Even if you're paralyzed, you can still come.

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Part 1

: Me: I have a son and a daughter. My wife passed away due to illness. I am 65 years old, 181 cm tall, and the chairman of a coal mine in Shanxi. I am currently resting at home due to severe cataracts. Because my intraocular pressure is consistently high, I cannot undergo surgery and am almost semi-blind. At home, I have absolute authority except for my youngest nephew.

Son: Gao Xiaoming, 38 years old, 175 cm tall, 75 kg, currently the general manager of the coal mine. He is kind and a typical filial son. However, he is frequently hospitalized due to asthma. Daughter-in-law: Tan Jing, 32 years old, 167 cm tall, 52 kg, very beautiful. She works at the county education bureau and is very virtuous and quiet. When she is home, we hardly need a caregiver.

Daughter: Taking my mother's surname, named Yao Ke, 35 years old, 166 cm tall, 54 kg, she is in charge of the company's finances at the coal mine. She is very obedient and well-behaved.

Daughter-in-law: Zhang Wei, in charge of the company's sales. 180 cm tall, very capable. She used to work at the education bureau but resigned from her civil service job to take charge of sales for the family business.

My daughter gave birth to a son, who is five years old and in kindergarten.

For some reason, he hasn't been able to get his wife pregnant.

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My story:

Having almost lost my sight, after retiring from my job, I relied entirely on my son, daughter, and daughter-in-law's daily reports on the coal mine.

I couldn't take care of myself, so we hired and replaced countless caregivers, but life went on like this. As you get older, there's a kind of helplessness that's hard to describe. Then

one day, due to the caregiver's negligence, I fell down the stairs. The rest of my body was fine, but I fractured both arms. In the sweltering summer heat, with casts on, life became even more difficult. I couldn't even take care of myself for urination and defecation

. The caregiver was fired, and since we couldn't find a suitable replacement, my wife, Tan Jing, volunteered to take leave from work to care for me.

For the first few days, things were a bit awkward between Tan Jing and me. When I urinated, she had to help me remove my penis, and after defecating, she had to help me wipe my bottom and put on my pants. But my son always helped me bathe.

I couldn't see or move my hands, and I felt useless.

I was extremely depressed. Besides my wife being with me all day, the other children were busy during the day, and dinner was the happiest time for me.

A few days later, my son had to go to Beijing for the National Coal Mine Safety Conference, and bathing became a major problem. At the dinner table, my daughter-in-law, Zhang Wei, volunteered to take care of my bathing while my son was in Beijing.

But I was very reluctant. I didn't say anything.

My daughter-in-law said, "Why don't I do it? I've gotten used to taking care of you these past few days."

My heart warmed, and my pulse quickened. But I still didn't say anything.

My daughter said, "Dad, let me help my sister-in-law bathe you."

"Sigh!" I sighed.

My daughter-in-law continued, "Brother, you go ahead, Dad, we'll take care of you!"

The day my son left, I made a fool of myself.

Around 5 PM, my wife picked up my nephew and said to me, "Dad, they won't be home until 6:30, so let me wash you first." These past two days, my wife had touched my penis and buttocks, so I nodded.

Then, my wife let my nephew watch cartoons and helped me into the bathroom. As my wife pulled down my shorts, I could feel her hands hesitate slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she firmly took them off.

Because I'm tall, my wife moved a stool for me to sit on and started washing my hair. After washing my hair, she started washing my back. My wife's hands were much softer than my son's, and she seemed quite efficient when washing.

When she washed my buttocks, she helped me stand up and carefully applied shower gel, washing from my anus all the way down to near my testicles.

In an instant, under the gentle stimulation of my wife's fingers, I felt my penis instantly become erect. I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say, and my heart was pounding.

Because my wife was still washing me from behind, she didn't know my penis had changed.

I cursed myself for being a beast and tried to soften it. But the more I thought about it, the harder it got, and the harder it got, the more unnatural it felt—"Dad, did I hurt you?" I said; "No." "

Then relax a little—" My wife seemed to sense my body stiffen instantly.

"Oh, oh—" I answered absentmindedly.

But my penis not only didn't soften, it felt painfully hard. Since my wife passed away, I've rarely been in contact with women except when I'm on business trips.

"Dad, I'm done washing in the back, please sit down." Then my wife helped me slowly sit on the stool.

I didn't know what state my penis was in, I only knew it was rock hard and erect.

My wife then moved from behind to the front: "Ah!" I heard my wife exclaim in surprise, she must have seen my erect penis.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to," I stammered. My wife didn't say anything.

It was as if she suddenly felt cold.

Just a moment later, I noticed my wife had returned to normal.

