Father-in-law forced me to masturbate him in the auto - alternative simple version

Friends, I am Sushma, a married woman, and I am 37 years old. I live in Surat with my husband. In our family, there is my 10-year-old son, my father-in-law, and the two of us. My husband, Prakash, is about 40 years old, and my father-in-law must be around 62. My husband has developed a strong habit of drinking alcohol. He didn't drink before, but due to bad company, he started drinking heavily.

About 12 years ago, when I got married and came to my husband's house, I was very happy, and my husband always kept me happy too. My mother-in-law and father-in-law also took great care of me; they always treated me like their own daughter. My husband and I had a very good sex life. I love getting fucked, and my husband used to fuck me every day. He had good stamina too. But now, because of alcohol, he can't perform at all. He cums in just two minutes. His cock doesn't even get properly hard anymore. Alcohol has destroyed his potency. But my sexual desire has only increased. Now that I'm older too, there's nothing I can do, so I'm just managing with my fingers or cucumbers and radishes.

My father-in-law is a very good man. He was in the army before, so his body is strong and muscular like a wrestler's. Even today, he exercises daily. He has no bad habits, so he looks much younger than his age. He was very decent and treated me like his daughter. But things changed after my mother-in-law passed away, and about two years ago, my father-in-law's gaze toward me started changing.

He was living his post-retirement life, so he stayed home all day, and now he kept looking at me with lustful eyes. Many times, he would play with my bra and panties from the clothes drying on the terrace, and he would watch me secretly. I thought many times about telling my husband everything—what my father-in-law was doing—but my heart didn't allow it, because it would cause a fight between father and son, so I stayed quiet. Anyway, when my husband comes home at night, he's so drunk he doesn't notice anything.

Then some days passed like that, and with time, my father-in-law's courage started growing more than before. Now he would ask me to make tea, and when I was making tea in the kitchen, he would come under the pretext of helping and touch me with some excuse or another. Friends, I used to get very angry at his actions, but one time he completely crossed the limit and did things with me that I never expected. It was one day; my husband had gone to work in the morning and taken our son to drop him at school.

It was 7 in the morning, and I was about to go to the bathroom to bathe. I had hung my bra, panties, and towel on the hook in the bathroom. I went inside and started removing my clothes one by one. I was completely naked and about to sit down when my father-in-law called me loudly: "Kanchi!" (Everyone in the house lovingly calls me Kanchi instead of Sushma.) "Kanchi, come quickly!" His loud voice scared me, and in panic, I started thinking something bad might have happened.

I quickly put on the nightie that was inside and came out. At that time, I was only wearing the nightie, with no bra or panties underneath. My entire body was covered only by that one thin nightie, so thin that one could easily see through it. When I came out of the bathroom, he was nowhere in sight. Then I went outside and saw he had fallen in the garden.

I ran to him and started trying to help him up. As I did, I felt him staring at my boobs and nipples visible through the nightie, and I felt very shy because of it. Somehow, I quickly helped him up, and while getting up, he placed one hand on my ass. Touching it, he realized I wasn't wearing panties underneath.

I asked him, "Babuji, what happened? How did you fall?" He said, "Bahurani, my foot suddenly slipped, and I fell. Forgive me, bahurani; I shouldn't have called you here in this state."

I told him, "Babuji, it's okay. Now rest; I'll bathe and come." He started saying, "Bahurani, I'm covered in mud, so you bathe later. Let me bathe first." Friends, hearing that, I was puzzled at first, but then I thought he's like my father, so I said, "Yes, okay Babuji, you go bathe first." After he went into his bathroom, he came out shortly after.

After he came out, I went in to bathe, trying to hide my private parts that weren't covered by the nightie. I got lost in my thoughts while bathing, and when I reached for the towel after bathing, I got a shock—there was no towel there.

Then suspicion arose in my mind that this must be some new trick of my father-in-law. Then I thought, no, it can't be, because he came to bathe in a hurry, so maybe he accidentally took my towel. Somehow, I dried my body, and as I was about to wear my panties, holding them in my hand, I felt something wet. Since I had put them on, the wetness touched my pussy too.

I took off the panties again and looked; there was something sticky inside on the crotch part. I immediately understood that my father-in-law had masturbated into my panties and released his semen, and a little of it had touched my pussy too. My father-in-law's semen on my pussy felt very strange. I was very angry, and it was a weird experience too. This was the first time a man other than my husband had his semen on my pussy. I got very angry and threw those panties into the trash bin. Then I looked at my bra; he had released his semen in that too. I was so angry that I wanted to kill him, so in anger, I threw my bra into the trash too. Then I cleaned my pussy with his semen on it again and started bathing a second time.

After that, I was thinking how to go out— I had no towel, no bra, no panties. I was very angry about this, and now a little regret too that why did I hastily throw my bra and panties in the trash? Then, unwillingly, I had to call my father-in-law.

I said, "Babuji, you accidentally took my towel; please give it to me." But he didn't respond, and after a few minutes, he said, "Yes, bahurani, forgive me; in hurry, I forgot to take my towel, so I took yours. Wait, I'm giving you another towel."

I was so angry at him, but what could I do? He called me and said, "Here, bahurani." I slightly opened the bathroom door, put my hand out, and he touched my hand while giving me the towel. When I looked at the towel, I got even angrier because the towel he gave was very small, with two small holes in it. I immediately understood that this old man wasn't going to let me off today. I dried my body with that towel and wrapped it around my boobs.

The towel was small, so it couldn't properly cover my pussy. Unwillingly, I adjusted it a bit up and down, due to which now the towel showed half my boobs from the nipples, and those two small holes were on my hips, making the fair skin of my ass clearly visible.

I quickly came out and went to my room, closing the door. Friends, between coming out of the bathroom and going to the room, my father-in-law got a full view of my fair body. Then my eyes fell on his pajamas. I saw his cock was erect, clearly visible through his pajamas. There was a big bulge in his pajamas. It seems the old bastard has a pretty big cock too.

The whole day, it felt like my father-in-law's semen was still on my pussy. It was a very strange feeling. Although I had cleaned my pussy, for some reason, my hand kept going to my pussy repeatedly.

I was also angry at Babuji. At night, when my husband came home, I thought many times about telling him everything, but my husband was drunk, so I thought if I told him, there would be a fight between father and son, and in his drunken state, he might even get violent, so I couldn't tell him, and I started crying. He asked me what happened? Even then, I didn't tell him anything. In the morning, when we woke up, I saw my husband getting ready, and I asked where he was going. He said he's going to Delhi for three days for office work. Hearing this, it felt like the sky fell on me, and I angrily said, "You're telling me now?"

He said, "Darling, you started crying last night, so I didn't want to trouble you more, that's why I didn't tell you last night." I started insisting that I want to come with him too, take me along. He got angry and said, "Why are you acting like a child? Babuji is at home, and our son too. What about their food and drink?"

What could I tell him—that the problem is with Babuji, he's the danger. But I stayed quiet. What would I say anyway? My husband didn't know anything. In the morning, he took me in his arms, stripped me, and started kissing, but my luck was bad. As soon as he removed my panties, he said, "Keep your pussy clean; you know I don't like fucking a hairy pussy." I said, "Do it like this today; I'll keep it clean from next time." He said no and put his cock in my mouth and started thrusting to fuck my mouth. His cock doesn't even get fully hard these days.

After a while, all his semen filled my mouth. I quickly dressed and went with him to the bus stand to see him off. Friends, I came back after some time, and now my father-in-law and I were completely alone at home. I was very scared of him—that this horny old man might force himself on me and fuck me. But what could I do?

Then I went to bathe again, and I had already checked that my bra, panties, and towel were all there. After bathing, I cooked food, and in the afternoon, I ate with my father-in-law.

I told him, "Babuji, I'm going to sleep now." He said, "Yes, okay bahurani." Friends, because of crying a lot at night, I hadn't slept well, so in the afternoon, as soon as I lay down for a bit, I fell asleep. My son had come from school and gone out to play.

After a while, I heard knocking on my room door, which woke me up. I looked at myself—in deep sleep, my saree had ridden up to my waist, my panties were visible, the pallu of my saree had slipped down, and my boobs were spilling out of the small blouse. It must have been paradise for Babuji. Babuji was knocking on the door, but it wasn't latched from inside, so he was getting a view of my youth from outside. Who knows how long Babuji had been standing there enjoying my body.

I quickly fixed my clothes and opened the door. I saw father-in-law standing outside, and I said, "Yes?" He handed me tea and said, "Bahurani, you slept a bit too long today."

Then I thought I'd make tea myself, but he said, "I've already made and drunk tea; this is for you. I've also given milk to Chintu." In my mind, I thought: Is this the same father-in-law who yesterday released his cock's juice on my panties, and today he's made tea for me? How quickly men change colors?

I finished the tea and got back to work.

The day passed like that. I was doing housework, and father-in-law was wandering around, feasting his eyes on his daughter-in-law's voluptuous body.

Because of housework, I was wearing a nightie for comfort, but the fabric was a bit thin, so father-in-law could see my body curves. I thought about changing to thicker clothes, but it was hot, and for some reason, a man's gaze roaming over my body was giving me some thrill too. Deep inside, I was enjoying it a bit. Perhaps because my alcoholic husband couldn't satisfy my sexual needs, my hunger wasn't fulfilled, or maybe every woman likes it when a man is attracted to her. Even if he was my own father-in-law, he was still a man—and what a man, like a young wrestler. Much stronger and sturdier than my husband. So, somewhere, it didn't feel that bad. If only he weren't my father-in-law but some other man, I would have stepped forward and shown him my body. But anyway, what is, is.

He was sitting in the drawing room pretending to watch TV, but after a while, he would come to the kitchen near me on some pretext and try to touch me.

This game of hide-and-seek was going on between us father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Unwillingly, I was feeling pleased deep inside.

After a while, clouds gathered in the sky. It seemed like it might rain. When the clouds thundered, I suddenly remembered that clothes were drying on the terrace.

I called Babuji, "Babuji! It looks like rain is coming. Clothes are drying on the terrace. Bring them in before they get wet."

Babuji went up to the terrace. When he left, I suddenly remembered that my bra and panties were also drying among the clothes.

Oh God, what do I do now? Babuji was already roaming with his cock stiff, and I sent him to fetch the clothes.

But what could be done now? Shortly after, Babuji brought the clothes down.

I was thinking he would definitely do some mischief now.

Then Babuji came to the kitchen with the clothes; my panties were in his hand. They were lacy and quite sexy in design.

Babuji was holding them, and his fingers were kneading the spot where my pussy would be, as if he were kneading my pussy, not the panties.

Seeing Babuji kneading the panties, I lowered my eyes in shame. Showing me the panties, he said,

"Sushma! It seems some neighbor's clothes fell on our terrace too. Whose are these clothes?" (He wasn't open enough yet, so instead of saying panties, he said clothes.)

Saying this, he held my panties in front of me.

I melted with embarrassment. Shyly, I said,

"They are mine, Babuji."

Babuji continued kneading the panties and said,

"No, bahu. Look carefully. How can these panties be yours? They are so small; how would they fit you? I think they belong to some neighbor. Look carefully."

I knew Babuji was teasing me. Otherwise, how would he not know that a neighbor's panties couldn't fly onto our line? But I was enjoying it too. Only my son was at home, studying in his room.

A mischievous gleam came into my eyes too, so unwillingly, I said playfully,

"Babuji, they are mine. Keep them in the room."

Father-in-law continued the conversation,

"No, bahu. Look, they are so small. How would they fit on your waist?"

I said, "So what do you think—that your daughter-in-law is so fat?"

Babuji looked carefully at my buttocks and said,

"Bahurani, you are not fat at all. There's no extra flesh anywhere on your body. You are very beautiful. But it doesn't seem like these panties would even go up your legs (he couldn't say thighs or ass). They wouldn't cover even 10% of you. What's the point of wearing such small panties if they can't hide anything? At least the cloth should cover what it's meant for—then there's some benefit to wearing it. I think such small panties (now for the first time he said the word panties) wouldn't hide anything of yours."

Father-in-law's cock had become erect and hard like iron. Babuji was repeatedly adjusting his cock with his hand.

I don't know if he was fixing it because it was stiff or showing me his big cock.

Whatever it was, I was also glancing sideways at his cock, and my pussy started getting wet—very wet.

My mind wanted to finger my pussy or at least rub it over the nightie fabric to clean it, but father-in-law was standing right there, so I couldn't do anything.

Now the conversation had become quite sexy. Words like panties and "can't hide anything" made me think it might go too far, so I said to Babuji,

"Babuji! These clothes are mine; keep them in the room. I have work to do. Go watch TV."

Babuji understood I was still shy, so without escalating, he looked at my buttocks once more.

I was just thinking the matter was over when Babuji took out my bra from the pile of clothes and, kneading the cups where boobs go with his fingers, said,

"Sushma, daughter! My heart doesn't agree, but okay, let's accept that those panties are yours—you somehow stretch them up your legs, and whatever little they can cover, they do. But don't say this bra is yours too. It's so small; it can't be your size. These must have flown from a neighbor's."

Saying this, father-in-law was smiling mischievously, with a gleam in his eyes. His gaze was on my big boobs, and I was sinking into the ground with shame.

What could I say? But I had to respond. So I said,

"No, Babuji, this bra is also mine. Not someone else's. Please keep it."

Babuji waved the bra in front of me again and said,

"But bahu, this bra seems much smaller than your size. Look carefully if it's yours."

Meaning, Babuji was checking my "size" with his eyes. And what he was saying meant my boobs are thick and big.

What could I say? With my head down, I said,

"Babuji! What a topic you've latched onto. I've already said all the clothes are mine. Keep them and let me work."

Perhaps Babuji felt the conversation was dragging too much and I might get upset, ruining things instead of progressing, so he started walking out, but as he went, he said,

"How strange girls these days are (I was a married woman of 12 years, not a girl) —who knows how they wear such small clothes that even combining both pieces, they barely cover one inner garment."

Direct meaning: my boobs are big. I stayed quiet. I understood if I said something, Babuji would say more.

Seeing me quiet, Babuji left.

I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time when Babuji teased me, I responded mischievously too.

Babuji seemed happy too. He felt his daughter-in-law was now responding.

He went and sat in front of the TV in the drawing room.

Some time passed like that. Then in the evening, we ate dinner, and Babuji sat watching TV.

My son sat with him too. Babuji called me,

"Sushma! Come, sit with us and watch TV. A good serial is on."

My son also asked me to come, but I knew if I sat near Babuji, he would definitely do some mischief. My husband was away, and my father-in-law was roaming with his cock stiff for me. I was just trying to pass time, so I refused and said,

"Babuji! I'm feeling sleepy; you watch TV. I'm going to sleep. Should I give you milk?"

Actually, Babuji drinks milk before sleeping at night.

