Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 23)

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In the morning Meera came much earlier than she usually comes to wake me up with a good morning hug

This time it was more than a   hug

It was my dick worship

 

she happily slept on my legs and took my lund and started playing with it. Now my lund has become play toy for her. She was licking, kissing and biting my lund and I relaxed on the bed simply enjoying the show.

After another 15 minutes, she got bored and perhaps felt angry on my lund for not cumming as she came to taste my hot cum. She got up and gave hot kiss on my lips and wished good morning and left

Around 8 AM, my angels got ready to go to sch ool.

I entered their room, seeing my little daughter Ria in her cute sch ool frock, my lund got up. It didn’t get a release from Meera and now its itching for some action

 

I couldn’t hold back and lifted her and put on the study table, and pulled her sch ool frock up and I buried my face in her crocth from behind and I was eating her freshly bathed pussy over her panty. Meera was simply watching as she was looking at watch, sch ool bus may come any time.

I didn’t care for the bus and after I tore opened her panty , I took my fully erect lund and was about to hit her pussy from back with my thick lund. Meera was shocked, she thought she is the one who is going to get invaded first, but my eyes are on my little angel and I didn’t think anymore and pushed my lund forcefully into her wet tight pussy.. Ria cried with pain, just for few seconds and my lund is doing magic inside her pussy and she turned back and looking into my eyes was crying in joy, I lunged forward and kissed her lips.. I was pushing hard and she also started pushing her crotch back to reverse fuck me

“PAPA… OHHHH… SO GOODD…. DON’T STOPPPPP,… AHHHHH… HMMMM… MORE FASTER…UFFFF.. ITS SO GOOD.. YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKED ME LONG BACK PAPA… AHHH…THAT DAY WHEN I DIDN’T LISTEN TO YOU AND RAISED MY VOICE.. YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT THIS THICK LUND IN MY MOUTH AND MOUTH FUCKED ME… AHHHH…. I NEEVR THOUGHT… THIS WILL BE SO GOODD… SORRY AKKAAA….. PAPA IS MINE.. YOU GO BACK TO YOUR BOY FRIEND… PAPA IS MY BOY FRIEND.. I AM THE ONE AND ONLY GIRL FRIEND TO HIM… AHHHH… FUCKKKKK… SOO,… I AM CUMMMMIMGGGGG… AHH… GODDDD… WHAT SHOUD I DO… AHHHHA… PAPA… COME THIS…. I NEED TO PISS…. AHHH,,, FEWWWW… I AM CUMMING AND PISSING AT SAME TIEM… AHHH.. THANKS PAPA.. OPEN YOUR MOUTH… AHHH… TAKE MY PEE…. OOOHHHH.. DRINK IT… AHHH… PUT SOME … IN MY MOUTH…. HMMMM.. SO TASTY…. HAAAHHHAH.. NOW… GO BACK… FUCKKKKK ME AGAIN… AHHHH..UFFF… SLOWLY… AHHH… HMM.. LIKE THAT… EVERY DAY FUCKKKK ME IN MY SCH OOL DRESS…ITS SO KINKY.. YOU CAN DROP ME IN YOUR CARRRRRR… AHHHH… AKKAAA…. YOU FUCKKKK PAPA AFTER COMING FROM SCH OOLLLL,,,, I AM A GOOD GIRL… NOT LIKE YOU… MAKING PAPA UNHAPPY… AHHHH..”

THAPAK THAPAK THAPAK… DHADDDDD…DHADDDDD… THAPAK THAPAK… DHADDDDD…DHADDDDD…
THAPAK THAPAK… DHADDDDD…DHADDDDD…

I was at my peak and was not a match to this little slut and these angels know how to please a man and make him their slave. I came hard .. so much.. on her ass.. on her back… I wiped my cum with her sch ool frock and pulled her torn panty up and adjusted her messy hair and literally pushed her away from home, she could make it to the bus some how. Meera went early and asked driver bro to wait for her little sister to come

 

it was Meera’s turn to get her due after she came back from sch ool, now I had this fantasy to fuck these little angels in their sch ool uniform.

