How the Tables Have Turned

Mr Raghu was a decent man in his sixties and respected by the society. Most part of the respect came because he brought his son up single-handedly after his wife became a victim to cancer and his son Ansh was a successful scientist in ISR(Indian Scientific Research office) now. His wife's dream and his dream were now fulfilled. His tiny chest of 36 inches was now full of pride. His wife had been a beautiful lady in her days of glory and she was definitely taller than him and very beautiful. And he himself had been a small man with a humble demeanor. Standing at only 5 feet 4 inches above the ground he had been a handsome man but definitely not the macho type.

It must have been a mystery to people how he could manage to bait such a beautiful girl with his puny body. He used to answer simply by saying that love is not blind but it can see beyond physical appearance. What he implied by that nobody could guess. But they were happy for him.

Although he was a humble and friendly man he always had a height inferiority complex. He never expressed it but he had it. And when a beautiful son was born to him he was concerned that he too might grow up to be small man. But as his son rose from Raghu's feet seeking his blessings he felt proud looking at that 5 feet 10 inches tall, well-built body. His son had inherited everything good from him and his wife.

Now the final desire of his late wife had to be fulfilled--- GETTING THEIR SON MARRIED TO A WORTHY GIRL.

Raghu had asked Ansh about this matter and Ansh had simply said "Papa... I was so busy making a career that I didn't want to have any relationship. so if you want to see me married then you better start contacting our relatives because I'm not capable of that. I hardly have any female friends!"

So Raghu took it upon himself to find a suitable match for his son. And she had to be as good as his son! His son was a brilliant scientist and a well built man. That called for the need of a bride who is beautiful and at the same time with a good character.

5 months later he got his son married to a girl, the most beautiful he had ever seen- prettier than his wife, with tradition and culture intact, and with a voice as sweet as "koel". She didn't have a college degree but had the opinion that education is important. She was not good with the subjects she took and by the time she realized that she was already 20. So she was an intelligent drop-out. What else could Raghu ask for his son! This was like a perfect match!

The night of the marriage Raghu slept a peaceful sleep. All his earthly duties were done. Now his only wish was to spend a peaceful life with his small family and hoped to live long enough to cradle his grandchildren. And now the rest of the story begins.

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His relationship with his daughter in law had become that of a friend that you respect. You can share everything yet you abide by the traditional rules and maintain your boundaries. In that way it had become his favorite way to pass time - gossiping with his daughter in law, Stuti. And when she was busy with the house chores and needed undivided attention lest she put sugar instead of salt he dug his head into the latest science magazines. Being an electronics engineer himself he was fascinated by modern and novel gadgets.

His day started at 9 AM. He used to wake up early but after retirement he had allowed himself a couple of hours of longer sleep. After waking up he used to head downstairs eagerly for his morning meal and his chat with his daughter in law. He enjoyed every moment of it, and looked forward to every opportunity to talk to her. That's probably because he had been a lonely man for so long with not a soul to interact. In her he saw a new opportunity to socialize and she reminded him of his wife in a way. Calm and composed with a sweet voice. He patted his own back thinking he had made the right choice for his son.

The turning point in their life was being written and the day that it all changed was 9th August.

That day he was feeling uneasy at early morning. About 5 AM he sat up on his bed clutching his chest with the fear of death. He knew it was the day that he was going to die but he won't die without a fight. He went to the table beside the window to pour himself a glass of water. As he was gulping down the glass of water impatiently he saw someone walking out of the bathroom. His house has the features of old Indian buildings. So the bathroom and toilet were separate from the main building. This was done to preserve the purity of the main house that also accommodated the idols of deities.

It was his daughter in law. He had no idea that she was such an early bird- another feather on her cap of virtues- he chuckled to himself. But it was not too late before his mind had stopped focusing on the sacred serenity of his daughter in law and his eyes had started to slide down the smooth curves that were made on her wet sari around her waist. He could make out that fair bit of skin where the cloth stuck closer to her body than other places on her body. Her breasts were a magnificent piece of work that God had made; carefully covered with the red piece of garment they looked more precious than any treasure in the world. Before his eyes slid further down he held back his thoughts with force. It was the inevitable fight that a man has to fight between his lust and the respect that a woman deserves. Not to mention this was his son's wife that he was unconsciously eyeing. The solution would be to be more conscious.

