[Wife's Filial Piety] Long Novel - Incest Novel

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Chapter One: Reflecting on the ancient saying, "Raise children to provide for old age, store grain to prevent famine." Raising us is no easy task for our parents, and it's even more difficult in special circumstances, such as being a single parent. They lose the support of one parent, whether through widowhood or divorce, and have to do double the effort, supporting the family and raising us, acting as both father and mother. These words are easy to write, but incredibly difficult to fulfill, filled with hardship and tears. I grew up in such a family. My mother left us when I was very young. My father was my sole support. I experienced childhood dependence and teenage rebellion. On the day my father sent me off to university, I truly understood the profound fatherly love described in the poem "The Back View." I vowed to take care of my father and let him experience his son's love. Although we rarely expressed our love verbally, our mutual fatherly love was real. In the blink of an eye, six years have passed since I left university, and I have my own family now. My wife, Li Li, was born in the same year as me. We were classmates in college, and like many classmates, we met, fell in love, and eventually started a family. We live in the same city. After graduation, she went to work for a private company, while I worked for a public institution. Our family life gradually stabilized. Her parents lived in our neighborhood, which meant we had much less housework to do, as we ate at their house most of the time. My father lived a little further out of the city, but not too far, so we visited him every weekend. Our life as a couple was wonderful, especially in the early days of our marriage. We tried all sorts of things, all kinds of modern urban pleasures. We enjoyed a lot, just like many people born in the 80s. As they started working, they didn't just pursue achievements blindly, but learned to enjoy life as much as possible. Of course, this included our life together, that is, our sex life. We shared the same understanding: we wanted to enjoy life, including physical sensations. So, we sought out all sorts of stimulation. Various positions, various places in the house, various times. We would get carried away with going a whole day without clothes, or using the table as a bed right after eating, knocking over dishes and engaging in wild activities. We would tie each other up, lick each other's bodies with our lips, and tease each other with feathers. We would record sex videos and then watch them, studying which part felt more pleasurable. We would move from the bed to the floor because we felt the space wasn't big enough. In short, we tried every kind of sex life you could imagine for two people. In the fifth year of our marriage, we had our child. The birth of our child brought us joy, but also ended our life as a couple. With the help of her parents and my father's help to the best of his ability, our child is now one year old. This year has made us both much more mature, and we have come to know the difficulties of being parents. As a result, we are even more filial to both sets of parents, and we spend more time with them. One day, after putting the baby to sleep, I lay in bed and looked at Li Li, who was wearing a nightgown without a bra. Her breasts, which were already a C cup because she was still breastfeeding, were now a D cup. Through the ultra-thin camisole nightgown, the light illuminated her graceful figure. The moment she flashed past the bed, I instantly felt aroused. I pounced on her and pinned her to the bed. She gasped, "What are you doing? The baby just fell asleep!" I said, "What else could I be doing? We haven't had proper sex in ages. We've been abstaining for a year, plus you've had to breastfeed at night for the past year. I don't want to disturb your rest!" I pouted, feigning distress. Lili laughed, "You think that way? I want to too, but there's nothing I can do. The baby's still small. It'll be fine in a couple of years. I'm all sweaty, I'm going to wash up. Wait for me." Reluctantly, I released her, lay on the bed looking at my phone, waiting for her arrival. The sound of running water continued for a long time, finally stopping when I was bored and couldn't bear it any longer. My wife slowly emerged, her hair still wet. She was naked, still dripping with water, drying her hair with a towel in one hand. She even gave me a flirtatious wink, and my penis was already rock hard. I pounced on her, but she dodged, saying, "Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, be more refined, be a gentleman." Good grief, at a time like this, where was the refinement? You see, I'm a sexually frustrated wolf; it's been so long since I've done this. I let out a howl and pounced again. Then I realized the baby was sleeping, so I tiptoed "pounced" on Li Li again. Li Li chuckled and obediently nestled into my arms. The long-lost fragrance, the soft body, the delicate skin, especially those large breasts—I didn't have my usual patience. I took one breast in my mouth and used the other to massage the other. As a result, sweet milk appeared. I said to Li Li, "No wonder, the baby loves milk, it's so sweet." Li Li said, "I'm fighting with the baby for milk, huh? It's a little engorged, so you can have some." I said okay, and I suckled for a few