Dreaming in Taboos Pt 2 (Incest- Daughter/Dad)

Jeff could not sleep that night. His mind was flooded with the image of his beautiful daughter laying in her bed satisfied after using sex toys not thirty feet away from him, and then his sex starved imagination provided the rest. He was a single father, and aside from a few dates here and there, he was mostly either too busy or too lazy to satisfy his own needs with a woman. Besides, he didn’t want to complicate his daughter’s life by introducing a new woman into their dynamic. But all that meant that Jeff was often wired tight, a hair’s trigger away from getting sucked into his mind’s filthy corner where he unhealthily stifled his sexual urges.

But that scene, with the soft glow of the night light igniting his daughter’s skin, as her chest rose and fell, a blush still on her cheeks, that scene had opened the flood gates. No matter how much he chastised himself, for getting hard after seeing his own daughter in her pajamas, *surrounded by a dildo and a vibrator mind you,* he could not stop his hand from finding his throbbing cock when he finally laid down in his bed that night. He wasn’t even surprised to find precum leaking down his shaft as his callused hand gripped his thick cock, carefully spreading the wetness all over. He wanted to groan at how good it felt, he tried to tell himself it wasn’t because of his daughter, he had just gone too long without a release. Yeah, that’s what it was. Just biology taking its course.

He stroked his cock while telling himself how he wasn’t a bad father, for finding his daughter attractive, lying there almost naked, pussy probably still wet after cumming, *fuck that’s hot.* He wasn’t a bad father for hoping she would move her legs apart and he could catch a glimpse of the slickness on her thighs, *jesus that’s right, warm and messy just for her ….shit.* He wasn’t a bad father at all for hoping he had the courage to go back in there, move her cami down her shoulders, let her perky tits fall out, so he could run his thumb over the hardened nipples, while his other hand found its way towards the heat at her junction, to feel what his little girl could do when she came, *fuck yeah, cum for Daddy baby, give me all of it. fuck fuck fuck.* He wasn’t a bad father for shooting ropes after ropes, making a mess of his sheets, while imagining himself finger fucking his daughter’s wet pussy.

It was just pure biological instinct. A horny man saw a beautiful woman. It had nothing to do with her being his daughter.

But he knew his cock had hardened at the exact moment he had her whisper “Thank you Daddy” in her sleepy soft voice.

*I’m a fucking monster.*

He thought to himself as he cleaned up in a rush and fell asleep soon after. He had to make breakfast for his little girl after all. He’ll deal with the shame in the morning.

And morning came with a vengeance. With only a few hours of sleep, and buckets of guilt burdening his shoulders, Jeff walked downstairs in his pajamas to start making a silent apology breakfast for his dear daughter who had done nothing but be perfect to him. She was a star student, a nice young woman, and a perfect daughter a father could ask for. So what if she had a healthy sex drive and needed her relief in the privacy of her bedroom. Not only had he violated that privacy, but made it all about himself. He wasn’t ever going to mention it to her, of course not, but he would do everything to internally soothe his guilt by letting her enjoy her summer off!

While he was busy mentally lecturing himself while furiously mixing the waffles batter, he didn’t notice Dee come downstairs, still in her pajama shorts but with an oversized hoodie covering her body down to her ass. He felt a faint twinge of disappointment, but quickly distracted himself with cooking, and tried to avoid looking at her in the eye.

“Morning Dad!” Dee cheerfully called out to him while filling herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She picked up a strawberry and bit into it, “mmm, thif if good” she mumbled around the bite of strawberry in her mouth. He looked back at her, laughing at her antics, but the laughter died and he felt like he was back in her room last night. Her eyes were closed, a bit of the strawberry’s juices ran down the corner of her lips.

She looked like a fucking nymph sent from hell to test his morality.

And he was failing, hard.

He collected himself before she could see what a vile asshole her father was, and said something lame along the lines of “Thanks, they’re organic” like it fucking mattered at all in that moment where the goddamned strawberries came from. He spent the rest of the breakfast giving monosyllable answers, asking basic questions, and hoping to all the Gods that he could survive the weekend without any blunders.

But the Gods are cruel, the lot of them. Because Dee spent her day fluttering around the house in athletic shorts that showed off her round, supple ass and a tank top that showed the outline of her lacy bra. If Jeff tried to hide in the home gym, she would be outside in the garden directly in his line of view, watering the plants. If he tried to save face in his study, she was laying down on her stomach on the living room floor where he could see her, flipping through the book she was reading. And she insisted that they eat each meal together. By the time dinner was done, Jeff was sure he would go insane.

