Characters :-
1. Shabana Azmi : Nurse, Widow, 33 yrs.
2. Sharif Ahmed : Shabana's father, Widower, 55 yrs, Partner of Dharmesh's photography business & Swimming Coach,
3. Salim Khan : Shabana's Son, Student.
4. Hema Malini : Childless Headmistress, 38 yrs, Shabana's Friend
5. Dharmesh Malhotra : Hema's Husband, 40 yrs Photographer cum Producer.
6. Munmun Sen : Singer cum Dancer, 35 yrs, Shabana's Friend.
7. Subhankar Sen : Munmun's Husband, Businessman, 38 yrs.
8. Smt. Suchitra Sen : Munmun's widow Mother, 55 yrs, Retired teacher cum Social-worker,
9. Riya Sen : Munmun's Daughter, Junior Student,
10. Ritesh Sen : Munmun's Son, Junior Student,
11. Madhu ( Kamini Hembram ) : 38 yrs, Shabana's widow Maid,
12. Kenaram Soren : Kamini's widower father, Security Guard, 55 yrs.
13. Birju Soren : Kamini's Son, Driver, 19 Yrs.
...... and more characters would appear with the proceeding.
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( Few months back ) Madhu alias Kamini Soren sat on the concrete floor in her room in front of her deceased husband's photo and started complying the ritual of loosing her husband, before bed. She did that almost every night by lightening a 'Earthen-Prodip', few incense sticks and mumbling prayers for some times in closed eyes for the the well-being of her deceased husband's soul.
Everybody said it would be better in time..... that time would heal her depressed heart and she'd soon find the will-power to move on, but it seemed that the only thing time did was make it worse. The first few days after the funeral saw all of them oscillating between numb silence and deep crying. Kenaram tried to be strong for his widow daughter, and she tried to be strong for her son Birju..... the three often just hugged each other for solace and cried in other's arm.
She often found herself tremendously depressed.... loosing her husband more and more with every passing day. Marrying again was only a thought she'd flirted with. And for a woman of late thirty, with signs of how she'd look when she would be sixty..... starting to show because of the constant frown on her face.... it wasn't easy to find the proverbial satisfaction.
A couple of days passed since the tragic day..... that day she was sobbing..... tears running down her eyes..... head on her father's chest as she whispered, "What are we going to do without him?"
Kenaram's eyes also filled with tears noticing his widow daughter's grief as he pulled her more to him who was wearing a Saree only..... without bra, blouse and Saya ( Petticoat ). He let her cry once again into his naked chest to lessen her grief..... while shuffling her silky hair affectionately. He couldn't think of how to answer her and comfort her as his hand moved down from her head to her back. He started caressing her naked back..... enjoying the soft pressure and rubbing of her melon-like tits on his chest over her thin Saree.
On many occasions, he noticed since her husband's death, she couldn’t hold her tears back. He said all he could think of, which was, "We're going to do what Baldev ( Kamini's deceased Husband ) would have wanted for us. We've to survive along with this grieve..... and then we're going to find ways to be happy even while we'll still miss him."
Kenaram felt a strong urge to be physically intimate with his only Saree-Clad curvaceous daughter as he wanted to assimilate with her physically and emotionally. He had this unstoppable hunger to see and explore every inch of her body. Just few days ago he had seen her completely naked through the keyhole of bathroom's door while she was taking a bath. He shouldn’t have done that. But he couldn’t stop himself well.
While peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom, Kenaram was mesmerized by his widow daughter's perky ebony boobs, toned belly, and deep navel. He had wished he could get his hands all over her body and lick every inch of her smooth body. He even had sniffed her 42D sized bra and her dirty panty imagining him exploring her body. But he never got that opportunity and he never saw her naked again.
Slowly he forgot that he had seen her naked, but his feelings towards her only grew every day. He was sure she never thought of him in the wrong way. But he never could stop himself from keeping her away from thoughts that propelled the physical intimacy with her.
One such day he arrived early in the evening from the 'Ashram'. His daughter was standing outside the door. After seeing him, like before she immediately broke into tears in his hugging embrace. At that time, he decided that his daughter needed him more than just a father. She might not realize this right now, but he needed to make a move to show her what she needed.
That day, he helped her to do all her indoor and outdoor chores. The outdoor chores were more challenging as he involved himself going to Govt. offices and getting paperwork done. Her face turned bright to see him when he came back completing all the paperwork regarding her husband's death.
