An irresistible incestuous relationship between father and daughter (repost)

I am a 30-year-old married woman with one child. A year ago, my husband went to work abroad, and I moved in with my child to my father's house so we could take care of each other. My father is still alive and in good health. Since this summer, he has been making explicit sexual advances towards me. Because my mother has passed away, my father has his own reasons for not remarrying, partly for my sake. So, logically, I should repay his upbringing and sacrifices. But he is, after all, my biological father, and it feels very strange. My father and I are both educated people and should be very independent, but precisely because we are independent, worldly matters don't affect us much. Theoretically, it would be considered incest, but in reality, I have already given birth and had an IUD inserted, so I won't get pregnant. Therefore, there is no social harm caused by disrupting blood relations. From a certain perspective, it's purely about satisfying physical needs, like eating and sleeping. It doesn't affect my husband or disrespect my mother. If my father were to engage in prostitution or I were to make a mistake outside the marriage, it would pose a social threat and could lead to sexually transmitted diseases for myself.

But psychologically, something just doesn't feel right. My father also feels this way, and we have discussed it and asked him about it. I'm always afraid that if I accidentally let something slip or if my neighbors or colleagues find out, life will be difficult.

My father raised me from a young age, and he took care of everything, including my first period. It wasn't easy for him. I was very clever in these matters when I was little, knowing how to protect myself without hurting my father. When he was younger, my father often exposed his genitals in front of me, such as walking around naked after showering, or helping me bathe or bathing with me, washing my genitals while he did so. I never complained, and even felt pleasure. When he was really struggling, he would let me wash his penis with soap and masturbate him until he ejaculated. So I learned about male ejaculation at a very young age, which is a kind of knowledge. But he never hurt me. In front of others, our father-daughter relationship was natural and harmonious.

So, like many other girls, I didn't have any sexual desire before marriage or having children. It was only after giving birth that I gradually began to experience the pleasure of sex. Now my child is over three years old, the most difficult stage is over, and I want to experience the joy of being a woman, otherwise my life will just pass by like this. After my husband left, I felt very sad. Overwhelmed by lust, I didn't know how to quell it. Living at my father's house, in the sweltering summer heat, my clothes were already scantily clad and quite revealing. Coupled with my lustful desires, I often exposed parts of my body in front of my father to satisfy my exhibitionist tendencies. To say I seduced my father is not entirely unreasonable; it wasn't really his business, and of course, his good health was also a factor. My father acted with a certain level of refinement, even though it was incest. He chatted with me, discussing the details, processes, psychological and physiological sensations of intercourse. Since we were both experienced, our conversation, combined with visual and imaginative interactions, quickly soaked my underwear. He, experiencing erection, exposed his genitals outside his shorts for me to see. He wanted to see mine, pulling down my underwear, which I willingly accepted. The final reason I accepted intercourse was when he started licking my labia with his tongue—something I had never experienced before. The intense stimulation made me forget everything and demand that he rape me.

So, my first incestuous sexual encounter was one I initiated, and from then on, there was no turning back. Because my father's genitals were stronger and larger than my husband's, the friction on my vagina was far more intense, and the positions were more varied and novel, lasting longer. His words during intercourse were erotic and stimulating, giving me unprecedented pleasure. I realized then that my father was very skilled at manipulating a woman's body and feelings. Other men rape women, using their pain for their own satisfaction. But my father was very clever; he would first satisfy me, using his tongue, fingers, toes, and other objects like ropes and chairs to make me feel comfortable and stimulated to the point of madness, before raping me. He said his greatest and final satisfaction was watching his genitals rub back and forth inside his daughter's vagina until he ejaculated, calling out my nickname as he did so.

We were both psychologically abnormal; the more consciously we perceived the other as our father or daughter, the more excited we became, feeling that the experience was different from others. For example, my sex life with my husband was bland and uninteresting.

We read many articles criticizing and condemning incest, but we couldn't stop.

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