A month had passed since I had lost my virginity to Dad. I had been in a state of perpetual bliss the entire time.

Dad and I had been fucking each and every day. Mom was always at work and Dad was working from home as per usual, so we had plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company. We would fuck during his lunch breaks and even during his working hours. We would often laugh together about how the company he worked at was pretty much paying him to fuck his own daughter. If only they knew.

It was as if a dam had burst, letting out a torrent of suppressed emotion and sexual energy. Gone was the shame. Gone were the guilt and fear. Dad was the closest man to me in my life. He was the only man in my life. And I loved him more than anything. I realize now that my love for him had always been more than a daughter’s love.

Dad had been incredibly lonely the past few years, just as I had been. His marriage to Mom had always been rocky at the best of times, but they had stayed together so that I wouldn’t have to grow up in a broken home. I didn’t realize how lonely he had been, though, until he confided in me during our time together.

They still slept in the same room, but their sexual relationship was non-existent. They would no longer touch each other either, not even hugging or kissing. Dad had asked Mom if he could at least masturbate while she touched herself or played with her dildo, but she had refused. And so Dad had to resort to porn and his right hand. It was a miserable existence. Until I had walked into his room naked that fateful day and everything changed.

But it wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t. Yes, I gave Dad the intimacy he so desired. I gave him my young, tight 19-year-old body, something he hadn’t had for a long, long time. But I also gave him love, real love. I gave myself completely to him, mind, body and soul. And so did he.

We would go on dates together when Dad was able to take time off work. We would drive far from home to places where nobody would recognize us. Lunch dates, walks in parks, lazy days at the beach, romantic movies at the cinema… We would do it all, and we would be content with just being in each other’s presence, holding hands, cuddling, kissing.

We would often get jealous glances from men when we were out together. We’d be laughing and talking in high spirits, and I would see them from the corner of my eye. I knew what they were thinking. How did this old guy snag a young hottie like that? She’s definitely with him for the money. No doubt about it.

But it wasn’t just glances. I remember one occasion when we were both resting under an old oak tree after a strenuous hike in the blazing sun. My head was in Dad’s lap, and I was watching the clouds pass high above between the branches. Dad was leaning against the tree and playing with my hair, something he loved to do.

I heard footsteps and lifted my head to see who it was. A small group of hikers had been resting under some trees a short distance away. One of them was now approaching us, a frumpy-looking middle-aged woman. She stopped a few paces away from us and glared in our general direction.

“She’s too young for you. Why don’t you find someone your own age?”

I was too taken aback to retort and simply stared at her instead. Dad didn’t seem fazed at all. He was just looking at her with mild amusement on his face.

She took a step closer. Her face was one of pure loathing. “You’re disgusting. Stop preying on young girls and find someone your own age.”

I found my voice at last. “You offering, Karen? You really think he’ll choose you over me?” I laughed. “You’re too old for him anyway. Find someone your own age.”

To rub salt in the wound, I placed my hand on Dad’s crotch and started rubbing it while smiling at her. Her eyes lingered on my hand for a moment, and then she turned around and waddled off back to the other hikers who had been watching in astonishment.

Dad burst into laughter, and I joined him. Everyone seemed resentful of an older man being with a young woman. People should learn to mind their own goddamn business. Well, we didn’t care, anyway. We were in love, and nothing else mattered.

Dad had ejaculated in me the day I lost my virginity to him. After the initial thrill had worn off, I came to my senses and started having a minor panic attack. What if I got pregnant? Pregnant with Dad’s child. Mom would murder me. She would murder us both if she ever found out.

Dad was his calm, stoic self as usual. He took me to the pharmacy and got me the morning-after pill. He also booked me in to see the doctor so I could get on birth control. We were definitely not going to use condoms.

And now that I was on the pill, Dad could cum in me whenever he wanted. He loved to finish in me, and I loved the feeling too. I would get an immense thrill when I felt his cum enter my pussy and slowly drip out in a warm sticky goo. I would gather it in my palms and lick them dry. It was as if I was swallowing a part of Daddy, a part of his essence.

Losing my virginity at 19 meant I had a lot of catching up to do as far as sex went. I wanted to fuck Daddy whenever I had the opportunity. We tried every position you can think of. Cowgirl was my favorite by far. I loved to sit on Daddy’s cock and bounce up and down until he came.

