[Father]

I married young, to someone I thought I loved. Life after marriage went by quickly; soon I
became pregnant and had a beautiful daughter (An). The first year was relatively peaceful
, but soon my poor husband, Ming, lost his job. He started drinking, racking up debts, and also became easily angered,
often the smallest household chores
.
Finally, one day, he started hitting me. Although it was just a slap, it was enough to
send me crashing against the wall. From that day on, he gradually became a nightmare in my life. Because after
he tasted the pleasure of hitting me, he began to "practice his kung fu" on me more often. At first, he
would slap me a few times, then it became a continuous barrage of punches and kicks. Ultimately, I left him
and took my daughter An back to my old home to live with my father.
My father was very happy to have us join him; it was a big house where I and my five siblings
grew up . Shortly after we left, my mother passed away, and I imagine my father was very lonely at home. When I
was little, my father and I weren't very close because he was always working, often working overtime for our family.
And when he had free time, he always spent it with the boys in the family.
The biggest reason I returned home was the constant threats and pain. Living with Ming, although he
didn't hit me all the time, he raised me to be a timid mouse, always worried that even the slightest sound
would attract a cat from the dark corner.
That evening, after washing the dishes, I went to the bathroom to wash my hair. I put some pretty clips in my hair
to make myself look cuter. Then I went to the living room.
"Father," I greeted him. "
Finished?" my father asked.
"Could you help me dry my hair?" I said, "I want him to help me dry my hair so I can rest."
I sat down next to him. Just as I sat down, I felt something hard pressing against my leg. I was startled
—it was my father?
This discovery initially shocked me, but then I understood him. That's how life is for a person;
whether he sees it or not, he has physical needs because he's a man. And so, I seemed oblivious.
Women are so sensitive. While my father was drying my hair, I thought about many things. I
thought about my husband, about what it felt like to be with him, about his thrusting… Unconsciously, I
felt my inner thighs become wet.
That hard thing hadn't disappeared; it was still pressed against my leg, and with the increasing speed of the drying motion
, the friction became more intense. I felt a pleasure. At that moment, I realized he wasn't
my father , but a man, and I wasn't my daughter, but a pure woman. The physical pleasure made me lose
control. I wanted to be happy, and I wanted to make the person closest to me and whom I respected happy too. "
Should I make it feel something?" my father asked me.
I knew what he meant, but out of shyness, I didn't respond.
His hands, like a water snake, wrapped around my waist, and his head buried deeply between my breasts. At that moment, I felt
an unprecedented excitement. A long period of sexual abstinence had robbed this delicate woman of her former allure.
His fingers slid to my contracting labia, caressing them up and down. I let out a long-forgotten moan. Time
flies, especially after the pleasure. I felt completely empty, with only
one desire within me: to enter, to enter deeply.
"Li, this won't do. We're father and daughter. We can't do this," my father said, caressing me. "
It's okay. I'm not that crawling girl anymore. I'm a mature woman now. I want to be loved too.
Love me with special love, Father." Although I knew my father's words were somewhat insincere, I still
took responsibility and blame upon myself. Only in this way would he not feel guilty and would wholeheartedly enjoy
and give love.
As soon as I finished speaking, my hands reached deep into his crotch. I felt his penis was very hot, as if it could scorch everything.
My hands moved over the glans, and my father's eyes became somewhat glazed.
"Li, stop."
He tried to push me away, but his hands held me tightly.
"Father, I know what men want most. I'm a mature woman. Give it to me," I
said firmly. At the same time, I gripped his hand tightly and placed it on my firm breasts.
His penis throbbed beneath my abdomen, his hand began to ravage my breasts, and his eyes
lingered between my legs. I reached behind my back, found the drawstring of my shirt, and untied it, exposing my breasts
. He began to pant. I took his hand again and pressed it against my bare breasts. I felt this
passion was going a little too far; I was actually seducing my own father.
He was excited by the sight he saw. Faced with a mature woman, a naked
woman, he couldn't control himself. He began to move his hand from my breasts, gently touching and caressing them, then using his hand to... (a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual?br>under my breasts, feeling their weight. He rubbed my nipples back and forth with his thumbs, and soon they hardened
. I began to feel heat rising throughout my body. I licked my lips, gently leaned down, and told my father, "Come in,
I want you.
"...
He squeezed my breasts again and again, his breathing becoming rough,
pouring all his passion into those two things in his hands.
He kept stroking them. And my breasts showed great pleasure in his actions, because An
didn't spend much time on them; he always squeezed them hard, and the pain from this made me feel more pain than
pleasure. My father was caressing my nipples in a way that no one had ever used before, pressing them from time to time, sucking incessantly on those
two pink buds. All of this made me feel incredibly happy. I
was surprised that he spent so much time on my breasts; judging from his behavior, it seemed like he had no intention of stopping. No one had ever put any effort
into , but today they felt unparalleled pleasure. My heart was racing, my blood
was flowing faster, a heat was burning between my legs, and my lower abdomen was becoming wet.
My father finally grabbed my clothes and quickly took them off. I tilted my head back, and he held me with one hand,
then kissed my lips. He sucked and stirred, while his other hand moved towards my crotch, accurately finding my vagina.
His fingers explored my clitoris passionately like a tongue. My breathing became increasingly labored, my
body grew more and more excited, and I writhed more violently.
Oh…oh… I cried out ecstatically.
As my vagina became increasingly wet, he finally took off his pants. He was strong, with well-defined muscles. His penis
was thick and long, larger than Ann's, and with thicker hair…
He lifted my legs and spread them apart. I opened my knees, and he knelt between my legs,
thrusting his penis inside me.
My God, at the moment my vagina was fully filled, I trembled all over. I hadn't felt this feeling in so long…
With each thrust of his penis, I felt its unparalleled hardness and unwavering confidence.
This feeling is indescribable, it can only be expressed as moans of "Ah... Oh..."
His penis throbbed again and again, accompanied by gush of fluid. He thrust forward forcefully,
faster and faster, more and more violently. My internal organs were twisted by the thrusting of his penis, my body
trembled , and I helplessly closed my eyes...
With a wave of heat, his semen erupted violently inside my vagina. My vagina spasmed,
sucking on his penis. He groaned, squeezing into my body until the last drop.
That night, we had nothing to say except for making love and the moans during lovemaking. The next day,
my father woke me up, but didn't speak. I knew it was the past, a past that shouldn't be recalled.
Even so, I still felt a little ashamed, perhaps out of human instinct.
Time passed drop by drop, and we continued to live as before, the pain of asexuality still
tormenting us time and time again. But that one impulsive, shameful, joyful, and unrestrained night will likely be deeply
etched in our minds. I showed filial piety to the elderly in a special way, and he reciprocated with a special kind of love…
…
The End

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