Babuji immediately caught the hint; there was a smile on his lips, and perhaps he was happy that I asked him this way.

He said, "Yes, bahu, I've been ready to drink your milk for a long time. I really feel like drinking milk."

Saying this, he was smiling slyly, kneading his cock—which had been erect for me who knows since when—with his hand, and his eyes were on my breasts. I understood which milk father-in-law was talking about drinking.

I was feeling a strange sensation inside. On one side was my husband who couldn't even fuck me properly anymore, had no interest in me, just lost in alcohol. And here was my father-in-law whose cock got erect just seeing me.

But he was my father-in-law, like my father; his actions felt very strange and wrong to me. But what could I do?

I deflected and said,

"Babuji, I have to go sleep; should I heat milk and bring it?"

Babuji, looking at my boobs again, said,

"Bahurani! If the milk is fresh, there's no need to heat it. Fresh milk isn't cold; it's fun to drink it just like that. And I drink milk in such a way that the one giving it enjoys it more than me."

Babuji was speaking very clearly now; both of us knew that fresh milk could only come from my boobs.

Listening to Babuji's suggestive talk was starting to upset me. But he was my father-in-law. He was still absentmindedly rubbing his crotch with one hand as if scratching an itch. He was shamelessly fondling his thing right in front of me, and his eyes were fixed on my breasts.

I tried to steer the conversation away, injecting a hint of irritation into my voice. "Babuji! What are you talking about? Where will fresh milk come from at this time? The milkman only comes in the morning."

Babuji said, "Daughter-in-law! When you asked about milk, I thought you were thinking of giving me fresh milk to drink. Anyway, give me whatever milk you like. Fresh or stale."

I was thankful that Babuji hadn't said anything explicitly wrong yet. So I asked again, "Babuji, will you have milk in a glass or a cup?"

Now, just asking this became a problem for me. Babuji latched onto it again and said mischievously, "Sushma! It's up to you. Give me milk however you like. I can even drink it directly by putting my mouth to the milk container. You'll like it too, no vessel to wash, and I'll suck and drink all the milk straight from the container. What do you think?"

While saying all this, Babuji was shamelessly rubbing his crotch. What could I say in response to his double-meaning talk about sucking milk?

Meanwhile, my son, who was watching TV, was just a child. What did he know about what was happening between his mother and grandfather? Our conversation was disturbing his program, so he interrupted, "Mommy! What's all this noise? If Grandfather wants to drink milk, it's his choice. Give it to him however he wants. Just take Grandfather to the kitchen and give him the milk there. Let me watch TV here."

Hearing this, a gleam came into Babuji's eyes. His thing gave a strong jerk, which I could clearly see through his dhoti. Smiling, he said, "Daughter-in-law! Now even your son has given permission. So let's go to the kitchen. I'll drink the fresh milk nicely there. You'll definitely like it too."

What could I say now? Angrily, I silently went to the kitchen, brought milk in a glass, and gave it to him. Babuji wanted to say something, but seeing the anger on my face, he stayed quiet, not wanting to worsen the situation.

I gave him the milk and came to my room. I started changing my clothes.

It felt very strange. I was, after all, a woman. Whenever a woman sees a man lusting after her like that, whether she's a young girl or an old woman, a part of her feels good. I too, now a 12-year married woman and mother of a 10-year-old boy, a middle-aged woman, felt a strange happiness in my heart that I was still so beautiful and attractive that my own father-in-law was infatuated with me and so eager to sleep with me.

When I took off my clothes to change, I saw that my nipples had hardened and become tight.

My hand automatically went to my pussy, and I found it was completely wet. I felt very strange—I didn't want to have any wrong relationship with my father-in-law, yet just his double-meaning talk had made my pussy wet.

I lay down on the bed and, for the first time, instead of thinking about my husband, I started thinking about my father-in-law—how strong he must be, or how big his thing must be. Thinking all this, I somehow fell asleep.

The next afternoon, we were sitting at home. Babuji and my son were watching TV. I didn't feel like sitting with them at all because Babuji looked at me in a very strange way, focusing on my body. I didn't like this. So I sat in my room, doing some work. After a while, I don't know what came over me. I felt like finding some excuse to go and sit near Babuji. After all, I was a woman. Somewhere deep down, it also felt good that a man was so lustful for me.

Somewhere in my heart, I wanted Babuji to tease me on some pretext, and that secretly felt good to me. But now I was sitting in my room, so how could I go and sit next to him on my own? My mind wanted to go to Babuji. When he looked at me and rubbed his thick thing, a strange sensation arose.

Just then, the voice of an ice-cream vendor came from the street. My son loves ice cream. I also enjoy eating ice cream. Babuji knows this too. Hearing the ice-cream vendor, perhaps my son asked Babuji for ice cream. Babuji also got an excuse to call me. He called out loudly, "Sushma! Daughter-in-law, come, the ice-cream man is here. Rohit (my son) is also getting ice cream. You come and get some too."

I was happier hearing Babuji's voice than about the ice cream. I got up and came out.

Babuji got ice cream for everyone. My son took a kulfi and went to sit in front of the TV to watch and eat.

I took a cup of ice cream. Babuji said to me, "Daughter-in-law! What have you taken? I wanted to give you a big Chocobar to eat. This ice cream is what I like."

Saying 'Chocobar', Babuji looked into my eyes and started rubbing his crotch with one hand. His thing had started to stand up just looking at me.

I understood which 'Chocobar' Babuji was talking about giving me. I felt shy and didn't say anything. Babuji was not one to stay quiet; he started teasing me again, "Sushma! I want to give you a big Chocobar to suck. Women like Chocobar more than kulfi or ice cream. I used to give your mother-in-law a Chocobar to suck every day, and she would take it with great pleasure. She couldn't go a single day without it. Your mother-in-law wouldn't sleep until she had taken the entire Chocobar completely into her mouth and sucked it. You leave this ice cream and try sucking a Chocobar once."

The mischief in his eyes and him rubbing his thing with one hand made it clear that Babuji wanted me to suck his 'Chocobar'. I was also starting to feel a bit good from Babuji's double-meaning talk. This old man, given the slightest chance, starts with double-meaning talk, and look at his thing, how it immediately stiffens. My alcoholic husband's thing used to take so long to get hard.

But what answer could I give to Babuji's words? Wanting to tease a little and have some fun myself, I said, "Babuji! Your son (my husband) never gives me a Chocobar. Sometimes he gives me a Chocobar to suck, but the small one melts in my mouth in 2 minutes. No fun at all. Didn't Mother-in-law like ice cream? That you gave her Chocobar?"

Now I too was enjoying his double-meaning talk. The mischievous glint in my eyes made Babuji understand that I was having fun and wasn't angry. My son was engrossed in his kulfi and TV. So he continued the conversation, "Oh daughter! Your mother-in-law only liked Chocobar. And I didn't give her a small one, but a good one, at least 8 inches long and 4 inches thick. Your mother-in-law would suck it with great pleasure; she would take the whole Chocobar in her mouth. To suck such a thick Chocobar, she had to open her mouth wide. She would suck vigorously for at least 20 minutes, only then would the Chocobar melt in her mouth and release its juice."

Babuji had indicated the size of his thing with his gesture. My husband's dick was barely 5 inches and not that thick either. From Babuji rubbing his thing, I had an idea it was bigger than my husband's, but if his size was that big, I was amazed, and it slipped out of my mouth, "Babuji, that big? Oh God. How could Mother-in-law take such a big Chocobar in her mouth? And she sucked for 20 minutes, she must have enjoyed it a lot. You're lying."

Seeing me open up a little, Babuji also became happy and said, "Look. Would I lie to you? Whenever you want, I'll let you suck a Chocobar too. You just say yes once. Your mother-in-law really liked Chocobar; you'll like it a lot too. When your mother-in-law sucked the Chocobar, I would lick ice cream."

I too had started speaking more openly now. I said, "You like ice cream? Babuji?"

Babuji, looking into my eyes and scratching his thing in the same way, said, "Yes, daughter-in-law! I used to lick ice cream. Many times, first your mother-in-law would suck the Chocobar, and then I would lick the ice cream. And sometimes we did it together—meaning, while she was sucking the Chocobar, I would lick the ice cream. I would always put my whole tongue inside the ice cream to lick it. The fun of licking ice cream is when you put your whole tongue inside it and lick it really well. Often, my mouth, nose, and lips would be filled with the juice of the ice cream, but I would lick the ice cream really well. Seeing my wet mouth, your mother-in-law would laugh, but she also liked my licking the ice cream very much. I would keep licking the ice cream until it was all finished. Your husband must also eat ice cream like that, right?"

The conversation had become very intoxicating and sexy. My pussy was dripping. It felt like the fluid from my pussy was flowing down my legs. I felt like scratching my pussy hard and putting my finger inside, but Father-in-law was standing right there.

We both were not children, so it was clear to both of us which 'Chocobar' and which 'ice cream' we were talking about. Now he had openly asked me about licking my pussy, so I also told him my sorrow, "Babuji! What can I say, your son doesn't like licking ice cream at all. The way you're describing, he has never eaten ice cream like that."

Babuji said, pretending to be angry, "He's crazy, that bastard. Licking ice cream is his duty. If I were in his place, I would give you a Chocobar to suck every day and lick ice cream to my heart's content every day. No problem, if you want, I can fulfill this lack for you."

Babuji had now openly hinted at me sucking his dick and him licking my pussy.

I felt very shy. What could I say even if I wanted to?

I just stood there silently smiling, took the Chocobar from Babuji's hand, put it in my mouth, and started sucking it, and gave him the cup of ice cream in my hand. When Babuji saw me sucking the Chocobar, a gleam of happiness appeared on his face. He understood that with this gesture, his daughter-in-law had agreed to suck his 'Chocobar' (dick).

Babuji also immediately opened the ice cream cup, shoved his whole tongue into it, and started licking it, swirling his tongue around. While licking the ice cream, his eyes were fixed on my face, as if he was explaining to me that he wanted to put his whole tongue inside my pussy and lick it like that.

My face turned red with shyness. I couldn't stand in front of Babuji anymore. Silently sucking the Chocobar and smiling at Babuji, I ran towards my room, went inside, and closed the door.

My whole body was trembling with lust. My breath was heaving. After sitting for a long time, I composed myself and lay down.

All night, I kept dreaming of Babuji.

Time was passing in this teasing manner. I wasn't some lust-crazed woman dying to get fucked, but I was also enjoying teasing with Babuji. How my father-in-law was trying to seduce me. As a woman, his actions were also stirring something within me. Despite not wanting to, I had also started teasing Babuji a little myself.

Besides, many days had passed since my husband left. And I was also feeling the need for sex.

Then in the evening, Babuji was sitting on the sofa, and that sofa was right opposite the kitchen door. And I was cooking in the kitchen. I knew Babuji was in front, so I deliberately started swaying my hips. I knew Babuji's attention would be less on the TV and more on his beautiful, young daughter-in-law working in the kitchen. So to tease him, I was swaying my hips.

Today I was wearing tight salwar-kameez. Underneath, I had deliberately not worn a bra. Yes, I had worn panties, of course.

(After all, being completely naked wasn't right either.)

I didn't wholeheartedly desire it, but all this made me quite sure that if Babuji kept up his seduction like this, soon Babuji would be fucking me with his naked dick in my naked pussy.

Today I had deliberately not worn a bra so that Babuji could see my swinging breasts properly. And my pendulum-like swaying chest would be clearly visible to Babuji, and Babuji was also lovingly viewing my 36-inch breasts.

While working, I deliberately looked less towards Babuji so that he would think his daughter-in-law's attention was only on work and he could lustfully eye his daughter-in-law's youth without any fear. Babuji was also taking full advantage of this opportunity given by me and enjoying my youth.

So Babuji was still sitting on the sofa, pretending to watch TV, but actually, he was watching my swinging breasts, and I was deliberately shaking them more than necessary so that Babuji could fully enjoy.

There were only three of us in the house—child, father-in-law, daughter-in-law—and my son was engrossed in TV, so both Babuji and I were at it without any fear.

I first thought of making lentils and rice, but then thought if I make wheat bread (roti), then under the pretext of kneading the dough, I could show Babuji my swaying breasts. So I started kneading the dough and, on purpose, started swaying more.

Now my chest was swaying vigorously, and without a bra, it was giving Babuji full pleasure. And Babuji was taking full advantage of the opportunity, enjoying the sight of his daughter-in-law's youth.

I was also having great fun cooking like this.

Babuji's dick had also become hard as iron, which he was rubbing by putting his hand inside his lungi.

(Yes, today Babuji, instead of wearing his favorite pajama, had worn a lungi because inside the lungi, he could secretly slip his hand in and rub his dick without anyone knowing.)

Today, after the conversation about giving milk, Babuji's confidence had increased a lot. He had realized that his daughter-in-law was perhaps now fully involved in this sex game and ready to get fucked.

Babuji wanted to fuck me, and I was half-heartedly ready to get fucked too. The only delay was in breaking our social bonds, and I felt that wouldn't take much longer now anyway.

For quite a while, Babuji kept watching my swinging breasts and rubbing his dick by putting his hand inside his lungi. But how long could he do this?

Finally, Babuji's patience broke, and he got up and came and stood behind me. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. I was scared for a moment but stayed quiet, thinking let's see what Babuji does and how far he can go.

I didn't say anything, and Babuji said, "What is my daughter-in-law making today?"

So I said, "Lentils and bread, which are my Babuji's favorites."

He was happy, "Wow, my favorite things are being made."

So I said, "Yes." Now Babuji also felt that I wasn't hesitating to talk to him and wasn't angry at him standing so close, so he gathered a little more courage and moved closer to my back. Seeing that I still didn't object, he slowly pressed his erect dick against my back. Feeling his warm dick on my back, my breath seemed to stop. But I also mustered all my courage and kept standing and kneading the dough.

When Babuji applied a little pressure of his dick on my back and I didn't say anything, his courage increased further, and he applied full pressure of his dick on my buttocks.

Babuji's dick had become hard as iron. And Babuji moved a little and pushed his dick into the cleft of my buttocks from between my cheeks and gave a thrust, lodging his dick in the cleft.

Now, there were only the two of us, father-in-law and daughter-in-law, in the house, so what was the hurry? No one was coming. So I thought, let this teasing go on for a bit.

So I said with a little anger, "Babuji, what are you doing?" Hearing this, he got scared and immediately pulled his waist back, and his dick came out of my buttocks.

Then I got scared that he might leave. So to prevent that, I pushed my buttocks back a little so he would realize this was my fake anger.

Babuji understood, and he applied the pressure of his dick on my buttocks again, even stronger.

I was enjoying it, and I was ready to have fun myself, just putting on an act.

Then when I didn't say anything to him, Babuji pressed himself against me and put his hands around my waist, holding me.

