Chapter 4

Promila stood carefully apprising her naked body in the full length mirror of her room ... just returning from her morning-walk ... and taking a quick bath afterwards. She turned first one way and then the other to get a good look at her ass and the back of her thighs. She didn’t think she looked too bad at fifty-five, not that there was anyone to notice her at the moment.

Like a few heath freaky woman in this town, she just knew she needed to shed a few kgs. It just didn’t seem worth the effort to just look at herself in the mirror. Her seventy-two kgs weighted body was still curvy and soft in all the right places. At 5’6” she stood taller than both of her daughter and granddaughter, although she was under no illusion that was going to last much longer, at least for herself.

She cupped her hands under each of her “C” cup tits that were still mostly winning their relentless battle with gravity as she rubbed her one inch radius sized brown areola until her eraser like nipples stiffened at their centres. A mild pleasurable tingle jolted her curly hair covered cunt. She liked keeping her cunt hair grow freely and didn’t shave it for the last ten yrs. A dense black patch was led from just two inches below of her deep navel to her anus ... covering almost all her big swollen cunt.

Her reverie was shattered when Poly, her 16 yrs old granddaughter, called out a greeting from the kitchen ... followed almost immediately by Pobitro, her 14 yrs old grandson. They rushed to the kitchen ... quickly adjusting their clothes as they heard her come back from the morning-walk.

Promila covered her body with her only white saree, throwing the Pallu / Anchal ( Last portion of Saree ) over her left shoulder as she padded barefoot towards the hall. She was half way to the kitchen before she realized she had neglected to put on either a blouse or a Saya ( Petticoat ) under the thin white saree.

For a moment, she thought about going back to her room for some panties at least. On second thought, she grinned devilish to herself and continued on. Her nipples were stiffening in anticipation of what she was about to do to seduce her two grandkids as she moved towards the living room.

Entering the hall, she gave both her growing grandkids hugs that firmly pressed her soft and almost bare tits against their bodies. She threw her arms around her granddaughter for a tight hug and kiss on the cheeks as she did that every morning.

Her tits pressed against Poly’s budding boobs which both had enjoyed each time. Embracing with a tight hug too while two pairs of breasts pressing together, Promila felt her granddaughter’s perky nipples against her own tits over their clothes. Wondering why they were like that ... but brushing it away from her mind, she thought it might be the excitement of morning’s freshness.

“Come on ... give your old Dida a big hug,” She said looking at her grandson as she pulled him up and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Oh Dida, you aren’t too old ... do you know, my friends often talked that your Dida looked almost like your mother’s sister,” Pobitro objected loudly.

“Is that! I’m flattered,” Promila smiled happily and then taking his hands, she pulled him towards her and placing them around her neck, she continued, “Yes, that’s it Dadubhai ( Sweety ) ... now give me a proper hug ... yes, give me one of your bear hugs.”

Hugging his grandmother tight, Pobitro tried to keep his hips back so that his hard on wouldn’t press too much against his Dida’s naked belly. Even with that Promila did feel his erection while they hugged. Smiling to herself she knew he was embarrassed because he was trying his best not to let her feel it.

‘The poor boy ... he must be sniffing my dirty panties while stroking his cock,’ She thought.

( Another Morning ) The kids were busy in chatting with their own studies while Promila was preparing breakfast for them. For the hundredth or more times, she marveled at how grown up her two grandkids were becoming ... and at the same time, they sure were gaining the knowledge of taboo taste of sex ... thinking about those, her nipples stiffening against the soft fabric of her Saree.

Poly was still under five feet tall now and her mid back length glossy black hair most often tied in a pony tail. She had a slightly plump body with a more than filled out ass ... making her look just like a cute plump babydoll. Her still developing “A” cup boobs undoubtedly would end up as full as her mother Protima.

Poly first noticed her own breasts began to blossom when she was around eleven, itching a little as the skin on her chest stretched. She did wear a plain frock around her house, but the requirements of school and the need to keep up with her equally developing boobs had her demanding a bra from her mother.

Even before her boobs could fill the padded cups of the small bra, she experienced her first period. She noticed a little hair began to sprout on her smooth mons, just like her Nepali friend Mahima. With those steps into womanhood, something else changed as well, all for the better.

In addition, the occasional tickling she felt between her legs while growing up became a throbbing itch she could only lessen. But she could never completely remove, by rubbing the hard little nub that topped the gash ... running down between her legs. So every night as she lay in her bed, and often after school, she rubbed that special spot. Her entire body had have been quivered, the pleasure flooding through every cell, until she cried out in delight

On the other hand, Pobitro was slightly taller than his elder sister, at the awkward stage where his voice just started changing as he developed into a teen ... he recently had quite a growth spurt. There was just the hint of hair above his upper lip and Promila assumed there was an equally wispy thatch of hair beginning to grow between his legs.

Just thinking about seeing her grandson’s nearly naked hairy crotch made her cunt clench. She figured he probably had started jerking off too, but she had yet to find any definitive evidence. It made her cunt twitch just to think that he was.

It was really only recently that she began thinking of them in a sexual way. Actually since after her husband’s death, her unfulfilled desire of sex compelled her to think them in a sexual way. Once she thought to quench her increasing lust by outsiders but there was every chance to be caught which would no doubt hamper the whole family’s image.

So, tossing all the pros and cons, she finally reached at her decision that the safest alternative was her own family members who could satiate her repressed lust. The more she thought about reaching her goal, the more she lusted after her grandson and granddaughter.

