Gu Jia from "Nothing But Thirty"

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Gu Jia gave birth a month ago, her identity changing from a career woman to a housewife.
Although the rapid change in identity made Gu Jia somewhat unaccustomed, she wasn't unhappy at all. After all, for someone from a single-parent family, a happy family is the most important thing in her heart.
However, recently a small problem has been bothering her: engorgement.
After giving birth, her breasts, which weren't particularly large to begin with, have become even larger.
Perhaps because she was worried about not having enough milk before giving birth, she cooked all sorts of crucian carp soups and even prepared lactation-promoting recipes, resulting in the current situation where her baby is too small to eat.
In the morning, after cleaning the kitchen, Gu Jia took an empty glass back to the bedroom.
Glancing at her son who was sleeping soundly, Gu Jia unbuttoned her top, lifted her white bra, and a pair of snow-white, high breasts sprang out. Her bright red nipples aligned with the breast pump that was already placed there. With one hand holding the breast pump against her breast, she skillfully turned on the breast pump with the other. A month of use had made her quite adept at it.
The electric breast pump sent waves of sucking and pressing sensations through her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, like a thousand hands caressing and soothing her. Gu Jia couldn't help but
let out a soft "hum." This was just the beginning. Because her milk supply was so plentiful, each pumping session took more than fifteen minutes. The tingling sensation spread rapidly, and Gu Jia unconsciously placed her other hand on her other breast, gently pinching the erect nipple with her index finger and thumb. Milk splattered, filling the air with its sweet aroma.
Some of the splattered milk landed on Gu Jia's cotton pajamas, while some flowed down her fingers, forming streams that trickled down her delicate waist, sending a tingling, almost unbearable sensation through her skin. Finally, the time was up.
Gu Jia switched her right breast to the electric breast pump and turned it on again.
However, the tingling sensation didn't subside; instead, it surged like a tidal wave crashing against Gu Jia's soul. A resonance seemed to resonate within her, and Gu Jia could feel the warm stream flowing outside.
"Hmm...humph..."
Gu Jia unconsciously came out, her free left hand unconsciously loosening the elastic band of her pajama bottoms, her five fingers exploring the soft, silky pubic hair. Finally... just as Gu Jia's middle finger was about to press against that wet, tender spot,
"Ding-dong, ding-dong."
The doorbell rang from inside the house, startling Gu Jia awake.
"Dad, wait a minute."
Gu Jia knew it was her father, Gu Jinghong, returning from grocery shopping. Ignoring the fact that she hadn't completely expressed the milk from her right breast, she quickly turned off the breast pump, pulled down her white bra, buttoned her pajamas, grabbed two tissues from the vanity, cleaned up the spilled milk, and hurriedly got up to leave the bedroom to open the door for her father.
The door opened, and Gu Jinghong emerged from the elevator carrying two large bags of groceries.
"Dad, why did you buy fish again? Didn't I tell you you weren't going to make fish soup?" Gu Jia complained. “You just gave birth, and I was thinking of giving you some nourishment. Besides, don’t you love my fish soup the most?” Gu Jinghong replied to himself, looking at his daughter’s beautiful face with affection. Little did he know that his daughter didn’t want to drink the fish soup because she had too much breast milk. “Okay, okay, as long as you don’t mind.”
Gu Jia lost her mother at a young age and had a deep attachment to her father, so she naturally didn’t mind.
Gu Jia bent down to take the bag full of vegetables from Gu Jinghong’s hand. A milky fragrance wafted into Gu Jinghong’s nostrils. Because Gu Jia had rushed to open the door, she had only buttoned the bottom few buttons of her pajamas. In addition, her breast binder was already loose, and her breasts had become enlarged after childbirth. When Gu Jia bent over, almost half of her breasts were exposed. A patch of snow-white skin immediately caught Gu Jinghong’s eye. The deep cleavage accompanied by the faint milky fragrance made Gu Jinghong’s aroused.
Just then, Gu Jia bent down and caught a glimpse of her father's prominent erection beneath his thin trousers. She then noticed her own half-exposed breast, and her face flushed crimson. She quickly grabbed the bag and turned to go back inside. Gu Jinghong
blushed even more. It was embarrassing enough to have an arousal in front of his daughter, but to be caught red-handed like that, he hesitated at the door.
Gu Jia put the groceries in the kitchen, buttoned up her pajamas, and seeing her father still standing at the door, she felt a surge of embarrassment and annoyance.
