Mother and wife

Author: Nujia
Published on: Spring in the Courtyard
At the front door, I could already smell the fragrant aroma wafting from my beloved wife's kitchen as she prepared Chinese food. To my nose,
it was an aphrodisiac. No one knows my favorite dishes better than her; she's the one who cooks them to my liking. Eating her
homemade Shunde cuisine and making love with her in the bedroom has turned me into a spoiled husband.
Opening the door from the garage to the kitchen, Meiji was already waiting for me at the door. She wiped her hands with her apron,
stepped forward and we embraced and kissed. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and with the other hand, I cupped her round buttocks,
pressing her breasts towards me. She stood on tiptoe, her full breasts pressed against
the prepared signal.
Usually, we would start our day with a passionate kiss in the kitchen. Meiji once said that I was bad at everything
and only knew how to kiss like an innocent little boy. That was her
assessment of me when Meiji and I were trying our best to create a little life. Today, we only kissed (and she pulled away my hand that was touching her breasts)
and whispered :
"Daddy, your daughter has a problem bothering her today. Talk to her after dinner, and you can answer it
yourself ."
I asked Meiji what the problem was. Meiji said, "You talk to the girl herself, I won't relay the message to you two.
" I asked Xiyu: "Who is holding up Meiji's big belly?"
Our daughter Xiyu is six years old and still in kindergarten. After dinner, while Meiji was washing the dishes, I
called my daughter over. I said to her, "Mommy told me you brought a question home today, can you tell
Daddy about it?"
Xiyu sat next to me, looked up and said, "Mommy picks me up from school every day, and my classmates say that Mommy doesn't look like
my mommy, she looks like my grandma. Is Mommy really my mommy? "
"Hehe, so that's how it is. I called Meiji over and had her sit beside me. I
took out a photo album from under the teacup and opened it. My daughter and my beloved wife were embracing each other, telling the story of my daughter's birth.
I pressed my chest down. I naturally straightened up, and between her thighs was my erect flag, giving her a...
The first picture was of Meiji with a big belly, taking a selfie at home with her father, head to head.
The second picture was an ultrasound photo, with my name on it.
The third picture was a photo of Meiji and me attending a prenatal class. Meiji made a gesture, and I
reminded her to breathe." The rhythm.
The fourth and fifth pictures are in the delivery room, showing the situation before and after Xiyu's birth. I held the crying Xiyu as she was born,
kissing Meiji by the bedside.
There were also some things kept as souvenirs, such as the identification wristband that Meiji was given when she entered the hospital,
and the hospital's birth certificate, which listed the names of her father and mother. At that time, Xiyu had not yet been named.
Then, there were photos of Xiyu growing up, always in her father and mother's arms. "

When will I take your underwear off?"
Xiyu innocently pointed at Meiji and said, "I was in my mother's tummy."
I asked again, "Who is your father?"

