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I'm Alton Aalto, professor of advanced mathematics at the university. I had the misfortune of knocking up my high school girlfriend, Marge, then marrying her. The one part of that I don't regret for a moment is the daughter we spawned, Anna. She's wonderful in every way and has been a constant joy in my life despite the difficulties with Marge.
It was difficult getting through college, getting my advanced degrees and PhD but not impossible. She never worked and I even managed to indulge my wife in things beyond our means in an attempt to satisfy her. One of the extravagances I had lavished on Marge were a few furs I got her. My father always gave my mother furs and I felt it was expected of me to do the same. I grew up understanding that is a birthright for any woman you respect and love. The sexual fantasy part of that was my desire to have sex with Marge in her furs. She spurned my every effort.
Despite my constant sexual attention to her, I knew Marge was screwing around on me. Being the campus cockle is embarrassing enough if I weren't in such constant attention to her sexual cravings. As events unfolded she wasn't missed very long. More like the relief after beating your head against the wall for a long time. Anna didn't seem to miss her at all. Even the sense she expected it to happen. She has always been daddy's little girl anyway. Anna was easy to please and never a problem for me or for Marge in any realistic way.
Marge lost it and left over Anna going into puberty. She never did connect in a meaningful way with Anna. I think it was more a convenient excuse and not a very good one at that. She left me with full custody of Anna and vanished from our lives with some guy.
Anna is not only very smart with her studies but in ways of knowing people. She never disappoints. She was a beautiful baby and grew to be a stunning woman in ways surpassing her beautiful mother.
After Marge left and I took on full parenting of Anna I realized even more what a remarkable, smart and industrious little girl she was. I never once asked her to do household chores. She just took on adult chores even at eight and turned them into opportunities. She grew and developed rapidly.
It wasn't long after Marge left that three things happened, changing the course of my life in ways I couldn't have comprehended at the time.
The first were the student girls I taught, flirting with me and putting the make on me almost constantly from the time I first started teaching. I had never cheated on Marge as she did on me. This is a professional hazard that more than one professor succumbs to.
I was starting to become big time horny from not having constant sex with Marge to no sex for several months. My situation became acute and I finally scummed to a cute Auburn haired beauty that kind of reminded me of a young Marge. I was a pushover. She was a nubile 18 year old virgin on top of that and desperately wanted me to take it for her. Any guys ultimate fantasy. We went to a motel in an effort to be discrete and we screwed like there was no tomorrow. I was hooked on an addiction that wouldn't go away and I didn't want it to. I never had to search for or seduce a student. They are constantly coming on to me.
My sexual relations with my students became very regular. I always had more than one I was having sex with. I always went to different motels and kept it discrete from the school and my daughter. I had developed an obsession by then over having a virgin to deflower. It became a thrill akin to my first time with Marge, an experience that helped me with the pain and loss of Marge initially but it too soon became an addiction. My students were all to eager to help me along.
I always made sure they were 18, protected and were very willing. I was surprised in this age of supposed promiscuity how many were 19 and 20. I could have openly dated several if they had been smarter. I swore after Marge I'd never be with another woman long term that wasn't smart. Living with Anna, as young as she is, was teaching me the value of smart women.
A few of my fellow professors seem to specialize in bimbos, including their wives. At least I never cheated on Marge. That must be humiliating for their wives as it was for me. They have to know the way these guys flaunt their conquests, all very professorially mind you.
The second event was my getting a very lucrative consulting job with a Fortune 500 company. Seems that what I do for fun and compulsively mathematically they pay me several times my teaching salary for. This is long term, part time and permanent. It transformed our lives from doing pretty well to just about anything we wanted.
That lead to the third thing. Getting furs for my "respected" young woman and myself. Indulging myself in furs was a new concept for me so I got us both the nicest fur spreads I could find. I also got Anna a few very fine real fur parkas and jackets. She was so incredibly cute and ... well .. sexy wearing them. I was compelled to get a few more for her as time went on. She would have no problems attracting boys for sure I thought.
As Anna advanced through school I always rewarded her for her major achievements with fur. After skipping the fifth grade I gave her a very fine dark mahogany mink parka that matched her hair. She not only went wild over getting it but she was incredible wearing it. This was the first time I had conscious lustful thoughts over my daughter and I mentally scrambled to suppress them. I was only marginally successful and I compulsively gave her more furs that just fed the vicious cycle of reward, lust and suppression. The lust never fully went away.
Since getting the fur spreads and watching Anna wear her furs I became more and more enamored with its softness and luxury. It wasn't long at all before I began to regularly masturbate at night. Images of Anna began to involuntarily occupy my mind when I touch the fur to me. They were somehow linked. I struggled with putting her from my mind when I masturbated.
Despite screwing young girls frequently, touching myself with the fur reminded my mind of how truly horny and starved for meaningful intimate affection I really was. It was then that Anna's image would appear and none other. This became a major struggle for me.