A story with my father (reprinted)

This is a story about the passion between my father and me. At first, I tried to portray the sex scenes in a lighter way and deliberately made myself appear as a well-mannered lady who was different from the typical promiscuous woman.
But as these memories gradually became words, the passion within me betrayed me. The primal, instinctive impulse and the yearning intertwined in my blood were like a mesmerizing wind blowing across the mountains, swirling up countless petals in the sunset of my memories. I couldn't help but recount the beauty and tremor of each time it entered my body or the depths of my life, my body and mind dancing along. Only then did I realize that this was actually the grand stage deep within my heart.
So you can treat this article as an alternative love story told by a promiscuous woman, because most of the time life needs to be direct and simple. If you are fortunate enough to feel the deep emotions beneath our passion, then please quietly savor the passion and love of life; of course, if I disgust you, then in your anger, you might as well be glad, after all, people like me are very, very far away from your life and are extremely rare.
I've never thought there was anything wrong with my relationship with my father. I'm used to my personality and way of thinking often being different from others, and these haven't prevented me from having a happy family and being a good wife and mother. I'm so grateful to my father for allowing me to grow up healthy and for giving me more love than others; I love him deeply.
My father was a typical intellectual of that era. He loved his profession but was somewhat unappreciated. Fortunately, he was an optimistic and easygoing person. He had a lot of time to play with me. Many times he was doing his "big things" while I could only watch from the sidelines, but I still thought it was great. Occasionally, being able to help out a little would make me happy for half a day.
My mother's workplace was far from home, so she usually didn't come home at noon and sometimes had to work the night shift. Therefore, I was very close to my father from a young age. I remember that he usually bathed me, and I liked the feeling of his strong, big hands touching my body.
I vaguely remember one day I suddenly barged into the bathroom and asked to take a shower with him. It was the first time I had faced his naked body, and I was a little at a loss. I just quietly looked at him, and the dark thing on his lower body was naturally my biggest curiosity.
He was quite embarrassed at the time. He scolded me, but couldn't get rid of me. So he took off my clothes and bathed me naked. That's when I saw for the first time his big, hairy thing under his body slowly stretching and turning, finally standing proudly and erect in front of me. I was utterly shocked.
Knowing he couldn't control the situation, my father became quite open and generous. When I timidly reached out my little hand and grasped his erect penis, he neither refused nor said anything.
I asked him curiously why it got bigger and harder. He said the caterpillar was angry. At that age, this joke suited my taste, and I became even more curious about it. When I was lathering up with soap, I couldn't help but rub it for him. It got harder and harder between my little hands, standing straight up almost as high as my head, its magnificent peaks quite tall and imposing.
I think we did this about seven or eight times. Sometimes my father wanted to refuse me, but after each time he would repeatedly tell me not to tell anyone! At that time, the children in the yard always played together. I vaguely knew that in other people's eyes, intimacy between men and women was definitely a very shameful act.
All of this ended when I was in the second or third grade of elementary school, but I still liked to be close to my father's body. He had a special scent that made me feel like a little bird nestled against his broad body. I also liked his warm and thick caresses. Whenever I was naughty, my father would pull down my pants and pat my little bottom. When my mother wasn't around, he would touch it for a while.
I would sit on my father's lap and act spoiled. He would often hug me from behind, and occasionally I would feel his slowly hardening thing pressing against me from under my bottom, making my heart race. But he would usually move me away quickly, and I didn't dare to ask for anything.
In the second year of junior high school, I started to grow some pubic hair, and my breasts began to change. On the day I got my period, I squatted in the toilet and screamed. My father rushed over, and I pointed to my genitals and showed him. Actually, I already knew what was going on from a book; I just wanted to proudly announce to my father that I was now a woman.
My father grumbled, scolding me for making a fuss and being disrespectful, but at the same time comforting me, telling me to quickly wipe myself clean. I begged him to do it, and as always, he eventually listened to me. Watching him carefully wipe my private parts, my heart started pounding, and I felt a little hot. That evening, my parents prepared a special meal to celebrate, and I was truly happy that day.
With such a good start, I no longer had to worry about my secrets in front of my father. Sometimes when my mother wasn't around, I would seriously discuss some physiological issues with my father, pulling open my clothes to let him see my breasts or genitals. My father would always scold me a bit, but I didn't care.
