"Daddy?" A gentle prod to his ribs roused the dreaming Jack Baker. "Daddy?" A word he had heard many times in his dream, whispered, shouted and moaned.
He opened his eyes to see his actress daughter wearing the tiniest bikini he had ever seen. "What time is it?" His eyes saw that the top was loose enough for him to see the weighty globes of her breasts spilling out.
She left her hand on his shoulder. "It's almost three o'clock."
He sat up and took in her alluring body. He recognized the suit from the torrid girl/girl scene he had watched in the RV.
"We need to talk, Daddy." She said easily.
Jack thought they had so many things to talk about. Where to start?
"Dee Dee told me you watched one of my movies." She seemed so calm he thought.
"I, uh, ... well, yes." Did Dee Dee tell her that she was topless at the time, watched him climax at his daughter's on-screen blowjob and gave him a cleanup towel when he joined the male actor in his money shot.
"I don't mind, Daddy, but she said you were masturbating while you watched."
Jack tried to read her face for her thoughts on this, but couldn't find a hint, and then he looked down and saw her nipples were swollen behind the thin little triangles. Was she turned on by his very unfatherly act?
"I can't lie, I did." He smiled weakly.
Her hand rubbed his cheek. "It's okay Daddy, that's why we make the videos."
"You were very good in it." He tried to sound casual.
"Thanks, Daddy. I work hard at it."
"I even came twice." He admitted. He blushed furiously. Why would he tell her such a thing?
"Twice? I must have been really hot then." She kissed him. Not the daughterly busses on the cheek as in her past; she pressed her lips to his and held the kiss until each drew back panting.
The room was silent as they re-aligned their relationship.
Jenni whispered, "Want to watch another?"
Jack's eyes darted to the door. "What about your mother?"
His daughter giggled, "Mom's busy with the Oscars talking business."
"Sure, honey, pick one out." Jack rolled over on his back.
Jenni got out of bed and knelt at the DVD cabinet. Jack looked at the ass of a grown woman. She resembled her mother at this age; the tanned globes were round and tight with no pale lines anywhere. He would have to ask her about that later. She removed a DVD just a few to the left of the one he had selected.
"This is my first one." She put the disk in the player. "It's with Isaac. I volunteered to fill in for a girl who didn't show."
"What's it called?"
"Ass Virgins," My performance was the only true story on the DVD."
Her scene was the first chapter on the disc. She sat on the bed by Jack. While lying in bed with Allison rarely excited him, his daughter's almost naked body caused his cock to twitch under his thin white shorts. They both leaned back against the headboard as it started. Jack couldn't believe he was in bed with his daughter ready to watch her star in a porn video. This wouldn't have been possible at home. They would have both feared Allison's reaction at their sin. Why was such an explosive situation acceptable here? Jack didn't know.
It was a very basic sex video, except that the young man and woman who sat on a couch kissing happened to be his daughter and future son-in-law.
"Daddy, Isaac and I had been having sex before this, but the anal part was a first." The relaxed way his nubile daughter talked about having anal sex amazed Jack. A wall had vanished between father and daughter, but he couldn't fathom where it had gone or why it was no longer there.