NB: The following story has themes of incest, non-consent s*x, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. This is purely for entertainment only.
Enjoy reading..
************
One day I was going though some of my mother's things. I'm twenty years old. I still live with my father. My mother died the day I was born. My father is well off financially. Anything I wanted he got for me. Our relationship was pretty normal. He's always supported anything I wanted to do.
It was a Sunday morning. I got bored so I went up in the attic. I noticed a chest in the corner. I haven't been up there much. It was the first time I noticed the chest.
When I opened it up I noticed it was full of my mother's things. Dad never really talked about her much. I know he really loved her and he still misses her. I c
