Chapter 585: Juicy Indian Daughter is Pregnant

Asha still refused to look directly at me. Soft color rose in her cheeks. The thin fabric of her salwar clung to her thicker thighs, and the T-shirt stretched across her fuller chest, but her posture stayed small and tense under the weight of the news her mother had just delivered.

"Come here, Asha," I said as I looked at Asha’s juicy body. She was just like her mother but younger. And to think I had made her pregnant, she was soon going to give birth to my child. She was going to be a mother at such a young age.

She was just eighteen and hadn’t even started college yet. With the way things were going, I doubted she would ever get the chance to go to college, because I was going to keep pumping her full of my seed. She was going to stay a mother who was going to raise my children.

Soft, thick thighs strained against the thin white salwar. The T-shirt stretched across her fuller chest. Every curve of her young body already carried the quiet weight of what I had put inside her.

"Go, Asha. Go to Alex, sir," Maya said, gently urging her daughter forward with a soft push at her back. Her own curvy figure seemed almost too much for the saree to contain.

The heavy swell of her breasts and the thick curve of her hips shifted as she gently urged Asha forward. Soft maternal encouragement mixed with the same heat that had always been there whenever she watched me take her daughter.

"Come to me, baby. Let me feel my child," I said as I held my hand out. My voice stayed low and calm. I kept my eyes on Asha’s face, waiting.

Asha slowly took my hand and I pulled her closer. I was on the sofa, she stood in between my legs. Soft, warm fingers rested in mine as I drew her in until the front of her body was right in front of me. I held her by her wide, child-bearing hips and kissed her belly over the T-shirt.

My hands settled firmly on the soft, full curves of her hips, the same hips that would soon carry and deliver my child. My lips pressed against the warm fabric covering her lower stomach.

"I’m gonna be a dad?" I asked, looking up at Asha. My hands stayed on her hips, thumbs brushing slowly over the soft flesh just above the waistband of her salwar.

Asha was so cute and innocent. And I had taken her innocence away when I took her virginity. I knew how much pain she had felt from my massive cock, all of that to see this day when she was pregnant with my child.

Soft color burned across her cheeks. Her eyes stayed lowered for a second before she finally met my gaze.

"Yes, Alex," Asha said, looking at me. Her eyes were a little watery, her cheeks burning red. The quiet admission hung between us in the clean, furnished apartment. Her mother stood only a few steps away, watching.

"Do you feel it?" I asked, pulling her shirt up a little to reveal her soft belly and her navel. Her body was so soft and warm. I caressed her belly.

The T-shirt lifted easily, exposing the smooth, slightly rounded lower stomach and the soft dip of her navel. My palm spread over the warm skin, fingers tracing slow, possessive circles across the place where my child was already growing.

"Yes... I feel your child growing inside me," Asha said while I still held her close. Her soft voice carried a quiet mix of shyness and acceptance. She stayed standing between my legs, letting me touch her freely.

I slowly kissed her belly like I was kissing my unborn child. Soft, lingering presses of my lips moved across the warm skin just above her navel.

One hand stayed on her hip, holding her steady, while the other kept the T-shirt lifted so I could keep kissing and breathing against the soft flesh that now carried part of me. Maya remained silent nearby, watching her pregnant daughter stand between my legs while I claimed the proof of what I had done to her.

My cock got hard from the fact that the sweet, innocent daughter standing in front of me was pregnant with my child. It wanted the warmth of the mother of my child.

The knowledge that my seed was already growing inside her made the bulge in my pants strain harder against the fabric.

I put my fingers on Asha’s waistband of the salwar and started pulling it down slowly, revealing her bikini lines. Soft, thin white fabric slid over the full curves of her hips and upper thighs. The material whispered downward as I worked it lower, exposing more of her warm skin with every inch.

"Alex..." Asha said, getting aroused by my touch. Her soft voice carried a quiet tremble. She didn’t step back or stop me. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders as she stood between my legs, letting me undress her.

"Sir, why don’t you relax first? Let me make some tea for you," Maya said as she saw I was already removing her daughter’s clothes. She knew how hard I could get from all these things.

Soft concern mixed with clear heat in her voice. She stayed close, watching my hands work the salwar lower on Asha’s body, fully aware of where this was heading.

"Wait, Maya," I said as I slowly loosened the drawstring of Asha’s salwar. It got loose, and I slowly lowered it down to reveal her soft white panty. Her pussy was already wet.

The salwar pooled around her ankles. Soft white cotton panties clung to the plump mound between her thighs. A clear, dark patch of moisture had already spread across the front, showing exactly how her body was reacting.

I put my finger on her pussy lips over the panty and rubbed it. Slow, deliberate pressure dragged over the soft, damp cotton. I traced the outline of her plump lips through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness already soaking through.

"Ahh... Alex..." Asha held my shoulder as she lost to lust. Her fingers tightened on my shirt. Soft, shaky breaths left her lips while her hips shifted forward into my touch, chasing more pressure against her sensitive clit.