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

[Deepak_bull]

                                      CHAPTER 26



"Meri mom aur Davendra mere papa ke khilaaf kuch plan
kar rahe hain aur mujhe nahi pata ki vo kya hai."





Subah hone par main jaaga, dhoop bedroom ke pardo se tez, garam kirnon mein bhar kar
andar aa rahi thi jo deewaron aur farsh par nritya kar rahi thi, sab kuchh dhokhe se shaant
dikha rahi thi. Nightstand par ghadi ne 9 AM se thoda aage ka time dikhaya aur ek pal ke
liye main wahan leta raha, ceiling ko takta, ummeed karta ki kal raat ki yaadein sirf ek bura
sapna thi.


Lekin woh nahi thi. Awazein, nazare, jis tarah maa ne poori tarah se samarpan kiya—woh
sab spasht wapas aa gaye, meri chaati ko kas diya. Main dheere se uth baitha, mere muscles
dard kar rahe the ghanton tak bahar trellis se chipke rehne se, mere haathon mein abhi bhi
kaanton ki chubhan mehsoos ho rahi thi.


Ghar shaant tha siwaye kitchen se halki khan khan ki awaaz ke, tazaa parathe aur coffee ki
khushboo hawa mein faili hui—roz ki khushboo jo ab mud kar galat lag rahi thi, jaise ek patli
parda jo neeche ki kachchi dhokhebaazi ko chhupa rahi ho.


Main apne darwaze tak chupke se gaya aur use thoda sa khola, hallway se kitchen ki taraf
jhaankte hue. Wahan thi woh, maa, stove par khadi, spatula se kuchh palat rahi, apne saans
ke neeche purani Bollywood tune ko dheere se gun guna rahi jaise duniya raat bhar mein
tooti nahi thi.


Lekin toot gayi thi. Ab woh Davendra ki poori randi thi, uski samarpit kutiya jisne apne
sharir ka har inch bina jhijhak saunp diya, use woh jagahen claim karne di jahan kabhi kisi
ne nahi kiya tha.


Main samajh nahi pa raha tha—yeh aurat, jo mujhe college ke liye dheere hila kar uthati thi
aur tiffin mein pyar bhare note daalti thi, dad ke saath sabse poori tarah se dhokha kar
chuki thi.


Dad, jo shayad abhi kisi hotel room mein the, mehnat kar rahe aur uske baare mein pyar
se soch rahe. Woh kaise itni shaant, itni sadharan dikhti khadi hui, sab kuchh hone ke baad?
Woh sirf neeli panty aur milti julti neeli blouse mein thi, kapda patla aur uske curves par
chipka hua jaise doosri twacha.


Blouse neeche button kiya hua, uske boobs ke ubhaar ko
dikha raha, aur panty high-cut lace wali, uske kamar ko jakadti aur uski gol gaand ko
mushkil se dhakti.






Main sochta raha ki aakhir woh aisa kyun pehenti jab doosra aadmi—uska lover—abhi yahan
hai. Davendra nahi gaya tha; mujhe guest bathroom se shower ki halki awaaz pahle sunai
di thi.


Kya yeh outfit uske liye tha? Subah ka chedna? Ya woh itni gehri badal gayi thi ki sharm ab
matter nahi karti? Usne pahle kabhi aisa kuchh nahi pehna. Mere badhte hue saalon mein,
maa traditional decency ki tasveer thi—hamesha ghar mein poori saree ya salwar kameez
mein, lazy Sundays par bhi.


Agar guests hote to woh poori tarah se dhak leti, mujhe lecture deti "ghar mein izzat banaye
rakhne" ke baare mein. Agar main sirf shorts mein room se bahar aata to woh frown karti
aur kehti, "Beta, sahi kapde pehno—yeh parivaar ka ghar hai."


Ab, yahan woh aadhi nangi ghoom rahi thi, uska sharir poori tarah se dikhaav par, jaise kisi
niji fantasy mein. Affair ne uski purani atma ki har parat cheen li thi, use is bold, besharm
aurat mein badal diya jo seduce karne ke liye pehenti thi, apni izzat bachane ke liye nahi.






