Immoral and promiscuous daughter's stockings

My name
is Zhang Xuan, 36 years old. From a normal person's perspective, what happened in my family might make me seem like a scumbag. But even after those beastly things happened, I still seemed to enjoy them. I think I really am a complete scumbag. Before all that happened, we were just an ordinary family. I, a gentle wife, and my lovely 13-year-old daughter, Zhang Mi, were very ordinary. Things changed after my daughter entered junior high school and I was promoted to manager. My wife was sent abroad for company business and could only come back to China occasionally.

Therefore, from then on, it was just my daughter and me at home, with a fairly generous account to manage ourselves. At first glance, it should seem like I was taking care of my daughter, but in reality, it was my daughter taking care of me. Besides handling all the housework, my thoughtful daughter would occasionally cook a few dishes when it rained and we couldn't go out to eat. She was truly virtuous.

However, things started to turn out the way they did after my wife went abroad. When my daughter was little, she was dark-skinned and thin, always with a runny nose, following me around and calling out "Daddy this, Daddy that," like a little kid who never grew up.

Then, in sixth grade, the little devil finally started puberty. Not only did she grow taller, but her skin became fair and smooth, and her figure underwent dramatic changes—everything became prominent and shapely, as if she had become a completely different person. After entering junior high, besides her even more remarkable development, her hair grew longer, adding a touch of womanhood. She also became more quiet and well-behaved, truly a beautiful little girl. Neighbors would often call out to our little darling when she came home from school, "Little darling! So pretty! You should marry into our family!"

My daughter would just shyly shake her head and quickly run home and close the door. Even after entering junior high, my daughter's diligence in studying remained undiminished. Often, after finishing a meal and clearing the table, she would place her textbooks on the table and begin studying diligently. I usually go back to my room to play online games after dinner. Occasionally, my daughter will come to my room to ask me questions about her studies.

Sometimes she comes in on her own, and sometimes she calls out to me and I leave. Later, during the midterm exams, she simply pulled a chair into my room so she could just turn her head and ask me questions directly, without having to walk back and forth. Initially, I thought that since there were only two of us at home, sitting in the same room would prevent her from feeling lonely. However, things became a bit complicated after the weather started to get cold.

I'm not afraid of the cold, so even when it got chilly, I would still wear shorts and move around in my room. Sometimes when my daughter asked me questions, she would lean over, and sometimes her slender legs in stockings would lightly touch my legs.

Before that, I had never really noticed how alluring stockings and beautiful legs could be, but this subtle movement from my daughter seemed to flip a switch in my brain, causing a strange desire to arise as her stockinged legs pressed against my calves. So this is what stockings are like—so delicate, so incredibly comfortable to the touch… My daughter has no idea that every time she gets close to me, I'm completely absorbed, my mind racing, trying to savor the smooth, wonderful feel of her stockinged legs. She leans in to ask me about her studies, but my attention is focused on the beautiful smoothness of the silk on her legs, while my gaze is also drawn to the deep cleavage beneath her white uniform. “It’s a C, right…”

I roughly estimate her bra size under her white uniform. Much later, my daughter confirms it herself: she’s a 32C, 23, 34, but that came later… “Why a C? I thought the answer was a B…”

she asks, tilting her head in confusion. “Oh! It’s a B, I misspoke.”

I say absentmindedly, my mind already wandering off somewhere else… Is this really my daughter growing up? Looking closely, I saw that besides her incredibly fair and delicate skin and long, black hair, my daughter's features were also very beautiful. Her large, bright eyes seemed to sparkle like starlight, and her long, slightly curled eyelashes were quite lovely. Her small nose was cute yet firm, and her pink lips looked like they were about to drip honey; if I could kiss them, they would taste sweet… “Daddy!”

My daughter looked at me with her innocent, big eyes. “Oh, it’s nothing, I was just spacing out.”

What’s wrong with me? My little darling is my own daughter…! As a 36-year-old man, having normal male physiological needs is perfectly normal.

Usually, it’s late at night, after my daughter has gone to her room to sleep, that I turn on the computer to look at pornographic pictures or DVDs, and occasionally read erotic novels and masturbate. But for some reason, after my daughter entered middle school and became a beautiful young woman, I started to develop some strange, inexplicable feelings towards her. Although the screen was filled with busty, slender Japanese AV actresses performing energetically, my mind had been automatically projecting my daughter's beautiful face onto the screen. At first, I felt a little perverted, fantasizing about having sex with my daughter. But after a while, I got used to it. It's not like I'm actually doing it, so what's the harm in thinking about it? "Honey... Daddy wants you!"

I couldn't help but roar, tilting my head back. The sensation of the black stockings on my glans transformed into a deadly pleasure that shot through my spine, then surged back to my swollen penis like an electric current. My overflowing lust, forming a white, cloudy semen, erupted from my urethra, splattering into the black stockings, so much so that it soaked through the stockings and dripped onto the floor. This ejaculation, much stronger than my previous masturbation, lasted for several seconds, so intense that I could barely breathe, leaving my mind blank.

When I came to my senses, I realized I shouldn't have ejaculated inside her. How was I going to clean it up? In a bit of a panic, I hurriedly stuffed the soiled pantyhose I'd smeared, along with today's dirty clothes, into the washing machine in the dead of night, ignoring the darkness. Half-asleep, I waited for the machine to finish and then immediately hung all the clothes out to dry before going to sleep.

My daughter usually gets up early to do laundry and make breakfast. The next morning, when she woke up, she found all the clothes washed and hanging on the balcony. She smiled sweetly at me, still half-asleep, and said, "Daddy's so sweet, you washed and hung all my clothes."

I nodded and smiled awkwardly, unaware that I'd been masturbating with her pantyhose and was doing chores to cover my tracks! The pleasurable experience of masturbating with my mistress's stockings wasn't a one-time thing. After getting a taste of pleasure, it became a habit. For several days in a row, I would wait for my daughter to finish her shower and come back to her room before stealing her pantyhose to ejaculate inside. Then, late at night, I would secretly throw them in the washing machine to wash them and hang them up to dry.

But after a while, one day, I don't know if I was too tired or what, but after ejaculating inside my daughter's pantyhose, I carelessly put them back in the laundry basket, thinking sleepily that since it was inside the sock, it wouldn't be so noticeable, and then I went back to my room for a long sleep. This one instance of laziness immediately had consequences.

The next morning, after getting up, I took my toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and went out of the bathroom to read the newspaper. I saw my daughter take the laundry basket to the washing machine and slowly take out the clothes one by one and put them in. When she got to the black velvet pantyhose, she stopped, picked it up, and touched one of the stockings—which was half stiff from being soaked in semen—with a puzzled look. She looked at it, even smelled it, and then looked at me with a confused expression. Meeting my daughter's questioning gaze, I quickly pretended nothing was wrong and continued brushing my teeth while looking down at the newspaper. My daughter probably didn't know what had made the stockings stiff, so she continued putting the pantyhose and other clothes into the laundry bag and washing machine.

I could only pray that my daughter wouldn't discover what was stuck to the bottom of her pantyhose. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but afterwards, whenever our eyes met, she seemed to look at me for a few seconds longer. Conversely, feeling guilty, I became much more obedient, not daring to touch her stockings for several days, reverting to my usual state of watching porn in my room to release my desires. One evening, my daughter was studying at my desk as usual, while I relaxed and played computer games. Usually, my daughter wasn't bothered by my games, probably because I kept the volume very low; she never complained, saying she was used to studying next to me and that the noise didn't matter. However, this evening, she seemed a little restless while studying, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye from time to time. Under her gaze, I became uneasy, wondering if my previous actions had finally been exposed. "Daddy…"

my daughter finally looked up at me and called out softly. "What's wrong?"

I stopped typing and turned to see if my daughter had any homework questions. "I...I have something to ask Daddy...is that okay?"

"Huh? What is it?"

I was a little confused because my daughter usually spoke directly about her homework, unlike this hesitant manner. My daughter stared at my face with her bright eyes, her delicate eyebrows twitching slightly as if in struggle, before she spoke with a determined look: "Today in nursing class at school, they talked about sex education for boys and girls, about boys'...you know..." My daughter swallowed

, "...little penis..."

"Huh?! Oh...that's normal..."

A small exclamation mark appeared in my mind. But I still pretended to be calm and answered: "It's normal, and then?"

"I...I want to see what a boy's...little penis looks like...is that okay..."

My daughter's voice grew softer and softer, and I could barely hear the last few words, but those words shocked me! "Oh, haha, this... okay... sure."

For some reason, my answer was halting, but I didn't have any objections in my mind. Seeing my daughter blushing and lowering her head, too shy to look at me, made my heart flutter. "Helping my little darling learn what she's learning in nursing class, no problem."

"Thank you, Daddy..."

My daughter still didn't raise her head; her shy look was so adorable! I turned to my daughter, and then, with a flourish, quickly pulled my casual pants down to my knees, leaving only my boxer shorts. "Little darling, you have to see..."

Then I pulled down my boxer shorts in one go. My still-soft penis dangled between my legs, swaying back and forth, looking exceptionally lewd in the still air. My daughter blushed and stared down at my male symbol; that innocent gaze gave me a thrill of exposure. My daughter's beautiful legs, encased in black pantyhose, twitched slightly with unease. The stockings rubbed together, making a soft hissing sound, which was incredibly stimulating for me, a guy obsessed with masturbating with my daughter's pantyhose. "Ah...it's gotten bigger..."

my daughter said, a little surprised. Under my daughter's gaze, my previously limp penis began to swell violently with blood, throbbing upwards. In just a few seconds, it was hard and ready to go, the tip pointing directly at my daughter's delicate face. The engorged shaft was surprisingly swollen compared to its original size, with half of the glans protruding from the taut foreskin due to the erection. "It's easier to see when it's bigger..."

I don't even know how I managed to say such a stupid thing. Lust began to overwhelm my brain, and my mind seemed to be blurring. I reached out and took my daughter's right hand, forcefully pulling her hand onto my throbbing penis, my words becoming rough. "Honey, come and touch Daddy's cock."

My daughter's face was flushed, and her soft, boneless hands showed no resistance. Under my guidance, she gently grasped my huge, erect penis. Being held by those slender little hands made my penis twitch twice in pleasure. "Daddy's...it moves..."

my daughter said shyly. "Yes, it moves because it feels good. Honey, you can grip it a little tighter and move your hand down."

My daughter obediently circled my burning-hot penis and slowly slid it down, completely retracting my foreskin to reveal a bright red glans. "Ah...this...that layer that was covering it was the foreskin, and this red thing that's sticking out is the glans."

Despite a surge of pleasure rising between my legs, I still pretended to be calm as I explained to my daughter. Then I took her left hand and moved it below my manhood, letting her left hand cup my testicles from below. "What you're touching with your left hand is the testicle. The sperm that makes women give birth is produced here."

As I explained, my breathing quickened with the waves of sexual stimulation, and the frequency of my swollen, red penis trembled more intensely. "Daddy's penis keeps moving...is it because it feels good?"

my daughter whispered. "Yes, it feels so good. Honey, make Daddy feel even better, okay?"

Hearing this, my daughter blushed and nodded slightly, making my reason begin to crumble. I grabbed my daughter's right hand and began guiding her to stroke my penis up and down, waves of intense pleasure surging through my shaft. Seeing that my daughter's stroking motion was already on track... I released my grip, and, slightly out of breath, asked my daughter, "Honey, can Daddy touch your legs?"

Seeing that she didn't react, but continued stroking my penis, I assumed she agreed. My hands automatically rested on her legs, clad in opaque black velvet stockings, gently stroking her smooth, sexy thighs. Not only was her right hand stroking my penis, but her left hand was also instinctively stroking my testicles from below. Damn it, I was stroking my daughter's stockinged legs, and she was giving her father a handjob and caressing his testicles—this was too much, too much! "Does it feel good, Daddy?"

my daughter asked softly. Unable to speak, I just kept rubbing her stockinged legs and nodded vigorously in agreement. In less than a few dozen seconds, I felt my swollen penis reach its limit, almost bursting. "Daddy's going to cum... Ahh!"

With a low growl, streams of white semen shot forward, spraying onto the little beauty's thighs, tightly encased in black velvet stockings. Mi'er paused her stroking motion in surprise, and I quickly grabbed her little hand, continuing to stroke my throbbing penis, letting the remaining streams of semen freely spray onto her alluring stockinged legs. Several seconds later, the powerful ejaculation finally subsided, and I released my daughter's hand, collapsing exhausted back into my chair, panting heavily. My daughter stared blankly at her stockinged legs, now covered in a thick layer of white semen, then looked up at me. Meeting my gaze, she seemed to remember something, and her adorable cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "So the stuff on your stockings that day was Daddy's..."

Hearing this almost made me choke on my own saliva. I could only laugh awkwardly, "Hahaha, that was... hahaha..." My

daughter didn't scold me. She just placed her hands tightly on her knees, which were covered in semen, looked down at her legs that I had defiled, and then softly said, "Thank you, Daddy, for helping me see Daddy's... that..."

Then she suddenly got up shyly and ran out of my room. Sitting there, I was still panting, but I was thinking to myself: I should be the one thanking you. I actually took the opportunity to let my own daughter help me masturbate. But thinking about it, it was really good. It felt so much better than masturbating by myself... The next morning, I saw that all the clothes on the balcony were already hanging out to dry in the sun, including the black stockings that I had defiled yesterday.

