Online article reprint: I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife (Chapters 31-60)

Chapter 31 Confidant

My scream echoed in the bedroom, startling my father-in-law, who was gradually reaching his desires. He stood there nervously, at a loss for what to do. I, too, was bewildered by my own sudden action. Time seemed to stand still, the atmosphere incredibly tense.

I was the first to break the silence. I thought of many things to say, but the first question that came out was, "Why?" Because this was also the question in my heart: why had my father-in-law suddenly entered my room? I desperately wanted to know the answer. My father-in-law pondered for a long time, hesitant to speak. But the answer that followed was completely unexpected. It turned out that that night, my father-in-law hadn't been drunk and asleep. He had woken up halfway through the act and witnessed everything. I was shocked. I had thought he hadn't discovered what happened that night. Suddenly knowing that he knew everything, I felt my face burning. I wanted to escape and deny it, but I couldn't find an excuse or reason, and could only stammer, unable to speak.

Perhaps my father-in-law had finally broken free from the oppressive atmosphere, and he began to confide in me little by little. It turned out he had known all along about my husband's sexual problems, and combined with my masturbation on him that night, he had started to worry about me and the family. Furthermore, his unresolved sexual needs in his later years after my mother-in-law's passing, coupled with the influence of alcohol, led to his impulsive actions that night. At this point, everything became clear to me.

Slowly, I was moved by my father-in-law's sincere emotions and words, and I believed everything he said was genuine. My husband and I hadn't provided him with much happiness in his later years, yet he, at his age, still toiled and worried for this family. My husband's family wasn't wealthy when he was young, and my mother-in-law was seriously ill; my father-in-law single-handedly supported the family, and he never gave up. That required incredible willpower. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my husband and I had failed him. Seeing his tears streaming down his face filled me with unbearable sorrow. Especially when he tried to leave the house to escape what had happened that day, I finally couldn't suppress my emotions anymore; I couldn't find a reason to blame him.

As my father-in-law turned to leave the room, I suddenly grabbed him uncontrollably; it was truly an instinctive reaction. Thinking of his tearful apology and his frail body apologizing to me, I couldn't bring myself to blame this poor old man. I decided to do something for this kind and simple man.

I started masturbating him, wanting to help him release his pent-up emotions, as if it were something I could do for him. Gradually, his previously limp penis became erect again. Although I had seen it once before, I was still shocked by its large size. Perhaps because of the alcohol, my senses were dulled; my hand ached, but he still showed no signs of ejaculating. Meanwhile, my own desire grew stronger. I couldn't just satisfy my father-in-law alone; I needed to satisfy myself too.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered a form of mutual masturbation I had seen in erotic articles recently: using one's legs to masturbate another while simultaneously rubbing one's own genitals. Without penetration, this was considered the most stimulating and pleasurable form of masturbation. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt an itch, and my lower body became increasingly itchy; I could feel myself becoming wet.

Thinking this, I lay down and, following the method described in the novel, slowly moistened my legs with my vaginal fluid, sandwiching my father-in-law's penis between them. My father-in-law wasn't too oblivious; he immediately understood and began thrusting. Instantly, a wave of pleasure surged from my lower body. The friction between my father-in-law's thick, long shaft and egg-sized glans during thrusting was countless times more stimulating than masturbation. However, due to ethics and modesty, I suppressed my moans, perhaps afraid of being rejected by my father-in-law, or perhaps still feeling some resistance. Just

as I was secretly enjoying myself, I suddenly saw a pair of dark shadows slowly reaching towards me on the bed. Feeling strange, I turned around and saw that it was my father-in-law reaching out to grab my breasts. A sudden wave of resistance washed over me. I didn't know why I resisted my father-in-law touching my breasts; logically, since he had already kissed my lower body, what did it matter if he touched my breasts? But my body's instincts still rejected my father-in-law. Thinking it over carefully, I realized I still wanted to preserve another forbidden zone for my husband; perhaps this would lessen my guilt. Seeing my refusal, my father-in-law gave up. His thrusts became stronger and more forceful, the intense stimulation and pleasure finally making me unable to suppress my moans. I began to let out loud moans, the stimulation and exhilaration making me feel like I was about to fly into the blue sky, my body floating. The feeling was indescribable. My father-in-law's thrusts became more and more intense, and finally, with a powerful thrust, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. I ejaculated, his semen filling my legs and flowing down onto the bed.

After the passion subsided, what followed was guilt and self-reproach upon regaining my senses. After my father-in-law left, I couldn't suppress the guilt and sadness I felt towards my husband. I wanted to cry out loud, but I couldn't. I tried to wipe the semen off with tissues, but I underestimated the amount of semen my father-in-law ejaculated. The thick semen covered my legs, and when I stood up, it flowed down my legs, onto my heels and slippers. It seemed I couldn't clean it off with tissues. I could only suppress my grief, clamp my legs together, cover my groin with my hands, and try to prevent the semen from flowing onto the floor as I slowly walked to the bathroom for a thorough cleansing.

After washing, I saw a photo of my husband. The longing and guilt overwhelmed me, and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't suppress my desires, nor could I hate my father-in-law. This complex and contradictory emotion overwhelmed me, to the point that I couldn't concentrate at work today. After work, I sat quietly in the community garden for a long time, thinking about the times my husband and I would take selfies and walk in the garden, and also about last night's passion—a bittersweet experience. Ultimately, I had to face it. I mustered my courage and went home. When my father-in-law saw me return, he didn't greet me as usual. I knew he was probably feeling even more guilty and remorseful than I was. I decided to take the initiative to mediate between him and me. I asked him to make me noodles, and I saw relief and relaxation in his eyes.

Back in the bedroom, I called my husband with a heavy heart. He was still as optimistic and cheerful as ever, even after a long day, he couldn't help but joke with me. Hearing his voice, all my pent-up emotions welled up, and I couldn't control myself and cried. My husband almost noticed my distress, but before we could finish our conversation, my father-in-law suddenly entered and interrupted us. While

we were eating, he suddenly suggested that we stop having intimate contact. Hearing this, I felt a little comforted, because he was still a good father-in-law. The fact that he was willing to give up showed that our family was the most important thing to him, and that he could overcome his desires. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel disappointed, as if I didn't want to give up the beautiful and fulfilling moments of the previous night. Since my father-in-law had brought it up, I couldn't say anything, and it was a good opportunity to end this illicit affair. However, my feelings for him had deepened; I felt a stronger appreciation for him, a genuine admiration for a man. His image suddenly became much more imposing in my mind

. After washing the dishes, my father-in-law and I watched TV and chatted. Through our conversation, we had resolved our differences. We hadn't interacted much before, but at this moment, we talked a lot. Chatting with him made me feel incredibly relaxed. I had never realized before how well we connected; it felt like we were meeting for the first time, and we had so much in common. In my eyes, he had suddenly become a confidant, and so incredibly charming. Even as we went to bed, I felt a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Now, I really don't know what our relationship will be like. Maybe it will return to normal, but we are closer than before. However, there's a problem I find difficult to talk about: how will I satisfy my physical needs? How will I deal with my sexual desires? ...

Chapter 32 Unexpected

After reading Xiaoying's blog post, I understood her complex feelings for her father. It wasn't love, but it could be described as infatuation and adoration. Although today's conversation between her and her father worried things would revert to the way they were, Xiaoying's post showed me that the seed of desire in her heart had taken root and sprouted. It was just temporarily dormant due to a lack of sunlight and water, so I needed to continue carefully nurturing it; there would always be a way. I

slept soundly, only to be woken by Xiaoying's phone call the next day. We chatted sweetly on the phone, and I could tell she was in much better spirits, slowly returning to her former self—a good thing. After a tender moment with my beloved Xiaoying on the phone, I got up, washed, ate breakfast, and began another tedious day of training. In the evening, the training finally ended, but as soon as I stepped out of the computer lab and turned on my phone, Xiaoying called. I felt a little strange; normally, I turn my phone off during training, and Xiaoying had no idea when the training ended. Normally, it's impossible for it to be such a coincidence. I had just turned on my phone when Xiaoying called. Xiaoying usually calls me after I've had dinner and returned to the hotel. Why would she call now? This can only mean that Xiaoying has been trying to call me, and she called as soon as I turned on my phone. Could something urgent have happened? Thinking this, I quickly answered Xiaoying's call.

"Honey, something bad has happened! Dad's had an accident!" As soon as I answered the phone, Xiaoying's anxious voice came from the other end, though her tone was relatively calm.

"What happened to Dad?" Hearing Xiaoying say that my father had an accident, I was so shocked that I almost dropped my briefcase. I couldn't help but shout, causing my colleagues who were leaving the classroom to look at me strangely.

"Dad was on a stool this morning, trying to get something from the cabinet, and he accidentally fell off. He's still in the hospital." Xiaoying's voice was trembling with tears; she was extremely worried.

"How is he? Is he in any danger?" Hearing Xiaoying's answer, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My father is getting old, and even minor bumps and scrapes can turn into serious problems, especially falling directly off a stool. At his age, if he hits his head, it could cause serious issues. Since my mother passed away, I've poured all my filial piety into caring for my father. So when I heard about his accident, I couldn't think of anything else; I just wanted to rush home to look after him, lest… “He's not in mortal danger. When Dad fell, he landed on his hands first, so he didn't injure his head or other parts of his body. Luckily, he braced himself with his hands when he fell. It's just…” Hearing Xiaoying say that my father hadn't injured his head and wasn't in mortal danger, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. But Xiaoying's last two words, “just,” made my heart jump again.

“Just what?” I asked quickly, picking up my briefcase and hurrying out of the office building.

“His hands are fractured due to the impact of landing first, and he has soft tissue contusions. The doctor is putting splints and casts on him now.” “How serious is it? How long will it take to heal?” Hearing this, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thankfully, it was just fractures, nothing else. The situation was much better than I had expected.

"The doctor said it takes 100 days to recover from a broken bone. If everything is normal, the splint and cast should be kept in place for a month, along with oral medication to help the bones heal. After a month, the splint and cast can be removed, and the range of motion of the joints can be gradually increased. Ensure daily sun exposure and gradually add weight to the hands, but don't overdo it. Full recovery should be possible in about three months." Xiaoying slowly calmed herself and began to speak earnestly to me.

"Oh, then take your time to recover. I'll ask my boss for leave now. You stay home and work hard; I'll come back to help you right away." I knew that I needed to go back and help at this time, because there were many things Xiaoying couldn't handle alone. Fortunately, my father's injury wasn't serious; as long as he recovered slowly, there wouldn't be any lasting effects.

"No, honey, you focus on your training. I can manage on my own. Dad's injury isn't severe. I'll take care of him for the next few days. I already had my mother pick up our son today so she can help take care of him for a few days. I've also taken a week off from work. Even without you, I can take care of Dad by myself. Don't worry." Xiaoying refused my request to take leave and made all the necessary arrangements at home. Xiaoying handled everything perfectly, leaving the child with her mother-in-law and taking time off to care for her father. She was incredibly capable. Back in university, she was in the etiquette team and a student council member; her abilities were consistently praised by teachers and advisors.

"Okay, Xiaoying, when can Dad be discharged?" With Xiaoying's arrangements, I finally felt relieved.

"In about an hour. Once the splints and casts are removed, he can go home to recuperate. Besides his hands, Dad is almost completely uninjured; he can walk without problems. He just needs to be fed until he's fully healed." "That's good. Thank you for your hard work, honey." I suddenly couldn't find any other words to thank Xiaoying for her efforts. Perhaps that would be too polite, or perhaps it wouldn't suit the intimate love between us.

"What are you saying, honey? Of course I have to take good care of Dad while you're not home. Don't worry, I'll take care of him just like I took care of you when you were sick. Don't worry. I have to go now, the doctor called me. He should be all bandaged up. Goodbye, honey, I'll talk to you later." My wife hung up the phone hastily. Looking at the disconnected phone, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It really is unpredictable; my father had an accident at this crucial moment.

Walking along the street, I learned about my father's injuries. My worry gradually subsided. It wasn't a big deal. As long as Xiaoying took good care of him, I believed he would recover quickly. I thought that my father falling off the stool was probably due to being distracted and lacking concentration these past few days, and it was definitely related to his close contact with Xiaoying. If that was the reason, then I was the culprit behind my father's injury. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Thankfully, nothing serious happened, but it was just an accident, an accident I couldn't control. At this moment, I no longer worried about my father. Although I wasn't home, Xiaoying was there to take care of him, and I believed she would care for him the way she had cared for me when I was sick.

Wait, like she cared for me? Could it be that she would also care for my father the way she cared for me...? I don't know why I had such a filthy thought; perhaps it was because I was no longer worried about my father's injury. Then I remembered my plan. My father's hands were injured, and he couldn't take care of many things on his own. He needed Xiaoying to feed him, and his illness would undoubtedly increase their contact time and intimacy. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. My father's injury was a good opportunity for me; I believed things might turn around.

With this in mind, I suppressed my excitement. I even lost my appetite. I quickly returned to the hotel, hastily ate some leftover snacks, and sat on the bed, opening my laptop. I turned on the home security camera footage and waited, waiting to see how Xiaoying would care for my injured father after they returned.

Chapter 33 Going to the Toilet

When I checked the security camera footage, Xiaoying and her father had just arrived home.

Her father's hands, from elbows to fingers, were completely wrapped in casts, but he seemed to be in relatively good spirits.

He was sitting on the sofa, dressed, while Xiaoying was cooking in the kitchen.

Perhaps because of her father's injury, Xiaoying made a light and refreshing congee with preserved egg and lean pork, something she often made for me when I was sick.

Light, it's gentle on the body and nutritious.

The father sat on the sofa watching TV, his arms in a sling around his neck. Occasionally, his gaze would drift to Xiaoying, who was busy in the kitchen, a look of emotion, relief, and affection in his eyes.

At that moment, Xiaoying, in his eyes, was perhaps a virtuous "wife," preparing nutritious porridge for him.

When people are hurt and down, it's often the help they receive that touches their hearts most deeply, because when people are wounded, their hearts are most vulnerable and easily moved.

After a while, Xiaoying finished making the porridge and placed it on the coffee table in front of her father, one bowl for each of them.

"Dad, eat. You're injured, so you can't eat anything spicy. Just have some light porridge. I'll try to make it as nutritious as possible so you can recover quickly,"

Xiaoying said, looking at her father with concern. Perhaps unconsciously, her father's importance in her heart had also increased significantly.

That look represented care, and even more so, a touch of tenderness.

The father and Xiaoying sat together, eating porridge and watching TV.

Xiaoying fed her father spoonful by spoonful, slowly and carefully.

Occasionally, when some porridge spilled from his mouth and got on his lips, Xiaoying would gently wipe it away with a tissue.

She fed him patiently, showing no sign of annoyance.

Watching Xiaoying's attentive care, her father stared at her face, which was very close to his, and a look of fascination gradually appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps Xiaoying noticed her father's gaze; her ears gradually turned red, but she persisted in slowly feeding him the porridge.

Seeing her father's fascination, a hint of pride appeared in Xiaoying's eyes; perhaps her father's fascination gave her a sense of satisfaction.

As they ate, I noticed something strange about her father. He kept shifting slightly on the sofa, as if he was restless, looking at Xiaoying as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

However, Xiaoying was focused on feeding her father and didn't notice his unusual behavior.

Time continued to pass, and her father's unusual movements became more pronounced, even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xiaoying, who was feeding her father porridge, finally noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Dad? You look terrible. Are your hands hurting again?"

Xiaoying asked anxiously and worriedly after sensing her father's unusual condition.

"I...I..."

Her father's face grew increasingly pale, but he stammered, unable to explain what was wrong.

"Dad, what's wrong? Tell me, I'm so worried about you."

Xiaoying finally realized something was wrong with her father, stood up, put the porridge on the coffee table, and quickly and gently shook her father's shoulders.

"I...I need to...I need to go to the bathroom."

Perhaps because he couldn't hold it in any longer, her father finally spoke up and told Xiaoying what was wrong.

Hearing her father's words, Xiaoying suddenly blushed, a look of panic flashing across her pretty face.

That's right, since her father was injured that afternoon, he hadn't gone to the bathroom.

And now, with his hands injured, he couldn't even unbutton his pants. But now it was just Xiaoying and her father; who could help him? "Oh, come on, Dad, let me help you to the bathroom."

Xiaoying took a deep breath, her complexion gradually returning to normal.

She took her father's arm and led him step by step towards the bathroom.

Sitting at the computer, I quickly turned on the bathroom's live camera.

My father, being helped by Xiaoying, had a flushed face and looked very nervous and embarrassed.

The two of them finally made it into the bathroom. Xiaoying led her father to the toilet and slowly opened the lid.

At this moment, Xiaoying appeared composed, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her inner tension.

After opening the toilet lid, Xiaoying glanced at her father, who quickly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact. Xiaoying took a slight breath and slowly reached for her father's waistband.

At this moment, her father's face was covered in even more sweat, which began to drip down his chin, whether from the urge to urinate or from nervousness, it was unclear.

Seeing Xiaoying's hands approaching his waistband, her father wanted to dodge and refuse, but since his hands were immobile, he could only slowly pull his hips back to avoid her.

Xiaoying, who was about to undo her father's belt, noticed his expression. Perhaps because his nervousness was so amusing, she suddenly pulled her hand back, covered her mouth, and chuckled softly, like a blooming lily, so beautiful and radiant.

Her father, startled by her sudden laughter, froze, his face growing even more embarrassed.

"Dad, look how nervous you are. You're injured; if I don't take care of you, who will? Besides, what's there to be nervous about? What part of your body haven't I seen…?"

Xiaoying stopped laughing and spoke softly to her father, but as she said the last sentence, she suddenly felt a little awkward and embarrassed, her face flushing slightly.

Hearing this, her father forced an unnatural smile, shifting his hunched hips back to a normal standing posture.

Xiaoying placed her hands on her father's belt and slowly unbuckled it, then slowly pulled down his trousers.

When Xiaoying's hand touched the edge of her father's underwear, she paused slightly, took a deep breath, as if making up her mind, and slowly pulled down his underwear.

His dark penis and thick pubic hair gradually became visible. Xiaoying placed her hand on his penis, and

both she and her father trembled slightly upon touching it. Their faces flushed. Xiaoying straightened his penis, aligning the glans with the toilet bowl.

Perhaps to avoid further embarrassment, after completing these actions, Xiaoying slightly turned her head to the side.

Perhaps unable to hold it in any longer, her father began to urinate.

At this moment, with Xiaoying's hand gently touching his penis, perhaps due to the contact and the smooth flow of urine, his expression was one of great pleasure.

Xiaoying gently squeezed her father's penis; perhaps it wasn't the first time she had touched it, and after a moment of awkwardness and tension, both she and her father calmed down.

"Splash, splash, splash," the father urinated for a full half minute, showing how long he had been holding it in. He certainly wouldn't have asked Xiaoying if he hadn't finally been unable to hold it any longer.

After he finished, Xiaoying turned around, gently shook his penis to clean the urine droplets from the glans, then took a wet wipe from her pocket and gently wiped his penis and glans, removing any remaining urine.

Xiaoying was so meticulous in wiping him, like a virtuous "wife" caring for her "husband."

Because she was bent over, the slightly open V-neck revealed a deep, snow-white cleavage, and even her sexy lace bra was clearly visible.

The father, with his head bowed, was instantly drawn to that glimpse of spring. Gradually, his tense and embarrassed expression disappeared, replaced by desire and intoxication.

Xiaoying's breasts were forbidden territory, and apart from that one accidental, slight touch, she had never allowed her father to truly touch them.

Even though he had touched and tasted her genitals, Xiaoying had never allowed him to get close to her breasts.

This shows how much attraction and magic Xiaoying's untouched breasts held for her father.

Often, what one cannot have is what one desires most.

Slowly, without her noticing, her father's penis grew thicker and harder in Xiaoying's hands, eventually becoming erect. Lost in admiring Xiaoying's snow-white breasts, her father probably didn't even notice the abnormality in his penis.

Xiaoying, who was wiping her father's penis to finish, slowly noticed the unusual thing: his penis, at least two or three times thicker and longer than hers, was erect and ready for intercourse.

Seeing her father's penis instantly erect in her hands, Xiaoying looked up at her father in confusion, only to find him staring lecherously at her neckline, his gaze so intoxicated, he didn't even blink.

Looking down, Xiaoying instantly realized her neckline was wide open, her white, firm breasts and alluring cleavage completely exposed to her father's eyes…

Chapter 34 A Favor

When Xiaoying noticed where her father's gaze was fixed, her face instantly flushed red, even her neck turning red.

But there was no anger in her eyes, only a hint of shame and indignation.

The father, completely absorbed in admiring his surroundings, was oblivious to being discovered and continued his gazing.

Xiaoying, noticing her father still staring lecherously at her cleavage, suddenly smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Taking advantage of her father's

distraction, Xiaoying flicked his already egg-sized glans with her finger, causing it to tremble instantly.

"Hiss…," the father gasped, finally snapping out of his reverie.

He quickly looked at Xiaoying, finding her pouting and glaring at him.

He suddenly remembered his earlier lapse in composure and noticed his erect penis.

His face flushed, and he gave an awkward, unnatural laugh.

"You rascal…"

Seeing her father's childlike embarrassment, Xiaoying chuckled and whispered two words to him.

Xiaoying, however, was no longer ashamed or angry; only a joyful smile remained.

Her father, infected by Xiaoying's laughter, gradually lost his awkwardness.

Xiaoying stopped laughing, wiped the penis a few more times with a wet wipe, and then prepared to put her father's penis back into his underwear.

However, stimulated by Xiaoying's wiping and the recent glimpse of her exposed skin, her father's penis remained erect, showing no signs of softening.

Because her father's penis was so thick and strong, Xiaoying struggled for a long time but couldn't manage to put the rock-hard penis back into his underwear. In fact, due to the excessive force, her father gasped in pain.

Actually, if Xiaoying kept her father's penis pointing upwards, she could have easily put his underwear back on, but his penis was so thick and long that it almost touched his navel, close to his stomach.

Even if she did put on the underwear, she wouldn't be able to fasten the belt; it would likely constrict his erect penis tightly. So Xiaoying tried her best to press her father's penis down, keeping it inside his underwear.

She pulled his underwear to its limit, but couldn't get it in.

"Dad, hurry up...make it go soft, I can't put your pants on like this."

After many attempts, Xiaoying still couldn't get her father's underwear on, and looked up at him shyly.

"Uh, okay, okay,"

her father stammered.

Then he closed his eyes, seemingly trying to distract himself.

Since his leg-fucking with Xiaoying last time, he hadn't masturbated, and his libido had built up. He "tried" for a long time with his eyes closed, but his penis not only didn't go soft, it became even harder and more erect.

He suddenly exhaled, opened his eyes, and looked at Xiaoying pitifully.

His meaning was clear: I tried, but it just wouldn't listen to me.

Seeing her father's pitiful look, Xiaoying slowly lowered her head, seemingly hesitant and deep in thought.

After a while,

Xiaoying raised her head again, looking at her father with a hint of longing and determination in her eyes.

"Since I can't make him go soft, I'll help Dad release. Once he releases, that'll be enough."

After saying this, Xiaoying began to masturbate her father.

Her father hesitated, seemingly wanting to refuse, but seeing his erect penis, he could only give up and silently enjoy it.

Xiaoying alternated between her hands as she masturbated her father, who kept his head down, admiring the view revealed by Xiaoying's neckline.

Perhaps wanting her father to ejaculate sooner, Xiaoying didn't avoid her father's gaze and continued to masturbate him.

However, Xiaoying underestimated her father's stamina, or perhaps because they had already had intercourse, ordinary masturbation was no longer enough to satisfy his desire for pleasure.

Xiaoying masturbated for a long time, but her father showed no signs of ejaculating. Gradually, Xiaoying became sweaty from exhaustion.

After another five minutes, Xiaoying released her father's penis and began to swing her already sore and numb hands, gently stroking her wrists.

"Dad, it's been so long and you still haven't ejaculated."

Xiaoying raised her flushed, sweat-covered face, pouting slightly as she "complained" to her father, but there was no anger in her eyes.

"I...I...I didn't want to either, it's just..." her father stammered, embarrassed. But how could he possibly decide such a thing?

Xiaoying seemed to understand this as well. Xiaoying stood up, but as she did so, her legs pressed tightly together, rubbing slightly against each other. It was clear that she was wet from masturbating her father earlier.

After standing up, Xiaoying tapped her chin with her slender index finger, lost in thought. After a moment, she gritted her teeth, grabbed her father's penis again, and instead of masturbating, led it slowly out of the bathroom. Her father seemed puzzled, but with his penis in Xiaoying's hand, he could only obediently let her lead him. Xiaoying walked ahead, her right hand still gripping her father's penis, while her father, with his hands in casts, followed blankly behind.

The scene was quite comical: an old man being led by the penis by an extremely beautiful woman. After leaving the bathroom, Xiaoying "led" her father towards his bedroom. What was Xiaoying up to? Sitting in front of the computer screen, I was a little confused. Perhaps… perhaps my father, being "led," was also thinking about something. I saw a hint of excitement and desire in his eyes, but also some worry and hesitation.

Slowly, the two entered my father's bedroom, and I quickly turned on the security camera. After leading her father into the bedroom, Xiaoying turned around, her face flushed with shyness, and lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with him. She gently pushed him with both hands, slowly leading him to the edge of the bed.

His legs were against the edge, his back to the bed. Once his legs were against the edge, he couldn't move any further. Xiaoying raised her head, looking at her father shyly, and then gently pushed him again with both hands. Her father immediately understood, slowly sitting on the bed, and then, with Xiaoying's continued pushing, slowly lying down.

His erect penis and his straight body formed a right angle; his dark, thick penis resembled a towering pagoda atop a mountain.

