Forbidden Dream – Part 3 (The Arousal)
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Dear all, please read the previous episodes of this series first, to get into the mood of the story. I don’t like to write ‘We met, we stripped, we cummed’ kind of stories, so please be patient. Please do share your valuable thoughts which will encourage me to go on. [email protected]. It is at 7 pm, I parked my car in front of the garage. Before I killed the engine I glanced at my favorite rose garden adjacent to our reading room. It started drizzling again. The sight of fully bloomed pink rose petals with tiny raindrops on them reminded me of Ayushi, her palpitating, moist, glittering cunt petals that I was suckling a while ago. I can see the light from the reading room, but Rohan’s car is missing. So it must be Rithika my sweet angel daughter alone at home. The warmth of my car heater. The sweet strawberry fragrance of car perfume mixed with the odor of my own sex pheromones that drenched me this whole evening. It is still making me salivate down there like a drooling dog in hot summer. Involuntarily I ran my hand in my armpit and inhaled the odor deeply. It hit the right spot in my head, that activated all the horny dark demons in me. I stepped out of the car and walked into the home in a euphoric state. I’m enjoying this after a long time. I left the keys in the key bowl and hung my raincoat on the coat hanger on the hallway. There is no one in the hall, and faint music is coming from the closed door of the reading room. I went to the studio kitchen and switched on water kettle for my green tea. I walked into my bedroom and ripped off all my clothes. I entered the washroom to clean up sticky chocolate syrup remaining in my cunt. Then I slid on a knee top sleeveless cotton nightgown. I came out and opened the reading room door holding green tea mug in another hand. There is my beloved pearl Rithika lying on the couch adjacent to the full wall glass window that opens to my rose garden outside. She is wearing a white crop top with a pink cotton panty under. Though we are not a practical nudist family, nudity is not frowned upon in our house. Quite often three of us will see each other nude at home. We all have a habit of sleeping nude. Though Rithika got her own separate bedroom she often sneaks into our bed during nights and settles between me and Rohan. She talks non stop about her day, about her friends, teachers, and activities. I and Rohan listen to her patiently with proper involvement in her world. This whole time all three of us would be sitting naked on the bed stretching our legs under the quilt. Some times she sits in front of us on top of the quilt. I and Rohan have seen how her body transformed into a young girl almost every day. As a kid, she used to ask questions about our body anatomy. She used to wonder why I have a large set of breasts while her dad is flat up there. Why Rohan has that hanging piece of meat between his legs, while we both girls are completely flat. We used to answer her questions properly without any embarrassment. We never showed and a sign of shock or discomfort when she suddenly forced herself into our bedroom while we are engaged in sex. Or even when she walks into washroom when one of us is using it for ablutions. By the time of her mid school she comfortably gained enough knowledge about male and female anatomies and the process of reproduction. Unlike other girls of her age, she got her first fat buildup under her tiny nipples recently after her eighteenth birthday. She is complaining about pain in her extra sensitive little mounds. One of us should massage her breasts to put her to sleep. I noticed most of the time Rohan is taking the job voluntarily. He makes her sit on his lap beside me on the bed, and slowly massages her buds. I enjoy teasing his rock hard, salivating cock under the quilt while he does that. There is always a special bonding between dad and daughter. I used to think maybe something like an Oedipus complex is playing a role. Now she is there lying in front of me on the couch reading Nancy Friday’s ‘My Secret Garden’, while the home theater is playing her favorite Adele’s ‘Rolling In The Deep’. As a kid, we inculcated reading habit in her by buying must-reads for her age. But as she is grown with her own tastes and likes we never censored her choice of books to read. As she saw me she jumped with joy and hugged me. I held her close and kissed on her cheek. I asked how her day was, she told it was a bit boring being alone at home on a Sunday. But she managed it with her favorite music and reading. She said she has to continue her reading. She lay on the couch again keeping her legs open on my bare milky thighs. I started enjoying my green tea with music. I glanced at her open legs, they were silky, slender and in milky white complexion like mine. With appropriate flesh and fat for her age. She is developing a nice curvature with a sexy thigh gap. I can see a tiny wet patch on crotch panel of her pink panty. And also a little silky hair that is protruding out of her panty lining. She caught me gazing at her crotch. But I didn’t show any sign of awkwardness on my face. She kept the book aside and said, “Mom, look this book is giving me an entirely different feeling that I ever had while reading. I am feeling a new kind of emotion with a tingling feeling in my stomach.” She said,  “My entire body became heavy. I feel hot flush on my face, strangely my groin got heavy too. I am feeling a lot of different feeling down there. I feel like I am pissing. I feel I am moist down there. I feel like holding myself tight to something. In fact, I was crushing my body against the throw pillow a while ago.” She continued, “I understand that the description of lovemaking in this book is making me feel this. But I am already aware of what lovemaking is. But I never felt this sensation in my body. I feel like someone should hold my body tight, very tight until this feeling goes off.” For a moment I am completely absorbed into her riveting revelation of her first ever feeling of arousal. I felt proud of our parenting. At her age, I never could express this much to my mom, not even close. I dragged her to my lap, held her gently in my arms hugging her back tight to my body. She sat on my bare thighs placing her legs on either side. I slowly whispered in her ear, “Welcome to womanhood, my child. The feeling that you had today is called arousal. From this moment you enter a new level in your life, and you must be prepared to embrace it.” I explained,  “I promise you will love every moment of it. But first things first- you need to learn to prepare yourself. I will teach you how to shave your unwanted hair off.” Await the magic in the next chapter.