It was still early morning as I snuck into daddy's room to give him his fathers’ day present. He lay there peacefully sleeping, snuggling with his pillow. I slipped off my sheer nightie as I slipped into the bed with daddy, the morning light barely breaking the horizon.
I snuggled against daddy's back, my arm around his chest. My father's nude body felt warm and comforting against my own naked skin. My fingers gently stroked the hair on his chest and then began a slow trail downwards towards my father's morning hard on. My fingers caressed it softly and gently, as I felt his breathing quicken. Emboldened by his response, I grasped it more firmly and stroked him in my hand, just like I had jerked off my boyfriend the night before. His breathing became deeper and his eyes fluttered open.
Still unsure how he'd react, I continued my stroking and offered a nervous "good morning daddy." His hips began to move, his cock fucking my little hand. He rolled over to face me.
"Good morning princess."
Laying there facing me, I continued to pleasure him with my hand, only now my love for my daddy made me kiss his sweet lips. It was wonderful, my father and I kissing as I slowly jerked him off. Then I felt his fingers in the folds of my pussy, exploring and teasing it. It was my turn to gasp. I was so aroused and so wet.
