Hearing him sigh in his sleep, I felt sad with pity. He did everything for me and gave me everything so that now at the age of 64, he is so old. I bought him dye to dye his hair, but the wrinkles on his high forehead and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were still there and became more and more obvious. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my arms. He stirred and then in his deep sleep, like his daily habit, he still slid into my chest to hug my breasts – His woman, the one who vowed to nurture and take care of this family for him. with him.
– Is Quan's mother not sleeping? He woke up without me realizing it. When I heard him ask, I stopped my thoughts. – I've been sleeping for a while. Seeing that I was sleeping so well, I didn't dare to move too hard.
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He jumped up, opened the cabinet, took a bottle of cool water and took a sip. I knew this habit of his and gently took off all my clothes and waited.
He and I were passionate about having sex again like we always have been, since that day he was 42, and I – his daughter was just 18.
My mother died right after I came out of the womb from acute blood loss, and I don't know if she had time to hear my birth cry.
I grew up in my grandmother's arms. When I was 12 years old, he asked for permission to take me home to live with him and Ms. Tham, his second wife whom he married 5 years after my mother passed away. Ms. Tham is kind and loves me. It's strange that my father and my aunt have been married for a long time and don't have any children together. She devoted her motherly love to me, taking care of, teaching and giving detailed instructions to her daughter who was growing up. Unfortunately for him and also unfortunate for me, she had a sudden accident. A large tree branch broke and fell on two passersby, she and another man. He died on the spot, and she died in the hospital two days later. He was completely devastated, pretending like he had lost his soul. I love my dad so much. When I was sixteen years old, I wanted to drop out of school to take care of my father. But he definitely did not agree. Then, because of some motivation, he forced himself to stand up and rise as usual to go to work and raise his children, “I won't let my children drop out of school, at least until they finish 12th grade.”
I often listen to my grandmother and father talk about my mother. Looking at my mother's photos and especially my parents' wedding photos, I know that my mother is very beautiful. Looking at my parents' photos, I see that they are a perfect match. Dad is also as handsome as an Italian boy with a beard meticulously cared for by his mother's hands and love. I inherited perfect beauty from two people. Ms. Tham is also very beautiful and her living habits, living habits, and clothes are always neat. She is a perfectionist in dressing, makeup and lifestyle. She loves but is strict with me. Thanks to her, I am always meticulous in life.
At the age of 18, I was determined to drop out of school and quietly make money in the city where the university was located, but I had to lie to my father and say, “I passed the exam and studied there.” Dad always believed in me. 3 years of diligently earning and saving money, not playing around, not falling in love because I swore to myself “I will not contact or have sex with any man”. I quietly bought an apartment in a new urban area on the edge of the city.
Unlike usual, I came home with a bunch of things and gifts for my dad. During the meal, I used all the cooking experience I learned from Ms. Tham, from my grandmother and from life on the street to have a hearty, complete and delicious meal.
Grandma is too old and weak. My father and I came back several times to talk to her to welcome her back to live with us because she only had my mother as her child, and my grandfather passed away early. But she refused to go. She said: “This is my house, my grave, my relatives are all here. I only live and die here, I'm not going anywhere.”
My father and I had to give up. Every week and every month, I take turns visiting her. Then she followed her grandfather and her daughter (my mother) back to her ancestors. The grave that my father and I built has my grandparents, my mother and Ms. Tham lying there. I reminded him several times, “Dad, move all your grandparents' graves here, Dad!”. Then he listened to his daughter and gathered the two families into one area. I heard from my father that my grandparents were residents from another place (?) so there were only the couple and their son (my father). I asked where he came from, but my father shook his head and didn't know because his grandparents never told him.
When Dad came home, a decent tray of rice was prepared. I bought him an extra bottle of Ama Kong medicinal wine that the uncles and aunties praised as nutritious and healthy, plus a few cans of beer. Every day, I still see him sipping just a small glass of wine or half a bottle of beer every meal, but I have never seen him drink more. However, the white wine he bought was handcrafted. I heard that drinking this type of alcohol is harmful, so I advised him…forbid my father from drinking this type of alcohol. Thank goodness he listened to his daughter.
Over time, I saw him become more rosy, healthier and stronger. He is also happier and not as melancholy as before, at least I realize that every time my father and I are together.
Today I see that he has a better appetite. When he picked up the bottle of wine and was about to pour more into a glass, I stopped him:
– Dad just drinks like that. Drinking a third glass is counterproductive. I'm not healthy yet, but being drunk and addicted is miserable. – But today I feel delicious because of the food you cooked. Makes me miss your mother and children more, Miss Tham…
I raised my eyes to look at him and saw two tears pouring out of the corners of his eyes. I quickly hugged his head, rubbed it, kissed his forehead, and cried out in panic: “Dad, don't cry, dad!”. But then I cried too.
I poured him a full glass and poured me a smaller glass. I gave him the glass of wine and then held his hand, trying to make the two rims of the glass collide with each other with a crisp sound…
– Wishing you good health, Dad. – Thank you, my Swallow!
For the first time since I left the street, he called me by my name instead of “Daddy's daughter”. I feel like I'm older.
The meal ended happily. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face and then quietly went to his bedroom, leaving me with the table waiting to be cleaned, unlike usual when father and son clean up together. I guess he was drunk from drinking another glass of wine.
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While cleaning the dishes, I kept thinking. I miss my grandmother, Miss Tham, love my mother, love my father, and then feel sorry for myself. Images of my father kept flashing in my mind.