She felt guilty for not being considerate of her father. He had remained single all these years to care for her. As a child, she could say she didn't understand, but now that she was a mother herself, her father had always been so lonely and uncaring, and he didn't even know how to address his physical needs. She had never cared about him.
"Dad, come in quickly,"
Gu Jia said with a smile, her eyes slightly red, as she straightened her clothes. She secretly vowed to find her father a companion.
Gu Jinghong bent down to change into slippers, replying to ease the awkwardness, "You're becoming more and more like your mother."
After saying that, he felt something was off, and the awkwardness intensified.
"Dad, I'm going to take a shower. Ziyan just peed on me." Ziyan was Gu Jia's son, and Gu Jia lied to ease the embarrassment. Actually, she was almost completely soaked and very uncomfortable because of the milk splashing everywhere and the urge from the breast pump. "Okay." Gu Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to avoid the awkwardness for the time being.
Gu Jinghong returned to his room, still feeling something was amiss. Suddenly, it dawned on him—right, you can't shower during postpartum confinement! Gu Jinghong rushed to the living room to stop Gu Jia from showering, but just then saw the bathroom door closed. Gu Jinghong swallowed his words. Gu Jia grabbed two changes of clothes and went into the bathroom, taking off her pajamas and then her already soaking wet lace-trimmed black panty, which contained two curly hairs and a long, glistening liquid. Gu Jia tossed the clothes into the laundry basket and went into the shower. The sound of running water, the warm shower air, and a blush rising on her fair skin—everything was so beautiful. Her pair of snow-white breasts stood high and firm, like exquisite jade bowls inverted on her body; her round, pert buttocks, her straight and shapely legs, and her lush, thick pubic hair... Gu Jia felt a pang of self-pity. Even she herself couldn't help but feel tenderness towards such a body, so why did he always finish so quickly, in just a few minutes? Since becoming pregnant and giving birth, she and her husband, Xu Huanshan, hadn't had sex even once. During her pregnancy, it was understandable, as it wasn't convenient, but it had been a month since she gave birth. She had hinted to her husband several times, but Xu Huanshan had always used the excuse of being too tired to refuse. Thinking of this, Gu Jia couldn't help but feel a little disheartened. The scent of shampoo mixed with shower gel wafted from Gu Jia's slender fingers as she rubbed her breasts, moving down her neck, collarbone, back, waist, buttocks, thighs, calves, and ankles. Finally, her right hand, still carrying the fresh scent of shower gel, touched her mons pubis. Her index finger brushed against the rice-grain-like opening, causing a slight itch. Gu Jia felt her body becoming increasingly sensitive. The recently receded flow instantly began to overflow again. Three fingers caressed her large vulva, the two butterfly-like wings being held between her fingers, her middle finger quietly reaching towards the warm area. "Mmm...mmm..." Gu Jia's left hand stroked her breasts, then reached behind her, down her buttocks to her anus. Gu Jia never imagined she would one day need to use self-defense to relieve her physical desire. Her two middle fingers met at her anus.
At this moment, Gu Jia's mind was filled with the image of her father, Gu Jinghong, raising his erect penis high at the doorway. Her father's must be enormous, Gu Jia thought, and her fingers began to move. "Mmm...oh..." Fortunately, Gu Jia's voice was masked by the sound of the rain. Her father actually felt something for her; although she felt a little ashamed, there was also a sweetness. In her father's eyes, she was finally a woman. All along, her father had only loved her deceased mother. Although Gu Jia was proud of her father, she also felt a little jealous. After all, how happy a woman would be to have such a lover, while she could only be his daughter. Gu Jia had always had a deep attachment to Gu Jinghong; after all, they had relied on each other for so many years. However, this love was too profound, pulling the father and daughter further and further apart, because they were both afraid of becoming a burden to each other. Gu Jia didn't know why she was thinking of her father at this moment, but the door deep within her heart seemed to have been opened. Her right middle finger moved rapidly, as if trying to drain her soul, surging like a spring, even as the shower water poured down. Finally, after a low, melodious chant, Gu Jia experienced her long-awaited moment. A white bath towel wrapped around Gu Jia's full and shapely body, a white headscarf rolled up her long, black hair, and her fair, jade-like shoulders were exposed, revealing her slender, silky neck and delicate, beautiful collarbones. Above, her pretty, slender face, pink and luscious red lips, high and delicate nose, and long, unadorned, willow-leaf eyebrows, along with large, bright eyes brimming with tears, were captivating. "Wah..." A cry rang out. Gu Jia, who hadn't had time to apply any makeup or change her clothes, rushed to her bedroom in just the bath towel. For a mother, her child is her whole world. As soon as she entered the bedroom, she bumped into her father, Gu Jinghong, who had come from the kitchen. Without thinking, Gu Jia quickly picked up her son. "Oh dear, he's pooped again," Gu Jia said to herself, then turned her son over and removed his diaper. Gu Jia's son couldn't use disposable diapers. They'd tried several brands, but all the diapers caused allergic reactions. The doctor only said the child had sensitive skin and there was no other way but to revert to cloth diapers. Just then, Gu Jinghong picked up a dry diaper that was prepared nearby and handed it to her. Gu Jia took it and wrapped her son in it. After changing the diaper, seeing her son still crying, she lifted the left corner of the bath towel and put her nipple in his mouth. Gu Jinghong was looking down, sorting through the pile of used diapers. The moment he looked up, he saw his daughter Gu Jia lifting the white bath towel, revealing another striking glimpse of white skin, tinged with a hint of pink. He quickly turned away. "I'll go wash these diapers,"
Gu Jinghong said, then gathered the diapers and walked out of Gu Jia's bedroom.
