A Happy Family (Father, Son, and Daughter-in-Law) [Complete]

That day, my friend Yangyang told me a shocking secret: he had maintained a homosexual relationship with his father for nearly twenty years. I was so shocked that I collapsed onto the sofa, speechless for a long time… To more realistically portray their relationship, I will narrate the following story in the first person, "I."

It was a summer when I was eighteen.

My mother died early, and my father practically raised me. I was used to him bathing me, and I often bathed with him. However, that summer when I was eighteen, that night, when we went into the bathroom to shower together, I noticed something was off about my father. His face had a youthful flush. He didn't say anything, repeatedly scrubbing his strong body, but he would often intentionally or unintentionally rub his large penis against my buttocks, giving me an indescribable itchiness and strange feeling… I looked at my father, my face full of confusion. I glanced at him and saw that his penis was already hard, straight, erect, dark, and glistening. Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed through my body, and my penis began to swell and become erect without my noticing. My face flushed, and I quickly turned away so my father wouldn't see… My father didn't say anything. He turned my shoulders, staring straight at me, and then gently stroked my penis with his large hand. A strange sense of pleasure washed over me, leaving my mind blank. I closed my eyes.

My father slowly and gently stroked back and forth, and I unconsciously began to breathe heavily in pleasure. I secretly glanced at my father and saw his extremely blissful expression. I was stunned. I hadn't expected that I could bring my father such pleasure; I had always thought that this pleasure was something only I could experience. I grew a little bolder, opened my eyes, and even gave my father a shy smile. Then, I saw my father's expression soften. He still didn't say anything, but he squatted down and swallowed my penis whole with his bearded mouth.

Ah! I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut… My blood rushed to my groin, my heart pounded in my chest. I was excited yet shy; I wanted to scream but dared not, so I held it in, gripping the showerhead tightly with my right hand and pressing my left hand to my chest, as if my heart would leap out of my chest if I didn't… My father's mouth tightly enveloped my penis, thrusting back and forth forcefully. Just as I felt a surge of molten heat about to erupt, my father quickly released his mouth, watching with delight as my penis jumped and gushed… At that moment, I felt incredibly good, and also incredibly tired. I looked at my father with gratitude, my heart overflowing with emotions I had never felt before, and I couldn't utter a word for a long time. “Son, you're great! You've grown up, you're a real man!” my father said with a smile.

I just smiled, still unsure what to say, staring blankly at my father. – “Was it good?” my father asked.

“Yes, it was good, incredibly good.” These were the first words I spoke to my father, and I was still shyly hesitant. "Haha, this is a man's happy moment. You know that, silly boy!" My father chuckled, gently patting my limp penis with his hand, gazing at me with affection.

That night, I had insomnia for the first time, tossing and turning, thinking about everything, a mix of excitement and nervousness. I really wanted to talk to someone, but I had no one to talk to. So I went online and read some articles and watched some videos about fathers and sons. I didn't expect to find so many passionate words and videos, which made my blood boil and my penis hard. I also learned some techniques for making love with men online, thinking about experiencing such passion with my father, which made me ejaculate again.

The next day, I really wanted to take a bath with my father again, but he was busy with something and didn't come in. That bath was so unpleasant. I had no choice but to go online again to learn from other people's experiences.

For several days in a row, my father avoided taking me to the bathroom to shower, making various excuses. I was really frustrated, but I didn't dare to express my feelings to him openly. I just silently hoped deep down that while I was showering, my father would suddenly come in, grab my penis, and let me put my newly learned knowledge to use. So, when I showered, I deliberately left the door open. Since it was just the two of us at home, I could let my father come in whenever he needed me.

I remember that day very clearly; it was a Friday evening. My father came back from outside, looking exhausted. He went into the bathroom alone, turned on the tap, and the rushing water made my heart pound. I really wanted to go in, so I quietly went to the bathroom door and stood there silently.

"Son, come in!"

my father called. I was so excited and quickly replied, "Okay, coming!" I took off my t-shirt and shorts and went in. My father looked at me with loving eyes, his gaze lingering on my penis, which involuntarily hardened again… He gently grasped it, placing it between his hands and playing with it, occasionally licking it lightly with his tongue. My penis instantly became aroused again, turning red and throbbing vigorously. I saw that my father's dark penis was also hard, even bigger than mine, and I was so envious. I blurted out, "Dad, yours is so big!" It was a huge thing. "Do you like it?" my father asked proudly. "Yes," I said sincerely. "Come on, son, help Dad relax."

I felt a surge of excitement, thinking that everything I had seen online was about to happen in reality, making my already hard penis even harder. Standing behind him, I first stroked his back, caressing his broad back, then slowly moved forward. He had chests, and my fingers circled his nipples, the effect of the shower gel making them very smooth. Next was his lower abdomen. My father's lower abdomen was fleshy, and I remembered reading online that touching the genitals could produce pleasure more quickly. I didn't want to move down, because that would be too fast, so I started wiping his arms. And his hands. Somehow, when I washed his hands, he squeezed me tightly, which felt very good.

I told him to lie down, and my hands moved to his round, firm buttocks, which were somewhat hairy, but not very long, just faintly visible. I started moving my hands back and forth on his buttocks. When my fingers touched his blooming anus, I heard my father let out a gasp. My hand lingered at his anus. Time seemed to pass very slowly. I clearly heard my father's signal, that uncontrollable gasp of lust.

My hand moved forward, and I finally got that hard, erect male organ that I had been waiting for for a thousand years. My father's breathing became heavier, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Those two full testicles... I couldn't do it with one hand, so I hugged him from behind, my hard penis pressed against his buttocks. Both hands took turns attacking his penis and testicles, but I liked his large, plump mushrooms growing in the lush pubic hair even more.

My hands, one in front and one behind, teased him relentlessly. My father began to writhe, his body aching and itchy with every movement, but I couldn't continue, afraid it would end too quickly.

I turned him around, and we embraced tightly. Face to face, he unexpectedly began to kiss me, our tongues entwining and sucking in each other's mouths until I felt breathless before he released me. He cupped my face in his hands, our foreheads touching, the passion in his eyes burning my heart. His lips left mine, moving to my ear, his rapid, hot breath a pleasure even in the summer heat.

Our penises pressed together, and we writhed, savoring the ecstasy for a long, long time… My father couldn't wait any longer and knelt down, beginning to suck my penis. The wet, hot sensation confirmed that my father enjoyed giving oral sex, but his technique was exceptional. His large tongue licked my penis and my testicles.

I helped him up, grasped his large penis, and began to stroke it back and forth, occasionally gently pinching his swollen testicles with my other hand. My father's panting. Completely lost in the moment, the quiet night held only the presence of two beasts consumed by lust. And I couldn't let this passion end; I wanted us to reach even greater heights.

I had my father turn his back to me. I picked up the showerhead and spread his buttocks apart. I sprayed water onto his anus, rinsing away the shower gel, revealing its vibrant, wet, and plump appearance. I extended my tongue and attacked his anus. My father's panting turned into shouts, but he still cried out loudly, "No...no...no...yes!" His delicious anus was covered in my saliva, so I switched to my fingers. Slowly, slowly, I inserted them; the wet, warm, soft flesh inside writhed, tightly enveloping my fingers. I withdrew my fingers, squeezed some more shower gel onto his anus, and this time I inserted two fingers. I didn't move, but my father began to wiggle his buttocks... At that moment, I knew I had succeeded; I had successfully seduced a mature man I liked.

My hand reached around his buttocks. I touched it. It was all wet. All his own. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stood up and spread his buttocks apart. I thrust my already throbbing, almost bursting cock inside. "Mmm...son...no...ah...no..." But my father's buttocks kept moving backward. Everyone says the first time hurts, but his actions told me he was already enjoying it. This doubt was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure coming my way.

"Ah...oh...mmm...ah..." My father's face was flushed, his eyes half-closed, moaning with pleasure. His warm, soft anus tightly enveloped my cock. Looking at my lewd father like this, I forgot all the steps I had planned. I could no longer control my lust. I began to thrust in and out vigorously. My entire cock was inside my father's anus. So hot, so tight, so comfortable! The intestinal walls kept stimulating me, especially when I penetrated to the deepest point. The black hole seemed to suck me in like a suction cup, making me feel like I was flying away.

When I went all the way in, my father would let out an "Ah." Rapid thrusting. My ears were filled with my father's barely suppressed lust. His moans were alluring, completely different from his usual strong demeanor. "Ah...ah...oh...ah...ah...ah..." I wondered if there was any echo mixed in... I gradually slowed down, not because I was exhausted, but because I wanted a more pleasurable position.

I slowly pushed my father, and we moved slowly. With each step forward, my penis felt a different kind of stimulation from the natural swaying of my father's buttocks.

We reached the sofa, and my father lay down. I watched as he raised his legs, perhaps feeling a lewd shyness at his exposed anus, which made him groan. I looked at his deflowered anus, covered in shower gel foam, the wet pubic hair clinging to the sides, the brown flesh slightly red, contracting and writhing. I lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders. My penis was instantly submerged in a warm ocean.

"Mmm..." My father's moan was somewhat seductive. But he kept his eyes tightly closed and turned his head to the side.

As I thrust in and out, I admired my father's muscular body. His magnificent penis, supported by two egg-shaped testicles, thick pubic hair rising upwards to his chest.

My father was masturbating… faster and faster… but I didn't want him to ejaculate on his own. I pulled his hands apart, my fingers kneading his hard nipples. Thrusting… relentless thrusting.

"Ah… mmm… mmm… oh… faster… oh… ah… oh… faster… faster… I'm coming… I'm coming…" My father's moans grew increasingly urgent… with a wolf's howl… he ejaculated… one stream, two streams, three streams seemingly never-ending. I clearly saw the first stream, passing over his head… some landing on his hair, some on his face, his lips, his chest, his lower abdomen.

