Ashley slowly opened the door to her father's room and called out to him, but he didn't answer. She smiled. He never did. He was such a sound sleeper that he never woke up. Which is good, because as much as she wanted him to, she was glad he didn't. That way she could keep doing what she loved. She glanced at the clock on his bed side table and smiled. It was 4:21. She had been 18 for a whole minute.
She walked into the room, the moonlight shining in through the window lighting the way as well as her naked body. She hadn't worn any form of pajamas since she was 12 years old, around the time she realized her breasts were getting bigger and that it felt really good when she rubbed herself between her legs. That was six years ago, and in that time she had grown into a beautiful woman. All the boys in school wanted to go out with her, and who could blame them. She was very attractive, with shoulder length blond hair, and a beautiful smile. But her best features were her breasts. They weren't as big as a couple of the girl's in school, but at 32C, they were quite nice, and she wore cloths that showed them off, as well as the rest of her 5'8", 110 lb figure.
She reached the bed and looked down at her sleeping father. He looked so handsome. She felt sorry for him. Mom had died when she was 10, and he hadn't so much as gone on a date since. She asked him why he didn't date, and he simply said that he didn't want to yet. That he wasn't over her mother yet. She hoped he would get over her death soon. She was glad that he still missed her, but he had to be miserable with just her in his life. She had tried to set him up on a few dates, which hadn't been hard since he was tall-6'2"-and a muscular 235lbs, but they never worked. He worked out a couple of times a week, and it showed, even when he had his shirt on. And at only 42 years old, there was plenty of time left to find someone new.
She slowly pulled back the covers, the moonlight revealing his naked body. She had found out that he slept in the nude a few years back when she had woken him up on Father's day with breakfast in bed. It was a bit awkward, but since then she had dreamed about her father, her perfect man. She slowly ran her hand across his chest, over his abs, until it reached its target. With a smile she wrapped her hand around his semi-hard cock.
No matter how many times she had done this, it always seemed to be like that when she started, and she couldn't help but wonder if it ever went completely soft. She smiled as she slowly stroked it, sliding her hand up and down. Feeling it get harder and thicker in her hand as she watched. She loved to feel her daddy's cock grow in her hand as she slowly rubbed him.