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

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CHAPTER 22

Meri maa, jise main bharosa karti thi, usne hamare ghar ko vaishyalay bana diya, woh Davendra ki aadi hai.

Davendra ne ekdum se gaali di, video hil gaya jaise uska haath screen ke bahar tez-tez hil
raha ho. Moti-moti rassi uske paani ki uske pet par giri; phone se bhi geele chhap-chhap
ki awaaz aayi.


Mummy ne khushi se gandi hasi hasi. “Sirf meri gaand hilte dekh kar hi paani nikal gaya?
Bhagwan, tu kitna pagal hai iske liye.”

“Teri gaand perfect hai,” woh haanph raha tha, aakhri boondein nikaalte hue. “Kal raat yeh
mujhe aise doodh nikaalegi jaise tu soch bhi nahi sakti.”


Woh seedhi hui, phone ki taraf mud kar, aankhein sharaarat aur beqaraari se chamak rahi
thi. “Toh bata baby… please… apni achhi housewife ko ultimate randi bana de. Bata ki woh
bada lund kahaan daalega jo kisi mard ne kabhi nahi daala. Minnat kar rahi hoon, bata
de, mujhe jaanna hai.”
Usne sirf gandi, sabr bhari muskaan di. “Kal, meri rani. Kal.”


Call naram kiss aur waadon se khatam hui.
Mummy bathroom se minute baad nikli, laal gaal, chamak rahi thi, phone seene se lagaye
jaise khazaana ho. Corridor mein ruki, khud se dheeme se boli, awaaz hairaani, darr aur
beqabu josh se bhari.


“Usne mera muh choda hai jab tak royi nahi… chut chodi hai jab tak taare nahi dikhe…
aur kya bacha hai? Mere jism ka kaunsa hissa ab bhi untouched hai? Aur… kyun… kyun
woh meri badi moti gaand se itna pagal hai?”


Sir hilaaya, sust muskaan hothon par, bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Papa ke kharrate uska
swagat kar rahe the. Woh chadar mein ghus gayi, unki peeth ki taraf mud kar, ab bhi
muskura rahi thi, us rahasya-mayi, mana cheez ke sapne dekh rahi thi jo uska yaar kal
raat usse lega.








Main andhere mein kaafi der tak khada raha, mera nikal chuka lund haath mein chipchipa,
khud se zyada nafrat kar raha tha, phir bhi jaanta tha ki kal phir intezaar karunga jab
Davendra hamare ghar mein ghusega aur meri maa ke jism ka woh aakhri secret hissa
lega.


Agli subah dheemi, dhundhli roshni se shuru hui, mere bedroom ke pardo se chhan kar,
woh subah jo aksar shaant din ka waada karti thi.

Lekin mere liye shaanti kahaan. Main dheere utha, jism thaka-thaka aur sharam se
bhaari, chaadarein taangon mein uljhi hui. Hilte hi mehsoos hua – lund aur pajama ke
aage sookha chipchipa, kal raat ke ghinnone paani ka nishaan.


Neeche dekha ghinn se, saboot meri kamzori ka. Kal raat muth kyun maari? Sirf mummy
ki bhaari gaand ka hypnotic nazara nahi – bathroom ke shishe mein clap-clap karti hui,
geele thappadon ki awaaz ghar mein goonj rahi thi.


Uske gande shabd, Davendra se minnat ki usse ganda kare jaise koi achhi aurat nahi
maangti, ungliyaan chut mein daalte hue papa ke bagal mein.

Sab mana thrill – dhokha, chhupana, jism jo paap ke liye bana tha. Meri maa, lund ki
puja karne wali randi ban chuki, aur main dekh nahi pa raha tha.

Haath khud chala, tez hilata hua, muh se thook tapak raha tha, dimaag chillaa raha
tha ki harami hoon main, maa ki aulaad.

Ab subah ki thandi roshni mein sookha paani yaad dila raha tha kitna neeche gir gaya
tha, uski badmashi mujh mein bhi ghus gayi thi.
Bed se utha, sookha hissa utarta hua fresh kapde pehne, chehra sharam se jal raha
tha.

