I seduced my dad.

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I quite enjoy reading articles or watching films about incest. Perhaps in this hypocritical society that preaches morality and ethics, it seems like an invisible liberation. Of course, I let it happen in my own life. That man—my father—was sleeping naked on my lap. I stroked my slightly protruding belly with one hand and ran my fingers through his graying hair with the other. I knew this immoral act deserved an end. At least for my mother, who had considered becoming a nun several times because of it. It all started after I moved back home after divorcing my husband… I didn't know what I lacked compared to Jianming—my ex-husband's mistress. No matter what I did, he wouldn't even touch me. After returning to my parents' house, I drank heavily almost every night. Temporary alcohol numbness became the best way to escape myself. Although I was divorced from Jianming, I knew I could never forget the days we spent together. That night, I drank a lot. The high alcohol concentration made it impossible for me to concentrate, but that was exactly what I wanted. "Xiaomin, look at the state you've become!" My father said angrily as I struggled up the stairs and entered the house. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was past two. "Dad! Didn't you go to Auntie's to sleep?!" I looked at my father, smiling foolishly. This was the first time I'd seen my father stay home at night since I moved in over a month ago. I'd known since I was fourteen that my father, who worked in construction, had a mistress. My mother always said that my current state was all my father's fault. "Is Mom asleep?!" "She said she's going to stay at a temple in the mountains for a few days!" My father said casually, looking at the newspaper. Seeing the play light on the VCR above the TV, and the TV showing an HBO video, I knew my father had rented some adult tapes to watch again. Jianming was very much like my father in this respect. I remembered that two months after our marriage, I got up in the middle of the night to pee and found Jianming in the living room, watching a video and masturbating. (Men can be a bit perverted.) This thought was the conclusion I reached after my surprised question to Jianming. As I thought about it, my genitals became unusually wet. "I'm going to sleep." I thought I needed a undisturbed space to satisfy my physical needs, just like my father. I hadn't walked far when a strong surge of stomach acid rushed into my throat, and I frantically searched for something to vomit. Seeing this, my father quickly grabbed the trash can beside him and came towards me. "Look at you..." My father's loud voice startled me from my tearful eyes. I wiped the residue from my lips, looked at my father covered in vomit, and weakly said sorry. "That's enough!" My father left angrily after helping me into the room. I don't know how long I lay there, but the alcohol fermented again, strongly stimulating my muddled brain, and the intense urge to vomit made me rush from the room into the bathroom. Of course, I didn't care about my father showering in the bathroom. I vomited uncontrollably, clinging to the toilet seat, and slumped weakly to the floor beside the bathtub. Looking at my father, who sat there blankly, tears streamed down my face like a faucet turned off. "Dad! Dad… I'm so sad," I murmured. "Jianming ignores me, he doesn't touch me. Am I really that bad?!" As I spoke, I ripped open my half-wet shirt and forcefully pulled my bra down from my shoulders to my elbows, my breasts popping out. I held them, looking at my father as I spoke. Although they weren't huge, they hadn't changed their firm shape over time—at least, that's what I always thought. "Dad! Am I really that underdeveloped?" I crawled to my father, who sat blankly in the bathtub, and before he could answer, I grabbed his hand and stroked my breasts. "Am I small? Dad! Tell me, why does Jianming go out and find other women? Aren't they firm enough?" "Xiaomin! You… never mind, don't think about it anymore. Feelings are hard to explain." My father seemed a little embarrassed, swallowing hard. I pulled my hand away and said, "Even you hate me!" I leaned against the wall and cried hysterically. "What do I lack compared to other women!" I said, pulling down my skirt. "Xiaomin! What are you doing?!" My father raised his voice, warning me to continue. "Dad! I'm your daughter, don't you even want to look at my body?!" I stubbornly ignored my father's reaction and continued to take off my underwear. "Dad! Tell me. You have so many women, how am I any different from other women! Look, I use it to pee just like everyone else, don't I?" I used both hands to forcefully spread my