My Daughter's Happiness (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

(I) Days Without Women This is an unusual love story between a father and a daughter. Some people are always around you and have a very close relationship with you, but you will never think that she is the missing piece of the puzzle of your life. She was always there, but you never thought of her as filling that void. Because of conventions and prejudices, you would never put her into your picture. However, when the time comes, she breaks into your life by accident and fits right into that vacant position. The composition of your life changes from then on, changes dramatically. The person who changed my life is my only daughter, Min'er. In my middle-aged life full of worries, I use love to light up my cold and boring life. This is a love story about forbidden love. It was God's will and human wish that made my daughter my life partner. That year, my wife passed away and I spent a Christmas alone. My wife suffered from cancer for several years and passed away at the beginning of the year. She stopped suffering from physical pain, and I was relieved that I no longer had to take care of her at her bedside. It was a relief for both of us. After living with a woman for almost thirty years, once I lost her, I suddenly lost my support. People say that because a man cannot live without a woman to take care of his life, he will soon have a second spring. When my old wife was ill, she also told me that after she died, I should quickly find a woman to take care of me. She wouldn't mind if I remarried. Not only did she not mind, she even thought about me and went so far as to bring us together. I don't agree. My daughter is already married, so I have nothing to worry about. I haven't had sex with my wife in the past few years because she is frail and sickly, but I've gotten used to it. Life is not difficult without sex. There is a Filipino maid at home and someone to take care of the housework. I devoted myself to my career, turned my grief and anger into strength, and made great progress. The pain of losing his wife seemed to be gradually recovering. Until Christmas Eve, everyone left work early after lunch. Everyone has something to plan, but for me, this is the first time I’m spending the holidays alone since I got married. I said I am a gentleman, in other words, I don't have any bad habits except smoking and drinking beer. Go to get off work, come home, eat and sleep, life is that simple. I got off work early, too early, the bars were not open yet, so I stayed home alone and played Elvis Presley's movie "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" 》(Are You Lonesome Tonight?) vinyl record. The phone rang. It's Min'er calling. Since she got married, she has rarely been seen during the Christmas holidays, either attending a party or accompanying her husband on vacation. "Daddy, Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas." "Are you alone?" "Who else? Even Maria is on holiday. What about you? Where are you? Didn't you go out?" "Daddy, can I come to see you?" "Great, when will I come?" "Now." Min'er arrived soon. Min'er was standing in front of the door carrying a small suitcase, looking haggard. "Back from vacation? You're alone. Where's him?" Min'er shook her head in response to my series of questions. She looked around the house for Christmas decorations. Every year it was my wife who decorated the house. This year, Maria took out the Christmas tree without my telling her and placed it in a corner of the hall. She knew her wife did this every year. She walked over, lit up the string of flashing colored lights, and said, "After so many years, the Christmas tree is still there." "Yes, it's still there. Mom couldn't bear to throw it away." "My hometown is the same as before, but Mom is gone." These words were so sad, and it felt even more sad to say them on Christmas Eve. She looked around and sat down on the sofa next to me. Elvis sang the same old tune over and over again, and there was silence between us. Finally, she spoke. She said, Daddy, you're lonely enough, you don't need Elvis to remind you. It’s Christmas? Let’s listen to some seasonal songs. I remember you had some records... "White Christmas" by Bing Croby, Christmas hymns by the King's College Choir. She walked over to the record player, found a copy of Glenn Chapterbell's "I'll Be Home For Christmas," and put it on the turntable.

"On Christmas Eve I will return, To the place where my love lives. I will go home on Christmas Day. The journey is long, but I promise you, I will go home..." I nodded to show that I liked listening to this song. She came back to me, kicked off her high heels, put her legs on the sofa, and held her knees. She said, "Daddy. Are you alone? I thought you were going out." "Why are you going out alone on Christmas?" "It's nice to be home on Christmas Eve." I didn't know what to say. Glen Chapterbell finished his song and the living room was completely silent. The sound of the church choir singing carols came up from downstairs. She opened the window, looked out onto the street, and shouted Merry Christmas to the choir below. It's midnight. I said, "It's late, you should go home." "Daddy, can you take me in for a night?" "You look very worried, what happened?" "Daddy, I can't stand it anymore. He's having an affair." "Let Daddy stand up for you and talk to him." "No, let me calm down." My heart was broken. That guy, the day I walked into the church with Min'er and entrusted my daughter's lifelong happiness to him, he actually had an affair with other women. I lent my shoulder to my daughter, and she buried her head in my chest, leaned on me, and cried. I put my arms around her waist, patted her shoulders gently and comforted her. I suddenly felt how intimate and yet how distant we were. We are all wanderers in the same world, how warm it is to spend a Christmas together. I mourned alone the loss of my old wife, and was bitter about her infidelity with her husband. Over the years, I only focused on my career and never spent time with her. Even when her marriage was in trouble, I didn't encourage her. In this world, she and I are the closest people to each other. The Christmas carols in the street faded away, and we said nothing. a long time. Then, Min'er moved her breast away from my chest, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said: "Daddy, thank you for allowing me to come back." I said, "This is your home, you can come back anytime." She said, "Thank you." "You are so wronged, I will stand up for you and argue with him tomorrow." "No, let me think it over." "Okay, you are sleepy. Go to bed quickly." "What about you?" "You go to bed first. I'll drink one more bottle of beer before I go to bed." "I'll have a drink with you." I drank bottle after bottle, and she drank too. I can't remember my daughter drinking beer. Tell her, you should go to sleep first. "Don't drink too much," she said, pointing to the empty bottle on the coffee table. "The last bottle." "Then I'll go to sleep. I know you still miss your mother. But take care of yourself." Min'er kissed me, just like she did when she said goodnight to me when she was a child. But she stuck to my lips for a long time, which made me a little nervous. I retracted my head, avoided her kiss, and opened my mouth to speak, but my opened mouth touched her small mouth, which was a pair of beautiful lips. It was a sweet kiss, full of youth, which made me blush and feel hot. Min Er pulled away. When closing the door, he leaned his head out and said to me, "Daddy, thank you. Without you, I don't know where I would go." I couldn't help but burst into tears. Only then did I realize how worried I was about my daughter. But I haven't realized yet that my love is not just about giving birth to her, raising her, and taking care of her. Her sudden return gave me a wonderful feeling. She is an angel who became my daughter to relieve my loneliness. She came back and everything changed. That wonderful feeling secretly grew in my heart, like a seed, sown in our hearts, secretly sprouting and growing, and breaking through the ground. Share Share 0 Collection Collection 2 Support Support 3 Rating Rating

When my daughter came home, I felt mixed emotions.

A married daughter should not be with me. Even though the husband is terrible, he is still a husband and should go back sooner or later. But she came back and was by my side. Revitalize a lifeless home.

When you come home in the evening, there is a woman at home with a cooked meal waiting for you, just like when your wife was still in good health. Sometimes, I thought my wife was not dead. She is a younger version of her mother. Her features, gestures and voice are exactly like hers.

She didn't know how to cook, her mother always cooked and she just opened her mouth to eat. After getting married, I hired a Filipino maid to serve me. When did she learn to cook? What she didn't have to do at her husband's house, she would cook for her father's house instead.

"Daddy, how is it? Is it acceptable?" She brought the soup, stood beside me, and anxiously waited for my comments.

When I saw her expression, it was just like the way she showed me her report card when she was a child, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Daddy, what are you laughing at? I haven't seen you laugh in a long time."

Yes, I haven’t smiled for a long time. There is nothing to be happy about. After Min'er came back, it seemed like the happy days of the family of three were back.

"Min'er, you've become more cheerful now. Have you figured it out? When are you going back?"

"I figured it out early this morning and decided never to go back."

"Don't say never."

"Daddy, do you want to kick me out?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I just want to know what your plans are for the future?"

“I haven’t thought that far.”

"You can't stay at home all day. Young people need to go out and find friends and have fun."

"What about you? If you don't have a meeting tonight, you'll stay home. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Do you have a meeting?"

Company meetings are an excuse for men not to go home. I don't.

"Shall we go have a New Year's Eve dinner and watch the fireworks?"

"It's too late. They reserved the table early in the morning. How can there be a feast waiting for you?"

"Let me try."

Min'er called without even eating, and after a few tries, she finally found the address for her. The most expensive hotel in the city with the best sea view happened to have been canceled, so it was given to her.

"Dad, I've made a reservation. I have an appointment with you tomorrow."

So, my daughter and I had an appointment on New Year's Eve.

She doesn't need me to go home and pick her up. She went out in the morning to do her hair and buy an evening dress. At the appointed time, in the hotel lobby, among the scent of clothes, I saw a stunning beauty, wearing a see-through shawl and a low-cut off-shoulder evening gown with straps.

She stood gracefully, emitting a dazzling light, attracting the attention of all the men present. My worthless son-in-law is so blind. Where can you find a woman as outstanding as my daughter?

I was also stunned, and she smiled at me. I straightened my clothes and tie like a gentleman, let my daughter hold my arm, and walked into the restaurant.

Intoxicating wine, intoxicating music, intoxicating harbor night.

She smiled at me, her chest rising and falling slightly as she smiled. When the frizzy bangs were played up, a bare, fair arm was revealed. She cut the meat on the plate into small pieces, put them in her mouth, and looked at me while chewing. I also watched her mouth moving and the grease on her red lips. She wiped it with a napkin, took out a tube of lipstick and applied it behind the small mirror case. Then he said to me:

"Would you like to invite me to dance?"

I looked around and saw that there was no one on the dance floor. Get up, pick her up, and take her to the dance floor for the first dance. I was drunk and got very close to her. I felt her breath on my face, and the scent of the perfume on her neck touched my clothes.

There were more people on the dance floor. She said, "Dad, there are too many people here, let's go to our room."

"Room?" I was confused.

"We booked a room facing the sea to watch the fireworks. It has the best view in the city. There was also a bottle of incense waiting for us to taste."

"I still don't understand."

"This is included in your dinner order. Let's go, it's almost time for the fireworks."

Min'er held my hand and walked into the elevator. Through the glass curtain wall, the night view of Victoria Harbour slowly rose up. Min'er was leaning against me, wearing that long shawl.

What is my heart thinking about? What we are doing doesn't feel like a father and daughter going to watch fireworks, but more like an affair. But I have no intentions, I am a gentleman. We've both suffered a lot this year, so it's no sin to enjoy ourselves a little.

Min'er took me to open the door, or rather, I took her. She fished the key of the house from her little sequined purse and handed it to me. I opened the door, she walked in front and I followed her, and we entered our hotel room.

What will we do there? Of course, to watch the fireworks over Victoria Harbour! However, there are flames and desires hidden deep in our hearts that will explode and rise into the clouds in the sky the moment our bodies touch each other.

Waiting for the fireworks to launch, which have not yet been launched. We were alone in the hotel room, sitting side by side on a sofa in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sea. I asked her why the couple couldn't reconcile and whether she had ever thought about going back to her husband.

She said, no.

Why? After everyone calms down and makes peace, they can reconcile.

It's all your fault. You are such a good man, a good husband. You have never had an affair, and you have always been loyal to Mom and taken good care of her. Even during the years when Mom was sick and could not satisfy your physical needs, you never met other women. All men should be like you?

She asked me if what my mother said was true. There is no other woman except my mother.

I said no. Never.

She said that she couldn't accept her husband, who had slept with other women, touching her. She can't stand a man who is indecisive. Why can't men be like her father and be a good father and a good husband.

She could only confide in her mother about the setbacks in her marriage. But now she's gone, no one will listen to her anymore.

She cried and cried uncontrollably. I hugged her tightly, patted her bare shoulders and back gently, and comforted her, my poor daughter.

She said, Dad, thank goodness you let me stay, I don’t know how I would spend this Christmas and New Year. I have lost my home, and if you don’t take me in, no one will want me. "Don't cry, daughter."

I wiped away her tears, and she clung to me like when she was a child, lifting her legs and placing them on my thighs. Her breasts, which had been sticking out from her evening gown all night, pressed against my chest and embedded in my chest through her shirt. A faint fragrance wafted over from under her neck. The hand that comforted her accidentally pulled down the spaghetti strap, leaving her shoulders more exposed and sexier.

Yes, sexiness is a symbol of temptation. A father cannot look at his daughter in this way. Moreover, she is so helpless, weak and pathetic, throwing herself into your arms, asking for your comfort, and you think she is sexy like this.

The fireworks outside the window rose to the window, brilliant.

Min'er stopped sobbing and raised her beautiful, youthful face.

That awful guy was so blind that he didn't know how to cherish such a beautiful woman and ruined her.

That pitiful face looked up at me, her cherry lips slightly opening and closing, saying something that I couldn't hear and didn't understand.

Suddenly, she stood up, pulled up her skirt, sat astride my thighs, wrapped her arms around my neck, and faced me. Her breath was getting closer and closer, spraying on my face.

Her soft hands crawled over my body, unbuttoned my shirt, and said, "Look, my lipstick is on my collar. It doesn't look good. I'll take it off for you so you don't get it dirty."

"No thanks," I said, trying to stop her.

But I could only sit there, my heart beating faster, staring at her as she opened my shirt. Her hand went under my shirt and gently caressed my chest. Her hands were smooth and warm.

"Daddy, tell me honestly. Are you lonely? Tell me, I'm not an outsider."

"I……"

"I heard you. I'm lonely, and you're lonely too. Really? We're both lonely. Some say that if two lonely people are together and don't drive away each other's loneliness, they will both be even lonelier..."

I understand that a lonely heart needs a real woman to satisfy it. She was right. Her coming back and being by my side made me realize how lonely I was. If we didn't do something, ah, how terrible that loneliness would be!

She stood up and stood in front of the window, slowly taking off her low-cut evening dress, and the thin straps slid down her arms. Two beautiful breasts jumped out and bloomed like two fireworks. She turned around and took off her panties in a wonderful posture. She has a rounder and more perky butt than her mother's.

Others are not allowed to see it, only you can see it, my daddy, her lips moved slightly and she said softly.

Outside the window, fireworks rose and exploded one by one.

"Daddy, I know you're lonely, and I'm lonely too. Give it to me, I'm a woman, I have needs too."

My throat was dry and I couldn't speak.

She leaned down and put her mouth close to mine.

I took a deep breath. How could I push my daughter away at this moment and say no to her? I won't kiss you. It would break her heart.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. I was struggling in my heart whether to push her away, reject her, and tell her that we couldn't be together. Still love her and kiss her.

Finally, I kissed her. She refused to let me go and wanted me to kiss her lips until they were wet. Poor child, she needs someone who will treat her with kindness and care. She needs someone to love her.

She put my hand on her chest. It was the first time in several years that I touched those two sensitive lumps of flesh. I didn't dare to look. How could a gentleman like me be like this, doing these things with my own daughter in this room? These... things that shouldn't be done.

In the loneliness and confusion of the two of us, my daughter and I...we actually, regardless of the norms of morality and ethics, took off each other's coverings, returned to basics, and had physical relations.

How could a father treat his daughter like this?

Our sexual organs joined together and that's what happened next. Her body was burning hot, and my body was filled with an uncontrollable fire. We poured our overflowing lust into each other.

She led the way and made it easy for me to enter her grassy path. She was so empty, I came to fill it.

“Oh…ah…”

My daughter's cries and moans made me want to retreat. She frowned, closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and bit the corner of the pillow. I couldn't tell whether she was in pain or excited. At this moment, I wanted to jump off the cliff and pull my thing out of her little pussy. But it was too late, she was too tight and I was too deep, our two bodies were tightly connected and no one could separate us.

"Daddy, hold me tight. Daddy, give me, give me..."

I couldn't let go, and I couldn't stop. It was as if this body wasn't mine, rising and falling on her. Her tight vagina gave me the feeling of a woman that I had not felt for a long time. I cried for my own meanness. Min'er begged and cried. We cried as we made love.

I sank down, squeezing out the last drop of semen inside her, and slumped over my daughter's naked body. The fireworks outside the window were still bright, and then I heard her say in my ear:

"Daddy, I didn't think you would. You're better than I thought..."

I admit it's all my fault and I take responsibility.

Lonely person, there must be something missing in your life. You are looking for the missing piece of the puzzle.

Who is the one you need? It could be someone in your life who suddenly breaks into your loneliness, no matter who she is.

(3) When your daughter becomes your lover, you wake up, open your eyes, and see your daughter’s bright eyes smiling at you.

You were shocked to realize that it was an absurd night when father and daughter were having an affair. You thought it was a dream and hoped it had never happened. You couldn't believe that you would do such an immoral thing. But you did it, her naked body pressed against you in the quilt, her arms draped over your chest, her infinite attachment to you.

You have nowhere to escape and must face the consequences.

Your daughter didn't cry or make a fuss, she just smiled at you. I would rather she yelled loudly, I would know how to deal with it. I can kneel down and admit my mistake and scold myself. She was lying on her side, one hand supporting her cheek, the weight of her breasts making them droop and tremble slightly, the other hand was stroking your hair, saying:

"Daddy, you sleep like a baby. I just noticed that the top of your head is almost turning into a Mediterranean Sea."

I was able to be naked with my daughter in broad daylight, without any darkness or fireworks to cover my eyes. Her breasts approaching me forced me to look directly at her and confirm her existence. I needed to come to terms with what I had done, find a way out, and explain myself. I first had to cover up my ugly appearance. I looked around for clothes scattered on the carpet and sofa. I felt uncomfortable all over and stammered to her:

"Let's put on our clothes first..."

"I'll get you a bathrobe." said Min'er.

Min'er got up from the bed, her snow-white, dazzling skin naked, her two buttocks swaying up and down, making my eyes pop out. She went to the closet, put on a bathrobe, and brought another one to me.

As a father, my conditioned reflex towards my daughter's body should be to avoid it. But I couldn't miss this glimpse of the young body that had made love with me. I remember when the fireworks exploded, we crossed the boundaries of family ties and spent a beautiful night together.

She had no intention of avoiding it and sat down on the edge of the bed. My penis was erect again, and I felt it was sharper and stronger than when I entered her last night.

She said, "If you don't mind, we can have breakfast in bed. Today is New Year's Day, and you don't have to work. Can you check out later? We both need a little time... to talk. Isn't that right?"

I pretended not to understand, but the doorbell rang and our breakfast was delivered. Min'er pushed me off the bed and asked me to open the door. I tied my open bathrobe with my belt and went to open the door. The waiter pushed the food cart in the door and I quickly sent him away.

"Daddy, don't you want others to harass us? Hang up a sign that says 'Don't disturb'." Min'er reminded me.

In a situation like this, I wouldn't want anyone to knock on the door or run into our room. Although the hotel waiters didn't know about our relationship, they were used to it. When they saw the messy scene on the bed, they knew what we had done. This is a convenience provided by the hotel. A man and a woman paid such an expensive rent. Did they do it just to watch the fireworks?

Well, now Min'er is going to trap me in the room and I can't escape. I didn't know what she would do to me, and I had to face the full consequences of the mistake I had made. We have to face it sooner or later, so it's a good thing to talk it out early.

Breakfast in bed with the half-naked daughter I once violated. It was very cramped, the food was hard to swallow, and my punishment began.

Min'er sat cross-legged on the bed and ate bite by bite. The belt of her bathrobe was not tied tightly, allowing her breasts to pop out from inside. She didn't mind me seeing it at all.

The way she sat was like an exhibition of her lower body, her triangle area, in the most mysterious way, with her pubic mound, pubic hair and slightly open labia displayed in front of me at the most attractive angle. The wetness might be water that was not wiped dry after bathing or something else, it all depends on how I, as a father, imagine it.

I coughed dryly, which was a signal I used to give her, and she would guess my intention and adjust her behavior according to my wishes. This time, she looked over at me, smiled at me, and said:

"Daddy, your breakfast is cold, eat it quickly. Stop staring at me like that."

Oh, oh! I didn't stare, I just dared to peek.

It seems that the daughter is indeed a younger version of her mother, even her tone of voice, manner and expression are exactly the same.

She is young, yet somewhat worldly-wise, mature, yet acts like a spoiled little girl. She cares more about her attractiveness than her mother, which she shows by not caring about exposing herself or by intentionally giving a little teasing.

She never minded me looking and let me peek. In fact, she was telling me that she knew I was looking at her and welcomed me to look at her in this way. That was her confidence in herself: she knew that a woman's curves, the protruding parts and the sunken parts, would make men feel carsick. She has proven that her decent dad is not immune.

Moreover, her greatest confidence was that she caught the fault of an upright man and a good father, and made me sit at the bottom of the negotiation table and accept all the conditions.

And I have to get used to my daughter's attention, especially when she is staring at the beginning that has nowhere to hide.

Is she commenting on me? Or do you want to take advantage of it and get its service? Oh, the more I guess, the more uneasy I become. I am an older man after all, and sometimes, when you want it to work, it doesn't. Now, he didn't want to get an erection in front of his daughter, but it was unstoppable and it put up a tent, exposing his ugly appearance.

So what if we had sex and made love? The person you spent the night with is your daughter, so you always have to hide it. For the sake of courtesy or dignity, this evil tool had better keep a low profile.

I've had enough. If you don't scold me, I'll confess it myself.

I said, I'm sorry. I did something wrong last night. It's all my fault. I will take responsibility. She said, I knew you would say that to me. You are a responsible man, I am not worried.

"So, tell me, what do you want me to do to make up for my mistake?"

"I know you will think of me and treat me well in the future. I trust you."

Would she still trust a father who had violated her? I don't even trust myself. The best way is to stop living with her, but asking her to move out is even more inhumane. What can I imagine for her?

The original idea was to let Min'er stay. It is up to her whether she wants to reconcile with her husband or divorce and remarry. We live together and it's good for both of us to be companions.

We make big mistakes because we are lonely. Since we admit that everyone has the need for sex and we couldn't control ourselves and had sex once, there is no reason to deny that there will be a next time. If she doesn't mind, then isn't it a suitable arrangement? When she wants it, I have no reason to refuse her. The father and daughter are in perfect harmony with each other and comfort each other. Sometimes they even close the door and go to bed without disturbing others. Everything is just for convenience, no excuses needed...

However, next time...if there is a next time, how should we propose it? Who proposed it?

I'm delusional. I actually turned my guilt and self-blame into wild thoughts. For the next week, everything went on as usual, as if nothing had happened. How dare I mention that affair on the night of fireworks again? The accusation would be enough to ruin my reputation. Min'er was a married daughter who was temporarily living in her father's house, and we lived in peace.

Deep down, I was in a state of tension. I alerted myself and observed Min'er's behavior. I pay attention to all body language, even the lightest touch or the corners of the eyes, for any hints they may give me.

But no…

Maybe she regretted having sex with me and kept her distance from me. She might also change her attitude at any time and hold me accountable. Now is just the calm before the storm.

I should definitely suppress my desires and delusions about my daughter. The one-night stand on New Year's Eve was just a mistake made by two lonely hearts under the intoxication of alcohol...

I soon realized that if a woman can hold your "roots" in her hands, everything about you will be at her mercy and your emotions will be controlled by her. A few days later, one night, when we returned home, the Filipino maid Maria was gone.

"Daddy, I terminated the contract between you and Maria in advance. I compensated her and asked her to leave immediately today."

"Why? She's doing a good job and has been doing it for more than five years. Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"

"Isn't it for you?"

"I don't understand. What's the problem with her?"

"If you don't think she's a hindrance to you, I can ask her to come back right away."

"Can you just tell me?"

"I'll be frank. Tell me, what do you want to do most in your heart all day? You don't have to say it, everyone can see it. You are looking for opportunities to be alone with me every day. Do you want to be intimate with me? Tell me frankly, do you want to?"

My ears turned red as if they were burning, and I showed an eager look in front of my daughter. But what she said was the truth, and I didn't dare admit it and was too ashamed to speak out.

She continued face to face:

"You want to have sex with me in your own home, why do you have to be sneaky? Why do you have to look for opportunities? You are the master of your home, Maria is not.

You don't dare touch me, do you, because Maria is between us? Why don't you give me a kiss when we watch TV together? Because Maria could come out of the kitchen at any moment.

She rested and didn't dare to have sex with me. Do you know how loud I scream when I have sex? Do you want Maria to hear us making love?

In the morning, let her find me sleeping in your bed? When I was making your bed, I found the dirty towel we used to wipe our semen on, and my hair on your pillowcase?

What do you think she would say when she meets with her fellow villagers on Sunday when she has the day off? Describe in detail how we were intimate as father and daughter, how we made love, and spread it to the world with embellishments? "

Then I understood why Min'er was cold towards me, and the prerequisite for having sex with Min'er at home was to get rid of the other woman in the house. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Min Er, I thought you hated me."

