Wife and daughter's chrysanthemum buds full of wrinkles

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I woke up early this morning with a throbbing headache. I glanced outside; the rain was still falling.
"Am I sick?" I tried to move, but found I had no strength at all.
"Dad, what time is it?" My movements woke my daughter, who asked groggily.
"Let me see, 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!" I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.
A little while later, they were both dressed. Seeing me still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being a lazybones.
"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, I might have caught a cold. Let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard, sticky mess, and my eyelids wouldn't open. I replied to my wife and then lay back down on my side.
"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, while my wife went to get a thermometer.
I took my temperature and found I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I had to stay home and rest again.
"Xiao Ye, stay home and take care of your dad." My wife and I have similar personalities; we're both competitive and hardworking. After exchanging a few intimate words with me, she left for work.
After taking my medicine, I lay back down in bed and pulled the blanket over myself tightly. This illness is probably from catching a chill after getting caught in the rain yesterday. I think it will get better after sweating it out.
Although I'm over forty, I've always felt pretty healthy, but I've been quite busy at work these past few days, so I'm quite tired. Yesterday, the weather was fine until it suddenly started raining in the afternoon.
While I was busy at work, I suddenly remembered Xiaoye's classmate reunion. Now that it was raining, and she was only wearing a thin dress and didn't have an umbrella, I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I drove to where they were having their reunion.
I really don't know how they found the restaurant; after I parked, I realized the restaurant was still a hundred meters away.
When I arrived at the restaurant with my umbrella, my daughter and her friends were already gathered at the entrance.
"This child!" Seeing Xiaoye and her classmates huddled together, their hands tightly pressed against their chests, I couldn't help but sigh, "Couldn't they have stayed in the hotel?"
"Xiaoye!" I quickly stepped to her side, took off my coat, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Dad! Why are you here?" My daughter looked surprised to see me and immediately snuggled into my arms.
"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled and politely gestured to her classmates before quickly leading her back to the car.
"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"
"Don't be silly! Get in first, I still need to pick up your mother." I opened the back door for her and urged her on.
"Hmph, Dad's so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is Mom always the one sitting in front?"
"Sigh, this girl!" I turned to look at her, shook my head and smiled.
"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain was just savoring yesterday's sweetness when Xiao Ye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.
"Oh, nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.
I held out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you're sick, having a loved one's hand to hold makes you feel warm and secure.
"Dad, do you remember three or four months ago on May Day? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'll take care of you."
"Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was during that May Day holiday that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.
When I picked Xiaoye up from school, I noticed she seemed listless. By evening, she had a fever. My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.
The next day, her fever subsided. Always very clean, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. I, of course, strongly objected, afraid she would fall ill again.
After both of us insisted, my daughter suggested I wipe her down with a warm, damp cloth. I didn't think much of it at the time and agreed. When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized how much my daughter had grown; her breasts were now comparable to my wife's.

However, Xiaoye was, after all, my daughter. At the time, I only secretly admired her beauty and didn't have any lewd thoughts. When I looked at Xiaoye, I found her face was flushed, and her eyes closed as soon as we met.
When I cleaned her down there, I found that her genitals were already soaking wet! "Xiaoye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, I blurted out those words.
"No, not at all!"
Since I had already said that, I didn't have any other reservations. Actually, Xiaoye and I had always been very open with each other, including about matters of lovemaking. I never hid from Xiaoye when I was making love with my wife.
"You got this wet just from Dad wiping you down!" I said, looking at her with a hint of teasing.
"I only react like this when a man I love touches me." Xiao Ye's eyes widened as she stared at me intently. "I don't react this way when I, my mom, or anyone else touches me."
I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed something amiss in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, "Have you been touched by other boys?"
Later, Xiao Ye told me that my words had a sour undertone. I didn't know women's intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel a little uncomfortable.
"It's Xiao Jie!" she said with a grin.
Xiao Jie is my good friend Qian Han's son, a year younger than Xiao Ye, and he often comes to my house to play.
"A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started groping me. I was so angry I slapped him! I haven't spoken to him for two weeks!"
"Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless a while ago, it turns out it was you!"
My daughter didn't continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was quite embarrassing, so I kept quiet and silently covered her with the blanket.
In the afternoon, Xiao Ye was already full of energy. As for me, I spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.
I don't know how long I slept, but in my drowsy state, I felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and a smiling face jumped into my view.
"You brat, trying to crush your dad!" I reached out and hugged her, rolling her over to my side to continue my sweet dream.
"Daddy, wake up! You've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let up, climbing back onto me.
"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.
I forced myself to wake up, wanting to wash my face to clear my head. "Xiaoye, get down, I'm going to wash my face."
"No!"
"Don't be silly, Daddy's head's spinning. Let me get up and wash my face to clear my head."
"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then grabbed a damp towel and started wiping my face.
"Hehe, when did Xiaoye become so sensible?"
"Xiaoye has always been so sensible!" she said, playfully pinching my cheek. (I've always disliked that kind of parental behavior, so I didn't mind the pinch; in fact, I thought it showed the close bond between father and daughter.)
I knew she was getting back at me for wiping her down that morning. Thinking about what happened that morning, my penis started to stir. I reached down and pinched my thigh hard, hoping to suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily.
"Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself, relieved.
But soon, I realized I was wrong. It's understandable, really; she was on top of me, my penis pressed tightly against her body.
Suddenly, I felt her little hand brush against my penis, and it became even harder. It wasn't usually this strong! Could it be that my second son changes in front of my daughter?
Oh no! I stared at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise across her face, followed by a flush. I wanted to say something, but I felt too embarrassed to utter a word.
Time seemed to become an enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, filled only with my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting. After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear, and I instinctively reached out and hugged her.
This action was as impulsive as closing one's eyes when a foreign object flies at them, but it was misunderstood by my daughter (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). My daughter's right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now gripped my erect penis tightly.
From that moment on, the incestuous act began, unstoppable. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft, moist, the beauty sent shivers down my spine. My daughter's response was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my dull teeth, entwining in my mouth.
My wife loves kisses and hugs, and now it seemed my daughter did too! Her small hand, which had been gripping my penis, unconsciously loosened its hold, instead tightening its embrace around me.
My second child's gradual exhaustion brought me back to my senses. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this abnormal behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things. Since I had already acted this way, making excuses would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Besides, it was obvious that my daughter had feelings for me today, and saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.
After thinking for a while, I felt suffocated, so I quickly used this good excuse to leave her mouth, panting heavily, and muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to smother me to death?"
Xiao Ye smiled awkwardly at me and exhaled a large breath in my face, as if to show that she was also suffocated.
The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter was still clinging to me, and my own arms were tightly wrapped around her. These actions forced me to confront her and discuss the situation.
"Xiao Ye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and her all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"
Perhaps women are all easily moved; her eyes sparkled. Seeing this, I felt my own eyes welling up, and I could only hide my tears by pulling her into my arms.
"Daddy, I love you too," Xiao Ye whispered in my ear.
Daddy! The word, uttered unintentionally, stung me, mixed with a strong sense of excitement stemming from the incestuous relationship.
Oh well, let it be!
After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what would my wife say? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she spoke with me. Her first words were, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."
I was surprised, thinking she was joking, since when I raised the issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; although she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.
I asked my wife why she answered Xiaoye that way. She kissed me and said, "You don't understand women's minds."
When I asked Xiaoye how she had convinced my wife, her only reply was "a secret." Sigh, even though I'm their husband or father, their thoughts now baffle me.
"Dad! What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about the beginning of our relationship," I replied. Coming back to my senses, I noticed her beautiful breasts, half-hidden, half-revealed. So I freed my hand from her grasp and reached for her nightgown.
My clumsy left hand struggled for a few moments but couldn't unbutton her pajamas. My daughter moved my hand away and said understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving!"
I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiaoye moved closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.
"So good!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast and pressing my face against her lower one. A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes contentedly.
"Hehe, Daddy is acting like a good baby now," my daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and at the same time, I felt her hand press my head closer to her chest.
The feeling of skin against skin was intoxicating. It seemed our generational roles were reversed; I was like a child being held by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking her nipple.
My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, saying, "Good daddy, nurse!" She laughed again.
Although both my hands and mouth were enjoying this wonderful experience, being sick and feverish made me weak. In this infinitely pleasurable embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up again, I found the view outside the window gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same position as when I fell asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock by the bed: 12:40. Looks like it's going to rain again.
Having lay in bed all morning and worked up a sweat, I felt a surge of energy returning; the heat and dizziness had vanished. My left hand was still on her soft, white breasts, and the sight made my previously limp penis harden.
I couldn't resist gently kneading Xiaoye's breasts. The moment my hand moved, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"
"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered somewhat casually, my mind completely focused on her beautiful, full, firm breasts, the two bright red nipples on those white hemispheres already glistening with my saliva.
"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head aside, looking directly into my eyes.
"Feels great. Look how energetic I am now." I smiled at her, reached out and pulled off her pajamas first, then glanced at her pristine white panties embroidered with little animals. After a moment's hesitation, I went for them too.
My blatant act naturally earned my daughter's tacit approval; she bent her legs to help me remove that pretty obstacle. Once I was done, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just
as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to press against mine, I quickly pulled away; kissing is not advisable when you have a cold. Xiao Ye looked at me with a puzzled expression. I quickly explained my reasoning, and she nodded as if she suddenly understood. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Dad, then we can't have sex either."
Although I knew that having sex now might lead to bad consequences, I was too consumed by lust to care. If my condition worsened, I would have to get an IV drip!
Having figured this out, I replied, "It's okay, my sweet little darling will just take the initiative when we make love later."
My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back under the covers and started licking my chest as she had done before. But this time, after just a quick lick with the tip of her tongue, she looked up and stuck out her tongue at me, complaining, "Daddy, you're so sweaty and salty, it's hard to lick."
Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this to me. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."
My daughter leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back under the covers and hugged me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.
"You're so big now!" My daughter stuck out her tongue at me, her soft fingers beginning to stroke me. Her breasts were still changing shape in my hands, and with each grasp of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. Waves of pleasure surged through my lower body, and my grip naturally tightened.
"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.
I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, where it was already flowing. I wiped a handful of fluid from the crevice, and my daughter groaned as I inserted my index finger into her little hole.
My daughter stopped what she was doing, and instead gripped me tightly, moaning under my finger's onslaught.
"Hmm, that's enough!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.
Xiaoye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it towards her vaginal opening. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, and with a thrust of my hips, I smoothly entered her sacred place, lubricated by her love juices.
My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I comfortably enjoyed the exciting stimulation my daughter brought me. As time passed, my daughter's breathing grew heavier, and her movements became weaker.
Looking at her sweat-drenched, white body, and then at the white love juice flowing between our points of contact, I felt a surge of heat rush to my head. I stared at her with wide eyes, reached out and tightly grasped her slender waist, and thrust my hips forcefully.
"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation resumed, my throbbing penis shooting semen into her body...
Time flies. My daughter has been in university for a month now. Xiaoye's university is still in N city, just quite far from home. When school started, this girl insisted on living in the dormitory, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her school so she could be more comfortable.
But what's so good about living in a dormitory? There are too many people there, things are messy, and everyone disturbs each other. Although I knew all this in my heart, and I tried to persuade her, my daughter was determined, and as a father, I could only agree.
My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. To be honest, in the past eighteen years, she has never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiaoye first started school, I didn't see her for five days straight, and as a homebody, I really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I'll see my daughter tonight; I'm really looking forward to it.
Recently, due to company expansion, Qian Han and I rented another floor for office use. Qian Han plans to hire a few more new people; with increased business, he thinks we should each have a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none of them are to our liking.
I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!"
"Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."
"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han assigning this task to me is practically making me suffer.
Qian Han's standards are very high; both academic qualifications and a good physique are required. It's tough!
"Manager Lu, hello!" The person who entered smiled at me.
"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, you're being silly. Why are you here so early today? And coming straight to the company?"
"My teacher for that class was absent today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."
"Is it?" I smiled, tidying up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.
"Wow, that's really impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager now, sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."
I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my office now?"
"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm room. This sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian must have had it decorated for you, right?"
"It's nice." I was too lazy to think about these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a big renovation, I just nodded and let him handle everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is much better at it than I am.
"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."
"Hehe, it was just for fun. I originally came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the clerk asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he was going to ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"
"Hehe, yes. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be too busy."
The daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you going to hire a pretty female secretary?"
Looking at her, it seemed like she was about to throw a tantrum. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said we should hire a pretty and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.
"An excuse..." my daughter pouted. "What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it. Otherwise, why would that staff member have brought me to your office?"
"Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he's in charge of the renovations and all that, so I'll be in charge of hiring, so I won't slack off." I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. "I have your mom and you, that's enough. You're so jealous for no reason."