Mere bedroom darwaze se nazar se, maine uski badi gaand ko dekhta raha jaise woh thoda
jhuk kar neeche shelf par masale lene ke liye. Woh gaand—wahi jo Davendra ne kal raat
bina reham pitta tha, khinchta aur bharta jab tak woh cheekhi na aur karahi na.


Ab woh itni bhari aur lubhavni dikhti, har chhoti harkat se dheere hilti, neeli lace panty gaand
ke beech thodi wedged, perfect gol shape ko aur dikhaati. Maa ki gaand woh cheez hai
jiske liye woh jaani jaati hai, itni badi aur moti, isi liye maine is story ka naam aisa rakha.


Maans dheere se hilta tha jaise woh wazan badalti, ek natural bounce jo mere gale ko
sookha deta. Us griping haathon se halke laal nishaan abhi twacha par dikhte the, jaise
hua ki baadges.


Mujhe vishwas nahi hota ki Davendra ka mota land kuchh ghante pahle usi gaand ke ched
mein gehra daba hua tha. Sakht subah ki roshni mein, yah asambhav lagta—un sundar
gaalon ke beech waha kas, chhupa ched ne uska sab kuchh liya, chauda khincha, baad mein
khula reh gaya. Uske sharir ne itni jaldi recover kaise kar liya?





Ab woh itni smoothly hilti, dard ka koi nishaan nahi, sirf mulayam, hypnotic motion jo meri
ankhen unwillingly kheenchti.
Maa counter ponchne lagi, kapde haath mein, surface par door tak pahunchne ke liye stretch
karti.


Uske boobs us tight neeli blouse mein avishwasniya dikhte, bhare aur bhari, har jhukne par
aage dabte, kapda buttons par thoda kas.


Woh scrub karte hue dheere bounce karte, nipples halke outline, use pahle se zyada young
aur vibrant dikhaate. Pichhle mahinon mein woh itni sundar ho gayi thi—twacha smoother
aur chamakdar, ankhen bright, posture confident aur sensual.


Mujhe pata tha yah sab Davendra ke saath affair aur lagataar teevra chudai ki wajah se.
Secrecy ka thrill, kachcha physical sukh, itni fiercely desired hone ka mehsoos—usne usmein
kuchh jagaya tha, stressed housewife ko is radiant, sexual creature mein badal diya jo har
room ko own karti dikhti.


Jaise main dekhta raha, maa ne cooking khatam ki aur carefully tray arrange ki—garam
parathe, dahi, tazaa aam ke tukde, aur coffee ka mug. Usne use chhoti smile ke saath
uthaya aur master bedroom ki taraf chali, uske kamar usual se zyada hilte hue, jaise use pata
ho ki koi admire kar raha hai.


Tabhi Davendra bathroom se nikla, kamar par towel dheela lapeta, uske chaude seene par
paani ki boondein abhi, baal bhege aur uljhe. Woh relaxed aur vijayi dikhta, jaise aadmi
jisne jo chaaha conquer kar liya. Maa ka chehra use dekh kar roshan ho gaya, ek sachcha,
garam smile jo affection se bhara jo maine kabhi dad ko aise nahi dekha.


"Good morning, mere pyar," usne dheere kaha, tray offer karte hue. "Maine tumhare liye
breakfast banaya—aloo parathe jaise tumhe pasand, kinare crispy bahut butter ke saath,
aur tumhari coffee strong do cheeni ke saath."


Davendra ki ankhen khushi se chamki, chehre par badi, santusht smile faili jaise usne tray
uske haathon se liya. "Tum mujhe bahut kharab karti ho," usne gehri aur appreciative awaaz
mein jawab diya.


"Yeh amazing dikhta hai. Tum avishwasniya ho." Usne tray ko bedside table par carefully
rakha, phir use bina jhijhak baahon mein khincha, jhuk kar gehra aur dheere chuma.


Maa ne usse wapas aur zyada intensity se chuma jo maine kabhi dad ko karte nahi dekha.
Dad ke saath chumban jaldi aur affectionate hote, saalon ki comfortable habits. Lekin
Davendra ke saath, usne sab daal diya—uske honth eagerly khule, jeebh uski mili, dheere
moan nikle jaise woh poora sharir uske chipkati, haath uski nangi peeth par slide. Chumban
poori minute tak chala,






passionate aur bhukha, unki saansein bhari hoti gayi. Main utna gussa nahi tha jitna socha
tha—sirf thoda bacha, jaise dull dard. Kal raat ka shock ne zyada rage ko numb kar diya,
resentment aur unwilling fascination ka ajib mishran chhod diya.


