Fucking Papa On The Sofa

Fucking Papa On The Sofa

My sudden trip had thrown my life at home out of order, but my husband Deepak and my young son Aarav stood by me like rocks and bid me goodbye as I left them in charge of the house in haste. I didn’t know how long I’d be gone, but they told me not to worry about the house and asked me to take care of my mother and return when everything was alright.

NOT: This is a FICTIONAL incest tale between a father and daughter. This is not a real story. For suggestions and comments mail me [email protected]

When dad called me about mama’s deteriorating health a week ago, I could hear the desperation and worry in his voice. I had never heard his so scared in my life. He was after all my papa, my superman. I sensed something seriously amiss, and left for my parents house in Mumbai that very night.

My sudden trip had thrown my life at home out of order, but my husband Deepak and my young son Aarav stood by me like rocks and bid me goodbye as I left them in charge of the house in haste. I didn’t know how long I’d be gone, but they told me not to worry about the house and asked me to take care of my mother and return when everything was alright.

Even when mama had had a stroke that left her partially paralyzed her ten years ago, dad was the man who consoled me and stood by me. I had just gotten married a few days before mama’s accident and I was reluctant to leave her in papa’s care alone. But he insisted that I embark on the new journey in my life and that he wouldn’t have any problems taking care of his wife. I would visit them as often as I could, but over the years the visits had been reduced to a few times a year, owning to my own demanding life. Returning home now made me guilty of all the times I didn’t come home.

When I arrived, I could see that mama’s health had deteriorated and dad had become half the man he was in these few days. Dad had barely managed to hold things together. It didn’t seemed like he had cooked anything in the past few days. The trashcan was overflowing from parcel packets form the nearby hotel.

There was a fine coating of dust on every surface and cobwebs on every corner of the house. Except for mama’s room, the entire place seemed like it hadn’t been lived in for a long long time. I immediately took charge of the house. I cleaned up the kitchen first and cooked a simple, yet nutritious meal for mama and papa. I fed mama and forced papa to have something to eat. I made sure mama had her medicines and put her to bed.

The hard medicines that the doctor had prescribed made her drowsy, and she was barely awake through the day or night. Papa spent all his time sitting in the old wooden chair next their queen sized bed, or right next to her on the bed, wiping away any saliva that dripped from her mouth. It was surprising to see them in love even after all these years.

My own marriage with Deepak was on the rocks these past few years. It was never really steady to begin with in the first place. When people told us it would all settle when we have a kid. But even after Aarav was born, nothing had changed between us. In fact, things only got worse. Lately, we hadn’t even been having any sex, and I was at an age where I craved a man’s touch. Almost every night, after Deepak had gone to bed, I would silently pleasure myself with my fingers.

I was just 32 years old! I had men of all ages trying to flirt with me. The 18 year old neighbour’s son, whom I’d seen since he was just a child to the 50 year old paediatrician of my son. These random encounters form random men gave me an ego boost and made me feel good, but I had stayed faithful all my life. I was craving a genuine loving relationship, not just some casual fling.

That evening, after cleaning the entire house, I felt dirty. The sweat and dust on my body made me sticky and I needed a good bath. I slipped out of my nighty and got into the attached bathroom of the my old room- which was now a guest room.

Once I was done, I got out of the shower, draped in just a towel around my chest. I was picking out my clothes from my bag when I heard papa shouting my name. “Anjali! ANJALI! Come quick, something’s happened to your mother!”

I dropped everything I was doing and quickly rushed to their room. There was a puddle of vomit around mama’s pillow and it seemed like she had puked all of afternoon’s lunch. Mama was still pretty drowsy, and papa had turned her over to her side to make it easy for her. i got on the bed, and sat mama up holding her by her shoulder.

Papa cleaned her up and we changed her nighty and the bedsheet and pillows. After we made sure mam was comfortably sleeping on the bed, papa went away to put the soiled sheets and clothes to wash.

I knelt down and began cleaning up the floor with a dirty rag. I must have been at it for quite sometime. When I turned around after cleaning up, I saw papa standing at the door, looking at me intently. I just smiled at him, then I noticed the tent in his pyjama and my smile disappeared.

Only then did I remember that I was only wearing a small towel around my torso. When I bent down to clean the floor, my naked round bottom and my pink pussy lips were exposed for the world to see, or in this case for my papa to see. Ashamed, and slightly shocked, I pulled the towel down my ass instinctively and got up immediately.

That was a big mistake, because the towel came away and slipped off of me and fell on the dirty pool of vomit on the floor. I was standing stark naked in front of my own father who was sporting a huge erection. I heard a visible gasp escape papa’s mouth when he saw me in that state. I braced my body with my two hands, barely covering my hairy pussy and my 36D sized breasts. Dad looked away, but not before taking an eye full of my naked beauty.

I bent down to pick up the soiled towel. “Just leave it there, it’s dirty” papa said, looking at me from the corner of his eyes, and sheepishly looking away. “You go, I’ll clean it up.” He said, and turned around, as if giving me privacy to walk to my own room.

