He can run 1500 meters in 7 minutes and do push-ups or pull-ups with ease. Because of his long and uninterrupted exercise, the muscles on his body look no different from those of a young man in his twenties, and Dr. Arrogant says that his heart and lungs don’t show aging.
My mother …… She has died 10 years ago, my mother is also a police officer, but in the course of an unfortunate death in the course of a mission, when only 30 years old. Since then, my father has not remarried. My father’s coworkers had introduced my father to a lot of people, and there are many girls who take the initiative to find my father, I remember, the youngest of them is only 20 years old, not much older than me. But my father refused all of them. I remember that year, I secretly overheard the words of my father and their captain, Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang said, “Old Lin, what’s the matter with you? You can’t even look at all the girls?”
The father said, “No.” “Then what’s wrong with you?” “Old Wang, I’m thinking, the child is now in her teens, her personality fluctuates the most, and she’s also the hardest to get along with, so if I were to find another one, how much of an impact would it have on her? Besides, the character of those women is not good, there are a few explicitly said that they do not want Nuan Nuan (my nickname), if I marry them into the door, the child will have to suffer a lot of crime ah! I don’t want to apologize to Ping (my mother).”
“Alas, that’s true, but she’s a girl. It’s fine now, but in a few years’ time, there will be some things that will be very difficult for an old man to handle. Besides, a family without a woman is not a family!” After talking for a long time, my father didn’t agree to marry again. To be honest, at that time, I was really afraid of my father to marry again, I even thought that if my father wanted to find me a new mother, I would die. I was happy to hear that my father would not marry again. Alas, at that time, I was still young, how do I know my father’s difficulties!
My father really did not remarry, and he took on the double responsibility of his parents. He was usually very tired from his work in the police force, but even if he was tired, he didn’t delay a meal for me. At that time, because I was very happy that my father did not marry again, I also shared some of the housework. But school was just as busy, so I never got to do much.
The biggest change in my father since my mother’s death was that he started smoking and drinking. When my mother was alive, my father was a non-smoker and non-drinker, and he quickly began to learn both after her death. I often saw my father drinking alone. Sometimes Uncle Wang would come and drink with him, and they would talk about things I didn’t understand, such as “the embarrassment of being a single man”. However, I later learned the meaning of these words.
I was 15 years old that year, and I remember that it was a Saturday when my dad went to a war party. He came home late in the evening and it looked as if he had been drinking a lot. I assisted him into the bedroom. Dad was mumbling something over and over, and I noticed that he was looking at me a little differently than usual. I helped him to the bed and Dad waved me out. I walked out and went back to my room to read.
After a few minutes, I heard what sounded like my dad in his room, and I walked over to him thinking it was him trying to throw up a little. But when I got to the door to his room, I heard him seemingly calling out someone’s name. I thought he was calling for his mom, and it wasn’t surprising; he’d always called her name every night for so many years. I didn’t want to go in and disturb him, so I stood in the doorway and listened quietly. However, what I heard was not mom’s name, but mine. I heard dad whispering my name, “Shiaoying, Shiaoying.” The tone of voice was so strange.
I snuck up to the door and peered in through the crack and was amazed at what I saw. Dad was kneeling on the bed, holding a picture of me in his hand, and with his other hand he was whisking on a rod of flesh. The rod was long and thick, it looked like my arm, at the front of the rod was something like a small umbrella, Dad’s hand moved faster and faster, his body seemed to tighten, finally, he let out a low growl, and a stream of white stuff squirted out of the rod and shot onto the photo.
At that time, I didn’t know what that meat stick was, or what my dad was doing, I just thought that my lost photo had finally been found. But at that time, looking at this scene, it was as if my two feet were nailed together, I stood in front of the door, and waited until I had finished watching the incident, before I walked back to my room in a daze. As I sat on the bed, I realized that my crotch was wet, and I took off my panties to find that my lower body was a mess.
I watched this sight in confusion, and suddenly the actions my dad had just performed flooded my mind, and a few words suddenly came to mind: penis, male, making love, ejaculation …… My mind went into a huge turmoil, and I felt my stomach churning at the same time.
I desperately rushed to the toilet, lying on the side of the toilet and vomited. After vomiting, I sat on the floor helplessly, suddenly felt a force in my belly rushing out, my lower body was flushed and itchy, and my two breasts were swollen and painful. My hands unconsciously reached down to my lower body …… soon, I had my first orgasm in my life. That night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, I know clearly, from today onwards, I am no longer a little girl, I have grown up, it is Dad who made me grow up.