"Daddy, I fired your workers and taught you to hate me. If you don't want to pay for Maria, I'll pay. As for the housework, I'll take care of it."

I think I was really obsessed and had such a ridiculous idea: I would pay any price as long as I could make love with Min'er.

"Money is not a problem, as long as you feel at ease. Housework is never done by my spoiled daughter. Hire a housekeeper and tell her you are the mistress. That will solve the problem."

I actually said such a dirty idea.

"That is to say, you agree."

"I agree. Now I realize how thoughtful you are."

"Look, there are only two of us at home now, isn't it much more spacious? It won't be a hindrance when doing things. How are you going to repay me? Tell me now."

She moved over and sat on my lap, smoothing my hair and caressing my face. I spread my arms and wrapped them around her slender waist. She hooked her arms around my neck and threw herself into my arms. Her breath gradually became closer to mine.

"From now on, I'll leave the household affairs to you."

"I will do anything for you. I know what your favorite dishes are since you were little. I can cook the dishes that your mother cooks. Besides, the weather is so cold, how miserable it is to sleep alone! I remember when I was a child, it was a north windy day, and I was still cold after sleeping for half the night. I ran to your room and crawled into your and your mother's bed to keep warm. Now I can lean on your shoulder, hug you, and sleep in your warm bed like before. What a happy feeling it is."

Then, I lifted her head with trembling hands and looked at her. Bring her little mouth up. I gave her a tentative kiss and she kissed me back passionately, and of course I could tell it was a demanding kiss, the signal I had been waiting for ten days.

I also became bolder and put her lips in my mouth, put my tongue into her mouth and entangled our tongues.

I lifted the hem of her skirt and touched her knees, and she didn't protest. I touched her breasts, and she didn't object either. So I realized that she was ready for me to give herself to her. I picked her up like a little girl, and she hooked her arms around my neck and let me carry her into my room.

She said, yes, ever since that night, she wanted to have sex again. It's been a long time since a man made love to her as gently as you did. I hope there are only the two of us in the world. Even if any disaster comes, we are not afraid. As long as there are only the two of us left, we can love each other forever. Mom is gone, she is lonely, there are only two of us left, you can do whatever you like, because she trusts you and knows that everything you do for her is good, because you are her good father...

I put her on my bed and kissed her passionately, ruffling her hair. I started to unbutton her clothes and she lay there quietly and let me take off her clothes and help me unbutton her bra.

The light in the room was dim, but her smooth body seemed to emit a dazzling light. I stripped her down to her underwear, then I looked at her naked body, completely willing to open it to me, and I took off my suit. When I took off my underwear and pointed my erect penis towards her, she lowered her eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed.

I like her reaction because if she looked at me instead of avoiding me, I would feel awkward. I was too embarrassed to let my daughter see me hard for her.

I got on the bed, crawled over to her and lay beside her, kissing her and caressing her breasts. When I touched them lightly, their nipples swelled.

I felt that I needed to find a reason to make love with her, so I thought I could praise her first, and said softly, when did you become so charming that daddy was obsessed with you.

Her face turned red. I couldn't remember whether her face was red when she and I first crossed the mountain pass on New Year's Eve. But I just love the blush on her face because I also blush. Having sex with my daughter is indeed not easy. It is easier than having sex with a girl I don't know, or even on our wedding night when she is a virgin and I am a virgin. I was not as nervous and timid as going to bed with my daughter again.

Min'er's performance in bed was also very erratic, as if she had not yet made up her mind to have sex with me. Every intimate action I took towards her was based on the assumption that she was willing, or even asking for it.

But she felt the need to cover her nakedness and hugged me tightly. I kissed her so passionately and touched her private parts right away. She seemed hesitant, turning her head away or twisting her lower body to avoid me, as if to let me know that she was not a lewd woman.

I slow down, kiss gently, caress softly. She stopped dodging and kissed me. I didn't pull her panties down immediately. Instead, I gently touched her labia through her panties and caressed her until she was wet.

Her whole body gradually became soft and felt hot to the touch, and I knew she was ready. I then made her completely naked and she lifted her hips to let me pull her panties down. She still hugged me, pressed close to me, not letting me look directly at her private parts. Of course, she had shown them to me when she was a child, and she was so reserved even when making love.

After all, Min'er is a woman with sexual experience. She is not afraid of having sex and she also knows the techniques of having sex. She began to transfer the pleasure to me with her little hands.

Then we both got into the mood and the intercourse went smoothly, as if we had done it many times before. I pressed her down, and she held my thing in her hand. With her guiding the way, it was easy to insert it. When I sank down and entered her body that was completely accepting, she moaned. We squirmed our bodies, looking for a rhythm that matched our movements, and soon we blended into one.

Her cries and my moans, in perfect harmony, reached a certain climax, and her moans became even louder without any hesitation. I remembered what she had just said and understood her painstaking arrangements. When I was ready to ejaculate, she raised her hips to receive it, and then let me sink down and push in, all the way, deeper than on New Year's Eve, staying inside her much longer. I saw her satisfied, half-shy face.

After I pulled out of her, she buried herself in my arms, gently stroked my chest, and said:

"Daddy, is this how you and Mommy make love?"

The memory of having sex with my late wife is a little fuzzy. How does it compare to having sex with your wife and daughter? It's really hard to say. I thought about it and said:

"why do you ask?"

“I hope I can do as well as my mom.”

"You and mom are both good. There are some differences, and I can't explain it right now. You react differently and have different sensitivities. You are two different people, so the feelings are different."

"Can you explain it more clearly? I'm curious and want to know more about you and mom." "It's hard to say about sex between husband and wife. We may have been husband and wife for a lifetime, and we have said everything. She doesn't talk during sex. She doesn't necessarily have to have sex completely naked like you do."

"You didn't strip her naked?"

"Actually, I didn't take off all my clothes. You don't have to get naked to have sex. We were a little old-school in bed."

"Will mom moan during sex? Will she moan loudly?"

"Did you hear me and her moaning when we made love?"

She thought about it and said, no. You can make love so quietly!

"We were all very quiet, there weren't many intense scenes."

"You're not talking either?"

"Yes, I rarely talk."

"But you have to speak! I want to hear you speak."

"What can I say?"

"What's in your heart. After making love, a man's words can touch your heart the most."

"I've never heard of that. All the nice things are said before sex."

"Then tell me something from your heart. For example, tell me what you are thinking about. You rarely tell others what is in your heart."

"Min Er, I have something to say. I've been worried for several days, and now I'm relieved."

"What are you worried about?"

"I was afraid you hated me. I thought you wanted to avoid me. I felt like I didn't know how to get along with you. But now I feel relieved."

"Daddy, yes, seeing you so worried and terrified, I can't help but laugh when I think of you."

“So, the truth is, I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

"Now you know."

"You should have told me what you wanted to arrange earlier."

Although the year is coming to an end, Min'er is not busy preparing for the New Year.

In the past, buying New Year’s goods? Vacation? I never have to take care of anything. This year, Min'er is the only woman in the family, so it is natural for her to be the head of the family. In just two months, she was already in charge of my daily life and diet.

Such as whether to travel during the Chinese New Year.

Min'er always likes to discuss some serious issues after making love. She thought that when two people were doing intimate things like sex and talking naked, they would be more honest.

In fact, I was so tired that I wanted to fall asleep immediately, but she would not allow me to sleep. She would lean on my chest like a dependent little bird, with our bodies intertwined, maintaining the residual warmth after sex, talking incessantly, and requiring me to respond very soberly. All the blood was injected into that thing, and my brain started to work slower.

"Daddy, it's New Year's Day, what do you want me to arrange?" It was the hostess's tone.

"I never thought about it. It was all arranged by your mother before."

"Are you planning to stay at home or go back to your hometown to visit grandma?"

"There was a funeral this year, so people who come to pay New Year's greetings are not allowed to go. When your mother was sick, I didn't go back to see her. And I don't know when you started to be reluctant to go with us. Grandma actually loves you very much, and I want to go back with you to see her."

"I'd rather die than go there. Those stinky toilets, mosquitoes bite my butt when I squat, and I can't poop. Have you ever thought about traveling with me? We haven't traveled together for a long time, can you take me on a trip during the New Year?"

I'm thinking. I miss my family more during every festival. My wife passed away and I live a lonely life. Spending the New Year at home will make you sad. You will feel lonely and the atmosphere will be bleak. If Min'er hadn't come back, I would have thought of returning home to see my mother. But Min Er is back and things are different.

Which relatives will come to pay New Year’s greetings? I am the only male in three generations. My family is not big and we all live in mainland China. My daughter and son-in-law are getting divorced, so only my aunt Suqin and the children will come.

It might be a good idea for Min'er and her father to leave Hong Kong, leave the crowded and annoying crowds, and go to a completely unfamiliar place, where we can open our arms, without any worries, and do whatever we want, just like a couple.

But I thought of Suqin.

When my wife was seriously ill, she deliberately brought me together with her sister Suqin, meaning to find someone to take care of me instead of her. In the past, many men wanted to take concubines, and some wives would bring their younger sisters in as concubines for their husbands. Sisters who share the same husband will not be jealous of each other and the benefits will not be wasted.

My aunt is a divorced woman. Her experience is pitiful. She is prettier than her elder sister and is the youngest daughter in the family. My wife told me that she had been pursued by men since she was thirteen or fourteen years old. In the end, she married a businessman and has a son and a daughter.

I originally thought it would have a good ending. Her husband's investment in the north failed and he was in debt, but she was still willing to pay all her private money. But later she found out that her husband had a woman in mainland China, and he admitted it with confidence.

In order to find out in what way she was inferior to that woman, she went to the mainland to find out for herself. As a result, she caught a man and three women stripping naked and sleeping together in her husband's bed. They were having a "uncovered party" that made her sick. Those women, apart from having big breasts and big butts, were all ugly.

Some men are so mean that they don’t cherish the best things they have.

Her wife was ill and had to undergo surgery, so she went to the hospital to visit her every day. I went home to recuperate, and she came over every day when I left for work. Still there when I get off work. After dinner, the Filipino maid Maria helped my wife back to her room to rest (she shared a room with me after my wife became ill so that Maria could be taken care of more easily at night). Before I could even put the cigarette between two fingers to my lips, she brought me a lighter and lit it for me. All night long, the two of us sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Divorced women are more coquettish. Every time I saw her, she always wore light makeup, with only her thin lips painted bright and rosy. She put on her lipstick, took out a cigarette, and asked me if it was okay. If I can smoke, why can't she? Why did you ask my permission?

She had a habit of raising her arms and pushing her clouds back, and she would apply perfume on her elbows, making her chest look straight. The nails on her fingers, which held the cigarette, were professionally manicured. When I put out the cigarette, she followed me, but seemed unaware until our hands touched the ashtray.

She used to sit near my bedroom, and whenever I looked towards the bedroom, her eyes would meet mine. The frequency of her smoking and exhaling increased immediately. I knew that if I walked towards her at that time, passed by her, and lightly brushed her arm with my fingertips, she would immediately put out her cigarette, get up, follow me into the room, take off her clothes, climb onto my bed and spread her legs.

She waited like this every night, like a call girl standing on a street corner. My sister acquiesced and just waited for my signal.

Haven't I been moved? If you haven't been moved, you're not a man.

A resentful woman is most likely to gain a man's love and sympathy, and is also the easiest woman to get. Her vicissitudes of life have taught her to be willing to be humble and please the man who appreciates her.

After all, there were many opportunities for a single man and a single woman to be in the same room, but he never went to bed with her. There is no way to explain why. It can be seen that my title of "gentleman" is not undeserved.

In the life, I encountered many sexual temptations, but I remained calm until Min'er came back into my life.

When I mentioned that my aunt and cousins ​​would be coming, Min'er responded immediately with her extremely keen woman's sense of touch.

"Daddy, I don't want her to come."

"Why don't you want to see her? She watched you grow up and has loved you since you were a child."

"Daddy, do you really want to see her?"

"no."

"Anyway, I don't want her to come. Can we go on vacation?"

I thought about it.

"Please, Daddy, let's consider this our honeymoon, okay?"

Honeymoon! What is it like to go on a honeymoon with your daughter? It’s a little hard to understand, but full of longing. That must have been a sweet and warm time when both parties were in love. However, what she said woke me up and brought me back to real life.

"As long as you haven't officially divorced, you are still someone's daughter-in-law in name. You should go back to your husband's family to pay New Year's greetings. Otherwise, people will say that I am an uneducated father."

"No. I hate them when I think of them. I want to travel. If you promise to take me on the trip, I will give you one more love right now."

She climbed on top of me and sat astride my thighs. After her love juice and my semen were mixed evenly in her little pussy, they slowly flowed out and formed a sticky adhesive that stuck her little butt to my thighs.

"No, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to do that."

I was a little timid about taking two cities in a row. My philosophy of making love is to do it once and for all. If I try again, I will be powerless. I don't remember ever having sex twice in one night. Even if it were my old wife, she wouldn't do it with me. She is more tired than me after doing it once.

"Daddy, do you not want to do it or are you afraid that you can't? If you want to do it, let's see what I can do." I couldn't say no, so I let Min'er hold my soft thing in her hands, gently rub it, kiss it, and chant like a spell: "You can, you can...if you love me."

I closed my eyes, concentrated my mind, and said to myself as if hypnotizing myself, you can do it, for my daughter. My daughter is so young and has a strong sexual desire. If one love is not enough for her, I will give her another one.

When she put my hands on her chest and asked me to press them and rub her firm breasts, I felt charged, and a life force flowed into my body from her firm breasts.

She whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, my love, it's erect. You can have sex again."

I didn't need to look, nor did she need to tell me. I could already feel all the blood in my body concentrated in that area below me. I kissed Min'er's little mouth and pressed this little beauty down. She held my "pointer", aimed it at her "eye", and inserted it. Warm, slippery, comfortable and fit.

"Daddy, you are so powerful. You came again, as powerful as a young man. Do you want to take me there, with you..." Then, she said in the softest voice, as if she didn't want anyone to eavesdrop, "Honey Moon." If Min'er believed her theory, men would be more honest after having sex. If she asked me about it, I would admit that I kind of wanted to meet her aunt who was so sweet to her bones. So I changed the topic to travel.

I had the chance to sleep with Suqin before, but I didn't seize it. I don't regret it. The lust at that time was not as strong as it is now. My wife is sick and has no mood to think about anything else. Ever since he had an incestuous relationship with Min'er, he had become more open-minded and was even thinking about sleeping with her and even considering her as his second wife.

However, I already have Min'er, and when I just finished making love with her, I thought of Suqin and actually felt a little guilty. One is my daughter and the other is my sister-in-law. It is a bit strange to put them together and think of them as sexual partners equally?

Now, my daughter and I have such an intimate physical connection that I feel as if I can understand her thoughts. She is different from her mother, Suqin is not her sister. She wouldn't give me and her little aunt any chance.

She is persistent and holds on to things that belong to her more and more tightly.

Indeed, it was getting tighter and tighter as I made love to her little pussy.

(5) My daughter has been hurt ever since Min-er proposed to go on a "honeymoon trip" with me. It touched the depths of my soul.

Ordinary life now has something to look forward to. I look at the calendar every day, count down, and recall scene after scene that seems to have happened before. On the beach of a small island in the Caribbean Sea, above the swaying coconut palm trees, a pair of shadows appear, walking together. I held Min'er's hand and left two lines of footprints. We stand still and embrace each other, lean over to support each other, or lean forward to kiss each other and snuggle side by side.

My daughter and I became lovers, freeing ourselves from all worldly entanglements and drinking the sweet wine of love.

I must admit that it was love, the love between a man and the woman he loved. If love can really make people's emotions naked and free, then the big and small things happening between Min'er and me now will make me uneasy. Because I still can't figure out what Min'er is thinking. I am willing to be her lifebuoy, holding her tightly when she is most lonely. But what about me, my own confidence?

The busyness before setting off on a trip does not interfere with my wandering thoughts. Another test awaited me.

In order to take a long New Year holiday, I have to work overtime every day to complete desk work, plus some New Year's Eve social events, which makes me even busier.

I told her that I would be busy before going out and what I would be busy with.

She said she understood.

She would take advantage of the fact that I was busy making arrangements for traveling, buying New Year's goods, and doing personal things.

It's her personal affairs that make me uneasy. One night, she still hadn't come home. I tried not to interfere in her life but I couldn't help but call her.

She said she was going "home". Her husband's family, the family where she said she and her husband had separated.

I asked her again when she would be back, and she said she was working on something and would be back when she was done. I would talk to her if she had anything to say.

What is there for her to do there? The cold war with your husband is over, you have reconciled, and you are even more passionate about sex after separation? Although I don't like this son-in-law, I always feel it's not decent for my daughter to get a divorce. If a man doesn't have an affair and wants a divorce every time he has an affair, most of the friends I know will have their families changed.

The gorilla was holding my violin, that’s what I thought when I handed my daughter to him. My demands have been lowered to the lowest level, just that beast treats her well, just like he treats me.

However, my daughter came home very late many nights. I have become accustomed to seeing her when I return home, seeing her smile, eating the food she cooks, and watching TV together. Occasionally, go to bed and have sex.

One night, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts and the remaining coffee in the cup was all gone. The TV was playing a late-night rerun of a show and I dozed off.

Two cold hands crawled up my face and woke me up.

"Are you back? Min'er, it's so late. It's very cold outside." I pinched the back of her hand to hold her back.

"I'm back. Let's go back to our room and sleep?"

"Wait for you to come back. What have you been busy with? I haven't seen you for several nights in a row."

"Daddy, don't worry about me. I have something to do."

"Can I help you?" This is the tone I used to use when I put a curfew on my daughter who came home late at night.

"Separation and divorce procedures."

"Have you really thought it through? There is no turning back after a divorce. In fact, as long as there is still love, and everyone is a little accommodating and sacrificing, any problem can be solved. Do you know how many years your mother and I have been together? This is how we live our lives."

"I've thought it through. I've already made up my mind."

"I respect your decision. I know a few lawyer friends. Would you like me to ask them for help?"

"No need, I'm an adult now, I know how to handle these things on my own."

"Will the procedures last until late at night?"

"Not really. I'm going back to collect my things."

"Come, let's have a good talk." I asked her to sit next to me. Seeing her tired face, I couldn't bear it.

I said, "You look haggard. Are you reluctant to leave him? Are you reluctant to leave your home? A night of love is worth a hundred nights of love!"

"No. But..." she said.

"My daughter, I understand. 'Let Go' is easier said than done."

"I met him, married him, and now we're finally breaking up. I only blame myself for not listening to your advice. But I will never go back."

"It's all in the past. You chose your own path, and I support you no matter what."

In fact, I opposed them at the beginning just based on my intuition as a father. All fathers in the world feel that no man is worthy of their little princess.

"Daddy, do you understand? I once loved him wholeheartedly. But... Daddy, I did hide some things from you, for fear that you would worry. Now I can tell you. The main reason I divorced him is that he is a pervert!" As he spoke, tears filled his eyes.

"What? How did he treat you?"

"He beat me when he was about to have sex. I felt pleasure when I screamed. He wanted to... tie me up... and hit me with a whip and asked me to do things I didn't want to do. I refused to do it, and he forced me. I resisted hard and didn't cooperate with him, so I went to find some women who were erratic and brought them to my bed..." Min'er said, gestured with her hands, indicating how to tie her hands and feet and how to whip her embarrassing treatment.

"What did you say? That guy is not a human being. He abused my sweetheart! Why didn't you tell me earlier so that I could stand up for you?"

I was so angry, my throat was dry and I couldn't speak. I clenched my fists. If I saw him now, I would smash his nose with one punch. I always thought he just had a third party, so he left room for them to get back together one day. It turns out that he had abused my daughter to such an extent. The gorilla in my heart is not hugging my violin, but stripping my daughter naked, playing with her in his hands in a very obscene way, and pressing her under him to trample on her.

"Daddy, how can I tell you? You can see with your eyes. When we made love, we were both naked. Didn't you see the scars on my body?"

How can I see no? When we were making love, Min'er didn't take off all her clothes for me. She was completely naked and let me touch and look at her. Now you tell her sorry that I didn't see her body clearly.

Or, dare not see too clearly. He didn't even notice anything wrong with his daughter's body. The lights were too dim. Yes, I turned off the lights before I dared to have sex with her. So exciting, yeah. I could only peek at her in the shadows and never dared to look directly at my daughter's naked body.

"Where is the scar?"

"A bruise here and a bruise there."

"Let me see. Did you hurt your wound during sex? If so, why didn't you cry out in pain?"

I pulled Min'er into my arms. I felt heartbroken after hearing her words and wanted to unbutton her shirt to see what was going on.

"Daddy, it's been a few months. It's gone."

I pulled her arm out of her sleeve and kissed her bare shoulders and neck, looking for any scars.

"My daughter, I am so heartbroken for you."

"He won't get a scar here. Everyone knows he beat his wife."

"Silly daughter, you are being bullied. You should come back earlier."

"Daddy, it's okay. I'm back. I remember you and mom always told me that I should fly away when I grow my wings, but you told me to remember that no matter where I fly to, if I encounter wind and rain, or if I get tired, there will always be a place for me at home."

“Yes, the birds have returned home.”

The daughter is tired. She rested her head on my lap like she did when she was a child, and I stroked her hair and bare back, looking for the scars and trying to comfort her.

How can I comfort you, my daughter? Protect you?

She suddenly raised her head and looked up at me and said, after all these things, I understand that happiness does not choose people, and you have to fight for your own happiness. After coming back, what did I feel was happiness? Someone who understands me and loves me no matter what.

I said, but I wasn’t careful enough, and I couldn’t even see that my daughter had suffered so much. I didn't know how to love my daughter.

Her eyes, which were full of grievance, brightened up, and she burst into laughter and said, "Daddy, you look so serious, it's scary."

"What? Shouldn't I be serious?"

She buried her head in my chest, took my hand and asked me to hug her waist, and whispered: "Am I not already under your love and care now?"

How should I take care of my daughter?

My love for her made me want to have sex with her right now? Show her how a man who loves her can be considerate and caring towards her.

A surge of blood rushed to my heart. That unworthy guy had made love with my daughter several times. I am willing to caress her with hundreds of caresses and heal her wounds with thousands of intercourses.

I chased her mouth and kissed her passionately, kneading her breasts like dough. She noticed that I was unusually excited and responded with a more passionate kiss. I lifted her dress, rolled it upwards, and kissed every exposed part of her body.

She did not avoid my touch. Her collar was open, and I reached in, caressing her smooth skin and holding her plump, firm breasts in my hands. I caressed every inch of her tender flesh that had been ravaged by that damned gorilla. I pressed her breasts, held the rise and fall of her breasts, and gently kneaded them, lifting her nipples for me.

She raised her face with a tired look, her eyelashes trembling and opening and closing, and saw my infinite pity and love. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of being loved. She fell into my arms, shifting her weight over to me, sinking into my chest.

She pulled up her shirt which was tucked at the hem of her skirt, and I reached in and hugged her slender waist there. She gradually became smaller and turned back into a little baby.

I couldn't control the urge to have sex with Miner, and the image of the gorilla holding my stripped daughter was lingering in my mind. I touched her thigh and my heart was pounding.

I lifted her skirt, she didn't cover herself up, I touched her, caressing back and forth between her warm and smooth buttocks. She lifted her legs high to show me her strappy high heels, and I took them off for her, then went back to the lubricated area of ​​her thighs and pulled her cotton panties down to her knees. Her labia flashed between her thighs under her skirt.

Give me a reason not to have sex with Min'er. After hearing about her playing SM with the gorilla, I felt hurt enough but I still wanted to continue indulging in incestuous love with her. This is not what a father should do to his daughter. But I couldn't find her because I felt Min'er needed me. Unless she rejects me.

Reject me? My desire is growing! If you refuse in the slightest, I will withdraw my greedy hand. If I insert my penis into your little pussy like this, it will stay there and I won't want to be unable to pull it out.

But my daughter did not reject me and threw herself into my arms. I helped her up and took her hand towards my bedroom. She stood up, looking dazed, and followed me.

The panties stuck below the knees slid down slowly as the legs moved and landed between the ankles like a pair of shackles. When I took off her dress, she was naked except for this pair of panties wrapped around her ankles. She pinched the panties between her toes and pulled them off, so that she could be completely open, allowing me to enter her and love her.

Daughter, why don’t you reject me? Why don't you say no?

