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After a week, Priya’s friends came for sleepover. Amala and Riya, both are sisters. Riya is couple of years younger to  Amala.  Both Priya and Amala are classmates. Since Priya boasted so much about me, they came for sleepover

Priya told me about that point, I am very happy for her, she is talking so nice about of her papa infront of her friends made me happy.

But I realized the actual trick later

As usual the girls had lot of fun.. playing, eating and dancing in their room



Around 9 PM when I was about to sleep in my room, I got a call from Priya. I went to her room.. the girls were in skimpy dresses and in high mood.  My baby showing me to her friends told “girls.. look.. my papa is the best in the world”. I felt so happy, but next moment Priya gave me a shock. She came near to me and kneeled on the floor and pulled my shorts and showing my cock proudly to her friends said “Amala, Riya.. this is not the only reason why my papa is the best”, she started stroking my cock fast

In fact I don’t know Amala and Riya that much, so I was little embarrassed to be naked in front of them.. and being pumped by little angel. Surprisingly the girls were looking casually at me. Priya is using all her force and using both hands gripped my cock and stroking it hard. One hand on my cock base and another on my cock head.. after initial hesitation my cock started reacting, its gaining strength… Priya face was glowing and she is looking at her friends proudly

I am not sure why Priya is doing this in front of her friends… after another 5 min I started moaning and holding her head tight I was shaking violently as the fluids started flowing from all over the body to my cock balls… the pressure was building.. my baby is screaming

Cummmm on papa… cummmm for me… hmmmm… cummmm for my friends…show them how much you love e…ahhh..uffffff…thapak..thapak…hmmmm…cummm…fast….ahhhh…like that.. spray on my face....ahhhh....papa.....paint my face....cumm hard...we all three will eat your cummmm..ahhhh...more..thapak..thapak....ummmm...ufffff.. so hot ..paaaahhhpaahhhh... ummmmm

Priya stopped pumping me after ensuring I don’t have anything more in my tank… I was sweating a lot and finally felt happy and relaxed.. Priya’s face is fully painted with my cum.. I said good night to the girls and went to my room

I didn’t clean up myself.. lied down in exhaustion and took the phone, checked few things and was about to sleep.. naked.. as I normally do.. then saw the three girls at my door..

I asked them to come in..

All of them came in and they settled on my bed.. from their looks it appears they all liked my cum. But the reason why they came is different which I came to know much later

Amala was on my left side, leaning on my chest and rubbing my lund with her hand started the conversation
“Arvind uncle, your daughter boasted so much about you and she brought us here, but after learning many things from your baby Priya, we came to know you are living in a fool’s paradise”

I was shocked by that statement

Amala continued “uncle, yes.. you are way backward in terms of where your relationship is now. Uncle, Priya told me you are a highly rational man and thinks a lot. That’s a good quality to have in life in general but sometimes rational thinking ties us down. It wont let us move forward and this is what I learnt in my life. Sometimes you need to put emotions ahead of thinking. When to do this needs lot of good intelligence which you already have. Yes, uncle , putting rational thinking aside over other emotions like love, care and passion got the life of my papa back, yes..

Uncle, it’s a long story and I want to tell you , it might help you “

I was shocked again by her so much matured thinking and explanation.  Priya, she has hit the nail on its head, yes, whatever she said is true. I think a lot for everything , even as small thing as hugging you and kissing you on cheeks. I was conditioned to think touching a girl even if she is your own grown up teenager is a taboo..



sometimes you need to think from other persons point of view.. how much your baby would have loved feeling and smelling your gym body.. just a scent of her papa’s worked out body would have made your baby super happy.. such simple cute things give us girls lot of happiness

anyway I was glad someone pointed out at my shortcoming and I was curious to know what she would tell

“Amala, I don’t know you much but whatever you said makes sense.. I am interested to hear more from you … go ahead dear”, I kissed her on cheeks and replied

Amala started telling her story while her younger sister Riya and rubbing my thighs with hers from other side and you (Priya) were also curious with your eyes wide open

Uncle, before I tell about our papa Mahesh, I need to tell about Amala. Hold on… Amala is not me.. its my mom’s name.. well, my actual name is Ananya. Mahesh, Amala are a perfect pair, always happy and always in love.

