Hi everybody, I am Prakash, now in Bangalore and am a retired government employee. I am 5.4”, fair, medium built, good looking man, leading a peaceful but joyous life here in Bangalore. I am here to share my real experience. Now I am 59. At the age of 51 I lost my wife who gave me very good support for 27 long years. She was a very good women who met with all my desires and wishes. We had two children a son and a daughter. Daughter was married just six months before she passed away and just a couple of months back my son got married. It’s been a while since the real sex has gone out of my life (almost 12 years). I was very good in sex with my wife, I satisfied her in all the ways which I could and she too responded to me quite well. But once she crossed 40 she lost interest in sex and even though very rarely we met but it was just me who was involved in it positively. And after her death I was isolated of all this pleasures of life and I had to obviously make it up by keeping myself busy with porn magazines, video & websites (I was quite good in browsing and I have read many of the stories in ISS). Initially it seemed very interesting to me to watch the porn movies of multiple sex and all, but with time, it became bore and my mind wanted the next stage and that was to resume my sexual adventures practically. But, with whom could I do? I am quite an old man to attract young women and even if I try to lure someone, they will not heave to me because of my age. I tried a lot to resume back my sexual life, but nothing happened. But finally it happened and it happened just a month back. From there to till date I have many experiences to share with you people and let me start today with the experience through which my sexual life was given another lease.
As I already told you that my son got married just a couple of months back (4 months to be precise). My son is a software engineer and works for Infosys. My daughter-in-law (baahu) Ranjana is a housewife. I was staying with my son and baahu, while my daughter Roopa was married to a doctor and lived in the same city along with her 4 year child. My daughter’s house is a one hour drive from mine. So after the marriage Ranjana took care of all the household things and she was a very caring girl. The life was sailing smooth apart for my sexual tension. It was three months to my son’s marriage, when he had to leave to US on a project. It was for duration of 4 months and he had to leave at the earliest. He wanted to take his wife along with him but Ranjana did not have a passport. So my son left to my care and left for US last month.
So it was just me and my baahu Ranjana who were left in the house. Day by day my sexual frustrations were getting bigger and bigger. I was in bad need of sex. It had been 12 long years since I had entered a pussy or sucked the breasts of a woman. Now during the last month, I got attracted towards my baahu Ranjana. I started observing her carefully. She is a stunning lady, with 5.7”, whitish skin, and a well shaped figure of almost 36-28-38, with fleshy curves in the hips and chest. I can bet that any man will turn around to have a look at her beauty when she walks in the street. She looks damn sexy in saree which she wears always as a typical south Indian housewife. She use to wear nightie only at home that too only at night. She is a specialist in wearing saree. She wears it tight around her body and the lower half will be tightly wound around her hips. She wears saree with different blouse cuttings, exiting colours & see through types. To be truthful to the readers, I actually had an eye on Ranjana from the day when we all went to see her for my son. She is a very attractive girl. But as she is my baahu, all those thoughts were buried deep down my heart. But now as my son was not around and she is alone in the house with me, the thoughts got back to my mind. I don’t know how to proceed further, because if she doesn’t think in the same manner as I thought then I will end up in trouble. So along with the sexual frustration, I also had this additional disturbed mind that thinking about my own baahu like this is a wrong thing. So the only thing I can do was to masturbate thinking of Ranjana. But things changed tremendously, as days passed.
I used to watch her secretly whenever I get a chance. The tender milk beauties inside the see through pallu of saree distracted my mind. The fleshy belly revealed through low hip style, few sexy folds, deep naval, every thing mesmerized me. Broad open back of blouse, the visible bra strips inside the blouse, dangerous mountain curve nothing but her butt, all make me mad. I never missed a single chance, especially when she serves me food and doing some work. The few seconds when her pallu falls down reveals those great boobs. It happens often casually with or without her intention, but it really hardens my tool. I watched all these things thinking that she didn’t notice me what I am doing. But the real fact is, she noticed everything silently without showing me any sign about that. (I came to know about this after wards, when she told me during a romantic moment in bed.) But this is how the scenario and my luck changed?
One fine Sunday, as usual, baahu was cooking. She was in a bright yellow saree with matching blouse. I was watching the TV in the living room. Once she came and gave me a glass of cold badam milk and went to the kitchen continuing her cooking. After an hour she came back and told me to get ready for the lunch. Saree was looking terrific on her and again the view of the bra straps through the thin blouse made me dick go big inside the dhoti and I had many sneak peeks while she served the lunch and even while having the lunch, sitting next to her on the dinning table.
