Tara's Gift

Tara's Gift

Tara can suddenly see her father's nasty thoughts about her

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

(Author's note: This story was inspired by a Lit reader who recently sent me Feedback and confided her Daddy-fantasy to me. Thank you for the gift!)

Part-1

In her mind's eye, Tara watched her father walk into the kitchen. It was near bedtime, and he was wearing his usual pajama bottoms; she was wearing one of his old t-shirts that she used as a nightshirt.

She could see the slight tenting from his semi-erect dick because he didn't wear underwear beneath his PJs. She wore cotton panties beneath her shirt.

Inside her head, he took her in a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. She felt his boner grow against her leg and he did nothing to try to hide it. He slid his hands down over her ass, lifted her shirt, and slipped his hands down inside her panties. As he squeezed her ass cheeks, they were moaning into each other's mouths.

She reached between them and pushed her hand between the waistband of his pajamas and his firm stomach. She continued down until her small hand closed around his nearly-erect dick. She moved her hips back slightly and maneuvered his cock out through the PJ's fly, then proceeded to stroke it until was fully erect.

"Oh, sweetheart!" he moaned into her mouth and then took the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, breaking their kiss only to let it pass by their faces. With their lips locked back together and their tongues dancing, he reached down, pushed her panties down over her adorable young ass, and let them drop to the floor. She kicked them away as she pulled harder and faster on his cock, now feeling its slippery pre-cum in her fingers.

In an instant, like a quick-cut in a movie, her mental image switched to where she was lying across the kitchen table, her naked ass near the edge, and with her father's face between her legs eating her pussy. As he licked, he had the long index finger of one hand stuck up her cunt-hole while he used the other to jerk off.

Between his tongue and his jabbing, rotating, wiggling finger it didn't take long for her to tell him that she was getting ready to cum. "Drench your Daddy's face with your hot girl-cum, sweetheart," he told her in the vivid scene playing in her head. Then he turned his hand upside down and ground his fingertip into her G-spot. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!" she heard herself cry out as her pussy erupted in his face.

Then, another abrupt scene-change and she was on her knees with the drooling head of his cock clenched between her lips while he jerked off furiously on its exposed length.

"Oh, fuck yeah, sweetheart!" he growled inside her head. "Suck Daddy's cock! Suck the cum right out of my balls!"

Then suddenly the image was gone and Tara snapped back to the reality of lying in her bed with her fingers up her cunt, and a wet spot under her ass. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. She was pretty sure that the images in her head ended when her father--in his bed--had blown his load while jerking off to the scene he had created in his head and that she had just witnessed in hers.

***

Two weeks before...

Tara and her father, Tim, were always close. Even from an early age, they seemed to think on the same wavelength, with one often finishing the sentence of the other. But when Tara's mother passed away in a car crash when she was barely eighteen their need to support and depend on one another made that bond even stronger. Now, with her nineteenth birthday just past, they had settled into a new-normal life without a mother and wife.

Then, one day tragedy nearly struck the two again. Gravel in the road, an off-leash dog, and speeding traffic combined to throw Tara off her bicycle on her way home from college classes. Although wearing a helmet, she still ended up unconscious and in a coma.

Tim sat by her bedside almost continually, holding her hand and talking to her until on the morning of the third day she opened her eyes. She looked around, confused, and asked, "What am I doing here?"

With happy tears running down his cheeks, Tim told her about the accident but she had no memory of it herself.

Later, when they were sitting in the hospital room, waiting interminably to be released, Tara said, "I was having a dream just before I woke up that you had become so frustrated that the doctors weren't doing anything for me that you scooped me up out of bed and were carrying me down the corridor to take me home. They were trying to stop you, but you told them, 'She's my daughter; she's all I have left! I'll take care of her if you can't!' And that's when I woke up."

He stared at her with his mouth slightly agape, and then said, "How weird is that? That is exactly what I was thinking just before you woke up."

She chuckled, and said, "Great minds think alike, I guess, huh?"

Over the next days and weeks, Tara began to realize that she wasn't just thinking like her father, but she was actually seeing his thoughts in her head when he was nearby. The first time was when they were standing at the sink doing dishes, and she had an image of him taking the spare tire out of the trunk of their car. As he washed, he said, "As soon as we get done here, I need to put the spare on the car and get the right front tire to the shop and see if they can fix that slow leak."

Another time, she imagined him pouring cereal into a bowl at lunchtime and a few minutes later watched him doing it as he said, "For some reason, I feel like Wheat Chex for lunch today."

Later that same day, as they were getting ready for bed, she was putting away the air-dried supper dishes, and the image of herself doing it came into her head. She turned to see that her father had just walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Daddy," she said as she went up on her bare tiptoes to put a bowl on a high shelf.

Suddenly, in the projected image in her head her nightgown--which was one of his old t-shirts--disappeared leaving her stretched out and naked except for her pink panties. Then, those were gone, too! The image then zoomed in on her now-naked ass.

Abruptly, she spun around, covering herself as if she really was naked, and she just stared at her father. He blinked several times and the image in her head went away.

He looked at her curiously, and asked, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Are you okay?"

"I, um, yeah," she said. "I think I just had a flashback to my accident," she lied.

"Oh. Nothing too traumatic, I hope," he said as he opened his arms to give her a hug.

"Just a little weird," she said. But as they hugged, she was pretty sure that she felt his erection brush against her leg.

Over the next few days, mental images of herself naked began to appear in her mind more frequently when her father was nearby. She was pretty confident that what she was somehow seeing were her father's actual thoughts and it shocked her at first to think that he thought of her sexually. But when she thought more about it and added in the fact that he hadn't dated since her mother had passed away, she chalked it up to his repressed sexual needs.

On one level it was weird to have him picturing her naked, but on a different level, it made her feel good to think that a man as handsome, worldly, and mature as her father might think she was sexy. She liked older men.

