It was a Friday night, and I, like my students, had decided to celebrate Spring Break. I'd had a little too much to drink last evening, went to bed, and was in the middle of a vivid and erotic dream involving my graduate assistant, when it was interrupted by loud knocking. I stumbled to the front door, my pants still tented from my dream. I opened the door, only to be confronted by my eighteen year old daughter, Trina.
"Daddy!" she said jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, trapping my still rigid cock tight against her jean clad pussy. "Can I crash here? Please? That bitch kicked me out!"
"Trina baby!" I replied, my hands cupping her ass, trying to maintain my balance, " If 'that bitch' refers to your mother, you need to watch what you say. It's two o'clock in the morning. We'll talk at breakfast. You know where the guest room is." I let her down and she looked at my tented boxers and smiled as she sauntered down the hall.
Just then the phone rang. I picked it up, and answered. It was my ex-wife screaming up a storm. I calmly said, "Yes, she's here. It's late! I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye!" I hung up and went to my room.
Just as I was drifting off, the door opened and Trina stepped in, wearing one of my old shirts. "Daddy? Can I sleep in here with you? Please? It's been a horrible night and I don't want to be alone"
Not thrilled with the idea, but not wanting to argue, I agreed, rolling over to make room.
"Thank you Daddy." she said as she slid under the covers. I started to drift back to sleep, when she whispered, "Daddy? Can you give me a back rub? You know, like you did when I was a kid?"
I agreed. Rolling back over I closed my eyes and started rubbing circles on her back, starting between her shoulders and moving slowly down the middle. I could feel her relaxing as my hand reached the small of her back and I started rubbing higher. She rolled onto her back and my hand slid around her side and onto her small, but full breasts. As I was almost asleep myself, it didn't register at first, her shallow breathing and barely audible moans seeming natural. As my hand cupped her puffy nipple, I came awake with a start, apologizing profusely as I pulled my hand from her chest. "It's OK daddy. You don't have to stop. It feels kind of nice."
"Regardless, Trina. I'm your father, and that's not right." I said as I started to get out of bed.
"I'm sorry daddy. Please stay. I'll be good." she said rolling over on her side.
It took a while, but I finally got back to sleep. Both disturbed and aroused by the feel of my daughters breast in my hand, I wrestled with the feelings until exhaustion finally took over and I fell into a deep slumber. Deep enough for me to return to the erotic dream I was having before Trina showed up at my door.
The dream was even more vivid than before. Instead of me hovering over my graduate assistants prone, lush, and willing body, I was lying on my back as she slowly, sensually, brought me to full stiffness, showering my manhood with licks and kisses. It was so vivid, in fact, that I came, groaning, in her mouth. Or so I thought.
I awoke from the dream and saw my daughter, her head between my legs, licking the dregs of my orgasm from the tip of my deflating cock. Shocked, I tried to cover myself. She looked up and smiled, a drop of sperm forming at the corner of her mouth.
"So, who's Leah, Daddy?" She asked, matter of factly as she kissed the crown of my cock and dropped it to my belly.
"Jesus! Trina! What the fuck are you doing?" I barked, trying to tuck myself back into my boxers.
"You were having a dream, daddy! I just thought I'd help you out!" she said, rising to her hands and knees, her shirt open, breasts dangling invitingly.
"I'm your father, for Christ's sake! You can't be doing this kind of thing! It's...it's...just wrong!"
"That's not what your cock just said!" she answered, licking her lips clean of my seed. "So. Who's Leah?"
"She's my graduate assistant. Why do you ask?" I replied, trying not to stare at my daughters youthful beauty.
"You called out her name as you filled my mouth with your cum, daddy. You got the hots for her, or something?" She sat down on the bed, her breasts partially hidden by the shirt, but not enough to keep me from glancing at them before averting my eyes, feeling guilty.