Wife and daughter's wrinkled chrysanthemum buds

My wife and daughter
woke up early, their heads feeling heavy and groggy. I glanced outside; the rain was still falling.

"Am I sick?" I tried to move, but found I had no strength at all.

"Dad, what time is it?" My movements woke my daughter, who asked groggily.

"Let me see, 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!" I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.

Soon, they were both dressed. Seeing me still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being lazy.

"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, maybe I have a cold, let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard lump of paste, and I couldn't open my eyelids. I replied to my wife and lay back down on my side.

"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, and my wife went to get a thermometer.

I took my temperature and found I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I'll have to stay home and rest again.

"Xiao Ye, stay home and take care of your father." My wife and I have similar personalities; we're both competitive and hardworking. After a few intimate words, she left for work.

After taking my medicine, I lay back in bed and covered myself tightly with the blanket. This illness is probably from catching a chill in the rain yesterday; I think it will get better after sweating it out.

Although I'm over forty, I've always felt quite healthy, but I've been quite tired lately due to a lot of work at the company. Yesterday, the weather was fine, but it suddenly started raining in the afternoon.

While I was busy at the company, I suddenly remembered Xiao Ye's classmate reunion. Now, with the rain, and her wearing only a thin dress without an umbrella, I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I drove to where they were having their reunion.

I really don't know how they found the restaurant; after I parked, I realized it was still a hundred meters away.

When I arrived at the restaurant with an umbrella, my daughter and her friends were gathered at the entrance.

"This child!" Seeing Xiaoye and her classmates with their hands tightly clasped to their chests from the cold, I couldn't help but sigh, "Couldn't they have stayed inside?"

"Xiaoye!" I quickly went to her side, took off my coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

"Dad! Why did you come?" Seeing me, my daughter's face lit up with surprise, and she quickly snuggled into my arms.

"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled and politely gestured to her classmates around her, then quickly led her back to the car.

"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"

"Don't be silly! Go in first, I still have to pick up your mother." I opened the back door for her and urged her.

"Hmph, Dad is so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is it always Mom who sits in the front?"

"Sigh, this girl!" I looked back at her, shook my head, and smiled.

"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain had just savored the sweetness of yesterday when Xiaoye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.

"Oh, it's nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.

I reached out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you're sick, having a loved one's hand in yours brings warmth and comfort.

"Dad, do you remember May Day three or four months ago? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'm taking care of you."

"Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was from that May Day that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.

When I picked Xiao Ye up from school, I noticed she seemed listless. By evening, I found she had a fever. My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.

The next day, her fever subsided. Always a clean person, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. Of course, I strongly objected, afraid she would fall ill again from the bath.

After both of them insisted, my daughter suggested I wipe her with a warm, damp cloth. I didn't think too much about it and agreed. When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized my daughter had grown up; her breasts were now comparable to my wife's.

But Xiaoye was, after all, my daughter. At that moment, I only secretly admired her beauty and didn't have any dirty thoughts. When I looked at Xiaoye, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes closed when she met my gaze.

When I wiped her genitals, I found they were already soaking wet! "Xiaoye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, I blurted out.

"No, not at all!"

Since I had already said that, I didn't have any other reservations. Actually, Xiaoye and I were very open with each other, including about intimacy. I never avoided Xiaoye when I was intimate with my wife.

"You're already this wet just from wiping you!" I said, looking at her with a teasing tone.

“I only react like this when a man I deeply love touches me.” Xiao Ye’s eyes were wide open, staring intently at me. “I don’t react like this when I touch myself, my mother, or anyone else.”

I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed the underlying meaning in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, “Have you been touched by other boys?”

Later, Xiao Ye told me that my words had a hint of jealousy. I didn’t know women’s intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel a little uncomfortable.

“It was Xiao Jie!” she said with a grin.

Xiao Jie is my good friend Qian Han’s son, a year younger than Xiao Ye, and he often comes to my house to play.

“A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started touching me all over. I was so angry that I slapped him! I haven’t spoken to him for two weeks!”

“Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless a while ago. It turns out it was you who caused it!”

My daughter didn’t continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was awkward enough, so I shut my mouth and silently covered her with the blanket.

By the afternoon, Xiaoye was already full of energy. I, on the other hand, had spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.

I don't know how long I slept, but in my drowsy state, I felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw a smiling face jump into view.

"You little brat, trying to crush your dad?" I reached out and hugged her, turning her over to my side, and continued my sweet dream.

"Daddy, wake up! You've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let it go, climbing onto me again.

"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.

I forced myself to stay awake, wanting to wash my face to wake myself up. "Xiaoye, get down, I'm going to wash my face."

"No!"

"Don't be silly, Daddy's head is spinning, let me get up and wash my face to wake myself up."

"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then went to get a damp towel and started wiping my face.

"Hehe, when did Xiao Ye become so sensible?"

"Xiaoye has always been so sensible!" she said playfully, pinching my cheek. (I've always disliked that kind of parental behavior, so I didn't mind the pinch; in fact, I thought it showed the close bond between father and daughter.)

I knew she was repaying me for wiping her that morning. Thinking about what happened that morning, my penis started to stir. I pinched my thigh hard, hoping to suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily.

"Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself, relieved.

But soon, I realized I was wrong. It's understandable, really; she was on top of me, my penis pressed tightly against her body.

Suddenly, I felt her little hand brush against my penis, and it swelled even more. It wasn't usually this strong! Did my penis change in front of my daughter?

Oh no! I looked at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise on her face, followed by a blush. I wanted to say something, but I felt too embarrassed to utter a word.

Time seemed to become the enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, broken only by my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting. After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear, and I instinctively reached out and embraced her.

This action, like closing my eyes when something flies into my face, was impulsive and thoughtless, but my daughter misunderstood it (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). My daughter's right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now tightly gripped my erect penis.

Incest began from this moment, and there was no stopping it. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft, moist, the beauty sent a shiver down my spine. My daughter's reaction was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my sluggish teeth, entwining in my mouth.

My wife loves kisses and hugs, and now it seemed my daughter did too! Her small hand, which had been gripping my penis, unconsciously loosened, and instead, she hugged me tightly.

My second child's gradual weakening brought a sliver of consciousness back to my mind. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this abnormal behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things; since I was already in this state, making excuses would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Besides, it was clear that my daughter had feelings for me today, and saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.

After thinking for a while, I felt suffocated, so I quickly used this as an excuse to leave her mouth, panting heavily, and muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to crush me to death?"

Xiao Ye gave me an awkward smile and exhaled a large breath in my face, as if to indicate that she was also suffocating.

The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter was still clinging to me, and my uncooperative hands were also tightly wrapped around her. These actions forced me to confront my daughter and discuss the current situation.

"Xiaoye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and those all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"

Perhaps women are all easily moved; my daughter's eyes lit up. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up with tears, so I pulled her into my arms to hide them.

"Daddy, I love you too," Xiaoye whispered in my ear. "

Daddy!" The word slipped out unintentionally, yet it stung my heart, mixed with a strong thrill from the incestuous relationship.

Oh well, let it be!

After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what about my wife? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she talked to me. Her first words were, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."

I was surprised, thinking she was joking. After all, when I raised this issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; though she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.

I asked her why she answered Xiaoye that way, and she kissed me, saying, "You don't understand a woman's mind."

When I asked Xiaoye how she had persuaded my wife, her reply was simply "a secret." Sigh, even though I am their husband or father, their thoughts now baffle me.

"Dad! What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about our early days," I replied. Coming back to my senses, I began to notice her beautiful breasts, half-hidden, half-revealed. So I pulled my hand away from hers and reached for her nightgown.

My clumsy left hand struggled for a few moments but couldn't unbutton it. My daughter moved my hand away, saying understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving!"

I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiaoye shifted closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.

"Good girl!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast while pressing my face against her lower one. A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes in bliss.

"Hehe, Daddy's acting like a good baby now," my daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and I felt her pull my head closer to her.

This skin-to-skin feeling was intoxicating; it seemed our roles were reversed, and I was like a child being held by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking her nipple.

My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, "Good Daddy, nurse!" she said, laughing again.

Although both my hand and mouth were enjoying this wonderful encounter, being sick and feverish made me weak, and in this infinitely pleasurable embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, I found the view outside the window was gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same spot as when I had fallen asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 12:40. It looked like it was going to rain again.

Having been lying down all morning and working up a sweat, I felt as if I had regained my energy; the heat and dizziness had disappeared. My left hand was still on her soft, white breast, and the sight made my previously limp penis hard.

I couldn't help but gently rub her breasts. The moment I touched her, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"

"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered somewhat casually, my mind completely focused on her beautiful, full, soft, and firm breasts, the two bright red nipples on those white hemispheres already glistening with my saliva.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head away and looked directly into my eyes.

"Feeling great. Look at me, so energetic." I smiled at her, reached out and peeled off her pajamas first, then glanced at her white panties embroidered with little animals. After a moment's hesitation, I went for them too.

My blatant actions naturally earned my daughter's tacit approval; she bent her legs to help me remove that pretty obstacle. Once done, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the little girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just

as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to press against mine, I quickly pulled away—kissing wasn't advisable with a cold. Xiaoye looked at me questioningly, and I quickly explained my reasoning. She nodded as if suddenly understanding, then paused to think for a moment and said, "Daddy, then we can't have sex either."

Although I knew that having sex now might have unpleasant consequences, I was burning with desire and couldn't care less. If my condition worsened, I'd have to get an IV!

Having figured this out, I replied, "It's okay, my lovely little darling will just take the initiative when we make love later."

My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back under the covers and began licking my chest as she had done before. However, this time, after just a quick lick, she looked up, stuck out her tongue, and complained, "Daddy, you're so sweaty, it's salty, it's hard to lick."

Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."

My daughter leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back under the covers, hugging me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.

"It's so big now!" my daughter said, sticking out her tongue, her soft fingers beginning to stroke it. Her breasts continued to change shape in my hands, and with each squeeze of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. Frequent waves of pleasure surged through my lower body, and naturally, the pressure in my hands increased.

"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.

I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, which was already gushing with moisture. I wiped some fluid from her slit, and she groaned. At the same time, I slipped my index finger into her little hole.

She stopped what she was doing and instead gripped me tightly, moaning under my finger's onslaught.

"Okay, okay!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.

Xiao Ye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it to her entrance. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, thrusting my hips forward, and with the lubrication of her love juices, I smoothly entered her sacred place.

My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I enjoyed the exciting stimulation my daughter gave me. As time passed, her breathing became heavier, and her movements became weaker.

Looking at her pale body glistening with sweat, and then at the white fluid flowing between our joined bodies, I felt a rush of heat to my head. I stared at her, my hands gripping her slender waist, and thrust my hips forcefully.

"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation resumed, my throbbing penis ejaculating into her body…

Time flies. My daughter has been in university for a month now. Xiao Ye's university is still in N city, just quite far from home. When school started, she insisted on living in the dorms, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her school so she could be more comfortable.

But what's so good about living in a dorm? It's crowded, messy, and everyone's interfering. Although I knew all this and tried to persuade her otherwise, my daughter was determined, and as her father, I could only agree.

My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. To be honest, in the past eighteen years, she's never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiaoye first started school, I didn't see her for five days straight, and I, being a homebody, really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I'll see my daughter tonight; I'm really looking forward to it.

Recently, due to company expansion, Qian Han and I rented another floor for office space. Qian Han plans to hire a few more people; with increased business, he thinks we both need a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none of them are to my liking.

I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!" "

Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."

"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han assigning this job to me is practically making me suffer.

Qian Han's standards are incredibly high; she needs both a degree and a good figure. It's tough!

"Manager Lu, hello!" The person who came in smiled at me.

"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, this is ridiculous. Why are you here so early today? And you even came straight to the company?"

"The teacher for that class was absent today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."

"Really?" I smiled and tidied up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.

"Hmm, so impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."

I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my current office?"

"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm. The sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian had it arranged for you, right?"

"Not bad." I couldn't be bothered with these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a major renovation, I just nodded and let him handle everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is way better than me.

"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."

"Hehe, it was just for fun. I came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the employee asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he'd ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"

"Hehe, yeah. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be so overwhelmed."

My daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you hiring a pretty female secretary?"

Looking at my daughter's expression, it looked like she was about to explode. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said he wants to hire a beautiful and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.

“Excuses…” my daughter pouted. “What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it, otherwise why would that employee have brought me to your office?”

“Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he was in charge of the renovations and all that, so I’ll be in charge of hiring, so I won’t slack off.” I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. “I have your mom and you, that’s enough. Look at you, so jealous for no reason.”

My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. “Did you miss me?”

“I missed you so much.”

Xiao Ye reached for my waist and pulled out my belt. I quickly grabbed it. “Xiao Ye, don’t be silly. We’re in the office.”

“No! Didn’t you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Dad here.” My daughter looked up at me and pouted. “It’s more exciting in your office. Besides, Mom has never done it with you in the office. I’m going to be the first.” Women, once they go crazy, they’ll do anything outrageous. Faced with this little vixen before me, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

"Sigh, Xiaoye, these sofas are for guests, they're not hygienic. Wouldn't it be better to make love at home?"

"No way, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing her lewd expression, I shook my head helplessly.

My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.

My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At this moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her white, tender buttocks slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly raised, presenting a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's inner desire for domination, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature came to mind: "female dog."

"Xiao Ye, you look like a cute little puppy in that position right now." I gently patted her bottom; its plump, soft texture was irresistible.

My daughter stopped what she was doing. "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it? Isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, unlike A Ning, but the two different styles have certainly brought me a lot of sexual interest.

