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

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CHAPTER 30



Meri mom ne khud apni gaand Davendra ko offer kar di




“Davendra, main chahti hoon ki tum aaj raat phir meri gaand lo. Main ise tumhe poori tarah 
se arpit kar rahi hoon, apni khud ki ichcha se. Wahaan mujhe jitna chaaho istemal karo—
mujhe ek baar phir apni peeth ke ched mein tumhe mehsoos karne ki zaroorat hai.” 


“Prisha, maine sahi suna? Tum mujhe phir se apni gaand arpit kar rahi ho, aaj teesri baar?
 Pehli baar kal raat, phir dopahar mein daftar mein, aur ab yahan tumhare vaivaahik bistar 
par? Tum sach mein gehri ho, ya sirf mujhe khush karne ke liye keh rahi ho?” 


Maa ne mazbooti se sir hilaaya, awaaz sthir aur utsuk. “Main poori tarah se gehri hoon. Tum
 malish kar rahe the tab maine socha, aur samajh aaya ki ab mujhe iski lat lag gayi hai. Jis 
tarah tum meri gaand mein andar hote ho, mujhe khinchte ho, itni gehra bharte ho—yeh
 nasha ban gaya hai. 


Main ise tumhe phir dena chahti hoon, khud se, bina poochhe. Meri 
gaand aaj raat lo, Davendra ji. Mujhe phir se maalik bana kar mehsoos karao.” 

Davendra ne dheere sir hilaaya, chehre par hairaani aur khushi ka mishran, tail daalte hue 
phir shuru. 


“Tum mujhe hamesha hairaan karti ho. Teesri baar ek hi din mein gaand kyun 
arpit kar rahi ho? Zyadatar auratein ek baar ke baad aaram maangti, do baar to door. Kya 
cheez tumhe is par majboor kar rahi? Kya dard ab woh cheez ban gaya jisse tum reh nahi
 sakti?” 


“Isse zyada hai,” maa ne josh bhari awaaz mein jawab diya. “Pehli baar kal raat ne mujhmein 
kuchh khol diya, aur dopahar mein daftar mein ise aur bura—ya behtar—bana diya. 


Mujhe 
lagta hai meri gaand ab tumhari hai. Ise khud se arpit karna mujhe tumse aur paas mehsoos 
karaata hai, jaise main sabit kar rahi hoon kitna badal gayi hoon. Kripya sweekar karo—meri 
gaand phir lo aur ise aur zyada apna bana do.” 


Maa ki yeh harkat use pornstars se bhi zyada naitik roop se giri hui banaati thi—woh auratein
 camera aur paise ke liye karti thi, seemaon aur script ke saath, lekin maa asli zindagi mein,
 apne ghar mein, baar baar apna sabse niji ched lover ko khud ki ichcha se arpit kar rahi thi,
 bina kisi zabardasti ke, pati aur parivaar se dhokha dete hue, har faisle se aur gehra apmaan
 mein doobti ja rahi. 


Davendra ne tail ki bottle ek pal ke liye rakhi aur us par jhuka. “Tum sahi keh rahi ho—yeh 
dikhaata hai tum kitni neeche gir chuki ho. Batao is baar itna tail kyun chahti ho. Kya mere land 
par vishwas nahi abhi bhi, sab kuchh karne ke baad?” 


Maa ne sir ghuma kar usse dekha. “Tum par vishwas hai, lekin tumhare land par nahi—woh
 bahut vishaal hai, bahut mota aur lamba. 


Pehle ke khinchav ke bawajood, mujhe pata hai bina
 kaafi tel ke dukh hoga. Hum dono par khoob tail lagao. Apne land ko poora bheego do aur meri
 gaand ko bhi. Main chahti hoon woh suljhe andar jaaye, pehli baar ki tarah na phade.” 


Usne bottle phir uthaayi. “Theek hai. Jitna chahiye utna lagaunga. Sahi se maango—batao bina 
tel ke mere land se dar kyun lagta hai.” 


“Kripya, Davendra ji, sab kuchh achhe se tel laga do,” usne kahi. “Tumhara land rakshas hai—
har baar mujhe seema tak bhar deta hai. Bina kaafi tel ke ragad bahut jalati hai. Chipchipa bana
 do taaki main tumhe gehra le saku bina dard se rone ke.” 


Davendra ne use dheere dhakel kar bistar par poora lita diya. “Ab poori tarah pet ke bal let jao,
 baahen aage, taangein alag. Gaand sahi se taiyaar karne ke liye pesh karo.” 








