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Chapter 3: The Facade of Normal
The unresolved wound with Sandy festered beneath a carefully constructed surface. Aarthi learned to compartmentalize. The terrified girl from that night was locked away, and in her place stood a focused, determined student. She graduated college with good marks, the picture of success. Her family beamed with pride, never suspecting the shadows in her eyes.
Life, as it does, moved forward. Her eldest brother, Vikram, got married. The wedding was a grand, joyful affair. Aarthi performed her duties as the sister-in-law flawlessly, her laughter during the ceremonies almost convincing herself. She welcomed her new sister-in-law with genuine warmth, a part of her hoping this new addition would shift the family's dynamics, would somehow dilute the silent pressure she always felt.
Aarthi's Private Struggle
In the silence of her room, the facade crumbled. The confident graduate was replaced by a haunted young woman. Sleep was a battleground, lost to nightmares of screeching autos and leering faces. She began scrubbing her skin raw in the shower, as if she could wash away the memory of that night. Sometimes, she would find her hand hovering over her phone, a treacherous part of her still yearning for Sandy's messages, the addictive mix of fear and validation. She never reached out, but the urge was a ghost that never left her. Her "normal" life was a performance, and backstage, she was falling apart.
Time passed. Vikram's wife had a baby. A year later, the child, often ill, required extra care. Worried, Vikram called their mother.
"Amma, we need your help. The baby is so delicate, and my wife is exhausted. Can you come stay with us for a few months?"
Of course, their mother agreed. Her nurturing instincts, always her primary drive, immediately latched onto her grandchild. Around the same time, Arjun, the second brother, landed a lucrative, long-term project that required him to relocate to another city.
The once-bustling family home was suddenly, quietly, emptying.
It was Aarthi who volunteered to stay back. "I will take care of Appa," she told her mother, who hugged her gratefully. "Don't worry about us."
It felt like the right thing to do. The dutiful daughter, caring for her retired father. It was a role she knew how to play. She had no idea that the empty house would become a new kind of trap, and the man she was supposed to care for would become her greatest threat.
The Shift: Father and Daughter
At first, living alone with her father was peaceful. But the quiet of the house soon became heavy. With his wife gone, Appa's quiet reserve began to curdle into something else. His gaze, once distant, now followed her around the room, lingering too long.
"It's just us now, Aarthi," he would say, his voice taking on a new, unfamiliar tone. "You're the woman of the house."
The comments started small, disguised as concern. "That dress is too short for wearing at home." Then they became intrusive. "You shouldn't lock your bedroom door. What if I need something?"
The man who was supposed to be her sanctuary was slowly becoming her jailer. The trust she had in him, the foundation of a father-daughter relationship, was beginning to crack, and a deep, chilling fear was seeping through.
Her Father View:
Her breasts without a bra are the size of a mango. Since her breasts are the size of a mango, she never wears a bra at home. But her breasts are the size of a pumpkin, just like her mother.
It's so big that when she rides behind me on a scooter, there's no room for me to sit, and I can't sit because my breasts are so big that I have to sit on the edge of the seat and drive. Her breasts are so big.
I haven't thought about my daughter like that for so long. But now I'm thinking about spreading this lump that prevents me from driving and driving a car someday.
The wife has gone to her son's house to give me a good opportunity.
I didn't think that tonight would be a good time to spank my daughter.
Before taking the phone she gave me to the shop for repair, I asked her for the password. I had a feeling when she asked for the password. It was Dad's scooter.
I took the phone and went to the shop, and my mind was racing to see what was in this phone.
I parked the scooter somewhere and started looking at my beloved daughter's phone. When Dad was putting in the scooter password, I had a feeling. Why should Dad put in Scooter. Okay, I let it lie there, I opened the phone somehow and went to the gallery and started watching the video.
The scene I saw in it made me nervous. My daughter was squeezing her breasts with mangoes, Dad, Dad. My breasts are so soft, so soft. Our mother is Malay, isn't she soft? Our mother's breasts are big. Your daughter's breasts are bigger than this, put a good mouth on them, squeeze them, come on, come and suck them.
I was sweating, so I closed the video before anyone could see it, knowing that my daughter was ready to fuck me.
I quickly repaired my cell phone and went home to see my daughter, and right before my eyes, her breasts were flowing as I saw them on the phone.
I decided to beat her up tonight.
My daughter quickly grabbed the phone and went to the bathroom. My mind was on her breasts, so I looked through the bottom of the bathroom door to see what she was doing inside.
The sight I saw made my pussy turn into a ball of iron. She was sitting on the couch, spreading her thighs, holding her pussy tightly with two fingers and inserting one finger into the hole and fucking her well. ufffff ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh shshshshshsshshshsh ahhhhhhhhhhh fuck daddy fuckkkkkkkkk.
I lay down on the floor with my hands on the floor and watching this scene, I kept my pussy on the floor and fucking her well.
