Dad Loves Little Princess Parimala
It was almost 12 in the night. After immense efforts, I finally managed to put my year old son to sleep. I now knew why my mom stopped with only one daughter. It takes an enormous amount of labor to manage toddlers. “It’s time for a good hot water bath,” I said to myself. I came out of my bedroom and walked past my dad’s bedroom to the bathroom. Our house was a 3 BHK two-storied building. The ground floor consisted of a hall, kitchen, and a bedroom with an attached bathroom. The first floor consisted of two bedrooms and a common bathroom. The bedroom on the ground floor was occupied by my mother-in-law. Of the two bedrooms on the upper stairs, I and my husband took one, while the third bedroom which was located in between our bedroom and the bathroom which was reserved for guests. So we gave that room to my daddy when he came to visit me after two long years. My father was an officer in the navy. He usually never comes on leave after my mother passed away two years ago. This time his visit coincided with the coronavirus quarantine. So he was stuck in our house. My husband is a doctor. He came home only once after the imposition of lockdown on March 23. He stays in the hospital as a quarantine procedure. I was wearing a red nightie that night. Then I entered the bathroom without making any noises, got naked and moved in front of the bathroom mirror. I critically examined my oval face. My face had two wide brown eyes and pink, plump juicy lips. My hefty butterball bosoms jiggled as I started to adjust my thick black hair. I started to admire my structure. Although I had given birth to a baby, I had a respectable hourglass-shaped body. My chromatic snow-white skin and jelly-belly made me luscious. I turned a little sideways to get a glimpse of my ample soft ass. I am not an obese woman but had chubby anatomy. After scanning my body from top to bottom, I moved into the shower and turned it on. I adjusted the faucets to set the water temperature. The hot steamy water began to fall on me. I slowly moved my right hand to my pussy and started to caress it. My fingers began to play with my clit. With my left hand, I started pinching and twisting my nipples. I regularly trim my pubic hair. My husband hates clean shaved pussy. I had a dark black thick patch between my legs. Then I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. I usually think about my ex-lover or my husband’s elder brother while I masturbate. But that day, strangely I started to think about my daddy. Although, it was not my first time thinking about daddy while I masturbated. During my college days, I had a high sex drive more than any other girl of my age. I studied in a women’s college so I didn’t have a boyfriend in my student days. As a result, I masturbated many times thinking of my father while I was in college. Then after college, I landed in an IT company and fell in love with my colleague. I lost my virginity to him. That relationship didn’t last long. Then like any other Indian girl, I married a boy whom my parents wanted to. It’s been a long time since I masturbated thinking of my dad. I started to imagine that my daddy was licking my sweaty armpits. (I always had an armpit fetish but sadly my husband never does it). Then I began to finger my pussy vigorously. My middle finger reached halfway through my hole. I began to utter hard moans. After a few minutes, I reached my orgasm. “Much better now,” I said to myself. I came out of the shower and realized that I had forgotten to bring the towel or any clothes to change. I didn’t want to wear the sweat-stained old nightie. “Parimala, you are such a dummy,” I cursed myself. I decided to take a quick fast walk to my bedroom. As it was a late-night, I knew everyone will be sleeping. I opened the bathroom door and began to run slowly to my bedroom naked. In a fraction of a second, my leg slipped and I fell down with my back facing the floor. My buns landed on the floor hard. No injury to head. “Amma..ah,” I shouted in pain. Suddenly, my dad’s bedroom door opened and the 6-foot tall figure came out of it. It was my daddy. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts. His shoulders were broad and effulgent. He had a gigantic frame. His abs were somewhat close to six-packs. Tremendous biceps and equally large chest muscles made him a man of steel. His face was cleanly shaven and his hair was grey in color. He came out and saw me on the floor. My body was wet and I was naked. His eyes glued to me. We both didn’t know how to react. We just kept on looking at each other. He didn’t turn away neither did I try to cover my body. The atmosphere becomes more humid. I noticed his penis raising. After a brief moment of silence, he said, “Parimala, my sweetheart, what happened?” breaking the silence. “I fell down, pa,” I replied. He came close to me and lifted me in his arms. Then he moved to my bedroom and made me sit on the bed. “Are you hurt?” he asked. “My back hurts a little, I am okay pa,” I answered. “Be careful sweetheart,” saying that he turned and started walking towards the door. I held his hand and pulled him towards me. In an instant, he was on top of me and we are lying in bed kissing like passionate lovers! A fire of lust was burning in our eyes. Both of our tongues were coiling around each other’s like two snakes mating. We both never closed our eyes. We were looking at each other’s eyes deeply. I wrapped my arms and legs around my father’s body. His kissing became intense. And my hold became tighter. My father broke the kiss and began to bite my lips and cheeks. He then moved onto my neck. I wanted those bites on my breasts. I loosed my grip around him and forcefully pushed his head down to my breasts. He began biting my breasts and nipples. I began moaning softly. My dad kissed my breasts circularly. Then he began to move on to my belly area and started biting there.