"Dad, it's okay. It's a natural reaction. You've been alone for so long, it must have been hard on you," she comforted me.

Fortunately, she had already helped me urinate and touched my penis these past few days, so the embarrassment quickly disappeared.

Then, she took the showerhead and rinsed my front, before starting to apply shower gel. When she touched my erect penis, I could feel her hand hesitate for a moment. Just like that, she continued applying shower gel to my erect penis, pulling back my foreskin as she did so, carefully cleaning the smegma along the glans.

"Dad, there's so much dirt here," she said as she rubbed with shower gel.

The stimulation from her slender fingers on my penis made me gasp—I couldn't even speak.

If it weren't for the casts on both my arms, I would have covered my penis right then and there. It was so embarrassing and so stimulating.

After cleaning the head of my penis, my wife used shower gel to stroke my erect penis a few times. "Dad, yours is so big and thick—" she muttered to herself.

"Tan Jing, no, no," I said, but before I could finish, while my wife was still washing my penis with shower gel, I felt my penis throb in her hand. I knew I had ejaculated—the bathroom fell silent instantly. Tan Jing's hand remained in the same position, still holding the base of my penis. At that moment, I was filled with shame and didn't know what to do.

"Dad, how could you do this?"

"My face and clothes are covered in your stuff—"

Tan Jing gently complained, then took the showerhead and rinsed my upper body, giving my genitals a perfunctory rinse.

I stood up, and my wife helped me off the stool.

She then dried me with a towel, not touching my penis again throughout the process, but I felt it had gone limp, limp from fear.

I lifted my legs, and my wife said irritably. Actually, my penis wasn't completely dry yet. But I didn't dare say anything.

After my wife dressed me, she didn't immediately take me out of the bathroom. Instead, she brought me the stool I had been sitting on and made me sit down.

Although my eyesight is very poor, I can still see clearly whether a person is wearing clothes or not, though not very clearly.

What baffled me was that my wife took off her top in front of me, then without any hesitation, took off her skirt, and even more incredibly, she made a move to take off her underwear. I watched her movements vaguely, feeling incredibly nervous.

Then my wife made another move, which I knew was unhooking her bra. I nervously said, "You, you—" "What 'you, you'? Dad, wait a minute, I'll rinse off. My clothes are all wet from when I bathed you." I then realized that my wife's face and clothes must be covered in my semen.

I said, "Okay, okay." Only then did I feel relieved. "Dad, you look so nervous. Can you see me?" "No, I can't see anything," I quickly said.

"Oh, that's good." My wife replied.

"I, I," I stammered, trying to tell my wife that I didn't mean to.

My wife, being incredibly clever, immediately understood what I meant: "Dad, don't overthink it. I know you didn't mean it." "Then, then, I want to say sorry." My wife quickly turned to me and said, "Dad, I won't tell anyone."

Hmm, that's good, that's good. I muttered to myself.

Actually, I only vaguely saw my wife's naked body; I still couldn't see clearly—her figure in the blur was so beautiful!

After washing up, my wife seemed to be wrapped in a towel as she passed by me, saying, "Dad, wait a moment, I'll come and help you out right away." I knew she had gone to her room to change.

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After that, after my wife helped me out, it was hard to say whether my nephew was with me or I was with him; we sat in the yard, and my nephew played nearby.

Around 7 pm, my daughter-in-law and daughter came home from work. My wife said she was going to prepare dinner, so, except for the eldest son who wasn't there, the whole family began their last dinner of the day.

During dinner, my daughter said to Tan Jing, "Sister-in-law, let's give Dad a bath after dinner." My wife replied, "We already did." My daughter exclaimed, "You bathed Dad all by yourself? Sister-in-law, you're so amazing!"

Then she said to me, "Dad, look how good my sister-in-law is to you. She's taken over all the things that daughters do. Shouldn't you reward her?" I said, still a little embarrassed, "Yes, yes, you should reward me—" "What kind of reward? I care about Dad a lot too, I want a small reward too." My daughter persisted.

"Let's get a new car for each family," I happily agreed. My

daughter exclaimed excitedly.

But Tan Jing wasn't so excited: "I don't want a new car, I've only had it for less than two years." I blurted out, following my wife Tan Jing's voice, "When the eldest son comes back, you should go to Europe—" My daughter, unaware of what was going on, chimed in again, "I want to go too, I want to go too—" And so, dinner ended in a noisy commotion.

Before bed, my wife, Tan Jing, came to my room. "Dad, let me help you with the bathroom before you go to sleep. If you need to go in the middle of the night, just call me." I was touched; my wife had thought of everything.

She helped me to the bathroom in my room, pulled down my shorts, and took out my penis, aiming it at the urinal. I felt strange; I felt the urge to urinate but couldn't. The image of me ejaculating in the shower that afternoon flashed through my mind.

