Part 03
"Thank God that we did not have to use the Glock!"
Sheela got up from the executive chair where she had been sitting for the whole day and stretched herself.
"Go and lock the door first," she told Rudra and lit a Trichy cigar. This was from a box that she had found in the drawer of Subho's desk.
Rudra and Sheela were in Subho's office in Nariman Point looking at the sun setting over the the Arabian Sea. This had been Subho's 'home office' on the 18th floor of Express Towers, one of the most expensive pieces of real estate in India, and was more like a mini penthouse. When he was in a mood to do so, Subho used to run his business from his regular corporate premises in the Kamala Mills compound and of course he had a bungalow at the Bandra Bandstand where Sheela had spent a couple of weekends. But now that he was no more, Sheela and her son Rudra had discovered this little gem of real estate that was the nerve centre of his personal world.
She had just finished the last meeting of the day with the management team of Subho's company - the CEO, Kamala, and the Company Secretary, Jagadish. They had put the final signatures on the various documents that were needed under Company Law to recognise Sheela as the new owner of the company and the Chair of the Board of Directors. Subho's sudden and unusual death at the PaglaJhora waterfalls had raised a lot of eyebrows and suspicions of those who had their eyes on Subho's very profitable engineering business. But with some deft handling of the rural police in North Bengal, it had been established, and reluctantly accepted, that he had indeed slipped and fallen into the falls and had drowned to death. As an intestate Hindu, who had not left a will behind, all his property had been equally divided between his two class I heirs, namely his widow Sheela and son Rudra. Now both of them were equal owners of his business.
"Would it be too windy if I open a window?"
"Go ahead, it will be quite nice."
Rudra opened a single pane of the bank of windows. The salty air from the sea rolled through the room that was already redolent with the mild aroma of the Trichy that Sheela was smoking. Mother and son sat down on two sofas near the window and stared at the orb of the sun that was sliding into the sea.
"Yes, it was good that we did not have to use the Glock. Things would have been a lot more complicated with a gunshot wound in the picture." Sheela finally got around to addressing the point that her son had been trying to make for some time.
"It was a convenient accident."
"It was an accident. Period." Sheela cut him off. "That chapter is closed and now that these company matters have been taken care of, we need to plan for the future."
"What next?"
"Let us start with what we know, or what we heard that night."
"We have been over it a number of times."
"But there have always been too many distractions. Let us begin with a clean slate."
"How should we start?"
"My mother, your grandma, Durgamati, was a very special woman with unusual powers. Agree?"
"Yes, and you have inherited some of that."
"Along with you and this power manifests itself when we are in a state of sexual arousal."
"Not just arousal, it needs an ejaculation."
"Yes, physical contact with freshly ejaculated spermatozoa"
"What is the nature of this power?"
"We see this in an explosion of physical energy, a glow, a raw incandescence, but it also has an impact on the social and economic world."
"You mean the world of my father's business."
"Yes, but right now, I am interested in its origin, its source."
"Which should take us back to my grandmother, from where it all began."
"Do you really believe that incredible story of her entrapment, her explosive release, her recapture and her transferral to you and me?"
"It is a little complicated, but I do know that my mother is trapped, and she needs release."
"I am with you in this."
"That goes without saying my little Lord. Without you I am powerless to do anything!"
"Really?"
"You remember how Kamala's opposition to my ownership of this company, that she had thought was hers, crumbled after.." Sheela paused with a naughty smile on her lips.
Of course, he remembered! How could Rudra forget the day when Kamala had come to this very room with three burly police officers. They had grilled Sheela and Rudra separately about the manner of Subho's death in Bengal and about the Glock that Subho had purchased. Both mother and son had of course given a clear account of the events leading up to the death, leaving out of course the little excitement of the night before, but police had been sceptical and non-committal. It had been a very tense day for both of them and it was quite late in the evening when the police had finally left their office.
Before leaving however, one of the police officers had been a little too inquisitive and had done a perfunctory search of the office. That is when they had first learnt that one of the walls could be pushed aside to reveal a small private and very unique bedroom. One wall of the room was glass, from ceiling to floor through which one could see the lights of the city glittering far below. Two other walls were decorated with exquisite prints of Milo Manara nudes while the fourth had a home theatre system and a well-stocked bar! Obviously, none of these signs of opulence could be connected with Subho's death in the remote mountains and so the police had to reluctantly get back to more mundane matters.
