 
besharam.


“Davendra, dekh tune mujhe kya bana diya,” dheeme kaanpti awaaz mein. “Yahan aadhi nangi
 khadi hoon jabki mera pati do fit door kharrate le raha hai, aur main sirf tere haathon ki soch 
rahi hoon. Yeh white panty jo tujhe pasand hai? Poori bheeg chuki hai, har kadam par mehsoos
hoti hai.”





Woh chaaron paar chadh gayi, bed dheere dheema, boobs neeche latak rahe the, bra se nikal
 aaye, nipple sheets se ragad rahe the.
Phone pillow se tikaya taaki woh sab dekh sake, phir kohniyon par, gaand upar utha kar, peeth
 tedhi – jaise chadhayi maang rahi ho.


“Dekh kitni geeli hoon tere liye baby,” saans mein boli, peeche haath le ja kar geeli lace par
 ungli pherte hue. “Yeh chut ab teri hai. Kishore ne hafte se haath nahi lagaya, aur lagaye bhi
toh aankhein band kar ke sochti hoon tu hi mujhe phaad raha hai.”


Papa ki taraf dekha, muh khula, kharrate, bilkul bekhabar. Uske chehre par halki si jeet aur 
nafrat.
“Yahin hai Davendra ji… mera pati Kishore kharrate le raha hai jabki uski biwi doosre mard ke
 liye sasti randi ki pose kar rahi hai. Kaash use pata hota kitni baar maine tera naam chillaya 
jab woh bagal mein tha.”


Panty thodi neeche ki, chut ke geele honth dikha diye, ghutne aur phaile, camera aur mujhe
 sab saaf.
“Dekh kitni gulabi aur taiyaar hoon,” dheemi moan ke saath ek, phir do ungliyaan andar. 
“Abhi khud ko chod rahi hoon, kaash tera mota lund hota. Kal raat wala stretch ab bhi mehsoos 
hota hai… tere bina itni khaali hoon.”






Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, gaand lahar lahar uth rahi thi, panty jaanghon mein latak gayi. 
Boobs bra se poore bahar, neeche latak kar hil rahe the.

“Lekin Davendra… please,” achanak beqabu awaaz, “jo nayi cheez tu baar-baar chhed raha hai… 
main uske baare mein soch-soch kar pagal ho rahi hoon. Kya hai woh? Bata na!”
Ruki, sunne lagi, phir chhoti si siski.


“Nahi baby, mat has – bata! Muh se kuchh? Aur rough? Aisa jo nishaan na dikhe? Ya… mera god, 
boobs ke saath kuchh? Jise maine hamesha mana kiya tha?”
Phir ruk kar hoth kaat liya.


“Sach mein nahi batayega jab tak nangi teri baahon mein na aa jaun, kaanpti hui, 
tere rehmo-karam par?”
Usne saans roki, poora jism kaanp gaya.


“Yeh toh zulm hai Davendra ji… bilkul tasty zulm. Apni shadi-shuda randi ko aise latka kar rakhna.
 Theek hai. Intezaar karungi. Har ghante ginungi jab tak tu woh cheez mujhse na le le jo kisi ne
 kabhi nahi li. Lekin yaad rakh: woh jo bhi hai, mere jism ka woh hissa, jitna bhi ganda ya mana ho
… woh pehle se tera hai. Main kaanp rahi hoon soch-soch kar ki tu use kaise lega.”


Phir woh jhad gayi – muh pillow mein daba kar taaki papa na uth jaaye, poora jism kaanpa, gaand
 sakht hui, jaanghein thartharaayi – ungliyon se aur us naye rahasya ke intoxication se jo Davendra
 ne uske taiyaar, dhokhebaaz jism ke liye plan kiya tha.




“Dosto, comment karo ki tumhe kyun lagta hai meri maa aise behave kar rahi hai.”