Tahir Armasi was a middleclass Indian businessman living in the well to do suburbs of Mumbai (formerly Bombay), India. He was 52, married to Seema his wife of thirty years, who was 50. They had married young, as was the custom in the days when the lifestyle was much different to that of a current cosmopolitan Indian city like Mumbai now.
They lived in a comfortable, luxury 3 bed - 2 bath apartment in one of those high-rise towers you see sometimes in photos of Mumbai. Their son Mamood, who was 19, still lived with them, and Nisha their 18-year-old daughter was normally away at a boarding school, but currently back home for a week's holidays, which would be ending in a few days.
Mamood had finished school and was preparing to go to a college in Mumbai to study law in a few months, so was now taking some time out, and enjoying himself doing what he liked for a while. Nisha had another four months to go at boarding school, before finishing her education there, and coming back home.
They were a typical traditional Indian-Westernised family in many ways. They dressed in a combination of Indian and Western styles - more Western nowadays at home, and out shopping or relaxing, but traditional at social functions, where appropriate.
In their looks, Tahir who was 5'7" had put on a 'middle aged spread', but still retained some of his good looks, which had made him popular when younger. And Seema at 5'4" was still very much a good-looking woman, with a voluptuous full figure. She had been quite a stunner in her youth and she had looked after herself to this day.
Her body had grown larger - she was now a size 14, but the proportions were still in balance. She had quite large, 40D boobs which still gave way to a curvy waistline, but her buttocks and ass had grown after giving birth, she thought a bit too much, although in reality they were very much in proportion to the rest of her now, and a glorious sight for any ass man who loved a fuller buxom figure.
Mamood at 5"9" was very much a younger version of his father, and who at 19 needed to lose some weight (not fat, but a little chubby!), and had grown into rather a shy young man who lacked some confidence. Both Tahir and Seema had been concerned about this, but hoped he would grow out of it. He hadn't had a girlfriend yet as far as they knew. Nisha, on the other hand was much more outgoing. She had a beautiful face, but was a little more stocky in build at 5'2" with a rather plump ass and good sized 36C boobs, however her personality was much more relaxed and outgoing, and she seemed very comfortable in herself.
The family were gathered in the kitchen for breakfast where Seema and Nisha were standing by the worktop chatting away whilst preparing the food. They had their backs to Tahir and Mamood, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Suddenly, Mamood's mobile phone rang its rather irritating tune (so Tahir always thought), and while he got up to take the call in the hallway, Tahir looked over at his wife and daughter.
Seema was wearing a beige figure hugging cotton trousers with a white blouse, whilst Nisha wore a t-shirt and tight fitting dark blue denim jeans, which showed off every curve of her ample butt. Tahir was an ass man and couldn't help admiring the behinds of his wife and daughter as they moved about, even though one of the women was his daughter. His sex drive was still very high at his age. He felt his face flush, as a sudden thought of going up to his daughter and cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans flashed through his mind.
'Mmm,' he thought to himself, 'I'll have to ponder on these feelings a bit more,' and looked back down at his newspaper, as Mamood came back into the room after finishing his phone call.
He snatched a quick look up, and saw Mamood looking over at Seema and Nisha, who still had their backs turned and were chatting away. He was sure he saw, just for a moment, Mamood eyeing up both his mother's and sister's butts as well. Tahir quickly looked back at his newspaper, before Mamood noticed he had been watched, and he felt a harden come on in his pants.
Tahir had always tried to be open with his wife, so that evening as they lay in bed, he raised his feelings of that morning with Seema.
"Seema," he said, "This morning, when you and Nisha were making breakfast, I got a hard-on looking at both of you. Seeing both your behinds, all tightly wrapped as they were, turned me on, even Nisha's, and I wanted to go up to her and give her butt cheeks a squeeze."
Seema sat up and looked at her husband, appearing to be horrified. "What? You wanted to touch up your own daughter?" she replied.
