My name is Menaxi Vora. If you have read the title, you know I had to do something shameful with my father. No woman would want to see her father’s penis, let alone touch it.
And yet I am someone who is shamelessly talking about doing the deed. Not only that, I went a step further. I did it, and I want to talk about it. Do you know why? Because my father is the world’s best dad.
Every girl, when she is little, says, “I love my dad.”
“Father, I want to marry you.”
“You are the world’s best dad.”
But once she gets older, she goes to college, gets married, and suddenly her father is no longer her priority. She immediately dedicates her life to her husband and her in-laws. I’m not one of them.
A secret survey revealed that 33 per cent of women claim to have been fucked by their father-in-law at least once. And they loved it. If a woman is willing to do something like this for a man not related by blood, why does she hesitate to fulfil her biological father’s wish? Without whom would she not have existed?
I still remember the night it happened. At this point, my father had been bedridden for eight months now. We initially kept him in the hospital. But the doctor suggested we take him home because his health would not get any better.
“Give him his favourite food to eat. Let him watch or read whatever he wants to. Just make sure you keep him happy because now he can decide how long he wants to live.” So I did that. I dedicated all my following days to taking care of my father. I had a huge argument with my husband over this.
“He is my father! I cannot let some stranger nurse take care of him. He took care of me when I was little. He took care of me when you left me ten years ago. Now that he needs me, I should visit him and return home. That’s not fair.”
Without another word, I packed my bags, told my children to behave like responsible adults for a few days, and left for my home. Reaching home, I told the nurse, who had just finished washing him, to leave and come the next morning.
When I went to his room, he was sleeping. I kept everything he needed close; medicines, fruits to eat. His favourite books he might want me to read for him. Then I sat in a chair next to his bed. Seeing him sleep peacefully made me feel a lot of love for him.
I remember one time when he had a fever, and my mother had gone out to a party. I took care of him. Seeing him grow older made me cry. I was crying silently and continuously. Since nobody else was in the house, I didn’t hold back my waterworks.
A stream of salty tears oozed out of my eyes, trickled down my cheek, and fell on my chest. It’s no exaggeration to say that my white top was soaking wet and transparent within minutes. Not just because of tears but also because it was very hot in his room.
My father felt cold, so the fan was always kept off, even during burning summer afternoons. To be as comfortable as possible, I removed my sari and wore a sleeveless top and shorts. I took pride in seeing myself in the mirror because I wore these after almost twenty years.
Sure the top was tight around my bust and it took a lot of effort to pull up the shorts over my bubbly butt. Nevertheless, they fit me and the tightness only made me look sexier. I no longer had to stuff tissues in my bra to make my cleavage visible.
My heavy boobs were displaying the deepest valley possible and the mangalsutra was stuck in between those milky mountains.
“If only my husband could see me like this,” I said with a smile while checking out my butt. The ripped jeans shorts were barely able to contain my buttocks. Every time I bent, the shorts would slip showing off ample butt crack. But I let them be. “It’s not like Ketan is still sitting with his binoculars.”
Ketan was one of our creepy neighbors who used to watch me while I changed clothes. But that used to happen some twenty years ago when a teenage version of me used to live with my parents.
“I can’t believe father kept all my clothes as they were.”
Seeing this just made me love him more and cry more because his life was fading away. I kept on crying while keeping my eyes shut until I heard him speak. His voice was barely audible so I had to go very close to understand him.
“Ka… ka…kav…” he stuttered.
I was unable to understand him. So I leaned in. So much so that my boobs were brushing against his arm. The touch of my bra-less breast hardened my nipples. I could sense his arm twitch in response to it.
He gathered enough courage to say, “Kaveri, it’s time.”
“Time, time for what?”
Kavari is the 24-hour nurse we had kept for him. We paid her a lot of money to take care of my father. She took good care of him. She cooked food for him. She washed his clothes. She lived with him, all day every day in this beautiful 2BHK apartment.
Kaveri was practically his wife if you take out the love-making part. Once every week, my brother, who lives nearby, used to come and relieve her for the night. So that she could go and be with her husband and children for some time. Today he couldn’t come because he had to go somewhere.
