20 - My sex life with my dad and something bad but I recover

I'm going to continue with my story that really happened in my life. I hope you read my previous stories so you can understand what happened in my life.... I lived in Chaco. In the countryside or mountain near a place I won't name. I was 22 years old and six months pregnant with a beautiful belly that was already noticeable... My father who lived with me and was my partner worked all morning in the field and came home at noon.. I was really calm and happy... I only dedicated myself to my baby and my father. I would get up early, wash clothes, water my plants, and clean, waiting for lunchtime when my father would arrive. I would have food ready for him and we would eat together, then he would take a nap before going back to work.. I had left all my past life behind... it was as if I had definitely decided to be the woman of my father... At night, we would go to bed and make love... He would caress my belly and make me laugh with the things he said to the baby... Although I didn't know who the baby's father was, we decided that he would take care of it and register it as his child. I clarify that later in life I found out that this man was actually my father... for me, I always thought he was my uncle... until Mother confessed that she had an affair with her husband's brother and I was born... and the age difference was great... he was old for me, 58 years old, but he could still be with me... we would have sex every two or three days and I was fine with it... although I was more focused on the baby thing... and he would only look for me when he wanted to and make love to me... never had a problem... I think that to keep a man happy, you have to take care of him well... sometimes my father would wake up before going to work with many desires, I don't know why at that hour, and make love to me slowly from the side for the baby... the most beautiful thing he ever said was that it didn't matter who the father was, but he would take care of it... and if it's a girl, he would make her into a boy, and if it's a boy, he would make him into a girl... he wanted me to have consecutive babies and only 2... and it didn't seem bad to me... but if there's a problem I can quickly find another baby... I was worse off... and honestly, I don't have many reasons to recount many details... because I don't want to remember much because what happened that morning makes me cry. It was just a cold morning... we had normal sex the night before and I woke up very sore in the morning... it was like sudden intense pain that woke me up... it was around 10 am... I sat on the bed and blood started coming out... it was horrible... ugly pain... and I was screaming and alone... I don't know how I did it but I got out... I looked for the horse tied behind and got on and bleeding, thought I was dying... I went to where an old lady lived who I barely knew and arrived at her house and got off... and the lady came out and I was bad... I fainted from pain or maybe not... but I think I had a lot of fever... When I woke up, I was in the backseat of a car... I saw the little old lady holding me... later I remember being in the town at the clinic... I had lost my son... I don't know what happened. Never knew or wanted to know well... when I found out I wanted to kill myself... I wanted to die... I didn't want to live anymore. I felt like it was a piece of shit life and everyone... I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. I think I stayed 3 days in a room with a nurse... but I was bad... very bad... my dad came the next day... hadn't been able to tell him... it was all horrible... They took me home in a car that my dad paid for... before I heard medical instructions... rest and control in a week... any pain had to go... and no relationships... after 10 days I had to do several studies to see what happened. It's very precarious... I think if I had been somewhere else... they might have saved the baby with six months... or maybe it died inside me because of something. That was the worst thing that ever happened to me. It cost me a lot... I didn't do much... my dad kept working... I would sit and wait for him to come... I wasn't doing anything... He knew how to cook... and so I kept on... on top of it... every day I felt better physically but my head didn't... I cried and felt alone... my dad's words didn't help... I didn't go back to the doctor again... A week later, my dad really didn't want to have sex with me and he got angry... no desire for anything... I thought I wasn't a woman anymore. It passed a month and my dad was good but every few days he got angry when he wanted sex and I wouldn't let him... We argued for a month... he told me to leave if I kept going on like this... I said I didn't understand, that I felt bad, and all he wanted was sex... It passed almost 2 months and I was better... I started doing things at home... little by little, I got better... but I didn't want to stay with my dad anymore... but I had nowhere to go. I started leaving in the morning for the park on the route where the bar was... and some other businesses... I'd ride my motorcycle and stay there under a tree just looking... I saw my ex-lover, the old owner of the bar, but we didn't even acknowledge each other... and that's how I'd go to look around every morning to distract myself a bit... I had no money left and asked my dad for something to eat... clothes, nothing... just a short skirt and a pair of shorts... two blouses and one muscle shirt... three bras... one pair of stockings... some sandals and a pair of sneakers... that's all I had... and my dad would tell me to use his clothes... sometimes I'd wear his shirts but they were too big for me... when I didn't have clean clothes, I'd wear his big shirts that he had like 10... and also wore his pants sometimes because my bras couldn't take it anymore... so in total, at home, I'd put on one of my dad's pants and a shirt and walk around the house... I'd only change my clothes to go to the park... one night, about 3 months after losing my baby, it was my dad's birthday... I think he was 58 or 59... a man who worked with him came with his wife and we had an asado that night... they had two small kids playing around... and we ate and drank beers and then they left... late at night, we went to My dad started to look for sex with me again... he started kissing my ear and neck and I told him I didn't want anything... like always, I was tired of telling him no... but he was half drunk and kept kissing my ear and wouldn't stop... I think my heart opened up and besides I also took a sip and turned my head and we started kissing on the mouth... and that made me feel good... he kissed me really nicely... I liked his tongue... he put his hand down and I was wearing one of his pajama bottoms that I used to sleep in... and he started touching my pussy... and it made me feel good after so long... and I unbuttoned his shirt to let him see my tits and he started sucking them and licking me all over... I liked how he licked my tits... and he put a finger in my