My Daughter’s Moans

Story Excerpt

The walls in this house are thin, so thin, I hear everything. At first, it’s just her late-night podcasts, sultry voices slipping into my room uninvited. But soon the moans aren’t coming from the speakers, they belong to my sexy 19 year old daughter. I try to shut it out, but the sounds dig under my skin, winding me tight. One night, the power goes out, and we’re left in the dark together, breath syncing, space closing. What happens next shatters every rule I’ve set for myself. In this house, sound carries, and once you hear something you can’t forget, there’s no going back. When I take her, I don’t pull out, I finish deep inside, marking her as mine. Forever.