Mom Wants Me to Fuck My Dad – Part 1

Author’s Note – The following story is fictional and written from a girl’s perspective. This is my second story. Happy Reading!

It all started when my dad saw me naked that day. I had been out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my wet body. Water dripped from my hair and slid on my smooth skin. When the door opened, he entered casually. It all happened so suddenly that I jumped at my place, and the towel slipped off.

For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. I looked at him and caught him staring at my naked body, drenched in water. I quickly covered my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other. That’s when he realised he had been staring for too long.

Now all this happened in some seconds. He didn’t utter a word and left. I picked up my towel. My heart was racing in my chest. Oh my God! What did happen? He saw his grown-up young girl, who was 23 years old, stark naked. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

But I was just embarrassed and thought that I should ignore it. After all, it was just a one-time thing- but hell, I was wrong.

Hey. I’m Anamika, and this is my story. I’m the only child of my parents and 23 years old. I live with them, and we love each other a lot – like a family. At least until then. Now we love each other more passionately. We are well off and living happily.

My figure is 36-28-36. I wear a C-cup bra. Personally, my favourite part of my body is my boobs. They are firm yet soft. I get a lot of attention due to my large boobs, but I pay the price for it with my back pains. Anyway, here’s what happened after that day.

I noticed my dad taking more interest in me. He always tried to be around me and watched me. He would randomly drop things and tell me to help him pick them up to stare at my cleavage. I had mixed feelings about it because it had not happened before.

All this attention in this new way from my dad was new to me. It took me time to get adjusted. I think dad understood that I was okay with it. Because he had started hugging me a lot, he would hug me when I woke up, after I showered, after eating in the evening, when he entered my room, and before sleeping.

It was kind of funny because I don’t know if he realised that I understood why he was suddenly giving me a lot of attention after the shower day. But I was okay with being hugged. I’ve always been a hugger.

One day when I entered the dining room for dinner.

Dad: Hey, love, why don’t you come here and sit on my lap as you used to when you were a baby.

I was a little reluctant and embarrassed, so he said to mom: See Renuka, our daughter is too shy to sit on her father’s lap.

Mom gave dad a crooked smile: It’s okay, beta. You may have grown up, but you’re still his little girl for him.

I gave in and sat on his lap reluctantly. I could feel something hard near my ass. I knew it was his dick. Oh my God! Is he hard for me? I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. I decided to not pay attention to that. He held me by my waist and fed me with his other hand.

After I was comfortable, I almost forgot that I’d grown now. I was behaving like a child, and he kept me feeding like I was a baby. We were smiling and laughing, and mom sat opposite us, watching us play and laugh. Things were pretty normal.

Apart from his bulge rubbing it against my ass sometimes and him touching the base of my boobs with his thumb occasionally. I was ready to ignore that to relive my childhood again.

One day, we were sitting like that – me on his lap, and I was talking to mom. I suddenly felt a kiss on my cheek and a squeeze on my left breast. I quickly turned to look, and it was my dad. It was not a mistake. Not because he still had my boobs in his hand.

It seemed like he wouldn’t remove it anytime soon. So I pushed him, got up and ran towards my bedroom. I never knew this could happen. I wasn’t ready for this. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t sure if mom had seen it, so I decided to go and talk to her.

I entered her room, and she was sitting on a chair and reading a book. She had grown old. She was now in her late 40s. I sat next to her, and she looked at me.

Me: Mom, I want to talk to you.

Mom: Is it about what happened earlier?

Me: So, did you see it?

Mom: Yes.

Me: So why didn’t you say anything to dad? It was so wrong! I’m his daughter! How could he touch me like that?

Mom kept the book aside and hugged me to calm me down.

Mom: I know, beta, that it may be wrong from your perspective, but…

I interrupted her before she could finish: From my perspective? What mom? Do you think it’s right from any perspective?

She sighed and held my hand. “I want you to calm down and listen to me just once. And I want you to think about what I say, keeping the morality and other biases aside.”

I couldn’t believe what she said, but I knew she always wanted my best. She was wise, and it’s a trait dad liked the most about her – well, apart from that, she was pretty in her days. “Okay. Tell me.” I sighed.

Mom: Now I know we all have grown up listening to stuff and taboos that no one talks about. From a moral point of view, what your father did was wrong. But what are moralities? In my opinion, it’s just a social construct to keep people in check.

Mom: Now I have stopped believing in taboos that do not harm anyone but are just against the moral code. Theft and robbery harm others, so they should be discouraged. But having sex in your family doesn’t harm anyone. Does it? Hell, no one even has to know what you’ve been doing in your own family.

I was a bit shocked by hearing this. Although it was all against what I’ve always learned, it sounded logical in some ways. Two people having consensual sex doesn’t harm other people. No matter if they are husband and wife or father and daughter.

Oops. Why did I only think about father and daughter? Even mom and son and sister and brother can have sex. I gave her a nod realising what she meant to say.

Me: But I think it has to do with some biological reasons? Like when close relatives have sex, their baby has some genetic defects.

