Chapter 2
“But still…” I began. I trailed off as he stood up.
“I have to go see how she’s doing,” he said. “You going to hang around a bit longer?”
“I’ll probably get out of your hair,” I said. I stood up and gave Dad a hug. “Let me know if there is anything I can do, Daddy.”
“I will, Hon,” he said. He squeezed me tight, filling my nostrils with his manly scent. “Sorry again for how this evening went.”
My back arched as I felt Daddy’s strong hands push my knees apart. In an instant, my most private parts were fully on display to him. His eyes never left mine, and they held that same commanding look that they always held whenever I let curse words fly around him. His fingers began tracing their way up my thighs, inching closer and closer to my needy mound. As they did, I began thrusting my pussy upwards, wanting to feel him touch me in ways that no man should ever touch their daughter.
He didn’t say a word. He never did when I had these dreams. It never took me long to realize that they weren’t real. The forbidden acts that Daddy and I performed in them were so unabashed and free of shame that they had to be a dream. I had given up on feeling ashamed of them not long after they had started, and learned to enjoy them when they came to me. It was the only time that I was able to live out the twisted fantasies I had about Daddy.
He ran his fingers along my dripping slit, eliciting a moan from deep inside of me. But instead of sliding his fingers into me like he had in so many dreams before, they continued moving upwards as he drove the rest of his body closer to mine. I was gasping for breath now. My mind had never allowed me to dream of being filled with his manhood. Usually content to just imagine him pleasuring me with his hands or his mouth, I often woke up in a pair of dripping wet panties before things went any further.
His hands continued to move up my body, his palms now making full contact with my skin as they did. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my folds as his touch reached my tits. He leaned forward, pressing his full length into me and eliciting a wail of ecstasy from me as he did. He whispered something into my ear but I couldn’t hear him. My mind was too focused on how great it felt to have my own father buried deep inside of me, even in a dream.
I felt his cock begin to immediately spasm inside of me, and then the realization of what he said dawned on me. My eyes shot open, and I was suddenly alone in my bedroom. A thin layer of sweat covered my whole body while my mind raced. What Daddy had said to me in my dream was so dirty and inappropriate, but it would solve all of the issues I was having and help Mom as well. Each word echoed through my mind, thrilling me to the core. I could almost hear them repeating over and over as I began to formulate a plan.
“Have Daddy’s baby.”
The first step of my plan was to move back into the house. Daddy had been the most opposed to that. I got the feeling that part of him didn’t want to see me give up on being independent and having my own place, but once I moved back in he was more than happy to have me around again. I also started to realize that it wasn’t just me who enjoyed my prancing around in underwear in front of Daddy. I could tell from his lingering stares that he was enjoying the sight of me as well. I began to wonder how long he had been doing it without my noticing.
Moving back in brought me closer with Mom as well, and soon she had filled me in on all of the details that Daddy couldn’t. She was currently considering the idea of adopting but was holding out hope that I would find some man who was willing to give her a grandbaby. Secretly, I already had. I was going to seduce Daddy, and have him get me pregnant. It was so wrong, but every time I thought about it my heart raced. He was better to me than anybody I had ever dated, and if I was going to have a child, I wanted it to be with somebody who loved me as deeply as he did.
