Home Alone 14

My life is suddenly very stressful. What started as simply an afternoon of stress relieving self-pleasure, ie; masturbation, has led to the very real fear that I have not only put my marriage but also my future in jeopardy. It started so innocently too! No judge would ever believe the series of events were totally out of my control or that I could not have taken control at some point. I guess perhaps I could have? I certainly won’t pretend that a part of me, other than my dick, didn't enjoy the adventure thus far, however the stress of worrying about my wife finding out about this is killing me.

After getting home from the game I basically went straight to bed. The drive home from Susan’s house was quiet, maybe even awkward in a way as I know we were both likely tired from all the adrenaline today but also I don’t think either of us knew what to say. Had things totally gotten out of hand? Sort of, but no one ever really said “No” either. Should I have tried to talk to my daughter? Yes! This was really the first time we had truly been alone and I was so tired that I blew it. We drove home, went inside and saying something about being tired excused I myself to retire early.

I usually sleep in loose fitting boxers. These give me a feeling of comfort and occasionally will even sleep nude. This has worked in my favor a few times. Not as often lately as when we were first married but I have been awakened over the years by my wife either rubbing or kissing on my manhood. As luck would have it, a few hrs later, having napped a while, I am having a very realistic dream in which I am on the receiving end of a very familiar feeling and very wet blow job.

This has simply got to be pretty much every man’s favorite way to awaken but this once it seems very odd to me and even a little disturbing. I can only think that this is due to having recently had so much variety of experience and you might even say I’d been abused in a way, but regardless this was so familiar and nice that I awoke and immediately knew what was happening. (Thank goodness, can you imagine if I had said the wrong name or reacted badly?) The Mrs. has never been bad at fellatio exactly but somehow I think one of the girls in that bathroom could teach her a few things! (I seriously hope it wasn’t either of my daughters.) And with that series of thoughts, I decided to take matters firmly in hand and proceeded to work the wife around into a more mutually agreeable position.

She seems pleased to have this result and as I bring her closer to climax she is progressively less attentive to me and more engrossed in her feelings. This being perfectly natural I of course don’t mind, actually I am not sure how much more sucking my dick can take, though I am fairly certain I can still go for some full on sex if its in the offerings. After a time my bride reaches climax and relaxes into a restful pose, as we lay there spooning, I am reeling from this roller coaster ride of sexual activity. Having been married a while we are both used to the idea that there are times when one of us will initiate sex and sort of take turns at the finish line so to speak. As we get older, it’s not always about our own climax, sometimes it just doesn’t come, so to speak! Sorry Kids, I’m sure you don’t believe me but…

So, I am holding my naked wife, enjoying the feel of her skin next to my own. The intimacy is far different, more intense in some ways but also less exciting… Why is this? Clearly the risk factor is not present with my wife. In my half wakefulness I wonder, do I now need the added rush of adrenaline to get me off? Was the thrill from semi-public exposure? Was it the taboo of young girls? Not the incestuous part, I think? I fall back asleep with these thoughts……

Some few hours later, not only needing to tend to my bladder but with my arm pinned under my wife I have to get up. Coming back into the bedroom, seeing that Mrs is still nude, I feel a slight stirring and consider waking her in similar fashion as to our earlier episode. We both have busy schedules the next day so I resist this impulse and slip into some boxers before stepping towards the kitchen for a quick drink.

There seems to be more than just the dim glow from security lighting down the hall as I glance towards my youngest daughter’s room. Thinking that perhaps a TV got left on I turn to investigate. I am not a big guy, but I also am not that lithe. I do not tend to tiptoe around, is what I’m trying to say. As I look into my daughter Miley’s room I see that the glow is coming from her IPad. She doesn’t hear me cause she has earphones in and she is watching BJ Porn! Stunned, I am uncertain what to do. Before our latest episode I would have freaked out, maybe? But now? Should I just leave? Should I try to talk to her? The light from the display is pretty bright. It takes only a few moments for my brain to register 1st that she is naked and 2nd that she is touching herself. Before I can extract myself she senses me there in her room.

When she looked into my eyes, I got hard. Don’t judge me! It wasn’t like I planned it or could have controlled it in any way. It just happened. She scrambled to cover herself and hastily dropped the IPad, screen down, which thankfully dimmed the room considerably. Before I could extricate myself she switched on the bedside lamp which has a dimmer so it is not bright either really.

“Daddy? Um, what uh, did you need something? I mean…” she stumbled.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I saw a light and thought you, um, left something turned on?” I replied, turning back into the room.

Glancing at my groin, she quips, “It does kind of look like something is turned on.”

As I glance down the fly of my boxers is open and at least 4 inches of my almost fully erect penis is proudly on display.

