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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 28



Meri mom mein kuch bahut khatarnak baat maine notice ki hai.





Uska phone tab baja—papa ka call tha. Main hairaan reh gaya, apni chhupne ki jagah par jam gaya,
dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi.


Usne shaant hokar jawab diya, papa se meethi awaaz mein baat ki, lekin main unki taraf nahi sun
saka ya koi vivran—bas uski baatein jaise "Yahan sab theek hai" aur "Main bhi tumhe yaad kar rahi
hoon, surakshit ghar aana." Ant mein kaha "Love you."


Phone rakhkar usne Davendra ko jaldi se bataya, "Kishore jaldi ghar aa raha hai—uski flight aaj
shaam utregi. Woh utsaahit lag raha tha hume surprise dene ke liye."


Ve jaldi mein baat karne lage, awaazein neechii. "Hume badlaav khatam karke jaldi nikalna chahiye,"
Davendra ne kaha. "Jab woh aaye to normal behave karna—main tumhe le jaunga, woh tumhara
nikamma pati kuchh shak nahi karega, woh tum par bahut vishwas karta hai."


Maa ne jawab diya, "Haan, woh notice nahi karega, lekin hume aur zyada savdhaan rehna hoga."
Davendra ne usse dheere se kaha, "Ab ek baar phir mera land muh se saaf kar do. Apni gaand mein
gaya land saaf karo. Muh se poora chamka do."


Maa ne is baar virodh nahi kiya, mud kar ghutne tek di bina virodh ke, dheere se choosna shuru kiya
—honth sust dande par lapet kar, jeebh poori tarah saaf karte hue swaad ke bawajood.
Maine use yeh karte dekh kar ganda mehsoos kiya, jaanta tha ki seedha uski gaand se, sab gandi
cheezon se mila hua, phir bhi woh maan gayi jaise normal ho.


Davendra maa ko apne saamne ghutne tekte dekh raha tha us ghamandi, vijayi chehre ke saath, uska
haath dheere lekin mazbooti se uska sir pakad kar guide kar raha tha jaise woh sust land muh mein
le rahi thi. Usne neechii, taana bhari hasi nikali, awaaz nafrat se bhari.


"Dekho tumhe, Prisha, land choos rahi ho jo abhi tumhari gandi gaand mein gehra daba tha. Kaisi
ghinnouni, besharm randi yeh karti hai? Apni gaand ka ras mere veerya ke saath mila swaad le rahi
jaise koi meethi cheez. Tummein koi ghamand nahi bacha, hai na? Sirf ek gandi, maili kutiya jo jo
main kahoon choos legi."


Maa ne bilkul parvaah nahi ki, land choosti rahi, honth pehle dheere shaft par lapet kar, phir zyada
utsukta se, jeebh har inch saaf karne ghumati. Usne sir dheere hilaya, ankhen band jaise kaam mein
kho gayi, swaad kadwa aur galat hone ke bawajood peeche nahi hati.


Usne parvaah isliye nahi ki kyunki usne jo seemayein paar ki thi unne sharm ko sust kar diya tha—
pehle kaam par flirt jo gupt chhuan tak pahuncha, wafadar patni se dhokhebaaz banne ki line paar;
phir chhupe jagahon mein jaldi chudai, sharir vivaah ke bahar de diya;


phir vivaahik bistar mein use
aane diya, jagah ko apavitra kiya jo papa ke saath baantti thi; aur ab, gaand ke baad, yeh akhiri
apmaan, muh se saaf karna jaise aagyaakaari pashu. Har kadam ne uski purani atma ko khaaya, agla
kadam kam jhatka dene wala, uski nayi bhoomika mein zyada swabhaavik bana diya uski poori
kutiya ke roop mein.


Davendra ne achanak uska sir tez pakda, ungliyan baalon mein uljha kar, aur zor se neeche
dhakela taaki gehra le. "Yeh hi hai, apni gaand ke swaad par gag kar, nikammi kutiya," usne
karaha, pakad kas kar rhythm niyantrit karte.


Davendra ke land ka akaar uske gaal mein saaf dikhta tha chooste hue, mota sir gaal ke side
se ubhaar bana raha jaise ashleel vikriti, twacha outline par khinchti har dhakke ke saath jo
woh guide karta.


Baad mein, jaise woh choos rahi thi, usne bina chétavni muh mein gira diya, moti dhaarein
bhar di. Itna bhara—uske gaal chipmunk jaise phool gaye, veerya har jagah bhar gaya. Usne
kuchh jaldi nigal liya, lekin baaki beh gaye, honthon ke kinaaron se safed dhaarein behi.


Maa ne blouse par bhi gira diya, chipchipa paani kapde mein bheeg kar kaale dhabbe bana,
thodi se neeche beh kar seene par.


