Chapter 1

Jim Lynch was being charged with the rape of his youngest daughter. The prisoner, who was the father of three girls, was being honest in answering the various questions from the detectives in charge. None of the detectives present were surprised at anything they heard Jim admitting. Being old-timers, they had heard it all before, in some form or another.

However, the uniform officer that was there seemed almost intent while listening to the confession of the big burly man. As arresting officer, Al Torre was required to stay in the Detective Bureau while the interrogation of the accused man took place. All of Al's years on the force had been spent in uniform and he had never been exposed to anything like this.

As the questioning continued, Lynch also admitted to having sex with his other two daughters, and although there was not yet any complaint from them, these revelations would be investigated thoroughly, too. Although the detectives were professional, showing no signs of emotion, Al could sense his fellow officer's contempt for Lynch; they were obviously disgusted with the man.

Torre was dispassionate and secretly sympathized with the accused. He himself had a 14-year-old daughter and although he never touched her and was sure that he never would, he was nonetheless considerate of Lynch's situation because of his own shortcomings. There were quite a few times in the past when the policeman found himself looking at his daughter with unnatural feelings. All too often, when the opportunity presented itself, he would sneak peaks under Michelle's skirt or down through the top of the youngster's blouse. He was not happy for doing these things, and he continuously fought with himself, but he found that he had a harder and harder time controlling his feelings as his young daughter continued to physically mature.

Al's interest in the interrogation became especially heightened with Lynch's response to how it all started. The prisoner told how he had originally only looked at his daughters' bodies, and that in the beginning, he never had any intention of doing anything to them. It was only after he had gotten a computer and began going onto the internet that his thoughts began to evolve.

At first, he had accidentally come across a site relating to incest, and a spark was kindled. Then he sought out a couple of more sites and previous unused lights within his brain began to be turned on and brighten. Soon he found a chat room whose participants were guys who actually fucked their own daughters, and others that wanted to do the same.

What really caught Jim's interest at the site was something that he heard from virtually every guy who had claimed to have had sex his own daughter. Each seemed to have a different story, but the one constant that never varied from every father's story was that none had ever experienced any scent to compare with that of their own daughter's pussy. At least during the times that Jim was visiting these chat rooms, that was invariably the message. Most of these guys said that they enjoyed eating pussy in the past; though some didn't, and they all agreed that the smell from their own daughter's pussy was the most enticing, awe-inspiring aroma that any guy would ever encounter in his life. Once you had your nose in your daughter's twat, there would be no other one that you would ever want to have sex with.