Gradually, she became more comfortable with her father's erotic thoughts about her. She was amused at the times and places he would imagine her naked and she began to teasingly put herself in situations and to strike provocative poses that enticed him to mentally strip her naked.

It didn't take long before her teasing manipulation of her father's impure thoughts about her went from amusing to arousing in her mind. The tipping point came when she was at the sink one night, doing dishes while he stared at her ass--naked in his mind--from his seat at the table. Then suddenly, he was moving up behind her, naked himself and with a raging hard-on. He put his arms around her and cupped her tits as his boner slid down the crack of her ass and between her closed legs. When he breathed into her ear, "God, I love you, sweetheart! Please, let's do this!" she dropped a plate into the sink and shattered the image as well as the plate.

From then on, the images that she saw in her mind almost always included physical contact. Sometimes it was a tight hug and passionate kissing, sometimes it was dry-humping like at the sink, but other times, he had his dick in her mouth or in her pussy. His escalating nasty thoughts about her began to arouse the shit out of her and she did whatever she could to promote them.

This is when she had seen his thoughts of him eating her pussy on the kitchen table and jerking off in her mouth. That was when she discovered that she didn't have to be in the same room with him to see his incestuous imaginings about her. She chalked that up to his thoughts becoming more intense and vivid and so being able to "broadcast" farther. And perhaps, as she was becoming more receptive to the idea of sex with her father she was also becoming more receptive to his lewd thoughts.

One night, she stood outside his closed bedroom door listening to the unmistakable sounds of him jerking off and watched in her head as he had her on all fours and fucked her from behind while he squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples. As she watched herself getting fucked by her father, she rubbed her pussy and shoved her fingers up her cunt.

Then, the steaming image of him jabbing his fat cock up her pussy ended abruptly. She guessed--correctly--that he had jerked himself to an orgasm thinking of fucking her. She went back to her bedroom and finished off her own orgasm replaying the wickedly taboo scene in her head.

Another time, while he was in the kitchen and she was still out of sight down the hallway, she "watched" as he fucked her mouth while she knelt in front of the sink. Later--after a normal breakfast--she stood outside the bathroom door, listening to him jerk off and she "watched" as in his head he squirted his thick, white jism all over her face while he pictured her still in the kitchen, naked and on her knees. She had her fingers in her pussy and came standing outside the door, her cunt juice soaking the insides of her legs.

Suddenly, a wicked thought occurred to her and she ran into his bedroom next door, grabbed his pillow, and stuffed it between her legs to infuse it with the smell of her pussy-juice. As she hurried back to her own room, she smiled wondering what kinds of dreams he might have while sniffing her pussy all night. Interestingly, she had never "seen" any of his dreams; only the thoughts he had while he was awake.

The next day, Saturday, was chores-day around the house. While Tara was cleaning the guest bathroom, Tim was sorting laundry in the adjacent laundry room. Separated by only one wall, Tara suddenly got the image of her father lifting a pair of her panties from the pile of clothes, holding them to his face, and inhaling deeply. Her pussy tingled as she wondered if her scented-pillow trick had inspired him to seek out more of her womanly aroma. She didn't actually "see" it, but she had the impression he put her panties in his pocket rather than the washer.

The day was pretty busy after that and he apparently managed to keep impure thoughts of his daughter out of his head, at least while she was close enough to "see" what he was thinking.

It was late when she got home that night after going to a movie with friends. He had stayed in, worked for a while on a novel he was writing, and had watched TV. All night she had wondered what he might be doing home alone with her stolen panties. She'd have been disappointed to know it was nothing.

She wished that her mind-reading could be much more long-distance. Although it did seem to be increasing in range the more she exercised it, it was still limited to about twenty feet or so. Surprisingly, being separated by walls didn't seem to have an effect, but the closer they were together, the sharper and more detailed she could see what he was thinking.

That night, before she gave him a goodnight kiss and hug, she had pinched and pulled on her nipples to get them hard, then held him a bit tighter and longer than she usually did. She was rewarded by his mental flash of her naked tits pressed against his strong chest as they hugged. She walked to her bedroom wearing a wide, mischievous smile and feeling her pussy tingle.

Tim and Tara's bedrooms were separated by a shared master-bath. The head of Tim's bed had always been up against the bathroom wall, but Tara's had been against the opposite wall, just on the edge of her reception range. As a result, she had rearranged her furniture and now her bed abutted the bathroom, too, putting their heads well within her clarity zone.

That night, shortly after they had both gotten into bed, she got the clear image of him holding her panties to his face while he was stroking his dick. Then, the image morphed from his reality to the fantasy he was conjuring while he jerked off smelling his daughter's crotch.

She "watched" him ease her bedroom door open and then stand there looking at her naked body as she slept with no covers. Her legs were parted and he stared at her pussy while he pulled on his cock. Suddenly, in his fantasy, she opened her eyes and saw him with his boner in his hand. But rather than being shocked and repulsed, he imagined her saying, "Oh, Daddy! I've been waiting so long for you to come in here and see how I sleep. It makes me wet to have you looking at me like a woman and not your silly little girl." In his mental image, she spread her legs farther, and told him, "Please come here and eat my pussy, Daddy!"

An instant later, he was imagining himself on his knees between her legs, his face in her crotch, and his tongue sliding between her shaved pussy-lips. While he licked her pussy in his fantasy he apparently continued to jerk off in reality, because he suddenly mumbled, "Oh, fuck, yes!" into her pussy, and her mental image blurred and then switched to one of his boner squirting thick, white cum all over his belly as he lay in his bed. She guessed it was what he was then looking at. Then even that image vanished.

All the while she was "watching" him sneak into her bedroom and eat her pussy, she had a pair of fingers up her cunt, and she came just seconds after he did.

Sunday afternoon, after a hard day's work in the yard, Tim was in the shower. Tara knelt on her newly-positioned bed with her head nearly against the wall and only a foot or two away from his. She was hoping he might fantasize about her being in the shower with him. In her own fantasy of that, they soaped each other up and he was spooning into her from behind, sliding his stiff, slippery boner up and down her ass-crack while he squeezed her soapy tits and nuzzled her ear.

