I sent this to you and you didn’t like it. People always say that no matter what, your parents will support your art. But ironically, that isn’t true when it comes to incestuous erotica. If you’ve got a boyfriend and don’t want this stuff any more, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it?

It is a Norman Rockwell scene.

Father sits on his chair in the living room, reading the paper.

Daughter passes through, on her way to bed.

“Heading to bed, darling?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl, be sure to give Daddy a kiss first.”

She is wearing a soft pink nightie. It is rather formless and falls just past her knees.

He sets his paper on his lap as she approaches.

When she’s at arm’s length, he reaches out to hold her by the hips.

He holds her in place and looks her up and down.

“What do you see, Daddy?”

“Just my beautiful baby girl, that’s all!” he replies jovially.

She smiles and tries to push towards him, leaning in for the kiss.

But he pushes her back and holds her firm.

She pauses dutifully but looks puzzled.

His hands run up and down her hips.

“Why, sweetheart, are you not wearing any underwear!?”

“…No, daddy.”

“Why not!?”

She giggles and shakes a little from side to side.

“Hmm?” her father inquires as he pinches her tush and smiles warmly.

“Well, Daddy, I just don’t like wearing underwear when I go to sleep, that’s all.”

There’s a pause that’s not entirely comfortable.

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

He grabs her wrists as she pulls back.

“Now, now, sweetie, give your daddy a real kiss, like you usually do.”

She smiles.

“Daddy deserves a real kiss, or you’ll deserve a spanking!” he jeers as he smacks her ass.

She gives a cute little shout, giggles, and leans in again.

They kiss on the lips and hold it there.

Her tongue enters his mouth, and his into hers.

The newspaper rises slightly.

She places a hand on his chest.

His hands are on her shoulders.

The kiss goes on.

“Okay, pumpkin, good night to my favorite girl in the whole world.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

She walks away but pauses at the stairwell.


“Yes, sweetie?”

“I have a question. Well, it’s sort of a question.”

“Of course, what do you need?”

“It’s about why I don’t wear underwear to bed anymore. Is that okay?”

“Yes, sweetie. You can tell Daddy anything, you know that.”


“Really, sweetie: anything.”

“After we kiss, sometimes I get wet. In my privates I mean. But I swear it’s not pee, Daddy, I swear.”

“And what does that have to do with your underwear, darling?”

“Well, Daddy, it’s just that it gets really wet down there, with this stuff that’s not pee, I mean. If I’m wearing underwear…it doesn’t always feel very good. Like it feels uncomfortable, like wearing a wet swimsuit for too long after I get out of the pool.”

“That’s fine, sweetie, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Okay, Daddy. But Daddy, what is it, since it’s not pee?”

“Well, how about you come over here and we take a look?”

“Are you sure, Daddy? You know I’m talking about my private parts, right?”

“It’s okay, sweetie, I’m your daddy. This sort of thing is what daddies are here for. Really, I can take a look and we can figure this out together.”

She scuttles over to his chair and lifts up her nightie.

Her lips are parted slightly, and the smell of her wetness starts to fill the room.

“My my, Daddy’s little girl sure is beautiful. I sure am proud of having such a beautiful daughter.”

“Oh, thank you, Daddy! It’s okay that I don’t have any hair down there the way Mommy does?”

“Now, how do you know that Mommy has hair down there, huh? Have you been spying on Mommy?”

She blushes and then buries her face in her wadded up nightie.


“Well, Daddy, well…can you keep a secret, Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie, daddies are the best at keeping secrets.”

“Okay. Mommy one time told me not to ‘get any ideas’ until there was hair on my private parts, and I didn’t know what she meant, so she showed me the hair on hers. She let me touch her hair to make sure it was real, too.”

He chuckles a little and says, “Yes, sweetie, your private parts are perfect the way they are. You don’t need any hair on them at all.”

“Will I get hair, Daddy? When will it come?”

“One thing at a time, sweetie! Let’s take a look at that wet stuff.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says as she scoots closer to him, the bottom half of her nightie still bunched up in her hands and held up at her bust.

“Can you spread your legs for me?”

She does, face still half-covered in nightie.

He reaches out with his right hand and pets her between her thighs. He pulls his hand away a few inches and the light from the nearby lamp betrays the new sheen.

“See, Daddy? That’s the wet stuff.”

He sucks one finger thoughtfully.


“No need to fuss, sweetie. It tastes fine. Suck one of my other fingers and you’ll see.”

Her eyes widen, but she obliges.


She smacks her lips.

“I’ve never tasted anything like that before, Daddy, have you?”

