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.