Being an engineer he hadn't imagined that he would find it so hard to maintain attentiveness. During his morning routine gossips with his daughter in law he kept reminding himself after irregular intervals that he was ogling at his son's wife despite all his efforts. The inception had already taken place. It was too late now. He found himself subconsciously replacing the sweet decent adjectives by lewd disgusting ones. Pretty had become hot, smoothness of her skin had become "makkhan", her figure had become bombshell. His eyes were sliding down her figure every time she turned to pick up a glass or extract bottles from the fridge. The idea and the thoughts were growing in his mind like wild weeds that are resistant to the conventional pesticides. They needed unconventional remedies was one sure thing. One such remedy could be just jerking it off in the bathroom.

When he was a young student he had a healthy sexual drive. He knew how to control it and kept himself busy in his tasks. He did have weird fantasies though. And the most erotic one was the one in which he used to imagine anonymous faceless strangers being drawn towards each other. These faceless people were related by law. And more than often they were father in law and daughter in law. That night when he sat down to jerk his dick and bring the heat down he was reminded of those days, of his fantasies. It was so long back that he had forgotten all about it. But now this was another inception. He remembered the websites he used to surf, how he used to bypass college proxies to find the right kind of erotic material. Most of all he used to contribute to forums with in-law fantasies. As his orgasm built up and he was at his limits the image of his daughter in law flashed suddenly in front of his closed eyes. He shot his load in the most violent ejaculation in years. He almost got a stroke! But this anti-climax got him worried. He just ejaculated thinking about his daughter in law. When he was young he could keep himself busy and drown himself in his work. But now at this ripe age how could he keep himself busy enough? He admitted that his journey down a spiral had begun that day. When he was in college a suspension had saved him, broken his lewd line of fantasies. At this point in his life something much more dangerous could occur. He couldn't even imagine...

***

The next morning he wasn't choking to death. He didn't know why but he had gotten up early. Was it because he wanted to check out his daughter in law? How could he be so lewd. He tried to reason with himself. Thinking - you've been a pious man all your life. A little naughtiness towards the end is not a big deal. Your days are numbered, why but enjoy these?

Luckily his reason won the argument. He decided to go bird watching. And he waited patiently. Just as the clock ticked 5:23 his daughter in law walked out of the main building. She was wearing night clothes; a simple night gown that gave out a satin shine. She held the same sari as last morning and two towels. There were no undergarments.

His lewd thoughts shifted a gear noticing that there was no bra or panty in her hands. If he focused enough then he could catch the nipple or ass crack. He felt ashamed about all these lecherous thoughts but he gave in to temptation quite readily.

She shut the door behind her.

He stood at the window on the first floor making sure he was well hidden behind the curtains. He waited. About 40 minutes later an angel like figure emerged from the bathroom. Her skin had a glow... an aura. He stood transfixed, his penis harder than ever. He noticed that now she had her undergarments bunched together with her night gown in her arm. She didn't have anything underneath!!

His heart skipped a beat and he missed a breath. Such was her beauty that it could revive the dead. His penis which had become nearly dormant due to lack of use now stood up in his pajama. From the first floor he got a clear view of the sari strictly adhering to get beautiful contour. She wasn't wearing blouse either. As he stood there watching her she entered the main building. After a couple of minutes she emerged from the main building and knelt beside the "Tulsi" shrub. She made some preparation and then bowed in front of the plant.

He thought he saw her perfect buttocks even better because of the wetness of the garment. When she rose to stand on her feet the part of the garment near the ass crack got stuck in a bit. This gave him a much better feel of her posterior. It was marvelous. He was out of words. Meanwhile he had quickly extracted his cock and had instantly reached an orgasm with a couple of jams.

To be continued...