Erotic stories from home: Is it wrong to have sex with someone's father?
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Erotic stories from home: Is it wrong to have sex with someone's father?
I'm married to a Chinese man who lives in the provincial capital. He's a construction contractor for various government agencies. After we had children, my husband didn't have much time for me. He claimed he was too busy with work, constantly trying to please his superiors at parties – welcoming, sending off, birthday celebrations, etc. – leaving me and our child alone. He only had sex with me occasionally. Outwardly, I seem well-behaved, but in reality, I'm very sexually active and crave sex every night. When I was younger, I had sex almost every night; it's probably a trait from my father. Before marriage, I lived with my parents, just the three of us, as I was their only child. From childhood until I started my own family, I watched sex shows almost every night. Our house was raised on stilts with only one bedroom. My bed and my parents' bed were separated by a wardrobe with legs.
We could see each other while sleeping. Because my father was very sexually active, my mother was sexually assaulted by him every night. Some nights, she refused, and I saw him masturbate until he ejaculated. When they were about to have sex, I always heard my mother tell him to be quiet so the children wouldn't wake up. But after a while, she would moan and groan, making me sweat and tense up, eventually masturbating along with her. How could my mother not lose control? Because I saw my father caressing my mother from her feet, thighs, buttocks, and vagina, flipping her over and over until she begged him to stop because she was so horny. I saw him tease her all the time until she couldn't take it anymore and she would ride him herself. I watched as my underwear was soaked with fluid almost every night, while my mother's neck, chest, and arms were covered in hickeys and bite marks from my father. All these events are etched in my mind.
Regarding my family's sexual experiences, I want my husband to do to me what my father did to my mother. I've tried many times, but it hasn't worked. He doesn't like foreplay; he just penetrates and thrusts, and before I can even prepare myself, warm fluid spurts out, and I climax. He turns over and snores loudly, while I'm wide awake, using my hand to masturbate, imagining my father having sex with my mother—something so deeply ingrained in my mind that I eventually climax. Lately, he's left me and our child alone. Then my mother passed away from a tumor, leaving my father alone. He must be lonely and misses my mother, so I visit him often. My father enjoyed playing with his grandchild, which helped alleviate his loneliness. I stayed with him for two or three nights before returning to my husband. While staying with my father, I plotted to have the same sexual experiences as he did with my mother.
I realized my father always watched porn. I chose a DVD from the catalog featuring mother-son incest, brother-sister incest, and, most notably, father-daughter incest. I ordered it by phone, paying for it, but had it delivered in my father's name, using a friend's name as the sender. I called to confirm delivery, planning for my father to watch the movie. I told my husband I'd take the grandchild to visit Grandpa for a couple of days, as usual. My husband said Grandpa was probably lonely and suggested we stay with him for a week or more. When my father saw me and our child, he was so happy that I secretly chuckled. He thought no one knew about the DVD. He rushed to hug the grandchild and pulled me into a big hug, kissing my cheek affectionately. Dinner that evening was mostly snacks; my father drank some light liquor, and I drank some light beer. Afterward, I excused myself to take a shower and put the child to sleep, pretending to wear a thin nightgown. Just like in the movies, my mind is racing with thoughts...
A steamy scene at home. Tonight, I have to let Dad fuck me. I want it so badly. I sat pouring him drinks. I noticed he was staring at me intensely. I knew what he was up to. I pretended to be drunk on beer, clinked glasses with him, and he excused himself to take a shower. I set a 10-minute time limit. If he finished in that time, I'd give him a reward. He kissed my cheek before going to shower and asked what the reward was. I kissed his cheek back and arched my body so my pussy touched his dick, which I'd secretly noticed was already hard. He hugged me until I told him to go shower before the time ran out. He hurried off as I instructed. In less than 10 minutes, he came back in the new silk pants I bought him. He raised his glass to drink, and I fed him some snacks. I pretended that the peanuts I was feeding him fell from his mouth onto his pants.
I pretended to pick up the peanuts, my hand inevitably touching his dick. I pretended not to notice, but now it was hard again. I pretended to be drunk and rubbed his dick hard. He sighed heavily. He stared at my breasts, so I bowed down to him. I pretended to ask him to get something, but in reality, I didn't need it. I just wanted to see his penis, which was hard and swollen in his silk pants. He said he couldn't get up and asked me to help him. I seized the opportunity, quickly getting up and hugging him, using this chance to press my breasts and vagina against his penis as much as possible. He probably thought he had his chance too, because my vagina felt his penis directly, only separated by the fabric. He asked for his reward, and I told him it was in his bedroom. He pretended to be drunk and staggering, like in a movie.
I knew what he was doing and quickly helped him up, hugging him very tightly. I tried to support him but secretly pulled down his pants, pretending to fall with him. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his hard, swollen penis was pressed against me. He wouldn't let go of me, breathing heavily, hugging me tightly. I pretended to push him away, but it seemed to encourage him more. I wanted him to do to me what he did to my mother. I pretended to kick him with my foot. It worked; he grabbed my foot and started licking it. His tongue was very rough. Especially when Dad pulled off my panties and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue exploring, licking, sucking my ass and pussy... Oh... I was so happy... Dad... Enough... Enough... I'm going to die... Just fuck me... Enough... Oh... Just fuck me... Dad spread my legs apart and positioned his dick. I touched his dick to my clitoris a couple of times, then aimed at my hole and quickly pushed his dick into my pussy. I told him to go easy because his dick was bigger than my husband's.
Dad started thrusting gently, left and right. From crawling to kneeling, then to squatting. Dad put his hand behind my head, pulling me into a semi-sitting, semi-lying position. I watched his dick go into my pussy, then he made me bend over and fucked me from behind. No matter the position, Dad was so good. He flipped me on top, holding my waist, rocking and grinding my pussy, rubbing my clitoris... Oh... I reached heaven... many times. My dad laid me down in a normal position, lifted my legs up, and thrust hard. My uterus is definitely going to be ruined. He held me so tightly, his cum spurted into my pussy until it overflowed and dripped out. I was so happy. After a while, he got up, pulled his dick out, and bent down to lick my pussy again. I had to ask to rest. That night, he hugged me all night. The next morning, he fucked me again. My pussy was all swollen. I stayed with my dad for 3 nights, I was so satisfied with his dick. I was so happy.
I went back to my husband's house to rest for 2 nights. My dad called, and I had to come back to fuck him again.