Rekindling a past romance with his daughter and wife

A knock sounded at the door. I walked over and looked outside, then instinctively wanted to run away. Just then, a mature woman's voice came from outside, "I've already found you here, is there any need to hide?" I gave a wry smile and opened the door. A middle-aged woman walked in. At just thirty-nine years old, she was at the peak of her physical maturity and voluptuousness: thanks to proper care, her fair and smooth skin was irresistible to the touch, accompanied by her swaying E-cup breasts, and her long, white legs beneath her round, pert buttocks. One couldn't help but fantasize about being held between those beautiful legs and enjoying the pleasure of thrusting into a plump, married woman. The woman sat directly on the sofa, not speaking, but exuding an undeniable queenly aura.

I closed the door and followed her in.

"Where's Jingjing? Don't tell me she's not here. She should be six or seven months pregnant now, she wouldn't be wandering around, would she?" the queen asked before I even got the tea.

She was wearing a black lace mini-dress, her large pregnant belly and enormous, proud breasts forming three mountains. The girl in flesh-colored lace stockings could only smile bitterly as she left the bedroom. Jingjing and I sat before the woman, awaiting judgment.

"What were you thinking? Hiding from me for the rest of your lives?"

"Mom, we were sorry for being together, but we didn't intend to hide from you forever. We originally planned to apologize to you after the baby was born," Jingjing stammered.

"Then I should thank you. Husband and daughter having an affair, getting pregnant, and eloping—and you still have the nerve to say that?" Yes, you heard me right. This woman is my wife, Liang Ling, and the girl, Jingjing, is my daughter. Of course, they now have different identities: my wife is now my mother-in-law, and my daughter is now the mother of my unborn child.

"Look at yourself! Do you look like a pregnant woman? What are you wearing?" My wife was furious when she saw my daughter's deep cleavage as she bent down to pour her tea. My daughter quickly covered her chest with her hands, trying to hide her swaying breasts and rosy nipples. My daughter rarely went out except for prenatal checkups, so she wasn't even wearing a bra, and my wife caught her red-handed in this surprise attack. Fortunately, she was wearing a thong, which somewhat concealed her pubic hair.

"Well, she hasn't been going out much lately, so she's dressed a bit casually," I said helplessly, trying to smooth things over.

"How dare you say that? Running away with your daughter to have a baby, what were you thinking? If you were a stepfather, I wouldn't say anything, but you're Jingjing's biological father! What were you thinking, letting her dress like this? You're incredibly promiscuous. What, what's going on here?" My wife was furiously yelling at me when she suddenly noticed something while pointing at our daughter.

I turned my head and saw streams of white semen flowing from the edge of our daughter's black thong. I was terrified. It had been almost half a year since my wife discovered my affair with Jingjing, and she had become immune to it, but seeing it with her own eyes was still different. Our daughter's vagina was very tight. When they first started having an affair, she could keep it tightly closed after sex and then pull out in the bathroom, but after she got pregnant, she couldn't anymore and it would leak out immediately.

"Are you even human? Your daughter is pregnant and you're letting her play like this with you!" My wife grabbed a teacup, ready to hit me.

"It's not Dad's fault, it's me. I really wanted it after I got pregnant, and now I'm over seven months along, so I couldn't resist seducing Dad." Jingjing quickly stood up to stop him. My wife, afraid of hurting our pregnant daughter, could only glare at me angrily and put down her teacup.

"Tell me, how did you two start, and what are your plans for the future?" I looked at my daughter and said, "Here's what happened."

My daughter has developed very well since entering puberty, mostly thanks to her mother's good genes, and partly due to my training. I used to be a sports student, and I studied Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). Later, I met Liang Ling while working as a bodyguard, and after we got married, I became a teacher. Compared to my strong-willed wife, I spend a lot of time at home, so my relationship with my daughter is very good.