During that period, my father's body was no longer the same as before. In addition to the warmth that still existed, there was a lot of restlessness. I often put my breasts against his arm, and every physical contact made my heart flutter.
It was around that time that I learned to masturbate. The object of my fantasies wasn't necessarily my father. Literature had only recently been unbanned, and the gentle kiss in those words was enough to make this ignorant girl's heart flutter and keep her tossing and turning at night.
One day, my whole family went swimming at the beach. My mother seemed to have left because of the towel. I said I wanted to practice kicking my legs in the water. My father then supported my chest and lower abdomen with his hands. His hands firmly grasped my breasts, and I immediately felt dizzy. My heart pounded like a deer and my bones felt weak. Suddenly, we both fell silent.
My feet merely splashed the water symbolically, my father's hands occasionally kneading my small breasts, while his other hand was almost pressed against my vulva, his lower body swaying and thrusting.
When I wanted to rest because water got in my eyes, he put me down, but his hands didn't leave my chest. Instead, he hugged me from behind, and his erect penis gently pressed against me through my swim trunks. My mother came back shortly after.
The next night, my mother was working the night shift. I sat on my father's lap, my heart pounding. We both knew what was about to happen. I pulled down my shirt collar, and my breasts were faintly visible, the buds just beginning to emerge. I told my father they were getting bigger. He said, "Really?" and reached out to touch my breasts through my clothes, whispering in my ear:
"It's really big, Daddy likes it!" My breathing became rapid. Soon after, my father unbuttoned my clothes and his warm, large hands grasped my lotus-like breasts.