And started kissing my neck. I was experiencing ultimate pleasure.

I said to him, "Aaahhh... Babuji, seems like you're missing Mother-in-law a lot." He said, "How do you know?" I said, "That's why you're troubling me." He said, "No, I'm feeling love for my daughter-in-law, for you."

Me: "Yes, I know this love of yours. I know how much you love your daughter-in-law."

Babuji: "Oh daughter-in-law, why do you say that? I love you a lot. I can't forget you even a little. You are very dear to me."

Saying this, Babuji held me by the shoulders and started kissing my neck.

I was feeling immense pleasure.

Babuji: "Aah..."

Me: "Babuji, what happened?"

(Actually, I had pushed my buttocks back a little, so Babuji's dick went deeper into my buttocks, and a moan of pleasure escaped Babuji's mouth.)

Babuji: "So, what are you cooking for dinner today?"

Me: "Bread, lentils, vegetables, curd, etc."

Babuji: "Which vegetable?"

Me: "Brinjal. Do you like it?"

Babuji: "Yes. Do you like brinjal?"

Me: "Yes, I like them very much."

Babuji: "Brinjal is a favorite. And apart from this, what else do you like?"

Me: "Babuji, I also like cucumber."

Babuji: "What kind of brinjal and cucumber do you like? Long brinjal or thick, round ones?"

Me: "Babuji, I like cucumber about 7-8 inches long and about 3-4 inches thick, but I don't like round brinjal. I like long brinjal too. Very thick and round brinjal doesn't suit me."

Babuji: "What maximum size of brinjal do you take?"

Me: "What are you talking about, what do you mean I take? I just cook and eat the vegetable, that's all."

(Babuji had made a double-meaning statement; 'take' could mean taking in the pussy or buying from the market, but while saying this, Babuji was smiling mischievously, so his meaning was clear. I too was now enjoying this double-meaning talk.)

Babuji: "Tell me, please."

Me: "No."

Babuji: "Don't tell me then."

Me: "Don't be angry."

Babuji: "Then tell me."

Me: "I like large-sized brinjal and cucumber."

Babuji: "How much?"

Me: "Up to 7 inches long works."

Babuji: "And thick?"

Me: "3 inches. If it's smaller than this, it's no fun."

Babuji: "No fun, what do you mean?"

Me: (Smiling mischievously) "I mean the vegetable doesn't cook well. What are you thinking?"

Babuji: "Okay, do you like dry vegetables or with gravy?"

Me: "I like both kinds okay. What kind of vegetable do you like?"

Babuji: "I like things with gravy and wet, juicy things." (Now he wasn't saying 'vegetable' but 'thing', which was a double-meaning word.) "Until the thing is wet, I don't enjoy it. Sometimes, if it's dry, I make it wet by sucking it with my mouth. Licking and eating something wet has a different pleasure altogether. What do you think, daughter-in-law?"

(Babuji was now openly making double-meaning talk, and his dick was also getting harder, which he was trying to push between my buttocks again and again.)

Me: "Come on, leave it Babuji, let me cook now."

Babuji was enjoying himself; how could he leave? So, continuing the conversation, he said:

Babuji: (Changing the topic) "What is your favorite fruit?"

Me: "Banana and sugarcane. And yours, Babuji?"

Babuji: "Mango and watermelon."

Me: "Feeling like having some?"

Babuji: "Feeling like eating a mango. If I can't get it to eat, I really enjoy sucking it too."

Me: "Where will you get a mango now, Babuji?"

Babuji: "If not to suck, even getting one to see would be fine." (While saying this, his gaze was on my thick breasts, which were clearly visible to him because I wasn't wearing a bra.)

Me: "Anyway, what kind of mango do you like?"

Babuji: "I like big, big mangoes."

Me: "Raw or ripe?"

Babuji: "The bigger the mango, the more fun it is to suck it."

Me: "Will you be able to handle large-sized mangoes or watermelons, Babuji?"

Babuji: "Give me a chance, then you'll find out how I squeeze and drink the juice of mangoes. What kind of fruits do you like, Sushma?"

Now I too was very aroused. So I diverted the topic a bit again.

Me: "I like big or thick bananas very much and big or thick sugarcane full of juice."

Babuji: "Sushma! Would you like to eat my banana?"

(I was completely shocked—Babuji had directly asked if I wanted to eat his dick. So I looked at him in surprise.)

Babuji: "I mean, if I bring bananas from the market, would you like to eat them tonight?"

Me: "Babuji, you give me a banana, I am very eager to eat a banana."

In this way, I clearly signaled to Babuji that I was ready to get fucked by him. As a woman, how much more openly could I have spoken?

Babuji's dick started throbbing as soon as I said this.

I felt like Babuji might fuck me right here in the kitchen.

Trying to divert, I pretended again and said to Babuji, "Babuji, my stomach is itching. My hands are covered in dough. I can't scratch my stomach. Please scratch my stomach a little."

Babuji took his hands off my shoulders and slid them inside my kurta from the front and placed them on my bare stomach.

Feeling Babuji's warm, warm hands on my bare stomach, my desire flared up even more.

Babuji was gently stroking my stomach.

We both were enjoying it. I said to Babuji shyly...

"Babuji, the itching is a little higher up, please go a bit higher."

Babuji moved his hand a little higher. Now his hand was just an inch or two away from my breasts.

Babuji could also see inside my blouse that my breasts were jiggling a lot and I wasn't wearing a bra, so he was hesitating a bit to move his hand further up.

Since things had gone this far, it was a golden opportunity for me. I decided that whatever happens, I'll see. I should at least enjoy the teasing.

I said to Babuji again,  
"Are Babuji, the itching is even higher up."

As soon as Babuji moved his hand up, my bare breasts collided with his hand.

The moment Babuji's hand touched my breasts, I jumped suddenly, and with that jump, both my naked breasts landed right in Babuji's palms, and Babuji instinctively gripped them tightly.

Now both my breasts were in Babuji's hands. Taking advantage of the moment, Babuji filled his fists with my breasts.

Suddenly, when my boobs came into Babuji's hands, his hands automatically caressed them. And instinctively, Babuji's fingers reached my nipples. This startled Babuji a bit because he hadn't intentionally grabbed my breasts; I had jumped and placed them in his hands myself. Anyway, he didn't have the courage yet to directly grab his daughter-in-law's boobs.

(In reality, ever since I started teasing Babuji, this was the first time his hands were on my naked breasts. Today was the first time Babuji had touched my bare breasts in broad daylight, with both of us fully conscious.)

Babuji was about to let go of my boobs when I let out a sexy moan.

This gave Babuji a little courage, realizing I wasn't angry.

So, gathering courage, Babuji didn't pull his hands back and kept holding my breasts in his palms.

Out of fear, Babuji wasn't caressing or squeezing the breasts; he just kept his hands on them.

Without moving, I said to Babuji,  
"Babuji, you were supposed to scratch my stomach, but you've grabbed my naked breasts instead."

Even as I said this, I let my breasts remain in his hands. By now, Babuji's confidence had fully grown.

He understood that whether this incident happened intentionally or accidentally, his daughter-in-law was not angry at all.

So Babuji started slowly caressing my breasts and gently pressing them with his palms.

I didn't object in any way and stood quietly, enjoying the pleasure of having my naked breasts squeezed by Babuji for the first time.

While continuing the conversation, Babuji said,  
"Bahurani! I didn't grab your breasts; they came into my hands because you jumped. And what's this—you don't wear a bra?"

Babuji knew full well that I wasn't wearing a bra; it was just a way to keep the conversation going.

I stood quietly like that, and Babuji continued slowly caressing and gently kneading my breasts.

I was getting so much pleasure from having my breasts kneaded by my father-in-law that my eyes closed in bliss.

Now, gaining more courage, Babuji tightened his fingers around my nipples and started rubbing them with his thumbs and fingers.

Moans of "aah aah" escaped my mouth automatically, but neither did I try to free my breasts, nor did Babuji let go.

In case Babuji stopped kneading my breasts, I continued the conversation and said,  
"Babuji, it's very hot, that's why I don't wear a bra."

Babuji was about to say something when the lights went out. With the power cut, the TV turned off, and my son's voice came:  
"Mommy, the TV is off."

He started getting up and coming toward the kitchen. Babuji quickly pulled his hands out of my blouse.

For the first time in my life, I mentally cursed my son. Probably Babuji also cursed my son and the electricity department in his mind many times.

As soon as my son came into the kitchen, Babuji pretended to open the fridge and drink water, then went outside.

The deep disappointment was clearly visible on his face, like someone had snatched away a bowl full of cream from in front of a cat.

I was disappointed too, but there was also some relief in my mind that things hadn't gotten completely out of hand, and who knows where this teasing would have ended.

So, taking a deep cold breath, I started my kitchen work again.

In the morning, I cooked food, and after eating, Babuji went to his room, and I went to mine. I couldn't sleep. Around 11 o'clock, I went to the bathroom and saw a faint light coming from Babuji's room. I peeked through the keyhole and saw Babuji sitting naked on the bed, stroking his cock.

I understood that Babuji was missing his wife (my mother-in-law). Babuji was moving his hand up and down on his cock.

I felt great pity for Babuji, seeing how he was stroking his own cock. I wanted to run in and take his cock in my mouth and start sucking it, but my legs wouldn't move.

Then I saw Babuji's cock release its load, and as he started getting off the bed, I quickly went back to my room.

I spent the whole day tossing and turning on the bed, just thinking: Could I get my father-in-law's cock?

But I couldn't figure out how.

I wanted to somehow seduce my father-in-law and get fucked by him, but no plan was forming.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I thought I'd make tea for Babuji and myself and also pee. After drinking tea, I started cleaning.

I was thinking that to seduce Babuji, I'd have to take the initiative myself. So when I went to clean Babuji's room, I wore a loose nightie. And deliberately, I removed my bra too. The nightie reached only to my knees. At first, I thought about removing my panties as well, but then I thought it's just the beginning, so I won't go that far yet. Wearing panties, I went to clean Babuji's room.

My breasts were very large at that time, jiggling with my work, and could be squeezed nicely. Because of the low-neck nightie, when I bent over, my breasts were clearly visible due to the wide neck. Plus, I wasn't wearing a bra.

Babuji was sitting on the bed, wearing pajamas and a vest. I deliberately bent facing Babuji so he could get a look at my breasts, but he was engrossed in watching TV. For that, while bending, without looking at Babuji, I said, "Babuji, what do you want to eat today?"

I glanced secretly and saw that for the first time, Babuji looked toward me, and his eyes went to my breasts, which were visible up to the nipples through the open neck of the nightie. Since it was the first time Babuji had seen my boobs so closely today, he started stealing glances at my bare breasts repeatedly.

When I straightened up, I saw him trying to press down his erect cock in his pajamas. I understood that seeing my breasts had made his cock stiff. I bent again to show him my breasts and started mopping.

For a while, I stood and swept in front of Babuji, bending over while working to show him my boobs.

I didn't look toward Babuji so that he would think I had no idea my boobs were visible, and he continued looking at my breasts with stolen glances. Babuji's cock had become erect, and he was pressing it down to adjust it in his pajamas. I was watching Babuji's condition with secret glances and smiling inwardly, but outwardly pretending as if I knew nothing.

Anyway, after a while, the room cleaning was done, so I brought water and started wiping the floor.

I was sitting and mopping, so now Babuji couldn't see my boobs.

I glanced secretly at Babuji; he was trying to see my boobs through the neck of my nightie, but since they weren't visible, disappointment showed on his face. He looked restless.

I smiled inwardly that Babuji was so eager to see his daughter-in-law's boobs, and then while sitting and mopping, I placed my knees under my chest, causing my breasts to press and bulge upward, so now Babuji could clearly see my boobs.

Now a look of satisfaction appeared on Babuji's face. Pretending to watch TV, he was actually looking at my boobs.

I felt like my arrow was hitting the right target.

Then I thought of something and started pretending to mop under a small table beside the sofa in the room. Now my back was toward Babuji. I started muttering that under the sofa was not clean at all and there was a lot of dirt, and saying that, I bent over to pretend mopping deep under the sofa.

By doing this, I raised my ass (butt) up so I could mop deep inside.

Because of this, my nightie rode up to my waist. It was heaven for Babuji. Now Babuji could see my thighs.

Though my back was toward Babuji, I could see Babuji's reflection in the TV screen. Babuji didn't know I could see his actions.

He thought my back was toward him, so he stopped looking at the TV and directly stared at my buttocks.

While bending and pretending to mop deep, I raised my buttocks even higher.

It was as if Babuji's heart was about to come to his mouth.

Now Babuji could clearly see my panties and my ass tightly encased in them.

Babuji's cock had become like a steel rod, and he was shamelessly rubbing it. He had no fear of being seen by me because my back was toward him. Though I was watching all his actions in the TV glass.

Now Babuji was rubbing his cock faster.

Babuji lay down on the sofa while pretending to watch TV. He acted as if he was tired from sitting and wanted to lie down comfortably to watch TV, but actually, he lay down to get a better view of his dear daughter-in-law's ass from below. I continued mopping with my waist raised for some time.

And Babuji continued stroking his cock faster.

Soon, the speed of Babuji's hand increased. I could tell his climax was near.

Babuji was probably praying to God that I continue working a little longer, so that if I suddenly stood up, his secret wouldn't be exposed or he'd have to stop masturbating midway.

I don't know if God heard his prayer, but I certainly did, and I continued mopping in the same position with my ass raised.

Soon, Babuji's breathing became heavy, and the speed of rubbing his cock increased.

A loud moan escaped Babuji's mouth (which I heard but pretended not to in the TV noise), and Babuji tightly gripped his cock over the pajamas and started cumming with heavy breaths. He looked toward me in fear if I had noticed, but I pretended to be unaware and continued mopping.

Slowly, Babuji's ejaculation finished. I saw in the TV glass that the front part of Babuji's pajamas was soaked wet with his cock juice. To hide it, Babuji picked up a pillow and placed it on his lap to cover his wet pajamas.

I was smiling inwardly; it felt like my desire could be fulfilled, and I could get a strong, thick cock for fucking right at home.

After completing today's mission, I pretended the work was done, stood up, and went toward the kitchen.

Babuji quickly got up and went into the bathroom; I understood he went to change his soiled pajamas, but I continued pretending to be unaware.

I also ran to my room because after all this, my pussy had become wet too. A lot of juice had come out. As soon as I went in, I quickly removed my panties and immediately inserted two fingers into my pussy and started moving them in and out fast.

I was so aroused that I came in half a minute.

So much water came out that I can't describe it. After a long time, when my body calmed down a bit, I got up and came out.

Babuji was sitting on the sofa pretending to watch TV as usual. I also pretended nothing had happened.

But in my heart, I was smiling at Babuji's condition.