minutes, noticing Li Li's breathing became uneven; she was feeling it. "Why don't you feel anything when the baby is eating?" I asked. Li Li said, "I don't know, it feels so good, I haven't felt this good in so long, honey!" I knew she needed my penetration; without much stimulation, we both desperately needed sex. So, I parted her legs, and she cooperated, her lower body slightly raised, as if welcoming my penetration. I aimed my hard penis at her vaginal opening, lifted my upper body, placed my hands on her shoulders, and used all my strength to arch my back. Without hesitation, I thrust all the way in. Accompanied by her "oh" sound, I penetrated to the hilt. She was already very wet, practically overflowing. Although Li Li had a natural birth, her vagina hadn't become loose due to childbirth; it was still so tight. Now, all I did was take her breasts in my mouth and thrust repeatedly, pulling out completely and then thrusting in again. I knew that this kind of thrusting would bring Li Li to orgasm quickly. When I'd thrust about 80 times, Li Li hugged me tightly, arched her body, and finally cried out loudly. Her vagina gushed out a long-awaited fluid; she had a squirt, a squirt she hadn't experienced in so long! A warm current instantly enveloped my penis, and with her clenched vagina, I thrust a few more times and also orgasmed. Although this time it didn't last long, we hadn't made love so relaxedly in a long time, and it felt incredibly good. I lay comfortably on top of my wife, her large breasts beneath me providing a warm, soft sensation. It was truly pleasurable. Both of us felt satisfied, so we went to take a shower. I showered quickly and came out first, then checked the news on my phone for a while. Then I saw a news article on WeChat about the sex life of the elderly. It said that older adults should also have appropriate sexual activity; if they lack sex for a long time, their endocrine system will be disrupted, they will age faster, and some age-related diseases, such as cardiovascular disease, physical function, and skin problems, will also be affected. I thought of my father. He hasn't had sex in ages since separating from my mother. Maybe he has, but certainly not often, especially now that he's older. And I've only been infrequently intimate for two years, maybe once or twice a month, and I'm already feeling so pent up. How has my father managed? It's not easy being an old father. My wife came out, staring at me blankly, and asked, "Honey, what are you thinking about? You're already exhausted after such a short time?" I said, "No, want to go again? You came so easily, you must be eager too. I'm watching the news!" My wife said, "What news are you watching, so engrossed?" I showed her the news, and she said, "You're not old yet, what are you worried about?" I said, "I'm worried about Dad." My wife blushed a little and said, "I won't discuss this with you. Let's go to sleep." Even as an open-minded wife, I can't discuss my father-in-law's sex life with my husband. But I wrote this down, both mentally and physically. My body told me that prolonged abstinence was definitely bad, regardless of what the news said or what the research findings were; I experienced it firsthand. As someone who always considered myself filial, what could I do? I didn't know. Thinking about it, I fell asleep. The next day, when the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, my wife was already in bed in the children's room, probably having gone straight to sleep after feeding the baby the night before. Remembering the issue from last night, finding my father another companion seemed the most suitable solution. So, an old problem was back on the agenda. I decided to talk to my father about finding a companion again. Although I had discussed it with him several times before, he always made excuses. Regardless of the outcome this time, I wanted to try again. For my father's sake, so he could enjoy a happy retirement. However, when I got off work that afternoon and went to my father's house, he wasn't home. He didn't answer my calls. He's usually home by this time; what happened today? With some lingering doubt, I waited a while, but no one was there, so I drove home. I just got home and received a call from my father, but it wasn't him speaking. I felt...Oh no. The caller was a man who apologized, saying he'd scratched my father with his car and he was in the hospital. I didn't have time to ask how serious it was. I rushed to the hospital, found my father, and discovered he wasn't seriously injured, just a slight fracture in his ankle. The man who scratched my father was quite nice, constantly apologizing. I thought he was alright since he hadn't run away and had taken him to the doctor, so I didn't blame him too much. He paid for the medicine, left his contact information, and said he would definitely come back and compensate for all expenses, including damages. I wouldn't try to extort money from him; paying for the medical bills was enough. My father told me what happened and said it wasn't serious. Of course, I was very worried. I contacted acquaintances and inquired about the situation before I felt relieved. The doctor said he only needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, it would be fine, and he could rest at home. Just avoid moving his ankle. I asked my father if he wanted to stay in the hospital or go home. He said home, he wasn't comfortable