As he ejaculated… his buttocks began to contract rhythmically… I started to feel my body about to erupt uncontrollably, a dizzying, disorienting sensation making me feel disoriented, all the blood rushing to my lower body. His violently contracting anus gripped me so tightly that my body went limp, waves of tingling numbness washing over me. I thrust a few times, my penis reaching its hilt, trembling, and ejaculated my essence deep into my father's anus.

My father held me tightly, letting his semen slowly spread across our bodies. I tentatively began to lick the remaining semen from his face, it tasted fishy. Thick… Throughout, my father never opened his eyes. I looked closely at my father, because I had never observed him so closely before. A high, straight nose, single eyelids… Before I could look any further, I noticed my father looking at me with his eyes half-closed. My father looked very charming at that moment. When he noticed me looking at him, he closed his eyes again. At that moment, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I lowered my head and gently kissed my father, from his forehead to his eyebrows, to his nose, to his mouth. Under the lamplight, my father seemed to enjoy this tender moment.

I withdrew my now limp penis, and my father seemed to suddenly awaken from a beautiful dream. We looked at each other and smiled knowingly. I knew that my life with my father was about to begin anew.

The sofa was a mess. Watching my semen slowly overflow from my father's opening, I lifted his legs, ignoring the semen flowing onto the sofa. I liked seeing my father's wanton appearance after the passion.

I used my hand to feel the temperature of his opening; it was soft. His anus, ravaged by my penis, still had a large opening, not fully closed. I slowly inserted a finger and found it very wet and warm inside. I gently thrust in and out, and when I looked at my father again, I found he was only moaning softly.

My fingers weren't as thick as my father's. With one, two, three fingers, I felt my hand enveloped by that soft, warm opening. My father's penis regained its vitality, and his moans intensified. So I added another finger, my four fingers spreading open the opening. Lust is sometimes hard to control, even for someone my father's age.

I knelt in front of the sofa, lowered my head, and kissed his thick penis. My father enjoyed the double penetration; his buttocks began to sway, seemingly wanting me to go deeper yet also trying to break free from my control.

My four fingers gradually began to forcefully spread open the opening.

Two drops of glistening, dark purple fluid oozed from my father's anus, his erect penis throbbing. I didn't want him to ejaculate so easily, so I turned to my father's dark red nipples.

My father quieted down a little, but as I continued my assault on his nipples—sucking, licking, and gently biting—I caught a glimpse of clear pre-ejaculate flowing from his penis out of the corner of my eye. This excited me. Watching this middle-aged man's lewd expression in front of his son filled me with a sense of pride. Only I, yes, only I could give my father such an orgasm.

My father's cries rose and fell.

Once again, I abandoned the fortress I had already conquered and turned my attention to my father's testicles.

His testicles were full, and the base was a little slippery—that must be my semen. When my father's penis throbbed, it would touch my chest, and the pre-ejaculate made my chest wet and slippery. I put my mouth on his penis, and my father let out a long "Mmm..."

My hands and mouth went deeper... My father began to actively move his hips up and down, "Mmm... um... ah... oh... oh..." One spurt, two spurts... My mouth was full of semen. I wanted to take it all in, but I don't know if it was because my father's penis was too big, or because he had ejaculated too much, a lot of semen had already flowed down.

I opened my father's eyes, letting him see it with his own eyes, and swallowed his offspring into my stomach... My father stared, and I didn't know what he was feeling at that moment. I didn't want to know what he was feeling at that moment.

My father and I quietly snuggled together on the sofa. "Do you like it?" After a while, my father gently hugged me and stroked my back, asking me.

"Yes, I like it." I put my hands on his chest.

"Where did you learn that? Dad has never been this excited before." "Dad, I'm so happy, like I'm in heaven."

“Let Daddy hug you? I’ll take you to heaven.” He pinched my face, then showed me a smile I couldn’t stand.

At that moment, I would do anything you asked.

My father gently placed me on the sofa.

He lifted my legs and spread them apart, exposing my private parts to him. I shyly turned my head away. Even though I had just slept with my father, I still felt embarrassed to have him looking at my private parts like that. I covered my chest and forehead with my hands, nervously waiting.

My father knelt between my legs, lifting them as high as possible with his hands, then bent down and quickly wrapped his tongue around my limp penis. I moaned, my whole body trembling.

His tongue slid over my penis, licking my testicles, then gliding over them, gently licking above my anus.

“Ah…” I cried out, a feeling I had never experienced before washing over me, indescribable.

Then my father did it again, and I trembled again. Then his tongue lingered on that spot for a long time, gently rubbing and licking. Unable to withstand the stimulation, I writhed and twisted, my penis, which had just released, hardened again. I moaned and cried out, not even knowing what I was saying. My mind was blank; the limpness in my body left me powerless. I only knew to scream, writhe, and painfully enjoy the sensation.

My father's tongue began to lick extensively around my vagina. With each lick, I trembled as if electrocuted, uttering incoherent sounds. The sensation was so itchy and unbearable, yet I didn't want it to stop.

I started scratching wildly, moaning and crying out. My newly opened hole desperately wanted something to fill it immediately to relieve my thirst.

I was covered in sweat, my mouth only able to breathe. This feeling was different from when I was having sex; it was ecstasy, like seeing heaven.

My father stopped licking, and I suddenly felt empty. I twisted and begged him to continue, but he just stared at my lustful, tormented state, unmoved.

"Daddy, please, please continue, I can't take it anymore..." I pleaded.

"Do you like Daddy's big cock?" He gently rubbed his cock between my legs. His cock, which had been drooping just moments before, was now erect and proud.

"Yes, I like it, I like it so much, please let it in, I beg you!" I don't know how I could be so shameless.

"Do you really want it?" My father said, rubbing his cock, continuing to arouse my desire.

"Ugh... I want it, I want it, please come in quickly, I can't take it anymore!" I had completely lost my mind.

My father reached behind me and smeared some of the semen I had just ejaculated into his anus on his big cock, then smeared some on my anus. Then he lifted my legs, leaned forward, and rubbed his cock between my buttocks, but didn't penetrate.

I was already burning with desire from his stimulation, twisting my body, wanting him to hurry up and put it in.

Finally, he positioned his large penis at my entrance, adjusted his posture, leaned forward, and thrust his hips forward, penetrating me completely.

My father stopped, took a deep breath, and stared intently at me. I was terrified by his appearance, took a deep breath as well, and held it, waiting for him to enter fully.

My father then thrust his hips forward again, spreading my legs apart. I felt a tearing sensation in my anus, followed by something hot and burning hot being forced in, filling the entire space without a gap. The pain of having my anus penetrated completely for the first time still made me cry out. My father groaned and hugged me tightly. "Oh—son—it's done—almost done—Dad won't move—Dad won't move." His lips kissed my eyes, and I pressed my lips to his, sucking on them. I hugged him, groaning and sobbing—.

When my father groaned as I held him, I realized that the burning pain in my anus wasn't so bad anymore. The feeling of being penetrated by his thick, hard penis was just a swelling, and my father groaned as his anus contracted due to my wriggling. My face flushed. The shyness and nervousness of being fucked for the first time had transformed into a close connection with my father, flesh and blood. I hugged my father's neck, closed my eyes, and felt the throbbing of the thick, hard, hot penis in my anus. I shyly and tentatively wriggled, my tight anus enveloping my father's penis. The squeezing and rubbing of flesh against flesh made my heart pound wildly. "Oh—son—does it still hurt? Hmm—" My father held me, touching my body, which was sweating from nervousness. I groaned softly and suddenly kissed him. "Hmm—thank you, Dad—" My father smiled, and my face turned even redder. I closed my eyes shyly.

My father's buttocks began to move, little by little, my already adapted anus tightly gripping his large penis. With each movement, my incredibly elastic anus made my father groan. I closed my eyes, feeling his large penis thrusting in and out of my anus, the thick shaft scraping against the tender flesh of my rectum, a tingling, numb sensation. I couldn't help but moan, trying to raise my buttocks as high as possible, hoping for even greater stimulation.

After a while, it became much more lubricated inside, and my father began to thrust in and out with wide, sweeping movements. My body swayed with his actions. "Mmm... oh... ah..." I moaned loudly, matching each of his thrusts.

"Oh... son, your inside is so tight, so wonderful," my father panted heavily as he thrust.

"Harder, Dad, harder!" I moved one hand haphazardly around my body, the other gripping my penis and rubbing it back and forth. "Okay

, Dad... I'll send you... to heaven, mmm..." My father's moans were intermittent.

"Ah... oh... ooh..." I cried out incoherently, writhing all over, enjoying the wonderful feeling.

After my father knelt on the floor and thrust for a long time, he pulled his penis out of my body, and I suddenly felt an uncomfortable emptiness.

He pulled me up from the sofa, helped me kneel down on the sofa, and then he lay on my buttocks, groped for my opening, and thrust hard, his big penis was fully inserted again, and I found the missing fullness again, and started moaning again.

Obviously, this position suited my father better, each thrust was powerful and heavy, hitting my prostate, stimulating my lower abdomen, making me feel like I was in heaven.

Our sweat dripped down, gathering at the junction of our buttocks, our pubic hair was already soaked with sweat and tangled together.

Each of my father's thrusts was accompanied by the sound of his buttocks hitting each other, "slap slap," which was extremely exciting. The sound of his penis thrusting in and out of my body, the sound of his buttocks hitting each other, our moans, and the creaking of the sofa made up the most sensual sounds in this warm room.

My father was clearly tired; he pulled out his penis and stopped. I lay on the sofa, panting heavily, my buttocks raised, the wonderful feeling still lingering in my body, savoring it.

My father pulled me up, embraced me tightly, and kissed me passionately. Our soft tongues met; I loved the taste of tobacco in his mouth. We began to entwine and tumble passionately, our hands roaming wildly over each other's bodies, chaotic yet incredibly exciting.

