Hi, I am Ramesh, 45 years old, and I have a wife and daughter. My wife is 42 years old, a bit healthy but still looks young for her age. She is fair. After pregnancy, her assets grew, and they were like that since then.
My daughter Riya is 21 years old. She studies in college, and she is an engineering student. She resembles her mom but with a very sexy figure. Well, she is 21 what else can you expect.
To describe her, I would say that she is taller than her mother, about 5’5″. She has a very fair complexion and has decent boobs, and a thick ass. I bet guys in her college would die to have her.
This happened at the time when the first lockdown was applied. My wife Sushma was at her parents’ house. She was stuck there because of the sudden announcement of lockdown. So it was just my daughter at home and me. It was a difficult time for us as it was for many other people all over the world.
But since Sushma was not there, all the household chores had to be done by my daughter and me. And we were not used to it. Still, somehow we managed to do it. We thought it’s just 21 days that we have to get over with. We used to stay at home and started spending time together much more than we did before.
Both of us had nothing much to do. Though Riya spent some time talking with her friends. Still, the majority of the time she spent with me. We used to cook together, have dinner, lunch, and breakfast together, among many other things. We started playing online games, and we became friendlier.
Riya started sharing a few things about her life. Some incidents from her college and even talked about a boy she liked. I was open-minded and didn’t mind my daughter dating someone. And after dinner, we used to watch TV together. We used to sit on the sofa placed in front of the TV and watch movies.
So it had been 10 days since the lockdown began, and as usual, we were watching TV. Riya was tired, so she lay her head on my lap while sitting there on the sofa. I didn’t realize when she went to sleep. During the interval in the movie, I checked on her, and she was asleep.
I tried to wake her up so that she can sleep comfortably on her bed. But I didn’t want to disrupt her sleep as she was sleeping so peacefully. That’s when I started noticing my daughter’s body. She laid there on the sofa with her head on my lap and her legs extending to the other part of the sofa.
She was wearing a top and shorts, both were made of soft fabric. I could see a better part of her cleavage through the deep neck hole. And I noticed her boobs. They were perfectly round shape. And seem to be very firm. I went down, checking out her body, and my eyes fixated on her thighs and ass.
As she was wearing shorts and her legs were folded to fit the length of the sofa. Her shorts have risen up towards her crotch, and it was exposing almost whole her thigh. Shorts were long enough to just cover her ass. Her thighs were thick and milky white. They were provocative.
It had been more than 20 days since I was involved in any sexual activity. Sushma had gone to her parents’ house 2 weeks before the lockdown began. Since then, I was all alone by myself. And I had not even masturbated all this time.
All this led me to unconsciously place . Though it was thick, it felt very soft when I touched it, and I squeezed it a little just enough not to wake her up.
I continued caressing her ass, and doing so gave me a slight boner. It was frightening, as Riya’s head was inches away from it. What if she notices it? I quickly drew my hand back, woke her up, and told her to go to her room and sleep.
That night was very difficult for me to pass. It was already very late, so I couldn’t even call Sushma. She would have been asleep by then. I had no choice left but to masturbate. So I went to the common washroom that we had in our house, closed the door, and started masturbating.
At first, I was thinking about my wife, Sushma. But suddenly, her image converted into my daughter. I was in the middle of the act. I didn’t want to stop. My daughter’s naked body was making me hornier, and so after that, I continued masturbating, imagining about Riya.
Once I was done, I regretted it that what kind of father I was. I am a pervert man having such thoughts about my daughter. Thinking about all this, I went to bed and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up, and Riya was already awake. She had made breakfast for both of us. I had forgotten what happened last night until Riya dropped a spoon. When she bent down to pick it up, I could see almost her whole of her boobs.
I think I didn’t see any bra inside. Maybe she didn’t wear it at night. Though I didn’t see her nipples, I had seen enough. It gave me an instant hard-on. I tried to hide it. But as I was in the track-pants, a clear bulge can be seen. I moved my chair a bit under the table so Riya cannot see it.
After having breakfast, Riya went to take a bath. And I sat there on the sofa, still having the hangover of my daughter’s boobs. The list inside me had risen to a new high. I wanted more. My cock was asking for more. So I did what a father will never do.
While Riya was bathing, I opened the bathroom door slightly so I could peek at her. And to my advantage, the bathroom door lock was not working. Since it was a lockdown, we couldn’t call anyone to repair it. So I opened the door slightly without making any noise and peeked inside.
