Chapter 3

After that slim and ejaculation between my daughter's legs, I finally realized that my relationship with my daughter could never go back to the past. My daughter's feelings for me were no longer as simple as a childish one, but...

Is it love?

I am very confused. As a science and engineering man, I never believe in love. My feelings with my wife are natural, warm and plain but indispensable.

But what about the daughter?

Before this day, I can still say with certainty that I love my daughter deeply, which is the kind of love my father has for her.

But after this day, I couldn't be so sure.

Although my daughter’s figure is immature, it is no longer unattractive to me. Deep down in my heart, I have long regarded my daughter as my most important person, but is this importance only as a daughter?

But reality cannot tolerate me thinking too much. This breakthrough is also a major encouragement for my daughter. I am like a frog boiled in warm water. When I finally realized all this, I could no longer jump or escape.

My daughter's movements began to become more and more blatant. When she walked together, she always hugged my arm and rubbed my arm with her slightly raised buds.

The way I got into my arms was changed from climbing along my legs to jumping up from the middle of my legs. My whole body always had to rub between my thighs. Since I broke the precepts, my resistance to my daughter's body has decreased. Such teasing can always make me bulge between my crotch. Fortunately, my long-term self-discipline can also suppress my thoughts and avoid showing ugly appearance in front of others.

Soon after, my daughter found a further opportunity.

That was during the next shower.

Rather than saying that the right to bathe with my daughter was given to me by her mother, she snatched the right to bathe with me from her mother.

Except for the previous few times when she took a shower, she went out to take a shower. After that, she would definitely throw me wet every time she took a shower. She had no choice but to take a shower. Later, it turned out that I would go into the bathtub for a while after she took a shower, and then took a shower. Then, my daughter threw herself into the bathtub after I soaked in the bathtub, holding me in the water, and then it turned out that we took a shower together, washing each other's backs and things that we couldn't wipe.

After my daughter began to develop, I also tried to take a bath separately from her. However, under the attack of her daughter crying and acting cute, I didn't say anything, but my wife turned against her first and helped her to persuade me, but nothing changed.

This has always been like this. If I just love my daughter, my wife will spoil her completely without any bottom line. As long as it is a request made by her daughter, I have never seen her refuse to agree to it in so many years. Of course, my daughter is also very sensible. Except for things related to me, she has almost never made any noise in other matters.

I tried to distance myself from my daughter several times, but almost all of them were destroyed by her rebellion in the middle. It can be said that more than half of the reason for my current relationship with my daughter was caused by her.

As my daughter grows up, the bathtub is relatively smaller and smaller. After all, the purpose of buying a bathtub was not to take a couple bath. Now, when we take a bath, we usually take turns to use soap and then shower.

Although my daughter usually attacked me during this period, she didn't do anything else except sticking to me as usual when taking a shower. So when my daughter suggested that I help my father wipe soap. Because I had it before, I agreed without thinking too much.

My daughter bent my standing upright body, applied soap foam on my head, and rubbed my warm and tender little hands on my head, both light and heavy, and very comfortable.

After rubbing my hair, my daughter smeared a handful of soap foam on my face, and I quickly closed my eyes.

After closing his eyes, the other senses suddenly became amplified. The sound of my daughter's fine breathing, the rustling sound of soap foam smearing on her body, and the touch of her little hands stroking her body with soap foam all became extremely clear.

My heart was filled with a hint of thought, and my lower body was a little ready to move.

After my daughter wiped my upper body, she began to apply soap to my lower body.

She squatted down, her warm breath spewed into my knee bend.

She caressed my butt carefully, and when her fingers were soapy, back and forth between the cracks of my butt, and occasionally poked my anus gently, I finally couldn't bear it, and my penis quickly expanded, hardened, and pointed straight forward.

My daughter seemed to be unaware of anything, and continued to apply soap on my legs, then pulled me on a stool and applied soap on my feet.

After finishing the application in other places, my daughter took the step forward and could hardly feel her bulging breasts pressing against my back, and her little hands began to reach towards my penis...

Wait, this scene seems a bit familiar.

I was about to show off my father's majesty and reject my daughter, but I thought of this question damn it!

My daughter watched the father-daughter A-movie I downloaded. It was something I saw when I browsed the Internet after my daughter started to tempt me. It downloaded it by some reason, and there was such a bathroom scene inside.

