The Yoga Ride Home

It all started last week when Dad was driving me home from yoga practice. It had already gotten dark by the time practice finished, and after waiting outside the studio, I hopped into the passenger side of the truck and kissed Ramesh's cheek. "Hey Daddy, how's it going?" He told me about his day at the office, and then asked how practice went. "Ugghhh, stupid, but only one more month then I'm finished." Hard to believe, but I'd be finishing my first year of community college and then moving away to attend the state university. I'd really started to notice how attractive my dad was becoming just a year earlier, after I finished high school. Puberty had hit me pretty hard-my chest had swollen to a D cup by the time I was 16, and the rest of me filled out, making me very curvy by 18. I had black hair, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. I'd lay outside on the back porch most Sunday afternoons in the summer, soaking up the sun in my very small bikini. I caught him staring at me from the kitchen window almost every time. It made my mouth water, and I could feel my body sending a rush of heat between my legs. Yoga had helped me slim down to more modest proportions, but last time I did laundry, I noticed I was still a healthy C cup. Good genes, I suppose-Mom had always been very attractive, and for a man his age, Ramesh was still in great shape with broad shoulders, big arms, and peppered hair. We lived about twenty miles from the studio, and a lot of times I'd doze off on the way home. I worked so hard at yoga, it was tough to stay awake after classes and then hours of intense poses and stretches. When I told him I was tired and asked if I could lean on his shoulder, he didn't think much of it and just said, "Sure." I was still wearing my yoga outfit-a tight tank top and even tighter yoga pants that clung to every curve, making the outline of my pussy clearly visible through the thin fabric. I lightly held his hand, and when I snuggled against him, I made sure he could smell my perfume-God, I knew it was such a turn-on for him. It didn't hurt that the way I slouched over onto him pressed my large breasts together, giving him a splendid view down my top, while my yoga pants left little to the imagination below. I could feel him getting hard instinctively. All of a sudden, I placed my hand over his. He returned the affection, taking my hand into his and clasping our fingers together so we were holding hands. Things began to happen fast after that... I slowly moved our hands into my lap. At this point, I could tell he was starting to sweat-he knew where this was going, and that he shouldn't, but I was so sexy, and these feelings I'd had for him were so repressed... My eyes were still closed, but I started moving his hand up my thighs to where I was just barely under the waistband of my yoga pants. He couldn't stop. He slowly kept his hand moving up my thighs, feeling that smooth skin, noting how soft it was from the creamy lotion I put on after shaving each day. I'd planned this-no panties underneath my yoga pants, as he discovered when he reached my pelvic area, his fingers brushing against the visible outline of my pussy through the fabric before sliding inside. My feelings and lust got the better of me, and he curiously rubbed my pussy lips with his middle finger. I stirred and moaned softly to let him know it was okay. He continued rubbing until he found my spot. "Mmmm Daddy," I started to breathe. He licked his middle finger, tasted my juices, and then pushed it inside me while trying to focus on the road. "Ohh Daddy," I breathed heavier now. We were close to home, but I couldn't let this end. He finally pulled over just a few blocks from our house into one of the empty cul-de-sacs. He looked down and locked eyes with me for a split second before planting his lips on mine. I opened his mouth with mine, and we kissed like two horny teenagers for a couple of minutes. I found his dick with my free hand and started rubbing him through his jeans. "Mmmm Daddy, is this for me?" "Of course it is, baby girl." He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wrapped his arm around my tiny waist and pulled me on top of him. I immediately started grinding into him, rocking the truck in the process, my tight yoga pants rubbing against him as the outline of my pussy pressed harder. "Daddy, Ohhhh fuck, DADDY!" His dick ached, needing release. He held my waist and guided my starving pussy down onto his pole, sliding my yoga pants down just enough to let him in. "Yes Daddy, I want it so BAD!" I rode him like a teenage girl driven by pure lust. He growled into my ear and spanked my ass as I slid up and down his cock. I couldn't get over how wonderful he felt, my creamy teenage pussy taking every inch of him. It was like I couldn't get enough-I only cared that my pussy was being fed the dick it so lustfully desired. It didn't take long for me to cum. I climbed off him and resumed curling up next to him, at least pretending to fall asleep. My head was still spinning. Later that night, after Mom had fallen asleep, he was in my room, pounding into me like a madman. "God Daddy, you feel so fucking good, fuck me like this every day!" Mom was a very heavy sleeper, especially after a few glasses of wine. He started to get close and asked if I was on birth control. I practically gasped, "No Daddy!" He told me he'd buy me Plan B in the morning but that he HAD to cum inside me-he couldn't think of anything else. I perspired underneath him, both of our bodies completely naked, unashamed of our incestuous relationship. We were simply two adults fucking our brains out. My honeypot was as sweet as anything he could ever imagine. He told me my pussy was made for him and how it was going to get all of his attention every night from here on out. I moaned "Yes, Daddy" in agreement. He picked up his rhythm and started biting my ear lobe and kneading my exposed breasts. It got me so hot watching my tits bounce every time he thrust into me. He whispered into my ear, "You're getting Daddy so hot, baby, I'm going to cum in this tight wet pussy of yours." "God yes Daddy, it belongs to you now, please please cum inside me, Daddy! I need it so bad Daddy, please please cum in me!" He gripped my ass and pulled my hair while he came inside my 19-year-old pussy. I continued to moan "Daddy, oh fuck, Daddy" as he pumped his seed into my unprotected womb. We've had sex a few more times since then, but my favorite is when we take little detours on the way to the studio in the mornings...