Maa ne turant kiya, bistar par seedhi let gayi, sir takiye par side mein, baahen upar phelaayi,
 taangein thodi alag taaki kamar khul jaaye. Us position mein uski gaand aur bhi badi dikhti—
moti aur gol, peeth ke mudne se thodi uthi hui, maans chadar par faila hua lubhavna, mulayam
 aur bhara hua jaise pakaa hua fal intezaar mein. 


Koi bhi aadmi maa ki gaand chodna kyun pasand karega—aakaar aur shakal ka perfect mishran,
 badi lekin mazboot, chamdi mulayam jo lubhavne tareeke se hilti, land ko kas jakad dene ka 
waada aur sakht dhakkon ke liye gaddi, woh gaand jo niyantran aur beant sukh ko bulati. 


Davendra tail le kar aaya jaise pichhli baar, maa ke shelf tak pahuncha jahan lotions aur cream 
rakhti thi, jaani pehchaani nariyal tel ki bottle utha kar jaan kar muskuraya. 


“Wahi tel jaise pehle,” usne kaha, dhakkan khol kar. “Kal raat achha kaam kiya—teri gaand ko
 chamka diya aur mujhe aasani se lene diya.” 


Maa ne takiye se boli. “Haan, woh achha hai—mota aur chipchipa. Pehle mere kandhon se shuru
 karo mujhe aaram dene, phir neeche aao.” 







Usne tail khola aur kandhon par dhaar daali, haath dheere mazboot gol ghumav mein malish shuru,
 muscles gehre kaam karte. 

Isi samay, papa ki kharrate living room se sthir aati rahi; bedroom ka pankha upar sust ghoom raha;
 chandni aadhe khule pardo se andar aati; aur maa ne rahat ki saans li jaise malish shuru hui. 
Usne dheere dheere peeth aaram dene ke baad gaand par pahuncha, haath neeche sarakte. “Ab yeh
 sundar gaal—mere liye thoda aur alag karo.” 


Usne poori malish ki, hatheliyan zor se maans mein dabayi, ungliyan malish karti aur alag karti, twacha 
garam aur chipchipi bana di. 


Usne dono haathon se gaand ke gaal poore alag kiye, sab kuchh dikha diya, tail darar mein tapka. 
Usne panty ke kapde par jo abhi wedged thi seedha tail lagaya, ragad kar jab tak gaand chamak na uthi, 
laal lace geeli reshmi jaise chamak rahi. 


“Tail andar jaate mehsoos ho raha?” usne poocha. “Teri gaand ab chamak rahi—kuchh bhi ke liye taiyaar.” 
“Haan, garam aur chipchipa lag raha,” maa ne jawab diya. “Ragadte raho—yeh mujhe tumhe aur chaahne
 par majboor kar raha.” 


Usne akhirkaar uski underwear utari, laal panty poori utaar kar side phenki. 
Usne ise gehra soonghna shuru kiya, crotch aur gaand wala hissa naak par laga kar lambi saansein lete. 
Maa dekhti rahi. 


“Tum hamesha us hisse ko soonghna kyun pasand karte ho? Sharmindagi hoti hai.” 
“Kyunki yeh tum ho—tumhari saari khushboo mili hui,” usne jawab diya. “Tumhe khud kaisa lagta?” 
“Din bhar ka paseene wala tez,” usne kahi. 


“Haan, bilkul—tez paseena aur kachcha, teri gaand ka asli swaad. Mujhe paagal bana deta.” 
Usne maa se gaand ke gaal alag karne ko kaha. “Ab poore alag karo—apne ched dikhao.” 


Usne peeche haath kar ke gaand ke gaal poore alag kiye. Maine maa ki yoni aur gaand ka ched dekha—
yoni geeli chamak rahi, honth sooje hue, gaand ka ched gulabi aur pehle ke istemal se thoda khula. 
Usne maa ki yoni chaatna shuru kiya pet ke bal lette hue, jeebh seedhi aur lambi, dheere clit se dwaar
 tak lap lap. 


Maa karahi, “Aaahhh haan... meri yoni chaato... aaahhh woh jeebh perfect lag rahi... uuhh aur gehra.” 
Usne yoni chedne ke baad gaand ke ched par aaya, jeebh halke ko ghoom kar andar ghusa. 
Maa ne chetawani di. “Wahan savdhaan—zyada mat soongho us ched ko. Saaf nahi hai.” 


