[The Last Years of Sperm Flow] (Part 1)

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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 surname, her name is Yao Ke, 35 years old, 166 cm tall, 54 kg.

She is in charge of and is very obedient and well-behaved.

Daughter-in-law: Zhang Wei, in charge of the company's sales. He is 180 cm tall and has strong business acumen. He used to work at

the education bureau but resigned from his 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.

*** *** ***

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 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 .

"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 glans, 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 a...

My penis throbbed in my wife's hand, and I knew I had ejaculated—for a moment, the bathroom was completely silent. Tan Jing's

hand remained in the same position, still holding the base of my penis—at that moment, I was truly overwhelmed 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 to me, then took the showerhead and rinsed my upper body, and symbolically rinsed

my genitals.

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

My wife then dried my body with a towel, not touching my penis again throughout the process, but I felt that

my penis was already soft, soft from fear.

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

didn't dare to say anything.

After my wife dressed me, she didn't immediately take me out of the bathroom, but instead took the stool I had been sitting on and made me

sit down.

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

To my utter dismay, my wife took off her top in front of me, then without any hesitation, took off

her skirt . Even more unbelievably, she made a move to take off her underwear. I watched her movements vaguely, my nerves

on edge.

Then she made another move, which I knew was to unhook her bra. I nervously stammered, "You, you—

" "What 'you'? Dad, wait a minute, I'll rinse off. My clothes are all wet from giving you a bath." I

realized then 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 replied.

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

"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.

*** *** ***

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 .

"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 forced into 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 showered? How come you're so good and need it again?" Tan Jing's voice was very soft, but I heard it clearly. 　　Women often assume that when a man's penis is erect, 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.

I didn't know how to answer my wife.

"Dad, if you're in pain, then...then I'll help you—" Although my wife's voice was getting softer, I

heard her clearly.

"Tan...Tan Jing, no, this isn't appropriate—" I said.

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

After my wife finished speaking, she pulled down my pants. "Dad, turn around a little," my wife said, and then she squatted down and

started stroking my penis with her hand. The stimulation went from my penis all the way to my head, and I couldn't help but let out

a .

"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 cum."

"Okay."

I had just cummed before dinner, and I couldn't cum right away. Maybe my wife was tired of stroking me, so she switched hands.

"Dad, why aren't you cumming yet?" my wife said somewhat naggingly.

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

"You...you did that to Xiaoming too?" I asked, a little provocatively.

"Yeah, Dad, don't ask," my wife replied, sounding both shy and bashful.

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

Before I could finish, I felt my wife squeeze my penis hard and say, "Dad, you're so naughty, how could you ask that

?" Her voice was a little coquettish.

Then she said, "Dad, when I was bathing you, I noticed how big your thing is. 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 length is about the same as yours, but it's thinner, not as thick as Dad's," I could tell from her voice that

Tan Jing had relaxed and wasn't as embarrassed as before.

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

At this point, it didn't feel like my wife was helping her father-in-law urinate anymore; it had a bit of a flirtatious feel to it.

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 , 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 noon, my wife, Tan Jing, prepared lunch for me. Usually at home, she dresses quite formally, while

she seems to want to strip naked as soon as her daughter comes 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 undressing and showering

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 looks like that.

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

After lunch, I groped my way back to my room and sullenly closed the door. Perhaps the door slammed shut a bit too loudly,

prompting my daughter-in-law to rush out of the kitchen and ask with concern, "Dad, are you alright?" I ignored her from inside the house.

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 pulled back the blanket covering me, and my wife leaned over my thighs, which were only covered by 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, do you have a grudge against me? I've taken care of you for so long, and you still hit me hard," my wife

said, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to me, full of grievance.

I couldn't help but hug my wife's waist from behind: "Dad is thanking you so much, how could I have

a grudge against ? Silly girl!" "Dad, let go of me, isn't this wrong?" I could hear the hesitation and contradiction 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 for a long time, and apart from a throbbing lower body, I was too weak, so I let her leave me.

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

My wife went back to her previous posture, turning her back to me.

I then wrapped my arms around her under her armpits. This time, she didn't resist, but just murmured, "Dad,

I'm your wife, I thought I went too far last time." In my lust, I didn't care what my wife said, and I

touched her pink skin directly under her thong.

My wife tried to stop my hand from groping upwards, but soon my right hand was already below 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 below her breast before decisively slipping through the 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 my lying body.