Jaise woh chum rahe the, Davendra ke haath uski peeth par neeche gaye aur maa ki
badi gaand par settle ho gaye, possessively pakadte.
Usne pahle zor se nichoda, ungliyan patli neeli panty ke upar mulayam maans mein gehre
dubi, gaalon ko uske palms ke beech bulge karte.


Phir dheere kiya, dheere malish, firm grips jo gaand hilate aur lighter caresses jo curves
trace karte. Jis tarah usne handle kiya, spasht tha ki woh gaand ab uski hai—possessive
lekin admiring, thumbs un spots par dabate jo kal raat se sensitive the, uske kamar ko paas
khinchte taaki woh towel ke neeche harden mehsoos kare.


"Good morning tumhe bhi, meri sundar kutiya," usne saans ke liye rukte hue uske honthon
par murmlaya, haath abhi bhi uski gaand par rhythmic kaam karte. "Subah kaisi mehsoos
kar rahi ho sab kuchh ke baad jo humne kiya? Sach batao—kya sore ho, ya tumhara sharir
mujhe miss kar raha hai?"


Maa ne dheere saans li, apna maatha uske par tikaya, chehre par sharmili lekin khush smile.
"Good morning, Davendra ji. Aaj main poori alag mehsoos kar rahi hoon, jaise nayi aurat.
Mera sharir thoda sore hai, khas kar neeche, lekin acchi tarah jo har harkat par tumhe
yaad dilata hai."


Usne uski gaand phir nichodi, use halka gasp karwaya. "Alag kaise? Batao us sundar dimag
mein kya chal raha hai."
"Main ab poori kutiya mehsoos kar rahi hoon," usne confess kiya, awaaz neeche lekin sthir,
ankhen uski mili bina sharm. "Jaise maine ek line cross ki jisse wapas nahi aa sakti, aur
sach kahoon, main nahi chahti."


Davendra ne aur badi smile ki, uske haath uski gaand par dheemi malish rukte nahi. "Yeh
bilkul sahi hai. Tum aisa mehsoos karti ho kyunki maine kal raat teri gaand chodi.


Mainetumhara woh ek hissa liya jo abhi untouched tha, tumhari baaki purity ka akhiri tukda.
Ab kuchh nahi bacha jo tumhe respectable patni banata. Tum sirf randi ho—meri niji
randi—jo apne lover ke liye taangein failati aur har ched kholti jab pati door ho."


Maa ne dheere sir hilaaya, uske aur paas dabti. "Haan, tum sahi ho. Main teri randi hoon.
Main ab woh izzat deserve nahi karti jo pahle thi. Main sirf tumhari kutiya hoon ab. Mujhe
bina izzat ke treat kiya jaye, mujhe sasti vaishya ki tarah treat kiya jaye."


Baad mein, breakfast share karne aur dheemi awaazon mein aur baat karne ke baad,
maa ne chhoti tray mere room mein laayi—parathe, fruit, aur chai—mere liye. Main bed
par baitha pretend karta raha ki abhi jaaga.


Woh amazing smell kar rahi thi, tazaa jasmine soap aur uski favorite floral perfume ki
mishran, meethi aur inviting. Lekin us clean scent ke neeche, mujhe woh vaishya smell
karti—sex ki musk ko fragrance ki layers se dhakne ki koshish, raat bhar ki total
debauchery ke baad innocent dikhti.






Usne tray rakhi aur jhuk kar mere gaal par pyar se chuma. "Good morning, mere
meethe beta. Breakfast taiyaar hai—garam garam khao."


Maine jaldi sir ghumaya, chumban avoid karte. Mere dimag mein, woh honth
Davendra ke land ke charon lapete the, uske baad jab woh uski gaand mein gehra
tha. Soch ne meri twacha ko crawl kar diya.


Maa seedhi hui, thodi surprised dikhti. "Kya hua? Aaj mom ko morning kiss nahi?"
"Tum aise kyun pehni ho, Mom?" maine poocha, uski neeli panty aur blouse ki taraf ishaara
karte. "Davendra uncle abhi yahan hai. Yeh... ajib lagta hai."