"Dad, why are you hard again? Can't you urinate?" Tan Jing asked, somewhat surprised, as she squeezed my penis.

I could clearly feel my penis slowly hardening in her hand—"I...I—" I didn't know what to say to my concerned wife. But I truly had no impure thoughts.

A few days ago, when my wife helped me urinate, aside from some awkwardness, I didn't have any physical reaction. Was she really that strange? A wicked thought flashed through my mind, my heart raced, and my head felt hot.

"Dad, if you can't urinate now, can we wait? I'll help you urinate when it softens." My wife gently squeezed my penis and

said, "Okay, okay—." Then she helped me back to the room and turned on the TV to distract me. Actually, I couldn't see the picture on the TV at all. My wife sat next to me.

After about ten minutes, I noticed my wife playfully pulling down my pants again. I knew she was checking if my penis had gone soft.

"Dad, it's soft now," my wife said, helping me up to the bathroom.

But in the five meters or so from the room to the bathroom, I felt my penis start to stir again. I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say. I

was passively taken to the bathroom, and when my wife pulled down my pants, she exclaimed, "Dad, why is it hard again?"

After a moment of this awkward silence, I said to my wife, "Tan Jing, don't worry about me. I'll call you if I need anything later." "Dad, didn't you just do that this afternoon when you took a shower? How come you're so strong and need it again?" Tan Jing's voice was very soft, but I heard it clearly.

Women often assume that a man's erection means he wants to ejaculate, and I think my wife thinks so too. But I'm too embarrassed to explain.

"Dad, Dad, are you thinking about...that again—?" my wife said softly. I didn't answer, not knowing how to reply.

"Dad, if it hurts, then...then I'll help you—" Although my wife's voice grew softer, I heard her clearly.

"Tan...Tan Jing, this isn't...this isn't appropriate—" I said.

"Then how long will you stay hard like this?"

After saying that, my wife pulled down my pants. "Dad, turn around a little," my wife said, then squatted down and started stroking my penis with her hand. The stimulation traveled from my penis all the way to my head, and I involuntarily let out a cry.

"Dad, did I hurt you? Is this the right thing to do? Does it feel good?" I shook my head, then nodded.

The incestuous stimulation was indescribable.

"Dad, tell me when you're about to ejaculate."

"Okay."

I had just ejaculated before dinner, and I couldn't ejaculate immediately. Perhaps my wife got tired of hitting me and switched hands.

"Dad, why haven't you come yet?" my wife said, a little nagging.

"Sometimes when I'm not feeling well, when I'm with Xiaoming, he comes right away," my wife muttered to herself.

"You...you've done it with Xiaoming too?" I asked, a little provocatively.

"Yeah, Dad, don't ask," I could hear the shyness and bashfulness in my wife's voice.

"Is Xiaoming's big?" I continued, a little maliciously.

Before I could finish speaking, I felt my wife squeeze my penis hard and say, "Dad, you're so naughty, how could you ask that?" My wife's voice was a little coquettish.

Then my wife said, "Dad, when I was bathing you, I noticed that your thing is so big, Xiaoming's is only about half the size of yours." "Ah!" I blurted out, not expecting my wife to compare her father-in-law's penis with her son's.

"Yes, Xiaoming's is about the same length as yours, but it's thinner, not as thick as Dad's." From her voice, you could tell Tan Jing had relaxed and wasn't as embarrassed as before.

Perhaps it was because my wife was too close when she was giving me a handjob, but I could feel her rapid breathing on the head of my penis.

At this point, it no longer felt like a wife helping her father-in-law urinate; it had a hint of flirtation.

I thought for a moment and asked, "Have you kissed Xiaoming's thing?"

"Dad, why are you asking this? You're like an old pervert," my wife said, probably stimulating the tip of my glans with her thumb. A new kind of stimulation spread from my penis to my whole body.

"If Xiaoming and Yao Ke find out, things will be chaotic," my wife said.

"No, no, I know, thank you," I comfortably replied to my wife.

"Dad, when are you going to ejaculate? My hands are getting sore."

"Almost there—"

Unexpectedly, an even more direct and powerful stimulation came from the glans. My entire glans was being gently embraced. I instantly realized that the head of my penis was being held in Tan Jing's mouth. Her little tongue was constantly stimulating my urethral opening—Oh my god, I can't describe the feeling at that moment. A wave of tingling sensation ran through the base of my penis, and a surge of heat rushed from the base of my penis directly to the glans—wave after wave. My penis throbbed in my wife Tan Jing's mouth. During the ejaculation, Tan Jing cooperated with me the whole time. Even after I finished, Tan Jing was still holding my glans—it felt so good, I had never felt anything like it before.