vagina, rubbing my clitoris... it made me feel really horny and he was only wearing underwear... I touched him and he had a hard cock... we were kissing and I was masturbating him... and I asked if he had any condoms... he didn't have any... and oh well... he left and I couldn't take it anymore... I made him take off his underwear and I took off my boxer shorts and climbed on top of him... with many feelings, I grabbed his cock and let it in slowly... and it was entering slowly and I loved that pleasure... until it went all the way in... I sat there on top of him, taking off my shirt and leaving my tits exposed even though it was dark, but some light came through the window... I started kissing him and we were making out... he told me Mary, I love you... I remember it well, he said it several times... I started having sex with him slowly and then more strongly... and I had sex and felt like my dad's hot semen was filling up my whole inside... after that, I had a beautiful orgasm... it was so nice... I stayed there on top of him without moving and enjoying... I felt his cock getting smaller and I fell asleep quickly... I think I was sleeping on top of him... I woke up the next day. When I felt my dad closing the door to leave for work, I went back to sleep and woke up around 9. I put on my old man's boxer shorts and his shirt, and I went outside and sat under the tree... I was thinking about so many things... My dad didn't buy me any clothes... until where would this go? A few more months and I'd have to wear the same clothes as him, I thought. And what kind of life awaited me there?? Just waiting for kids?! I had a thousand thoughts in my head... that night again, sex... I didn't want it but my dad was kissing me and making me get on all fours and he penetrated me until he finished... We were lying down and I started talking to him... I asked him what he wanted with me and he said he loved me and liked me being his wife and wanted to have babies with me... I felt sad... I felt like I was in something from which I couldn't escape... So I'd get pregnant again quickly... and I imagined having 5 or 6 kids living there with my dad... He'd get old and wouldn't be able to support us and our children... I wanted a young partner. It passed about a month... I didn't get pregnant because I got my period... and then I started avoiding my dad... The two times he looked for me, I made him wait... I sucked his cock really well so he'd be satisfied... I preferred taking his semen than risking getting pregnant... So after that, I started doing it almost every day... He didn't stop much but when I made him wait every night, it was like he wasn't even interested anymore... and it didn't put me at risk of getting pregnant... One morning I was sitting under the tree by the road and saw the man's combi with his deformed son... The man got out to eat at the bar... I stayed there in front of the road, under the tree... And after eating, he came straight here... He greeted me and asked about my pregnancy... I told him I lost the baby... and he lamented and said he liked having a friend here and was sorry we'd never see each other again and that his son would... I miss him... on this trip he didn't come... and he told me he was heading to BsAs... I think he brought things from the provinces or something like that.. always had boxes with stuff in the combi... later at the end, I asked if he wanted to go to the hotel for a bit, since he was rolling in dough... implying he would pay me for sex... and I said okay... we took the motorcycle to the combi and left... at the hotel, he started kissing me and we undressed... and the old guy is a fat, bald, and ugly one... a little shorter than me or almost the same height... we kissed a lot... touched each other and he got on top of me and started... didn't even use a condom or anything... I liked how he was doing it to me... made me come in 4 and put his cock in my ass slowly... started doing it to me in the ass and I was moving... then he took it out and put it in my pussy... and there I felt pain inside, making me scream because it hurt so much... felt the warm cum filling me up... we fell asleep and gave each other kisses on the mouth... and he started talking to me again... his idea again... because I told him about my life and some things of mine... and he said again what he had said before... that I should go live with him in Buenos Aires... that I would take care of his son and nothing would be lacking for me... that they were alone... that his son was with a nurse but that he preferred me to her... that he would pay me well and nothing would lack... that they had a big house with everything... that I would be the wife of his son... because he's afraid his kid will be left alone... and he would pay me for living with them... surely I would have everything but I would have to have sex with his son too... and maybe even him... that meant having kids with them but at least it would be a much better life... I told him I'd think about it... the old guy will come back in 20 days... said I should think about it and not regret it... almost convinced me... besides, I could look for my mom and maybe something else... escape once I arrived in Buenos Aires, it would be a good idea, so I went to see a lady who was my mom's friend and find out but she didn't know anything for months... only that my mom lived in Lujan and lived with her sister and my brother who left some time ago... but that was months ago she told me... but didn't say where... That was enough for me to know... Then I had decided to leave... now... don't know whether or not to tell my dad... it gave me pain leaving him alone but I think it would be better for me... that night out of pity or something... we made love with my dad... a lot of love... he was kissing me and I think he was very in love with me... he had been dedicating himself to me for some time and giving me a lot of love... that gave me pain... neither did I want to separate from him... and out of pity or guilt I started having sex every day... I would look for him at siesta or night... I don't know why but I did it... When he was home, I would wear his shirt undone on purpose, the strap loose in my boxer shorts and while we were eating or outside, I would wear it undone so he could see my breasts quietly... that way every now and then he would give me kisses on my nipples and that's how I would arrive at night with more desire... we started a week of lots of sex... and more I... I was doing everything to him... I think I'm going to Buenos Aires and take a gift from my dad in my belly but it doesn't matter anymore... I wanted to leave... and not caring about getting pregnant... better that way because I had desires to be a mom... and more after what happened months ago... We made love outside... in the countryside, remembering when I was younger and we did it secretly from his wife and my mom... he was the first man who taught me how to make pets... he was the one with whom I made them most often... wouldn't be bad having a baby of his. This is going to be the best time in my life..