I repay my father with my body (reprinted)

During the National Day holiday, my boyfriend's family and I were originally scheduled to come to Beijing to discuss our marriage. However, since his parents had to attend two separate weddings, the plans were postponed.
This is my fifth year in Beijing, and my parents have never been to this northern city before. So, on the phone, they firmly stated that regardless of whether my boyfriend's family came to Beijing, they wanted to visit and get to know my future husband. On September 30th, I received a call from my father saying that my mother wouldn't be coming because she wasn't feeling well and was worried she wouldn't enjoy herself. He said he would be in charge of the visit and would only stay a few days before returning home. This didn't surprise me, as my mother's health has always been poor. My brothers might not be fully aware of this, but as the saying goes, "A daughter is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket," and I am no exception. My mother suffers from premature ovarian failure, which is very serious for women. First, it leads to a decline in physical health, and then premature aging. In the past, with many children in the family, my mother didn't receive adequate postpartum care and often had to return to work in the fields just days after giving birth, which damaged her health.
A-Jian and I took the airport bus from Baofusi to pick up my dad. A-Jian's family is from the north, so there wasn't much difference between trains and planes for them. My family is from the south, and I couldn't bear to let them travel nearly 20 hours to get here and then back. The airfare of over 1000 yuan was something A-Jian and I could afford. The Fourth Ring Road was very congested, and there were many large trucks on the Fifth Ring Road. We were anxious the whole way, but we finally arrived on time. After waiting for a while in the lobby of Terminal 2, we saw the arrival information and immediately headed to Exit 13. About 20 minutes later, I saw my dad. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion… My dad excitedly told us about his journey, and we walked and laughed, then took a taxi to the hotel we had booked in advance. By the time we arrived at Tsinghua University, it was almost 8 pm. After settling my dad's luggage, we went to have dinner together. At the dinner table, we ordered braised pork, Dad's favorite. Of course, drinks were a must. Dad and A-Jian ordered baijiu (Chinese liquor), while I ordered beer and soft drinks. At first, Dad, A-Jian, and I were a little reserved, but after a few drinks, we loosened up considerably, chatting and laughing, creating a very harmonious atmosphere. Dad even joked, telling me not to bully A-Jian. A-Jian is a somewhat introverted and shy person, with a scholarly air behind his glasses. He's very intelligent. However, he also has flaws; he loves to play, like a child who never grows up. We often argue, but we make up quickly. Our family doesn't know we're already living together. This is one reason why we arranged for Dad to stay at Tsinghua University, and also because a close friend of mine lives here, and I can stay at her house if it gets too late. Dinner was very enjoyable. Looking at the clock, it was almost 9 pm. A-Jian isn't a big drinker, but Dad got drunk first, his face very pale, the opposite of A-Jian, whose face was as red as a monkey's bottom.
A-Jian and I helped Dad back to the hotel, and he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. I noticed that A-Jian wasn't walking very steadily, so I told him, "You should go back first. I'll stay at Xiao-Mei's tonight; you can still catch the last bus." After seeing A-Jian off, I went back to my dad's room. He was fast asleep, his face pale but oily. He opened his eyes, and I knew he wanted water, so I gave him a bottle of mineral water. He drank the whole bottle and then went back to sleep. The hotel in Tsinghua Garden provides hot water until 10 PM, so you can take a shower. Drinking water is only available from the bottles the staff bring. Each guest has a set of pajamas. I woke my dad up and told him to take a shower. He agreed, but he wouldn't move. I helped him unbutton his shirt. Dad has gained a little weight, but he's still very thin. Underneath his shirt is a tank top, which feels damp to the touch, explaining the oiliness on his face. He's wearing dress pants, and I hesitated whether to help him take them off and put on his pajamas. So I nudged him again and said, "I'll get your pajamas for you. Get up and change, then quickly take a shower and get some rest tonight!"