Breakfast was laid out on the table, but my daughter was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a note saying she'd gone to school. I guess what happened yesterday was a bit awkward, wasn't it? That evening, after dinner, my daughter came to my room to read as usual, her expression normal, just like always. But after what happened yesterday, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. My daughter was still wearing opaque black pantyhose under her school uniform skirt. I could feel those beautiful legs less than a dozen centimeters away from me, making my dormant beast in my pants throb again. As usual, my daughter asked me a question, pressing her whole body against me. I uncomfortably adjusted my tight crotch with my hand, a small movement my daughter noticed. "Daddy, is your...thing bigger?"

My daughter looked down at my crotch, then opened her bright eyes and asked. "Uh, yeah, hahaha...what's wrong with me..."

I chuckled awkwardly. "Why did it get bigger..."

my daughter asked, whether innocently or deliberately teasingly. "Because, because I saw you wearing pantyhose..."

I answered honestly. My daughter lowered her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Daddy likes your legs in pantyhose, right...?"

"Yes, because they're so pretty... and so nice to touch, so..."

Suddenly, my daughter reached out her soft little hand, took my hand, and placed it on her thigh. Then, blushing, she said, "If Daddy likes it, you can touch it yourself, Honey... Honey doesn't hate it when Daddy does this..."

Wait! What's going on? My mind went blank, but the silky touch on my hand wasn't lying. My hand involuntarily began to gently stroke my daughter's pantyhose-clad thigh, and my erection inside my pants swelled even more. "Daddy's holding it in isn't comfortable..."

With that, my daughter reached out and pulled down my zipper, causing my swollen, red penis to spring out forcefully. She then gently stroked it with her slender little hands. "Ahhh..."

The soft touch on my shaft felt incredibly good, and I couldn't help but moan. I quickly kicked off my pants and gently stroked my daughter's pantyhose-clad legs, enjoying the warm, silky smoothness beneath my palms. "Is Daddy comfortable?"

My daughter asked softly, her hand intensifying her stroking motion, as she leaned close to my ear. "Very...very comfortable..."

In no time, I felt my penis throbbing and almost ejaculating. I quickly removed my daughter's hands, stopping the overwhelming pleasure. Then, under my daughter's questioning gaze, I remembered a scene from an adult film, got up from my chair, sat on the floor, and used my daughter's pantyhose-clad feet to clamp my erect penis between her left and right legs. Then, holding my daughter's feet in my hands, I began to stroke her legs up and down. "Daddy's so horny..."

My daughter, of course, had no idea that her beautiful feet could make me feel so good. She simply passively let me pull her sexy, stockinged little feet up and down. Once I felt that she was getting used to the action and was using her feet to gently move my penis, I braced myself on the ground to avoid collapsing from the intense pleasure. "This is called footjob..."

I said breathlessly, resisting the waves of stimulation emanating from my penis. "Does it feel good?"

"Mmm, it feels so good, Honey's so good at it..."

"You're so annoying!"

my daughter said shyly, but her stockinged little feet moved faster and faster. Lubricating pre-ejaculate dripped from my urethra, soaking her black stockinged feet. "Honey, will you do this for Daddy every day from now on?"

I asked, my mind filled with desire, my breath heavy and labored. "If Daddy likes it..."

Honey stared intently at my swollen penis and answered shyly. "Ahhh, I'm...I'm going to cum!"

I couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure and groaned, tilting my head back. The thick penis trapped between her little feet trembled as it gushed white semen upwards from its head like a fountain, then dripped down onto her cute, stockinged feet. This ejaculation lasted for over ten seconds, leaving me completely blank, so intense it felt like it was draining my brain. My daughter's feet continued to move up and down, extracting the semen from my penis, until ejaculation was completely over. Then she gently placed her feet on my thighs, her stockinged feet, still wet with semen, lightly rubbing against my thighs, making me thoroughly enjoy the afterglow of the climax. "Honey, you're so good..."

I sighed softly, stroking my daughter's stockinged legs. My daughter didn't say anything, just continued rubbing her stockinged feet against my thighs. After a long while, once my penis had completely softened, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. After calming down, I realized that my daughter had said she would do this for me from now on. Was she really serious...? Even after yesterday's events, my daughter still got up early to wash and hang up the clothes, then prepared breakfast for me. As I sat at the table in my pajamas, I saw that my daughter had already changed into her school uniform, ready to go to class at any moment. "Daddy, I'm going to school now,"

she said, planning to leave early for morning self-study, just like usual. But seeing her walk to the entryway to put on her shoes, her alluring buttocks raised high, elegantly slipping her school shoes into her small feet clad in black semi-transparent stockings, had already ignited a fierce desire

within me this morning. "Honey, don't go yet, come here for a second," I swallowed hard and beckoned her over. She looked at me with a puzzled expression, but obediently and deftly took off her shoes and slowly walked to my side. "Come here, let Daddy hug you..."

I pulled her over with lust and made her sit on my lap. "Ah, Daddy..."

Before my daughter could react, I quickly pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down to below my knees, and pressed my erect penis against her sexy, shapely buttocks covered in semi-transparent black stockings. Then, I reached out and began to caress her beautiful, stockinged legs that I had been dreaming of. "Let Daddy touch you..."

"Daddy's so horny..."

Although my daughter said I was horny, her body made no move to resist. I was engaging in increasingly incestuous and lewd acts with my daughter, yet I felt no guilt whatsoever. I guess I really am a pervert deep down. I held my daughter's buttocks and kept thrusting my penis back and forth against her stockinged genitals. Even through the stockings and underwear, my daughter was still stimulated by the feeling of my erection and trembled all over. "Honey, can you help Daddy come?"

I asked breathlessly as I thrust into my daughter from below. "Honey, I have to go to class later..."

I could hear the difficulty in my daughter's voice. "Yeah, that's right," I thought, hearing what my daughter said, I had no choice but to stop. After all, she had to go straight to class later, and I didn't want to spray her legs all over like yesterday. But even though my daughter said that, after feeling the thing that had been constantly thrusting under her buttocks stop, she started rubbing her

buttocks from side to side against my still erect penis. "How about... like this..." Honey thought for a moment, stood up from me, turned to face me, and then knelt down in front of my legs. She then gently cupped my swollen penis in her hands and stared intently at my throbbing member. This, this position, this angle, could it be... Ahhh! That's it! Suddenly, my daughter lowered her head and swallowed my purplish-red glans with her tender, pink lips, and began to move it back and forth. "Oh...!"

The sudden stimulation made me scream in surprise. How could Honey know this trick? As if sensing my inner question, Mi'er spat out my bulging, veiny penis, then looked up at me with her big, watery eyes and said, "A girl in my class taught me this. She said boys like it this way..."

Then she lowered her head and swallowed my penis again. Who the hell taught you that trick?! It was amazing! I just gripped the chair tightly, trying to put my weight on other parts of my body to avoid ejaculating during this unexpected attack. Although my daughter didn't use her tongue much, just moving my penis back and forth in her mouth, watching my manhood move in and out of a beautiful girl's alluring mouth was still incredibly pleasurable. I leaned back, gripping the chair, feeling like I was about to lose my balance and fall backward. I glanced down and suddenly, as if spotting a target, quickly reached forward and grabbed my daughter's breasts. Even through her uniform and bra, I could still feel the wonderful softness and elasticity in my hands.

My daughter's breasts trembled slightly from the sudden attack, but her mouth continued moving my penis back and forth; I knew she tacitly approved of my groping. Emboldened by my newfound freedom, I slowly slipped my hand under my daughter's uniform, reaching into her bra to directly fondle her full, 32C breasts. The soft mounds seemed to possess a suction force, drawing my hand deep inside. With a sudden pull of my wrist, I yanked the two breasts out of the bra, leaving them taut above the uniform and bra—a truly lewd sight. My daughter's soft breasts were as white as snow, with two adorable pink nipples at their tips, standing erect on equally pink areolas.

My wicked hands continued to knead her breasts, causing her to moan softly in protest as she sucked on my penis. I only regretted not discovering sooner that besides her irresistibly beautiful legs, my daughter also possessed a pair of alluring, snow-white breasts. My penis was being served by my daughter's slightly inexperienced yet tender pink lips, and her hands held a pair of firm, white breasts for me to fondle. Overwhelmed by lust, I soon felt my entire penis trembling violently, yearning for release. "Honey, Daddy's coming…!"

My daughter's mouth continued its work without pause, still stroking my nearly erupting member. Finally, stimulated by a jolt of electric pleasure, my large glans trembled as it ejaculated stream after stream of thick semen into my daughter's mouth.

My daughter stopped swallowing, enduring my repeated ejaculations; I could almost feel the impact of the semen spurting against her throat. After enduring several consecutive, intense ejaculations, my daughter's small mouth seemed unable to contain my obviously large amount of semen; visibly, the white liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Then, as if unable to bear it any longer, my daughter opened her mouth and spat out my penis, allowing me to splash the last few spurts of my desire onto my lovely pink face. One, two, three… My daughter, her lips pursed and eyes closed, welcomed my spray until my powerful ejaculation ended. Only then did she open her adorable eyes, look at me, and swallow all my thick semen. Seeing my daughter swallow all the semen in her mouth, I was quite surprised and asked breathlessly, “Honey, why did you swallow it all?!”

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes; she was clearly not too comfortable because I had almost choked on her semen. She just looked at me with her adorable big eyes and said, “Because it’s Daddy’s stuff, Honey is willing…”

Ignoring the semen still on her face, I was moved and picked her up, kissing her hard on the lips. My daughter was surprised but quickly responded. At first, she didn't know any kissing techniques. I was just moved and kissed her tender lips tightly, then wanted to suck back the remaining semen in her mouth and swallow it. She felt a suction from my mouth, so I stuck my tongue into her mouth and licked her lips, as if prying something open, and she responded with her little tongue. Although it tasted a little like semen, and my own white fluid got on my face when I rubbed it against hers (haha!), I thoroughly enjoyed our first kiss. Before, I was only filled with desire, but at this moment, I felt a kind of sacrificial love from my daughter. We intertwined our tongues, sucking each other's saliva, lost in the moment for a long time. We didn't separate until we were out of breath. "Daddy..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. She hugged my neck tightly, as if she didn't want me to breathe. "Haha, silly honey."

I cupped my daughter's face, kissed her deeply again, and then said, "Shy face, go wash your face and go to school."

Only then did my daughter realize that my semen was still on her face. She quickly and shyly got up and ran to the bathroom behind her, leaving me sitting on the chair, panting, using toilet paper to clean my now limp penis. Seriously, I'm finding myself getting more and more lewd! On Saturday, as I groggily walked out of my room to have brunch, I saw that my daughter had already cleaned the whole house and prepared lunch, waiting for me to eat together. "Wow, this is so delicious!"

I picked up a piece of braised beef short rib with my fingers, and my daughter immediately slapped me with her little hand. "You naughty daddy, you have chopsticks and bowls but you insist on using your hands."

I chuckled and sat down, ready to wolf down my food. Then I asked, "You cooked such a big feast today, is something good happening?"

"No, it's just that yesterday Daddy had... um... um... my classmate said it's better to replenish your energy..."

My daughter blushed as she spoke. Hey, hey, hey, which classmate did you tell? Although I don't feel guilty at all (or rather, my guilt has long been overwhelmed by desire), can I really tell her this? "Um... what did you tell your classmate?"

I asked, trying to sound calm. "I told her everything."

My daughter said without hesitation. "Ah!?"

My voice rose in surprise. "Oh, it's okay, my classmate also told his dad and brother, um... um..."

Then my daughter couldn't continue. She even told her dad and brother!? These days, anything can happen, looks like I'm not the most outrageous one? "Daddy, hurry up and eat, then we can go shopping."

My daughter said with a smile, resting her cheeks on her hands. "What shopping?"

I asked innocently, chewing my food. "Daddy said he'd go shopping with me...but it's Christmas today!"

My daughter pouted, pretending to be angry, but her feigned anger was so adorable that I was completely mesmerized! I stared at her blankly for a while, until she got embarrassed and nudged me with her elbow to signal me to continue eating. After dinner, I quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans and prepared to go out with my daughter. She, on the other hand, was wearing a fitted pink long-sleeved top with a pink baseball jacket, a pale yellow pleated skirt that only reached mid-thigh, and the pink and white sheer tights I'd been wanting to see her in, paired with brown ankle boots. Her figure was curvaceous, with big breasts, a slim waist, and long legs...Is this the figure and outfit a 13-year-old girl should have? "Staring blankly? You silly daddy."

Seeing me staring at her so intently, my daughter knew I was probably smitten with the pretty girl, so she grabbed me and rushed out to catch the bus to the mall. The bus to the mall on Saturday was incredibly crowded. We'd only been on for one stop when my daughter and I were already squeezed into the very corner of the standing area.

Normally, the jostling on the bus isn't so bad, but this time, I was facing a 13-year-old girl in stockings! Almost face-to-face, pressed against her back, the faint scent of her hair making my bulge, hidden beneath my jeans, begin to swell uncontrollably. My daughter clearly felt something pressing against her bottom, turned around and glared at me reproachfully, but then adjusted her position, making us even closer and blocking the view of other passengers, before snuggling into my arms.

