“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.