"Dad, no need. Just leave them there, I'll wash them later,"
Gu Jia said, not wanting her father to always be tired.
"It's nothing, Dad's just doing some chores, it makes me happy."
Gu Jinghong had already left the bedroom. That glimpse of fair skin and rosy cheeks was too dazzling, still stimulating Gu Jinghong's nerves. For the first time, Gu Jinghong felt that his daughter had really grown up, and was now fair and large.
"You beast," Gu Jinghong cursed himself inwardly, then composed himself and went into the bathroom
. Soon the diapers were washed, and Gu Jinghong looked up and saw the clothes in the laundry basket, thinking he'd wash them all together.
After all, his daughter had just given birth, so it was best to keep her dry. Gu Jia had always told him that pure cotton clothes should be hand-washed, and he remembered that well.
He picked up Gu Jia's pajamas and put them in the basin, then went to get her pajama bottoms, when Gu Jinghong
froze. A black lace-trimmed bra caught his eye, its two erect nipples swaying, glistening with a slightly slippery liquid, and moist.
Gu Jinghong's... well, it instantly hardened.
Gu Jinghong's hands trembled as he picked up Gu Jia's vagina. The unique scent of a woman's genitals filled his nostrils—a scent he had forgotten for over a decade, a scent he hadn't smelled since his wife's passing.
At that moment, all the repression he had suppressed for years while caring for Gu Jia burst forth. Gu Jinghong trembled as he held Gu Jia's vagina to his nose, inhaling the irresistible aroma.
He recalled his daughter's snow-white, pink breasts when he first entered the room, and the glaring crimson of Gu Jia breastfeeding. Gu Jinghong could no longer control himself.
His daughter's appearance began to overlap with his wife's; he could no longer distinguish between them.
Gu Jinghong trembled as he pulled away from his own penis, which sprang forth, leaning against the bathroom sink. Using his right hand, which had held his daughter's vagina, he slipped it onto his own. Gu Jinghong's penis grew even larger, not at all like that of a man in his fifties.
His thick, long penis, tinged with bluish-purple and blood-red, resembled the head of a rattlesnake, eerily dynamic.
It seemed that the prey it had its sights on was destined only to be captured.
Gu Jia pressed against Gu Jinghong's, and Gu Jinghong began to stroke up and down. The pre-ejaculate secreted from his urethra mingled with the trace of vaginal fluid on Gu Jia's body, and Gu Jinghong began to breathe heavily.
"Ah...ah..."
Gu Jinghong exerted all his strength.
When Gu Jia finished feeding her son, she found that he had already fallen asleep again. At this age, the basic life of a toddler is basically eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.
Gu Jia suddenly remembered that her body was still in the bathroom, and it wouldn't be good if her father saw it. She quickly put on a nightgown over her bath towel and walked towards the bathroom.
Gu Jinghong only left the bathroom door ajar, not closed it.
Just two meters from the bathroom door, Gu Jia heard a heavy breathing. Gu Jia's steps were already light, and she slowed down even more. Through the crack in the door, Gu Jia looked inside.