My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. "Did you miss me?"
"I missed you so much."
Xiao Ye reached out her hand to my waist and pulled out her belt. I quickly grabbed her hand. "Xiao Ye, stop fooling around. We're in the office."
"No! Didn't you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Daddy here." My daughter looked up at me and pouted. "It's more exciting in your office. Besides, Mommy has never done it with you in the office. I'm going to be the first this time." Women, once they go crazy, they'll do anything outrageous. Facing this little vixen in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
"Hey, Xiaoye, the sofas here are for guests. They're not hygienic. It's much better to do it at home."
"No, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing my daughter's lewd and awe-inspiring appearance, I shook my head helplessly.
My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.
My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At this moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her fair buttocks were slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly protruding, presenting a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's inner desire for domination, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature, "female dog," came to mind.
"Xiao Ye, you look like a cute little puppy in that position." I gently patted her bottom; it felt plump, smooth, and soft, irresistible.
My daughter stopped what she was doing. "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it? Isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, unlike A Ning, but these two different styles have certainly aroused my interest.
"Yes, it is hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut."
I patted her pert bottom again and lifted her chin with my right hand.
"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, I'm asking you, do you prefer making love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, and don't lie to me."
This girl! It seems women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiaoye, stop fooling around. You know this is a difficult question for Daddy to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.
"No, tell me, or I'll ask you in front of Mom when we get home."
"I can't do anything with you. I'll ask you, which do you like more, Daddy or Mommy? No matter what you answer, the one you're abandoning will definitely be very sad. You and your mom are both the love of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there is an answer to this question, it's definitely that I like them both."
"You're so annoying." My daughter pouted again, "I like Daddy more. There's definitely one I like more, right?"
"My dear child, how heartbroken your mother would be if she heard you say that. When we make love, you're more open and passionate, while your mother, even though we've been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you."
I picked up my daughter and let her sit in my lap. I said this with a serious expression. After all, my wife and daughter are both my beloved ones, and I don't want to favor one over the other or hurt either of them.
"I've spent more time with you, from when I was little until now. Dad has been by my side more, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have."
"Silly child, don't think like that. You and your mother are equally important to me. Even if my attitude towards you is sometimes different, it's because your mother is my wife, and you are my daughter."
My daughter grasped my penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: "Now I'm your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn't you love me even more, Dad?"
"Nonsense!" I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. "Be careful, what if you fall?"
"Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won't ask anymore, I knew you'd say that, it's pointless to ask anyway." My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and wiggled her little bottom up and down.
Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Xiaoye's crystal-clear skin, and she said breathlessly, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."
I slid my body down a bit, moved my hands to her buttocks, "You better hold on tight, don't really fall."
I used my hands to push, moving up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from the head of my penis down my body, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed up.
My daughter's vagina is truly a masterpiece, warm and tight, the constantly writhing vaginal muscles inside acting like a massage machine, incessantly rubbing against my genitals. Silky strands of vaginal fluid overflow from our point of contact, each thrust creating a layer of fine foam; my daughter is truly made of water.
"Ugh... Dad... so good." My daughter's body arched back in excitement, her pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appearing before my eyes.
I held her soft buttocks with one hand, my other palm pressing against her nipples, the erect red cherries sliding back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of fine sweat, the slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.
Sweat poured down her face, beads of sweat forming at her temples. "Dad, I can't go on, let's change positions." I picked her up, disregarding hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa.
I bent one leg, pulling her long, slender legs across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still clad in white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl was now displaying a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and bewildering to desire.
I held her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh over with the other, thrusting wildly.
Her pink vulva flushed red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed to one side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, her breasts heaving violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, the full flesh trembling all around.
"Oh...Daddy...Daddy, kiss me," my daughter murmured, her starry eyes slightly closed. She brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.
I slowed my movements, bent down, and picked her up. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, passionately entwined. My daughter's legs straddled my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.
"Waaah...Daddy...carry me, carry me to your desk," my daughter whimpered, sweat clinging to her hair, contrasting with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.
I swept the documents off the table and gently set my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly appeared on the surface, and the fluid from our joined bodies pooled there.
My daughter pushed me away, leaned over the table, and her little hands groped for my still-erect penis. *Pfft!* A gush of fluid spurted out, and the warm, wet, tight, stimulating sensation returned to my glans. "Dad, harder," my daughter said, squeezing her legs together. A series
of sharp impacts rang out, and my daughter's white buttocks were bruised and bleeding. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, revealing her brown anus, which was about to bloom. I reached out and rubbed it, and my daughter moaned contentedly, looking every bit the slut.
Thinking about her first night, A Ning specially decorated the room. She bought several pink lamps to decorate her daughter's bedroom erotically. That day, my daughter was lying shyly on the bed. When I walked into the room and lifted the quilt off her body, she closed her eyes tightly in shyness. The girl's beautiful body stood upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing more pliable due to tension.
Looking around, I can see that my daughter's exquisite body is uneven, her white jade-like breasts stand high, the deep valley is glowing with the color of snow, the top of the mountain is dotted with a circle of pink, and the beautiful pink balls are slightly protruding into the air.
Below, the land stretched out flat, with a grassy hill rising at the edge. Fine pubic hair curled slightly, and two grooves ran across her white flesh, meeting at that sacred valley.
A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out so starkly against her jade-like skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, and two incredibly tender pink lips formed a jade-like slit, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my mind—this was my daughter's treasure.
My daughter, still stiff and bashful, obediently let me do as I pleased. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her bright eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hands, but a sliver of skin remained between her fingers, her sparkling eyes still meeting mine.
I smiled inwardly. It's the first time, everyone's shy, but my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, parted her hands, and sought her fragrant lips, my tongue plunging into her mouth.
Scratching her saliva, I deliberately feigned eagerness, greedily savoring her fluids, while my hands continuously stroked her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere.
My daughter responded passionately to my kiss, and her little hands began to wander over my body intermittently. Wherever her delicate hands touched, I felt a warm sensation all over my body.
"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." My daughter pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and clung to me again, swallowing my saliva as if unwilling to give up. My
arms, which had been tightly wrapped around her, gradually loosened. I had been somewhat intoxicated, a deep love welling up inside me that wanted to bind us together, but I had forgotten the limits of what my daughter could endure.
My daughter was lost in the passionate kiss, but I, with my mind clear, was not satisfied. Now immersed in the pleasure of love, I had long since cast aside the taboos between father and daughter.
I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet supple—truly the flesh of youth! I gently teased her little cherry with my thumb, feeling it harden.
Her body trembled slightly in my arms, and she moaned softly during our passionate kiss. Suddenly, Xiaoye pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it's swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."
"Just moan if you want to, don't hold back," I comforted her with a smile, my hand moving between her legs.
Startled by the intrusion, my daughter reflexively closed her legs, trapping my hand between them, but after a moment, her legs loosened. Xiaoye crossed one leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand.
Her untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my touch; it seemed my daughter was quite the aroused woman. Slippery nectar coated my fingers. My index finger, which had been wandering around the perimeter, now easily found my daughter's entrance thanks to the lubrication of her love juices. With a slight probe, half a knuckle slipped inside.
"Oh... Dad..." my daughter moaned, her hot, delicate body writhing. I was afraid she would hurt her slender waist.
At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, which elicited another tremor from my daughter. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.
"Xiao Ye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I have to go in." I sat up and stroked her cheek. I lifted my penis, aimed it at her tender little hole, and rubbed it up and down along the jade crevice a couple of times.
My daughter's body trembled continuously. "Dad, I heard that the first time is very painful. Can you be gentle?"
"Yes, that's how it is for every daughter's first time. Dad will be gentle." I pulled a clean white towel from the bedside and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time is always a memorable occasion, and she specially went to the store to pick out a high-quality one. Spreading
my daughter's jade legs as wide as possible, I pressed down on her hip bones, aimed at her opening, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore through the symbol of my daughter's girlhood, reaching straight to her core.
Xiao Ye gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her rosy face gradually turning pale, and her temples were covered in sweat. I stopped what I was doing, gently lay down on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiao Ye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be alright in a little while."
"You're lying, it hurts so much! Daddy, you're so mean, you promised to be gentle!" My daughter protested, pounding my chest, her face streaked with tears.
"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's sweet lips. My wife had done the same the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt like I was back in that first time.
I grasped my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I wasn't moving down there anymore, my daughter gradually cooperated and kissed me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.
"Are you feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft breasts, licked away her tears, and asked as softly as possible.
"Hmm, a strange feeling, a swelling."
I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing that I had stopped, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.
The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable for me, a completely different feeling from my wife. The thought that the woman beneath me, yielding to pleasure, was my own daughter intensified the stimulation in my lower body. It felt
like there was a suction force in my daughter's vagina; the warm vaginal flesh enveloped my penis, constantly writhing, a numbing and pleasurable sensation spreading from the glans throughout my body. I paused, took a deep breath, and looked at our point of contact.
Every time I made love to my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our souls and flesh, feeling that tightness. Looking at the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the bottom of my heart. At this moment, my frenzied passion gradually calmed down. I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping that my love could reach her body.
A woman's first time is always so delicate, making one feel sorry for her. A broken flower cannot withstand a storm. I moved gently, but even so, my daughter's tight, warm vagina and the stimulation of incest quickly made me ejaculate.
Gushing streams of vaginal fluid flowed onto the handkerchief as I withdrew, the milky white mixed with a few streaks of blood, creating a pattern of love.
"Dad? What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?" My daughter's voice was impatient, and her white buttocks moved back on their own initiative.
"Ah, I remember the first time we came here, Xiao Ye wasn't like this at all. Back then, you were shyly closing your eyes and letting me do whatever I wanted, but now you're so passionate and proactive." As I spoke, I moved a few times more forcefully, and my daughter's humming music rose and fell again.
Xiao Ye didn't reply, immersed in the happiness of our intertwined bodies. Egg-white-like love fluid kept seeping from her warm vaginal cavity, covering our joined genitals with each thrust of my lower body. My daughter's slightly curly pubic hair was wet and twisted together; I reached out and grabbed it, and a mound of pubic hair formed in my hand.
"Oh, Dad... I'm almost there... almost... oh..." Xiao Ye sighed, her body convulsing a few times as she lay panting on the table, her little hands unconsciously groping around on the surface.
I gently patted my daughter's buttocks, pulled out my glistening penis, wiped it on her bottom, and gently picked her up.
After a while, my daughter stood up from my arms, stretched, and said, "Dad, where are the tissues? I need to wipe myself."
I pointed to the counter next to me, and my daughter made a face at me before walking over there naked. Luckily, the curtains in my office were drawn, otherwise...
After finishing tidying up, I pulled back the curtains and opened the window. The room reeked of lewdness; if my subordinates or Qian Han had come in, things would have been in trouble.
"Dad, treat me to lunch today." My daughter hugged me from behind, putting her arms around my neck.
"Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Hmm... let's go to that restaurant, Champagne."
I checked my watch; it was already past 11 a.m. I nodded, waited for the smell in the room to dissipate, closed the windows, gave my subordinates a few instructions, and left the company.
The new company wasn't far from home, only a ten-minute walk, and the Champagne restaurant that Xiao Ye wanted to go to was just between the company and home. Xiao Ye and I were regulars there, and soon, the dishes my daughter liked were served.
"Hehe~ Dad's so nice, he ordered all my favorites." Xiao Ye giggled, her chopsticks flying across the table.
"Slow down, look at you, you have no ladylike manners at all, you eat like a little pig." I chuckled as I watched her. My daughter looked so adorable; in my eyes, she was a child who would never grow up.
"Hehe, it's because you ordered so much of my favorite food. The food in the school cafeteria is bad, I don't like it, so now that there's good food, I naturally want to eat more."
"Don't rush, eat slowly." Although I had done a lot of exercise this morning, I wasn't very hungry. Slowly sipping my red wine and watching my daughter eat was a pleasure.
"Dad... I... am I eating very badly?" My daughter put down her chopsticks and looked at me with bright eyes.
"Hehe, it's quite nice."
"Nonsense, otherwise why would you keep staring at me with that weird smile, sipping your red wine and not even eating?" Xiao Ye stuck out her tongue.
"I'm not hungry. I only stared at you because you looked so cute eating." I moved my chopsticks and picked up a piece of food.
"I can't eat anymore because you keep staring at me."
"Okay, I won't stare at you anymore. Who told you to be so pretty and charming!" Although I'm older, I still like to flirt with her occasionally. That warm feeling warms my heart and makes me feel intoxicated.
I'm familiar with everything in the restaurant. There's nothing interesting there. My gaze wandered around and finally settled on a waiter in the lobby. The waitress was probably not much older than Xiao Ye, and quite pretty. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiao Ye in my mind.