"Tan Jing, thank you." I felt my wife's mouth leave my penis, and she turned on the faucet in the bathtub next to me, making a slurping sound.

I knew she was rinsing her mouth.

"Dad, can I pee now?" Her voice floated out, full of grievance and complaint.

Under her guidance, my already limp penis, in her hand, urinated, and it felt really great!

After settling me in, my wife didn't talk to me anymore and quickly left my room.

The next morning, Tan Jing came to my room, knowing I was up to pee.

But this time, she didn't knock beforehand as usual, but just pushed the door open and came in.

"Dad, are you awake?" Actually, I had already been woken up by the urge to pee, but thinking it was still early, I was embarrassed to call Tan Jing.

"I'm awake, help me up quickly," I said quickly.

As my wife helped me up, because I was wearing underwear, she immediately saw my bulging crotch.

"Dad, hard again?" I quickly explained, "I need to pee, I need to pee." Fortunately, my penis, which had been holding back, softened during the erection and didn't become hard again while Tan Jing was helping me.

In fact, for a man in his sixties, ejaculating twice yesterday was already quite good.

In the days that followed, my penis often got hard in my wife's hands, whether I was showering or urinating, but she didn't give me any more handjobs or oral sex. It was as if that incident had never happened.

Even when it got hard and wouldn't go down immediately, my wife would patiently distract me in various ways.

My son came back.

Besides my wife taking care of me during the day, my son helped me shower at night. Seeing my son, I still felt a little guilty.

Soon, almost a month passed, the cast on my arm was removed, and I could basically take care of myself. My wife went back to work, only coming back every day at noon to cook for me or bring me food. Our relationship returned to its previous harmonious atmosphere.

One day at noon, my wife, Tan Jing, prepared lunch for me. Usually at home, she dresses quite formally, while my daughter seems to want to strip naked as soon as she gets home.

But today, she was dressed all in white, and in a tight-fitting outfit. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could vaguely make out the silhouette of her naked body in the bathroom. I instantly felt a surge of impulsiveness.

While we were eating, my wife noticed my hesitation.

"Dad, what's wrong?" "I...I was wondering if you could help me again—" I stammered.

My wife immediately understood what I meant. She smiled sheepishly and said, "Dad, no, your hand is better now, go play by yourself." Since I couldn't see her face, I knew it must be flushed; she always looked like that.

I had finally mustered the courage to ask her for help, but her sarcastic remark quickly deflated me.

After lunch, I groped my way back to my room and sullenly closed the door. Perhaps the door slammed shut a little too loudly, prompting my wife to rush out of the kitchen and ask with concern, "Dad, are you alright?" I ignored her from inside the room.

After a while, the door opened, and I knew my wife had come in. I lay on the bed with my head facing inward, pretending not to notice and ignoring her.

"Dad, Dad?" "Dad's angry?" I heard my wife's playful voice. Suddenly, Tan Jing yanked off the blanket covering me, and my wife leaned over my thighs, which were covered only by my shorts, shaking me as she spoke: "Dad, are you really angry? If you're really angry, then I'm leaving." I turned around abruptly and grabbed my wife's arm.

"Dad, be gentle, be gentle, you're hurting me." I finally let go.

"Dad, what's wrong with me? I've taken care of you for so long, and you still hit me!" My wife sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, and said with a wronged expression.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around my wife's waist from behind: "Dad is so grateful to you, how could I possibly have a grudge against you? Silly girl!" "Dad, let go of me, this isn't right," I could hear the hesitation and conflict in Tan Jing's voice.

"Dad hasn't been with a woman in a long time, relax and let Dad give you a good hug." "But you're my father-in-law—" Before my wife could finish speaking, I forcefully pulled her to my side and tried to climb on top

of me. Tan Jing, feigning resistance, easily climbed onto me.

But she kept saying, "No, Dad, don't do this, don't do this—"

I wanted to kiss her face, but I couldn't see clearly, and Tan Jing was avoiding me. My wife lingered on me for a long time, and apart from a throbbing lower body, I was too weak to resist, so I let her leave me.

"Dad, you're hurting me," my wife mumbled.

My wife then returned to her previous posture, turning her back to me.

I wrapped my arms around my wife's armpits again. This time, she didn't resist, only murmuring, "Dad, I'm your wife. I thought I went too far last time." In my lust, I ignored her words and moved my

hand directly under her thong to her soft, pink skin. She tried to stop me from groping her further, but quickly, my right hand was already beneath her bra. Throughout, she was indeed trying to stop me, but I could clearly feel that her resistance was symbolic, not a full-fledged effort.