After finishing the lunch, I and Ranjana were in the hall watching TV. For the first time we talked openly many things for more than an hour. She enquired me about my past life, about my wife (her saas) and our relationship etc. She also shared her memories of her school & college life and how she got married to my son and so on. Now slowly without our notice, our talk started becoming bolder. She asked me about what are all the qualities she possesses? And what kind of baahu I was expecting when my son decided to marry? I explained all the good features that she has and finally told her, that I thought that my baahu should be like my wife. I told this hesitantly, waiting eagerly to know what she will tell after listening to my comment. Surprisingly she blushed & told me she knew that. She further continued saying she knew everything what I am watching in her. At that time I got nervous and started sweating. But she laughed at me, saying “don’t be afraid sasurjee. I will not tell it to your son. You son is seeing you as an old man. But only I know about you and what all you can do.” Telling this she again gave me a strange smile. Now I become little bit normal. I replied her only with a smile.
After this, there is deep silence in the hall. Only the TV volume of a hindi song heard. Few minutes passed. She is sitting in front of me with a smile, just watching me. I don’t know what to do. I feel shy and scared to watch her eyes. She broke the silence in the house. She got up from her seat, went and closed the main door facing the street and came back to take her seat. Now my heart beat is rising. She is sitting in the sofa at the same place seeing me deep into my eyes. Now I was getting tensed up. But seeing all her activities from the afternoon and listening to her talks, I somehow built up some courage (probably the urge for sex gave me so much courage) and I went and sat next to her on the sofa. I took a deep breath looking at her and in a husky voice said, “baahu you are too good. You are just similar to your saas in all your nature and mind. Then what’s wrong in leading a life like my wife with me.” Saying this, I slowly neared her & suddenly fell on her. Both our bodies were in bad need of opposite sex. We hugged tight against each other not leaving an inch of space between us. We madly kissed each other. The deep lip to lip, tongue to tongue kiss continued for few minutes with my chest crushing against her soft milk mountains. My full body weight is on her due to our tight hug. Now she pushed me down to the sofa and took off the saree pallu. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The voluptuous milk beauties are in front of me for which I longed for many years. I did not waste a single second. I put both my hands on each one of them and started messaging them while continuously kissing her neck. I slowly came down kissing just above the cleavage. Now my face is between those huge tender mountains. I caught one of the boobs with my mouth while my hand was still playing with the other. She got aroused, just closed her eyes & leaned back comfortably in the sofa. I proceeded further down to the naval, kissing and rolling my tongueue all over her belly. She gave a sweet moan. Again I came up kissing all over her face. She murmured in my ears “sasurjee… I love you… Hmmmm… aaaahhhh…. Remove the blouse and free my breasts from the tight clasps”. I even got bolder. I unhooked the blouse one by one on the front. Then baahu herself helped me to remove both the blouse & the black coloured bra. The view of her naked breasts was awesome. The little pointed nips were sitting pretty on the top of her two breasts. They were gorgeous to say the least. I played with both the big, soft, milky boobs with my hands & lips. Instantaneously she removed my T-shirt. With bare body & dothi, I vigorously sucked those boobs. Licked the nipples & started biting them softly. She moaned little loudly out of excitement. She was holding my head, her fingers playing with my hair. She took me up & inserted her tongue into my mouth & started smooching while our bare bodies came into direct contact which made us mad. Now I sensed that her hands were searching for my hard cock bulging out of the dhoti. She pulled off the dhoti. Inserted one hand into the undy and caught the rock hard, hot cock. The calling bell rang. Suddenly the game was brought to an abrupt stoppage.