6. The Mark of Love

She didn't reject me, but urged me on. She twisted her body under me, wrapped her legs around me, put her hands on my shoulders, her eyes rolled up to the sky, and arched her waist to withstand my wave after wave of excitement. I got angry thinking about that gorilla in bed with my daughter, beating her until her body was covered in red. Her moans became louder and louder, and her breathing became more rapid. Our bed was as warm as a stove. I used all my strength and pushed deep to the end. Her hands grabbed my arms and I came. Her lower abdomen and thighs were wet.

I held her tightly, maintaining the position when I ejaculated, and inserted it into her, connecting us together, and continuing to stir for a long time. I tied her tighter and tighter like a knot, as if I was afraid that the gorilla would snatch her, my daughter, from my arms.

After taking a breath for a while, and waiting for my penis to slip out, Miner gently pushed me away and said:

"Let go, you're suffocating me."

"Oh, sorry."

She turned over, pressed her breasts against me and said:

"Daddy, I have something to say. Do you want to listen?" Is it another serious topic?

"Speak up. You can ask for anything."

"Do you think a woman will blackmail you after having sex with you?"

"That's absolutely not what I meant."

But it is indeed a great opportunity to get something sweet from a man.

There is a historical opera called "Salome". Salome's proposal to the saint was rejected, so she danced a hot striptease full of sexual innuendos in front of her father King Herod, and won the heart of the man who had rejected her. Whether King Herod finally got what he wanted or not was clear to the audience without the need for it to be shown on stage.

"I just want to tell you that I now know that you love me more deeply than I thought."

"I..." I looked at her, opened my mouth but no sound came out. I couldn't believe my ears, but my heart felt so sweet. She has sex with me not just because she is lonely, she calls it "love". I no longer have to worry about her hating me in the future.

"Daddy, why don't you speak? Open your mouth and say something. Why don't you respond? Tell me how much you love me."

Her breasts pressed against my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. I have done love myself, and I don’t know how to say it.

Please forgive me for being such a mediocre and hypocritical father. My daughter has become my bed partner, but it is difficult for me to say "I love you" to her. Even though I can be eloquent in business matters, I am not good at expressing myself emotionally.

I haven't said "I love you" to my loved ones for a long time. The last time I said it was when my wife was dying. I was beside her bed, crying and holding her hand. I have made love with Min'er time and time again, listened to her talk about humiliation, and her words touched my soul. I don't know how I think of my daughter, but I have already possessed her body.

And I knew that if I didn't love her, I would be a beast. I have the courage to continue this relationship with her in bed, and she doesn't resist. If you love her, there's nothing to worry about.

Then, my throat became dry, and I mustered up the courage I had never had before and said to her straightforwardly:

"Min Er, you know, I have always loved you. But, I didn't know, I mean, I only realized now, just like you, that I love you so much."

"Daddy, you are a fool. You just say whatever others say."

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say I love you? Women are really hard to deal with. If you don't tell them you love them, they will think you don't love them. If you tell them, they won't believe you. What do you want me to do to make them believe you?"

"Seeing you're so nervous, it's not that I don't believe it. It's just that you're so bad at speaking. You need to practice more. Women love to hear a man tell them how much he loves her. Mom told me that when you were courting her, you didn't say many sweet words. I don't know why she married you."

"What else did she tell you?"

"She said, you're not very good at talking, but you're OK in bed."

"Did she really say that?" Her words really made me nervous.

"Daddy, she didn't say anything, I put the words in her mouth. If you don't say anything, people won't know what you're thinking. In the past, I thought you didn't love me because I could never meet your requirements and I suffered so much. But you didn't scold me at all."

"My daughter! You have suffered enough. How can I bear to scold you? I am only worried that I don't love you enough."

"Thank you, can you kiss me?"

We hugged and kissed each other again.

In the darkness, in the dim light from the foot of the wall, I saw tears in her eyes. She kissed me deeply on the mouth with tenderness and affection, instead of saying anything. His kiss is extremely sweet, like fine wine.

Women usually close their eyes when kissing, but I closed my eyes like the women I kissed before and let my daughter take the lead with her warm, moist kisses. When I wanted to kiss her a little longer and respond with a kiss from me, she stopped. I opened my eyes, changed my face, and said to me:

"Oil, your breath smells very bitter. If you don't quit smoking, don't touch me anymore." Her words touched my nerves again.

"That's easy. Just rinse your mouth before having sex."

"Daddy, the Hong Kong SAR government advises citizens that smoking is harmful to health."

"Having lived to this age, I am not afraid of death." That was my thought a while ago. Life is unpredictable. My wife passed away before me, and my daughter graduated from college and got married. I have no regrets when I die.

"Daddy, you are not afraid of death, but I am afraid of your death. What if you die and leave me behind?" She put her head on my shoulder, leaned against me, and said in a coquettish voice.

"Don't worry, the second half of my life has just begun, and I won't die so easily. In the past few months, we have been together, which is God's arrangement. But, seriously, you are still so young, there will be many good days waiting for you, and sooner or later you will get married again. Although Daddy is willing, he can't always be by your side."

"You're saying this again. I don't want to hear it. If you love me, take good care of yourself for me. I'm still so young. I want you to live and work until old age."

What a great saying: "Work until you die". The words are relevant and I understand what her daughter is thinking.

"I'll do whatever I can. I'll do it for you until I'm old."

I moved my hand to the groove between her buttocks and felt two moist little flaps of flesh and pubic hair stuck together. The small fleshy petals are swollen and slightly open, which is the state after having sex. I explored that little slit, scratched it, and rubbed it down, but didn't insert it. Her butt also twisted and contracted, but she didn't think it was a nuisance. I felt at ease and took another step forward, making love to her with my fingers for a while.

"So, did you agree?"

"What? You want me to do this until I'm old?"

I said this word particularly loudly because I began to feel that flirting in the boudoir was not so corny, and I would not suffer any loss if I said it to the person I loved.

"If you want to do it, you have to promise me to quit smoking."

"I don't have any addictions. Can I quit smoking later?"

"No. You must obey me. If you don't quit smoking, don't touch me."

"The price is too high."

"I didn't force you. It was your choice."

I had no bargaining power, so I could only insert two fingers into her pussy and thrust them deeply to strengthen my persuasiveness. But she moved her body away, dived into the bed, licked my nipples, belly button and penis with her little tongue, and held it in her mouth. The more I tried to stop her, the more she played around, blowing it up like a balloon.

"Min Er, don't. We have something serious to talk about."

"Daddy, you have to know that it's not easy to deal with me after I got into your bed. Didn't you say you would be responsible for me? You have two more mouths to feed." "Two mouths!"

Did I make her pregnant? I broke out in a sweat. That is a serious matter. It is extremely embarrassing to talk to my daughter about contraception for the sake of her sex life.

If you have sex with your daughter frequently, there is a chance of pregnancy with every ejaculation. I assume that since she is married, she should have eaten dumplings. What I’m afraid of is that if she doesn’t get pregnant and I get pregnant with my child, I’m not mentally prepared to be the father of my daughter’s child.

"Why are you so nervous? All women have two mouths, one at the bottom. Let me tell you, my sexual desire is extremely strong, so I'm telling you to take care." She became more and more naughty as she spoke, and started to play around in the bed.

I could only crawl into bed, cover my head with the goose down quilt that was stained with the smell of our lovemaking, and play with her. We, two worms, hid in the quilt, twisted into each other, like a pair of little siblings having a pillow fight on the bed. The difference was that we were both naked adults.

She specifically picked out my itchy spots to scratch, and clawed my armpits. I didn't fall for it either, and took the opportunity to satisfy my sexual desires, sucking her breasts and touching her butt. I chased her mouth and kissed her forcefully, but she refused. She turned her head away, pursed her lips, and shook her head to say no. If you don’t quit smoking, you can’t kiss me. You don't let me kiss me, but I still want to kiss you.

In the end, the chase on the bed turned into a physical fight.

Min'er is big, but he is no match for his father. I grabbed her, pushed her down and made her lie on the bed. She surrendered with a smile. I ordered her not to move. She closed her eyes and collapsed on the bed, really not resisting. I grabbed her plump buttocks and moved them back and forth. Min'er giggled and shook her hips. She couldn't have guessed that after gazing at the seductive curves of her back, I would choose one of the two hillocks under her buttocks and take a big bite of it.

"Oh, help! Daddy, you're serious." She rubbed her butt and cried out in pain, then punched my chest a few times with her pink fists.

That's right, I'm going to leave my mark on your ass. In the future, if that gorilla sells you to the female slave market, I will find you among the hundreds of naked buttocks on the auction table, recognize you by this tooth mark, and redeem you.

I blew into my palms and helped rub my daughter's delicate flesh.

7. The Secret Under the Bed

Before the trip, Min'er and I moved all her things back.

She discussed it with me. After the divorce, the apartment had to be sold and there was no place to put her things, so they all had to be thrown away. I suggested that she move everyone back. Now that my mom is gone, there's room in the closet in my room for her things. As I was thinking this, she moved all her things back.

Min'er felt that my tolerance towards her was a great favor. In fact, that was for my own good. After she moved into my room, our cohabitation relationship became stable.

That morning, a moving company was hired. I will accompany her back personally. That was the first time I entered her bedroom and helped her stuff all kinds of things into cardboard boxes. There were dozens of boxes in total, and I took them all back. She said that the unhappy life after marriage made her a shopaholic. The house is filled with clothes, shoes, handbags, accessories and sundries... Actually, I think every woman is like this.

After the movers had taken all the boxes away, I opened every drawer and closet for her to see if there was anything left behind. In addition to Min'er's things, I want to get to know the gorilla from their bedroom, broaden my horizons, and see the things he used to treat his daughter, such as whips, ropes, etc. As the daughter said, he moved out first and lived with another woman. The speculation that she came back here to reconcile with him was shattered. I looked through all the drawers and closets, and only some summer clothes were left. Those props, or should be called torture instruments, were all taken away by him, which made me a little disappointed.

Suddenly, I saw half of a bra exposed from under the bed. It has lace edges, a half-cup bra, and is made of black lace tulle. When you wear it, you can see your areola and nipples. I picked it up and saw that it was a famous brand designed by a famous designer and was actually quite tasteful. Imagine how sexy Min'er's breasts and her figure would be highlighted by this bra. After looking at it, I shook my head. If that was a gorilla sold and given to Min'er, it means he knew what was good and didn't waste Min'er's beautiful kidney lines. If Min'er chose him herself to increase sexual interest, she did have true feelings for this man.

"Do you want this?" I called out, waving her bra in the air.

She turned around and looked, then asked, "Where did you find it?"

I pointed under the bed.

She thought for a moment, asked me to take it, took it from my hand, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her handbag.

Then I understand. Min'er is not rejecting the pleasure of sex. Black lace and whips, she would gladly endure them, if there was still love.

"Can you help me check if there is anything else under the bed?" she said.

I lay on the ground, reached in, touched something, and tried to fish it out. There was a black leather eye mask and several pairs of women's panties. The T-back one was normal, one had a slit in the crotch, one was leopard print, one was a G-string, and there was also a pair of super mini leather briefs. There are also some pornographic magazines and movie discs that are too disgusting to look at.

The SM scene after scene played out on the bed in this room makes me sick. This place is a living hell for the daughter. The gorilla forces her to watch obscene things and wear strange clothes, turning her into a tool for his sexual gratification.

I put a pair of panties to my nose, tracing the last time they were worn on Min'er. How she would be blindfolded, tied up, and wearing those low-slung black leather briefs, with her ass lifted up to show her butt crack and the thin elastic band of her G-string panties that were as thin as a rope.

When the whip sounded, the daughter would kneel on the floor or bed like a lamb to be slaughtered... All these things recorded a sad and shameful history of the daughter. Min'er said some fragmentary fragments, but these things helped me reconstruct the situation at that time. Just as the Nazi concentration camp at Owitz remains a memorial to the Jews, I will never forget the humiliation my daughter suffered.

I turned around and took a look, Min'er was no longer in my sight, so I quickly stuffed these things into my trouser pockets. Then, he showed Min'er the leather briefs that couldn't be tucked into her pants.

She snatched it away with one hand and wanted to throw it into the trash.

I knew that the underwear touched her sorrow, so I pulled her closer, hugged her, and told her not to throw it away casually. People would see your private life in the trash, and this was something that you couldn't let your neighbors see. If you want to throw it away, throw it somewhere else and don't let anyone know it belongs to you. I took the black leather panties and she held them tightly in her hands, tugging at me and saying excitedly:

“I don’t want to see this stuff again.”

The kindest voice of her father said to her, "Yes, you don't want to remember those painful experiences. Let it go, Baby, let it go. Give this to me and let Daddy throw it away for you. Don't be afraid, I am with you. No one will hurt you. Everything is over, all over."

She nodded, leaned on my shoulder and cried.

As soon as her hands were free, she took it away. I whispered in her ear, give it to me, Baby, leave everything to me. You are my daughter, and I will take care of any difficulties she encounters. Her body relaxed, and I kissed her forehead gently. She raised her face, stood on tiptoes, and moved her mouth close to me, but paused, as if she was going through a mental barrier, then she climbed onto my neck and pulled my lips close to her.

I hugged her waist, supported her raised buttocks, and let her kiss me deeply.

"Daddy, it's a good thing you're here. Without you, I really don't know how to deal with those things."

I kissed her back and said, "It's all over. We won't be coming here again."

Min'er rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her hair and her face, comforted her with kind words, then my hand slid down, grabbed one of her breasts, and gently kneaded it. This is the comfort I can give her. And I have never treated a woman so gently and considerately, and never taken her feelings into consideration. Am I doing all this to allow Min'er and my relationship to continue? Should I keep her with me, or would I rather she find another man? I took her back, but why should I keep her?

I lifted Min'er's face again, looked at her features, and felt both pity and love for her. Then we kissed again, and I found that our kiss was a romantic feeling that made our sexual relationship and expectations for the future become one. Sex is no longer just a convenience, but the beginning of love. The sense of moral guilt makes me cling to her and pursue her even more desperately.

On her sweet, moist lips and between her teeth and cheeks, I poured out my thoughtfulness and unspeakable love for her. I thought that this is how all lovers should kiss, and I had a selfish thought: to make her my own. The gorilla had taken her so roughly, and I hated and envied him for making love with my daughter on that bed.

He was able to teach my daughter to put on that G-string for his enjoyment. His bed had brought my daughter joy and pain. As I kissed her, I slipped my hands under her skirt and caressed her butt, imagining how my hands would feel if she were wearing that G-string, those leather panties.

I looked over her shoulder and saw her bedroom, the big bed, and the mess. I really want to make love to her right now, in her bed, with her wearing those black leather panties. My chest was restless, my penis was erect, and it was so hard that I could make love to her on her bed. It was like an iron pillar, rubbing against Min'er's thighs.

She opened her eyes, raised them, and looked up at me, as if trying to figure out who was kissing her. I have never caressed her so hard.

I held her face and said, "Daughter, I want to kiss you, but you have to open your eyes and don't go up. Don't be shy. I want you to see who is kissing you. It's me, not someone else."

I kissed her gently, and she really didn't look at me. It was a very special feeling. When I kissed her passionately, she closed her eyes. My kiss became very gentle, and when I gently sucked her lips, her eyes opened again.

I sucked it and she sucked it too. I put her hand between my pants and told her straight away how much I needed her at that moment. When I unbuttoned most of her shirt and put my hand under her bra to touch her nipples, she pushed my hand away and said:

"Daddy, no."

"Min Er, don't you like me kissing you?"

"no."

I didn't listen to her words. I continued to hug her, kissed her more passionately, lifted her skirt, pressed my thighs against her hard, and rubbed against her. When I was about to take off one of her sleeves, she pushed me away and said no again.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you? What do you want? I don't want it." She said, turning her head away.

"Min'er...I think..." I was about to ask for sex.

"Let me go, the movers are waiting for us."

"Min Er, it will be quick and won't waste any time."

"Daddy, listen to me, I don't want to have sex here unless you rape me."

"Min Er, I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so impulsive and wanted to have you right away."

"Take me home. When have I ever refused you when you wanted to make love? Please understand that I can't make love on this bed, no matter who it is, because it reminds me of the past. Go home, make love on your own bed, you can do whatever you want, isn't it more comfortable and peaceful?"

"Yes. This is a sad place. Please don't blame me. I won't be so reckless with you again."

"Daddy, I'm worried about you, are you alright?" She was still in my arms, looking up at me, gently stroking my face and messy hair.

I took Min'er away from the place that was once her prison, and I wanted to give her a new life. I brought her back from that place to symbolize a beginning for us. She is officially my woman, the woman of my family.

As soon as the car stopped in the parking lot, I couldn't wait to kiss her, caress her, and explore my hands deep under her skirt and into her knees. I almost raped her in the car. When I say rape, I mean that she kept trying to break free from me and told me to stop. She said, what are you in such a hurry for? I'm home now, can't you wait a little longer?

In front of the house, the movers arrived first and were waiting. I had an impulse, and as soon as the movers put down the last box of things, I immediately stripped Min'er naked, and inserted my thing that was swollen like it was about to explode into her tight and slippery little hole on the floor, on the sofa, or anywhere else, and had sex with her right there.

As soon as the door was closed, I hugged her, kissed her, and began to unbutton her clothes. She held my hands and said:

"Daddy, not now. There are serious things to do. Things to do include putting my things away, tidying up our room, and preparing clothes for the trip. After settling in, let's take a bath, open a bottle of perfume, put on some music, and do it easily and comfortably. Is this okay, my dear lover?"

She stood on tiptoe, gave me a kiss, and then shook off my arms, smiling and saying to me:

"Sit down for a moment. I'll open a bottle of wine for you."

I finally sobered up after taking a big gulp of cold beer. When did I become so impatient? The thing in my pocket seemed to have a magical effect, making me lose my self-esteem and my dignity as a father. I could have pounced on her from behind, pushed her to the ground and raped her, and she wouldn't have refused me, but how would this behavior make me any different from the gorilla I hated?

So I sat on the bed, my arms folded across my chest, and watched her put our things together in a pair of Samsonite suitcases she had brought back.

When her mother was alive, she would pack my luggage for me personally whenever she went out. She decides for me what to bring on my trip. Min'er asked about everything, what should I bring? Where are the things placed? I think she won't have to ask again in the future. Because she took care of everything. After returning from the trip, she put all these things in that drawer as a punishment, and asked me to ask her.

As she opened the box and sorted out the things inside, she reminded me, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Tell Aunt Suqin not to come and pay New Year's greetings."

I responded to her perfunctorily, making phone calls in my room, and while I was at it, I secretly stored what I had collected in a locked drawer in my bedroom. She came in unexpectedly.

"Daddy, I have too many things and there is no room for them. What should I do?"

"Look at my mom's stuff, which ones are useful and which ones are useless."

Min'er carefully took out her mother's clothes, shoes, jewelry and other items one by one and looked at them carefully in her hands. Those things contained many of her warm memories and things that happened as she grew up. For some things she couldn’t remember, she would ask me, when? Where? Some of them even happened before she was born, and she seemed to feel that she had a part in them.

She moved all the stuff and put it neatly into boxes, labeling them. She asked me to stack them according to the numbers and put them in her room. Her house was already full of clutter, so she put it on her bed. It’s piled up like a small hill. She put her clothes and room items into the freed space.

The old wife has some dresses that she thinks fit her well, although they are old styles, but she keeps them in the closet. Her mother was two or three inches shorter than she was, but she could have lengthened her skirt or not minded it being a little shorter. Her waist is thinner than my mother's and can be tightened. She put them on her body for comparison and asked me to see if they look pretty.

"They are all beautiful, almost as beautiful as mom."

"That's about it?"

"As beautiful as her mother." What I didn't say was that she was even more charming than her mother at her most charming. She has a charm that draws my soul and makes me miss her when I can't see her.

"I am far from my mother. She is a good wife and a loving mother. Nothing I do is good."

"You are good at housework and cook delicious meals. But you just met the wrong person..."

She found a photo album containing old photos, from Min'er's birth to family photos in elementary school. There are her first nude photos, photos of her bathing in the bathtub when she was less than a year old and lying on the bed with her naked buttocks. Min'er was chubby when she was a child. When I was in fourth or fifth grade, I suddenly grew taller, and the fat on my body was redistributed to the front and back, becoming the lumps of flesh that I can't let go of today.

“Why don’t I have these photos?”

"After a long time, the film was lost." "Can you give it to me?" "You can take it after I die."

"You violated my human rights by taking nude photos of people without asking them?"

"It's okay. Baby's nude photos won't make people feel evil. They have a pure beauty."

"Promise me you won't show it to anyone else."

"Don't worry, I'm the only one who can see my daughter's beautiful naked body." I said, staring at her lustfully.

"If you look at others like this, who would believe you if you say you don't have a cult heart?" Min Er said.

"I can't believe you've grown up, and I still have the chance to see you without clothes?" He threw her on the bed and was about to take off her clothes when she moved away and said, "Wait until I change the sheets."

I don't understand why she changed the sheets, women have a lot of weird ideas. I watched anxiously as she changed the sheets to a new pattern. The mat was so heavy that she couldn't lift it, so she asked me to help her. We put new covers on the pillows, and when everything was ready, we sat facing each other on the bed.

I held up her face and looked at her carefully, she lowered her head shyly and asked me what was so good about an ugly duckling. I said, the ugly duckling when it was young will become a beautiful white swan when it grows up. She said, you always think that I am not good enough, that I am not good enough in study, and that the person I marry is not good enough. What's good about me?

I said, Min'er, my baby, you are a beautiful woman. She said: Really? I said: Yes. As I said that, I pulled her over, and she snuggled up to me, running onto my bed and sitting on my lap like when she was a child. I said: It turns out that my little girl has become a capable housewife. She is very capable. Look, in less than half a day, she has tidied our room.

She raised her hand and stroked my face. I moved her body towards me again, letting her breasts press against my chest, and kissed her cheek. While kissing, he lifted up her skirt, slid his hand under her skirt, and touched the deep part of her thighs. He climbed up and slowly lifted her skirt like a stage curtain, revealing her snow-white, slender legs and her small cotton panties piece by piece.

The bottom of her panties was also soaked, revealing her plump pubic mound and pubic hair faintly visible under the fabric. I imagined her putting on that transparent bra and thong for me, with that G-string that was as small as a slit.

I put my hand inside her panties and pulled it down a little, exposing her upper buttocks. She stood up and knelt on the bed, took off her panties and unhooked her skirt with quick movements. I helped her take off her blouse. The bra had already moved while I was caressing her breasts, so I pulled it off, revealing her breasts in front of my nose, swaying slightly.

I am so lucky that I can hold my grown-up baby in my arms who still acts like a baby. She unbuttoned my clothes, pulled down the zipper of my pants, and took out the erect thing. I remember saying that we both wanted to have sex, so we had to open a bottle of incense and drink it while having sex. I said in her ear, do you want some perfume? She said yes. The aroma of incense combined with the smell of our lovemaking reminded me of New Year's Eve.

She said there was balsamic and cheese in the freezer. But, I can't let her go. She said, can we have sex first and then burn incense to celebrate? What are you celebrating? Is sex a reason to celebrate? If it's done well.

Min'er unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, climbed up my thighs, took out the Optimus Prime, and inserted it into the slit of her little pussy. Her hips slowly sank down, swallowing my thing in her deep groove, and she sat on my thighs. Lift up both kidneys, expose the groins, pin the long hair back, tie it up, and tilt the head back.

Min'er's hips began to twist in circles, rubbing against my thighs, and her breathing became deeper. I held her waist and let her body rise and fall on my thighs, like the piston of an old pile driver. Min'er's breathing became faster and faster, her panting and moaning were cries of joy, and Meng Lang's cries... covered up the doorbell.

"Whatever? I'm about to cum."

When I ejaculated, Min'er hugged me tightly, not letting me loose, and contracted her vagina to hold me firmly.

The doorbell continued to ring. Min Er quickly wiped the love juice off my thighs and said:

"Go answer the door. Anyone who comes at this hour must be someone you know. Or someone important."

The doorbell rang continuously and urgently. In urging.

Damn it, I quickly got up, pulled up my pants, and went to see who the uninvited guest was. The person who came was Suqin, who brought a pair of young children with her. The public security guards once thought she was the new mistress of my house. She was a little surprised when she saw that my clothes were disheveled and there were kiss marks on my face and neck.

"Brother, am I disturbing you? You told me on the phone that you were going out, so I came all the way here to wish you a happy new year."

"I told you, no need to celebrate the New Year."

