Mom Wants Me to Fuck My Dad – Part 2

Author’s note: The following story is fictional and written from a girl’s perspective. This is the second part of the series. Please read the first part to enjoy this story fully. Happy Reading!

2nd July, 2022

Dear Diary,

I don’t know what happened to me today. Mom asked me to have sex with dad, and I said yes. I said yes! Can you even believe that? Because I can’t. I don’t know what’s going to happen now. I’ve told mom not to tell dad about this. I want it to happen naturally.

But what the fuck is natural about a dad fucking his daughter? I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m just… I don’t know what all could happen. I said yes to this for the family. I want all of us always to stay happy. I had to do this for my family and my dad. The same dad who will be fucking me now. Oh my god!

Bye for now,
Anamika.

I finished writing it in my diary and jumped into bed. I was wearing nothing. I usually slept naked. But not long after today, I’d be sleeping naked with someone else. That person is my dad. Thoughts like this kept me awake that night, and I fell asleep only after 6 in the morning.

I didn’t wear a bra the next day. I wore a low-cut tight top that revealed half of my boobs, and my nipples were poking out of it. I didn’t even wear pants. I just slid on shorts and went for lunch.

Dad was already sitting at the table. Before he could say a word, I sat on his lap. I instantly felt his gaze on my half-naked breasts and the bulge in his pants. I kissed him on his cheeks. Then he started feeding me with his hands, but he didn’t touch my boobs today.

He was too scared to repeat that mistake and risk losing me completely. I thought about telling him that it’s okay to touch if he wants to, but I decided otherwise. After lunch, I told mom that I had a headache. So I’ll sleep in her room, and she could come and sleep next to me if she wants.

Mom understood that it was meant for dad. So she winked, and I went to her room and pretended to be asleep. I heard a conversation after about 15 minutes.

Mom: This is your golden chance. Go and feel her up till she’s asleep.

Dad: No, but what if she wakes up? I can’t risk that. I remember her reaction very well.

Mom: It’s not the same anyway. She’s a deep sleeper, so she wouldn’t even know. You’ll have to keep taking chances if you want something with her.

Dad fell silent, and then I heard the door opening- it was dad. I kept one eye slightly open to see. He silently walked towards the bed and looked at me carefully. I could faintly see a bulge. Then he got on the bed from the other side and spooned me- keeping his hand on my belly.

I felt his warm breath on my neck. He kissed my neck a few times. My breathing had become deeper, and my heart was pounding. He slowly moved his hand towards my boobs and cupped them lightly. I was feeling a weird sensation. A tingling in my stomach and my nipples.

He then slowly slid the top off my breast and made them naked. He gently put the finger on my nipples and kept it there. I was wet now. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I just wanted to get up and get fucked then. He pressed my nipples like one would press a button.

I was controlling hard not to let out a moan. All the while, he kept rubbing his groin on my ass. I could feel it more clearly as I wasn’t wearing a panty. He kept playing with my boobs. Sometimes cupping them, giving them a light squeeze, and sometimes just holding them and feeling their warmth.

After half an hour of rubbing, he stopped. I thought he must have cum. Then he slowly moved away and got off the bed. Before finally leaving, he pulled my top lower – as if I wanted to wake up with naked breasts. I got up after some time and decided to play along.

I didn’t pull my top up, and with my breasts hanging, I walked to the hall where mom and dad were watching TV and sat next to dad. He looked at me with surprise. I pretended like I had not seen my top. He kept staring at them, and I watched TV, ignoring his gaze.

Mom was smiling. He mustered his courage to tell me that my top wasn’t properly covering me. I looked down and hastily pulled it up.

Me: Ohh. I didn’t see that. I’m sorry, dad.

Dad: It’s okay. Sometimes this kind of thing happens.

He was trying hard not to let his happiness show. I, too, made a plan in my head then.

The next day I wore a loose top. I went to mom and told her about my plan.

Mom: You’re really good at this. Aren’t you?

I blushed, and we went to the hall. As soon as I entered, dad started looking at me. I signalled mom, and she did exactly what I had told her. She pretended to slip and, in reflex, held my top and tore it completely as she fell on the sofa. I was standing topless in front of my dad again.

My dad’s jaw dropped at this. Instead of helping mom, he kept staring at my boobs. I pretended I was worried about mom and didn’t care to hide my boobs. So my boobs were on display for about 5 minutes.

Me: Are you okay, mom?

Mom: Yea. I’m fine. Thank God I slipped near the sofa. If it had been anywhere else, I could’ve been hurt badly.

Me: Don’t say that, mom.

Mom: But sorry honey, I tore your top.

