Reunion with my daughter after 30 years
Hello, how are you? ...I'm going to try to summarize as much as possible this totally true story.
Many years ago I met a woman who was 12 years older than me, at that time I was 28 and she was 40. We had a relationship for about 2 or 3 years, from that relationship was born a girl whom we call Roció.
Our names are Amalia her mom and Roberto me.
The relationship I maintained with Amalia was not of couple but of boyfriends, there was no marriage and never lived together,
I would visit her at her house and we would go out to eat or have fun in cinemas, dances in discos, etc., etc.,
From those outings many times we would stay the whole night in some hotel since Amalia lived with her parents after her failed marriage from which she had 2 children.
Everything was going well in our relationship as we were doing it, but then after confirming the pregnancy she and her parents wanted us to formalize the relationship which I did not agree with, I wanted to keep doing things the way we were doing them, that is to say freely.
That's how the relationship began to wear off due to Amalia's insistence as well as her parents' insistence, to which she gave a lot of importance out of respect for her parents, she didn't know how to defend our position.
So it went on until the pregnancy ended with Roció's birth. I would visit her at her parents' house and each visit became a ordeal because there was always that demand to formalize the relationship.
That's how it was when Roció turned 9 months old and we celebrated together with Amalia, then we had a very loud discussion both with Amalia and her parents prohibiting me from visiting them again.
Then I consulted with a lawyer who began the judicial procedures to request what corresponded to me in terms of visits to see my daughter since she also had my last name.
It wasn't a very quick process, taking more time than necessary. When they summoned Amali's mom In the residence no longer lived there, from those moments on nothing more was known about them, they disappeared, neighbors provided data that they had moved to another city, but it wasn't much they were providing, at that time there was no internet or anything we currently have technologically that later reunited us with Roció.
This way the years went by for over 30. One evening at work some colleagues commented that they had been seeing profiles of people, girls more precisely, then I lit up when it could try to search for her in this way so I set it as a task when I got home that night.
That night after dinner I started searching the web, the first thing I did was type her full name into Google since I didn't have any other data because when they left they took all the documentation, many people with her name and surname came up I went to see on Facebook, Instagram and searched for Tik-Tok but this last one almost discarded it due to Roció's age. This way I discarded and found her on Facebook my heart accelerated when I saw her profile picture she was beautiful a woman totally her black hair in curls the photograph had a dark blue dress very short above the knees halfway down the thighs. Simply I was impacted seeing her a whole woman and besides beautiful.
I downloaded her photo to my PC and kept searching her profile there I saw that she was married and had two daughters so I realized she had two granddaughters. I never got married had love affairs that didn't lead anywhere I live alone in my apartment.
That night I started looking at all the photos I had downloaded of her and my little granddaughters it seemed there was little difference in age between the girls in those photos but the one that impressed me was her profile picture (the one with the mini dress) my heart began to beat tremendously while I looked at it more I made zoom to look at her legs up close felt like I was saying I was exciting and felt guilty, it was my daughter who was exciting me, a daughter I didn't know anything about during more than 30 years.
I closed the photograph and turned off the PC, I went to sleep, but when I was lying down my head brought back the image of her photograph. I started getting excited again, it was then that I needed to masturbate thinking about her on her legs, on her breasts, in her long black hair. It was tremendous the ejaculation I had, between pleasure also I felt guilty.
When I saw her profile I realized she was happy in her marriage and with her daughters so I decided not to appear in her life again, not knowing what could have told her about her father and mother.
It was years that went by without knowing more of what I saw on her Facebook, barely uploading photographs, photos of social events or vacations where she was in tiny bathing suits which excited me terribly and led me to masturbate for her, in my guilt I said it was just a fantasy that would never happen in real life.
But everything was close to changing and like it was going to change our lives.
One afternoon I got home from work and after relaxing with a snack I opened Facebook more out of habit to see if Roció had posted anything when I found myself with a private chat where she introduced herself, saying the chat: Hello my name is Roció, I don't know if you recognize me, I saw that you were looking at my profile and a friend helped me find you, I don't want to disrupt your life because I don't know if you have family, I'll just wait for your response, if you decide not to respond I'll take it normally and continue with my life as all these years
My heart filled with emotion, I took half an hour and responded to the chat: Of course I'm interested in knowing about you, immediately on the other side I had a response: I sensed that you would be like this she said.
