Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 23)

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-63-




With my mom around, Dad couldn't really get handsy with me—except for the occasional squeeze of my buttocks or a pinch on my waist when mom wasn't looking. I was burning with a craving to have him do things to me. I was struggling to contain myself, feeling restless and agitated. We were both waiting for the right moment, but aside from fleeting chances for quick, playful touches, no real opportunity had come up.

Inside one of the rooms, Dad was looking through the open cupboards. I walked up to him and said, "Mom  has gone downstairs." Dad looked at me.

"Don't do anything to me. She'll be back up in ten minutes," I said, stretching my body languidly.

"If you say 'don't do anything,' doesn't that actually mean 'do something'?" Dad said, grabbing hold of me. 



Twirling coyly, I said, "Oh, Dad... what are you doing? You shouldn't hold your daughter like this. It wouldn't look good if mom saw." Dad suddenly pressed his palm against the curve of my waist and asked,

"How about holding it like this, then?"

I sighed, "Hmm..." and said, "You really shouldn't hold it there."

"Then where should I hold it?" he asked, placing both hands on my waist this time and gently pressing the curves.



I moaned softly, "Ooh... Dad! mom might come back..." As soon as I said that, Dad suddenly pulled me into the narrow space beside the cupboard.

"Oh, Dad! What is this!?" I said, feigning nervousness.

Dad pinned me against the wall and said, "I wanted to make sure your mom didn't see..."

"Hmm... so? You shouldn't pull your daughter aside like this."

"I need to do something with you..."

"Oh... what is it?"

"I thought we could have some fun playing a game before your mom gets back..."

"What game?"

"The game we played on the bed last night..." (some times while giving good night kiss to me, papa gently fondle my big boobs as I mostly wear bra and panty only before sleeping with anna sleeping in another room)

 

"Ugh... that's wrong, Dad! You shouldn't play like that with your daughter."

"Alright, I won't just play superficially like that..."

"Oh... why are you squeezing like that!?"

"You let me squeeze everything yesterday, didn't you? Why are you saying this now?"

"I don't know... back then, I didn't feel like saying no while you were squeezing."

"Alright, don't say no now, either."

"Mm... oh... does it feel good to you when you press it like that?"

"Will you press it too?"

"Press what?"

"You saw it that day, didn't you? That thing..."

"Mm... I'm not pressing anything..." As I said that, Dad pulled my hand and placed it against the front of his lungi. I could feel it pressing hard against my palm.

"Press it..." Dad said.

"Dad, no, Dad... it's wrong..." I said, pressing it gently. Perhaps because it was the first time I’d held it, a shiver ran through my whole body the moment I pressed it.

Dad leaned forward and asked, "Does it feel good?"

I sighed, "Hmm..." and said,

"You're a bad daddy."

"Why?"

"Do you get like this even when you look at your daughter?"

"How did it get like this?"

"Just like this, hard..." he said, squeezing firmly.

"But is it right to have your daughter massage you like this?" I asked.

"How about you take off my lungi and massage it?"

"Ugh! Have you no shame? Why would I take off your lungi?"

"Seeing you, your dad's cock got really hard... I was hoping you'd lay me down and..."

"Oh god... ugh... the way he talks..."

"Mm... take it out and massage it..."

"Mm-mm..."

"Alright then, just massage it over the top..." he said, placing his hands on my breasts. 



"What a size, girl! No matter how much I squeeze, I can't get enough," he said, giving them a rough squeeze.

I moaned, "Mm... let go, Dad... mom will be back in five minutes."

Dad said, "Oh! We still have five minutes!?" and hugged me passionately, biting my lip.

"Hiss... why are you biting like that?"

"Okay, I won't bite... I'll suck on it..."

"Hiss... oh god... you're killing me, Dad..."

"Mm... *smack*..."

"Mm... *hiss*..."

"You're so incredibly hot..."

"*Hiss*... oh god... Dad..."

"Shall we continue what we stopped last night?"

"What was that!?"

"You know, the treasure hidden beneath your panties..."

"Hiss... Dad... no..."

"It's *my* treasure, after all..."

"Mm... don't put your hand there, Dad... Hiss... oh god... you did it! … Oh my Dad... hmm... okay, hold it right there... *hiss*... oh, don't push your hand inside like that, Dad... *hiss*... mmm... oh... did you push it in?! Mmm..."



"Oh my... have the juices already started flowing like this!?"

"Mmm... wouldn't they flow if you keep teasing it like that!?"

"Alright, shall we go to the bathroom and see how much has leaked?"

"No, let's not..."

"Why?"

"Once we go there, you won't be able to keep your hands off me."

"What will I do?"

"You'll end up doing all sorts of things to it."

"To what!?"

"To your daughter's treasure..."

"Then *you* rub your dad's tool instead."

"Ew, I shouldn't rub Dad's..."

"You're rubbing it from the outside anyway, right? What would happen if you took it out and rubbed it!?"

"I don't know... *hiss*... why do you always squeeze the ones at the back? Do you like them that much?"

"Mmm... do you know how wonderful they are?"

"How should I know? You're always staring at them so hungrily; *you* should know."

"You keep turning them around *because* you want me to look at them..."

"I don't turn them around. Oh... *hiss*... Dad..."

"Oh... just holding them makes it feel like everything is flowing out..."

"Hmm... oh... what happens when you press right there?"

"Sorry dear, I forgot about the ones in front... shall I do something?"

"What is it!?"

"I'll squeeze the ones at the back and bite the ones in front."

“Oh... you could press even harder, you know...”

