Ever since I was in middle school, I’ve been confused. I don’t know why I like that so much. Maybe.
Half because of loneliness, half because of my family’s special circumstances.
My husband went to work abroad for two years. It’s not easy for a woman, and what’s more, my mom left early. I’m…
Can you understand the suffering of a person? Can one person really understand another?
（♂）
Over the years, I’ve taken care of everything on my own. Her mom died early, so I’ve been a father and a mother, taking care of everything by myself.
It’s not easy for me to raise a child.
Find another one? Yes, it makes sense to find another one. Help out, share the housework, the finances.
I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of each other when you’re old. At least men and women can work together without getting tired.
After the mourning period, some friends and relatives started to introduce me. To be honest, I was tempted, but I didn’t marry again.
I’m afraid they’ll take my property and treat Lanlan badly.
People who know me say that I am a good father. Many of my friends and family advise me with a twinkle in their eye that at this rate
No, it’s not good for you physically either.
I’m not sure what the hell they’re trying to say.
I work hard, that’s known to everyone. I’m straight, everyone knows that too. I’m exceptionally strong in that area, and I can only
Tolerating and holding back my suffering, my friends and family don’t know.
What happened afterward was my blessing and my reward, who knows?
（♀）
Hubby went to be based abroad. Two weeks after he left, I started to feel that hard.
I don’t know how to get rid of it when I’m horny. I can touch myself, but when I’m married, my vagina tastes like a meat stick, and I touch myself.
Lame.
One person has no energy to cook, and is too lazy to do it or eat it. I lost weight very quickly. My dad came to visit.
Me, saying I’m out of breath.
（♂）
I’m heartbroken. This is not a long-term solution. I said why don’t you move in with me and take care of each other?
Conveniently, it saves a lot of hard work on the road, and you can still eat by the meal. She agreed.
（♀）
My dad started helping me categorize things.
Looking at the tendons bulging on his arms and smelling the odor of testosterone emanating from his body, my heart was pounding
Jump. I am blessed that he is in good health.
（♂）
After moving in, things packed up, and smelling her scent that I knew so well, my heart, moved.
Lanlan asked me, “Shall we eat or that first?”
First, of course! I pressed her to the bed as soon as I could.
（♀）
My cunt was swollen with desire. He peeled off my panties. I was happy to. We’ve both been there.
No squirming. I find squirming and covering up to be the most pretentious.
He took care of everything from my childhood, school transfers, parent-teacher conferences, everything.
Come on, I know it’s hard for him.
I was in fourth grade and he told me that girls grow up and get their first period and not to be afraid. In fifth grade, I came
It’s over, and my dad is very subdued, pulling out the tampons and sanitary tapes that he has prepared for me. I looked at the tampon and wondered what
What’s it for? My dad said that there would be more blood on the first day and the second day, and that wearing this would help hold the hygiene in place
Towels, especially at night, do not easily stain bed sheets and bedding.
I was smart enough as a kid to protect myself without hurting my dad when it came to things like this. We were in front of outsiders.
The father-daughter relationship was a natural rapport. By the time I got married, I was still a virgin.
（♂）
I’m big on sex education for her, like walking around the house so naked after baths and never wearing clothes
Pants. I intentionally helped her familiarize herself with men, their bodies and reactions.
Before she married out, I helped her bathe all the time, sometimes together. I thought it was natural and natural
And yet. What’s there?
I washed her bottom. I know she has pleasure. If she objected, I would respect that. But she never
I didn’t object to it.
（♀）
I learned a long time ago that it’s hard for a man to live without a woman. I know that my father never remarried because of me
Good. And I know it’s not normal for him to be alone in this state.
When he was really hard, he let me wash his penis with soap and masturbate for him until he ejaculated on me and on the
In my hand. The process of a man’s ejaculation was something I knew at a very young age, and it was a knowledge of sorts. But he never hurt
Me.
He made me feel more pleasurable and happy than I had ever felt before. I realized that he was very good at playing with women’s bodies and senses
Consciousness. Physically he has a hard time with it too. He and I “help each other”.
I am more and more eager for “that thing”. In the unit, in the eyes of others, I am the backbone of the business, filial daughter.
Female, a good little daughter-in-law.
Only I know that I’m a kinky bastard at heart. Maybe I developed it early?
Marital incest is not a hindrance to my husband, nor is it disrespectful to my mom. If dad whored out his chickens, or if I came out
Walls, you can get STDs, you can get pestered, and the consequences are always better than settling for yourself.
（♂）
She releases pressure on my seminal vesicles and keeps me healthy. I also masturbate her to give her pleasure.
