My beautiful daughter

My wife had an affair, and divorce was inevitable. My six-year-old daughter followed us into the courthouse, watching us go, knowing it was irreversible. There were no tears, no pleas, just a tight grip on my leg, her eyes coldly fixed on her mother. My wife bent down and offered some money to my daughter, but she turned away, refusing it. She knew her mother's money was dirty. My wife walked away without looking back. My daughter ignored her, took my hand, and said, "Daddy, let's go home." Holding her hand, we walked sadly home. That's how my divorce happened. My wish is for my daughter to excel in her studies, get into a good university, find a good job, and have a good husband. That's my only wish. My daughter is very understanding; she knows I'm upset, so she follows me everywhere without saying a word. If she sees even a slight smile on my face, she's overjoyed and asks me to teach her to draw. Since her mother left, she's been working hard at drawing and improving quickly, which is the only thing that makes me happy. Gradually, I've become happier with my daughter again. My daughter is always very careful around me, afraid of making me angry. She doesn't speak loudly like before; she's always gentle and quiet. Life without a woman is difficult. Every night I wait until my daughter falls asleep before I masturbate. Sometimes, afraid of waking her, I masturbate standing up in the bathroom. Those days were truly unbearable; even thinking about them now makes me feel uncomfortable. A year has passed in the blink of an eye. My daughter is in her first year of elementary school. Needless to say, her academic performance is always first in her grade, and she's also first in the long-distance running event, which gives me great pride. To make masturbation easier, I persuaded my daughter to have her own room, reasoning that starting school means she's grown up and should have her own. At first, she refused, saying she was scared to be alone. But after my persistent pleading, and because she's very obedient, she finally went back to her room. The next day, I had someone decorate her room, and she was overjoyed, dancing with excitement. I have to cook for my daughter every day, take her to school, and go to work myself. It's really hard work. I want to find a woman to help me, to share my burden. The moment I voiced this idea, my daughter vehemently opposed it. Her reason was simple: she didn't want a stepmother, because she thought having a stepmother would be terrible for her. My daughter is usually obedient, and I thought a few more words of persuasion would get her to agree, but this time she resolutely refused, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, even her braids wobbling along. Sigh, she's still so young, how could she understand her father's suffering? Her father is truly stifled without a woman. Through an introduction, I met a woman, the same age as me, beautiful, whose husband died in a car accident two years ago. Her child is being raised by his grandparents; he's their only grandson, so naturally, they won't give him to this woman. Such a perfect match! I agreed. But I didn't know if I could get past my daughter's objections. I spoke to the woman, and she said, "I'll be good to the child; I like girls." But I was still worried, so I decided to invite her to my house for dinner. This woman cooked dinner; it was delicious and fragrant. When my daughter came home from school and saw a strange woman, she immediately understood what was going on, bursting into tears and running to her room. I went to the door of the room and called, "Xiaoling, Xiaoling." My daughter yelled from inside, "Don't call me! Tell that woman to get out!" I snapped, "How dare you talk to your aunt like that!" For the first time, my daughter talked back, saying, "What can I do if I say this? I don't want a stepmother. If you really let this woman stay in the house, I'll leave. I won't eat or study." The woman shook her head helplessly and said, "I think I'll leave. The child won't accept me." At this point, I couldn't persuade my child otherwise, so I said, "I'm sorry, I've spoiled her." The woman said, "It's okay. If we stay together, it will hurt the child. I'm leaving." I said, "I'll see you off." My daughter came out, hands on her hips, and said, "Don't see me off." I said, "It's dark now. Is it okay for you to let your aunt walk by herself?" My daughter said, "Then I'll see you off with you," as if she was afraid I would run away. On the way home, my daughter was on my back, begging me not to find her a stepmother. At this point, my heart had completely turned cold. I said, "Okay, Dad won't find you a stepmother, but you have to improve your studies." My daughter was overjoyed, became more talkative and gentle, and told me that she got first place in her exam again today. Then she asked me if I was happy. I said I was, and my daughter said, "If you're happy, give me a kiss." She stretched her little face towards me, and I kissed her. When I got home, I discussed it with my daughter, "Xiaoling, when you go to middle school, can Daddy find you a mom?" Her face immediately fell, and she said, "No." I said, "What if