Chapter 8

I guessed that I didn’t pick up on that because it was the last thing in the world on my mind. I remembered all of the diapers of hers that I changed and how careful I was to make sure nothing inappropriate could ever be said about how I took care of my daughter’s little girl parts, and then just 18 years later I had my hand down her pants and was fondling them with lust—and she enjoyed it. I remembered the taste of her pussy and how smooth and clean she was on my tongue.

I was hiding my raging hard-on now and I was going to cum if I didn’t concentrate on controlling my thoughts. I forced myself to concentrate on the movie just long enough for my erection to go down and then excused myself, saying I wasn’t feeling well, before going to bed.

Erin asked if she could get me anything and I said I was ok; that it was probably just something I ate. I said ‘good night’ to Erin and she elected to watch the rest of the movie. Before going to sleep, I had to ‘rub one out’. I went into the bathroom like some high school kid and jerked off. But when I did, all I could picture in my head was me fucking ‘the cat girl’. Only this time, she wasn’t wearing her mask. I could easily picture my daughter’s face instead of the cat mask.