“Really Dad, how long have you been watching me this time? Just when did you become such a horn dog? I heard you and Mom earlier tonight too, can’t you get enough?” As she is asking this she is staring boldly at my cock so instinctively I attempt to cover myself. Seeing my obvious embarrassment she boldly lunges forward and tugs down my boxers. “You’ve obviously been checking me out so I think I should get a turn to do the same, this time without an audience.”

I am about to protest but before I can she grabs my dick and pulls me in her direction as she sits back on the side of her bed. It occurs to me that I am now standing in the younger of my two daughters’ rooms completely naked. Not only is she also naked but she has my cock firmly in hand and I have no chance of denying that I am turned on as I am as hard as iron.

“So, if I was to call out, which do you think would get here first, Mom or Kylie? I mean, I’m sure my being naked in my room might be a little suspect to them but you being here, and there’s your boxers on the floor too!” Miley says with a quavering whisper in her voice.

Her hand is shaking slightly, I think, but she is still holding me firmly. I have no idea where this is going, or how I should feel about it. Frankly after the last few days I am almost conditioned now to just ride it out. It’s not like I have much choice, I mean I do, I could loudly protest. I could pop her on the hand grab my shorts and retreat. I might even be able to assuage my wife about tonight’s events but the rest? I can’t see or think my way out. Besides, most of what has occurred has been pretty damned awesome. Not anything I would have thought to try, especially with my girls, but these young girls today are very different from the girls of a couple of decades back! The internet has brought them knowledge of things beyond their years.

“I know you had fun at the ball field yesterday. But I didn’t get my turn. I haven’t ever tried this but since you’re here and you’re obviously ready maybe you can give me some pointers?” She says as she grins up at me while pulling my cock towards her mouth.

“Woah, Um, are you sure you wanna…” And looking down I see my little girl first lick and then tentatively nibble at the underside of the shaft of my penis. She starts behind the head, works down nearly to the base then back up. As I think she is about to take the head in her mouth she leans away and looks up again. Is she checking to see if I am watching?

“OK so far? She asks, like I could possibly complain. I mean, I should be but really I can’t! Well not complain exactly but I should protest, right? My mind is shutting down and my libido is taking over.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong, OK?” I hear, as she once again rejoins the task she has set to doing.

I twitch a time or two as I feel her teeth, and she is quick to respond as I make little grunts and noises as things progress. I have no idea how long we are thus engaged but I realize pretty soon that if I don’t stop her I am going to cum in her mouth! Again, this is my daughter! I can’t just cum in my daughter’s mouth the 1st time she gives me a BJ.

I know I am close so I pull back, at 1st she leans in but then as if she knows what’s up she leans back and grabbing my dick firmly she squeezes it as she pumps me rapidly. I shoot my load in her hair, on her tits, and a few drops on her face. I am about to apologize but looking down I see a look of pride and accomplishment that rips my fear and embarrassment away, replacing it with a sort of pride as well. Wait, am I proud of my daughter now because she can suck cock so well? I guess so? Before I can stop her she has my boxers in hand and is cleaning herself up with them!

“You can’t!” I say, but it’s too late. “I really, um , wish you hadn’t done that.” I studder.

“Really?” she asks, looking slightly hurt! “Which part?” she says, looking at me with a gleam that reminds me of Kylie’s friend Susan.

“Well, I kind of need those boxers!” I respond.

“You can have them, but you don’t really need them.” I’m sure Mom and Kylie are both sound asleep and if not they’ve seen it all by now. “Actually I think I’m gonna keep these tonight! I’ll wash them out for you when I shower in the morning and I might even return them!”

“Seriously? You want me to leave your room naked and walk back through the house like this?” I ask incredulously.

“I suggest you go quietly. Unless you want to wake them?” she giggles, as she squirms across the bed away from me.

Standing there I once again get a good look at this beautiful young girl, perched naked on her bed. I can’t yet process all that has transpired but I also can’t really argue. I simply turn and stealthily make my way back to my bed. It isn’t until I am climbing into bed, naked, that I realize I never asked Miley about the porn she was watching. I briefly considered getting up and getting more boxers but why risk disturbing the wife……

I sleep a deep sleep and awake to my alarm. The noises in the house tell me it is a normal weekday. Time to start the day and not a lot of time to lay around. What a strange dream last night! Wait, I am naked, in bed. I recall Laura waking me last night, not sure what got into her but a night time BJ, it’s been a while since… wait was that other a dream? God I don’t know if I want it to be a dream or not! What does it say about me if I am having nocturnal fantasies about my teen daughters? Am I losing it? Ok, Edward, think! You went to bed naked, you had a nice interlude with the wife then fell asleep. Now you are awake, get up, grab a shower, and go to work! After the last few days, it had to have been a dream.