Chapter 13

( Few months back ) Malti sat on the concrete floor in her room in front of her deceased husband’s photo and started complying the ritual of loosing her husband, before bed. She did that almost every night by lightening a ‘Earthen-Prodip’, few incense sticks and mumbling prayers for some times in closed eyes for the the well-being of her deceased husband’s soul.

Everybody said it would be better in time ... that time would heal her depressed heart and she’d soon find the will-power to move on, but it seemed that the only thing time did was make it worse. The first few days after the funeral saw all of them oscillating between numb silence and deep crying. Kenaram tried to be strong for his daughter, and she tried to be strong for her son ... the three often just hugged each other and cried in other’s arm

She often found herself tremendously depressed ... loosing her husband more and more with every passing day. Marrying again was only a thought she’d flirted with. And for a woman of late thirty, with signs of how she’d look when she would be sixty ... starting to show because of the constant frown on her face, it wasn’t easy to find the proverbial satisfaction.

A couple of days passed since the tragic day ... that day she was sobbing as she whispered to her father, “What are we going to do without him?”

Kenaram’s eyes also filled with tears noticing his widow daughter’s grief as he pulled her to him who was wearing a Saree only ... without bra, blouse and Saya ( Petticoat ). He let her cry once again into his naked chest to lessen her grief ... while shuffling her silky hair affectionately. He thought of how to answer her and comfort her as his hand moved down from her head to her back. He started caressing her naked back ... enjoying the soft pressure and rubbing of her melon-like tits on his chest over her thin Saree.

Finally, he said all he could think of, which was, “We’re going to do what Baldev would have wanted for us. We’re going to survive this ... grieve ... and then we’re going to find ways to be happy even while we’ll still miss him.”

Kenaram felt a strong urge to be physically intimate with his only Saree-Clad curvaceous daughter as he wanted to assimilate with her physically and emotionally. He had this unstoppable hunger to see and explore every inch of her body. Just few days ago he had seen her completely naked through the keyhole of bathroom’s door while she was taking a bath. He shouldn’t have done that. But he couldn’t stop himself well.

While peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom, Kenaram was mesmerized by his widow daughter’s perky ebony boobs, toned belly, and deep navel. He wishes he could get his hands all over her body and lick every inch of her. He even had sniffed her bra (42D) and her panty imagining him exploring her body. But he never got that opportunity and he never saw her naked again. Slowly he forgot that he had seen her naked, but his feelings towards her only grew every day.

On many occasions, he noticed since her husband’s death, she couldn’t hold her tears back. He was sure she never thought of him in the wrong way. But he never could stop himself from keeping her away from thoughts that propelled the physical intimacy with her.

That day he arrived early in the evening. His daughter was standing outside the door. After seeing him, like before she immediately broke into tears. At that time, he decided that his daughter needed him more than just a father. She might not realize this right now, but he needed to make a move to show her what she needed.

That day, he helped her to do all her indoor and outdoor chores. The outdoor chores were more challenging as he involved himself going to government offices and getting paperwork done. Her face turned bright to see him when he came back completing all the paperwork regarding her husband’s death.

That day she was wearing her deceased husband’s loosened sky-blue T-shirt and a Petticoat. She must have taken a bath recently as her hair looked damp but tied in a ponytail. For everyone else, he was sure there wasn’t anything sexy about her appearance. But for him, it was too much intoxicating. Maybe he started fantasizing his daughter since her husband’s death ... creating an irresistible attraction towards her. Maybe throughout the comforting, he had with her while hugging her soft body, he found her to be his real soulmate. Or maybe both!

Next day coming back from ‘Ashram’ in the evening, he noticed his daughter was crying as before and her tearful eyes fixed at her deceased husband’s photo which was hanging from the wall. Noticing that he once again felt a pang of sorrow as he stood behind her silently ... placing his right hand on her right shoulder ... and comforting her.

Malti slowly turned towards her father and he wiped her eyes with his handkerchief as she asked him, “How is your day?”

“It’s great Sona because I could engage myself in ‘Ashram’s numerous devotional works.”

Her face lit up with his comment, and she said, “I am so fortunate to have a pure hearted religious minded father like you.”

He said, “Sona, don’t say that. We are family, and in the family, when we loose our nearest ones, we may console ourselves indulging in religious activities.”

Again, he could see tears welling up in her eyes as he hugged her. He held her tight in his hug with his left hand while his right hand patting her large soft ass over her thin petticoat-less Saree. His cock was hardening rapidly as he held it tightly against the juncture of her soft and warm thighs. She tried to protest briefly, but he whispered in her ears soothingly, “It’s okay Sona, we are one family”.