From that night we exchanged our phone numbers so we could stay in touch through WhatsApp. From then on our dialogues were daily. To all this, she would send me photos of her adolescence and I'd tell her she was beautiful, there wasn't a moment when I wasn't flattering her. She told me that her mom had said I had died and she stayed with that version. Each photo she sent me excited me more and more, I no longer felt guilty, I really desired her more and more. Our chats sometimes got a bit erotic when we'd talk about how much we thought about each other when we were together and in one chat, she once said to me I'm scared because there's something that makes me go crazy for you...I don't know if it's the blood or what...I want to love you and I'm also scared, I replied I feel exactly the same way, like the new thing was, with everything to get to know her, between those confessions one night while chatting, I told her I'd had a dream about her that seemed ugly to me then she asked me to tell her again, I said no because it was strong, she insisted several times until I said I dreamed we made love she put an emoji of a surprised face and later asked if the dream really seemed ugly to me, if I was being sincere, I said it felt ugly because we were father and daughter, that's why it seemed ugly, but we'd enjoyed it in the dream, that conversation ended there, we didn't continue with the topic. Later she said it was time for us to meet in person. I agreed, we made a date for a weekday when she could leave her daughters with her husband who was aware and supported her so she could close a chapter she had pending. It was like this that we met at a bar in the city center, the city where paradoxically we both lived. I arrived and she was already there, I recognized her immediately from her photos, she was really beautiful, an enchanting smile, we just gave each other a kiss on the cheeks with coffee in between. We started sharing parts of our lives with each other, of course we wouldn't share more than 30 years of our lives over a coffee chat so we decided to meet again. Days went by and he sent me a WhatsApp message asking us to get together again, then I proposed that he come over for dinner since we could talk more quietly at my place, which he accepted. I looked for a day when his wife would be able to watch the kids and we met up at my house. When we first saw each other, I couldn't stop thinking about it because she was wearing a blouse with the first buttons undone, making her cleavage visible, I think she caught me staring at her breasts so much that she must have noticed but didn't do anything to rebutton them. That day, she arrived at my house in the afternoon and was as beautiful as always, we had to go through a kind of landing before entering the house so I let her pass first while I looked back at her beautiful Booty, she's relatively short which made her hips stand out in the jeans she was wearing, I had prepared something beforehand for dinner, asked if she wanted to drink an appetizer or wine and she said she didn't drink alcohol. During our conversations, I gave her a present consisting of some blouses that she loved, it was then that she suggested we take some photos together so I took out my cell phone and we did, taking different pictures, in one of them I hugged her from behind and could feel her breasts on my back which made me get erect, when she let go and stood in front of me she noticed my erection since she looked at the bulge that had formed. It was then that she asked me: 'Do you see me as a woman or a daughter?' ...I replied that I had consulted a psychologist friend who told me that we were just getting to know each other and that it was probably that she would look at me like a woman, time would tell if she would ever look at me...' I would look at her like a daughter since many years had passed, it wasn't the same to have spent your whole life with children from small age where you see them as children. Then she asked me again But tell me, do I look at you like a daughter or like a woman?, and after hesitating in my response I told her that I felt ashamed to say it but I looked at her like a woman, she was so beautiful, so sexy, that since I found her on Facebook for the first time I only saw her like a woman, I felt so much shame confessing this thought. I hugged her again this time facing each other, I also hugged her tightly and could feel her breasts against mine, then I felt her agitated breathing, I relaxed my arms from her shoulder and waist and pressed her against my chest again and she got more agitated, she was also hugging me tighter, I realized she was getting excited, I lifted my head and she said Did you see that I told you there was something that made me go crazy for you?, if I responded looking at her eyes and moving closer to her lips, she kissed me on the lips and I corresponded, I hugged her by the neck and we kept kissing each other with more passion, almost in a wild frenzy, I pressed her against my body and she got more agitated, at one moment I started caressing her