She was wearing her deceased husband's loosened sky-blue T-shirt and a white Petticoat. She must have taken a bath recently as her hair looked damp but tied in a ponytail. For everyone else, he was sure there wasn’t anything sexy about her appearance. But for him, it was too much intoxicating.
Maybe he started fantasizing his daughter since her husband's death.... creating an irresistible attraction towards her. Maybe throughout the comforting, he had with her while hugging her soft body, he found her to be his real soulmate..... or maybe both!
Next evening, coming back from 'Ashram' after his normal security job, he noticed his daughter was crying as before and her tearful eyes fixed at her deceased husband's photo.... hanging from the wall. Noticing that he once again felt a pang of sorrow as he stood behind her silently.
His eyes also moistened as his eyes lingered over her thin Saree-clad round ass-gloves..... he wished to grab those soft gloves and he felt a twitch in his groin. Immediately he felt himself guilty for thinking such wicked things during this crucial moment as he placed his right hand on her right shoulder.... and started comforting her.
Kamini slowly turned towards her father and he wiped her tearful eyes with his handkerchief as she asked him, “How is your day?”
“It's great Kammu because I could engage myself in 'Ashram's numerous devotional works.”
Her face lit up with his comment, and she said, “I am so fortunate to have a pure hearted religious minded father like you.”
He said, “Kammu Sona, don’t say that. We are family, and in the family, when we loose our nearest ones, we must console ourselves and indulge in various religious activities.”
Again, he could see tears welling up in her eyes as he hugged her in his strong arms like before. He held her tightly in his hug with his left hand while his right hand patting her large soft ass over her Petticoat-less thin Saree. With his great shock, he could feel his cock was hardening rapidly with the soft touch of her warm body as he held her tightly..... trying to keep his hot cock against the juncture of her soft and fleshy thighs.
Kamini instantly felt the poking of her father's hard cock against her mound. She shivered instantly.... getting a hard manly cock's touch after four months since her husband's death.... although over her thin Saree as she tried to protest briefly, but he whispered in her ears soothingly, “It’s okay Sona, we are one family”.
Looking at her father with moistening eyes, she relaxed herself a bit and started sobbing in his tight embrace while pressing and rubbing her heated swollen mound on his growing bulge. He held her even tighter and grinding her hairy mound with his bulge as he told her, “I'm here for you, and don’t worry about loosing your husband..... I'll try to fill up his absence.”
And by hearing this, she burst into tears suddenly and hugged him even more tightly while rubbing her mound on his stiffening cock, and he could sense his shoulders getting a bit wet with her tears. He slowly massaged her soft ass-gloves until she stopped sobbing.
After a few minutes, he released her from his hug and said again, “So don’t cry anymore.... from now on I'll try to comply your husband's duty in bed too..... however if you don't mind.” To which she looked into his eyes and nodded with a blush. She gained her composure and said, “Let’s get our supper first, there is a storm expected tonight, and we may lose the power.”
He didn’t know about the storm outside, but he knew there was a big storm brewing up in his mind and loin, and it was going to overpower every rational thought and result in enormous actions.
Anyway, all those slowed her tears and gradually stopped..... as brightness splayed on their faces. "Thank you, Baba ( Daddy ). You don't know just how much you sounded like your son-in-law now. That's exactly what your son-in-law would have said. I love you. We'll get through this."
"I love you, too, Kammu..... now try to sleep." He continued holding her the whole night in his chest.... laying in her bed, in case she woke, scared or crying again. She didn't, but he didn't get much sleep, as he watched her innocent peaceful sleeping face and feeling himself tremendous horny..... remembering their intimate activity few hours ago.
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Kamini Soren poured the last mug of water on her head. Water dripped from her dark black hair and ran down her ebony body in tiny, diamond-like beads. She sighed. Turning to her left, she opened the small window beside the toilet as a faint breeze entered the bathroom. The fresh air teased her extremely black nipples. They began to tingle and stiffen. She smiled.... enjoying the sensation of the air caressing her naked body. She found it arousing and a welcome change from the oppressive heat of atmosphere recently.
From the bathroom's window she looked across her narrow yard to her new Malkin ( Employer ) Shabana's large two-story green house, which was separated from her small three rooms based poor house by a waist-high hedge. She considered herself wrapping just in a 'Gamcha' ( Towel like cloth but relatively thinner ), then decided against it.
