You Want More

Wake up in the middle of the night, feeling than you had in years. Reaching down under the covers, you begin to gently play with yourself. One hand gyrating your breast, the other rubbing up and down the entrance to your pussy. You do your best to quiet your moans not wanting to wake Matthew.

Matthew. Your thoughts sudden full of him, making your movements faster and the pleasure more pleasing. The thought of him sent you skyrocketing. But it was wrong, he was your father, the man you always looked up to in times of need. But now he was more than that, he was your husband, the father of your children, your best friend, and your lover. Looking back on your mother’s memories, if you can see that it has been months since they have done the deed together, and really bothered her.

Looking over in bed, you can see him sleeping soundly. Should you wake him and attempt to do the great taboo of fucking your own father as your mom? If you were purely John than the answer would be an easy no, but even just the memory of kissing him at the dinner table earlier today moistens you by quite a number.