My hand paused briefly at the bottom of her breast before decisively slipping through her bra to her left breast.

"Dad, Dad, don't do this, don't do this—" My wife's voice was weak and trembling.

She was already leaning against me as I lay down.

My wife's left breast was now fully in my palm. I pushed up her bra, which was in a bit of a hindrance, and returned to her breast, pinching and playing with her nipple—"Dad, Dad, let me go, let me go—" My wife's voice grew softer and softer, replaced by intermittent commands—

"Ugh—oh—" By this time, my wife had completely given up resisting, letting my body explore her breast.

I adjusted my position slightly, no longer lying down, but sitting behind my wife, my erect penis pressed tightly against her back, both hands grasping her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples.

"Dad, I'm sad—oh, ugh—" My wife twisted her body back and forth in my arms, stimulated by me—

I kissed my wife's ears and neck—her head resting slightly on my shoulder—and, finding her clothes in the way, I peeled off her top from bottom to top, leaving her only in a bra.

"Tan Jing, take off your bra—" I murmured in her ear.

My wife was only focused on writhing her body and didn't pay attention to me, so I quickly pulled her bra off from the bottom up as well.

Throughout the whole process, my wife didn't say anything, only softly saying, "Dad, be gentle, you'll tear it—" I easily took over my wife's upper body, and holding my naked wife felt so good! So, while one hand was still caressing my wife's breasts, the other hand began to explore down her abdomen.

My wife was wearing a skirt, and soon my hand slipped through the skirt and touched the edge of her shorts. She didn't stop me further, so I moved down along the top edge of her shorts and quickly touched her pubic hair—I couldn't remember the last time I'd touched a woman's breasts and pubic hair. Excited, I reached through her pubic hair and touched the pubic bone at the top of her vagina—"Dad, Dad, that's enough, we've gone too far—" My wife symbolically pulled my hand, which was on her lower body, upwards. As my hand on her pubic bone found the small, protruding clitoris and began to pinch it, she instantly gave up all resistance. I felt her buttocks lift slightly, and her thighs opened a little wider. But her upper body twisted even more violently in my arms, her cries of pain rising and falling intermittently—

"Ugh—"

my wife let out a long cry, my middle finger already inserted into her vaginal opening. I felt her legs, which had been slightly parted, forcefully close, her body convulsing in spasms, her movements continuous. My middle finger was gripped tightly by her vagina—a strange sound came from her throat—I hadn't expected her to reach orgasm so quickly, her vaginal opening wet, a lot of love fluid flowing from her lower body—.

I reduced the intensity of the stimulation, and after several minutes, my wife, naked from the waist up, slowly calmed down in my arms.

"Dad, you're so naughty—" my wife said coquettishly.

At this moment, I tried to insert my finger deeper into her vagina, and my wife convulsed again in my arms, trying to pull my finger out.

"Dad, I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore!"

At this point, how could I let her have her way?

I pulled my fingers out of my wife's vagina, picked her up, and quickly removed her last barrier—her skirt and panties.

My wife softly cried out, "Dad, don't do this, don't do this, I'll help you come with my mouth, okay?" At this moment, my wife was completely naked in my arms. I pulled out my penis, turned her body around, spread her legs, and guided my penis with one hand, searching for the entrance to her vagina—"Ah—Dad—"

With the insertion of my penis, my wife let out another weak cry, "Dad, slower, slower, it hurts—" My penis entered my wife's body, ignoring her cries. I held her buttocks with both hands, thrusting back and forth. Gradually, my wife's lower body adapted to the insertion of my penis, and she actively hugged me. My shoulders moved in sync with my thrusts, and my wife's breasts pounded against my chest—not long after, as my penis thrust in and out of her vagina, I noticed her body trembling again, especially when I pulled my penis out, the trembling was more intense—suddenly, my wife hugged my head and kissed my lips, her tongue entering my mouth and intertwining with mine. That feeling, lost for so many years, was truly incomparable. I tried to suck on her tongue, but suddenly my penis went numb uncontrollably. My wife seemed to sense that I was about to ejaculate and tried to push my body away to let my penis leave her vagina, but I held her even tighter in my arms.

"Dad, Dad, you can't ejaculate inside, it's the fertile period—" Before my wife could finish speaking, my penis twitched inside her vagina, and I ejaculated—my wife convulsed and lay on my chest, uncontrollably sobbing and hitting my back with her small fists;

"Dad, you can't ejaculate inside, you can't ejaculate inside—" Gradually, my wife calmed down in my arms, still in the lovemaking position, my penis still inside her body. Suddenly, I felt something warm on my back—I realized my wife was hugging me, crying, and the crying grew louder and louder as her orgasm subsided—until later, she even sobbed uncontrollably.