After cleaning up, I found myself in a drunken stupor, cluttering up past images without chronological order. For some reason, an image of my father kept flickering, then clearly appeared.
That was a day about 3 months ago. I went home quietly without making a sound like usual. The house door was wide open. I gently entered. Suddenly I heard my father whispering in the room calling my mother's name, Ms. Tham's name…
– Yen (my mother's name)! Dear Tham! I love my two wives, I'm so sad. He remembers and wants to follow you two. But there's a Swallow so I can't. When Nhan gets married, the two of you can go back to your husband.
Then he cried, cried loudly. I held my chest and cried as tears continued to flow. I went into my room to change clothes and quietly went to the well to take a shower. Then, when he entered the house, he went to his room and put his ear close to the door to see if he was asleep. Silence… Then suddenly I heard him scream but it was muffled in his throat, only clearly and intermittently heard:
– Oh Yen… Oh Tham… I'm out… I'm out…
Peering closely through the gap in the door panel that was open about an inch, I saw my father holding his cock to let drops of sperm shoot out in waves. In his other hand was an old washcloth that I had thrown away several times but then he picked it up again, washed it, and stored it carefully. Let me now put it to use for this “work”. I feel sorry for my father, a man in his early 40s, who has had to restrain himself for many years, to suppress all his male needs for me, and then when he can't restrain himself anymore, he has to find a way to solve the mystery of life himself. reason.
Would Dad be like that today? Partly out of curiosity, partly because I wanted to see what I knew about my father's body. I gently walked to the door again, peeked through the crack…
He lay on the bed, under the dim light of the night light… I saw him pull down his underwear to his knees, with both hands stroking his big, long erection. I held my breath and swallowed without knowing what I swallowed.
– Forgive me, my two wives, forgive my father, Nhan. I know that doing this is very harmful, but… I can't stand it anymore. Let it out… let it out…
I was dizzy and stumbled, leaning my head against the door, making a loud sound. The sound of his footsteps rushed out, the door opened. Seeing me slumped in front of the door, he panicked:
– Nhan! Hey Nhan! Are you okay, child? How did you fall like this?
He bent down and picked me up by my armpits. At his shoulder level, I buried my face in his chest and sobbed:
– Dad, Dad! I love you dad! Because having children makes you suffer like this, dad…– No! It's not like that! Having children, fathers must continue to live and be happy with their children. As long as I…
I put my hand over my father's mouth, not letting him continue speaking.
I looked into his eyes and said slowly, clearly and decisively in each word:
– Are not! I will never get married! Never leave dad! I will be with you all my life. Then I hugged him, pressing my face to his so he knew my tears were flowing.
He also hugged my shoulders, squeezing hard towards his muscular chest:
– Swallow… Oh Swallow! Dad…
I raised my face and continued after his words:
– Dad loves Nhan! Dad said so!– Yes! Dad loves you, always. Girl…– No! Dad must say just 3 words: “Dad loves Nhan”! Say it, Dad!– Dad loves Nhan. His hand hugged my shoulder even tighter.– Now Dad said: Love Nhan, just two words.– Love Nhan!
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I put my lips to his mouth and whispered:
– Kiss Nhan!
I was kissed by him, the first time I was kissed by a man and that person was none other than my biological father.
While we were kissing, I held his hand and put it inside my shirt. My 18 year old youthful breasts were dedicated to him. His hands engrossed in squeezing my increasingly erect breasts, then slid down to the waistband of my pants. I quickly pressed his hand to my bulging pussy, held his finger and gently pressed it against the opening of my pussy that was filled with lubricant. My hand moved to his groin, stuck into the waistband of his pants, grabbed his big, long, hard and hot penis and sucked it like an existing instinct without anyone telling me.
I pulled him down, held his cock and pressed it against his cunt.
I writhed in pain when my hymen was torn but happily raised my buttocks to receive his thrusts. Neither of them could say a word because their mouths were still stuck together, sucking and swallowing. I trembled as I felt warm rays rushing into my cunt.
He hugged me and whispered:
– Oh Nhan, Nhan… – You! Don't say anything else! Just say you love me.– I love you!
I felt relieved and accepted his love in return for his love like a woman with her lover.
From then on, my father and I were a married couple.
When I was 19 years old, I gave birth to my son Quan, 5 years later I gave birth to Manh and just 1 year later I added son Tuyet.
After 3 months of giving birth to Quan, I told him about the house I bought on the street and planned to move there.
– I hid… Cuong's father, pretending to go to college to earn money to buy a house without my husband knowing. I also swore not to get married and did all I could to live with my father for the rest of my life, vowed to have children with my father, vowed to live and take care of my husband like Yen's mother, like Ms. Tham and vowed to give birth to my husband as long as I could. even when old and deteriorating due to having many children. But I believe you will love your wife Nhan like you loved your two previous wives…
My husband, my biological father kissed his wife's eyes:
– Hey Nhan! With you, I see that life is worth living. I thank my beloved wife.
I am only 40, the age of childbearing age, and my husband, my father, is only 64, still strong and increasingly energetic. We will have more children for each other, making our families even bigger.
Thank life for bringing me and my father together to become husband and wife.
In me, one body has two souls, the love of a daughter for her father and the love of a wife who loves her husband.
Same in you! An Cuong fulfills two roles: a father who lives his life for his daughter, everything for his daughter, and a husband who always loves his wife and children.
Two in one for my father and I – my husband and I are as simple as that. But that's only possible from love for each other.
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