I guess I was in the final year of college when I began looking at my dad as more than just my father and friend. Even at age 52, he was still quite fit, thanks to the daily yoga and jogging he used to do. He always dressed impeccably, and managed to keep his hair and mustache trimmed to the right length, and looked nothing short of a movie star. As I grew well into my teen years, I had even caught some of my own friends eyeing and flirting with my father!

Daddy has always been a good sport and has played along, sometimes to annoy me, but he has never gone overboard and always stayed within his limits. Sometimes I would sulk because of this, it was because of jealousy, but I didn’t know that then. He would always come by me, put an arm around my shoulder, draw me close and tell me, “Come on, Neeta, I was just joking around with your friends” He would kiss me and give me a chocolate or ice cream to subdue my anger. And me being who I was, would melt like the ice cream in my hands and forgive him, every time.

Every time my father hugged me, I felt tingles all over my body. The musky smell of his cologne added fuel to the already burning fire and made me go insane. I wanted him to hold on to me in his strong hands forever, but I also wanted him to get away from me, lest I go overboard, with my own father.

Many a times when i masturbated, the image of my father’s muscular body would fill my mind. Resisting those images would only make them stronger. Lately, I had caught myself actively fantasizing about my father fucking me with his thick long cock, while I held on to him for mercy. In fact, i was becoming less ashamed of those thoughts and had begun actively welcoming them. My father loved my mom very much, and I knew that he would never cheat on her, but I wasn’t so sure about myself with him.

Daddy, Mr. Sumanth Rao, ran a business and my mom, Bhanu, was a housewife. My elder brother, Anil Rao was doing his masters, while I was at home after completing my bachelors, awaiting my results.

That was when my life changed for ever, and a normal father- daughter relationship crossed all borders of taboo and trespassed into the fields of ecstasy. Our relationship blossomed into something bigger, beyond our control.