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Familial Cohesion

PS; I’m a father in my late fifties now, with a devoted wife, and a daughter that has long outgrown our control, but not in the dramatic way. Just.. her on her own schedule. My English is not superb and getting incoherent so my train of thoughts might bring some unnecessary details into this story.

After my daughter turned 15(?), my wife and I had kind of let her went on her own. With basic safety nets in place, she had freedom to hang out with whomever, for however late, and spent within the limits we gave. Yet, she mostly stuck to the routines we had around the house, although there was absolutely nothing wrong about that. Simple, mundane activities like breakfast together, occasional texts throughout the day, and being home at around dinner time. My wife and I were partly relieved that she felt comfortable around us, but also knew how she could ‘rebel’ more for a girl her age.

Things were mainly fine even through the phase when we stumbled upon her ‘self-love’ moments, since there was nothing unnatural or unhealthy about that. We knew that a girl has to become a woman at some point. The three of us then spoke openly about being ‘discreet’, and life went on until years later when she asked to speak to me, as a teen girl to a grown man.

I remembered almost everything my girl said to me, because it was that impactful. It was a long conversation, but I never dodged any questions. She had ust wanted to know, if it was normal to fantasise about someone, even though he was way older and definitely impossible to be with. Well, how else would I answer that? You know, as a guy (amongst being a husband and father), there were countless.. ehem idols and.. imaginary situations that were occasionally unspeakable.. along with close calls, that we (I mean we guys!) sometimes get inspirations from.

Of course it was normal! And totally acceptable, because of how unlikely we will be with the one(s) we get hard for. That conversation went positively smooth, and she was clearly in a better mood after.

It wasn’t until many years later, when she was overseas on her yearly trip with her friends, did I understand what she was hinting at. Because of her long absence, it was routine for me to air her room for a few hours every few days. And seeing a compact camera, along with a mini tripod on her bed, kind of set me off in a panic mode. How could she forget something so important for a holiday?!

I texted her my concern and she was suspiciously, excessively, dismissive. Like half being dismissive, and half being defensive, in between long period of inactivity in our chat.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘Dad? Please keep that camera very safe. I kind of made some videos of myself and its in there.’

(I replied) ‘Of course I will. Don’t worry about anything else. As long as you know that the camera is home, just enjoy the trip.’

Besides that camera and tripod, I kept the dildo and vibrator out of our conversation, because those are really out of my scope, nor concern.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You can look through the camera. But don’t show it to anyone else, not even mom.’

(I replied) ‘I won’t. You’re not a baby anymore. And that’s for someone else to see.’

Without touching her bed and the belongings on it, I opened the windows and wiped and covered whatever surfaces that had dust, and was about the leave the room when her next message came.

(Her WhatsApp) ‘You’re the person I made the videos for.’

Was it ‘by the time you see this video’ kind of video? Or a sobbing tale about something she wanted to tell me but couldn’t? Or a self-improvement video she wished I had seen earlier to be a better dad? Or was it just harmless, selfie-porn that I was overthinking about?

It was the last. Almost 80GB of it, in 1080p, taken from a year ago when she received that camera as a birthday present. That 001 serial on the file told me enough. All of it was of her, professing her thanks, love, and lust for me, followed by some name calling, multiple orgasms, in full frontal, sometimes rear-doggy, angles that displayed the full glory of her shaven vagina.

I didn’t watch all of it, but some of all of it, simply because all the thumbnails always showed the ‘formal’ frame of her well-cared face as if she was going to say (and do) something different. Did I get a boner? Yes I did. Because every 10-minute-ish video started with a heart-warming recount of her affection for me. There were ‘thank yous’, the ‘do you remembers’, and ‘that time you’, some happening way back when she was very young, up till the day before she flew.

She returned five days later, and her hug felt extra tight. The kiss on my cheeks was the first I received in years, and her gaze into my eyes spelt ‘relief’. The days following her return, there were some hand-holding, arm-hugging, head-on-my-shoulder, and more kisses on my face. Then, came the kisses, that landed on my lips.

Pecks at first, then it lasted a second, then three, then too long. Her hands no longer stopped on my bulging belly, but went slightly lower – and lower. Soon, every lip kiss came with a gentle push on my groin.

