My name is Manjunath a 48 year old widower from India. I was leading a decent middle class life until my wife expired few years ago. This is my real life story. Though I am totally ashamed of myself and my actions, I have only written this to make other widowers aware of the dangers of loneliness and also the dangers of staying alone with their daughters during such times of life.
My wife and I have only one daughter. Her name is Madhura. Since she was our only daughter we loved her very much. She too loved us a lot. We got her married very early when she was just 20 years of age.
She had a happy married life and gave birth to two children within the next 5 years.Tragedy stuck this year as her husband passed away in an accident.My daughter became a widow in her early age of 25 years.
My daughter stayed with her in-laws and I lived alone.Her in-laws suggested that Madhura and her children should come and live with me. As this may keep the loneliness of both away, and also a good environment to grow for the children. I also agreed. For few years there was no woman in my house, was depressed and frustrated at my loneliness and hence this creates a great happiness in me.
When my daughter and her children came to live with me, I was overjoyed to have their company. I had a small house with one living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and the usual bathroom.Since the rooms were very small, each bed-room had space for only one bed. Madhura and her children occupied one bedroom and I slept in the other.
My daughter took charge of all the needs of the house in terms of cooking, cleaning, washing etc. She kept the house clean and made sure that, I was served coffee, milk, breakfast, lunch and dinner on time.
For one month things were fine,one day during the cold winter,I found my daughter sleeping on a mat in the living room early in the morning! I woke her up to ask”Madhu…What happened? Why are you sleeping here? Why are you not sleeping on the bed in your room? ”
She replied, “Oh Papa! There is almost no place on the bed. Your grandchildren toss and turn and kick their legs while sleeping. It was so disturbing and that’s why I came here and slept”
I said “You should have woken me up. I would have come and slept on this mat in the living room and you could have slept on my bed in my bedroom ”
She replied, “No Papa. That is your and my late mummy’s bed. I did not wish to be a nuisance ”
I said, ” Madhu, what is this? You are my daughter. Though you have become a mother of two children,you are still my child. So don’t talk nonsense. From tonight, let your children use the bed in your bed-room.You sleep on my bed and I shall come and sleep here.”
She said, “No Papa. I dont want you to sleep on the floor,so let me sleep here. It’s not a problem for me. You can have your own bed ”
I firmly said, ” No Madhu! you should sleep on my bed and I will sleep on the floor here. That is final.Now,no arguments ”
She said, “OK Papa. But I dont want you to sleep on the floor. If you insist that I should sleep on your bed, then I have an idea. Look Papa, is it okay with you if I come and sleep on your bed along side with you?….Afterall I am your daughter and have slept on your bed along side you so many times during my childhood. ”
I should have thought about the dangers. I should have thought well before answering. Foolishly I did not. I simply did not want my own daughter to be disappointed. Afterall she was simply being affectionate. So without any vision, in order not to hurt her I replied, “Okay Madhu, from tonight, after putting your children to sleep in their room, you come and sleep on my bed,beside me! Happy now? ”
She replied happily”Yes Papa. Like old times, I can still recollect all those nights during my childhood, when I used to sleep next to you and you used to tell me stories! ”
That night after dinner I went to my bed and lay down on one side leaving ample space for my daughter on the other side. For some reasons, I could not sleep and was lying wide awake on my bed. In the darkness as there was the usual nightly power cut, after finishing all her work my young daughter put her children to sleep.
The door to my bedroom opened. I saw my daughter entering with a candle. She glanced at me. She thought that I was asleep. So, I too pretended to be asleep but my eyes were slightly open watching her. As the candle light was too dim she could not see my slightly open eyes. I looked at her, as she moved about silently in the semidarkness keeping some newspapers on the shelf.
I had always looked upon my daughter as a little girl. Though my daughter was the mother of two children, it was for the first time in the candle light I realised that she was a fully grown woman! She was beautiful. She obviously had a bath. My daughter was very fair. Now with her white saree and blouse, she looked like an angel.
I saw the out-line of her gorgeous breasts from under the pallu of her saree. When she turned I also noticed the out-line of her large and firm buttocks under her saree. As I continued watching her,I felt my penis getting hard. I had been without a woman for almost two years. Now that I was seeing a woman in my bedroom and that too in the semidarkness at night. I was getting sexually excited though it was my own daughter..! I was disgusted at myself!
Madhura put off the candle. In the darkness she came and lay down beside me. I was awake and hoping that she would not notice the erection under my dhoti..! I could smell her fragrance,My erection was fully raging now.
Within the next 10 minutes I noticed that she had fallen asleep. I turned on my side to look at her,She looked so innocent, So beautiful,So tender,and So delicate. It was sad that she had become a widow. Though my penis was erect and I felt like touching her exciting body, I knew my limits. Madhu was my daughter,I dared not to touch her. I tried to sleep and finally fell into a stupor.
After a couple of hours some movement on the bed woke me up. I saw that in her deep sleep Madhu had turned and snuggled up close to me like she used to be when she was a little girl. Her voluptous body touched mine. She had flung her left arm over me hugging me. The only problem now was, she was not a child.