I don’t know how to describe my feelings at that time, I was ashamed and happy, and then I was full of resentment towards my father, so I fell asleep in a daze. When I got up in the morning, I found that my father had already left, and he had to do the work in the police force. A big bowl of fragrant hanging noodles was placed on the table. After reading this, my tears flowed out, I no longer resent my father, I have understood what is “the embarrassment of a single man”, I also know clearly the meaning of what Uncle Wang said, “a man can’t live without a woman”.
But I was still ignorant at that time, I just thought that I would do more for my dad so that he would not be embarrassed anymore. Since then, no matter how busy I was with my studies, I would always try to do more housework. Under my management, the house gradually began to become cleaner and my father became more energetic. At that time, I found that the way he looked at me gradually changed, it was a kind of look at a woman instead of a little girl.
Dad no longer called me “Nui Nui” but “Shinyin”, he no longer hugged me casually, he no longer poked me with his beard, he no longer bought me food but cosmetics instead. I clearly felt that my father was already treating me as a woman.
In the blink of an eye, a few years passed, I went to college, my father was going to be home alone again, and when I left, I instructed my father several times about the big and small things in the house, until my father smiled and said, “Good wow, my daughter has grown up! You know how to run the house.” I realized that I had fully adapted to the role of “housewife”.
But how can I not be shy about what it means?
In college, I learned more about men and women, and I fully understood my father’s “embarrassment.”
and his distress, remembering his hard work over the past ten years, I had thought: I am also a woman, why can’t I use my body to solve my father’s distress for him? He is my father, everything I have is from him, what can’t I give him? Moreover, his ten years of hard work and anguish are worth anything I can do for him, including soothing him with my body. But the power of the world is huge, I know that my heart is willing to do anything for my father, but the great pressure of the world makes me unable to make up my mind. Until I met Sister Hong.
I met her online and she had that same relationship with her father, we chatted for quite a while and one of her words struck me, she said, “The world is unforgiving, loveliness is timeless and indestructible. The love of parents is especially selfless. My father could endure more than ten years of loneliness for me; he could go and sell his blood for me. As a daughter, everything I have comes from him; what is there that I cannot give him!”
I was shaken, I knew that my father had done no less for me than her father had, and if she could do it, why not me! I’m an adult, I can decide my own things, I can take responsibility for my own things.
Time always passes quickly, in the blink of an eye it was winter vacation, I returned home, I found that my father did not have a girlfriend, he was still living alone. I made up my mind to do what I was going to do. But I realized that it wasn’t that simple. Unlike me, my father was older and more deeply influenced by the world, and even if I wanted to do it I didn’t see how it would affect him. I didn’t know how to start.
I know very well, “talk” this method can not be used, as long as once unsuccessful, there will not be another opportunity, and will seriously affect our father-daughter relationship. I was at my wits’ end and had to turn to Sister Hong again.
She said that her father didn’t agree with it at first either, and that her father made mountain men, even more stubborn, but she convinced him that she was willing to help me.
She told me to pay attention to my own appearance, that I should not care nothing about it just because I was at home, and that I should always pay attention to all aspects of myself to be feminine; also, it would be ideal if you let your father see your body a few times. On top of that, she said she would talk to my father online and see what to do.
After that, I really started to pay attention to how I acted, and began to behave more like a “woman”, trying to visualize myself as a tenant rather than a daughter, and treating my father as an ordinary “man”. I also made a point of leaving the bathroom door open when I took a shower, knowing that 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. It was obvious to me that my father’s gaze on me was becoming more and more different, and on a few occasions, I even saw a beastly gleam in his eyes. However, my father’s attitude towards me was becoming more and more distant, and he was intentionally avoiding me. I didn’t know what to do, I was very conflicted: on the one hand, I felt like I was seducing my father to make him commit a crime; on the other hand, I didn’t feel that I was attractive enough to achieve my goal.
On the Internet, Hong finally spoke up one day, saying that she could tell that my father had been attracted to me, and she said that my father told her that he was afraid to even face me for fear of doing something to hurt me; she also said that my father said that he hadn’t been able to sleep well every night for the past few days.
Sister Hong said to me, “Go for it, little sister, you’re almost there!” But I was getting more and more conflicted in my heart, and I said to her, “Sister Hong, I don’t want to do it anymore! I felt that it was tempting my dad to commit a crime! And I feel that I’m like a whore, trying to find ways to give my body to others to use, but that john turned out to be my father! I’ve heard that there’s a beast inside every man, and now I’ve felt it. Do I really want to do that? Do I find a way to destroy the great image of my father in my own heart by myself?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She was silent for half a day and replied, “Yeah, I thought about that too.