Because my former teammates killed someone, I have a very gentle temper, so my daughter dares to act cute with me. In my free time, I take my daughter swimming and to the gym; I do weight training, and she does yoga. After we got together, she kept saying that I had planned it all along, and that I did yoga to make her clench her muscles tighter.

Getting back to the main point, my daughter was developing well, and being in her rebellious phase, she remained very close to me, but her relationship with her mother wasn't good. She also secretly had a boyfriend; she was only nineteen then, a junior in high school. Then an accident happened. The boy wasn't a good student; he developed feelings for his beautiful, sexy, but unattainable girlfriend and took my daughter to a karaoke bar. An accidental fire preserved her virginity, but she lost her sight.

My blind daughter was very emotional, uncooperative with treatment, throwing things and threatening suicide. Out of desperation, I pretended to be her boyfriend to comfort her. Actually, the guy had already run away after hearing that my daughter was blind and that he was going to cause trouble for our family. Over time, I blurred the lines between being a father and a boyfriend. On her nineteenth birthday, Liang Ling happened to be away on a business trip, so I cooked, bought a cake, and celebrated alone with my daughter. I pretended to be her boyfriend; we chatted happily and even opened a bottle of red wine. When I carried my slightly tipsy daughter to bed, she said, "Want me?" I was shocked and considered whether to tell her the truth.

My daughter said, "Take me, Dad. It's been over four months. I've known for a long time. Your face is always in my mind, your scent, your care, your words—these are all things I'm used to and rely on. If you weren't my father, I would have had a passionate love affair with you long ago… I know in my heart that I love this man, I love everything about him… Perhaps, from the very beginning, there was no turning back for either of us… But I know it's hard to cross this ethical barrier, and I don't want to ruin your marriage with Mom. But today, I learned from the doctor that the birthday gift you're going to give me is your cornea. I've decided to let go of all this. Love me, Dad. You are the man I want most in my life." The girl's fragrance stimulated my senses, and in a moment of impulse, I pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Jingjing…" Her voice was filled with suppressed desire, as if she were calling out to her lover. Knowing I shouldn't, I still unconsciously reached out and hugged my daughter's back. I don't consider myself a womanizer, but the person in my arms was just too perfect… My daughter raised her delicate red lips and kissed me, placing one slender hand on my bulging lower body, while her other hand guided my hand to her firm, fleshy buttocks.

Loving her, what's wrong with that… Sensing my daughter's initiative, these words welled up in my mind, and my silence encouraged her. She took advantage, slipping her hand into my underwear, the unparalleled pleasure emanating from the head of my penis… My lower body was burning with unbearable heat from my daughter's little hand, and without hesitation, I pulled her down onto the soft bed. My daughter's surprised cry was interrupted by my kiss, a gentle, watery kiss that once again made her lose herself in desire. I caressed my daughter's smooth, tender upper body, savoring a feast as I lay on top of her, entwining with her. My hands, burning with desire, lifted the short skirt I had bought for her, unfastened her bra, and released the large breasts I had longed for… My daughter, experiencing this for the first time, shyly closed her legs, regretting wearing such a short skirt. Although her sexy legs clung tightly to her father's strong back, they couldn't be easily untied by her honest father.

"I should have worn a long skirt instead of underwear," my daughter muttered.

"You little slut," I said, amused and annoyed. I placed my daughter's beautiful legs under my shoulders. The wetness of her private parts made me want to tear her underwear several times, but my concern for my beloved daughter beneath me kept me in check. Hot kisses slid over my daughter's alluring cleavage, her full breasts, and her petite waist. The unique softness of her body filled me with satisfaction. My hands touched the edge of her underwear and gently pulled it off. He ran his hand along the inside of his daughter's thigh, all the way to her overflowing vaginal opening, and carefully teased her clitoris, enjoying the sensation of her reflexive twitching.