Since they are here, why not invite them in, because there are some secrets inside that cannot be told. Suqin was already peeking through the crack in the door to see what was going on inside, and her two little children had also come. Sending them away would be a mistake as it would only make her more suspicious.

So she came in and sat down in the living room, her old place. Say to me:

"How are you these days, brother?"

I said, "TOEFL," trying to hide my expression.

She said she heard me say I would go traveling. Have you been busy these past two months? Everyone said they were busy and wouldn't let her come, so she had to bring her children to pay New Year's greetings before the Chinese New Year to thank me for taking care of her.

So I asked my two children to wish me a happy new year and say some auspicious words. I stroked the two children's heads and said some encouraging words to them.

Suqin sat restlessly and looked around. I followed her gaze. She looked at her daughter's room and the pile of clutter and boxes on her bed. My bedroom door was closed, and she wanted to see through it and take a peek at what was inside.

I said, I'm sorry. I cleaned up at the end of the year and everything was in a mess. Min'er is back and staying for a few days.

She also noticed that I looked a little nervous, so she said, as soon as you call me, she would bring the two children to see you as soon as possible. I'm sorry for coming at an inopportune time without any prior arrangement.

It was a most inopportune visit, as he was making love with Min'er and reaching a climax.

She saw two suitcases, one large and one small, placed near the door. There are several pairs of high heels on the shoe rack at the door.

I said to her: Min'er and I are going out tomorrow.

Are you going together?

There was a question mark around her lips. From where she was sitting, she kept peering into Min'er's room. When my wife was seriously ill, I moved out of the master bedroom and slept there. There were some cardboard boxes in the room with their lids open, and inside the boxes were clothes for women to wear both inner and outer. At this moment, the bedroom door opened. She responded and looked over. There were some of her sister's belongings on the floor and bed, some in boxes. And there was a woman walking around...

Just as I was about to explain, Min'er came out of the room, dressed neatly with her hair still a little messy. Suqin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her, but she was still puzzled: What was she doing in my room and why did she come out just now? Miner came over, sat next to me, and smoothed her hair with her fingers. Suqin didn't dare to look at us directly, but tried to find clues on Min'er and my faces.

I seemed to feel that when her nostrils moved slightly, she smelled the scent of lovemaking on us. In fact, I also smell the mixture of our sweat, body odor and sperm and love fluid.

Min'er saw Suqin secretly looking at her, and she cleverly greeted her aunt and said some perfunctory words in a cold tone. I got up, went back to my bedroom and closed the door. But he came out again soon, holding a few red packets in his hands. He stuffed two into the hands of the cousins ​​and said, "The big one is from my uncle, and the small one is from my cousin."

Then he handed the two to Suqin, took one back and said, "This is the red envelope that Dad gave you."

Qin Su accepted it and thanked her children. She didn't expect to see Min'er at my house, nor did she think about giving out red envelopes, so she looked a little awkward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here. I'll make it up to you during the Chinese New Year."

"Didn't Daddy tell you? We won't be at home for the New Year. Daddy and I are going on a trip. When we get back in two weeks, the New Year will have passed, so Daddy asked me to hand out the red envelopes first. You know, Daddy has been very sad these days and is in no mood to socialize, so he asked me to accompany him on a boat trip to relax."

"He should have gone on a trip a long time ago. When your mother was sick, I often came to accompany your brother. It's easier for a woman to get by after her husband dies, but it's much harder for a man to be widowed... You don't know, but I also suggested traveling with your father. I'm single and have nothing to do, so I can always keep him company. But this is also good, you can accompany him."

"That's different. Your children are still young and need you to take care of them. How can you leave? I thank you for your kindness on behalf of Daddy. You can see that the house is a mess. We need to clean it up. We will leave early tomorrow morning. We have a lot of things to bring and we haven't packed them yet... I'm really sorry. I didn't know you would come so suddenly. I didn't clean the house well. I'm sorry for not hosting you well and I'm rude."

"We are all family, so there's no need to be so formal. I watched you grow up, get married, and find your own husband. Well...well, I won't keep you any longer. We'll just sit for a while and then leave."

"Yes! It's very late. My cousins ​​are still young, so they need to go to bed early. And we have to catch a flight before dawn tomorrow, so we have to go to bed early. Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't pour you tea when you came. I'll go get you a cup of tea."

"No thanks. We'll leave now."

Min'er quickly opened the door to see the guest off. Before leaving, Suqin went to my bedroom to take another look. I was also a little nervous, afraid that she would see any clues on our bed.

I patted Suqin's shoulder and told her to take care. She had more to say, but Min-er was stuck between us. Min'er squatted down and talked to her cousins ​​in a friendly manner, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into their hands, and kissed them on the face. I watched the three of them leave, feeling a little sad. My old wife also told me before she passed away that in addition to subsidizing their tuition and book fees, they actually needed a father.

The door is closed. Everything returned to calm.

We breathed a sigh of relief, and Min'er winked and looked towards the bedroom. I understand.

I went to the bedroom with incense and wine glass. The door was not closed and she was undressing in front of the bed. She knew I was peeping at her, but instead of avoiding me, she looked at me and smiled. I didn't pretend either. I moved closer to her, kissed her on the cheek, and offered my advice by helping her unbutton her bra from behind.

In the mirror of the closet, I could see the beautiful view of her breasts. When she saw me focusing on her figure, she lowered her eyes, blushed, covered her chest, and ran into the bathroom half-naked.

I was actually extremely tired, my whole body limp, and I lay sprawled out on the bed. Taking a sip of iced alcohol gives me an instant boost and keeps me awake. I put the wine glass on the bedside table, on which was a photo of me and my late wife. She was dressed elegantly and had a subtle smile on her face, but I felt that the scene was a bit jarring.

The absurdity of treating your daughter as a lover should not be seen by her. Feeling guilty, I said to her, I'm sorry, please forgive me. I can't explain my behavior and what happened with Min'er. I admit that I was addicted to the pleasure of incest, but I believe that my daughter was not harmed and that she did it voluntarily. But please don't watch it. I don't know if she can accept what I do. I hid the photos in a drawer.

When Min'er came back, she was wearing a soft and thin nightgown with the hem reaching her knees. She was sitting in front of his wife's dressing table brushing her hair, revealing a large section of her snow-white thighs. She looked back, her eyes sparkling.

After a long day, I will share a bed with her and talk. I would tell her how much I loved her and wanted to make love to her if I had the guts to say it. Many times I don't need to say anything, she just knows that I want her. I just pat the mattress and she comes over and climbs onto my bed. She lifted the quilt and crawled next to me, pressing her soft body against me and resting her head on my shoulder. I spread my arms and wrapped her in my arms.

"You're tired after a busy day," I said.

"You know we have so much to do, why did you ask her to come?"

Min'er spoke with complaint. If she hadn't come uninvited... and disturbed our wonderful time when our love was deep and our desire was running high, I might have been able to bring the cumulative climax to Min'er just now.

"I didn't ask her to come. I just told her I was going out as you told me, but she came anyway. You know what kind of person she is."

"I used to respect her and love her children. Ever since mom got sick, I felt that she was flirting with you, which made me hate her. If it wasn't for mom, I would have driven her away for you."

"We can't be rude to her. She's our elder and has two children. We are their closest relatives. And she has a miserable life. She's a pitiful woman..."

"Poor woman, my good father can't refuse. I'm just one of them. It seems that you came for her, right? Am I getting in your way?" She seemed annoyed, pushed me away, and turned her back to me. I ran after her, hugged her and said:

"What are you talking about? Ignore her. We still have some unfinished business, so let's enjoy some time alone. Come on, let's drink a glass of Xiang wine while it's still cold. Let's celebrate together..."

"Celebrating my divorce from that stinky man."

"Divorce is not something worth celebrating." But what I thought in my heart was different from what I said. It wasn't nice to talk about Min'er's husband in bed. I cannot accept the fact that my daughter is divorced and I think it is shameful, but I enjoy the benefits that her divorce has brought to me. Otherwise, how could I drink with her so intimately in the same bed.

"Yes, don't mention him. You can't drink expensive perfume for a bad man. Cheers to happy things, such as our happy vacation. Cheers to a good man, my good father. You are the only man left in the world."

She drank half and I drank half. She put her mouth close to me and kissed me actively. I kissed her too and tasted the fragrance of the wine in her mouth.

"Daddy, you're not only a good person, I find you cute."

"What?"

"Since morning, I saw that your thing was hard. It was erect all day, like a teenage boy." She took my thing in her hand through my underwear and rubbed it gently. Min'er's statement was very honest. I was like a little dog today and almost raped my daughter. I was embarrassed by my inappropriate behavior, so I changed the subject.

"I quit smoking, you know? I haven't smoked for a long time." I took this opportunity to blow a breath on her and kissed her mouth wildly. She pretended to be intoxicated.

"You are so good and obedient. Mom is right, you are the best man in the world. I have declared that you are not allowed to touch me until you quit smoking. Once you quit smoking, you can do whatever you want..."

She said she would let me do whatever I wanted, but she took the initiative, put her hands on my face, turned defense into offense, and kissed me passionately. Her tongue was like a little snake in my mouth, darting in and out, which made me crazy. What do I want to do?

I'm afraid I don't have the energy to make love. I didn't do anything but kiss her and caress her until we were both tired of kissing. Just as she said, my thing didn't actually go soft, I just didn't have the urge to do it again. She took it out and stuck it into her warm little pussy. It felt so good. We found a position where we could hold her in our arms, fuck her little cunt, and stay inside her without sliding out. Min'er was also tired and didn't ask for sex. I held her and slept with her, and she had no other requests.

My desire to completely possess Min'er continued to grow. Min'er and I shared the bed, our bodies intertwined, and she let me play with her breasts and caress her buttocks. What does a woman want at the end of the day? It's nothing more than a man who loves her, hugs her to sleep, tells her he loves her, and makes love to her. I don’t speculate whether there will be other men in the future who will love and care for her as much as I do. At this moment, I am the man she needs. She soon fell into a sound and peaceful sleep. In my mind, I felt that if she was not my daughter, I should treat her as my wife.

(9) Women have a Pansi Cave

In just over two months, things developed so quickly, it was like a dream. Min'er and he were like lovers in love, immersed in love. We no longer have any physical boundaries and dare to strip naked or take off each other's clothes in front of each other. I was like what Min'er said, like a teenager who was sexually excited all day long, and once I put my penis into her, I didn't want to stop. Stay inside her as long as you can.

I began to have the illusion that we had been in love for many years. Min'er is no longer shy about showing the most secret part of her body in front of me. I told her that I had seen that place a long time ago. When she was innocent, she was not afraid of me seeing it. I bathed her and changed her clothes for her out of fatherly feelings.

Suddenly, she hid her body. When I saw the whole thing again, it had become a mature and plump body. I don't know how she became plump in those places, but when she let me caress her and kiss her, I understood why she had to hide it before, because fathers also have evil thoughts about their daughters, and so do I, and I cannot deny it.

I seemed to have thrown off my restraints and indulged myself in an absurd and incestuous life. After all, he had such a transcendental relationship with his daughter. When my daughter had sex with me without any restraint, I felt a little guilty deep down. Why can she do that? He cannot conceal or control his lust and often blames himself. I believe every father who has done the same thing feels the same way.

Can you imagine it? Every time you put your hands on your daughter, unbuttoning her clothes and exposing her breasts, you feel your atrium there, your heart beating faster, pumping blood to your penis. She will unbutton your pants for you and see the lust you have for her.

Your ugly behavior is exposed, so you simply stop hiding it, because there is no excuse for the incestuous act you are about to commit with her. Your lips are pressed against your daughter's, and when your tongue sticks out and sucks your daughter's saliva, you will want to draw out her tongue and entwine it with hers. And that lingering passionate kiss went beyond the love between father and daughter.

You'll be amazed at how well you develop your daughter's body's sensitive areas, how you can touch her closely, arouse her responses, and make her unable to resist you. Then you can do some other foreplay, positioning her body or letting her guide you into her wet little hole as she pleases. Your thing is like a snake's tongue, exploring the shrinking and expanding flesh walls, piercing her deep inside, pursuing pleasure. And she will provide you with a steady supply of...

The source of desire that adds to your pleasure is the female body you are pressing on, a body that belongs to your daughter.

I hate myself for this weird behavior. And I actually enjoyed this abominable and shameful behavior! I have to admit that I have a split personality. I had an almost absurd idea. During our "honeymoon vacation", I would lock myself and Min'er in the cabin, without wearing any clothes, and face each other naked all day long, making love, making love, and making love. I vowed to make Min'er tired of seeing her naked body, caress her until she is bored, and make love to her until she is disgusted, just like the method used in Stanley Kubrick's movie "A Clockwork Orange" to treat the bad boy who committed incest with his sister.

Or maybe this way, I can stop having abnormal lust for my daughter's body.

Honeymoon trip, this is the purpose of our trip to the "Love Boat". After more than ten hours of flight, we finally got on board. In the cabin of the plane, Min'er seemed to have forgotten about her "honeymoon" and said nothing. I couldn't say it unless she spoke first. There is less to say and even less to do. Min'er put on her earphones and watched her favorite love story movie. I closed my eyes and rested, my mind full of bad thoughts about how to have intimate intercourse with her.

Probably because I had nothing to do, I reached out my hands to her side unruly, placed them on her knees, and rubbed them gently with my palms. She wasn't wearing stockings, so I felt direct contact with her body. Sometimes a woman's thighs look better without stockings, that is, if you lift her skirt inch by inch, her snow-white skin will glow in the dark.

Yes, the cabin lights were dimmed and most of the passengers were asleep or watching a movie. My palms circled on her round knees, and she was watching the show on the screen in front of her as if nothing had happened. I pushed upward gradually, and her knees parted slightly, making a way for me to go deeper. My hand could sail from there all the way to the end of the inner thigh, that unfathomable black hole.

If you want to get a girl, start by touching her thighs. She lets you touch her to show that she doesn't hate you. This is a strategy to test a girl's bottom line when you are a teenager. A girl who lets you touch her thigh may be willing to kiss you. Being willing to kiss means you don't mind caressing. After caressing the thighs, you can touch the breasts. After touching the breasts, you can further touch the genitals. But this trick is a bit boring to use on my daughter who has already slept with me. Even a self-proclaimed gentleman like me would find these boring things funny. This was the only entertainment I had on my trip.

As I was recounting this experience, a Hong Kong newspaper reported five cases of morality and ethics being tried in court on the same day. One of the cases involved a teacher with a family who touched the thigh of a woman sitting next to him on the bus twice. He was brought to justice and found guilty. So be careful when touching a woman's thigh and don't touch it casually.

When your daughter reaches a certain age, she will suddenly realize that her body belongs to her and that you are not allowed to touch it. If you touch it, you might be sued for molesting their daughter. So make it clear, if you are not in a romantic relationship, don't touch a woman's thigh.

We encountered strong air currents during the journey, and the flight was bumpy and restless. I stopped daydreaming and closed my eyes to rest. During this time, Suqin and her two children appeared in my mind...

Maybe, it should be Suqin who accompanies me on vacation. When my wife was seriously ill and wanted to leave, she was determined to bring me together. It seemed that everything in the world had its destiny. At that time, the goddess had the intention, but the king had no dream. The relationship between me and Suqin never started and ended in nothing. Suqin seemed to have given up pestering me.

I thought loneliness was not difficult to get rid of, but the sadness of losing my wife made me resist the idea of ​​remarrying. Soon, Min'er came back and revived my dead heart. I admit that my love experience is limited to being loyal to my wife, whom I married as a teenager. In the workplace, many women like mature and successful middle-aged men, and the sexual temptation is endless. But I am like Liu Xiahui, who can remain calm even when a woman sits on my lap, and it seems I have no chance with other women. As a result, his fame and reputation were shattered in the arms of his own daughter.

Judging from my current standards, if I can be a lover with my daughter, why not with Suqin? She is a woman who is tacitly approved by his wife and even introduced by her. How can she not do that? Why should she be made to feel so wronged? As soon as this thought came to her mind, she remembered how Min Er treated her last night, and she wanted to speak, but there was a bone stuck in her throat.

After waiting for Min Er to finish watching the movie, I hung up the phone and said to Min Er:

"Min Er, I have something to tell you." "What?"

"I think I should remind you. Suqin is your elder. She has loved you since you were a child. You seem to be hostile to her?"

"Hostility? No."

"But I can see that you were not very polite to her. She came to wish me a happy new year. Although she disturbed us, you shouldn't be so indifferent to her, as if we didn't welcome her."

"Are you saying this as the man who gave birth to me, or as the man who slept with me?"

"Shh! Be careful with your words." I looked warily at the passengers sitting next to me and in front and behind me in the aisle, fearing that the walls might have ears. As she said this, a heat rose up in her head and her face turned red, which she could see.

"Hey, Daddy, what are you afraid of? Do you want people to know who you love the most? You must not know who you are, and you need me to remind you. I have no hostility towards your sister-in-law, I just want to protect my daddy."

"Protect me?"

"Yes, to protect you. Anyone with eyes can see that she will not miss any opportunity to discharge electricity to you no matter what the occasion. Voltek is enough to take away the soul of any man. Unless you are interested in her and are willing to throw yourself into her Pansi Cave."

That’s too serious. But it's true. Women are like spider spirits that spin silk and weave webs to entangle, bind and trap men. It reminds me of the plot of the movie "Dune Girl", where a man falls into a trap in the sand dunes and is imprisoned by a woman as her sex slave, never to see the light of day... Terrible!

"No, no. That's not happening." I denied it hastily.

"Nothing? Didn't she get shocked? Women have a keen sense of touch in this regard. I can't hide what she wants to do and your behavior. I have no right to ask about the affairs of your elders. If you are interested in her, I will disappear immediately and will never ruin your good thing."

"Where did I say that?"

"Speaking of your happiness in the second half of your life." Her tone was very stubborn. She no longer looked at me, snorted... and continued to watch the next movie.

"My dear daughter, are you angry with me? I'm sorry, I was wrong. I take back everything I said." I took one of Min'er's hands and wrapped it in my hands. She didn't pull back, but for the rest of the way, she didn't look in my direction or answer me.

Trouble with my honeymoon. She taught me a lesson. Be careful when talking to girls. If you offend her in any way, she will make it right for you. I was afraid that she would continue to be in a stalemate with me, so I actually went on a trip with my daughter.

Despite bad weather and flight delays, we finally arrived at the dock on time. "Love Boat" is a luxurious hotel on the sea with all the necessary facilities on board. The ship's band played music on the deck and the crew lined up to greet them. After checking in at the counter, the waiter will deliver your luggage to your room. We were the last group to board the ship, and the cruise ship soon cast off. We stayed on the deck, watching the night sky of Miami Bay gradually fade away, and then went to our room.

Because of Min'er's words, we booked a "honeymoon suite". When the door opened, there was a bouquet of ninety-nine roses on the coffee table. She picked up the card I wrote and looked at it. The furnishings are deliberately arranged to create a romantic atmosphere. Double bed and double bathtub, and soft music.

I thought that when Min'er saw the roses I gave her, she would be so moved that she would shed tears and give me a kiss to thank me. So, it is natural to introduce the prologue to the bed scene on the boat. But she said she was hungry and wanted to go to the restaurant to eat something. And after a whole day's journey, I was exhausted.

We had our meal and toured the various equipment on board. From the moment we climbed the mountain and held her hand under an excuse, I never missed any opportunity to hold her hand. But when her hand is held in yours, you will feel that it is not too intimate, more like a father and daughter holding hands, and she is intentionally keeping a distance from you.

I had prepared for the worst, I had pissed her off and she wouldn't let me touch her again. The Ah Q spirit gives me a comfort. In the past two or three months, I have made love with Min'er a lot. How many fathers can have such a good fortune? It feels that their lives have not been lived in vain. If the honeymoon doesn't work out, we can still go on a father-daughter trip, as long as it makes Min'er happy...

You deserve it! Who told you to mention the third party on your honeymoon?

After dinner and a visit to the Love Boat, what else can we do?

I slumped down on the bed. Min'er opened the suitcase, took out clothes and belongings, sorted them out a little, and came over. Lying on his side beside me, with his chin propped up against me, he said to me:

"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Are you tired?"

"A little bit. People get tired easily when they get older."

"You're rarely this listless."

"Min Er, are you mad at me? I'm sorry, please forgive me for bringing up Su Qin."

"Ah, ah, Daddy, are you serious? You look so pitiful and cute, like a kid who has done something wrong admitting his mistake to me? How could I be mad at you? I just care about you."

"really?"

"Don't miss this moment, it's within our control. Let's just enjoy our time together." Min'er put her mouth close to mine, I put my arms around her shoulders and kissed her.

This kiss was like longing for clouds after a long drought. She sprinkled rain on me, making me feel refreshed. I became anxious and wanted to take off Min'er's clothes as soon as possible so that I could have sex with her. But Min'er pushed me away and whispered, "Go take a shower first, I want to give you a surprise."

I had hoped to take a bath with Min'er, but she pushed me into the bathroom. The waiter has prepared an aromatherapy spa bath for us.

I have begun to fantasize about the "surprise" that Min'er will give me. Would it be wearing the sexiest lingerie possible, like those thong panties and a sheer bra that shows most of your breasts? To be honest, I have never seen a woman having sex with me wearing any of these "outfits".

I thought maybe I could be a little more free tonight and get out of the bathtub, dry myself off, and walk out naked. When Min'er saw me walking towards her with my erect penis, she chuckled.

Min Er stroked my hair, kissed me on the forehead, and said:

"Daddy, can you wait for me? I'll be out soon."

Of course I could wait, lying naked on the bed with my penis swollen to its limit and pointing to the ceiling. His bare buttocks were exposed for his daughter to see, which was a demonstration to show that he could have an erection all day long. If she didn't want to make love more, she wouldn't have suggested a cruise. The thought of two people trapped on a boat with nothing to do except have sex was shameful, but I couldn't resist. And what does she think? Do you think the same thing while you're in the shower? Of course, it would be difficult to understand if we didn't think about having sex in such a situation.

So, while waiting, I was bored and imagined the erotic scenes of Min'er taking a shower in the bathroom, and the various situations in which they would have sex. I was indeed too honest. I didn't even go into the bathroom and was just daydreaming.

When Min'er came out of the bath, she was not dressed as seductively as I had imagined. She was wearing a pure white cotton camisole top on her upper body, and a matching pair of cotton triangle panties on her lower body. The panties were much smaller than any I had seen her wear before, and had a triangle piece of cloth in the front, tied below her waist with two thin ropes. But it wasn't a thong or a G-string, and I was a little disappointed.

However, whether she did it intentionally or in a hurry, she did not wipe the moisture off her body. The small vest stuck to her skin, revealing the lines of her body, especially the shape of her breasts and the two small dots on her nipples, all clearly visible, like a stele. The plump pubic mound of her lower body is slightly raised at the tip of the triangle, where her two plump labia and a thick tuft of dark pubic hair protect it.

I stretched out my arms and welcomed my lover's daughter into my arms. Her cotton vest and panties were another layer of skin against her body. I caressed her and rubbed every undulating hillock.

She told me, "Daddy, thank you for the roses. Ninety-nine. What does that mean?" I said, "Did you count them?"

"I counted them. When you were in the bathroom." "Ninety-nine, don't you understand? I hope we can be together forever."

"May we live long and share the beauty of life together, even though we are thousands of miles apart... Is that what you mean?"

"Min Er, I hope you understand my feelings."

"Daddy, thank you for taking me in."

"I'm sorry. I said something wrong and made you unhappy."

"What have you done to me?"

"Min Er, are you still angry with me for Su Qin's matter? I promise that in the future..."

"Don't mention her anymore. Do you want her to knock on our door right now, while we're having sex?"

"Of course not. She won't come. We can enjoy some time alone."

"Then don't mention her, especially when we're having sex, she'll kill my interest."

"Understood."

The sexual intercourse process begins. I kissed her all over her body, and the two little hillocks on the chest of her little vest were wet by my kisses. The same goes for the triangle of panties. Min'er felt that the fabrics were in the way, so she took them off herself and let me kiss her skin.

I started at her waist, just below her pubic bone, and traced an invisible G-string panty with my fingers. Around her waist, down from the crotch behind her, around the flesh between her anus and the small fleshy petals of her vagina, and at her labia, my fingers sank into it like a G-string, to a depth that a close-fitting G-string should be able to tighten around, rubbing against her vagina, right there, imagining her movements when she walks, rubbing against it again and again, using my fingers as G-strings.

