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My mother died of cancer in the spring of my third year of middle school. After that, relatives and friends actively persuaded my father, who was in his early 40s, to remarry as soon as possible.
"If it's for Mariko, then fine. Mariko's opinion should be taken as your opinion on everything. As for me, as long as the person who marries her can take good care of Mariko, I have no objection."
I clearly remember that my father always answered like this.
For this reason, my aunt specially asked me to go out for a detailed discussion.
"Mariko! Tell the truth! Your words represent your father's feelings! How do you think?"
That's true. I was really stumped by the question.
For more than half a year since my mother passed away, my father, who is an office worker, has to get up at seven o'clock every morning and go out on time at eight o'clock in order to get to work before nine o'clock. In the morning, in addition to making breakfast himself, he also has to wake me up. My father's careful care has diluted my longing for my mother.
But every time I see my dad clumsily doing housework in the kitchen, I feel deeply.
"We really need a mother to take care of us."
Cooking dinner is my job, and when I am hesitant about what to make for dinner, I often call my father's office to ask him.
"What do you want to eat?"
Of course, I often call my father's workplace for other small matters. I shouldn't have disturbed my father's work like this, but I couldn't help asking, so I asked in the form of symbols.
"Let's have A tonight, okay?" This means, "We'll have fish tonight."
Or "I think eating B might be better than A, oh!" In other words, "Meat is better than fish."
Conversations like these finally became popular in my dad's company, and some people even envied our close relationship as father and daughter!
For me, I really don't want anyone to interfere in the intimate life between us father and daughter, so when my aunt talked about that matter again.
"Anyway, this life is good right now. I'll talk about that after I graduate from high school!"
I always answer my aunt like that.
My aunt always speaks from my father's perspective, and she always expects me to say OK!
"Mariko! Your father is only 42 years old. Besides, there are many things you don't understand. A 42-year-old man needs a woman."
"So! I'm responsible for making dinner, and after I come back from school, I'm also responsible for cleaning the house and doing the laundry! Aren't these things what women are supposed to do?"
After answering her like this, the aunt smiled and said:
"Mariko, women have more to do than just washing clothes, cooking and other household chores! A woman's body is also important..."
"You mean the body?"
"Yes! I'm talking about the body. If your father has women outside or goes to brothels to do that kind of thing, it's always not good. But asking him not to do it is a bit too much for a normal southerner who is only 42 years old."
My aunt was a little unable to continue, and there was nothing I could do except listen with a blushing face.
This was the first time I learned about the special functions of women, but I guess my dad didn’t want to do that with any woman other than my mom!
"But I can't stand bringing a woman from outside into the house, no matter what you say!"
"That's because you are still a pure girl. You don't understand your father's needs at all. Why don't you think from your father's perspective? Don't you feel sorry for your father?"
"Don't say that. I still think this is fine now."
After strongly opposing my aunt, I rushed out of the house crying. Why I am so sad, I don't know myself. The tears just kept flowing uncontrollably.
When I was walking home from a walk in the nearby park, I happened to see my father and my aunt talking in the living room.
Even though I knew it was wrong, I still went around to the window and listened secretly.
"I'm telling you! It's really unreasonable for you to talk to Mariko about this. If she can understand the man's position, then she's an adult. Besides, although it's a bit inconvenient for a family to have no woman, how can she understand these inconveniences!"
"This... I didn't expect..."
"Yes! She thinks that as long as washing clothes and cooking are women's jobs, oh! Actually, I really want to remarry, but I still give priority to Mariko's opinion. So I think there is probably nothing I can do about this matter."
"What a pity! They were married for only half a year before her husband died in a traffic accident. So she returned to her parents' home and helped out in the store run by her family. Such a beautiful woman is easy to get along with."
"Yeah! Just looking at the photo, I can tell he's a nice guy, but forget it! Please stop talking, I'm a little worried."
"Hey! Talk to Mariko again! If you really need it, just say it straight to the point! After all, she is your daughter, she should understand. As for the reply, just keep it to yourself! Think about it and talk about it later."
"Hmm... then... let's do this!"
