Moonlight kisses her brave like sorrow daring to squeeze out in tears drip, drip of the sea, stretching to reach her on the shore while he is away in open water how he longs for the woman he playfully called daughter and she playfully called him in turn --father secret love secret fetish She called him Daddy when his salty brine fingers wiggle between her sweat-soaked thighs And he called her ‘baby girl’ his baby girl Moo...

Alan slammed the front door shut and slid down to his butt. He could hear the bathtub running upstairs and thought about going up to join his daughter in the bathroom. But it sounded like she wanted the night to be over, the last thing she said being 'Night daddy', so he decided against it. He retreated to his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. As he lay on his pillow something tickled his nose. He pulled his head up and...

Alan sat on the couch, lapping away at his daughter's panties while his cock shrank. He was suddenly jolted out of his depraved fixation when he felt a cold wetness on his thigh. He looked down to see his dick lurched over, the cum-filled sock that adorned it resting on his thigh. He didn't want to keep Angela waiting so he figured he'd better clean up. Alan sprang to his feet and wiped his dick clean with her sock. He co...

A few things about me: I'm twenty years old, tall and blonde, and fit, but not exactly athletic (my seventeen-year-old sister is much more sporty, playing varsity field hockey) and, between semesters at college, I live at home with my divorced dad and my sister. I also have a secret incest fetish. I don't fantasize about family members (at least until recently) but I enjoy reading others' stories. The other week, I came a...

He was deep in thought as the carriage approached the young man sitting next to the road. Directing the driver to stop, he leaned out the window and inquired as to the concerns of the young man. “I have to sell this chicken but no one at the market wants a chicken that does not lay eggs.” The young man sobbed as he told his story. “How old are you?” he asked, thinking of the best place to trade such a useless animal. “I’m...

Alan cheered and threw his hands in the air as the crowd around him erupted in applause. He peered out onto the soccer field at the celebrating group of girls. Jumping and screaming around the center of attention was Alan's own daughter, Angela. She had just scored a crucial goal to break the tie with only two minutes remaining in the match. The coach rallied the girls back into position for the remainder of the game. Pla...

“Daddy, are you sure it’s safe?” Samantha asked her father as started kissing her neck, always a precursor to more. “Of course it’s safe, baby. What did the doctor say?” asked David. “She said it’s fine and it wouldn’t hurt the baby. It’s just—” Sam began sheepishly. But he cut her off. “Then why would she lie to you? Why would she tell you to go ahead and have all the sex you want?” he argued. “You just want some pussy,”...

By Sunday, the house had been decked from porch to bathroom with garlands frosted with white snow and buttoned with pine cones, strings of white Christmas lights, and holiday knick-knacks that had come along with Agatha from her side of the family. The tree Kat and I had picked out stood proud in the living room, hung with lights and glass balls. Never before had my wife gone so all out for a Christmas before. But it was...

Tom Ball and his wife, Denise, are forty-years-old. They're typical suburban parents and have a sixteen-year-old daughter, Sue. Denise is aware that Sue is sexually active with her best friend, Beth, and decided to talk to Sue about her sexuality. After school on Friday, she sat down with Sue to talk. "Sue, I know you and Beth pleasure each other, and that's okay. Have you had sex with a boy yet?" asked Denise. "Mom, I've...

The Bernards weren't an average couple. Don was dominant while Betty was submissive. The room they set up in the basement, known as the playroom, for their Dom/Sub activities was locked at all times to prevent their young daughter from asking questions. They divorced when Don was forty-one, and Betty was thirty-nine. Their eighteen-year-old daughter, Judy, decided to stay with her father. She had no idea about her parents...