Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 25)

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My wife Pragathi works as a teacher in nearby sch ool. She is very hot and has many fans in her class, topping the list is our own son Arjun.  Arjun forgets the teacher is his mom and sometimes along with his friends he passes vulger comments on her which she enjoys a lot. Pragathi knows Arjun is not good at studies and also not well mannered, but like all moms she has blind love on her son.  Parents should love their kids but having blind love ignoring their mistakes, sins , ill manners is actually doing wrong to them than right



I also love my daughter but that’s mainly because she does two things that I strongly believe every girl should do. One is to study well and be independent and two is to love her family and stay away from bad boys and seek similar love from her family.. be it siblings or parents.. since her bro is a rowdy type boy she doesn’t like him at all.

One day I came home early at around 4 PM. I didn’t announce I am coming home. I have a spare key and went inside. As I was about to enter my room, I heard some noise from Arjun room. The door was slightly opened, I peeped inside to see my wife Pragathi beating my son Arjun. With a whiplash !!!  I was shocked as both were naked and my son was on the floor begging his mom and licking her feet. Pragathi with her face red was furious and was shouting “you son of a bitch.. how dare you tell your friend to fuck me… I am not a whore.. you fuck me, I am ok.. but not your friend”

I couldn’t stand there for a second, I quietly came out of my house and went to nearby tea stall and lit a cigarette… I couldn’t digest what I saw at home. I know Pragathi is little bit advanced and modern thinking but doing such things with her own son ? we will only see such scenes in porn movies.  I loitered around for some time and came home at normal time.

At dinner table I noticed Pragathi and Arjun behaving normally. Smitha as usual is in her own world.. thinking about studies, studies and studies

After couple of days I was curious what the mom and son must be doing at home. I saw Pragath’s online status, it was showing away since 30 min, so I thought she must have gone home. So I also left early and reached home at 4 PM. With my spare key I went inside. As I was about to enter my room, I tried to peep in Arjun’s room, nobody was inside. I was disappointed a bit and about to go to my room, then heard the noise!!!

This time its from Smitha’s room. I went towards her room and peeped in . It was Tulasi who was sharing a joke with my daughter Smitha. I was very happy seeing Tulasi since she is the one who always helps my daughter in every issue. I went in without tapping the door as I have that much closeness with her. After going in only I noticed Tulasi was in just bra and her black petticoat, I couldn’t notice that before entering the room

After seeing me Tulasi’s face lit up and without bothering for not wearing her top, she jumped on me and hugged me tight and started crying. I was shocked seeing her crying, , meanwhile Smitha also got up and came and hugged me and said “papa, Tulasi failed in her exams, she is afraid her parents may scold her, that’s why she ran away from home after seeing the results.”

I held Tulasi’s hand in my both hands and looking into her eyes said “ran away from home for such a silly reason ? you are such a nice girl, studies is not every thing. You can do well in life as you have common sense. Anyway don’t worry I will convince your parents.. by the way why are you like this dear ? any way you are looking cute in this white transparent bra”. This is the boldest statement I ever gave in my life to any girl. After seeing Pragathi, Arjun, I decided to switch gears.

Then Tulasi realized that she was not wearing bra and she felt shy and tried to cover her boobs with her hands. I lifted her chin up and told her “honey.. you are now almost looking same as Smitha even though you are one year younger”. My eyes got locked on her big boobs. Without any shame I was scanning her body.. right in front of my daughter.. so shameless I was

Tulasi closing her eyes with her hands told in shivering voice “uncle.. you can remove my petticoat also”

I was shocked !!!  so is Smitha

I looked at Smitha asking her what to do… she signalled to me to go ahead and do that.. I really don’t know why Tulasi was asking me to remove her petticoat. She was never like this.. always polite, smiling .. at times she is mischievous but in limits. But why she is already in just bra and petticoat ? questions later, first do what she says. If it was Smitha, I should have thought so much, but for Tulasi why so much thinking ? she always has this innocent way of teasing me with her developing beauty which has some kind of believability  as she grew up in rural side mostly