I don’t see anything wrong with that. It’s behind closed doors. As long as I keep my mouth shut, no one
would know. And she won’t say.
I’ve never felt guilty. I don’t think I’m an asshole. On the contrary, I think I’m a good father.
（♀）
Dad and I were both well read and opinionated, so the worldly things didn’t affect us much.
Dad cleaned up his act and didn’t go to the ladies. I give him vent and satisfaction. He treats me better when I give it to him.
virtuous circle.
Before we were married, my father gave me a taste of womanhood and the ecstasy of pleasure.
I live here with my father, and in the summer, it’s hot, and I wear little, so I’m transparent, and I have a lustful heart, and I’m always intentionally naked in front of him.
Showing part of my body to satisfy my desire for exposure.
To say that I seduced Dad would be an understatement, and of course the fact that he was in great shape was a contributing factor.
After we got married, we didn’t use contraception, and two years have passed without any movement. I went behind my husband’s back and went to the maternity hospital.
Disappoints and relaxes me.
Diagnosis: I have tubal failure.
The doctor suggested that I have my tubes unblocked. I said no.
When I came out of the maternity hospital, I bought myself a cup of ice cream and ate it beautifully.
It means: I can play with an open mind and not get pregnant.
I immediately dialed my cell phone: Dad? I have good news for you. ……
（♂）
Theoretically incestuous, in practice Lanlan will not get pregnant, there is no possibility of confusing the blood to jeopardize society, the
So between my daughter and I it’s purely a matter of fulfilling our respective physical needs, the same as eating and sleeping.
I kissed her. She reached down and touched my cock. It made me so hard.
She touched it for a moment and whispered to me, “I’m tickled.”
I pinched her clit and asked her, “Where are you tickling?”
She smiled, twisted her head, and didn’t say anything.
I got up and said, “I’m going to make dinner if I don’t.”
She hurriedly said, “I have an itch inside.”
I continued to masturbate her, asking, “Where’s the inside?”
She blushed and whispered, “Force.”
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I love it when my dad talks dirty to me in bed. My husband never talks about it, he just muffles it, it’s no fun.
My dad masturbated me while asking, “Did you touch yourself yesterday?”
I answered honestly as I stroked his cock, “Well, stroked it.”
He asked, “Have you had your fun? Are you there yet?” (Over the top = yes = orgasm.)
I said, “Uh-huh.”
He asked, “How?”
I had to perform for him in front of him, touching my own tits and pussy at the same time, and my pussy was soon wet. I loved it.
Happy to tease a man.
He watched me masturbate and asked me, “Stuff a carrot?”
I said, “No.”
He asked, “Who was in your head at the time when you were over yourself at home?”
I answered truthfully, “I miss my husband.”
He asked, “Nonsense! What do you want with him?”
I said, “I think six escaped convicts broke into my house, viciously stripped me of my clothes, tore up my underwear, and then I was forced to go back to my house.
They were groping, pinching, pressing and sipping my tits, and they kept speaking foul language to me. They groped me, manipulated me, and ravaged me.
I was, tortured and raped. There were so many other men around me.”
He touched my vaginal opening and said, “You’re soaking wet.”
I said, “Yeah. Daddy help.”
He said, “What’s wrong with you?”
I said, “The little slut is itching.”
He went underneath me, spread my thighs and started to take me. I like to be gripped, but my husband never grips me.
It’s smelly, maybe it feels cheap.
My dad started licking my clitoris with his tongue, licking my labia, and scraping me with the tip of his lips, and I was so sensitive to his scraping.
I where.
He had an erection. His penis was particularly thick, strong and powerful, so much bigger than my husband’s, and the mojo on my vagina
Rubs are also better than my husband and in more positions and for longer.
I was gripped to one orgasm. He was very clever and always used his tongue fingers and even toes to satisfy me first before
Do whatever you want.
When I had climaxed, he came up and hugged me, his face and chin covered in his saliva and my secretions.
Daddy plugged me. The familiar feeling of being stuffed. The crunching began.
（♂）
The old iron frame bed was overage for service and creaked and rattled when it moved.
I said, “Tomorrow I’ll get a new bed with hydraulic levers and no noise at all”.
There.”
She said, “Don’t. I just love the crunch.”
I said, “How hard is it to hear?”
She said, “As soon as I hear that crunch, I come to feel it down there.”
I put more effort into nailing her. Self-production is a different kind of excitement.
（♀）
I was maddened by my dad’s nappy. His cock was the magic wand, moving and stopping for an hour at a time. Highly favored picking and slipping
The car, picking me to pieces.
My husband is up to two minutes at a time.
