Chapter 2

Harry M. is a forty year old father deeply entrenched within the normal aspects of society. For fifteen years, he has worked as an aerospace worker in a suburb of San Francisco while, at the same time, trying to raise his daughter Melaine. These two full time jobs have left Harry much to himself, and far out of touch with new social patterns of behavior that have emerged upon the American scene in the past decade.

The irony of Harry's story revolves around the split that has developed between himself and his daughter, and between himself and the world around him. Isolated for forty hours a week in a sterile laboratory, Harry has lost touch with the world around him, and in seeking to protect his daughter, has also lost communication with her. It is Melaine who first sees the loneliness of her father, and the outright lack of sensuality which seems to motivate his entire life. She, in her manner of the new sexual morality seeks to rectify the situation without regard to the taboo which prohibits the sexual coupling between a man and his daughter.

To say that Harry was a victim in this story is carrying the word a little too far. After recording his statements, told to me over a period of two evenings, we both agreed that in fact there were no victims. The taboo of father/daughter incest obviously had some affect upon the man, but otherwise, he was able to view the actions of his daughter as ones motivated from love and sincerity rather than from any perverse sense of sexuality.

When this thing with Melaine happened, I felt like I had been reborn; that my eyes had been opened after being closed all of my life. I realized that I had been walking through most of my life in a hypnotic trance, really unaware of myself and of my own potential. I would have to say that she helped me, but I still feel strange about the manner in which everything took place.

The change really began sometime last summer. As usual, I was going to work everyday, doing experimental work with hydraulics, and then returning home to our little home outside San Francisco. As I look back on the situation now, I realize that I was virtually walking through everything with my eyes closed. I saw nothing. I still treated my daughter as if she were five years old instead of realizing that she was fifteen, with the body of a woman and the mind of a growing adult.

Until that summer, I had spent all of my spare time with Melaine-taking her to the zoo, the movies and to the beach. I had not sought any sexual relations with women because I felt that they would interfere with my daughter's upbringing. So, in essence, I was living solely for my work and for my daughter.

Then, one weekend in early July, I discovered that things had changed. I came home from work on a Friday evening, ready to spend the night with Melaine, when she appeared from her bedroom wearing a very low cut dress. She is a beautiful girl, with straight black hair and green eyes that shimmer wildly when she's excited or happy. Her body is long and lean, and her breasts are finely sculptured mounds that seemed to express themselves more in that moment than they had throughout the fifteen years I had raised her.

"Where are you going?" I asked her, startled at her appearance.

"On a date. We're going out to dinner then to a movie."

She had never really dated like this before. There had been friends and boys with whom she had gone to the beach and other places. "Who with?" I asked, trying to sound cool about the whole thing.

"Daddy," she said, sitting on my lap, "I'm a big girl now, I mean, I've got to learn about life and things."

I could feel her small, tight buttocks as she wriggled on my lap. She wore perfume, but the scent of her skin was even finer. As she talked with me, her white teeth shone brightly from behind her smooth, full lips. She had become an incredibly beautiful girl.

"Alright, Melaine, just be careful!" She kissed me on the cheeks, then she did a very strange thing. Instead of pulling her warm mouth away, she ran her tongue across my cheek, then licked my lips smoothly and finally kissed me full on the mouth.

"I will, daddy. And why don't you go have some fun. After all, there are a lot of women who would enjoy your company...."

That kind of talk stirred me. I became excited and threw her off in a joking manner before she could become aware of the hardness underneath her ass. "I will, baby, don't worry about it."

She laughed as she ran from the room to answer the front door. The boy was tall and skinny, and looked nervous. I envied the bastard, and realized with a sense of relief that Melaine did not really like him.

I sat in that chair for a full hour after she left with her date. The kiss she had given me was not the kind of kiss a daughter gives her father. Then, the words which she spoke, the attempt on her part to get me out and with a woman were all beating into my brain. The feel and smell of her young, firm body near mine did not help matters either. I realized that it had been one Hell of a long time since I had been with a woman.

San Francisco is a town dotted with all kinds of places where a man can find a woman. There are massage parlours, nude studios and bars, and prostitutes walking the streets throughout the city. I decided that I had better go there on that night, have myself a woman and try to relieve the thoughts and images that were plaguing my mind.

