6 comments/ 22694 views/ 7 favorites How The Tables Have Turned Pt. 01 By: erotic_rennaicaince Mr Raghu was a decent man in his sixties and respected by the society. Most part of the respect came because he brought his son up single-handedly after his wife became a victim to cancer and his son Ansh was a successful scientist in ISR(Indian Scientific Research office) now. His wife's dream and his dream were now fulfilled. His tiny chest of 36 inches was now full of pride. His wife had been a beautiful lady in her days of glory and she was definitely taller than him and very beautiful. And he himself had been a small man with a humble demeanor. Standing at only 5 feet 4 inches above the ground he had been a handsome man but definitely not the macho type. It must have been a mystery to people how he could manage to bait such a beautiful girl with his puny body. He used to answer simply by saying that love is not blind but it can see beyond physical appearance. What he implied by that nobody could guess. But they were happy for him. Although he was a humble and friendly man he always had a height inferiority complex. He never expressed it but he had it. And when a beautiful son was born to him he was concerned that he too might grow up to be small man. But as his son rose from Raghu's feet seeking his blessings he felt proud looking at that 5 feet 10 inches tall, well-built body. His son had inherited everything good from him and his wife. Now the final desire of his late wife had to be fulfilled--- GETTING THEIR SON MARRIED TO A WORTHY GIRL. Raghu had asked Ansh about this matter and Ansh had simply said "Papa... I was so busy making a career that I didn't want to have any relationship. so if you want to see me married then you better start contacting our relatives because I'm not capable of that. I hardly have any female friends!" So Raghu took it upon himself to find a suitable match for his son. And she had to be as good as his son! His son was a brilliant scientist and a well built man. That called for the need of a bride who is beautiful and at the same time with a good character. 5 months later he got his son married to a girl, the most beautiful he had ever seen- prettier than his wife, with tradition and culture intact, and with a voice as sweet as "koel". She didn't have a college degree but had the opinion that education is important. She was not good with the subjects she took and by the time she realized that she was already 20. So she was an intelligent drop-out. What else could Raghu ask for his son! This was like a perfect match! The night of the marriage Raghu slept a peaceful sleep. All his earthly duties were done. Now his only wish was to spend a peaceful life with his small family and hoped to live long enough to cradle his grandchildren. And now the rest of the story begins. *** His relationship with his daughter had become that of a friend that you respect. You can share everything yet you abide by the traditional rules and maintain your boundaries. In that way it had become his favorite way to pass time - gossiping with his daughter in law, Stuti. And when she was busy with the house chores and needed undivided attention lest she put sugar instead of salt he dug his head into the latest science magazines. Being an electronics engineer himself he was fascinated by modern and novel gadgets. His day started at 9 AM. He used to wake up early but after retirement he had allowed himself a couple of hours of longer sleep. After waking up he used to head downstairs eagerly for his morning meal and his chat with his daughter. He enjoyed every moment of it, and looked forward to every opportunity to talk to her. That's probably because he had been a lonely man for so long with not a soul to interact. In her he saw a new opportunity to socialize and she reminded him of his wife in a way. Calm and composed with a sweet voice. He patted his own back thinking he had made the right choice for his son. The turning point in their life was being written and the day that it all changed was 9th August. That day he was feeling uneasy at early morning. About 5 AM he sat up on his bed clutching his chest with the fear of death. He knew it was the day that he was going to die but he won't die without a fight. He went to the table beside the window to pour himself a glass of water. As he was gulping down the glass of water impatiently he saw someone walking out of the bathroom. His house has the features of old Indian buildings. So the bathroom and toilet were separate from the main building. This was done to preserve the purity of the main house that also accommodated the idols of deities. It was his daughter. He had no idea that she was such an early bird- another feather on her cap of virtues- he chuckled to himself. But it was not too late before his mind had stopped focusing on the sacred serenity of his daughter in law and his eyes had started to slide down the smooth curves that were made on her wet sari around her waist. He could make out that fair bit of skin where the cloth stuck closer to her body than other places on her body. Her breasts were a magnificent piece of work that God had made; carefully covered with the red piece of garment they looked more precious than any treasure in the world. Before his eyes slid further down he held back his thoughts with force. It was the inevitable fight that a man has to fight between his lust and the respect that a woman deserves. Not to mention this was his son's wife that he was unconsciously eyeing. The solution would be to be more conscious. Being an engineer he hadn't imagined that he would find it so hard to maintain attentiveness. During his morning routine gossips