Wang Shumei's Mother's Day (3)

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(Part 3)
Sorry everyone! I just went to answer the phone; it was my husband calling.
Huh? What did we talk about? Just a normal greeting call! My husband loves me very much; he calls every day to ask if I've eaten enough and what I'm doing. Hehe, of course I won't say I'm sharing my feelings on a porn site! Oh, he's on a business trip right now. My husband is an accountant and often has to travel for work, which is why I'm often sexually frustrated! And because of that… well, I'll talk about that later.
Someone asked me if Wang Shumei is my real name. Of course not! Would I be stupid enough to use my real name to post something? It's just a random name I picked up at the market, and my two sisters' names are also pseudonyms.
Okay, let's get back to the main topic! After entering university, the free and unrestrained life opened my eyes. Think about it: before summer vacation, I spent every day at home studying for exams, even though my dad was there, it was still quite boring. But after the summer break, I came to the bustling north alone, it felt like entering another world. Most importantly, there was absolutely no one around to supervise me. No wonder many teachers kept saying before the exams, "Once we go to university, we'll be free, you can play for four years!"
Haha, although I'm a teacher now, it's a little embarrassing to say this, but at the time I really thought that was true. As soon as I entered university, I really started playing around.
I remember a few days after the semester started, there were club recruitment events on campus, and club information booths were everywhere. I had a great time browsing them. Thinking back to high school, because my mother objected, I could only join service clubs and sweep floors everywhere, which was really unpleasant.
I looked around, ignoring any clubs that seemed too strange or purely interest-based. I also didn't want to join any purely social clubs; they just didn't feel right for me. Then I lingered for a long time in the sports club area, sneaking peeks at the handsome, sunny boys everywhere. Finally, when I came across a club booth, I decided to join almost without hesitation.
It was the ballroom dancing club.
The booth was run by second-year students Zhengfang and Liwen, who were dance partners. Liwen was wearing a super tight dance outfit, showing off her shapely figure. What attracted me even more was her striking makeup and style, especially her blue-purple eyeshadow—super fashionable, something I'd never even imagined before.
I timidly approached the booth, asked a few simple questions, and then asked if I could join. I was terrified they'd think I was some country bumpkin from the south and wouldn't let me in! Obviously, my worries were unnecessary. Later, Senior Liwen told me that when Senior Zhengfang saw me, he exclaimed, "Where did this beauty come from?" He was afraid I was just looking and had come up with a bunch of reasons to persuade me to join, but my decisive decision surprised him.
I heard that that very night, I became the most popular freshman in the club; all the boys knew my name. So, when I first stepped into the club a few days later, I received a warm welcome... well, almost entirely from boys, of course. Some of the senior girls were quite unhappy about this, but some kind senior girls started teaching me how to do makeup, buy clothes, and dress myself up. As a result, I quickly transformed from a bookish high school girl with thick glasses into a sassy college girl who could dance while wearing contact lenses.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but miss my father. I remember when I didn't go home until after my midterms, it had been almost three months since I'd seen him. When he picked me up at the station, he didn't recognize me at all. That's when he realized why I'd been secretly asking him for pocket money—it was all spent on clothes and cosmetics.
When Dad found out, he wasn't upset at all; in fact, he was quite proud. He said, "Wow, she's my little darling, and she's my darling too. I'm paying for her to have sex with me, and I feel so good!" I felt both shy and satisfied.
After picking me up at the train station, Dad put his arm around my waist and, in Taiwanese, "swaggered" into our usual spot. The auntie at the counter even teased Dad for getting a new 7-Eleven.
As soon as we entered the room, Dad immediately pulled up my skirt, touched my pink bottom, and said, "Amei, you'd better learn to wear red underwear soon! What are you doing?" I smiled sweetly and immediately spread my legs, letting Dad have his way with me until late at night.
Dad asked me if I was lonely living alone in Taipei and if I wanted to get a boyfriend. I laughed and told him that I only needed Dad, and I didn't need a boyfriend. I would come back to visit Dad often! I said this naively, without thinking at all.
After hearing this, Dad just sighed softly and didn't say much.