In this way, I took off my daughter's shirt and squeezed her breasts well and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you, my daughter? Put it in and fuck me well, shssssshhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me well until my pussy tears well and pour water on me and make my stomach swell. What are you doing?" oh my fucking bitch dad ufffffffffff
Put your pussy in my mouth and give it a good blow. Fuck your daughter well. Mmmmm. Wow. Mmmmm. Prick. Mmmmm.
Watching this, I pricked my flower well and made the entire surface of my flower moist.
Then when my daughter woke up, her thighs were clearly visible. The thighs you see in Malayalam films are as smooth as pillars, twice as big as my grandmother's thighs, and it feels like you have to put a flower in the crook of my thigh and knead it well. I have never seen thighs like this anywhere before.
I quickly came and sat on the sofa and was watching TV as if I had not seen anything. My daughter came and sat next to me, calling me "Daddy, daddy." I noticed something that I had not seen in a long time.
Her lips were all red. I thought to myself that my daughter's lips were moving like a flower. My daughter just sat next to me and lay down on my lap. Her action was a bit new to me.
When will Dad and Mom come? Andy wants to see Mom. No, Dad and Mom will be near me, I am relieved now. You too should be happy, Pa.
I feel like lying on my lap and watching TV like that, Pa. What's the point of that, Mom, lie down well. She just laid down with my head on my lap. My pennis was kissing her head well.
My daughter was lying down and pressing her mouth on my pennis well. I was slowly rubbing her waist with my hand.
She was wearing a shirt. I slowly lifted her shirt up and kept rubbing her mid-back well. She was pressing my pennis well with her mouth.
Dad, dad, something is knocking here, what is it? Why is it like a rock? She kept pressing it hard. As if she didn't know anything. Thinking that she should cover it well,
Daughter, don't you know what it is? Your mother has gone to see your brother's child, do you know how your brother's child was born?
Daughter, I don't know how, how, dad, tell me a little.
Then I want to tell you clearly. My daughter, sister in law are getting married to your brother, did your brother sleep with your sister-in-law too?
Wait, wait, what does it mean to sleep with her?
My dear daughter, your brother and your sister-in-law also did sex on the first night, and then he fucked her very well by his pennis, and then she ate porridge and made a good noise, and then your brother's son was born.
That's why I'm so excited to see you, that's what pennis is for.
Dad, I want to see you, show me how it's inside.
Saying that, she put her hand on my dhoti and started rubbing it well. Dad, I was so excited to see you, I'll take two and show you. Saying that, I took out my wooden stick and hung it outside.
Dad, what is this, you brought it, it's so fat and juicy like a fish. It's so juicy and juicy, it's like it's going to fit in my mouth.
Don't be in a hurry, my dear, I'll put it in your mouth slowly, taste it and see how it tastes.
Aarthi's wet tongue made me drool.
My daughter's tongue felt like flying in heaven. Mmmmm. Mmm. Moaning, I held my daughter's head and started to thrust my cock inside her, my ass didn't even go halfway.
Dad, it's great. Just a good thrust, it only goes halfway, I'm full of it, thrust it well until it reaches her throat. It's like a good girl. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Puke. Puke. Mmmmm. I'm a puke. Your daughter's puke. What's up. Puke, dad. Tuck. Tuck. I woke up, shaking my head, hearing a knock on the door.
aarti tensed and asked father, it is 5 pm, who is there at this time?
….I know what I am doing, I will wait. Okay, cover your Amman Kundiya body with a cloth, saying that, I wiped the saliva of Aarti that flowed down my face on Aarti's shirt, tied my vest and opened the hall door. As soon as I opened it, there was a mechanic Pandi, sir, you asked me to come and change the headlight of your scooter.
Hey Suresh, Pandi has been knocking on the door for a long time, what have you been doing … This is my mother Devi Varma. After my father varma died, my mother Devi Varma is staying in a hut outside.
Here I am… I said, showing the scooter to Pandi and telling him to change the headlight and the stepney tire, thinking what Aarti was saying, I bent down and showed the front tire to Pandi.
Then I heard Aarti’s voice in the hall window, and I looked down through my footsteps.
Then my daughter smiled and gestured as if she was ringing a bell in her hand.
It was then that I realized that my nut was hanging like a guava fruit, ringing a bell. I immediately fixed my dhoti and said, “Here, come here, come here, my mother, when the work is done, this bell ringer, I will ring my nut right in front of you.”
I just put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. I put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. I put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. Thinking about it, I told Pandi to finish the work quickly. He said it would take another hour.
Okay Pandi, you stay here, I'll go inside and drink some water and come back, so I opened the hall door and entered.
Then, Aarti was not in the hall, and as I was trying to go to the kitchen, thinking where did she go, there was a clash from behind, and the next minute, Aarti lifted the cloth from behind me, and started licking my pennis…
Oh, my dear, you bent over there, made this little girl scratch her pussy! But Aarti already fucked by 5 persons in whole nights in that little pussy, I can't tell my father that i fucked by 5 peoples like a slut. then he told me I'll fuck you like a slut and come to my office and fuck her, look, show me your pussy, show me your pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...