The first place I went to was a nude bar. Inside, there was a stage with a blonde wriggling her ass all over the place. She was naked and had huge, firm tits. They looked kind of phony to me and I remembered about silicone. When she went up, the tits seemed to go up directly with her, there was no lag.

But it had been a long time since I had last seen a naked woman. Before I could order my drink, my prick was hard and throbbing. I don't think I had had an erection for months, and now I was really straight and hard.

"What would you like, sir?" She was a topless barmaid. Her breasts were small and pointed, and I suddenly thought of Melaine.

I ordered a scotch and water. She smiled at me and I waited for my drink, wondering when I would be able to walk again. I watched the dancer some more, and then decided that I would really enjoy a massage.

I found a small parlour right around the corner from the bar. Inside the tiny front office, a tall, raven -haired beauty sat behind the desk. She smiled at me, her brown eyes shining with mischief.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'd like a massage...."

"We have," she said, standing behind the desk and revealing her toga-clad body that seemed to bust right out of the material, "twenty dollar massages. That would be for an hour. Then, we have our special ... for forty dollars."

She waited. "And what is that?" I finally asked. There must have been some small legal problem with the forty dollar massage that forced the customer into asking himself.

"Well," she said, lowering her eyes as though she were a virgin revealing herself to a man for the first time, "for forty dollars you get one hour with one of our young ladies. You will be naked and so will she."

"I'll take it!" I said, watching her eyes as she glided them over my body. I handed her the money and she led me down a hallway to a small room. Inside, there was a medical table with a small dresser in the corner.

"Remove your clothes, I'll be back in a second."

I undressed and lay down on the table. My prick was still hard, and I wondered if I would ever be soft again. I decided to roll over onto my belly so that she wouldn't be hit with my bulging cock the moment she walked in, but I was too late.

"No need for that...." She stood in the doorway. The toga fell from her shoulders, then across her hips and finally to the floor. Her body was incredible, like a Greek statue. Her bony shoulders moved gracefully down into her large, melon shaped breasts. Each tit was topped with a smooth, pink bud ... and the nipples were already hard and pointed. Her belly was like glass, it was so smooth. And then her long legs led to the triangle down below where her glistening pubic hair was sparse, like in a small girl's, and revealed the pink slit that ran up between. I had never seen a more beautiful woman.

"Are you alright?" She asked, pushing me back flat on the table and beginning to rub my boiling skin.

"Yes...." But I was shaking with excitement. Watching her move above me, her breasts dangling there with her belly right near my face was really getting to me.

"My name is Kim...."

"I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you."

Then we both fell silent. Her hand moved deliciously over my body. She rubbed my chest, then followed the center of my body down to my pubis, then gracefully touched the tip of my cock and moved away again.

I couldn't stand it too much longer and decided that I would have to make my move. I brought my hand up behind her leg and massaged the back of her thighs. She moved herself towards me, arching her belly outwards a little and making her crack more visible.

"Mr. H!" She said, spreading her thighs as I brought my hand up between them, "you're being a bad little boy!"

"Yes ... I always was a bad shit!" This made her laugh. I felt the heat between her legs, and I finally reached her mound, rode my fingers along her wet, warm crack. She was big, a real fucker who had been around.

Kim lifted her leg and rested her knee on the edge of the table. Her mound was in full view from behind. I reached underneath, and entered her with my finger. She moaned softly as I began stroking the warm interior of her vagina.

"Oh yesssss, baby...." She whispered.

Then she leaned down across my belly. Her breasts rested on my balls and she moved them around in circles over my throbbing cock and nuts. Then she took her breasts and squeezed them around my penis. She began moving them back and forth along my length, creating for me an artificial cunt the likes of which I had never seen.

"You're big and nice." She said, smiling at me. I could see that she was turned on. Her pupils were enlarged and her lips wet and shiny.

"Put your mouth to it." She stopped smiling. I rested my hand inside her cunt, waiting.

"It will cost."

"How much?" I was willing to spend anything to have that warm, lush mouth wrapped around my prick.

"Forty...."

"Okay...."

"I've got to have the money before."

I pulled my hand out from between her long legs. I pulled the money from my wallet and she took it in silence.

"Okay," she said after putting the forty dollars in a small purse she kept inside her toga, "sit down...."

I sat on the edge of the table with my legs dangling over the edge. She stood between my knees and gently moved them apart.

