My lover Kids

My lover Kids
Hi, I am Simran and this is my story of how I got my father in law under my thumb. Married into a rich family I enjoyed the luxuries of life offered on a platter. My husband Ranjan owns the family business and is doing pretty well expanding it in all possible directions. On our first meeting, I found my in-laws to be very soft spoken and loving people. Despite their success, I could sense a lot of modesty in them. Ranjan’s elder sister was married in a very reputed family, His mother had died when he was very young and their father played the role of single parent quite devotionally. He didn’t marry again for their sake. My father in law, Mr. Kamal Ahuja, actually played around with my brother’s daughter as if they were of same age. I really got flattened by his simplicity on day one itself. Though he is on shorter side height wise his overall stature was way over and above a lot of the taller guys I had known I somehow just couldn’t help looking and smiling at him while he played with Aditi. “Awwwww…He is sooooo sweet” I thought. Suddenly he looked over his shoulders and caught by gaze. He must have seen the admiration I had for him in my eyes; he immediately stood up with a childish shy grin on his face. I could see the blushes he was having. He just couldn’t look at me again after that. I smiled at this boyish act of my father in law and thanked heavens for choosing such a wonderful family for me. Now coming to myself, I did my post graduation in commerce from a reputed college of Delhi and coming from a Sikh background I was kind of tall for an Indian girl at 5’9” and looked even taller in traditional Indian attire of saari. Though I was never a fan of those skinny type girls I myself looked pretty slim because of my height. I was actually quite proud of my figure. My in-laws, on the other hand, were just average sized with Ranjan being the tallest amongst them and he too was almost my height only if not shorter. I initially hesitated about the union, thinking if I were to wear heels I would tower over him by half a head length but he didn’t seem to mind that. They were mature enough to accept me the way I was. Ranjan even said jokingly “I would always like to look up to you”. On our wedding night when we were left alone in our room, I sat at the edge of the bed waiting for Ranjan with a thumping heart. I had seen so many suhagrat scenes in Bollywood movies yet an unknown fear was gripping me tight. My mind was totally freeze didn’t even remove the sandals Ranjan bought especially for the wedding. Suddenly the door opened up and he entered the room. My heart started beating even louder. Tons of blood was pounding across every nerve of my body. He stood silently in front of me. Like traditional Indian wife I bent over to touch his feet but he held me by my arms stopping me midway. “I don’t believe I am someone you need to treat like a god. I had rather have you as a friend with whom I could share every feeling. We are both equals in this relation so if you don’t want me to touch your feet as well don’t show me this much respect.” I couldn’t help smiling and felt so relieved. I seemed exactly the kind of person I always dreamt of. I felt somewhat relaxed and my nerves calmed a bit. I raised my eyes to look into his but the effort wasn’t too steep. In my heels I was approximately 5 inches taller than him. I smiled once again. He came closer and his hands encircled my waist. I could make out he wanted to kiss me on lips but was falling a bit short. He tiptoed to reach where he wanted to but was falling over me in doing so. My arms reached behind his back from under his armpits and to make it easier for him I tried removing my sandals, but he stopped me from doing so. “I am loving it the way it is don’t remove your sandals unless you feel you have to.” He said in such a requesting way I just couldn’t say anything, but smiled looking down in his eyes. Now he had his arms around my neck and I had him by his waist. He again rose on his toes to kiss me and I pulled him closer to my body. I felt I was being his support. In that moment of ecstasy it just occurred to me that may be he was feeling the same and was quite happy about it. In a low voice I asked him “do you need any help.” He looked up at me, didn’t say a word, but his closed his eyes in expectation, the silly grin on his face left nothing to be said. I bent a little one hand around his waist, moved the other hand under his butt and lifted him in my arms in one swift motion. His eyes and his mouth were wide open. I realized immediately he was not expecting this for help. But the act had been performed and now I couldn’t have let him go to embarrass him. With both his feet in the air he looked sheepishly at me. I closed my eyes a placed my lips on his lips to reassure him of my intentions. He wrapped his legs around my waist now and he embraced me even more tightly. To my surprise I didn’t feel his weight at all. Holding him in my arms, our lips locked I stayed that way for quite a while. I could easily tell he was getting excited. He loosened his grip a little, moved his lips and kissed my eyes and then my cheeks. “You are the best thing that could have happened to me” I heard him say and his grip tightened over me. I too felt very excited and moved towards the wall. He asked me “You can put me down if you are feeling tired”. I smiled and told him “You are so light, I feel like I am holding a baby”. He smiled back and said “That’s what I want to be like always” “Awww… my little baby” I replied still holding him in my arms as we kissed again. Keeping him in my arms I moved to the bed again. I sat on the bed having him on my laps. He continued kissing me and moaning slowly. We looked at each other before I unbuttoned his kurta and loosened his pajama. I removed his clothes and there he was now sitting on me completely naked.