here. I said okay, he could go home, but he had to come with me; he couldn't stay alone, and it wouldn't be good if no one took care of him. My father didn't want to trouble us, but I didn't want to either, so I took him to my house. While I was asking about the situation, Li Li, after learning what had happened, rushed to the hospital. Before even reaching the hospital, she and I took my father home. I'm very satisfied with Li Li's filial piety; she's very sensible and dutiful. She often says that I'm from a single-parent family, and my father has had it even harder, which makes me very happy. This time, with my father staying at our house, Li Li had to work even harder. After settling my father in, we chatted for a while. Regarding my suggestion that he find a companion, my father maintained his old stance: he's used to being alone and doesn't want anyone to disturb his life. I know he also doesn't want his partner's family to disrupt my normal life. Sigh, I've tried to persuade him for a long time, but there's been no progress. This is really troublesome. I understand my father's stubbornness; it seems this path won't work. But what other options are there? Hiring a caregiver? My father won't agree to that either; he's not that old, after all. Even with a caregiver, my father's physical needs still can't be met. Hiring a prostitute is out of the question; if he knew what I was thinking, he'd kill me. What to do? Back in my room, I kept thinking it over. My wife noticed I was preoccupied and asked what was wrong. I said, "Dad's getting older, and it's inconvenient for him to live alone. I wanted to find him a companion, but he still disagrees. Hiring a caregiver? He disagrees then too. Even if he agreed to a caregiver, his physical needs still wouldn't be met. I can't exactly find him a prostitute, can I?" My wife said, "You really have a wild idea! Hiring a prostitute? You don't want to live anymore! Dad'll break your legs!" I chuckled and said, "It's just that I want to make Dad's later years a little more exciting." My wife said, "Let Dad live with us. That way, we can look after each other. As for his physical needs… well, I don't know!" Li Li blushed. I had no other choice but to let my father live with us for now. After my father settled in, Lili and I took good care of him, and he was soon able to move around again. However, I couldn't stop thinking about his problems. Of course, life had to go on; we couldn't let problems stop us from moving forward. After a few days without sex, we were tempted again, but with my father at home, we couldn't be as unrestrained. While waiting for Lili to get into bed, I idly browsed a sex forum. I enjoy reading on sex forums, often finding satisfaction in the fantastical fantasies and unrealistic desires, especially during Lili's pregnancy, which became a frequent haunt of my late-night visits. Then, a tag I usually overlooked caught my eye: several articles in the "Married Women" section described fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law, sons away on business, and the natural occurrence of sex between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law, with the son being mentally challenged and unable to perform, or fathers taking the place of sons. While the content lacked realism, it both surprised and frightened me. I don't have cuckoldry tendencies, so these chapters didn't arouse me. However, what I thought of was solving my father's physiological needs. But this ethical issue also frightened me. Could Li Li accept it? Could my father accept it? Could I accept it? Ethics are a net; breaking through this net often leads to tragic endings, being condemned by everyone, having no space to live, and perhaps even causing the destruction of the family. If we were to wear the label of incest, our relatives would all be affected. Although all sorts of novel things are accepted in today's society, even wife-swapping is not uncommon, this ethical issue carries a high-pressure net. But filial piety comes first. For my father, for my father who has raised me with such profound kindness, thinking of his weathered face over the years, thinking of the delicious meals he cooked for me, thinking of his tall back still bent, should I take the risk if I wanted him to have a happier old age? This thought had no answer; it wasn't something that could be resolved in a flash. Li Li came to the bed, saw me lost in thought again, and asked what was wrong. I didn't tell her my thoughts, just said, "Nothing, rest, you've had a long day." I lay down, holding Lili as usual, and tried to sleep. But tonight, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Could it be possible? Could it go on? I'd pondered these questions thousands of times, but without an answer. Unconsciously, I drifted off to sleep, exhausted. It seemed I was dreaming, or perhaps I was sleeping very soundly. When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still not beside me, but with the child. I got up and saw my father already up, busy in the kitchen. I quickly said, "Dad, why are you up so early? Don't do that. You need to rest. Old people's bones don't heal easily. Go and rest." I took the work from his hands. He said, "It's alright. Not moving around isn't good for me." At that moment, Lili came out of the room, wearing a shoulder-covering nightgown. Because it was convenient to breastfeed the baby at night, she wasn't wearing