Insomniac Father

Harold stumbled down the hall at 3 in the morning with sleep consuming his mind. His wife had gone to bed early with him that night, both falling asleep quickly after a long day’s hard work. For hours, he had tossed and turned until he, finally, woke up in a sweat. For months he had been having horrible dreams about him doing naughty– even evil– things to his daughter, causing his marriage to suffer and his physical well-being to deteriorate. He had not told the woman who he had been married to for over 25 years, since he had been 20, that he was having such dreams. How would he have the guts to tell her that he favored his daughter over her?

As he zigzagged down the hall, Harold found himself at the door of his daughter’s room. His daughter, Lauryn, had left the door ajar so a sliver of light fell into her room. Harold’s throat closed and dried as he found himself debating on whether to open her door and watch her sleep or to go back to his bed with his failing marriage.

Gulping down his fear, Harold lost his inhibitions and push the door open slowly. Light fell upon Lauryn’s back, her shoulders bare from the thin tank top that she wore to bed every night. Her brown hair flowered out onto her white pillowcase, the strands fanning out around her neck and shoulders. The soft pink sheets and throw blanket fell softly over her petite frame, complimenting her full hips. The blinds had been drawn shut earlier that evening to their second story home. Staring at the luscious curve of his daughter’s sixteen-year-old hips, Harold felt himself getting aroused. He had had a number of dreams the past months that had started out in this way and his body was beginning to react to the familiarity of the situation. As an instinct, his feet carried him to his Lauryn’s bedside. His roving eyes looked past his hairy chest and bloated belly to the young, vivacious body that laid before him, Harold felt his cock growing harder. Careful not to make her wake up, Harold released his cock and began to pump his fist up and down the thick length, his breath turning sporadic as he watched his daughter sleep.

Lauryn slept softly as her father jacked off to her sleeping form, his mind replaying the dreams of her bouncing on top of him with his dick inside her hot pussy after he had eaten her sweet pussy out. Harold sighed in pleasure as he fisted his cock faster. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his eyelids fluttered closed as he imagined himself violating his daughter.

After a few minutes Harold slowed to a stop, letting his boxers fall to the beige carpet under his feet.