My girlfriend Nisha had sex with my dad-2
The heat in the house was really intensifying. It was an unseasonably hot and humid day so with the air conditioning window unit down and no fans in the house, I opened the windows in the living room to get some air in. Dad just sat there, back in his spot on the couch with his feet up on the table, staring away into the television.
Nisha sat down beside him and started to pull on her blouse to fan herself.
“Oh Mr. Pranav, how do you stand this heat?” she asked him.
Dad just shrugged his shoulders and kept looking at the TV. “We didn’t have no air conditioning for most of my life, you get used to it I guess.”
I sat down in the chair to join them. As I did, Nisha smiled at me rather sinisterly.
“I’m so hot,” she said. “So, so hot.”
She opened a couple buttons on her blouse, which I was not pleased with. Dad of course, did not notice. He did notice though when she moved over closer to him, abutting herself right next to him. Dad looked over briefly then looked back at the TV. She then put her hand on top of his. Oh no!
“Your hands are so big,” she said as she traced his long fingers with her small one. Dad started to pull away but she took his hand and started to massage it.
“Nisha, I think we need to go,” I said.
“Oh Vijay, we just got here. I would be impolite to leave so fast after lunch.”
Nisha turned away from me and massaged Dad’s hand. Dad didn’t pull away but he stayed silent and sweat began to bead on his forehead.
“Mr. Pranav?” she said. “I really, really like you.”
Dead silence. Dad just looked over at me but I didn’t know what to say. What was Nisha thinking?
“It’s true,” she continued.
Sweat was now running down Dad’s forehead into his face. He now looked over at me, his worthless son, I guess hoping that I would put a stop to the situation.
“Mr. Pranav?” Nisha asked.
Nisha drew up and whispered something in his ear.
This time Dad did pull away his hand. He stood up off the couch, then froze.
“It’s O.K. Mr. Pranav,” Nisha said. “Vijay won’t mind and your wife isn’t here. Come on, you know you want to.”
Well, I guess that revealed what she whispered to him?
Dad’s eyes stared into space. “S-s-s-Vijay?” he struggled to address me.
I was paralyzed in shock so I did not answer him.
Dad turned around and looked at us both, then he took a few deep breaths. Then, he turned around, walked out the front door and stood on the porch, frozen like a statue. I was livid with Nisha. I tried to gather my thoughts and force an exit strategy. Nisha just looked at me with her ‘up to no good’ smile.
Just as I was getting ready to stand up, Dad walked back inside. He walked right past me and over to Nisha on the couch. Bending down, he scooped her up in his arms without looking at me. Nisha reached up and put her arms around his neck and she kissed him. Then, with Nisha in his arms, he carried her out of the room.
I couldn’t believe this. Nisha was one thing but how could Dad do this to me, let alone Mom? Nisha was 19 years old and my Dad was a 67 year old, awkward looking, out-of-shape senior citizen. This was the same girl I caught banging a college football star?
I sank back in the chair, still in a state of shock, then I heard a creaky door close: that was the door to Mom and Dad’s bedroom. No way!
This had gone far enough and now I was going to man-up and stop it. I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom where the door was ajar. I looked inside the opening and saw Nisha on the bed. Her blouse, bra and skirt were off and as she laid down on the bed, she raised her legs into the air, slipping off her panties as she did so. After tossing her panties at him, she giggled then began to lick her lips and rub her breasts. I could hear the sounds of my father getting undressed: his jeans unzipping and falling to the floor with the loud thump of his belt buckle. Dad stepped forward into my view and stopped at the edge of the bed as he slipped off his boxers.
I hadn’t seen my father naked before and while I wasn’t surprised considering his height and the length of his feet and fingers, I was amazed with how long his erect penis was. It shot out of his hairy pubic bush like a rocket and had to have been a good eight or nine inches. What a contrast to my tiny three and a half incher which, I guess I got from Mom’s side of the family.
Dad got into bed and after kissing her, moved down to her breasts. He brought his face in closer and started to lick and suck her fully erect, pink nipples. Nisha moaned and moaned as he drooled all over them.
“Oh Nisha,” he said over and over again as he sucked her nipples and massaged her breasts, drooling all over them.
“Yes, oh yes Mr. Pranav.”
“Call me Ballu.”
“Can I call you daddy?”
Dad sounded an ‘mmm-mmm’ as he wasted no time running his tongue down her torso, into her navel and down to her hips where she moaned and twitched as he discovered her pleasure zones. Nisha knew where he was heading so she opened her legs as he made his face down to the most intimate part of her body.
“Oh Nisha, it’s so pretty,” he told her as he spread open her pink folds with his big fingers.
Dad moved his face in closer, stuck out his tongue and went to town on her, licking her folds then up to her clitoris, which caused her to cry out and buck her pelvis. Dad slobbered, grunted and babbled as he alternated between licking her clitoris, her labia and spreading it all to shove his tongue inside.
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