a bra, but because the fabric was quite dark, I couldn't see what was underneath, but I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I remembered my thoughts from last night, and my face flushed slightly. They were all behaving normally, just like always. Lili greeted her father as usual, "Dad, you're up! Don't bother, let us do these things. You should rest." Her father replied, "I've been resting for days, and I'm not used to it. My body feels rusty, I feel uncomfortable all over." His wife chuckled and said, "Dad, you still can't stay idle. When the child gets up and you play with him, be careful not to hurt your leg." Watching them chat like this, they really seemed like father and daughter. This conversation between daughter and father—this is how we used to be. Lili treated her father like her own father, and I treated her parents like my own parents. Our family was so harmonious. If I were to raise this question, it would disrupt this harmony. And wouldn't the consequences be terrible? But what about her father's happy old age?"Dad's getting older, and it's inconvenient for him to live alone. I wanted to find him a companion, but he still disagrees. He also disagrees with hiring a caregiver. Even if he agreed to a caregiver, his physical needs wouldn't be met. We can't exactly hire a prostitute for him, can we?" My wife said, "You really have some ideas! Hiring a prostitute? You don't want to live anymore! Dad'll break your legs." I chuckled and said, "It's just that I want to make Dad's later years a little more exciting." My wife said, "Let Dad live with us. That way, we can look after each other. As for his physical needs... well, I don't know!" Li Li blushed. I had no other choice but to let my father live with us for now. After my father moved in, Li Li and I took good care of him, and he quickly regained his mobility. But I kept thinking about my father's problem. Of course, life has to go on; we can't let problems stop us from moving forward. After a few days without sex, we were feeling the urge again, but with my father at home, we couldn't be as uninhibited. While waiting for Li Li to get into bed, I idly browsed some sex forums. I enjoy reading. I often browse through online bookstores, sometimes finding satisfaction in fantastical scenarios and unrealistic desires, especially during Li Li's pregnancy, when it became a frequent haunt for quiet late-night reading. Then, a label I usually overlooked caught my eye: several articles in the "Married Women" section described fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law having sex while their sons were away on business, with the sons portrayed as mentally challenged and the father taking the place of the son. While the content lacked realism, it both surprised and frightened me. I have no cuckoldry tendencies, so these chapters didn't arouse me. However, I thought about how it could satisfy my father's sexual needs. But the ethical implications terrified me. Could Li Li accept it? Could my father accept it? Could I accept it? Ethics are a web; breaking through it often leads to tragic ends, condemnation, and a lack of social standing, perhaps even the destruction of the family. If we were branded with incest, our entire family would be affected. Although society today accepts all sorts of novel things, even wife-swapping is no longer uncommon, ethical issues are still subject to intense scrutiny. However, filial piety is paramount. For my father, for the father who raised me with such profound kindness, thinking of his weathered face, thinking of the delicious meals he cooked for me, thinking of his tall figure still bent, should I risk it to give him a happier old age? This is a thought without an answer, not something that can be resolved in a flash. Lili came to the bed, seeing me lost in thought again, and asked what was wrong. I didn't tell her my thoughts, just said, "Nothing, rest, I'm tired after a long day." I lay down, holding Lili as usual, and tried to sleep, but tonight I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Is it possible? Can it be done? I've pondered these questions thousands of times, but there are no answers. Unconsciously, I finally fell asleep from exhaustion, seemingly dreaming, yet also seemingly sleeping soundly. When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still not beside me, but with the children. After I got up, I saw that my father was already up and busy in the kitchen. I quickly said, "Dad, why are you up so early? Don't do that, you need to rest. Older people's bones don't heal easily, you should rest." As I spoke, I went over and took the work from my father. He said, "It's okay, not moving around won't do any good." At this moment, Li Li came out of the room, wearing a shoulder-covering nightgown. Because it was convenient to breastfeed the baby at night, she wasn't wearing a bra, but because the fabric was quite dark, I couldn't see what was underneath, but I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I remembered my thoughts from last night, and my face flushed slightly. They were all behaving normally, just like always. Lili greeted her father as usual, "Dad, you're up! Don't bother, let us do these things. You should rest." Her father replied, "I've been resting for days, and I'm not used to it. My body feels rusty, I feel uncomfortable all over." His wife chuckled and said, "Dad, you still can't stay