Then, right there on my little bed, he leaned down and pressed his warm lips against my breast, taking my pink and tender nipple into his mouth. I was both shy and timid, never expecting my father to do this. This was the shyest moment I had ever been in front of my father. But at that moment, I was already aroused and overwhelmed by boundless pleasure.
My father had stripped me naked without my noticing, and kissed my virgin body, fragrant and dewy like a newly blossoming flower bud. His lips gently pressed against mine, as if melting my thin, fragrant lips instantly. My father was a wonderful teacher; he gently pried open my mouth with the tip of his tongue, skillfully teasing my tender little tongue, leading me into the city of desire, dancing in the roaring bonfire of our first kiss, merging my first kiss into a sea of surging passion.
At this moment, my body was already wet with spring water. My father's hand promptly moved towards the peach blossom paradise where the grass was sparse. His fingers were like the gentle breeze of April blowing over the peach blossoms that were about to open and close. I breathed softly, my waist was like a willow swaying in the wind. Before long, a huge climax came. My father, who was holding me, was like a mountain, making my climax echo for a long time.
父亲此时温香软玉在怀，云情未已雨意方浓，自然是舍不得放手，继续抚摸我的身体，初次偷香的我也是春心难休，伸出纤纤玉手握住了他那又硬又热的阴茎。
父亲抓住我的手，教我慢慢地上下撸动，看得出父亲很舒服，那东西在我手中越来越涨，仿佛要撑开我那环着它的小手，我无力控制这条发情的大虫，只好伸出另一只手助阵。
父亲的手依然还在抚摸我，尽管我也是春兴癫狂情欲迷离，不过当时好像并没有让他插入的想法，也许是因为他这样已经弄得我很舒服了的缘故吧。
过一会父亲突然叫我用力，然后干脆紧紧地抓住我的手，使劲地上下套他的大阴茎，他的呼吸开始变得急促，我还不懂男人的高潮是怎么回事，不禁感到有些害怕，毕竟父亲在我面前总是那么的慈祥，第一次看到父亲疯狂失态的样子，我还是被吓着了。
随着他狮子一样低沉的叫声，我感到有东西溅到了我的脸上，低头看到一股股精液如涌泉一般正从父亲红得发紫的龟头上喷射出来，蔚为壮观，落在了我身体的各个部位。
父亲气喘嘘嘘地躺下，我对溅射在身体上的精液不知所措，父亲很快发现了忙拿出纸来替我擦干净，看到父亲又恢复了原来的样子，还是那么爱我疼我，刚才的惊恐随即又烟消云散了，取而代之的是一种窥探到父亲最后秘密的喜悦。
事后父亲免不了叮嘱不得告诉妈妈之类的话，那时候我已经懂了许多事，所以在妈妈面前我表现得很得体。这事之后父亲好像有点紧张，给我卖了许多书，常带我和妈妈一起出去玩，对我的学习成绩的关注程度明显加强，我知道父亲是怕这事让我从此乐不思蜀，不能自拔。
我只是暗中觉得好笑，我的生活并没有多大变化，平时我不大去想这些事，我只知道在一定的时候父亲肯定会给我，这种感觉一直伴随了我许多年。不过父亲的良苦用心让我那些年过得很好很快乐。