My wife wasn’t home all the time, with groceries to buy and kakis to do yoga and Pilates with. And my unshapely figure limited all my workouts to the yoga mat our daughter got me. And things went out of hand during one of those days we, my daughter and I, were alone at home.

We hugged, and kissed, and stripped, just enough for our hands to touch where we were sensitive. The yoga mat became useful, as the gym ball which I balanced on while she sucked me off – the way she did to the dildo in her videos. We swapped places, and she spread her lower lips with two fingers, and moaned while I ate her out until her back was literally horizontal on the ball.

We changed positions next, with me seated on the mat while leaning on the ball, while she lowered herself over my dick. We kissed so much that time till the ball rolled away and she just herself crazy like in those bull-riding events. We were in that cow-girl pose when I came for the first time, inside the girl my wife birthed with my sperm. Sperm met sperm once more.

When she finally pulled away, I was still rock hard. And that gym ball came back into the picture for her to bend over. In doggy-style this time, I hammered her silly and kept loving my girl this way until she went silent, but was actually too overwhelmed by orgasms to make anymore noise. In this very position, I came a second time into her, and there were nowhere else for my load to go except back out her pussy that was brimming with a foam.

Like cheating spouses do, we cleaned everything up, and returned everything to its place. Following that day, her affection for me had kind of tapered down. No more hand-holding, no more arm-hugging, and no more kisses.

At least not in front of her mother who was completely clueless. Our physical intimacy remained intense and illogical, until the day she moved out, into the BTO she bought with her husband. Which after, we would only meet once every week for a ‘session’, in between every two weeks for a family dinner.

Many, many years have past since then, and things have changed a lot. Her work, pregnancy, and matrimonial duties, barely left us enough time for family dinners – apart from the frequent, normalised visits to each other’s places for a quickie to alleviate the stress of daily life.

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Cum-and-Store

I was not sure if she understood what I meant, but it was too damn hard to resist, the skinny, soft, young body that was pushing against mine – in a warehouse.

For one, I consider myself a labourer, still moving, stacking, counting inventory despite the ‘supervisor’ tag under my name. She had always complained that I felt ‘sticky’ whenever she brushed against my arm, and often made remarks at my thinning crown. Yet, Xiao Qing, the new hire, a young Chinese from Malaysia, never missed a chance to roast me whenever we interacted with each other.

I was the one who showed her the ropes, and the blind spots of all the CCTVs, in case of any workplace accidents, which even the tiniest bumps by heavy machinery can have huge implications. Turns out, she grew closer to me than I could have picked up from her body language. While the rest of my staff, all uncle-age, teased her as if she were my second daughter — I only have one — she clearly had other ideas when we found ourselves alone during a stock-taking day.

（我认真问）‘你.. 要做什么.. 你知道我有老婆孩子hor?’
(I sternly asked, What do you want to do? You know I have a wife and child right?)

（小情无奈答复）‘知道啊。我不管。‘
(Xiao Qing answered dismissively, Yes I do. I don’t care.)

By then, she had already placed both my hands on her waist and she had her hands over my ears, pulling me into her tofu-soft lips that I have never felt anything similar. When her tongue touched my lips, my tongue popped out too, meeting hers in her mouth. Within seconds, my hands were running all over her back, as she wrapped her forearms across my neck, both of us pulling each other as close as possible.

The next thing I knew, she had spun her body around, tucked both my arms under her slightly-loose crop top, and pushed them right over her bra, that she easily snapped apart from between the cups. Those perky nipples felt cold, on those delicate breasts too small for my big hands. Her neck was still arched backwards so we were still kissing, and her fumbling hands at my zipper soon received some much needed help.

Once she had a grip of my manhood, she began hoisting up her calf-length skirt until her bare ass was pressed against my dick.

（我问）‘你没穿？‘
(I asked, You didn’t wear any panties?)

（小情问回）’穿来做什么？‘
(She answered, Why would I wear that for?)

Wet – was the only word I could think of when she pressed the tip of my dick downwards, aiming right for her pussy. She was abundantly lubricated as my hips inched back and forth at her rear, until we had to break our kissing up to contain the overwhelming fit of our nether region.

