20-08-2026, 11:22 PM
It was well past midnight before everyone went to bed. Baba went to bed soon after the massage, but the ladies and some other relatives stayed on. Even though I was tired, they kept me hanging around.
I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.
Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.
My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.
'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.
My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.
My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.
I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.
Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.
My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.
'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.
My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.
My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.
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