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Somebody needs a spanking...

The readers have spoken! Mama's Boys was such a great success that I decided to bring you four new taboo shorts, this time featuring daddies and their very naughty daughters! This incestuous anthology is 29,000 words and is available on Smashwords tonight - and, from now to September, you can buy it for 25% off!

Here are the summaries for the stories inside:

  • Daddy, Will You Stretch Me? Nick's daughter has an uncomfortable problem. After an emergency trip to the hospital, the family is informed that Natalie has a severe form of vaginismus. Her vagina cramps up at the slightest touch! The cure is simple, the doctor says. Natalie just needs to have sex with a large enough partner to stretch her virgin muscles. Nick is shocked when his wife suggests that he be the one to stretch Natalie! 
  • Keep Dreaming, Daddy... Home from college and feeling frisky, Tilly wants to seduce her daddy. He's so big, so thick, and she's desperate to ride him like a cowgirl! Daddy will never agree to her incestuous craving, of course. It's just too wrong! But maybe Tilly can get away with her taboo desire if she convinces daddy he's dreaming. After all, she's done it once before...
  • The Taste of a Real Man - Rachel is not having a good year. She's overweight, out of a job, and her husband just divorced her for some twenty-something granola girl. There's nothing left for her to do but move back in with her papa until she gets back on her feet. At first she's pleasantly surprised by how supportive he is, but her affection quickly becomes arousal when her father shows her how a real man fights his battles.
  • My Father's Whore - Stephanie is a high-class escort working in the city. It seems like a crazy coincidence that her father would hire her for the evening, but Stephanie knows better. Her daddy just wants to teach her a lesson. He'll pretend to be her date, maybe even take her up to his hotel room, but it's all just to make her change her career. He's not going to actually touch her. He's certainly not going to fondle her. And he's absolutely not going to tell her to get on the bed and call him "sir." ...Is he?

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From "Daddy, Will You Stretch Me?":

The last thing Nick expected to find when he got home was his daughter at the kitchen table. At least not awake. She wasn't exactly clear-eyed (he could tell that she'd been crying) but she was alert. Nick guessed that she'd been off for meds for several hours. He quickly dropped his gear in the foyer and pulled up a chair beside her. "Hey, Natty. Feelin' okay?" he asked.

Natalie was wearing the same gray hoodie she'd been wearing all week, her tan thighs gripped tight by her cut-off jeans. She gazed up at him with the most exhausted expression, her little lips puckered in misery. "I just wanted to see if I was better," she said. "Like, maybe it would fix itself?"

Nick slid the hood off her lank hair and caressed her temple. The girl probably hadn't showered in days but she was still beautiful. Her skin was soft and smooth, her thin eyebrows like wheat in spring. Watching her beauty crumple against this utter despair was intolerable to him. 

Nick gently kissed her forehead. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

"It hurts," she sighed. "It's like I have lockjaw...down there. Like it's mad at me and gritting its teeth. What did I do?"

"Nothing, baby." He scooped up her hands. "This isn't your fault."

"Daddy," she sobbed. Hot tears drenched her lips as she pushed into her father's arms. "It hurts," she moaned. "What is wrong with me? Why is this happening?” 

He wrapped her up in his big bear arms and squeezed with all his might. "Mmph," she huffed into his chest. She inhaled deeply, loving the familiar, manly smell of him. He didn't wear cologne except on special occasions, so his scent was aftershave and Old Spice mingled with the light sweat from a long day on the job. As he crushed her to his body, his palms pushed against the tight muscles in her back. "That," she groaned. "I wish I could do that...down there."  

"Well," her father said, clearly uncomfortable with the topic, "the doctor said there were things you can do. I suppose I--or your mother, really--could get you some toys?"

She shook her head into his chest. "Oh, daddy. It's so embarrassing!" 

"But it's not permanent," he promised her. He squeezed her again, and she moaned into his chest. "It's like physical therapy. We can fix it, if you stick with it."

"But it hurts now!" she whined. She sounded like a child but she didn't care. She wanted to be doted on. She wanted him to squeeze her and make her better. 

Nick did what he could. He picked her up and sat her on his lap, like he used to do when she was younger, and let her lay her head on his shoulder. His big palm made calming circles in her back. With a thumb, he brushed the tears off one cheek. With his lips, he kissed the sticky trails they left on her skin. As he moved to the other cheek, she turned and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, kissed his salty lips. 