My dear, come quickly, put my pennis in my mouth, saying, as I entered the kitchen, you pulled my pennis with one pull, aarthi.. I screamed. My eyes were troubled.
I just ran to the kitchen, biting as much as I could into a mango and ran away.
My mother, she was so angry that she bit me and licked my mouth, I felt bad for her..
When I returned after drinking water, I stuck my tongue in the mango that I had bitten and licked it, and made a shape with the tip of my tongue on the pepper-sized piece of meat… My father.. Father… My fat mango is a good snack, Besanji, will you become a good fat girl like my mother… Please….
My mother, you said that, but your gooseberry is a girl, and the milk is flowing and it is a girl. If the milk is flowing, you will become a stone girl like your mother…
Sorry, my mother, please bear with me a little, I will make your fat girl sweet. I came to your daily routine and watered it. I will finish my work and come back. I said that and went out.
My daughter was lying on the sofa, rubbing her fat, virgin pussy, what should I do, dad! If my fat, size pussy is covered with a shirt, what a fool everyone is looking at.
Six months ago, there was no corona then. When I left for college, my mother would say, look at the charcoal in my chest, I put on a shirt like a boy, who is going to tie you up, it makes me feel tired. But now look at how strong my pussy is ? Nothing happens after that,
the day is over after this shit. For many days, Aarthi had sex with that auto driver, and her pussy was itching so much that she could not forget it. That's why her mother had her eyes on her father. She was fond of him. For days, Aarthi had been waiting for the right days to pass.
Now was the right time for her to travel properly. For these days, Aarthi, who had been holding her hand with her pussy, had got a lump. She had corrected her father that if it was a Outside stranger man, it would be a problem. The reason why she, who was good, had changed like this was that the auto driver had fucked her well.
The reason why she was itching was that she was itching and was itching. She wanted to have sex ahhh love. Now, Aarthi's itching could not be contained. She wanted Aarthi to record her video on her phone, repair the phone, lie a little more to her father, tell him to fix it, correct him, trap him and keep him in this trap.
I and my father thought of using this opportunity alone.
I sat in front of my father in the living room. I raised both my legs. I stood with my legs spread wide so that my pussy was visible and read the paper. My father suddenly looked at me. He looked at my pussy. He was reading as if He didn't notice it. Without taking my eyes off my father. He stared at my pussy. His penis had risen inside my vagina. He pulled it out with his hand. I also noticed it. I thought of grabbing him. I didn't notice anything. I was reading.
My father suddenly got up and came to my side. He grabbed my paper. He lifted me and put me on his lap. He kissed me. He Tease Me.
I turned my face away. Go away. You are very bad.
“Why are you saying that, father?” he said.
“You know how much I love you,” I said.
I know you love me father.
But. Dad said, “Your beautiful pussy is so big. I didn’t know there was love, Dad,” and he kissed my lips. I held him with my legs on both sides.
Dad tasted my lips. He was holding my pussy with one hand. He was rubbing my clitoris with the other.
I have a lot of lust. Even that auto driver was lying down. Dad is ready now.
Dad and I were drenched in a shower of liplock kisses for almost 15 minutes. Dad. He took my lips from my mouth. Dad, neither your mother nor I have ever kissed lips like this.
I asked how my liplock kiss was.
“Super” he said, he had never kissed anyone like this in life.
Dad, don't worry. I said I will satisfy my unfulfilled sexual desires with Mom. I looked at Dad's penis. It stood erect like an iron rod.
Dad, your penis is erect and ready.
Oh my dear. My beautiful daughter's. It stood erect after seeing her beautiful pussy.
I held Dad's penis in my hand and kissed it. Dad, I have seen you and Mom making out for many days.
After that night, she has seen the sex scene at home.
Have you seen that, my daughter? Great.
I held my daughter's big mango-sized breasts and squeezed them. I asked her since when did you want me? I have been making out with you since I was 21. Your penis is also an object of desire, Dad.
Great. Dad. If Mom finds out, Dad, it will be a problem.
Let's think about it later, Dad. Let's enjoy ourselves first, Dad. First, show me your dick, Dad. He pulled away from me. I held his dick in my hand. I sucked it. I kissed it.
Dad's dick was 7″ Inch in size. It was black and beautiful. Those nuts. It was hanging beautifully. Dad's dick. I enjoyed the nuts. I stroked the tip of the dick with my tongue.
Dad. Enjoyed it. He moaned, "Aaaaah."
There was no one at home. It would be a long time before Mom would come. My older brother had gone to help at home. My second brother had gone to work. With that courage, we both fell in love.
