My most intimate sexual partner

Chapter 1: Serving My
Father That night, my father and I made a pact not to cheat or commit incest, but at times I couldn't bear to give up. I had already cheated, having so many real sexual encounters with the old man, several times without condoms, the ultimate flesh-to-flesh intercourse. I tasted that sweetness, experienced that wonderful feeling, the soul-stirring, ecstatic pleasure and extreme enjoyment of having sex with the old man—how could I forget it? Especially now, facing my own father, I often felt a sense of trepidation, as if walking on thin ice. It was this feeling that constantly haunted me, tempting me relentlessly. I secretly made a resolution: I wouldn't give up until I seduced my father. I had to seduce my own father, make him my closest sexual partner, and rediscover the joy of sex and the taste of love.
Just as I was planning my next step to get my father to have sex with me, heaven truly smiled upon me; my opportunity arrived.
That day, Dad went out and was grazed by an electric tricycle, causing him to tumble. There happened to be a garbage collector by the roadside. There was a pile of scrap metal, and Dad's arms got stuck in it. Although there weren't any serious injuries, he had two small cuts on his arms, requiring several stitches at the hospital. He also had many small cuts on both hands.
After the treatment, his hands and arms were wrapped in gauze, and he even got a tetanus shot. The driver took Dad home, repeatedly apologizing and saying not to worry about the cost, to ensure Dad received proper treatment, and that it was a hot day, so I should take good care of the old man. We were very touched by his words, and Dad was very grateful, as if we had done something wrong. The man even left two thousand yuan for me to use to help Dad recover.
I didn't say anything more, and the driver left, thanking me profusely. Looking at Dad, I thought, this is my turn to be attentive.
Dad's legs weren't injured, and he didn't need my help; he walked to the sofa and sat down by himself. I poured him a drink and brought it to his lips.
Dad took a few sips, shook his head, and I put the cup on the coffee table. I asked, "Dad, does it still hurt? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."
Dad said, "These are just superficial wounds, I don't need any special services. It'll be fine in a couple of days."
I laughed and teased him, "What special services? I can do anything you need." Then, I shyly stuck out my tongue.
Dad said, "Daughter, you're so disrespectful! What mischievous idea are you thinking of now?"
I laughed and said, "What mischievous idea? Your hand is like this, let's see how you go to the toilet later.
" Dad thought about it and said embarrassedly, "Then you're not going to take care of me anymore?"
I said, "Who takes care of you? Usually when I ask you for help, you scold me."
Dad said, "You heartless bastard, you're so ungrateful."
I said, "Will you still scold me in the future?" "
How dare I scold you? I'm just waiting for you to scold me.
Hehe, now you know, right? You know how good it is to raise a daughter, right?" I joked with him, "Now that you're like this, I have to take care of you. It's only natural for a daughter to take care of her father. If you need to go to the toilet, don't be shy, just tell me."
Dad's face turned slightly red. "Then I'll trouble you."
I said to Dad, "Dad, it's so hot. Let me wipe you down before we cook dinner, and then I'll give you a bath tonight. "
Dad had already sweated a lot and was indeed feeling uncomfortable, so he said, "Okay."
So we went to the bathroom, found a stool, and had Dad sit down. I took off his clothes, leaving him in only his shorts. Men are like that, it's normal, and Dad didn't seem embarrassed. I wet the towel, first wiping Dad's upper body, then applying soap and lathering him up, then rubbing it under his armpits, making Dad giggle. Finally, he wanted to rinse with water.
I said, "Dad, you see, you're wearing shorts. To get you clean, I have to wet your shorts. Why don't you take them off?"
Dad said, "It's okay, you'll wash me anyway."
I said, "Then you're treating me like a slave! Besides, even after you take off your shorts, you still have your underwear underneath. It's not like I'm asking you to take it all off; it's quite precious .
" Dad laughed and said, "You're so good with words."
As he spoke, he took off his shorts, leaving only his thin underwear. I could see the bulge inside, but I didn't dare say anything for fear of embarrassing him. I took the showerhead and started rinsing Dad directly.
I didn't expect this to cause trouble. Dad's underwear was light-colored and thin. After getting wet, it clung tightly to his body, exposing the entire shape of his genitals. Dad immediately noticed it. He couldn't help but glance at me, and just then, my eyes passed over there. He immediately blushed, and in his nervousness, his penis became erect. Dad was embarrassed, his hand instinctively trying to cover it, but afraid I would notice something, his breathing became rapid.
I said shyly, "Dad, what are you so nervous about? It's not like I've never seen anything like this before. Why don't you take off your underwear too and wash it thoroughly? There's only a small piece left anyway."
Dad blushed and didn't say anything.
I quickly urged him again, "Are you afraid your daughter won't eat you?"
These words, once spoken, made us both realize something. I myself found it funny; I had spoken without thinking, saying I'd eat him, which inevitably led to suggestive thoughts. I unconsciously covered my mouth and laughed.
Seeing me laugh, Dad could only say, "If you could eat Dad, wouldn't Dad be happier than death?"
"Bad Dad!" I smiled foolishly, "You want me to eat you?"
I deliberately sprayed him with the showerhead. He was already embarrassed, and my spray made it even more prominent and conspicuous. Dad hurriedly turned away and covered himself, while I laughed heartily.
"Haha, Dad, you're still like a greenhorn."
Because it was wet, the underwear had shrunk a bit, clinging tightly to his testicles, and his dark pubic hair was showing, making Dad feel embarrassed and ashamed. "
Xiaxia, stop, stop doing that."
I took the opportunity to step forward, "Do you still want me to eat it?" Then, when he wasn't looking, I pulled down his underwear. Dad glanced at me, feeling a little embarrassed. I didn't dare to be too presumptuous, just gently rinsing it with water, but the more I rinsed it, the bigger it grew, until it stood erect. "
Dad, you want it—" I reached out and grabbed it, Dad jumped in surprise, but I held it tightly. "
Xiaxia, let go!" Dad pleaded. "
Bad dad, you're still saying you're honest, do you really want me to eat it?" I teased him.
Dad looked nervous and ashamed, and stammered, "I don't know, why did it happen like this?"