It was too hot..... besides, she enjoyed the air on her bare, wet skin. She knew that anyone looking up at her bathroom's window would easily be able to see her ebony color tits, but she didn't care. Actually, it was more than just not caring. The thought of someone seeing her topless, with her black nipples hard and thick, made her clit begin to swell. Her cunt began to moisten.
She reached down and pressed her index finger to her brown pearl, then stroked her wet swollen cunt-lips. She looked over to her employer's house next to hers. There was a picture window and another small one beside that downstairs facing her house. Upstairs, there were two windows covered by curtains..... her Malkin and her teenage son Salim's bedrooms. Anyone wanted to watch from them would be able to see her naked.
She smiled wickedly and brushed her fingers over her left nipple..... remembering her hot encounter with her Chote-Malik ( Junior Employer ) previous night.... and getting a mind-shattering orgasam with his magnificent teenage cock. Although her 'Chote-Malik' Salim was just an innocent kid..... and novice in sex, she was able to train him and in return she got as much pleasure with his eight inches hard cock as a full-grown youth could provide.
Although Kamini was a low-class Adibasi maid, she had allmost a friendly relation with her nurse employer Shabana Azmi. Her Muslim Malkin was also a widow like her who lived with her son Salim and widower father Sharif next to her for almost seven years. Her father Sharif who worked as a swimming coach, treated her own father Kenaram just like his own brother..... and not like a subordinate staff.
She wondered what her father or Sharif Chacha would think if they could know her recent fuck-session with Salim. Then she recalled the moments she had caught their eyes roaming over her only Saree-Clad semi-exposed body. She couldn't even forget those moments when her father had tried to console her..... hugging her in his strong chest.... rubbing her ass and grinding his bulge on her mound.
She could remember her father's huge cock rubbing against her hairy crotch during those comforting moments which naturally had made her excited and she couldn't help but press her moistening cunt on his throbbing cock. It was usually when she wore a Saree only without any blouse or Saya ( Petticoat ).... like most Adibasi women, that would reveal most of the upper portion of her right tit.
Although her father took some advantages of her semi-exposed body..... hugging her in name of consoling her grief, Sharif Chacha had never threw a silly comment or done anything wrong that was inappropriate or disrespectful, but she could tell he wanted that too if he got the chance. The hungry look in his eyes and the profound bulge in his pants belied his polite exteriors.
A rush of wantonness grew within Kamini as she thought about her Malkin's father leering at her often. She remembered an incident a week previous evening when she was crouched over the floor.... cleaning it with a wet cloth piece.... wearing as usual a Saree only.
Sharif Chacha had come over to take some drinks and spend few moments of gossiping which he often did with her father. Kamini could feel her bare tits hang and sway inside her loosened Saree as she moved the cloth-piece on her both sides. She knew that Sharif Chacha would be able to see down the front of her Saree as he stood over her, less than a yard away.
It thrilled her and made her wet. When she looked up, she immediately noticed the bulge in his loosened trousers. Lewd thoughts of tugging his zipper down and taking his hard Muslim cock deep in her mouth flooded her mind.
She smiled as she continued to stroke her slick cunt and rub her hard clit..... remembering those silly moments, still looking out the bathroom's window. Her musky cunt-juice coated fingers slipped inside her tight hole with ease. First one, then another.... filling and stretching her. A series of moans escaped from her mouth as she felt an orgasm building within her.
She had been masturbating a lot since her husband's death. She sighed and pulled her soaking fingers away from her drooling cunt. Her deceased husband became mad sniffing her strongly smelled tanzy cunt-juices as he sucked those hungrily. Remembering those sweet and hot moments, her eyes moistened as she licked her cunt-cream coated fingers off with her snaking tongue.
Six months had already been passed after that tragic accident, which had claimed the life of her husband, Baldev. Friends had told her that within a year her life would take on a new normalcy..... yes, they weren't wrong. Within six months, she was able to overcome from her grief and for that she must be thankful to her Malkin Shabana and her son Salim. She believed if she wouldn't get the love and the sexual pleasures from them, she would have loosened her mental health.
Above all, if the mental support she had gotten from her Son, father and Sharif Chacha, she might never recover the shock of losing her husband. In fact, she might have done something unexpected in order to join him in the Heaven. Without her husband, Kamini often had thought she was lost.... adrift.... but the sexual pleasures she had got from her teenage 'Chote-Malik', inspired her to change that fateful decision.
