16-02-2026, 08:59 PM
M ) Several days have passed since his wife disclosed their children's illicit sex and it tormented his mind constantly..... often fuelling his incestous thought. There is something that's been bothering him, eating at him like an itch that won't go away. And that something is what he wouldn't dare discuss even with his wife.
It began with dreams of his daughter in various stages of undress and then progressed into him becoming more involved in these nocturnal taboo goings on. The dreams began just after that incident i.e. knowing his children's perverted lust for other, and he has no doubt that single matter had ignited his taboo feeling.
If he had repressed anything, it was the way his daughter had pranced around the household in skimpy attire. What embarrassed him most was when his daughter caught him looking and then smiled with gratification. Quickly, he'd look away, ashamed and embarrassed. Nothing was said between them, nor did he ever bring it up to his wife or daughter.
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Rishona was really coming into her figure. All at once, her small pert breasts blossomed into a much bigger cup size. Her ass became round and defined.... and her stomach became flatter. She was eighteen and aware of the effects she had on men. She was finished with college and now practiced dance while going to a co-ed college.
She was thrilled with her new figure. She blossomed later than most young girls. She liked when she was walking around in the neighborhood when cars honked and paid her attention. She liked when she was near a construction site where the labourers would whistle and call her cute names.
She liked when the scavenger or garbage men blew their horns at her. She was loving the attention she was gaining with her newly developed body. She was getting asked out on more dates and was happier than a clam. She loved to wear the smallest clothes around the house.
She'd flirt with her brother and father often when they were both at home. Some days at breakfast, she'd put her foot in his lap and would move her foot all over the front of their trousers.
Her father was always looking at her in the same kind of a way that he looked at her. He wondered if he was under her spell also. He was already aware that she was having sex with her own brother. But he'd never hint anything to her. He could guess that she was trying to seduce him too.
She was very pretty and she loved to flirt. When she came home from her college, she'd take off all her clothes and put on her tank top and would throw on a pair of skirt from her pajama set. She was practically sitting there naked.
Her breasts weren't small, so she really filled out her tank top. From what he could see, she had very long nipples. He tried not to look at her too much. Most of the time, he felt embarrassed that she was making him want her. She was his own daughter after all.
One such day, in the evening his Bouma, son and she went to the movies. Getting the house alone by themselves, his wife had fixed that hot threesome video of his Bouma, Beyan and Selim which her Bouma had given her two months ago and they watched it with great interest. His wife had bought a few bottles of wine that they both drank.
She was feeling frisky and played with his cock. She gave him a hand job while they watched that hot incestous lovemaking. Sadly, she became tired and went to bed. She didn't even give him head or fuck around like she had promised. He was left horny and hot and wanting to fuck.
Eventually, he fell asleep..... and he was dreaming of his daughter, Rishona. He often had dreams about her. He dreamt that she and her brother had come home early. She undressed and gave her brother a slow blow-job.
His daughter was very experienced and could deep throat her brother in one try. Her brother was impressed that she didn't gag. He was telling her slutty things which made her suck harder and faster. This pleased her brother very much. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing to him.
He ordered her to get onto his lap. She climbed on top of him easing herself slowly onto his cock. She fucked him and he was saying stuff to her. He grabbed onto her buttocks while she moved her cunt up and down over his hard dick.
She moaned and told him how big his cock was. He told her several times to say how much she loved it. She did whatever he told her to do. He was loving what she was doing to him.
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In real life, Sanjay and his daughter Rishona never had an inappropriate relationship. There was no inappropriate touching, no sexually explicit remarks, no obvious attempts on her part to seduce him. But very recently, she started wearing the various skimpy and see-through dresses in the house..... and naturally it compelled him to think her in different way.
She, attired in a short nightie, bending over the washing machine, exposing her sexy ass. She, reading in bed, with her nightie pulled to the tops of her full, creamy thighs. She, squatting down, using the vacuum cleaner hose to vacuum under furniture, wearing a short skirt. And she wasn't wearing panties. Images...... vivid, undeniably erotic and bothersome enough where he considers seeing a sex therapist.