"Yes, it is hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut."

I patted her pert bottom again and lifted her chin with my right hand.

"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, let me ask you, do you prefer making love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, don't try to fool me."

This girl! It seems women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiao Ye, don't be silly, you know this is a difficult question for Dad to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.

“No, tell me. Or I’ll ask you in front of Mom when we get home.”

“I can’t do anything with you. I’ll ask you, which do you like more, Dad or Mom? No matter what you answer, the one you’re abandoning will definitely be very sad. You and your mom are both the loves of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there is an answer to this question, it’s definitely that I like them both.”

“You’re so annoying.” My daughter pouted again. “I like Dad more. Of course, there’s one I like more.”

“You child, how sad would your mom be if she heard you say that? When we make love, you’re more open and passionate, while your mom, although we’ve been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you.”

I picked up my daughter and let her sit on my lap. I said this with a serious face. After all, my wife and daughter are both my loves. I don’t want to favor one over the other, and I don’t want to hurt either of them.

“I’ve spent more time with you, since I was little. Dad has been by my side more often, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have.”

“Silly child, don’t think like that. You and your mom are equally important to me. Even if I treat you differently sometimes, it’s because your mom is my wife and you are my daughter.”

My daughter grasped my penis and slowly placed it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: “Now I’m your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn’t you love me more, Dad?”

“Nonsense!” I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. “Be careful, what if you fall?”

“Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won’t ask anymore, I knew you would say that, it’s pointless to ask.” My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and moved her little bottom up and down.

Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Xiaoye's fair skin. She panted and said, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."

I slid down a little, moving my hands to her buttocks. "Hold on tight, don't let her fall."

I used my hands to move up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from my glans to my whole body, a tingling sensation running down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed.

My daughter's vagina was truly a masterpiece, warm and tight, the constantly writhing vaginal muscles inside like a massage machine, constantly rubbing against my genitals. Strands of vaginal fluid overflowed from our point of contact, scraping up a layer of foam with each thrust. My daughter was truly made of water.

"Mmm... Dad... so good." My daughter leaned back excitedly, her pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appearing before my eyes.

I held her soft buttocks with one hand, and pressed the palm of my other hand against her nipple, the protruding red cherry sliding back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of sweat, her slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.

Sweat poured down, dripping from my daughter's temples. "Dad, I can't take it anymore, let's change positions." I picked her up, disregarding hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa.

I bent one leg, pulling her long, slender leg across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still clad in white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl now displayed a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and mesmerizing to desire.

I grasped her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh with the other, thrusting in and out with wide, sweeping movements. Her

pink vulva flushed red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed against the side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, her breasts heaving violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, her full breasts trembling all over.

"Oh... Dad... Dad, kiss me." My daughter's starry eyes were slightly closed, and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.

I slowed my movements, bent down and picked up my daughter, our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and we were entwined in a passionate embrace. My daughter's legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.

"Mmm... Dad... carry me, carry me to your desk." My daughter hummed, sweat clinging to her hair, which contrasted with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.

I swept the documents off the desk and gently put my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly appeared on the desk, and the love fluid from our joined bodies gathered on the desk.

My daughter pushed me away, lay down on the desk, and her little hands groped for my penis, which had just withdrawn. Plop! A gush of love fluid spurted out, and the warm, moist, tight, and stimulating sensation came from the glans again. "Dad, harder." My daughter said, squeezing her legs together tightly.

A series of sharp, slapping sounds rang out, and my daughter's white buttocks were bruised and bleeding. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, revealing her brown anus, which was about to bloom. I reached out and rubbed it, and my daughter moaned contentedly, looking like a wanton slut.

Thinking about her first night, Ah Ning had specially decorated the room. She bought several pink lamps, turning her daughter's bedroom into a hazy, erotic atmosphere. That day, my daughter lay shyly in bed. When I entered the room and lifted the covers, she closed her eyes tightly, blushing. The girl's beautiful body lay upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing even more supple due to tension.

Looking around, my daughter's exquisite body was curvaceous, her white breasts high and firm, her deep valley gleaming with a snowy hue, the peaks adorned with a pink ring, and her alluring pink nipples slightly protruding into the air.

Below, the land stretched flat, ending in a grassy hill. Fine pubic hair curled slightly, and two grooves ran across her white flesh, meeting at her sacred valley.

A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out starkly against her jade-like skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, revealing two incredibly tender pink labia that parted into a jade-like crevice, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my senses—this was my daughter's treasure.

My daughter wore a shy expression, her body still stiff, but obediently allowing me to manipulate her. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her starry eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hand, but a small gap remained between her fingers, her shimmering eyes still meeting mine.

I smiled inwardly. It's the first time, after all; everyone is shy. But my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, pried her hands aside, and sought her fragrant lips, my tongue delving into my daughter's mouth.

Scratching her sweet saliva, I deliberately feigned eagerness, greedily swallowing her fluids, while my hands continuously caressed her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere. My

daughter responded passionately to my kisses, her little hands beginning to wander aimlessly over my body; wherever her delicate hands touched, I felt a warm sensation all over my skin.

"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." My daughter pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and pressed herself against me again, swallowing my saliva as if unwilling to give up. My

arms, which had been tightly holding her, gradually loosened. I had been somewhat intoxicated, and the deep love that welled up in my heart made me want to become one with her, but I had forgotten the limits of what my daughter could endure.

My daughter was intoxicated by the passionate kiss, but I, with my clear mind, was not satisfied with this. Now immersed in the pleasure of love, I had long since thrown the taboo between father and daughter to the winds.

I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet resilient, truly the flesh of youth! My thumbs lightly teased her nipples, feeling them harden from soft to firm.

The jade-like body in my arms trembled slightly, and the beautiful woman in my passionate kiss kept moaning. Xiao Ye suddenly pulled away from my lips, gasped for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it's swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."

"If you want to moan, just moan, you don't have to hold back." I comforted her with a smile, but my hand reached between her legs.

Suddenly invaded by a foreign object, my daughter reflexively closed her jade legs, trapping my hand, but after a moment, her legs opened. Xiao Ye crossed one of her jade legs, rubbing the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand. Her

untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my hand, it seemed that my daughter was also a woman with a lot of love juice. The slippery nectar covered my fingers, and my index finger, which had been wandering around the outside, found my daughter's opening with ease thanks to the lubrication of the love juice, and with a slight probe, half a finger joint was inserted.

"Oh... Dad..." my daughter moaned, her hot body twisting and turning, I was really afraid that she would break her slender waist.

At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, eliciting another tremor from my daughter. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.

"Xiao Ye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I have to go in." I sat up and stroked her jade cheek. I raised my penis, aimed it at her tender little hole, and rubbed it up and down along the slit a couple of times.

My daughter's body trembled continuously. "Dad, I heard that the first time is very painful, you can be gentle."

"Yes, that's how it is for girls the first time. Daddy will be gentle." I took a clean white towel from the bedside and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time should always be memorable. She specially went to the store to pick out a high-quality towel. Spreading

my daughter's jade legs as wide as possible, I pressed down on her hip bones, aimed at the entrance, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore through her symbol of girlhood, reaching straight to her core.

Xiao Ye gripped the sheets tightly, her rosy face gradually turning pale, her temples drenched in sweat. I stopped what I was doing, gently lay down on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiao Ye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be alright in a little while."

"Liar, it hurts so much, Daddy, you're mean, you promised to be gentler." My daughter pounded my chest, her face streaked with tears.

"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's fragrant lips. My wife had done the same thing the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt like I was back in that first time.

I grasped my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I wasn't moving down there anymore, my daughter gradually cooperated, kissing me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.

"Are you feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft breasts, licked away her tear stains, and asked as softly as possible.

"Hmm, a strange feeling, a tightness."

I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing me stop, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.

The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable, a completely different feeling from my wife. The thought that the woman beneath me, writhing and yielding, was my own daughter intensified the stimulation in my lower body. It felt

like there was a suction force in my daughter's vagina; the warm vaginal flesh enveloped my penis, constantly writhing, a numbing, pleasurable sensation spreading from the glans throughout my body. I paused, took a deep breath, and looked at our point of contact.

Every time I made love with my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our bodies and souls, feeling that tightness. Looking at the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the bottom of my heart. At this moment, my fervor gradually calmed down. I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping that my love could reach her.

A woman's first time is always so delicate, so pitiful. A broken flower cannot withstand a storm. I moved gently, but even so, the tight, warm vagina of my daughter and the stimulation of incest quickly made me ejaculate.

Gushing fluids flowed onto the handkerchief as I withdrew, milky white with a few streaks of blood, painting a pattern of love.

"Dad? What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?" My daughter's voice was impatient, her white buttocks thrusting back on their own.

"Heh, I remember the first time we came here, Xiao Ye wasn't like this at all. Back then you shyly closed your eyes and let me do as I pleased, but now you're so passionate and proactive." As I spoke, I moved a few more times, and my daughter's humming music rose and fell again.

Xiao Ye didn't reply, immersed in the happiness of our intertwined bodies. Egg-white fluid kept seeping from the warm vaginal cavity, covering our joined parts with each thrust of my lower body. My daughter's slightly curly pubic hair was wet and tangled together. I reached out and grabbed it, and a mound of hair formed in my hand.

"Oh, Dad... I'm almost there... almost... oh..." Xiao Ye sighed, her body convulsing a few times. She lay on the table, panting heavily, her little hands unconsciously groping on the surface.

I gently patted my daughter's buttocks, pulled out my glistening penis, wiped it on her bottom, and gently picked her up.

After a while, my daughter stood up from my arms, stretched, and said, "Dad, where's the tissue? I need to wipe myself."

I pointed to the counter next to me. My daughter made a face at me and walked over there naked. Luckily, the curtains in my office were drawn tightly, otherwise...

After tidying up, I opened the curtains and the window. The room reeked of lewdness. If my subordinates or Qian Han came in, things would get out of hand.

"Dad, treat me to lunch today." My daughter hugged me from behind, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm... let's go to that restaurant, Chancel."

I checked my watch; it was already past 11 a.m. I nodded, waited for the smell in the room to dissipate, closed the windows, gave my subordinates a few instructions, and left the company.

The new company wasn't far from home, only a ten-minute walk, and the Chancel restaurant that Xiaoye wanted to go to was just between the company and home. Xiaoye and I were regulars there, and soon, her favorite dishes were served.

"Hehe~ Daddy's so nice, he ordered all my favorites." Xiaoye giggled, her chopsticks moving quickly.

"Slow down, look at you, you don't act like a lady at all, you eat like a little pig." I chuckled as I watched her. My daughter was so cute; in my eyes, she was a child who would never grow up.

"Hehe, who told you to order so many of my favorite dishes? The food in the school cafeteria isn't good, I don't like it, so now that there's good food, I naturally want to eat more."

"Don't rush, eat slowly." Although I had done some strenuous exercise this morning, I wasn't very hungry. Sipping red wine slowly while watching my daughter eat is a pleasure in itself.

"Dad...I...Is my eating manners terrible?" My daughter put down her chopsticks, looking at me with bright, alert eyes.

"Hehe, it looks quite good."

"Nonsense, otherwise why would you keep staring at me with that weird smile, just sipping your red wine and not eating!" Xiaoye stuck out her tongue.

"I'm not hungry. I only stared at you because you looked so cute eating." I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite.

"I can't eat anymore if you keep staring at me."

"Okay, I won't stare anymore. Who told you to be so pretty and charming!" Even though I'm older, I still enjoy flirting with her occasionally. That warm feeling warms my heart and makes me feel intoxicated.

I'm familiar with everything in the restaurant, there's nothing particularly interesting. My gaze wandered around and finally settled on a waitress in front of the lobby. The waitress was probably not much older than Xiaoye, and she was quite pretty. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiaoye in my mind.

I watched from afar, the waitress unaware that I was admiring her beauty. However… a sharp shout soon rang out: “Dad!” When I turned my gaze to my daughter, she muttered softly, “Dad’s such a lecher.”

“Nonsense!” I said in a low voice, “Eat, eat.”

“No, I’m full.” The little girl put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

“So fast?”

“What? You were so busy looking at that waitress that you didn’t realize how much time had passed.” Xiao Ye pouted. “Let’s go, or we’ll be completely captivated by her.”

“…” I fell silent for a moment. Ever since my relationship with my daughter began, she’d acted like my little wife, controlling me even more strictly than A Ning. However, she spoke in a daughter’s tone one moment and a wife’s the next; I really didn’t know how she managed to play both roles so well.

Not long after leaving the hotel, my daughter took my hand and walked happily along the sidewalk. October in N City still held some lingering heat from the summer. A breeze blew, and Xiao Ye's hair and dress fluttered gently in the air. A blush spread across her delicate face, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. A fleeting smile as she turned her head captivated me. I silently rubbed my daughter's little hands and walked quietly beside her...

When we got home, I was surprised to find my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. Xiao Ye ran excitedly to my wife as soon as she entered, snuggling into her arms. My wife smiled and patted Xiao Ye's back, pulling her into her embrace.

"So early today? Why did you come back with your dad?"

"Hehe, I didn't have class today, so I came home early. Mom, you didn't go to work today?"

"Yes..." my wife responded. After a while, she smiled at me and said calmly, "Old Lu, I quit my job."

"What?" The little girl jumped up from the sofa. A Ning smiled and pressed Xiao Ye down, repeating herself.

I sat down on the other side of my wife and took her hand. "What happened? Did something upset you?"

"Well, I had a conflict with the new manager. I wrote my resignation letter yesterday, handed it in this morning, and came back. Now I'm relieved, are you happy?" My wife didn't look down at all. She smiled at me with her lips pursed, looking like a mischievous young girl.

