Chapter 10

Characters participating in this chapter:

1. Smt. Promila Chowdhury: Retired Teacher ( Voluntary ), Widow, 55 yrs ( 36-30-38 )
2. Protima Chowdhury: Eminent Bengalee Singer cum Dancer, Promila’s Daughter, 35 yrs ( 36-28-36 )
3. Palash Chowdhury: Businessman, Protima’s Husband, 37 yrs.
4. Pobitro Chowdhury: Protima’s Son, Student, 14 yrs.
4. Poly Chowdhury: Protima’s Daughter, Student, 16 yrs ( 34-26-36 )

Gurpreet was now drowning in her forbidden romance with her Muslim kid student Abdul ... getting full support from her husband Jaspal and friend cum mother-in-law Ajmira. At the same time she was very much anxious about her debut pregnancy and issuance of her baby without any type of interruption. For that she decided to take a prolonged rest as she applied for an advance maternity leave. On the other hand her two husbands were facing a gigantic task to cop-up with her excessive hunger of sex.

While the sophisticated Punjabi husband was once again immensely enjoying his postponed voyeuristic pleasure with the active participation of the Muslim kid, another type sexual revolution was taking place steadily in The Great Chowdhury Family. Actually it was started with the incestous and kinky activities which we had seen by the initiation and seduction of the family’s senior most member Smt. Promila Chowdhury.

For example, let’s have a look in the bedroom of Chowdhury Family’s senior male member Palash Chowdhury. We could see, he woke up from his sleep in one morning and as usual his cock was rock hard.

He couldn’t see his wife beside him ... maybe in the kitchen, he thought. He wanted to jerk off, but even if there was the slightest of chances of it happening, he rather saved himself for his widow mother-in-law. He quickly got out of bed ... throwing on a shirt and pyjama. He opened the curtains and the bright light almost blinded him, ‘Durga-Puja’ is coming soon, there was no doubt about that.

There’s still not warm enough to go for a quick bath, but warm enough to walk around in his pyjama or Bermuda and T-shirt during the day. Once he was in the hallway, he first noticed his mother-in-law’s bedroom door was open and his gaze lingered naturally ... she wasn’t in the room. How great would it be to just spend the night over at her room.

It had been ages that they had a sleepover and he questioned if his wife or children wouldn’t think anything of it if they would do it again. He could remember those childhood days clearly ... his mother and Protima’s mother were bosom friends and Promila had treated him as her own baby. At that time, he often spent his time in Protima’s house and at night he would often sleep in Promila’s affectionate embrace.

He exhaled a deep sigh ... reminiscing those golden moments. Being able to wake up next to her cuddling smooth arms now, sure would have a different meaning than those moments.

He moved towards the long corridor and he could hear his son talking with his wife in the kitchen. Once he opened the hallway door and stepped inside, he saw his mother-in-law sit in one of the comfy chairs as she greeted him with a wicked smile.

“Look who’s finally up,” Promila grinned as he saw her gaze lingered on his protruding crotch while she bit her lower lip.

8She even licked her lips sensually ... finally looking back at his eyes ... before giving him a sly smile. She shrugged her shoulder so that the Anchal slightly moved away from her heavy chest to show her over-flowing tits from the low neckline of her white Blouse.

“Oh Maa, stop teasing your Jamai ( Son-in-law ),” Protima mockly rebuked her mother as both Promila and Palash chuckled. His wife gave him a confused glance, since she couldn’t see her mother’s face nor what she had just done.

“What!” Palash exclaimed in which his mother-in-law followed up his glance and she replied “It’s inside joke Palash”.

Protima glanced to her mother and back to her husband as he tried to adjust his growing bulge. He walked over to his mother-in-law and leaned in ... giving her a kiss on the cheek. Their family had always been close ... very close compared to those of his friends. So it wasn’t uncommon for them to greet each other with either a hug or a kiss like this.

Meanwhile finishing his breakfast, Pobitro walked over to his mother, who was just 5’3” and hugged her lightly. Unfortunately, she was already wearing the clothes for going outside ... maybe for her dance coaching academy, so he had missed out on catching a glimpse of her 34D’s cleavage.

“How tall are you now? It’d give it a year and you’re going to be just as tall if not bigger than your father,” Protima smiled back proudly at her tall and stud son as she gave her husband the butter-toast and a cup of coffee.

“5’6” Mamoni,” Pobitro replied as he nodded and offered his cheek to his mother for a kiss as well. “A year later I might be as tall as Bapi ( Daddy ).”

“Give it another 4 years at least, buddy” His father chuckled ... staring at him for a moment ... and raising his face from behind the newspaper ... while sipping the coffee and throwing furtive glances to his mother-in-law. His father was 5’10” ... so there were every chances that he would be able to cross him in future as he chuckled back at him.

That day at 8:00 AM ... taking another cup of coffee, as usual Promila prepared herself for laundry. Her grandkids were out with their father at a new coaching centre where they would be admitted for a special computer training.