Looking at his expression, he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He was so ashamed in front of his daughter.
"What's wrong with that? Didn't you say it's normal for both men and women to have sexual desires? If you don't get an erection, that's abnormal. At least it means your daughter isn't attractive.
Xiaxia, you won't laugh at your dad, will you?"
"Dad, seeing you like this makes me happy. You're like a little boy, and so shy." I suddenly touched his penis. Dad was startled, but quickly calmed down.
I mimicked his lecturing tone and said, "This part needs to be cleaned. It's the easiest place for dirt to accumulate, especially not inside a girl's vagina."
Dad looked at me with a strange expression. I smiled and met his gaze, gently pulling back his foreskin. I heard Dad let out a soft "shh," which must have felt very comfortable and stimulating. His own daughter touching his genitals must have been a powerful experience for him.
"Is it comfortable?" My coquettish gaze stirred his interest. Dad nodded gently and let me rinse him clean. At this point, anything could happen if I continued, so I didn't dare use soap. I dried him off and wrapped him in a towel. I went to his bedroom and found a clean vest, shorts, and underwear, which I dressed him in right there in the living room. Being
my first time serving Dad, I was afraid he'd be embarrassed, so I didn't do anything too outrageous. Because of the heat, I gave him another bath before bed. This time, I stripped him completely naked, leaving him sitting on a stool. Dad tried to stop me, but I said, "These next few days you'll need me to bathe you. It's hot; you'll need to bathe more than once a day." Dad said, "Don't go to so much trouble." I said, "What's so troublesome? Is it as troublesome as when you took care of me when I was a child?" Besides, I've already seen everything on you, so whether I see it once or a hundred times, it's all the same. Don't worry about it. If you feel like you're getting the short end of the stick, you can wash me like that someday.
Dad quickly said, "No, no, please." Although he said that, his eyes held a complicated expression.
I said, "Then just listen to me."
This time, before I even started washing, Dad's penis was erect, staring at me intently.
I pretended to be calm and started rinsing him with water and soap. I thought to myself, "After I'm done washing, let's see how I seduce you."
I deliberately washed Dad slowly, and after applying the soap, my hands slid all over his body, especially his armpits. Dad couldn't resist my touch and giggled. Every time I touched his armpits, he would instinctively cover them. I touched him for a while, and Dad couldn't put his hands down, so he just held them up and twisted them around. Five minutes passed before I finally rinsed off the soap suds from Dad's body.
Finally, only the genitals were left. I pinched Dad's glans with my fingers and said, "Dad, it's time to wash this. You have to hang in there, don't give up at the last minute."
Dad blushed and said, "Hurry up and wash, stop talking so much."
I pinched the middle of Dad's penis with my fingers, and with my other hand, I took a towel and started wiping Dad's erect penis directly. I said, "Dad, even though this thing isn't as thick as a leg, it's quite a hassle to clean. It's a bit slippery from all the movement."
Dad said, "Just a quick wipe here is fine."
I said, "No, Dad, if the foreskin isn't cleaned properly, it will cause inflammation, and you won't be able to use it in the future.
Do you understand?"
Dad blushed and laughed, scolding me, "You little brat, you know so much."
I pulled back Dad's foreskin with my hand and ran my fingers along the coronal sulcus.
Dad shuddered, and his penis immediately trembled. I pointed to the coronal sulcus and said, "Why is there so much grime here? How long has it been since you've been with a girl?"
Dad, embarrassed by my words, urged me, "Hurry up, where's Dad going to find another girl?"
I chuckled, "Oh, so you've been all alone since Mom left?"
Dad sighed deeply, "Your dad's just unlucky." "
Come on, Dad, bring out those female confidantes you can use now and then, just to relieve yourself occasionally." I said, glancing at his crotch. "
Don't talk nonsense!" Dad started ordering me around. I quickly agreed, "Then I'll clean you up properly, so you can give those girls something to talk about." "You're such
a smooth talker!"
Actually, there wasn't any dirt there at all; Dad's head was tilted back, so he couldn't see anything. I ran my fingers back and forth along Dad's glans, and with each stroke, his penis twitched.
I said, "Don't keep moving, I'm going to clean out the dirt little by little." Dad held his breath and didn't say anything. When I'd finished, I grabbed his penis with my hand and pulled the foreskin down completely. "Ah," Dad let out a comfortable moan. "Hehe," I chuckled mischievously.
Dad scolded me, "Xiaxia, stop doing that." His voice trailed off.
"Dad, yours is really big!" I exclaimed involuntarily, gripping it and stroking it hard.
My little hands could barely hold it all. "Dad, whoever has you is so lucky!"
Dad looked at me and said, "Who wants an old man like me? I have nothing.
Holding it against your chest, isn't that your treasure?" Hearing this, Dad's manhood actually sprang to life, throbbing and drooling slightly. "
Dad, you're drooling!" I blurted out again.
Dad gave me a sidelong glance, "Xiaxia, don't talk nonsense, understand?" There was a hint of pleading in his eyes; perhaps if he continued teasing me like this, he wouldn't be able to hold back.
I said, "Hehe, are you about to give up?" I suddenly moved quickly a few times. Dad's breathing quickened, his eyes closed in pleasure, and he kept calling out, "Xiaxia, Xiaxia, we can't do this anymore."
I realized that if this continued, Dad would definitely lose control, so to avoid embarrassing him in front of me, I stopped and said, "Let me clean it for you."
Dad tried to calm his breathing, his slightly purplish face gradually turning pale. Seeing Dad's embarrassed appearance, I didn't dare to laugh out loud, only chuckling to myself.
Then, I used a hot towel to wipe Dad's penis all over, inside and out, and naturally grasped it completely with my hand. I said to Dad, "Dad, are you comfortable now?"
Dad didn't respond. Suddenly, I remembered what the old man had said, that men like itchy base of the penis, so I wanted to try it on Dad to see if he was right. I pressed my hand tightly against Dad's mons pubis, gripped the base of his penis and squeezed it hard for a while, then rubbed it back and forth.
Dad tensed up and asked, "What are you doing?"
I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Just rubbing off the dirt here."
"No, Xiaxia, no."
