Day 2

The darkness of sleep enveloped you, a heavy blanket that suffocated the turmoil of the previous day. But it was a fleeting respite, as the first light of dawn crept into the room, seeping through the cracks in the curtains like a slow-moving tide. Your eyelids, heavy with the weight of unshed tears, fluttered open, and you were met with the harsh glare of morning.

You lay there, frozen, as the memories of the previous day came flooding back. Your mother's words, her request, the image of her with... him. Your thoughts began to wander to the request your mother had made. You couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach every time you thought about it. But, despite the discomfort, a spark of curiosity ignited within you. You started to wonder, what would it feel like to have a real man inside you? Not just any man, but one with a big cock, like the one you had seen in the porno.

Your mind began to drift, imagining the sensation of a large, throbbing member pushing its way into you. The thought of it made you feel both excited and scared. You couldn't deny the arousal that was building up inside of you, as you imagined the feeling of a man's cock sliding in and out of you. You reached down, your hand brushing against the fabric of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from between your legs.

Your reverie was shattered when you felt the weight of the mattress shift beside you. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to see your father lying next to you, his eyes fixed intently on your face. The sudden realization sent a jolt of panic through your body, and you bolted upright, your eyes wide with alarm. Your hand instinctively flew to your chest, as if to shield yourself from the unwanted proximity. Your father's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable. "Morning," he said, in a gross way.