She was not yet forty.... but her good luck, her only son Birju was already a self-sufficient hard-laboured person who worked as an efficient driver under a Punjabi family. She would never have to worry about money because all the three adult persons of her family were privately employed and earned sufficiently.
Still, nothing could replace the loving husband she had lost.
Her morose thoughts were interrupted by the sudden din of music.... coming from her father's room..... next to the bathroom. She had not heard her father comeing home. He must have returned from his afternoon security job at the 'Ashram' while she was masturbating, she concluded. She felt somewhat embarrassed at the thought of him perhaps hearing her soft cries of pleasure through the thin adjoining wall earlier.
The corners of her dark tanned lips curled up and her clit jumped once more.... her cunt-juice began to flow as she remembered her father's often checking and caressing her thin Saree-Clad curvaceous body. She felt bold and shameless, guessing her widower father hearing her moan as she buried her fingers in her tight, juicy cunt.
She resisted the urge to touch herself. Instead as she reached for the 'Gamcha'..... hanging from a Hook. She wrapped it tight around her damp body. The cotton cloth felt good rubbing over her sensitive nipples and soft skin. The sensations made her clit throb even more and her cunt become wetter. She opened the bathroom's door and went towards her father's room. His door was open.
"Baba, I've invited Suchitra Memsaheb tomorrow afternoon for a snack..... so please come back home as early as possible, please?" She called out.
Kenaram looked up from his mobile with a puzzled look. He turned his mobile's music player off and asked, "What?"
"Suchitra Memsaheb... I think it would be better if she visits us and checks our low-standard life-style, " Kamini said.
"Exactly....." Kenaram replied enthusiastically. "I've already intimated her about our poor financial status....but it's a good decision?"
"I've talked to her few times and see her during our video-calling, but I wish to meet my new mother once before your marriage." Kamini smiled.
"But what about yourself?" Kenaram looked anxiously. "I think you should marry first."
With that, he got up from his bed. He walked past his daughter on his way to the bathroom. She was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed at her chest. Her father had only pushed the bathroom door ajar and she could hear the steady stream of his urine.... hitting the concrete floor.
She imagined herself standing beside her father, holding his cock in her hand while he would urinate. She wondered if he was as thick as her husband was. He had black hair, brown eyes and a muscular frame that reached nearly six feet, so it was likely that he was hung like him as well.
She squeezed her left tit through the 'Gamcha', rubbing the soft material over her engorged nipple as she thought about her father's shaft in her aching cunt rather than her fingers. Above the 'Gamcha' she could see a few inches of her deep cleavage and a hint of her firm tits. She tugged the 'Gamcha' tighter around her, securing it, but did not pull it higher.
"How were your duty today?" She asked him when he returned from the bathroom.
"Good..... so much religious songs and prayers with so many pure-minded devotees, so it was an easy and charming afternoon." Looking at her deep cleavage, he replied as he felt a stirring in his groin.
"You're good in everything..... Now we just want Suchitra Memsaheb come here and took the steering of our Ideal Loving Family, " She replied with a proud smile as her eyes moved down to his bulging crotch.
Kenaram smiled at his daughter's mentions of 'Ideal Living Family' and he sat back down at his bed. "Kammu, I think she could take your mother's place."
She smiled at her father, then noticed the familiar look in his eyes. She had seen that type of look many times before when her husband looked at her. It indicated a growing desire within him and almost always preceded them having sex. Lately her father had been giving her the same look more often and she was becoming more affected by it each time. Her clit pulsed again as his sapphire eyes moved down from her deep cleavage to her fully exposed thighs as the thin 'Gamcha' was just able to reach out the last portion of her big ass.
However very recently, she got to know that she was beginning to succumb to another forbidden desire that was growing within her. It was fed by her son's looks of yearning. This had begun over a month previous when she realized that Birju was beginning to take notice of her more frequently. It began with quick glances at her chest or backside, then eventually grew into lingering stares at times.... especially when he thought she didn't notice.
At first Kamini considered it harmless curiosity that was typical of teenage males. But it soon became routine for his eyes to be riveted to her. It reminded her father's lustful admiration of her and it began to arouse her. She loved her son deeply and he resembled her father so much that she found herself excited by the attention, although she knew it was improper at best. If Sharif Chacha or her friends ever got to know that she was turned-on by her teenage son and father's leering they would be more than shocked. She would instantly become a pariah.
"Well, I'm going to go get dressed, then start supper, " Kamini said to her father, feeling horny and guilty both.
