Sharing A Bed With My Daughter

by Stacee Wylder

A storm came out of nowhere and hit hard, forcing everybody to take shelter wherever they were. It was pretty fortunate that my daughter and I were in the store at the time. We had a lot of food available, plenty of water, and a bed to share for the night. Sleeping with my daughter felt so much like sleeping with my wife; she was a little too similar in so many exciting, enticing, womanly ways.

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Is there anything more exciting than the alluring taboo of incestuous fantasies about gorgeous family members? It feels so wrong, and you know you shouldn't want it, and yet...


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