Vince woke up late in the morning on Saturday, on the couch in the basement... naked. He had a small blanket that partly covered him, but nothing more. He was surprised and sat up quickly. The last thing he remembered was watching the movie with Em. As much as he tried, he couldn't remember anything else... except the dream he had. And that now dominated his thoughts.
He grabbed his t-shirt and sweatpants and put them on. His cock grew more erect the more he thought about the dream. On one hand, it seemed like only yesterday that he was with his wife, Penny. But, on the other hand, it seemed so long ago that he was even touched by a woman. When she died two years ago, he swore to himself that he wouldn't date anyone. He didn't think the disruptions dating would cause would be good for Em. She was a growing woman who needed stability in her life.
And now, two years later, he was starting to have wet dreams about his deceased wife. That dream was so vivid! He was touching her... and she was touching him. It felt so real! God! It felt so good! He looked up the stairs to verify that the door to the basement was closed and sat on the couch again. His cock was throbbing and he knew he had to do something about it.
He pulled down his sweatpants, sliding them over his erection. He grabbed the shaft and stroked it, while closing his eyes. He remembered Penny stroking it in his dream. It was his birthday and she always gave him a blowjob on his birthday. He remembered her sucking on him, driving him crazy. And then he remembered her sitting in his lap and riding him. God, that felt incredible! And his cock responded to the memory now, quickly growing harder and harder as he stroked it. The head was getting so swollen and red, ready to burst. He remembered that, in his dream, his budding teenage daughter was upstairs in her bedroom, knowing nothing of what her parents were doing. If she ever caught them doing this, he'd be so embarrassed... and he knew she'd be scarred for life.
He was breathing hard. His body was on fire! His need was so intense. And then his cock did burst, much faster than he had anticipated, spewing cum onto his chest and stomach. He groaned louder than he wanted as his hand kept stroking, kept pumping it out of him until it simply dribbled over his hand.
"Oh fuck," he moaned more softly, trying to get control of his breathing. He looked at his cum-covered hand and the mess on his chest and stomach wondering how he was going to clean up. Using his free hand, he pulled his t-shirt off and used it to wipe up his mess. He prayed Em wasn't up yet.
He tossed his t-shirt in the dirty-clothes bin by the washing machine and then went up to his room to grab a clean shirt. Luckily, Em wasn't to be found. He put on a fresh t-shirt then went downstairs to the kitchen. He needed coffee... bad.
As it was brewing he grabbed the morning paper, grabbed the sports section, and sat down at the table to read it.
"Good morning," Em said as she practically bounced into the room. What she was... or wasn't wearing caught his attention immediately. She was wearing a long night shirt... that really wasn't long enough any more... and panties. Pink panties. Pink, lacy panties. He knew he should say something, but... she was in her own house. And he was her dad. She was just being comfortable after waking up. Right?
"Um... good morning," he said, trying not to look at her.
Em poured both of them a cup of coffee and she set it on the table in front of him. Then she squirmed her way through his arms to sit sideways in his lap. He felt uncomfortable, but that was just his hormones talking, that was just his growing erection talking. This was his daughter. She should be allowed and should feel comfortable sitting in his lap. That his body responded sexually shouldn't be her problem at all. He tried to force his body to stop it... unsuccessfully.
"How are you this morning squirt?" he asked.
"I'm good," she said, smiling brightly. "I slept really well last night. How about you daddy? Did you sleep well?" She looked at him as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, um... I slept... well," he said, wondering just how to ask about last night. "I must have passed out last night. I was downstairs when I woke up. Was it... hot... down there or something?" He wondered how in the hell he could ask her why he was naked.
"It was warm down there, I think," she lied. "I remember you mumbled something about being too hot and you took your shirt off as I was going up to bed. I didn't even stay for the whole movie. You fell asleep halfway through it."
Em could feel his erection poking against her leg as she squirmed a little in his lap, pretending just to be getting comfortable. The feeling of his arousal got her excited, too. She wished there wasn't this barrier between them. She wished she could just drop down to her knees and suck on him. She wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, if he could smell her arousal. She wondered if that made him excited, too.
Every move Em made in his lap made Vince's cock more erect and uncomfortable. But there wasn't much he could do about it. The last thing he wanted to do was bring attention to it and gross Em out.
"Why do you ask?" she asked him, continuing to deceptively feel his erection by squirming in his lap.
"No... no reason," he said. "I just don't remember much about last night at all. I really slept hard."
"I could tell. You didn't respond when I said good night. What are you doing today, daddy?" she asked.
"Daddy?" he asked, surprised. There was something about that word... something buried in his memory that he couldn't quite remember. "Since when did you start calling me daddy?"
"I dunno... I guess I just started to," she said, giggling. She moved so that instead of being turned sideways to him, she faced away from him, forcing his cock to slide between the cheeks of her ass. And while that relieved some of the pressure, it certainly made other pressures come to bear.
Em's hips moved less but a little more deliberately, barely moving as his cock nestled firmly in the crack of her ass. It felt so strong... so swollen and desirable. And Vince's reaction was all the better. She could almost feel him pushing up against her. She heard his breath catch in his throat, could hear his desire just by his breathing.
"I'm uh... uh... I'm working a little from home today," he mumbled, so embarrassed that his body was reacting this way.
"I'm not doing anything today," she said softly. "Wanna go to the lake with me?"
He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up and off him, unable to bear any more torture. He couldn't understand why she kept moving, why she was so uncomfortable in his lap, but her moving like that was going to embarrass him.
"Um... yeah... sure... I'll have to get cleaned up," he said, standing.
Em was leaning against the table, her forearms on the top, her ass thrust out behind her. She looked so sexy and Vince had to do a double-take in looking at her. One minute all he saw was an extremely sensual woman offering herself to him, offering her pussy... offering her ass. And the next, it was his innocent, little girl, not aware at all of what she was doing to him. All he could see was what a pervert he was to be even thinking about her like that.
Vince turned and walked away as Em smiled to herself. She was enjoying this game. And she knew she had three more pills left to use, if she wanted.
*****
It was about an hour later when Vince exited his bedroom. He was wearing his swim trunks and a t-shirt and had a towel over his shoulders. He was happy that he'd finally gotten his erection under control. In fact, most of the hour was simply spent trying to get it under control as perverted thoughts of Em kept creeping into his mind. He couldn't believe how perverted his thinking was.
Without thinking, he turned the doorknob and walked into Em's bedroom. "Alright honey, are you ready to go to the lake... whoa..." Em was standing by her closet door, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her most recent purchase, a tiger-striped bikini that accentuated her curves perfectly. The top was wide over the nipples, but left a lot of her breasts exposed otherwise. The bottom was a G-string, with strings running over her hips and down through the crack of her ass... only a small patch of material was form-fitted over her pussy.
"What is...? What are you wearing?" he continued in shock. How could she be even thinking about wearing something like that!
"What daddy?" she said almost innocently, looking down at herself. "I'm wearing my new bikini."
He shook his head. "You're not wearing that to the beach, honey," he said sternly.
"Why not?" she asked. "It's cute!" She adjusted her top at the side of her boob.