Our family is well-off, and I didn't really want Aning to work so hard. She's too responsible and often overwhelmed with work. I've tried to persuade her many times, but she just wouldn't listen, so I eventually let her be.

"Hey, happy? What happened?" I knew my wife valued her job, and now that she'd given it up, it must have been a big deal. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure her smile was genuine.

"Don't look at me, I'm fine," my wife reassured me as if she knew what I meant. "Actually, it's nothing serious. That manager..." My wife glanced at our daughter, hesitating to finish her sentence.

"Mom, you're doing this again!" My daughter pouted and stood up. "I'm not a child anymore. You won't tell me anything. Okay, I'll go inside first. Call me when you've finished talking."

My wife smiled gently and took my daughter's hand. "Xiao Ye, sit down. You can listen if you want. Actually, it's nothing. After that manager came to our department, he harassed me every few days, inviting me to dinner and giving me gifts. It was very annoying, and I couldn't avoid him, so I had to resign." At the end, my wife looked into my eyes with a smile, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now?"

Although my wife is almost forty years old, she is very well-maintained and looks like she's only thirty. When she wears a business suit, the elegance she exudes is even more captivating. It's normal for someone as charming as her to attract other men.

Looking at my wife, a warm feeling rose in my heart. A few years ago, I was inexplicably jealous of her suitors, and we even had a cold war for a few days because of it. Afterwards, my wife said I was like a child.

Actually, ever since that incident, I didn't want my wife to continue working. The reason, of course, was that work was tiring and made people age faster. But privately, we both knew it was my possessiveness acting up.

The world is becoming more open, but people's hearts are becoming more unpredictable, and variables are increasing. I don't want our current harmonious and happy family to be destroyed—that's the high-sounding reason. But no matter what, there's definitely selfishness involved, and I've never hidden it.

Once, my wife asked me what I would do if she betrayed me. I was silent, just holding her hands and staring intently at her. After a long while, my wife smiled and explained that it was just a question. She said she had read a book and wanted to understand my thoughts.

At that moment, my mind was in turmoil; I didn't know how to answer her. Even a hypothetical situation was causing me excruciating pain. Later, I calmly answered her that if she betrayed me, I would raise our daughter alone.

My wife then asked what if she only betrayed me once. I said the same answer. Actually, at that moment, I didn't even consider it further. The phrase kept flashing through my mind: "A short pain is better than a long one."

My wife climbed on top of me and pinched me hard, saying I was heartless and couldn't tolerate even one mistake from her. Seeing her playful antics, my heart finally calmed down.

Then I asked her what would happen if I had an affair, resulting in another red welt on my body. My wife then pressed against my chest and said retaliatoryly that she would do the same thing. Looking

back now, being with my daughter was a betrayal of her, except that she had promised it and even encouraged it at the time.

"Mom, I went to Dad's place today and found out they're hiring someone new. Since you quit your job, why don't you go work for Dad as his secretary? That way, Dad won't have to find a pretty female secretary." My daughter shook A-Ning's arm, pouting and giving me a defiant glare at the end.

"Hehe, really? Look how jealous you are. Don't worry, your dad isn't that kind of womanizer." My wife smiled and tapped my daughter's forehead, looking at her with a smile, then at me.

"Who said that? Dad was staring at a waitress the whole time we were having lunch today, he almost fell for her!" My daughter's face instantly changed, her pouting lips turning into a smile.

This girl! So precocious! I thought to myself. Although her smile made it seem like she was joking, I knew she was trying to put pressure on me through my wife.

"Really?" My wife, still smiling, turned to me and said, "Old Lu, really?"

Seeing the smile in her eyes, I somehow sensed a hint of sadness deep within them. "Hey, she wouldn't let me look at her, so I had to look at someone else. By the way, Xiao Ye's suggestion is good too. If you're willing, come help me. I know you don't like being idle, so coming over will give you something to do, and with you watching, Xiao Ye will feel more at ease." I answered casually, my face naturally smiling, but…

deep down, I felt a chill. While my words were sincere, they were also an attempt to avoid my wife's question.

Ever since I had a relationship with Xiaoye, I've felt guilty towards my wife deep down. Ultimately, I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first. Just now, that fleeting look in my wife's eyes filled me with unease. Perhaps I was being overly sensitive, but I had a bad feeling.

"Okay, since you're willing, I'll be your secretary." It was still a smile, still that calm face. I suddenly stood up, took my wife's hand, "Come with me for a moment." Then I turned to my daughter and said, "Xiaoye, your mother and I have something to discuss. Watch some TV by yourself."

Back in the bedroom, I locked the door, leaned against the bed, and asked anxiously, "A'ning, what happened? You suddenly resigned without telling me beforehand. Don't tell me it's nothing. We've been married for so many years; I can tell you're troubled."

"It's nothing, really nothing." My wife sat down beside me, took my hand in hers, and nestled obediently in my arms.

I looked into her eyes; her gaze was somewhat flustered, but she quickly lowered her head and looked away. For some reason, a feeling of sadness welled up in my heart. "A-Ning, I love you. No matter what happens, I will still love you as before."

I gently lifted her head with my hand. "Even if you made a mistake."

A-Ning glared at me and twisted my arm hard, just like she did more than ten years ago: "Stop overthinking! What mistake did I make?"

"What exactly happened? Tell me, my dear wife. You weren't like this before. You would tell me if you had something on your mind. This time you didn't say anything, and the reason for your resignation was about that kind of thing, of course I would overthink. Tell me quickly, or I'll get anxious."

"I already said everything's fine, don't guess." My wife remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal any information.

I let go of her, grabbed a mattress, put it behind my back, and sighed, gazing at the ceiling. "You can't hide it from me. There was sadness in your eyes when you spoke to me in the living room just now, and now you're avoiding my gaze. Your tone is so calm it sends chills down my spine. And you say nothing's wrong? I won't force you if you don't want to tell me. I just don't want you to feel wronged, don't want you to suffer alone

." "Old Lu, how old are you? Still acting like a child, always putting on a long face when you're unhappy. Actually, nothing's wrong. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me."

"Hey, spending so much time with our daughter has picked up some childlike habits. Tell me, what happened? Why are you making me laugh at you again?"

I hugged my wife, smoothing her hair. Because I love seeing women with long, flowing hair, my wife always takes off her hair clips at home. Her glossy black hair, combined with her well-maintained figure, makes her look no more than thirty, mature yet alluring, incredibly tempting.

"Actually, cough...actually, I'm a little jealous of my daughter." A-Ning gave a hesitant hum, and I looked at her, a blush spreading across her fair face.

"What do you mean?"

My wife playfully punched me. "Do you have to force me to explain? It's so embarrassing. Ever since you and Xiao Ye had that relationship, although you still care about me as much as before, it's been less. Today you came home with Xiao Ye again, and I could tell you two had another passionate encounter. I know that before, she was just your daughter in your eyes, but now it's different; she's your little wife, just like Xiao Ye said."

"A person's time is limited after all. You spend more time with her, so naturally you spend less time with me. Over time, I'm bound to feel uneasy. Although she's my daughter, and as her mother, I shouldn't be jealous, I'm a woman, and naturally, I can be a little temperamental sometimes."

"I was already feeling a bit uneasy about resigning today, and seeing you two come back so affectionately just left a thorn in my side. I tried my best to hide it, but you still found out. I just didn't expect you to think of it like that, really! And now you're forcing me to say it, it's just... sigh, I won't say anymore."

Hearing my wife's words, I couldn't help but feel lost. This was truly a difficult situation to handle. Although my wife had personally agreed to and even encouraged my relationship with Xiaoye, it seems that she still carries a scar in her heart.

I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first, and I've always felt guilty about it. I've always tried my best to consider my wife, thinking I was doing a good job, but now I realize that I haven't done enough. A person's energy and time are limited; if you give to one thing, you'll naturally have less for another.

I sighed heavily and kissed my wife's forehead. "A-Ning, I'm sorry."

"Look at you! What are you saying? I was the one who agreed to it, you did nothing wrong." My wife is always so understanding, kind, and gentle. My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and I silently tightened my arms around her.

"Didn't you always want to know why I agreed to your proposal? Now I'll tell you, ever since Xiaoye was born, you've basically taken care of her every need. Our daughter is close to you; she probably only has eyes for you, not for me. To be honest, I've been a bit negligent as a mother. Looking back, I was too focused on my career. Now I realize those are all illusions—my own abilities, other people's respect—none of them compare to the bond between family members."

"When our daughter came to me about this the other day, she said you'd already agreed and just wanted my opinion. I could tell you were pressured by her and didn't want to hurt her feelings. I can't guess the exact details, but that's probably what happened: you wanted to pass this hot potato to me."

"But she's your daughter, and she's my daughter too. Although I haven't spent much time with her, I understand her personality, and as a woman myself, I probably understand some of her feelings better than you do. Seeing that expectant look on her face, do you think I would be so heartless as to refuse? I know this is incest, and I know you want me to refuse, but I can't."

"You know about incest, we've discussed it before. Like you, I don't have much of a problem with it. If we truly love each other, as long as we don't have children, what does it matter?"

"You couldn't bear to refuse her, and neither could I. Although it felt strange and a little sad, I still agreed. She was so happy. Seeing her excitedly run up to me, hug and kiss me, calling me 'Good Mom,' 'Mom' and saying things like that, I felt both happy and sad."

"One is my daughter, the other is my husband, both the people I love most. Afterwards, I still felt a pang of sadness. My own daughter took my husband away, and I had to force a smile and help you decorate your new house. It's ironic! But every time I see my daughter's happy expression, I feel happy. I don't regret making that decision. As for whether it was right or wrong, neither of us can say for sure."

At this point, my wife looked at me with a hint of resentment: "It's all your fault for being too good, making our daughter fall in love with you!"

"Sigh..." I sighed deeply. What could I say after hearing my wife's words? A person can't be in two places at once, and what's done is done; there's no going back. What's done is done, and regret is useless.

"But don't worry, I only feel a little jealous of our daughter sometimes. Lao Lu, am I getting old? Lately, I keep feeling like I'm getting uglier."

"Nonsense. If you were ugly, why would you quit your job? I think my wife is getting more and more beautiful." "

Hmm, it seems like Xiao Ye is putting pressure on me. She's young and lively, a vibrant young woman; I can't compare to her." There was a hint of self-deprecation in my wife's tone.

I quickly kissed her to comfort her, "Don't think like that. In my eyes, you'll always be beautiful."

"By the way, didn't you feel like we don't have enough time together? Xiao Ye's suggestion is good; you can help me, so we can be together every day."

"Is that okay?"

"Of course!" I knew my wife was worried it would affect my work. When Qian Han and I established the company rules, we made it clear that neither of us would use our positions for personal gain or try to get our relatives into the company. But Qian Han knew my wife was capable, and he had tried to persuade her to work for us many times, but she had always politely declined. Now that she was coming to work, I thought he wouldn't have any objections.

My wife smiled slightly, "Okay, but you can't tell our daughter about what happened today, or it'll be so embarrassing."

"Hehe, I won't tell. You two are like two peas in a pod. The daughter is jealous of her mother, and the mother is jealous of her daughter."

"What? Xiao Ye too...?" Seeing my wife's questioning look, I nodded and told her about what happened to Xiao Ye this morning. Unexpectedly, my wife smiled sweetly, "Then wouldn't I be so envious of her if I went to help you?"

Hearing my wife's playful words, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. The deep love that the mother and daughter had for me made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

"Hehe, what's there to envy? You two..." I pinched my wife's cheek; she looked like a young girl, all smiles.

"Old Lu, let me ask you, is making love with our daughter more comfortable than with me?" My wife's sudden question caught me off guard. This mother and daughter! I was so happy yet helpless.

Seeing my silence, my wife continued, "Our daughter is young, and she's tighter down there than me. You definitely like her."

Sigh, women... I quickly interrupted her, "I like both of you. You've had children, after all. Although you're not as tight as her, it's still quite enjoyable." Then, I recounted my comments about them that morning, which made my wife chuckle.

My wife snorted, "Still such a sweet talker. By the way, aren't you two careful? Making a scene like this in the office, what if someone finds out?"

"It's okay, the door was locked, the soundproofing is great, the windows were closed, and I cleaned up all the traces afterward." Afraid of worrying my wife, I quickly explained.

Seeing that the knot in our hearts had been untied, I pulled my wife back to the living room. Leaving our daughter behind for so long,

I knew I couldn't handle her throwing another tantrum. Seeing us, our daughter stuck out her tongue, my wife beamed, and our daughter chuckled, sandwiching me between them on the sofa. Xiao Ye was very well-behaved, not asking any questions; I think she could tell we'd resolved everything.

"We're going out for dinner tonight, my treat, to celebrate my beautiful wife working with me," I said with a grin, my arms around A Ning on my left and Xiao Ye on my right.

My wife and daughter readily agreed, and when my daughter heard that my wife was working for me, she deliberately let out a long sigh, patted her chest, and teased, "Now that Mom's watching over you, I'm relieved." This caused my wife and me to burst into laughter, and then Xiao Ye couldn't help but lean against my chest and giggle too.

That evening, the mother and daughter dressed up especially for the occasion. My wife, following my advice, wore her new beige suit, which accentuated her slender figure; my daughter, in a white dress, looked like an angel who had just descended to earth.

Although the dinner was exquisite, with two such beautiful women in front of me, my attention was elsewhere. The meal was very pleasant. Before leaving, my daughter pointed to the waitress I had been staring at at lunchtime and teased me, "Mom, that's the woman who made Dad lose his mind." I tapped her forehead, and the family left the hotel laughing.

