Father and Daughter in the Moonlight (Family Incest Adult Novel)

My father is a police officer. He is 45 years old and 180 cm tall. Long-term exercise has kept him in pretty good shape.

He can run 1,500 meters in 7 minutes and can do push-ups or pull-ups with ease. Because of long-term and continuous exercise, his muscles look no different from those of a young man in his twenties. Dr. Ju said that there is no sign of aging in his heart and lungs.

My mother...she has been dead for 10 years. She was also a police officer, but unfortunately she died while on duty. She was only 30 years old. After that, my father never remarried. My father's colleagues introduced many people to him, and many girls also took the initiative to look for my father. I remember that the youngest of them was only 20 years old, not much older than me. But my father refused them all. I remember that year, I secretly overheard the conversation between my father and their team leader Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang said, "Old Lin, what's wrong with you? There are so many girls out there, but you don't like any of them?"

My father said, "No." "Then what's wrong with you?" "Lao Wang, I was thinking that my child is now in her teens, her personality fluctuates the most, and she is the most difficult to get along with. If I were to find another one, how much would it affect her? Besides, the personalities of those girls are not good either. Some of them clearly said they don't want Nannan (my nickname). If I marry them, how much suffering will the child suffer! I don't want to let Ping (my mother) down."

"Well, that's what you say, but she is a girl. It's okay now, but in a few years, there will be some things that will be difficult for you as a man to handle. Besides, a family cannot be complete without a woman!" After talking for a long time, the father finally did not agree to remarry. To be honest, I was really afraid that my father would remarry at that time. I even thought that if my father found a new mother for me, I would die. I was very happy to hear that my father would not remarry. Alas, I was still young at that time, how could I understand the difficulties my father faced!

As expected, my father never remarried, and he took on the dual responsibilities of being a parent. Working in the police force is usually very tiring, but no matter how tired I am, it never misses my meals. At that time, I was very happy that my father would not remarry, so I shared some of the housework. But school was also very busy, so I never got much done.

The biggest change in my father since my mother passed away is that he started smoking and drinking. When my mother was alive, my father didn't smoke or drink. After my mother passed away, he quickly started to learn these two things. I often saw my father drinking alone. Sometimes, Uncle Wang would come to drink with my father, and at this time, they would say some words that I couldn’t understand, such as "the embarrassment of a single man" and so on. However, I eventually understood what this sentence meant.

I was 15 years old that year. I remember it was a Saturday and my father went to a reunion of his comrades-in-arms. He came home late at night and seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol. I helped him into the bedroom. Dad kept muttering something, and I noticed that the way he looked at me was a little different from usual. I helped him onto the bed and Dad waved me out. I walked out and went back to my room to read.

After a few minutes, I heard some noise in my father's room. I thought he wanted to vomit, so I went over. But when I walked to the door of his room, I heard him calling someone's name. I thought he was calling for his mother, and it wasn't strange because he had been calling for his mother's name every night for so many years. I didn't want to go in and disturb him, so I stood at the door and listened quietly. However, what I heard was not my mother's name, but my name. I heard my father calling my name in a low voice, "Xiaoying, Xiaoying." The tone was really strange.

I walked stealthily to the door and looked inside through the crack. What I saw shocked me. Dad was kneeling on the bed, holding a photo of me in one hand and stroking a cock with the other hand. The cock was long and thick, and looked like my arm. At the front of the cock was something like a small umbrella. Dad's hands moved faster and faster, and his body seemed to be tightening. Finally, he let out a low roar, and a white substance spurted out of the cock and shot onto the photo.

At that time, I didn’t know what that dick was, nor did I know what my father was doing. I just thought that I had finally found the photo I lost. But at that time, watching this scene, my feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. I stood in front of the door and waited until I finished watching the whole thing before I walked back to the room in a daze. When I was sitting on the bed, I felt my crotch was wet. I took off my underwear and found my lower body was a mess.

I looked at this scene in confusion, and suddenly, my father's actions just now came to my mind, and I suddenly remembered a few words: penis, male, sex, ejaculation... My mind was in a mess and I felt my stomach tremble at the same time.

I rushed to the bathroom and vomited over the toilet. After vomiting, I sat on the ground weakly, and suddenly I felt a force rushing out from my lower abdomen. My lower body became wet and itchy, and my two breasts began to swell and ache. My hands unconsciously reached down to my lower body...and soon, I had my first orgasm in my life. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, and I knew clearly that from today on, I was no longer a little girl. I had grown up, and it was my father who made me grow up.

