I must thank the seeker and Kitschx who helped me Edit and Polish the Story.
"Ohhh God, Dad, please, more... just... a bit more... Please help me come", Selma whispered to me.
I was busy sucking on her clitoris, while we were flying through the sky at 35,000 feet. My dream cunt, my obsession, my very own daughter in law was right there in front of my face.... My dream come true... at last.
But before I proceed, let me back up a bit, and give you a brief introduction. I am 56 years young, and in the pink of health. I am a Surgeon by profession. I run my own Hospital in Indonesia. My wife, like me, is part Malay and part Indian. She is 51, and very pretty, only a bit overweight, and unfortunately, losing interest in sex.
However, we share a very happy home, and a happy marriage with two wonderful boys. Our eldest son is Roger, who is a Bio-mechanical Engineer in Florida. He is married to Hilary, who is an American girl.
Samuel, my other son, is a Doctor. He is married to Selma, who is also a Doctor. Sam and Selma fell in Love during their Medical School days. Though she is two years his junior, she often used to come home and to the Hospital. We knew that they were going to get married and both my wife and I had no objections. I discovered later that her Dad had wanted her to marry the son of some business associate. So Selma's dad was a bit unhappy initially at the thought of her marrying our boy Samuel. Both Sam and Selma did their Masters study in America. They worked in a hospital there for a few years and are now back in Indonesia with us.
Selma is 29 years old. She is a tall, well proportioned woman. I would guess her measurements at about 34 - 26 – 36. And she is an extremely attractive girl.
In my opinion, she would be well suited to act in some advertisement, especially for lingerie. She has that look that is sexually beckoning.
After their return to Malaysia, Selma started coming to the hospital . With both my son and his wife now there, I started to slowly handover various responsibilities to them. I continued to see my patients. I supervised what my son and daughter in law did with the patients and provided them with what I felt were necessary inputs. For some time now, our family have been prominent citizens. We have earned respect in the community, so I wield a certain amount of influence in the Country. I was the personal Physician to at least two State Ministers, members of the Royal family, and also to several Generals in the Army.
I have noticed that Selma very often comes in to my examining room and watches me interact with patients. She always assisted me in the Operating Room. I found that I was starting to feel a bit more than just a fatherly love toward her.
I always loved it when my Daughter in Law would kiss my cheeks as Birthday/ Anniversary greetings. I used to get a brush or two now and then during clinic and surgery meetings. Selma would also give me a peck or two while I was watching TV or eating.
In retrospect I now recall that these kisses were not all initiated by me. Once, while I was reading some stuff from an adult site at home, Selma she walked in. My back was to the door and I did not see or hear her come in to the room.
She said "Dad..."
When I turned and saw her, she just smiled at me and went out to get me a glass of milk.
I was a bit embarrassed to say the least. I had no idea how long she was standing behind me, and whether she saw me as I had unconsciously been stroking my semi-erect cock through my pajamas.
She started to smiled at me a bit differently, sort of a 'knowing' smile, from that time on.
I used to imagine and fantasize about Selma. I had even written a story to this site, that I did not post. It was tentatively titled "Selma, my darling daughter in Law". I never got it to the point where I really considered it finished, but was developing the story.
Around late fall last year (2007), Sam and Selma were to travel to Washington, D.C. for a Medical conference. They had even paid the delegate fee and the Hotel deposit in advance. One of Sam's Patients, who was a very important person, wanted to schedule a surgery at that same time. Sam and Selma could not back out from the conference without losing a lot of money. By chance, it happened that my wife and I were to travel to Florida around that date to spend time with Roger, my eldest son. The four of us decided that I should travel with Selma, attend the conference, fly to Florida with Selma afterwards, while my wife would join me with Sam in Florida for a family reunion at Christmas. Both Hilary's and Selma's Parents were also going to be joining us for the Holidays.
I was thrilled at being presented with the opportunity to travel with Selma. We were to fly to New York from Djakarta, with a stop over in London. We were traveling in First Class and there were hardly any other passengers in that section with us. There was just an elderly couple with a small boy, probably a grandchild, and two businessmen, who appeared to be Japanese. They were engrossed in such deep a discussion that they did not even seem aware that the flight had taken off.
After takeoff, Selma took out her Lap top computer and started to open a presentation file. This presentation was in regards a paper that she was to present at the conference. Selma asked me to review it for her.
I reached over towards Selma for the lap top and started to read the presentation when she said, "One minute". She minimized the presentation file to check out something else....
It was then I noticed an icon on the screen which I thought was titled "Selma my darling daughter in law"
I was a bit taken aback.
Selma checked some file, and after a minute gave the lap top back to me and said, "Can you check out that presentation, Dad?"
I smiled over at her and started to look into one of the in flight magazines. I opened the lap top. Before I opened up the presentation file, I looked at the icon and saw that the file was indeed what I thought it was. I opened the file to find that it was my story, and I started to read when I noticed that Selma had got up from her seat and probably had gone to the rest room.
Actually, she was watching me from afar. She later admitted this to me.
I was stunned to see that the story was mine. But it was somehow different. It had been edited and more intimate stuff added. By reading this, I learned that my idiot son Sam did not give Selma much in terms of oral pleasure, but that he did at least get oral sex from her.
In that revised story, the new author (I presumed it was Selma) had mentioned how much she had wanted me (Dear old dad) from the beginning, and how she harbored a deep lust for me.
I read the story, or should I say the new story, and my cock was getting quite when she returned to her seat, sat down, and with a smile asked me, "So Dad, how was it..?"
I was a bit taken aback and did not reply. I looked at her quizzically and she said , "The presentation Dad ...?"
I replied "...Good... uhhh very good."
The flight attendant came to check if we needed anything and Selma asked her for a Vodka Martini. I was stumped as I had never seen her drink anything but Wine and an occasional glass of beer... Selma proceeded to ask one for me too and said...."Relax Dad , Holiday season..."
I smiled back at her observation...