Usne phir bhi jeebh maa ki gaand ke ched mein daali, gehra dhakel kar ghumaya. 
Main bina sharm mutth maar raha tha—kyun sharm karun jab woh kutiya hai, fantasy se bhi buri 
cheezein kar rahi. 


Papa kitne bewakoof the—koi unke ghar mein unki patni ki gaand chodne wala tha jab woh dawai se sota
 raha, us par poora vishwas. 
Maa ne alag alag waqt gaand ke ched ko uski jeebh par kas diya, achanak jakad kar. Yeh isliye ki ehsaas
 teevra aur anjaan tha, sharir geele hamle par swabhaavik kampkapi se react kar raha.

 
“Teri gaand meri jeebh par baar baar kas rahi,” usne thodi der peeche hat kar kaha. 
“Kyunki ajib aur gudgudata lagta,” maa ne jawab diya. “Kasna niyantrit nahi kar pa rahi.” 
“Tera ched meri jeebh ko itni zor se jakad raha—jaise hamesha andar rakhna chahta ho.” 


Baad mein maa ne uska land choosa, bistar par mud kar muh mein liya, lambi geeli strokes se choosti, sir 
sthir hilta, jeebh neeche ki taraf dikhti. 


Maine sirf uske land choosne se hi jhad gaya—utsukta, hunar, bahut zyada—nahi jaanta kyun, shayad 
poora girna trigger kar gaya. 
Baad mein maa pet ke bal doggystyle mein thi, ghutne neeche, gaand unchi aur tel wali, taiyaar aur pesh. 
Usne kahi, “Main ab taiyaar hoon. Aao jo maine arpit kiya use lo.” 
Woh peeche position liya. “Phir batao teesri baar kyun chahti ho.” 


“Kyunki mujhe tum meri gaand mein lat lag gayi,” maa ne kahi. 
Usne andar dhakelna shuru kiya, sir dabata. “Aur dhakelun? Theek hai?” 
“Haan, thoda aur dhakelo... bechain lekin jaari rakho,” maa ne bechaini se protsahit kiya. 


Woh har baar poochhta. “Ab aur? Tum muh bana rahi ho—kyun chillati ho jab gaand dheeli hai?” 
“Kyunki tumne paanch ghante pehle choda tha—meri gaand abhi us pitai se dheeli hai, lekin tumhara
 vishaal


 land phir bhi bhar deta,” usne har shabd par dard se jawab diya. “Gehre tareeke se dukh deta, khula 
hone ke bawajood.” 
Main hairaan tha kitni aasani se andar gaya—mota danda suljhe aur gehra sarakta, pehli baar jaisa virodh 
nahi, halka khud se alag hua jab tak poora na baith gaya. 


Dhakke tez hue, har ek jaan bujhkar aur zor daar, asar maa ke poore sharir mein lahar—ungliyan chadar
 pakdi, pair mud gaye, saans tez gasp mein jaise bistar hilne laga lagbhag tootne tak. Lakdi ka frame karaha
 aur cheekhta zor se, springs bhari cheekhon se dabte, headboard deewar se lay mein thap thap. 








Maa muh banayi, chehra bechaini se mud gaya—bhaunhen kas kar judi, ankhen band, muh khula bina 
awaaz ke gasp mein jo dheemi siskiyon mein badla. Yeh Davendra ke vishaal land ki wajah se—
avishwasniya motai aur lambai dheele halke ko bhi dabati, sensitive deewaron par dabaati aur swabhaavik 
se zyada bhar deti, khinchav teevra taiyaari ke bawajood. 


“Ab aur dhakelun?” Davendra ne poocha, aadhe mein ruk kar, awaaz neechii aur chedti. “Batao agar aur le
 sakti ho, ya abhi bahut ho gaya.” 
“Haan, thoda aur dhakelo,” maa ne bechaini se protsahit kiya, awaaz tang aur saans bhari. “Mujhe chauda
 khinch raha, lekin jaari rakho—main tumhe poora mehsoos karna chahti hoon.” 


Usne thoda aur gehra kiya. “Aur? Tum itna muh bana rahi ho—kyun chillati ho jab gaand pehle se dheeli hai?” 
“Kyunki tumne sirf paanch ghante pehle choda tha—meri gaand abhi us pitai se dheeli hai, lekin tumhara
 vishaal land phir bhi poora bhar deta,” usne har shabd par dard se jawab diya. “Gehre tareeke se dukh 
deta, khula hone ke bawajood.” 


Main hairaan tha kitni aasani se andar gaya—mota danda suljhe sthir taraqqi se, bilkul virodh nahi jaise pehli
 baar, halka khud se khul gaya jab tak poora baith na gaya. 


