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My daughter is ten years old this year, and before I knew it, she was almost as tall as her mother. Although she hasn't really started puberty yet, her body shape is already very feminine, especially the curve between her waist and hips. It's no longer a standard obtuse angle, but a soft, graceful curve, and it even has a strong tendency to develop into an S-shape.

"Daddy, I'm here!" I got off work early today, so I told my wife she didn't need to pick up our daughter; I'd go pick her up myself. Just as I arrived at the entrance of Xingfu Road Elementary School, I saw my daughter jumping and waving at me. I didn't say anything, but waved back with a very happy and satisfied smile, and then walked towards her through the throng of people.

Before I even reached her, she ran and jumped into my arms. This was the first time I'd picked her up from school in two months, so it's no wonder she was so excited.

"Daddy, why did you come to pick me up today?" she asked happily, giving me a big kiss on the cheek, wrapping her legs around my waist, and hugging my neck tightly.

Knowing my daughter was determined to have me carry her to show her pride and joy in her father, even though this feeling was completely unfounded, I simply hung my briefcase around her neck, cupped her still-developing bottom in my hands, and weaved through the crowd toward the bus stop.

"What? Aren't you happy Daddy picked you up today? Do you have to be picked up by Mommy?" I said, feigning anger as I carried her.

"No, no! I'm happy, incredibly happy!" My daughter, seeing my feigned anger, kept wriggling and whining in my arms until I begged her to let her

go. Just as we reached the bus stop, it was time to catch the bus. Seeing me carrying my daughter, the people waiting smiled kindly and made way for me. I didn't refuse, my heart filled with gratitude, nodding and smiling at the people around me.

Getting on the bus, I saw there were still quite a few empty seats, so I chose one towards the back and sat down, letting my daughter sit on my lap facing the window. I started asking her about her day at school.

As the bus started moving, my daughter's petite body began to sway against me. To prevent her from hitting the hard seat and to avoid being jostled by the growing number of people, I pulled her close to my arms, my hands instinctively reaching for her smooth, delicate legs beneath her short skirt.

Talking to her, I gently stroked her soft skin, and for some reason, I felt a surge of pride and joy, just like I had felt with her at the school gate.

She is my only bloodline! My life has only meaning because of the daughter in my arms!

As my daughter talked to me, her weight unconsciously shifted to my lower abdomen, eventually settling completely on my groin, pressing tightly against my penis and testicles.

It was the height of summer, and I was only wearing paper-thin trousers, while my daughter wore only a tiny pair of panties under her short skirt. Her skirt completely covered my legs, and the smooth, delicate thighs and soft buttocks were separated only by the almost invisible panties, allowing her warm body heat to seep into my groin without reservation.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went on, the swaying of the bus caused my previously dormant penis to suddenly react. It began to swell and harden, growing longer, thicker, and harder.

I started to panic, because my precious daughter was right above my penis! I couldn't let my daughter feel my most primal and ugly desires.

My mind wandered as I answered her incoherently, trying desperately to calm my inexplicable sexual arousal. In the end, my answers were completely irrelevant, which angered my daughter, who wriggled and wriggled around, whining and pleading. This was utterly devastating to my newly stabilized desire.

I could clearly feel my penis finally becoming fully erect under my daughter's wriggling, deeply pressed against her small, fleshy buttocks.

Afraid she would sense my beastly reaction, I quickly picked her up, trying to get her to sit down so I could stand and calm my desire.

But she refused, and as if she could already feel the object of my ejaculation, her small buttocks, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pressed tightly against my penis, twisting a few times. The slightly painful yet intensely pleasurable sensation finally broke through my attempts to remain calm, and my aching penis, as if in instinctive resistance, twitched violently twice.

I was too ashamed to look at my daughter's innocent smiling face, that naive smile filled with inexplicable adoration and pride for her father. Resigned, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and pretended to doze, hoping the bus would arrive at its stop soon.

