I was sound asleep, and I knew it. The dream always came. I never get over it, and it never leaves my mind. I did my best to try and forget the events to follow never happened, but I dream about it every night. Every morning I wake up feeling anguish and guilt, but I can't seem to forget. So, when I'm asleep I let myself remember...
I walked in the front door of my two-story home. As is my routine, I put my briefcase down just inside the door and took off my shoes. As I'm bending over pulling off my shoes, I hear a banging coming from upstairs. I tense straining to hear more wondering what is going on. The banging continues, so I bound up the steps two at a time trying to keep my imagination from getting ahead of me. As I reach the top of the stairs, my senses quickly tell me the sound is coming from my 18 year old daughter's room. I take off my belt wondering if I will have to use it to defend myself, then I walk to her door.
Slowly and deftly I start opening the door, as the door opens I hear grunting noises. My mind starts to cloud, and I begin to question what I am in for. When the door is half way open, I put my head around the end. What I see makes me stop dead in my tracks. There in my daughter's room on her bed is my daughter. It takes a moment to register, but the banging is from the headboard to her bed hitting the wall, and there is my daughter with her butt facing me humping the large Winnie the Pooh bear I had bought her for Christmas. My little girl had Pooh on his back on her bed, and she had straddled his face and body and was humping for all she was worth. Then something registered. The groans I heard in her room were hers, my daughters'.
I stood there just inside her room with my head around the end of the door watching my daughter masturbate with the bear I had bought her. I couldn't move. I was stuck in time only aware of the steady banging of the headboard and the soft grunts coming from my daughter's throat.
As the fog in my brain began to recede, I realized her grunts are coming faster and heavier. I'm transfixed, unable to move in or out. I just stand there watching. Suddenly, without warning I hear my daughter scream. "Fuck, fuck me Daddy. I'm coming for you Daddy!" and then she moaned from the depths of her soul and fell forward. I heard little purrs coming from my little girl, and I knew she would be getting up soon or at least coming out of her orgasm high. I didn't want my daughter to know I was there, so I quietly pulled the door shut and walked down the hall to my bedroom.
When I closed my bedroom door, I tossed the belt on the bed and moved into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and walked back into the bedroom peeling off my polo shirt. I unzipped my pants and pulled them off, reached for my underwear and tried to pull those off too, but I met with some resistance. When I looked down, I saw the biggest hard on I had ever had. 'Oh shit" I thought, I was turned on by watching my daughter get off. I quickly finished getting undressed and jumped into the shower hoping it would go away but no such luck. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see and hear my daughter, and before I knew what I was doing my hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was jerking off while picturing my daughter masturbating along with me.
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Over the next few weeks I tried to forget about what I had seen and heard in my daughter's room that day. I tried to act as if nothing had changed, but in the night in my room I allowed myself to remember. The guilt always came, but it had been so long since I'd had any sex or any desire for sex. My wife died of cancer a year ago, and when I lost her, I had lost my sexual desires too. This new development had me in a quandary. I'd tried dating, but I'd never found myself responding to any of the women. Now, my daughter had brought back my sexual desires. I kept reminding myself that she wasn't my flesh and blood daughter, but I had raised her. I had adopted her. See, my wife was raped on her way home from a date. On our first date we fell in love. I know she isn't MY daughter, but I had raised her like she was, and I had never thought of her any differently, all of the sudden I found myself using that to assuage my guilt over fantasizing about her. The fantasies were always there in the back of my mind, and I was at a loss, what to do with them, until one day my daughter took it out of my hands.
I came home from work early one day, and I heard the familiar banging. I hadn't caught my daughter again, but I could never forget that sound. I knew that she was in her room and her headboard was hitting the wall. I felt my cock stirring in my pants, and I couldn't help but slowly go upstairs. I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted to hear and see her again. As I reached the top of the stairs, I stopped. I heard voices this time not just grunting. I heard my daughter's voice and a deeper voice. I walked over to her bedroom door, and I realized that it was a boy's voice. My anger and jealousy started to stir. How dare she bring a boy up to her room, but at the same time I felt my curiosities become aroused? Why was there a boy in her room? I put my ear up to her door, but I couldn't quite make out any words or sounds. I just heard two voices. So, I decided to take a chance and open the door. Grabbing a hold of the door knob I started to inch the door open.
Once again, as I opened the door, I could hear noises. This time though there were moans and purring sounds coming from my daughter, I couldn't help but store them in the back of my mind, so I could remember them for my fantasies. I took a step into her room, and tried to be as cautious as possible when putting my head around the door, but what I saw couldn't keep back my gasp of shock and the subsequent happenings.
