She had called. Broke up with her boyfriend. Yes, that was it. Came over soon after, to spend time while trying to get her life back in order. Then there had been an evening of warm, family reminiscence. The next day, yesterday, ... oh no! He had been gone for the day, left her alone and she had found his private files on the computer in his den. Oh, no! The sinking feeling when he had returned, finding here there, her face flushed with anger as she examined his images, his stories, all dealing with.... She had looked so disturbed, he had thought he would die. All the blood had seemed to drain out of him and all he had been able to do was apologize.

She had seemed understanding, but he surmised that he had deeply disappointed her.

But, then ... wait, there had been more.... Or had there been? Suddenly, he recalled his dream. In the dream they had just finished dinner. He had approached her from behind as she sat there, when he returned from bringing a dish to the kitchen. He had let his hands caress her neck, her shoulders. He had opened her blouse, button by button, then reached down and tweaked her nipples, held her breasts and then leaned over to kiss her.

What a dream! She had reciprocated, as he had shifted to his own seat. Laura, in this dream recollected vividly now, had unbuttoned his shirt, caressed his chest with her loving hands, then bent her head to kiss him.

Now he felt himself starting to grow hard. Yes, now he recalled exactly what then had happened in that wild dream! She had sat on his lap, they had made genital contact without actually ... without penetration. He had come. He felt the stickiness in his shorts. He'd had wet dream!

So that was the reason for the strange feeling that something awful and yet something wonderful had happened. The awful had been real, the wonderful had been a dream! John bit his lip in agonized self-criticism. He had hurt his relationship to the only person who now mattered to him. After Mary had left him, five years ago, he had tried to reach out to Laura but failed for some reason and the long silence between them continued until she had made that call. A decade of seeming indifference; then the wonder of father and daughter getting together again and on the best of terms ... until she had discovered "his secret life," the lonely virtual existence in cyberspace. There he could download explicit images and invent erotic fantasies to match them. There he could make virtual love as he once actually did with Mary. There he could let go ... let his incestuous fantasy run wild on the mindless screen.

John sighed and arose. Whatever had happened, life had to gone on, somehow. He showered and shaved and then made some coffee, wondering how he and Laura would continue to live here together after her discovery of his incestuous fantasy life.

Laura felt the light of the morning sun directly on her as her eyes blinked open. Morning at home! Away from that character she once thought she might marry, free at last of that increasingly menacing ex-boyfriend. Safe back home with father.

Father! Suddenly she recalled the predicament. She had trespassed on her father's privacy, butted-in on his own fantasy-life, something that was none of her business. She had had no right to let her own perverted fantasies take control, making it impossible for to stop searching his files, staring at the lurid images of father-daughter love-making, reading the arousing stories about daughters who wanted and finally had their fathers in bed!

She recalled that she had been reading a truly exciting such story -- written by her own father! -- when he had arrived back home and entered the den to find her there at his computer. She wondered now if her flushed face, her entirely aroused body, had communicated itself to him. Or did he think she was angry with him? In any case, he had gone totally white and apologized profusely for ... for what? She had put him in a terrible position by entering his dream life, his fantasies, where her presence, as real, was unwelcome. How would she had felt had he somehow entered her brain, as in some fantastic voyage, to decode her neural network to find there all those secret guilty but deeply exciting thoughts about ... about having sex with him!

As if triggered by the thought, her brain sent out shock waves of erotic messages. Yes, Dad, make love to me! I'm waiting for you, here in bed. Come to me. Take off my nightgown. Laura removed it and now, for further self-stimulation, whispered her words aloud, closing her eyes while murmuring the erotic message to the phantom presence of her handsome father.

"Oh, Dad, we shouldn't, we can't. Oh, your lips, your kiss! My mouth is open for you, Dad. Your tongue is a wonder -- now down there ... that's it, there!"

Laura spread her legs and gently touched her clitoris, letting her finger move over it lovingly. "Oh, Dad, your tongue! Now, turn, that's it, let me make love to you with my mouth. I'm sucking you Dad! Like I always wanted to when I was younger. Like I saw Mom suck you!"

Laura moved one hand up her belly to her breasts, then her mouth, inserting her thumb and moving it back and forth, sucking it, while probing her pussy with her other hand.

"Oh, Dad, yes, now fuck me! Do it, Dad, fuck Laura! Fuck your daughter just the way you always wanted to, the way you've dreaming about it, the way you've been writing about it! Fuck me!"

A moment later, Laura turned and went on her knees. She reached back and inserted a finger into her wet moist pussy and then probed her anus with it. She repeated this while whispering the hot taboo words about the sex act she had never experienced.