I don’t know how to describe my mood at that time. I was ashamed and happy at the same time, and then full of resentment towards my father. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my father had left. He had to do his work in the police force. A big bowl of fragrant noodles was placed on the table. After reading this, my tears suddenly flowed out. I no longer resented my father. I understood what the "embarrassment of a single man" was. I also understood the meaning of Uncle Wang's words "a man cannot live without a woman."

But I was still ignorant at that time. I just thought that I should do more for my father so that he would no longer feel embarrassed. From then on, no matter how busy I was with my studies, I would always try to do more housework. Under my management, the house gradually became tidy and my father became more energetic. At that time, I noticed that the way he looked at me was gradually changing. It was the look of a woman rather than a little girl.

My father no longer called me "Nannan" but "Xiaoying". He no longer hugged me casually or poked me with his beard. He no longer bought me food but cosmetics instead. I clearly felt that my father already regarded me as a woman.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed. I was admitted to university and my father was alone at home again. Before I left, I reminded him of all the big and small matters at home several times. It was not until he smiled and said, "Great, your daughter has grown up! She knows how to manage the household now." that I realized that I had completely adapted to the role of "housewife".

But how can I not feel shy because of its meaning?

In college, I learned more about the relationship between men and women, and I also fully understood my father's "embarrassment"

Thinking of my father's troubles and the hard work he had done over the past ten years, I once thought: I am also a woman, why can't I use my body to help my father solve his troubles? He is my father. He gave me everything I have. What can't I give him? Moreover, his ten years of hard work and suffering are worth anything I can do for him, including comforting him with my body. But the power of the world is enormous. I know very well that I am willing to do anything for my father in my heart, but the huge pressure of the world makes it impossible for me to make up my mind. Until I met "Sister Hong".

I met her online. She also had that kind of relationship with her father. We talked for a long time, and one of her words touched me. She said, "The secular world is ruthless, but love is eternal and indestructible. Parental love is especially selfless. My father endured loneliness for more than a decade for me, and he even sold his blood for me. As a daughter, everything I have comes from him. What can I not give him?"

I was shocked. I knew that my father had done no less for me than her father. If she could do it, why couldn't I! I am an adult now. I can decide my own affairs and be responsible for my own affairs.

Time always passes quickly. Winter vacation came in the blink of an eye. I returned home and found that my father did not have a girlfriend and he still lived alone. I made up my mind to do what I was going to do. But I found that it is not that simple. Unlike me, my father is older and more deeply influenced by the secular world. Even if I want to do something, I may not be able to influence him. I don't know how to start.

I know very well that this method of "talking" will not work at all. If it fails once, there will never be a next chance, and it will seriously affect our father-daughter relationship. I was at a loss as to what to do, so I had to turn to Sister Hong for help again.

She said that her father did not agree at first, and her father was a mountain man, and even more stubborn, but she still persuaded him and said that she was willing to help me.

She told me to pay attention to my appearance and not to be careless just because I was at home, but to always pay attention to every aspect of myself and to be feminine; also, it would be ideal if I could let my father see my body a few times. Other than that, she said she would talk to my dad online and see what to do.

From then on, I really started to pay attention to my actions and started to make myself more like a "woman". I tried to imagine myself as a tenant rather than a daughter, and treat my father as an ordinary "man". I also intentionally left the bathroom door unlocked when I took a shower, and I knew my father had seen it.

I also tried to overcome my psychological discomfort by wearing only a nightgown without a bra or panties when I was at home. I clearly felt that the way my father looked at me was becoming more and more different. A few times, I even saw a beast-like light in his eyes. But even so, my father's attitude towards me became more and more distant, and he was deliberately avoiding me. I didn't know what to do, I was conflicted: on the one hand, I felt like I was tempting my father to commit a crime; on the other hand, I felt like I wasn't charming enough to achieve my goal.

On the Internet, Sister Hong finally spoke one day. She said that she could see that my father was attracted to me. She said that my father told her that he didn't even dare to face me, for fear of doing something to hurt me. She also said that my father said that he had not been able to sleep well every night in the past few days.

