[Great Father-Daughter Love]

My father is a police officer, 45 years old this year, and 180 cm tall. His long-term exercise keeps him in
excellent .

He can run 1500 meters in under 7 minutes and easily do push-ups and pull-ups.
Because of his consistent training, his muscles look no different from a man in his twenties;
Dr. Ju says his heart and lungs show no signs of aging.

My mother… she passed away 10 years ago. She was also a police officer, but tragically died in the line of duty
at the young age of 30. Since then, my father has never remarried. His colleagues introduced
him to many women, and many girls approached him; I remember the youngest was only
20, not much older than me. But my father rejected them all. I remember overhearing my father
talking to his captain, Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang said, "Old Lin, what's wrong with you? You can't find a single woman you like?"

My father said, "No." "Then what's wrong with you?" "Old Wang, I'm thinking, our child is around ten
years old now, her personality is most volatile, and she's the most difficult to get along with. Think about how much it would affect her if I found another woman!
Besides, those women's personalities aren't good either. Some of them explicitly said they didn't want Nannan (my nickname). If I married
them , how much suffering would our child endure! I don't want to betray Ping (my mother)."

"Sigh, that's true, but she's a girl. It's alright now, but in a few years, some things
will be very difficult for you, a man. Besides, a family isn't complete without a woman!" After much arguing, my father still
didn't agree to remarry. To be honest, I was really afraid my father would remarry. I even thought that if my father found me
a new mother, I would kill myself. I was happy to hear that my father wouldn't remarry. Alas, I was so young then, how could I understand
my father 's difficulties!

My father really didn't remarry. Even though he was tired, he never missed a meal for me. At the time, because I was happy that my father didn't remarry, I
helped with some housework. But school was also very busy, so I never got to do much.

Since my mother passed away, the biggest change in my father was that he started smoking and drinking. When my mother was alive, my father
didn't smoke or drink, but after her death, he quickly picked up these two things. I often saw
my father drinking alone, feeling depressed. Sometimes, Uncle Wang would come and drink with my father. At these times, they
would say things I didn't understand, like "the awkwardness of being a single man." However, I eventually
understood what that meant.

I was 15 years old that year. I remember it was a Saturday, and my father went to a reunion with his comrades. He didn't get home until
very late , and he seemed to have drunk a lot. I helped him to his bedroom. My father kept
muttering something, and I noticed that the way he looked at me was a little different than usual. I helped him to bed, and my
father waved me out. I went out and went back to my room to read.

A few minutes later, I heard my father making some noise in his room. I thought he was trying to vomit
, so I went over. But when I got to his door, I heard him calling someone's name.
I thought he was calling my mother, which wasn't surprising; he had called my mother's
name . I didn't want to disturb him, so I stood at the door and listened quietly. But what I heard wasn't my mother's
name, but my own. I heard my father calling my name softly, "Xiaoying, Xiaoying." The tone was really
strange.

I secretly went to the door and peeked through the crack. What I saw shocked me. My father was kneeling on
the bed, holding a photo of me in one hand and stroking a penis in the other. The penis was long and
thick, looking like my arm, with a small umbrella-like object at the tip. His
hand moved faster and faster, his body seemed to tense, and finally, he let out a low growl, and a white substance
spurted from the penis, landing on the photo.

At the time, I didn't know what the penis was, or what my father was doing. I just thought, "My
lost photo has finally been found." But watching this scene, my legs felt like they were nailed to the ground. I stood in
front of the door, waiting until it was all over before staggering back to my room. Sitting on the bed, I noticed
my crotch was wet. I took off my underwear and found my lower body a mess. I stared at the scene in confusion.
Suddenly, my father's actions flashed through my mind, and several words came to mind: penis, male, sex,
ejaculation… My mind went blank, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I rushed to the toilet and vomited into the bowl. After vomiting, I sat weakly on the floor,
suddenly feeling a surge of energy in my lower abdomen. My genitals felt wet and itchy, and my breasts swelled and ached. My
hands involuntarily reached for my genitals… and soon, I had my first orgasm. That night, I
tossed and turned in bed. I knew clearly that from this day forward, I was no longer a little girl; I
had grown up. My father had made me grow up.