Looking at her father with moistening eyes, she relaxed herself a bit and started sobbing in his tight embrace while pressing her heated swollen mound on his growing bulge. He held her even tighter and rubbing her hairy mound with his bulge as he told her, “I’m here for you, and don’t worry about loosing your husband ... I’ll try to fulfill his absence.”

And by hearing this, she burst into tears suddenly and hugged him tightly while rubbing her mound on his stiffening cock, and he could sense his shoulders getting a bit wet with her tears. Then he slowly massaged her soft ass-gloves until she stopped sobbing.

After a few minutes, he released her from his hug and said again “So don’t cry anymore ... from now on I’ll fulfill your husband’s duty in bed too ... however if you don’t mind.” To which she looked into his eyes and nodded with a blush. She gained her composure and said, “Let’s get our supper first, there is a storm expected tonight, and we may lose the power.”

He didn’t know about the storm outside, but he knew there was a big storm brewing up in his mind and loin, and it was going to overpower every rational thought and result in enormous actions.

All those slowed her tears, and they gradually stopped. “Thank you, Baba. You don’t know just how much you sounded like your son-in-law now. That’s exactly what your son-in-law would have said. I love you. We’ll get through this.”

“I love you, too, Malti ... now try to sleep.” He continued holding her the whole night in his chest ... laying in her bed, in case she woke, scared or crying again. She didn’t, but he didn’t get much sleep, as he watched her innocent peaceful sleeping face and feeling himself tremendous horny.

( Six months later since her husband Baldev’s death ) Malti Soren poured the last mug of water on her head. Water dripped from her dark black hair and ran down her ebony body in tiny, diamond-like beads. She sighed.

Turning to her left, she opened the small window beside the toilet as a faint breeze entered the bathroom. The fresh air teased her extremely black nipples. They began to tingle and stiffen. She smiled ... enjoying the sensation of the air caressing her naked body. She found it arousing and a welcome change from the oppressive heat of atmosphere recently.

From the bathroom window she looked across her narrow yard to her new Malkin ( Employer ) Ajmira’s large two-story green house, which was separated from her small three rooms based poor house by a waist-high hedge. She considered herself wrapping just in a ‘Gamcha’ ( Towel like cloth but relatively thinner ), then decided against it.

It was too hot. Besides, she enjoyed the air on her bare, wet skin. She knew that anyone looking up at her bathroom window would easily be able to see her ebony color tits, but she didn’t care. Actually, it was more than just not caring. The thought of someone seeing her topless, with her black nipples hard and thick, made her clit begin to swell. Her cunt began to moisten.

She reached down and pressed her index finger to her brown pearl, then stroked her wet swollen cunt-lips. She looked over to her employer’s house next to hers. There was a picture window and another small one beside that downstairs facing her house. Upstairs, there were two windows covered by curtains, her Malkin and her son Abdul’s bedrooms. Anyone wanted to watch from them would be able to see her naked.

She smiled wickedly and brushed her fingers over her left nipple ... remembering her hot encounter with her ‘Chote-Malik’ previous night ... and getting a mind-shattering orgasam with his magnificent cock. Although her ‘Chote-Malik’ Abdul was just a innocent kid of 14 yrs ... and novice in sex, she was able to train him and in return she got as much pleasure as a full-grown youth with his eight inches hard cock.

Not like a low-class Adibasi maid, Malti had allmost a friendly relation with her employer Ajmira. Her Muslim Malkin was also a widow like her who worked as a nurse in a hospital. She lived with her son Abdul and father Aslam next to her for just over seven years. Her widower father Aslam, treated her father Kenaram just like his own brother ... and not like a subordinate person, who worked as a top level swimming-coach at a reputed club.

She wondered what her father or Aslam Chacha would think if they could know her recent fuck-session with Abdul. Then she recalled the times she had caught their eyes roaming over her only Saree-Clad semi-exposed body. She couldn’t even forget those moments when her father tried to console her ... hugging her in his strong chest and rubbing her ass.

She could feel her father’s huge cock rubbing against her hairy crotch during those comforting moments which naturally made her excited and she couldn’t help but press her cunt on his throbbing cock. It was usually when she wore a Saree only without any blouse or Saya ( Petticoat ) ... like most Adibasi women, that revealed most of the upper portion of her right tit.

Although her father took some advantage of her semi-exposed body ... hugging her in name of consoling her grief, Aslam Chacha had never threw a silly comment or done anything wrong that was inappropriate or disrespectful, but she could tell they wanted to. The hungry look in their eyes and the bulges in their pants belied their polite exteriors.

A rush of wantonness grew within Malti as she thought about her own father and her Malkin’s father leering at her. She remembered an incident a week previous evening when she was crouched over the floor ... cleaning it with a wet cloth piece ... wearing as usual a Saree only.