My father held me tightly, his hands kneading my buttocks, his hot lips covering mine, another round of sucking and biting. My hands groped haphazardly across his broad back, then settled on his full, firm buttocks, unwilling to leave.

It was a passionate, lingering kiss. Our tongues lingered, unwilling to leave each other's mouths. Between our tightly pressed legs, our two hard penises pressed together, restless and yearning for release.

My father pulled away from my lips, and I immediately pressed them back, not wanting this intoxicating kiss to end so soon. After the kiss, we regained some strength. My father lifted one of my legs with one hand, and with the other, he guided his penis to the entrance and thrust it in again. I let out a soft "Aww..." and clung tightly to his back.

My father held one of my legs, thrusting his penis forcefully. This position fascinated me; each entry reached my deepest point perfectly, sending electric shocks through me. After each thrust, I eagerly awaited the next. I groaned loudly, encouraging him.

My father's thrusts grew stronger, sometimes pulling out completely and then thrusting in again. "Ah—Dad—hold me—um—Dad—ah—" My moans were intermittent, my mind blank, my body utterly weak. If I hadn't been holding him, I think I would have collapsed like a lump of mud. But this feeling made me unwilling to give up. I tried to preserve this excitement from the depths of my heart, tensing my body to slowly savor it.

My father's moans rang in my ears, growing more rapid and stronger. I felt like he was going to pierce my prostate. I groaned softly, a huge sensation slowly forming deep inside me, growing stronger, more obvious, and closer with each thrust. Oh…oh…Dad…it feels so good…don't stop…faster…Dad…don't stop…oh…um…Dad----.

I called out to him, shaking my body violently, my hands clawing wildly at his back.

My father clearly sensed my change, and his movements became even stronger and rougher. With another deep thrust, the climax I had been building up finally erupted. My whole body trembled as if I'd been electrocuted. I held my father tightly, trying to hold onto this wonderful feeling, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop it.

"Ah..." With a shout, a thick stream of semen gushed out, followed by another, three streams in a row, all spraying onto my father's body. With each ejaculation, my body tensed like a bow, and I felt like I was floating on clouds.

As I ejaculated, my anus gripped my father's penis even tighter, and I felt it swell inside. At this moment, my father's speed increased, and his penis inside me grew hotter and hotter. In the midst of this rapid thrusting, my father shouted, "Ah... for you... all for you!" I felt a powerful wave of heat hit my deepest part, followed by another, endlessly.

We held each other tightly, limp on the sofa, only able to breathe, unable to exhale. Our bodies felt as light as cotton, as if we were floating in the air, in heaven.

Warm semen flowed from both of our anuses, trickling down our thighs onto the sofa.

Exhausted from the physical exertion and passion, we embraced, trying to breathe deeply, not to cleanse ourselves, but to remember each other's scent. I smelled my father's distinctive aroma—strong male hormones, sweat, and the fishy smell of semen—it was my father's scent… At that moment, I felt his love again! That night, we held each other tightly, our bodies pressed together. As dawn

broke through the curtains, my bladder was full. I stumbled to the toilet to urinate, and after emptying my bladder, I was about to go back to bed when I saw my father lying naked on the bed, seemingly still asleep. His beautiful muscles were like a work of art. I slowly admired him, gently caressing every inch of his body. His young penis was already painfully hard. I spread his round, firm buttocks again and inserted my index finger. My father woke up, slightly raising his buttocks and spreading his legs wide. His plump anus, still a little swollen and red, looked even more tender and juicy, making me unable to resist. With the experience from last night, I skillfully inserted my hard penis. My penis was particularly energetic in the morning, and my father groaned continuously as I fucked him. I tried entering his body in different positions. My father even took the initiative to sit on my penis, pinching his nipples with both hands and using his anus to play with mine, moving up and down. This time, I thrust for almost half an hour. When I ejaculated inside him again, I immediately pulled out my penis, then spread his buttocks apart. His anus, loosened from the fucking, was still open. I dug it out with my finger, and my father immediately climaxed. I opened my mouth and took in the large, round semen, swallowing what seemed like an inexhaustible stream of ejaculate.

That summer was the most enjoyable time for my father and me. As the start of school approached, we seized every opportunity to make love. My father and I had sex in different ways every day. At home, we didn't need to wear clothes. We used the sofa in the living room, the bed in the bedroom, the counter in the kitchen, the dining table, and even under the shower in the bathroom. Even while watching the news, I would sit on my father's penis. My anus was no longer tight; I loved this feeling of deep mutual possession!

On the night before I left, my father and I were intimate again. Thinking about leaving my father—the first time I had been separated from him in eighteen years—a surge of tenderness made me love and care for him immensely, wanting to give him the greatest satisfaction. At the same time, my father tried his best to make me happy. That night, we were both very excited at first, but gradually our excitement was replaced by tenderness. So, we lay side by side on the bed and began our first all-night conversation since we grew up.

That very night, my father spoke to me about women for the first time, telling me about sex between men and women, and expressing his hope that I would find a good woman to marry in the future… I also raised a question that had always bothered me: “Have you slept with other men before?” Because of this intimate contact, and because of the lingering reluctance before parting, my father told me the truth. He told me that he was probably bisexual, liking both women and men. In the years since my mother's death, he had gradually met some women and men and experienced different kinds of sex with them. However, he said that he still preferred women more, since homosexuality still faced too much pressure in the current society. Moreover, he said that this was our last night as father and son; from tomorrow onwards, we would return to a normal father-son relationship, and he hoped that his son could live a normal life.

The next day, my father saw me off at the train station. I finally left my hometown and my father, but my heart remained tied to my father, who was all alone… It was the mid-1980s, and the university campus was brimming with new ideas and concepts about the world. Freud, Nietzsche, Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi; nihilism and fulfillment constantly impacted us. Our university life was a time of passionate fervor, a period brimming with dreams and aspirations. Our dorm rooms were always filled with curiosity and heated debates, and even more so with dreams and longings for the future… Country, ideals, love, and women were always our topics of conversation. In that atmosphere, classmates began exciting and novel romantic relationships. Some daring boys even brought their girlfriends into the dorm and openly made love under mosquito nets, making us all nervous and excited. So, countless nights, our penises were erect, and often, we couldn't help but masturbate. At that time, I really missed my father, missed him living alone in that small county town. I wondered if he had anyone by his side on nights like those? Was it a man or a woman?

Truly, my father made many sacrifices for me. I

remember when I was probably not even ten years old, a woman became very close to my father, and the neighbors joked that my father was going to marry me a stepmother. I was very unhappy because my best friend was often beaten and went hungry because of her stepmother. Every time I went to visit him, he always had endless chores to do. Therefore, I resolutely refused to have a stepmother! I went to my father and confronted him: "Father, are you going to find me a stepmother? I don't want one, absolutely not!"

I remember at that moment, a shadow fell over my father's eyes. At the time, I didn't understand, but now I realize it must have been a sign of his sadness... Thinking about this, I feel incredibly guilty. I've made up my mind that I must be a good son to my father for the rest of my life because I love him!

In the second semester of my sophomore year, I got a girlfriend. I'd say it was my first love. We loved each other deeply and purely, and we had endless things to talk about every day. However, one day, when we talked about supporting our parents after we started working, I passionately told her that I absolutely had to bring my father into our home to live with us. She fell silent… Later, countless events proved to me that she couldn't accept my family intruding; she only needed me. But I stubbornly believed I wasn't some magical being who sprang from a rock, and that I had to unconditionally bring my father along… Tears, arguments, a breakup… and that's how my first love ended.

Because of my excellent academic performance and my humble personality, after graduating from university, I stayed in Beijing and found a job that suited me. The following days were dedicated to working hard and seriously looking for a wife and starting a family. But where was she?

Perhaps heaven truly took pity on me, because a girl entered my life. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had eyes that always seemed to be smiling. She has an older sister, and her mother struggled to raise the two sisters alone. When she was ten, her beloved father passed away, leaving her with a deep longing for the selfless love of children with fathers. This family background meant that we, both from small towns, had to rely on each other in Beijing.

I took her to my hometown to meet my father, who greatly admired her simplicity, diligence, and kindness. I also visited her home, and her sister and mother liked me very much. Two years after we met, we got married. Our married life was incredibly happy. She had a stunning figure and a very strong libido; our intimate life was filled with passion, and our sex life was exceptionally fulfilling. Another year passed, and our love's fruit—our precious daughter—was born.

Having weathered the most difficult days, that autumn, I finally received two apartments at my workplace, and we brought my father to live with us.

After nearly eight years of separation, he was finally living under the same roof as me again, and I felt incredibly happy and fulfilled. Because I can finally properly take care of my father, I finally brought him to live with me in Beijing from our small county town. I know that this alone makes him incredibly important among his friends and neighbors.

My wife works tirelessly every day, taking care of the daily needs of our family of four. In her spare time, she often chats with my father, sharing heartfelt words about everyday life. At these moments, I always feel a sense of happiness; I feel like the happiest person in the world. Therefore, I bury myself even more in my work, wanting to create a brighter future for my family. In those years, I was truly too focused on building my career and improving my family's well-being. It's no exaggeration to say that even though I brought my father over, I spoke to him less than my wife. It wasn't until one day, when my father fell ill, that I realized how much older he looked, even though he wasn't yet fifty-five. His once strong muscles had begun to atrophy. More importantly, he wasn't happy there; he had no friends, and he lacked the care and love of his son… Looking at the graying hair at his temples, and then at the comfortable three-bedroom apartment we now owned through my own hard work, I knew I had let him down. After he recovered from his illness, I offered to rub his back. So, my father and I went into the bathroom together once again.