“Mmm... Oh, Dad... Ah... Umm... Hiss... Mmm... Oh... don't bite so hard, Dad... Mmm... Ah...”

“Oh... just press it like that... why don't you undo the zip a bit and slip your hand inside...”

“Oh no, mom might walk in... Mmm... Oh... the zip won't budge. Mmm... Ugh... is this the sort of thing you make your daughter do?”

“It’s best when it’s a daughter. Pull the underwear down.”

“Oh, I’m not pulling it... Hiss... don't bite... okay, I'll pull it...”

“Hiss... Oh... it feels so good when your hand touches it...”

“Hiss... why is it so hot, Dad?”

“Then put it in there and cool it down...”

“Hiss... don't fiddle with it there, Dad... alright, wait... let me spread my legs a bit... Mmm...”

“Mmm... it’s so soft...”

“Hiss... are you going to tear my panties!?”

“That’s why she asked me to come into the bathroom. Because there, I could take off your panties and really work on your pussy...”

“Ugh... Dad, you shouldn't talk to your daughter like that... it’s shameless...”

“You’re grabbing and squeezing Dad’s cock—don’t *you* have any shame?”



“I’m squeezing it because it’s *my* dad’s cock... Oh god... ugh... I’m starting to use dirty language too.”

“That’s nothing; you’ll say even more when I’m actually fucking you.”

“Oh, you’re so eager... just wanting to fuck your daughter...”

“Did you think I’d let you go without fucking you?”

“You shouldn't fuck your daughter, Dad...”

“But wouldn't it be great to get fucked by your dad? So, when are you going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

“You don't have to *let* me. I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy swells up...”

“Hiss... Dad... mmm... ah... don't tease it like that... oh... ah...”

“Oh... keep moving like that... it feels so good... mmm... mmm...”

“Hiss... why is it so hard, Dad!?”

“Umm... ah... to push it inside, it needs to be hard just like this. Mmm... keep thrusting like that... hss...”

“Ah... Daddy... mmm... ah... just like that... mmm... it’s burning down there, Daddy...”

“Aah... mmm... oh my... hearing you say that makes me want to mount you right here... mmm...”

“Mmm... no, Daddy... mmm... oh... you really want to put that huge thing in...”

“It’s fine; your treasure will swallow up my ‘tool...”

“Ugh! You have absolutely no shame. Oh my... look at how he’s fingering his daughter’s pussy...”

“Mmm... hss... oh, this panty is in the way... don’t wear bras or panties when I’m around from now on...”

“Mmm... if I don’t wear them, you’ll get too... oh... Daddy... ah... don’t finger so hard... mmm...”

“I’m getting so worked up just looking at you... tell me...”

“Uss... what should I say!?”

“When I’m at home...”

“Mmm... okay... I won’t wear them at home...”

“Mmm... hss... then I’m definitely going to fuck you this time...”

“Mmm... Sis might come... ah... she’s coming... let go now, Daddy...”

“Oh... you say ‘let go,’ yet you’re squeezing mine so hard?”

“Mmm... Ah... Daddy... Mmm... Oh my... Ugh... I really shouldn't be wearing these panties... Ah...”

“Hiss... Mmm... You could bend down a little...”

“Oh my... He’s telling his own daughter to bend over without a second thought... Ugh... Mmm...”

“Why are you swaying like that, my darling daughter?”

“Mmm... Suck hard, Daddy... Mmm... Push it in deeper...”

“Just fingers don't seem to be enough for you...”

“Mmm... Are you going to push *that* in then!?”

“Push what?”

“Your... uh... co... ah... mmm... cock... Hiss...”

“Ah... ah... Hiss... Shall I push it in?”

“Mmm... No...”

“Why?”

“You shouldn't push it in like that with your daughter... Umm... Just tease/probe a little inside, Daddy... Hiss...”

“You’ll let me tease, but won't you let me fuck you?”

“You only teased because I asked? Oh... mmm...”

“So, you mean I should just fuck you without asking...”

“Ah... Umm... Ugh... Mmm...” Just as we were both getting heated up, the doorbell rang. We hurriedly composed ourselves. After Dad adjusted his lungi, I gave it a quick squeeze and said, “Ugh! You have no shame, letting your daughter fondle you like that,” before rushing off to open the door.

   

Tulasi paused her narration to check the reaction from Smitha and uncle

Both of them were stunned at the teasing encounter between dad and daughter as narrated so erotically by Tulasi as if it happened between her and uncle.

Smitha was in fact jelous that papa did that teasing with Tulasi assuming Tulasi as his daughter. Smitha , though not involved in the role play, started feeing shy in front of papa.

Santhosh also felt very good hearing that narration of Tulasi who acted as if she was Smitha



In fact he held Tulasi’s arm and kissed her erotically and said “dear, continue this narration, I really felt very good… things that I could have done with my daughter but didn’t do for whatever reason, you are doing them in the role play. What you say Smitha ?”, asked Santhosh

Smitha also was leaning on papa from other side and kissing his cheeks said in a husky voice “yeah papa.. the role play was so erotic, I really felt so good and in fact thinking that it really happened between us is making my dash dash wet.. ufffff… thanks Tulasi… go on and tell more”

Tulasi felt happy that the role play went on well, so she wanted to continue the same role play act.. she thought for a while and started the narration


 

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Tulasi is a tees stretching herself in front of her hunk daddy and informed him that mommy gone down how can the father resist himself afterwards seeing her stretching hands smooth armpits pointing baby girl doodh rosy lips cute button nose big mischief eyes little messy shampooed hair thin midriff bumby ass
How can daddy control ufffff Ufffff marvellous

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the tease between dad and daughter is too erotic.. uffffff... what a great writing

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After the *darshan*, we reached the bus stand to head back to our town. While we waited for the bus, Dad kept raking his eyes over my body—well, naturally, anyone would stare like that when I’m wearing a *langa-voni* (half-sari). Along with his gaze, he tried to make a move with his hands a couple of times, but couldn't because Mom was right there. Deliberately, whenever Dad was looking, I would pull my *voni* aside to reveal my navel or adjust my bodice to show off my curves. You should have seen the look in his eyes then; if no one else had been around, he looked ready to crush me in a fit of lust. Just that look was enough to make me feel half-aroused.



