Daughter’s Boyfriend & his Family

Introduction of characters

1. Pamela (Pam) Desouza: Suman’s Finance, Classical Dancer, 19 yrs.
2. Mariana (Maria) Desouza: Pamela’s Mother, 36 yrs, Housewife & Social Activist.
3. Joseph (Dave) Desouza: Pamela’s father, 38 yrs, Businessman.
4. Supriya (Priya) Chowdhury: Bengali TV Actress cum renowned social activist, 37 yrs.
5. Sushovan (Sovan) Chowdhury: Eminent Author, Supriya’s Husband, 38 yrs.
6. Suman Chowdhury: Their Son, Agent of a Pvt. Insurance Company, 20 yrs.
7. Soma (Doll) Chowdhury: Their Daughter & Rahim’s wife, Playback Singer, 19 yrs
8. And a few supporting characters.

As the dinner was almost ready, Mariana D’Souza (In short, Maria) had sent her husband Joseph upstairs to bring their daughter Pamela and her boyfriend Suman. Her daughter had been dating a Brahmin Bengalee boy, Suman, for over two months. They met at college and instantly fell in love.

They were eighteen & nineteen respectively, and their parents trusted them to be mature and responsible in future. They were in Pamela’s room, preparing themselves for their forthcoming final exams. The door was closed, all was quiet, so Joseph knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle them.

“Oh, I’m going to cum, Suman.”

He heard his daughter gasping for breath. The moan of his daughter puzzled him. He pushed the door open, very slowly, and he stopped in the dead tract. Pinned to the wall, his daughter was completely naked. She wrapped around her Bengalee boyfriend’s thin waist with her legs, tightly encircling his neck.

She was actually hanging from his neck while receiving his short but rapid thrusts in her squishing pussy. Her eyes were screwed tight, lips forced into a thin, pale line. His cheeks clenched as his large, glistening cock was pistoning her wet pussy.

His large, hairy balls were swinging obscenely with his rapid thrusts. He lifted her 5′ height small plump body from the floor, keeping his palms under her large ass.

Joseph looked on, frozen, helpless, too embarrassed to say anything. His cock instantly responded to the live porn show in front of him, tenting his pyjama. He felt ashamed of his unavoidable incestuous feelings.

That’s when his daughter came down from her orgasm with a loud gasp, rubbing her pelvis madly with his crotch and head thrown back. Her eyes opened slightly. But she was unable to focus on the person in the doorway, who backed out slowly, quietly closing the door.

“Hello, dear!” Mariana shouted from downstairs, “Are they ready? Dinner is on the table.”

“Just a sec, darling,” Joseph shouted back with a gasp. Then he heard scrambling from inside his daughter’s bedroom as they rushed to dress. A few moments later, he knocked on the door, a little louder than before.

“Won’t be long, Dad.” Pamela sounded out of breath, not hesitating to tell a blank lie, “We’re just tidying up our notes.”

“Okay.” Without opening the door, he said and went back downstairs.

During dinner, Joseph looked across the table at his daughter. But she did not indicate that she’d seen him with no awkward looks or blushes. Once before, she had seen him accidentally in the bathroom, only his top half, from his chest upwards.

But she’d blushed for a week whenever their eyes met. Now, though, it seemed like this was just his little secret with himself.

After dinner, all of them watched TV for a while. Suman, however, stole furtive glances at his girlfriend. At 9:00 pm, he went back home, kissing her at the door. Her cheeks were flushed as she turned around and saw her father standing in the hallway, watching them intently.

“Serious then?” He joked. “Do I need to buy some contraceptive pills?”

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so naughty!” She replied, being embarrassed, “We’ve been seeing each other just for two months, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that.”

“Two months? Already? Well, I never,” Joseph said. “We haven’t met his parents yet. Let’s invite them for dinner.”

“They’re nice, but I think Suman thinks too that you won’t approve of them.”

“We’re not that bad, are we, Pam?”

“Well,” Pamela bit her bottom lip, “They are a special type of religious, never engage themselves in anything without their family-priest’s advice and suggestion.”

“Ahh, we’re also religious, just they belong to Hinduism while we’re Christian.” He nodded, “But they’re a special type of religious, hmmmm, it’s peculiar, I can’t get it.”

“They’re normal, just not what you’d expect.” She laughed.

“Well, that’s settled then.” He clapped his hands together. “My interest is piqued. Next Sunday is the final. We’ll see just how religious they are and what their speciality is in religion, which would freak us.”

He grinned as his daughter punched him on the chest lightly, then hugged him before going upstairs to her room.

“OK, Dad, we’ll see.” She said as she dashed upstairs.

Mariana was feeling friskier than usual tonight. Her hands wandered over her husband’s hairy body until she found his semi-erect dick. Actually, he’d been thinking about his daughter, the way her face contorted in lust while she was cumming on her boyfriend’s cock.