So not being feeling alone, she decided to involve herself in cleaning the dirty clothes. And for that purpose, she changed her Saree and put on a loosened Maxi. After that, first she decided to go to her granddaughter’s room and started collecting her pulled up soiled clothes.

When she picked up a pair of her granddaughter’s panties near the nightstand, she idly brought it to her nose. The strength of the aroma of her 16 year old’s pussy surprised and aroused her greatly. She could remember that the smell of her grandson’s semen crusted handkerchief had the same effect on her as her left hand moved to her cunt automatically.

A quick check of the sheets revealed the faint tell tale stain of the juices that seeped from her granddaughter’s pussy when she masturbated. She pressed the soiled panties to her nose, inhaling deeply ... and pulling the Maxi up to her waist, she fingered her dripping panty-less hairy cunt. Her first orgasm of the day was short and quick.

Recovering from her composure, she mopped up her own cunt-juices ... seeping down the inside of her thigh with her granddaughter’s panties. For a moment, she had the devilish thought of folding them neatly and putting them back in Poly’s drawer without washing them. On second thought, she gathered up all the dirty items and hauled them to the laundry.

Promila had done the same ... no no even more by Poly’s age but now these discoveries meant she really needed to talk to her granddaughter ... and soon. The very thought that Poly was fingering her young pussy to orgasms regularly caused another, stronger twitch in her cunt.

If Poly was playing with her own pussy, maybe she was playing with her Nepali friend Mahima too. That very thought drove Promila crazy with lust. Poly was certainly old and developed enough to have an intimate relation with Mahima ... in fact a lot older than Promila when she had her first real experience.

Promila used to sleep alone on her double-beded wooden cot in her big room situated at the corner of the ground floor ... just beside her daughter and son-in-law’s room. But when Poly was unable to sleep alone at night in her own room at first floor, which started recently, her daughter Protima told her to sleep with her grandmother.

Actually Poly had the habit of seeing horrible dreams often in the night and crying aloud. So Protima told her widow mother to keep her company while she slept. Promila was very happy to get such an opportunity to share a comfortable bed with her babydoll granddaughter as she loved her very much. Poly too was very much interested to sleep with her, as her grandmother was as compassionate and graceful as her mother.

On one such night Poly woke up feeling a commotion beside her grandmother. She tried to find the cause and looked at her bedmate. To her surprise, she found that her grandmother wasn’t wearing any blouse under her thin white Saree. Normally her grandma wouldn’t wear her blouse at night during sleep when she felt hot. She noticed the Saree was pushed away from her chest ... and her big tits were fully exposed.

There was enough moonlight coming through the open windows and she could see her two big melon like tits clearly. They were about the same size of her mother’s but they never looked big when she walked wearing her Saree-Blouse. She could hear that her grandma was mumbling something inaudible in her sleep.

She could even realise that her grandma wouldn’t like to wear any type of undergarments like her mother during bedtime. However it was very much common for any widow woman in Bengal not to wear underwear unless they are attending some functions or festivals.

Poly looked at those big milk-white tits. They had two brown nipples like two peanuts at the top of her tits. Suddenly her Grandma scratched at her armpits in her sleep. Her eyes instantly locked there ... she had thick growth of black curly hairs under her arms which she had seen few times previously. Although her own armpits were sparsely covered with with blackish hairs, she never thought women would have so much hairs in their armpits other than on their head.

She had seen few porns in her mobile, but she had never seen grown up women naked in real before. She looked at her semi-naked Grandma’s bushy armpits again and she could realise that she had as much hair like her father in her underarms. Normally her father shaved them once in a week while ... but her grandma seemed to be never been shaved in that region.

Suddenly with some unknown instinct, she moved her face to her Grandma’s armpits and she could smell a strong musky but somewhat intoxicating smell. It wasn’t a repulsive one. She felt a strange attraction towards it. The smell contained of soap, sweat and some other animally musky odour. It was stronger than her mother’s cleanly saved armpits who always smelled like sandalwood. But her Grandma’s smell was more raw and very exciting in a way.

She inhaled it for some time ... the smell was almost the same like her own pussy-juices as she felt something itchy between her crotch. She rubbed her own small teenage pussy with her fingers over the panties. Her pussy was also getting hot in the same way that she had started to feel for the last three years. She moved her body towards her and hugged her Grandma.

Poly slept like that rest of the night, and when it was early morning she found her Grandma wearing her blouse and unlocking the door. She guessed that she was going out for her morning chores.

There was a silence for one minute. Then she heard a sound of a splashing. She realised that her grandma was urinating in the common bathroom situated beside her parents’ bedroom. She came back after a few minutes and lay by her side. She again put her hands on her Grandma and it might have surprised her.

Actually Promila had thought earlier that her granddaughter was only half willing to share her bed with her. So Poly’s sudden hugging at her might have surprised at first but it pleased her greatly. With her long fleshy arms she hugged her granddaughter too ... closing her in her loving embrace with a satisfying smile as Poly was gone to sleep once again in her warm embrace.