After a while, the bus arrived. We found seats, but the only ones available were a single seat next to another woman and a separate two-seater. Since Mom sat next to that woman, Dad and I ended up sitting together. As soon as Dad sat beside me, I said, "Sit properly and don't try any funny business."

"Funny business?" Dad asked, feigning innocence.

"Like what you did at the hotel yesterday," I said firmly.

Even though I said that, I knew Dad wouldn't be able to resist touching me. It wasn't that being touched was a problem, but it would get me all heated up and leave me restless—that was my dilemma. However, contrary to my expectations, Dad didn't make a move on me. He just sat quietly, watching the movie playing on the bus TV. “Hmm... Dad must be done with his business now...” I thought, as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke up feeling something crawling on my thighs. It was Dad’s hand. Wondering if he had placed it there in his sleep or intentionally, I looked at his face. As soon as I looked, he smiled faintly at me. Seeing that, I quickly turned my face away. Dad slowly shifted closer to me. Mom was asleep on the seat across from us. I was anxious that if she woke up while Dad was doing something, we’d get caught. While I was feeling this anxiety, Dad gently pressed his fingers against my thigh. 


I quickly pulled my legs up and said, “No, Dad... Mom is right there, please...” At my words, Dad sat up. Curious as to why, I watched as he took a thin blanket out of the suitcase. Realizing his plan, I thought to myself, “Oh my Dad!” Dad sat next to me, dbangd the blanket over both of us, and said, “It wouldn’t matter if your mom woke up now, would it?”

“Oh... no, Dad, plea...se...”

“No to what?”

“You know—whatever it is you’re planning to do—I don’t want that.”

“What *am* I going to do?”

“You aren’t going to do anything; just go to sleep...”

“Is that why I covered us with the blanket—just to sleep?”

“Tsk... then what is it for?”

In response, Dad placed his hand on my thighs. My legs began to tremble slightly. Still, trying to maintain control, I said, “Don’t, Dad...”

“I won’t do anything much...” he said, gently stroking with his fingers.

I let out a soft sigh and said, “That’s it—don’t do anything beyond that.”

“Can’t I even do this?” he asked, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Oh... ah... Dad...” I gasped.

“Alright, I’ll only do as much as you like—okay?” he said, continuing to gently squeeze my thigh.

As a tingling sensation spread through my body, I involuntarily murmured, “Mm...” Dad moved closer and whispered in my ear, “Thanks for wearing the *langa-voni*.”

“I didn’t wear it *for* you,” I said with a smile.

“Does the reason matter? It’s comfortable, anyway.” Saying this, and in a move I hadn't expected, he used the cover of the *dupatta* to lift my skirt up to my knees.

“Hey...” I started to shout in alarm but checked myself, fearing Mom might wake up. By then, Dad’s hand had already made warm contact with my bare thigh. Tracing patterns with his fingers, he remarked, “Wow... your thighs are so soft...” and began to massage them gently. As Dad massaged me, I felt as though I was floating on air. Then, moving even closer, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight against him.

Then, sliding his hand down from my neck to rest over my breasts, he asked, "Have you ever had these squeezed?"

Hearing Dad ask that made me feel incredibly aroused. Amidst that heat, I murmured, "Mm-hmm..."

"So, do you want them squeezed?" he asked, tracing patterns with his fingers. I didn't say a word; I just shifted a little closer to him.

"So, that's a yes? Shall I squeeze them?"

"Oh... Dad..."

"Tell me—should I squeeze them or not?"

"No..."

"No what?"

"You know... *hiss*... don't squeeze..."

"Don't squeeze what!?"

"Hmm... Dad... please..."

"Alright, I'll squeeze them. Undo your blouse hooks."

As soon as Dad said that, my whole body began to tremble.

Dad pressed his fingers lightly against my breasts and said, "Undo them; it'll feel good..."

Even though I wanted to, I felt hesitant.

Noticing this, he asked, "Shall I help you?" My throat went dry, and I just stared at Dad with trembling lips.

Sensing my hesitation, Dad placed his other hand on my blouse. The moment his hand touched me, I felt a surge of desire that made it hard to breathe; my breathing became heavy.

Dad measured both my breasts with his fingers and said, "You've really grown them well—they're perfect for squeezing!" He said. 



As soon as Dad said that, my breasts grew heavy and my nipples hardened. I wished Dad would hurry up and unfasten my blouse. But Dad, acting as if there was no rush, slowly undid the top hook. Feeling a bit of relief, I let out a soft moan.

Dad traced his index finger along the cleavage between my breasts and said, "Oh my... it feels just like touching a lump of butter..." Whether it was his touch or his words, a light sheen of sweat broke out between my breasts. Fondling that area, he said, "Oh... do you know how wonderful it would feel to wipe this sweat away with my tongue?"

“What should I unfasten?”

“Sss... unfasten my blouse...”

“Whose blouse?”

“Your daughter’s.”

“And what should I do after unfastening it?”