I watched her from a distance; the waitress, of course, had no idea I was admiring her beauty. However… soon a sharp scolding voice rang out: “Dad!” When I looked away from my daughter, she muttered softly, “Dad is such a lecher.”
“Nonsense!” I said in a low voice, “Eat, eat.”
“I’m not eating anymore, I’m full.” The little girl put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.
"So fast?"
"What? You were so busy looking at that waitress that you didn't realize how much time had passed." Xiao Ye pouted. "Let's go, or we'll be completely captivated by her."
"..." I was silent for a moment. Ever since my relationship with my daughter began, she'd acted like my little wife, controlling me even more than A Ning. However, she spoke like a daughter one moment and a wife the next; I really didn't know how she managed to play both roles so well.
Not long after we left the hotel, my daughter took my hand and we walked happily down the sidewalk. The city of N in October still retained some of the lingering heat of summer. A breeze blew, and Xiaoye's hair and dress fluttered slightly in the air. A blush spread across her delicate face, and the beads of sweat on her forehead glistened. A fleeting smile as she turned her head captivated me. I silently rubbed my daughter's little hands and walked quietly with her...
When we got home, I was surprised to find my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. As soon as Xiaoye entered, she ran joyfully to my wife and nestled into her arms. My wife smiled and patted Xiaoye's back, pulling her into her embrace.
"So early today? Why did you come back with your dad?"
"Hehe, I didn't have class today, so I came back early. Mom, you didn't go to work today?"
"Hmm..." My wife responded, and after a while, she smiled at me and calmly said, "Lu, I resigned."
"What?" The little girl jumped up from the sofa. A Ning smiled and pressed Xiao Ye down, repeating it again.
I sat down on the other side of my wife and grasped her hand: "What happened? Did something happen?"
"Well, I had a conflict with the new manager. I wrote my resignation letter yesterday, handed it in this morning, and came back. Now I feel relieved. Are you satisfied?" My wife didn't look down at all. She smiled and said to me, looking every bit the mischievous girl.
Our family is well-off, and I wasn't really keen on Ah Ning working so hard. She's too responsible and often overwhelmed with work. I've tried to persuade her many times, but she just wouldn't listen, so I eventually let her be.
"Hey, Satisfied. What exactly happened?" I know my wife values her job, and now that she's given it up, it seems like there's a big problem. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure her smile was genuine.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm fine," my wife reassured me as if by telepathy. "Actually, it's nothing serious. That manager..." My wife glanced at our daughter, hesitating to finish her sentence.
"Mom, you're doing this again!" The daughter pouted and stood up. "I'm not a child anymore. You don't tell me anything. Okay, I'll go inside first. Call me when you've finished talking."
The wife smiled gently and took the daughter's hand. "Xiao Ye, sit down. You can listen if you want. Actually, it's nothing. After that manager came to our department, he harassed me every few days, inviting me to dinner and giving me gifts. It was very annoying, and I couldn't avoid him, so I had to quit." At the end, the wife looked into my eyes with a smile, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now?"
Although the wife is nearly forty years old, she takes good care of herself and looks like she is only thirty. When she wears a business suit, the elegance she exudes in every gesture is even more admirable. It's normal for someone as charming as her to attract other men.
Looking at my wife, a warm feeling rose in my heart. A few years ago, I was inexplicably jealous because of her suitors, and we even had a cold war for several days. Afterwards, she said I was like a child.
Actually, ever since that incident, I haven't wanted my wife to continue working. The reason, of course, is that work is tiring and makes people age faster, but privately we both know that it was my possessiveness that was acting up.
The world is becoming more and more open, but people's hearts are becoming more and more unpredictable, and there are more and more variables. I don't want our current harmonious and happy family to be destroyed. This is a high-sounding reason, but no matter what, there is definitely selfishness involved, and I have never hidden it.
Once, my wife asked me, "What would I do if she betrayed me?" I remained silent, simply holding her hands and staring intently at her. After a long while, my wife smiled and explained that it was just a question. She said she had read a book and wanted to understand my thoughts.
At that moment, my mind was in turmoil; I had no idea how to answer her. Even the hypothetical situation was causing me excruciating pain. Later, I calmly replied that if she betrayed me, I would raise our daughter on my own.
My wife then asked what I would do if she only betrayed me once. I said the same answer. Actually, at that moment, I didn't even consider it further. The phrase "better a short pain than a long one" kept flashing through my mind.
As a result, my wife climbed on top of me, pinched me hard, and said that I was heartless and couldn't tolerate even one mistake from my wife. Seeing her playful expression, my heart, which had been in my throat, finally calmed down.
Then I asked her what would happen if I had an affair, and I ended up with another red mark on my body. My wife pressed her face against my chest and said retaliatoryly that she would take the same measures as me.
Now that I think about it, being with my daughter was also a betrayal of her, except that she promised it and even encouraged it at the time.
"Mom, I went to Dad's place today and found out they're hiring someone new. Since you quit your job, why don't you go work for Dad as his secretary? That way, Dad won't have to find a pretty female secretary." My daughter shook Ah Ning's arm, and at the end, she pouted and glared at me defiantly.
"Hehe, really? Look how jealous you are. Don't worry, your dad isn't that kind of philanderer." My wife smiled and tapped my daughter's forehead, looking at her with a smile, then at me.
"Who said that? Dad was staring at a waitress the whole time we were having lunch today, he almost fell for her." My daughter's face changed instantly, her pouty lips turning into a smile.
This girl! So precocious! I thought to myself. Although her smile made her seem like she was joking, I knew she was trying to put pressure on me through my wife.
"Really?" My wife, still smiling, turned to me and said, "Lu, really?"
Seeing the smile in her eyes, I somehow sensed a hint of sadness deep within them. "Hey, I saw she wouldn't let me see her, so I had to look at someone else. By the way, Xiao Ye's suggestion is pretty good too. If you're willing, come and help me. I know you don't like being idle, so if you come over, you'll have something to do, and with you watching over things, Xiao Ye will feel at ease." I answered casually, naturally with a smile on my face, but...
deep down I felt a chill. Although my words came from the heart, they were also an avoidance of my wife's question.
Ever since I got involved with Xiaoye, I've always felt guilty towards my wife deep down. After all, I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first. Just a moment ago, that look in my wife's eyes made me incredibly uneasy. Perhaps I'm being overly sensitive, but I had a bad feeling.
"Okay, since you're willing, then I'll be your secretary." It was still a smile, still that calm face. I stood up abruptly, took my wife's hand, and said, "Come with me for a moment." Then I turned to my daughter and said, "Xiao Ye, your mother and I have something to discuss. You can watch TV for a while."
Back in the bedroom, I locked the door, leaned against the bed, and asked anxiously, "A Ning, what happened? You suddenly resigned without telling me beforehand. Don't tell me it's nothing. We've been married for so many years; I can tell you're troubled."
"It's nothing, really nothing," my wife said, sitting down beside me, her delicate hand grasping mine, nestled obediently in my arms.
I looked into her eyes; her gaze was somewhat flustered, and she quickly lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. For no apparent reason, a pang of sadness welled up inside me. "A-Ning, I love you. No matter what happens, I will still love you as before."
I gently lifted her head with my hand. "Even if you made a mistake."
A-Ning glared at me, and just like she did more than ten years ago, she twisted my arm hard. "Stop overthinking! What mistake did I make?"
"What exactly happened? Tell me, my dear wife. You weren't like this before. You would tell me everything that was on your mind. This time you didn't say anything, and the reason for your resignation was related to that kind of thing, of course I would overthink. Tell me quickly, or I'll get anxious."
"I already said it's nothing, don't guess." My wife remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal any information.
I let go of her, grabbed a mattress, put it behind my back, and sighed as I looked up at the ceiling. "You can't hide it from me. There was sadness in your eyes when you spoke to me in the living room just now, and now you're avoiding my gaze. Your tone is so calm it's chilling. And you still say nothing's wrong? I won't force you if you don't want to talk about it. I just don't want you to feel wronged or suffer alone."
"Old Lu, how old are you? Still acting like a child, always wearing a long face when you're unhappy. Actually, nothing's wrong. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me."
"Hey, spending so much time with our daughter has picked up some of her childish habits. Tell me, what's going on? Why are you making fun of me again?"
I hugged my wife and stroked her hair. I love seeing women with long, flowing hair, so my wife always takes off her hair clips when she's home. Her glossy black hair, combined with her well-maintained figure, makes her look no more than thirty. She exudes a mature yet alluring charm, which is incredibly captivating.
"Actually, cough... actually, I'm a little jealous of our daughter." Ah Ning gave a hesitant hum. I looked at her; a blush crept onto her fair face.
"What do you mean?"
My wife playfully punched me. "Are you forcing me to explain? It's so embarrassing. Ever since you and Xiaoye got together, although you still care about me as much as before, you've been less attentive. Today you came home with Xiaoye again, and I could tell you two had another passionate encounter. I know that before, she was just your daughter, but now it's different. She's your little wife, just like Xiaoye said." "
A person's time is limited. You spend more time with her, so naturally you spend less time with me. Over time, I'm bound to feel uneasy. Although she's my daughter, and as her mother, I shouldn't be jealous, I'm a woman, and naturally, I can be a little temperamental sometimes."
"I was already feeling a bit down about quitting my job today, and seeing you two come back so affectionately made me even more upset. I tried my best to hide it, but you still found out. I just didn't expect you to think of it that way, really! Now you're forcing me to talk about it, it's just... sigh, I won't say anymore."
Hearing my wife's words, I felt a little lost. This was really difficult to handle. Although my wife had verbally agreed to and even encouraged my relationship with Xiaoye, it seems that she still has a scar on her heart.
I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first, and I've always felt guilty about it. I always try my best to consider my wife's feelings, and I thought I was doing a good job, but now I realize that I haven't done enough. A person's energy and time are limited; if you give them to one thing, you'll naturally have less for another.
I sighed heavily and kissed my wife's forehead. "Ah Ning, I'm sorry."
"Look at you! What are you saying? I promised you back then, you did nothing wrong." My wife is always so understanding, kind, and gentle. My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and I silently tightened my arms around her.
"Didn't you always want to know why I agreed to your proposal back then? Now I'll tell you. Ever since Xiaoye was born, you've basically taken care of her every need. Your daughter and you are very close; I guess she only has eyes for you, not for me. To be honest, I've been a bit negligent as a mother. I was too focused on my career back then. Now I realize that those are all illusions—my own abilities, other people's respect—none of them can compare to the bond between family members."
"When my daughter came to me about this the other day, she said you had already agreed and just wanted my opinion. I could tell you were pressured by her but didn't want to hurt her feelings. I can't guess the exact details, but that's definitely what happened: you wanted to pass this hot potato to me."
"But she's your daughter, and she's my daughter too. Although I haven't spent much time taking care of her, I understand her personality, and as a woman myself, I probably understand some of her feelings even better than you do. Seeing that expectant look on her face, do you think I would be so heartless as to refuse? I know this is incest, and I know you want me to refuse, but I can't."
"As for incest, I suppose you know we've discussed it together. Like you, I don't have much of a problem with it. If we truly love each other, as long as we don't have children, what does it matter?"
"You couldn't bear to refuse her, and neither could I. Although I felt strange and a little sad, I still agreed to her request. She was very happy. Watching her excitedly run up to me, hug and kiss me, calling me 'good mom,' and saying things like 'mom is the best,' I felt both happy and sad for myself."
"One is my daughter, the other is my husband, both are the people I love most. Afterwards, I still felt a pang of sadness. It was my own daughter who took my husband away, and I had to force a smile and help you decorate your new house. It's ironic! But every time I see my daughter's happy expression, I feel happy too. I don't regret making that decision. As for whether it was right or wrong, neither of us can say for sure."
At this point, my wife looked at me with some resentment: "It's all your fault for being too good, making our daughter fall in love with you!"
"Sigh..." I sighed deeply. What could I say after hearing my wife's words? A person can't be in two places at once, and what's done can't be undone. It's all too late for regrets now.
"But don't worry, I only feel a little jealous of our daughter sometimes. Lao Lu, am I getting old? Lately, I always feel like I'm getting uglier and uglier."
"Nonsense. If you were ugly, why would you quit your job? I think my wife is getting more and more beautiful."
"Hmm, it seems like Xiao Ye is putting pressure on me. She's young and lively, a vibrant young woman; I can't compare to her." There was a hint of self-deprecation in my wife's tone.
I quickly kissed her to comfort her, "Don't think like that. In my eyes, you'll always be beautiful."
"By the way, didn't you feel like we weren't spending enough time together? Xiao Ye's suggestion is good; you can help me, that way we can be together every day."
"Is that okay?"
