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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 23

Main apni maa ki khud ki randi wali harqatein dekhne se khud ko rok nahi paaya.



Mummy ne ekdum se palat gayi, jism us fluid, shikaari grace se ghum gaya jo affair shuru hone ke
baad seekhi thi, aur uske hoth Davendra ke hothon se takra gaye – ekdum gehra, bhookha kiss jo
bilkul masoom nahi tha.


Yeh devour karne wala kiss tha – uske haath uski white shirt mein muththi bandh kar kheench rahi
thi, jaise jism mil jaayen yahin foyer mein. Davendra ne turant jawab diya, bade haath peeth se
neeche kamar pakad kar, sar thoda peeche tilt kar hukumat se angle liya.


Unki jeebhein geeli, geeli dance mein mili, meri chhupi jagah se awaaz aayi study door ke peeche se,
mummy ke gale se chhoti siskiyaan jab woh bhaari boobs uski chaati se daba rahi thi. Kiss “business
visit” ke liye bahut lambi thi, uska jism usmein tedha, ek taang uski pindi ke aas-paas hook kar jaise
chadh jaana chahti ho.


Hothon par laar chamak rahi thi jab aakhirkaar alag hue, dono tez saansein, mummy ke gaal gehre
laal jo aankhon ki paapi chamak se match kar rahe the.


“Davendra ji,” woh haanph rahi thi, awaaz dheemi aur tez, ab bhi shirt pakde hue, “ab bata do. Yeh
surprise… yeh jagah jahaan chodna chahte ho jo kabhi nahi chodi gayi… kya hai? Teen din se pagal ho
rahi hoon, soch-soch kar kitni gandi cheezein kar sakta hai mere saath. Gardan ke saath kuchh? Peeth?
Koi secret spot jo sirf tere intezaar mein tha?”


Usne andheri hasi hasa, haath neeche sarak kar uski bhaari gaand green saree ke upar se pakad li, flesh
itna zor se dabaya ki siski nikal gayi. “Abhi nahi meri randi. Raat ko jaanegi jab dikhaunga. Jab phaela
kar lunga jo mera hai. Tab tak curiosity jalaaye rakhe – geeli kare tujhe mere liye.”


Mummy ne siski bhari, uski jaangh par ragad rahi thi. “Please baby… sirf hint. Pehle dard karega?
Maangungi rukne ko lekin phir aur maangungi? Jaanna chahiye – har raat chhuti hoon soch kar, kaunsa
hissa bacha hai aakhri.”


Davendra jhuka, kaan kaat liya. “Sirf itna bataunga ki tu zindagi ki sabse gandi randi mehsoos karegi.
Teri chut se tight, muh se zyada mana. Lekin aur hint nahi. Raat ko chodunga jab tak barbaad na ho jaaye
kisi aur ke liye.”


Usne siski bhari, sar peeche gira. “Bhagwan maar daal raha hai… lekin theek. Intezaar karungi. Waada
kar jaldi hoga – mera jism tadap raha hai jo bhi twisted plan hai tere.”


Mujhe pata tha aaj raat kuchh hone wala hai – ghar ki hawa charged thi, intezaar se bhaari, jaise toofaan
se pehle shaanti. Davendra ka suitcase darwaze par quick visit ke liye nahi tha; chaar din ka pack, matlab
papa door rahega tab tak rahega.


Mummy kiss se thoda peeche hati, living room door ki taraf dekha jahaan sochti thi main homework kar
raha hoon. “Ruk Davendra ji… Jai bagal ke room mein hai. Sambhal kar. Woh smart hai – sun lega kuchh.”
Davendra ne smirk diya, haath ab bhi gaand mal rahe the.


“Sunne de. Ladka itna bada hai jaanne ko ki asli
mard aisi aurat ke saath kya karta hai. Lekin theek… bata, tere unwashed panty kahaan hai? Jo pehli thi
jab maine choda tha.”
Mummy ki aankhein badi ho gayi shock se, gaal laal, halke se chaati par thappad maara.


