student's father

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When I was seven, my parents divorced. I lived with my father. Since my mother was gone, my father poured all his love into me to make up for the lost maternal love. He loved me very much and cared for me deeply. During the day, my father was busy with work, and after work, he would take care of my daily needs. When I was little, my favorite thing was to snuggle in my father's arms at night and watch TV; it felt so warm and comforting.
From the time I was old enough to understand, I loved my father dearly and thought that my future husband would be like him.
I also wanted to do something for him, so as soon as I got home from school, I would help with the housework. When I saw my father's back and legs aching from work, I would massage him. In short, I wanted to lighten his burden.
However, time is merciless. It seems that in the blink of an eye, I grew from a naive, spoiled little girl into a mature college student, while my father became haggard and looked very tired. Every time I saw a few more gray hairs on his head, I felt guilty. My only thought was that I must earn a lot of money in the future so my father could live a better life.
On another note, perhaps because my father lacked a sexual outlet, I repeatedly saw him masturbating alone in his room through the glass window. I was quite surprised at the time, and my face would burn and my heart would race every time I saw it.
Out of curiosity, I would hide outside the door each time I saw him masturbating, watching how his hands manipulated his thick, shiny penis. I was young then, just watching out of curiosity. Although I didn't understand, I didn't dare ask my father, and my understanding of sex was very vague. It wasn't
until I got into East China Normal University that I realized how open and frank my female roommates were about sex. Some people I've heard say they even had sex in middle school. I was shocked and found it unbelievable at the time, but I gradually accepted it and gained a deeper understanding of sex. I became more daring and uninhibited in my approach to sex, and even had sex with my boyfriend several times. I figured it was just a normal human instinct. Looking back, it seems a bit old-fashioned and laughable.
Therefore, I understood my father's masturbation. Thinking about how hard he worked to raise me, I was happy to satisfy his sexual needs. So I thought about how to reward him. The opportunity finally came.
On July 20th, school was out. That night, I called my father first, then took a 18-hour bus ride home. It was already past 7 pm. I remember the TV was on, and it seemed like they were broadcasting the CCTV news. My father was very happy to see me. He helped me carry my luggage into my room and then prepared dinner for us to eat together.
During the meal, my father looked me over for a while, then smiled and said I'd gotten fairer and prettier in the few months I'd been gone. I felt a surge of pride, and while serving him food, I chatted with him casually. After the meal, I
eagerly cleared the table for him, letting him sit on the sofa and watch TV. Once I finished, I sat down next to him affectionately, one half of my soft breast pressed against his arm, the other hand resting affectionately on his other shoulder, half-hugging him, feeling a warm glow inside.
My father didn't seem to notice, continuing to watch TV. I tried to find topics to talk about with him while observing his changes. Soon, I noticed his face was slightly flushed, and his genitals were noticeably aroused, even through his pants. I intentionally or unintentionally touched his sensitive area. My father flinched slightly; his penis was already erect. His face was filled with shame. As he was about to get up and return to his room, I saw my chance and hugged him tightly. He asked what was wrong. I thought for a moment and then poured out my thoughts and love for him. He listened, his face showing surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, he said with deep feeling, "Daughter, you've grown up. As your father, I'm content. But let's not do this anymore." He then turned to leave. My father, being an experienced man, knew I was constrained by traditional feudal ideas. Hesitant to move forward, I embraced my father again. Though my heart was pounding with emotion, I tried to reason with him calmly, appealing to his emotions. I recounted the trials and tribulations we had endured together over the years, and my deep affection for him. He listened, deeply moved, his eyes reddening. After nearly an hour, he finally gave in. Then, with deep love for him, I slowly and carefully removed my pants and clothes, revealing my womanly body to him. Though he was my father, he was still a man, and seeing this, his masculine instincts kicked in. He held his breath, silently gazing at my graceful body, my firm breasts, my rosy nipples, then my smooth belly, my full thighs…
I saw that my father's zipper was already stretched high by his penis, but he just stood there, motionless. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, placing his hand on my breast and stroking it. At the same time, I felt my breathing quicken, filled with excitement. This was the first time my father had touched my breasts, and it felt different from my previous boyfriends—it felt so good. With my encouragement, my father finally opened up and rhythmically kneaded my breasts, appearing very calm and composed, unlike my boyfriends who were so eager from the start, causing me pain and showing no tenderness. Stimulated by his hands, until my breasts hardened and swelled, my father then knelt down and licked my vulva with his tongue, occasionally gently biting my clitoris with his teeth. I stood there, head tilted back against the ceiling, my vulva wide open, fully accepting my father's baptism of love. That pleasant, warm current flowed through my body, making me involuntarily close my eyes and moan dreamily. My body began to feel lighter, defying the earth's gravity, and I felt myself floating—a feeling I had never experienced before. I felt as if I were drowning in an ocean of happiness, and all the troubles of the world vanished...
It felt like something was entering my vagina, it felt very swollen and hot, and waves of pleasure began to wash over me. It turned out that my father was...
"Oh...oh...so good...Dad...harder...ah..." My father's thick vagina was about to tear my flesh hole apart.
"Ah..." I felt my flesh hole swelling and feeling so full. At that time, I was in a semi-conscious state, as if I were in paradise...
I don't know how much time had passed when my father woke me up. I woke up groggily and saw that my father was kindly telling me to take a shower. I saw that my body was covered with my father's semen. I wanted to ask my father how it felt, but when I saw that my father had a satisfied expression on his face, I felt sweet inside, so I didn't need to ask and went to take a shower by myself...
From then on, I had sex with my father whenever I had the chance, satisfying both my father and myself, without paying attention to the worldly and feudal traditional concepts.

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