After lying down, her father gently placed his plaster-wrapped hands against his chest.

He looked like a woman waiting to be favored. Xiaoying watched her father slowly lie down and began to slowly remove his outer trousers, then his underwear. At this moment, the father was completely naked from the waist down, except for his upper body, revealing his erect, dark penis and wrinkled, aged skin.

After helping her father "change clothes," Xiaoying slowly stood up, closed her eyes, and turned away from her father with a shy expression. Turning around, Xiaoying began to slowly unbutton her nightgown, her movements so slow and gentle. Occasionally, she would take a deep breath, her chest heaving rapidly, one could imagine her inner tension and eagerness.

After unbuttoning, Xiaoying slowly took off her emerald green nightgown, and as it slowly slipped down, her snow-white, sexy body was gradually revealed. Lying on the bed, the father watched all this quietly, breathing heavily, his desire growing stronger.

Slowly, Xiaoying's nightgown finally slid to the floor, revealing her smooth back and round, pert buttocks, which appeared so translucent under the streetlight shining through the window.

After undressing, Xiaoying slowly turned around, her arms covering her firm, full breasts. A hint of shyness mingled with a powerful visual impact, like a moon goddess radiating a holy glow in the night. At this moment, Xiaoying was completely naked except for a small pink bra and panties.

Because the bra was small, it barely covered her nipples and areolas, leaving her large, round breasts fully exposed. Her long, slender, white legs were also visible, and the two-centimeter-wide panty strap shyly concealed her alluring vaginal opening. The middle of the panty strap was already damp, revealing the slightly dark "forest" and the outline of her swollen labia.

Xiaoying slowly lowered her hands, her full, firm breasts, covered by the small bra, were now displayed before her father. Her father's breathing was rapid, his eyes fixed on Xiaoying's sexy and alluring body. That alluring and sexy body slowly began to walk towards my father on the bed. Her movements were so beautiful, highlighting her captivating and sexy figure, that even I, sitting in front of the computer, was completely mesmerized.

The goddess slowly approached the old man on the bed; she was about to "favor" this man who was at his happiest at this moment…

Chapter 035 Surveillance

Sitting in front of the computer, I too was swaying and trembling with the figure of Xiaoying on the surveillance footage. Even I, sitting in front of the computer, was deeply captivated by Xiaoying's sexy and alluring body and gait, let alone my father, who was so close to her. As Xiaoying's body drew closer, my father seemed to suffocate, breathing heavily.

Slowly, Xiaoying reached the bedside. She swept her long hair behind her ear, the gentle sway of her hair sending both of us into a state of blissful arousal. Reaching the bedside, Xiaoying gently caressed my father's chest with her slender, white hands, her touch so tender. Xiaoying, her eyes slightly closed and a look of ecstasy on her face, gently stroked her father's chest with her palms. Her father passively enjoyed Xiaoying's caresses. Xiaoying's hands slowly moved down, stroking her father's abdomen. After a while, her hands continued downwards, unhesitatingly grasping her father's penis.

Xiaoying, with her eyes still slightly closed, gently stroked her father's penis. Her father felt a pleasurable sensation and wanted to close his eyes, but he was afraid that the limited time wouldn't allow him to fully appreciate Xiaoying's alluring body. Although Xiaoying was wearing a bra and panties, the barely visible breasts and pubic hair still created a powerful visual impact on her father.

Slowly, a lubricant began to flow from the urethral opening of her father's penis. Xiaoying opened her eyes, looking at her father with a hazy, seductive gaze. She gently dabbed at the lubricant with her fingers and began to evenly spread it on her father's glans. Was Xiaoying preparing to lubricate her father's penis before inserting it into her vagina? I don't know why, but at that moment, I thought this.

Slowly, after coating her father's glans with her fluids, Xiaoying continued to stroke his penis with one hand while the other reached into her underwear, gently probing her vaginal opening and slowly spreading her own love juices onto the insides of her thighs, just as before. Her father breathed heavily, and Xiaoying moaned softly with each movement, her moans like heavenly music, intoxicatingly beautiful.

After finishing coating her father's glans and her inner thighs, Xiaoying gently climbed onto the bed and straddled her father's lap. At this moment, her father's glans and her vaginal opening were directly opposite each other through her underwear. If Xiaoying simply pulled her underwear aside and sat down, she could achieve the union of desire that she and her father had always dreamed of.

The imagined scenario didn't happen. Xiaoying straddled her father's hips and slowly knelt on either side of him. She then pressed her genitals against his penis through his underwear. As their bodies touched, both Xiaoying and her father tilted their heads slightly back, their lips parted, exhaling a breath full of hormones.

After the initial novelty wore off, Xiaoying placed her hands on her father's chest and began gently moving her hips back and forth. Her alluring, full labia rubbed lightly against his penis through his underwear. Xiaoying's movements were slow and gentle, perhaps afraid that too much movement would hurt her father's injured hands. Her movements were very soft; her hands, which had been on her father's chest, began to gently caress it. Xiaoying's red lips parted slightly, exhaling a delicate fragrance, her breath coming in soft gasps, occasionally emitting a soft, small moan. As Xiaoying moved, the father thrust his hips forward little by little, seemingly trying to insert his penis into her body through her underwear. Unfortunately, Xiaoying was now in control, not him.

Xiaoying's movements unconsciously quickened, and their breathing became increasingly rapid. Their desire grew stronger. The entire room was filled with the atmosphere of sex, but this atmosphere was suddenly broken by the father's voice.

"Xiaoying." Xiaoying, who was actively rubbing her father's penis, was suddenly awakened by her father's call. She stopped, her face flushed, looking at her father with a puzzled expression. But she didn't speak, only breathing heavily, waiting for her father to continue.

"Can I...can I do it like last time?" Her father looked at Xiaoying expectantly. Hearing her father's words, Xiaoying frowned slightly, seemingly unable to understand what her father meant.

"Just like last time, I'll...behind you..." Her father's voice trailed off at the end, as if making such a request was a bit excessive.

"Why? Dad. Your hands are injured, is it okay?" Xiaoying finally understood what her father meant. Her father wanted to take the initiative, thrusting into her from behind, just like last time. But Xiaoying thought about her father's hands; could he still take the initiative to do these things?

"Yes, because...I feel...very stimulating, I don't know why." Her father hesitantly made this "excessive" request to his beloved daughter-in-law. Hearing that Xiaoying didn't explicitly refuse, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. Hearing her father's request, Xiaoying lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"Alright then." Seeing her father's injured hands, Xiaoying seemed unwilling to disappoint him. She slowly moved away from him and gently helped him up. During this process, Xiaoying's breasts, encased in her bra, swayed and trembled, especially when her father stood up, his face was so close to her ample breasts. In that instant, her father stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the corner of his mouth. I could see that he wanted to take the opportunity to kiss Xiaoying's breasts, but fearing that Xiaoying would be disgusted, he ultimately did not stick out that "sinful" tongue. However, her father's eyes were fixed on Xiaoying's breasts, with a hint of greed in them.

Xiaoying helped her father off the bed, keeping him standing. Then Xiaoying lay on her side on the bed, facing inward, the two of them in the same position as before when they had intercourse. Her father stood on the floor with his erect penis, and after Xiaoying lay down, she reached out to grab his penis, wanting to hold it between her legs. Just as her hand was about to grasp her father's penis, his hips pulled back, and Xiaoying's hand missed. Xiaoying looked at her father with a puzzled expression, but her father's eyes didn't meet hers; he stared intently at her buttocks, hidden beneath her panties.

"Ah..." Xiaoying was about to ask her father a question, but before she could speak, her father's sudden action interrupted her. He suddenly bent down and kissed Xiaoying's labia through her panties, beginning to suck on them frantically. You see, although Xiaoying and I had been intimate many times, we had never performed oral sex on each other. Xiaoying's first experience with oral sex was with her father. The sucking and licking of her labia gave Xiaoying unparalleled stimulation and pleasure—a feeling she could never experience with me. This was the second time her father had performed oral sex on Xiaoying. Overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, Xiaoying became lost in the sensation, abandoning her desire to refuse her father. She began to moan softly, her red lips slightly parted, enjoying the sensation.

Her father kissed and licked the contours of her buttocks and labia in turn, as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world, the sucking sounds filling the room. The sounds of being sucked and Xiaoying's moans filled the entire bedroom. Reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, Xiaoying licked her own lips with her tongue, the gentle licking incredibly seductive, her half-closed eyes appearing dreamy. If her father's hands hadn't been injured, and he had suddenly pulled aside her panties and inserted himself, would Xiaoying have resisted? Sitting at the computer, this thought suddenly crossed my mind.

At this moment, her father was still frantically savoring Xiaoying's buttocks and labia. After a while, he seemed unsatisfied. Suddenly, he gently bit down on Xiaoying's panty ties, trying to use his teeth to pull them aside and expose her labia. At this moment, Xiaoying was still struggling and enjoying her desires, completely unaware of her father's intentions and actions, silently enjoying herself with her eyes slightly closed. Her father's teeth clenched tightly around her panty strap, his cheeks suddenly puffing out as if trying to maximize the force of his grip. After clenching, her father suddenly raised his head, and with that upward movement, the panty strap around Xiaoying's labia was finally pried open by his mouth. Xiaoying's pink labia, vaginal opening, and slightly dark pubic hair were now completely exposed to her father…

Chapter 036 The

panty strap was finally pried open by her father's mouth, revealing Xiaoying's pink labia and pubic hair. Xiaoying, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, perhaps also felt that her panties had been pulled open. She suddenly opened her eyes, seemingly unable to believe her current situation. With a hint of confusion, Xiaoying turned her head, looking at her father who was admiring her now completely exposed vulva with fascination. Xiaoying was startled and tried to pull back her panty strap, but before her hand could even reach it, her father was faster. He kissed her exposed labia hard, sucking with such force and fervor.

"Ah...ha..." Xiaoying let out a soft, seductive moan, the most alluring she had ever heard. Since no one had ever performed oral sex on her before, the last two times her father had done it through her panties, which was like "scratching an itch through a boot." This time, the uninhibited oral sex and touch gave Xiaoying an unprecedented pleasure.

Her father continued to greedily suck on her labia, making a "slurping" sound, occasionally inserting his tongue shallowly into her vagina for a "plowing" session. Xiaoying gently pushed her father's head away, trying to push his mouth off her labia. The father kissed her forcefully, seemingly concentrating all his strength on his head and mouth. No matter how much Xiaoying pushed him away, his mouth remained tightly sucking on her nipple. And judging from Xiaoying's movements, she didn't seem to be using much force, almost as if she was playing hard to get.

Sitting in front of the computer, watching the monitor, I fell into deep thought. Judging from Xiaoying's actions, she didn't seem to completely want to push her father away. If she really wanted to escape his oral sex, she could easily get up and move her hips; with her father's injured hands, she could easily get away. But Xiaoying only "gently" pushed him. Perhaps deep down, Xiaoying also longed for and desired his oral sex, and that gentle "pushing" was just a way to hide her shyness and save face.

Gradually, Xiaoying's pushing lessened, and finally, she stopped. Xiaoying shifted the hand that had been pushing her father's forehead, moving it to his head and gently stroking his snow-white hair. As she stroked his hair, she tilted her head back and let out a soft moan, her expression shifting from initial fear to ecstasy, revealing the extreme pleasure she was experiencing. Because Xiaoying's underwear was tight, the band, which her father had pulled up, would occasionally slip down, blocking her vulva again. At this point, her father had to temporarily leave her labia and use his mouth to gently pull the band back down. Perhaps because his mouth was occasionally away from her labia, the feeling of being close yet distant made Xiaoying uncomfortable. With her eyes closed, Xiaoying gently stopped her father when he tried to pull the band back down again. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes; perhaps he thought Xiaoying was preventing him from continuing his "taste."

However, Xiaoying's next action aroused him again. Xiaoying, who was enjoying herself with her eyes slightly closed, slightly raised her hips off the bed, then hooked her hands around her underwear and slowly pulled it off her body. Xiaoying's movements were very gentle, and her snowy buttocks and breasts were slowly and unobstructedly revealed. During this process, both her father and Xiaoying's breathing gradually became rapid, and the desire in her father's eyes slowly transformed into madness.

Finally, Xiaoying completely removed her underwear from her lower body. Now, except for a bra, she was completely naked. After removing her underwear, Xiaoying tightly hugged her chest, seemingly trying to hide her inner shyness. It was clear that taking off her underwear was a huge "step forward" for her, and she was extremely nervous. Her father stood there, greedily admiring Xiaoying's exposed lower body, his eyes burning with increasing madness. With his heavy breathing, saliva slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he forcefully kissed Xiaoying's vulva. Occasionally kissing her buttocks, occasionally kissing her vulva, his kisses and sucking became much more forceful and frenzied than before. Xiaoying's moans and writhing movements grew louder. The entire room was filled with the father's heavy breathing, the "sizzling" sounds of kissing and sucking, and Xiaoying's moans…

The two on the monitor continued, one savoring, the other enjoying. As her father's lips sucked, Xiaoying's body continued to writhe in pleasure, seemingly responding to his oral sex. Time passed slowly, and gradually, her father removed his mouth from Xiaoying's labia. In the surveillance footage, it was clearly visible that after his mouth left Xiaoying's vulva, a thin, glistening line remained between his lips and her labia. The composition of that line was unknown—was it Xiaoying's vaginal fluid? Or her father's saliva?

Lubricated by her father's saliva and her own vaginal fluid, Xiaoying's labia had become translucent, like two pink "jelly" pieces, so alluring. The moment her father's mouth left her labia, Xiaoying's expression showed a hint of disappointment and lingering desire.

After getting up, her father placed his legs against the edge of the bed and slowly brought his glans closer to Xiaoying's lower body, but his target was unclear. Was his target between Xiaoying's legs or her vaginal opening? My father's glans was still inching its way in. When it was almost touching Xiaoying's body, I realized his final "destination"—Xiaoying's vaginal opening. Seeing this, I sat up straight, almost pressing my eyes to the screen. I took a deep breath, anticipating what would happen next. My father's eyes were filled with desire and madness; he seemed ready to disregard everything. Just as his glans touched Xiaoying's labia, I noticed his hips tensing, as if he wanted to plunge his entire penis into her vagina before she could react. This was the first time my father's glans and Xiaoying's labia had touched without any obstruction; perhaps even this single touch was a huge "leap."

Just as the father's glans touched Xiaoying's labia, Xiaoying instantly used her hand to block her vaginal opening from behind. Her action was without hesitation. At the same time, the father thrust forward forcefully. Due to Xiaoying's hand's obstruction, the father's glans hit the back of her hand, shifting to the other side and inserting itself incorrectly between Xiaoying's legs. Fortunately,

Xiaoying reacted quickly, protecting her private parts at the last moment and preserving her innocence. How thrilling that scene was! If Xiaoying's reaction had been even a second slower—no, just half a second slower—the father's penis could have entered Xiaoying's vagina without any hindrance. Sitting in front of the computer, I still felt a slight disappointment; it was still just a little bit short…

After the sudden insertion between Xiaoying's legs, a deep disappointment flashed in the father's eyes, as if his goal had not been achieved. After the disappointment, the father turned his gaze to Xiaoying's eyes, only to see an angry Xiaoying.

Xiaoying covered her vaginal opening with her hand, clamped her legs around her father's penis, and glared angrily at him. This time, it seemed Xiaoying was genuinely angry, angry because of her father's "disobedience"...

Upon seeing Xiaoying's angry gaze, her father immediately realized his "mistake," the "mistake" he had almost made in a moment of impulsiveness. Like a "child" who had made a mistake, he lowered his head under Xiaoying's stern gaze, his old face flushed with embarrassment and shame, as if waiting for Xiaoying's next "reprimand"...

Chapter 037 Position

The two in the surveillance video remained silent. Xiaoying glared angrily at her father, while her father, as if aware of his mistake, lowered his head and "admitted his mistake," waiting for the "reprimand." The two remained in this position, moving slightly.

After about a minute, Xiaoying, still angry, looked at her father's pitiful appearance as he lowered his head and "admitted his mistake," and then at his hands tightly wrapped in plaster. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and Xiaoying seemed to want to say something but held back.

Slowly, the anger on Xiaoying's face disappeared, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. It seemed that Xiaoying's act of taking off her underwear had led her father to misunderstand it as her indulgence, which had caused him to cross the line. Therefore, the responsibility didn't lie entirely with her father.

"Dad, I hope it won't happen again. We can't cross that line," Xiaoying said, finally managing to say these words. Her words lacked any harshness, instead carrying a hint of comfort and pleading. As she spoke, she removed her hand from her vagina and gently stroked her father's groin, as if to reassure him.

Hearing Xiaoying's words, her father sensed her "understanding," and the desire in his eyes dimmed slightly. He took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded at Xiaoying. He didn't utter a word, but at that moment, silence spoke louder than words.

Xiaoying removed her hand from her father's groin, then used it to cover her vagina again. She smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her other hand and gently lay her head back down on the pillow. Slowly, Xiaoying closed her eyes again, and everything fell silent once more.

Coming to his senses, the father, seeing Xiaoying's actions, knew it was time for him to "show his skills." He took a deep breath, gathering his lung capacity. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he began his first act.

"Mmm..." The father's very first forceful thrust brought Xiaoying pleasure, especially since it was their first unhindered contact. After the first thrust, the father began to slowly pump back and forth, the movements gentle and slow, perhaps he was carefully savoring the "soothing" Xiaoying's legs were giving his penis. Xiaoying was also breathing softly; after the first moan, she didn't moan again, perhaps the father's gentle thrusts couldn't provide her with a strong stimulation. It was at this moment that I realized Xiaoying preferred a more intense style of sex, something I hadn't known before.

Gradually, the father's thrusting began to accelerate. Perhaps it was this unhindered contact that excited him. The glans and shaft of his penis occasionally rubbed against Xiaoying's labia and fingers, giving him intense physical stimulation. This time, his thrusts were both faster and more forceful than before. "Slap, slap, slap," the crisp sounds of flesh colliding began again, and Xiaoying started making sounds. Due to the large amplitude and force of her father's thrusting, Xiaoying's body swayed violently back and forth, her buttocks and breasts undulating. If it weren't for Xiaoying's other hand tightly gripping her breasts, the intense movements would likely have caused her bra to "fall down," revealing her vibrant breasts. Xiaoying panted and moaned, one hand covering her vaginal opening, the other clutching her breasts, which were on the verge of being exposed. The father's glans and shaft brought unparalleled stimulation to her labia and fingers, and the two were slowly climbing towards the peak of desire.

The father, thrusting in and out, kept his eyes glued to Xiaoying's buttocks and breasts, but unfortunately, his hands were injured and he couldn't touch what was before him. His eyes held a mixture of madness, desire, satisfaction, and a hint of anxiety. Xiaoying's carefully styled hair was now disheveled again. She closed her eyes tightly and gently shook her head. Although she was already lost in desire, her hands, which covered her vagina and breasts, remained steadfastly protective.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the two people engaged in vigorous activity. Their sweat reflected the moonlight back onto them. If someone were watching from the opposite building, they might see two reflective objects moving intensely, but they wouldn't be able to guess what they were. Perhaps they'd guess a couple? Lovers? But they'd never guess it was a father-in-law and daughter-in-law engaging in the most intimate "friction." Sweat streamed down their bodies, their breathing grew increasingly rapid. The father thrust his hips forcefully, while Xiaoying bit her lower lip, enduring his impact. The sounds

of their bodies slapping together were incessant. Suddenly, their movements stopped, and the sounds of flesh colliding and moans ceased. Had the father ejaculated? But why weren't they showing any signs of climax? Only their heavy breathing remained in the room; perhaps the intense collision had exhausted them.

"Xiaoying..." After a short rest, the father suddenly spoke softly to Xiaoying, who had her eyes closed. Hearing her father's call, Xiaoying lazily opened her eyes, but her hands remained still, guarding her forbidden area.

"Dad, what's wrong? Why did you stop?" Xiaoying said lazily, her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of disappointment at unfulfilled desire.

"Could...we...change positions?" The father suddenly made a request to Xiaoying, but this request made both Xiaoying and me, sitting in front of the computer, slightly taken aback. Change positions? Given the father's current condition, was there a better position? Missionary position? Lotus position? These positions, without penetration, seemed unsuitable for the two of them at this moment.

"Dad, what position are you talking about?" Although Xiaoying was puzzled, she still voiced her question, wanting to hear what her father wanted to do.

"It's just...you lie down, and I'll...you know..." Father seemed to realize his request was a bit abrupt, and unsure if Xiaoying would agree, so he hesitated, finally lowering his head, avoiding Xiaoying's gaze, and closing his eyes tightly, as if afraid she would refuse.

Hearing Father's request, Xiaoying and I were suddenly stunned. Doggy style? Although Father only uttered a few keywords, as adults, we instantly understood what position he meant. It has to be said, Father's request was indeed a bit "presumptuous." Perhaps it wouldn't matter to a close married couple, but for a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had just begun their ambiguous relationship, this request seemed abrupt and "excessive."

Doggy style—many men like this position, where the man kneels or half-squats, and the woman lies prone with her buttocks raised. Undoubtedly, this position gives men immense satisfaction, both in terms of self-esteem and physical well-being. For women, however, it's somewhat indecent, and because of the protruding buttocks, their genitals and anus are clearly exposed to the man's gaze. Therefore, many women with a strong sense of self-respect wouldn't like this position. Xiaoying happens to be one of those women with a strong sense of self-respect. We've only used the doggy style once during sex, and after that, she refused to use it again. According to Xiaoying, she felt the position was too lewd, and she couldn't get over it; she always felt uncomfortable in that position, as if it made her feel restrained. And I'm a very accommodating husband, so I never asked Xiaoying to use the doggy style again.

My father, unaware of Xiaoying's inner struggle, suddenly made this request. I really don't know what reason Xiaoying will use to refuse him. I just hope her words aren't too harsh, so as not to hurt my father's pride.

Xiaoying was stunned when she heard her father's request. She stared blankly at him, seemingly unable to process his words. After a long while, as her father grew increasingly nervous, Xiaoying finally snapped out of her daze, her eyes filled with shame and anger. However, after a brief moment, she lowered her head, seemingly organizing her thoughts on how to refuse her father.

Xiaoying continued to ponder, occasionally glancing up at her increasingly tense father, sometimes lost in thought. Time passed slowly, and after about two minutes, her father seemed to realize that his request was somewhat excessive and that Xiaoying would not agree. Her father raised his head, looking at Xiaoying apologetically, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoying, I..." Her father took a deep breath and began to speak apologetically to Xiaoying, but he was interrupted by Xiaoying's next words.

"Okay, Dad, I can grant your request." After a moment of contemplation, Xiaoying gritted her teeth and suddenly looked up at her father, answering him with unwavering determination in her eyes, without any hesitation.

Upon hearing Xiaoying's agreement, both my father and I, sitting in front of the computer, were stunned. Neither of us had expected Xiaoying to agree in the end; we were both taken aback by this unexpected answer. However, my father was overjoyed, while I was utterly dumbfounded…

Chapter 38 Bathing

Why? At this moment, I wondered why Xiaoying had always refused to doggy style with me, but suddenly agreed to my father's request. Thinking this, a pang of jealousy suddenly welled up inside me. Could it be that Xiaoying had fallen in love with my father? And loved him more deeply than she loved me? No, absolutely not. I suddenly found my brain unable to think clearly; I couldn't understand Xiaoying's thoughts at this moment.

After taking several deep breaths, I gradually calmed myself down. Calm down, only by truly calming myself could I think seriously. When people are impulsive, their thinking is flawed. Once I was truly calm, I refocused my attention on the monitor… In the monitor, Xiaoying clutched her chest, slowly getting up and sitting up, but her movements were slow, and her face showed hesitation. I believed that even if she had agreed to my father's request, she still needed to give herself firm courage and conviction. As Xiaoying got up, her gaze kept drifting towards her father's injured hands, a seemingly unusual action. And it's precisely this unusual behavior that reveals the depths of her inner turmoil. When Xiaoying looked at her father's hands, her eyes revealed heartache and pity, while her hesitation was gradually replaced by determination.

Seeing this, I seemed to understand why Xiaoying had agreed to her father's request. When someone is injured, they are most likely to evoke sympathy, especially someone like Xiaoying, who radiates maternal warmth. Perhaps it was her father's current state of illness that stirred her compassion, coupled with the recent warming and transformation in their relationship, that led Xiaoying to make a "concession" and "sacrifice" for her injured father.

As I pondered these reasons, Xiaoying sat up straight, slowly turned, and lay face down on the bed. She supported herself with one hand on the bed, while the other hand remained tightly guarding her "forbidden territory." With her other hand, she blocked her vaginal opening from behind, while simultaneously using her wrist to cover her anus. This position not only exposes her breasts but also makes her anus even more clearly visible than her vulva. Perhaps because Xiaoying is still shy, she puts her hands behind her back to cover her "forbidden area" in order to hide her embarrassment.

Normally, it would be easier and less strenuous to reach from the front to cover her genitals, but Xiaoying refused this most convenient method, thus showing her extreme shyness. Fortunately, Xiaoying's arms are long and slender, so covering her genitals from behind is no problem at all. At this moment, Xiaoying is lying on the bed in a doggy-style position, her hair falling down to cover her cheeks, but I believe that Xiaoying's expression must be very awkward and conflicted, after all, she secretly wanted to be in this position.

After assuming the doggy-style position, Xiaoying's firm breasts hang in front of her chest, forming cones like two papayas, swaying precariously below her chest as her tense and trembling body moves.