Coming from the room, I was lying with my eyes closed when I heard footsteps near the door. Frightened, I opened the room door. But there was no one outside. I thought it was probably my illusion and, relieved, headed toward the bathroom. It felt like the sound was coming from my father-in-law's room. Babuji's room had an attached bathroom too. As my steps moved toward it, I started hearing seductive moans. Alert, I slowly walked toward the sound.

For Babuji's convenience, the bathroom was built right next to his room. Hearing those moans coming from the bathroom, I was startled. At first, I thought maybe Babuji had slipped and fallen in the bathroom, that's why the groaning sounds. But as soon as I slightly opened the door and peeked inside, my legs started trembling, sweat broke out in fear. My father-in-law was standing completely naked, holding his cock in his hand and rubbing it vigorously. Seeing the terrifying size of that cock, my ass widened. Juice also came in my pussy.

Somehow I composed myself and started secretly watching his cock. But as soon as I recovered, the voice that fell on my ears created a strange fear and tickle inside me. My father-in-law was today rubbing his cock while taking his daughter-in-law's name, imagining me in his memories. Just thinking about this lust of my father-in-law for me made me intoxicated.

"Sushma! Aaaahhhh aaa uffff my darling, take my cock, just take it once and see, what a wonderful pussy you have, come under me once, then I'll tear your pussy." Babuji was saying such dirty things and jerking his cock hard.

My father-in-law's cock was much longer and thicker than my husband's; my husband's dick looked like a child's little pee-pee compared to his. Seeing that piece of meat wrapped in dark color, my well-fucked pussy started melting too. In just a short time, Babuji's time ended, and with a loud moan, his thick cream-like semen started splashing on the floor.

Seeing such a heavy amount of semen coming out at this age, his cock made a home in my heart; it felt like I should go right now and lick all the semen. Sweat was on Babuji's forehead, his breaths were heavy, the last drop of semen was still coming out of the tip. His swollen cock hadn't weakened even an inch; seeing this, I realized the man is a complete stud. He could fully satisfy any woman, even if that woman is his daughter-in-law, meaning me.

Watching Babuji's action set my pussy on fire. But my husband was away, so there was no way to extinguish that fire.

Thinking and thinking, I went to the kitchen, and in the vegetable basket, I saw a cucumber. I thought, if not a cock, at least a cucumber is better than my thin fingers. So to enjoy with it, I took it and came to my room.

I quietly slipped away from there and came back to my room, remembering father-in-law's cock, and started rubbing my pussy over my saree. A while ago, I was remembering my husband, but now in my dreams, my father-in-law's naked cock was dancing. Remembering father-in-law's manly cock, I was imagining myself getting fucked by his cock, and due to this lust, my juice started flowing out in just moments. My hand became sticky with my own pussy juice, but this time, blinded by lust, I started licking my juice-soaked fingers.

I was becoming blind in lust. I threw off my saree and wore a short nightie, threw off my panties under the bed (I hadn't worn a bra today anyway when I had teased Babuji with mopping). This would make it easy to insert the cucumber in my pussy.

Looking at my voluptuous body in the mirror in front, I felt proud of myself; my beauty had the power to set any man's cock on fire. My 36-inch bulging boobs on the chest, a slightly chubby belly, and below that fleshy thighs—I started caressing my chest. Recalling old memories, I didn't even realize when my hand started kneading my body.

As soon as I lay my body on the bed, my eyes closed; to quench the body's demand for fucking, my fingers somehow crossed the barrier of my pussy and started touching it. While kneading my boobs over the maxi with one hand, I inserted two fingers into my cunt and started enjoying recalling old days.

Then I picked up the cucumber and inserted it into my pussy. The cucumber was bigger than my husband's cock but smaller than Babuji's. But whatever, I had to manage. So I pushed the whole cucumber inside and started moving it in and out to enjoy.

The fire that had been suppressed for days flared up again today. Thinking of father-in-law's thick strong cock and the sweet pain possible from his fucking, my fingers started thrusting the cucumber hard in and out of my needy pussy.

Aaaahhh uffff Babuji aaaahhhh like screams started coming from my mouth, and after many days, the water from my fluttering pussy gushed out like a fountain in just minutes. Because of the pussy water coming out after many days, my hand and my maxi were completely wet. Caressing my wet pussy lovingly, controlling my ragged breaths, I lay there looking at the ceiling. I felt a lot of weakness from coming so much; I placed the cucumber on the side table and lay caressing my pussy.

Perhaps when I came, some sound escaped my mouth, and Babuji had heard it. So Babuji came outside my room, knocked on the door, and called out asking,  
"Sushma! Bahurani, are you okay? What was that sound?"

My climax and the knock on the door happened almost at the same time. In panic, I quickly fixed my clothes and with disheveled hair opened the door. Seeing my condition, father-in-law's clever eyes sensed what mischief I had been up to in the room. Why I was in this state. Staring at me from top to bottom, father-in-law started smiling mischievously; his eyes were fucking my body with looks.

When our eyes met, he openly said,  
"What's the matter, daughter? Why do you look so weak? Did you work a little too hard today?"

Hearing father-in-law's double-meaning words, I felt a bit embarrassed too. Looking into his eyes, I lowered my gaze. No words came from my mouth; I just stood there shyly.

Father-in-law's eyes were devouring my bulging boobs; seeing my balloons, his eyes lit up. He had already understood what I was doing.

Showing off my swollen 36-inch boobs, I said, "Yes Babuji, these days I have to do all the work myself. Your son is no longer in a condition to do anything, so I have to do everything myself."

Hearing my double-meaning words, without any hesitation or shame, he started staring at my chest; while caressing that part of his pajamas, he started smiling. I sat on my bed so that father-in-law wouldn't leave and I could give him good views of my body. When Babuji saw me sitting and not asking him to leave, he understood I had no objection to him staying in the bedroom, so gathering courage, Babuji also sat on a chair in front of me.

I was smiling at him like a wayward slut, and both of us understood each other without saying anything.

Seeing me staring at his pajamas, father-in-law said,  
"Bahurani! Your husband is not here right now. If there's any work I can do, tell me, daughter. I'm always ready to serve you. If not the son, at least the father-in-law is still alive."

From father-in-law's words, it was clear he was desperate to lay me under his cock. He had realized that his useless son's wife's youth was at its peak and she was craving to get fucked by his cock. Perhaps father-in-law had seen me rubbing my pussy and that's why he had deliberately left the bathroom door open and was jerking hard calling my name loudly. Seeing father-in-law's cleverness, I was happy inside and decided that one day I would definitely become the adornment of father-in-law's cock.

Happy with his cleverness, I said,  
"Babuji, now I have hope only from you. Only you can do my work, and do it well. But when there's work suitable for you, I'll definitely tell you."

Babuji was happy. Then his eyes fell on my panties lying under the bed.

Picking it up, he said,  
"Bahu! Your panties are lying down here. Even if you take them off to sleep at night, don't throw them down like this. At night, some ant or insect could get into it; when you wear it again, it could bite you there. Just think if a poisonous insect bit you there, what would happen. You'd have to go to the doctor, and he'd see your private parts. So keep it up higher."

While saying this, Babuji was rubbing the panties in his hands. Seeing my dirty panties in Babuji's hands made me very shy. To take my panties from him, I said, "Babuji! I sleep with minimal clothes at night. That's why I took them off. Give them to me; I'll be careful from now on."

But Babuji didn't want to give the panties so soon; while kneading them, he said,  
"Sushma! This is your worn and dirty panties, so how is such a nice fragrance coming from it? Do you apply some perfume in your panties too?"

While saying this, Babuji started sniffing my panties.

This was an extremely erotic scene for me. My father-in-law was sniffing and kneading the panties I had worn and taken off, right in front of me. Seeing this set my pussy on fire. It was a very embarrassing situation. I couldn't think of what to do or how to stop Babuji from sniffing my panties.

On the other side, Babuji had his eyes closed and was blissfully inhaling the scent of my pussy from the panties in front of me.

It felt so strange. My own father-in-law was sniffing my panties right in front of me and stroking his cock.

It was such an erotic sight. What could I do?

Then Babuji noticed the spot on my panties where my pussy would be—it was wet there. While sniffing that area, he said,

"Sushma, daughter! Look, perhaps too much perfume has been applied here. It's wet here, and the fragrance is very strong too."

Saying this, Babuji brought the part soaked with my pussy juice right up to his nose and started sniffing deeply. I was dying of embarrassment.

I couldn't figure out how to handle this situation.

Snatching my panties from his hand, I said,

"Babuji! Oh, there's no fragrance in it. It might smell of urine. Please leave it."

Babuji muttered,

"What a strange thing. Women these days used to apply perfume only on clothes, now they've started putting it even in panties. What times have come?"

What could I say? I just stayed silent.

But peace was not in my fate.

Then Babuji's eyes fell on the cucumber placed on the table. He immediately understood that his daughter-in-law had been enjoying herself with the cucumber. The cucumber was still glistening wet with my pussy juice.

Babuji got another chance to tease me. He immediately picked up the cucumber and said,

"Sushma! Do you get hungry at night, that's why you've kept this cucumber? Cucumber at night? You should tell me; I would arrange something else to satisfy your hunger."

I was melting with embarrassment. The cucumber soaked in my pussy juice was in my father-in-law's hand.

Before I could say anything, Babuji said,

"Bahurani! Why is this cucumber so wet? And why is it shining so much? Have you applied something on it?"

While saying this, his eyes were on my crotch area. It was clear he knew everything and was saying this to tease me. I was just thinking about what to say to deflect when Babuji dropped the next bombshell and said,

"Sushma! It smells like honey on this. Have you applied honey on the cucumber?"

While saying all this, Babuji was stroking his cock, which had now become erect from the talk about the panties and cucumber. It was a very erotic sight. I was dying of shame; I couldn't understand what was happening today. Then Babuji put the cucumber in his mouth and, licking it, said,

"Sushma! You've applied something very sweet and delicious on this cucumber. Licking it felt so good. I feel like eating this whole cucumber." Saying this, Babuji continued licking the cucumber, and his eyes kept meeting mine. There was a gleam of lust in his eyes. His cock was throbbing in his dhoti, which he was pressing repeatedly.

My pussy had also started flowing with juice from Babuji's erotic actions. I felt like abandoning all shame, lifting my nightie, exposing my naked pussy in front of Babuji, and saying, "Babuji, why are you licking the cucumber? This juice is your daughter-in-law's pussy juice. Come, lick it directly from your bahurani's pussy."

But I was so shy that no words came out of my mouth.

Babuji continued licking my pussy juice off the cucumber, licking it clean from all sides. Then, handing the cucumber back to me, he said,

"Sushma! The juice on the cucumber was very tasty. I really enjoyed licking it. If I get to lick this juice some more, it would be wonderful. Can I lick a little more juice?"

Now Babuji had directly offered to lick my pussy. But alas, my bad luck—even though I wanted to, I couldn't say yes, and I ended up telling Babuji,

"Babuji! Please, it's very late at night. Go and sleep. I'm feeling sleepy too. We'll talk tomorrow. Good night."

Babuji understood that his daughter-in-law's shame hadn't worn off yet. But he knew the fire was burning on both sides and getting out of control. The day wasn't far when he would truly be licking his daughter-in-law's pussy juice with his mouth.

Thinking this, he got up and went to his room. And I lay down, frustrated and regretting my own stupidity. God had created an opportunity today, and it went to waste. Today, I missed getting fucked by Babuji.

Anyway, it's my own home. He's my own father-in-law. I will definitely get fucked by him one day. And I also felt that day wasn't far now.

Thinking this, I don't know when I fell asleep.

The next afternoon my husband called. He said he’d be coming on the evening train and would reach around 8 p.m.

Hearing that made me happy too—my husband would be home after many days, and I’d get to have sex today as well. It had been quite a while, so my desire had built up.

On top of that, because of my father-in-law’s behavior, I was really craving it. All I could think about was a thick cock pushing inside me.

But for some reason, along with the news of my husband’s return, I felt sad deep down.

I don’t know why, but the flirting and mischief with my father-in-law had started feeling good. I don’t think I was emotionally ready to actually sleep with him yet, but I liked being with him.

Anyway, my son was thrilled that his dad was coming home and said that since Papa was arriving after many days, we would go to the station to pick him up.

My father-in-law also seemed somewhat down about his son coming back. He probably felt that he might not get another chance to have me. But what could he do?

So that night we went to the station. We didn’t have our own car, so we decided to take an auto-rickshaw.

The train arrived at 8 p.m. When my husband came out and I saw him, my heart sank.

He was dead drunk. He could barely stand. My son was upset too when he met him.

It looked like he’d been drinking on the train.

But by now it had become his everyday habit—there was no point arguing or fighting.

I felt twice as depressed. Looking at his condition, it didn’t seem like he’d even be able to have sex with me. It was like my hopes had collapsed.

My father-in-law called an auto and booked it to go home.

Since it was night, it was dark, and it was cold too. I had wrapped a shawl around myself.

The auto driver had covered one side of the auto with cloth to block the cold wind, leaving only the other side open for passengers.

First, Father-in-law got in. When my husband tried to get in, Father-in-law scolded him and said he reeked of alcohol, so he should sit away from him.

That left me having to sit pressed up against Father-in-law. Then my husband sat on the edge, and my son sat on the small plank the driver keeps behind him for a passenger. Since the auto was small, all three of us were squeezed together. My thighs were touching Father-in-law’s legs. It was dark, and in the auto we were sitting glued together. I took my husband’s bag into my lap, and my son rested his head on it.

So the situation was: Father-in-law was at the far end, with the cloth-covered side next to him; I was sitting tightly against him; and my husband was on the outer edge.

From outside, nobody could see anything. And because of my son’s position, even the driver couldn’t really see us.

As soon as my husband sat down, he leaned his head on the side rod and started dozing.

Basically, only Father-in-law and I were awake.

Our house was about an hour away.

Barely five minutes into the ride, my son also started nodding off in my lap.

Father-in-law looked at me and smiled. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. I understood that something was going on in his mind. This was the first time he had ever sat so close to me. Then Father-in-law pressed his leg against mine.

I looked at him. He turned his face away, smiling.

Suddenly Father-in-law put his hand on my waist. I jerked in surprise.

When I shifted to try to push his hand away, he moved his hand and placed it on my stomach.

I stayed quiet, wanting to see what he would do. When he saw I wasn’t saying anything, he slid his hand inside my blouse and placed it on my bare stomach. I panicked. My husband was sitting right beside me, my son was asleep in my lap, and Father-in-law was doing this.

His hand was inside my blouse, and I also had a shawl over me, so no one could see anything. Still, I tried to grab his hand and pull it out, but he pressed his hand firmly against my bare stomach.

I couldn’t wrestle with him in front of everyone in the auto. After trying for a bit, I went quiet and let his hand stay.

Encouraged by my compliance, he began rubbing my bare stomach.