Meanwhile, the dreams continue, dreams that he'd be embarrassed to reveal even to a sex therapist. So he drops that idea. In his most recent dream, he walks into his daughter's bedroom to find her dressed in a black Teddy, sitting on her bed, legs bent under her, with her pussy exposed.
'Rish, why are you wearing that?' he asks in which she answers, 'To turn you on, Bapi. Like it?'
Then he awakes to find himself nursing a huge boner that he doesn't hesitate to take care of, letting his imagination run wild. He extends the dream, imagining things that bring him to a quick climax, while leaving him ashamed at the same time.
In his dream, her brother told her to turn around and fuck his cock good. Her pussy was wet and made farting noises. He was loving this dream and didn't want to wake up. She had her hands on her knees, while she slapped down hard on his big dick.
She was getting fucked good. He was drilling into her hot pussy. Her boobs were bouncing up and down...... her nipples were long and hard. They just ached to be sucked. He was pulling at them while bucking up hard into her tight cunt. Sanjay was so horny and remembered taking his cock out of his pyjama and masturbating to this hot and horny dream he was having.
He dreamed of his daughter that night again.... she stood in front of him. Her boobs are bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched and licked. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She took a step back, and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts.
His journey of adoration finally rested on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. She lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer. He moved almost in a hypnotised state, his stiff boner leading him towards her, like a moth in a burning flame.
His hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s, and he tried to push her away. He woke up with a sudden gasp, sweating, the bed-cover bunch in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.
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In the next room, Rishona too was dreaming, but tonight it wasn't her brother. It was her handsome father, Sanjay. His hot breath against her neck as she responded to his manly and long thrusts. Her legs tighten around his waist. He pushed himself into her.
Her brother watched them having sex from the doorway, focusing his mobile to take photos of their taboo lovemaking. She beckoned her brother to come nearer; he obliged and stood beside her father, smiling at him. Her father convulsed within her, grinning at her brother.
She reached out to her brother, her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met. Her father ceased his fucking, melting away and then replaced by her brother. Her thighs gripped his waist, and she threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream.
Her passion-filled dream was shattered suddenly, making her wake with the bed cover clamped between her thighs. She grinned to herself; she sometimes thought of her father as she played with herself.
Actually Rishona felt that her brother had reached places which her boyfriends could only dream of. He had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before. She had seen the same type of outline of her father's dick through his pants like her brother as it hung down his leg.
'Bapi must be even more endowed than him, like son like father.' She thought, 'But hell, Why is it my father and not my brother? Maybe it’s their similar looks that creates a nasty effect in my subconscious mind. Again, Mamoni and I are pretty similar, so why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?’
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The next morning, Rishona got out of bed and opened her bedroom door. Her father walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching. She noticed his pyjama bulged at the fly, and she absent-mindedly licked her lips, looking at her father’s eyes seductively.
“Morning, Bapi, ” she said sunnily.
“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled, as he quickly dropped his hands to cover the bulge and to save his dignity. But she couldn’t un-see what had been seen.
She had seen it before, though...... she could clearly remember that day..... she’d opened the door to the bathroom while her father was sitting on the commode. His cock was in his right hand and his eyes screwed tight as he stroked himself towards climax.
She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy. Her hand instantly snaked under the hem of her nightie, and she felt her wetness. She closed the bathroom door and retreated to her bedroom. Her finger was not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself. That tingle was back as her father scurried to the bathroom, looking back at her. The door closed.
At breakfast, her father looked over the table at her. But she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The truth was, she was confused. Recently, she’d felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw his father.
She thought it might be her fascination with older people, they were gentler, calmer and more experienced. She felt different elsewhere when she looked at his crotch. Last night hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her father.
There had been a few more, which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch. But this was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her, even if the mind knew it was wrong. She decided to think it over properly, see how she felt in a week or two, and if anything happened after that, it was fate.
On the other hand, Sanjay tried hard to suppress his incestuous feelings about his daughter.... telling himself that he was her guardian, her protector and most of all, her biological father. The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong. His attraction to her was only because she had become a woman, so much like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.
For the next week, father and daughter both attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Rishona hoped that her father would walk in through the open door again while her brother pounded her. Orgasms ripped through as she felt her father’s eyes upon her in the doorway.