Hearing my father's tone, I knew it was working, so I tried to pull up the foreskin. This move almost made my father lose control. He grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Xiaxia, no, no—" He held his breath and reached out to stop me.
I thought to myself, it seems the old man was right, so I broke free from his hand and quickly rubbed it. I felt my father's penis gradually getting thicker and bigger.
My father hurriedly said, "Stop, stop it quickly."
I giggled and said, "What's wrong? I haven't rubbed it clean yet."
My father said, "If you rub it any more, I'm going to ejaculate.
" I chuckled and said in a very low voice, "Then you can ejaculate. Consider it me helping you masturbate. Anyway, your hands aren't convenient right now, so let your daughter help you."
My father closed his eyes and didn't speak. Obviously, he also wanted to enjoy the process. In his heart, he still held a firm belief that as long as it wasn't cheating or incest, it was fine. What we were doing certainly wasn't incest. "Dad
, if you want to, just say it. Don't hold it in." I gently persuaded him to relax.
Dad said shyly, "Before, when I masturbated, I would just hold the glans or shaft and stroke it back and forth. The pleasure wasn't this intense. How did you do this? How is it so amazing? The pleasure is incredible, so incredibly pleasurable, much better than when I masturbate by myself." Xiaxia, I don't want to come so soon, okay?
I said, "So, where did you feel itchy when you masturbated before?"
Dad said, "Mainly the glans, the shaft also itched, but not intensely."
"And this time?"
Dad thought for a moment, seemingly experiencing that feeling. This time, it seemed to be the base of the penis that itched.
I laughed, a little shyly, and said, "That's right! Where does it feel more comfortable when it itches?"
Dad said, "Of course, it feels better when it itches at the base.
" "That's right, Dad, isn't it good to have a daughter?"
Xiaxia, good Xiaxia, Dad just thinks what we're doing is wrong, won't people find out?
Who would find out? We'll close the door, how would anyone know?
Well—Dad wanted to continue, but my rubbing made him cry out, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!"
His penis was throbbing, and I quickly pinched his genitals, feeling the urge inside.
After holding it in for a long time, Dad blushed and said, "Stop it, if you keep doing it, Dad will really come."
"Will you feel good?" "Holding it in for too long will make you sick." I whispered, "I told you, you masturbate anyway."
Dad knew I was telling the truth, but he was still a little embarrassed and said, "Xiaxia, do you think Dad is vulgar and dirty?"
I giggled and said, "How could I? Dad, actually—" I leaned closer to him and said, "Daughter just wants to see your assets."
"Is Dad's asset big?"
"Me? How would I know?" I knew he'd understand what I meant when I said that, Dad. Whether it's a lot or not, we'll only know after we try.
"Yeah, I know, Xiaxia won't know." Dad seemed a little regretful, a little disappointed.
I noticed, so I pouted and said, "Xiaxia really wants to know, Dad, let me know!" Suddenly, I grabbed his penis and squeezed it. Dad let out a sharp sigh. "Xiaxia, no, we can't."
I used my childhood pleading, "Dad, yes, yes!" Then I let go, and with a sudden "plop," Dad's penis snapped back up. "
Xiaxia, anything is fine, just this—
then promise me something." I pressed further.
Dad asked, "What do you want?"
I kept him in suspense, looking at his flushed face, and said shyly, "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I do."
Dad laughed and said, "Don't be naughty."
I said, "I'm your good daughter, how could I be naughty to you? Dad, today just relax and enjoy your daughter's service." And then... I cupped my father's penis in my hand and slowly slid and rubbed it back and forth, making thrusting motions.
After a while, his penis grew thicker and larger, and he told me to stop. After a while, I started slid and rubbed again, repeating this several times.
My father couldn't control himself any longer. Before he could stop, his penis swelled up, and a stream of white semen spurted from the opening of the glans, spraying onto the bathroom wall. Then, the base of his penis began to throb powerfully, and his buttocks thrust forward with each stroke. I felt it throbbed about twenty times before slowly stopping. After a while,
his penis went limp. I released my grip on his penis and asked him how it felt, if it was pleasurable.
My father said, "It felt amazing! I've never felt this good before. I'm dying of pleasure!"
I chuckled and said to him, "You're not dead, you're in ecstasy! You're so happy you're about to become an immortal!"
Dad chuckled and said, "Yes, it was pure bliss. Thank you, daughter."
I suddenly hugged him and said, "Dad, you're welcome. It's what I should do. As long as you want to enjoy yourself, I'll do it for you. But remember, you owe me a favor."
Dad patted my back and said, "Yes, yes, I won't go back on my word."
That's more like it! After saying that, I left him and rinsed Dad off again, making sure he was clean, and wrapped a towel around him. I went back to Dad's bedroom, helped him put on his vest and underwear, helped him lie down on the bed, covered him with a thin sheet, and said, "You've had your fill today. Get a good night's sleep."
After saying that, I kissed him on the cheek and left. I went back to my own room.
Lying in bed, I felt incredibly happy. It was truly a blessing from heaven that I had served Dad like this, bringing us closer.
I was also very grateful to the person who bumped into Dad; he gave me the opportunity to seduce him. Thinking about what happened with Dad in the bathroom earlier, I realized I'd been holding it in for over an hour, and my lower abdomen was a little sore. Recalling it now, my libido flared up, and I couldn't help but masturbate.
After releasing my pent-up desire, I fell into a sweet sleep.
Chapter Two: The Return
Two or three days later, Dad's hand was healed, the bandages were removed, and although there were still a few scars, it didn't affect his mobility. He could recover slowly. During these few days, I carefully took care of Dad's eating, drinking, dressing, toileting, bathing, and so on. Sometimes, even when he was inconvenient, I would unbutton his pants, take out his penis, watch him finish, and then put it back on. Although Dad felt uncomfortable, he was satisfied from the bottom of his heart. Of course, what satisfied him most was that I gave him a few more handjobs under the pretense, each time making his penis extremely itchy, experiencing frequent pleasure, and enjoying a blissful experience. Dad thanked me each time, saying he hadn't raised me in vain. Dad was fine, but I caught a cold.
