Gosh I have been having weird dreams lately. It was not until recently I found out why. Now my dreams have stepped into reality.
Let me explain: Twelve years ago the lady of my dreams, my wife, died in childbirth. I was left with our daughter Eleanor in my care for all these years. Raising her has kept me from having any kind of sex life except my video collection I would watch once Ellen went to bed.
Lately I was having dreams about my wife Helen (yes Ellen is named after her). What is weird about that is that I have not had dreams about her in a decade. Further strange is that in my dreams we actually have sex and I end up cumming. Normally if I have sex in a dream, I wake up before I get very far. I even woke up right after one of these dreams and found cum on my belly.
So that is my life lately. I find myself hoping for the end of the day so I will be re-united again with my one love in my sleep. Every night she comes and visits me and we have wonderful sex.
Tonight I find myself in bed as usual and like the past week, I do not even bother to put on a porno flick to fall asleep to after whacking off. I pass into dreams quickly.
I am laying on a hotel bed, a very seedy place, pictures are screwed to the wall, bed covers look like they have not been changed in a couple of months, and there is a place on the night stand to put in quarters to activate the vibrating bed. I have been here with her before in my dreams. Once she comes out of the bathroom, nothing else matters.
Then I hear it. A slow creak as the door opens. I try to look over at her as she walks in out of the bathroom, but as happens in a lot of dreams I have, I find it hard to look directly at something. When I do manage to look in her direction, there is a bright light surrounding her that makes it hard to focus on what she looks like, but I can see she is moving towards the bed.
Not a word is spoken between us, there never is. Then I feel her getting onto the bed and like a shade is lifted, I can see her face. She is as young and angelic as I remember her. She wears such a smile on her face that even her eyes look like they are smiling.
She carefully climbs up and straddles me. I feel the open wet lips of her cunt welcome my cock in. In only a moment I am buried to the hilt in her pussy and we start making love. I want this moment to last forever.
I look down at her amazing body; she is wearing a delicate see through negligee that only just covers her breasts, and I can feel it touch my skin occasionally as she moves up and down on me. Her breasts are small by most standards, but to me they are perfect. They stand firm and erect from her body pressing against the negligee tightly. Her abdomen is tight and muscular.
I always hate the next part of this dream and I feel it approaching. This is where I cum in her. Why do I hate this part? It means our lovemaking is nearly over. There is not even any cuddling after in these dreams. But suddenly something is different. She lifts her body off of me before I cum and she leaves me hanging on the edge of ecstasy.
As I watch her, things become fuzzy. I see and feel her shift around some, but the details start to become hard to see. Then I feel her take my cock in her hand. This is a new twist I think to myself. She is going to give me a hand job.
But suddenly something is wrong. I feel a pain at the tip of my prick. It is like she is smashing it against something. The pain subsides for a moment and then starts again. The pain, though not excruciating, is enough to draw me out of the dream. The pain comes with me to my awakened state.
Once again the pain starts then suddenly changes, I feel like someone has put my dick in a vise, a warm, wet, tight vise. I am still not fully awake, but the pain is subsiding and I am starting to enjoy the feeling.
Just then the vise moves all the way down my dick and I hear a muffled moan. I open my eyes and see sitting on my dick my wife. Same youthful face, same small breasts, and a nightgown that clings to her body showing me her beautiful form.
"Oh, Helen!" I hear myself cry out. This is the first time I have ever actually been able to say anything to her in my dreams.
I look straight in her face and she looks startled for a moment.
"Daddy?" It is my daughter, not my wife that is impaled on my dick.
She looks confused for a moment, then starts to cry.
"Eleanor, what's wrong?" A daughter crying can distract you from nearly anything; right now I nearly made me forget that I was in a forbidden position with my daughter.
"Y-Y-You are going t-t-t-to be mad at m-m-m-me," she stammered out.
Involuntarily, my dick flexed and reminded me of what I was to be mad at her about, for some reason, I wasn't. "Honey, sweetie, it is okay, let's talk about it."
"I-I-I snuck into your room l-l-last week." She started explaining to me. "I-I-I know I am not supposed to b-b- because of your."
She broke off for a moment and then motioned towards the wall containing my porno collection.
"I know you do not want me watching." She continued after a loud sniffle. "B-b-but there was a loud thunderstorm and I was scared. And, well, you were asleep, and well, they were doing stuff on the screen. I tried to ignore it, but it made me feel all funny."
At this point I noticed that on purpose or just involuntarily, little Ellen's hips started grinding against my groin. The feeling was remarkable. I looked down at our coupling and saw her pussy bulging with my invading member and a small trickle of blood that had been her maidenhead only a short time before.
"Well, " She said after a short pause, "it looked like the guy in the film was enjoying it. I wanted to try it on you, so I sucked on your..."
She paused for a moment, though still grinding her pussy up and down me then said it like a forbidden word, "Cock!" She then giggled a moment sending wonderful vibrations down her lithe body and directly into my dick.
"You seemed to like it, uh!" her explanation was punctuated with a grunt. "So I kept coming back each night to do it. Eh!"
I found myself pushing back at her grindings, not fully involuntary. I knew it was my daughter I was fucking, I knew how wrong it was, but at that moment, I did not care.
"I snuuuuck in tooooday while you were at woooooork to get new ideas." She was no longer stammering, but moaning as she spoke. Her body, no longer just grinding against me, but lifting itself off of me and then sucking me back into her again as she would rise and fall upon her daddy's dick.
I looked down at our coupling, her pussy engorged with the same cock that went into her mom to make her. If I was not careful, I could be getting Ellen pregnant as well. Somehow though, I was not worried about that. I saw a small trickle of blood between us that once had been my daughter's maidenhead.
"I saw them dooooo this and it looooooked like they boooooth enjoyed it." I could feel her pussy flexing wildly on me. Her fucking started to become erratic. I could tell she was as near completion as I was.
"I thoooought I would try..." My beautiful daughter did not finish her sentence. She went suddenly erect and started moaning and yelling incoherently. At the same time I filled her pussy with my incestuous seed. When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest.
"Thank you daddy for not being mad." I heard her whisper as she fell right to sleep on me with my cock still buried in her cunt.
I finally got my cuddling.