Gu Jinghong was vigorously stroking himself, while Gu Jia's breasts were being turned up and down. Gu Jia was so shocked that her mouth gaped open. It was the first time she had ever seen her father's breasts; they were more than twice the size of Xu Huanshan's, and significantly thicker, indescribably
ferocious and eerie. Occasionally, a large, purplish-red clitoris would peek out from between her breasts, exuding an unspeakable arrogance and domineering power.
Gu Jia felt her previously withdrawn breasts being attacked again, accompanied by an itchy, wet, and silky sensation.
Time passed, and gradually Gu Jinghong's stroking became faster and faster, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.
"Oh..."
Finally, after a long moan, a thick stream gushed out, most of it absorbed by Gu Jia's black lace, with a small portion shooting out through the gaps onto the floor-to-ceiling glass opposite the sink.
Gu Jinghong finally poured out his pent-up emotions from over ten years ago. Looking at his daughter's clothes in his hands, a wave of shame washed over him. He threw the contents into the basin, slapped himself twice, then put on his clothes and knelt down to wash Gu Jia's clothes.
Gu Jia, outside, secretly watched a single tear fall from her father's cheek as he washed her clothes. She quietly retreated to her bedroom.
After changing into sportswear, Gu Jia went to the kitchen to cook. Her father had always made fish soup for her, and today she wanted to make it for him.
She didn't feel that her father had molested her; she was just a little sad for him.
Gu Jinghong finished washing Gu Jia's clothes, washing them several more times until he felt they were completely clean, without a trace of his own. After hanging
the clothes to dry, Gu Jinghong left the bathroom. Seeing his tall and beautiful daughter busy in the kitchen, Gu Jinghong cursed himself even more, thinking he was worse than an animal. What a wonderful daughter! He would make sure she was happy for the rest of her life. Composing himself, Gu Jinghong walked towards the kitchen.
“Go and rest, let Dad cook lunch.” Gu Jinghong said, reaching for the spatula from Gu Jia’s hand. “Dad, please let me cook this once. You’ve always cooked for me, let me treat you today.” Gu Jia pushed Gu Jinghong out of the kitchen. Gu Jinghong had no choice, but he couldn’t stay idle, so he went to Gu Jia’s bedroom to tidy up. There he saw the breast pump on the dressing table and a glass next to it. He didn’t recognize a breast pump and thought it was a heater or something, so he poured the milk from the container into the glass, then took the still-warm glass to the kitchen, intending to give it to Gu Jia. Gu Jia blushed when she saw the glass Gu Jinghong handed her. This wasn’t cow’s milk, it was her own breast milk. “Dad, look, it’s cold now, I don’t want to drink it, you can pour it away.” After saying that, her face burned again, and she turned back to continue cooking. "What a pity." People of Gu Jinghong's generation had an inexplicable affection for food, especially milk, which they couldn't bear to waste. With that, he drank it all in one gulp. Gu Jia turned her head and saw her father drinking her breast milk, her face burning even more. But what's done is done, and she couldn't say it was her breast milk, so she could only pretend not to know. After Gu Jinghong finished drinking, he muttered to himself, "What kind of milk is this? The taste is strange." Gu Jia's face turned even redder, thinking: Your daughter's milk. But she didn't dare to answer.
A meal was quickly prepared. Since it was just the father and daughter, Gu Jia only made two simple vegetarian dishes and a fish soup before serving it. Considering her father's age, the dishes were mainly light. Although she had just witnessed Gu Jinghong masturbating, he had drunk a large glass of her breast milk and a fish soup, enough to make him energetic again.
Looking at the food on the table, Gu Jinghong felt a different kind of emotion. He had vented his frustrations on his daughter, yet she was meticulously preparing a meal for him, making him feel somewhat ashamed.
Father and daughter, each lost in their own thoughts, ate in silence, the food delicious and fragrant. Both were quiet people, and seeing her father so engrossed in his meal, Gu Jia tried to break the awkward silence by saying, "Dad, Huanshan is away on a business trip today. Why don't you come and stay for a while and take care of me?" Although Gu Jia had a bedroom reserved for Gu Jinghong, he rarely stayed there, only occasionally resting at noon and usually returning to his own home in the evenings.
"Okay, I'll go back and pack tonight and come over tomorrow," Gu Jinghong replied.
Gu Jinghong had always felt guilty about neglecting Gu Jia; her mother had passed away early, and Gu Jia had been boarding at school since high school. Gu Jia's in-laws were both abroad, and they only returned once, for the baby's one-month celebration, before rushing back overseas. Her daughter had always been understanding and wouldn't make any demands. Before, Xu Huanshan was there, but now that he was away on a business trip, she couldn't refuse, Gu Jinghong thought.
