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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 24


Davendra ne aakhirkaar apna lund mummy ke us chhed mein daal diya jise woh
pottee karne ke liye istemal karti hain.






"Oh, Davendra," vah glass ke paar se husky awaaz mein murmurat karti hai, "main poore din
iska intezaar kar rahi thi. Ise risk ke laayak bana do."
Vah dheemi, shikaari si hanshi hansta hai. "Tum jaanti ho main karunga. Tumhaare pati ka
bed tum jaise—utsuk aur nangi—ke saath aur bhi behtar lagta hai."


Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha ki Mom Dad ke saath aisa kar rahi hain. Mere Dad unhe poori
tarah se pyaar karte hain—har subah jaldi uthkar unke liye love praises banate hain jaise
unhe pasand hai, extra passion ke saath. Vahi hain jo random Tuesdays ko phoolon se surprise
karte hain, sirf anniversary pe nahi, kabhi kabhi park se wild phool chun kar dikhaane ke liye
ki thought hi count karta hai.


Aur yeh sab karte hue vah unke boss ke saath chupke chupke milti hain. Ek nazariye se yeh
dil todaane waala hai; Dad ka devotion shaant lekin gehra hai, unka pyaar pure hai, asthir—
jaise woh gold necklace jo vah abhi bhi pehni hui hain, jo unke saath bed pe dhokha dete hue
mockingly chamak rahi hai.


Davendra, abhi kapde pehne hue, thoda peeche hatta hai aur apni t-shirt utaar phenkta hai,
apna muscled chest dikhaata hai, jo Dad ke softer build se bilkul alag hai jo desk work aur
family barbecues se aaya hai. Vah dobara kissing mein doob jaate hain, ab aur gehri, uske haath
neeche sarak kar Mom ki badi gaand ko mazbooti se pakadte hain.


Vah unhe dabata hai, flesh uski grip mein yield karti hai, uski cheeks uske palms se overflow
karti hain jaise pakke phal. Yeh possessive hai, use apni territory mark kar raha hai ek raw aur
dominant tareeke se. Ek nazariye se yeh sensual hai—jaise uski ungliyaan dig in karti hain, soft
gaand cheeks ko knead karti hain, round globes jo har movement ke saath thodi jiggle karti hain.


Doosre nazariye se yeh aggressive hai, uski skin pe red imprints temporary brand ban jaate hain.
Apne details add karte hue: jaise uska body respond karta hai, peeche arch ho jaata hai uske
touch mein, uski gaand uske palms ke neeche clench karti hai jaise aur invite kar rahi ho. Uske
hips ke upar slight dimples jahaan uske thumbs press karte hain, warmth jo main imagine karta
hoon uski skin se uske rough haathon ke neeche radiate ho rahi.



 








Yeh dekh kar, main apna dick tez rub karna shuru kar deta hoon, friction pants ke andar heat
bana rahi hai. Yeh involuntary hai, pace har squeeze ke saath tez ho jaati hai jo vah deta hai,
mera body unke rhythm se sync ho jaata hai jaise strings pe puppet.


Visuals se: jaise uski skin pressure ke neeche pink flush ho jaati hai, panties wedging deeper
jaati hain jaise vah manipulate karta hai. Apne details add: vah ab light slaps maarta hai kabhi
kabhi, sound glass ke paar sharp crack ki tarah, use gasp karwaata hai aur aur peeche push
karwaata hai. Ek haath neeche venture karta hai, inner thighs ko tease karta hai, doosra lift
aur release karta hai, ripple dekh kar.



"God, teri gaand perfect hai," vah kisses ke beech groan karta hai, awaaz lust se thick. "Main
isse aise own karne ka sapna dekhta tha—har curve ko haathon ke neeche feel karna."
Vah softly moan karti hai, sar peeche tilt. "Aise hi karte raho... bahut achha lag raha hai,
Davendra. Lekin ab tumne mujhe curious kar diya—batao aaj raat ke liye aur kya plan hai.
Mujhe feel ho raha hai tum kitne hard ho."


"Tumne un tight sarees se events pe mujhe tease kiya," vah kehta hai, harder massage karte
hue, ungliyaan lace edge ke neeche briefly dip. "Yeh gaand meri meetings haunt karti hai—har
baar tum guzar ti ho, main imagine karta hoon tumhe desk pe bend kar ke."


