I was laying there, my senses heightened. For some reason I seemed to be acutely aware of every inch of my skin. I could feel the cool texture of the sheets beneath me as my body writhed back and forth. There were tingling sensations as if thousands of hands were caressing me, dragging soft fingers over my shoulder blades, down the curve of my spine, over the smooth indentation of the small of my back. I felt them tickle down my butt, the backs of my thighs, lovingly feeling the skin on my legs. All the while, I was being pressed down by his weight on top of my, being pinned in place. As I breathed in, I inhaled his scent. A mixture of his deodorant, cologne, and the faint hint of sweat and cum. The heat of his body radiated down into me. I felt my breasts pressed against his hairy chest. Then I felt his hips begin to move and instinctively I spread my legs. My heart was racing with anticipation as I felt the tip of his enormous shaft press against my opening...
And then I woke up.
I blinked. My heart was racing and my skin felt flushed. My eyes slowly opened all the way and took in my surroundings and as I lay there in somewhat of a haze, it took me a few minutes to sort things out. I recognized the dream for what it was now, but the sensations and emotions of that moment lingered on. On top of that, I felt a glow still radiating in my body from the actual, physical release last night. Even if the dream hadn't been real, last night had been. I closed my eyes again and replayed it in my memory.
The warm room. My dad and I sharing the bed with the thin sheet covering us. The voices from the room next door. The realization that I was listening in on two people having sex, then the shock of hearing the words "Daddy, fuck me!". The sensations as I masturbated, knowing I was in the same bed as my dad...inches away from his body. It was all too much. And then afterwards, seeing that he had also heard. He had also been aroused by the same taboo father and daughter and had even masturbated himself. I remembered cleaning myself off, soaking up my pussy juices with my t-shirt. Then I remembered that I had also hastily cleaned up the spot of cum on Dad's side of the bed with the same shirt.
My eyes shot open. The shirt was still lying there on the floor a foot away. Dad was still breathing heavily and evenly. I leaned out from the bed and grabbed the shirt. I unfolded it to where I could clearly see the place where I wiped up the cum. It had stuck to the shirt and dried, a crusty area on the fabric. Slowly, I brought it closer to my face and breathed in. The scent of sex was overpowering and I felt myself start to get wet. This was so wrong, but it was turning me on so much more than anything ever had. I held the shirt to my face and continued breathing in as my hand slipped back beneath the sheets and found my vagina. I tenderly slipped one finger back inside and began teasing my clit.
As my finger flicked up and down, the waves of pleasure slowly building, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the scent of my dad's cum. Then all at once I had another idea. He was clearly still asleep and I knew that he was only wearing boxers. As softly and gently as I could, I turned my body over until I was pointing directly at my dad. He was lying on his back and had the sheet pulled up to just above his waste. His chest was bare and I watched as it rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Then my eyes worked their way down his body. When I got to his groin I almost gasped out loud. It was more than I could have hoped for. As he lay on his back sleeping, I now saw that he was sporting a full-on erection. The size of it alone sent my head spinning.
I realize that I'm a virgin and don't have much experience with penises, but I have a phone and a laptop. I've seen porn. And I had seen my ex-boyfriend's cock twice as, both times, he pulled it out asking for a blow job. That was my only frame of reference. I figured the porn stars were all freaks or somehow enhanced. I assumed that all "real" guys looks more like my ex. He had a decent 6 inch long cock. And that had seemed big enough to get the job done at the time. it was certainly bigger than I could fit in my mouth without gagging. The dicks I had seen in porn had to be well above average. However, now as I lay in the bed next to my father, I saw his huge member pushing the sheets into a neat tent. It was easily 10 inches long. It wasn't pointed straight up like a flag pole, but at a slight angle pointed up toward his face. I was mesmerized.