breasts and then she began to moan, immediately I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Already in the bedroom my head was bursting thinking that what I had fantasized about so many times during my masturbation was being realized, I unbuttoned her jeans and started pulling them down to her knees, it was then that I brought my hand to her vagina and found it all wet, as I caressed her vagina between moans I laid her back on my bed and took off her jeans completely leaving her in her underwear, I brought my face towards her vagina and started kissing her over her underwear moaning louder each time, my hands also caressed her beautiful breasts over her blouse and bra, I was taking off my pants and my penis was bursting, drooling. seminal liquid, I climbed on top of her kissing and rubbing my penis against her vagina both in underwear, it was total madness, we were in a total ecstasy, like that for several minutes rubbing each other feeling like I was panting with pleasure just like her. At one point we took off all our clothes completely leaving us both naked on that bed, then between kisses on her belly I started moving towards her vagina slowly approaching it, it was total madness for her and for me too, I wanted to eat her up from the bites she was giving me (I remember that moment when reliving this and my penis is already getting hard), so it was that the moment of penetration arrived, I got back on top going up her belly giving her kisses and with my tongue on her skin feeling her warmth, kiss after kiss I reached her lips and we were eating each other's tongues in a total ecstasy she opened her legs and I could feel her vagina rubbing against my penis then I penetrated her very slowly feeling like she was shuddering as I contoured her body from side to side and up it was then that I started moving in and out of her vagina both of us reaching an incredible orgasm, a madness that left us both embracing for several minutes, really the written words here don't compare to that moment. Well after that moment and already back on our feet we talked and agreed that whenever we need each other we'll be together making love which is something we still do today and I haven't felt such pleasure with another woman as I do with her she says it's because of the same blood (is that so? what do you think?) and she feels the same pleasure, she doesn't feel it with her husband. Each encounter takes us to total ecstasy, I don't know if any of you who may be reading this have had something similar, you can leave a comment, I'll read them. Salutations
Hello, how are you? ...I'm going to try to summarize as much as possible this totally true story.
Many years ago I met a woman who was 12 years older than me, at that time I was 28 and she was 40. We had a relationship for about 2 or 3 years, from that relationship was born a girl whom we call Roció.
Our names are Amalia her mom and Roberto me.
The relationship I maintained with Amalia was not of couple but of boyfriends, there was no marriage and never lived together,
I would visit her at her house and we would go out to eat or have fun in cinemas, dances in discos, etc., etc.,
From those outings many times we would stay the whole night in some hotel since Amalia lived with her parents after her failed marriage from which she had 2 children.
Everything was going well in our relationship as we were doing it, but then after confirming the pregnancy she and her parents wanted us to formalize the relationship which I did not agree with, I wanted to keep doing things the way we were doing them, that is to say freely.
That's how the relationship began to wear off due to Amalia's insistence as well as her parents' insistence, to which she gave a lot of importance out of respect for her parents, she didn't know how to defend our position.
So it went on until the pregnancy ended with Roció's birth. I would visit her at her parents' house and each visit became a ordeal because there was always that demand to formalize the relationship.
That's how it was when Roció turned 9 months old and we celebrated together with Amalia, then we had a very loud discussion both with Amalia and her parents prohibiting me from visiting them again.
Then I consulted with a lawyer who began the judicial procedures to request what corresponded to me in terms of visits to see my daughter since she also had my last name.
It wasn't a very quick process, taking more time than necessary. When they summoned Amali's mom In the residence no longer lived there, from those moments on nothing more was known about them, they disappeared, neighbors provided data that they had moved to another city, but it wasn't much they were providing, at that time there was no internet or anything we currently have technologically that later reunited us with Roció.
This way the years went by for over 30. One evening at work some colleagues commented that they had been seeing profiles of people, girls more precisely, then I lit up when it could try to search for her in this way so I set it as a task when I got home that night.