Even I myself didn't expect that at that moment, I still thought I would always be Dad's little sweetheart and never have a boyfriend, but a month later, I became my senior's girlfriend, lying in his suite's bed.
My first boyfriend after entering university was a senior in the ballroom dancing club.
The dating process wasn't anything special; we just danced together, hugged and touched each other gently, and then it was over. After that, I became his new girlfriend.
Previously, I thought that seeing Dad once every few months would be enough, and because of my high school experience, I wasn't in a rush to have a boyfriend after entering university. But later, it turned out that my body, which desperately craved sex, couldn't go without a man for a long time.
My senior boyfriend, because of his long-term dance training, was physically strong, especially since he danced Latin dance; his waist and leg strength were extremely strong, making him very powerful in bed, much more powerful than Dad.
I admit that when I had sex with Dad, I actually experienced a psychological orgasm, but it wasn't until the first time I had sex with my senior that I truly experienced what an extreme physical orgasm was.
Although my father was a factory worker and physically strong, he was old and completely ignorant about sex. He only knew how to thrust vigorously, and was clueless about foreplay such as teasing and caressing. A single encounter would usually last less than half an hour. But my senior was strong and skilled, able to have sex with me for almost an hour, giving me multiple orgasms until my legs were so weak I could barely stand.
And another thing, it was this senior who "developed" my anus. Three days after we started dating, he asked if I was interested in anal sex. Do you remember how I had mentioned it to my father before but was rejected? Having been rejected before, when my senior asked this, I was naturally overjoyed and nodded in agreement. He then taught me how to do an enema, how to prepare, and how to relax my buttocks for penetration.
That's how I lost my virginity to him. After our first time, I couldn't get out of bed for two whole days.
Originally, I lived in the girls' dormitory at school and would stay overnight at his place, but later I simply packed up my things and moved in with him. Then I officially entered the (?) decadent life of a college student. Every day I would wake up and have sex, skipping a bunch of classes. If I had club classes in the evening, I would go to the club, practice dance, eat dinner, and then have sex again in my room until I fell asleep.
As a result, from my freshman year of college, I rarely went home, almost never. I would only go home once every few months. Even during winter and summer breaks, I would say I was going to stay in Taipei to work and not go home.
But this doesn't mean I had no feelings for my father. I still loved him very much. Every time I went home, I would still happily go to our usual haunt with him. I never talked about having a boyfriend or explaining why I only went home so infrequently. My father never asked, but my mother was very annoyed. Every time I went home, she would ask about these two things.
Therefore, every time I see my father, I am filled with guilt. But for some reason, the more I think about it, the more pleasure I feel when my senior has sex with me. It's as if I'm having an affair behind my husband's back. My breasts and vagina, which originally belonged to my father, are being played with by another man. Oh, even now, just thinking about this makes me involuntarily wet... I need to concentrate, hehe.
I dated this senior for over a year, exploring every corner of the campus, but we broke up because he cheated on me.
Back then, I still had a very strong girlish heart and couldn't accept it at all.
I must mention the slut who caused the breakup; she was a student at a nursing school, also in the ballroom dancing club, named Wang Xiaoshu—that's her real name! She was a natural slut. After meeting my senior at an inter-school ballroom dancing competition, she insisted on seducing him, and they quickly got together.
I was heartbroken after the breakup and cried for two days, but by the third day, I had a new boyfriend.
I can live without a boyfriend, but I can't live without a bed partner.
After my sophomore year, I changed boyfriends faster and faster, each relationship lasting only a few months, one even lasting only a few days! The reason for almost all breakups was that I dumped them. After my senior, my standards for sex became increasingly high, and my appetite grew larger. If things didn't feel right in bed, I would quickly dump them; I didn't want to waste any time.
However, because of this, various rumors about me started to circulate at school, calling me a "public bus" and a "slut," seducing men everywhere. Many girls in my department and clubs began to be hostile towards me, but this also attracted some guys who just wanted casual sex. I didn't reject them; on the contrary, I was happy to attract attention and make casual sex partners everywhere. My record was three sex sessions in one day! Looking back
, it really exhausted me. If it weren't for the stamina I had built up through continuous dance practice, I would have given up long ago. In fact, I was probably using sex to numb myself at the time! Numbing my deeply accumulated unsatisfied desires that had been suppressed since childhood. I won't deny that I probably have an Oedipus complex (does anyone believe me now?). I later took a few psychology courses and found that I was a perfect classic case study.