Dad's dick only went half way into my mouth. Dad held my head and pushed the whole dick inside. I pulled the dick until it was closed and sucked it hard. Dad screamed in pleasure. In my three minutes of sucking. I was in my father's bed. The porridge flowed like a fountain into my mouth, thinking it was an elixir, and I drank it. Even after the porridge came, my father's erection did not decrease.
Father asked me if I liked it. He held me in his lap. He licked my lips. It was good, father. Even your mother did not enjoy it so much. . It was so good, father.
I sat on the sofa. I lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the sofa. I lifted my mini skirt. Since I was not wearing panties, my pussy was shining.
Father rubbed his face with my pussy. The pussy spread its outer lips. He rubbed his nose with a small pimple.
I only wash my pussy when I go to the toilet in the morning. Other times I don't wash my pussy after urinating. That's why my pussy always smells like urine. My pussy is very wide and big. The nipples are just tiny. You can only see the nipples if you spread your pussy.
Dad spread my pussy and looked at it and said, "It smells good, Papa." He put his tongue in and licked my pussy.
I held my dad's head and said, "It's great." I screamed, "Ss
“It tastes good, Papa.” He said.
“Does my pussy taste better than Mom’s pussy?” I said.
“Your pussy tastes so much better, Papa.” He said.
Papa licked my pussy. I climaxed 5 times. Papa’s face was dripping with my pussy juice.
Again. I sat on Papa’s lap. I licked my pussy juice that was spread all over his face. Papa’s penis rose again. I cupped Papa’s penis with my left hand.
“Papa. Did Papa like it when you licked my pussy?” he asked.
Papa liked it so much, that’s what I’ve been waiting for all this time. Then Aarti.
You licked it. It was delicious, Papa. Saying that, I started sucking Papa’s penis. Again, Papa’s penis stretched like a snake. I sucked all the good penis in my mouth. Papa moaned in pleasure.
I took the penis out of my mouth. “Can I cum, daddy?” I asked.
Dad hugged me. Can I cum, daddy? Already, my lustful juices flowed again in my vagina. I said, “If he asks me like this, I will be fine.”
He took the sticky liquid from my vagina and applied it to his penis. Next, his penis touched my vagina, which made me cum even more.
Next, he closed my mouth with his left hand. When I was thinking why I would close my mouth, he pressed his penis on my lower vagina and his penis went inside my vagina.
I couldn’t bear the pain and screamed again, “Ah. Ah.” It came out of his hand. It came to my ear again and said, “I will cum when I touch you first, just touch my vagina, oh. He said, "Shout out to me." I didn't understand what he was saying, I enjoyed the song, aana, it didn't hurt at all.
What didn't hurt, but I felt good. So I closed my eyes and lay down like that. He left my whole pussy inside me. He left my pussy inside me like that. I unzipped my nightie and took out one of my breasts and fucked him.
He got cum in a short time and left it inside my pussy.
After a long time, my father came to me and I felt great pleasure and he quickly finished it. I couldn't do it for a long time because of him. He made me miss something. He looked so sexy outside. I kissed him. I love you.
Conclusion: Shadows in the Daylight
Days blurred into a painful rhythm for Aarthi and Suresh. Their secret world, born from trauma and twisted dependency, became their new normal. Suresh no longer called her "Aarthi" - now it was "my love," "my life," (Papa) whispered when they were alone.
But the very intensity that had drawn Aarthi into this relationship now left her empty. Her father's love felt like a pale imitation of the dangerous passion she'd known with Sandy. In her darkest moments, she found herself remembering the auto driver's trap with a shocking clarity - the raw power, the complete loss of control that had made her feel more alive than any of Suresh's cautious caresses ever could.
Aarthi's growing dissatisfaction became a constant ache. She would provoke Suresh during their moments together, trying to recreate that dangerous energy she remembered from her trauma. She wanted the intensity that had made her feel truly alive, even in her fear. But her father's hesitant affection only highlighted how ordinary their relationship had become, leaving her feeling more trapped than ever in their domestic routine.
The fragile world they'd built shattered when Lakshmi returned unexpectedly. Vikram's child had recovered faster than anticipated, and she'd taken an earlier train home.
The sound of her mother turning the key in the lock sent Aarthi and Suresh scrambling apart, their faces masks of guilty panic. The familiar house suddenly felt like a crime scene.
Lakshmi's presence changed everything. Meals became tense affairs where Aarthi couldn't meet her mother's eyes. Suresh retreated into sullen silence, his glances at Aarthi now filled with resentment rather than desire.
Aarthi stood at a crossroads. The auto driver's trap had broken her, but this - this slow death of the spirit in her childhood home - was somehow worse. The memory of that night began to haunt her not as a trauma, but as a calling. She didn't know what her next step would be, but she knew the girl who had volunteered to care for her father was gone forever. In her place stood a woman shaped by dangerous loves, and the quiet life would never be enough again.
After all, the auto driver's trap was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she missed it with a ferocity that shamed her.