"Yes," she whispered, "now there, Dad. I'm a virgin there. I've been saving it for you. Like in that picture on your screen, Dad, let me have it ... slowly, slowly...."

Gradually, her anus adjusted to the penetration and her heated mind went into overdrive with pictures of her father-lover behind her, his potent organ poised at the gateway and then pushing forward.

"Oh, yes, Dad, fuck me that way! Put it in deep. So hot! So hot! Don't stop! Oh, Dad, my lover, yes!"

An orgasmic surge swept through her heated body and she collapsed, nude on the sweaty sheets.

For a while, she simply enjoyed the afterglow, but then her thoughts returned to reality. Laura sighed. Maybe she should leave soon. Cut short this stay. Yes, that would be best. For now, though, daily life had to continue. She arose and showered. She found herself spending more time at the mirror than usual, more time at little feminine chores she often did peremptorily but now lingered over. After completing her dressing, she popped her head into the kitchen where John was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee.

"I'm off, Dad, see you later," she called out, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh, yes ... huh, Laura, when will you be back?"

"Probably not until later this evening. I have a long day of interviews with various guys about a possible job in the area, including a dinner with one of them. So ... take care!"

John watched her leave and felt a little relief. For now, at least, the problem was put on hold. He sauntered into his den and sat at the computer. Laura had looked so attractive this morning. That blouse ... some of the buttons were open. Beautiful cleavage ... oh, no, John, get hold of yourself!

John tapped the keyboard to awaken his computer from its electronic sleep and then, hardly thinking, called up his file of images. There was an image of a young woman whose cleavage.... Yes, there.... He studied the image, his hand falling to his lap, where his robe now opened. His cock grew hard and he fondled it. Laura's breasts. He had kissed them in his wet dream. Now he could suck them, in his virtual world. He closed his eyes. Laura, Laura, yes, I love your breasts! As in his dream last night, she now climbed on his erect cock, enveloping it with her inner heat.

Knowing he was alone, John let go, letting his voice rise up and echo in the empty house.

"Yes, Laura, we're fucking! This is what I always wanted. Did you want it too baby? Here it is, take your Dad's hard prick into you! Fuck me, lover-Laura-baby, fuck your loving Dad!"

His mind reeled with the image of his daughter on his lap, now naked and hot, fucking up and down on his erection while he licked and sucked her heaving breasts. He threw off his robe and spread his legs and repeatedly doused his cock with saliva until its slippery texture simulated the hot cavern he so longed to actually enter.

"Oh, Laura baby, yes, yes, we're fucking, fucking!"

John hurriedly grabbed for some tissues and came into them.

Abruptly his mind switched back to reality. Wiping himself, he thought again of how this could possibly play itself out. He had shamed himself before her. She didn't even want to be in the same house with him. Hadn't she made some quick excuse to be gone the entire day? What a hopeless fool he was!

Late that evening, John paced the living room floor. It was fairly late. He had waited for quite a while, then readied himself for bed, stripping down to only his shorts. But then he had thrown on his robe and come down to the living room.

Now he wondered where she was. She should be coming home soon. But maybe ... maybe there really was a dinner with a "guy," who might or might not be a man. If a man, then, maybe there would be more than the dinner. Maybe his daughter Laura was at this moment in the hot embrace of some mature executive type, platinum credit-card and all, taking her to the most exclusive restaurant with the best wine list, the classiest service, the dimmest lights! He would ply her with liquor, promise her an important position, with details to be worked out ... at his place! Laura in his arms now. Laura bending down, opening his fly, reaching in, ... bending further ... going down! Laura sucking hard cock! Laura moving into position, taking it ... in her cunt! Turning, taking it in the ass!

Hell on earth, what was he thinking! John turned on the TV to try to deflect his mind from the seemingly relentless sex-oriented path it wanted to take. Maybe a cable TV movie. He flipped the remote control a bit to search the list of movies. Then he heard the door. He had given her a key the other day and now he heard it turn the lock.

"Hi, Dad, I'm back!" Her voice was full of good cheer, John noted, as if nothing had happened between them.

"Great, hi there! I hope you had a good day in terms of the job-hunting?"

"Not bad, but not settled yet. Planning to watch a movie? Maybe I'll join you, but first a quick shower. Back in a jiffy."

He watched her proceed upstairs, noting her shapely long legs and high heels. What a beauty! And so effervescent! He imagined himself just behind her as she climbed the stairs, thinking of himself in the third person, watching himself in his mind. He pauses. He lifts her skirt, moves his hands along her thighs, then works his tongue along her leg upwards, upwards as she bends to accept his homage to her lovely ass! He pulls down her panties and she spreads her legs for his mouth. His tongue finds her hairy moist center and probes it, in and out....

