I know not everyone has the same taste-my preference in fantasy is incest. I’ve just started submitting stories and am trying to get better at writing really hot incest fiction. Any comments, positive or negative, would be appreciated. This story is a variation of one of my personal favorite fantasies-hope you enjoy it-let me know what you think.
I was sitting in the den watching TV when my daughter, Casey, stomped in and threw the panties in my lap.
“What is this?” she said angrily.
“A pair of your panties?” I said innocently.
I know it is a cliché, but she is so beautiful when she is angry. Her green eyes sparkle with fire and her cheeks redden so that you can barely see the light line of freckles that runs from her cheeks and across the bridge of her little nose. She stood there looking at me, all 5’4” of her filled with righteous indignation.
“Don’t act so innocent,” she said as she pushed back her dark red hair, “look at them!”
I picked them up and pretended to examine them.
“Do you need some new underwear?” I asked.
“Daddy,” she said, “there’s cum stains all over them. You are the only person in this house that produces sperm, so I am thinking that the only way those stains could have gotten on them is for you to have put them there.”
“What are you saying, baby?” I said, still not ready to admit I was busted.
“OK, I’ll just be blunt. Have you been jerking off with my panties?”
“Sometimes,” I said rather timidly, knowing there was no way out of it.
“Well from now on will you please put them in the dirty clothes when you finish, not back in the drawer? The whole drawer smells like dried cum, I’m going to have to wash everything in it.” Her anger had subsided considerably. She turned and started to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To wash my smelly underwear! If I wear any of the ones in the drawer, when I sweat I’ll smell like I just got fucked!” she said almost laughing.
“I’ll help you,” I said, “since I’m responsible.”
“Well, grab a clothes basket and come on.”
When we got to her bedroom she started pulling panties and bras out of her drawer and handing them to me to put in the clothesbasket. I was really surprised that she had not been angry that I had masturbated with her panties, but only that I hadn’t washed them afterwards. She was right about the way the drawer smelled; everything in it smelled like sex.
“Look at this,” she said as she pulled out two pair stuck together, “how often do you do this?”
“Not too often,” I lied. I had been jerking off to fantasies of my daughter and using her panties for about two years and I did it almost every day.