The unresolved wound with Sandy festered beneath a carefully constructed surface. Aarthi learned to compartmentalize. The terrified girl from that night was locked away, and in her place stood a focused, determined student. She graduated college with good marks, the picture of success. Her family beamed with pride, never suspecting the shadows in her eyes.
Life, as it does, moved forward. Her eldest brother, Vikram, got married. The wedding was a grand, joyful affair. Aarthi performed her duties as the sister-in-law flawlessly, her laughter during the ceremonies almost convincing herself. She welcomed her new sister-in-law with genuine warmth, a part of her hoping this new addition would shift the family's dynamics, would somehow dilute the silent pressure she always felt.
Aarthi's Private Struggle
In the silence of her room, the facade crumbled. The confident graduate was replaced by a haunted young woman. Sleep was a battleground, lost to nightmares of screeching autos and leering faces. She began scrubbing her skin raw in the shower, as if she could wash away the memory of that night. Sometimes, she would find her hand hovering over her phone, a treacherous part of her still yearning for Sandy's messages, the addictive mix of fear and validation. She never reached out, but the urge was a ghost that never left her. Her "normal" life was a performance, and backstage, she was falling apart.
Time passed. Vikram's wife had a baby. A year later, the child, often ill, required extra care. Worried, Vikram called their mother.
"Amma, we need your help. The baby is so delicate, and my wife is exhausted. Can you come stay with us for a few months?"
Of course, their mother agreed. Her nurturing instincts, always her primary drive, immediately latched onto her grandchild. Around the same time, Arjun, the second brother, landed a lucrative, long-term project that required him to relocate to another city.
The once-bustling family home was suddenly, quietly, emptying.
It was Aarthi who volunteered to stay back. "I will take care of Appa," she told her mother, who hugged her gratefully. "Don't worry about us."
It felt like the right thing to do. The dutiful daughter, caring for her retired father. It was a role she knew how to play. She had no idea that the empty house would become a new kind of trap, and the man she was supposed to care for would become her greatest threat.
The Shift: Father and Daughter
At first, living alone with her father was peaceful. But the quiet of the house soon became heavy. With his wife gone, Appa's quiet reserve began to curdle into something else. His gaze, once distant, now followed her around the room, lingering too long.
"It's just us now, Aarthi," he would say, his voice taking on a new, unfamiliar tone. "You're the woman of the house."
The comments started small, disguised as concern. "That dress is too short for wearing at home." Then they became intrusive. "You shouldn't lock your bedroom door. What if I need something?"
The man who was supposed to be her sanctuary was slowly becoming her jailer. The trust she had in him, the foundation of a father-daughter relationship, was beginning to crack, and a deep, chilling fear was seeping through.
Her Father View:
Her breasts without a bra are the size of a mango. Since her breasts are the size of a mango, she never wears a bra at home. But her breasts are the size of a pumpkin, just like her mother.
It's so big that when she rides behind me on a scooter, there's no room for me to sit, and I can't sit because my breasts are so big that I have to sit on the edge of the seat and drive. Her breasts are so big.
I haven't thought about my daughter like that for so long. But now I'm thinking about spreading this lump that prevents me from driving and driving a car someday.
The wife has gone to her son's house to give me a good opportunity.
I didn't think that tonight would be a good time to spank my daughter.
Before taking the phone she gave me to the shop for repair, I asked her for the password. I had a feeling when she asked for the password. It was Dad's scooter.
I took the phone and went to the shop, and my mind was racing to see what was in this phone.
I parked the scooter somewhere and started looking at my beloved daughter's phone. When Dad was putting in the scooter password, I had a feeling. Why should Dad put in Scooter. Okay, I let it lie there, I opened the phone somehow and went to the gallery and started watching the video.
The scene I saw in it made me nervous. My daughter was squeezing her breasts with mangoes, Dad, Dad. My breasts are so soft, so soft. Our mother is Malay, isn't she soft? Our mother's breasts are big. Your daughter's breasts are bigger than this, put a good mouth on them, squeeze them, come on, come and suck them.
I was sweating, so I closed the video before anyone could see it, knowing that my daughter was ready to fuck me.
I quickly repaired my cell phone and went home to see my daughter, and right before my eyes, her breasts were flowing as I saw them on the phone.
I decided to beat her up tonight.
My daughter quickly grabbed the phone and went to the bathroom. My mind was on her breasts, so I looked through the bottom of the bathroom door to see what she was doing inside.
The sight I saw made my pussy turn into a ball of iron. She was sitting on the couch, spreading her thighs, holding her pussy tightly with two fingers and inserting one finger into the hole and fucking her well. ufffff ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh shshshshshsshshshsh ahhhhhhhhhhh fuck daddy fuckkkkkkkkk.
I lay down on the floor with my hands on the floor and watching this scene, I kept my pussy on the floor and fucking her well.