You must realize that what we do is not only unacceptable to the world, but also unacceptable to nature. My father and I had three children, but I couldn’t let him be born because they were not only against ethics but also against nature: they were all defective. At this time, I also wondered, “What am I doing? What I was doing was not wrong, but I was disturbed in my mind, and I felt that, in a sense, we too might become ‘I’ekasta’ against human decency, and that we would end up eating our own fruit.” She added, “Good sister, you are a brave girl and a wise one.
You should know that what we are walking on is, in fact, a road of no return. We may never have the luxury of the world’s sympathy and be alone forever. If that’s the case why do we make ourselves sad? Since you have doubts, don’t force yourself. Because although we are right, we will be alone. The rest of our lives may carry this heavy burden forever.
If that’s the case, why don’t we let ourselves offer our bodies in pleasure and go through these years in pleasure? “After that, Sister Hong disappeared, and I didn’t see her again after that. And my intentions stopped.
Life seemed to quickly return to calm, but my heart is not calm, I was fighting with myself at times. Until one day, my father and I went out to buy New Year’s goods, when I came back, my father insisted that he should take the things up alone, I couldn’t argue with him, so I had to agree. I walked behind and suddenly noticed that his old age was showing. His white hair, slightly bent waist, all in the performance of his aging. In fact, from the front, my father is not old, his body is not worse than mine, no matter leg strength, arm strength or waist strength, my father is far better than me, also better than the young people in the team, but I still feel that he is old. My tears came out at once. When I 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, and I’m not a young man, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to cope with it. I’m not a young man, so I’m afraid I can’t handle it. Besides, I’m relieved to have my daughter to take care of our family.
And, alas, I still can’t get over your mom! “Yeah, mom, why did I forget that?
I’m going to be with my father, isn’t it also because I have my mother’s blood in me? Why do I think I’m a whore!
No, I’m not. I’m an extension of my mom. What mom owes dad, I’ll make up for!
Having made up my mind, the rest was much better. I know what Dad will do when. I’m going to wait a few days, I’m going to wait for a monumental day.
Soon, it was New Year’s Eve. Ever since mom died, our family hadn’t celebrated New Year’s Eve. Every year on the thirtieth, Dad would always stay in his room, mumbling to Mom’s picture. But I knew that the main character had changed since I started high school. As Dad said, I’m growing more and more like Mom. ……
After dinner, Dad and I both left the restaurant. Dad went to his room. I, on the other hand, went back to my room after washing myself properly. In my room, I removed my clothes and gently applied a pre-prepared lubricant to my lower body. Then I got down on my knees and prayed to my mom with all my heart that she would bless me and that I would be able to make up for my dad’s hard work and toil with myself.
I walked up to my dad’s room and, not surprisingly, he was masturbating to a picture of me. When he saw me, the picture in dad’s hand fell to the ground and broke. He was frozen, I guess although he had always had thoughts about his daughter, he never thought she would do something like this. There was no need to say anything, I walked up, sat down next to dad, grabbed his already softly drooping rod with my trembling hand, and gently said to him, “Dad, let my daughter soothe your labors!”
I won’t go into the details of how it went, but in any case, with my immature oral skills, Daddy quickly regained his virility and I heard him moan. I fell back on the bed on my back and opened my legs as wide as I could, using my hands to guide Daddy’s hardness to touch my tenderness. I felt him tremble with wariness, but wasn’t I the same? At this point in time, there was no more doubt or fear in my mind, there was just excitement and a slight uneasiness. Isn’t it? To caress something that huge with my daughter’s body, which I had never experienced before? The thing was as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my little arm. I gripped the bends of my knees tightly with my hands so that I could open my legs as wide as possible. I knew there was no need to say anything else, every man knew what to do at this point. Sure enough, I felt Daddy’s thick palm brush against my two red spots. Ah …… like two electric currents emanated from my chest and traveled through my entire body in an instant.
Dad crouched over me and asked me gently, “Good boy, do you really want to do this?” “Yes, Dad, ah …… I …… have decided. I’m going to use, use my body to …… ah …… soothe your loneliness! Don’t talk to me about …… ah…… anything unworldly, I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I’ve been waiting for it for a long time. Come, in your daughter’s body, ah …… ah …… come, come and find your mother’s shadow.” Dad said no more, his hand gently removed both my hands from the bend of my knees and raised them above my head, I covered my eyes with my arms and experienced the blissful feeling with my whole body.