At first, I just had a slight cough, and then a low-grade fever in the evening. Dad went to the pharmacy and got me some fever reducers, but they didn't seem to help much. Around midnight, I suddenly felt chills all over. I took my temperature, and it was a whopping 39 degrees Celsius!
Dad said he'd take me to the hospital, but I thought it was so late, the nearby clinics were all closed, and the big hospital was too far. I didn't want to leave her alone at home. Besides, we already had the fever reducers, and I figured I'd be fine if I just held on until tonight. So
I said, "Don't bother, let's just try to hold on a little longer." Dad couldn't persuade me otherwise, so he just let me be. He took great care of me, making me ginger soup. I lay quietly in bed, feeling weak and unable to sleep. Dad held the ginger soup, gently blowing on it, then spooned it into my mouth. I opened my eyes, looking at him shyly, my eyes filled with tenderness.
After drinking a bowl of ginger soup, I didn't feel much better. My face was flushed, my body was burning hot, and I still felt cold all over, shivering constantly. Dad soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and wiped my face. After wiping, he gently massaged my face, and I felt a little better. I was very touched; I never expected Dad to be so caring, so attentive, and so considerate. To bring down my fever, Dad disregarded our usual taboos, unbuttoned my pajamas, and wiped my chest with the damp towel, asking as he did so, "Are you still uncomfortable?"
I said, "Much better, Dad, thank you!" Dad said, "Silly girl, you're always saying silly things. I'm not your father. You took such good care of me when I was injured a few days ago; now that you're sick, it's only right that I take care of you." Dad
gently stroked my hair, comforting me.
I said, touched, "I know, Dad," and rested my head on his shoulder, showing affection. "From now on, you'll take care of me."
At this point, I couldn't help but hug my dad tightly, burying my head in his chest. He struggled slightly, but I held him so tightly that he didn't move, letting me hold him. He patted my back occasionally, stroked my head sometimes, and whispered comforting words. "Xiaxia, you need Dad to take care of you, but your husband can't?"
I whispered to him, "Dad, it's different."
Dad gently stroked my face, "Aren't you ashamed? You knew it wouldn't be the same. Is it because he takes better care of me?"
I didn't understand his meaning, and after thinking for a moment, I said, "No, Dad, I want you to take care of me like he does."
Then I turned to look at him.
Dad sighed deeply, "But can Dad be by your side every day?"
"Yes," I clung to him tightly, "I want you to hold me every day." I buried my head in Dad's arms, nuzzling him, "I want you to sleep with me." I don't know if he understood what I was saying, but those were my true feelings.
Dad patted me, "Unless you don't have a husband."
I thought Dad was worried about my current situation, so I gently shook him, "Then you're my husband."
"Silly girl, Dad isn't as intense as I imagined. What kind of father is a husband?"
I snuggled in his arms, "Yes, yes."
Dad couldn't resist my persistence and smiled, "Okay, okay, if you want it that way, then Dad will be your husband, just don't be disappointed.
" "Dad, you won't disappoint me, right?" I looked up and gently kissed him.
At that moment, my feelings for Dad were pure, without any other evil thoughts. I completely forgot about seducing Dad a couple of days ago. Dad laid me flat on the bed, covered me with a towel, and was about to leave my room when I suddenly sat up, hugged Dad's waist, and said, "Dad, don't leave me!" Dad had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and say, "Okay, I'll stay here and watch over you tonight. I won't go anywhere."
Actually, after taking the fever reducer and drinking the ginger soup Dad made for me, I felt much better and my body felt lighter. But just then, my desire to seduce Dad reignited. After a while, I pretended to feel very hot and said to Dad, "Dad, I'm so hot!" I hugged Dad's arm, and he saw that my face was flushed and sweat was pouring out, clearly indicating that I was very hot. Actually, it was sweat from drinking the ginger soup. I kept saying, "So hot! So hot."
Dad said, "Take off your clothes." He said, helping me take off my shirt, but by then I didn't care anymore. After taking off my shirt, I started taking off my bra. Dad looked a little flustered, wanting to stop me but afraid of hurting my feelings. I moved quickly, slightly lifting my upper body, and ripped off my nightgown, revealing my smooth, jade-like body, with my two large, white breasts standing proudly in front of Dad.
I never wear a bra to bed. Although Dad has seen my breasts and even nursed, when my two large, white breasts are exposed in front of him, he still breathes a little rapidly and stares at me blankly. At that moment, I said, "Dad, I'm cold!" "Then put on your nightgown!" Dad quickly picked up the nightgown and tried to put it on me.
But I was very uncooperative. "I don't want to wear it! I don't want to wear it! It'll be too hot, and it'll get soaked with sweat quickly, sticking to my skin and feeling very uncomfortable." "Then what should we do? Are you hot or cold?" Dad seemed a little helpless.
"I'm hot and cold all the time!" I looked pained. "
Dad, I've been like this before. Every time I have a fever, it's like this, hot and cold all the time, but it'll be fine after a few hours." I said, seizing the opportunity.
"How did you get through it before?
" "When I had a fever before, Mom would take care of me. She would hold me while I slept, and I'd usually get better after the night." There was a resentful look in my eyes, which Dad seemed to notice.
"Dad, why don't you hold me while I sleep? When I have a fever, I only feel better in your arms," I continued.
"But... you're so big now, it's not appropriate to hold you..." Dad said hesitantly.
I'm your daughter, if you don't hold me, who do you want to hold?
Dad stammered, speechless. "Xiaxia, if I hold you, what if Dad loses control and something happens? I'll regret it."
"Dad, what's there to regret? Let it happen, what can you do to your daughter?" I giggled.
Dad thought for a moment and said, "That's true, but don't blame me later." Dad still hesitated a little.
"Hehe, I won't! I'd love to!" I looked at him flirtatiously, thinking Dad would be attracted by my gaze. He said a little embarrassedly, "You silly girl, don't let Dad fall for your tricks."
"Hmph!" I said coquettishly, "Are you afraid I'll seduce you?"
After hearing what I said, Dad fell silent. I knew he understood what I meant, but he just didn't dare say it. Unexpectedly, after a while, he pinched my nose and said, "You crazy girl."
