My daughter fantasies about me
I wake up with my mouth beyond dry. Almost to the point of gasping for air and swallowing your tongue as it is dry as well. I won’t say this happens every night, but several times a month. I sit up and look at the clock - 3:07AM. Very much tired, I stand up and try to get some moisture going in my mouth. I would have just gone to the master bath but my wife has this thing about glasses in the bathroom. You rinse your mouth out with them and they get all nasty and I don’t want to see that every morning. So I go to the bathroom down the hall - where glasses are allowed and only everyone that comes over gets to see that then. I don’t get it and probab;y never will. These are the thoughts rolling through my head as I stumble towards the door at 3 in the morning.
I walk into the hallway and quietly close the door behind me. I am slowly waking up as I move more. I see my daughter has left her desk light on again. This has been happening more of late. She is way past needing a night light and I am chalking it up to just being lazy. The door isn’t closed - just pushed to and leaving a small crack I see the light through. I look through the crack to make sure she isn’t up doing something. Holy Shit! Well she is up - at least awake and definitely doing something. I see her laying in bed, the long shirt she wears to bed pulled up over her breasts, legs spread fairly wide and her plunging her two middle fingers in and out of her pussy. I can hear her softly moaning and how wet she is. I feel my cock starting to get hard. I know I shouldn’t be watching this. Telling myself how this is wrong and I should just get my drink and go back to bed, and yet there I stand. I slide my hand into my boxers and feel my cock that is harder than before. Right at that moment I hear my daughter, “Fuck me daddy!”
What the Fuck?! Good thing I didn’t get that drink of water as I would have just sprayed it all over the wall as I worked to keep my cough quiet. I know I didn’t just hear that right? It must have been something else. I almost had myself convinced until I heard, “Harder daddy! Fuck me harder!!” Her fingers plunged into her wet slit, meeting the demand she just made. My cock is harder than it has been in years. I start stroking. Yes I know it is wrong but fuck! I see my daughter every day and I know she is technically a woman but I didn’t know what she looked like under her clothes. Kylie stood at 5’5”, like 125lbs, darker brown hair with highlights throughout, what has to be 36C breasts - which have always been my favorite size and is the same as her mom - dark nipples that are fairly large and looks as though she shaves as well. Overall my daughter is an attractive woman and thankfully takes after her mom in that regard. Having not seen my daughter undressed in quite some time this was definitely a shock.
I see Kylie really getting into this when she stuffs her fingers inside herself and I watch as she orgasms. FUCK! I could so blow my own load but I didn't want to risk her hearing me. I go to the bathroom and close the door. I stop rubbing my cock and get a glass of water. I am sweating, I can’t believe what I just saw. I have never had the thought that Kylie thought of me in any type of romantic capacity. I get the occasional hug from her - but that’s it. It’s not as though she is rubbing those perfect tits of hers against me or anything. It’s like on her way out and I get a hug and a bye dad. Maybe she saw this on some website and just wanted to see if it was something she found interesting. I was really reaching for straws here as the flip side of that was for real. Here’s the kicker, My wife has a training seminar next week. She is driving and staying there as it is just far enough to where you couldn’t realistically commute. She leaves Tuesday morning and gets back Friday evening. I really didn’t give it much of a thought until now. Yesterday I would have just been like, “Yeah, have fun and be safe driving honey”. Today I am wondering what the fuck happens when I am alone with Kylie?
I have spent far too much time thinking about this and am wide awake now. I drank my water and at least that was easily resolved. I make my way quietly down the hall and I see the light is now off in my daughter's room. As I walked past the door I heard her say,”Goodnight daddy”. It was faint like she was drifting off to sleep. Then I start thinking again. Did she do that on purpose for me? Did she know I was watching? Did she assume it was me in the hallway because she has heard the bathroom glass argument as well? I mean there are just the three of us so she had a 50/50 chance of guessing right. I finally start back down the hall wondering what I will do tomorrow morning or this weekend. And absolutely next week. I wonder if I could get time off for next week and go with her? I know it is short notice and my boss knows she is going as I have mentioned it before. So what would be my excuse now; I am trying to avoid my daughter that want’s me to fuck her? Oh sure I bet that happens all the time.
As I put my hand on the door knob I wonder what the chances are of me waking my wife up and sweet talking her into an early morning fuck? I know I would be thinking of Kylie lying there, under me, legs spread wide, ecstatic that dad is fucking her. I would cum in gallons and Megan, my wife,would be wondering what the inspiration was. Oh as if I could honestly answer that! Maybe I should tell her as she has different conversations with our daughter than I do and could have a better talk than I would since I would probably sit there with a huge hard on.. As I open the door I throw that idea out as well and tell myself to suck this up and keep quiet and fix it yourself. I climb in bed and snuggle up to her. My hand on the outside of her thigh. I slide it up over her ass and rest on her hip as I kiss the back of her neck. Nope - nothing.I should go to the bathroom and jack off real quick. But having a bit of morality now I tell myself it is wrong to jack off while thinking about your daughter regardless of all that has happened in the last hour.
I finally go to sleep and not long after the alarm goes off. I get up. Megan gets up and I even hear Kylie moving around. We all end up in the kitchen as we typically do - getting stuff together for breakfast and lunch before heading out. Kylie gives me a hug and a bye dad. Same as any other morning. Maybe I had a dream and none of this really ever happemed? As if. Luck like that doesn’t happen to me. If it did I would buy lottery tickets and be a millionaire. Then I could afford therapy for my daughter and myself. At least today is Friday and I have work to occupy most of the day with. Might even be able to come up with stuff to do on the weekend. I know next week is looming but I am not going to start sweating just yet. And who knows, maybe will come up with a fix for this over the weekend while doing other things? Always a possibility.