Of course, not every woman with an Oedipus complex will actually have sex with her father. I'm one of the very few. I don't know if that's lucky or unlucky. My Oedipus complex was liberated through real father-daughter sex, but it also became stronger and more deeply ingrained. This meant that once I was away from my father, my deep sexual desires were no longer fully satisfied, so I had to use a lot of sex to escape the emptiness in my heart.
Oh, sorry, this is probably boring! Okay, let's skip that. The point is, at the time, I didn't realize that this was because my deeply ingrained Oedipus complex wasn't being met. Otherwise, I would have run back to my father long ago. I thought I was just heartbroken from a breakup, and that I could just find a new boyfriend. But the more I looked, the worse I felt. Plus, it was hard to ignore the rumors around me, so I even fell into mild depression.
Later, by chance, I saw a news report from abroad about an incestuous father and daughter who publicly revealed their relationship and had a child despite public opposition. This deeply shocked me. I felt like a switch had been forcefully flipped in my heart.
I wanted to have a child for my father, and it had to be a boy! This sentence kept swirling in my mind. My body was aroused, and although my period had just entered its safe period, it felt like I was ovulating. My emotions were surging, and I could only lie in bed, unable to do anything, frantically thinking about my father and imagining his penis relentlessly thrusting into me.
I knew very well that finding a casual sex partner or boyfriend wouldn't solve my predicament. I wanted to go home immediately, but I didn't want to see my mother, so I tried to calm down and wait for the arousal to subside naturally.
But my perseverance lasted less than a day before I collapsed. I could only call home desperately, and thankfully, my father answered. I weakly said, "Dad, Mom and Dad were in a car accident. You have to come see me. Come up tomorrow morning."
My father was extremely worried and asked me what happened and how we got into a car accident. I didn't have the strength to explain, and only told him to come quickly, and most importantly, just one person. After he came, he should go directly to my place, and I read the address to him.
After Dad hung up the phone, I relaxed a little and went back to bed, slowly falling asleep. I don't know how long I slept until I was woken up by the urgent doorbell.
Before, after breaking up with my senior and moving out of his place, I didn't plan to reapply for a dorm. Instead, I rented a single apartment near the school, which would be more convenient for bringing men back.
I opened the door, and my dad, with his gray hair, was standing outside, carrying bags of various sizes. His anxious and flustered expression made me burst into tears instantly. I called out "Dad!" and rushed over, hugging his neck and sobbing against his chest.
"Okay, okay, Ah Mei, you didn't catch me!"
I will always remember the feeling of Dad gently stroking my hair and tenderly comforting me; it was incredibly reassuring. Then I pulled Dad into the room, closed the door, and began our all-night sex battle.
Looking back now, I realize how unfilial I was. I didn't consider that my father was getting old and his strength was declining, yet I couldn't bear to refuse him because I wanted to.
I asked him to sit on the bed, and like before, he hugged me tightly as I sat on his lap, acting like a spoiled child.
"Dad, it's really too much trouble for you to come all this way. I missed you so much."
"It's better if you just let me come with you, Ah Mei. Why did you have to get into a car accident and make your mother and me so worried?"
"Stop worrying, Dad... it's because I wanted you to come with me right away!" I looked at my father and chuckled.
"Alright, Ah Mei, have you been up to something good lately? Seeing you crying and so upset?" Actually, my dad, who's not good with words, really isn't good at comforting people, but what he said was enough. I didn't plan to tell him about my time in Taipei, and just shook my head and said, "I missed you!"
"Oh, Ah Mei, you haven't come home much these past few years, you've been staying in Taipei the whole time. I thought you didn't want your dad anymore." Hearing my dad say that, my heart ached, and I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Dad..."
These words seemed to fuel my dad's desire. Before I could finish, he slipped his right hand inside my shirt and began to caress my breasts, making me whine.