But Sheela had taken one look at the cozy bedroom and had decided that there was no point in them going back to their Bandra bungalow. There was no one there anyway and it was quite late. She asked Rudra to order pizzas and crashed on the bed, tired and drained after a day of tense cross-examination.
"Ma, there is a lot of beer in the fridge, and it is chilled."
"I could do with something stiffer tonight."
"Stiff as in a single malt? Or something else?" Rudra grinned.
"You men have only one thing on your brain!" Sheela had said in mock anger, but it was not as if she was averse to the idea either.
"Come, come, you have had a stressful day today. Let me drain that stress out of your body with a good massage."
They had not planned to stay at Nariman Point and so neither of them had brought a change of clothes. But this was hardly a problem because Sheela was more than happy to pull off her kameez top and drop the salwar trousers that she had been wearing the whole day. Standing in her bra and panties, Sheela stretched out her arms and pulled her son into a big hug.
"What would I do without you kiddo?"
Rudra too hugged her tight but in addition, pressed his lips on hers and kissed his mother deeply. No words were spoken, none were needed as Rudra unclipped her bra then pushed her face down on the bed.
"I wish there was some talcum powder or body lotion to rub you with."
"Why not use that single malt in the bar as a rubbing alcohol!"
Which was an excellent idea that Rudra had put to good use. He performed the sacrilege of pouring a peg of Glenmorangie on his mother's back and running his thumbs up and down her spine. Sheela murmured in pleasure and wiggled her buttocks. Rudra obliged her by pulling her panties off. Sheela raised her buttocks to reveal the crack within the puffed cheeks of her vaginal lips. Rudra took the bottle and poured it directly into her lips. Then he pushed his fingers in and gave his mother a firm but gentle prod.
Sheela squealed in pleasure as the alcohol chilled through her genitalia. More so, as she felt her son's fingers push into her from the back. Her body twitched with pleasure and then relaxed to the soft touch of his fingers running down from her neck, across her back, over her butt right through her lips and all the way into her deepest innards. Rudra too had let go of his T-shirt and trousers and was in his crotch hugging briefs that had already tented with his own erection. As he reached across his mother to rub the single malt into her tired body, Sheela felt the prod of her son's erection pressing against her buttocks and even lower and deeper.
"Take off your undies!" Sheela ordered, "and press my scalp."
Sheela was face down on the bed and Rudra straddled her thighs. Then he leaned forward, dragged her head back by her hair and started to massage her scalp by gripping her hair in her clenched fists. Sheela purred with pleasure as she felt his erection brushing against her back and then prodding her butt. Her back was now bent back like a bow, her breasts were swinging free, and her nipples were already erect. Rudra reached out and grabbed one, then squeezed it lightly. Sheela cooed with pleasure and jerked her hair free, turned herself around to be on her back. Then she grabbed her son's face and pulled it down to her own and in the process, Rudra was now on his mother's chest, with his penis nudging her on her pubes.
Sheela kissed her son deeply, savouring the taste of his tongue as it pushed straight past her lips and on to her own tongue. Oh God, she needed this and more! She felt his penis, now big and hard, pressing into her belly and reached down to grab it in her fists. No words were spoken, none were needed as she expertly guided her son into her vaginal crack and then thrust her hips upward to swallow it completely. Never had it been as smooth and as satisfying as it was when her son penetrated her with one fluid motion. He then continued to pound her pussy with his penile piston until Sheela screamed out in sheer pleasure.
But it was not only Sheela screaming in pleasure. It was the conjoined ecstasy of mother and son thrashing about in the throes of an unworldly sexual orgasm. Too many things seemed to be happening but then again time must have stopped still because the clock hardly moved. Rudra was ejaculating copious amounts of cum that not only flooded through his mother's pussy with such intensity that it seemed to splash out and wet the whole bed itself. But along with the cum that was flooding through Sheela there was a blazing sheet of light that glowed where mother and son were thrashing around on each other. Then there was this roaring sound that made the windowpanes shiver. In all this, Sheela and Rudra heard what seemed to be people shouting, the sound of screeching that one hears when a car brakes hard followed by a loud thud. For a while there was silence and then the wail of the ambulance.
As the light and sound show died out, Rudra found himself on his mother's chest, softly suckling her teats while Sheela ran her fingers through her son's hair. They might have stayed like this, savouring each other, for some more time but then there was someone ringing the doorbell.
"That would be the pizza guy," Sheela told her son, "And remember to put on your pants." She grinned.
