deWrack
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Closed for myself and lick_my_kitty
Dwight Mason's wife Lori had died a year ago. The two of them were actually never married, but rather had lived together since their mid-20s, when Lori had been impregnated, and ultimately gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl, Gwendolyn.
Known simply as Wendy, the girl grew up with full disclosure of the fact that her mom and dad weren't married, though they loved each other very much.
She also grew up - once she was old enough to learn about sex - with full disclosure of her parents' sado-masochistic love life.
Dwight and Lori frequented bondage parties in the Phoenix area, were members of the Arizona Power Exchange, and often held meet and greets at their home.
With Lori having been gone a year now, Dwight had been thinking about his future along these lines.
Wendy was 18 now. And dear God did she resemble her mother, Dwight thought. In fact, Wendy looked like Lori during a period of time that her mother actually wanted nothing to do with Dwight, early in college. His courtship of her was never actually completed, as they never did get married.
But while Dwight had begun to lust after certain elements of Wendy, and his somewhat hedonistic lifestyle might have led to him instigating a physical relationship with his daughter, he had balked.
It's just not right. He knew this. What would Lori say?
There came a day, however. That day Dwight was looking through a set of papers on the kitchen counter, and came across a notepad. On it were random scribblings, obviously the handiwork of Wendy.
He absent-mindedly flipped through the pages until he found something he was sure he was never supposed to see.
It was a drawing of a girl who looked exactly like Wendy. She had her hands cuffed behind her back, and was on her knees and shoulders, her head looking upward.
Standing in front of this naked girl was .... Dwight. Naked, his cock (drew proportionally larger than it actually was, he thought) was dangling in front of him over the girl's head.
It was a cartoon, obviously. The only one saying anything was, naturally, the man.
What he was saying was the clincher that told Dwight he had to address this situation.
"Suck daddy's cock like a good girl, Wendy," said the man in the drawing.
Dwight Mason's wife Lori had died a year ago. The two of them were actually never married, but rather had lived together since their mid-20s, when Lori had been impregnated, and ultimately gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl, Gwendolyn.
Known simply as Wendy, the girl grew up with full disclosure of the fact that her mom and dad weren't married, though they loved each other very much.
She also grew up - once she was old enough to learn about sex - with full disclosure of her parents' sado-masochistic love life.
Dwight and Lori frequented bondage parties in the Phoenix area, were members of the Arizona Power Exchange, and often held meet and greets at their home.
With Lori having been gone a year now, Dwight had been thinking about his future along these lines.
Wendy was 18 now. And dear God did she resemble her mother, Dwight thought. In fact, Wendy looked like Lori during a period of time that her mother actually wanted nothing to do with Dwight, early in college. His courtship of her was never actually completed, as they never did get married.
But while Dwight had begun to lust after certain elements of Wendy, and his somewhat hedonistic lifestyle might have led to him instigating a physical relationship with his daughter, he had balked.
It's just not right. He knew this. What would Lori say?
There came a day, however. That day Dwight was looking through a set of papers on the kitchen counter, and came across a notepad. On it were random scribblings, obviously the handiwork of Wendy.
He absent-mindedly flipped through the pages until he found something he was sure he was never supposed to see.
It was a drawing of a girl who looked exactly like Wendy. She had her hands cuffed behind her back, and was on her knees and shoulders, her head looking upward.
Standing in front of this naked girl was .... Dwight. Naked, his cock (drew proportionally larger than it actually was, he thought) was dangling in front of him over the girl's head.
It was a cartoon, obviously. The only one saying anything was, naturally, the man.
What he was saying was the clincher that told Dwight he had to address this situation.
"Suck daddy's cock like a good girl, Wendy," said the man in the drawing.
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