My penis, throbbing in my pants, rubbed against my daughter's buttocks, clad in a pleated skirt, with the swaying of the bus. Driven by lust, I wasn't about to miss the chance to grope her. I slipped my hand under her skirt and gently kneaded her beautiful buttocks, encased in pinkish-white sheer pantyhose. Although I couldn't quite tell what material her underwear was made of, the sheer white pantyhose made it feel like touching a second skin—incredibly pleasurable. Feeling my penis throbbing painfully, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching. I pulled down my zipper, took my penis out of my underwear, and flicked it forcefully against my daughter's elastic, pantyhose-clad buttocks. My daughter seemed oblivious to my intentions until I slightly bent my legs and inserted my swollen penis between her slender thighs from below. Only then did she realize I had already pulled out my penis.

Feeling the heat and hardness of my penis, my daughter's body suddenly trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted, allowing my thick shaft to penetrate even deeper into her legs, which were tightly clamped between her silk-stockinged thighs. "Huff, huff..."

I began to slowly thrust my penis back and forth between my daughter's legs, my heavy breaths spraying behind her ears, clearly further stimulating her and causing her to tremble all over. "Honey, be good, if you move around, someone will see..."

I whispered in my daughter's ear, while also lightly kissing her ear. Hearing my words, although her body was still trembling, my daughter no longer tried to resist my lewd acts. I took advantage of the situation, continuing to knead my daughter's pert buttocks covered by silk stockings with one hand, while the other hand slipped under her pink top, slightly pushing up her bra, and directly grasped and played with her 32C breasts hidden under her clothes with my right hand. I not only freely enjoyed the soft touch of her nipples with my entire palm, but also pinched and gently caressed the clitoris with my fingers.

From the side, I saw a blush creeping onto my daughter's adorable cheeks. Her lips were tightly closed, as if she were trying to hold back something, but her whole body trembled uncontrollably from this lewd game in public. My penis thrust back and forth between my daughter's legs, and I could feel the constant warmth and wetness emanating from the tip of my shaft. My daughter must have found it incredibly stimulating, right? Seemingly to match my movements, she slightly raised her toes, making it easier for my penis to slide between her legs; and she moved one hand between her legs, gently stroking my very large glans, already moistened by the continuous secretion of pre-ejaculate, in sync with the thrusting motion of my thick penis. "Honey, it feels so good..."

I whispered in my daughter's ear. On a crowded bus. My right hand held a pair of soft, tender breasts to play with, my left hand caressed her sexy buttocks covered in delicate pinkish-white sheer pantyhose, my penis being thrust back and forth between her stockinged thighs... It felt amazing! My hips swayed back and forth with the bus's movement, like in an adult film, thrusting my thick penis between my daughter's legs.

Each stop had a stop for passengers to get on and off, but as usual, we all got off at the mall stop. To avoid everyone leaving at once and us being exhausted, I increased the speed of my thrusting. Stimulated by multiple factors of pleasure, I soon felt my penis swell to its limit. My daughter seemed to notice that the weapon between her legs had grown even larger, and she squeezed her stockinged legs even tighter, intensifying my pleasure. Finally, unable to hold back, I thrust forward hard, the head of my penis pressing against my daughter's warm palm, ejaculating streams of hot semen. My hands gripped my daughter's breasts and her stockinged thighs tightly, releasing my intense desire into her palms. The force of the ejaculation was so strong that some semen splashed back from my daughter's hands onto her stockings, while most dripped down her small hands onto the bus floor.

The climax finally ended after a while, and the bus was immediately filled with a lewd male odor; it seemed quite a few people had noticed. Having finished my release, before even reaching the mall, I hastily shoved my limp penis back into my pants, zipped up, and, holding my daughter's hand still covered in semen, fled the bus! After getting off, we quickly ran into the alley. We caught our breath, and looking up, we saw we were standing in a hotel…! ? “Honey, let’s go in… and rest for a bit, okay…?”

Although I had just ejaculated violently in my daughter’s hand, I still felt the desire deep within me hadn’t subsided; in fact, it had intensified. “Is this a place where boys and girls… do that…?”

“Mmm… I can’t take it anymore, I want to… make love with Honey.”

For the first time, I uttered the words “make love,” honestly expressing my intentions. Honey stood there for a moment, then leaned into my arms, hugging my waist and whispering against my chest, "Whatever Daddy says..."

I took my daughter to the counter, quickly paid, and got a room. We took the elevator to our room. I took off my shoes and socks and sat on the bed. My daughter went into the bathroom to wash her hands, which were covered in my semen, and then came out and sat on the bed, leaning tightly against my shoulder, trembling slightly. I turned my head, held my daughter's shoulder, stared into her big, watery eyes, and without saying a word, gently kissed her pink lips. After our last kiss, my daughter seemed to be getting used to the feeling, and her tongue gently intertwined with mine. I sucked on my daughter's lips, and my hands also wandered over her body, taking off her coat and lifting her pink top. "I really like these two things, can Daddy see them?"

I said, pulling away from my daughter's lips and looking at her breasts, which were still covered by a cute white bra. "Daddy, you're bad..."

My daughter's shy reply only fueled my desire. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her two 32C snow-white breasts. The bouncy orbs bounced a few times, and I quickly grabbed them with both hands. Driven by desire, I accidentally squeezed too hard. "Ah..." Honey frowned slightly

. "Sorry, Daddy, you grabbed too hard..."

I changed to gentle caresses, rubbing those breasts that I could never tire of playing with, kneading the soft mounds in circles. My daughter closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses. In no time, I could feel her small nipples harden and become engorged, two adorable pink buds on her mochi-like white breasts. I lowered my head and suckled on her nipple, feeling her tremble slightly. I knew she really liked it.

I alternately enjoyed her two teardrop-shaped, perky breasts, sometimes sucking them with my whole mouth, sometimes teasing her nipples with my tongue, and sometimes gently pinching and biting them with my teeth. My daughter let out soft but beautiful moans, making the beast in my pants, which had just ejaculated on the bus, swell up again. Unwilling to be attacked, my daughter tried to retaliate, pulling down my jeans zipper and releasing my already swollen and red penis. She moved it a few times with her small hand, then broke free from my attack, sat on the ground, and took my still-wet, unwashed penis into her mouth. "Oh...so good...so good..."

Although my daughter's oral skills were still a bit raw, the addition of her tongue, teasing my penis back and forth, licking the glans like eating a popsicle, made me lose all sense of pleasure. Recalling the 69 scene I'd seen in porn, I lifted my daughter up and turned her around, so I was lying on the bed facing her genitals. She continued to perform oral sex on me from above, her cherry-like mouth still on top of me. Without waiting for her consent, I tore open the crotch of her pinkish-white sheer pantyhose, pulled her already wet, silvery-white silk panties to the side, and stuck out my tongue to lick her vulva. "Ahhh…!"

I knew my daughter had reached her climax. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly flipped her over, my still-erect penis beneath me. I lifted her pale yellow pleated skirt to her waist, knelt between her spread pink and white pantyhose-clad legs, and pressed my thick, throbbing member against the entrance of her wet, slippery vulva, my eyes questioning her. My daughter, her eyes still hazy from the afterglow of her climax, nodded slightly, agreeing to my intrusion. I grasped her pantyhose-clad buttocks, and with each thrust of my hips, my swollen, purplish-red glans slowly parted her delicate pink labia, pushing forward. Half of my glans entered her hot, wet opening. My daughter kept her eyes tightly shut, as if surrendering to my will. My uncontrollable desire drove me to continue thrusting my penis into that wet, tight secret garden. I hadn't gone far when I felt something hit me. I held my daughter tightly around the waist and thrust harder, finally breaking through the thin barrier despite the suffocating pressure. "...It hurts...!"

Two crystal tears slid down my daughter's cheeks. I bent down and licked away her tears with my tongue. She opened her eyes, looking at me pitifully, and said, "Daddy, I love you..."

"Honey, Daddy loves you..."

Unable to suppress the emotions and desires surging within me any longer, I began to thrust my weapon into my daughter's private garden. The tight, wet, and sweet passage sucked at my penis. My daughter endured the pain of losing her virginity, but she gritted her teeth and tried her best to withstand my penetration, which moved me even more.

I slowly but powerfully pumped in and out of my thick penis, letting my daughter adjust to my penis. My hands gently caressed my daughter's thighs, clad in pink and white sheer stockings, while I suckled at her nipples like a nursing infant, as if trying to draw out milk. My daughter clearly enjoyed the stimulation of her breasts, letting out soft, sweet moans amidst the pain. After she adjusted, my lower body slowly accelerated, thrusting my thick, swollen penis into her newfound flower path. "Daddy loves me, Daddy loves Honey a little more..."

Could I refuse my daughter's pleading, tearful desire? With each thrust, my daughter let out a soft, alluring moan. Her petite yet shapely body swayed back and forth with my increasingly rapid thrusts, her small hands wrapped around my neck, and her beautiful legs, encased in sheer white stockings, unconsciously wrapped around my waist, seemingly yearning for more. I explored this virgin territory, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I don't know how long this thrusting went on, only that my movements became faster and faster, and my daughter's swaying became more and more intense, her moans turning into soft gasps, her voice growing sweeter and sweeter. Her silk-stockinged legs, soaked with my sweat, wrapped around my back, rubbing against my waist and back with each thrust, the silky contact incredibly pleasurable.

Finally, as I was about to erupt, unable to resist the overwhelming wave of pleasure, I gripped my daughter's stockinged buttocks tightly, then lowered my face and kissed her wet lips fiercely, sucking on her saliva. My daughter, lost in passion, wanted to cry out, but I silenced her with a kiss, leaving her with her eyes tightly closed, accepting both my kiss and my thrusts.

I thrust my penis forward with all my might, as if piercing through something, reaching the deepest part of her secret garden. I felt spasms and a rush of hot, wet liquid. My tingling, throbbing penis opened wide, gushing forth a torrent of white, lustful semen, spraying countless offspring into the deepest part of the beautiful girl's tender body, each spurt like a powerful bullet.

My daughter, tears streaming down her face, endured my forceful ejaculation, experiencing both pleasure and ecstasy. Her beautiful legs clung tightly to my waist, like her tightly closed secret flower path, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of my semen. After both my daughter and I had reached our climax, I collapsed onto her, utterly exhausted.

Her legs, clad in pantyhose, also fell limply to the ground, her breathing heavy as we remained still connected. After catching my breath, I withdrew my semi-erect penis from my daughter's vagina. A thick, white fluid, a mixture of our bodily fluids, gushed out, leaving my daughter stunned, unaware that she could produce so much. Looking at

her adorable face, flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't resist kissing her deeply again, wanting to feel our love for each other even more. After having sex with my daughter, the air in the house seemed to turn pink. Having tasted the sweetness of love for the first time, we couldn't stop. As soon as we got home, I would grab my daughter, lift her skirt, pull down her stockings, and start having sex. My daughter's young body, only 13 years old, possessed both sweet innocence and sensual maturity, squeezing me so tightly each time that I wanted to scream for help. Each time, my daughter would cry out, "No more! No more!" "Ah... Daddy... harder...!"

My daughter was still wearing her school uniform and black opaque pantyhose. I pulled her pantyhose and underwear up to her thighs and placed her on the sofa, penetrating her from behind. Although we had had sex many times since our first time, my daughter's vagina was still as tight, slippery, and hot as the first time. "Honey, will you let Daddy cum inside later?"

I gently patted my daughter's pert buttocks covered by pantyhose, while my waist continued to move back and forth, my thick penis fiercely pounding into my daughter's lower body. "...!"

My daughter was so pounded by me that she could barely utter any meaningful words, but I knew she was willing to let me cum inside her. The first time we made love was a bit unexpected. After that, we tried condoms, but neither my daughter nor I liked the feeling of having a layer between us. We wanted to melt together without any barriers. So my daughter started taking birth control pills, which not only helped regulate her menstruation and stabilize contraception, but most importantly, allowed me to ejaculate inside her every time. Not only did it satisfy my sense of conquest, but my daughter also enjoyed the hot, full feeling of my semen inside her. Just as I was vigorously thrusting into my daughter, the phone in the living room rang. I answered, but my movements didn't stop. "Ah, it's me, Auntie. Hmm, Mina can't. No problem, Mi'er and I will definitely go. Okay… goodbye!"

I quickly hung up and focused my attention back on my daughter's sexy body. Although she was disheveled from my actions, she still turned back and looked at me with a charming gaze, as if asking who had called. "It was Auntie. She said she's getting married this Saturday in our hometown and that we two absolutely must attend."

My aunt is my wife's youngest sister, but there's a slight age gap between them, so my aunt is only 27 years old. Although we hadn't seen each other for a year or two, my aunt and my daughter had a very good relationship. Because my wife was often away from home, she would occasionally buy some snacks and toys for my daughter. My aunt was very beautiful; I wondered what kind of man she married. I suddenly remembered that I seemed to recall seeing my aunt wearing stockings several times… “Daddy’s gotten bigger again… Ah…!”