She closed her bedroom door behind her, unwrapped her damp 'Gamcha' from herself and tossed it on her unmade bed. As she padded across the floor towards the dressing-table mirror, she felt her breasts bounce. She stopped and cupped them in her hands..... and looked at her reflection on the mirror.... tilting her head down to appraise them.
She had never been especially proud of her looks, although she knew that men often took notice of her. She was surprised that they seemed to frequently notice her chest because she had always considered herself of just average size up there. Although she had considerably more than she could hold in her palms, that still didn't compare to some women she saw around the town.
"Not bad, I guess, " Kamini mumbled to herself, releasing her tits.
She then put the 'Gamcha' on the 'Alna' ( Steel-made article for temporary placement of Clothes )..... and searching for something to wear. Eventually she decided on a white loosened T-shirt of her husband, a cotton Petticoat and a pair of red lace panties. She knew that no one would see them, but she wanted to feel sexy. She pulled them on, then cupped her mound through the sheer material. She could feel the heat and moisture of her cunt-lips through the red fabric and knew it would be damp in a while.
She turned to look at herself in the mirror of the dressing-table which was kept beside her deceased husband's photo. She flipped her still-damp hair back over her shoulders. Her nipples stood straight out from the front of the T-shirt. She arched her back so her tits strained the thin white cotton. Now she could see the dark outline of her areolas through the T-shirt. She drew her fingertip around her left one, wondering if her son or father would notice, then hoped they would.
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( Next Day ) Kenaram walked out of the huze 'Ashram' after the best day of his work. His heart was filled with hapiness and divine pleasures.... being involved with a large number of pure-hearted devotees.... welcoming and helping them to get down from their cars..... finally ushering them in the big worship room. Anyway, finishing that program while he was waiting in his selected room of the 'Ashram'", he tried to contact with his daughter... but failed due to tower problem.... and that's when he felt his cell phone vibrate and read the message that came up.
'Kena, now I'm waiting at your house and is preparing some snacks with your daughter in the kitchen and most probably your grandson Birju is in his room.... playing videogame. We have something special dish for you and time got away from us..... so, please hurry up.... Love, Suchitra'.
Kenaram looked at his mobile and saw that he still had an hour to go back to his house before his late afternoon snacks. As her daughter was preparing his favourite dish, he knew she had something special plan indeed as her luscious body instantly flashed in his mind's eye and feeling a stir in his groin. He decided he would change into one of his better suits and wash up before getting ready.
He rushed to his house taking his moped and at first he walked towards the kitchen and he saw his daughter preparing snacks but he couldn't see his pregnant lover Suchitra. His eager eyes quickly scanned outside the kitchen but he looked sad not to notice her. However after talking with his daughter for few minutes, he got to know that Suchitra was refreshing herself in Kamini's room.
He didn't waste anymore in the kitchen and just talking with her few minutes aimlessly, he almost rushed to his daughter's room. However all the time, Kamini was smiling mischievously noticing her widower father's restlessness and eagerness to meet her new would-be mother Suchitra Sen.
Few minutes later putting the pressure-cooker on the oven, she proceeded towards her room silently.... anticipating to see something hot.... and to fulfill her voyeuristic pleasure. Before that she removed her 'Chappal' to avoid any type of unwanted sound. Reaching at her bedroom's door, she looked at her right side room.... to her son's room which was completely open. She saw her son Birju was busy in his mobile.
That's when, she heard the low murmur coming out from her room. She noticed the door was closed. She tried to open the door slowly.... applying slight pressure on it... not wanting to let them know about her presence. Yes, it wasn't locked from inside as the door was opened slowly.
As expected, she saw Suchitra Memsaheb and her father Kenaram was hugging each other.... standing in the middle of the room. Her father was already naked and his huze black cock was dangling between his strong thighs.
She was shocked..... noticing her father's massive prick.... She must admit, she was fascinated by her father's Cobra-cock, the first time she had ever seen it erect, long and quite thick with the tip just peeping out of it’s hood. She was mainly fascinated by the discovery that her father's cock is looked almost like a Nigro's cock and no doubt larger than her deceased husband.
She then noticed her father murmur something in Suchitra Memsaheb's ear, at which she nodded.... and then she shrugged off her Saree's 'Anchal' and unbuttoned her front-open blouse to expose her braless large melons. He smiled happily and then lowering his mouth, he began sucking on one of her dark nipples which made Kamini's own nipples harden in anticipation of her father doing the same to her.
