Characters :-

1. Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay : 49 yrs, widow, Politician cum Social Worker,

2. Sabitri, 30 yrs, Her Daughter, Housewife,

3. Suman : Her grandson, ** yrs, Student of Class-VI,

4. Snigdha : Her granddaughter, ** yrs, Student of Class-V,

5. Subhamoy, Her Son-in-law, 35 yrs, Govt. Clerk,

6. Javed Ansari, 18 yrs, Gate-Keeper cum Security Guard,

7. And few more supporting characters.

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Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay, a renowned social worker cum ex-minister of Bengal lived in Kolkata ( India ) with her husband. He was a reputed MD doctor, whom she had lost in a tragic road accident after 31 years of marriage. Devastated by the loss of her beloved husband at the age of 49, she struggled to cope up with the mishap. 

Grieving deeply, Satyaboti mourned his death almost daily, reminiscing about the delightful life they had shared. At one point, her sorrow became so overwhelming that she contemplated ending her life, but the innocent faces of her grandchildren stopped her from taking such a drastic step. 

Recognizing her acute distress, her daughter and son-in-law persuaded her to move to Chandannagar to live with them. Her only daughter, Sabitri, lived in Chandannagar, just 25 km away from Kolkata, with her son-in-law, Subhamoy, and two grandchildren, Suman and Snigdha. At one point, her daughter rushed to Kolkata to bring her back. 

Finally, she decided to spend her rest life with her daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren. So, after relocating to the semi-urban town of Chandannagar, her grandchildren and their parents became her true support system. 

Her two cute grandchildren, spent a lot of time with her, as they were fond of hearing her fairy tales. While listening to stories, her grandson Suman engaged her on various topics, trying to bring her joy and make her laugh. 

Since his childhood, Suman and his Dida (grandmother) shared a friendship despite their age difference. She frequently helped him with his studies whenever she visited, and they enjoyed gossiping and each other's company. Because she was highly educated and he excelled in his academics, they deeply appreciated one another.

Meanwhile, her son-in-law (Jamai) and daughter provided constant mental support to her during this difficult time. However as time progressed, Satyaboti developed a deep, emotional attachment to her son-in-law, treating him like her own son. 

Given his position as the eldest male in the family and their lifelong closeness, he supported her heavily through her grief. Sometimes he had to carry her to bed when she fell asleep keeping her head on the dining table or on the sofa in the drawing room as tears rolled down her saddened eyes. 

Naturally it broke his heart immensely to see his chaste and delightful mother-in-law in such grieving state. She was once a radiant woman, full of life and energy, but now just after five days of her husband's death, she was merely a shell of her former self. 

Being a highly qualified Govt Clerk, he showed his huge responsibility not only in Office but also in his own family. He knew he would have to stay strong for her, but it felt like he was losing his respected mother-in-law too. Not being able to do anything good for her, he thought maybe giving her space for a few days more would be better. 

Anyway, that night after dinner, as he closed the door, she slumped against him and began quietly crying. He wrapped his arms around her plump body and pulled her to him. Her head rested against his strong chest as he tried to calm down her depression caressing her back. 

As if she was his wife, he loved holding his mother-in-law in his arms. As he moved her to the stairs, he slowly slid his hand down along her shapely backside. After feeling the sides of her breasts, and with her not stopping him, he couldn't believe that he dared himself to feel her firm ass through her thin Maxi.

'Oh, my God!' he thought as he could feel her large tits pressing into his chest through her thin cotton printed Maxi. 'Now glad that she was moving in, I never expected to see as much of my mother-in-law's sexy Maxi as I'm seeing now. I can't believe I felt the sides of her braless tits. I can't believe I felt her ass, too. My wife's mother is sexier than my wife. I should have married her mother instead of her daughter.'

But next moment he cursed himself for taking advantage of his great mother-in-law's helplessness. His own tears weren't coming but he felt himself useless for that moment. Even though he wasn't feeling terribly strong, he knew strength was what his mother-in-law needed at the moment. So, stiff upper lip and all that.

"Maa, I'll always be here for you. Moreover, your daughter and grandchildren will also be with you, so don't worry," he tried to soothe her. "I know it's hard loosing my great Sasurmosai ( Father-in-law ) who loved you so much but we all can get through this."

"You're so good and compassionate, Subha, but you have your own life, family and office. Often I feel ashamed to disturb your personal life, please I'll manage."

