The next few were of them fucking in different positions, as she could guess her Bouma was taking the photos. The last few ones showed what were the servant’s view, as he fucked her Beyan from behind, while she had her head between her daughter’s thighs, obviously pleasuring her by the look on her face.
Rituparna closed the laptop….. feeling extremely horny with the pictures’ perversity; the family album, forgotten. She went to the guestroom, walking past the servant’s small room, where he was busy preparing himself to bring back his Malik. She closed the door behind her and went back to the guest room, her mind still in a whirl over what she had just seen.
She was horrified….. feeling the intoxicating masculinity of her Beyan’s stud servant in which both her Bouma and Beyan were drowned. But at the same time, not being repulsive with all these perverse photos, she felt herself so much aroused like before.
The expressions on everyone’s face seemed happy, an intense connection between them. Her hand slipped into the waistband of her panties as her mind rewound each photo….. specially the ten minutes video-clip in which her Beyan was enjoying a passionate sex with her servant, until she was frigging herself with abandon and climaxed.
Her Bouma would come out from the kitchen within a few minutes….. and she will talk to her about this later. She and her Bouma had a close relationship, and she was comfortable talking about anything with her Bouma….. even sex and men. Still, this was beyond the pale.
Finally her Bouma finished the preparation of snacks, while she helped her making those. After her son Ankan arrived with her Beyan Sreelekha and Beyai Moloy, the five ate dinner while Selim served them. However she was stealing furtive glances at her Beyan and Selim but both of them behaved normally as if nothing was happened between them.
Even she looked across the table at his Bouma…. but she gave no indication or no awkward looks or blushes that she’d seen their illicit photos and video. During dinner the conversation centered on the recent complications going on in Tollygunge film-industry. And naturally all those helped her to divert her mind from those hot photos and video of her Bouma, Beyan and Selim.
Later that evening, when her son went out for his club, Rituparna saw her chance and worked up her courage.
“Bouma, can we talk?” She asked, taking a seat in her bedroom.
“Of course, Maa!” Oishi replied, taking a chair….. sitting patiently, while her mother-in-law looked for words.
“I didn’t mean to spy, or anything. I was just looking for our family album on your laptop. But… Um… I found a folder… Full of photos.”
“And…….” Oishi said, calmly….. looking at her mother-in-law’s eyes.
“They were you, your mother and Selim….. and well…. the photos were…” She trailed off.
“Explicit? Isn’t it Maa?” Oishi finished for her mother-in-law. “I’m off tomorrow. After my parents leave for the shooting with your son, we’ll have a long talk….. please be patient now.”