The image that she saw form in his head was quite different, however, and it caused her mouth to gape open. She was on her knees and four men stood around her taking turns pushing their stiff cocks in her mouth. Each would fuck her mouth for half-a-dozen strokes then turn her head so another one could feed her their fat dick.

The men were only visible from the waists down in her father's fantasy image but she recognized his cock from his other fantasies. Of the other strange cocks, one was fatter but shorter than her father's, one was long and skinny and had an upward bend, and the other was uncircumcised with a big mushroom head outlined inside his foreskin.

At first, Tara was horrified that her father was imagining her as some kind of cock slut to be shared with his buddies, but she suddenly realized that her pussy was not just tingling from watching herself being used like a little whore, it was leaking pussy-juice without her even touching it!

Then, her father's fantasy abruptly changed to a living room setting where she was sitting on the lap of one of the men with his bent-dick buried in her cunt. With her feet on the floor and her hands behind her on the back of the couch, she supported herself as the guy bounced his ass on the cushions fucking her. Then he lifted her off his dick and passed her over to the man beside him--Mr. Uncut--who guided her pussy down onto his boner. As he rocked his hips giving her a deep fuck, the third stranger crawled onto the back of the couch and fed his cock to her, grabbing her hair and making her give him a bobbing blowjob.

As surprising as it was that her father was thinking of her as a fuck-toy to be passed around between his friends, it astonished her even more to realize how hot it was making her! Her pussy was on fire and she had to push two fingers up her cunt to even try to satisfy it. With her other hand, she was pinching and yanking on her nipples. She had never felt so aroused!

Then, her father reentered the fantasy he had running in his head. He lifted her off the guy's cock that she was sitting on, turned her around, bent her over at the waist, and pushed her mouth down onto the wet dick that had just been up her cunt.

Then he bent down, spread her ass-cheeks, tongued her tiny little asshole, and spit on it before standing upright. He guided his stiff cock to her rosebud and pushing on his knob with his thumb, he forced her sphincter to open up and accept his cock-head.

In his fantasy, she let out a loud, "OH!" around the dick in her mouth, then lifted off it enough to say, "Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl's ass! Show your friends what a good slut I am! I'm your slut, Daddy! Fuck me any way you want!"

In the image in her head, her father pushed his cock all the way up her ass, reached around and grabbed her tits, and then began to ass-fuck her. In reality, she wasn't even feeling his dick in her ass, but just the image of it stuffed deep inside her made her hammer her fingers in and out of her burning cunt.

Then suddenly, the image blurred then disappeared and she was seeing her father's stiff cock in his hand, slathered in soap suds and squirting a jet of cum across the shower. That triggered her own orgasm, and she jammed her fingers up her cunt into her gushing pussy-juice. It soaked her fist, ran down her legs, and dripped onto her pillow. She would be sleeping with the scent of pussy filling her nostrils tonight.

When Tara awoke the next morning it was from a dream where she was on her back, naked and being fucked missionary style by her father while another young girl straddled her head and fucked her face by rocking her hips and grinding her wet cunt all over it. She knew it was a dream as opposed to one of her father's fantasies because they had completely different feels to them. And her father's images were sharper in detail and much more vivid.

The dream featured her father and the girl from only the shoulders down. She knew it was her father because she had "seen" his cock in his imaginings many times now, but she didn't know who the girl was. She had fantasized about girl/girl sex with a couple of her friends--even kissing one, which she enjoyed--but she hadn't gone any further. Obviously, her subconscious wanted her to!

Now, fully awake, she turned her head and inhaled deeply from her pillow. The unmistakable scent of her pussy was still there. She smiled as she got up, wondering if that might have been the seed for her dream; the smell of a fresh, young pussy engulfing her head. She pulled a t-shirt on over her otherwise-naked body and headed for the bathroom to get ready for school.

Her father was just coming out when she got there. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, apparently having just gotten out of the shower. The morning was cool and her nipples were stiff under the thin cotton of her father's old shirt, so she decided to make the most of the situation.

She surprised her father by wrapping her arms around him and giving him a tight hug, making sure he could feel her hard nipples against his bare chest. "Good morning, Daddy!" she said brightly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Um, yeah," he said as he returned the impromptu hug but not quite as tight as hers. "You?"

"Oh, yeah! I woke up from a great dream that's gonna replay in my head all day!" she answered.

When she slid sideways out of the hug to go into the bathroom she felt his growing boner rub against her leg, and a wide smile spread across her face. In the shower, she frigged herself to the orgasm that her father and her mystery girlfriend had gotten started in her dream.

When she got out of the shower and had dried off, she got a kinky idea, and went to the clothes hamper that they shared. She dug down and found a pair of her father's boxer shorts. She held their crotch to her nose and inhaled deeply. The manly, musky smell caused her pussy to tingle even though she had just satisfied it. That triggered another kinky thought, and she snuck the shorts back to her room where she put them on under her jeans. she rubbed them hard against her pussy and her whole body tingled at the nastiness of the idea.

Ten minutes later, when she came into the kitchen dressed and ready for school, he tried to look at her as just his daughter and not as an object of sexual desire. It was not easy for him to do. She was cute as a frigging button, had a wonderful young-girl figure, and it even seemed that she was trying to be provocative lately. He wanted to give her another tight hug like the one at the bathroom door where her stiff little nipples nearly left marks in his chest, but he resisted. Instead, he gave her a peck on the cheek, and said simply, "You look nice this morning."

"Thank you," she said, doing a modeling turn and stopping back to him. "These are new jeans. Do I have any visible panty lines?"

"Um, no, sweetheart," he replied after a quick look before turning his attention to his breakfast.

It was a bold tease, and she wondered what the hell she'd have said if he told her, Yes. And the lines look just like my shorts!

