Mother and Wife in One (Author: Nujia)

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Author: Nujia
Word Count: 2587
Published: 2013/10/25 in: Springtime Courtyard

At the front door, I could already smell the aroma of my beloved wife preparing Chinese food in the kitchen. To my nose,
it was an aphrodisiac. No one knows my favorite dishes better than her; she's the one who cooks them to my liking. Eating her
homemade Shunde cuisine and making love with her in the bedroom has turned me into a spoiled husband.

Opening the door from the garage to the kitchen, Meiji was already waiting for me at the door. She wiped her hands with her apron,
stepped forward , and we embraced and kissed. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and with the other hand, I cupped her round buttocks,
pressing her breasts towards me. She stood on tiptoe, her full breasts pressing against
my chest. I naturally thrust my lower body forward, my erection between her thighs a
signal that I was ready.

Usually, we would start with a passionate kiss in the kitchen. Meiji once said I wasn't
good enough at anything, only good at kissing like an innocent little boy. That was her
assessment of me when Meiji and I were trying to create our little life. Today, after only a few kisses, she pulled away my hand from her breast and
whispered ,

"Daddy, your daughter has a problem bothering her today. Talk to her after dinner, and you can answer it
yourself ."

I asked Meiji what the problem was. Meiji said, "You talk to your daughter yourself; I won't relay your message
."

Our daughter, Xiaoyu, is six years old and still in kindergarten. After dinner, while Meiji was washing the dishes, I
called my daughter over. I said to her, "Mommy told me you brought a problem home today. Can you tell
Daddy about it?"

Xiaoyu sat beside me, looked up, and said, "Mommy picks me up from school every day, and my classmates say she doesn't look like
my mom, she looks like my grandma. Is my mom really my mom? "

"Hehe, I see. I called Meiji over and had her sit beside me. I
took out a photo album from under the coffee table and opened it. My daughter and wife were embracing each other, telling the story of my daughter's birth.

The first picture was of Meiji, with her big belly, taking a selfie at home with her father, head to head.

The second picture was an ultrasound photo, with the mother's name on it.

The third picture was a photo of Meiji and me attending a prenatal class. Meiji made a moving expression, and I
reminded her of her breathing rhythm.

The fourth and fifth pictures were in the delivery room, showing Xiaoyu before and after her birth. I held the crying Xiaoyu in
my arms and kissed Meiji by the bedside.

There were also physical objects kept as souvenirs: the identification wristband that Meiji was given when she entered the hospital,
and the hospital's birth certificate, which had the father's and mother's names on it. At that time, we hadn't named Xiaoyu yet.

Then, there were photos of Xiaoyu growing up, always in her father's and mother's arms.

I asked Xiaoyu, 'Who's inside Meiji's big belly?'" "

Little Rain innocently pointed at Meiji and said, 'I'm in Mommy's tummy.'

I asked again, 'Who is your daddy?'

'You are. Daddy loves Mommy, and Mommy loves Little Rain.'" "She pointed to the photo. That's the pose we struck.

I told Xiaoyu that Mommy and Daddy really wanted a child, and we put in a lot of effort and thought, plus expert
guidance, to successfully get Mommy pregnant. I got more and more excited as I talked, and when I got carried away, Meiji
pinched and interrupted, saying, 'Okay, let's not talk about these things anymore, Xiaoyu is too young to understand.

' I understood. If I continued the story, not only would Xiaoyu not understand, but even I would
n't . I said to Xiaoyu, 'You are the crystallization of Mommy and Daddy's love, our precious darling, you know?' Xiaoyu nodded and said
she knew. The three of us, father and daughter, hugged each other and talked for a while, then Meiji coaxed her to bed.

Today was our wedding day, my sacred day with my beloved wife, and the whole family had to go to bed early.

I went back to my room first and put on my 'battle armor,' the one I wore when I was born. Then Meiji came to our
bedroom.