"You want to watch?"

"Yes." I thought it would be fun to watch her blow me. She leaned down between my legs and began kissing the inside of my thighs. I stroked her back, feeling her strong muscles moving firmly beneath my hands as she worked her way ever closer.

When she reached my sex, she took my penis and held it upright. She kissed the inside of my thighs, then blew warm air onto one of my sacs. Then, she took my ball into her mouth and sucked gently on it. Her tongue seemed to work as a separate entity as she stroked the soft skin there and continued to whistle the air through her large lips.

After taking each of my balls into her mouth, Kim then flicked her tongue up and down the length of my prick. She followed the ridge on the underside, and when she reached the head she let her tongue roam around the circumference.

Before taking me inside her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled. "Oh yeah," she moaned, and I knew that she was enjoying herself, "I love it...." And then she parted her lips and took my length into her mouth. Her tongue was working quickly as she rode up and down it, sucking hard and pulling from me those juices that had been bottled up for so long inside.

"I'm cuming!" I wanted to warn her because it felt like a time bomb was inside that was ready to explode. She raised her eyes, but kept her mouth around me. I grinned. She obviously liked it, I had heard about women who really enjoyed taking cum into their mouths, and she was apparently one of them.

As I began throbbing and spurting in her mouth, Kim reached around me and pulled me even closer into her. Her mouth worked frantically along my prick, trying to stay with me as I throbbed and shot my stuff down her throat. When I had finally finished, she licked me off, enjoying taking everything that I had.

"That was incredible!" I said as I was pulling on my pants.

"It was a long time for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes," I answered, not feeling funny because I hadn't been with a woman for some time.

"You should get yourself more," Kim said, pulling her toga up over her melon breasts, "someone should take you and make you into a lover."

"How about you?" I didn't know what I was asking, had forgotten that she was a pro.

"Sorry." she said, suddenly turning cold as though she were afraid of going any further than a customer/professional relationship. "I don't think you could afford me."

She winked and walked out the door, I really liked her and would have taken her home with me if I could have. Then I thought about Melaine, wondered what she was doing during those fantastic minutes when Kim had been sucking me off. The idea that maybe Melaine was doing the same thing to that boy she had gone out with made me at once angry and envious.

I went home that night and had trouble falling asleep. The image of Kim, bending over me with her mouth around my penis kept flooding my mind. I wanted everything now, wanted more sex and really began to wonder what I had been doing with myself for the last fifteen years. All of that time I had been without a woman, and now the idea of being without female companionship even for this night was appalling. I finally got to sleep after drinking almost a fifth of bourbon. It was more of a knockout than sleep, but at least I wasn't turning and twisting thinking about Kim and that Grecian body of hers.

The next week, during the working days, things began changing again. In work, I found some relief from my own frustration, and even began to take some notice of the cute little redhead named Jean who worked in the file room next to my lab. But after leaving the job, and returning home, I found it very difficult to speak with my own daughter. The irritation that I was feeling was infecting every part of my life. It grew worse on a Tuesday of that week, and I decided to take the rest of the day off.

As I drove home through the warm sunshine, I thought about taking Melaine to the beach. We could drive down the coast, lay around on the sand and then have dinner in Monterey. I knew that she would enjoy it because she always liked those spontaneous holidays.

I called out to Melaine when I walked in through the front door, but she was nowhere to be found. I walked upstairs to her bedroom and then looked in mine. She was gone. She had not been expecting me, so there was no reason to believe that she should have been around waiting.

I mixed myself a drink and sat down to read the paper. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement in the swimming pool. I peered through the curtains, not sure of what I would find out there, and saw my daughter.

Melaine was swimming back and forth across the length of the pool. Beneath the cool, shimmering water, she was stark naked. I couldn't see all of her from where I stood, but whenever she reached one end, she would stand and then dive back in the other direction. Her small, pear shaped breasts were shining with the water rolling down across her pink, buds.

As I watched her, I felt ashamed. I knew that the sight of her naked body was turning me on, and that was something which was terribly wrong. But she was so beautiful, so fragile and so graceful in the nude that I couldn't tear my eyes away. When she finally emerged from the water, I was then able to see her entire naked body.

