The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how drained I felt - that feeling you get when you have over exerted yourself and haven't gotten enough sleep to replenish your reserves. My eyes fluttered open to the dark hotel room, just a slither of sunlight peeking through the curtains. I wasn't sure what time we had finally gone to sleep, but it was quite late. I looked over to where my daughter, Katie, was still asleep.
Seeing her there in the other bed, I had to laugh to myself. My 21 year-old daughter had given me the most amazing orgasm of my life, taking me to a place I wasn't sure I had ever reached before; yet after we had each taken a shower, we made the conscious decision to sleep in separate beds. Funny...
I watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, her long dark hair fanning out as she lay asleep on her back. I felt a stirring below as I thought back to the previous night. The way she touched me and played me like a fiddle; and that orgasm...my God. It was mind-numbing incredible.
How did we get here, I thought. Katie had told me that she planned to continue working as an escort until her final semester and was going to use the money she saved to help her get started when she graduated the next year. I thought about what she did for me...pictured her doing that for another man, and a flare of jealousy rose up inside me. Maybe that's why I didn't go off the handle when she told me. For starters, how could I rail her for working as an escort when I had been trying to hire one myself? But there was something else. Something deeper. Did her being an escort subconsciously give me permission to have sex with my own daughter? How long had I been harboring these feelings?
I wondered how this would affect our relationship. Would it be awkward? I really had no idea. I looked over at the clock. Room service would be arriving soon. We had the wear withal to hang the room service order outside the door before we went to sleep. I got up and answered nature's call; when I stepped out of the bathroom, Katie was sitting up.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said.
Katie stretched her arms over her head. "Mmmm, good morning. Almost time for breakfast?"
"Yup."
She rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. She had gone to bed wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that was so thin I could see her nipples, and a pair of white lace panties. I was wearing just a pair of boxer briefs because Katie - whether by design or not I did not know - neglected to pack my pajama bottoms, shorts, or even an extra t-shirt.
When Katie stepped out of the bathroom, I walked over to give her what would have been an awkward hug and kiss on the cheek, but was saved by a knock at the door. Katie slipped on a robe; I did the same, then answered.
The server rolled the tray in between the two beds.
"That's fine there," I said, slipping him a tip. "Thank you."
"Thank you, sir," he said as he left, "enjoy your breakfast."
Sitting up in my bed, Katie and I enjoyed a very nice (if not over-priced) breakfast. I had the Eggs Benedict while Katie had the French Toast; also included was a carafe of Cafe au lait, which we eagerly drank. When we had finished eating, I cleared the plates.
"So, what do you have planned for today?" I asked, as if this was all completely normal.
"Actually, for the first time in a while, nothing," she replied.
I was surprised. "No...clients today?" I asked in a tentative voice.
"Nope," she replied. "I'm all yours...unless you have plans."
I didn't. "What were you thinking?"
"Well, how about a movie? I've been wanting to see the latest Avengers while it was still in theaters. Interested?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"Good," she replied.
We hadn't really talked about what had transpired between us. We had lingered momentarily, basking in the afterglow, but then cleaned up and went to sleep. It had felt right at the time - to enjoy the moment rather than over analyze it - but I thought I should say something.
"Katie, about last night...First, I just want you to know that I don't regret what happened. It was amazing."
"I'd been thinking of doing that for a while," she admitted. "You seemed so lonely...without mom." She hesitated and when I looked over at her, there were tears welling up in her beautiful, green eyes. "Over the last year, I've felt closer to you than I've felt in a long time." Katie turned her body towards me. "And when I think of you...I've started to have these other feelings, feelings I know are wrong, but..."
I felt myself getting dizzy. This was a lot to take in.