从那时开始我们就这么玩着，后来慢慢有了想让父亲插入的感觉，但最终都不敢，父亲那欧洲Ａ片一样漂亮的大阴茎也总是小心翼翼地躲着我的阴户，从不轻易靠近。
有一天父亲忽然叫我舔一舔他那只大虫虫，对这个可爱的小弟弟我当然有的只是喜欢，于是玉舌香唇一并迎了上去，与它体会那从未有过的亲近。
那只虫虫很识趣地变得坚挺，虽然对于一个１３岁的女孩来说可能过于威猛，但看着它那龟头张着小嘴流着口水的样子，又让我觉得它像一只嗷嗷待哺的小鸟，于是不禁轻启朱唇，微微含住那龟头，父亲长吁了一口，轻将玉茎挺抵在我的门牙上，我因怕那牙齿伤着它，赶紧张大了嘴巴，那家伙便乘机撑开我的嘴巴从紧紧环着的双唇间滑了进去。
这个唐突闯入的客人让我的舌头有些无地自容，我只好将它吐出一些，小舌变得稍微从容，便主人般殷勤地与它上下纠缠到了一起。
那阴茎在我在我唇齿之间正打得火热，硕大的龟头和阴茎将我的小嘴撑得好累，不得不吐出来喘口气，爸爸握着他那红彤彤的肉棒有点耀武扬威地在我嘴边来回地厮磨着，我忍不住再次抓住它，吞吐舔舐如调戏心爱的宠物。
不一会父亲扶着我的手让我越撸越快，那硬得像根棍子的阴茎在一瞬间青筋暴涨，骤然色变，只见一股股浓液喷薄而出，如同一道道白绫当空飞舞扑面而来，重重地?打在我的嘴上、脸上，其中一股狠狠地射进了我的嘴里！
那浓浓的精液味道和突如其来的打击让我的花容失色，撒娇地大叫了起来，父亲顾不上回味那销魂的快感，赶紧替我收拾。过后想想当时的情形其实好好玩。
后来父亲又开始舔我的阴户，他那厚重的舌头温暖而柔软，在我***四周轻轻拂过那的两片花瓣，然后席卷那春水盈盈的鲜美玉蚌，让我全身蜂狂蝶乱，他的一只手没放过我的两只白玉般的小乳房，没多久我就被他收拾得身酥骨散。
工作之后有一次和女伴看Ａ片，我们当中已婚未婚对半，基本上都是第一次看，影片里的口交镜头让大多数人惊叫着捂上了脸，我却偷偷地长嘘了一口气，实际上在和父亲的关系中，唯一让我有点怪怪的就是这口交了，如今终于可以大大方方地喜欢了。
父亲时常搂着怀中这温香软玉，看芳草涯边春水涓涓，想必每次锁住身下那跃跃欲试的虬龙真是不容易，于是只能想出其他办法来安慰他的小弟弟。
一开始他让我撅着屁股伏在一团被子上，将阴茎放在我两瓣屁股之间来回抽送，再后来，随着我那乳房越来越丰满，他便跨在我身上，将阴茎放在我那双乳之间，然后将双乳一挤涌雪成峰，而他那阴茎便在这绵山柔谷之间来回穿行直至飞花溅玉精疲鸟倦。
直到高中毕业我都没有和父亲发生过真正意义上的性交，并非我认为不可以和父亲性交，只是在这一点上我和普通的乖女孩一样，以为这是长大之后才可以做的事。我始终以为我和父亲之间仅仅是一种超乎常人的亲昵，一种比较疯狂的肌肤之亲，一种父女之间毫无保留的真情流露。
尽管和父亲有着不可告人的秘密，我心里却很坦然，我只是认为自己在某一方面与众不同罢了。自认还是一个有底线的人，我知道这样的想法多少有点「偷书不算偷」的味道，但排除了生殖繁衍，实际上乱伦本身只是一个心里方面的问题，而偷书则是一个现实方面的问题。
有时候我会想如果当时父亲要和我做，结果会是怎样？我不知道，但可以肯定，不能直捣龙门对他这样一个过来人多少是一种折磨，不过好在还有母亲。
也许是我和父亲的这种关系，母亲在我眼中其实更像个大姐姐，不管我对我和父亲的事情多么坦然，对母亲我还是有些内疚，起码我和父亲对他隐瞒了这样一个秘密。所以我总尽量去弥补，以至于别人都说我对母亲比对父亲好。
我没有见过父母做爱，常常会有些好奇，我曾问过父亲我和妈妈比怎么样，被父亲臭骂不准胡说八道，当然他不是生气，但我从此不敢说这事。我从没有嫉妒过母亲，我爱她，不管别人怎么认为，我知道她是父亲身上不可割舍的另一半，没有妈妈，我就不可能有这样一个爱我的父亲，甚至常常感觉到父亲对我的爱有一半来自于母亲，所以对母亲我充满感激，我心里偷偷地认为父亲是妈妈送给我的一个大礼物。
尽管家里浓情蜜意，但我知道我的世界远远比它大，知道自己迟早要离开他们去寻找一个自己的新家，所以我很想出去看一看外面的世界。高考时我选择了外省的一所大学，父亲很支持，倒是妈妈很担心，但想想能上名校挺不容易，也就没说什么了。上大学的前夕我曾想和父亲真正做一次，但父亲没答应，他说我应该把它留给将来娶我的那个人。
我就这样到了另一个城市上大学，走之前父母自然是千叮万嘱别老想家，父亲更是语重心长。到了大学当然也常想父母，想念和父亲在一起的时光，但这种思念并不总是和情欲有关。