Mom: Yes. Exactly that. That’s why it was discouraged, but it doesn’t matter since we have many contraceptive options. People can always use a condom.

Me: But mom, why did he do it?

She smiled and looked at my body and then at my breasts. “You’ve grown up so much, darling. You look so hot and sexy that anyone wants to date and touch you.”

Me: So, dad finds me attractive?

“Even I find you attractive.” She winked at me, and I blushed. “Your dad doesn’t show, but he’s lonely. I mean, he has me for things to talk about and emotional support. But guys always need sexual satisfaction to truly stay happy.”

She continued.”Ever since my surgery, my sex drive vanished. I no longer wanted to have sex, and still, we tried. I tried for him, but it gets too painful for me.”

I didn’t know this. I guess no one knows their parent’s sex life, so fair enough. But now I understood why he did what he did. Why does he always keep hugging me? He just wanted to feel a young body next to his. I looked at mom.

She suddenly appeared to have grown a lot older than yesterday. Maybe I hadn’t observed her this carefully before. My eyes went to a picture of her on the bedside table in which she was young and sexy.

Me: Why doesn’t he have sex with someone else outside?

Mom laughed: Even I suggested this to him, but I get it. You cannot trust just anyone on the outside. Like apart from the fear of STDs, one could easily take a picture to blackmail us.

I agreed with it.

Mom: The last time he had sex was when we were on a trip to that village, remember?

Me: Ohh, yea. Last year?

Mom: Yes. I convinced him that no one knew him here so that it would be easy, so he arranged two women and enjoyed it. He was happy that day and for a couple of days. But then we came back here, and the old life without any sex started again and made him sad again.

I suddenly started feeling bad for him.

“Until.” She paused for a second like she wasn’t sure if she should say it or not “he saw you naked that day in the shower.”

Me: So you know about that too, mom?

Mom: I know about everything. He doesn’t hide anything. That’s what I like about him. He’s always honest.

Me: So what did he say?

Mom: He said he saw you naked accidentally that day. He thought you went to college and went into your room to fix the router as the Wi-Fi wasn’t working.

“What else did he say?” I asked with curiosity.

Mom: Seems like you’re too curious.

I blushed but tried to hide it.

Mom: He said he couldn’t believe our daughter had grown up so much now. She looked so sexy. He said he hadn’t seen anyone more beautiful and sexy than her.

Something was happening to me. I didn’t know what. Imagining my father saying these things about me made me feel something I couldn’t figure out.

Me: So that’s why he started hugging me so much and making me sit on his lap?

Mom: Yes, actually, that was my idea.

I stared at my mom. “YOU TOLD HIM TO DO THAT?” I couldn’t believe it.

Mom: Yes, beta, I’m sorry you didn’t like it, but it made your father happy.

I sighed and took a deep breath before finally asking, “So what do you suggest I do?”

Mom paused a little as if she was thinking about many things and then finally said, almost whispering, “If you could..umm..if you are comfortable enough to do things with your dad, it would make your father and me happy to bring us closer than ever.”

It was what I was expecting. But it still took me a minute to process it. “So you want me to have sex with my dad?” I asked straightforwardly.

Mom: Only if you’re comfortable enough.

Me: With my dad?

Mom: Didn’t I tell you it may be against the moral code? But it’s not wrong.

Me: Okay. I understand that.

Mom: Okay, so tell me, if having sex with your dad wasn’t illegal or against the moral code, it was rather common for daughters to have sex with their father. Would you?

Me: It’s a different thing.

Mom: No, it isn’t. It’s the same. Think about it. Do you want not to have sex with your father? Or do you want to not have sex with someone who always took care of you, stood by your side, and always loved you?

Put it like that. It sounded rather reasonable. How is a father different from a husband if it weren’t for morality. They both take care of you and love you, then why are you expected to have sex with one and strictly not allowed to do it with the other.

If I think about it, your father should have more rights over you and your body because he made you, and your husband didn’t. He just saw your beauty and then married you to have sex. But your father – he didn’t know how you would look- still loved you even before you were born.

“I need time to think about it,” I said. She nodded. I got up and opened the door. Dad was in front of me.

Dad: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.

Me: It’s okay, dad. I forgive you.

He smiled and hugged me tightly, but I hugged him back, this time with more love. I could feel my boobs against his chest. And his bulge near my belly. I don’t know if, knowingly or subconsciously, I thrust my belly forward to feel more of his dick.

I felt his hands tracing my bra hook, and I gasped. I kissed his cheek and left. Then I walked into my room and closed the door. I took off all my clothes and threw them on the floor. I stood in front of the mirror and carefully looked at myself. I let my hair loose and glided my hands on my body.

I held my boobs and squeezed them hard, still looking at myself. I was turned on. I don’t know if it was the idea of having sex with my dad or just looking at this sexy body of myself. So I started rubbing my pussy and fell on the bed.

After I was done, I lay there and thought about it a lot. I thought about it so much that I didn’t even know when I fell asleep.

The next day, I walked into the kitchen where mom was cooking and hugged her from behind. She smiled.

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Are you sure?” She asked me with a lot of hope.

“Yes, I am.”

To be continued.

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