His first reaction was of course, shock. His daughter had always been his sweet little angel. As far as he knew she’d never even had a boyfriend. Yet as his eyes grazed over her long slender legs, and her wet, glistening pussy lips so exposed to him, he just froze on the spot. His cock hardened instantly in his boxers, showing a very obvious bulge, since that was the only thing he was wearing. All of this had happened in the space of a few seconds.
“Oh god I’m sorry! I was just… going to get some water and I heard…”
He mumbled awkwardly, and quickly closed the door. He walked back to his bedroom and lay in bed, waiting for his erection to subside. His thirst was completely forgotten as he just lay there contemplating what he’d just witnessed.
He was having trouble getting to sleep as impure, nasty thoughts of his teenage daughter crept into his mind, making him feel both guilty and aroused at the same time.
Her slender, sexy legs spread wide…
“She’s your daughter!” the voice at the back of his mind called out,
… her perfectly formed teenage breasts, with the nipples erect and pointing at him…
“Daughter, remember? Own flesh and blood! Incest!” the voice persisted, “.
…her tight, pink pussy leaking juices all over the mattress…
“She’s your daughter you sick fuck!”
His conscience battled his sexual thoughts for about an hour, until he started to feel sleepy and conceded to the dirty images, trying to ignore the fact that he was heavily related to his new object of desire. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a creak by the door.
A tiny slit of light spread across the carpet, getting wider and wider until suddenly it was gone, and there was a quiet *click*. Someone was in the room, and since his wife was next to him on the bed, there was only one person who it could be. He kept his eyes shut and breathed steadily as if he were asleep. He heard the delicate padding of his daughter’s footsteps, coming towards him. Then they stopped.
He was certain she was there, but risked a quick peek anyway. Sure enough, there was her silhouette in the dark, standing near the foot of the bed.
Except he could tell she was naked. Her perky boobs, with the outline of her nipples, could be seen clearly in the moonlight shining through the translucent curtains. It looked like the only thing she was wearing were her frilly black lacy panties her mother had bought her for her 16th.
She glanced in his direction and he quickly shut his eyes, holding his breath. He heard nothing for the next thirty seconds.
What was she doing?
That’s when he felt the sheets being pulled off his lower half. He always sleep in the nude, so now his legs and manhood were left exposed.
“No, this is wrong you have to stop her before this gets out of hand!” the little voice in the back of his head piped up suddenly.
He ignored it, as he felt my daughters nimble, delicate hands brush against his cock, which instantly hardened.
‘God this feels amazing,’ he thought.
She opened her mouth wider and started bobbing her head up and down, taking him in deeper each time until she was deep-throating him.
The voice inside his head had quieted down to a general murmur about what’s right and what isn’t. He just ignored it because right now his beautiful sixteen-year-old daughter was sucking his cock like a professional slut, and he was loving it. He felt the cum building up in his balls, and he couldn’t help but let out a little moan. She didn’t seem to notice, or if she did she must have assumed he was still asleep making those noises. Her long wet tongue caressed his cock head as she bobbed up and down furiously. He let out a loud moan – he was going to blow his load inside his own daughter’s mouth!
“Good morning, honey! Wake up. I’m making you breakfast!”
“Wha, huh?”
He slowly opened his eyes and winced as the strong sunlight flooded his eyes. His wife was standing next to the bed, an amused expression on her face.
“You were having a sex dream, baby! Don’t feel guilty, I’ve had them too. Matt LeBlanc could join us for a threesome any time,” she laughed.
He was still slightly disorientated. He’d been asleep this whole time? He smiled at his wife, “I was dreaming about you, my lovely,” he lied.
“Aw honey, you’re so sweet. Come downstairs when you’re ready, ok? And you might want to save that for later.” She winked and walked out the room.
He looked down and saw what she’d referred to. His cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum on the mattress. Now that he thought about it, he was actually super horny.
One glance at the clock on the bedside table and he jumped up in a panic, it was 08:30 already.
“I’m late for work!”
After showering and getting dressed, he got in his Aston Martin DBS and drove to work. He could hardly get anything done, as sick, twisted thoughts crept into his mind.
“She’s your daughter man, pull it together!” he told himself.
Yet, while he was sitting in his cubicle, a pressure started building in his pants.
By the end of the day, driving home, his trousers were tented with another hard-on, images of his daughter, with her hands plunging into her wet slit or caressing his cock, clouding his mind.