“Davendra! Yeh
… yeh kitna ghinnona! Aisi gandi cheez kaise maang sakte ho? Meri gandi panty? Kya karoge iske saath?”
Usne jhuk kar dheeme se bola. “Chahta hoon soonghna Prisha. Soonghna kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye, chut
se paani kaise tapakta hai mere lund soch kar. Kahaan hai? Laundry basket mein? Drawer mein?”


Usne hoth kaata, shock lekin excited, jism paas dab gaya. “Tu… itna pervert hai. Lekin agar jaanna hai toh
bedroom ke attached washroom mein hai. Black wali hamari aakhri raat ki – abhi tak nahi dhoyi. Abhi bhi…
pata hai na… hamara mess hai us par.”


Davendra ki aankhein bhookh se kaali. “Perfect. Abhi soonghunga, muh daalunga teri khushboo mein jab
tak sakht na ho jaaun raat ke liye.”


Mummy ne tab randi si muskaan di, shock pighal kar seductive grin, aankhein aadhi band, ungli uski chaati
par pherte hue. “Tu sach mein mere har hisse se pagal hai na? Meri gandi laundry tak. Chal phir… soongh
kitni randi hoon tere liye. Lekin jaldi – dinner tayyar hone wala hai.”


Mummy, jo mujhe paali, sadak ki randi si muskura rahi thi lover ke cum-stained panty soonghne ke idea
par. Dikha raha tha kitna gir gayi thi, seedhi housewife se ghinnoni cheezon mein khush hone wali.


Adding details, matlab woh humiliation chahti thi, objectification – usse used rag ki tarah treat, khushboo
trophy. Aur usne ghar mein itna boldly poochha… power play, usse toy bana diya.
Davendra ne sar hilaaya, black trouser mein ubhar adjust kiya. “Wapas aata hoon. Mujhe bina shuru mat
karna.”


Master bedroom ki taraf gaya, hamare ghar mein do washroom – ek main guests aur mere liye, ek private
maa-papa ke room mein, marble tiles bada mirror.


Main chupke peeche, nange paaon carpet bina awaaz, dil dhadak raha, corridor mein plant ke peeche chhup
gaya. Woh bedroom mein casual gaya jaise uska ghar ho, attached washroom mein darwaza adkhula chhod
kar.


Andar laundry hamper kone mein, mummy ki panty overflow. Usne hungrily khodha, kai unwashed panty
alag rang – red lace, white cotton, pink silk – sink par treasure jaise rakhi.


Aankhein chamki jab black mili, sookhe fluid se crusty. Izzat se uthaya, naak lagaya, aankhein band kar
gehra soongha.
Matlab woh depraved jaanwar tha, intimate scents se obsessed, underwear drug. Woh soonghne laga.
Adding details, naak phaila, aankhein peeche, dheemi groan khushboo savor karte hue. Categorically,
chut part pehle – front, sweet-sour arousal soongha, jeebh bahar nikal kar crust taste kiya.


Phir gaand part – back strip, naak par mask jaise daba kar, gehra earthy soongha, moan jaise amrit ho.
Main soch raha tha gaand part kyun itna soonghta – wahan kyun rukta, oxygen jaise? Ghinnona,
perverse, pet ghuma raha tha. Kaisa aadmi? Pervert, predator jo aurat ki ghinnoni cheezon se maza leta,
mummy ko bodily functions tak gira deta.


Khud se poochha, kaisa monster shadi-shuda aurat ki gandi panty soonghta hai jab beta paas chhupa
hai? Homewrecker, user, hamara parivar playground bana diya.
Ab soonghte hue mummy peeche aayi – main notice nahi kiya pehle, uski grotesque ritual par focus.
Uski parchhai us par giri tab pata chala.


Adding details, woh tease ya check karne aayi hogi, “surprise” ki curiosity bold bana rahi thi. Usne
mid-inhale pakda, chehra black panty mein dooba, dheemi gasp.


