Dad fucked and impregnated our maid – Part 1

Dad fucked and impregnated our maid - Part 1
My name is Karan, and I want to narrate the story of my dad’s affair with our maid. I was around 18-19 years old at the time, and my friends introduced me to the world of pornography, so I knew a lot about sex and orgasms. Coming to my story, my dad, Kunal, was 40 years old, and my mom, Shweta, was 38 years old. I am their only son. My parents were happily married for 20 years and had a good sex life (I have often witnessed this when I used to sleep in their bedroom). My dad is a government employee, and my mom is a teacher at the local government institution. We have a maid named Pooja, who is 28 years old, has a fair complexion, and is thin. She is also married and has three children. Pooja comes to our house at 8 am and leaves at 10 am. She is very punctual and attractive. She wears a saree and always ties her hair with a band; she has big, juicy breasts and no body hair, likely due to regular beauty parlor visits. Her husband is an auto-rickshaw driver, and her children attend the same institution where my mom teaches. I never thought my dad would be unfaithful, but after a fight with my mom, he started giving Pooja flirtatious looks and touching her, which she never resisted. My mom never suspected his infidelity. I remember the day it all happened. It was a Saturday, a holiday, and my mom had to go to school for some reason. My dad and Pooja were alone in the house. Pooja arrived at 8 am and started doing her daily chores, while my dad was reading the newspaper and checking her out. I was in my room watching TV. Suddenly, my dad came to my room and gave me some money to buy a cricket ball and play with my friends outside. I was happy, unaware of his plan. I went outside to play with my friends, but we only played for 30 minutes, and I returned home. I then heard cries and shouting: “Dheere, dheere, jaano dheere, ah, ah, ah, ah.” It was Pooja, moaning loudly. The moans came from my dad’s room, which is connected to my room through a common bathroom. I went to the bathroom and opened the door silently, and I was shocked to see my dad drilling Pooja in the missionary position. He was fucking her like a machine, sweating profoundly, and had tied her hands with a rope. He was licking her shaven armpits one by one, kissing her neck, and gave her a love bite. She was moaning loudly. Dad: “Kaisa lag raha hai?” (How does it feel?) Pooja: “Ah, ah, dheere dheere kijeye na jaanu.” (Do it slowly, my love.) Dad: “Aaj nahi chodunga tujhe, itne dino se dekh raha lekin aa mauka mila hai.” (I won’t leave you today; I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.) Pooja: “Ah, ah, ah, eee, oof, oof, dheere dheere kariye, please.” (Do it slowly, please.) Dad: “Aaj na Shweta (my mom) ghar pe hai, na Karan, aaj to sirf meri hai jaaneman.” (Today, neither my mom nor Karan is home, so you’re all mine.) Pooja: “Jo bhi karna hai jaldi kijeye, koi dekh lega.” (Do whatever you want, but hurry up, someone might see us.) My dad then pulled out his 7-inch-long dick and wore a dotted condom. He kissed her so badly that her lips started bleeding. After kissing, he turned her to the doggy position and inserted his dick with a single stroke, causing her significant pain. She was shivering and struggling to maintain her balance. He tried to kiss her from the back and began biting her lips. He fucked her for around 5 minutes in this position. Pooja demanded that she was full and had to go to other houses, but my dad kissed her again and said, “Abhi mat jao, baby, abhi mera khada hua hai.” (Don’t go now, baby, I’m still hard.) She replied, “Aaj raat me aungi tab karna, baby, abhi mujhe jaane do, please.” (I’ll come tonight, and you can do it then; let me go now, please.) My dad understood and kissed her again while biting her nipples. They both stood up, and my dad began wearing his pajamas, while Pooja was tying her bra and saree. She was heading to the bathroom to clean herself, and I quickly ran out of the house. I waited outside for 10 minutes, and then Pooja left our house. I waited for another 10 minutes before returning home. My dad was sitting on the sofa. “How was your day, beta?” he asked. “It was good; I was out early, but I enjoyed watching the game so much,” I replied. “You should play cricket often; you’ll become a good cricketer,” my dad said. “Did you play cricket in your childhood, Dad?” I asked. “I was the best cricketer, and I used to run so fast between the wickets,” he replied. “You have good stamina, Dad,” I said, aware of what had just happened. My mom came home at 1:00 pm, and we had a family dinner together. I went to my room, thinking that my dad would try to have sex with Pooja again at night, but I wondered how he would manage it with my mom at home. We had dinner at 10:00 pm, and my parents went to their room. They were chatting about how to spend the next day, and my dad said he had a headache and needed to sleep. They turned off the lights, and I lay in my bed, listening to their conversation. I then heard my dad whispering on the phone, calling Pooja. She said she would be there in 20 minutes. My dad waited outside, and when Pooja arrived, he opened the main gate cautiously. “Let’s go to the terrace room,” he said. We had a guest room on the terrace with a single bed that creaked. I followed them to the terrace and hid behind the windowpane. My dad locked the room and began kissing Pooja like a wild animal. He made her sit on the bed and slowly removed her salwar and panty. I saw her pussy for the first time; it was hairy, tight, and dry, indicating she was never satisfied by her husband. My dad began to eat her pussy, and she moaned loudly, but he put his hand on her mouth to mute her moans. He ate her very passionately, and his hand went to her bra.

