Helpless Widow : 1 - Sex Stories

Characters :- 1. Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay : 49 yrs, widow, Politician cum Social Worker 2. Sabitri, 30 yrs, Her Daughter, Housewife 3. Suman : Her grandson, Student of Class-VI 4. Snigdha : Her granddaughter, Student of Class-V 5. Subhamoy, Her Son-in-law, 35 yrs, Govt. Clerk 6. Javed Ansari, 18 yrs, Gate-Keeper, 7. And few more supporting characters. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay was married to a doctor of Kolkata and was happily spending her life but lost her husband in a tragic road accident after 31 years of marriage. She was devastated loosing her beloved husband at the age of 49 with her one married daughter and two grandchildren. She couldn't bear this unexpected happening and mourned his death almost everyday. Even at one point, she decided to finish her life, but remembering the innocent faces of her two grandchildren, she checked herself from taking such a drastic step. And realising her acute distraught condition, her son-in-law Subhamoy, her daughter Sabitri persuaded her to come back at Chandannagar and stay with them. Without further delay her son-in-law rushed to Kolkata immediately to bring her back with a hope of saving her life. Yes, finally she returned to the Semi-urban town Chandannagar with him and started living with them. After her husband’s death, her grandson Suman ( Subhamoy's son ) and his parents ( Subhamoy & Sabitri ) were her real support. Suman liked to spend a lot of time with her as he was very much fond of hearing fairy tales from her. While listening stories from her, Suman tried to talk to her on various topics, make her laugh and happy. Actually since his childhood, Suman and his Dida ( Grandmother ) were like friends despite their huge age difference. She had always helped him in studies whenever she'd come to Chandannagar, gossip together and they always liked each other's company. As she was a brilliant woman and he was also well in studies, they always had a kind of appreciation for each other. On the other hand, her Jamai ( Son-in-law ) and daughter always tried to support her mentally in such fateful time. And following the tragedy, she developed a stronger emotional attachment to her son-in-law as she treated him just like her own son. Given their lifelong closeness and his position as the eldest male of the family, he supported her heavily. Sometimes he had to take her to bed when she fell asleep keeping her head on the dining table or on the sofa in the drawing room. It broke his heart immensely to see his chaste and respected mother-in-law in this state. She was once a radiant woman, full of life and energy, but now just after five days of her husband's death, she was merely a shell of her former self. Being a highly qualified Govt Clerk, he showed his huge responsibility not only in Office but also in his own family. He knew he would have to stay strong for her, but it felt like he was losing his respected mother-in-law too. Not being able to do anything good for her, he thought maybe giving her space for a few days would be better. Anyway, that night after dinner, as he closed the door, she slumped against him and began quietly crying. He wrapped his arms around her plump body and pulled her to him. Her head rested against his chest. He could feel her large tits pressing into his chest through her thin white saree and blouse. His own tears weren't coming. Even though he wasn't feeling terribly strong, he knew strength was what his mother-in-law needed at the moment. So, stiff upper lip and all that. "Maa, I'll always be here for you. Moreover, your daughter and grandchildren will also be with you, so don't worry," he tried to calm down her stress. "I know it'll be hard loosing my Sasurmosai ( Father-in-law ) who loved you so much but we all can get through this." "I know, Subha, but you have your own life, family and office. Often I feel ashamed to disturb your personal life, please I'll manage." "Don't say this, Maa. You know how much I respect you and I always want to see you happy," he said wiping her tears with his fingers and hugged her tightly. Finally, it was just Subhamoy and his mother-in-law Satyaboti, and they were both beat. They climbed the stairs, headed to the guestroom. "I know this will sound silly, but I don't think I can sleep alone tonight, either. Will you share the bed with me, please? Maybe hold me if I need to cry?" She chuckled at this last statement. It maybe the only time he'd seen her smile all day. "Of course Maa. Whatever you need from me, just ask. Let me get changed, and I'll open the door when I'm decent." He then quickly got changed into a Pyjama, keeping the same Punjabi on. By the time he was done, his mother-in-law was waiting in the guest room in a Maxi. They climbed in on opposite sides of the queen size bed, and lay facing each other. He reached back and turned off the lamp on the night stand. A couple of minutes passed, and she started to cry again, and whispered to him, "What am I going to do without your father-in-law in the bed?" "Maa, you've filled my mother's vacancy after her death and as a son-in-law I think I should comply my duty in this crucial period," his eyes moistened as he pulled her close to him. He let her cry into his chest once more pressing as he caressed her back, as he thought of how to answer her. Finally, he said all he could think of, which was, "You're going to do what he would have wanted for you. You're going to survive this, grieve, then you're going to find ways to be happy even while you still miss him." Hearing such type of sympathetic and consoling assurance from his loving son-in-law, Satyaboti was melted as she looked at his face with a new hope. Those slowed her tears as she hugged her son-in-law, keeping her head on his chest, and they gradually stopped. "Thank you, Subha. I love you. I'll get through this and I must have to survive for my two children." "Yes Maa, you know how much they love you. Try and sleep." He continued holding her the whole night; caressing her back and pressing his crotch on his swollen mound, in case she woke scared or crying again. She didn't, however he didn't get much sleep as he kissed her soft check like a real caring son-in-law, watching over her reaction. She wasn't sure, but she could swear that her son-in-law was sporting a massive boner and it was continuously nudging her hairy mound. If he really was, it was for her. She knew that it was wrong and strictly taboo in a orthodox Bengali family as she tried to remember the sweet memories with her deceased husband. She felt herself guilty but it felt so good against her heated mound and it made her feel like a woman again. She loved feeling her son-in-law's hard cock rubbing on her swollen mound and against her already stiffening nub. To be continued......