Aslam Chacha had come over to take some drinks and spend few moments gossiping with her father. Malti could feel her bare tits hang and sway inside her loosened Saree as she moved the cloth-piece on her both sides. She knew that Aslam Chacha would be able to see down the front of her Saree as he stood over her, less than a yard away.

It thrilled her and made her wet. When she looked up she immediately noticed the bulge in his loosened trousers. Lewd thoughts of tugging his zipper down and taking his hard cock deep in her mouth flooded her mind.

Malti smiled as she continued to stroke her slick cunt and rub her hard clit, still looking out the bathroom window. Her musky juice coated fingers slipped inside her tight hole with ease. First one, then another ... filling and stretching her. A series of moans escaped her mouth as she felt an orgasm building within her. She had been masturbating a lot since her husband’s death.

She sighed and pulled her soaking fingers away from her drooling cunt. Her deceased husband became mad sniffing her strongly smelled tanzy cunt-juices as he sucked those hungrily. Remembering those sweet moments, her eyes moistened as she licked her cunt-cream coated fingers off with her snaking tongue.

It had been almost six months and since that tragic Accident, which had claimed the life of her husband, Baldev. Friends had told her that within a year her life would take on a new normalcy ... but, they were wrong. Because within six months, she was able to overcome from her grief and for that she must thank her Malkin and her son Abdul. She knew if she wouldn’t get the love and the sexual pleasures from them, she would have loosened her mental health.

Above all, if the support she had gotten from her father, she might never recover the shock of losing her husband. In fact, she may have done something in order to join him ... wherever he was now. Without her husband, Malti was lost ... adrift. She was not yet forty ... but her good luck, her only son Birju was already a self-sufficient hard-laboured person who worked as an efficient driver under a Punjabi family.

She would never have to worry about money because all the three adult persons of her family are privately employed and earned sufficiently. Still, nothing could replace the loving husband she had lost.

Her morose thoughts were interrupted by the sudden din of music coming from her father’s room next to the bathroom. She had not heard her father come home. He must have returned from his afternoon security job while she was masturbating, she concluded. She felt somewhat embarrassed at the thought of him perhaps hearing her soft cries of pleasure through the thin adjoining wall earlier.

Then the corners of her dark tanned lips curled up and her clit jumped once more ... her cunt-juice began to flow as she remembered her father’s often checking and caressing her thin Saree-Clad curvaceous body. She felt bold and shameless, guessing her widower father hearing her moan as she buried her fingers in her tight, juicy cunt.

She resisted the urge to touch herself. Instead, she reached for the ‘Gamcha’ hanging from a Hook. She wrapped it tight around her damp body. The cotton cloth felt good rubbing over her sensitive nipples and soft skin. The sensations made her clit throb even more and her cunt become wetter. She opened the bathroom door and went towards her father’s room. His door was open.

“Baba, I’ve invited Promila Memsaheb tomorrow afternoon for a snack ... so please come back home as early as possible, please?” She called out.

Kenaram looked up from his mobile with a puzzled look. He turned his mobile’s music player off and asked, “What?”

“Promila Memsaheb ... I think it would be better if she visits us and checks our low-level life-style,” Malti said.

“Exactly...” Kenaram replied enthusiastically. “I’ve already intimated her about our poor financial condition ... but it’s a good decision?”

“I’ve talked to her few times and see her during our video-calling, but I wish to meet my new mother before your marriage.” Malti smiled.

“But what about yourself?” Kenaram looked anxiously. “I think you should marry first.”

With that, he got up from his bed. He walked past his daughter on his way to the bathroom. She was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed at her waist. Her father had only pushed the bathroom door ajar and she could hear the steady stream of his urine ... hitting the concrete floor.

She imagined herself standing beside her father, holding his cock in her hand while he was urinating. She wondered if he was as thick as her husband was. He had black hair, brown eyes and a muscular frame that reached nearly six feet, so it was likely that he was hung like him as well.

She squeezed her left tit through the ‘Gamcha’, rubbing the soft material over her engorged nipple as she thought about her father’s shaft in her aching cunt rather than her fingers. Above the ‘Gamcha’ she could see a few inches of her deep cleavage and a hint of her firm tits. She tugged the ‘Gamcha’ tighter around her, securing it, but did not pull it higher.

“How were your duty today?” She asked him when he returned from the bathroom.

“Good ... so much religious songs and prayers with so many pure-minded devotees, so it was an easy afternoon.”

“You’re good in everything ... Now we just want Promila Memsaheb come here and took the steering of our Sweet Family,” She replied with a proud smile.