Suresh, that’s how I made sure my daughters never went after boys wasting their time and spoil their character outside and instead they treated me like their loving boy friend and started making me happy.


 

Suresh, if you are hesitating what is the cut off age for the girls to be close to boys, there is no specific answer and I learnt that from my younger one that I was probably a year late as she knew by then what to expect from boys and also she was observing from her akka’s life what to expect from boy friend. Thank god I didn’t do same mistake with Ria like Meera.  When we finally made it a threesome affair, it was always the younger one who is more energetic and would always want to do experiments.

Priya beti, hope this is useful to you and I am sure I did the right thing with my daughters

Pramod stopped his narration.

Papa and I were thinking, how happy Pramod uncle is with his daughters and the brave step he took at the right time

Even as papa and I were in our thoughts, I saw the younger one got up from sleep and took her dad to her bed and uffff.. she is such a sex maniac, within a minute she was on top of uncle and started raiding him hard

 

This is the incident which influenced my mind and thinking that I am not too young for this. The previous incident made me think papa would be my first love and this incident made me think I am ready for this.

That’s how and when it all started Manju. Hope this answered your questions

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Now going back to Malavika, Abhi thread..

After Abhi completed his story, Malavika took Abhi’s head onto her chest and caressing his back said “beta.. I am the reason you lost your mom.. I will be now your mom. Whatever you mom did to you I will continue that and Abhi, I will help you come out of your issues. Trust me. I came here to help you and Akki. I didn’t come to sleep with my ex lover and your dad Arvind. Yes, I still love him and now that he is without a woman in his life, I would fill that role, as his wife and your mom. You may ask I am already a wife to another man, that’s true but being wife doesn’t literally mean a legal wife. I will do everything to your dad like your deceased mom, ok..”, the way she is caressing him and making him comfortable, Abhi felt happy.

He lifted his head up and looking into Malavika’s eyes said “aunty.. sorry.. mom, I am so happy now that I am not thinking about my deceased mom and I have a new mom.. similar caring and loving mom. I love you mom.. you have two husbands like you told. No.. that’s wrong, you have three loving husbands now”, he started kissing her cheeks and crushing her soft boobs over her night dress… such a cute , loving boy he is, Malavika is vert happy

She always wanted a son since her daughter moves so close with her dad I felt if I have a son then he would have been moving so closely with me as his sister is with their dad.. now that Abhi came to her life, she didn’t want to miss that chance. Treating him like her son and making him feel like my husband.. a funny thought

 

After a steamy romantic session with his new mom, he soon melted in the magic hands of his now mom.. uffff the way this new mom touched and caressed his pulsating small tender dick, it caved in meekly but giving him extreme pleasure that he never got from his deceased mom also.. perhaps the excitement of finding a new mom is too much to him. just with her few fingers she made him cum..

She licked his mess along with her son.. the treatment started.. again..

(.) (.)

Malavika had to go to her village for couple of days to attend some urgent work



Akki, who was watching TV, absolutely adored the song that’s going on. Having returned from sch ool and finished her homework, she was now waiting for her father. Her mother had suddenly rushed out of town  while her brother Abhi was in his room, working on his homework.

*Tring-tring* went the doorbell. Realizing it must be her father, she bounded excitedly toward the door and threw it open. And indeed, it was him.

"Daddy!" she cried out, stretching her arms upward, asking to be picked up. Locking the door behind him, he scooped Akki—his darling daughter—into his arms, showered her with kisses, and walked inside. She had just bathed and freshened up; her hair was neatly combed into a ponytail, adorned stylishly with jasmine flowers. With kohl lining her eyes and her eyebrows lightly filled in with a pencil, she looked charming in a sleeveless, knee-length frock. Having dusted herself with Pond's powder and dressed herself with meticulous care, she now clung happily to her father's side.

No matter how many problems Arvind faced outside, he would forget them all the moment he returned home—for there were problems within the house that dwarfed the ones outside. He was currently taking steps toward finding a solution to these domestic issues. Recently, a glimmer of hope had emerged, instilling in him a firm conviction that a resolution was finally within reach.