Perhaps because I was thinking about my aunt wearing stockings, which I hadn’t seen in a long time, my penis thrust harder and more forcefully. Even my daughter noticed the change, and her alluring secret garden clenched even tighter. “Hoo hoo, Daddy’s going to cum, cum all over my daughter…!”

I pinched my daughter’s two large breasts hanging in front of her chest, and with one last, fierce thrust, I pushed against my daughter’s opaque black pantyhose-clad buttocks, slamming the head of my penis into the very bottom of her secret garden, causing my thick, swollen penis to tremble and spray the seeds of lust deep into her flower core, watering the 13-year-old girl’s womb… When my daughter and I boarded the long-distance night bus, it was already the middle of the night. Before long, all the passengers around us were fast asleep. We sat at the very back of the bus, and my daughter, leaning against me, quickly drifted off to sleep as well. Even on a night bus, my daughter was still dressed beautifully, in a purple ensemble: a purple top, a purple pencil skirt, purple opaque pantyhose, and purple high heels. Seeing that my daughter was asleep, I figured I had nothing else to do, so I decided to touch her stockinged legs for a bit. So I reached out and began to stroke her purple pantyhose thighs.

Seeing that my daughter didn't react and seemed to be really asleep, while the surrounding passengers were already snoring, I, emboldened by lust, simply pulled out my penis, which had begun to harden from stroking my daughter's beautiful legs, and began masturbating with one hand on her stockings and the other. Just as I was about to climax, I frantically released my daughter's thighs to find some toilet paper to catch my semen, but a small hand reached out from the side and tightly wrapped around my penis, preventing me from ejaculating. "Daddy is so naughty, sneaking around like this..."

I don't know if it was because I moved too much or what, but my daughter actually woke up! "Honey's awake...hehe..."

With my manhood caught and unable to ejaculate, I could only laugh awkwardly. "I've been awake for a while, watching Daddy play with his penis for a long time..."

my daughter said softly, looking around to make sure the nearby passengers were asleep, then lifting her tight skirt, quickly tearing open the crotch of her purple pantyhose, and then adjusting her position to face me and sitting on me. "Play with Honey..."

How could I refuse? I leaned forward slightly, quickly pulled aside the panties beneath my stockings (which had a small hole in them), grabbed my daughter's waist, and pressed down, thrusting my already erect penis into her vagina. My daughter had just been watching me masturbate, and her vagina was completely wet; she was practically ready for anything. Truly, she was the wanton beauty I had trained! This reminded me of my first time with my daughter. We were standing on a bus, secretly caressing and rubbing until I ejaculated. Although it was a long-distance bus now, the secret pleasure of being discovered was exactly the same! And back then I had completely covered my daughter; now it was obvious—a girl sitting on a boy's lap, rocking back and forth. If anyone nearby woke up, they would see everything! My daughter clearly knew this needed to be quick, and with small but very rapid movements, she sat on my lap, rapidly using her tight vagina to manipulate my swollen weapon. I kneaded my daughter's firm buttocks and slender, shapely legs in stockings, thrusting upwards into her tight, enticing flower path in rhythm with her movements. "And here, Daddy needs to love you..."

my daughter whispered softly in my ear, then lifted her purple top and lace bra, thrusting one breast into my mouth. Of course, I had milk to suckle, sucking hard on her soft, large breast while teasing her small, adorable nipple with my tongue. Her two breasts, though soft as marshmallows, were incredibly elastic, defying gravity and standing erect like water droplets. With our rhythmic movements, the other breast, not yet touched by my tongue, swayed violently—truly a deadly, exquisitely erotic breast. Under the influence of the stimulating and lewd atmosphere, our movements, though small, were rapid and full of force, each impact producing a sound that seemed to be faintly audible in the back of the passenger compartment. "Daddy's about to cum, where do you want me to cum..."

I asked in a low voice, suppressing my urge, while alternately suckling at my daughter's breasts. "Cum outside, cum outside, otherwise... clean... clean... ahh..."

My daughter was clearly too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak a complete sentence. "Too late!"

Partly because my daughter was pinning me down, and partly because the intense pleasure was too stimulating, I reached my climax and almost without resistance, completely ejaculating inside my daughter. Wave after wave, I could almost hear the muffled sound of my semen hitting her clitoris. My daughter's beautiful legs in stockings were tightly clamped between my thighs, so tightly that it hurt. This maddeningly pleasurable ejaculation lasted for several tens of seconds, and the amount of semen was definitely large.

But her tightly closed vulva, tightened by her orgasm, trapped all the hot semen inside her vagina. Only after we both recovered from the afterglow of our climax did we realize the situation was difficult to handle. My daughter, her hands trembling, pulled a handkerchief from her bag and covered our joined bodies. Then, slowly rising, she used the handkerchief to stop the flow of our mixed semen and vaginal fluids as my still-swollen penis withdrew from her vagina. I quickly grabbed the paper cup we used for oden in the car and placed it under her vulva to catch it. As soon as she removed the handkerchief, her vulva relaxed, and a large amount of white fluid poured down from her narrow opening. Most of it flowed into the cup, and a small portion ran onto her thighs and purple pantyhose. I quickly pulled out tissues from my backpack to catch it and wipe it away.

If we didn't deal with it now, what would happen when my aunt and uncle came to pick us up and saw us in this mess? Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. Looking to the side, I saw a young woman sitting across the aisle had woken up and was staring at us, her face flushed. Startled, my daughter quickly pulled down her shirt and bra, then grabbed the paper cup of oden filled with sticky liquid and darted back to where she had been sitting. I quickly shoved my still wet and semi-erect penis back into my pants, zipped up, and put my index finger to my lips, making a farewell gesture to the young woman who was awkwardly watching us. She blushed and nodded, then turned her head away, whether pretending to be asleep or really asleep, I couldn't tell. My daughter next door pinched my arm hard, glaring at me with a mixture of shame and anger, saying, "You stinky daddy! You saw everything! And you ejaculated inside! You bad guy! The worst!"

Hahaha~ I could only continue to laugh awkwardly…! It was already early morning when we arrived. We went to the restrooms at the drop-off point to clean up the traces of our passionate encounter on the bus, and after waiting a few minutes, we met my aunt, whom we hadn't seen for almost two years. My aunt drove herself to the bus station to pick us up, which surprised me a bit, because I thought a bride-to-be getting married at this time of year would be very busy. "Zhang Xuan and Mi'er, Auntie's here!"

I saw her stop her car and roll down the window to call out to us from afar. I grabbed my daughter's hand and ran over quickly, opening the car door and getting in. "Auntie, why did you come by yourself? Shouldn't you be very busy now?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've seen you two, of course I had to come myself."

My aunt let out a clear, bell-like laugh, sounding very happy. Sitting in the back seat, I glanced at my aunt driving through the rearview mirror. It had been almost two years since I last saw her, and her already fresh and lovely face had gained an added touch of mature femininity. "Mi'er is getting more and more beautiful! She's become a little beauty just like your mother!"

As she drove, my aunt also glanced at my daughter and me through the rearview mirror. For a moment, her beautiful, slender eyes met mine, making me feel a little embarrassed, and I quickly looked away. "No, Auntie is prettier! I'm so envious! I want to grow up quickly and become a beauty like Auntie."

"Haha, you're so sweet! Auntie has a gift for your best girl, Mi'er!"

Auntie smiled happily. "What is it?"

"You'll find out soon!"

Auntie smiled mysteriously. When we arrived at Auntie's house, the answer was revealed: a pink cheongsam embroidered with beautiful patterns, paired with a pair of red high heels. My daughter was overjoyed to receive her beautiful new clothes. She found a guest room in Auntie's house and went in to change into the cheongsam. Auntie sat on the sofa in the living room, propping her chin up with her feet and smiling at me. Her legs, encased in sheer skin-colored pantyhose, were crossed, her toes dangling from her slippers. Those slender, long legs made me a little dizzy... "Daddy, come here..."

My daughter opened the door a crack and beckoned me in. I obediently accepted the invitation and went inside. As soon as I entered, my daughter gently closed the door and turned to face me, saying, "Daddy, help me zip up the

back of my cheongsam." It turned out she couldn't zip up the back of her cheongsam herself. I helped her zip it up, and she straightened the cheongsam she was wearing for the first time a little, then twirled around in front of me: "Does Honey look good?"

Isn't it beautiful...? Honestly, it's absolutely gorgeous! The petite beauty's shapely figure is perfectly accentuated by the form-fitting cheongsam. Her breasts are defined, her waist is defined, and her hips are defined. The perfect S-curve formed by her breasts and shapely hips is breathtaking; her long, black hair is neatly styled, revealing her slender and beautiful neck. What makes my blood rush is that Mi'er is wearing a pair of shimmering, sheer pantyhose, just like her aunt... "Mi'er, why...why are you wearing pantyhose..."

I could hear the rapid breathing in my own ears. "Because I have to wear high heels...Auntie said it's easier to put them on this way..."

The moment my daughter slipped her feet into the high heels, I, unable to control my rising desire, gave her a fierce bear hug from behind, instantly pinning her against the wall. "Daddy, what are you doing..."

"Shh..."

I quickly covered my daughter's mouth from behind, and pulled down the zipper, freeing my already swollen and erect penis, which pressed straight against my daughter's beautiful buttocks clad in a pink cheongsam. "Give Daddy a turn, quick..."

"Ouch! Daddy's so horny..."

Although a little unwilling, my daughter spoke softly, showing no signs of resistance. As I quickly pulled my daughter's pantyhose and underwear down to her thighs, I noticed that her genitals were already wet and slippery. "Huh? Why are you all wet already?"

I reached out and explored my daughter's secret garden, holding my wet hand in front of her eyes and asking in feigned confusion. "Ugh..."

My daughter turned her back to me, impatiently reaching down to grab my big cock that was still pressing against her buttocks, and automatically shoving it into her beautiful hole. "If you're going to do it to Honey... hurry up... or Auntie will find out..."

I chuckled twice, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and moved my legs forward so that they could press tightly against my daughter's legs, which were covered in flesh-colored sheer pantyhose. The half of my swollen glans, which my daughter had willingly inserted into her flower hole, slowly but powerfully forced open the two cute petals covering it with the movement of my waist, gradually probing into that tight and tempting sweet flower path. "Ugh... God... it's so tight... Daddy will want to cum like this...!"

After saying that, I realized that my daughter was wearing high heels. When women wear high heels, they clench their legs and buttocks even tighter because of the force of their leg and buttock muscles. Could this be the reason? "I also feel that Daddy is especially big... it's so full... it's all filled up..."

My daughter groaned in pain, gritting her teeth. I endured the intense, almost painful tightness of her vagina, and, succumbing to my desire, began thrusting my thick, long penis behind my daughter, pumping vigorously in and out of her hot, moist cavity. This was our first time trying the standing rear-entry position, and with my aunt in the living room outside, the lewd atmosphere made us especially excited. My daughter's vaginal canal gripped my burning shaft tightly, making each thrust a desperate struggle against overwhelming pleasure. "So good, so comfortable...faster..."

my daughter moaned softly, begging for my penetration. Not wanting to disappoint her, I unzipped her back, reached into her breasts, and grabbed her firm yet tender, snow-white breasts. While kneading them like dough, I pinched her small, hardening nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, gently teasing them. "Ahhh..."

My daughter let out a sweet, almost plaintive moan, further stimulating my incestuous acts. My thick penis thrust back and forth, struggling to move within the girl's secret garden. The folds of her flower path were being pushed and pulled by my flesh, bringing both of us insane sexual pleasure. My daughter's honey pot grew increasingly wet and hot, and her juices flowed more and more, turning into a white, frothy liquid after rubbing against my bodily fluids. It slowly dripped from the point of our union, staining her sheer, shiny pantyhose. Seeing that prolonging the time would only make things worse, I pushed my thrusting speed to its highest point, intending to push us both to the peak of sexual pleasure as quickly as possible. My daughter's buttocks received my rapid thrusts, making a slapping sound in the empty room. Although it wasn't loud, I wondered if my aunt in the living room would hear it. As the speed of my thrusts increased violently, I felt my daughter's entire body tense up to the point of near-limitlessness. "No...no...ah...!"

With a sweet moan of suppressed desire, my daughter's tight flower-like opening gripped my penis tightly, pouring hot, lustful nectar onto its tip, reaching climax. This also caused my long-suppressed desire to finally erupt. I pressed my legs tightly against my daughter's beautiful legs clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, and thrust my swollen, uncontrollable penis deep into the depths of her body, letting the seeds of lust burst forth from my urethra, wave after wave, seemingly endless. This intense climax seemed to drain everything from us, father and daughter, allowing our souls to melt together through the peak of incestuous intercourse. After an unknown amount of time, I finally ejaculated, stroking my daughter's sheer stockings pulled down to her thighs, enjoying the silky touch, and continuing to savor the afterglow of my climax with my penis still inside her vagina. My daughter, pinned against the wall, lazily turned her head and asked for a kiss, our tongues intertwining as we exchanged saliva. "Is this suitable, Honey... ah...!"