Oh, Daddy, what are you doing? You are so bad. I'm just embarrassed...ah, don't go too fast, go slower. Yes, yes, just like that, don’t stop. That's it, I made love to my daughter's beautiful white little butt.

Min'er woke me up with a wet kiss on my lips.

The coffee was just beginning to boil, and its aroma was slightly covering up the smell of our lovemaking last night. Min'er was only wearing her underwear from last night. She was squatting at the head of the bed, staring at me.

"Daddy, wake up, the coffee is boiling."

That was great. I shouldn’t have opened my eyes and let her kiss me a little longer. I thought to myself.

Miner pulled me out of the bed, but I hugged her tightly and pulled her down. On the bed, he twisted and turned, captured her lips and bit them, hugged her tightly, and sucked the morning dew from her mouth. I rubbed her bare shoulders, breasts, and the large portion of her bare butt that could not be hidden by the cut of her panties, or was deliberately exposed, to capture the tenderness of last night.

I don't want to have sex again as soon as I open my eyes to prove that I'm still as good as ever. Last night I did it so well that Min'er begged me for mercy. There is no doubt about my love and consideration for her, and I will use caress to stimulate her sexual desire, watch her become more and more excited, and then give her the right depth of penetration. Understand that your daughter's marriage has failed and that she had trouble having sex in the past. Then when you are in bed with her, you will not take advantage of her and exploit her body like other men.

You would be willing to let the daughter who falls into your arms receive all your care and love, as well as the dignity and satisfaction of her sexual life.

However, I do have a curious desire for my honeymoon with my daughter - to upgrade our intimacy. In addition to taking off each other's clothes during sex, which is the foreplay of sex, it has now almost become a ritual. What about when you’re not having sex? Will she be naked in front of me without reservation, drink coffee, listen to music, and eat with me...

Or maybe this is just a delusion that only exists in my mind and is difficult to express. Say, daughter, do you dare to take off all your clothes in front of daddy and walk around and see for yourself? Or take away all her clothes and keep her in the room having sex? The most valuable thing about intimacy is that it comes naturally and voluntarily, without any sense of compulsion. There is no happiness in compulsion. I believe that Min'er, a young generation, is open-minded, and if she wants to do it, she will be able to do it.

Just when I had almost rolled up her small vest and pulled it off her head, she broke away from my embrace, pulled down her vest, hiding her already erect breasts, pressed her index finger against my mouth, and said:

"You are tired from making love. There are many fun places on the ship. Let's go find something to do after breakfast. I won't care if you stay in bed. If you don't leave, I will go by myself."

After she said that, I had to get up. And I want to set an example, or use a painful tactic, and stand up naked. The penis had become soft and was hanging down, swinging back and forth, making the butt feel cold, a bit like an exhibitionist.

Min'er turned her head and saw my naked body from the front. She stared at me, scanning me from bottom to top and then from top to bottom, as if she was doing an anatomical study on me. I don’t know how the courage I had to run out of the bathroom naked and with my head held high last night disappeared, as if I needed to explain to my daughter why I was naked. "I……"

"Daddy, are you looking for your underwear? Can't you see I've already put it on the bed for you?"

I shook my head, patted my forehead, scolded myself for being rash, and tried to smooth things over for myself. But I couldn't find my underwear on the bed.

"Where?"

"Can't you really see?" Min'er handed me a pair of small triangle panties that I ignored.

"Is it mine? I thought it was yours, the same as what you are wearing." In my eyes, there was no difference in the fabric and style of the panties. Miner took it from me, untied the elastic band, looked down at my empty crotch, squatted down, put it there to compare, and said:

"Are you sure? It's not mine, it's yours."

"It looks like a woman's."

"Daddy, haven't you seen it? This is Cavian Klein's unisex underwear series, there is no distinction between men and women. You have been wearing Hong Kong brand underwear, the Xingshi brand, for decades, which is too old-fashioned, so I bought you some new clothes for the New Year."

"Will it be a little smaller?"

"Believe me, it fits. The fabric is elastic, and these styles won't look good if you size up. You'll know once you try them on." She turned up her pants, checked the size, and said to me with certainty.

After Min'er moved the panties away, my little thing was only a few inches away from her nose tip. She saw with her own eyes that the little thing was like a shape-shifting doctor. In just a few words, it suddenly swelled up and rose towards her.

It was an extremely indecent appearance, but I couldn't help it.

"It's okay for your thing to be this big. But if it gets any bigger, I don't know." I stood there like a statue, letting my daughter appreciate my penis. In her eyes, is my penis big enough? She didn't say anything else, and seemed to have no great interest in that thing. She didn't touch her, nor did she pick it up to kiss it, or put it in her mouth to lick it like a popsicle, and then asked me to fuck her. I would feel better if she did that.

I have always been skeptical about the "phallus worship theory", but now I am convinced that it is untenable. That is to say, when a woman sees a man's big penis, she will be aroused and surrender to him. I advise you not to force it on your daughter. She will either be afraid of you or despise you. It won't work if you already have a deeper relationship with her like we did.

Imagine standing in front of your daughter, with your butt naked and your penis dangling here and there with nowhere to go. Unless you want to rape her or force her to give you oral sex, you can only pretend to be calm and put on the underwear in front of her to cover up your embarrassment.

My daughter stared at me putting on my underwear. She was not embarrassed at all. She seemed to want to make sure that I put on the underwear she bought. Then she said in an appreciative tone:

"Be good, look at yourself in the mirror. It's not difficult for you. It will make you look more handsome when you put it on." Her little hand pinched the bulge wrapped in the crotch of the panties, completely disregarding the dignity of me, her daddy. I was afraid she would stare at my new underwear again, so I quickly put on my clothes. And urged her to get dressed and find a show.

What is there to do on a luxury cruise ship vacation? There are all kinds of entertainment venues and recreational facilities on board. It's nothing more than eating, drinking and having fun. After overeating, there are fitness equipment for guests to lose weight. At night, there are nightclubs, lounges, discos, and performances that are extremely entertaining, such as the French "Madrid Dance Company", and there is also a casino where you can try your luck. What about during the day? Where to go? They all ran to the deck, facing the boundless sky and sea, meditating, basking in the sun, and reading novels. Or jump in the pool and swim.

Is she my daughter? She was well-educated at home and always followed the rules, and she never wore such revealing clothes.

Min'er didn't seem to notice that I was displeased. She lay down on the beach bed, unhooked her bra, and asked me to apply sunscreen on her completely naked back.

"Min'er, are you wearing too little?" I couldn't help but speak with a stern face again. The next sentence that was not said was that a good girl would not be like this.

"I thought you would like it, so I bought it especially for you." I admit that I like it. I have already had the most intimate physical contact with my daughter. Who would believe you if you said you don't like her showing her body to you? You were just in the room, peeking at her changing in the bathroom, and thought she was beautiful. However, no father would be willing to expose his daughter's almost naked body in public for everyone to see.

"I don't understand. You seem to be wearing something more revealing than underwear."

"You really don't understand. This is the latest model this year. Anyone who knows the goods can tell the difference."

"I always felt it was too revealing and inappropriate."

"Everyone is sunbathing. Look around."

Indeed, on the deck were being exhibited swimsuits designed with great painstaking effort by famous designers that could fully expose the female body, for both men and women. The shimmering waves and the shadows of buttocks are a feast for the eyes. Not far from me, there was a blonde girl with a nice figure. Her bra was also unhooked. When she moved her body and reached out to get a drink, her large breasts were exposed in my sight.

When I was applying oil to Min'er's buttocks, I was very careful and considerate to apply it to the outside of her breasts and the parts that were not covered by her swimming trunks, even the butt crack and the inside of her swimming trunks. Several pairs of eyes, under the cover of sunglasses, looked directly at Min'er.

You look at the breasts of other people's daughters and wives, and others look at your daughter's naked back and buttocks. I have nothing to say. I always feel that I'm at a disadvantage because she is the most outstanding and receives the most envious attention. Never mind, just look if you like. This feast for the eyes will get you tired.

So, I concentrated on applying oil to her, massaging her, and doing her a good job. Perhaps, among those envious eyes, there is some glory belonging to me, that a beautiful woman with a hot body can expose her back for me to caress. Yes, it was a caress. What I do, I know.

In fact, taking a cruise vacation is more suitable for middle-aged people like me because there is no tight schedule. The voyage passed through several small islands in the Caribbean, where we stopped for sightseeing and spent most of the time sailing on the sea. Min'er and I don't distinguish between day and night. We eat when we want to eat, make love when we want to make love, and sleep when we want to sleep. We live a leisurely life. Later that day, the midday sun was too hot, so I took Min'er's hand, brought the scent of sunshine and sea breeze back to our room, and went to make love.

Her super sexy swimsuit was nothing but a draw, so I took it off myself and exposed the parts that were not to be seen. Her breasts and crotch area were still fair, contrasting with her tanned skin, as if she was wearing the same style of swimsuit but transparent. The dark pubic hair and two dark nipples form an attractive geometric shape.

The spectators on the deck had no chance to enjoy it, so I became like an Ah Q. Of course, Min'er is my greatest comfort and being able to have sex with her. As I held her, kissed her, caressed her and penetrated deep within her I began to believe that this was real and that she was real.

Lazy afternoons, lying in bed with my good girl, making endless love, crossing the Atlantic Ocean to the Caribbean Sea, this is our honeymoon vacation. You ask me, is there anything exciting to say? My experience is that when having sex every day, whether it is Valentine's Day or not, you should have sex with a normal mind. Do with your daughter's lover what men and women do in bed. It's just so ordinary, like life. I tell you, if you can live like this, you should be content.

Want passion? Yes, but you have to look at the price tag first, it has a price. That will be analyzed next time.

That father doesn't expect his daughter to be a good girl? The exception is fathers who have sex with their daughters.

Outside, you ask her to be a good girl and behave herself. When she closes the door and is intimate with you, you would like her to become bad, even become bad in your hands. If a girl isn't a bad girl, her father won't sleep with her, right? The badder a girl is, the cuter she is in bed. Do you understand? This is the father's contradiction.

My daughter was always a good girl until she left home for college and stopped obeying her parents. I never minded her past. If she hadn't gone through those rough roads, she wouldn't have come back to me. After all, you are her own flesh and blood. Even if she met the wrong man and was raped by someone, you would not despise her.

When I caress her, I don't leave out any inch of her skin, I want to feel all the pain and grievances she has suffered. When I kiss her, I regard my kiss as the seal on the contract, confirming my unreserved acceptance. When we have sex, I hope that she can give me her heart, so that we can be united in body and soul. That's love.

After the pleasure, I would let her curl up in my arms, watching the blush on her face and her infinite attachment to me during the sequel of sex, making me want to possess her 100%. She has slept with you, so does that mean she is not completely yours? Don't take it for granted. Being able to sleep with her at night is just a convenience in life. She has her own future. The first night she gave her body to me, I promised that I would take all responsibilities as compensation to her. Although I am her father, I have no rights over her, only responsibilities. Whether she reconciles with her husband or finds a new home in the future is all up to her.

And every time we make love, we don’t take it for granted. We can’t force it at all. We still have to wait until she is willing. And every time I ejaculated into Min'er's pussy, my desire for her became stronger, and I wanted to keep her. But how to keep her?

I have a fantasy that if I continue to ejaculate continuously, day after day, one day she will be filled with my sperm and she will become my woman. Originally, Min'er belonged to me. I married her off and God was so kind to me, bringing her back to me and putting her in my bed. I was given such a great opportunity, I shouldn't have handed her over to the second gorilla.

Where can I bargain? A father cannot be so selfish as to not consider his daughter's happiness. Respect her own choice. But what are her plans? She is so young, she won’t live with an old man like me forever!

Never asked her. I didn't dare bring up the subject. Even though we had just made an ecstatic love, I didn't dare ask her to confess her love. I knew that my traumatized daughter was very sensitive and I was afraid that I would say something wrong. Not only would the peak of sexual desire just now slip away immediately, but the beautiful thing between us would also burst like a soap bubble.

Keep doing it my love! Floating in the sea of ​​desire, besides sunbathing, the next thing to do is to make love in the small cabin room. My dream came true. Most of the time, we were both naked, I pulled my pants up and she pulled them down. Day and night, she clung to me, or I clung to her, making love, one after another, enjoying it to death, but also exhausting...

I realized this might be a premeditated plan to paralyze me in bed.

After making love for I don't know how many times, I was unable to ejaculate and was too tired to do anything else. I hugged her soft and warm naked body, and was about to fall asleep when she got up and said she wanted to bask in the sun before the sun sank below the horizon. I told her this morning that I had exceeded my annual sunshine requirement in the past few days.

She said, "Daddy, you have been basking in the sun with me for the past few days. It's hard for you. How about this, I will go by myself, and you stay in bed to catch up on your sleep and recuperate. I will want you to have sex with me when I come back."

She gave me a wet French kiss but couldn't capture her tongue. She touched my penis and kissed it, leaving behind her fragrant saliva, and said she would be back soon. Without waiting for my reply, she disappeared from my sight like a gust of wind.

I really need to catch up on my sleep. I was very busy before I left, and it has been dawn since I got on board. It was already night when she woke me up. It's time to offer sacrifices to your internal organs. After dinner, Min'er suggested watching a striptease first and then going to the bar for a couple of drinks. I have never seen a live striptease with exposed breasts, and I am wary of those entertainment venues, but it may be okay on a luxury cruise ship.

The strippers on the stage were all tall and strong foreign girls with big breasts and fat buttocks. They wore headdresses with long feathers on their heads and extremely high heels on their feet. They wore very little. They performed with all their might, swaying their hips, raising their breasts, lifting their thighs high into the air, providing the ultimate visual and auditory entertainment.

The bras were taken off, revealing nipple rings and nipple ornaments on each girl's nipples. When they twisted their waists, the ornaments attached to the nipple rings swung in circles as their breasts trembled. Finally, they lined up with their backs to the audience, bent their knees, and swayed their fat buttocks with only a pair of G-String panties left.

That is to say, all you see is a belt as thin as a small rope around their waists, and an equally thin rope sticking out from there into the crotch. Together with the small fig leaf in front, it looked just like a naked butt. Then, a lead dancer came to the front of the stage and announced that they would take off the only remaining thing for the audience if the cheers and applause from the audience were loud enough to satisfy them. The drums beat, the audience cheered and whistled, becoming increasingly intense, creating a lively atmosphere and reaching its climax of the evening.

What makes the audience even more excited is that she said that in order to reward the audience for buying tickets to watch the show, the dancers would take off their dance costumes, that is, bras or G-String panties, because apart from these two things, they have no other dance costumes, and give them to a few lucky people. Any audience member who is willing can stand in front of the stage, and they will throw it down, and whoever catches it will have the good fortune to be on the boat.

Min'er kept pushing me and dragging me out to join in the fun. Doesn't she know that I never do such vulgar things? The lead dancer persuaded several men, young and middle-aged, to go out, but she couldn't convince me. Finally, Min'er said to me, if you don't go, I will go in your place. It was too late for me to hold her back, and she slipped away. The audience saw a woman running out and burst into applause.

Then, the lead dancer will create an atmosphere and ask friends who want to get gifts to imitate the group dancers on the stage and do a striptease.

Some people heard it, gave up, and returned to their seats. The music started again, and the colorful spotlights on the stage flickered and dimmed. I saw Min'er's wild side. When she bent her knees, twisted her waist and swayed her tail, she seemed to be the same as the group dancers and the lead dancer on the stage. She was only wearing G-String panties, the one I fished out from under her bed and kept secretly. She danced wildly for me with her ass raised.

The lead dancer said that when they are stripping naked, don't just look at their butts, but pay attention to one of the strippers, because you never know which one of them will be in a good mood tonight and will throw out her good stuff, and see who will be lucky enough to win the prize.

The audience waited with bated breath, the music stopped, and only the sound of drums remained. The process of taking off pants is extremely provocative and makes one's blood boil. People with heart diseases should cover their eyes and not watch it. Pairs of beautiful legs, supporting big round buttocks, raised high, swaying gracefully in sync. When their pants were halfway taken off, the lights in the venue suddenly went out. The audience was in an uproar. Amid the surging electronic music, a G-String fell from the sky and landed in the hands of one of the lucky ones? Guess who it is?

Min Er! She seemed unable to believe it. She held the G-String in one hand and waved it in the air, and blew kisses to everyone with the other hand.

Several men standing next to her surrounded her and congratulated her. One of them even took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her on the cheek again and again. Then, she said loudly to the audience who had not yet left that this gift was for the person she loved most - her father. There was another round of applause, laughter and whistles.

That was the most embarrassing situation I have ever had in my life. I was so angry that I got up and left without saying a word. I'm angry, really angry. Min Er followed me, caught up with me, grabbed my arm, and said coquettishly: "Are you unhappy? What did I do wrong?"

"Daughter, you did nothing wrong. It's just that, that's not my cup of tea." Min'er has understood my tone since she was a child. It's unlucky words.

"I just want to please you. I'm having so much fun, don't spoil it."

"I'm sorry to ruin your fun."

"Okay, if you don't want to watch the show, then don't watch it. Let's go to the disco to dance and drink, okay?"

"I don't want to drink anymore, why don't you go by yourself?"

He blurted out what he said in anger and without thinking. You will find yourself at the exit of the corridor, from there turn left to take the elevator back to the room, and turn right to go to the disco. When the elevator door opened, I realized that Min'er did not come in with me. She took my words seriously. That sentence caused me distress for the next few days.

I went back to my room alone and waited for her, thinking she would come back soon. But hour after hour passed, and there was no sign of her. I have nothing to do, so I took out that G-String and saw what it is called having good luck with women? screw you! It caused a rift between me and my daughter. I opened her up and it was super large.

Was it really something the showgirls took off on stage? If you smell it with your nose, you can smell several layers of smells, including the sour smell of sweat, strong perfume and the unique smell of foreign women's genitals.

Min'er's G-String underwear came to my mind again. I imagined that she put it on for me, wearing only the G-String, making her legs look particularly long and beautiful.

She walked naked to the bed, twisted her waist, and posed like a model Cat Walker, very seductively. She said to me, "I only wear these for you. No other man will ever see me wearing these. For you eyes only, Daddy."

I sat on the bed, stretched out my arms, brought her over, knelt on the ground, buried my face in her belly, and grabbed each buttock with my hands, squeezing them. They were firm and elastic. I kissed her belly button and then kissed down from there, licking her panties until they became transparent and stuck to her pubic mound.

I bit the waistband of G-String's pants, which was an elastic band as thin as a rope. I held it in my mouth and pulled it down. The front of the panties was turned inside out. The tip of the panties was facing downward, from the thigh to the calf to the ankle. She lifted her feet and pulled one leg down from the trouser barrel.

I held her feet in my hands. Her toes were delicate and looked like little eyes peering at me. I kissed each one. Looking up, I saw a fresh and juicy vagina opening in front of me. I held her buttocks, found the open labia among the pubic hair, and gave her a deep kiss.

She threw herself on the bed, and I climbed up and entered her. In that deep hole, the satin-smooth surface rubbed against me, wrapped me up, and squeezed me in and out, and I shot a pool of thick semen - into that satin-smooth fabric.

I haven't played this tune for a long time. In the past, when my wife was sick, she would occasionally do it herself when she needed it. I never treated my daughter as a sexual object. After she came back, I had a real object and there was no need to masturbate. At this time, I could clearly see how strong my sexual desire was. I could wait for Min'er to come back and have sex with her. She never rejected me, so why could she not wait to make love with that artist's underwear. Is it because my daughter has become a bad girl? Got a boyfriend? Can't stand this excitement?

It was very late at night when Min'er came back, closed the door gently, and took off her clothes in the dark. Her naked body lay beside me, feeling a little cold. Her breath on the nape of my neck smelled like liquor. I felt her nipples rubbing against my back muscles. Her soft hands searched for my protrusion, teasing it, teasing it, taking it out and stroking it, but there was no response.

She came late and had just orgasmed, and I had finished making love to the G-String hanging on the towel rack.

I turned around, found her mouth, kissed her, full of apology, and caressed her where she was most sensitive. I once asked myself how I wanted to make love to her. I didn't dare tell my daughter what fancy toys she wanted to play with because the gorilla thing scared her.

I joked that I would have sex with her every night, but she took it as a promise.

She said, to be honest, her sexual desire has become stronger and stronger since she got married. But not tonight. No matter what she did, it couldn't lift its head.

"My dear lover, where have you been? Is it because I came back late and you are impatient to wait for me? I won't dare to lose my temper again." She teased me again and again, pressing her firm breasts against my chest and grinding them constantly, but I didn't respond.

"Yes, it's night. I'm already asleep." I buried my head in the quilt and escaped. She was not interested either and fell asleep with her back to me.

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There was no conversation all night, and the next morning was spent on the deck by the swimming pool as usual. She asked me to do the most important job for her, and after applying sunscreen all over her body, she asked me to go to the shaded cafe by the pool to drink coffee. I looked from afar and saw a young blond foreigner lying on my beach bed, chatting with Min'er.

In the afternoon, when the sun was high in the sky, we went back to the room to take a short rest as usual and had sex as usual. She quickly took off her clothes and lay on the bed. I didn't do much foreplay, but I couldn't wait to put my thing into her pussy. I thought she was being impatient, because as soon as I sank down, she started moving her butt.

At first I thought she was being impatient. But when the spearhead penetrated deeper, it became clear that her reaction was actually average. I even felt that her moans were a little artificial. She moaned just to please me and kept saying how great I was and how I made her feel ecstatic.

But she couldn't fool me, because I knew I wasn't much better. I just wanted to get rid of all the pent-up resentment inside her, and I came after just a few strokes.

As a small gathering at noon, an explanation to each other, we all tried our best, but there were no surprises. However, after having made love with a real, responsive young body, I felt refreshed and planned to take a nap while hugging her fresh naked body. But after she finished, she got up and told me that she wanted to go for a walk outside.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I won't sleep with you anymore, you can sleep by yourself! I'm not used to taking naps. If I sleep too much in the afternoon, I'll feel dizzy."

I can't stand the scorching sun and heat at noon, and I feel tired after having sex. So she went out alone again. However, one person couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning over the report, he had an idea to go and see what she was doing.

I saw her on the deck, basking in the sun. It was the young man who applied sunscreen to her. They talked and laughed happily and swam in the swimming pool and bathed side by side in the jacuzzi. Staring at them, I felt the blood boiling in my chest. It made me so angry that I didn't want to watch any more and went back to my room.

I pretended nothing had happened and waited for her in the room, expecting her to come back at dinner time. I didn't ask her who she was with just now. She was obviously being extra affectionate with me on purpose, snuggling in my arms and asking me what I had to do when I was alone in the room. Can I sleep in for an afternoon? She said, you have slept enough, you have to play until dawn tonight, you can't say you want to sleep and not have sex.

After dinner, drink and listen to nostalgic songs in the lounge.

I blurted out what I had been holding back: "How long have you known that boy?"

She said, which one?

I said, the one you are having a hot affair with. He is younger than you. Foreigners can't tell the age of us Chinese people. You don't know her background. He might be hunting for beauties on the boat and having a one-night stand.

She said, Daddy, what were you talking about? He is a good man.

I said, "You know that after seeing each other a few times on the boat? I just wanted to protect you." I repeated her words.

She said, Daddy, I know you care about me, but the cruise ship is a social occasion, can you give me some space to make friends?

I had nothing nice to say, and she stopped bringing up new topics, so we just stayed in a stalemate, not looking at each other, turning our heads to look at the stage, and drinking our own drinks. The singer was a Filipino with a very attractive jazz accent. She sang love songs from my era. The one who was nostalgic with me should be Min'er's mother. She was not born when we listened to these songs.

There weren't many guests, just the two of us who sat there all night, and she sang towards us. Later, I also sang some love songs from Min'er's era. What memories will these melodies spanning thirty years bring back to each of us? And will the love songs sung by the singer this evening become our common memories in the future, if we have a future?

We stayed until closing time before leaving. Except for the gambling den that never sleeps, all activities on the ship have stopped. We passed the deck, Min'er was leaning against the railing, the sea was vast and pitch black, and there was no light on the shore at all. There is only the sound of the motor and the waves. I found Min'er's hand, held it, and walked towards our room with her. I was thinking about whether or not to have sex when I returned to my room.

She closed the door, sat on the bed, and waited. These days, we seem to have a tacit understanding that when we sleep in the same bed at night, I should take the initiative to kiss her and take off her clothes. Besides, she had already suggested in the afternoon that I had no excuse not to have sex that night. However, I suppressed my surging desire. It was as if my daughter was having an affair. Her whole body had been touched by that guy, and he had taken advantage of her. She might have kissed him and even tricked him into bed with her.