Sister Hong said to me, "Come on, little sister, you're almost there!" But I was becoming more and more conflicted, so I said to her, "Sister Hong, I don't want to do this anymore! I feel like this is tempting my dad to commit a crime! And I feel like I'm a prostitute, trying every way to give my body to others to use, but the client turned out to be my father! I heard that there's a beast in every man's heart, and now I feel it. Do I really want to do that? Do I try every way to destroy the great image of my father in my heart??!!!"

She was silent for a long time and then replied, "Yes, I have thought about this.

You have to know that what we do is not only not tolerated by the world, but also not tolerated by nature. My father and I had three children, but I couldn't let them be born because they were not only unethical, but also unnatural: they all had defects. At this time, I also wondered, why am I doing this? ? What I did was not wrong, but I felt uneasy. I felt that, in a sense, we might also become "Iocasta", violating human ethics and eventually suffering the consequences. "She then said," My dear sister, you are a brave girl and a smart person.

You should know that the road we are taking is actually a road of no return. We may never be able to expect the sympathy of the world and will always be alone. So why do we make ourselves sad? If you are in doubt, don't force it. Because even though we are not wrong, we will be lonely. You may have to carry this heavy burden for the rest of your life.

In this case, why don’t we allow ourselves to give our bodies in happiness and spend these years in happiness? ! "Since then, Sister Hong disappeared and I never saw her again. My plan also came to a halt.

Life seemed to have returned to normal quickly, but my heart was not at peace and I was always fighting with myself. Until one day, my father and I went out to buy New Year's goods. When we came back, my father insisted on carrying the things upstairs by himself. I couldn't persuade him, so I had to agree. I was walking behind him and suddenly noticed that he was getting old. His gray hair and slightly bent waist all showed his aging. In fact, from a positive perspective, my father doesn't look old, and his physique is no worse than mine. Whether it's leg strength, arm strength or waist strength, my father is far better than me, and better than the young people in their team, but I still think he is old. My tears suddenly came out. When we got home, I asked him, "Dad, why don't you get married again?" He said, "I'm not young anymore. If I get married again, I'll have to bear the burden. I'm not a young man anymore, so I'm afraid I can't handle it. Besides, my daughter is taking care of the family, so I'm relieved.

And, alas, I still can't forget your mother! "Yes, Mom, why did I forget that?

Isn’t it because I have my mother’s blood that I want to be with my father? Why do I think of myself as a prostitute?

No, I am not. I am an extension of my mother. I will make up for what my mother owes my father!

Once you make up your mind, the rest will be much easier. I know what my dad will do and when. I will wait for a few days, I will wait for a memorable day.

Soon, it was New Year’s Eve. Our family hasn’t celebrated the Chinese New Year since my mother passed away. Every New Year’s Eve, Dad would stay in his room, mumbling to himself in front of Mom’s photo. But I know that the protagonist has changed since I entered high school. Just as my father said, I look more and more like my mother...

After dinner, my father and I left the restaurant. Dad went back to his room. And I returned to the room after washing myself thoroughly. In my room, I took off my clothes and gently applied the lubricant I had prepared on my lower body. Then I knelt down and prayed devoutly to my mother, asking her to bless me and to make up for my father's hard work and fatigue with myself.

I walked into my father's room, and as I expected, my father was masturbating to my photo. When he saw me, the photo in my father's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He was stunned. I guess that although he had always had some thoughts about his daughter, he never thought that she would do such a thing. Without saying anything, I walked up and sat next to my father. I grabbed his limp penis with my trembling hands and said to him softly, "Dad, let your daughter soothe your tiredness!"

I don't want to say much about the process. In short, under my immature oral skills, Dad quickly regained his vigor and I heard his moans. I fell on my back on the bed, opened my legs as wide as possible, and used my hands to guide Daddy's hardness to touch my tenderness. I felt him trembling, but wasn't I trembling too? At this time, there was no doubt or fear in my heart, only excitement and a little uneasiness. Isn’t it? Do I have to use my body as a daughter, which I have never experienced before, to comfort such a huge thing? It was as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my forearm. I held my knees tightly with both hands and opened my legs as wide as possible. I knew there was no need to say anything more. At this point, every man knew what to do. Sure enough, I felt my father's big palm touching my two red spots. Ah... It was like two electric currents were emitted from my chest and instantly spread throughout my body.

Dad leaned on me and asked me softly, "Good boy, are you really going to do this?" "Yes, Dad, ah... I... I have decided. I will use my body to... ah... to comfort your loneliness! Don't tell me anything... ah... anything that is not worldly. I have thought about it for a long time and waited for a long time. Come on, on your daughter's body, ah... ah... come, come and find your mother's shadow." Dad said nothing more. He gently took my hands away from my knees and raised them above my head. I covered my eyes with my arms and experienced this feeling of happiness with my whole body and mind.