His waffles popped up in the toaster and as he sat down at the table with them he looked across at her as she stood back-to him again, dropping her own waffles into the slots. He began to imagine her with her snug, white pants pulled down under the curve of her naked young ass. Her cheeks were so perfectly curved, so smooth. He began to envision himself walking up behind her and placing his hands gently on her butt and cooing softly into her ear how sexy he thought she was.

But then he shook his head and blinked the image away, forced himself to look down at his waffles, and told himself, "Jesus, Tim! She's your frigging daughter! Try to keep your mind out of the gutter at least part of the time!"

*

As Tara dropped her waffles into the toaster her father's mental image came into her mind. She was standing there with her pants pulled down exposing her naked ass to his gaze. In his image, she wasn't wearing any underpants at all, much less his.

Then he was behind her and his big hands cupped her ass-cheeks as he whispered into her ear, "You are so frigging sexy, sweetheart! I want to..." But then the image suddenly vanished. She turned to see him looking down at his waffles. She found it amusing that he was apparently trying to control his mildly-impure thoughts about her this morning, when yesterday he had jerked off imaging her as a wanton slut to be passed around and shared with his buddies. She also found it a bit frustrating. She so wanted her father to fuck her!

***

During lunch break at school, Tara made it a point to get her friend Ashley alone. Ashley is the friend she had liked kissing. "So, let me ask you kind of a weird question," Tara said as they ate lunch. "Do you see my father as a FILF? A Father I'd like to fuck?"

"Oh, shit, yeah!" Ashley answered without hesitation. "I'd fuck him in a minute! Compared to my step-dad, he's a frigging Adonis and I let him fuck me."

"What? You have sex with your father?" Tara blurted after a quick, forced swallow of sandwich.

"Well, he's not my real father, so there's that, but yeah," she replied almost casually. "Once or twice a month if my mom's not in the mood or she's off on one of her business trips, he'll come into my room and give me fifty bucks for a blowjob or for me to let him fuck me. An extra twenty if I let him cum in my mouth." She laughed and added, "But I'd suck your father's cock for fucking free and let him cum anywhere he wanted!" She then looked at Tara through narrowed, suspicious eyes, then said, "Oh, please tell me that you're fucking your father! Oh my God! Please tell me that that's where this is going!"

"No! I have not been fucking my father," Tara replied definitively.

Again with her narrowed eyes, Ashley smiled and said, "But you're thinking about it, aren't you?"

Tara giggled, and admitted, "Yeah, I have been." Then she added, "And a lot, lately!"

"Oh, that is so awesome!" Ashley said excitedly. "So, have you done anything about it? Let him accidentally catch you naked? Maybe playing with your pussy on your bed or in the bathroom? Has he given you any indication that he wants to fuck you? My step-dad is basically cheating on my Mom with me; you two don't have that complication. Oh, and in case you're wondering, my Mom cheats on him when she's on her business trips. They have kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell thing going on between them."

"I walk around the house in a flimsy t-shirt and hug him with stiff nipples," Tara said. "He gives me admiring looks and tells me how attractive he thinks I am," she went on. She didn't want to try to explain the mysteriously-transferred mental-images of the things he apparently wanted to do with her.

She reached down, rolled the waistband of her jeans down a bit, exposing the top of her father's boxers, and said, "I'm wearing a pair of his shorts I got out of the hamper. You have no idea how many times I've rubbed them into my pussy today."

Ashley laughed, and said, "Oh, fuck, you have to step up your game, girl Leave the bathroom door ajar when you're in the shower. Reach for something on the top shelf while you're wearing that t-shirt and give him a good view of your cute young ass! Leave your laptop open with a father/daughter porn movie playing for him to find. You need to stop being so subtle!"

"Is that how you got your step-dad to fuck you?" Tara asked, fixing her pants.

Ashley laughed again, and said, "Shit no! He walked into my room one night, and said, 'Look, I know you're sexually active and have even fucked your boyfriend here in your room. If I give you fifty-bucks will you give me a blowjob?' I needed the money, so what the fuck, right?"

Tara laughed, and replied, "A man of few words."

"He actually has a pretty good cock, too," Ashley went on. "Big fat mushroom knob that you can really get your lips behind and pull on, you know?"

Tara couldn't very well tell her that her father had a nice fat-head cock too, without trying to explain that she'd seen it by reading her dad's nasty thoughts about her.

The rest of the day her thoughts were half on school and half on wondering what she could do to entice her father to make a first move. Leaving her bedroom door ajar while she masturbated on her bed seemed like a good option. The thought certainly aroused her during history class!

***

That afternoon, Tara was doing her homework in her room and was trying to stay more focused on the subject matter than she had been at school. She needed to pass this class, but the thoughts of Ashley getting her mouth and pussy fucked by her step-dad kept creeping in. It made her jealous and made her keep imagining doing those things with her own father. Only he sure as hell wouldn't need to pay her to do it!

When Tim got home, he was a little surprised to not find his daughter in the kitchen texting with one of her friends. When he found her in her room at her laptop, and with a textbook open, he asked her, "Is that schoolwork?"

At that instant, she had a father/daughter porn video down-sized and playing on her laptop and was replaying her lunchtime conversation with Ashley, and her father's question made her think for a moment that he was reading her thoughts. "Um, what? Oh, yeah. Yeah, history," she stammered as she clicked the video to minimize it off the screen (Thank God she didn't have the volume up!) "We have a history test coming up and I really need to cram for it."

"Well, I'm glad that you're taking school seriously," he said. Then he asked, "So, is everything okay between you and me?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Why?"

"Well, it just seems that you've been a little quiet around me lately," he answered.

"Oh, sorry," she said. "I guess I've just been distracted with school and stuff. No, nothing's wrong."

She couldn't very well tell him that while she was near him and "watching" his erotic thoughts about her she found it hard to carry on a conversation.

"Well, if there's ever anything you want to talk about; school; life in general; anything between us, I hope you know you can be open with me and I'll try to be a friend as well as a dad," he said.

