The early morning sun was coming through the shades of our small motel room. The satisfied hangover of total sexual release left me so languid and lazy that I didn't even want to open my eyes.
I could smell the perfume of her body and hear her soft, even breathing. My face was nestled closely against her bare back, her soft hair tossed over mine, my hand draped over her small, firm tit under the sheet. As my fingers moved idly over her boobs and across her nipples, she sighed in contentment and cuddled closer. "Like halves of a grapefruit," I mused, and then froze in terror.
It wasn't just a wet dream? Had I really come off in my daughter's mouth? Did I really fuck her? My feeling of horror increased. In the darkness of night, had I really fucked my own sweet little Cupcake, my own twenty-four-year-old daughter? My laziness turned into ice-cold sweat.
I'm a senior barrister and my daughter is a law student. She's a bit of a rebel and a bit of a swot, and she was eager to get back to campus, friends and books after her holidays. After our day-long drive she was up for some late-night cable television on the room's big-screen TV, but I was exhausted. By sheer willpower I stayed up with her until ten, then gave her a good-night peck on the cheek and pulled the sheet over my head. I think I was asleep before my head hit the cheap, overstuffed motel pillow.
I don't know what time it was but I remember dreaming about the sensation of smooth, sensitive feminine hands, a wet tongue, and then hot lips around my erect cock. My body was responding all by itself. It was far more vivid than any wet dream that I ever experienced before. It didn't take long before I exploded, my body pumping out stream after stream of hot cum.
I dreamed I heard a soft swallowing sound and then of a warm, nude female body sliding into bed next to me.
In my dream, I reached out to her and she responded eagerly. I passed my hands over her breasts, so small and firm, over her body, tall, thin, fit and lanky, just like my daughter's. I moved my hand down to her thin brush, and across the lips of her incredibly wet pussy. I was hard again, and I dreamed I pressed my erect cock against her leg.
All in a dream, I rubbed my index finger against my dream-lover's rock-hard clit, and she almost immediately began to spasm in orgasmic pleasure. Driven by instinct and pure animal lust, I rolled over onto my hands and knees, put my face to her pussy, and furiously licked her clit while she continued to moan and spasm.
"Fuck me now!" my dream lover whispered.
In my dreams, I plunged my aching cock up to the hilt into her hot pussy. We fucked and fucked like animals until we exploded together. She gasped and softly moaned, "I'm cumming!" and shook again in total orgasm, just as my cock throbbed, emptying more shots of hot semen into my imaginary lover's waiting womb.
I think the sheer intensity of pleasure knocked me out cold. I don't remember anything else until I woke up with the morning light. I was holding my own pretty young twenty-something daughter's bronze body naked in my arms! Damn! How did she get in the bed? What the hell had I done? How would I apologize? Would she ever speak to me again? Would I be disbarred? Would she file charges against me? Oh, shit, shit, shit!
Slowly and languidly, my sweet little girl, totally naked, rolled over to face me under the sheets and planted a warm kiss directly on my lips. Definitely not a daughterly kiss. A lover's kiss. "Good morning, Daddy!" she whispered softly and amorously in my ear. Cold with fear, I pulled my hands away from her and shrank back from her warm body.
"I'm so sorry, Cupcake. It just happened. Please forgive me. I couldn't help it!" I whispered to her, not daring to meet her eyes.
"Forgive you for what?" she asked. "For last night? Daddy, it was nothing. At long last we finally fucked. And I loved it!" She cuddled against me and planted another kiss on my lips, even slower and more sensual. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I know I'm not supposed to use that kind of language in your presence. But the fact is that you and I had sexual intercourse last night right here in this bed. You were sort of out of it, but you were still awesome, and we went all the way. We did the nasty. It was so fine!"
"But baby, how could it happen?" I pleaded. "I thought it was a wet dream!"
"Daddy," she told me, "Last semester in Classics, we read the legend of Myrrha and Cyniras, all about how this young girl has a torrid sexual affair with her own dad, it was so cool! You should read it! It always stuck in my mind and since then I've always hoped I could do something like that that with you."
She smiled and brushed a butterfly kiss on my lips. Then she continued, "In Criminal Law they're making us do case studies based on Gerber's Rule: "In close enough quarters, any normal man and woman will always become intimate." In jurisprudence it's something that a lawyer doesn't even have to prove, something that's automatically accepted by all parties as a given, absent proof to the contrary."
"Ooof," I said. "Lawyer-noises!"
"And then," she said with a grin, "after all that, last night after you fell asleep I was watching this incredibly sexy movie on the triple-X channel. It was about this petite little eighteen-year-old Korean kid and her hot American step-dad. They were stuck for a weekend a motel room with only one bed. It was super explicit. I wish you could have stayed up so we could cuddle up and watch it together."
"Oh Daddy, I watched every moment of it. By the end of the movie I was unbelievably horny, uh, you know, down there, and my whole body, was really sexually aroused, especially my, ah, genitals; my clitoris and my vagina. I needed to do something, anything, Daddy."
My daughter sighed, and went on. "You were fast asleep an arm's length away. We were all alone, so close to each other. After I turned off the TV I couldn't hear anything except your breathing. I could smell your man-smell and in the moonlight through the curtain I saw your giant erection sticking up under the sheet."
"Daddy, I have needs too," my daughter whispered, "and I just couldn't fight them any longer. Nature took its course, and we mated. Gerber's Rule. We were two mammals in heat, that's all. No big deal. It was something we just needed to do, Daddy. I think you needed it pretty badly too, didn't you?"
"That's not the point," I told her. "Baby, you're my little daughter and I'm your own father. No big deal? That was incest! I could go to prison for what I did!" I buried my face in the pillow.
"Daddy, I'm a woman and you're a man. Totally a man. To you I'll always be your little girl, but we're grownups now," she whispered. "Back when I ran Track and Field, you know how many girls on the track team told me about sexual stuff they did with their dads or their brothers? At least half of them. Some of them even bragged about it! And those are only the ones who admitted it. The other half were lesbians, and a bunch of them told me how they had played sexually with their mom or their sisters."
"Have you ever thought about it, Daddy?" she asked me. "How many people in the world will have some kind of sex today? Two billion? Four billion? And of those thousands of millions, how many dads will be pumping between their daughters' legs, just like you did with me? Hundreds! I bet it's thousands, or tens of thousands!"
"Daddy, How many respectable professional moms, right here in this city, do you suppose are driving to work at this moment with a smile on their faces and their own son's cum, sorry, semen, in their bodies? How many brothers are up early together, locked in their rooms? What do you think they're planning to do?"
She smiled even more broadly and whispered, "How many sisters are starting the day right now with their hands down each other's pyjamas? Why do you think my sister Jillian and I always lock our bedroom door in the morning when we're both home at the same time?"