Corridor mein papa ka suitcase band hone ki awaaz – zipper ki tez awaaz. Woh
Mumbai ke conference ke liye ja rahe the – chaar din ka, corporate strategy wala jo
woh hamesha shikayat karte the lekin kabhi miss nahi karte.

Sanjog nahi tha ki aaj wahi din tha jab Davendra ghar aa raha tha. Mummy ne kal
dinner par casually bola tha – “business visit” documents dene, lekin mujhe sach pata
tha. Unka mauka tha ghar ko apna fuck den banaane ka, papa door.

Living room mein gaya, mummy subah ke kaam mein mast thi, jaise mission par ho.
Ghar chamka rahi thi – shelves jhaad rahi thi, coffee table ponchh rahi thi, sofa ke
pillows sudhaar rahi thi, master bedroom ka bed fresh safed chaadaron se bana rahi
thi, lavender detergent ki khushboo.





Woh subah bahut sundar lag rahi thi, baal dheemi ponytail mein, lattein chehre par,
skin kal raat ke baad wali chamak se. Lekin jism hi sabse zyada dhyan kheench raha
tha.


Poori safed saree pehni thi, woh pavitra dikhe wali silk, lekin us par bilkul gandi lag
rahi thi. Safed kyun? Jaan bujh kar – pavitrata ka symbol jo ab nahi thi, ya Davendra
ke liye tease, safed rang uski sunehri skin par curves ubhaar raha tha.


Saree tight lapeti hui, blouse low-cut, bhaari boobs ubhar rahe the, petticoat kamar
par tight, hips ka flare dikha raha tha.


Kaam karte hue har kadam par gaand hil rahi thi, hypnotic rhythm. Khaskar table
ponchhte hue – thoda jhuk kar, haath gol-gol ghumaate – gaand obscene level par
ubhar aayi.





Safed saree uske bhaari golon par tight khinchi, har curve aur dimple dikha rahi thi.
Neeche safed panty ki line saaf, lace ke kinare semi-transparent silk se dikh rahe the,
cheeks ke beech ghus rahi thi jab weight badalti thi.


Aur jhuki, door ke kone tak pahunchne, gaand dheeme hilti hui, saree par lehrein si.
Dekhna mushkil tha band karna, subah ki roshni mein aur badi, inviting lag rahi thi,
safed kapda ethereal lekin paapi.


Mujhe pata tha woh khush thi kyunki Davendra aa raha tha – kadam mein bounce,
gungunaana zyada khush, aankhein josh se chamak rahi thi. Yeh duty ke liye safai nahi
thi; yeh aurat apna ghonsla lover ke liye taiyaar kar rahi thi, har ponchhna aage ki
gandagi ka prelude.


Kitchen mein gaya, woh vase mein taaze phool saja rahi thi, bela ki khushboo.
“Good morning Ma,” bola, neutral awaaz banaye.


Woh palti, chehra maa wali muskaan se chamka jo ab mask lagti thi. “Good morning
beta!
Aaj jaldi uth gaya. Neend aayi? Party wala pet dard poora gaya na – adrak ki chai
bana doon?”





“Theek soya,” bola, paas ja kar hug mein. Jism garam, naram, saree se garmaahat
invitation ki tarah.


Socha, ek randi ko hug kar raha hoon, woh jo kuchh ghante pehle “virgin hissa”
chodne ki minnat kar rahi thi. Aur ajeeb baat, us par Davendra ki cologne ki
khushboo – halki lekin saaf, chaar din se uske saath nahi thi phir bhi.


Khud spray ki? Uski shirt pillow ke neeche rakhi? Kitni gehri pagalpan thi.
Thodi baat hui jab woh stove par gayi, dalia hila rahi thi. “Aaj kya plan beta? Padhai?
Ya doston ke saath cricket? Barish ke baad mausam achha hai.”


“Homework shayad,” bola, oven check karne jhukte dekh kar gaand phir bahar.
“Tu kya karegi Ma? Busy din?”