"Thanks, Daddy. That means a lot to me," she said. "I'll try to be more open with you."

As he turned and left the room, her final comment apparently stuck a perverted cord in his brain, and she saw his mental image of her lying naked on her bed and spreading her legs open for him. In his head, she reached down and pulled her pussy lips open, as well. Then suddenly the image vanished, and she smiled as she imagined her father trying to take a cold mental shower to purge the nasty thoughts of his daughter from his mind.

She reopened the still-playing video just as the father was jerking off and painting his kneeling daughter's face with his cum. Still wearing her father's boxers, Tara gave her pussy a rub but then forced herself back to her book. Stupid history!

That evening, Tara waited until her father was in the kitchen and then walked in wearing--as usual--one of his old t-shirts, which was long enough to cover her ass. Not usual, however, she wasn't wearing panties underneath it. When she knew he could see her in the corner of his eye, she reached up to a high shelf to get a mixing bowl, lifting the shirt high enough to expose at least three-quarters of her naked ass.

While she was stretched, she said, "I'm going to make some brownies. You want me to put nuts in them?"

*

He was seated at the kitchen table going through the mail when she walked in. She was wearing one of his old threadbare t-shirts that clung to her obviously-naked little tits and hung low enough to cover her ass. She said she liked to wear his old shirts because they were so soft and comfortable, but shit she looked sexy in them!

He glanced over as she stretched up to a high shelf and was rewarded with an almost full-moon view of her perfect, young, and naked ass. Immediately, his boner began to grow in his pajama bottoms, and an image came into his mind of him moving up close behind her and reaching up over her for the bowl she was going after. In his erotic daydream, his rigid cock had slipped out through his PJ's fly and was nestled snuggly into the crack of her ass.

Then, suddenly, he snapped his head back to look at the electric bill. "Jesus Christ Tim!" he chastised himself. "If you're that fucking horny, just go to bed and jerk off before you actually do something with her!"

He answered her, "Yeah. Nuts would be good. I'll take some to work with me in the morning. Thanks, sweetheart." He then had to wait half a minute for his erection to deflate enough that he could stand up without it showing. "I think I'm going to go to bed," he told her. "Don't stay up too late; it's a school night."

*

In her mental-image of what was going on in his mind, he had focused in on her mostly-exposed ass, just as she'd hoped. Then he was behind her with his boner sticking out through his pajamas. As he reached up across her to get the bowl, his hard cock pressed deep between her ass-cheeks. He moved his hips and it sawed up and down. Then, as happened that morning and when he left her bedroom earlier, the image abruptly disappeared. When she looked he was staring down at some bill.

He was obviously very interested in her sexually but was apparently having a lot of conflict about wanting to act on it. The daughter in her found that sweet and endearing, but the young, horny woman in her found it frustrating.

She turned and gave him a tight goodnight hug and a kiss on the lips that was perhaps a half-second longer than a peck. She made sure her nipples--stiff from putting on a bare-ass display for him and "seeing" him rub his cock through her ass-crack--pressed into his chest, and she shifted her hips to try to press against him, hoping to feel the boner she expected--hoped--would be there. But he was too quick for her and backed away before she could make contact.

After mixing the brownie batter and putting them in the oven, Tara went to her room and put her head up against the wall. On the other side, she heard the shower running, but to her disappointment--and surprise--she didn't get an image of her father thinking about her. What she saw in his mind's eye was some mechanical thing and she guessed it must have something to do with his work. She smiled and wondered if he was taking an actual cold shower to flush his incestuous images of her from his mind.

Half an hour later, with the brownies on a cooling rack, she went to her room and went back to her "receiving station" at the head of her bed. She was rewarded by a mental image from her father's head of her lying between his legs on his bed giving him a luxurious blowjob. "You do that even better than your mother used to," he said quietly to her as he ran his fingers through her hair.

In his fantasy, she lifted her head, smiled at him, and said, "Do what, Daddy? Use your words." He smiled back, and said, "Imp! Suck my cock! You suck my stiff cock even better than your mother used to! Is that what you wanted to hear?"

In the image she was seeing in his head, she bobbed on his dick a few times, then answered, "It's a beginning, Daddy. You know I like it when you talk dirty to me."

Although she couldn't "see" it, somehow Tara knew that her father must be lying on his bed and jerking off while he was imagining her giving him a blowjob. She got off her bed, pulled her t-shirt off over her head, and walked naked--and with a drooling pussy--to her father's bedroom door. As she walked, she said to herself, "Fuck it! If he won't make a move, I will! We both obviously want this!"

As she stood outside his closed door, she heard the unmistakable sound of him "spanking the monkey," and almost humorously, she watched as in his mind her head bobbed up and down at the exact same pace as his strokes.

She silently opened the door and peeked around it. He was lying naked on his bed, his legs were spread at a relaxed angle and his head was back on his pillow. In the dim light, she couldn't tell if his eyes were closed, but she guessed they were. One of his hands lay flat against the bed while the other was wrapped around his cock, jerking off at a smooth, even pace--the pace of the blowjob she was giving him in his imagination.

She had never seen his actual cock before, only his own image of it in his head. His image was accurate, of course, but seeing it live--as well as being able to smell his muscky manliness--caused Tara's pussy to spasm and leak enough juice to run down her leg. If she had had any thoughts of backing out, they were blown to hell when she saw his fat knob glistening as the light from his alarm clock reflected off the pre-cum that coated it.

She stepped farther into the room, stood at the foot of his bed, and said, "I can do that for you if you'd like, Daddy."

"Jesus!" he yelped as his whole body jumped. He grabbed his sheet, pulled it across his nakedness, and demanded, "Tara! What are you doing here? You should knock before..." Then his eyes came into focus on her. "Tara! Where the hell are your clothes? What are you doing?"

"It's okay, Daddy," she said with a smile. "I know what you were thinking while you were jerking off. Would you like me to do that for real? Suck your big, hard cock?"