But to my utter surprise, my daughter whispered in my ear something I'll never forget: "Daddy, your penis is so thick, long, and hard! It feels so good to sit on it. No wonder you always put your big penis inside Mommy, and she always moans so happily! Daddy, I want you to put it inside me too, and I want to moan like Mommy!"

It was like a bolt from the blue, a devastating blow. I was utterly shocked that my ten-year-old daughter could say such a thing, and I was filled with shame for having been secretly watching me and her mother make love without her knowledge. What was most unbearable was that my daughter seemed to have a strange interest in the purest physical intimacy between men and women!

Perhaps her young mind simply thought it was fun; she had no idea that it meant incest, crime, and the deepest moral judgment.

And I, for a moment, couldn't find the right words to comfort or educate her. I just stared wide-eyed at my daughter, who seemed to have discovered something amusing, and she was secretly smiling at me.

What embarrassed me most was that, upon hearing my daughter's words, my unusually erect penis, instead of softening in fear, seemed to be injected with powerful energy, throbbing uncontrollably against my daughter's delicate, small buttocks!

My daughter, seemingly enjoying it, leaned against my chest, her little bottom swaying gently as if in sync with my throbbing penis.

Thus, in this torment where my mind was in hell while my body was in heaven, the bus finally arrived at my doorstep.

Still holding my daughter, who was hanging on my chest, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her vulva, through her panties, pressed against my still-erect penis. Although my body faithfully responded to its most primal instincts, my mind was completely elsewhere; I walked home as if lost and dejected.

My daughter seemed to realize my unusual mental state. She whispered in my ear, "Daddy, don't be like this! Did what I said just now scare you? I'm all grown up now. I know what's going on between men and women. I know that it was because Daddy put your big cock inside Mommy that Mommy gave birth to me. And Daddy's big cock needs to be inside Mommy every day for Daddy and Mommy to be happy!" Her words were

like a bomb that jolted me awake. I stared at her, speechless. I didn't even notice when she secretly rang the doorbell and my wife gently came out to greet me as I got home.

Before I could even react, as soon as I entered the house, my daughter suddenly jumped off me and shouted, "Mommy, the teacher assigned a lot of homework today! I'm going to do my homework!" Without waiting for my wife or me to react, she dashed into her room and slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong with our daughter? She usually insists on watching TV and eating before doing her homework. Why is she suddenly being so obedient today?" My wife's beautiful face was full of questions as she took my briefcase and put it away, puzzled.

But I didn't answer my wife. My eyes were fixed on her as she hung her briefcase on the hanger. She tiptoed, her legs unconsciously straightening, her upper body stretching as much as possible. Her form-fitting black business suit accentuated her curves, making her look alluring, sexy, and captivatingly slender.

Not hearing my reply, my wife was very dissatisfied. After hanging the briefcase, she turned and glared at me fiercely. Coupled with the angry expression on her delicate face, and our daughter's words and her aroused physical reaction along the way, I could no longer suppress the strange, violent desire within me.

Breathing heavily, I stared at my wife's swaying breasts as she walked, my eyes filled with pure desire. Slowly but firmly, I walked towards her, and slowly but firmly raised my hands, grabbing at her full breasts hidden beneath her black business suit and white shirt.

My wife, seeing me approach, was momentarily confused and snapped, "I'm asking you a question! What's wrong? Are you treating me like I'm not important anymore? Are you out there... Ah! Honey, what are you doing!"

Before she could even realize my unusual behavior and was surprised, my hands were already gripping her white shirt tightly, my ten fingers like steel claws and hooks, sinking deep into her full breasts.

Then, ignoring my wife's suppressed gasps and forceful pounding, I began to firmly and slowly knead the two soft mounds I now held in my hands. My wife's gasps turned into suppressed moans; knowing she couldn't escape my clutches, she slumped against me as if resigned.

