Accompanying my daughter on the bus

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At seven in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Gu Jinghong had already prepared breakfast: milk, bread, fried eggs, ham, and a plate of pan-fried dumplings—a fusion of East and West, catering to his daughter's frequent nutritional needs while also offering local delicacies.
Gu Jia came out wearing a pink spaghetti-strap nightgown, her full, firm breasts exposed, a typical attire for her at home.
Looking at the lavish breakfast on the table, Gu Jia handed Gu Jinghong a large glass of her breast milk—a night's worth of milk, accumulated throughout the night. Although her son had woken up twice during the night to eat, his small appetite was negligible.
Gu Jinghong looked at the glass Gu Jia offered, a full glass, more than twice the amount of milk he had prepared, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.
"It's hot, drink it quickly,"
Gu Jia said, sitting down.
The morning sunlight streamed into the dining room, illuminating Gu Jia's full, white breasts, dazzlingly bright.
Having experienced the era of food shortages, Gu Jinghong was terrified of Gu Jia's modern-day refrain of saying, "If you can't finish it, just throw it away." The privilege of their generation was to rather waste food than let their bodies suffer. Gu Jinghong pinched his nose and gulped down the entire bowl.
"Pfft."
Seeing her father's face flushed red, Gu Jia couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, her breasts heaving. Gu Jinghong stole a glance, quickly wiping his mouth. The sunlight was even more dazzling, as if trying to pierce his soul with the white waves of her breasts.
The meal was quickly finished. Gu Jia changed into a white retro chiffon long dress, paired with apricot-colored flat shoes. She wore light makeup; because she had to take care of the baby, she wasn't wearing a necklace or earrings, and only a simple lip gloss. But her face was already beautiful, her skin as white as jade, and she looked like a lotus emerging from water, graceful and elegant, exuding an indescribable nobility and grace. Only a small, concealing piece of clothing covered her alluring figure.
"Let's go!"
Gu Jia said, patting her son in the package and walking out. Gu Jinghong quickly ran to open the door.
The father and daughter took the elevator downstairs. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the greenery was lush.
Gu Jinghong wanted to hail a taxi, but Gu Jia stopped him.
She had planned to take Gu Jinghong shopping today and buy him some clothes, so she left the car at home, citing parking difficulties, and wouldn't take a taxi.
"Dad, let's take the bus. I miss the times when we rode the bus together when we were little."
Looking at Gu Jia's bright smile and expectant eyes, Gu Jinghong hesitated, "The buses are very crowded at this time. What will happen to the child?"
"It's okay, Dad will protect us."
Gu Jia said nonchalantly.
Gu Jinghong hesitated, but seeing his daughter's excited expression and thinking that the epidemic prevention station wasn't too far, only a few stops away, he reluctantly agreed.
At the bus stop, a bus to the epidemic prevention station arrived in less than two or three minutes. After asking for directions, Gu Jinghong helped Gu Jia pay the fare and board the bus.
Fortunately, the bus wasn't too crowded, though all the seats were taken and there were more than ten people standing. Gu Jia, carrying her child, walked to a seat near the door. An elderly woman in her sixties or seventies stood up to offer her her seat.
"Child, sit here,"
the woman said, her voice trembling.
"Auntie, no need, no need, it's only a few stops,"
Gu Jia quickly refused.
Seeing that Gu Jia really didn't intend to sit, the old woman shakily sat down again.
Gu Jia held her child in one arm and gripped the handrail with the other. Gu Jinghong quickly moved behind Gu Jia, grabbing the left railing with one hand and the upper handrail with the other, encircling Gu Jia and her child in his arms, ready to protect them at any moment.
The bus slowly pulled into the next stop. It was rush hour, and a large crowd surged in, completely cramming the bus into the bus.
At this moment, people preparing to disembark from the front of the carriages pushed forward. Gu Jinghong and his daughter, who were already standing not far from the door, were jostled by the crowd, and Gu Jinghong's body was pressed against his daughter Gu Jia's. Fortunately, Gu Jinghong pushed back a little, finally creating a gap between them.
Wave after wave of people collided, Gu Jinghong's genitals rubbing against his daughter's ample buttocks, and his penis finally began to rise uncontrollably.
