The Chosla family was very large. They were living in joint family with aged sixty years father Ratanbhai, his two sons Bharatbhi Chosla and Rambhai Chosla with their wives and their children. Ratanbhi had three daughters, all married and living happily with their husbands. Ratanbhai's wife had recently died of a heart-attack.
This family's main source of income was farming. Ratanbhai visited their farm regularly and took care of the crops, while his two sons roamed in the town with their bike. They were money lenders. All day both collected payments with interest. When their customers were unable to pay them, both seized from them whatever precious things they possessed. This duo brother returned these things only after they got their money back with interest. Many times customers denied repaying, so they tortured them physically.
Ratanbhai's life had lost its shine after his wife's death. At sixty years, he had a healthy body and was as sexually active as their sons. He wanted to marry a second time. But his son Bharat didn't like it.
Last time, the father and son was sitting in the chairs in their compound at the night time after having their supper. The important decisions of family were taken by Bharat, an older son.
That day Ratabhai expressed, "Bharat, I've decided to marry."
"Marriage? At this critical age?" His son was shocked knowing this.
"I know I'm of sixty, but still some years are ahead and I can't live alone any more."
"Dad, now you should concentrate on God's worship, controlling your senses. It's not the year of your marriage."
"But, Bharat..." Ratanbhai lacked the words to persuade his son.
"Think one time, what others will speak about you. They say, sixty years old still want to marry, still unsatisfied? Must be immoral..." Bharat stopped his talk as he saw his wife was coming with two saucers and a kettle of hot tea. She wore a sari and veiled her whole face with the part of her sari. In this family, it was custom that wives couldn't see their father-in-law's face. She put the stuff on the table and left them instantly. Bharat poured tea in both saucers. He held one and another gave to his father. The serenity of night was broken by the tea slurping sounds produced by father and son. Without speaking a word, they sat quietly. Later Bharat left for sleeping but his father Ratanbhai was still meditating about the matter.
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It was ten o'clock in the morning. As usual, Ratanbhai had already arrived in the farm with his noon lunch, made by one of the daughters-in-law in the morning. It was summer, so there was no work on the farm, but he liked being here better than his house. There was a little two room house on the farm, near the well. In the house one room was occupied with farming tools and the other room was used by Ratanbhai for leisure during winter to save from too much cold and in monsoon season. During the summer, the room remained unused as he'd put his wooden bed near the well under the pupil tree. There were no farm wagers in the summer except a young maid who came here daily to clean the house, fill the earthen water pot and other miscellaneous works.
When she arrived today at the farm, Ratanbhai stretched down the bed under the pupil tree. First she cleaned the house with the broom, and then took the earthen pot to fill it with clean water from the well. She held the iron bucket which was tied with a rope, and let the rope roll down on the wheel. She felt the weight of the water in the bucket, so pulled it up.
Ratanbhai heard the noise near the well. He opened his eyes. The maid was pouring the bucket water in the pot, bending her flat stomach. Ratanbhai stared at her, discovering something attractive which he had never heeded. Her braless breasts were saved from falling by her blouse. Her nipples weren't seen but a part of her chest from where the melons had sprouted had caught Ratanbhai's eyes.
She'd married just two years ago, so not too much sucked, fresh like a minute before plucked mangoes, ripe and tasty. Her husband would suck them always, and taste the juiciness. How lucky he was! But the reverie was broke as the pot overflowed and she descended it on her head, walked to Ratanbhai's bed and put there so he could reach there easily when he felt thirsty. She'd finished today's work so departed from the farm. Otherwise, she asked Ratanbhai if he need anything or had any other work. But today she spoke nothing. Ratanbhai thought, may be she discovered his lusty sight.
Ratanbhai felt sudden pain in his heart. He'd slipped in the world of lust and now experienced the deep remorse, thinking what crime he had committed. His straight penis suddenly loosened. She had been working on the farm since she was ten years. When his sons were children they came with him to play with the maid. She was like her daughter and treated her like that until this day. He recalled that her father died working in a factory, so during her marriage, he performed all rituals in marriage ceremony which were supposed to be done by the bride's father. When she was leaving her mother's home and going to her husband, he cried like he was bidding farewell to his real daughter for the last time. Ratanbhai's heartache was increasing. He began to pray God gathering all his strength to bestow on him death before he committed a larger crime than today. He didn't remember when he drifted into sleep.
On the second day, the yesterday's remorse strangely disappeared after the whole night's sadness to be alone merely changing the sides and rubbing his back with the bed in need of A WOMEN. Today he'd shopped some stuffs from the shop whose shopkeeper didn't know him - it was shameful for him to shop from known shops buying the things which in India an aged person shouldn't been expected to buy.
He brought a pair of briefs of a particular manufacturer, whose ad he'd watched on the TV in which a man wearing this particular brief attracted many ladies to share with him one bed. Another thing was a perfume which, according to the ad, played a vital role in seducing ladies. He reasoned that it wouldn't be considered a sin if the maid was attracted towards him by using these briefs and perfume.
He walked in the house, took off his clothes and decided only to wear the briefs. He did it and sprayed the perfume from head to toe. He never wore a brief so it looked strange. He rubbed his penis through the brief to create some bulge. He walked out and put his bed at the same place where the maid stood up when pulling the water out. The preparation was finished so he stretched on the bed in his brief clad body. He observed later that his curly pubic hair wasn't seen so rolled down the waist band three times. Now the whitish hair and the base of his penis appeared clearly. He waited for her lying on the bed.
