Another mother-daughter fantasy. Never gets stale for me. All situations are made up. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex, which is consensual. All characters are 18 years or older. Comments are welcome.
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My family hailed from a tiny village nestled in the windward side of some of the most beautiful hills of South India, but over the years had migrated to a small city nearby for obvious reasons. As a teenager, I wanted to get out and see the world. While some of my friends pursued higher studies and others went into businesses, I joined the army. And for the next thirty-five years or so had the opportunity to live in different parts of the country.
But the tug of the native land was ever present and was subconsciously pulling me back. So it was with relief that as an empty nester in my mid-fifties I gave up military life, took voluntary retirement and decided to go back to the place I was raised and schooled in. The small city where I grew up was now a bustling, thriving commercial and arts center and there was no dearth of business opportunities and I wanted to explore these.
Fortunately, I had kept in touch with my parents' family, my uncles, aunts and cousins and other relatives throughout the years I was away and they provided advice and helped me settle down. The daughter of one of my cousins (twice removed probably, as I was not too close to them) had recently built a house and was looking for a tenant for the upper floor. This was a perfect match for us, and I moved in as a tenant. The plan was that my wife, who was a nurse in Chennai and did not share my interest in settling down in a small city, would visit as and when time permitted.
I must confess that business was just one of the many reasons I wanted to come away. There were rumors about my wife's promiscuity, her many affairs with doctors and others, and i wanted to get away from it all.
But really who was I to judge?
The life in the military had provided me numerous chances for sex outside of marriage and I had gleefully grabbed them with both hands, before and during the many years our marriage, and had continued even until a few months ago. My liaisons were frequent and plenty and in varied places and with so many different women and girls. I was blinded to my wife's circumstances as I focussed on keeping my family life secure and protected from my other secret life.
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The house was owned by my distant niece Usha and her husband Suresh. Her mother Jaya, and her father, Mohan, also lived in the same house. Usha had a small child who was about a year old. The upper floor of the house was nothing out of the ordinary and was sufficient for me. Along with the rent we agreed that they would do my laundry, clean my house and provide me with one meal a day, which was usually dinner.
Jaya and Usha, mother and daughter, were these everyday normal women you came across in these small towns. Nether was a stunning beauty, or had a great figure, or was provocative or sexy. But this was what appealed to me. A lifetime spent in social circles where everything was made up or artificial, with people doled up with makeup and deodorants and perfumes, made me long for what was natural, simple and pure. And I saw that in both these women.
Jaya was a little shy but opened up once I got to know her better, which took me a couple of weeks. She called me 'anna', which meant elder brother, which in a sense I was. It was clear that Jaya had a lifetime of hard work. She had a nice figure, and was not plump and fat in the middle like most other women. She had aged gracefully and had a pleasant demeanor. Seeing her and Mohan together one would almost be surprised to learn they were husband and wife. Such was the apparent difference in their appearance and physique. Jaya appeared to be much younger than her husband.
Her daughter Usha was confident and outspoken and gave no indication of being intimidated by me or my background. She called me 'mama', which meant uncle in our language. She was around twenty or twenty one, about five or six years younger than my youngest son. She seemed to have that small girl-like innocence in her even though she was now married and had a child. She was of medium height. Her skin was the color of light copper. She had long, silky, smooth, shiny hair that was blacker than any black I had seen. Like her mother, she was slim and fit and her dress molded to her body and showed of her curves. I found it difficult to tear my eyes off her. I took every opportunity to be next to her and talk to her and make her laugh.
It could definitely have been a pervert in me or I might have just been desperate to be with a woman. Or both. But I was getting aroused every time I saw Usha. It was pathetic on my part, I knew. But what could I do?
I just wanted to be in her company and around her, to ogle her and see her from every angle.
I hadn't fucked a girl like Usha before. Yes, there were girls as young as her, mostly well educated, city-slickers like me out to have fun, or whores and prostitutes fucking for money. There were plenty like that. But someone like Usha, man, so innocent, so homely, so uninitiated, so pure- no, none like that. Oh How I wanted to fuck her. The things I would do to her!! I would have to patiently seduce her. Why not? Had I not done this with women before?
I went to work with the usual tools available to men. Gifts of fruits, flowers, sweets, books, DVDs, CDs followed in quick succession. Our conversations became longer and topics varied. She grew more comfortable with me as the days passed. I impressed her by helping her father and mother, cleaning the yard, clearing debris and the like, giving her every opportunity to observe me in my elements. On the day of the week that her favorite magazine went on sale, I would see her waiting expectantly for me to get it for her on my way back from the office. Quite suddenly we were able to touch each other without reservation. Just a pat on the head, or a slight touch of my fingers on her hand that went unrebuked. She returned these with the same casualness. And I started noticing her noticing me as I went about my day and work. She would linger near me after giving me the usual tea and snacks at the end of the day, trying to make some conversation or expecting me to tell a joke and laugh with me. Our eye contact grew longer and longer, our talk more candid and frank.
She was not oblivious to what I was doing. She most certainly knew I was checking her out, and ogling her. She caught me looking at her on many occasions, and I deliberately allowed myself to be caught. I was sure she had this experience with other men. I had noticed many of them giving her the once over. A few of her husband's friends really flirted with her when they came to visit, and I particularly noticed a couple of them surreptitiously looking at her magnificent behind as she walked away. And if I was not mistaken, she deliberately strutted in front of them showing, but also not showing, her wares. And there were the workers who came to repair the wall in their house, and other vendors and boys from the stores who came often on some pretext or another. I could not help but notice how blatantly they were ogling her and her embarrassment at having to approach them to talk or give them coffee or tea. They openly leered at her and tried to talk to her.
But I guessed she was confused about me and what I was doing. I was much older and seemingly happily married - my wife had already spent a couple of weekends with me, coming down from Chennai and to Usha it would have seemed that I was happy and content. But nothing in her attitude towards me showed that she cared how old I was or how I looked or that we were related in some way.
