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Sex with his daughter - My father my husband Part 1
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I stood outside my college waiting for my dad to pick me up. I am Latha, only daughter of my father. My mom passed away 3 years back when I was 16. Since then my dad had been everything to me. He took utmost care for me and I could say I never missed my mom much. He didn't get married again for my sake cause he wasn't sure about how my step mother may behave with me. Things were going smooth or it was what I thought until that night came.
My dad got married at an young age of 24 and my mom was 19. I was born in an year as a token to appreciate their unconditional love. Life was going smooth and steady until one day when my mother fell ill and died. My dad was left alone and I thought he was happy until the day came when I realized he is still young and in need of some intimacy which he missed for quite sometime now without my mother with us.
My dad parked his bike near me as I hopped onto it. I clung tightly to him which I am used to quite often.
"How was the day, Latha?" he enquired me.
"Fine as usual, dad," I replied back while my fingers were busy unwrapping the chocolate he bought for me.
We reached our home and I moved inside with him following me behind. I moved to my bedroom and slipped off into nighty. I walked into the kitchen to make coffee for both of us while my dad relaxed watching TV. I handed him the coffee and sat near him.
"Whats the plan for this evening, daddy?" I enquired him with my hands around his neck hugging him close.
"Not yet planned, Latha."
"Come on daddy, lets go out somewhere," I pulled him up. I wore a pink colored salwar and he got dressed up in a stripped shirt. We drove off in his bike and I was quite excited about the movie all along.
He was not sure but agreed for my sake and we went off for a movie. The movie was a good one which I watched with my hands wrapped around my dad. He was quite uncomfortable than usual. It went on uneventful and we came back home earlier. I felt my dad was not his usual cheerful self and he was completely worried about something. After getting dressed in my usual satin nighty, I joined him in his bedroom. I cuddled closer to him when he suddenly moved off me.
"Dad...what happened?" I asked him completely shocked.
"Nothing dear. You just get some sleep," he said with his eyes filled with tears.
I moved close to him, holding his face in my palm. He sobbed and hugged me tight. I felt a flush of excitement in my body of being touched so intimate by a man. My dad had hugged me so often but today it all seemed so new. I hugged him back feeling my breasts touching his chest. I could feel his hard on touching my thighs as he held me tight.
He got off me and smiled saying,"Nothing dear. You just look so much like your mom and I sometimes feel I am with her."
I couldn't get his words clearly but I understood he is depressed cause he has seen his daughter as his wife. I know I am not a kid and my dad misses the company of a woman in his life. I slipped off the bed and walked towards my bedroom door locking myself inside.
My mind was filled with confusion as I walked all over my room wondering about the things that happened. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking deeply. A few minutes passed when I realized I was staring at my own body in the mirror. The reflection showed a young girl of 19 years with feminine curves and bums. My hips were wide yet slim with a medium sized pair of firm, fair breasts gifted to me from my mother. My skin was completely soft to touch and quite sensitive.
"I am a fully grown woman...why can't I be my dad's wife for the night?" I thought to myself demolishing all the thoughts of committing incest which is a sin in this world.
My determination to make my dad happy took over my questioning brain. I moved to the cupboard and took out my mom's saree. It was bright red in color with flower patterns. I slipped my soft breasts into her bra which cupped it tightly.
"Oh....I am almost the same as mom even in sizes," I wondered in my mind as I wrapped the saree around me after wearing the blouse and petticoat. I looked at my reflection once again to give a touch up. Then I made my way up to my parent's bedroom.
I knocked slightly over the door. My body trembled in excitement and fear. I felt a shiver in my spines when I felt I will no longer be a virgin the next morning. My untouched breasts would be felt by my very own dad soon. My erect nipples would be in his lips and flicked over by his tongue. My soft thighs would be spread wide apart so that he would be able to get in between and penetrate my virgin hole.
My dad got married at an young age of 24 and my mom was 19. I was born in an year as a token to appreciate their unconditional love. Life was going smooth and steady until one day when my mother fell ill and died. My dad was left alone and I thought he was happy until the day came when I realized he is still young and in need of some intimacy which he missed for quite sometime now without my mother with us.
My dad parked his bike near me as I hopped onto it. I clung tightly to him which I am used to quite often.
"How was the day, Latha?" he enquired me.
"Fine as usual, dad," I replied back while my fingers were busy unwrapping the chocolate he bought for me.
We reached our home and I moved inside with him following me behind. I moved to my bedroom and slipped off into nighty. I walked into the kitchen to make coffee for both of us while my dad relaxed watching TV. I handed him the coffee and sat near him.
"Whats the plan for this evening, daddy?" I enquired him with my hands around his neck hugging him close.
"Not yet planned, Latha."
"Come on daddy, lets go out somewhere," I pulled him up. I wore a pink colored salwar and he got dressed up in a stripped shirt. We drove off in his bike and I was quite excited about the movie all along.
He was not sure but agreed for my sake and we went off for a movie. The movie was a good one which I watched with my hands wrapped around my dad. He was quite uncomfortable than usual. It went on uneventful and we came back home earlier. I felt my dad was not his usual cheerful self and he was completely worried about something. After getting dressed in my usual satin nighty, I joined him in his bedroom. I cuddled closer to him when he suddenly moved off me.
"Dad...what happened?" I asked him completely shocked.
"Nothing dear. You just get some sleep," he said with his eyes filled with tears.
I moved close to him, holding his face in my palm. He sobbed and hugged me tight. I felt a flush of excitement in my body of being touched so intimate by a man. My dad had hugged me so often but today it all seemed so new. I hugged him back feeling my breasts touching his chest. I could feel his hard on touching my thighs as he held me tight.
He got off me and smiled saying,"Nothing dear. You just look so much like your mom and I sometimes feel I am with her."
I couldn't get his words clearly but I understood he is depressed cause he has seen his daughter as his wife. I know I am not a kid and my dad misses the company of a woman in his life. I slipped off the bed and walked towards my bedroom door locking myself inside.
My mind was filled with confusion as I walked all over my room wondering about the things that happened. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking deeply. A few minutes passed when I realized I was staring at my own body in the mirror. The reflection showed a young girl of 19 years with feminine curves and bums. My hips were wide yet slim with a medium sized pair of firm, fair breasts gifted to me from my mother. My skin was completely soft to touch and quite sensitive.
"I am a fully grown woman...why can't I be my dad's wife for the night?" I thought to myself demolishing all the thoughts of committing incest which is a sin in this world.
My determination to make my dad happy took over my questioning brain. I moved to the cupboard and took out my mom's saree. It was bright red in color with flower patterns. I slipped my soft breasts into her bra which cupped it tightly.
"Oh....I am almost the same as mom even in sizes," I wondered in my mind as I wrapped the saree around me after wearing the blouse and petticoat. I looked at my reflection once again to give a touch up. Then I made my way up to my parent's bedroom.
I knocked slightly over the door. My body trembled in excitement and fear. I felt a shiver in my spines when I felt I will no longer be a virgin the next morning. My untouched breasts would be felt by my very own dad soon. My erect nipples would be in his lips and flicked over by his tongue. My soft thighs would be spread wide apart so that he would be able to get in between and penetrate my virgin hole.
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