Dad nodded, but his eyes opened and closed again. I loosened his belt, my heart pounding. When I was little, we were poor, and the whole family slept in one bed. Even after I started elementary school, it was still like that. At that innocent age, I was very curious and loved to guess adults' secrets. Occasionally, I would wake up in the night and find my parents pressed tightly together, the bed rhythmically swaying. I was so naive then, not knowing what they were doing, nor thinking about it. I was just simply jealous of my mother. On summer evenings, Dad would shower in the small courtyard, shirtless, wearing only a pair of small, not-too-big briefs. When the cool water soaked through his body, you could vaguely see his genitals… Later, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night. Everyone else was still fast asleep, but Dad was snoring. I secretly lifted his underwear and touched that soft, drooping thing, with a hairy fleshy mound underneath… It was too dark to see clearly… Today, I unbuttoned Dad's pants again. The daughter in front of him was no longer the naive, willful, and mischievous girl he once was. I felt a pang of emotion, reminiscing, my heart pounding. Dad was snoring; it was a sign of his deep sleep. I pulled down his trousers and put them away. He was still wearing those small, not-too-big briefs he always wore. Perhaps people in the countryside think those briefs are comfortable. Since we moved in together, I've always bought my boyfriend's shorts; I prefer the tighter kind. I woke him up again and draped a pajama over him. He looked quite disheveled in his remaining shorts. I folded his clothes, feeling a little embarrassed myself, and said, "Go take a shower quickly, there won't be any hot water soon." Dad reluctantly went to the bathroom. I tidied up the things Dad had brought from our hometown, many of them my favorite foods. I felt so happy then… Dad came back quickly. He said the water was too hot, he wasn't used to it! He muttered, "The city water tastes bad, the water back home is so much better!" I smiled… I checked the time, it was 10:15. Dad said, "Why don't you take a quick shower too?" I said, "I didn't bring any pajamas!" Dad said, "You can wear mine. I brought a change of toiletries in my luggage. I'm not used to these city clothes." That was a good idea, I nodded. After showering, I went back to my dad's room. His face was no longer pale; perhaps because of the shower, it was even a little flushed. He was watching TV, and when he saw me come in, he quickly sat up, looking much more sober. Dad said, "Jian is a good boy. You'll have a lot of trouble in the future, so you can't always be so willful. You have to be more tolerant!" I said, "Okay!" Just then, Dad's phone rang. Seeing it was the home phone, Dad laughed and said to me, "It's your mom calling. She wanted me to let her know I got off the plane safely, but I forgot." Dad leaned against the headboard, laughing and explaining to Mom on the other end of the line. I leaned over to eavesdrop, and when he mentioned me, Dad took the phone. My mother was very worried about my health because I developed early and had always had lumps on my skin. Before we came to Beijing, she kept reminding me to have a check-up every year. When the topic came up again, I told her the truth: I just had a check-up at the General Hospital of the Military Region last month, and the doctor said it was just lumps, which is normal! My mother said, "I'm relieved that everything is fine," and then we said goodnight and hung up. My father sighed and said, "Once your mother is feeling better, we must explore Beijing properly." I nodded. Talking about me and A-Jian, I vaguely sensed my father's disappointment—a girl's intuition, perhaps explaining why he got drunk despite not drinking much! I leaned on my father's shoulder; the sense of security was different from what A-Jian gave me. I nestled in his arms, and he gently stroked my hair. I closed my eyes, greedily savoring my father's love—I felt so happy!
My father asked, "Where are you sleeping tonight? It's getting late. Should A-Jian pick you up, or should I take you home later?" At this moment, my mind was made up: I was going to sleep with Dad tonight. Dad looked at me: "You still haven't grown up! Always so willful. Come on, Dad will take you home!" I said seriously: "You've never been kind to me since I was little. You always buy new clothes for my little brother first. You sleep next to Mom at night, and when I ask you to play with me, you always make excuses..." Dad stared at me, stunned. I got out of bed in my pajamas, straightened the blanket, and turned off the room light. Then Dad turned on the bedside lamp. Whether he liked it or not, I was determined to do what I had decided!