"Tara! What are you... I was not... Tara you need to just...," he stammered, unable to construct a full sentence.

She moved forward and put one knee on the bed parting her legs just a bit, hoping he could see the wetness between them in the dim light as she'd seen his pre-cum. "I know you were thinking about me giving you a blowjob, Daddy," she said. "I'd like to if you'll let me."

"I was not!" he almost shouted. "Tara! What the hell's gotten into you?"

"A knock in the head," she said as she turned her body to sit on the end of the bed, one leg on it, bent at the knee, and the other hanging off the end. "When I woke up from my coma, for some reason I could see in my mind's eye what you're thinking." She leaned forward and added, "And you've been thinking naughty thoughts about me a lot!"

"Where did you come up with this? And why?" he said as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, still covered by the sheet. "You can't read people's thoughts. Nobody can do that."

She smiled, and said, "Okay. Let's say it was just a lucky guess on my part that you might have been thinking about me giving you a blowjob while you were jerking off."

"I was not thinking about you, Tara!" he lied.

She continued, "But what about when you were thinking about fucking my mouth in the kitchen and then later you jerked off as you imagined squirting your cum all over my face. Or, again in the kitchen, when you ate my pussy while I lay naked on the table, and then you jerked off in my mouth while you told me to suck the cum from your balls."

He just stared at her with his mouth slightly agape.

Seeing that she had his full attention, she went on, "And what about when I was making brownies and you came up behind me and rubbed your boner into my ass-crack."

He closed his mouth and swallowed hard.

"And your best fantasy," she went on with a grin, "was when you were in the shower jerking off while you imagined sharing me like a fuck-toy with your buddies, even fucking me up the ass to show them what an obedient little slut you have for a daughter."

His mouth fell open but not a sound came out.

"I have to admit that that one shocked the shit out of me at first," she said, amused at his expression. "At first, I thought, 'Holy shit! Does Daddy think I'm some kind of cock-sucking whore who'd take all of his friend's fat dicks at some kind of sex party he's thinking about having?' But the more I watched the image you had playing in your head, the more I got turned on by the thought of being a fuck-toy for you, and I ended up jabbing two fingers up my cunt to make myself cum right after you stuck your cock in my little asshole."

She swung her other leg up onto the bed and sat crossed-legged facing him so her drenched pussy was in plain, open view even in the dim light. She reached down, spread her pussy-lips, and then inserted her index finger knuckles-deep up her cunt. "Shit! It's making me frigging hot just talking about it. I guess I really am Daddy's little slut at heart."

"I... I... that... that wasn't you I was thinking about, Tara," he said, finally accepting the bizarre fact that she actually could read his thoughts somehow. "That... that was just me remembering a porn video I'd seen. I could never think of you like that!"

She pulled her wet finger from her pussy, pointed it at him, and as she leaned forward a bit, she said, "In a word, Daddy, bullshit! I could clearly see my face when the four of you stood around me taking turns fucking my mouth one after the other."

He hung his head and mumbled, "Oh, God," giving up any hope of denying that what she was saying was true. Without looking at her, he went on, "Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry. I swear I never meant to disrespect you. I'd never really let anyone touch you in that way. I just... look, I know it's no excuse, but you look so much like your mother when we were younger and we would sometimes..." But he let the thought drop, and said instead, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I've been thinking about you the way I have. I... I'll try to keep my thoughts out of the gutter from now on, okay?"

As he spoke about her mother, Tara saw the mental image that materialized in his head. It was a younger version of him and her mother naked in a room with two or three other naked couples. Her mother was on her knees and had one of the other guys' cocks in her mouth. Were they swingers when they were young; before she came along? Tara wondered. Were they into group sex? She liked his little unconscious revelation. It explained a lot.

"Actually, no, Daddy," she said smiling at him, "it's not okay. I like what you've been thinking about me. It sure as hell makes me feel like a woman, and not just your silly little girl!"

He looked at her and asked, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I'm glad this is all out in the open, now. That we both know exactly where we stand and how we feel about each other. Which is to say horny." She pulled the sheet away from his legs, exposing his completely soft dick, and added, "Now, let me suck your cock to show there's no hard feelings."

"Tara!" he said and tried to pull the sheet back. But he didn't try very hard.

She lifted his wilted pecker with her fingers, and joked, "Well, there's certainly no hard feelings here." She smiled at him and added, "But I can fix that," and she bent down, closed her lips over his cock-head, and then sucked his entire squishy dick into her mouth.

Tara had had a cock in her mouth before. Her former boyfriend--fifteen years her senior--had shown her just about all the ways a man and woman could make love. But she had never had the opportunity to take his dick in her mouth when it was completely soft. He always seemed to have a raging boner before they even got their clothes off. She'd sucked him after he'd cum and was getting soft, but apparently, his cock-head became too sensitive after an orgasm and he'd have to pull away before he was completely limp.

She loved the feel of her father's dick coiled up in her mouth and she pushed her tongue into and over its twists and turns. But as she breathed and swallowed, the taste of his manhood struck her and it lit off an almost-primal spasm deep in her cunt that pushed a mini-orgasm of pussy-juice out between her legs.

He had not showered before going to bed and he had not been using any lube except his saliva to jerk off, so the taste of his cock was almost animalistically-pungent; musky and raw and very male. She sucked and swirled her tongue over his quickly-inflating dick to try to capture every molecule of its heady taste before she could no longer keep it in her mouth.

*

When his daughter lifted his limp dick with her fingers, the still-viable father-part of his brain told his hands to push her away, and he did start moving them in that direction. But the horny, lustful piece of his brain managed to slow them long enough for her to get her lips on his dick and suck it completely into her mouth. The father part was immediately shoved into a corner.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart!" he moaned as her tongue swirled and danced over his quickly-growing cock. "God forgive me, I have wanted this for so long! I hope you're happy for me, baby!"

*

With a mouthful of inflating cock, Tara mumbled, "I am!" but her father's statement hadn't been directed at her; he was talking to the spirit of his wife. They had often fantasized about their daughter joining them in bed as part of their foreplay.

