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Few days later, Anushka left for Hyderabad, as planned. Ketika proactively asked and learned from Anushka, all that was required to be taken care of in the house, in Anushka's absence. Taking stock of the food items in the fridge; what needed to be cooked; any special instructions for the housemaid; preparing lunch to be packed and given to Harsh when he left for office and other miscellaneous instructions. Ketika imbibed it all and made a mental note to include these tasks in her daily routine in addition to her studies and college classes. Anushka felt proud of her daughter!
Throughout the day, Harsh wondered how he could approach his daughter. He had no idea what to do. He couldn't focus on his work in the office. Never in his life had he thought that he would have to be in this situation. He had always been loving towards her yet strict about propriety and modesty. On multiple occasions, he had disciplined her for any improper dressing or behavior. How will he now ask her to be naked and have sex with him?
He still didn't have any ideas when he returned home in the evening. Ketika opened the front door when he rang the bell. He looked at her and felt guilty. She smiled at him. He looked away and entered the house. He spent the rest of the evening, reading newspaper and watching TV. They ate dinner, quietly.
"How's your friend?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. Ketika looked at him, quizzically.
"You have sleepovers at her house. That girl whose parents are frequently out of town," he said, trying to remember a name.
"Ah, that's Roma. Yeah, she's fine. Why are you asking about her?" she asked, curiously.
"Nothing. It's good that you go over to her house to keep her company. Parents shouldn't be leaving their young daughters alone. That's irresponsible," he grumbled. He didn't approve of Roma's parents taking frequent out-station trips.
Later that night when he was preparing for bed, there was a knock at his bedroom door. Ketika poked her head in.
"Daddy, I am feeling a bit scared and uneasy in my room. Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, innocently.
Harsh was slightly taken aback by that, since Ketika had always slept in her own room since she was a teen. Yet, he thought, this might just be the opportunity he was looking for.
"Sure. Come on in," he said.
"Let me change to my nightwear and get my pillow," she said.
She came back few minutes later wearing a knee length nightie with spaghetti straps. She looked self-conscious of wearing something so sheer and short.
"I only wear these at night in my room, daddy, while sleeping," she explained, guiltily, afraid of a sharp tongue lashing from her father for inappropriate dressing.
"Hmm, that's ok, as long as it's confined to your room," he said, reassuringly.
Ketika got into her mother's side of the bed and went to sleep. Harsh got into the bed and switched off the bed lamp. He remained awake wondering what he was supposed to do. He could feel her soft, rhythmic breathing and knew she was asleep.
He had missed the chance to talk to her. But what was he supposed to say? He had never discussed about sex with his children. The topic was awkward and embarrassing. He had always wanted to shield them away from sex, not talk to them about it and definitely not to teach them! Whenever they watched a movie together as a family, he had always selected something devoid of any intimate scenes. Even if there was a scene or two showing any physical intimacy or even hinting it, he would change the channel or skip ahead if possible.
He saw her shiver slightly in the cold. He unfolded the thin double blanket and covered himself and her. As he put the blanket on, he saw her nightie had lifted up slightly, leaving her thighs exposed. His hand darted forward to touch the exposed skin, but he stopped at the last moment and pulled the nightie back in place, covering her up. He pulled the blanket on top of her and lay down on the bed.
He couldn't sleep. He thought if Anushka had any better luck with their son. He tossed and turned, trying to figure out his next move. He switched on the bed lamp and looked at her. She remained asleep. In the soft glow of the lamp he looked at her. The nightie exposed a lot of skin on her back, shoulders and chest leaving her arms bare. It was just too exposing and scandalous for a young woman of a respectable family to wear such a skimpy nightie. But it was ok as long as she wore it in her bedroom while sleeping.
Slowly he moved his hand forward and touched her exposed upper back with his fingers. He gently caressed the skin watching for any reaction from her. Nothing. He traced a finger down her upper arm from her bare shoulder to her elbow. She shivered slightly. He drew his hand back. He was strangely aroused and his cock was hard, tenting his pajamas.
She shifted in her sleep and moved closer to him. His erection now poked her butt. He moved back involuntary at the contact, his heart racing. She fell asleep again and he relaxed. Slowly, he moved back to his original position, this time intentionally rubbing his tent on her nightie covered butt. It felt surreal to him that he was rubbing his erection on his daughter's ass. He gently lifted her arm and placed her hand on his tent. He released her hand and it stayed there, her fingers on his cock. Suddenly, she shifted her hand slightly and curled her fingers around his tent, gripping his hard cock. His breath caught in his chest. Her fingers tightened slightly, squeezing his cock and then went slack. She went back to sleep again and Harsh sighed in relief.