Dad loved to lift me and fuck me while standing up. He had incredible stamina, and he could stay rock hard for ages. If anything, I was the one who couldn’t keep up with him. He would deftly change positions, lifting me with ease, placing me where he wanted me. I felt safe in his capable hands.

But Dad wanted more. We had finished having sex one day and we were lying naked on the bed in each other’s arms. Dad was playing with my nipples, rubbing and gently pinching them. I had closed my eyes and felt myself drifting into a dreamy haze of post-coital bliss.

“Mel, have you done anal before?”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What?”

“Have you done anal before? I mean, with your dildo.”

I shook my head. “I always wanted to. But I read somewhere that you shouldn’t use the same dildo you use for your pussy. Risk of infection, I guess. I’d have to have a separate one just for anal.”

“It should be fine as long as you clean it properly. But I see what you mean. Do you want me to buy one for you?”

I lifted myself up and looked more closely at him. He seemed excited. “Do you want to try it?” I asked.

He lowered his eyes. “I’ve never done it,” he said shyly. Even after everything we had done, he would still blush when talking about sex with me. It made me love him even more.

“What? 20 years married to Mom and she’s never let you fuck her in the ass?”

He looked sad now. “You know your mother,” he said. “I wanted it but she wouldn’t let me.”

“Oh, you poor, poor man,” I said. “How could she be so heartless?”

He giggled at that and playfully slapped me on my ass. “I could get you a training kit. You know, those ones where you can practice stretching it out with different sizes. And then I could…”

“And then you can stretch me out,” I said.

He blushed again, and it was my turn to laugh.

I spent hours practicing with the anal training kit when I was alone in my room. There were three different sizes and I gradually worked myself up to the largest one, leaving it in my ass for hours at a time. It still was nowhere near the size of Dad’s dick, though, and I felt apprehensive about whether it would even fit inside me. Well, you won’t know until you try it. And I wanted Daddy’s cock in all my holes.

I walked into his room one day naked. He was at his computer working. I cleared my throat, and he turned around and saw me in my full glory. He sighed and turned back to the computer and shut it off.

“What?” I asked. “If you’d rather be working than fucking me, I can leave if you’d like.”

“No, no, it’s not that, Mel,” he said hastily, turning back around. “It’s just that I wish I could be with you all the time. Stupid fucking work.”

I laughed at that. Dad never swore. He was so innocent in many ways. I was the lewd one, and I was corrupting him by the day. “Well, you need money for stuff. Stuff like this.”

I turned around and thrust my ass towards him. I looked back and saw his eyes widen as he saw the butt plug in my ass. I could see his cock standing to attention under his pants. “Dad, I’m ready. I want you in my ass.”

He sat there for a while, savoring the sight of my bubble butt wiggling back and forth. He was mesmerized. I knew his cock was getting harder and harder. Finally, he stood up and lifted me with ease and placed me on the bed ass up.

All I could see were the bed sheets, but I could feel his hands caressing my butt cheeks. His tongue was circling around the plug. He desperately wanted to get to my hole, but it was in the way. And then I could feel his fingers gently removing it from my ass. There was a tiny plop as it popped out.

And then his fingers were inside me, two of them, exploring my anal canal, in and out, in and out. He was licking my asshole at the same time, and his saliva provided enough lubricant for his fingers to slide in and out without causing friction. It was heavenly. But I was still apprehensive about his cock fitting in my tiny virgin asshole. I turned around and met his gaze, and he seemed to understand immediately.

He opened a drawer and took out a bottle of lube. He was naked now. He squeezed a generous amount on to his erect penis as well as around my asshole. It felt so cold and wet. But then I felt the warmth of Dad’s cock as its tip touched the rim of my hole. I felt a thrill of anticipation. I closed my eyes.

And then… I felt him enter me, oh so slowly, oh so gently. His cock was so large, so thick, but there was no pain. He was as gentle as a summer breeze. I had often felt a pleasant feeling of fullness when my pussy was being penetrated. But this… It filled me out like a balloon filled with air. His girth stretched me out until I had it all inside me.

And then he started thrusting. Oh, my fucking God. The words emanated from my lips, they rang in my head, they filled my thoughts. They seemed to be the only words I had ever known and would ever know. I was crying out to something beyond me, something beyond this physical realm. I was crying out to the heavens in… in what? Agony? Ecstasy? Pain? Pleasure? Everything. His cock gave me a world of emotion.