The young boy was thrusting into her, pursing her lips in a silent scream whilst he took her to the edge of eternal bliss. On the other hand, Joseph didn’t know what his wife was actually thinking. She slipped beneath the covers and took him in her mouth. Fully erect, he turned onto his back as she climbed on top.

She kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth as she lined herself up and impaled her slick pussy on his raging hard-on. He’d never known her to be this wet before, or, for that matter, this horny. Her head thrown back, and gasping for air.

She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair as she rode him through her second and third climax. She fell forward suddenly, while trashing her body madly and breathless. She felt him swelling, bathing her clasping tunnel with his hot spurts.

Finally, his cock slipped away from her as a mixture of semen and pussy-juices flowed down from her cunt, over her husband’s balls and between his ass-crack. They lay together, kissing, regaining their strength. He hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Wow, that’s great! But what’s gotten into you so hot, darling?”

“Just a bit horny, love.” His wife replied. “Actually, watching those two all lovey-dovey together reminded me how much I love you.”

They kissed again, as she rolled off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She absent-mindedly scooped up the cum from her leaking cunt. She licked her finger clean, savouring the mixture’s saltiness as the bathroom door swung shut.

He sat up in bed excitedly, hearing the sounds of bed springs squeaking from his daughter’s room, followed by a breathless gasp. He could realise his daughter was masturbating. His mind immediately wandered back to this evening’s scene.

She looked so much like her mother, especially in the throes of passion.

His feelings were conflicted now, though. Their bond was strong, but until now, he’d never thought of his daughter as a sexual being. He lay back, thinking of how his daughter had grown, absently touching his hardening member. His wife came back from the bathroom.

“It’s getting late, love.” She said, spotting him stroking his erect cock. She climbed back into bed and snuggled her bum into him. He reached over and caressed her soft breasts. She opened her legs, trapping his cock between her thighs, relishing the feeling of it rubbing her shaven pussy-lips.

She humped back at him slowly. Cum was still dripping down her thighs as it dribbled from his manhood, finally drifting off to sleep, softened and spent. Joseph dreamed of his daughter that night. He dreamed of the first time she stood in front of him.

Her boobs are bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched and licked. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She took a step back, and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts.

His journey of adoration finally rested on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. His daughter lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer. He moved almost in a hypnotised state, his stiff boner leading him towards her, like a moth in a burning flame.

His hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s, and he tried to push her away. He woke up with a sudden gasp, sweating, the bed-cover bunch in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.

In the next room, Pamela too was dreaming, but not of her boyfriend. It was her boyfriend’s handsome father, Sushovan. His hot breath against her neck as she responded to his manly and long thrusts. Her legs tighten around his waist. He pushed himself into her.

Her boyfriend watched them having sex from the doorway, focusing his mobile to take photos of their lovemaking. She beckoned her boyfriend to come nearer; he obliged and stood beside his father, smiling at him. Sushovan Uncle convulsed within her, grinning at his son.

She reached out to her boyfriend, her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met. Sushovan uncle ceased the matter, melting away and then replaced by her boyfriend. Her thighs gripped his waist, and she threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream.

Her passion-filled dream was shattered suddenly, making her wake with the bed cover clamped between her thighs. She grinned to herself; she sometimes thought of her boyfriend’s father as she played with herself.

‘Hell,’ She thought, ‘Why is it Suman’s father and not Suman? Maybe it’s their similar looks that creates an illicit effect in my subconscious mind. Again, Supriya aunty and I are pretty similar, so why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?’

The next morning, she got out of bed and opened her bedroom door. Her father walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching. She noticed his pyjama bulged at the fly, and she absent-mindedly licked her lips, looking at her father’s eyes seductively.

“Morning, Dad, ” she said sunnily.

“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled, as he quickly dropped his hands to cover the bulge and to save his dignity. But she couldn’t un-see what had been seen.

She had seen it before, though. She’d opened the door to the bathroom while her father was sitting on the commode, his cock in his hands and his eyes screwed tight as he stroked himself towards climax. She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy.

Her hand snaked under the hem of her nightie, and she felt her wetness. She closed the bathroom door and retreated to her bedroom. Her finger was not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself. That tingle was back as her father scurried to the bathroom, looking back at his daughter. The door closed.

At breakfast, he looked over the table at his daughter. But she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The truth was, she was confused. She loved her boyfriend with all her heart. But recently, she’d felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw his father or her own father.

She thought it might be her fascination with older people, they were gentler, calmer and more experienced. She felt different elsewhere when she looked at their crotches. Last night hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her boyfriend’s father or her own father.

There had been a few more, which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch. But this was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her, even if the mind knew it was wrong.

She decided to think it over properly, see how she felt in a week or two, and if anything happened after that, it was fate. On the other hand, Joseph tried hard to suppress his incestuous feelings for his daughter, telling himself that he was her guardian, her protector and most of all, her biological father.