Sanjay, one night, watching TV with his wife, found it hard to concentrate. He fought to stay in his seat. He desperately wanted to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole of his daughter’s bedroom. He didn’t know that his wife was absent-mindedly stroking her labia.
Yes, the same was for Rituparna. That night, and every night after she watched her children have sex in her mobile which she had secretly taken that day without their knowledge, she would get horny and in need of a hard young cock. And she often dreamed about her son's wondrous dick doing to her daughter or Bouma. She could guess why her daughter was so attracted to her own brother.
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“Oh Bouma, Ankan..... come in,” One fine Sunday afternoon, Ankan's mother, Rituparna welcomed her son and daughter-in-law in her house with beaming eyes.
Ankan and his wife both rushed to his mother...... and touched her feet as the proud mother blessed them.... hugging one by one. After that, his official father smiled broadly and looked at his wife's baby-bump, holding her hand and kissing her cheeks as they filed past.
He watched his father's closeness with his four-month pregnant wife, feeling a little bit of excitement. He then looked at his mother and their eyes met with others. A wicked grin was playing in her face.... as her eyes moved down to his bulge..... and lick her lips sensually. He didn't know what he should do as a shiver ran through his body quickly.
During dinner, the conversation flowed like they’d been friends instead of son and daughter-in-law. Both couples looked so happy. The evening passed so quickly that they didn’t even notice it. However, at one point, Oishi noticed that Rishona was throwing her furtive glances at her father.
It wasn’t unnoticed by Ankan either. He smiled at her sister wickedly..... but Oishi was surprised. What’s going on with them?
After dinner, Rishona and her parents waved Ankan and Oishi from the front door as they drove away. Sanjay then detected the scent of his daughter’s recent arousal. She pressed herself against his back, waving her Dada and Boudi a hand over his shoulder.
The air was thick with pheromones. He could feel his cock stirring inside his pants. When he turned, his hand suddenly dropped, brushing past his daughter’s stiff nipple. She felt a tingle in her pussy as a spark leapt from his fingertip, electrifying her senses and causing her to shudder.
They looked at each other. He detected a burning hunger in his daughter’s eyes. It seemed like a lifetime. But the spell was broken by his wife, playfully slapping his bum.
She turned towards the stairs. “OK, I’m tired, and off to bed.”
“I’ll lock up down here, and I’ll be with you in a sec,” Sanjay replied, reaching past his twitching erection for the keys in his pocket.
“I’ll check if the windows are closed,” Rishona said, glancing at her father’s crotch and the prominent bulge in his pants.
Sanjay saw his daughter glance at his crotch as he looked down at her boobs, covered only in a thin T-Shirt. It seems her hard nipples tried to test the thin cotton and his resolve, daring him to reach out and touch them. His semi-hard cock jerked as she walked away, her shapely ass behind swaying hypnotically.
She caught up to him on the stairs and kissed him good night. His hand rested on her hip momentarily, both of them fighting the urge to kiss again. At the same time, they were fearing that the other would reject them, and were even afraid they would lose their control.
“Dear!” Rituparna called from the bedroom impatiently as the father-daughter parted with a guilty feeling. However, he couldn’t help himself, patting her bubble ass at the last moment. She hurried to her bedroom, as Rituparna once again called, “Are you coming to bed? I’m feeling lonely.”
“Good night, princess.” He whispered.
“Good night, Bapi, go to bed, it seems Mamoni is too horny to wait anymore,” She giggled, blowing him a kiss. He caught it and then disappeared into his own room, smiling, with a raging hard-on.
“Anything I should know about?” his wife asked curiously when he entered the bedroom.
“I thought you knew everything.” He said, sliding into bed next to his naked wife. She slid underneath the covers, finding him already hard. She licked his length.
“Im feeling extremely horny.” She said, quickly impaling herself on his hard cock.
"I can guess it," he grinned. "You were checking your son's crotch, I noticed it."
"Oh you naughty..... but you're also very hard," she smiled.
