Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 30)

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Tulasi completed her narration. I and Smitha were shocked hearing her story but immediately Tulasi poured cold water on hot fire. She said “uncle, whatever I narrated is a dream I got recently, not the reality. I wish it was true and my papa fucked me like that, but I was not that fortunate with my papa , that’s why I came here to spend some time with you uncle.. I know you like me a lot but there is this hesitation in you that I noticed that kept you away from feeling my love without any inhibition..”

By then both the girls were on me and I was lying on the bed hugging both the angels tightly and I interrupted Tulasi and replied “dear.. yes you are right, many times I held back whenever you or my daughter gave me hug and played with me pinching, hugging, titillating my senses, I saw your budding beauties and admired seeing your perky little pops through your transparent tops without wearing any innerwere.. girls, it was so tough for me to just see and admire and not do anything.. not even touch them..

you guys were so amazing and mesmerizing I was lost in your tender, budding, innocent looks.. in fact in your last visit Tulasi, I tested myself standing in your bed room, just looking at you both sleeping.. with my dick fully erect and mind you I couldn’t control my leak and very few times the dick leaks and ejaculates without touching it. Unless you are so much excited it wont happen.. when I was pulsating and ejaculating , Pragathi aunty saw me and took me to our bed room and said, “Honey, I know how much you love these dolls , I also know its too early to do anything to them but I cant see you frustrating like this, but atleast I will make them sleep on our bed and you can feel them, hugging, tucking and feeling their cute titties.. nothing wrong darling”.



I really wanted to make you roll over on your stomach and put my pulsating dick between your inner thighs and do a dry fuck with you pushing your ass back asking for more.. that’s something like a win win situation for us.. but then I couldn’t gather courage.. now hearing this narration from you I should  not delay it any more..Smitha baby, what you say ?”



Smitha thought for a while and told “papa, problem is you still think we are kids and we don’t know anything .. yes, I was studious but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings like other girls of my age, its just that I may not express explicitly and also was afraid of telling to parents.. I will narrate one incident which will make you realize we are not kids like you still think and we do have feelings and we do know many things what parents do.. this is about our neighbors.. let me narrate this”

Smitha started telling …


Wearing a newly stitched knee length silk frock and a matching silk blouse, I went over to the neighbors' house carrying chocolates to give to the uncle and aunt. As soon as I arrived, I called out "Aunty, Aunty" and walked right into their bedroom, where the uncle was sitting on the bed reading the newspaper. As soon as he saw me walk into the room wearing new clothes...

"Come here... what's the occasion? Is it your birthday today? Oh my... I completely forgot... What are those chocolates in your hand? Bring them here," Uncle said, familiarly taking the chocolates from my hand. "Aunty is taking a bath; it's almost time for her to leave for the work... I'll take the chocolates... Come here," he said, pulling me onto his lap with easy familiarity.



Uncle and Aunty had lived next door for the past seven years and had doted on me since I was little. Because I was so comfortable and free in their home—and because Aunty wasn't in the room at that moment—I, too, settled onto Uncle's lap without a second thought or hesitation. Uncle was a medical representative, and Aunty worked at a bank.

The reason I mentioned Aunty's absence is that, lately, as I’ve been growing up, Aunty has started objecting when Uncle lifts me up or seats me on his lap like he used to. Moreover, if Uncle takes even the slightest liberty, she immediately scolds him, saying, "Smitha isn't a little child anymore; don't go acting silly like that."

That is why Uncle doesn't touch me when Aunty is around. But when Aunty isn't there, he often keeps me on his lap and chats with me. Just like that... Lately, something strange happens whenever I sit on Uncle's lap. From the moment I sit there, something—like a firm yet soft rod—presses up against me from below, right between my thighs. Sometimes, it makes soft contact right between my buttocks and thighs, pressing against the slit of my crotch.



As it touches me there, Uncle shifts restlessly. With his movements, that soft, stake-like object presses and rubs firmly between my thighs, making me feel a strange, intense sensation. I love that feeling. Sometimes, a tingling numbness spreads through my body, and my eyes grow heavy and half-closed. My tongue goes numb and dry. It feels as though the nerves in my body are being wrung out like a wet cloth, and my body aches with a craving for something more.

It is to experience that sweet sensation in Uncle's arms again and again that I have been visiting his house whenever he is alone. I also make it a point to go there without wearing panties under my dress. Furthermore, lately, when I sit on his lap, Uncle reaches under my armpits and gently touches my breasts—which are the size of small sweet limes—with a touch that is barely there, light and fleeting.

As Uncle... As his hands move gently over my chest, my nerves tense up; my breasts swell forward and my nipples harden, making me wish he would squeeze them even more firmly. I wait eagerly for the moment when Uncle will knead and squeeze them, subduing their fullness and satisfying my deep desire. Sometimes, I struggle to suppress the urge to place my hands over his and press down hard, but I simply lack the courage to do so.

Lately, Uncle has been doing new things. When I sit on his lap, he holds me in a tight embrace, plants gentle kisses on my neck, and occasionally caresses and strokes my breasts softly. Whenever he does this, I feel a dampness between my thighs, and sometimes my panties actually get wet. Walking around while my panties are damp from his touch, the cool air hitting the fabric makes my nerves tingle; instead of drying, the area feels even wetter, and a restless, intense longing for something more—a craving for something to happen—grows stronger within me.