"Dad, you already said it, why are you going back on your word so quickly? Is there anything wrong with Dad holding his own daughter?" I pleaded
, shaking Dad's arm. Dad was somewhat speechless. "But, you're an adult now. It's not really appropriate to do this." "What's wrong with it? You held me when I was little, didn't you?" Seeing his silence, I pleaded again. "I just want you to hold me, not do anything inappropriate.
"
I deliberately acted pained, and Dad, very anxious, finally gave in to my pleas and said, "Then put on your nightgown, and I'll hold you while you sleep." This time I was obedient, knowing that it would be difficult for Dad to hold me while I was naked. So I got up, put on my nightgown, and lay down on my side. Dad lay down next to me, his body gently against mine, his hand on my head, massaging my scalp.
Gradually, I seemed to fall asleep, and Dad relaxed as well, but his body against mine remained unusually tight. Then, I rolled over, pressing my face against Dad's, my limbs wrapping around his body like an octopus, murmuring, "Dad...Dad..." Dad instinctively tightened his embrace, lying there motionless. I pretended to quiet down quickly, then let out even snoring sounds.
Dad, held tightly in my arms, was breathing rapidly. I thought to myself, no matter how much he tries to control himself, his physiological instincts are still there. How could he not react to such a beautiful body wrapped around him? I could already feel that Dad's lower body had erected a tent, a hard thing pressing against my thigh.
I knew Dad was aroused, and I felt a little excited too. I kept wriggling against Dad, my thighs pressing even closer to his penis, making it hard against me. I could feel his pulse. Dad tried to pull away several times, but then he leaned closer, perhaps afraid of the awkwardness between father and daughter, or perhaps reluctant to give up the feeling. I secretly pressed myself against him, and his breathing became rapid. I could feel how thick and large his penis was. We stayed like that for about half an hour before Dad slowly softened. Looking at me in his arms, he lovingly stroked my cheek and finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
I knew that things like this shouldn't be rushed; good things take time. I don't know when, but I also fell asleep in Dad's arms. The next morning, when I woke up, Dad was gone; he probably went to buy breakfast. This morning, my fever had mostly subsided. My temperature was 37.2 degrees Celsius, but because I had taken medication, I didn't dare breastfeed, fearing it would affect the baby's health. So I made extra formula, which made my breasts engorged and uncomfortable again.
After breakfast, Dad said he would go buy me a breast pump. I said, "The supermarket doesn't open until after nine o'clock. It's not just for you. My breasts are really engorged and uncomfortable right now. Why don't you just use your mouth to cleanse them?"
Dad hesitated a bit, so I said, "Dad, you've had other people's milk before. If the baby could drink it, I wouldn't be so willing to treat you." As I said this, I hugged Dad's arm affectionately. Dad blushed a little, and I said shyly, "Please, Dad." Without waiting for Dad's agreement, I pulled him into my bedroom.
I lay on the bed, and Dad lay on his side next to me. He looked tired, so he lay across me, his legs dangling off the bed. When one side wasn't so engorged anymore, Dad would get on the bed to nurse from the other side. Since I was lying flat, Dad could only kneel there, his legs unable to stretch out. Seeing that Dad was uncomfortable, I laughed and said, "Dad, this is so uncomfortable for you. Why don't you just lie on me too?" Dad smiled shyly, "I'll just make do like this. What would we be like if we did that?"
Just imagine that position, an old father lying on top of his son or daughter, what's that?
I chuckled and said, "Whatever, nobody else knows anyway." Dad said, "That won't do. It's a bit much for Dad to be drinking my daughter's milk now. You little rascal, don't try to seduce Dad into doing something bad. After you finish this, I'll buy you a breast pump. I won't drink your milk anymore, let's see how you seduce me then." I said shyly, "Then you'd better be strong-willed and not be tempted by me."
Dad chuckled too, "I'm not a saint, do you think I can really remain unmoved?"
"Hehe, Dad, I thought you had strong willpower. Turns out you're a lecher too." "
Go away—Dad isn't like you think." He said, blushing. "You're making me hard down there, who knows, one day I might not be able to control myself and you'll seduce me." I stuck out my tongue at him, winked, and said mischievously, "I'd love to see my naughty dad looking so pathetic." "
You're not learning anything good!" You just love kicking me when I'm down, watching Dad make a fool of himself.
Hehe, I love seeing your antics.
You? Dad pretended to hit me, and I quickly begged for mercy. After Dad finished nursing, we both got up. A little while later, Dad went to buy me a breast pump.
Chapter 3: A Fleeting Dream
Before lunch, Dad came back with the breast pump. My breasts were full, so I quickly went back to the bedroom, expressed a cup, and then casually handed it to Dad.
Dad just glanced at me, swirled the cup around, and then drank it. In the evening, I still had a slight fever and took fever reducer again. That night, Dad was watching TV in the living room. I carried a large cup of milk to Dad, held the cup up to him, and smiled sweetly at him.
Dad glanced at me, took the cup without a word, and gulped it down in a few big mouthfuls. It seems that once you get used to it, things are fine. My milk has become a special nutritional meal for Dad. After he finished, he handed the cup to me. I went to the kitchen to wash it clean and put it aside. When I came back, I sat on Dad's lap. Dad naturally placed his hands on my breasts and began to massage them. This had become a routine for him; habit makes perfect. After a while, Dad's penis became hard and erect under my buttocks, pressing against them. Suddenly, I thought of those times with the old man in the countryside. Although we were dressed, our genitals were exposed, and we were having real intercourse. I thought, if Dad and I were both naked now, and Dad's big thing was inserted into my vagina, it would be much more comfortable than that. And I could turn over, lie on top of Dad, and hug him tightly. As I thought this, I felt my father's penis getting harder and hotter. I deliberately shifted my hips, causing his penis to move into my buttocks. My father seemed startled for a moment, but quickly calmed down, only his hands stroking my breasts more forcefully.
I could feel his breathing becoming heavier and more labored. Suddenly, my father hugged me and said, "Xiaxia," then kissed me. He exhaled, then calmed down and said, "You're hurting me. Go to sleep." I realized that he might have already ejaculated, but at that moment, my genitals also felt itchy from my father's penis pressing against them, wanting to release. I thought that I couldn't actually do it here, so I might as well go back to my bedroom and masturbate myself. I got up and went back to my bedroom, imagining being held in my father's arms while I masturbated, and then my body swelled up and I ejaculated.
