His daughter's love.

Swishing it around your mouth, you gargle the mouthwash loudly before spitting it out in the sink. Tonight's the most important night of your life, and you refuse to let it get ruined by anything, especially bad breath. Rinsing your mouth with water, you lean in close and pluck out an errant eyebrow before stepping back and looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror while reminiscing how you got here.

It all started when Daddy helped you move into your first apartment when you started college, and he had the privilege of sneaking you your "first" drink of high-proof ****. You let him believe that, because what he didn't know happened in Ashleigh's basement, wouldn't hurt him. You were actually surprised at how much of a light weight he was because when the bottle was half empty, he was thoroughly smashed whereas you were merely buzzed. And it was during the half-walk, half-carry trip to the spare bedroom he was using while you were getting settled in, that he blurted out that he loved you and wanted to have sex with you. You finished the rest of the bottle that night, and when the sun came up, you realized that you loved him too and that that must be the reason why you've never gone further than a kiss with any of your exes. You wanted to have your first time with him.

Fast forwarding to your birthday, it is now your turn to be wasted from all the shots you've had at the bar, celebrating your new ability to legally drink with all your girlfriends. Daddy picked you up in his car and you admit that your friends think that he's the DILF of all their masturbatory fantasies. He almost crashed the car when you told him that you've masturbated to him too, and its always the same scenario. The two of you in bed together, with him pumping the same juice he made you with, into your freshly broken in pussy.

Things escalated from that point. After confessing to each other when you were both sober, days and weeks flew by as you made plans, until everything fell into place. You graduated college. The divorce settlement came through. You and your father moved to a completely different state and changed your names, and now you're standing in your bathroom, debating whether to go with the white lace teddy, for the purity he's about to defile; or the red satin camisole, for insatiable whore you're about to become.