Then I acted as if I had just noticed that I was standing topless and covered my nipples with my hands. (Yes, not even boobs but just nipples. Google how sexy that looks.) I looked at my dad, who was still busy having a long look at them. I sighed, and he hurried to take his gaze off.

Me: You know what, mom? I think it’s what the universe wants. The universe doesn’t want me to wear a top. That’s why something like this keeps happening. And anyway, you guys have already seen them a bunch of times, so it doesn’t matter now. And it’s hot and humid in July, too, so well fuck it.

I said and removed my hands from my boobs. My dad’s jaw dropped.

Dad: So you aren’t going to wear tops from now on? (He was trying to hide his smile)

Me: Well, I don’t plan on it now, but if you want me to wear it, it’s okay. I could go and put something on just now.

I said and moved slowly towards my bedroom, but he held my hand and stopped me.

Dad: No, beta. It’s okay. If you’re comfortable like this, then it’s good. And yes, you’re right, it’s really hot and humid.

I smiled at him. He smiled back at my boobs.

I sat on the sofa beside him and put my head on his shoulder. He curled his arm around my shoulder, and his pinky finger occasionally caressed my naked boobs.

Lunch arrived after some time, and I hopped onto dad’s lap. I’m not sure how glad he felt that I was topless then. His face was a few inches away from my boobs. He occasionally brought his face closer and exhaled his warm breath on my nipples, turning me on.

I fake coughed, and that spilt the bite my dad would feed me on my boobs. That gave my dad an official reason to stare at my boobs.

Me: Come on. Not now. Mom, please pass me a tissue, I’m using my phone, and I don’t want to get my hands dirty.

Mom: The box is empty.

Me: What? No. I don’t want to get up to wash my hands after cleaning.

Dad: Don’t worry, beta. I’ll clean it up.

Obviously, dad was more than happy to clean it up. He kept his finger on my boobs far away from where the food was and slid it all along my skin till it arrived and cleaned it up. He liked this because it gave him a chance to touch my boobs.

It was evident that after this fake cough, he spilt food 3-4 times again. I have started enjoying this now. He spilt, and then he cleaned.  It was time for the dessert, and mom brought Rabari for us. Dad was still feeding me. He ‘accidentally’ spill some rabri again on my boobs.

But this time, he decided to handle the problem with a different approach. He stuck out his tongue and licked the rabri off my boobs.  It made me wet. This was the first time dad had used his tongue on my boobs.

Dad: I’m sorry, beta, but you know how much I like Rabri. I can’t waste any bit of it.

Me: Yea. I know, dad. Very efficient.

I said and smiled. He kept feeding me until he again got a chance to spill. This time he faked a sneeze and spilt the entire bowl of Rabri on my boobs.

Dad: Oh my God. I’m so sorry.

Then he looked at his bowl, which was almost empty. Dad asked my mom if there was any left to which mom just laughed and shook her head. He made a sad puppy face. I told him exactly what he wanted me to say.

Me: It’s okay, dad. I know how much you like your Rabri. You can eat all of this if you want.

I said and looked at the Rabri all over my boobs and belly.

Dad: Are you sure, beta? It’s a lot, and it will probably take time.

Me: Ya, dad. I’m not in a hurry.

I got up and lay on the dining table. Yes, I was his meal today. I was sure how much Dad was going to like this. He got on top of me and started licking my collarbone (although there was nothing there). He proceeded slowly downwards.

He licked my upper boobs but left the lower nipples for later. I knew he wanted to devour it. He then started licking my belly and navel like a hungry dog. I felt the warm softness of his tongue, and I let out a small soft moan. Yes, I didn’t hold back because I wanted to let him know that.

Even after all the Rabri was gone, he still kept licking. Something in me wanted him to go more south. I swear I would’ve just let him lick every inch of my pussy. Then he attacked my boobs like a hungry dog. He licked every part, every cell of it, and now he was on for my delicate, soft, sensitive nipples.

He licked them like nothing before. He started with small soft licks but gradually progressed to hard and aggressive ones. I moaned hard.

“Yes, dad! Get all the rabri off of me. Lick every bit of it. Yes, my nipples have the most of it. Lick hard there.” And he followed my command like the obedient hungry dog that he was.

To be honest, it didn’t take him more than 5 minutes to clean me off. But the licking didn’t end until 45 minutes passed. I already had two orgasms just by the nipple stimulation. It was hard for dad to part with my boobs. But he had to when we both were in our senses again.

I enjoyed every bit of it. And now I understand that maybe this subtle way of sex is better than actually having sex. I wanted to continue this. And one day, he would enter and destroy my pussy like a monster.

I took a shower and fingered myself to the third orgasm there. Thinking about all that had happened and all that was going to happen. I was excited about it. I was looking forward to being fucked by my dad. My pussy was waiting eagerly for his dick.

To be continued.

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