Next morning there were two small pieces of news in the papers. First, someone had noticed a strange glow of light that was briefly seen to illuminate the Express Towers and second that there had been a car accident that had injured three policemen, though none of them were very serious. Neither Sheela nor Rudra had seen either of these but a day later, Kamala had called up Sheela and had informed her that the process of transferring the shares in Subho's company to their name would be done in a day or two.
Now that the ownership issue had been settled, it was time for the next step - the mystery of Sheela's mother.
Unlike most fathers, Sheela's father had virtually abandoned all contact with her as soon as she had got married to his friend's son Subho. Sheela had found this rather odd but in fact there were so many odd things in her life that she had taken this too in her stride. Now that she had heard a few things from Subho, on the night before his fortuitous accident, some of the oddities were falling in place. Of her never present but not dead mother who was supposed to be around the house but not visible to either father or daughter. Of her father eyeing her every now and then, not just as a daughter but as someone else. Of occasional visits to their house by Subho's father, accompanied by young women - a different one each time - and the way they would be closeted together in the library.
Of how during these visits, there would be muffled shrieks from within the library and the house would be filled with a strange sensation - part pleasure, part terror - that her father would neither explain nor deny in very explicit terms. It was all very mysterious and yet, even as a child, Sheela could feel a tingle of excitement and fear whenever such things happened. All of these had ended when Sheela was bundled off to Goethal's Memorial School in Darjeeling and then married off to Subho. Things were not yet fully clear, but Sheela was now in a position to see the big picture. She had bounced her ideas off from her son and with his help - both intellectual and sexual - a plan was beginning to take shape. The first step was to re-establish contact with her estranged father.
Sheela's father, Barun was originally from the tribal area of Chotanagpur, near the Bengal-Bihar border. He had a flat in Calcutta that he had gifted to Sheela, as a part of her marriage dowry. Sheela had stayed on in this flat after her marriage and Rudra had also grown up there, but Barun had moved to Mumbai soon thereafter and had barely been in touch with either his daughter or grandson. Subsequently he had acquired a lakeside villa in the Aamby Valley, in a distress sale when the township had run into severe political problems.
Rudra and Sheela decided to visit him during the Navaratri celebrations that coincide with the Durga Puja.
Mother and son had spent the night in the small guest bedroom of Barun's lakeshore villa located in one of the most remote corners of the sprawling, but largely abandoned, township. Sheela was the first to wake up and see the stunning scenery that had revealed itself at daybreak. The still waters of the lake were glistening in the light of the sun peeping over the Sahayadri Hills. Had they been back in Calcutta, the drums in the local Durga pandel -- temporary shrines set up to celebrate the annual autumn festival of the goddess Durga -- would have been banging away. Today was Ashtami, the eighth day of the bright fortnight in the Hindu month of Ashvin, when the potency of the goddess peaks as she kills the evil ogre. But Sheela had no time to celebrate. There were many things to be done.
"Get up Rudra," she shook her son awake, but not before that she had first glanced at the ceiling and had made sure that her own sleeping suit was in place!
But why was she suddenly so conscious of her dress?
They had driven down from Mumbai the day before and had surprised Barun by arriving unannounced well after sunset. Barun was pushing seventy and had not aged very well. He was thin and because of his height had become a little bent. He was mostly bald with just a white fringe of hair. His cheeks had sunk, and he had a haunted, feral look in his eyes. The three of them were meeting after so long that both Barun and his grandson Rudra were a bit awkward, but Sheela had taken charge and had put them all at ease. There was much catching up to do but after some initial and inane chit-chat, Sheela had taken the bull by the horns.
"Baba, do you have a picture of my Ma? Rudra was very keen to know about her."
Barun was quiet for a while. "Of course there is," he said very hesitantly, "but.."
"But what Baba?"
"It may be a bit too adult for her grandson!" Barun smiled.
"Oh! He is old enough for anything." Of course, there was no need to say that he had been fucking is mother.
"Then let us open a bottle of whisky before we open his eyes."
Since they were arriving unannounced, Sheela had packed and picked up some biryani and kebabs from a roadside hotel. They had been on the road for the whole day and were ravenously hungry. So on arrival, they had first sat down for an early dinner and then, soon after Sheela had asked about her mother, Barun opened a bottle of whisky. Nothing classy of course, but Sheela noticed that he had poured for himself nearly double of what he had poured for his guests! Even then, Barun ran through his drink well before the other two and quickly poured himself one more as mother and son finished theirs. Evidently there was something that had rattled him.
"Baba, we are done." Sheela was feeling pleasantly buzzed. "Shall we go?"