with his daughter he kept reminding himself after irregular intervals that he was ogling at his son's wife despite all his efforts. The inception had already taken place. It was too late now. He found himself subconsciously replacing the sweet decent adjectives by lewd disgusting ones. Pretty had become hot, smoothness of her skin had become "makkhan", her figure had become bombshell. His eyes were sliding down her figure every time she turned to pick up a glass or extract bottles from the fridge. The idea and the thoughts were growing in his mind like wild weeds that are resistant to the conventional pesticides. They needed unconventional remedies was one sure thing. One such remedy could be just jerking it off in the bathroom. When he was a young student he had a healthy sexual drive. He knew how to control it and kept himself busy in his tasks. He did have weird fantasies though. And the most erotic one was the one in which he used to imagine anonymous faceless strangers being drawn towards each other. These faceless people were related by law. And more than often they were father and daughter in law. That night when he sat down to jerk his dick and bring the heat down he was reminded of those days, of his fantasies. It was so long back that he had forgotten all about it. But now this was another inception. He remembered the websites he used to surf, how he used to bypass college proxies to find the right kind of erotic material. Most of all he used to contribute to forums with in-law fantasies. As his orgasm built up and he was at his limits the image of his daughter in law flashed suddenly in front of his closed eyes. He shot his load in the most violent ejaculation in years. He almost got a stroke! But this anti-climax got him worried. He just ejaculated thinking about his daughter in law. When he was young he could keep himself busy and drown himself in his work. But now at this ripe age how could he keep himself busy enough? He admitted that his journey down a spiral had begun that day. When he was in college a suspension had saved him, broken his lewd line of fantasies. At this point in his life something much more dangerous could occur. He couldn't even imagine... *** The next morning he wasn't choking to death. He didn't know why but he had gotten up early. Was it because he wanted to check out his daughter? How could he be so lewd. He tried to reason with himself. Thinking - you've been a pious man all your life. A little naughtiness towards the end is not a big deal. Your days are numbered, why but enjoy these? Luckily his reason won the argument. He decided to go bird watching. And he waited patiently. Just as the clock ticked 5:23 his daughter walked out of the main building. She was wearing night clothes; a simple night gown that gave out a satin shine. She held the same sari as last morning and two towels. There were no undergarments. His lewd thoughts shifted a gear noticing that there was no bra or panty in her hands. If he focused enough then he could catch the nipple or ass crack. He felt ashamed about all these lecherous thoughts but he gave in to temptation quite readily. She shut the door behind her. He stood at the window on the first floor making sure he was well hidden behind the curtains. He waited. About 40 minutes later an angel like figure emerged from the bathroom. Her skin had a glow... an aura. He stood transfixed, his penis harder than ever. He noticed that now she had her undergarments bunched together with her night gown in her arm. She didn't have anything underneath!! His heart skipped a beat and he missed a breath. Such was her beauty that it could revive the dead. His penis which had become nearly dormant due to lack of use now stood up in his pajama. From the first floor he got a clear view of the sari strictly adhering to get beautiful contour. She wasn't wearing blouse either. As he stood there watching her she entered the main building. After a couple of minutes she emerged from the main building and knelt beside the "Tulsi" shrub. She made some preparation and then bowed in front of the plant. He thought he saw her perfect buttocks even better because of the wetness of the garment. When she rose to stand on her feet the part of the garment near the ass crack got stuck in a bit. This gave him a much better feel of her posterior. It was marvelous. He was out of words. Meanwhile he had quickly extracted his cock and had instantly reached an orgasm with a couple of jams. To be continued... How The Tables Have Turned Pt. 02 This is the part 2 of the story. For better understanding of this piece please read the 1st part. Also I'd like to remind the readers that the stories that I write do not have any fast paced sex events. I plan to develop the plot slowly. So patience is advised. I hope you enjoy the journey of this particular relationship. Thank you for your support. *** The day Mr Raghu relieved himself by jerking himself up was the day that he had touched a new low in his life. Earlier he had fantasies but never had he involved family in them. He used to picture celebrities or people who just passed by the streets. But he admitted to himself that this event of masturbation with his daughter in his mind was far more arousing than his previous ones. The conflict that had dissolved now started to sediment. On one hand he thought about his age and the few days he might live and on the other hand he thought about his age and the risk of ruining the family name if the matter went out of his hands. He decided to try the very clichéd method of tossing. While the coin was in the air, for that split-second he made a decision. Obvious enough, his penis had won the battle. He knew that