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

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CHAPTER 1

Mera naam hai Jai, aur main ek garma-garam, dhoop se bhara ghar mein rehta hoon, jo ek shanti bhari mohalle mein bassa hai, jahan subah chidiyon ki chahchahat aur zindagi ke dheeme se jagne ki awaaz se swagat hota hai. Mere maa-baap, Prisha aur Kishore, hamare ghar ke rooh hain, har ek apna alag pyaar aur takat humari rozmarra ki zindagi mein jodta hai.

Meri Papa

Mere papa, Kishore, ek chup-chaap irade wale aadmi hain, unki maujoodgi utni hi sthir hai jitni samundar ki lehre, jo unhone apne kaam se Coastal Horizon Logistics mein achhi tarah jani hain, ek chahalpahal bhari shipping company. Mere papa cargo transport ke logistics sambhalte hain, yeh dekhte hue ke har crate ka hisaab ho, har schedule poora ho. Unka office ek chhota sa, bheed-bhara space hai jo docks ke upar hai, jahan deewaron pe naksha laga hai, desk kagazon ke neeche dabi hai, aur khuli khidki se samundar ki namkeen khushboo aati hai.

Unke saathi unki nishpakshata aur samudri logistics ke gehre gyaan ke liye unka sammaan karte hain. Woh dockworkers ki pareshaniyon ko sunte hain, jab kaam karna ho toh apni shirt ke baahen chadha lete hain, aur zimmedari ka bojh aasani se uthate hain. Unke kathor haathon mein ek samarpan ki kahani hai—na sirf apne kaam ke liye, balki humare, unke parivaar ke liye bhi. Lambi ghanton ke bawajood, Papa ek parivaar wale aadmi hain dil se. Har shaam jab woh darwaze se andar aate hain, unka chehra chamak uthta hai, din ki thakan meri aur Mummy ke dekhne se pighal jati hai.

Meri Mummy

Mummy, Prisha, hamare ghar ki rooh hain, ek aisi aurat jiski imaandari har shabd mein chamakti hai. Unki satyanishtha narmi bhari lekin adamya hai—chahe woh bazaar mein mool-bhaav kar rahi hon ya padosi ko salah de rahi hon, log unpe bharosa karte hain kyunki woh sach ko pyaar se lapet kar bolti hain. Unka charitra unki sundarta se milta hai, ek chamak jo andar se niklti hai. Unke lambe baal unka taaj hain, ek jhilmil siyah nadi ki tarah lehrate hain jo dhoop ko pakad leti hai, har baal apni ek zindagi ke saath chamakta hai. Unki aankhen gehri bhoori hain, garma-garam aur bhaavuk, ek chhupi hui buddhi ke saath jo aapko sach mein dekha hua mehsoos karati hai. Unke hont naram aur natural gulabi hain, ek muskurahat ke saath jo kisi bhi kamre ko roshan kar sakti hai. Unke stan bhare hue hain, jab main chhota tha tab doodh se bhare the, ek sakshi unke samarpit maa ke roop ka. Unki kamar patli hai, unke jism ke naram ghumav ko aur numayan karti hai, jo mere papa ke mazakiya taur par unki sabse dilkash cheez kehte hain—unki badi gaand.

Meri mummy ki gaand ek adbhut cheez hai, ek aisa namoona jo apni bold, ghumavdar shakal se dhyaan kheenchta hai. Yeh poori aur gol hai, jaise ek perfect chand ka tukda, har kadam ke saath ek taal mein naachti hui. Iska aakar takat aur narmi ka ek sundar mel hai, ek ghumav jo kisi kalakaar ke haath se bana lagta hai, bold phir bhi shalint.
Yeh sirf iska aakar nahi, balki iski maujoodgi hai—atmvishwas bhari, ek natural shaan jo jahan bhi woh jati hain, mardon ke sar ghoomati hai. Papa aksar mazak karte hain ke unki gaand, woh dilkash lehrahat, pehli baar bazaar mein unki nazar mein aayi thi jahan unhone mulakat ki thi. Woh kehte hain ke yeh pehli nazar ka pyaar tha, lekin unki badi gaand ne deal pakki ki, ek mazakiya chingaari unke prem kahani mein jo ek gehre pyaar se bhari shadi tak le gayi. Unki gaand ek cheez se zyada hai; yeh unki sundarta ka prateek hai, unka atmvishwas, jis tarah woh apne aap ko shaan se uthati hain.

