【Oh no! My husband is coming back! Dad, what should I do?】 (Full text)

(Foreword)
"Lanlan" in this article is a pseudonym. If you happen to know someone named "Lanlan"—whether alive or dead—don't take it 　　seriously 　　.
This is fictional. 　　(
Huh? You insist on taking it seriously? Oh my god, you're definitely not an idiot. The word 　　" 　　idiot 　　" doesn't do 　　you 　　justice .) 　　**************** 　　... Yes, logically speaking, I should find someone else. We could share the household chores and finances, and 　　look after each other in our old age. At least teamwork makes the work easier. 　　After the mourning period, relatives and friends started introducing me to potential partners. To be honest, I was tempted, but I didn't remarry. 　　I was afraid they would take my share of the property, and I was afraid they would treat Lanlan badly. 　　Everyone who knows me says I'm a good father. Many relatives and friends have given me evasive advice, saying that this 　　can't go on, it's not good for my health. 　　I don't know what they're trying to say. 　　Everyone knows I'm suffering. Everyone knows I'm heterosexual. I'm very strong in that area, but I can only 　　endure it. My suffering is unknown to my relatives and friends. 　　What happened later was both my blessing and my retribution, who knows? 　　(♀) 　　My husband went abroad for a long-term assignment. Two weeks after he left, I started to feel that discomfort. 　　My desire flared up, and I didn't know how to relieve it. I can masturbate, but after marriage, my vagina has been exposed to a penis, so masturbation is 　　less effective. 　　Cooking alone is boring, I'm too lazy to cook, and even if I do cook, I'm too lazy to eat. I quickly lost weight. My dad came to see me and 　　said I didn't look well. 　　(♂) 　　I was heartbroken. This isn't a long-term solution. I said, "Why don't you move in with me? We can take care of each other, it'll be convenient 　　, save us the trouble of traveling back and forth, and we can eat regularly." She agreed. 　　(♀) 　　My dad started helping me pack. 　　Looking at the bulging muscles on his arms and smelling the testosterone emanating from his body, my heart pounded 　　. His good health is a blessing for me. 　　(♂) 　　After moving in and unpacking, smelling her familiar scent, my heart stirred. 　　Lanlan asked me, "Shall we eat first or... you know... first?" 　　Of course, first! I pushed her onto the bed. 　　(♀) 　　My pussy was throbbing, I really wanted it. He pulled down my underwear. I was happy to. We've both been there, 　　no hesitation at all. I think being coy and hiding is the most pretentious thing to do. 　　From childhood, he took care of everything for me, from eating and drinking to sleeping and changing schools, parent-teacher conferences—everything, big and small . 　　I know it wasn't easy for him. 　　When I was in fourth grade, he told me that girls would get their first period and not to be afraid. In fifth grade, I got my period. 　　My dad was very calm and took out the sanitary napkins and sanitary belts he had prepared for me. I looked at the sanitary belts, not knowing 　　what they were for. My dad said that the bleeding would be heavier on the first and second days, and wearing these would help keep the sanitary napkins in place, 　　especially at night, so that the sheets and blankets wouldn't get dirty. 　　I was smart in these matters even as a child, knowing how to protect myself without hurting my dad. In front of outsiders, our 　　father-daughter relationship was naturally harmonious. I was still a virgin when I got married. 　　(♂) 　　I attached great importance to her sex education. For example, after showering, she would walk around the house naked, without wearing 　　clothes. I intentionally helped her get familiar with men, their bodies, and their reactions. 　　Before she got married, I always helped her shower, sometimes we would shower together. I felt this was natural 　　and just what I should do. What's wrong? 　　I helped her wash down there. I knew she was experiencing pleasure. If she objected, I would respect her opinion. But she 　　never objected. 　　(♀) 　　I understood early on that a man's life is hard without a woman. I knew my father never remarried for my own good. I 　　also knew that his state of being alone was abnormal. 　　When he was really uncomfortable, he would have me wash his penis with soap and masturbate him until he ejaculated on me and into 　　my hand. I knew about the process of male ejaculation from a very young age, so it was a kind of knowledge. But he never hurt me. 　　He made me feel pleasure and joy I had never experienced before. I realized that he was very good at playing with a woman's body and feelings 　　. Physiologically, he also had his unspeakable secrets. We "helped each other." 　　I became more and more eager for "that thing." At work, in other people's eyes, I was a key business employee, a dutiful daughter 　　, and a well-behaved wife. 　　Only I knew that I was inherently lewd. Maybe I was "developed" early? 　　Incest after marriage didn't affect my husband or disrespect my mother. If Dad went to prostitutes, or I had an affair, 　　I would get STDs and be harassed. The consequences would be worse than dealing with it myself. 　　(♂) 　　She can release the pressure on my seminal vesicles and keep me healthy. I also masturbate to her, giving her pleasure. 　　I don't think there's anything wrong with that. It's a private family matter. As long as I keep quiet, no one 　　will know. She won't say anything either. 　　I've never felt guilty. I don't think I'm a bastard. On the contrary, I think I'm a good father. 　　(♀) 　　Dad and I are both educated and have strong opinions, so worldly things don't affect us much. 　　Dad is chaste and doesn't go to prostitutes. I give him release and satisfaction. After that, he treats me even better, creating 　　a positive cycle. 　　Before I got married, Dad let me experience the pleasure of being a woman and that intoxicating joy. 　　Living with Dad, in the summer, it's hot, and I wear little clothing, which is see-through. Plus, I have lustful desires, so I often intentionally 　　expose parts of my body in front of him to satisfy my exhibitionism.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I seduced my father, though his excellent health was also a factor.