大学二年级的时候我开始恋爱了，我的初恋有一个很浪漫的开始，但在持续一年之后，还是分手了。可能是家庭对我的关爱使我成为那种一谈恋爱就想结婚的人，但在热恋一年之后我才发现我们婚姻实在太遥远，前方有着太多的迷茫，不确定的未来让彼此的承诺显得好苍白，我不能承受这样的爱情。我以为爱情在她刚刚开放的时候已经最为灿烂，而没有家庭的呵护，她只能一天天在风雨飘摇中慢慢地凋零。
那时候的大学生还不像现在，我们没有什么机会做爱，最多只能在校园最黑暗的角落里彼此爱抚了对方那个地方。
失恋后的我找到了另一种心灵的宁静，觉得自己成熟了许多，加上恋爱以后开始比较注重打扮，还换了个发型，在三年级的那个寒假回到家里，爸爸说我真正变成大姑娘了。我这才注意到，我很幸运地几乎继承了父母身上的所有优点，已经出落成一个性感漂亮的大姑娘。
在那个寒假里一个月经刚刚干净的下午，父亲终于抵挡不住这样一个成熟身体的诱惑，突然将我压在身下（从前他很少这样），在他热烈的亲吻中我感到了他那强烈占有的欲望，他的阴茎不停地抵住我的阴户，急促的呼吸带着男人的欲望铺天盖地向我袭来，我本是一座不设防的城池，内心的狂野一下子如春风野火熊熊燃烧起来。
我紧紧地搂着他，扭动着屁股与他厮磨，附在他耳边轻声说道：「插进来吧！」。
他毫不迟疑地掰开业乃龋ζ鹨蹙サ肿∧鞘蹁醯?**，坚实而圆滑的龟头让我充满了期待，还来不及细细体会，他的肉棒已如一辆凶猛的战车杀入城门，随之而来的是一阵剧痛！我惨惨地叫了一声！
其实父亲的动作还算比较轻的，他立即停了下来，等我稍稍缓过来才开始慢慢的抽动。尽管我曾设想这将是一场隆重的盛典，我要像小说里的第一次献出童贞的少女那样，为完成人生的一次升华，可以慢慢的让兴奋去取代痛苦。
可惜当时我还是觉得太痛，尽管很兴奋，但在父亲面前我还是选择了撒娇，父亲只好停了下来，像当年打针一样，哄我说一下就好，现在想起来真的很滑稽。
我哭着说我不干了，他立即想停下来，可这时我却又偏偏不想让他拨出来，于是就这样断断续续地耗着，我的感觉稍好了一点，最后他的大阴茎在艰难地抽动了几下之后终于将******了我的阴道里，直到那一刻我才真正的忘了痛苦，紧紧地抱住父亲。
虽然第一次有些失望，但当时也并没觉得有太多遗憾。接下来的几天我就开始体会到了真正性交的快感，在那个假期我们一直尽可能地找一切可能的机会做爱，以至老听妈妈唠叨父亲要注意身体，他一定是感到了父亲的体力问题。
当时最大的问题是避孕，那时候买避孕套好像还得出示结婚证，在柜台买避孕套的人都很显眼，不过我们的运气不错，一个当年在乡下受过父亲好处的人当时就在药店卖这东西，父亲曾从他那里替单位的一个小青年弄回过一些，所以这次父亲假人之名并没有引起他的注意，反证那个年代偷偷求他的人挺多，这是当时一个蛮吃香的职业。
那段时间做爱给我留下的印象并不是很深，想来也许是因为与此后的那些疯狂相比，这些显得过于平淡了吧。
回到学校后想父亲的感觉与以往不同，情欲的成份更强烈一些。不过想到每年有两个假期我也就心安了。在这之后父亲总共借出差的机会到学校看过我两次。
第一次是在那年暑假前，父亲就住在学校不远处新开张的一家宾馆，那天下午我们一起吃了饭就去他的房间，在大堂看到一两对男女很亲热地从我们身边走过，忽然感到一种从未有过的冲动，在走向房间的走廊上，我挽起父亲的胳膊，头轻轻地靠在这个带我开房的男人的肩上。
那是当时新建的最好的宾馆之一，房间很安静，幽暗而温馨，第一次和父亲置身在这样的环境里，我已经不能再把自己当女儿，而是一个女人，一个完完全全的女人。
我想象着成熟女人的样子，撩拨父亲的情欲，然后轻轻解开衣服，让女人的诱惑和欲望在他双眼底下和两手之间缓缓展现，他欣赏着我美丽的身体，嘴唇轻轻从大腿向上亲吻，然后停在我丰满挺拔的乳房上，我一边充满骄傲地品味着父亲的爱抚，一边脱去他的衣服，将手伸向他的阴茎。
他的阴茎已经完全勃起，在我手中生机勃勃地跳动着，父亲将我拉倒把我们变成了６９式，忘乎所以地舔着我身下鲜美的玉蚌，我上下两张嘴忙活了起来——前面尽情地含着他的肉棒，下面那张小嘴也快乐地与他的唇舌亲吻。
前戏因激情来得迅猛而变得短暂，父亲很快翻身将我骑在身下，挥舞他的肉棒直指我的***。
我的情欲像是城中的囚徒，而他的肉棒犹如威武的战神轰开城门长驱直入，反复抽插杀声震天，激情在我体内如江河狂奔，到处花舞蝶飞，他的冲击仍如滔天洪水一浪高似一浪，情欲从土崩瓦解的高墙内释放出来，一时间高潮迭起山呼海啸。
此时我的已是欲罢不能，纳气定喘之后立即翻身将他压在下面，柳腰款摆，让他坚实粗壮的肉棒冲击每一个可能的角落，房间内满榻香风，莺声呖呖。
父亲也被我的激情感染着，起身将我掀开，扭过我的屁股，从后面一下插入我的***，一时间扣股之声不绝于耳，我向后伸出一只手，感受他阴茎冲击的速度，一边安抚着那两个挂在外边不得其门而入的蛋蛋。