Thinking of this, I swallowed my refusal words back to my mouth. No matter how good my daughter is, I already know what my daughter would say if I refuse, I will say it. However, I saw my daughter so "filial" in my father's computer!

, and then I was speechless.

Similarly, no one knows a father, but my daughter deliberately poses this position, just because I know that after I think of the scene in the A-film, I can't say anything about rejecting her.

So she became more violent. While rubbing her chest against my back, her little hands stroking back and forth on my penis, murmuring gently in my ear, like a succubus whisper: Dad, the "tail" in front is standing up!

... I didn't say anything. Although my daughter's voice was playful, I could hear the slight trembling in her voice when I was familiar with her. I think it was the first time she said such flirting words.

I imagined my daughter blushing her little face and murmured softly in my ears. I couldn't help but get excited and my penis jumped in my daughter's little hand.

This reaction was undoubtedly treated as silent encouragement by her daughter. She continued to murmur softly: Dad, use your body to apply soap to cotton candy!

As he said that, not limited to his chest, his little face began to rub against my face, and his calves began to wrap around with my legs.

I didn't know how to put my hands, so I could only pinch both sides of the stool.

After caring for a while, both of them began to breathe heavily, and my daughter suddenly let go of her hand and left my body.

Just as I was lost about this, a small body sat in my arms, her smooth and tender back rubbed my chest, and the fulcrum of my lower body was my cock. Dad, help me with soap!

I didn't answer, but my hands, who had taken the soap handed over by my daughter, started to move in disobedience. First, I put soap on one of my daughter's long hair and rubbed it gently.

My daughter gasped carefully, her lower body shaking back and forth, and now there is no barrier between underwear and stockings. The penis is directly attached to her hips and the outside of her vagina. The feeling of direct contact between the skin makes us a little confused.

After taking care of my daughter's long hair, I also applied soap to my daughter's little face. After smearing her eyes, I obviously heard her panting suddenly become heavier. After a slight pause, the movements became significantly larger.

Next, I continued to face down, hesitated for a moment, stroked one hand to my daughter's small breast, and the other hand to my daughter's small belly, gently whisking it on it, applying soap.

Although I used to bathe my daughter and get soap, I have never been as caressing as I am today. I can't see my daughter's expression, but I can hear her inhaling and breathing deeply, her thighs constantly open and close. Her two little hands were originally pressed on the front edge of the stool on both sides of my cock, but now they have loosened, and have closed my glans instead, and rubbed repeatedly with my movements.

Uh...uh...Ah...Ah... My daughter's gasp gradually sounded, and her movements became more and more intense. A little bit of warm liquid diluted the soap foam on my cock, but it did not affect her sliding on my cock, because these liquids were slipperier than soap foam.

Woo………… My daughter’s body trembled again, but it was obvious that the tremor was smaller than the last time.

It seems that my daughter's body is gradually adapting to orgasm. It's strange that I actually thought of this.

However, although my daughter had an orgasm, I had not ejaculated yet. The feeling of being unable to go up and down made me feel very uncomfortable, and my body involuntarily began to sway back and forth slightly.

Ha...ha... My daughter, who had already calmed her breathing slightly, gasped in big mouths, and with my hands loosened at orgasm, probably because of the passion that had passed, she felt a little cold. She stretched her hands back and turned on the switch of the spray head.

The feeling of hot water pouring on my head made me shudder. Before my brain could react, a large tumour of semen was sprayed out of my penis. The pleasure of my body made my brain blank. I clasped my daughter tightly with my hands, and sprayed the semen forward with my lower body.

Dad... it hurts!My daughter's weak shouting brought me back to reality, and I found that I was still tightly surrounding my daughter. It seemed that it hurt her. I quickly let go of my arms and gently stroked my daughter's chest to make her feel happy.

The soap foam on the hair and face had been rinsed clean. I turned off the spray head and took a bath towel from the side to dry our faces and heads. Finally, I could open my eyes.

The vision gradually became clearer from blur. I looked down at my daughter at the first time, but found that she was looking at a pool of beige liquid on the ground in front of the stool with a pity, and she stuck out her tongue and licked her mouth.

... I stood up and pulled my daughter towards me, rinsing the other soap foam on my body under hot water.

