MotherfakerChapter 4
I didn't awaken till almost noon the following day. I hobbled down the stairs, my ankle tender and sore with just a slight swelling. I felt terrible. My debauchery had reached a new low, an endless pit of perversion. I had committed the unforgivable sin, incest, sex with my own daughter! But, even now, seeing the image of her, a picture sitting on an end table, I could feel the stirrings of unnatural lust. I revelled in my sickness... the extreme pleasure it brought me was... was...