Gu Jia also felt her father's erection. Seeing the elderly woman on the seat who seemed to be falling asleep, Gu Jia could only move forward to ease her father's awkward situation.
However, the rush of people had no intention of easing the father and daughter's embarrassment. They arrived at another stop, and countless people surged in even through the back door. Although Gu Jinghong's body was still robust, he couldn't withstand the surging tide of people. Gu Jinghong's crotch and Gu Jia's buttocks were once again pressed tightly together, unable to separate.
Gu Jia's soft, plump buttocks, like two gentle, full harbors, tightly enveloped Gu Jinghong's erect penis. Her white chiffon dress acted as a smooth, silky lubricant, accelerating the friction between their private parts.
Gu Jinghong's penis had reached its limit. With the swaying of the crowd and the car, the forbidden pleasure emanating from his daughter's buttocks, and the illicit stimulation of being in broad daylight under the watchful eyes of others, he was gradually losing his reason, wanting only to thrust and release.
Gu Jia wasn't feeling well either; her feelings were similar to Gu Jinghong's—the forbidden pleasure and the illicit stimulation, the father's heat and size.
However, Gu Jinghong's penis, wedged between Gu Jia's plump buttocks, couldn't provide any comfort to her nearby vagina. The area around her anus was unbearably itchy. Taking advantage of another sway of the crowd, Gu Jia used her last bit of strength to rise on her tiptoes. Finally, Gu Jinghong's penis slipped into the crevice around her vagina, and Gu Jia let out a soft, ecstatic moan of pleasure.
Fortunately, the sound was very quiet, so quiet that only Gu Jinghong, who was pressed tightly against Gu Jia's body, could hear it. Feeling his daughter's body's cooperation, feeling the moisture around her vulva, feeling her moans like an aphrodisiac, it was as if a primordial beast had been awakened deep within Gu Jinghong's body. His enormous penis burst forth from the edge of his underwear.
The gates of that primordial world were wide open; Gu Jinghong's habit of always forgetting to zip up his pants brought him immense glory and benefit today.
His penis, like an iron pestle, pushed into his daughter's warm vulva through her gossamer-thin skirt. Gu Jia's small underwear, like a sleeping gatekeeper, gently tilted to one side and fell outside the gate it was determined to defend. Gu Jinghong's penis had finally reached the entrance of Gu Jia's vagina.
Through the thin fabric of Gu Jia's long dress, Gu Jinghong could already feel the moisture and warmth of his daughter's vulva, the silkiness and softness of her labia, and the muddy, unsightly opening. If he wanted, he could penetrate her deeply, reaching her core, possessing this body that had once belonged to someone else, a body he had created, a body as beautiful as a flower, his own daughter's body. And he had no intention of stopping now, for the flames of desire had completely extinguished his reason.
Gu Jia was somewhat dazed. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Her father's enormous glans had already reached the edge of her vulva. Through the thin fabric of her clothes, a hundred times thinner than a condom, the openwork texture couldn't even be called a barrier, at most it could only provide friction for arousal. Her father's glans was so huge. Although it had seemed huge from afar yesterday, the actual feeling was different. Could her vulva really withstand it? That glans, bigger than her son's fist, was rubbing against her through her buttocks like a hot iron rod.
Although the abyss of desire was about to engulf Gu Jia, a glance down at her son's bright eyes as he sucked on his pacifier brought her back to reality.
"Dad...no..."
Gu Jia's soft, delicate voice rang out, barely audible to the father and daughter, but like a thunderclap in Gu Jinghong's ears. His clouded reason began to return, and Gu Jinghong felt a pang of shame; he had almost made a grave mistake.
However, he couldn't pull away, for the friction from their bodies continued. His penis remained as hard as iron, her vagina as tender as water, the smooth, silky fluid still polishing the head of his penis, until it became an invincible spear, filling the deep, empty passage.
A stalemate ensued, the father and daughter awkwardly locked in this predicament. Despite the surging crowd, Gu Jia's buttocks pressed tightly against Gu Jinghong's lower abdomen, his penis guarding her entrance.
Rising and falling, swaying, rubbing—they rose and fell again, swayed, rubbed.
Thankfully, the bus announced its stop; only two more stops to the epidemic prevention station.