My daughter turned around and was restless. Her little hands reached towards my half-soft penis again. She rubbed it under hot water for a while, then rubbed it out of the base of her penis, squeezed out the semen left in the urethra. While I was not paying attention, she scraped one hand and put it into her mouth. She was finally satisfied.

After the shower, we returned to the bathtub and turned on the hot water.

Both men and women will be weak after orgasm, and wind evil will easily enter the body and cause diseases, especially in the bathroom. Because they are naked, they are more likely to be infected with wind and cold, so they need to soak in hot water for an extra slack to drive away the cold.

I asked myself that my health has always been good, and my daughter is still young and more susceptible to cold, so I wanted her daughter to soak in water, so I went to the spray head to flush it.

But my daughter refused and insisted on lying in the bathtub as usual, and she lay on me.

I couldn't resist her, so I could only do it as she wished.

But when she was lying on me, her upper back and shoulders were exposed outside the hot water. I was afraid that she would get cold, so I could only stretch out my arms and wrap them around her shoulders. My daughter looked up at me, maybe it was not attachment in her eyes, but obsession.

Maybe she was tired when she was just climaxed, and soon she fell asleep.

Later, my daughter grew older. Once I asked her why she pestered her father. She told me that it was because of my ubiquitous tenderness and care for her and the sense of security that she gave her made her very attached to me. She was too young at that time and just wanted me to be her father and stay with me all the time.

Later, as I got older, this attachment gradually turned into obsession and love, and then I took the initiative to attack me.

The water temperature in the bathtub gradually dropped. I was afraid that my daughter would catch a cold, so I picked up my sleeping daughter from the water, wiped her body dry, and changed into pajamas. My daughter cooperated with me in a daze and was carried to her bed upstairs. I covered her quilt and prepared to leave, but I found that even in my sleep, one of her hands was still tightly holding the corner of my clothes.

I gently stroked her head and tucked the corner of her quilt.

Perhaps because of the warmth, her hand gradually loosened. I put her hand in the quilt and covered it before leaving the room and returning to the master bedroom. This day was also a rare day when my daughter did not come to the night attack.

After this intimate contact, my daughter's behavior became even more bold.

When I was sitting in the passenger seat, I often reached my crotch with one hand and started stroking my penis through my pants, which made me unable to get out of the car when I sent her to ballet.

The game time at night has basically become a bare-skinned time. My daughter is very brave. Two times her wife listens to records in the living room and watches home theater. She also wears stockings and comes up.

The mother and daughter are the same, and they are always very excited when they are there. When my wife was watching the home theater, she sat in my arms while chatting with her wife about the plot. She kept grinding me until she ejaculated. Fortunately, because I and my daughter were always in the slut, they all ejaculated on the paper in time, and the smell of semen did not dissipate and let my wife smell it.

My daughter's night attack began to get late, and it was more and more that my wife and I would get into the quilt and hug me after I finished cleaning.

I obviously felt that after basically breaking through my lower body, my daughter began to seek contact with my lips and tongue, from licking the corners of my mouth and kissing my face, gradually to kissing my mouth, and then kissing my mouth directly. Then every night, after her mother fell asleep, she began to bite my lips and lick my teeth.

Actually, this feeling is not wonderful. My daughter has not passed the tooth change period. Her two sharp teeth have fallen and the new teeth have not yet grown. The sharp corners of the teeth on both sides hit my lips. Although she has not broken the skin, she has become congested and swelled inside.

My daughter also discovered that she no longer bit my lips, but blocked my mouth with her mouth, and then brushed my teeth repeatedly with her little tongue.

Thanks to healthy diet and my teaching her to brush her teeth every night, there was no odor in our mouths.

My daughter's little tongue made my gums itchy and I couldn't lock my teeth. My daughter took advantage of the opportunity to pry open my teeth with her tongue and licked it onto my tongue.

My daughter's tongue was delicate and small, and licking my tongue was the limit, but this also successfully hooked my tongue out. The battlefield quickly moved from my mouth to her (scraped by the place where she lacked teeth).

I took my daughter's tongue and circled, and my daughter's eyes became more and more blurred, and the atmosphere gradually became more and more charming...

Ah... My daughter covered her mouth, her eyes were full of tears, and she bit her tongue...