“Hmm... uff...”

“Tell me, what should I do?”

“Ah... squeeze...”

“Squeeze what?”

“My... ah... my... balls... Daddy... sss... mmm...”

“They aren't called balls; they have another name... tell me...”

“Hmm... my... sa... saah... breasts...”

“Mm... breasts...”

“Sss... squeeze my breasts, Daddy...”



My whole body was trembling. As soon as I said that, Daddy undid the fourth hook. Panting, I said, “Please, Daddy... undo that one too.”

“What will happen?” he asked, tracing his finger over the fifth hook.

“Your daughter’s breasts are feeling heavy, Daddy...” I said longingly.

Daddy murmured “Mm...” and as he undid the final hook, I felt a sudden sense of release and let out a sigh—*uff*.

Daddy slowly pulled my blouse aside and began gently caressing my breasts through the thin bra. As he caressed them, my heart fluttered wildly. Unable to hold back any longer, I said, “Oh... squeeze them harder, Daddy...”

“The bra is in the way—how can I?” Daddy asked.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reached behind, unhooked my bra, and freed my heavy breasts, letting out a soft "Mmm..." that invited him to squeeze them.

Dad pulled me close, placed his hand on one breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Aah..." I moaned.

As he continued to knead gently, he asked, "Do you like the way your dad squeezes them?" "Mmm..." I murmured, arching my body forward.

"Will you let your dad squeeze them like this every day?" he asked, lightly tweaking my nipple.

"Mm-hmm..." I moaned longingly.

"Oh, you moan so sweetly. Do you know what that makes me want to do to you?"

"Mm... wh-what... w-will... you... do... daddd..."

"Right here..."

"Mm-hmm... daddd..."



"I want to fuck you hard..."

"Mmm... hss..."

"Shall I tell you how I'll fuck you?"

"Mmm..."

"Shall I??"

"Mmm... aah... t-tell me..."

"I won't tell you; I'll show you when the time comes..."

"Oh... hss... Nanna..."

"Mm... mm..."

"Aah... mm..."

"Shall I suck your breasts?"

"Mm..."

"Tell me, should I suck them or not?"

"Hss... oh... suck them, Nanna..." I said, pulling him onto me.

Dad slipped under the covers and planted a kiss between my breasts. Moaning softly, I pressed his head firmly against my bosom and said, "Oh... Dad, what are you doing? Not even caring that I'm your daughter..."

"What *am* I doing?"

"Mm... so... good..."

"Mm... tell me..."

"Sss... you're... driving me wild..."

"Do you know how wonderful it feels to drive one's daughter wild like this?" he asked, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. 



My whole body was breaking into a sweat from the heat of passion. Dad leisurely captured my nipple between his lips and began licking it. His actions made my nerves go haywire; I felt like I was floating on air as I stroked his head and let out soft moans. That touch made me so wet down below that my 'flower' was throbbing with desire.

Perhaps noticing this, Dad stopped sucking my breasts, emerged from the covers, looked into my face, and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Oh, look at you—doing all sorts of things to your daughter and then asking that," I said coyly.

"That’s all well and good, daughter, but tell me—has the heaviness in your breasts been relieved?" he asked, massaging them again.

Unable to catch my breath enough to answer, I just let out a soft, breathless sound.

“So, how does it feel down there?”

“Ah... uff...”

“Tell me...”

“Mm... ah... Da... daddddd...”

“Mm... tell me...”

“Oh God... you’re driving me crazy, Dad...”

“Oh my... my daughter is getting so worked up just from a little touching...”

“Mm... this is the first time a man’s hands have been on you, isn't it?”

“So, my daughter’s virgin treasure is all mine, then. Let me take a look...” Saying this, he slid his hand between my thighs.

As soon as Dad placed his hand there, I spread my legs wide. Dad felt around over my panties and said, “Mm... my daughter’s field is soaking wet.”

As he fondled me, I became even wetter. Meanwhile, he slipped his finger under the edge of my panties and began to gently stroke my pussy lips.

Writhing in sensation, I said, “Sss... Dad... it feels so strange, Dad...”

“It’s itching like crazy, isn't it?”

“Mm...”

“Tell me what needs to be done to satisfy that itch...”

“Mm... sss... I don’t know...”

“Shall I tell you?”

“Sss... mm...”

“Instead of using a finger on that itchy spot...”

“Mm... mm...”

“...you need to rub it with your dad’s cock...”

“Hmm... ah... h...”

“Do you want to see Dad’s cock?”

“Mm... mm... sss...”

“So, shall I take it out?” “Is... mmm... umm...”



“Just a minute...” Dad said, moving to take his hand off my flower, but I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Mmm... has it gotten that hot down there?” Dad asked with a smile.

“Well, wouldn't it heat up if you keep teasing it like that?” I asked coyly.

“Then take off your panties. I’ll cool you down,” Dad said.

I glanced around; everyone was fast asleep. Just to be safe, I adjusted the blanket, slowly took off my panties, and was about to set them aside when Dad said, “Here, give them to me...”

“Eww... what for?” I asked shyly.

“They’ve been hiding my daughter’s treasure all this time—won't you let me see?” Dad said.

“Ugh... you have absolutely no shame,” I said, blushing even more.

“After doing all this, why be shy now? Just give them here...” Dad said.

Still blushing, I handed them to him. He took them, inhaled deeply, and said, “Wow... so my daughter’s juices smell this sweet.”

As soon as he said that, I pinched his thigh hard and laughed, “Ouch... you really have no shame.”

“That’s nothing yet. Let me get your juices flowing first—then I’ll tell you...” Dad said.