Then, they chatted about a lot of irrelevant things.
Judging from the content of the conversation, my aunt had brought the photos to talk to my father when I was away.
So I didn't go home immediately. I quickly moved away from the window and went to the park to swim. I don't know how long it took before I slowly walked back home.
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The matter of remarrying was never mentioned again. My father never talked about it, and even my aunt, who often visited us, never mentioned it.
My aunt lives two stops down on the same tram line, and it only takes about twenty minutes to get to my house by bike. She also often cooks delicious dishes and shares them with us.
Since my father felt that it was inconvenient without a woman in the family, I learned to be like my mother did before. ． ． ． Help dad pour beer, or pick up his clothes when he comes out of the shower, etc. Of course, by doing this, I don’t feel like I’m serving my father at all, because this is what I should do.
When my aunt came again, my father kept praising me.
"I already have a new wife, she does everything for me! Look! She even ironed my yukata so neatly."
"Oh! This isn't easy!"
"That's not all! She also prepares beer for me every day, and changes my shirt every three days. It's hard to find a wife like this even if you have money!"
Seeing my father so happy, I was also very happy. This made me determined to make my father's life better and happier.
My aunt leaned close to my father's ear and said in a voice I could barely hear:
"That being said, I still can't sleep with you!"
When I heard their laughter, my head felt like it was electrocuted and my mind went blank. They thought no one heard it, but I accidentally heard it.
At night, when I was lying in bed, the words "stay with me", "stay with me" shot into my heart like sharp arrows, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Of course, I know what "staying with someone" means, and I also know that for men, this is a very happy thing. But I don’t know if it’s really that happy for women.
On TV or in movies, when a man forcibly enters a woman's body, most women look very uneasy. I think that feeling must be quite painful, and even when two people are making love to each other, the woman's expression is painful. The wrinkles between her brows showed that she was in great pain, but in order to make the man happy, she had to endure it.
However, I thought that if I could do what that woman did and make my father happy, and he would never mention remarriage again, I would be willing to endure it.
On May 3rd, in the middle of the night, a storm kept knocking on the window of my second-floor dormitory, and kept making shrill roars.
There are two rooms on the second floor, one is about three square meters, and the other is my dormitory, which is about two square meters. On the first floor there is a kitchen and a living room which also serves as a dining room. There is a sofa in the living room. Behind the living room there is a 3-square-meter bedroom and a Japanese-style room. There is a double bed for my parents in the bedroom. It is a very elegant and quiet bedroom, and now my father is lying alone on the large double bed to rest.
In order to realize the idea of "staying with someone", I had to do some considerations beforehand. If I suddenly said "staying with you", my father would be furious and ask, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Now that I have already chosen the time, the coming of the storm has made me more determined to do it.
Wearing floral bikini panties, of course a bra is unnecessary. I was famous for my big breasts in class, and the boys called me "Big Tits Mom" behind my back because they all wanted to suck my big breasts.
"Dad! Are you asleep? Dad!"
I knocked on my father's door and called out in a seductive voice.
It seemed that my father, who had come back from drinking outside and drank two bottles of beer, had fallen asleep.
(Humph! Don’t you want a woman? How can you sleep?)
I couldn't help but sulk.
This is on the first floor and there are no windows, so I can't feel the noise of the storm, but I am determined to wake up Dad.
"Hey! Dad, are you asleep? Or are you awake?"
"What's wrong, Mariko? What happened?!"
"Yes! It's Mariko! If not me, then who else could it be?"
"What's wrong?"
"The second floor is so scary. I can't sleep."
"Oh! It's a storm! I had no idea. The second floor is fine!"
"So that's it! It's not good at all, it's so scary, so scary that I can't sleep!"
"Really? Wait a minute!"
It's locked from the inside and can't be opened from the outside.
After the door opened, Dad looked at me sleepily.
"Sleep with me!"
Without waiting for my father to say a second word, I quickly passed by him and jumped onto the double bed.
At that time, I didn’t know what expression my father had on his face, because as soon as I got into bed, I crawled into the quilt and covered even my head.