She walked across the patio, lay down on the lounge chair and threw her legs wide apart. Her pubic hair was sparse, and her little pink crack plainly visible as the sun reflected lazily off her shiny skin. Her mound was perfectly formed at the vortex of her thighs, creating a perfect little triangle that seemed to blend beautifully with the rest of her. Her long lean legs, her flat young belly all added up to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. As I stood there gazing at this most remarkable sight, the telephone rang.

I was able to pick up the receiver on the first ring, so Melaine never heard it.

"Hello?"

"Is this Harry M.?"

"Why yes," I replied, recognizing the voice of Mary Sue who lived next door. I hadn't seen or spoken with her for months, but as I remembered her, she was a petite little blonde with almost a boyish figure.

"Mr. M.," She screamed, obviously irritated about something, "did you know that your little girl is wandering around in the open air without a stitchof clothing?"

"She does have the pool...."

"Don't be funny, sir, this kind of thing is illegal!"

I knew that it wasn't illegal. And I told Mary Sue that. Then, to my surprise, she demanded that I come to her house for what she called 'a serious discussion of this problem.

I had not known a problem existed. But I went next door to the split level home anyway. There was something almost ludicrous about the whole thing, something which I knew to be true but could not really put my hands on.

Mary Sue wore a white blouse and black slacks when she answered the door. She looked more like a member of an evening cocktail party than an outraged citizen who was protesting the fact that Melaine was swimming in the nude.

"This kind of thing is happening all over the country, Mr. M., and I think it should be stopped!"

I asked her what she was talking about. She offered me a drink and went on to explain that the morals of the country were folding. That everyone was running around naked having sex. She said that she was grateful that there were still people like herself and me who really understood the need for some kind of control.

I resented being classified in that niche, and I told her so. Then, a thought occurred to me. I didn't want to be labeled or drawn into her own little uptight way of life, I decided to try and end our little association as quickly as possible. The only way that could be accomplished was through an immediate attack on the poor woman.

"Miss Mary Sue," I said, in my best David Niven voice, "I think there are problems here that you fail to grasp. It would be advisable if you allowed yourself the advantage of seeing this whole situation from another perspective...."

I had her going. She was already on her third drink and was getting pretty well polluted. Her eyebrows seemed frozen into a puzzled frown, and I knew that I was confusing her.

"You have limited yourself...." I walked up to her and gazed down at her small body. She was actually very pretty, and I could see where she could be very sexy if she relaxed her mouth and allowed her body to gain some sense of itself.

"Mr. M.!"

She was shocked when I took her into my arms and kissed her. Her tight little mouth held fast like stone, but then something amazing happened. She relaxed.

Her lips parted and our tongues met halfway and did battle until finally I drove her back into her own mouth. I pushed myself up against her, and grabbed one cheek of her ass and squeezed.

"My God!" She breathed, her voice now mellow and low, "I haven't kissed like that in years!"

I felt her hand coming up between my legs. "Oh wow!" she moaned when she held my cock. She moved it back and forth beneath my pants, fingering my balls and getting in her feels everywhere.

I unbuttoned her blouse. She tensed up as I removed the fabric from her and then pulled the small bra down across her little, apple shaped breasts. She was almost flat, and most of her breast was nipple. Still, when I leaned down and suckled the small, hard buds, they tasted as sweet as any woman's.

"Oh, easy ... please, easy...."

She was struggling with my zipper, and when she finally pulled it open, she began jacking me off like crazy. Her hand moved up and down quickly, she was going to pull me off before I even had a chance to get myself together.

"Go slow!"

"Okay ... sorry...."

It had been a long time for her. She did not feel the movements as a woman does when she has been getting it with some amount of consistency. She began pulling on me now more slowly, and her even strokes began to emulate how I would pump into her when the time for that came.

"Just a minute...." She pulled away from me, naked from the waist up. With trembling fingers, she unsnapped her button and pulled her slacks over her slim hips. I was surprised to see that she did not wear underwear.

When she was naked, she dropped her hands down across her blonde cunt and turned her toes inwards as though she could suck her little mound back up inside her belly.

"Do you like me?" She asked, raising her eyes to mine. Her pupils were large and her blue eyes watery. Suddenly, she had become a beautiful woman instead of a cranky housewife.

"Yes, I do."