Usne bahut veerya nikala—pehle wale bojh ke baad bhi asambhav lagta zyada, pulse dar
pulse jab tak thoda khansi na aaye overflow se.


Isi samay, daftar ki ghadi deewar par sthir tik tik karti rahi, bahar kaam ke din ki yaad dilati;
uska phone mez par ek notification se baja, nazarandaaz; galiyare mein kaam karne walon
ki halki awaazein door se aayi, bekhabar; aur hawa mein sex ki musky boo dad ke drawer
se baaki cologne se mil gayi.


Maa choosne se thak kar aage jhuk gayi, peeth mud kar ghutnon par sahara liya, kandhe
jhuk gaye prayas se, lekin jaari rakhi jab tak khatam na hua.
Veerya muh ke dono taraf se beh raha tha jaise woh thoda peeche hati, safed boondein
gaalon se neeche sharm ke aansu jaise.


Main bhi tab zor se jhad gaya, chhupkar, haath paagalpan se hilta hua jab tak garam dhaarein
cabinet ke peeche farsh par na gire. Mujhe bahut ganda laga—apni maa ko aise apmaan
karte dekh mutth maarna, uske lover ka gaand se veerya nigalte dekh jhadna. Main bhi
parvaah kyun nahi kar raha? Kyunki ab aadat pad gayi thi—raaton ki jasoosi ke baad shock
khatam, manaa aadat ban gayi jo ghinn se upar uth gayi.





Jaise veerya muh se beh raha tha, Davendra ne uske baal pakde aur tez peeche khinche,
sir upar uthaya, aur gehra chumna shuru kiya, honth zor se takraya, jeebh andar ghusi
gandagi swaad lene.


Mujhe yeh bahut tareekon se ghinnouna laga—pehle, yeh meri maa thi, jisne mujhe pala,
ab doosre aadmi ke saath veerya aur gaand ka swaad badal rahi; doosra, iski poori gandagi
, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila, dono muh mein ghum raha jaise koi vikrit
cocktail; teesra, papa ke saath dhokha, unke daftar mein hi; chautha, kaise use vastu bana
diya, vyakti nahi; paanchva, geele chap chap awaazein jo pet ghuma deti; chhatha, jaanta
tha yeh uske apmaan ka agla kadam, aur main sab dekh raha bekara.


Usne use chuma, uska veerya maa ki gaand ke swaad se mila dono ke muh mein—yeh
ultimate apmaan tha, intimacy ko ghinnouna bana diya.

Kisi tarah maa ko yeh pasand tha, chumban mein karah rahi, haath uski shirt pakde, sharir
uski taraf mud raha jaise gandagi uske josh ko aur badha rahi.





Chumban sakht tha—honth neele pad rahe, daant thoda takra rahe, uska haath abhi baal
khinche angle niyantrit karne, chehre itne zor se chipke dard lag raha.


Baad mein, alag hone ke baad, dono bhari saans lete, baat karne lage "Ab samay aa gaya
hai." Davendra ne haath ke peeche se muh ponchha aur kaha, "Ab samay aa gaya hai,
Prisha. Hume agla hissa aage badhana hai Kishore wapas aane se pehle."


Maa ne sir hilaaya, abhi saans pakadti, blouse par daag aur necklace chamak rahi. "Haan,
samay aa gaya hai. Lekin pakka? Yeh antimt lagta hai."
Main sochne laga ve baar baar "samay aa gaya hai" kyun keh rahe—yeh rahasyamayi
kadam kya? Papa ke ghar aane se juda kya plan?


Woh abhi peeli panty pehni thi lekin kaali blouse ke saath, mishran ajib aur randi pana,
panty pehle side ki ab theek ki lekin geeli. Iska matlab woh poori tarah Davendra ki kutiya
ki bhoomika mein—aasaan pahunch ke liye pehni, sharminda nahi, jo bhi agla maange
taiyaar.


Maine dekha woh use papa ke kagaz de raha—mez se mote folder, dad ki likhawat se
labeled projects aur reports.
Isi samay, daftar ka pankha upar dheere ghoom raha, kagaz sarasaraate jaise woh de
raha; maa ki saans abhi kiss se ruk ruk; door kamre mein phone baja; aur dhoop blinds se
andar aati, farsh par dhariyaan banati.


"Yeh kiske liye?" maa ne poocha, palat kar.
"Yeh Kishore ke asli reports—jo agar koi check kare to bacha sakte hain. Inhe jala do, aur
hamare badlaav hi akhiri version ban jayenge. Ab samay aa gaya hai uski naukri hamesha
ke liye khatam karne ka."