"Daddy! I got even higher marks this time than I did last time!" his daughter announced proudly, her eyes sparkling with delight. Gazing at her with sheer rapture, he planted a kiss on her cheek and replied, "That’s great! I knew it all along, my darling—I knew my precious girl would pass with a First Class this time!" 



Just then, with his shorts slipping down and snot dripping from his nose... Seeing Abhi running towards him, he scooped him up on his other side as well. "What's this? Your nose is running... wipe it off... use my shirt," he said. When Abhi reached to wipe it with his own shirt, his father stopped him, saying, "I have to take a bath anyway, so just wipe it on my shirt." Abhi agreed and wiped his runny nose against the collar of his father's shirt.

"Dad... I got good marks in my section too! One mark more than my sister!" he announced proudly, sticking his tongue out at his sister to tease her.

"That's not true, Dad! He cheated! That's the only reason he got higher marks," Akki complained.

"Don't believe her, Dad! *She* was the one who cheated last time—not me! Look, I'm still working on my homework, but *she's* just sitting there watching TV!" Abhi retorted.

Setting them both down, their father said, "If you two keep fighting like this, I'm cutting ties with both of you!" The two of them laughed and replied, "Dad... whether we fight or argue, we're still brother and sister!"

As he headed inside, Arvind said, "Alright, I'm going to go take a bath." Akki asked, "Dad, I've turned on the geyser; should I draw your hot water?" He replied, "Akki, why go to all that trouble? You just keep watching TV. I'll be out in a flash," and stepped into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he emerged ready—wearing only a lungi and with his hair combed—and walked into the living room. He didn't have the habit of wearing a vest while at home; he usually only wore tight-fitting ones at the gym. After wearing shirts all day long... once he gets home, he takes them off and leaves his torso bare, letting his body breathe.

When he sits on the sofa, both children climb onto his lap—one on each side. With the TV muted, and inhaling the fragrant scent of jasmine wafting from Akki's hair, he asks, "Akki, where did you get these jasmine flowers? They smell wonderful!"

She turns her head back slightly and replies, "Dad... you love jasmine flowers, don't you? That's why I got them."

Abhi immediately chimes in with a complaint: "Dad... remember what you told us? You said we shouldn't open the door for any strangers who knock, right? But she opened the door when the flower-seller boy knocked!"

Arvind looks a bit alarmed and says, "Akki, I told you not to let just anyone into the house like that!"



She puts on a tearful face and pleads, "Dad... I only opened the door because I knew you loved jasmine flowers. I'm sorry, Dad... I promise I won't ever do that again." She looked so distressed; all that was missing were the actual tears.

Arvind placed his hand on his daughter's tummy and stroked it gently as he explained, "It's alright, dear... Remember how you had a nightmare the other day about a 'boogeyman'? You were scared all day long after that. A 'boogeyman' is someone who tries to frighten us. You must never let strange men into the house... they can be just like boogeymen."

Akki nodded in agreement. "Okay, Dad... He really did look like a boogeyman. I felt scared when he looked at me in that creepy way... and Brother wasn't even home at the time." "When the flower boy was peeking in tentatively, as if checking to see if anyone was home... I feigned a bit of anger and asked, 'Hey, why are you looking like that? My dad is inside. He happens to be a gym trainer—if he lands just one blow, you’ll end up in the hospital for a month!' When I threatened him with this lie, he got scared and ran away. He didn't even take any money. So, these flowers were actually free!" As she recounted this story, rolling her eyes wide like a little child, Arvind found it absolutely delightful.


Arvind leaned forward, inhaling the fragrance of the jasmine flowers in Akki's hair, and said in a dreamy tone, "When did you buy this frock? It looks really nice—that floral design, the cotton fabric... it fits you perfectly." Blushing slightly, she lifted her arm to show him. "Look, Dad! It's sleeveless, too. Mom said that wearing clothes like this while at home keeps you hygienic and prevents sweating. This was Mom's choice!" As she spoke, her tender, smooth, and immaculately clean armpit—framed by her rounded shoulders and ponytail—looked incredibly beautiful. Pressing her armpit against her father's face, she asked, "See, Dad? It doesn't even smell of sweat, does it?"




