Chapter 12

Completing the rehearsal of a religious song at the studio which would be recorded for a big-budget Bengali film after two days, the famous Bengalee singer cum dancer Protima Chowdhury came back to her home hiring a cab. Entering the house, she opened the main gate with the duplicate key she always keeps with her and after that she slid the glass panel of the main entrance.

Her husband would be still in his shop ... she thought and her two kids must be in the school ... but, where was her mother? She could see neither Aslam Chacha nor her mother anywhere. Actually since her mother’s staying with her, she noticed Aslam Chacha often comes to her house and chats with her mother.

She took the matter casually realising her mother’s loneliness ... however she could also notice his special compassion for her widow mother. Her mother too liked his company as a bright glow spread all over her face during their gossips. And noticing their closeness, she often thought about an alternative and amusing thing ... after getting a request from him one day.

Yes, he wanted to marry her widow mother. Although her family had maintained a cordial relationship with his family due to her longtime friendship with his daughter Ajmira, she was at first flinched with his unexpected proposal. If he would marry her mother, is it possible for her to address a Muslim as her ‘Father’ ... actually ‘Stepfather’. And what about the society ... the public would surely make the marriage in a dirty fuss.

But realising her mother’s sleepless nights, her craving for sex, her hot sex-session with her teenage daughter Poly, she finally decided to throw all the related flaws of the inter-caste marriage. She saw her mother stroking her horny cunt with candle or vegetables several nights and felt sorry for her unfulfilled carnal desires. So, getting the marriage proposal from Aslam Chacha, she could see the most amicable solution of relieving her affectionate mother’s stress.

Anyway, brushing away the matter from her conflicting mind, she walked through the long corridor. Even peeking in her mother’s room at the last moment, she tried to find her out. But she didn’t see her anywhere and she began to worry where her mother would have to go. She remembered her mother once saying she might go to the ‘Ashram’ to solace her distressed mind and be back soon. Didn’t she come back? She tried to contact with her mobile ... no, her mother’s mobile wasn’t reachable.

She looked around all the possible corners of ground floor anxiously but couldn’t trace her anywhere. God! where could she go? Once she thought she’d asked her husband if he had any idea where her mother would have to go. With a deep sigh, she moved towards the stairs ... and reaching at first floor, she turned to the guest room to take some rest when she suddenly heard a low moan coming from that room. Being concerned about a thief’s trespassing, she moved to the guest room without making a noise. As she peeked inside the slightly open doors of the room ... she jumped in shock.

“OH MY GOD!” A low pitched gasp came instantly from her mouth.

Protima saw the most shocking sight she thought she would never see. Her naked mother was straddling her naked husband and pounding him madly with closed eyes and gaping mouth. Her husband was sucking hard one of her mother’s darkened nipples and thrusting his pelvis into her from below.

She almost fainted in her sudden discovery and fell back against the door frame as she balanced her trembling figure by clutching it. How her mother could be doing that with her husband? And how her husband could cheat on her ... and what about her mother? At first she thought to burst into her outraged anger into the room and throw them from her house ... but instantly she checked herself remembering her own escapades with Aslam Chacha ( That’s an another story ) and it’s afterwards impact on her family.

Yes, that would destroy her family’s reputation and she would have no option other than killing herself ... so with a repressed mind, she decided to see their activities further. She stared in disbelief at the couple in bulging eyes. Although she was very much accustomed with porn ... a vivid watcher of that ... specially the incest-porns, she never thought she would have to see her own mother and her husband in such a way.

Protima could see her mother sit up on her husband’s crotch ... still embedded her husband’s cock in her cunt and leaned back with her hands on his legs. She rocked hard on his raging cock ... moaning and panting for breath in the heat of the taboo lust. Her mother’s huze tits were bouncing and jiggling with her movements. The brown nipples pointed to her laid husband and looked to be almost an inch ... they were slightly darker than her areolas.

Palash’s cock was only briefly seen as his mother-in-law rocked hard on his lap. The full length was never visible with her keeping him deeply inside her. He thrust up from below into his groaning mother-in-law ... with closed eyes and not knowing he was being watched now by his wife. He held onto his MIL’s big hips ... pulling her tighter to him, if that were possible. He was trying to match with her movements perfectly ... thrusting in when she rocked down.

Protima suddenly felt her face becomes flush. Was she flushed with excitement or flush from the shock of her mother’s sex with her husband. No this was all wrong ... she shouldn’t be thinking like that and what she was watching then should not be happening. Her mother shouldn’t be fucking her own son-in-law. That was cheating...

But, what happened to her? Oh God! She couldn’t take her eyes off from the odd couple.

She should run but her feet would not allow her to do so. Leaning against the door frame her hands slowly rubbed her inner thighs. Her mind was in a fog and she didn’t know what to think. Everything she had known or believed seemed to be tossed out the window. Her hands caressing her skin and the view before her caused a shiver in her body. It ran down her spine that ended up between her legs and clit.

‘Oh Almighty! All this was so wrong and naughty.’ Protima thought ... cursing her depraved lust.

Almost in hypnotized, she entered the room and resting her back on the wall, she started rubbing her own itching cunt over her Saree-Saya. At one point, she couldn’t help herself as she pulled her Saree-Saya up and tucked them at her waist. Then spreading her legs and slightly thrusting her pelvis forward, she cupped her panty covered mound ... and gave it a squeeze. The shiver that had ended there now radiated through her whole body.