Daddy finds you a mom when you're in high school?" She turned her head away and said, "No." I said, "Then when you go to university, you won't be by Daddy's side anymore..." She interrupted me, "No, no, no." I said, "What if you get a job?" She said, "That still won't work." I half-jokingly said, "You won't let Daddy find one after you get married?" She said firmly, "I said no, and that's final." I laughed and said, "You'll be married, and you'll leave Daddy all alone at home, won't you?" She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, when I grow up, I'll marry you." Then, blushing, she ran into her room. I laughed out loud. This child is just a child; she's talking like a child. What kind of daughter marries her father? Time flies. My daughter is already nineteen, a beautiful young woman. She resembles her mother a lot—fair-skinned, oval-shaped face with delicate features, a slender figure, and long legs. She excels academically and athletically, and is a renowned beauty at school. I'm so proud to have such a daughter. But now, I also have worries: many suitors are constantly bothering her. My daughter asks me to pick her up and drop her off at school, which is a father's duty. I started doing so, and it really worked; those hooligans stopped bothering her. Every time I pick her up, she links arms with me, walking with her head held high, treating me like her guardian angel. Actually, a father should be his daughter's guardian angel until she gets married. My daughter's grades are excellent; getting into any university would be a piece of cake for her. But she insists on applying to a university in our city. I get really frustrated and I yell at her a few times. This was the first time I'd ever scolded my daughter. She was so upset, crying her eyes out. My heart ached for her, and I hugged her thin shoulders, explaining things to her until she finally agreed to go to a good university. Lately, she's been studying, but she's been acting strangely, not studying properly, and always coming out to watch TV with me. Whenever I scold her, she always says, "I know everything, I don't need to study." This child is growing up, and she's becoming disobedient. Anyway, I know her academic situation, and I'm not worried about her failing the exams, so let her watch TV. Seeing that I agreed to watch TV, she hugged my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Sigh, a child is still a child, no matter how old they are. One night, I had a little to drink, and before ten o'clock I felt sleepy. I stood up and said, "Xiaoling, Daddy's sleepy, I'm going to bed. You should go to bed early too." My daughter agreed, turned off the TV, and went to her room. I went to my bedroom, took off my pajamas, and, shirtless except for my shorts, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. I had a dream that my wife came back, apologized, and wanted to make love to me, but I absolutely refused. She then pinned me down, and I fell to the floor. She started grabbing my shorts, and I tried to struggle, but I was too weak. All the excitement was contained within ninilu.Dom's uncooperative penis hardened in her hand, and then she inserted it into her vagina like a wax rod inserted upside down, then pressed herself against me and kissed me. "This shameless woman, seeing other men outside, and still has the nerve to come home!" I cursed, and with that curse, I woke up. There really was someone on top of me; hair scattered across my face proved it was a woman, and I could clearly feel my penis inside her vagina. I shouted, "Who's there?" and heard a familiar voice: "Dad, it's me." It was my daughter. How could she do this? I tried hard to push her off, but she clung to me, her little bottom wriggling. With my strength, I could push her off, but making such a commotion in the middle of the night, what if the neighbors heard? I didn't even dare to raise my voice; it was too embarrassing. I whispered, "Xiaoling, we can't do this, it's incest, I'm your father." My daughter seemed to cry, saying, "But it's already inside." Before I could say anything more, my daughter's lips suddenly covered mine. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore. My buttocks were twitching up and down; only this way could I feel a little better. I really couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my daughter's little bottom, rolled over, and pinned her beneath me. My daughter, Ranran, clung to me tightly. My penis was already reluctant to leave my daughter's vagina, and I began to thrust vigorously. It had been so long since I'd experienced the pleasure of a woman through masturbation. After just a few thrusts, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid that my daughter would get pregnant, I quickly pulled out and continued thrusting with my hand, ejaculating all over my daughter's stomach. My daughter and I were both panting heavily. I glanced at the luminous quartz clock on the wall; it was already two in the morning. For the first time, I slapped my daughter across the face and growled in a low voice, "How could you do such a thing?" My daughter cried out sweetly, "Dad," and lunged at me.I pushed her away and hissed, "Get out." My