"I see. I didn't know the wind was blowing so hard! There's no sound in this bedroom. It's hard to sleep in such a severe storm!"
Dad was talking to himself.
Despite my quick dive into the quilt, my father said nothing. But because "Storm" seems to give me permission to do so.
It seems like he is a little drunk! After Dad finished drinking the water, he smoked a cigarette alone in the dark. It was as if he had thought of something. Maybe this is what it means to be in perfect harmony with each other! Maybe dad has already sensed what I want to do!
But he might be thinking that I didn’t know about the secret he told my aunt last time! Could it be that this daughter, who is only in her first year of high school, is really so bold?
This daughter is much more mature than he thought! Dad didn't seem to notice this. Because in the minds of parents, they always treat their children as if they were elementary school students.
After a long time, judgment seemed to have fallen asleep in my father's heart. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes is not so unpleasant anymore.
Daddy finally went to bed, and I tried to force myself to press my "mom-level" breasts against his body, but I felt a little uncomfortable. Finally I did it, and seeing my father's hands panic and at a loss, that feeling was so pleasant.
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Am I a bad girl?
Am I the gentle and well-behaved daughter that my father imagined?
I did this just to stop my dad from thinking about getting married, and it's also a way for me to repay my dad's kindness.
The next course of action was a decision I made after fully and thoroughly observing my father's reaction.
On the night of the storm, my father no longer treated me as his daughter. In his subconscious, I was just a real woman. With this understanding, I began to plan my next step.
So about four days later, one night, I made up my mind as if I had jumped off the stage of Qingshui, and walked outside my father's bedroom.
"Dad! Are you asleep?"
I knocked on the door and called him loudly.
Dad hasn’t gone to bed yet, he’s probably reading a book! He opened the door for me as soon as I knocked.
I crossed my hands on my stomach, stood motionless in front of his door, and looked at him.
"What's wrong? Mariko, what happened?"
Dad put his arm around my shoulders and looked at my face carefully.
"My stomach aches... oh..."
"Oh! When did it start?"
"I took some medicine about an hour ago, but it didn't work."
"Where does it hurt?"
"Hmm... there... oh... it's here! It hurts a little, oh daddy! Rub it for me and see! Rubbing it warm might help..."
I was determined to do it, so I lay down on the bed without waiting for my father's answer, and started shouting "Oh...Oh..."
No parent in the world would watch their daughter suffer without doing anything, so I acted boldly.
"Do you really want to rub it?..."
Daddy, don’t you really want to rub it for me? snort! Why are you still being polite? Suddenly I felt a little dissatisfied.
So my father lay down next to me and put his hand near my stomach and started touching me.
"Oh... hurry up... rub it!"
I cried out coquettishly.
"What did you eat?"
"No! It's the same food as daddy! Ah... I feel comfortable like this..."
"It's not too cold, I guess. I'm freezing!"
"Hmm... I don't know either..."
Tonight I wore a loose bathrobe, tied it with a thin belt, and tied a knot in the front. I always tie the knot higher so that my father's hand is just below the knot.
"Please use more strength!
Dad, rubbing the city weakly like this won't be effective. You should use force like this. ． ． ． ． ． "
I put my hand on Dad's hand, pressing hard, so that Dad's hand was pushed inside the bathrobe. This was also part of my plan.
When my father's hand touched my skin, he suddenly paused, but I pretended nothing happened and continued to push his hand, letting him keep touching my skin.
Because of the constant stroking of the hands, the clothes gradually loosened, and as the clothes became loose, the entire lower abdomen was completely exposed.
"It hurts! Daddy, can you be a little harder?"
At this time, I had already taken my hands away, and Dad automatically continued to caress the skin near my stomach.
"Hmm... It doesn't seem to be there, it seems to be the whole abdomen! Let's check a wider area, because I can't be sure where it hurts."
"Call a doctor or send an ambulance! If it's a strange pain, the consequences will be disastrous. It would be better if your mother was here at this time."
Dad's face looked helpless.
"Hate it! Why send an ambulance? It's not as serious as you think. Daddy's hands are warm. Just caress them like this. Move closer."
"Is that so?"