She felt a heat that was very intense. Her nipples strained to be free and felt like they would burst through the blouse on their own. She quickly pushed away the ‘Aanchal’ ( Last Portion of Saree ) from her chest and removed the tight blouse frantically. Cupping one of her tits with her hand, she fondled it through the lace bra as she started rubbing up and down over her mound with her other hand.

At one point, she lifted the bra-cup up over her tits ... and exposed them to her hand for better caressing. Her other hand pulled down her already soaking panties and she slid a finger between her wet cunt-lips ... pressing against the distended clit. She jumped when she touched it and she grew even wetter.

The unmatched lovers on the bed were unaware that Protima was masturbating while watching their lovemaking in glazed eyes. The widow mother-in-law grounded hard against her son-in-law’s crotch while he helped her by lifting her voluptuous body. His hands held her hips tightly as she bounced on his hard body. His cock and hips were slick with her cunt-juices. Their breaths were heavy and laboured ... glistened with perspiration.

The tall and buxom widow began to quiver and her body shivered as she grounded onto her son-in-law madly. She literally gushed with a loud scream when she climaxed ... her juices almost covered her son-in-law’s hairy crotch. Feeling her juices and her cunt pulsating tightly around his thrusting cock, Palash suddenly started exploding as he pumped his virile seed into her fertile cunt.

When Protima saw them climaxing in unison, she was panicked ... it was beyond her imagination. She thought, ‘My mother might be pregnant with my husband’s potent cum.’ “NOOOOO ... IT CAN’T BE!” She gasped ... anticipating her mother’s pregnancy as she ran to her bedroom and fell on the bed crying.

Promila however heard the ‘NO’ and looked up just in time to see her daughter disappear around the corner.

“Palash, we’ve certainly made a great mistake ... your wife saw us having sex and it looks like it really upset her. I need to go ... talk to her and see if I can settle things down.”

“Damn ... I don’t care ... and I want to stay like this forever and hold you.”

“I do too but this is very important to talk to your wife. I will be back as soon as I can.”

So, walking to the bedroom where Protima was still crying on the bed, her mother sat down next to her. However before coming downstairs, she’d quickly put on her clothes and came directly from the guest-room to her daughter’s room. She put her hand on her daughter’s head and caressed her affectionately ... trying to comfort her.

“I’m really sorry if seeing your husband and I together has upset you so much. I don’t know whether you forgive me or not for my deceiving ... but I have no other option. Actually when I saw your husband’s cock few days ago, I was amazed ... it’s so big ... bigger than your deceased father,” Promila tried to calm down her daughter’s anger.

“God! You saw your son-in-law’s cock too?” Checking herself somehow she asked surprisingly.

“You’re too noisy during your love making and that has disturbed me a great ... and I couldn’t check myself to peek in your bedroom.” Promila disclosed her night adventure with a sly smile.

“Oh Maa, you’re so naughty..., “ Protima couldn’t help herself in blushing.

“Yes baby, all those made me so horny, I couldn’t control myself ... and you know I too have the needs like you.” Promila tried to justify her taboo act as she continued, “Yes, since your father’s death, I couldn’t sleep a peaceful night. So when I saw your husband with such a beautiful cock pistoning your cunt, I decided to break all the barriers between us.”

“Maa, I could feel that too ... but you should know it’s too wrong and heinous in our orthodox minded Bengali society. I wouldn’t mind a bit if you involve yourself with outside people,” Protima objected her mother’s logic not digesting her mother’s such act with her husband till then.

“Yes, you’re right and I shouldn’t blame you either for rebuking me. I would do the same if I were in your place,” Promila said politely. Then placing her right hand on her daughter’s back, she tried to soothe her as she continued, “But it would surely hamper your image and destroy the family’s image if it is out anyhow. You know I always give priority to your family’s image.”

Protima’s heart was instantly melted realising her mother’s logic as she looked at her mother’s eyes with an overwhelming emotion. Elated with the logic of giving importance of the family’s image touched her so much as she hugged her mother tightly ... her eyes became moistened.

“I’m really sorry, Maa, I shouldn’t be so rude with my beloved and understanding mother. Yes Maa, I want to see you happy,” Protima said in deepening voice ... kissing her mother’s lips and caressing her huge tits languidly over the blouse.

Promila’s eyes also filled with tears ... hearing her daughter’s such soothing and emotional words as she returned the kiss pressing her own lips against her and snaking her tongue into her daughter’s mouth. Instantly Protima accepted her mother’s tongue by entwining her own tongue with her mother’s ... as the great Mother-Daughter wiped the tears from other’s eyes with their fingers.

Palash stood outside his room and he could hear the chatter as his wife excitedly talked about his mother-in-law’s pregnancy.

“No need to wait outside,” Protima turned towards the door where her husband standing with a conflicting mind. “Get it together and come into the room. We have something to discuss ... stud.” When he entered the room, he found his wife sitting on the couch while his mother-in-law sat beside her.

“Sit down” Protima told her husband, gesturing at the chair opposite the pair. As he sat on the chair, she asked, “YOU did?”

“Protima ... we just...” Palash tried to say.