Father Fucks Me HARD !!

Jack woke up with a raging hard on. Thinking about the 100% verified real incest videos he watched the night before. Morning wood was the best wood as Marion often observed, thick and hard with the skin smooth and tight over his engorged shaft. On the weekends they would often delay getting up and make love in the soft dawn glow filtering through the curtains. When the children were little this was often the only time to be alone and the faint sound of morning cartoons had been a frequent soundtrack to their lovemaking through the years. But Marion was at work already as he lay in the sheets with his erection making a fine tent. He had had a very erotic dream about Eleanor.

In his dream she stood before him naked, her mouth open in hot desire as she looked up to kiss him, their tongues thrashing as he squeezed her full breasts. As he fondled her breasts he felt his arousal grow and his need became desperate as he tried in the dream to enter her. Then he woke up, still hard and desperate, the bed beside him big and empty, so he couldn’t roll into Marion’s waiting and welcoming embrace for a morning quickie.

He reached for the laptop and opened a tab to his favourite porn site, searching for “big tit POV” videos to continue the dream. He found one that looked sort of like Eleanor, longish blonde hair, young, curving thighs, large breasted. He pushed his boxers and the sheets down and started stroking himself.

Eleanor padded quietly down the hall. She was always light on her feet thanks to ballet classes when she was little. She needed some info from dad for her student loan for the next semester at university and hoped that he was awake. The door to mom and dad’s room was ajar. She heard some rhythmic breathing and peeked around the corner, assuming that dad was still sleeping heavily. Pulling her head back, she stifled her gasp so that he wouldn’t know she was there. Dad was very naked on top of the bed and very much rubbing his very large and erect penis while watching some porn on the laptop.

She took a few moments to compose herself and then risked another peek. Dad’s attention was on the computer screen, so she could risk a better view. She knew she shouldn’t be watching, but she couldn’t help herself. She was transfixed by her daddy’s open sexuality. She admired his middle aged body and hairy chest. She was in awe of the size and thickness of his erection. Mesmerized, she watched how he varied the touch on his hard shaft, stroking slowly, sometimes circling his swollen purple head, and sometimes gently brushing the tight skin underneath. With his other hand, he would cup and caress his large balls, pulled tight in their scrotum. Slowly she unzipped her shorts and pushed her fingers inside to rub at her swelling clitoris as she watched. She was fascinated when his breathing quickened and his grip tightened into the classic closed fist she had used to give boyfriends hand jobs. Faster and faster dad stroked as she rubbed her clit harder and harder. With his free hand he reached over and grabbed a tissue from the bed side table, quickly spreading it on his abdomen while he continued to pump his cock and watch the screen from which Eleanor could hear moans as the woman in the video reached her own climax. With a grunt, dad shot his thick load onto the tissue, continuing to gently work his cock as it softened, extracting every bit of come and pleasure from it. Eleanor pulled her head back, jamming a hand into her mouth to stifle a moan as the tremors of her own orgasm shuddered through her.

Eleanor retreated quickly to her room, her thoughts jumbled, her mind buzzing. She pushed her shorts down and reached under the bed for her ‘special box’. Last semester her Women’s Issues club had done a trip to the local sex shop to learn more about female sexuality and while there she had bought herself a large thick vibrating dildo which she brought home at end of semester and hid in the same place that she had always hidden private treasures. A dildo was a bit different from shiny rocks and pictures of pop stars, but it was secret, and a treasure. She said to her girlfriends that her dildo was the best boyfriend she’d ever had. Hurriedly she lay on the bed and spread some lube and turned it on. Opening her thighs she slowly inserted the silicone toy into her waiting, hungry vagina. As she stroked it in and out her other hand searched her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, caressing over her stomach and through her bush, tweaking her nipples. Oh God! How she wished for a man’s hands on her right now. She hadn’t met a boy good enough to take to bed all year and she felt the aching desire of it now. Her hand moved down to her bush again, and her finger began rubbing at her swollen clitoris, keeping rhythm with the thrusting of the dildo. Her mind drifted back to what she had just seen, and in her memory she watched her dad stroke his hard cock and she matched the tempo to her memory. She imagined her father leaning over her. She wondered what it would feel like to have her daddy push his hard lust into her. Shuddering, she gasped for breath as the waves of her climax rolled over her and carried away her whispered “Oh daddy…”

Jack cleaned himself up and got dressed. Working over his feelings about his recent dream, he went in search of breakfast. Eleanor should be up, he’d see if she wanted any tea. He got to her door and was about to knock when he heard a faint buzzing and panting breath. He paused for a moment, listening to her panting and imagining what it might look like. His hand hovered over the door knob, tempted to burst in and capture a voyeuristic look of his daughter while she pleasured herself. It was his favourite genre of porn after all. But he thought better of it. It was her private moment and she hadn’t invited him in to watch. Making a hasty retreat he went downstairs and filled the kettle and let his arousal subside.

Eleanor entered the kitchen wearing a tank top and shorts as he was buttering some toast. “Hey sleepy head. Tea’s ready.”

“‘Morning daddy!” she came up to him and put her arms around his neck with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” she gave him a big kiss on the cheek before breaking the hug and taking the offered mug of tea.

Jack regarded his daughter thoughtfully. “Yes. I had a really good dream.” He felt himself blush a bit at the thoughts he was now having as he surveyed the curvaceous woman sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea.