Indian Mother-n-Law is 2nd Wife 01

This is a true story which happened in Kolkata, India. Only the names of the persons have been changed to protect their identity.

Mansi and Debojit had a fairy tale romance, which ultimately culminated into a marriage with kids. However, life did throw a few pleasant surprises at Debojit. Being the quintessential Bengali modern gentleman, Debojit was a wordly man. He was tall, dark and handsome and girls drooled over him. He had his share of crushes, romance and affairs, until he finally met Mansi and settled down with her.

Mansi and Debojit had been dating for 6 years now. Their relationship started with a fight and both ended up disliking each other the first time they met. However, both got to know each other over the years, became best friends and fell in love eventually and decided to tie the knot after their families met each other.

However, things were not so smooth. Mansi came from a rich Marwari family based in Kolkata. She was the only child of her parents and was brought up like a princess.

Mansi was a clear beauty, slim with smooth milky white skin. She had high cheekbones and a dazzling smile, and was rather tall, with long legs to complement a firm round ass. Mitali was a sweet girl but she did not have any boyfriend in school, as she spent most of her time focusing on her studies. Her only boyfriend was Debojit, the man she lost her virginity to at college.

Debojit was from a simple average Bengali family, whose dad was a government clerk. He was a laid back guy, who treated Mansi well. Mansi felt comfortable with him.

Given the caste system in India, there was a huge difference in their culture and status.

However Debojit having fallen for Mansi, he decided to quit his meandering ways and committed his heart (and his dick) to Mansi only. They began dating and slowly Mansi began noticing his qualities beyond the caste barrier.

Debojit had knowledge about almost everything specifically Politics, cricket, football and literature; He was very good at making small meaningful conversations, be it romantic or otherwise. He was a foodie and knew how to cook. He would often cook for Mansi and she would love his meals. Mansi appreciated this quality, as she had never stepped inside her own kitchen, ever. Debojit knew how to respect women. Being brought up in a culture who believes in goddess Durga, he always respected women around him. He was very mature in nature and clear about everything. He was calm, sensible and mentally & emotionally strong in every situation. And he was honest and liberal minded. He confessed to Mansi about his past girlfriends and promised to never cheat on her. Mansi contemplated the pros and cons of the situation and decided that Debojit was the best for her. She accepted his love proposal and they become a couple. Since Mansi was a virgin, and Debojit a seasoned playboy, he proceeded slowly with the relationship.

They started from sharing warm hugs to light kisses. Then the moved from soft romantic dance to wet smooches. Things gradually escalated from heavy petting over the cloths to giving handjobs to Debojit.

They decided to take the next step. After college, they would sneak out to a hotel room where they would see each other nude. Debojit would spend hours admiring her beautiful nude virgin body.

He would lick and kiss her entire face, ears and suck her boobs and fondle them to his hearts content. He would then give cunnilingus to her virgin pinkish pussy and make her orgasm from the effect of his tongue and light fingering. He would even lick her pinkish virgin ass hole.

Slowly, he taught Mansi how to suck cock and within a few months, she had begun swallowing his cum. Mansi was an eager learner and enthusiastic sexual partner. She desired to keep Debojit satisfied sexually, lest he began looking for other options for sexual pleasure. Mansi knew that Bengali girls are extremely pretty and look beautiful. So, she was in for a tough competition. No girl would like to pass a guy like Debojit.

So, on the special occasion of his birthday, Mansi decided to gift him her precious virginity. She lied to her dad that she was going on a college trip for 5 days but it was difficult for her to lie to her mother-Neela. She had confided to her mother that she was dating a nice guy and she was in love with him.

Though her marwadi community was conservative, her mother was modern, forward looking and open minded. They had a mom-daughter discussion and Mansi openly confessed that she wanted to feel like a modern teen college girl. Mansi reasoned that she wasn't neglecting her studies and continued to perform well in academics. She even excelled in college sports and was well known by her relatives and friends as a good cultured girl. She argued that many of her friends have boyfriends and were in health relationships, with many of then having sex regularly. Given the current time and generation, sex was not taboo and considered a normal activity between couples.

Neela understood and gave her consent to Mansi for the trip. Mansi got emotional by the fact that she had such a loving and understanding mom. Neela also assured Mansi that she would handle her dad. Both then had a conversation on safe sex and romantic love making. Mansi inquired about her mom's romantic experience and both giggled like school girls. Neela also gave Mansi a gift pack before her departure and she was pleasantly surprised by the contents of it. It consisted of a small pocket book of romantic quotes, along with a pack of flavoured condoms, anti-pregnancy pills and fragranced oil.

Even Debojit was impressed and urged Mansi to introduce him to her family, especially her mom Neela. Mansi lost her virginity to the man of her dreams -- Debojit, in the most romantic way and both progressed to a share a strong bond. After college, they decided to marry and Mansi decided to introduce Debojit to her parents.

Debojit was well received by her parents, especially her mom. Even Debojit felt an instant connection with Neela, and felt drawn to her. He made a mental comparison of Mansi and Neela. He was in love with Mansi and Mansi was mostly like her mom. So he felt natural to be attracted to Neela.

When Debojit met Mansi's parents for the first time, he was struck by their personalities. They are fun loving people. They enjoyed traveling, meeting new people, having new experiences; it was a lifestyle they enjoyed because of their wealth.

Debojit was also struck by her mother's beauty. There was an elegance to her. It was almost majestic. He knew where from Mansi got her hot looks and sexy body. She not only has her features; big eyes, full lips, sharp nose and a smooth complexion, but also her body. Her full breasts, round ass and curvy physique are unmistakably from the good genes handed down to her from her mother.

Mansi's parents were very happy their daughter was marrying Debojit. They proudly shared with everyone how their daughter found a "good guy." Especially Neela, in a moment of emotion, she even said she no longer felt regret about not having a son. Debojit couldn't have been happier.

Both Mansi and Debojit were happy that they had successfully overcome predictable cultural, familial, and practical challenges -- Language, Food and cuisine (Marwari vegetarian traditions; Bengalis eat meat), Rituals and religious customs and Community and social acceptance. Both wanted to make sure that they blend in both our traditions and customs, i. e. Bengali and Marwari. Their wedding too, was as dreamy as their relationship.

It is true that marwaris are generally portrayed as patriarchal and narrow minded people, but western education has changed this thinking. Every culture and religion is evolving.. People are evolving and are quiet open to ideas now.

Mansi and Debojit decided to stay independently in their flat after marriage. This gave the couple complete freedom to experiment and evolve. They would fuck like rabbits and remain nude most of the time.

Like their love, even their culture was evolving and becoming more compatible.

Mansi loved Debojit and she didn't judge the person she loved. She had no problem with her husband being a hard core non vegetarian or with you drinking and smoking four packs a day. Debojit would often cook for Mansi and soon the taste of Bengali food grew on her. she evolved from her typical rice and curry to exotic Bengali fish and eggs. Soon the Durga Puja bhog of Maha Ashtami and Maha Navami consisting of Kosha Mangsho (An iconic Bengali slow-cooked mutton dish) became her favourite.

At first, Mansi wanted Debojit to go low on the booze and smoke but Debojit instead taught her how to a smoke. Once, after a long bout of sex, both lay cuddling naked in the bed. Debojit reached to the side table and picked up his pack and started to smoke a cigarette. He offered her his cigarette and Mansi readily accepted it. She took a puff from the cigarette and immediately started coughing. Mansi had ever smoked a cigarette in her life.

"Because it's your first cigarette only pull a small amount of smoke into your mouth, otherwise, you'll cough up" Debojit cautioned.

Mansi did as advised.

"Now hold the smoke for a second inside your mouth. Let your mouth get used to it."

Mansi followed every instruction, adjusting to the warm, minty, smoky taste.

"As you remove the cigarette from your mouth inhale the smoke into your lungs with a deep breath."

Mansi put the cigarette between her lips again and pulled a smaller amount of smoke into her mouth this time. She held it there for a few seconds longer before she was forced to cough it out. She tried again, and again until eventually, she inhaled the smoke. Mansi grinned triumphantly before she exhaled like a real smoker. Debojit beamed and nodded her in approval.

Debojit then took his phone and started to take pictures of Mansi. She happily posed for him with a big smile and with cigarette in her hand. After taking few more puffs she handed over the cigarette to him.

*****

Mansi and Debojit had decided to take some time before having children. They wanted to enjoy life before becoming parents. Debojit's father-in-law was very supportive of this decision. Although his mother-in-law agreed with them, Debojit knew she wasn't pleased about it. She longed for her daughter to have a child. But she never said anything mean about it. She was always very supportive, and chose to patiently wait until both were ready.

Nevertheless, Neela loved giving them both gentle reminders every now and then. Like this one time when both had gone to visit her.....

"You know what Mansi! Your cousin sister Navya is pregnant! It's only been 6 months since they've been married!" Neela announced while Mansi and Debojit sat in the living room.

Mansi rolled her eyes and teased her mother. "Oh no! Maybe you should have told her to take pills, or her husband to wear a condom." Mansi always spoke her mind with her parents, sometimes just to tease her mother.

"Maybe you should stop taking your pills... or." Neela teased Mansi back.

"Mom, I don't take pills. You forget that I get sick with them. You should tell your dear son-in-law to stop wearing condoms.... OOPS..... or stop ejaculating out! "

Neela blushed a little. Debojit was still the 'new person' in the family, and Neela maintained some boundaries with him. But Mansi did not care about that. She was unapologetically herself.

"You're so shameless! Asking your mother to tell your husband to stop wearing condoms!"

"Yeah, why not! He's just as cool as I am. He won't mind at all!"

"But I would!" Neela snapped back.

"Oh mom, you're just as shameless as me. You simply like to pretend that you are not, sometimes." Mansi giggled saying that.

Neela's face was red but this conversation broke the ice between Debojit and Neela. As time went on, Neela slowly became comfortable around Debojit. Especially about pregnancies and babies. Mansi and Debojit openly talked about sex. It turned out Mansi's parents were just as open about it. Way more than Debojit's own parents, who, like most others Bengali bhadralok, thought it was too rude to talk about such things. One day Neela made a not-so-subtle comment about it.

"Debojit, I hope you won't think of me as pushy because I ask you both to have kids. I am simply speaking out my mind." Neela said when both were alone.

"No, not at all. I completely understand. I know how much you care about us."

"Thank you! And more than anything else I want you both to always be happy."

"You're so sweet, just like Mansi!"

"I know! But at the same time, I yearn to see my daughter bear a child. I am going to take the liberty of saying something to you."

"Sure, go ahead." Debojit was both curious and excited.

"Having a baby is not a duty. A baby should be born out of love. As a symbol of the love that two people share for each other. I know you love my daughter. Whenever you both are ready, make sure you do it with complete love for each other. Please don't do it like it's a task."

Debojit was dumbstruck listening to her. She not only said something profound, but she was almost telling them not to make sex boring or mechanical.

"Ah... Hmmmm..... I don't know what to say!"

Neela blushed a little. It was enough to arouse Debojit.

"I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I know EVERY DETAILS of how well you take care of my daughter." Neela winked, thereby implying that Mansi shared intimate details with her.

Debojit grinned out loud. "Thanks! I Love Mansi" He said with a sense of pride. "And no, you did not make me feel uncomfortable. It was quite the opposite."

Debojit was feeling bold and naughty. "So, is that how you both did it when you thought of having Mansi?"

Neela giggled. "Oh, yes! And, we still do it the same way. That's the secret to living a long and happy life. I can even give you some tips"

"What!" Debojit almost burst out in excitement. "That's crazy! I can't believe we are having this conversation."

"Why act immature when we are all grown-ups here? The least we could do is speak our mind freely with each other."

"Yes... I agree! But did Mansi really tell you all our intimate details?" Debojit asked her.

"Of course, she did!" Neela said in a teasing voice.

That night Debojit was over his head. He told Mansi about the conversation. She was pleasantly surprised, and did not feel bad. She even felt glad her mother and her husband were able to talk so openly.

"You know she thinks of you more like a son than a son-in-law. I am happy she felt comfortable enough with you to speak her mind, just like she does with me."

Both were already in bed, cuddling and half naked. Debojit kissed her, and held her firm breasts with his hands. Mansi kissed him back, moaning to his touch. Debojit was fully aroused and a barrage of dirty thoughts came to his mind.

Both fucked loudly. Exhausted, both fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Debojit woke up. All that fucking made him hungry. He looked and saw Mansi in deep sleep. He put on his pajamas and walked to the kitchen to get a little snack. He was surprised to find the kitchen lights on. It turned to excitement when I saw Neela there. She was sitting by the dining table and having ice-cream.

"Oh, hi! Feeling hungry?" Mansi asked that question deliberately.

"Yes!." Debojit said sitting down across her.

"And, all that noise........ I couldn't sleep." Neela quipped.

Debojit went red faced but did not hold back, and spoke his mind. "I'm sorry if your daughter and I were too loud."

"Oh, don't be silly." Neela looked with a smile. "To be honest, hearing my daughter getting her womb filled was like music to my ears.... and, I hope that's what happened. Or... were there any condoms involved?"

Debojit almost chuckled. "No, there were no condoms. Honestly, I never liked the feeling of plastic on my dick. It was Mansi who insisted and deliberately put one on my dick. But, that was before we got married. I stopped wearing them after our wedding."

Neela grinned from ear to ear, with wide expressive eyes" Really?"

"Yes, your daughter womb is pumped full of my seed. Every single drop of it. And, she is happily sleeping." Debojit realized there was no need to hold back any more. He loved talking to her like this.

Neela had a wide smile on her face. "You are wonderful! I am so happy to hear that!"

Debojit felt his dick getting hard again talking to his mother-in-law like this. He stared at her body. She wore a night gown; it had buttons from the neckline to the waist. It was loose but her thick, curvy body could be seen very well through the thin, cotton cloth. She looked like a thicker version of Mansi.

She had a few buttons of her nightgown undone. He could see a slight hint of her cleavage, and the strings of her Mangalsutra (a necklace Indian married woman wear). He wished she would bend forward so he can get a better look at her breasts. He kept talking to her.

"Many men don't like wearing condoms. It's not fun with them for both." Neela spoke her mind.

"I agree. I want to feel your daughter fully when I am inside her. Its both physical and mental intimacy. And of course, to fill her up. It's a waste to throw away my sperm like that." Debojit decided to get bold and talk dirty.

"Yes! You get it! A man's sperm is meant to be inside a woman's womb! It makes me so happy to hear you understand this."

"Of course! I made the mistake of pulling out and ejaculation, but I've realised my mistake. I am going to keep filling you daughter again and again, even after she gets pregnant."

Neela beamed with happiness hearing this. "I am so proud of you, my son! You keep proving yourself to be the best man my daughter could have picked."

Saying that, Neela got up and give Debojit a hug. He was still sitting in his chair so his head was placed right over the bosom. He pulled her into himself giving her a nice squeeze.

They broke the hug and she sat back in her chair. With a big smile on her face she crossed her arms underneath her breasts and leaned forward a little pushing them up. Her deep cleavage was now very clearly visible. Her skin was fair and flawless. Debojit could feel his heart beating faster. He felt her eyes on him, she saw where he was looking.

"I have to thank you, though." Debojit said, breaking the silence.

"Thank me, why?"

"For giving birth to such a beautiful and sexy daughter. Like mother, like daughter, I guess." Debojit stared straight into her eyes.

Neela smiled and blushed. "I hope you are enjoying."

"Doesn't Mansi tell you how much we enjoy."

"She tells me you love her like crazy... and... that she has a hard time... walking after... you know..." Neela was feeling shy.

"No need to feel shy. We are family, and family take care of each other and share everything, right."

Neela blushed again and smile. But she appeared more confident. "She told me you fuck her so hard that she has a hard time walking straight after that."

Debojit was fully hard after hearing this. "You really can't blame me. Mansi is a sex goddess in bed. As I am sure you know by now from her moans." He said looking at her and smiled.

"I heard about that but today I was convinced the first time I heard her moan. I always knew she had high sexual energy, and hoped she would find someone who could match that. You have no idea how happy it makes me knowing you both are having such a good time in bed." Neela was indeed happy.

"I wonder where she got that sexual energy from." Debojit said with a naughty smirk.

"Who do you think she got it from?" Neela asked me with a teasing smile.

"I don't know. You are her mother. Mothers know their children the best. You tell me."

"My daughter is my reflection in every way." Neela leaned in a little, giving an amazing view of her delicious cleavage. "It's not just my looks she inherited."

"I knew she's you the minute I saw you."

"You are one naughty boy." Neela said with an expression of delightful surprise.

She got up and walked to the kitchen counter. Debojit got up and walked behind her closing the gap in a few quick strides. He hugged her from the back and pinned her on the kitchen counter. He pressed his dick into her ass.

"Ahh!!" A soft moan came out from her mouth. "What are you doing?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"I want to show you how much I love you, mommy." Debojit pressed deeper into her ass.

"Mmm!! I understand, son. But this isn't right." Neela was fighting the pleasure and the guilt.

Debojit started pressing into her and grinding his hips on her. His hands wrapped around her waist firmly holding her in place. She moaned, but tried hard to control herself.

"Ahh! Mmm!!" She started to grind her hips with his rhythm, and pushed back into him. She turned her head towards him and looked into his eyes.

A split second later, she turned away. "No, we can't do this. I can't cheat on my husband. Please, I ask you to stop."

Debojit stopped and pulled away from her. He cared for her, and did not want to hurt her feeling. "I am sorry, I did not mean to hurt you. I only wanted to show my love for you. I guess, I let my feelings get the better of me."

"It's okay. I can understand."

Neela turned around and faced Debojit. She looked down at his very obvious bulge and smiled. She slowly put her hand forward and gently touched it.

"You are young, and full of passion. It's hard to control this kind of energy. And, it's not meant to be controlled. It's meant to be unleashed."

Neela undid the rest of the buttons on her nightgown, freeing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples and areola were dark pink in color. Lines of dark blue colored veins complimented her fair complexion. Her Mangalsutra sat in between her breasts. Her boobs were big and tempting. Both stood very close to each other. Neela then slid his pajamas down and pulled out his dick. Debojit couldn't believe that his mother-in-law was holding his dick!

"Wow!! That is a big piece of manhood you got there!" She gently ran her fingers from the base to the head. "No wonder my daughter moans like that." She gave a proud smile.

She placed her hand over the shaft and held it in a firm grip. She began stroking it nice and slow.

Neela looked into his eyes. "I want you to go to your room, wake up my daughter, shove this huge piece of meat inside her cunt and fuck her hard."

Neela kept stroking his dick. Her demeanor had changed completely. She was bold.

"I want you to fuck her like you own her." Even her voice felt different. "Make her moan. I want to hear my daughter scream in pleasure."

"Fuck her and fill her womb with your seed. Get her pregnant! And then, don't stop. Keep fucking her and filling her up for as long as you can."

Neela leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "I won't mind if you think of me while you impregnate my daughter. Make her a mother." Neela gently kissed his lips. "You will always have my love, my son."

She took her hand from his dick and looked at him. There were no more words. Debojit leaned forward and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. Then he walked to his room. Debojit felt invigorated. He woke up Mansi from her sleep. She realised he was horny. He started kissing her, feeling her body, making her wet fast.

He took one breast in his mouth and sucked on it and slid two fingers inside her pussy. He finger fucked her. She let out a loud moan. Mansi turned around and lay on her stomach, Debojit placed himself behind her on his knees. She instinctively pushed her ass up. He slid his dick into her.

"Ohh!! Ahh!!"

He held her hips and kept thrusting into her, quick and fast.

"Mmm!! Haa!! Haa!!" Her moans increased in intensity.

He fucked her with a vigor.

She moaned louder. "What got into you!?"

This was unexpected even for her. Debojit did not say a word. He pushed his dick deeper with every thrust. He had flashes of his mother-in-law standing naked, showing her gorgeous breasts. It made him go wild. Mansi's whole body shook as Debojit pounded her in doggy style.

All that excitement that built up from the talk with Neela was ready to burst out. His dick felt more like a loaded canon this time. "Arghh!! God!! Ahhh!!" Debojit moaned and came hard.

"Ohh!! Yes!! Ahh!!" Mansi moaned harder feeling his cum hitting her womb, filling her up for a second time in one night.

The next morning, Mansi and Debojit became composed. He was back to his usual self. Mansi was naturally curious to know what happened and Debojit told her about the conversation with Neela.

"I can't believe my mom was so dirty she literally asked you to fuck her own daughter. I always knew she had a slutty side to her. Even though she never accepted it." Mansi smiled with a sense of pride.

All that reminiscing got Debojit hard again. Mansi looked at his dick poking out and raised her eyebrows. She was surprised, but she isn't the type to complain.

"This time, I am taking control." She flipped her legs over his waist, and straddled him. Her hungry pussy swallowed his dick whole in a blink. She twerked her hips and rode me like a pro.

For the next few days, both practically lived for sex. They fucked whenever they could. Mansi sometimes moaned louder than usual just to make sure her mom heard her. Then it happened. All those gallons of cum that Debojit pumped into her ripe womb did their magic. She was pregnant! Everyone was elated.

When Neela and Debojit had a moment alone, he asked her how she felt now that he had successfully impregnated her daughter.

"You have fulfilled your most primal duty. You are now a man!"

Debojit felt proud. He repeated those words again and again in his head.

He hugged her and kissed her on her lips. She kissed back passionately. It was a long, wet smooch.

"Remember. You don't stop. Your seed should always be inside her." She said as both stood in each other's embrace.

"Of course! I never had any intention of stopping, and I definitely don't have any desire to say no to your wish."

Soon, Neela became Debojit's confidant from that point. He shared with her all his inner most desires and fantasies. She listened with an open mind and heart.

He would often tell her how he fucked Mansi. Sometimes he would even tell her about other women he had fucked before or other women he felt attracted to, and how he desired them. Neela always listened with an open mind.... without judging him.