"Of course!" I knew my wife was worried it would affect my work. When Qian Han and I established the company rules, we made it clear that neither of us would use the company for personal gain or try to get our relatives into the company. But Qian Han also knew how capable my wife was, and he had tried to persuade her to work for us many times, but she had politely declined each time. Now that she's coming to work, I think he definitely won't have any objections.
My wife smiled slightly. "Okay, but you're not allowed to tell our daughter what happened today, or it'll be so embarrassing."
"Hehe, I won't tell. You two are like two peas in a pod. The daughter is jealous of her mother, and the mother is jealous of her daughter."
"What? Xiao Ye too...?" Seeing my wife's questioning look, I nodded and told her about what happened to Xiao Ye this morning. Unexpectedly, my wife smiled sweetly: "Then if I go to help you, won't I be so envious of her?"
Hearing my wife's playful words, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. The deep love that the mother and daughter had for me made me feel like I was soaring to the clouds.
"Hehe, what's there to envy? You two..." I pinched my wife's cheek. At this moment, she looked like a young girl, smiling happily.
"Lao Lu, let me ask you, is making love with our daughter more pleasurable than with me?" My wife suddenly asked this question, leaving me speechless. This mother and daughter! I'm so happy yet helpless.
Seeing my silence, my wife continued, "Our daughter is young, and she's tighter down there than me. You must like her."
Sigh, women... I quickly interrupted her, "I like both of you. You've had a child, after all. Although you're not as tight as her down there, it's still a unique experience." Then, I told her my evaluation of the two of them that morning, which made my wife chuckle.
My wife snorted, "Still so sweet-talking. By the way, aren't you two being careful? Making a scene like this in the office, what if someone finds out?"
"It's okay, the door was locked, the soundproofing is great, the windows were closed, and I cleaned up all the traces afterwards," I quickly explained, afraid my wife would worry.
Seeing that the issue was resolved, I pulled my wife back to the living room. Leaving our daughter behind for so long, I couldn't handle her throwing another tantrum.
Seeing us, our daughter stuck out her tongue, my wife beamed, and our daughter chuckled, sandwiching me between them on the sofa. Little Ye was very well-behaved; she didn't ask anything, and I think she could tell that our matter was completely resolved.
"Let's go out for dinner tonight, it's on me, to celebrate my beautiful wife working with me," I said with a grin, my arms around Ah Ning on my left and Xiao Ye on my right.
My wife and daughter naturally had no objections and happily agreed. When my daughter heard that my wife was going to work for me, she deliberately let out a long sigh and patted her chest, teasingly saying, "Now that Mom's watching over you, I can relax." This caused my wife and me to burst into laughter, and then Xiao Ye couldn't help but lean against my chest and giggle too.
That evening, the mother and daughter dressed up specially. My wife, on my suggestion, wore a new beige suit that showed off her slender figure; my daughter wore a white dress and looked like an angel who had just descended to earth.
Although the food for dinner was exquisite, with two such beautiful women in front of me, my mind was not on the food. The meal was very pleasant. Before leaving, my daughter pointed to the waitress I had been staring at at lunchtime and teased me, "Mom, that's the woman who made Dad lose his mind." I tapped her forehead, and the family left the hotel laughing.
Back home, my wife was about to take off her high heels when I scooped her up and ran to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. My wife blushed and protested in a low voice, "What are you doing? Xiao Ye is right there!"
I knew, of course, that Xiao Ye was with us. We'd had our fun together several times already, but my wife was still so reserved.
Before I could even speak, my daughter's voice rang out: "Daddy's being unfair! He hugs Mommy but not me!" My wife chuckled and nagged, "Xiao Ye's jealous. Go comfort her."
Two women—I'm enjoying the best of both worlds, but this bliss isn't so easy to savor. I had no choice but to stand up and hug my daughter again. Mother and daughter sat side by side on the edge of the bed, one side adorned with delicate daffodils, the other with ripe roses.
My daughter's legs were bare; I slightly lifted her ruffled skirt, pressing it against her thighs. Her smooth, delicate skin was flawless, and her slender ankles connected to her petite breasts. The girl took off her socks so quickly after entering, her bare legs dangling playfully.
In contrast, my wife, in a beige suit skirt, revealed her knees after sitting down, wearing black stockings and black high heels, creating a striking contrast with the expanse of white skin beside her. My wife
's thighs were together, her calves slightly apart, exuding elegance and poise. The two of them, one in motion and one still, complemented each other harmoniously, making me marvel at the wonders of creation.
"What are you daydreaming about?" my wife asked with a charming smile. My daughter chimed in, "Yeah, Dad, what are you doing?"
I sat there, lost in thought, on the carpet, one hand caressing my daughter's legs, the other my wife's stockings. One hand held the supple, youthful flesh, the other the soft, delicate flesh of a mature woman. Looking up, both of them were gazing at each other with tender affection, their allure irresistible.
"Haven't you had enough?" My wife shifted her legs, her seductive expression enough to drive any man crazy. I reached up, squatted down, and slipped my hand deep into my wife's skirt, grabbing her stockings and yanking them down hard.
A crisp tearing sound rang out as my wife gently punched me with her delicate hand, exclaiming, "What are you doing? You've torn my stockings! You really don't know how to cherish things!" My daughter, laughing beside me, called me a lecherous old man, more impatient than a monkey.
I had ripped the black stockings down to her ankles, leaving several red marks on her fair, smooth thighs. My wife's skin was delicate; even a light press would leave a red mark, and these rough tugs made them stand out even more against her white skin.
"Does it hurt?" I asked tenderly, touching the red marks, my hand gradually moving towards that hidden depth.
"You're so naughty!" My wife slapped my hand, stood up, and straightened her clothes. "Okay, stop it. Look at the state I look in. I'm going to take a shower."
One of her legs was as white as snow, and the other was as black as charcoal. A silk scarf was wrapped around her white ankle, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped in her skirt, the beautiful curves of which were enough to make anyone's mind wander.
I leaned close to Ah Ning's ear and whispered something. My wife blushed and muttered, "Always thinking about bad things." Then she turned to leave.
"Mom, I'll shower with you." My daughter jumped up from the bed, took my wife's hand, and walked out. As she left, she turned back and gave me a flirtatious wink.
I went downstairs to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then returned to bed, waiting for the mother and daughter to finish their bath.
Thinking of what I had just said to my wife, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.
A short while later, the mother and daughter came in, smiling and wearing their pajamas. Their skin was flushed after the bath, and their wet hair was loose over their shoulders, giving off a fresh fragrance.
"Come sit down," I said, patting the sides of the bed. Since my relationship with Xiaoye began, I had changed the bed to make it easier to have sex; now there's room for all three of us to sleep on it.
I was covered by a thin blanket, and underneath, everything was bare. Seeing the two beauties fresh from their bath, I knew my erections were already standing tall, a bulge forming on their lower bodies. The mother and daughter clearly saw it. Their eyes were fixed on the bulge; my wife covered her mouth and chuckled, while my daughter gave me a tongue-out smile.
"Alright, stop laughing. Seeing you two like this and not getting any response, it must be something's wrong with me. Come lie down next to me."
I closed my eyes, focusing on savoring the women's fragrance in the air. I heard a soft rustling of clothes being undressed, and soon two smooth bodies were beside me. I reached out and touched both sides, immediately recognizing my wife on the left and my daughter on the right.
I crouched down, my left hand reaching behind Ah Ning, groping for my wife's anus. My index finger probed lightly, poking her backside, and I chuckled softly, "Is it clean here?"
"Ugh," my wife muttered under her breath.
My daughter, however, couldn't resist climbing her legs onto mine. "What do you mean, 'clean'? What are you whispering about?"
"Hehe, I'll tell you." I whispered in my daughter's ear, but my wife grabbed my hand. "Don't tell Xiao Ye, it's so embarrassing."
"What's there to be afraid of? We'll do it anyway." After whispering a few words in my daughter's ear, she looked bewildered, while my wife buried her face in my chest in embarrassment. I took the opportunity to roll over and pull her into my arms.
Sex is an art. If sex is like a painting, then flirting is an indispensable brush. Every woman has different erogenous zones. If you find them, you can make her lose control of her emotions and enjoy pleasurable pleasure even before the actual act.
After twenty years of marriage, I know every part of Ah Ning's body so well. I kiss her, gently caress her armpits, and my wife trembles under my touch.
Her hot body, rapid breathing, dreamy starry eyes, and beautiful cheeks have ignited my desire in my wife. She keeps rubbing her jade-like legs together, moaning urgently, "Lu... hurry... give it to me."
My wife presses tightly against me, her soft breasts pressing against me, like a sandwich with creamy flesh overflowing in the middle. I kept kissing my wife, her rosy lips glistening with desire, slightly parted, exhaling fragrant breaths between her pearly teeth.
Suddenly, music started playing, like a downpour. I muttered, "Who is it? Really, a call at this hour." My wife clung to me, her face flushed, while my daughter nestled close to my other side, both looking at me with tender eyes as I picked up my phone.
I glanced at the number; it was Qian Han. I started chatting with him, casually mentioning that my wife wanted to work near me. Having finished our business, I didn't waste any more time on him, quickly hanging up and returning to my own tender embrace.
A few minutes of phone calls brought me back to my senses, and the arousal was about to be rekindled. Luckily, with my beautiful wife in my arms, it wasn't difficult to regain my excitement.
I grasped my wife's breasts and slowly kneaded them. Although my wife was well-maintained, her age was undeniable, and her breasts weren't as firm as a young girl's, but the flesh was soft and delicate, like dough in my hands. The rosy nipples adorned her breasts, making me want to suckle them.
My wife's hands reached down to my crotch, gently stroking my penis, trying to restore its majestic appearance. My daughter was behind me; the little girl was quite obedient, her breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing up and down.
Love permeated the air, and at that moment I felt as if I were immersed in a thousand-year-old wine cellar, even experiencing a drowsy sensation. Damn the phone call! I quickly roused myself, coordinating my mind with my wife's delicate hands; the visual stimulation and sensory awareness finally awakened it.
I sat up and turned to face my wife, who obediently revealed her vulva. The petals were slightly open, a layer of moisture glistening on the tender red surface; touching it, it was incredibly smooth.
My wife had sparse pubic hair, only a few strands clinging to the smooth white skin outside the petals. The red edges were tinged with black, showing the weariness of maturity, but the inner part remained as rosy as a fresh flower, undiminished in beauty.
"Haven't you seen enough after all these years? Hurry up!" My wife said coquettishly, but her words were filled with joy, and her face was beaming with happiness.
"Can't wait?" I chuckled, leaning forward, and my penis easily entered the battlefield of twenty years.
"Mmm..." My wife hummed with pleasure, her chest arching slightly; she really had a sensitive body.
After a couple of quick thrusts, I paused at the entrance, gently grinding, and then plunged in all the way. After a few times, my wife was moaning softly, and even involuntarily arching her buttocks towards me each time I paused.
With our daughter beside her, my wife was naturally shy to speak, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide, hinting that I shouldn't torture her like this. Actually, my wife and I both knew that this method was the most effective at stimulating pleasure. The desire was so close, yet we couldn't enjoy it comfortably; this very feeling made each penetration even more intense.
My wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her delicate hands gripping my wrists and squeezing hard. I had no choice but to thrust and charge forward quickly.
Her vulva, like a bursting peach, overflowed with juice. If it weren't for its stickiness, each thrust would have been a spray of juice. Even so, the point where we were joined was already sticky—truly a woman made of water! Ah
Ning's body twisted violently a few times, her chest rising before she fell heavily onto the bed, her skin flushing like the sunset. Suddenly, fluids overflowed from her chrysanthemum-like passage. I quickly withdrew my penis, guiding the love juices deep into her anus.
My wife, exhausted after her orgasm, lay on the bed. I rolled her over, bending her legs; her wrinkled vulva trembled incessantly, a pool of love juice already gathered in the small indentation.
My daughter watched curiously, and at my direction, helped me secure my wife's body. Oh… I penetrated her tight anus, the rectal muscles constantly writhing, expelling the invading foreign object.
So tight, so hot…
my wife moaned, clutching the pillowcase, her breasts swaying wildly. The greatest pleasure of anal sex is the sense of conquest, the satisfaction of a woman's wholehearted devotion, coupled with my wife's submissive posture. As a man, my desire to conquer is greatly satisfied.
I had already experienced immense pleasure in her vagina, and I had only managed to hold back my ejaculation by suppressing my urges. Now, with the visual impact and sensory stimulation, I released my pent-up desire and ejaculated with unbridled ecstasy.
Her red anus opened and closed, and the sticky, yet not viscous, semen slowly overflowed, lewd and erotic…
“Dad, I want some too…” Before I could even recover, my daughter's arms wrapped around my shoulders. Sigh, the bittersweet happiness, the helpless happiness... At this rate, I'll die on their bellies sooner or later...