“Yes Baba ( Daddy ), suck them”, Kamini mumbled from outside the door, “That’s just right.”
However, when Suchitra Memsaheb reached down and began playing with her father's huze cock, her own reaction was far from maternal! Her immediate thought, of course, was that she should barge in and throwing Suchitra Memsaheb away from the room, she would snatch her father's wonderful cock.
But she couldn't..... yes, how could she..... he was her own father, so refraining herself, she decided to enjoy the hot live-show as she saw how tenderly Suchitra Memsaheb traced the underside of her father's cock from the tip to base with her manicured fingernail. Holding it between her thumb and two fingers, she gently stroked it up and down.
Kamini began to tremble with excitement at that stage.... both sexual excitement and the knowledge that what was happening was forbidden and even she could be caught by her son spying on her father and Suchitra Memsaheb. By now though, she couldn’t help but pulling her Maxi's hem above her tummy and touching herself. She used her index finger to collect the juices from her cunt hole and rub them over her clit as she balanced herself pressing her body on the door-frame.
All those made the middle-aged Santhali widow mother horny as hell..... and she felt herself getting very wet between her legs. Inside the room, her father was moaning quietly. Her gaze was, like Suchitra Memsaheb, riveted to her father's by now very stiff black rod. The thought that tipped her over the edge from a shy daughter to a perverted voyeur was when she saw a large drop of pre-cum oozing form the tip of her father's cockhead..... and Suchitra Memsaheb leaned down quickly.... and with the tip of her tongue, lick it up.
She gasped when her father finally penetrated Suchitra Memsaheb with his mighty sword from behind in doggy-style position.... as she pushed her back with the thrust. Her eyes were screwed tight, lips forced into a thin pale line as his cheeks clenched and her thighs quivered with his thrusts.
Kamini was so much absorbed with the hot forbidden live-show, she couldn't feel that her father had already noticed her presence. At one point her eyes suddenly met his father's glazing eyes. But without feeling any type of embarrassment or shock, her father continued his thrusting..... fixing his eyes on her. She was frozen, helpless, too bewildered to say anything or run away from there.
She was at first definitely shocked when she realised that her presence wasn't unknown to her father anymore. But she could feel that her father wasn't either repulsive about watching him fuck the sophisticated widow. Moreover, she found it quite hot and interesting as she had never seen anyone fucking in real..... indeed it was her own father.
Kamini's breathing became shallow and rapid as she watched her father's cock pistoning Suchitra Memsaheb's squishing cunt. Her own clit was pulsing in a deep hard tempo and she couldn’t stop her cunt from clenching her finger as she felt herself filling with a wet desire. Her mind told her to leave the spot but her feet were frozen, unable to move as her mind filled with a craving to have her father fucking her cunt like he was fucking Suchitra Memsaheb.
She felt disgust at herself as she realized what she was imagining but even that didn’t stop her hand from rubbing her clit and rolling it softly under the balls of her fingertips. At one point she watched Suchitra Memsaheb fell flat..... face down on the bed and her father lay atop her...... still ramming his hard cock deep inside her cunt.... she tensed cumming.
She saw her father reach under Suchitra Memsaheb and her large ass pressed against his loin with his hardest thrusting. She was lifting him with her rearward thrusting while moaning and begging him not to stop. She was really into his fucking her cunt and she couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick.
Kamini herself was close to cumming when she heard her father groan, “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby....oh shit I love fucking your aristocratic widow cunt”. She heard Suchitra Memsaheb screaming, “NO..... no, I want it in my mouth."
Her father immediately pulled out his massive cunt-juice coated ten inches black prick. Suchitra Memsaheb rolled over instantly as her father straddled her chest and began stroking his cock. She saw Suchitra Memsaheb grabbed the fearful dick at it's middle and began sucking wildly on it's head as she stroked it rapidly.
Her father grabbed Suchitra Memsaheb's head as he fucked her mouth with forceful strokes and then groaned loudly while she sucked only on his swollen glans. Suddenly he cummed down with a deep groan from his orgasm.... head dropping.... eyes closing and unable to focus on his daughter's spying who was still consumed in her self-pleasuring.