Meiji sat on the edge of the bed, with her back to me, took off her loungewear dress and underwear, and changed into... " She donned her "battle
attire," a short, thin-shouldered purple nightgown, so short it barely covered her buttocks. The material was extremely thin, and she wore no underwear
or bra. Meiji rarely went braless. Thus, her rounded breasts were prominently displayed, and her slightly parted vulva was faintly
visible . I watched intently as my erect
penis thrust in and out of that "divine paradise delta," and then my daughter fell. My arousal was intense, but my beloved wife showed no fighting
spirit. Unlike usual, she didn't turn to the left and strike a pose, then to the right, giving me a knowing smile.
Instead , her snow-white back to me, slightly leaning forward, her buttocks raised, asking if she looked beautiful.

This was her "declaration of war." But tonight, she silently climbed into bed, nestled against my shoulder. Xiaoyu
's doubts were resolved, but Meiji herself seemed to still have some unresolved issues. I pulled her close, and when I kissed her, she
turned her head away. Turning her back, she lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

“Meiji, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?”

“You explained the truth to Xiaoyu. But everyone can see it. We’re an old woman and a young man, not a good match.
I was supposed to be Xiaoyu’s grandmother, but I became her mother. Did I make the wrong decision?”

“Meiji, you are the greatest mother. You made the greatest sacrifice for your children. Only a mother’s
love allowed you to give me a daughter and a wife. More importantly, if it weren’t for you,
restoring my manhood, I would have nothing now.”

“But don’t you regret it? Marrying an old woman and having to share a wife with your father.”

“My dear wife, I swear to God, I’ll show you my heart and soul, I never feel you
owe me anything. You go back to Hong Kong to see Dad for two weeks a year. Life is
a little harder without you sleeping with me.”

“You’re ungrateful. You take up fifty weeks of my life a year, what’s there to complain about?”

“You’re right. I’m not complaining. ” "No matter what others think of you, the most important thing is that you will always be my
sex goddess, my best partner in bed, my daughter's good mother, and my beloved wife."

"You always talk about your beloved wife before and after, and all that about our love child, it's sickeningly sweet."

"If you don't want to be my beloved wife, you can be my concubine."

"I am indeed your second wife."

"So you're jealous of Aiyun. But you know, you've got everything I couldn't give Aiyun."

I'm talking about sex. Speaking of our sex life, I'm incredibly aroused. I noticed my wife's breasts;
most of one had already peeked out from the deep V-neck of her nightgown. But I didn't disturb her nipple; instead, my hand quietly
slipped between her thighs, gently caressing her.

"You little rascal, I'm talking to you about serious matters, and you're not paying attention."

"Meiji, I'm not just paying attention to what you say, but to every gesture. We've been married
for seven years through me. You're too lazy to even put on underwear and a bra tonight, looks like you're not
in the mood for sex, huh?"

"You've said what's on your mind, without a bra, my breasts have already sagged?"

"Don't misunderstand. You look good without them. What I meant was, before I even left the office, I
was already rehearsing the details of tonight's sex in my head. Like when to unhook your bra,
when to take your underwear off."

"Okay, I'll put it on quickly, and you can take it off for me right away."

"Meiji, no need. This is just a sex scene I planned. Xiaoyu's classmate, innocent and naive, somehow
managed to get me all excited. I think, we've been married for seven years, sex can't always be just a tickle. We
create atmosphere in bed to enjoy the pleasure of sex. We've forgotten our original relationship."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It was Xiaoyu's classmate who suggested it. I want to have sex with her grandmother. Is that okay?"

"Incest?"

"That's right, we're incestuously united."

"Since marrying you, I've abandoned my identity as your mother and focused solely on being Xiaoyu's
mother and your wife."

"But God sent Xiaoyu's classmate to speak, and we must face the fact that we resist during sex and dare not admit it in
daily life . Without your encouragement, I couldn't cross this line. Today, I
'm going to help you overcome this psychological barrier."

It seems like it's not over yet.
OP, are you sure it's finished? It shouldn't be finished. The last part should be "more to come." This story is too short; there's no plot logic at all. The story begins with the daughter, Xiaoyu, asking a question. She overhears people talking about the age gap between her parents and asks about the relationship between "me" and my wife, Meiji. Photos are used to answer her question. Unlike previous incest stories, it's very engaging. Later, the theme of mother-son incest is revealed. Why did it end there? It's so bland and uninteresting. If it continues, it'll be a great story. A son marrying his mother and having a daughter—that's a very novel idea.

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