Seeing that the time was ripe, I aimed my penis at my daughter's wet vagina and thrust it in... The moment the head of my penis touched her vaginal opening, I felt as if the whole world had ceased to exist, leaving only the tingling pleasure emanating from my glans... The intrusion of my hot, foreign object into her private parts made my daughter instinctively want to pull away, but she clung tightly to my waist with her willpower, as if afraid I would doubt her willingness. My daughter's vagina was already sufficiently lubricated, but the tight seal of her virginity still made it difficult for me to proceed. I continued to push in cautiously, not daring to go too far, afraid of hurting the lovely girl beneath me. The folds of my daughter's vagina were stretched open inch by inch by my penis, and the pleasure brought by the friction of exploring the path of my own daughter's life made me want to shout that I was the king of the world.

The tender flesh of my daughter's vaginal walls completely enveloped my penis, slowly undulating as if alive. The tingling pleasure brought me immense happiness. Inside the room, the girl's legs were spread wide as the man thrust rapidly into her, the sounds of their union making "splashing" sounds filling the air with the scent of their lovemaking... Just then, my phone rang, making my daughter tremble with tension. Her vagina instantly tightened, almost causing me to ejaculate prematurely... When I saw it was my wife's number, I instantly realized that I wasn't my daughter's boyfriend, but her father. This awakening of identity brought me a sense of forbidden guilt and excitement. I hesitated whether to answer my wife's call, but my daughter, annoyed by my pause, began nibbling at my nipple. My thoughts were a jumble, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything else. I grabbed the phone and whispered, "Hello." "Honey, have you eaten? Today is Jingjing's birthday. I called to wish her a happy birthday and asked her to come over." "You... wait... um..."

"Jingjing, your mother wants to wish you a happy birthday." I managed to finish the sentence with difficulty. My daughter, upon hearing it was her mother, was startled, and her body involuntarily tightened again. I almost ejaculated... My wife would never imagine that her beautiful daughter was currently making love with her honest husband in bed. I buried my face in my daughter's breasts, not daring to move.

"Um, thank you, Mom..." "Um, I know, I will..." "You've been recovering very well lately..." I heard my daughter talking to her mother on the phone. I dared not thrust anymore. My daughter, dissatisfied, continued talking on the phone while fiercely clamping her legs together.

"We'll talk again next time, goodbye Mom." I couldn't hold back any longer. As soon as I hung up the phone, I turned my daughter over. Before I could even touch her, she obediently raised her plump, white buttocks high. I aimed and thrust in and out quickly dozens of times. My body trembled, and a stream of hot semen shot deep into my daughter's vagina. Then I collapsed weakly onto my daughter's bare back, panting. That night, whether it was relieving my daughter's ego, making love to my daughter while listening to my wife's phone call, or even the final climax, the psychological stimulation surpassed the physical sensations, and the physical pleasure was the strongest I had ever experienced. Although I only have my wife and daughter as my two women, that day, after making love, my daughter and I hugged tightly and talked for a long time. We, father and daughter, had never been so close. For me, our blood ties had been reinforced with an additional layer of emotional bond. It was also at that moment that I realized that for so many years, I had been the object of my daughter's fantasies, and that my daughter had willingly chosen to be with me, not out of despair after losing her sight. My daughter's previous boyfriend only resembled me somewhat, yet she was already willing to date him. Now that it's me, she seems even more eager. My clumsy acting gave me away from the start; how could she not recognize the voice of the man she's been secretly in love with? But my daughter, with her deep-seated father complex, realized this was an opportunity to be intimate with me in front of my wife, so she played along. She said, "They say daughters are their fathers' lovers from a past life, and I'm determined to continue that bond, to be your lover in this life too." Faced with my daughter's openness and passion, I could only repay her with my whole heart. From then on, my daughter and I entered the happiest period of our relationship. And so, my daughter and I changed our relationship that night and started sleeping together. My wife continued her usual early mornings and late nights, and my daughter and I lived like a young married couple. We cooked, did rehabilitation, went to the doctor, and slept together every day; this warmth and sweetness even surpassed our courtship days with my wife.