"Yes, the picture is there in the library." Barun led them out of the dining room, through the large drawing room to the library on the other side of the house. The library was locked and Barun was way too high to shield his not-so-deft move to retrieve the key from the alcove where it was hidden. The room was less of a library -- there were hardly any books -- and more of a private lounge with windows at one end opening out towards the lake. But on the other three walls were large pictures -- some photographs and some paintings -- of a Santhali, tribal woman, obviously Sheela's mother and all in different stages of nudity!
For a moment everyone was quiet, until Sheela once again broke the ice. "That's a very impressive collection, Baba," then turned to her son, "and what an unusual introduction to your Dida, Rudra."
"Your mother was a very unusual woman, Sheela."
"Must have been," Sheela dropped her voice and spoke to herself, "If you can only think of her in the nude."
"She had charm, actually much more than charm," Barun was mumbling to himself. "A spark, a magnetic spark, actually an explosive spark."
"And what was it like?"
"It was a pulse," Barun smiled, "a pulse of..." he was groping for words, "of pleasure, of ecstasy."
"Ecstasy? Or Agony?" Sheela was scoping out the terrain.
"You know sweetheart," Rudra noticed that his mother flinched a little, as Barun threw his arms around her shoulder. "She was so much like you."
"Yes, Baba." Sheela played along. "That is why I decided to visit you, to see if you were keeping well, if you needed anything."
"Playing with her was like playing with fire."
"But of course, I would be nothing compared to her."
"Depends. Depends on so many things." Barun smiled at his daughter who smiled back. Then she drew close to him and ran her fingers across his face, stopping for just a moment at his lips.
"Oh God!" Barun remarked and suddenly his breathing became laboured and heavy. "I hope you are staying here for a few days."
"I am, but first let me see these paintings closely." There were five large paintings that stood out from the rest.
"That big one is the most realistic." It was. It showed her mother, Durgamati standing stark naked under a tree. One leg was raised on a tree stump, her hands were at her crotch and by the look on her face, she was obviously fingering herself to a state of bliss and ecstasy. There were others but not all of them showed Durgamati in ecstasy. There were quite a few where she was bound up and evidently under considerable stress.
"Who has painted these pictures?" Sheela pointed to one such stressed out picture.
"Different artists, but all working on photographs taken by Subho's father. He was good at it." Barun chortled. Sheela's jaw hardened as she imagined what would have been happening, but she kept quiet. She was looking for one specific image, but which one would that be?
"But Baba, which is your favourite? The one that is closest to..." she paused for a second, "your heart?"
"Will you get me some coffee, my dear, while I sit down on my favourite chair." Barun plopped down on a sofa that faced another naked picture of his wife -- one in which she was not just tied up but looked truly terrified.
Sheela went out to make some coffee leaving Rudra alone with his grandfather. Barun tried to engage Rudra with some pointless small talk, but Rudra was hardly interested. Instead, he sat down on the desktop computer and with his grandfather's permission, started browsing the internet.
Sheela took a while to prepare the coffee but when she returned, it was very clear why she had taken so long. Gone was the tired traveller and in her place was a vibrant hostess. Sheela carried a tray with three mugs of steaming coffee, but Barun's eyes were locked on his daughter. Sheela was now looking red-hot, dressed in a pair of black, knee length slacks and a sleeveless yellow top. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her long hair had tumbled around her shoulders. Sheela left Rudra's coffee next to the computer, then walked over to where her father was sitting and sat down next to him. Handing him his coffee, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, chastely, on his cheeks. Barun gave a groan of pleasure as he felt his daughter's boobs pressed against his arms and the heady fragrance of Chanel Coco filled the room.
"Rudra," she called her son. "Why don't you finish your coffee and go to bed. It's been a long day today."
Rudra was already in bed when Sheela returned to the small guest bedroom where they had been billeted for the night.
"How was it Ma? Could you get some more information?"
"Baba was either too drunk or he was just too smart. He was trying to make out with me."
"Did you allow him to feel you up?"
"I have softened him up, somewhat, let us see what we can do tomorrow."
"Meanwhile, I have discovered something else.."
"What?"
"Don't look right now but hidden inside that lampshade is a CCTV camera that possibly covers the entire room."
"Shit! I knew that Baba would be up to some tricks tonight. He is really lecherous with his guests."
"Which means that you and I sleep like babies tonight."
"Hmm" Sheela thought for a while. "But I am getting an idea."
"What?"
