Tony slid into bed next to his wife. Luckily, she didn't wake up and ask him what time it was. It was later than he usually allowed himself to stay up, but he had to search through the laundry room to find clothes that weren't soaked by his cum.
He lay in bed, next to his wife, the mother of his daughter, whom he had just climaxed over. The thoughts were like shotgun blasts through his brain, and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to fall asleep.
The image of his daughter's body was burned into his head. That tanned skin, those perfect breasts, that cute little belly button, and then he kept coming back to that birthmark on her breast. Maybe he was wrong. Perhaps it just resembled his daughter's birthmark. The thought passed through but didn't gain much traction and slid out again.
Would it be any better if he had just cum to the image of a stranger? He had shot a load before to plenty of images and videos on the computer, and didn't give it a second thought. He didn't know them and would never meet them. That's what porn was for.
This was different on many levels.
First, he knew this woman, even if it was only for a few weeks, and had only been through messages online. But, there was a connection there that wasn't there with some girl in a video.
Second, when he started to talk to her, he was only responding to a fan's message. He had never thought they would still be talking this many weeks later, or getting as comfortable as they had become. Was there a rationalization to be had for how well you knew someone before they made you cum? If it was "X" number of days, it was okay; if it was "Y" number of days, it wasn't.
Third, and this was obviously the largest issue he had to deal with. What if it actually was his daughter? As he had told her when he didn't know who she was, a father loves his child unconditionally, and he did think she was a beautiful young woman. As much as the stories of families getting physically involved with each other turned him on, could he fool around with his daughter, even if she, like him, got aroused at the thought?
What he couldn't argue with was the fact that as he ran over these facts in his head, when he pictured her naked body and thought about the fact that she was just on the other side of the hall at this moment, possibly reading the incestuous story he wrote and touching her body, one part of his body had no problem reacting. His cock was rising again, which was amazing considering he hadn't been able to get a second rise out of it this quickly for over ten years.
He listened to his wife's breathing and made sure she was asleep before he reached under the covers and slid his hand into his boxers so he could slowly stroke his rebar hard cock. It ached and throbbed in his grasp. He slowly massaged and stroked it, making sure not to get too enthusiastic and wake her up.
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The dream he was having was exquisite and sexy. He woke up with his hand still wrapped around his cock, although it wasn't hard anymore. It was a bit wetter. He had cum in his sleep and his hand was covered in his ejaculation. At first, he was embarrassed as this hadn't happened since he was a teenager. This was followed by panic as he didn't want to get the sheets soaked and let his wife know what had happened overnight. Then, he settled on relaxed as he realized how good his cock felt sliding in and out of his hand with so much lubrication.
Only an hour had passed, and there was still plenty of night left, so he slid out of bed as quietly as he could and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
As he stood up, he could feel the pool of cum start to drip down his balls and his inner thighs. He didn't have another pair of shorts available, so he decided he would climb back into bed naked and hope he didn't have another event before the morning.
When the door closed to the bathroom, he gazed at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. His shorts were soaked through, the river of cum was sliding down his legs and hitting the floor with small, wet explosions. As embarrassed as he was, he was also impressed with himself and excited by the sight of the sheer volume of fluid he had running down his body.
He peeled off his boxers, taking in the matted hair on his pelvis. His fingers seemed to be someone else's as they reached down and ran their tips through the cum on his body. They smeared it around some more, gathering up a palm full and cupping his balls, massaging them and rubbing the cream into his skin. It felt so good, he couldn't help but use his other hand to start stroking his hardening cock for the third time in as many hours.
As much as he wanted to cum again, he could feel his back start to spasm. This was one of the problems with getting older. The cock was very willing but the back was not able to accommodate his desire.
He used some toilet paper to clean himself up so he could flush the evidence. It took half a roll to clean up his body and the drops on the floor. Then he flushed it all away and headed back to bed.
As he passed his daughter's room, he noticed her light was still on and the door was ajar. He listened for a few moments to see if there was any noise from inside. It was completely quiet, and he found himself holding his breath to make sure he didn't miss any rustlings from the other side of the door.
He pushed the door a little further open and peeked in. His daughter, Amanda, was on her bed, curled up and sound asleep. Her nightshirt was rumpled up around her waist, covering most of her panties but not all of them. As he reached over to her desk light to turn it off, he looked over at her sleeping form and decided he needed to know for sure.