Yeh parivaar ke halke-phulke kisson ka vishay hai, jaise jab Papa mazak karte hain ke unhe shadi karni padi taaki woh unke kadam ke saath chal sakein, ya kaise woh hamesha ek kadam peeche rehte hain, bas unki taarif karne ke liye. Unki gaand ek jaadu hai jo unki prem kahani mein buna hua hai, ek mazakiya sur jo unke rishte ko zinda aur chamkila rakhta hai

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Woh hamesha mazak karte hain jo ek doosre ko chidhaate hain, lekin hansi mein khatam hote hain. Mummy bolti hain, “Kishore, tumhara khana bahut teekha hai!” aur Papa muskura ke kehte hain, “Prisha, yeh teekha hai jaise mera tumse pyaar!” Mummy aankhen ghumaati hain, gusse ka naatak karti hain, lekin unki muskurahat hamesha dikhaati hai ke unhe yeh pasand hai. Papa bhi mazak mein bolte hain, “Tumhari teyori bhi doosron ki muskurahat se zyada sundar hai!” Aise hi chalta rehta hai, ek doosre ko peeche chhodne ki koshish, jab tak koi ek has na pade.




Ek shaam, main Papa ke saath baithak mein tha. Papa apne kaam ke kagaz sambhaal rahe the, Coastal Horizon Logistics ke liye, ek shipping company. Unki desk kagazon se dhaki thi, aur woh tezi se likh rahe the, cargo list aur jahazon ke schedule check karte hue. Unka chehra gambheer tha, sab kuch sahi karne pe dhyaan diya hua. Main sofa pe baitha tha, ek ladki se baat kar raha tha jisse main kuch din pehle mila tha. Hum flirty, teekhe messages bhej rahe the, aur main apna phone neeche rakhe tha taaki Papa meri muskurahat na dekh lein.


Mummy baithak mein aayi, unke lambe baal lehrate hue aur laal dress unke ghumav ko gale lagaati hui. Unhe Papa ka dhyaan pasand hai, lekin aaj Papa itne vyast the ke unhone unhe dekha nahi. Woh table ke paas khadi hui, haath kamar pe rakhe, unhe kaam karte dekhti rahi. Thodi der baad unhone baat ki.









“Kishore, tumhara kaam kabhi khatam kyun nahi hota?” unhone poocha, awaaz mein mazaak lekin thodi si naraazgi.
Papa likhte rahe, upar nahi dekha. “Prisha, yeh jahaz apne aap nahi chalte. Mujhe deadlines poori karni hain.”
Mummy ne muh banaya aur thoda aur kareeb aayi. “Hamesha deadlines! Tum in kagazon se kabhi nahi thakte?” Woh jhuki, Papa ke pen thik karne ka naatak kiya, lekin unhe idhar-udhar kar ke chhedne lagi.


“Prisha, bas karo,” Papa ne kaha, thodi si muskurahat ke saath upar dekhte hue. “Mujhe woh pens chahiye.”
Mummy muskuraayi, ek kagaz utha ke hilaaya. “Yeh kya hai? Ek aur jahaz masalon se bhara? Ek raat ke liye bina tumhare nahi chal sakta?” Unhone kagaz se apne aap ko pankha kiya, aankhen sharaarat se chamakti hui.


Main phone se upar dekha aur hans pada. Mummy itni koshish kar rahi thi Papa ka dhyaan khichne ki. Woh aur kareeb aayi, Papa ke kandhe pe haath rakha, phir “galti se” ek kitaab table se gira di. “Oops!” unhone kaha, hansi ke saath.
“Prisha, tum toh samundar ka toofan ho,” Papa ne kaha, sar hilaate hue lekin muskuraate hue. Unhone kitaab ke liye haath badhaya, lekin Mummy ne pehle utha li aur zoor se band kar di.