no matter you're 20 or 60, the battle between brain and penis is always won by the penis. He decided to become a voyeur, or in more decent terms a bird watcher. But being an engineer he had a sharp mind. He decided to plan everything so that he could make sure that he had eliminated all the chances of being caught. The gears in his brilliant mind started turning and it seemed that it had become his life's last wish to die a happy man with a satisfied dick. He didn't know what exactly he wanted. Did he just want to observe her secretly? Did want to go as far as seeing her completely naked rather than the semi-nudity? Did he want to have sex with her? This last question was out of bounds. He didn't want to go that far. Just the nudity can suffice. His daughter was such a piece of beauty that just the hint of her nudity could satisfy his wildest dreams. Sex wasn't necessary. He stared at his hand and chuckled to himself- "you'll be my companion through this wonderful treasure hunt. Prepare yourself for some friction." Then he had one of the best sleep he had in years. Whatever was being associated with his daughter was proving to be the best. He could only imagine what his future had in store. *** He started getting up early from bed daily. And he started a journal. He started documenting his daughter and named it "MAYA" (In Hindi Maya means illusion). This was suitable because it was his daughter in law's pet name and also his sanity told him that this might be a mirage that he's chasing after. He wanted to measure the depth of the waters before trying to jump into it. So he decided to keep everything methodical. He noticed that Maya was an early bird and woke up latest by 7 AM. After that she used to take a bath for about 40 minutes and then engaged herself in the traditional rituals of worshipping the deities. By 8:30 AM she'd start preparing breakfast for her husband and father. She didn't eat anything for breakfast herself. Probably she was trying to maintain a slim figure. While preparing lunch she would listen to the radio or chat with Mr Raghu. After lunch she'd retire to her bedroom and rest for about an hour or so before waking up to do the evening phase of traditional rituals. Before the rituals she'd go to the toilet beside the bathroom outside the main building to clear her bowel. And she seemed to be very well organized. On occasions he had observed her taking notes. He had asked her in a casual way, "Bahu, what is the note that you prepare every day?" He was eyeing her from behind. The black bra that she had worn under her pink blouse was causing his heart to beat faster. His heart skipped a breath when his eyes fell upon the small bulge made by the bra ring and slider. He felt his lust rising as many times she flexed her back muscles to cut some vegetable. He thanked his lucky stars for being in a tropical country. The sweat that was wetting the blouse was slowly demarcating her bra wings. His train of thoughts was interrupted by her reply. "Papa... I know being an engineer and having such a brilliant mind you might be able to take mental notes and deal with tasks regularly. But even then I see you taking notes. Then imagine... being a college dropout how messy my day would become if I didn't organize things? I take notes so that I don't forget tiny details about my chores." Said Maya continuing to cut the vegetables. Mr Raghu felt a pang of shock. He thought to himself, "She has seen me taking notes despite all my efforts at being discreet. I should not underestimate her. I must take caution and this was a warning bell. I wonder how much she knows about my mission." "Err... That's a great habit! My notes are nothing important. I just write my observations. It is an old habit." "You mean you observe everything and take notes too?" "Yes! Of course! When I was young I didn't need notes. My brain was enough." "Have you observed me too? I had read about Sherlock Holmes in my childhood. He used to tell a lot about people by just observing." "Ha Haaaha..." Mr Raghu laughed nervously. "Your nervous laughter says that you have observed me and are embarrassed about it. Did you also observe that I wake up every day at 8AM?" said Maya wiping sweat with the sari cloth. "6:30" blurted out Mr Raghu and immediately regretted. "Haha! Gotcha!" cried Maya with a triumphant smile. Shit. "Oh! It's going to rain! The sky is overcast. I better bring the clothes back home. We'll continue this chat later" and she disappeared round the stairs in a jiffy. Mr Raghu felt a spear in his chest. " She is not an ordinary housewife. She knows I take notes and now she knows that I have beein observing her. Does she know that the notes are exclusively about her? Is she trying to tease me? It's not possible. I keep the notes in the safe. She doesn't know the content. That means she isn't any wiser about the documentation. Nevertheless I must be extra careful from now on." And he took it as a challenge. He had met his equal in wits. Now his mission seemed to have become even more interesting; even more thrilling. The bird is intelligent and aware... and this situation is absurdly more erotic now. He followed her trail and climbed the stairs to reach the terrace. He saw her wet. Much more wet than she normally is when she exits the bathroom. He carefully hid himself behind the store-room adjacent to the terrace door. The rain had completely drenched her by now. Seeing her sari sticking to her body so intimately gave rise to new wild horses in his heart. She had tucked the loose end of the sari (known as pallu) in the front near her belly. This exposed almost 6 inches of her smooth belly. The water running down her body gave him a clear idea