Back home, my wife was about to take off her high heels when I scooped her up, ran to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. My wife blushed and protested softly, "What are you doing? Xiao Ye is right here!"

I knew, of course, that Xiao Ye was with us; the three of us had been intimate several times already, yet my wife was still so reserved.

Before I could even speak, my daughter's voice rang out: "Daddy's being unfair! He hugs Mommy but not me!" My wife teased me with a smile, "Xiao Ye's jealous. Go comfort her."

Two women—I'm enjoying the best of both worlds, but this bliss isn't so easy to savor. I had no choice but to stand up and hug my daughter again. Mother and daughter sat side by side on the edge of the bed, one side like delicate daffodils, the other like mature roses.

My daughter's legs were bare; I had slightly lifted her ruffled skirt, pressing it against her thighs. Her smooth, delicate skin was flawless, her slender ankles connected to her small, delicate feet. This little girl had taken off her socks so quickly after coming in; seeing her bare legs swinging, she was so mischievous.

In contrast, my wife, in a beige suit skirt, revealed her knees after sitting down, wearing black stockings and black high heels, a stark contrast to the white skin beside her.

My wife's thighs were pressed together, her calves slightly parted, a picture of dignified elegance. The two of them, one still and one moving, complemented each other harmoniously, making me marvel at the wonders of creation.

"What are you daydreaming about?" my wife asked with a charming smile. My daughter chimed in, "Yeah, Dad, what are you doing?"

I sat there, mesmerized, on the carpet, one hand caressing my daughter's jade-like legs, the other my wife's stockings. One hand held the supple, youthful flesh, the other the soft, delicate flesh of a mature woman. Looking up, both of them

gazed at me with tender affection, their beauty captivating. "Haven't you had enough?" my wife shifted her legs, her alluring expression enough to bewitch any man. I reached up, squatted down, and slipped my hand deep into my wife's skirt, grabbing her stockings and yanking them down forcefully.

A crisp tearing sound rang out, and my wife gently punched me with her delicate hand, exclaiming, "What are you doing? You've torn my stockings! You don't know how to cherish things!" My daughter laughed and called me a big pervert, more impatient than a monkey.

I had ripped her black stockings down to her ankles, leaving several red marks on her fair thighs. My wife's skin was delicate; even a light press would leave a red mark, and these rough tugs made them stand out even more against her white skin.

"Does it hurt?" I lovingly touched the red marks, my hand gradually exploring the depths of her private parts.

"You're so naughty!" My wife slapped my hand, stood up, and straightened her dress. "Okay, stop it. Look at the state I look in now. I'm going to take a shower."

At this moment, one of my wife's legs was as white as snow, and the other was as black as charcoal. A silk scarf was wrapped around her white ankle, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped in her skirt, their beautiful curves making one's mind wander.

I leaned close to Ah Ning's ear and whispered something. My wife blushed and muttered, "Always thinking of something good." Then she turned to leave.

"Mom, I'll shower with you." My daughter jumped up from the bed, took my wife's hand, and went out, giving me a wink as she left.

I went downstairs to the bathroom, rinsed off, and then returned to bed, waiting for the mother and daughter to finish their shower.

Thinking about what I had just said to my wife, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

A short while later, the mother and daughter came in, smiling and wearing their pajamas. Their skin was flushed after their shower, and their wet hair was loose over their shoulders, giving off a fresh fragrance.

"Come sit down." I patted both sides of the bed. Since having a relationship with Xiao Ye, I had changed the bed to make it easier to have sex, and now there's room for all three of us to sleep on it.

I was covered by a thin blanket, and underneath, everything was bare. Seeing the two beauties, fresh from their bath, I knew my erections were already standing tall, a bulge forming at the base of their bodies. The mother and daughter clearly saw it. Their eyes were glued to the bulge; my wife covered her mouth and chuckled, while my daughter gave me a tongue-out smile.

"Alright, stop laughing. Seeing you like this and not getting any response, it must be something wrong with me. Come lie down next to me."

I closed my eyes, focusing on savoring the sweet scent of the women in the air. I heard a soft rustling sound of clothes being undressed, and soon two smooth bodies were beside me. I reached out and touched both sides, immediately identifying my wife on the left and my daughter on the right.

I shrank back slightly, my left hand reaching behind Ah Ning, groping for my wife's anus. My index finger probed lightly, poking her backside, and I whispered with a chuckle, "Is it clean here?"

"You're so annoying," my wife muttered softly.

My daughter, however, couldn't resist climbing her legs onto mine. "What do you mean, 'clean'? What are you whispering about?"

"Hehe, I'll tell you." I whispered in my daughter's ear, but my wife grabbed my hand

. "Don't tell Xiao Ye, I'm so embarrassed." "What's the big deal? We'll do it anyway." After whispering a few words to my daughter, she looked bewildered, while my wife buried her face in my chest in embarrassment. I took the opportunity to roll over and pull her into my arms.

Sex is an art. If sex is like a painting, then flirting is the indispensable brush. Each woman has different erogenous zones; if you find them, you can make her lose control and enjoy pleasurable pleasure even before the actual act.

After twenty years of marriage, I knew every part of Ah Ning's body intimately. Kissing her, gently stroking her armpits, my wife trembled uncontrollably at my touch. Her

hot body, rapid breathing, dreamy eyes, and radiant cheeks—I had ignited her desire. She rubbed her jade-like legs together, moaning urgently, "Lu…faster…give it to me."

She pressed herself tightly against me, her soft breasts pressing against me, like a sandwich, creamy flesh overflowing between us. I continued to kiss and lick her, her rosy lips luscious, slightly parted, her pearly teeth releasing fragrant breath intermittently.

Suddenly, music started playing, like a downpour. I muttered, "Who is it? Really, calling at this hour." My wife clung to me, her face flushed, while my daughter nestled close to my other side, both gazing tenderly at me as I picked up the phone.

I checked the number; it was Qian Han. I had no choice but to chat with him, informing him about my wife's job offer. Once the business was done, I didn't waste any more time and hung up early, returning to my own world.

The few minutes on the phone brought my erection back to normal; the previous erotic atmosphere was about to be rekindled. Fortunately, with my beautiful wife in my arms, arousal wasn't difficult.

I grasped my wife's breasts, slowly kneading them. Although she was well-maintained, her age was a factor; her breasts weren't as firm as a young girl's, but the flesh was soft and delicate, like dough in my hands. The rosy nipples adorned her breasts, making me want to suckle them.

My wife's hands reached down to my crotch, gently stroking my penis, trying to restore its majestic appearance. My daughter was behind me; the little girl was quite obedient, her breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing up and down.

Love permeated the air; at that moment, I felt as if I were immersed in a thousand-year-old wine cellar, even experiencing a drowsy feeling. Damn that phone call! I quickly focused my mind, coordinating with my wife's delicate hands. The visual stimulation and sensory awareness finally awakened it.

I sat up and moved to the opposite side of my wife, who obediently revealed her vulva. The petals were slightly open, the tender red glistening with moisture. Touching it, it was incredibly smooth.

My wife didn't have much pubic hair; only a few strands clung to the smooth, white skin on the outer edge of the petals. The red edges were somewhat black, showing the vicissitudes of maturity, but the inner part was still as red and beautiful as a flower.

"Haven't you seen enough after all these years? Hurry up." My wife said coquettishly, but her words were filled with joy, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

"Can't wait?" I chuckled, leaning forward, and my penis entered the battleground of twenty years with practiced ease.

"Mmm..." My wife hummed happily, her chest arching slightly. What a sensitive body she had.

I thrust quickly twice, then paused at the entrance, gently grinding against it before penetrating deeply. After several thrusts, my wife moaned softly, even involuntarily arching her hips towards me each time I paused.

With our daughter beside her, my wife was too shy to speak, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide, hinting that I shouldn't torture her like this. Actually, my wife and I both knew that this method was the most effective in stimulating pleasure. The desire was so close, yet we couldn't enjoy it comfortably; this very feeling alone made each thrust more intense.

My wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her jade-like hands gripping my wrists tightly, forcing me to thrust and pound rapidly.

My wife's vulva was bursting with juice, as if it had been squeezed open. If it weren't for its stickiness, it would have splattered everywhere with each impact. Even so, the area where we were joined was already sticky—truly a woman made of water.

Ah Ning's body twisted violently a few times, her chest rising before she fell heavily onto the bed, her skin flushed like the sunset. Suddenly, fluids overflowed from the churning honeyed passage. I quickly withdrew my penis, guiding the love juices deep into her anus.

My wife, exhausted after her orgasm, lay on the bed. I rolled her over, bending her legs, her wrinkled vulva trembling incessantly, a pool of love juice already gathered in the small indentation.

My daughter watched curiously, and at my instruction, helped me hold my wife's body still. Oh… I penetrated her tight anus, the vaginal muscles in her rectum constantly writhing, expelling the invading foreign object.

So tight, so hot…

my wife moaned, clutching the pillowcase, her breasts swaying wildly. The greatest pleasure of anal sex is the sense of conquest, the satisfaction of a woman's wholehearted devotion. Coupled with my wife's submissive posture, as a man, my desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

I had already tasted immense pleasure in her vagina, and I had only held back my urges by suppressing it. Now, with the visual impact and sensory stimulation, I released my pent-up desires and ejaculated with unbridled pleasure.

Her bright red anus opened and closed, and sticky, not-too-thick, semen slowly oozed out, lewd and erotic…

“Dad, I want some too…” Before I could recover, my daughter’s jade-like arm wrapped around my shoulder. Ah, the bittersweet happiness, the helpless helplessness, at this rate, I’ll die on their bellies sooner or later…

I woke up early the next morning and found my head was a little dizzy. I looked outside; the rain was still falling.

“Am I sick?” I struggled, but found I had no strength at all.

“Dad, what time is it?” My movements woke my daughter, who asked me groggily.

“Let me see, 7:10. Honey, time to get up and go to work!” I nudged my wife on my left and lay back down.

A little while later, they were both dressed. Seeing that I was still lying in bed despite being called to get up, my wife pointed at my forehead and scolded me for being lazy.

"Ah Ning, I don't feel well, I might have caught a cold, let me sleep a little longer." At that moment, my brain felt like a hard, sticky mess, and I couldn't open my eyelids. After replying to my wife, I lay back down on my side.

"Oh! Dad, your forehead is a little hot, do you have a fever?" My daughter, Xiao Ye, placed her hand on my forehead, while my wife went to get a thermometer.

I took my temperature and found that I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. Sigh, I have to stay home and rest again.

"Xiao Ye, stay home and take good care of your father." My wife and I have similar personalities, both competitive and diligent at work. After exchanging a few intimate words with me, she left for work.

After taking my medicine, I lay back down in bed and covered myself tightly with the blanket. This illness must be because I accidentally got caught in the rain yesterday and caught a chill. I think I'll feel better after sweating it out.

Although I'm over forty, I've always felt pretty healthy, but I've been quite tired lately due to a lot of work at the company. Yesterday, the weather was fine, but it suddenly started raining in the afternoon.

I was busy at the office when I suddenly remembered Xiaoye's classmate reunion. It had suddenly started raining, and she was only wearing a thin dress and hadn't brought an umbrella. Worried she'd catch a cold, I drove to where they were having their reunion.

I really don't know how they found the restaurant; after I parked, I realized it was still a hundred meters away.

When I arrived at the restaurant, my daughter and her friends were gathered at the entrance.

"This child!" I sighed, seeing Xiaoye and her classmates with their hands tightly clasped to their chests. "Couldn't they have stayed inside?"

"Xiaoye!" I quickly went to her side, took off my coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

"Dad! Why did you come?" My daughter looked surprised and delighted to see me and quickly snuggled into my arms.

"Get in the car first, it's cold outside!" I smiled politely at her classmates and then quickly led her back to the car.

"Dad, I want to sit in the front!"

"Don't be silly! Go inside first, I still need to pick up your mother." I opened the back door for her and urged her on.

"Hmph, Dad's so biased. I'm your little wife too, why is Mom always sitting in front?"

"Sigh, this girl!" I turned to look at her, shook my head and smiled.

"Dad, what are you grinning about?" My dazed brain was just savoring yesterday's sweetness when Xiao Ye pulled me back to the reality of my fever.

"Oh, nothing." I opened my eyes, and Xiao Ye was lying beside me, smiling.

I reached out my hand, and Xiao Ye readily placed her hand in mine. When you're sick, having a loved one's hand in yours makes you feel warm and secure.

"Dad, do you remember May Day three or four months ago? I was sick then, and you took care of me. Now you're sick, and I'll take care of you."

"Hmm. I remember." I replied. How could I forget such an important day! It was from that May Day that my incestuous relationship with my daughter began.

When I picked Xiao Ye up from school, I noticed she looked listless, and by evening, I found she had a fever. My daughter said she felt lonely lying in bed alone, so she asked me to stay with her. That night, I held her until dawn.

The next day, her fever subsided. Always a clean person, she couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she wanted to get up and take a bath. I strongly objected, afraid she'd fall ill again.

After much insistence, she suggested I wipe her down with a warm, damp cloth. I didn't think much of it and agreed. When I wiped her chest, I suddenly realized my daughter had grown up; her breasts were

now comparable to my wife's. But Xiaoye was still my daughter. I only secretly admired her beauty, without any lewd thoughts. When I looked at Xiaoye, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes closed when we met.

When I wiped her genitals, I discovered they were completely wet! "Xiaoye, you're just as sensitive as your mother!" For some reason, those words came out of my mouth.

"No, that's not it!"

Having already said that, I had no further reservations. Actually, Xiaoye and I were very close, sharing everything, including matters of intimacy. I never hid from Xiaoye when making love with my wife.