The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong. His attraction to her was only because she had become a woman, so much like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.

For the next week, Joseph and his daughter attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Pamela hoped that her father would walk in through the open door again while her boyfriend pounded her. Orgasms ripped through as she felt her father’s eyes upon her in the doorway.

Joseph, one night, watching TV with his wife, found it hard to concentrate. He fought to stay in his seat. He desperately wanted to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole of his daughter’s bedroom. He didn’t notice that his wife was absent-mindedly stroking her labia.

Yes, the same was for Maria. That night, and every night after Suman visited her daughter, she would go to bed being horny and in need of hard cock. Like her husband, she too had once seen her daughter having sex with Suman. After that, she often dreamed about his wondrous dick doing to her daughter.

She could guess why her daughter was so attracted to him. Pamela realised that her new Bengalee boyfriend, Suman, had reached places that her other boyfriends could only dream of. He had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.

She had seen the outline of her boyfriend’s dick through his pants as it hung down his leg. She could only imagine what it looked like in the flesh.

“Suman’s father must be even more endowed than him, like son like father.” She thought, “Bengalee men usually are. She would have to test him, too.”

“Good evening, we’re Suman’s parents,” Suman’s father, Sushovan, said. He is knocking on the door of D’Souza’s small, decent house next Sunday afternoon.

Mariana welcomed his parents with beaming eyes. He smiled broadly, holding her hand and kissing her cheeks as they filed past. Suman watched his father’s intimate behaviour with his girlfriend’s mother, feeling a little bit embarrassed. However, she was overwhelmed by his polite but aggressive attitude.

“Come in.” She stammered. “Pleased to meet you.”

During dinner, the conversation flowed like they’d been friends for years. Both couples looked so happy. The evening passed so quickly that they didn’t even notice it. At one point, Maria raised the issue of her daughter’s marriage to Suman. The Chowdhury Couple accepted that proposal gladly.

It was settled that after Pamela’s final exam, a grand ceremony would be arranged for that. However, she noticed that her daughter was throwing her furtive glances at Sushovan. It wasn’t unnoticed by Suman either. He smiled at her daughter approvingly. She was surprised. What’s going on with them?

After dinner, the D’Souza couple waved them from the front door. Suman and his parents drove away. Joseph thought he detected the scent of his daughter’s recent arousal. She pressed herself against his back, waving her boyfriend a hand over his shoulder.

The air was thick with pheromones. He could feel his cock stirring inside his pants. When he turned, his hand dropped, brushing past his daughter’s stiff nipple. She felt a tingle in her pussy as a spark leapt from his fingertip, electrifying her senses and causing her to shudder.

They looked at each other. He saw hunger in his daughter’s eyes. It seemed like a lifetime. But the spell was broken by his wife, playfully slapping her husband’s bum.

“I’m well and truly bushed; they’re really sober and compassionate. Our daughter would be happy with them. She is lucky to have a life-partner like Suman and in-laws like Sushovan and Supriya,” Mariana exclaimed happily, thinking about her daughter’s smooth future.

She turned towards the stairs. “OK, I’m tired, and off to bed.”

“I’ll lock up down here, and I’ll be with you in a sec,” Joseph said, reaching past his twitching erection for the keys in his pocket. “I’ll check if the windows are closed,” Pamela said, glancing at her father’s keys and the prominent bulge in his pants below them.

Joseph saw his daughter glance at his crotch as he looked down at her breasts, covered only in a thin T-Shirt. It seems her hard nipples tried to test the thin cotton and his resolve, daring him to reach out and touch them. His semi-hard cock jerked as she walked away, her shapely ass behind swaying hypnotically.

She caught up to him on the stairs and kissed him good night. His hand rested on her hip momentarily, both of them fighting the urge to kiss again. At the same time, they were fearing that the other would reject them, and were even afraid they would lose their control.

“Dear!” Maria called from the bedroom impatiently as the father-daughter parted with a guilty feeling. However, he couldn’t help himself, patting her bubble ass at the last moment. She hurried to her bedroom, as Maria once again called, “Are you coming to bed? I’m feeling lonely.”

“Good night, princess.” He whispered.

“Good night, Dad, go to bed, it seems Mummy is too horny to wait anymore,” She giggled, blowing him a kiss. He caught it and then disappeared into his own room, smiling, with a raging hard-on.

“Anything I should know about?” Mariana asked curiously when he entered the bedroom.

“I thought you knew everything.” He said, sliding into bed next to his naked wife. She slid underneath the covers, finding him already hard. She licked his length.

“We have to be careful this week, you know, I’m fertile and without any pills.” She said, impaling herself on his hard cock.

It might have been her imagination, but she could have sworn he was bigger and harder at that moment. She could guess its reason; she smiled happily as she thought about Suman’s cock. Yes, it was Suman’s cock she was humping, and she cum instantly.

To be continued.