He moved her hand off his cock, thinking that the squeeze had felt good. But he had to think more about how to proceed. He switched off the bed lamp, turned away from her and went to sleep.
***
Anushka got off the train at the railway station. Deepu received her and drove her to his room. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment with a friend, near his college campus. His roommate had already left for his home, so Anushka occupied that empty bed.
She had come to the city with confidence that she'd seduce and fuck her own son; make him a man. Yet, seeing Deepu in front of her had brought out the maternal instincts, making her slightly unsure of her plan. She rolled her eyes when she saw the mess in Deepu's room. She entered the bathroom to freshen up and ended up cleaning it to her satisfaction before taking a shower. She then proceeded to clean the bedroom and tidying up all the stuff lying around. Deepu, guiltily, helped her. On Anushka's request, he put the two single beds together to make a double bed.
That night, as Anushka prepared to go to bed, she went to the bathroom and changed into a skimpy nightie she had bought specifically for this trip. The nightie was mostly modest yet was form fitting and accentuated her large breasts. The garment was low cut as well, displaying a generous amount of cleavage. She fixed her hair and exited the bathroom.
Deepu sat at his study table, working on his laptop. She didn't look at him but could feel his eyes on her. She acted normally and sat on the bed, talking to him. She asked him general questions about his life at college and his friends. He engaged in the conversation but she could see that his eyes were regularly drawn towards her cleavage. She deliberately looked elsewhere, giving him a chance to ogle without feeling too self-conscious. Feeling tired after the day's journey, she finally went to bed. Deepu too came to bed. Switching the lights off, they went to sleep.
Sometime later, Anushka woke up. She opened her eyes slowly. The room was mostly dark but not completely dark as it was earlier. Keeping still, she looked sideways to see Deepu sitting at his study table. He sat in a reclining position on his chair with his legs stretched in front of him. The laptop was on and its screen flickered, giving off intermittent illumination in the room. He had his earphones on.
Must be watching a movie, Anushka thought as her eyes got used to the darkness. Then, she gasped softly. Deepu was topless wearing only his shorts. Both his hands were around his crotch, moving slowly.
Oh God! Is he masturbating? Anushka thought, shocked. Where did he learn to do that? What is he watching?
She moved slightly on the bed. It creaked. Deepu covered himself in a hurry and pulled out the earphones from his ears. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. He looked at her for a couple of minutes, watching for any signs of movement. Satisfied, he relaxed once more and immersed himself in his laptop. He didn't put on the earphones though, and kept looking towards her every few minutes. Anushka opened her eyes slightly and peeked at her son as he went back to pleasuring himself. Few minutes later, he got up and went to the bathroom, probably to finish the job.
As the bathroom door closed, she got up from the bed and went to the study table. She sat on the chair and looked at the laptop screen. The media player had been minimized. She brought it back up and hit play, staring in shock as a pornographic video started playing. She had never seen one before, just heard about it from Harsh. Yet, this was wildly different from what she had imagined them to be. This video was professionally shot and showed a man and a woman, engaged in sexual intercourse. Both actors had impossibly impressive, smooth hairless bodies. The actress had huge breasts and the actor had a massive cock, the biggest she had ever seen. Both of them were posed in difficult looking sexual positions and kept fucking tirelessly. Anushka picked up the earphones and brought them near her ears. The loud moans, grunts and obscene encouragements spouted by the actress hit her ears. Disgusted, she put the earphones down and paused the video.
To say Anushka was shocked would be an understatement. It was unthinkable for her, that her son would be masturbating by watching such disgusting pornographic videos. She felt conflicted. On a deeper level, she thought masturbation was bad and should only be done as a last resort to relieve some tension. Deepu seemed to have made a habit of it, which bothered her. Even more worrisome was that he was watching porn! Those filthy videos depicted everything unnatural and exaggerated about sex. It would no doubt give a very wrong impression of sexual intimacy in the minds of a naïve young man. She worried that her son would believe what he saw in those videos and think that to be natural. This was dangerous. Very dangerous, indeed, she thought.
She got up and pressed her ear close to the bathroom door, listening intently. She couldn't hear anything at first but only a few seconds later she heard a low moan and grunt from her son. Then the sounds of the tap water running. She moved away from the door and got back into the bed. As she settled back and pretended to be asleep, Deepu came out of the bathroom. He put his t-shirt and shorts back on, quietly got into bed and went to sleep. Anushka looked at the sleeping form of Deepu.