"You got this wet just from Daddy wiping you down!" I said, looking at her with a hint of teasing.

"I only react like this when a man I deeply love touches me." Xiaoye's eyes widened, staring intently at me. "I don't react like this when I touch myself, my mother, or anyone else."

I felt a little embarrassed because I sensed the underlying meaning in her words. To escape the awkwardness, I changed the subject, "Have you been touched by other boys?"

Later, Xiaoye told me that my words had a sour undertone. I didn't know women's intuition could be so sharp, but now, thinking back, I did feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's Xiaojie!" she said with a grin.

Xiaojie is my good friend Qian Han's son, a year younger than Xiaoye, and he often comes to my house to play.

"A while ago, Xiao Jie suddenly hugged me and started groping me. I was so angry I slapped him! I haven't spoken to him for two weeks!"

"Hehe, no wonder your Uncle Qian said Xiao Jie was listless the other day, it turns out it was you!"

My daughter didn't continue, just smiled at me and closed her eyes. The situation was quite embarrassing, so I shut up and silently covered her with the blanket.

In the afternoon, Xiao Ye was already full of energy. As for me, I spent the whole morning by her bedside, telling her stories to keep her entertained. After all, I'm forty years old, and after noon I started to feel sleepy, so I went back to my room to rest.

I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw a smiling face jump into my view.

"You brat, trying to crush your dad?" I reached out and hugged her, turned her over, and continued my sweet dream.

"Daddy, wake up, you've been sleeping for two hours!" My daughter wouldn't let it go and climbed on top of me again.

"Really?" I replied lazily. No wonder my eyes were so heavy; I must have slept too much again.

I forced myself to wake up and washed my face. "Xiaoye, come down, I'm going to wash my face."

"No!"

"Don't be silly, Daddy's head's spinning. Let me get up and wash my face to clear my head."

"No, I'll help you. Lie down and don't move!" She then went to get a damp towel and wiped my face.

"Hehe, when did Xiaoye become so sensible?"

"Xiaoye has always been sensible!" She said, playfully pinching my cheek (I've always disliked that kind of parental behavior, so I didn't mind the pinch; in fact, I thought it showed the close bond between father and daughter).

I knew she was repaying me for wiping her face this morning. Thinking about what happened this morning, my penis started to stir. I reached out and pinched my thigh hard, hoping to suppress it, while glancing at her guiltily.

"Thank goodness! My daughter didn't feel anything," I thought to myself, secretly relieved.

But soon, I realized I was wrong. It's not surprising, really. She was lying on top of me, my genitals pressed tightly against her body.

Suddenly, I felt her small hand brush against my genitals, and my penis swelled even more. It wasn't usually this strong! Did my penis change in front of my daughter?

Oh no! I looked at Xiaoye and saw a flash of surprise on her face, followed by a blush. I wanted to say something, but I felt too embarrassed to utter a word.

Time seemed to become an enemy; the awkward atmosphere was silent, with only my suppressed heavy breathing and my daughter's disordered panting. After a moment of silence, my daughter suddenly leaned down, her flushed cheeks pressed tightly against my ear, and I instinctively reached out and hugged her.

This action was like closing my eyes when something flew into them, done without thinking, but my daughter misunderstood it (of course, she only realized it was a misunderstanding later). My daughter's right hand, which had been exploring what was happening below, now tightly gripped my erect penis.

The incest began from that moment, and there was no stopping it. Slightly dazed, I found my daughter's lips and gently kissed them. Soft, moist, the beauty sent a shiver down my spine. My daughter's reaction was even more passionate; her fragrant tongue pried open my sluggish teeth, entwining itself in my mouth.

My wife loves kissing and hugging, and now it seems my daughter does too! Her little hand, which had been holding my penis, unconsciously loosened its grip, and she instead hugged me tightly.

The gradual weakening of my penis brought a sliver of my consciousness back to my senses. I knew that as a father, I should immediately stop this abnormal behavior, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say those morally correct things; since I'd already acted this way, making excuses would be tantamount to slapping myself in the face. Besides, it was clear my daughter had feelings for me today, and saying the wrong thing would only hurt her.

Feeling suffocated after thinking for a while, I quickly used this as an excuse to pull away from her mouth, panting heavily, muttering, "Xiao Ye, are you trying to crush me to death?"

Xiao Ye gave me an awkward smile and exhaled a large breath in my face, as if to indicate that she was also suffocating.

The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, but my daughter was still hugging me, and my uncooperative hands were still tightly embracing her. These actions forced me to confront my daughter and discuss the situation.

"Xiaoye!" I looked at her, suddenly seeing her expectant face and those all-knowing eyes. I sighed inwardly and blurted out, "I love you!"

Perhaps women are all easily moved; my daughter's eyes lit up. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up with tears, so I pulled her into my arms to hide them.

"Daddy, I love you too," Xiaoye whispered in my ear. "

Daddy!" The word slipped out unintentionally, yet it stung my heart, mixed with a strong thrill from the incestuous relationship.

Oh well, let it be!

After a while, I had a deep talk with her. I could ignore the outside world, but what about my wife? When this question was raised, my daughter said she would handle it. Later, my wife returned home, and the next day she talked to me. Her first words were, "I approve of your relationship with Xiaoye."

I was surprised, thinking she was joking. After all, when I raised this issue with Xiaoye, I still harbored some hope that my wife would end this inappropriate relationship. I looked at my wife's face; though she was smiling, I could still sense the seriousness in her words.

I asked her why she answered Xiaoye that way, and she kissed me, saying, "You don't understand a woman's mind."

When I asked Xiaoye how she had persuaded my wife, her reply was simply "a secret." Sigh, even though I am their husband or father, their thoughts now baffle me.

"Dad! What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about our early days," I replied. Coming back to my senses, I began to notice her beautiful breasts, half-hidden, half-revealed. So I pulled my hand away from hers and reached for her nightgown.

My clumsy left hand struggled for a few moments but couldn't unbutton it. My daughter moved my hand away, saying understandingly, "Dad, let me do it. You're sick and still not behaving!"

I smiled at her, placed my hand on her back, and with a little pressure, Xiaoye shifted closer to me, bringing her beautiful breasts right in front of me.

"Good girl!" I murmured, placing my hand on her upper breast while pressing my face against her lower one. A faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't help but close my eyes in bliss.

"Hehe, Daddy's acting like a good baby now," my daughter's silvery laughter reached my ears, and I felt her pull my head closer to her.

This skin-to-skin feeling was intoxicating; it seemed our roles were reversed, and I was like a child being held by my mother. Thinking of this, I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking her nipple.

My daughter giggled, probably realizing our amusing situation, and deliberately put her nipple in my mouth, "Good Daddy, nurse!" she said, laughing again.

Although both my hand and mouth were enjoying this wonderful encounter, being sick and feverish made me weak, and in this infinitely pleasurable embrace, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, I found the view outside the window was gloomy. My daughter was still lying in the same spot as when I had fallen asleep, but she was asleep too. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 12:40. It looked like it was going to rain again.

Having been lying down all morning and working up a sweat, I felt as if I had regained my energy; the heat and dizziness had disappeared. My left hand was still on her soft, white breast, and the sight made my previously limp penis hard.

I couldn't help but gently rub her breasts. The moment I touched her, she stirred. "Dad, you're awake?"

"Yeah. You're awake too?" I answered somewhat casually, my mind completely focused on her beautiful, full, soft, and firm breasts, the two bright red nipples on those white hemispheres already glistening with my saliva.

"Dad, how are you feeling?" My daughter moved my head away and looked directly into my eyes.

"Feeling great. Look at me, so energetic." I smiled at her, reached out and peeled off her pajamas first, then glanced at her white panties embroidered with little animals. After a moment's hesitation, I went for them too.

My blatant actions naturally earned my daughter's tacit approval; she bent her legs to help me remove that pretty obstacle. Once done, I winked at her, pulled back my blanket, and the little girl slipped into my arms like a slippery eel. Just

as Xiaoye's cherry lips were about to press against mine, I quickly pulled away—kissing wasn't advisable with a cold. Xiaoye looked at me questioningly, and I quickly explained my reasoning. She nodded as if suddenly understanding, then paused to think for a moment and said, "Daddy, then we can't have sex either."

Although I knew that having sex now might have unpleasant consequences, I was burning with desire and couldn't care less. If my condition worsened, I'd have to get an IV!

Having figured this out, I replied, "It's okay, my lovely little darling will just take the initiative when we make love later."

My daughter smiled generously, then snuggled back under the covers and began licking my chest as she had done before. However, this time, after just a quick lick, she looked up, stuck out her tongue, and complained, "Daddy, you're so sweaty, it's salty, it's hard to lick."

Actually, I hadn't asked my daughter to do this. Thinking about how sticky I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I said, "Sweetie, then don't lick anymore."

My daughter leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead, then snuggled back under the covers, hugging me tightly. I took her hand and guided it to my penis.

"It's so big now!" my daughter said, sticking out her tongue, her soft fingers beginning to stroke it. Her breasts continued to change shape in my hands, and with each squeeze of my fingers, I could feel the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. Frequent waves of pleasure surged through my lower body, and naturally, the pressure in my hands increased.

"Oh! Daddy, be gentle!" My daughter rolled her eyes at me.

I smiled apologetically and reached for her secret place, which was already gushing with moisture. I wiped some fluid from her slit, and she groaned. At the same time, I slipped my index finger into her little hole.

She stopped what she was doing and instead gripped me tightly, moaning under my finger's onslaught.

"Okay, okay!" I patted her smooth back with my other hand.

Xiao Ye nodded, leaned down slightly, grasped my penis, and guided it to her entrance. I cooperated by pressing down on her buttocks, thrusting my hips forward, and with the lubrication of her love juices, I smoothly entered her sacred place.

My daughter slowly sat up, placed her hands on my chest, and began to stroke my penis up and down. I enjoyed the exciting stimulation my daughter gave me. As time passed, her breathing became heavier, and her movements became weaker.

Looking at her pale body glistening with sweat, and then at the white fluid flowing between our joined bodies, I felt a rush of heat to my head. I stared at her, my hands gripping her slender waist, and thrust my hips forcefully.

"Boom!" A clap of thunder sounded outside, and at the same time, my ejaculation resumed, my throbbing penis ejaculating into her body…

Time flies. My daughter has been in university for a month now. Xiao Ye's university is still in N city, just quite far from home. When school started, she insisted on living in the dorms, saying she wanted to experience university life. Sigh, I originally wanted to rent her a place near her school so she could be more comfortable.

But what's so good about living in a dorm? It's crowded, messy, and everyone's interfering. Although I knew all this and tried to persuade her otherwise, my daughter was determined, and as her father, I could only agree.

My daughter comes home on weekends, and I try to spend as much time with her as possible. To be honest, in the past eighteen years, she's never been away from me for more than two days. When Xiaoye first started school, I didn't see her for five days straight, and I, being a homebody, really wasn't used to it. Today is Friday, and I'll see my daughter tonight; I'm really looking forward to it.

Recently, due to company expansion, Qian Han and I rented another floor for office space. Qian Han plans to hire a few more people; with increased business, he thinks we both need a secretary. Quite a few people have applied, but none of them are to my liking.

I was idly swishing my chair when a knock came at the door. "Come in!" "

Mr. Lu, another young lady has come for an interview."

"Please let her in." I shook my head. Qian Han assigning this job to me is practically making me suffer.

Qian Han's standards are incredibly high; she needs both a degree and a good figure. It's tough!

"Manager Lu, hello!" The person who came in smiled at me.

"Xiao Ye?" I pointed to the door. "Lock the door first, this is ridiculous. Why are you here so early today? And you even came straight to the company?"

"The teacher for that class was absent today, so I came back first." My daughter said, looking around. "Dad, your office now looks like a manager's office."

"Really?" I smiled and tidied up the documents on my desk. "Sit down." I pointed to the leather sofa next to me.

"Hmm, so impressive!" My daughter put down her bag. "Dad, you look like a manager sitting in that high chair. Before, you always looked like an office worker."

I chuckled. Impressiveness is something you buy with money. Such a big office, all these decorations, all these office supplies, they all cost money. "What do you think of my current office?"

"It's great, spacious, four or five times the size of my dorm. The sofa is nice too, even better than ours! Uncle Qian had it arranged for you, right?"

"Not bad." I couldn't be bothered with these things. When Qian Han said he wanted to move and do a major renovation, I just nodded and let him handle everything. When it comes to elegance, this guy is way better than me.

"By the way, why did you pretend to be a job applicant? That's ridiculous."

"Hehe, it was just for fun. I came to see you, but as soon as I walked in, the employee asked if I was there for a job interview, so I pretended to be one. I thought he'd ask me some questions, but he just brought me in. Are you hiring new people now?"

"Hehe, yeah. The company is growing, and your Uncle Qian said we should get a secretary so we won't be so overwhelmed."

My daughter's smile faded: "Dad, are you hiring a pretty female secretary?"

Looking at my daughter's expression, it looked like she was about to explode. "Yes, your Uncle Qian said he wants to hire a beautiful and talented female secretary." I didn't want to lie to my daughter, so I told her the truth.

“Excuses…” my daughter pouted. “What do you mean Uncle Qian said? It must be because you wanted it, otherwise why would that employee have brought me to your office?”

“Dad is telling the truth. Your Uncle Qian said he was in charge of the renovations and all that, so I’ll be in charge of hiring, so I won’t slack off.” I sat down next to my daughter and stroked her hair. “I have your mom and you, that’s enough. Look at you, so jealous for no reason.”

