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NEW STORY TITLE: "I'm going to fuck you, Daddy. (Incest?Taboo) Dad gets blindsided by his daughter's seduction. But what he doesn't know is his ex-wife is helping her. Some dangerous sex, public sex, oral, exhibitionism, voyeur, and of course dad/daughter. Enjoy! >>>>>>>> Preparing for a week's stay, from one coast to the other, in my ex-wife's house has a certain country song twang to it.

Just moments ago, they had been begging like desperate little sluts, pathetic with need. But the moment her daughter's future came up, Susan's attitude flipped completely. Guess it doesn't matter who you are—when it comes to their kids, every parent's the same. Even sluts. I was completely panicking now. But Susan stood her ground. Just as we hit a stalemate, Ariana spoke up. "Mr. Edison, it's not like you can't keep your daughter-in-law. It all depends on what you do next." She threw me a suggestive wink.

Ever so slowly, I let it travel along the crease between her abdomen and right thigh until its inevitable contact with her clitoral hood. Rhada's gyrations became less rhythmic and more frantic. She was starting to come unglued. Her passion enflamed me. Both our bodies gleamed with the sheen of sweat. I felt my own release stirring. Moral crunch time. I wasn't wearing a condom and the pressure on me to bring daughters into my House lay heavily on my soul. One final bizarre frontier. "Rhada, have you named our daughter?" I rasped into her ear. I could still pull out and shoot my seed over her fantastic ass.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

My father’s jaw tightened. “Sofia is not some girl,” he said. “She has been a DeLuca for fifteen years. She is my daughter. Yvette may share my blood, but she was raised somewhere else and brought back every bad habit that comes with it. She has done nothing since arriving but turn this house upside down.” I said nothing. Kane mistook my silence for guilt. He strode to the bed and pointed straight in my face. “What, no act this time? Listen to me. I don’t care what name you carry. Sofia is the only real daughter this family has. You? You’re poison.”

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

She looked Tiffany into her eyes with a sneer and went on, "Next time you see me, you'd better hide, or it won't be just a slap of two on your face." "Stupid bitch! My father runs the most successful construction company in town, and I'm his only daughter. I can have whatever I want. Why would I ever be any men's s.e.x toy?! But look at yourself, you are a s.l.u.t. You..." Tiffany retorted angrily.

No one knew the anonymous packages were already on their way. The packages arrived at noon. One for each guest. They opened the boxes, confused, and found them stuffed with photos and documents. The photos told a chilling story. Ten-year-old Sera pushing her sister into a pool and standing on the edge watching her struggle. Another set of photos showed Sera's real life over the years. Nightclubs. Alcohol. A man she supported in secret. She was not doing business in Europe. She was throwing money away.

​ I lean against the railing, watching a car pass below, headlights splashing golden arcs across the wet street. My jaw flexes unconsciously. Something deep inside me is picking at the edges of memory, trying to connect dots that refuse to sit still. Chloe Quinn, Her eyes, Her tears, Her absence. I sink onto the couch and pick up her daughter’s file again. It’s pointless, but I do it anyway. Sophie Wells. Age six. Chest tightness. Mild arrhythmia. No father listed on the file. My chest tightens, the kind of pressure that shouldn’t be there.