Valerie Gray - Taboo Acts Vol. III - Loving Daddy

Incest, one of the oldest taboo tales of mankind, from the Bible and even before the Bible. It's the topic of bestsellers and literary masterpieces. It is the darkest desire any man of female could dwell on.

And it's hot.

And it's great for erotica.

Here are five stories of such taboo acts, five tales we are sure you will enjoy and wanting to come back for more, when we publishTaboo Acts Volume V: Lusting for Daddy. For in this volume, it's about loving one's daddy; each young girl in these five stories expresses her love. When we return to this topic in the other volume, it'll be all about LUST.

Nicholas O'Malley had been drinking. He had always kept the liquor to a minimum, but now, within the sanctity of his house, he immersed himself in the devil's drink without any limits. His life with his wife had been heading downhill for the last two years, but now, in addition to that fact was his belief that his daughter was always flirting with him. He had always been a good husband and a better father, but now, retired from work thanks to a very wise investment, his idle mind was proving to be the devil's workshop.

Without any particular initiative on his part, his mind turned to his daughter. At thirteen, Edwina was a beautiful blonde who had her mother's face and her father's nose.

It had all begun innocently enough, as most of these things tend to do. An accidental display of skin, an inopportune comment or, as was becoming more frequent in his household, daring remarks accompanied with a flash of flesh and a wink of the eye. At first, he had put them down as childishly adolescent displays of a growing woman who wanted to be appreciated, but then, daughter or no daughter, it occurred to him that she was already a beautiful young woman and mature beyond her thirteen tender years.

His wife, the career-minded executive, was little more than a traveling salesman, in his opinion. She was always off to this city or that, meeting with this firm or that: all the mundane technicalities of corporate life that he once knew and, thanks to the wise investment, no longer had to deal with.

He wanted her to quit. They had the money. But she wanted to make her own mark in the business world the way he had; she was non content with being the wife of a successful man. The last argument over the matter got rather ugly; she stormed out of the room, terminating the discussion with her trademark puff of impatience. Nicholas knew he was as much at fault for the rut in his married life; but he no longer felt compelled to kiss and make up. He knew the moment he lost his desire for compromise, that the romance in the marriage was lost forever. The marital bond, however, was secure; at their ages, starting over afresh would be ill-advised and illogical. A split would do both of them harm. And there was their daughter to consider. Nicholas loved her terribly, sometimes too much; Edwina was the only thing that still pushed him on, wanting to improve upon his successful business life. If it had not been for his little girl who was always there to give him a hug after a boring day at the office, he was sure he would have gone off bungee-jumping, just for the sheer thrill of it.

Now he felt that their relationship too had undergone subtle changes. Of late, his daughter had taken to jumping into his lap for the lightest of reasons. With her mother gone most of the time, even on weekends, the teen wore clothes that hugged her figure like skin, like the white t-shirt that she had that seemed to cling onto her for dear life. Compounded to it was his startling discovery that she rarely wore bras around the house, the observation evidenced by the two small nips that poked out of the material. Nicholas also noticed that she used to be digging up more and more of her old swimsuits. He smiled to himself as he thought of a suit that she had worn just the other day, when he had bought it for her two years ago, it had seemed conservative. Now, it looked indecent enough to get her kicked out of any beach except the nudist ones. She was always insisting that she would be wearing them just around the house, but there were times when he wished she would be more discrete than to run around in them. Her latest trend was to wear them on Sundays, when she would do the laundry or clean the house.

His cock twitched as he remembered how he had stared down her cleavage when, on a hot afternoon, he had stepped in after mowing the lawn; the little minx had on one of her smallest tops and was bent over the vacuum cleaner, apparently trying to turn it on. He had had a perfect view of the top of her creamy breasts, tanned to the color of light toast, and how a little pebble had peeked out of the material that was supposed to keep her breasts from view.

Some bikini! It could not even keep her nipples within its cups. Lord!

Edwina had noticed her father's eyes on the visible portion of her areola-and instead of freaking out at his reaction, she had just tugged the red triangle over the bud; but her eyes had mischief in them.

This wasn't the only incident, he knew, but it had been the most suggestive. She usually spent her mornings in a loose shirt and a tight pair of panties that was visible every time she moved. Father and daughter also had a ritual of a Good Morning kiss; it appeared to Nicholas that he and Edwina were nowadays kissing longer than would be deemed appropriate. Every active fiber of his imagination told him that she was coming onto him. He had turned to drinks in the hope that they would give him the will power to turn the erotic images away; instead, they weakened his defenses and he obsessed over his child more and more?

The door opened, breaking up his thoughts but not scurrying them away. Edwina entered her father's study, a bright smile on her pretty face. Her lack of a social life no longer bothered her-in fact, as she optimistically consoled herself, it left her more free time with her Dad. He was her best friend in the whole world, the pillar behind her as she underwent the trauma of being stood up over and over again. He had been there for her every time, comforting her and making her feel precious. She felt free around him, unfettered and uninhibited, unlike her peers who thought of their parents as little more than meddling cohabitants. Sometimes she gave him an erection or two, but even though she would never admit it, she liked the knowledge that she could still turn on a man. For all outward appearances, however, she pretended to be terribly naive, having no idea of the reaction she aroused in him.

She had never thought, not even for one erotic second, that he would violate her modesty. Never.

Nicholas had the presence of mind to regain the composure he had lost as the object of his forbidden fantasies entered his study. He forced a paternal smile as the long-legged beauty approached him, grinning from ear to ear as she rattled off the teacher's compliments that she had gotten in her class. He managed to get himself into a neutral position before his daughter sat on his lap and felt his hardness. He placed the empty glass on the table as she placed her body on his lap.

He loved the soft feel of her buttocks so much…

Edwina had seen the erection as she moved towards him, and had guessed the reason behind his sudden shifting of his position. She knew she was in some way responsible for that arousal; after all, the two of them had gone over matters of the flesh many times in the past. It could only have been thoughts about her that must have forced him to act the way he did; but she had no idea what his thoughts had been, and it never crossed her mind that he could be thinking about sex.