of her well cut out body. Now her blouse was clinging to her breasts. He bra was now clearly up on display. In the haste she hadn't adjusted her blouse so the bra string on her upper back was exposed. Every time she turned her back towards him, his eyes got glued to that narrow strip of elastic garment. And every time she faced him, he failed to keep his eyes fixed to one point. There were just too many points to marvel! The black cup of the bra that was now sticking to her blouse and had morphed into one piece of garment which in turn had taken the shape of her perfect breasts was an erotic masterpiece to behold. She didn't have humongous breasts. Neither were they invisible. They were just the size that can make a man cum when they are wet. She had finally collected all the clothes but had a look of disappointment. She thought to herself "I'm stupid. I could have just let the clothes get drenched. Now I'm drenched along with them. But I hope it served the purpose that I had intended." While Mr Raghu watched her walk down the stairs he kept thinking- couldn't there be more clothes on the line? Couldn't I watch it longer! Little did he know what was really going on. To be continued... How The Tables Have Turned Pt. 03 This piece takes the voyeurism a little further and involves a bit of science fiction . Nothing very wonderful, just a tool (It's something that I am working on in real life but don't intend to use it for lewd purpose). For the impatient readers I would recommend skipping to... Please don't skip. It's all part of a long chain with every element equally important. Thank you. *** Mr. Raghu had a couple of close calls while watching his daughter Maya. He had no intentions of getting caught or taking it beyond voyeurism but it was too hard to resist. More than once he spied upon her changing her clothes. This did give him a good view of her bare back but still the most intimate parts of her remained obscure to his eyes. His doubts that Maya knew anything about his secret mission were also slowly fading away because they had no conversation related to "observing" or sexuality of homo-sapiens in general. He was maintaining his pace but one fine night a realization dawned upon him. "I don't have much longer to live. I'm already 64 and average human age is 70. Most probably it'll be my end within a year or two. Not to mention the probability of accidents. In that case should I up my game? Should I be a little bolder? What have I got to lose?" He fell asleep fantasizing about his beautiful daughter. In his fantasies almost invariably he had sex with his daughter. It was non-consensual sex. He liked to imagine himself in the position of power and dominance. This matched the profile of his daughter in law who was relatively docile and like a puppy. In his fantasies he would see his daughter in law coming out of the bathroom and he would be waiting for her at the steps of the main building. From there he would lift her and take her to his room on the first floor and then remove the already 'scanty' clothes that she had worn. But beyond this point it would be a blur because he didn't have any idea what lied beneath those garments! He could just imagine Maya's face but not the rest of it. He tried to fill the void using the bodies of sexy fashion TV models but it just didn't cut the deal. His fantasies seemed unrealistic and no amount of replacement beats the actual thing. At this point he became bolder. He knew that he had to fill the void. He had to see beneath those clothes. His brilliant mind started scheming again. The next day he looked at the observations that he had made about her. He tried to find a window of opportunity. A window in which his daughter would be completely naked. At first he thought he could plant a spy camera in his son's bedroom. That way he could record her when she changed in her room. But his observations made it clear that she rarely changed in the bedroom. She almost always went to the bathroom to change. So could he plant a camera in the bathroom? No. The bathroom is too small and any kind of electronic gadget would become clearly visible to anyone using the bathroom. It was a very risky option. For a moment he even thought about contacting his past colleague who specialized in military surveillance systems. He could get a camera as small as a bug and with decent resolution. He stopped this train of thought. If he involved a third party in this plan then he would be risking his position. More importantly it would be so expensive that he would die before he could gather the funds. He finally settled upon the frugal method that had always been at the back of his head. It was a system that he had worked on in his leisure. A spying system. But there were 2 hindrances. First that he needed to assemble the parts and second that it would take at least 3 months to build. He took a deep breath and resolved to finish this project. He didn't know why he was willing to go so far, but he knew that he would regret if he didn't. *** 3 months passed since he started his big project to satisfy his voyeuristic needs. And he had succeeded. He thanked his lucky stars that he could finish it without raising anyone's suspicion. What he had told his son and daughter was that he was just trying to relive his old days of engineering in the storeroom adjacent to the bathroom. But little did they know what he was actually doing. In all these time he had not spared any opportunity to ogle Maya's body. He felt that her body was giving him strength. Finally the machine was ready. The machine was simply a multiple angle image recorder that merged information to create a 2.5 D video. He was proud of his innovation