"Take off your clothes ... "

I pulled my clothing apart and when I was naked she walked the two feet between us and rubbed her belly up against my prick. Then she took my rod and pushed the head between her thighs. After spreading her legs, she managed to squeeze the tip in between her lips.

"Oh God, that feels nice. So nice to have some thing there!"

I pulled her ass in tightly and she responded by throwing her leg up and around my back. Now, her cunt was wide open, ready to be entered. We both struggled until finally I felt myself slide up between her soft, warm lips and into her vagina. She held onto me tightly as I began pushing in and out.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me...." She was moaning, there were even tears flowing down her cheeks.

I pulled out because I was losing my balance and without a word, we went into the bedroom.

The room was as sterile as my lab. Obviously, she kept the place immaculate. But the room showed no signs of life. Everything was in its place, and the bed seemed to be made of stone.

"Do you ever sleep with your husband?" I asked, realizing why she was like she was.

"No ... not in five months. Sometimes," she continued, laying down on the bed, "in good years we do it maybe three or four times."

I held myself above her naked body. She was almost totally flat when she was lying down. Her bush of blonde hair was the only part of her that really stood up. But she was sexy, sexy because she really wanted it.

"Please...." She moaned, tiring of me standing above her and just looking. But it had been such a long time since I had had a woman, and I wanted to prolong the moment.

As I leaned down between her legs, she spread herself to greet me. She lifted her legs and held them around my back, pulling me tightly into her. I fumbled with her hole, finally found it and entered her.

She cried out as I went in inch by inch. Her vagina was tight, unused and on the verge of extinction. I began pumping very slowly, feeling her entire body loosen and become mine as we started driving into each other.

"Now ... now ... ooooh ...." She was moaning like crazy. I felt her shudder beneath me, raise her pelvis in one last frantic plunge and then she came. I poured myself into her, feeling my juices being drained, those energies that seemed to just now be needing release.

When we had finished, and were laying side by side on the bed, Mary Sue began talking.

"Sometimes," she started, staring up at the ceiling, "sometimes it's got to happen. I mean, we have to put ourselves out, break all the rules. I guess you could say maybe it's for survival. I wanted you the moment you came here, and I understood at that moment why I had made the call. I hope you realize now that I really didn't mind seeing your little girl swimming naked."

I thought of Melaine sitting out by the pool in the nude and I was excited again. "No, I understand."

"Good, I felt kind of silly about the whole thing...."

When she saw that I was hard, she leaned down across my belly and held my cock gently.

"I love it when it's hard. I love it...." And then she took it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the edges then slid her lips all the way down to the base. When I came, she swallowed everything, and I think she came at the same moment also. It was a new day for both of us.

By the time I got back to my own house, Melaine was dressed and sitting in the living room watching T.V. She looked sparkling clean, fresh as spring and more beautiful than I had ever seen her.

"Hi, daddy!" She got up from her chair, ran over and kissed me on the cheek. She did not wear a bra underneath her tee shirt, and her melon shaped breasts bobbed and weaved as she ran.

"Let's go away for a few days...." She jumped at the idea. I had suddenly felt the need to get out of town, away from my job and away from the changes that were taking place. I had a few days vacation coming to me, so there would be no great loss if just Melaine and I went down the coast together.

"Are you sure you want to come?" I thought that perhaps she had a date or something.

"Yes, daddy, of course I am!"

In another hour, we were on the road down towards Monterey. I had called up and made reservations in a small motel for two in separate, adjoining rooms. Just driving along the coast with her next to me already made me feel better, as though I was still on some road that had begun only a short time before.

"You know," Melaine said after a long silence, "you look better than I've seen you look in a long time. How come?"

"I don't really know," I replied, feeling her young eyes on me, "I guess things are just getting better."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

I detected a note of worry in her voice. There was the same sweet smile, but behind it lay a mind that was seeking answers. "No, I don't."

"Oh."

And then she slid across the seat right next to me. She moved her legs up against mine and threw her arms around my neck.

"Well, now you do! I'll be your girlfriend!"

And then she put her mouth to my ear and blew warm air into it. Her tongue flicked at the hole there and a shiver went through me that felt like an electric shock.

"Melaine, what the Hell are you doing!!?"

I was half angry and half loving it. She was so sweet and open, so impulsive. I was already erect and wondering if the whole trip might not be some kind of disaster.

"I'm your girlfriend, daddy, I can do whatever I want!"