My daughter is ten years old this year, and without realizing it, she's almost as tall as her mother. Although she hasn't truly started puberty yet, her body already has a very feminine silhouette, especially the curve between her waist and hips. It's no longer a standard obtuse angle, but a soft, graceful curve, with a strong tendency towards an S-shape.

"Daddy, I'm here!" I got off work early today, so I told my wife she didn't need to pick up our daughter; I'd go pick her up myself. Just as I arrived at the entrance of Xingfu Road Elementary School, I saw my daughter jumping and waving at me. I didn't say anything, but waved back with an extremely happy and satisfied smile, then walked towards her through the throng of people.

Before I even reached her, she ran and jumped into my arms. This was the first time I'd picked her up from school in two months, so it's no wonder she was so excited.

"Daddy, why did you come to see me today?" she asked happily, giving me a big kiss on the cheek, wrapping her legs around my waist, and hugging my neck tightly.

Knowing my daughter was determined to have me carry her to show her pride and joy in her father, even though this feeling was completely unfounded, I simply hung my briefcase around her neck, cupped her still-developing bottom in my hands, and weaved through the crowd toward the bus stop.

"What? Aren't you happy Daddy picked you up today? Do you have to be picked up by Mommy?" I said, feigning anger as I carried her.

"No, no! I'm happy, incredibly happy!" My daughter, seeing my feigned anger, kept wriggling and whining in my arms until I begged her to let her

go. Just as we reached the bus stop, it was time to catch the bus. Seeing me carrying my daughter, the people waiting smiled kindly and made way for me. I didn't refuse, my heart filled with gratitude, nodding and smiling at the people around me.

Getting on the bus, I saw there were still quite a few empty seats, so I chose one towards the back and sat down, letting my daughter sit on my lap facing the window. I started asking her about her day at school.

As the bus started moving, my daughter's petite body began to sway against me. To prevent her from hitting the hard seat and to avoid being jostled by the growing number of people, I pulled her close to my arms, my hands instinctively reaching for her smooth, delicate legs beneath her short skirt.

Talking to her, I gently stroked her soft skin, and for some reason, I felt a surge of pride and joy, just like I had felt with her at the school gate.

She is my only bloodline! My life has only meaning because of the daughter in my arms!

As my daughter talked to me, her weight unconsciously shifted to my lower abdomen, eventually settling completely on my groin, pressing tightly against my penis and testicles.

It was the height of summer, and I was only wearing paper-thin trousers, while my daughter wore only a tiny pair of panties under her short skirt. Her skirt completely covered my legs, and the smooth, delicate thighs and soft buttocks were separated only by the almost invisible panties, allowing her warm body heat to seep into my groin without reservation.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but as time went on, the swaying of the bus caused my previously dormant penis to suddenly react. It began to swell and harden, growing longer, thicker, and harder.

I started to panic, because my precious daughter was right above my penis! I couldn't let my daughter feel my most primal and ugly desires.

My mind wandered as I answered her incoherently, trying desperately to calm my inexplicable sexual arousal. In the end, my answers were completely irrelevant, which angered my daughter, who wriggled and wriggled around, whining and pleading. This was utterly devastating to my newly stabilized desire.

I could clearly feel my penis finally becoming fully erect under my daughter's wriggling, deeply pressed against her small, fleshy buttocks.

Afraid she would sense my beastly reaction, I quickly picked her up, trying to get her to sit down so I could stand and calm my desire.

But she refused, and as if she could already feel the object of my ejaculation, her small buttocks, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pressed tightly against my penis, twisting a few times. The slightly painful yet intensely pleasurable sensation finally broke through my attempts to remain calm, and my aching penis, as if in instinctive resistance, twitched violently twice.

I was too ashamed to look at my daughter's innocent smiling face, that naive smile filled with inexplicable adoration and pride for her father. Resigned, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and pretended to doze, hoping the bus would arrive at its stop soon.

