Too Far Part 3

Its been so many generations, so many lives and so many, too many men, lovers and far too many husbands in my lifetimes for me to ever feel comfortable again. But i’m almost there. I’m currently inhabiting my mothers body on her wedding night, the night i’m conceived.

I can’t afford to mess this up.

You’d think having slept my way through successive generations of ancestors would build up a tolerance for this but despite how aroused my body feels, my mind still can’t get over the fact that my husband is my dad.

Oh shit, here he comes now. Time to look as seductive as possible. One more night and i’m free.


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