idle. When the child gets up and you play with him, be careful not to hurt your leg." Watching them chat like this, they really seemed like father and daughter. This conversation between daughter and father—this is how we used to be. Lili treated her father like her own father, and I treated her parents like my own parents. Our family was so harmonious. If I were to raise this question, it would disrupt this harmony. And wouldn't the consequences be terrible? But what about her father's happy old age?"Dad's getting older, and it's inconvenient for him to live alone. I wanted to find him a companion, but he still disagrees. He also disagrees with hiring a caregiver. Even if he agreed to a caregiver, his physical needs wouldn't be met. We can't exactly hire a prostitute for him, can we?" My wife said, "You really have some ideas! Hiring a prostitute? You don't want to live anymore! Dad'll break your legs." I chuckled and said, "It's just that I want to make Dad's later years a little more exciting." My wife said, "Let Dad live with us. That way, we can look after each other. As for his physical needs... well, I don't know!" Li Li blushed. I had no other choice but to let my father live with us for now. After my father moved in, Li Li and I took good care of him, and he quickly regained his mobility. But I kept thinking about my father's problem. Of course, life has to go on; we can't let problems stop us from moving forward. After a few days without sex, we were feeling the urge again, but with my father at home, we couldn't be as uninhibited. While waiting for Li Li to get into bed, I idly browsed some sex forums. I enjoy reading. I often browse through online bookstores, sometimes finding satisfaction in fantastical scenarios and unrealistic desires, especially during Li Li's pregnancy, when it became a frequent haunt for quiet late-night reading. Then, a label I usually overlooked caught my eye: several articles in the "Married Women" section described fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law having sex while their sons were away on business, with the sons portrayed as mentally challenged and the father taking the place of the son. While the content lacked realism, it both surprised and frightened me. I have no cuckoldry tendencies, so these chapters didn't arouse me. However, I thought about how it could satisfy my father's sexual needs. But the ethical implications terrified me. Could Li Li accept it? Could my father accept it? Could I accept it? Ethics are a web; breaking through it often leads to tragic ends, condemnation, and a lack of social standing, perhaps even the destruction of the family. If we were branded with incest, our entire family would be affected. Although society today accepts all sorts of novel things, even wife-swapping is no longer uncommon, ethical issues are still subject to intense scrutiny. However, filial piety is paramount. For my father, for the father who raised me with such profound kindness, thinking of his weathered face, thinking of the delicious meals he cooked for me, thinking of his tall figure still bent, should I risk it to give him a happier old age? This is a thought without an answer, not something that can be resolved in a flash. Lili came to the bed, seeing me lost in thought again, and asked what was wrong. I didn't tell her my thoughts, just said, "Nothing, rest, I'm tired after a long day." I lay down, holding Lili as usual, and tried to sleep, but tonight I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Is it possible? Can it be done? I've pondered these questions thousands of times, but there are no answers. Unconsciously, I finally fell asleep from exhaustion, seemingly dreaming, yet also seemingly sleeping soundly. When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still not beside me, but with the children. After I got up, I saw that my father was already up and busy in the kitchen. I quickly said, "Dad, why are you up so early? Don't do that, you need to rest. Older people's bones don't heal easily, you should rest." As I spoke, I went over and took the work from my father. He said, "It's okay, not moving around won't do any good." At this moment, Li Li came out of the room, wearing a shoulder-covering nightgown. Because it was convenient to breastfeed the baby at night, she wasn't wearing a bra, but because the fabric was quite dark, I couldn't see what was underneath, but I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I remembered my thoughts from last night, and my face flushed slightly. They were all behaving normally, just like always. Lili greeted her father as usual, "Dad, you're up! Don't bother, let us do these things. You should rest." Her father replied, "I've been resting for days, and I'm not used to it. My body feels rusty, I feel uncomfortable all over." His wife chuckled and said, "Dad, you still can't stay idle. When the child gets up and you play with him, be careful not to hurt your leg." Watching them chat like this, they really seemed like father and daughter. This conversation between daughter and father—this is how we used to be. Lili treated her father like her own father, and I treated her parents like my own parents. Our family was so harmonious. If I were to raise this question, it would disrupt this harmony. And wouldn't the consequences be terrible? But what about her father's happy old age?

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