Feeling full after lunch, she went to the open office door for some fresh air. As she stood at the doorway, she noticed a few children playing under a tree. She wondered if they had eaten lunch yet. She pulled her saree’s pallu to the front and covered her belly before stepping out of her office and walking toward the tree.
When the children spotted her, some of the children flashed cheerful grins while others called out, ‘Hi, Maa!'”
She smiled, overwhelmed with motherly love for the orphaned children. She asked them if they had already eaten lunch. They replied that they had eaten quickly so they could play under the tree. She spoke with them for a few more minutes before returning to her office.
Entering her office, she thought about how fast the children were growing. She was concerned about having 30 children in her orphanage and hoped to reduce that number by putting some of them up for adoption soon. She turned on her laptop and opened the applications submitted by eligible couples.
After a few minutes, her phone began to ring. She looked at the screen and saw Doctor Sunita’s name. She picked up the phone and said, “Good afternoon, Doctor.”
“Good afternoon, Reshma! How are you?” the doctor asked.
“I am fine, Doctor. How are you?” Reshma replied.
“I’m doing very well, Reshma,” the doctor said. “I called to talk about your father-in-law. I know your husband is in the US, and I don’t have the contact details for his other relatives. That’s why I called you.”
Reshma didn’t want to tell the doctor that her husband was no longer in touch with her. She simply asked, “Is something wrong, Doctor?”
“I have Gautam’s recent angiography report, and it doesn’t look good,” the doctor said.
“Is an angiography something to do with the heart?” Reshma asked and quickly apologised, “Sorry, Doctor, my medical knowledge isn’t very good.”
“That’s okay,” the doctor said, explaining, “An angiography is a medical test done to check the blood vessels. It can show the condition of the arteries.”
“Is it very serious, Doctor?” Reshma asked with concern.
“It is very serious,” the doctor said. “His arteries have narrowed by about 70%. He has high cholesterol, diabetes, and high blood pressure. It could be life-threatening if he doesn’t follow his medical treatment and make significant lifestyle changes.”
“Oh, that’s not good. I’ll let my husband know,” Reshma said, hoping Avinash would answer her calls or respond to her emails.
“Please do. Bye for now!” the doctor said.
“Thanks for letting me know, Doctor. Bye.” Reshma said and placed her phone on the table.
Reshma shook her head, taken aback by the bad news. She stood up, adjusted her saree, and went to the window to look out. It was a sunny day, and the small playground was empty now that the children had gone to their classrooms.
She wondered what to do. Avinash had changed his phone number and stopped replying to her emails after abandoning her to marry another woman. She didn’t have contact details for his relatives. Even their mutual friends had stopped answering her calls and responding to her emails, for reasons unknown to her.
She decided to send an email to Avinash and call his father, Gautam. She went back to her desk and sat in her chair. She composed an email informing Avinash about his father’s health and asking him to call her. Then, she sent the email, hoping he would respond.
She took a five-minute break before calling Gautam. After three rings, Gautam answered. “Hello.” His voice sounded shaky.
“Hello, this is Reshma,” she said, choosing not to call him “Daddy” as she used to. “How are you?” she asked.
“I’m not too bad, and I’m happy you remembered me,” Gautam said.
“Doctor Sunita called me. She said your medical report doesn’t look good. I sent an email to Avinash. He may call you.”
“He won’t call. He has forgotten me,” he said, sounding defeated.
“I hope he calls you,” she said, before asking, “Do you know a relative or a friend who can help you?”
“No. I’ll die alone,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness.
“Please don’t talk like that. I’m sure someone will help you,” she said, feeling sorry for him.
“You can help,” he said, then after a pause, he asked, “Will you help me?”
She hesitated before answering, “I’m very busy these days, but I will try my best.”
“Good. Can you meet me today?” Gautam asked.
She checked the time on her laptop. It was 1:35. “I can meet you at 3:30 at your place.”
“Great! I can’t wait to see you,” Gautam said, sounding excited.
“See you later. Bye,” she said.
“Bye!” Gautam said and ended the call.
Reshma sighed and kept her phone on the desk. She wondered what had happened to Gautam. His behaviour had been very kind at first, but after Avinash abandoned her, he had changed. She had looked up to him as a father figure because she was raised by her single mother. She had even gotten used to calling him “Daddy”, but Gautam had not lived up to her expectations. She had stopped meeting him a year ago. However, after hearing about his health issues, she felt sorry for him—not only because of his ill health, but also because he had been living as a widower for ten years and Avinash, his only adult child, was also neglecting him.
She took the intercom handset and called the playroom. Usha answered the call.
“Hello, Usha. Please bring the baby to my office,” Reshma requested.
“Okay, ma’am,” Usha said.
Reshma set the phone down and waited. Within ten minutes, Usha walked into the office carrying the baby. The baby looked at Reshma, laughed happily, and said, “Mama!”
Reshma was happy to see her baby. She stood up and took the baby from Usha’s arms. She sat back down and placed the child on her lap. The baby touched her breasts hungrily. She unhooked her blouse and pulled down the left flap of her nursing bra. The baby’s mouth latched onto her nipple and began to suck.
She looked around and realised Usha had already left the room. She leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes, and relaxed. She remembered breastfeeding her new client, Vikram. She was happy he had booked her again immediately after their first meeting. She looked forward to meeting him on Saturday evening. She thought about her other clients and felt lucky to have clients who met her at least once a month. Though she missed her estranged husband, she was happy her clients satisfied her sexual needs.
After about five minutes, the baby released her nipple from his mouth and tried to sit up. She helped him sit properly and patted his back for digestion before letting him slide down from her lap.
The baby ran off to the play area in the corner of the room. She picked up the intercom and dialed the staff room number. One of her staff members, Sana, answered the call. Reshma told Sana she had to leave at 2:00 and asked her to pass the message along to Usha. Then, she asked Sana to send Alma to her office.
Alma entered the office a few minutes later and said, “Hi, Maa.”
“Hi, sweetie,” Reshma said. “I have to leave at 2:00. I’ll be back before 5:00. Take care of the baby. We can go home together after I return.”
“Okay, Maa,” Alma said, heading over to the play area where the baby was playing.
Reshma checked her wristwatch. It was 1:50. Realising she needed to hurry, she grabbed her handbag. She told Alma and the baby that she would be back soon and left the office.
Walking toward her car, she signaled to the watchman to open the gate. He understood and began opening the gate.
She got into her car and drove toward the open gate. The watchman grinned and saluted her. She nodded with a smile before turning onto the main road and driving away.
She reached her home within ten minutes, parked the car on the side of the street, and entered the compound. As she opened the door and stepped inside, she felt good to be back home. She went to her bedroom and began undressing. She removed her blouse, bra, saree, petticoat, and undies. Then she went to the attached bathroom and answered nature’s call. After she was done, she had a quick body bath.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the wall clock. It was 2:10. She went to her wardrobe and took out clean clothes. Then, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and started getting dressed.
As she draped her saree, she hoped she wouldn’t look too attractive to her father-in-law. Though she understood that it must have been difficult for Gautam to live as a widower for ten years, she didn’t like the way he had behaved toward her after her husband abandoned her. Still, she wanted to help him and hoped his health wouldn’t deteriorate rapidly.
She turned around and looked at her reflection in the mirror from every angle. The material of the saree was soft and fluid, clinging to her body and highlighting her curves. She liked wearing it, but she wasn’t sure if she had selected the right one.
Though the dark blue saree was mostly plain, its gold-coloured zari border and leaf prints made it look a little too grand for the occasion. She checked the time—it was 2:35. Realising it was too late to change into a different saree, she decided it was time to leave.
She gathered her things, stepped out the front door, locked the door, and walked to her car. Getting inside, she started the engine and drove toward Gautam’s house.
After a half-hour drive, she entered the affluent neighbourhood. She was pleased to be driving through the area again after more than a year—she had always liked its clean streets and grand houses. She parked alongside the curb next to Gautam’s home and stepped out.
She walked up to the medium-sized duplex and pushed open the gate, following the garden pathway toward the front door. Reaching the entryway, she rang the doorbell and waited.
The door opened, and Gautam stood before her. “Hi,” she said, carefully avoiding calling him “Daddy”—a habit she had developed back when she still viewed him as a father figure.
“Reshma! Welcome back!” Gautam said, looking genuinely happy.
She entered the house and looked around as he closed the door behind her.
“You look even more beautiful than I remember,” Gautam said, stepping toward her.
She gave an uneasy smile, noticing the way his eyes scanned her from head to toe.
Grinning, he asked, “What can I get for you? Tea, coffee, or a cold drink?”
“Just water, please,” she requested.
“Sure. Have a seat. I’ll be back,” Gautam said, gesturing toward the sofas.
Reshma turned and walked towards the sofas. Gautam watched her. Her clinging saree did little to conceal the pear shape of her large buttocks, which jiggled in a way that made his heart jump. As she was about to turn and sit, he quickly walked away.
Reshma sat in the middle of the three-seater sofa and waited for Gautam to return.
After a few minutes, Gautam returned carrying a glass and a jug of water. He handed her the filled glass and placed the jug on the table. Reshma took a sip as Gautam sat down on the single-seater sofa to her left. After drinking half the glass, she set it down on the table.
“It’s good to see you again,” Gautam said.
Reshma nodded with a polite smile. “It’s good to see you too,” she said. “You look healthy, but Doctor Sunita is very concerned about your heart problems. She said it’s serious.”
Gautam shrugged. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” he said with a grin. “How are you?” he asked.
“I’m alright,” Reshma said.
“No problems with the orphanage?” he asked.
“No problems,” she said, shaking her head.
“You know, I would have helped if it were a profitable business,” he said.
“I’m not running it for profit,” she said, a bit annoyed.
Gautam nodded. “How is my grandson?” he asked.
“He is doing well,” she said, wondering if he really cared.
“You should have brought him,” he said.
“I’ll bring him next time,” she replied, secretly thinking, ‘What is the point of bringing my baby to meet his selfish grandfather?’
“Yeah, bring him and stay with me as long as you want,” he said. He paused to gauge her reaction before continuing, “I don’t have much time left. It would mean a lot to me.”
“Avinash abandoned me. I don’t have the right to stay in his house. I can visit once or twice a week,” she said.
“Avinash is still angry with me. He doesn’t want anything from me—he is well settled in the US,” Gautam said, a look of sadness washing over his face. “He abandoned all of us. I can’t abandon you and my grandson. Stay with me for a few days. After I’m gone, this house will be yours.”
“I don’t want Avinash to throw me out later. I’m happy where I am. I only came to make sure you were alright,” she said, making her intentions clear.
“I’ll make sure he can’t throw you out. I’ll transfer ownership of the house to your name,” Gautam said without hesitation.
Reshma couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She considered his offer for a moment, then looked at him directly. “The real reason I left this house is because you started touching me inappropriately after Avinash went to the US.”
“I admit I touched you,” Gautam said. “But I did it after Avinash married another woman. I was sure he wouldn’t come back to you. I thought you would have sexual needs, just like me. I wanted to help you and help myself.”
Reshma shook her head with a faint, bitter smile. His justification was absurd, but she wasn’t surprised—he had touched her without her consent. Back then, as a committed wife to his son, his actions had deeply upset her. Now, having encountered people of various age groups, she was no longer shaken by his behaviour.
Gautam stood up and walked over to Reshma. She looked up at him curiously. He sat down right beside her on the sofa, very close to her, but she chose not to pull away—curious to see what he was up to.
Looking directly into her eyes, he said, “I just need a little love before I die. I’m old, but I am confident I can satisfy your sexual needs.”
“Please stop talking about dying,” Reshma said. “The doctor told me that if you change your lifestyle, take your medicine, and exercise, you can live much longer.”
“I still need love to live longer,” Gautam said, refusing to back down.
Reshma offered a faint smile at his persistent attempts. “What exactly do you want me to do?” she asked, before adding, “I’m only a year younger than Avinash. If you had a daughter, she would’ve been my age.”
“I’ll give you everything you need to run the orphanage for another ten years, even if it doesn’t return a profit,” Gautam said, resting a hand on her arm.
Reshma looked away, considering his offer. Gautam leaned in closer, attempting to kiss her on the right cheek, but she pulled back sharply, startled by his sudden move.
“Don’t overthink. Think of how much the children will benefit if you agree,” Gautam said, sensing he was close to convincing her.
“How can I trust you?” Reshma asked, her tone sharp. “I trusted your son. He married me, gave me a child, and then abandoned me for another woman.”
“I promise I’ll keep my word,” Gautam said. “Just let me make love to you. Then I’ll give you more than enough to keep the orphanage running forever,” he added, trying to sweeten the deal.
Reshma knew she had nothing to lose, but she pretended to hesitate. “Promise?” she asked.
“Promise,” Gautam assured her.
Reshma smiled as if she believed him. Gautam leaned in, and she didn’t pull away. His lips met hers, his tongue tracing their outline. He captured her lower lip between his own and began to kiss her. He pushed her saree aside with his right hand, caressing the smooth skin of her bare belly and waist.