It might have been her imagination, but she could have sworn he was bigger and harder at that moment. She could guess it's reason; she smiled happily as she thought about her son's impressive bulge. Yes, it was Ankan's cock she was humping, and she cum instantly.
To be continued.
It began with dreams of his daughter in various stages of undress and then progressed into him becoming more involved in these nocturnal taboo goings on. The dreams began just after that incident i.e. knowing his children's perverted lust for other, and he has no doubt that single matter had ignited his taboo feeling.
If he had repressed anything, it was the way his daughter had pranced around the household in skimpy attire. What embarrassed him most was when his daughter caught him looking and then smiled with gratification. Quickly, he'd look away, ashamed and embarrassed. Nothing was said between them, nor did he ever bring it up to his wife or daughter.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Rishona was really coming into her figure. All at once, her small pert breasts blossomed into a much bigger cup size. Her ass became round and defined.... and her stomach became flatter. She was eighteen and aware of the effects she had on men. She was finished with college and now practiced dance while going to a co-ed college.
She was thrilled with her new figure. She blossomed later than most young girls. She liked when she was walking around in the neighborhood when cars honked and paid her attention. She liked when she was near a construction site where the labourers would whistle and call her cute names.
She liked when the scavenger or garbage men blew their horns at her. She was loving the attention she was gaining with her newly developed body. She was getting asked out on more dates and was happier than a clam. She loved to wear the smallest clothes around the house.
She'd flirt with her brother and father often when they were both at home. Some days at breakfast, she'd put her foot in his lap and would move her foot all over the front of their trousers.
Her father was always looking at her in the same kind of a way that he looked at her. He wondered if he was under her spell also. He was already aware that she was having sex with her own brother. But he'd never hint anything to her. He could guess that she was trying to seduce him too.
She was very pretty and she loved to flirt. When she came home from her college, she'd take off all her clothes and put on her tank top and would throw on a pair of skirt from her pajama set. She was practically sitting there naked.
Her breasts weren't small, so she really filled out her tank top. From what he could see, she had very long nipples. He tried not to look at her too much. Most of the time, he felt embarrassed that she was making him want her. She was his own daughter after all.
One such day, in the evening his Bouma, son and she went to the movies. Getting the house alone by themselves, his wife had fixed that hot threesome video of his Bouma, Beyan and Selim which her Bouma had given her two months ago and they watched it with great interest. His wife had bought a few bottles of wine that they both drank.
She was feeling frisky and played with his cock. She gave him a hand job while they watched that hot incestous lovemaking. Sadly, she became tired and went to bed. She didn't even give him head or fuck around like she had promised. He was left horny and hot and wanting to fuck.
Eventually, he fell asleep..... and he was dreaming of his daughter, Rishona. He often had dreams about her. He dreamt that she and her brother had come home early. She undressed and gave her brother a slow blow-job.
His daughter was very experienced and could deep throat her brother in one try. Her brother was impressed that she didn't gag. He was telling her slutty things which made her suck harder and faster. This pleased her brother very much. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing to him.
He ordered her to get onto his lap. She climbed on top of him easing herself slowly onto his cock. She fucked him and he was saying stuff to her. He grabbed onto her buttocks while she moved her cunt up and down over his hard dick.
She moaned and told him how big his cock was. He told her several times to say how much she loved it. She did whatever he told her to do. He was loving what she was doing to him.
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In real life, Sanjay and his daughter Rishona never had an inappropriate relationship. There was no inappropriate touching, no sexually explicit remarks, no obvious attempts on her part to seduce him. But very recently, she started wearing the various skimpy and see-through dresses in the house..... and naturally it compelled him to think her in different way.
She, attired in a short nightie, bending over the washing machine, exposing her sexy ass. She, reading in bed, with her nightie pulled to the tops of her full, creamy thighs. She, squatting down, using the vacuum cleaner hose to vacuum under furniture, wearing a short skirt. And she wasn't wearing panties. Images...... vivid, undeniably erotic and bothersome enough where he considers seeing a sex therapist.
Meanwhile, the dreams continue, dreams that he'd be embarrassed to reveal even to a sex therapist. So he drops that idea. In his most recent dream, he walks into his daughter's bedroom to find her dressed in a black Teddy, sitting on her bed, legs bent under her, with her pussy exposed.