and was ready to put it to use after his son and daughter returned from their honeymoon. He had planted 5 rudimentary camera like devices in the wall common to the bathroom and the storeroom. It was crucial for him to select the right points on the wall because it had to be such that the drills blend with the design of the wall and at the same time satisfy the boundary conditions for his final image processing. And there it was. He sat one full day beta testing his machine. He put it on RECORD mode and played with himself in the bathroom. The device was perfect both in function and camouflage. *** The day arrived. It was a cold day in December. Early at 5 AM he had snuck into the storeroom and taken his position anticipating the regular ritual of Maya. At about 6 AM she entered the bathroom. The lecherous old man already had his penis in his hands. He was seeing it all very clearly. As usual she entered the bathroom with the clothes in one hand. But this time she had a bucket of hot water in her other hand. They days were cold. The bathroom was steamy and so was the entire view. She placed the bucket under the tap and let the water run to adjust the temperature to a more bearable one. She put the clothes on the bar to her right side. All this time she was facing away from the common wall behind which her father was stroking his penis oblivious to her. She began to undress. The moment that this old man had waited for was right in front of him. Several flashbacks of the time that had passed came and went in his mind. She first slid the loose end of the sari from her shoulder and grabbed it with her left hand. Then she circled it around her waist and tugged the knot in the front side. This loosened the garment and she collected it in one hand. She placed this lumped garment carelessly on the cloth hanging bar. She paused the undressing for a couple of seconds to check the temperature of water. It was just right. She turned the knob of the tap. Steam rising from the bucket was similar to the steam rising from the crotch of Mr. Raghu. His hand had stopped moving. He had unconsciously leaned forward drooling with lust, as if that would take him closer to his daughter. He watched with undivided attention. She began unbuttoning her blouse. It was orange in color and had a short sleeve. When she moved her hand to her back to remove the blouse her breasts protruded forward a bit making Mr. Raghu skip a heartbeat. As soon as she placed the blouse on the hanger her hand reached the back of her body. Time to remove the bra. Mr. Raghu was going crazy with lust. If he had been an idiot he would have clapped and whistled to the sight he was seeing. But he was no idiot. He controlled his voice. One big void in his fantasies was about to be filled. Her naked breasts were anything but meek. It seemed to him that they were calling him with an inaudible voice. The shape was much different from what he had expected. Probably the bra made it look smaller. Without the bra they would be easily a C cup. They were taut and didn't droop. The nipples were a darker shade of brown and shaped like raisins surrounded by an outward fading brown. It was almost angelic. Similar to the old western paintings depicting perfect females. The time seemed to stop there for Mr. Raghu. But his hand was now moving faster between his fingers. And he came with a massive orgasm before her hands dropped to untie the knot that held her petticoat in place. But his orgasm wasn't a single one. His hand couldn't stop moving with the slimy cum now enhancing the motion. As her petticoat dropped to the ground Mr. Raghu moved closer to the screen. His eyes glued to the screen staring at that perfect beauty. The second void was filled. Her tummy was a smooth one devoid of any clear cut abs. They were simply flat. The dips on either side of her pubis moved closer with every inch that his eyes went downward until they got lost into the dark colored pubic hair. The pubic hairs were not curly and dense like his wife had. They were neat and sparse giving just enough view of the pussy lips to make a 64 year old man come twice. Mr. Raghu sat there motionless still staring at his screen and hands slimy. Thoughts were escaping him. The time she raised the mug to pour the first splash of water on her beautiful body Mr. Raghu could feel his penis twitch. But his 64 year old body had its limitation. But his mind did not. He captured every detail minutely. He sat there with his limp dick in one hand and other hanging freely. He watched as she proceeded to wash her privates and in doing so parted her pussy lips ever so slightly. He watched as she vigorously scrubbed her ass with the hand towel which in turn made her breasts jiggle. He watched as she moved her hand across her breasts as elegantly as a cat licking its own paw. He watched as she tied her hair into a bun; the raised arms giving a sexier look to her cute face. He watched as she released the mug and let it fall into the bucket making the water splash on her hairless smooth thighs. He watched.... Even an hour after Maya had left the bathroom after dressing herself in the usual traditional ritual fashion Mr. Raghu sat their playing the video again and again. His fantasies will be more complete the next time. Whatever he witnessed there was something that had been etched into his memory. He walked out of the storeroom when he decided that he had spent enough time marveling at his success. He had to avoid suspicion. So he moved as quickly and stealthily as possible. Maya caught a glimpse from the kitchen window of her father acting weird and secretive. Something was definitely up. What could that be, she didn't know. To be continued...