What they didn’t knew was that my daughter was moving with me. She told people that she had a job offering in a town far away. A well payed one. And that there was nothing left here in her hometown that gave her a reason to stay. And that bad memories of the past were hunting her too. Again, people accepted her saying.
In our new hometown, my daughter and I weren’t father and daughter anymore. We were a married couple. I gave her my ex wife’s wedding ring — no she didn’t got to keep it after our divorce, the ring was running in my family for generations — and I might have found someone that fixed the paper work for us. We now where officially married. We fucking loved it. We were finally free.
Now, about two years after my divorce, two years after my life got smashed into pieces, everything is fine, we — my 34 year old daughter, sorry wife and 60 year old me — are looking forward to the day that our first kid gets born. Yes, I knocked her up a few months ago. A dad successfully planted his seed into his daughters belly. The doctors say that the kid will be perfectly fine. No genetic errors, no sickness, nothing was found. We visited the best specialists on that field that money can buy.
And yes, pregnant sex is awesome. My wife is constantly horny. Her hormones are going wild. We fuck all day long. And, wait, her car is coming up the driveway to our new home. My new wife, my daughter, she is back from a shopping trip. She was out buying some clothes for her and the baby. Now she is back. And she for sure will cure my hard one. The hard one I got while writing those lines. All the best to you, I have to leave. I have to fuck.