A perfect ending

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The Perfect Ending

Spokesperson: Sister Lan
Sister Lan said...the perfect ending...
almost every little girl has dreamed of marrying her father, especially around eleven or twelve years old when she first falls in love. Of course, these dreams all ultimately have only one ending: they fizzle out. But I had a different ending...
My mother passed away from cancer when I was twelve, leaving only my father and me to depend on each other. He even bought sanitary napkins for me when I had my first period, and he carefully taught me about puberty. My colleagues said my father was more attentive than their mothers. When my father
went out to work, I would take care of the housework. The house was small, but there was a lot of housework to do. I could cook and do laundry, just like a housewife. Of course, I didn't fully take on the role of a mother until I was eighteen.
Our whole family liked watching horror movies. When my mother was still pregnant, the three of us would hide in bed, turn off the lights, and watch horror movies. Sometimes we would be so scared that we would hug each other, cover our eyes with the blanket, and scream.
Since my mother passed away, my father and I rarely watched horror movies. Until recently, my father gradually forgot the sad past and started watching them again, like before, with me hiding in bed. Again, I screamed in fright, hugged him tightly, and buried my face in his shoulder, too scared to watch.
After one movie, my father watched another, but it was in French with English subtitles, which I couldn't understand, and I quickly fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a familiar voice. When I woke up and listened more closely, it was my mother's voice, but it sounded like she was moaning. I opened my eyes and saw my father sitting blankly in front of the TV. On the screen was my mother's image, lying naked on the bed, holding a black dildo, trying to insert it into her vagina.

I was startled and cried out, "Dad, what...what's going on?"
Hearing my voice, my father jumped up, immediately turned off the TV, and said awkwardly, "Nothing...nothing, you should go back to sleep."
"Is that Mom?"
My father hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"I want to see Mommy, I want to see Mommy..." I cried out sweetly, "Turn on the TV!"
Dad hesitated for a moment. After Mommy passed away, he doted on me even more, and he would always give in to my requests.
In the end, he turned on the TV. On the screen, Mommy was still using a dildo to stimulate her vagina.
"Mommy is so beautiful..."

"Hmm," Daddy sighed, "It's a pity she died so young."
On the TV, Mommy continued using the dildo to stimulate her vagina, thrusting faster and faster, her nose flaring.
I saw a large bulge in Daddy's crotch. I sat up and leaned against him. He initially pushed me away, but quickly put his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on his shoulder and continued watching Mommy on TV, looking at her in a lewd manner that I had never seen before.
She inserted the dildo deeply into her vagina, teasing her clitoris with her left index finger. Her moans grew louder and louder, until she finally reached orgasm and cried out. She lay down with a pleasurable cry, her legs swinging and twisting.
Next, Dad appeared on the screen, completely naked. He walked over, pulled the dildo out of Mom's vagina, lowered his head, and licked her vulva with his tongue; it was already wet with juices. A moment later, he stood up and inserted his large penis into her vagina, and Mom moaned again.
Ordinary children sometimes peek at their parents making love out of curiosity, but I don't think anyone has ever seen their parents making love so closely and clearly as I have, especially nestled in Dad's large, warm embrace.
Dad suddenly lowered his hand, cupping my right breast in his thin t-shirt. I could clearly feel my nipple slowly hardening in his warm palm. My hand gently rested on his crotch, feeling his thick, hard penis. With the slightest movement of my slender fingers, his penis would twitch a few times.
I pressed my head against his face and kissed his neck. Although I often kissed my father before, this time was different. When I kissed him, I felt weak all over, and I felt a warm, wet sensation in my lower body. At that moment, I didn't think about anything; I just hoped that my father would make love to me like he did to my mother.
I turned my father's face and kissed his lips, kissing him like a lover, my mouth open, waiting for his tongue to invade.
My father held me, but didn't kiss me. He looked at me, and I felt the desire in his eyes. He hadn't been close to a woman for so many years, and he was physically very hungry.
"Yi, what we're doing is wrong. I'm your father..." His voice was low and hoarse because of a very fragile reason.
"It's because you're my father that I love you even more." I don't know where I got the courage, but I said to him, "I love you very much. I want to love you like my mother did. I want you to get the love you've lost." Although I myself found it strange to say this, the truth is that I really love my father.
Since puberty, every time I masturbate, I fantasize about my father touching my vagina with his fingers, or about making love with me. My single father makes me want to replace my mother in his heart, to be by his side, and to use love to soothe his wounds of grief.
My father didn't speak to me anymore, but simply took off my t-shirt and gently touched my two developing breasts, not very large, but almost filling his palm. He stroked my breasts with his rough hands, his fingers lightly teasing my nipples, making my whole body tingle. My father held my left breast, sucking and gently biting my already erect nipple. My hand also reached into his pants, stroking his large penis.
On the TV screen, my mother was being penetrated by my father, her juices flowing freely, and I felt my own juices flowing out, soaking my inner thighs. I felt so lewd and wanton, so desperately hoping that my father's penis could take away my virginity.
"Dad..." I moaned as my father began to caress me between my legs, "...Make love with me!"