At his words, I felt a sudden, intense throb in my flower. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled Dad’s hand between my thighs and moaned, “Mmm...” Dad gently caressed my "flower," murmuring, "My, it’s gotten so hot..." as he pressed his thumb lightly where the petals met.

I jumped slightly and hissed, "Sss..." Just as he was tracing between the petals with his finger and about to press the  clitoris, the bus lights suddenly flickered on; startled, we both quickly adjusted ourselves and sat up straight. The bus had stopped in a village, and some passengers were getting off.

Still under the cover of the blanket, I quickly fastened my blouse hooks. Seeing the seat next to her had become vacant, Mom asked me to come over. "It's okay, Mom; I'll stay right here," I said. 



"Come here, dear. Dad wants to get some sleep there," Mom replied. Afraid she might scold me if I kept stalling, I moved over to sit next to Mom and glanced at Dad. Seeing him looking crestfallen, I teased him with a playful grimace and pulled the blanket over my head.

Tulasi stopped the narration

By the time she completed her narration, Smitha was literally squeezing her papa’s lund over his lungi as the narration was so hot and both dad and daughter couldn’t control their desires and they were hugging and kissing in front of Tulasi leaving her high and dry. The story was so erotic that its hard for any one to control their emotions and Santhosh and Smitha became one.. hugging tight and squeezing each other

After completing her narration Tulasi also joined them and she was more bolder than Smitha in not just narration but in reality also. She removed her top and sat on the other side of uncle whom she adored till then as her loving dad !!!

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Ufffff Ufffff marvellous baro temperature rises in the bus baby girl gets sweaty and daddy wants to lick her hmmmm

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got some requests to continue this teasing role play of dad and daughter between Santhosh and Tulasi, so will work on that line

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-65-
 

Santhosh has come to Vizag on vacation along with his hard working studious daughter to give her a treat for securing first rank in the sch ool district. He wanted her to get some break and fresh breath of air and relief before embarking upon on next class which will start soon. 



These days students hardly get any break between the years, ofcourse for easy going reckless students like his son, the entire year is a leisure. Its not the same case with his daughter who deserves more than just a break

When he brought Smith to Vizag, he wanted her to experience the soothing waves of the sea, trek the high mountains, feel the vibrance of tribal culture. As that journey was on track came her friend Tulasi in a sorrow state. 

Whenever he sees Tulasi his body reacts in a strange way as she is slightly younger to his daughter and the girls of that age bring lot of innocence, cuteness, naughtiness to the table.  The fact that she helped his daughter come over her menstrual issue made him treat Tulasi also as his daughter and make her also do well in studies, he wants the girls do only two things, one to study well and second be happy with parents. with this approach the girls will do well in their career and be independent and being happy with parents would take care of the age induced desires without getting into the trap of aimless boys. giving a kiss to papa is much better and safer than going to a movie with a boy






Now after hearing her sob story of her drunkard father beating her mother and even trying to hold  Tulasi in appropriate manner made Santhosh to get soft corner on her and his plan to solve Tulasi’s family issue made Tulasi to come over her grief and she accepted her friend request to stay back for the night. 

Now this role play of Tulasi and Santhosh has taken  all the three to the pinnacle of happiness so much so all the three are actually feeling for it. Smitha is feeling and seeing how her dad is teasing his daughter. Tulasi is acting like his real daughter and seducing him to feel for her in front of his real daughter. And Santhosh is actually feeling Tulasi and imaging Smitha. The brilliant act of role play and the manner in which the innocent daughter is teasing her dad without getting into the notice of her mom is well writer screen play by the young girl Tulasi

 

The little girl has missed so much of parental love, especially her dad that she is now searching for that father’s love in uncle Santhosh who with an intention of making his real daughter realize how much he loves her daughter is fully involved in the act with Tulasi.  Santhosh knows fully well that these girls at this age would really be ready to feel their papa's meat in their tender mouth sucking it like a chocolate and even drinking the milk of the long thick papa's dick that they secretly saw few times and silently admired



If the plan given by Santhosh uncle goes well and papa gives up his drinking habit and invites mom and me into his embrace, then as a token of gratitude, i will ask uncle to join me and papa in making my both holes get drilled at the same time, thought the little pussy Tulasi





Let’s read more of that role play act

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Once we got home, we all got busy with our own chores. With Mom around, Dad couldn't really mess with me—except for the occasional surreptitious squeeze of my buttocks or a pinch on my waist when she wasn't looking. The urge to have Dad do things to me was growing intensely; I was struggling to contain it, often finding myself in a state of agitation in the bathroom. We were both waiting for an opportunity. While we didn't get any major chances, there were a few fleeting moments of intimacy. Let me tell you about one such instance.

I stopped wearing a bra and panties while at home. When Mom noticed and asked about it, I thought to myself, "He’s the one who told me not to wear them," but said coaxingly, "Oh Mom, it’s just at home, after all..."

"Even at home, you shouldn't..."

"I feel free this way."

"It wouldn't look right if someone saw you."

"Who would see? It’s just you and Dad here..."

"Oh, you're so stubborn. You've come of age, yet you won't listen... What would your dad think?"

"Dad is like a god, Mom... he wouldn't think anything of it..."

"Hmm... well, go ahead and walk around letting them bounce all over. If you have no shame, fine... you're not a little kid anymore..."

"Are they really that big, Mom?"

 

"Ugh... get out of here. At least wear a long petticoat. Look at your thighs—they're so exposed... someone might see."

"It's just Dad... let him look..."

"You have no shame, and I have no sense. Besides, if your dad sees, he'll scold you."