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The silence of the whole night followed us back. Min'er became impatient and took off her clothes by herself. Those movements attracted me and even made me want to peek, but I deliberately walked away and didn't look at them, and just took off my clothes. When I raised my eyes, a pair of swaying breasts came closer and closer to me. The breasts were covered by the swimsuit, and they looked particularly white against the tanned skin.

She straddled my thighs, put her arms around my neck, and pressed my face between her high breasts. I also hugged her waist, gently stroked her naked and smooth back, touched her spine, the lower end of which became a small groove connected to her buttocks, and touched the tightly closed anus.

She kissed my forehead, and I raised my head and kissed her. That is the minimum courtesy to a girl who exposes her whole body for you. She and I kissed each other back and forth, waiting for the prelude to sex, which was to give her passionate caresses starting from her breasts and passionate kisses that swallowed her tongue and lips into my mouth. But I just hugged her and didn't say anything

She couldn't help herself and asked:

"Daddy, talk! Is your way of arguing to not talk or make love?"

"Min Er, I don't mean to quarrel with you. I have never quarreled before..."

"Mom is right. You don't quarrel because you don't talk when you are unhappy. But I am not Mom. Only she can tolerate your puffed cheeks. Traveling with you is to have fun, not to quarrel. If you say you hate me, I will disappear immediately."

"Min Er, I'm sorry. I don't hate you at all. I just think that you should fly freely in the sky like a seagull. I can't trap you in a cage."

"Daddy, your philosophy is too profound. I am a simple-minded little woman. I only know to cherish the people in front of me and the things in my hands."

"But, that person..."

"Why do you care about him? He is the seagull in the sky, and I am the bird in your cage. Let's not quarrel over him, okay? We should celebrate that we can be together. Think about it, is it easy for us to make love? A talented person like you will definitely understand the meaning of the saying that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold."

I didn't expect Min'er to say such a sharp thing. Why can't I let go of that foreign boy and let him ruin our fun? As soon as this thought came to my mind, I decided to compete with him. I said to Min Er, "Do you really want to have sex with me?"

"Daddy, why did you make me wait for a whole night and get naked on your bed? Just touch yourself there and you will believe that I am already... already wet. Do you want me to pose like a little whore and ask you for it before you will give it to me? If you don't want it, why would the thing that gave birth to me become so thick and hard?"

Let's put aside our doubts for the moment, and let a surge of jealousy turn into strength and penetrate into the little pussy of this bad girl, to teach her a lesson. Min'er was like an obedient little lamb. Her nipples became hard in my palms, and every inch of her skin became excited under my caress. Her kiss was demanding. Young boys can attract girls' attention but they may not understand my skills in bed which can make girls comfortable.

My penis was deep inside her vagina, exploring for any signs of her having fooled around with other men. Her body was completely open and in need of me, which made me believe that she was still mine, at least at this moment. This night, I was struggling in my heart, but my body was gradually moving in harmony with hers.

The rhythm of the thrusting and rising and falling gradually accelerated, and my cock became unbearably sensitive. Oh, I thought, I rode Miner into a climax. In a wave of sex, thrown to the top of the wave, she did not slide down with her. I am floating in the air, without a trace...

Another dawn came, and as planned, we went ashore for sightseeing with the tour group. The young man traveled with our group, and it was Min'er who made the appointment with him. Min'er introduced me to him and said I was my old man.

His name is Johnny. I acted extremely cold, but he didn't mind. He often addressed me "Sir" politely instead of calling me by my foreign name. He said that he admired Chinese culture very much and had a map of China at home. However, he seems to know nothing about China except Chinese restaurants, Bruce Lee and Zhang Ziyi.

He stayed with Min'er all the way, offering her advice at all times and speaking English, pushing me away from Min'er. There are countless islands in the Caribbean Sea, many of which are island countries that were once colonies of Britain, France, Spain and the Netherlands. To me, it's always the same scenery, blue sky, swaying palm trees, bright sunshine and crystal clear water. It's so boring. You're ruining the fun, young man. Go to hell. With him around, Min'er and I formed a world of young people, and I became an outsider. All those romantic scenes of walking hand in hand with Min'er under the blue sky and swimming in the blue sea were ruined.

The last activity we participated in on our own was diving. Min'er looked at me inquiringly, and I shook my head. I've never tried this stuff and never thought about trying it. It's too risky.

As things developed, Min'er stayed on the island. Those who are not participating in the diving class should return to the boat first. I waited on the deck until the sun set and the moon was high in the sky.

It felt unpleasant to be left alone. I had no appetite for food. I ordered bottle of beer after bottle and waited at the dock. Go back to the room and continue waiting. It was almost midnight, and I was worried that something might have happened, so I called the counter to inquire. All the members of the sightseeing group have returned. Min'er has returned to the boat, so there is no need to worry about her safety. But where did she go? Did she go to that young man's room and be intimate with him?

It's over. It's all over. The blood is rushing to my head.

I am still waiting, and she still hasn't come back.

12. Tell me you love me

The cruise ship sets sail at night and travels across the boundless ocean.

At the end of the long night, Min'er's warm body was pressed against my back, and the lines that made me think flowed. In the mist, there were soft hands caressing my hair.

"Min Er, is that you? Are you back?"

"Yes. I'm back."

"Did you sleep last night? Take a rest before the boat reaches the shore."

Min Er shook her head.

"You haven't slept yet or don't want to sleep?"

Miner kissed my neck and back, her little hands tracing between my thighs. I grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Why don't you ask me where I was last night?"

"Daughter, I need to give you space. You are an adult, and Daddy can't control you."

"You're mad at me. You're jealous!"

"Why should I?" My words were bitter.

"Daddy, I was wrong. I'm sorry. This holiday was originally ours, but I slept with him last night."

"Why are you saying sorry to me? This is your business. Your happiness is up to you to decide. I shouldn't interfere in your emotional affairs. I hope you are serious. What are you going to do?"

"He proposed to me. He wanted me to stay in the United States."

"Have you decided?"

"Daddy...I don't know. Tell me what to do?"

Her tears wet the back of my neck and were warm. My soft heart couldn't bear it, so I turned over, faced her, held her cheeks, and said to her.

"My daughter, I've said before that it's your own life and your own happiness that you decide for yourself."

"Daddy, but I can't bear to leave you."

"Silly girl, we can't stay like this forever."

"Or maybe? I've been very happy these past two months. You've been so good to me. No man has ever been so considerate to me like you. You've made me realize that a woman can be so happy."

"So what? Will you stay with me forever? You should find someone to marry while you are still young."

"Daddy, it's not like we could ever think about that..."

"What can we do? Marry you? Father and daughter marriage?"

A word that should not be said was blurted out, like a jade bottle breaking. I was stunned, knowing that I had missed the best opportunity, the only remaining chance, to propose to her the idea of ​​continuing to live together. If I had the courage at this moment...

Lift her chin, hold her hands, look straight into her charming brows and tender eyes, walk into the boundless country in her eyes, and say to her, daughter, don't agree to him. Stay with me, I need you. If you don't mind that your dad is old and useless, then marry me? Let her know that she is not a responsibility or a burden to me, but my love and my satisfaction.

I didn't know if she would say yes if I proposed to her in real time, but I backed off. The opportunity was fleeting and my mouth was shut. I didn't have the courage to express my feelings to my daughter and lover, which was tantamount to giving up my rights. So, I gave her to someone else again. Damn you coward! She got up, looked at me tenderly, and took off her clothes one by one in front of the bed. In the dim light, the naked body that had once had intercourse with me suddenly became clear. At this moment, all my desires turned into a need to snuggle up with each other.

I stretched out my arms to her, and she leaned over and lay languidly in my arms. I looked at her face carefully, and she raised her mouth to ask me to kiss her. My daughter's body, which once made me young again, is about to disappear before my eyes.

Now, regardless of everything else, I will hold her naked and tenderly, stealing the last moment of tenderness, because her heart has been promised to someone else, and I will have no right to draw happiness from her body.

"Daddy, we wait for the moment of separation by kissing each other. We express our separation by touching each other's lips. We touch each other lightly, and then we cling to each other softly and tenderly, unwilling to separate. We must separate forever."

Touching her excited breasts, the feeling of her young nipples standing firm in my palms is so familiar, yet it is drifting away.

I gently stroked her pubic hair, like combing the sparse hair of a newborn baby, and there, I caressed her pubic mound and gently teased her slightly swollen labia. I inserted a finger into it, like taking her pulse, hoping to feel from her wet, soft slit the passion that she had aroused under that young man last night.

"Daddy, we still have some time to make love. Don't you want me?" She took the thing that once comforted her emptiness and placed it between her thighs. But I pulled my hand away and said, "Oh no." You should keep that young man to yourself. We had happy times, moments to reminisce, and I just remember the time we spent together.

"Daddy, you don't give it to me because you don't forgive me." "Daughter, that's not the case. I'm not rejecting you. I've kept nothing good from you. Don't I want to make love with you? I want to every day. But you've already found someone you love. Since your heart belongs to someone, I must give you to him. I don't make love with you, not because I don't love you. It's because I love you that I restrain myself. Do you understand my painstaking efforts?"

"Daddy, you are such a gentleman. I can't do anything about you. I love you no matter what. I will always remember how you loved me."

Min'er grabbed my hand and clamped it between her legs again, preventing me from pulling it out. She rubbed it and used the two fingers I inserted into her little pussy as what she wanted and made love to her. I felt like I was being hypocritical for insisting on not having this sex. My thing had grown so big it was about to explode, so why not put it in?

Should I punish my daughter who betrayed me or myself? But this is my true nature, the Ah Q spirit, I still want to save face even after failure. I couldn't help but shed tears. The objects, space, sounds, and breath in the room gradually became blurred, with only Min'er's rhythmic humming.

The sound of the cruise ship's whistle broke the silence of dawn as the cruise ship sailed into the harbor. The captain announced the arrival at the shore. Min'er pushed me awake. He held my head, stroked my hair, looked at my face for a long time, and then got up. The body was still naked, as if it was being displayed to me for the last time, the body that might belong to me. She squatted down and carefully separated the clothes that had been placed together.

While wiping her tears, she folded our clothes and put them in two suitcases.

My heart ached as I engraved the outline of her naked body in my mind. I saw red lines on the back of her neck, on her sides, and on her buttocks, the marks of a passionate love bite. I remember biting her ass once and then her beautiful round bottom was left for her new love to play with.

I don’t want to think about that anymore. I can’t celebrate someone else getting my happiness.

I walked over and put a bathrobe on her from behind to cover her nakedness, not daring to look at her anymore. She grabbed one of my hands, pulled it down, and placed it on her trembling breast.

I could not indulge in the excitement of her nipples pressing against my heart and hands. I had to maintain my fatherly demeanor and regain the ability to remain calm. I immediately pulled my hand out from within her bathrobe and from the hand she was holding in mine.

Her hands couldn't hold tightly enough, and her breasts lost my caress. I want her to understand that to gain something, you have to give up something. She tied her bathrobe tightly, stood up and walked into the bathroom.

She took the last thing, the G-String panties, off the towel rack and looked at me. Our eyes met. I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat and looked at her with tears in my eyes. I said to her:

"Take this souvenir with you! Your boyfriend will like it," I said to her.

"But I'll give it to you."

"I said it, not my cup of tea."

"Whoever gets it will be blessed with it..." The voice of the leader echoed in my ears.

I am not worthy of it.

How can I bear this situation! Having said this, Min'er rushed over, threw herself into my arms, hugged me, buried her face in my chest, and burst into tears. I hugged her and patted her back and buttocks gently.

"Daughter, don't cry. You have found happiness, you should be happy. Is that right? Your family's things will be shipped to you when you settle down. Fortunately, those paper boxes have not been thrown away."

Min'er cried even harder, "Dad, I really want to have a love with you."

"Min'er, don't be like a child. We can't have sex anymore, you don't need me anymore."

"Dad, tell me, you love me."

"Daughter, I will always love you. I will love you no matter what."

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Don't say 'sorry' to dad. I should be the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have loved you until I go to bed."

"Dad, don't say these words. Why are you always a great person? You always blame yourself for others? We love each other sincerely. You didn't hurt me. Instead, when I was severely damaged by my heart, you made me understand what love is. The love you gave me will allow me to accept myself again."

"I don't think I'm qualified to be a good person or a gentleman."

The whistle sounded long and loud, urging the passengers to go ashore. I had to break away from the tangled kiss and caress with her and said to her:

"Daughter, let's go. That lucky guy is waiting for you."

On the dock, the young man hired a taxi and was waiting to take the allergic child's luggage. I wished them well. Min'er hugged me tightly and cried on my shoulder. I couldn't control my emotions and tears started flowing. Among the crowd waiting to welcome the boat, in front of the young man, He Min'er couldn't help but kiss passionately again, a kiss of the century that penetrated the body and soul.

I had to hand my daughter over, and then I would start the journey home alone, lonely once again. I'm used to Min'er's laughter, the fragrance of her in my bed, the rice she cooks, and the whispers that are like her mother in my ears, and the phone calls I hope that after having sex with me every night, someone will tangle me and ask me to say what I have in my heart...

(13) Alone again

The house was empty and I was the only one in the bed. I returned to my solitary life.

There were the imprints of her head and the scent of her hair on the pillow. The sheets were stained with stains from our lovemaking. I stroked these traces of our past love and lay over the place where she had slept, wetting her pillow.

I took out my daughter's personal collection, her G-string panties and black leather briefs. Although I had never seen her wear these things, her past seemed to be written on them.

I don't have to be sneaky, I can just hold it in my hand, feel its texture and observe it carefully. Sniff it, searching for her remaining body odor in the trousers as thin as a strap. Every night, I would open the closet and drawers to check Min'er's clothes, shoes, accessories and cosmetics.

In her drawer, I found the translucent bra with lace trim. It was placed in her drawer, not hidden in a box. Was it intended that she would wear it again and have sex with me one day? Take it out and put it on the bed.

Put the G-string panties and bra together, touch it, open it, turn my eyeballs into her nipples, and the cups into glasses, as if I saw a pair of dirty big hands of a gorilla, grabbing Min'er's breasts, squeezing them hard, and pinching them hard.

Min'er cried out in pain and begged him not to whip or pinch her. But he did not stop. He waved the whip and ordered Min'er to kneel on the bed, take off her black leather panties by herself, lift up her snow-white and tender buttocks, twist them, and touch her breasts. Then he whipped her, leaving a deep whip mark on her snow-white buttocks. Min Er screamed miserably, and her panties were soaked with a pool of thick sperm...

I changed to wear Calvin Klein underwear that Min'er bought for me. I assumed that if she didn't wear G-strings and T-Backs for his new love, she would wear the same style as me... What would Min'er and her man do in bed?

An image of two bodies entangled together, rolling around on the bed appeared in my mind. My daughter was having sex with that blond foreign man. She was being pressed down, gasping, and moaning... I am willing to send my love to her across the ocean.

In this way, my sex life did not stop because Min'er was not around. I had sex every night, and Min'er...'s sexy underwear. I can't sleep unless I ejaculate all my sperm on it.

Occasionally I would receive a postcard or letter from Min'er, but they never said much. She just told me that she was living a good life and not to worry about her, and other things that a daughter says to her father. During this period, she completed the divorce procedures. The house was sold, and she asked me to collect and manage her money. She said there was no need for money in the United States.

One evening not long after, Suqin came to visit.

Actually, I refused to socialize and didn't want to see anyone except for business. However, she was already at the door, so I had to let her in.

As soon as he came in, he looked around and asked if Min'er was there. I told her that Min'er was not there.

She said, where did you go?

I said, I went abroad.

She said, brother, I called her home a while ago, but the phone line was cut off, so I went to her house and the security guard said that she and her husband moved out one after another. It's been several months. Are they getting divorced? Why didn't you tell me?

I told her, yes.

She said, had she left her husband before the New Year?

I said, yes.

She said, what a pity. She must be very unhappy... I'm divorced so I understand why she didn't tell me so that I could comfort her.

She pulled out an empty cigarette box from her handbag and asked me if I had any cigarettes.

I felt my pocket and said no. I quit smoking. But I remember there were some left in the room. I found it for her and gave it to her.

She first handed me a cigarette, and I don't know why I took it and lit it for me. I started smoking again.

She asked me if I was okay? I said, it’s okay. She looked at me and said, Brother, you look much more haggard. I said, is that so? She said, you look much worse than the last time I saw you, is it because of Min'er's matter? I said, it does matter. I looked at her and her face became more and more depressed.

She smoked one cigarette after another, and my body was covered with the smell of tar. I took two puffs and choked. She looked towards my bedroom, as if something caught her attention. I suddenly realized that I forgot to close the door when I got the cigarette. My heart was pounding and I looked over. The closet was open and the secrets on the bed were not put away.

I took two more puffs of my cigarette, felt my mouth dry, put it out, stood up, and was about to close the bedroom door. When I reached the door, I heard Suqin's footsteps following me. I stopped and turned around to block her, but she was behind me, very close to me.

As soon as I turned around she fell into my arms. A surge of blood started boiling in my chest again. The buttons on her collar were unbuttoned, revealing her white chest flesh and deep cleavage. A pair of bright red lips pressed against me and sucked me in...

After making love like leaves swept away by the wind, I got up and got dressed. He found that in the chaos, all of Min'er's things were thrown on the floor. He bent down to pick them up, and picked up Suqin's panties and bra and handed them to her. She stood up and didn't take it.

A plump naked body trembled towards me, with her legs crossed and her back facing me, waiting for me to put on her bra. I turned around, closed the closet, and turned to look at myself, indicating that I was waiting. I ignored her and put Min'er's things in a drawer.

She stared at me, still waiting. Tell me, Brother, will Min'er come back? When will she come back?

I said, I don’t know.

She said that, judging from the situation, she would be back soon and hadn’t taken anything with her.

I said, it’s none of your business.

She sat on my bed without moving. I didn't unhook her bra for her, and I had no obligation to put it on for her, but I put it on for her anyway to get rid of her. Besides, I didn't want to talk to a pair of exposed breasts.

After that, Suqin often came to clean the house for me. But I didn't allow her to leave her bra and panties in my room. She has to leave after making love, and is not allowed to sleep in my bed or stay overnight. Because she has a pair of young children at home, and the children are too young, how can she explain that their mother does not come home and sleeps at her uncle's house.

One night, I came out of the shower and saw her wearing Min'er's transparent bra and T-Back underwear lying on the bed, making an extremely wild move towards me. She is not Min'er. Min'er would not do this.

I yelled and ordered her to take it off immediately.

She scared me, but I thought it was a prelude to sex, and she was showing off her charm, slowly taking off her clothes as if for a show. I became impatient and shouted at her to take it off quickly. He couldn't wait for her to take off her clothes, so he took them off for her himself, stripping off all of Min'er's things, leaving her completely naked.

She thought I was attracted by her trick, got turned on, and would have sex with her. I took Min'er's bra and panties in my hands, but pushed her out of the room naked.

She didn't know what was going on and sat in the living room crying. When she saw that I ignored her, she cried even louder.

I was angry a little, and went out to pull her into the room, twisted her arm behind her back with one hand, grabbed her erection with the other, slapped her on the ground, and said to her: "Warning you, you must never open my closet in the future, and you must not see what is inside. Do you understand? Find out again that you can see what is inside and see how I deal with you."

She had no idea what was inside the closet and didn't understand why I kept the things inside. That is my only comfort. As long as she didn't order her things to be shipped to the United States, she still had a chance. I am waiting for her to come back one day and see that everything is preserved for her. Suqin doesn't understand these things. And she actually touched Min'er's things without my permission, which made me extremely angry.

She said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you. I think you have a habit of something and likes women wearing these things to make love with you. I just have a good intention and miss you happiness. You don't like me wearing her things, can I buy the same style to travel? Will you like it?"

"You idiot, you don't understand at all, of course this won't work!"

She said, "Why? I tried my best to please you. Is it in vain to work hard? Why can I just wear it on her, and I just wear it off? She has such great magic to make you obsessed with her? No matter what I do, it is not as good as her in your mind? She really can't replace her?"

I said, "Who are you talking about?" My voice was as loud as thunder.

She said, "Who else? Don't play dumb, you know it."

"Dare you?" I slapped her and said to her, "No matter who she is or who she is, it has nothing to do with you. You are not allowed to mention her."

Suqin was about to say it, and she said it even louder: "It's her, it's her, it's her."

I flew into a rage in front of her and clenched my fists to hit her.

"You fight! You are incest, you sleep with your daughter, you are a beast, perverted..."

I pulled her up and slapped her on the butt, leaving a red palm mark. Then he hit it a few more times with force. She stopped talking and sobbed in pain.

I said, "I am a pervert. That's right. If you are afraid, get out of here. Never come back if you get out, and ignore you when you come back."

Suqin was frightened by me and fell to the ground in fear. She covered her butt and rubbed the painful area, begging me not to hit her or ignore her.

I actually couldn't bear it, as I had never been violent towards a woman before. But when I saw her kneeling on the ground naked, begging for mercy from me. He helped her up, held her in his arms, and said, "Suqin, Suqin, why did you make me angry? I have never hit a woman before. You taught me to hit you, I did something wrong, I'm sorry. But don't anger me anymore. OK? If you cooperate, we can continue to get what we want. Otherwise, we can't be with you, forget it. Do you understand?"

With tears in her eyes, she nodded.

I squatted down and picked her up, and she let me do whatever I wanted like a little lamb.

I spread her out on the bed, wiped her tears and kissed her face. I turned her body over, patted her butt gently, comforted her with words, and told her seriously that I must never hear those words again.

She stopped crying, turned over, hugged me, and told me that she would not tell me my secret in the future and would not mention her again. She said, "Brother, I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing because I'm very jealous of her. I wish I was her. Why can't I replace her? You're willing to do whatever you want me to do."

"You are here again. Don't think about it. You can't become a second person. You are you, she is her. Do you understand? Don't guess and talk nonsense when you don't know."

I pressed her on the bed, her thighs spread for me, and inserted the thing into her hungry little pussy, like a strong wind and waves, thrusting in and out, almost ravaging. The sturdy bed frame was shaken by it, and Suqin also made a sensation of sarcasm.

I fucked her until her eyes rolled back, she gasped like a cow, and she gave up on me.

The fact cannot be changed. No matter how well Suqin performs in bed to please me, I always think of another woman, Min'er. Her mature charm and the vicissitudes of life in her gaze make me feel pity for her. However, Suqin could only give me temporary anesthesia and slightly relieve the repression of my sexual desire, but it could not stop my endless desire for that forbidden love.

At this moment, where is the person I miss? Who was in bed with her? How is she? If that's what she wants, I wish her happiness.

I never lied to Suqin. I don't love her. It's pure, direct carnal desire. Even though reason and emotion can deceive me, my body is more honest than my soul. It clearly told me that I had never experienced such a wonderful feeling and the climax I reached when having intercourse with Min'er. Never! I once had it, but now I have lost it. I can only recall it and regret that happy times are always too short.

One night, Suqin just took off her bra and panties, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the head of the bed. I was taking off my clothes and before I had sex, the phone on the bedside table rang.

The voice coming from the microphone seemed to take my soul away. It was the first time I heard her voice since we last met.

"Min'er? Is it you? How are you?"

"I will tell you when I meet, if you want to see me."

"Min'er, don't you know how much I miss you. I want to go to the United States to see you, but I'm afraid of disturbing you."

"Dad, I miss you too."

"So, can I come and see you?"

"No."

My heart sank when I heard her say that. After we parted, she always politely declined my requests to visit her.

"I understand, you have a family. I should not get in the way of you."

"Dad, where did you go. I said you don't have to go to the United States, my people are not in the United States."

"Where is not in the United States?"

"At the gate. I'm back."

"When did you come back? Why don't you say it first?"

"I want to give you a surprise. Do you welcome me?"

I was overjoyed and quickly said, welcome. Welcome back.

"Do you want me to wait?"

"What are you waiting for? I want to see you, see you right away, come up quickly."

I looked at Suqin. She had heard everything. Tears were in her eyes. She hurriedly put on the dress she had just taken off. She didn't even bother to put on her bra and stockings. She stuffed them into her handbag and got up to leave.

I suddenly thought, how would I explain this to my daughter if she came in and saw me naked with Suqin? But I am afraid that Suqin will become arrogant because of her favor, thinking that she is the hostess and the elder, and will have conflicts with my daughter. It gives me a headache when these two women appear in the same scene. He hurriedly called Suqin, but she ignored him and walked out of the room. I believe Min'er had already arrived at the door when she opened it.