So my daughter still doesn't like wet kisses. What she likes most is to gently lick the corner of my mouth and then kiss me repeatedly.

At the beginning of this year, my wife's working hours were adjusted to go to two or one off, which also made many weekends when my daughter and I were at home all day, which also gave my daughter more opportunities to take the initiative to attack.

Not long after the incident of Bite of the Tongue, it was a weekend when my wife went to work.

After lunch, my daughter stayed in bed until 10 o'clock in the morning. Now it was the time to be full of energy. I was a little sleepy because I exercised to do housework and cook in the morning, so I planned to take a nap.

My daughter followed me upstairs.

Tangtang?I was sleepy and my father was a little tired, so I slept for a while.

Dad, go to bed, Tangtang just wants to be with Dad.

The emotional change made me both happy and helpless about my daughter’s obsession with me: OK, Dad is asleep, Tangtang plays Ah by himself.

Don’t forget that my daughter is only 1X years old and she is still a playful age. The doll room at home is set up for her.

Unlike my daughter who slept heavily by my side, when I was by my side, I always slept lightly, and I often wake up when I was striking.

In my sleep, I felt a fragrant and soft little body penetrate into my arms.

It was my daughter Ah... I slipped through a thought like an instinctively, and I continued to fall asleep again.

Maybe not long, or maybe a long time later, I felt a warm and soft little thing licking the corner of my mouth. In my sleep, I seemed to go back to when the little girl wanted to kiss me that day, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, picked up the warm and soft little tongue and started to stir.

I have to say that wet kisses are indeed a catalyst for lust. When I finally let go of my mouth, even in the middle of half-dream and half-awake, I knew that I was already in the air.

After a while, the warm and soft little thing came back, licking the stubble that grew slightly on my chin, and then the feeling went down, along my Adam's apple, chest, navel, and lower abdomen.

I seemed to know what my daughter wanted to do, but the intimate contact during this period made me subconsciously not alert to what might have happened, so I did not wake up because of this.

My daughter's little tongue drew circles around my cock and then licked itchy on my scrotum. I felt hot and itchy, so I couldn't help but tighten my waist, and my cock jumped.

My daughter's tongue licked the glans tie along the bottom of her penis, and then gently tucked the urethra with her tongue. This action is also very familiar. I have seen it in the A-film before... A-film?!The scattered thoughts began to reunite.

The daughter gently rubbed her face against her glans, and her small hands stroked her body.My consciousness gradually became clear, but my body seemed to be stuck in a nightmare and could not move for a long time.

My daughter's tongue began to circumferentially around the glans, her penis was so hard that it hurt. The swelling and pain made my consciousness return speed up and my fingers could move slightly.

My daughter seemed to notice it. When I opened my eyes, she took a deep breath and swallowed most of my cock with a whimper.

When I looked down, what I saw was my daughter holding my cock in a difficult position. She smiled at me, and one hand made a V-shaped character.

Seeing my daughter having to hold my cock in her mouth even though she was so difficult, do you think I was moved?She dared not move, but she was forced to move. Which man dared to move blindly? Her daughter's mouth was small, and her teeth had not yet grown...

My daughter's mouth is really small. Normally, holding my glans and a small piece of cock is the limit, but under her mouth, half of the cock was swallowed by her, and the glans pressed against her throat, which made her feel very comfortable.

Stop I quickly asked her to stop her movements. Although my daughter was very proactive in sexual matters, she still stopped obediently when she saw my serious expression.

I pulled out a piece of my penis: Good daughter Ah, don't hold it so deeply. Your throat is soft and your vocal cords have not yet developed completely. If you destroy the vocal cord structure, do you want to be speechless in your entire life or do you want to speak in a hoarse voice?

My daughter shook her head obediently and licked my glans in her mouth, but as the price of obedience, I couldn't stop her oral sex next. This was also the unspeakable tacit understanding between my daughter and I, although this strange aspect has been used.

It can be seen that my daughter has practiced it before, although I don’t want to think about the strange aspects of her intelligence and talent.

My daughter's movements were very skillful. Even though she wrapped her penis and licked it repeatedly, the missing tooth did not rub against my penis. Instead, she gently scraped the edges of the glans, and it felt refreshing in the slight pain.

I closed my eyes and felt my daughter's movements.