labia, letting my vulva open wide and spraying golden urine. "Min'er, this is bad for your health. Go back to your room and change your clothes, go to sleep!" My father came out of the bathtub, squatted down beside me and hugged me, as if afraid I would do something else. "I don't want to!" I collapsed weakly onto my father's lap, my arms wrapped around his waist. The alcohol-induced headache forced me to rub my face against his thighs to try and reduce the effects of the alcohol. Perhaps it was the series of actions that aroused my father. Suddenly, I noticed his penis throbbing upwards like a spring. Whether it was due to the alcohol or my desire to prove something, I gently licked his penis with the tip of my tongue. My father trembled as if he had been electrocuted, then quickly pushed my head away. "Xiaomin! You... go back to your room and sleep, hurry up." "Dad! I want it. I haven't done it in so long." I pushed my father's hands away and pressed him to the ground. "Xiaomin... this is wrong." My father struggled to support himself on the floor, looking at me with some confusion. I ignored my father's concerns and forgot about societal norms. My hands moved from his thighs to his crotch, stroking his penis back and forth. To be honest, I still can't figure out why I was so bold back then. The lewd atmosphere warmed the lust burning in my heart. The alternation of oral sex and masturbation made my father give up trying to persuade me, and he slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bathtub, holding my head, his legs wide open, enjoying my service. Seeing my father's dark penis unusually hard, I was quite surprised that he still had so much energy. I used the tip of my tongue to continuously circle the nerve granules at the tip of his glans, licking along the blood vessels on his penis from top to bottom. My father's penis wasn't as thick as my husband Jianming's, but what I found interesting was a medium-sized mole on his penis, with a few short, thick hairs growing from it. I curiously touched it with my hand, and it was a little prickly. "Auntie must be very happy," I smiled wickedly. At the same time, I grasped my father's penis and guided it into my already wet and eager honey hole. The moment the glans penetrated, I was so moved that I wanted to cry. The long-lost feeling of physical intimacy was so fascinating. I forcefully lowered my waist, intensely curious to feel that penis, resembling a sheep's eye ring, through my vagina. When my long-dormant vagina felt a tearing pleasure, I realized that it wasn't just men who were perverted. "Oh! Dad...so good!" I cried out in satisfaction as my labia parted. "Let's go back to the room!" Dad said, one arm around my buttocks, the other supporting my back, as he lifted me up. Hungry and thirsty, I didn't care if Dad could hold me. As he walked, I swayed my hips, enjoying the vibrations from his footsteps. Seeing my wanton behavior, Dad slapped my buttocks while thrusting his hips in rhythm with my movements. "Dad, hit me! I'm a bad daughter!" I cried out passionately with each slap. "You slut!" Dad placed me on the bed and began thrusting his penis forcefully. The scraping sensation from Dad's rapid in-and-out movements brought me to an orgasm I hadn't experienced in a long time. Slightly warm and wet, my father smiled contentedly. "How does it feel?" Dad slowed his thrusts and whispered in my ear. "So good." I blinked. "Dad, that mole of yours... it feels so good..." "There's more." Dad said with a lewd grin, seeing my wanton state. Then he stiffened his body and gradually increased the speed of his hip and waist movements, changing the way his penis thrust from large in-and-out strokes to deep, dense friction. The continuous impact on my cervix and the itching of my vaginal walls quickly made me feel the prelude to another orgasm. I couldn't help but raise my buttocks to meet Dad's. "Harder... Dad... faster!" I cried out. A pleasure like smoking marijuana quickly traveled from the end of my spine to my brain. "Oh..." I hugged Dad's waist tightly and cried out the pleasure after the orgasm. After being attacked by my vaginal fluid, Dad's glans continued to swell slightly, and I knew I was about to receive my white baptism. "Xiaomin...I...I'm...coming..." Dad quickly pulled out his penis and leaned forward into my mouth. I quickly took his penis into my mouth, feeling his little brother playfully trembling and spurting out gushes of thick semen. "Xiaomin...that's great," Dad shouted while rubbing his penis. I looked at my father, with...My tongue licked the semen residue from my face. A slight tremor ran through me, but what's done is done; let it run its course! Don't you think so?! I quite enjoy reading articles