We didn't use contraception after getting married, and two years passed without any results. I secretly went to the OB-GYN, and the result
was both disappointing and reassuring.
The diagnosis: my fallopian tubes were blocked.
The doctor suggested unblocking them. I said no.
After leaving the OB-GYN, I bought myself an ice cream and enjoyed it.
In other words: I could have as much fun as I wanted without getting pregnant.
I immediately dialed my cell phone: Dad? I have some good news for you…
(♂)
Theoretically it's incest, but in reality, Lanlan won't get pregnant, so there's no possibility of disrupting blood relations and harming society.
Therefore, my relationship with my daughter is purely about satisfying our respective physiological needs, like eating and sleeping.
I kissed her. She reached out and touched my penis. It made me very hard. After
touching it for a while, she whispered to me, "I'm itchy."
I pinched her clitoris and asked, "Where are you itchy?"
She smiled, turned her head away, and didn't answer.
I got up and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll go cook."
She quickly said, "I'm itchy inside."
I continued masturbating her and asked, "Where is 'inside'?"
She blushed and whispered, "My pussy."
(♀)
I like it when my dad talks dirty to me in bed. My husband never talks, he just keeps going and it's boring.
My dad masturbated while I asked, "Did you touch yourself yesterday?"
I touched his penis and honestly answered, "Yes, I did."
He asked, "Did you enjoy it? Did you come?" (Enjoyed = came = orgasmed)
I said, "Yes."
He asked, "How did you touch yourself?"
I had to perform for him in front of him, touching my breasts and my pussy at the same time, and my pussy quickly became wet. I like
to tease men.
He watched me masturbate and asked, "Sucking carrots?"
I said, "No."
He asked, "When you're masturbating at home, who are you thinking about?"
I answered truthfully, "My husband, of course."
He asked, "Nonsense! Why would you think about him?"
I said, "I imagine six escaped prisoners breaking into my house, violently stripping me naked, tearing my underwear
, grabbing my breasts and pinching, pressing, and sucking them, constantly swearing at me. They touch me, do to me, ravage me, torture
me, rape me. And there are many men watching me."
He touched my vaginal opening and said, "You're soaking wet."
I said, "Yes. Daddy, help me."
He said, "What's wrong with you?"
I said, "My little cunt is so itchy."
He went down to my crotch, spread my legs, and started sucking me. I like being sucked, but my husband never does; he
finds it smelly, maybe he thinks it's lowly.
My dad started licking my clitoris and labia with his tongue, and even scraping me with the tip of his lips and tongue, scraping
wherever I was sensitive.
He got an erection. His penis was exceptionally thick and powerful, much larger than my husband's. His friction on my vagina
was also more intense than his, and he used more positions for longer periods.
I was brought to orgasm by his penis. He was very clever, always satisfying me first with his tongue, fingers, and even toes before
doing whatever he wanted.
After my orgasm, he came up and hugged me, his face and chin covered in his saliva and my secretions.
Daddy penetrated me. The familiar feeling of being filled. The creaking began.
(♂)
This old iron bed frame was beyond its service life; it creaked and swayed with every movement.
As I slowly fucked her, I said, "Tomorrow I'll get a new bed, one with hydraulic pull rods, so it's completely silent
."
She said, "No. I love the creaking sound."
I said, "Is it awful?"
She said, "As soon as I hear that creaking, I get aroused down there."
