I heard the front door close downstairs and then Dad got into his car and drove home. I lay on the bed, my naked, tanned body still covered in a film of glistening perspiration. As I licked my lips I could still taste Dad's semen. I re-lived again in my mind that last hour since I had first stripped off for him. I felt dirty and cheap and I loved it. s*x with my husband, John, was good but incest is best. I knew that I wouldn't see Dad again until Saturday when he and Mum and John and I went to visit Grandad.
We did this about once a month since Grandma died about two years ago. I fantasised about what I would wear to tease and tempt Dad to the point that he'd have to make an excuse to get me on my own. It didn't matter how provocative my outfit was, because everybody is used to seeing me