Seeing Xiaoying's posture, the father revealed a satisfied smile, tinged with excitement. His goddess was offering herself to him in this position, undoubtedly greatly satisfying his vanity. However, when he saw Xiaoying covering her genitals with her hands, a hint of disappointment lingered in his excited eyes.

Xiaoying lay motionless on the bed, quietly awaiting her father's "favor." Initially, it was Xiaoying who "favored" her father, but unexpectedly, after only ten minutes, she became the passive recipient, the one being "favored" by her father.

Looking at Xiaoying lying on the bed, the father excitedly and slowly climbed onto the bed. Once on the bed, he knelt and moved inching behind Xiaoying, his injured hands trembling as he hung in a sling across his chest. As he moved, his eyes admired Xiaoying's snow-white back and large, full breasts, finally settling on her plump, round buttocks. Xiaoying's posture perfectly showcased the shape of her snow-white buttocks. Against her slender waist, her buttocks resembled a snow-white peach, so full and sexy.

Behind her, her father was still greedily admiring everything behind Xiaoying, seemingly forgetting what was about to happen. From his anxious, desire-filled eyes, one could see how much he wished his hands weren't injured so he could caress what was before him.

Perhaps Xiaoying's hand, supporting her on the bedsheet, was sore and numb, or perhaps she wanted to lessen the discomfort of the position. Xiaoying turned her head to look at her father, her eyes filled with confusion, her face slightly flushed, whether from the fatigue of the position or shyness, it was hard to tell.

"Dad…" Xiaoying murmured softly, this call startling her father from his admiring state. Now awake, her father, his thick, long penis erect, moved forward little by little, slowly inserting it between Xiaoying's legs. Feeling her father's penis inserted between her legs, Xiaoying turned her head back and lowered her head again, slowly kneeling and closing her legs to clamp her father's penis, letting her long, smooth hair fall down in disarray.

After inserting his penis into the correct position, her father took a deep breath and began to slowly thrust in and out. His hips, covered in thick black pubic hair, slammed hard against Xiaoying's snowy buttocks. His thrusts were powerful, perhaps because Xiaoying's position aroused him greatly. Because his penis was long, no matter how much he thrust, it wouldn't slip out between Xiaoying's legs. "Slap slap slap," Xiaoying's buttocks were swayed by her father's thrusts, and slowly, her snowy white buttocks began to turn red from the impact, like a beautiful woman's fair face being painted with blush.

Her father breathed heavily, his movements becoming faster and more intense. Xiaoying, lying prone, was swaying back and forth from her father's thrusts. Without her hands to hold her in place, her breasts, hanging beneath her, began to sway violently with her body. Sitting at my computer, I was genuinely worried that Xiaoying's only remaining bra wouldn't be enough to protect her violently swaying breasts… Xiaoying's moans began to escape her lips, clear, melodious, and alluring, creating a beautiful scene alongside her violently shaking body and snow-white breasts. Xiaoying passively enjoyed everything her father was giving her. Although her hands were there to block the flow, the occasional friction of his penis against her labia still brought her immense stimulation and satisfaction.

Xiaoying raised her head, but her disheveled hair obscured her expression; only her alluring moans revealed her current pleasure.

Perhaps because this position brought the father immense satisfaction and stimulation, his movements became increasingly rapid, bordering on frenzied. Xiaoying's swaying body could no longer keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts. Before she could even recover from being pushed up, her body was shoved up by the next wave of his thrusts.

After a few final, frenzied thrusts, the father plunged his penis deep between Xiaoying's legs, his thick, dark pubic hair pressing tightly against her snowy buttocks. There wasn't a single gap between the dark pubic hair and her already bruised and red buttocks. The father ejaculated, his white-haired head thrown back, exhaling a breath of fiery, pent-up desire. With that final thrust, Xiaoying also reached orgasm, her disheveled hair whipping wildly behind her. At that moment, I finally saw Xiaoying's expression: her face flushed, her lower lip tightly bitten, her eyes closed, her body trembling violently, and finally, a trickle of semen flowed from her vagina.

"Ah...ha..." Xiaoying let out a moan of ecstasy, revealing her immense satisfaction. Her father's body remained in the position after ejaculation. His penis, thick and long, had the glans penetrating Xiaoying's legs, and most of the thick semen had shot through her thighs onto the bed beneath her chest. The semen formed a small puddle on the bed, the sheets remaining soaked for a long time, demonstrating the sheer volume of her father's ejaculation.

Finally, Xiaoying, exhausted after her orgasm, perhaps because her father had finished ejaculating, removed her hands from her private parts and used them to support her limp body. However, perhaps the orgasm had been too intense, and the strength of her hands was insufficient to support her slender, light body. Her upper body began to slowly sag, no matter how hard she tried to support herself with her hands.

Finally, Xiaoying lay prone on the bed, letting the semen on the sheets beneath her cover her entire chest. Her snow-white breasts and pink bra were soaked and stained by her father's semen, bathed in the thick, warm "lake" of his semen...

Chapter 039 Gradual Progress

Her father's semen covered Xiaoying's chest. Xiaoying lay in the "muddy" of her father's semen for a long time, unwilling to get up. Her body trembled slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm, her rapid breathing revealing the intensity of the experience. Xiaoying's breasts, immersed in her father's semen, rose and fell rapidly, creating ripples in the "muddy" of semen. Her father was also enjoying the afterglow of ejaculation, savoring the stimulation for a long time.

After a long while, Xiaoying slowly propped herself up on the bed with her hands. At that moment, I could clearly see that her white breasts and bra were covered in her father's semen. The semen lingered, unwilling to drip, greedily "defiled" her breasts. Sitting in front of the computer, looking at Xiaoying's chest covered in semen, I felt a mix of emotions, unsure of what to feel. The first time, her father's semen covered Xiaoying's face and hair; the second time, it covered her vulva and between her legs; the third time, it covered her breasts. It could be said that every private part of Xiaoying's body had been "defiled" by her father's semen. Only her last sanctuary and purity remained intact. But how long could that purity protect me? It seemed to depend on me. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, my heart filled with extreme inner conflict.

After getting up, Xiaoying's body gradually calmed down. She turned back to look at her father silently. Seeing his satisfied expression, a blush flashed in her eyes. Looking down at her chest, which was covered in semen, a bitter smile appeared on her face. After the climax, both of them were sober. Looking at each other's naked bodies, they weren't as embarrassed as last time. This time, they were more calm and composed.

"Dad, you lie in bed for a while. I'll go wash up and clean you up when I get back," Xiaoying said softly to her father, looking at his semen-covered penis and then at her own semen-covered chest. Her tone was gentle, like a wife talking to her husband.

Upon hearing Xiaoying's words, the father's face showed a mixture of embarrassment and joy. He gently lay down on the bed, but his gaze remained fixed on Xiaoying's back as she got out of bed, her eyes lingering on her exposed lower body. Xiaoying slowly got off the bed, bending down to pick up her underwear. Because her back was to her father, her pink vulva and anus were fully exposed to him as she bent over. Seeing this, the father's eyes widened instantly; this was the first time he had seen Xiaoying's vulva and anus so clearly. The father licked his lips; perhaps the "taste" he had just experienced left him wanting more, or perhaps he could never get enough of Xiaoying's body.

Just then, Xiaoying, who had bent down to pick up her underwear, suddenly realized that her genitals and anus were "exposed" to her father. She was startled and instinctively tried to cover them with her hands, but after a moment's hesitation, she put her hands back down, not bothering to stop her exposed genitals. Xiaoying blushed slightly and smoothly completed the act of bending down to pick up her underwear, giving her father a good look.

After picking up the underwear, Xiaoying glanced back at her father and found him staring wide-eyed at her genitals, drool dripping from his mouth. Her father looked dazed and confused.

"Pfft," Xiaoying couldn't help but laugh at her father's expression, no longer embarrassed or ashamed. Her father was startled by Xiaoying's laughter, came to his senses, and realized he had been caught peeping. His face flushed, he gave an embarrassed laugh, and slowly turned his head away.

"Hmph..." Seeing her father's expression, Xiaoying pouted and pretended to be angry as she opened the door and left. After Xiaoying left, her father turned his head back, looked at the door, and a look of happiness flashed in his eyes. He smiled and closed his eyes, waiting for Xiaoying's "return" with a satisfied and happy smile.

In the bathroom, Xiaoying took off her bra, which was stained with her father's semen, and began to wash her body. Perhaps because she had been in contact with her father more often, Xiaoying did not show too much sadness or distress this time. It is believed that through repeated intimate contact, she and her father had gradually opened up their hearts to each other, and they had begun to enjoy this "infidelity" that was not a complete affair, enjoying the satisfaction that each other's bodies brought them... After washing her body, Xiaoying also washed her bra and panties by hand and then hung them directly in the bathroom. In the past, Xiaoying would hang her underwear on the balcony of our bedroom to dry after washing it, because she was afraid of being embarrassed by her father seeing it. Unexpectedly, this time, Xiaoying hung her underwear in the bathroom. It seems she was no longer guarded around her father and wouldn't feel embarrassed if he saw her underwear, since he had already seen everything except her breasts. Seeing this, I felt Xiaoying and her father were becoming more and more like a "couple." After washing her underwear, Xiaoying walked naked back to our bedroom and found a new set. Then, carrying wet wipes, she headed to her father's bedroom. Meanwhile, her father, lying in bed, anxiously awaited Xiaoying's return. Hearing the water running in the bathroom and seeing her late return, his anxiety was palpable. Finally, he heard his bedroom door open and quickly looked towards the doorway. Xiaoying walked in, wearing only her underwear. This time, the underwear she wore was more conservative than the previous set, but it made her appear even more sexy and dignified. Her most private parts were tightly covered by the underwear, giving her a slightly coy, alluring look.

After entering the bedroom, Xiaoying slowly climbed onto the bed. She then gently pinched her father's semi-erect penis with her slender fingers and began to wipe it lightly with a wet wipe. Just like in the bathroom, Xiaoying was very careful, but this time, the initial awkwardness between Xiaoying and her father was gone; everything seemed natural and normal.

"Okay, Dad, go to sleep early. If you need to get up in the middle of the night, just call me from the bedroom. I won't close the door tonight." After cleaning him thoroughly, Xiaoying helped her father put on his underwear. She then gently patted the outline of his penis and spoke softly to him. Her last sentence, "I won't close the door tonight," was full of ambiguity. However, neither of them showed any sign of embarrassment.

Her father obediently nodded, like a child being soothed, and slowly closed his eyes. Xiaoying quietly got out of bed, picked up her nightgown, but instead of putting it on, she slowly walked out of her father's room, carrying the nightgown in her hand. Perhaps fearing she wouldn't hear her father calling her, she didn't close his bedroom door.

After returning to her bedroom, Xiaoying turned on the light and placed her nightgown on the bedside table. On the coffee table in the living room, there was still some unfinished porridge; their intimate meal had clearly left them both quite full. Perhaps due to exhaustion, Xiaoying hadn't even bothered to clean up the dishes, showing how much energy they had expended.

After putting away her nightgown, Xiaoying looked up and suddenly saw our wedding photo again. Remembering me, a hint of sadness and guilt appeared on her face. She bit her lower lip, staring at my picture. This time, however, Xiaoying didn't cry, and the guilt in her eyes was less than before. Perhaps with the passage of time and the improvement in her relationship with her father, her guilt was gradually diminishing. After looking at it for a while, Xiaoying bit her lip and forcefully turned her gaze away from my photo. She gently tossed her hair, seemingly trying to calm herself and distract herself from thinking about her husband. Only then could she find peace of mind. After calming down, Xiaoying lowered her head, turned off the light, and glanced one last time at her father's bedroom before lying down on the bed. She wasn't wearing a nightgown, just her underwear, her eyes slightly closed, a blush of satisfied desire on her face. The two people in the two bedrooms began to fall asleep peacefully, but after watching the surveillance footage, I couldn't fall asleep...

Chapter 40 Tacit Approval

Watching the two people gradually drift off to sleep with satisfaction, I couldn't describe my feelings. There was excitement, but also a touch of bitterness. Perhaps I wasn't as calm as I thought. But was there any way back? Wasn't this what I had hoped for? I lit a cigarette, trying to cast aside those troubling thoughts. I pondered my next steps. My father's unexpected injury had given the two of them another opportunity for intimacy. During this time, I hadn't deliberately pushed forward or implemented any plans; they'd just let things unfold naturally. The current state of things, besides my encouragement, was also partly ordained by fate.

After finishing my cigarette, I shut down the computer and lay in bed, ready to sleep. But I tossed and turned, the image of Xiaoying and my father's intimacy lingering in my mind, and ultimately, I couldn't sleep…

The

next morning, I got up early to wash up; my sleep quality hadn't been good that night. After washing my face, I looked at my dark circles in the mirror and couldn't help but smile bitterly. My father and Xiaoying had a satisfying and restful night, but it had been tough on me, their son and husband.

After breakfast, walking to the headquarters' electronics lab, I secretly hoped that Xiaoying might call me. Had she forgotten about me, her legitimate husband, while enjoying herself so much?

Thankfully, just as I was starting to feel bitter, Xiaoying called.

"Honey, have you had breakfast?" As soon as I answered, Xiaoying's lazy voice came through the phone. Perhaps she had just woken up; I checked the time, and it was already past 7:40. Xiaoying usually gets up before 6:30, so it seemed her intimate contact with her father last night had left her very tired.

"Yes, honey. You sound so lazy, haven't you gotten up yet?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and normal.

"Yes, honey, Dad got injured, and I took care of him all day yesterday. I'm exhausted." Xiaoying's voice no longer carried the usual panic; it sounded calm, though still lazy.

"Just normal care?" I wondered, but I couldn't say it directly. "My dear wife, you've worked so hard. I'll buy you a gift to reward you when I get back."

"Thank you, honey. It's what I should do. Take care of yourself while you're out. I'll talk to you later, honey, I'm going to get up and cook for Dad." Xiaoying's lazy voice gradually returned to normal, and I heard her getting out of bed and putting on her shoes. In my mind, I pictured Xiaoying wearing that sexy lingerie, getting out of bed and putting on her shoes to cook for her father. Thinking about it, my penis began to stir slightly.

"Okay, honey, I love you." After blowing a kiss into the phone, Xiaoying hung up.

After receiving Xiaoying's call, a warmth and comfort flashed through my heart. Xiaoying still loved me. She and her father had intimate contact, but with me by her side, their relationship hadn't developed into love.

No matter what, as long as Xiaoying's heart was still with me, that was enough.

Because of my insomnia last night, I listened to the lectures all day in a daze, but I didn't remember much of the training content. When the training ended in the evening, I declined my colleagues' invitation to dinner again, citing the need to go home and rest. Deep down, I still wanted to go back and "monitor" Xiaoying and her father's every move. On the way back, I had another long phone call with Xiaoying, ending when her father called for her help.

Back at the hotel, I put the takeout on the bed and eagerly turned on my laptop, eating while waiting for the remote monitoring connection.

When I opened the monitor, I saw Xiaoying and her father eating as well, sitting on the sofa watching TV. After taking a bite herself, Xiaoying would use another pair of chopsticks to feed her father. Watching her feed him, her gentle and kind manner made me feel that she was very virtuous. Among all the people around me, Xiaoying's image is that of a virtuous, beautiful, and well-educated woman.

Their dinner tonight was meat soup, very light and nutritious. Perhaps Xiaoying was worried that her father would find just porridge bland, so she also included many snacks. Watching the surveillance footage of Xiaoying and her father enjoying a sumptuous dinner, I looked at my own takeout and felt truly pathetic. To see everything between Xiaoying and her father, I'd sunk to the point of eating takeout.

They seemed to have completely opened up to each other; there was no awkwardness in their conversations or eye contact. After two days of caring for them, everything had become normal and natural. Xiaoying and her father were laughing together more often than before, and I hadn't seen my father smile so much in a long time.

Since nothing particularly noteworthy happened during their meal, I took the opportunity to review the entire day's surveillance footage. I discovered that my father and Xiaoying hadn't had any intimate contact; only when Xiaoying helped my father to the toilet did she seem more natural than the day before. Every time Xiaoying wiped her father's penis while he went to the toilet, it would become erect. However, Xiaoying had changed him into baggy pajama pants that morning, so she easily put his erect penis back in. Unlike last night, she no longer had to help him ejaculate before she could...

That evening, when they were about to rest, Xiaoying was tidying up in the living room and bedroom while her father sat on the sofa watching TV, though he seemed distracted. Occasionally, he would stare at Xiaoying's busy back, his eyes filled with desire, hesitant to speak. Finally, after Xiaoying finished tidying up, she left the bedroom, gently helped her father up, and then walked towards his bedroom...

At this moment, I, who was about to doze off at the computer, suddenly became wide awake. I stared intently at the screen, anticipating the passionate scene that was about to unfold...

"Dad, go to sleep early, and make sure your hand heals quickly," Xiaoying said gently to her father, wearing her nightgown, after helping him to bed. Then, Xiaoying made the bed for her father, straightened the pillows, and gently helped him lie down. During this time, the father's eyes were filled with desire as he looked at Xiaoying, as if his lust had surged again. But when Xiaoying told him to go to sleep, disappointment and impatience flashed in his eyes.

Sitting at the computer, I was also disappointed. After last night, was Xiaoying still unable to let go of her feelings for my father…?

Was it all going to end like this?

After helping my father lie down, Xiaoying looked into his eyes, and from those eyes, she understood something.

She shifted her gaze to his genitals and saw the tent bulging under his nightgown. Her face flushed slightly, and she giggled, covering her mouth. My father blushed at Xiaoying's laughter and quickly turned his head away awkwardly.

"Dad, let's hold back today. You're getting old, doing that all the time… isn't good for your health. We can do it tomorrow night… okay?" Xiaoying gently nudged her father's shoulder, speaking softly, like coaxing a child.

"I...um." Hearing Xiaoying's words, a hint of surprise flashed in his father's eyes. He seemed surprised that Xiaoying could sense his inner thoughts, and also delighted that she agreed to intimate contact with him tomorrow night, allowing him to satisfy his desires for longer periods in the future. He knew Xiaoying's words made sense; after all, a man's semen is like his blood, and excessive loss is harmful to his health. For some reason, hearing Xiaoying's reply to my father, I felt a long sigh of relief.

My father closed his eyes contentedly. Xiaoying gently covered him with the blanket, turned off the light, and returned to her room. Their bedroom door remained open, and Xiaoying, wearing a nightgown, lay asleep on the bed…

Sitting at the computer, I was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't witnessed my father and Xiaoying's intimate contact tonight, but also felt a surge of excitement. Their misunderstanding had been resolved, and they had tacitly agreed to non-invasive intimacy—a significant step forward in my plan. Both seemed to want to maintain a relationship of non-penetrative intimacy, unaware that this self-deceptive "acquiescence" was "fatal"...

Chapter 41 Going Home

The next evening, to her father's anticipation, Xiaoying and her father engaged in leg-to-leg sex again, just like last time, without any new breakthroughs or progress. If there was any progress, it was that they were more open during intimacy, no longer as awkward and avoidant as before. However, they remained limited to leg-to-leg sex, with her father giving her oral sex. He still hadn't penetrated Xiaoying's upper body, nor had he actually penetrated her to complete the final step I had been eagerly awaiting. Xiaoying called me every morning and evening as usual to check on me, and it seemed that her guilt was gradually fading...

Xiaoying and her father, due to the satisfaction and nourishment of their desires, were radiant every day. Her father's injuries were also improving day by day, and his appetite was even greater than before. The rift between them completely disintegrated. Watching them live and be intimate at home every day through the security cameras, just like a married couple, made me, their husband still far away, feel like an outsider. Xiaoying and her father had intimate contact every two days, and Xiaoying steadfastly guarded her "forbidden territory."

In the blink of an eye, my training in Shenyang finally ended, and I could finally go home. The night before I left, my father and Xiaoying had intimate contact twice. My father ejaculated twice, and Xiaoying climaxed twice—this was the first time; previously, it was limited to once a day. Perhaps because they feared they would have fewer opportunities to be together after I returned home, they both indulged in their last night of "happiness."

After a long train journey, I finally arrived home. Xiaoying didn't come to pick me up at the station this time because she had to stay home to take care of her father. I dragged my tired body home and finally saw Xiaoying and my father's faces clearly. They looked radiant, much more real than in the security camera footage. Perhaps because it was the first time they had faced me since officially confirming their relationship, their eyes were slightly averted and awkward when I entered. However, after a few words of concern, they both returned to normal.

To welcome me home, Xiaoying had prepared a large feast and opened a bottle of Moutai that I had treasured for a long time. At the table, Xiaoying and my father sat side by side on one side, Xiaoying feeding him as she ate, the two like a young married couple. Meanwhile, I sat alone on the other side of the table, eating and drinking in silence. During the meal, I kept asking about my father's injuries; I genuinely cared about him. Thankfully, his injuries were improving. Another difference at the dinner table was that Xiaoying was now talking to my father more often than I was, something that would never have happened before. Perhaps neither of them noticed this anomaly, only I, the "outsider," had noticed it all. But this didn't mean Xiaoying had fallen in love with my father; her love was still with me. The only difference was that Xiaoying used to love me 100%, but now it was probably only 80%, with the other 20% gradually being given to my father. Although people often say that one person's love cannot be divided between two people, is that really the case in real life? Can love truly be separated?

The meal was very enjoyable; after being away for several days, home was still the best place. After dinner, Xiaoying tidied up the house, and my father and I watched TV in the living room. But after a while, my father suddenly became restless. Seeing his expression, I knew he needed to use the restroom. When I wasn't home, Xiaoying always helped my father use the restroom; when I wasn't home, the two of them could be quite comfortable with each other. Now that I was back, my father was too embarrassed to ask Xiaoying to help him.

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing my father's expression, I asked knowingly.

"Um, I need to go to the bathroom," my father said listlessly, clearly having been holding it in for a while, as more than three hours had passed since I came in.

"Oh, Xiaoying, help Dad to the bathroom." Hearing this, I called out to Xiaoying, who was in the kitchen, with a strong and calm tone.

Xiaoying, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly stopped washing the dishes upon hearing my words. Fortunately, Xiaoying's quick thinking was still quite good.

"Honey, you go help Dad, I haven't finished washing the dishes yet." Xiaoying felt awkward going to the bathroom with my father in front of me, so she made an excuse without turning her head. Thinking about this, I felt I needed to be more open about things in front of both of them, without letting them know what I was thinking.

"I just had some drinks, so I might be a bit clumsy. What if I hurt Dad? Women are more careful when taking care of the elderly," I said casually to Xiaoying.

"But...it's a little inconvenient." Xiaoying was perhaps speechless at my excuse, but still awkwardly refused.

"What's inconvenient about it? I wasn't home, so didn't you take care of Dad? Dad's injured, he's old, he needs someone as caring as you to look after him. Besides, this is our dad, he's injured, it was unavoidable. Is your so-called inconvenience more important than Dad's health? If it were your own father, wouldn't you take care of him wholeheartedly?" I suddenly said, pretending to be agitated. I tried to make my expression seem agitated and annoyed. To outsiders, it might seem like I was genuinely showing my emotions. Xiaoying and Dad, seeing me like this, might think I was complaining that Xiaoying was afraid of getting dirty or tired and didn't want to take care of Dad.

When Dad saw Xiaoying and I blushing, he quickly tried to stop us, while also complaining about why I was arguing with Xiaoying. Seeing this, I felt a little jealous. Dad was now siding with Xiaoying, although I knew it was all just my overthinking.

Hearing my scolding, Xiaoying felt a little wronged, her eyes slightly red, and she stood motionless in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, honey, I had a little to drink and got a bit emotional. But you're overthinking it. This person is our father. Don't worry about convenience; after all, the elderly's health comes first. Filial piety is paramount, so how could I blame you? I'm worried about you too much." I went to the kitchen, hugged Xiaoying from behind, and whispered in her ear, comforting her little by little, simply telling her that I really wanted her to take care of her father. But at that moment, I glanced at my father in the living room, and when he saw me hugging Xiaoying, a hint of jealousy and bitterness flashed in his eyes.

"I know, honey, it's just that I'm afraid if I help Dad to the bathroom, you'll... After all, Dad is a man too. He had no choice before, but now that you're back," Xiaoying wiped her eyes, her tears turning into a smile as she gently said to me.

"Silly girl, jealous? Why would I be jealous of Dad? Besides, it's not like it's the first time you've taken him to the bathroom. My thinking isn't that extreme or old-fashioned." I gently stroked Xiaoying's nose. But upon hearing my words, Xiaoying stiffened abruptly, which I, holding her close, felt acutely. Perhaps hearing my words made her think of something else…

Xiaoying washed her hands, went to the living room, helped her father up, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. The two of them, who were so natural and composed when I wasn't home, now seemed incredibly awkward. Xiaoying and her father's faces were slightly flushed, and they walked very slowly, after all, this time I was home. Before they even entered the bathroom, I turned and walked into my bedroom, my back view so nonchalant and indifferent. But was I truly indifferent? Perhaps I was just afraid my father and Xiaoying would realize it was all a deliberate act.

Back in the bedroom, I heard the bathroom door close. I looked up at our wedding photo, gazing at our youthful faces from our wedding day. A wave of emotions washed over me. Time had passed; I had matured, but Xiaoying remained so young and beautiful. My gaze then fell on our bed. The sheets had been changed again, the ones stained with my father's semen that day. They were clean now, but could they still be as clean as they were at first?

"Splash, splash, splash," the sound of urination from the bathroom interrupted my thoughts. At this moment, Xiaoying must be using her delicate hands to remove my father's penis and help him urinate.