Unexpectedly, the door opened as the question was asked. My aunt, who had pushed open the door, stared wide-eyed, speechless, at the incestuous father and daughter in a standing, back-to-back position, unable to utter a word. In my extreme nervousness, I immediately withdrew my semi-erect penis from my daughter's vagina, pulling out a large pool of white, mixed fluid, which dripped onto the crotch of her stockings. Now, anyone could see what had happened; no explanation was needed. But what followed was another immoral and lewd story…

My name is Zhang Xuan, 36 years old. From a normal person's perspective, what happened in my family might make me a scumbag. But even after those beastly acts, I still seemed to enjoy them immensely; I think I truly am a complete and utter scumbag. Before all that happened, we were just an ordinary family. I am a gentle wife and I have a lovely 13-year-old daughter, Zhang Mi. We are a very ordinary couple. Things changed after my daughter entered junior high school and I was promoted to manager. My wife was sent abroad for work and could only come back to China occasionally.

As a result, from then on, it was just my daughter and me at home, with a fairly generous account for us to manage ourselves. At first glance, it seems like I should be taking care of my daughter, but in reality, it was my daughter taking care of me. Besides handling all the housework, my thoughtful daughter would occasionally cook a few dishes when it was raining and we couldn't go out to eat. She was truly a virtuous woman.

However, things started to turn out the way they did after my wife went abroad. When my daughter was little, she was dark-skinned and thin, always with a runny nose, following me around and calling out "Daddy this, Daddy that," like a little kid who never grew up.

Later, in sixth grade, my little devil finally started puberty. Not only did she grow taller, but her skin became fair and smooth, and her figure underwent dramatic changes, becoming more and more shapely, as if she had become a completely different person. After entering junior high school, besides her even more remarkable development, her hair grew longer, adding a touch of womanhood. In addition, she became more quiet and well-behaved, truly a beautiful little girl. Neighbors would often call out to my daughter when she came home from school, "My little honey! So pretty! You should marry into our family!"

My daughter would just shyly shake her head and quickly run home and close the door. After entering junior high school, my daughter's diligence in studying remained undiminished. She would often clear the table after dinner, place her textbooks on the table, and begin studying diligently. I usually went back to my room to play online games after dinner, and only occasionally would my daughter come to my room to ask me questions about her studies.

Sometimes my daughter would come in by herself, and sometimes she would call out to me and I would go out. Later, around the time of the midterms, she simply pulled a chair into my room so she could just turn her head and ask me questions without having to walk around. Initially, I thought that since there were only two of us at home, sitting in the same room would prevent her from feeling lonely. However, things became a bit complicated after the weather started to get cold.

I'm not afraid of the cold, so even when it got chilly, I would still wear shorts and move around in my room. Sometimes when my daughter asked me questions, she would lean close, and sometimes her slender legs in stockings would lightly touch my legs.

Before that, I hadn't really noticed how alluring stockings and beautiful legs could be, but this subtle movement from my daughter seemed to flip a switch in my brain, causing a strange desire to arise as her stockinged legs pressed against my calves. So this is what stockings are like—so delicate, so incredibly comfortable to the touch… My daughter has no idea that every time she gets close to me, I'm completely absorbed, my mind racing, trying to savor the smooth, wonderful feel of her stockinged legs. She leans in to ask me about her studies, but my attention is focused on the beautiful smoothness of the silk on her legs, while my gaze is also drawn to the deep cleavage beneath her white uniform. “It’s a C, right…”

I roughly estimate her bra size under her white uniform. Much later, my daughter confirms it herself: she’s a 32C, 23, 34, but that came later… “Why a C? I thought the answer was a B…”

she asks, tilting her head in confusion. “Oh! It’s a B, I misspoke.”

I say absentmindedly, my mind already wandering off somewhere else… Is this really my daughter growing up? Looking closely, I saw that besides her incredibly fair and delicate skin and long, black hair, my daughter's features were also very beautiful. Her large, bright eyes seemed to sparkle like starlight, and her long, slightly curled eyelashes were quite lovely. Her small nose was cute yet firm, and her pink lips looked like they were about to drip honey; if I could kiss them, they would taste sweet… “Daddy!”

My daughter looked at me with her innocent, big eyes. “Oh, it’s nothing, I was just spacing out.”

What’s wrong with me? My little darling is my own daughter…! As a 36-year-old man, having normal male physiological needs is perfectly normal.

Usually, it’s late at night, after my daughter has gone to her room to sleep, that I turn on the computer to look at pornographic pictures or DVDs, and occasionally read erotic novels and masturbate. But for some reason, after my daughter entered middle school and became a beautiful young woman, I started to develop some strange, inexplicable feelings towards her. Although the screen was filled with busty, slender Japanese AV actresses performing energetically, my mind had been automatically projecting my daughter's beautiful face onto the screen. At first, I felt a little perverted, fantasizing about having sex with my daughter. But after a while, I got used to it. It's not like I'm actually doing it, so what's the harm in thinking about it? "Honey... Daddy wants you!"

I couldn't help but roar, tilting my head back. The sensation of the black stockings on my glans transformed into a deadly pleasure that shot through my spine, then surged back to my swollen penis like an electric current. My overflowing lust, forming a white, cloudy semen, erupted from my urethra, splattering into the black stockings, so much so that it soaked through the stockings and dripped onto the floor. This ejaculation, much stronger than my previous masturbation, lasted for several seconds, so intense that I could barely breathe, leaving my mind blank.

When I came to my senses, I realized I shouldn't have ejaculated inside her. How was I going to clean it up? In a bit of a panic, I hurriedly stuffed the soiled pantyhose I'd smeared, along with today's dirty clothes, into the washing machine in the dead of night, ignoring the darkness. Half-asleep, I waited for the machine to finish and then immediately hung all the clothes out to dry before going to sleep.

My daughter usually gets up early to do laundry and make breakfast. The next morning, when she woke up, she found all the clothes washed and hanging on the balcony. She smiled sweetly at me, still half-asleep, and said, "Daddy's so sweet, you washed and hung all my clothes."

I nodded and smiled awkwardly, unaware that I'd been masturbating with her pantyhose and was doing chores to cover my tracks! The pleasurable experience of masturbating with my mistress's stockings wasn't a one-time thing. After getting a taste of pleasure, it became a habit. For several days in a row, I would wait for my daughter to finish her shower and come back to her room before stealing her pantyhose to ejaculate inside. Then, late at night, I would secretly throw them in the washing machine to wash them and hang them up to dry.

But after a while, one day, I don't know if I was too tired or what, but after ejaculating inside my daughter's pantyhose, I carelessly put them back in the laundry basket, thinking sleepily that since it was inside the sock, it wouldn't be so noticeable, and then I went back to my room for a long sleep. This one instance of laziness immediately had consequences.

The next morning, after getting up, I took my toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and went out of the bathroom to read the newspaper. I saw my daughter take the laundry basket to the washing machine and slowly take out the clothes one by one, putting them in. When she got to the black velvet pantyhose, she stopped, picked it up, and touched one of the stockings—which was half-stiffened from being soaked in semen—with a slightly puzzled look. She looked at it, even smelling it, and then looked at me with a confused expression. Meeting her questioning gaze, I quickly pretended nothing was wrong and continued brushing my teeth while looking down at the newspaper. My daughter probably didn't know what had stiffened the stockings, so she continued putting the pantyhose and other clothes into the laundry bag and washing machine.

I could only pray that she wouldn't discover what was stuck to the bottom of the stocking. Perhaps it was my imagination, but after that, occasionally when our eyes met, my daughter seemed to look at me for a few seconds longer. In contrast, feeling guilty, I became much more subdued, not daring to touch my daughter's stockings for several days, reverting to my old habit of watching porn in my room to release my desires. One evening, my daughter was studying at my desk as usual, while I relaxed and played computer games. Usually, my daughter wasn't bothered by me when I played games, probably because I kept the volume very low. She never complained, saying she was used to studying next to me and that the noise didn't matter. However, this evening, she seemed a little restless while studying, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye from time to time. Feeling uneasy under her gaze, I wondered if my previous actions had finally been exposed. "Daddy..."

my daughter finally looked up at me and called out softly. "What's wrong?"

I stopped typing on the keyboard and mouse, turning to see if my daughter had any homework questions to ask me. "I...I have something to ask Daddy...is that okay?"

"Huh? What is it?"

I was a little confused, because my daughter usually spoke directly about her homework, unlike this hesitant manner. My daughter stared at my face with her bright eyes, her delicate eyebrows twitching slightly as if in struggle, before she spoke with a determined look: "Today in nursing class at school, they talked about sex education for boys and girls, about boys'...you know..." My

daughter swallowed, "...little penis..."

"Huh?! Oh...that's normal..."

A small exclamation mark appeared in my mind. But I still pretended to be calm and answered: "It's normal, and then?"

"I...I want to see what a boy's...little penis looks like...is that okay..."

My daughter's voice grew softer and softer, and I could barely hear the last few words, but these words shocked me! "Oh haha, this...yes...okay."

For some reason, my answer was halting, but I didn't have any objection in my mind. Seeing my daughter blush and lower her head, too shy to look at me, stirred my heart. "Helping my little one familiarize herself with what's being taught in nursing class? No problem."

"Thank you, Daddy..."

My daughter still didn't raise her head; her shy expression was absolutely adorable! I turned to her, then, with a flourish, quickly pulled my casual pants down to below my knees, leaving only my boxer shorts. "Honey, you have to see..."

I then pulled the boxer shorts down in one swift motion. My still-soft penis dangled between my legs, swaying precariously in the still air. My daughter blushed and stared down at my manhood; her innocent gaze gave me a thrill of exhibitionism. Her beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, trembled slightly, the stockings rubbing together with a soft hissing sound—a sensual stimulation for someone like me who was addicted to masturbating with my daughter's stockings. "Ah...it's gotten bigger..."

my daughter said, somewhat surprised. Under my daughter's gaze, my previously limp penis began to swell violently, throbbing and erect. Within seconds, it was hard and ready for action, its tip pointing directly at my daughter's delicate face. The engorged shaft, covered in veins, was astonishingly larger than its original size, with half of the glans protruding from the taut foreskin due to the erection. "It's easier to see when it's bigger..."

I don't even know how I managed to say such a stupid thing. Lust began to overwhelm my brain, and my senses seemed to blur. I reached out and took my daughter's right hand, forcefully pulling it onto my throbbing member, my words becoming rough. "Honey, come and touch Daddy's cock."

My daughter's face was flushed, her soft, boneless hand offering no resistance. Under my guidance, she gently grasped my erect, enormous penis. Being held in that slender little hand made my shaft twitch with pleasure. “Daddy’s…”

my daughter said shyly. “Yes, it moves because it feels good. Honey, you can squeeze your hand a little tighter and move it down.”

My daughter obediently circled my hot penis with her hand and slowly slid it down, so that my foreskin completely retracted, revealing a bright red glans. “Ah… this… that layer that was covering it was the foreskin, and this red thing that came out is the glans.”

Although a wave of pleasure was rising from between my legs, I still pretended to be calm and explained to my daughter. Then I took her left hand and moved it to below my male symbol, letting her left hand hold my two testicles from below. “The one you’re touching with your left hand is the testicle. The sperm that makes girls give birth is produced here.”

As I explained, my breathing became rapid due to the waves of sexual stimulation, and the frequency of my swollen penis trembled higher. “Daddy’s penis keeps moving… is it because it feels good?”

my daughter asked softly. "Yes, it feels so good. Honey, make Daddy feel even better, okay?"

After I said that, my daughter blushed and nodded slightly, making my reason start to crumble. I grabbed my daughter's right hand and began to guide her to stroke my penis up and down, waves of deadly pleasure surging through my shaft. Seeing that my daughter's stroking was on track, I let go and asked my daughter, a little breathless, "Honey, can Daddy touch your legs?"

Seeing that my daughter didn't react, but only continued stroking, I assumed she had tacitly agreed to my request. My hands automatically rested on my daughter's beautiful legs in opaque black velvet stockings, gently stroking her sexy thighs covered in smooth silk. And my daughter wasn't just continuing to stroke my penis with her right hand; her left hand also instinctively stroked my testicles from below. Damn it, I was stroking my daughter's stockinged legs, and my daughter was giving her own father a handjob and caressing his testicles. This was too outrageous, too much! "Daddy, is it comfortable?"

my daughter asked in a soft voice. Unable to speak, I simply rubbed her silk-stockinged legs and nodded vigorously in agreement. In less than a few dozen seconds, my daughter was masturbating me, and I felt my swollen penis reach its limit, almost bursting. "Daddy's going to cum... ahh!"

With a low growl, streams of white semen shot forward onto my little beauty's thighs, tightly encased in black velvet stockings. My daughter stopped her stroking motion in surprise, and I quickly grabbed her hand and continued stroking my throbbing penis, letting the remaining streams of semen spray freely onto her alluring silk-stockinged legs. Several dozen seconds later, the powerful ejaculation finally subsided. I released my daughter's hand, slumped back into my chair, and gasped for breath. My daughter stared blankly at her stockings, now covered in a thick, white fluid of semen. She looked up at me, and as our eyes met, she seemed to remember something, her adorable cheeks flushing red. "So, the stuff on your stockings that day was Daddy's..."

Hearing this almost made me choke on my own saliva. I could only laugh awkwardly, "Hahaha, that was... hahaha..."

My daughter didn't scold me. She simply placed her hands tightly on her semen-stained knees, looked down at her legs that I had defiled, and softly said, "Thank you, Daddy, for helping me see Daddy's... that..."