I didn't care about my appearance and rushed out shirtless, pulling up my underwear as I walked. When I stood at the door, it was Min'er. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a refreshing shirt. Two women, one inside the door and one outside. Suqin was holding her high heels but hadn't put them on yet.

Min'er looked up, saw me, ignored Suqin, and flew over to me. I stepped forward and held her tightly in my arms.

She climbed on me like a monkey climbing a tree when she was little, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. I held her hips with both hands to support her weight, and then we kissed passionately in front of Suqin.

Suqin was sour, and when she put on her shoes, she disappeared silently.

My dick was about to explode. It was as hard as an iron pillar, standing upright, and sticking out of my underwear. It seemed like it was going to pierce through my underwear and Min'er's jeans and penetrate into her little pussy.

I couldn't control myself and wildly tore her shirt open, pulling off the buttons and tearing the sleeves. I buried my nose in her cleavage and pressed my lips against the two lumps of fragrant flesh on her chest, wanting to eat her in one bite. Min'er shouted no, but I pretended not to hear and picked her up. Min'er kicked her legs and her high heels flew off. She hooked her arms around my neck and let me carry her into the room.

I laid her on the bed, panting, looking at her, and she looked at me. Her shirt was torn and open, her bra had slipped down, her chest was heaving, her pink nipples and most of her breasts were exposed. I couldn't believe it was her lying on the bed. My daughter was back.

She reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer. He touched my face and chin, paused, and then kissed me lightly on the lips. The fresh aroma of her breath made me sick of the tarry taste in my mouth. Every woman's lips have a unique feeling. Even if I blindfold myself, I can still tell who is kissing me. How familiar and intimate that kiss was.

When I was enjoying it, she let go and said, "You are disobedient and you are smoking again."

“I’m sorry, I…”

"Dad, you have to take good care of yourself."

"I... go rinse my mouth..." He said to him. I promised her to quit smoking, but she broke her promise when I was not around and had sex with other women. I broke my promise and was a complete failure.

"It's useless. Daddy, look at your silly look," she said.

The sticky body fluids made my underwear stick to my muscles, revealing the outline of my penis. Min'er stared at my lower body and chuckled. She must have been trying to play a teasing on me, so she reached out and pulled my underwear down a little, and that extremely swollen and hard thing popped out. She took my penis and played with it like a little toy.

"No." I tried to stop her. That thing was already excited to the limit, and it was unbearable to play with. It might be released in her hands at any time, which would be a very embarrassing thing.

"Dad, I'm here just in time, ruining your good things. Actually, tell me, I'll wait until you finish your business. What should I do with that pitiful thing?"

Min'er looked at me, smiled at me, unbuttoned the buttons of her jeans, and said, "Dad, let me show you, do you want it?"

"Suqin and me..."

"No need to explain, say "Don't you want it or not."

I couldn't explain it clearly, I stammered and could only nod.

"If you want, please do a favor. Change a new bed sheet. A woman has a habit of bedding and cannot let other women use their own things. She will not make love on other women's used bed sheets, which will make people disgusting."

"I'm sorry, I had sex with Suqin when you were away." I confessed myself.

"You know I've slept with other men. Are you okay?"

I didn't answer her. Actually, I do mind it. That foreigner named Johnny took my daughter away. Never mind him. Now I have to put all my effort into putting on a good show to let my daughter know that what that man can give her, I, her father, can also do, and do better. My underwear was stuck at my knees and I was naked. I quickly replaced the sheets with new ones.

Min'er also took off her clothes with the most agile movement, and her bra was hanging crookedly. A pair of juice-filled breasts slipped out, and a faint fragrance emanated from her cleavage. When the jeans slowly retreated, I saw her wearing Calvin Klein panties. Her whole body was tanned, making the whiteness of the triangular area look dazzling.

Her face was bright, and with the flowing curves and the slightly raised pubic mound, she was placed in front of me, and it was a sumptuous banquet, and I had to taste it again.

I stretched out my hands to touch her breasts, trying to feel the sensation. Was it the same as before? While teasing her private parts, I actually hesitated whether I should have sex with my daughter again.

But she looked at me with a smile, waiting for my touch, how charming, pure and fascinating. She hasn't changed, the solid parts are still as straight and firm, and the tender flesh is still as moist.

I hugged her and put her face on my chest. My thing can be pressed against Min'er's thigh again, and it's in such close contact with her skin. It's such a wonderful feeling that I wouldn't even trade it for the throne. I caressed her shoulders and back, the outside of her breasts, and even her buttocks. Her anus contracted slightly, and I couldn't tell whether it was welcoming or rejecting me. My lips chased her, she would rather I buried it in the bend of her neck, her sensitive place, let me suck her faint fragrance in her ears.

"Daughter, I'd better rinse my mouth first." The bitter mouth and tongue are not worthy of Min'er's fragrant body fluids.

Min'er didn't answer, nor did she let me go. She just enjoyed the tenderness in my arms.

Yes, it's so unromantic to brake and rinse your mouth at this time. Min'er didn't want to either. But he never opened his mouth again, and would not give her a wet kiss, only kissing other places. Spreading her out wide, she felt as if every inch of her skin, except her lips, had been thoroughly caressed and kissed.

I was so passionately working my two fingers into her slit that it almost gave her an orgasm. Her hand could feel my hardness pulsating in her hand from time to time, and she would take it into her secluded path in time.

I held up her two little buttocks, and she wrapped her long legs around me. She hooked her hands around my neck, letting me thrust my waist forward, and I entered her, reaching a place where I couldn't go any deeper, and filling her up completely. I believe so, my soul has taken possession of her.

I would particularly like to describe the moment when I ejaculated my semen into her body. After a long battle on the field, Min'er reached the most wanton and joyful climax wave after wave, and I shot all my energy powerfully into her womb. That passionate and powerful shot made her shed tears of emotion. That is the union of our flesh.

After enjoying the warmth of sex, Min'er stroked my satisfied face and said, "Dad, you have to hear it clearly. Only this time, I won't be the case."

"Min'er. I understand. I can do this time, and die without regrets. You are already famous and have a master. I can't have desires for you." I held her and refused to let go, and I'm afraid I will lose her immediately.

"Dad, where are you talking about it? You are not going to be separated from you by life and death. I can have other reasons when I come back, such as continuing my love again, is it OK?"

"Why did you say this only once again?"

"I'll make an exception to you, but you won't be allowed to smoke in the future. If you smell it, the house and the living room are filled with the smell of cigarettes. I have hated it since I was a child, and it's hard for my mother to endure the bad smell on you for many years."

I slapped myself left and right. Punish yourself for future opportunities.

"Dad, you still don't understand? Nicotine can reduce sexual ability, and smokers often suffer from illness and short life."

I scolded myself again and promised Min'er that I would never smoke again. Then he said, "How are you doing with that foreign guy? Are you having a quarrel?"

"No, he still loves me."

"You don't love him anymore?"

"I don't know. He is serious. She is fascinated by the Eastern Beauty. She has proposed marriage many times, but I have not agreed. This is the case. Finally, one day he couldn't hold it in and told me that he realized that even if he loved me wholeheartedly, he still couldn't get my heart. He felt that someone was stuck between me and him, so he couldn't reach the point where fish and water blended together."

"Oh, Min'er, the person he was talking about wasn't me, right?"

"Dad, if he didn't say it, I wouldn't admit it. He was right, and if that person wasn't you, who else?"

"How can I hide it from him when he loves me so sincerely."

I panicked and said, "You told him what our relationship is?"

"Yes. I told him that you are my lover. He woke up like a dream and told me that you should have seen that you are not my old man. Because, he felt that when you saw him, you regarded him as your rival. And he could also see that we are not like father and daughter, but like lovers. But he didn't understand why you were so generous and gave me out to him. He thought you must have some difficulties."

"I'm really like he said?"

"I didn't take your expression on the video recorder. Will Dad apply sunscreen on his daughter to his breasts and butt?"

I feel embarrassed and ashamed of my performance. When she said that, I remembered the situation on that day. At that time, I felt that we were a honeymoon couple, but we were unlucky.

"Yes, I admit it. But, since that's the case, why did he take away love?"

"Lovers cannot be polite, my honest dad. If you don't fight for them, you'll take them."

"Since you have been taken away, why did you come back?"

"Dad, I don't understand why I miss you so much. It's not the kind of thing my daughter misses my father. He saw that I had something to do with you and guessed it must be related to you. I told him frankly that there was someone in my heart. He is the best person in the world. He loves me like my father, and will do everything good to me for me, including if there is someone who can take care of me for the rest of his life than him, he is willing to get it. But I can't live without him."

"Dad, guess what he heard? He said, your old man loves you more than me, and you love her too. Why do you lie to yourself and me? I told him that I didn't lie to him, but I just didn't figure it out, and it took time to think about it. He encouraged me to figure it out, otherwise the two of them wouldn't be happy together. So he asked me to figure it out, put me back, and find an answer. I'm back. Daddy, are you my answer? Are you the man I said to love me?"

"How can I not love you? You are my daughter!"

Min'er's face darkened and she broke free from my arms, closed her legs, put them on the ground, turned her back to me, bent over to pick up her underwear and put it on. I didn't understand what she was doing, so I grabbed her arms and said, "What happened? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"You told the truth."

"What?"

"I got the answer."

"What did you say? I don't understand, you have to make it clear."

"I understand. In your heart, I am just your daughter. When I am in trouble, I can surrender to you. You will not abandon me, you will take me in and even be your mistress, just like Aunt Su Qin! But what I want is a man who can be with me for the rest of my life." Min'er said with tears in her eyes.

"I can be that person, that person with you for the rest of your life."

"I should give up. What I am looking for is a husband, and you are my good daddy. I am just a daddy if I love you so much."

I knew I had to express my love to her unconditionally at this moment, otherwise I would lose her.

"Min'er, listen to my explanation. I don't want to separate from you anymore. Don't leave. Can you listen to me?" We were all excited, and I hugged her shaking naked body tightly until she stopped struggling. Then she cried.

"Dad, why bother? You are a gentleman. You are afraid of gossip. You cannot accept the incest relationship with me. Following you will make me unable to raise my head." She shook me away and continued to dress.

"Min'er, don't leave. I'll give you whatever you want. As long as you stay by my side, I can't live without you. I know you'll wait for me to say something, and if you want me to say it, I'll say it."

"I've heard everything you want to say."

"No, forgive me for not having the courage to say to you before. But now I want to say, listen, Min'er, my good daughter, please marry me."

"Dad, you said, how can a father marry his daughter? How can I marry you as a daughter?"

"Min'er, have we been husband and wife? No one forced us, and no one could stop our father and daughter from falling in love. Since we surpassed the father and daughter's moral relationship that night, you have been my woman. I can't look back and treat you just as a daughter... Wait a minute, I have something for you."

I took out a ring from a brocade box hidden in the drawer beside the bed.

"Do you recognize this ring? I wear it a pair, which I gave to your mother when I got married. She never took it off until the day of the operation. She took it off and gave it to me for custody, and told me, if she dies, don't be buried with me, and give it to the person who serves me on her behalf. That person is you. I swear in front of the sky now that I want to marry my daughter..."

I took her hand, lifted it up, and put the ring on her finger. She looked at me with confused eyes.

I continued, "Would you like? Are you willing to marry me and be my wife?"

Min'er's eyes were filled with tears, her voice trembling, and she said, "Really? Did I hear that right? I can't believe it is true. Will my dad propose to me?"

"Min'er, I should have proposed to you long ago. I won't lie to you, I'll never tell the truth."

"Dad, I thought you would never say it. I came back just to test you and give myself a chance so that I could give up. But you finally said it."

"Min'er, I know that my love is biased. I made a big mistake and became incest with you. I should be responsible for doing something wrong. When I wanted to make up for my mistake, I realized that the momentary misfortune had a good consequence. If I had no one, how would I live my life in the rest of my life? I dare to announce to the world now who I love the most. I love you, not for responsibility, my love has surpassed responsibility and family affection. I think being your husband is happier than being your father. I have no other choice, I can only marry you. I am willing to be your husband and love you all my life. Marry Daddy, be your good wife, okay? Min'er, promise me not to leave, and be with me forever in the future and never be separated."

I gently pulled Min'er and she fell back into my arms. Her full and firm breasts pressed against my chest and her nipples were as erect as my penis, which had pressed against her thighs and became erect again.

I pinched her nipples and said to her, "My good daughter, promise Daddy, tell me you are willing to marry Daddy."

Min'er lowered her head and eyes and buried her face in my arms, regaining the innocent and shy look of a child.

I waited for her to answer and urged her to speak. She finally said: "Dad, when did you learn to say these sweet words to coax the little girl? I said you don't want to fool me, your hands are not serious again." She shook my hand away from her breasts.

"My good daughter, do you agree to ask my dad to kneel on the ground to propose? You have put your wedding ring on you. Will it still be a lie? I can't do without you. Without you, what else can I have left? If you are shy and dare not say it, just nod."

"Don't lie to me, and your sister-in-law. She is about your age and is more charming than me. Get married to her."

"Oh, don't bring Suqin out, okay? You women are so cautious. I will be solemn to you. When you are not here, I can't stand loneliness and loneliness, so I can take advantage of her. But when you come back, she will retreat. As soon as she heard you come back, she left immediately."

"Does she know about us?"

"I haven't said anything, nor did I hide it. She is a woman, like you, with a keen sense of touch to other women. Does she have no eyes? She can't see that the bedroom is full of your things? She knows in my heart that there is only you, not her. She knows that you have the status in my room and no one can replace you."

"But she will say a lot. She will grab your braid and tangle you like a spider spirit."

"She didn't dare to make a sound when she saw this ring on your hand. I have a way to deal with her, and I don't have to pay attention to her. My lover, please tell me if you want this ring? If you don't want it, I'll give it to her."

"My mother's things cannot be given to others." Min'er clenched her fists and refused to let me take the ring away.

"Then, that means you agreed."

Min'er lowered her head, shyly. Nodded gently.

"So, from now on, you will be Daddy's wife."

Ignoring Min'er's prohibition, I held her face, lifted her head, and hugged and kissed her. She opened her mouth to accept it, and I found her tongue, which entangled with mine. Then she chased me with a kiss that was more passionate than mine. There was a tremendous force galloping in my lower abdomen, a urge I had never experienced in my life, and it was about to burst out from my penis that was rising high.

I picked her up horizontally and announced excitedly: "I declare with this ring that my daughter Min'er and I will be married to each other in this life, regardless of good or bad times, and will never stop until death."

She relaxed the rules a little just to allow me to enter the bridal chamber. I stripped her naked again, raised her butt with a pillow, and put her legs on my shoulders. The old man pushing the cart pushed my pole all the way in, and it entered her little pussy that was dripping with love juice. We had sex again, performing the Zhou Gong ceremony.

Her labia split open, revealing tender flesh that made me want to swallow it in one bite, sucking me deep into her. As I started thrusting, she raised her hips to meet me. Oh my God, she started screaming, "Husband, husband." The first time I heard my daughter call me hubby, and she did so while making love, it was a bit of a weird atmosphere and I shuddered. I thrust in and out in a rhythm of nine shallow and one deep, looking down at her enjoying being loved by me, with a look of satisfaction on her face. She had her hands spread wide, grabbing the two corners of the mattress, her breasts shaking, and her hips rising and falling. This vivid scene seemed a little unrealistic.

Is this true? Am I dreaming? I proposed to my daughter and she said yes!

Such a wedding night.

I have to admit that once your daughter becomes your wife, you have to take care of her life, including her sex life. Make love with her your life. Not to mention the pleasure of sexual intercourse, this is a responsibility that cannot be shirked, and no one can satisfy her needs on your behalf.

The consequence of having sex twice in one night was that I couldn't get out of bed and my waist was a little sore.

I have been working for 30 years and have never taken half a day off due to illness. I would always go to work even when I was sick. But the day after my wedding night with Min'er, I made an exception. I put the blame on Min'er. She pestered me and wouldn't let me leave.

When the nod woke us up, Min said, "What time is it?"

"It's time to go to work."

"Husband, don't leave. Which man will go to work on the first day of his wedding?"

She called me husband, husband, even when we were not having sex, and it was really disgusting to Chuer. Yesterday, she was still thousands of miles away, and suddenly came back. From the reunion, proposal to the bridal chamber, all happened suddenly... My daughter and I got married, and our identities have now become husband and wife. The rice is cooked, and I can't help but ask myself, did I do anything wrong?

Min'er's eyes were still closed. I looked at the person sleeping with me. Last night, I did give her a new identity. Even if it was a momentary impulse, I have no regrets. From then on, her life's happiness depended on me. Yes, on me. Seeing the curve of her body squirming under the thin sheet, I enjoyed this body, which was simply charming. She now stretched out her two jade arms, groped me, wrapped around my neck, and then opened her long eyelashes to look up at me, saying:

"I don't want you to go to work. I want you to be with me. You said you should be nice to me!" she said coquettishly.

The expression on her face when she ran to me and begged me to take her to the playground when she was seven or eight years old flashed in my mind. It's the same situation, but the last bit of willpower that kept me going to work is gone.

I crawled into the bed again, and pressed the soft, warm body and the firm breasts that had been together with me last night tightly against my chest, rubbing the nipples gently. My hands were stroking up and down from her smooth spine to her buttocks. Our skin was so primitive, without any diaphragm, and our heartbeat and breathing gradually synchronized.

Min'er and I made eye contact and she knew that I was observing her and admiring her. She smiled and enjoyed her husband's warm touch in silence. There was a kind of beauty that had never been seen in her daughter before, it was the peace, contentment and satisfaction of a young woman, revealed on her face. Whoever took the initiative to start grinding each other, awakening the sensing of the nerve endings, and we entered a state where we could have sex at any time.

"My wife, okay, I obey you. Are you satisfied if you don't go to work today?"

When Min'er heard me call her "wife", she covered her mouth and laughed. I think she is very happy and satisfied.

She rested her head on my shoulder, took my thing in her hand, and squeezed it to see how hard it was. It was erect, but it still hadn't reached its highest point. But after two fierce battles last night, I'm not sure how much is left. If she wants it now, I'll give it my all.

Since I let my daughter call me husband, I have the responsibility to satisfy her sexual needs and take the initiative to be considerate of her. I will do it for her without waiting for her to say it, which shows my consideration for her.

I closed my eyes and wanted to drop all my strength on that point on my body, and when I pushed her thighs apart and touched whether her vagina was wet, she said, "Husband, are you so great? Have you wanted it again? Let me spare me. Last night you were very frightening and killed me to death, causing a burn and a pain underneath."

"I have no heart and soul. Did it hurt you? Let me see."

I lifted the quilt and checked Min'er's lower body. She spread her legs and let me open her labia to look at the scene where I had made love. It was indeed a little red and swollen. I just blew a breath there and licked it with my tongue, and there was a strong smell of semen. I had sex twice last night, but neither of them was clean.

Min'er immediately pushed me away, closed her legs and covered her pussy, not letting me lick it anymore, and said, "No, it's dirty."

"It's red and swollen, and I feel heartbroken when I see it. I will be gentler and gentler in the future. Who told you to go so far? I'm thinking of you every day."

"You smell of sweat all over your body, go and take a shower. I'll come with you."

"I'll wash it first. Your pajamas are hung in the closet, just like before. Choose a sexy one and put it on for me to create the atmosphere."

I jumped up and ran out to the shower with my bare ass. When I came out, Min'er held a suspender and lowered her V-collar nightgown, covered her chest, covered her shame, and waited at the bathroom door. When the autumn wind blew, her snow-white shoulders trembled, making me feel uneasy.

I said, the weather is cold, why don’t you come in? She lowered her eyes and said half shyly, "You locked the door." Yeah?

I said sorry, then please come in. I missed the first chance to take a bath with her.

When she came in, her eyes swung back and forth to her, her smooth back, swinging buttocks, and her graceful figure passed in a flash. Then she asked me to close the door for her. I was standing at the door, just watching and not taking any action. She turned around and said, "What are you standing there looking at?" It’s cold, please close the door.

I said, if you take a hot shower you won’t feel cold.

I won't let you see it. It's so embarrassing for a boy to peek at a girl taking a bath. As he said that, he pushed me out and closed the door himself.

My wife and I have been married for more than 20 years, and we have never taken a bath together. Apart from taking off clothes for the convenience of sexual intercourse, they rarely expose themselves in front of each other. After making love she got dressed immediately. Husband and wife respect each other like guests. Min'er is a new generation of women, she is much more open-minded. When she went to bed with me for the first time, she was completely naked. After making love, he was not in a hurry to cover himself up and slept naked with me until dawn.

Min'er and I made love so much, but I never saw her taking a bath. We are considered husband and wife, so why doesn't she invite me into the bathroom, rub her back, or even take a bath together? I believe that it will enhance the relationship between husband and wife, and when I thought about it, my penis seemed to get a little harder. There is a long way to go. In the days to come, Min'er will call herself husband, and we will go from being father and daughter to being husband and wife. This thought makes me feel restless.

After breakfast, I wrapped some ice cubes in a towel and placed it between her thighs. She tilted her hair away from her slightly raised pubic mound. She pushed my hand away and said, "Take away your inappropriate hand. Where did my honest daddy go?"

"Min'er, who are you asking? You turned him into your husband."

"Honey, don't touch me. I want to talk to you seriously, can I?"

"Didn't I sit in front of you and listen to you?"

"Actually, I think it's a bit weird to call you a husband, but I think it's very kind. Why don't my mother ask you a husband?"

"After you fell down, she called me daddy."

"That's very interesting! Your wife calls you a daddy. Now your daughter calls you a husband. Husband, husband, things come too quickly, but I'll get used to it soon. And, we'll be legitimate in the future, right? Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Do you think your daughter is too lewd?"

"Frankly, I just like it."

"Don't you really mind that Johnnie and I ran away?"

"I have a responsibility because I didn't keep you. I should have been a first step on the love boat. Will you expect me to propose to you? If I asked you to marry me at that time, would you follow him?"

"I'm not sure, how could I imagine that my father would propose to me. I really can't see your heart. I'm not sure about you. You are a good father, a good man, but I hope there is a good man. For me, that's not the best of both worlds. I always feel that my position in your heart is low, and you won't sacrifice or let go of anything for me. Staying with you will have no result. So I ran to the United States to escape you."

"Why do you want to escape me? Who do you think Daddy is? He is a disciple who plays with his daughter's feelings? You know how determined and courage I need to change myself, and hope you can accept me. I admit that there are many things I have not done well enough to make you unhappy, but I will change it."

"First listen to me, it's me who did not do well. I have always been like this short and so small in your eyes. I have never grown up and often do wrong things, which is not in line with your wishes. I didn't listen to your opinion. Marrying a bad husband, the marriage collapsed. I did nothing well."

She used her big finger and index finger to be one inch longer distance, and she was more like her in my eyes.

"Min'er, my daughter grows up, and my father will still treat her as a little girl. Because Dad loves you. I didn't know how to love you and express my love for you in the past, but I'm learning and adapting. If I have something that makes you dissatisfied, tell me that I will change for you. For example, quit smoking."

"Dad, it's because you're so serious about being a human being that you taught me to be afraid."

"Why? Do you know how much I love you? What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, I know you love me. Your true feelings also touched my heart. Hearing you let go of your father's dignity and expressing your love for me in person, and the down-to-earth feeling when you have sex, and the communication without any barriers on your body, I am sure again that you are the man I am looking for. However, when I return to real life, being a woman and wanting to get something that women want - such as family, children, status, and a normal marriage life that can hold your head up in front of others... can you give it to me? You are not that person."

"Why don't you have confidence in me? I won't abandon you. I only have you as my daughter, everything about me is yours."

"You gentleman, a good person in people's eyes. You will not abandon me because you are responsible. I know how much you love me. But can you face reality? Treat your daughter as a wife. In the eyes of people, we are called incest. Can you bear this crime? Can you stand the gossip of others? You will regard me as a mistress and love me in secret, but I don't want to be your mistress for the rest of your life, or your shameless wife."

"Min'er, don't say it. No, the ring has been worn for you. For your happiness, I will do anything to tell the world that I am the luckiest and happiest person because I married my daughter. I will not be afraid of what others say. Let others say that I am a traitor and evil person. You gentleman father, you will die." I said excitedly, in order to convince myself, and even more so.

