Jack begins to stir as the early morning light starts to come through the window. He thinks to himself, ‘I really must get a blackout blind for that window.’
As he snuggles up to his wife, Anna, in the same position as every morning, he wonders how they manage to do it. No matter what position they’re in when they go to sleep, they always wake up lying on their left sides with his left arm under her neck, and his right arm draped over her body (and invariably cupping one of her delicious, firm breasts in his right hand) while spooning her.
It’s been that way ever since their first night together. Whatever they do feels natural. They seem so in sync with each other. Every morning, Jack wakes up with this beautiful woman in his arms, and the biggest hard-on as it presses against her backside—well, it’s more like into the crack of her ass.
***
As he thinks back, he remembers the first night in their new home in Park Lane, ‘We were still so young, and it was the first time either one of us had lived with anyone of the opposite sex.’
He remembers what Anna told him.
"Now that we're committed, if you ever want sex, day or night, you only have to ask me. I don't care if it’s in the middle of the night, if you want to fuck me, just ask. I never want you to ever want another woman, so I intend to keep you satisfied forever."
Anna was true to her word. She didn’t ever deny sex for Jack—far from it! She was “always” horny. That first night, they’d decided to christen every room in the house and garden, as well as the balcony. They fucked all night long and only slept as the sun started to rise. It was a magical night, and just thinking about it made Jack horny.
***
He desperately wants to fuck Anna at this very moment, but he knows he has to gently wake her first. He needs her wet, or he can't get his large, eight-inch cock into her because it’s too big. She only needs a little of her natural lubrication, and she’ll be ready to take him.
Jack starts to gently caress Anna's breasts, and her nipples spring to life straight away. She has the most sensitive breasts he's ever known. He’s always proud of the fact that he can actually make her cum by sucking on her nipples. He's never known any previous girlfriend who he could do that to.
Anna immediately starts to stir. She slowly wiggles her hips a little, as if her ass is checking to see how hard his cock is. Those two parts of each other’s bodies know each other well—they’ve developed a beautiful relationship.
He gently moves his hand over her breasts to her toned, flat stomach—even after giving birth to their daughter, Sofia, and son, Mark, she's never lost her figure. If anything, she looks better than before. Hours spent in the gym together help, but she’s mainly genetically gifted. She has the most beautiful, long, tanned legs that look amazing in anything, especially anything short! Her ass is a classic, firm, and rounded peach shape. Jack is sure he's never seen a better-looking ass on any woman.
***
At five-feet-seven-inches, she’s quite tall, especially when she wears heels, which is perfect for a man of Jack's height—he stands six feet-two inches tall and has always had a thing for tall women.
She has large breasts for her body shape, which always get her a lot of attention. Anna isn't only a body, she’s beautiful, too. She has long, black hair that always looks silky and shiny as it frames her angelic-looking face. She has big, brown eyes, a cute little nose, and full, plump lips.
***
Jack slides his hand lower, toward her pussy. Her legs are closed, but she opens them with very little persuasion, and allows him to slide his fingers between them. Even without having to do anything, she’s already moist. He slowly slides his middle finger down to her pussy, between her soft lips, and slides the tip of it inside of her. She responds again by moving her ass back against his cock.
She’s definitely starting to stir. It won't be long before he’s where he wants to be—balls deep inside of her. He wants to pound into her and feel the warmth of her tight pussy as it grips his cock. It’s his favourite place on earth. It’s where he wants to be every minute of every day, but it isn't possible because they wouldn't ever get anything done. But he’s going to be there soon, and he can't wait!
He begins to apply more pressure to her clit—not too fast, and not too slow—but only enough to get her to the right place. Jack wants to wake her with an orgasm… she loves that! Once the first orgasm of the day is out of the way, her pussy is his.
The familiar signs are there—he feels her pussy responding, and her hips are starting to move. Jack shows his desire by sliding his rock-hard cock between the cheeks of her ass as his pre-cum helps lubricate the crevice between them.
Suddenly, Jack hears a voice. It's hos daughter Sofia.
"Daddy?"
He freezes, slightly. He knows if they remain still and quiet, she’ll go back to her own room.
His daughter calls out again.
"Daddy?"
Jack is a little annoyed. ‘Why couldn't she have slept just a little longer?’ He makes a mental note to get a blackout blind for her room, too.
Sofia's voice is becoming insistent.
"Daddy? Daddy?"
Her voice seems louder. Without opening his eyes, he knows she’s in the room.
‘If we don't move, she might think we’re sleeping and go play in her own room.’ Jack is lying as motionless as he can, and he knows Anna is doing the same…she knows the drill. If they can only convince Sofia they’re asleep, they might be able to carry on.
