She screams

Your daughter starts to scream, whether in fright or horror, you know not. You don't wait around to find out, either. You instantly jump away, slamming the door shut behind you, and run over to your bedroom and close the door. "I ought to have my head examined," you think, and sit down on your bed. Your blood is pounding in your ears, and your cock is still rock hard from the recent sight. You sit on your bed, trying to calm yourself down, so that you can go back and apologize. You know you can't go back with the monster erection you have right now, and you doubt she would want you coming back right now, anyway. The sight of your daughter's perfect body has filled you with lust, and you feel the inexplicable and overpowering need to fuck. You head to your closet and pull out some porn magazines, but nothing seems quite right, and instead of being able to focus on the tits and asses in front of you, you keep thinking about the untanned skin of your daughter's breasts and crotch. You dig a little

deeper down in your sock drawer, and find a porn DVD that you recently purchased that has an actress on it that looks like your daughter. You know you should be ashamed of it, but the first time you saw this DVD it turned you on so thoroughly that you almost blacked out as you masturbated to it. There is something about the danger in it, the fact that it's wrong, that turns you on. You throw in the DVD, and start a scene where a man forces your daughter-lookalike to give him a blowjob so violent she vomits before it's through. The fact that the woman in the video looks like your daughter turns you on; the fact that you can imagine yourself fucking your daughter's face almost makes you lose it before you've even placed a hand on your cock. You drop the remote on the floor, drop your pants to your angles, and lay back on your bed, stroking yourself as the video plays out. You imagine your daughter below you, **** on you, and whisper her name out loud to stengthen the image.