I bent down to reach her nada.. the thread that held her black petticoat hugging her  shapely ass cheeks  which are already bulging. As my hands touched her waist, I noticed she is no more a little girl, she has fully grown up now and has what it takes to raise any dick.. cute face, attractive tits, curvaceous mid riff and thick thighs, shapely ass cheeks.. more importantly innocent looks

I pulled the one end of the thread and the petticoat fell down in a heap. My eyes got locked on her triangle covered by her pink transparent panty. With her pussy lips shape clearly visible and the tender  and soft light black hair strands pocking out of her thin panty, I was amazed how fast the girls grow.. the smoothness of her inner thighs and attractive pussy shape covered rather loosely in her pink panty which I now remember that I gave her as gift in her last visit for helping my daughter, I was still thinking she is the same little tiny girl climbing on my stomach and playing with my moustache and pinching my nose and playing with me while I try to tickle her at waist and all sensitive parts of her body.. she would laugh, jump, hit me, cuddle me, hug me begging me to stop while I try to touch her tender tits involuntarily and feel her soft ass cheeks. 



Whenever I accidentally touch her small tiny cute tits, she would give a naughty look and scold me you are a bad uncle.. but that’s just a cute warning but I know who much she likes this bad uncle.  She would enjoy playing with me on my bed, fighting with pillow, jumping on the bed and doing all kinds of tantrums that would tickle my nerves.. I get some kind of sweet pain.. something that would linger for a long time even after she leaves. I never thought of seeking such playful act from my daughter as I don’t want to divert her focus from studies

Holding both the cute angels on my stomach with their cheeks rubbing my cheeks, I realized Smitha is trying to throw away her inhibitions taking a cue from her more daring friend. The way she is hugging me from other side and looking at me shyly in her new cotton flowery sleeveless summer top and body hugging thigh level denim shorts I was shocked.. first of all she would never come early from sch ool and secondly this kind of dress she wears very rarely.

Sensing my thoughts, Smitha told “papa, I came early from sch ool after getting call from Tulasi. No, she didn’t run away from home due to her low marks.. that was a lie to tease you.. she came here to seek some happiness and peace from you papa.. Tulasi, why don’t you tell yourself ?”

I was shocked.. so this is all a trap ? 

   

“uncle, I came here to spend some time with you. Why suddenly this ? I always come to see my friend, but this time I came to see you uncle. Why ? uncle, my drunkard papa has introduced some new taste to me.. initially I was resisting.. but slowly as the taste sank in, I started liking it. Yes, he is a bad Papa.. drunkard.. beating my mom.. but still he is my Papa .. he is the one who brought me to this earth. His weakness is drinking but not family. 



Recently he started pulling my mom to my room and lift her sari and put his rather limp dick in her itching pussy and make few moves and slip away.. with his dangling dick wet with his and mom’s juices.. he would look at me and smile and go away.. initially I used to cry.. but my mom consoled me to simply watch and ignore.. any resistance will only make him more bold. I understood her logic, i felt pity for mom as she was not satisfied with papa’s one minute show.. drinking has reduced his stamina.

I got an idea.. I told this to mom.. initially she scolded me but then that’s the only way to bind us together.. us means three of us.  So one day while getting ready to sch ool, I was taking bath, I shouted at mom to give me towel.. as planned, mom told papa to help me get ready to sch ool..  papa came with towel and knocked my bathroom door, I have fully opened the door to take the towel.. he was expecting me to just put my hand out with slightly opened door.. needless to say I was fully naked and I saw papa’s face brightened.. I smiled.. he smiled.. I took the towel and came out to the room and started drying myself… papa was shocked .. I took my sch ool uniform and turned other side and wore it.. I thought papa will leave.. but he was still in the room looking at me.. he is not drunk now but the desire in his eyes is visible.