His once dark, shiny skin had become much paler. His strong arms were now thinner, and the muscles were starting to sag. Thankfully, his once thick, dark pubic hair was still messy and hanging down. His enormous black penis was still as long and big as ever, but perhaps because it often drooped listlessly, it hung limply... My heart clenched. "Dad..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I suddenly hugged my father's shoulders and began to sob softly. "Son, don't be like this. You're a father now, be strong. It's not your fault, you've always been busy, you've always worked so hard..." My father didn't finish his sentence. His eyes unconsciously shifted downwards, and he gently touched my penis, sighing, "How wonderful, just as strong as I was back then!" I could no longer control my emotions. I lowered my head and forcefully took my father's large penis into my mouth, stroking and swallowing it with all my might. I wanted to use this penis to recover all the years of neglect I had felt for my father, to restore his virility, to reborn him like a man.

When I saw my father looking at me with contentment and gratitude, I knew that my new life with my father had begun.

During those days, whenever it was just my father and me at home, I would always take the initiative to caress him, letting him experience the pleasure of sex and helping him rediscover his former vigor. My father was quite cooperative; I knew in my heart that his technique was far superior to mine. Every time, he excited me immensely, even more than my wife. After all, my father was getting older and his stamina was declining. Now, he preferred me to penetrate him, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked and ejaculated by his own son.

My relationship with my father finally entered a new phase. In one sexual encounter after another, I experienced my father's selfless love for me, and I was trying my best to repay him for the decades of upbringing and nurturing he had given me. Because of the connection of our hearts and the intimacy of our bodies, my relationship with my father had truly reached a state of perfect harmony, so pure and selfless. However, we still kept our affair secret because there were two other people in the family—my wife and daughter.

Every week, I made love with my father at least once; every week, I made love with my wife at least two or three times. Every week, my experience was so abundant; every week, I was immersed in an ocean of love… Because of the change in my relationship with my father, we officially entered the sexual stage. Thus, my father and I became two close, open-minded men who could talk about anything. Those days and that atmosphere of our relationship were truly pure and selfless. My father's health improved, and he even joined an elderly folk dance troupe, singing and dancing with the other elderly people every night, creating quite a lively atmosphere. Watching my father's white hair gradually turn black, and seeing his spirits grow stronger day by day, I felt truly happy.

My wife and father had a harmonious relationship, and my father often sincerely praised my wife to me, calling her a good daughter-in-law. My wife also happily told me: "My father is so good; he cares for and loves me so much. I really want to lean on his shoulder and fall asleep; that's the dream I've had most often since I was ten years old."

Happy days always pass quickly. Before I knew it, my daughter was twelve, in middle school and living at school, I was 38, and my father was almost sixty. My wife had long ago suggested giving him a proper birthday celebration. My father was filled with happiness, joy, and contentment… I don't know when it started, but after we made love, my father would always ask me about my experience with my wife. Because I could talk to my father about anything, I told him the truth. However, his questions became more and more detailed, and my answers became more and more vivid. I told him about every little change my wife experienced during sex, and how we did foreplay, penetration, and reaching orgasm. My father often gave me ideas, suggesting different ways to make me happy. Every time we discussed these topics, I saw a gleam in his eyes, sometimes even showing the passion of a young man. At these times, his penis was always erect, and a little lubrication would seep out. So, I would tease him: "What's wrong? Thinking about it?" My father would just smile without saying a word, then grab my penis even more frantically and suck on it hard…!

My birthday was approaching, and my father was very happy, asking even more questions, which I repeatedly satisfied his curiosity about.

Actually, I knew in my heart that my father had his eye on my wife. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't feel a trace of anger; on the contrary, I felt it was perfectly normal, even beautiful. Because my wife was now in the prime of her life, the age when she most craved sex. Didn't she have even a hint of something different deep down? My heart told me no. Everyone has wild thoughts, everyone craves new excitement; it's just that some people have the means to realize them, while others can only suppress them. So, what about my wife?

That night, after making love with my wife, I asked her, "Do you think my penis is nice? Do you like bigger penises?" My wife shyly replied, "I love it." "Your penis is pretty good, it's great. Are there any bigger ones? Would that be even more exciting?" I put my arm around her shoulder, kissed her, and said, "Let me tell you, Dad's penis is bigger than mine, amazing!" I looked closely into her eyes; a glint flashed across them. I knew she was interested. "Really?" "Hehe, of course. We often shower together. Want to see?" I teased her, touching her nipples.

"Get lost, you're so annoying!" My wife blushed and buried her face in my arms. I knew her heart was pounding… The next day, while chatting with my father, he asked again about making love with my wife the previous night. So, after I finished telling him, I looked straight into his eyes and said with a smile, "Dad, do you want to sleep with my wife?"

"No…no!" my father stammered.

“Dad, don’t hide it anymore. You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Even your dick is telling me. Son, you’ve fucked her, so fuck your wife too. Let’s live together as a family, loving each other.” I pinched my father’s hard penis and looked at him with a smile.

“Hehe, I have. Son, you won’t blame your dad, will you?” My father looked at me shyly.

“Haha, Dad, no one knows a father better than his son. I understood a long time ago. So? Do you really want to do it?” I tilted my head and looked at my father.

“Will she agree?” My father lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

“Dad, you don’t need to worry about it. Just keep your thing safe and make sure it works. Hehe.” I left and went back to my wife’s bed.

After we were intimate, I started telling her stories about the happiness and purity of sex, about enjoying sex without suppressing your desires. I vowed to my wife that I would make her experience the happiest and most joyful sex, so that she wouldn’t have lived this life in vain! My wife was gushing with desire, clinging to my neck, eager for an immediate, earth-shattering lovemaking. Then, I smiled tenderly and said to her, "You love Daddy, and Daddy loves you too. Isn't it wonderful for our family to live happily together? Daddy's skills are even better than mine. Back in my hometown, women even come to my house looking for Daddy. If you do it with Daddy, you'll definitely feel very happy. Really. Daddy misses you. Don't you miss Daddy?"

My wife didn't answer; her heart was pounding. "Don't worry, I will never go back on my word, and I won't blame you. You are my dearest person, and he is my father, the one who gave me life. I am very happy with the two of you together." I gazed deeply into my wife's eyes, and she slowly melted in my sincerity. She silently nodded... My father's 60th birthday was on a Sunday. Our family of four spent the day with him at the Summer Palace, and then had a big meal at a hotel that evening. Everyone was radiant, and my daughter was especially happy. She sang a birthday song for her grandfather before returning to school. The three of us took a taxi back home… Sitting on the beautiful living room sofa, my father happily closed his eyes. My wife, a little tired, lay sprawled to one side, and I sat in the middle of the sofa. After resting for a while, I knew this was the happiest moment, so I went over, turned on the TV, put a DVD in the player, and a pornographic film started playing… The moaning and groaning sounds of lovemaking woke both my father and wife. Looking at the large penis on the screen, I laughed and said, “My dad’s penis is much better than his.” My father

chuckled beside me. Afraid that they might feel uncomfortable, I said to my wife, “Didn’t you say you were tired? Go to the room and let Dad give you a massage. I’ll go make some tea.” Saying this, I went to the kitchen, making sure to close the kitchen door behind me.

I was in the kitchen when I heard them get up and go to the bedroom. I didn't hear the door close, but I heard my father repeatedly asking my wife if she felt comfortable here or there, and she answered with "Mmm, ah." After about five minutes, my father said, "Your bra strap is getting in the way, take it off, otherwise I'll have to keep jumping over it to massage." I didn't hear my wife's reply. After a while, I couldn't resist opening the door to check. My father was already sitting on either side of my wife's calves, massaging her inner thighs. His hands were hidden under her skirt, but he was clearly kneading her buttocks.

Her bra had been taken off and placed aside, so my wife was now completely naked from the waist up. Because she was lying face down with her hands under her head, her large breasts were bulging out from under her armpits. When he saw me come in, my father looked up at me somewhat awkwardly and smiled, but his hands didn't leave my wife's body, still kneading her. My wife still had her eyes closed and her head turned to the side, seemingly enjoying my father's massage.

I sat beside my wife and asked if she was comfortable. She nodded. I touched her face, then her neck and back. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan. My father had lifted her short skirt, kneading her full, firm buttocks with both hands, frequently touching her genitals. He was deliberately spreading her buttocks apart, so her shorts were practically buried in her buttocks, almost like thongs, exposing her entire white bottom to his kneading. My wife began to make

soft "hmm" and "moan" sounds. Although her eyes were closed, the blush on her face was clearly visible; she was becoming aroused. I whispered in her ear, "I love you, baby." My wife's body trembled noticeably, then she let out a soft, long "ah," and kissed me. Her body then began to tremble irregularly. I glanced sideways; although I couldn't see clearly, I knew from my father's hand movements that he was touching my wife's genitals. My wife called out "Husband" sweetly, and I asked her if she wanted it. She nodded, still with her eyes closed.

I suddenly blurted out, "Why are you getting all horny and wanting to have sex during this massage?" She slightly opened her eyes and said, "I hate it." I said, "I'll go learn too..." and climbed onto the bed, facing my father. So, my father and I knelt on either side of my wife's body, with my father on either side of her legs and me on either side of her waist. I noticed that my father's hands were constantly touching my wife's genitals through her shorts; it was already quite wet, and I could even pull up some sticky strands. I hadn't expected my wife to be this aroused. I turned to my wife and said, "Take off your shorts, let's massage her more thoroughly."

Without waiting for my wife's reply, my father and I pulled her panties down to her ankles. Now, my wife was only wearing a short skirt around her waist. I lifted the skirt completely and told her to stick her buttocks out a little. I then placed a pillow under her lower abdomen, causing her buttocks to stick out. My father spread her legs and knelt between them, leaving her entire genital area exposed to our view.

My father seemed completely relaxed at this point. I patted my wife's genitals, making a wet "slap slap" sound. My father said, "Your wife is really healthy, very sensitive, so wet." I grabbed my wife's buttocks, just for a moment, then spread her buttocks as wide as possible, exposing her anus and vagina. I said to my father, "Come on, massage inside too."