As Dad stroked me, he watched me intently, seemingly wanting to see how wanton and shameless his daughter could be. I quickly returned his gaze with what I considered the most seductive look, gently swaying my body in response to his touch. "Mmm...mmm...Dad, your touch is making me itch, I want it, come in quickly so I can have it?"
My overflowing lower body was almost beyond endurance; I was completely aroused, wanting Dad to love me properly.
Without a word, Dad turned and placed me on the bed, then stood up and unzipped his pants. I swayed my body as I pulled down my shorts, staring at his erect, dark red penis, spreading my legs, parting the slit between my legs, and looking at Dad with the most lewd expression I could imagine, at his face brimming with male desire.
"Ah Mei, do you have any condoms?" Dad asked, blushing. I ignored him, teasing his penis with my toes, and said in a sweet voice, "Dad, it's okay today, just come in, I'm not pregnant!"
Then Dad silently climbed on top of me, squeezed my breasts hard, adjusted his penis, aimed at my wet slit, and slowly inserted it.
Compared to many of my casual sex partners, Dad's penis wasn't big, but blood is thicker than water, and it's different. As soon as it went in, the frustration and depression that had been plaguing me for days vanished completely. Waves of tingling sensation made me moan loudly.
"Ah...ah...ah ah, Dad...Dad...wow, it feels so good...so strong...ah ah ah ah!"
With each thrust, I became intoxicated by the incestuous sex with my father. It felt so good, so sweet, so pleasurable. During the act, I kept asking him to change positions—doggy style, side-lying—and finally, I sat on top of him, moving up and down, swaying my hips and buttocks, letting him comfortably watch his daughter's most erotic and wanton side. That
night remains vividly etched in my memory; I can hardly forget it.
That night, my first time with my father lasted exceptionally long. I don't know how long it lasted, but I remember having two orgasms. I let out loud moans that even attracted the attention of the people in the next room, who knocked on the door to alert me. Startled, I quickly covered my mouth and quietly swayed my hips.
Finally, when Dad was about to ejaculate, I lay down and hugged him tightly, wanting him to ejaculate inside me. I imagined the thick, white semen gushing from Dad's penis, flowing into my vagina, my uterus, and uniting with my eggs. I longed to get pregnant and give birth to the fruit of my love with Dad! Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. My sexual battles with Dad these past few days didn't result in me getting pregnant.
After we finished, we lay on the bed panting. I was lost in a dream about getting pregnant for Dad. I wondered what Dad was thinking. In the heat of the moment, I couldn't help but insert my fingers into my vagina, quietly exploring and feeling the sticky sensation of my wet vagina.
While enjoying myself, I blurted out, "Hey, Dad, how many babies can I have for you?" Hearing this, Dad immediately sat up, looking at me seriously, which startled me, and I stopped what I was doing.
"Amei, are you lying?" Dad stared at me, making me unsure how to answer.
"Say it! I won't have a child for you! I want to have a child for you!" I was silent for a moment, then looked back at Dad with all my might and firmly stated my thoughts: I wanted to have a child for Dad, and preferably a boy.
Dad looked at me, seemingly unsure what to say. After a long silence, he sighed heavily and slapped himself hard. I jumped up and grabbed his hand, choking back tears, "Dad, why are you doing this? Why are you hurting yourself? I said it's nothing!"
Dad didn't look at me, but lowered his head and whispered, "You've done such a terrible thing... It's all my fault, I don't blame you, but... Ah Mei, we've already gone down so many wrong paths, always going astray! You're not going to have a child for me, what will you do in the future? You're not getting married, you don't have your own family!" After saying this, Dad's trembling body seemed to shed tears as well.
"Dad... it's okay, I have a child, it's just a random child, I can be a single mother and raise the child myself!" I gently comforted Dad. In fact, I had really considered what I would do if I got pregnant.
"No way! Absolutely no way! Ah Mei, if you ever do this again, Dad will never touch you again, you hear me!" Dad said sternly. I didn't dare to argue, but I didn't want to agree either, so I didn't even nod. The whole room was quiet, with only our breathing and the sound of the electric fan.