"Main unhe tumhare liye pehenti hoon," vah admit karti hai, peeche grind karte hue uske palms
pe, awaaz breathy. "Jaante hue ki tum dekh rahe ho... din exciting ban jaata hai. Ab dikhao
kitna appreciate karte ho—hold back mat karo."


Vah deeply chuckle karta hai, massage aur insistent ho jaati hai, use wider spread karte hue.
"Oh, karunga. Is beautiful gaand ka har inch aaj raat mera hai. Lekin rush mat karo—batao,
mujhe yahaan, tumhare marital bed pe feel karna kaisa lag raha hai?"


"Yeh... forbidden lagta hai, lekin thrilling," vah reply karti hai, haath uske shoulders clutch
karte hue. "Jaise main saalon mein pehli baar zinda feel kar rahi hoon."


Unki conversation naturally flow karti hai, desire se laced. "Yaad hai last month ka conference?"
vah add karta hai, thumbs deeper circle karte hue. "Tum us tight saree mein—main ek bhi
presentation pe focus nahi kar paaya. Sirf yeh sochta raha ki in cheeks ko aise hi grab karoon."


Mom suddenly kissing rok deti hai, peeche hat kar playful smile ke saath, aankhein
arousal ke flush mein sparkle kar rahi hain. "Ruko, Davendra. Tumne phone pe surprise
ka zikr kiya tha. Kya hai woh? Tumne mujhe itna worked up kar diya—ab suspense mein mat
rakho."


Vah grin karta hai, haath abhi bhi uski gaand pe, final possessive squeeze dete hue pehle
thoda peeche hatta hai, nazar uske semi-nude form pe rake karti hai. "Theek hai, meri eager
little slut. Surprise yeh hai... aaj raat main teri gaand maarunga. Tere us virgin back hole ko
apna banaunga completely."


Vah gasp karti hai, aankhein shock se wide, haath muh pe jaise sound stifle karne. "Anal?
Davendra, nahi... yeh... yeh toh kabhi socha bhi nahi..." Uski awaaz trail off, cheeks deeper
crimson flush, body visibly tense.






Mujhe lagta hai vah shocked hai kyuki anal hamari culture mein utterly taboo hai—sirf
darkest scandals mein whisper hota hai, respectable homes jaise hamare mein openly
discuss nahi.


Yeh degrading, filthy maana jaata hai, perversion jo immoral realm mein cross karta hai,
un women ke liye reserved jo raasta bhatak gayi hain. Uski conservative upbringing se,
small town mein badi hui jahaan premarital kissing bhi frowned upon thi, yeh ultimate
line hai jo usne kabhi cross karne ki imagine nahi ki.


Aur main bhi shocked hoon—ek taraf se kyuki Mom hamesha propriety ki picture rahi
hain, mujhe TV pe kuch bhi "vulgar" dekhne pe daant ti thi, family values aur modesty
emphasize karti thi.


Yeh ultimate betrayal hai, apne body ka woh hissa surrender karna jo Dad ne kabhi fuck
nahi kiya. Society se: hamari community mein anal depravity se linked hai, reputations
forever ruin karta hai. Mujhe yaad aata hai aunts ko gossip karte suna "loose" women
ke baare mein, imply karte hue ki aise acts se woman real slut aur whore ban jaati hai.


"Lekin... anal sex? Yeh toh spoiled women ke liye hai, core se rotten," mom protest karti
hai, awaaz fear aur intrigue ke mix se waver. "Yeh moral decay laata hai—suna hai kaise
yeh corrupt karta hai, aur zyada depravity crave karwaata hai jab tak turning back nahi."
Vah softly hans ta hai, use dobara close pull kar, haath ab hips pe lightly. "Oh, tu toh already
full slut hai, hai na? Apne pati ke saath usi ke bed pe cheating? Ab wapas nahi ja sakti,
meri jaan. Yeh bas hamare little adventure ka next natural step hai."


Vah lip bite karti hai, conflicted, aankhein dart away. "Main... nahi jaanti. Bahut wrong
lagta hai. Jo women yeh karti hain woh indecent ban jaati hain, saari shame lose, proper
sab pe peeche mudti hain."