My daughter leaned against my chest like a little bird and giggled twice. “Did you miss me?”

“I missed you so much.”

Xiao Ye reached for my waist and pulled out my belt. I quickly grabbed it. “Xiao Ye, don’t be silly. We’re in the office.”

“No! Didn’t you just say you missed me? I want to do it with Dad here.” My daughter looked up at me and pouted. “It’s more exciting in your office. Besides, Mom has never done it with you in the office. I’m going to be the first.” Women, once they go crazy, they’ll do anything outrageous. Faced with this little vixen before me, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

"Sigh, Xiaoye, these sofas are for guests, they're not hygienic. Wouldn't it be better to make love at home?"

"No way, I'll just take a shower at home." My daughter had already unbuckled my belt and taken off her skirt, urging me, "Daddy, hurry up and take it off!" Seeing her lewd expression, I shook my head helplessly.

My daughter tossed her clothes aside, giggled, climbed onto the sofa, arched her back, smoothed her hair behind her ear, and took my penis into her mouth.

My left hand slowly slid down the back of her head to her back muscles. At this moment, her abdomen was slightly concave, her white, tender buttocks slightly upturned, and her shoulders, supported by her arms, were also slightly raised, presenting a concave curve. This position greatly satisfied a man's inner desire for domination, and involuntarily, the term commonly used in erotic literature came to mind: "female dog."

"Xiao Ye, you look like a cute little puppy in that position right now." I gently patted her bottom; its plump, soft texture was irresistible.

My daughter stopped what she was doing. "Dad, this position is hot, isn't it? Isn't it exciting?" Sigh, my daughter is becoming more and more open about sex, unlike A Ning, but the two different styles have certainly brought me a lot of sexual interest.

"Yes, it is hot. Where did you learn these words? I think my daughter is becoming more and more like a little slut."

I patted her pert bottom again and lifted her chin with my right hand.

"Hehe, I won't tell you. Dad, let me ask you, do you prefer making love with me or with Mom? Tell the truth, don't try to fool me."

This girl! It seems women are born with a competitive nature. "Xiao Ye, don't be silly, you know this is a difficult question for Dad to answer." I kissed her as an apology for avoiding the question.

“No, tell me. Or I’ll ask you in front of Mom when we get home.”

“I can’t do anything with you. I’ll ask you, which do you like more, Dad or Mom? No matter what you answer, the one you’re abandoning will definitely be very sad. You and your mom are both the loves of my life, how can I distinguish between them? Even if there is an answer to this question, it’s definitely that I like them both.”

“You’re so annoying.” My daughter pouted again. “I like Dad more. Of course, there’s one I like more.”

“You child, how sad would your mom be if she heard you say that? When we make love, you’re more open and passionate, while your mom, although we’ve been together for twenty years, is still mostly shy in bed. You two have different styles, and you give me different feelings. I like both of you.”

I picked up my daughter and let her sit on my lap. I said this with a serious face. After all, my wife and daughter are both my loves. I don’t want to favor one over the other, and I don’t want to hurt either of them.

“I’ve spent more time with you, since I was little. Dad has been by my side more often, so I like him more. I always felt you loved Mom more because you two have spent much more time together than I have.”

“Silly child, don’t think like that. You and your mom are equally important to me. Even if I treat you differently sometimes, it’s because your mom is my wife and you are my daughter.”

My daughter grasped my penis and slowly placed it into her vagina, then suddenly giggled: “Now I’m your wife too, daughter and wife, shouldn’t you love me more, Dad?”

“Nonsense!” I hugged her slender waist, afraid she would lose her balance and fall backward. “Be careful, what if you fall?”

“Hehe, if you fall, your wife and daughter will get hurt. I won’t ask anymore, I knew you would say that, it’s pointless to ask.” My daughter hugged my neck, gave me a sweet kiss, and moved her little bottom up and down.

Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Xiaoye's fair skin. She panted and said, "Lazy Daddy, give me a hand."

I slid down a little, moving my hands to her buttocks. "Hold on tight, don't let her fall."

I used my hands to move up and down in sync with her movements. Pleasure spread from my glans to my whole body, a tingling sensation running down my spine, and my legs involuntarily tensed.

My daughter's vagina was truly a masterpiece, warm and tight, the constantly writhing vaginal muscles inside like a massage machine, constantly rubbing against my genitals. Strands of vaginal fluid overflowed from our point of contact, scraping up a layer of foam with each thrust. My daughter was truly made of water.

"Mmm... Dad... so good." My daughter leaned back excitedly, her pair of firm, white breasts suddenly appearing before my eyes.

I held her soft buttocks with one hand, and pressed the palm of my other hand against her nipple, the protruding red cherry sliding back and forth in my hand, a ticklish sensation. I pressed my fingers together, but unexpectedly, under the veil of sweat, her slippery flesh slipped out of my grasp.

Sweat poured down, dripping from my daughter's temples. "Dad, I can't take it anymore, let's change positions." I picked her up, disregarding hygiene, and laid her flat on the sofa.

I bent one leg, pulling her long, slender leg across my face. At this moment, my daughter's delicate feet were still clad in white cotton socks with cartoon patterns. The innocent girl now displayed a wanton appearance, truly intoxicating and mesmerizing to desire.

I grasped her little foot with one hand and pulled her other thigh with the other, thrusting in and out with wide, sweeping movements. Her

pink vulva flushed red from my thrusts, and her body was gradually pushed against the side of the sofa, pressed tightly against the edge. My daughter's weak little hands clung to my arm, her breasts heaving violently. Because she was lying flat, her breasts appeared larger, her full breasts trembling all over.

"Oh... Dad... Dad, kiss me." My daughter's starry eyes were slightly closed, and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking on her index finger.

I slowed my movements, bent down and picked up my daughter, our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and we were entwined in a passionate embrace. My daughter's legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her body pressed tightly against mine.

"Mmm... Dad... carry me, carry me to your desk." My daughter hummed, sweat clinging to her hair, which contrasted with her flushed face, making her incredibly alluring.

I swept the documents off the desk and gently put my daughter down. A layer of mist instantly appeared on the desk, and the love fluid from our joined bodies gathered on the desk.

My daughter pushed me away, lay down on the desk, and her little hands groped for my penis, which had just withdrawn. Plop! A gush of love fluid spurted out, and the warm, moist, tight, and stimulating sensation came from the glans again. "Dad, harder." My daughter said, squeezing her legs together tightly.

A series of sharp, slapping sounds rang out, and my daughter's white buttocks were bruised and bleeding. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, revealing her brown anus, which was about to bloom. I reached out and rubbed it, and my daughter moaned contentedly, looking like a wanton slut.

Thinking about her first night, Ah Ning had specially decorated the room. She bought several pink lamps, turning her daughter's bedroom into a hazy, erotic atmosphere. That day, my daughter lay shyly in bed. When I entered the room and lifted the covers, she closed her eyes tightly, blushing. The girl's beautiful body lay upright on the bed, her youthful flesh appearing even more supple due to tension.

Looking around, my daughter's exquisite body was curvaceous, her white breasts high and firm, her deep valley gleaming with a snowy hue, the peaks adorned with a pink ring, and her alluring pink nipples slightly protruding into the air.

Below, the land stretched flat, ending in a grassy hill. Fine pubic hair curled slightly, and two grooves ran across her white flesh, meeting at her sacred valley.

A Y-shape formed by indentations stood out starkly against her jade-like skin. I gently parted my daughter's legs, revealing two incredibly tender pink labia that parted into a jade-like crevice, from which a rich fragrance seemed to emanate, overwhelming my senses—this was my daughter's treasure.

My daughter wore a shy expression, her body still stiff, but obediently allowing me to manipulate her. When my gaze shifted from her private parts to her starry eyes, she shyly covered her face with her hand, but a small gap remained between her fingers, her shimmering eyes still meeting mine.

I smiled inwardly. It's the first time, after all; everyone is shy. But my daughter was so nervous; I had a duty to help her relax and enjoy the pleasure of sex. I lay down beside her, pulled her into my arms, pried her hands aside, and sought her fragrant lips, my tongue delving into her mouth.

Scratching her sweet saliva, I deliberately feigned eagerness, greedily swallowing her fluids while my hands caressed her back, trying to create a relaxed and sweet atmosphere. My

daughter responded passionately to my kisses, her small hands beginning to wander over my body, her delicate touch bringing warmth to my skin.

"Dad, be gentle, I can't breathe..." My daughter pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath. Before I could respond, she caught her breath and pressed herself against me again, swallowing my saliva as if unwilling to give up. My

arms, which had been tightly around her, gradually loosened. I had been so intoxicated, the deep love welling up inside me wanting to bind us together, that I had forgotten the limits of what my daughter could endure.

My daughter was lost in a passionate kiss, but I, with my mind clear, was not satisfied. Already immersed in the pleasures of love, I had long since cast aside any taboos between father and daughter.

I gently caressed her vibrant breasts, smooth yet resilient—truly the flesh of youth! My thumb lightly teased her nipples, feeling them harden.

The body in my arms trembled slightly, and the woman in the midst of the passionate kiss moaned softly. Suddenly, Xiaoye pulled away from my lips, gasping for breath, and said, "Dad, I feel so strange, it's swollen down there, I can't help but want to moan."

"If you want to moan, just moan, don't hold back," I comforted her with a smile, my hand reaching between her legs.

Suddenly invaded, my daughter reflexively closed her legs, trapping my hand, but after a moment, her legs opened. Xiaoye crossed one leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh against the back of my hand.

The untouched virgin territory quickly became wet under my touch, indicating that my daughter was also a woman with abundant vaginal lubrication. My fingers were coated with slippery nectar, and my index finger, which had been wandering around the periphery, easily found the entrance thanks to the lubrication. With a slight probe, half a knuckle was inserted.

"Oh…Dad…" my daughter moaned, her hot, delicate body writhing. I was afraid she would break her slender waist.

At the tip of my finger, a thin membrane blocked my intrusion. I gently scraped it a couple of times, eliciting another tremor from my daughter. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. My daughter noticed this and became even more shy.

"Xiaoye, Daddy can't take it anymore, I'm going in." I sat up, stroking her jade-like cheek. I raised my penis, aimed it at her tender little hole, and rubbed it up and down along the slit a couple of times.

My daughter's body trembled continuously, "Dad, I heard it hurts a lot the first time, you can be gentle."

"Hmm, that's how it is for girls the first time, Daddy will be gentle." I took a clean white towel from the bedside and placed it under my daughter's plump buttocks. This was my wife's idea; the first time should always be memorable, and she specially went to the store to pick out a high-quality one.

Spreading my daughter's jade-like legs as wide as possible, I pressed down on her hip bones, aimed at the entrance, and thrust straight in. My daughter screamed as my penis tore through her symbol of girlhood, reaching straight to her core.

Xiaoye gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her rosy face gradually turning pale, and her temples were covered in sweat. I stopped what I was doing, gently lay down on top of her, and softly licked away her tears. "Xiao Ye, don't cry, just bear with it, it'll be alright in a little while."

"You're lying, it hurts so much, Daddy, you're so mean, you promised to be gentle!" My daughter pounded my chest, her face streaked with tears.

"A short pain is better than a long one." I kissed my daughter's sweet lips. My wife had done the same thing the first time, and seeing my daughter's expression, I felt like I was back in that first time.

I grabbed my daughter's breasts, trying to distract her. Since I wasn't moving down there anymore, my daughter gradually cooperated and kissed me passionately, moaning as I kneaded her breasts.

"Are you feeling better? How does it feel down there?" I gently caressed her soft breasts, licked away her tear stains, and asked as softly as possible.

"Hmm, a strange feeling, a little swollen."

I moved slightly, and my daughter let out a soft moan. Seeing that I had stopped, she smiled and said, "Dad, you can move, it doesn't hurt too much." I nodded and continued my work.

The tightness of her virginity was almost unbearable, a sensation completely different from my wife's. The thought that the woman beneath me, writhing in pleasure, was my own daughter intensified the stimulation.

It felt like there was a suction force within her vagina; the warm flesh enveloped my penis, constantly undulating, a numbing, pleasurable sensation spreading from the glans throughout my body. I paused, took a deep breath, and looked towards our point of contact.

Every time I made love with my wife, I always liked to look there, feeling the union of our bodies, the tightness. Seeing the love fluid tinged with blood, a warm feeling of love rose from the depths of my heart. At this moment, my fervor gradually subsided. I tenderly stroked my daughter's jade-like legs and slender waist, hoping my love could reach her.

A woman's first time is always so delicate, so tender, a broken flower unable to withstand the storm. I moved gently, but even so, the tight, warm vagina and the incestuous stimulation quickly brought me to ejaculation.

As I withdrew, the gushing fluids flowed onto the handkerchief, a milky white streak tinged with blood, painting a pattern of love.

"Dad? What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?" My daughter's voice held impatience, her white buttocks thrusting back.

"Heh, I remember the first time we came here. Xiao Ye wasn't like this then. Back then, you shyly closed your eyes and let me do as I pleased, but now you're so passionate and proactive." As I spoke, I thrust a few more times, and my daughter's humming music rose and fell again.

Xiao Ye didn't reply, immersed in the bliss of our intertwined bodies. Egg-white fluid seeped continuously from her warm vaginal cavity, staining our joined genitals with each thrust. My daughter's slightly curled pubic hair was wet and tangled together; I reached out and grabbed it, and a mound of pubic hair formed in my hand.

"Oh, Dad... I'm almost there... almost... oh..." Xiao Ye sighed deeply, her body convulsing a few times. She lay on the table, panting heavily, her little hands unconsciously groping across the surface.

