Snuggled up close to Dad after just having had him make love to me, we both drifted off to sleep. It felt so comfortable laying next to him, secure in knowing that I was safe with my father around - just like when I was a little girl. But now that we had crossed the line between father & daughter to lovers, there was an additional, different feeling.
I awoke the next morning before Dad (or so I thought) and snuggled closer to him, my hands caressing his body. As I ran my fingers lightly over his body, I took the time to really look at him and marveled at how well he must have taken care of himself - he was in very good shape for a man his age, indeed, I have known younger men that were not in his shape. As my fingers were running through his chest hairs, I started to get excited about being so close to him.....and let my fingers run lightly over his nipples, teasing just a little. I lay my head down on his chest and began a slow journey with my fingers to his stomach and hips. As I moved my hand lower, I felt his cock....semi-erect and wondered if he was dreaming (of me?) or if I had caused this stirring. Either way, I decided to satisfy my urges.