Hi everybody!
My name is Dipa. I am from India. This is the story of how I became new wife of my Dad and mother of his baby.
Mom died when I was just admitted in college 1st year. One day I came home from my college that day in late December and found Dad sitting in the living room looking like his world had collapsed. When I asked what was wrong, he said nothing. I knew that he attended one marriage ceremony (one of his friend who is hardly two years junior to him) yesterday night. I had suspected that something was going on.
I didn't want to leave Dad all alone - he had taken it real hard when Mom died. They had been married for over 19 years when she died. I had hoped Christmas would cheer things up, but it turned into a real 'downer' for us both. Dad's only 36 ( He got married at the age of 17 only & then my mother was only 15 years old) and a nice looking guy. He's about 5'11" and 153 lbs. or so, in good shape. I told him to get a date - go out and celebrate New Years - live it up a little. He was single again.
On New Year's eve I bought a large bottles of whiskey . I was determined to liven things up. I never drink, even wine, so I didn't realize how much whiskey I had purchased for just two people. That evening after a late dinner, I went upstairs and showered. I guess subconsciously I may have wanted to turn Dad on. I remember admiring myself in the mirror. At 5'2" and a 34-28-35 figure, I thought I looked pretty good ( most probably better than his friends wife who got married few days back). I put on my saree (Indian dress) and went downstairs to welcome in the New Year with Dad.
He was sitting on the sofa with his stocking feet up on the coffee table watching the TV - it was 10:30, so we had an hour and a half before the ball dropped.
"Happy New Year! Let's do a little celebrating!" I poured the whiskey in the glasses, and gave one to him. He was not ready to drink initially. But I told him, "Dad, you are my only friend and after the death of my mother. I do not go out too with my friends just for you now can't you have beer with me. Dad, don't break my heart, please Dad" I made him emotional. He got up smilingly and got the whiskey with some roasted Chicken in a plate. but later on he started sipping it up.
After one glass he said that he wouldn't take another glass. But I said, "Please Dad, you are my only friend, Please have one more." Slowly and surely she started becoming emotional and put one of his arm around my shoulder and while sipping the whiskey. In the next hour we finished the bottle. I know he was more relaxed and loose than he had been all year. I was definitely beginning to feel the drink.
I turned the overhead lights off. It was so warm that I loose my saree (Indian dress) and sat back down, cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me. My left hand was resting lightly on top his thigh. We talked freely each other. Then I asked him why he feels so sad. I am doing all the jobs what my mother used to do. Is there anything left. When a nice slow song came on, I pulled him up and said, "Let's dance. Dance with me - it's New Year's Eve." At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in.
I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you're suppose to on a slow dance. When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off - he had an erection, a big one. I could feel it pressing against my abdomen. It may have been all the champagne, but when I realized what was pressing against me, I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and felt my pussy becoming moist. He tried to pull away but I held him tighter and pressed against him, enjoying the feel of his hard erection against me and the knowledge that I was causing it.
At that moment, I noticed on the TV. I whispered, "Daddy, it's the New Year." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. As we kissed I parted my lips and gently probed his closed lips with my tongue. Just when I thought he wasn't going to respond he hugged me tightly and opened his lips. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could and pressed my hips against him, grinding my pelvis against his hard prick. Dad kissed me back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue. I could feel my pussy beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched.
Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, "Dipa, we can't...we shouldn't be doing this. It isn't right."
I just continued to hold him tight and told him, "Daddy, I'm not some kid you're taking advantage of... I'll be twenty after few months... I'm a grown woman. I know what we're doing, and I know what I want...I want you." I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could.Taking his hand, I guided it up at my top and placed it on my breast over my saree. I moaned softly as his hand massaged my breast, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. I had never felt such an intense sensation in my vulva and my vagina before as I pressed against him - an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me - to feel him in me.
He was really tensed at that time. He pulled my saree (Indian dress) from my body and thrown it on the floor. Then he started pulling my petticoat. He pressed my legs with his legs and could feel the heat from my cunt it was now stark naked as I had no panty underneath. Then He started to undo my blouse and the bra and got hold of my blouse. He tore my blouse and thrown it on the floor, now I was left only in the bra. He got hold of it and unhooked it from my back. And threw it on the floor and now I was completely naked beneath him.
I fumbled with his trouser letting them fall around his ankles. I pushed his briefs down freeing his cock. Taking his warm hard cock in my hand, I was amazed at its size. Now I took hold of his 9 inches cock in my hand and exclaimed, "Oh it's a monster, too big ". Dad isn't a large man physically,but his rigid fully erect cock was too big. Living together over the years I had seen Dad naked before, but never with an erection. And grasping his prick in my hand, I kissed it, licking its large plump head gently and then slipped it between my lips deep into my mouth. I heard Dad moan and felt him grip my head as he began to slowly pump his prick into my mouth, fucking it gently like it was a pussy with a tongue in it caressing his large prick.
He was being careful not push himself too deep into throat, but I wanted it even deeper. I pushed forward feeling the large head pressing against my throat...I paused, let my self relax, and felt the large head of his prick slip down into my throat. God, it was tight. Daddy moaned, "Oh dammit Dipa, if you keep on I'm going to cum."
I had to slip my mouth back off his prick...I couldn't hold it in my throat very long. I looked up at him and told him, "I want you to cum. I want to you to cum in my mouth. Fuck my mouth...fuck it like it's a pussy."