We both got shocked & moved away from one another. Hurriedly put our cloths. Ranjana cupped her breasts beneath the blouse (without bra) and just wrapped the saree and soon moved to the door and saw through the manhole. She turned to me with a smile saying “it is the milk man.” (The milk man delivers the milk in the evening by 5 o’clock). I looked at the watch on the wall it was showing 5.20. She grabbed a vessel lying nearby and went to the door. From my place I could see the milkman staring at my sexy baahu and stammer something. I saw how badly he was trying to hide his bulge. He even spilt some milk on the floor and with trembling hands gave her the vessel back. After getting back the vessel, Ranjana closed the door and kept the vessel on the near table and came towards me. “Oh sasurjee saw how that milkman was eying me?” “Oh yes sweety. His hands must have been itching to catch your boobs. Come let me continue my exploration of my sexy baahu cum wife.” We now moved towards my bedroom but while going from living room to my bed room I had successfully undressed her saree, petticoat and blouse. I was in my undy and she was in her panty. Once we were near my double bed, I caught her two boobs in each hand and gave them a hard squeeze. Oh they were so soft and spongy. I was squeezing them hard as it was ages after I was feeling any breasts in my hands. She was moaning a bit and she rested her head back on my shoulder. Now all those cultural values of father-in-law and daughter-in-law were overtaken by the lust for sex. Nothing was going to kill my lust for now.
Then we both took off our remaining one piece of cloth from the waist and became fully nude. I exposing my hard lund for the first time in front of my sweet Ranjana. It did not take long for me to catch hold of her boobs. I was squeezing them hard again. I took the nipple between my thumb and my middle finger and started playing with it. This made Ranjana moan “Ooooohhh aaaaahhhhh aaaahhhhh aaaaaraaaaam se deerey seee sasurjeeee” in pleasure. I took my mouth to the other milk pot and started sucking it. I took my time in playing with her milk mounds. All the time I played with her milk pots she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly she caught my dick. Ranjana said that she was surprised to see the size of my manhood so big even at this age. She was now holding my dick in her hands and was doing the in and out movement with her fist. I held her head by her hairs and guided her mouth to my dick. Before taking my dick in her mouth she tongue cleaned my dickhead. I was stunned to see my baahu doing such an act like a whore. I never thought there was this whore who was hidden behind that cultural innocent girl Ranjana. She took the entire length of my dick within her mouth in one go. Her tongue was rolling around my dick inside her mouth. Holding her head tight with my hands I started moving my hips to and fro. I was mouth fucking my own daughter in law while she was giving me the Blow Job of my life. I managed to get hold of her boobs in between and massaged them very hard. With every stroke of my dick on her throat she responded wildly. While I was fucking her mouth, momentous moans escaped her mouth. I could feel the pressure building within my old sacks. I knew I was moments away from cumming. I was trying my hardest to extend this session of her mouth fucking but it was getting unbearable. I couldn’t have held any more. I told her that I am cuming and tried to take off the dick from her mouth. But to my surprise my traditional baahu persisted with sucking my dick much harder. I couldn’t resist further and almost after 15 minutes of fucking her mouth I blasted inside her mouth. Her mouth was filled with my white love juice and she was enjoying every drop of it.
We were totally tired. She was starved of breath for the entire period of mouth fucking. We hugged each other and kissed each other on every part of our bodies. I carried her to the bed and placed her on the double bed. Her inviting naked body with just that mangalasutra (the sacred thread tied by my son) around her nake, the bunch of jasmine flowers in her hair and a cute smile on her lips made my dick to stiffen again and I sprang on her between her wide spread legs. She begged me to fuck her and soon I placed my dick on her vagina gate and slowly entered her soft pussy. I started to stroke her gently at first but soon she had straddled me and was rocking me! We both had totally forgotten about our relationship. It was two sexually starved bodies which were making love that evening. I started pumping her with equal vigour and soon she started screaming. Then with a grunt, she pulled me to her using her arms and legs in unison until my whole 9 inch was buried in her cunt. I could feel my balls touching her ass cheeks. She let out a screech… Then after a minute or so of furious humping, she begged, “Slow down saasurjee. For god sake slow down. My God, Its so big and thick when compared to your son’s” It wasn’t just my head that swelled with this statement from my sweet baahu’s mouth, because I really believe the compliment made my rod even harder. Fucking my dick into her cunt right to the hilt and out again, I relished every nerve-tingling feeling. Sometimes I would take some breather (because of my age) with all my cock buried inside her. Then, with her encouragement, I would start pumping in and out again and again, bringing the head almost all the way out then back in to the hilt. We settled into a rhythm. I felt her nails digging into my back as she screamed and froze wrapping her legs around my back like it was in a tight vise. After about 40 minutes, I could not control any longer and unloaded my entire truckload of cum into Ranjana`s cunt. She was very happy with the timing of cumming and I could sense the overflowing of my lund juice from her. She was so thrilled that she kept kissing me without a stop. I pulled her up to me, kissed her forehead, and then snuggled up with her and we slept till the night.
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