（小情回复）‘你也太大了.. ‘
(Xiao Qing mentioned, You’re too huge.. )

（我自信答）‘不然？’
(I confidently replied, What did you expect?)

The first few seconds of me being inside her was enough to tell me that her body wasn’t ready for this. Not for my size, not for this.. awkward location. But that pair of hands grabbing on my wrists tightly also showed how much she wanted me to ‘try’ – and so I did.

The heavy-duty rack in the same corner had a tier perfectly aligned at hip-level. After moving some boxes around, I made a space for her to bend over, and lifted one of her knees carefully to place it on the shelf. With her other foot barely touching the ground, she was literally dangling from the rack when I resumed the hip-thrusts, this time to more comforting, pleasurable moans from her. I could totally picture how my dick was splitting her vaginal walls apart with each inward stroke, as well as sense the excessive juices flooding the insides of her pussy with each pull.

Bodily fluids were soon leaking down her leg as I picked up my pace, ramming my loin into her slender body at a rhythmic pace.

（我问）‘你还好吗？’
(I asked, Are you alright?)

（小情小声答）‘好.. 好爽.. 你不要跟我停.. ‘
(Xiao Qing whispered, It’s.. so right.. don’t you dare stop.. )

As the seconds ticked away, my hormones were counting down too. But as a husband with a wife to please, ‘timing’ was deeply ingrained in me. I was just keeping pace and basking in the glory of my enlarging manhood tearing that petite newcomer apart, along with the orgasms she successfully suppressed verbally, but helpless against the tiny squirts ejecting from her pussy.

（我告知）‘小情.. 我快要射了.. 你ok吗？‘
(I warned, Xiao Qing.. I’m going to shoot soon. Are you ok?)

I think about 10 minutes had passed since we kissed? And all she could muster was an ok-sign to signal her gratification. Without hesitation, I slowly pulled away from her limp body and replaced her skirt. I was halfway doing up my pants when she finally descended from the rack, and stopped me mid-button.

（小情问）‘你不用射出来meh?’
(Xiao Qing asked, Don’t you need to shoot?)

（我答）‘不用啊。射不射不重要啦。你还好hor?’
(I replied, Nope. It’s not that important. But you are alright right?)

（小情叫住）‘等下！先不要穿！’
(Xiao Qing exclaimed, Wait! Don’t wear it yet!)

She squatted onto the floor and took my dick straight into her mouth, sucking it haphazardly for a few seconds before I had to nudge her away. Long story short, she had no idea how to give a blowjob, and did not want to disappoint me at the same time. Except, that there was no one to impress here – or there. Under her insistence, I taught her how to give me a handjob, at the same time touch herself so there would be ample juices/ lubrication to elevate my ‘experience’. In her defence, she did come up with the surprise hand-to-mouth swap during my ejaculation, before sealing the deal with her subsequent swallow of my load.

Once we were done with each other and with official work, it was just 4pm. Yet everyone else had long finished their tasks and left to enjoy the bonus half day off. Except for me, and Xiao Qing, who walked the grounds a last time, only to reach another surveillance blindspot – at the bottom of the staircase after the door leading up to the office.

This time, we did it naked, while standing, with the steps supporting the numerous positions she wanted to try,

（小情问）‘还有下一次吗？‘
(Xiao Qing asked, Is there a next time?)

（我答）‘你说呢？’
(I answered, What do you think?)

（小情信心说）‘当然啦！这么爽！我会保密的。谁都不能破坏我们的感情。’
(She replied confidently, Of course! It felt so good! I will keep it secret. No one can ruin our relationship.)

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New Mission

As much as she tried to behave ‘normal’, Amelia could not shake off the fear that someone might recognise her, even though she had taken all the precautions to avoid that. To make matters worse, that tanned, young NS boy walking next to her was still talking casually to her, possibly also trying to suppress any awkwardness he had, to which she chose not to reply a word to.

(NS boy asked) ‘Your IC?’

Amelia slid out the card from one of the pockets in her tote bag, long prepared for this moment so not one more second would be wasted.

(Front desk asked) ‘Just visiting right? No more than 2 person can be in the room after midnight.’

(NS boy answered) ‘Yes. Just visiting sir.’