Daddy’s erect genitals rubbed back and forth in my cunt. It was rubbing me so well. Daddy was raping me.
While raping, he called me by my nickname.
（♂）
She said to me as she took the nappy, “Daddy, scold me.”
I know my daughter loves to hear me scold her while I’m nailing her.
I said, “Slutty cunt, slutty bitch!”
She said, “Ouch Daddy …… ouch ouch ouch, I feel so good! I haven’t had a nappy in days and my cunt is itching.”
I said, “Unwanted cunt! Slut!”
She said, “Yes, yes, I’m a slut ……”
I said, “Pick yourself!”
Her hand broke open her cunt, began to pick at the cunt beans.
（♀）
My fingers are flexible and soft, intentional, light and heavy, cold and warm.
In front of Daddy, already wet fingers lingered in the most sensitive places.
In bed, in these soul-stirring moments of arousal, it is more stimulating to say something boldly foul and dirty.
My dad specializes in irritating me with profanity, and I love it.
He asked, “Lanlan, what are you doing with Dad?”
I replied, “Lan Lan is in nappies with Daddy.”
He asked, “Where’s Dad’s cock?”
I said, “It’s in Lanlan’s cunt.”
Listening to this, talking about this, I wanted nothing more than for him to thrust into me.
The water splashes. My palms sweat. I lose control and let out a dull grunt.
It felt so good to have sex. My vagina is so full and I can feel my dad’s penis thrusting and pushing against my vagina.
The friction, the thick, hard cock rubbing against my delicate, warm cunt cavity was so erotic.
（♂）
It was like I could feel the folds of her cunt expanding as I nailed her.
Her cunt was extra wet, bringing out water with every pump. My balls were covered in her juices.
She suddenly yelled, her head thrown back, her face blue and grimacing in a very ugly way. I knew she was high
The tide has turned.
I can nail my own daughter to orgasm. I’m proud.
I love to see her come. I love to see her lose control. She’s so much sluttier than her mom when she comes like that.
（♀）
I’m so happy I’m deflated.
I’m falling into an abyss of humiliation and pleasure, I’m flying on my cock, I’m falling, I can’t tell the difference between what I’m feeling and what I’m doing.
Is it joy or despair to be subjected to it? Is it ugly or beautiful?
All I know is that my cunt is drooling a lot. What a cheap cunt I am, slobbering on Daddy. I can hear you.
My cunt was gurgling from the nappy.
Like a cow stomping on rotten mud or a fancy cat licking water. That’s me making animal noises that put me to shame. That’s wonderful.
The sound.
Dad touched my face, my lips and the corners of my mouth while he was nailing me. I instinctively took his fingers in my mouth.
Sip.
Dad said, “Look at you slutty!”
Daddy accelerated my nailing. I was being held by my own father, my mouth on his fingers, my legs shamelessly wrapped around
Holding onto Daddy’s waist, my own hand breaking open my cunt and picking at the cunt beans.
How lewd is this image? I was lewd and bad. A wave of dizziness washed over me at the thought, and my bottom began to slam
Force contraction. I’m here.
I had an orgasm from my dad’s cock. The orgasm felt so good. In that moment.
You’ll feel that it’s worth whatever it takes to get there!
A slow-motion fall from the tidal wave of orgasm, sanity slowly returning. Lost in thought, I looked up at the ceiling and saw Mom
Mom, seeing my husband, seeing them watching me, their faces calm and serene.
I repaid my dad’s nurturing and sacrifice with my body. But after all, it was my own father, and it always felt weird.
The.
I know I’m doing bad things. I’m guilty.
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop.
（♂）
I touched her smack. Her smack was so swollen and bulging that even though she was lying flat on her back, I could still clench the youthful texture of the
Sense. I like the smacking big ones.
No reason. Just hate airfields. It’s my preference.
I asked, “Is Captain Self cool?”
She said, “Well, but it’s not as good as Daddy made it.”
I pulled my cock out and fingered her cunt. Her cunt was hot and the soup was flowing.
I pushed my big, hard cock, dipped in her murky, sticky soup, right into her mouth. I nailed it hard like an animal.
My daughter’s mouth.
Vulgar? I’m still that vulgar.
Love is supposed to be holy, right? How can it be so spoiled? I still do.
（♀）
Daddy’s cock was completely stuffed and slippery in my mouth.
The pubic hairs were sticking out of my nostrils and making me want to sneeze. Before I could sneeze, I realized that the big cock was already straight
Stabbed me in the throat.
My stomach turned over and I immediately wanted to throw up.
Dad had me roll over on top of him, woman on top 69.
Dad’s cock was nailing my mouth, his mouth and hands were playing with my bottom, and he even started drilling my asshole.