Woh halke se hasi, seedhi hui. “Bas ghar ka kaam – safai, khana. Shayad knitting,
kuchh khaas nahi. Kyun poochha beta? Mummy ki madad karega?”


“Nahi, bas aise,” bola, andar gussa ubaal raha tha.
Jaldi hi hum teeno breakfast table par. Mummy perfect biwi ki tarah serve kar
rahi thi – papa ke thermos mein coffee, road ke liye snacks box mein, graceful
aur attentive.






Mere aur papa ke saamne itna achha natak karti thi, unki mazak par hasi, baah
chhuna pyar se, schedule poochhna jaise parwah ho. Lekin mujhe pata tha sab
acting – woh sochti thi mujhe uski achhi muskaan aur “beta” se dhokha de sakti
hai.


Us hypocrisyski ko highlight karte hue, woh papa ko ultimate bewakoof bana rahi
thi, aankhein jhuka kar plate bharna, “Aur kha jaan, drive ke liye energy chahiye,”
jabki dimag Davendra ke lund par hoga. Poori hypocrite thi, mujhe family values
sikhati hui jabki khud sab barbaad kar rahi thi.


Main bhi natak kiya, muskaan dikha kar – “Dalia bahut achha Ma,” andar jal raha tha.
Baat hui. “Toh Kishore, flight kitne baje ki?” mummy ne masoom awaaz mein poochha,
lekin mujhe innocent kutiya lag rahi thi, shakkar chhupa zeher.


“Dopahar ki,” papa ne coffee pi kar. “Chaar din mein wapas. Tum dono ki yaad
aayegi.”


Main bola, “Pakka Friday shaam ko wapas papa? Ya Saturday subah?”
“Friday shaam beta,” unhone baal sahlate hue. “Family movie night karenge.
Kya kehti ho Prisha? Popcorn aur woh purani Amitabh wali?”


Mummy ne meethi muskaan di. “Perfect lagega jaan. Ghar chamka kar rakhungi
tere liye. Aur Jai, snacks tu choose karna.”
“Kuchh naya kyun nahi?” poochha. “Jaise friends bula le?”


Papa hasa. “Agli baar. Kaam zyada hai.”
Mummy boli, “Haan, sirf hum teeno. Family time best hoti hai na beta?”


Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi ki main ek randi ki aulaad hoon, meri maa, alag-alag
angle se jalaa rahi thi: woh meri moral guide honi chahiye thi, lekin uski
randi-adat se mera sochna bhi shak ke ghere mein. Kya main bhi us jaisa ban
jaunga, chhup-chhupa kar jhooth?


Papa watch dekhte rahe. “Arre late ho raha hai. Prisha, thermos de?”
“Yahan jaan,” boli. “Safe drive.”
Uthe. “Love you both. Friday ko milenge.”


Baad mein papa car nikaal rahe the, flight ke liye tezi se, mummy chillayi,
“Kishore, coat bhool gaye!”
Window neeche kiya. “Rakh lena Prisha. Love you – bete ka khayal rakhna!”
“Love you too!” chillayi, haath hilaati hui jab tak corner se gayab nahi hue.


Jaise hi papa mud gaye, mummy ne phone nikaala, Davendra ko dial.
“Chala gaya my love. Mera bewakoof pati aakhirkaar nikal gaya. Kharrate
lete harami ko shak bhi nahi hua.”


Davendra hasa. “Achha. Saat baje tak pahunch jaunga. Chaar din ki azaadi
– ghar ke har room mein tujhe chodunga.”


“Haan,” usne purr kiya. “Mujhe apni randi bana jab woh door ho. Poori azaadi
– na chhupna, na jaldi. Sirf tera lund mujh mein poori raat.”

Shaam ko main living room mein homework ka natak kar raha tha, notebook
khula lekin dimag kahin aur. Davendra time par aaya, dheeme knock kiya.