I woke up this morning to find my head spinning. I looked outside; the rain was still falling.
"Am I sick?" I struggled, but found I had no strength at all.
"Dad, what time is it?" My movements woke my daughter, who asked me groggily.
"Let me see, 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!" I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.
A little while later, they were both dressed. Seeing me still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being a lazybones.
"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, I might have caught a cold. Let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard, sticky mess, and my eyelids wouldn't open. I replied to my wife and then lay back down on my side.
"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, while my wife went to get a thermometer.
I took my temperature and found I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I had to stay home and rest again.
"Xiao Ye, stay home and take care of your dad." My wife and I have similar personalities; we're both competitive and hardworking. After exchanging a few intimate words with me, she left for work.
After taking my medicine, I lay back down in bed and pulled the blanket over myself tightly. I think I caught a chill from getting caught in the rain yesterday. I should feel better after sweating it out.
Although I'm over forty, I've always felt pretty healthy. It's just that I've been quite busy at work these past few days, so I'm a bit tired. Yesterday, the weather was fine, but it suddenly started raining in the afternoon.
I was busy at the office when I suddenly remembered Xiaoye's classmate reunion. It had suddenly started raining, and she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn't brought an umbrella. Worried she'd catch a cold, I drove to where they were having their reunion.
I really don't know how they found the restaurant; after I parked, I realized it was still a hundred meters away.
When I arrived at the restaurant with my umbrella, my daughter and her friends were gathered at the entrance.
"This child!" I sighed, seeing Xiaoye and her classmates with their hands tightly clasped to their chests. "Couldn't they have stayed inside the restaurant?"
"Xiaoye!" I quickly went to her side and took off my coat to put it on her.
"Dad! What brings you here?" My daughter looked surprised to see me and quickly snuggled into my arms.
"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled and politely gestured to her classmates before quickly leading her back to the car.
"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"
"Don't be silly! Get in first, I still need to pick up your mom." I opened the back door for her and urged her.
"Hmph, Dad's so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is Mom always the one who sits in the front?"
"Sigh, this girl!" I looked back at her, shook my head, and smiled.
"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain was just savoring yesterday's sweetness when Xiao Ye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.
"Oh, it's nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.
I reached out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you're sick, having a loved one's hand to hold makes you feel warm and secure.
"Dad, do you remember May Day three or four months ago? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'll take care of you." "
Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was from that May Day that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.
When I picked Xiao Ye up from school, I noticed she seemed listless. By evening, I found she had a fever. My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.
The next day, my daughter's fever subsided. Always a clean person, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. I, of course, strongly objected, fearing she would fall ill again.
After much insistence, she suggested I wipe her down with a warm, damp cloth. Without thinking too much, I agreed. When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized how much my daughter had grown; her breasts were now comparable to my wife's.
However, Xiao Ye was, after all, my daughter. At that moment, I only secretly admired her beauty and didn't have any lewd thoughts. But when I looked at Xiao Ye, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes closed as soon as we met.
When I wiped her genitals, I discovered they were completely wet! "Xiaoye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, the words just popped out of my mouth.
"No way!"
Now that I'd said it, I didn't hold back anymore. Actually, Xiaoye and I have always been very open with each other, including about sex. I never hide anything from Xiaoye when I'm intimate with my wife.
"You got this wet just from Daddy wiping you down!" I said, looking at her with a teasing tone.
"I only react like this when a man I deeply love touches me." Xiao Ye's eyes were wide open, staring intently at me. "
I don't react this way when I, my mother, or other people touch me." I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed something amiss in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, "Have you been touched by other boys?"
Later, Xiao Ye told me that my words had a hint of jealousy. I didn't know women's intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel a little uncomfortable.
"It's Xiao Jie!" she said with a grin.
Xiao Jie is my good friend Qian Han's son, a year younger than Xiao Ye, and he often comes to my house to play.
"A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started groping me. I was so angry I slapped him! I haven't spoken to him for two weeks!"
"Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless a while ago, it turns out it was you!"
My daughter didn't continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was quite embarrassing, so I kept quiet and silently covered her with the blanket.
In the afternoon, Xiao Ye was already full of energy. As for me, I spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.
I don't know how long I slept, but in my drowsy state, I felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and a smiling face jumped into my view.
"You brat, trying to crush your dad?" I reached out and hugged her, rolling her over to my side to continue my sweet dream.
"Daddy, wake up! You've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let up, climbing back onto me.
"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.
I forced myself to wake up, wanting to wash my face to clear my head. "Xiao Ye, get down, I'm going to wash my face."
"No!"
"Don't be silly, Daddy's head's spinning. Let me get up and wash my face to clear my head."
"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then went to get a damp towel and started wiping my face.
"Hehe, when did Xiaoye become so sensible?"
"Xiaoye has always been sensible!" She playfully pinched my cheek (I've always disliked that kind of parental behavior, so I didn't mind the pinch; instead, I thought it showed the close bond between father and daughter).
I knew she was repaying me for wiping her that morning. Thinking about what happened that morning, my penis started to stir. I reached down and pinched my thigh hard, hoping to quickly suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily.
"Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself, secretly relieved.
But soon, I realized I was wrong. It's understandable, really; she was on top of me, my penis pressed tightly against her body.
Suddenly, I felt her little hand brush against my penis, and it became even harder. It's never this strong before! Could it be that it changes in front of my daughter?
Oh no! I stared at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise on her face, followed by a blush. I wanted to say something, but I felt too embarrassed to utter a word.
Time seemed to become an enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, with only my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting. After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear, and I instinctively reached out and hugged her.
This action, like closing your eyes when a foreign object flies at you, was impulsive and thoughtless, but it was misunderstood by my daughter (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). Her right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now tightly gripped my erect penis.
From that moment on, the incestuous act began, unstoppable. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft, moist, the beauty sent a shiver down my spine. My daughter's reaction was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my sluggish teeth, entwining itself in my mouth.
My wife loves kisses and hugs, and now it seems my daughter does too! Her little hand, which had been holding my penis, unconsciously loosened its grip and instead tightened its embrace.
The gradual weakening of my penis brought me back to my senses. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this inappropriate behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things; making excuses after what I'd already done would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Besides, it was clear today that my daughter had feelings for me; saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.
After thinking for a while, I felt suffocated, so I quickly used this as an excuse to pull away from her mouth, panting heavily, and muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to smother me?"
Xiao Ye gave me an awkward smile and exhaled a large breath onto my face, as if to indicate that she was also suffocated.
The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter was still hugging me, and my uncooperative arms were also tightly wrapped around her. These actions forced me to confront my daughter and discuss the current situation.
"Xiaoye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and those all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"
Perhaps women are all easily moved; my daughter's eyes lit up. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up with tears, so I simply pulled her into my arms to hide them.
"Daddy, I love you too," Xiaoye whispered in my ear.
Daddy! The word, uttered unintentionally, stung my heart, mixed with a strong sense of excitement from the incestuous relationship.
Oh well, let it be!
After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what about my wife? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she talked to me. Her first words were, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."
I was surprised, thinking she was joking. After all, when I raised the issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; although she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.
I asked her why she answered Xiaoye that way, and she kissed me, saying, "You don't understand women's minds."
When I asked Xiaoye how she had convinced my wife, her reply was simply "a secret." Sigh, even though I am their husband or father, their thoughts now confuse me.
"Dad! What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about the early days of our relationship," I replied. Coming to my senses, I began to notice her beautiful breasts, half-hidden and half-revealed. I freed my hand from her grasp and reached for her nightgown.
My clumsy left hand struggled a few times but couldn't unbutton it. My daughter moved my hand away, saying understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving!"
I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiaoye shifted closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.
"Good girl!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast while pressing my face against her lower one. A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes contentedly.
"Hehe, Daddy's acting like a good baby now." My daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and at the same time, I felt her hand press my head closer to her chest.
This feeling of flesh against flesh was intoxicating. It seemed like our generational roles were reversed; I was like a child being held by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick her nipple.
My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, "Good Daddy, nurse!" Then she laughed again.
Although both my hand and mouth were enjoying this wonderful treatment, being sick and feverish made me weak, and in this infinitely pleasurable embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up again, I found the view outside the window was gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same spot as when I had fallen asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 12:40. It looked like it was going to rain again.
Having been lying down all morning and working up a sweat, I felt as if I had regained my energy; the hot, dizzy feeling had disappeared. My left hand was still on her soft, white breast, and this sight made my previously limp penis hard.
I couldn't resist gently kneading Xiaoye's breasts. The moment my hand moved, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"
"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered casually, my mind completely focused on her beautiful, full, soft, and firm breasts. The two bright red cherries adorning those white hemispheres were already covered in my saliva.
"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head away and looked directly into my eyes.
"Feeling great. Look at me now, so energetic." I smiled at her, reaching out to remove her pajamas. I glanced at her white panties embroidered with small animals, hesitated for a moment, and then went for them too.
My blatant actions naturally received my daughter's tacit approval. She bent her legs, helping me remove that beautiful obstacle. After I finished, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just
as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to touch mine, I quickly pulled away; kissing isn't advisable when you have a cold. Xiaoye looked at me questioningly, and I quickly explained my reasoning. She nodded as if suddenly understanding, then paused to think for a moment and said, "Dad, then we can't have sex either."
Although I knew that having sex now might have negative consequences, I was too consumed by lust to care. If my condition worsened, I'd have to get an IV!
Having figured this out, I replied, "It's okay, my sweet little darling will just take the initiative when we make love later."
My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back under the covers and started licking my chest as she had done before. But this time, after just a quick lick with the tip of her tongue, she looked up and stuck out her tongue at me, complaining, "Daddy, you're so sweaty and salty, it's hard to lick."
Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this to me. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."
My daughter leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back under the covers and hugged me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.
"You're so big now!" My daughter stuck out her tongue at me, her soft fingers beginning to stroke me. Her breasts were still changing shape in my hands, and with each grasp of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. Waves of pleasure surged through my lower body, and my grip naturally tightened.
"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.
I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, where it was already flowing. I wiped a handful of fluid from the crevice, and my daughter groaned as I inserted my index finger into her little hole.
My daughter stopped what she was doing, and instead gripped me tightly, moaning under my finger's onslaught.
"Hmm, that's enough!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.
Xiaoye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it towards her vaginal opening. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, and with a thrust of my hips, I smoothly entered her sacred place, lubricated by her love juices.
My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I comfortably enjoyed the exciting stimulation my daughter brought me. As time passed, my daughter's breathing grew heavier, and her movements became increasingly weak.
Looking at her pale body glistening with sweat, and then at the white fluid flowing between our joined bodies, I felt a rush of heat to my head. I stared at her, my hands gripping her slender waist, and thrust my hips forcefully.
"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation occurred, my throbbing penis ejaculating into her body…
Time flies. My daughter has been in university for a month now. Xiaoye's university is still in N city, but it's quite far from home. When school started, she insisted on living in the dorms, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her university so she could be more comfortable.
But what's so good about living in a dorm? There are so many people there, things are messy, and everyone disturbs each other. Although I knew all this in my heart and tried to persuade her, my daughter was determined to do as she pleased, and as her father, I had no choice but to agree.
My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. To be honest, in the past eighteen years, she has never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiaoye first started school, I didn't see her for five days in a row, and as a homebody, I really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I will see my daughter tonight. I am really looking forward to it.
Recently, due to the company's expansion, Qian Han and I have rented another floor for office use. Qian Han plans to hire a few more new people. Now that there is more business, he thinks that we should each have a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none of them are suitable.
I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!"
"Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."
"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han had assigned me this job; it was practically torture.
Qian Han's standards were incredibly high—both a degree and a good figure were required. Tough!
"Manager Lu, hello!" The woman greeted me with a smile.
"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, you're being silly. Why are you here so early today? And you even came straight to the company?"
"My teacher asked for leave today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."
"Really?" I smiled and tidied up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.
"Hmm, so impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."
I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my current office?"
"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm room. This sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian must have had it decorated for you, right?"
"It's nice." I was too lazy to think about these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a big renovation, I just nodded and let him take care of everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is much more knowledgeable than me.
"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."
"Hehe, it was just for fun. I originally came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the clerk asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he was going to ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"
"Hehe, yes. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be too busy."
The daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you going to hire a pretty female secretary?"
Looking at her, it seemed like she was about to throw a tantrum. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said we should hire a pretty and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.
"An excuse..." my daughter pouted. "What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it. Otherwise, why would that staff member have brought me to your office?"
"Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he's in charge of the renovations and all that, so I'll be in charge of hiring, so I won't slack off." I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. "I have your mom and you, that's enough. You're so jealous for no reason."
My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. "Did you miss me?"