"What about it, Dad? Would you scold me?"

"Oh, let it be; she's just a child... let her wear whatever she wants..."

"Yeah... a child... even if she walked around stark naked, she'd still look like a child to you," she snapped.

Hearing that, Dad chuckled softly to himself.

However, we didn't get another chance after that. I don't know about Dad, but deep down, I was burning with desire. I knew that restless, tingling sensation wouldn't go away until Dad did something about it. Whenever I handed him something, my breasts would feel heavy as he stared hungrily down the neckline of my top. He would measure that heaviness with his eyes alone. Hmm... what pleasure is there in just a gaze? It’s his hands that needed to be on my breasts.

One morning, Mom mixed some coffee and said, "Go give this to your dad..."

"Why don't you give it to him?"

"I have work to do..."

"You could give it after you finish..."

"Oh... it’ll take an hour for me to finish. Your dad can't wait that long. Just go and give it to him," Mom snapped. 



Thinking about being alone with Dad for an hour made my body feel heavy with desire; I picked up the coffee and went to his room. Dad was searching for something on the shelf. I pulled the door shut, walked over to him with a sway in my hips, leaned against him, and cleared my throat.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, as if asking, "What is it?"

"Coffee..." I said, placing the cup on the table.

Looking at it, he asked, "Is it hot?"

I let out a soft, breathy sigh—"It's... ho-o-ot"—letting my body brush against him even more.

As soon as I touched him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, asking, "Just the coffee? Is anything else hot, too?"

"Oh... let go, Dad... Mom is right there in the kitchen..." I said, my voice trailing off suggestively.

“Oh! Is it in the kitchen?” he asked, fondling my buttocks.

“You haven’t put it on?”

“Uh-uh... I haven’t.”

“So, that means you’re ready to get it put on...”

“Hiss... Oh God... why are you squeezing like that?”




“Should I squeeze even harder like i did in my dream?”

“Mmm... I’ll tell Mom...”

“What will you tell her?”

“That Dad is squeezing me...”

“Really! What will you say he squeezed? These... or these?”

“Hiss... Ahh...”

“Wow... you haven’t put this on either?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Why??”

“Ahh... uff... because you’re going to put it in anyway... ahh... do you have to squeeze so hard?”

“It would be a crime not to squeeze, seeing those curves of yours...”

“The front ones or the back ones??”

“Front and back... both...”

“Mmm... just the curves? Will you measure the depth too?”

“Mmm... shall I measure?”

“Oh my... if Mom finds out, she’ll yell...”

“She won’t find out if *you* don’t yell...”

“Oh God... you have no shame at all. You shouldn't maul your daughter like this, Dad... let go...”

“It feels good to knead a bit before fucking...”

“You shouldn't fuck your daughter, Dad...”




“You call me Dad, yet here you are, pressing yourself all over me...”

“Mmm... well, you’re my dad, and I didn't want you to feel bad... hiss... and you aren't wearing anything underneath either...”

“Did you only just realize that?” “It just brushed against me... Oh my... it’s so hard... *hiss*...”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know... oh my... it’s huge...”

“Tell me...”

“Uff... Dad’s cock... oh... oh my...”

“*Hiss*...”

“Why did it get so hard, Dad?”

“Because you’re holding it, that’s why...”

“Does it get like that just because your daughter is holding it!?”

“I don’t even need to hold it. Just looking at you makes it rise up like that... *hiss*... squeeze it gently...”

“Oh... bad Daddy...”

“Why?”

“You say it rises up just looking at your daughter... *hiss*... look how it’s throbbing... are you really horny, Dad?”

“Oh my... don’t you feel it too?”

“Feel what?”

“That itch/urge...”

“*Hiss*... oh... I don’t feel anything. You’re the one getting me worked up... squeezing me like this... *hiss*... oh... Dad... don’t lift my frock... uff.”

“*Hiss*... what happened? Why are you crying out like that?”

“Oh... if you poke around with your fingers like that, of course I’ll cry out...”

“Oh! So what should I use instead? Uff... should I put *this* in? You’ve been squeezing it so hard...”

“Uff... oh my... does it always stand up like this?”

“Mm-hmm...”

“Does it rise only when you see your daughter? Or does it rise for anyone?”

“It rises up like that just for you. Tell me, do you want me to put it in?” “Uff... oh God... ah... oh my...”

“Tell me... should I put it in or not?”

“Hiss... put it in...”
“Where? In your mouth, or in your pussy?”

“Hiss... oh my...”

“Tell me...”

“It’s up to you, Daddy...”

“Then I’ll put it right into your pussy...”

“Oh my... uff...”

“You shouldn't say ‘oh my’ just yet; you should say that when it actually goes in...”

“When *what* goes in?”

“That thing you’re holding and squeezing right now... *that*...”
“Hiss... ah... uff... don't dig too deep inside, Daddy... uff...”

“So, shall I put it in?”

“Mmm... uff... are you going to put it in while standing like this? Hiss... you aren't even considering that I'm your daughter...”

“It’s precisely because you’re my daughter that I’m so aroused. Don't *you* want to take Daddy’s thing inside you?”

“Mmm... hiss...”

“Shall I put it in?”

“Hiss... Daddy... no...”

“Why not?”

“It feels like this just from your fingers. If *that* thing goes in... oh my...”

“Just let me put it in once; you’ll find out...” Saying this, he lay flat on his back on the bed, keeping his feet on the floor.

“Uff... nah... na... mm... don't,” I said, standing with my legs straddling his.
“You say ‘don’t,’ yet here you are, coming right onto me...”