Woh mere bed ke kinare baithi, reassuring smile ke saath. "Oh beta, chinta mat karo. Ghar
aaj garam hai, aur main aise comfortable mehsoos karti hoon. Yeh mera ghar hai aakhir."
"Lekin tum pahle kabhi aise nahi pehnti," maine dabaya.


"Jab sirf hum hote tab bhi nahi.
Aur unke yahan hone par, yeh galat lagta—jaise tum show off kar rahi ho ya kuchh."
Usne mera pair dheere thapthapaya. "Janti hoon yeh naya hai, lekin aaj kal main apni skin
mein accha mehsoos karti hoon.


Zindagi bahut chhoti hai hamesha chhupne ke liye.
Davendra close friend hai—unhe bilkul bura nahi lagta. Sach mein, unhe pasand hai jab
main relaxed hoti hoon."


Humne aur discuss kiya—maine bataya ki mujhe uncomfortable lagta hai, mom ke liye proper
nahi dikhta. Usne explain kiya ki woh khud ko rediscover kar rahi hai, saalon ki routine ke
baad young aur free mehsoos karti, dad itna door rehte to chhoti cheezon ka aanand lena
chahiye.


"Old-fashioned mat bano, beta," usne halke se kaha. "Main abhi bhi tumhari mom hoon."
Aakhir mein, usne change na karne ka decide kiya, khadi hui firm lekin kind smile ke saath.
"Main apne ghar mein jo khush kare woh pehnungi."


Maine bahar se haan kaha "Theek
hai, Mom, jo tum chaaho," lekin andar se gussa tha—jal raha ki uska affair ne use itni selfish
, itni careless bana diya ki mujhe ya dad ko affect kaise hota.


Us subah baad mein, maine unhe compound gate ke bahar dekha, bade neem tree ki
chhaya mein paas khade. Davendra ne use lingering chumban ke liye khincha, uska haath
uski lower back par possessively. Woh gehri baat mein lage, sir paas, awaazein neeche aur
secretive, kabhi kabhi charon taraf dekhte.





Mujhe pet mein kuchh bura mudta mehsoos hua—ek dark premonition ki woh affair se zyada
plan kar rahe. Main front door par khada plants ko paani dete pretend karta raha, aur
snippets pakde—dad ka naam kai baar, shabd jaise "uski position" aur "make sure woh fail
ho." Bilkul accha nahi laga, jaise rag mein barf, lekin maine decide kiya mujhe sach jaanna
hai. Main chhod nahi sakta.


Maa ne mud kar mujhe bright smile ke saath haath hilaya. "Beta, main thodi der ke liye
Davendra uncle ke saath bahar ja rahi hoon. Kuchh important office work khatam karna hai
—tumhare dad ke project ke liye. Shaam tak wapas aa jaungi. Kuchh chahiye to call karna!"
"Theek hai, Mom," maine normal tone force karte jawab diya. "Khayal rakhna."


Woh Davendra ki sleek black car mein chadhi, passenger seat mein asani se settle, aur woh
smoothly drive kar gaya. Maine sirf ek pal intezaar kiya phir bahar daud kar corner se taxi
pakdi. "Aage wali black sedan ko follow karo, lekin thodi doori rakho," maine driver ko bataya,
dil tez dhadakta.


Woh familiar streets se gaye, akhir ek unchi, modern building par ruke—headquarters jahan
dad 15 saal se faithfully kaam kar rahe the. Maine turant pehchana, chamakdar glass facade
company name bold letters mein. Yahan kyun, sab jagahon mein se? Mera dimag confusion
aur dread se ghoom gaya jaise maine taxi pay ki aur family visits se yaad side entrance se
andar slip kiya.




Pillars aur corners ke peeche chhupte, main unka peecha dad ke floor tak kiya. Woh dad ke
private office mein casually gaye, darwaza zyadatar band kar. Maine paas chupke se gaya,
use thoda khola taaki dekh aur sun saku bina notice hue. Andar, woh dad ke desk drawers
aur files mein khoj rahe the, reports aur documents nikaalte.