"I missed you so much."
Xiao Ye reached out her hand to my waist and pulled out her belt. I quickly grabbed her hand. "Xiao Ye, stop fooling around. We're in the office."
"No! Didn't you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Daddy here." My daughter looked up at me and pouted. "It's more exciting in your office. Besides, Mommy has never done it with you in the office. I'm going to be the first this time." Women, once they go crazy, they'll do anything outrageous. Facing this little vixen in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
"Hey, Xiaoye, the sofas here are for guests. They're not hygienic. It's much better to do it at home."
"No, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing my daughter's lewd and awe-inspiring appearance, I shook my head helplessly.
My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.
My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At this moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her white, tender buttocks were slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly protruding, presenting a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's inner desire for domination, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature, "female dog," came to mind.
"Little Ye, you look just like a cute little puppy right now." I gently patted her buttocks; the fleshy, smooth, and soft feel was irresistible.
My daughter stopped what she was doing. "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, which is different from Ah Ning. But the two different styles have brought me a lot of sexual interest.
"Yes, it is hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut."
I patted her pert buttocks again and lifted her chin with my right hand.
"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, I'm asking you, do you prefer to make love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, and don't lie to me."
This girl! It seems that women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiao Ye, don't be silly. You know this is a difficult question for Dad to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.
"No, tell me! Or I'll ask you in front of Mom when we get home."
"I can't do anything with you. I'll ask you, which do you like more, Dad or Mom? No matter what you answer, the one you're abandoning will definitely be heartbroken. You and your mom are both the loves of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there's an answer, it's definitely that I like them both." "
You're so annoying!" the daughter pouted again. "I like Dad more. Between them, there's definitely one I like more."
"My dear child, how heartbroken your mother would be if she heard you say that. When we make love, you're more open and passionate, while your mother, even though we've been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you."
I picked up my daughter and let her sit in my lap. I said this with a serious expression. After all, my wife and daughter are both my beloved ones, and I don't want to favor one over the other or hurt either of them.
"I've spent more time with you, from when I was little until now. Dad has been by my side more, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have."
"Silly child, don't think like that. You and your mother are equally important to me. Even if my attitude towards you is sometimes different, it's because your mother is my wife, and you are my daughter."
My daughter grasped my penis and slowly inserted it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: "Now I'm your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn't you love me even more, Dad?"
"Nonsense!" I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. "Be careful, what if you fall?"
"Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won't ask anymore, I knew you'd say that, it's pointless to ask anyway." My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and wiggled her little bottom up and down.
Before long, a layer of fine sweat appeared on Xiaoye's crystal-clear skin, and she said breathlessly, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."
I slid my body down a bit, moved my hands to her buttocks, "You better hold on tight, don't really fall."
I used my hands to push, moving up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from the head of my penis down my body, a tingling sensation ran down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed up.
My daughter's vagina is truly a masterpiece, warm and tight, the constantly writhing vaginal muscles inside acting like a massage machine, incessantly rubbing against my genitals. Silky strands of vaginal fluid overflow from our point of contact, each thrust creating a layer of fine foam; my daughter is truly made of water.
"Ugh... Dad... so good." My daughter's body arched back in excitement, her pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appearing before my eyes.
I held her soft buttocks with one hand, my other palm pressing against her nipples, the erect red cherries sliding back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of fine sweat, the slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.
Sweat poured down her face, beads of sweat forming at her temples. "Dad, I can't go on, let's change positions." I picked her up, disregarding hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa.
I bent one leg, pulling her long, slender legs across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still clad in white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl was now displaying a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and bewildering to desire.
I held her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh over with the other, thrusting wildly.
Her pink vulva flushed red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed to one side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, her breasts heaving violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, the full flesh trembling all around.
"Oh...Daddy...Daddy, kiss me," my daughter murmured, her starry eyes slightly closed. She brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.
I slowed my movements, bent down, and picked her up. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, passionately entwined. My daughter's legs straddled my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.
"Waaah...Daddy...carry me, carry me to your desk," my daughter whimpered, sweat clinging to her hair, contrasting with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.
I swept the documents off the table and gently set my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly appeared on the surface, and the fluid from our joined bodies pooled there.
My daughter pushed me away, leaned over the table, and her little hands groped for my still-erect penis. *Pfft!* A gush of fluid spurted out, and the warm, wet, tight, stimulating sensation returned to my glans. "Dad, harder," my daughter said, squeezing her legs together. A series
of sharp impacts rang out, and my daughter's white buttocks were bruised and bleeding. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, revealing her brown anus, which was about to bloom. I reached out and rubbed it, and my daughter moaned contentedly, looking every bit the slut.
Thinking about her first night, A Ning specially decorated the room. She bought several pink lamps to decorate her daughter's bedroom erotically. That day, my daughter was lying shyly on the bed. When I walked into the room and lifted the quilt off her body, she closed her eyes tightly in shyness. The girl's beautiful body stood upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing more pliable due to tension.
Looking around, I can see that my daughter's exquisite body is uneven, her white jade-like breasts stand high, the deep valley is glowing with the color of snow, the top of the mountain is dotted with a circle of pink, and the beautiful pink balls are slightly protruding into the air.
Below, the land stretched out flat, with a grassy hill rising at the edge. Fine pubic hair curled slightly, and two grooves ran across her white flesh, meeting at that sacred valley.
A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out so starkly against her jade-like skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, and two incredibly tender pink lips formed a jade-like slit, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my mind—this was my daughter's treasure.
My daughter, still stiff and bashful, obediently let me do as I pleased. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her bright eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hands, but a sliver of skin remained between her fingers, her sparkling eyes still meeting mine.
I smiled inwardly. It's the first time, everyone's shy, but my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, parted her hands, and sought her fragrant lips, my tongue plunging into her mouth.
Scratching her saliva, I deliberately feigned eagerness, greedily savoring her fluids, while my hands continuously stroked her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere.
My daughter responded passionately to my kiss, her little hands beginning to wander over my body intermittently. Wherever her delicate hands touched, I felt a warm sensation.
"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." she cried, pulling away from my lips and gasping for air. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and clung to me again, swallowing my saliva as if unwilling to give up.
My arms, which had been tightly wrapped around her, gradually loosened. I had been so intoxicated, the deep love welling up inside me wanting to bind us together, that I had forgotten the limits of what my daughter could endure.
My daughter was lost in a passionate kiss, but I, with my mind clear, was not satisfied. Already immersed in the pleasures of love, I had long since cast aside any taboos between father and daughter.
I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet resilient—truly the flesh of youth! My thumb lightly teased her nipples, feeling them harden.
The body in my arms trembled slightly, and the woman in the midst of the passionate kiss moaned softly. Suddenly, Xiao Ye pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it feels so swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."
"If you want to moan, just moan, don't hold it in," I comforted her with a smile, my hand already reaching between her legs.
Suddenly invaded by a foreign object, my daughter reflexively closed her legs tightly, trapping my hand between them. However, after a moment, her legs loosened. Xiaoye crossed one leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand.
Her untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my touch, indicating that my daughter was also a woman with abundant vaginal lubrication. The slippery nectar covered my fingers, and my index finger, which had been wandering around the outer edge, easily found my daughter's entrance thanks to the lubrication. With a slight probe, half a knuckle was inserted.
"Oh... Dad..." my daughter moaned, her hot, delicate body constantly twisting. I was afraid she would hurt her slender waist.
At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, which elicited another flutter in my daughter's heart. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.
"Xiaoye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I'm going in." I sat up, stroking her jade-like cheeks. I raised my penis, aimed it at her tender little hole, and rubbed it up and down along the crevice a couple of times.
My daughter's body trembled continuously. "Dad, I heard that the first time is very painful, can you be gentle?"
"Yes, it's always like this for the first time, Daddy will be gentle." I pulled a clean white towel from the bedside and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time is always something to remember, and she specially went to the store to pick out a high-quality one.
Spreading my daughter's jade-like legs as wide as possible, I pressed down on her hip bones, aimed at her opening, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore apart the symbol of my daughter's girlhood, reaching straight to her core.
Xiaoye gripped the sheets tightly, her rosy face gradually turning pale, her temples drenched in sweat. I stopped what I was doing, gently lay down on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiaoye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be alright in a little while."
"You're lying, it hurts so much! Daddy, you're so mean, you promised to be gentle!" My daughter protested, pounding my chest, her face streaked with tears.
"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's fragrant lips. My wife had done the same the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt as if I had returned to that first time.
I grasped my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I was no longer moving below, my daughter gradually cooperated, kissing me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.
"Feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft vulva, licking away her tear stains, and asked as softly as possible.
"Hmm, a strange feeling, a swelling."
I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing that I had stopped, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.
The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable for me, a completely different feeling from my wife. The thought that the woman beneath me, yielding to pleasure, was my own daughter intensified the stimulation in my lower body.
It felt like there was a suction force in my daughter's vagina; the warm vaginal flesh enveloped my penis, constantly writhing, a numbing and pleasurable sensation spreading from the glans throughout my body. I paused, took a deep breath, and looked at our point of union.
Every time I made love to my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our souls and bodies, feeling that tightness. Looking at the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the depths of my heart. At this moment, my frenzied passion gradually calmed down. I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping that my love could reach her.
A woman's first time is always so delicate, so pitiful. A broken flower cannot withstand a storm. I moved gently, but even so, my daughter's tight, warm vagina and the stimulation of incest quickly made me ejaculate.
Gushing fluids flowed onto the handkerchief as I withdrew, milky white with a few streaks of blood, painting a picture of love.
"Dad? What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?" My daughter's voice was impatient, and her white buttocks began to thrust back on their own.
"Heh, I remember the first time we came here. Xiao Ye wasn't like this back then. You were shyly closing your eyes and letting me do whatever I wanted, but now you're so passionate and proactive." As I spoke, I moved a few times more forcefully, and my daughter's humming music rose and fell again.
Xiao Ye didn't reply, immersed in the bliss of our intertwined bodies. Egg-white-like love fluid kept seeping from her warm vaginal cavity, covering our point of contact with each thrust of my lower body. My daughter's slightly curly pubic hair was wet and twisted together. I reached out and grabbed it, and a mound of pubic hair formed in my hand.
"Oh, Dad... I'm almost there... almost... oh..." Xiao Ye sighed, her body convulsing a few times as she lay panting on the table, her little hands unconsciously groping around on the surface.
I gently patted my daughter's buttocks, pulled out my glistening penis, wiped it on her bottom, and gently picked her up.
After a while, my daughter stood up from my arms, stretched, and said, "Dad, where are the tissues? I need to wipe myself."
I pointed to the counter next to me, and my daughter made a face at me before walking over there naked. Luckily, the curtains in my office were drawn, otherwise...
After finishing tidying up, I pulled back the curtains and opened the window. The room reeked of lewdness; if my subordinates or Qian Han had come in, things would have been in trouble.
"Dad, treat me to lunch today." My daughter hugged me from behind, putting her arms around my neck.
"Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Hmm... let's go to that restaurant, Champagne."
I checked my watch; it was already past 11 a.m. I nodded, waited for the smell in the room to dissipate, closed the windows, gave my subordinates a few instructions, and left the company.
The new company wasn't far from home, only a ten-minute walk, and the Champagne restaurant that Xiao Ye wanted to go to was just between the company and home. Xiao Ye and I were regulars there, and soon, the dishes my daughter liked were served.
"Hehe~ Dad's so nice, he ordered all my favorites." Xiao Ye giggled, her chopsticks flying across the table.
"Slow down, look at you, you have no ladylike manners at all, you eat like a little pig." I chuckled as I watched her. My daughter looked so adorable; in my eyes, she was a child who would never grow up.
"Hehe, it's because you ordered so much of my favorite food. The food in the school cafeteria is bad, I don't like it, so now that there's good food, I naturally want to eat more."
"Don't rush, eat slowly." Although I had done a lot of exercise this morning, I wasn't very hungry. Slowly sipping my red wine and watching my daughter eat was a pleasure.
"Dad... I... am I eating very badly?" My daughter put down her chopsticks and looked at me with bright eyes.
"Hehe, you look pretty good."
"Nonsense, otherwise why are you staring at me with that weird smile, just sitting there sipping red wine and not eating!" Xiao Ye stuck out her tongue.
"I'm not hungry. I only stared at you because you look so cute eating." I moved my chopsticks and picked up a piece of food.
"I can't eat anymore because you keep staring at me."
"Okay, I won't stare at you anymore. Who told you to be so pretty and charming!" Although I'm older, I still like to flirt with her occasionally. That warm feeling warms my heart and makes me feel intoxicated.
I'm familiar with everything in the store. There's nothing interesting there. My eyes wandered around and finally settled on a waiter in front of the lobby. The waitress was probably not much older than Xiao Ye, and quite pretty. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiao Ye in my mind.