I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. I felt a mix of shame and joy, and resentment towards my father.
I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my father had left; he had to
go to work at the police station. A large bowl of fragrant noodles was on the table. Seeing this, tears streamed down my face.
I no longer resented my father. I understood the "awkwardness of a single man," and I understood
the meaning of Uncle Wang's words, "A man cannot live without a woman."

Back then, I was still quite naive. I just thought I should do more for my dad so he
wouldn't feel embarrassed anymore. From then on, no matter how busy I was with my studies, I always tried to do as much housework as possible. Under my care,
the house gradually became cleaner, and my dad became more energetic. At that time, I noticed that the way he looked at me
had gradually changed. It was the way he looked at a woman, not a little girl. My dad stopped calling me "Nannan"
and started calling me "Xiaoying." He stopped hugging me casually, stopped tickling me with his beard, and stopped buying me food,
replacing it with cosmetics. I clearly felt that my dad had started to see me as a woman.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye. I was admitted to university, and my father was going to be alone at home again.
Before , I reminded my father about all the things to do at home several times, until he smiled and said, "Okay, daughter."
"You've grown up! You know how to manage the household now." It was only then that I realized I had completely adapted to the role of "housewife."

But how could I not feel ashamed of its implications?

In university, I learned more about relationships between men and women, and I fully understood my father's "awkwardness"

and his troubles. Thinking of his hardships over the past ten years, I thought: I'm a woman too, why
can't I use my body to solve my father's problems? He's my father, everything I have is from him,
what can't I give him? Moreover, his hardships and troubles over the past ten years are worth doing anything for him,
including comforting him with my body. But the power of societal norms is immense. I know very well that I'm willing
to do anything for my father, but the immense pressure of societal norms prevents me from making a decision. Until I met "Sister Hong."

I met her online; she also had that kind of relationship with her father. We chatted for a long time, and one of her
sentences touched me deeply: "The world is ruthless, but love is eternal and indestructible. Parents'
love is especially selfless. " My father endured over a decade of loneliness for me; he was even willing to sell his own blood for me.
As his daughter, everything I have comes from him; what is there that I cannot give him?

I was deeply moved. I knew my father had sacrificed no less for me than her father. If she could do it,
why couldn't I? I was an adult now; I could make my own decisions and
take responsibility .

Time always flies, and before I knew it, winter vacation arrived. I returned home and discovered that my father did
n't have a girlfriend; he was still living alone. I made up my mind to do what I wanted to do. But I realized
it wasn't so simple. Unlike me, my father was older and more influenced by societal norms; even if
I wanted to do it, I wasn't sure I could influence him. I didn't know where to begin. It was clear that the "talking"
method was completely unusable. If it failed the first time, there wouldn't be a second chance, and it would seriously damage
the relationship between my father and me. I was at my wit's end and had no choice but to turn to Sister Hong again. She said that her father had initially disagreed as well,
and being from the mountains, he was even more stubborn, but she had still managed to persuade him. She said she was willing to help me.

She told me to pay attention to my appearance, not to be careless just because I was at home, and to
always be mindful of my femininity in every aspect; furthermore,
it would be even better if my father saw my body a few times. Besides that, she said she... I would talk to my father online to see what to do.

After that, I did start paying attention to my behavior, trying to act more like a "woman."
I tried to imagine myself as a tenant rather than a daughter, and to
treat I also intentionally left the bathroom door open while showering, knowing my father had seen it before.

I also tried to overcome my discomfort, wearing only a nightgown at home, without a bra or underwear. I
clearly felt that my father's gaze towards me was becoming increasingly different; several times, I even saw
a wild, animalistic glint in his eyes. But then ... That's how it is, but my father's attitude towards me is becoming increasingly distant; he's deliberately avoiding
me. I don't know what to do; I'm conflicted. On one hand, I feel like I'm seducing my father, leading
him to commit a crime; on the other hand, I feel my charm isn't enough to achieve my goal.

