It was a wonderful experience, one we both treasured – but it was one that must not, under any circumstances, happen again. I’m ok with it.”
“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. Using my arm that was still around her, I pulled Sophie close, not letting her go. I tried to resist looking. There wasn’t a shred of regret in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. Sophie studied me. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. “Do we have to, Dad?” she pouted a little. “So, how’s school?” I asked my daughter. Her next words hit me hard. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That’s the problem.”
There was a long silence that followed. She was breathing hard. “Sounds good,” he laughed lightly. Sophie’s teenage hand rubbed my manhood hard, feeding the fire of my deepest animal yearning.
