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Aslam Khan, a strongly build 58 yrs old gentleman was highly devastated after losing both his 35-year-old only son and 55 yrs old loving wife in a tragic car accident. Not only was he heartbroken losing them at the same time, but his daughter-in-law, Mumtaz, was left almost speechless, unable to believe that her twelve years of marriage had suddenly come to a halt. However, it was certain that his only granddaughter, Parveen, a student in Class VI, was shocked the most, and it was extremely hard to stop her from crying. Immediately after the deaths, his daughter-in-law would weep.... sometimes for an hour, sometimes longer. He remembered comforting her many times.... hugging her in his strong arms.... just like his own daughter, her tears wetting his shoulder. He often went out of his way to hug and comfort her, trying to pacify her crying while remembering the sweet memories of his own wife, and thereby feeling his daughter-in-law's soft breasts pressed against his chest. He felt excited by this but instantly his mind swept with guilt as he cursed himself for his dirty feelings. He guessed it was just his way of trying to offer support each other; naturally, it made both of them become very close. This unbearable state of shock weighed heavily on the Khan family for the next few months, but time eventually had its healing effect as they gradually coped with the fateful situation. Aslam consoled his daughter-in-law and granddaughter and firmly took charge of the household. Actually now he was the sole earner of the family, who worked at a private manufacturing company. Mumtaz, understanding the gravity of the situation, made it her sole aim to raise her daughter and look after her father-in-law, while also managing the family’s daily affairs. Determined to provide for them, Aslam tried his best to secure a higher position and a better salary at the company. So he decided to persuade the company manager and told him about his family's severe condition. The company manager..... a tall, unmarried, 28-year-old Punjabi young man with whom Aslam shared a cordial relationship.... deeply empathised with his situation and compassionately tried to help him. So one day Mr. Sukhvinder Singh, the supreme boss messaged in Aslam's mobile to meet with him at his chamber after office hours. "May I come in Sir?," Aslam said knocking on the door of his private chamber. "Oh sure, come in Aslambhai," he said calmly as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He came before his desk who was looking through a file attentively. "Sit down please." "Thank you Sir," he said politely and sat in a chair opposite to his polished wooden desk and looked at him expectantly. "You know Ansari has put his resignation to the HR yesterday. The post of the sales manager will be vacant by next month." Mr. Singh said raising his head from the file. "Yes Sir, he has gotten a better chance in another company," he replied. "Yes, and now it's in my hand.... whom should I promote to that post." He looked in his eyes. "What do you think? Who should be the sales manager of our branch?" "I don't know Sir." "Don't you want to become the sales manager?" "Sir, I want to, but how can I?" "I'll promote you to the post." "Sir, are you serious?" "I won't be joking in this tense situation." He grinned bending forward, and resting his elbows on the large desk and asked, "I know you want it badly.... and I wish you accept this." "I can't believe this." His eyes welled in tears. "Bouma would be so happy." "Is she at home?" "You know, sir, she didn't have any other option; both she and her daughter stay with me," he leaned toward the desk and looking in his eyes he whispered. "She often spoke of your compassion toward us." "Is that so? She is so polite and beautiful," Mr. Singh said, rubbing his heavily bearded chin. "It's a pity she has to endure a widow's life at such a young age." "Yes, sir, I am deeply worried about her." "Don't worry... if you don't mind, I can take care of that... that is, if you agree to it." "It would be my pleasure, sir. You know we wouldn't have survived if you hadn't extended a helping hand during our darkest hour. We owe everything to you." "Don't say that, Aslambhai. You are a responsible and valuable asset to my company," Mr. Singh said, keeping his hand on Aslam's hand. "I will be pleased to stand by your family during this time." "Thank you, sir. Please grace my humble home with your presence; I would be deeply honored." With that, he rose from his chair, stepped closer, and leaned in. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips near the young man's right ear and whispered something. "Oh, very well, as you wish. I will come to your house this Sunday for dinner. Tell her about our plans," Mr. Singh replied. He then leaned back in his expensive, comfortable wheelchair and rubbed his hands together expectantly. He could hardly believe his luck. It felt almost like a dream coming true.... a fantasy he had harbored ever since he first saw his daughter-in-law six months ago, during the funeral of Aslam's son and wife. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mumtaz was born and brought up in a small town in West Bengal called Labhpur, Birbhum. Her parents weren't rich enough, so like any other conservative parents, they got her married, after completion of her HS examination. Her life was that of a quintessential housewife and her small town mentality was of no help to have a social life in Labhpur. After the birth of her daughter Parveen, the sex life between her and her husband became almost non-existent. His husband was focused mainly on his career in a pvt company in which her father-in-law also worked as a supervisor. Both of them always tried on impress their boss to get the promotion which would raise their social status. Although she was not happy with her husband ignoring them, she could not do anything to make him a passionate husband and a good father. But this fleeting peace was also washed from her life after her husband's death, and most nights she spent restless and alone in her bed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ One such day, as Aslam was walking past the bathroom, he saw his daughter-in-law stepping out of the shower, tying a towel just above her breasts. He stood completely still, his breath catching in his throat and his mouth gaping open. The edge of the towel barely covered her large swaying ass, and water dripped from her hair onto her exposed arms and fleshy thighs. Was this sex goddess really his Bouma? He watched in awe as she walked into her room and removing the towel, she gently toweled her supple body standing in front of the dressing-table mirror.... as drops of water still beaded on her milk-white skin. Her breasts were heavy and ripe with large pink nipples that his mouth watered to suck and lick. Her soft pussy was shaved on the sides, with the slightest bit of curling black hair above her plump pussy-lips. Aslam was enthralled. He wanted to bury his face in that mouth-watering pussy and taste her sweet juices. His cock was throbbing and he rushed back to his room. He locked himself in the room, stroking his hard shaft until stream after stream of hot cum shot high in the air. Months went by and his lust for his widow daughter-in-law grew even deeper. "Abba, I'm going out for my morning-walk.... I've readied your breakfast on the table, don't forget to take that," Mumtaz said one Monday morning, as she walked out quickly wearing a pair of pink Salwar-Kameez. Aslam watched her leave and waited for a few moments. Then, coming out of his room, he looked carefully down both sides of the corridor. Assured that his granddaughter was still sleeping, he quietly entered his daughter-in-law's room and glanced at her Alna. His expectations were met when he found a pair of white lace panties hanging there. He took it in trembling hands and noticed that the crotch was smooth white satin and it was damp.... emanating an intoxicating scent. A shiver ran through his spine as he quickly came back to his room and laying on his bed, he pressed his face into the still damp fabric and breathed in her pussy scent. "Oh Allah," he moaned. "Bouma smells so sweet, so musky and delicious. If only I could really have her." He stroked his large, plump cock. It felt so good in his hand as he imagined his 30 yrs old young widow daughter-in-law's soft lips closing around it. However, in the meantime, after walking just a hundred feet, Mumtaz felt weak and dizzy and returned home within ten minutes. She decided to take some rest in her room. It was then that she got her first view of her father-in-law in all his glory. As her bedroom was at the end of the hall, she had to pass his room, and she couldn't help but notice that his door wasn't quite closed. Finding the urge to look too strong to ignore, she peered through the slight crack and almost gasped out loud at what she saw. Her father-in-law was laying flat on his back on the bed totally naked, his hand wrapped around the biggest cock she had ever seen. Although her deceased husband had a decent size cock, but her father-in-law's was huge, not just in length but in girth as well. She was mesmerized as she watched his large hand stroking up and down the thick shaft. Intrigued to know what her father-in-law was thinking about, or who he was thinking about to get himself off, she looked along to see his face. Noticing he had his other hand over his face, she looked harder.... and once again she nearly gasped out loud when she saw what he held in his hand. Recognising her own panties, she quickly searched her memory and realised that the white lace panties that he had over his nose were the same ones that she had been wearing the day before. Despite the fact that there was no one to see, she felt herself blush when she remembered how messy she had made them the previous night when she had got herself off. Most nights she would have to pleasure herself with different vegetable items.... like cucumber, carrot, brinjal etc since her husband's death and last night was no exception. So, when she realised the effect her dirty white panties were having on her widower father-in-law, she smiled to herself. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the quiet of the morning was broken by his moans. "Oh Mumtaz, my darling Bouma, I wish it was your cunt on my face!" She heard her father-in-law mumble in her soaking panties. And hearing this, Mumtaz found herself wishing the same thing. With her hand sliding down inside her Salwar, she looked back to her father-in-law's big stiff cock and imagined her hand running up and down his magnificent erection. Soon, her fingers became wet with her juices as they stroked between her legs. Aware that she could be caught at any moment, she listened carefully to hear any sign of her daughter from her bedroom that was on the opposite side of her father-in-law's room. She watched on nervously and her eye's focused on the big bulging dark knob that was glistening with pre cum as he wanked faster. Moments later, she was treated to the erotic sight of stream after stream of thick cum shooting in to the air and splattering all over his hand and body. Before returning to her own room, she watched him stretch her dirty panties between his hands.... then kiss and lick the wet patch that she had produced the night before. A few minutes later Mumtaz was back in her room and was soon making an even bigger mess in the panties she wore as she relived the sight of her father-in-law in her mind's eye... Anyway every time she saw him that day she felt herself blush. At one point, Aslam noticed his daughter-in-law's sudden odd behaviour but failed to guess it's reason. All Mumtaz could see was her father-in-law's big thick cock from the morning that day, although in reality he was fully clothed and of course he was oblivious to the fact they he had been watched. A couple of times he asked if she was okay when he noticed her red face which she made the excuse that she was just feeling hot because she had been rushing around. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Anyway, one night, after finishing dinner, she had cleaned the dining table and arranged the utensils. She then refreshed herself with a quick shower and changed into a sky-blue nightie without any underwear. She lay on the couch in her room taking a long brinjal in her hand and prayed silently to Almighty Allah to bless her with a hard cock as she pleasured herself with that vegitable. Very soon, she climaxed thinking the brinjal as her father-in-law's big shaft.... and after that, she fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she lay on the couch, her short and loose-fitting Nightie hiked just above her brinjal stuffed cunt. One of her medium size tits had come out of her Nightie, firm and round, silky smooth, and her light-brown nipple rigid. 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. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "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. "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. "Take your pyjama off fully," she whispered, as she leaned back on the couch, letting her ass hang over the couch, her legs parted wide. She stared at his cock brazenly, watching it jerk up and down, as he untied his pyjama's knot and let it drop to the floor. She moaned out, as she stared at him, seeing his ridged cock-shaft with a dense patch of curly hair at the base and over his ballsac. She felt a tightening in her pussy as her clit vibrated near orgasm. "Let me have it, Abba.... come closer.... mmmmooohh!" She chuckled but he didn't move and stood staring at her wet hole. "Abba....," she said a bit firmer, "Give it to me, come closer.... Please!" With that she reached her hands down to her moist slit and caressed it brazenly. Still he didn't move.... he watched as she spread her pussy-lips further, her finger touching her clit lightly. He heard her moan as he watched her body shiver.... "Mmmmmaaaaahhhh.... oooooohhhmmm..." Mumtaz softly moaned. "Damn you, Abba, don't just stand there! Come here and Fuck Me!" She almost hissed. "Fuck....?" Aslam asked softly. "Bouma, you want me to....." "Yes, Fuck Me.... Damn It!" She groaned, her ass squirming on the couch, as she reached to her quivering tits and squeezed them with one hand and twisted their nipples. "Fuck me right now! I want it.... I want your hard cock in my pussy, fucking me! Come on, Fuck Me, Damn You!" Aslam stumbled forward; his brown eyes bright. When he stood.... actually