And as you already know about him—once I didn’t resist, he immediately moved his hand up from my stomach to my chest and grabbed my breast.

I flinched. My husband was right there, and my father-in-law was holding my breasts and mauling it. What could I even do?

I couldn’t say anything. I slipped my own hand inside my blouse to catch his hand and glared at him.

The moment he saw my face, Father-in-law winked. I felt embarrassed. And with his hand already inside my blouse, he pushed it into my bra and grabbed my bare breast, squeezing it.

My situation was absurd. For the first time, a man was squeezing my boobs in public—and it was my father-in-law.

I looked at my husband. He was still dozing in his drunken stupor. I felt angry.

By now Father-in-law had pinched one nipple between his thumb and finger and started rubbing it. My body felt like it was on fire.

I grabbed his hand firmly and pulled it down toward my stomach, forcing it out of my bra.

But the pull had an effect: because he had been holding my breast, when I yanked his hand down, my breast slipped out of the bra too—so it was now out of the bra but still inside my blouse.

I thought I’d fix that later. First I had to stop his hand somehow.

Meanwhile, with his other hand, I don’t know what he was doing. It was on his penis—probably rubbing it as usual.

He tried to push the hand that was roaming over my stomach down into my salwar.

He wanted to reach my pussy. I caught his hand as it slipped into the drawstring area. Then Father-in-law grabbed my hand hard with his other hand and pulled it into his lap. Before I could understand what was happening, he placed my hand on his bare cock. (That’s when I realized he had pulled it out from under his dhoti.)

The moment my hand touched his warm cock, I practically jumped. I had never imagined Father-in-law would dare to do something like this—right in front of my husband and child.

He wanted me to hold it properly, but I clenched my fist and tried to pull my hand back. In this situation—with my husband and son beside me and the driver in front—I couldn’t say anything. I just kept my fist tight and tried to pull my hand off his cock.

But Father-in-law was experienced and strong. He had a powerful grip. He held my clenched fist tightly and wouldn’t let me take it away.

In a moving auto, I couldn’t start fighting him. I kept straining, but no matter how much he tried to make me open my fist and hold him, I refused.

While all my attention was on my hand pressed against his cock, he took full advantage and quickly shoved his other hand into my salwar, pushed it in firmly, and brought it straight to my pussy, gripping it in his fist.

I panicked from this two-sided attack. I couldn’t think what to do.

With one hand, he kept my clenched fist planted against his hard cock, and with the other he held my bare pussy.

It felt like even God wasn’t on my side that day. I hadn’t worn panties, and I’d cleaned myself completely—because my husband was coming home.

But it was my father-in-law who was benefiting from it. He held my pussy tightly.

And as much as I didn’t want it, my pussy started getting wet. As if it has a mind of its own—it doesn’t care whether the hand rubbing it belongs to a husband or a father-in-law. The moment it feels fingers, it starts releasing its juices.

While I was still thinking what to do, Father-in-law pushed one finger into my already-wet pussy. With his thumb on my clit, he began rubbing it. He pinched and massaged it between his thumb and forefinger, and slid another finger into my soaked pussy.

It was more than I could bear. A moan escaped me, though thankfully the noise of the auto covered it.

Terrified, I looked toward my husband to see if he’d noticed. But he was still dozing, drunk, leaning against the side of the auto. And my son was asleep.

Now it was slipping out of my control. Father-in-law sat there as if he were the most respectable man in the world. Only I knew what his “respectability” really was—one of his hands had fingers inside my pussy, and my other hand was pressed onto his hard cock.

I looked at Father-in-law and pleaded with my eyes, shaking my head “no,” signaling him to take his hands out. But he only winked and smiled, gesturing for me to enjoy it.

By then he’d been fingering me for about two minutes. I was very wet. And he kept working my clit.

Suddenly he pushed another finger into my pussy. His fingers were thick enough to feel like a small cock.

A gasp escaped my mouth. As soon as two fingers went in, I tried to stop him with the hand on my husband’s side. That shifted my focus, and the fist I’d kept clenched over his cock opened on its own.

That was exactly what Father-in-law was waiting for. The moment my fist opened, he wrapped my fingers around his cock and tightened his own hand over mine.

Now his cock was fully in my hand. It was so thick my fingers couldn’t even wrap around it completely.

I was trapped—two of his fingers were inside my pussy, and his cock was in my hand, with his hand over mine so I couldn’t pull away.

And to be honest, part of it felt good too. I’d heard that young people or college students do this sort of thing, but here I was—an adult woman—being fondled in an auto, and that too by my own father-in-law.

It was thrilling. In front of my husband and child, my father-in-law was fingering me, and I was holding his cock. It felt strange. I had already imagined having sex with him someday, but what was happening in the auto—I’d never even dreamed of it.

Then Father-in-law began moving my hand back and forth over his cock, slowly stroking it like a handjob. I was dying of embarrassment, but I couldn’t do anything.

I thought I’d squeeze his cock hard so it would hurt and he’d let go of my hand. So I pressed down with my fingers tightly.

I was shocked. His cock was so hard it felt like an iron rod—so rigid that it didn’t even compress. And it was so hot, like it was burning. If I had squeezed my husband’s cock that hard, he would have cried out, but Father-in-law seemed to enjoy it. Looking me in the eyes, he gave me an approving look as if I’d deliberately squeezed him to please him, signaling me to keep doing it.

I felt unbearably shy being watched and “praised,” but I couldn’t do anything.

And honestly, I was enjoying it too. After all, I was a woman, and in my situation my desire was flaring up—especially after days of flirting and teasing with him.

Now Father-in-law increased the speed of his fingers going in and out of my pussy.

For some reason, I wasn’t trying as hard to stop him anymore.

My body hadn’t had sex in days, so getting wet and feeling pleasure was natural.

He started fingering me harder and faster.

At some point my legs opened and spread on their own, giving him more space, and the fingering became even more intense.

I shoved my shawl into my mouth so the involuntary sounds coming from me wouldn’t be heard.

In the middle of it, my hand started moving on his cock on its own. Now he didn’t even need to guide my hand—I was giving him a hand job without meaning to.

His cock was twice as thick and much bigger than my husband’s. In my life, apart from my husband, this was the second cock I had ever held. That day I learned just how hard and thick a cock can be.

When Father-in-law saw that I was stroking him on my own, he took his hand off mine and placed it on my breasts, squeezing and caressing them.

The moment he removed his hand, I thought I should let go of his cock—but it felt so good stroking him that I kept going.

Now, shamelessly, father-in-law and daughter-in-law were both taking pleasure from each other.

I told myself: if this is happening anyway, and we both want it, then it was bound to happen one day—so let it happen today.

I started stroking him faster, and Father-in-law kept two fingers moving in and out inside me. So that no one could see anything, I spread my shawl a little and hid the hand that was stroking him.

Now we were openly enjoying ourselves in the moving auto.

I looked at my husband—he was snoring, passed out. I felt disgust for him and cursed him in my head:

“Sleep, you bastard. Keep drinking. Right in front of you, your father is fingering your wife, and your wife is giving your father a hand job. You just keep sleeping.”

I focused entirely on Father-in-law and gave myself over to the pleasure.

I sped up my hand job; he sped up his fingering and started squeezing my breasts harder. We were both in heaven.

It had been so long since I’d had sex, and the daily teasing and sexy talk with Father-in-law had made me desperate. On top of that, doing this in front of my husband, my child, and the driver—I can’t even describe how exciting it was.

We’d been doing it for quite a while. I was close to climax, and it seemed like Father-in-law was about to finish too.

Father-in-law looked at me and said, “Sushma! Looks like our destination isn’t far—we’ll reach our goal very soon.”

As he said this, he gestured with his eyes toward his cock so I’d understand what “destination” he meant.

I was close too, so I smiled and said, “Yes, Babuji. I feel like there’s barely one or two minutes left. If we move our hands a little faster—meaning if we increase the speed of the vehicle—we’ll reach even sooner.” The auto driver was completely absorbed in his own world.

Father-in-law smiled at my double-meaning words. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it into the hand that was stroking him. I understood immediately why he’d given it to me.

I quickly wrapped the handkerchief around his cock and started stroking fast.

His fingers were moving inside me like lightning.

Suddenly my pussy convulsed hard and I started releasing fluid in spurts. I stuffed more of my shawl into my mouth so my moans would be muffled.

It was the first time my body had released that way from his hand, so a lot came out. His whole hand was soaked. At the same time, I stroked his cock harder and faster, and his body began to tremble too. His cock released a thick load.

I was already prepared, and I caught all his cum in the handkerchief.

But he came so much that even after the handkerchief filled up, my hand ended up coated too.

After a while, when his cock stopped twitching, I let it go.

I tossed the handkerchief onto the floor of the auto, and Father-in-law used his foot to push it out of the vehicle. Since it was night and the auto was moving, nobody noticed.

My hands were still covered in his cum. I tried to wipe them on my shawl, but Father-in-law stopped me with a gesture. Then he pulled his hand—wet with my juices—out from inside my salwar and started licking it, signaling that I should also lick my cum-covered hand clean.

It was an extremely erotic scene. Right in front of me, my father-in-law was licking my juices—and I, dropping all shame, began licking his cum off my hand too.

His cum tasted very good. I found myself thinking about when I would get to taste it directly from his cock.

Just then, we reached home.

My husband and son woke up too, and we went inside.

That night I kept thinking about the possibility of having sex with my husband.

By the time we reached home, it had become quite dark. My son was feeling sleepy too, so we all went to our respective rooms to sleep.

Out of shame, I couldn't meet Babuji's eyes.

Babuji was looking at me, but I didn't pay attention to him. Babuji seemed a bit disappointed because of my behavior.

My pussy was on fire from Babuji's actions; I was eager to get to my room quickly so my husband could fuck me.

My husband had sobered up a bit by then. That night, he did fuck me—after all, how many days had it been since he had fucked me? But for some reason, it didn't feel enjoyable.

When I held my husband's cock in my hand, it felt like a child's little dick. For some reason, my mind kept comparing it to Babuji's cock. And my husband's cock didn't stand a chance compared to Babuji's.

My husband thrust for 2-3 minutes and came. Then my mind went to Babuji's cock—how thick and hot it was. How long I had jerked it before it finally released its load. And here, my husband's was done in just two minutes.

The next day, I continued avoiding Babuji. I didn't talk to him at all. I just silently gave him breakfast and food. Now I was feeling guilt inside. For the first time in my life, I had held another man's cock. And not just held it—I had jerked him off too.

Even though Babuji had forced it all. But the biggest thing was that I had enjoyed doing it. He had fingered my pussy too, and I had enjoyed that as well.

Now it felt wrong to me. I was ashamed of myself.

Babuji was also noticing my changed mood. He didn't do any mischief either. Though perhaps deep down, there was a hidden desire in me for Babuji to tease me some more. But he was quiet too.

Anyway, at night, the same thing happened again—my husband came home drunk and couldn't fuck. This continued for two-three days. Now I kept remembering Babuji's thick and hard cock. But as a devoted wife, I was trying to convince my mind otherwise.

On the fourth day, in the morning while we were having tea, my husband got a call from the office that he had to go out for 3-4 days for work. He asked me to pack his bag.

My mood sank. But Babuji looked very happy. I could understand the reason for his happiness.

A little later, my husband left, and my son went to school.

Now only Babuji and I were at home. I felt like Babuji would do something now. But I stayed quiet and didn't talk to him.

A little later, Babuji went to his room and came back after five minutes. He asked me to make tea.

After drinking tea, when I went to pick up the empty cup, he had placed a paper in it.

My heart started pounding. Like a college girl getting a love letter from an admirer.

I was shocked and came to the kitchen with a racing heart. Babuji went back to his room again.

As soon as I reached the kitchen, I opened the letter and started reading it. It said:

"Bahurani Sushma! For some days, we father-in-law and daughter-in-law have been teasing each other. I felt you were interested in me. That day in the auto, we both enjoyed each other's bodies. And you openly participated and enjoyed it too. But since that day, you've been avoiding me. Perhaps you don't think it's right. I can't understand if you want that kind of relationship with me or not. Your behavior confuses me. I want to have a sexual relationship with you, but I won't do it without your consent or by force. Tonight, I want you to suck my chocolate bar, and I want to lick your ice cream too. If you love me and want to continue this relationship, wear a green nightie tonight. If not, wear any other color. I'll understand your answer. If you want to suck the chocolate bar, I'll come to your room tonight and remove your green nightie with my own hands and show you what a real man is and what real pleasure is. Otherwise, I'll understand you want to end this relationship, and I'll agree with your decision. We'll forget everything that happened so far, and after today, I won't do anything with you. Nothing will happen without your consent and desire. So either from today, we'll play with each other's bodies, or never. I'll wait for your answer through the nightie you wear. Will I remove your green nightie tonight, or will you sleep in another one? I leave this decision to you."

Reading the letter made my head spin. My mind was oscillating between my husband and father-in-law when Babuji dropped this bomb.

I sat there holding my head.

On one side was the companionship of a virile man like Babuji, and on the other, society's restrictions. Where should I go? I wasn't ready to break them yet.

By then, Babuji had come back to the drawing room and sat down. It was certain that if I didn't agree, Babuji wouldn't force or rape me.

It was my bathing time. Babuji's heart was pounding too.

I went to my room, took a red nightie (I often wore nighties at home for comfort), and went to the bathroom.

After bathing and wearing it, I came back. Babuji was looking toward my room with a pounding heart, like a student waiting for results.

As soon as I came out wearing the red nightie, Babuji's face fell.

His mouth became small, as if someone had deflated a balloon. The poor man went quiet. Seeing his face like that stirred something in my heart.

It felt like a lover's love had been rejected by his beloved. Babuji's condition was exactly like that.

No words came from his mouth; the poor defeated gambler got up and went to his room.

Seeing Babuji like that made me very sad. The whole day, Babuji lay in his room. He only came out to eat, ate silently, and went back to his room.

Seeing Babuji like that affected my heart too. I started thinking if my decision was right or wrong.

Should I have rejected Babuji's love or not? These thoughts ran through my mind all day.

In the evening, my son came home and, seeing Babuji, called him from the room and made him sit with him to play. Babuji sat down to keep the child happy.

My mood was somehow sad too. After dinner at night, he was sitting on the sofa.

I was sitting in the kitchen thinking since morning. My son called me to come sit with them.

From the kitchen, I replied,

"Son! Some vegetable spilled on me; I'm going to bathe. I'll come soon."

Saying this, I went to my room—nothing had actually happened.

I opened my wardrobe and took a towel. Then, I don't know what came over me, but I automatically picked up a green nightie and went into the bathroom. Perhaps my heart had accepted Babuji's love.

Today, I wanted to bathe properly. I scrubbed well, then came to the room and did a little makeup. I applied perfume over the green nightie and then, shyly, came to the drawing room.