“Oh, come on... you really got me all worked up...”

“Come here... come onto me like this...” he said, slowly caressing my thighs.
“Uff... don't stroke like that...” I said, moving a little closer to him.

“What happens if I stroke them?”

“If you stroke like that, it starts itching right between them.”
“Between them, you mean...?”

“Oh God... inside my pussy... ugh... I’m starting to use dirty words too...”

“It’s only fun when you use dirty words at a time like this...”

“Mm... mm...”

“Is it just ‘mm... mm...’, or are you actually going to take it inside?” “Oh... it might hurt, Dad...”

“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to lower yourself onto it...”

“Hiss...”

“Slowly spread your thighs...”

“Hmm... ahh...”

“Mmm... that’s it... gently press my cock against your pussy...”

“Sss... oh... it’s like an iron rod, Dad—your cock... ahh...”

“Ahh... it has to be like that to slide right in. Lower yourself onto it, my darling daughter...”

“Ahh... Dad... it’s not going in...”

“It won’t just slide in the first time. Push down a bit harder... ouch... hiss...”

“Mmm... hass... only a little bit went in, Dad...”

“Lift yourself up a little, then push down hard in one go... oh...”

“Mmm... Dad... it burns, oh god... it’s not going in... damn it...” Just as I lifted myself up again and was about to try lowering myself with determination, I heard my mother shout “Tulasi!” from the kitchen. 


Along with that came the sound of her approaching footsteps. “Oh no... your mom...” Dad said in a panic. Instantly, I scrambled off him.

While we were both hurriedly adjusting our clothes, I said, “I can’t do it. You slide it in this time, Dad...” and Mom walked in at that very moment.

As soon as she entered, Mom asked, “What is it? What were you asking to be dropped off?”

“Oh... I need to pick up my blouses this evening; I was asking to be dropped off at the shop.”

“Mmm... well, she’s asking, so take her and drop her off.” “I won’t download it... I have work to do.”

“Oh, come on... when she’s asking so earnestly, what’s the harm in downloading it?”

“Exactly... he keeps teasing me when I ask him to download it... Please, Dad... you could just do it...”

“Well... if you don’t download it for her, who will?”

“Oh, alright... I’ll download it... I’ll find a time—maybe this evening or tomorrow—and get it done.”

“Oh, thank you, Dad!”

We tried a few times after that, but something or other always got in the way, and it never actually happened.

After that incident, I just couldn't control myself. There was a constant, tingling ache between my thighs. Back then, it had only gone in half an inch, yet even that little bit had left me craving more. If only he had pushed it in a little further! *Sigh*... now I truly understand what it means to have an insatiable, maddening itch. Dad, the one who stirred up this craving in me, does nothing but smile slyly. Whenever I want to make a move, Mom is always right there. Doesn't she know a father and daughter need some privacy? I’d feel annoyed at the thought, only to find myself smiling a moment later.

Mom noticed the way I was acting—all flustered and coy. Not realizing that this behavior was because of Dad, she actually asked him to start looking for marriage proposals for me. Dad glanced at me sideways. That was all it took—I felt wet between my thighs again. I stole a glance at the area between his thighs; I could tell he was fully aroused. Seeing that, I felt an urge to just grab and squeeze it hard right then and there. Oh god... Dad has completely corrupted me. 

Sometimes, when I saw a bulge showing through his lungi, I’d say, "Don't walk around with it raised like that, Dad," while squeezing his cock right through the fabric. In response, he would pull me into the room, pin me against the wall, and grope me passionately. That only made the craving intensify; it certainly didn't make it go away.

One day, after dusk had fallen and we were alone on the terrace, I couldn't hold back and asked him, "When are you going to fuck me, Dad?" Pinching my lips, he said, "Just wait for the right moment, sweetheart... I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be sore."

"Hmm... you’re already mauling me whenever you get the chance! You just pull me aside and get it done whenever you feel like it," I moaned softly.

"That doesn't take long, daughter..." he said, lightly grazing my lip with his tongue.

I let out a soft moan. "Oh my... you moan so beautifully..." he said, pulling me close and gently biting my lip.

"Ouch..." I hissed, moving away slightly.

"Someone might see us," I said with a hint of feigned anger. 

"But didn't people see us on the bus, at the *dhaba*, and at the wedding venue?" he asked, biting me again.

"Ouch... oh god... I held back there because everyone was around... Oh... Dad..."

"But you were the one who asked when I’d fuck you..."



"So, fuck me then..."

"Here!?"
 
"Ugh... Dad... please..." I said, squeezing his cock through his *lungi*. 

"Ugh... it’s not possible here, darling... I’ll plan it for another place..."

"Ouch... Dad... please..."

"What is it, sweetheart? Are you that desperate for it?"

“So, shall we get on with it? With you squeezing and teasing me like this... are you going to satisfy my craving or not?” 

“That’s wrong... you shouldn't ask Dad like that...”

“It’s fine. You’re the one who stirred up this craving in me, aren't you?”

“Uff... is it okay to squeeze Dad like that?”
 
“It’s my dad’s cock; I can do what I want... Uff... Ah... it feels like a crowbar...”

“Uff... don't thrust too hard, I’m about to cum right here...”

“Then put it inside before I do...”

“Inside what??” 

“Yeah... inside your daughter’s pussy...”

“And then??” 

“Fuck me hard and satisfy my craving...”

“Uff... I can't fuck you right here, but shall I satisfy it another way?” 

“How?” 

“I’ll tell you... come on, let’s go over there...”

“Where?” 

“Behind the water tank...”

“Mmm... will you satisfy my craving there?”

