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107 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 20, 2023
But no amount of parenting books could have prepared me for this. My daughter serving up her young, fresh and fertile cunt as my dessert.
“This is my princess pussy, isn’t it? You’ve been so good to your daddy, Tally, making me a father six times huh?”
“Se-seven” I moan, “I’m your baby too.”

I dreamed that Foster would be my first kiss, and in a weird twisted way, he was. He just kissed the wrong pair of lips.
I looked around immediately to see if anyone was in our vicinity watching.
The park was empty, except for the birds chirping.
They better not be looking at my fucking girl.

I roar as I let all of my sins out, beating the shit out of them as they escape my body.
I sit back on my bed and spread my pale legs to look at myself in the mirror.
I’m about to look deeper (👹👹👹) when my bedroom door opens abruptly. I look up and meet the horrified eyes of my daddy, except he isn’t looking at my face.
“I was looking at my downstairs (🐵🐵🐵), daddy. All the girls in my ballet were talking about theirs. It made me curious.”
I’ve held many babies and children in my time and as cute as they were I had never felt like I needed to steal them away and raise them as my own.
I wish I could google it but daddy monitors my internet. He told me there are pervs on there that could try to kidnap me so I stay far away. Daddy tells me everything I need to know.


She’s eighteen now.
I can’t stop her or kidnap her as I did before.
the day when Tally went from being my daughter to being the future mother of my children.
“You don’t have a momma, but you can be one.”

“Little girls have pussies and daddies have cocks, and when two people love each other very much they play with each other’s cocks and pussies.”
“Gonna fill these tits up with milk one day baby” he mutters.
“M-milk? How will you do that daddy”
“Gonna breed you nice and tight. Start a family. Won’t that be nice huh? You don’t have a momma, but you can be one”

The park was empty, except for the birds chirping.
They better not be looking at my fucking girl.
I bang my head against the wall, craving the rush of adrenaline that spikes in my body. I bang my head again, and this time I punch myself.
He moans as he rains kisses down to my neck until he reaches my tits, and licks up some of the milk around my leaking nipples.
“Daddy!” I giggle as he keeps on sucking. “I haven’t breastfed in so long, how did you make my milk come back?”
“Your tits knew I needed my favourite meal back”


“You don’t have a momma, but you can be one”
“You don’t have a momma, but you can be one”

🎵It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
At tea time, everybody agrees
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero🎵
~Anti Hero by Taylor Swift