'Rish, why are you wearing that?' he asks in which she answers, 'To turn you on, Bapi. Like it?'
Then he awakes to find himself nursing a huge boner that he doesn't hesitate to take care of, letting his imagination run wild. He extends the dream, imagining things that bring him to a quick climax, while leaving him ashamed at the same time.
In his dream, her brother told her to turn around and fuck his cock good. Her pussy was wet and made farting noises. He was loving this dream and didn't want to wake up. She had her hands on her knees, while she slapped down hard on his big dick.
She was getting fucked good. He was drilling into her hot pussy. Her boobs were bouncing up and down...... her nipples were long and hard. They just ached to be sucked. He was pulling at them while bucking up hard into her tight cunt. Sanjay was so horny and remembered taking his cock out of his pyjama and masturbating to this hot and horny dream he was having.
He dreamed of his daughter that night again.... she stood in front of him. Her boobs are bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched and licked. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She took a step back, and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts.
His journey of adoration finally rested on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. She lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer. He moved almost in a hypnotised state, his stiff boner leading him towards her, like a moth in a burning flame.
His hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s, and he tried to push her away. He woke up with a sudden gasp, sweating, the bed-cover bunch in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
In the next room, Rishona too was dreaming, but tonight it wasn't her brother. It was her handsome father, Sanjay. His hot breath against her neck as she responded to his manly and long thrusts. Her legs tighten around his waist. He pushed himself into her.
Her brother watched them having sex from the doorway, focusing his mobile to take photos of their taboo lovemaking. She beckoned her brother to come nearer; he obliged and stood beside her father, smiling at him. Her father convulsed within her, grinning at her brother.
She reached out to her brother, her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met. Her father ceased his fucking, melting away and then replaced by her brother. Her thighs gripped his waist, and she threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream.
Her passion-filled dream was shattered suddenly, making her wake with the bed cover clamped between her thighs. She grinned to herself; she sometimes thought of her father as she played with herself.
Actually Rishona felt that her brother had reached places which her boyfriends could only dream of. He had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before. She had seen the same type of outline of her father's dick through his pants like her brother as it hung down his leg.
'Bapi must be even more endowed than him, like son like father.' She thought, 'But hell, Why is it my father and not my brother? Maybe it’s their similar looks that creates a nasty effect in my subconscious mind. Again, Mamoni and I are pretty similar, so why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?’
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The next morning, Rishona got out of bed and opened her bedroom door. Her father walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching. She noticed his pyjama bulged at the fly, and she absent-mindedly licked her lips, looking at her father’s eyes seductively.
“Morning, Bapi, ” she said sunnily.
“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled, as he quickly dropped his hands to cover the bulge and to save his dignity. But she couldn’t un-see what had been seen.
She had seen it before, though...... she could clearly remember that day..... she’d opened the door to the bathroom while her father was sitting on the commode. His cock was in his right hand and his eyes screwed tight as he stroked himself towards climax.
She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy. Her hand instantly snaked under the hem of her nightie, and she felt her wetness. She closed the bathroom door and retreated to her bedroom. Her finger was not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself. That tingle was back as her father scurried to the bathroom, looking back at her. The door closed.
At breakfast, her father looked over the table at her. But she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The truth was, she was confused. Recently, she’d felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw his father.
She thought it might be her fascination with older people, they were gentler, calmer and more experienced. She felt different elsewhere when she looked at his crotch. Last night hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her father.
There had been a few more, which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch. But this was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her, even if the mind knew it was wrong. She decided to think it over properly, see how she felt in a week or two, and if anything happened after that, it was fate.
On the other hand, Sanjay tried hard to suppress his incestuous feelings about his daughter.... telling himself that he was her guardian, her protector and most of all, her biological father. The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong. His attraction to her was only because she had become a woman, so much like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.
For the next week, father and daughter both attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Rishona hoped that her father would walk in through the open door again while her brother pounded her. Orgasms ripped through as she felt her father’s eyes upon her in the doorway.