In this way, I took off my daughter's shirt and squeezed her breasts well and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you, my daughter? Put it in and fuck me well, shssssshhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me well until my pussy tears well and pour water on me and make my stomach swell. What are you doing?" oh my fucking bitch dad ufffffffffff
Put your pussy in my mouth and give it a good blow. Fuck your daughter well. Mmmmm. Wow. Mmmmm. Prick. Mmmmm.
Watching this, I pricked my flower well and made the entire surface of my flower moist.
Then when my daughter woke up, her thighs were clearly visible. The thighs you see in Malayalam films are as smooth as pillars, twice as big as my grandmother's thighs, and it feels like you have to put a flower in the crook of my thigh and knead it well. I have never seen thighs like this anywhere before.
I quickly came and sat on the sofa and was watching TV as if I had not seen anything. My daughter came and sat next to me, calling me "Daddy, daddy." I noticed something that I had not seen in a long time.
Her lips were all red. I thought to myself that my daughter's lips were moving like a flower. My daughter just sat next to me and lay down on my lap. Her action was a bit new to me.
When will Dad and Mom come? Andy wants to see Mom. No, Dad and Mom will be near me, I am relieved now. You too should be happy, Pa.
I feel like lying on my lap and watching TV like that, Pa. What's the point of that, Mom, lie down well. She just laid down with my head on my lap. My pennis was kissing her head well.
My daughter was lying down and pressing her mouth on my pennis well. I was slowly rubbing her waist with my hand.
She was wearing a shirt. I slowly lifted her shirt up and kept rubbing her mid-back well. She was pressing my pennis well with her mouth.
Dad, dad, something is knocking here, what is it? Why is it like a rock? She kept pressing it hard. As if she didn't know anything. Thinking that she should cover it well,
Daughter, don't you know what it is? Your mother has gone to see your brother's child, do you know how your brother's child was born?
Daughter, I don't know how, how, dad, tell me a little.
Then I want to tell you clearly. My daughter, sister in law are getting married to your brother, did your brother sleep with your sister-in-law too?
Wait, wait, what does it mean to sleep with her?
My dear daughter, your brother and your sister-in-law also did sex on the first night, and then he fucked her very well by his pennis, and then she ate porridge and made a good noise, and then your brother's son was born.
That's why I'm so excited to see you, that's what pennis is for.
Dad, I want to see you, show me how it's inside.
Saying that, she put her hand on my dhoti and started rubbing it well. Dad, I was so excited to see you, I'll take two and show you. Saying that, I took out my wooden stick and hung it outside.
Dad, what is this, you brought it, it's so fat and juicy like a fish. It's so juicy and juicy, it's like it's going to fit in my mouth.
Don't be in a hurry, my dear, I'll put it in your mouth slowly, taste it and see how it tastes.
Aarthi's wet tongue made me drool.
My daughter's tongue felt like flying in heaven. Mmmmm. Mmm. Moaning, I held my daughter's head and started to thrust my cock inside her, my ass didn't even go halfway.
Dad, it's great. Just a good thrust, it only goes halfway, I'm full of it, thrust it well until it reaches her throat. It's like a good girl. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Puke. Puke. Mmmmm. I'm a puke. Your daughter's puke. What's up. Puke, dad. Tuck. Tuck. I woke up, shaking my head, hearing a knock on the door.
aarti tensed and asked father, it is 5 pm, who is there at this time?
….I know what I am doing, I will wait. Okay, cover your Amman Kundiya body with a cloth, saying that, I wiped the saliva of Aarti that flowed down my face on Aarti's shirt, tied my vest and opened the hall door. As soon as I opened it, there was a mechanic Pandi, sir, you asked me to come and change the headlight of your scooter.
Hey Suresh, Pandi has been knocking on the door for a long time, what have you been doing … This is my mother Devi Varma. After my father varma died, my mother Devi Varma is staying in a hut outside.
Here I am… I said, showing the scooter to Pandi and telling him to change the headlight and the stepney tire, thinking what Aarti was saying, I bent down and showed the front tire to Pandi.
Then I heard Aarti’s voice in the hall window, and I looked down through my footsteps.
Then my daughter smiled and gestured as if she was ringing a bell in her hand.
It was then that I realized that my nut was hanging like a guava fruit, ringing a bell. I immediately fixed my dhoti and said, “Here, come here, come here, my mother, when the work is done, this bell ringer, I will ring my nut right in front of you.”
I just put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. I put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. I put the nut in my mouth, boil it, boil it, and drink it. Thinking about it, I told Pandi to finish the work quickly. He said it would take another hour.
Okay Pandi, you stay here, I'll go inside and drink some water and come back, so I opened the hall door and entered.
Then, Aarti was not in the hall, and as I was trying to go to the kitchen, thinking where did she go, there was a clash from behind, and the next minute, Aarti lifted the cloth from behind me, and started licking my pennis…
Oh, my dear, you bent over there, made this little girl scratch her pussy! But Aarti already fucked by 5 persons in whole nights in that little pussy, I can't tell my father that i fucked by 5 peoples like a slut. then he told me I'll fuck you like a slut and come to my office and fuck her, look, show me your pussy, show me your pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...
