John awoke with a start. Something had happened that was very significant to his life, he knew that, amid the morning haziness of arriving again in the obdurate reality of a warm morning, his legs stretched out on his pillow-soft bed. Something great ... or ... something terrible? He thought for a moment. Yes, Laura. Laura was here in the house. And yesterday ... last night ... wait, it would take a moment to get it straight, as to what had really happened.
She had called. Broke up with her boyfriend. Yes, that was it. Came over soon after, to spend time while trying to get her life back in order. Then there had been an evening of warm, family reminiscence. The next day, yesterday, ... oh no! He had been gone for the day, left her alone and she had found his private files on the computer in his den. Oh, no! The sinking feeling when he had returned, finding here there, her face flushed with anger as she examined his images, his stories, all dealing with.... She had looked so disturbed, he had thought he would die. All the blood had seemed to drain out of him and all he had been able to do was apologize.
She had seemed understanding, but he surmised that he had deeply disappointed her.
But, then ... wait, there had been more.... Or had there been? Suddenly, he recalled his dream. In the dream they had just finished dinner. He had approached her from behind as she sat there, when he returned from bringing a dish to the kitchen. He had let his hands caress her neck, her shoulders. He had opened her blouse, button by button, then reached down and tweaked her nipples, held her breasts and then leaned over to kiss her.
What a dream! She had reciprocated, as he had shifted to his own seat. Laura, in this dream recollected vividly now, had unbuttoned his shirt, caressed his chest with her loving hands, then bent her head to kiss him.
Now he felt himself starting to grow hard. Yes, now he recalled exactly what then had happened in that wild dream! She had sat on his lap, they had made genital contact without actually ... without penetration. He had come. He felt the stickiness in his shorts. He'd had wet dream!
So that was the reason for the strange feeling that something awful and yet something wonderful had happened. The awful had been real, the wonderful had been a dream! John bit his lip in agonized self-criticism. He had hurt his relationship to the only person who now mattered to him. After Mary had left him, five years ago, he had tried to reach out to Laura but failed for some reason and the long silence between them continued until she had made that call. A decade of seeming indifference; then the wonder of father and daughter getting together again and on the best of terms ... until she had discovered "his secret life," the lonely virtual existence in cyberspace. There he could download explicit images and invent erotic fantasies to match them. There he could make virtual love as he once actually did with Mary. There he could let go ... let his incestuous fantasy run wild on the mindless screen.
John sighed and arose. Whatever had happened, life had to gone on, somehow. He showered and shaved and then made some coffee, wondering how he and Laura would continue to live here together after her discovery of his incestuous fantasy life.
Laura felt the light of the morning sun directly on her as her eyes blinked open. Morning at home! Away from that character she once thought she might marry, free at last of that increasingly menacing ex-boyfriend. Safe back home with father.
Father! Suddenly she recalled the predicament. She had trespassed on her father's privacy, butted-in on his own fantasy-life, something that was none of her business. She had had no right to let her own perverted fantasies take control, making it impossible for to stop searching his files, staring at the lurid images of father-daughter love-making, reading the arousing stories about daughters who wanted and finally had their fathers in bed!
She recalled that she had been reading a truly exciting such story -- written by her own father! -- when he had arrived back home and entered the den to find her there at his computer. She wondered now if her flushed face, her entirely aroused body, had communicated itself to him. Or did he think she was angry with him? In any case, he had gone totally white and apologized profusely for ... for what? She had put him in a terrible position by entering his dream life, his fantasies, where her presence, as real, was unwelcome. How would she had felt had he somehow entered her brain, as in some fantastic voyage, to decode her neural network to find there all those secret guilty but deeply exciting thoughts about ... about having sex with him!
As if triggered by the thought, her brain sent out shock waves of erotic messages. Yes, Dad, make love to me! I'm waiting for you, here in bed. Come to me. Take off my nightgown. Laura removed it and now, for further self-stimulation, whispered her words aloud, closing her eyes while murmuring the erotic message to the phantom presence of her handsome father.
"Oh, Dad, we shouldn't, we can't. Oh, your lips, your kiss! My mouth is open for you, Dad. Your tongue is a wonder -- now down there ... that's it, there!"
Laura spread her legs and gently touched her clitoris, letting her finger move over it lovingly. "Oh, Dad, your tongue! Now, turn, that's it, let me make love to you with my mouth. I'm sucking you Dad! Like I always wanted to when I was younger. Like I saw Mom suck you!"
Laura moved one hand up her belly to her breasts, then her mouth, inserting her thumb and moving it back and forth, sucking it, while probing her pussy with her other hand.
"Oh, Dad, yes, now fuck me! Do it, Dad, fuck Laura! Fuck your daughter just the way you always wanted to, the way you've dreaming about it, the way you've been writing about it! Fuck me!"
A moment later, Laura turned and went on her knees. She reached back and inserted a finger into her wet moist pussy and then probed her anus with it. She repeated this while whispering the hot taboo words about the sex act she had never experienced.
"Yes," she whispered, "now there, Dad. I'm a virgin there. I've been saving it for you. Like in that picture on your screen, Dad, let me have it ... slowly, slowly...."
Gradually, her anus adjusted to the penetration and her heated mind went into overdrive with pictures of her father-lover behind her, his potent organ poised at the gateway and then pushing forward.
"Oh, yes, Dad, fuck me that way! Put it in deep. So hot! So hot! Don't stop! Oh, Dad, my lover, yes!"
An orgasmic surge swept through her heated body and she collapsed, nude on the sweaty sheets.
For a while, she simply enjoyed the afterglow, but then her thoughts returned to reality. Laura sighed. Maybe she should leave soon. Cut short this stay. Yes, that would be best. For now, though, daily life had to continue. She arose and showered. She found herself spending more time at the mirror than usual, more time at little feminine chores she often did peremptorily but now lingered over. After completing her dressing, she popped her head into the kitchen where John was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee.
