The lover turned out to be her own daughter

I'm a middle-aged man from Hunan. In my youth, I was a gambler. My wife, in a fit of anger, divorced me and took our one-year-old daughter back to her hometown in Shaoguan, Guangdong. After remarrying, she never contacted me again, and I never saw my daughter again.
The divorce spurred me on; I ran out of money to gamble and could only focus on making money. I did all sorts of jobs: manual labor, security guard, business. Later, I learned a unique skill and opened a small factory; now I'm the factory manager.

Two years ago, I fell in love with a young woman from Qingyuan, Guangdong, who worked in my workshop. Although there's a significant age difference, we were deeply in love. Our courtship was truly beautiful. My marriage to my ex-wife was arranged; we didn't have a courtship process. This middle-aged man still has an appeal to women; they like the maturity of older men. Thanks to my care, my young love has progressed very quickly and even became a junior supervisor. She's transformed from a country bumpkin

into a fashionable young woman. She's very grateful to me for this. Besides romantic dates, we spend our time making love behind closed doors. I remember the first time we made love, she was still a virgin. In my room, we happily undressed. We both felt we could entrust ourselves to each other, without any hesitation. The girl had a good figure; her breasts weren't big or small, but quite firm, probably from her past farm work. She had thick,

dark pubic hair, which looked very sexy. I kissed her fragrant lips and caressed her small breasts, gradually arousing her desire. Her lower abdomen kept thrusting forward, her back arching backward. I knew she was ready to climax, so I took some lubricant and applied some to her vulva, and also to my penis, afraid that too little lubrication would cause too much pain during our first time. Then I repeatedly rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva, making her moan with pleasure. When I saw she was already so eager, I

pushed my penis in forcefully. With her crying out in pain, my penis was fully inside her vagina. Her virgin blood flowed out, and I wiped it away. I kissed her vulva hard, letting her feel the soft stimulation of her lips, no longer the forceful and unreasonable thrusting of my penis. After kissing for a while, she started to get wet, and kept pressing her vulva against my mouth. I knew she wanted it, so I inserted my penis again and started moving slowly. Her vagina gripped my penis

tightly, and with each thrust, she couldn't help but respond. As I increased the force, the squelching sounds from her vulva became loud. I stopped, and we both caught our breath. I kissed her again; my little darling was as cute as a kitten. I asked her if it still hurt. She shook her head. I asked her if it felt good. She pouted and said she hated it. I started thrusting again, with more force and intensity. She was already very receptive to a man's organ. I said, "Try to feel what it feels like inside your

vagina ." She said she craved something thicker and bigger to go inside her. I sped up, and her reactions became stronger and stronger, stimulating me to orgasm first. I held her and caressed her; I had my lovely wife again.
She'd told her parents about our relationship and my situation, but they'd always

disapproved her dating a man twenty years her senior. We could only maintain a romantic relationship. My room was our love nest. Since losing her virginity, we'd made love frequently, and now she always orgasms, her moans like a little wildcat. My sweetheart had long been aware of her family's attitude, so she never let us use condoms, hoping to force the issue. After some effort, we had a son, which she hoped would pressure her parents

. She secretly retrieved our household registration booklet, and we decided to get our marriage certificate at my parents' home at the end of the year and then go to hers for the New Year. Yesterday, she showed me photos of her with her mother from her recent trip home. Looking at her mother's haggard rural appearance in the photos, I felt I'd seen her somewhere before, vaguely resembling my ex-wife. Shocked, I inquired about her mother's situation. She said her current father was her stepfather; her mother had brought her with her when she married him. She'd never

met her biological father, only heard he was from Hunan, and her mother wasn't from Qingyuan but from Yunguan. The more I listened, the more something felt off, so I asked her what her mother's name was. The name she gave me exploded like a bomb in my head. Then my mind went blank. The name she gave me was the same as my wife's name when I was young. Looking at her, the woman who had borne me a son, it turned out she really was my biological daughter. What should I do now? Should I tell her the truth

or keep it a secret?
Time ticked by as I hesitated, but the conflict in my heart remained unresolved. My daughter was now a young woman with a child, possessing a unique charm compared to her youth. When I made love with her, it was no longer just the feeling of lovers; it was also infused with the deep love of a father, making our lovemaking even more passionate.