I watched her from a distance; the waitress, of course, had no idea I was admiring her beauty. However… soon a sharp scolding voice rang out: “Dad!” When I looked away from my daughter, she muttered softly, “Dad is such a lecher.”
“Nonsense!” I said in a low voice, “Eat, eat.”
“I’m not eating anymore, I’m full.” The little girl put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.
"So fast?"
"What? You were so busy looking at that waitress that you didn't realize how much time had passed." Xiao Ye pouted. "Let's go, or we'll be completely captivated by her."
"..." I was silent for a moment. Ever since my relationship with my daughter began, she'd acted like my little wife, controlling me even more than A Ning. However, she spoke like a daughter one moment and a wife the next; I really didn't know how she managed to play both roles so well.
Not long after we left the hotel, my daughter took my hand and we walked happily down the sidewalk. The city of N in October still retained some of the lingering heat of summer. A breeze blew, causing Xiaoye's hair and dress to flutter gently in the air. A rosy blush graced her delicate face, and the beads of sweat on her forehead glistened. A fleeting smile as she turned her head captivated me. I silently rubbed my daughter's small hands, quietly walking alongside her…
When I got home, I was surprised to find my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Xiao Ye came in and ran excitedly towards her, jumping into her arms. My wife smiled and patted Xiao Ye's back, pulling her into her embrace.
"So early today? Why are you back with your dad?"
"Hehe, I didn't have class today, so I came home early. Mom, you didn't go to work today?"
"Um..." my wife responded. After a while, she smiled at me and calmly said, "Lao Lu, I quit my job."
"What?" The little girl jumped up from the sofa. A Ning smiled, pressed Xiao Ye down, and repeated herself.
I sat down on the other side of my wife and took her hand. "What happened? Did something upset you?"
"Yeah, I had a conflict with the new manager. I wrote my resignation letter yesterday, handed it in this morning, and came back. Now I feel so relieved. Are you happy?" My wife didn't look down at all. She smiled and said to me with a playful, girlish expression.
We're well-off, and I didn't really want Aning to work so hard. She's too responsible and often gets overwhelmed with work. I've tried to persuade her many times, but she just wouldn't listen, so I eventually let her be.
"Hey, happy? What kind of conflict happened?" I know my wife values her job a lot, and now that she's given it up, it must have been a big problem. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure her smile was genuine.
"Don't look, I'm fine," my wife reassured me as if by telepathy. "Actually, it's nothing serious, that manager..." My wife glanced at our daughter, hesitating to speak.
"Mom, you're doing this again!" The daughter pouted and stood up. "I'm not a child anymore. You don't tell me anything. Okay, I'll go inside first. Call me when you've finished talking."
The wife smiled gently and took the daughter's hand. "Xiao Ye, sit down. You can listen if you want. Actually, it's nothing. After that manager came to our department, he harassed me every few days, inviting me to dinner and giving me gifts. It was very annoying, and I couldn't avoid him, so I had to quit." At the end, the wife looked into my eyes with a smile, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now?"
Although the wife is nearly forty years old, she takes good care of herself and looks like she is only thirty. When she wears a business suit, the elegance she exudes in every gesture is even more admirable. It's normal for someone as charming as her to attract other men.
Looking at my wife, a warm feeling rose in my heart. A few years ago, I was inexplicably jealous because of her suitors, and we even had a cold war for several days. Afterwards, she said I was like a child.
Actually, ever since that incident, I haven't wanted my wife to continue working. The reason, of course, is that work is tiring and makes people age faster, but privately we both know that it was my possessiveness that was acting up.
The world is becoming more and more open, but people's hearts are becoming more and more unpredictable, and there are more and more variables. I don't want our current harmonious and happy family to be destroyed. This is a high-sounding reason, but no matter what, there is definitely selfishness involved, and I have never hidden it.
Once, my wife asked me, "What would I do if she betrayed me?" I remained silent, simply holding her hands and staring intently at her. After a long while, my wife smiled and explained that it was just a question. She said she had read a book and wanted to understand my thoughts.
At that moment, my mind was in turmoil; I had no idea how to answer her. Even the hypothetical situation was causing me excruciating pain. Later, I calmly replied that if she betrayed me, I would raise our daughter on my own.
My wife then asked what I would do if she only betrayed me once. I said the same answer. Actually, at that moment, I didn't even consider it further. The phrase "better a short pain than a long one" kept flashing through my mind.
As a result, my wife climbed on top of me, pinched me hard, and said that I was heartless and couldn't tolerate even one mistake from my wife. Seeing her playful expression, my heart, which had been in my throat, finally calmed down.
Then I asked her what would happen if I had an affair, and I ended up with another red mark on my body. My wife pressed her face against my chest and said retaliatoryly that she would take the same measures as me.
Now that I think about it, being with my daughter was also a betrayal of her, except that she promised it and even encouraged it at the time.
"Mom, I went to Dad's place today and found out they're hiring someone new. Since you quit your job, why don't you go work for Dad as his secretary? That way, Dad won't have to find a pretty female secretary." My daughter shook Ah Ning's arm, and at the end, she pouted and glared at me defiantly.
"Hehe, really? Look how jealous you are. Don't worry, your dad isn't that kind of philanderer." My wife smiled and tapped my daughter's forehead, looking at her with a smile, then at me.
"Who said that? Dad was staring at a waitress the whole time we were having lunch today, he almost fell for her." My daughter's face changed instantly, her pouty lips turning into a smile.
This girl! So precocious! I thought to myself. Although her smile made her seem like she was joking, I knew she was trying to put pressure on me through my wife.
"Really?" My wife, still smiling, turned to me and said, "Lu, really?"
Seeing the smile in her eyes, I somehow sensed a hint of sadness deep within them. "Hey, I saw she wouldn't let me see her, so I had to look at someone else. By the way, Xiaoye's suggestion is pretty good too. If you're willing, come help me. I know you don't like being idle, so coming over will give you something to do, and with you watching over things, Xiaoye will feel at ease." I answered casually, a smile naturally on my face, but...
deep down, I felt a chill. While my words came from the heart, they were also an avoidance of my wife's question.
Ever since I had a relationship with Xiaoye, I've always felt guilty towards my wife. After all, I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first. Just a moment ago, the look in my wife's eyes made me extremely uneasy. Perhaps I was being overly sensitive, but I had a bad feeling.
"Okay, since you're willing, I'll be your secretary." It was still a smile, still that calm face. I suddenly stood up, took my wife's hand, and said, "Come with me for a moment." Then I turned to my daughter and said, "Xiao Ye, your mother and I have something to discuss. You can watch TV for a while."
Back in the bedroom, I locked the door, leaned against the bed, and asked anxiously, "A Ning, what happened? You suddenly resigned without telling me beforehand. Don't tell me it's nothing. We've been married for so many years; I can tell you're troubled."
"It's nothing, really nothing." My wife sat down beside me, grasped my hand in her delicate grip, and nestled obediently into my arms.
I looked into her eyes; her gaze was somewhat flustered, and she quickly lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. For no apparent reason, a pang of sadness welled up inside me. "A-Ning, I love you. No matter what happens, I will still love you as before."
I gently lifted her head with my hand. "Even if you made a mistake."
A-Ning glared at me, and just like she did more than ten years ago, she twisted my arm hard. "Stop overthinking! What mistake did I make?"
"What exactly happened? Tell me, my dear wife. You weren't like this before. You would tell me everything that was on your mind. This time you didn't say anything, and the reason for your resignation was related to that kind of thing, of course I would overthink. Tell me quickly, or I'll get anxious."
"I already said it's nothing, don't guess." My wife remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal any information.
I let go of her, grabbed a mattress, put it behind my back, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed: "You can't hide it from me. There was sadness in your eyes when you spoke to me in the living room just now, and now you're avoiding my gaze. Your tone is so calm it's chilling. And you still say nothing's wrong? I won't force you if you don't want to talk about it. I just don't want you to feel wronged or suffer alone."
"Old Lu, how old are you? Still acting like a child, always sulking when you're unhappy. Actually, nothing's wrong. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me."
"Hey, spending so much time with our daughter has picked up some childlike habits. Tell me, what happened? Why are you making fun of me again?"
I hugged my wife and stroked her hair. I love seeing women with long, flowing hair, so my wife always takes off her hair clips when she's home. Her shiny black hair, combined with her well-maintained figure, makes her look no more than thirty, mature yet alluring, incredibly attractive.
"Actually, cough... actually, I'm a little jealous of our daughter." A-Ning gave a hesitant hum. I looked at her; a blush spread across her fair face.
"What do you mean?"
My wife playfully punched me. "Are you forcing me to explain? It's so embarrassing. Ever since you and Xiaoye got together, although you still care about me as much as before, you've been less attentive. Today you came home with Xiaoye again, and I could tell you two had another passionate encounter. I know that before, she was just your daughter, but now it's different. She's your little wife, just like Xiaoye said." "
A person's time is limited. You spend more time with her, so naturally you spend less time with me. Over time, I'm bound to feel uneasy. Although she's my daughter, and as her mother, I shouldn't be jealous, I'm a woman, and naturally, I can be a little temperamental sometimes."
"I was already feeling a bit down about quitting my job today, and seeing you two come back so affectionately made me even more upset. I tried my best to hide it, but you still found out. I just didn't expect you to think of it that way, really! Now you're forcing me to talk about it, it's just... sigh, I won't say anymore."
Hearing my wife's words, I felt a little lost. This was really difficult to handle. Although my wife had verbally agreed to and even encouraged my relationship with Xiaoye, it seems that she still has a scar on her heart.
I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first, and I've always felt guilty about it. I always try my best to consider my wife's feelings, and I thought I was doing a good job, but now I realize that I haven't done enough. A person's energy and time are limited; if you give them to one thing, you'll naturally have less for another.
I sighed heavily and kissed my wife's forehead. "Ah Ning, I'm sorry."
"Look at you! What are you saying? I promised you back then, you did nothing wrong." My wife is always so understanding, kind, and gentle. My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and I silently tightened my arms around her.
"Didn't you always want to know why I agreed to your proposal back then? Now I'll tell you. Ever since Xiaoye was born, you've basically taken care of her every need. Your daughter and you are very close; I guess she only has eyes for you, not for me. To be honest, I've been a bit negligent as a mother. I was too focused on my career back then. Now I realize that those are all illusions—my own abilities, other people's respect—none of them can compare to the bond between family members."
"When my daughter came to me about this the other day, she said you had already agreed and just wanted my opinion. I could tell you were pressured by her but didn't want to hurt her feelings. I can't guess the exact details, but that's definitely what happened: you wanted to pass this hot potato to me."
"But she's your daughter, and she's my daughter too. Although I haven't spent much time taking care of her, I understand her personality, and as a woman myself, I probably understand some of her feelings even better than you do. Seeing that expectant look on her face, do you think I would be so heartless as to refuse? I know this is incest, and I know you want me to refuse, but I can't."
"As for incest, I suppose you know we've discussed it together. Like you, I don't have much of a problem with it. If we truly love each other, as long as we don't have children, what does it matter?"
"You couldn't bear to refuse her, and neither could I. Although I felt strange and a little sad, I still agreed to her request. She was very happy. Watching her excitedly run up to me, hug and kiss me, calling me 'good mom,' and saying things like 'mom is the best,' I felt both happy and sad for myself."
"One is my daughter, the other is my husband, both are the people I love most. Afterwards, I still felt a pang of sadness. It was my own daughter who took my husband away, and I had to force a smile and help you decorate your new house. It's ironic! But every time I see my daughter's happy expression, I feel happy too. I don't regret making that decision. As for whether it was right or wrong, neither of us can say for sure."
At this point, my wife looked at me with some resentment: "It's all your fault for being too good, making our daughter fall in love with you!"
"Sigh..." I sighed deeply. What could I say after hearing my wife's words? A person can't be in two places at once, and what's done can't be undone. It's all too late for regrets now.
"But don't worry, I only feel a little jealous of our daughter sometimes. Lao Lu, am I getting old? Lately, I always feel like I'm getting uglier and uglier."
"Nonsense. If you were ugly, why would you quit your job? I think my wife is getting prettier and prettier." "
Hmm, then it seems like Xiao Ye is putting pressure on me. She's young and lively, a vibrant young woman. I can't compare to her." There was a hint of self-deprecation in his wife's tone.
I quickly kissed her to comfort her, saying, "Don't overthink it. In my eyes, you'll always be so beautiful."
"By the way, don't you feel like we don't spend enough time together? Xiao Ye's suggestion is good. You can help me, that way we can be together every day." "
Is that okay?"