Walking as softly as he could, he crept to the side of the bed and looked at what he could see of her panties. They were the same color as the ones in the photo, but that didn't mean much of anything. He had to see the front of them to be sure.
Carefully, he took her nightshirt in two fingers and lifted it as slowly as he could. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and she was on her side so he couldn't get a good view of the front of her underwear.
She had always been a deep sleeper, so he attempted to roll her over onto her back. She shifted easily, and he kept hold of her nightshirt as she moved. He got a flash of her upper thighs, her belly button, and more importantly, the front of her panties with the words, "Kiss Me" and some red lips printed on the front.
Tony stood there, mouth hanging open in shock as his question was answered definitively. The girl he'd been flirting with for weeks, and the owner of those magnificent breasts he'd seen earlier, had been living down the hall from him every time they had chatted.
His eyes were locked on the crotch of her underwear. It had gotten a little caught in the lips of her vagina and there was the cutest little cameltoe. From what he could see, she didn't have any visible hair at her panty line. His mind started to drift into fantasyland. He still hadn't let go of her nightshirt yet.
That's what she saw when she opened her eyes. Her father, standing over her, holding her nightshirt up, his eyes locked on her thighs, with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over.
She was still mostly asleep and mumbled, "Daddy, is everything okay?"
"Hmmmm?" he responded. "What sweetie?" His eyes were not moving, not realizing that his daughter had woken up and had caught him staring at her private place.
"Is everything okay?" she asked again.
Reality hit him like a bus, and he came out of his trance, looking at her face, seeing her eyes open and staring at him, as he realized he was still holding her shirt up in the air, exposing her lower body.
His fingers immediately let go of her shirt as his brain backpedaled to explain what he was doing in her room, looking at her body.
"Ummmm, sorry, sweetie. I saw your light on and wanted to turn it off so you would sleep better, then I noticed that your nightshirt was all twisted around you, and I didn't want you to choke yourself, so I was trying to loosen it for you without waking you up. I guess I failed." Even as the words were tripping over themselves coming out of his mouth he thought it sounded like the biggest load of bullshit to his ears. Luckily, his daughter was only half awake.
"Hmmmm, thank you, daddy. You're the best. Goodnight," she rolled away from him and fell back to sleep.
As he watched her body relax and heard her breathing soften to a sleeping state, he tore his eyes away from her to himself and realized that he was naked from the waist down. Luckily, his shirt was a bit long and shadowed his privates. He was also very lucky that his daughter was half asleep and didn't notice.
He quickly, but quietly, snuck out of her room and shut the door behind him.
Crawling back into bed, his wife stirred and reached over to put her hand on his thigh. He quietly prayed she wouldn't go higher and realize that he was commando. He never slept in the nude, and he didn't really want to explain to her why he was doing so now.
"Are you just coming to bed?" she asked him sleepily.
"No, I just had to use the bathroom. Go back to sleep, sweetie. I love you," he whispered. She thankfully did just that after giving his thigh a light rub that felt very good.
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They were all sitting around the table at breakfast. His wife was reading her e-reader, and his daughter was looking at her phone. Tony was eating and looking back and forth between the two women in his life.
His wife was the love of his life. She was still beautiful and sexy to him. When she changed in front of him, he still felt the urge to walk up and run his hands over her body, kiss her neck, press his cock into her body so she could feel what she did to him. But as in many marriages, they were at different stages of their desires. She had gone through the change earlier than expected and had no sexual desire at all. They had talked about it, and although she hadn't ruled out any sex in the future, she was not ready to engage in any activity for a while. They would hold hands and kiss and hug and cuddle, but that was the extent of it for them. He tried to be understanding, but it wasn't easy. Although he wasn't as randy as he had been in his youth, the few times he did get aroused, she wasn't in any kind of mood to help, so he had learned to take care of things on his own.
Then there was his daughter, sitting across from him, her legs pulled up on the chair. Those lovely, tanned, toned legs.