And then she ran her tongue around and around inside my ear. She seemed well practiced, she really knew what she was doing.

"Melaine," I said finally, not wanting this to stop but knowing that it must, "not that way!"

"Why not?"

She pulled away and seemed hurt. She put her hands between her thighs and stared at the car floor.

"Because, you're my daughter! You can't behave that way with your own father!"

"They do it in other countries. They love their fathers there and they show it. Why can't I?"

"Because this isn't another country! We don't do things like that here. We can't!"

"That's too bad...."

I hadn't realized what kind of a girl she had become. Her ideas, her way of looking at things was much different than mine. When the magazines and newspapers spoke of the younger generation, I had never paid them much attention. I had always thought each generation was pretty much the same. But I was beginning to see that I had been wrong. This new generation, these kids growing up were seeking new rules. They were going on pure feeling without analytical thought or without the old mores. It was astonishing, yet, at the same time, it gave me a thrill. Just to think that possibly there was another way, another manner in which people could behave with each other was the best thought I had come across in years. I suddenly began laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked, thinking that I was laughing at her. "It's nothing."

"It's got to be something!" She was hurt and angry because I had refused her advances.

"Listen, you just did something that I wasn't ready for, that's all."

"You mean that honestly?" She was smiling again.

"Yes," I said, feeling her warmth return and watching her loosen up again.

"Groovy!" And then she moved up next to me again. This time, she rested her hand high on my thigh so that when she dangled her fingers she was actually touching the lower part of my balls. "Touch my breasts...."

"What!?"

Melaine did not speak again. Instead, she raised her tee shirt above her head and threw it off. She sat there next to me, her breasts shining in the afternoon sun, smiling like a mischievious and delectable child.

"Touch them!"

She took my hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her breast. The nipple rose between my finger as I felt her soft warm flesh rise and fall with her increased breathing.

"That feels nice. Is there anything wrong with this?"

I couldn't answer her. The feel of her full breast was so stimulating to me that I could barely keep the damn car on the road. When she mover her hand higher up between my thighs, I thought I would drive into a ditch.

"I've always wanted to do this ... you know, touch you. I remember when I was a little girl I used to sneak in and watch you taking a shower. Your penis looked so huge and long then, but there was something safe about it. I really wanted to touch you then, to play with you like we did when we went to the beach or to the park...."

Her head was on my shoulder. I played with her nipple and she rubbed my groin. There was a crooked little smile on her face. She seemed more at peace with herself than I had ever seen her. The moment was totally beautiful.

"Let me." I had flinched when she tried for my zipper. But finally I relaxed as she fumbled with it and finally drew it down across my prick. In a moment, she was holding my erect penis in her shaking hands. Her eyes were wide open as she gazed at it.

"It's beautiful! Oh daddy ... !! !"And then she bent down onto my lap. I felt her little mouth open and accept the bulk of my prick inside. Her mouth was so sweet it was almost unbearable. Her tongue was warm and wicked, moving about like a little snake over my heated flesh.

Every movement, every motion that Melaine made seemed to come from a free and wildly sensual intelligence. There were no abrupt movements, everything came from a grace that I had not known since my youth. There was no guilt, no explanations and no panic. Everything was as naturally beautiful as the golden trees along the coast.

I didn't want to come inside her mouth so I pulled her head away from me.

"Still hung up with that soiled routine, eh?" She had read my actions, knew the reason behind my sudden movements.

"I guess I am...."

"Well," she smiled, holding my penis in her hand, "let's do it the other way ... okay?"

"Okay!"

As her hand glided smoothly up and down my prick, my daughter kissed me lightly on the lips. Her hair was fine and silken and her small breasts pushed gently against my chest. I had never known a girl to feel so good or lovely before.

"Just let it come, daddy ... all of it...." She was whispering into my ear as I began ejaculating into her hand. She rode with my orgasm as though she had beat me off a hundred times before. Her rhythm was excellent, and she managed to make the last few moments more than just a dying off period.

After we had both dressed, she leaned against the door of the car and smiled. "Now, what the Hell was wrong with all that?"

"You're still my daughter...."

"That made it even better!"