daughter covered her face and cried softly, running naked back to her room. That night, I couldn't sleep. What had just happened felt like a dream. If only it were a dream. I wiped my penis and found blood on it. Oh no, I had taken my daughter's virginity. It was almost five in the morning when I got up to cook for my daughter. For the first time, my daughter helped me cook and deliberately tried to talk to me, calling "Daddy" a few times. I ignored her. I was really puzzled. My daughter is definitely a good child. How could she do such a thing? Seeing that I ignored her, my daughter realized she was being silly and stopped talking. When the food was ready, I coldly said, "Time to eat." My daughter sat down in a chair. While I ate, I didn't even glance at my daughter, but she kept looking at me. After dinner, my daughter stood at the door and whispered, "Dad, take me home." I replied, "Okay." I was really angry, but I didn't dare tell anyone; I felt so stifled. I still cooked for my daughter and took her to and from school. She still held my arm the whole way, but her head was down. No matter where I was, I didn't want to talk to her. I only said the same few unavoidable things all day, and I didn't want to urge her to study anymore. My daughter, being very sensible, stopped watching TV and stayed in her room studying every day. My wife came home. She was really ashamed and wanted me to fuck her, but I felt her cunt was dirty, and I didn't want to. My wife then pressed down on my penis, and it involuntarily became hard. No, this must be a dream. I tried hard to wake up, but I couldn't. I suddenly opened my mouth and my eyes—it was indeed a dream. Needless to say, the hand holding my penis was still my daughter's. I sat up abruptly, startling my daughter. She looked like she wanted to run away, but then turned back and hugged me. I was shirtless at that moment, and I could feel my daughter's naked body. I panicked and said, "Why are you here again? Get out!" Just as I was about to push her away, my daughter pressed her lips to mine. I don't know why, but I froze, letting her push me down and her little hands knead my already hard penis. This time, my daughter didn't even take off my underwear. She pulled my penis out from the side of my underwear, then straddled me. I watched as my daughter inserted my penis into her vagina. Then, she lay on top of me, pleading softly, "Dad, give it to me, Dad, give it to me." I sighed and, like last time, rolled onto her. But this time, I thrust many times before ejaculating onto my daughter's belly. Then, I still told her to get out of my room. That night, I still couldn't sleep, but my thoughts had changed a lot. I had actually made love to my own daughter, and thrust so many times. To be honest, the feeling of ejaculating was really good. But she is, after all, my own daughter. What's wrong with me? How can I face my daughter this morning? My thoughts were in turmoil. One moment I wanted the pleasure of ejaculation, the next I was troubled by the thought of my incestuous actions. I didn't know what to do. Early in the morning, my daughter Ranran came out to help me cook. Having learned from the last experience, she didn't speak to me. This time, while eating, I stared intently at her face, and she glanced at me before quickly looking away. My daughter has a very pretty face, with big eyes, long eyelashes, red lips, and white teeth. She looks a lot like her mother, but is prettier. Knowing she had done something wrong, she ate with her head down, saying nothing. After finishing the meal, she said the same thing again: "Dad, take me home." That evening, I picked her up from school and we ate dinner as usual. She didn't come out to watch TV; she studied in her room. I watched TV for a while, then got sleepy. Without saying goodbye to my daughter, I went back to my room and fell asleep. I dreamt again that my wife came back, still wanting me to have sex with her, and my penis, uncooperatively, became hard again. It was my daughter, it must be her again. I struggled to wake up and realized that I had only managed to utter a single "hmm" before I learned how to masturbate. This time, neither of us said a word during our lovemaking. I simply rubbed her clitoris a few times, and her little buttocks began to move up and down, her vagina already overflowing. I parted her long legs, knelt between them, and guided my penis slowly into her vagina. She only let out an "oh." My penis thrust in and out of her vagina, feeling how tight it was; I held her buttocks with one hand, feeling how smooth they were; I squeezed her breasts with the other hand, feeling how firm they were; we kissed each other, and her mouth felt so sweet. Finally, I ejaculated onto her belly. After cleaning up, my daughter took my hand and said, "Dad, can we sleep here?" Seeing her so gentle and considerate, I deeply regretted my rough treatment of her the two times I had been with her. I agreed, then lay down in my daughter's blanket, one arm around her, the other on her little bottom, while her little hand gripped my now-soft penis. My daughter said, "Dad, it's my fault, I shouldn't have looked at that stuff." I asked, "What did you look at?" She