Dhakke aur sakht hue, har ek jaan bujhkar aur zor daar, asar maa ke sharir mein jhatke bhejta—ungliyan 
chadar kas kar pakdi, pair mud gaye, saans tez gasp mein jaise bistar hilne laga lagbhag tootne tak. Lakdi ka
 frame zor se karaha aur cheekhta, springs bhari cheekhon se dabte, headboard deewar se lay mein thap 
thap karta. 




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Bistar ki awaaz itni teevra thi ki living room tak pahunchti jahan papa sote the, thap thap aur cheekh galiyare
 mein goonjti, lekin woh jaag nahi sakta—dawai ne use gehri, na tootne wali neend mein jakad rakha tha. 
Ve gaand chodne ke baare mein gandi baatein karte rahe jab woh pit raha tha. “Teri gaand mera land jaise
 iske liye bani ho—kas lekin laalchi,” Davendra gurraaya, aur gehra dhakela. 


“Haan, meri gandi gaand aur zor se chodo—ise apna niji ched bana do,” maa karahon ke beech jawab deti. 
“Yeh itna galat lagta lekin mujhe pasand hai tum kaise istemal karte ho.” 


Maa zor se karahi, awaaz har dhakke se uth rahi—“Aaahh itna gehra... uuhh haan wahin... aaahh aur bharo
... uuhh tumhara land meri gaand ka maalik... aaahh mat rukna.” 


Uski gaand har takkar se zor se hilti—mulayam gaal uchalte aur lahar banate, maans zor ke thappad aur
 tel se chamakdar, hilna beant kyunki uske kamar ke peeche taakat thi. 


Phir usne use poora pet ke bal ghumaya, mazboot haathon se seedha kiya. “Ab poora pet ke bal let jao—
mera wazan lo aur mujhe aur gehra mehsoos karo.” 
“Haan, aise—mujhe seedha pitto,” usne saans bhari se sweekar kiya. 










Maa ne alag tareeke se minnat ki use khatam karne ki—“Kripya jaldi meri gaand mein veerya daalo..
. mujhe
 tumhara bojh chahiye isse khatam karne... gehra andar khatam karo... main aur der nahi tik sakti... 
apni kutiya ko bhar do kripya.” 


Mujhe uski gaand ke beech dhakkon ke beech saaf jhalak mili—halka chauda khincha aur laal, har 
baar peeche khinchte khula reh jata, istemal kiya aur dheela dikhta. 
Maine khud se kaha maa ne galat vikalp chuna Davendra ko khush karne—ise baar baar arpit karna 
uska sharir hamesha ke liye barbaad kar dega, sab uski ahankaar aur lat ko khilane ke liye. 


Davendra ne nayi position se poora land phir gaand mein ghusa diya, poora us par chadh kar. 
Woh uski peeth par sakht pit raha—poora wazan daba kar, kamar bekabu lambi zalim strokes mein
 chalati jo har baar poora andar ghusa deti. 


Maa ki karah kamre mein alag alag—“Aaahh tum meri aant mein itne gehre... uuhh dukh deta lekin 
jaari rakho... aaahh meri gaand tumhari... uuhh tez kripya... aaahh har inch mehsoos... uuhh ab mere
 liye veerya daalo.” 











Woh lagbhag charam par tha, dhakke aniyamit aur bebas, saans ruk ruk. 
Usne maa ko ishaara kiya karah se—“Main paas hoon... jaldi bhar dunga.” 


Maa ne isi samay apni yoni tez ragdi, ungliyan clit par jaldi gol ghumati apna charam paane. 
Davendra ne charam par pahunch kar karaha—“Yahan aa raha... sab le lo!” 
Usne land akhiri baar bahut gehra ghusa diya, base par zor se ragda. 







Maa ne jaldi kaha—“Aur gehra mat dhakelo... main nahi chahti pehle jaise tumhara veerya mere
 pet mein phenke... kripya wahin ruko!” 


Usne phir bhi veerya daal diya, sharir thartharaata charam se, dono ankhen band ati sukh mein,
 pal mein kho gaye. 
Usne baad mein dheere poocha—“Ab kaisa lag raha, mera pyar, mere veerya ke saath phir teri 
gaand mein gehra?” 



Maa ne prem aur sharm se jawab diya—“Mujhe poora mehsoos hota tumhare andar hone se... 
pyar jo kabhi nahi jaana... lekin sharm bhi ki kitna zaroorat thi... tum mujhe apni perfect kutiya
 bana dete ho.”