I don't know how much time passed before Dad sighed again, patted my head, and said, "Ah Mei, poor thing, it's not that Dad isn't good to you, but... it's just... you really can't do something so foolish. You have your own path in life to walk. You're pregnant, and it will be very hard for you in the future. If Dad passes away soon, who will take care of you?"
I touched Dad's hand, watching his face streaked with tears, which dripped onto the bed, mingling with the stains on the bed—stains formed by my vaginal fluid and Dad's semen.
Looking at the stains on the bed, I made a decision: since Dad didn't want me to, I would do it secretly, and I would do it flawlessly! Even now, thinking back to that scene, I still occasionally shed tears! But thinking back on my youthful ignorance, I couldn't help but chuckle. The most comforting thing, however, was that I had given birth to a child for my father, and a boy at that, carrying on his family line—my eldest son. I even convinced my husband that since our family had no sons, our eldest son should take his maternal surname to continue the family line.
My husband loves me very much, so of course he agreed to everything! Hmm, I've gotten back to this point! Don't worry, we're about to get to the main event! Please be patient, everyone. The title says Mother's Day, but why am I talking about my father and me? Because it's very important; it's the beginning of everything! Anyway, back then, I nodded to my father, as if to agree and put his mind at ease.
He patted my head, his tears turning into a smile, and said, "Alright, that's my good daughter. Come on, give me a kiss!"
So we hugged tightly. I first licked the tear stains on my father's cheeks with my tongue, and then I wanted him to lick me in the same way. Then we kissed passionately, sucking on each other's lips. My father's tongue was clumsy; I had to tease and tease it constantly before it knew how to get into my mouth and invade my vulva.
Finally, after our mouths separated, I touched my father's penis, feeling it slowly regain its strength. I smiled and said, "Dad, don't you want to do it again?"
My father touched my breasts, his eyes looking at the wall behind me. He smirked and said, "Amei, what are those crystal-like things hanging on the wall? Can you wear them for Dad to see?"
It turned out that my father had seen the dance costume I had hung on the bed. It really was! My father's lustful desires made me very happy, and my emotions were excited again. I laughed and said to my dad, "Then go change into your dress, don't peek!"
My dad laughed and agreed, and as I got out of bed, he even secretly spanked my bottom.
What followed was arguably the most beautiful part of my incestuous history with my dad, but unfortunately, there wasn't a smartphone to record it back then, so I didn't even have a photo. Memories are truly the most precious.
I picked up the red dance costume hanging on the wall, went to the bathroom in the suite, cleaned myself up, put on my underwear, put on the dance costume, quickly washed my face, and did my makeup as fast as I could, applying a gaudy peach-pink eyeshadow (I had no choice, that's how ballroom dancing is), and simply tied my long hair into a bun.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought that since I was going to show it to my dad, I couldn't be too casual.
I remember clearly that the dance costume I wore that day was for Latin dance, and it could be worn for cha-cha, jiroba, and rumba.
The defining characteristic of Latin dance costumes is their minimal coverage, and the one I chose was extremely revealing. From the front, it looked like a red halter top, with the fabric elegantly revealing the cleavage between my breasts (I don't think that term existed back then?). My breasts weren't big enough to fit into it! Then, from the sequined belt at the waist, a sheer fabric extended down, like a skirt covering my lower body, but the transparent material couldn't hide anything underneath. The bottom of the sheer fabric was decorated with a bunch of sequins and beads, which rustled as I danced.
I turned around and looked at my back in the mirror. Except for a strip of fabric covering my buttocks, my back was completely bare, utterly exposed.
I stuck out my buttocks, satisfied with the curves of my lower body. Latin dance costumes are designed to accentuate the lines of the buttocks, and my well-trained buttocks looked particularly prominent and perky now—it was going to seduce Daddy soon! "Amei, you're so nice, aren't you?"
Dad's voice came from outside the door. I called out "Yes!" and quickly grabbed the lipstick in front of the mirror, applying it to my lips. Looking at my stunning reflection, I nodded in satisfaction. Dad had never seen me like this before! I opened the bathroom door, but didn't go out immediately. Instead, I called out, "Dad, close your eyes first. I told you not to peek!"
After waiting for Dad's response, I stepped out of the bathroom. Dad was still naked, sitting on my bed with his eyes closed, looking so cute.