Once they were registered, they went straight into the lift and Amelia couldn’t resist lunging herself into his arms, burying her face in his stiff chest to relief all the stress of this meeting. It has been a long time since she had felt this flustered, especially after she had a baby, and faced growing alienation from her husband – for some reason.

From the mirrors in the lift, she could see herself clearly. She wasn’t very fat, nor scarily thin, but short, and full-figured. It would be the first time she had done this, but she had never felt more safe and assured being surrounded by 4 walls and a stranger’s hug.

Once inside the room, the other two guys, also similarly tanned, fit, and short haired shook her hand eagerly, introducing themselves to the soft spoken wife with slight hesitation. After exchanging formalities, Amelia reminded the boys of the plan and excused herself into the bathroom. Stripping herself down to nothing, she pulled a blindfold over her eyes and opened the door.

(Amelia asked softly) ‘Jordan?’

‘Yupp! I’m here.’

(Amelia cont.) ‘Hold my hand and guide me to the bed. Are your clothes off?’

(Jordan answered) ‘Yes. It’s off.’

After Jordan sat her down on the short edge of the bed, Amelia positioned him right in front of her face.

(Amelia further asked) ‘Can you ask your friends to stand next to you on both sides?

Once she had ‘confirmed’ their positions in front of her, she began groping around for his dick, that was pleasantly erect. Without saying a word more, her head dived straight for his throbbing manhood and began making long, deep strokes. Groans quickly filled the room at once, along with some giggles that faded away after both her hands located the other two penises by Jordan’s side.

With her fingers wrapped around their shafts, her thumbs did all the teasing and prodding, while her lips and tongue kept working. Soon, the three of them were gasping and moaning while their bodies rocked back and forth out of balance, and yet none of them rushed anything.

(Amelia panting) ‘Ahhh.. you’re next.’

A little wriggle of her right hand brought the corresponding guy to the centre, where her mouth swiftly resumed work while her hands massaged the other two dicks. One by one, each of them were devoured till Amelia was satisfied, and she knew exactly how close they were to cumming – if she wished for them to. About 15 minutes of that crazy, mind-boggling consecutive blowjob later, she let all of them go and turned herself around onto her fours, facing the headboard.

Although she couldn’t see, there wasn’t really a need to, since her toes were still dangling over the edge of the mattress (in doggystyle).

(Amelia asked) ‘Whoever I sucked last, can you put on a condom and help yourself? Jordan come kneel in front of me.’

Before Jordan could get in position, a hot, thick penis was splitting her vaginal walls apart, with less inhibition that she had liked. Still, it felt hot, and raw, enough for moans to escape her mouth while she struggled to get a hold of Jordan’s hips in front of her face. In little time, her mouth soon found its rightful place and began slurping on Jordan’s slightly deflated dick to its full glory, while one of her free hands continued to stroke the non-penetrating guy to keep him warm.

Like the eager, horny, young men they were, that dick pumping wildly inside him was anything but paced. The insides of Amelia was spread so deep and fast inside that orgasms were just awaiting for the right time to erupt.

(Random voice) ‘ARGH ARGH ARGH! I’M SHOOTING! NOWWWW!’

One, two, three deep thrusts brought her upper body into a small shiver, as orgasm flooded her head. Feeling a little dizzy from the lack of air and the powerful climax, Jordan and his buddy held her gently while she went weak.

(Jordan asked) ‘You alright?’

(Amelia panting) ‘Yeah.. whoever just came.. don’t tie the condom.. Mmmm!’

She yanked Jordan’s balls back to her face and sucked him off again, for a few seconds until he was rock hard.

(Amelia commanded) ‘You’re next.’

While Jordon armed himself, Amelia patted the empty space in front of her for his buddy to take his place, but first cleaned the expended muzzle with her mouth. Once everyone was in place, Amelia took the second dick into her mouth and began sucking loudly, while Jordan slipped himself inside. Thinner but slightly curved, he hit her right spot once, then repeatedly rammed that same spot until her second orgasm came – within a minute.