At this moment, the bus began to accelerate. A passenger, seemingly a commuter, mentioned that they had entered the bus lane. The bus sped up, as if trying to help Gu Jia and her father escape their awkward situation. However, their bodies were still tightly intertwined, just a hair's breadth away from becoming one.
Gu Jia and Gu Jinghong's feelings were probably similar: a mixture of alluring, reluctant attraction and morally binding conflict—an insurmountable shackle, a cage they desperately wanted to break free from. The
physical stimulation was more tangible; Gu Jinghong's eyes were already reddening, as if he were about to transform into a predatory beast.
Gu Jia's body, like a soft rope, wanted to eternally entwine her father's imposing figure.
Suddenly, a van veered from the side lane, and the bus driver slammed on the brakes.
"Ah!"
Everyone on the bus gasped in surprise, their bodies tilting precariously.
"Ah!"
Another exclamation rang out. The momentum carried the entire van back in the opposite direction, followed by a cacophony of curses as the culprit, the van, sped away.
Within the second "Ah,"
two voices stood out sharply—one chillingly destructive, the other powerfully passionate—but in the panic, no one noticed.
In the sudden braking, Gu Jia, holding the child, had tilted to one side. Even with his own body already leaning, Gu Jinghong had managed to free one hand to firmly support his daughter.
But the momentum carried them back, and they lost control. Gu Jia's body slammed heavily backward onto Gu Jinghong's. Both barely managed to keep the baby in their arms, but their lower bodies, particularly their vaginas, were vulnerable.
With the impact of the momentum, Gu Jinghong's penis was completely swallowed by Gu Jia's vagina, and the father and daughter completed this miraculous union.
Although Gu Jinghong's penis was enormous, it didn't cause Gu Jia much discomfort. Perhaps because she had recently given birth, her vagina, like a warrior already prepared for battle, easily accepted its size and strength. Gu Jia felt a fullness and satisfaction that Xu Huanshan had never given her. The hot walls of his penis rubbed against her vagina, so stimulating and pleasurable. Gu Jinghong's large glans stimulated the G-spot on the vaginal walls, plunging into her empty and perfect womb. Gu Jia felt as if her soul was about to fly to the sky.
At this moment, Gu Jia only wanted to completely possess her father's penis, to absorb it into the depths of her soul. She didn't care about incest between father and daughter, or about ethics and morality; they had all been thrown to the winds. She only wanted to swallow the nectar that belonged only to her father, Gu Jinghong.
After more than ten years, Gu Jinghong never imagined that he would have intercourse again in this life, that he would enter that vagina of his dreams. Even more unexpectedly, he entered the vagina of his own daughter, the daughter who increasingly resembled his deceased wife, the daughter whose life he had cherished so much.
Now, she was merely a beautiful body, a voluptuous woman with ample breasts and hips, a gentle woman connected to him by blood. His burning penis was inserted into her wet vagina. Through the thin veil, Gu Jinghong felt the layers of suction from the inner walls of her vagina. His glans pressed against the warm, empty cavity, the woman's womb, the eternal home of a man's procreation.
Thrust, friction, Gu Jinghong leaned back, Gu Jia leaned forward, and then they collided again, his glans plunging into her womb.
Father and daughter, at this moment, needed no words, only silent cooperation.
The small sounds of their impact were drowned out by the noise of the bus, only the ripples of Gu Jia's hips against Gu Jinghong's lower abdomen.
Wave after wave, his penis thrust in and out of Gu Jia's vagina. Since that first groan, neither father nor daughter had cried out loudly, only silently enduring each other's impacts, occasionally letting out a faint, wispy moan.
It was unclear how long the impact had lasted, or whether anyone had noticed. At least the old woman sitting beneath Gu Jia had fallen asleep again after the initial shock of the sudden braking.
Gu Jia felt her father's penis growing increasingly hot, as if it were about to turn into molten lava. The walls of her vagina felt like they were on fire, about to melt. Her body began to spasm; she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. The stimulation on her vaginal walls intensified, and finally, a shudder ran through her, her soul seemed to fly away, her vagina tightened rapidly, and a stream of fluid gushed from her body, rushing towards Gu Jinghong's burning glans, as if trying to extinguish it entirely. But her father's penis persisted, remained hot, continued forward, and continued to thrust.