That night, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I heard noises coming from my father's room, so I went to check. Dad hadn't locked the door; it opened easily. I saw him lying on the bed, the sheet had slipped to one side, his body twisting and turning, his hands covering his crotch, making moaning sounds. I went to the bedside and whispered, "Dad, what's wrong?" After a couple of questions, Dad suddenly calmed down and didn't respond.
I thought, "Dad's asleep, probably having a wet dream. Haha, how funny. Don't disturb his sweet dreams.
Since he doesn't want to play with me, let him enjoy himself in his dreams." I quietly left, returned to my room, and, feeling very sleepy, soon fell asleep.
The next day at noon, after lunch, I wanted to tease my dad a little more. After putting the child to sleep, I put on a soft camisole dress with nothing underneath and went to the living room to lie on the sofa. After a while, my dad also came to the living room. I curled up my legs to make room for my dad to sit down. After my dad sat down, I straightened my legs and put them on my dad's lap, saying, "Dad, my cold makes my legs hurt a little when I do a little work. Can you massage my legs for me?"
Dad started massaging me, beginning with my calves. When I curled my legs up, my skirt had slid down my thighs to my waist. When I straightened my legs, the skirt stayed there, and from Dad's perspective, he could see my genitals. I closed my eyes, enjoying Dad's care, almost as if I were asleep. After massaging my calves for a while, Dad's hands moved up to my thighs, and he turned his face to look up. What he saw immediately made him blush. He realized my genitals were almost completely exposed—a triangle of skin without underwear, a thick patch of pubic hair, and beneath it, I could vaguely see my labia and a slit in the middle, with two glistening beads in the center, revealing the unique allure of a young woman. Dad looked for a moment, then began massaging my thighs, moving upwards to my genitals. He reached down and pulled my skirt down, covering my exposed genitals. Then, he gently massaged my thighs again.
My father's hand, which had been resting on my thigh, slowly moved upwards. I pretended to be asleep, my eyes half-closed, and didn't react. Under the cover of my pajamas, his hand, almost unconsciously, reached my buttocks, gently kneading and poking. I cautiously opened my eyes a crack and saw his crotch, which was bulging prominently, creating a large tent in his pants. At that moment, his hand, as if acting on its own, wandered around my vulva, like a butterfly, inhaling the dampness and fragrance of the undergrowth. His breathing became heavy, but his hand didn't stop. He smoothed out the tangled pubic hair, pinching my labia together, making them stand erect. I murmured softly, "You're just moving around outside, not touching me inside."
As if receiving a command, Dad pushed aside our labia, which had been locked in a long embrace, and slid his hand back and forth in the crevice, touching the pink folds inside, exploring little by little. At this moment, the mysterious cave seemed to sense the intrusion and released a long-preserved warm spring of water, trying to repel the intruder. However, this backfired; unexpectedly, the spring water seemed to provoke the intruder's anger, rushing forward to the depths as if searching for the source of the spring.
I groaned contentedly, pretending to sense something was wrong, and suddenly opened my eyes, meeting Dad's gaze. My face trembled like a leaf in a gust of wind, full of shyness. At this moment, there was only silence, silence, and more silence, for a long time without speaking. Finally, I broke the silence with a soft laugh.
"Dad, have you finished massaging me?"
Dad looked embarrassed, seemingly still shaken. "Oh, Xiaxia, I thought you were asleep."
I consciously tugged at the hem of my pajamas. She had just dozed off, then hugged him, her voice sweet and coquettish, "Dad, I forgot to wear underwear." "
Then hurry up and put it on," Dad urged, his heart pounding with anxiety.
I deliberately whispered in his ear, "No, Dad, we're not strangers.
It wouldn't be good if he saw
." "You like to see, don't you?" I suddenly mischievously lifted my pajamas. "Dad
, let's see if I'm wearing any or not!" "You naughty thing, I think you did it on purpose!" Dad teased, his eyes involuntarily glancing over again. "Cover it up quickly."
"Haha, didn't you say you could remain unmoved? Well, your daughter can sit on it then." Saying this, I sat on his lap.
Dad quickly pushed me down, saying, "Xiaxia, if you keep doing this, Dad's going to lose control."
I wiggled my bottom, rubbing against him, "Dad, go ahead and lose control, you're still my daughter, hugging him, kissing his lips, let me lose control."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Dad glared angrily. "You brat, you never stop going crazy."
He pulled up the hem of my pajamas and pushed me down. I playfully cupped his face in my hands, saying, "Don't say I didn't give you anything later." Then I brushed against his crotch, and he'd pitched a tent again. "Hehe, some people even rip their pants."
Dad felt embarrassed after I exposed his secret and said, "Xiaxia, we'll get into trouble sooner or later if we keep doing this." I reached out and pinched his crotch. "Where's it going to come out? Anyway, I've played with yours, and you've drunk my milk, all that's missing is down there—hehe, Dad, don't you like it?" "
Hmph! You're just teasing your dad. I 'm not!
Just now, just now you touched me until I was wet."
Dad didn't say anything when I said that. I knew he was still reserved, so I said, "Are you thinking about having wet dreams again?"
Dad's face turned red, and he was at a loss, wondering how I knew he had wet dreams. I grinned mischievously and said, "You dreamt you were intimate with someone last night, making so much noise. Did you dreamt you were having sex with someone?" "Yes—no—no—" Dad stammered.
I said, "Yes, yes, but it wasn't like you were really having sex with someone." Looking at his erection, I deliberately pointed to his crotch and said, "Look at you, standing so high. Do you want me to help you?" Dad turned away shyly and went back to his bedroom.
I said behind him, "Then go masturbate." I heard Dad slam the door shut.
In the afternoon, my fever completely subsided, so I breastfed the baby, letting him have a full feeding. I had to neglect Dad.
Chapter Four: Night Talk
At dinner time, Dad stayed in his room. I knocked on the door and called out, "Dad, don't take a break!"
Dad flung the door open and cursed, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"
I sniffed the air, and sure enough, Dad, he smelled like fresh grass. As Dad pushed me out, I playfully laughed, "Did I ejaculate?"