I’m not a spiritual person, and I’ve never had a mystical experience of any kind. But this… this was one. I felt the oneness of life, the connection of all things on this earth. Our union was the union of all things. A union of a father and his daughter that would last until the ending of the world.

Dad was thrusting faster now, and I felt new sensations I had never felt before. Words can’t do them justice, so I won’t even attempt to describe them. All I can say is I felt alive, truly alive. Dad was moaning loudly. I think the tightness of my hole was making him feel sensations of his own. I was screaming as I had never screamed before.

Finally, with an almighty shudder, he came inside me and collapsed on to the bed, knocking me down in the process. His warm cum formed into a small sticky pool inside my ass and started dripping out on to the sheets.

We lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like an eternity. I felt myself drifting off. Dad had fallen asleep. I felt my eyelids close, but I heard an urgent voice in my head. Stay awake. Stay awake. Don’t sleep. You can’t sleep.

I opened my eyes. Of course. I had to stay awake. If we had stayed like this, naked in each other’s arms, only to be awakened by the sound of a voice, Mom’s voice…

Mom. In that moment, I hated her more than anything. Dad and I could never give ourselves fully to each other while she was around. There was always that fear in the back of our minds, the fear of her finding out and the dreadful consequences that would follow. She wasn’t even home now, yet her spectre hung over us, enveloping us in its blackness.

I have mentioned before that my parents were controlling and wouldn’t let me live a normal life. Well, Mom was always the controlling one, and Dad would just go along with whatever she said. He was too weak to stand up to her. She would watch me like a hawk, everything I did. She was the one responsible for making me a shut-in, isolated and afraid of the outside world, hating myself and hating life. And Dad saved me. He brought joy into my life. He made me feel alive.

I had asked Dad before about why he didn’t just divorce her. They had stayed together for me, but I was an adult now. He wouldn’t have to keep living like this, living the hellish life he led with her. He shook his head sadly. “She’d ruin me, Mel. She’d take the house. She’d take everything. I can’t do it.”

“Well, why doesn’t she do it then?” I asked. “She’s not happy either, is she?”

“No,” he admitted. “But it’s complicated, Mel. She has a comfortable life with me and she has to keep up appearances to her friends, to the outside world. And she’s always focused on work. I don’t think she cares about love or anything.”

I lay there next to Dad for a long time. Thoughts were whirling in my head. I remembered the nightmares I’d had before. Dad and I plotting to kill Mom, her car crashing off the road and bursting into flames… We would be free then. We would be truly free.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was I really contemplating killing my own mother? Was I capable of such a thing? The fact that I was even thinking about it scared me.

No, I decided finally. I’m not that kind of person. I would never do that, no matter what happens. But… but what if it was a spur-of-the-moment thing? What if she came in now while we were lying naked together? What would I do? I imagined myself striking her down and beating her to death while screaming jubilantly…

“No,” I said firmly out loud to myself. “Never.” But then we would always have to live in fear. How long could we go on like this for?

I fell into a depression again. When I was not with Dad, I would lay on my bed and stare up at the ceiling and curse life. I shouldn’t have to feel like this. We shouldn’t have to hide like this. And it was all because of her. She was the one thing standing in the way of my happiness. Our happiness.

I would put on some music and drift away, though I was careful not to fall asleep as I didn’t want to have those nightmares again if I could help it. The Smiths were my go-to whenever I felt like this. I found a strange kind of comfort in their often miserable and depressing lyrics.

The song I was listening to ended, and a new song began. I heard the jangle of the guitars, and then Morrissey’s dulcet tones:

All men have secrets, and here is mine…

The song continued on, but those words kept ringing in my head. All men have secrets. Of course. Everyone had secrets. I had a secret. Dad had a secret. We shared it together, but it had to remain a secret from everyone else. And Mom…

Mom. What was her secret? What was she doing all those long hours away from home? Working? Or something else? Why was she content to remain in a loveless marriage? Was she really not interested in love? Or was she getting it somewhere else?

That night I sneaked into my parents’ room while they were asleep. Dad was snoring loudly, but I wasn’t worried about him. I had to make sure Mom was really asleep. I would have a very hard time explaining what I was doing there if she caught me.

I tiptoed towards the bed. They slept in the same bed, but were as far apart from each other as they could get. Mom was on her stomach, and the dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the steady rise and fall of her body. Relieved, I continued my silent journey until I reached the nightstand. I grabbed her phone and scurried back to my...