Concentrating on the feel and taste of her father's cock in her mouth, it took several moments for Tara to finally see the image that was forming in his head. She was naked and upright on her knees; her mother--also naked--stood behind her and held her head between her hands while her father stood in front of her and fucked her mouth.

Holy shit! Tara said to herself at the revelation. Was this just her father's fantasy or something that he and her mother both thought about?

As his cock grew to its full stature in her mouth she had to back away from it, but then she began bobbing up and down, giving him a wet, sucking, tongue-washed blowjob. He moaned, "Oh, God yes!" and hung his head back, closed his eyes, and envisioned his wife pushing and pulling on their daughter's head fucking her young mouth on his cock.

With that hot taboo image in her head, as well, Tara lifted off her father's dick, and asked him, "So, is having Mom stand behind me and rock my head so you can mouth-fuck me just your fantasy or did you share it with her, too?"

"Oh, fuck!" he said snapping his head up and forcing the image from his mind. He had forgotten that she could somehow see what he was thinking, and if he still had any doubts about that mysterious ability, she just dispelled them.

Amused at his reaction to getting caught thinking about sharing her with her mom, Tara slid her fist up and down her father's slippery boner as she said, "It's okay, Daddy. I think Mom was sexy as hell, too. And in the interest of full disclosure, I used to sit outside your door when I knew you were fucking and frig my pussy to an orgasm listening and wishing I could be in there with you."

"Well, this mind-reading thing is going to take some frigging get used to!" he said with some exasperation. "But no; that wasn't just my fantasy. We never did anything here in the house," he went on, "we wanted to shield you from all of that, but your mother and I used to swing, you know, swap partners."

"Really?" she said, not letting on that she had just seen an image of that in his head.

"Yeah. So, multiple-partners was already a thing for us, and as you grew sexier and sexier, we began to fantasize about you being one of those partners. When we realized that you'd become sexually active with Jake, well, that really got our fantasies going. Your mom used to talk about getting fucked from behind by Jake while she ate your pussy and I stuck my dick in his mouth."

"Jake's not bi!" Tara said.

"Maybe not, but I am," her father replied. "And it was our fantasy."

"Well, holy shit!" Tara said with a chuckle. "So, you wouldn't have thrown me out of the room if I'd walked in and watched the two of you fucking, huh?"

"Shit no! We'd have invited you into our bed!" he said.

A wicked idea popped into her head, and she said, "Here's a thought. I'll go back to sucking your cock, and you start imagining what you and Mom would have done if I'd walked into your bedroom. Let's watch a porn movie in your head and see where that takes us."

"Oh, it'll take me to blowing a load of cum into your sweet mouth!" he replied. He took her head between his hands and lifted her up while at the same time he bent down. He kissed her passionately.

When their lips finally parted, she grinned impishly, and said, "Are you going to do that after you fill my mouth with your hot cum?"

"Oh, shit, yes!" he answered. "Oh, if only your mother could be here now!"

"Well, let's imagine she's watching and give her a show that'll make her pussy wet even in the afterlife!" Tara said. "Start with me walking into your room while you and Mommy are fucking. I'm wearing one of your old t-shirts." She then slid her mouth down over his ridged cock once more.

As his daughter bobbed on his dick, he tried to create the scene she had described but found that somehow it was not very easy to force her image into his head. Instead, he laid his head back against the headboard, closed his eyes, and let his mind drift to an actual memory of him and Sheila fucking. He found it easy--and very pleasant--to insert his daughter into that real image.

***

"Oh! We have company!" Sheila said from her missionary-position beneath Tim.

He turned to see their daughter standing there. He rolled off his wife and went into a seated position with his pussy-wet boner bobbing between his legs. Sheila lay there with her legs still spread and her soaked just-fucked pussy on full display. "Is there something we can help you with?" he asked Tara with a grin.

"Can I watch you?" Tara replied.

"You can do more than watch!" Tim said. "We've been dreaming about you dropping in like this for some time. Take that t-shirt off and come over on the bed with us."

Tara pulled her shirt off, tossed it away, and crawled naked onto the bed.

"So, have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth?" her mother asked her.

"I've given my boyfriend blowjobs," she replied, looking at her father's dick, ready and willing to go down on it.

"Have you ever eaten pussy?" her mother asked.

"I've kissed my girlfriend--with tongue--but that's as far as we went," Tara answered.

"Good!" Sheila said. "We'll start there. Turn around and get on top of me in a sixty-nine. We'll explore our pussies together."

An instant later, in Tim's fantasized mental image, his daughter's young, naked body lay atop her mother's and they were devouring each other's cunts. Tim saw himself craw over between his wife's spread legs and inch in closer to the back of his daughter's head as she licked and sucked her mom's pussy.

He stroked Tara's hair, and asked, "Hey, sweetheart, can I get in there for a quick poke?"

She lifted her head and pushed herself up on outstretched arms to watch him crawl forward and with no need to guide it with his hand, push his stiff cock up her mother's cunt-hole. He fucked her full-depth a few times and then pulled out and asked his daughter, "You want to taste Mommy's pussy-juice on Daddy's cock?"

As she bent down he flexed his stomach muscles to get his dick pointing up, and she took its big, glistening knob between her lips. She swirled it with her tongue, then went forward taking as much of it as she could into her mouth. He put his hands on the sides of her head and began rocking his hips, fucking her glorious mouth.

***

Nearly the identical thing was happening in reality to what he was seeing in his mind. He had Tara's head between his hands and he was humping his ass off the bed to fuck her mouth. But then she did something that jumbled and blurred his fantasy with reality. On his next up-stroke, she pushed her head forward and shoved his cock down her throat.

"Oh, holy fuck!" he said as he lifted his head and his mental porn disappeared to be replaced with the real sight of his daughter with her lips buried in his pubes and her nose against his belly.