Reshma felt good as Gautam kissed her with desperate sexual longing. She had observed him gazing at her with lust ever since Avinash introduced him to her. At first, he had come across as a good father-in-law, but later she’d understood that he was just another sexually deprived man. Though he was not a paying customer and had not given her something in advance, she wanted to satisfy him because she felt sorry for him.
Gautam was thrilled that the woman he had fantasised most was letting him kiss her. Hoping she would also let him have sexual intercourse, he slid the tip of his tongue inside her mouth and gently pressed it against hers. Then, he moved his tongue lightly, licking the inside of her mouth. His left hand held the back of her head, and his right hand gently squeezed her breasts.
The passionate kiss had made her breasts and nipples swell, and her vagina wet. His penis had become very hard and ready to penetrate. He broke the kiss and tried to push her back onto the sofa, wanting to lie down on top of her.
Reshma realised what he was trying to do. She gently pushed him back and said, “You’ll get a heart attack if you get overexcited. Remove your pants and sit down. I’ll do it slowly.”
Gautam didn’t understand what she wanted to do, but he didn’t want to ask or argue. He was happy to let her do whatever she wanted. He stood up and pulled down his pyjama pants. Reshma stood up and lifted her saree and petticoat. She pulled her undies down to her feet and kicked them off. He removed all his clothes and sat on the sofa, naked.
Reshma stood in front of him, holding her saree and petticoat above her hips. She moved forward and knelt on the sofa, her knees on either side of him. She lowered herself until she felt his hard penis between her inner thighs.
Moving her left hand down, she grabbed the shaft of his erect penis and guided the tip between her labia. Then she slowly lowered herself further, letting his penis slide inside her vagina.
When his penis was fully inside her, she let out a sigh of relief. She looked at his face and was surprised to see his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. Fearing the worst, she called out, “Daddy!”
He opened his eyes and looked at her as if she had woken him from sleep.
“I thought you’d passed away,” she said with a nervous chuckle.
“It would’ve been great to die like this,” he said with a smile.
She laughed, which made his penis slide slightly in and out of her vagina. The movement aroused them both. Smiling, she squeezed his penis inside her vagina and thought his penis felt very similar to Avinash’s penis in length and girth.
“Call me Daddy again,” he requested, cupping both her breasts.
She chuckled. “You’re not my daddy,” she teased.
He squeezed her breasts. “I’m your sugar daddy,” he said.
“Not yet. You haven’t given me anything,” she replied, unhooking her blouse.
“I’ll give you everything I have. Just be my baby till I die,” he said, his voice filled with sadness.
“Is it a deal?” she asked, removing her blouse and throwing it onto the side of the sofa.
“It’s a deal,” he confirmed.
She smiled, pulling his head against her breasts. He rubbed his face on her cleavage and bra. She moved her hands behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled the straps from her shoulders, removing it.
He pecked kisses on her swollen breasts and nipples, then took the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and sucked. One of his hands played with her other breast and nipple.
Reshma was happy to see Gautam sucking her nipple and drinking her milk. His erect penis felt deep inside her, stretching her sensitive vaginal lips. Her clitoris throbbed at the base of his penis, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
She stroked his hair affectionately, feeling lucky to have had the privilege of breastfeeding his son, and to still have the privilege of breastfeeding him and his grandson. She was happy he wanted her as much as Avinash had wanted her when he had married her.
After a few minutes, Gautam let her nipple slip from his mouth and moved his hands down to her buttocks. He grabbed her large butt cheeks, spread them apart, and ran his fingers into the moist crevice. He felt her anus and pushed a middle finger an inch inside, causing her body to twitch. He bent down to the breast he had not sucked, took the brown, swollen nipple into his mouth, and sucked. The naturally sweet, almond-flavoured, creamy milk filled his mouth. He swallowed, feeling lucky to be breastfed at his age, especially when he thought he was living the last days of his life.
Reshma had not removed her saree and petticoat, thinking she could sit on his lap and finish early, but she had not expected him to drink her milk for so long. She hoped her saree wouldn’t crease too much by the time they were done.
She breastfed him quietly, feeling one of his fingers wriggling inside her anus and his hard penis gently vibrating inside her vagina. She hoped he wouldn’t ejaculate prematurely.
After a few minutes, Gautam let her nipple pop out of his mouth and sat upright. He pulled his finger from her anus, slid his hands under her petticoat, and grabbed her slender waist. He lifted her slightly and brought her down, attempting to make her bounce up and down on his rigid penis. She was relieved he had not ejaculated too soon. She ground her crotch, smashing her vulva at the base of his penis. Then she gripped his shoulders and used her thigh muscles to move up and down, allowing his penis to slide in and out of her vagina. She increased the up-and-down movement until she was bouncing, and his rigid penis pounded inside her.