"I need to get vaccinated tomorrow morning, so don't go back today. Besides, I'm scared to be home alone," Gu Jia began to feign pitifulness. Actually, she deliberately didn't tell Gu Jinghong about Xu Huanshan's business trip before he came, because she didn't want him to bring clothes. She planned to take her father to the mall tomorrow to buy some new clothes, so that Gu Jinghong wouldn't refuse her every time she tried to take him shopping.
Gu Jinghong was unaware of Gu Jia's plans and could only think of finishing his business early tomorrow before going home.
"Okay, how long is Huanshan's business trip this time?" Gu Jinghong asked. Actually, Xu Huanshan rarely went on business trips, because his and Gu Jia's fireworks factory's business was mostly local, less than once or twice a year.
"It seems like it'll take about a month. There's a bidding process in Shanxi for some kind of fireworks festival. If this deal goes through, it could take the company's business to a new level," Gu Jia replied.
"That's good." Gu Jinghong fell silent again. He always felt somewhat helpless when it came to communicating with his daughter.
Halfway through the meal, the sound of their baby crying came from the bedroom again. Gu Jia quickly got up and went to the bedroom, returning a moment later with her son in her arms. The left side of her tracksuit was lifted up, revealing Xu Ziyan's little head happily suckling at her breast, a glimpse of white skin peeking out. Gu Jinghong felt a little awkward. He wanted to turn away, but felt that would be too deliberate. After all, this awkward situation wouldn't be the only one in the next month, so he could only pretend nothing was wrong and continue eating.
Gu Jia ate the rest of her food while breastfeeding her son, suddenly remembering that her father had just drunk her breast milk, and a strange feeling welled up inside her.
The family, three mouths to feed, each eating their own meal.
Gu Jinghong ate his meal in silence, finishing it in a few bites. Thinking of helping his daughter, he got up to take the child so Gu Jia could eat properly.
"Let me do it," Gu Jinghong said, but halfway through his reach, he noticed Gu Jia had already placed Xu Ziyan's head on her right breast to nurse. The baby was asleep, and her left breast was still covered by her clothes, exposing her snow-white, high breast. The rosy nipples, after being suckled by the infant, appeared even more delicate and tender, leaving Gu Jinghong speechless. Last time it was just a fleeting glimpse, but now he had a complete view of his daughter's left breast.
Seeing her father's embarrassed expression, Gu Jia was momentarily lost in thought. To ease her father's awkwardness, she quickly took her son from her breast. At this moment, Xu Ziyan's little head left Gu Jia's right breast, leaving both breasts completely exposed to Gu Jinghong's eyes. The snow-white, pink breasts, carrying a faint milky fragrance, swayed gently as Gu Jia handed the child over, dazzling and captivating.
Gu Jinghong quickly took the child, one large hand cradling the baby's breast, the other supporting the neck and head. His body was both embarrassed and afraid of hurting the child; his fingers trembled slightly. His slender left middle finger accidentally lifted a bright red nipple on the left breast, wiggling it.
"Whoosh!" It felt as if an electric current had traveled from Gu Jinghong's left middle finger to Gu Jia's left nipple.
"Oh!" A soft cry escaped Gu Jia's lips, her snow-white body flushing crimson. With the swaying of her large left breast, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, accompanied by a surge of heat deep within, and a shiver ran through her.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment before quickly passing. Gu Jinghong didn't dare dwell on it, picking up his child and rushing to his bedroom.
Xu Ziyan was already asleep. Gu Jinghong placed his grandson on his bed, covered him with a corner of the blanket, and began to dispel the erotic thoughts in his mind. His daughter's actions just now had been too alluring; her snow-white breasts were so real and dazzling, and his erection, already hard as steel, was now drooping.
Gu Jia, on the other hand, had already straightened her clothes. The blush on her face was gradually fading. Her body was too sensitive; even her father's unintentional touch had caused a small arousal. She couldn't help but think about what it would feel like for her father to be masturbating in the bathroom earlier.
"Pah, pah, shameless," she cursed herself inwardly for fantasizing about her own father. Gu Jia composed herself and went to Gu Jinghong's bedroom. Some awkwardness needed to be resolved immediately; the longer it dragged on, the more awkward it would become.
"Dad, can I come in?" Gu Jia knocked on the door and asked. “Come in,” Gu Jinghong replied.