Actually, I said this to my wife, to stimulate her. My father slowly inserted his thumb into my wife's vagina, commenting on the feel and the texture of her inner flesh. He said her vagina was difficult to penetrate, neither too loose nor too tight, making it ideal for continuous sex, ensuring both partners would experience great pleasure. He said marrying such a wife was my blessing, and I was incredibly excited. The thought of myself, with another man—my father, and his lover—playing with my wife while commenting on it was the perfect family scene I'd always dreamed of. I had to admit my father's skill in verbal stimulation was very effective with both my wife and me. My father continued to thrust his thumb in and out of my wife's vagina, squeezing out a large amount, which I then used to my advantage. I played with my wife's anus with my index finger, and she moaned incessantly, her body twisting faster and faster. My father said to me, "Son, look, your wife is sucking my finger with her ass."

My wife couldn't take our teasing anymore, arching her buttocks repeatedly, wanting my father's fingers to go deeper. Now that he'd said it so directly, the feeling of humiliation was intense. My father continued, "The massage's all done, the whole body, even inside. Son, your wife's incredibly horny, go ahead and fuck her."

I didn't need to say anything more. I quickly pulled down my pants; mine was already erect. My father moved aside, and I, holding myself, thrust in. I'd never felt my wife's vagina so wet and hot; it went in almost without resistance. I slapped her plump buttocks a few times, the sounds and her moans further arousing me. I asked her if she was enjoying it, and she answered me intermittently, lying on the bed.

Actually, my plan was to ask her many things to excite and provoke her, so she could accept the reality of me and my father fucking her together sooner. But when this scene actually happened, I was too excited to care, only repeating some of the things I said to my wife during sex: I would call her "baby," make her move herself, make her go faster, and tell her she was a stunner.

My father also stripped naked from the waist down. His penis was bigger than mine; mine was 17 centimeters, but his was over 19 centimeters. My father sat on top of my wife, his penis occasionally brushing against her face. My wife moaned and naturally opened her mouth, taking my father's penis in.

I don't know if it was what I had told my wife beforehand that worked, or if my wife was just naturally promiscuous, but it went so smoothly and skillfully. The scene I had most wanted to see unfolded before me so naturally. My father and I were naked on my bedroom bed, with my woman, my wife, lying between us, her mouth filled with my father's even more magnificent penis as I penetrated her.

My father stroked my wife's long hair, caressing her head. Both my father and I could see that my wife had her eyes closed, one hand supporting the base of my father's penis, the other gently pressing on his testicles, her mouth constantly moving around—that was the best service my wife could give me, especially the gentle manipulation of his testicles, something few women would do. This move made a man feel even more comfortable while performing oral sex.

At this moment, my wife had no time for shyness, completely displaying her skills, immediately providing the highest level of service. My father was enjoying it, inhaling deeply.

Since my wife was lying face down on the bed, I simply lay on top of her, my hands reaching under her to grasp her large breasts, my penis still thrusting. My wife used her elbows to prop herself up slightly, giving my father oral sex. This way, I was very close, clearly seeing my wife sucking my father's penis; the stimulation was inexplicably intense, my wife's soft mouth moving in and out of a penis with bulging veins.

I asked my wife if it tasted good, and she mumbled an "Mmm." I ordered her to put it all in her mouth, and she obediently did so, but without success. My father mischievously asked her if it was because it was too big. My wife opened her eyes for the first time, looking at my father with a very seductive gaze. Then she spat it out, played with it with her hand, and said, "It is quite big..." I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate and dared not move. My wife was still giving my father oral sex, and he kept talking about how my wife was doing his penis with her mouth, such as "Little baby is licking my glans," which made me really unable to hold back. After I penetrated my wife's body again, I ejaculated within half a minute, a lot of it.

I remember going to clean my penis and when I came back, I saw my father had already penetrated my wife, using the same position as me, thrusting his 19-centimeter member into my beloved wife's body with each thrust. My wife was moaning loudly. My father had probably been holding back for too long, and after about a minute of continuous thrusting, he ejaculated. I had never experienced my wife sucking my penis while being fucked by my father.

My father went to wash his penis, and my wife held me tightly, kissing me incessantly. I could clearly sense that she wasn't satisfied; we both ejaculated too quickly. There was also the taste of my father's penis in her mouth. Smelling my father's penis in my wife's mouth excited me, but I was melted by her hot body. She grabbed my penis and started sucking on it, still wet from washing. When my father came in, my wife was already on top of me again, thrusting her chest and writhing her body.

This was her favorite position; as long as my penis was hard, she could reach orgasm in this position. The father immediately grabbed his wife's breasts, saying, "My darling's breasts are so nice, so heavy and perky," while inserting his other hand's fingers into her anus. This became another harbinger of lewdness. The wife cried out "Ahhh!" several times, no longer holding her breasts upright, and braced herself on the bed with both hands. One of her large breasts swayed incessantly, while the other was grasped and played with by the father's large hand. At the same time, my penis inside my wife felt the father's fingers moving in small, continuous motions through her anus, which was tightly separated by a membrane.

The wife also stopped twisting her waist violently, and instead moved her buttocks intermittently, moaning "Ahhh!" with great difficulty. The father, being a man with a lot of sexual experience, asked my wife whether it felt better inside her anus or inside her vagina. Although my wife didn't answer, her body's reaction proved that this lewd language was very effective on her.

I also saw my father's hand grabbing my wife's breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers and pressing it repeatedly. After playing like this for a while, my wife pushed away the hand my father had put in her anus with one hand. My father withdrew his fingers, and my wife let out a soft "hmm" of release, twisting her hips a few times before reaching orgasm, her moans growing louder and louder as she released her pleasure.

At the same time as my wife's orgasm, I also ejaculated. Afterwards, we hugged tightly, and my father tactfully went out to watch TV. I tried to get up several times, but my wife wouldn't let me get up, just covering me with the blanket and letting me hold her. About half an hour later, actually asleep, I finally came out of the room. My father was still watching TV. Hehe, I poured him some water, and we talked about what had just happened. It was very exciting. This experience became a topic of conversation between my father and me for a long time afterward, especially the act of playing with my wife's genitals together. It would immediately arouse us during our next sexual encounter.

Around 5 a.m., my wife was still asleep. My father, somewhat embarrassed, said he wanted to have sex with my wife again. I agreed. He went inside, but I didn't, letting him have sex with my wife alone so she could experience the atmosphere of making love just the two of them. My father used to be very polite and a little shy when we made love, but today I saw a different side of him, especially his verbal provocation and humiliation, which greatly aroused my wife and me. It also showed me what my father was really like when he had sex with other men. Soon, we could hear the sounds of a man and woman making love inside.

That night, my wife and I made love again, mostly reliving the afternoon's events. Exhausted, we talked for a long time about sex and realized that sex should truly be enjoyed, and that enjoyable sex is the most blissful. My wife said my father's penis was big, and the feeling inside was different. I asked if it was better than mine. My wife said no, mine was irreplaceable, it had a warm feeling. Haha, I asked a silly question.

She also said her father was very stamina-wise. Later, when he entered, his wife was already awake and used her hand to stimulate him. After a while, her father asked to penetrate her again. Although his wife was tired, she agreed. Her father and wife tried many positions, finally ending with the woman-on-top position. His wife squeezed him for a long time before he ejaculated. I asked if they kissed, and my wife said they did. She even asked if I was jealous. I said no, you are both the people I love most. Seeing you so affectionate makes me feel very happy. I whispered in her ear, "I love seeing you climax."

I also asked my wife about the threesome experience. She said it was quite exciting. The feeling is different between her father and husband. Some actions, like stroking her back, are comfortable for her husband, but very stimulating for her father. I told her that's normal; the cellular memory function can make the stimulation of very familiar people less intense. He also mentioned that two men and one woman having sex is actually the most suitable, because women's sexual ability is naturally stronger than men's, and in a one-on-one situation, it's difficult for a man to outdo a woman. My wife listened very attentively, and in the end, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

My wife had a really good time today. And so, our family life as a two-husband-one-wife, or rather, a two-wife-one-husband, officially began.

The next morning, my wife went to the bathroom, then quietly slipped into my father's room, pulled back his blanket, took off his shorts, and licked his large penis with her tongue. After a while of passionate lovemaking with him, she returned to my room and happily told me, "I really love Dad's big penis, it feels so exciting." Then, my wife sat on top of me and inserted my penis into her vagina… From then on, we began our blissful sex life. I originally wanted all three of us to sleep in our bedroom, but my wife was new to this kind of sex, and having sex with my father in front of me made her feel uncomfortable. So, my father and I each had our own bedroom, and my wife slept in different beds each day.

Whenever my wife went to be with my father, imagining them in bed always made my penis erect. So, I secretly told my father that I wanted to watch, and that they shouldn't close the door completely when they were doing it. My father understood what I meant, and at night, the bedroom door wasn't closed completely, leaving a crack. After dinner, my wife and father went back to their room. I went online for a while in my own room, and when I figured it was about time, I quietly got up and went to my father's room. I gently pushed the door open a crack and watched my father and wife make love through the gap.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, my father kissed my wife on the bed, one hand reaching inside her pants. After a period of caressing, they got up, took off their pajamas, and my father got off the bed. My wife spread her legs, her thick pubic hair barely covering her vulva. My father parted her vulva with both hands and licked her labia with his tongue. My father's penis had been erect since he got off the bed and took off his clothes. When he got up again, he held his penis and slowly inserted it. My father pressed down on my wife, twisting his hips and slowly thrusting. My wife straddled my father's body, and my father continued to thrust slowly, his testicles dangling to one side, while my father's anus, which I often fucked, was completely exposed. Watching that penis that had fucked me, thrusting faster and faster, my wife responded even more intensely.