I moved quickly, muttering, "Don't peek!"
Reaching my desk, I quickly glanced at the cassette tapes next to the stereo, selected what I thought was the perfect rumba, put it in, and pressed play. The light and melodious music immediately filled the room.
You can find rumba music online; it's not as fast as cha-cha or jiroba, relatively slower in Latin music, giving it a romantic but not wild feel, perfect for lovers to flirt with.
Hearing the music, Dad naturally opened his eyes. What he saw was his alluring daughter, one hand raised in the starting rumba pose, staring at him with her captivating peach-pink eyes. Seeing Dad's stunned expression, I giggled contentedly, the beads on my skirt jingling as I swayed.
"Dad, look what I'm doing!" I asked, twirling around and sticking my bottom out.
"Amei…do you usually wear this to dance?" Dad stammered, scrutinizing me.
"Hey, you have to wear clothes to dance, it's fashionable now!"
"Look at you, Amei, your breasts and buttocks are all exposed, how can you wear clothes to dance today?" Dad's lecherous eyes kept wandering over my body, sometimes looking at my chest, sometimes looking between my legs.
"Come on! Dad, stop talking nonsense, come dance with me!"
I laughed and pulled Dad off the bed. In fact, in ballroom Latin dance, if one person can't dance, it's usually impossible to dance, unlike modern dance where one person can lead the dance.
Dad had never danced before. After I pulled him up, he just stood there, letting me sway my body beside him. I made him hold my hand tightly so I could spin around quickly and shake my hips rapidly. The essence of the rumba lies in the movements of the lower body, and I deliberately emphasized the eroticism, making all sorts of provocative poses.
Perhaps it was the music, or perhaps my daughter was too seductive, but Dad later started swaying his body to the music. This was probably the first time he had ever danced. I excitedly asked him to put his arms around my waist and placed my hands on his shoulders, pressing and rubbing our genitals together.
"Oh, Dad, where are you going? Where are you going to dance? Hehehe!"
At this moment, Dad's penis was already erect, and I squeezed it between my legs, rubbing it hard. I showed what I thought was the expression of an innocent little girl, looking at Dad's embarrassed expression full of desire, and let out a "giggle."
I saw that Dad seemed to be about to pounce on me and have sex with me, but that wouldn't do; I wasn't done playing yet! So I pushed Dad onto the bed, making him lie down. Then, I stood on tiptoe, straddled him, and started rocking my hips up and down before slowly pulling down my underwear and throwing it at Dad's face.
"Dad~~ Do you smell my underwear? Does it smell?" Dad nodded quickly.
Then I slowly squatted down, letting my naked genitals rest on Dad's face.
I couldn't see my genitals, but just imagining Dad's expression when he looked at my dark red, everted labia was enough to make me feel incredibly aroused, and I forgot that squatting was actually quite tiring.
"Oh! Dad, you're so naughty!" I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body. It seemed like Dad was sticking out his tongue and licking my wet slit.
I mischievously raised and lowered my buttocks, teasing Dad until I got tired of squatting. Then I sat down completely, letting Dad savor the taste of his daughter's genitals... Mmm, it was so intoxicating. I couldn't see Dad's expression as he licked me, only the pleasure from my lower body. Imagining what was happening next, I involuntarily swayed my hips to intensify the stimulation. Then I felt Dad seemingly insert his entire tongue into my slit, licking greedily. Accompanied by the pleasure, I started kneading my breasts with both hands, lost in the music.
Only after the music ended, reminding us to stop, did I stand up from Dad's face again and sit down beside him. I naturally grasped Dad's penis, looking at his face covered in glistening wetness and curly hair. His adorable appearance made me burst out laughing.
After Dad got up, he naturally put his arm around me, enjoying the sensation of his penis while caressing my breasts. We kissed passionately again.
"Dad, wow, is your pussy ready? You haven't had any in ages!" I asked Dad shyly, like a little girl, enjoying his embarrassed expression.
"Amei, you wear this shirt every day to dance, do you end up dancing on the bed?"
Dad asked, which stunned me for a moment, but I immediately gave him a flirtatious wink and replied, "Oh, Dad, are you jealous? I'm so worried about you!"