“Are you still worried about this stuff? This wetness?”

“I don’t know, I guess not.”

“It stops pretty soon before you go to bed, right?”

“Yeah, usually.”

“And it doesn’t hurt or anything like that?”


“Then I think there’s nothing to worry about. Just keep on not wearing underwear when you go to bed. I think that’s all there is to it.”

“Okay, daddy.”

She smiles and he does the same.

She lets her nightie drop back down to her legs.


“Yes, sweetie?”

“What did Mommy mean when she said ‘get any ideas?’ I didn’t understand it, but it seemed important.”

“That’s a little tougher to explain, sweetie. Why don’t you sit on Daddy’s lap and I’ll see if I can help you understand.”

She plops onto his lap and looks up at him innocently.

“How did it feel when I was touching your wet stuff?”

She thinks about it.

“I’m not sure, you didn’t do it for very long.”

“Well, how did it feel for the short time I was doing it?”

“I don’t know if this is how it should be, Daddy, but I thought it felt a little good. I know they’re my private parts, but it felt tingly.”

“Honesty is always the best policy, sweetie, like I taught you. And now is a good example of why: that’s the right answer. It should feel at least a little good and a little tingly when I do that.”


“Yes, sweetie. That’s a special kind of thing that grown-ups do sometimes. When mommy said ‘ideas,’ she was talking about ideas about nice feeling grown-up things like that.”


“Yes, sweetie, trust me. I know your mother very well. And your mommy just wanted to tell you to wait until you’re older to think about and do those things: and when you get older, you’ll have hair on your private parts. Mommy thinks that’s when you should start.”

“Oh well, don’t feel bad, Daddy, it was okay that we did that nice thing, because I do get hair on my private parts sometimes!”

He looks at her suspiciously.

“Where did that hair go, sweetie?”

“Well. Well, can I tell you another secret, Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie, of course. Tell Daddy all the secrets you need to.”

“It’s because another girl at school, during gym class, she saw my hair and she told me to cut it off. She even showed me how. Was that right, Daddy? I really wasn’t sure. Mommy made it seem like hair would be good, but this girl told me it was really, really bad. I didn’t want that girl to tell everyone about it, so I cut it off even though I thought Mommy might be mad if she learned I did that. But anyway, that means that the nice thing you did was nice and okay, because according to Mommy, I am old enough for it.”

“Darling, you’ve had a lot to think about lately! Has all this been making you fret?”

“A little.”

“How about another big kiss from Daddy? You’re doing great and your daddy is just so proud of you for handling all this big girl stuff and for being so honest with Daddy. Sweetie should get another kiss.”

She looks up and kisses him.

The two make out, her arms wrapped around his neck, his fingers digging into her hip bones.

This goes on for several minutes.

She pulls away.



“I’m all wet again.”

“I know, sweetie, that’s perfectly natural. I thought I could smell it!”

She blushes but doesn’t look away.

“Can you touch me in that tingly way again, Daddy? Since I’m old enough?”

“Sure thing, sweetie. How about you just wriggle out of your nightie for me?”

She does and looks up at him expectantly.

“Now give Daddy a kiss.”

The pair make out some more, and his hand drifts between her legs.

He starts to finger her. Her slight breasts shake.

She pulls away again, just a bit. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. That feels so good, Daddy.”

The making out continues.

She climaxes quickly.

He looks at her seriously.

“Now this is a secret you have to keep for Daddy.”

“Of course, Daddy! What is it!?”

“This. You have to keep this a secret, what we did. No telling Mommy. No telling girls in gym class. Just a secret between you and Daddy. Okay?”

“Okay, daddy, but will we get to do it again?”

“Yes, darling. But now off to bed with you. It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Yes, daddy, I’m sorry, daddy.”

She smiles sweetly and runs up the stairs to bed.

He sits there for a few minutes, then rises to step outside and smoke a cigarette.

When he’s done, he comes back inside and quietly goes up to her room.

There in the darkness, he looks at his youngest daughter and begins to masturbate.

He reaches climax quickly too, and steps nearer to her bed.

Leaning over slightly, he cums on his daughter’s sleeping face.

He hears the pitter-patter of the cum hitting her soft cheeks in the dark and revels in it.

When he’s done, he lingers, looking at his cum-drenched little cherub.

Then he walks back downstairs and into his own bedroom.

There, he undresses quietly and crawls into bed with his wife.

He kisses her on the cheek, and waits for the morning.


“Bedtime” is an excerpt from Richard Power’s new memoir, Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert. You can purchase the book from Terror House Press here.