Arvind felt a strange sensation... making soft clicking sounds of sympathy, he planted a kiss on that spot on her side and murmured, "Yes, dear... that looks nasty." Akki leaned her entire weight onto her father's chest, wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, and nestled her head against him so that the jasmine flowers in her hair brushed against his nose.



Arvind slid his left arm around her back, let his hand drift down to her thighs, and stroked them gently.



He then pulled Abhi—who was sitting on his other side—closer and asked, "Hey, Abhi... are you still playing that wretched cricket?" Hanging his head, the boy replied, "Sorry, Dad... I only played it once, a long time ago. After that, Mom told me to stop, so I quit. Besides, after everything that happened, why would I ever play it again, Dad?" Arvind planted a kiss on his son's cheek and said, "Good boy. That was a really nasty injury you got, wasn't it? I can truly understand how much pain you must have been in back then. Here, let me see your little 'bell' for a moment... let's check if the wound has healed yet."



Still sitting in his father's lap, the boy shyly pulled his shorts down just a little to reveal his tiny member. It had been six months since that cricket ball had struck him right near his genitals, yet the dark bruise mark was still clearly visible. Gazing down at his injured member, and clutching his father tightly, he said, "Dad... it was that girl from Mumbai—Fatima—who caused this injury to my little brother. She threw the ball deliberately, aiming it right at that spot. I'm going to invite her over to our house sometime... when she comes, please give her four hard lashes with your belt right on her backside. That will teach her..." "She acts so stuck-up just because her butt is really perky!" she says, rolling her eyes like spinning wheels.

Smiling, Arvind plants a kiss on Akki's forehead and says, "That’s not right, dear... just because she did something like that, it doesn't mean we should do the same."

Abhi pulls his shorts up high and covers his crotch.

Arvind kisses Abhi on the forehead and pulls him a little closer. Meanwhile, wrapping an arm around Akki's waist and stroking her thighs, he notices her looking completely entranced. Sucking on her thumb, she rests her head against her father's chest and gazes dreamily at her brother sitting opposite her. At the sight of his little sister's gaze, Abhi feels a stirring in his own little manhood; he remembers how much he used to enjoy it when his sister would occasionally play "Mommy and Daddy" games with him.

Arvind buries his face in Akki's hair, inhaling deeply. "Akki... do you have any jasmine flowers left? They smell wonderful... they really suit you," he murmurs, as he slowly begins to slide her frock up her thighs. Sensing his intent, she cleverly pulls one leg back and bends it slightly, causing the frock to slide all the way up her body. Abhi catches a glimpse of her pink panties. Lifting her head to look into her father's eyes, she recounts her story as if she had just achieved a great victory: "There are still plenty left in the fridge! After I scared that flower-boy, he was about to run away and leave his basket behind—so I cleverly swiped about four cubits' worth of flowers for myself, and *then* I called out, 'Hey, flower-boy! Don't forget to take your basket with you!'"

Amused by her story, Arvind leans forward slightly and gently pinches her cheeks... He gives a playful nip and says, "You little mischief-maker!"

Lately, he has started chatting with the children—patiently listening to what they did that day—and showering them with kisses. Arvind, who was previously always consumed by his gym routine, realized the error of his ways and changed his habits. In the past, after finishing at the gym, he would head straight to a bar or a friend's house to hang out, returning home late at night. By the time he arrived, the children would already be fast asleep. Although he loved his wife, Malvika, his inability to break his old habits had, in a way, caused her considerable distress. However, following a massive argument with his wife recently, he completely turned over a new leaf. He has transformed into the perfect family man.

The children, too, are delighted by this change in their father. Previously, they used to be terrified just at the sight of him; they were intimidated by his imposing, rugged physique—which made him look like a giant—and by the stern tone of his voice. But things are different now. Their love and respect for their father have grown immensely. Moreover, there was the humiliation they were enduring at college—having failed the tenth grade twice, and with their bodies failing to grow despite their advancing age—coupled with the constant teasing from their peers. 

On the other hand, their father would often come home late and pick fights with their mother. It was only recently that a change had begun to take place in their father, offering a respite from this difficult situation. Consequently, trust in their father had blossomed within those innocent young hearts; the very children who once kept him at arm's length now refused to let him out of their sight.