I hadn't really ever given it much thought until just then, but my dad was a pretty attractive man. I mean, I had always thought so, in a "He's my dad and he is so handsome." kind of way. But now I was considering him in a much more objective way, more primal. I was a woman. He was a man. He was about 6ft 1inch tall and in fairly good shape for his age. He and my mom and gotten together in high school and started a family young, so even though I was almost 19, both my parents were in their early 40s. This man laying next to me, my Dad, was 42 years old. He went to the gym regularly, but more than that, his job as a carpenter guaranteed a strong chest and arms. He looked good lying on his back. His sandy blonde hair was short and he had a full beard that was streaked with gray.
As I lay there, soaking it in and feeling myself get wetter and hotter by the minute, I began pulling the sheet further up his body, covering his bare hairy chest. I pulled it tight up to his chin and then ducked my head under the sheet. I now had an unobstructed view of my dad's cock and to my delight, I saw that it had poked free from his boxer shorts. It looked bigger than I even expected from above the sheets. There was a thick tuft of blondish hair that peaked out from where the shaft stuck out for the opening in his underwear. It was long and thicker than I would have guessed. And the head of his cock was swollen and red. I watched as it bobbed up and down slightly as he slept, his breathing causing it to rise and fall.
Screwing up my nerves, I pulled the sheet back down from over my head and laid my head on the pillow. I squinted my eyes and prepared to pretend to be asleep the moment I saw or felt any movement. Then, as slowly as I could, my hand snaked out and grasped it. I felt my hand close tenderly around the midpoint of his cock. It was hot, I mean temperature-wise, his cock was very warm. I held it lightly for a long moment while studying his face. He didn't react, so I squeezed it ever so gently. At that, he let out a faint sigh, and I was pleased to feel a pulse run through his large penis.
Over the next few minutes, I experimented running my fingers up and down his shaft, squeezing lightly and then harder. Touching the tip, cupping his balls through his boxers. Then as I playfully ran the tip of my finger across the tip of his dick, I felt moisture and my finger came away wet. I let go of his cock and examined my finger. It was slick with a clear fluid. I guessed that this was the famous "precum" I had heard about. Naturally I couldn't help myself and slipped the finger into my mouth. As I tasted the salty, sweet tang of his cum, my eyes rolled up in my head, and I let out an involuntary moan.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. More than that, I couldn't believe that he hadn't woken up yet. Part of me wondered if he was just pretending to sleep and letting this happen. There was even something hot about that too. But as I stretched out my hand again and allowed it to gently close around his cock, I watched his face for any sign of awareness. I didn't see any noticeable change. His chest rose and fell just as regularly. I squeezed the head of his cock, causing another dribble of precum out and into the palm of my hand. Still no reaction. Using the slick fluid on my palm, I rubbed it down the underside of his shaft, making it slick, then wrapped my finger and thumb it a ring and pumped it up and down several times. His dick responded with shuddered swells and twitches, but nothing from his expressionless face. Finally, as I was growing bolder and sliding up and down more rapidly, he took a shuddering breath in and let it out as a jagged exhale, followed immediately by a long and loud snore.
He wasn't pretending. He was asleep. That was too bad, because his dick was definitely enjoying itself. I risked another move by now pulling the sheet all the way down, exposing my dad's body from his knees up. He was still snoring as I propped myself up on on elbow and continued to play with this massive cock. I could smell the tell-tale scent of his cum now, which was even stronger in smell this close to the real thing. I wondered what it would feel like with one of these things inside me, filling my up? Pushing my flesh in and up, rubbing against the delicate folds of my vagina.
My breathing quickened about the same time that I noticed his cock turning a deep dark red and purple color. It was also beginning to twitch whenever I slid in a downward motion. Then it happened, all at once, before I would adequately prepare myself. It swelled and then began erupting. The first shot was a long glistening strand of white slime. It shot our of the tip of his penis. It must have gone 2 feet high. I don't think I had ever jumped back so fast. Another spurt followed the first, then another, then another. I looked at his face with anticipation or his eyes snapping open, but nothing. He just continued to lay there, oblivious. I continued to uselessly grip his shaft harder and allowed nature to take its course. By now there were streams of cum running down fingers.