Daddy's eyes must have seen the white panties underneath the bathrobe. I deliberately lifted my legs to make the bathrobe looser and more revealing my seductive white panties.
"Aren't you cold without any covering?"
As soon as my father finished speaking, I crawled into the quilt. Dad also felt my cold skin, so he crawled into the quilt and lay beside me.
I fought hard and gave it my all without hesitation.
It didn't hurt at all, but I lied and cried out "It hurts... It hurts..." It was the first time since I was born that the hand of the opposite sex (my father was the opposite sex to me after all) touched me like this, so I knew I was so nervous that I broke out in cold sweats.
My father seemed to have noticed it as well and asked me worriedly.
"Mariko is sweating from the pain."
"No... that's not the case. I feel much better now."
To make it easier for Dad's hands to move, I leaned my face against Dad's chest, leaving only my lower body, which was in underwear, exposed.
Dad used his left hand as a pillow and only used his right hand to stroke my belly. Me! What a courageous daughter, but for Daddy, for me,
I am determined to take my mother's place in everything, so I have no intention of stopping what I am doing now.
"Daddy, I think you're not touching the stomach. Try touching a little lower down!"
When my father's hand slid to my belly button, I incredibly let out an "Ah!" sound.
"Hmm... a little bit further down! Maybe the lower abdomen? Maybe the intestines, ah... yes, right there... feel it hard!"
Dad kept moving exactly as I instructed.
However, what I mean by "there" is the hairy "black forest" area below the belly button, that is, below the entire abdomen!
If Dad saw this place, he might stop moving forward, but fortunately, he couldn't see it because he was covered by the quilt.
Dad should be able to smell the fragrance of the silk essence in my hair! A book says that men will be attracted by the scent of this conditioner, and some people say, "That's the scent of womanhood."
I have spent a lot of time and energy on this plan. Now I am no longer Mariko, but a substitute for my dead mother.
My aunt, who often came to our house to persuade my father to remarry, often said:
"Really! Mariko is a carbon copy of her mother! Not only her face, but also her voice, her walking posture, everything is alike!"
My aunt describes me as being so much like my mother, my father must also wish to have someone like my mother to accompany him!
"Hmm... Daddy... It seems to hurt a little bit further down! Hmm... Please apply more force to this part!"
In order to make my dad go crazy sooner and to replace my mom sooner, I used my own hand to guide my dad's hand to the "mysterious black forest" area.
Now Dad's hands have truly covered this paradise.
I could feel the wind blowing on the pubic hair, and it was a different feeling, both thrilling and exciting.
"It's right here. Push it up from the bottom and see how it goes. Ah! No... um... just like that... push it up again and see how it goes...
oh. ． ． ． It turned out to be the intestines. "
At this time, Dad was not very brave to explore with his hands. From the hot air exhaled from his nose, I could feel that he had slowly developed the illusion that I was his mother.
"Yes! Now I am no longer your daughter Mariko, but your intimate other half!"
Dad's hand gradually invaded the pubic hair and was moving slowly down step by step. At this time, I pulled out my hand, and naturally placed it on Dad's waist and hugged him.
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Wow! Very comfortable! I finally realized that this feeling is not as painful as the women I saw on TV. It really feels good.
I don't feel any remorse at all.
At this moment, the person the father was holding was not Mariko but his imaginary mother. If I think so, why should I blame myself? I don't think it's necessary at all.
“Ah…Ah…”
I was so pleased that I couldn't help but moan sensually.
Dad's fingers came to the densest part of the pubic hair, as if he had suddenly fallen from a mountain into the bottom of a deep valley. At this moment, a lot of clear water immediately gushed out of the valley, and his fingers swam freely there.
I couldn't keep calm anymore, an electric-like pleasure filled my lower body and my waist started shaking.
I don't know when, Dad's finger increased from one to two, and it kept twitching at the bottom of the valley.
At this time, Dad seemed to have clearly decided on his attitude, so he took his left hand from the pillow and stroked my head and my ears.
When the finger is inserted into the hole in the ear, the comfortable pleasure makes people feel like they are electrocuted all over the body. I don’t know why this happens, but this feeling makes people feel like they are floating in the air.