"You go to sleep, or at least pretend to, but I will keep Baba hard tonight," Sheela smiled at her own pun, "and soften him up for tomorrow!"
Rudra turned in and covered himself up with a sheet, which of course was nothing unusual given the chill in the air. But his plan to, quite literally, keep an eye on his mother faded away as the stress of driving through the day took its toll. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. Soon thereafter, Sheela's show started to roll but her only audience was her father, whom she had left at his computer in the library
Barun loved to see his guests undressing which is why he had permanently rigged the guest room with a camera, but his daughter was one horny bitch! No sooner had her son fallen asleep, Sheela got up and stripped herself nude. Barun gave a grunt of pleasure and started stroking his own erection as he watched his daughter's naked body -- from her big breasts all the way to her clean-shaven cunt. Things got even hotter as she rummaged through her luggage and pulled out a dildo. Then she lay down on the floor -- obviously she did not want her son to wake up during her nocturnal adventure -- and started rubbing her toy on her pubis. Barun was so excited to see her flagrant masturbation that it did not occur to him to wonder why she had placed herself on the floor and right in front of the camera.
But he couldn't care less. Here was Sheela, his lovely daughter, stark naked on the floor pleasuring herself with gay abandon in the same room as her own son! Who could ask for anything more? But of course, he did. He wanted to fuck her, here and now. He tried to get up but the whisky was far stronger than the coffee and he just couldn't. Instead, he simply crashed back on the sofa and the last thing that he remembered was his daughter, her legs spread wide, enjoying herself in the throes of a massive orgasm. If he had been a little more attentive, he might have noticed a smile on her face and might have even caught a little wink. But no, he did not get that. Barun-babu had crashed into his own sleep with the image of his naked daughter burned into his sex starved brain.
The camera had done its job well!
"Get up Rudra," Sheela pushed him again. "It's a wonderful day outside."
Indeed it was. It had rained a little in the night and the world had that freshly washed look.
"I fell asleep," Rudra pulled a long face, "and I missed all that action."
"Keep quiet," Sheela murmured, then spoke loudly, "why don't you go hiking there." she pointed at the scenic mountains that were visible in the daylight.
"And what are your plans?"
"My plans are my own." Sheela went into the bathroom and called loudly. "Rudra, can you help me open this damn bottle."
"What bottle?" Rudra was puzzled. But there was no bottle to open. Sheela opened the faucet and the shower at full flow and the noise of falling water covered up whatever plans and instructions she had for her son.
"Dadu (Grandfather), are there good hiking trails in these hills?" Grandfather and grandson were sitting at the breakfast table sipping orange juice and nibbling at an omelette.
"Yes, of course, do you want to go trekking? I will tell you of a nice place to go to." Barun was happy to get his not-so-beloved grandson out of the house.
"Would you and Ma want to come along as well?" Rudra was flying a kite to test the wind.
"I have already been there, and I am sure that your mother would not want to walk around in the sun."
"Good," Rudra smiled, "Then I can go really, really far today."
"No, you should not!" Sheela appeared at the door, "I don't want you to get lost."
"No he won't." Barun started to protest but one look at his daughter took his breath away!
Sheela had had a bath and left her long, dark hair hanging loosely down her back and over her shoulders. She had no makeup except for a big red vermillion bindi (or teep) on her forehead that she had carefully smudged to give herself that slightly wild look. Even more wanton was the tiny red choli-blouse that could barely contain her big, bounteous breasts and left vast swathes of her back and belly open for the infatuated male gaze. But the pièce de résistance was the white, chiffon saree with a coy red border that she had daintily draped over her luscious curves without the spoilsport of petticoat that would have come in the way of a lecherous male gaze.
"How do I look?" Sheela asked her father and her son as she felt their eyes caressing her curves. Framed against the morning light, she might not have been wearing that transparent chiffon saree at all.
"Like Menaka sent from the royal court of Indra" Barun was referring to the famous apsara, the divine courtesan, who would occasionally visit the mortals.
"And where is the sage Vishwamitra that she is searching for?"
Barely had Rudra left for his trek when Barun, quite literally, jumped on his delectable daughter. Throwing all parental propriety to the winds he grabbed her by her buttocks, pulled her into his lap and started kissing her on her lips while his hands started to squeeze her breasts. Sheela smiled and indulged her father, holding his face in her hands and kissing back. She had her plans but for that she needed a little seclusion.