Then, she suddenly got up shyly and ran out of my room. Sitting there, I was still panting, but in my heart I thought: I should be the one thanking you, for letting my own daughter help me masturbate. But thinking about it, it was really enjoyable; it felt so much better than masturbating myself... The next morning, I saw all the clothes hanging on the balcony to dry in the sun, including the black stockings I had soiled yesterday.

Breakfast was laid out on the table, but my daughter was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a note saying she'd gone to school. I guess what happened yesterday was a bit awkward, wasn't it? That evening, after dinner, my daughter came to my room to read as usual, her expression normal, just like always. But after what happened yesterday, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. My daughter was still wearing opaque black pantyhose under her school uniform skirt. I could feel those beautiful legs less than a dozen centimeters away from me, making my dormant beast in my pants throb again. As usual, my daughter asked me a question, pressing her whole body against me. I uncomfortably adjusted my tight crotch with my hand, a small movement my daughter noticed. "Daddy, is your...thing bigger?"

My daughter looked down at my crotch, then opened her bright eyes and asked. "Uh, yeah, hahaha...what's wrong with me..."

I chuckled awkwardly. "Why did it get bigger..."

my daughter asked, whether innocently or deliberately teasingly. "Because, because I saw you wearing pantyhose..."

I answered honestly. My daughter lowered her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Daddy likes your legs in pantyhose, right...?"

"Yes, because they're so pretty... and so nice to touch, so..."

Suddenly, my daughter reached out her soft little hand, took my hand, and placed it on her thigh. Then, blushing, she said, "If Daddy likes it, you can touch it yourself, Honey... Honey doesn't hate it when Daddy does this..."

Wait! What's going on? My mind went blank, but the silky touch on my hand wasn't lying. My hand involuntarily began to gently stroke my daughter's pantyhose-clad thigh, and my erection inside my pants swelled even more. "Daddy's feeling uncomfortable holding it in..."

With that, my daughter reached out and pulled down my zipper, causing my swollen, red penis to spring out forcefully. She then gently stroked it with her slender little hands. "Ahhh..."

The soft touch on my shaft felt incredibly good, and I couldn't help but moan. I quickly kicked off my pants and gently stroked my daughter's pantyhose-clad legs, enjoying the warm, silky smoothness beneath my palms. "Does Daddy feel good?"

My daughter asked softly, close to my ear, as she intensified her stroking motions. "Very...very good..."

In no time, I felt my penis become numb and tingling, almost ready to ejaculate. I quickly removed my daughter's hand, stopping the overwhelming pleasure. Then, under my daughter's questioning gaze, I remembered a scene from an adult film, got up from the chair and sat on the floor. I then used my daughter's small, stockinged feet to clamp my erect penis between her left and right legs, and then used my hands to hold her small feet, moving them up and down. "Daddy's so horny..."

My daughter, of course, had no idea that her beautiful feet could make me feel so good; she was just passively letting her sexy, stockinged feet be pulled up and down by me. After I felt that my daughter was starting to get used to this action and was using her feet to move my penis slightly on her own, I turned and braced myself on the ground with my hands to avoid collapsing from the intense pleasure. "This is called foot fetish..."

I said breathlessly, resisting the waves of stimulation coming from my penis. "Does this feel good?"

"Mmm, it feels so good, Honey, you're so good at it..."

"You're so annoying!"

my daughter scolded shyly, but the speed of her movements with her two stockinged little feet increased. Lubricating pre-ejaculate dripped from my urethra, soaking her black stockinged little feet. "Honey, how about you do this for Daddy every day from now on?"

I asked, my mind filled with desire, my breath coming in heavy gasps. "If Daddy likes it..."

Honey stared intently at my swollen penis and answered shyly. "Ahhh, I'm... I'm going to cum!"

I couldn't resist the deadly pleasure and groaned, tilting my head back. The thick penis trapped between her little feet trembled and gushed white semen upwards from my urethra like a fountain, then dripped down onto her cute stockinged little feet. This ejaculation lasted for more than ten seconds, leaving my vision blank, so intense it felt like it was draining my brain. My daughter's feet continued to move up and down, extracting the semen from my penis until ejaculation was completely over. Then she gently placed her feet on my thighs, her stockinged feet, still wet with semen, lightly rubbing against my thighs, making me thoroughly enjoy the afterglow of the climax. "Honey, you're so good..."

I sighed softly, stroking my daughter's stockinged legs. She didn't say anything, just continued rubbing her stockinged feet against my thighs. After a long while, once my penis had completely softened, she got up to clean herself in the bathroom. After calming down, I wondered if it was true that my daughter said she would do this for me from now on...? After yesterday's events, my daughter still got up early to wash and hang up the clothes, then prepared breakfast for me. When I sat at the table in my pajamas, I saw that my daughter had already changed into her school uniform, ready to go to class at any moment. "Daddy, I'm going to school now,"

my daughter said, planning to leave early for morning self-study, just like usual. Just seeing my daughter walk into the entryway to put on her shoes, her alluring buttocks raised high, gracefully slipping her school shoes into her small feet clad in semi-transparent black stockings, had already ignited a fierce desire within me this morning. "Honey, don't go yet, come here for a second."

I swallowed hard and beckoned her over. She glanced at me, puzzled, but obediently and deftly took off her shoes and slowly walked to my side. "Come here, let Daddy hug you..."

I pulled her over, filled with lust, and made her sit on my lap. "Ah, Daddy..."

Before she could react, I quickly pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down to my knees, pressing my erect penis against her sexy, shapely buttocks clad in semi-transparent black stockings, then ran my hands back and forth caressing her beautiful, stockinged legs that I so desperately wanted to possess. "Let Daddy touch you..."

"Daddy's so horny..."

Although she said I was horny, her body offered no resistance. I repeatedly engaged in increasingly incestuous and lewd acts with my daughter, yet I felt no guilt whatsoever. I guess I really am a pervert deep down. I held my daughter's buttocks, repeatedly thrusting my penis back and forth against her stocking-clad genitals. Even through the stockings and underwear, my daughter trembled from the stimulation of the erection. "Honey, can you help Daddy come?"

I asked breathlessly as I thrust into her from below. "Honey, I have to go to class later..."

I could hear the difficulty in my daughter's voice. Yes, hearing what my daughter said, I had no choice but to stop. After all, my daughter had to go straight to class. Did I expect her to spray all over her legs like yesterday? But even though my daughter said that, after feeling the thing that had been thrusting against her stop, she started rubbing her buttocks against my still-erect penis. "Or... how about this..."

Mi'er thought for a moment, stood up from me, turned to face me, and then knelt down in front of my legs. She gently cupped my swollen penis in her hands and stared intently at my throbbing member. This, this position, this angle, could it be... Ahhh! That's it! Suddenly, my daughter lowered her head and swallowed my purplish-red glans with her tender, pink lips, and began to move it back and forth. "Oh...!"

The sudden stimulation made me scream. How did Mi'er know this trick? As if sensing my inner doubts, Mi'er spat out my veiny penis, then looked up at me with her big, watery eyes and said, "A girl in my class taught me this. She said boys like it this way..."

Then she lowered her head and swallowed my penis again. Who the hell taught you this trick?! It's amazing! I gripped the chair tightly to brace myself for ejaculating during this unexpected attack. Although my daughter wasn't using her tongue much, just moving my large penis back and forth in her mouth, watching my manhood thrusting in and out of a beautiful girl's alluring mouth was still incredibly pleasurable, making me want to scream for help. Holding onto the chair, I leaned back, feeling like I was about to lose my balance and fall backward. I glanced down and suddenly, as if spotting a target, quickly reached forward and grabbed my daughter's breasts. Even through her uniform and bra, I could still feel the wonderful softness and elasticity of her skin.

My daughter's breasts trembled slightly from the sudden attack, but her mouth continued moving my penis back and forth, which I knew meant she tacitly approved of my groping. Taking advantage of the situation, I slowly slipped my hands under her uniform and into her bra, directly fondling her full 32C breasts. The soft breasts seemed to have a suction force, drawing my hands deep into them. With a swift movement of my wrists, I pulled the two breasts out of their bra, making them taut above the uniform and bra, a truly erotic sight. My daughter's soft breasts were as white as snow, with two adorable pink nipples at their tips, standing erect on equally pink areolas.

My hands continued to knead my daughter's breasts, causing her to moan softly in protest as she sucked on my penis. I only regretted not discovering sooner that besides her irresistibly beautiful legs, my daughter also possessed a pair of alluring, snow-white breasts. My penis was being served by my daughter's slightly inexperienced yet tender pink lips, and my hands had a pair of firm, white breasts to play with. Overwhelmed by lust, I soon felt my entire penis trembling violently, yearning for climax. "Honey, Daddy's here...!"

My daughter's mouth continued its work without stopping, still stroking my jade pestle that was on the verge of exploding. Finally, stimulated by a jolt of electric pleasure, my huge glans trembled and spurted out stream after stream of thick semen in my daughter's mouth.

My daughter stopped swallowing and endured my repeated ejaculations. I could almost feel the force of my semen gushing into her throat. After several more intense spurts, her small mouth seemed unable to hold the obviously large amount of semen; visibly, the white liquid was overflowing from the corners of her mouth. Then, as if unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth and spat out my penis, allowing me to spray the last few spurts of my thick, lustful fluid onto her pink and lovely face. One, two, three… My daughter puffed out her cheeks, closed her eyes, and welcomed my spray until my powerful ejaculation was over. Only then did she open her lovely eyes, look at me, and swallow all of my thick fluid with a gurgling sound. Seeing my daughter swallow all the semen in her mouth, I was so surprised that I gasped and asked, "Honey, why did you swallow it all?!"

Tears welled in her eyes; she was clearly still uncomfortable from almost choking on my semen. She just looked at me with those adorable big eyes and said, "Because it's Daddy's stuff, Honey is willing..."

Ignoring the semen still clinging to her face, I picked her up and kissed her hard on the lips. Surprised, she quickly responded. Being her first kiss, she didn't know any kissing techniques at first. I just kissed her soft lips tightly, moved, and tried to suck the remaining semen from her mouth. She felt a suction in my mouth, and I stuck my tongue into hers, licking her lips as if prying something open, causing her to extend her little tongue in response. Although it smelled a little like semen, and my own semen got on my face when I rubbed it against my daughter's (haha!), I thoroughly enjoyed our first kiss. Before, I was only filled with desire, but it seemed that only now did I feel a kind of devoted love from my daughter. We intertwined our tongues, sucking each other's saliva, lost in the moment for a long time. We didn't separate until we were breathless. "Daddy..."

My daughter's eyes were filled with glistening tears, but she had a smile on her lips. She hugged my neck tightly as if she didn't want me to breathe. "Haha, silly honey."

I cupped my daughter's face and kissed her deeply again before saying, "Shy face, go wash your face and go to school."

My daughter then realized that my semen was still on her face, and she hurriedly got up shyly and ran to the bathroom behind her, leaving me sitting on the chair, panting, using toilet paper to clean my now limp penis. Really, I'm finding myself getting more and more lewd! On Saturday, as I groggily emerged from my room to have brunch, I found my daughter had already cleaned the house and prepared lunch, waiting for me to eat together. "Wow, this is such a feast!"

I exclaimed, picking up a piece of braised beef short rib with my fingers, only to be slapped away by her little hand. "You naughty daddy, why use your hands when there are chopsticks and bowls?"

I chuckled and sat down, ready to wolf down my food. Then I asked, "Why did you cook such a lavish meal today?"

"No, it's just that yesterday Daddy had… um… um… my classmate said it's good to replenish…"

My daughter blushed as she spoke. Hey, hey, hey, which classmate did you tell? Although I didn't feel guilty (or rather, my guilt had long been overwhelmed by desire), could I really tell her this? "Um… what did you tell your classmate?"

I asked, trying to sound calm. "Everything,"

my daughter replied without hesitation. "Ah!?"

I exclaimed in surprise. "Oh, it's okay, my classmate was with his dad and brother, um...um..."

Then my daughter couldn't continue. With his dad and brother?! These days, anything can happen. Looks like I'm not the most outrageous one, am I? "Daddy, hurry up and eat, then we can go shopping."

My daughter said with a smile, resting her cheeks on her hands. "What shopping?"

I asked innocently, chewing my food. "Daddy said he'd go shopping with me...it's Christmas today!"

My daughter pretended to be angry and pouted, but her feigned anger was so adorable that I was stunned! I stared at my daughter for a while, until she felt embarrassed and nudged me with her elbow to signal me to continue eating. After dinner, I quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans and prepared to go out with my daughter. She, on the other hand, was wearing a fitted pink long-sleeved top with a pink baseball jacket, a pale yellow pleated skirt that only reached mid-thigh, and the pink and white sheer tights I'd been wanting to see her in, paired with brown ankle boots. Her figure was curvaceous, with large breasts, a slim waist, and long legs… Is this the figure and outfit a 13-year-old girl should have? “Staring blankly, you stinky daddy?”

Seeing me staring at her, my daughter knew I was probably mesmerized by the pretty girl, and she pulled me out to catch the bus to the mall. The bus to the mall was incredibly crowded on Saturday. We'd only been on for one stop when we were already squeezed into the very corner of the standing area.

