“Will you two…. please leave the room, so I can get up and readied myself?” Mumtaz said…. her voice breaking, as her eyes stared still at the lump in her father-in-law’s crotch.
“Okay Ammi,” Parveen smiled, as she turned to go back to her room to change her dress, leaving her mother and grandfather alone.
“You too, Abba…. please,” she said in a whispery voice.
“I don’t wanna go,” he replied…. with a little bit of raspy voice. “I wanna see some more, Bouma.”
A flare of anger ignited in her and she didn’t like his arrogance. But he is her respected father-in-law…. her revered supirior and man of the house…. she shouldn’t disobey him. However, her gaze moved to his bulge again…. his cock was obviously hard, and her pussy was pulsating against her palm, her straining clit throbbing.
She took her arm from her tits and straitened the Nightie to cover them, but her nipples were very hard, jutting upright with desire. Her cleavage showed a tantalizing view of creamy rounded flesh. He stared at her tits, his cock appearing to get even harder, now creating a huze tent at his crotch, but he made no attempt to hide it.
“Abba….,” Mumtaz whispered again, taking her hand away from her pussy.
She sat up, her legs together. Her dark brown eyes blazed with heat, and with hunger…. her desire for release overpowered her rational mind. Her desire and arousal were too much to resist. She spread her plump thighs to her father-in-law’s lustful piercing eyes….
“Ooohh, Bouma!” he moaned, as he stared at her fully exposed pussy.
The long thick pussy-lips were parted slightly, her hard clit and distended pussy-lips were wet and glistening. His hand went to his tent, as he squeezed it lightly. She licked her lips, her eyes nearly closing seductively, as the wetness boiled inside her pussy. She felt powerless to resist her animalistic urges.
“Take it…. take it out, Abba…. I want to see it,” Mumtaz said, her voice quivering.
“Don’t you want to take it out by yourself, Bouma?” He teased in a harsh voice…. looking straight at her eyes and pushing his bulge obscenely to her flushed face. “Or do you want me to take my….?”
“Your cock!” She whispered. “Yes, your Lund, please take out, Abba!”
With that she spread her thighs wider, and leaned back…. scooting her ass to the edge of the couch. Her pink hole glistened with her wetness, and his eyes were drawn to it like a magnet, he was sure that he saw her pussy lips quiver.
He stared at her bare pussy. He gazed at her little patch of short, dark pussy hair and the puffy hairless cunt-lips beneath, the tip of her clit was sticking out. She said nothing, as she watched him intently, her hot eyes scanning from the huze tent in his pyjama to his blazing brown eyes.
Aslam reached for his zipper, slowly pulled it down, and without taking his eyes off from her gaping hole. He slipped his hand in the fly, and tugged his hard cock out of his pyjama. Mumtaz moaned when she saw it, and then gasped, as he revealed the full length of his cock to her. This time it wasn’t partly hidden by her soiled panties. It wasn’t as thick as her husband’s, but it was bigger than she expected it to be.