Dad knows Mom’s sensitive points, which means he knows my sensitive points. His hands roamed flexibly on my body, sometimes pinching and pressing my two red spots, sometimes drawing circles flexibly on my virgin land. My body no longer belongs to me, but to its creator... After an unknown amount of time, I felt his hands leave other places and tightly grip my waist, and his legs spread my legs apart. I know that the most important moment has come, Mom, please bless me! Dad bent down and said to me, "I'm coming, it might hurt, if it hurts, just scream out!" I nodded and bit my lower lip tightly. I could feel an extremely hard object thrusting deeply into my tender vagina, and a huge pain that seemed to tear my body apart rushed up from my lower body to my head. My tears burst out immediately, and I also clearly felt a salty and fishy taste in my mouth.

Dad stopped, took his hand off my waist, gently wiped my tears, and said lovingly, "Does it hurt? Good girl, the most uncomfortable time is over. Next, I will let my good daughter enjoy the greatest happiness!"

Thinking about it now, I have no doubt that it was the first time in my life that I felt such great joy: Dad's hands once again flexibly wandered over my body, his hardness also flexibly expanded and contracted, and gently twitched in my narrow and delicate body. Every twitch made my pain disappear a little, and my joy increased a little. In the end, I only remember that I was completely lost in that amazing joy: waves of warm currents rose from that gentle place and slowly spread throughout the body. My brain was out of order and my mind was confused. I only remember that every time the hard pillar entered, it would push into the tender depths, break the opening of the womb, and touch the top of the palace. And after each almost endless retreat, the edge of the giant umbrella would always bring out warm water to moisten the lush grass.

After that, I would always fall asleep during a dizzying fall, and when I woke up, the giant pillar was still going in and out endlessly, so I would repeat the scene just now: thrusting my body, shouting something, and continuing to go crazy... I didn’t know how long I was crazy that night, and after the last time, I felt my father's hot semen shoot into my deepness, and then I fainted again. Then, it was until the next day.

I woke up to my father's kind eyes and then threw myself into his arms. While he was kissing me, he gently twisted my waist and cheeks with his hands, and told me about my madness last night, until I shyly buried my head in his arms. Dad said I had a total of 7 orgasms last night. "You are as sensitive as your mother!" But after all, he persisted for an hour. How many people can do that? !

From then on, I stayed with my father until I graduated from college, when I decided to try to have a child with him. We agreed that if we gave birth to a healthy child, it would mean that God allowed us to be together. From then on, he would no longer be the father and I would no longer be the daughter. We would live in another place with our son as husband and wife. If we gave birth to a child with defects, it would mean that God was angry with us and we would separate immediately, get married separately and return to our original lives.

Thank God, I have gone through countless examinations since I became pregnant, and today I can finally confirm that I am pregnant with a healthy boy. I will give birth to him. He will be the flesh and blood of Rui Ge (originally my father and now my husband) and me, and will be a gift that my mother and I give to Rui Ge. Moreover, I have found a job in another country, and our family of three will immigrate together. Eventually, I believe, we will have a wonderful life.

Also: When I started thinking about writing this article, it was after Rui Ge and I had sex for the first time. However, when I started writing, I had already graduated, and it was the first time we had sex without any contraceptive measures. When it finally ended, I was nine months pregnant and about to give birth. When I was finishing, Rui Ge had his ear pressed against my belly to listen to the voice of our son. Now, I have done everything, and through some complicated methods, we are now a legal couple. Tomorrow we will leave and never come back.

Looking back, we, especially me, have gone through a very bumpy journey. I believe that there must be many girls who have experienced the same situation as me, but there are almost no ones who have the courage and especially the luck to reach my step. Sister Hong is right: the world is ruthless. At the same time, the influence of tradition on people is deep-rooted.

Besides courage, I think the most important thing that has allowed me to get here is luck.

I don’t think that sisters who have experienced the same thing as me need to do the same thing as I did. On the contrary, I have understood Sister Hong, her tiredness and pain. I want to say, sisters, don’t challenge the secular world casually. That is dangerous. People who are detached from the secular world are always lonely. I was lucky enough not to encounter more difficulties, but who knows what will happen in the future?