"Yeh wahi hai," Davendra ne thandi smile ke saath whisper kiya, ek mota folder utha kar.
"Agar hum in numbers ko tweak karein aur kuchh errors daalein, yeh massive negligence
dikhega uski taraf se. Woh mushkil mein hoga aur demote karne ke siwaye aur choice nahi
—ya worse."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, pages jaldi scan karte. "Haan, yahan aur yahan figures badlo. Woh
lately itna distracted raha—kabhi notice nahi karega jab tak late na ho jaye. Yeh uski badi
promotion ki chances ko poori tarah barbaad kar dega jiske liye woh mehnat kar raha tha."





Maine har detail nahi samjha unke plan ka, lekin intent crystal clear tha—woh deliberately
dad ke career ko sabotage kar rahe the, use professionally fail set up kar rahe. Dhokha
bedroom se bahar ja chuka; ab woh uski rozi attack kar rahe.


Davendra ne altered papers side rakhe aur maa ki taraf bhukhi ankhen kar ke mudaa. "Ab
kaam kaafi. Tumhare pati ke office mein aise—yeh mujhe turn on karta hai. Main tumhe
yahin uske desk par chodna chahta hoon. Kal raat maine tumhe uske bed mein liya. Ab
uske workspace mein leta hoon. Main chahta hoon uski zindagi ka har hissa mere mark se
bhara ho."


Maa ne desk ki taraf dekha—dad ka neat organized space hamari family photo chair ki
taraf—aur honth kaata, chehre par sharm aur excitement ka mishran. "Yeh bahut risky
hai, koi andar aa sakta hai. Lekin thrilling bhi lagta hai. Tumne mujhse sab kuchh cheen
liya. Karo—kar do."


Woh dad ka sab kuchh lena chahta tha: uski loyal patni, uska pavitra bed, aur ab uska
professional sanctuary. Ultimate humiliation.
Maa ka dad ke liye pyar kahan gayab ho gaya?


Woh har subah dad ki success ke liye prarthna karti, uske awards ko proudly wall par
frame karti, late raat jag kar presentations prepare karne mein madad karti. Ab, Davendra
ko mahinon se chodne ke baad, woh pyar poori tarah mit gaya—us twisted devotion se
replace jo uske lover ke liye, willing to destroy the man who had given her everything.


Davendra ne use paas khincha aur fiercely chumna shuru kiya, haath urgency se uske
sharir par ghoomte. Maa ne bina resistance allow kiya, barabar fire se wapas chumti,
ungliyan uske baalon mein ulajhti, sharir uske melt, dheere awaazein uske honthon
se nikalti.






Mujhe nausea ki lahar mehsoos hui—maa ne pahle se Davendra ko family home mein
chodne diya, marital bed ko defile kiya, aur ab yahan dad ke office mein, shayad
usi desk par jhuk kar jahan dad apna future plan karta.


Woh kai lambi minute ke baad ruke, bhari saans lete, maathe touch. Davendra ne
pocket mein haath daala aur stunning golden necklace nikaala—delicate chains
chhote diamonds ke saath jo office lights mein sundar chamke. "Yeh tumhare liye,
meri perfect kutiya. Kal raat celebrate karne aur jo tum ban gayi uske liye gift."


Maa ki ankhen genuine surprise se chaudi. "Oh Davendra ji, yeh gorgeous hai.
Diamonds itne clear. Lekin yeh bahut mehnga hoga—sure ho mere liye?"
"Of course tumhare liye," usne smoothly jawab diya. "Tumne sab kuchh de kar
yeh earn kiya. Mud jao taaki pehna saku."




Usne obediently mud kar baal uthaye, aur Davendra ne necklace uski gardan par
bandha, sona perfect uski twacha par settle. Maa ne use delicately touch kiya, dono
haath muh par udaan bharte delighted shock mein. "Mujhe vishwas nahi. Yeh
twacha par itna luxurious mehsoos hota. Bahut bahut shukriya—yeh mere liye
duniya hai."




Necklace sab symbolize karti—woh officially uski marked kutiya ab, uska mehnga
gift proudly pehne hue dad ke office mein khadi, uske against plot karte. Yeh
ownership ka final stamp tha.





"Doston, batao tumhare kya khayal hain, tumhe kya
lagta hai ki agla scene kya hona chahiye?"