I had seen it on the security camera a few days ago, but this time I was there, hearing it with my own ears, even though I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

Imagining Xiaoying holding my father's penis, my own penis began to slowly harden, though its erect length was only about 12 centimeters. It had been almost three months since I had been with Xiaoying. I wondered why. Tonight, I especially want to make love with Xiaoying with gusto, even though I've been deliberately avoiding it, building up her desire. But tonight, I want to temporarily break this plan, even if it's just for tonight, because perhaps this is the last time I'll make love with Xiaoying before she completely loses her virginity to my father…

Chapter 42 Dream

I slowly lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and all the things that had happened during this time flashed through my mind. Xiaoying and my father have made significant progress, but there are still many boundaries they haven't crossed. For example, Xiaoying and my father haven't kissed, Xiaoying hasn't given my father oral sex, my father hasn't touched Xiaoying's breasts, and he hasn't even fully seen them. Most importantly, my father hasn't actually had intercourse with Xiaoying. Although my father and Xiaoying have had much more contact than before during the week I was away, it still only involves leg sex and my father giving Xiaoying oral sex. If nothing unexpected happens, it seems their relationship will remain at this level. How can we continue and seek new breakthroughs?

As I was still deep in thought with my eyes closed, the sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw that Xiaoying had returned to the bedroom. Looking at the time, I realized I had been thinking for over an hour. Xiaoying, wearing a bright green nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my cheek.

"Is Dad asleep?" I asked softly, looking at Xiaoying.

"Yes." Xiaoying sat up, leaning to the side and resting her face against my chest, gently stroking me with her hand.

"You've worked so hard these past few days. Until Father's cast and splints are removed, I'll need you to take care of him for a while longer." I gently stroked Xiaoying's long hair.

"It's alright, your father is my father too. I don't feel tired at all." Xiaoying slowly sat up, looking at me affectionately.

"Honey, I missed you so much these past few days while you were away." Although Xiaoying and her father had indulged themselves while I was away, her love for me was genuine when she saw me. At least the person she loved was me, not her father.

I lay down and hugged Xiaoying, pulling her close and placing her on the bed. My face slowly approached Xiaoying's, and just as we were about to touch cheeks, I pounced on her and kissed her passionately. Xiaoying responded enthusiastically. However, there was a strange glint in her fiery eyes; perhaps she didn't understand why I was suddenly so excited. We gradually removed our clothes until we were completely naked. When Xiaoying saw my erect penis, a flicker of joy flashed in her eyes, perhaps because she saw my condition was finally improving. But after the initial surprise came a hint of disappointment. Even when erect, my penis was only 12 centimeters long. Having grown accustomed to her father's penis, which was at its longest at 22 centimeters, mine seemed tiny in Xiaoying's eyes. Perhaps she was comparing it to her father's, hence the fleeting disappointment—an expression she had never shown during our previous lovemaking.

Thankfully, that disappointment vanished quickly. We continued our passionate lovemaking. I parted Xiaoying's snow-white legs and quickly thrust my erect penis into her vagina. I kissed Xiaoying's lips and nipples, my hands kneading her 34D breasts, while my lower body began to thrust violently. Xiaoying moaned softly, but her moans were faint and distant, far less intense than when she was intimate with her father. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness and jealousy. Was the pleasure of actually having sex with Xiaoying not as great as the pleasure of leg-fucking with my father? However, I also felt a sense of satisfaction and relief, because Xiaoying's breasts, lips, and the depths of her vagina still belonged only to me. So far, only I could enjoy them; my father hadn't yet. But how long could this "exclusivity" last?

Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, or perhaps because my health hadn't improved, I ejaculated in less than five minutes. I shot my semen deep into Xiaoying's vagina, counting it myself. In the end, I only ejaculated four streams, far less than my father, who always ejaculated at least ten streams, and his semen was more plentiful and thicker than mine. After ejaculating, I lay satisfied on Xiaoying's ample breasts. At that moment, I recalled our recent lovemaking. It seemed Xiaoying hadn't reached orgasm; in fact, her vagina had been quite dry throughout, with very little lubrication. This meant she hadn't been fully aroused. Did Xiaoying no longer have any sexual interest in me, now that she could get an erection again? Was it only when she was intimate with my father that Xiaoying could be so passionate, moaning and groaning so loudly? Perhaps those few moans she made just now were deliberate, meant to satisfy my vanity as her husband and give me some comfort?

I got off Xiaoying. Her face, slightly flushed, began wiping her vagina with a wet wipe, then cleaned my penis. Throughout this process, I watched Xiaoying. The blush on her face was far more intense than when she was intimate with her father, and her eyes held a deep disappointment. Although the lights were off, I could clearly see the disappointment in her eyes. After wiping, Xiaoying rested her face on my shoulder and stroked my chest.

"Honey, you're much better than before. It seems the treatment and rest you've been doing well," Xiaoying said gently. Her eyes no longer held disappointment, but rather a hint of concern.

"But...it's still not enough. I ejaculated a little too early. Did I not satisfy you just now?" I sighed, looking distressed.

"No, honey, you were already very good. It's been a long time since I felt this good," Xiaoying nestled her face in my armpit. Although I couldn't see her eyes, I knew she was definitely disappointed; she was only offering words of comfort against her will. Had it

really been a long time since I felt this good? Being with my father was much more comfortable than being with me, a comfort I'd never experienced before. But I knew Xiaoying was doing it for my own good, to rekindle my sense of dignity as a man. Even her well-intentioned lie warmed my heart.

Exhausted from the alcohol and sex, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Because of my tendency to oversleep, I hadn't slept well these past few days. Back home in my familiar bed, especially with Xiaoying's familiar scent, I slept soundly…

Life seemed to return to normal, the daily routine of going to work repeating itself, occasionally monitoring my father and Xiaoying's every move. Because of my return, Xiaoying and my father had almost no opportunity for intimacy. Even when I wasn't home during the day, they couldn't be intimate. Because of my father's injury, relatives occasionally visited during the day, so Xiaoying and my father hadn't had any deep contact for many days. Occasionally, Xiaoying would masturbate my father a few times while he was in the bathroom, but her desires weren't fully satisfied.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. One evening, I had dinner with colleagues, drank a lot, and stayed out very late. I called Xiaoying beforehand, so only Xiaoying and my father were home for dinner that night. But during the meal, I couldn't help imagining what might have happened at home…

When I got home, it was already 11 PM, and my father and Xiaoying were both asleep. While Xiaoying was asleep, I turned on the computer and replayed everything that had happened that night. I only noticed that my father and Xiaoying ate and tidied their room properly. Perhaps they were afraid I might come home at any moment, so neither of them did anything inappropriate. They had endured it for half a month, and I had endured it for a long time too.

With a hint of disappointment, I lay down next to Xiaoying. Because I had drunk a lot, I fell asleep quickly. Fueled by the alcohol, I slept very soundly, and I had a dream. In my dream, in the latter half of the night, Xiaoying suddenly got up and walked around me. I felt the bed tremble slightly. Xiaoying gently got out of bed and slowly went into my father's bedroom. While I was asleep, she and my father began to make love. Everything in the dream seemed so real; I could even hear Xiaoying's panting and moans echoing in my ears…

Chapter 43 Come True

When I woke up, it was already early the next morning. I opened my eyes with a yawn and saw that Xiaoying was no longer beside me, but her scent lingered on the pillow. I heard the clatter of dishes in the living room, so I believed Xiaoying had already prepared breakfast.

I put on my pajamas and left the room. I saw my father sitting at the table waiting for me to eat, and Xiaoying came out of the kitchen with milk. But I suddenly noticed a hint of panic and unease flash in their eyes when they saw me leave the room. Although I felt something was strange, I didn't show it. After washing up, I sat down at the dinner table to eat with my father, Xiaoying. However, the tone and eye contact between the two of them seemed a little unnatural, even strange, which deepened my doubts. After eating, I changed my clothes and went to work. Xiaoying saw me to the door, gently reminding me of some things.

I slowly walked downstairs, carrying two trash bags, one for the living room and the other for my father's bedroom. Xiaoying had tidied them up this morning. Because the trash bags were transparent, I glanced at the one in my father's bedroom and noticed a lot of toilet paper inside. The toilet paper was clumped up, seemingly damp and not yet dried. Curious, I stopped in the hallway and carefully unfolded the toilet paper. Inside were clumps of semen, the smell of male hormones so strong. Judging from the dryness, the toilet paper was definitely left over from last night. Could my father have masturbated again last night? No, his hands are injured; he couldn't masturbate on his own. Was it Xiaoying? That's impossible too. I checked the security footage last night, and there was no evidence of Xiaoying masturbating my father. So what caused these toilet papers filled with semen?

I stood there, lost in thought. After a while, I still couldn't figure out where the problem lay. I glanced at my watch; I was going to be late if I didn't leave soon, so I quickly jogged to the bus stop… Arriving at work, I began my arduous tasks. The busyness of work made me forget everything at home, and I threw myself into my work wholeheartedly. Because of my diligence, I had always been appreciated by my superiors. In the afternoon, I finally had a rare moment of free time to rest. At this time, I recalled the strange expressions on Xiaoying and her father's faces that morning. That panic and unnaturalness definitely hadn't started yesterday; it had only appeared this morning. I also thought about the strange toilet paper I had this morning. Had something happened last night or this morning?

Suddenly, I remembered a dream I had last night. Was the dream real? Especially Xiaoying's moans echoing in my dream, like real sounds reverberating in my ears. Was it not a dream, but something that actually happened in my sleep? Perhaps because I was drunk, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, I mistook everything I saw and heard for a dream?

"Right, I only reviewed the surveillance footage from before I went to sleep last night. I had no chance to see anything after I fell asleep. So something must have happened after I went to sleep last night or this morning."

Thinking of this, I took out my dongle during a break and plugged it into my work computer. Since I have my own office, I don't have to worry about others seeing it. I adjusted the surveillance footage to the approximate time I fell asleep last night. In the video, I was fast asleep, and Xiaoying was lying next to me.

After a long while, Xiaoying, who had been sleeping soundly beside me, suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at me. Looking at her gaze and expression, she didn't seem like she had just woken up. I think she hadn't been asleep at all, but had been pretending. She raised her head, brought it close to my cheek, and sniffed hard. Perhaps because she smelled the strong smell of alcohol, Xiaoying's upturned nose wrinkled slightly. Then she lay down again, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She would close her eyes for a while, then open them again, her eyes seemingly filled with desire. She occasionally glanced at the bedroom door, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

After a long while, Xiaoying slowly reached her hand inside her nightgown and began to masturbate. It was clear that her desires, unfulfilled since her separation from her father, were nearing their peak. Xiaoying's face grew increasingly red, and her masturbation became more intense and rapid. But finally, Xiaoying suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and I believe she hadn't reached orgasm, as mere hand stimulation was far from enough.

Xiaoying withdrew her hand from her nightgown, a troubled look in her eyes, occasionally glancing at me, who was fast asleep, and occasionally at the bedroom door. I think she was making a decision. While I was pondering this, Xiaoying suddenly sat up and gently nudged me, softly calling my name. But I had drunk too much the night before and didn't feel her touch or her call. After Xiaoying realized I was fast asleep and unresponsive, she breathed a sigh of relief, then got up, walked around me, put on her slippers, and slowly headed towards the bedroom door… When Xiaoying reached the door and placed her hand on the lock, she stopped. Her hand gripped the lock tightly, and her whole body began to tremble slightly. After a long while, Xiaoying turned her head to look at me, who was still fast asleep, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and struggle. In the video, she bit her lower lip, looking at me with a conflicted expression, her slightly trembling body seemingly indicating that she was engaged in a fierce struggle with her physical desires. After a long while, Xiaoying suddenly turned her head back, the movement so swift and resolute that even her hair was slightly tossed.

"Click," Xiaoying finally unlocked the door. She slowly dragged her trembling body out of our bedroom. As the bedroom door closed from the inside, Xiaoying's beautiful curves disappeared from the security camera footage of our bedroom… I quickly switched the camera to the living room. After leaving the bedroom, Xiaoying dragged her trembling body slowly towards her father's bedroom. As she walked, she bit her lower lip tightly; it seemed that in the struggle just now, she had ultimately succumbed to her desire. Throughout this process, she didn't look back at our bedroom door even once, showing that she had only one goal: her father's bedroom, without hesitation… Finally, Xiaoying reached her father's bedroom and gently opened the door. Through the crack in the door, I could see her father lying on his back on the bed. In the light streaming in from the window, I could clearly see the outline of his penis in his underwear, like a bomb containing immense power… As the bedroom door closed, my view was once again blocked. Xiaoying had already entered my father's bedroom. With trembling hands, I prepared to quickly switch to my father's bedroom. But just as I was about to switch, I was suddenly awakened by a knock on the office door. Hearing the faint knock, I realized I was at work, not at home. At home, I could freely watch everything on the surveillance cameras, but not at work.

I quickly closed the monitoring software on my computer, unplugged the dongle, and called out, "Come in." It was my subordinate coming in to report on the progress of today's work plan. But my thoughts were already drawn to the scenes I hadn't yet seen. I desperately wanted to know what had happened after Xiaoying entered my father's bedroom last night. Did Xiaoying and my father just engage in leg-to-leg intercourse? Or did they actually have penetration? Otherwise, why would Xiaoying and my father suddenly become so unnatural? You see, when I first came home, my father and Xiaoying were perfectly normal, which meant that mere leg-to-leg intercourse wouldn't have caused those expressions. It was enough to show that my father and Xiaoying must have made a breakthrough last night, but I didn't know to what extent.

With a dazed and confused state of mind, I finally made it to the end of the workday. Dragging my weary body out of the office, I started walking home, my mind racing with questions about what had happened between Xiaoying and my father the night before. My desire to know the answer grew increasingly urgent…

Chapter 44: Stinging Pain

Returning home with these questions in my mind, Xiaoying greeted me at the door as usual, while my father, his hands in casts, sat on the sofa watching TV. During dinner, my attention was fixed on Xiaoying and my father's expressions. After a day of adjustment, the panic and awkwardness they had shown when facing me were gone. However, the way they looked at each other as they spoke held a gentler tenderness than before, and besides that tenderness, there seemed to be something else mixed in, but what that something was, I couldn't understand.

Finally, after Xiaoying and her father fell asleep, I eagerly turned on the computer and opened the video from my father's bedroom last night. I set the time to the moment Xiaoying entered the bedroom, and watched with great excitement as the recording progressed...

After entering her father's bedroom, Xiaoying stood by his bed, staring blankly at his sleeping face.

He was only wearing loose underwear; perhaps because his sexual desire hadn't been fully released these past few days, his penis was still semi-erect in his sleep, creating a bulge in his underwear.

Xiaoying slowly moved her gaze from her father's face down to the tent she craved most. Her eyes were fixed on his penis, hidden beneath his underwear, her desire growing stronger. She slowly walked to his side, her lips trembling slightly.

Just when I thought Xiaoying would remove his underwear first, she didn't reach out to him. Instead, she first lifted her nightgown, then slowly pulled down her lace panties, and then her nightgown. Except for her bra, Xiaoying once again appeared in her father's bedroom in this sexy pose. After

doing all this, Xiaoying bit her lower lip and reached for her father's underwear. Her father was still fast asleep; because Xiaoying's movements in the bedroom and undressing were very light and gentle, he hadn't woken up. Xiaoying slowly pulled down her father's loose underwear. Although his penis was large, because the underwear was too baggy, Xiaoying easily exposed it.

Xiaoying had only pulled her father's underwear down a little, revealing only his thick, semi-erect penis and dark testicles. Xiaoying slowly grasped her father's penis and began to gently stroke it, her movements very tender and light. She then reached her other hand to her genitals and began to caress her labia. Just like the first time she entered her father's room, Xiaoying slowly brought her face close to his glans, frantically inhaling the scent of male hormones emanating from his penis.

This scene was exactly the same as when Xiaoying first entered her father's bedroom to masturbate, the only difference being that this time Xiaoying had taken off her nightgown… Xiaoying was still inhaling her father's glans, her nose and red lips so close to it, her expression one of ecstasy. Xiaoying was stroking her father's penis while she herself was caressing her labia, but after so many intimate encounters, could this kind of comfort still satisfy them both?

As Xiaoying stroked her father's penis in his sleep, it grew longer and thicker. His head began to sway slightly, as if he might wake up at any moment. But this time, unlike before, Xiaoying wasn't worried about him waking up. Xiaoying slowly opened her eyes, looking down at the egg-sized glans so close to her, gently sniffing it. Gazing at her father's glans and shaft, a hint of fascination and adoration gradually appeared in her eyes. Perhaps it was because she saw my penis again; compared to mine, her father's penis seemed so magnificent in her eyes. Would Xiaoying be unable to resist giving her father oral sex? That's what I suddenly thought. No, Xiaoying had never given me oral sex before. She was a germaphobe, finding it unhygienic, and also thought it was too lewd. So, whenever I asked her before, she had ruthlessly refused.

Xiaoying got up, intending to step onto her father's bed, but the moment her delicate feet touched the edge, her movements abruptly stopped. A flicker of clarity crossed her eyes, then she slowly turned her head to look at the bedroom door, her eyes filled with struggle and worry. In the video, I understood the meaning in Xiaoying's eyes. She wanted to engage in leg-to-leg sex and caressing with her father as before, but since I was home, right next door, the sounds of their movements and moans could easily wake me from my drunken sleep. Although Xiaoying had confirmed I was asleep before entering her father's bedroom, the consequences of waking me were unimaginable.

Xiaoying was eager to be intimate with her father, but looking at the door, she began to worry.

Ultimately, she gave up; she couldn't take the risk. She sighed, removed the foot that had just stepped onto her father's bed, and stood on her own two feet. She stared at her father's exposed, large penis, lost in thought. Her eyes held desire, struggle, and worry; almost every complex emotion was reflected on Xiaoying's face.

After a long silence, Xiaoying's expression calmed, a resolute glint appearing in her eyes. Seeing her expression, I knew she had made a choice and a decision, though I didn't yet know what that decision was. Xiaoying gripped her father's penis again and began to masturbate. She lowered her head, bringing her cheek close to the glans. Just as her nose was about to touch the glans, she stopped, inhaling his scent with fascination. Her father hadn't showered for days; his penis had only been wiped a few times with a wet wipe. The hormonal scent emanating from it must be quite strong now.

The only difference was that when Xiaoying smelled his glans, her eyes were open, not closed. And after grasping his penis, she didn't stroke it; she simply held it gently without moving. At the same time, her hand, which had been caressing her own labia, began to gently rub them. What was Xiaoying doing? Xiaoying gripped her father's penis tightly, masturbating herself, but not actually masturbating him. Instead, she opened her eyes and intently sniffed his penis. These actions were different from before. What was she trying to do?

As I stared at the screen, pondering this, Xiaoying's breathing in the video became faster and heavier, her desire growing stronger. As time passed, Xiaoying suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked her upper and lower lips a few times. From the video, it was clear that her lips were wet and glistening. Seeing Xiaoying's actions, my heart suddenly clenched. These actions were clear prelude to that kind of sexual activity. Could it be that Xiaoying was going to…? No, Xiaoying is a germaphobe. She thinks that kind of thing is lewd, and she's never done it for me before. Absolutely not…

But my fantasies and hopes were completely shattered by Xiaoying's next actions. She licked her lips until they were fully moist, a determined glint in her eyes. She opened her sexy lips wide, positioning her mouth at the maximum extent possible, and then suddenly lowered her head. In an instant, her father's egg-sized glans was inside her mouth, her gills bulging. After taking it in, she closed her mouth tightly, holding her father's glans firmly. Then, she jerked her head up, forcefully lifting her father's glans upwards from her mouth. When it reached its limit, her mouth pulled her father's penis straight up. "Pop!" Just as Xiaoying's head reached its limit, Father's glans was suddenly pulled out of her mouth with a sound like a bottle cap being popped open. His penis throbbed and bounced back and forth, covered in Xiaoying's saliva, reflecting the faint light.

Stimulated by Xiaoying's oral sex, Father's sleeping body jolted violently, as if he almost jumped up. His head began to twitch slightly, and his eyelids trembled. I knew Father was about to wake up. Sitting at the computer, my heart was deeply pierced by Xiaoying's completely unexpected action…

Chapter 45 69 Position

My heart was deeply pierced. My thoughts were interrupted by Xiaoying's oral sex on Father. Why? These were the three words flashing through my mind. Had Father become more important to Xiaoying than me? Had Xiaoying fallen in love with Father? My mind began to race with wild thoughts. I can't fathom what Xiaoying is thinking right now. I'm not going to think about it anymore. I suppress the sadness in my heart and bring my attention back to the computer to continue watching the video...

After Xiaoying sucked hard on her father's glans, she didn't care whether her father would wake up or not. She lowered her head and continued to suck on her father's glans. This time, she didn't just suck and pull away. Instead, she gently sucked up and down, savoring her father's glans. Throughout this process, Xiaoying's eyes remained open, her gaze focused on her father's penis and testicles.

At this moment, I turned my gaze to my father, who was fast asleep in bed. His head twitched slightly a few times before he was finally awakened by the sudden, intense stimulation of his penis. He groggily opened his sleepy eyes, blinked a few times, and looked at the ceiling. Perhaps sensing the unusual sensation, he slightly raised his head. When he saw someone on his penis, his eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing his face. Perhaps the sudden appearance of someone in his bedroom in the middle of the night startled him. Or perhaps, because he had just woken up, his mind hadn't fully recovered.

When he recognized Xiaoying, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he was stunned by what Xiaoying was doing—his beloved daughter-in-law, his goddess, was deeply tasting his penis. Perhaps he thought it was a dream; he closed and opened his eyes repeatedly, until finally he realized it wasn't a dream, especially since the stimulation felt so real. The father, watching Xiaoying savor his penis, felt a surge of ecstasy and excitement in his eyes. His goddess was tasting his most filthy and ugly thing—how thrilling this favor and reward was! His lips trembled slightly with excitement as he looked at Xiaoying.

Perhaps sensing her father's trembling, Xiaoying stopped her thrusting and turned her eyes towards his face, but her mouth remained on his penis. When she saw that her father was awake and looking at her with excitement, Xiaoying showed no surprise or panic, only a hint of shyness. After exchanging a glance with her father, she turned her gaze back to his penis and continued to suck and swallow his thick shaft.

Because his penis was so thick and long, Xiaoying could only take in about half of it. The sounds of Xiaoying performing oral sex on her father echoed in the bedroom, clearly audible even through the video recording. The father's pleasure was evident in his expression; he would sometimes close his eyes slightly, sometimes exhale heavily, "Oh...oh..." he began to moan with pleasure. Xiaoying, seemingly experiencing oral sex for the first time, only knew simple swallowing and spitting, not licking the head of her father's penis with her tongue. Even this simple act brought her father immense satisfaction. Having grown up in the countryside, he had never experienced oral sex before, especially not from his beloved daughter-in-law.

Feeling intense stimulation, Xiaoying's hands moved faster and faster, caressing her genitals. The video clearly showed a thin, viscous drop of her vaginal fluid, so sticky that it remained connected to her vaginal opening as a thin, glistening thread. Perhaps stimulated by her father's moans, Xiaoying, with the penis in her mouth, also moaned softly, "Mmm...mmm..."

Slowly, perhaps realizing that the caresses of her hands were far from enough to bring her to orgasm, Xiaoying's hands left her genitals, covered in sticky love fluid. "Pop," Xiaoying once again used her mouth to gently pull at her father's glans, which then popped out of her mouth. Although there was no light, I could still clearly see that her father's glans, moist and red from Xiaoying's touch, looked so clean.

Straightening up again, Xiaoying gazed deeply at her father. Because Xiaoying's mouth had left, her father's penis felt a slight emptiness, and he looked up at her expectantly. The two gazed at each other in the quiet night. However, the emotions in their eyes were different; her father's gaze was expectant, while Xiaoying's was hesitant and conflicted. Xiaoying's brows furrowed slightly, and after a long look at her father, she turned her gaze towards the bedroom door. Perhaps at that moment, she thought of me, her husband.

Finally, Xiaoying sighed, slowly lowered her head, and took her father's penis back into her mouth. "Oh..." The father groaned in pleasure again. Xiaoying took her father's penis into her mouth and began to gently suck and release it. While doing so, she lifted her right leg onto the bed, placing it above her father's upper body. Xiaoying knelt beside her father with her right leg, then her left leg followed, slowly straddling his body. During this process, with her mouth on his penis, Xiaoying raised her white, pert buttocks high, her head holding his penis looking down between her drooping breasts and hips at the movement of her legs, perhaps afraid that her legs might accidentally touch her father's injured hands.

Finally, with her legs straddling her father's body, Xiaoying's buttocks and vulva were fully exposed above his face. This was the standard 69 position for male-female intercourse. I now knew what Xiaoying wanted to do. She had perhaps wanted to push her limits and have intercourse with her father to satisfy her unfulfilled desires, but in the end, she thought of me, of ethics, and gave up. She had given up on the previous leg-to-leg thrusting style because it was too loud and might wake me from my sleep. Finally, she chose the quietest way to satisfy her sexual desire: having her father perform oral sex on her. Having figured all this out, should I be moved or heartbroken? After all, 69—something I'd never experienced…

Xiaoying, through her swaying breasts, watched herself complete the position, slowly lowering her snowy buttocks, her pubic hair-covered vulva getting closer and closer to her father's face. I think her father understood Xiaoying's intention at this moment; watching the vulva approach him, his desire and excitement grew increasingly intense. Finally, before Xiaoying's vulva even touched her father's cheek, he impatiently raised his head, aimed his mouth at Xiaoying's vulva, and began to suck hard. He puffed out his cheeks, sucking fiercely, making a "sizzling" sound.

Xiaoying, who was sucking her father's penis, was stimulated by the sudden sucking and abruptly raised her head. "Pop," Xiaoying's mouth once again lifted her father's penis. Her breath was sweet and her eyes were glazed, and she tossed her hair high behind her head. "Ah..." Xiaoying could no longer bear the sudden pleasure and let out a most wanton moan.