等他再次将我压在身下握雨携云地直捣花心的时候，我已是花娇难禁蝶蜂狂，而他也没能再支持多久，随着如远处雷鸣般滚滚而来的沉吟声，阴道里那巨大的家伙如爆炸一般地跳动起来，随即千军万马向着子宫掩杀过来，霎时间让我感到山崩水泻死去活来！
那一晚我们通宵达旦颠鸾倒凤一共做了四次，直至精疲力竭才偃旗息鼓。第二次的时候，他本是驾着那条蛟龙癫狂地搅着我身下那一池春水，突见他猛地从中抽出，扶起已是娇软无力的我，将那沾香带露的玉柱抵入我的口中。我舔着自己爱液如痴如醉，桃源本是仙境，那滋味仿佛不似人间。
那阴茎在我手中如生龙活虎一般青筋毕现，我知道里边的玉浆已是呼之欲出，便更是疯狂地将他舔舐把玩，那虬龙猛一昂首，射出一道道白绫，我的香唇玉舌却是欲罢不能，便硬生生地迎了上去，任那玉浆在口中倾泻。
父亲心满意足，长吁短叹，我舔舐玩味着嘴里那满满的玉浆，那满嘴的浓郁让我沉醉迷离，香唇一闭便将它全都咽柿讼氯ァ?/DIV>
父亲看得真切，立即将我拥在怀中狂吻我那还沾满精液的两片香唇，两个舌头搅着玉浆上下缠绵，那伴着青青精液味道的长吻让我永志难忘。
后来父亲再次来看我，这一次他的房间有人同住不方便。那个下午我没去上课，把父亲带到宿舍，一进门我们就狂热的亲吻，因为害怕，不敢在床上做，也不敢脱去衣服，靠在门边时刻警惕着门外的动静。
父亲拉过一把椅子坐下，扯开拉链，只见那个大家伙早已是翘首以待，张着小嘴垂涎欲滴，我两瓣香唇赶紧迎了上去，他则掀开我的裙子，将手伸入我浓密的阴毛之间，摸索那桃花幽源。
桃李不言下自成溪，那湿漉漉的桃花洞口哪经得起他这一番抚摸，赶紧起来骑在他腿上，将那阴茎对准了花心没根吞了下去。
特异的环境也让父亲非常兴奋，老树盘根的姿势已经无法满足他的激情，他轻轻将我从他的阴茎上拔出，反身把我按在旁边床铺那叠好的被子上，分开我的双腿，将阴茎一把插入我那春水横流的***，然后俯身将我压住，伸手去取那春意绵绵的白玉双峰。
他那阴茎犹如蛟龙潜入春池，肆意游窜，也不管我死去活来，我兴奋难当却又不敢放声娇吟，就这么紧紧地着那被子，渡过了两次高潮。他那不羁狂龙终于也尽了玩兴，在那春池底下一泻如注。
每当我一个人静静地躺在宿舍的时候，总会想起自己居然衣衫不整地和父亲在这个地方做过爱，这时候下面就会一阵滚滚热浪。
大学毕业后我又回到了父母身边，我和父亲依然保持着这样关系，我在单位有单人宿舍，常在那儿翻云覆雨。但那时候新的生活让我有太多的事情可做，所以我们并不是经常如此，基本上大约是两个星期一次，有时一两个月。
后来我遇见了我现在的老公，我重新开始恋爱，老公让我看到了一个梦寐以求的未来，我整天小鸟一样依在老公怀里，再没那么多时间见到父亲，而父亲也不愿意再打搅我，我知道他由衷地为我高兴，他最大的心愿就是看到为女儿快乐成长嫁个好人。
尽管在热恋期间和父亲也做过，也非常刺激，但男友带给我的新世界完全吸引了我，只是偶尔的时候很想念起父亲。记得有天中午，男友在出差前与我匆匆的温存了一番，之后我一个人有些落寞，便打了电话要父亲来看我，和他做了一下午，那娇嫩花心一天之内被两个所爱的男人狂捣，真的好刺激。
和老公结婚时我曾经有过一个疯狂的幻想，那就是在婚礼的当天让父亲干我一次，甚至我觉得自己身上还应该披着婚纱。不过结婚时忙晕了头，也就没了那份闲情。后来想想还有点后悔。
我很清楚我与父亲的事情只是我生活的另一个部分，它跟我和老公的世界毫不相关，所以我从未因为父亲的事情对老公有过内疚，在彼此身上我们都得到了自己想要的全部。老公是一个对性很通达的人，以至有一次和老公兴至兴致盎然之时我都差一点向他透露这个秘密，幸亏我还是忍住了，但有时还是了擦一点边，两人都觉得很刺激。
结婚后和父亲做爱不是太多，偶尔的一次反而会变得更加刺激。随着自己慢慢地为人妻为人母，我渐渐感到对父亲来说，她的女儿正在完完全全地变成另一个男人的女人，于是我感受到了一种对父亲无法割舍的依恋，我才知道自己为什么在结婚时会有那样一种冲动的念头。
怀孕时抚摸肚子里的那个小生命，不时想起和父亲那份已经水***融的骨肉之爱。有一天忍不住父亲面前将衣服褪去，只想让他见证生命在我的身体开花结果，让他在我身上尽享一个女人的春华秋实。
他轻轻地吻我的全身，抚摸我变大了的乳房和圆滚滚的肚子。我替他掏出那只笼中雀跃的大鸟，它精神抖擞地屹立在我的面前任我把玩，那种一鸟在手的感觉让人心满意足。
他一边亲吻我的肚子，一手玩弄我的乳房，另一只手同时在下边抚摸我的桃花源，那水草肥美之地因怀孕而变得异常的丰腴，令他爱不释手。
经他这么一弄我心里已经是一片狂云乱雨，我一边亲着他的耳根一边轻轻地娇嗲道：「我要！」，接着翻身反趴在床上，玉臀高翘玉门洞开。
他问：「可以吗？」，我说这两三个月没问题，两天前还和老公做呢，小心一点就行。
