I have received an email from a Literotica reader in Hangzhou China sharing her intimate experiences. She has consented to share her story with other readers. I reproduce this email, but for obvious reasons, the names of the writer and her place of abode have been changed in this reproduction.
“Dear Hung-Wa,
I am Cai Xia. I am a happily married woman, age 32, with a 7-year-old child. My husband was my university classmate and we both work as teachers in Hangzhou.
I have enjoyed reading the emails from Li-Wen. Although I have never had sex outside marriage, I am a very liberated woman. I have hot sex with my husband daily except during those periods when I am menstruating. We both enjoy a lot of foreplay including oral sex. I do not find sperm something distasteful. In fact I frequently swallow my husband’s cum during oral sex.
Although I am hirsute, my husband enjoys me fairly bare down below. I do remove my pubic hair sometimes to please him.
We also enjoy taking private photographs using our digital camera. I have a nude collection spanning three years.
After reading about Li-Wen’s experiences with her auntie and uncle, I would like to share something of my own. Since young, I have always loved my father. Not just infatuation or fatherly love. But my love for him had a sexual overtone.
Since my teenage years, I have often masturbated in the secrecy of my own room. My parents are farmers in Zhejiang and we do have a more spacious rural home. I find my father attractive and I would frequently peep at him when he is casually dressed in shorts during the hot summer months. The sight of a bulge or sometimes his naked cock head would ignite wild thoughts and cravings inside my body. Frequently I would rush into my own room to rub myself until I had an orgasm.
After marriage, I still harbored fantasies of sex with my father. However I knew that this was not possible because of the incest problem. I liked to address my husband as father after my son was born. Hence my husband did not know about my secret desires for my father. I would tell him, ‘Father, fuck me tonight.’ or ‘Fuck me hard, harder… father…’ when I am having sex with him. I would usually have extremely violent multiple orgasms while imagining my father having sex with me.
My father is now 60 and my mother 52. Mother has just had her menopause, but she is still healthy to have weekly sex with my father. I know that my secret fantasy can never be made real. With my father getting older by the year, his sexual ability will decline and perhaps stop. This thought made me feel a sense of hopelessness.
In January this year, I went to visit my parents alone. As it was winter, I went to the local bathhouse with mother to have our hot shower. We are really like sisters. We rubbed soap for each other and even tickled each other’s busts and private areas during the shower. We never considered our actions to be lesbianism as it was common for women to play with each other inside the bathhouse.
That evening, mother cooked a sumptuous dinner. We drank a lot of white spirits to keep ourselves warm, as the house had no heating. Father drank more than usual as he was in a jubilant mood to see me home. We retired to bed fairly early. I slept in my old room.
I could not sleep as the room was freezing. Despite having three layers of clothing and two blankets, I still felt cold. At about 11 pm I decided to go into my parent’s room to share their large bed. It was quite normal for me to jump into their bed when I was living at home with them.
I opened the door and found both asleep under the blanket. My father was snoring. I walked to mother’s side and lay aside her under the blanket. It was comfortable under the blanket with the heat from three bodies. I soon felt hot and decide to remove my outer clothing leaving my long john and panty on.
I turned my body to hug mother and place my hand over her breast. I was surprised to find her wearing only her bra. I then move the hand downwards and find her thigh bare. Reaching her waist, I could feel only her panty.
I became curious and realized that perhaps they might be having sex before they slept. Suddenly I had wilder thoughts, as I knew that she would be having my father’s sperm on her pussy. I was shaking with excitement as I softly crept my hand downwards to feel the panty around the pubes. Sure enough, it was wet with a sticky substance that I knew to be the precious fluid from my father’s body. I could not resist rubbing my mother’s pussy from the outside of the panty.
Although I have never craved for my mother’s body, I suddenly felt that strange desire to want to share something with her. It was like a form of consolation that if I can never have my father that way, I could somehow reach him through her. Immediately I divested myself of my lower under clothing and then I began to use my mother’s bare thigh as a bolster. I masturbated my hairless pussy there after making sure that the labia lips were pulled aside to allow my itching clit full contact.
I felt horny as my sexual desires became more intense. I wanted to get more of the sperm and slipped my hand inside my mother’s panty to rub her clit. She seemed to be enjoying it as I could find it becoming bigger and harder. Gently I slipped one finger inside her vagina and found it oozing out my father’s cum. This made me more excited and I masturbated more vigorously. I pulled out my hand and smeared the sperm on my face after smelling it. I then dipped the finger inside my mouth and began sucking furiously to remove all the precious coating. I was still greedy for more and returned to my mum’s pussy to fish out more of the white liquid. I found the taste to be delightful and immediately I felt my body surging to a strong climax.
My uncontrolled assault on her thigh awoken mother. She immediately realized what was happening but inside of stopping me, she pressed her thigh harder to increase the pressure as she hugged me with a bear grip. She slackened only when she was sure my throbbing clitoris had ceased to twitch.
She whispered softly to me, ‘Xia, you poor thing. Has Fan (my husband) been depriving you?’
‘No. Mother, we have sex every night. Tonight I just felt the need to rub and I am sorry to wake you up.’
