In the dim glow of the living room, the movie flickered across the screen as Victoria's lockdown held us all captive. Bithi sat between us on the couch, her curves accentuated by the thin blanket I'd draped over our laps. At 23, fresh from childbirth, she radiated a fierce, untamed energy—breastfeeding had left her body hypersensitive, her mind swirling with raw, unquenched hunger. My father, Mr. Rahman, 60 and pent up from years of abstinence, shifted restlessly beside her. Both had unknowingly taken the pills I'd slipped them earlier, igniting a fire neither could ignore.
As a steamy scene unfolded on screen, Dad's hand brushed Bithi's breast. She didn't flinch; instead, her eyes locked on his with sharp intensity. 'Careful, old man,' she whispered, her voice laced with witty challenge. 'My body's not for timid touches—it's starving for something real.' Dad chuckled, his fingers pressing firmer, circling her nipple through the fabric. 'Horny little firecracker, aren't you? This lockdown's got us all boiling.'
Bithi bit her lip, her pussy already wet and dripping under the blanket. She slid her panties aside, guiding his hand lower. 'Then stop talking and feel how wet I am. Put that big cock of yours where it belongs—from behind, right here.' The viagra kept Dad's dick rock hard as he freed it, thrusting into her slick pussy in one smooth motion. They moved in rhythm, her ass grinding back against him. 'Ohh... ahh, yes, fill me deep,' Bithi moaned, her strong hands gripping his thigh. 'Harder—don't you dare hold back.'
They came once, his cum flooding her with a creampie that left her panting. But the heat built again; Dad's cock stayed hard, pounding her pussy relentlessly. 'You feel so good, swimming in this pleasure,' she gasped, 'like waves pulling me under—don't stop!' Twice more they fucked during the film, each thrust more intense, her body dominating the pace as she whispered filthy encouragements. 'Cum again, fill this dripping pussy—I'm in control here.' Sweating and panting, they creampied twice over, lost in the sea of ecstasy.
As the credits rolled, Bithi straightened, her voice steady. 'Movie's over. Time for bed—join us, Dad. Mom's with the baby.' In our room, under fresh blankets with Bithi in the middle, the night exploded further into passionate, wild fucking till dawn, her strong will matching his every thrust.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.