My Love My Daughter - Victorian Father Daughter Incest No2
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
In my eyes, my daughter is the perfect woman. I've always thought so. When she tells me she wanted to marry me when she was a child, it sparks an intense desire in both of us until there is nothing left to do but give in to it.
Although I do not want to, I feel it is time to broach the subject I have been painfully contemplating and procrastinating over.
“Darling, don’t you think it is time to find a nice young man and marry?”
“Heavens, no! Why would I want to do that?”
“Oh, for security after I’m gone, for children...”
“Father, please. You know that is the furthest thing from my mind. Why, every man of the ton I have met is as dumb as a rock! You would not want that for me, would you? And besides, when I was little, I always wanted to marry you,” she chortled.
But as if struck by lightning, we then stare at one another and I notice Melody’s nostrils flare. Myself, I am stricken with a sudden and obvious erection that I cannot control.
“You love your Papa that much?”
“Don’t be silly. It was just an offhand remark. Do not make so much of it.”
But the thought is even now percolating quite nicely in my mind. I'm absolutely delighted with the idea, apparently, because I can feel it begin to leak like a sieve.
“Are you going to be Papa’s sex slave, little girl? Are you going to beg for me at all hours of the day? Keep me...!