Normally, the jostling on the bus wouldn't be so bad, but now I was sitting in front of a 13-year-old girl in stockings! Almost face-to-face with my daughter's back, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, the beast hidden beneath my jeans began to swell uncontrollably. My daughter clearly felt something pressing against her buttocks, turning around to glare at me reproachfully, but then adjusted her position, making us even closer and blocking the view of other passengers, snuggling into my arms.

My penis, throbbing in my pants, rubbed against my daughter's buttocks, clad in a pleated skirt, with the swaying of the bus. Lustful as I was, I wouldn't miss the chance to grope my daughter, so I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently kneading her beautiful buttocks encased in pinkish-white sheer pantyhose. Although I couldn't quite tell what material her underwear was made of, the ultra-thin white pantyhose felt like touching a second skin, incredibly comfortable. Feeling my penis throbbing painfully in my pants, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching. I pulled back one hand, unzipped my jeans, and took my penis out of my underwear, flicking it forcefully against my daughter's bouncy, pantyhose-clad buttocks. My daughter seemed oblivious to my intentions until I slightly bent my legs and inserted my swollen penis between her slender thighs from below her buttocks. She then realized I had already pulled my penis out.

Feeling the heat and hardness of my penis, my body suddenly trembled slightly as if electrocuted, allowing my thick shaft to penetrate even deeper into her legs, tightly gripped by her stockinged thighs. "Huff, huff..."

I began to slowly thrust my penis back and forth between my daughter's legs, my heavy breaths spraying behind her ear, clearly further stimulating her, causing her to tremble. "Honey, be good, moving around will make people see..."

I whispered in her ear, lightly kissing it. Hearing my words, my daughter, though still trembling, no longer tried to resist my lewd acts. I pressed my advantage, continuing to knead her stocking-clad buttocks with one hand, while my other hand slipped under her pink top, slightly lifting her bra, and directly grasping her 32C breasts hidden beneath her clothes. I not only freely enjoyed the soft touch of her nipples with my entire palm, but also gently caressed and rubbed the clitoris with my fingers.

From the side, I could see a blush rising on my daughter's lovely cheeks, her mouth tightly closed as if trying to suppress something, her whole body trembling uncontrollably from this lewd game in public. My penis thrust back and forth between my daughter's legs; I could feel the continuous warm, wet sensation at the tip of my shaft. My daughter must have found it very stimulating, right? My daughter, seemingly to coordinate with my movements, slightly tiptoed, making it easier for my penis to slide between her legs; and she moved one hand between her legs, gently stroking my very large glans, already moistened with pre-ejaculate, in sync with the thrusting motion of my thick penis. "Honey, this feels so good..."

I whispered in my daughter's ear on the crowded bus. My right hand held a pair of soft, tender breasts to caress, while my left hand stroked her sexy buttocks encased in delicate pinkish-white sheer stockings. My penis was being thrust in and out between her stockinged thighs… It felt amazing! My hips swayed back and forth with the bus's movement, like in an adult film, thrusting my thick penis between my daughter's legs.

There were stops at each stop for passengers to get on and off, but as usual, we all got off at the shopping mall stop. To avoid everyone leaving at once and us being exhausted, I increased the speed of my thrusting. Stimulated by multiple factors of pleasure, I soon felt my penis swelling to its limit. My daughter seemed to notice that the weapon between her legs had grown even larger, and she squeezed her stockinged legs even tighter, intensifying my pleasure. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I thrust forward hard, the head of my penis against my daughter's warm palm, and a torrent of hot semen shot out. My hands gripped my daughter's breasts and her stockinged thighs tightly, releasing a torrent of desire into her palms. The ejaculation was so powerful that some semen splashed back onto her stockings, while most dripped down her hands and onto the bus floor. The ejaculation

didn't stop until quite a while later, and the bus was filled with a lewd masculine scent; it seemed many people had noticed. Having finished, before even reaching the mall, I hastily shoved my now-soft penis back into my pants, zipped up, and grabbed my daughter, whose hands were still covered in semen, as if fleeing for our lives! After getting off the bus, we quickly ran into the alley. We caught our breath, and looking up, we saw we were standing in a hotel…!? “Honey, let’s go in… and rest for a bit, okay…?”

Although I had just ejaculated powerfully into my daughter’s palms, I still felt the desire deep within me hadn’t subsided; in fact, it had intensified. "Is this the place where boys and girls...do that?"

"Um...I can't take it anymore, I want to...make love with Honey."

It was the first time I'd uttered the words "make love," honestly expressing my intentions. Honey stood there for a moment, then leaned into my arms, hugging my waist, and whispered against my chest, "Whatever Daddy says..."

I took my daughter to the counter, quickly paid, and got a room. We took the elevator to our room. I took off my shoes and socks and sat on the bed. My daughter went into the bathroom to wash her hands, which were covered in my semen, then came out and sat on the bed, leaning tightly against my shoulder, trembling slightly. I turned my head, supporting my daughter's shoulders, staring into her large, watery eyes, without saying a word, but gently kissing her pink lips. After our last kiss, my daughter seemed to have gradually become familiar with the feeling, her tongue gently intertwining with mine. I suckled on my daughter's lips, my hands also wandering restlessly over her body, taking off her coat and lifting her pink top. "I love these two things so much, can Daddy see them?"

I said, pulling away from her lips and gazing at her breasts, still covered by her cute white bra. "Daddy, you're bad..."

My daughter's shy reply only fueled my desire. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her two 32C snow-white breasts from their confinement. The bouncy orbs bounced up and down a few times, and I quickly reached out and grabbed the two still-swaying breasts. Driven by desire, I accidentally squeezed too hard. "Ah..."

Honey frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, Daddy grabbed too hard..."

I changed to gentle caresses, stroking those breasts that I could never tire of playing with, kneading the soft orbs in circles. My daughter closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses. In no time, I could feel her two small nipples become engorged and erect, two adorable little pink buds on her mochi-like white breasts. I lowered my head and suckled on my daughter's nipples, feeling her whole body tremble slightly; I knew she definitely liked it.

I alternated between sucking on her two teardrop-shaped, perky breasts, sometimes sucking them with my whole mouth, sometimes teasing them with my tongue, and sometimes gently pinching and biting them with my teeth. My daughter let out soft, beautiful moans, making my monstrous erection, which had just ejaculated on the bus, swell and hard again. Unwilling to accept the attack, my daughter attempted a counterattack. She unzipped my jeans, releasing my already swollen and red penis, which had already ejaculated once. She rubbed it a few times with her small hand, then broke free from my assault. Sitting on the floor, she took my still-wet, unwashed penis into her mouth. "Oh...so good...so good..."

Although her oral skills were still somewhat clumsy, she added tongue movements, teasing my penis back and forth, licking the glans like a popsicle, making me lose all sense of pleasure. Recalling the 69 scenes I'd seen in porn, I lifted my daughter up and turned her around, so I was lying on the bed facing her genitals. She continued to perform oral sex on me from above with her cherry-like mouth. Without waiting for my daughter's consent, I tore open the crotch of her pinkish-white sheer pantyhose, pulled her already wet silver-white silk panties to the side, and licked her vulva with my tongue. "Ahhh…!"

I knew my daughter had reached her climax. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly flipped her over, my still-erect penis beneath me. I lifted her still-on pale yellow pleated skirt to her waist, kneeling between her spread pink and white pantyhose-clad legs. I pressed my thick, throbbing member against the entrance of her wet, slippery vulva, my eyes questioning her. My daughter, her eyes still hazy from the afterglow of her climax, nodded slightly, agreeing to my intrusion. I grasped her pantyhose-clad buttocks, and with each thrust of my hips, my swollen, purplish-red glans slowly parted her delicate pink labia, pushing forward. Half of my glans entered her hot, wet vulva. My daughter kept her eyes tightly shut, as if surrendering to my will. My uncontrollable desire drove me to continue thrusting my penis into that wet, tight secret garden. I hadn't gone far when I felt something hit me. I held my daughter tightly around the waist and thrust harder, finally breaking through the thin barrier despite the suffocating pressure. "...It hurts...!"

Two crystal tears slid down my daughter's cheeks. I bent down and licked away her tears with my tongue. She opened her eyes, looking at me pitifully, and said, "Daddy, I love you..."

"Honey, Daddy loves you..."

Unable to suppress the emotions and desires surging within me any longer, I began to thrust my weapon into my daughter's private garden. The tight, wet, and sweet passage sucked at my penis. My daughter endured the pain of losing her virginity, but she gritted her teeth and tried her best to withstand my penetration, which moved me even more.

I slowly but powerfully pumped in and out of my thick penis, letting my daughter adjust to my penis. My hands gently caressed my daughter's thighs, clad in pink and white sheer stockings, while I suckled at her nipples like a nursing infant, as if trying to draw out milk. My daughter clearly enjoyed the stimulation of her breasts, letting out soft, sweet moans amidst the pain. After she adjusted, my lower body slowly accelerated, thrusting my thick, swollen penis into her newfound flower path. "Daddy loves me, Daddy loves Honey a little more..."

Could I refuse my daughter's pleading, tearful desire? With each thrust, my daughter let out a soft, alluring moan. Her petite yet shapely body swayed back and forth with my increasingly rapid thrusts, her small hands wrapped around my neck, and her beautiful legs, encased in sheer white stockings, unconsciously wrapped around my waist, seemingly yearning for more. I explored this virgin territory, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I don't know how long this thrusting went on, but I know my movements became faster and faster, and my daughter swayed more and more, her moans turning into soft gasps, and her voice becoming sweeter and sweeter. Her beautiful legs in stockings were wrapped around my back, soaked with my sweat, and rubbed against my waist and back with each thrust, the silky contact feeling incredibly comfortable.

Finally, just as I was about to erupt, unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure, I gripped my daughter's stocking-clad buttocks tightly, then lowered my face and kissed her wet lips fiercely, sucking on her saliva. My daughter, lost in passion, wanted to cry out, but I silenced her with a kiss, leaving her with her eyes closed as she endured my kiss and my thrusts.

I thrust my penis forward with all my might, as if piercing through something, reaching the deepest part of her secret garden. Feeling the spasms and the rush of hot, wet liquid, my tingling penis opened wide and ejaculated a torrent of white semen, spraying countless offspring into the deepest part of my beautiful daughter's tender body, each spurt like a powerful bullet.

My daughter, tears streaming down her face, endured my forceful ejaculation, feeling both pleasure and ecstasy. Her beautiful legs wrapped tightly around my waist, like her tight, secret flower, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of my semen. After both my daughter and I had reached our climax, I collapsed onto her, utterly exhausted.

Her legs, encased in pantyhose, also fell limply to her sides, and she breathed heavily, still entwined with me. Once she caught her breath, I withdrew my semi-erect penis from her. A thick, white fluid, a mixture of our bodily fluids, gushed out, leaving her stunned, unaware that she could produce so much.

Looking at her lovely face, flushed with the afterglow of her climax, I couldn't resist kissing her deeply again, wanting to feel our love a little more, just a little more. After having sex with my daughter, the air in the house seemed to turn pink. Having tasted the sweetness of love for the first time, we couldn't stop. As soon as we got home, I would grab my daughter, lift her skirt, pull down her pantyhose, and start having sex. My daughter's young body, only 13 years old, possessed both sweet innocence and sexy maturity, squeezing me so tightly each time that I felt incredibly good and just wanted to scream for help. Each time, she cried out, "No more, no more!" "Ah... Daddy... harder...!"

My daughter was still wearing her school uniform and black opaque pantyhose. I pulled her pantyhose and underwear up to her thighs and placed her on the sofa, penetrating her from behind. Although we had had many sexual encounters since our first time, my daughter's vagina remained as tight and wet as the first time. "Honey, will you let Daddy cum inside later?"

I gently patted my daughter's shapely buttocks covered by pantyhose, speaking while my hips continued to thrust back and forth, my thick, long penis violently pounding into her lower body. "...!"

My daughter was almost unable to utter any meaningful words from my thrusts, but I knew she wanted me to cum inside her. Our first time making love was a bit unexpected. After that, we tried condoms, but neither my daughter nor I liked the feeling of having a barrier between us. We wanted to melt together without any barriers. So my daughter started taking birth control pills, which not only helped regulate her periods and stabilize contraception, but most importantly, allowed me to ejaculate inside her every time. Not only did I get to satisfy my sense of conquest, but my daughter also enjoyed the feeling of her belly being filled with my hot semen. Just as I was vigorously thrusting into my daughter, the phone in the living room rang. I answered the phone, but my hip movements didn't stop at all. "Ah, it's me, Auntie. Hmm, Mina can't. No problem, Mi'er and I will definitely come. Okay... Goodbye!"

I quickly hung up the phone and focused my attention back on my daughter's sexy body. Although my daughter was disheveled from my lovemaking, she still turned around and looked at me with a charming gaze, as if asking who had just called. "It's my auntie. She said she's getting married this Saturday back in our hometown and that we absolutely have to come."

My auntie is my wife's youngest sister, but there's a bit of an age gap between them, so she's only 27. Although we haven't seen each other for a year or two, my auntie and my daughter are very close. Since my wife is often away from home, she occasionally buys my daughter snacks and toys. My auntie is very pretty; I wonder what kind of person she's married to. I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have seen her wearing stockings a few times… "Daddy's gotten bigger again… ah…!"