I fucked her harder. Self-produced and self-consumed, it had a unique and exciting flavor.
(♀)
I was driven mad by my dad's fucking. His penis was a magic wand, moving and stopping, lasting for an hour at a time. He was like a high-powered, bouncy
car, driving me to the brink of madness.
My husband only lasts two minutes at most.
My dad's erect penis rubbed back and forth inside my vagina. It felt so good. My dad was raping me,
calling out my nickname as he did so.
(♂)
While being fucked, she said to me, "Daddy, scold me."
I knew my daughter loved hearing me curse her while I was fucking her.
I said, "Slut, whore!"
She said, "Oh, Daddy...oh, oh, I feel so good! I haven't been fucked for days, my pussy is so itchy."
I said, "You need to be disciplined! You slut!"
She said, "Yes, yes, I'm a slut..."
I said, "Pick it yourself!"
Her hands spread open her pussy and started picking at her clitoris.
(♀)
My fingers were nimble and soft, moving with intention, adjusting pressure at will, knowing the temperature perfectly.
In front of my father, my already wet fingers lingered on the most sensitive spots.
In bed, in this exhilarating moment, saying bold, vulgar things was even more stimulating.
My dad deliberately used vulgar language to tease me, and I liked it.
He asked, "Lanlan, what are you and Dad doing?"
I replied, "Lanlan and Dad are fucking."
He asked, "Where is Dad's penis?"
I said, "In Lanlan's vagina."
Hearing and saying these things, I had no other thought but to want him to thrust into me hard.
Water splashed. My palms were sweating. I lost control and let out a muffled moan.
The feeling of making love was so good. My vagina was so full, I could feel the thrusting, I could feel Dad's penis
rubbing hard against my vagina, his thick, hard penis rubbing against my tender, warm vaginal cavity, it was truly heavenly.
(♂)
I could almost feel the folds of her vagina being stretched open by my thrusting.
Her vagina was so wet, each thrust brought out water. My testicles were completely covered in her juices.
She suddenly screamed, her head snapped back, her face ashen, her expression contorted, utterly hideous. I knew she had orgasmed
.
I was proud to bring my daughter to orgasm.
I loved watching her orgasm, loved seeing her lose control. Her orgasms were far more slutty than her mother's.
(♀)
I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
I plunged into an abyss of humiliation and ecstasy, I rode my cock, I was falling, I couldn't tell
if I was feeling pleasure or despair, ugliness or beauty.
I only knew my pussy was dripping wet. My pussy was so cheap, drooling over my dad. I could hear
my pussy making gurgling sounds as it was being fucked.
Like a cow treading on mud, like a cat licking water. Those were the animalistic sounds I made, sounds that made me ashamed. Those were beautiful
sounds.
Dad fucked me while touching my face, my lips, my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked on his finger.
Dad said, "Look at you, you slutty thing!"
Dad fucked me faster. I was being held by my own father, my mouth filled with his fingers, my legs shamelessly wrapped
around his waist, my own hands spreading my legs and stimulating my clitoris. How lewd this scene was! I was a slutty, bad woman
. Thinking of this, I felt dizzy, and my lower body began to contract violently. I came.
I was fucked to orgasm by my father's cock. The feeling of orgasm was so good. In that moment,
you would feel that any price was worth it!
From the crest of orgasm, I slowly fell back to my senses. I stared blankly at the ceiling, saw my mother
, saw my husband, saw them watching me, their faces calm and peaceful.
I repaid my father for his nurturing and sacrifice with my body. But after all, he was my biological father, and it felt strange
.
I knew I was doing something bad. I was guilty.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop.
(♂)
I touched her nipples. Her breasts were swollen and full, and even though she was lying flat, I could still feel their youthful texture
. I like big breasts.
No reason why. I just hate flat chests. That's my preference.
I asked, "Was masturbating good?"
She said, "Yeah, but not as good as Daddy's."
I pulled my penis out and touched her vagina with my fingers. Her vagina was hot, and her juices were flowing freely.
I shoved my hard penis, which was covered in her murky juices, directly into her mouth. I fucked
my daughter's mouth like an animal.
Vulgar, right? I'm just that vulgar.
Love should be sacred, right? How can it be defiled like this? I'm just that defiled.
(♀)
Daddy's penis completely filled my mouth, slippery.
His pubic hair pricked my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. Before I could even sneeze, I realized that his big penis had already
been thrust into my throat.
My stomach churned, and I immediately felt like vomiting.
