Chapter 19

After dinner, Zijun pestered Hongyu to paint, and the two went to the studio one after another.

Fang Shu sat for a while and told Tingting to clean up the next room, go to the bedroom by himself, and close the door.

Tingting winked at me and quietly touched the crack in the door and listened to the movement inside.

Zijian, is it you?

Fang Shujiaojiao's voice

Haven't eaten yet? Mom is just worried about you

I couldn't hear what was said there, but I heard Fang Shu look cute. Your father and she went to the studio again.

You said Tingting?

Fang Shu looked at the door and asked her to clean up the room and live there for her father.

Suddenly Fang Shu's voice was low, "Damn, I know what they did?" She put the receiver close to her ear. You don't come, mom wants to go with you.

Talking about the conversation, your dad likes to draw these days, saying he has inspiration

I vaguely heard Zijian laughing over there, and then I saw Fang Shu’s face showing a delicate look, it’s still clean, you don’t know who your dad is.

Hearing Zijian's faint voice, he was not allowed to scream like that.

Zijian called out something over there, Fang Shu smiled sweetly, Jian, Mom misses you

Then he said, "Well, dead people, I don't care about their little things. Zijun has a grudge against me. Now she calls your father Hongyu. Her voice is so meticulous, jealous, you are bad!"

He was tidying up his hair and acting cute at the microphone. He was bad! He - he - ignored you

Here I saw Tingting listening with her ears and blinking at her. Tingting knew that I was afraid of being exposed, so she waved her hand to me, then stretched her neck and looked in.

Jian, come back early, don't let your mother be alone, she has a greasy nasal voice, it doesn't seem to be talking to her son at all

Your dad squatted in the studio all day long. She almost complained, well, come back--I smiled gently as she said, come back, mom is your model

Zijian seemed to be asking for something over there, Fang Shu was shy, you can do whatever you want, then I'll hang up. Tingting quickly retracted and left quietly

I saw the door creaking, Fang Shu walked out quickly from inside and entered the bathroom

What did you hear?

I really want to know what their mother and son are saying, so I quickly asked Tingting

Tingting made a disdainful expression, Dad, there must be something wrong with his family. You didn't see Zijun getting tired of her dad, the two hid in the studio, and his mother secretly called Zijian again. That voice and tone were not what a mother should have

What would that be?

I wondered what I could see from Tingting's expression

Tingting concludes that you didn't listen to my mother-in-law, incest is actually a kind of love. The mutual attraction between men and women does not happen because of age, identity and seniority, but something natural. When we love each other, there will be a demand for love and expression of love, and then the sexual relationship will happen naturally. I concluded that they must have that thing.

Are you talking about your father-in-law and Zijun?

My father hid in the studio and drew his daughter's naked body, so something else would happen

My mother-in-law and Zijian must have them too. You didn't listen to my mother-in-law's tone. Tingting learned from Fang Shu's tone. Bad! People - others - ignore you. She also said that she wanted to be Zijian's model. A mother asked her son to draw naked, but her son was limited to painting. I'm afraid she had painted it in her mother's body a long time ago.

Nonsense!

I was afraid that Tingting would have a terrible relationship with her mother-in-law, so I hurriedly stopped her

Actually, I also saw that the relationship between them was unusual, but I still didn't want to admit it.

Even if Zi Jian and his mother-in-law are fine, then their father and daughter must have had a relationship long ago. A big man is facing his daughter's naked body every day. It would be strange if he has no desire. People say that art and sexual intercourse are only one step away.

Then what are you and dad?

I snatched her away and asked her not to just look at others

Hehe-Tingting really doesn't know what to say, we-We are family, love

Then you and your father are only allowed, not them - As soon as I said this, I heard the bathroom door creaking. Fang Shu was stunned when he saw us, why haven’t he been asleep yet?

Mom, let me wait for dad and the others. Tingting quickly answered

Don't wait, they're like this

Fang Shu entered the bedroom without looking back after saying that

Dad - Tingting smiled a little and hugged me from behind

I thought there were only us father and daughter, but in fact they - they had long been - didn't dare to stay there and dragged Tingting into the room. You're crazy, this is in their house

Hehe--Tingting smiled, Dad, I want you to see the mark

A sentence reminds me of the night when Tingting just got married and returned to her parents' home for the first time. We were lingering together with our son on our backs. Tingting cried and asked me to mark her. After thinking about it, we should still give us a testimony.

