MAYA(Daughter in law)
[color="Sienna"]He started getting up early from bed daily. And he started a journal. He started documenting his daughter in law 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 in law. 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 Mohan. 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.
Mohan 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..." Mohan 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 Mohan and immediately regretted.
"Haha! Gotcha!" cried Maya with a triumphant smile.
"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.
Mohan 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 Mohan 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.
Mr. Mohan had a couple of close calls while watching his daughter in law 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 law.
Last edited by srikanthgoud : 29th December 2016 at 02:28 PM.
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MAYA(Daughter in law)
In his fantasies almost invariably he had sex with his daughter in law. 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 in law 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 in law 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 in law 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.
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