Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

He'd needed to get away from her, especially after the way her lips lingered on his cheek. It was not that he suspected that things were amiss with her, but he truly placed the blame upon himself in that moment. He had truly cherished the moments with her on the couch, the way they had spent time together, but he quickly understood that he was connecting most of it to the physical. It had not been bonding in any fashion, it had been...something else and what he appreciated was how the fabric of those shorts had tightened over her rear, of how the way her leg smoothed back and forth over his lap, and how she had snuggled so incredibly tight against him. The smell of her lingered as he went up the stairs to finally get a bit of something to alleviate how he was feeling. He hardly suspected that his lovely daughter was feeling it just as much as he was. Going upstairs and having that break from her had been something that was desperately needed...but more than that it did not do for him what he had hoped it would. He'd stepped into his shower to take that break, to have that moment of separation and relaxation, and underneath the water his hand had curled round his thick prick to stroke himself off. The hot water had poured down over his head as one hand braced against the wall, his legs slightly open as he hunched, his fist pumping up and down in brutally cruel strokes. It seemed Daddy did not treat himself kindly when he masturbated, instead pounding up and down that fat cock like he was mounting some poor little woman. His ass flexed as he gritted his teeth, groaning just softly, containing the noise he was making for fear of being overheard...cum spilling out in a torrent across the porcelain of the shower he stood in. Yet at the end it was his daughter he came thinking of. And if he admitted it to himself it was not the first time he had cum thinking of her, not the first time he'd imagined her...oh he changed little details, he watched porn that kind of looked like her...but obviously wasn't, yet most of the women he tried to date online was similar in some fashion to her. Not to mention the Daddydaughter fantasies he often played out with the ladies he'd connected too. He always tried to tell himself that it was natural, that it was something that anyone could get off on since they were consenting adults, but as he lay down in bed he understood quite simply that the real truth was they had just been placeholders for her. It churned inside of him and he rolled over to try to get comfortable, taking a deep slow sigh as he already wanted more. His hand had hardly provided the satisfaction he required, but...but sometimes that was the way of it. It was hard to fall asleep. Not with her on his mind, but when she came into the room he looked over at her and caught site of how thing that fabric was in the light of the hall behind her. How he could see the outline of her standing in it, framed so perfectly for his eyes, and he inhaled slowly. This had to be a dream, but deep down he knew it was not. He wondered, wondered just briefly what was happening between the two of them that led to this and once more he felt that sickening twist as he tried to decide if he should've just gone out that evening. God he should have. His tongue came to touch his dry lips as he whispered softly. Having trouble sleeping, angel?