Sleepless Nights - Sex Stories

Sleepless Nights

... pillow. I took it in my hands, immediately realizing that it was Sandy’s panties, which she had obviously removed prior to pleasuring herself. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her sweet scent, tugging gently at my shaft while I listened to her having dream-sex with her partner. She continued to moan for a few minutes, after which she settled down. I sniffed and licked silently at the gusset of her panties, and then shot my load beneath the sheets. --- The next morning, I felt terribly guilty about having virtually fucked my daughter, but Sandy was in good spirits, telling me that she hadn’t slept that well for years. She said that she was so happy that she couldn’t care less if I bought her another bed or not. She was quite content to sleep in her parents bed, “at least until Daddy has another partner”, she added. “I don’t think it’s healthy.” I said, trying to find a way to tell her that it was too close for comfort. “Who cares about the experts!” she declared, “What do they know?” I knew I was fighting a losing battle with my weak arguments, so finally I just told her that I’d prefer that she didn’t sleep next to me. She didn’t seem to understand, asking me what was wrong, whether she’d been moving around too much, or perhaps snoring. I declined to comment, just stating once again that I would buy her a new bed as quickly as possible, and that for the time being she would have to stay in her own room. She looked at me as though I was an ogre, but I stood my ground ...

... and finally she agreed that it was just a temporary situation. She wasn’t happy though, I could tell. That night I went to bed early. I was exhausted at the events of the past few days and looking forward to a good night’s rest. As usual, I read for a while, waiting to hear Sandy going to bed, then turned off the light and rolled over. --- At first I thought it was Karin. I was still in semi-sleep, enjoying the attention as she slid her hand up and down my shaft from behind me. I could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing against my upper back, her pubis against my buttocks, and her smooth-shaven legs entwined with mine. She stroked me gently, her slender fingers teasing the head of my cock. I was rock hard and yet not ready to wake up, the softness of her touch allowing me to enjoy the moment without stirring. “Daddy?” she asked, “Are you awake?” If I hadn’t been awake before, I certainly was now. Sandy continued to stroke me while she asked me a question. “Do you love me?” she continued. “Of course I love you”, I said. “What are you doing?” “I’m showing you how much I love you.” She whispered, “Show me how much you love me.” With that, Sandy moved over on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. I knew what we were doing was wrong, very wrong. I also knew that it was exactly what I wanted deep inside me. I kissed her back, rolling my tongue over hers as we embraced passionately. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I could feel her silky thighs gliding over mine, our sexes ...