Maine dekha woh use pocket se lighter de raha—chhota chaandi ka apne initials wala. Maa
ne lighter liya aur kagaz pakda, haath sthir lekin ankhen sankoch mein.


Kagaz mahatvapoorna lag rahe—vistrut charts, signed notes, jinmein papa ne ghante
daale—lekin mujhe poora nahi pata, shayad saboot ya backup. Isi samay, bahar kaam
karne wala zor se hasa; maa ki necklace harkat se chamki; Davendra ka phone baja lekin
nazarandaaz; aur hawa mein jalne wali dhooni ki boo bhari.


Main sochne laga maa papa ke saath yeh kyun kar rahi—woh aurat jo papa ki beemari mein
seva karti thi ab unka kaam barbaad? Kya sex itna taakatvar tha?


Usne kagaz jalane shuru kiye—lighter jalaaya, chhoti neeli narangi lau ubhri, aur stack ke
kinaare par lagayi. Kagaz pehle dheere pakda, kinaare kaale mud gaye, phir lau upar
chadhi, dheere karak karte hue patte kha gaye. Dhooan patle dheenre se utha, tez aur
kadwi boo kamre mein bhari.






Usne metal ke kachre ke dabbe mein gira diye, dekhti rahi jaise tez jalne lage, patte mud
kar raakh bane. Isi samay, Davendra peeche hata kar dekhta raha; maa ne haath se
dhooan hataaya; bahar car ka horn baja; aur mera dil tez dhadka.


Dono ek doosre par muskuraye—Davendra ki muskan chaudi aur vijayi, ankhen santushti
se chamak rahi jaise lau unmein pratibimbit; maa ki chhoti, lagbhag sharmili, lekin saajhi
rahasya ki chamak, honth mud kar uski nazar mili, barbaadi mein maun bandhan.


Yeh mujhe sabse zyada dukh diya—sex se zyada—kyunki yeh jaan bujhkar krurta thi, sirf
vasna nahi. Gaand chudwane ke baad papa ke mahatvapoorna kagaz jalana Davendra ke
hukum par uski poori adheenata dikhaata, uski badle ki ichcha parivaar se upar.


Isi samay,
raakh dabbe mein baithi; maa ne akhiri angare bujhaaye; Davendra ne use jaldi chuma;
aur main chhupkar mutthi kas li.


Davendra maa ko airport papa ko lene le gaya 3 baje, uski kaali car office parking se
smoothly nikli, maa passenger seat mein kapde theek karti. Maine rickshaw se peecha kiya,
street se jaldi pakad kar driver ko bataya, "Aage wali kaali car ka peecha karo, lekin door
se taaki na dekhe."


Mujhe Davendra par gussa tha—khaulta gussa ki yeh aadmi, papa ka maalik, maa ko
lubhaya, istemal kiya, aur ab barbaad karne ki sajish. Maine uski car ka number phone
mein note kiya—MH-02-AB-1234—wadha kiya somehow istemal karunga. Maine samjha
woh papa ka dushman hai irshya, taakat, aur ab maa par niyantran ki wajah se.


Driver, beech umar ka baatuni aadmi moti moonch aur rang birangi shirt wala, peeche mud
kar dekha. "Bhaiya, good afternoon. Itni jaldi us car ke peecha kyun? Dost hai ya kuchh?
Tense lag rahe ho."


"Sirf chalo, uncle," maine aspasht kaha. "Mahatvapoorna parivaar ka mamla."
Woh zor se hasa, traffic mein ghoomta. "Parivaar ka mamla, haan? Maine bahut dekhe aise
—pati patni ke peecha, ya ulta. Yeh wahi hai? Bata sakte ho, main wheel par therapist jaise
hoon. Pichhle hafte, ek aadmi ne maalik ka peecha karwaya—nikla ideas chori kar raha tha!"
"Aisa kuchh nahi," maine aspasht jawab diya, aage dekhta. "Sirf dekhna hai kahan jaate hain."




Maine phone dekha—meri girlfriend ne message kiya: "Hey, texting ya calling kyun nahi
kar rahe? Sab theek? Miss you." Maine jawab dene ki koshish ki lekin shuru kahan se—yeh
gadbad kaise samjhaun? Maine type kiya "Parivaar mein busy, jaldi baat karte hain" lekin
delete kar diya, soch mein kho gaya.


Is par, driver baat jaari rakha, nahi ruka. "Tum young log aur phone—hamesha type karte.
To, bhaiya, rahasya kyun? Woh car fancy lagti—amीर log? Ya movie chase? Mujhe pasand
hain woh!"


Maine aspasht jawab diye. "Koi movie nahi, uncle. Sirf wajah se peecha. Doori rakho."
Phir, busy sadkon par peecha karte, driver ne aage ishaara kiya. "Dekho bhaiya! Car mein
aadmi aur aurat red light par kiss kar rahe. Dekho? Khidki saaf—no tint. Sharm nahi!"