A year later, my daughter's stepfather suddenly passed away from illness, and she rushed home for the funeral. Half a month later, she returned to my place with her mother, who was my ex-wife. She felt that her mother was too lonely and wanted to settle her nearby so she could take care of her. When I got home from the office, I hugged my daughter. Unexpectedly, my ex-wife, who hadn't said a word, recognized me immediately. She went berserk, cursing me as a "deadbeat" and

a started scratching my face, leaving ten claw marks. Twenty years is a long time; men's appearances generally don't change much, but women, especially rural women, age faster and change more, so I didn't recognize her at first. My ex-wife pointed at me and asked my daughter, "Is he your boyfriend?" My daughter, thinking I knew her mother before and that her mother disliked my age, nodded. Her mother wailed, yelling, "He's your real father! Ahhhhh, daughter, we can't

live like this!" My daughter was bewildered; what was this all about? How did he suddenly become my father? My ex-wife tearfully recounted my past misdeeds to my daughter. My daughter's eyes widened in shock, and only then could I get a word in edgewise. I explained that I hadn't known she was my daughter until I saw a picture of her mother, but the damage was done, and it was too late by then. My ex-wife sobbed

uncontrollably there, stunned, her beloved boyfriend now her father. I patted my daughter and said, "Don't let your mother be too sad. Talk to her; it's all fate, not something we did intentionally." Then I drove them to a hotel, figuring they'd need to discuss what to do next, so I left to avoid disturbing them.

The next day, the mother and daughter, carrying my son, arrived at my place early, clearly there to negotiate. After we sat down, my daughter spoke first, not calling me "Dad," probably because she couldn't quite get used to it and was embarrassed. She asked me to remarry her mother. I said I had no objection; we're family now, what objection could there be? My ex-wife then became my current wife again. She pointed at my daughter and asked, "What about her?" I said, "Find her a good boyfriend." Unexpectedly, my daughter said I wouldn't leave my

father, even though we already have a son. This was an unsolvable problem. I sat there for half an hour, silent, thinking it over and over. Living together in my factory's location was simply impossible. A remarried wife and a lover? Living together? Of course, that would only be interesting if no one at the factory knew the lover was my daughter. If the incestuous rumors got out, our whole family would be tainted. After a long pause, I announced my

decision: sell the factory and take them, my daughter, and my son to Vietnam to start a new business. Otherwise, it would be difficult to face people with acquaintances. Both mother and daughter agreed.
After selling the factory, I spent money to buy a large house in Vietnam. I had a son, a daughter, a wife, and a family to support. My daughter and I were very happy living in the big house, holding our one-year-old son with joy. I

gave them a rule: our son could only be our grandson, and we could never reveal anything else to anyone. That night, my wife and I slept in the same bed. As an old married couple, we knew each other well and rekindled our old flames, like we were back on the same boat.
My daughter's room is next to mine; she could probably hear me and her mother being intimate. Poor daughter, her desires have been

unleashed ; how will she ever fill them? While my wife and I were making love, my daughter was indeed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Partly because hearing my mother and me making love aroused her, and partly because she was thinking about how to arrange our relationship.
With my daughter's help, my wife started getting ready. Clothes make the man, and although my wife looked a little tired, she

looked alright. Otherwise, my daughter wouldn't be so beautiful. My daughter, on the other hand, was even more stunning; she looked like a fashionable lady on the streets of Vietnam.
On Sunday, my daughter, for some unknown reason, cooked a huge feast and bought several bottles of wine, claiming it was to celebrate moving to Vietnam. She then kept toasting her mother and me, and after a few bottles,

everyone was completely drunk. My daughter finally managed to help my wife and me to bed. I was half asleep when I suddenly felt a wonderful sensation in my genitals—wet, slippery, warm and sticky—and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I rarely have erotic dreams, but this one felt so real. I opened my eyes and saw my daughter sitting on top of me, moving up and down. This wasn't a dream. I slapped her on the bottom and asked, "Don't you think about what your mother thinks?" My wife woke up too

, seeing us so close together, and understood everything. She turned on the light and sat up. Actually, she was also naked from our daughter's clothes. Looking at her daughter and then at me, she suddenly said, "You two just want to keep going like this?" My daughter replied without hesitation, "I'll stay with Daddy until he's old." My wife sighed. "I don't know what terrible things I did in my past life, it seems I have to pay for it in this one. Let's not have any more children." Then she went to sleep in our daughter's room.

From then on, our family of four, three generations, settled down and lived a solid life in Vietnam.
(The End)

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