Chapter 2

Characters involved in ‘Sweet Family’

A. Chowdhury ( Hindu ) Family:-

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 )

B. Khan ( Muslim ) Family:-

1. Ajmira Begum: Nurse, Widow, 33 yrs ( 36-28-36 ).
2. Aslam Khan: Ajmira’s father, Widower, 55 yrs, Swimming Coach.
3. Karim ( Abdul ) Khan: Ajmira’s Son, Student, 13 yrs.

C. Singh ( Punjabi ) Family:-

1. Gurpreet Kaur: Childless Headmistress, 36 yrs ( 38-30-38 )
2. Jaspal Singh: Gurpreet’s Husband, 38 yrs Photographer.

D. Thapa ( Nepali ) Family:-

1. Birendra / Birendar Thapa: Businessman, Widower, 35 yrs,
2. Mahima Thapa: Student, 13 yrs, Birendra’s Daughter,
3. Birbahadur Thapa: Student, 15 yrs. Pobitro’s friend.

E: Soren ( Adibasi / Santhali ) Family:-

1. Birju Soren: Driver Cum Scavenger, 19 yrs,
2. Malti Soren: Birju’s Widow Mother, 38 yrs, Maid
3. And Few side Characters.

Protima studied her naked body in the full-length mirror of her bedroom after her bath. She couldn’t have been more pleased with the way things were turning out ... with the way she was turning out. At 35, her tits were so full, so round and shapely. Sure, there were two or three friends of her with bigger ones, but she was perfectly confident about her size ... hers had the best shape. They were luscious and perky even after the birth of her two children, and she knew just what to wear when she felt like drawing attention to her.

She wished she would be taller, but at least her legs were shapely and the right proportion to the rest of body, and with all the exercise she’d been doing since moving into her new house. Her ass was taking on a plump roundness that was getting as much attention as her bouncy boobs.

Fresh from her shower, Protima slipped her fingertips over her bald pussy mound, checking to make sure she hadn’t left any stubble behind. She hated that. Her skin was silky smooth, and it felt so much better getting felt up and licked on without any hair. Hopefully, she could start getting waxed someday soon.

Satisfied that she’d given herself a good shave with her husband’s razor, she brought her hands up to her naked tits and started squeezing and fondling them, bringing her deep brown nipples quickly to stiff erections. Sometimes it drove her crazy to have such a sensitive pair of nipples. She could bring herself close to the brink of orgasm just playing roughly with her extremely sensitive nipples. The stimulation lit her smooth body on fire, but then she always needed something more to finally send her over the edge.

But for right now, all Protima surely wanted was to make sure her nipples were nice and hard under the white Kameez she was planning to put on to visit her friend Ajmira. Her tits looked better when her nipples were hard and pointy. She caught her husband’s friends ... even the Adibasi Methor Birju looking at them a lot under normal circumstances. But she had quickly discovered her friends too could barely take their eyes off from them when her nipples were denting her clothes.

However the rest of the time she had a strong-willed mind of her own, and she knew how she could make it so that no illicit gossips or rumours could spread out in the society and hamper her sincerely protected image. Anyway, now just knowing her ripe, soft tits were getting all that attention was enough to make her pussy feel warm and juicy. That was the main reason she’d joined the swim team of a reputed ladies club.

But during her practice, she noticed all the spectators could see her in the tightly clinging suit she had to wear. It was only a one-piece, but she always made sure to pull it up tight enough to make the sides ride high on her hips. Her mound and ass cheeks looked prettier that way ... even the coach, Aslam Chacha ( Ajmira’s father ) thought so.

She put on her white Kameez and plumped her tits under it, checking herself in the mirror to make sure the dress was pulled down low enough to show off her cleavage. Then she pulled on her light grey Salwar. They were so thin and almost transparent as they molded to her body.

She wasn’t forbidden even to wear more bold dresses like Skirt with T-shirt, sleeveless blouse and thin synthetic Saree. Promila, her mother who started to stay with her since her father’s death, always supported her to wear them even in the house, when it was either two of them. Her mother was the only one who always made her feel loved just for herself.

Being a loving and beloved wife, Protima knew her husband very well ... she could tell he was the kind of man who wouldn’t say anything about the choice of her dresses. She’d already met a few of her husband’s friends, and her instincts about them had yet to be wrong ... like Jaspal who always tried to check her body whenever he’d come to their house.

Her husband really loved her who always made her want to be a good and respectful woman ... supporting most of her decisions. Pobitro, too, sort of, but he was her son ... so it’s different. Her son was a good looking 14 yrs old student of Class-X, but he was kind of shy and nerdy.

But her daughter was completely different from her introvert son ... she was bold and adventurous in all respects. Although they were completely opposite in nature, they loved each other a great and Poly was closer to her younger brother than anyone. They now had their own room ... although they had shared a room when they were even more younger. But still, she loved her both children more than anyone else. ______ _____ ______ _______ _______ _____ __

It was Sunday morning, and usually Protima and her husband Palash lingered in bed, doing a lot of sucking and fucking before their kids were awake ... and then returned to bed for more, once Poly and Pobitro had gone out to play. But today Palash would have to bring some items for his shop from Kolkata and that explained why he was up so early and getting dressed at this ungodly hour.

He was very much enthused about bringing those items from Kolkata, since he preferred the fresh items in cheap rate which weren’t available in local market. But other Sundays he would like to spend time using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into her cunt rather than bargaining with the customers. But his new business just started flourishing and he had deemed it politic not to hurt a single customer, hoping that socializing might lead to success.

Protima had been a bit disappointed, too, since she was a lady who loved plenty of prick and always looked forward to passionate weekends at home. But then Protima, who was also a really naughty woman, had made a few plans of her own. She had not been unfaithful to her husband for almost ten years ... since her two children started to go to a reputed secondary school. So actually she had stopped cheating on him for the last ten years. But now noticing her son’s horny teenage friends who always lusted for her youthful body, she could often feel the familiar itching in her cunt.