Crisp white shirt aur black trouser, chhota suitcase jaise shift ho raha ho.
Mummy ne darwaza khola, chehra suraj sa chamka, turant andar kheencha
aur gehra kiss kiya. Haath uske baalon mein, uske kamar par, jeebhein dikhai
de rahi thi foyer mein hi ek-doosre ko kha rahe the.






Passionate aur be-parwah – jism chipka hua, dheemi siski jab usne deewar se
tikaya. Study ke adkhule darwaze ke peeche chhup kar dekhta raha, soch raha
tha kitni randi hai – ghar mein lover ko kiss kar rahi hai, papa ki khushboo ab
bhi hawa mein.


Davendra ke haath neeche gaye, gaand pakad kar malne lage green saree ke
upar se – woh change kar chuki thi. “Miss kiya yeh gaand,” growl kiya.
Usne saans li. “Jaldi chod baby. Waada kar kal raat secret hissa batayega.”


Usne sar hilaaya. “Theek hai my love, woh harami pati Kishore kahan gaya?
Kahan travel kiya?”





“Mujhe parwah nahi kahan gaya, lekin chaar din door rahega. Hum azaad hain.”
Usne blouse ke hook par haath daala. “Abhi yeh boobs choos loon.”


Mummy ne haath roka. “Abhi nahi – Jai ghar par hai. Agar aa gaya toh? Jab
soyega tab.”
“Theek hai,” buk-bukaaya. “Lekin raat ko poora.”


Raat 9 baje hum teeno living room mein TV dekh rahe the. Davendra white
t-shirt aur blue boxers mein – papa ke blue boxers, elastic wale jo mummy
ne hafte bhar pehle dhoye the. Gussa aa raha tha – papa ke kapde pehne
baitha tha jaise ghar uska ho.


Mummy ne hi diye honge laundry se, matlab papa ko dheere-dheere mita rahi
thi, lover se replace.
Main us aadmi ke saath baith nahi sakta tha jisne mummy ko bigaada – woh
hamare bagiche ka saanp tha, seedhi biwi ko lund ki lati bana diya, aur main
cricket dekhne ka natak kar raha tha jabki woh papa ka passion juice pi raha
tha.
Mummy green saree mein, emerald silk jism se chipki hui. Jaan bujh kar –
low blouse deep cleavage, saree tight boobs aur gaand ubhaar rahi thi.



 


Boobs bhaari, upar se ubhar, nipple patle kapde se dikh rahe; gaand shelf jaise,
har kadam par hilti. Kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, biryani ki khushboo.


Sitting room se kitchen ka open view, Davendra uski gaand ko ghoor raha tha,
aankhein bhookhi, papa ke boxers mein adjust kar raha tha.


Main bhi dekh raha tha, pot hilate hue gaand matka rahi thi, soch raha tha isse
main immoral kyun hoon – lekin dekhna pad raha tha, dhokha confirm karne,
gussa bharne.


Davendra casually bola, “Jai, pyaas lag rahi hai, kitchen se paani le aau.”
Mujhe uski gandi chaal pata thi. Sar hilaaya. Jaise hi kitchen mein gaya, mummy
ki peeth uski taraf, gaand massive aur tight saree par, green kapda thin khincha
hua, har curve dikha raha tha.


Davendra dekhta raha, phir peeche gaya, gaand pakad kar gehra malish shuru.
“Miss kiya yeh, yeh badi gaand,” dheeme se bola.
Mummy nahi hili, intezaar kar rahi thi, peeche dhakeli. “Pata hai miss kiya, lekin
savdhaan Jai wahan hai.”


Usne aur zor se malish ki. “Use dekhne de. Hum toh is ghar ko apni gandagi se
barbaad kar hi rahe hain.”






Usne dheemi siski bhari. “Sach hai… ab main teri randi hoon, bete ke ghar hone
par bhi.”
Highlight karte hue, woh ghar mein bete ke hote hue khulli randi ban rahi thi,
ghar ko badmashi se bhar rahi thi, kiss aur groping saaf dikhai de rahe the.

Raat jaari rahi, unki chhuaahat lambi, mera gussa badhta gaya