I held my naked wife, not knowing what to say. My penis was soft, but it was still inside her vagina. I gently stroked my wife's smooth, delicate back, murmuring, "Don't cry, don't cry—" After a long while, my wife finally lifted her head from behind me, tears streaming down her face, and hugged my head, gently kissing my nose and lips—at that moment, my penis, still inside her vagina, began to stir again. My wife sensitively noticed the change inside her vagina, and after a few cooperative movements, she suddenly pulled away from my body, catching me off guard.

"Dad, it hurt so much, I have to go to work," my wife said gently.

Then she kissed my cheek and went into the bathroom.

When she came out again, she had a hot towel and carefully wiped my genitals clean.

"Dad, sleep a little longer. Be careful walking around the house, hold onto the wall. I'm going to work now." I pulled my wife, who was already dressed, over and hugged her for a while, pinching her breast through her clothes and patting her bottom. "Go on, child,"

Tan Jing said to herself.

Regarding my father-in-law, since I married into the Gao family, he has always been very good to me. He treats me equally when buying things for me. He has always been very authoritative and has absolute authority at home and at work. If it weren't for his illness, I would never have had that kind of relationship with him. Although my sex life with my husband isn't very harmonious—he wants to have sex with me several times a week—it's always like a deliveryman; I just start to feel something, and he ejaculates at the door and goes back to sleep.

It's not that I don't want children. I took my husband to the provincial hospital for a checkup, and the hospital said his sperm motility is very low.

I remember the first time I helped my father-in-law urinate; when I took out his penis, the soft, long foreskin made me feel nauseous. When I told my husband about it, he said I was sorry for the trouble.

But when I bathed and put my father-in-law to bed for the first time, his erect penis really surprised me! I never expected a soft penis to become so thick and large when erect, completely different from my husband's. The thought flashed through my mind: how wonderful it would be if my husband's penis were like my father-in-law's!

I understand that it's a normal physiological reaction for my father-in-law after not having been with a woman for so long, but for a man in his sixties to have such a hard penis, even surpassing my husband's, was truly unexpected.

During the first bath, I didn't try to stimulate him, and I never imagined he would ejaculate in front of me, all over my face and clothes, and so much at that. My father-in-law's penis is beautiful; after pulling back the foreskin, it's almost the same thickness from top to bottom, just like his robust body.

My husband's penis usually goes soft after a few minutes, but my father-in-law's can stay erect for so long?

Why is there such a big difference between men?

Giving my father-in-law oral sex in the bathroom was spontaneous; on a whim, I took it in without thinking. Later, I felt ashamed of my behavior.

While bathing and helping my father-in-law urinate, I did want to touch his magnificent penis again, but out of womanly shyness and fear of being misunderstood, I repeatedly suppressed my desires. I felt I had gone too far.

When my father-in-law hugged me at the bedside today, I didn't think much of it, figuring he hadn't been with a woman in so long, and I just thought it was him getting a little pleasure. But what happened next was completely unexpected; I never imagined we would have sex.

But my father-in-law's stimulation completely ignited my desire for sex. I couldn't control my lustful urges and wanted to have sex with a man.

Perhaps many women feel this way before their period, wanting to let their vaginas be fully released.

But I had never felt my father-in-law bring me such continuous orgasms, as if every follicle on my body was being fully released.

I kept trying to recall the moment his penis entered my vagina, the swelling, as if my vagina had been expanded, every cell of the vaginal wall fully contacting his penis. With his penis moving in and out of my vagina, it felt like my heart was rising and falling with it. I don't know how many orgasms I had today. The feeling of contractions, trembling, and spasms during orgasm, thinking back on it now, was truly amazing!

I had never experienced anything like it before, but today I found complete satisfaction and release with an old man.

On the drive to work, I felt a tired excitement, without any regrets. I had been a good woman, honored my father-in-law, and satisfied myself. What's wrong with that?

They all say I look very demure, but actually, all normal women have the same sexual desire; it's just that the ways they express it are different. But thinking about the moments I had sex with my father-in-law earlier, my face still feels hot and I feel a little embarrassed—Father-in-law, I love you, and your son loves you too! I will spend my whole life taking good care of you!

For the next month, I would often touch each other's genitals and kiss during lunch breaks. I was afraid my father-in-law's body couldn't handle it, so I generally limited it to once a week. Even so, whenever we were alone, my father-in-law would always passionately touch my entire body, sometimes making me feel very uncomfortable.

When we had sex, my father-in-law wouldn't let me use contraception, saying things like, "You've been married for so long, it's normal for you to get pregnant and have a child. Besides, we're not related by blood; as long as it's a member of the Gao family, it's fine." I called him a "lewd old man," and he would just smile憨厚ly.