“Ab aur kitaab nahi!” unhone kaha. “Kishore, tum apni biwi ko nahi dekh rahe!” Isse pehle ke Papa kuch bolte, woh unki god mein baith gayi, apne haath unke gale mein daal diya. “Mujhe meethi baatein bolo, warna main kaam nahi karne doongi.”
Papa ki aankhen badi ho gayi, aur woh hans pade. “Prisha, tum namumkin ho! Ek minute do, kaam khatam kar loon.”
“Koi chance nahi,” Mummy ne kaha, aur zor se pakad liya. “Meethi baatein, abhi!”


Main sofa pe itna zor se hans raha tha, mera phone bhool gaya. Mummy ki ziddi sharaarat bahut mazedaar thi, aur Papa ka naatak ka gussa aur bhi mazedaar. Papa ne aah bhari lekin haar maan li, unki awaaz naram ho gayi. “Theek hai, meri pyari. Tum meri subah ka ujaala ho, raat ka taara. Tumhari muskurahat har mushkil din ko keemti banati hai, aur tumhara dil mere kaam ke samundar se bhi bada hai.”


Mummy ke gaal gulabi ho gaye, aur woh muskuraayi. “Yeh toh achha hai, lekin itna kaam kyun lately? Tum hamesha in kagazon mein phanse rehte ho.”
Papa peeche jhuke, abhi bhi unhe pakde hue. “Company ko zyada shares mile hain, Prisha. Zyada jahaz, zyada cargo, zyada kaam. Mr. Davendra hume bade load sambhalne ke liye dabaav daal raha hai.”


Mummy ne teyori banayi. “Mr. Davendra? Woh tumhe itna kaam kyun deta hai? Kya woh sochta hai tum machine ho? Agar main usse miloon, toh ek thappad doongi mere pati ka waqt churane ke liye!”
Papa hans pade. “Woh bas apna kaam kar raha hai, pyar. Usse mujh pe bharosa hai kyunki main isme achha hoon. Zyada shares ka matlab humare liye bhi zyada paisa.”


Mummy ne sar tedha kiya. “Lekin kyun tum? Koi aur nahi mil sakta kagazon ka dher lagane ke liye? Mujhe mera Kishore ghar pe chahiye, raat bhar kagazon mein nahi phansa hua.”
Papa muskuraaye, unka haath dabate hue. “Mr. Davendra jaanta hai main yeh sambhal sakta hoon. Woh kehta hai docks ko smooth chalane mein main sabse achha hoon. Lekin wada karta hoon, Prisha, main usse baat karoonga thoda dheela karne ke liye.”


Mummy ne hmph kiya lekin muskuraayi. “Tumhe karna bhi chahiye, warna main khud docks pe jaake usse kahoongi mere pati ko zyada kaam dena band karo!”
Woh saath mein hans pade, unki awaazein garma-garam aur khushnuma. Papa ne sar hilaya. “Tum usse toofan se bhi zyada dara dogi, Prisha.” Phir unhone kaha, “Zara paani la do, pyar? Gala sookh gaya yeh sab baatein karte karte.”


Mummy ne jaldi se unhe chuma aur khadi ho gayi. “Sirf isliye ke tumne meethi baatein ki,” unhone chheda. Jab woh kitchen ki taraf chali, unki badi gaand har kadam ke saath lehraati thi, laal dress uske poore, gol aakar ko dikhati hui. Woh aise hilti thi jaise uska apna taal ho, atmvishwas aur shalint. Papa ki aankhen unhe dekhti rahi, aur woh zyada door jati isse pehle, unhone unki gaand pe ek mazaakiya thappad maara.






“Aah!” Mummy ne chilla ke kaha, palat ke unka haath maara. “Kishore, sharam karo!” unhone kaha, lekin woh hans rahi thi, aankhen chamakti hui.


