A Dad’s Fantasy: Chapter 2

A Dad’s Fantasy
This is a fictional story. A few of the people are based off real people in my life. Their names have been changed to protect all involved. If this was a perfect world, and I could have a genie in a bottle or an amulet that granted my wishes I might actually wish for this. Otherwise, this is all just my personal fantasy that I find therapeutic to express and share.
This is a continuation of A Dad’s Fantasy.

I fell asleep running my hand over her sweat glistened back and running it through her soft hair. I had to have stayed awake for at least 15 or twenty more minute. The whole time I was still in her, slowly becoming softer. I think she fell asleep just a minute or two before me.
The next thing I remember was waking to the two of us in the same position and her just smiling up at me.

Chapter 2:

I gave her a smile back.
“That’s a cheesy grin.” I said.
With that she just squeezed her vaginal muscles around my cock. I was still in her after all that time asleep. I moaned.
I looked at the clock and saw it was barely 7am. We had only been asleep for 4 and a half almost 5 hours. It felt like I had slept solid for 8 rejuvenating hours instead.
“How long have you been up?” I asked.
“About an hour.” She said. “You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. Then I felt you grow in me about ten minutes ago. It was amazing. I just about came.”
“That does explain the grin.” I said realizing I must have had morning wood.
I brushed the stray bed-head hairs from her beautiful honey colored eyes. I didn’t want that moment to end, but I knew my next question might crash the party.
“So…about last night, where do we go from here?”
“I was thinking about that. I need to think some more. Why don’t you take a shower while I cook breakfast? How does French toast and bacon sound?”
“Wonderful.” I replied.
She sat up on my driving my hard cock deep in her. We both groaned in pleasure. She rolled her hips causing my cock to move slightly in and out of her pussy. I thought we would have another session of sex but, she got up off me and walked out of the room.
I watched her walk away from me, naked. Her shapely ass swayed teasingly as she turned the corner and headed down stairs. She didn’t bother to even go to her room to grab a robe or a night shirt to cook in.
I threw my head back on my pillow and thought, “What the hell are you thinking, Stefan? You’re daughter?!”
A little red guy must have appeared on one of my shoulders because the next thing I heard was, “Not your daughter. Your STEP-daughter, and she’s technically not even that anymore. She’s a sexy, legal, 18 year old sex pot.” Tasha’s mom, my late wife, passed away about 4 years earlier.
In the other ear I heard, “She’s you daughter as far as your heart and the courts are concerned. Don’t do this.”
“But it was so-O-o perfect. No woman has ever made you like that. Never.” the antagonist said.
“I can’t argue with that.” the other said. Or, did I say that aloud.
Either way, I finally got up and picked out some clothes for the day and laid them across the bed. I then hopped into the shower and cleaned myself up. The hot water cascaded over my body, relaxing every muscle. I felt like I was 18 all over again. I got out and shaved while I dripped dry. Then I went to get dressed.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, one leg in a pair of boxer briefs when, Tasha called up saying breakfast was ready. The image of her down there naked caused me to join her the same way. I removed my leg from the underwear and tossed them next to the rest of my clothes. I marched confidently down to the kitchen in the buff.
The table waste with only one set of silverware and one very large glass of orange juice.