He opened her bra with a single hand, and she was impressed, lifting his head to kiss him with her tongue. My dad bit her boobs, and she moaned in pain. My dick became hard watching my dad devour our maid. He then stripped her nude and put his 7-inch dick in her mouth. “Pooja, please be careful,” he said. “NAHI, dard ho raha hai,” she replied. (No, it hurts.) “Dad, jitna hard hoga, utna tujhe maza ayegi,” he said. (The harder it is, the more you’ll enjoy it.) “Pooja, jo bhi karna hai, jaldi karo. Mujhe bachon ko sulana bhi hai,” she said. (Do whatever you want, but hurry up; I have to put my kids to sleep.) My dad asked her about her children, and she told him their ages. He then asked if she would have children with him, and she refused, saying she already had three kids. My dad told her that he wanted to have two children, but my mom was infertile. Pooja reminded him that my mom had given birth to me, but my dad said that no other child was born after me. “Jo karna hai, karo, lekin jaldi karo, baby,” Pooja said. (Do whatever you want, but hurry up, baby.) My dad pushed her into the missionary position and, without wearing a condom, started stroking his dick onto her pussy. She requested that he wear a condom, but he didn’t listen. With a single stroke, he inserted his rod into her tight pussy, making a thud sound, and she moaned loudly. My dad had to insert his finger into her mouth to mute her moans. As I mentioned earlier, the bed was old, and my dad was fucking her so badly that it creaked loudly. He took both her hands and tied them with a rope, licking her armpits, which was sexy to watch. She was giggling, and my dad loved armpits. He fucked her in this position for 20 minutes, and she was very tired, requesting him to finish as she had to leave. My dad pulled her onto his lap, and she was riding his fat cock, shouting his name. He pulled her to kiss and removed her hairband, and our maid looked hot and her hair was open. She was riding like a goddess, and her big boobs were jiggling with the momentum, but she couldn’t take that much cock and collapsed onto his chest. My dad began to console her as she was crying with pain, and he started biting her nipples, which had some milk. My dad, caressing her hair, said, “I want to tell you something, Pooja.” “Haan baby, bolo,” she replied. (Yes, baby, tell me.) “Mujhse shaadi karogi?” my dad asked. (Will you marry me?) Pooja was taken aback. “Mai shaadi shuda hoon, 3 bacho ki maa bhi hoon. Aesa kese ho sakta?” she said. (I’m already married and have three kids. How can this happen?) My dad tried to convince her, saying, “Apne pati ko chhod do. Mai tumhare bacho ko palunga, acche school me bhejonga.” (Leave your husband. I’ll take care of your kids and send them to good schools.) Pooja was hesitant, but my dad’s persistence paid off. “Lekin aap Shweta didi ko chhodenge aur Karan ko bhi?” she asked. (But will you leave Shweta and Karan?) My dad reassured her, “Unhe nahi pata chalega, tum haan bolo jaano.” (They won’t know, just say yes, my love.) Pooja finally agreed, “Haan baby, mai karungi aapse shaadi.” (Yes, baby, I’ll marry you.) I was shocked to hear that Pooja would become my new mom, but I was also happy for my dad, who had found his true love. My dad then pushed Pooja to the missionary position again, and after fucking her for 10 minutes, he came inside her. She had three orgasms and became numb, and she also came on the bedsheet. Both of them were hugging each other, and then she told him she had to go, or her husband would beat her. They both got dressed, and Pooja took the bedsheet to wash. My dad locked the room, and she left the house. My dad also went back to his bedroom. I went back to my room, thinking about how my dad would marry another woman without my mom’s knowledge. I jerked off my dick, thinking about the whole situation, and went to sleep, knowing that my dad was a sex animal. He had finally impregnated Pooja.