My Slut Bahu
06-15-2011, 10:04 AM
My Slut Bahu
Hi this is huma with a red hot incest story
My wife Shama and son Sumesh were killed in a car crash when my daughter in law Prabha was just twenty. I was devastated – mine had been a terrific marriage, not least for the fantastic sex, where nothing had been taboo and so hab neen mu son’s.
Prabha took care of me since then, like my own daughter, taking charge and looking after everything. She was wonderful, comforting me and running the household, cleaning and cooking while I tried to come to terms with what had happened. At the funeral she’d put her arms round me and hugged me with tears in her eyes.
‘Don’t worry, Papa– I’ll take care of you,’ she’d whispered.
Gradually, we’d settled down to a routine, and life more or les returned to normal. But then I became aware of changes in Prabha. She no longer went out but prefered to stay at home with me. Secretly, I was glad. I was glad that if she went out, men would attract her, kiss her and touch her young body, perhaps even fuck her.
Prabha began to wear fewer and more revealing clothes – very short skirts that showed off her bare legs, small tops and half-unbuttoned blouses, and she rarely wore a bra around the house, apparently unmindful of the fact that her nipples could be clearly seen by me through whatever she was wearing.
I often guiltily enjoyed seeing her in her skirts and blouses,showing off her long, bare legs, and occasionally had a glimpse of her knickers, and watching her budding breasts starting to strain against her blouses and sweaters. She’d always been very affectionate, sitting on my lap and touching me, often pressing her breasts against me, with her skirt sliding up as she wriggled into a more comfortable position. This often resulted in her butt pressing against my lund, and sometimes I rested my hand on her bare thigh.
On her 21st birthday I took her out to dinner to celebrate. She wore a short, low-cut black dress and high heels, she had put on some of her mother in law’s jewellery. She squeezed my hand and gave me a sly smile.
When we got home she threw her arms round my neck and thanked me for a lovely evening, and for the first time gave me a long kiss on the mouth. Her tender lips felt inviting, and it was all I could do to gently free myself and say goodnight.
After that, it seemed natural for us to regularly kiss each other on the lips, usually briefly, but sometimes a little longer than necessary, and our hands would touch and we seemed to brush against each other more and more frequently.
We often ate at the breakfast in the kitchen, sitting side by side on stools, which gave me repeated glimpses of her cleavage, and our legs would touch or her breast might sometimes brush against my arm. One morning Prabha accidentally spilled orange juice on her tight-fitting t-shirt. I’d already noticed that she was wearing a bra – it was black one, in sharp contrast with her fair tits.
‘Shit!’ she cried, and peeled off her t-shirt, and I felt myself getting hard as I gazed at her fully visible nipples.
I used to spend most of my time in my office at home working, writing porn novels for a living. One morning Prabha came in wearing very tight shorts, and a white sleeveless blouse, her breasts were exposed.
‘Still working Daddy?’ she smiled, and stood beside me. Then she pulled back my chair slightly and sat on my lap. I was acutely aware of her bare thighs and midriff, and when I glanced down I saw that most of her left breast was visible. I rested my hand on her waist as I reached past her to pick up the coffee.
She picked up a few pages I had written and began to read them, and reading them, said ‘I like this bit, Daddy!’ She wriggled her bottom on my lap, and I left my hand on her waist, enjoying the feel of her warm bare skin.
‘”Ramesh ne Nina ki chuchi ko pyar se se masal diya aur choot par haath fera,”‘ she read. ‘”Papa– that feels wonderful! – but I don’t WANT YOU TO BE SO LOVING AND GENTLE! I WANT YOU TO BE ROUGH WITH ME. I WANT PAPA TO TREAT ME ROUGHLY”‘
Prabha smiled at me seductively and rubbed her ass on my erect lund. ‘Can I read some more of your hot storiy, Daddy?’
‘No!’ I said with mock strictness. ‘Go away and let me do some work!’
She pouted. ‘You’re a mean, Daddy! I was just starting to enjoy myself!’
I slapped her ass cheeks playfully. Prabha caught her breath, and then she giggled. ‘”Daddy – that feels wonderful! – but – but don’t be so gentle! Be rough with me!”‘ she quoted.
I grinned, and spanked her butt again, much harder this time.
She hesitated, then leaned forward to kiss me swiftly, but not before I looked down her blouse. Not only were her breasts completely visible, but I saw that her nipples were rigid. ‘I like you doing that to me,” Daddy,’ she whispered, and then she straightened and walked to the door, while I stared at her gently swaying bottom.
I tried to concentrate on my porn story, but all I could think of was my daughter in law moving her gaand against my lund, and I found myself dreaming of spanking her bare bottom …
It was a Saturday, and at lunchtime I suggested we took a beer together and again I put my hand on her bare waist, managing to hold her close.
Prabha was obviously enjoying herself, and we went out our lawn with the beer. She chattered constantly, her cheeks flushed and her eye sparkling, apparently unaware that our legs frequently touched beneath the table.
‘Those things you write about, Daddy – did you do them with Mummy?’ she suddenly asked, staring at me boldly.
‘I – I don’t think we should talk about that,’ I stammered weakly, and Prabha giggled.
‘Your wife and I used to talk about the things you did to her – I loved hearing about them, it was exciting, but sometimes I felt jealous …’
Her eyes dropped, and I saw that she was blushing, and then she hurriedly changed the subject.
I slipped my arm round her waist, and she briefly rested her head on my shoulder. Then she took my hand, holding it tightly as we walked, and I found it was constantly brushing against her bare thigh and my rising cock.