kneeling between her legs, she grabbed his cock and jerked it, sobbing, "So hard.... so very hard.... I need this, Abba! Please, give it to me! Fuck Me! Fuck your starving Bouma.... Now!" He said nothing, but she stared at his ridged cock and full ballsac. She hated his sneering, cocky grin; he could be a reliable and responsible person, but those made her infuriating. However, before he could do anything, she grabbed him by his ballsac, stopping him from going anywhere.... "I'm so tired of your insolence. You're going to show me your obedience! Earlier you've expressed your responsibility to solve my distress.... now do your duty. Do you hear, Me? Have I got your, Attention!?" She hissed.... squeezing his ballsac a bit roughly. "Now, are you are going to Fuck Me or not!? Looking up at his face, twisted by the pain, she smiled back at him lewdly, as she let go of his hairy ballsac. She watched, as he slowly rubbed at his balls to sooth them, she knew they would ache for a few minutes, but still do the job required.... His balls ached and felt hot, it was an odd feeling.... mixed with arousal.... it felt kind of.... Good, he thought, as he rubbed at his aching balls. Mmmmnnn..... his daughter-in-law's pussy looked so hot. Almost in a daze, he kneeled in between her spread thighs, as she grabbed his hard cock and lifting her pussy at the same time, she placed her hole on his blunt knob. She cried out with delight, when his cock-head pressed on the knotted tip of her clit. "Mmmmmm.... aaaaahhhh.... Mmmm, Yes...!" With swift motions, she slid the head of his cock through her burning pussy-lips, and then lurching up, slipping his cock into her tight fuck-hole. His breath caught in his throat as he watched his cock slide into her slippery, wet tunnel... "Fuck me.... fuck me.... Fuck Me!" Mumtaz chanted, thrusting her ass up and down. Her pussy moved back and forth on his cock easily and her soft, satiny thighs slid against his hips. She purred in ecstasy, as his cock spread and stretched her sensitive pussy lips. Her clit scrapped along his cock-shaft, and each time she moved her ass, his cock head almost came out of her, but she quickly slid it back up her pussy once more. Her wet, puffy pussy-lips sliding along his cock-shaft, his aching balls slapping against her plump ass-cheeks, felt weirdly good to him. "Ohhhhhh Abba, fuck me hard!" She hissed in a loud voice, sliding her pussy down his cock-shaft and grinding wantonly. "Fuck me.... fuck.... harder!" "Mmmmnn.... your pussy is so tight, Bouma.... oooohh, I love it," he groaned, as he gripped her silky thighs, pulling them to his waist, and began to thrust harder into her pussy, his sore balls bouncing off her squirming ass-cheeks. "Allah Meherban.... You're so kind of letting me enjoy such a heavenly pussy." "Ahhh, that's the way!' she cried. "Yes, that's the way your Bouma likes it.... mmmmnnn..... Yes... Fuck Me Hard, Abba!" Mumtaz clawed her Nightie open, pulling and twisting at her hard nipples, her eyes flashing at him, urging him to go faster and deeper. Her pussy was gripping his cock in waves of ecstasy, her pussy-lips clamping wetly, her clit painfully swollen, as it rubbed along his cock-shaft. Wet sounds came from her pussy, as his cock thrust in and out. "Ooohh Allah! Oooooohh, Meherban!" Mumtaz sobbed, "Ooohh, fuck my pussy, Abba.... I'm cumming.... cumming.... Fuck the piss out of your Bouma's starving cunt, Abba!" Her hips squirmed and thrashed, as the ripples of orgasm exploded inside her pussy, the contractions gripping at his cock, wetly and strong. "Ooohh I'm, cumming again.... aaahh, yes give me more.... Fuck Me!" Her hands slid down her quivering belly, her fingers pulling at her pussy-lips, spreading them open, urgently trying to get more of her father-in-law's cock up her convulsing pussy. He thrust into her hard, as he watched, and felt her climaxing on his hard cock, her pussy gripping his cock-shaft tightly. He watched her fingers pinching her clit, and her pussy arching to meet his hard thrusts. "I want more.... I want to cum again, Abba! Fuck Me some more Abba.... ooooohh yes, Don't Stop, keep Fucking Bouma!" She moaned with a shudder as she lay on the couch.... her climax fading slowly. Aslam was more than willing to keep fucking his young daughter-in-law. He began to stab his cock in and out of her wet pussy, harder than he had before, watching her tits jiggle with the pounding he was giving her tight pussy. She arched her pussy up and down to meet his lunges, twisting her hips, wildly fucking him as much as he was fucking her. The exquisite sensations filled her body, making her tits swell, her ass clenched, and her pussy quivered. "Oooohh, you're gonna make me cum again! Make Bouma cum again, Abba.... give Bouma, another cum.... aaahhhmmmm!" she groaned. To be continued....

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