Later, a new drug cured my daughter's eyes, but she contracted another illness—she became pregnant with my child. Actually, apart from the first time, we had been careful with contraception. Our daughter had to take a lot of pills every day, and condoms were too conspicuous at home, so she had been secretly mixing birth control pills with other medications. Of course, for her health, intercourse during her safe period and withdrawal were the norm. But what goes around comes around. Our daughter still got pregnant. She couldn't accept that our love child would die in the womb. We had no choice but to elope while her pregnancy wasn't showing. I could get leave from work, and our daughter was on leave from school, but internally, I could only leave a note saying we were going on a trip before hastily fleeing. My wife was busy, but she was very intelligent. She quickly discovered the truth from the uncleaned underwear and contraceptives in the house and found us.

"Mom, we truly love each other. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but please let me give birth to the baby first, okay? Since I became Dad's woman, it's my duty to carry on his bloodline. I want to have children for Dad," our daughter pleaded with her wife.

"What else can we do if we don't give birth? It's already this month, are we supposed to have an abortion!" My wife's words were angry, but I could sense a possibility of forgiveness in them.

"You...aren't angry anymore?"

"How could I? The other woman is my own daughter! I'm going crazy. This is the divorce agreement. We'll get a divorce after Jingjing gives birth and recovers. Do whatever you want." Although my wife was still indignant, she had regained the rationality of a strong woman.

"Of course, we're the ones who are sorry." I signed the papers quickly. Although my wife's words were cold, she was actually very good to us. She not only helped us buy the house we were renting, but also left us a considerable sum of money to live on. She didn't appear again until our daughter finished her postpartum confinement. Most importantly, during this time, she helped register my son and grandson's household registration.

I saw my wife again four years later. I took my son to kindergarten and bumped into my wife holding a little girl's hand. My wife was already in her early forties, but her tight top made her breasts look like they were about to burst, and her black mini-skirt deliberately showed off her beautiful legs. She was still as beautiful as ever. We exchanged awkward but polite greetings, only to learn that my wife had brought our daughter, a year younger than our son, to register for marriage.

"You've remarried, congratulations!" My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Although I was happy with my daughter, I always felt guilty towards my wife.

"Remarried, not really," my wife said, brushing a strand of hair aside with a smile. She whispered, "Your new husband is your former father-in-law." "What!" I exclaimed in surprise, then quickly fell silent.

"Surprised? Aren't you the same?" my wife said, a little displeased. "

No, I just think my father-in-law is very learned and has a refined air about him; I was a little surprised," I quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"Yes, he is very handsome and has a great presence," my wife said, a proud and happy expression on her face. "Actually, I've admired him since I was little, just like Jingjing, I have a father complex. Maybe Jingjing inherited that from me. But I didn't know I loved him. At least, I only loved him. After what happened with you guys, I drank every day and even tried to commit suicide. It was only when my dad quit his professorship and moved in with me that I was able to recover. You know my mom died young, and he was quite lonely too. Over time, it just happened naturally. We didn't invite anyone to his 60th birthday celebration; the two of us stayed at a country villa for a while. After that, we became husband and wife." My wife's sweet recollections resonated with me. But seeing the two little ones playing together gave me a headache. What kind of relationship do they have? My son is from my daughter and me, and my daughter is from my wife and father-in-law. Based on my wife, is she my son's aunt? But from my daughter's perspective, her father-in-law's daughter is her aunt, making her my son's great-aunt? Incest is just a taboo-breaking love for me, but for the next generation, the relationship is really a bit of a pain in the ass.

"I didn't want to have any more children, but after my trip to your place, I told my husband, 'You're sixty, and I'm almost forty. If we don't give our family a son soon, we'll never have another chance,' so I had one." My wife, noticing my obvious misunderstanding, explained.

"Then let's get together again sometime." My wife and I chatted for a bit and then went home. She went to find her Mr. Right, and I went to find my wife.

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