Gu Jia pushed open the door and entered, seeing her father sitting on the edge of the bed, and sat down beside him.
“Dad, can we talk?” Gu Jia sat down next to Gu Jinghong and said.
“I’m sorry,” Gu Jinghong turned his face away, somewhat ashamed.
“Dad, don’t say that.” Before Gu Jinghong could speak, she added, “It’s not your fault.” Gu Jinghong was silent, then turned his head to look at Gu Jia, feeling both ashamed and touched.
“Dad, do you know? Actually, I’ve always wanted to have a good talk with you.” Gu Jia opened up.
“For so many years, you’ve raised me alone. Because of the difference between men and women, many barriers have arisen. When I first got my period, I didn’t dare tell you and could only endure it silently. I was also afraid of feeling awkward meeting you, so I started living in a dormitory. Later, in college, and then when I met and married Xu Huanshan, our communication became less and less. We cared for each other but were also distant, growing further and further apart. We should have been the closest people in the world.” Gu Jia spoke eloquently.
“No matter what, I have to get this straight today. It’s just looking at breasts, right? You’ve seen that part of my body when I was little, haven’t you? I know you don’t want to be a burden to me, that’s why you won’t come and live with me or hire a nanny. But do you know how much I want you to be a burden to me? I don’t want you to just stand far away, watching me be happy from afar. I want to be happy with you. I want to tell you that even though you’ve lost your mother, you still have me.” Gu Jia finished speaking and burst into tears, hugging Gu Jinghong tightly.
Gu Jinghong listened to his daughter’s words, tears streaming down his face. He gently patted Gu Jia’s sobbing shoulder with one hand and hugged her back with the other.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I made you swallow your pride and talk to me like this.” Gu Jinghong said.
“I’ve never been a good father. I don’t understand a daughter’s feelings. I knew you were menstruating back then, but I was too ashamed to tell you. Now that you’re grown up, I only think about not being a burden to you. I was wrong.” Gu Jinghong choked out.
"I don't blame you, Dad. As long as we're okay with each other from now on, we can talk about anything, okay?" Gu Jia hugged her father even tighter, her high breasts pressed firmly against Gu Jinghong's chest.
"Do you know how much I love you? I never want to be separated from you again, never want to push each other away because of awkwardness." Gu Jia continued softly, her chin resting on Gu Jinghong's shoulder, her long hair caressing his cheek.
"Okay, Dad will listen to you." Feeling the softness from her breasts, Gu Jinghong's voice became a little hurried. There was no way around it, Gu Jia was just too close.
Gu Jinghong felt his erection, which had just subsided, begin to rise again. Gu Jia's faint fragrance seemed to invade his soul, her high breasts were so soft, he could even feel the two mounds.
"Dad, can I sit on your lap? Like when you held me when I was little." Gu Jia said emotionally.
Gu Jinghong was currently struggling to suppress his erection. Hearing Gu Jia's words, he was about to refuse when he realized she had no intention of discussing it with him. She had already wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself up, and sat on his lap.
Suddenly, Gu Jinghong could no longer suppress it, and sprang up like an iron rod, pressing against the cleft of Gu Jia's buttocks.
Gu Jia's face flushed instantly. Feeling the hard, iron-like erection between her buttocks, Gu Jia knew what it was without even thinking, but she didn't want to leave.
"Daddy, you're so naughty," Gu Jia said shyly, turning her head and smiling.
"I'm sorry," Gu Jinghong felt a wave of shame and embarrassment.
"I know it's a normal physiological reaction for men, it's not Daddy's fault," Gu Jia said, then whispered in Gu Jinghong's ear, "Daddy, you must feel very uncomfortable usually." "Just bear with it," Gu Jinghong answered himself, looking down. He was already thrusting into Gu Jia's buttocks once more.
"Dad, have you ever thought about finding someone else?" Gu Jia asked, enduring the tingling sensation in her buttocks.
Gu Jinghong, with Gu Jia's arms wrapped around his neck, stroked her waist with one hand and pointed to his chest with the other, saying, "There's no room for anyone else here." "Can my daughter go in?" Gu Jia asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Silly girl, you and your mother are here." Gu Jinghong's words sounded somewhat proud, but his body was already hunching over, trying to suppress his growing arrogance. He could only pat Gu Jia with one hand and say, "Get up, Dad's legs are going numb." "No, just one more minute." Gu Jia pouted like she did when she was little, turning to the side and pressing her cheek against Gu Jinghong's chest, half of her breast against his body.