The hands below were fiddling with the small hills at the bottom of the valley, and the pleasure from above and below flowed through the body like an electric current.
"Oh... Dad... Oh..."
I called out without thinking, and then I held on to Dad's body tightly, as if I would fall apart if I didn't.
"Oh... Mariko..."
Dad was calling my name too.
"Dad...oh..."
"Mariko... Mariko... Oh..."
Dad and I kept calling each other.
(From today on, Mariko will do everything for her mother.)
I thought so, but didn't say it out loud.
(So please don’t even think about bringing a new mother in!)
Although I didn't say these words out loud, even if I wanted to, no correct sound came out of my throat, only groans.
"Mm! Great! It's really great... Daddy... Mariko is really feeling great right now! Oh... It's great... Faster... Faster... Faster... Faster..."
"Here? Is it here? Good boy, Mariko is awesome... Oh... my lovely Mariko..."
"Dad... I... my belly is already healed... so you can do whatever you want! Mariko really loves daddy, you can do whatever you want, Mariko will always be yours, always be your wife."
"Mariko, you kid..."
The moment Dad pulled out his fingers and turned over, I became inexplicably excited.
After Dad turned over and sat up, he lay down again and moved his body back to my waist. Then he spread my legs, bent down and put his face close to there. ． ． ． My private area.
The yukata was not completely worn, so my chest, abdomen, and lower body were all exposed to my father's eyes. His right hand was caressing my big breasts that I was proud of.
When he squeezed my huge breasts, the pleasure surged up again, and at the same time, Daddy's mouth was just aimed at "there".
“Ah…Ah…Dad! What!…Dad! What are you doing!”
Dad didn't just want to kiss it like I imagined. In fact, he was fiddling with it and licking it vigorously.
oh. ． ． ． The tip of the tongue gradually entered the bottom of the valley. In this bottomless pit, the tip of the tongue was licking constantly, twitching back and forth. The beauty of that feeling is something I have never experienced since I was born.
Dad used his fingers to push aside the small hills on the left and right, revealing that small piece of flesh. Although I can't see this movement, I can imagine it.
After a while, Dad gently bit the hard ball of flesh with his teeth, then teased it with the tip of his tongue, and then sucked it.
I wanted to grab my father's body, but he was too far away and I couldn't reach him at all. I had to clench my fists to resist the constant spasms of the electric current. oh! The pleasure hit me in waves, and I was probably going crazy.
Later, I forgot whether what I was holding in my hand was a pillow or a quilt.
Dad repeated the same action while breathing hot and heavy.
"What's wrong...what's wrong..."
I really don’t know what will happen next time or what kind of fresh excitement will happen, so I can only ask casually.
When Daddy took his mouth away from there, he moved his body closer to mine.
(I will be Dad’s wife soon!)
That’s what I thought.
When Dad inserted his cock there, I was unexpectedly calm.
Now he is no longer my father, and I wonder how to address a woman as her husband after she gets married? And after I become Dad's wife, how should I call him? But I didn't shout anything.
Since I am not an ordinary bride, it seems that my father does not need any title for me! Just have sex with him.
(Sorry...) I don’t want him to say things like this to me. Just keep silent.
Now I am not only a wife and a daughter, but also a high school student.
Since that night, I have let my father hold me in his arms before sleeping every night, and my desire for sex is growing day by day. Recently, I have been asking my father to have sex with me.
"Okay? You really don't have homework to do?"
Looking at me who had already gone to bed and was waiting, my father always asked this question.
To make my father happy and also for my own desires. ． ． ． After having sex with my dad, I would go straight home after school and not go anywhere else. Then I quickly finished my homework, prepared dinner, poured beer and waited for my dad to come home.
Recently, my father doesn’t go out drinking or come home late at night. He has me in his heart. To me, he is a good husband and lover.
Dad would teach me from time to time the methods of intercourse and the secrets of lovemaking, etc. I also decided to be Dad's most charming and best wife.
As for getting married in the future, I have never thought about it once. I just happily play the roles of a high school student, a daughter, and a wife every day. |