It's impossible not to feel guilty; after all, having sex with my father-in-law, besides the mental stimulation from the incestuous concept, was mostly about the satisfaction his large, strong penis brought me. Even my colleagues at work asked me what I'd been eating lately, and why I looked so radiant. I just smiled and didn't answer.

I knew it was the result of the pleasure I got from having sex with my father-in-law.

One afternoon, after we finished, I suddenly thought of Yao Ke, his daughter. If Yao Ke had also slept with him, at least two people could take responsibility if our families found out later.

I don't know why I had such a wicked thought. In other people's eyes, I'm a very obedient and virtuous woman, well-behaved and sensible.

Yao Ke is about my height and build, with slightly larger breasts and a bit more weight, but she's also very slender. However, she's more attractive than me, a result of being pampered since childhood.

I lay on my father-in-law's arm, playing with his now-dormant penis; "Dad, what if Yao Ke finds out about our relationship? Will she call me sister-in-law or Mom?" I chuckled after saying that.

Upon hearing this, my father-in-law pinched my breast hard. "They won't notice. We'll be more careful in the future. After my eye surgery, when I can see clearly, we'll go out more safely.

" "Dad, nothing stays hidden forever. Xiaoming and Zhang Wei might be able to keep it from you, but your daughter Yao Ke will find out sooner or later. I've noticed she's been giving me strange looks lately," I added, exaggerating. My

father-in-law's grip on my breast loosened slightly; I knew he was starting to worry too.

"Dad, why don't you find an opportunity to sleep with our daughter too? That way, it'll be fair between us." "What are you saying? Nonsense!" my father-in-law said, somewhat displeased.

"Yao Ke is my daughter. How can I do that with my own daughter?" he said, still somewhat annoyed.

"But isn't she your daughter-in-law? You still managed to get her into bed," I retorted, feigning displeasure.

"That's different. We're not related by blood—" My father-in-law knew he was in the wrong and didn't say anything more.

The next day was Wednesday. My husband and Zhang Wei went to the provincial capital for a work meeting and wouldn't be back in the county until Friday night. Following the idea I'd discussed with my father-in-law the day before, I tentatively started working on it.

When I got home in the afternoon, I told him I'd sprained my hand and had to wait for Yao Ke to come back before I could help my father bathe and cook. My father-in-law asked me with concern which hand was injured and how.

I had put a plaster on my right hand, and when he touched it, he said with concern, "Don't do anything. We'll eat out when Ke Ke comes back." I said I'd already called Ke Ke and asked her to bring some takeout; I could just cook something at home. Since the children had already eaten dinner at kindergarten when I picked them up, a simple meal would be fine for the three adults.

Yao Ke came back with some groceries, and we started eating. As usual, Yao Ke reported on the day's events at the company to her father. After she finished, I discussed with her, "Ke Ke, I hope you can help me bathe Dad tonight if I accidentally sprain my hand." Without hesitation,

Yao Ke replied, "Okay, I've never bathed Dad before!" She then made a face at her father-in-law.

I could clearly see a strange embarrassment on his face, and he seemed a bit amused and exasperated. But at least he didn't object.

Because my hand was indeed sprained!

In the evening, I bathed the little one first. After settling him in, I helped my father-in-law into the bathroom, and Yao Ke followed with the change of clothes I had prepared for him.

I undressed him in front of Yao Ke. At first, she was a little uncomfortable, as it was the first time she had seen her father naked.

But seeing my practiced movements, she cooperated and assisted me.

"Coco, I'll get the showerhead today, you can scrub Daddy's body."

"Okay," Yao Ke passively agreed.

I stood behind my father-in-law the whole time, using the showerhead to wet his body first, and then let Yao Ke apply shower gel.

Yao Ke diligently rubbed shower gel on her father-in-law's back, saying as she did so, "Dad, your body is much stronger than I thought, at least stronger than my Zhang Wei's." After finishing his back, I had him stand up and then asked Yao Ke to rub shower gel on his buttocks. At this point, Yao Ke hesitated, "Sister-in-law, how should I wash Dad's buttocks?" I laughed when I heard this, "Wash it the way you wash your son, wash it the same way you wash your father." But her father-in-law couldn't stand it anymore, "Tan Jing, how can you be so disrespectful?" Yao Ke laughed when she heard this, and everyone relaxed. So Yao Ke then used shower gel to carefully wash her father's buttocks thoroughly, not even missing his anus. At first, I saw Yao Ke quickly pull her hand back when it touched her father-in-law's testicles hanging between his legs, but slowly, she became less hesitant, and her father-in-law's two testicles swayed back and forth under her hand.