That night mom got a violent fuck from papa as told by mom

Next day while getting ready for sch ool, I slightly kept my bath room door open.. I saw papa coming in and lieing on my bed and looking at me. He saw me getting ready and smiled at me. I got ready..  my bus time was up, I said bye to both mom and papa and came out.  

After a minute I realized I forgot my lunch box, so I came back to my house.. the door was not closed , I went in and saw papa ducking mom on the sofa itself.. I was shocked seeing that… so he really got heated up seeing me getting ready to sch ool ?  I quietly took my lunch box and came out

So this was my regular routine.. seducing papa to get hard on and fuck my mom.. after a couple of weeks, mom told me she is on periods..

That day in the morning papa came to my room as usual.. saw me taking bath and getting dressed.. as soon as I wore my sch ool uniform, papa came behind me and stood for a while.. so close that I can feel his breath.. he was hesitant … to even touch me.. I turned my head back and smiled at him.. his nerves relaxed a bit and I could see the smile on his face too. 

He gently kissed me on my naked neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.. I just wore my panty and bra by then.. papa felt my soft stomach and moved himself more closer and now I can feel his manhood touching my buttocks. I involuntarily pushed my ass back hitting his bulge and completely turned towards him and said “papa.. time is up.. sch ool bus may come any time”

Papa with a disappointed face moved back and went to his room.. I felt happy as papa is slowly listening to me.. instead of forcing himself on me

But my softness and provocation is taken in a different way by papa which I felt next day.. but by then my mind also started accepting him.. so his rudeness is welcome now.. as he took me to a different world altogether

Uncle, don’t scold me after hearing this.. but I was completely surrendered to my papa who slowly is reducing his alcohol content also.. you can say this is kind of return gift by me to him.. drunkard.. no no.. not any more… beating mom.. not any more

Next day was a game changer in my life.. I was stuck by the desire, love, rudeness of papa.



Papa woke me up early in the morning, lifted me onto his cock in the '69' position, and made me suck it; he fed me his semen and urine until I was full, and he drank my juices and urine too. I was shocked and couldn’t understand whats happening.. but whatever is happening is giving me good feeling.

Afterward, he carried me straight to the bathroom, where we finished our morning routine one after the other, chatting as usual. While bathing—playing along with his mood—he noticed the pain in my eyes; he dried me off, carried me naked to the dining table, and served me idli. After eating with him, while he was discussing with mom my insatiable lust, he told me, "Go get dressed quickly, you slut... you'll be late for sch ool." I agreed, affectionately kissed his cock, and obediently went to my room. I put on white panties and a petticoat, tucked my shirt into my skirt, fastened my belt, hung my ID card around my neck, grabbed my sch ool bag, and returned to Papa.

As I approached him to leave for sch ool, Papa—who always got aroused seeing me in my sch ool uniform—hugged me again and boldly went for a passionate kiss, something he usually avoided to keep my makeup intact. He pressed his erect cock—visible through his dhoti—against my pussy and devoured my lips hungrily, leaving my face smeared with saliva. It felt strange... yet I cooperated in sheer astonishment as Papa held me with intense passion, kneading my breasts with both hands. Unable to hold back any longer—thinking, "Let whatever happens, happen"—I slumped against him, fully yielding to the moment. While he held me like a lover and kissed me deeply, he lifted me onto a study table that was the perfect height for my pussy to align with his waist. 



He stood between my legs and pulled me firmly toward him so that his cock—bulging prominently beneath his dhoti—pressed directly against me. Perhaps because I was wearing a knee-length sch ool uniform skirt, it rode up on its own, exposing my thighs; his cock then thrust hard against me, pushing past my tucked-in shirt and the barrier of the dhothi to strike right at my panties. The gasp that escaped me mingled with his own heavy breathing. Witnessing his intensity, I thought, "My life as a virgin ends here... it’s as if they all conspired and set an auspicious time for my deflowering... I’m done with sch ool now..." and I clung to him with even greater desire.

