True to his word, daddy fell asleep within seconds of us tumbling onto the bed. I was a little disappointed. I thought "need a nap" was code for "need to fuck you some more." But that was okay. I was pretty freaking tired myself, so I spooned myself in next to him and fell asleep almost as fast. The next time I woke up, the shadows in the bedroom had moved several feet. I must've been out for hours. Daddy was still out. His hand was draped across me, though, with his fingers within an inch or so of my breast, so I took advantage of the nearness and pulled his hand to me. It was like instinct. As soon as he made contact, his hand cupped my boob like they'd been designed to fit together.
Laying there, with daddy's hand on my tit, I couldn't help playing through everything that had happened in the past day. I wondered what he might be dreaming about, if he was dreaming, and I got a little thrill imagining that, even in his sleep, he was playing his own mental tapes of our fucking. If I wasn't wet enough before, that got me plenty wet. I reached down, without disturbing him, and slipped my finger between my lips. I just stroked it back and forth lightly, thinking about how it had all started with me innocently brushing my hand across his crotch and finding his hardness, hardness from having his daughter's head in his lap. Then I very not-innocently showed him my boobs, and then we were off like a rocket sled down the slippery slope. His fingers dived into my wet little cunt and he made his little girl cum and cum and cum. I slid two fingers into my pussy as I thought about this, about riding daddy's fingers to climax.
I went back to stroking my clit with those very slick fingers, thinking about sliding down to the floor and taking his cock in my mouth, then him gradually taking control until my daddy was face fucking his baby girl and making her ... making me ... swallow his cum.
All that swirling in my head, and my fingertips swirling against my clit, and I came long and low. Not gasping and bucking, but all shuddery and melty, like I'd been saving it up forever, even though I'd cum more in the past eighteen hours than I had in the past three weeks, easily.
That's where I stopped myself. If I kept touching and imagining and cumming, it would only be moments before I shook daddy awake and had him fuck me. I wanted him to rest. I wanted is both to save up our energies. There was something else I wanted, and I wasn't sure how much convincing it was going to take. Daddy had had my mouth and my cunt, but there was still my ass, which hadn't gotten fucked in easily three months. My ex refused. Of my stable of fuck buddies, several were glad to, but I'd been without contact with any of them since my marriage had come crashing down. I was trying to go cold turkey - not knowing how truly unsuccessful that was going to be as soon as I moved in with daddy.
Anyway, I wanted my daddy's hard cock deep in my ass, but I didn't know if he would draw the line there. He didn't come across as a delicate, dainty lover, but I still didn't know. Maybe he pounded mom's ass almost as often as her pussy. The though made me jealous. Then again, anything I might have imagined about their sex life was just that - imagination. I knew they had sex, but their room was way at the far end of the house from mine.
I flicked myself to another couple of quiet orgasms, then drifted off again. Asleep, I almost immediately drifted into a dream where daddy and I were hanging out at my college. He was meeting my friends, and we were all walking across campus on our way to lunch when mom showed up and only seconds later, a guy showed up alongside her. In the dream, he was my boyfriend, though in reality, he was nobody I'd ever known. Just a dream person. Of course, also in the dream, mama was alive and about the age she was when she died. Not much older than I was now.
After a moment, I noticed him and dream mom leaning over and whispering things every now and then to each other and laughing. It wasn't chatty. It was more intimate. I was angry with her - flirting with my boyfriend with me and daddy only feet away. When we got to the restaurant, I managed to sit myself between them, and the only open chair was on the far side of daddy, so it was mom, me, daddy, and the boy. Jacob, I think. I was simmering with anger at my mother, who was acting perfectly normal.
Next thing I knew, daddy and Jacob were chatting in a friendly way, which just made me madder. After minutes of this, I jumped up and tugged daddy's sleeve and said "Come with me." He was having a nice old chat with some young boy who was being too familiar with mom, and I was going to enlighten him! We went down the hall, past one half-open little dining room, and on to a second one. Once in there, I just went off. "Daddy - have you been watching the way ... this boy ... and mama are carrying on!? I never would have expected this of mom, but I think she's having an affair with him! Seriously, do you not~"
"Whoa-whoa-whoa, Cindy ... why are you getting so upset? You know your mother and I have an understanding. We can fuck whoever we want." Then, suddenly, in the dream, I did know that. One of those things that, in dreams, even if you hadn't imagined it before, suddenly becomes completely obvious, and something that's always been true.
"Ohh ... well, of course ... I mean, yeah ... but they're acting ... I mean, daddy, it's just not right!"
He watched me closely for a moment, then nodded his head slowly and put his arm around me. "Oh, of course, I understand now. You're upset because you and I aren't fucking like your mom and Jacob are." I thought "Wait - I'm not ... am I?" and suddenly it felt like I was. Like, of course, if mama's going to fuck around with my boyfriend, then that leaves daddy for me."
All I said back was "Well, you know ... I mean ... I guess that's ..." I still didn't know what to say, though my clit was tingling under my skirt. It surprised me, not the tingle, but the fact that I'm now wearing a skirt, when earlier in the dream - moments earlier - I was wearing jeans.
Daddy gave me a big hug, then said "Come on - let's go back and eat. We can take care of all this after dinner." I said "Okay, daddy!" in a perky, chirpy voice, and suddenly everything not only made sense, but sounded like a great idea!
We started back toward the table and we glanced in the other little dining room and mom and Jacob were there, and she was bent over one side of the table, her white blouse torn open, her own skirt flipped up. Jacob had her arms pulled back, his hands locked on her wrists, and he was holding her firm as he fucked hard into her from behind. They both waved and said "Oh, hey!" in the middle of the fucking, without breaking pace.