“You are… Daddy loves Mommy, Mommy loves Xiyu,” she said, pointing to the photo. That was the pose we were in.
I told Xiyu that Mommy and Daddy really wanted a child, and it took so much effort and thought, plus expert
guidance, that I successfully got Mommy pregnant. I got happier and happier as I talked, and when I got excited, Meiji
pinched and interrupted, “Okay, let’s not talk about these things anymore. Xiyu is too young to understand.
” I understood. If I continued the story, not only would Xiyu not understand, but even I would
n’t . I told Xiyu, “You are the fruit of Mommy and Daddy’s love, our precious treasure, you know?” Xiyu nodded and said
she knew. The three of us, father and daughter, hugged and talked for a while, then Meiji coaxed our daughter to bed.
Today was our wedding day, my wife and I’d have a sacred day, and the whole family had to go to bed early.
I went back to my room first and put on my “battle armor,” the one I wore when I was born. Then Meiji came to our
bedroom.
Meiji sat on the edge of the bed, her back to… I took off my loungewear dress and underwear and changed into her "battle
armor," a short, thin-shouldered purple nightgown, so short it barely covered my buttocks. It was probably extremely thin; I wasn't wearing underwear
or a bra. My beloved rarely goes braless. Thus, her rounded breasts were prominently displayed, and her slightly parted vulva was faintly
visible . I stared intently, and saw my erect
penis thrusting in and out of that "divine paradise delta," and then my daughter fell to the ground. My excitement... The fun was in full swing, but my beloved wife showed no
sign of resistance. Unlike usual, she didn't turn to the left, strike a pose, turn to the right, and give me a knowing smile.
Instead, didn't turn around abruptly, her
snow-white back to me, lean slightly forward, sticking out her buttocks, asking if she looked pretty. That would have been her "declaration of war." But tonight, she silently climbed into bed and nestled against my shoulder.
The doubts that had been lingering in my mind were resolved; it seemed that Meiji herself had some unspoken worries. When I pulled her close and kissed her, she
...
“You were jealous of Aiyun. But you know, you've gained everything I couldn't give Aiyun.”
She turned away, lowered her head, and tears streamed down her face.
“Meiji, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?”
“You explained the facts to Xiyu clearly. But everyone can see it. We're an old woman and a young man, a mismatch.
I was supposed to be Xiyu's grandmother, but I became her mother. Is this the consequence of my mistake?”
“Meiji, you are the greatest mother. You made the greatest sacrifice for your children. Only a mother's
love allowed you to give me a daughter and a wife. You gave me back my manly glory, and now I have nothing.”
“But don't you regret it? Marrying an old woman, and having to share a wife with your father.”
"My dearest wife, I swear to God, I'd show you my heart and soul, I wouldn't believe you've lost out .
I am indeed your second wife." 　　"You're ungrateful. You take up fifty weeks of my life a year, what's there to complain about?" 　　"You're right. I haven't complained. No matter what others think of you, the most important thing is that you will always be my sex goddess, my best partner in bed, my daughter's good mother, and my beloved wife." 　　"You always talk about loving your wife before and after, what about our 'love child'? It's so cheesy." 　　"If you don't want to be my beloved wife, you can be my concubine." You owe me. Two weeks a year, you go back to Hong Kong to see your father. Without you sleeping with me, life is so melancholy.

"Meiji, I'm not just paying attention to your words, but also to your every move. We've been married for seven years...
I'm talking about sex. Speaking of our sex life, I'm itching with desire. I noticed my wife's breasts,
most of which were already showing through the deep V-neck of her nightgown. But I didn't disturb her back as my hand quietly
slipped between her thighs, gently caressing her.
"You rascal, I'm talking to you about serious matters, and you're not paying attention." "
It's been seven years, and with a wiggle of your hips, I've received your message. Tonight you're too lazy to even wear underwear and a bra, looks like you're not
in the mood for sex?"
"You've said what's on your mind, without a bra, my breasts have already sagged?"
"Don't misunderstand. There's a difference between not wearing anything and not wearing anything. What I'm trying to say is, even before leaving the office, my mind
has already started rehearsing the details of tonight's sex. For example, when to unhook your bra, how intimate we'll be...
" "Okay, I'll put it on quickly, and you can take it off for me right away." “
Meiji, no need for that. This was just a sex act I designed. My classmate, Xiyu, who has no taboos,
taught
me how to set up a tent. I think we've been married for seven years, and sex can't always be just a scratching the surface. We
create atmosphere in bed simply to let us enjoy the pleasure of sex. We've forgotten our original relationship.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
“It was Xiyu's classmate who suggested it. I wanted to have sex with her grandmother. Is that okay?”
“Incest?”
“That's right, we're incestuous.”
“After marrying you, I abandoned my identity as your mother and wholeheartedly focused on being Xiyu's
mother and your wife.”
“However, God sent Xiyu's classmate to speak, and we must face the fact that we resist during sex and dare not admit it in
daily life . Back then, without your encouragement, I couldn't cross this line. Today, I
'm going to help you overcome this psychological barrier.”

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