“Davendra ji!” dheeme shocked lekin amused, panty haath se cheen li. “Kya kar rahe ho? Gandi
underwear soongh rahe ho jaise kutiya garam ho? Yeh… itna embarrassing! Agar Jai aa jata toh?”






Woh palta, bina sharm ke grin, chehra ab bhi laal us gehre soonghne se jo black lace panty se liya
tha haath mein. Aankhon mein sharam ka namo-nishaan nahi – sirf kacchi bhookh aur ghamand
bhari khushi jo mera pet aur ghuma rahi thi.


Mummy attached washroom ke darwaze par khadi thi. Gaal gehre laal, lekin hoth halke hasi se
hil rahe the shock, sharam aur na-mani jaane wali garmaahat se.


“D-Davendra ji!” dheeme zor se boli, awaaz daant aur hasi ka mila-jula. “Vishwas nahi hota! Mere
bedroom washroom mein khade meri gandi panty soongh rahe ho jaise desperate teenager! Agar
Jai abhi andar aa jata toh? Kya bolti main?”


Davendra paas aaya, black panty dheele pakde trophy jaise latka. “Bolti ki tera yaar teri khushboo
se nahi bhar paata Prisha. Bolti ki yeh teri chut aur perfect gaand ki khushboo le kar aati hai, aur
mujhe pagal kar deti hai.”


Usne phir naak lagaya, dheere jaan-bujh kar, aankhein us par jam kar soongha. “Fuck… sookhe
dhabbe se bhi mehsoos hota hai kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye. Yeh gaand part… God, yahan aur
tez. Poora din lace ko cheeks ke beech ragad rahi thi na?”


Mummy ne haath muh par, lekin jaanghein dabne aur nipple top ke neeche sakht hone ko nahi
chhupa paayi. “Rukiye… yeh itna ganda hai. Yeh nahi dhoyi gayi hamari aakhri raat se. Ismein…
ismein tera paani sookha hai, jab tune meri gaand par giraya tha. Tu hamara mess soongh raha
hai Davendra… hamara ganda mess.”


Usne dheemi groan ki, crotch panel zor se chehre par daba kar. “Bilku. Mujhe pasand hai jaan
kar ki doosre mard ki biwi mere paani ke dhabbe wali panty pehen kar ghoomti hai. Pasand
hai tu unhe unwashed rakhti hai sirf mere liye.”


Usne panty ulta kiya, us patli strip ko bahar kar jo gaand ke beech thi, aur gehra soongha.
“Yeh hissa… yahan jahaan teri tight chhoti gaand poora din ragadti thi… yahan sabse tez.
Ghanton soongh sakta hoon.”


Mummy ki sharam aur gehri; paaon se paaon badalti rahi, khali haath top ke kinare se
kheenchti jaise jaanghon ke beech garmaahat chhupa sake. “Tu mujhe embarrass kar
raha hai… sach mein embarrass.

Lag raha hai jaise sasti randi hoon jo yeh hone de rahi hai
apne ghar mein, usi room mein jahaan Kishore sota hai. Lekin… God, itna excite kyun kar
raha hai? Kyun geeli ho rahi hoon dekh kar tujhe depraved jaanwar jaise meri gandi laundry
par?”




Davendra ne panty thoda neeche kiya bolne ko, lekin chehre ke paas rakhi. “Kyunki tu sasti
randi hai Prisha. Meri sasti shadi-shuda randi. Aur raat ko dikhaunga kitna puja karta hoon
tere har ghinnone inch ki. Is obsession se shuru kar.”


Mummy ki aankhein badi, sharam ke peeche curiosity. “Raat ko? Aakhirkaar bata dega…
dikhaayega… woh surprise? Woh jagah jo kisi mard ne nahi chhui?”