But Sofia isn’t giving up.
"Daddy? Daddy? What are you doing?"
Jack is confused. Sofia sounds so close.
"What are you doing, Daddy?"
Her voice is louder. She’s right next to the bed. There isn’t any use carrying on, so Jack opens his eyes and turns to his right to speak to his daughter, but she isn't there.
BAM!
‘This isn't my house in Park Lane, it’s a big, fancy hotel room!’
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It’s all flooding back to me. I’m not at home in my old house in Park Lane or with my wife. I’m in a resort in the Caribbean with my grown up, naked daughter (Sofia), whom I’m currently cuddled up to.
I’ve been dreaming! It isn't Anna’s pussy I have my hand on, it’s Sofia's! It isn't Anna's ass that I’m rubbing my cock against, it’s my daughter’s! I quickly pull my hand away and try to pull my arm out from beneath her.
"I'm sorry, Baby! I'm really sorry! I thought you were your mom."
Sofia replies with her sleepy voice.
"It's ok, Daddy. I wasn't sure if you were dreaming or just horny from last night. I didn't want to stop you."
"No, Sofia, you should’ve stopped me. I'm your father."
Sofia sounds so calm.
"It's ok, Daddy. It's ok. I don't mind."
What can I say?
"But it's not right, Baby. You know it's not!"
She sounds cocky.
"Yeah, but you were asleep. You didn't know it was me—did you?"
I’m not sure if that was a question or a statement.
"No, baby, I thought I was with your mother at our old house in Park Lane."
"Is that how you used to wake mommy up?"
What can I say, it is how I used to wake her mommy.
"Um, yes, sometimes I’d do that."
"Lucky mommy! Do, you always wake up hard like this?"
She reaches behind herself, squeezes my cock, and I jump a little at her action.
"Um, yes. Yes I do, but you shouldn't touch me. You shouldn't…you know...touch me down there."
Sofia laughs.
"Oh, Daddy. Do you think I've never touched a cock before?"
"No, Baby, I definitely ‘know’ you've done that. I saw you with the two guys in the club last night, remember?"
Now it’s Sofia’s turn to apologize. She takes her hand off of my cock straight away and turns to face me. The covers are pulled back, so I can see her beautiful, tanned body in all of its glory.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry. I behaved dreadfully. I acted like a slut. Please forgive me. I don't know what came over me?"
I joke with her.
"Well, I saw two guys. Were there anymore?"
She laughs.
"Daddy, this isn’t the time for your silly jokes. You shouldn't have had to see me doing that. I'm sorry!"
"It's ok, Baby. You're a grown woman. You’re your own person. I can't tell you what you can or can't do. Besides, you looked like you were enjoying yourself!"
"I was, but you weren't supposed to see me."
"I was looking for you because I was a little worried about where you’d gone. When I saw you in the club, I was going to leave then I thought you might be there against your will, until I saw your face. You looked so engrossed in what you were doing. You definitely looked happy about it, that's for sure! Did you have fun?"
She sounds embarrassed.
"Yes, but that's not the point. I don't expect my own father to watch me get fucked by two guys I'd just met in a bar."
I laugh.
"I guess that's not something you see every day. I wasn’t the only one, either. There were a few other people watching, too. Do you like that? You seem to have a thing for audiences."
"Uh, Daddy, what a question!"
I try to matter-of-factly explain my thinking as if it’s something you normally say to your twenty-five year old daughter.
"Well, I'm just saying! You’ve had sex here twice, and both times you've been watched. I think you're an exhibitionist."
She almost apologized.
"I guess I am, Daddy. It does excite me. I love being watched."
"You’re so much like your mom. She loved that, too."
"Really! You and mom used to have sex in front of strangers?"
"Yes, we did. Your mom used to love shocking people, and I could never say no to her."
"You miss her, don't you?"
"Yes, Baby, of course I do. We were together for a long time before she left me. She was the love of my life."
I’m sad at that thought.
"I know I look like her. Is it hard to spend time with me?"
Sofia is right. She does look so much like her mom, but she’s actually more beautiful.
"It’s confusing sometimes, Baby. I won’t lie, I have to remind myself, at times, that you're my daughter."
"I know, Daddy. I've seen you looking at me, but it's ok. I don't mind."
I laugh.
"You, young lady, don't mind anyone looking at you!"
We laugh together.
"It's ok though, Daddy. I honestly don't mind."
I try to explain.
"I know, Baby, but it's not right for me to look at you that way. You’ve turned into a beautiful woman, and I'm so proud of you. It’s just that you do look so much like your mother, and I’m only a man at the end of the day."