My father was very distant when I was younger. I did everything to please him, but I didn't even get a pat on the head. I started to think there was something wrong with me that kept my father from loving me. He even insisted that I call him "Father" and not "Daddy".

Then I found my father's homemade porno collection, hidden in the workroom where I was forbidden to go. The videos were all the same - Dad in what I recognized as the fishing cabin, and he'd bring in a woman with small breasts and long brown hair - like me but I didn't have breasts yet - and he'd pay her money - usually a couple of hundred dollars. Then he'd strip her and tie her up and screw her and put clothespins on her nipples and drip wax on her. And she would always call him daddy and he would call her by my name.

When Daddy got home, I left the tapes on his bed. He scolded me for going in his room and I was angry and scolded him for paying girls to do those things. I told him I loved him and he could do those things to me. I even took off my top and put a clothespin on my nipple. He shouted at that and made me stop - then he got on his knees and tried to kiss it and make it better. When he realized what he was doing he tried to stop but I held his head to me and told him I loved him.

Daddy made me pack up and we told Mom we were going to the fishing cabin for the weekend. And he did to me all the things that he had done to those whores. He had been afraid of his feelings for me so he kept his distance. But I wanted his love so much I let him do what he wanted, and I even enjoyed it because I knew my Daddy loved me.

We're still doing it on a regular basis after ten years. I love my Daddy and he loves me and once a month or more we go someplace and he ties me up and molests me and gives me little pains that make me cum hard and he fucks me like he does no one else. It's more common now that I've moved out to my own place.

Yes it's sick. Who cares? We love each other.