"Hug me." Gu Jia whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
Gu Jinghong endured the friction between his massive erection and his daughter's plump buttocks, his hands encircling Gu Jia's other armpits, the soft touch of her large breasts against his palms, as he held her tightly.
A minute passed, both short and long.
Finally, Gu Jia's plump buttocks left Gu Jinghong's legs, a lingering heat still present, and she stood up. Suddenly, Gu Jia squatted down beside Gu Jinghong again, gently patting his still-warm hand, comforting him, "You've worked hard, little one." She chuckled and walked towards the door.
"You're so disrespectful." Accompanied by his daughter Gu Jia's slightly ambiguous joke, Gu Jinghong laughed and scolded back, the years of estrangement between him and his daughter finally completely melting away
. A child's sleep always comes and goes quickly.
With a cry, Gu Jia had just left when she hurriedly returned to her father's bedroom.
Sitting by her father's bed, Gu Jia picked up her son, her eyes glancing coquettishly at her father, Gu Jinghong, who had just been at a loss with their son.
A cute phrase escaped her lips.
"Don't peek!"
she said, lifting the fabric over her left breast. Gu Jinghong didn't even have time to look away from Gu Jia. "
What's there to see?"
Gu Jinghong stammered, his old face still blushing slightly.
Gu Jia, while breastfeeding her son, glanced at her somewhat restrained father. Gu Jinghong's erection remained high, and Gu Jia's cheeks flushed slightly.
She said, somewhat reluctantly, "Dad, could you go to the bathroom?" Gu Jia blushed even more, lowered her head, her expression becoming increasingly shy, and her body tensed slightly, unconsciously shifting her crossed legs.
Gu Jia was already tall, and when she sat on the edge of the bed, her knees were almost parallel to the edge. She had changed into sportswear, and her skirt, which had just reached her knees, was now above them when she sat down. Gu Jinghong happened to look at her as her legs crossed.
"What...what?" Gu Jinghong asked, but the word "what" was barely audible, his gaze fixed on the crisscrossing of his daughter's snow-white legs in astonishment. That fleeting glimpse had turned his already serious face a deep purple. An image lingered in his mind: the dark, lush forest between his daughter Gu Jia's legs. "
A gift."
Gu Jia's voice was barely audible, oblivious to Gu Jinghong's reaction. His erection, seemingly about to burst forth, caused him to quickly rise and stoop as he left the room.
As Gu Jia looked up, she caught a glimpse of Gu Jinghong walking by, his hunched posture resembling that of a child caught doing something wrong, his bulge in his crotch even more imposing. She couldn't help but secretly smile, a radiant smile on her face.
Gu Jinghong went back into the bathroom, the place where he had just made love a few hours earlier. Looking around, he couldn't figure out what gift his daughter had given him. When he saw the laundry basket again, he was stunned once more.
A purple lace trim caught Gu Jinghong's eye. He was almost in disbelief, looking around again, but finding nothing else, his hand trembled as he picked up the purple trim. It was
glistening and silky smooth, half-wet in the middle, but there was nothing there; his daughter must have cleaned it off.
Recalling that fleeting glimpse of that dense thicket, Gu Jinghong finally understood what his daughter, Gu Jia, had been doing in that rush.
Gu Jia probably hadn't had time to find a new one before being called back by her grandson's cries.
Why would his daughter think of giving him hers as a gift? Was it simply because she wanted to see him suffering and help him, or did she discover he had taken hers and just go with the flow? Gu Jinghong felt it was more likely the latter. He
felt utterly humiliated.
He had used his own daughter's trim, and been caught.
On the other hand, his daughter was so kind; not only did she not blame him, but she also gave him another one of hers.
Whether to use it or not, holding his daughter's semen in his hands, a reaction from her, meant he had aroused her, and he wasn't old yet.
Thinking of Gu Jia's see-through skirt, that fleeting glimpse of something dark, Gu Jinghong's eyes reddened. Since his daughter had already discovered it, he was now a bad father, a molester to his daughter. Gu Jinghong felt a sense of resignation, unbuckling his belt again. His enormous member pressed against her small one, unable to be pulled down, so he pulled out his own from the side.
Holding Gu Jia's member, Gu Jinghong once again enveloped his own enormous member. His own semen mingled with his daughter's, merging once more. At this moment, Gu Jinghong felt no lewdness, even a touch of sanctity; this was a gift from his daughter, Gu Jia.