"Okay, okay. Don't say death, it's unlucky. I won't let you die. If you die, I will become your widow. Do you think I am so young and will be a widow as soon as I get married?" Min'er covered my mouth and refused to let me continue.

"So you are more superstitious than me. What I mean is: the old stubborn man died yesterday, I felt like I was reborn, and today I am another person."

"You have to understand that I don't want to be jealous with your sister-in-law. Although I have understood my mind and accepted my close relationship with my daddy, I am unwilling to share a man with other women."

"I have said it many times, I love you. You are still worried."

"I never doubted that you love me, but men all love fishy. She has slept with you, and she will definitely not let you go and will hang out with you. Can you deal with her?"

"Don't trust me?"

"The square and unconscionable man in the past was Liu Xiahui. You said he was dead. Now you are like a little boy with a love bean just now, afraid that you can't resist the temptation of that vixen."

"You are so conflicted! What do you say? I admit that I have all the weaknesses of men. However, it is all your fault, and I will become like this for you. If I say that I will take the responsibility of being a husband and wife, you must trust me. I will not tell any other women except you." I grabbed her ring-wearing hand with one hand and put the other hand on her knee, and sincerely told her.

"You promise, you can only have sex with me."

"I promise. I have a good record and have never had an extramarital affair."

"You have to promise me that you have sex with me every day, and you can't say you're busy with work or something. If you can't get an erection, I have reason to believe that you've had a woman outside. You should know now that your daughter has a strong sexual desire. You know that you want to marry me, and you have to deal with my needs."

"I said I never had a woman outside."

"Yes, Suqin is not an outsider. But I can't accommodate being your mistress, either."

"Ha, heh, heh. It's rare that you can say so frankly. Making love is your right. I understand that having sex every day is the most powerful proof."

A stream of cold water flowed from her private parts to my hand on her knee. The ice that was suppressing her private parts melted.

We didn't have sex, we just chatted. She told me about her life in America, and I told her what I remembered about her childhood.

Occasionally, he would give her passionate kisses and caress her to keep her nipples erect. Her breasts shook as she spoke. I lifted up her nightgown and took a closer look at her pubic hair, which was as fine and soft as her own hair, and wet and stuck to her pubic mound. Kiss her there from time to time and report to her how swollen her labia are. When I licked it with my tongue, I felt a chill.

I am very unfamiliar with oral sex. My late wife never let me kiss her pussy, let alone part her labia and put my tongue inside to tease her. I would lick her pussy from time to time as her love juice would flow out and drip down her thighs. Why is it leaking out? Because I never stopped caressing her and telling her how I wanted to make love to her.

When she heard it, she would laugh, say that I was obscene, and bury her head in my chest. I used to think that these sexual behaviors were obscene, but what's wrong with it if both parties are happy?

Min'er always thought I really wanted sex. She didn't know that she had indulged in excessive sexual activity last night, and although her penis could still erect, it didn't have full strength. I told her that she could wait until tomorrow, thinking it was for her own good. She was very touched by my consideration, especially since she had to give up work and not have sex for her.

If not sex, she wants to do something. She asked me to help pack her things. She opened her luggage and took out a souvenir. Guess what?

Love the string she grabbed when watching erotic dance on the boat. She didn't give it to the Johnny, but kept it, hoping that one day I would accept it.

"You didn't give it to Johnnie, bring it back to me?"

"Yes, because I know you like it."

I denied liking it, and I asked Min'er why she thought I liked it. She said she just knew.

She said, also, you can't give these underwear to other men because your semen is left on them. No man would accept a pair of women's underwear stained with someone else's semen. You sniff it, and your scent is still there. Yes, it tastes like your cum.

On the eve of our separation, she wanted it, but I didn't give it to her, and she ejaculated on this artist's costume. I feel sorry for her. I had made love with this artist's costume, or that's why she thought I liked this pair of underwear.

I told her: "Min'er, I do like G-strings, but the G-strings I like are worn on your butt."

"Really? Why didn't you say it earlier? I thought you were conservative and didn't like women to dress too revealingly."

"I don't like my woman dressing too sexy on the outside and showing it to others. But I like her to be sexy inside, show it to me."

"Then I'll put it on for you."

She took off her nightgown and put the larger G-string on it, just like a little girl wearing her mother's underwear. As soon as she let go, her panties slid down.

She made me laugh and cry. I hugged her, kissed her, and said to her, "Min'er, thank you for taking care of me so much. I'll tell you a secret in my heart. If you can wear your thong and transparent bra in the drawer, or something more sexy, wilder…"

"Husband, you're so bad... No wonder I can't find it. It's you who hide it. Why are you hiding it?"

"I hope one day you will wear it for me, just like you wear it for a gorilla, and have sex with me. Now I would rather you wear nothing? Appreciate your naked beauty."

"So my honest daddy is indeed dead."

Min'er hit the nail on the head again. This is my second spring, my second adolescence. In the past, things that were done improperly when young were called romantic or obscene, but now people want to do them, including touching their young daughters.

However, my daughter is now my wife.

We heard the thunder in each other's stomachs, and it was already dusk and sunset. We hugged each other for the whole day, and our two naked bodies were almost completely stuck together by our sweat and the mucus from our genitals. You have to understand that we made love verbally and in our minds.

I held Min'er's hand, she was wearing a wedding ring, and we walked out of the apartment together and went to the street to find food. I said to Min'er, can you make people recognize us as a couple when they see us? She said, are you talking about an old man and a young wife?

The guard at the gate greeted us and I smiled back to him. We walked hand in hand into the brightly lit streets, like a couple expressing their love for the first time. We felt sweet in our hearts, but a little timid. I looked at her from time to time. She leaned against me and forgot herself completely. In the sea of ​​people, we are a perfect couple.

Everything has changed.

Yesterday's me is dead.

(16) Postscript: The older I get, the more frivolous I believe that I gave my daughter happiness.

Like a dream come true, Min'er became my wife, and when I woke up in the morning, she was sleeping naked beside me.

Her body is something I never get tired of looking at, I'm kind of addicted to it. Can't bear to part with her beautiful breasts and raised buttocks, so she sleeps on her stomach or lies down? They all look equally good. But I have to go to work and don't want to disturb her, leaving her still immersed in a night of passionate love. Just kiss her goodbye on her lips. And she seemed to know that someone was kissing her in her sleep, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I saw a woman who was completely dependent on me, and who received from me the love of a father and a husband that a woman wanted from a man.

This is our married life. Min'er chose to live the leisurely life of a young lady, going window shopping, eating, drinking afternoon tea and playing mahjong with her former friends and classmates. I was in a good mood and felt relaxed. My colleagues could all see that I was in great luck. It turns out that love really has a nourishing effect.

Min'er and I are a pair of old father and young wife. The age gap can be bridged by love. Compared to the two old professors Liang Shiqiu and Yang Zhenning, who married students who were as old as their granddaughters, everyone knows what the situation is like in their boudoirs. Even if I want to, I am powerless. My knowledge cannot be compared with those two masters, but when it comes to skills in bed, I can still make my woman feel extremely happy several days a week.

A relationship between people of different ages is considered normal only if there is at least sex and love. Min'er has repeatedly made it clear that sex is essential and she will ask me for it as a wife.

I can't be sexually deficient with her for long. A wife who is not satisfied in bed will not be happy, and if the wife is not happy, the husband will not be happy either. Min'er never complained about the live show on our bed.

Having sex frequently has many benefits and no harm for middle-aged men. How to maintain sex life with Min'er?

Where does the power come from? No need for Viagra or Indian magic oil. Every time I insert my daughter and wife's vagina ejaculation, it is a one-time "recharge" of my ability, which makes me perform stronger and more vigorously in sexual intercourse. I have reasons to overturn the doctrine of the Su Nu Jing.

There is another discovery that paying attention to the fun of life can promote sex life, which many men don’t understand. In fact, it was only by living with Min'er that I gradually understood a woman's heart and became sensitive to her psychological and physiological needs. You have to understand that her behavior, clothing and words all represent a message. For example, if she gets a new hairstyle or wears a new dress, you can see it and tell her, and she will be very happy. Because, all this is done for you, so you should be careful when you become her husband.

Moreover, most couples seldom express their sexual demands out loud, but because of our special relationship, they have been laid out on the table from the beginning. Min'er would never expect that Daddy would have the physical strength of a young man after becoming her husband. But she made me promise not to stop having sex. Routine, never accept delivery. Putting an end to the excuse of being too busy or too tired in the morning, I better be ready to go every night and have sex.

As I get older, I have to deal with new things, which keep coming. Even on weekends and holidays, when I accompanied her to visit companies, my legs would become sore in less than half a day. You should also be very interested in the clothes she wants to buy. If you ask for your opinion, you must give her a response that she thinks is satisfactory. Having sex is not tiring, but being her follower is more tiring. But it is the husband's responsibility to pay and do the work. And I have found that women are all the same. The satisfaction she gets from shopping will add to the fun of the boudoir.

Remember, we are adapting to the relationship between husband and wife. We are both father and daughter and husband and wife, but emotionally we hope that others will see us as husband and wife.

In public, if someone treats us as two fathers and daughters, it will make Min'er unhappy and embarrass me. Min'er would complain that I wasn't doing well enough. She seemed to mind my appearance, which was older than my actual age. He said that I dressed too old-fashioned and too restrained, and that our appearance didn't match.

She dyed my hair black and bought me a wardrobe of trendy casual clothes.

It took her a lot of persuasion to get me to wear a jacket instead of a full suit to attend a company social gathering.

She said: "Husband, if you don't want others to turn your eyes on us, you have to dress younger. Can you put down the administrative figure for me and dress casually? If you relax, the people around you will be relaxed."

Little by little, I started to dress casually. You could say I became more frivolous as I got older. When I appear in social situations with Min'er by my side, we look less and less like father and daughter. I don't mind the gossip and comments from my colleagues and neighbors. I just do my own thing.

Min'er took a fancy to a foreign community on the island and believed that the atmosphere of the oceanic life there was more suitable for us. So I uprooted it, moved there, and invested in a new community. Neighbors call each other foreign names, and no one cares about what others do when they close the door. And I don't have to be afraid of them knowing that Min'er is my young wife.

One day, I came home a little late and Min'er was not at home. There was a burnt smell of cigarettes in the house. I called her and she said she was in the coffee shop at the pier with Suqin. He felt a little timid, afraid that Suqin would cause trouble, and even more afraid that they would say something hurtful to each other, so he ran to find them. But saw them? Women, chatting and laughing happily.

"Husband, you are here." Min'er called me husband in front of Suqin, without any preparation, which made it difficult for me to deal with it for a while, and a burst of heat penetrated my ears. When I was at a loss, Min'er stood up, took my hand affectionately and took me to sit next to her.

"Husband, is it okay to have a cup of Blue Mountain coffee?" As he said that, he called the boss's wife for me.

I looked at Suqin. She was not wearing any makeup, with a cigarette between her fingers. She still looked so charming.

I haven't seen Min'er since she came back. I've been feeling a little worried for the past few months. I tried to guess what they were talking about based on their expressions. Suqin knew I was looking at her and looked out the window at the sea view.

"Husband, we are all relatives, why are you so tight? Aunt Suqin and I sat down for an afternoon and had a very happy chat. Was it?" She looked at Suqin. Suqin quickly said yes.

"What have you said? Can I listen?" I looked suspicious.

"Honey, don't worry, we didn't say bad things about you behind your back. However, it's all about you, and you don't agree. Don't talk about the process, just tell the conclusion. Aunt Suqin said that you have to take care of her life for many years. My cousin, I have been trained by you since I was a child, and I cherish them and treat them as my brothers and sisters. So the aunt means that my cousins ​​don't have fathers, and I want them to recognize me as godmothers and call you as godmothers. Aunt Suqin, right?"

"Yes, yes, if you don't dislike them naughty..." Suqin answered quickly, but she didn't dare to look at Min'er in front of her eyes.

"Husband, what about you? Do you agree?"

On this occasion, I can only say "agree". I said. "But don't be wishful thinking, ask their brothers and sisters to be willing. They are used to calling cousin, are they willing to call you godmother?"

"Brother, no problem. My two children have always respected Min'er's cousin, and Min'er is very kind to them. As a godmother, there are more benefits, and they are not too happy."

"That's good. We will kiss you in the future, and it will be a family. In the future, Aunt Suqin should not think she is an outsider and bring her cousin and sister to play. Daddy also misses you very much, and hopes to meet you more. Oh, husband, I've said what I think for you, right?"

I didn't know how to answer her, so I avoided the question. Suqin lowered her head and a sensitive and embarrassing situation occurred. Min'er broke the quiet and said, "Aunt Suqin, you said you envy me. What do I have to envy? We have all hurt bad men. But I'm lucky that I have a good father to surrender, and he cares about you too. But he cares about you in different ways. Husband, do you think, is that right?"

I said, yes. Then Suqin looked at her watch and said the boat was about to leave, so we sent Suqin on board. Min'er pretended to be mature and experienced, but then regained some of her innocence and laughed out loud. She said, Husband, your Aunt Suqin is not easy to deal with. She threatened me by negotiating with me by saying that she knew our secret. I asked her to come over and chat with me, and told her that everyone on this island, including the coffee shop owner and the supermarket clerks, knew that I lived with her. I asked her to give up on you, and then promised that we would take care of her life in the future, and I recognized her cousin as my godchildren...

"Min'er, why don't you say it in advance so that I can be mentally prepared. What else do I have to know but haven't known yet?"

"Husband, how did you know I have another thing to tell you? You must be mentally prepared for this matter, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it."

"What do you think? I have a heart attack."

"You can't have heart disease, you have to live because I have it, I have it..."

I stared at her, waiting for her to continue. What did she have? Could it be that she has a terminal illness like her mother?

"Honey, I have Baby. You must treat me well in the future!"

Her voice became very thin and coquettish. At the twilight seaside, she hid herself in my arms and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. This was unexpected news and I began to tremble with excitement. I leaned against the railing and hugged Min'er tightly, feeling her solidity and doubting whether I had heard it wrongly.

"real?"

Min Er nodded shyly. I had mixed emotions; I never thought I would have a child in my old age. The sweetness of being able to get my daughter to marry me, be my partner, and enjoy the marriage life is far more than I can imagine. I never expected my daughter to give birth to a child for me. Having a son to succeed the throne has been the long-cherished wish of an old mother in the countryside.

No words can express my gratitude to Min'er. She said she didn’t know if she could be a good mother.

I said, I also thought having a child was not on your list of considerations, so why are you pregnant again? She said, yes, she never thought about becoming a mother. However, you are so capable, and it happened like this, it was God's will...

The "physical oath" of the night was reunited, allowing a quick sperm to stand up secretly. Unprotected sex, cum in one go. It turned out that Min'er had stopped taking birth control pills and forgot to ask me to wear one when having sex. We have never used condoms, assuming that Min'er is on birth control. However, when having sex with that foreigner, I didn't know whether he was clean or not at first, so I asked him to use a condom. She stopped taking pills, but I took it for granted and never thought about wearing a condom when having sex, and, on that passionate night...

Unable to wait to go home, I grabbed Min'er's breast and gave her a passionate kiss on the dock. Min'er, my daughter, my wife, you are my happiness.

When I accompanied Min'er to the hospital for a physical examination, I met a very familiar person in the waiting room. She noticed that I stared at her and deliberately walked away and escaped, so the doctor called him in. I asked Min'er if she had noticed the woman. She said she seemed to know her but couldn't tell who she was. Just as our eyes met, searching for a name to match that face. Min'er suddenly uttered a name, the name of her ex-husband.

"How is it possible? It's a woman, how could it be him?"

Curiosity made us wait and see until she came out. I unexpectedly called her loudly. She subconsciously reacted to the name and had nowhere to escape. It turned out to be him, finally, he recognized us.

I called him a gorilla, but in fact he was not thick on the outside, and was used to describe him. He was not worthy of playing my "violin". He was originally a classmate of Min'er studying abroad. He faced Min'er, admitted his mistake face to face, and told her about his experience in tears.

He had treated Min Er roughly, which was his way of seeking sexual stimulation, but he could not get it. He had sexual problems, which he discovered before marriage and thought would be solved after marriage. Then, after being seduced by a man in a bar and having sex with him, he discovered that his sexual disorder was due to gender confusion. So, she secretly put on women's clothes, dressed like a woman, and had sex with men, and then she felt pleasure. The affair that Min Er mentioned was actually the boyfriend he met later.

After the divorce, she simply changed into women's clothes, wore skirts, high heels, and stockings, and lived with that man. My God, I used to hate him so much, but now when I see him behaving like a girl, wiping his tears with a handkerchief while asking his daughter to forgive him, my hatred has disappeared by half. Min'er was touched and started crying too.

The memories of that hellish day are all gone, and irreparable trauma has been caused. I hugged her tightly and comforted her.

And what can I do with him? Do you want to vent your anger on him? Or should I ask him to lie on the ground, lift up his butt, lift up his skirt, and let me fuck him a hundred or so times to satisfy my sexual desire? Yes, the inner demon emerged again - Min'er was forced to put on leather pants and turned into a personality slave, lying on the bed, whipping her butt, and that scene was entangled with me again.

That inner demon possessed me, made my words as hard as iron, turned me into a gorilla, and wanted me to abuse my own daughter like he did. I made her my wife... She had suffered enough. The perverted desire aroused by the inner demon should not be vented on the daughter who has already suffered so much. The gorilla should be asked to suffer the punishment instead.

But if I pour my sexual desire on him, it will not only suit his needs, but my punishment will become his pleasure...what can I do with him?

I let him go.

He asked us, how is life? I told him that Min'er stayed with me after her divorce, and I loved her very much and she was very happy. I came to the hospital for a physical examination because I was pregnant. He didn't ask whose child it was? Apologize to Min'er repeatedly and wish her blessing

Min'er didn't look at him directly, and she didn't say a word. At this time, a burly man came in, picked him up and introduced him, and greeted him politely. The man kissed the gorilla's powdered and eyebrow-painted face. The gorilla shook his long hair coquettishly, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him mouth to mouth. Then he let his man put his arms around his waist and took him away in a very intimate manner.

Watching them, chasing their backs, passing through the hospital corridor, was a pair of lovers snuggling up, and the man's hand slid down on his "woman"'s buttocks...

Min'er pushed me and called me: "Husband, are you okay?" I woke up from the contemplation that was like a dream.

I also asked her, what about you? Are you sad? I saw tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, so I wiped them away for her, held her cold hand, and I also burst into tears and sighed.

At night, everyone went to bed with their own thoughts. Min'er still seemed emotionally unstable, so I tried to kiss her and suck her nipples which were swollen due to pregnancy. She was not in the mood for sex and was unresponsive, which was rare.

I pulled her body over and hugged her, let her pillow on my shoulders, and said to her, "Does this matter still bother you? I didn't expect him to become another person."

"Don't mention him again. He taught me disgusting."

"Yes, don't mention him again. After seeing his virtue today, you will give up completely to him. It is actually a good thing. If you are separated, it is better than if you two are reluctant to live together, and everyone is not happy. That is a blessing, right?"

"Yes." Min'er said.

"Min'er, tell you something. I finally understand that the gorilla's physical abuse of you is not just physical torture, but mentally. He has sexual disorders, which makes you never enjoy a normal sex life. Therefore, I understand your needs more. I will try harder to have sex with you and make you a woman who is both physically and mentally satisfied."

Tears welled up in Min'er's eyes. I stopped talking and hugged and kissed her tenderly. Her lips trembled and she pecked me a few times, then she chased me, demanding more. She said, "Dad, you are so nice to me. Sometimes, I don't think it's worth your love for me."

"Silly daughter, what are you doing when I say this? I should have given her to someone else, but I have taken over you."

"Husband, I like you to occupy me. You can occupy me."

While asking for a kiss, she took off her nightgown, exuding the mature charm of a pregnant woman, and her naked body clung to me. It felt like the first time I touched her skin, and it made me feel itchy. It should be said that she suddenly gave me a new experience of her body, which aroused my desire to possess her.

She and I kissed and caressed each other. I put two fingers into her little pussy and teased it gently. My fingers became sensitive and skillfully attacked her sensitive area in the crack of her juicy tender flesh. My fingers became sensitive.

The strange shape that had been erect since the afternoon was pressed down with the body, advancing towards the female body under him, penetrating deeply, but he did not dare to press too hard, for fear of disturbing the piece of flesh in her belly. I heard the panting and calling in my ears, calling my husband and daddy, and wrapping me tighter and tighter, lifting my buttocks, and pushing my words deeper into the ground...

The gorilla is no longer there, and I no longer think about how to make love with Min'er. We eagerly push our bodies to the peak of excitement, not the blood boiling, the ups and downs of the waves. I don't intend to push it to that point. I just want Min'er, my beloved daughter, to feel my reality and consideration.

I didn't tell Miner that my opinion of gorillas had changed. From hating him, to pitying him. In the eyes of others, he became an alternative person and lived an alternative life. Just like Min'er and I, we walk together and live together, and others will have various opinions about us. In the past, I despised incest and could not accept the love between father and daughter, which I thought was disgusting. We would rather break up because of other people's opinions and suffer for the rest of our lives.

Or love each other and live happily? If the gorilla knew that Min'er and I were together, he would bless us.

We never encountered any more gorillas. He disappeared forever, and all the photos of him, including photos with Min'er over the years, disappeared from Min'er's photo album.

As Min'er's belly grew bigger, an unexpected guest came to visit. He is Johnny, who flew all the way from America. I believe I can handle him and accommodate him in the guest room. Johnny really loves Min'er and is a passionate man. He saw with his own eyes Min'er's happy pregnancy and the happy moments preserved in our photo album. He told me that he was relieved and gave us his best wishes.

It happened to be New Year's Eve, and Suqin and the children came to my house for a reunion early in the morning. When Johnny saw Suqin wearing a new cheongsam and her charming figure, he was stunned and captivated. Min'er saw it all, she understood best every characteristic of the Chinese girl that the foreign boy liked? , Suqin has all of these qualities.

We created opportunities for Johnny to get closer to Suqin. Johnny is so direct, he loves when he wants to love. Although there is a language barrier, body gestures are enough to express. Suqin also realized that someone was fascinated by her when she saw her. When Min'er took Suqin to the kitchen to wash dishes, I saw her giving her instructions. Su Qin shook her head violently and said it was not possible

Finally, there was a tacit understanding. Min'er left her children at our house for the New Year, asked Suqin to take Johnny to the New Year market, and asked Johnny to take Suqin home. When Johnny didn’t come back to spend the night, he knew that it was time to do it.

Suqin was worried that Johnny was too young and not a good match. Foreigners cannot tell the age of Oriental women, and they are more attractive than Western girls. Johnnie misunderstood that Su Qin and Min'er are two sisters, and we also followed suit and pushed this "sister-brother relationship" to another stage. Min'er used her first-person experience to convince Suqin that Johnny was a rare good man, and if it weren't for me, she would not have let him go.

Suqin is quite skilled in bed, and Johnny has already worshipped her as Guanyin Bodhisattva. I was amazed at the delicate texture of her skin. So Min'er acted as a matchmaker and both parties were willing. Suqin went to the United States to live together first, and then got married. Good things are settled. I promised that when Suqin remarried, I would be the master of ceremonies and take her to the church. But we have to wait until Min'er gives birth.

After the child was born, he planned to take the child back to his hometown with Min'er and call him "Mother-in-law". The doctor said that there is a high chance that our child will be a boy. Now that I feel at ease, I feel more confident when I go back to meet my fellow villagers.

I am the only son in three generations, and my mother hopes that I can find a way to have a son. Min'er is not a grandson. Although my mother is old-fashioned, she always loves me, her only daughter. Now, Min'er wants to ask her for her status as a wife. Her grandmother is in the face of her ancestors and her grandson wants to "return to the family". If someone lights the lamp at home, the water will flow back to her own fields, and she will suffer.

My story needs to be told. In order to write it out, I have been unable to go to bed for many nights. Is Min'er accusing me of my computer? I have made several complaints.

"Honey, come to bed!"

Did you hear her calling me again and again? I had to stop there. Happy New Year! You can’t neglect your wife.

She was waiting for me on the bed with her translucent bra and G-string on and her big belly. In fact, my penis has become erect because of recounting my love story with Min'er. Can I have sex when my wife is pregnant? We never stopped having sex when she got pregnant. Just change your body position.

As for whether I would order her to put on those little leather shorts, whip her snow-white buttocks lightly with a whip, making her body itchy and my heart painful? Let you use your imagination. Sex scenes may end, but love will never end. The vast imagination sky, let you gallop.