After adjusting to the stimulation and pleasure of her father's oral sex, Xiaoying lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth again. Both of them in the bedroom were fully engaged in serving each other, enjoying the pleasure they were experiencing. "Sizzle," "Gurgle," "Mmm," a new melody filled the bedroom. A fair and beautiful body overlapped with a dark and aged body; the visual impact of the two skin tones was so striking, the two bodies forming a perfect 6 and 9.

The two were thoroughly enjoying themselves in the video, and as I watched, aside from a slight excitement, my entire body was consumed by pain. At that moment, I felt like a third party spying on a couple engaged in the most intimate and sacred act of sex…

Chapter 046 Swallowing Semen

Is this the kind of heartache I've always wanted? As time passed, Xiaoying and her father in the video were still performing oral sex on each other in a 69 position, the cheerful music echoing in my ears. Is this really the outcome I wanted? Watching the video, I fell into deep thought. Looking back on this journey, there had been heartache, excitement, comfort, and感动 (moved/touched). Seeing Xiaoying and her father come this far, I've experienced all the bittersweet emotions. But now, I feel a sense of fear. Xiaoying's first time performing oral sex on her father, and their 69 position—these are things I've never experienced. Is Xiaoying going to lose not only her virginity but also her heart?

Looking back on Xiaoying and me, from the very beginning, I remember her as a kind, family-oriented, virtuous, and dignified wife. She turned down so many men who were better than me to marry me. Reflecting on these memories, I realize I've misunderstood her. Yes, although Xiaoying and my father have progressed to oral sex, leg sex, and physical intimacy, Xiaoying has always held firm to her bottom line. And the reason she held onto that bottom line was for me, her husband. If Xiaoying truly loved my father, and loved him more deeply than she loved me, I think she would have already lowered her guard. Her current oral sex with my father might be because I'm home; she can't find other suitable forms of sex, after all, her desire was aroused by me. I

shouldn't doubt Xiaoying's character or her love for me. She is, after all, a woman of flesh and blood; she has her own physical desires, especially at thirty, when she's considered a woman of the age. People say "lust is a knife above one's head," and Xiaoying has only slightly let loose; she hasn't yet lost her mind.

From her indifference to others' advances, it's clear her love for me is unwavering. Her current intimacy with my father is largely due to my strong encouragement. During this time, the guilt in Xiaoying's eyes has lingered, though not as intense as at the beginning. She worries that I'll find out and she'll lose me as her husband, so she's been very cautious. I think without me, she could completely relax and enjoy everything with my father. Her other side is only revealed to him. In front of me, she wants to be the dignified and virtuous wife, caring about my opinions but not her father's. That's why she can be so open with him.

As for my father, he's a simple man, especially one who hasn't experienced much "luxury." Lust can be a double-edged sword, and it has clouded his judgment, but he's always respected his beloved daughter-in-law's wishes, never forcing her and carefully protecting her. It was my encouragement and Xiaoying's beauty and sex appeal that allowed his desire to overcome his reason.

Having figured all this out, my worries disappeared. Would Xiaoying lose her heart to her father? I believe not. She's simply using him to satisfy her sudden aging fetish and physical desires. The only change in her feelings for him might be beyond familial affection; their recent close contact has added a touch of ambiguity, perhaps even a hint of romantic love. But rationally speaking, if she had to choose between her father and me, I believe Xiaoying would choose me without hesitation. As for her father, if this affair is exposed and can't continue, for the sake of our family and us, I think he'll leave home alone and live out his days in solitude. Both of them are consumed by desire, clinging to a sliver of hope as they satisfy their uncontrollable urges, carefully maintaining a balance within their family and ethical boundaries…

If I were to show any sign of intervention now, I believe Xiaoying and her father would immediately stop. Xiaoying would repent and apologize, while her father might run away from home out of guilt. Therefore, I must not disrupt the current situation, as long as I can still maintain control.

Having figured all this out, I suddenly felt much lighter. Many things became clear, and I stopped worrying. I just let things unfold.

Half an hour passed as I pondered this. "Ah…," I was startled awake by a loud moan coming from my earpiece. I shook off my thoughts and turned my gaze back to the computer screen. In the video, Xiaoying pulled her mouth away from her father's penis, her head thrown high, her mouth slightly open, emitting a soft, sweet sound—a signal of reaching orgasm. At that moment, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, so much so that even her father, who was performing oral sex on her, couldn't stop the gushing fluid with his mouth. Much of the fluid broke through the stubble around his mouth, splashing onto his face. But her father didn't immediately pull away to taste the "holy water" Xiaoying had given him.

Xiaoying's eyes rolled upwards, her face contorted with a hint of eroticism from the orgasm, her body trembling violently—a testament to the intensity of her climax. After a pause of about ten seconds, Xiaoying recovered from her orgasm. Her father, who hadn't yet ejaculated, continued to suckle her vagina vigorously after tasting her nectar.

Xiaoying, having just experienced an orgasm, lowered her head again and continued to perform oral sex on her father. Perhaps because of this orgasm, her performance this time was much faster and more forceful than before, the "sizzling" and "gurgling" sounds even more intense. A few minutes later, I saw her father's expression change, and his hips, below Xiaoying's face, began to thrust slightly upwards, as if using her mouth as a vagina, pushing and thrusting against it. After dozens of thrusts, her father's mouth left her vagina, his hips thrusting high upwards. His eyes were slightly closed, a deep sense of ecstasy on his face. I knew her father had ejaculated. This was evident from Xiaoying's bulging cheeks. Her father's thick semen had been shot unreservedly into her cherry-like mouth. At the last moment of ejaculation, his penis had thrust high, deeply penetrating her mouth; judging from the remaining shaft, the glans had likely reached her throat. Xiaoying, perhaps unable to react, was forced to swallow several mouthfuls of her father's semen, which choked her and brought tears to her eyes. After recovering from the choking, she raised her head, bringing her mouth to the glans, and began to receive his semen. Finally, after ejaculating more than ten spurts, her erect hips slumped down forcefully. She opened her eyes in ecstasy, exhaled deeply, and collapsed onto the bed like a woman who had been raped.

Sensing that her father had finished ejaculating, Xiaoying pulled her mouth away from his penis, her cheeks bulging as she frantically searched for toilet paper. A large amount of semen was visible in her mouth, seemingly about to burst out. After finally finding some, she began spitting the semen into the paper, changing papers after each small amount. She used six tissues before finally emptying her mouth. Once she was done, Xiaoying suddenly clutched her stomach and began to dry heave. In a panic, she threw the tissue containing the semen into her father's trash can and ran out of his bedroom to the bathroom. There, she gripped the toilet and began to dry heave violently.

Judging from the amount of semen Xiaoying had just vomited, it was only a small portion. Based on the amounts she had witnessed her father ejaculate before, this was probably only about a third of his total ejaculation. Where did the other two-thirds go? The answer was obvious: Xiaoying had inadvertently forced herself to swallow it. You see, Xiaoying has a slight case of mysophobia. She only performed oral sex on her father out of lust. Now that the lust was over, she felt nauseous, especially since she had swallowed so much of her father's semen. That's why she went to the bathroom to dry heave.

Xiaoying dry heaved for a long time, but couldn't vomit. Finally, she gave up. After rinsing her mouth several times in the bathroom, Xiaoying began to wash her body. Water dripped from her delicate body, along with her tears…

Chapter 47 Compensation

After showering, Xiaoying walked out of the bathroom. She stood quietly beside the bathroom, her first gaze falling on our bedroom. Now that her climax was over, the first thing she thought of after regaining her senses was me, her husband. She stood there blankly for a long time. Xiaoying shook her hair and slowly walked back to her father's bedroom. Her father was quietly waiting for her on the bed.

Because of his injured hands, the father couldn't put on his underwear himself. He lay quietly on the bed, his limp penis waiting for Xiaoying to "serve" him. Xiaoying didn't look into his eyes, but quietly helped him put on his underwear. During this process, the awkwardness between them was gone, replaced by a sense of relief and guilt. Even now, that guilt remained, though not as intense as before. Since Xiaoying's cherry-like mouth had been "cleaning" his penis for a long time, she didn't use a wet wipe to clean it again, but instead directly helped him put on his underwear.

The father, now fully conscious, began to worry, because I was home, in the next bedroom. After the passion subsided, he inevitably worried about whether I was awake. If I woke up in the next bedroom and saw or heard everything, chaos would ensue.

"Xiaoying, Jincheng…" the father suddenly said nervously, looking at Xiaoying who had just put his underwear on, his eyes filled with fear and apprehension.

Xiaoying, having helped her father put on his underwear, was now dressing herself in her underwear and nightgown with her back to him. Her movements were gentle, but a deep sense of self-reproach and guilt lingered in her eyes. She dressed quietly, then stopped when she heard her father's words, looking at him with a weary expression.

"Don't worry, Jincheng won't wake up. He's always been a deep sleeper, only waking up to loud noises. Besides, he has a bad habit of not drinking water, rarely getting up to urinate at night, let alone tonight when he drank too much. So don't worry," Xiaoying gently comforted her father as she dressed. Yes

, from childhood, I've had a bad habit of not drinking water. Even when my mouth is dry, I have no desire to drink. I only drink the minimum amount of water the body needs each day. If it weren't for this bad habit, I wouldn't have kidney stones, and I wouldn't be in this situation today.

"Xiaoying, are you... alright?" Hearing Xiaoying's explanation, her father breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling at ease. At this moment, the father's attention shifted from worry to Xiaoying's face. Seeing her somewhat downcast and haggard appearance, he was puzzled and asked with concern,

"I'm fine, just a little tired. You should go to sleep early. I should go back now, Dad." Xiaoying straightened up and forced a smile.

After saying goodbye to her father, Xiaoying left his bedroom in the same clothes she had come in. Watching Xiaoying leave, a flicker of disappointment crossed the father's eyes. He so longed for Xiaoying's alluring body, so wished she could stay with him a little longer. After all, because I was home, our opportunities for intimacy had become increasingly rare. Perhaps the father was now deeply missing the week I had been away.

Xiaoying slowly walked back to our bedroom. She stood by the bed, looking at me, fast asleep. I was truly asleep then, only hearing our moans in my sleep; I hadn't woken up at all. Xiaoying stood by the bed, staring blankly at me. Finally, two clear tears streamed down her face, and she began to sob silently. Why was

Xiaoying crying? Was it because of guilt? Was it because she hated herself? Sitting in front of the computer, I shifted my gaze to Xiaoying, who was fast asleep on the bed. She was asleep, perhaps dreaming; her face sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, as if she were struggling intensely in her dream. What she was dreaming about, perhaps only she knew.

I looked back at the computer. Xiaoying watched me cry for a while, then lowered her head and gently kissed my forehead before wiping away her tears with a tissue. With the hand that had just touched my father's penis, she gently stroked my cheek. Her eyes were filled with deep affection. Before, no matter when or where, I was always the only one in her heart. But that only one was no longer the only one, because a part of it had been given to my father.

Time passed slowly. Xiaoying sat up, stood for a moment, then turned her gaze to my genitals, staring blankly at my crotch. Filled with deep guilt, Xiaoying gently pulled down my pajama bottoms, then my underwear. At that moment, I was fast asleep and didn't feel a thing.

Was Xiaoying still not satisfied? She wanted to do it again with me while I was asleep. But before I could understand, Xiaoying grasped my limp, small penis with her hand, then lowered her head and forcefully took it into her mouth. My penis hadn't been washed either; had Xiaoying lost her cleanliness obsession? Xiaoying was giving me oral sex with great effort. Sitting in front of the computer, I really hated myself for sleeping so soundly last night and not experiencing any of this. After all, this was Xiaoying's first time giving me oral sex, even though her first time was with her father.

Xiaoying was giving me oral sex with great effort, but in the video, my penis never became erect; it remained limp. Each time Xiaoying performed oral sex, my penis would be squeezed and stretched, sometimes bending and sometimes straightening. It's clear that my penis had absolutely no hardness at that moment, like a limp "noodle." Perhaps it was because I was asleep and didn't feel any stimulation, or perhaps it was because I had drunk too much and my senses were dulled, that I didn't get an erection. I made excuses for myself, but I knew I was just comforting myself. In short, until the very end, my penis didn't get erect in Xiaoying's mouth.

Seeing this, I felt really inferior. I remembered the first time Xiaoying entered my father's bedroom, he was also drunk, and Xiaoying just gently stroked his penis a few times, and he was already fully erect. But me, after several days of unsatisfied sexual desire, I couldn't even get an erection after being stimulated by Xiaoying's mouth. Was the difference between me and my father really that big?

Perhaps she was too tired, Xiaoying released my limp penis. Straightening up, she breathed heavily, it seemed she was exhausted from giving me oral sex. But looking at my still unerring penis, a trace of disappointment, a trace of pain, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes. Xiaoying probably knew that even if she performed oral sex all night, I wouldn't react, so she sighed softly and helped me put my underwear and pajama bottoms back on. After she was dressed, I thought she would go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, but she didn't. In the video, I watched Xiaoying's throat rise and fall little by little, as if she was swallowing something.

Seeing this, a sense of comfort and gratitude flashed through my mind. Xiaoying didn't seem disgusted by my penis, nor did she rinse her mouth; instead, she swallowed all the saliva produced during the oral sex, along with any secretions I might have had. Was she trying to give me some comfort and compensation in my sleep? Because I noticed that Xiaoying showed absolutely no signs of arousal during the oral sex, which meant that she wasn't doing it to satisfy her own sexual desire, but entirely for me, her husband.

Compensation—that was the only reason I could think of. Perhaps Xiaoying regretted giving her first oral sex to her father when she was overcome with desire. After the climax, she regretted it and, to lessen her guilt, she performed oral sex on me as compensation. But what's done is done, and this was just self-deception.

After swallowing the liquid in her mouth, Xiaoying didn't go to bed. She showed no signs of sleepiness. She sighed, turned on the computer beside her bed, opened that familiar forum, logged into her "Pink Lily" account, and began updating her long-neglected blog…

Chapter 48 Monologue

The night was so quiet. The daytime hustle and bustle outside the window was gone. Except for the faint streetlights, everything was so quiet. The only sound came from my husband, who was snoring soundly beside me. Looking at him sleeping peacefully like a baby, I felt truly happy, but also conflicted. I love my husband very much, but now, do I still have the right to love him?

So much has happened lately. When I wrote my last blog post, I had planned to stop my intimate contact with my father-in-law, but fate intervened, and his sudden injury shattered everything. Since his hands were injured and my husband wasn't home, I had to take care of him.

Taking care of him inevitably meant physical contact, and seeing his imposing genitals again reignited my long-suppressed desires, and I was intimate with him again. However, as the frequency of this contact increased, my guilt gradually diminished. When I was intimate with him, I forgot about my family, my ethics, my husband; only desire remained in my mind. But after each moment, when I remembered everything, I felt deep remorse and guilt.

And I so craved the time spent with him. Sometimes I asked myself, had I fallen in love with him? But when I saw my husband's picture, I realized my true feelings: I love my husband; his place in my heart is irreplaceable. It's just that his physical condition prevents him from satisfying me.

Sometimes I think carefully about my feelings for my father-in-law. Love? Perhaps a little, but compared to my husband, that affection is negligible. He's my elder, my father-in-law; I feel more familial love for him. If I had to explain why I'm intimate with him, it's to satisfy my own sexual desires. I try to use him as a "masturbation device," letting him satisfy my sexual needs instead of my husband. But he can't replace my husband in my heart. The only thing I'm grateful for is that my father-in-law has always been well-behaved, never forcing me, and always respecting my opinions.

I've always carefully controlled the boundaries of my contact with him. Kissing, breasts, deep vagina—these forbidden areas have always been protected for my husband. Although he's touched, caressed, and kissed other places, those are places my husband has enjoyed countless times, so my guilt is lessened.

Since my husband's return, I've had fewer opportunities for intimate contact with my father-in-law. After spending so much time with him, I've found my desires are growing stronger than ever, even more intense than before. Every time I see his impressive genitals, my genitals itch unbearably. Just a few days ago, I even took off my underwear and let him perform oral sex on me. Perhaps this is the best way to satisfy me without intercourse. I selfishly crave everything, but because of my love for my husband, I've always held onto my last line of defense.

However, last night, I couldn't control myself and did something I'd never done for my husband: oral sex.

Last night, due to the pent-up sexual desire of the past few days, while my husband was drunk and asleep, I involuntarily went to my father-in-law's room, touching his penis, smelling his strong hormonal scent—everything was so familiar and alluring. But after masturbating for a while, I found that masturbation was far from enough to bring me to orgasm. I was eager and anxious, but could I really have sex with my father-in-law's legs? No, the sound of legs colliding is too loud. Although my husband sleeps soundly, I still dare not take the risk. Having sex with my father-in-law? Absolutely not. I can't do that. No matter how high my desire reaches, I can't completely betray my husband. I must protect this forbidden place for him.

I was still thinking, but looking at my father-in-law's penis, my body began to heat up. His penis felt like a potent aphrodisiac, constantly taking effect, attacking my immune system. My body was about to succumb. I suppressed the urge to mount him and insert his penis into my vagina. Finally, when all else failed, I was finally conquered by the masculine allure of his penis. My mind was hazy, and I resorted to the only method I could use: I took his penis into my mouth. This was something I had never done for my husband before; I never imagined my first oral sex would be with my father-in-law. When the pungent smell of his penis filled my mouth, I didn't feel nauseous. The taste was like a drug, making me unable to resist. Just then, my husband came to mind, but it was fleeting; my thoughts were once again controlled by desire. "

Husband, let me be selfish just this once, even just this once." This was the only reason I could console myself; I truly couldn't control myself. I greedily savored my father-in-law's taste. The itching in my lower body intensified, and slowly, my father-in-law woke up. But at this moment, I felt no panic; instead, I felt that this was all I should do for him. I satisfied my father-in-law, but my own body remained unsatisfied. My body seemed to uncontrollably complete the 69 position. The moment my father-in-law sucked on my genitals, the moment his penis was in my mouth, I experienced immense satisfaction. At

this moment, I felt no guilt, no self-reproach, no family, no ethics; only my husband flashed through my mind, but I filtered it out with self-deception and excuses. I only wanted to enjoy everything I had.

Finally, I reached orgasm first, the feeling as if I had ascended to heaven, like a drug addict suddenly receiving drugs. After the climax, I continued to satisfy my father-in-law, but at the moment he ejaculated, he thrust his penis deep into my throat, and his semen gushed out violently. Caught off guard, I swallowed a lot of his semen.

I ran to the bathroom to rinse my mouth and shower. After the climax, I only felt disgusted by my father-in-law's semen. Imagining that thick, fishy semen being swallowed made me feel nauseous. I tried desperately to vomit, but I couldn't expel the filthy stuff.

After the climax, I felt regretful, but could time be turned back? Could I go back to the past? Why was I so cowardly then? Why couldn't I control myself? I washed my body, but I still felt so dirty. I thought of my husband, and I felt extremely guilty. The feeling just now was sweet, but now my tears were bitter and salty.

Back in the bedroom, looking at my sleeping husband, I felt both pain and self-reproach. I realized that I had never performed oral sex on my husband, but I had given it to my father-in-law. My guilt towards my husband reached its peak. I only thought about making amends, but was it really too late? I desperately tried to give him oral sex, but due to his physical condition, I couldn't succeed. Perhaps it was because I had accidentally swallowed my father-in-law's semen earlier, and I had swallowed everything about my husband. I wanted him to receive better treatment than my father-in-law, but what good was it? My father-in-law had already enjoyed all that treatment. It was too late to

mend the situation. Thinking back on everything that had just happened, I was truly at a loss. What should I do? What should I do? I felt lost about the road ahead, as if a fog was blocking my way.

As I pondered this, the scene of giving my father-in-law oral sex flashed through my mind again. Sadness, grief, self-blame, and guilt welled up in my heart again, but everything had already happened, and I couldn't go back to the way things were. All I could say was: Husband, I'm sorry...

What should I do if my husband finds out about all this one day? My husband will definitely leave me. Sometimes, I imagine how I would feel if my husband left me. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally confirmed my feelings and my heart: if my husband were to leave me one day, I would only choose one path, and that would be to leave this world.

Chapter 49: Peace

After reading Xiaoying's monologue, I was filled with mixed emotions. Honestly, seeing Xiaoying and her father's behavior these past few days, I also felt that stinging pain. I truly know I was wrong. I thought I would be calm and even excited after Xiaoying and her father had a relationship. But after observing and understanding for this period, I realized that my pain outweighed the physical excitement. Now, thinking back carefully, the source of my pain was the fear that Xiaoying would change her mind, lose her love for me, and fall in love with her father, abandoning me. Actually, I love Xiaoying very much too. If one day she were gone, I really can't imagine what I would become.

Through Xiaoying's diary, I can finally feel at ease. At least from the last sentence of Xiaoying's diary, I know that my place in Xiaoying's heart is higher than her own life. With such a loving wife, what more could I ask for? I can finally calm down and understand these things. The pain that had been building up in my heart for so long slowly faded, replaced by a surge of excitement.

After watching the video and reading the log, I wanted to go to sleep, but after tonight's series of stimulating events, I found myself wide awake. I decided to continue watching the video, fast-forwarding to the time when Xiaoying woke up in the morning. Perhaps due to the passion of the previous night, Xiaoying and her father hadn't slept well and were both up early. I, however, remained soundly asleep in bed, like a dead pig. After Xiaoying got up and washed, she began preparing breakfast, while her father, looking embarrassed and awkward, left the bedroom and went to the living room, pretending to watch TV, but occasionally glancing at Xiaoying as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. The two seemed to have returned to their old ways, as if it were their first encounter; their eyes met, and they quickly looked away, appearing flustered and unnatural. The two, who had been chatting and laughing during this time, were now unusually quiet.

This silence continued until I got up. Now, looking back, I realize that they hadn't exchanged any words before I woke up; no wonder they looked so flustered and unnatural in the morning. Even after I left, it wasn't until my father needed to urinate that the two broke the silence and began to talk little by little. They both tacitly avoided mentioning what happened the night before, as if it were all a dream.

Although their conversation grew more detailed and the awkwardness dissipated, and they returned to their natural state, the worry between Xiaoying's brows never faded. It was clear that the guilt from the previous night lingered in her heart.

After reading this, I shut down the computer and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. The current situation seemed to have reached a stalemate. No matter how much they couldn't help themselves, they remained within the bounds of physical intimacy, making no further progress. Moreover, because of my presence, Xiaoying's feelings for my father were fluctuating. While this situation moved and comforted me, it was also a source of pain and torment for both Xiaoying and my father. If this continued, wouldn't it cause even more suffering for our family? This was completely contrary to my original goal. That night, I couldn't sleep...

The days that followed seemed to return to calm. During this time, perhaps because of the oral sex that night, and out of guilt and realization, Xiaoying avoided my father. Aside from necessary care, they had almost no intimate contact. My father seemed to sense something, living quietly, though occasionally, like Xiaoying, his face revealed sorrow and longing. Since Xiaoying had almost always been in control, and my father's hands were injured, he could only endure it, unable to make any advances. I was even more moved by Xiaoying; she truly restrained her desire to be with my father because of me.

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye. Xiaoying had indirectly avoided my father during this time, and although he was disappointed, he dared not say anything. Their relationship didn't seem to have deteriorated; they still said what needed to be said and did what needed to be done. Only their sorrow and estrangement remained.

Because Xiaoying took such good care of him, my father's injuries healed quickly. Including the original two weeks, two months passed, and my father was finally able to remove the cast and splints. My father's fractured bone is healing well; he can move his hands almost freely, but he can't do heavy work and still needs medication for final care. Since the casts on his hands have been removed, he can eat and use the toilet completely independently. Xiaoying also ended her two-month leave and returned to work.

In the past month and a half, nothing much happened between Xiaoying and my father; in fact, it almost drove me crazy. They didn't make any progress; instead, they reverted to their old ways. Aside from some slightly ambiguous language, they almost completely cut off physical contact. However, during this month and a half, Xiaoying occasionally masturbated in her room, while my father, due to his injured hands, could only silently endure this month of abstinence. After all, he sensed Xiaoying's unusual behavior, and in Xiaoying's eyes, her father was someone who respected her opinions.

Since Xiaoying works as a fashion designer, even two months at home didn't disrupt her work. She usually designed the required drawings on her home computer and then sent them back to the office. Therefore, even though Xiaoying rested for two months for her father, her work wasn't significantly affected.

Home seemed to have returned to normal. During this time, I didn't touch Xiaoying. It seemed Xiaoying wanted to shift her focus from my father to me. She offered to perform oral sex on me and initiate sex, but due to my physical condition and size, I couldn't satisfy her. The first time she performed oral sex on me while I was conscious, I pretended not to understand and asked her why. She simply said she wanted my illness to get better sooner and wanted to give me some stimulation. Hearing this white lie, I just smiled.

However, this month and a half of perseverance was broken by her pent-up desire. I understood Xiaoying; since performing oral sex on my father, she had severed ties with him for a month and a half. Although she sought comfort in me, I found her comfort less tangible than her masturbation (I could tell from her expression). So I expected her to not last long, but a month and a half was still far beyond my expectations.

It just so happened that it was our quarterly large-scale inventory check, which had to be done after the mall closed at 9 pm. The entire inventory was divided into A and B orders, and after checking A, we would check B, and then A and B orders would be verified. For items that did not match between the two orders, we would conduct random checks. This meant that we would need to do the inventory check all night. At 5:30 pm, I got home, ate a few bites of food, and rushed back to the office to prepare for organizing the inventory check. While I was eating, I noticed a flash of long-awaited desire and relief in Xiaoying's eyes, as if she were excited and thrilled that an opportunity she had been waiting for was finally coming.