Her left breast was now fully in my palm. I pushed up the bra, which was in the way,

and returned to her breast, pinching her nipple—

"Dad, Dad, let me go, let me go—" Her voice grew softer, replaced by

intermittent commands—

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

roam over her breasts.

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, uh—" My wife twisted her body

back and forth in my arms, stimulated by me — 　　I took the opportunity to kiss her ears and neck—her head rested slightly on my shoulder— 　　at the same time, finding her clothes in the way, I peeled off her top from bottom to top, leaving only her bra. 　　"Tan Jing, take off your bra—" I murmured in my wife's ear. 　　My wife was only focused on twisting her body and ignored me, so I took off her bra from bottom to top in one go. 　　Throughout the whole process, my wife didn't say anything, only saying very softly, "Dad, be gentle, you'll tear it—" 　　I easily occupied my wife's upper body, holding my naked wife felt so good! So, while one hand continued to caress my wife's breasts, the other hand began to move down her abdomen. 　　My wife was wearing a skirt, and soon my hand slipped through the skirt and touched the edge of her shorts. My wife's hand still 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 how long it had been since I had 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 up my hand that was groping her lower body. As my hand on her pubic bone found the small fleshy bump below it and I pinched it, my wife instantly gave up all resistance. I felt her buttocks lift up slightly and her thighs open a little. But her upper body twisted even more , 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 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 my wife's buttocks with both hands...

With continued thrusting, my wife's lower body gradually adapted to the insertion of my penis. She also actively embraced my

shoulders , cooperating with my thrusts. Her breasts bumped against my chest. Before long, 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 entered my

mouth and intertwined with mine. That feeling, lost for many years, was truly incomparable. I

tried to suck on her tongue, but my penis suddenly 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. 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 , 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, into a hug and pinched her breast through her clothes, then patted 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 is 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 , 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 desire. I felt I

had gone too far.

When my father-in-law hugged me in bed today, I didn't think much of it, figuring he hadn't been with a woman in so long, and

I just thought he could have a little fun. But what happened next was completely unexpected; I never imagined we would have sex

.

But his stimulation completely ignited my desire for sex. I couldn't control my

lust and wanted to have sex with a man.

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

But I had never felt my father-in-law bring me such continuous orgasms, as if every pore on my body

was being fully released.

I've been trying hard to recall the moment my father-in-law's penis entered my vagina. It felt so swollen, as if my vagina

was being expanded, every cell of the vaginal wall fully contacting his penis. With each thrust

, my heart seemed to rise and fall with it. I don't know how many

orgasms ; the convulsions, the trembling, the spasms—thinking back on them now, it was truly amazing!

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

Driving to work, I felt a tired excitement, without any regrets. I was a good

woman, showing filial piety to my father-in-law and satisfying myself—what's wrong with that?

Everyone says I seem very demure, but all women have the same sexual desire; it's just that the ways

they express it differ. But thinking about the moments I shared with my father-in-law, my face still feels hot

, 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 spent my lunch breaks with my father-in-law, and we often touched each other's genitals and

kissed . I was worried about his health, so I limited it to once a week. Even so, whenever I was alone with my father-in-law...

When we're together, my father-in-law always touches my whole body with great passion, sometimes making me feel very uncomfortable.

When we have sex, he won't let me use contraception, saying things like, "You've been married for so long, it's normal for someone to get pregnant and have a

child . Besides, we're not related by blood, as long as it's from the Gao family, it's fine."

I call him a "lewd old man," and he just smiles憨厚ly.

It's impossible not to feel guilty; after all, having sex with my father-in-law, besides

the mental , is mostly about the satisfaction his large, strong penis brings. Even my colleagues at work ask me

what I've been eating lately? Why do I look so good? I just smile and don't answer.

I know it's the result of the pleasure from sex with my father-in-law.

One afternoon, after having sex with him, I suddenly thought of Yao Ke, his daughter. If Yao Ke also

had sex with him, even if our families found out later, at least two people could take responsibility.

I don't know how I could have such a wicked thought? In other people's eyes, I'm a very obedient and virtuous woman,

compliant and well-educated.

Yao Ke is about my height and build, with slightly larger breasts and a bit more weight, but still

very slender. However, she's more delicate-looking 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.

My father-in-law immediately squeezed my breast hard. "She won't find out. We'll be more careful in the future. After my

eye surgery, when I can see clearly, we'll be safer when we go out.

" "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, embellishing the story.

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 talking about ? 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 aren't I your wife? You still managed to get me 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 . I tentatively started doing what I had discussed with my father-in-law the day before. When I

got home in the afternoon, I told my father-in-law that I had sprained my hand and that I had to wait for Yao Ke to come back before I could help him bathe and cook.