said, "It's all on the computer." I still asked, "What's on the computer?" She said, "I went to porn sites." I said, "Why aren't you studying? What are you doing looking at that kind of nonsense?" My daughter said, "Dad, do you remember when I was little I said I wanted to marry you when I grew up? I've always remembered that, but now that I'm grown up, I want to fulfill my promise. But I know no daughter can marry her father, and I'm so distressed, so I went to porn sites to see if there were any daughters who married their fathers." I jokingly asked, "Are there any?" My daughter said, "Yes, but they're all written very fakely, not like it's real. But I read a very detailed and well-written article about incest between father and daughter, and that's why I wanted to do it with you, Dad." So my daughter had gone astray by porn sites. I regretted buying her a computer, but thinking about how comfortable I felt just now, I thought porn sites weren't so bad after all! My daughter continued, "I thought it was like in the novels, where if a daughter snuggles up to her father, he'd feel something. I thought he'd always agree to such requests. I never expected you to do that—hitting me and ignoring me." She started crying, "Dad, this is the first time you've hit me. It made me see stars." I quickly comforted her, admitting my mistake. She said, "Dad, I was wrong when we were little, I stopped you from finding that aunt. Now I realize how sad it is for a man to be without a woman, so I'm making it up to you. And one more thing, I absolutely don't want a stepmother." I said, "I'll listen to you, I won't find you a stepmother." She said, "Okay, I'll stay with you every day." That night, we made love twice, both times I initiated. After this relationship, our father-daughter bond improved significantly. Every night, we'd go online together to read incestuous novels and then have sex. But every time I ejaculated, it landed on her stomach. She just watched quietly as I masturbated. Eventually, I just asked her to masturbate me; it felt great to ejaculate in her hand. Over time, my daughter and I became more open, even using scenes from novels. I suggested oral sex, and I did it to her first. I licked her little bottom, making it arch up and down, and she moaned softly. Then I penetrated her vagina, and she soon had an orgasm. After her orgasm, I pulled my penis out, held it to her face, and gestured for her to give me oral sex. She immediately understood, opened her mouth, and took my penis in. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I told her not to move, and then I started thrusting. I ejaculated in her mouth shortly after. Afterwards, I hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoling." She swallowed all the semen and said, "It's okay, as long as Dad is comfortable, I'll do anything." My daughter went to university, and the house suddenly felt quiet. Before she left, she said the same thing: "Don't find me a stepmother." Even though she's in university, she still comes home once a week. Every time I came home, my daughter would hold my penis in her little hand and ask with a smile, "Dad, is your thing behaving well?" I would pinch her little bottom and say, "This is for my daughter only, of course it'll behave!" My daughter would giggle and say, "You're such a bad dad." Then we would make love. During lovemaking, my daughter would always ask, "Dad, did you miss me?" I would say, "Yes." My daughter would say, "If you missed me, then go for it." My daughter and I maintained this relationship, but every time I ejaculated, it would land on my daughter's belly. Later, as my daughter grew older, she learned a lot about sex. That day, while making love with my daughter, she whispered in my ear, "Dad, you can ejaculate inside me today." I said, "No, I'll get pregnant." My daughter chuckled and said, "It's okay, Dad, I took my pill." At my daughter's insistence, I really did ejaculate inside her vagina that day. At the moment of ejaculation, my daughter's expression was very serious, quietly savoring the semen wriggling inside her vagina. From then on, my daughter would tell me whether she had taken her contraceptive pill, and that she wouldn't let me ejaculate inside if she hadn't. Soon after, my daughter became pregnant. She lied to me; she had never taken any pills. She wanted to have my child, so she lied and said she was taking contraceptive pills. I didn't dare ask her to have an abortion; I was afraid it would hurt her.Because of my daughter's health, I had no choice but to let her give birth to the child. Actually, I always hoped that this forbidden relationship between us could end naturally, and that my daughter could have a normal love life and get married. But I never imagined that my daughter's feelings for me were deeper than I thought. Now that things have come to this, I will take responsibility as a man, be a good husband, and give my daughter happiness. A few months later, the child was born; my daughter gave birth to a son. We are no longer father and daughter, but husband and wife. This is my love story with my beloved wife, and our love will never end…

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