Waking up the next morning was a weird experience. I woke up feeling tired and groggy, and I had a moment of panic when I didn't know where I was. Then the panic was replaced with shock, when I realized something even stranger was going on. My sleep had been full of arousing sex dreams featuring my daughter. That wasn't too strange as it was something that had been happening for months despite my disgust with myself, but I had forgotten all about the night before, so when I felt something wet and warm around my cock I was confused. I was even more confused when I lifted the blanket and saw it was my daughters mouth. The same daughter I had been having forbidden fantasies of, she had woken me up with a blowjob. The realization that I wasn't dreaming hit me, and I instantly started cumming in her mouth. I could only moan as I squirted hot cum down her throat.
Once I had emptied my balls into her tummy she slid up the bed to give me a kiss on the lips. "Good morning Dwaddy," she said.
"Wait, last night wasn't a dream?" I asked as I remembered what I had done to my sweet innocent girl. Although, I was now realizing she wasn't as innocent as I thought.
"I hope it wasn't a dream," she replied kissing me deeper, her tongue sliding between my lips so I could taste both her and myself.
The phone rang then, interrupting us from starting a long day of sex.
"Who the fuck could be calling us?" I said grumpily. My daughter sat up, and passed me the phone. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Oh thank god I finally found you. I've been up all night worrying, and calling every hotel I can find in the phone book. Honey I'm so sorry I yelled at you," my wife said. Upon hearing her whiny, shrill voice my still hard cock went soft.