Oh, my son! What have you gotten into?
***
Throughout the day, Harsh wondered how he could approach his daughter. He had no idea what to do. He couldn't focus on his work in the office. Never in his life had he thought that he would have to be in this situation. He had always been loving towards her yet strict about propriety and modesty. On multiple occasions, he had disciplined her for any improper dressing or behavior. How will he now ask her to be naked and have sex with him?
He still didn't have any ideas when he returned home in the evening. Ketika opened the front door when he rang the bell. He looked at her and felt guilty. She smiled at him. He looked away and entered the house. He spent the rest of the evening, reading newspaper and watching TV. They ate dinner, quietly.
"How's your friend?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. Ketika looked at him, quizzically.
"You have sleepovers at her house. That girl whose parents are frequently out of town," he said, trying to remember a name.
"Ah, that's Roma. Yeah, she's fine. Why are you asking about her?" she asked, curiously.
"Nothing. It's good that you go over to her house to keep her company. Parents shouldn't be leaving their young daughters alone. That's irresponsible," he grumbled. He didn't approve of Roma's parents taking frequent out-station trips.
Later that night when he was preparing for bed, there was a knock at his bedroom door. Ketika poked her head in.
"Daddy, I am feeling a bit scared and uneasy in my room. Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, innocently.
Harsh was slightly taken aback by that, since Ketika had always slept in her own room since she was a teen. Yet, he thought, this might just be the opportunity he was looking for.
"Sure. Come on in," he said.
"Let me change to my nightwear and get my pillow," she said.
She came back few minutes later wearing a knee length nightie with spaghetti straps. She looked self-conscious of wearing something so sheer and short.
"I only wear these at night in my room, daddy, while sleeping," she explained, guiltily, afraid of a sharp tongue lashing from her father for inappropriate dressing.
"Hmm, that's ok, as long as it's confined to your room," he said, reassuringly.
Ketika got into her mother's side of the bed and went to sleep. Harsh got into the bed and switched off the bed lamp. He remained awake wondering what he was supposed to do. He could feel her soft, rhythmic breathing and knew she was asleep.
He had missed the chance to talk to her. But what was he supposed to say? He had never discussed about sex with his children. The topic was awkward and embarrassing. He had always wanted to shield them away from sex, not talk to them about it and definitely not to teach them! Whenever they watched a movie together as a family, he had always selected something devoid of any intimate scenes. Even if there was a scene or two showing any physical intimacy or even hinting it, he would change the channel or skip ahead if possible.
He saw her shiver slightly in the cold. He unfolded the thin double blanket and covered himself and her. As he put the blanket on, he saw her nightie had lifted up slightly, leaving her thighs exposed. His hand darted forward to touch the exposed skin, but he stopped at the last moment and pulled the nightie back in place, covering her up. He pulled the blanket on top of her and lay down on the bed.
He couldn't sleep. He thought if Anushka had any better luck with their son. He tossed and turned, trying to figure out his next move. He switched on the bed lamp and looked at her. She remained asleep. In the soft glow of the lamp he looked at her. The nightie exposed a lot of skin on her back, shoulders and chest leaving her arms bare. It was just too exposing and scandalous for a young woman of a respectable family to wear such a skimpy nightie. But it was ok as long as she wore it in her bedroom while sleeping.
Slowly he moved his hand forward and touched her exposed upper back with his fingers. He gently caressed the skin watching for any reaction from her. Nothing. He traced a finger down her upper arm from her bare shoulder to her elbow. She shivered slightly. He drew his hand back. He was strangely aroused and his cock was hard, tenting his pajamas.
She shifted in her sleep and moved closer to him. His erection now poked her butt. He moved back involuntary at the contact, his heart racing. She fell asleep again and he relaxed. Slowly, he moved back to his original position, this time intentionally rubbing his tent on her nightie covered butt. It felt surreal to him that he was rubbing his erection on his daughter's ass. He gently lifted her arm and placed her hand on his tent. He released her hand and it stayed there, her fingers on his cock. Suddenly, she shifted her hand slightly and curled her fingers around his tent, gripping his hard cock. His breath caught in his chest. Her fingers tightened slightly, squeezing his cock and then went slack. She went back to sleep again and Harsh sighed in relief.