Perhaps it was because I was thinking about my auntie wearing stockings that I hadn't seen in so long, but my penis thrust harder and more vigorously. Even my daughter noticed the change; her alluring secret garden clenched even tighter. "Hoo hoo, Daddy's going to cum, all of it for Honey...!"

I gripped my daughter's two large breasts hanging in front of her chest, and with one last, fierce thrust, I slammed my glans into the very bottom of her secret garden, my thick, swollen penis trembling as it sprayed out seeds of lust deep within her flower, watering the 13-year-old girl's womb... It was already past midnight when my daughter and I boarded the long-distance night bus. Before long, all the other passengers were fast asleep. We sat at the very back of the bus, my daughter leaning against me, and quickly fell asleep as well. Even on a night bus, my daughter was still dressed beautifully, in a purple ensemble: a purple top, a purple pencil skirt, purple opaque pantyhose, and purple high heels. Seeing that my daughter was asleep, I thought that since I had nothing else to do, touching her stockinged legs for a bit of fun wouldn't hurt. So I started reaching out and stroking my daughter's purple pantyhose thighs.

Seeing that my daughter didn't react and seemed to be really asleep, while the surrounding passengers were already snoring, I, emboldened by lust, simply pulled out my penis, which had begun to harden from stroking my daughter's beautiful legs, and began masturbating with one hand on her stockings and the other. Just as I was about to climax, I frantically released my daughter's thighs to find some toilet paper to catch my semen, but a small hand reached out from the side and tightly wrapped around my penis, preventing me from ejaculating. "Daddy is so naughty, sneaking around like this..."

I don't know if it was because I moved too much or what, but my daughter actually woke up! "Honey's awake...hehe..."

With my manhood caught and unable to ejaculate, I could only laugh awkwardly. "I've been awake for a while, watching Daddy play with his penis for a long time..."

my daughter said softly, looking around to make sure the nearby passengers were asleep, then lifting her tight skirt, quickly tearing open the crotch of her purple pantyhose, and then adjusting her position to face me and sitting on me. "Play with Honey..."

How could I refuse? I leaned forward slightly, quickly pulled aside the panties beneath my stockings (which had a small hole in them), grabbed my daughter's waist, and pressed down, thrusting my already erect penis into her vagina. My daughter had just been watching me masturbate, and her vagina was completely wet; she was practically ready for anything. Truly, she was the wanton beauty I had trained! This reminded me of my first time with my daughter. We were standing on a bus, secretly caressing and rubbing until I ejaculated. Although it was a long-distance bus now, the secret pleasure of being discovered was exactly the same! And back then I had completely covered my daughter; now it was obvious—a girl sitting on a boy's lap, rocking back and forth. If anyone nearby woke up, they would see everything! My daughter clearly knew this needed to be quick, and with small but very rapid movements, she sat on my lap, rapidly using her tight vagina to manipulate my swollen weapon. I kneaded my daughter's firm buttocks and slender, shapely legs in stockings, thrusting upwards into her tight, enticing flower path in rhythm with her movements. "And here, Daddy needs to love you..."

my daughter whispered softly in my ear, then lifted her purple top and lace bra, thrusting one breast into my mouth. Of course, I had milk to suckle, sucking hard on her soft, large breast while teasing her small, adorable nipple with my tongue. Her two breasts, though soft as marshmallows, were incredibly elastic, defying gravity and standing erect like water droplets. With our rhythmic movements, the other breast, not yet touched by my tongue, swayed violently—truly a deadly, exquisitely erotic breast. Under the influence of the stimulating and lewd atmosphere, our movements, though small, were rapid and forceful, each impact producing a sound that seemed to faintly echo in the back of the passenger compartment. "Daddy's about to cum, where do you want me to cum..."

As I alternately suckled at my daughter's breasts, I asked in a low, suppressed voice, "Shoot outside, shoot outside, otherwise... clean... clean... ahh..."

My daughter was clearly too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak coherently. "It's too late!"

Partly because my daughter was pinning me down, and partly because the intense pleasure was too stimulating, I reached my climax and almost without any resistance, completely ejaculating inside my daughter. Wave after wave, I could almost hear the muffled thuds as my semen hit her clitoris. My daughter's beautiful legs in stockings were tightly clamped between my thighs, so tightly that it hurt me. This maddeningly pleasurable ejaculation lasted for several seconds, and the amount of semen was definitely large.

But because of my daughter's orgasm, her vagina was tightly closed, locking all the hot semen inside her vagina. After we both calmed down from the afterglow of our orgasm, we realized that things were not going to be easy. My daughter, her hands trembling, pulled a handkerchief from her bag and covered the area where we were joined. She slowly stood up, and just as my still-swollen penis withdrew from her vagina, she used the handkerchief to stop the large amount of our mixed semen and vaginal fluid from spilling out. I quickly grabbed the paper cup we used for oden in the car and placed it on her genitals to catch it. As soon as she removed the handkerchief, her vulva relaxed, and I saw a large amount of white fluid pouring down from her narrow opening. Most of it flowed into the cup, and a small portion ran onto her thighs and purple pantyhose. I quickly pulled out tissues from my backpack to catch it and wipe it away.

If I didn't deal with it properly now, what would happen when my aunt and uncle came to pick us up and saw us in this mess? Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. Looking to the side, I saw a young woman sitting across the aisle had woken up and was staring at us, her face flushed. Startled, my daughter quickly pulled down her shirt and bra, then grabbed the paper cup of oden filled with sticky liquid and darted back to where she had been sitting. I quickly shoved my still wet and semi-erect penis back into my pants, zipped up, and put my index finger to my lips, making a farewell gesture to the young woman who was awkwardly watching us. She blushed and nodded, then turned her head away, whether pretending to be asleep or really asleep, I couldn't tell. My daughter next door pinched my arm hard, glaring at me with a mixture of shame and anger, saying, "You stinky daddy! You saw everything! And you ejaculated inside! You bad guy! The worst!"

Hahaha~ I could only continue to laugh awkwardly…! It was already early morning when we arrived. We went to the restrooms at the drop-off point to clean up the traces of our passionate encounter on the bus, and after waiting a few minutes, we met my aunt, whom we hadn't seen for almost two years. My aunt drove herself to the bus station to pick us up, which surprised me a bit, because I thought a bride-to-be getting married at this time of year would be very busy. "Zhang Xuan and Mi'er, Auntie's here!"

I saw her stop her car and roll down the window to call out to us from afar. I grabbed my daughter's hand and ran over quickly, opening the car door and getting in. "Auntie, why did you come by yourself? Shouldn't you be very busy now?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've seen you two, of course I had to come myself."

My aunt let out a clear, bell-like laugh, sounding very happy. Sitting in the back seat, I glanced at my aunt driving through the rearview mirror. It had been almost two years since I last saw her, and her already fresh and lovely face had gained an added touch of mature femininity. "Mi'er is getting more and more beautiful! She's become a little beauty just like your mother!"

As she drove, my aunt also glanced at my daughter and me through the rearview mirror. For a moment, her beautiful, slender eyes met mine, making me feel a little embarrassed, and I quickly looked away. "No, Auntie is prettier! I'm so envious! I want to grow up quickly and become a beauty like Auntie."

"Haha, you're so sweet! Auntie has a gift for your best girl, Mi'er!"

Auntie smiled happily. "What is it?"

"You'll find out soon!"

Auntie smiled mysteriously. When we arrived at Auntie's house, the answer was revealed: a pink cheongsam embroidered with beautiful patterns, paired with a pair of red high heels. My daughter was overjoyed to receive her beautiful new clothes. She found a guest room in Auntie's house and went in to change into the cheongsam. Auntie sat on the sofa in the living room, propping her chin up with her feet and smiling at me. Her legs, encased in sheer skin-colored pantyhose, were crossed, her toes dangling from her slippers. Those slender, long legs made me a little dizzy... "Daddy, come here..."

My daughter opened the door a crack and beckoned me in. I obediently accepted the invitation and went inside. As soon as I entered, my daughter gently closed the door and turned to me, saying, "Daddy, help me zip up the back

of my cheongsam." Apparently, she couldn't zip up the back of her cheongsam herself. I helped her zip it up, and she straightened the cheongsam she was wearing for the first time, then twirled in front of me: "Does Honey look good?"

Does she look good...? Honestly, she looked absolutely stunning! The form-fitting cheongsam perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Her breasts were defined, her waist was defined, and her hips were defined. The perfect S-curve formed by her breasts and shapely hips was breathtaking; her long, black hair was neatly styled, revealing her slender and beautiful neck. What made my blood rush was that Honey was wearing a pair of shimmering, sheer pantyhose, just like her aunt… "Honey, why…why are you wearing pantyhose…"

I could hear the rapid breathing in my own voice. “Because I have to wear high heels… Auntie said it’s easier to put them on this way…”

The moment my daughter slipped her feet into the high heels, I, unable to control my rising desire, gave her a hard bear hug from behind, forcing her against the wall. “Daddy, what are you doing…”

“Shh…”

I quickly covered her mouth from behind, while pulling down my zipper, freeing my already swollen and erect penis, which pressed straight against my daughter’s beautiful buttocks clad in a pink cheongsam. “Give Daddy a turn, quick…”

“Ouch! Daddy’s so horny…”

Although a little unwilling, my daughter spoke softly, showing no signs of resistance. As I quickly pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her thighs, I noticed that her genitals were already wet and slippery. "Huh? Why is it all wet all of a sudden?"

I reached out and explored my daughter's secret garden, holding my wet hand up to her face and asking with feigned curiosity. "Ugh..."

My daughter, with her back to me, impatiently reached down and grabbed my big cock that was still pressing against her buttocks, automatically pushing it into her beautiful hole. "If you're going to do it to Honey... hurry up... otherwise Auntie will find out..."

I chuckled twice, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and moved my legs forward so that they could press tightly against my daughter's legs, which were covered by flesh-colored sheer pantyhose. The half of my swollen glans, which my daughter had willingly inserted into her flower hole, slowly but powerfully forced open the two cute petals covering it with the movement of my waist, gradually probing into that tight, tempting, sweet flower path. "Ugh... Oh my god... It's so tight... Daddy's going to cum...!"

She realized then that her daughter was wearing high heels. Women wearing high heels often clench their legs and hips even tighter due to the exertion of their leg and gluteal muscles. Could that be the reason? "I also feel Daddy's is so big... It's so full... It's completely stuffed..."

her daughter groaned, gritting her teeth in apparent pain. I endured the intense, almost painful tightness, and, succumbing to my desire, began thrusting my thick, long penis behind her, pumping vigorously in and out of her hot, wet vagina. This was our first time trying the standing doggy style, and with Auntie in the living room outside, the lewd atmosphere made us especially excited. Her vaginal canal gripped my burning shaft tightly, making each thrust a desperate struggle against the overwhelming pleasure. "So good, so comfortable... Faster...!"

My daughter moaned softly, pleading for my advances. Not wanting to disappoint her, I unzipped the zipper I'd just pulled up, reached into her breasts, and grabbed her firm yet tender, snow-white breasts. I kneaded them like dough, while simultaneously pinching her hardening nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Ahhh..."

she cried out, her sweet, almost plaintive moans further fueling my incestuous desires. My thick penis thrust relentlessly into her secret garden, the folds of her vaginal canal undulating with each thrust, bringing both of us insane pleasure. Her vagina grew increasingly wet and hot, the fluids increasing, mingling with my own and turning into a white, frothy liquid that slowly dripped from our joined genitals, staining her sheer, shiny pantyhose. Seeing that dragging things out would only make the situation worse, I pushed my thrusting speed to its highest point, intending to push us both to the peak of sexual pleasure as quickly as possible. My daughter's buttocks received my rapid thrusts, making a slapping sound in the empty room. Although it wasn't loud, I wondered if my aunt in the living room would hear it. As my thrusting speed increased violently, I felt my daughter

's entire body tense to the point of near-limit. "No...no...ah...!" With a sweet moan of desperate restraint, my daughter's tight flower-like opening gripped my penis tightly, pouring hot, lustful nectar onto my tip, reaching orgasm, which also caused my long-suppressed desire to finally erupt. I pressed my legs tightly against my daughter's beautiful legs clad in sheer, skin-colored stockings, and thrust my swollen, incredibly powerful penis deep into the depths of her body, letting the seeds of desire erupt violently from my urethra, wave after wave, seemingly endless. This intense climax seemed to drain everything from my daughter and me, melting our souls together through the peak of incestuous intercourse. After what felt like an eternity, I finally ejaculated, caressing my daughter's sheer pantyhose pulled up between her thighs, enjoying the silky feel, while continuing to savor the afterglow of my climax with my penis inside her vagina. My daughter, pressed against the wall, lazily turned her head to kiss me, our tongues intertwining as we exchanged saliva. "Is this suitable, Honey... ah...!"

Unexpectedly, the door opened as the question was asked. My aunt, who had pushed open the door, stared wide-eyed, speechless, at the incestuous father and daughter maintaining their standing, back-to-back position. In my extreme tension, I immediately withdrew my semi-erect penis from my daughter's vagina, bringing with it a large pool of white, mixed fluid, which dripped onto the crotch of her pantyhose. Now, anyone could see what had happened; no explanation was needed. But what happened next was another immoral and lewd story…

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