Her convulsing body made her blowjob even hotter as she attempted to muffle her moans by going deep throat, gagging so hard it worried everyone in the room. Everyone kind of slowed down until she resumed shoving her head into his groin, choking herself willingly, that everyone really went all out on her. Saliva, pussy juices, cum-covered hand, soiled her body and things got hotter than ever.

Jordan took slightly less time to cum, but the three boys knew exactly what to do next. They rotated their angles, and a fresh dick was inside her in no time. By then, Amelia has had 3, or 5? orgasms, and the last of them was the thickest, and longest. Her next few minutes were solely filled with muffled screams and violent convulsions as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, right up to the few seconds AFTER that last dick filled the balloon with semen.

(Random voice) ‘Are you ok miss?’

(Amelia answered weakly) ‘Yes.. very ok.. pause where is the first condom?’

Lying defeated on the bed, she was handed the cold cum pouch, and she proceeded to pour its content into her mouth.

(Amelia moaned) ‘Mmm.. slightly sweet.. and the next one?’

One by one, she swallowed the nutrients from the healthy young men, and wriggled herself lower to the edge of the bed.

(Amelia asked) ‘Does anyone wants.. seconds?’

A hand then tilted her head sideway, followed by a dick that reeked of cum and rubber. The other two guys jeered and jumped straight to her sides, leveraging her ‘free hands’ for handjobs. Very gently and slowly, that meat pipe slid in and out of her mouth, while her hands were skilfully guided up and down, until everyone was filled with vigour once again.

That dick in her mouth went first, in missionary. With renewed stamina and a longer reflux time, Amelia was just in her own world as another dick in her mouth restricted sufficient air intake, bombarding her exhausted body with waves of euphoria and orgasms as they came. The boys were gentler, though still as eager.

One by one, they gave her their second loads, and politely requested for her to clean them up with her mouth.

After close to three hours of interchanging partners and a variety of mutual pleasure, the boys were finally done. Despite sounding very embarrassing, they actually brought her into the bathroom to wash every nooks and cranny of hers, right up into her pussy (with just clean fingers and water). For that one time, Amelia couldn’t resist asking them if they want to stick a finger inside her ass, with that experience being the firsts for all four of them.

As expected, more orgasms flooded the bathroom, alongside a steamy rain shower blowjob given in turns. Only this time, she unleashed her full prowess of her soul-destroying blowjobs, giving them the real taste of a woman who took men-pleasing very seriously in her mouth. Three more loads of puny cum later, the boys stumbled one at a time out of the bathroom, strangely silent in relative to the wild gangbang that just happened.

Following their arrangement, the men got dressed, tidied up the bed, and left the room after giving her a hug each. They had all agreed to let her have the room – until 8am the next day.

The next morning, at 8am sharp, the boys had returned, with a new box, and a small piece of jewellery from Pandora for her.

And for her, she had intentionally skipped shower, and put on the pair of sexy lingerie she had wanted to surprise them with. In return for their sweet gesture of that Pandora bracelet, she had forgone the blindfold. There was no more holding back, no more instructions, except for one – leave as much cum as possible on her body and face, before showering her again, like the previous night.

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Monster Inc.

I had just barely taken my shoes off when she pushed those straps of her maroon dress off her shoulders, letting them fall onto her feet to reveal the pair of laced bra she had worn to register our marriage. As her hands fumbled at my belt, my attempt to pull her in for a kiss was brutally rejected, only for her to descend to my waist level once my pants were down.

While I was still worried about the stink that might be present from the whole day of running about, her lips had gone straight down my shaft, forcing a surprised groan out of me.

Honestly, it was the first time my newly-wedded wife had ever displayed this level of affection. Although we had known each other for some time, we only went into a (spoken) agreement to have a ‘cohabitation trial’ about 8 months ago.

Having reached an age when I could theoretically marry anyone and face minimal resistance from my parents, Fii was well out of my consider, largely due to her young age. However, from where she came from, she was at that age where women were more than ready to find a spouse.

So those few months we spent together, while we worked out the legality, finances, we were both more focused on exploring the suitability of our personalities. Because of those ‘more important’ factors, we had an understanding to completely avoid any penetrative intercourse, and ‘indulge’ in any others when our moods align – as our mutual ‘checks’ for sexual health.

