Father's internal ejaculation

I lay in bed, enjoying my father's vigorous massage while listening to his stories. A warm feeling welled up inside me. Between family members, especially my father, we've been together day and night. The things he talked about were things I'd personally experienced. I never imagined that what I considered normal and natural could arouse his desire, and that these thoughts had been brewing for a year.

I'd always thought he'd been drinking and driven by lust that one time he slept with me. Who knew he'd spent a year observing and fantasizing about me? I was a little confused. Thinking back, I realized I'd been completely oblivious for over a year. Even when things weren't going well while I was recovering, I hadn't considered it. How could I have known my father had been thinking about me for so long…

But his words also warmed me. He seemed tired from talking. I knew it must have taken a lot of courage for him to say these things, especially since he's usually so quiet with me at home.

I felt my father's hands leave my legs. I must say, regardless of how professional his massage was, my legs felt much better. They were sore and weak, but incredibly comfortable.

My father's hands then moved to my chest, beginning to unbutton my clothes. His movements were always so gentle, as far as I could remember, except when he was about to ejaculate during sex; he never hurt me. In a moment, all the buttons on my pajamas were undone, and I wasn't wearing a bra, my breasts immediately exposed.

Whether it was the incredibly comfortable massage or the thought of how long he had been studying me, my whole body began to heat up. Then, my father's right hand grasped my left breast, his nipple held between two fingers. His hand kneading my breast wasn't strong, but the two fingers holding my nipple were firm, causing it to harden instantly.

I kept my mouth tightly shut, not wanting to make a sound, but my legs clamped together, because I felt myself getting wet again. Then my father's mouth took my right breast into his mouth, and I let out a soft "hmm" through my nose, my chest arching upwards.

My father's tongue was incredibly agile, constantly teasing my nipple. Suddenly, he gently bit it with his teeth, and I let out a soft "ah." The desire inside me surged up inexplicably, a burning, agonizing feeling. My lower body was already wet, and my legs slowly clamped together, rubbing against each other.

My hands were clenched tightly, and suddenly I felt my father's left hand touch my face. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of my father's palm, moaning softly, occasionally letting out a cry as my father gently bit my nipple. My father's hand brushed across my face, touched my forehead, moved down past my nose, and finally landed on my lips.

My father's middle, index, and ring fingers stroked my lips back and forth. Just then, his right hand, which had been kneading my breasts, released them and slid down my abdomen, caressing my labia from under my pajama pants. I was already soaking wet. My father's middle finger rubbed back and forth between my labia a few times before expertly inserting itself into my vagina.

I opened my mouth and let out an "Ah!" My father's middle finger, which had been stroking my lips, suddenly went straight into my mouth while I was doing so. My tongue touched his finger, and I instinctively closed my mouth, taking his middle finger into my mouth instead. My father's finger was very gentle; it didn't swirl around in my mouth but rather lightly intertwined with my tongue.

I tasted a salty flavor and wanted to open my mouth to let it out, but my father's fingers started moving, each time inserting his middle finger completely. My legs involuntarily bent, and the fluid below seemed to be flowing more heavily than usual. At this moment, my father's left middle finger was in my mouth, and his right middle finger was in my vagina, while he was calling out to my nipples. Just thinking about this made my whole body feel like it was burning up. At this moment, I must have been blushing, moaning "Mmm! Mmm" through my nose. I don't know when, but I had reached out my left hand to stroke my father's head, pressing it down, wanting him to suck on my breast.

My father then inserted his ring finger as well. I could clearly feel the change in pressure on my vaginal walls, and the speed of his two fingers gradually increased. The pleasure in my lower body grew stronger, and my moans from my nose grew louder. Especially, it seemed that a lot of fluid had come out, accompanied by the "slap slap" sound of my father thrusting in and out. Involuntarily, I took my father's middle finger into my mouth, this time sucking and licking it with my tongue. Suddenly, I had a spasm, and I opened my mouth and cried out "Ah!" My legs clamped tightly around my father's hand, and my vagina contracted incessantly, releasing an unknown amount of fluid.

My father took the finger out of my mouth, stood up, and looked at me as I convulsed. My eyes were glazed over, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting aimlessly.

My father's finger technique was excellent, but the better the technique, the emptier my body felt after the orgasm. I was feeling a bit itchy when I felt my legs being lifted onto my father's shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked at him. It was already dark, and I could vaguely make out my father's appearance, but I couldn't make out his face.

I could see my straight legs being hoisted onto my father's shoulders. He had his head down, and as soon as my labia felt his penis, I let out a soft "hmm." His penis was very hard; perhaps it was just my imagination, but it also felt very large. That feeling of fullness and satisfaction sent me soaring to heaven.

My father gripped my thighs with both hands and slowly began to thrust. In the darkness, I watched his body. My vagina had already adjusted to his penis and began to respond to his rhythm, constantly swallowing and releasing. His breathing grew heavier, and I lost all my previous restraint.

"Ah! Ah! Hmm! Hmm, hmm... Hmph, ah!..."

I moaned, enjoying it. In the darkness, I watched my fair legs being hoisted onto my father's shoulders. My breasts swayed with his thrusts. I didn't know where to put my hands. Sometimes I grabbed the sheets, sometimes I covered my mouth, and sometimes I moved them around. My father's thrusts were very rhythmic. Later I learned that it was called "nine shallow and one deep." A flame was burning in my heart. If I didn't release it, I felt that this flame would make me lose my senses and completely destroy my soul.

My moans seemed to grow louder and louder. Suddenly, my father began pressing my legs down, his body leaning towards me. He released my thighs, bracing himself on the bed with his hands. My legs were almost pressed against his body, lifting a small portion of my buttocks off the bed and my entire genitals up. This allowed his penis to thrust downwards, penetrating deeper, seemingly hitting my cervix several times. It

was my first time making love like this. My father's face was right above me. I stared blankly at his face, my legs stiff. This time, I didn't close my eyes. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes, filled with desire and passion. I was intensely aroused again; the allure and thrill of incest were undeniable.

My father's movements became more vigorous. He braced himself on the bed with both hands, his lower body rising and falling with great force, each thrust penetrating to the deepest point. The "slap slap" of the impact excited me even more. The fullness of my vagina, with the back and forth thrusting of my father's penis, made me feel my labia minora being pulled out with his penis, then instinctively contracting and sucking on it. My father's breathing grew louder and louder, eventually catching up with my moans.

My father's speed increased, and I was about to climax. My mouth was wide open, but I couldn't make a sound. My body was pinned down by my father, unable to move. My hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to my face, but I couldn't feel it. "Ugh..." A sob escaped from my throat. I felt it was almost worse than crying. My whole body convulsed, my mind went blank, and I felt like I was floating. I didn't even know when my father was on top of me.

I lay on the bed, my body limp, my father's breathing right next to me. I could feel his heavy body, covered in sweat, slippery and sticky. After catching his breath, he got up and put away the condoms, but this time he didn't go out. Instead, he lay down next to me and reached out to stroke me.

My father's touch was the most pleasurable touch I'd ever felt from any man in my 38 years of life. Perhaps it was because it was his hand, which evoked both a natural paternal love and a thrilling, taboo-breaking sensation. That was it then; my body hadn't fully recovered from the previous sensation, and the touch of my father's large hand made me feel even more incredibly comfortable.

My father's voice echoed in my ears: "Xiao Hui, you're so beautiful!"

[The End]

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