Main apne phone pe dhyaan dene ki koshish karta raha, lekin Mummy ki badi gaand ko na dekhna mushkil tha. Yeh sirf iska size nahi tha—yeh uska hilna tha, bold aur nazar andaaz karna namumkin, jaise unke jaadu ka ek hissa. Yeh mujhe Papa ki kahaaniyon ki yaad dilata tha ke kaise unki chal unki nazar mein aayi thi saalon pehle, unke pyaar ka ek mazaakiya hissa. Hamara ghar unki chhed-chhad, unke pyaar, aur Mummy ki yaadgaar maujoodgi se bhara tha

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Agla din chamakta aur dhoop bhara tha, jaise hamare shant mohalle ke zyadatar din hote hain. Meri mummy, Prisha, ka ek routine tha jo hamare ghar ko smooth chalata tha. Woh subah jaldi uth jati thi, Papa ke thodi der baad, unka teal anarkali suit pehle raat se chuna hua aur rakha hua hota tha.
Yeh suit shandaar tha, sone ki karchobi wali lambi kurti, tight teal churidar leggings ke saath, aur sone ke kaam wala sheer dupatta unke kandhe pe lapeta hua.

Unka multi-layered sone ka haar, jhumke, aur chudiyan unki har harkat mein ek naram si khanak jodti thi. Fitted bodice unke jism ko gale lagata tha, unke stan ko aur bhara dikhaata tha, jabki wide skirt aur leggings unke hips ke aaspaas phailti thi, unki badi gaand ko aur numaya karta tha, jo har kadam ke saath aur bhi zyada dikhayi deti thi.

Mummy ki subah chai banane se shuru hoti thi, kitchen mein meethi khushboo bhar jati thi. Woh Papa ka lunch pack karti thi—parathe teekhi chutney ke saath, foil mein lapete hue—aur yeh dekhti thi ke unke kaam ke bag mein kagaz aur paani ki bottle ho.


Woh Papa ko chhedti thi jab woh taiyaar hote the, kehti thi, “Kishore, aaj apne aap ko un jahazon mein mat khona!” Papa hanste, unke maathe pe chumma dete, aur Coastal Horizon Logistics ke liye nikal jate, unke boots farsh pe thap-thap karte hue.


Papa ke jaane ke baad, Mummy kitchen saaf karti, purane gaane gungunati, phir hamare balcony pe paudhon ko paani deti, unki high heels tiles pe dheeme se khatakati. Woh ghar jhadoo lagati, cushions thik karti, aur fridge check karti ke din ke shopping ka plan banaye, hamesha sab kuch thik rakhti thi kyunki unhe saaf-suthra ghar pasand tha.


Us din, main thaka hua tha, apne bistar pe let kar us ladki ke baare mein soch raha tha jisse main text kar raha tha. Mujhe woh bahut pasand aane lagi thi, soch raha tha ke kya main use girlfriend banne ke liye poochun.


Uski tasveer mere phone pe thi, aur main use dekh ke muskura raha tha, jab Mummy mere kamre mein aayi. Maine jaldi se phone takiye ke neeche chhupa diya, mere gaal garam ho gaye.


“Jai, utho! Tum mere saath bazaar chalo, madad karne,” Mummy ne kaha, unki awaaz khushi bhari lekin thodi sakht, chudiyan khanakti hui jab unhone apna dupatta thik kiya.


Maine aah bhari, kambal upar kheench liya. “Mummy, main thaka hua hoon. Aap akeli nahi ja sakti?”
Unhone ek bhaun uthayi, haath kamar pe rakhe, unki badi gaand tight churidar mein aur bhi badi lag rahi thi. “Thaka hua? Kis se, phone ghoorne se? Achhe ladke apni mummy ki madad karte hain, Jai.”


“Mere paas kaam hai,” maine dheeme se kaha, unki aankhon se bachta hua. Mujhe bazaar jaana pasand nahi tha Mummy ke saath. Wahan hamesha bheed hoti thi, garmi, aur shor, dukaandaar chillaate, log dhakka dete.


Sabse bura, mard Mummy ko ghoorte the, unki nazrein unke ghumav pe, khaas kar unki badi gaand pe, jo har kadam ke saath lehrati thi. Yeh mujhe uncomfortable karta tha—woh shadi-shuda thi, mere Papa ki biwi, aur mujhe pasand nahi tha ke log unhe aise dekhte jaise woh koi inaam ho.
Mummy nahi maani. 