Dad made me roll over onto him, 69, woman on top.
Dad's penis was fucking my mouth while his mouth and hands played with my genitals, even starting to penetrate my anus.
He made my pussy swell and itch again. This thing is so intoxicating, so addictive.
I felt it in my rectum too, so embarrassing...
(♂)
She suddenly spat out my penis.
I heard her say to me, "Daddy, my little slut needs to poop."
Without thinking, I said, "Poop on Daddy's face."
She started straining, but after several minutes, there was no movement.
(♀)
Dad kept holding my butt. I guess his eyes were fixed on my anus. No matter
how relaxed I was, I couldn't poop. I was really embarrassed. Even though I'm very familiar with Dad, we've never played this kind of game before
.
Dad patted my butt and said, "Little slut, stick your ass out! Or should Dad do it like you did when you
were little?"
I realized that when I was little, Dad had seen me poop countless times.
Go ahead and poop, anyway, I'm Daddy's little slut.
I heard Dad say, "Your mom has more wrinkles around her eyes than there are on your anus."
I laughed, relaxed. Without a hint of disrespect. Every woman ages eventually.
(♂)
I greedily licked her anus. Her little anus was slippery from my licking. Everything was ready, just waiting for the protagonist
.
I heard her straining.
Right in front of me, only four or five centimeters from my face, I saw my daughter's anus begin to stretch, stretch
. The anal sphincter muscles began to engorge, turning a pale purple. Her
anus was stretched open!
I saw the top of the poop come out.
I smelled the aroma of her poop, my heart started racing, and I felt lightheaded. That smell was absolutely magical.
I hadn't seen her poop since she was an adult.
The thick piece of poop kept moving out, struggling along the way.
The exposed piece of poop grew longer and longer, never stopping, never stopping. My God, what has she been eating these past few days
?
The top of the poop landed on my nose. I carefully cradled it in my hands and moved it backward, afraid of breaking it. I wanted to see
just how long it was.
(♀)
I heard my dad praise me, saying, "Lanlan, you're so beautiful, so great! Keep it up. Your pooping posture is so pretty.
How can your poop be so beautiful?"
Under my dad's nose, I kept pooping and pooping. I was so excited to be defecating in front of my dad because I realized
how perverted this behavior was. The more perverted it was, the more excited I became. This world is so strange.
Such behavior is simply unimaginable for my husband.
(♂)
The strong smell of poop enveloped me. I pervertedly indulged in it.
Suddenly, my daughter's vaginal opening loosened, and a stream of hot, yellowish urine gushed out of her urethra, splashing all over my face. So smelly.
I drank some; it was salty and didn't taste good. (Do you think I'm really perverted? I'm very careful in choosing my food .
)
The poop was still being expelled. I touched the poop. It was lumpy, coarse, and hard, and I estimated its diameter to be about five inches.
Centimeters, about forty centimeters long.
She finally finished defecating. The entire stool was in my hand. Without thinking, I pried open her vagina and
inserted the stool into her vagina.
I gripped the stool and fucked her hard.
She twisted her buttocks, moaned, and even pushed her buttocks against me. I understood that this slut wanted me to fuck her deeper.
The forty-centimeter-long, thick stool must have already reached her cervix.
(♀)
Why? Why do I feel so good during such a perverted act?
Dad bent his legs. I held his feet and started licking his toes.
Psychologically, I felt something was wrong; I knew shame. Physiologically, I secreted fluids, I enjoyed it, and I
threw morality and shame far away.
I understand that we are all psychological perverts.
But the more consciously I felt that the other person was my father, the more excited I became, and I felt that the feeling was different from my husband (my
sex life with my husband seemed bland and boring).
The stool I defecated began to partially dissolve under the action of my vaginal fluid, and the sticky stool liquid smeared on my vagina, making it filthy.
I know all too well that incest is condemned. But I can't resist.
I know it's wrong, but I'm powerless to break free. I'm bent over on the bed, being
fucked by my dad with a piece of my own freshly excreted poop, whimpering like a bitch.
(♂)
Suddenly, the phone rings.
I leave the poop piece inside my daughter's vagina, wipe my hands with a tissue, and pick up the phone.
(♀)
Dad hangs up, and I ask, "Who is it?"
Dad says, "Don't ask yet. We'll talk about it later."
I ask, "Who is it?"
Dad sighs and says, "It's your husband. He says he's coming back."
God, my husband is coming back! What should I do? Give up my powerful father? Go back to my weak husband?
Or give up my husband?
[The End]

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