Could something happen tonight since I was rarely home? After all, Xiaoying and her father had been holding back for a month and a half, and they were both nearing their limit. Even if Xiaoying tried to control herself, she could only control herself for a while, not forever. But thinking back on the past month and a half, Xiaoying had been so restrained. Perhaps I was overthinking it. Tonight would probably be quiet again, although I thought the probability of Xiaoying and her father having intimate contact while I was away was relatively low.

With this feeling, I was conducting the quarterly inventory at work, but my mind was filled with anticipation and imagination about what might happen at home. The inventory started at 9 PM, and before I knew it, it was midnight. Our first batch of A-shares wasn't even finished. My mind was constantly preoccupied with what seemed like things at home, and I even made several mistakes in inventorying several items. At 12:30 AM, I finally couldn't resist the curiosity that had been nagging me for a month and a half. I dialed Xiaoying's number. Usually, Xiaoying's phone was on 24/7, and no matter how late I called to let her know I was safe, she would always answer half-asleep. But this time, I called twice, and Xiaoying's phone remained unanswered…

Chapter 50 Rejection

Hanging up the phone, I knew something must have happened at home. Xiaoying and her father had been suppressing their feelings for a month and a half, and suddenly letting go of each other—would they be having an affair, passionately merging with each other? With these dazed thoughts, I continued my inventory work, but absentmindedly, resulting in a high error rate. What should have been finished around 4 AM didn't end until 6 AM.

Countless times I wanted to call Xiaoying again, but I always gave up. What if I disturbed them? Wouldn't all my previous plans and efforts be wasted? With this conflicted and hesitant feeling, I finally finished the inventory at 6 AM. I quickly washed up in the bathroom, looked at my haggard reflection in the mirror, and wondered if I should go home. After all, after a night of overtime, I could have a day off. After careful consideration, I sighed, abandoned the idea of going home, ate some breakfast at a local shop, and returned to my office to continue my work.

If something really did happen between Xiaoying and her father last night, then giving them a day to process it is necessary. If they made any new breakthroughs last night, then the day I'm not home will give them time to adjust.

Around 7 a.m., Xiaoying probably saw the missed calls from last night and called me back. Xiaoying's tone on the phone was somewhat low, and she wasn't in a good mood at all. Sensing this abnormality, I was pretty sure something must have happened last night, otherwise Xiaoying wouldn't be in this mood. On the phone, Xiaoying told me that she left her phone in the living room last night, and that it was on vibrate. She slept very soundly last night, so she didn't hear the phone vibrate. Hearing this answer, I felt a little sad. You know, in the quiet of the night, even with the door as soundproofing, the vibration of a phone is still enough to penetrate the door. Even if Xiaoying couldn't hear it, her father's senses are so sensitive when he sleeps, surely he could hear it too? Besides, Xiaoying never puts her phone on silent or vibrate, so I was 100% certain that Xiaoying was lying.

But I didn't confront her. Xiaoying asked me why I called her last night, and I told her I just wanted to ask if she was asleep, and that I needed to do inventory data entry and form generation during the day, so I wouldn't be going home. After hanging up with Xiaoying, I sat in my office for a long time, unable to fall asleep. The entire office area was very quiet, with only the sound of keyboards being typed by the data entry operators in the distance.

After hanging up with Xiaoying, I couldn't suppress my curiosity. I took out my dongle and, taking advantage of the fact that most people were home resting during the day, turned on the home surveillance camera on my office computer. The time was frozen at the moment I left home after dinner last night...

After I finished dinner last night, Xiaoying saw me out of the room. Although I noticed a hint of joy and longing in Xiaoying's eyes during dinner, after seeing me leave and close the door, a trace of guilt and sadness appeared in her eyes. Perhaps she was afraid that she would do something against her will while I was away. She had expectations, but also a hint of resistance.

Xiaoying started clearing the dishes, while her father sat on the sofa watching TV, alternately massaging his injured hands. His hands were mostly healed, but he couldn't use too much force, as it caused him pain. A full recovery would take almost another month. This remaining month would rely solely on medication and massage for the final recovery process. The two

hadn't experienced such a private evening together in a long time; perhaps they both secretly hoped something would happen. Both father and Xiaoying were quiet. For about ten minutes, Xiaoying tidied the room while her father massaged his hands and watched TV, but it was clear they were both distracted.

Xiaoying quietly cleaned the room, never glancing at her father, treating him as if he were invisible. Perhaps she was trying to escape her desires this way. Her father, however, kept glancing at Xiaoying out of the corner of his eye. When Xiaoying turned her back to him, he would stare at her back with an undisguised, burning gaze. After a month and a half without contact with Xiaoying, his gaze was like that of a long-starved beast that had suddenly caught its prey. As time passed, Father's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a slight flush rose to his face. I knew that his desire was gradually intensifying, and he could only desperately massage his hands to distract himself. Occasionally, he massaged too vigorously, causing him to wince in pain.

Meanwhile, Xiaoying was quietly tidying the room. She heard her father's increasingly uneven breathing, and perhaps sensing something, her cheeks also flushed slightly, her delicate face seemingly dripping with moisture. Her alluring body began to tremble slightly, and a few times, the rag in her hands fell to the floor, which she hurriedly picked up again. She continued tidying the room absentmindedly, without glancing at her father. The only sounds in the room, besides the faint sound of the television, were his increasingly uneven breathing.

After a long while, Xiaoying slowly finished tidying up the room. Both of them were controlling their desires, but it was clear that the father's desire was much stronger than Xiaoying's. After all, Xiaoying had gone through an internal struggle, while the father was simply a male animal, more easily swayed by his body.

After finishing tidying up, Xiaoying glanced at her father, but seeing his flushed face, she quickly looked away, like a shy young girl suddenly seeing her prince charming, looking bashful and adorable. Xiaoying's phone was on the armrest of the sofa next to her father. Xiaoying slowly walked to her father's side and bent down to pick it up. Perhaps due to nervousness and embarrassment, Xiaoying forgot about her open neckline. When she bent down to pick up the phone, her neckline opened wide, revealing a deep, white cleavage, her full breasts exposed to her father's eyes.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen Xiaoying's body in a long time, the father's rationality was shattered by this glimpse of Xiaoying's body. As Xiaoying's hand touched the phone, her father suddenly grabbed it, squeezing it tightly. His aged, reddened eyes, filled with desire, stared intently at her. Xiaoying stiffened at his action, stopping her movement of reaching for the phone, her hand still held firmly in his grasp. She turned to meet his gaze, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid, their cheeks and necks slowly flushing red. Two normal humans were slowly transforming into beasts consumed by lust.

They remained frozen in that position, locked in a deep, lingering gaze, their increasingly rapid and uneven breathing filling the air. Finally, the father took the initiative, his other hand slowly rising to grab Xiaoying's breasts, which were swaying before him. His movements were slow, and Xiaoying remained bent over, unmoved. During this process, the father breathed heavily, his throat rising and falling, constantly swallowing; his desire had reached its peak. Xiaoying trembled, awaiting her father's lustful hand. The room fell silent, save for the movement of his sinful hand.

Just as his hands were about to grasp her breasts, Xiaoying's eyes widened suddenly. She abruptly straightened up, forcefully pulling her father's grip away, and with her other hand, she pushed away the sinful hand reaching for her breast. Freed from her father's grasp, Xiaoying ignored the phone she hadn't yet picked up and ran to her bedroom. She left the phone on the sofa armrest next to her father, her movements resembling an escape. Back in her bedroom, her father's hands remained in the same position, his eyes wide open, his expression one of disbelief. Perhaps he had never imagined Xiaoying would refuse him.

"Click," Xiaoying ran back to her bedroom, closed the door, and then locked it from the inside. Perhaps the sound of the lock woke her father; he slumped down, his eyes flashing with deep disappointment and the embarrassment of being rejected. He sat on the sofa, his hands rubbing his pajama bottoms, trying to ease his disappointment and embarrassment. His figure on the sofa suddenly looked much older…

Chapter 51 Detachment

Seeing this, I knew that after a month and a half, she hadn't overcome that mental hurdle. For me, her husband, she was still suppressing her desires. Thinking of this, I was deeply moved. From her interactions with her father recently, I knew how strong her desires were at thirty. For her to refuse him at such a crucial moment today required immense mental fortitude.

Could this be the reason for Xiaoying's low spirits this morning? It was possible. After all, although it had only been a few minutes, Xiaoying must have gone through what seemed like a long struggle, leaving her exhausted. I kept my eyes on the computer video, simultaneously opening the monitoring windows for Xiaoying's bedroom and the living room. The two videos were playing in sync.

Xiaoying rushed into her bedroom, frantically locking the door. She leaned against the door, breathing heavily, clearly showing how panicked she was. She slowly calmed herself. My father stood awkwardly in the living room for a long time, then stood up, his face haggard and dejected, like a man heartbroken and abandoned by his lover.

He straightened up, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths. When he opened his eyes, his expression was calm. He silently turned off the television, then the living room lights, and slowly dragged his much older body towards his bedroom. As he passed Xiaoying's bedroom, he looked at her door with lingering affection, as if taking one last look at his beloved, his eyes unwilling to leave. His final lingering affection turned into a deep sigh. My father returned to his bedroom and slowly closed his door.

Xiaoying, who was calming herself down in her bedroom, heard her father turn off the TV. She abruptly turned around, pressing her face against the blurry glass of her bedroom door, using the contrast between the living room and bedroom lights to see her father in the living room.

When she saw his conflicted and embarrassed expression, and his dejected and lost look, a pang of heartache flashed in Xiaoying's eyes. When she saw her father standing at her bedroom door, gazing longingly at her, they looked at each other through the glass, a longing gaze, but Xiaoying could see her father, while her father couldn't see her.

Xiaoying stared intently at her father's much older figure as he slowly disappeared into the bedroom. The moment the door closed, Xiaoying's heartache turned into tears, which welled up in her eyes and dripped down her pointed chin to the floor.

Seeing her father return to his bedroom and close the door, Xiaoying slowly turned away, leaning against the door, covering her mouth and sobbing. Perhaps her father's dejected and aged appearance had deeply hurt her, and she also realized how much her actions had wounded his pride. Recalling her past with her father and all his sacrifices for the family, she finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Xiaoying's sobs grew increasingly heartbreaking until she slumped to the floor, leaning against the door, burying her face in her curled-up knees. I couldn't see Xiaoying's expression; her arms were wrapped around her knees, her face hidden, but I could hear her trembling shoulders—she was still crying. She was crying so hard that I could hear her faint sobs on the monitor, echoing in the quiet bedroom, sounding so desolate.

I closed the living room monitor window and opened the one for my father's bedroom. My father lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, sometimes tightly shut, sometimes relaxed, a hint of pain on his face. Perhaps he was thinking about many things. Perhaps it was the rejection Xiaoying had just given him, like a man mustering the courage to confess his love to the woman he loves, only to be rejected—I've experienced that kind of pain, it's excruciating. Slowly, my father began to gently touch the corners of his eyes with his newly healed hands. I found his action somewhat strange. Zooming in, I finally saw that my father was also overcome with grief, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing Xiaoying crying, and my father, tormented by pain and weeping, I suddenly felt a deep pain in my heart. Was this the situation I wanted? Originally, I wanted Xiaoying and my father to have a happy relationship, but I never expected it to cause them such sadness and pain. Looking at Xiaoying and my father crying, I really wanted to reach into the screen to comfort them. Sitting in front of the screen, for the first time, I truly hesitated. Should I let things continue like this? Should I continue to push and bring them together? The current situation was hurting all three of us at the same time, plunging all three of us into pain. This was not what I wanted. For the first time, I felt that the situation was slipping out of my control.

Looking at the two people in the room, I was filled with deep self-reproach. As time passed, the grief of both Xiaoying and her father gradually subsided. Xiaoying got up, wiped away her tears with a tissue, and slowly lay back down on the bed, though she was still occasionally sobbing from the intense crying. Both Xiaoying and her father lay quietly in bed, knowing it would be a sleepless night for them. Their minds must have been racing, filled with countless memories, anxieties, and even difficult choices.

Time ticked by; perhaps this was why Xiaoying had been so upset that morning. Two hours later, I finally understood what was going on. I prepared to shut down the computer and get some rest, having not slept a wink all night. After the initial sadness and curiosity, a weariness began to weigh on my eyelids, and I decided to get some rest. Just as I was about to shut down the computer, Xiaoying, who had been lying in bed deep in thought, suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were clear, without the grogginess and confusion one often experiences after just waking up. After opening her eyes, Xiaoying slowly sat up, and my nerves tensed up with her movement.

Xiaoying slowly got up and left the bedroom. Was Xiaoying going to her father's bedroom? With this thought, I suddenly became more alert, and the drowsiness I had felt earlier vanished without a trace. But just as I was waiting to determine Xiaoying's destination, she slowly walked to the bathroom. Seeing this, I assumed she was getting up to relieve herself.

However, after entering the bathroom, Xiaoying didn't relieve herself. Instead, she turned on the tap and began washing her face. I knew she wanted to wash away the tear stains she hadn't wiped clean and also clear her mind. After carefully washing her face, Xiaoying looked up at the mirror above the sink, staring blankly at herself. Her gaze was unfocused and uncertain, as if she were making some intense thought and decision.

A few minutes later, Xiaoying seemed to have figured something out. She combed her long hair and smoothed her nightgown. Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to make her expression natural, as if she had just come to a realization. Facing the mirror, she suddenly appeared relaxed and carefree. She smiled at the mirror, as if erasing all the unpleasantness from before. Then she took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, and then opened the bathroom door with that carefree air. Seeing Xiaoying

in the surveillance video seem to have emerged from her pain, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, I wanted Xiaoying to be happy and joyful. Originally, I had planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with Xiaoying tonight to help her resolve her inner conflict. If it came to a last resort, I would have to confront her, since the situation was getting worse. After watching Xiaoying's performance in the video, I knew I didn't need to do anything more, and I didn't need to risk confronting her.

After Xiaoying came out of the bathroom, she turned towards the bedroom, but the direction she took was unexpected. She didn't go towards our bedroom, but instead, with firm steps, headed towards her father's bedroom. Her steps were steady, without tension or panic; her charming and pretty back view appeared so resolute…

Chapter 52 Serving

Seeing Xiaoying resolutely heading towards her father's bedroom, a flicker of excitement and a pang of bitterness flashed through my heart. These two extreme emotions surged within me, pushing my senses to their limit. Had Xiaoying made this decision after her recent thoughts?

As I briefly pondered, the click of the door lock interrupted my thoughts. I turned my gaze back to the computer screen. Xiaoying reached her father's bedroom door, and unlike before, she didn't hesitate for a moment before slowly opening it. Her approach to her father's bedroom and the opening of his door—everything seemed so smooth and natural.

Just moments before, the father, tossing and turning in his bedroom, had been wide awake when he heard Xiaoying leave the bedroom and enter the bathroom. His eyes were fixed on his bedroom door, perhaps hoping she was coming towards his room. Perhaps hearing her enter the bathroom, his initially expectant gaze turned to deep disappointment, but he didn't give up hope. He lay on his back, still watching his door, listening intently to the sounds of Xiaoying washing her face in the bathroom, his head craning in anticipation.

When he heard Xiaoying emerge from the bathroom, his eyes widened to their limit; he waited, yearned. As her footsteps drew closer to his bedroom, excitement and joy flashed across his face. His body trembled slightly, seemingly anticipating her entry yet fearing she might change her mind and turn back. When Xiaoying pressed the doorknob, the father panicked and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Perhaps after the awkward moment, he still couldn't determine Xiaoying's purpose, so he feigned sleep to conceal his embarrassment.

After Xiaoying entered her father's room, a sly glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at him lying on the bed, and a smile appeared on her face. I think she had already guessed that her father was pretending to be asleep. Not to mention her, even I, sitting in front of the computer, could tell from his uneven breathing and slightly trembling body that he wasn't asleep at all.

Xiaoying didn't disturb her father. Since he couldn't face her now, why bother to break the ice? Xiaoying stood quietly by her father's bedside, looking at him with a hint of sympathy and pity in her eyes. Perhaps she regretted her earlier refusal to hurt him, and now that she was here, was she trying to offer him some compensation and comfort?

Her father had already sensed Xiaoying standing beside him watching him. He seemed very nervous, his body trembling slightly, and cold sweat even breaking out on his forehead. Being stared at by a woman standing beside him, I think anyone would find it difficult to remain calm.

Seemingly wanting to break the tranquility, Xiaoying sighed softly and slowly removed her nightgown and underwear, her movements and posture as gentle as ever, her alluring white skin gradually exposed to the moonlight. After completing these actions, Xiaoying began to remove her father's nightgown and underwear. During this process, every time Xiaoying touched her father's body, his body would tremble slightly; it was hard to know how long he could pretend to be asleep. Throughout this process, Xiaoying kept watching her father's expression, her eyes filled with a smile and cunning.

Finally, with her father's unintentional "cooperation," Xiaoying finally removed her father's pajama bottoms and underwear. Like Xiaoying, except for their upper bodies, both of them were completely naked from the waist down. Xiaoying, naked from the waist down, looked at her father's genitals. She hadn't seen this ugly thing that she both loved and hated for a long time. A joy and excitement of a long-awaited reunion flashed in her eyes. She trembled as she reached out and grasped it. Her father's body trembled slightly at Xiaoying's touch, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Xiaoying held her father's penis with a mixture of love and tenderness, her tongue lightly licking the corners of her mouth. She gently stroked his penis up and down, then glanced at her father, who was still pretending to be asleep, before slowly lowering her head. Was she planning to sniff the scent of his penis a little longer? But I was wrong. Xiaoying's head movement was very targeted and without any pause. After lowering her head to a certain height, she extended her tongue and gently licked the glans, which was about the size of an egg. Her father's tense body trembled violently with that lick. He could no longer pretend to be asleep; perhaps he felt he couldn't keep up the act any longer. He opened his eyes, looking at his genitals with a hint of embarrassment and shyness, at what Xiaoying was licking and tasting.

At that moment, Xiaoying didn't pay attention to her father's face, nor did she care whether his eyes were open or not. Perhaps it didn't matter to her whether his eyes were open or not. After licking her father's urethral opening, Xiaoying began to slowly circle the glans with her tongue. Her tender tongue made the glans wet and slippery, reflecting the moonlight like a luminous pearl in the night. After

licking the glans, Xiaoying continued downwards, licking the coronal sulcus of her father's penis, circling it once, and then continuing to lick the shaft. Although her movements were clumsy, they strongly impacted my father's and my vision. Where did Xiaoying learn this? The answer was obvious; she must have learned it online since their first oral sex encounter. After all, you can learn anything online these days.

Watching Xiaoying gently and skillfully serve my father, a fire seemed to ignite within me, and my penis gradually became erect—I hadn't felt an erection in a long time. Watching Xiaoying serve my father, I felt a strong pang of sadness, because Xiaoying had never served me like this before.

In the video, the father, his face flushed, looked at Xiaoying, his expression clearly one of extreme excitement. This excitement might stem from Xiaoying's service, or perhaps from her sudden change of heart; in any case, the father was experiencing a mixture of excitement and joy, enjoying what he had previously only dreamed of.

After licking his penis up and down, Xiaoying moved her mouth upwards to the glans, opening her cherry-like mouth to take in the entire glans and half of the shaft. "Oh…," the father finally groaned, unable to contain the intense pleasure Xiaoying was giving him.

Hearing his groans, Xiaoying didn't pause, as if she had anticipated his return to normalcy. She continued to suck and swallow his penis, the sounds of "sizzling" and "gurgling" echoing throughout the bedroom. The father's eyes grew increasingly glazed, but he didn't actively engage in any further activity.

Xiaoying continued performing oral sex on her father, occasionally lifting her head to stretch his penis upwards to its limit with her mouth, popping it out with a "pop." Each time she did this, her father couldn't help but let out a groan. Xiaoying seemed to enjoy hearing these groans. She continued this action, stretching his penis several times before pursing her lips and searching for tissues. She then spat out the saliva from the oral sex and the fluid from his urethral opening onto the tissue.

It seemed Xiaoying still couldn't accept swallowing those liquids. If things hadn't been so sudden that time, Xiaoying would never have swallowed her father's semen. Later that night, after giving me oral sex as compensation, she swallowed everything from my penis. Seeing all this, shouldn't I feel a little moved? But I didn't feel that way at the moment; a pang of sorrow churned within me.

After spitting out the mixed liquid in her mouth, Xiaoying continued to perform oral sex on her father. At the same time, she threw away the wad of toilet paper with her left hand and placed it under the hem of her father's pajamas. Under the questioning gazes of my father and me, with her mouth on his penis, she slowly pulled his pajamas up. With the "sizzling" and "gurgling" sounds of Xiaoying performing oral sex, her father's pajamas were slowly pushed up to his chest. His abdomen and chest, covered in wrinkles and age spots, along with his nipples with a few long black hairs, began to slowly reveal themselves…

Chapter 053 Relief

Why was Xiaoying pushing her father's pajamas up? My mind was filled with questions, but I was too lazy to think about it. I figured I'd just keep watching to find the answer.

Xiaoying continued performing oral sex on her father. After pushing his pajamas up with her left hand, she began to caress his chest. Her slender, tender hands gently caressed his chest, occasionally teasing his nipples with her fingers. Perhaps the father felt itchy, and he suppressed his trembling. When the itching became unbearable, he repeatedly tried to push away Xiaoying's hands that were teasing his nipples, but he restrained himself each time. After all, he didn't want to interrupt the comfort Xiaoying was providing, and this comfort was so precious.

Xiaoying continued to perform oral sex on her father, her hands continuing to caress and tease him. Based on the last time, Xiaoying should have gone to bed with him and had him perform oral sex on her, but she remained devoted to him, making no move to go to bed.

Perhaps it was because her father hadn't been with Xiaoying for so long, or perhaps Xiaoying's oral sex skills had improved this time, but in less than ten minutes, her father reached orgasm. His whole body trembled, his hips arching like a sturdy arch. His penis was deeply inserted into Xiaoying's mouth. This time, the signs of his ejaculation were very clear, and Xiaoying was prepared.

His semen filled Xiaoying's mouth, but because she was prepared, she didn't swallow it abruptly this time. When her mouth could no longer hold her father's thick semen, Xiaoying puffed out her cheeks and spat out his penis. The remaining semen shot onto her beautiful face. Xiaoying quietly accepted the baptism of her father's semen; her face, hair, bra, and breasts were all covered.

Finally, after her mouth, hair, face, breasts, and bra were completely stained with his semen, her father stopped ejaculating. His body collapsed like a crumbling arch, his hips slowly lowering as he lay exhausted on the bed, panting heavily, his face filled with the ecstasy of extreme pleasure.

Covered in her father's semen, Xiaoying slowly walked to the bathroom, spat it out, and took a quick shower. Watching Xiaoying being washed by the water, my heart was filled with sorrow, but also a sense of relief. Although what Xiaoying had just done for her father made me jealous, it also greatly eased the current tense situation at home. This was perhaps the best way to resolve the issue and solved the problem that had been troubling me. Xiaoying had simply satisfied her father's sexual desires without satisfying herself, which was clearly a form of comfort for him and a compensation for the hurt she had caused him.

After washing up, Xiaoying returned to her father's room wearing only her bra. Her father was still savoring the afterglow of his orgasm, lying quietly on the bed. Xiaoying stood by the bed watching her father, then slowly lifted her feet and climbed onto the bed. Perhaps feeling the bed shaking, her father opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoying. Under her father's burning gaze, Xiaoying slowly climbed onto the bed, and then, to her father's astonishment, gently and quietly lay down beside him. Her father lay on his back, while Xiaoying lay on her side facing him.

After lying on her side next to her father, Xiaoying opened her alluring, bright eyes and looked at his profile. At this moment, the father seemed caught off guard by Xiaoying's sudden appearance on the bed beside him. This man in his fifties suddenly became as nervous as a child. He fidgeted nervously, unsure whether to place his hands at his sides or on his stomach, appearing somewhat flustered.

Xiaoying lay beside her father, watching his nervous state with a captivating charm, her eyes brimming with increasing allure and amusement. "Pfft," Xiaoying finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, amused by her father's antics. The father was startled by Xiaoying's sudden outburst, his body stiffening abruptly. Perhaps the silence was broken by Xiaoying's laughter; his uneasy hands and body finally calmed down. He lay quietly on the bed, waiting to see what would happen next, though the tension remained.

Xiaoying chuckled softly for a while, then smoothed her long hair behind her ear. She sighed slightly, turning her gaze back to her father's profile, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Dad, shall we talk?" Xiaoying gently placed her hand on her father's chest, caressing it tenderly, and spoke first.

"Uh...okay...okay." The father hadn't expected Xiaoying's sudden question. In their past intimate moments, they'd always tacitly agreed on actions, but never spoken. The father forced a nervous, awkward smile.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I unintentionally...hurt your feelings just now. But I didn't mean to, it was subconscious. Are you...still angry?" Xiaoying gently stroked her father's strong, dark, and aged chest, softly apologizing.

"No...no, I'm not angry. How could I be angry with you? Xiaoying, you're overthinking it, really...um..." Hearing Xiaoying apologize, the father suddenly became agitated. He frantically turned to face her, his newly healed hands gesturing wildly, trying to let her know he wasn't angry at all, and that he had no right to be angry with her. Xiaoying was his goddess; even if she had done something wrong, he couldn't allow her to apologize to him. It was as if apologizing to him was a sin. The father gestured with his hands, trying to explain further, but Xiaoying's slender, white hand covered his mouth. He could only whimper, blinking and staring at Xiaoying, his frantic gesturing falling silent.