“I’ll satisfy it thoroughly...”

“Promise??” 

“I swear on these two lips; let’s go...”

“Hiss... don't bite like that, Dad... what will I tell Mom if she asks?”
“Tell her Dad bit you.”
“Then both our cravings will be satisfied.”

Together, we went behind the water tank. Indeed, from there, there was no chance of being seen by anyone outside. I stood leaning against the wall.
“Mmm... tell me... what should we do?” Dad asked. 


“Who knows... how would I know?” I said, while guiding his hands onto my breasts. He gave a gentle squeeze, hissing softly, "Hiss... ah..."
I moaned, "Mmm..." and whispered, "Do they feel good?" Squeezing harder, he asked, "What?"

"Your daughter's boobs..." I said with intense desire, pulling him onto me. As he fell over me, he instantly captured my lips and began sucking them hungrily.

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"Mmm... mmm... mmm..."

"Ah... you're so full of desire..."

"Mmm... ahh..."

"Should I keep squeezing like this? Or should I suck on them?"

"Hiss... Daddy..."

"What is it?"

"It's poking me..."

"Where?"

"Right there... mmm..."

"But your frock and my lungi are in the way... what could possibly be poking you?"

"It feels like a crowbar; what do a few layers of cloth matter?"

"Shall we take the clothes off? Then it'll poke even harder..."

"What if Mom comes, Daddy?" 



"Mom? You're my daughter... but you're a slut..."

"Why??"

"You were just saying Mom might come, yet you pulled my lungi right off..."

"It was getting in the way... hiss..."

"Alright... shall I take off your frock?"

"No... it'll be hard to put back on if Mom comes..."

"It'll be even harder to put on if I stay..."

"Then what shall we do?"

"Alright... you aren't wearing anything underneath, right?"

"You were the one who ordered me not to..."

"Is that so?" he said, sliding his hand under my frock and gently caressing my breasts. “Hiss... Daddy...”

“What is it, daughter?” he asked, pushing his fingers inside.



“Hiss... I asked you to push *that* in, but why are you pushing your fingers?”

“I need to make some room with my fingers first...”

“Aww... uff...”



“...so I can push *that* in later.”


“Ahh... Daddy... hiss...”

“Your field has become quite tight and intense...”

“Mmm... plow it quickly, Daddy...”


“It’s not convenient here... and if I were to lay you down on the ground, it’s all mud...”


“Oh, come on... just do something, Daddy... don't leave me hanging like this when I'm aching for it...”

“Mmm... mmm... wait a second...” he said as he knelt down.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” I asked.

“Just trying to satisfy that itch of yours a little...” he replied, burying his face in my frock and gently biting my flower.

“Ahh...” I involuntarily spread my thighs wide.

Dad squeezed both my buttocks and teased the folds of my pussy with his tongue. I jerked slightly, feeling a sudden jolt of sensation. He planted a soft kiss and asked, “How does that feel?” I just hissed softly in response.



Dad hoisted my right leg onto his shoulder. As he did, it felt as though my pussy was being pried wide open. Stroking my right thigh with one hand and squeezing my buttock with the other, he grasped one of my labia with his lips and gave it a gentle tug.

“Aww...” I cried out, pressing his head firmly against me. Then, he moved to the other side...

“Mmm... Daddy... sss...”

“Oh my... it’s as soft and creamy as fresh clotted cream... mmm... mmm... mmm...”

“Sss... uff... Da... ddy...”

“Like this... does it feel good? How about with my fingers?”

“Hiss... you’re killing me, Daddy... Mmm... Hiss... eat it up...”

“Oh God... the way you say ‘come on’... Mmm... Mmm...”

“Hiss... Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Ahh... Uff... More... more... deeper inside... Hiss... Daddy...”

“Mmm... *slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp*...”

“Hiss... Hiss... Hiss... Hiss... Oh my... what ecstasy, Daddy... Mmm... eat it up... chew it...”

“Oh God... there’s so much honey inside... Mmm... Mmm...”

He kept poking at it, just like a little boy fiddling with an ice cream cup. The craving was driving me wild, right to the core. My pussy was melting and flowing like rain against the roughness of Daddy’s tongue. “Hiss... oh my... this pleasure is enough... Mmm... oh God... hiss... hiss... if it feels this good with just your mouth, that thrusting might just kill me... Mmm... hiss... deeper... inside... hiss... hiss... slurp it up, Dad... is your daughter’s pussy... that tasty?... Mmm... Mmm...”

“Hiss... ah... did you save all this nectar just for Dad, darling?... Mmm... mmm... *slurp*... *slurp*... *slurp*...”

“Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... Mmm... mmm... mmm... Daaad... Daaad...”
“*Slurp*... *slurp*... *slurp*...”

“Hiss... hiss... hiss...”

Just as we were melting into bliss and catching our breath, we heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs. We both snapped back to reality instantly. Dad stood up and adjusted his lungi; I pulled my frock back down. As we stepped out from our hiding spot, we saw mom walking towards us, asking, “What are a father and daughter up to?”



Seeing mom, a sudden pang of jealousy hit me; I pinched Dad hard and muttered, “Well, she’s here now. Go have your fun with her.” Dad stifled a yelp of pain and said, “Honey! How are you?”

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Smitha in Araku valley

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Smitha - Tulasi

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Smitha in Vizag


com vietnamese

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Malavika , Amala, Poonam

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Thulasi baby's flower before and after daddy's purely fatherly love



Mind blowing tease bro so erotic daddy is a hunk ladies man he knows how to handle the delicate flower

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Smitha at waterfall