Kishore was athletic, muscular, and a typical ladies man. A male Adonis so to say, what with his well hung manhood. He had seduced Smita, while in College and she was now his wife, despite severe opposition from her mother Neelam. Her father had passed away, when Smita was in her teens. Her mother Neelam was a District Judge, and had warned Smita of the fact, that Kishore was not good for her. But, teenage love got the better of Neelam with the net result of Kishore ending up as the, in house son in law. By now, Neelam had become a grand mother and predictably was financing her daughter and her family, which included Kishore. Kishore was having a gala time, and devoted most of his time in exercising and eating, for maintaining his body. Neelam was in her early fifty’s but had the figure of a twenty-six year old. She despised her son in law, as she never could come to terms with a person who lived off his wife and did not even feel remorse. She found him crude and crass and hated the sight of him. But, her daughter was madly in love with Kishore and that was something she could do nothing about and bitter as it was, she lumped it.
Kishore had played his cards well. He serviced his wife regularly, that is fucked her tenderly whenever she wanted it and left her alone as per her wishes. He had her in his hands and knew that as long as he kept her happy, his meal ticket was ensured. Kishore also knew that Neelam despised him and he was, constantly on the look out to get into the good books of Neelam. He figured that the only way was to make Neelam his slut, since all that he had going for him was his body and his ability to deliver on the sex front. He had often strutted himself before Neelam and on more than one occasion felt her stare at him. He was however not absolutely certain and hence had not made a foray into that aspect as yet.
One day, Smita called him on the cell phone to inform him that their three year old was not keeping well. Kishore was at the Gym, exercising, when he got the call and he rushed home with their family doctor. The child required hospitalization and accordingly they went through the formalities. The doctor had informed that there was no cause for serious concern, but it was necessary [the hospitalization] and was in the interest of the young one. Neelam having been informed about the hospitalization of her grand child had come to the hospital directly from the District Court. On the expiry of the scheduled visiting hours, they had to leave. The authorities made it clear that the rules permitted only one person to remain with the patient overnight. The logical selection was that of Smita. Neelam was not the kind to use her clout and bend the rules and as a result it was decided that Smita would remain back in the hospital with the child. Neelam and Kishore returned home in their respective vehicles.
The evening passed away uneventfully. Neelam was a stickler for time and was totally predictable. It was her daily routine to read the briefs of the cases for the next day till midnight. She would thereafter go to the kitchen, make for herself a cup of warm milk and retire to her bedroom for the night.
Kishore watched Neelam proceed to the kitchen. He had completed a rigorous set of exercises and worked out enough body sweat and which made his vest and his shorts cling to his muscular body. His prick was discernible to the naked eye. He sauntered out of his bedroom timing it in such a way that Neelam could not but have to cross him on her return to her room. He was in front of her bedroom door when she returned. She was taken aback on spotting him. She couldn’t help but admire the hunk in front of her. She took in the length of his body till her eyes met his. She frowned at the insolence in his eyes.
“EXCUSE ME PLEASE!” she said while trying to pass him to reach her room.
“Sure Judge, anything you say. But which one or do I both?”
“What?”
“Oh! OKEY DOKEY.”
With that, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. His sweat got transferred from his palms to her blouse that enveloped her tits. He wiped his palms on her tits to further dry them.
Taken aback she said “Get your hands off me you dirty bastard.”
“Hey Judge hold it right there. You asked me to SQUEEZE YOU and I did just that.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said SQUEEZE ME PLEASE, so I squeezed your tits. Oh! You meant your ass is it?”
With that he nabbed her ass and pulled her to his groin grinding her crotch with his hard cock. She was still trying to come to terms with his insolence when she found herself being bodily lifted and before she could protest he had laid her on her back on her own bed. She watched stupefied as he removed his sweat-drenched vest in one motion, baring his muscular torso. He clenched his sweaty vest and squeezed it, till his sweat dripped from his clenched fist, right on her face. He shoved the vest under her nose forcing her to inhale.
“Like the odor Judge.”
As repulsive as the act was, she found herself going wet in her cunt. The smell was like an aphrodisiac, and she could not resist the flow of juices from her pussy. His bare body hovered upon her face and he said “Lick me bitch, Lick me, Lick, Lick, Lick, Lick!”
He muffled her face on his hairy chest and rubbed his chest against her face. It was as if she was not present, as she pictured in her minds eye, she licking his sweat and enjoying it too. She soon found that he had moved and her tongue was licking his armpit. She had by then an orgasm already. She had her nose buried in his armpit, inhaling his sweat and she found herself trying to absorb as much of that scent as possible. She was surprised at herself for doing it, and as repulsive as she thought it was, yet she wanted this man so badly. Something had snapped in her, as she found her distaste changing to desire. She was aroused with his male odor and desired it even more. She was lost in sensual pleasure, oblivious of what was happening to her. She felt his damp vest clutched hand brushing her legs, her thighs till he reached her crotch. And then … Nothing.
She waited in vain, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and was astonished that she was alone in her bed.
“God! Did I imagine it?” she thought.
She found her breasts were aroused and her nipples hardened. She placed her left palm on her pussy. She felt her wet mound. She pushed her palm under her panties and was taken aback as her palm came across damp cloth. She tugged at it and brought it out in the open. It was his vest. The dirty bastard, she thought to herself. He had shoved his sweaty vest under her panty to rest on her pussy for her to find. She looked at the piece of cloth and felt a shudder course through her body. She was drawn towards his vest and with no remorse or guilt; she rubbed it on her face. She accepted to herself that she wanted to be fucked and that too by her son in law. She wanted him so badly, that it ached. She rose from her bed and went looking for him to her daughter’s bedroom knowing that was just what was expected from her.
She entered the room. He was waiting for her, seated in the sofa. Her eyes met his and she heard him say “STRIP!”
She removed her sari and then her petticoat. She then unbuttoned her blouse. She was now left clad in her bra and panties. He walked towards her and put his arms around her.
"You wont need this Neelu" he said and unclipped her bra. She had noted that he was referring to her as Neelu. He lowered his lips to her nipple and he began sucking it gently while he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. He took her face in his hands and with both his thumbs pried her mouth wide open. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and jousted with hers. Continuing to hold her mouth wide open he made his saliva flow into her mouth and forced her to swallow. He then thrust his fingers deep into her mouth, removed them and thrust them again and again. He was finger fucking her mouth with his fingers. By then he had removed his tool from within his shorts.
He held her by one hand and led her into the bathroom.
“Here, hold my dick."
He forced his cock into her hands and she held it while he urinated. She saw the hot stream jetting out. As he finished, he said, “Shake it bitch, till the last drop is out.” She did as she was told. He brought her back into the bedroom. He tentatively touched her back and slid his hand up to her neck. Reaching up further he twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her hair down, which forced her mouth up to face him. He looked into her eyes and a moment later he was kissing her, his hand in her hair holding her tight to his lips.
He then picked her up, and seated her on his broad lap impaling her on his hardness. Her moved her hips physically in slow circles, grinding her engorged clit against his groin as his cock thrust into her cunt. He turned her towards the dressing table and leaned on her till she bent and had to place her hands on the table to support herself. She looked over her shoulder at him.