I gently patted my daughter's buttocks, pulled out my glistening penis, wiped it on her bottom, and gently picked her up.

After a while, my daughter stood up from my arms, stretched, and said, "Dad, where are the tissues? I need to wipe myself."

I pointed to the counter next to me, and my daughter made a face at me before walking over there naked. Luckily, the curtains in my office were drawn tightly, otherwise...

After tidying up, I opened the curtains and the window. The room reeked of lewdness; if my subordinates or Qian Han came in, things would get out of hand.

"Dad, treat me to lunch today." My daughter hugged me from behind, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm... let's go to that restaurant, Chancel."

I checked my watch; it was already past 11 a.m. I nodded, waited for the smell in the room to dissipate, closed the windows, gave my subordinates a few instructions, and left the company.

The new company wasn't far from home, only a ten-minute walk, and the Chancel restaurant that Xiaoye wanted to go to was just between the company and home. Xiaoye and I were regulars there, and soon, her favorite dishes were served.

"Hehe~ Daddy's so nice, he ordered all my favorites." Xiaoye giggled, her chopsticks moving quickly.

"Slow down, look at you, you don't act like a lady at all, you eat like a little pig." I chuckled as I watched her. My daughter was so cute; in my eyes, she was a child who would never grow up.

"Hehe, who told you to order so many of my favorite dishes? The food in the school cafeteria isn't good, I don't like it, so now that there's good food, I naturally want to eat more."

"Don't rush, eat slowly." Although I had done some strenuous exercise this morning, I wasn't very hungry. Sipping red wine slowly while watching my daughter eat is a kind of enjoyment.

"Dad...I...am my eating manners terrible?" My daughter stopped eating, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at me.

"Hehe, it looks pretty good."

"Nonsense! Otherwise, why are you staring at me with that weird smile, just sitting there sipping your wine and not eating!" Xiao Ye stuck out her tongue.

"I'm not hungry. I only stared at you because you look so cute while you eat." I moved my chopsticks, picking up a bite of food.

"I can't eat anymore if you keep staring at me."

"Okay, I won't stare anymore. Who told you to be so pretty and charming!" Although I'm older, I still enjoy flirting with her occasionally; that warm feeling fills my heart and gives me a sense of intoxication.

I'm familiar with everything in the restaurant; there's nothing particularly interesting. My gaze wandered around, finally settling on a waitress in the lobby. The waitress was probably not much older than Xiao Ye, and quite pretty. I couldn't help but compare her to Xiao Ye in my mind.

I watched from afar, the waitress unaware that I was admiring her beauty. However… a sharp shout soon rang out: “Dad!” When I turned my gaze to my daughter, she muttered softly, “Dad’s such a lecher.”

“Nonsense!” I said in a low voice, “Eat, eat.”

“No, I’m full.” The little girl put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

“So fast?”

“What? You were so busy looking at that waitress that you didn’t realize how much time had passed.” Xiao Ye pouted. “Let’s go, or we’ll be completely captivated by her.”

“…” I fell silent for a moment. Ever since my relationship with my daughter began, she’d acted like my little wife, controlling me even more strictly than A Ning. However, she spoke in a daughter’s tone one moment and a wife’s the next; I really didn’t know how she managed to play both roles so well.

Not long after leaving the hotel, my daughter took my hand and walked happily along the sidewalk. The city of N in October still retained some of the lingering heat of summer. A breeze blew, causing Xiaoye's hair and dress to flutter gently in the air. A rosy blush graced her delicate face, and the beads of sweat on her forehead glistened. A fleeting smile as she turned her head captivated me. I silently rubbed my daughter's small hands and walked quietly alongside her…

When I got home, I was surprised to find my wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. As soon as Xiao Ye came in, she ran excitedly to my wife, snuggling into her arms. My wife smiled, patted Xiao Ye's back, and hugged her back.

"So early today? Why are you back with your dad?"

"Hehe, I didn't have class today, so I came home early. Mom, you didn't go to work today?"

"Yeah..." my wife replied. After a while, she smiled at me and calmly said, "Old Lu, I quit my job."

"What?" The little girl jumped up from the sofa. A Ning smiled and pressed Xiao Ye down, repeating herself.

I sat down on the other side of my wife and took her hand. "What happened? Did something upset you?"

"Yeah, I had a conflict with the new manager. I wrote my resignation letter yesterday, handed it in this morning, and came back. Now I'm relieved, are you happy?" My wife didn't look down at all, smiling at me with a playful, girlish expression.

Our family is well-off, and I wasn't really keen on Ah Ning going out to work so hard. She's too responsible and often overwhelmed with work. I've tried to persuade her many times, but she just wouldn't listen, so I eventually let her be.

"Hey, Manyi, what happened?" I know my wife values her job a lot, and now that she's given it up, it seems like a serious conflict. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure her smile was genuine.

"Don't look at me, I'm fine," my wife reassured me as if by telepathy. "Actually, it's nothing serious, that manager..." My wife glanced at our daughter, hesitating to finish her sentence.

"Mom, you're doing this again!" My daughter pouted and stood up. "I'm not a child anymore. You won't tell me anything. Okay, I'll go inside first. Call me when you've finished talking."

My wife smiled gently and took my daughter's hand. "Xiao Ye, sit down. You can listen if you want. Actually, it's nothing. After that manager came to our department, he harassed me every few days, inviting me to dinner and giving me gifts. It was very annoying, and I couldn't avoid him, so I had to resign." At the end, my wife looked into my eyes with a smile, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now?"

Although my wife is almost forty years old, she is very well-maintained and looks like she's only thirty. When she wears a business suit, the elegance she exudes is even more captivating. It's normal for someone as charming as her to attract other men.

Looking at my wife, a warm feeling rose in my heart. A few years ago, I was inexplicably jealous of her suitors, and we even had a cold war for a few days because of it. Afterwards, my wife said I was like a child.

Actually, ever since that incident, I didn't want my wife to continue working. The reason, of course, was that work was tiring and made people age faster. But privately, we both knew it was my possessiveness acting up.

The world is becoming more open, but people's hearts are becoming more unpredictable, and variables are increasing. I don't want our current harmonious and happy family to be destroyed—that's the high-sounding reason. But no matter what, there's definitely selfishness involved, and I've never hidden it.

Once, my wife asked me what I would do if she betrayed me. I was silent, just holding her hands and staring intently at her. After a long while, my wife smiled and explained that it was just a question. She said she had read a book and wanted to understand my thoughts.

At that moment, my mind was in turmoil; I didn't know how to answer her. Even a hypothetical situation was causing me excruciating pain. Later, I calmly answered her that if she betrayed me, I would raise our daughter alone.

My wife then asked what if she only betrayed me once. I said the same answer. Actually, at that moment, I didn't even consider it further. The phrase kept flashing through my mind: "A short pain is better than a long one."

My wife climbed on top of me and pinched me hard, saying I was heartless and couldn't tolerate even one mistake from her. Seeing her playful antics, my heart finally calmed down.

Then I asked her what would happen if I had an affair, resulting in another red welt on my body. My wife then pressed against my chest and said retaliatoryly that she would do the same thing. Looking

back now, being with my daughter was a betrayal of her, except that she had promised it and even encouraged it at the time.

"Mom, I went to Dad's place today and found out they're hiring someone new. Since you quit your job, why don't you go work for Dad as his secretary? That way, Dad won't have to find a pretty female secretary." My daughter shook A-Ning's arm, pouting and giving me a defiant glare at the end.

"Hehe, really? Look how jealous you are. Don't worry, your dad isn't that kind of womanizer." My wife smiled and tapped my daughter's forehead, looking at her with a smile, then at me.

"Who said that? Dad was staring at a waitress the whole time we were having lunch today, he almost fell for her!" My daughter's face instantly changed, her pouting lips turning into a smile.

This girl! So precocious! I thought to myself. Although her smile made it seem like she was joking, I knew she was trying to put pressure on me through my wife.

"Really?" My wife, still smiling, turned to me and said, "Old Lu, really?"

Seeing the smile in her eyes, I somehow sensed a hint of sadness deep within them. "Hey, she wouldn't let me look at her, so I had to look at someone else. By the way, Xiao Ye's suggestion is good too. If you're willing, come help me. I know you don't like being idle, so coming over will give you something to do, and with you watching, Xiao Ye will feel more at ease." I answered casually, my face naturally smiling, but…

deep down, I felt a chill. While my words were sincere, they were also an attempt to avoid my wife's question.

Ever since I had a relationship with Xiaoye, I've felt guilty towards my wife deep down. Ultimately, I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first. Just now, that fleeting look in my wife's eyes filled me with unease. Perhaps I was being overly sensitive, but I had a bad feeling.

"Okay, since you're willing, I'll be your secretary." It was still a smile, still that calm face. I suddenly stood up, took my wife's hand, "Come with me for a moment." Then I turned to my daughter and said, "Xiaoye, your mother and I have something to discuss. Watch some TV by yourself."

Back in the bedroom, I locked the door, leaned against the bed, and asked anxiously, "A'ning, what happened? You suddenly resigned without telling me beforehand. Don't tell me it's nothing. We've been married for so many years; I can tell you're troubled."

"It's nothing, really nothing." My wife sat down beside me, took my hand in hers, and nestled obediently in my arms.

I looked into her eyes; her gaze was somewhat flustered, but she quickly lowered her head and looked away. For some reason, a feeling of sadness welled up in my heart. "A-Ning, I love you. No matter what happens, I will still love you as before."

I gently lifted her head with my hand. "Even if you made a mistake."

A-Ning glared at me and twisted my arm hard, just like she did more than ten years ago: "Stop overthinking! What mistake did I make?"

"What exactly happened? Tell me, my dear wife. You weren't like this before. You would tell me if you had something on your mind. This time you didn't say anything, and the reason for your resignation was about that kind of thing, of course I would overthink. Tell me quickly, or I'll get anxious."

"I already said everything's fine, don't guess." My wife remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal any information.

I let go of her, grabbed a mattress, put it behind my back, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed: "You can't hide it from me. There was sadness in your eyes when you spoke to me in the living room just now, and now you're avoiding my gaze. You speak with a calm tone that makes me tremble, and you still say it's nothing? If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you. I just don't want you to feel wronged, and I don't want you to suffer alone."

"Old Lu, how old are you? Still acting like a child, always putting on a long face when you're unhappy. Actually, nothing's wrong. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me."

"Hey, spending so much time with our daughter has picked up some childlike habits. Tell me, what's going on? Why are you making fun of me again?"

I hugged my wife and stroked her hair. I love seeing women with long, flowing hair, so my wife always takes off her hair clips at home. Her shiny black hair, combined with her well-maintained figure, makes her look no more than thirty, mature yet alluring, incredibly tempting.

"Actually, cough... actually, I'm a little jealous of our daughter." Ah Ning gave a hesitant hum. I looked at her, a blush spreading across her fair face.

"What do you mean?"

My wife playfully punched me. "Do you really have to force me to explain? It's so embarrassing. Ever since you and Xiaoye had that affair, although you still care about me as much as before, it's been less. Today you came home with Xiaoye again, and I could tell you two had another passionate encounter. I know that before, she was just a daughter in your eyes, but now it's different; she's your little wife, just like Xiaoye said."

"A person's time is limited. You spend more time with her, so naturally you spend less time with me. Over time, I'm bound to feel uneasy. Although she's my daughter, and as her mother, I shouldn't be jealous, I'm a woman, and naturally, I can be a little temperamental sometimes."

"I was already feeling a bit uneasy about resigning today, and seeing you two come back so affectionately just left a thorn in my side. I tried my best to hide it, but you still found out. I just didn't expect you to think of it like that, really! And now you're forcing me to say it, it's just... sigh, I won't say anymore."

Hearing my wife's words, I couldn't help but feel lost. This was truly a difficult situation to handle. Although my wife had personally agreed to and even encouraged my relationship with Xiaoye, it seems that she still carries a scar in her heart.

I was the one who broke our unspoken agreement first, and I've always felt guilty about it. I've always tried my best to consider my wife, thinking I was doing a good job, but now I realize that I haven't done enough. A person's energy and time are limited; if you give to one thing, you'll naturally have less for another.

I sighed heavily and kissed my wife's forehead. "A-Ning, I'm sorry."

"Look at you! What are you saying? I was the one who agreed to it, you did nothing wrong." My wife is always so understanding, kind, and gentle. My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and I silently tightened my arms around her.

"Didn't you always want to know why I agreed to your proposal? Now I'll tell you, ever since Xiaoye was born, you've basically taken care of her every need. Our daughter is close to you; she probably only has eyes for you, not for me. To be honest, I've been a bit negligent as a mother. Looking back, I was too focused on my career. Now I realize those are all illusions—my own abilities, other people's respect—none of them compare to the bond between family members."

"When our daughter came to me about this the other day, she said you'd already agreed and just wanted my opinion. I could tell you were pressured by her and didn't want to hurt her feelings. I can't guess the exact details, but that's probably what happened: you wanted to pass this hot potato to me."

"But she's your daughter, and she's my daughter too. Although I haven't spent much time with her, I understand her personality, and as a woman myself, I probably understand some of her feelings better than you do. Seeing that expectant look on her face, do you think I would be so heartless as to refuse? I know this is incest, and I know you want me to refuse, but I can't."

"You know about incest, we've discussed it before. Like you, I don't have much of a problem with it. If we truly love each other, as long as we don't have children, what does it matter?"

"You couldn't bear to refuse her, and neither could I. Although it felt strange and a little sad, I still agreed. She was so happy. Seeing her excitedly run up to me, hug and kiss me, calling me 'Good Mom,' 'Mom' and saying things like that, I felt both happy and sad."

