She had hugged me out of a daughter’s trust and love for her father. Not out of any sexual feeling. I did not wish to do anything foolish. I did not wish to be an idiot. But, no matter how much I tried, I could not control my own sexual excitement.
A war was raging within me. A war between a father’s feelings towards a daughter and a man’s feelings towards a sexually attractive woman. After some time she came more close to me and hugged me more tightly. She was whispering something in her sleep. I tried carefully and listened.She whispered” Vinu…… Darling ……. I want you ……. I am aching for you ……. Come Darling ……. I am waiting! ”
I was shocked and saddened too! Vinod was her late husband,My daughter was missing him sexually..! God!!! She was not hugging me with affection as a daughter,she was dreaming that she was in bed with her late husband and hugging him sexually..!
I realised that it was almost ten months since her husband had expired and obviously my daughter was sexually frustrated. So here we were both a widower father and a widowed daughter, both sexually frustrated..!
Madhura, now put her left leg over my legs. I could distinctly feel the heat from her crotch seeping through her saree through her petticoat and through my dhoti directly onto my penis. Further, again in her sleep, she caught my head with her left hand and pushed it downwards towards her breasts and began whispering again”Vinu …. Darling ……. here take my nipples ……. the baby may wake up ……. so drink my milk ……. before he wakes up ……. but keep some for the baby! ”
Though I am a father and I love my daughter as a father should, yet I am also a man with human weaknesses. I knew that my daughter was breast feeding her baby. Now that she was virtually pushing my head towards her breasts, I did not resist.
I allowed her to do so. But after pushing my head a few inches towards her breasts, to my disappointment she turned. She was lying on her back with her head turned towards me and I could tell that she was in a deep sleep. I got up slightly and crouched over her and whispered” Madhu.. are you awake? ”
Eliciting no response I gently shook her shoulder to see if she would open her eyes. Again, no response. With my inhibitions disappearing and my arousal growing, I grabbed the top of her saree palloo and slipped it down to reveal her young breasts in her bra and blouse.
I saw she was wearing a white bra inside her blouse. Very nervously I gazed at my daughter’s body. Her breasts made the blouse taught across her chest. I ran my palm very lightly over the breasts and cupped them. I got more excitement.
Ever so slowly, I began unhooking her blouse and managed to open it completely. Now her lovely breasts were visible in her bra. I lightly touched her bra. I paused, checked her face again to see if she was waking. My hands were shaking at this point, and my knees felt ready to buckle. Taking a silent deep breath I turned her slowly to her left side.
I unhooked her bra and turned her again on her back. The sight was incredible. My young daughter’s breasts were perfect. They were large, round and fleshy with large, brownish red and protruding nipples topping them off. Just the way I liked them.
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