He firmly planted his mouth on my belly button and kissed harder. Despite the right signals from my brain, my body was again losing control. The sensations were so powerful that I placed my hands behind his head pressing him harder to my belly button while gasping for air between moans.
Daddy continued kissing for a good few minutes while his tongue explored my belly button inside out. I was on the brink of my orgasm and quickly came back to my senses again.
I pulled back from him a little because I couldn’t handle the embarrassment of cumming in front of him. Dad calmly said “see now, this looks so beautiful on you Usha” and left from there.
I only smiled signaling him a thanks with my eyes before I sat down on my bed with my overbearing arousal. As soon as he was out of the door, I lay on my bed pulling up my saree and petticoat.
I was beyond care about closing the door despite knowing well that daddy would probably be there watching me pleasure myself. Daddy’s touch and kiss on my navel had felt so good despite the taboo.
I had read about this navel pleasure in “Living my Fantasy”, “The honeymoon” and some other stories on this website. It had instantly become one of my favorite fantasies to experience it.
But at the same time, I knew Daya would never do it considering his lack of interest in foreplay. Daya only caresses my waist and that alone gets me wet enough.
So now this taboo experience with my father in law felt very acceptable to me. My arousal knew no limits driving me quickly towards my orgasm. Today’s orgasm was more intense than yesterday making me see stars when it crashed on my shores.
I glanced at the mirror to find dad massaging his hard sausage over his pajamas again while watching me with lust. Just like yesterday he was quickly gone by the time I corrected my clothes.
I tiptoed quickly to his bedroom and found him in the bathroom again stroking himself calling out my name. Today I heard him say something new. He said “ohh Usha, your navel is so beautiful and tasty. How I wish I could play with it all the time…”.
I found this very surprising but still very arousing especially because my father in law was saying it. I hopped back to my bathroom and cleaned up and corrected my clothes.
Then I stepped out for grocery shopping. When I came back, I saw Mr. Laal, our regular clothes store owner sitting with dad next to a pile of sarees. Daddy saw me enter, he said “quickly keep the bags in the kitchen and come here Usha”.
I did and came and stood next to him. Daddy held my hand and pulled me to sit next to him on the sofa. I was surprised at this gesture because this was the first time daddy had held my hand like this.
I did not mind because compared to kissing my navel and watching me pleasure myself, this was nothing. He ordered Laal to display a variety of sarees only transparent chiffon types.
I looked at daddy shocked, he smiled and said “I know what looks good on you Usha, so trust me on this”. I have to admit that dad’s choice of colors was very good and quite similar to mine.