That night after dinner I started searching the web, the first thing I did was type her full name into Google since I didn't have any other data because when they left they took all the documentation, many people with her name and surname came up I went to see on Facebook, Instagram and searched for Tik-Tok but this last one almost discarded it due to Roció's age. This way I discarded and found her on Facebook my heart accelerated when I saw her profile picture she was beautiful a woman totally her black hair in curls the photograph had a dark blue dress very short above the knees halfway down the thighs. Simply I was impacted seeing her a whole woman and besides beautiful.
I downloaded her photo to my PC and kept searching her profile there I saw that she was married and had two daughters so I realized she had two granddaughters. I never got married had love affairs that didn't lead anywhere I live alone in my apartment.
That night I started looking at all the photos I had downloaded of her and my little granddaughters it seemed there was little difference in age between the girls in those photos but the one that impressed me was her profile picture (the one with the mini dress) my heart began to beat tremendously while I looked at it more I made zoom to look at her legs up close felt like I was saying I was exciting and felt guilty, it was my daughter who was exciting me, a daughter I didn't know anything about during more than 30 years.
I closed the photograph and turned off the PC, I went to sleep, but when I was lying down my head brought back the image of her photograph. I started getting excited again, it was then that I needed to masturbate thinking about her on her legs, on her breasts, in her long black hair. It was tremendous the ejaculation I had, between pleasure also I felt guilty.
When I saw her profile I realized she was happy in her marriage and with her daughters so I decided not to appear in her life again, not knowing what could have told her about her father and mother.
It was years that went by without knowing more of what I saw on her Facebook, barely uploading photographs, photos of social events or vacations where she was in tiny bathing suits which excited me terribly and led me to masturbate for her, in my guilt I said it was just a fantasy that would never happen in real life.
But everything was close to changing and like it was going to change our lives.
One afternoon I got home from work and after relaxing with a snack I opened Facebook more out of habit to see if Roció had posted anything when I found myself with a private chat where she introduced herself, saying the chat: Hello my name is Roció, I don't know if you recognize me, I saw that you were looking at my profile and a friend helped me find you, I don't want to disrupt your life because I don't know if you have family, I'll just wait for your response, if you decide not to respond I'll take it normally and continue with my life as all these years
My heart filled with emotion, I took half an hour and responded to the chat: Of course I'm interested in knowing about you, immediately on the other side I had a response: I sensed that you would be like this she said.
From that night we exchanged our phone numbers so we could stay in touch through WhatsApp. From then on our dialogues were daily. To all this, she would send me photos of her adolescence and I'd tell her she was beautiful, there wasn't a moment when I wasn't flattering her. She told me that her mom had said I had died and she stayed with that version. Each photo she sent me excited me more and more, I no longer felt guilty, I really desired her more and more. Our chats sometimes got a bit erotic when we'd talk about how much we thought about each other when we were together and in one chat, she once said to me I'm scared because there's something that makes me go crazy for you...I don't know if it's the blood or what...I want to love you and I'm also scared, I replied I feel exactly the same way, like the new thing was, with everything to get to know her, between those confessions one night while chatting, I told her I'd had a dream about her that seemed ugly to me then she asked me to tell her again, I said no because it was strong, she insisted several times until I said I dreamed we made love she put an emoji of a surprised face and later asked if the dream really seemed ugly to me, if I was being sincere, I said it felt ugly because we were father and daughter, that's why it seemed ugly, but we'd enjoyed it in the dream, that conversation ended there, we didn't continue with the topic. Later she said it was time for us to meet in person. I agreed, we made a date for a weekday when she could leave her daughters with her husband who was aware and supported her so she could close a chapter she had pending. It was like this that we met at a bar in the city center, the city where paradoxically we both lived. I arrived and she was already there, I recognized her immediately from her photos, she was really beautiful, an enchanting smile, we just gave each other a kiss on the cheeks with coffee in between. We started sharing parts of our lives with each other, of course we wouldn't share more than 30 years of our lives over a coffee chat so we decided to meet again. Days went by and he sent me a WhatsApp message asking us to get together again, then I proposed that he come over for dinner since we could talk more quietly at my place, which