"Come Baba, let us go to your bedroom, where you used to fuck my mother so well." No further urging was required as father and daughter literally ran to the master bedroom. This was a large, dimly lit room on the ground floor located away from the library on the other side of the house. Barun was so horny and desperate that he literally ripped her saree off and threw himself on his daughter, but Sheela would not give in so easily. She quickly rolled away, pushed her father on the bed and stood near his feet.
"Relax Baba, I have come all the way to fuck you so where is the hurry."
"I cannot hold myself back my dear."
"Neither can I, Baba, but this room is too dark. Let us have some natural light." Sheela walked over to the large window that overlooked the uncared-for garden, opened them and pulled the curtains apart. Then she came back to where Barun was lying eagerly in wait and pulled down his pyjamas to reveal his already erect penis. Barun might have looked old and soggy from outside but at his crotch, he was as horny as any stud! But the tragedy for horny old men is that younger, beautiful women, whom they wanted to fuck so badly, never had any interest in their company let alone their body. Barun was thanking his lucky stars that blood was thicker than water and his sexy daughter was so eager to be fucked by him.
Suddenly, her phone, which was on mute, buzzed but she did not pick it up. She merely smiled and disconnected. "Fuck these telecallers."
Barun was already hard and erect, and Sheela started to play with him. She cradled her father's big balls in her palms, pulled back the foreskin and gently licked the tip of his engorged penis. Barun gave a gurgle of pleasure, grabbed his daughter's silken tresses and pressed her head into the sparse patch of his grey pubic hair. Repulsive as it may have been for her, Sheela gave in and took her father's penis right into her mouth and sucked on it with loving care. Barun whimpered with pleasure, reached out, grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them and once again his daughter allowed him to play out his geriatric fantasies. Then he grabbed her by her armpits and dragged her onto his body such that his erection was pressing into her mound, poking and prodding at her cunt. This was what Sheela was waiting for...
"Baba, wait. I need to get a condom!"
"No, No, No, I cannot wait."
"But I am at the top of my cycle, and I don't want another complication."
"To hell with your complications."
"Just a second, Baba, I have come prepared for this, let me get it from my room."
Perhaps she had gone for a minute but to Barun it seemed as if his erection would collapse when Sheela was back with a packet of condoms.
"Come, Baba, let me get you nice and hard again." She fondled and stroked his penis back to its hardness and then rolled the condom over it so that it was nice and snug. Then in a quick and fluid motion, she threw her legs over him and straddled his loins in a classic cowgirl position. Barun loved this and was even more thrilled when Sheela reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it with extreme dexterity and precision into her cunt. Then she rocked her buttocks gingerly and once he was comfortably inside, slammed her hips down and swallowed her father's penis completely.
Barun gave a welp of pleasure as he felt his daughter's cunt grab his hard penis. Sheela was kissing his father on his lips while her hips hammered into his crotch - and with each thrust, Barun felt his penis being sucked in and squeezed. His grunts had now merged into a long and continuous groan and soon enough, a pulse of pleasure gripped his balls. For a few seconds his body quivered in anticipation and in pure pleasure and then he erupted out in a massive explosion of cum that, had it not been trapped in the condom, would have filled Sheela's womb completely. Barun's ancient body jerked once or twice more as the aftershocks of that massive ejaculation rippled through him. Once they were through, Sheela pulled herself out of her father's erection and gently fingered his flaccid penis with its cap of sperm filled condom.
"Baba, that was fantastic. It was the best fuck I have ever had."
"Was it?" Barun was glowing with pleasure.
"But I want more, much much more."
"You will surely have it my dear."
"But Baba, this condom is terrible. I really missed the actual feel of that divine penis in my cunt."
"You had wanted it, my dear."
"I was wrong. Let me remove it right away," and without any further ado, Sheela carefully peeled off the sperm filled condom from her father's penis. Barun was too tired to look, but even then, Sheela turned away so that her father could not see her as she quickly and expertly closed the open end of the used condom with two quick knots.
"Baba, the view from your window is just superb," Sheela exclaimed. "How would it be if the moon were to rise over the lake when you are in the throes of such an exciting coitus." She had walked over to the window but her eyes were not on the mountains but at the hedge at the edge of the garden.
"I had never thought of it my dear. This is the first time that I am fucking someone with that window open."
"Actually, you are right. This place is a little too open to the world" Sheela smiled as she finally spotted what she was looking for. "Let me close this window," Sheela quickly and surreptitiously dropped the sperm filled condom on the grass outside and closed the window. "So that now we can fuck once again in peace."
With that, Sheela and Barun, daughter and father, resumed the next phase of their coital circus.