My father didn't answer, but gently pushed me down onto the bed, took off my shorts, and then my underwear. When he took off his underwear, I saw his long, thick, hairy penis swaggering in the air, the large, purplish-red glans beginning to exude the unique scent and fluids of a mature man. This big penis was about to unlock my unexplored little cunt.
My father knelt on the bed, spread my slippery legs, and pressed down on me. His slightly balding head buried between my legs, licking from my anus down to my clitoris. His tongue skillfully teased the clitoris, sending waves of electric-like sensations from his bearded mouth throughout my body. Under my father's kisses, I quickly reached my first orgasm, every cell in my body trembling, savoring that wonderful feeling.
I felt my father's love, the love he had for my mother, and now he was showering that love upon me. His body pressed against mine, and I felt his large glans rubbing between my labia. I arched my back, wanting to experience the feeling of being penetrated for the first time.
My father slowly inserted his large penis into my vagina. The lubrication made it easier for him to enter, but I still felt a slight tightness. His penis was blocked halfway in, and my father, with practiced ease, pulled it back slightly before forcefully thrusting it in again.
"Ah..." I cried out, a tearing pain shooting through me, but it quickly subsided. My father's large penis slid in smoothly, finally penetrating my entire vagina. I felt the head of his penis pressing against my cervix, so I twisted my waist and hips, adjusting the angle to accommodate the thickness and length of his penis.
My father started fucking me, first slowly thrusting, then becoming more forceful, bending my legs and pressing them against the sheets, then vigorously fucking me up and down. I was a little overwhelmed, but I felt he truly treated me like my mother, and that love made me want him to fuck me even more.
"Fuck me harder... Daddy!" I cried, stimulating him to fuck me even more frantically. His thick, masculine thighs slapped against my buttocks, and my vaginal fluids flowed continuously, soaking the sheets.
"Ah... Yi... your vagina is so tight... so easy to fuck... just like your mother..." My father breathed hot air into my ear, praising me.
I clung to his back, hoping he would keep fucking me and whispering those loving words.
My father, panting heavily, finally pushed his penis deep into my vagina and ejaculated into my uterus. I could feel his penis throbbing rhythmically, each jet of hot semen filling my vagina completely.
"Daddy...shoot...fill my vagina...shoot all your semen into your little daughter's vagina..." I cried out, reaching my second orgasm.
I saw on TV that my father and mother had also reached their climax, both panting and embracing each other. My father, now limp, lay on top of me, the feeling of being loved filling me with immense satisfaction.
That night was my first time with my father. Afterwards, we calmly discussed our future. I still felt deeply in love with my father and couldn't possibly love any other man. My father finally accepted my choice.
To escape the harsh judgment of society, my father and I moved to another town. I changed my surname and dressed more maturely so that people would see us as a couple, not father and daughter.
After I finished college, my dad and I registered our marriage in Las Vegas, USA, and spent our honeymoon there. Like my mom, we even made a video.
Now we live a happy life as a couple, just like any other couple. The only difference is that I still call him Dad, because having "Dad" have sex with me makes our sex life more exciting.

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