Dad stopped, looked at me strangely, and said, "Xiaxia, if you keep saying that, Dad will punish you right here and now."
Hehe, I quickly begged for mercy, "Please spare me."
After they finished eating, Dad, unusually, didn't watch TV. I went to put the baby to sleep, then made a cup of milk and gave it to Dad.
Dad sat at the table, silent. I snuggled against him and softly said, "Dad, are you angry?"
Dad turned and hugged me. "Why would I be angry? You've known me for a long time. I know you well enough."
I sat sideways on his lap and said, "I know there are some things you just can't bring yourself to do. Actually, as long as we like each other, that's enough." I crossed my arms and hugged his neck. "If you really want to be a saint, there's nothing I can do."
Dad stroked me and said, "Xiaxia, it's not about liking or disliking. If you were another woman, this wouldn't be a problem. The key issue is, that part of you is from me." "
So, you can't even put your fingers in your mouth?" I retorted, and seeing his speechless, unresponsive expression, I chuckled. "Dad, I won't make things difficult for you. Actually, it's a matter of mutual consent. Once you've made up your mind, I can't stop you." I said it with a sense of helplessness and disappointment. Dad noticed and, afraid I'd be upset, said, "Dad isn't a god. I'm flesh and blood, with feelings and righteousness. But there's a Chinese insult, 'scoundrel,' which means acting without regard for status or seniority. Xiaxia, do we want to earn that insult?" "
I don't care. I only care about our happiness."
Dad thought for a moment and nodded. "What you said isn't wrong. Life is too short. Just follow your feelings."
I looked at him excitedly. "So, Dad, you've come to terms with it?"
This time, Dad emphasized with a drawn-out tone, "This feeling is about having no knots in your heart, no obstacles. Can you achieve that?"
I hugged him. "Dad, if you think I still have knots in my heart, help me untie them. If you think I still have obstacles, help me clear them." "Hehe," I chuckled, unbuttoning my pajamas to help my daughter first.
I squeezed one breast and offered it to him, who took it in his mouth, gently swallowing. "
Dad, will you sleep with me tonight?"
After he finished, he took the other breast. "Hmm, Dad will sleep with you tonight."
Hearing his agreement, I happily clung to his neck. "Dad, you finally agreed to sleep with me! Tonight, you sleep with your daughter!"
Dad touched my nipple. "Then you'd better behave and let me sleep with you."
"Hmm, Dad, after you finish your milk, come to bed with me."
"Not going to eat?"
I whispered, kissing him. "I'll eat you later." "Hehe," I reached between his legs; it was already hard. "Dad, you drink your daughter's milk, and I'll eat your big sausage."
Dad didn't say anything more, but instead grabbed and squeezed my breast with one hand, his mouth still swallowing and sucking, gradually filling my two full breasts.
"Dad, let's go to bed. " I looked at him hopefully, my breasts still firm, nipples erect and rosy. I watched as my father moved away from my breasts and pressed his head against my snow-white chest.
I stroked his head as if it were my baby's, and kissed him. He accepted, our lips meeting, teasing and entwining. "
Xiaxia, did you and your husband do this before?"
Hearing my father ask this, I felt a little ashamed, hesitant to answer, afraid of upsetting him. But not answering was unacceptable; after all, my husband and I had been married for over two years and had a child. So I said, "Dad, after I got married, he kissed me often."
"Does he suckle your nipples?" my father asked like a child.
I stroked his head and whispered, "Bad dad, all men are the same, but none of them feel as good as you."
"I won't listen!" Dad obviously knew what I meant. You two fell in love freely, and I didn't approve at first, but you cried and screamed, even threatening suicide. How could such a heart-wrenching love not be happy?
It's all your fault! Who told you not to care about your daughter? I complained to him, "You and Mom were so close back then, neglecting her, that's why she's having second thoughts."
"Heh, your mom and I are fine." Dad awkwardly squeezed my breasts together, looking at the deep cleavage, and then licked my nipple.
"Not fine?" "When I came back from evening study, you were both hiding in the bedroom. Dad, that time you were crawling between Mom's legs, were you licking her?"
"You...you saw it?" Dad asked in surprise. "
Hmph, you were so loud, it was on purpose, and the door was only a crack open.
" Hehe, Dad laughed sheepishly, "What did you see?" "You have
the nerve to ask? Mom was holding your head, and you were between her legs, I knew you were definitely licking her...that. Dad, was Mom feeling good?" "
How would I know!" "Dad's not telling the truth, Xiaxia. You're so young, how do you know these things?
It's all because you taught me! That time you two kissed on the sofa, and your hand was inside Mom's bra. She saw everything when she got home."
Dad blushed. "Xiaxia, that time was because Dad was away on a business trip for several days, and I got carried away and forgot you were coming home from school." "
Hmph, Mom was so embarrassed she ran into the bedroom, and you were still standing there laughing. It made her so upset she wanted to cry. Dad, do you know? I've been upset for days, upset that you're so good to Mom but so cold to her. I even suspect you think my breasts are too small." "
You brat, even if your breasts are small, they shouldn't be mine, they belong to your husband."
So I started paying attention to boys. I shyly confessed my feelings. "
I'm sorry, Xiaxia, I influenced your development." "
No, Dad, you introduced me to sex early on, to the pleasure of sex." I was delighted and very grateful. "
So you had a boyfriend back then? Did you have sex back then?" Dad asked anxiously, his words tinged with reproach and regret. "
No, I was just masturbating, and I was only imagining you." I blushed and revealed a young girl's feelings to him. "I
'm so sorry, Xiaxia." Dad looked apologetic. "
Dad, if you wanted me back then, I would have gladly given myself to you."
"Really?" Dad looked happy, seemingly immersed in that fantasy. "
Back then, I asked Mom indirectly, and she said that girls only have sex after marrying the boy they love. That's why I was disappointed in you. Otherwise, Dad, I would definitely have given you my virginity and let you deflower me."
"Silly Xiaxia, your mother is right." "
No way!" I hugged him and kissed him, whispering, "Actually, after going through so much, I've finally come to terms with it. Life is short, so we should enjoy it while we can. Why have so many constraints? We should take what we want. So, Dad, let's not have any regrets, let's go to another world with regrets."
