Dear Readers,
You may find this tale disturbing, be warned, but it needs to be told. It says much about me and my psyche.
I am a 49 year old male, living in the Northeast of the United States. I have a good job with an outstanding company, 25 years on the job and going strong. I met a woman, much younger than me, just after I turned 30. She was a beauty and not the type of woman I usually attracted. She was tall, leggy, blue eyes, stunning. She got pregnant and we married. Everything was wonderful at first. It usually is. But our daughter was only four when my wife left. I never heard from her again.
I raised our daughter alone. I held nothing against her. She was a sweet undemanding child. She lived in daycare until school then a series of after school centers until she was old enough to be home alone. She was quiet and polite. She kept up the housework without being told and in junior high began experimenting in the kitchen.
Time passed and she grew from a girl to a young woman, every day looking more like her long lost mother. The long legs, the gentle smile, the sea blue eyes were a constant reminder of what I had lost. I was not bitter. I loved my daughter as she was my life.
As she passed through her teens, my thoughts when I looked at her began to drift from fatherly to desire. She was even more beautiful than her mother and I tried to keep my anger in check as hordes of boys followed her everywhere and were constantly underfoot in our tranquil home. It could not be helped, as she was very sexy and she gave off such an air of sensuality whenever she entered a room, without even realizing it, that she turned heads wherever she went. I wanted her. There was no mistaking that need, that underlying unquenchable thirst. When she walked into a room, immediately I sensed her presence. I often caught myself sniffing the air after she left the room.
I waited and I watched. I planned and I analyzed. I wanted her but I also wanted her to want me.
I knew she was a good girl, an obedient girl. We had discussed her sexual activities and she told me she was not active. I had no reason not to believe her. I made an appointment for her to see an OB/GYN shortly after her 18th birthday. I did not ask about it nor did she offer commentary. She went and that was it.
I planned her seduction down to the slightest detail. I knew my daughter and I knew her habits. I waited until the night was exactly right and the stage was set to my specifications. When she walked in the door, she usually tossed her bag down without a thought as she did this night. Then she went to her room.
I knew as soon as she got inside her room, she would undress. That was when I burst into the door and tossed the box of condoms on her bed. "What are these?" I asked in a demanding voice.