I quickly scuttled across the house until I reached my room. It seemed like I was walking forever before I reached my room. I wondered if papa was looking at my juggling ass as I hurriedly walked across the hall. I dared not look back, because if I did, I knew I would die of shyness.

Back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking of papa’s huge cock. Yes, even with just the stiff tent in his pants, I could make out the size of his dick. It was definitely bigger than Deepak’s. I wondered if it was proportionally thick as well. I wondered how it would be to feel pap’s thick cock deep inside my pussy.

My hand travelled down to my dripping pussy, and my fingers snaked their way into the soft, wet crevice between my thighs. Although papa was 54, he didn’t look that old. He was lean and fit. His salt and pepper hair suited his frame, and made him all the more appealing. I had seen pictures of him during his younger days and frankly, he looked much better now than before.

I rested my back against the wall for support, closed my eyes and let my fantasies take over me. Even if that fantasies were about my own father. I plunged one finger into my pussy, then another. And squeezed in another finger. Even with three of my fingers inside me, I wasn’t satisfied. I pinched and plucked at my aroused nipples, but it still wasn’t enough.

I started rubbing my pussy vigorously, biting down on my lips to keep my moans from escaping my mouth.
“Beti!” I heard papa knocking on my door and calling me.
“Yes… yes papa” I said, coming back to my sense and pulling my fingers out of my pussy. I pulled the nighty over me, abandoning the idea of wearing a bra and panty.

Papa was standing by the room when I opened the door. “I’ve fed your mother some porridge, she is sleeping now. I’ve heated up our dinner as well” he said, trying not to make eye contact. Kept looking down and he couldn’t help his eyes from looking at my chest. I couldn’t blame him, my perky nipples were poking out of the thin fabric of the nighty.

“Did you have your dinner papa?” I asked, making no effort to cover myself up.

“No” he said, and looked away ashamed.

“Let’s have dinner then.” I said and stepped out of the room. Neither of us spoke a word as we walked to the dining table. We didn’t hurry, but took our own sweet time. With each step, I moved closer to papa, and our fingers touched occasionally. Papa was looking straight ahead like nothing was happening, but I noticed the bulge in his pajama grow. In between my own thigs, I could feel the wetness seeping of my pussy.

We sat across each other and had our dinner in silence. Once we were done, both of us went to do the dishes. This was out daily ritual before I had gotten married. I would wash the vessels, and papa would wipe them and put them away, while we talked and laughed. That day however, there was a deafening silence, except for the sounds of the vessels. Every time papas fingers accidentally touched mine, I felt like a current had passed through me. His bulge was still noticeable, if not as hard as before. All I wanted to do was finish up quickly and go to my room and masturbate. I felt like a teenager again.

“I’m sorry.” Papa papa said, breaking the silence.
I looked at him quizzically.

“For.. you know… looking at you before. I should have knocked or said something.” He looked down ashamed, like a school boy who had been caught lying. This was the first time he was apologising to me for anything.

“It’s okay papa.” I smiled at him. “Actually the mistake is mine. I should have been more aware of what I was wearing.” I said.
Papa didn’t respond further and silently wiped the vessels I handed him over.

“At least someone is interested in me.” I said and feigned a smile.
Papa looked at me in shock. “You mean… is everything alright between you and Deepak?” he asked concerned.

I let out a deep sigh. “Let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve felt wanted by him.” I wiped my hand on my nighty and hugged papa, deliberately pushing my body against his, crushing my boobs on his chest.

Papa’s usually familiar fatherly hug felt a little off. His hands were restlessly moving about my back, as if searching for something. I could feel his growing bulge pushing against my mound. An involuntary moan escaped my moan, and that ended our embrace.
I went on to check on mama in her room.

She was asleep blissfully unaware of the hurricane that was brewing under the roof. I sat by her head, and gently stroked her greying hairs. Papa came in soon after, and sat next to me, and gently placed his hand on mama’s leg.

I would catch him glancing at me, eyeing my boobs, my back and my thighs. My own eyes would seek out his crotch and his strong arms every now and then.

It started to get a little chilly, and I turned around to pull mama’s blanket over her. As soon as I turned and moved forward, my head collided with papa’s. Both our lips met for a brief second, and when we realized what had happened we both pulled away and looked in the other direction.

“Ummm.. the blanket… for mama” I said sheepishly, fixing the stray hair behind my ear. Papa got up, undid the blanket and spread it over mama. When he sat back down, he was visibly closer to me. His breathing had become laboured and shallow, just like my own. I felt my heart beating fast against my chest, as if trying to break out of the rib cage. I wondered if papa felt the same way. Our shoulders almost touched. I placed my hand on the bed. Papa placed his hand next to mine. I was still looking away. Papa crept his hand closer and closer to me until his hand was over mine.

The sudden touch jolted my head up in the direction of my father. He was looking straight at me, and I looked into his eyes. I moved my head closer to his, and Papa moved his head closer to mine. Soon, our lips met again. This time more deliberately and slowly. I parted my lips and began sucking his lower lips.

Papa put one hand on my thigh and the other against my cheek as his tongue and lips explored my mouth. I could feel his rough tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, as it massaged my own tongue. I inched my won hand up his thighs until I found his throbbing cock and began massaging it over his pajamas. Papa grabbed my thigh tightly and began mauling my lips with his.

