Curing my Daughter’s Baby Fever

Story Excerpt

I tried to fight it. I told myself I’d never see her that way. But when my daughter came to me one sultry night, her body ripe and begging, I couldn’t look away. She didn’t want a boy her own age. She didn’t want games. She wanted me, raw, bare, and deep. She wanted a baby, and only I could give it to her. Her whispers of breeding drove me over the edge, her needy body grinding against mine until I gave her exactly what she craved. Now I can’t stop. I can’t pull out. She wants me to fill her again and again, until her belly swells with my child. And God help me… I’ll give her one.