When we got to the motel, we both ran into our rooms. I was beginning to get confused about everything. The moment, the reality of her next to me was something which I could not deny as being the most desirable thing in my life. But the fact that she was my daughter, that what I was engaging in with her was something that society despised. I realized that my own self-image, my own sense of moral righteousness would never be the same. I had committed the ultimate sin, and I had enjoyed it. I wondered with a feverish mind whether the fact that I had enjoyed my own daughter in that way made me a healthier human being or a worse sinner.

"Hello daddy...."

Melaine stood in the doorway which led into her room. She was naked and did not bother to cover herself like Mary Sue had. Instead, one leg was thrown out a little ways, and her pink lips were plainly visible beneath the fine hair of her pubis. I had never seen a more beautiful woman before in my life. I suddenly understood the magic which painters saw in the young female body. The soft lines that were firm yet barely negligible. The smooth skin was without marking of the flesh that appear on older women. The complete grace which they seemed to possess, a grace untouched by hard living.

"Are you just going to look? I know you can do more than that!"

She plopped herself down on my lap. There was no feeling of modesty over her own nudity. She was as comfortable in the nude as she was when she was dressed.

"This is going to be the greatest vacation ever! Could we go out on a boat tomorrow?"

I told her we could. There was no sense of the dramatic in her. She was sitting naked on my lap, her small buttocks wedged firmly against my groin, and she still had the naturalness and lack of drama to speak about our vacation.

"Get undressed daddy, and we'll make love...." She said it simply and without simplications. She watched me from the bed as I struggled out of my clothes. She was laying on her stomach with her chin resting on her arms. She looked like a small, helpless animal who knew how to have fun and was really anticipating the joy she would receive. There was none of the dread that had been evident with Mary Sue.

"You're pretty good-looking for an old man!"

"I'm not old, damn you!" She giggled as I pretended to slap her on the fanny. She rolled over and arched herself up to my hand as I brought it down again. Her cunt was wet, and the small firm lips protruded out from between her slender thighs.

"Come on daddy...." She held her arms out to me and raised her legs. I fell between them and she slid her feet up around my back. She reached down to my prick and held it a moment, then guided it in between her pearly gates. When I was all the way inside, she stopped moving.

"Let's just enjoy the feeling of being this close, okay?"

I knew what she meant. There was that incredible feeling of having known someone as one thing, then turning around and discovering an entirely new side. Finally, though, she began pushing herself up against me. And soon, our bellies were slapping hard against one anothers! She was obviously not a virgin, and she came easily after a very short period of time. When I came, she drew her legs together and held my penis inside her vagina. She looked serene and complete, like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Did you like it?" She asked after a while. "I loved it...." And she smiled and went to sleep.

Our weekend was spent making love all of the time. And when we returned home, I knew that it was all over. There was a change inside Melaine that was apparent. We would never make love in our own home, and we would never make love again.

One night, shortly after our vacation, she came into the living room carrying a duffle bag. She explained that she was going away because she had completed herself with me. She said that society would never allow us to continue like we were and that she would have to seek other men. I understood what she said and we parted.

I realized after she had left that she had opened a door to me that had been closed for a long time. As for her, I think I gave her a much needed love, a kind of love that turned her into a complete woman.

SUMMARY

The positive notes in this case must be taken into consideration when analyzing the conditions under which incest took place. The fact that there was no need of advancement or even promotion of the idea from Harry gives evidence that the motivation for the act came from his daughter. In fact, Melaine in a strange way led Harry through a series of sexual changes that might be classified as sexual growth.

Harry had resigned himself to a life filled with work and dedication to his only child. This existence deprived him of the human contact which is needed by all mankind.

Melaine grew up in a generation which prized human warmth and sexual expression. Her freedom, and sense of life within others allowed her to develop and seek the same thing in her own father. Her actions, then, might be considered under the light of love rather than as a sexually perverted act.

Obviously, the young girl was aware of her own libido to the extent that she could recall her own feelings as a child when she saw her father's penis. This enchantment is common within elements of Freudian analysis. But instead of repressing this desire, Melaine acted it out in reality. In so doing, she lent a new height of sensuality to her father's existence-one that resulted in a more fulfilled life for him later on.

Harry now faces the problem of working out in his own mind a means by which he can accept the relationship that existed between himself and his daughter. But instead of becoming an extreme and non-moving moralist, he has taken this worry and transformed it into a desire to know more about and fully understand the complex and often strange workings of human sexuality.