"Exactly," vah kehta hai, tone coaxing aur firm, haath chin cup kar use dekne pe majboor.
"Lekin kya yeh nahi jo tu secretly chahti hai? Un sab chains se free hona, completely meri
slut ban na? Bata—kya tu meri slut banna chahti hai, fully aur without reservation?"
Vah hesitate karti hai, breath hitch, phir whisper: "Haan... haan, chahti hoon. Main tumhari
hona chahti hoon."


Vah triumphantly smile karta hai, lekin vah continue karti hai, concerns spill out. "Lekin agar
bahut dard ho? Agar... neeche cheezen change ho jaayein, jaante ho, everyday functions
ke saath?" Face burn, direct words avoid lekin lower body ki taraf vaguely gesture, meaning
clear—messiness, bodily realities ki worry "poop" bole bina.


Davendra understandingly nod karta hai, expression reassuring. "Samajh raha hoon—woh
practical worries. Chinta mat kar; carefully handle karenge. Isliye kuch smooth banane waala
chahiye. Woh coconut oil hai na jo tumne ek baar mention kiya? Vanity shelf pe? Laao mere
liye, slut."


Slowly nod kar, vah turn karti hai aur dresser ke paas shelf ki taraf jaati hai—wahi cluttered
lotions, perfumes, family trips ke trinkets se. Uski hips hypnotically sway karti hain jaise chalti
hai, black panties curves pe cling, har step pe slightly ride up.


Thodi der rummage karti hai, peeth uski taraf, white bra straps shoulders pe taut. Finally
small bottle coconut oil nikaalti hai, label faded, aur trembling fingers se use deti hai, aankhein
mix apprehension aur excitement se milti hain.







"Oil kyun exactly?" vah poochti hai, awaaz soft, reassurance maangti hui jaise embrace mein
wapas aati hai.
"Lubricate karne ke liye, meri jaan," vah explain karta hai, uncap kar drop finger pe pour,
thumb aur forefinger ke beech rub.


"Taaki main us tight gaand mein bina pain ke slide kar sakoon—glisten kar doon, har inch smoothly
feel karwa doon. Bahut dinon se fantasize kar raha hoon. Office mein tumhe dekhta, files
pe bend hote hue, imagine karta us back hole ko, hidden aur waiting, oiled up aur ready."
"Sach? Tumne... mere us hisse ke baare mein itna socha?" vah probe karti hai, tone flattery
aur nerves ka blend.


"Har damn day," vah admit karta hai, free haath arm trace. "Boring meetings mein zone out,
tumhe all fours pe picture karta, perfect gaand wink karti hui, slick with oil. Ultimate claim
hai—jo tumhara pati never dared."


Main frozen dekh raha tha jaise vah nightstand se oil ki bottle uthata hai—wahi jo Mom long
days ke baad massages ke liye use karti thi. Cap slowly twist karta hai, deliberately,
moment savor karte hue. Cap soft click se free, generous amount palm mein pour, golden
liquid light catch.


"Prisha, darling," vah murmur karta hai, awaaz low aur commanding cracked window se.
Har shabd, har saans sun raha tha. "Mujhe teri beautiful gaand ka khayaal rakhne de."
Vah giggle karti hai, sound bilkul alag Mom se jo cookies baketi thi aur late rehne pe daantti
thi. "Oh, Davendra, tum kitne naughty ho. Lekin theek hai... tumhare liye."


Uski badi gaand black panties ke fabric se strain kar rahi thi. Massive, round aur firm yoga
se, woh jo grocery store mein heads turn karti thi. Davendra haath rub karta hai oil warm
karne, phir cheeks pe place.






Top se shuru, waist ke neeche, fingers slow circular motions mein slick liquid spread. Oil skin
mein seep, polished marble jaise glisten lamp ke neeche. Neeche work karta, deeper knead,
thumbs cleft mein dip jahaan panties thighs meet.


Doosre angle se, side pe step kar, dekhta hoon kaise admire karta hai, aankhein hungry.
"God, Prisha, yeh gaand art ka piece hai. Itni badi, perfect. Tera pati inhe waise appreciate
nahi karta jaise main."