Time flew by. The father got up again, and his wife followed. The father, leaning against the desk by the window, his erect penis already wet, leaned against the window. The wife lay lazily by the window. The father thrust deep inside her again with a fierce attack. The wife groaned, her legs weak. Like a beast, the father grabbed her waist and launched another attack, the sounds of flesh colliding rising and falling.

The wife climaxed. The father withdrew his penis and drank the gushing fluid from her bright red labia. The wife moaned wantonly. Then the father got up, took out some chlorhexidine from the drawer, smeared it on his wife's anus with his fingers, and then applied a layer to his hot penis. He began to fuck her again. With a series of thrusts, the father gripped his wife's waist tightly, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Another familiar panting sound came. The father lay still on top of his wife.

After a while, my father pulled out his limp penis, bent down, and forcefully spread my wife's buttocks, exposing the two holes he had used. The wet vulva and the red anus dripping with semen intensely stimulated my senses. At this moment, my father looked up at me, then dipped his finger in some of the semen and put it in his mouth... He turned and went back to the room, touching his hard penis and listening to their movements. Hearing my wife go into the bathroom, I got up and went to my father's room, gently closing the bathroom door. He smiled and said, "Are you tempted?" I gripped my penis and poked my father hard. "Give it to me, I want you." My father looked at the bathroom with difficulty. "Let me help you come with my hand."

"No, I want you now. It's time for her to know about us." My father was still a little hesitant, but I couldn't take it anymore. I spread my father's legs, picked up the KY jelly he had just placed on the bedside table, and smeared it on his anus and my penis. Holding my hard penis with one hand and my father's leg with the other, I thrust my hips in and began to pump.

"Ah...gently...gently..." I grabbed his swaying penis with one hand, quickly stroking it, while kneading his erect nipples with the other. "Ah--no---don't--um--I can't take it anymore--ah---" "

Ah...you...you guys..." I turned to look at my wife, who was standing dumbfounded at the bathroom door, and frankly told her about my relationship with my father over the past twenty years. My wife, initially shocked, gradually understood and accepted my relationship with my father.

While I was confessing to my wife, my penis continued to thrust in and out of my father's anus. My father's face was flushed; he felt the tingling sensation of my large penis scraping his rectum, and under his daughter-in-law's gaze, he was being penetrated in the anus by his son. With the flush of intense sex and the embarrassment of being watched while having sex, she began to moan lasciviously… Watching the two of us men making love, my wife's face flushed. She gently approached, gazing fascinated at the point where my father and I were joined, tentatively reaching out to touch it. In front of my father, I began to caress my wife's breasts with one hand, kissed her, and took one of her hands to hold my penis while I fucked my father's anus. I then reached into my father's vagina, which he had just been penetrated, and began to probe. After a long while, I pulled out. Although my wife and I often engaged in anal sex, she had never seen her own anus before. My wife curiously looked down at my father's anus, seeing the dark red fleshy opening slightly parted, with white fluid flowing from the thumb-sized opening. My wife touched it, then gently inserted her finger again, feeling its warmth inside, gripping her finger, which felt very comfortable.

My wife gradually accepted the changes in our home and began to enjoy the benefits they brought.

I can't even imagine how wanton a woman can be after she's completely opened up about sex.

Her clothing has also changed drastically. Before, my wife's skirts were always below the knee; now she wears much more revealing clothes. Opening our closet reveals that all her previous conservative clothes have disappeared. Now, every outfit is exquisite and fits her perfectly, hugging her shapely figure. While the children are at school and living in the dorms, my wife no longer wears conservative loungewear when I get home from work. She often walks around the house in her countless exquisite pajamas. Some pajamas are so thin you can clearly see the small red mole under her left breast; others are so short they barely cover her buttocks. She only wears underwear when she goes out. Sometimes I even see my father's penis between my wife's spread legs, completely ignoring me as I get home from work. On Sunday afternoons, after dropping the children off at school, I walked in to find my father embracing and kissing my wife, his large hand already inside her skirt. When

my wife saw me, her face flushed, and she tried to push my father away.

"Daddy... mmm..." The words were cut off by her father's kiss. My wife pounded on his chest, trying to stop his advances.

He seemed annoyed by her resistance. "Sweetie, I haven't held you in days. Daddy missed you," he said, his hands moving to show his intimacy.

"Dad, our little darling can't breathe," I teased the kissing couple, thankful I'd come back just in time. I tossed aside the groceries I'd bought and rushed to the sofa where they were locked in their embrace.

"Mmm..." Unable to respond properly to her father's kisses, my wife could only manage a few gasps for air.

"Baby, do you want me to save you? Wave your hand, and I'll consider rescuing you from your father's clutches." I squatted down in front of the sofa, amused by my wife's struggle against his small frame.

Hearing my words, she waved her hands even more frantically, determined to seize this rare opportunity. Unable to rely on himself, he could only hope to ask others for help.

"Haha, Dad, our darling wants me to be a hero and save the damsel in distress. Do you think I should listen to her?" A hearty laugh instantly filled the living room, brimming with spring-like passion. I grabbed my wife's waving hands and half-knelt on the sofa. I wrapped my body around her from behind, holding her arms in place, positioning her in an open position.

"Yes, you should. I should play along with her fantasy and be the devil who gives the hero a chance to appear." My father released my wife's lips, and while she was catching her breath, he slowly took off his coat.

"You...you...you two bad guys..." My wife murmured excitedly and shyly as she finally caught her breath. My father lay down on the sofa again, pulled out his bright red penis from his gray suit trousers, and pressed it against my wife's crotch.

"Baby, can't you tell?" I kissed my wife's ear with a smile, gently nibbling and licking along her earlobe, teasing her until she shrank back, tickled. She tried to avoid the teasing, but instead huddled even closer to me, like a fish in a barrel.

"If you can't tell, then show me with your actions." My father's large hand slipped under her skirt, kneading her genitals. "Mmm...mmm..." My wife's body recoiled, making it easier for my father to pull down her panties. My father grabbed her thighs and forcefully spread them apart, revealing her pink vulva. With her arms and legs forced open to their fullest extent, my wife trembled with excitement as she looked at my father's fascinated gaze.

"Little darling, be good. This time, we, father and son, will take you to heaven together." As if reading my wife's thoughts, I released her slender wrists, my large hand moving down her arms to her rounded breasts. I rhythmically pressed and kneaded them while soothing her in a soft voice.

"Hmm...really?" Her breasts were being teased, a current of electricity flowing through her rough fingers into her body, creating ripples.

"Really, my darling, when have we ever lied to you?" Seeing his wife writhing with passion, his father placed all his weight on her. His firm penis pressed against her tender crevice, and with a gentle thrust, the hot, hard penis squeezed into her narrow opening. The slightly moist passage was suddenly widened by this large penis, and the full, stimulating sensation made his wife gasp, "Oh..."

Seeing his father maintaining that half-hearted position, he impatiently urged, "Dad, if you don't hurry, I can't hold back anymore." The live sex show before him had already made him wake up from his slumber; stroking her plump, white breasts was no longer enough.

Seeing that he was also aroused, his father had no choice but to increase his speed. My father thrust his large penis straight into my wife's vagina. She flinched, then cried out excitedly…; Fortunately, my embrace from behind steadied her swaying body, preventing her from falling off the sofa.

Watching my father methodically fuck my wife, I hurriedly took off my clothes, my penis dripping with excitement. I matched my father's rhythm, kneading my wife's breasts, her hands gripping my penis tightly… "Good girl, baby, is it good? Let's slow down and play a little longer," my father's thick hands moved to their point of union, slightly withdrawing his penis, gently pressing the slightly engorged petals. My wife said shyly to my father, "Dad, you're so strong, it feels so good."

"My darling praises Daddy like that, it makes me jealous." The stimulation of this live sex show made my whole body boil with heat; the swaying breasts, the pink and tender body, the slapping sounds—all stimulated my nerves. I pulled out my long-awaited penis. I gently lifted my wife's body and placed my hand at their point of contact, lightly kneading my father's testicles and my wife's anus. My presence aroused her further, and she became even more aroused, with soft, wet sounds filling the living room. Soon, my hands were covered in their fluids. I gently kneaded my father's testicles, smeared the fluids on my hands onto their anuses, and then inserted my fingers into my wife's anus, then my father's, playing with their anuses… thrusting and pumping, my wife finally let go of everything, indulging in the game of flesh and blood. Without time for further dilation, I thrust into her anus.

"Ah…it hurts!" The sudden insertion made my wife scream. My large member had entered her small body without warning, which was truly overwhelming.

"Good girl, baby, I won't move anymore." I held her two snow-white buttocks and sucked on the sensitive flesh below her earlobe. I slowly sensed that my wife was no longer as dry as before, and I no longer cared about being gentle with her, thrusting wildly into her tight rectum. Each thrust reached the very end of her intestines, matching my father's movements, pumping my desire in and out.

"Baby, look, we're both crazy for you, how can you bear to make us suffer?" Feeling my wife's breasts pressed against him, rubbing up and down, my father became even more excited. While vigorously thrusting his desire, he soothed my wife in a hoarse voice. The soft touch of her breasts was like an aphrodisiac, and combined with her tight, throbbing vagina, my father was about to ejaculate. But that wasn't enough; he wanted more, at least more than I wanted!

Two hot penises, separated by the thin intestinal wall, raced in and out of my wife's body. Two men of similar build and appearance were now completely immersed in this lovemaking. Thrusting and pumping, they released their desire with all their might. The sounds of splashing water mingled with the thuds of flesh colliding, completely enveloping the living room in a sensual atmosphere.

