Rahamat grew up in a sleepy village village of Bengal. He was an only male child of the family, brought up by my his elder sister Fatema and parents. Being younger in the family, he was pampered by his Didi. His only Didi at twenty one was a slightly fatty girl with a very charming face and long black hair. She was well educated and extremely modern.
They lived in a small house at the center of the village. His father worked in a factory at Liluah which often took him to town leaving him alone with the women folk. Since his father was hardly at home and it got extremely humid, the women took several liberties in their modesty at home.
Often he would see his mother and Didi walk around almost topless in just their petticoats or saris. All those activities created hot sensations in his young mind which would affect mainly on his cock. It would twitch uncontrollably and he had to calmed it down through the jacking off his cock. Actually he’d fantasized various sizzling scenarios about his two hot items as he had no courage to express his dreams.
Now he could see the similarities of them in his wife and daughter-in-law ( DIL )….. both behaved like two sisters instead of MIL & DIL. His DIL always showed her great respect towards him like he was her own father and served him tea & breakfast every morning when she was at home. And Rahamat too never forgot to show his affection to her actress Bouma.
But it seemed to him, suddenly all these feelings changed as he couldn’t sleep well for the last days….. remembering her slutty attitude towards him. He had no bad intention towards his DIL since she came to his house first time after her marriage with his son. But after that afternoon’s incident, he started looking her in a different way.
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One morning he was still in bed, naked as usual under the thin cotton sheet. His wife Probhaboti was in the kitchen….. probably preparing the breakfast. The heat and humidity in summer got pretty unbearable and it made sense to sleep naked. He was just about to wake up when Soma walked in with a cup of coffee.
“Wake up Baba, take your coffee!” she said smilingly.
As he strained to open his sleepy eyes, he was greeted by the sight of her almost topless DIL….. fresh from her bath and he could still smell the shampoo and soap from her body. She wore just a white cotton petticoat….. wrapping her hair in a towel while slung another over her shoulder to cover her chest. It barely covered her boobs as they dangled freely under the towel and he found it hard not to stare at them.
Soma was delighted with his gawking but swiftly covered her semi-exposed boobs with her hanging towel. With a frown on her forehead, she rebuked her FIL mockingly, “Oh Baba, stop staring at my chest….. you’ve seen enough of Maa ( Probhaboti )!”
Before he could blurt an apology, his wife stepped into the room. His wife who was in her late forties was an extrovert and bubbly figure with hardly any inhibitions….. much loved by both father and son…… while dotted on by her Bouma often.