Vah softly moan, back arch. "Mmm, aur tum? Aur batao."
"Oh, haan. Jaise ripe fruits, squeeze hone ko beg. Aur aaj raat, sab mere."
Yakeen nahi hota. Yeh bedroom Dad ke saath share karti thi—jahaan old memories pe
haste the, Dad goodnight kiss karte. Ab ghar brothel bana diya, is aadmi ko defile karne
diya. Shame chest mein burn, hot aur unrelenting.


Uski gaand ab shine, oil light reflect hypnotic sheen mein. Davendra lightly slap ek cheek
pe, jiggle dekh. "Dekh kaise shine? Night sky ke stars jaise. Tu ab meri slut hai, Prisha.
Admit kar."


Vah throaty laugh. "Haan, Davendra. Tumne mujhe bana diya. Lekin... fit hoga? Tera big
cock meri... meri filthy gaand mein?"
Vah pause, haath massage continue. "Hoga. Make kar lenge. Party se sapna dekh raha
hoon us tight hole ka."


"Lekin itna private," vah whisper, shoulder pe glance. "Sabse private part. Kisi ne kabhi nahi
maara, pati ne bhi nahi."
"Isliye main lucky," vah growl, close pull. "Main claim karunga. Wide stretch. Teri gaand aaj
raat meri."


Twisted emotions feel ho rahe. Shame watching se, anger Mom pe Dad pe cheating—jo
hotel mein clueless loyal. Lekin despite, look away nahi kar pa raha. Heart pound, forbidden
heat groin mein build. Angry haan, lekin scene raw, intense, hard ho raha tha. Next dekhne
ko wait nahi kar pa raha, guilt gnaw karte hue bhi.


Davendra peeche hatta, work admire. "Theek hai, slut. Bed pe ja aur bend over. Dikha kya
hai tere paas."
Vah hesitate, phir wicked smile. "Okay, lekin yaad rakhna, main wait kar rahi hoon ki tum
mujhe slut banao meri smelly gaand maar ke."


Seductively move karti hai, oiled gaand sway har step pe, shine light flicker catch. Bed edge
pe—Dad ki side—haath mattress pe, waist se bend. Gaand high rise, panties on, fabric taut
curves pe. Oil cheeks glow jaise within lit, droplets thighs pe trickle.






Stare kar raha, anger boil. Pornstars jaise pose, woh jo sneak peeks mein dekhta tha.
Yeh meri mom nahi ho sakti, jo bachpan mein tuck in karti thi. Accept nahi; nightmare lagta.
Kya main slut se paida hua? Thought punch jaise, rage fuel. Lekin anger twist—haath
neeche slip, pants se dick rub, hard insistent. Kyun? Kyuki betrayal complete, erotic
wrongness mein, wild drive. Hate karta hoon, lekin stop nahi.


Davendra approach, awaaz husky. "Ab yeh fat gaand cheeks spread kar, Prisha. Dikha kya
work kar raha hoon."
Vah peeche reach, fingers panties mein hook lekin abhi down nahi. "Aise? Mmm, tumhe
meri big gaand pasand hai na? Itni fat aur juicy."


"God haan. Perfection. Tera pati andha hoga jo har raat worship nahi karta."
Agar Dad ko pata... oh God, kya karega? Shatter, shayad work pe confront, job dignity lose.
Mom everything risk thrill ke liye.


Slow tug se black panties side part, gaand reveal. Pehli baar dekha—imagine nahi kiya tha.
Forbidden beautiful: tight puckered rosebud, pinkish-brown, shining cheeks ke beech
nestled. Clean, inviting, untouched till now.






"Pasand aaya?" vah purr.
"Fuck haan. Gorgeous. Kya main smell karoon, Prisha? Tere filthy little hole ki whiff loon?"
Vah lip bite. "Agar chahte ho... meri gaand soon gh, Davendra. Apni bana lo."


Vah kneel behind, haath wider spread. Lean in, thumbs se slightly part, deeply inhale.
"Ahh, heaven smell. Musky, sweet—woman secret jaise."
Yeh scene... sick way mein good feel. Intimacy, degradation—mesmerizing. Endlessly praise
gaand: "Itni tight, pretty. Better than any pussy."


