I sit in bed, the rest of the night, wondering what in the hell I've done. The "dream" continues to repeat inside my head, over and over and over again. What in the hell have I done?
Our conversation, words spoken in haste without thought or consideration is on constant replay as well.
The moment I realized that my dream was not just a dream, but was real... I still cannot fathom it. I just can't.
I try to come to terms with it in as many different ways as possible. Unbeknown to Lindsay, and myself at the time, we'd already "engaged" in relations. I try to come up with some sort of compromise, inside my head, saying that this time, this time isn't as bad as the last time. Not that the first time was bad, there is no way I thought that, not at the time, because... I didn't know it was her. But it was. And afterward, I knew. Now... now, we both know.
Lindsay, for all of her innocence and purity, was adamant about the entire situation. "You needed that," she said repeatedly. "You didn't do anything wrong." She tried to be affectionate, to tell me it was all right, that as adults of an age to consent and make choices for ourselves, nobody else, including society, had any right to tell us it was wrong, or that we couldn't do it.
I'd pushed her away... not physically, but... mentally. She'd gone off to her room, not crying... I don't know what I would have done if she'd started crying, but she left nonetheless. Now, I wished she were back, not... not so we could do it, but... so that we could talk. Talk about... what happened. To try and figure things out. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do, but sitting in my room, thoughts swirling inside my head was not doing either of us any good.
I try to blank my mind, but flashes of memory invade my emptiness. Lindsay's face, the look of ecstasy etched on her features, the way her hips were trembling, her breasts against my chest, her body... god she was... I try to blank my mind again, but my cock has a mind of its own, and it has a completely different idea about what I should be doing.
Frustrated, I jump up and go to the door before stopping and thinking, is this right? Should I be doing this? Is she going to be mad? Upset? I give myself a moment and then go to her room and knock on the door without hesitation.
"Yeah?" Lindsay asks from inside her room.
"Can I come in?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says and I push the door open. She's lying on her bed, the covers pulled up over herself, and only her face peeks out. I walk over and sit down next to her and she sits up a bit.
"I'm sorry," I say softly.
Instantly, Lindsay looks like she's ready to cry, and her emotions trigger my own. I have to grit my teeth to keep them in check, but I do.
"I didn't mean to make you mad," Lindsay says, her voice cracking.
"I'm not mad," I say, shaking my head.
"You're not?"
"No," I say, wrapping my arm around her. She snuggles up next to me and then she yanks the covers up and tosses a portion over my lap. I give her a kiss on the top of the head like I always do. "I'm sorry," I say again. It's the only thing I can think to say.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Lindsay says for maybe the hundredth time.
"Well... I'm still trying to deal... with that," I say. As if on cue, the image of Lindsay's trembling body appears in my mind. I yank my cock out of her and my own orgasm tears through me. I shoot gouts of white hot cum across her chest and belly and she loves it.
"Daddy?" She asks.
"Yeah," I say softly, dreading every word.
"I... I'm not sorry."
"I know," I say, recalling all of her words, her reasoning, her argument.
"You needed that," she says softly, "...and I... it was good."
"I'm glad," I say. I cannot help but chuckle.
"Was it good... did you like it?" She asks as if she's trying to please me.
"Did I like it?" I ask as if the question is not a question. "Was I not cumming all over the place?"
Lindsay giggles and then snuggles up against me, pressing her body against mine. She inhales deeply and then sighs. "Can I tell you something? Without you getting mad?"
"Sure," I say, trying to keep an open mind.
"I... okay, I haven't been with a lot... of people. You... I mean, you might know, I... but..."
"What is it?" I ask her softly.
"I'm glad you're... you know... uh..."
"What?" I ask, chuckling at her obvious embarrassment.
"Big," she says quickly, and then she yanks the covers up over her head as if hiding.
"It's not that big," I say. "I'm average."
"Well, it's big enough," Lindsay says giggling.
"Is it?" I ask, grinning.
"Yeah," she says softly, and then I feel her hand slide over underneath the covers, and it lands on the front of my boxers.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, my pulse instantly quickening.
"Nothing," she says, but she's lying. Her hand is moving, gently caressing me through the front of my boxers, and trying as I might, I cannot stop my cock from responding, from swelling to full size in less than six seconds flat. "See," she says mischievously.