But when we are happy, god always has other ideas and took away our mom a year back but mom gave us so much love, care, confidence in both of us it gave us enough strength to deal with our life situations without her.. more on that later. But lets see how mom trained us girls to be stronger and more independent. Papa , mom used to work in same company before they fell in love and got married.  Mom left her to raise us, that was a great sacrifice for the family.



She used to tell me later on who much she enjoys family life over her job and she spends lot of time preparing very good tasty food for us.. especially she makes special dishes for papa. She spends as much time with us girls as with her husband.

She used to take us to swimming classes, tennis classes, music classes and she used to clear our doubts in subjects and she used to be more like a friend with us. she wont keep any secret to herself and she never thought we were not big enough to know certain things, her thinking is such things its better to know from our mom than our friends in the sch ool which made senses to me. Mom tells such things with explanation and reasons and asks us if we have any doubts.

Just to give you one example



uncle, whenever papa was on business trip, mom used to be super happy.  She used to open her tab and in front of us, she will open of papa’s nude pics and made herself happy, fingering her pussy and squeezing her boobs, she used to moan a lot and talk shit and was not bothered about our presence, once her hunger is taken care, she would tell us how much she likes her husband…

“girls.. many wives feel bad when their husbands are away on tour.. but I don’t think like that.. I love my husband but I also love my kids.. if I feel horny, I have my fingers to make me happy, but I want to use this occasion to our advantage.. yes, whenever papa was not at home, you can wear whichever dress you want and in fact I want you guys to be nude and feel and be proud of your growing up body.. nothing wrong to display your beauty to others but within limits.. in front of mom, limit has no meaning.. in front of papa also you should be as free as in front of mom, that day will come soon (but she died before that day arrived !!!)”




Her openness, boldness made us confident.  She is like a typical sanskari wife happy to please her husband to any extent and also a modern gen z mom emboldening her young daughters and preparing them for the wonderful joy that lies ahead.. in her own words that time to get wonderful joy is just a year away when she would take us to their room in the night and show us how she gets her happiness from papa.. she told us in no uncertain terms that she wants us to watch our papa and mom make love and fuck each other wildly and then hugging us girls and sleeping peacefully.

Uncle, we both were excited for that day, mom knows what we want when and how. If she said one year then there must be a valid reason and she in fact told me that reason

“Ananya.. I need to prepare papa for that.. he may have some inhibitions on such open, bold acts. As a test last month I told him… honey, you know how much our kids love us and also how much we love them, I want to measure your love with a small test..its just a test, don’t overthink… he said ok.



As per the test, while I was giving you headbath, he should be in the bathroom watching you with his shorts removed.. if his cock erects he would pass the test.. but alas he failed in that exam… then I tested with Riya also.. same result.. so I thought he needs time and some convincing..”

We were shocked hearing that.. I felt shy that papa watched me nude in the bathroom.. the fact that his cock didn’t raise didn’t give me any feeling.. it was neutral.. perhaps I was also not thinking on those lines.. while I was neutral, papa was negative. Mom’s job was to make papa positive in an year

One day I also wanted to test papa.. in a mild way.. I wore a very short and revealing dress. With my cleavage clearly visible and my thighs exposed.. he scolded me and that made me look like an idiot infront of papa.. I lost all his respect on me..

One day, when mom went to village, we both were sleeping in our room and in the morning papa came to our room to wake us up.. apparently my skirt went all the way up exposing my naked pussy, I don’t wear panty at home. Seeing that, he slapped me and gave a lecture that I should be role model to my little sister. This time I really felt angry on papa.. its my wish to decide on my under garments.. its in fact it was mom who told us not to wear for health reasons



I told mom about this when came back. Mom scolded papa and he apologized to me , I felt bad for papa and told him “papa, its not my intention to put you in spot in front of mom”. papa simply laughed and replied “take it easy Anu.. mom knows these things better”. I felt happy that the issue was resolved peacefully

Uncle, I can go on and on how mommy shared her love with us.. to take the story forward, lets move ahead by an year.. mom met with a tragic car crash and lost her life.. we were all grief struck by her sudden loss.. so much so it completely changed our lives..

Papa, started coming late from office. I can smell the alcohol from him, he started going to bar on the way and drink and come home. I had to take care of the family now. On one side need to handle papa who is completely changed now and on another hand my little sister who is unable to come out of the trauma of that car crash as she was also there next to mom and she escaped with minor scratches

I told papa to stop drinking.. warned him.. shouted at him… no use



One day he accompanied me to nearby stationary shop. He was already drunk by then, while crossing the road, he didn’t see a speeding car and I had to pull him away and he was shocked realizing what a lucky escape that was.. I was crying that entire day and scolded papa for being slave to alcohol..