For these reasons, I’ve been feeling a growing fondness for Uncle lately. Whenever I go and sit on his lap, he presses my back firmly against his chest and says, "Smitha, this..." "Saying, 'Your silk frock feels so smooth,' he placed both his hands on my thighs and began to stroke them gently.


That was the first time Uncle had ever placed his hands on my thighs and stroked them like that. A sudden, electric thrill shot through my body; unable to hold back, I placed my hands over his and pressed my thighs firmly against his palms..."

 

At that moment, I felt something firm yet soft pressing gently against my buttocks from where I sat on Uncle's lap. Between the friction of his hands and the sensation of his rod—soft yet firm—pressing against me from below, a wave of warmth and a heady flush washed over my entire body. Just then, Uncle slid his hands up from my thighs, remarking, "This blouse doesn't feel like silk," and placed them on my breasts—which were full and round like sweet limes—caressing them gently. I gasped, "Sss... Mmm... Uncle..." and turned around abruptly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts firmly against his chest as I clung to him.

"This is my birthday gift to my little Smitha..." Uncle said, capturing my lips with his and kissing me passionately. Savoring the sweetness of that first kiss in my life, I let my eyes drift shut in a haze of bliss and leaned back into his embrace. I lost track of time while melting in Uncle's embrace, but when his hands slid under my skirt and began gently kneading my buttocks over my panties, warm thrills—like electric currents—coursed through my spine. My young body, already burning with the fire of long-held, intoxicating, and sweet desires, instantly surrendered to a state of heady ecstasy.



I don't know how long I stayed in his arms or how long he drank the saliva from my mouth, but I snapped back to full awareness when his hands slipped inside my panties to gently massage my bare buttocks. Before I could stop him, my panties slid down beneath my skirt, and his fingers began tenderly caressing my delicate, tender intimate folds.

The moment his fingers touched that spot, my body jerked violently in his grasp, as if struck by an electric shock. My thighs were already drenched, soaking my panties; the sensation of that wet fabric against my skin sent a wave of intoxicating shivers through my entire body.

Just then, my mother called out, "Smitha... Smitha..." As that call came loudly from inside the house, Uncle suddenly let go of me. Adjusting my panties that had slipped down, I called out, "Yeah... I'm coming, Mom..." and—reluctantly tearing myself away from Uncle—I ran back to my house.

"What is this! I told you to just drop off the chocolates and come back, but you stayed there? Aren't you going to sch ool?" Mom asked. "Aunty is taking bath; I was waiting to give her the chocolates," I replied, then grabbed my sch ool bag and headed to sch ool, feeling dejected and restless.

Papa, after a month or so I realized the mistake I did and I never went to uncle again, my mind was swaying away from my studies and I felt its not appropriate for me to go in that direction. But as a growing girl my body was giving me all kinds of sweet pains since I got that touch from uncle. I didn’t dare to tell mom or you. But I stopped wearing underwere once a while to give cool air breeze to my inner parts.

Once day mom noticed that I was not wearing innerwere and roaming in the house since I have developed bigger boobs than others I got noticed by mom. She called me to her room and asked the reason. I said I feel happy without the innerwere, mom didn’t say anything.

One day in the evening while I was sitting on the floor and doing homework, mom shouted from kitchen “go and give the towel to papa in the bathroom”. I was shocked how can I go to your bathroom, but I gathered some courage and went inside and saw slightly opened bathroom and through that small gap, I saw you standing naked and soaping your thick big cock which blew my mind and immediately ran away. Mom saw me coming out of the bedroom and she took the towel from me and went inside.

She didn’t come out for 10 min and when she finally came, I quietly saw mom wiping her lips and going to kitchen. At that time I didn’t know what would have happened. Ofcourse now I know what has happened inside.

Papa, all these days it was a struggle for me focus on my studies while unable to forget those erotic scenes which started playing on my mind slowly.  

One day mom was giving me headbath , I was sitting on the stool with a thin white towel while mom was shampooing me. After couple of minutes when I am done, I opened my eyes to see you there and it was you who was doing shampooing. Mom left in the middle as fruits vendor came and you started giving me shampooing .. in wet towel, thin towel my tits were clearly visible to you and I couldn’t see you at all as my face became red and I closed my eyes and told you to go out. Without saying anything you left. After that I couldn’t see you face to face as I was shy and you were normal as if nothing happened

Papa, why I am telling all these things is from our side also you should think and we are no more small kids and we are in fact ready for the grind..



yes, many girls in my sch ool got a taste of that from their boy friends and brothers and even dads. Its no more a taboo to be doing these things. My friend Roopa used to say its her papa who makes her ready for the sch ool, my other friend Divya says she sleeps next to her brother even now and another friend Madhavi says she feels good being stroked in her inner thighs by her dad before going to bed and even gently squeeze her lemons to wake her up to get ready for the sch ool.



Another girl Bhargavi says her papa lifts her up on his stomach and slowly pushes his HOT IRON ROD between her thighs”

Smitha took a pause and I could feel her entire body is shivering while narrating this

We there were silent. Both the angels lying on my thighs with their faces rubbing my already fully erect lund through my lungi