One day online, Sister Hong finally spoke up. She said she could tell my father was
attracted to . She said he told her he was even afraid to face me, afraid of doing something to hurt me; she
also said he hadn't been sleeping well these past few nights. Sister Hong said to me, "Keep going, little sister, you're
almost there!" But my inner conflict only intensified. I told her, "Sister Hong, I don't want to do this anymore! I feel like I
'm seducing my dad into committing a crime! And I feel like I'm a prostitute, trying every means to give my body
to someone else, and that client is my own father! I've heard that every man has a beast inside him,
and now I feel it. Do I really want to do this? To try and destroy the great image my father has in my heart
?!" She remained silent for a long time before replying, “Yes, I’ve thought about that too. You
must know that what we’re doing is not only unacceptable to society, but also to nature. My father and I had
three children, but I couldn’t let them be born because they violated both ethics and nature: they were all
flawed. At this moment, I also wonder, what am I doing this for? What I’m doing isn’t wrong, but I
feel uneasy. I feel that, in a sense, we might become like ‘Iocasta,’ violating human ethics and
ultimately reaping the consequences.” She continued, “My dear sister, you are a brave girl and a wise person.

You should know that we are actually on a path of no return. We may never be able to hope for the world
’s sympathy and will be forever alone. Since that’s the case, why should we make ourselves sad? Since you have doubts,
don’t force yourself. Because although we are not wrong, we will remain alone. We may carry this heavy
burden for the rest of our lives.

Since that’s the case, why don’t we give ourselves in happiness and spend these
years in happiness?” "After that, Sister Hong disappeared, and I never saw her again. My plans also came to a halt
.

Life seemed to quickly return to normal, but my heart was restless; I was constantly battling with myself. Until one
day, my father and I went out to buy New Year's goods. When we came back, my father insisted on carrying everything upstairs by himself. I
couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I had to agree. As I walked behind him, I suddenly noticed his signs of aging. His gray hair and
slightly hunched back all showed his decline. Actually, from the front, my father didn't look old. His health
wasn't worse than mine; in terms of leg strength, arm strength, and back strength, my father was far superior to me and even
better than the young people in his team. But I still felt he was old. Tears welled up in my eyes. When we got home, I asked him, 'Dad,
why don't you remarry?' He said, 'I'm not young anymore. Remarrying would bring more burdens, and I
'm not . I'm afraid I can't handle it. Besides, my daughter manages our household, so I'm at ease.

And, sigh, I still can't forget your mother!' " "Yes, Mom, why did I forget that?

I want to be with Father because I have Mother's blood in me, don't I? Why would I think of myself as
a prostitute?

No, I'm not. I'm an extension of my mother. What Mother owes Father, I will make up for!"

Once I made up my mind, the rest was much easier. I knew what Dad would do and when.
I would wait a few days, waiting for a memorable day.

Soon, it was New Year's Eve. Since Mom passed away, our family hadn't celebrated the New Year. Every New Year's Eve,
Dad would stay in his room, murmuring to Mom's photo. But I knew that since I started
high school , the focus had changed. Just as Dad said, I looked more and more like Mom…

After dinner, Dad and I left the dining room. Dad went back to his room. And I, after thoroughly
washing myself, also went back to my room. In my room, I took off my clothes and
gently applied the lubricant I had prepared beforehand to my genitals. Then I knelt down and prayed fervently to Mom,
asking her to bless me so that I could make up for Dad's hard work and exhaustion.

I went to Dad's room, and as I expected, Dad was masturbating to my photo. When he saw
me, the photo in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. He was stunned. I guessed that although he had always had
feelings , he never imagined she would do something like this. Without saying a word, I went up to my father, sat
beside , and with trembling hands grasped his limp penis. I gently said, "Dad, let your daughter soothe your
weariness!"

I don't want to go into the details, but in short, with my immature oral skills, my father quickly regained his virility, and
I heard his groans. I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as possible, guiding my father's
hardness to touch my tenderness. I felt him trembling, but wasn't I trembling too? At this moment,
there was no doubt or fear in my heart, only excitement and a slight unease. Wasn't it? Was I to use my
daughter's body, to soothe something so huge? It was as thick as my wrist, almost as
long as my forearm. I gripped my knees tightly with both hands, spreading my legs as wide as possible. I knew there was no need to say
anything ; at this moment, every man knew what to do. Sure enough, I felt my father's large, rough hands
caress my two rosy nipples. Ah… like two currents of electricity shooting from my chest, instantly coursing through my entire body.

My father lay on top of me, gently asking, "Good child, are you really going to do this?" "Yes,
Dad, ah... I... I've made up my mind. I want to use... ah... to soothe your
loneliness! Don't tell me anything about... ah... about things not conforming to societal norms. I've thought about it for a long time, and waited for it for a long time.
Come, on your daughter's body, ah... ah... come, come and find your mother's shadow." My father said nothing
more . He gently removed my hands from my knees, raising them above my head. I
covered my eyes with my arms, fully experiencing this blissful feeling.