I nibbled at the snow-white back of her neck, while my father kissed my wife's lips passionately. Four large hands, indistinguishable as to whose belonged, were all familiar, kneading and pinching covering their entire bodies. The two men's flirting techniques had already begun to sway her senses, not to mention the two enormous objects inside her, pounding so hard she could barely breathe. The

thick, throbbing penises thrust in and out of the two adjacent orifices, faster and harder. With each thrust, my wife was constantly being stabbed, leaving her no room to breathe; but when they thrust in and out simultaneously, she was jolted awake, her limbs going limp. My wife, who had been shy, was now completely controlled by lust,

letting my father and I ride us inside her. The incestuous act had completely stripped her of shame, and she cried out her desire wantonly: "Faster...again...deeper...more..." Her chest and back were firmly enveloped by his strong chest, pressed against her, and her body temperature rose rapidly with desire, burning her nerves.

"Baby...oh...my baby...I love you," my wife passionately contracted her two orifices, and I could hardly hold back anymore, my thrusts becoming faster and faster.

"Oh..." My wife's anus tightened again, causing my large penis to spurt out hot love juice, the copious amount of fluid causing her delicate body to tremble violently. She opened her mouth and bit her father's shoulder, her ten fingers digging deep into his flesh, and at this moment, orgasm also came into her body. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her inner muscles contracting rapidly, squeezing fiercely against what continued to ravage her body.

Feeling the relentless pressure, the father, positioned in front, could no longer resist. After a few rapid thrusts, he finally ejaculated, releasing all his desire: "Oh! Baby, my little darling, you're amazing!" The battle of passion was temporarily over, and the three of them began to pant, sharing the lingering pleasure of their climax.

The wife playfully scolded us, "You two, father and son, bullied me! You'd better treat me well for the rest of your lives!"

I smiled and kissed her, saying, "Darling, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. The three of us loving each other will be even happier than before! Isn't that right, Dad?" The father kissed his wife, saying, "I love you both." Our tongues intertwined.

In the early morning, the half-open curtains were gently lifted by a breeze, and the three of us, fast asleep in the large bed, couldn't help but shiver slightly. Soft sunlight streamed in, dispelling the chill and slowly warming us.

"Mmm..." I slept in the spot closest to the window, and was thus the first to be awakened by the sunlight. He rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep, and slowly sat up. Turning his head slightly, he was greeted by a beautiful scene.

His wife lay naked beside him, her even breathing indicating she was fast asleep. Her snow-white skin looked incredibly alluring against the dark blue sheets. Her disheveled hair covered her sleeping face, and below her slender neck were a pair of firm, snow-white breasts. A series of bluish-purple hickeys hadn't faded with time. These marks adorned her voluptuous body, seemingly out of place, like beautiful little flowers on brocade, highly decorative, making one want to carefully touch them to confirm their authenticity.

Unable to resist the temptation, he reached out and began to caress her alluring body. Gently touching the hickeys covering her body, the scene of the three of them making love wildly yesterday slowly surfaced in his mind. One hand lightly pinched the tip of her round, soft breast, while the other hand reached down to her lower body. His crossed legs concealed a beautiful, familiar hollow, which was now attracting my large, well-defined hands... "You're awake too." Just as my large hand was about to succeed, it was grabbed by another large hand. I looked at my father with some disappointment.

“Son…I want it too…” He grabbed my hand and kissed it, then, taking advantage of my momentary daze, he pulled me into his arms.

“Dad, no, baby still…” I gradually slumped down under my father’s passionate teasing. My father’s strong touch, compared to a woman’s soft teasing, was so stimulating, enough to instantly ignite my passion. From my arms to my back, every place my father’s hand touched became my erogenous zone. Trembling, shaking, the touch alone brought it all.

“Want to…try…something new?” Intermittent kisses landed on my back, and my father saw my wife still fast asleep through the gap in my shoulder, a brilliant idea forming in his mind.

“Wh…what…new…new thing?” With my father’s index finger to my lips, I asked breathlessly. I stroked my half-erect penis with one hand, and reached behind me to grasp my father’s penis pressed against my buttocks with the other.

“It’s just…” His large hand slowly slid down from my lips, all the way to my Adam’s apple, pressing lightly. My father pressed his body against mine, rubbing against his wife in front of them, his lower body thrusting forward, teasing her tightly closed anus through my hand, “The three of us, together…” How about together? Needless to say, I, a veteran of countless battles, immediately understood and nodded.

“But… our little darling hasn’t woken up yet…” Releasing my hands from my father’s and my own large penis, I reached out and embraced my sleeping wife. Last night’s wild passion had left her exhausted and still unconscious. Looking at the heavy dark circles under her eyes, I really couldn’t bear to wake her.

“But my son’s darling is already awake.” My father looked at me with a hint of jealousy at how considerate I was of my wife. Suddenly, he grasped my large penis and began to skillfully slide it up and down.

“Mmm…” My father’s strong hand, with that familiar rhythm, made my half-soft penis hard. I half-closed my eyes and began to moan softly.

"Do you like it?" My father asked seductively, bringing his mouth close to my ear. His large hands quickened their pace, stroking me incessantly. His penis wasn't idle either, pressing between my buttocks and thrusting against me in rhythm with his hands.

"I like it... Daddy... give it to me..." His hot, thick member rubbed against the crevice between my buttocks, causing my anus to contract with anticipation. I longed to look back at my father, my arms tightening around his breasts, swaying my body in rhythm with his movements. My penis, constantly being caressed, grew increasingly aroused, gradually swelling and throbbing, showing signs of imminent ejaculation.

"Don't rush... there's more excitement to come..." My father's caresses stopped abruptly. He picked up the lubricant from the bedside table, squeezed some out, and applied it to his penis and my anus. He then thrust it all the way in into my not-so-tight anus. "Oh..." My pent-up desire was abruptly stopped. I was already at my limit, and now my father was entering me at this moment. I was truly "besieged on all sides!"

"Son... your darling... do you want it..." He gently nibbled at the side of my neck while slowly thrusting his penis in and out. His large hand, holding mine, didn't loosen its grip. Instead, it continued to knead and tease, making his already swollen, purple shaft even hotter.

"Dad... I want it... please... let me... please let me..." My desire had reached its peak, and I began to plead, panting. His slowly thrusting penis inside me teased the sensitive spot in my rectum, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. But his hand wouldn't let go, making me feel my desire had reached its peak.

I wanted it, I wanted to release… I wanted to enter that warm, smooth, and incredibly narrow passage. I lifted my wife's legs, and my father, holding my penis, aimed it at her. He thrust powerfully from behind, and I entered her vagina.

"Does it feel good?" Satisfied, after leaving a few red marks on the back of my neck, my father's lips returned to my ear. Following the rhythm of our breathing, he thrust his penis from slow to fast, pushing that huge thing to the deepest part of my body with each stroke. "Mmm…so…so good…" Following my father's movements, I effortlessly began to move shallowly into my wife's passage. Each time I went deeper, I could feel the uniquely soft inner walls of a woman binding me like silk, gentle yet tight, making me feel like I was in heaven. And the thrusts from behind were so powerful and precise, not only hitting my sensitive spots but also making my whole body sway almost uncontrollably with the force.

I reached out and embraced the beautiful body in front of me, feeling the hot, strong erection behind me, completely immersed in desire. I lowered my head and took my wife's swaying nipple into my mouth, licking and gently biting it, savoring its honey-like sweetness. "Mmm..." She slowly awoke to find herself in this situation, and my wife felt herself burning up. A familiar head was pressed against her chest, his dark brown hair showing his characteristic slight curls. Her nipples were being teased and played with by his skillful lips and tongue, while his penis was being repeatedly penetrated between her legs.

Looking up, she saw another familiar face, also very close. She was confused, not knowing what was happening. Why was her father on top of her, and why was she inside him? "Our little darling, awake?" Continuing to thrust his penis, her father greeted her with a smile. At the same time, the speed and force of his thrusts didn't stop; instead, they became even more vigorous.

"Oh... Dad... Daddy! Slow... Slow down! I can't enjoy myself anymore!" The sudden increase in speed made me lose my aim, unable to focus on savoring my wife's nipples. “Yes…my good son…I’ll go slower…” The father, panting, slowed his thrusts, no longer pumping like an electric motor, returning to his previous slow pace. “Mmm…I…you…we…” Finally, at this moment, the wife realized the state of the three of them, and was so ashamed that she couldn’t utter a complete sentence. “My darling…we are loving you…do you like it?” I leaned in and kissed her soft lips, caressing her with my skillful tongue. “I…I…” The wife, already too ashamed to speak, was even more unable to utter a complete sentence because of my passionate kiss, and of course, she couldn’t say anything in this situation.

The second time, she witnessed two men making love without any cover, even more shocking than when she saw her husband and father-in-law in bed a few days ago. The sound of muscles colliding, and the unique scent of men, filled the surroundings, making it impossible for her to ignore.

What was even more shocking was that there was one of their penises inside her. Two people…oh no! Three people… what kind of situation is this…? “Our little darling isn’t paying attention? Son… we need to try harder!” The father was the first to notice his wife’s shifty gaze, and, somewhat annoyed, decided to regain face for himself and his son.

“Okay! Daddy! Let’s let our little darling taste what true ecstasy is!” Releasing his entangled lips from his wife’s, he paused his advances, his nose pressed against hers, looking into her seemingly still-dazed dark eyes. I was also a little annoyed! I decided to punish her! To make her understand that men cannot be ignored, especially when they are in bed.

“Ah… slow… slow down… husband… daddy… you…” An almost inaudible moan escaped from the men’s vigorous thrusts and the “slap slap” sounds of flesh touching flesh; it was the wife’s voice, finally “awakened” to consciousness.

At this moment, she could no longer think about what was happening, because the intense sex had already suppressed all her thoughts, leaving her only barely enough space to breathe. The rhythm grew more intense, my wife's body bearing the weight of my fierce, wild thrusts, almost falling apart. But this wasn't the most exciting part, because something even more thrilling was yet to come.

