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My name is Ram Lal. I’m 55 years old, but my body is still sturdy. I live in a small house in a village in Barabanki, Uttar Pradesh, with my daughter-in-law, Anamika. My wife passed away ten years ago, and since then, I’ve been alone. My son, Ramesh, works a low-paying job in Delhi and comes home only once a year, for barely a month. Anamika, my daughter-in-law, is 22 years old. She’s fair-skinned, with long black hair, heavy breasts, a slim waist, and an ass so full that it stands out even in a saree. Her body is the kind that could make any man’s mind wander. But I always saw her as a daughter.
Four years ago, Anamika came to our house as a bride. My son couldn’t take her to Delhi because he doesn’t earn enough. She has to stay here alone, and I often noticed her looking sad. I thought she missed her husband. But I had no idea that her sadness stemmed from something else—her pussy’s hunger, which I only realized later.
One day, I wasn’t feeling well. I came back from the fields with a slight fever. Anamika came to me and said, “Pitaji, you’re not well. Let me heat some oil and give you a massage.” I tried to refuse, but she insisted. She warmed mustard oil and sat beside me. Her blouse’s top hook was undone, and her heavy breasts were half-exposed. I tried to look away, but her full, round tits were hard to ignore. My eyes kept drifting there. She massaged my shoulders, chest, and thighs. Her fingers glided over my body, and wrong thoughts started creeping into my mind. I scolded myself, “Ram Lal, she’s your daughter-in-law. Don’t think like that.” But her actions suggested something else. She deliberately brushed her breast against my hand. My cock stirred slightly under my dhoti, but I controlled myself.
The next day, I came back from the fields and saw Anamika bathing at the handpump. The door was wide open. She had taken off her blouse and bra, wearing only a petticoat tied at her waist. Her breasts were bare, and she was rubbing them as water poured over her. Her wet tits glistened, and her nipples were hard and erect. I froze. My eyes locked onto her breasts. She saw me and acted embarrassed, saying, “Oh, Pitaji, when did you come?” She quickly covered her tits with her hands. I mumbled, blushing, “Beti, why did you leave the door open?” and hurried to my room. But my dhoti showed a clear bulge. My cock was hard. I thought to myself, “What’s happening? I’m old, yet this…”
Days passed, but Anamika’s behavior only got bolder. I couldn’t understand why she was doing this. One night, around 2 a.m., I heard her moaning loudly. I got worried and went to her room. She was lying on the bed, clutching her stomach, groaning in pain. “Pitaji… my stomach… it hurts so much!” she said, her voice full of distress. I said, “Beti, should we go to a doctor?” She replied, “No, Pitaji, this has happened before. My mother used to massage my stomach with warm oil, and it helped.” I went to the kitchen, heated some mustard oil, and returned. She said, “Pitaji, I can’t apply it myself. Please do it for me.”
I hesitated. “Beti, this isn’t right… how can I?” But she said, “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” My hands were trembling, but I started rubbing oil on her stomach. Her saree was pulled up, revealing her smooth thighs. I tried not to look, but she was pressing her tits over her blouse. Then she loosened the string of her petticoat. The top of her pussy was visible. My hands froze. I said, “Beti, this is wrong…” But she looked me in the eye and said, “Pitaji, give me the pleasure your son couldn’t give me. If you refuse, I’ll scream to the whole village that you molested me.”
I was terrified. “No, Beti, this is a sin!” I pleaded. But she threatened, “I’ll go outside right now and scream that you ruined my honor.” I had no choice. I gave in. She pulled off her blouse, and her heavy tits were free in front of me. She pulled me into her arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest. My breathing got heavy. She yanked off my dhoti. My cock, already hard, was exposed. About 6 inches long, thick, and veiny. She took it in her hand and started stroking it. “Pitaji, your cock is still so young…” she said in a sultry voice.
She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She shoved one of her tits into my mouth. “Suck it, Pitaji… love my tits…” Her voice dripped with lust. I hesitated, but her breast was in my mouth. I started sucking slowly. “Uhh… ahh… harder…” she moaned. The taste of her tit was driving me wild. Then she grabbed my finger and placed it on her pussy. “Feel how wet my pussy is, Pitaji…” Her pussy was soaked, and my fingers slipped inside. She pushed my head down. I started licking her pussy. “Ahh… uhh… Pitaji… lick my pussy…” she moaned loudly. Her pussy juices were dripping, and I was tasting them.
I licked her pussy for about 10 minutes. Her tits were hard, and she was moaning loudly. Then she took my cock in her mouth. Her warm tongue slid over my cock. “Umm… Pitaji, your cock is so tasty…” She licked my balls too. I was groaning, “Beti… this is wrong…” but my hard cock betrayed my words.
She placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and said, “Pitaji, fuck me now… fuck my pussy hard…” I hesitated, but she grabbed my waist and slid my cock into her pussy. “Ahh… uhh… it’s so thick…” she screamed. I started thrusting slowly. Her wet pussy gripped my cock as it slid in and out. “Thap… thap… thap…” the sound of my thrusts echoed in the room. She lifted her ass to match my rhythm. “Pitaji… harder… tear my pussy apart…” she screamed.
She changed positions. She climbed on top of me and took my cock back into her pussy. She bounced up and down, her tits jiggling. “Uhh… ahh… Pitaji… it feels so good…” I grabbed her tits and squeezed them. She placed my fingers on her nipples and said, “Pinch them… hard…” I pulled her nipples, and she moaned louder.
Then she said, “Pitaji, fuck me doggy style…” She got on her knees, her ass in the air. I slapped her ass and shoved my cock into her pussy. “Ahh… uhh… Pitaji… my pussy’s tearing…” she screamed. I thrust harder. “Thap… thap… thap…” my balls slapped against her ass. She tightened her pussy, making it even more pleasurable for me.
After about 20 minutes of fucking, she said, “Pitaji, now fuck my ass…” I hesitated, but she guided my finger into her ass. “See how tight it is…” I placed my cock at her asshole and slowly pushed in. “Ahh… uhh… slowly… Pitaji…” she moaned. My pace quickened, and my cock slid in and out of her tight ass. She was lost in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Finally, I was about to cum. She said, “Pitaji, cum in my mouth…” She took my cock in her mouth, and I came hard. My hot cum shot down her throat. She licked it all up and smiled at me. “Pitaji, I need this pleasure every night…” she said.
Since that night, Anamika has been sleeping with me every night. Despite my age, my lust has awakened. This has been going on for four months. Now, she’s two months pregnant with my child. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m drowning in this sin. Did you like my story? Please share your thoughts.