You just can't get the images out of your head, and soon imagination start taking over. It was such a long time ago you even considered doing this, and you're surprised about how good it feels as you reach down and gently stroke your growing member.
Pulling it free from the morning robe, you slowly start pumping it, allowing your imagination to run free. You're back in the kitchen, with Vicky... and she's bending over, leaning against the table... You're behind her, your hand caressing her firm, naked buttocks... Then you slide inside, thrusting your hips against that sweet behind, fucking your own daughter...!
You can't believe you're actually thinking like this, and you wish you didn't like it so much! But you do, you enjoy every moment as you masturbate to the thought of fucking her, your own daughter! You can almost hear her squeal in passion, and you imagine how she's calling your name, calling for daddy while her hips thumps against the kitchen table!
"Dad? Dad...?" A srange creaking noise pulls you out of the dream, and you look up hazily at the door.
There, at the doorstep, you see Vicky's silhouette portraited against the lamps in hallway as she steps into the room!
"Dad, are you awake...? I tried knocking, and calling for you, but..." her voice trails off, and you suddenly realize what you're doing!
Swearing to yourself, you manage to cover yourself with the robe, and sit up, getting your legs over the side of the bed.
"Dad...! I'm sorry...! i didn't mean to...!" she tries to explain to you. "I'm so sorry!"
"Me too..." you stammer. "I... I just... I'm sorry too...!"
An awkward silence follows, as both of you just stare at each other, then you hear Vicky start chuckling to herself.
"What's so funny...?" you ask her, but then barely manage to stifle a chuckle of your own as you feel the tension leave you.
Both of you laugh a little, then Vicky comes over and sits down on the bed beside you, putting a slender arm around your shoulder almost as if she's about to comfort a younger brother.
"It's okay, dad. I understand..." she smiles, even though you doubt she'd be quite as understanding if she had any idea what her touch does to some parts of you. "I'm just a little surprised..."
"Yeah... I know..." you tell her, trying to ignore the itching in your groin.
"I'm not sure you do." she says, suddenly serious. "I've been worried about you... You haven't met a woman for a long time you know..."
"Yeah..." you agree. "It just never felt right..."
"Okay... I just started to believe you were... you know... ill? I've just seen to many... chances pass you right by." she sighs a little. "But now I know you can still dream at least..."
She smiles, then thinks a little and looks at you, a bit worried again. "You didn't dream about... about mom, did you...?"
"No! No... I... I don't..." you mumble. "I like to think back at her, at all the good times... but not... not like that..."
"Okay." she smiles again. "Do you do it often then?"
"Heh... no..." you tell her, chuckling a little. "I doubt I've done it even once since... well..."
"Oh...?" that worried look appear in her face again. "I thought that... perhaps... but... but you're feeling better now...?"
"Umm... well... I guess..." you say, not quite sure what she's getting at.
"I mean... I thought that perhaps you did.... this... a bit more often... But..." she seem to concentrate, trying to figure something out. "But, if you haven't... why... why did you do it now?"
You just look back at her, grimacing as she's managed to pin down the one question that you don't want to answer.
"Dad...?"
"I... I don't think I want to tell you, actually..." you reply, trying to look away, but she just lean forward and capture your eyes with her own again.
"Dad, it's important. I really need to know. I don't want you to walk around like some kind of ghost any more! I want to know what you're thinking!"
You swallow hard, looking back into her eyes while shaking your head. "Vicky..."
"Just tell me." she says. "If it's someone real, I'd like to know. Someone you met recently...?" |