He moved her hand off his cock, thinking that the squeeze had felt good. But he had to think more about how to proceed. He switched off the bed lamp, turned away from her and went to sleep.
***
Anushka got off the train at the railway station. Deepu received her and drove her to his room. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment with a friend, near his college campus. His roommate had already left for his home, so Anushka occupied that empty bed.
She had come to the city with confidence that she'd seduce and fuck her own son; make him a man. Yet, seeing Deepu in front of her had brought out the maternal instincts, making her slightly unsure of her plan. She rolled her eyes when she saw the mess in Deepu's room. She entered the bathroom to freshen up and ended up cleaning it to her satisfaction before taking a shower. She then proceeded to clean the bedroom and tidying up all the stuff lying around. Deepu, guiltily, helped her. On Anushka's request, he put the two single beds together to make a double bed.
That night, as Anushka prepared to go to bed, she went to the bathroom and changed into a skimpy nightie she had bought specifically for this trip. The nightie was mostly modest yet was form fitting and accentuated her large breasts. The garment was low cut as well, displaying a generous amount of cleavage. She fixed her hair and exited the bathroom.
Deepu sat at his study table, working on his laptop. She didn't look at him but could feel his eyes on her. She acted normally and sat on the bed, talking to him. She asked him general questions about his life at college and his friends. He engaged in the conversation but she could see that his eyes were regularly drawn towards her cleavage. She deliberately looked elsewhere, giving him a chance to ogle without feeling too self-conscious. Feeling tired after the day's journey, she finally went to bed. Deepu too came to bed. Switching the lights off, they went to sleep.
Sometime later, Anushka woke up. She opened her eyes slowly. The room was mostly dark but not completely dark as it was earlier. Keeping still, she looked sideways to see Deepu sitting at his study table. He sat in a reclining position on his chair with his legs stretched in front of him. The laptop was on and its screen flickered, giving off intermittent illumination in the room. He had his earphones on.
Must be watching a movie, Anushka thought as her eyes got used to the darkness. Then, she gasped softly. Deepu was topless wearing only his shorts. Both his hands were around his crotch, moving slowly.
Oh God! Is he masturbating? Anushka thought, shocked. Where did he learn to do that? What is he watching?
She moved slightly on the bed. It creaked. Deepu covered himself in a hurry and pulled out the earphones from his ears. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. He looked at her for a couple of minutes, watching for any signs of movement. Satisfied, he relaxed once more and immersed himself in his laptop. He didn't put on the earphones though, and kept looking towards her every few minutes. Anushka opened her eyes slightly and peeked at her son as he went back to pleasuring himself. Few minutes later, he got up and went to the bathroom, probably to finish the job.
As the bathroom door closed, she got up from the bed and went to the study table. She sat on the chair and looked at the laptop screen. The media player had been minimized. She brought it back up and hit play, staring in shock as a pornographic video started playing. She had never seen one before, just heard about it from Harsh. Yet, this was wildly different from what she had imagined them to be. This video was professionally shot and showed a man and a woman, engaged in sexual intercourse. Both actors had impossibly impressive, smooth hairless bodies. The actress had huge breasts and the actor had a massive cock, the biggest she had ever seen. Both of them were posed in difficult looking sexual positions and kept fucking tirelessly. Anushka picked up the earphones and brought them near her ears. The loud moans, grunts and obscene encouragements spouted by the actress hit her ears. Disgusted, she put the earphones down and paused the video.
To say Anushka was shocked would be an understatement. It was unthinkable for her, that her son would be masturbating by watching such disgusting pornographic videos. She felt conflicted. On a deeper level, she thought masturbation was bad and should only be done as a last resort to relieve some tension. Deepu seemed to have made a habit of it, which bothered her. Even more worrisome was that he was watching porn! Those filthy videos depicted everything unnatural and exaggerated about sex. It would no doubt give a very wrong impression of sexual intimacy in the minds of a naïve young man. She worried that her son would believe what he saw in those videos and think that to be natural. This was dangerous. Very dangerous, indeed, she thought.
She got up and pressed her ear close to the bathroom door, listening intently. She couldn't hear anything at first but only a few seconds later she heard a low moan and grunt from her son. Then the sounds of the tap water running. She moved away from the door and got back into the bed. As she settled back and pretended to be asleep, Deepu came out of the bathroom. He put his t-shirt and shorts back on, quietly got into bed and went to sleep. Anushka looked at the sleeping form of Deepu.
Oh, my son! What have you gotten into?
***