"Oh... baby, it's so good... you're so tight! I can't hold back..." While enduring my father's thrusts, I continued to thrust into my wife's body. My penis was enveloped by her tight, narrow vagina, and my anus was penetrated by my large cock. The immense pleasure from being squeezed from both ends made every nerve in my body tense. The urge to ejaculate instantly swept through my brain, and I could no longer suppress the waves of pleasure as I ejaculated.

"Ah..." The scalding semen burned against my wife's inner walls, and she screamed as she endured the intense pleasure of the heat pounding against her vulva. Her head tilted back, her tightly closed eyes seemed to see a flash of white light; she seemed to see the colors of heaven. Her hands, gripping my arms, dug deep into my skin. My wife breathed heavily, contracting and squeezing, trying to prolong the peak of pleasure. In front of me, she knew she didn't need to hide anything, she just needed to enjoy herself.

"Oh...son...I want to cum inside too...okay?" My anus tightened even more from the orgasm, and seeing the two of us reach such a state of pleasure, my father could no longer restrain himself. He leaned down to my ear, gently biting my sensitive earlobe, carefully requesting.

"Hmm?" Still immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, I didn't really understand what my father said. I only subconsciously turned my head, letting my father nibble on my ear. Panting, I lay on top of my wife, inhaling the unique scent of her after her climax, and lazily asked, "Wh...what..." "Good son, I haven't come yet..." My father sighed, kissing the man beneath him, carefully not pressing down on me, and naturally, on my wife as well. "Oh...I'm so tired...I don't want it anymore..." I was somewhat willful, disregarding others' feelings. Although I've become much more sensible with age, I still unconsciously revealed my true nature in front of my father. I understood that he doted on me infinitely, so I became even more unrestrained.

Knowing that my father hadn't come yet, knowing that he still wanted more, and feeling the man behind me pause in his breathing after hearing my answer, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable. I soothed my father, saying, "Dad, I'm really tired...Can you let our little darling help you?...I want to watch you two make love..."

My father helplessly pinched my nose and carefully withdrew from my body. He patted my pert buttocks affectionately and carefully turned me over; he knew I was truly exhausted. He sat up, moved aside, and said to his wife, who had just caught her breath, "Sweetie, how about we put on a good show for your husband?" "Mmm...uh..." His wife lay on the bed, confused, her legs spread wide, still wet with my semen. She felt her body still trembling slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm, her breathing rapid.

"Sweetie agrees!" Smiling, the father gently pressed down, his strong chest rubbing against her soft breasts. Before his wife could react, his large penis plunged completely into her. Using what he had left behind, it went in deeply, reaching the very depths of her body. "Ah..." The pain and pleasure surged through his wife's mind, and before she could catch her breath, she couldn't help but scream. Hot, large, and hard, the moment it pierced her body, it brought another wave of intense pleasure.

“Little darling, you’re so hot inside…so slippery. Daddy’s going to be squeezed out,” the father teased, slowly thrusting his enormous penis in and out, winking at me and playfully “performing.” His thick cock, driven by its master, was incredibly fierce. Each entry felt like it used all his strength, lifting the woman’s entire body. When he withdrew, his deliberate lowering of his body gave his wife a “double-edged” pleasure. He forcefully spread his wife’s white, tender legs, kneeling between them and rhythmically thrusting, his huge, red shaft clearly visible at the entrance to her rosy, secret passage.

Licking my lips, I suppressed the strong urge to get out of bed and drink water, turning slightly to get a closer look at the two people making love beside me. Real-life scenes are always endlessly entertaining. Although I wouldn't have the energy to participate in the "battle" for the time being, I still didn't want to miss a single moment

of the incestuous lovemaking between my father and wife. Especially when both of them were the object of my affection, the scene became even more attractive. "Mmm... I want... more..." My wife, her desire reignited, moaned softly. Her slender hands, exhausted from the passion, could only wave symbolically to show her excitement.

"My little darling... let's put on a good show for your husband..." I saw my father take a breath, suppressing the pleasure caused by the tight, urgent contractions, and slowly straighten up. His hands, pressing on her pink thighs, applied slight pressure, widening my view. This lewd, live sex scene made me involuntarily lean closer, reaching out to touch the area where my father and wife were joined, causing both of them to let out low growls in their lovemaking.

"My little darling is so good, so smooth and hot... what? Do you prefer two people touching you?" Feeling the intense contractions beneath him, my father grinned and teased. Seeing his wife's breasts sway slightly and her breathing quicken, his heart tightened, and he thrust even more fiercely. Each thrust pierced the deepest part of her body, reaching the tender tip and heavily impacting her sensitive spot.

Hearing my father's words and seeing the powerful body's relentless assault, I became even more enthusiastic in caressing the two of them as they intertwined. My fingers, coated with the vaginal fluids my father had brought from my wife, occasionally slipped into their anuses.

"Oh...son...are you touching me like this to make us hurry up?" My strong, long fingers penetrated the most pleasurable part, circling my father's large penis inside. The sensation on my fingers gave me an extraordinary, soul-stirring stimulation.

"Husband...husband...take your fingers out..." my wife cried out passionately. "Mmm..." my father, panting, paused his thrusting, grabbed me, who was enjoying myself, and kissed me. "Mmm...son...Daddy is so happy..." As he said this, his thrusting resumed, but this time it was done slowly, guided by my hand. I didn't pull my hand away, just held my father's thick base, moving in and out of my wife's vagina... Ever since I made my relationship with my father clear to my wife, we no longer slept in separate rooms. Every day, a family drama unfolded on our big bed. Now, my wife also actively participated in my sex with my father, sucking our penises or rubbing our testicles and anuses during our lovemaking.

"Son, kiss me..."

"Son, faster...so good...oh...ah...faster...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh..." After what seemed like an eternity, the two overlapping figures on the bed finally separated. Both were completely naked, their lower bodies still connected. My father had his eyes closed, a strange blush on his face. My enormous weapon finally withdrew from his body, and I leaned close to his ear, "Was it good just now?"

My father's blush deepened, and he silently nodded. I suddenly flipped him over, grabbed his still erect penis, and positioned it facing my wife, who was leaning against the headboard, watching the spectacle with great interest. I held the thick, purplish-red penis, now even thicker after shaving off all the pubic hair, in my hand and began

to stroke it. Looking into her bright eyes, I smiled slightly and winked at her, pointing to my father's penis. My wife reached towards my father's chest, and he let out an unconscious groan. Seeing the hard, purplish-red thing, she knelt on the bed, carefully cupped it, and gently placed it in her mouth. It tasted wonderful; besides the scent of shower gel, there was the distinctive sandalwood fragrance emanating from his genitals. She savored the alluring taste, starting from the glans with its silver thread, circling the indentation, and then licking the shaved roots. After carefully licking the two round balls, she retraced her steps, returning to the glans where more pre-ejaculate was secreted, and used the tip of her tongue to try and suck in more.

My father groaned involuntarily, his body writhing in my arms. I stopped stroking my penis, grabbed a damp towel from the bedside table, wiped it clean, and then used it to stroke my wife's mouth a couple of times. My wife immediately opened her mouth wide and took it inside. My father, who had opened his eyes at some point, stroked her head gently and said, "Good wife, Daddy loves you." He lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed her passionately. "Mmm, I want mine too," I muttered, not wanting to be left out. My father released my wife, and they smiled at each other. He then bent down and joined my wife in licking and kissing my penis. Sometimes they licked it together, sometimes one licked the glans while the other sucked my testicles, and occasionally they shared a passionate kiss on my penis.

I found my recently softened penis hard again. I lay down on the bed, and my father straddled me, raising his buttocks and lowering his head to take my tongue into his mouth. My wife guided my penis with her hand, aiming it at my father's anus, and entered him again amidst his moans. As my thick penis entered, a little of the semen I had just ejaculated into my father's anus was squeezed out. My wife lowered her head, opened her mouth, and excitedly licked and sucked the thick fluid that was sticking to my penis and around my father's anus, carefully licking away the essence that had seeped out around my father's anus. My wife couldn't hold back any longer. I laughed, pulled her over, and straddled her head. My wife lay on top of me, her semen still dripping from her vagina onto my mouth, while she took my father's penis into her mouth. While I was giving my wife oral sex, I squeezed lubricant onto her anus and slowly inserted my fingers. Now I had an anus on my penis, a slutty vagina in my mouth, and an anus with my fingers inserted---.

Stimulated by the double blow, my father grunted and grabbed my wife's head. Knowing he was about to reach his limit, she quickly swallowed the entire length, letting him ejaculate his milk into her throat. With a thrust, I almost pierced my wife's throat with my father's penis. She choked and coughed repeatedly, dodging my father's penis. With repeated thrusts, my orgasm surged... "Oh! Dad... ah, I... ah... um...!" "Shoot inside me, ah... Dad too... ah...!" I gripped my father's penis and quickly stroked it. As I frantically ejaculated into his rectum, my father was almost driven mad by the stimulation from both ends. His body straightened, and with a low growl, he spurted milky white fluid from his erect penis. With each spasm, his intestinal walls tightened, sucking out the remaining contents of my scrotum. Most of the semen sprayed onto my wife's face, but she didn't wipe it away. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from her lips, deliberately making two smacking noises, "Delicious!"

We all looked at her simultaneously. Her round eyes narrowed, her gaze full of satisfaction. I laughed heartily and held out my hand to her, "There's more here." Without a word, my wife licked the white milk clean bit by bit from my hand. My father secretly punched me, his whole body flushed red, and he collapsed into my arms as if drunk, making me feel incredibly sorry for

him. I chuckled and nibbled at his earlobe, "Look how filial your daughter-in-law is..." After hearing Yang Yang's story, I was stunned, and I was also incredibly envious. Why could they make their lives so pure and happy? Why are we facing a muddy swamp? What is happiness? What is sex? It made me think deeply. But one thing is certain: their happy life was created by themselves, their happiness leaving us onlookers speechless. But can we also pursue such a happy life? The answers, however, are vastly different...

(The End)

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