Dad. (Pure Fantasy, But We Live in Hope!)

I didn’t hear the door open. Nor did I hear his footsteps as he crossed the room. I didn’t even feel him lift the duvet and slip into bed beside me. 

I woke to find an arm around my waist. I knew it was him….my dad…..purely by his scent. I lay there, feigning sleep, but I felt something else. His cock was fully hard and pressing against my thighs. Tonight, mod all nights, I hadn’t worn panties, because I didn’t masturbate before going to sleep as I usually do. 

I felt a pulse start in my clit, a regular throbbing that demanded attention, and simply wouldn’t be stilled. 

He pulled me back against him, and his cock slipped between my thighs. It was directly nudging at my hole, and every part of me, every single atom of my body cried out for him to push further….always further. 

A soft kiss landed on my neck, then another on my shoulder, and the hand moved. I was willing it to cup my naked breast, but wasn’t expecting the jolt of electricity when finally it did. A thumb grazed my nipple teasing it up into painful hardness. 

A brief flicker of conscience….what about mum…..I was about to betray her in the most intimate manner possible….and I knew I wouldn’t stop. I felt a presence in front of me. I opened my eyes which, until now, had been closed, adding to the illusion of sleep. Mum knelt on the carpet by my bed, and was stroking my hair. “It’s ok, sweetie. You want this, I want this, and so does your dad. Take him inside you. Feel what I feel.” Her whispered instructions seemed to float on the air with physical form. 

He pushed. A gentle, yet firm and insistent push, and I found myself pushing back against him. How easily he entered me, yet how stretched I felt. His hand left my breast and travelled down, over my tummy and I felt myself part my legs for him as he found my clit. His expert fingers began an intimate dance that raised my arousal beyond anything I have ever known. 

And then it began. The thrusting, the full length thrusting that almost made me weep with desire when he pulled out completely before plunging back inside me. I was in a world of rapture, yet terrified he might just stop and leave me feeling empty and alone. 

Mum kissed me and whispered “just relax, sweetie, and do what your body tells you to do. I reached behind me and found his hip. I knew his toned, suntanned body so well, yet feeling his muscles tense as he drove into me was utterly exquisite. His pace had quickened now, and his touch in my clit was sending sparks that became waves of pleasure rolling through me. 

“Can he cum inside you, sweetie?” Mum asked the question more out of courtesy than anything else. We all knew that to cum elsewhere would be sacrilege. I began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm deep inside me and between my legs. I felt dad reach between us with his other hand. Effortlessly his thumb found my bum hole and because I was so very wet, slipped easily inside. 

I was fighting the serpent of my orgasm, trying to keep the coiling creature at bay for just a little longer. Just one my thrust, just two, just three.

Dad kissed my neck again and I felt it. The subtle change in his rhythm that told me he was about to cum. I would take no chances. I pulled him as hard as I could against me and pushed back with my bum. At the same time, I used my secret muscles to squeeze and massage his cock. I felt him unload into me and I could hold the serpent no longer. It writhed and roiled over me making me cry out.

Just when I thought it was finally dying down, my mum whispered “And now, he will come to bed with me, and I will suck your cunt off his cock.” The serpent struck again in all her primal fury, sending me over the top again. 

In the real world, after the above dream, I woke to find myself in a puddle of my own making. My sheet, my duvet smelled of sex, and I wondered if, in fact, I had cum in the night, I couldn’t be sure, of course, so before the dream melted like morning mist, I spread my legs and relived it until I came.