The daughter spit out her cock and began to rub her face again. Even if the mixture of her saliva and glans secretions were stained on her face, she didn't care about her hair.

Her legs wrapped in white stockings clamped one of my calves and rubbed them back and forth repeatedly. Even through her underwear and stockings, I could feel a little wetness.

The daughter held the glans into her mouth again and bit her front teeth gently from front to back. It didn't hurt, but it felt very irritating.

When she bit the edge of the glans, she closed her mouth again, held the glans in her mouth, and used the tip of her tongue to urge the urethra.

My daughter's body curled up more and more. The flexibility brought by ballet practice made her moves very relaxed. She grabbed one of my hands and reached to her lower body. Until my fingertips touched a warm and sticky place, I realized that she had taken off her underwear and stockings without realizing it.

My fingertips slid gently between her hips, and the tentacles were a little wet, but they were not surging.

She ummed a long voice from her nose, paused for a moment with her cock in her mouth, and then continued to suck her back and forth.

Her pussy is just like her mother, tender and smooth. The only difference is that there is only one thin slit, and the little spring water is squeezed out from the thin slit between breaths.

My fingertips touched her thighs back and forth, and the warm and smooth touch made me love it.

My daughter's legs opened and tightened, and more liquid was squeezed out during the movements. My daughter's movement of sucking my cock also stopped, but she just held the cock and breathed rapidly. The warm breath rushed from her throat to the glans, and then the cool external air was sucked inward from both ends of the cock, which also gave an unusual pleasure.

Inadvertently, my fingertips pierced into the middle of the hole while sliding. My daughter said um, as if she had come back to her senses, and continued to lick my cock with her in her mouth.

Maybe something was opened. After that, my fingertips poked into the middle of the hole several times, and it became deeper and deeper. In revenge or response, my daughter held my cock deeper and deeper, but she still remembered my previous request and did not swallow it directly into the middle of her throat like the first mouthful.

My fingers poked deeper and deeper into my daughter's pussy. After entering one knuckle, I felt a layer of obstacle at the fingertips. I quickly pulled my finger back and gently thrust into the wet and slippery vagina wall.

My daughter's pussy was wriggling, wrapping my fingers tightly, and her lower body thrusts with my movements to cater to it. The movement of sucking my cock back and forth did not stop because of this, but became more intense.

While feeling the pleasure, I was careful to pay attention to my fingers and not poke the film. The timing is wrong and the location is not right. I was not ready, and she was not ready.

The accumulation of pleasure is unbearable because my daughter has already held it very deeply. I dare not thrust my lower body for fear of inserting it into her throat again. I can only constantly contract my lower abdominal muscles. The result is that my penis is constantly jumping in my daughter's mouth.

The daughter suddenly pulled her cock out, leaving only the glans in her mouth. She took a deep breath with her nose, then sucked her mouth and sucked it hard.

Vacuum suction!

Where did my daughter learn what Ah!

The penis, which was already almost at its limit, could no longer hold it back, and the semen rushed out. My daughter, who was ready, quickly changed to sucking in. At the same time, she thrust her lower body heavily, and more wet liquid oozed out from the small holes of the film, wetting my fingers.

The cock pulsed in my daughter's mouth for about ten times before it ended. My daughter carefully spit out my cock.

Her cheeks were a little bulging, just like the actress in the A-film. She opened her mouth and let me look at her mouth full of semen. Then, after a slut, her teeth showed off her face, showing a sweet and cute smile as usual.

But in my eyes, her wet eyes and flushed cheeks were full of spring that they didn't usually have. In a trance, my eyes were no longer a tender little face, but a mature face full of love, which was what I imagined my daughter would look like when she grew up.

I touched my daughter's hair, but my daughter seemed to have misunderstood. She took my Microsoft cock into her mouth and sucked it carefully, even the semen remaining in the urethra was sucked cleanly, and the entire cock was cleaned up and smooth.

My daughter pulled my underwear up with satisfaction, but I looked up and stroked my forehead, remembering the time I had sex with my wife half a year ago and didn't clean up when I woke up in the morning.

That time my daughter cleaned me up like today?

Thinking of my wife, I suddenly felt guilty and uneasy, and I couldn't help but hug my daughter: Good baby, don't let your mother know about our affairs...

My daughter didn't answer. After a while, um... a muffled sound came.