Against the door that we had just walked through, I could barely keep my eyes open as her head bobbed back and forth, one hand fondling my balls while her other pulled against my butt to keep me from backing out. That hand-lip combo on my dick was fully dominating me, pleasuring my brain to a pulp without a second of rest.

(I groaned) ‘Fii! I’M GONNA SHOOT!’

I groaned hard but softly over her head, only for her to let go of her hand (around my shaft) and devouring me with just her mouth. Within seconds, my warning came true and huge squirts of cum went straight into her calm and unwavering cheeks.

(Fii answered cheekily) ‘Mmm.. sedap.. ‘

Before I could catch my breath, she took the rest of my clothes off and later her own, leaving them strewn on the ground while leading me into the showers. The cold water hit my head first to provide some spine-chilling relief, but that was as ‘cleansing’ as I got once she lathered me up. That little break we took to soap each other lasted quite a while, but her enthusiastic hands never left my deflated dick untouched for too long.

About the time we rinsed the soap off, her mouth was at my hips again, and she continued to suck me off until I managed to sit on the toilet (which was covered). Under the sunlight glowing through the frosted window, her eyes were locked on mine as my dick disappeared between her lips, while her tongue snaked around it periodically to tease my hyper-sensitive state.

Once I was hardened, she helped me onto my feet, brought me under the running waters, and stuck her butt out at me.

(Fii taunted) ‘Masukin sayang?’

Fulfilling her wish, I slipped my saliva-coated dick into her and thrusted. Slowly at first, then picked up pace when she started backing up at me. We started in standing doggy, but as I went harder, the bathroom mat soon went under our feet to provide some grip, and comfort, when she finally landed on her hands and knees under the rain shower.

Since it was my second round, I lasted slightly longer, but still, it did not take long for me to reach climax, and it would by my first time cumming raw into her. When the deed was finally done, we rinsed and dried each other’s bodies off, but it was apparent that girl was still ‘hungry’.

Again, without any breaks, she led me to the bed and laid me down, sitting herself over my face in 69 to resume sucking me off. Honestly, I was already as ‘tiny’ as I could get, but her mouth and tongue never rested. She just kept going, and going, no matter if I returned the favour, until I was erected. This time, it was her turn to perform.

She moved her hips over mine, tucked my lubricated dick into her, and began riding, like never before. My muscles were spasming all over, and cramps were appearing more frequently, but she just kept grinding. Fii then came once, then twice, and managed to get into a squatting position to bounce on my exhausted body for the final lap.

By then, her vaginal walls were completely sealed around my shaft for the last few strokes, and when her knees finally gave way, the opening of her pussy clenched onto me so tightly that it hurt, while the incoming orgasm milked me till I came.

Alas, her body collapsed onto mine, and we just laid like that, me still inside her, in bed while I fiddled my phone to start the air-conditioning and dimmed the lights. W both went hungry that night, because after her fit of sexual hunger, it was my turn to unleash the love and passion I had withheld throughout our cohabitation trial.

For a long time, none of us could resist the sight of each other’s naked bodies, and we have established a new rule against wearing any clothes in the house.

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Tall Tale

FYI – I am a female, in my 30s, mentally stable and physically healthy. I have lived through an ‘epiphany’ that corrected my thoughts, so any long term damages were accounted for and corrected.

As much as I wished that this ‘story’ didn’t have to appear on an erotica site, I think putting it here would hopefully cast some doubts on the realism of what I am about to recall.

On the day my mother stormed out of the house, was the very night my dad made his move on me. I am not his step-child, I am not adopted. I was born to a very young mother, and I knew that from the way she dressed and stayed out late.

My dad was, and still is one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He raised me right, despite how my mom treated him. According to him, he was already in his mid-thirties when he met my mom. She was about twelve years younger than him, but it was exactly his maturity and stability and discipline that led her to him. Being way younger than him, she was as expected, wilder an hornier than him. So she wanted it more frequently than his body could handle.

Eventually, after about 2 years of dating, they started doing it raw, and that was how I came about. Within 3 months, they got married, and moved into a home without taking on too much debt. Soon, I was born, and she received the best care he could provide to get her physical and mental health back to normal. From getting married, to giving birth, my mom had this group of friends that never left her side. My dad didn’t give too much thoughts about them too, since it was only right for girls to have their own click.