Dad didn't answer, but his hand squeezing my breasts tightened. I immediately pretended to be in pain and let out a cry. Dad quickly apologized, so gentlemanly! So I asked him to enter me again, to penetrate his daughter's body as an apology.
"Hey, Amei? Do you have any condoms?"
I have at least a dozen, all kinds of brands, but I deliberately told my dad we didn't, making him look troubled.
"Hey, Dad, just stick it in! I'm not pregnant!"
"No, better safe than sorry. What if we don't have condoms later? I'll be so worried about you!"
"Ugh, Dad, what are you saying? Don't you care if your little one gets pregnant? Or I'll go out and buy some!"
"Why are you taking your son out to buy sanitary napkins? What kind of behavior is this? Your dad went out to buy them!"
After saying that, Dad got up to find his pants, but I quickly stopped him, saying in a coquettish tone, "Hey, Dad, it's so late, and you don't know the way. I'm afraid you'll get lost. Here's what we can do!"
Then I stood up, turned my back to Dad, and spread my buttocks apart with my hands, saying, "Dad, come in through the back door, that way you won't be afraid I'm pregnant!"
Dad was startled by my actions and quickly said, "Didn't Amei say before? 'Shit hole'..."
I interrupted Dad, saying, "Don't say 'shit hole,' don't listen to me. Learn from me and say 'back door,' or you can just say 'butt scale'!"
"Isn't that the same thing? I can't do it!"
"Hey, Dad, wow, my ass's already been rubbed! It's okay, just come in!"
I said this on purpose to provoke my dad's competitive spirit as a man. Sure enough, his face darkened and he said, "Rubbed? Who?"
"Oh, Dad, you're just being jealous. You can check if I've rubbed it on you today, why are you still paying attention to others? Come on, let me teach you!"
Saying this, I went to the bathroom, thinking that I hadn't eaten for more than a day and probably wouldn't need an enema, so I found a bottle of lubricant and came out, sitting in front of my dad. Then I told him not to move, poured the lubricant on the tip of his penis, let the liquid slide down the edge of the glans, and then reached out and stroked it, making the whole penis covered in the sticky liquid. While I
was doing this, I was stealing glances at my dad. He had a complicated expression on his face, probably unhappy that his daughter was also providing this service to other men! Humph, who told you not to let me get pregnant, I'll make you suffer like this! After I finished, I lowered my head and gently licked the cleft at the tip of his penis with my tongue, then lied to my dad, saying it was a necessary procedure. His expression became even more complicated.
I chuckled softly, then lay on the bed, sticking my buttocks up high, and said in a sweet voice, "Hey, Dad, come in! You pushed too hard and 'plop,' it slid right in!"
Dad had no choice but to drop the pants he was holding and kneel behind me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my chin, ready to enjoy the feeling of Dad penetrating my ass for the first time.
I still couldn't see behind me, so I could only hug the pillow and imagine Dad spreading my buttocks and pressing his penis against my anus. Yes, that's the feeling, come in, come in... Why isn't he coming in yet? I imagined Dad looking frantic. Mmm! Dad came in, and I felt waves of fullness in my anus, like defecating, but with a tearing pain. I clenched my teeth, buried in the pillow. It seemed like there wasn't enough lubricant, but I didn't want to interrupt Dad, so I had to endure it.
If Dad saw my eyes rolling back, he'd probably stop immediately in fright. But right now, all he could see was the pleasure from his daughter's buttocks and his penis. After fully inserting his penis, he kneaded my buttocks, probably too excited to bear it. Then he slowly pulled out, and then slowly inserted again, back and forth like that, driving me crazy. I kept moaning, trying to make Dad think I was enjoying it, and in fact, I was, but the pleasure was mixed with pain. Dad had only been thrusting for a while when I was almost at my limit. At that moment, I felt a stimulating sensation in my vagina. It turned out Dad was inserting his fingers into my vulva! Oh… I didn't expect Dad to learn so quickly! He was thrusting into my buttocks while playing with my vagina. I wonder what his expression was like! I really want to see! No, I'll be so ashamed. I'd better be Dad's good daughter for now and let him play with me as much as he wants. Ugh! I don't know how much time passed. The pillow was covered with the drool I'd left in my daze. Anal sex is very tiring, but why was Dad going at it for so long? Why wasn't he ejaculating yet? Just as I was thinking this, I felt a rapid throbbing in my penis; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I quickly used the last of my strength to forcefully contract my anus and stimulate my penis. Sure enough, I soon felt my father's body sway, then he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I was exhausted too, and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep without moving.