My father knew my mother's sensitive spots, which meant he knew mine. His hands roamed nimbly over my
body , sometimes lightly pinching and pressing my nipples, sometimes skillfully circling my virgin territory.
My body no longer belonged to me, but to its creator... After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his hands leave
my body, tightly gripping my waist, his legs spreading my legs apart. I knew the most important
moment had arrived. Mother, bless me! My father bent down and said to me, "It's coming. It might hurt a lot.
If it hurts, just scream!" I nodded and bit my lower lip tightly. I could feel an incredibly hard,
enormous thing thrusting deep into my tender depths. A searing pain, as if my body were being torn apart,
shot from my lower body to the top of my head. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes, and I could clearly taste a salty, metallic
flavor in my mouth.

My father stopped, removed his hands from my waist, gently wiped away my tears, and said tenderly,
"Does it hurt? My good child, the worst is over. Now, I will let my dear daughter experience
the greatest pleasure!"

Looking back now, I have no doubt that it was indeed the first time in my life I had experienced such immense pleasure:
my father 's hands once again roamed nimbly over my body, his hardness
expanding and contracting gently within my narrow, delicate frame. Each contraction eased my pain a little and increased my pleasure a little.
In the end, I only remember being completely lost in that astonishing pleasure: waves of warm current rose from that tender
place , slowly spreading throughout my body. My mind went blank, my consciousness was confused. I only remember
that each time that hard, massive pillar entered, it pushed deep into my tender depths, breaking open the opening of my uterus, touching the very
top . And after each almost endless withdrawal, the edge of that giant umbrella would always bring out warm water,
moistening the lush grass.

Afterwards, I would always drift off to sleep in a dizzying fall, only to wake up to find the massive pillar
still relentlessly thrusting in and out. I would repeat the same scene: throbbing my body, shouting something,
continuing my frenzy… I don't know how long I went on that night. With the final thrust, I felt my father's hot
semen shoot deep inside me, and then I passed out again. Then, until the next day.

I woke up to my father's kind gaze and immediately threw myself into his arms. He kissed me
, gently caressing my waist and rosy cheeks, telling me about my frenzy the previous night, until I shyly buried my head
in his arms. Dad said I had seven orgasms last night. "You're as sensitive as your mother!"
But he lasted an hour, after all; how many people can do that?! From then on, I stayed with my father until I graduated from university, when I decided to try having a child

with him .
We made a pact: if we had a healthy child, it would mean God had allowed us to be together.
From then on, he would no longer be the father, and I would no longer be the daughter. We would
live as husband and wife, with our son, in another place. If we had a child with defects, it would mean God had angered
us , and we would have to separate immediately, marry separately, and return to our original lives.

Thank God, from the time I became pregnant until now, I've undergone countless tests, and today I can finally confirm that I'm carrying
a healthy boy. I will give birth to him; he will be
the flesh and blood of me and Rui Ge (formerly my father, now my husband), a gift from my mother and me to Rui Ge. Moreover, I have found a job in another
country , and the three of us will immigrate together. Ultimately, I believe we will have a wonderful
life.

P.S.: I started thinking about writing this article after Rui Ge and I had our first time, but when I started writing...
We graduated, and for the first time, we had sex without either of us using contraception. When it finally ended, I
was nine months pregnant, about to give birth. As I finished, Rui Ge was pressing his ear to my belly to listen to our
son 's voice. Now, I've got everything sorted out; through some complicated methods, we're legally
married. Tomorrow, we're leaving, never to return.

Looking back, we, especially me, have come a very difficult journey. I believe there are many girls who have had
similar experiences, but few have the courage, especially... Sister Hong is right: worldly customs are ruthless. At the same time, tradition's influence is deeply ingrained.

Besides courage, I should say that luck was the most important factor in getting me this far.

I don't believe that sisters who have experienced what I have should do what I did. On the contrary, I understand Sister Hong,
her exhaustion and pain. I want to say, sisters, don't casually challenge worldly norms; it's dangerous.
Those who detach themselves from worldly norms are always lonely. I'm fortunate not to have encountered more difficulties, but who knows what the future holds?

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