Gautam liked the view of her large breasts jiggling as she bounced, but her saree blocked the view of his penis thrusting inside her vagina. He didn’t mind what he couldn’t see, as what he felt was so fantastic that he wished he had made love to her sooner, when she was still married to his son. His hands slid from her waist to cup her smooth, soft buttocks.
Reshma’s vagina slid up and plunged down faster onto his hard penis, creating soft, wet slapping sounds as she rammed down. Her clitoris rubbed against his hard penis shaft as she rode him with delight.
Gautam squeezed her butt cheeks and whispered, “Oh, you’re so good, baby! You’re so good!”
Reshma smiled, hearing him call her “baby” for the first time. She relaxed her vagina around his penis and rammed it down. Then, she tightly gripped her vagina around his penis and sucked it as she lifted.
“Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me…fuck me,” Gautam cried out. His testicles felt hard and heavy, with a slight ache.
Hearing Gautam begging to be fucked, Reshma began pounding his penis with her vagina. Sliding up and down frantically, she humped him with powerful strokes.
He knew he was going to come. He grunted and moaned as he felt her vagina tighten around his penis. His penis lurched deep inside her, spraying hot semen.
“Oh, baby girl! You’re my sweet angel,” he whispered, expelling more semen inside her vagina.
She slammed down, her vulva meeting the base of his penis with a forceful smash. Her vagina closed tightly around him, sucking as she spasmed with an orgasmic explosion, making her moan again and again.
“Oh yes! Daddy!” she moaned as she orgasmed.
She felt his penis gush, and her vagina instinctively squeezed it, seeking more semen. She leaned forward into him, and he took her in his arms. He kissed her cheeks and the sides of her neck as she relaxed, milking his penis inside her vagina.
“It was fantastic. I haven’t felt this good for a long time,” Gautam whispered.
Reshma pulled back to look at him. “I did my part of the deal. Now it’s your turn,” she said.
“You mean business, don’t you?” Gautam asked with a chuckle.
“What did you expect? I’m your daughter-in-law!” Reshma said, laughing.
“Not anymore. You’re my baby now,” Gautam said, wishing she would agree.
Reshma chuckled, then said, “After I married Avinash, I expected you to act like my dad because my dad had passed away when I was a child. But you didn’t understand.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectation,” he said, slowly thrusting his semi-hard penis into her vagina. “But I will try my best to be your daddy,” he assured her.
“Okay, Daddy!” Reshma said in a childlike voice, teasing him.
They laughed together. Reshma then slipped her vagina from his penis and stood up. Holding her saree and petticoat up with one hand, she covered her vagina with the other, feeling their cum drip down. Catching the drops in her palm, she quickly rushed to the bathroom.
Reshma washed and adjusted her clothes and hair before returning to the living room.
Gautam had already put on his clothes. He saw her and said, “Come sit with me.”
Reshma sat on the sofa to his right. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He pecked a kiss on her lips, looked into her eyes and said, “I’m sorry I let you down. From today, you are my daughter, and I am your daddy. I won’t let you down again.”
Reshma laughed. “That’s okay. You don’t have to live up to my expectations,” she said, thinking he was joking.
“I have a property near your orphanage. I’ll talk to my lawyer and have it transferred to your name first,” he said, hoping she’d like the place.
“Which property is that?” she asked, curious.
“It’s the corner building on 6th Main,” he said, clarifying the location.
“Is it that three-story house with a grocery shop on the ground floor?” Reshma asked with curiosity and excitement.
“That’s the one,” Gautam said, happy to see her excitement.
“Oh my gosh! Are you serious?” she asked in disbelief.
“I am serious, baby,” he said, moving closer and kissing her lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, hoping he wasn’t lying.
Reshma spent another half an hour with Gautam before telling him she wanted to go to the orphanage before it closed for the day. Gautam asked her to meet him the next day. She agreed, kissed him goodbye, and left his house.
As Reshma drove to the orphanage, she wondered if Gautam was being truthful. She knew he was very rich, but she hadn’t known he owned a large property near her orphanage. She wondered if he was lying to her just to have sex, but convinced herself he couldn’t be, as he was wealthy enough to hire escorts like her. She hoped he wouldn’t find out she’d been working as a escort after his son dumped her for another woman. She hoped for the best and drove away.