"Don't say this, Maa. You know how much I respect you and I always want to see you happy," he said wiping her tears with his fingers and hugged her tightly. 

"Yes Mamoni, please try to be steady. Your two grandchildren and me are always with you," Saying this, Sabitri too hugged her mother tightly, accompanied by her husband, as her eyes welled up with tears.

Few minutes later, when Satyaboti could feel better, Subhamoy led her to the guest room, climbing the stairs with her. Sabitri watched them with tearful eyes, feeling utterly helpless about how she might support her widowed mother in this situation. 

But noticing her beloved husband's compassion for her mother, she found hope that they would soon overcome this grieving period. Finally, it was just Subhamoy and his mother-in-law Satyaboti, and they were both beat. 

"I know this will sound silly, but I don't think I can sleep alone tonight, either. Will you share the bed with me, please? Maybe hold me if I need to cry?" She chuckled at the last statement as they entered the guest room. It maybe the only time he'd seen her smile all day.

"Of course Maa. Whatever you need from me, just ask. I'm always with you, just let me get changed, and I'll open the door when I'm decent."

He then quickly got changed into a Pyjama, keeping the same Punjabi on. By the time he was done, his mother-in-law changed her Maxi with a sky colour Nightie and was waiting in the guest room. They climbed in on opposite sides of the queen size bed, and lay facing each other. He reached back and turned off the lamp on the night stand.

A couple of minutes passed, and she started to cry again, and whispered to him, "What am I going to do without your father-in-law in this large bed?"

"Maa, you have graciously filled the void left by my mother's passing, and as a son-in-law, I am committed to fulfilling my duties during this crucial period." his eyes moistened as he pulled her close to him. He let her cry into his chest once more pressing, as he thought of how to answer her. 

Finally, he said all he could think of, which was, "You're going to do what he would have wanted for you. You're going to survive this, grieve, then you're going to find ways to be happy even while you still miss him."

Hearing such sympathetic and consoling assurances from her loving son-in-law, she melted, looking at his face with a new hope. Those slowed her tears as she hugged her son-in-law again, keeping her head on his chest, and they gradually stopped. "Thank you, Subha. I love you. I'll get through this and I must have to survive for my two grandchildren."

"Yes Maa, you know how much they love you. Try to sleep and have a nice dream." He continued holding her the whole night; caressing her back. 

Remembering his previous attempt, he decided to move further as his hands moved down further.... and they finally reached towards her large ass-gloves. With trembling fingers, he rubbed those soft gloves very slowly as he pressed his crotch on his swollen mound, in case she woke scared or crying again. 

She didn't, however he didn't get much sleep as he kissed her soft check like a real caring son-in-law. He watched over her reaction intently whether she accepted his new advancement or not. Yes, she wasn't repulsive by his crazy movement as she pressed her body against him more strongly.

Satyaboti wasn't sure, but she could swear that her son-in-law was massaging her ass. A tingling sensation passed through her body and a soft moan escaped from her mouth. She could feel that he sported a massive boner and it was continuously nudging her hairy mound. If he really was, it was for her. 

She knew that it was wrong and strictly taboo in a orthodox Hindu Brahmin family. She tried to chastised herself remembering her deceased husband's smiling face. She felt herself guilty but it felt so good against her heated mound and it made her feel like a woman again. She loved feeling her son-in-law's hard cock rubbing on her swollen mound and against her already stiffening nub.

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Something Subhamoy and his wife both hated to do, freeing their time to do more important things, while Satyaboti did all of the mundane, daily chores. She did all of the cleaning, the dusting, the vacuuming, the laundry, the cooking, the grocery shopping, and she ran all of the errands. She was like having a live-in maid. Moreover, with her saving her money by not having to pay rent, she loved her new living arrangement.

Although she was a sober minded woman, she wasn't as modest as her daughter which made his attraction towards her greater. With Sabitri always wearing a cotton printed Saree with a full sleeve blouse, her mother was comfortable spending the day wearing her short, sheer, low-cut Maxi. The only time she used her white Saree-Blouse ( Bengali Widow's normal attire ) was when she had to go out to do food shopping or to run errands.

'I can't believe the Maxis that she wears. I wish to touch her and feel her through her nearly transparent Maxi. I can see her as if she's naked. I wish my wife would dress as sexy as her mother,' he thought. 'I couldn't wait to buy her a sexually revealing Maxi for her birthday.'