Although the suite I was staying in had a window, it overlooked the building's walls, so even at midday, we couldn't see the sunlight. I don't know how long my father and I slept, but I finally got up first. I looked at the clock; it was already noon the next day. I thought to myself, "I'll probably skip all my classes today, no big deal." So I lay back down on the bed, snuggling next to my father. I glanced over; he was still fast asleep. Then I reached down and touched my crotch. The semen had dried, but my buttocks were still burning hot, and it hurt when I touched them! But this pain made me feel incredibly happy. My ex-boyfriend and my casual sex partners had never given me this kind of happiness.
This was a small, blissful moment of being penetrated by my own father!
I made up my mind that no matter if I got married or had other men in the future, I would always be my father's woman, forever! After this self-motivation, I started thinking about where to take my father for lunch. Then I insisted that my father stay in Taipei with me for a week. There's not much to say about what happened during that time. I skipped a week of classes and asked my father to take me everywhere. We went to the bustling Ximending and the newly opened SOGO department store. I asked my father to accompany me to buy new underwear and even told the sales assistant that I was my father's wife, making him very embarrassed xd. Then I asked my father to take me to Beitou to soak in hot springs and go hiking. We made love on a deserted mountain path... Looking back now, those were truly the best times between my father and me! At that time, I was mature and charming, completely shedding the childishness of a middle school student. Standing next to my father, no one would think I was his daughter. Instead, they would praise his wife for being so young and beautiful.
However, my father eventually told me not to worry too much about him. He told me to focus on my studies in the north and see if I could find a job in the future.
He said it would be enough if I could come home to visit him occasionally. He also specifically instructed me to bring my dance costume every time I came home. He loved watching me dance and wanted to see me perform in my costume before showering me with affection. Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile contentedly and stayed in the north.
My depression disappeared without a trace. Then, I calmly waited until the end of my senior year and my fifth-year internship before being assigned to a school in the north. The system at the time required students to follow the Ministry of Education's assignments first, and then consider whether they could transfer to a place they wanted or return to their hometown. Because of my excellent internship performance, I was assigned to the north, but I actually wanted to go back to the south. During this period, I didn't have any new boyfriends, although I had plenty of casual sex partners. Whenever they asked me why I, being so pretty, didn't think about having a boyfriend, I always replied that it was because I hadn't met the right person.
The truth I didn't say was that because I already had a father, I didn't need a boyfriend; my father was my lover.
But I also needed someone who looked and acted like my father to be my husband, so that my plan to get pregnant for him could be seamless.
A woman who's made up her mind is capable of anything!
After I was assigned a job and officially started teaching, I was immediately bombarded with invitations to meet people and matchmakers from all directions. Even my mother, who lived far away in the south, kept urging me to come home for blind dates. Of
course, I obediently went back for blind dates, subtly rejecting the suitors, my purpose, of course, being to go home and spend time with my father.
However, even my dad started urging me to find a marriage partner, which annoyed me. Fortunately, this didn't last long. Soon, through a matchmaking event arranged by a colleague at school, I met my current husband. He's a perfect marriage prospect. After graduating with an accounting degree, he got his certification and works at a well-known accounting firm. He's very gentle, has no bad habits, and is the second son in his family. After marriage, we won't have to live with his parents. The only downside is that he's ten years older than me.
I don't care about that at all. For me, as long as he meets one condition, that's enough: he looks a lot like my dad…
Oops, sorry, the doorbell rang this time. Ah, it seems like it's almost time. I'll tell you about the rest later, along with today's Mother's Day banquet, the banquet prepared for me! [Recent rating record for this post: wj522 gold coins +11. Thanks for sharing, the forum is more exciting with you!]

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