Maine gaur se dekha—Davendra ki car ki khidki saaf thi, aur maine dekha: woh jhuk kar
maa ko gehra chum raha, uska haath uske gaal par.


Driver ne seeti bajayi. "Unhe good morning, haan? Ruko, kya woh tumhari...?"
"Nahi," maine jaldi kaha. "Sirf chalo."


Usne kai sawaal poochhe. "Bhaiya, pakka? Woh aurat dhokha deti lagti—din dahade aise
kiss. Aadmi fancy drive kar raha, woh achhe kapde. Pati door? Maine bahut dekha—amीर
aadmi patniyon ko le jaate."


Main phir hairaan. "Tumhe kaise pata woh dhokha de rahi?"
Usne kandhe uchaal kar samjhaaya. "Aasaan—sharir ki bhasha. Kiss se pehle nervous
charon taraf dekhti, woh zyada bold. Uske ungli par ring nahi, uske par hai. Aur kabhi
chhup kar park karte. Jaante ho?"


Usne poocha, "Kya woh tumhari maa hai ya kuchh? Tum jaante lagte ho unhe."
Maine sawaal taal diya. "Nahi, uncle, sirf log jinhe dekhna hai. Airport kitna door?"
Hum airport pahunch gaye, bheed arrivals se bhari. Maine kaha, "Zyada paas mat—yahan
ruk jao." Maine paise diye, zyada mehnat ke.


Usne liye aur kaha, "Savdhaan rehna, bhaiya. Dhokha parivaar barbaad karta. Soch kar
karna—badla thanda hota hai." Isne mujhe bahut sochne par majboor kiya—iss jaankari
se kya karunga.

Maine arrivals area mein pillar ke peeche chhup kar dekha maa aur papa kiss kar rahe—
woh mazbooti se gale lagayi, woh suitcase ke saath, thake lekin khush. Maa ko sharm
nahi papa ko kiss karte jab 25 minute pehle usne Davendra ke daftar mein ganda blowjob
diya tha. Davendra paas khada muskurata, jaise scene ka maalik.






Isi samay, charon taraf parivaar mile; announcements flighton ke liye goonji; paas bachcha
roya; aur vendors snacks bechte.
Phir Davendra shamil hua, dono maa papa ko casually gale lagaya. "Wapas swagat,
Kishore. Achhi yatra?"


Maine door se dekhta raha, phone phir baja.
Mujhe waiter se message aaya—woh jo ek mahine pehle hotel room ki chaabi mein madad
ki jahan pehli baar maa ko Davendra se chudte dekha. Message: "Hey, maine us Davendra
ke baare mein khoja jaise tune kaha. Kuchh damning background mila—serious baat. Call
kar."


Main confused—kya background? Lekin baad mein poochhunga, airport ke teenon par focus.
Maine usse message: "Ab busy, baad mein baat."


Ab maa aur papa ne Davendra ko alvida kaha, haath hilaate jaise woh gaya. Jaise ve door
gaye, maine dekha maa ne Davendra ko dheere se aankh maari, aur woh wapas—aantrik
ishaara.


Matlab nahi jaanta, main sochne laga—aur yojanaayein? Isi samay, papa maa ki baat par
hasa; bahar taxi horn bajaye; mera dil gusse se tez dhadka.
Main unसे pehle ghar pahuncha, shortcut taxi se, chupke andar ghus kar.





Maa ne baad mein knock kiya, aur main swagat ke liye gaya, papa ko sabse zyada gale
lagaya— "Welcome back, Papa." Woh is dhokhe ke layak nahi the.
Uske bagal mein khadi aurat—maa—unhe nahi pata tha sasti randi thi, nirdosh muskurati.
Maine kabhi nahi socha apni maa ko randi kahunga, lekin sab ke baad, shabd theek baitha.


Mujhe maa par gussa tha—jal raha, badla lene ki yojana, chahe papa ko sab bata kar.
Maa apne kamre mein gayi badli, peeli panty aur safed bra mein nikli, jaise normal ho.
Papa abhi nahaa rahe the, shower chal raha.


Uski badi gaand chalte itni sexy lag rahi—main abhi dekhta raha, kyunki sharm aur gusse
se bigad gaya tha, ankhen khud kheench leti.
Uska phone baja—Davendra ka, ringtone se pata jo usne uske liye set ki thi.


Maine spasht nahi suna kya bole, lekin maa ke ishaare pakde jaise "Haan, aaj raat 8 baje"
ya "Haan, powder taiyaar hai."
Main sochne laga woh powder kya—papa ke liye kuchh khatarnak?