My lone child was my beautiful daughter, Dee. It was not long after her eighteenth birthday that I finally noticed that she was voluptuous as well. As her father, I knew I shouldn't have been having these thoughts about my daughter, but I could hardly help it.
Her mother and my wife may have kept me happily married for twenty years however there were two major disappointments. First, she became unable to bear anymore children after she had Dee, not giving me what most men want, a son. I wasn't mad at her for this, I still loved her with all my heart and it wasn't her fault. It was just unfortunate for the both of us. The second problem is in the present, she has become overweight. We both have experienced weight gain in our older age with our metabolism slowing. But I have made the trips to the gym, kept up with my diet and stayed in shape. I don't just do it for myself; I do it for my wife. She hasn't done this for me, and so our sex life has drastically declined.
And so I had become sexually attracted to my daughter. She had long brown hair down to just below her mid-back. Dee had a tight but round and fleshy ass. Most importantly, she had a magnificent pair of large, succulent breasts, twice the size of her mother's. I have never been a breast man, till now. I was slowly becoming obsessed with my daughter's body. Dee was wearing skimpier and tighter fit clothes that left little to the imagination. She also had pierced her navel. But the icing on the cake was her scank tattoo. Well, at least that is what my wife calls tattoos on girl's lower backs, right above her ass crack. Dee had a scank tattoo and it was a cross! I looked at it every chance I got. I found it funny that the symbol of Christianity was pulling me closer to sin with visions of incest.
Another thing that I found more attractive in my daughter was that she was no prude. In fact, all evidence pointed to her being a full-time slut! My wife, however, was a prude. And she often lashed out at our daughter and her whorish behavior that we had heard of.
"She gets away with all this because you refuse to punish her!" my wife shouted at me. It was a Sunday, and my wife was yelling at me since our daughter was apparently hung over from partying last night. My wife was ready to go to church as we always did. But Dee had been missing more and more services lately. "Haven't you ever noticed how she never brings the same guy home? Our daughter is a whore! And it is all thanks to you!"
My wife slammed the front door and sped off to church in her car, alone. That hurt. My family was crumbling before my very eyes. I didn't know where or how to fix it. Was the main problem my marriage, our sex life, my wife's weight problem? Was it our daughter, Dee, who seemed to have a reputation for sleeping with her entire school? Or was the root of all our troubles me, who didn't do know how to stop the unraveling? But I felt that I couldn't reprimand my daughter. She was my little princess.
"Daddy?"
I looked up to the stairs and saw Dee standing at her doorway. To my surprise, she was awake and she was dressed. But my wife would beg to differ. My daughter was dressed in a black halter top and a black skirt that came up to her mid-thigh. Her pierced navel was on full display. She walked down the stairs with her black pumps hitting the steps.
"Yea Baby?" I said, watching her breasts bounce.
"Are we going to church?" she asked with a sad look.
"Your mother and I thought you weren't feeling well… She left already." I said with hope that Dee hadn't heard her mother's comments about her and me.
"I know… I heard." She said getting closer to me. I couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage when I got the chance.
"Baby… don't listen to her. She's just… well…" I didn't know what to say.
"A prude. That's what she is Daddy. She is a prude and a bitch!" she in a matter of fact tone.
"Dee, don't talk about your mother like that." I said, but my daughter was right.
"Why Dad? If she is going to speak her mind about what she feels to be true about me, then why can't I do the same?" she asked. I was at a loss. "And besides… Mom is right, I am a slut!" she put a special emphasis on the word 'slut.'
There was a sudden intense look in her eyes. My daughter was looking at me as if I was her prey! I backed up as she moved towards me. Her hands were on my chest before I could think. "Dee, what are you doing?"