Kuch minutes baad pull up. Vah comply, bed pe crawl face-down stretch, gaand offering
jaise present. Big gaand quiver slightly, oiled ready.
"Ruko, Davendra," vah concern se. "Anal sex... darr lag raha. Hurt ho sakta."
"Thoda hoga, lekin love karegi. Ek baar kar liya, full meri slut. No back."


"Jaanti hoon. Yakeen nahi—party ke baad sneaking, ab yeh. Real slut ban jaungi, all
steps: blowjobs, pussy fucking, ab anal. Teri anal whore."
Vah grin. "Exactly. Ab comfortable banaate hain."


Dad side pillow reach—faint aftershave scent—stomach ke neeche slide. Kyun? Hips
elevate, gaand upward angle better access. Big gaand prominent, bina iske struggle.
"Yeh kyun?" vah head lift poochti.


"Teri gaand too big, too perfect," explain. "Yeh raise karegi taaki direct gaand pe aa
sakoon. Deep slide easy."
"Oh, clever. Sab sochte ho. Pro slut feel."
"Haan, aur position right—no escape once in."


Nervously laugh, add: "Jaise ritual prep. Meri big gaand special treatment."
Nod, oil haath again. Mom peeche reach gaand cheeks wide spread hold. Davendra
direct penis pe oil pour, stroke full slick—shaft gleam jaise gaand.


Phir finger dip gaand mein prepare, slow gentle first. One knuckle, two, deeper probe.
Mom face window toward—meri taraf. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open pleasure,
cheeks flushed. Lip bite, soft "Ahh" escape twist pe.


"Mmm, good," whisper.
Second finger add, stretch. Expression intense—brows furrowed ecstasy, lips wider
part.


Ab main event. Position, penis head gaand press. "Prisha, sure? Last concerns?"
Shakily nod. "Bas... fit hoga? Itni filthy, tight."
Shamefully chuckle. "Hoga. Done before. Relax, aur
Push shuru, head pucker nudge. Impossible lagta.



Thick cock tiny clenched
opening pe press, swollen tip slightly flatten stubborn ring pe. Oil thick glossy, drip
beads jahaan bodies meet, lekin Mom rigid.
Rim skin tight stretch pale almost translucent, broad head no ground. Har careful
rock hips se harder clench, ring flutter seal shut again again.


Fingers sheets twist, face dark window toward, eyes shut tight, mouth shallow
frightened breaths, even cry start. “Davendra, sach mein too big,” trembling rush
mein. “Nahi fit hoga. Already feel aur hurt.”


Ek haath hip steady, doosra guide. “Slowly breathe out aur muscles relax try.
Thoda push out jaise poop push kar rahi ho. Oil hai, help karega.”


Try karti, tiny push, lekin body betray snap shut. “AAHHH, nahi, burning bahut,”
cry, awaaz crack. “Please slower, beg kar rahi.”






Completely pause, pressure constant bina force. “Jitna slow ja sakta. Fine kar
rahi, breathe keep. Nose se in, mouth se out.”
“AAAAHHH,” moan jab tiniest pressure add. Very tip sink start, rim wider stretch,
thin gleam light. “Davendra, tear open feel. Nahi kar sakti.”


“Can,” calm answer, low voice. “Already opening little. Fight mat, let happen.”
“UUUHHH, too much,” whimper, fresh tears cheeks. “Socha tha want lekin cannot
take. Please stop push.”
Perfectly still hold, head barely inside ring. “Abhi nahi move. Feel kaise filthy gaand
accept start? Flutter means relax. Stay with me.”


“NNNGHHH, no,” gasp, head shake pillow pe. “Wrong feel. Hurt too deep already.”
Wait, sweat forehead, breathing slow fraction. Phir forward press, slow relentless.
Widest head crown start, ring absolute limit force. Oil wet slick sounds tiny
advance pe.


“AAAAIIIIHHH,” sharp cry, back arch try phir flat force. “Davendra, serious, out karo.
Breathe nahi properly.”
“Almost past head,” clenched teeth se. “Hardest part. One more second worst over.”
“MMMMMPHHH, no please,” sob, body tremble. “Nahi want anymore. Splitting feel.”







Final steady push se thick head fully slip inside. Soft wet pop jaise gaand close snugly
crown ke peeche. Mom jerk whole body, raw scream throat se: “AAAAAHHHH, OH GOD,
ANDAR AA GAYA, AAAHHH, NIKALO!