Because of shame, my feet felt heavy. When Babuji saw me in the green nightie, his face lit up like a thousand-watt bulb had been switched on. Happiness made him speechless. Seeing his face and happiness brought a smile to my face too.

Babuji couldn't say anything; he just kept looking at my green nightie. Out of shame, I couldn't meet his eyes and kept looking at the floor.

My son innocently asked,

"Mommy! Why did you change your nightie?"

Looking at Babuji, I said,

"Son! I felt the green nightie would look better on me. I don't know why I felt like wearing this one at night."

Saying this, I looked at Babuji; his happiness was uncontainable. I couldn't stand in front of him anymore. Shyly, I went to my room.

I went to my room and lay down. Now I was just waiting for Babuji.

My heart had been pounding fast for a long time. But when I went to my room and lay down, and the light in his room went off, each moment felt like a day. I just wanted Babuji to come quickly.

I couldn't sleep. Like this, it became 11 at night.

Suddenly, there was some sound at my room door. I turned my head and saw the door opening slowly.

My heart started beating so hard it felt like I might have a heart attack.

Babuji was standing at the door. He was wearing a dhoti and shirt; some light was coming from the window outside, so everything was clearly visible.

Babuji slowly walked to my bed. He looked around; I turned my eyes toward Babuji's eyes and looked into them.

There was endless shy redness in my eyes. Out of shame, I lowered my eyes. I couldn't look at Babuji any longer.

Babuji was smiling looking at me, and I was shy looking at him. I didn't say anything to Babuji to sit or lie down and quietly lay on my bed, so poor Babuji stood there.

When I said nothing, Babuji looked at me and said,

"Bahurani, move over a bit and give me some space to lie down. See how you're occupying the whole bed alone. You know, today both of us have to lie on it."

Saying this, there was a mischievous smile on Babuji's lips.

I quickly moved back to make space for Babuji to lie down.

Babuji lay down next to me in the empty space.

My heart was pounding. It felt like the decision I had made would fill both our lives—father-in-law and daughter-in-law—with happiness.

Babuji was lying right next to me. There was barely 6 inches between our bodies.

Babuji's heart was pounding so hard that I could clearly hear it. Perhaps Babuji could hear my fast-beating heart too.

This was a very delicate and important moment in our lives, one that would change the direction of our future.

Babuji lovingly asked me,

"Bahurani! What decision have you made? Tell me once again so there's no misunderstanding."

In response, I said nothing. My cheeks were turning red with shame. Out of shame, I couldn't speak. I just moved forward and placed my lips on Babuji's lips and started kissing him.

My answer was completely clear. Babuji was teasing me; by wearing the green nightie today, I had already told him my decision—that I was ready to play the game of love with him. Now Babuji opened his lips too and started sucking my lips between his.

Babuji moved his face back and said with a mischievous smile,

"Sushma! Tell me, what is your decision? Should I take it as yes?"

Though everything was clear now. But after all, I was a woman. How could I say it with my mouth?

When Babuji teasingly asked my decision again, out of shame, I hid my face in Babuji's chest and, clinging to him, slowly moved my hand down, put it in Babuji's lungi, and held his erect cock in my hand.

Then I slowly brought my mouth near Babuji's ear and, moving his cock back and forth with my hand—as if I was jerking Babuji—whispered softly,

"This is my decision."

And squeezed the cock hard. Babuji let out a yelp.

Now I was moving my hand fast back and forth on Babuji's cock, lovingly stroking it, and whispered in his ear again,

"Babuji! I'm very shy to say it. Just don't say anything now. Understand it yourself. And don't delay anymore."

It was becoming very difficult for Babuji to delay now. After all, his efforts of so many days were paying off, so Babuji smiled and said to me,

"Bahu Sushma! Remove your clothes now. So we can start the licking and sucking."

I said to Babuji, "Babuji! You yourself said you wanted to remove my green nightie. Now remove it with your own hands."

Babuji made me stand below and removed my nightie; my big boobs came out because, in the heat of lust, I had already removed my bra and panties.

Then when Babuji made me completely naked, he said,

"Sushma! Bahurani, now it's your turn." I understood, and now abandoning shame, I removed Babuji's shirt and untied his dhoti.

As soon as the dhoti opened, Babuji's huge, thick cock like a python jumped out.

Like me, Babuji had already removed his underwear. He was also in a hurry to fuck his daughter-in-law.

I had seen Babuji's cock many times in the bathroom and even jerked it that day in the auto. But this was the first time seeing Babuji's cock so closely.

What a magnificent cock it was. At least 9 inches long and 4 inches thick. Twice as thick as my husband's. Seeing it so close made my heart bloom. Now this wrestler-like cock was mine. I understood that today my pussy was in for it.

Anyway, nothing could be done now. After all, when you've put your head in the mortar, why fear the pestle?

Now I had to get fucked by this pestle; whatever happens, we'll see. God will take care.

I held Babuji's cock in my hand and started lovingly kneading and slowly stroking it.

Babuji lovingly said,

"Bahurani! I've wanted to lick your ice cream since that day. So, are you ready to get your ice cream licked?"

I went quiet out of shame. We father-in-law and daughter-in-law were now sitting completely naked on the bed. I was stroking his cock, and without answering, I pulled Babuji's head toward my lap.

By pulling his head forward, Babuji understood that I wanted my pussy licked.

Babuji lovingly laid me on the bed and spread both my legs wide with his hands. My pussy was spread open in front of Babuji like bolts of cloth open in a cloth shop.

I closed my eyes, and Babuji started caressing my pussy with his fingers.

Babuji brought his mouth near my pussy and, smelling it, said,

"Sushma! Your pussy smells so good. It must taste good too."

Saying this, Babuji stopped caressing the pussy, moved both hands back to hold my ass, and brought his mouth forward to kiss my pussy.

A current ran through my body.

After that, Babuji brought both hands forward again, spread the wet lips of my pussy with his fingers, and started licking the pussy with his tongue.

Light moans started escaping my mouth.

I also started moving my waist slightly to get my pussy licked.

While licking the pussy, Babuji would occasionally insert his tongue into my pussy and wiggle it.

I was out of my senses.

My pussy was right in front of Babuji's mouth.

After that, I spread my thighs even more and gave him full access to lick my pussy.

Babuji spread both lips of my pussy with his hand and brought his mouth between my smooth round thighs, stuck out his tongue, and started licking my pussy.

After a while, while licking the pussy, he moved both hands back and started caressing and squeezing my ass.

Until now, I had only seen in porn movies how a father-in-law licks his daughter-in-law's pussy and the daughter-in-law gets her pussy licked by her father-in-law.

But today, my own father-in-law was kneeling in front of me licking his bahurani's pussy.

Just thinking this made me so excited that... it had barely been 2-3 minutes of pussy licking when I felt all the blood in my body rushing to my pussy; the veins in my pussy were about to burst.

I started moving my waist fast, and loud moans escaped my mouth—aaah aaah aaah hah hah hah!

Then suddenly my body stiffened, and a loud moan came from my mouth—aaah aaah aah hah hah!

And my pussy released its water.

In excitement, I had pressed Babuji's mouth hard between my thighs... Babuji licked all my pussy water with his tongue without moving his mouth.

I was panting heavily... even in the cool air, beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Meanwhile, Babuji stayed down there and for a while... he moved his mouth away from my pussy so I could catch my breath.

When he felt I was a bit normal... he spread my thighs with both hands and started licking my pussy again.

I felt like flying in the sky.

I was getting so much pleasure that in intoxication, I closed my eyes and held Babuji's head, moving my waist to get my pussy licked again.

In about 2 minutes of pussy licking, the intoxication of fucking rose in me again.

My pussy was releasing water in floods, making my pussy even slicker with my juices. Babuji placed one finger on my pussy; because it was slick, his finger slid right into my pussy with a snap, and he started moving it in and out. Since Babuji's finger was in my pussy, he placed his tongue on my clit. As soon as Babuji's tongue touched my pea-like button, I jumped in pleasure and pressed Babuji's head hard on my pussy.

Now Babuji's finger was swirling in my pussy, and his tongue on my heavenly button—my clit. Such a double attack had never happened to me before. I felt like flying in the sky. We father-in-law and daughter-in-law were enjoying each other consciously today.

In the heat, I couldn't control myself and said, "Babuji, please do something quickly. Otherwise, I'll go mad. Please."

But Babuji wasn't going to listen; he had full control over my pussy and was lovingly caressing my slick pussy. Babuji sat down lower and placed both hands on my ass again, then placed his lips on my clit and stuck out his tongue to lick it, sometimes biting my clit playfully. Now it was hard for me to bear.

I was writhing and screaming,

"Oh mom, uff how hot your tongue is? Aa aa ouch!"

I started moaning badly—si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff. Babuji inserted his lapping tongue deep into my pussy and started fucking me with his tongue.

In the fun, I was completely heated up, so I leaned forward and quickly held Babuji's head with my hands, running my fingers through Babuji's hair, pressing him on my pussy. I could feel the strong scent of my pussy and its sharp salty taste from Babuji's lips.

Babuji's hands were on both my buttocks, which he was squeezing and caressing hard. I was so heated that controlling myself was not just difficult but impossible. In the fun, it escaped my mouth,

"Babuji, you've driven me mad; please do something quickly, otherwise I'll die. How long will you lick? You've been licking like there's rasmalai there. Now stop, please."

Sounds were coming from my mouth. Perhaps Babuji was moaning too, but since his mouth was on my pussy, nothing could be heard.

After a while, my body started stiffening again. It was going to come the second time.

Suddenly my body stiffened again, and my pussy started releasing its nectar right on Babuji's mouth.

I was screaming aaah aaah aaah, and Babuji had placed his mouth right on my pussy hole and drank every drop of the juice coming from my pussy. Babuji licked and cleaned my pussy completely.

I asked Babuji,

"Babuji, you've inserted your whole tongue deep and licked all my ice cream. How did your bahu's ice cream taste?"

Babuji said to me,

"Sushma! I've licked your mother-in-law's ice cream a lot and some other women's too, but the taste and pleasure in your pussy juice—to be honest, I've never seen such a lovely pussy before."

I was very happy. I was panting heavily.

Babuji stood up. His cock had become so hard that it was clearly visible.

I had taken my pleasure, but now it was Babuji's turn.

Babuji's donkey-like cock, for which his bahurani had been craving who knows since when, was hissing.

The cock was throbbing, and the veins on it were clearly visible.

Babuji made me stand in front of him too, then placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I understood Babuji was signaling me to sit. I sat right in front of Babuji.

Babuji's erect cock was right in front of my eyes, close to my mouth, jumping even more from my hot breaths. I looked up, smiled, and met Babuji's eyes. Now my shame was over too.

His black long thick cock was swaying in the air like a bull in heat in front of my eyes. Today, his cock looked even thicker than that night.

I placed my hands on Babuji's cock; as soon as my soft hand touched Babuji's cock, it felt like I had held a hot rod that would burn my hand.

In fun, I started stroking Babuji's cock with my hand like it was my favorite toy. I was sitting below stroking Babuji's cock.

Then Babuji said to me,

"Bahurani Sushma! My cock is quite big and thick for your pussy. When I insert it into your pussy, it might hurt you. So do one thing—take your Babuji's cock in your mouth and suck it a bit to make it wet. Your pussy is already wet from my licking. If the cock is wet too, it will be easier. Will you suck Babuji's cock? Anyway, I promised to give you a big thick chocolate bar to suck. Did you like Babuji's chocolate bar? Will you suck it?"

A blind man wants nothing more than two eyes. And what does Sushma want? Babuji's cock.

Holding Babuji's cock in my hand, I looked at him. Out of shame, I couldn't say "yes" with my mouth, but I nodded yes, pulled Babuji's cock toward me, and moved my mouth forward too.

Then Babuji extended one hand, placed it on my shoulder, and said softly, "Take it in your mouth, daughter!"

Babuji's voice was trembling slightly with excitement; it felt like he was speaking in a daze.

Anyway, that's exactly what I wanted too.

I knelt in front of Babuji, pulled the foreskin all the way back, filled my mouth with the head, and started sucking it.

While sucking the cock, I looked up; Babuji had one hand on his waist and was lightly moving his hips while watching me, enjoying getting his cock sucked.

One of his hands was on my head, which he was lightly pressing down on his cock.

It felt like he must be beside himself with joy at his luck—that his hot young daughter-in-law was sitting naked sucking her own father-in-law's cock.

The way Babuji was increasing the speed of his hip movements, thrusting the cock fast in and out of my mouth... it felt like he was about to cum soon.

I also started sucking the cock head faster by moving my head back and forth.

It had barely been 2 minutes when light moans started escaping his mouth, and he began moving his waist faster.

Aaaah aah hah hah... bahurani aaa... and then suddenly his body stiffened, and a loud moan came from his mouth—aaaah aaah hah hah!

And with two-three hard thrusts, he released all his cock's load into my mouth.

I drank all the salty water from the cock.

Babuji was panting heavily while standing... his cock had gone completely limp.

But I still hadn't taken Babuji's cock out of my mouth and stayed kneeling quietly with his softened cock in my mouth.

I knew that if I stood up right after Babuji came, my dream of getting my pussy fucked today would remain incomplete, and I'd have to make another plan to get fucked again.

Meanwhile, the itching in my pussy had started again, which now could only be soothed by a cock.

So when Babuji became a bit normal, I started sucking his softened cock again.

Babuji also started enjoying it again, moving his waist to get his cock sucked.

After about 2 minutes of sucking, Babuji's cock became hard and erect again.

After sucking the cock a little more, I took it out of my mouth, held it in my hand, started stroking it, and stood up.

I was still holding the cock in my hand.

My pussy had become completely wet again, and intoxication was descending on me once more.

My son was sleeping peacefully in his room. And here, we father-in-law and daughter-in-law were enjoying ourselves.

Now it was time for fucking.

Babuji looked into my eyes lovingly and asked,

"Sushma! So what do you think now? Shall we?"

I asked mischievously,

"Everything has already happened. What more?"

Babuji smiled and said,

"Bahurani! That was just the trailer. The real movie is still left. Now you'll get the real pleasure from this cock. So, are you ready for fucking?"

I shyly nodded and lay down on the bed, gesturing for Babuji to come near me.

Babuji came near me holding his cock in his hand and said,

"So let's do it, bahurani—what we've both been craving for so many days."

I also smiled at Babuji and said,

"Babuji! Then come quickly. Why are you making me wait more?"

That was it—Babuji sat naked next to me.

Now it was getting quite late. I didn't want to take too much time because my pussy was craving Babuji's cock. I was dying to get fucked.

So I said to Babuji,

"Babuji! Your cock is wet now. Please don't delay and put it inside me quickly."

