I had found the advert for this group next to the ones for AA meetings and cancer survivor groups. “Craving the honey from your daughter’s sweet little fuck hole on a daily basis?” It had said. “Then come to our group every Wednesday at 7.30pm. You will meet others just like you.” Finally I had found others. I was not alone in this world.
I knew it was so wrong to think those word about my own flesh and blood, but ever since her mother had left me I just couldn’t help myself. Fuck, what was I supposed to do when I saw that my little girl had grown up and was now almost the twin of her mother? But I kept those feelings to myself, maintaining some shred of decency.
But that day…oh lordy lordy…
You know when a woman with a short skirt leans over, that skirt rides up and you get a tiny glimpse of those cotton white panties, and it’s like the sexiest thing on god’s green earth right? That was the moment in which I was gone. I had to have her right there and then. I was no longer my thoughts about right and wrong. I was my throbbing cock and my spunk filled balls. I was incestuous desire. That sexy little eighteen year old bitch of a daughter of mine was getting fucked whether she liked it or not.