于是他操起大家伙，缓缓地没入洞中，轻轻地抽插，那温柔如此饱满如此充实，每一次抽送都如鱼得水，好似春暖花开。
后来忍不住便让他躺下，小心地骑在他身上，他那擎天一柱抵着花心让我宛如玉莲盛开，抗不住地香股乱摇，不多会便在娇嗲淫喘中迎来了高潮。
因为动作始终不敢太大，父亲依旧是金枪不倒，他努力地往我身体内抵了一阵之后，将那阴茎拨了出来，冲着我的肚子打起了飞机，我一手轻抚自己的肚子，一手挑逗着他的龟头，很快他便将好些精液喷射在了我的肚子上，我用手将它们抹在了整个肚子上。
我这般的癫狂只是想让父亲知道，在我成为别鹑说呐酥螅颐歉概淠欠菀懒狄廊蝗绯酢?/DIV>
孩子快断奶的时候，有天保姆和老公都不在，父亲来了，我刚给孩子喂好奶，衣服也没扣，就斜靠在父亲身上跟他聊天，那柔润丰腴的乳房透着乳香半掩在薄衫下边。
父亲伸手搂住我的腰，抵不住这满怀的香艳，一边亲我一边伸手握住那圆润的乳房，我的乳房因哺乳而丰硕无比，浑圆沉甸，乳头上因他抚摸而渗出的乳汁如紫葡萄上垂下的琼浆，他低下头，迟疑了一下，小心翼翼地叼住我的乳头，我轻抚父亲的头，说道：「吸吧」。
乳房一阵阵列酥麻，乳汁源源流出，跟给孩子喂奶相比，除了那幸福感，那种酥麻更加温热撩人，一股暖流缓缓流向下面。
我搂着父亲的头，那上边多了许多白发，我不禁感到鼻子有些酸，这个对我来说一直象山一样的父亲正在开始老去，而我却已经完完全全的长大，成为了一个彻彻底底的女人，今天的我竟可以用一种母亲的方式安抚自己的父亲，我不知道自己此刻应该是伤感还是欣慰。
汹涌的情欲最终还是淹没了我短暂的感怀，我们很快退去衣衫赤裸纠缠，由于很久没做，彼此都很兴奋，木地板上刚好垫着毯子，父亲便直接将我按在地上，挺着长枪对着阴户一蹴而就，熟练地抽插起来，那健硕的阴茎带来的充实顿时让我娇喘吁吁。
他压在我身上抽插了一会，叫我换了个姿势让他从后面插入，我转身跪下撅起那比从前更加丰满的屁股，他那阴茎迅速从两片湿淋淋翻开的桃瓣中间没根插入，然后隔山取火一般托住我胸前摇摇欲坠的双乳。
他玩弄着我的乳房，阴茎在阴道内四下搅动，让我酥骨欲散，等他玩够了我的乳房，便抚着我的屁股，如功率强劲的活塞大力抽送起来。
我愉快地享受着父亲的从后面传来的快感，忽然一眼看见了安详睡着的孩子那可爱的小脸正对着我们，一阵羞耻袭来，我娇喘着对父亲说宝宝在看着我们，父亲嗯了一下，猛地加大了抽插的力度，无力遮掩羞耻的绝望反而加剧了我的兴奋，一个赤裸的母亲与外公正不伦的奸情激起的这满屋风月，该是怎样的一幅情欲的图画啊，我肆无忌惮地放纵自己的情欲，再也无暇顾及孩子，娇喘的声音越来越大，最后在一片迷乱和疯狂中和父亲一起达到了高潮在此之后的时日里，因为全部的身心都用在了老公和孩子身上，与父亲甚至老公都少了一些激情，直到孩子稍微懂事，才发现自己的生活似乎不能少了这些东西。
那段时间主要是和老公重拾激情，在性的方面他总是花样百出让我乐此不疲，让我们平淡的婚姻又平添许多浪漫，虽说女人是三十如狼四十如虎有些夸张，但对的女性来讲，性爱对心性健康女人来说的确是必不可少的。
就在那段时间里，我和老公开始尝试了***，在几次试探之后，我身上那三个娇穴终于被他占先了一次。
不久的一天去看父亲，刚好妈妈不在，两人自然就云雨起来，父亲平时有个跟老公相似的习惯，就是爱边干边摸我的菊花门，往往搞得我浑身酥痒却无从排遣。
那天他从后面将我弄得欲仙欲死，当他又再抚弄我的菊花门时，我便忍不住喘着对他说：「爸爸，干我屁屁好不好」，父亲以为听错了，反问了一声，我再次娇喊道：「用鸡巴干我屁屁！」。忘情之时，我跟爸爸总是这么淫声秽语。
父亲一把抽出那坚不可摧的肉棒，将那硕大的龟头抵着我的后庭幽门，一阵阵酥麻从下面缓缓传来，引得那后庭的菊花在这艳香迷醉中缓缓绽放，而那龟头趁势而入，顺着后山幽径一路探去。
此时我只觉得后庭爆满，全身娇软，哼哼嘤嘤只任父亲摆布，父亲适应了一会便开始轻轻地抽动，那种揪心快感让人紧张而销魂，父亲第一次后山采花自然是兴奋难当，没几下那玉茎便在后庭之内喷射起来，那暴涨跳动的阴茎瞬间将我引爆，不同寻常的的高潮仿佛将我推上云端然后落下，强烈的快感中那失重一样的感觉让我呼天喊地。
在此后一段日子里父亲似乎对后庭很有兴趣，每次都要一探深浅，我总笑他老来轻狂。还好他跟老公一样，即使在雨浓情狂之时也还是很怜香惜玉的。
其实自从结婚后，能和父亲从容地杀上三百回合的机会并不太多，更多的时候我们只能在母亲或老公的眼皮底下偷欢。趁着家人在另一边忙的时候，在房间客厅里玩短频快，有时仅仅是相互抚摸，有时夏天情况允许，我会撩起裙子让他插入，那种偷香窃玉的感觉紧张而刺激，短短时间内也会让我们迎来高潮。