Babuji understood that his daughter-in-law was ready for fucking. So he said,

"Sushma! Do this—place your hands on the edge of the bed and get on all fours like a mare, and I'll insert my cock into your pussy from behind."

I was ready today to get fucked in any position. The cock just needed to go inside me.

Babuji took my naked breasts in his hands and started sucking them. I asked why he was starting to suck now when he had just told me to get into doggy position. Babuji said,

"Sushma! It's like this—your pussy is still small for my cock. My cock is very thick; it'll take effort to insert it. If I lick your boobs, my cock will automatically get harder and slide in easily. And your pussy will get wet too—this way, you'll feel really good."

I understood that Babuji wanted to fuck me while sucking my boobs after making me fully naked. Now both of us—father-in-law and daughter-in-law—were completely naked.

Babuji smiled. I felt very shy and lowered my face.

Babuji lovingly placed one finger under my chin, lifted my face, and looked into my eyes.

Even though I was dying to get fucked by Babuji myself, now that the real moment of fucking had arrived, I was feeling shy.

I closed my eyes. Babuji lovingly said,

"Sushma! Why are you shy? Look at me properly."

I opened my eyes. Babuji was smiling looking at me.

I felt so shy that I quickly leaned forward, embraced Babuji, and hid my face in his naked chest.

And holding Babuji's erect cock in my hand, stroking it, I said,

"Babuji! I was feeling strange. Please don't torment me and insert it inside me quickly."

Babuji placed one hand on my naked boob and started kneading it.

Babuji pushed me a little away and started looking at both my boobs. I was shy, but what could I do?

Babuji gazed at my naked boobs for a while, then placed both hands on them, filled his fists with my boobs, and started kneading them slowly at first, then harder and harder. Sounds like "si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uffhh mar gayi, it hurts, I'm dying" started escaping my mouth.

I screamed, "Si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff Babuji, do it gently; it hurts a lot," so Babuji pinched my pink nipples between his fingers and started rubbing them hard.

I was screaming from pain and some pleasure, but in that pain, I felt a maze-like sensation. After kneading my nipples and boobs like this for a while, Babuji bent down and placed his mouth on my boob.

And clamped my pink nipple between his teeth. Babuji now started pulling my nipples by holding them between his teeth, and sometimes sucking as much of my entire boob as could fit in his mouth. When a man sucks boobs, the pleasure is indescribable.

Babuji was alternately sucking both my boobs while my hand was on Babuji's head.

And I was running my fingers through Babuji's hair while getting my boobs sucked by him. Babuji was sucking my boobs as if they weren't boobs but some sweet juicy mango. Now Babuji was squeezing both my boobs with his hands and alternately pressing them to his lips to suck, pulling my boobs with his teeth.

I was just moaning "aaahhh" from the pain and running my hands through Babuji's hair in pleasure, sometimes pressing him on my boobs. Babuji was unleashing his lip passion on my boobs, causing my pussy to release endless water. Now, while sucking like this, Babuji laid me on the sheet and lay down with me, continuing to suck my boobs.

At that time, I had become so horny that it felt like if Babuji continued a bit longer and played with my boobs like this, I might lose control over myself and grab his cock and insert it into my pussy myself and beg him to fuck me. So I spread both my arms, gripped the sheet tightly with both hands.

But now controlling myself was feeling difficult; proof was my ass now moving up and down on its own. When Babuji would lift from sucking my boob and start sucking my lips, my breathing would quicken, and I would hold Babuji tightly in my arms and say sensually in embrace,

"Babuji! What are you doing? Please stop now."

I was writhing like a fish out of water and on the bed, spreading both arms, clenching the sheet in my fists, screaming tightly, "Aaaahhh jiiii what are you doing? It's tickling aaaahhh slowlyyyy stop na Babuji jiiii stop na please stop aaaahhhh."

But Babuji wasn't going to stop now. I was also encouraging Babuji's passion by cooperating, and Babuji climbed on me, put his mouth in my mouth, squeezing my boobs. He continued sucking my boobs like this for a while.

In sexual excitement, I started "si aah aah ouch mom ouch" and said,

"Babuji, something is happening to me; please do something."

Babuji said,

"What should I do? I'm ready. Tell me what to do?"

I said,

"I'm shy; please do it."

Babuji said,

"Until you say it openly, how will I know what to do? You won't enjoy it with shyness like this."

So I said,

"Babuji, I can't bear it anymore. Quickly insert this weapon into my pussy. Thrust it deep inside me; fuck me."

Babuji said,

"Sushma! What did you say? Say it more openly; I didn't hear."

He was smiling.

I said,

"Fuck me, Babuji; shove it in. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck your Sushma's pussy; fuck your bahurani lovingly; don't hurt me; my dear Babuji, I love you."

I didn't realize what I was saying in the fire of lust. My mind wasn't working.

I was going completely mad. I grabbed Babuji's donkey-like thick cock in my hand.

Oh God, what a royal cock Babuji had, and one hand went to my pussy.

My pussy was releasing water, and I started caressing it.

The biggest thing was the roaring cock between his legs like a lion, of which I had become crazy; my gaze fixed on Babuji's horse-like cock.

In front of my eyes, I could only see Babuji, Babuji. His strong muscular body, strong shoulders, broad chest with thick hair, and the biggest thing—the roaring cock between his legs like a lion, of which my pussy had become crazy.

Truly, what a royal cock my Babuji had; now my name was written on this royal cock. Today, Babuji would cool the fire in my pussy by inserting this royal cock deep inside.

A terrible fire was burning inside me.

I started thinking how and in what position Babuji would fuck me. And how much I would cooperate with Babuji.

Today, I had specially cleaned my pussy. Where there were some silky hairs before, now it had become a clean field. Now my pitch was fully prepared for Babuji to bat on.

In just a few minutes, Babuji, like a bee, would suck the nectar of my youth and turn me from a bud into a flower. Just as I was restless to unite with my Babuji, my pussy was equally restless to meet its cock king.

Since morning, my pussy had been laying out the red carpet for Babuji's cock; there was a slight tingling in my pussy since morning.

Babuji fixed his gaze on my face. Babuji placed his hand on my face, lifted it, and said; when my eyes met his, I looked at Babuji shyly and fearfully, so Babuji said,

"Sushma! Today, without clothes, you look exactly like a heavenly apsara."

Babuji said,

"What's the need for shyness between us two, my daughter. I love you a lot. If you love me too, look into my eyes and say it."

So looking into Babuji's eyes, I said,

"Babuji, I'm shy. But Babuji, I love you."

And quickly saying this, I hid my mouth in Babuji's chest, and Babuji enveloped me in his arms and started caressing me.

I was pressed against my Babuji's chest; it was a world apart. After keeping me pressed to his chest like this for a while, Babuji took my face in his hands again; now my lips were very close to Babuji's lips. Babuji's hot breaths were falling on my face when Babuji moved his lips toward mine, but I turned my face away in shyness.

Babuji moved his lips toward mine again. Now I couldn't stop Babuji; Babuji locked my lips with his.

And clamped my upper lip between his lips and started sucking it, so I also started cooperating by sucking Babuji's lips.

From Babuji sucking my lips like this, my lips became pink without lipstick. But Babuji wanted to squeeze all the juice from my lips today; Babuji held my lips with his lips again.

My nose was against Babuji's nose, and Babuji's tongue was fighting with my tongue when Babuji pulled my tongue by pressing it on his lips and started sucking my tongue; my breathing quickened even more.

The way Babuji was sucking my lips and tongue, I knew that tonight Babuji would suck every part of my body like this. My time to get fucked had come. Babuji wanted to suck all the juice from my lips.

Babuji was sucking the juice from my lips with such fun and skill, like a bee sucking nectar from a bud. Getting my lip juice sucked by Babuji like this gave me immense pleasure, and I put both arms around Babuji's neck. My and Babuji's lips were stuck together badly.

Babuji was sucking my lips badly, and his hard hands were caressing my back.

Today I was feeling a new sensation—that tickling all over my body. My dear Babuji put his tongue in my mouth; now his tongue was colliding with mine, so he pressed my tongue on his lips and started sucking it.

Here only the sounds of our kisses were echoing. My and Babuji's lips were stuck to each other as if glued with Fevicol. Babuji was sucking my lips badly, and I was writhing in his arms, going mad with pleasure.

Now I couldn't bear it anymore. I placed the cock I was holding against my pussy. Babuji's cock was very hot.

A lot of water was dripping from my pussy too. The pussy had become so wet that the cock could go in even without oil or lubrication.

I started rubbing and grinding Babuji's cock head in my pussy slit.

Babuji understood that his bahu had become very thirsty. He was probably waiting for this moment. Because he knew his cock was very thick and big. Since I was getting fucked by my Babuji for the first time, I wouldn't be able to bear his cock. Because I wasn't used to such a thick cock yet. My husband's cock was much smaller compared to Babuji's.

That's why Babuji wanted my lust to increase beyond limits and my pussy to become completely wet before fucking.

At that time, Babuji's cock looked like a mad bull ready to ravage a lush field. Babuji was between my legs, and his horse-like cock was eager to dive into my pond and measure its depth.

Babuji's horse-like cock wanted to enter my pond's depth and see how much water was there.

I was rubbing his head in my pussy. And Babuji grabbed both my legs with his hands and spread them fully.

Babuji's cock head was kissing and caressing its new bride queen, coaxing her. The hot touch of Babuji's cock on my pussy felt like someone had placed a hot iron rod on my pussy.

I was terribly scared too because now my pussy's band was about to play.

Then Babuji gave a light thrust. How could Babuji's bamboo-like weapon go in so easily? Babuji placed his cock on my pussy again and thrust, but this time too, it bent to one side instead of going in.

So Babuji looked at me and said mischievously smiling,

"Sushma! A guest has come standing at your threshold. The poor thing has weak eyesight and only one eye. That's why he can't enter your house. Will you show him the way a bit so he can come inside?"

I also said mischievously to Babuji,

"Babuji! Your guest is welcome inside my house. Send him in; I've been waiting for him for so long."

Babuji said,

"Daughter! You do one thing—hold him and place him at the house door; I'll push him inside. Hold him properly with your hand and place him well; I'll thrust. Okay?"

So shyly I said to Babuji,

"Yes Babuji! But your guest is very thick, and the house door is very narrow; he won't fit."

Babuji said,

"Sushma! Just hold and place him at the gate properly. He'll go in. (Then looking into my eyes with a smile), it goes in—all women take it in, so why not you? The thicker it is, the more pleasure it gives. Just let it in."

I was a bit scared of the thickness of Babuji's cock—how would this 9-inch and so thick one go inside me.

Clinging to Babuji's neck, I whispered in his ear,

"Babuji, please fuck gently; my juicy pussy has only been fucked by your son's small cock; I'm a virgin for your cock's size; my dear Babuji, your cock is very thick and long—don't crush and ruin this bud."

Babuji filled my lips in his mouth and said,

"Bahurani, don't worry at all. Once let it in, then you'll never forget this pleasure in life; there'll be a little pain, but bear it, Sushma."

Then gathering courage, I held Babuji's cock in my hand and placed its head at my pussy hole. Babuji's head was like a thick tomato; it covered my pussy completely. I started writhing; Babuji applied a little pressure with his cock on the pussy.

Babuji's cock wasn't going in; I started squirming; the cock was slipping out.

Babuji said,

"Sushma! The cock head is a bit thick. That's why it's not going in. You do one thing—I'll lift your legs and place them on my shoulders; you spit a little on your pussy and my cock. It'll create some lubrication."

Babuji placed my legs on his shoulders. Now I was completely trapped. I couldn't even move if I wanted. Anyway, whatever happens, we'll see—I thought, took some spit on my fingers, applied it to my pussy hole, and a little on Babuji's head. Then I held the cock and started rubbing it in my tight pussy slit.

When the pussy became very slick, Babuji pressed his head on my pussy. The head started spreading the small soft hole; the pussy walls started opening sideways. And I started writhing in pain. It was becoming difficult for Babuji to hold back too, so he gave a tight thrust into my pussy. But my pussy was so small for Babuji's cock that only half the head went in.

I screamed, "Aa aa si si Babuji gently. Si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff Babuji do it gently; it hurts a lot aa aah."

Babuji lay on me and started caressing my hair and kissing me.

Tears came to my eyes.

Then Babuji filled my boob in his mouth and started sucking, which reduced my pain a bit, so I looked into Babuji's eyes. Babuji winked mischievously at me. I shyly smiled.

Babuji asked, "How does it feel?"

I smiled lightly; Babuji asked, "Shall I put more inside?"

I shyly nodded yes and started kissing Babuji smiling.

Then Babuji pressed gently inward; the head slowly found the way and started going in; my pussy hole started expanding slowly.

Pain started for me. "Si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff Babuji do it gently; it hurts a lot aa aah."

Tears started flowing from my eyes. My eyes widened; I started clenching the sheet in my fist to bear the pain; Babuji slowly pulled the cock out and then gently pushed forward. Pain again for me. Babuji lay on me and said comfortably,

"Sushma! It's your first time in my pussy, so it hurts. But don't worry. You're my very dear bahurani. I can't even think of hurting you. I'll fuck you very gently so you feel good and enjoy it too."

I said, "I love you Babuji; you're fucking me so gently, yet it hurts."

Babuji said, "Sushma! It's the first time in your pussy, so it hurts. In a little while, it'll feel great; from today onward, only pleasure. Just bear a little pain today for your Babuji."

Kissing Babuji, I said,

"Babuji, for you, I can even give my life. Pain is nothing."

Babuji was happy, and Babuji slowly pulled the cock out and gently pushed forward. Now his head had gone a bit more inside.

Babuji pulled the cock out again and gave a light thrust; now the cock had gone 2 inches in; from the cock's thickness, my juicy pussy hole had expanded a lot and gripped Babuji's cock tightly.

I was slowly screaming, "Si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff Babuji, do it gently; I'll die ouch mom aa it hurts a lot aa aah."

I started sliding back and said, "Aaa hhh Babuji... insert gently; it hurts; I'll die Babuji si si aa aah aa ouch mom do it gently."

Babuji started caressing my boobs and nibbling the nipple with teeth and tongue so I could bear the pain.

From Babuji sucking my boob, my pain reduced a bit, so Babuji looked into my eyes and asked,

"How does it feel?"

Smiling lightly, I said, "Hay Babuji, it feels very good. I love you, just do it gently; it hurts a lot."

Babuji smiled and asked, "Sushma! Shall I put more inside?"

I shyly shook my head yes and started kissing Babuji smiling.

Then Babuji pressed gently inward; the cock went about two more inches in.

I screamed loudly, "Si si aah aah ouch mom ouch ouch uff Babuji. Do it gently; it hurts a lot."

Babuji, being experienced, knew I was taking his thick cock for the first time, so no matter how much he tried, pain was inevitable.