Moreover, when his children or wife weren't at home, he didn't miss the opportunity to spying on his mother-in-law. He'd snuck out to the hall to watch her undress and dress. With her thinking that he was still in bed, she undressed with her bedroom light on and her bedroom door wide open. 

Fortunately he was able to hide in the darkness, her bedroom light didn't illuminate the hall. He stood outside of her room stroking his erect cock while watching her remove her Maxi or Nightie.

'OMG! She's naked,' he'd thought. 'My mother-in-law is naked.'

He watched her walk around her bedroom ( actually their guestroom ) naked while gathering her clothes. Then, every morning, she stood in front of her full-length mirror while turning from side to side to stare at her naked body. She checked her breasts by weighing, lifting or massaging them with her hands. Then, she sat on a stool in front of the dressing table mirror naked while brushing her shoulder length hair with a comb.

It tempted him to walk in on her while she sat on the stool. He wondered what she'd do if he actually did that. Would she scream? Would she yell for him to get out? Would she grab for something to cover her nakedness in shy? He didn't know. Yet, he was content just to look and masturbate over later.

With his wife having to get up early, she went to bed early while he stayed up late with his mother-in-law. They talked, joked, laughed, played games or watched TV. During this when she walked in front of the TV in the darkened living room, he could clearly see through her sheer Maxi as if she was almost naked. 

Other times, when she stood in front of the living room window to open the drapes in the morning, he could see all the sensual curves of her beautiful body. With the sunshine shining through her sheer Maxi, he could feel as if she wasn't wearing one.

He'd already noticed that she had a habit of not turning on the kitchen light when in the kitchen. So, when she opened the refrigerator door, with the light from the fridge lighting her up as if she stood in front of a X-ray machine. Once again he saw through her Maxi as if she wasn't wearing one.

Having already seen so much of his mother-in-law, he wondered if she was flashing him unintentionally or intentionally. He didn't know. He couldn't tell. Yet, every day he saw something of his MILF of a mother-in-law's shapely and sexy, nearly naked body that he shouldn't see.

Other times when she vacuumed, with her leaning forward, she constantly and continually gave him down Maxi views of her enormous, naked tits. Or when she squatted down with her knees spread to pick something up off the floor, he saw her panties under her short Maxi. 

One such day when she squatted down with her knees parted wearing her Maxi, he could see her naked pussy. He loved seeing her naked tits as much as he loved seeing her naked pussy. With her looking ten-years younger, a better body than her daughter, he did enjoy seeing more of her.

Getting back from his office in the evening, normally he'd sat in his reclining chair, while she offered him a cup of coffee. However she took another cup and sat on the couch across from him in her short Maxi. Every time she slowly and sexily crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs, as if she was Mamata Kulkarni in 'AAG', she'd flash him her panties. 

When she sat across from him while wearing her short Nightie or Maxi, every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. It often seemed to him that she flashed him her bushy cunt deliberately. Sometimes she'd sit with her knees parted enough to flash him a continual up Nightie view of her naked cunt. Seemingly unaware that she was flashing him, and with her giving him more to Jerk off over, he stared at her pussy mound.

He often dreamed to move to her on his knees and fall between her legs. He'd love to finger her pussy while licking her swollen cunt. He'd love to give her an orgasm with his fingers and his tongue before giving her another orgasm with his cock. At the same time he expected that she'd return the favor of him giving her oral sex by blowing him. 

In short, she'd made him always horny. He'd fucked over his wife while imagining his mother-in-law naked and having sex with him. Actually he'd thanked the almighty God for his father-in-law's death so that he was able to enjoy his mother-in-law's new living arrangement.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, with her continually teasing, Subhamoy always had an erection. As if he had a pole in his pajama's juncture, his stiff dick continually tented them. Not having to get dressed at home, he'd stayed in his T-shirt and pajama without wearing underwear.

He'd always wished her to look or to stare at him in the way that he looked and stared at her. He wanted his wife's mother to see his erect cock, tenting his pajama's crotch. He wanted her to know that she had sexually excited him enough to give his an erection. 

He thought about dick flashing his mother-in-law, which he never imagined of doing and have never done. Having never dick flashed anyone before, he wondered what she would do if he actually showed her his erect. Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she look away in embarrassment and shy?

Then, he wondered, in the way that he touched and felt her, would she reach out and touch him in the same way? Would she wrap her long fingers around his naked prick and stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him? Or would she tell her daughter that he deliberately dick flashed her?

To be continued.....