or watching films about incest. Perhaps in this hypocritical society that preaches morality, it seems like an invisible liberation. Of course, I let it happen in my life too. That man—my father—was sleeping naked on my lap. I stroked my slightly protruding belly with one hand and ran my fingers through his graying hair with the other. I knew this immoral mistake deserved an end. At least for my mother, who had considered becoming a nun several times because of it. It all started after I divorced my husband and moved back home… I don't know what I lacked compared to Jianming—my ex-husband's mistress. No matter what I tried, he wouldn't even touch me. After returning to my parents' house, I drank heavily almost every night; temporary alcohol numbness became the best way to escape myself. Although I divorced Jianming, I knew I could never forget the days we spent together. That night, I drank quite a bit. The alcohol concentration was so high that I couldn't concentrate, but that was exactly what I wanted. "Xiaomin, look at the state you've become!" My father said angrily as I struggled up the stairs and into the house. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was past two. "Dad! Didn't you go to Auntie's to sleep?!" I looked at my father, smiling foolishly. This was the first time I'd seen my father stay home at night since I moved back home over a month ago. I'd known since I was fourteen that my father, who worked in construction, had a mistress. My mother always said that my current state was all my father's fault. "Is Mom asleep?!" "She said she's going to stay at a temple in the mountains for a few days!" My father said casually, looking at the newspaper. Seeing the play light on the VCR above the TV, and the TV showing an HBO movie, I knew my father had rented some adult tapes to watch again. Jianming was quite like my father in this respect. I remember about two months after our wedding, I woke up in the middle of the night to urinate because I needed to, and found Jianming in the living room watching a video and masturbating. (Men can be a bit perverted.) This was the conclusion I had reached after questioning Jianming in surprise. As I thought about it, my genitals became unusually wet. "I'm going to sleep," I said. I thought I needed a private space to relieve myself, just like my father. I hadn't taken more than a few steps when a strong surge of stomach acid rushed up my throat, and I frantically searched for something to vomit. Seeing this, my father quickly grabbed the trash can and came to me. "Look at you..." My father's loud voice startled me from my tearful eyes. I wiped the residue from my lips, looked at my father who was covered in vomit, and weakly said sorry. "That's enough!" My father left angrily after helping me into the room. I don't know how long I lay there, but the alcohol fermented again, strongly stimulating my muddled brain, and the strong urge to vomit made me rush from the room to the bathroom. Of course, I couldn't care less about my father showering in the bathroom. I vomited uncontrollably, clinging to the toilet, and slumped weakly on the floor beside the bathtub, staring at my father who stood there blankly. Tears streamed down my face like a faucet turned off. "Dad! Dad... I'm so sad," I murmured. "Jianming ignores me and doesn't touch me. Am I really that bad?!" As I finished speaking, I ripped open my half-wet shirt and forcefully pulled my bra down from my shoulders to my elbows, my breasts popping out. I held my breasts and looked at my father as I spoke. Although they weren't huge, they hadn't changed their firm shape over time, at least that's what I always thought. "Dad! Am I really that underdeveloped?" I crawled to my father, who was sitting blankly in the bathtub, and without waiting for his answer, grabbed his hand and stroked my breasts. "Am I small? Dad! Tell me, why does Jianming always go out and find other women? Isn't it hard enough?" "Xiaomin! You... never mind, don't think about it anymore, feelings are hard to explain." Dad seemed a little embarrassed, swallowed hard. He pulled his hand away and said. "Even you hate me!" I leaned against the wall and cried hysterically. "What do I lack compared to other women!" I said, pulling down my skirt and pulling it down. "Xiaomin! What are you doing?!" Dad raised his voice, warning me to continue. "Dad! I'm your daughter, don't you even want to look at my body?!" I stubbornly ignored my father's reaction and continued to take off my underwear. "Dad! Tell me. You have so many women, how am I any different from other women! Look, I use it to pee just like everyone else, don't I?" I used both hands to forcefully separate my labia, letting my vulva open wide and spraying