I got into bed, still nestled close to him. He had one arm around me, and I just enjoyed that feeling. After a moment of silence, Dad asked, "What did your mother say about your health? Is it serious?" I said, "It's alright. I've always had breast hyperplasia. It wasn't obvious when I was little, but now I always have lumps. The doctor said it will get better after I have a baby!" Dad seemed a little embarrassed, so he just replied, "Oh, oh~~" I smiled and said, "A daughter is flesh of her mother's flesh, and also flesh of yours, Dad. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Dad smiled and said, "You! You've always been mischievous!" I grabbed one of Dad's hands under the covers and placed it on my chest, guiding his fingers to gently press on the lump in my upper left breast. Dad said, "You need to have regular checkups," but his heart was clearly racing. Maybe it was just a moment of excitement, but I heard it in my heart… Mom has always been in poor health. I don't know how Dad has managed all these years. This family is where it is today because both Mom and Dad have suffered a lot. I will take good care of them! I will never regret anything I do for them!
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and got out of bed. In the bathroom, I took off my bra and panties, leaving only my father's slightly oversized pajamas on. I tied the belt and wrapped them up a few times to make them fit better. The light from the bedside lamp was soft; tonight , I would be sleeping with my father…
I took off my shoes and got into bed. I turned off the bedside lamp. My father had planned to turn it off after I was in bed, but now he had to obediently put his arm back under the covers, no longer leaning against the headboard, and slowly slipped under the covers. I remained nestled in his broad embrace, not on the pillow, but on his arm. My father said, "You've been busy all afternoon, get some rest!" I said, "Okay! Goodnight!"
Under the covers, I grabbed my father's other hand and placed it on my left breast, where the lump was, and slowly slid it down a little. I let go, leaving my father's hand alone there. My father didn't speak, and neither did I, but I could feel his heart racing. I deliberately shifted my body slightly, causing my father's arm to bend a little. I felt his hand pressed against my chest—his large hand, my chest, neither big nor small—there was no gap at that moment. After a moment, my father moved his hand away, and I grabbed his hand and placed it where the hard lump had been. We were both silent. Intentionally or unintentionally, I gently placed one of my hands, which I had turned to the side, against my father's lower body. He was wearing undershirts, but I could feel something hard there. My hand didn't move away; it remained naturally and gently pressed against him… Neither of us spoke. The room was quiet, separated only by a thin veil. I wanted to break the silence because I might never have this opportunity again. I pulled away slightly, so that my breasts were right next to my father's head. My father was surprised: "My dear daughter, are you uncomfortable?
" "Dad, do you think my breasts are normal?" My father was clearly embarrassed: "Go to sleep, don't do this. I'm your father." I silently took off my pajamas, leaving me completely naked. I held my father's head and put my breast into his mouth. "Suck, Dad." I felt my father's penis harden, pressing against my thigh. Dad hesitated for a moment, but finally suckled at my nipple. I took off Dad's underwear, reached out and grasped his genitals; I could feel their heat and hardness. After all, it had been a long time since we'd had proper sex. "Dad, if you want, come on up." I lay down, spreading my legs. Dad was still hesitant, so I turned on the room light, exposing my snow-white body to his eyes. Dad's bronze body was also in front of me, his thick, hard penis throbbing. "Dad, come in." Dad's face was flushed, but he still wouldn't go in. I crawled down, gently grasped Dad's penis, and brought my mouth to it. Dad let out a soft "Ah," and gasped. I sucked on Dad's penis, and Dad involuntarily licked my clitoris. I felt Dad finally surrender, and my lower body became incredibly wet. I lay down again, aligning Dad's penis with my vaginal opening. With a thrust, Dad's thick penis slid in... It lasted a full 39 minutes, and Dad finally ejaculated inside me... I licked Dad's genitals clean, then turned off the light and lay down on Dad's crotch. "Dad, how does it feel?" Dad seemed very regretful: You are my daughter, Dad is sorry. "No, Dad, Mom isn't well, so let me do what Mom can't do. There's nothing wrong with it. I came from Dad, so serving Dad is nothing." Dad was speechless, and I felt him hug me tighter. We lay there naked, embracing each other, silent all night.
I don't regret what I did today. Maybe some people will scold me, but I truly will never regret it. I made Dad feel comfortable once, what is there to regret? Dad raised me, and I can do anything for him. Neither of us spoke. The room was quiet, just a thin veil between us, but no one broke it. This kind of experience might only happen once in a lifetime. We said goodnight, but I knew that neither Dad nor I slept well that night…

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