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Anon dad here. Figured I’d get back in touch. Thanks for the reply. I am extremely conflicted about the entire situation, and honestly don’t know which direction I want this to go. On the one hand, I’m crazy about her, want to be close to her whenever I can, and want her to get down on my knees for me, but on the other there’s just such an enormous amount of baggage and taboo. It actually fucking is wrong, speaking from a strictly societal point of view. Then again, she’s not a minor, so she’s her own woman, so to speak. She makes her own decisions, and they are very trying for me. And they’ve been getting worse. I’ve been thinking a lot about your advice, and I think I’m crossing a line. Anyway, I read some people wanted an update, so I guess I can give one?

My daughter has been home with me for close to two weeks straight now, one week because she got sick, and one week to prepare for her midterms. I mostly work from home these days, so we’ve been around eachother a lot lately. I’ll uh, detail the worst of it.

I always feel bad when she’s ill. It’s such a frustrating feeling when you can’t really do anythingexcept sit on the sidelines, maybe make some soup and bring over blankets. It was mostly her temperature that was acting up. It would shoot way up to her sweating out of the bed, then a few hours later it would plummet down to shivers. The nights were especially bad. I got her a little electric heating blanket to help warm her up. I think it was around one in the morning on the second night I heard a knock on my bedroom door, so I got up, half asleep, seeing what was going on. She was freezing and basically begged me if she could lie in bed with me to warm up. I relented, put on an actual pair of pyjamas rather than just my boxers, and wrapped myself around her in the bed. She actually did feel like a popsicle. I do’t know if it helped her much, but at least she slept a lot better. I woke up with her back and butt fully pressed against me, her arms holding one of my hands hostage.

So we did that a couple of nights, until I figured she was feeling well enough, didn’t want to make a weird habit out of it. I hadn’t seen her this dissapointed in years. She gave me the whole emotional blackmail suite, and I agreed to one more night to make sure she was really, really feeling better. Of course she was. When we woke up that morning and took her temperature she was pretty much fine, slightly cold still, but nothing that would qualify as sick. I went about my day, she spent hers in bed, still keeping up the charade. Then bed time.

I put on my pyjamas again. Which I actually hate. I get much to warm in bed very fast, prefering just the buff or boxers. And there she was, in her would be nightgown. It was one of my old sweaters, which is much, much to big for her, dropping down to almost touch her knees. We got in bed, and the first thing I noticed was how warm she was. Like a space heater. She snuggled up against me, gave me a quick peck on my lips, grabbed my arm and pressed her back in to me to get comfy. She falls asleep fast, always has. Snores a little bit too. Of course I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t move much, since she had my arm in a vice grip. And she was so damn warm, and so were the fucking pyjamas. I decided to covertly take off my pyjama pants, else I’d die of heatstroke. After some fumbling and making sure she wouldn’t notice, I pulled it off. Then again, you could fire a gun right next to my daughter’s head when she’s sleeping and she wouldn’t notice, so I wasn’t worried much. She just moved along with my movements a little bit, out of some kind of sleep frustration that her pillow/space heater was moving around too much, I thought. And then she arched her back. And pressed her ass firmly against my crotch. It was hell. I could feel her wiggling around to get comfortable, but all it did was brush her ass against my cock. It was too much. I was already overheating from everything else. I could feel myself get hard, but I was frozen by indecision. Move and risk waking her up in such a compromising situation, or stay put and let my cock get hard and press against her ass. She decided for me, firmly moving her hips against mine. I could feel her cheeks with my cock through the fabric between us. I wasn’t sure about whether or not she was sleeping anymore. Her breathing had become quiet, the snoring stopped or seemed off. I pushed my hips forward slowly but firmly, feeling her firm round butt around the shaft of my cock.

I’m not proud of what I did next, but I couldn’t think straight anymore. I moved my free hand to the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up as slowly as humanly possible, with my cock throbbing against her ass. I ended up sliding it up until I’d raised it past her hipbone. I couldn’t hear her breathing anymore. my hips were slowly grinding her on their own. I felt her underwear slip through my fingers. It was tiny. I slowly started pulling it sideways. She let out a soft little sound. I’m not sure why, but my common sense got the best of me. Maybe I realised the gravity of the situation. I dropped it, woved my hips back to get away from touching her ass and just flat out willed my horniness away. 

When I woke up the next morning, my daughter was already awake. She must have noticed I’d woken up, because she turned her head and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, and got out of bed saying she felt much better. I was still half asleep, I didnt register that she wasn’t wearing her sweater until she was already halfway through the doorway of my bedroom. 

Life is hell.

Hey, the anonymous dad sent an update!  Thanks for sharing, I know many of my followers were eager for more of your story!

Totally awesome

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