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My wife passed a little over a year ago, and it would be an understatement to say I've been struggling since. She left me in sole charge of our teenage daughter and I wasn't really equipped to be a single parent.
I started counselling six months ago and things started to improve, but I still had real trouble sleeping. I would lie awake all night thinking of my wife and even when I did sleep she would haunt my dreams, I was a walking zombie during the day. So my counsellor prescribed me sleeping medication. But even that didn't work. About two weeks ago he upped my medication, and that's when things started to get out of control.
I admit I've not been the best parent to Alice, my daughter. I've been distant and not paying her the attention a teenager needs, especially after losing her mom. I look back now and the warning signs were there, but I guess I was just too self-absorbed to notice.
Her new boyfriend Eric was a nice boy, but so quiet, so submissive. Alice was just like her mother, loud and outspoken, the life of the party. And boy she was really starting to look like her too. Her long blonde hair, the arch of her eyebrow, her sweet dimples when she smiled, the naughty sparkle in her eye. She had always been athletic but in the past few months was really blossoming into a beautiful young woman, her hips grew wider as her waist remained tight, and on my shopping list an ever expanding bra size. You could say she was beautiful, stunning even, not that I ever paid her any attention. That was all about to change.
It was Friday a couple weeks back, I'd been to my counselling session like always where my Doc had handed over my increased dose of sleeping medication. I took it back with me, sceptical as always. Alice got back from school and we ate our takeaway dinner in silence, as usual, in front of the TV. She asked me about my the paper bag on the counter and I told her about my sleeping meds, and my higher dosage.
Alice seemed uneasy, fidgeting and squirming on the sofa next to me. I almost said something but just put it down to teenage angst. We watched TV for a while then I said my good nights, grabbing my medication off the counter. I took begrudgingly my new dose of sleeping pills and lay in bed. My thoughts firmly fixed on my wife and my past happiness. Slowly, I don't know when, I fell into a deep sleep.
A deeper sleep than I had had since my wife had gone, deeper maybe than any sleep I'd ever had. But still, my wife appeared.
Wearing her translucent nighty, I saw her open our door and flick the bedside lamp on. She snuggled in to me as she had done in nights of old and I smiled as her body warmed mine, my body heavy with sleep.
I was stuck in a strange dream world, was this lucid dreaming? I could swear my eyes were open, that my bedroom door really was ajar, my wife really lying next to me. I knew it couldn't be so but I abandoned myself to this dream, the only respite I had had in 12 months.
My wife's hand slowly caressed my torso, fingering my abs and following my snail trail down to my pj bottoms. I felt her delicate fingers tickle my pubes and balls, before a single finger slid down the length of my shaft. I could hear my wife gasp in my ear as her fingers took hold of my flaccid cock, I felt her nipples harden against my arm.
My wife sat up in bed next to me, I tried to tell her lie down and sleep, that I was finally getting some rest, but I could only mumble, so submerged in sleep was I. She threw the covers off the bed and I felt the cold night air bite at my nipples as her hands grabbed my waistband and greedily started to pull at them. I smiled to myself at my wife's lust, but found I could not even lift my waist off the bed, I was totally comatose as my wife struggled to pull down my pjs. With a mighty heave she finally managed it and again I heard her gasp in surprise. My blurry sleep-filled vision just made out her silhouette as she pulled my pjs off my legs leaving me lying stark naked on my back on the bed.
I growled as she pulled her nighty up off her head to reveal her beautiful body in the dim light, but I was surprised to see that her pussy was totally clean shaven. She really was horny tonight!
And now it was my turn to gasp as she knelt between my legs and took my hardening cock in her tiny hands, slowly jerking me as her tongue started to lick and flick my bulbous head. I was soon at full attention and lay back in ecstasy as I felt my wife's lips and tongue work up and down my rock hard cock as her hands fondled my large balls - full to the brim with 12 months of dormancy.
But tonight my wife was on a mission, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her throat. I could hear her gagging and could feel her throat muscles tense and contract around my cock as she struggled to take me into her. I felt my wife shuffle her legs and realised soon that she was now straddling one of my legs, I could feel her pussy grinding against my leg, leaking it's juices onto me as she increased her pace and I could feel the orgasm building inside me.
The sound of her throat gagging on my cock, the sensations of her warm wet mouth and throat taking me into her, her mad gyrations on my thigh, it was all too much. An entire year of pent up sexual energy was suddenly released. My entire body spasmed as the first wave of my orgasm tore through me, I cried out but only a guttural groan escaped me as the hardest orgasm of my life jolted through me, sending my first jet of cum deep into her throat and into her tummy.
I sent jet after jet down her throat when I heard her gagging and coughing, her throat's tight grip around my cock loosened and I felt her tongue swirling over my head as my orgasm only continued to build. The semen was flying out of me and into her mouth, onto her lips, covering her face. I looked down at her blonde hair and couldn't believe I was capable of such a hard orgasm. Still jets of cum flew from my uncontrollable cock, covering my wife in my spunk. Finally my orgasm subsided and I was left a heaving spluttering mess. I looked down at my wife who slowly looked up at me from between my legs.
As her face looked up to me and her eyes met mine my dream suddenly became a nightmare. It was not my wife down there, stuffed and covered in my semen, but Alice, my teenage daughter. I was filled with horror and shame and fear. My eyes wide open I prayed to wake up from this nightmare! I still had no control over my limbs and when I tried to cry out all I could hear was a soft gargle in my throat.
There, between my legs, was my daughter. And she was smiling. Still with my cock in her hands she sat up, her eyes locked on mine as the fruits of my sin were exposed to me in the soft lamplight. Her face was awash with my semen, my white juices covering every inch of her beautiful face, her forehead and hair soaked, her eyelashes stuck together, her cheeks and nose, and her lovely mouth. When she smiled I saw my white seed in her mouth. She sat up straight now and I watched with horror as my seed fell slowly from my daughters face, down her chin and onto her beautiful pert young tits. She followed my dirty eyes there and smiled even wider as her hands left my cock and went to her young tits where she started to massage my cum onto her. I could not take my eyes away from this sinful scene, I gazed with terror as her small delicate fingers worked their way over her round pert breasts, glistening with my seed, her brown nipples - so like her mother's! - small and hard as she massaged my sin into her.