I again stood up and felt motherly love for Ranjan having his naked body clinging to mine. I was getting bolder as I had realized that he liked me to be the dominant one. I lied on the bed taking him along with me. I now held his face between my palms and poured my love on him. I took full control of him on our first night itself. We both enjoyed the night to the full. And that’s how it stayed ever after. I enjoyed treating him like a kid and he was more than happy to have found a mama…though he never called me that, I knew his desires. One Sunday afternoon I was moving around the room with Ranjan in my arms when Baba walked into the house. We didn’t notice the door was unlocked. Ranjan was happily looking over my shoulders on the other side of the room but baba and me had locked our gaze. Baba was standing right in front of me looking at us in disbelief. We didn’t say a word and he moved hurriedly away towards his room out of embarrassing situation. I couldn’t speak anything either. There was no point telling Ranjan what had just happened and make him miserable as well. I thought I have to handle the situation myself. In the evening when Baba didn’t come out of his room for tea I decided to take the bull by its horn and confront Baba. Ranjan as usual went along with his friends to play badminton in the community hall. With tea cup in my hand, I entered Baba’s room. He was quietly sitting in his chair. As soon as he saw me I could feel his face turning red. He immediately started looking downwards to avoid eye contact with me. “Baba tea,” I said gathering some courage and putting the cup on the bedside table. He didn’t say anything but kept looking down. I no longer could withstand his silence. It was killing me. This has to end right here and right now, I told myself. I moved closer to him, sat on my knees in front of his chair to look into his eyes, but he kept shielding his gaze away from my eyes. At that moment to me, he looked like a child who was caught red-handed in an act of mischievous. I couldn’t stop smiling at my thoughts. With this thought in mind, I felt a little bolder and took his face in my hands. Second time in the day he looked at me in complete disbelief. I was still smiling as our eyes met. With his face still in my hands, I asked him “Baba, what’s wrong, why are you being so difficult?” I pretended ignorance. He was blushing like a baby feeling my hands on his cheeks. I could sense the rush of blood on his face. There was pregnant silence in the room. I felt him melting in my hands. With one hand on his face I moved my other hand on his hair. My fingers moved through his hair but he didn’t utter a word. “Are you angry with me?” I poured all my love in my speech. He stammered “I….I …I am not angry, it’s just that ….” He couldn’t speak further. “just …just what Baba?” I was getting naughty. He looked at me shyly. I smiled at him encouraging him to speak up his mind. “I was shocked to see you holding Ranjan like a baby.” He blurted out as fast as he could. “You mean to say as if I was his mother.” I wanted him to look at me in a different way. “Did you like it?” I probed. “like what ba….” I put my finger to his lips before he could complete his sentence. “shhhhhhhhhh ….. “ I kept my finger on his lips and rose on my knees. “Did you like seeing me playing Ranjan’s mom” I was at my seductive best. He looked completely baffled by my bold avatar. Like a frightened sheep he again started looking down. I lifted his face holding his chin. Looked right into his eyes and repeated my question. He couldn’t answer me yet again, but I knew I had him pinned under my thumb. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t resist. My arms encircled his waist and within no time he was sitting on my laps. “Do you like it here” I asked him “Mmmmm” he could only speak this much, when my lips again closed his lips. I felt his erection on my naval as I embraced him tightly. His arms were now around my neck and his legs were wrapped around my waist. “My baby” the words came out of my mouth without thinking. He must have liked what I said because immediately I felt his grip on me getting tighter. I smiled and tried to look at him but he hid his face. I stood up keeping him in my arms. I felt him jerking as soon as I stood. It was too much for him to hold in a day. His erection disappeared soon after. I put him on his bed, but he didn’t open his eyes maybe out of shame. I smiled at his behavior, kissed him on his lips and then on his eyes. “Mommy is not angry with you, sunny …” I patted lightly on his cheeks. I could see how he was enjoying the affection of a woman. As I was about to leave his room he said “I‘ll always be your sunny, mommy”. I turned around, came back to his bed put my hands on his face and lied on top of him covering him from toe to head. “I’ll always be your mommy, Kamal” and kissed him till the door bell rang. Ranjan had returned and it was time to look after my second son.