She held herself impaled for five or ten seconds, rocking her head to get every millimeter of his stiff cock into her throat. When she pulled off, she took in a few deep breaths, and with a string of throat-slime still connecting her lips to his cock-head she smiled up at him, and said, "Holy fuck, is right! That's what you need to do to me right now! Stand up and fuck my mouth, Daddy! Make me that little cum-slut you want to show off to your buddies!"

He slid off the bed, stood beside it, helped her off, and watched her go to her knees in front of him. Inches from his glistening cock, she said with a wide smile, "Think dirty thought while you're fucking my mouth, Daddy!" She then opened her mouth on a perfect O.

He put his hands on the sides of her head while envisioning his wife holding their daughter instead. He pulled her head forward, sliding her lips over his cock and then he began to rock his hips fucking her mouth while she kept her tongue pressed against the underside of his boner. Jake really had taught her some stuff.

Then, in the image that was playing in his head, his wife said, "Oh, what a wonderful sex-hungry little girl we have! Do you think we should share her with the group?"

The thought--conveyed from her father--that her mother wanted to share her with their swinger group made Tara's pussy dribble. Combined with the glorious mouth-fuck his father was giving her in reality, she was pretty sure she was going to have a hands-free orgasm pretty quickly.

But then he did something that blew the mental image of her mother from her mind.

Not wanting to gag her, Tim began to slowly push his cock into her throat. She did gag, her whole body lurched, she nearly puked, and she pushed off his dick to catch her breath and settle back down.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, sweetheart!" he said as he cupped her face in his hands. "I thought... I mean, you just... I'm sorry. I won't try that again."

"No," she said, "I want you to fuck my throat, Daddy! You just have to stick it in fast. That's the trick I figured out with Jake. Apparently, there's no gag-nerves inside the throat; only at the entrance. Get past those quickly and it's all fun after that."

"Well, no shit!" Tim said. "That must be why your Mom and I could never do that. I was always trying to be gentle with her."

"Nope," Tara replied. "Just shove that fat cock down my throat! Treat me like that fuck-toy you were showing off to your buddies. Better yet, show all the people in your swingers club how to deep-throat."

Tara smiled, proud that she could give her father something that even her mother hadn't been able to, then she opened her mouth, inviting him to try again.

Again, he fucked her mouth, then as he tightened the grip on her head, he said, "Here we go. Are you ready?"

But she surprised him when she pushed on his legs and pulled off his dick. "Sorry," she said. "But I forgot to tell you that you also need to pull out fast or I'll gag then, too."

After a few more mouth-fucks, he repeated, "Ready?"

"Mmm!" she replied around his dick and then he pulled her forward and rocked his hips at the same time.

His fat cock-head quickly and easily pushed past her gag-reflex and then his entire fat cock slid down her throat until he was holding her face mashed against his belly.

"Oh, holy shit!" he groaned at the incredible feeling and sight.

She shook her head back and forth, forcing every fraction of an inch of her father's cock deep into her throat. "Fuck!" he moaned at the incredible feeling

But then, she started to push against his legs, trying to get off his dick. He let her go, and when she cleared his knob and caught a couple of breaths, he said, "Sorry, Sweetheart. Was that too much? Did I go too deep?"

"Shit no!" she said, "That was awesome! I love the feel of your fat cock stretching my throat. I just wanted to tell you while you're fucking my mouth and throat to not to blow your load down my throat. You promised me a mouthful of hot Daddy cum, remember?"

"And you shall have it!" he said and stuck his dick back in her mouth. After another several minutes of both luxurious and aggressive mouth-fucking punctuated by frequent full-depth throat fucks, his orgasm began to percolate and as he began to groan, he pulled his cock back so that just his knob was in his daughter's sucking mouth.

With her throat-slime as all-natural lube, he jerked off furiously, slapping her lips lightly on each out-stroke. Finally, he growled, "Oh, shit yes! Take my Daddy-cum in your sweet mouth you fantastic little vixen!"

His first intense pent-up blast went right into her throat and nearly caused her to choke. But she managed to get her head turned just right so the subsequent shots--and there were a lot!--hit the insides of her cheeks.

As his splooge filled her mouth her cunt was so on fire that the first touch of her finger to her sizzling pussy-lips caused her to orgasm like a bursting dam, sending a stream of hot girl-cum down each of her legs.

When her father finally went into his panting, slow stroking mode, signaling the end of his orgasm, she closed her mouth around the pool of jism it held, stood up, and looked him in the eyes. She raised her eyebrows in a silent, "Well?"

He smiled, and said, "Fuck yeah! I haven't had a cum-swap since your mother used to do that with me every time we fucked."

They clamped their mouths together, parted their lips, and pushed their tongues back and forth in the thick, salty fluid until they each swallowed a share.

They collapsed on the bed and lay there catching their breath and sorting out their thoughts. After a couple of minutes, Tara rolled halfway onto her father, and said, "This was not a one-time thing, I hope you know. As great as it was to finally have your fat cock in my mouth and shoved down my throat--in reality, not just in your imagination--I want to feel your big Daddy-cock stuffed up my cunt, too."

He chuckled, gave her a light kiss, and said, "Oh, fuck yeah! But just not tonight. I'm not nearly as young as I used to be."

She reached over and took his relaxed dick in her hand, and asked, "Did you and Mom ever do anal? Jake thought it was gross so we never tried that."

"We did," he answered as his dick began to grow in his daughter's hand. "But that takes some getting used to; some training, if you will. But let's save that for another night, too. I have work and you have school in the morning."

A few minutes later, as they walked to the bathroom, hand in hand, he said in a Bogart impression, "Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Louie?" she repeated obviously confused.

"Ah! Before your time," he said. "It's the last line from the movie Casablanca. Your Mom and I loved that movie. We'll have to watch it together sometime. I think I have it on DVD."

She gave him a tight sideways hug as they walked, and replied, "I'd rather watch the porn movies of you and Mom and your swingers group that you have stored in your head!"

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