Aah, what a scene it was. Riya was taking a shower, and her whole body was wet. Water flowing down her flawless body. I could see her whole naked back. Her ass was amazing. It was much greater than her mom when she was her age. I kept looking at her and rub my dick over my tracks.
She was even dancing a bit while taking a bath. And suddenly she did twerk, at that moment my mind was blown. I inserted my hand in my pants and started masturbating. I didn’t expect that. Then she turned around, and I saw her naked front. Wow, her boobs were really perfectly round shape and tight.
Drops of water falling down style=”color: #3366ff;” href=”https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/indian-father-daughter-forbidden-incest-sex/”>her light brown nipples. I just wanted to suck on them. And her pussy it was shaven. She kept it clean. She hopped a bit, and I could see her boobs bouncing. I loved to watch it and wanted it never to end. Then to my surprise, she did something which I never imagined my daughter to do.
She took the hand shower and pointed it towards her pussy. With full force, water was hitting her pussy, and she was enjoying it. She rubbed her clit with the other hand and was trying not to moan. She leaned against the wall at first, and slowly she sat down on the floor.
My daughter and I were both masturbating simultaneously. It was a treat. My cock grew its full length. I pulled down my pants and started masturbating with full force. And so was Riya. She inserted her finger in her vagina and was finger fucking herself. Now she let out a few moans.
Her moans were encouragement for my cock. And I was about to cum, so I pulled out my pants, covered my dick, and came inside it. What a relief it was. I hastily closed the bathroom door as Riya was also almost done. I didn’t want to get caught.
When she came out, I was sitting on the sofa, pretending to watch TV. She had wrapped a towel around her body, and she went to her room. After I had seen her fully naked, I wanted more of her. I wanted to touch her and feel each and every part of her body.
She had very smooth, glowing skin. But I didn’t know how to proceed. My fatherly feelings always stopped me from taking any step.
A couple of days went by, and I was still thinking about Rita’s amazing body. But I would control myself around her, not to hurt her feelings by doing anything inappropriate. As she looked at me as her father and respected me a lot.
One night, when we watched TV, she laid her head on my shoulder and suddenly hugged me and started crying. I asked her why she didn’t reply first, but after some time, Riya said she was missing her mom. Well, hearing it brought tears to my eyes also as I was also missing Sushma a lot.
But nothing could be done. I consoled her that it’s few more days left for the lockdown to get over, and then she will come back. We kept hugging each other, and I also cried a bit, trying to comfort myself, and I got carried away. I first kissed my daughter on the forehead.
She thought of it as a fatherly kiss and looked towards me with love with her teary eyes. But seeing her face reminded me of her mother, and I kissed her on her lips. She was shocked and maybe didn’t realize what happened all of a sudden.
After a couple of seconds, she pushed me back. And gave a confused look. We sat there looking at each other for a few seconds, and we didn’t move an inch. I was also shocked at what I had done. I had broken a pure relationship that a father and daughter share.
Daughters trust their father the most and feel safe around him. But I had done something miserable. I broke the silence and gave the reason to her for my actions. Obviously, I didn’t tell her everything. I just told her that I missed mom a lot. She resembles her mom, and at that moment, I got carried away and kissed her.
She believed it, but she still had some doubts in her mind, which eventually went away in the next couple of days. In those two days, she maintained a little distance between us and even spoke less. But after a couple of days, she finally talked about the elephant in the room.
She said that I don’t have to worry about what happened that night, and she understands my emotions towards her and her mom. I felt relieved. And we continued to enjoy the father-daughter relationship as before.
So the final day of the first lockdown came. We were eagerly waiting for it to get over and were happy that Sushma will finally be home. But we got a surprise, the lockdown was extended. When we heard this news, we were together sitting on the sofa. This made both of us sad.
But I was sadder as she was my wife, and I needed her support and comfort. Tears rolled down my eyes, and Riya noticed it. She tried to console me that lockdown was just for few more weeks, and we will get over it too. But it was very difficult for me.
I told her that I missed mom’s support and care. And how I felt comfortable around her. Hearing which she hugged me for a while, and then she came up with an idea – an idea that would change everything. She told me that she will act like Sushma, my wife.
She suggested that we do a roleplay where she will act like my wife. Obviously, she clearly didn’t mention, but it was understood that the package didn’t come with anything physical. Just the comfort, care, and support that I was missing. Though I resisted before she pushed it, and I agreed.
So this part ends here. I hope you liked it. Read the next part to know how we both spent the next couple of weeks acting as husband and wife and did it work out.
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