Harlequin romances had existed as far back as I could remember, long before I’d started stealing pages from the underwear and bathing suit sections of my mother’s old Sears catalogues and hiding them under my mattress. God, it was hot! I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. But neither could I deny how phenomenally thoughts of her pleasuring my cock had just made me cum! but she just looked so similar to Astrid I couldn’t help but let thoughts of the two of them merge in my mind, grunting and bucking my hips as I flooded a tissue with cum. She was my daughter! I read the whole thing with my hand on my cock, not trying to get off yet, just maintaining the thick, throbbing erection her words had given me. I’d been getting annoyed while watching porn, that was how it started. I started getting off to still images instead, just like I’d had to do back when I’d been a teenager, before internet porn