"Of course!" I knew my wife was worried it would affect my work. When Qian Han and I established the company rules, we made it clear that neither of us would use the company for personal gain or bring our relatives into it. But Qian Han knew my wife was capable, and he had tried many times to persuade her to work for us, but she had always politely declined. Now that she's coming to work, I think he definitely won't have any objections.
My wife smiled slightly. "Okay, but you're not allowed to tell our daughter what happened today, or it'll be so embarrassing."
"Hehe, I won't tell. You two are like two peas in a pod. The daughter is jealous of her mother, and the mother is jealous of her daughter."
"What? Xiao Ye too...?" Seeing my wife's questioning look, I nodded and told her about what happened to Xiao Ye this morning. Unexpectedly, my wife smiled sweetly: "Then if I go to help you, won't I be so envious of her?"
Hearing my wife's playful words, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. The deep love that the mother and daughter had for me made me feel like I was soaring to the clouds.
"Hehe, what's there to envy? You two..." I pinched my wife's cheek. At this moment, she looked like a young girl, smiling happily.
"Lao Lu, let me ask you, is making love with our daughter more pleasurable than with me?" My wife suddenly asked this question, leaving me speechless. This mother and daughter! I'm so happy yet helpless.
Seeing my silence, my wife continued, "Our daughter is young, and she's tighter down there than me. You must like her."
Sigh, women... I quickly interrupted her, "I like both of you. You've had a child, after all. Although you're not as tight as her down there, it's still a unique experience." Then, I told her my evaluation of the two of them that morning, which made my wife chuckle.
My wife snorted, "Still so sweet-talking. By the way, aren't you two being careful? Making a scene like this in the office, what if someone finds out?"
"It's okay, the door was locked, the soundproofing is great, the windows were closed, and I cleaned up all the traces afterwards," I quickly explained, afraid my wife would worry.
Seeing that the issue was resolved, I pulled my wife back to the living room. Leaving our daughter behind for so long, I couldn't handle her throwing another tantrum.
Seeing us, our daughter stuck out her tongue, my wife beamed, and our daughter chuckled, sandwiching me between them on the sofa. Little Ye was very well-behaved; she didn't ask anything, and I think she could tell that our matter was completely resolved.
"Let's go out for dinner tonight, it's on me, to celebrate my beautiful wife working with me," I said with a grin, my arms around Ah Ning on my left and Xiao Ye on my right.
My wife and daughter naturally had no objections and happily agreed. When my daughter heard that my wife was going to work for me, she deliberately let out a long sigh and patted her chest, teasingly saying, "Now that Mom's watching over you, I can relax." This caused my wife and me to burst into laughter, and then Xiao Ye couldn't help but lean against my chest and giggle too.
That evening, the mother and daughter dressed up specially. My wife, on my suggestion, wore a new beige suit that showed off her slender figure; my daughter wore a white dress and looked like an angel who had just descended to earth.
Although the food for dinner was exquisite, with two such beautiful women in front of me, my mind was not on the food. The meal was very pleasant. Before leaving, my daughter pointed to the waitress I had been staring at at lunchtime and teased me, "Mom, that's the woman who made Dad lose his mind." I tapped her forehead, and the family left the hotel laughing.
Back home, my wife was about to take off her high heels when I scooped her up and ran to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. My wife blushed and protested in a low voice, "What are you doing? Xiao Ye is right there!"
I knew, of course, that Xiao Ye was with us. We'd had our fun together several times already, but my wife was still so reserved.
Before I could even speak, my daughter's voice rang out: "Daddy's being unfair! He hugs Mommy but not me!" My wife chuckled and nagged, "Xiao Ye's jealous. Go comfort her."
Two women—I'm enjoying the best of both worlds, but this bliss isn't so easy to savor. I had no choice but to stand up and hug my daughter again. Mother and daughter sat side by side on the edge of the bed, one side adorned with delicate daffodils, the other with ripe roses.
My daughter's legs were bare; I slightly lifted her ruffled skirt, pressing it against her thighs. Her smooth, delicate skin was flawless, and her slender ankles connected to her petite breasts. The girl took off her socks so quickly after entering, her bare legs dangling playfully.
In contrast, my wife, in a beige suit skirt, revealed her knees after sitting down, wearing black stockings and black high heels, creating a striking contrast with the expanse of white skin beside her. My wife
's thighs were together, her calves slightly apart, exuding elegance and poise. The two of them, one in motion and one still, complemented each other harmoniously, making me marvel at the wonders of creation.
"What are you daydreaming about?" my wife asked with a charming smile. My daughter chimed in, "Yeah, Dad, what are you doing?"
I sat there, lost in thought, on the carpet, one hand caressing my daughter's legs, the other my wife's stockings. One hand held the supple, youthful flesh, the other the soft, delicate flesh of a mature woman. Looking up, both of them were gazing at each other with tender affection, their allure irresistible.
"Haven't you had enough?" My wife shifted her legs, her seductive expression enough to drive any man crazy. I reached up, squatted down, and slipped my hand deep into my wife's skirt, grabbing her stockings and yanking them down hard.
A crisp tearing sound rang out as my wife gently punched me with her delicate hand, exclaiming, "What are you doing? You've torn my stockings! You really don't know how to cherish things!" My daughter, laughing beside me, called me a lecherous old man, more impatient than a monkey.
I had ripped the black stockings down to her ankles, leaving several red marks on her fair, smooth thighs. My wife's skin was delicate; even a light press would leave a red mark, and these rough tugs made them stand out even more against her white skin.
"Does it hurt?" I asked tenderly, touching the red marks, my hand gradually moving towards that hidden depth.
"You're so naughty!" My wife slapped my hand, stood up, and straightened her clothes. "Okay, stop it. Look at the state I look in. I'm going to take a shower."
One of her legs was as white as snow, and the other was as black as charcoal. A silk scarf was wrapped around her white ankle, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped in her skirt, the beautiful curves of which were enough to make anyone's mind wander.
I leaned close to Ah Ning's ear and whispered something. My wife blushed and muttered, "Always thinking about bad things." Then she turned to leave.
"Mom, I'll shower with you." My daughter jumped up from the bed, took my wife's hand, and walked out. As she left, she turned back and gave me a flirtatious wink.
I went downstairs to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then returned to bed, waiting for the mother and daughter to finish their bath.
Thinking of what I had just said to my wife, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.
A short while later, the mother and daughter came in, smiling and wearing their pajamas. Their skin was flushed after the bath, and their wet hair was loose over their shoulders, giving off a fresh fragrance.
"Come sit down," I said, patting the sides of the bed. Since my relationship with Xiaoye began, I had changed the bed to make it easier to have sex; now there's room for all three of us to sleep on it.
I was covered by a thin blanket, and underneath, everything was bare. Seeing the two beauties fresh from their bath, I knew my erections were already standing tall, a bulge forming on their lower bodies. The mother and daughter clearly saw it. Their eyes were fixed on the bulge; my wife covered her mouth and chuckled, while my daughter gave me a tongue-out smile.
"Alright, stop laughing. Seeing you two like this and not getting any response, it must be something's wrong with me. Come lie down next to me."
I closed my eyes, focusing on savoring the women's fragrance in the air. I heard a soft rustling of clothes being undressed, and soon two smooth bodies were beside me. I reached out and touched both sides, immediately recognizing my wife on the left and my daughter on the right.
I crouched down, my left hand reaching behind Ah Ning, groping for my wife's anus. My index finger probed lightly, poking her backside, and I chuckled softly, "Is it clean here?"
"Ugh," my wife muttered under her breath.
My daughter, however, couldn't resist climbing her legs onto mine. "What do you mean, 'clean'? What are you whispering about?"
"Hehe, I'll tell you." I whispered in my daughter's ear, but my wife grabbed my hand. "Don't tell Xiao Ye, it's so embarrassing."
"What's there to be afraid of? We'll do it anyway." After whispering a few words in my daughter's ear, she looked bewildered, while my wife buried her face in my chest in embarrassment. I took the opportunity to roll over and pull her into my arms.
Sex is an art. If sex is like a painting, then flirting is an indispensable brush. Every woman has different erogenous zones. If you find them, you can make her lose control of her emotions and enjoy pleasurable pleasure even before the actual act.
After twenty years of marriage, I know every part of Ah Ning's body so well. I kiss her, gently caress her armpits, and my wife trembles under my touch.
Her hot body, rapid breathing, dreamy starry eyes, and beautiful cheeks have ignited my desire in my wife. She keeps rubbing her jade-like legs together, moaning urgently, "Lu... hurry... give it to me."
My wife presses tightly against me, her soft breasts pressing against me, like a sandwich with creamy flesh overflowing in the middle. I kept kissing my wife, her rosy lips glistening with desire, slightly parted, exhaling fragrant breaths between her pearly teeth.
Suddenly, music started playing, like a downpour. I muttered, "Who is it? Really, a call at this hour." My wife clung to me, her face flushed, while my daughter nestled close to my other side, both looking at me with tender eyes as I picked up my phone.
I glanced at the number; it was Qian Han. I started chatting with him, casually mentioning that my wife wanted to work near me. Having finished our business, I didn't waste any more time on him, quickly hanging up and returning to my own tender embrace.
A few minutes of phone calls brought me back to my old self, and the arousal I had just experienced had to be rekindled. Fortunately, with a beautiful woman in my arms, it wasn't difficult to regain my sexual excitement.
I grasped my wife's breasts, gently kneading them. Although she was well-maintained, her age was undeniable; their firmness wasn't quite what a young girl's, but the flesh was soft and delicate, like dough in my hands. The rosy nipples adorned her breasts, making me want to suckle them.
My wife's hands reached down to my crotch, gently stroking my penis, trying to restore its majestic appearance. My daughter was behind me; the little girl was quite obedient, her breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing up and down.
Love filled the air; at that moment, I felt as if I were immersed in a thousand-year-old wine cellar, even experiencing a drowsy feeling. Damn the phone call! I quickly focused my mind, coordinating with my wife's delicate hands. The visual stimulation and sensory awareness finally awakened it.
I sat up and turned to face my wife, who obediently revealed her vulva. The petals were slightly open, the tender red glistening with moisture; touching it, it was incredibly smooth.
My wife had sparse pubic hair, only a few strands clinging to the smooth white skin outside the petals. The red edges were tinged with black, showing the weariness of maturity, but the inner part remained as rosy as a fresh flower, undiminished in beauty.
"Haven't you seen enough after all these years? Hurry up," my wife said coquettishly, but her words were filled with joy, and her face beamed with happiness.
"Can't wait?" I chuckled, leaning forward, my penis easily entering the battlefield of twenty years.
"Mmm..." My wife moaned with pleasure, her chest arching slightly—what a sensitive body.
After a couple of quick thrusts, I paused at the entrance, gently grinding, then plunged in all the way. After a few times, my wife was moaning softly, even involuntarily lifting her buttocks towards me each time I paused.
With our daughter beside her, my wife was too shy to speak, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide, hinting that I shouldn't torture her like this. Actually, my wife and I both knew that this method was the most effective at stimulating pleasure. The desire was so close, yet we couldn't enjoy it comfortably; this very feeling made each penetration even more intense.
My wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her jade-like hands gripping my wrists and squeezing hard. I had no choice but to thrust quickly.
Her peach-like vulva seemed to have been squeezed open, overflowing with juice. If it weren't for its stickiness, each thrust would have splattered with juice. Even so, the point where we were joined was already sticky. Truly, she was a woman made of water.
Ah Ning's body twisted violently a few times, her chest rising before she landed heavily on the bed, her skin flushing like the sunset. Suddenly, juices overflowed from her chrysanthemum-like passage. I quickly withdrew, guiding the love juices deeper into her anus.
After her climax, my wife lay weakly on the bed. I rolled her over, bending her legs. Her folded vulva trembled incessantly, and a pool of love juice had already gathered in the small indentation.
My daughter watched curiously, and at my direction, helped me hold my wife's body still. Oh… I penetrated her tight anus, the vaginal muscles in her rectum constantly writhing, expelling the invading foreign object.
So tight, so hot…
my wife moaned, clutching the pillowcase with both hands, her breasts swaying wildly. The greatest pleasure of anal sex is the sense of conquest, the satisfaction of a woman's wholehearted offering. Coupled with my wife's submissive posture, as a man, my desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.
I had already experienced immense pleasure within her jade orifice, and it was only by suppressing my urges that I didn't ejaculate. Now, with the visual impact and sensory stimulation, I released my pent-up desire and ejaculated with unrestrained ecstasy.
Her red anus opened and closed, and the sticky, yet not viscous, semen slowly overflowed—a scene of eroticism and passion…
"Dad, I want some too…" Before I could even recover, my daughter's jade-like arms wrapped around my shoulders. Ah, the bittersweet happiness, the helpless happiness—at this rate, I'll die on their bellies sooner or later…

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