She knew it was wrong and sometimes felt herself terribly guilty about thinking such taboo matter which was strictly prohibited in a orthodox Bengalee society, but she simply couldn’t help herself. Her nipples would have been stiffened and her cunt tingled being close to them which became further increased when oneday she noticed her grandson sniffing her dirty panties.

She found herself constantly thinking about ... fantasizing about actually ... being watched by one of her grandkids while she would masturbate. She suspected they too were masturbating regularly. However she hadn’t seen either of the kids naked since the last time she bathed them when they were much younger. She resolved that was one thing she could change, at least on her part. And to fulfil her mission, she decided on a more gradual approach at first.

All the members of The Great Chowdhury Family were generally pretty casual about dressing when home alone in any case. Neither she nor her granddaughter usually wore a bra at home. However Poly used a plain panties under her simple tape frocks or Maxi while she herself used white blouse, petticoat and Saree. Other times she used a small cotton Maxi and just a panties under it. She decided to test those waters without making a big deal out of it.

That day Poly was sitting with her legs dangling over the arm of a recliner doing something on her Tab. She raised a questioning eyebrow when she saw that her grandmother was casually wearing just a thin Maxi before going back to doing whatever she was doing. Noticing her dangling tits as she moved, she was sure her grandmother didn’t wear a bra inside her Maxi. Her brother Pobitro was however engrossed in a video game and didn’t look up at all.

Promila smiled wanly at her granddaughter as she passed and bent forward to hug her grandson. As he raised his head, he couldn’t help but look directly down the front of his grandmother’s low neckline Maxi and see her round milk-white tits swaying freely inside it.

“Oh ... uh ... er ... hi ... Dida,” He sputtered as she kissed him on his cheek, trying to look up at her and back down the inside of her Maxi at the same time.

“Go wash your hands, breakfast will be ready shortly,” Promila murmured, waiting to straighten up until she was sure her grandson got another clear view at her dangling tits.

Even without his squirming, Promila could just make out the big tent on his loosened Bermuda before he hurriedly turned and walked out of the room. When Poly was also out of the room, she gingerly touched the gusset of her panties, not believing how moist the fabric had become.

Throughout breakfast and for the rest of the day, Promila went out of her way to give both her grandkids clear views of her erect nipples which were pressing against her thin Maxi. All the times she could feel the dampness where the fabric of her panties pulled up into her cunt-slit. Her granddaughter mostly just looked perplexed and her grandson did all he could to look while not appearing to do so.

‘Not a bad start,’ Promila thought to herself laying on her bed, idly fingering her still wet cunt-lips, ‘What I wouldn’t give to see his dick when he gets hard like that but I definitely have to talk to Poly before long.’

However the warm familiar tingle started spreading from her cunt as she reached under her pillow to grab a long brinjal and slid it as deep as she could into her dripping cunt. With two fingers, she furiously strummed her one inch long sensitive clit, turning her head to bury her face in the pillow to muffle the shriek when she started to cum.

During the last five tumultuous months of Promila’s marriage, when her husband was suffering from a severe heartattack, she would have to spend numerous nights with her aching cunt. However before that she and her husband had a very active and varied sex life. So reminiscing those blissful moments and not getting anymore hard fucking for the last four months after her husband’s death, the starving widow became desperate to try anything she could see in front of her.

So, that night when all the members of Chowdhury Family were in their slumber, Promila woke up from a nice, but freaky dream. In the dream she had been fooling around with Ajmira’s widower father Aslam when suddenly he was replaced by her teenage grandson, Pobitro. He had a rockin’ body, but she’d never mentioned that to him because he was just her grandson and she wasn’t not supposed to say things like this, but no doubt he is studly.

His body was well built, all muscle from his daily cricket playing and exercise but not in that gross bodybuilder way ... means, he’s slim and taut. Well anyway, he could fuck her with his huge dick, at least it was huge in her dream ... back then she didn’t know how big he was really. It must have been eight inches long, and it was really thick. She knew she would have to struggle to keep herself thinking such illicit things ... meant, he was her own grandson and she shouldn’t involved with him physically ... even in her dream.

Instead she’d pulled him closer and began to kiss him. She’d never kissed her grandson like that for real ... just a peck on his forehead but this was a dream and you can do stuff like that in a dream. She could feel the light weight of his hard body on top of her as his thrusting started a build-up to her cumming.

Then she woke up suddenly from the hot illicit dream with the loud groans of her daughter which was coming from the adjacent room. Her hand was down there, and she’d been rubbing herself. Her fingers were wet and slick, and she had that empty, gnawing feeling in her gut that said she was horny as all shit.

“Ohhhhhhhh ... dear fuck me,” was all she could hear. She could guess her daughter and son-in-law were really enjoying their early morning fuck as her daughter once again hissed, “Oh dear, fuck me hard, please.”

She knew from her past experiences that this would mean no sleep at all that moment, she’d be rubbing ‘em out one after another. Once that feeling sets in, nothing cured it. Diddling herself helped her to some extent, but it didn’t really satisfy. She imagined that fucking with anyone would cure it, but how a widow and in this age like her, could manage that.

That’s when once again, Pobitro’s kinkiness for her dirty panties came into her mind ... but he was only 14 yrs old, he mustn’t have a lot of experience about sex. She guessed, he might be a virgin, but with proper guidance from her, he would no doubt be experienced in that department too.