Seeing Tingting wearing a wedding dress, she looked adorable, she felt jealous and sad. Her wife came and went outside the door, but we hid there and talked about her longing after leaving.

Dad - I'm afraid of you - Tingting burst into tears and repeatedly apologized

Silly girl - caressing her tender cheeks, you will be happy when you get married

I don't - I want you to hurt Tingting snuggled in my arms, as if she felt infinite grievances.

I can't believe that Tingting is pressing into the quilt these days, but I can't help but believe that, who can still keep her honeymoon in the newlyweds?

Aren't you back?

I can only comfort her with this language

Tingting raised her fist and beat me hard, I hate you, I hate you

For a moment, my body was numb and I was bearing my daughter's tenderness and sweetness. If you let him bully me

Tingting

I looked at her helplessly, making her believe in a helpless choice for a father

Then you compensate me. Tingting was coquettishly asking for it. I knew the meaning of this compensation. She hugged her and unbuttoned her belt.

When I put my hand into her underwear, Tingting shyly said, "Bad Dad, I went into my arms, clearly asking for love from me."

I quickly squatted down and took off her only panties. Looking at the beards covering her legs, I forced myself to spread her legs apart.

This is Tingting, which I enjoyed alone a few years ago, but now I want another man to share it together.

Tingting's place is no longer tightly closed, but is slightly separated, with a bright red tongue protruding

He stretched out his hand and inserted it between his legs, and then he heard Tingting let out a slight moan.

Dad - She shyly pressed the back of my head and tried to press between her legs. I was not willing to just swallow it like this, and separated my hands, staring naked in Tingting's gaze, just to see the changes inside.

How many times have that man entered here? Can I, a father, still be unobstructed?

Give it to me, dad Tingting begged again, pulled his legs closer, and blocked his mouth suddenly. Tingting actually trembled and fainted, making a strong gasp in her mouth

Dad, fuck me, fuck me

I quickly picked her up, put it on the bed, and then entered her suddenly. After a few years, I didn't care about pitying her and caring her. We father and daughter both released our sexual desire strongly. That night, my wife was cleaning the room outside the door, but I hid in the room and fell in love with my daughter, and I went to orgasm again and again.

Dad, leave me a mark

Lying in my arms, stroking each other's genitals, confirming the traces left just now, Tingting begged

What mark do you want? Tingting is sticky and filled with slurry

I think no matter when, I can know that you have entered, she turned over and climbed onto my stomach

Let me feel your existence

I don't know how to make a woman remember the happiness her beloved man gives her forever without letting others see it

Unless she is in the most private and difficult to detect, she can remember her previous love when she is erect.

Suddenly a wisp of fragrance came to my nose. I looked up at the incense that my wife lit. It was burning for memorial to ancestors, but that mark suddenly turned into my heart.

Tingting, the mark my dad gave you is unforgettable

Yes, Tingting shone with her big eyes, looking happy

Then you lie down. Tingting lies obediently on the bed, looking at the beautiful ketone body that she had just ravaged, her pubic hair was messy, and white semen flowing in her vagina.

Lift the incense, spread Tingting's thighs apart, and gently roast the burning incense at the junction of the labia and anus.

Tingting couldn't help but scream, Dad, her body twitched, lifted up, and fell down again

When the wife heard the scream, she ran in panic. What's wrong? What's wrong?

Mom - Tingting shyly held back her tears, but she looked at the bright red place happily

The wife followed Tingting's gaze and suddenly a hint of blush appeared on her face, cursing coquettishly, and she was doing nothing!

After throwing away the incense, I hugged Tingting quickly, does it hurt?

My wife looked at us without knowing it, not knowing where our father and daughter did

Bad dad, I know - I know you will be there forever Tingting smiled with tears on her face, smiling brightly

Many years later, my father and daughter are still proud of this meticulous masterpiece. Whenever I am together, I will be impulsive at the marks under my vagina.