Child.
He made my cunt swell and itch again. This stuff is soul-crushing and really addictive.
I’m feeling it in my rectum too, it’s embarrassing ……
（♂）
She suddenly spit out my cock.
I heard her say to me, “Daddy, the little slut needs to poop stink.”
I didn’t even think about it, I just said, “Pull Dad’s face.”
She started to make a push, but after several minutes, no movement.
（♀）
Daddy kept holding my ass. I guess he had his eyes on my ass the whole time.
I can’t pull it out no matter how much I try to relax. I’m really embarrassed. I’ve never played this kind of game even if I know my dad well.
Theater.
Daddy slapped my ass balls and said, “Little slut, pucker your ass! Why don’t Daddy take you? Like you.
Like when you were a kid?”
I realized that my dad had seen me poop countless times when I was a kid.
Pull it. I’m Daddy’s little slut anyway.
I heard my dad say, “Your mom has more lines around her eyes than there are creases on your asshole.”
I laughed and relaxed. Not the slightest bit disrespectful. Any woman has to age someday.
（♂）
I licked her asshole greedily. Her little asshole was so wet and slippery from my licking. Everything was ready, just waiting for the Lord
Corner up.
I heard her utter a word of vigor.
Right in front of my eyes, just four or five centimeters from my face, I saw my daughter’s asshole start to push out and
Extravasation. That ring of anal dilatation muscle begins to fill with blood and is lavender in color.
The asshole is stretched out!
I saw the top of the shit head come out.
I could smell her shit now, and my heart started beating faster, head light and feet light. There’s definitely magic in that smell.
Power. I haven’t really seen her poop since she was an adult.
Coarse shaped shit strips were making their way out the door, and it was a tough ride.
The strips of exposed shit got longer and longer and longer and longer and longer. Jesus Christ, what is she eating these days?
What?
The head of shit landed on my nose. I cupped my hand carefully to help move it back for fear of breaking it. I want to see it.
Exactly how long.
（♀）
I heard my dad praising, “Lanlan, you’re beautiful. You’re awesome! Cheer up. You poop so well.
WATCH. How can you poop strips look so pretty?”
I pooped and pooped and pooped under my dad’s watchful eye. I was so excited to defecate in front of my dad because I meant to
I realize that this is a sick act. The sicker it gets, the more excited I get. It’s a strange world.
Such behavior would be unthinkable for my husband.
（♂）
The strong scent of shit wrapped around me. I perversely indulged to my heart’s content.
Suddenly, my daughter’s pussy mouth loosened, the urethra spewed out a bubble of yellow hot urine, and all of it was on my face. What a slut.
I drink some of it, it’s salty and not good. (Do you guys think I’m really sick? I choose my food carefully.
…… : D)
The shitstrip continues to drain out. I touched the shit. It’s lumpy, cohesive, hard, and about five inches in diameter.
centimeters and about forty centimeters long.
She finally finished pooping. The strip of shit completely fell into my hands. Without even thinking about it, I peeled open her pussy and took her shit.
Strip into her pussy.
I clutched her shit stripes and nailed her hard.
She wiggled her ass, moaned, and even pushed her ass towards me. I realized that the slut wanted me to fuck her deeper.
The big thick forty centimeter strip of shit must have been pushing against the opening of her womb.
（♀）
Why? Why am I so comfortable in the midst of such perverted behavior?
Dad flexed his legs. I wrenched his foot and started licking his toes.
Psychologically it always feels wrong, I know shame. Physically, I secrete, I enjoy, I put morals,
Shame thrown far away.
I realize we’re all psychopaths.
But the more I consciously feel that the other person is my father, the more excited I get and feel that it feels different from my husband (
My sex life with my husband just seems bland and boring.)
The shit I had taken began to partially melt under the action of my pussy water, and the sticky shit slathered my pussy in a filthy mess.
I knew too well that incest was to be condemned. But I couldn’t stop.
I knew it was wrong of me, but I was powerless to help myself. I pouted on the bed by my dad taking my own freshly pooped out
Shitstrip napped and whimpered and moaned like a bitch.
（♂）
Suddenly, the phone rang.
I left the shit-stick in my daughter’s pussy, took a handkerchief to wipe my hands, and picked up the phone.
（♀）
Dad put the phone down and I asked, “Who is it?”
Dad said, “Don’t ask yet. Wait until it’s over.”
I asked, “Who the hell?”
Dad sighed and said, “It’s your husband. Said he was coming back.”
God, my husband is coming back! What am I supposed to do? Give up my tough father? Go back to my soft husband?
Or give up your husband?
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