As he turned, Gu Jinghong's hands moved up and down, his own breasts so large that his two hands could barely grasp them. Images of his daughter's breasts, cherry-like nipples, pretty face, long neck, collarbone, and vulva flashed through his mind, accompanied by the faint, musky scent emanating from Gu Jia. Like an addict, Gu Jinghong masturbated passionately, as if it were his daughter, each thrust faster than the last. Half an hour later, Gu Jinghong finally fulfilled his daughter's wish, ejaculating hot streams that made his already wet body, stained with her fluids, even more moist.
Afterwards, for some reason, Gu Jinghong didn't wash his daughter as he had done before. Instead, he put the clothes, which were soaked with both of their fluids, back into the laundry basket, tidied his clothes, and left the bathroom.
Back in his bedroom, his daughter, Gu Jia, was still there, sleeping with her son nestled in her arms. Just as Gu Jinghong was about to push her out, Gu Jia turned around and asked him abruptly, "All done?" Gu Jinghong nodded subconsciously, then felt a wave of embarrassment. He was about to say sorry again
when Gu Jia's pretty face flushed slightly. She glared at Gu Jinghong and said, "Bad dad, don't say sorry again."
Gu Jinghong's eyes reddened, and he nodded heavily. "
You take care of the child, I'll cook."
Gu Jinghong composed himself, wanting to make up for his daughter's sacrifice. "
If you're tired, take a rest."
Gu Jia said softly, thinking that her father had masturbated twice. After all, he was getting old, and Xu Huanshan had fallen asleep immediately after just one time, needing several days to recover. "
No problem, Dad's strong."
Gu Jinghong patted his chest, quite proudly, and then closed the door and left.
Cooking was a piece of cake for someone like Gu Jinghong who lived alone for a long time. It was already close to five or six o'clock in the evening, and the May weather in Shanghai was most pleasant. Gu Jinghong hummed a long-forgotten tune and began to busy himself in the kitchen.
It was already seven o'clock when the food was served. Gu Jia had already taken her son to her bedroom. Gu Jinghong went over and saw the door was closed, so he knocked and said, "Jiajia, dinner's ready." "
Okay, just a moment,"
Gu Jia replied.
Gu Jinghong returned to the table and started serving the rice. A moment later, Gu Jia came over, her cheeks still slightly flushed. She held a cup full of milk and handed it to him, saying, "Dad, have some."
Gu Jinghong took the cup, feeling that it was still warm, and without thinking much, he gulped it down. After finishing, he savored it and said, "This milk is pretty good. Why don't you drink it? It just tastes a bit strange. What brand is it?" "Gu Jia's brand,"
Gu Jia replied.
"My daughter can make milk now."
Gu Jinghong's tone was slightly mocking, but he didn't think much of it.
Gu Jinghong was unaware that this was Gu Jia's breast milk. She had originally intended to throw it away, but considering her father's milk, she figured breast milk was better than formula, and besides, her father had already drunk her breast milk that morning. Although it felt strange, it was better than wasting it.
Gu Jia didn't explain, and the father and daughter enjoyed their meal together happily. Without the baby's interference, dinner was quickly finished. Watching her father busily clearing the table, Gu Jia felt genuinely happy and wanted to help, but her father wouldn't allow it, so she had no choice but to leave. Just as
Gu Jia was about to return to her bedroom, she suddenly remembered something, turned around, and went into the bathroom. Looking at her own bodily fluids in the laundry basket, Gu Jia was puzzled. Had her father not used them? No, upon closer inspection, Gu Jia noticed that her purple bodily fluids were much more wrinkled than before and seemed wetter.
Gu Jia gently lifted one with her index finger, and a sticky substance mixed in, emitting a chestnut blossom scent with a slightly fishy smell. The fluid was milky white with a hint of pale yellow. Was this her father's? Gu Jia felt a wave of shame as she looked at the body she had joined with, yet a deeper itch intensified.
She took some hand soap and began to rub it in. The soap, slippery as a fish, rolled around on her hands. The more she rubbed, the more unbearably itchy she felt, as if her father's body was swirling in her hands. Finally, it was clean and cooled. Gu Jia subconsciously smelled her palms; only the faint scent of hand soap remained. She sighed and went outside.
Gu Jinghong had finished cleaning the kitchen and was loitering in the living room. Seeing Gu Jia come out, their eyes met.
Gu Jia rolled her eyes at Gu Jinghong and said, "Bad dad."

[The End]

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