Dad knew Mom’s sensitive spots, and that meant he knew mine as well. His hands nimbly roamed around my body, one moment lightly pinching and pressing on my two points of redness, one moment nimbly drawing circles on my virgin land. My body no longer belongs to me, but belongs to its creator …… After an unknown amount of time, I felt his hands leave the rest of the place and squeeze my waist tightly, his legs spreading my legs apart. I knew that the most important moment had come, Mom, bless me! Dad bent over and told me, “I’m going to come, it might hurt, if it does, yell out!” I nodded and clenched my lower lip. I could feel an incredibly hard huge object pushing hard into the delicate depths, and a huge pain that seemed to be tearing through my body ran up from my lower body to my head all at once. Tears immediately burst out of my eyes, and I could also clearly feel the addition of a salty, fishy taste in my mouth.
Daddy stopped, his hand removed from my waist, gently wiped away my tears and said lovingly, “Does it hurt? Good girl, the hardest time is over, next, I will let my good daughter enjoy the greatest pleasure!”
Thinking about it now, I have no doubt that it was indeed the first time in my life that I’d ever had such immense pleasure: once again, Daddy’s hands were nimbly roaming my body, and his hardness was nimbly expanding and contracting and gently twitching in my narrow, delicate body, and with each twitch my pain disappeared a little bit, my pleasure grew a little bit, and in the end, all I can remember is that I was completely lost in that amazing pleasure: a warm warmth rising from that tender place, waning and spreading through my body. My mind was out of whack, my sanity was fuzzy, and all I could remember was that each entry of that hard, huge column pushed into the tender depths, broke through the opening of the womb, and touched the very top of that palace, and that after each almost endless retreat, the edge of that huge umbrella would always bring out a warm stream of water to wet that lush grass.
After that, always in a dizzying fall, I would drift off to sleep, and when I woke up again, the huge column was still going in and out endlessly, so I repeated the scene I had just seen: jerking up, crying out for something, and continuing my madness……. I don’t know how long I was mad that night, and at the last stroke I felt my father’s searing semen shooting into my depths, I passed out again. Then it was until the next day.
I woke up to my father’s kind gaze and then flung myself into his arms. He kissed me and gently twisted my waist and blush in his hands as he told me all about my craziness last night until I shyly burrowed my head into the crook of his arm. Dad said I had a total of seven orgasms last night. “You’re as sensitive as your mom!” But, after all, he lasted an hour yah, how many people can do that?
From then on, I stayed with my father until I decided, when I graduated from college, that I would try to have a child with him. We agreed that if we had a healthy child, that would be God’s way of allowing us to be together, and from then on, he would no longer be the father, and I would no longer be the daughter, and we would look for another place to live as husband and wife, with our son; and if we had a defective child, that would mean that God was already angry with us, and we would have to separate right away, get married separately, and go back to our old lives.
God willing, I have gone through countless tests since I got pregnant, and today, I can finally confirm that I am pregnant with a healthy baby boy, and I will give birth to him, and he will be the flesh and blood of Rico (my original father, and now my husband), and he will be a gift to Rico from my mom and me together. Moreover, I have already found a job in another country, and the three of us will immigrate together as a family, and eventually, I’m sure, we will have a wonderful life.
Also: when I started thinking about writing this post, it was after my first time with Rico, but by the time I started writing I had already graduated and was head over heels in love with each other while neither of us were on birth control. And by the time it finally ended, I was nine months pregnant and about to give birth. As I was braking my tail, Rico was pressing his ear to my belly to hear our son’s voice. Now, I’ve done everything and through some complicated methods, we are legally married. Tomorrow, we’re leaving and won’t be back.
Looking back, we, and especially I, have traveled an extremely bumpy road. I am sure that there must be many other girls who have suffered like me, but those who have the courage, and especially the luck, to go as far as I did must be almost non-existent. Sister Hong is right: the world is merciless. At the same time, the influence of tradition on people is deep in the marrow.
I could have gotten this far with nothing but courage and, I should say, most of all, luck.
I don’t think that sisters who have suffered like me need to do what I did. On the contrary, I have come to understand Sister Hong, her labor and pain, and I would like to say, sisters, don’t casually challenge the world, that is dangerous, and those who are detached from the world are always alone. I am fortunate not to have encountered more difficulties, but who knows what will happen in the future?