后来我的孩子已经一天天快乐的长大，生活的节奏不再像从前那样匆忙，加上妈妈退休后还有一些活动，所以我又有一些闲情和父亲在一起，不过他的精力已经不似从前那般旺盛，特别是三年前父亲做了一次手术，尽管身体恢复得很好，但明显地已是雄风不似当年，父亲更多的是喜欢抚摸我。
我们最近一次做爱是半年前。妈妈随单位组织的旅行团去了北京，那天去看父亲发现他躺在床上说有点不舒服，我坐在床头?和他聊天，他说他想摸我，于是我解开了衣服让他慢慢的抚摸我那依然丰满的乳房。
I wondered why he was in such a mood even though he wasn't feeling well. He said he didn't know. I curiously reached under the covers and found that his penis was still soft. So I started playing with it. His penis actually got hard in my hand. I took off my skirt and straddled my father, inserted his penis into my vagina, and started moving it up and down. After moving on my own for a while, I stopped and lay down with my father, chatting. His penis was still inside my vagina, twitching occasionally.
Actually, we've been making love this way since his surgery, until his penis completely softens inside me. It's a very peaceful way to make love; you might not reach orgasm, but there's a constant sense of satisfaction, slowly immersing you in desire, everything relaxed and readily available. I think only having sex with an older man can give you this feeling, because I tried it with my husband, and it didn't work; what we needed was a different kind of passion.
What's funny is that the mild desire she felt with her father would immediately turn into a raging fire when she returned to her husband, and she would have to go through a passionate encounter with him. Every time, her husband would smugly sigh: "Women are truly like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties."
Now, my father and I only have a normal level of intimacy, which often reminds me of my childhood. I know that the passion between us is gradually fading, and we are returning to the tranquility of childhood. Actually, I like that simple feeling. It's like when my father held my little hand and we strolled in the afterglow of the sunset, quiet, warm, and peaceful.
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