At first it was just the chaste kiss of a daughter...but then she moaned, and opened her mouth. Nick hadn't been kissed like that in what felt like years. His first instinct was to squeeze her to his chest and kiss her back, this time even deeper. "Have you thought about it?" she asked huskily. "About what mom said?" Natalie wiggled in her daddy's lap.

Nick grunted. "Nat," he sighed. "We promised we weren't going to talk about that."

Wth drowsy eyes and open lips, Natalie pouted at her father. "But I've been thinking," she whispered. Her tight thighs rolled over his penis and sent naughty ripples up his spine. His daughter was so young, so beautiful--and her disorder was so obscene. The thought of her tight, nervous pussy wrapped around his lonely cock... 

"Absolutely not," he growled.

But his penis throbbed and Natalie felt it. "What if we tried it just once?" she offered. "If it's terrible..."

"I'm your father," he moaned.

"I know," she moaned back, but with very different intent. There was a desperation in her, a passionate hunger that dragged her voice down into her throat. Natalie pushed her breasts into her father's chest. "Daddy, I'm so tight. I don't want to go to the hospital again."

"I don't want that either, baby."

She kissed his quivering chin. "I need your help," she said. Natalie gazed up at him with her darling blue eyes. How many years had those eyes looked to him for safety, for comfort, for love, for approval? Never before had they gazed up at him as he sucked her tender tongue. Never before had she spread her fingers over his chest with such nervous, forbidden need. Never before had he felt the woman she'd become. She pressed her body into his and he couldn't help imagining her perky 19-year-old tits. 

"You need my help?" he murmured.

"Yes, daddy," she whimpered. As the button of her shorts clinked against the button in his jeans to signify her illicit intention, he couldn't help thinking that he needed help too. Jackie was right, he'd suffered.

Natalie's lips were puffy from crying, but so pink and kissable. He really couldn't help himself. Rough fingers curled over her cheeks and brought her in for another passionate kiss. "Daddy," she moaned into his mouth. "Will you stretch me?"

His penis throbbed between her legs. "Oh God," he groaned. 

"Right now," she demanded. "Right here in the kitchen. Mom's not home."

"We have to tell her," he said.

"Later," she groaned. "I just want you all to myself, right now. Will you help me?"

"It really hurts, baby?"

"It's like a muscle I can't unknot," she whimpered. 

"Okay," he murmured. "Okay." Gently, his thumb and forefinger took the zipper of her gray hoodie and pulled it down. Natalie held her breath as her father slowly unwrapped her like a present. The zipper opened over her cleavage and skated down to her quivering bellybutton. The flaps of the hoodie slithered off her hips.

Nick’s mouth began to water. His daughter's young breasts were finally revealed to him. They swelled against her black bra like pale dumplings, soft and full. They weren't as big as her mother's but they were utterly devoid of blemishes or stretch marks. Nick laid his palms over their jiggling tops with unrestrained desire. "Oh, honey," he said. 

Natalie vibrated in her father’s lap. Paul had touched her when they were fooling around but he was always so hasty. Nick's thumbs spread over her clavicle like an explorer caressing a treasure map. When his finger slid around her naked back to touch the plastic clasp of her bra, he first asked permission. "May I?" She quickly nodded. 

Still the explorer, Nick parted his daughter's long tresses like thick jungle vegetation. Her pink nipples emerged from the spandex cups, thick and pointed with arousal. He gently slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra free, then cupped his daughter's flawless breasts in both palms. He weighed them like bags of precious jewels. He squeezed her, and she whimpered like a newborn kitten. "Y-you act like you've never seen boobs before," she whispered.

"Not like yours, baby," he said. "Not in a very long time." He pulled her left breast to his lips and sucked the perky nipple into his mouth. 

"D-daddy!" she sighed, as his teeth clamped onto the stiffening bud.

"Did I hurt you?" 

"No!" she moaned back. "No, it's...good?" As he licked the top of her pale tit, she clenched her fists. "T-take my shorts off," she huffed.

The seconds were like hours as they rose together to make her naked. Just as she pulled her lace panties over her hips, his thick fingers landed on her rump and made her dance in place. "I don't know why I'm so nervous," she gasped. Her painful need had become a horny desperation. This wasn't just about help anymore, it was about the way he touched her. The cruel mixture of pleasure and pain in her tight vagina made her sigh in frustration. "It's like a cramp," she said.