He didn’t tell me exactly what it was except that they had some ‘test’.
“Time for what?” I asked my father who was clearly thinking I am Kaveri. I looked around and couldn’t understand what he was saying until I saw a massive erection in his pants. I didn’t understand that.
“Can a man in his eighties even get his thing hard?” I whispered to myself.
I couldn’t help but look at it and giggle. I was smiling. Part of me was curious to know if it was the real deal or a stuffed carrot underneath the blanket. I turned around to talk to myself while smiling,
“What does he want me to do with it?…. Does this mean Kaveri… that bad, bad girl? No wonder she was happy working here… How far did she go with my- dad….”
I couldn’t continue as I suddenly felt ticklish on my behind. I don’t know how but this old man had raised his hand and felt by round butt. He gently ran his finger over my visible butt crack. I let him feel me for some time until he tried to stick his finger in my but-hole.
That’s when I gently removed his hand and placed it on the bed. Apparently, when I bent over to listen to him, my shorts had slipped and they lowered my panty with it exposing more of my butt than it normally should.
“Naughty boy,” I said mischievously, pulling his cheek. He gave out a faint smile in response.
It’s not weird what he was doing to me. Clearly, he thought I was Kaveri. Certainly, I wasn’t disgusted by it. Actually, I was curious to see his dick standing erect. It’s been many years since I last saw a penis that was not on TV.
The old man tried to slip his right hand under the blanket to touch himself. I was still not sure what to do and how far to go with his request. I walked around the room, to the window to ensure that nobody could see from outside.
I was peeping out from a fourth-floor window, and no building was nearby on this side. All I got was a whistle from a roadside homeless guy who enjoyed my huge visible cleavage. A forty-plus woman was getting a comment for her looks. I accepted it with great pride.
“Ahm… mmm…”
I heard my father’s moans. His hand had reached the destination and was gently stroking it.
“Wait, let me help you with that.”
In a swift move, I walked to him and removed the blanket to see his erection.
“Wow!” I reacted, seeing his dick in its full glory. I took a deep breath as a shiver of excitement ran through my body. “It doesn’t look old at all.”
There was still hesitation on my part. My palm shook nervously. As a woman who still has a sex drive, I was tempted to touch it. But there was also long societal conditioning that told me this is wrong. “It’s now or never,” I said to myself. Then looking around, I went for it.
Moving the chair slightly, I sat on it and grabbed his cock. The first thing I noticed was that it was hard and warm. The foreskin had moved to the side but not entirely. With a gentle pull, I popped the pink tip out of hiding.
“Ah… ahm…” he moaned again, telling me to start stroking. I did as he asked, slow and steady. I was feeling dizzy just by thinking about what I was doing. My vision sometimes got blurred, and I had to relax my eyes. But not even once did I loosen the grip.
My hand continued to do the job. Even with my eyes shut, I could hear him react to every stroke. I could feel his hand rest on my exposed thigh. Actually, he was trying something. As I looked, I realized that he was trying to reach for my butt. When I sat down, the shorts slipped again, showing off some butt.
I adjusted the chair again and sat on the edge of the seat such that his hand could reach my buttocks. Meanwhile, I continued to stroke his cock. It was surprising how firm his grip was on my butt. He stuffed his middle finger inside my butt hole and stroked it at the same rhythm as I stroked his tool.
I know you might be very excited reading this. But at that moment, I was very embarrassed to do this shameful act with my father. At one point, I could feel his dick twitch. “Close to climax, huh,” I said while smiling at him.
“Kave…. ma… ma… mouth,” he said.
I blushed hearing that. “You want me to blow you?”
He nodded to affirm that. By then, the rational part of my brain had shut down. I was acting, reacting purely by my slut’s instinct. I stood up and bent over while pushing my behind closer to his face. At that moment, the shorts slipped, giving him a clear view of my holes.
My old man instantly dipped his fingers, one in each hole, and began pleasuring me. Meanwhile, I was still staring at his massive dick I was going to swallow.
You know, my husband never lets me blow him. He says blowjob is what prostitutes do. I don’t know where he got this from because I used to blow all my college boyfriends. Once I did two at the same time.
