The Awakening

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For as long as I can remember my daughter Lindsey has always been my
favorite. At thirteen years old she has grown into quite an amazingly
beautiful young woman. She stands about five foot nine with incredibly long
legs, beautiful curves, wavy, sandy brown hair, and a gorgeous smile to
boot. She is super skinny. I could almost wrap both my hands around her
small waist. Her sweet little ass and 32C breasts are tantalizingly and
mouth wateringly turn heads everywhere she goes. Definitely more than a
mouthful! Sometimes I catch myself ogling her, quickly correct myself and
look away so that I’m not caught in an awkward situation.

It was just the other weekend that we were up at the lake. Lindsey had this
cute fluorescent orange bikini on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.
We were having chicken fights, my oldest son was on my shoulders, and
Lindsey was on her younger brother’s shoulders. I was making a video, and
to look at it later, my mouth dropped when the video exposed

Lindsey‘s nice firm breasts peeking out of the bottom of her bright orange
bikini top. As she fought him, her tits squeezed together forming a perfect
valley. My God she is gorgeous I thought. Later I watched the video and
sinfully I imagined myself jerking off into those beautiful tits.

My wife Danielle and I have been married for over twenty years, and
needless to say our sex life is basically nonexistent. I’ve done the best I
can to keep in shape, and I think I look pretty good for a fourty five
year-old man. All of Lindsey‘s friends say I’m the cutest of all their dads.

Let me begin by saying that my wife Danielle sleeps like a rock, sometimes
at night she’ll begin to obnoxiously snore. Unfortunately I am a light
sleeper and when she starts to snore there’s nothing in no way I can get
back to sleep I’ve tried kicking I tried bouncing on the bed pretty much
everything I can for snoring might stop for about a minute but then she
starts up again.

Now Lindsey for the past several years will come in during the middle of
the night because she’s had a bad dream. Most of the times I’m awake, and
I’ll feel a tap on my shoulder and Lindsey will quietly whisper “daddy I’ve
had a bad dream is it OK if I sleep with you?” Of course I’ve never had any
problem with Lindsey is lying in the bed in the middle the night and she’s
afraid. It’s completely normal that young girl like her to want some
comfort after she’s had a nightmare. I will have to say however, that
recently I’ve had some thoughts that have made me feel very guilty. After
all she’s not a little girl anymore.

As a matter of fact if I weren’t Lindsay‘s dad, I would have to say she’s
quite a sexy, little vixen with one hot little body.

As Lindsey slid into bed next to me, She rested her head on my outstretched
arm, and wiggled her little ass snuggly against might now semi aroused
loins. if I hadn’t been already, now I was completely awake. As Lindsey
settled in and begin to drift off to sleep, I became acutely aware but
there was not much separating my increasingly stiffening membrane and the
soft warmth of her untouched, incredibly alluring young pussy.

Lindsey customarily would wear one of the many oversized shirts that I had
given to her when she was much younger. Now that she had grown a few
inches, my old T-shirts would barely cover the bottom of the ass.

Tonight as she continued to make herself comfortable, the T-shirt that she
had draped over herself, began to rise up exposing her mid drift, and now
small fabric of her lacy panties, was the only thing that kept her from
being completely naked, lying next to her father in bed.

I laid pretty much motionless for about thirty minutes, all the while my
mind began racing, overwhelmed with thought that somehow,as wrong as it all
might be, I was very much sexually excited having this lush, physically
able body lying next to me in, my very sexually deprived state.

“How could you even think that!” I kept saying to myself, trying to punish
myself for even having a thoughts about being sexually attracted to my
thirteen year-old daughter. Yet, there I lay with an overwhelming desire to
reach over and softly touch that which no father should touch.

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