Years then passed, until I turned 13 and my mom, 38. I was about that age when started questioning the way my mom dressed, in skirts and dresses, with full make up, hanging out till late. And my dad always had good reasons for her. The late nights soon turn into staying out, and I could tell how my dad needed her occasional presence when he had to work a different shift. Being raised by a thinking and analytical dad, we managed to do it without my mother.

One day, she was awake earlier than the both of us, and dad kept me in my room while they spoke. Less than an hour later, I was let out of my room, just in time to see my mom shut the main door behind her. For the first time, I saw tears rolling down his face while he kept smiling.

And throughout the entire day, tears kept rolling, and I kept wiping. This, was a lesson he had once told to me – anyone can leave anyone for no reason, in pursue of their own happiness, no matter how much it would hurt others. That day, I didn’t ask him any questions about mom, and just stayed by his side while he did the chores.

At night, we just sat on the sofa in front of the TV, but only I was watching. Then, he asked me, ‘xxx, can I kiss you?’, using my Christian name. I nodded, and held his cheeks as he kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, and then my lips. It was my first kiss, so I could remember how soft, and wet they felt. Tears were coming even harder, at the same time his lips parted mine to stick his tongue out.

Not knowing what else to do, I just did the same, and his hands started squeezing my legs gently. He parted them, and continued moving upwards until he reached my panties. Then, a finger pushed against my pussy, and began vibrating. It felt more weird than uncomfortable. Next, he pushed my panties aside and placed his finger directly on my slit, and moved up and down.

My vision started fading white, and I found myself panting. My dress was lifted above my chest, and his mouth went over my nipple. For some reason, they were more sensitive than I had ever felt. Soon, his finger went deeper, and deeper until I felt ‘filled’, and ‘happy’. There was no pain, nor blood, just bliss.

We kissed so much that night, and when he finally laid me down on the sofa, my eyes were full of that man who loved me way more than my mom did, and cared more than any teachers did. He took his shorts off, and I looked at my first sight of a penis. It was large, and red. I asked if he was going to put it inside me, and he asked if he could.

I think I nodded.

He then slid it inside me very, very slowly, with our fingers interlocked as my thighs muscles twitched. My next memory of us were fuzzy, but I knew how much my body was jerking against the sofa. On the cushions, his hands were on my hips pushing me back and forth. I was just heaving and covering my mouth to suppress any weird noises I was making.

After what felt like an overwhelming roller coaster ride, he finally slowed down, and leaned down for a hard hug – at the same time my pussy felt a jet of hot liquid getting pumped into me. He came, and came lots, but it wasn’t until a few minutes later when he carried me up (sitting on his lap), and lifted me off, to truly comprehend how much he had cummed inside me. It felt like incontinence, but there was no way I could ‘hold’ that load inside me.

‘I’m sorry xxx.’

I didn’t know why he apologised, but I knew it helped him feel better. That night, we took a shower together again (after many years), and slept in his bed. I still didn’t know what we had done, but I was ready to sooth him if he needed it. I reached into his boxers again, and touched that organ that went inside me. After a few minutes of massage, he asked again, ‘can i put it inside you again?’

I think I nodded.

He put me into doggystyle this time and I felt a different kind of ‘happy’. It was more intense, though a little achey when he went all the way. My head was just shrouded in bliss and love and happiness for those few minutes he was thrusting his dick into me. When he finally slowed down, I knew what was coming, and I just dropped my chest onto the bed out of exhaustion, letting him fill me up again – lesser this time.

A routine was then formed, from the next night when I moved into his bedroom. He started licking me, then fucking me. Kissing me, then fucking me. Rubbing me, then fucking me. Outside the bedroom, I would start rubbing him, then ride him, kissing him, then bending over for him, hugging him, then spreading my legs for him.

Two years of that later, a lesson on biology awakened me. It’s bad to have sex with a blood-related person, but not wrong to do it with someone I love. That afternoon after I finished school, I went home, and told him about that lesson.

That weekend, on my request, he brought me to a women’s clinic, and funded a check up, along with an IUD.

Decades have passed, things have changed, and he might never know this, but he is the only man I would give everything to.