Suddenly we heard a gentle rocking sound and we pulled away in haste. Mama was snoring slowly. Both of us were back to reality. Papa sat there for a few seconds looking at mama. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and left the room.

I sat by her side for a couple of minutes, trying to calm myself down. I had reached the point of no return. I was too hot for just fingers to satisfy me. I needed a thick, throbbing cock inside of me to extinguish the fire inside me. My own father’s hard cock. I made sure mama was comfortable and left the room.

Papa was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. I walked up to him, pulled the book out of his hand and got over him with my legs on either side of his thighs. I held him by the back his head and pushed my face over his and began sucking his lips vigorously. I lowered myself and began grinding over his thick bulge.

Papa hungrily chewed on my lips and sucked on my tongue. He lowered his hand down my back and grabbed my ass. My hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. When the last button was off, I ran my hands over his muscular bare body, and hugged him tightly.
I pulled back from his kiss and ran my fingers over his hairy chest, pressing my sharp nails over his bare skin. Papa let out a horny moan. He put his fingers underneath my nighty and grabbed my bare ass cheeks. He slid his long, fingers into my dripping wet pussy. Papa began fingering me, making me go mad.

I lunged at him, mouth wide open locked over his. While our mouths were busy, my hands got to work unzipping his pajamas. I pulled my torso a little back, and Papa raised his waist, allowing me to lower his pajamas and release his monster cock into the open.

I had never seen something that big before. My husband Deepak’s penis was extremely pale in comparison. I licked my lips sexily and went down on my own father. The smell of his precum on the top of his penis head turned me on even more. I licked his shaft from the bottom to the top, looking straight into his eyes. Papa moaned as my rough tongue slid against the sides of his dick.

I pulled down the skin, exposing the thick, bulbous head. Slowly, I began engulfing his dick, inch by inch, kissing and sucking until the entire thick, veiny dick was lodged deep inside my mouth. I gagged as the penis throbbed against the back of my throat. My eyes began to well up, but I was unperturbed and looked straight into papa’s eyes.

“Uffff… your mother never did this to me..” papa moaned as I began bobbing my head up and down, giving him the best blowjob I could. I opened the zip of my nighty and exposed my horny tits. My tits had gotten firm and my nipples were erect.

Papa reached out to my tits like a kid to a candy and held them both firmly. He began pinching and twisting my nipples, which had gotten sensitive. I responded by moaning and humming over his dick. My hand reached down to my pussy involuntarily, and I was fingering myself into a frenzy while handling my own father’s cock inside my mouth.

I swallowed the whole of his cock one last time before taking it out of my mouth. The thick, veiny shaft was covered in my gooey saliva. I winked at my papa as I kissed his cock.

Papa held me by the shoulders and pulled me back up to kiss me. Once he was done sucking my lips and my tongue to his content, he pushed me down on the sofa with an incredible force, and I let out an audible gasp. Papa kneeled on the large sofa and positioned himself near my pussy. I pulled up my nighty and papa helped me to get it off of me.

Pap looked at my body hungrily, and I turned away in shyness. Papa wet his fingers with his saliva and rubbed it on my pussy lips. I felt his thick bulbous head enter my tight pussy. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper into me, until his entire dick was engulfed by my pussy.

“Ohhh papaaa….” I moaned and bit my lips uncontrollably. Papa started to grind his dick inside me and started to fuck me harder and deeper with each thrusts. I dug my fingernails deep into his back.
“Aaaahhhh…..” Papa moaned as he continued to fuck me. We kissed each other like lovers, nibbling at each other’s lips and body. The sounds of our shameless moans and our naked skins slapping against each other’s filled the room.

I had come multiple times by the time papa was ready to fill my womb with his seeds. I had spread my legs further, and my knees were near my cheeks, as fucked me like a hungry lover. I was surprised and amazed by his extreme stamina even at this age.
Papa held me closer, crushing my bobs against his manly chest and pumped deeper into me. Until his whole body stiffened against mine. With one last push inside me, he released his thick, hot, white cum inside my pussy. I gripped his cock with my cunt muscles, feeling every throb and quiver until it damped down.

Papa fell on me, exhausted, breathing heavily. Both of our sweaty bodies had become one by then. soon, his penis shriveled in size, becoming a fraction of the size it had been when it was inside of me.
Papa got up and began wearing his clothes. I lay on the couch, spread eagled. I arched my head a bit to look at the condition of my freshly fucked pussy. A thin stream of our love juices had flowed out of my love tunnel. I picked up my nighty and wiped the goo off of me.

Papa looked at me apologetically, unsure of how I would react. I winked at him and blew him an air kiss. I got up from the couch and hugged him tightly.

“That was the best fuck I’ve had in my life papa!” I said, kissing his cheeks. Papa held my naked body against his and kissed me back.
“I loved it too beta.” He said. “We should do this again.” He said.

I looked away in shyness, like a new bride. A new wave of wetness overtook my pussy as I anticipated our fuck session in the coming days.

 

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