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 okay...? I tried knocking, and calling for you, but..." her voice trails off as you both realize what you're still doing...!
An awkward silence follows while you tuck your engorged memeber back into your robe, then Vicky start chuckling softly.
"What's so funny...?" you ask her, sitting up at the bedside, 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 think 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 just didn't think... I mean, we just talked about some pretty serious stuff... and now i find you like this... It never really crossed my mind that you were still doing stuff like this!" She laughs even more, and you can't help but join in.
"So... do you do this often...?" she suddenly asks jokingly, making you grimace as that was one question you'd prefer not to answer...
"Heh... no..." you tell her sincerely, chuckling a little. "I doubt I've done it even once since... well..."
"Oh...?" She frowns a little, watching you with an amused grin. "But... I mean... Did my words really set you off just like that?"
"Umm... well... I guess..." you say, not quite sure what else to say.
"Umm... okay..." she blushes a little. "Well... I guess I was hoping, after all, that you'd head right out to hunt girls... but now that I think of it... perhaps this was the more logical step, as a new start...?"
"Yeah... i guess." you reply, hoping she'll be understanding enough to leave you alone now...
"So..." she says, smiling as she looks up at you. "Care to tell me what you were thinking about?"
"I... I don't think I want to tell you, actually..." you tell her, a little shocked by her straightforwardness.
"Dad, it's important." she tells you, suddenly serious again, even though you can't really understand why your wet dreams would be important to her! "I really want to know dad... I've seen you walk around like some kind of ghost for years now. I really 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...?"
"Umm..." you start, feeling your mind go numb again. You just ain't a good lier. "Well... I... she..."
"Blonde, brunette? Tall, short? Was it someone at school, or did you just make someone up?" she goes on, grinning at you. |