golden urine. "Min'er, this is bad for your health. Go back to your room and change your clothes, then go to sleep!" Dad got out of the bathtub, squatted down beside me, and hugged me, as if afraid I would do something else. "I don't want to!" I lay weakly on Dad's lap, my hands wrapped around his waist. The alcohol-induced headache forced me to rub my face against his thighs to reduce the effects of the alcohol. Perhaps it was the series of actions that aroused Dad. Suddenly, I noticed that Dad's penis was moving upwards like a spring. I don't know if it was due to the alcohol or if I wanted to prove something, but I gently licked Dad's penis with the tip of my tongue. Dad trembled as if he had been electrocuted, then quickly pushed my head away. "Xiao Min! You... go back to your room and sleep, quickly." "Dad! I want it. I haven't done it in so long." I pushed Dad's hands away and pressed him to the ground. "Xiao Min... this is wrong." Dad was busy supporting himself on the floor, looking at me with some confusion. I completely disregarded my father's concerns and forgot whether worldly morality allowed it, and with both hands...My thighs moved to my father's crotch, stroking his penis back and forth. To be honest, I still can't figure out why I was so bold back then. The lewd atmosphere warmed the desire in my heart. The alternation of oral sex and masturbation made my father give up trying to persuade me. He slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bathtub, holding my head, his legs wide open, enjoying my service. Seeing my father's dark penis unusually hard, I was quite surprised that he still had so much energy. I used the tip of my tongue to keep circling the nerve granules at the end of the glans, licking along the blood vessels on the penis from top to bottom. My father's penis was not as thick as my husband's, Jianming's, but what I found interesting was that there was a medium-sized mole on his penis, with a few short, thick hairs growing on it. I curiously touched it with my hand, and it was a little prickly. "Auntie must be very happy." I smiled wickedly. At the same time, I held my father's penis and guided it into my already wet and eager honey hole. The moment his glans pierced me, I was so moved I almost cried. The long-awaited sensation of physical intimacy was so captivating. I lowered my hips forcefully, eagerly wanting to feel his penis, which resembled a sheep's eye ring, through my vagina. When my long-dormant vagina felt a tearing pleasure, I realized that it wasn't just men who were perverted. "Oh! Dad...it feels so good!" I cried out in satisfaction as my labia parted. "Let's go back to the room!" Dad said, one arm around my buttocks and the other supporting my back as he lifted me up. I was so thirsty that I didn't care whether Dad could hold me. As he walked, I swayed my hips, enjoying the vibrations from his steps. Seeing my wanton behavior, Dad slapped my buttocks while thrusting his hips in rhythm with my movements. "Dad, hit me! I'm a bad daughter!" I cried out passionately with each slap. "You slut!" Dad put me on the bed and vigorously thrust his penis in and out. The scraping sensation from Dad's rapid thrusts brought me to an orgasm I hadn't felt in a long time. My vagina was warm and wet, and Dad smiled contentedly. "How does it feel?" Dad slowed his thrusts and whispered in my ear. "So good." I blinked. "Dad, that mole of yours... it feels so good..." "There's more to come." Dad said with a lewd grin, seeing my wanton state. Then he stiffened his body and gradually increased the speed of his hip and waist movements, changing the way his penis thrust in and out to deep, intense friction. The continuous impact on my cervix and the itching of my vaginal walls quickly brought me to the prelude to another orgasm. I couldn't help but raise my buttocks to meet Dad's thrusts. "Harder... Dad... faster!" I cried out. A marijuana-like pleasure quickly traveled from the end of my spine to my brain. "Oh..." I hugged Dad's waist tightly and cried out the pleasure after my orgasm. After being attacked by my vaginal fluid, Dad's glans swelled slightly, and I knew I was about to receive my white baptism. "Xiaomin... I... I'm... coming..." Dad quickly pulled out his penis, leaning forward and moving his entire body towards my mouth. I quickly took his penis into my mouth, feeling his little brother playfully trembling and spurting out gushes of thick semen. "Xiaomin... that's great," Dad exclaimed while rubbing his penis. I looked at my father, licking the semen residue from my face, feeling a slight flutter in my heart, but everything had already happened, so let it be! Don't you think so?!

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