So Babuji placed his lips on my lips, closed my mouth, and gave a strong thrust. The thrust was so powerful that Babuji's cock went halfway in. A scream escaped me. My scream was so loud that if Babuji hadn't closed my mouth, perhaps my son's sleep would have broken, and he would have run to save his mom.

I kept crying, and tears flowed. Babuji lovingly kissed and licked my tears.

After a while, Babuji asked,

"Sushma! Bahurani, has the pain reduced a bit? I love you bahurani; bear it a little—then you'll enjoy it."

Sobbing, I said, "Aahhh.. aa h h aau.. aa ...auch si ....si.. Babuji it hurts a lot; my pussy will tear; I'll die; please do it slowly."

Babuji stopped, started drinking my boobs, and kneading the nipple with one hand, giving me some relief. Water started flowing from my pussy, increasing the slickness. After 1 minute, Babuji looked into my eyes and said softly,

"Daughter! How does it feel?"

Smiling, I said,

"Babuji I love you, I love you Babuji, but you've taken my life; but now the pain is less, and there's a slight tickle."

Babuji asked, "Shall I do more?"

I said, "No Babuji, let it be this much. It's enough for today. Next time, you can put it all in. Anyway, Babuji, how much is inside now?"

Babuji said,

"Feel it with your hand yourself."

I touched and said that only 5 inches are in; 4 inches are still out.

Then Babuji started sucking my boobs in his mouth again. Now in just two minutes, my pain ended; I started moaning slowly.

Experienced Babuji understood it was the moment. He picked up my panties lying nearby, placed them on my mouth, and when I understood, he tightened his buttocks, applied all his strength, and perhaps gave the strongest thrust of his life.

My poor pussy couldn't bear that thrust and gave way to the cock. Babuji's cock broke all obstacles in its path and went in to the root. The entire cock went into my pussy, and Babuji's thighs met my buttocks like two lovers embracing.

A scream escaped me again, and the pain was indescribable.

I dug my nails into Babuji's naked back and, in pain, scratched his back so hard that blood came out on Babuji's back.

I threw out the panties stuffed in my mouth and started crying. Screaming, I was saying,

"Oh Babuji! I'm dead. Babuji, your Sushma is fucked. My pussy is torn; it's in shreds. Oh mom, someone save me; Babuji has torn his bahurani's delicate pussy. Babuji shoved his horse-like cock into my young pussy. Hay, what should I do; someone save me; Babuji take out your cock; I don't want to get fucked by you."

Crying, tears flowed from my eyes, and I was pleading with Babuji to take out the cock. But today, for the first time, Babuji seemed oblivious to my difficulty. It was as if my tears or crying had no effect on him.

Babuji lay on top of me like that for quite a while, and I kept crying. Babuji's cock remained fully inserted in my pussy.

Babuji lovingly said to me,

"Sushma, daughter! Sorry for causing you so much pain. But whatever pain was meant to happen has happened. My cock is big for your pussy, so the first time it goes in, pain is inevitable. That's why I put it all in today. Forgive your Babuji. Touch and feel— the entire cock has gone in. Your pussy has taken it all inside. Now it's just pleasure after pleasure."

I moved my hand down to check; Babuji's entire cock was stretching my dear pussy fully and inserted. And Babuji's both balls were stuck to my ass as if glued with Fevicol.

I wasn't getting fucked for the first time, so I knew it was done. My penance of so many days had succeeded. God had given me the prasad of Babuji's cock. What I (and Babuji too) had been craving and trying for so long had finally happened. And at last, I had succeeded in getting fucked by my own Babuji.

Slowly, my crying reduced. Babuji knew my pain was coming under control a bit.

Now Babuji tried to pull his cock out a little and insert again, but my pussy had dried up from the pain.

When Babuji tried to pull the cock out, my pussy clung to Babuji's cock so tightly that the flesh of my pussy started coming out with the cock.

This caused pain again, and I said to Babuji,

"Hay Babuji, don't take it out. Let it stay inside."

Babuji looked into my eyes, smiled, and said,

"Sushma! You're strange too. Just now you were crying and screaming for Babuji to take it out; now when I'm taking it out, you're not letting me."

I also smiled mischievously and said,

"Babuji! It's my wish. Whether I ask to take it out or put it in. What do you care? This guest has come into my house for the first time. What's the hurry? Let him stay inside a bit longer."

Babuji laughed too.

For a while, Babuji lay like that and kept sucking my breasts. Now my pain had reduced. From getting my boobs sucked and the pain ending, wetness returned to my pussy. And I wanted Babuji to start fucking now. But Babuji was acting as if he had forgotten about fucking and just lay with his cock inserted, as if it wasn't his own cock but someone else's in his bahurani's pussy.

I was getting restless. I wanted to get fucked quickly. I said to Babuji,

"Babuji! Enough now; do something. I'm dying. I can't bear it anymore. Start your work."

Babuji understood it was time for fucking but teased me and said,

"What should I do, bahurani? Tell me something, then I'll do it."

How could a bahu tell her father-in-law to start fucking his bahurani? After all, he was my father-in-law.

I gave a thrust upward with my ass to signal Babuji, but Babuji was in a teasing mood, so he stayed like that and said,

"Sushma! What do you want? Say it with your mouth; I didn't understand."

Finally, becoming shameless but with eyes closed, I said,

"Babuji! Enough; don't torment me more. Just start moving the cock in and out quickly. Fuck your bahurani, Babuji; I can't bear it anymore. Fuck your Sushma hard and fast."

Babuji smiled and teased me again,

"Sushma! Just now you were saying my guest has come inside you, so don't take him out; now you're asking to move him in and out."

I also opened my eyes and lovingly teased Babuji,

"It's my body and my house. Whether I keep the guest inside or move him in and out—what's it to you? It's my wish. The guest has rested inside long enough; now tell him to start some work."

Babuji smiled too.

Babuji also thought it wasn't right to delay anymore and pulled his cock a bit out and pushed it in again.

I felt a slight pain; I closed my eyes. Babuji knew my condition but didn't stop and pulled about 2 inches of cock out and thrust hard again. Then pulled about 3 inches and inserted; I lay quietly clenching my teeth. Babuji looked at me and asked with eye signals if everything was okay, and I nodded to continue.

Each time, Babuji pulled a bit more cock out than before and thrust hard in. In a short while like this, his entire cock was moving in and out of my pussy comfortably. Now Babuji would pull the cock out almost to the head and then thrust it in with a powerful push.

Now there was very little pain in my pussy. Whatever pain there was, it was bearable, so now I was comfortably enjoying the fucking.

Babuji spread my legs fully and started fucking with full speed.

His cock was moving in and out like a train piston at 100 speed. I was getting immense pleasure.

I was moaning in bliss and screaming,

"Babuji! Do it harder; fuck your bahurani, Babuji; fuck your Sushma hard and hard. Tear my pussy. It's very thirsty, Babuji; this needy one has troubled me a lot; tear my pussy into pieces today. Aah aah aah Babuji, fuck your bahurani's dear little pussy."

I didn't realize what all I was saying in pleasure. In my mind, there was only fucking by Babuji.

He bent over my boobs and started sucking them. With the other hand, he started kneading the boob. From this, pleasure started spreading in my body. Meanwhile, my pussy was squeezing his cock inside as if wanting to extract its juice. Truly, if an inexperienced boy was fucking, he would have cum by now from my pussy's heat.

But these were Babuji, who were holding on despite my pussy's heat. Hot water from my pussy was flowing down, wetting the sheet.

I started moving my waist. Moans were escaping my mouth. There was pain, but not so much that I couldn't bear it.

Once again, Babuji started squeezing the juice from my boobs. I was getting a lot of relief. After waiting a bit, he started giving light thrusts.

He was an expert at pleasing any girl. A seasoned player, who was not only enjoying the fucking himself but giving it to me too. Slowly fucking, he was sucking my body; I was also running my hand through his hair, enjoying, moaning.

I showered kisses all over my Babuji's face. All this time, my eyes were closed.

Babuji: Did you enjoy it, daughter?

Me: (nodding yes) Hmmmmm...

Babuji: Then open your eyes and say it...

Me: (shaking head no) Unnnhhh...

Babuji: Am I that bad? That you won't even look at me.

Me: (immediately opening eyes) Dare you! Never call yourself bad again... You're my dearest Babuji!!

Babuji: That's what I thought, because you've kept your eyes closed till now.

Me: If you didn't appeal to me, I wouldn't have given you my body, which is my most precious thing. Don't ever bring this up in your mind again.

Babuji: Then look into my eyes and tell your Babuji, "Fuck me, my Babuji, so Babuji enjoys too."

Me: I'm shy.

Babuji: Shy from whom? Me?

Me: Yes!

Babuji: What shyness from me? Now I'm fucking with my entire cock in your pussy. And you've checked with your own hand that the whole cock has gone in. So is there still shyness left?

I said nothing.

Babuji: Okay! Now I understand. Until I keep thrusting my entire cock in your pussy, your shyness won't fully end.

Me: It's not like that.

Babuji: Then shall I not put the whole cock in?

Me: I didn't say that either.

Babuji: Then what should I do? Tell me...!

Me: (in his ear) You've put your everything in my pussy, and now do whatever else is left so tomorrow you don't say something was left undone—that your Sushma refused to let you fuck in this way. Do whatever you want wholeheartedly.

I don't know how these words escaped my mouth; perhaps it was the result of fucking. But the result was that Babuji started fucking me vigorously. He lifted both my legs in the air, spread them fully, and started watching his cock going in and out of my pussy.

From this kind of fucking, I had cum twice. But meanwhile, he was enjoying pounding my pussy. From his fast thrusts, my boobs were jiggling. Sometimes he played with them, sometimes held my waist and gave fast jerks.

From so long and so fast fucking, my pussy started burning. I bore it for a while. But then I started trying to stop him. When he stopped his thrusts and asked the reason, I told him.

Babuji: Just this? You should have told me earlier. I have a simple cure for it.

Me: What?

Babuji: Just watch.

Saying this, Babuji pulled his cock out. And started rubbing his cock head on my pussy hole. My pussy got some relief. A while ago, my pussy was tight; its hole was small too, but now the hole looked a bit bigger. The reason was Babuji's pestle, which had opened my pussy who knows how deep.

I was lost in these thoughts when a stream of urine from Babuji's cock started falling on my pussy. It started hurting me. Obviously, what happens when salty water is poured on a wounded pussy.

Despite hearing my moan, Babuji didn't stop. Instead, now he fitted his cock head in my pussy and started urinating. It felt very strange to me. I could feel the hot urine deep inside me. In a short while, my pussy was completely filled with his urine. There was pain deep inside for a while, but after the pain ended, I enjoyed it.

I wrapped my legs around Babuji's waist and started pulling him toward me. This was a signal for him to fuck me again. And he did just that. He started pounding hard to open my pussy. When Babuji pulled his cock out, urine would come out of my pussy, and when Babuji thrust in again, the urine would stop. It was a strange sensation that can't be described in words—only felt. In pleasure, my eyes closed again.

After a while, Babuji pulled his cock out and bent over my pussy. There was still some of his urine inside my pussy.

He stuck his tongue deep into my pussy and started licking. It didn't matter to him at all that he had urinated in my pussy a while ago.

My eyes were closed in pleasure, and I was in a semi-conscious state.

Then Babuji pulled the cock out and made me stand, put his hands under both my legs, and lifted me in his lap.

And Babuji started giving hard thrusts from below. In this position, his thrusts were affecting my clit the most.

From his thrusts, my pussy was releasing water repeatedly. Believe it or not, in the next 3 minutes, I reached the edge of cumming.

From his fucking, my legs were trembling; my entire body was wrecked. I collapsed helplessly on his chest.

Aaaahhh... was escaping my mouth. In this position, his cock was going to the root in my pussy. He was fucking me by bouncing me like this, and I had my arms around his neck, enjoying the cock moving in and out of my pussy. My pussy water was flowing down, wetting Babuji's cock and his balls, dripping onto the sheet.

Now a strange restlessness started in my body. I understood I was about to cum.

I tightened my arms around Babuji's neck and whispered softly in his ear,

"Babuji! Something is happening to me. I'll die; do something. I feel something different. And increase your speed too."

Babuji was experienced, so he understood I was about to cum. Babuji himself was close to climax too. So Babuji laid me on the bed again, but while laying me, he made sure his cock didn't come out of my pussy.

Then the speed Babuji picked—I can't describe to you all. Babuji started fucking so hard that all my inner veins started shaking.

Aah aah sounds were automatically escaping my mouth, and I was screaming,

"Babuji! Faster and faster. I'm gone; oh my Babuji, I'm dead. Babuji, your bahurani got fucked by her father-in-law. Babuji, pour your stuff inside your Sushma."

In ecstasy, I don't know what all I was saying.

Suddenly, I tightly wrapped my legs around my Babuji's back and screamed,

"Babuji! I'm gone. It's happened to me, Babuji. Oh God, it's happened to me."

And with that, my pussy started releasing its sacred water on Babuji's cock.

It was my first fucking with Babuji, so so much of my juice came out that I felt like fainting. I lost consciousness; I just kept cumming in my Babuji's arms.

Meanwhile, when my water hit Babuji's cock, a scream-like sound escaped Babuji's mouth, and he quickly gave 5-6 thrusts, shoved his cock deep into my pussy. And Babuji's cock started swelling on its own, and then jets of Babuji's semen started shooting from its hole.

Babuji had fucked his bahurani for the first time, so so much semen came out that my pussy filled up, and despite such a thick cock inserted, his thick thick cum started coming out of my pussy.

Babuji also collapsed exhausted on top of me. We both were so tired from our first fucking that for a long time, we father-in-law and daughter-in-law lay in each other's arms.

After a while, Babuji got up and lifted me too. We both were very happy, as if we had found Kuber's treasure in life.

Babuji asked me, "Sushma! Did you enjoy it?"

Me: "Babuji, I enjoyed it a lot, but it still hurts a lot."

Babuji said, "No problem. I'll give you a painkiller now. Everything will be fine. It's your first time with such a huge cock, so pain is natural. Next time, there'll be much less pain, and after that, only pleasure. You'll get used to my cock."

Then Babuji kissed me once more and licked my pussy one last time. Then Babuji turned me over and licked my pussy from behind too.

Now the fucking was done. After everything was over, I felt a kind of shyness from Babuji.

Even though we had done everything, after all, he was my Babuji; perhaps Babuji felt the same.

Babuji wanted to fuck me one more time, but my pussy was hurting so much that despite wanting it, I didn't have the courage.

My father-in-law was experienced. He didn't ask to fuck again either. And kissing me, he went to his room.

We both knew that this love relationship that had formed between father-in-law and daughter-in-law would continue.

I also fell asleep thinking about Babuji's fucking and love.

This is how my relationship with my father-in-law began, which continues to this day.