Who makes obscene noises while eating pasta? His daughter, that’s who! She loudly slurped the spaghetti and damn right moaned after taking a bite of the garlic bread. He should be calling her an animal, reminding her of her manners, but instead he was discretely adjusting his dick and thinking about dead puppies. He wanted nothing more to go over to her, hold her by her neck and bring that mouth to his cock to see if she moaned like that around him. Jesus, he was losing it. But before he could call it a night, make an excuse and hide in his bedroom to jerk off to his daughter again, Dee spoke up. “Dad, I feel like you’ve been really stressed today. You can talk to me you know?”

She was so earnest, it broke his heart. He tried to stammer out an excuse, but his perfect little girl even saved him from that. “It’s OK, if you don’t want to. Just know that I can try and help, even if I’m young and .. well.. inexperienced in a lot of things.” *fuuuck does this girl know what she’s saying?!*

Unaware of his internal panic, Dee continued, “How about this! Let’s watch a movie, something silly, I’m sure you can use the stress relief!” She looked so happy having thought of a solution, he didn’t have the heart to tell her no. “Sounds great sweety, you pick and I’ll clean up here.”

By the time he walked into the living room, Dee had some dumbass comedy movie on Netflix that he honestly couldn’t give a shit about, but just wanted to make his daughter happy. She was snuggled under a blanket, and he struggled for a moment about whether to join her or not. He had spent all day perving after her, it didn’t feel right. But she opened up one side of the blanket, looked up at him smiling sweetly, and patted at the couch right next to her, “Sit with me here Dad, let’s snuggle like old times.” *fuck.*

Bracing himself, he sat under the blanket and she immediately clung to his side, bringing her head to rest on his arm. He had to admit it felt nice, his little girl needing him again. A little voice in his brain chimed up, *”Maybe she needs her Daddy in other ways too.”* He stifled the fucker deep in his mind, and sighed into his daughter’s touch. Paying attention to her reactions, laughing when she laughed, realizing how she kept sitting closer, and closer, until her one leg was almost in his lap, her head rested in the crook of his neck to the point of him feeling her warm breaths on his skin. If he turned even a little bit, he would feel her lips on his skin, and the thought electrified him. She was practically on his lap, where his cock was coming to life again. The movie was a faint buzz in the background, inconsequential.

He felt her breathing had softened a bit, evened out, so he looked down and saw that her eyes seemed heavy with sleep. He ran his hand through her hair, combing them with his fingers, and he felt her sigh into him, her head burrowing further in his neck. Her leg was pretty much across his lap now, all he had to do was adjust her a little and she would be sitting right on his cock. But he steeled himself, and instead spoke to her softly, “If you’re sleepy sweetheart, you should go to bed.” She shook her head and clung to him tighter, he had to laugh a little. What had gotten her to act like a baby again. “Princess, do you want me to carry you to your bedroom? I don’t think my back will survive that!” He said with a chuckle, and she she just replied by hugging him again, “No, wanna stay like this, I need..”

His breath stuck in its path when he heard that. He had to ask again, just to hear it again, if nothing else. He spoke barely above a whisper, “What do you need, princess?”. His face was so close to hers, his hands hovering above her waist, he could feel the heat of her core as her leg wrapped around him while she still clung to his side. She answered, with a slight roll of her hips, as if almost involuntary, and mumbled into his chest, “I can’t tell you, you’ll hate me.” Hate her? Nothing could make him do that! “Baby! No! You can tell me anything.” He said, while putting his one hand under her chin and making her look at him. “Look at me now baby, tell your Dad, what. do. you. need?”. He could have sworn he felt her body tremble against him, and another roll of hips against his side, and he had to grab her waist to bring her on top of his lap. He had stopped giving a fuck about all of it eons ago it seemed. Her eyes opened up now properly, he was sure she could feel his cock right under her heated pussy. He almost laughed with pride when he felt her roll her hips again. “That’s right baby, tell Daddy what you need.”

Dee bit her lip, holding on to her dad’s shoulders for dear life, as she could not trust her own body anymore. She looked him directly in the eyes, and whispered, “I need you, Daddy”. She rolled her hips against his throbbing cock once again, this time with intention, just so there would be no question left exactly how she needed her father tonight.

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