Almost in desperation, John tried to turn his mind back to the notion of watching a movie. He found one that was about to begin. Not a major one, apparently, since he did not recognize the names of the actors in the brief on-screen description of an R-rated thriller. Just before the credits came on, he was looking up toward the stairs where Laura was coming down and did not notice the further information on screen: N for nudity and SSC for "strong sexual content." John was feasting his eyes on his beautiful daughter, who was trotting downstairs in a white bathrobe after her quick shower.

She stretched out on the couch near his own easy chair, and as she did so he saw that the robe was loose, allowing him a brief and heart-thumping glimpse of cleavage and nearly bare thighs. Beneath that robe was a damp and totally naked lovely body!

"So, what's on, Dad? Anything good?"

"Huh? Oh, just a thriller of some sort, I don't know anything about it really, but it's the only movie that starts right about now."

"Okay, great, I'm prepared to be thrilled! Thrill me!" She laughed at her play on words and they settled in to watch the opening of the film.

The musical score matched the seductive movements of a female on screen. The young woman was dressing, starting from scratch. Against a dim background, the close-in camera view focussed on her legs as she put on her panties, then her stockings, then her very high-heeled shoes. As she did so, the woman bent and her natural breasts came into view, nicely shaped and large-nippled. The camera examined them as it traced the curvaceous lines of her lovely body.

John moved uncomfortably in his seat. One of those kinds of thrillers! He liked them, he had to admit it. He enjoyed the sex scenes. Except that now, if these were coming up, he would be watching them with Laura, his own Laura who knew of his secret fantasies. It was awkward, to say the least.

Laura watched the sexy movements of the woman on screen, with some dismay. Oh, no, what did I get myself into here? I can't very well get up and leave! Dad must be embarrassed, after yesterday. He'll think that I think that he arranged this to try to seduce me! But they're only fantasies. He doesn't really want to make love to me! And I don't want him to. I don't.

Laura stretched out a little more on the couch and her robe fell open even more so that one entire leg was now bare. I'm not going to be a stupid little girl and cover myself! That would only tell him that I'm thinking about.... No, I'll let that robe be. It doesn't mean a thing.

John's pulse quickened. That leg! Such a curve! Such an apparent smoothness! Made for caressing! He could go on his knees, gently kiss her toes first. Toe 1. Hmm. Toe 2. Now a little licking. Toe 3. A little nibbling. Toe 4. Lick, lick, nibble, nibble. Now the big one, made for sucking! Hmm! Then up the ankle, kissing but also with a hand moving along the smooth calf, then the incredibly smooth lovely thigh.... Damn it, what am I thinking!

John turned his attention back to the film. At last some sort of talk and action was occurring, but he found it difficult to concentrate. The sexy woman of the opening scene seemed to now be a bit frightened about something. She was calling someone on the phone. A detective. Somebody to watch over her, to protect her from some sort of threat. Cut to the next scene, as the detective arrives. Quite a handsome, mature man. Older than the woman, but not too old. She's interested. They talk of the threat, but the body-language promises incipient contact of an intimate kind.

John peeked at Laura and noticed that she had not moved to cover her bare leg. And in the upper area, her robe seemed to have opened a little further. Through the opening, he saw a soft alluring breast, a sweet nipple. Oh, Laura, baby, what you do to your Dad!

Laura felt warm. The film was not without interest but the living room had some sort of electricity in the air. It created heat. Her body was hot. She reached into her robe. She fingered a nipple, tweaking it, then caressed her breast. In the film, the intimate moment had arrived as the detective moved closer. Then his client was in his arms, her eyes filled with lust, her bosom heaving, her faced flushed. "It's been a long time," she whispered into the ear of the detective who pressed his body against hers, "too long!"

"You need me" the detective murmured comfortingly while his hands worked at the buttons of her blouse and as his tongue leapt into her ear.

"I need somebody to protect. And I need ... what you've got to give!" With that, the woman pushed off the detective's jacket, then his shirt was literally torn from his body, buttons flying away. Her lips found his chest and she kissed and licked her way down, falling to her knees to unbuckle his belt, then pull down his trousers. The camera shifted, examining her bare back and watching her head as it bobbed. The detective looked toward the ceiling, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, sighing in pleasure.

John felt hot. Laura's legs, her cleavage! And the steamy film with the young woman and the mature man now in sexual embrace. The multiple threads of eroticism formed an exciting pattern of stimulation. His cock became hard. He felt a sudden glow of added pleasure by reflecting on the voyeuristic aspect of it all. Watching the lovers on screen ... watching Laura ... and also watching Laura watch the lovers on screen. He discovered that the heady mix of erotic ingredients was given a kind of extra dash of spice through the element of voyeurism. Watching Laura was wonderful!

