This story is a true one. I and my family is based in the city of Howrah, West Bengal. My family consists of my father, mother me, and my chacha chachi. My father is a trader and is middle-aged and my mom is a few years younger. This is about my father’s‘ kands’ and ‘tamashas’. He is very strict with me and my mother. The family and does not give us money to spend easily even though he is earning well. About two years back things started taking a new turn. My father started to come home very late from work. First, he used to come at 6 pm. But then he started coming not before 1-2 at night. I would eat but my mom would be waiting for him. But he still continued to come late. Many times, he used to be very drunk and come home and vomit on the bed. If mom asked him anything he would call her a ‘rand’ and a ‘kutiya’ and tell her to mind her own business and look after the house. As all this continued and my father stopped giving us money completely. I grew suspicious and one day followed him after his office to see where he is going. He sat in his car and I followed in the cab behind. I was shocked to see him drive into a famous red-light district. then drive deep into the area and stop before a house. The house looked better than most houses in the area. I watched anxiously. I was shocked to see that a gorgeous girl who was wearing a classic Bangla sari opened the door and embraced my father. Soon he went inside and the door banged shut. I followed and managed to look through a window. My father had no idea I was there and was seeing his ‘kartoot’. First, they were just talking, sitting in chairs having tea. I was trying to console myself that maybe he has just come for some work. For half an hour they just kept talking. I could not hear anything. As time passed, I was feeling relief. But still thinking about why my father had gone there. So I decided to wait but that proved shocking again. In another 15 minutes’ time, I was absolutely in horror to see my father pick up this gorgeous fair woman. She must not have been more than 30 and my father was 50. Nobody else was in the house. Only I was peeping from a small window hole outside. He picked her up and bit her ears as she blushed. I was thinking about what the hell. I felt like screaming but did not. I watched more as he took her into the bed and smooched her lips painted bright red with lipstick for 5 minutes continuously. Soon I saw her opening my father’s pants and taking out his clothes. She took off his pants and tied on his lungi as he took her in his arms and kissed her. By then my brain stopped working. But more madness was to happen. She then opened his lungi and his chaddi like a randi. She took my father’s cock in her soft hands and started playing with the cock. I was almost fainting. She then started sucking it. my dad held her hair bun and pushed his cock more into her face. By then I could not take more and decided to leave. I went home and told my family. When my father came home around 11.30, we asked him about it. He lost his cool and grabbed my mother by the hair and took her inside his room. From outside I could hear him bashing her up and abusing her, calling her, “Sali namak haram.” The next day everything was normal. In the morning my father went to the office and wasn’t back till late as usual. We knew where he is now. But the new ‘dhamaka’ happened now. At around 11 the doorbell rang and we were all shocked to see him come home with a young woman in his arms. I immediately recognized her as the same girl whom I had seen in the red might area. Her name was Latika and my father announced that she will live with us. She was a beautiful lady. She was tall and fair and was slim. She wore a saree always low on the hips. she had a very curvy butt. Her eyes always had heavy kohl and her face was very attractive with dimples. The day she came with my father her face was covered in a ghunghat like a Dulhan. Behind the ghunghat, I saw her sexy smokey eyes with kajal and her juicy reddish pink lips. I secretly hoped she was my bride but that was not the truth. Sadly, she was my father’s. After making her meet everyone he was going to take her to his bedroom. My mother fell at my father’s feet to beg him not to. But he told her to get out and move into the storeroom if she wanted to live in his house. As he took Latika into his room I peeped again through the hole and saw him slowly open her ghunghat. She looked like a fairy. He then slowly opened saree by rolling. once the last part of the saree came out of the petticoat she came rolling into his arms. There she stood looking like the sexiest girl in the world. I started masturbating while watching not being able to control my excitement. He opened all her jewelry and then opened held her hair and said, “Aaja meri bulbul,” and started smooching her like an animal. Soon he started pinching her waist and fingering her navel. He said, “Tu meri biwi hai aaj se.” He gave her a love bite on her neck and then turned her to touch her sexy back which had a big til on it. He started sucking it. She said, “Na jee,” and he said, “Arre chhod mujhe, saali.” He burst open her blouse and petticoat and started getting a blowjob as he pulled her hair. He then opened his lungi and her panty and started fucking her. I went away after masturbating again. The next day my mother once again begged him to stop but he beat her like a madman and told that Latika is his second wife. Latika got too excited hearing all this and hugged my father. All this period she was with him and sexing him for his money. Now that Latika was his new wife she was damn happy. My father took some sindoor and put it on her hair. We were all shocked but silent. I and my mom had to accept it. My father that night got a new saree and flowers for Latika’s hair. He told my mother to get Latika ready. My mother dressed her up in the new black saree and tied the white gajra flowers over Latika’s hair bun. She looked like a bomb. When my father saw her, he turned her to the back to smell and see her hair bun. He said, “Gajra ka jura banake kadak maal lag rahi ho. Aaj main tujhe pichwade mein dunga, darling.” He no doubt took her in and after fucking for a bit I saw that my father was fucking her asshole. After some time, he came out and drank alcohol like a pig. Then he vomited. He told my mother to clean it and then again dress Latika. But this time in a pink dress he had bought. My mother did so and he went again in to fuck her. By this time, it was already 4 am. We could hear her and my dad screaming in pleasure.
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