Usne aur paas daba kar doorframe se, panty uske gaal par halke se. “Bataane se zyada lunga.
Dheere. Gehra. Jab tak mera naam rote hue maangegi aur rukne na degi. Lekin shaant ho
meri rani… abhi ghante baaki. Mujhe teri khushboo thodi der aur maze lene de.”


Woh kaanpi, lekin haath uski kalai pakad kar panty wapas uske naak par khud lagayi.
“Theek… apni randi ki gandi gaand aur soongh le. Sirf isliye ki mujhe pagal kar raha hai jaan
kar tu kitna obsessed hai. Raat ko asli cheez soongh sakta hai – jitna chahe – jab aakhirkaar
us mana hisse ko lega jo sapne mein dekha hai.”


Davendra ki aankhein waade se kaali. “Oh lunga. Aur tu har second maze legi.”
Dono ek hi pal mein jhuke, kiss phir – dheere lekin bhookha. Mummy ki sharam pighal kar kacchi
ichha, jeebh uski jeebh se ragad rahi thi jab woh khud panty zor se uske chehre par daba rahi
thi, gale se dheemi siski.


Main nikal gaya notice hone se pehle, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki sun lenge. Dinner
tayyar hone wala tha, aur raat – asli raat – ab shuru hone wali thi.


Ab dinner ke waqt, hum teeno dining table par. Ab alag-alag cheezein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Pehle khate waqt, mummy Davendra ko seductive aur bhookhi nazron se dekh rahi thi. Mujhe
pata tha yeh matlab woh kitni bhookhi hai aur randi jaise behave kar rahi hai.







Main dheere se lawn par daudta hoon, paaon naram zameen mein dhans rahe hain, khadkhadaati
pattiyon se bach raha hoon jo bata den. Khidki aage hai, halki amber roshni ka rectangle bahar
nikal rahi hai mana daawat jaise. Paas ja kar dil kaan mein dhadak raha hai. Thandi eent ki deewar
se chipak kar ungliyon par uth kar jhaankta hoon.


Shit – parde tight band hain, poore nahi lekin overlap itna ki view block. Sirf halki parchhaaiyaan
kapde par naach rahi hain, lambi aur tease karti, jaise bhooton ka natak jismein mujhe nahi bulaaya.
Gussa ubal raha hai. Itne savdhaan kaise? Ya aadat. Gaali dheeme se, muththi kaasi.
Ruk nahi sakta; jaanna hai.


Bina socha corner se doosri taraf daudta hoon, wahan chhoti khidki upar, bed ka alag angle.
Risky; mummy ke gulab ke trellis par chadhna padega. Haathon mein kaante chubhte hain uthte
hue, structure dheeme creak karti hai wazan se.


Please hold, sochta hoon, paseena maathe par thandi hawa mein. Inch-inch upar, shishe ke level.
Yahan parde thoda khule – thank fuck. Position adjust, chehra chipka, saans shishe par fog karti,
ponchhta hoon.


Aur woh hain. Saaf subah ki tarah, bedside lamp ki garam roshni mein. Mummy, lambe kaale baal
kandhon par, aur Davendra, papa ka boss, woh ghamandi harami jo company barbecue mein
mehngi ghadi dikhaata hai. Dono kiss kar rahe hain.


Gehra passionate kiss mein doobe, uske haath peeth par, woh pighal rahi hai. Mummy ki baahen
gardan mein, paas kheench rahi, jism bed ke kinare par chipke – wahi bed jo mummy papa ke
saath har raat soti hai. Dheere kiss karte mummy uthi darwaza band kiya.






Pet mud gaya. Yeh pehli baar mummy ne doosra mard is pavitra jagah mein laayi hai, woh room
jahaan papa light band karne se pehle “I love you” bolte hain, jahaan bees saalon se zindagi
banayi hai. Yeh dhokha hai un kasmon ka jo deewar par family photo ke neeche liye the, hamari
aakhri chhutti wali.


Intimacy ka desecration jo unhone pala hai – papa ka side bed neat bana, reading glasses
nightstand par, jaise thodi der bahar gaye hon.