I could not think of anything but my daughter in law’s body. I was ready to go into my office, I glanced up at Prabha’s bedroom window, and there she was, looking at me, completely naked. I stopped breathing, unable to take my eyes from her body.
‘Do you like it, Daddy?’ she asked, I think she meant her naked body and drops of sweat which seemed to disappear between the cheeks of her bottom.
I told her I liked what I had seen, which was true …She giggled. ‘Are you sure you’re talking about the the naked body of you bahu, Daddy?’
Then her expression changed. ‘I’m sorry if I embarrassed you just now, Daddy,’ she said, smiling shyly, ‘letting you see me with nothing on …’
‘It’s me who should say sorry, for staring at you, Prabha,’ I was aware that I was still gazing at her barely-concealed breasts.
‘I didn’t mind you seeing me naked, Daddy,’ she almost whispered. ‘In fact, I – I liked it …’
I almost grabbed her and tore off her small transparent shirt she had put on.
I wanted my bahu for myself, so I opened a bottle of wine and handed her a glass. Under her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Suddenly she burst into tears, dropped her glass and rushed from the room.
I hurried after her, following her upstairs to her room, to find her sobbing on her bed. Her face was buried in her arms. I sat on the bed beside her and put my hand on her bare shoulder.
‘Prabha, what’s the matter?’ I asked, stroking her, hating to see her like this.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at me, her cheeks streaked with tears and her breasts heaving.
‘Daddy I misss Sumesh andyou are driving me mad, you are making me horny. What should I do. I know that you want me, and I want you too. I want you so badly, Daddy! What about the world, damn it you are ny father in law, ohhh god why won’t you fuck me?’
‘You’re my daughter in law, my bahu, beti! Yes, of course I want you, but I dont know what the people will say. I will be damned’
Prabha rested her chutad on my lap. I couldn’t resist any longer, and I transferred my hand from her shoulder to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up her soft, silky-smooth skin. Our eyes locked, and she parted her legs, thrusting her breasts up and offering herself to me.
I slipped my arm under her waist and pulled her against me, and then my mouth covered hers and I was kissing her frantically. Her soft lips parted, and my tongue searched for hers, finding it, feeling it welcoming mine as we kissed wetly.
My bahu squirmed against me, and my hand moved between her legs. She was wearing no panties, and her lovely silky choot was already soaked. I fondled her naked chuchis.
I moved my mouth down over her neck and throat, letting my hands roam over her body as I kissed her shoulders. I kissed her arms and her hands, sucking her fingers, turning her over so that I could kiss her back, her breasts. I sucked her stiff nipples, biting them gently and hearing her moan softly.
My mouth travelled down, kissing her belly, and then I was kissing her thighs. I started at the top, slowly working my way down to finally reach her foot, licking each toe in turn, and then I switched to the toes of her other foot, before kissing her calf and thigh.
Prabha cried out as my mouth found the lips of her choot. She was trembling, my tongue sucked on her CHHOLA and her body jerked and trembled. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face to her choot as I used my lips, tongue and teeth on her choot and she cried” Ohhhhh Papa, suck meeee, I am dying, Ohhhh harami Suresh, chus meri choot. chus apni bahu ki choot”.
I could feel that she was gasping for breath, panting and moaning in the throes of her orgasm. She writhed on the bed, twisting and turning, and when she rolled over I slapped her bottom, hard, and then I spanked her a few more times.
She pulled on my clothes, her fingers taking my clothes off, making me naked. She reached for my throbbing cock, and I let her kiss it for a moment. She tried to pull me down on top of her, to begin fucking her in earnest but I hadn’t finished kissing her. My mouth and hands must have covered every inch of her body – teasing her, kissing her, caressing her, sometimes being rough with her as she had asked me to. Finally, she could bear it no longer.
‘Do it to me Daddy, please! I beg you Daddy, you bastard– fuck me, sale harami, I cant live without yoyr cock, fuck meeeeee!’
She was very tight, and I entered her pussy roughly. Prabha stared up at me wide-eyed. ‘Oh, God, Daddy, your lund is big, fuck your bahu!’ she hissed into my ears.
I began to slowly move in and out of her, my mouth on hers and my hand kneading her breast. My cock stretched my bahu’s choot. I fucked her she writhed against me, panting, grinding her breasts against my chest and digging her nails into my back.
I tried to make it last as long as possible, but the stimulation was agonizing, and I felt myself starting to lose control. Prabha felt it too, and her mouth opened in a scream as I shoved my lund faster and harder. She started to buck wildly beneath me. She wrapped her legs round my waist, forcing me deeper into her. She sank her teeth into my shoulder, clinging to me as I pounded into her, and then her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow AND SHE CRIED” dADDY, YOU BAHU IS CUMMING ON YOUR DIRTY COCK.
I fucked her harder and harder, and then she screamed loudly as I erupted into her choot. My semen gushed forth, and she kissed me feverishly, her teeth biting my lower lip as her body jerked uncontrollably. I kept fucking her, even after the flood of my semen had come to an end, and Prabha fell back limply as I rammed my lund into my pyari bahu again and again. Her hand cupped my balls. She clung to me, kissing me and telling me how much she loved me, until at last I emptied the last of my drop into her choot.
‘Suresh you are my Sumesh, I never dreamed it could be like that!’ she whispered. Oh, Daddy, my hubby, I love you!’
I saw that she was crying, and I kissed her tears, and told her how wonderful it had been for me, too. I got off the bed and went downstairs to collect the bottle of wine and our glasses. I glanced at the clock, and was amazed to see that we’d been making love for nearly an hour.
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