“Kaam? Kaisa kaam? Din bhar texting? Chalo, Jai, mujhe tumhare mazboot baahon ki zarurat hai bags uthane ke liye.”
“Yahan madad kar sakta hoon,” maine kamzor awaaz mein kaha.


Woh hansi, unke jhumke hilte hue. “Oh, achha try! Tum chalogey, warna main tumhare Papa ko kahoongi tum aalsi ho rahe ho.” Woh kareeb aayi, mere kandhe pe mazaak mein chheda. “Achhe ladke apni mummy ko bhaari sabziyan akela nahi uthane dete.”


Maine aah bhari, jaanta tha woh jeet jaayengi. “Theek hai, Mummy, bas is baar.”

Unhone haath bajaye, unka haar chamakta hua. “Yeh hui na baat! Taiyaar ho jao, hum jaldi nikal rahe hain.”
Jab woh bahar chali gayi, main unki badi gaand ko ghoorta reh gaya, teal kapda uske poore, gol aakar ko gale laga raha tha. Woh ek atmvishwas bhare taal mein hilti thi, bold aur nazar andaaz karna namumkin.






Unhone mera desk ka drawer khola mere files thik karne ke liye—woh hamesha cheezein saaf-suthri rakhti thi—aur jhuki, unki gaand aur bhi badi lag rahi thi, jaise woh khaas taur pe ubharne ke liye bani ho. Unka saaf-suthre ka pyaar unke kagazon ko dher karne mein dikhayi diya, unki ungliyan tezi aur sahi thi.


Woh sundar lag rahi thi, unke lambe baal peeth pe lehrate hue, unka suit roshni mein chamakta hua, lekin woh itni normal thi, jaise unhe pata hi nahi tha woh kitni shandaar hain.


Mujhe pata tha bazaar mein mard unpe thuk lagaye honge, unki nazrein unke ghumav pe chipki hui, aur yeh mujhe gussa dilata tha. Woh Papa ki thi, aur unki bhookhi nazrein beizzati lagti thi, lekin Mummy bas apne aur Papa ke liye achhi dikhna chahti thi, unke liye nahi. Woh jaanti thi woh sundar hain lekin apne aap ko narmi se uthati thi, dhyaan ko kuch samajh ke taal deti thi.


Nikalne se pehle, maine Mummy ki kuch kaam mein madad ki. Maine unhe baithak mein dekha, ek chhote se sheeshe mein apna look thik karti hui. Unhone thodi lip gloss lagayi, dupatta thik kiya, aur ek loose baal kaan ke peeche daal diya, chudiyan dheeme se khanakti hui.


Unki high heels farsh pe khatakati thi jab woh harkat karti thi, sheeshe mein dekh ke har detail thik karti thi. Unhone halka perfume spray kiya, jasmine ki khushboo hawa mein bhar gayi, aur haar ko thik kiya ke woh sahi baithe. Woh shandaar dikhna chahti thi, aur dikh bhi rahi thi, lekin yeh sab itna aasaan lagta tha, jaise yeh unka ek hissa ho.


“Mujhe kyun jana padta hai, Mummy?” maine poocha, sofa ke sahare khada.
Woh palti, meethi muskurahat ke saath, unki awaaz pyaari. “Kyunki, Jai, mujhe tumhari company pasand hai. Aur kaun mujhe un chalaak dukaandaaron se bachayega? Tum mere helper ho, mera mazboot ladka.”


“Lekin wahan itni bheed hoti hai,” maine shikayat ki.
Woh hansi, aankhen chamakti hui. “Bheed ka matlab zindagi, Jai. Chalo, yeh ek adventure hai. Hum tumhare pasandida aam bhi lenge.” Unki garma-garam awaaz se jhagadna mushkil tha, aur main haar maan ke jootey utha liya.


Hum bazaar ki taraf chale, Mummy ki heels sadak pe khatakati hui, unka dupatta hawa mein lehrata hua. Bazaar shor aur chaos se bhara tha—dukaandaar taaze tamatar, masale, aur machhli ke baare mein chilla rahe the; gaadiyan chirchirati, log mool-bhaav karte, horn bajte. Mardon ki nazrein Mummy ke peeche chali, unki badi gaand teal suit mein lehrati hui.