he accepted. I looked for a day when his wife would be able to watch the kids and we met up at my house. When we first saw each other, I couldn't stop thinking about it because she was wearing a blouse with the first buttons undone, making her cleavage visible, I think she caught me staring at her breasts so much that she must have noticed but didn't do anything to rebutton them. That day, she arrived at my house in the afternoon and was as beautiful as always, we had to go through a kind of landing before entering the house so I let her pass first while I looked back at her beautiful Booty, she's relatively short which made her hips stand out in the jeans she was wearing, I had prepared something beforehand for dinner, asked if she wanted to drink an appetizer or wine and she said she didn't drink alcohol. During our conversations, I gave her a present consisting of some blouses that she loved, it was then that she suggested we take some photos together so I took out my cell phone and we did, taking different pictures, in one of them I hugged her from behind and could feel her breasts on my back which made me get erect, when she let go and stood in front of me she noticed my erection since she looked at the bulge that had formed. It was then that she asked me: 'Do you see me as a woman or a daughter?' ...I replied that I had consulted a psychologist friend who told me that we were just getting to know each other and that it was probably that she would look at me like a woman, time would tell if she would ever look at me...' I would look at her like a daughter since many years had passed, it wasn't the same to have spent your whole life with children from small age where you see them as children. Then she asked me again But tell me, do I look at you like a daughter or like a woman?, and after hesitating in my response I told her that I felt ashamed to say it but I looked at her like a woman, she was so beautiful, so sexy, that since I found her on Facebook for the first time I only saw her like a woman, I felt so much shame confessing this thought. I hugged her again this time facing each other, I also hugged her tightly and could feel her breasts against mine, then I felt her agitated breathing, I relaxed my arms from her shoulder and waist and pressed her against my chest again and she got more agitated, she was also hugging me tighter, I realized she was getting excited, I lifted my head and she said Did you see that I told you there was something that made me go crazy for you?, if I responded looking at her eyes and moving closer to her lips, she kissed me on the lips and I corresponded, I hugged her by the neck and we kept kissing each other with more passion, almost in a wild frenzy, I pressed her against my body and she got more agitated, at one moment I started caressing her breasts and then she began to moan, immediately I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Already in the bedroom my head was bursting thinking that what I had fantasized about so many times during my masturbation was being realized, I unbuttoned her jeans and started pulling them down to her knees, it was then that I brought my hand to her vagina and found it all wet, as I caressed her vagina between moans I laid her back on my bed and took off her jeans completely leaving her in her underwear, I brought my face towards her vagina and started kissing her over her underwear moaning louder each time, my hands also caressed her beautiful breasts over her blouse and bra, I was taking off my pants and my penis was bursting, drooling. seminal liquid, I climbed on top of her kissing and rubbing my penis against her vagina both in underwear, it was total madness, we were in a total ecstasy, like that for several minutes rubbing each other feeling like I was panting with pleasure just like her. At one point we took off all our clothes completely leaving us both naked on that bed, then between kisses on her belly I started moving towards her vagina slowly approaching it, it was total madness for her and for me too, I wanted to eat her up from the bites she was giving me (I remember that moment when reliving this and my penis is already getting hard), so it was that the moment of penetration arrived, I got back on top going up her belly giving her kisses and with my tongue on her skin feeling her warmth, kiss after kiss I reached her lips and we were eating each other's tongues in a total ecstasy she opened her legs and I could feel her vagina rubbing against my penis then I penetrated her very slowly feeling like she was shuddering as I contoured her body from side to side and up it was then that I started moving in and out of her vagina both of us reaching an incredible orgasm, a madness that left us both embracing for several minutes, really the written words here don't compare to that moment. Well after that moment and already back on our feet we talked and agreed that whenever we need each other we'll be together making love which is something we still do today and I haven't felt such pleasure with another woman as I do with her she says it's because of the same blood (is that so? what do you think?) and she feels the same pleasure, she doesn't feel it with her husband. Each encounter takes us to total ecstasy, I don't know if any of you who may be reading this have had something similar, you can leave a comment, I'll read them. Salutations
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