Dad is obsessed with his daughter. Confronting that obsession, he finds his daughter has similar feelings for him. Initially, things go along swimmingly, but eventually mom is sucked into the eye of incestuous vortex of lust and sexual yearnings. As she is being drawn into the whirling maelstrom of passion, she reaches out and clutches hold of the nearest thing she can find...
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eBook TAGS Father Daughter Incest, Mother Daughter Sex, Lesbian Incest, Mom &
Title: A Family Affair
Author: Baron LeSade
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Publisher: Baron LeSade
Length: 31,933 Words
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I am smitten. I have never been so much in love in my whole life. You are my life. My soul! My everything! Life is not worth living if I can't have you.
Following you into the kitchen, I watch you open the cabinet and pull out a vase for the flowers. You are so beautiful with the late afternoon sunlight shimmering off your short blond hair as you turn on the water and start to fill the vase.
I had to know. I couldn't wait any longer. It was driving me crazy. My knees were rapidly turning to putty, threatening to collapse at any second as I stumbled across the kitchen to step up behind you.
The roar inside my head was deafening as I gently slipped my arms around you and pulled you back against me.
“Daddy—” I heard you softly shriek as you flinched in my arms. “You frightened me,”
you murmured, setting the half-
“Marie, my little Baby—” I whisper, leaning down to kiss your neck. As I lovingly nibble at your neck, I could feel the tic of your rushed heartbeat just under the soft, smooth skin. And I could smell you—smell your perfume—Obsession, the perfume I gave you last Christmas. Then I felt your soft, firm buttocks press back against my cock. Now you could feel my arousal through the thin cloth of my pants. I had never been as hard as I was at this very moment.
“Oh, Daddy, you're hard—” I hear you whisper as you grind your butt against me.
“Yessssss—for you, Marie—” I groan thrusting myself against you as I lift my hands and cup your big, soft breasts in my shaking hands.
“I thought this day would never come,” I hear you tell me as I gently grope the soft, giving flesh of your breasts through your blouse and bra.
The words were music to my ears. No, a symphony to my ears. You felt the same way I did. It was so wrong, and yet it was so right all at the same time. We were in love and nothing else mattered except sharing that love. Sharing it in a way no father and daughter should ever share love. But it couldn't be stopped.
Easing back away from you, I step around to your side and slip one arm behind your back and another behind your knees. Then, with a soft grunt I lift you into my arms.
“Oh, Daddy, you are so strong—” I hear you purr as I turn to start for your bedroom.
But as I stumble along I am stopped when your rose-
Finally you break the kiss and ease your beautiful face back away from me. Our faces are only inches apart and your soft, warm brown eyes are staring deep into mine. The love I see there only intensifies my love for you.
“Daddy, I love you so much...” I hear you whisper as a big, glistening tear slowly trickles down your cheek.
“Oh, Marie—” I bumble, unable to form the words I want to tell you. What I feel for you is more than love. It is the essence of life itself. My shoes are not even touching the floor as I float down the hallway carrying you to your bed.
Stopping by your bed, I slowly ease you down onto it. You are so beautiful, but you look so helpless and vulnerable lying in the bed looking back up at me. You have that same look of innocence and trust you had when you were a little girl when I would tuck you in your bed at night. And now here I was, your father, your protector, about to betray that trust, take away that innocence. I felt the pain bore into my heart. How could I do this? My daughter! My sweet Marie!
“Oh, God, Marie, I'm so sorry, Honey—” I blubber out thinking apologizing to you might somehow excuse what I was about to do to you. But in my heart of hearts I knew it wouldn't. I knew there was nothing that could absolve me of this mortal sin I was going to inflict on you.
“No, Daddy, no... I want it too. I want you, Daddy. Please...” I hear you softly beg. “Make love to me, Daddy.”