Laura became very wet. Her hand fondled her breast as her eyes focussed on the screen. Going down on him! The woman was making love to her older lover! The man could be her father! Such a handsome father! Oh, wild, wild! Laura's movement caused the other leg to come free of the robe. She found the thought of it exciting. The film became a incest story in her imagination as she fed it with an internal voice! She sucking her Dad's cock! Dad is watching the woman make love to her father! And Dad is also watching me! He dreams of making love to me. Dreams of my going down on him, like in the movie. Maybe, right now, he's thinking of it that way. Saying to himself: Laura, baby, yes, make love to my cock! Oh, yes, Dad!

But her inner heated words were unsaid.

As if by telepathy, a message scrolled out on John's inner screen: that man in the movie could be me! She's young enough to be his daughter. Hmm, yes, daughter sucking Dad's prick! Laura watching a Daddy and his daughter making love! I'm the man, Laura-baby, come suck!

But, like Laura, he remained mute, if breathing hard.

John studied Laura's bare legs and now he also had an even more exciting view: his daughter's bare breasts were almost totally on display! She was fondling herself! Oh, Laura, baby, watching you is great! Oh, baby, Dad wants to watch you. Go ahead, baby, do it, do it! Watch the daughter on screen as she sucks her Dad! Think about going down on me, baby!

Laura's eyes shifted to her father's tall muscular body, noting the rising organ and the heated look in his eyes. Let's face it, she thought, I want him to see me! I was kidding myself before, pretending about the leg, about the nipple, about all of it! I want him to see me. I want Dad to see my body!

Laura closed her eyes and let her hand fall toward her own warm wet center. Again, her inner excited voice took control. Yes! Dad watching! The woman sucking her Dad! Fantastic!

Now, as she let her eyes return to the screen, Laura saw the pair in deep sexual embrace, two bare bodies moving in unison as -- or, as if -- a father was fucking his daughter!

Laura swooned. She spread her legs even wider and probed her hot center. Oh, Dad, yes, watch me as I let go! I'm being fucked!

Laura panted, saying nothing aloud, enjoying the taboo moment in which father watched daughter give herself pleasure as both watched the imagined incestuous scene on film.

Laura glanced toward him again. Did Dad know what she was thinking? No, of course not. The secret erotic joy of fantasy-incest, of just letting go in one's mind, not aloud, not for real, only letting go there in one's ultimate privacy, that meant nobody else could know. He had no idea of her secret desires.

John felt himself enter another world governed only by the pleasure principle. And pleasure passed over into ecstasy. His daughter in a sexual frenzy! Laura finger-fucking herself! Laura letting me see it! Opening her robe. Her wonderful glorious incredible breasts! Oh, Laura, baby, yes, yes!

But John said nothing aloud, as he opened his own robe now and brought out to full view his engorged large cock. He applied saliva to it and, watching Laura all the while, began to slowly jerk-off. His inner conversation played with idea of it. Oh, yes, Laura baby, Daddy is thinking about fucking you, lover-baby-daughter. Remember how Dad used to fuck your Mom? Remember how you watched? How Mom asked for more, how she couldn't get enough of hard-man-husband-father-Dad-cock in her cunt, her mouth -- remember? John's inner voice brought him to the very edge of total loss of control as he pumped his now massively erect organ.

Laura panted, then whimpered as she saw with inflamed excitement that her father was masturbating right there, beside her! His cock was enormous! A lovely head, so ... appetizing! Oh, Dad, if only ... oh, yes, if only I could ... suck! The way Mom used to suck! I used to watch as she made love to your cock in the dim light. Licking, sucking. Laura suddenly went out of control. She stood and quickly threw off the robe, then threw herself back down on the couch. She spread her legs in total abandon, one on the floor, the other high up on the couch itself. Her hands worked on her labia, found her clitoris and rubbed it with ferocity.

Then her previously only inner voice broke free. "Oh, Dad, yes, get undressed, I want to see you too!" she cried out aloud to her startled father.

John threw off his robe. "Oh, baby, you know I dream of fucking you, but we can't, we won't!"

His mind was a whirlpool in which a flow of sensations and desires flooded his brain and raced rapidly through his entire body. The world was incredible! Such a thing, this thing that was happening! His daughter! Wanting her father! Taboo! Fantastic! Wrong! Wonderful! He pulled down his shorts.

Laura felt herself move into another plane of being. There was only the hot incessant heat of her innermost moist center. Demanding. Wanting. Needing. She felt herself become an open living fire, consuming the final taboo.

Laura looked up at her father and their eyes locked.

"Come to me, Dad. Come."

John fell toward her, a moth to the flame.

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