********* all characters are above 18 and have engaged in these acts with consent.*****
Oh god, pardon me. But god do I miss it, I miss those sexy, beautiful nights when he would engulf me, in the warmth of his embrace my worries would slip away like sand. The smell of his cigarettes brought me home. I still breathe it in every time I think about my love, my life, my everything. I still remember clearly the first time, it was an afternoon in the harsh summer of July.
***flashback***
It was the summer after I had turned 21. It was a Friday and we were supposed to help me move out for college. We were almost done packing and my suitcases were being loaded by dad in the boot when I heard my mom call me down as we were running out of time. We were supposed to drive in the fortuner car as there was a lot of luggage even the front of the car was loaded with baskets and the mattress. It was kept in a sleeping position on its longer side and blocked the driver from peeking at the back. Summers in Delhi can be extremely harsh and the only way to escape it is to be in air condition 24 7, a habit I could not rid myself of ever. The only person who could drive in my family was my mother and I could too but she refrained me from doing so that afternoon.
"Betty come over, we need to go...okay so make room for yourselves everyone.'' I could hear my mother declare as I was searching the back. Only one side of the seat at the back was empty, and there was no way we could squeeze in at the back unless I could adjust myself on daddy's lap. Dad was a strong man, muscular enough to tackle down an entire group of goons at once and he himself had a tall build and required significant space. S for myself, I am not that slick so to say, I weigh 82 kgs and was relatively shorter,
"Dad you think we could squeeze in at the back, you think you can tolerate me on your lap."
"What do you mean tolerant? I gave birth to you, if I can't carry you then who can?"
"Ya ya whatever" he had his ways of declaring this time and again and this to him seemed like a perfect opportunity.
So we got in at the back, my dad first and then me on him, wearing my shirt dress which stopped right above my knees and hot pink panties and matching bra. After a while mom got in and we drove with rock music blasting in the car.
We knew for a fact that we had to stop at certain intervals as my mom had a bladder smaller than babies.
The ride was going good so far and dad felt quite cosy, he was this big man and we seemed to fit. At regular intervals he would ask me if I am okay and adjust himself. Halfway through the journey I started noticing us differently this time. Dad was looking outside listening to music, his hands nonchalantly on my thighs, our legs intertwined like vines and for some reason it felt heavenly, I couldn't help but feel that my ass was right above his penis. This did not but feel weird at all, I mean I had caught my parents having sex endless amount of times and this penis that had fucked my mother was right below me now, and I felt purely joyous. As I continued to think about it, my mind started wondering what a penis was, how it looked, how it felt. Even though I was 21 now I was still a total virgin, I had not even had my first kiss yet. How does a penis look? How does it work? What exactly happens with it? My trail of thoughts took me to dad's dick and how it was, how that felt. And I couldn't help but feel that sitting here I wish I could feel it.