Kamini knew Suchitra Memsaheb was gulping her father's cum directly from the cockhead as he pumped into her tightly sucking mouth. His ass cheeks clenched tightly as his hips thrust and held his dick in her mouth while her throat contracted and swallowed often. Knowing she was siphoning her father's cum from his balls.... sent the Adibasi widow into a shattering orgasm that bent her into a fetal position before her knees gave out and she dropped to her knees.... trying desperately to stifle her moans.
When Kamini opened her eyes, she could see her father opening the door completely and walking out nude..... wrapping a towel around his waist that hung open at the front. He had an approving smile etched on his face as he saw her hand moving on her clit, hips lifting, out-turning as she cum. Seeing her father and knowing he was watching her, caused her to groan further as her thighs straightened and she began shaking violently.... she started cumming harder than ever before in her life.
She wanted to stop but couldn’t help herself from cumming as the intense pleasure at her cunt was overwhelming. All she could do was watch her father's dick sway beneath his open towel and she gripped her cunt tightly as her fingers pressed deep into her flooding cunt. Her probing fingers raked her G-spot as her mind refused to send the signals that would allow her to stop and run in embarrassment. She couldn’t stop cumming.... couldn’t move except to respond to the spasms gripping and immobilizing her.
She couldn’t believe her father hadn’t yelled at her or anything for spying on him. Instead he looked like he wanted to fuck her right there. She saw her father close the door behind him and put his finger to his lips and motion, 'Shhhhhh......' before stroking his cock as he watched her intently..... and he once again became hard.
'No, No, ' Her mind cried in shame and guilty feelings as she realized her father was masturbating to the sight of her plight. His eyes gleamed with his arousement as his hand flew along his cock.
"Arrrrgg.... hhhhH....." She couldn't restrain herself in moaning loudly as her orgasm intensified with the sight before her.
Her father's chest was lifting and falling quickly and then he stiffened.... his cockhead swelling hugely as his hips out-thrust and a deep groan escaped his lips as his balls jerked visibly. His hand stroked swiftly for a few strokes before a long stream of pearlescent white cum streamed from the tip to land directly on the fingers rubbing her clit.
Her mind seemed to melt as she rubbed her father's hot sticky cum onto her clit slickly.... causing wild sensations to permeate her entire being. He quickly stepped forward and the white stream hanging from his dick draped up her belly as he quickly covered her tits... from her cunt to her tits.... finally to her face. Each hot load had her continuing to tense and shake.
Kamini finally calmed down enough that she could rise and walk on weak legs back to the kitchen. Once there, she lay on the marble kitchen top and allowed her hands to rub her father's cum all over her tits, face.... and down over her cunt.
She couldn’t get the sight of her own father jacking off over her out of her mind and soon she was again lost to the carnal throes of her body. She liked the way it made her feel knowing he wanted to put his big dick in her and fuck her cunt. She knew no matter how afraid she was she wanted her father to fuck her, to feel his hard cock.... filling her cunt and cumming inside her.
Her father's dick was huge compared to her deceased husband and her Chote-Malik Salim. She'd cummed thinking of how it would feel inside her all hot and throbbing. The thought had her hand again twirling her clit and cumming until she collapsed back onto the marble top gasping for breath.
She knew it was wrong at so many levels but she loved her father and she knew he loved her too.... so why shouldn’t they express it physically. She knew she was kidding herself about the love part influencing her and she just wanted to feel what Suchitra Memsaheb had felt earlier.
The thought of her father cumming in her mouth, her cunt or her ass just made her crave it. She knew her door would be unlocked from now, she just wondered what he would do if he did come to her tonight. Her cunt thrilled at the forbidden possibility. She lay back and closed her eyes as her breathing evened and she thought, 'I must have to take a shower in a few minutes'. But she couldn't move and was fast asleep in less than two minutes as she lay there with cum drying over her entire frontal area.
Meanwhile, her father Kenaram pissed in the bathroom while stroking his dick.... and remembering how his widow daughter had cum, how beautiful she was as her body betrayed her and wouldn’t stop cumming even though she was embarrassed by his watching. Her inability to stop as he watched her only intensified her orgasms. He saw the need for his cock displayed in an agonized pleading in her eyes as she watched him stroke his dick over her.
He couldn’t wait to enjoy his widow daughter's starving cunt while experiencing her inner passion. He was sure she was even hotter than his sophisticated pregnant lover Suchitra Sen. He already had a wicked vision of his daughter and Suchitra eating each other’s cunt while he'd fucked his daughter..... and so many threesome possibilities.... his dick started aching for his daughter.
Continued.......