My father-in-law asked me with concern which hand I had injured and how I had hurt it.

I put a plaster on my right hand, and when my father-in-law touched it, he said with concern, "Don't do anything, let's

eat out when Coco gets back." I told him I had already called Coco and asked her to bring some takeout; I could just cook something at home.

Since the child had already eaten dinner at kindergarten when I picked her up, a simple meal would be fine for the three adults.

Yao Ke brought back some groceries, and we started eating. As usual, Yao Ke reported on her day

at work . After she finished, I said to her, "Coco, I'm hoping

you can help me bathe Dad tonight if I accidentally sprain my hand."

Without thinking, Yao Ke said, "Okay, I've never bathed Dad before!" Then she made a

face .

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

object.

Because my hand was sprained!

In the evening, I gave the little one a bath 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 my father-in-law in front of Yao Ke. At first, Yao Ke was a little uncomfortable, after all, it was the first time she

had seen her father naked.

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

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

"Okay," Yao Ke passively agreed.

I stood behind my father-in-law, 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 forward 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.

"Sigh, what's wrong with that? Dad hasn't been with a woman for so many years. Your stimulation is

a normal ?" My father-in-law nodded quickly, understanding. "This girl, so easily surprised." Yao Ke was still

somewhat bewildered. "Dad, how come you have such a big thing? It wasn't...it wasn't that big just now,

" I said, afraid my father-in-law would be embarrassed. "Doesn't that mean Dad's body is healthy?" "Oh," Yao Ke

replied, seemingly understanding.

"Quick, put on some shower gel. Why are you so startled 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.

However, I could see that Yao Ke's gaze remained somewhat unfocused, frequently drifting back to her father-in-law's 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 somewhat erratic.

But her father-in-law remained silent.

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 Yao

Ke was unsure how to proceed.

"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 advice.

I watched as Yao Ke, her hands covered in shower gel, seemed to grit her teeth, close her eyes, and

grab

"Ouch—" Her father-in-law let out a cry of pain, startling Yao Ke into quickly letting go. Her 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 our father-in-law.

"You grabbed my balls—"

As soon as he said this, I laughed so hard I bent over. Looking down, I saw that his erect penis

had already gone limp.

Seeing me laughing like that, Yao Ke laughed along with me, while our father-in-law was both amused and exasperated.

So I pressed my advantage and said, "Ke Ke, you've messed up this time. You've made Dad's thing hard

. I just wanted you to help Dad take a bath, but I didn't expect you to give Dad a neutering operation." As soon as I finished speaking

, everyone laughed, and our father-in-law wasn't in as much pain as before.

"Dad, does it still hurt? Can you still get it up?" At this moment, Yao Ke no longer had any worries. She grabbed our father-in-law's

penis and slowly pulled the foreskin back down. Under her daughter's stimulation, his penis slowly became erect again.

"Dad, it's okay, you're hard again," Yao Ke said, and instead helped her father masturbate.

"Coco, no, no, don't do this, Dad can't take it." "Dad, I just wanted to see if there's anything wrong, if I

could get hard like before." Yao Ke childishly played with her father's penis, right in

front of me. I thought of how embarrassed I was back then, watching my father-in-law's penis gradually thicken and darken in Yao Ke's hand.

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

But I saw my father-in-law's penis suddenly thicken again; I knew this was a signal that he was about to ejaculate.

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

A mature and beautiful daughter squeezing and playing with her father's penis—how many fathers could resist ejaculating?

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

father-in-law's semen shot onto his daughter's body, and Yao Ke, squeezing her father's penis, was nervously at a loss.

All three of us fell silent, only the sound of my father-in-law breathing heavily could be heard.

After a moment of awkwardness, I took the showerhead and went to the front to wash my father-in-law's body. Yao Ke blushed,

unsure .

"Ke Ke, it's nothing strange. Don't even mention Dad, who could stand being stimulated like this?" "Sigh," my

father-in-law sighed.

"Hurry up and come help!" I called to Yao Ke.

Yao Ke responded and came over. Seeing my showerhead pointing at my father-in-law's chest, she busied herself wiping him with her hands. Slowly,

the showerhead moved towards his groin area. Yao Ke hesitated for a moment, then followed the water flow to wash his pubic hair, penis,

and surrounding area.

At this moment, my father-in-law's penis hadn't completely softened; under my daughter's caresses, it began to rise.

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

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