While my hand maintained a firm grip around his rod, I moved my mouth very close to his tip. I breathed out some warm air on his exposed cock. Surprisingly his cock smelled flowery, as Kaveri had applied powder on my dad’s crotch all the time.
That was the answer to the thought that constantly bothered me, “How far did Kaveri go with my father?”
The answer was in front of me for a very long time. There was not a single pubic hair around his cock. He was as clean as a woman’s cheek. I didn’t realize this until I noticed the absence of a dense bush touching my face. Feeling his dick twitch, I immediately started blowing his cock.
Without any hesitation, I took it deep throat. When I started using my mouth, I could feel his fingers go deeper into me as if he was trying harder to please me. My butt responded to his every touch as my shorts slowly slid until they were down and out of the way.
Within minutes he ejaculated, shooting a huge load inside my mouth. The instant he climaxed, I felt his hand slip out of my holes and drop to the floor. Quickly I picked it up and gently placed it next to him. Then I rushed to the bathroom, outside the room, to throw up all the cum.
For a man of his age, he was pretty fertile. As I rinsed my mouth, I looked at the mirror, saying with surprise, “It would be a great honour for me to be impregnated by him.”
I fantasized about it until I shook my head and said to myself, looking in the mirror, “Mena! He is your father!”
I understand that, but I couldn’t help it. At that moment, my bottom was exposed, and my pussy was wet. As I said before, the rational part of my brain had shut down, and it would stay that way until I cum. After cleaning myself, I walked back to my father’s room.
It was exciting walking bottomless in my house. Especially because the common bathroom is next to the apartment entrance. I heard a few people talking outside and couldn’t help but feel exposed. However, there was no way for them to see me pantless.
As I walked in, I saw my father sleeping. I still found him cute and lovable, but something changed after witnessing his wild side. I didn’t bother putting on my pants and sat beside him. Suddenly I had this urge to touch myself. Cupping my boob with one hand, I started fingering my pussy with another.
“Hey, dad. Look at me. I’m doing it.” I said while pleasuring myself. “Dad!”
Suddenly I realized that his chest was not moving normally. He was not breathing. I fell on his chest to observe even further.
“He is dying! I need to do something!”
Quickly, as I was trained as an air hostess, I started performing CPR on him. Pressing his chest as prescribed, followed by heavy breaths inside his mouth. I was panicking, crying, and no longer aroused as I repeated the procedure several times.
At one point, he returned and started breathing normally. I was relieved to see that. I would be lying if I didn’t say that when our lips last touched, there might have been some lingering tongue action and saliva exchange. Seeing him normal again, I sat back in the chair.
Suddenly, I started crying again. I blamed myself for what had just happened. “Had I not got him so excited, he would not have nearly died.” I cried silently while watching him sleep. As I looked, his dick had shrunk to its usual size.
I cried, resting my face on his belly, saying, “I’m sorry, dad! I’m so sorry.”
I kept my head on him to ensure he was breathing. Meanwhile, I mischievously played with his soft penis. “I’m sorry, dad. I won’t do that again.” I kept repeating until I fell asleep on his stomach while my fingers still wrapped around his soft penis.
I woke up when he suddenly started coughing. I quickly moved back.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I covered my eyes while apologizing.
“Kaveri.”
“Hmm,” I responded, looking at him.
“It’s time again.”
As I looked, his dick was hard. I didn’t realize why until I looked down. Even after all the things that happened, I didn’t bother putting on my shorts. So he was excited, and it was my fault. “I know I would be risking his life, but this is what he wants.” This time I wanted to feel him inside me.
Without any hesitation, I climbed on top of him. I ensured that I didn’t put my weight on his fragile body. Not that I am that heavy. I am fit with fat and curves only in the right places. Leaning forward, I whispered, “I’m putting it in.”
Then holding the shaft, I aligned the tip with my pussy hole. Rubbing the bulge slightly over the lips in one swift move, I pushed it in.
“Mena! What the fuck!”
It was my brother and his wife. Apparently, they returned from their test early and decided to pay a visit before going home. At that moment, both were standing at the entrance, watching me initiate sex with our dad.
At that moment, as if my soul had left my body, I said to myself, “Somebody, please kill me.”
To be cunt-i-nude
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