"One is my daughter, the other is my husband, both the people I love most. Afterwards, I still felt a pang of sadness. My own daughter took my husband away, and I had to force a smile and help you decorate your new house. It's ironic! But every time I see my daughter's happy expression, I feel happy. I don't regret making that decision. As for whether it was right or wrong, neither of us can say for sure."

At this point, my wife looked at me with a hint of resentment: "It's all your fault for being too good, making our daughter fall in love with you!"

"Sigh..." I sighed deeply. What could I say after hearing my wife's words? A person cannot be split in two, and what's done is done; regret is useless now.

"But don't worry, I only feel a little jealous of our daughter sometimes. Lao Lu, am I getting old? Lately, I feel like I'm getting uglier and uglier." "

Nonsense. If you were ugly, why would you quit your job? I think my wife is getting more and more beautiful."

"Hmm, it seems like Xiao Ye is putting pressure on me. She's young and lively, a vibrant young woman; I can't compare to her." My wife's tone carried a hint of self-deprecation.

I quickly kissed her to comfort her, "Don't think like that. In my eyes, you'll always be beautiful."

"By the way, didn't you feel like we don't have enough time together? Xiao Ye's suggestion is good; you can help me, so we can be together every day." "Is

that okay?"

"Of course!" I knew my wife was worried it would affect my work. When Qian Han and I established the company rules, we made it clear that neither of us would use our positions for personal gain or put our relatives in the company. But Qian Han knew my wife was capable; he had tried to persuade her to work for us many times, but she had politely declined each time. Now that my wife is at work, I think he definitely won't have any objections.

My wife smiled slightly, "Okay, but you're not allowed to tell our daughter what happened today, or it'll be so embarrassing."

"Hehe, I won't tell. You two, mother and daughter, are truly cut from the same cloth. The daughter is jealous of her mother, and the mother is jealous of her daughter."

"What? Xiao Ye too...?" Seeing my wife's questioning look, I nodded and told her about what happened to Xiao Ye this morning. Unexpectedly, my wife smiled sweetly, "Then wouldn't I be so envious of her if I went to help you?"

Hearing my wife's playful words, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. The deep love that the mother and daughter had for me made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

"Hehe, what's there to be envious of? You two..." I pinched my wife's cheek. At this moment, she looked like a young girl, smiling happily.

"Old Lu, let me ask you, is making love with our daughter more comfortable than with me?" My wife suddenly asked this question, leaving me speechless. This mother and daughter! I am truly happy to the point of helplessness.

Seeing my silence, my wife continued, "Our daughter is young, and she's tighter down there than me. You must like her."

Sigh, women… I quickly interrupted her, "I like both of you. You've had children, after all. While you're not as tight as her, it has its own charm." Then, I recounted my comments about them that morning, which made my wife chuckle.

My wife snorted, "Still such a sweet talker. By the way, aren't you two careful? Acting like this in the office, what if someone finds out?"

"It's okay, the door was locked, the soundproofing is excellent, the windows were closed, and I cleaned up all the traces afterward." Afraid of worrying my wife, I quickly explained.

Seeing that my worries were gone, I pulled my wife back to the living room. Leaving our daughter behind for so long, I couldn't handle her causing trouble again.

Seeing us, our daughter stuck out her tongue, my wife beamed, and our daughter giggled, sandwiching me between the sofa. Little Ye was very well-behaved; she didn't ask any questions. I think she could tell that we had resolved things satisfactorily.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight, it's on me, to celebrate my beautiful wife working with me," I said with a grin, my arms around Ah Ning on my left and Xiao Ye on my right.

My wife and daughter naturally had no objections and happily agreed. When my daughter heard that my wife was going to work for me, she deliberately let out a long sigh and patted her chest, teasingly saying, "Now that Mom's watching over you, I can relax." This caused my wife and me to burst into laughter, and then Xiao Ye couldn't help but lean against my chest and giggle too.

That evening, the mother and daughter dressed up specially. My wife, following my suggestion, wore a new beige suit that showed off her slender figure; my daughter wore a white dress, looking like an angel who had just descended to earth.

Although the dinner was exquisite, with such beautiful women in front of me, my mind wasn't on the food. The meal was very pleasant. Before leaving, my daughter pointed to the waitress I had been staring at at noon and teased me, "Mom, is that the woman who made Dad lose his mind?" I tapped my daughter's forehead, and the family left the hotel laughing.

Back home, my wife was about to take off her high heels when I scooped her up and ran to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. She blushed and protested softly, "What are you doing? Xiao Ye is right here!"

I knew Xiao Ye was with us; we'd had our share of fun several times already, yet she was still so reserved.

Before I could speak, my daughter's voice rang out, "Daddy's being unfair, hugging Mommy but not me." My wife teased me with a smile, "Xiao Ye's jealous, go comfort her."

Two women—I was enjoying the best of both worlds, but this bliss wasn't so easy to enjoy. I had no choice but to stand up and hug my daughter again. Mother and daughter sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed, one side like a delicate daffodil, the other a ripe rose.

My daughter's legs were bare; I slightly lifted her ruffled skirt, pressing it against her thighs. Her smooth, delicate skin was flawless, her slender ankles leading to her petite lotus feet. The girl took off her socks so quickly after entering the room, her bare feet swinging playfully.

In contrast, my wife, in a beige suit skirt, revealed her knees after sitting down, wearing black stockings and black high heels, a stark contrast to the white skin beside her. My wife

's thighs were together, her calves slightly apart, exuding elegance and poise. The two of them, one still and one moving, complemented each other harmoniously, making me marvel at the wonders of creation.

"What are you daydreaming about?" my wife asked with a charming smile. My daughter chimed in, "Yes, Dad, what are you doing?"

I sat on the carpet, lost in thought, one hand caressing my daughter's jade-like legs, the other my wife's stockings—one hand on the resilient, youthful flesh, the other on the soft, delicate flesh of a mature woman. Looking up, both of them gazed at me with tender affection, their beauty captivating.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" my wife asked, shifting her legs. Her alluring expression could easily charm any man. I casually climbed up, squatted down, and reached my hand deep into my wife's skirt, grabbing her stockings and ripping them down forcefully.

A crisp tearing sound rang out, and my wife gently punched me with her delicate hand, crying out, "What are you doing? You've torn my stockings! You don't know how to cherish things!" My daughter laughed and called me a big pervert, more impatient than a monkey.

I had ripped the black stockings down to her ankles, leaving several red marks on her fair thighs. My wife's skin was delicate; even a light touch would leave a red mark, and these rough tugs made them stand out even more against her white skin.

"Does it hurt?" I lovingly touched the red marks, my hand gradually exploring deeper into her secret place.

"You're so naughty!" My wife slapped my hand, stood up, and straightened her clothes. "Okay, stop it. Look at the state I look in. I'm going to take a shower."

One of her legs was as white as snow, the other as black as charcoal. A silk scarf was wrapped around her white ankle, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped in her skirt, their beautiful curves making one's mind wander.

I leaned close to A-Ning's ear and whispered something. My wife blushed and muttered, "Always thinking of something good." Then she turned to leave.

"Mom, I'll shower with you." My daughter jumped up from the bed, took my wife's hand, and went out, giving me a flirtatious wink as she left.

I went downstairs to the bathroom, rinsed off, and returned to bed, waiting for the mother and daughter to emerge.

Thinking about what I had just said to my wife, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

A short while later, the mother and daughter came in, smiling and wearing their pajamas. The two women, their skin flushed after their bath, had damp hair cascading over their shoulders, exuding a delicate fragrance.

"Come sit down," I said, patting the sides of the bed. Since my encounter with Xiaoye, I'd changed the bed for easier sex; now, all three of us could sleep comfortably.

I was covered by a thin blanket, underneath which was completely naked. Seeing the two beauties fresh from their bath, I felt a surge of erection, a bulge clearly visible to the mother and daughter. Their eyes were glued to the bulge; my wife covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, while my daughter gave me a tongue-out smile.

"Alright, stop laughing. Seeing you like this and not getting aroused means there's something wrong with me. Come lie down next to me."

I closed my eyes, focusing on the women's fragrance in the air. I heard the soft rustling of clothes being removed, and soon, two smooth bodies were beside me. I reached out and touched both sides, instantly identifying my wife on the left and my daughter on the right by touch.

I shrank back slightly, my left hand reaching behind Ah Ning, finding my wife's anus. I gently poked her backside with my index finger, whispering with a chuckle, "Is it clean here?"

"You're so annoying," my wife muttered softly.

My daughter, however, couldn't resist climbing her legs onto my body. "What do you mean, 'clean'? What are you whispering about?"

"Hehe, I'll tell you." I whispered in my daughter's ear, but my wife grabbed my

hand. "Don't tell Xiao Ye, I'm so embarrassed." "What's the big deal? We'll do it anyway." After whispering a few words to my daughter, she looked bewildered, while my wife buried her face in my chest in embarrassment. I took the opportunity to roll over and pull her into my arms.

Sex is an art. If sex is like a painting, then flirting is an indispensable brush. Every woman has different erogenous zones. If you find them, you can make her lose control and enjoy pleasurable pleasure even before the actual act.

After twenty years of marriage, I knew every part of Ah Ning's body intimately. Kissing her, gently stroking her armpits, my wife trembled uncontrollably at my touch. Her

hot body, rapid breathing, dreamy eyes, and radiant cheeks—I had ignited her desire. She rubbed her jade-like legs together, moaning urgently, "Lu…faster…give it to me."

She pressed herself tightly against me, her soft breasts pressing against me, like a sandwich, creamy flesh overflowing between us. I continued to kiss and lick her, her rosy lips luscious, slightly parted, her pearly teeth releasing fragrant breath intermittently.

Suddenly, music started playing, like a downpour. I muttered, "Who is it? Really, calling at this hour." My wife clung to me, her face flushed, while my daughter nestled close to my other side, both gazing tenderly at me as I picked up the phone.

I checked the number; it was Qian Han. I had no choice but to chat with him, and also told him about my wife getting a job near me. Once the business was done, I naturally didn't waste any more time and hung up early, returning to my own world.

The few minutes on the phone brought me back to my usual state; the previous arousal was about to be rekindled. Fortunately, with my beautiful wife in my arms, regaining my excitement wasn't difficult.

I grasped my wife's breasts and slowly kneaded them. Although she was well-maintained, her age was undeniable, and her breasts weren't as firm as a young girl's, but the flesh was soft and delicate, like dough in my hands. The rosy nipples adorned her breasts, making me want to suckle them.

My wife's hands reached down to my crotch, gently stroking my penis, trying to restore its majestic appearance. My daughter was behind me; the little girl was quite obedient, her breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing up and down.

Love permeated the air, and at that moment, I felt as if I were immersed in a thousand-year-old wine cellar, even feeling drowsy. Damn the phone call! I quickly perked up, mentally coordinating with my wife's hands, the visual stimulation, and my sensory awareness finally awakened it.

I sat up, turning to my wife's side, and she obediently revealed her vulva. The petals were slightly open, the delicate red surface glistening with moisture; touching it, it was incredibly smooth.

My wife has sparse pubic hair, just a few strands clinging to the smooth, white skin on the outer edge of her vulva. The red edges are tinged with black, showing a mature weariness, but the inner part remains as rosy as a flower, undeniably beautiful.

"Haven't you seen enough after all these years? Hurry up!" my wife said coquettishly, but her words were tinged with joy, and her face beamed with happiness.

"Can't wait?" I chuckled, thrusting forward, my penis easily entering the battleground of twenty years.

"Mmm..." my wife moaned happily, her chest arching slightly—truly a sensitive body.

After a couple of quick thrusts, I paused at the entrance, gently grinding, then plunged in all the way. After several thrusts, my wife was moaning softly, even involuntarily arching her buttocks towards me each time I paused.

With our daughter beside her, my wife was naturally shy to speak, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide, hinting that I shouldn't torture her like this. Actually, my wife and I both knew that this method was the most effective at stimulating pleasure. The desire was so close, yet we couldn't enjoy it comfortably; this very feeling made each penetration even more intense.

My wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her delicate hands gripping my wrists tightly, forcing me to thrust rapidly.

Her vulva was overflowing with juice, as if it had been squeezed open. If it weren't for its stickiness, each thrust would have been a spray of fluid. Even so, our joined bodies were already sticky and sticky—truly a woman made of water!

Ah Ning's body writhed violently a few times, her chest rising before crashing heavily onto the bed, her skin flushed like the sunset. Suddenly, fluid overflowed from her chrysanthemum-like passage. I quickly withdrew, guiding the love juice towards the depths of her anus.

After her orgasm, my wife lay weakly on the bed. I rolled her over, bending her legs, her wrinkled vulva trembling, a pool of love juice already gathered in the small indentation.

My daughter watched curiously, and at my direction, helped me secure my wife's body. Oh… I penetrated her tight anus, the vaginal muscles in her rectum constantly writhing, expelling the invading foreign object.

So tight, so hot…

my wife moaned, clutching the pillowcase with both hands, her breasts swaying wildly. The greatest pleasure of anal sex is the sense of conquest, the satisfaction of a woman's wholehearted devotion, coupled with my wife's submissive posture, as a man, my desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

I had already tasted immense pleasure in her vagina, and I had only held back my urges by suppressing them. Now, with the visual impact and sensory stimulation, I released my pent-up desires, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.

Her red anus opened and closed, the sticky but not viscous semen slowly overflowing, lewd and erotic…

“Dad, I want some too…” Before I could recover, my daughter's arms wrapped around my shoulders. Sigh, this happiness tinged with helplessness, this helplessness in happiness... If things continue like this, I'll die on their bellies sooner or later...

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