The first indication she had that someone else was in her room, was the soft sound of bare feet. She slowly slipped her arm down her face to peek, and removed her arm upon seeing her father-in-law standing in the entryway. He was standing still, very still, staring at her with gaping mouth.
Still a little groggy, she didn’t understand the strange expression on his face at first, and then she saw the bulge of his cock inside his loosened cotton pyjama. She looked down her body, and saw the blanket only covered her legs.
‘Oh Allah!’ Mumtaz gasped, as she quickly pulled out the brinjal from her squishy cunt and kept it behind her.
Being highly embarrassed by her exposure, she tried to cover her bare tit by jerking her Nightie up; but that only lifted the bottom higher. So, along with her taut belly all the way to her dimpled belly-button, her pussy was also exposed. She lay there in a very sexy, non-daughter-in-law way, to her father-in-law’s staring eyes.
“I don’t mind it, Bouma, and it’s only natural for you. I know it’s tough for you to spend so many sleepless nights without the passionate love you were used to receiving from my son,” Aslam said, his eyes instantly moistening as he remembered his only son’s tragic death.
“Yes, Abba, it’s really hard,” she whispered, her throat tightening as she reminisced about the torrid fucking she often used to receive from her young and stud husband. Yet, even in that emotional moment, she did not forget to show respect to her father-in-law. Gently wiping the tears from his eyes with her fingers, she added, “But you shouldn’t see me like this.”
With that as she lowered her eyes in shy, her gaze fell on his crotch…. yes, she could see his cock actually throbbing and jerking in his loosened pyjama. She could feel that it was her hot display which made her father-in-law excited…. and she blushed again.
“So what! You’re my loving Bouma…. and as a father-in-law, I must have some responsibility to cure your distress,” he assured her…. caressing her back affectionately. “Yes Mumtaz, you looked so beautiful and so sexy with a brinjal stuffing in your pussy!”
“Abba….!” Mumtaz gasped, her pussy clenching…. hearing such obscene and vulgar language from her father-in-law. She covered her tits with one arm, her other hand sliding between her thighs to cover her pussy as best as she could.
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“Good morning Ammi,” Just then, Parveen came into her room…. jumping and laughing in joy, still hugging her Barbie fashion doll in her chest carefully. She was wearing a tight tank top as she wished her mother, “Oh Nana, you…. morning to you also.”
“Thanks Sweetie,” Aslam’s eyes brightened as he ruffled her bob-cut silky hair playfully.
“But Ammi, you’re not dressed yet…. I’m already late for my coaching-class and you haven’t dressed yet.”
Aslam looked at his little granddaughter and smiled, “Neither are you, baby.”
Actually Parveen was just wearing an old tank top that was too short and tight-fitting, it left a bit of her tummy exposed, as well as her tight pink panties.