The legs he had never really taken notice of in any sexual way before last night. Eight hours ago, she was just his daughter. Now, she was still his daughter, but he couldn't help but look at her in a very different way. He replayed all the conversations they had had over the past few weeks. All the flirtatious words. All the sexual innuendos. That photo she shared. She had asked if he ever jerked off to the thought of her. How could he not look at her differently now?
She was wearing a simple t-shirt and her nipples were poking through the material. With her legs on the chair and one knee up, she was also pressing her breasts up and together, and had pulled the hemline down to cover her butt cheeks. In so doing, she had pulled the top down a bit and was flashing him some lovely cleavage.
He was trying not to stare, but she was very engrossed in her phone and was taking no notice of him. Luckily, his wife was very intent on her book and was not paying attention to him either, or it could have been awkward.
He wondered if his daughter was looking to see if he had responded to her picture yet. Tony decided to play with her a bit.
"What are you looking at, sweetie?" He asked her.
She startled a little as if she had forgotten she was sitting with her parents.
"I was just looking to see if my friend responded to a message from last night," she replied, a bit too nonchalantly.
Tony realized she was looking at their site and was looking for messages from him. The whole thing started giving him an anxiety attack. He was both excited that she wanted to know what he thought of her naked body, but at the same time, he felt guilty about not only the fact that she was his daughter, but that his wife was sitting right next to him as he felt his cock getting hard at the memory of the photo.
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He had to excuse himself from the table. He thought he was making a clean getaway. His wife didn't notice him at all. What he didn't see was his daughter glancing up at him and her eyes catching sight of the bulge pressing outward from his boxers.
She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp that inadvertently escaped her lips. Her eyes went right down to her phone again, but she tilted her head just enough to follow her father around the room as he put his plate in the sink and headed out of the room.
The thoughts that went through her head were, "My God, Daddy has a big cock. I wonder if he is doing anything to take care of that? I wonder if I offered, if he would be interested in letting me take care of that for him."
Then she mentally slapped herself and thought, 'Of course he wouldn't be interested in me. I'm his daughter, and Daddy is as vanilla as they come. Besides, why would he be interested in me?" She tried to push aside the feeling of sadness these thoughts brought out in her. After reading that story from the OldMan, she realized that family love was okay if it was done between consenting adults who desired each other. But she would never experience that. It was just a fantasy, and she was going to have to live with it for the rest of her life. Now, she was just hoping that the OldMan would respond to her. He had told her that she was worth the wait, and that made her smile, and to be honest, a little tingly between her legs. She had been waiting for him all morning, but he still hadn't checked in. She was amazed how much she had started to enjoy their interactions.
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Tony went to the bathroom and decided to do a load of laundry to try and hide his nighttime emissions. Then he sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled up his phone to see if there were any messages from Younggirl. There were a few, much to his surprise and delight.
Younggirl: I'm so glad you liked the photo. I was worried when you didn't respond that you didn't think I was attractive.
Younggirl: I hope you got a good jerk session out of it.
Younggirl: Maybe, if you are feeling brave, you can tell me how much cum you produced and where you imagined shooting it on me. ;)
Younggirl: I know, I'm being a naughty girl. I can't help it. This is the first time I've ever sent a photo like this to anyone, let alone someone my dad's age.
Younggirl: I can't wait till you wake up. I'm sorry I'm sending so many messages. I'm just excited.
Younggirl: I'm sitting at the breakfast table with my parents and they are clueless what I'm talking about or thinking about.
Younggirl: Oh. My. God! My dad just got up from the table and he had such a huge bulge in his shorts. Don't know what he was thinking about, but he had some major morning wood.
That was the last message she had sent. He wasn't sure how to respond to it, but he felt himself swelling with excitement.
After the photo the night before and these messages, his moral code collapsed and he made a decision to give into his fantasy for once in his life.
GrumpyOldMan: I'm sorry I haven't been on yet. I had a great cum last night and another after that. Which has been unheard of in the past ten years. So, thank you for that. But I had to recover my strength. :)
GrumpyOldMan: Wow, sounds like your parents are really boring. I hope it's not too much of a trial to hang out with them.
GrumpyOldMan: Interesting, your dad had some morning wood. It still happens for men our age. I'm proof of that. Do you think something caused it or that he just had a morning thing?
GrumpyOldMan: Considering what you asked me last night, have you ever imagined what your dad's cock...