I used to share all my issues and pains to my friend in the sch ool and she gave an idea to try out. I thought that’s the only option left and I decided to implement that idea.

That night I took out mom’s sari and blouse and wore them and dressed like mom and went to papa’s room. After that lucky escape, there is some change in papa’s behaviour. He stopped drinking for 2 days but he again drank today. I quietly went and sat next to papa and looking into his eyes , said in soft voice “honey.. from now on I am not your daughter Ananya. From now on my name is Amala.. your wife.. honey, we should live happily the way we used to in the past and also take care of our kids.. honey, if you become slave to alcohol, who will make your honey happy ? who will make your kids happy ? honey, I can easily get what I want from other boys but I don’t want to betray our pious relationship.. honey, stop drinking alcohol and start drinking my milk”, without giving papa any chance and time to react, I slipped in my handful tit and put in papa’s mouth…

I was crying.. I was kissing his head.. he was also crying and chewing my tits.. he became emotional and started pressing my other boob with his rough hand.. his cock didn’t erect a year back while seeing me take bath, but now his cock has become hard.. I was very happy for him.. in fact the way papa was sucking my tit and nipple made me horny , I was so happy and didn’t suppress my feelings and started moaning..

Riya , who was in other room, came hearing my loud moans.. she saw us.. I called her in and she came and hugged me and started kissing papa’s head.. she was also happy that papa is changed.. after a minute, papa stopped sucking me and raised his head and wiping his tears said in an emotional tone “Amala.. from now on I will stop drinking alcohol.. I will make you and our kids happy”.  He hugged both of us and all three felt very happy



one day I purposefully didn’t close the bathroom door and started taking bath.. now a days we were all living in same room. Papa was lying on the bed while Riya was outside. I made sure papa would get a  clear view of me and without being noticed I observed papa was massaging his cock while watching me take naked bath.. I felt very happy for him.

Riya stopped her sister and she started narrating from her perspective

Uncle, let me narrate from my side here on..

I was happy for papa the way he changed completely and staying at home, spending time with us, taking us to malls. He used to be quite reserved in the past but now he is talking more and used to prank with us and even comment about beautiful girls and aunties in the mall. We used to laugh and feel happy for his sense of humour.

He used to buy lot of sexy lingerie dresses for us and we didn’t mind wearing such night dresses in front of him… slowly papa reached a stage where he completely forgot about mom and he used to repent how he missed his chances to be like this when mom was alive. To compensate for that loss of opportunity, he used to overdo things..like feed us food in our mouth which mom also never did after certain age and some times he would sit on the floor, remove our socks and massage our feet … so cute and at times he would carry us on his back to our room as we come tired from sch ool

And to  me shock, one day when we went to mall for shopping and movie, he asked us to buy some lingerie night dresses, we will never say no to that.. but the twist is.. in change room, we had to make video call to papa while trying our dresses.. I used to feel so shy changing in front of papa but akka used to be casual and she would even pause after removing her top.. uffff… I can see the happiness in papa’s face.



All these kind of cute cute things used to bond us well.. sometimes while coming from shopping, he would take our car to some abandoned place , hiding under some big tree and he would come and sit in the backseat between us and he would hug us and give us passionate lip to lip kisses and I used to get lot of excitement as the fear of being seen by some strangers and passers by gave me that extra kick and akka would pull his top up and allow papa to insert his head in her top and akka would make sure papa’s head is on her naked boobs and she never wears bra… papa would hug her tight and stay there for a minute and I can feel how hard akka used to moan.. I used to feel jealous of akka as papa would never do such things to me yet..

But that day papa surprised me and did exactly same thing to me.. he went inside my top and started kissing my perky tits..ufffff… making me feel so good..never I had my tits kissed like that.. even my akka tried once but I stopped her saying it should be a special person who will do such things to me first and after that only akka can do. As papa’s rough unshaven beard and mustache are tickling my tits and nipples , I used to feel like in heaven.. I wanted to moan like akka but was afraid and already we saw some car headlights beaming towards us from a distance.. papa was not leaving me while eating my guava fruits, even I don’t want him to stop but the car was coming much closer to us

Akka put our shopping bags on us so that we are not visible at all.. I used to feel lot of thrill as such daring acts will always remain in our memory