"That doesn't feel like nothing," I say, trying to decide whether I should get up, or stay exactly where I am, motionless.
"No?" she asks teasingly. "What about this?" She asks, and she ducks her head under the covers, giggling as her hand snakes through the front fold of my boxers and gently slides my cock through the opening. I feel her lips press against the underside of my cock, kissing it gently, and it jumps in response. "You like that?" She giggles.
"Lindsay," I groan as she slides her lips up and down the underside of my cock, her hand gripping it gently at the base. "We... ca-uuuugghhh," my protest turns into a groan as her lips part and she slides her mouth over me, pushing as much of my length into her throat as possible.
"Lindsay," I say again, and she pulls her mouth up, rotating her head and lips, and then pushes back down on me, sliding me in deeper. My left hand grabs the bed. My right-hand touches the small of her back, and she bobs her head up and down enthusiastically. She sucks me gently, sliding her lips up and off before her tongue slides around the tip, working my cock with expert slippery strokes.
"Lindsay," I groan and she slides her lips down around me again. I gasp as she stuffs the head of my cock into the back of her throat and then tries to push me even deeper. "God damn," I groan.
Lindsay responds, crawling her body up the bed without removing her mouth from my cock. She reaches behind herself and grabs the back of her panties, yanking them down her ass awkwardly. She reaches across her back, trying to get them off the other cheek. I reach over, pull them down, and she lifts one knee, and then the other, pulling them off entirely. She spreads her knees, and leans forward, sliding her lips down my cock even further.
My hand slides along her calf to her knee, and then up her leg, gently caressing her soft silky smooth skin. I run my hand up and lay my palm on her ass cheek and gently rub it in circles. Lindsay reaches back and grabs my hand. I try to pull it back, but she holds on tightly, and then pulls my hand to the inside of her left thigh, and then pulls it upward.
I get the hint, sliding my fingers up until they come into contact with her soft smooth mound of freshly shaved flesh. My fingers dance over her skin, smoothing gently across the top of her middle and find where her groove begins. I pull my hand back, my fingertips sliding across her hot tender skin and she groans around my cock making me groan as well.
"God that feels good," I groan and Lindsay bucks her hips, I assume to tell me the same thing and I slide my fingers deeper, feeling the smooth silky folds of her inner lips. My thumb moves back and forth across her lower lips, enjoying the smooth soft feel of her privates. Wetness exudes from her slit, turning my thumb slick and I gently press it inward, parting her crevasse and sliding it around the entrance to her body with every stroke.
Lindsay groans again, and then she slides her mouth off of me, swallowing her spit and then kissing the head of my cock hungrily.
"Stop teasing me," she groans almost breathlessly. I press my thumb into her slit and it slides deep inside her pussy. I feel her tighten around my thumb and I squeeze my fingers into her slit, moving my whole hand forward and back, working it into her slippery juices and she trembles with excitement. My fingers part, sliding her lips between them, my middle fingertip sliding up and catching under the hood to her clit, making her jump and her pussy clamp on my thumb over and over again.
My cock swells even bigger and Lindsay takes it as a challenge, deep throating me as much as possible. I feel my balls tightening under her hand, and I know I'm close. If she keeps going, I'm going to explode. I tell her and she groans, her lips sliding up and down faster. Her lips make a slurping/sucking sound as she works my cock in and out of her mouth as if begging me to cum, asking me to feed her my seed.
I turn my hand around, sliding two fingers into her pussy and sliding my thumb between her lips which I then slide back and forth over her clit while my fingers curl inside her, finding her G-spot and rubbing it firmly. She gasps, pulling her mouth off of me, and then she climbs me, her mouth pressing against mine, her kiss is hungry and wanton. She keeps kissing me, and I reach between her legs, find her sopping wet pussy, and play with her clit some more. She whimpers against my mouth, panting and kissing and sucking and groaning with every touch.
I'm so excited, I've completely forgotten about myself. It's only her, and her need, her body, her desires. I've always wanted to make her happy, to be the best for her, to be impressive, to be everything she could ever want. Now, my middle finger curls up and down, rubbing her clit, and her hips jerk and spasm uncontrollably. She's about to cum. I know it. I could make her mother cum in seconds... just... like... this.
"Daddy," she gasps, her nipples brushing my chest, her hips bucking wildly. "You're going to make me cum," she squeals desperately.
