Mariana D’Souza (Maria) had sent her husband upstairs to bring their daughter Pamela and her boyfriend Suman as the dinner was ready. Her daughter had been dating a Brahmin boy, Suman, for over two months. They’d met at college and instantly fallen in love.
They were nineteen and twenty, respectively, and their parents trusted them to be mature and responsible. They were in Pamela’s room preparing themselves for their final exams. The door was closed, and all was quiet. So Joseph knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle them.
“Oh, come in,” He heard his daughter gasping.
So he pushed the door open, and he stopped in the dead track. Pinned to the wall, his daughter was naked, and she wrapped around her Bengalee boyfriend’s thin waist with her long, slim legs as he thrust into her madly. Her eyes were screwed tight.
Her lips forced into a thin, pale line, and his cheeks clenched as his large, glistening cock rammed her wet pussy. Joseph looked on, frozen, helpless, too embarrassed to say anything. His cock instantly responded to the live porn show in front of him, tenting his pyjama.
That’s when his daughter came down from her orgasm, head dropping, eyes opening. But unable to focus on the person in the doorway. He backed out slowly, quietly closing the door.
“Hello, dear!” Mariana shouted from downstairs, “Are they ready? Dinner is on the table.”
“Just a sec, darling,” Joseph shouted back. He heard scrambling from inside his daughter’s bedroom as they rushed to dress. A few moments later, he knocked on the door, a little louder than before.
“Won’t be long, Dad.” Pamela sounded out of breath, not hesitating to tell a lie, “We’re just tidying up our notes.”
“Okay.” Without opening the door, he said and went back downstairs.
During dinner, Joseph looked across the table at his daughter. But she did not indicate that she’d seen him too, with no awkward looks or blushes, once she’d seen him accidentally in the bath when she was twelve. Only his top half from his chest upwards.
But she’d blushed for a week whenever their eyes met now, though, it seemed like this was just his little secret with himself.
After dinner, all of them watched TV for a while, Suman stealing furtive glances at his girlfriend. At 9:00 pm, he went back home, kissing her at the door. Her cheeks were flushed as she turned around and saw her father standing in the hallway watching them intently.
“Serious then?” He joked. “Do I need to buy some contraceptive pills?”
“Oh, Daddy, you’re so naughty!” She replied, embarrassed, “We’ve only been seeing each other for two months, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that.”
“Two months? Already? Well, I never.” Joseph said. “We haven’t met his parents yet.”
“I have. They’re nice, but I think Suman thinks that you won’t approve of them.”
“We’re not that bad, are we?”
“Well,” Pamela bit her bottom lip, “They are a special type of religious. Never engage themselves in anything without their family-priest’s advice.”
“Ahh.” Dave nodded, “Religious and special type. I can’t get it.”
“They’re normal, just not what you’d expect.” She laughed.
“Well, that’s settled then.” He clapped his hands together. “My interest is piqued. Invite them here for dinner next Sunday and we’ll see just how religious they are and what their speciality in religion is that freaks us.”
He grinned as his daughter punched him on the chest, then hugged him before going upstairs to her room.
“OK, Dad, we’ll see.” She said as she dashed upstairs.
Mariana was feeling friskier than usual tonight. Her hands wandered over her husband’s body until she found his semi-erect dick. He’d been thinking about his daughter. The way her face contorted while she was cumming on her boyfriend’s cock.
The young boy was thrusting into her pussy in a silent scream whilst he took her to the edge. Joseph didn’t know what his wife was thinking as she slipped beneath the covers and took him in her mouth. Fully erect, he turned onto his back as she climbed on top.
She kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth as she lined herself up and impaled her slick pussy on his raging hard-on.
He’d never known her to be this wet before, or, for that matter, this horny head thrown back and gasping for air. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair as she rode him through her second and third climaxes. She fell, breathless as she felt him swell.
Finally, his cock slipped away from her as semen gushed over her buttocks and between her legs. They lay together, kissing, regaining their strength. He hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Wow! What’s gotten into you so hot, darling?”
“Just a bit horny, love.” His wife replied. “Actually, watching those two all lovey-dovey together reminded me how much I love you.”
They kissed again as she rolled off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She absent-mindedly wiped the cum from her ass. She licked her finger, savouring his saltiness as the bathroom door swung shut.
He sat up in bed, bed springs squeaked softly from his daughter’s room, followed by a breathless gasp. His mind wandered back to this evening’s scene. She looked so much like her mother, especially in the throes of passion.
His feelings were conflicted now, though. Their bond was strong, but until now, he’d never thought of his daughter as a sexual being. He lay back, thinking of how his daughter had grown. Absently touching his hardening member as his wife came back from the bathroom.
“It’s getting late, love.” She said, spotting him stroking his erect cock.
She climbed back into bed and snuggled her bum into him. He reached over and caressed her soft breasts. She opened her legs, trapping his cock between her thighs, relishing the feeling of it rubbing her shaven pussy-lips as she humped back at him slowly.
Cum was dripping down her thigh as it dribbled from his manhood, finally drifting off to sleep, softened and spent.
He dreamed of his daughter that night. He dreamt of the first time she stood in front of him, breasts bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
She took a step back, and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts. His journey of adoration finally rested on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. His daughter lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer.