My dear, come quickly, put my pennis in my mouth, saying, as I entered the kitchen, you pulled my pennis with one pull, aarthi.. I screamed. My eyes were troubled.
I just ran to the kitchen, biting as much as I could into a mango and ran away.
My mother, she was so angry that she bit me and licked my mouth, I felt bad for her..
When I returned after drinking water, I stuck my tongue in the mango that I had bitten and licked it, and made a shape with the tip of my tongue on the pepper-sized piece of meat… My father.. Father… My fat mango is a good snack, Besanji, will you become a good fat girl like my mother… Please….
My mother, you said that, but your gooseberry is a girl, and the milk is flowing and it is a girl. If the milk is flowing, you will become a stone girl like your mother…
Sorry, my mother, please bear with me a little, I will make your fat girl sweet. I came to your daily routine and watered it. I will finish my work and come back. I said that and went out.
My daughter was lying on the sofa, rubbing her fat, virgin pussy, what should I do, dad! If my fat, size pussy is covered with a shirt, what a fool everyone is looking at.
Six months ago, there was no corona then. When I left for college, my mother would say, look at the charcoal in my chest, I put on a shirt like a boy, who is going to tie you up, it makes me feel tired. But now look at how strong my pussy is ? Nothing happens after that,
the day is over after this shit. For many days, Aarthi had sex with that auto driver, and her pussy was itching so much that she could not forget it. That's why her mother had her eyes on her father. She was fond of him. For days, Aarthi had been waiting for the right days to pass.
Now was the right time for her to travel properly. For these days, Aarthi, who had been holding her hand with her pussy, had got a lump. She had corrected her father that if it was a Outside stranger man, it would be a problem. The reason why she, who was good, had changed like this was that the auto driver had fucked her well.
The reason why she was itching was that she was itching and was itching. She wanted to have sex ahhh love. Now, Aarthi's itching could not be contained. She wanted Aarthi to record her video on her phone, repair the phone, lie a little more to her father, tell him to fix it, correct him, trap him and keep him in this trap.
I and my father thought of using this opportunity alone.
I sat in front of my father in the living room. I raised both my legs. I stood with my legs spread wide so that my pussy was visible and read the paper. My father suddenly looked at me. He looked at my pussy. He was reading as if He didn't notice it. Without taking my eyes off my father. He stared at my pussy. His penis had risen inside my vagina. He pulled it out with his hand. I also noticed it. I thought of grabbing him. I didn't notice anything. I was reading.
My father suddenly got up and came to my side. He grabbed my paper. He lifted me and put me on his lap. He kissed me. He Tease Me.
I turned my face away. Go away. You are very bad.
“Why are you saying that, father?” he said.
“You know how much I love you,” I said.
I know you love me father.
But. Dad said, “Your beautiful pussy is so big. I didn’t know there was love, Dad,” and he kissed my lips. I held him with my legs on both sides.
Dad tasted my lips. He was holding my pussy with one hand. He was rubbing my clitoris with the other.
I have a lot of lust. Even that auto driver was lying down. Dad is ready now.
Dad and I were drenched in a shower of liplock kisses for almost 15 minutes. Dad. He took my lips from my mouth. Dad, neither your mother nor I have ever kissed lips like this.
I asked how my liplock kiss was.
“Super” he said, he had never kissed anyone like this in life.
Dad, don't worry. I said I will satisfy my unfulfilled sexual desires with Mom. I looked at Dad's penis. It stood erect like an iron rod.
Dad, your penis is erect and ready.
Oh my dear. My beautiful daughter's. It stood erect after seeing her beautiful pussy.
I held Dad's penis in my hand and kissed it. Dad, I have seen you and Mom making out for many days.
After that night, she has seen the sex scene at home.
Have you seen that, my daughter? Great.
I held my daughter's big mango-sized breasts and squeezed them. I asked her since when did you want me? I have been making out with you since I was 21. Your penis is also an object of desire, Dad.
Great. Dad. If Mom finds out, Dad, it will be a problem.
Let's think about it later, Dad. Let's enjoy ourselves first, Dad. First, show me your dick, Dad. He pulled away from me. I held his dick in my hand. I sucked it. I kissed it.
Dad's dick was 7″ Inch in size. It was black and beautiful. Those nuts. It was hanging beautifully. Dad's dick. I enjoyed the nuts. I stroked the tip of the dick with my tongue.
Dad. Enjoyed it. He moaned, "Aaaaah."
There was no one at home. It would be a long time before Mom would come. My older brother had gone to help at home. My second brother had gone to work. With that courage, we both fell in love.
