My dad and I

Almost every little girl dreams of marrying her father, especially around eleven or twelve when she first falls in love. Of course, these dreams all end in the same way: they fizzle out. But mine ended differently… My mother passed away from cancer when I was twelve, leaving only my father and me to depend on each other. He even bought me sanitary napkins for my first period and carefully taught me about puberty. My colleagues said my father was more attentive than their mothers. When my father was away

working, I would take care of the housework. The house was small, but there was a lot of chores to do. I cooked and did laundry, just like a housewife. Of course, I didn't fully take on the role of a mother until I was eighteen.

Our whole family loved watching horror movies. When my mother was still pregnant, the three of us would hide in bed, turn off the lights, and watch horror movies. Sometimes we would get so scared that we would hug each other, cover our eyes with the blanket, and scream.

Since my mother passed away, my father and I rarely watched horror movies. Until recently, my father gradually forgot the sad past and started watching them again, like before, with me hiding in bed. Again, I screamed in fright, hugged him tightly, and buried my face in his shoulder, too scared to watch.

After one movie, my father watched another, but it was in French with English subtitles, which I couldn't understand, and I quickly fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a familiar voice. When I woke up and listened more closely, it was my mother's voice, but it sounded like she was moaning. I opened my eyes and saw my father sitting blankly in front of the TV. On the screen was my mother's image, lying naked on the bed, holding a black dildo, trying to insert it into her vagina.

I was startled and cried out, "Dad, what...what's going on?" Hearing my voice, my father jumped up, immediately turned off the TV, and said awkwardly, "N-nothing, just go back to sleep." "Is that Mom?" My father hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I want to see Mommy, I want to see Mommy..." I cried out sweetly, "Turn on the TV!" Dad hesitated for a moment. After Mommy passed away, he doted on me even more, and he would always give in to my requests.

He turned on the TV, and on it, Mommy continued to use a dildo on her vagina.

"Mommy is so beautiful..." "Hmm," Daddy sighed, "It's a pity she died so young." On the TV, Mommy continued to use the dildo on

her vagina, thrusting faster and faster, her nose flaring. I saw a large bulge in Daddy's crotch. I sat up, […]

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