Sanjay, one night, watching TV with his wife, found it hard to concentrate. He fought to stay in his seat. He desperately wanted to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole of his daughter’s bedroom. He didn’t know that his wife was absent-mindedly stroking her labia.
Yes, the same was for Rituparna. That night, and every night after she watched her children have sex in her mobile which she had secretly taken that day without their knowledge, she would get horny and in need of a hard young cock. And she often dreamed about her son's wondrous dick doing to her daughter or Bouma. She could guess why her daughter was so attracted to her own brother.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Oh Bouma, Ankan..... come in,” One fine Sunday afternoon, Ankan's mother, Rituparna welcomed her son and daughter-in-law in her house with beaming eyes.
Ankan and his wife both rushed to his mother...... and touched her feet as the proud mother blessed them.... hugging one by one. After that, his official father smiled broadly and looked at his wife's baby-bump, holding her hand and kissing her cheeks as they filed past.
He watched his father's closeness with his four-month pregnant wife, feeling a little bit of excitement. He then looked at his mother and their eyes met with others. A wicked grin was playing in her face.... as her eyes moved down to his bulge..... and lick her lips sensually. He didn't know what he should do as a shiver ran through his body quickly.
During dinner, the conversation flowed like they’d been friends instead of son and daughter-in-law. Both couples looked so happy. The evening passed so quickly that they didn’t even notice it. However, at one point, Oishi noticed that Rishona was throwing her furtive glances at her father.
It wasn’t unnoticed by Ankan either. He smiled at her sister wickedly..... but Oishi was surprised. What’s going on with them?
After dinner, Rishona and her parents waved Ankan and Oishi from the front door as they drove away. Sanjay then detected the scent of his daughter’s recent arousal. She pressed herself against his back, waving her Dada and Boudi a hand over his shoulder.
The air was thick with pheromones. He could feel his cock stirring inside his pants. When he turned, his hand suddenly dropped, brushing past his daughter’s stiff nipple. She felt a tingle in her pussy as a spark leapt from his fingertip, electrifying her senses and causing her to shudder.
They looked at each other. He detected a burning hunger in his daughter’s eyes. It seemed like a lifetime. But the spell was broken by his wife, playfully slapping his bum.
She turned towards the stairs. “OK, I’m tired, and off to bed.”
“I’ll lock up down here, and I’ll be with you in a sec,” Sanjay replied, reaching past his twitching erection for the keys in his pocket.
“I’ll check if the windows are closed,” Rishona said, glancing at her father’s crotch and the prominent bulge in his pants.
Sanjay saw his daughter glance at his crotch as he looked down at her boobs, covered only in a thin T-Shirt. It seems her hard nipples tried to test the thin cotton and his resolve, daring him to reach out and touch them. His semi-hard cock jerked as she walked away, her shapely ass behind swaying hypnotically.
She caught up to him on the stairs and kissed him good night. His hand rested on her hip momentarily, both of them fighting the urge to kiss again. At the same time, they were fearing that the other would reject them, and were even afraid they would lose their control.
“Dear!” Rituparna called from the bedroom impatiently as the father-daughter parted with a guilty feeling. However, he couldn’t help himself, patting her bubble ass at the last moment. She hurried to her bedroom, as Rituparna once again called, “Are you coming to bed? I’m feeling lonely.”
“Good night, princess.” He whispered.
“Good night, Bapi, go to bed, it seems Mamoni is too horny to wait anymore,” She giggled, blowing him a kiss. He caught it and then disappeared into his own room, smiling, with a raging hard-on.
“Anything I should know about?” his wife asked curiously when he entered the bedroom.
“I thought you knew everything.” He said, sliding into bed next to his naked wife. She slid underneath the covers, finding him already hard. She licked his length.
“Im feeling extremely horny.” She said, quickly impaling herself on his hard cock.
"I can guess it," he grinned. "You were checking your son's crotch, I noticed it."
"Oh you naughty..... but you're also very hard," she smiled.
It might have been her imagination, but she could have sworn he was bigger and harder at that moment. She could guess it's reason; she smiled happily as she thought about her son's impressive bulge. Yes, it was Ankan's cock she was humping, and she cum instantly.
To be continued.
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