"Yes, Dad knows. Dad and your mom still have many things we haven't accomplished." Dad's words were hesitant, as if he couldn't tell me directly. "
What is it?" I urged him playfully.
Dad glanced at me, hesitant to speak, but he couldn't resist my coaxing and sweet talk. After a brief exchange of glances, he surrendered. "I once asked your mom to give me anal sex, and she said she'd do it for a while, but unexpectedly, she's gone." "
Dad! So Dad is quite funny too! What he couldn't accomplish, I, his daughter, can do for him!"
A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I hugged and kissed him. "Dad, we'll have bread, we'll have milk."
"But your mom is gone forever," Dad said regretfully. "
But Mom said that everything she had, I would take over, and I would fulfill all her unfulfilled wishes."
Dad seemed to understand what I meant. He sighed. "Xiaxia, we're just father and daughter." I unbuttoned his shirt, stroking his strong pectoral muscles. "Dad, you and Mom are both here, but we have one more thing." I kissed his lips, teasingly telling him, "I have everything Mom has, and I even have her scent, if you like it." "
What scent?"
"Her love, her fragrance, and her continuation, the shape she will be after you two are together. Dad, you can slowly appreciate, slowly compare, slowly savor it." "
You silly Xiaxia, teasing Dad again, making fun of Dad again." Dad scolded playfully, but his words were full of joy.
I took Dad's hand and put it inside my pajamas. "Dad, I used to be curious and compared it with Mom's, but back then, she didn't have any pubic hair yet, and Mom would shyly say, 'When you have pubic hair, it'll be as big as Mom's.'"
Dad felt the outline and shape through his pajamas. "Xiaxia, what you have now compared to Mom's—" I reached from front to back, Dad carefully touching. "
Compared to Mom's in what way?"
Dad seemed to be measuring and comparing, then concluded that it seemed a finger's width larger. "What did your husband say?"
Dad asked.
"My husband, of course he's very satisfied. He said mine is fat and big, it should be a 'mingqi' (a type of organ). Dad, what's a 'mingqi'?"
Dad carefully touched it, saying it was like a steamed bun, a butterfly, and a 'little line' (a type of vagina).
"Then what kind is mine?" "
It should be a steamed bun."
"Hehe, Dad, what do you like
?" "As long as it's yours, Dad likes
it." "Hmph, always saying nice things." Although dissatisfied with his answer, I was still very happy. "Dad, what is Mom's?"
Dad seemed to be recalling, hers... hers seemed to be a 'little line,' it could be clamped during orgasm. "
Then you'll ejaculate quickly?" I teased with a laugh. "
Not really, it just moves like a little mouth, besides, your dad isn't that useless."
I pinched my nose and made a face, "Dad, will mine move too?"
Dad thought for a moment, "You probably inherited it. What did your husband say?"
He said, he said that when she got excited, he couldn't help but ejaculate. "
Then my Xiaxia isn't satisfied." Dad chuckled mischievously.
Hearing Dad's mockery, I snorted, "I'm just waiting for you, waiting for you to satisfy me." Then I changed my tone, "Dad, my big steamed bun, your big sausage, I want to sandwich you for the rest of my life."
Dad patted my butt, lewdly, "Then you have to take care of your mom first." Thinking about having Dad do my anus, I looked unhappy, pouting, "No way, I want you to go through the front door first." "
Then let's see your skills, you have to seduce Dad."
Reaching out and pinching his penis, "Dad, how did Mom seduce you back then?"
Dad mimicked my tone, "I won't tell you, didn't your mom teach you?"
*Buzz*—I made a face in response, "I'm more charming than Mom." Seeing Dad didn't speak, I quietly, mysteriously, "Just now, I was already wet."
Hearing this, Dad was surprisingly excited. He secretly slipped his hand between my buttocks and gently stroked it. I turned around and hugged him tightly. "Daddy, Xiaxia missed you. Come on, Xiaxia!"
Dad pulled his hand out from between my buttocks and coaxed me, "Xiaxia, isn't this okay? We won't cheat on each other, we won't commit incest."
I pouted, looking unhappy. "No, it's like scratching an itch through a shoe, it's so uncomfortable."
"Hehe, you'll feel better when your husband comes back." Dad actually laughed at my listless appearance. "
Hmph, heartless, you expect me to be filial." After saying that, seeing that Dad didn't respond, I pleaded, "Daddy, just touch me, you've already held my breasts, can't you just touch me there? We won't commit incest, okay?" I compromised.
Dad hesitated for a moment before agreeing, "Okay then."
I happily hugged him, jumping up and down, "Daddy, give me a kiss!"
Dad kissed me, then said, "Xiaxia, come to bed, come to bed and sleep with Daddy."
"Mmm," I nodded coquettishly, begging as he lifted me onto the bed.
Dad wrapped his arms around my waist, and I jumped, clamping my legs around his waist. Dad lifted my bottom and slowly walked to the bedside, then placed me on the edge.
I said, "Dad, this is the first time you've slept with me since I grew up, and the first time you've slept with me since I got married."
Dad, while taking off his shoes, stroked my chin with his hand. "Tell me," he said, "how did you feel when you first slept with your husband?"
I smiled shyly, pretending to think for a moment, and said, "The same as this time, Dad, full of anticipation and happiness."
Dad climbed onto the bed, scolding, "You silly Xiaxia, all you do is make your dad happy. How does this compare to your honeymoon?"
I hugged him, rolled over, and we both fell onto the bed. "Dad, you're sleeping with your own daughter, and you're not happy?" "
Your daughter is an adult now, she has the ability to make you happy." "
And what abilities do you have?"
The two lay there facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes. I said, "Flirting, teasing, making love—anything is possible."
"Haha—" Dad laughed heartily, but quickly became serious, "We agreed, no incest."
I nodded to him, "I understand, just love, no sex, no penetration."
After saying that last sentence, Dad and I separated, put our hands behind our heads, lay back on the bed, and looked at our family photo on the headboard. Mom and Dad were leaning against each other, and my husband and I stood behind them. I suddenly felt a sense of happiness and contentment.
[The End]

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