Dad's dick only went half way into my mouth. Dad held my head and pushed the whole dick inside. I pulled the dick until it was closed and sucked it hard. Dad screamed in pleasure. In my three minutes of sucking. I was in my father's bed. The porridge flowed like a fountain into my mouth, thinking it was an elixir, and I drank it. Even after the porridge came, my father's erection did not decrease.
Father asked me if I liked it. He held me in his lap. He licked my lips. It was good, father. Even your mother did not enjoy it so much. . It was so good, father.
I sat on the sofa. I lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the sofa. I lifted my mini skirt. Since I was not wearing panties, my pussy was shining.
Father rubbed his face with my pussy. The pussy spread its outer lips. He rubbed his nose with a small pimple.
I only wash my pussy when I go to the toilet in the morning. Other times I don't wash my pussy after urinating. That's why my pussy always smells like urine. My pussy is very wide and big. The nipples are just tiny. You can only see the nipples if you spread your pussy.
Dad spread my pussy and looked at it and said, "It smells good, Papa." He put his tongue in and licked my pussy.
I held my dad's head and said, "It's great." I screamed, "Ss
“It tastes good, Papa.” He said.
“Does my pussy taste better than Mom’s pussy?” I said.
“Your pussy tastes so much better, Papa.” He said.
Papa licked my pussy. I climaxed 5 times. Papa’s face was dripping with my pussy juice.
Again. I sat on Papa’s lap. I licked my pussy juice that was spread all over his face. Papa’s penis rose again. I cupped Papa’s penis with my left hand.
“Papa. Did Papa like it when you licked my pussy?” he asked.
Papa liked it so much, that’s what I’ve been waiting for all this time. Then Aarti.
You licked it. It was delicious, Papa. Saying that, I started sucking Papa’s penis. Again, Papa’s penis stretched like a snake. I sucked all the good penis in my mouth. Papa moaned in pleasure.
I took the penis out of my mouth. “Can I cum, daddy?” I asked.
Dad hugged me. Can I cum, daddy? Already, my lustful juices flowed again in my vagina. I said, “If he asks me like this, I will be fine.”
He took the sticky liquid from my vagina and applied it to his penis. Next, his penis touched my vagina, which made me cum even more.
Next, he closed my mouth with his left hand. When I was thinking why I would close my mouth, he pressed his penis on my lower vagina and his penis went inside my vagina.
I couldn’t bear the pain and screamed again, “Ah. Ah.” It came out of his hand. It came to my ear again and said, “I will cum when I touch you first, just touch my vagina, oh. He said, "Shout out to me." I didn't understand what he was saying, I enjoyed the song, aana, it didn't hurt at all.
What didn't hurt, but I felt good. So I closed my eyes and lay down like that. He left my whole pussy inside me. He left my pussy inside me like that. I unzipped my nightie and took out one of my breasts and fucked him.
He got cum in a short time and left it inside my pussy.
After a long time, my father came to me and I felt great pleasure and he quickly finished it. I couldn't do it for a long time because of him. He made me miss something. He looked so sexy outside. I kissed him. I love you.
Conclusion: Shadows in the Daylight
Days blurred into a painful rhythm for Aarthi and Suresh. Their secret world, born from trauma and twisted dependency, became their new normal. Suresh no longer called her "Aarthi" - now it was "my love," "my life," (Papa) whispered when they were alone.
But the very intensity that had drawn Aarthi into this relationship now left her empty. Her father's love felt like a pale imitation of the dangerous passion she'd known with Sandy. In her darkest moments, she found herself remembering the auto driver's trap with a shocking clarity - the raw power, the complete loss of control that had made her feel more alive than any of Suresh's cautious caresses ever could.
Aarthi's growing dissatisfaction became a constant ache. She would provoke Suresh during their moments together, trying to recreate that dangerous energy she remembered from her trauma. She wanted the intensity that had made her feel truly alive, even in her fear. But her father's hesitant affection only highlighted how ordinary their relationship had become, leaving her feeling more trapped than ever in their domestic routine.
The fragile world they'd built shattered when Lakshmi returned unexpectedly. Vikram's child had recovered faster than anticipated, and she'd taken an earlier train home.
The sound of her mother turning the key in the lock sent Aarthi and Suresh scrambling apart, their faces masks of guilty panic. The familiar house suddenly felt like a crime scene.
Lakshmi's presence changed everything. Meals became tense affairs where Aarthi couldn't meet her mother's eyes. Suresh retreated into sullen silence, his glances at Aarthi now filled with resentment rather than desire.
Aarthi stood at a crossroads. The auto driver's trap had broken her, but this - this slow death of the spirit in her childhood home - was somehow worse. The memory of that night began to haunt her not as a trauma, but as a calling. She didn't know what her next step would be, but she knew the girl who had volunteered to care for her father was gone forever. In her place stood a woman shaped by dangerous loves, and the quiet life would never be enough again.
After all, the auto driver's trap was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she missed it with a ferocity that shamed her.
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