Aur mummy yahan Davendra ko aane de rahi hai, uski mojoodgi unki hawa ko ganda kar rahi
hai. Shishe se lavender sheets ki halki khushboo mehsoos kar sakta hoon, ab unki garmaahat
se mila hua. Yeh bedroom hamesha stability ka symbol tha, mummy ki wafadari ka.


Woh har subah duvet ke kone tuck karti thi, pillows theek karti thi. Ab sin ka den ban raha hai,
pehli baar mummy yahan line cross kar rahi hai, papa ki mehnat se khareede ghar ke neeche.
Emotional angle se, bees saalon ki bharosa tod rahi hai shaant subah aur raaton ka. Physical
se, profane – mattress jo sirf papa ka wazan jaanta tha ab dhokhe ka nishaan.


Papa ki cologne pillow par halki, alarm early shifts ka – sab intruder ke saaye mein. Yeh pehli
baar mummy doosre mard ke saath so rahi hai us bedroom mein jahaan papa sote hain, moral
violation gehra, pyar ke ghar ko lust ka den bana raha hai.


Unka kiss bhookha, violent – hoth takraate, jeebhein tangle, dheemi moan shishe se sunai de
rahi thi.


Davendra ke haath kamar neeche, saree pallu side kiya practice se, mummy ki ungliyaan shirt
mein, urge kar rahi. Surreal; yeh room family movie nights ki yaad rakhta hai jab bachcha tha
main andar chadh jaata tha, mummy bukhar mein jagti papa soup laata. Ab woh yaadein gandi
ho gayi.


Dekhte hue thitha, mummy kiss toota knot kholne ko, harkat tezi. Lower part jaldi utaara,
fabric paaon par dher, toned taangein kamar curve dikha.
Swift, desperate, jaise doosri soch na aaye.





Material skin se whisper, ghutne kaanp, saansein tez. Reckless quick removal, bridges jala rahi,
moment ko full commit.
Black panty aur green blouse mein, contrast garam skin par. Woh panty – lacy sheer intimate
hug – wahi jo Davendra ne last month office secret meeting mein di thi.


Plain paper mein lapeti sly token, usse mark karne, har baar pehne yaad dilane ki woh uski hai
papa ke bina jaane. Black mystery sin, arousal evidence chhupata, secret seductress mehsoos
karwata family dinner mein.


Mera haath khud crotch par, ungliyaan pant ke upar sakht lund pakad li. Instinctive grip, bad
behavior taboo thrill se.
Matlab main bhi line cross kar raha – voyeurism self-gratification, bete ka role ganda depraved.
Aise pakad kar garmaahat pulse mehsoos, apne moral ka dhokha, family loyalty base arousal
bana.


Lekin parwah nahi; nazara intoxicating, dhokha raw ignore nahi.
Kyun? Charged moment mein mana nature sab override – secret thrill, dekhna jo nahi dekhna
chahiye, rational soch dubo deta.


Mujhe nahi pata maa ke dhokhe ka gussa kahaan gaya; pehle jalne wala gussa papa ki bharosa
muskaan soch kar, suraj mein dhuaan ban gaya. Visual shock absorb kar liya, twisted
excitement mein badal diya.


Sharam gehri – filial duty se papa ko fail kar raha, intervene nahi pervert jaise dekh. Personal
moral se sharam maa ke dhokhe par sakht hona, jism dimaag dhokha.
Emotionally sharam nafrat na hone ki, curiosity jeetne ki. Physically humiliating – sticky pre-cum
seep, haath kaanpta pakadte hue.


Sharam layers mein – societal bad habit indulge, indirect bhi; familial memory desecrate.
Bhaari wazan, gaal garam thandi hawa mein, lekin arousal mila cocktail shake nahi.
Mummy abhi green blouse mein curves chipke, khud button khol rahi, ungliyaan kaanpti
determined. Utaar di, zameen par giri, ab sirf white bra aur black panty mein.