But to my utter surprise, my daughter whispered in my ear something I'll never forget: "Daddy, your penis is so thick, long, and hard! It feels so good to sit on it. No wonder you always put your big penis inside Mommy, and she always moans so happily! Daddy, I want you to put it inside me too, and I want to moan like Mommy!"

It was like a bolt from the blue, a devastating blow. I was utterly shocked that my ten-year-old daughter could say such a thing, and I was filled with shame for having been secretly watching me and her mother make love without her knowledge. What was most unbearable was that my daughter seemed to have a strange interest in the purest physical intimacy between men and women!

Perhaps her young mind simply thought it was fun; she had no idea that it meant incest, crime, and the deepest moral judgment.

And I, for a moment, couldn't find the right words to comfort or educate her. I just stared wide-eyed at my daughter, who seemed to have discovered something amusing, and she was secretly smiling at me.

What embarrassed me the most was that after hearing my daughter's words, my unusually hard penis was not scared into going limp. Instead, it seemed to be injected with strong power and began to bounce violently, thumping against my daughter's tender and delicate buttocks!

My daughter seemed to enjoy it very much, leaning against my chest, her little buttocks also gently swaying as if in sync with my bouncing penis.

And so, in this torment where my mind was plunged into hell while my body was subjected to heavenly torture, the bus finally pulled up in front of my house.

I was still holding my daughter, who was clinging to my chest, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. Her vulva, visible through her panties, was pressed against my still-erect penis. My body, though still faithfully responding to its most primal instincts, was completely out of my mind. I walked home as if lost and dejected.

My daughter seemed to realize my abnormal state. She whispered in my ear, "Daddy, don't be like this! Did what I said just now scare you? I'm all grown up now. I know what's between men and women. I know that it was because Daddy put your big cock inside Mommy that Mommy gave birth to me. And Daddy's big cock needs to be inside Mommy every day for Daddy and Mommy to be happy!"

My daughter's words were like a bomb, waking me up. I stared at my daughter, speechless. I didn't even notice when she secretly rang the doorbell and my wife gently came out to greet me as I returned home.

Before I could even react, my daughter jumped off me as soon as I entered the house, shouting, "Mommy, the teacher assigned so much homework today! I'm going to do it!" Without waiting for my wife or me to react, she dashed into her room and slammed the door shut.

"What... what's wrong with our daughter? She usually insists on watching TV and eating before doing her homework. Why is she suddenly so obedient today?" My wife's beautiful face was full of questions as she took my briefcase and put it away, puzzled.

But I didn't answer her. My eyes were fixed on her as she hung her briefcase on the hanger, her legs unconsciously straightening, her upper body stretching as much as possible, her form-fitting black business suit outlining her curvaceous, sexy, and captivatingly slender figure.

Not hearing my reply, my wife was very dissatisfied. After hanging up her briefcase, she turned around and glared at me fiercely. Coupled with the angry expression on her delicate face, and my daughter's words and her aroused physical reaction along the way, I could no longer suppress the strange, violent desire in my heart.

Breathing heavily, I stared at my wife's swaying breasts as she walked, my eyes filled with pure desire. I slowly and firmly walked towards my wife, and slowly and firmly raised my hands, grabbing hard at the full breasts hidden under her black business suit and snow-white shirt.

My wife saw me walking towards her and didn't understand what was going on for a moment. She said irritably, "I asked you a question. What's wrong? Are you treating me less and less like an idiot now? Are you out there... Ah! Honey, what are you doing!"

Before my wife could even realize my abnormality and was surprised, my hands had already grabbed heavily into the white shirt of her chest. My ten fingers were like steel claws and iron hooks, sinking deep into my wife's full breasts.

Then, ignoring my wife's suppressed gasps and forceful pounding in fear of disturbing our daughter, I began to firmly and slowly knead the two soft mounds that were already fully in my hands. My wife's gasps turned into suppressed moans, and she knew she couldn't escape my clutches, so she slumped against me as if resigned to her fate.

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