"Dad, listen to me… I've thought a lot these past month and a half. I thought about my family, I thought about Jincheng. I admit I'm a woman with strong desires, and now, because of Jincheng's health, I can't… Dad, it's undeniable that being intimate with you is really… comfortable. You've resolved my long-suppressed desires. Although we didn't have actual… intercourse, that kind of contact with you gave me satisfaction." Xiaoying blushed several times as she spoke. Perhaps she had never used any of the sensitive words she spoke to her father before, but to be frank and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, she forced herself to express those words that had previously offended her.

"But I've always felt guilty, like I've let Jincheng down. Even though Jincheng's health isn't good, I still love him deeply. Really, Dad, I love Jincheng so much."

Hearing Xiaoying's words, a hint of disappointment, pain, and envy flashed in the father's eyes, but mostly a sense of comfort. Perhaps he didn't want to compete with his son for his daughter-in-law, nor did he want to hurt his son further. He was already content with the intimacy Xiaoying had with him. Both of them wanted to minimize the harm to me, of course, on the basis of satisfying their own desires.

"But I couldn't control my desires. For the past month and a half, I've been trying to control them, trying to give up our ill-fated relationship, but just now I failed. Especially seeing your disappointed and aged appearance, and thinking about everything you've done for this family, I feel so regretful about what I did to you just now." At this point, Xiaoying finally couldn't hold back her emotions, and two lines of tears streamed down her face as she cried and spoke. The father's eyes also gradually reddened.

"I admit I'm selfish. I'm not a good wife, nor a good daughter-in-law. Thinking about how things turned out this way, why did I let things begin the way they did? But now I realize that things can't go back to the past. We've already let Jincheng down. Even if we stop now, what's done is done, and nothing can be erased." The father gently wiped away Xiaoying's tears with his aged hands. He looked at Xiaoying with loving eyes. At this moment, there was no desire in his eyes; instead, they transformed into the tender love a father has for his daughter.

"Dad, I will satisfy you from now on. I will give you everything your mother-in-law can give you, except for love, real sex, and physical contact that I cannot accept. I cannot accept you entering my body. After all, I want to reserve the last forbidden zone for Jincheng, so that I can minimize my guilt. You shouldn't feel guilty either, after all, I also have my own selfish reasons. I am infatuated with the days when we were intimate."

"Dad, I gave sex and love to Jincheng. All I can give you is sex, but I cannot give you love. Forgive me."

After hearing Xiaoying's words, a sense of relief and understanding appeared on the father's face. He finally understood everything in Xiaoying's heart and finally understood why Xiaoying had just rejected him. At this moment, he seemed very happy. Perhaps Xiaoying's words had opened his heart, and an unprecedented ease appeared on his face.

"Dad, let's be selfish for each other this once. This is the only thing we've ever done to wrong Jincheng, but we can never let him know. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle the blow. It's all for our family." "Dad, I hurt you just now. To apologize, I'll make an exception and give you a reward tonight." Xiaoying suddenly said shyly. She reached out and grabbed her father's hand, then closed her eyes. Holding her father's hand, she slowly pulled it towards her body, or more precisely, towards Xiaoying's snow-white, full 34D breasts...

Chapter 054 Pilgrimage

Watching my father's hand get closer and closer to Xiaoying's breasts, my heart clenched. Was another one of my few remaining strongholds about to fall? My relaxed mood suddenly became tense again. That contradictory feeling of bitterness and excitement tormented my thoughts. But this feeling was also strangely exciting, like experiencing a dance of ice and fire, the alternating sensations of hot and cold, like the ups and downs of life, bringing both setbacks and successes while offering a unique thrill.

Ultimately, I watched helplessly as one of my most cherished possessions crumbled. I sat in front of the computer, watching my most beloved treasure fall, powerless to stop it. Xiaoying's pert breasts were my favorite, but now that favorite was no longer my only one.

My father's calloused hands finally touched Xiaoying's snow-white breasts. His excited hands trembled, causing Xiaoying's breasts to ripple gently. Even with his large hands, he couldn't fully grasp Xiaoying's 34D breasts. He excitedly caressed them through her bra, and Xiaoying's cheeks slowly flushed. Her closed eyes slowly opened, her gaze lowered, looking at the hands caressing her sacred, forbidden territory—hands that weren't those of her beloved husband.

The father seemed too excited, losing control of his strength. While caressing, he would occasionally lightly squeeze, but Xiaoying's breasts were too delicate; even a gentle squeeze would cause pain. Each time the father lightly pinched Xiaoying's breast, she would let out a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, but she didn't stop him, as if trying her best to comfort and satisfy him. The father then withdrew his other hand from under his body and quickly covered Xiaoying's other breast, his hands freely kneading it under Xiaoying's shy gaze. The father's breathing became faster and more rapid, and Xiaoying's flushed face slowly contorted slightly, her expression a mixture of excitement and slight pain.

The father seemed unsatisfied with caressing through her bra; he moved his hands away and instead cupped Xiaoying's breasts from below. This action was obvious—he wanted to push up Xiaoying's bra, to have direct contact with her white, full breasts. Just as her father's hands were in position, before he could even move, Xiaoying quickly grabbed his large hand, blushing and biting her lower lip, shaking her head slightly at him. Seeing Xiaoying refuse to remove her bra, a flicker of disappointment flashed in her father's eyes, but it was easily masked. After all, he had already received much tonight; he was easily satisfied and rarely demanded excessive things from others.

He gently withdrew his hand, lying on his side watching Xiaoying, seemingly unsure of what to do next or what she would accept. Seeing her father passively waiting, Xiaoying smoothed her hair and slowly sat up. She reached out and grasped her father's newly erect penis. Stimulated by her breasts, the penis, which had already ejaculated once, stood erect again. With her other hand, Xiaoying gently pushed her father back to his supine position. Holding his penis, Xiaoying stared intently at her father's weathered face. Stared at by Xiaoying, his penis still tightly gripped in her hand, the father became increasingly nervous and unsure of what to do. His gaze darted around, sometimes looking at the ceiling, sometimes at his sides, avoiding eye contact with Xiaoying. Seeing her father's flustered state, Xiaoying chuckled, her second laugh of the night. From her earlier gaze, it was clear she seemed to enjoy seeing him so anxious.

After a brief, soft laugh, Xiaoying bent down and took his penis back into her mouth, beginning a second round of oral sex. Perhaps because she had only released her father's pent-up desire, her own hadn't been satisfied. Xiaoying lowered her head, slowly moving her lower body above her father's head. Without Xiaoying's gaze, the father finally found release. He gazed adoringly at the pubic hair above his head, the groove between the sparse pubic hairs filling him with longing and ecstasy.

They assumed the standard 69 position again. Without Xiaoying needing any prompting, her father wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressed her buttocks down, and began sucking on her vulva. The room was filled once more with an intensely erotic melody. The heavy breathing, faint moans, and the slurping sounds of their oral sex echoed throughout the bedroom, lingering in the air. I, the observer, could only watch as these two people, so lost in their lovemaking, two individuals of vastly different ages and appearances, became completely absorbed. Their

desires intensified, a fire slowly burning between them, consuming their passion and their reason. Perhaps her father's appetite was growing increasingly demanding; he was no longer satisfied with just the 69 position. He released her already reddened labia, and with his strong hands, gently pushed down on Xiaoying's snowy buttocks. The passive Xiaoying could only spit out her father's already purplish-red glans, and with his push, she slowly crawled down to his feet, moving her hands and legs. When Xiaoying's buttocks moved from her father's head to his waist, her father sat up straight and moved his lower body out from under Xiaoying. Xiaoying waited on the bed in a doggy-style position. Her father straightened his position, kneeling on the bed, his hard penis erect and bouncing up and down with his movements.

At this moment, if her father aimed at Xiaoying's vaginal opening and thrust hard, he could penetrate Xiaoying's body and reach the deepest part of her body. Perhaps because of Xiaoying's plea to him, he remained clear-headed. He knew that Xiaoying could not accept his penetration, so although he longed for it, he still risked taking that step. Xiaoying seemed to trust her father as well; this time, she did not use her hands to protect her last forbidden area.

Her father buried his face in Xiaoying's snowy buttocks and began to kiss and suck wildly. Her buttocks, her vulva, and this time even her anus were not spared; everything was tasted by her father. As her father kissed and sucked, Xiaoying could only tremble back and forth as she endured it all. Especially when her father kissed her anus, Xiaoying's body would tremble violently. After all, I had never given her this kind of treatment before.

Xiaoying's buttocks seemed to transform into a woman's pretty face, the two buttock lobes resembling a woman's cheeks, her anus like the eyes on a woman's face, and her alluring vulva like a woman's lips. Her father kissed this beautiful "face" with abandon, his kisses leaving Xiaoying's entire buttocks, anus, and vulva wet. He cleansed every inch of Xiaoying's buttocks with his mouth and tongue.

With each kiss, their desires returned to their peak. He continued kissing and licking the inside of Xiaoying's thighs, his saliva mixing with her vaginal fluid, soaking her snowy buttocks and inner thighs. Perhaps sensing that Xiaoying's inner thighs were sufficiently lubricated, her father lifted his sweat-drenched face, forcefully clamping Xiaoying's long, beautiful legs together. Grasping his rock-hard 22-centimeter penis, he aimed it between Xiaoying's legs and thrust it in. With a loud "smack," my father's hips collided tightly with Xiaoying's snowy buttocks. The sound was clear and crisp, like someone being slapped hard across the face. And I felt as if both my father and Xiaoying had slapped me simultaneously, the pain burning. After this powerful thrust, Xiaoying and my father both looked up, like two devout believers worshipping their faith. Their expressions were pious and entranced, as if they were truly performing the most sacred worship with pure hearts.

Sitting in front of the computer, I sat up abruptly with my father's powerful thrust. I pressed my eyes close, wishing I could penetrate the computer screen to see everything clearly. My heart was pounding. After I saw it clearly, I slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Although my father's penis was close to Xiaoying's labia, it hadn't penetrated her vagina. As before, it was inserted into the inside of her thigh. Only this time, the shaft of his penis was very close to the vaginal opening. How close? Zero Distance...

Chapter 55 The Ringing Bell

Seeing all this before me, though my heart ached, a long-suppressed excitement also welled up within me. I glanced around the company's office area; no one should disturb me for a while. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already erect 12-centimeter penis, and, fueled by the passion ignited by the video of Xiaoying and her father, slowly began to masturbate in the quiet office. The thought of this prestigious husband watching his beloved wife being intimate with someone else, while he masturbated in the distance, suddenly made me feel truly pathetic.

In the video, after a brief "worship" between her father and Xiaoying, the two simultaneously lowered their heads, their movements so synchronized and harmonious. The father looked down at Xiaoying's jade-like back and snowy buttocks, watching his penis penetrate between her legs, so close to her alluring labia; his eyes were filled with excitement. Xiaoying lowered her head, waiting, her smooth hair falling down, covering her cheeks. She was waiting, waiting for her father's initiative, waiting for that long-awaited climax.

The father didn't keep Xiaoying waiting long and began to slowly thrust in and out. As the thrusting began, both of them couldn't help but moan, their moans conveying their intense pleasure. As time went on and their pleasure intensified, the father's movements became faster, the force and amplitude of his thrusts increasing. The familiar "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding returned, a sound they hadn't heard in a long time. With each thrust, Xiaoying swayed back and forth, her papaya-shaped breasts hanging precariously, as if about to burst through her bra. The father's healed hands caressed Xiaoying's snow-white buttocks, occasionally squeezing them tightly, eliciting soft moans from Xiaoying amidst her moans.

This time, the direct contact between her labia and the shaft brought them unprecedented pleasure, their moans and movements reaching unprecedented heights. The father carefully controlled the amplitude and direction of his thrusts, avoiding accidental penetration of Xiaoying's vagina. The father seemed unwilling to betray Xiaoying's trust, nor did he want to lose the opportunity to be intimate with her forever; he remained respectful and proper. He knew that if he impulsively took Xiaoying now, he might drive her away from him forever.

Xiaoying occasionally raised her head, gazing at the ceiling, her long, flowing hair swaying with her movements. Judging from her constant raising and lowering of her head, Xiaoying's long-suppressed desire was gradually being released and relieved. She involuntarily lowered her slender waist, making her snow-white buttocks appear more prominent. Seeing Xiaoying's tacit cooperation, the father thrust even more excitedly, his hips slamming against Xiaoying's buttocks, slowly turning her fair skin a rosy hue. The father's hands greedily caressed Xiaoying's snowy buttocks and waist. Seeing this, I felt the father was clumsy, because at that moment, I thought if he removed Xiaoying's bra and touched her breasts directly, Xiaoying wouldn't refuse; it's just that the father lacked the courage, obediently continuing that repetitive, primal action.

Perhaps due to long-suppressed desire, in less than five minutes, Xiaoying's body trembled violently, her vagina gushing out a large amount of fluid; she reached orgasm, her head thrown back, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Seeing Xiaoying reach orgasm, the father stopped thrusting, his hands continuing to caress Xiaoying's buttocks and waist, as if helping her calm down from her intense orgasm, like a father comforting his frightened child. After trembling for several seconds, Xiaoying finally passed her orgasm, leaving only the afterglow.

Having already ejaculated once, my father lasted much longer this time. Sensing that Xiaoying had calmed down, he resumed thrusting, first gently then violently. The two, having just calmed down, resumed their battle. Watching this on the video, I also ejaculated when Xiaoying reached her climax, less than five minutes later. My hands were covered in semen, and even my pants were stained. Taking advantage of the fact that my father and Xiaoying's battle was still going, I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe my hands and pants. Looking at my pants, which I couldn't get clean no matter how much I wiped, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

While I was wiping myself, the moans and sounds of their thrusting in my earpiece continued unabated. Perhaps they had both already climaxed, and their second round was taking a little longer. When I finished, four minutes had passed, but their battle on the bed was still going on.

Perhaps because I had already ejaculated, watching my father and Xiaoying's intimate encounter, the initial excitement was gone, replaced by a bitter feeling. The room was filled with the scent of spring. I stared numbly at it all. Suddenly, I remembered calling Xiaoying that night, around midnight. I checked the living room security camera and saw the phone Xiaoying hadn't taken, lying quietly on the sofa armrest. Based on my memory of that night, the call should have come around that time. Just as I was reminiscing, the neglected phone in the living room finally rang. It was the same ringtone I'd personally set for Xiaoying—"Husband, Husband, I Love You." The familiar ringtone echoed in the living room, sweet and melodious, but it couldn't reach my father's bedroom, much less Xiaoying's ears. The bedroom was filled with their moans, gasps, and the sounds of their bodies colliding. The ringtone, "Husband, Husband, I Love You," resounding throughout the living room, now sounded so ironic. For some reason, listening to that sweet ringtone in the video suddenly filled me with immense pain. Although I had accepted everything, it didn't mean I could truly face it all with equanimity.

The phone rang twice in the living room, but neither my father nor Xiaoying heard my calls. Finally, after two attempts, I gave up. The ringing stopped, and the living room fell silent, save for the faint sounds of their intense lovemaking from the bedroom. Twenty minutes later, with a loud moan from Xiaoying, my father and Xiaoying reached climax simultaneously, their genitals smeared with bodily fluids and semen. Both their bodies trembled violently, as if enduring the cold wind, their entire bodies shaking from head to toe, leaving only a blissful exhaustion.

Afterwards, the two went to the bathroom to shower, but Xiaoying went in alone because she didn't want her father to see her upper body naked. When she finished, she waited in the bathroom in her underwear, gently washing and drying her father's body like a tender wife. Her father happily enjoyed this rare moment of bliss and warmth.

Only after they returned to their bedroom did I dejectedly pull out my dongle, looking down at the semen stains on my pants from masturbation. My feelings were truly complicated. From Xiaoying's phone call this morning, I could sense that although she had decided to accept her father, she still felt guilty and uneasy when facing me. This feeling would linger when she was with me; it might fade over time, but it would never disappear completely.

After work, I slowly made my way home, exhausted. For some reason, I was afraid to face everything at home, afraid to face Xiaoying and her father. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It should be them who were afraid to face me, right? What was I worried about?

Back home, perhaps after so much time together, the two of them had gotten used to everything. The moment I stepped through the door, their eyes darted around nervously, but they quickly regained their composure. It was as if nothing had happened; clearly, after a day of calming down, they had completely accepted it all. My father and Xiaoying chatted and laughed, but when I laughed, I felt a little forced. Xiaoying and my father noticed my unusual behavior, but they assumed I was exhausted from not having rested for 24 hours straight. But how could I let them know the real reason…?

Chapter 56 Deep Thoughts

The following days continued as before. Xiaoying and I went to work every day, and Xiaoying, as always, left work two hours earlier than me. Before I got home, she would have dinner ready and waiting for me. Because my father's hands hadn't fully recovered, our son Haohao was still with my mother-in-law. We would bring him back after my father's hands were fully healed. During this time, my family of three made a special trip to my in-laws' house, mainly to see our son, Hao Hao. We hadn't seen him for a long time, and my father, Xiaoying, and I missed him terribly.

At my in-laws' house, we inevitably ate and drank a lot. Because my father's hands were still injured, I had to drink with him alone, and we ended up drinking quite a bit. After the meal, we stumbled home, drunk, and without caring about the time, we went to bed. Since I have a high alcohol tolerance, I was relatively clear-headed. On the way home, I saw a hint of anticipation in my father and Xiaoying's eyes. Thinking about it, a week had passed since their last intimate encounter; perhaps they were already impatient.

After arriving home, I lay in bed, half-asleep. Xiaoying kept bringing me towels to wipe my face, feeding me water, and gently helping me take off my clothes. She took such good care of me; she is always so gentle and virtuous, no matter when or where. I heard the television coming from the living room; my father must be watching TV there. Aside from me, Xiaoying and my father seemed very energetic, perhaps both of them were waiting for something.

Even though I was drunk, my mind was clear, and I had a premonition of what would happen tonight. After taking care of me, Xiaoying started tidying up the room, which hadn't been cleaned all day. Lying in bed pretending to be asleep, I struggled against my drowsiness, wanting to be fully aware of everything that was about to happen between my father and Xiaoying. The only sounds in the living room were Xiaoying tidying up and my father watching TV. Apart from their normal, necessary conversations, nothing unusual happened.

I don't know how long I held on, because although I was sober after drinking, I had no concept of time. I only know that I held on for a very long time. My last memory was of Xiaoying gently covering me with the blanket, covering me up the blanket I had accidentally kicked off…

Finally, I couldn't resist my sleepiness and fell asleep, though I was very unwilling. In my hazy sleep, I had the same dream as that night, only this time the scenes were clearer, and the intimate actions between the two in the dream were more intense than in the previous dream.

I opened my eyes to find it was already the next morning, and I was woken by that familiar alarm clock. Still groggy, my head was spinning, perhaps from drinking too much last night. As I got out of bed to put on my slippers, Xiaoying, who was preparing breakfast in the living room, seemed to hear me. She quickly opened the bedroom door and came in, helping me get out of bed and put on my slippers. Xiaoying, wearing an apron, busied herself with me. Standing beside her, I suddenly smelled shower gel. She must have showered last night, because her hair was dry, so it definitely wasn't washed this morning. Smelling Xiaoying's fragrance, I went to the bathroom to wash up, and then ate breakfast with my father and Xiaoying.

Perhaps thinking about everything that happened last night, I secretly observed Xiaoying and my father's expressions and eyes. I found that apart from a slight abnormality, their expressions were almost flawless, as if nothing had happened last night. Was that really the case?

After work that evening, while Xiaoying was asleep, I turned on the computer and started watching the videos from last night. About an hour after I fell asleep last night, at my father's initiative, Xiaoying and my father made love again in his bedroom. At first, they seemed a little nervous and cautious, afraid of waking me in the next room. But in the end, realizing I hadn't woken up, or perhaps unable to suppress their final desires, they began to frantically take each other's touch. I, however, was sound asleep in the next room, thanks to the alcohol, and didn't hear any of the sounds, although they were barely audible in my bedroom.

They performed the same contact and actions as before, nothing more than oral sex and leg sex, without any breakthroughs. This time, Xiaoying didn't let my father touch her breasts, not even through her bra. It seems that last time Xiaoying let my father touch her breasts was as an apology and a form of comfort; perhaps that was the only exception she made. Although my father was disappointed, he was overwhelmed by the lovemaking that followed and continued to frantically enjoy the other parts of Xiaoying's body. Finally, after they were both satisfied, Xiaoying and my father went to the bathroom to shower, washing away the marks of their lovemaking. After Xiaoying returned to the bedroom, she looked at me sleeping soundly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed worried that she had been so focused on enjoying herself that she had forgotten I was in the next room. With guilt in her eyes, she gave me a deep kiss, then lay down beside me and fell into a deep sleep. It seemed my judgment was correct. Although they had let go of each other, that guilt between them would never dissipate. How long would it last? A lifetime.

In the days that followed, everything slowly changed. As my father's injuries gradually healed, fewer and fewer people came to visit during the day, until almost none. So, taking advantage of the two hours Xiaoying arrived home before me, my father and Xiaoying would use this time to be intimate. Usually, they were very in sync; perhaps just a glance from the other meant they knew what the other wanted. However, they didn't do this every day, usually every two or three days. And they varied their methods. Sometimes it was just simple oral sex, sometimes 69, and most of the time it was passionate leg sex, letting their most intimate parts rub together at close range.

It's understandable, considering I rarely get drunk. Aside from those two hours during the day when I'm drunk at night, we hardly ever have time to be intimate. We both control ourselves well, neither crossing that final line. And as time goes on and the frequency of intimacy increases, our emotions and expressions become completely natural. Every day after get off work, I don't need to check the video to know if anything happened between them; I can tell just by smelling the scent of shower gel on my father and Xiaoying.

Every night after Xiaoying fell asleep, I would observe what happened between them while I was away. My main goal was to see if they would eventually cross the final line, but each day brought a mix of disappointment and relief. Perhaps having witnessed their multiple instances of leg-to-leg and oral sex, seeing this scene again no longer stirred much excitement within me; it seemed as if it were perfectly natural between them. Even on days when they weren't intimate, my father would take advantage of Xiaoying tidying her room or making dinner to touch her buttocks, stroke her hair, and so on. They would quietly and gently engage in ambiguous physical contact, expressing their ambiguous feelings to each other.

Life continued, and seeing my father and Xiaoying always stuck at the last step, I felt a growing anxiety. Ironically, it should have been my father who was anxious, even though he hadn't actually penetrated Xiaoying, always respectfully preserving that last forbidden zone. But judging from the videos of this period, my father had never ceased his curiosity about the depths of Xiaoying's body.

At this point, I knew that if I didn't take any steps to push things forward, the two of them would remain at this stalemate, perhaps never taking things any further. This was the time for me, the "matchmaker," to play a decisive role; I was the key to their first step. But what method should I use?

Should I tell Xiaoying and her father directly? Definitely not. I couldn't predict the consequences. What if Xiaoying and her father couldn't accept the truth? I couldn't bear that. What should I do? I've been racking my brains for days, but I have no clue what to do. I've carefully considered the consequences of each method, and finally, I decided to use the method I least wanted to use, the most abrupt and risky one. Although this method is risky, "fortune favors the bold," and it might succeed, it might fail. But after careful consideration, I still think the chances of success are the highest. I'll still use this method, just not knowing if it will ultimately succeed…

Chapter 57: The Choice

After making my decision, I started paying attention to advertisements, some online, some on the streets, and finally decided to buy online. Because I frequently shop online, I always felt that buying online was safer than buying from those small ads, although there were still risks. That evening, through an online friend's introduction, I found a seller and started communicating with him.

Yes, my final decision was to use aphrodisiacs, and specifically, strong aphrodisiacs. Actually, there's a lot of exaggeration and even false advertising about aphrodisiacs online and in novels. Real aphrodisiacs only bring a person's lust to its peak, even to the point of being unable to control their physical desires. But the claims in novels that aphrodisiacs cause amnesia, or even death if you don't have sex after taking them, are pure nonsense. Moreover, anyone with exceptionally strong willpower could completely suppress the urges brought on by aphrodisiacs.

I also considered other methods, such as having an affair with another woman, letting Xiaoying find out, and then causing her to retaliate by having a relationship with her father. However, after much consideration, I abandoned this idea. First, I'm busy with work every day and have no opportunity or means to have an affair; second, if I really did have an affair, would Xiaoying be devastated and do something impulsive? If Xiaoying were to do something rash, I'd be in danger of losing my family. Furthermore, based on my understanding of Xiaoying, if I were to cheat on her, not only would I not achieve my original goal, but I might also lose her. Therefore, I chose the only option available at the moment.

After communicating with the secretive seller, I agreed on a price. However, due to the strict control over this drug, the limited supply channels, and its popularity online, he only had enough for one person left. If I needed more, I would have to wait another two weeks. My plan was to drug both my father and Xiaoying simultaneously, as this would increase the success rate and make subsequent handling easier. But now the seller only had one dose left, and I was impatient. I didn't want to wait another two weeks, and besides, I hadn't tested the drug yet, so I bought the seller's last dose.

The seller shipped quickly; I received the tightly packaged package on the afternoon of the third day. I secretly opened it at work. Inside was a small packet of white powder and a crudely printed instruction manual on an A4 paper machine. This aphrodisiac was colorless and odorless, suitable for mixing with water or alcohol. This aphrodisiac is formulated with mostly natural ingredients. I only bought it after the seller repeatedly assured me there would be no side effects. I don't intend for my father and Xiaoying to use it long-term; it's likely just a one-time use.