Maine unki gandi baatein suni, aur mera khoon khaul gaya. Ek aadmi ne apne dost se dheeme se kaha, “Dekh us aurat ke curves, jaise devi ho.” Doosre ne kaha, “Uska backside ek truck rok sakta hai.”






Teesra bola, “Shaayad woh apni badi gaand ka istemaal karna jaanti hai, kya woh shadi-shuda hai?” Sabse bura ek banda tha jo muskura ke bola, “Woh badi gaand dhyaan maang rahi hai.” Main itna gussa tha, mere mutthi bandh gayi, unhe maarna chahta tha, lekin koi faayda nahi tha.


Mummy ki sundarta ek chumbak thi, aur chahe mujhe kitna bhi bura lage, woh hamesha sar ghumaati thi. Unhone kuch comments sune lekin unhe nazar andaaz kiya, unka chehra shant, jaise woh iski aadat thi.


Yeh mujhe gussa dilata tha, yeh bhookhe mard unhe ghoorte, beizzati karte jab woh shadi-shuda thi aur bas apna din guzaar rahi thi. Unki nazrein aisi thi jaise woh hamare parivaar se kuch chura rahe hon.


Hum Darshan ke grocery stall pe pahunche, 45 saal ka dukaandaar jahan Mummy hamesha taazi sabziyan lene jati thi. Uska stall taaze hare kheere, laal tamatar, aur palak se bhara tha, hawa mein mitti aur jadi-booti ki khushboo.


Darshan mota tha, zordaar awaaz aur ek muskurahat ke saath jo zyada hi dosti bhari lagti thi. Usne mujhe salaam kiya, “Jai, achha laga dekh ke, aaj mummy ki madad kar rahe ho?” Maine sar hilaya, zabardasti muskura ke, lekin mujhe woh pasand nahi tha. Woh hamesha Mummy se flirt karta tha, sabzi dete waqt unka haath chhoota ya zyada kareeb khada hota. Pichhle hafte, usne change dete waqt unka haath chhua, zyada der tak, aur maine dekha Mummy ne peeche hata, unki muskurahat nazuk lekin sakht thi.


“Prisha, aap hamesha ki tarah chamak rahi hain,” Darshan ne kaha, uski nazrein unpe ghoomti hui. “Aapki sundarta mere stall pe dhoop laati hai.”
Mummy muskuraayi, beparwah. “Shukriya, Darshan, lekin sabziyon pe dhyaan do. Yeh tamatar taaze hain?”


“Utne hi taaze jitni aapki chamak,” usne kaha, aankh maarte hue. “Subah chune gaye. Aur aapka khana toh jadoo hai—shaayad aapka doodh sab kuch swadisht banata hai.” Woh hansa, uski nazrein unke stan pe chali gayi.


Mummy ne sar tedha kiya, ya toh ganda mazak nahi samjhi ya jaan boojh ke taal diya. “Mera khana normal doodh se bhi thik hai, Darshan,” unhone halke se kaha, ek tamatar utha ke check kiya. “Yeh achhe lagte hain. Do kilo do.”


Main uspe ghoora, mera jabda tight. Uska “mazak” ganda tha, aur mujhe nafrat thi ke woh unhe aise baat karne ki himmat karta tha.






Jab Mummy kheere chun rahi thi, Darshan aur badi muskurahat ke saath bola. “Pata hai, Prisha, kuch auratein achha cucumber pasand karti hain. Kehte hain yeh… bhookh mitane ke liye perfect hai, din bhar khush rakhta hai.” Mujhe pata tha woh auraton ke masturbating ke baare mein baat kar raha tha.
Meri mummy kabhi masturbate nahi karti thi kyunki woh hamesha apni sexual bhookh mere Papa ke saath mitati thi, lekin yeh ganda dukaandaar sochta tha meri mummy aisi aurat hai.








Uska lehja chalaak tha, kuch ganda hint dete hue bina saaf bole.
Mummy ruk gayi, unki aankhen thodi si sikudi, saaf samajh aaya. Woh dheeme se hansi, use taal diya. “Mujhe bas salad ke liye chahiye, Darshan. Kuch fancy nahi. Aadha darjan do.”

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Nice story

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