He walked into her embrace. His hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s, and he tried to push her away. He woke, sweating, the duvet bunched in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.
In the next room, Pamela, too, was dreaming of her boyfriend’s father, Sushovan, his hot breath against her neck as she responded to his thrusts. Her legs tighten around his waist. He pushed himself into her while her father watched them having sex from the doorway with his cock in his hands.
As her boyfriend’s father convulsed within her, she reached out to her father, her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met. Sushovan uncle ceased to matter, melting away. Replaced by her own father as her thighs gripped his waist.
She threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream. Waking with the duvet clamped between her thighs, she grinned to herself. She sometimes thought of her father as she played with herself.
“Hell,” She thought, “Mum and I are pretty similar, why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?”
She got out of bed and opened her bedroom door. Her father walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching. She noticed his pyjama bulged at the fly, and she subconsciously licked her lips.
“Morning, Dad,” She said sunnily.
“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled as he dropped his hands to save his dignity. But she couldn’t un-see what had been seen.
She had seen it before, though, when she was fifteen. She’d opened the door to the bathroom while her father was sitting on the commode. His cock in his hands and his eyes screwed tight as he pumped himself towards climax.
She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy as her hand snaked under the hem of her nightie, and she felt her wetness. She closed the door and retreated to her bedroom, her finger not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself.
That tingle was back as her father scurried to the bathroom, looking back at his daughter sheepishly as the door closed.
Next morning at breakfast, he looked over the table at his daughter. But she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The truth was, she was confused. She loved her boyfriend with all her heart. But recently, she’d felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw her father.
She felt different elsewhere when she looked at her father. Last night’s hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her boyfriend’s father. There had been plenty more, which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch.
This was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her, even if her mind knew it was wrong. She decided to think it over properly, see how she felt in a week or two. If anything happened after that, it was fate.
On the other hand, Joseph tried hard to suppress his feelings for his daughter, telling himself that he was her guardian, her protector, and most of all, her own father. The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong.
His attraction to her was only because she had become a woman, and so like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.
For the next week, both Joseph and his daughter attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Pamela hoped that her father would walk in through the door again. Her boyfriend pounded her orgasms, ripping through as she felt her father’s eyes upon her in the doorway.
Joseph, watching TV with his wife, found it hard to concentrate as he fought to stay in his seat, desperately wanting to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole. He didn’t notice his wife absent-mindedly stroking her labia as she listened intently for his daughter’s muffled screams.
That night, and every night after Suman visited Pamela, Mariana would go to bed horny and in need of hard cock. Like her husband, she too had once seen her daughter fucking Suman. She was fascinated with his wondrous dick doing to her daughter.
Suman had reached places that the other boys could only dream of and had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before. Pamela had seen the outline of her boyfriend’s dick through his pants as it hung down his leg. She could only imagine what it looked like in the flesh.
“Suman’s father must be pretty well endowed himself.” She thought, “Bengalee men usually are; she would have to test him too.”
Saturday came, Suman’s father knocked on the door, and Mariana answered.
“Good evening,” He said, holding out his hand. Mariana was surprised. “We’re Suman’s parents.”
“Come in.” She stammered. “Pleased to meet you.”
Mariana stepped back, taking her hand and kissing her cheeks as they filed past. Suman looked embarrassed.
During dinner, the conversation flowed like they’d been friends for years. After that, they waved from the front door as Suman and his parents drove away. Joseph thought he detected the scent of his daughter’s recent activity. But it could have been his wife’s arousal.
She pressed herself against his back, waving her hand over his shoulder; the air was thick with pheromones. When Pamela turned, her father’s hand dropped from her shoulder and brushed past her stiff nipple. She felt a tingle in her pussy.
A spark leapt from his fingertip, electrifying her senses and causing her to shudder. They looked at each other. Joseph saw hunger in his daughter’s eyes. It seemed like a lifetime, but the spell was broken by his wife, playfully slapping her husband’s bum.
“I’m well and truly bushed,” Mariana said, turning towards the stairs. “I’m off to bed.”
“I’ll lock up down here, and I’ll be with you in a sec,” Joseph said, reaching past his erection for the keys in his pocket.
“I’ll check the windows are closed,” Pamela said, glancing at her father’s keys and the prominent bulge in his trousers below them.
Joseph saw his daughter’s look, and he looked down at her breasts covered only by a T-shirt. Nipples testing the cotton, and his resolve daring him to reach out and touch them. His semi-hard cock twitched as she walked away, her shapely behind swaying hypnotically.
She caught up to him on the stairs and kissed him good night, his hand resting on her hip momentarily, both of them fighting the urge to kiss again, not only fearing that the other would reject them, but afraid they would lose control.
“Dear!” Mariana called from the bedroom. They parted guiltily. He patted her ass as she hurried to her bedroom. “Are you coming to bed? I’m lonely.”
“Night princess.” He whispered.
“Good night, Dad.” She blew him a kiss, and he caught it. And then disappeared into his own room, smiling.
“Anything I should know about?” Mariana asked curiously.
“I thought you knew everything.” He said, sliding into bed next to his naked wife. She slid underneath the covers, finding him already hard. She licked his length.
“We have to be careful this week.” She said, impaling herself on his hard cock.
It might have been her imagination; she could have sworn he was bigger, but she was thinking about Suman’s cock as she cum.