Sensing he didn't need to hold me quite so tightly anymore, he leaned me back slightly; grasping my breasts—still covered by my shirt—with both hands, he kneaded them gently while pulling me closer... and as if seeking support, one hand... Leaning back against the bench, I pressed my pussy firmly against his cock; I arched my chest to make my breasts easily accessible to his hands, and while holding his neck and locking lips in a passionate kiss—perhaps sensing I was fully ready—he untied his dhoti and tossed it aside. 

 

With his cock standing rigid like a tent-pole inside his drawer, he began to sway slowly, grinding against my pussy right over my panties. Instinctively, I lifted my legs to set the perfect position for him. He picked up the pace, squeezing my breasts with wild intensity, and I swayed in rhythm with his movements—panties still in the way. Even with the drawer acting as a barrier, he pressed hard all over my pussy, driving me wild; as I thrust my hips toward him, I climaxed again, gushing fluids even without actual penetration.

As my sweat-drenched body began to cool, I broke the kiss and leaned back on my hands, smiling at him with a look of admiration and satisfaction. He gazed into my eyes with unquenched desire, squeezing my breasts and grinding against me rapidly, before finally whispering, "Thank you, my dear... I love you..." and ejaculating right into his drawer while kissing me again. Then, laying me down fully on the bench and leaning over me, Papa kissed my breasts right over my shirt for a while—acting with a freedom I hadn't seen before.

As he pulled me close and finished off—thrusting against my pussy and imagining he was actually fucking it—I felt a new kind of thrill; realizing his sticky fluids were seeping from his underwear onto my own wet panties, I cooperated with even more enthusiasm. Looking up at him with satisfaction and love, I said, "I love you too, papa... you really nailed it today... it felt exactly like being properly fucked." He then unzipped his fly, tossed his underwear aside, and guided his cock to my mouth as if asking me to clean it.

My white panties—which covered my buttocks and extended down to my thighs—were soaked with our fluids and clung tightly to my body; realizing the outline of my pussy was likely visible, I spread my thighs wide to give him a better view while I thoroughly sucked and cleaned his cock. Sensing his cock beginning to stir and harden again from the touch of my mouth, he quickly pulled it away, lifted me up, turned me around so my buttocks faced him, and held me close in an embrace.

As I turned to look at papa—who was fondling my breasts with one hand while pressing the other over my skirt against my pussy—he planted a kiss on my lips and asked, "You'll be late for sch ool, and I'll be late for my work... is that okay?" Gazing into his eyes like a heartbroken lover, I replied, "It doesn't matter to me, Papa... because the love and pleasure I find with you mean more to me than anything else. Unless, of course, you have things more important than my happiness—in which case, you could just hand me over to those jerks at my sch ool who are constantly plotting to devour me..." I said this with a hint of reproach, unhappy at the thought of him leaving me behind when I was hoping he might finally take my virginity.

Papa gripped my breasts tighter and passionately fondled my pussy, asking, "Didn't I just finish loving you so tenderly? Tell me, what more do you want?" As he looked into my eyes as if searching for something, I stared back steadily and said, "I want it again and again, Papa... Besides, you only did it superficially... are you actually fucking me? You just keep raising my hopes... you make me feel innocent, finish halfway, and then send me away saying it's enough... is that fair of you?" Perhaps I had asked a bit too harshly...

Looking at me even more intently, he said, "Don't you want to study? Huh... do you just want the cock? What about your future?" as he lifted my skirt and pressed against my pussy right over my panties... As he held me firmly and questioned me—while heat radiated from my pussy and flushed my cheeks—I blurted out the truth: 

  

"Even with all this going on, and amidst all this confusion, I’m still first in my class, Papa. Missing sch ool for just one day won't hurt; I’ll cover the syllabus myself. Please, just fuck me. If you stop halfway like this, I don't want my education or my future anymore. And so what if I don't have an education? I’ll just become a whore like Mom—I am a woman, after all."