After washing him, I rinsed him briefly with the showerhead and had him sit down again. Yao Ke walked to the front naturally.

Unexpectedly, the same situation I had encountered happened to Yao Ke again: "Ah—!" Yao Ke exclaimed as soon as she reached the front.

I pretended not to notice and said, "Why are you so startled? What's wrong?" "Dad, Dad—" Yao Ke stared wide-eyed at her father's genitals in astonishment.

I leaned forward and saw that my father-in-law's penis was already erect.

"Oh, what's wrong with that? Dad hasn't been with a woman in so many years. Your stimulation is just a normal physiological reaction, isn't it?" My father-in-law nodded quickly, understanding. "This girl, so easily flustered," Yao Ke said, still somewhat bewildered. "Dad, why is your thing so big? It wasn't...it wasn't that big just now," I said, afraid he'd lose face. "Doesn't that mean Dad's health is good?" "Oh," Yao Ke replied, seemingly understanding.

"Quick, apply some shower gel. Why are you making such a fuss over a bath?" I complained to Yao Ke.

At this moment, as if waking from a dream, Yao Ke finally withdrew her eyes from her father-in-law's penis and began applying shower gel to his upper body.

But I could see that Yao Ke's eyes were still somewhat unfocused, her gaze frequently drifting back to his erect and purplish penis.

Yao Ke seemed somewhat absent-minded while applying shower gel to her father-in-law's upper body, and her movements were a bit erratic.

But her father-in-law didn't say anything.

When Yao Ke finally finished washing her father-in-law's upper body and was about to apply shower gel to his lower body, I saw that she was at a loss.

"W-how do I wash him, sister-in-law?" Yao Ke asked me pleadingly.

"You wash your son the same way you wash your father," I said with a smile, repeating the same thing.

I watched as Yao Ke, her hands covered in shower gel, seemed to grit her teeth, close her eyes, and grab at the old man's penis—

"Ouch—" My father-in-law let out a cry of pain, startling Yao Ke, who quickly let go. My father-in-law was in so much pain that his back was bent.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong?" Yao Ke and I called out anxiously to my father-in-law.

"You grabbed my balls—"

As soon as my father-in-law said this, I immediately laughed so hard that I bent over. Looking down, I saw that his erect penis had already gone limp.

Seeing me laughing like that, Yao Ke also laughed, while my father-in-law was left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

So I pressed my advantage, saying, "Coco, you've really messed up this time. You've made Dad's thing hard. I just wanted you to help Dad take a bath, but you ended up giving Dad a neutering operation!" Everyone laughed as soon as I said that, and my father-in-law didn't seem to be in as much pain as before.

"Dad, does it still hurt? Can you still get it up?" At this point, Yao Ke no longer had any reservations. She grabbed my father-in-law's penis and slowly pulled the foreskin back down. Stimulated by her daughter, his penis slowly hardened again.

"Dad, it's okay, you're hard again!" Yao Ke said, even helping her father masturbate.

"Coco, no, no, Dad can't take it!" "Dad, I just wanted to see if there was anything wrong, if I could get it hard like before." Yao Ke childishly played with her father's penis, right in front of me. I thought of how embarrassed I was then, watching my father-in-law's penis gradually thicken and darken in Yao Ke's hands.

"Dad, it's okay, does it still hurt?" Yao Ke asked, pinching her father's penis.

But I saw that her father-in-law's penis suddenly became thicker, and I knew this was a sign that he was about to ejaculate.

"Ah, Dad, why did Dad ejaculate?" This was Yao Ke's exclamation.

A mature and beautiful daughter pinching and stroking her father's penis, how many fathers could not ejaculate?

Actually, I didn't expect the situation to repeat itself.

Her father-in-law's semen was ejaculated on his daughter's body, and Yao Ke, pinching her father's penis, was nervously at a loss.

All three of them fell silent, and only her father-in-law's heavy breathing could be heard.

After a moment of embarrassment, I took the showerhead and went to the front to wash her father-in-law's body, while Yao Ke blushed and didn't know what to do.

"Keke, there's nothing strange about it. Don't even mention Dad, who can stand such stimulation from you?" "Sigh," her father-in-law sighed.

"Hurry up and come help!" I shouted at Yao Ke.

Yao Ke responded and came over. Seeing that my showerhead was pointing at my father-in-law's chest, she hurriedly started wiping him with her hands. Slowly, she moved the showerhead towards his groin area. Yao Ke hesitated for a moment, then used the water to wash his pubic hair, penis, and surrounding area.

At this moment, his penis hadn't completely softened, and with his daughter's caresses, it began to rise.

"Dad, why are you still hard? It's so annoying," Yao Ke muttered.

[To be continued]
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