This is part 2 of the story, please read part 1 first.
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"What did I do?" my mind reeled with the thought of last night. I mean, certainly, I had no idea that I was making love to my daughter Jenna last night. It had to have been my wife, Amanda. There was no way my suspicions could be true, was there? Then I would flash back. She pulled her panties aside, not me. She pushed back against my thrusts, which meant that she was awake. Or maybe she was reacting in her sleep. But no, there is no way she could have slept through the force of her orgasm. I felt her entire body shudder when she came.
"Something wrong, dear" Amanda asks, putting a plate of pancakes on the table in front of me.
"Um, just still half asleep I guess," I stammer. I can't stop the images running through my mind. My daughter impaled on my hard cock, moaning and writhing as I push myself deeper. My cock starts to stiffen. I need to stop this, but my mind keeps replaying the sound of Jenna's orgasm, the feeling of her muscles clenching around my cock.
"You look terrible, maybe you should take it easy today." She says, returning to the stove, "Pancakes Jen?"
"Just one mom," Jenna replies, looking at me with a mischievous grin," I am still full from last night." I can't help noticing her hand slowly rubbing her lower abdomen.
I must have gone pale when I saw that because Amanda came over and looked down at me, her hand pressed against my forehead. "Hmmm, no temperature," she says, "But I want you to go back to bed. You look terrible baby."
"I'm not a little boy," I reply, somewhat petulantly, making both Amanda and Jenna laugh. I get up from the table and make my way back to the bedroom, still in a state of shock. I lie down on my bed, burying my head under my pillows. My head is swimming with the thoughts of what I did to my little girl last night. I roll onto my stomach as my cock swiftly fills with blood, thickening and stiffening. I decide to wait until my wife and daughter leave so I can take care of this burning desire. I know exactly what images will be in my head and that just makes my cock grow harder. I hear the women getting ready for their trip to the mall. My mind goes into overdrive, knowing they will be gone all day. I will have plenty of time to go through the fantasies that are now running through my head. My imagination is putting my little girl in all kinds of poses, not a single one of them having any business in a fathers mind.
Sometime later I hear the sound of the front door closing. In the distance, I hear my wife's car start up and pull out of the driveway. Thinking everything is clear, my hand slips under my body and reaches for my cock.
"Daddy?" my daughters voice makes my heart skip a beat.
"I thought you were going to the mall with your mom," I croak nervously, my heart in my throat.
"I told mom I wanted to make sure you were feeling ok", Jenna replies, "and last night..."
"Jenna, ummmm," I stammer, "last night was..." my voice slowly drifts off
"I know daddy, you thought I was mom."
"Yeah sweetie, I didn't mean, well, I'm trying to say that..." I mumble, "I didn't know it was you."
"Daddy, its ok," my beautiful little girl says quietly, "I know you would never do anything to hurt me."
"But what I did was totally wrong sweetie," I mumble, certain that she will be scarred for ever, "Even if you were your mother, it was something that I should have never done if you were in bed too."
"Daddy?" she says softly, almost whispering.
"It can't happen again," I decide out loud, "I know you are afraid of storms honey, but you can't come into bed with us anymore."
"I haven't been afraid of storms since I was 14, daddy," Jenna admits.
"What? Then why do you come into my room whenever it storms?" I ask, confused.