Gu Jinghong felt the sensation emanating from his glans, the surging fluid, and the tremors from deep within her uterus. He felt his daughter's vaginal walls contract sharply, like a meat grinder trying to tear his glans apart, melt it, devour it, and make it a part of her. But he wouldn't let her have her way. Over a decade of emptiness, over a decade of loneliness, over a decade of desire—his penis had long since become a proud warrior, vowing to destroy his daughter's little cage.
Thrust, thrust, thrust—his daughter's vagina had already welcomed its third wave of pleasure, its depths having transformed into a small lake. Fortunately, his penis was thick enough to prevent the lake from bursting its banks; what a flood that would have been!
Thrust again, thrust, thrust—Gu Jia felt her body was about to collapse, but she had to protect her infant child. She had to wait for her father's final harvest. She couldn't fall. She stood tall like an invincible female warrior, as if waiting for her husband's final triumph. Gu Jia continued to grit her teeth and persevere.
Finally, Gu Jinghong felt a numbness deep within his spine. His enormous penis began its final assault, igniting the fiery vagina. Bullets, like lava, began to erupt—the final barrage.
The last wave of fluid and trembling in her vagina, like a spent arrow, was suppressed. The thin veil couldn't stop the onslaught of the bullets, like countless warriors raising fiery banners, charging in and conquering their daughter's womb.
Fiery, unprecedentedly fiery, and full, Gu Jia's womb and vagina were filled. Gu Jia had never imagined intercourse could bring such pleasure. This ascension of spirit and flesh made her feel like she was dying of pleasure. The impact and spray of her father's ejaculation struck her soul and body like bullets, countless bullets, leaving her soul riddled with holes, her body unable to stop.
"Wait, pull it out."
A soft, sweet voice came—it was her daughter, Gu Jia's voice.
Gu Jia leaned her entire body against Gu Jinghong, pulling out a cloth from the swaddling clothes of her son that she was holding in her left arm. It was her grandson's diaper, Gu Jinghong knew.
Gu Jia never expected that the diapers she had prepared for her son would end up being used by her. She gently lifted the front of her long skirt, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then placed the diaper against her anus.
"Pull it out,"
Gu Jia whispered.
"Pop."
With a soft click, like a final celebration, Gu Jinghong's penis withdrew from Gu Jia's body. Accompanied by his daughter's soft hand wiping him, the diaper-covered penis completely left her vagina, then left Gu Jia's gentle hand, returning to its own home, retreating back into its haven, like a child who had done something wrong, or as if nothing had happened. Only the wetness and stench behind Gu Jia's long skirt recorded it all.
Gu Jia finished cleaning up, acting as if nothing had occurred, except for the diaper left in her underwear.
Gu Jinghong lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, wanting to explain something to Gu Jia, but stopped by her gaze.
Father and daughter looked around and found themselves in unfamiliar surroundings. When the bus stopped again, they hurriedly got off, asking passengers on the side of the road, only to find they had already missed more than ten stops.
Seeing his daughter Gu Jia's exhausted state, Gu Jinghong quickly took his grandson. Gu Jia had endured more than ten stops carrying her son with one arm, not knowing how she had managed, and Gu Jinghong was overwhelmed with shame.
Looking at his grandson in his arms, Gu Jinghong realized they hadn't taken care of the important matter yet. The two stood by the roadside discussing it, deciding they could only take a taxi back to get the child vaccinated first.
"Dad's a beast,"
Gu Jinghong blurted out.
Gu Jia lowered her head; she never imagined she would have intercourse with her father under such circumstances.
Or rather, it couldn't even be considered intercourse, since there was clothing between them.
"Yes, this doesn't count as intercourse,"
Gu Jia thought.
Although it was somewhat self-deception, sometimes people needed to deceive themselves to survive.
"Dad, this was just an accident, and besides, we didn't really have intercourse, since there was clothing between us, right?"
Gu Jia raised her head, her eyes filled with determination as she looked at her father.
"Yes, it doesn't count as intercourse,"
Gu Jinghong nodded, the dejection in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by renewed vitality.
"Even for my daughter's sake, I'll deceive myself for the rest of my life," Gu Jinghong thought.

[The End]

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