After buying the drug, the problem became how to administer it to them. There was only one dose, so who should I give it to? Xiaoying or my father? First, considering the conditions for administration, both of them fit the criteria. Xiaoying drinks a glass of milk every night before bed. Because she's very conscious of her figure, she rarely eats dinner, relying on warm milk to replenish her energy. She always lets the warm milk cool on her computer desk in the bedroom before drinking it, so I can put the aphrodisiac in her milk. My father is currently taking medication, specifically those liniment capsules. I can secretly switch the powder into his capsules, though that would be a bit more troublesome.

So, who should I give it to? Xiaoying has been resolute in preventing her father from crossing that final barrier, guarding her last forbidden zone. Therefore, the aphrodisiac might not be effective for her; if it fails, all our efforts will be in vain. My father is a simple man, inexperienced in the ways of the world. He finds Xiaoying's beauty quite appealing, and based on their past interactions, he's sexually impulsive. If it weren't for Xiaoying's ultimate intervention and protection, he would have had the urge to penetrate her at least twice. Furthermore, during leg-play, he holds the initiative, with Xiaoying always facing away from him, passively receiving his thrusts.

After careful consideration, I decided to give my father this only aphrodisiac. He has poor self-control, and after taking it, he might lose control and penetrate Xiaoying. However, the aftermath would be troublesome; would the situation become uncontrollable? I'm prepared to confront Xiaoying if anything goes wrong. I'll take it one step at a time; success or failure hinges on this.

My father takes five pills of his traditional Chinese medicine for bruises and sprains once a day, always in the evening. The aphrodisiac powder I have, roughly estimated, would require at least three capsules to hold. Therefore, I needed to put the aphrodisiac powder into my father's capsules all at once, ensuring he took it all at once; if the three capsules were taken separately, the efficacy would be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, I took the opportunity to check my father's remaining dosage. The remaining capsules in the bottle would only last for three days at most. I waited patiently. Finally, on the second day, after my father finished his medication, only the last dose of capsules remained in the bottle. After waiting until my father and Xiaoying were fast asleep, I took the aphrodisiac powder and my father's capsules and secretly went to the computer desk in the bedroom to switch them. During this process, I secretly kept an eye on the sleeping Xiaoying, afraid she would wake up and discover everything.

The capsules were very small, so I had to wear rubber gloves and carefully handle them with an ear pick and tweezers. Finally, after half an hour, with a mixture of nervousness and caution, I successfully transferred all the aphrodisiac pills into my father's capsules, filling three and a half capsules. Looking at the capsules in my hand, I felt a mix of tension and anticipation; all my hopes rested on them. The capsules felt quite heavy in my hand.

My father would take them tomorrow night, before going to bed, completely missing the two hours before I returned home. Therefore, the breakthrough would have to happen in the evening. So, I needed to create an opportunity when I wasn't home. If I were home, would my father dare to take advantage of the drug's effects to penetrate Xiaoying? I eagerly awaited the arrival of the next night.

The next day, I was in a daze at work, feeling both afraid and expectant of what might happen that night. In the afternoon, I thought I should call Xiaoying and my father to tell them I was going on a short business trip to a nearby city and wouldn't be home that night. But when I picked up the phone, I hesitated. I had planned this for so long, eagerly anticipating this day, but now that it was actually here, I was filled with hesitation. Should I do it or not? If I did, there would be no turning back; Xiaoying's body would no longer be my only possession, and she would lose her virginity. If I didn't, I could still back out. Holding the phone, I was deeply conflicted.

I considered it for over half an hour, thinking about my family, my father and Xiaoying, and even myself, ultimately succumbing to the thrill I was seeking. I made that unusual call. My voice and hands trembled as I told Xiaoying and my father. They seemed a little confused, and I could only explain that I was feeling too tired from the business trip. Hearing their comforting words on the phone, my heart hesitated again.

After hanging up, my palms were sweaty. I comforted myself, telling myself not to regret it; the call had already been made, and it was the final decision. Before tonight's events, I should have considered the unforeseen consequences. What if Xiaoying couldn't think straight afterward? Would she be hurt by my father's rudeness?

Lost in my work, it slowly reached 6 PM. My colleagues had all gone home, leaving only me and the night watchman downstairs. This time of day should have been when I was home, having dinner with Xiaoying and my father. Instead, I was alone in my office, sitting in my computer chair, staring blankly at the lit screen. It was dinnertime, but I didn't feel hungry at all. Perhaps at that moment, besides worrying about the situation at home, nothing else mattered to me.

As I reminisced and pondered, time flew by. I glanced at the computer screen; it was already 8 PM. Soon it would be time for dinner. Afraid of missing this crucial "live broadcast," I inserted the dongle with trembling hands, my emotions far more complex than ever before. Because my hands were shaking so badly, it took me ages to get the dongle into the computer's port. After inserting the dongle, I opened the monitoring software on my computer, and the live feed of my home was displayed before my eyes…

Chapter 58 Poison

Watching the video with excitement, the house seemed peaceful. My father and Xiaoying were eating dinner, chatting and laughing. The TV was playing "Bright Sword," a drama my father had watched countless times. What was usually an ordinary drama felt extraordinary in the atmosphere today, because tonight was the moment my father would "draw his sword" against Xiaoying. Everything in the house seemed so ordinary and tranquil, but perhaps this was the calm before the storm.

Of course, these thoughts and feelings belonged only to me. My father and Xiaoying, completely unaware of what was happening, were still enjoying their dinner.

Xiaoying and my father occasionally exchanged glances, subtly expressing their desires for the evening, as they hadn't enjoyed this rare "private time" in a long time. In the past, during the two hours before I came home, excluding preparation time, they only had about an hour for intimacy. Tonight's "private time" was precious to them. Seeing the subtle joy in their eyes, I felt an unprecedented unease, a feeling I couldn't quite describe.

Time passed slowly, my mind a jumble, my entire focus fixed on the computer screen. I waited, both fearful and expectant. After dinner, Xiaoying tidied the room. Her father sat on the sofa watching TV, but he was clearly distracted. He occasionally glanced at Xiaoying, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes; perhaps he was impatient. Xiaoying tidied the room, also occasionally looking at her father. Their eyes met occasionally but didn't look away, a tacit understanding between them.

Seeing the anxiety in her father's eyes, a smile and pride flashed in Xiaoying's eyes; perhaps she was very confident in her charm. My gaze casually swept over the dining table in the living room. On it sat her father's medicine bottle, containing the potent aphrodisiac I had painstakingly prepared the night before. It sat there quietly, awaiting its purpose.

Before long, it was 9 PM, usually the time when the father and Xiaoying would go to bed. After getting to know each other better, they were both quite relaxed. Xiaoying quietly began making the bed in her father's bedroom. Seeing her enter and tidy the bed, the father excitedly turned off the TV and quickly followed her in, standing behind her. Xiaoying already knew her father was in the bedroom, watching his alluring body from behind, but she felt no shyness and continued making the bed.

The father, standing behind Xiaoying, watched her making the bed, his eyes filled with growing infatuation and desire. He never tired of looking at Xiaoying's body, even after seeing it countless times. Because Xiaoying was bent over making the bed, the father could clearly see her full, rounded buttocks. The buttocks, hidden by her nightgown, revealed their full, rounded contours. The father swallowed hard, seemingly impatient.

Finally, the father couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and began to caress Xiaoying's plump buttocks through her nightgown, kneading them vigorously. Caught off guard, Xiaoying seemed prepared and showed no surprise or oddity. As her father caressed her, Xiaoying's face slowly flushed red. She turned her head and looked at him shyly. Seeing Xiaoying suddenly turn to look at him, the father tensed up and stopped his caresses, remaining frozen in that position.

Xiaoying looked at her father's hands on her buttocks and saw his stunned, tense expression. She chuckled, then pouted playfully at him before turning back to make the bed. The father was bewildered by Xiaoying's playful and adorable actions, for in all the time he had known her, this was the first time he had seen her show such a girlish side. Suddenly delighted, he continued caressing her, even more vigorously than before; Xiaoying's buttocks were always a source of endless pleasure for him. Slowly, Father lifted Xiaoying's skirt, revealing her long, slender, white legs.

Seeing this, my heart suddenly tightened. Was this about to begin? I glanced at the medicine bottle on the table. Was Father not taking his medicine? If not, tonight's plan might fail. Seeing this, I felt both anxious and relieved. This conflicting feeling made my face tense. I rubbed my face vigorously to try and clear my head and continued watching.

Father lifted Xiaoying's nightgown to her waist, revealing her pink lace panties. This was the first time Father had taken the initiative to undress Xiaoying; usually, she would undress herself while Father lay on the bed waiting. After lifting the nightgown to her waist, Father hooked his hands around Xiaoying's panties and slowly pulled them down. Throughout this process, Xiaoying didn't resist; even when Father pulled the panties down to her feet, Xiaoying lifted her legs to cooperate.

By this time, Xiaoying had already made the bed. After her father took off her underwear, Xiaoying turned around to look at him. With his back to Xiaoying, her father was more at ease, but when they were face-to-face, he became a little nervous. Xiaoying looked at her father with a seductive gaze, the emotions in her eyes inscrutable. Her father took a few deep breaths, as if to bolster his courage.

A few seconds later, Father placed his hands on Xiaoying's shoulders, avoiding eye contact with her throughout. His intention was clear: he wanted to remove Xiaoying's nightgown from top to bottom. His movements were gentle, and Xiaoying watched him undress her, like a queen being served. At

that moment, I felt a complex mix of anxiety and unease, because Father hadn't taken his medication yet. What should I do?

Just then, Father grabbed the shoulder straps of Xiaoying's nightgown, about to pull it down, when Xiaoying suddenly stopped him. Father seemed bewildered by her sudden action; perhaps he thought she had rejected his advances that evening. A deep disappointment and pain flashed in his eyes, as if Xiaoying had once again hurt his heart, a heart far beyond his years.

Seeing her father's expression, Xiaoying's face showed pity mixed with a hint of amusement; perhaps she didn't want him to misunderstand and be hurt.

"You haven't taken your medicine tonight. Go take it. I have to remind you to take your medicine every day. After you take your medicine, then think about these naughty things," Xiaoying said gently to her father. Yes, since Xiaoying had been taking care of her injured father, she had to remind him to take his medicine every day. After all, her father was getting old, and his memory wasn't very good anymore, so he needed the young Xiaoying to take care of him.

Hearing Xiaoying's words, her father's previously downcast and disappointed expression immediately disappeared. He nodded excitedly and went to the living room to get his medicine. My gaze followed her father to the living room. Hearing Xiaoying remind her father to take his medicine, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for Xiaoying's reminder, otherwise, wouldn't I have had to spend the whole night in the office? But at that moment, I was experiencing both pain and joy. Little did Xiaoying know that this seemingly ordinary reminder to take his medicine might cause her to lose something most precious, leading to an irreversible and irreversible fate.

Her father went to the living room, picked up the medicine bottle, took the boiled water that Xiaoying had prepared for him, and swallowed the medicine. Father didn't notice anything unusual. Perhaps he was too eager to be intimate with Xiaoying, so he took the pill quickly. Watching him swallow the pill, I wondered if I, too, had swallowed the bitter fruit of my own actions.

I slumped dejectedly into my computer chair, my heart a jumble of emotions, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors all at once. I knew that the moment Father took the pill, things were truly beyond repair, because he had taken the most deadly "poison" aimed at the three of us…

Chapter 59 Out of Control

After taking the pill, Father simply wiped his mouth, turned off the living room light, and impatiently returned to the bedroom. Seeing Father's anxious appearance, Xiaoying couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly. When Father returned to the bedroom, he found Xiaoying had already taken off her nightgown and was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a bra. Father stared at Xiaoying with a dazed look, because Xiaoying usually took the initiative in foreplay, so this time Father obediently waited.

Xiaoying gently pushed her father onto the bed, then slowly helped him remove his pajamas and underwear. His already erect penis stood proudly. They began their usual foreplay, performing oral sex in a 69 position. The familiar music filled the bedroom once more, the atmosphere growing increasingly intimate.

Ten minutes passed, and the potent aphrodisiac began to take effect; her father's face flushed slightly. With the foreplay nearly complete, Xiaoying and her father worked together to smear their own fluids on Xiaoying's inner thighs. Xiaoying slowly moved forward, and her father knelt behind her, slowly inserting his thick, 22-inch penis between her legs, beginning a slow, leg-to-leg sexual act. Because the aphrodisiac had

just taken effect, he could still control his thrusting, but as the drug intensified, his thrusts became faster and more violent. Xiaoying was jolted back and forth by her father's thrusts, her hair whipping around. The sounds of slapping, groans, and impacts—"Ahhh," "Mmm," and "Mmm"—were incessant.

The instructions the seller gave me stated that the aphrodisiac would begin to take effect in 10 minutes, reach its peak libido in 20 minutes, and reach its maximum effect after 30 minutes, making libido uncontrollable unless one had extremely strong willpower.

Counting the time, 20 minutes had passed. My father's face grew increasingly red, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I knew his libido had reached its usual peak, but he was still able to control it. Perhaps because of the aphrodisiac, simple leg-fucking was no longer enough. Pain was evident on my father's face, and his thrusting with Xiaoying gradually slowed. Finally, my father stopped thrusting, tightly clamping his penis between Xiaoying's legs, slowly suppressing the increasingly intense desire within him.

Xiaoying was nearing her climax when her father suddenly stopped. Xiaoying slowly raised her head, her buttocks raised, and looked back at her father with a puzzled expression. Perhaps his unusual behavior today made her feel strange. At this moment, Xiaoying's face was slightly flushed with desire, though not as noticeably as her father's.

Seeing Xiaoying looking back at him, her father's increasingly confused thoughts cleared slightly, and he felt his lust growing stronger. However, he didn't continue thrusting as Xiaoying wished; he needed some stimulation and comfort for himself. He slowly withdrew his penis, which Xiaoying had been tightly gripping. His penis, now dark and shiny from the lubrication, was covered in her fluids. Perhaps due to the aphrodisiac, his penis was harder than before; it didn't droop but remained erect at a right angle between his legs.

The father, his penis erect, knelt behind Xiaoying's buttocks. Under Xiaoying's questioning gaze, he slowly lowered his head and began kissing and sucking on the "cheeks" formed by her buttocks. Initially confused, Xiaoying, stimulated by her father's intense kisses and sucking, abruptly turned her head back, slightly tilting it upwards, and let out a soft, enchanting moan, "Ah..." After the moan, Xiaoying began to concentrate on enjoying the stimulation her father was providing. The father's initial gentleness slowly turned into frenzy. He frantically kissed and sucked on Xiaoying's snow-white buttocks, anus, and vulva. Xiaoying had always loved this way of being served by her father, because it provided her with comprehensive physical sensations and stimulation without penetration.

The father continued kissing and sucking, and time slowly passed. The drug's effects were reaching their peak, gradually destroying the father's last shred of sanity. The father's face grew increasingly flushed, sweat beading on his skin. His penis, engorged with blood, clenched tightly around the skin, the glans turning a purplish-red. His already 22-centimeter penis seemed to have grown even thicker.

His kisses and sucking became increasingly frenzied. Stimulated by this frenzy, Xiaoying occasionally let out soft moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, from his fierce bites. Undeterred by the stimulation, she didn't stop him, continuing to enjoy what he was giving her, experiencing both pain and pleasure.

As 30 minutes passed, the father's face contorted, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes seemed to fill with tears. In the dim light streaming in from the window, they resembled the eyes of a wolf, glowing with an eerie green light in the darkness.

The father raised his head again, maintaining his kneeling position as if trying to calm his desires, as if he too felt his body slowly losing control. Xiaoying, kneeling and prone, waited silently, waiting for her father to insert his penis between her legs for intercourse.

My father's body began to tremble violently, his loose, aged skin and erect penis shaking along with it. Sitting in front of the computer watching, I, too, felt my body tense to the extreme as my father trembled. I noticed my forehead and palms were covered in sweat; if there had been a mirror, I believe my face would have been flushed.

Slowly, the father's once kind face began to transform, turning into numbness and ferocity. He lowered his head and slowly parted Xiaoying's lower buttocks. Because of the particularly intimate contact between the father and Xiaoying during their recent leg-to-leg intercourse, with his penis and labia almost touching, this action did not surprise Xiaoying at all; she waited quietly.

The father's hands parted Xiaoying's lower buttocks, revealing her beautiful legs and alluring vulva slightly open. A few drops of lustful fluid were seeping from the sparse pubic hair, as if preparing for what was about to enter her body. The father's penis, now unsupported, moved up and down uncontrollably with the surge of his lust.

He slowly brought the glans close to Xiaoying's legs. Because his aim was unclear, I didn't know whether he intended to insert it into Xiaoying's vagina or between her legs. My father's egg-sized glans drew closer and closer to Xiaoying's buttocks. My heart pounded, my breathing quickened, and my attention was completely absorbed by the video. I was so engrossed that I wouldn't even notice if someone knocked on the door.

My father's glans was just a step away from Xiaoying's buttocks. He was hesitating and struggling intensely. His penis throbbed slightly under his control, its gaze shifting between Xiaoying's vaginal opening and between her legs. The aphrodisiac he had taken was now at its peak. My father had never stopped yearning for and being curious about Xiaoying's vagina, but his previous timidity and Xiaoying's steadfastness had kept this desire hidden. Under the stimulation of the aphrodisiac, this yearning and curiosity reached an all-time high.

My father's face began to contort and twist. He took a deep breath, looked down at his penis between Xiaoying's buttocks, and his previously lowered penis began to slowly rise, his waist working. After adjusting everything, the father thrust his hips forward with force, and with a "plop," his egg-sized glans suddenly touched Xiaoying's labia, breaking free of their restraints and squeezing into her vaginal opening. Xiaoying's vaginal opening was stretched to its maximum by the egg-sized glans, forming a circle the same size as his penis. After

the glans entered, Xiaoying's vaginal opening, which had been stretched to its maximum, began to contract, tightly gripping the shaft behind the glans. The egg-sized glans was now tightly enveloped by Xiaoying's alluring vagina. Due to the father's forceful thrust, this series of visual impacts and actions were completed almost instantly. Xiaoying's vaginal opening tightly enveloped her father's penis; because his penis was so large, this violent thrust only penetrated about a third of his vagina.

"Uh… ah…," Xiaoying, who had been silently waiting, was stimulated by her father's violent thrust and let out a moan unlike any she had ever heard before, a moan tinged with a hint of surprise. At that moment, her head jerked up, her face filled with astonishment and disbelief, as if her father had suddenly attacked her vagina. She couldn't believe it was real and remained kneeling, quietly waiting...

Chapter 060 The Chase

Xiaoying's mind went blank the moment her father thrust into her. I think her mind must have been blank at that moment because she absolutely couldn't believe that her honest and kind father would actually penetrate her vagina and completely possess her. After her father inserted a third of his penis, Xiaoying's tight and warm vagina gave him unprecedented satisfaction and stimulation. "Oh..." her father closed his eyes and let out a groan of extreme pleasure. After inserting his penis into Xiaoying's vaginal opening, he only paused briefly to feel it.

After groaning, her father thrust his hips again, "Plop..." his thick, long penis pushed into Xiaoying's vagina again. Because of the length and tightness of her vagina, this second thrust pushed his penis in another third. At this moment, her father's penis was already two-thirds of the way into Xiaoying's vagina, with only one-third of its length remaining.

"Ah..." Feeling her father's second thrust, Xiaoying, whose mind had been blank, finally came to her senses. She finally understood that her father had deeply penetrated her. Her pure body, the body that originally belonged only to me, had been defiled by a second man; she was no longer my only one. Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't help but shed tears. The tears streamed down my cheeks and into my mouth, tasting salty and bitter.

"Dad, what are you doing? Pull it out!" Now awake, Xiaoying began to struggle violently. She crawled forward fiercely, seemingly trying to pull her father's penis out of her body. At this moment, her father had lost his mind. All he had left was the desire to completely possess Xiaoying. He used his hands, which were almost fully healed, to tightly grip Xiaoying's waist, preventing her from crawling forward.

But in desperate situations, people often unleash strength far beyond what they normally possess, after all, human potential is limitless. The originally weak Xiaoying, driven by this desperate situation, suddenly became very strong. Her father, who came from a rural background of manual labor, was now somewhat unable to control Xiaoying. Driven by her own instincts, Xiaoying crawled forward with all her might. Her father, meanwhile, pulled her back forcefully, his penis, already two-thirds inserted into her vagina, remaining firmly inside. It

was like a tug-of-war between them, a contest of strength and endurance. Due to his advanced age, the father's stamina was waning, and Xiaoying's body began to slowly move forward under his pull, her penis showing signs of withdrawing. But experience prevailed.

Seeing that he couldn't outlast Xiaoying, the father changed tactics. He continued pulling while simultaneously shifting his legs to follow her movements, the two of them "chasing" on the small double bed. Xiaoying would lean forward slightly, and the father would follow suit. His penis maintained its depth within Xiaoying's vagina, and she remained firmly under his control.

Xiaoying screamed and struggled fiercely, while her father continued his frantic pursuit, the two continuing their "chase." Finally, Xiaoying struggled to climb to the foot of the bed, where a load-bearing wall stood. She had nowhere to escape. Sensing that Xiaoying was now trapped with no way out, a glint of excitement flashed in her father's eyes. He puffed out his cheeks and thrust his hips forward with a final, powerful stroke. "Plop..." The last third of his penis was finally fully inserted into Xiaoying's

vagina. At the moment of complete penetration, a sound like a fart escaped from Xiaoying's vagina. The last bit of air inside her was forcefully expelled by her father's penis, creating that sound at the vaginal opening. This confirmed that her father's thick penis had filled her entire vagina, leaving no gaps.

Xiaoying, now fully penetrated, jerked her upper body upwards, bracing herself tightly against the wall at the foot of the bed, assuming the same position as her father. Only her buttocks, controlled by her father's hands, remained raised.

"Ah..." Xiaoying let out a cry of extreme pain, yet the sound also carried a hint of satisfaction. Tears streamed down her face as she tossed her hair high, her long strands even brushing against her father's face behind her. Her father had Xiaoying firmly under his control. His arms and hands, scratched in several places by Xiaoying's fierce struggle, bore the marks of a woman's claws. But this pain seemed unable to rouse him, or perhaps it was negligible to him at this moment. He raised his head, his face filled with an intense, blissful ecstasy. Xiaoying's tight, warm vagina was giving him unprecedented stimulation and satisfaction; he was savoring the sensations it brought him.

"No...no!" Xiaoying braced herself against the wall with one hand, pushing her father away from behind with the other. The struggle and "chase" had exhausted all her strength. If it weren't for her father's control and the pressure on her hand against the wall, I believe Xiaoying would have collapsed onto the bed.

Xiaoying had lost her virginity, completely lost to her father. I believe my pain at this moment is no less than Xiaoying's. Time cannot be reversed, and everything can never be the same again. Even if I deeply regret it now, it's all irreversible. Wasn't it all my fault? I adjusted my mindset slightly, preparing to bear all the consequences.

After briefly experiencing the stimulation from Xiaoying's vagina, her father began to thrust wildly, his movements the same as before, only this time the location was no longer Xiaoying's legs, but the vagina he had longed for. Her father's thrusting was frenzied; his gaze was fixed on Xiaoying's vaginal opening, his thick, long penis, tightly coiled like an earthworm, violently thrusting inside.

The father's thrusts were faster and more intense than ever before. Xiaoying, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, swayed back and forth with each thrust. Perhaps one hand was no longer enough to support her limp body; the other hand, which had been pushing her father away, was now thrust forward and braced against the wall.

Xiaoying seemed to have given up. Her hands were pressed against the wall, her eyes tightly closed, her lower lip bitten hard, but the tears streaming from her closed eyes betrayed her true feelings. The father's testicles swayed violently back and forth with each thrust, constantly slamming against Xiaoying's urethra. With each thrust, Xiaoying's vagina released a constant flow of vaginal fluid, which slowly turned into white foam under the friction of her father's penis.

This foam, flowing into Xiaoying's urethra, was repeatedly splashed by the father's testicles, spraying onto her inner thighs and covering his entire testicles. Seeing the love juice and white foam constantly flowing from Xiaoying's vagina, I knew her body was betraying her. After a period of intense struggle, she calmed down and felt the intense pleasure and stimulation brought by her father's thick, long penis. His penis had filled her long-itching vagina.

The thick, dark pubic hair between his legs constantly brushed against Xiaoying's anus, like a brush constantly stimulating her most sensitive area besides her vaginal opening.

"Oh oh oh..." her father began to groan uncontrollably. With the help of the aphrodisiac and the stimulation from Xiaoying's vagina, he felt an unprecedented pleasure and stimulation. He thrust in and out, groaning, his hideous, thick, long penis constantly moving inside Xiaoying's vagina, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

Xiaoying bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound, her hands pressed tightly against the wall, passively enduring her father's thrusts from behind. The father, currently enjoying Xiaoying's body, perhaps because he hadn't heard her moans, flashed a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Xiaoying's silence seemed like a huge irony. After a few thrusts, the father abruptly pulled his penis out, leaving only the glans inside Xiaoying's vagina, stretching the vaginal opening into a perfect circle.

As he pulled his penis to the entrance of Xiaoying's vagina, the father thrust forward with a powerful force, and his thick, long penis, already exceeding 22 centimeters in length under the stimulation of the aphrodisiac, instantly penetrated deep into Xiaoying's vagina. The white foam that had been pulled out was instantly stopped by Xiaoying's vaginal opening. During the father's final close impact, it was instantly splattered by his large, dark testicles. "Plop..." The unpleasant yet intoxicating sound came from Xiaoying's vagina again.

"Ah..." Xiaoying, who was biting her lower lip and trying to suppress her pain, had her defenses broken by her father's fierce blow. She released her lower lip and let out a loud groan, which echoed in the quiet night...

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